The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Later that evening, Reilly was reorganizing her closet. Why she was doing this, she couldn’t say… but putting all the pink blouses and dresses together just suddenly seemed so important. The Electrical Engineering major hummed absently to herself as she worked.

There was a polite knock on the open bedroom door. Reilly turned about.

“Sydney!” she beamed.

“Hello there, girlfriend,” the tall blonde woman said warmly. She gestured to Reilly’s pink tee shirt. “I totally love your outfit, like, you look so cute!”

“Oh, wow, thank you,” gushed Reilly.

Sydney shrugged. “Got a minute?”

“For you? Totally!” said Reilly, overjoyed.

Sydney beaconed, and then the two Phi Delta sisters were descending the grand staircase together.

“You got that electrical power thing all taken care of?” Sydney asked under her breath.

“Oh, totally,” promised Reilly. “Cici and I connected the generator to-“

“Shh!” Sydney cut her off. They were passing other Phi Delta sisters, who looked at Sydney and Reilly curiously. “Here, follow me.”

They were now on the second floor, where the upperclassmen slept. Sydney strode down the corridor, arriving and knocking at the door of Room 203.

“What?” an annoyed voice within bellowed.

Sydney opened the door, and Reilly found herself gazing into Devyn Hammill’s single room. As Phi Delta Sigma president, Devyn was entitled to a room of her own. Right now, Devyn was sitting at her desk, Chemistry books opened all around her, her notebook directly before her. Devyn looked stressed.

“What the fuck is it?” the petite woman snapped again. “I got a major exam tomorrow, girls, so-“

“Can we borrow you for, like, a teensy second?” Sydney asked sweetly. “There’s someone up on the fourth floor that you totally have to meet.”

Devyn stared at Sydney. “Huh?” she asked. “Syd, I know every chick in Phi Delta. How is there someone to ‘meet’?” Her expression hardened. “Did one of the freshmen or sophomore sisters smuggle a boy up to their Goddamn room?”

“Not exactly,” smiled Sydney. “Look, its totally easiest if you just come, okay?”

Angry, Devyn rose to her feet.

“And now, when I snap my fingers,” Bruce’s smooth voice said, “you will walk to the couch and sit down. Immediately, you will look deeply into the screen. Obey these instructions… now!”

The young man clicked his fingers.

In a trance, Devyn stepped across the Baxter Room’s small study area, sitting down on the sofa, as instructed. Bruce swung his strange laptop to face her, and right away Reilly could see Devyn’s face lose all expression. She was sinking deeper into hypnosis.

Bruce picked up his book, reading his obedience commands to the unresisting Phi Delta president. Bruce’s voice was like audible butter, oily and sweet and delicious and irresistible, all at the same time. Even just observing, Reilly found herself wanting to fall back under Bruce’s spell, if only so he could command her again.

Sydney and Reilly stood against the wall, quietly watching Devyn fall even deeper into Bruce’s influence.

“From now on,” Bruce instructed Devyn, “these thoughts will be perminently looping through your mind: Be devoted to the sisterhood. / Dedication is the most important thing. / Everyone under our roof must commit to the project. / Sydney is always right, always wise, always cool.” He began re-counting each directive in more detail.

“You and Cici totally did an awesome job with the electric stuff,” Sydney murmured quietly to Reilly. “Bruce’s machine doesn’t disrupt the house anymore.”

“Thanks,” blushed Reilly. She adored Sydney’s praise.

But the blonde sister folded her arms across her chest, looking concerned.

“What is it…?” Reilly asked, her own joy fading.

“We totally have to hypnotize all the sisters,” brooded Sydney. “Everyone under our roof must commit to the project. But that’s, like, going to take forever if we can only bring them up here one-by-one.”

This was true. Reilly’s spirits plummeted.

Twenty minutes later, Devyn was fully on the team. When she awoke from her hypnotic trance, there was an enormous smile of her beautiful face.

“Oh my gosh, you guys,” she sighed happily. “I totally don’t know why I was so freaked out earlier.”

