The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

And then, I am ushered into the Studio, a soundproof room with two big desks for Tuck and Bratt, complete with working computers and sound effect machines. Across them is a third desk with five chairs. I guess this is where their guests sit…?

Mary Louise, my deskmate, is already in one chair. She looks mildly nervous. As yesterday, she is topless. I wonder if I’ll ever see this girl in a shirt.

From the center of the room, there are long, robot arms with microphones. And one entire wall is nothing but glass. Behind it, I can see sound engineers working away at their machines. These guys are all middle-aged men. Although they are engrossed in their work, each pauses to give me and my body an appreciative stare.

Tuck enters, and he and Bratt lower themselves behind their desks. Immediately, they start activating machines and gizmos, while slapping on headphones. Its like watching combat pilots climb into their cockpits.

Mary Louise nudges me, indicating I’m to don headphones and grab a mike. Feeling a little blindsided, I meekly do so.

In my headphones, I can hear the show’s opening music playing. Heavy Metal. Ghastly Heavy Metal. Even Jesse, Frank, or Horace wouldn’t listen to this crap.

“Comin’ atcha LIVE, its the Bros Who Knows, the Bros Who Impose, the Bros None Oppose, the Bros Who Arose to Go As the Shows Goes, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s Tuck and Bratt in the PM!!!” a rapper’s deep, recorded voice proclaims. “Let’s y’all make some noise, homies…!!!”

Fake applause rises up, nearly drowning out the awful electric guitars. As both noises fade, Tuck and Bratt smoothly take over.

A LIVE sign lights up on the wall.

We’re on the air.

“What s’up, Braaaaaaatt?” Tuck exclaims.

“Yo yo yo yo yo Tuckman, Tuckmaster, Tuck Everlasting, Tuckasaurous!” booms Bratt. “Give up some love, y’all!”

More canned applause.

“What’s goin’ on today, bro?” Tuck drawls, already lighting another of those noxious black cigarettes.

“Oh watch me, brother, watch me,” picks up Bratt. “You see the news, dawg?”

The two immature shock jocks begin a summary of the news, which pretty much boils down to a one big, vile joke about how Hillary Clinton is PMS’ing, and that’s causing the free world to crash down around us in ruin. Its so offensive, I really wish I could leave.

But I can’t leave, for some weird reason. I glance at Mary Louise, who glances back at me. I can’t read her expression.

The bizarre thing is, Tuck and Bratt are freely conversing with one another… yet neither ever makes eye contact. Tuck smokes and surfs the web, while Bratt flips through dirty magazines, occasionally holding up a centerfold to show the men in the engineering booth. If you couldn’t hear what Tuck and Bratt were saying, you’d never guess they were talking to one another.

“Okay, enough with the messed-up world, yo,” Tuck announces, signaling the news summary is done. “What we got for playtime today, Bratt?”

“Glad you asked, brother,” replies Bratt, now grinning at Mary Louise and me. “We gots us two of our fine, fine ladies in the studio this morning, yo. Say ‘hello,’ Mary Louise.”

“Hello,” Mary Louise obediently says into her microphone.

“And,” sneers Bratt, now looking right at me, “ here is the newest hottie of our Tuck & Bratt Harem, Jessica. Say ‘what up,’ Jess.”

Aw Jeez, I think. Talk about being put on the spot.

Reluctantly, I quietly clear my throat. I say, “What up?”

“Oh mates, I wish you could see her,” Bratt leers. He proceeds to describe my body, and not in an artistic or medical way.

When he gets to my breasts, Tuck can’t help but jump in. “Oh, Jessica’s ta-ta’s are nice,” he assures the audience. “I felt ’em myself yesterday. How else you think she got the job?”

I feel my cheeks burning with humiliation. This is not how I pictured my career in broadcast media to go.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Bratt snaps, pretending to be jealous at his partner. “Now, let’s have a little fun with the girls, eh?”

Tuck pushes a button on his sound effects machine, which plays a clip of male voices chanting, “Boobs! Ass! Boobs! Ass! Boobs! Ass!”

“Now our regular listeners already know,” Bratt says lazily, “that we like to mind-screw with our ladies here at ‘Tuck and Bratt,’ right? So right now, both Jess and Mary Louise are under hypnosis, yo. They were zonked out before coming on the air, and now we’re gonna have some fun with them.”

Mary Louise and I look at one another in surprise. Hypnosis? What is that idiot talking about?

“Of course,” Bratt leers, looking directly at me, “both ladies have been hypnotized to forget they ever went under my spell, yo. In fact, they have been hypnotized to believe that can’t be hypnotized! On Jessica here, I used a rapid confusion technique. She never saw it coming. But I’m inside her mind now. Ain’t that right, ladies?”

This is ridiculous. Does Bratt think I’ll play along with this? I’ve had enough.

“I can’t be hypnotized, Bratt,” I say loudly and clearly into my mike.

“Uh-oh!” crows Tuck. “We have a disbeliever!”

“Seriously,” I insist. “I can’t be hypnotized. Just can’t happen.”

