The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Two weeks later…

Cici Owens stomped into the Phi Delta living room. “Goddamn it, who fucking dumped my washed clothes all over the floor of the laundry room again?” she shouted.

The young women in the room all looked up, annoyed. They were scattered about, all studying for classes. Tension was already in the air.

“Well?” raged Cici. “Who???”

“I did,” Zoe Fleck snapped back.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck you,” swore Cici. “Bitch, if you ever—“

“Aw, shuddap, Cici,” growled Gabby Blossom. “You’re always leaving your clothes in the washing machine and forgetting about them. It’s a fucking wonder any of us can get laundry washed when you clog up the system.”

“Yeah!” chorused several other young women.

“Hey!” shouted Devyn Hammill, leaping to her feet. The petite young woman was becoming the sorority president and enforcer once more. “Jesus, can you ho’s calm the fuck down? Can you? Huh?”

The living room dissolved into shouting and curses.

Sitting at the corner table, Bree sighed and closed her Biology textbook. “C’mon,” she murmured to Reilly, who was in the next chair. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Amen,” nodded Reilly.

When all of the Phi Delta’s had awakened from Brainwave’s hypnotic spell, they’d realized—to their horror—that they’d completely neglected their classes. Reading assignments had been ignored. Research papers were unwritten. Not one of the sorority sisters were remotely ready for midterm exams, which were coming up in little over a week. Panic quickly set in.

So it was little wonder that the Phi Delta’s were all on-edge, each sister racing to catch up on her schoolwork. The Phi Delta House had become a pressure cooker of tension. Reilly and Bree found that couldn’t take the constant fighting that was breaking out among the sisters.

So now, Reilly and Bree wandered across campus, looking for a quiet place to study. It was three in the afternoon on a bright Saturday, and most of the academic buildings were empty for the weekend.

“Where d’ya wanna go?” Reilly asked, surveying the Beamont campus. “The library?”

“Naw,” scowled Bree. “Its too chatty in there.”

“Webster Hall, then,” Reilly decided. “Webster has the best vending machines. Plus the bathrooms are clean.”

The two friends changed course, heading toward the ugly gray building next to the Theatre Department.

Reilly stole a glance at her friend. Bree walked in silence, her eyes cast downward.

It worried Reilly that her best friend had become so somber since their lives had been rid of Bruce Grainley. Bree rarely laughed now, and she seemed disinterested in campus life. Reilly was certain the Bree was grinding her teeth in her sleep.

“You, uh… you maybe hooking up with Tyler this weekend?” Reilly asked, hoping to cheer her friend.

“I dumped Tyler,” replied Bree. “Dude was a big hornball, honestly. After seeing all those naked Zeta Pi tits, he became too breast-obsessed.”

“Ah,” Reilly said, and offered a sympathetic smile. “Well, I’m sure that’s for the best.”

Bree didn’t respond.

Webster Hall was dark and silent. Reilly and Bree explored the first floor, finally claiming an empty classroom for themselves. They cracked open their textbooks and got back to studying.

After an hour or so, the two sophomores heard footsteps coming down the hall. Another student was hunting for a private study space; this was not unusual. Reilly and Bree heard a door open across the hall, and then the footfalls disappeared.

“Hey,” Bree said suddenly. “You want a soda?”

“Too much sugar,” Reilly said automatically.

Both women froze.

“Aw shit,” Reilly muttered, rubbing her brow. While most of Brainwave’s programming had faded from their minds, the Phi Delta’s discovered that they still had the subconscious desire to exercise and diet. Some of the sisters embraced this life change; Madi Reed had lost over fifteen pounds since first getting hypnotized! But Reilly found the lingering posthypnotic commands unsettling.

“I’ll get us two bottled waters,” Bree suggested.

Reilly nodded.

But as Bree opened their classroom’s door, the two friends women could hear…

…the sound of another woman, crying.

Alarmed, Reilly and Bree stepped into the hallway. The sobs were coming from the classroom across the hallway.

“Should we…?” whispered Reilly.

Bree grimaced. “C’mon,” she muttered back.

The two sophomores gently pushed open the opposite classroom’s door.

There, curled up in a chair against the wall, was Sydney Lazaro, cradling her beautiful face in her hands. Her small shoulders were racked with deep sobs.

Both Reilly and Bree sucked in an astounded breath.

Ever since the Brainwave episode had come to a crashing halt, Sydney had barely been seen at the Phi Delta Sigma House. The tall blonde still slept in her single bedroom, but she now made it a point to skip out early in the morning and only return late at night. She never mingled with her sorority sisters and had ignored every phone call or text they sent her… not that there had been many.

Sydney looked awful. Her body was thinner than usual, and her long, flowing hair hadn’t been properly combed in a long time. She wore long slacks and a long-sleeved blouse, and for once, nothing on her body was pink. Her Louis Vuitton backpack was discarded on a table.

Sensing intruders, Sydney shrank back and glared at Reilly and Bree. Her crystal blue eyes were now bloodshot, and her cheeks were coated with tears. Her red lips curled into a hateful snarl.

“Get out!” Sydney yelled, both furious and appalled. “Get the fuck out! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“I… uh… Hey, Syd,” mumbled Reilly.

“Bitch, I said get out!” Sydney screamed. “Just… fucking…”

Her face twisted again, and the tears started to flow once more. Humiliated, Sydney turned her back on the two sophomores, and tried to hunch down into a tinier ball.

“Oh Jesus,” Bree said under her breath to Reilly. “Whaddya we do?”

Reilly gave her friend an I’ve got no idea! look.

