The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alice needed to get access to Katie’s computer. She wasn’t sure what she would find but access to whatever program was doing this was the only real plan she could come up with. There wasn’t much time to think of a more intricate one since “Katie 2” was already executing hers by the time she got back to the dorm.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked when she found Katie in her room. She was behind the desk and fiddling with the computer.

“Oh, hey girl! I just noticed the plug fell out of your computer or something, thought I’d fix it for you.” The face Katie was making said she wasn’t actually sure on how to reconnect it to the motherboard properly.

Alice relaxed a bit. Whatever this brainwashing did, Katie still had the intelligence of, well, Katie. That was nice to know. Trying to outsmart some sinister mind control system was kinda intimidating to think about, even with this newfound confidence of hers. Outsmarting Katie was a much simpler task.

“So, you busy tonight?” Katie asked. She stepped out of the room and leaned on the doorframe with a salacious look. “I was thinking of just staying in. A little partied out. Maybe we can watch a movie together?”

Alice was about to answer before she did a double-take at Katie’s outfit. Not only was it the skimpiest pair of shorts she’d ever seen, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I thought it looked cute on me!” Katie held her chest out to show off the anime artwork and unintentionally—no, that look in her eye said very intentionally—show off her chest. The shirt was a size too small so there was not a curve left up to the imagination. “The art is cool, maybe you wanna show me whatever show this is for?”

Alice knew for a fact Katie hated anime, she said so out loud when Sara gave the same shirt a compliment the other day. She also knew Katie would rather die than sit down to watch it with her. This was clearly her party girl logic of trying to be more appealing to a nerd like Alice so she’d want to sleep with her. It was honestly kinda pathetic.

While it probably wasn’t the way Katie intended, Alice did find it oddly arousing to see how much she changed just to get in her pants. How pathetic was she willing to act just to follow her orders?

How can I twist that to my advantage? Alice wasn’t sure where that last thought came from but it was quickly becoming a question too hot not to get answered.

“What’s with the change of pace?” Alice asked as casually as she could.

“Not sure what you mean,” Katie said.

“The party girl wants to stay in and watch tv with the girl destined to be a lonely crone. Somebody tell you that you were being too mean? This a pity party?” Alice knew the real answers, she just wanted to see how Katie would react.

“Yeah, I was kinda a bitch, wasn’t I? Like of course you aren’t going to go to parties, honestly they’re kinda lame on the whole.” Katie ran her hand along Alice’s cheek and then down her shoulder. “I thought I could learn from the best how to enjoy a night in.”

Alice was getting hotter by the second. She was letting this get too far, she needed to take charge. Katie was different but she was still clearly trying to be a top. Too bad the system didn’t change that part of her.

Or maybe it did. Alice tried to pretend her advances weren’t working, giving a playfully annoyed smirk. “This is pretty forward. I thought Sara was the one always trying to get in my pants.”

“Oh please, Sara is a dork who doesn’t know what she wants. She’s had more than enough time to try. Me, well, I know exactly what I want.” Katie’s hands were getting real close to exploring beneath Alice’s clothes. “And I think I might just take it now.”

“I don’t know, I think Sara might be more my type. I like submissive girls after all,” Alice said. It was a bit of a gamble but she was testing a theory.

It was like a switch was flipped. Katie’s eyes went hazy for just a moment as she processed this new information. Suddenly she wasn’t being so handsy, retreating with this uncharacteristic meekness. “I mean, I know I’m a bit much but there’s times I kinda like when another girl takes the reins.”

Alice got such a rush seeing her theory proved correct. She already held power over her addled roommate, she just needed to give her nudges in the right direction. This was going to be easier than she thought. “Yeah, I think I honestly only really like girls who are truly submissive. Like ones who’ll do anything a hot girl says just because she asked.”

“Oh. That’s…really interesting,” Katie said, the momentary haze happening again. She seemed unsure if she should move back or stay where she was, all the confidence abandoning her without her knowing why.

“Mhm. You know, you’re stretching my shirt out.” Alice held out her hand. “Give it to me.”

The old Katie might’ve told her to screw off, or perhaps even done it proudly like the party girl she was. This Katie looked like she was caught in a daydream, slowly pulling it up. Her tits spilled out as she wasn’t wearing a bra. Alice licked her lips but resisted the temptation. This wasn’t the goal, this was the reward.

Katie handed it over. She blushed at the looks Alice was giving her. “I guess I’ll…go change.”

Alice followed Katie into her room. The computer was on but it was on the lock screen. She’d still need the . “Actually, I think you look better topless.”

“What?” Katie turned around with a confused look.

“I said keep your tits out.” Alice smiled as Katie obediently closed her closet. “You know what kind of girls I really like? Dumb ones.”

“Dumb?” Katie asked, the intelligence already leaving her eyes.

“Mhm, real dumb. Not “silly party girl” kind of dumb, true empty-headed sluts. Girls who just stop thinking and listen to what pretty girls tell them to do.” Alice walked up to her and gave her tit a squeeze. “You just wanna listen to me, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah?” Katie said with a shudder. She almost looked entranced by her.

Alice did not relent. “Of course you do. I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who’s just a walking pair of tits, no thoughts in her head but the ones I put there. Is that you, Katie? Are you the girl I want?”

“I think so. I want to be.” Katie gave her such a desperate, yearning look. “Can I be?”

“Can you be what?” Alice asked, leaning in with an expectant look.