“You were totally worried about your exam,” Sydney reminded her. “But, like, it shouldn’t be bothering you now.”

“Oh yeah,” beamed Devyn. “Syd, you’re so totally the best…”

“Hey Bruce?” Reilly suddenly asked. “Can I, like, look at your laptop?”

Everyone looked at her in surprise. But Bruce shrugged. “Sure,” he allowed. “Just don’t hit the master switch.”

Reilly knelt, examining Brainwave. “Huh,” she remarked. “So…”

“What?” Sydney probed.

“So the screen here hypnotizes us, right?” Reilly pointed out. “But there’s nothing special about it. Its just an old iPad with optical cables coming from the computer, and this extra component thingee.”

“Okay,” Bruce said. “So?”

“So we could totally replace the iPad,” explained Reilly. “Like, if we wanted a bigger screen.”

Bruce’s eyebrows lifted. “Yeah… but I think its not just the image on the screen that does the hypnosis stuff,” he said. “The Brainwave device also generates a neural stimulation field. That’s what draws so much power, and what turns your female brains into mush when I point the device at you.”

The three college women ignored the insult. “So the neural stimulation field thingee… that must be generated by this gizmo here…?” Reilly guessed, tapping some of the laptop’s external circuitry.

“Could you, like, safely take this apart and rebuild it, Reils?” asked Devyn.

Reilly looked hopeful. “I think so. These wiring connections totally don’t look that complicated. And if we used the big screen TV in the living room…”

“…we could hypnotize all the sisters in batches!” Sydney breathed. “Brilliant. Totally brilliant. Reilly, you’re, like, a genius.”

“Like, totally a genius!” giggled Devyn, delighted at the prospect of mesmerizing all her fellow Phi Delta sisters.

“You’re sure about this?” Bruce asked Reilly, worried.

“I think so…” the beautiful sophomore replied. “Can I, like, see those technical blueprints?”

Over at Winter Apartments, Bree, Tyler, and Justin were really not getting very far with Bree’s investigation. Bree had personally identified most of the Zeta Pi sisters because she had the radical idea of using the young women’s faces to tell them apart. Tyler and Justin seemed determined to accomplish the same task by studying the women’s breasts alone. Their method proved to be highly inefficient.

“Guys, please try to be more productive?” Bree grumbled.

The Zeta Pi’s had a group dinner, every last sister retreating deep into the sorority house. After their meal, Bree, Tyler, and Justin could see a few women wandering about indoors, but there was little activity of interest.

And then, all the Zeta Pi’s seemed to hit the sack at the same time. At the stroke of 11:45 PM, all lights in Zeta Pi House winked out. It was almost as if someone had unplugged the electricity.

“Okay, so that’s superweird,” Bree said, amazed at the coordination.

“Maybe the girls have a timed curfew?” guessed Tyler, scanning all the Zeta Pi windows with his binoculars.

When Bree, Tyler, and Justin resumed their observation the next morning, they discovered that Zeta Pi had already been up for hours. The Zeta Pi house was a beehive of activity, with young women already coming and going.

One mystery was cleared up. Whenever the Zeta Pi sisters left their sorority house, they’d dress like any other Beamont student. (Although Bree thought the Zeta Pi’s wore outfits that were skimpier than usual.) But once a sister had returned to Home Base, she’d hurry inside, only to appear later wearing only her underwear bottoms. Because of the great fence surrounding the Zeta Pi house, the outside world was none the wiser.

As Bree ate a quick bowl of cereal, she absently watched a shift of Zeta Pi’s returning from campus. Another group of fully-dressed ladies was headed out.

“Hey,” Justin said suddenly, squinting into his telescope. “Hey, that’s her! That’s her! Right there.” He pointed to Zeta Pi’s back porch.

Bree set down her Fruit Loops. “Who?”

“Your girl,” Justin replied. “Michelle Jaworowski. Right there, there she goes.”

