The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hullo, Miss Bent. May I have a moment? I do understand you are on holiday.” Even in the broad-rim fedora, sunglasses, and white suit, the man did not belong on the Kashfan beach. He was too well dressed, and he definitely was not Kashfan.

It was also a nude beach.

Miss Theodora Bent did not look up from her book or react. She did, after a few moments, turn the page.

The polite intruder glanced around. No one was paying much attention to the slender gent attempting to interrupt the bookish petite lady. He pinched his tro creases to tug them higher to better squat and get the full view of Miss Bent’s face under the group-sized beach umbrella.

He smiled. “I work for Dr. Anton Grechekko. He would like to hire you as soon as possible. A very weighty consultation. A delicate matter; lives are at stake.”

Bent lifted a small hand to her white bangs to shade her eyes from the beach glare. She stared at his dark glasses. “You know things. Such as who you work for, how much they trust you with delicate matters, how to be very polite on a nude beach while overdressed, and that you have interrupted my holiday. None of this overly fascinates me. Please go away.”

She returned to her book.

He took a moment to study her bland expression, read the book title, and examine her body from bangs to toes.

He had dug into Bent’s reputation. Bent was forty-nine and, thirty years ago, had been a gold medal fencer for five straight world tours. In his opinion, her sleek naked body promised she could kick his ass. He sighed. Straightened.

He left. Dr. G would not be happy.

Miss Theodora Bent had a lovely shrimp dinner and was enjoying a Caledon roast coffee with brandy.

Dr. Anton Grechekko stopped at her table. He bowed. “Miss Bent. I need help. Your repu—”

Bent sighed and interrupted with the question, “Have you talked to the authorities?”

Grechekko leaned into his cane and put a hand on the empty chairback. “Yes. They have no leads. They put three teams on finding them. It is a week plus now. They could be on a ship for anywhere at all.”

“They are not. Have you access to other rural properties? A farm in Kashfa they could hide snug?”

“No.” Grechekko leaned in. “Why would they not run on the trade routes? The Commissioner told me ships are how all lovers defy their families.”

“Why did you deny your niece her courtship? How old is she?” Bent sipped coffee.

“Aeilla is nineteen. The boy has no prospects.”

“She is of legal age, traditionally fifteen in Kashfa. I’m sure you know this. What does the boy promise for ? You have not told me why you opposed this. I am surprised the authorities promised to be diligent. You have no legal complaint.” Bent gave him a heartless smile.

Grechekko bristled. “She has a fortune. He is a performer, third tier. He works two jobs. He’s only an actor but has vanished with her. A fool.”

Bent sighed. “Resign yourself. They have outwitted you. You played your hand badly.”

“Your reputation is exaggerated, I see. I could pay you better than most.” His voice rose, and Dr. Grechekko paled with suppressed anger.

“I am on holiday. You are a braggart, and I have already solved your case. Good day, Dr. Grechekko.” Bent crossed her legs and sipped coffee.

He saw he was dismissed.

Grechekko stomped his cane on the floor. “Bitch! At least tell the authorities what you know so I can sleep at night.”

Bent made no reaction, except that her pose radiated that he no longer existed.

He shook the cane at her once and stalked from the hotel dining room.

“Andy, how many trysts do you have going this week?” Bent spoke from the curricle seat to her driver.

“Miss Bent, is this question for amusement or are you trying to ruin my holiday?” Andy kept eyes on the street crowds.

“Fine, don’t tell me. I have someone I want you to seduce. I feel that does not interfere with your holiday plans? Seduction is entertainment, yes?”

Andy chuckled and slowly shook a negative. Trouble. No denying it.

Bent nodded yes. “Be quick about it, Andy. Lives may depend.”

“I’ll need a name, Miss Bent. A sketch? Customary. What lucky girl this time and what am I supposed to ask her?”

“Fellow on the gray mare following us. White suit. Fedora. Stop here. I’ll be back in twenty. Get acquainted. Find out his name and where the rough fellows get lucky and drop tros. Oh. And what hotel Dr. Grechekko is at. Odds are it is the Burton House.” Miss Bent stepped down and walked into a crowded bookshop.

Bent returned as promised.

