The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day 3

Brian had spent every waking moment training Amy, pushing her to her limits, repeating the same commands over and over until she finally absorbed them. It had taken hours—no, days—to get her to this point, but now, she was finally capable of doing basic tasks on her own. She could shower without help, dress herself, even carry out simple instructions. And most importantly, she could talk again, albeit slowly, as if every word had to crawl its way through the empty corridors of her mind before reaching her lips.

But there was something else, something Brian hadn’t seen coming.

Amy had developed an obsession.

A children’s song.

In order to improve her learning, Brian had been showing her children’s programs in an attempt to help rebuild her vocabulary, repeating simple lessons over and over again. At first, she had struggled to retain anything beyond the most basic words, but then, something unexpected happened. She became obsessed. One particular show, Sunny Friends Playtime, had completely captivated her, its bright colors and exaggerated voices mesmerizing her empty mind. And from that show, she had fixated on a single song—Round and Round We Go!—a cheerful, repetitive melody that had burrowed deep inside her and refused to leave.

She had watched the episodes on repeat, humming along until she knew every word. Now, she sang it at every opportunity, her mind locked onto its playful rhythm. Brian didn’t know whether to be amused or irritated by her fixation. But what mattered most was that she was showing signs of improvement. She was still dumb, but not as much. Now, she was more childish, more manageable, more dependent on him for guidance. And that meant she was almost ready.

That afternoon, Amy was alone in her room, tending to the bed, a task that Brian had drilled into her over and over the previous day. She moved clumsily, her fingers pressing into the sheets as she tried to smooth them out, the simple action taking far longer than it should have. As she hummed to herself, she suddenly heard a strange noise—a soft buzzing, then a musical chime.

She stopped, blinking. The sound was coming from the nightstand where her phone lay. Confused, Amy approached the phone her gaze fixing on the glowing screen. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but something on the display caught her attention—a big, glowing green button.

Green. Green like apples.

Amy’s lips curled into a small, pleased smile. She liked apples. Apples were yummy. Apples were good. Her brain connected the two in a way that made perfect sense to her. Without thinking, she reached out and tapped the green button, giggling softly as she did.

For a moment, nothing happened. The device was still making noise, but Amy wasn’t sure why. Then, faintly, she heard something—words, a voice. Her brows furrowed as she slowly brought the phone closer to her ear.

“Hello? Hello? Amy, are you there?”

Amy blinked, recognizing that the noise wasn’t just a noise—it was someone talking. She let out a giggle. “Amy,” she repeated, happy to hear her name.

“Bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

The voice on the other end, sharp and full with exasperation, belonged to Sasha—her best friend.

Amy, however, didn’t react to that realization. The name meant nothing to her. The voice meant nothing. She only giggled again.

“Amy, seriously, where the hell have you been?” Sasha continued, irritation present in every word. “You haven’t answered my calls for days. You missed school. You missed our fucking project! Do you have any idea how pissed off Mr. Calloway was? He gave me that look—you know, the ‘I expected better from you’ look. And guess who had to bullshit her way through the entire thing? Me! And all because your ass is off doing whatever the fuck you’re doing.”

Amy twirled a piece of her hair between her fingers, her head rocking side to side. “Are you a friend like Sunny Friends?” she asked, her voice light and dreamy.

Silence on the other end. Then—

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

Amy giggled again. “Round and round… spin and spin… colors go… wheeeeeeee!”

Sasha sighed, loudly. “Amy. Babe. Listen to me. Stop fucking around and just answer your messages, okay? I’ve been texting you like crazy and you just ghosted me? Bitch, you know I hate being ignored.”

Amy hummed, her attention already slipping. The phone felt weird in her hand. It was heavy. Not fun like the soft blankets or the bright things on TV. Her eyes wandered toward the screen just as her favorite show was beginning. Then, she saw them.

Butterflies.

Big, fluttering, pretty butterflies filled the screen, moving in slow, mesmerizing patterns.

“Butterflies!” Amy exclaimed, jumping lightly.

Without another thought, she let go of the phone, dropping it onto the bed as she sprinted toward the television, her bare feet tapping against the floor. “Butterflies!” she squealed, clapping her hands. “Pretty butterflies!”

On the other end of the abandoned call, Sasha’s voice crackled. “Amy? Amy! The hell, are you serious right now?!”

Amy didn’t hear her. She plopped down on the floor, her legs folding underneath her as she stared up at the screen, completely entranced. “Pretty, pretty butterflies!” she sang, swaying to the tune of the show. “Round and round… la la la… wings go flap, flap, wheeeeeeeeee!”

Sasha, meanwhile, was left shouting into the void. “Amy?! HELLO?! Answer me, you dumbass!”

But Amy was gone, lost in the colors, in the movement, in the only world that made sense to her now.

Unaware of what was happening, Brian was completely knocked out, sleeping soundly in his bed, finally getting some much-needed rest after days of relentless training with Amy. He had barely drifted into unconsciousness when a loud vibration shattered the silence, rattling against the wooden surface of his nightstand.

His brow furrowed, annoyed at the intrusion, but the sound wouldn’t stop. Slowly, with a groggy groan, he reached out, fumbling for the device before lazily pulling it to his face. Blinking against the glow of the screen, his vision focused on the caller ID.

Sasha.

His heart gave a hard thump against his ribs. Amy’s best friend was calling him, but the question was, why?

“Fuck.”

He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the sluggishness, but the unease creeping up his spine was doing a better job of waking him than sleep ever could. He hesitated, but only for a second, before answering.

“Yeah?”

