The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Her thoughts still a hopeless jumble, Reilly shuffled down Washington Ave, ignoring the strange looks she was getting from passing Beamont students. Try as she might, Reilly couldn’t focus. Her head was whirling with different images: Sydney Lazaro, beaming at her with a tender kindness… Her Phi Delta sisters, all proudly showing off their gym bodies… The opening title shot of AHSH… The screen on the Brainwave device, lighting up and stealing away her thoughts…

And all the while, Reilly couldn’t stop thinking the same mantras, over and over and over again: 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. / Be devoted to the sisterhood. / Dedication is the most important thing. And on and on and on and on and on…

It was a shock to realize that Reilly was standing before the Phi Delta Sigma house. Had she already walked across campus?

Jesus. She was a mess.

A new thought occurred to the beautiful young engineering student: Find Bree. Bree was always her rock, her stabilizer. Bree would help calm Reilly down. Bree would know what to do.

“Reilly! Hey Reilly!”

Reilly almost jumped. Coming down the street from the opposite direction was a gaggle of young women, waving at her. Leading the pack was Cici Owens, calling Reilly’s name. Catlyn Caffee was trotting beside Cici. All the women were dressed in workout clothes and carried small duffle bags. Reilly paused, waiting for her fellow Phi Delta sisters.

“Hey Reils!” Cici sang out as she drew near. “I thought, like, you and Bree were gonna come join us in the spin class! What gives, girl?” She waggled a finger. “Dedication is the most important thing, ya know.”

“Yeah, totally,” Reilly agreed, feeling strange. “Dedication is the most important thing.”

Catlyn peered at Reilly. “You okay, Reils? You look totally freaked out.”

“I’m fine,” Reilly lied.

“Its no biggie that you missed spin,” shrugged Cici. “The girls ’nd me are here for a quick protein shake, maybe some stretches, then we’re totally headed back to Planet Fitness. In fact, I’m totally sure that Devyn is leading a group in about a half an hour.”

As Cici prattled on about the gym schedule for the day, all the Phi Delta women moved up the walkway and through the Phi Delta House front doors.

“…and after Devyn’s group,” Cici was saying, “Leyla’s group is going an hour after Devyn’s to—“

Her words caught in her mouth as her jaw became unhinged. All the newcomers stared into the Phi Delta living room in astonishment.

Lounging about or standing in small groups were their sorority sisters… completely naked. Reilly quickly counted at least fifteen young women before her, and not one of them had a scrap of clothing on their slender bodies.

“…to do some body sculpt work,” Cici finished weakly.

As Reilly, Cici, and the other gymgoers gaped, a nude Devyn Hammill drifted by. The petite beauty smiled pleasantly, her eyelids half-closed, her long, black hair draped over one shoulder. Every last one of Devyn’s firm, toned muscles were on display as she stepped lightly over the carpet.

“Hey guys…” Devyn smiled. “Like, welcome home.”

A near-speechless Cici could only ask, “…aren’t you guys going to the gym?”

“No, I don’t think so,” sighed Devyn, absently playing with her hair. “It’s not what we do now.”

Almost indignant, Catlyn protested, “But you have to go! Everyone under our roof must commit to the project!”

“Yeah, everyone under our roof must commit to the project,” Reilly found herself echoing.

But the naked Devyn waved them off. “Sydney has new ideas,” she said loftily. “I’m sure Bruce will be here to explain them to you.”

And then, as if he’d planned the entrance, Bruce came down the staircase, smirking from ear to ear. He wore an old black tee shirt and stonewashed jeans, with nothing on his feet. As he descended, all the naked Phi Delta women began to blush and giggle and swoon at his appearance, as if they thought Bruce was the world’s sexiest bachelor.

Directly behind Bruce walked Sydney and Bree, both completely naked. Sydney beamed and glowed, her head held up and her small hands folded before her. She arched her back slightly, thrusting out her chest.

Reilly gasped as the stared at Bree. Her best friend had a vacant expression in her eyes. She moved forward, but seemed unaware of her surroundings. There wasn’t even a flicker of recognition when Reilly’s and Bree’s gazed briefly met, only for a second.

It was as if Bree was sleepwalking… or under a spell.

“Bree!” Reilly called out.

Bree ignored her.

“Ah, more back from the gym,” Bruce grinned. “Good. How many more sisters are left, eh?”

“Like, thirty, I think,” Sydney chimed in. “Leyla took some of the girls to the organic store, and Melanie O’Neal is totally at the gym now with another dozen.”

“Fine, fine,” Bruce said airily. He nodded at Reilly, Cici, Catlyn, and the other new arrivals. “Let’s get these ladies with the new program, eh?”

Sydney smiled. “Of course. Ladies? Come into the living room, will you?”

“Like, what’s going on?” Cici asked helplessly, still unnerved by all the nudity that surrounded her.

“Are we not doing more cardio today?” Catlyn wanted to know.

“Bruce will totally explain everything,” replied Sydney, still beaming like a sunrise. “Now, come into the living room and assemble before the big TV?”

Sydney is always right, always wise, always cool.