Andy glared at Miss Bent. “I’m out of practice. I failed to seduce, but I did get the information.”

“As expected,” Bent replied. “Next stop, the Parliament House. Onward.”

Later that night.

Miss Bent showed a silver card, with an engraved radiant eye, to the two men at the heavy black door. Music came from inside the house.

The taller man shrugged. “Haven’t seen you here before. Get lost.”

“Mr. Foulket will want to speak to me. this card inside. I’ll wait.”

“He don’t see dames here. Especially dames in pants. Move along.”

Bent held the card up in the lantern light. “What if I added twenty crowns to your pockets?” She twirled the bright silver card back and forth, rolling between three fingers.

And when she knew their exact focus, the bright card, she found that image inside their heads. She slipped into their routine, their trust. She mauled their will.

“Diligent men. Dependable. Thank the gods for men like you. Well done.” Bent stepped past them and dropped coins in their pockets. They did not blink.

They did not .

Inside, she went upstairs immediately, past the parlor carousing.

Others strolled the soft-lit corridors. None would meet her eyes. They never did in such a place. She walked past them on her own business, wearing the style suit they all wore, the stride of purpose they all recognized as their mutual secret.

Bent listened at each door for a few moments. Moved on. Finally, with no more doors, she climbed the stairs to the pricey floor.

She found the right tenor at the seventh door. She checked the corridor both ways and opened the door.

Stepped inside—dim pink light. Lace petticoats were thrown over the head of the figure face down on the bed. The thrusting man had only pushed his tros down, not taken them off. No one looked up.

Bent stepped up behind him. Both voices were chanting the rhythm of ‘deeper.’ Bent reached a gloved hand around and crushed a capsule in the thruster’s face. A soft cloud of grey mist rose around his head.

He gasped and thrust like a rabbit.

“Quick now. Almost there. Finish! So good.” Bent whispered, “Night, night.”

The fellow slid sideways and jizzed on the bare ass and stocking’d legs bent over the disarrayed sheets.

“Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.” The faint chant continued from the face in the bed linens.

Bent squeezed a shoulder. Pulled down the petticoats. “Right. Let’s come up for air. He’s done. Sit up now. What’s your name?”

A groan and shudder answered. Slowly the whore rolled over. “Fucking Mary. Fucking. Mary.”

Bent nodded. “Here, Mary.” Bent dropped a dozen silver marks on the bed. “Good job. Party a few blocks from here. Gather that money. Come with me. You’re the best I hear.” Bent levered the sex drunk into a sitting position.

“Love cock. Such a sweet hot ass. Fuck my ass. You’ll like Mary.” Sleepy voice. Tranced on cock.

Bent stood, pulling Mary up. “Arm around my shoulder. Hug tight. Down the stairs and off to party. You can do it easy.”

“Love cock. Easy.” Giggled.

“That’s my Mary. Here we go now.” Bent juggled the taller Mary out the door and found the stairs. Kept a low chatter of bawdy jokes and face pinches going as they slowed on the stairs.

Then down the second staircase. Mary started to seem more awake.

The front door. Busy. Good.

“Helluva night. Thanks all. “ Out the door. Into the street. Mostly broken streetlights in this neighborhood. Or purposely busted.

Bent whistled—three shorts.

“Sorry, Mary. Didn’t have time to find your shoes. Lean on me. Good job. Here we go.”

Andy arrived out of the dark with the curricle. “Oh, sad, she’s a right mess. Bad wig, too.”

Bent pushed and maneuvered and with Andy’s longer reach got Mary in the carriage.

“Slow romance speed now, Gorham Park, my Andy. I need some time under the dark trees.” Bent massaged awake Mary’s makeup-smeared face.

“Slow it is then,” Andy jiggled the reins. They rolled uptown.

They had hours of night under the trees.

Bent ed the active fire opal girasol ring into Mary’s line of sight whenever the panic kicked up. “You’re doing well. So he agreed to sponsor the play. But the twist was he wanted you to take the female lead.” Bent spoke softly.

“I told him. I would do anything for Aeilla. Of course I would star.”

“So you read the script. He showed you his ring. The red opal. It would help you make the part your winning achievement. You fell into the part.”

Mary sighed. “My part. Recognition. For Aeilla.”

