The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Yo! Sleeping beauty has awakened! Everyone, this is Jamie,” Trevor laughed.

Cat’s face broke into a smile when she saw Jamie Grace waddling into the kitchen. She had bags under her bloodshot eyes, her hair hung limp and greasy, and her little thong didn’t begin to cover the stubble of her crotch. The ‘day zero’ cocktail of drugs was clearly effective; the microchips Charlie had implanted in Jamie’s cranium were ing as a splitting headache. Cat ed that feeling from her first morning at the compound. That was years ago, before Cat became Charlie’s indispensable bimbo whisperer.

Charlie was working on three other girls right now, and they were all having breakfast with Cat, as they did every morning.

“Jamie, these are the twins, Tammy and Sandy.” Trevor said, pointing to the blondes. Tammy and Sandy smiled and giggled. They were identical, gorgeous, platinum pixies. They couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds each.

“And this is Anjelica, but we call her Jelly,” Trevor motioned for Jamie to sit next to the black girl. Anjelica had friendly, dark eyes and finely braided hair down to her enormous ass.

“Hey, Jamie,” Jelly said, “come on and sit down here! Looks like I’ve finally got some competition. You’re as thick as a thief!”

Jamie hissed as her skin touched the cold metal chair. She put her bottle of rum down on the table.

“Looks like I might have a drinking buddy too! Tammy and Sandy are lightweights,” Jelly said.

“We’re Mormons!” Tammy and Sandy said in unison, giggling.

Jamie squinted in the morning sun. Cat handed Jamie a pair of oversized sunglasses. She fumbled as she put them on and then rested her chin on her hands. Jamie stared vacantly at the table, loaded with fresh fruit, yogurt, pancakes, bacon, eggs, potatoes. Jamie gagged slightly.

“Should I cut up a little breakfast?” Cat revealed a tray of cocaine. It was laced with behavioral modifiers, sexual stimulants, and some other special compounds. It was their standard morning mix. The girls all groaned in anticipation.

“Jamie Doll’s the new girl so she gets the first line.”

“Only Charlie calls me ‘Jamie Doll’” Jamie said, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, that must be where I heard it,” Cat said ing her the tray of powder.

Jamie she snorted a line. When she brought her head back up, she looked visibly healthier. The drugs worked quickly and the changes they created were quite permanent.

“Cat, what happened to my clothes?” Jamie asked, fingers massaging her jaw.

“Oh, well, we threw them out” Cat said, “We found bedbugs in your luggage.”

Jamie’s face blanched as Jelly slid her seat away. The Twins giggled.

“We’ll replace everything of course. We left some clothes down in your bedroom. But you found a swimsuit! Do you want to lounge by the pool today?”

“I might need to get back. My apartment was trashed and my landlord seemed, like, furious. Do you know where Charlie is?” Jamie asked.

“He’ll be back in a day or two. You should stay, Jamie Doll. Have a little fun!” Cat said as the cocaine reached Jamie again. Jamie thought about it for just a second longer than Cat would have liked… and then Jamie leaned her head down and snorted. Jamie stood up and leaned over to spoon some fruit onto her plate. Her fleshy belly pressed against the table.

“What’s ‘CRAG’ mean?” Jelly asked. Jamie’s fat ass was right in Jelly’s face.

“Ugh, it’s my shitty ex-boyfriend’s name. We got drunk one night and he tattooed it on me. I’ve been saving to have it removed.”

Jamie turned and gave the table a full view of her huge, fat ass, pocked with cellulite. In big, poorly drawn letters, there it was: CRAG.

Jelly stood up, wiping coke residue off her nose. “I used to have two names and a tiger tattooed on my ass,” Jelly said. “Trevor removed ’em.” Jelly slipped her robe off nonchalantly. She was totally naked, revealing beautiful, dark skin. No tattoos, no cellulite, no stretch marks even. Just a huge, jiggly ass, flaring out of a toned waist.

Charlie had done exceptional work on her so far, Cat thought to herself. Jelly had perky B Cups, which Jelly cupped proudly. Jelly’s waist was a tight 24 inches, but her hips measured 50 inches. Her ass was mouthwatering perfection. She had thick, beautiful thighs that tapered down into slender calves. Her pussy was very discreet.

“I’m only hauling junk, no baggage,” Jelly winked at Jamie and did a playful twerk. Her ass rippled and clapped hypnotically. Jamie hooted and gave Jelly a light spank, then Jamie started twerking along, singing some hip-hop song that Cat didn’t know, dancing in time like they were old friends. One of Jamie’s tits flopped out of her tiny bikini.

God, Jamie really had awful tits, Cat smirked. The tops were flat, the bottoms wide and her areola were distended. A spider web of stretch marks ran from her armpits across her chest. Jamie scooped her breast back into its tiny triangle of fabric with a “whoops.” Still dancing, Jamie poured everyone a shot of rum, Cat included.