Bree followed his finger. Stepping off the porch steps was a slender, blonde woman, dressed in a tight baby tee, skinny jeans, and Birkenstock Crocs. A backpack was slung over one of her thin shoulders.

“That’s her!” Bree exclaimed. “Oh, shit…”

She thought quickly.

“Keep watching everything,” she instructed her partners. “I’ll be right back.”

And with that, Bree grabbed her own bag and was out the apartment door.

The elevator in Tyler’s building was so ungodly slow, that Bree lost patience and flew down the fire stairs to get outside. By then, she could see that Michelle Jaworowski was almost halfway up Trapper Blvd. Cursing her luck, Bree gave chase.

As the beautiful journalism major closed in on her quarry, a second young woman, a bouncy redhead in an oversized tee shirt, Lululemon leggings, and old sneakers, appeared on the sidewalk. Like Michelle, the redhead carried a backpack.

“Oh! Hey, hiiiiiii Michelle!” the new woman trilled.

“Hey, hiiiiii Lauren!” replied Michelle.

The two women fell in together, walking side-by-side. There was a Zeta Pi Beta patch stitched to the outside of Lauren’s bag. Another Zeta Pi sister.

Bree fell in behind the pair of Zeta Pi’s, walking silently a few paces back and straining to eavesdrop.

“You’re heading to, what, Russian History?” Lauren asked.

Michelle sighed. “Shakespeare. So boring.”

Lauren nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Oh, look,” she said darkly, then pointed across the street.

Bree followed Lauren’s gesture. On the opposite sidewalk, a gaggle of young women, all very skinny, were walking north, all locked in conversation. Bree didn’t recognize anyone within that crowd.

“Oh,” Michelle responded, distaste in her voice. “Them.”

“I knooooow,” scowled Lauren. “Them. Is it just me, or are women in Omega Theta even creepier this year?”

“Its not just you,” Michelle assured her.

“Ugh, look at them,” Lauren went on. Her voice adopted a mocking tone. “They look anorexic, right? Like, chicks, eat some protein once and a while.”

Bree studied the women across the avenue. Omega Theta Theta was the sorority where Beamont’s art majors pledged: ballerinas, actresses, opera singers, dance majors, and performance studies majors flocked to their door come Pledge Week. Bree didn’t know anyone in that sorority, but she had to agree with Lauren: the women of Omega Theta looked almost unnaturally thin.

“Why, I… Breana? Breana Phillips?”

Bree skidded to a halt. Michelle had paused to check her phone, glanced over her shoulder, and spotted Bree right away. Now Michelle was smiling ear-to-ear, extending her arms in a welcoming hug.

Okay then! Bree thought. Time to be the investigative reporter…

“Omigosh!” Bree play-acted. “Michelle Jaworowski?”

“Hey, hiiiiiii there!” glowed Michelle. She insisted in a friendly hug. “So good to see you, girl! Last time I saw you was…”

“…the English Lit study group, freshman year,” Bree finished. “How’d you do?”

“Oh, just fine,” laughed Michelle. “In fact, I declared as an English major the next semester.”

Michelle looked almost exactly as Bree remembered her: pencil-thin, but with a very feminine figure. As a Zeta Pi and also a Beamont University Varsity Cheerleader, she’d put on a little muscle in her shoulders, legs, and rear end. And if anything, Michelle had even more earring piercings running up her ears. Bree had forgotten how very pretty she was.

Michelle smiled wider. “Bree, let me introduce my sorority sister, Lauren, Lauren Hendricks.”

“Hey, hiiiiii!” Lauren beamed, also insisted on a friendly hug from Bree. “Soooo good to meet you!”

“You’re both in Zeta Pi, huh?” Bree asked, hoping she sounded causal. “That’s cool.”

The trio of women resumed walking towards campus.

“Yeah, very cool,” Michelle said happily. “Honestly, doing the Greek thing was the best best best decision I ever made in college.”

“The best decision,” agreed Lauren.

“Uh-huh…” Bree nodded, wondering what questions she could possibly ask to learn more about Zeta Pi’s sudden obsession with group nudity. “So, you Zeta Pi sisters, do you do a lot of… stuff… together?”