Before she could stop herself, Reilly was shuffling forward, moving deeper into the living room. The flatscreen television loomed before her, currently off. But Bruce was tapping away on his strange laptop, clearly about to initiate his software.

Reilly threw a worried glance over at Bree. It was so weird to see Bree without clothes, merely standing still, observing but saying nothing. Maybe her OCD meds were acting up? Maybe???

Be devoted to the sisterhood.

Bree was Reilly’s sister, wasn’t she?

A slight shot of pain bit at Reilly’s right arm.

THIS IS WRONG!

Suddenly, an unexpected gush of panic seized the engineering student! Not knowing why she did this, Reilly jumped forward, grabbing Bree with both arms.

“Breana!” she shouted, causing everyone else in the room to start. “Breana, are you okay?”

Bree blinked, her eyes focusing on Reilly’s stained expression.

“Hey there,” Bruce snapped, annoyed. “Reilly, stop that. Sydney, get her in line?“

“Reilly,” soothed Sydney, appearing at Reilly’s elbow. “Girlfriend, don’t worry. Bruce will totally explain everything to you. Like, just look into the TV, okay?”

“…okay,” Reilly mumbled, confusion fogging her brain once more. She allowed Sydney to steer her towards the group with Cici and Catlyn.

“…stupid bitch…” growled Bruce, back on his laptop. He hit the master switch. The television lit up.

As the young women gazed into the great screen and Brainwave stole their thoughts, Bruce began reciting his latest script: “And now, ladies, you go deeper and deeper into relaxation, and into total obedience. You have no desires except for the ones that Sydney or I give you. You no longer care so much about working out, but from now on, you feel the need to be naked whenever we are all alone inside this house…”

As Bruce droned on, hypnotizing Reilly and company into mindless servitude, Bree found herself shaking her head. Reilly’s cry for help still rang in her skull. Why-

With a jolt, Bree suddenly slapped her own face. Hard.

The blow had been quick and entirely unexpected. For an instant, Bree wasn’t even certain that she’d been the one to lash out. The pain stung her cheek like a snakebite.

And then, within Bree’s mind, the universe both shattered and reassembled itself. She saw clearly. She understood everything.

Shocked by the reality of the moment, the naked journalism student glanced about. No-one had noticed the slap. Bruce was yammering on, concentrating on his hypnotism script. Most of the other Phi Delta sisters were staring blank-eyed into the flatscreen television, hopelessly mesmerized by the device.

Rage seized Bree. Sheer, towering, overpowering hatred and rage filled every fiber of her being. That fucking Bruce!!!

Bree strode forward, shoving Bruce aside.

“Hey!” the scientist protested.

But Bree ignored him. She seized the Brainwave device, tearing it from all the cables which plugged into its sides. With fire blazing in her eyes, Bree held the laptop over her head, and then smashed it against the floor with every ounce of strength she had.

Brainwave broke apart into a thousand shards of plastic, circuitry, and glass. The machine sparked once as it died.

“Fuck, noooooo!!!” Bruce screamed. “NOOOO!!!”

But Bree’s fury was hardly contained. She leapt forward like a tigress, shoving the scientist onto his back on the floor. Bree raised one fist, ready to pummel Bruce’s nose into clay.

“You shithead!” seethed Bree. “You utter lowlife shithead! I oughta beat you into a bloody jelly, right fucking here!”

“Bree, hold on,” Bruce implored.

“GET OUT!” screamed Bree. “GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!!!”

About the room, Phi Delta sisters were blinking their way out of their hypnotic trances. Some of the women were realized that they were naked, and were hurriedly covering themselves with their hands.

Reilly shook her head. She flexed her arm, then stared in disgust down at Bruce.

“Oh fuck,” Bruce said in a tiny voice.

And that was it. Like a greased pig, Bruce leapt to his feet and raced for the front door, Bree screaming and chasing him all the way.

Reilly and Bree stared at one another.

“…you okay?” Reilly asked her best friend.

Without a word, Bree jumped forward, grabbing Reilly with an enormous hug.

Twenty minutes later, Bruce was pounding on the doors of Zeta Pi Beta. “Phil!” he cried. “Phil, dude, lemme in! Lemme in!”

There was the sound of crashing from within the Zeta Pi mansion, as if someone had thrown a lamp. Bruce could hear women’s voices yelling.

“Phil!!!” he cried, louder.

The door was wrenched open, and Phil bounded out. The Taiwanese scientist looked disheveled; his shirt was torn in two places, and there was a bruise under one eye. Phil’s eyes were wide with panic. He quickly slammed the door shut behind him.

“Dude!” Bruce exclaimed, alarmed.

“Broh!” begged Phil. “Broh, you’ve gotta help me! I need to borrow your Brainwave!”

“Wait, why?” Bruce asked, a sickly feeling forming inside his stomach.

“My girls,” seethed Phil, both frightened and angry. “They’re rebelling! They’re free!”

“We gotta rescue your Brainwave,” Bruce said instantly.

