The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Imperial Palace was every bit as huge and opulent as Julia had imagined. The vast mansion seemed to be one enormous chamber after another, all built from ornate, polished marble. Everywhere she looked, there were statues and murals and silk curtains and fountains and fresh-cut flower arrangements. Palace servants were everywhere, gliding in and out of these rooms without a sound. And the Pretorian Guard stood by silently, glaring at everyone, not moving a muscle.

The emperor’s audience chamber was the grandest room of all in the palace. An enormous, wide space, the chamber had a large, domed ceiling, which allowed natural sunlight to stream inside and bathe the treelike marble columns that lined the walls. A faint echo lingered in the air whenever someone spoke.

And at the front of the great room, elevated atop a mighty dais, the emperor himself sat in his ornate throne. He was flanked by ministers and secretaries, all serious-looking men, all in the same plain pure white toga, all frowning down upon those in attendance. Four Pretorians hovered directly behind the emperor himself, motionless, but obviously alert.

“By the gods, Caligula’s even more handsome up close,” Valeria murmured in Julia’s ear.

Julia snapped herself out of her daydream. Yes, Valeria was quite right. The emperor was thin and muscular, with sharp facial features and burning, brown eyes. When he listened intently, the young monarch seemed to be almost predatory, as if he were about to pounce if he heard something he didn’t like. The man oozed power and confidence.

Julia found it sexy.

The young woman shook her head, just a little. Lately, she’d been so absent-minded! She glanced about, quickly resetting her mind and taking stock of her surroundings.

She, Valeria, and all of their mutual friends—Aquilia, Drusilla, Tarquinia, Scribonia, Livilla, and others—were now standing before Caligula himself! Why they were here, Julia couldn’t quite remember. Lately, she was having trouble recalling things. But it didn’t matter.

All of the assembled ladies looked marvelous, dressed in new, revealing dresses, their finest jewelry, and makeup worthy of a master. Each woman looked like a goddess.

And had Julia been more alert, she would have noticed that all the women had the same glazed, dreamy smile on their gorgeous faces.

But the only man in her party—Pandion—was speaking. What was he talking about? Julia forced herself to concentrate.

“…so you see, mighty Caesar,” Pandion was explaining, “my gift is most unusual. But probably the most enjoyable gift you will receive all year.”

The emperor arched a skeptical eyebrow. “All I see are these women. Are they whores? I already have my pick of any woman in the Empire.”

“Just hear me out, O Great One,” Pandion begged. “But first, do you recognize any of these lovely ladies?”

The emperor peered closer. “That one…” he said uncertainly, indicating Drusilla. “She looks a lot like… the wife of… General Lucius Ulpius?”

Drusilla smiled at the mention of her husband.

“She is General Ulpius’ wife,” Pandion said proudly. He indicated Valeria. “And this is the young wife of Senator Brocchus. And here…” He singled out Aquilia. “…is the wife of Proconsul Geminus himself! In fact, all of the young wives of the highest level of the Empire are here.”

The emperor scanned the young women, his eyes widening as he realized the truth of Pandion’s statement.

“Forgive me, Mighty Caesar,” the Greek continued, “but I recently learned that you’ve always desired a way to put women under a powerful spell, where they would have no choice but to obey your every whim.” Pandion extended both his arms, indicating the young women. “Well, highness these ladies have been hypnotized. They are already under a powerful magic spell. They merely await you to command them.”

The emperor sat back on the throne, his face quizzical. “Hypnotized?” he repeated. “What’s that?”

“I will show you, highness,” Pandion said eagerly. “Select one lady, any one.”

“Eh… that one,” said the emperor, pointing at Valeria. “Senator Brocchus’ chick. The one with the really nice butt.”

Pandion hurried to Valeria’s side. “How are you feeling?” he asked her plainly.

Valeria smiled and shrugged. “Great,” she replied.

“You will sleep…” Pandion commanded, passing a hand over Valeria’s face.

Immediately, Valeria’s face went blank and her eyes closed. Her arms and head slumped.

Julia blinked in mild surprise. How had Pandion done that?