Katie started to drool as her empty head tried to come up with an answer. A dumb smile grew to pair with her empty eyes. “Just a pair of tits.”

“Good girl.” Alice squeezed her tits again as a reward, eliciting a delightful giggle from her. “If you’re just a pair of tits, then me doing this makes your brain go all fuzzy, doesn’t it?”

“Fuzzy,” Katie repeated. She giggled again as Alice guided her hands to her chest. She instinctually began to squeeze and fondle.

“That’s it, just play with those and feel all your thoughts get mushed into putty.” Alice led Katie to the bed and lightly pushed her to sit down.

Katie nodded, drooling as she continued to play with her tits. She started to look confused. “What…what am I doing again?”

“You’re emptying your silly little head until you’re just a pair of tits for me to own. Then you can be my pet and get fucked silly. You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Alice asked with a mock pout.

“Yes!” There was a burst of excitement from Katie that melted into giggling complacency. She jiggled her tits gleefully as if she was getting off it turning her brain to mush again. “Yes, please, fuck me.”

“Hmm, I think that should be “yes, mistress, please fuck me.” You need to address me properly if you’re going to be my pet,” Alice said firmly.

“Yes, mistress,” Katie said with a soft moan.

“Good girl.” Alice cupped her chin. “Now, before that brain gets too mushy, I need you to give me your computer’s .”

“?” Katie asked with a befuddled look. There was no concern or returning intelligence in her eyes. She just didn’t seem to grasp the relevance to how that would lead to her mistress fucking her. “Why?”

“Because I need it and you’re going to give it to me.” Alice slipped her hand into Katie’s panties and fingered her. Katie squirmed with delight, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she squeezed her tits harshly. “An empty-headed slut like you probably would forget it. It’s better to give to your mistress for safe keeping.”

Katie nodded dumbly in agreement. Her eyes were unfocused and almost starting to cross. “Yes, mistress. It’s Gucchi4Life, capital G and L, the number four.”

“Of course it is.” Alice savored the look on her mindfucked roommate’s face before giving her a light kiss and turning to the computer. Katie whined as she left. “I need to do something. Play with your tits and imagine how much you want me to fuck you. The more humiliating the ideas, the hornier you’ll get.”

“Yes, mistress.” Katie fell into a rhythm that Alice would almost call a trance, playing with her tits, drooling as her mind melted from the act, eyes focused on scenes only she could see play out.

Alice didn’t realize how fun it was being a dom. And she got so far just taking advantage of a sliver of her programming. She was going to have fun rewriting Katie once she figured out how the system worked. The party girl was going to be her personal fucktoy when this was all over.

The computer hum became stronger as Alice put in Katie’s . Or had it always been that strong when she came in here? Her head did seem to get fuzzier when she logged in. Wait, what’s this?

[ Slave 402-2 recognized. Initiating questionnaire ]

Alice tilted her head. This was Katie’s computer. Why was it doing a questionnaire? She should’ve been panicking but the haze in her head just left her confused. “Katie, I think the computer…wants you to do your questionnaire again.”

“No, that’s yours. I was worried I couldn’t fix your computer…loaded it up on mine…as a backup,” Katie said between moans. “You should…just do it…real quick. Then…then play with me. Please finish the survey so you can play with me, mistress.”

Alice did want to play with her new pet. She wanted to remake her into a true slave, a first of many. She just had to…finish the questionnaire? That was easy. Just a few questions. She already answered most of them before, it’ll be quick. Then Katie would be hers.

The hum of the machine mixed with Katie’s moans as Alice fell into a trance of typing. She couldn’t stop herself from filling out each question asked of her, every time she tried she’d hear her pet whining and the horny thoughts would take over. The idea she couldn’t play until this was done was already cemented as fact. If she didn’t finish the questionnaire, she didn’t get to fuck Katie. And so she kept going, kept listening, falling deeper into the rhythm of answering. It was even easier to do the second time around. It was easy to be a good girl. To not think. To just obey.

Deep down Alice was panicking—she’d perhaps even say enraged—at how she couldn’t bring herself to look away. That part of her wasn’t in control. The slave in her was obediently typing away. The slave that was like the one in Katie, that was in all women, the slaves that just need a Goddess to enlighten them to what they truly were. Playthings to be molded, good girls without thought, empty vessels drowning in constant pleasure for their obedience.

[ Please stare into the screen as a picture of Goddess is loaded. You will only see Goddess for three seconds. Seeing Goddess will make you cum your mind away and prime you for her to program you into a proper slave. ]

[ When you cum, Goddess will own you forever. ]

{ You will obey | Obedience is pleasure | Good girls don’t think | Good girls obey }

The anger within screamed one final time but the slave just smiled. She was ready to see her Goddess properly.

The screen flashed a pattern of colors. It was so mesmerizing, so mind melting that Alice went limp in her seat with a slack-jawed stare. It was like a magic eye picture as within the colors there was a figure she could see. A familiar woman, an unassuming nerdy girl with a devious smile standing proudly amongst a harem of her brainwashed classmates. She recognized some, Katie, Sara, Linda, some she only knew to be part of the school in ing, all were empty eyed and worshipping the commanding woman in the center.

Alice knew this woman. She knew this was her Goddess. She knew she would obey her till the day she died, that she was just a piece of property for her to use. And yet none of that compared to the main reason she knew her. It was because she was her.

The Goddess was Alice. That feeling within was cackling with a renewed triumph. Then the slave came as commanded, cementing she forever belonged to her, mind, body, and soul.