“Brian? What the hell is going on over there?” Sasha asked, her voice filled with concern and frustration. “Amy sounds—she sounds weird. Like, really weird.”

Brian sat up, his mind scrambling for answers. “What?” he stalled, rubbing his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean she’s not acting like herself! She’s talking like… like a little kid! She keeps saying nonsense, singing about colors and spinning or whatever the hell that is.” Sasha’s voice only grew more intense. “She hasn’t been at school in three days! She missed our project deadline! And she hasn’t answered a single message. What the hell is going on? Is she sick or something?”

Brian felt a cold sweat creeping over him, his pulse hammering in his ears. His grip tightened around the phone as the first question hit him like a bus out of control. How did this happen?

Then it hit him—Sasha had called and Amy had answered.

A sickening wave of dread crashed over him. He had been so careful, so meticulous in keeping her supervised, ensuring that she didn’t do anything stupid. And yet, in one careless moment, he had given her access to something as simple as a phone, and she had ruined everything.

“How the fuck did she even manage that?” he thought. She was supposed to be too far gone, too brainless to figure out something like that. And yet, she had done it. Now Sasha was asking questions, and Brian had no idea how the hell he was going to stop this from blowing up in his face.

“Amy told me your mom was going to a conference for a whole week, so, ’m coming over. Today,” Sasha said, warping Brian back to reality.

Brian clenched his jaw, his entire body tensing. This was bad. Really, really bad.

He forced a breath, struggling to keep his voice even. “Look, Sasha, I told you—Amy’s fine. She’s just been busy with some stuff, that’s all. There’s no reason for you to come over.”

“Bullshit, Brian,” Sasha snapped. “I don’t buy it. I’m coming over in an hour, and I better see Amy, or I swear to God, I’m calling your mom.”

Brian felt his stomach drop.

“No, you don’t need to do that,” he said quickly, trying to dismiss Sasha from ruining his plans with a simple action. “Just… don’t come, alright? Amy really doesn’t have time right now.”

“Well, she’s gonna make time,” Sasha shot back. “If you won’t let me talk to her, I’ll just go straight to your mom. She deserves to know if something’s wrong with her daughter.”

Before Brian could respond, the call ended with a click. Sasha had hung up.

Brian felt his temper boil over. His entire plan, everything he had worked for, was about to go up in flames because of this? His free hand clenched into a fist. He had to do something. And fast.

Fueled by desperation, he shot to his feet and stormed toward Amy’s room. As he entered, he felt his whole body trembling with rage, his teeth grinding together. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the overwhelming urge to hit something—or someone—growing beneath his skin. He wanted to punish Sasha for ruining his plans, but she wasn’t nearby; instead, he could only stand there, watching Amy sway back and forth like a mindless child, humming that stupid song, completely oblivious to the catastrophe she had set in motion.

He needed to think, to come up with something again. If Sasha showed up and saw Amy like that, there was no way out. No excuse, no lie he could spin to explain her condition. And if she called their mother? It would all be over.

“Why is this being so difficult?” Brian asked, pulling his hair so hard that for a moment, he thought he would tear his scalp off.

Then, like a puzzle clicking into place, an idea struck him. What if he made Sasha Brainless too?

She had always been independent, a free spirit who lived alone in her apartment, coming and going as she pleased. No one would question if she went missing for a while. No one would check in on her daily.

Vox had reshaped his girls, and Brian could do the same. If Sasha played the game, she wouldn’t just be silenced; she would become another piece in what would become a perfect life for him, a life that gave him women, power and most of all, unlimited sex.

He had been thinking too small, too reactive. He had spent days scrambling to fix Amy, to train her, to make sure she didn’t expose what was happening. But what if, instead of damage control, he expanded? Instead of covering his tracks, he went all in?

Sasha had a venomous tongue, a rebellious streak, a habit of sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But if he turned her Brainless, all of that would be erased. That tongue would only be used suck him. That rebellion would melt away into pure obedience. She would be his to mold, just like Amy. No more attitude, no more defiance—just sweet, thoughtless devotion.

And if it worked on her, why stop there?

Sonya was returning the next day, and he had been dreading her arrival, knowing she would see right through Amy’s condition if he didn’t have things perfectly under control. But what if she never got the chance? What if he made sure that by the time she stepped through that door, she was already halfway to being reshaped?

Vox had done it. He had turned multiple women into his personal, obedient toys. But Brian… Brian could do better. He wasn’t just some sleazy pervert making videos and selling girls—he was methodical, disciplined. He could refine the process, perfect it.

Three women, three perfect projects. If he did this right, Amy, Sasha, and Sonya could all be his. He could train them, reform them, turn them into obedient slaves.

He thought of Vox and the videos he had seen—but Brian wouldn’t just follow in his footsteps. He would sur him.

For the first time in days, he felt something other than stress—he felt excitement. This wasn’t a problem; it was an opportunity. His golden ticket to something greater.

With Amy, Sasha, and Sonya under his influence, he could shape them into the women he had always wanted them to be. Intelligent enough to function, yet completely devoted, utterly submissive. And once he had enough time, he could teach them to act normal, just like Vox had done. Train them to behave as expected in public, but behind closed doors… they would be his, entirely.

But what if he failed? Failure meant prison. Failure meant losing everything. But if he succeeded, his future would be something beyond his wildest dreams.

Snatching up his phone, he quickly dialed Jake’s number. The moment the call connected, he didn’t even give Jake a chance to speak. “I need you here in fifteen minutes. Now.”

Then he hung up, staring at Amy as she continued to sing, completely unaware that her fate—and Sasha’s, and Sonya’s—had just been sealed.

To be continued...