“What makes you so sure?” Bratt asks me.

Throwing the jerk a condescending look, I say, “Because I’ve never, ever—“

“Penis!” shouts Bratt.

My mind goes blank. I suddenly cry out, “I love cock!!! Cock-a-doodle DOOOOOO!!!” I crow just like a real rooster.

Tuck and Bratt double over in cruel laughter.

I pause, wondering if I just heard my own voice. I open my mouth to continue what I was saying-

“Penis!” interjects Tuck.

My mind flickers. “I love cock!!!” I yell out. ”Cock-a-doodle DOOOOOO!!!”

The boys guffaw louder.

This time, I was sure I said that… that… that embarrassing phrase. Ashamed, I clamp both hands over my mouth. Mary Louise looks at me with a mixture of horror and pity.

“Okay… okay…” Bratt gasps, coming off his belly-laughs. “One more time, Jessica. You were saying?”

I slowly withdraw my hands, determined not to-

“Penis!” cries Bratt.

“I love cock!!!” I shout. ”Cock-a-doodle DOOOOOO!!!”

The boys bust a gut. The engineers are laughing too.

I shrink down in my chair, wishing I could vanish.

You know that dream where you’re naked in high school and everyone’s pointing and laughing at you? This is so much worse.

“Ahhhh… man,” Tuck sighs, wiping his eyes. “You bros out there should see Jess’s face when we trigger her. Its like, you can see her expression go blank and then she has to obey us! Classic…!”

“You want to add to this, Mary Louise?” sneers Bratt.

But before my deskmate can respond, Bratt yells out, “Pussy!”

Mary Louise’s eyes momentarily glaze over. “I love pussy!!!” she yelps. “MEEEEEEEOOOOW!!!”

Angry, I snap, “Oh, real mature—“

“Penis!”

“I love cock!!! Cock-a-doodle DOOOOOO!!!”

The two assholes trigger Mary Louise and me for another ten minutes, cruelly springing their commands when we are trying to argue with them. No matter how hard I try, I can’t resist yelling out my phrase every time I hear ‘penis.’ Its like either jerk says it, and I have no control over my lips for three seconds.

“Okay…” wheezes Tuck, holding his sides. “Okay, that’s enough. Bro, what else you got?”

“Mary Louise, SLEEP!” orders Bratt.

To my amazement, Mary Louise closes her eyes and drops lifeless onto the desk before us. She appears to be out cold.

“Mary Louise, on the count of three, you’ll awaken, and believe that you are a raging lesbian,” Bratt orders. “You’ll see Jess here, and you just can’t help yourself but to get into her pants.”

“Hey,” I say sharply. “That’s not going to work on—“

“SLEEP!” Bratt yells at me.

I feel the urge to… well, I’m not sure, but I think my eyes closed for a second.

The sensation passes almost immediately. I sit up.

“That’s not going to work on me,” I tell Bratt firmly.

“Okay,” the radio host says, quite reasonably. He leans back in his chair, grinning like crazy.

I hesitate. Why is the asshole now being so aggregable? And why-

I happen to glance at Mary Louise… and my heart soars. Oh! My! God! That girl…!

That girl is gorgeous!

I’m strictly dickly, you understand. Even in my college years, I haven’t been tempted to try dating a woman. But now… gazing upon this sex goddess Mary Louise… I wonder how I ever could have looked at men.

Oh my God, this girl is smoking hot! I stare at her beautiful face, her deep eyes, her high cheekbones, her cute little chin… and those breasts. Oh, sweet mother! Those gorgeous, life-giving breasts!

“You’re beautiful,” I gasp to Mary Louise.

“No,” she shakes her head, gazing back at me. “You’re… so perfect.”

She wants me? My heart leaps.

Ignoring the men’s harsh laughter, I tear off my headphones and then my shirt and bra. I want Mary Louise to fondle me, to stroke me, to explore every inch of my womanly body. I want her fingers, and then her lips, and then her tongue to taste me, from head to toe. My God… how I want her.

I leap forward, and Mary Louise and I kiss, our teeth nearly clinking into one another. Oh, her lips are warm and hot! I suck at her like a woman emerging from the desert and encountering a sliced watermelon.

At the same time, I feel Mary Louise come alive and kiss me. Her hands are cupping my breasts; I’m pressing against her, gripping the back of her head with both hands.

We kiss wildly for… oh, I don’t know. I’m so happy, and I’m so horny for this woman. The more I kiss her, the more I feel her naked skin against mine… the more I want to cum with her. The excitement is building between my legs.

I want her.

Trying not to break our out-of-control kiss, I shakily stand, fumbling at my zipper. The men whoop with delight as I undo my jean shorts, and push both pants and panties down. Mary Louise pulls back, only to gape in wonder at my nude body. I’m proud of how I look naked; I’m glad she’s-

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Tuck yells, delighted. “Dude, turn them off!”

Bratt is shouting something, something I don’t care about. I only want to feel Mary Louise’s fingers inside my-

Suddenly I hear Bratt’s fingers snap.