“Now,” Pandion said to the sleeping woman, “when I snap my fingers, you will awaken. Anytime I or the emperor clap our hands, you will immediately rub your own rear end with both hands. At the same time, you will exclaim, ‘Don’t I have a cute butt?’ and this will feel incredibly fun and exciting to you. However, once you have finished speaking, the urge to rub yourself will vanish from your mind, and you will continue doing what you were doing before. You will have no memory of obeying these commands. Awaken now!” Pandion snapped his fingers, exactly once.

Valeria straightened, briefly rubbing her eyes. She smiled at the emperor, absently-mindedly patting her hair.

“What the fuck was that?” the emperor frowned, looking insulted. “Are you two playing some kind of—“

Pandion clapped his hands.

Without hesitation, Valeria adopted a sultry expression. She pivoted on her feet, shifting all her weight onto one leg. This forced her to jut her chest and rear end outwards. Valeria’s two delicate hands immediately swarmed over her protruding tush.

“Don’t I have a cute butt?” she squealed, sighing in delight.

And then, once the words had left her lips, Valeria straightened and faced the emperor squarely, just as she had been standing before. She smiled sweetly.

The emperor looked astounded. “What…?” he glowered. “The wives of Imperial senators don’t behave like this!”

“She is hypnotized, great Caesar,” replied Pandion. “She has no choice but to obey.”

Valeria was puzzled. “Obey what?” she asked.

But Pandion ignored her. He moved to Drusilla, ordering her to “Sleep!” Once the black-haired women fell into a trance, he programmed her, “And whenever I or the emperor clap once, you will rub your crotch, and say, ‘I want Caesar to fuck me.’ And then you will forget.” Awaken!”

Drusilla came back to life. Pandion clapped.

Valeria giggled, “Don’t I have a cute butt?” while fondling herself.

“I want Caesar to fuck me!” Drusilla moaned at the same time, rubbing herself.

Both ladies returned to their original postures, smiling sweetly.

The emperor stared openly. Then, with an almost disbelieving look on his face, he clapped his hands.

“Don’t I have a cute butt?” preened Valeria.

“I want Caesar to fuck me…!” sighed Drusilla at the same time. Then both women stood straight, as before.

“Why did you do that?” the emperor demanded.

Drusilla smiled sweetly. “Do what, great Caesar?”

“They don’t remember, sire,” Pandion informed the Master of Rome, grinning in triumph. “Their minds are ruled by hypnosis now.”

The emperor rubbed his chin as he leaned forward. He pointed at Julia. “I want that one to show me her tits,” he demanded.

Pandion shrugged, then approached his wife. Before Julia could say anything to him, he commanded her, “Sleep!”

It was as if the world faded away in that moment. Julia found herself floating inside a vast, gentle cloud, her body sighing with contentment from head to toe. Her thoughts vanished, and she happily basked in this dreamless utopia. Somewhere, far away, Pandion was speaking to her, commanding her to…

“Awaken!” her husband cried.

Julia’s eyes fluttered open. Where was she?

Oh, yes. Standing before the emperor. Why, just a second ago-

The emperor clapped his hands.

Before she knew what she was doing, Julia’s hands were peeling down the top of her dress. She arched her back, so that when her breasts spilled out into the open air, they bounced forward.

“I want Caesar to suck my nipples!” Julia excitedly declared, moaning a little as she spoke.

Beside her, she heard her sisters say: “Don’t I have a cute butt?” and “I want Caesar to fuck me!”

And then, Julia sensed her hands were squeezing her chest back into her dress. In a flash, the motion was over, and…

She blinked. Had something just happened? No… No, Julia had been quietly standing here the whole time. Why-

The emperor clapped.

“I want Caesar to suck my nipples!” Julia proclaimed, pulling down her top once more. Valeria and Drusilla were also speaking. But the moment passed, and Julia forgot the incident once more.

Moving quickly, the emperor jumped off his dais and approached. He gazed at Julia in wonder.

“How do I use this power?” he demanded of Pandion.

“Like this, Great Caesar,” Pandion replied, and once again commanded Julia to “Sleep!”

Julia descended into a thoughtless slumber and knew no more.

