The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Brian sat on the edge of Amy’s bed, his eyes moving quickly as he explored Vox’s site.

Jake had warned him—warned him to watch the videos and take them seriously. He had even suggested reaching out to Vox directly, to ask for help, to figure out if there was a way to reverse what was happening to Amy before it spiraled completely out of control. But stupid, impulsive Brian didn’t listen. Instead of seeking answers, he let himself be consumed by desire. Instead of looking for a way to cure Amy, he had spent the night indulging in his own selfish fantasies, fucking his sister without a second thought for the consequences.

What had he been thinking? Amy was the worst possible choice. If their mother came back and found her like this—drooling, barely able to speak, unable to dress herself—what the hell was he supposed to say?

At best, Brian could claim ignorance about his sister’s condition—play dumb and pretend he had no idea what was happening to her. But if things continued this way, if she ended up in a mental institution, everything would come crashing down. The pot wouldn’t just simmer; it would explode, and Brian didn’t want that. He didn’t want to ruin Amy’s life forever. He wanted her here, with him, pliant and perfect, not locked away where he could never touch her again. The thought of her confined in some sanatorium, surrounded by doctors probing her vacant mind, was unbearable. It wasn’t just unacceptable—it was unthinkable. If that happened, she’d be gone for good, and there’d be no way to have her again.

This wasn’t sustainable. He had to act. Fast. His eyes looked for something helpful on the site. There had to be something in Vox’s videos, some kind of clue or solution he hadn’t noticed before.

Then, he stumbled upon a video titled “The Dark Truth”. Without thinking twice, he clicked the link.

“So, you’ve seen what the Brainless game can do,” Vox began, leaning closer to the camera with a dark grin, as if he already knew why Brian was there. “Didn’t I warn you on my blog? These people become completely Brainless—like, totally dumb. No joke. Or did you think the game was called Brainless just for fun? Let me guess—you thought you’d end up with a sister, a girlfriend, or some loser girl turned into your slave, right?”

Brian felt a strong pang of guilt as Vox’s piercing gaze seemed to look straight through the screen, addressing him directly.

“If you’re here for what I think you are, pay attention. The winners? They get a brainless puppet. But the losers? They lose everything—their minds, their personalities, their independence. All of it, gone. What’s left behind? Just an empty shell. Nothing more.” Vox’s grin widened, his tone mocking. “But hey, enough talk about theories. Let me introduce you to my latest stars.”

The camera panned, and Brian’s eyes opened wide as three beautiful young women came into view. There they were: Larisa, Sofia, and Katya, standing in a line, completely naked.

“These three beauties?” Vox continued, stepping into the frame beside them. “Meet Larisa, Sofia, and Katya—three Russian sisters who thought they could beat me at the game. Spoiler alert: they couldn’t. And now? Well, let’s just say they’re my personal Brainless collection.”

Vox turned to Larisa, running a hand through her long, brunette hair as she stared blankly ahead. “This one here,” he said with a chuckle, “is the most Brainless of the bunch. Poor Larisa can’t even speak anymore. Watch this.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face toward the camera. “Say something, sweetheart.”

Larisa turned her head toward the camera, her lips forming a vacant, almost childlike smile. Her gaze flicked to Vox, seeking some unspoken approval, before returning to the lens. She held her expression as if posing for praise, her smile widening slightly in a way that made her look even more clueless. It was as though she was proud of herself—for doing absolutely nothing.

She couldn’t speak; that much was obvious. But Larisa seemed determined to make up for it with her movements. She raised one hand awkwardly, twisting it in the air as though mimicking a wave or a gesture she barely ed.

“See what I mean?” Vox said as he made a zoom with his camera. “Larisa here is practically a vegetable. Beautiful, though, isn’t she? And she does follow commands like a champ.”

Next, he moved to Sofia, his hand resting on her shoulder.

“Now, Sofia here? She’s a little better. She can speak, but she’s lost every ounce of personality she ever had. This girl used to be full of energy—bubbly, happy, always talking. Now? She’s as silent as a graveyard unless you ask her something.”

He gestured for Sofia to speak, and she turned her head slightly, her eyes glassy as she responded in a soft, monotone voice. “Yes, I… speak… I obey…”

“And then there’s Katya,” Vox said, grinning as he stepped behind the blonde. “My personal favorite. She’s starting to recover a few words, but she’s still far from the smart girl she used to be. Watch this.”

He leaned down to whisper something in her ear, and Katya nodded slowly, spitting a faint “okay.”

Brian’s eyes widened as Vox stepped back and clapped his hands. “Alright, ladies. Let’s give our audience a little show. A three-way kiss, right here, right now.”

The three sisters turned to face each other, ready to fulfill Vox’s command.

Larisa was the first to move. Her full, inviting lips opened wide as she leaned toward Sofia, tilting her head just enough to make the connection. Their kiss began softly, tentatively, their mouths meeting in a delicate press. But within seconds, it deepened. Larisa’s tongue flicked out hesitantly, tracing Sofia’s lower lip before slipping inside with surprising ease. Despite their Brainless state, their movements were shockingly fluid, each tongue curling and exploring with a rhythm so natural it was almost hypnotic.

Sofia responded immediately, her tongue slipping into Larisa’s mouth with the same slowness.

Their hands, as if guided by some unseen instinct, began to roam each other’s body. Larisa’s fingers traced the curves of Sofia’s, gliding along her sides and up to her chest. Sofia mirrored her movements, her hands exploring Larisa’s hips before sliding upward to cup her sister’s face, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

And then there was Katya. She watched for a brief second, her eyes darting between her sisters as if she were analyzing the scene, deciding where she fit in. Finally, she leaned in, her pale blonde hair brushing Sofia’s shoulder as she ed the kiss. Her lips were softer, gentler, but her movements carried a natural sensuality that made up for her initial hesitation. She started with small kisses, her tongue out to taste Sofia’s lips before diving deeper.