Bent gently agreed, “Of course. But it wasn’t a play. You’ve been trapped. You agreed. Your name isn’t Mary. You are an actor playing Mary. Aeilla is all right for now, but she’s under a hard trance also.”

The slender man looked hard at Bent. “My name is Mary. Who are you? Where is Aeilla? We must save her.”

Bent ed the glowing fire opal in front of his eyes. “A script. A play. He helped you memorize your part. And then left you in the play. You’ve been Mary for over a week now. Tell me the name of the actor playing Mary.”

His gaze clouded. “Love cock. Such a sweet hot ass. Fuck my ass. You’ll like Mary.” He rubbed his hard cock.

Bent sighed, “Go deep, Mary. Keep floating. You are tangled in shadows. Try to find the light. Look for Aeilla. Calm your heart. Sleep.”

The young man slumped.

Andy whispered, “Tell him his name?”

Bent leaned to the driver’s ear. “If I shock him back, he could end up as two people who don’t like each other. Or he feels he betrayed Aeilla and is no longer worthy. You cannot predict what young men will do to save their ego. And we need him to put the whore role in perspective. Suicide does not help Aeilla.”

Andy muttered, “Aeilla is still under Grechekko’s control. That scares me.”

Bent whispered, “Dr. Grechekko may know mesmerism, but he is no sorcerer. We face him with the authorities. This first rescue sets up the next.”

A week later.

“Emil. My name is Emil. Emil Fucking Mary.” He sobbed. “I’m a whore. I love cock. Fuck my ass. What have I done?”

Bent smiled mercilessly. She lowered the fire opal. “Good. Actor. Whore. Are they not much the same? Emil, attend. Your fiancée is in serious trouble. The Doctor has her tranced to be compliant. The authorities are chasing false leads of your elopement. I don’t think he intends to hurt her, but he has the option since everyone thinks you two left the country. Will you help me rescue her? Write down everything he did and sign it as a complaint charge of civil rape against Dr. Grechekko. My driver will witness it and take it directly to the authorities.”

“Anything for Aeilla. But how can I face her after I’ve ruined myself? She cannot marry a whore! I enjoyed playing the submissive tart. Still thinking about cock.” Tears spilled down his face.

“Acting. That’s how. Read this script I wrote.” Bent put the pages in front of him.

Emil wiped his face. Blew his nose. He read the handwritten sheets. His fingers trembled. He read all the pages. Then reread the last two. He looked aghast at Miss Theodora Bent. “Is this possible? You wrote this? You are a sick fuck…”

Bent nodded coldly, “Obviously. Let’s begin. If you love Aeilla.”

A week later.

Three carriages and a confinement wagon arrived at Burton House. A squad of city guard formed up to block all exits from the hotel.

Major Tinns entered the men’s parlor where blue smoke drifted. Men glanced up from newspapers and cigars.

Major Tinns walked through the stares. Miss Bent, along with a slender androgynous figure in powders and silk dress, followed primly.

Tinns stopped and gestured at Dr. Grechekko. “Emil Fucking Mary. Is this the man who raped you as sworn before the queen’s officers?”

The willowy, powdered man in a new long wig and fancy dress put handkerchief to nose and sobbed, “Yes, Major.”

Gossip and chatter began immediately in the room.

Grechekko stood and held up his hand, “Everyone stop!” His gold ring had a large fire opal.

There was a breath of pause.

Major Tinns reached and snapped a cuff on the raised wrist. He pulled Grechekko’s wrist down and behind his back. The second wrist was cuffed.

“As you expected, Miss Bent,” Major Tinns said lightly, “Additional charges: resisting arrest, foul assault on the Queen’s officers. Thank you for your assistance. Let’s go, Doctor.”

They moved out, leaving behind the scandal mutters and gossip.

Miss Bent retrieved the doctor’s cane from the side table.

Emil stepped close. ”But we—”

“Patience,” Bent squeezed his white-gloved hand. “I shall buy you a drink. You look lovely this morning. Much better.”

Emil sighed, “Thank you. Pity that I am a freak.”

The bar was empty. They found a quiet booth behind fronds.

