The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning was the first day of classes. The sweaty August afternoon brought out the entire student body, whether heading to class, to tan or play sports, or some other various function on campus. Robyn did not have classes until tomorrow, so she headed over to the student center, hoping to get the meeting her advising counselor had suddenly dropped on her over with as soon as possible.

As she opened the heavy glass door that led to the counseling office, she found a blond girl in a miniskirt, blouse, and pumps sitting at the reception desk. The girl’s name tag read “Tasha,” and she spoke with a slightly Eastern European accent. “May I help you?”

Robyn shrugged, “um, yeah, I have a meeting with one of the counselors. Graham, I think?”

Tasha brightened immediately. “Oh! You are Robyn.” She typed for a few minutes. Robyn couldn’t see the screen because of one of those privacy guards that administrative assistants normally had on their monitors. Tasha stared at the screen for a long moment and then looked up. “You can go in. Mrs. Graham is waiting for you, Robyn.”

Robyn walked down the hallway and poked her head into the already open office door. Jennifer looked up from her computer, “ah, Ms. Lef—”

Robyn stepped inside the room. “Call me Robyn, please.”

Jennifer stood up momentarily before sitting back down again, never sure of the protocol for that. Sitting back down, her eyes caught sight of the purple tablet hanging out of Robyn’s bag as the girl sat it on the floor. “I see you have already picked up your free tablet. They are very useful for students like you.”

“Yeah,” Robyn began, uncomfortable, “I haven’t played around with it much,” she slowed as Jennifer quickly typed something onto her tablet, with a quick wave to keep talking, “...but I think it will be very helpful in my studies.”

Jennifer looked back up and smiled. “Yes! Fantastic! So, how have you adjusted to college so far?”

Robyn tentatively tried to answer. “Um, I’ve only been here a few days but it is fine, I guess. My classes start tomorrow.”

Jennifer scanned the schedule Tasha had pulled up for her convenience. “Yes, I see that now.” She shifted in her seat, attempting to change the subject. “You are from one of the local high schools. Are you making friends? Any friends from high school here?”

“Well,” Robyn began, taking the bait, “I did run into a girl from high school last night. She had changed a lot in the past few months. She dresses differently, acts differently, and just seems different. I don’t know her well, but I am a little worried about her. It’s not my business, I guess, but I have been trying to find out more.”

Jennifer looked at the clock widget on her laptop. She really wanted to get home to her daughters. “Well, I can’t really intervene unless you think there is a danger?” Robyn slowly nodded “no” after a moment. “People change after high school. I cut my hair off and came out. In high school, everyone thought I was dating my friend Chris. It was a convenient lie to dissuade homophobes. When I got to Ohmsford, I dropped the pretense.” She stood up, hoping to finish off this meeting.

Robyn got the hint and stood up as well. “I am going to keep an eye on her, but I see what you mean. I just want to make sure she is okay.” They shook hands and Jennifer led the girl back into the hallway.

Back in her office, she powered down the tablet and grabbed her bag. Closing, and locking, her door behind her, she walked down the hall and told Tasha to go home. The other counselors had already left for the door. Watching Tasha’s mini-skirted butt sway away from her, Jennifer Graham fired off a text to her wife that she was coming home.

After Robyn left, she pulled the school tablet out of her bag and checked her mail account. A few messages had come in from her professors announcing assignments and giving links to copies of their syllabi. At the top of the screen, she noticed an update was available for the OS, some form of Linux, running on the tablet. The raven haired girl shrugged and tapped the screen, confirmed she was sure, and let the update begin to drip in on the university’s impressive wireless.

As it was starting to get dark, Robyn slipped the tablet back in her bag, content it would update itself in due time, and walked to the student center for dinner and coffee. She ate alone, not really knowing anyone on campus yet, but did encounter Deanna, her high school’s prom queen and obnoxiously hottest girl. Deanna recognized her and gave a little wave.

Didn’t Kira say that another girl from their school had helped make her over? Deanna? It couldn’t be! Something strange was happening at Ohsmford University. She noticed at the other end of the dining hall a few bottle blonds hanging around a bunch of gamers. Sure, girls gamed too, a lot of them did, but rarely did they look like living dolls off the screen at least. Maybe it was just people trying new things in college, like that counselor had argued. Maybe.

Robyn disposed of her tray and walked out of the student center, at the stairs, she pulled out her tablet and slipped her ear buds in. A ten minute walk across campus became fifteen as she ran into a group of students who tried to sign her up for a modeling services. “No need to be naked!” Interesting, but Robyn calmly turned them down. In fact, as she stood in the elevator to her dorm, she felt calmer and more relaxed than she had all day. Perhaps it was just the exhaustion of a new school, a new routine, and maybe new friends, but all of her troubles seemed to be vanishing as she unlocked her door. The raven haired girl had lucked out and gotten a single for the semester.