“Oh, we do everything together,” Michelle said proudly. “In fact, my sisters are soooo my family now. You know?”

“Everything, huh?” repeated Bree. “So… do you guys… like… um…”

“Didn’t you pledge somewhere, Bree?” Michelle interrupted. “Where?”

Both Michelle’s and Lauren’s eyes fell onto the oversized Phi Delta Sigma keychain that was dangling from Bree’s backpack. Bree winced, bracing for a chilly reaction.

But Michelle laughed. “Oh, so you’re Phi Delta?” she said, with a careless wave. “I know Zeta Pi and Phi Delta used to soooo hate each other. But I really don’t think that matters this year. Do you?”

Surprised, Bree cocked her head to one side. “No? Why not?”

Michelle gave Lauren a sly smile. “Can I tell Bree?”

“Why not?” Lauren smirked back. “She seems cool.”

“Okay, fine,” grinned Michelle. “So, this year, the Zeta Pi sisters all voted, and we decided to take our focus off campus. If just for this year. We’re past stupid rivalries.”

“Oh,” Bree said, thrown for a loop. “Okay. So, what does that mean?”

“This year,” Michelle declared, “Zeta Pi Beta is shooting for national stardom. We’re gonna compete to take the prize on AHSH.”

“America’s Hottest Sorority House,” supplied Lauren. “It’s that reality show with Dale Silvers.”

Bree’s eyebrows almost lifted clear off her forehead. “…you don’t say,” was all she could manage in response.

“AHSH is shooting in the greater Tampa area this season,” Michelle gloated. “And c’mon, Zeta Pi is a sorority of cheerleaders! What’s hotter than that?”

“You’ve gotta spend more time working on your tan, though,” Lauren told her.

Michelle nodded. “Oh yeah, you’re soooo right.” She grinned. “It’ll happen.”

Bree wasn’t able to wring much more useful information out of her two Zeta Pi companions. She walked both Michelle and Lauren to Chambers Hall on campus, then made an excuse to part ways. Her mind was now filled with more questions than answers.

So the Zeta Pi’s wanted to be on AHSH? That was just… weird. It was superweird that Living Barbie Doll Sydney Lazaro wanted the AHSH crown, but now also the Zeta Pi’s? Was there something in that sexist TV show that Bree was missing? The beautiful journalism major wondered if she needed to watch some old episodes.

“Bree! Hey, Bree!”

Bree snapped out of her funk. Approaching her from the direction of the Beamont Student Union were three of her Phi Delta sisters, Madi Reed, Zoe Fleck, and Catlyn Caffee. Madi was waving and calling her name. It was between classes, and the Beamont campus was filled with undergrads heading off to class.

“Hey guys,” Bree said as her sisters gathered around her.

“Hey Bree,” said Madi. “You… uh…?”

Bree frowned. “What?”

All three of her sisters looked uncomfortable. “I dunno, have you noticed anything weird back at the house?” Madi finally blurted out.

“Anything weird? Sure,” Bree said dryly. “Stupid Sydney Lazaro wants us to go on AHSH.”

“No, not that,” scowled Zoe. “There’s something else going on.”

But Catlyn looked exasperated. “Oh, you guys are just smoking weed,” she scolded Madi and Zoe. “You’re just paranoid.”

“What the fuck are you chicks talking about?” demanded Bree.

“Some of the sisters, they just seem weird,” Madi said, gesturing helplessly with her hands. “Like… I dunno… like they’re all developing the same taste in things. And sharing clothes. And even talking alike.”

“We’re a sorority,” Bree said levelly. “That’s what sorority sisters do.”

“Not like this,” Madi shot back. “Like… some of the girls just want to be just like Sydney. Like, just like Sydney. Exactly like her. They even talk like her.”

“You’re imaging things,” opined Catlyn.

“Yeah?” argued Zoe. “Then what about Devyn?”

“What about Devyn?”

