The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Planet Fitness off State Route 98 was busy for a Thursday midafternoon.

And Jimmy Lowman, a thirtysomething PF staff member, was already twenty minutes late for his shift! Jimmy zipped into the gym’s employee lounge, clocked in, yanked on his purple PLANET FITNESS STAFF polo shirt, and then rushed back to the front desk. His older manager, Curtis, was manning the desk alone, staring out into the busy gym.

“Sorry, Curtis, sorry sorry…!” Jimmy gasped, leaping up to the desk computer. He clicked on the ROSTER app, if only to survey the signed-in members. “Traffic on the Interstate was bad, and then my car started making this weird noise…”

Jimmy slid a sidelong, nervous glance at Curtis. Normally, his manager would be furious for even a five-minute-late clock-in.

“Guy,” Curtis murmured quietly. “Check this out. Look.”

Jimmy followed Curtis’s gaze. The gym’s row of treadmills were not twenty feet away from the desk, facing the opposite wall. And on all of the first dozen machines were beautiful young women, all jogging briskly in tandem, shoulder-to-shoulder-to-shoulder.

Despite himself, Jimmy’s mouth dropped open. The women were all in their early twenties, probably college girls. Because of the placement of the treadmills, the women all faced away from the front desk. This meant that Jimmy and Curtis had a direct view of the women’s lean backs, their round, pumping buttocks, and their flashing legs. Light sweat shined upon the women’s shoulders and back muscles. The women wore simple exercise clothes, mostly tight spandex running shorts and ripped tee shirts or sports bras. Every woman wore something pink somewhere on their bodies. Their long hair was tied back into ponytails, and those ponytails now playfully swished back and forth as the women ran.

“Oh my God…” Jimmy breathed, staring openly at all those buttocks.

“Yeah, man,” sighed Curtis. “I’m having a moment here, lemme tell you.”

The women ran on, oblivious to everything except their treadmills.

“These girls have been coming in over the last few days, always in packs, always like this,” Curtis murmured to Jimmy. “They run together, they stretch together, they lift weights together.” He his voice grew wistful. “And then they go into the sauna together.”

Jimmy almost whistled. “Jesus…”

“Oh, hold on,” Curtis said, glancing at his watch. “You ready for this? Here comes the weirdest part. Wait for it, wait for it…”

The treadmills started beeping, indicating that their programmed runs were over. All the women slowed, all reaching for their water bottles at the same time. They drank as one.

“Huh,” Jimmy remarked. “So—“

Curtis made a chopping motion. “Wait for it!”

The young women all stopped their treadmills, then turned to hop off, idly mopping their brows and long necks with their hand towels. But as they stepped down, another twelve young women materialized from the innards of the gym, each queueing up for a relinquished running machine.

“Good workout?” the new arrivals would ask their sweaty counterparts.

“Totally,” replied the women stepping down.

“Awesome,” was the final comment before the new women assumed command of a treadmill.

In near-perfect unison, the new treadmill women set down their water bottles and towels, tapped the panel controls, and then launched into a run. At the same time, the first batch of women filed off into the gym, heading for the stretching studio, and chatting merrily as they went. Men throughout the gym froze to stare at them as they passed.

“Jesus Christ,” muttered Jimmy, in awe. “How did they…?”

“I’ve no idea,” Curtis admitted, now studying the tight rear ends of the newer runners. “But in forty-five minutes, those girls will finish and another twelve will show up to take their place. Like clockwork. They’ve been doing cardio in shifts all day.”

The two men watched the runners in appreciative silence.

“I think I’ll pick up some extra hours today,” Jimmy announced.

Curtis nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”

Bree watched closely as Gabby Blossom added Greek yogurt, bananas, almond butter, hemp seeds, green tea powder, and ice cubes into a brand-new blender. Gabby capped the lid, hit PUREE, then offered the brightest of smiles.

“See?” Gabby said proudly. She poured some of the thick liquid into a soup mug. “It’s one of Sydney’s fatburner smoothies. 35 grams of protein, no sugar, low GI carbs. Like, you take it an hour before you do cardio, and it totally gives you energy. Dedication is the most important thing.”