Inside her dorm room, Robyn set her bag down and winced as a screeching noise started in her ear buds. After a moment, it changed to what she deemed like the most wondrous orchestral music she had ever heard. Sitting down on the bed, a voice began, just like her own, whispering assuring words to her. Robyn, relax, you are so calm and feel so good. Let the troubles of the past few days slip out of your mind. She could feel them dropping away, forgotten before they vanished. There’s no need to think; just listen to me. Listen and obey. Listen and obey! That made perfect sense to Robyn. Her eyes faded to a distant, glassy, look as her new world was initially brainwashed into her.

The quick and dirty initial enthrallment to the Voice put Robyn in a highly suggestible state. A few hours passed as she sat idly on the bed and had her urge to question Kira melted out of her mind. New feelings of submissiveness, urged on after a quick hack of her home computer, who still uses their name as a password, she deserves to be brainwashed just for that, saw some previous submissive urges, were pumped into the girl. Men, women, it didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was how good it felt to obey. Forget her problems and just obey.

After being commanded to fall asleep, Robyn awoke in the morning with a hand on her thigh. The naked girl could not stop herself; quickly, she was masturbating to the dreams of the night before. Dominant women and men controlled her as she slept, forcing her to suck and fuck and serve and fuck some more. Pleasing was what mattered, no matter if as a sex slave or an ornament waiting passively on a pedestal.

Robyn came hard and very loudly. She feel asleep for another hour afterward. Upon finally waking up for real a happy smile was pasted on her face. The raven haired girl showered and walked out to her dorm room naked, not noticing her bare body as she stepped in front of the mirror. Today, she would try to please as much as a docile girl like her could. Dressing in an inch above the knee yellow skirt, her favorite pair of wedges, and a tight, sleeveless, purple top, Robyn felt like anyone who passed her would find the girl to be pleasing.

A feeling of euphoria came over her. Robyn was so glad that her life was now devoted to pleasing. A strong urge rushed through the girl to touch herself again, rip her underwear off, and masturbate all morning, but she had to go to her classes. Good girls kept up with their classes. As she swayed out of her dorm room and into the hallway, already drawing the attention of a few young men in the hall, the girl also knew reporting to Counselor Graham after her classes for further instruction was also what good girls did.

At the same time, Benjamin and Kira lay on his bed, cuddling close before he had to leave for morning practice and her for classes. They’d been trading notes on what they knew of what went on in and around their campus. An hour of discussion, while Kira brewed their coffee and made breakfast, had led them to make some conclusions about what they knew.

“Essentially,” Kira began as she nibbled at some hash browns, “the enslavement process has gone on at Ohmsford for ten years, but the actual people behind it go back another five or so. The technology seems to be rapidly evolving as time goes on.”

Benjamin nodded. “It’s changed a lot even since I got here.”

Kira stared at the ground for a moment. “I learned while being conditioned that there is a lot being done now with nanite technology. The subliminals I heard originally are also pretty new too. You can recreate a person in a few days.” She paused and looked down for a long moment, trying to remember something. “I have a foggy memory about some experiments involving the deeply enslaved. Uh, the ones who are chipped and really deeply brainwashed?”

Benjamin nodded. “The Bunnies.”

“Yeah, the Bunnies. There is an experimental process to exchange the downloaded minds of a Bunnie into a new body. Like a Cylon or something.”

Benjamin rubbed his shoe against her leg under the table. “That is pretty freaky. Someone could end up brainwashed to serve for not only the rest of their lives, but forever.”

“I would volunteer for that,” Kira blurted out, “If you could live forever. But, yeah, scary.”

As the sun went down and evening came to Omhsford University, Robin had a hard time thinking straight. She had spent the day being a good girl. The short skirted girl had volunteered to head two groups in her classes and, flirting with the hot boy in the second, ended up at his dorm room giving him the best blow job she’d ever offered a man. In a third class, she’d gotten in an argument in the hall with another girl after deeply bending over to show off her little butt in front of the girl’s boyfriend.

It was like there was a voice in Robyn’s head, telling her to keep trying to please. She’d become addicted to the sensation. Back at her dorm, the raven haired girl turned on her tablet and stared blankly at the hypnotic spiral on the screen. Three hours passed before she blinked back to reality, another moment slipped by before new instructions dropped into the front of her thoughts. Good girls reported for further programming. Robyn was a good girl, so she slipped her wedges back on and left, heading to her destination.

The dark haired girl checked her makeup and left the dorm room she would never return to ever again. Across campus, many young men, a few professors, and some young women, stared at the pretty, pleasing, girl as she swayed towards the building where Mrs. Graham’s office was located. Robyn felt so silly, having been tricked by the red haired counselor into accepting her conditioning. It gave the girl great joy to have stronger, more intelligent, people to keep her under control.

At Mrs. Graham’s office, Tasha waited for her, hugging the girl as she entered the office. It was the end of the day, again, and the rest of the staff had already left for the evening. Taking her fellow slave’s hand, the blond led Robyn back to where Jennifer’s office was at the end of the hall.