Cat begrudgingly accepted that there was something to this poor, little rich whore. Even with her wrecked body and dumb tattoos, she had the confidence of a great beauty. Cat clinked glasses with everyone else and drank.

And then Cat saw it—she caught Jamie staring daggers at her as she put her glass down. For a flash, the glib Holly-go-lightly was gone. Jamie had the look of a coldhearted bitch sizing up a rival. There you are, you conniving skank. Under the charm, you’re a greedy little cocksucker. It was time to push this forward.

“Jamie, do you want to deal with that tattoo?” Cat asked, “Before you leave, I mean?”

“She doesn’t have to leave? Right? Jamie, you’re not leaving right when we’re gonna have some fun!?” Jelly said.

Jamie winced, touching her head. She looked like she might barf.

“Why don’t I show you where you can change into some clothes,” Cat yawned. “Then we can make some decisions,” Cat stretched, her robe fell open revealing her big breasts and smooth tummy.

Jamie scowled.

Cat smiled.

Cat strutted out of the elevator in her four-inch wedge sandals. The silk robe was open, flowing behind her. Jamie waddled next to her.

Jamie stared Cat’s flawless tits; Cat caught her staring.

“You want to touch?” Cat asked.

Jamie smiled sheepishly, as she reached out and squeezed one of Cat’s big F-Cups. Cat groaned and then both of them laughed that she’d groaned.

“Oh my god, your boobs are real… I thought for sure you had implants!” Jamie marveled.

“All natural, but enhanced. They were a gift from Charlie.” Cat said, finally pulling her robe closed. “Here’s your phone,” Cat handed her a cellphone with a cracked screen, “I’ll trade you for my sunglasses.”

Malware had been installed on Jamie’s phone, which linked all of her activities to the Clinic’s AI system. She was now cut off from the world; she didn’t have a clue. She could watch videos and scroll through her social media pages. She could post photos which no one would ever see or send messages that went nowhere. Jamie’s digital world was now an AI construct.

Jamie rubbed her bloodshot, emerald eyes. She opened her phone and scrolled frantically.

Cat already knew what messages Jamie was finding. Cat had helped to write them. Jamie’s landlord threatening eviction and a lawsuit. Her parole officer’s ominous voicemail. There were irate texts from the manager of the strip club. There were a few threatening messages from Crag—

It was all fabricated, of course. Well, almost all of it.

“Is everything alright?” Cat asked innocently.

Body shaking waves of tears poured out of Jamie.

“I really fucked up! I might, like, be in real trouble! Like legal trouble!” Jamie blubbered. It was so pathetic that, for a moment, Cat actually felt bad for her. But just for a moment. Cat gently led Jamie into her room and eased her into a freshly made bed.

“Jamie, you can stay here as long as you need. And we can help you. You’re safe here.” Cat stroked Jamie’s beautiful auburn hair. “I’ll call our attorney. He’s vicious. And at the very least, we can have Trevor remove that tattoo,” Cat said. Jamie managed a meek smile and a nod.

“And here’s a little treat for you,” Cat said, as she placed a baggie of cocaine down on Jamie’s bedside table. By the time Cat closed the door, Jamie was cutting up a line, preparing to snort a huge dose of behavior modifiers mixed with the coke. She could hear Jamie texting frantically with the House AI system, which would drive her deeper and deeper into her new life as Jamie Doll, custom fuck toy.

Jamie snorted another line of blow. The electrical current of panic running along her spine subsided. Wiping her nose, she finally pulled her eyes off her phone. The bedroom was light pink, nearly white. Ambient lighting made the space warm. It was spacious, with high ceilings, but it felt confining because there were no windows.

Built-in closets and cabinets took up one wall.

An enormous screen took up the wall opposite the bed.

Licking her lips, Jamie went into the bathroom—white marble surfaces, a rain shower, a Japanese toilet with a wide seat and too many buttons to figure out. She stuck her head in the sink and drank directly from the faucet. The mirror was extremely unwelcome. Looking at her reflection made Jamie feel like a rubbernecker looking at a car crash. The tiny bikini cut into her chunky body. She had stretch marks. She looked closely at the wrinkles on her face.

What the fuck happened to her!? It seemed like she had just been hot and young, but now—

A bolt of pain shot through her head and dropped her. She crawled out of the bathroom, dragging herself across the cold marble. After ages, she made it to the carpet. Jamie stood up, her head swimming.

There were some clothes hanging in a closet. She finally took off her string bikini and pulled on a robe. She hugged herself and shivered. Whispering seemed to emanate from the walls. A chattering just at the edge of audible… Maybe she was doing too much coke.

She opened the next closet and laughed. It was full of sex toys. Vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, fuzzy handcuffs, and rows of dildos from small to humungous. Jamie was sexually adventurous, but the meticulous order of everything was absurd. What kind of freak was staying here before her? Was she staying in Charlie’s play room? Charlie and Cat’s play room? She frowned at the thought and slammed closet shut.

The next closet turned out to be a refrigerator. There was a fully stocked bar—liquor, beer, snacks. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and some chocolate bars.