“Awesome,” Bree said in admiration, taking a mug. “Sydney is always right, always wise, always cool.”

“She totally is,” nodded Gabby.

The two young women were in the Phi Delta Sigma House kitchen. Like every other corner of the house, the kitchen had been scrubbed and organized into immaculate cleanliness. The pantries were neatly organized into five simple categories: Fruits / Vegetables / Protein Powders / Vegan Snacks / Vitamin Supplements. The refrigerators were stocked with almond milk, eggs, more vegetables, Gluten-free ingredients, and plain chicken. No carbohydrates. No junk food. Nothing with processed sugars. Weight Management and Nutrition Information posters were pinned up on the bulletin boards.

At the moment, Bree wore a pink cutoff exercise tee shirt, formfitting running shorts, and new pink sneakers. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled up into a high pony tail, which was best for running. Written in pink, the words BEAMONT UNIVERSITY were stretched across Bree’s tight little bum.

Bree sipped her smoothie as Gabby watched expectantly.

“Hnnn, it’s a little too sweet,” Bree judged.

“But, like, there’s no sugar!” protested Gabby.

“I know,” Bree said gently. “Maybe, like, switch to that plain organic yogurt, the stuff that lists no sugar on the label?”

“Oh…” Gabby slapped her forehead. “Shit. Yeah, you’re totally right.”

“Like, no biggie,” Bree consoled her. “Its still totally delicious. I’ll just do an extra twenty minutes on the elliptical.” But she set her mug down onto the counter without taking another sip.

The backdoor opened, and six Phi Delta sisters marched inside, all dressed in sweat-drenched, skintight workout clothes. Most of the women immediately headed upstairs for the showers, but Madi Reed paused to grin triumphantly at Bree and Gabby.

“Guess what, you guys?” Madi cried, her eyes glowing with pride. “I just ran three miles for the first time ever!” She playfully slapped her own behind. “I’m one sexy bitch!”

“You are,” Bree grinned. “Dedication is the most important thing, girl.”

“You’re totally looking great, Madi,” Gabby said truthfully.

“I’ve lost five pounds, you guys!” Madi crowed. “Everyone under our roof must commit to the project, and I am so totally committed!” She peered at the blender. “Hey, does that smoothie have any sugar?”

“Some,” Gabby admitted sheepishly. “From the yogurt.”

Madi nodded. “Maybe switch to that plain organic yogurt that lists no sugar on the label?”

At the moment, Bree’s smartphone rang. Bree scooped it off the counter and picked up. “Like, hi,” she said.

On the other end of the line was Tyler. “…Bree?” Bree’s boyfriend asked uncertainly.

Bree stifled a frown. She and Reilly were hoping to catch the gym’s 10 AM advanced spin class. Tyler was so needy!

“Yeah?” Bree said impatiently.

“Listen, babe, you haven’t been back to watch the Zeta Pi house in three days. But, uh, you might want to?”

“Oh, that,” huffed Bree, pulling her leg back into a quad stretch. “Yeah, I don’t know—“

“Weird things are happening at Zeta Pi, babe. The Zetas are starting to fight.” Sounded panicked, Tyler added, ”And what’s worse, some of them are putting on clothes!”

Bree rolled her eyes. “Ty, babe, I’m totally busy right now. There’s a spin class in a few, and dedication is the most important thing. Can’t we, like—“

“I don’t get you,” Tyler interrupted. “One day, you’re obsessed about the Zeta Pi’s. Now you couldn’t give a shit. What happened to that big news story that you were gonna break?”

Frowning, Bree considered the question. Why did spying on the Zeta Pi’s once seem so important? She couldn’t remember. Probably her OCD had gotten out of control again. Frankly, if those cheerleader chicks wanted to walk around stark naked over at Zeta Pi, wasn’t that on them?