Bent toasted Emil. “You were good. Thank you for trusting me. It will be important to you confronted him. Later. You will not have to be at trial. Major Tinns can testify on your behalf since you identified him in person.”

Emil clinked his glass. “Good. I feel entirely too aroused in public with you.”

A shadow motion interrupted them.

“How interesting. My hand is so fascinating,” said the figure sliding into the seat next to Emil. The white fedora and sunglasses were unnecessary in the gloomy bar. “Look deeply. The ring holds your mind.”

Indeed. Bent and Emil stared at the flaring fire opal ring. It was pulsing for them. The fire grew larger and spun powerful.

The white-suited young man chuckled. “Drink up. Drink more. I would have gotten rid of wicked Uncle myself, but this is better. Emil, you do look lovely. I’m impressed.”

They drank quickly with blank faces.

“Bartender, bring the bottle and then be scarce. We have private business to discuss.”

Alic smiled. “Even more submissive now. No will but mine. So pliable. So aroused. No idea how to resist. Drink again.”

Those caught in fire daze downed another drink.

“Five should be enough. You are very drunk, very aroused now. You love me. I am bold and cruel. I am a man’s man. You adore my big cock.”

“...adore big cock,” they murmured. Emil nodded. He had tears in his eyes.

“Love my dominance. Love my cock. Love being my submissive servants. Don’t you? You adore me.”

They nodded. “Love. Adore.”

“So, Miss Bent, not quite the fierce brain now. The consultant who never fails. Ha! Though I it you are not predictable.” He chuckled. “I switched out my uncle’s ring over a week ago. But alas, before that he remade my mind over so male and bold. To banish Emil, he forced me to this cruel humor. No heart for me. Ever. And I like being a cruel man. I never realized how sad being a woman was. Cruelty is divine.”

Bent smiled in a daze. “Aeilla, you do realize it is a trap, you are still a young woman. Your mind is tangled in pretty shadows.”

Alic laughed. “Yes. I don’t care. I am free at so many levels. I can keep Emil entranced. Emil, you will be my maid and lover. And you, Theodora. You’re rich. Respected. But now tell me your fear. Tell me how vulnerable you are.”

Bent paled. “I fear myself. I am a monster.” She answered, and she shut her mouth.

Alic leaned forward. “And Aeilla would have been terrified of you, but I am not. I have a room upstairs. I am going to fuck you both and addict you to my cock. Come along, my grotesques.”

Alic fucked Bent’s mouth while holding the fire opal in front of her eyes. Bent fingered herself on command and loved the cock.

Five times. Theodora orgasmed as a puppet.

It was a good cock-harness that Alic wore. And Bent found the strong, submissive love of having her face fucked fast or slow. Alic’s wonderful big cock.

Loved having an audience. Loved serving the master.

Alic wiped the wet cock on Theodora’s hot mouth. She showed the fire opal. “Just seeing my cock makes you want to come for me.”

Theodora gasped. “Yes. It does.”

“Emil. Fuck Theodora’s ass for me. She wants to cum.” Alic laughed.

Emil cringed. He was so hard from watching. “Yes, Mr. Alic. I will fuck her ass for you.”

Alic smiled, “And the longer you fuck her ass, the longer I fuck yours, Mary. Make her cum lots.”

Emil Mary’s cock throbbed with ion. “Yes, Mr. Alic. Right away, sir.”

Mary pulled the smaller Bent into position. Mary’s hot cock slicked Bent’s asshole with pre-cum. Then slid in. So hot. So obedient. Love Master Alic. Love cock. Love Aeilla.

Alic watched with lusty cruel delight.

“Now would be perfect, Andy,” Bent said, feeling close to cumming.

The bedroom closet opened quickly, and Andy reached for Grechekko’s sword cane positioned on the chair with Bent’s clothes. Right where it was supposed to be.

Andy drew the sword smoothly and set the point in Alic’s left ear. “Do not move. I have you at a serious disadvantage, little lady.”

Alic gave a short feminine scream of shock and stilled. He/she trembled. A tiny trickle of blood seeped down his/her neck. “No. How? I’ll be damned.”

Alic started to cry.

Emil Mary asked Bent, “Should I stop? I don’t want to stop.” His thrusts sped up. He repositioned his grip on Bent’s hips.