As the three sisters grew more comfortable, their tongues began to meet in the center.

The three of them moved fluidly, their mouth muscles meeting and retreating in a synchronized dance. Larisa’s kisses were slower, wetter, as if savoring every second, while Katya’s were more sensual ones, her soft moans accompanying each move. Sofia, at the center of it all, balanced their different rhythms perfectly, guiding them both by the head; her lips moved seamlessly from Larisa to Katya and back again, her tongue alternating between gentle caresses and deeper, hungrier motions.

“Now, ladies. Time for some good ol lesbian sex,” Vox instructed.

Immediately, the three sisters shifted positions. Katya found herself in the middle while Larisa moved behind her, her hands sliding over Katya’s bare sides before cupping her tits firmly. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, her thumbs brushing over Katya’s hardened nipples in circles.

On the front, Sofia used one of her hands to trace the outer edges of her sister’s pussy slowly, letting the wetness guide her movements as she explored every inch of Katya’s womanhood. Then, she used her thumb to circle her Russian sister’s clit in a slow motion, applying just enough pressure to make her sister shudder. The circles started gentle, but gradually grew firmer and more rhythmic, coaxing soft, breathy moans from Katya’s lips. Sofia’s other hand steadied the girl’s hips, ensuring she could control every angle and movement with precision.

As Katya’s moans deepened, Sofia’s other fingers slid further down, brushing against the entrance of her sister’s pussy. The wet heat welcomed her touch, and she pushed two fingers inside, moving with ease inside the hot tunnel. These naughty fingers curled slightly, pressing against Katya’s inner walls, seeking out the spots that could make the young woman gasp and tremble.

Then, Sofia adjusted her angle, twisting her wrist slightly to reach deeper, her thumb quickening its pace on Katya’s clit. The combination sent Katya’s moans climbing higher, her legs trembling as she struggled to stay upright. From behind, Larisa’s hands tightened on those round tits.

Vox’s grin widened as he clapped his hands. “Alright, Sofia,” he said, his tone almost playful, “time to show us what that tongue of yours can do. Kneel down and make her feel it.”

Sofia blinked once, her glassy eyes locking onto Katya as she obediently withdrew her hand. Katya whimpered softly at the loss of , her body still trembling from the sensations Sofia had just given her. Without hesitation, Sofia adjusted her position, sliding onto her knees in front of Katya.

Katya’s legs parted wider, her pussy folds glistening with delicious nectar. Sofia leaned in slowly, her hands resting gently on Katya’s thighs as her lips prepared to eat her sister’s pussy. She exhaled softly, the warm breath against Katya’s sensitive skin making her shiver.

Then, Sofia extended her tongue, the pink tip tracing a slow path along Katya’s pussy. Katya jolted at the , her hands gripping her thighs for as Sofia began her work.

She started at the bottom, her tongue moving upward in a line that ended over Katya’s clit. Then, her tongue continued to dance along it for a little while before dipping lower to explore that wet pussy. She alternated between long, slow strokes and rapid, focused flicks, her mouth moving as if guided by muscle memory alone.

Vox leaned closer to the camera, his smile never faltering. “See what I mean?” he said, gesturing toward the scene. “Even brainless, they everything about sex. Kissing, fucking, licking—it’s like riding a bike. Once they know, they never forget. You just have to tell them what to do, and they do it.”

He clapped his hands again, his laughter cutting through the rising crescendo of Katya’s moans.

“Not bad for Brainless little dolls, huh? They’re learning. Slowly, but surely. And here’s the kicker: two days after playing the game, this is what you can expect. They’ll lose everything—speech, memories, the ability to dress themselves, even basic tasks. Gone. But don’t worry. With the right training, they can be taught again. Like babies with adult bodies. The possibilities are endless.”

The camera panned out as Vox stood proudly beside the sisters, his hands gesturing to them like prized trophies.

“And here’s the best part. If you’ve ever wanted the chance to experience this for yourself and you don’t have the game, it’s easier than you think. Larisa, Sofia, Katya—these girls are available right now. A simple click on my site, and you can have one—or all three—delivered straight to your door. They’ll do whatever you want, no strings attached.”

As the girls continued to have hot sex for the camera, Vox continued to speak, as if he were a commercial presenter.

“Don’t miss your chance. These dolls aren’t just stars—they’re yours for the taking. The only limit is your imagination.”

Then, the video came to an end, leaving Brian with his mouth open.

“They can be trained,” he said, a faint spark of hope igniting inside him.

It was undeniable—Amy was at her lowest point, far worse than the women in Vox’s video. However, Vox had clearly managed to bring them back to some degree. From what Brian had seen, none of them drooled like Amy. They could move, speak, and perform, even coordinating their movements. So maybe—just maybe—Amy wasn’t beyond saving.

“I can do this,” he said to himself as a wave of optimism washed all the previous panic. “If Vox could teach those girls to… perform, then I can figure out a way to bring Amy back.”

The video had revealed more than just the erotic display of the sisters. It had shown the stages of their “Brainless” state. Larisa, barely functional, Sofia, capable of speech but void of personality, and Katya, the closest to something resembling normalcy. Amy was at Larisa’s level—silent, drooling, completely blank—but the fact that Vox could guide his girls meant there was a chance to improve Amy, to pull her out of this.

Brian’s thoughts came in and out as he began to form a plan. It wouldn’t be easy, and he only had four days before their mother returned. Four days to make Amy coherent enough to as functional, or at least to prevent her from drawing suspicion.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said aloud. “I’ll train her. Teach her. She won’t end up like this forever.”

With his mind made, he looked at Amy, who this whole time had been drooling endlessly…

To be continued...