Besides, there were much more important things in the world. The AHSH competition, for instance! Phi Delta Sigma just had to get the Season 4 trophy! They just totally had to! Bree was devoted to the sisterhood. Everything else that didn’t work toward the AHSH trophy was totally a silly distraction. Totally.

On the phone, Bree could hear Justin saying something to Tyler.

But at that moment, Reilly skipped into the kitchen, dressed in a tight running top and pink leggings. She flashed a bright smile to Bree, who smiled back.

“…oh yeah, yeah!” Tyler was saying. “There’s also a guy in the Zeta Pi house.”

Now that caught Bree’s attention. By strict university rules, men were not permitted in the sorority houses. The Zeta Pi’s were risking losing their charter?

“Whaddya mean, there’s a guy there?” Bree blurted out.

“Yeah! About twenty minutes ago, this guy just… ran out the back door of Zeta Pi! Ran across the lawn and out the gate. The Zeta Pi’s ignored him.”

“Huh,” Bree remarked. The journalist within her was coming out of hibernation. “What did this dude look like?”

“I dunno. Older guy, thin guy, maybe mid-twenties? He wore slacks and a button-down shirt.”

Bree cackled. “Doesn’t sound like the Zeta Pi’s type. Like, you and Justin sure that you’re not smoking too much dope?”

“Bree!” Tyler seethed. “Are you serious about cracking this mystery?”

The beautiful young woman frowned. “Yeeeeeeeah… I guess not.” She shifted into another quad stretch for her calf muscles. “I totally have other things to do. Everyone under our roof must commit to the project.”

Sounding lost, Tyler exclaimed, “Its like you’re not yourself, babe. Are you sure—“

“I gotta go,” Bree snapped, and hung up. She turned around.

Reilly was setting down a smoothie mug, thoughtfully licking her lips. “It’s a little too sweet,” she told Gabby. “Maybe switch to that plain organic yogurt that lists no sugar on the label?”

Just then, the house doorbell rang.

Reilly, Bree, and Gabby all looked at one another in surprise. “A delivery guy?” Bree guessed.

“Not this early in the morning,” Reilly replied.

The doorbell urgently rang again.

Curious, Reilly and Bree moved into the entryway. Reilly opened the door, and both young women were astounded to see a young, out-of-breath Asian man on the doorstep, wearing slacks and a button-down shirt.

“…hey…” the man huffed. “I wanna… see… Bruce.”

In the Phi Delta living room, Bruce was carefully disconnecting the Brainwave machine from the large flatscreen TV. Reilly had cabled together a little gizmo where he could unplug Brainwave from the TV and reconnect it back to its original little computer tablet. Bruce had learned that the big TV was ideal for hypnotizing a large number of the Phi Delta women, but it was too much if he wanted to just rehypnotize Sydney alone. Sydney had to be rehypnotized at least once a day to maintain control over the whole sorority.

As if sensing Bruce’s thoughts, Sydney herself appeared, skipping down the grand staircase. She wore a loose crop top with pink spandex shorts and matching pink sneakers; her long, blonde hair was held in place by a pink sweatband.

“Hey, babe,” Sydney said airily, “I think I’ll, like, jump into the gym’s 10 AM spin class. Some of the other sisters are going, and—“

“Hold it,” Bruce told her.

“No, babe, I totally should make this class. My glutes need—“

“Hold it, Your Majesty,” ordered Bruce, now using Sydney’s hypnotic trigger phrase.

Sydney froze, her expression going blank. “…okay,” she said, then turned to stand by Bruce.

The young scientist finished disconnecting Brainwave. “Let’s head back upstairs,” he said.

Before Sydney could respond, footsteps approached. “Bruce?” a young woman called out.

Bruce turned. Reilly and Bree, two of his favorites, were approaching. “Bruce, we think that you might—“ Reilly began.

But then, a young man pushed his way past the beautiful young sophomore. “Broh!” the man exclaimed, obviously faking delight. “Broh, so good to see you!”

Bruce almost dropped Brainwave. “…Phil?” he spluttered. “Phil Namartin???”