Zoe’s eyes bulged slightly. “A few days ago, our Phi Delta President was this rough-and-tumble chick from the Bronx-“

“Queens,” corrected Catlyn.

“Queens, wherever!” Zoe spluttered. “But now, she doesn’t swear anymore. Like, Devyn couldn’t order food off a menu without cussing, and now she doesn’t say anything stronger than ‘dang.’ And did you see her this morning? She was wearing all pink! And she told me that she hoped I had a good day.”

“That… doesn’t sound like Devyn,” admitted Bree. “So what are you chicks saying?”

“I dunno, but I’m telling you: Something weird is going on,” pronounced Madi. “Have you noticed anything strange over the last day or so, Bree?”

“Me? No,” grunted Bree, growing annoyed. “Look, Madi… maybe Devyn met a guy and she’s just getting laid. Dev’s wound pretty tight normally; maybe some cockriding has taken her edge off?”

“Maybe…” Madi said. But she didn’t look convinced.

“Well then, how about Reilly?” put in Zoe.

Now Bree paused. “What about Reilly?”

“Reilly’s acting funny, too,” Zoe reported. ”She’s all gaga for Sydney, have you guys noticed that? And she’s doing this science experiment on the living room TV.”

Bree chewed a nail, considering. Now that Zoe mentioned it… Reilly had been a bit of an oddball lately. But by her own admission, Reilly could be weird at times.

As Bree pondered, four members of Zeta Pi Beta strode by, all talking happily, all comparing their new suntans.

One mystery at a time, Bree thought to herself. The Zeta Pi stuff is definitely real. I’ll call Reilly later tonight.

“Look, chicks, I gotta go,” Bree said crossly. “Look, you guys are probably overacting, okay? I know Reilly; that chick does weird things sometimes, but there’s no way she’s in the Great Beamont Conspiracy of 2022, okay? Give it a day or so.”

“Fine,” pouted Madi.

Confused and strangely worried, Bree returned to Tyler’s apartment. Her boyfriend was sitting on the ratty couch, scribbling into a notebook. But Justin was still glued to his telescope.

“…yeah, that one is Tricia McNair,” Justin was saying. “And the cropped blonde with the tiny tits who was next to her? That chick is Elle Frohling.”

“Elle… Frohling…” acknowledged Tyler, writing down Justin’s wisdom. “Got it.”

He looked up at the frowning Bree. “What’s up, babe?”

“I didn’t learn that much from Michelle,” admitted the beautiful journalism major. “Just that half the women on this campus want to be on AHSH.”

“Oh, that show’s hot,” Justin said immediately.

Bree shot him a dirty look. “What’re you two losers accomplishing?”

“We’ve ID’ed most of the Zeta Pi’s,” Tyler reported proudly. “You know what’s bizarre, though?”

Bree collapsed onto the couch. “You mean, besides the fact that they reject wearing clothes?”

“No, its that…” Tyler searched for the proper words. “Usually when you see a large group of college kids hanging out, there’s still cliques of friends within, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Bree.

What Tyler said was certainly true in Phi Delta. Bree liked hanging with Reilly and Gabby Blossom, her roommates. She avoided snooty chicks like Leyla Goddard, Cici Owens, and (obviously) Sydney Lazaro whenever possible.

“Well, in Zeta Pi, there are no cliques. Everyone is everyone’s BBF. There’s no breaking into smaller groups, no arguing, no complaining, no nothing. They all just get along perfectly, all the time.”

Frowning, Bree objected, “That’s cray. No sorority has perfect harmony.”

“This one does,” Justin said, his eye still glued to his telescope. “They also don’t divvy up housework, either. Whichever chick notices a task, she just does it. Right then and there. And damn, that house is real clean, you guys.”

Bree rubbed her forehead. Nothing here made sense. She felt a headache coming on.

Later that evening just as the sun was setting, Madi Reed, Zoe Fleck, and Catlyn Caffee trudged along Washington Ave, returning to Phi Delta House for the night. The streetlights were just coming on. The three women were arguing.