For perhaps ages, Julia floated within her trance, aware of nothing, yet listening intently. Pandion and the emperor seemed to be her masters, and she felt nothing but complete obedience to them. She felt happy to obey their slightest wishes.

“The magic of hypnosis originated with the Greeks,” Pandion was explaining to his king. “But somehow my wife learned of a magical way to use it, here in Rome.”

“How long will these women remain hypnotized?” the emperor wanted to know.

“Ah, this is the best part, great Caesar,” said Pandion proudly. “Like a butterfly once their wings have been touched, a person hypnotized by this magic cannot ever think independently again for the rest of their lives.”

“These women look as if they are dazzled,” the emperor observed. “What good is that to me if they obey my commands but act like this spacy all the time? When their husbands see them, they’ll know something’s up.”

“No, no, my liege,” fawned Pandion. “Right now, yes, the ladies are slightly in a trance. But you can program them to awaken completely, return to their lives, and never remember what has happened here. And they will go back to their husbands, completely unaware that they are your mental slaves. Later, when you wish it, you can place them back into hypnosis, and do whatever you wish to them.”

“Ah,” mused the emperor, pleased. “So the next time Senator Brocchus opposes me in the Senate, I can snap my fingers, and his very wife will be naked in my bed, sweating and moaning for me to fuck her ass?”

“Exactly,” Pandion replied. “And while she is under your spell, she will believe and obey any command you place in her head. Any command, great Caesar.”

Julia felt a man’s hands on her breasts. Inside her trance, she smiled slightly.

“Awaken this one,” demanded the emperor. “I want to see her totally nude.”

Pandion’s voice filled Julia’s mind. “And now, you will awaken. Whenever the emperor commands you, you feel an irresistible desire to obey him.”

More instructions followed. And then, Julia felt her body rousing back to life. She blinked her eyes open, awareness of her surroundings flooding back to her.

The emperor stood directly before Julia, his handsome face watching her with a predator’s hunger. “You are most beautiful,” he told Julia plainly.

Julia blushed. “Thank you, great Caesar,” she murmured.

“Normally, I like my women skinny,” the monarch remarked. “Skinny, with squishy asses. But you have a rich, full chest. You make me want to suck on them.”

Such forthcoming language startled Julia. Did the emperor speak to all young women like this?

“Recently, I had a fantasy,” the handsome young man continued. “I have several bedchambers, throughout the palace. There’s one just over there, just behind those doors. I had thought of purchasing a pleasure-girl, who would never put on clothes, simply wait for me there, lying on my bed, buck-naked. That way, when I get bored with affairs of state, I can pause for a quick fuck without having to travel far.” The emperor stepped closer. “Maybe you should be that pleasure-girl, eh?”

“I live to serve you, master,” Julia said automatically.

The emperor grinned lustfully, and leaned forward. His eager, soft hands grasped Julia’s breasts once more, and he lifted them up to his rough lips.

To her shock, Julia realized that she was completely naked! When had she removed her dress?

Oh, wait… Now that Julia jogged her memory, she recalled shimmying out of her garment as the emperor had been talking. Actually, it was more like her hands had undressed her all on their own. She had only been dimly aware of what they were doing. How odd.

But as the emperor kissed her chest and stimulated her nipples, Julia’s thoughts soon slipped from any thoughts about her mysterious nakedness. She was growing aroused. And although she knew it was forbidden to touch the emperor, she grasped his hair, willing him to kiss her more roughly.

The emperor pulled Julia against him, moving his mouth to her neck, and grasping at her buttocks. His body was lean and firm. Julia gasped with delight as she felt the rigid, imperial cock press against her.

“Mmm,” grinned the emperor. He slapped Julia on the bum, once, then stepped away. “Yes! Yes, I love this.” He fixed his fiercest glare upon Pandion. “Show me how to hypnotize and command them.”