My thoughts instantly drop. My arms and legs lose all energy, and I tumble down to the floor. By a miracle, I land gracefully. Soon, I am lying peacefully, my body asleep, my eyes closed. I can hear, but that’s all. At the same time, I feel calm and euphoric. I haven’t a care in the world.

“Oh my god, bros!” I hear Tuck exclaim. “Oh man, we’ve got to install an Internet camera in here. You dudes out there, you have no idea what just happened!”

“So, earlier I put the whammy on Jessica and Mary Louise, right?” explains Bratt. “I told them they were lesbians, and bam! Those two ho’s were taking off clothes and snogging each other like nutzo!”

“I’m hard, bro,” Tuck says.

“Too much info, dude,” replied Bratt. “But, yeah, me too.”

“I’m getting a signal from the booth,” announces Tuck. “We gotta take a commercial. When we come back, we’re gonna mess with our hypnotized ladies some more.”

“You will go no-where, bros,” Bratt intones solemnly, as if the audience is hypnotized. The heavy metal music comes back on.

“…and, we’re off,” I hear an engineer say through the speakers.

Immediately, Tuck and Bratt high five. “Oh shit, dude!!!” Tuck crows. “Where did we find this Jessica chick? She can’t resist anything you tell her!”

“We’re gonna make a fortune off her,” agrees Bratt. “Hey… Can I grab her now? Can you do the next segment on your own?”

“Dude,” his partner says, no longer sounding jovial. “You serious? You want to go off and bone her now? While we’re on the air? For fucking real?”

“You owe me,” argues Bratt.

“Oh, come the fuck on,” Tuck retaliates, and I can tell he’s angry. “Keep your dick in your pants for, like, two more hours, okay? You have one fucking job on this Earth, that’s to do this fucking show and make sure the sponsors are happy. You don’t get to hop out to get your dick sucked in the middle of a fucking broadcast!”

“I hypnotized her,” boasts Bratt. “I’ll do what I want—“

“Asshole,” hisses Tuck. “The rating are down, remember? Way down. You remember what those finance people said, right?”

Bratt is silent.

“We can’t be fucking around on-air no more,” Tuck says. “We need to stay focused on making this show raw and outrageous and sexy.” A pause. “Now, what else can you make these bitches do?”

Five minutes later, Mary Louise and I are seated in our chairs, wide awake again, both completely naked. We are completely convinced that we are famous sex experts, cheerfully advising our callers to do all sorts of filthy things in the bedroom.

Then Bratt tells us something else, and we are no longer sex experts. But we are suddenly madly, hopelessly, helplessly in love with Tuck and Bratt. Mary Louise is smitten with Tuck, and I… I am just gaga for that handsome, sexy, wonderful Bratt. Ah, Bratt. You look so cute, so studly… I wish so much I could crawl under the table and put your cock in my mouth, just to show up how much I love you.

I love you, so deeply, so completely, so utterly. I hope I never leave your sight. There’s got to be a way for the both of us to be together forever…

I’m vaguely aware that Tuck is interviewing me about my feelings for wonderful Bratt. I can only sigh happily and… Ah… Bratt…

Then… something happens, I’m not sure what… and today’s show seems to be over. Bratt tells Mary Louise and me to go back to sleep, and we do so instantly.

“…and we’re out. That’s a show,” the engineer announces.

I hear Tuck and Bratt toss aside their headphones. “Okay, now can I go bone Jessica?” Bratt asks his partner, his voice thick with resentment.

“Dude,” Tuck protests, annoyed. “We have the staff meeting for tomorrow’s—“

“Oh fuck the staff meeting,” Bratt snaps. “I was good, I behaved myself in today’s show. I want my reward.”

Tuck lets out a long, exasperated breath. “Fine,” he allows, but he doesn’t sound happy. “But I want you to program Mary Louise to suck me off now.”

“Whatevs,” says the other host, sounding like a sullen teenager.

I hear sneakers approaching me, and then a hand touches my shoulder.

“Jessica,” Bratt tells me, speaking firmly and clearly. “When you next awaken, you will forget being hypnotized. You will forget all the crazy shit you just did on today’s show. In fact, you’ll be completely convinced you have never been hypnotized. Nod your head once if you understand.”

I let my head bob up and down, once.

“Good,” says my hypnotist. “One more thing… When you open your eyes, you are a billion percent convinced that I am your master. Your sexual master. You will be eager and willing to do anything, anything to please me. You. Are. My. Slave.”

Despite my extreme relaxation, some part of my mind tenses at these words. Hypnotized? Master? Slave? No, that can’t be… I can’t become some bubble-headed sex slave for this-

“When I count to five,” Bratt commands me, “you will awaken, forgetting but obeying all my commands. Ready?”

While my body and mind is wrapped in this peaceful, submissive slumber and is totally happy to do whatever Bratt wants of me, a small corner of my thoughts grow alarmed. A slave?!? I don’t want to be a slave to this asshole!

“One… two…” Bratt counts up.

I have to remember, I think desperately. I’ve been hypnotized, I can’t let Bratt’s suggestions...