But Phil shook his head. “No, goddammit, my last Brainwave just melted! It fucking melted! The power supply turned it into a heap of plastic slag. Your Reilly chick, she didn’t tell me that could happen!”

“Oh shit…” Bruce moaned, covering his face with both hands.

Phil’s eyes narrowed. “Why? Broh, where’s your machine?”

Before Bruce could say anything, the gates of the Zeta Pi fence flew open. A man appeared in the entryway, well-built with a stocky frame. The man spotted the two scientists, and came racing over, trotting in an ungainly way, as if he were entirely unused to running. He left the gate wide open.

As the stranger drew nearer, Bruce and Phil almost fell over from sheer astoundment.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” the red-faced stranger panted, reaching for the younger men. “Oh, gracious! I must say, I’m relieved to see you!”

“…Dr. McAlister???” Bruce said in disbelief.

“Hello, gentlemen, hello, hello,” wheezed the elder scientist.

James McAlister had looked better. No longer sporting his signature WDL lab coat, he looked quite odd wearing an old tie-dye tee shirt, Bermuda shorts, and moccasins. His belly was slightly rounder, and his ratty little ponytail was greasier and longer. Big bags were under the older man’s eyes.

Dr. McAlister clapped a hand onto Bruce’s shoulder. “Gentlemen,” he gasped, “listen, I know you stole the Brainwave devices from WDL. I know it, I watched you do it on the security cameras!”

Phil shrank back. “Er, about that…”

“Do you have any spare machines?” Dr. McAlister demanded, almost shaking Bruce. “I would just need one extra!”

Bruce’s jaw dropped even lower. “You… you stole a Brainwave device too?”

“I, er, well, I…” stammered McAlister. “Er, well, yes. Actually, there was a cart of twenty mostly-assembled units, even after you two gentlemen cleaned out Test Lab 7.”

“You stole a cartful of Brainwaves,” accused Phil, piecing together the mystery, “and then you…”

“Then you hypnotized one of the campus sororities,” Bruce said dully. “You jacked up the Brainwaves’ neural stimulation field, added in a hypnosis script, and brainwashed a sorority house. Jesus, everyone steals my idea!”

“Well…” frowned Dr. McAlister, “gracious, why not? I mean, when WDL called the police, I knew they’d be looking for you two idiots. So I could lie to them about what was taken, steal all of the remaining Brainwaves after the police left, and be in the clear.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Phil spluttered.

Dr. McAlister drew himself taller. “My gracious, did you know that in my youth, I never sowed my wild oats? I spent my twenties and thirties working away on my PhDs! Women never once looked my way!” He jutted out his chin defiantly. “And since I was the one who invented the Brainwave, why the blazes shouldn’t I live as Hugh Hefner?”

“Who?” Bruce asked.

“Which sorority did you hypnotize?” Phil wanted to know. “Wait, don’t tell me… It was Omega Theta Theta, wasn’t it?”

McAlister looked sheepish. “I’ve, eh, always had a thing for pretty dancers and actresses.”

“Aw, shit,” Phil groaned. “My girls thought there was something weird going on with the Omega T’s.”

“And the Omega T’s are lovely, just lovely,” smiled Dr. McAlister. He paused. “By the way… how did you boys overcome the power supply problem? I, uh, melted down my last Brainwave before I worked that kink out.”

“I don’t fucking believe this…” Bruce muttered angrily. “You two pricks can go and fuck yourselves, you know that?”

“Well, now, gentlemen,” said Dr. McAlister sternly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. First, you are going to tell me your solution to the power problem. Then, one of you are going to give me a spare Brainwave. Or else I’ll call WDL Security and tell them exactly where you two little shits are.”

“Fuck off, James,” spat Phil. “My last Brainwave’s gone.”

“Yeah. Mine too,” Bruce added.

McAlister’s face fell. “You mean… neither of you…?”

There was a rumbling of voices from the street. Dr. McAlister turned.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled.

Through the open gate, the three scientists could now see a throng of women, angry, young women, marching up Trapper Blvd. These ladies were all thin and quite beautiful, even though their faces were all twisted with rage. They were looking up and down the street, peering between the fraternity houses as they moved.

“So those chicks would be the Omega Theta Theta sisterhood, I assume?” Bruce guessed.

The trio of scientists could also hear women’s voices and footfalls approaching from within the Zeta Pi house.

“I gotta go,” Dr. McAlister said fearfully.

“Me too,” Phil quickly agreed.

At that moment, a young woman in the Omega Theta crowd cried out, pointing through the Zeta Pi gate at Dr. McAlister. “There’s the shitbag!!!” she roared in fury.

The crowd of Omega Thetas turned into a mob on the spot. With vengeful battle-cries, they raced through the gate, stampeding across the lawn, straight toward the three men.

At the same time, the Zeta Pi front doors banged open. Fiftysome Zeta Pi women—all fully clothed—were now bearing down upon Bruce, Phil, and Dr. McAlister, vengeance in their eyes.

“Fuck!” shouted Bruce.

He turned and ran.

Phil and Dr. McAlister followed him.

And the horde of enraged sorority women followed them.