Jamie flopped down on the bed and checked her phone—she wasn’t getting texts anymore. Thank god. Jamie thumbed her remote and the giant screen glowed. It loaded some kind of entertainment system with movies, tv channels… porn. Jamie smirked.

A few slugs of vodka settled her down. She put on ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ It was time to get hammered and take refuge in nostalgia. She could sort shit out later. She needed to rest her eyes during the first song…

Jamie woke up to sounds of groaning. The soft pink room came into focus and she got her bearings. The grunting and groaning sounds got louder and more insistent. What the fuck was happening? Jamie groggily turned her head and discovered the source of the sound—

Hardcore porn played on her wall screen.

Her head pounded. Jamie groped for the remote. Her hand touched the vodka bottle. It was empty. That explained the headache but where was the remote!? Jamie closed one eye, hoping that would help her swimming head. It didn’t.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” the girl in the porn was wailing.

Jamie felt herself get wet as she thrashed through her sheets, groping for her remote.

Her baggie of coke was on her bedside table. She snorted greedily. Jamie’s headache was cut in half.

The porno slut shrieked onscreen.

Jamie winced as she rifled through the food cabinet, searching for the remote. Nothing. She opened another and found the sex toy closet, all perfectly organized. She paused. It was ludicrous, but… Jamie felt turned on. She pressed her thighs together. Her clit throbbed. A warmth spread from her pussy up to her tummy, tingling her nipples, insistently pounding behind her eyes fixed on the screen.

The man in the movie was sculpted. Magazine handsome. He pulled his cock out of the slut he was fucking—Jamie thought of her as a slut—and slapped her pussy. The girl mewled with pleasure and pouted until he slid it back in.

The girl really held Jamie’s attention. She was way too pretty for porn. She looked like a Victoria’s Secret model. Slender and soft in all the right places. Her face was absolutely exquisite, dark blue eyes, full lips, a little button nose, framed by waves of light brown hair.

Without realizing it, Jamie started rubbing her clit. Pleasure radiated from her sopping wet pussy. The headache vanished. Okay, have a little fun you slut, she thought to herself.

Jamie grabbed a vibrator and flopped down on the bed. She pressed the vibrator to her clit—

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jamie squealed. Ecstasy rushed up her body and hit the top of her skull like a geyser. Head back, neck tight, pressing into her pillow. Her toes curled. She grabbed one of her soft tits and pressed her palm against her hard nipple. She closed her eyes…

The orgasm hit her like a seizure. Jamie panted helplessly as her stomach tightened rhythmically. She eased out of it and opened her eyes.

The goddess on screen was on her back, legs cocked back, her hands planted flat against her partner’s tense abs desperately trying to slow down his thrusting. She screamed and squirted as she climaxed. The porn slut breathed so hard it sounded like she was crying.

A sudden surge hit Jamie. Before she realized what was happening, another orgasm flattened her. Harder than before.

“FUCK,” Jamie gasped, body twitching as she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

A new porno was playing when Jamie awoke. This time it was a gangbang. Four big, muscly men stood around a petite blonde with huge tits. Huge was an understatement really. Jamie felt sorry for this slut; her breasts had moved beyond normal cup sizes. Her boobs were the size of watermelons. They seemed even larger because the girl was tiny. She looked ridiculous. They moved like they were natural, but they were too perky. They had to be fake. Working at the strip club, Jamie knew a lot of girls who’d gotten their boobs done. But she’d only seen girls this big a few times—they either had some serious mental issues or had made a business decision to appeal to the fetish crowd. But their tits didn’t look this good.

This skank’s tits were bigger than that bitch Cat’s rack, Jamie thought with a perverse satisfaction. A lot bigger.

Huge boobs weren’t really Jamie’s taste, but… Jamie did actually enjoy watching gangbangs. She wouldn’t ever do one, but she liked watching them. She liked watching disgusting little whores get railed.

The blonde was on her knees working three cocks—one in her mouth, and one in each hand. The fourth man, a dark-haired stud, gently raised her hips up. The blonde’s pussy was totally hairless, with fat little lips. The man slipped a couple of fingers into her. She flared her hips back, wanting more, her six-inch heels put the blonde’s hips level with the man’s waist. He stroked his hard dick a couple of times and slipped it into the slut’s dripping wet pussy.

The blonde moaned through a mouthful of cock, but she was a pro and kept sucking. The stud hammered her and cupped one of her massive jugs. It was impressive she was able to stay upright with the weight pulling on her chest.

Jamie pressed the vibrator to her throbbing clit again and bit her lip. Her hips bucked and her body went rigid as she rocketed toward another orgasm.

The dark-haired stud tensed on screen. The blonde’s eyes widened, her mouth still working a cock. He grunted, finished, and stepped back. The blonde’s legs shook as cum dripped out of her. The man she was stroking with her right hand swung around behind her and started fucking her without missing a beat.

With a handful of bedsheets, Jamie wailed and climaxed again.