The next hour was the strangest in Julia’s life. Pandion, and then the emperor, put her and the other women in and out of trance many times. Each time she awoke, Julia felt herself possessed of new, strange desires. Once, she gleefully helped to undress Drusilla, and then the two women could not keep their hands off one another. Another time, Julia awoke completely believing that she was Voluptas, the Roman goddess of sex. At the emperor’s command, she happily seduced one of his muscular Pretorian guards, and would have fucked the man right there on the audience chamber’s floor, had not the emperor commanded her to cease. A third time, Julia and Valeria and Aquilia found that they could not stop kissing one another or caressing each other’s nude bodies. Julia was aching for an orgasm, either from a man’s cock or a woman’s tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the emperor grinned, actually bouncing on his heels. Before him, Drusilla, Tarquinia, and Scribonia were hypnotized to believe that they were horny rabbits. They hopped about on all fours, eagerly snuggling and trying to work out how to hump one another. The emperor laughed. “Yes! An excellent gift, Pandion, absolutely excellent!”

“Thank you, great Caesar,” the Greek responded, bowing low.

“I want to do this to every young woman in Rome,” the emperor announced, pointing at the women. “Show me how to hypnotize other people.”

“Ah,” said Pandion slyly. Julia saw her husband dip his fingers into the coin-purse on his belt. He removed the crystal disk, then palmed it tightly. “Well, I am most happy to show you, great Caesar. But we cannot do it here.”

“Eh?” the emperor grunted, still watching the hypnotized women kissing and pulling at one another’s bodies. “Why not?”

“The secret of hypnosis can’t be spoken of openly,” Pandion lied skillfully. “Why, if another man heard me tell you how it works, they could gain the power, no? I could only tell you in private.”

The emperor was still distracted by the orgy forming before him. “Mmm? Very well. I have an office over there. You and I will duck in there.” His voice hardened. “But you’ll tell me everything, understand?”

“Of course, master,” Pandion smirked, bowing low.

“Out of all of these lovelies…” the emperor mused, scanning the women, “…I think I want to fuck… her first.” He pointed to Julia.

Julia beamed with pleasure.

“Of course, of course, Great One,” scraped Pandion.

“Wait,” the emperor frowned, studying Julia’s lovely face. “Whose wife is she, again? Senator Quintilius, was it?”

“Oh no, my Caesar,” Pandion replied. “Why, she is my own wife. She is the one who discovered hypnosis for me, actually.”

The emperor frowned. “Wait. You hypnotized your own wife, and now you’re offering her as a toy for my pleasure?” The monarch’s voice was filled with disbelief.

Pandion’s smile faded. “Well… Great Caesar… I actually… Well, you see, many men have told me that Julia here is the most beautiful woman in Rome.”

“That she is,” the emperor agreed. “But what kind of man betrays his own wife to a life of mindless slavery?”

Pandion swallowed. “I… Well… Betrayal is life, my lord.”

Now the emperor looked disgusted. “Betrayal is life?” he parroted. “What kind of fucked-up philosophy is that?”

Now alarmed, Pandion stammered, unable to speak. The best he could manage was, “I… ah… sire… well…”

“A dude who would betray his own wife would fuck over me in a second,” said the emperor coldly. He made a hand signal. The Pretorian guard stepped forward, their hands moving to their swords.

“Wait… wait…!” Pandion sputtered. “No, sire, listen to me!”

“Take him away,” barked the emperor.

In a flash, Pandion whipped up the crystal coin. “Look here, Majesty!” he urged. “Look deep within! Look and—“

But even as the emperor’s gaze fell upon the magic talisman, the guards struck. Two of them plunged their swords deep into Pandion’s stomach, causing the Greek to shriek and writhe in agony. He dropped the coin, which shattered into a thousand pieces on the marble floor.

“Take off his head,” the emperor said contemptuously. “Then dispose of the rest.”

Horrified, Julia held her hands over her mouth.

“Look at me, toots,” the emperor commanded her. “Sleep!”

Julia was unable to resist the command to return into a trance. She fell into a deep sleep immediately.

“Listen to me,” the emperor commanded, deep within her mind. “When you next awaken, you will forget your previous life. You will completely forget your treacherous husband. No, from now on, you believe that you are my favorite pleasure-girl. You will live in my private bedchamber, happy to remain nude and wait for me all day long.

“And when I fuck you,” the emperor growled, “you will have the most tremendous orgasms, orgasms that are beyond anything you have ever felt before. I will be the greatest lover you have ever known. And you will be the greatest gift I have ever received.”

Inside her mind… Julia smiled.