It had been, what, a month and a half since Bruce had last seen Phil? Back when both Bruce and Phil both worked at WDL, under Dr. McAlister. In fact, the very last time Bruce had seen Phil was the day when Bruce had first seen the Brainwave machine in action. That was also the very day when Bruce stole Brainwave for himself.

“Broh!” Phil cried, bounding forward.

Phil’s hair was a little windswept. His button-down shirt was coming out from under his belt and his face was still slightly red, as if he’d run several blocks. The disheveled Taiwanese scientist somehow looked both relieved and panicked at the same time.

Not knowing how to react, Bruce merely said, “…dude?”

“Heh,” Phil grinned, gesturing to the modified laptop in Bruce’s hands. “So you thought of the idea of connecting Brainwave to the big screen TV? So that you could hypnotize most of the girls at the same time, huh? Smart.”

Too late, Bruce made a futile attempt to hide Brainwave behind his back. “I… er…”

The scientist glanced at Sydney, Reilly, and Bree, who were all staring at him in puzzlement. The women knew they were being hypnotized, of course, and Bruce had given them a powerful suggestion to think nothing of their mesmerized states. Everyone under our roof must commit to the project. But Phil’s sudden intrusion might disrupt those careful instructions.

“Broh, you gotta help me!” Phil blurted out. “You just gotta!”

“Wait, what do you mean?” Bruce protested, stepping back.

Phil exhaled in frustration. “Okay, listen. So you know that night when you, well, stole Brainwave?”

Bruce shifted on his feet.

“Alright, alright, alright, I stole the other Brainwaves!” confessed Phil. “The moment I heard the security alarms go off—“

“Whoa, what other Brainwaves?”

“Broh, you think stupid McAlister built only one model?” Phil said crossly. “No, WDL R&D policy is that multiple test devices are always constructed.” Phil gestured at the modified laptop in Bruce’s hands. “You swiped the lab model. But there were five others in the Test Lab 7 storage locker, all packed up. After I saw you dash down the hallway, I knew what you’d done. So I zipped into the lab, loaded the spares onto a crash cart and wheeled them down to the WDL loading dock. Then it was easy to ship them to my apartment the next day. Stupid WDL Security never caught on.”

Bruce nearly fell over. “You’ve been hypnotizing Zeta Pi Beta?” he exclaimed.

Bree’s eyes widened in realization.

“Yeah, I mean, why not?” Phil offered a sheepish grin. “I didn’t know that you were here in Phi Delta, broh, at least not at first. But my girls noticed that your girls were behaving weirdly, and…” He spread his hands. “…it wasn’t hard to guess what was going on.”

“Dude, you stole my idea?” said Bruce, annoyed.

“Oh, come on, broh,” Phil grunted. “Your idea wasn’t that fucking original, okay? I mean, first I was tempted to mesmerize my way into the Playboy Mansion. Then I thought I might move in on the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But then, it hit me: Beamont University has a whole sorority of cheerleaders! Why not brainwash them?”

None of this calmed Bruce. “Dude, you totally backstabbed me! After I took over Phi Delta and my girls won on AHSH, I was gonna hypnotize Zeta Pi next.”

“Okay, alright, broh! I’m sorry,” Phil groaned. “For real, I’m sorry, okay?” He hesitated. “Now… can ya help me?”

“With what?”

Phil looked pained. “I’ve only one Brainwave machine left, broh. And my girls are starting to wake up from their trances!”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, what?”

Phil became the technical scientist once more. “Okay, so as originally designed, Brainwave could only work on one person at a time, right? And the neural field it generated was only meant to induce heightened concentration, not hypnosis. And even then, the device was a huge power hog.”

“Right,” Bruce allowed. “If you wanted to use it to blot out independent thought, you needed a higher power supply. A steady three thousand watts at twelve volts for two hundred fifty amps.”

Reilly found herself listening to this conversation very closely.