Softly, the feminine girl knocked on the door; the gentle knock of a slave conditioned for docility and eternal femininity. Tasha squeezed Robyn’s hand as they entered the office. Both girls curtsied for their superior and then stared lovingly at the red haired woman, just back from a quick run, zipping up her sweatshirt.

“Hello, girls.” Jennifer smiled, pleased with the expediency of Robyn’s conversion. It would become permanent quite soon.

Jennifer had grown quite accustomed to beautiful, submissive, young women at her service, but they always brought her great joy nonetheless. Well behaved girls went very far in her world. The red haired counselor nodded at Tasha, who knelt down on the conveniently placed rug in the middle of the office. Robyn picked up on this and knelt as well. Robyn stared up at her, a deep look of devotion and submissiveness in her eyes. A few days of programming had made her a natural.

Jennifer ran a hand over Tasha’s face, running her fingers over the girl’s short hair. “You’ve done well converting this piece of merchandise, slave.” She smiled at Tasha’s beautiful smile, pleased to serve her Mistress.

“Yes, Ma’am, Tasha exists to please and serve.” The tiny blond rubbed her head against her Mistress’ hand.

“Good girl.” Jennifer looked up at the clock on her wall. “I believe you have a date in a few hours?” Tasha excitedly nodded. “Great! Why don’t you sign out for the evening and head back to your dorm. Get ready for your date little one.”

Tasha stood up. “Yes, Ma’am, Tasha will obey. She exists to please.” The blond slave swayed out of the room, her tight butt catching Jennifer’s eye, reminding her of the confused freshman girl who had needed a lot of guidance getting used to a new state and university. Guidance led to brainwashing which led to discipline. If Jennifer had her way, there would be no more bad girls.

Her attention turned back to Robyn, the rather easily converted annoyance to their operations at Ohmsford. “Little one, you were quite a bad girl to inquire about your classmate.”

“Robyn is sorry,” the girl began, doe eyes looking up at her Superior, “She now knows her place, Ma’am.” Yes, “Ma’am” sounding right to the dark haired girl. She had never thought about women much before, but now it made sense to please them.

Jennifer leaned down to be at eye level with the girl. “I don’t like ‘Ma’am,’ but we can work on that later.” The irony is that the young lady you were inquiring about is being conditioned for greatness. Her future husband is a great man who will do a lot of good in the world. Kira is a lovely girl and she deserves the best.”

Robyn began crying. She had tried to stop that! How dare she! A little slave like her certainly had no right to do so. The raven haired girl stopped crying at Jennifer’s instruction and lowered her eyes in humiliation.

Jennifer hugged the slave tightly. “It’s okay. You have every right to be upset at your actions. And should be.” She paused at the slave’s long, frustrated, sigh. “However, we can fix your behavior permanently.” Standing up, she walked over to the far wall of her office. Behind a picture frame, the slave in Jennifer’s command noticed her superior typing into a keyed interface.

The interface swung open with a ping, showing off a clear box filled with needles. Jennifer picked up one and punched in another code to turn off the red light where the needle had stood. As she turned back to where Robyn knelt on the rug, the slave stared at her, fascinated by what her Mistress would do to her. The girl just knew whatever it was, she would continue to please. Pleasing was important.

Jennifer came around the desk and leaned back on the edge of it. “You have been very well behaved so far; however, there is still a long way to go for you.” She held up the needle. “This needle is filled with nanites which will put you very quickly under control. You will then be ready for transfer to a place where you can be properly programmed. Do you understand.” Robyn nodded slowly, the fog in her mind making the girl’s understanding of the situation come down to the fact that this needle will help her to further please. “Good girl. I would like you to inject yourself with it. I think the path to submission comes more expediently if a slave does it herself.”

What a brilliant Mistress the girl had! Robyn smiled and reached her hands out for the needle. With little hesitation, she thrust the needle into her arm. At first, nothing happened. Suddenly, Robyn’s mind went totally blank. Her eyes went wide, mouth slightly open, head tilted just a nudge to the side. Suddenly, she blinked a few times and announced, “this slave exists to obey; please, command this slave. she lives for her programming.”

Jennifer smiled and patted the slave on her head. “Good girl! Ah, it all happens so quickly these days. Once upon a time, we had to walk 50 miles, in the snow, both ways, and we didn’t have cell phones or texting, to brainwash someone.” Turning back toward her desk, she walked around to the front of it and typed a command into her computer.

The bookshelf on the far side of the her office swung open, revealing an elevator. As Jennifer stood up again, Robyn’s eyes followed her controller as she approached the girl again. “Take that elevator to our underground facility. Someone will be waiting to take you to a programming chamber.” With a pat on the bottom, the red head watched Robyn quietly walk to the elevator and idle inside it. Moments later, the doors closed and the girl was on her way to be reprogrammed.