Bent hissed. “Don’t stop. Idiot man.”

Everyone watched the fucking until Emil Mary orgasmed. He filled Miss Bent with his pent-up cum.

Bent laughed. “A bit quick, but nicely done, Emil. Thank you.” Bent disengaged, rolled over, and sat up. She held up her hand. Her fire opal flared.

Alic groaned with wide eyes. “Yesss. I must work for Dr. Anton Grechekko.

I love being cruel. I love my fortune. Emil is a whore. I am a man now. A man’s man. I don’t need Emil. I love pussy. I am bold and cruel and free of Emil. My identity is Alic. Aeilla is a weak, ungrateful bitch. I cannot be Aeilla.”

Bent stood. She stepped to Alic. Somehow, with her free hand alone, she pulled the gold ring off Alic’s limp finger. “My fee, master. Thank you, Alic. Now sit on the bed. We need to talk through this mess.”

Alic moved and sat on the bed. Still weeping. Emil Mary moved on the bed behind her and kissed Alic on the back of her neck gently. Emil was weeping as well.

Alic muttered, “I don’t need Emil.”

“Yet,” Bent said softly, “your nipples just crowned from a single kiss and you wanted Mary as your maid/whore. So let’s talk.”

It was a fine nude beach. A breezy sunny dawn.

Only a few dedicated morning swimmers dotted the beach. Testing themselves, day by day.

Miss Theodora Bent did not look up from her book or react when Andy handed her a refilled champagne flute. She sipped. She read.

Andy sipped champagne. “Nice day. I am a bit peeved with you, Miss Bent.”

“Hardly. You are amused. Irritated perhaps. You have questions.”

Andy said, “I think I have most of it worked out. Aeilla has the family fortune. Grechekko had lost legal control but dosed her regularly with compliant mesmerism. And then Emil fucked everything up. Love happened. But you knew Alic was Aeilla that first day. Sunglasses hiding the violet eyes. No Adam’s apple. And all the puzzle pieces that Grechekko gave you with that public scene. While he tried to use your reputation to confirm his anxiety alibi over the missing lovers.”

Andy asked, “Where did the Doc get the fire opal? Part of the estate?”

Bent kept reading. “No. Stolen. Decades ago. Like mine. The Imperial Khan only fashioned five of them. Grechekko should have worn gloves when he approached me in the dining room. Mistake to wear it plain on his right hand. But my opal has a darker red when not active and I’m used to making light of my left hand. He wasn’t bright, just ruthless.”

Andy looked stiff with regret. “The doctor sure did a mind fuck on the lovers. You could have offered to treat them.”

Now Bent looked at her driver and lover. Made a point of iring Andromeda from toes to tits. The scars and the trained martial power of that fine body soothed her. She chuckled. “Oh, you fine naked knight. Me? Me, treat them? Fox guarding the henhouse, don’t you think? I told Alic he should get professional help. Even so, they’ll be awkwardly happy. A manly man in love with his phantom cock and the submissive maid sissy who needs her ass pounded. They did no crime there. Unless I press charges for assault and rape.”

Theodora shrugged. Obviously not. It was Bent’s script that jailed the doctor and revealed and trapped Alic.

Andy didn’t respond to the bait. “And now the rogue sorcerer has a girasol on both hands. The world should tremble.”

Theodora put the book down on a towel. She looked at Andy studying the ocean. “Rumored ex-sorcerer. You aren’t trembling, my love. You know me better than the world does. No tremble? So why are you peeved? You should fear me.”

Andy smiled but did not look at her. “I do. Anyone who meets you learns to fear you, Theodora. But I’m peeved. You promised a holiday. And once again...”

Bent blushed. “Oh. Right. Once again, a broken promise. I am quite bad at promises. It may be a character flaw. You are my friend. Tell me, am I a bad person? Or just careless with promises?”

Andy met her gaze. “A true friend never dwells on your flaws, love. Tell me this. What is the law regarding sex on a nude beach in daylight?”

“Totally illegal,” Bent smiled.

“Well.” Andy grinned, “Please add it to your list of crimes.” Andy took Theodora’s hand and kissed a finger.

So the list grew longer. Inevitably.

Bent was something of a monster.