“Exactly!” Phil cried, clapping his hands once. “Yeah, broh, exactly right. So to hypnotize the Zeta Pi’s, I had to crank up the juice. So I used what you probably used, I ran one if those electric car charge cables into my Brainwave. And it worked! But…”

“But that kind of power flow eventually melted the circuitry,” Reilly finished, pleased with herself. “Am I right?”

Phil stared at the beautiful young engineering student. “Who the fuck is this?”

Before Reilly could answer, Bruce said in exasperation, “She’s no one! Reilly, shut the fuck up.”

“Reilly, like, shut the fuck up,” Sydney repeated.

Immediately, Reilly felt horrible. Sydney is always right, always wise, always cool. How could she let Sydney down?

Phil’s suspicious eyes darted from Reilly, to the connection cables hanging off the back of the Phi Delta TV, and then back to Reilly again.

Bruce cleared his throat. “Anything else to tell me, dude?”

“Well… yeah, that’s about what happened,” Phil admitted. “So, broh… you gotta help me!” He pointed at Bruce’s Brainwave. “How have you entranced over a hundred girls and not cooked your machine?”

Bruce jutted out his chin. “You stole my idea,” he accused. “Why the fuck should I help you?”

“Because…” Phil’s gazed wandered around the living room, finally falling on Sydney, Reilly, and Bree. He bit his lip in thought.

“Well?” demanded Bruce.

“Broh, I’ll give you two reasons,” Phil replied. Indicating the Phi Delta women, he asked, “How many times have you fucked these chicks in a foursome?”

Sydney, Reilly, and Bree’s jaws fell open as one. “Bruce…!” Sydney gasped.

Phil ignored them. “How many times?” he pressed.

“I, uh…” wavered Bruce.

“Okay, how many times have you fucked just one of them?”

Bruce bit the inside of his cheek. The truth was… he’d tried to hypnotize the Phi Delta girls into sex many times. Each time he’d suggested to an entranced sister that she should take off her clothes, or that she was horny, or she felt the urge to even just suck on his cock for a little, the young woman would resist him. Even airheaded Sydney, whom was under his mental spell once a day, had yet to obey his lustful commands. It drove Bruce nearly berserk, to be surrounded by all these breasts and asses and flat tummies and feminine charm and not be able to sample any of the female bodies.

So Phil had played for time. It was his hope that as the Phi Delta women threw themselves into their AHSH quest, Brainwave’s hypnotism would gradually erode their mental defenses. In Modern Hypnosis, Allister Talgarth had written, “The longer a subject experiences the hypnotic condition, the less they can resist a persistent hypnotic suggestion.”

“You haven’t done anything with your girls, have you, broh?” sneered Phil. “Heh. Well, I never had that problem at Zeta Pi…”

Now Bruce stared at him. “What? How?”

“You have to modify the neural field,” Phil said carelessly. “Once you do that, the girls completely lose their free will. I enjoyed three of my top Zeta Pi hotties on the first night I zapped them, broh.”

“You’re lying,” Bruce said.

“No, broh, I’m so not,” Phil shot back. “Your idea to have your girls go out for AHSH is a good one, I’ll give you that. I’m having the Zeta Pi’s do the same. Because after we win the Season 4 trophy, I’m gonna film my girls doing lesbian sex on each other and sell the footage for millions.”

Bruce tilted his head back. “So if I modified Brainwave’s neural field… then in theory, all I’d have to do is change the Theta modulation settings in the software. That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Whoa,” Phil said dangerously. “Don’t fuck around with that stuff unless you know exactly what you’re doing. You know what would be better? You tell me how to fix my power supply issue, and I’ll tell you how to—“

“Sorry, dude, no deal,” Bruce interrupted loudly. “I guess you’ll have to figure out your problems on your own.”

“Iszat so?” replied Phil. “Hmmgh. Fine, I’ll give you the second reason why you should really, really, really help me. Because in about three hours, enough of my Zeta Pi girls are gonna come completely out of their hypnotized state. Once they do that, they’ll think back through the last few weeks. They’ll figure out everything I did to them.”

“And then you’re fucked,” Bruce said.