“I’m telling you, Cici doesn’t let anyone drive her car anymore,” scowled Zoe. “Ever since I asked to borrow her wheels to see Audio Domination, she’s been all pissy and possessive about it. Like her piece-of-shit Hyundai is a Limited Edition Rolls, or something.”

“Yeah, but then how come she let Sydney borrow it this morning?” Madi countered. “She gave Syd no argument, no conditions, nothing. Just, ‘Here’s the keys, Syd, off you go!’”

Catlyn nodded. “Yeah, I heard Cici talk about Sydney this morning. She thinks Sydney is a fucking goddess, or something. She practically wants to be Sydney’s girlfriend.”

“Or lap poodle,” agreed Madi.

The three women had reached the Phi Delta Sigma House. They turned up the walk, approaching the front doors.

Zoe kicked at a pebble. “You guys, what you just said, that makes no Goddamn sense. Just last week, Cici and me and a bunch of the sisters went drinking, remember? Cici got shit-faced, and she made it clear that she hates Syd. Really hates her.”

“Well, now Cici loves Syd,” Catlyn replied plainly.

Zoe’s scowl deepened. “That’s really weird, you guys. Really-”

“Hey! Hey girls!”

Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn looked up. Smiling at them from the Phi Delta doorway was Leyla Goddard, the chair of Phi Delta’s Social Committee. Leyla was wearing a plain black blouse, with a short pink skirt and her hair pulled up in a matching pink ribbon. She seemed incredibly cheerful.

“Like, there you guys are!” enthused Leyla, as if Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn had been lost for a week. “I’m totally psyched to see you. Com’on in, ’cause I want to show you guys something.”

Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn hung back, somehow alarmed. They’d never seen Leyla act like this.

“Oh, come on,” sang Leyla, coming forward to take Madi by the arm. “What, do you think I bite? I totally don’t bite.” She chuckled at her little joke.

At that moment, more of the Phi Delta sisters appeared at the doorway. There was Melanie O’Neil, Cici Owens, and even the Phi Delta president herself, Devyn Hammill, all smiling warmly and gesturing. Each of these sisters wore something pink and they had all combed their hair long.

“Like, come in!” they chorused. “We’re totally happy to see you guys! We have something to show you that you’ll totally love!”

“Uh…” Madi said, but it was too late to politely resist. Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn were all gently propelled into the Phi Delta living room.

There, in the big room, were at least thirty other Phi Delta sisters, also with friendly smiles on their lips, also with their hair combed long, and also wearing an abundance of pink. The sisters laughed quietly and waved to the three newcomers in greeting.

“Are… you guys freaking out yet?” Madi stage-whispered to Zoe and Catlyn.

“There you guys are!” beamed Sydney, unfolding from the crowd. “I was totally just saying to my sisters, where the freak are Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn? And, like, here you guys are!”

The other sisters cheered.

“Here, we totally have something to show you,” promised Sydney. “Look up there…”

She pointed at the living room’s flatscreen TV, which was presently off.

At that moment, a young man appeared from the kitchens. This fellow was thin and lanky, with a bushy haircut and a very unfashionable pair of glasses perched on his nose. The man looked over Madi, Zoe, and Catlyn with a wolfish interest.

“More sisters?” he asked Sydney.

“Totally,” she smiled back.

“Okay,” grinned the man. “Give ’em the works, Reilly.”

It was then that Madi noticed Reilly Bartlett, crouching under the television. She had an odd-looking laptop open in her lap, and there were many cables running from the little computer up to the big TV. Reilly offered her three sisters a happy smile.

“You guys…!” Zoe muttered fearfully.

But then, Reilly flipped a switch. The great television came alive, swirling with dancing colors and strange, interlocking shapes.

At once, Madi felt as if the world was swallowed up by those magical colors… They were so lively… So vivid… She wanted to… She wanted… She… …she…

“And now, ladies…” Madi heard the man saying directly within her mind, “…you will focus on the sound of my voice, and only the sound of my voice. You are relaxing completely…”