Sydney cried, sobbing in large, pitiful wails. For three full minutes, Reilly and Bree just stared, horrified at how much raw anguish was pouring from their Phi Delta sister.

Finally, Reilly took a step forward.

“Sydney,” she said quietly.

The blonde woman ignored her.

“Syd,” Reilly tried again. She crossed the room, and cautiously laid a hand on Sydney’s shoulder.

Angrily, Sydney jerked away.

Reilly composed her thoughts. She lowered herself onto her haunches, bringing her head lower than Sydney’s.

“Sydney,” she implored again. “Girl, talk to me, okay? I’m your sister.”

Sydney sucked in a big, shaky breath of air. “Goddammit,” she swore, furiously wiping her tears on the sleeve of her blouse.

“Com’on, Sid,” coaxed Reilly. “Phi Delta Sigma forever, remember? We’re here for you.”

Reilly shot a desperate, imploring look at Bree. Bree made a face and gagged in disgust.

Oh come on! Reilly’s expression said.

Do I hafta…? said Bree’s face.

Yes, you have to! shot back Reilly. Sydney’s your sister. Help her.

So Bree swallowed her groans and stepped forward. She pulled up a chair and sat, placing herself opposite of the cowering Sydney.

“Com’on, Syd,” Reilly pleaded again. “We’re here for you. Talk to us.”

Sydney sniffed, fished a Kleenex out of an unseen pocket, then blew her nose. She sounded remarkably like a trumpet.

“Its okay,” Reilly assured her.

Sydney’s suspicious glare shot to Reilly, then to Bree, then back to Reilly again. “But you guys hate me,” she accused.

“We don’t hate you!” Reilly recoiled.

“You do!” insisted Sydney.

“No!”

“You do, you totally do!” Sydney flared up. “Like, you think I can’t hear you underclassmen totally gossiping about me? ‘That Sydney, that rich bitch, her daddy has all this money so of course she thinks she runs Phi Delta.’” Sydney stabbed an accusing finger at Bree. “I’ve totally heard you call me the Princess of Phi Delta Sigma. Multiple times!”

Bree froze.

“You deny it?” Sydney demanded.

Reilly was frantically sending cheerful thoughts in Bree’s direction. Deny it, deny it, deny it! Reilly’s brain begged.

“Awwww… yeah. I’ve said that,” Bree confessed.

Oh shit, Reilly thought in despair. Way to go, Bree. Way to go.

“See?” bristled Sydney.

There was an excruciating pause as Sydney glared at her younger sorority sisters.

“Oh, Jesus,” exhaled Bree. She grimaced. “Syd, what do you expect? You were always trying to run Phi Delta. Ever since—“

“I did not!” Sydney protested. “I tried to find cool activities for the sorority to do together! Isn’t that what a sorority is supposed to do?”

Reilly blinked. “Yeah, but…”

Sydney began crying again. “Did you know,” she mumbled, “that out of all the Greek houses on campus, Phi Delta Sigma is the house that does the least? I actually went to the University Greek Administration and looked it up. Phi Delta only throws one party a year. We don’t do charity work. We don’t contribute anything for Community Day or Homecoming. We don’t organize Spring Break trips. We’re so fucking lazy all the time.”

“Yeah, but…” Reilly protested. “I mean…”

“All I ever did,” sniffed Sydney, regaining control of herself once more, “was suggest that my sisters and I do a little more with our community. That’s all I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah, but… your ideas were all terrible!” Bree blurted out. “I mean, a bikini car wash fundraiser? A stupid Halloween theme party? The Key West resort place you picked for Spring Break?”

“Yeah, I didn’t hear you guys suggesting anything better,” retorted Sydney. “I didn’t hear anybody suggesting anything. That was always totally the problem, you guys! Phi Delta has always been the sorority that never did anything. You know how many times I’ve had to listen to my mother and older sisters complain about this? They’ve talked about revoking the annual Lazaro contribution, you know.”

Reilly and Bree sat in stunned silence.

“Uggggh, it doesn’t matter now,” groaned Sydney. “I’m gonna resign from Phi Delta. Everyone there hates me. I’m the dumb bitch who got everyone hypnotized. And even before we got hypnotized, I never had any real friends at Phi Delta. No-one ever wanted to hang with me.”

A fat tear streaked down Sydney’s beautiful face.

Reilly looked at Bree in horror. Shit, what do we do? her forlorn expression asked.

Bree took a long breath. “Okay, Syd, this may be because you licked my pussy…” she began.

Reilly sat straight up. “What???”

“…but I don’t hate you,” Bree continued. “I totally don’t hate you, Syd.”

Sydney studied Bree in silence.

“Yeah, I think that you’re overbearing and too sweet and I really, really don’t like your sick obsession with the color pink,” admitted Bree. “But you’re not a bad person.”

Without a word, Sydney shrank back, just a little.

“I misjudged you,” Bree offered. “I’ve… oh God… I’ve got OCD, okay? I have meds for it, and I’m handling it. But sometimes my OCD makes me react badly to other people.” In a softer voice, she added, “I think that I’ve done that with you.”

“Don’t resign from the sisterhood, Syd,” Reilly said, laying a gentle hand atop Sydney’s hand. “We all misjudged you, I think. But I think you’re cool.”

“Yeah,” Bree nodded. “We should hang, Syd. You ’nd me and Reilly, we should all totally hang.” Bree grinned, and added her hand atop Reilly’s. “Totally.”

New tears filled Sydney’s eyes. But now, a grateful smile formed on her lips.

Without a word, Sydney leaned forward, and enveloped Reilly and Bree in a trembling hug.