“And then you’re fucked,” insisted Phil. “The Zeta Pi’s know that your girls are acting weird; they’ll immediately realize that the Phi Delta’s are under hypnosis too. They’ll call the cops, the cops will be able to link the robberies at WDL to both of us, we’ll go to prison for a couple of hundred counts of date rape each. You wanna know what fucking happens to convicted rapists in the state of Florida?”

Now Bruce went pale. “…oh, shit,” he muttered.

“Yeah. Broh, just fucking show me how you got Brainwave to work at high power without melting down,” Phil implored. “And in an hour, you can be banging these three chicks here like a porn star. They’ll eagerly suck your cock, call you ‘master’, and beg you to fuck them in any position that you choose. They’ll do it, broh. They’ll be your slutty slaves, horny just for you.”

Sydney, Reilly, and Bree all shrank back, a little.

“But Bruce…” Sydney implored, “we have to work towards the AHSH trophy, remember? Dedication is the most important thing. Everyone under our roof must commit to the project.”

Bruce was eyeing her hungrily. “Yeah…” he said slowly. “Yeah, I agree.”

He set the Brainwave device down onto the small table before the television. “I agree, Phil,” he said. “Show me how to make these girls sexually worship me in bed.”

“I knew you’d come around, broh,” grinned Phil. He stepped forward.

Reilly had watched the whole conversation between Bruce and Phil with a growing sense of horror. Hypnotism? Sex? Enslavement? How could this be happening? It seemed to contradict her most cherished ideas:

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.

But as Bruce and Phil fired up the Brainwave device and studied its software on the laptop screen, it was like Reilly’s feet suddenly couldn’t move. She watched, half-fascinated, half-horrified, as Bruce and Phil plotted.

“See this setting, here?” Phil said to his fellow scientist, pointing to a readout on Brainwave’s screen. “That’s the key. Shift this into the theta spectrum, and then the neural field becomes saturating. Your girls will lose all control over their own minds.”

“Doesn’t that draw more power?” Bruce wanted to know.

“Naw, broh,” smirked Phil. “A higher frequency costs you nothing. Here, we’ll hook up the small tablet and turn your girls’ brains into mush, right now.”

In her mind, Reilly understood that she was about to be placed under a powerful spell, a spell that would rob her of the freedom of her thoughts. And yet, she had no protest as the two grinning men prepared the Brainwave machine. Soon, the little tablet screen was restored, and aimed squarely at the three Phi Delta women.

Beside her, Reilly could sense Sydney and Bree, standing next to her, also petrified. Were her sisters also feeling trapped, yet indifferent? Reilly guessed so.

“There,” Bruce said, actually rubbing his hands together. “Now, to zap the girls, all I do is—“

“Whoa, hold a sec,” cut in Phil. “You’re about to get what you want. Gimme what I want.”

Bruce looked as though he might argue… but then shrugged his shoulders. “Reilly here is an engineering student,” he said. “She figured out the power issue.”

“No way,” Phil remarked, gazing at Reilly with a greedy lust. “She’s hot and smart, eh? Awesome. Lemme borrow her.”

“Fine,” shrugged Phil. “Sydney, tell Reilly that Phil’s gonna borrow her. She’s to do whatever he asks.”

Immediately, Sydney turned toward the sophomore engineer. “Reils, I totally want you to go with Phil. He’s, like, totally cool. Help him with what he needs, okay?”

Sydney is always right, always wise, always cool.

Reilly felt a wonderful feeling flood her being. Obeying Sydney’s wishes always felt so good. “Of course, Syd,” she gushed. “Totally, totally!”

“Awesome,” Sydney replied.

Phil’s smirk grew wider. “Com’on, hottie,” he leered at Reilly. “You’ve got work to do.” To Bruce, he added, “Thanks, broh.”

And without another comment, Phil strode towards the front door. Reilly found herself eagerly scampering after him, excited to help.

But just as she was about to exit the room, Reilly threw a glance back over her shoulder. Bruce had flicked on Brainwave. Sydney and Bree were helplessly staring into the tablet screen.