The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Did you see that? She moved.”

“Mmm-hmm, she’s waking up.”

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“Ssshhhh!”

Irina groaned, and rolled over on the mattress. There was a heavy fog throughout her brain.

“Where’m I?” she mumbled, cautiously half-opening her eyes in case stabbing beams of bright light came searing through them. However, the light was soft, perhaps a peach color, rather than harsh daylight.

A pretty, pale face, wide gray eyes and a small nose, was looking at her. The girl’s hair was cropped short—that rang a bell, didn’t it? Irina reached to up to feel around her head, and encountered bristles where she would have expected tangles.

“My hair,” she moaned, moving her hand back and forth as if it would stimulate the follicles to regrow.

“All your hair,” the girl giggled, slipping her hand into the loose shorts Irina was wearing, and stroking the bristles down there.

Irina wobbled into a position sitting somewhat upright on the bed. It was a large one, maybe king size, with a few small pillows and a small collection of blankets scattered over it. As well as the girl stroking her, three others were resting on or against it, each—like herself—in a white loose top and shorts.

“How are you feeling?” purred the first girl, her hand slipping down a little further. Irina’s head was still foggy, but she was now becoming aware of another feeling inside her...

“Oh, that’s good,” she moaned, clasping the girl’s hand in place. “Keep doing that, please...”

“I think our new friend needs some help, ladies!” Irina was gently pulled back to lie flat on the mattress. Her shirt was lifted up, and a warm mouth fastened over her nipple. A second mouth followed for the other.

“What... oooooohhhhh, keep going, please!” She could now feel just how horny she was, and these girls were good at addressing it. Her tranquilized brain completely failed to ask herself how they had known she was horny, simply abandoning its post and lapping up the warm waves of sexual stimulation washing over her.

“Maybe you’re thirsty, sweet pea?” Soft, warm skin pressed against her cheek, and then she felt a hard nipple ease its way into her mouth. Buried in sensations, it was automatic for her to start tonguing the girl’s breast, nipping the tip and hearing her squeak in satisfaction.

She wasn’t sure how long they all lay there, people sliding in and out of positions, but eventually she felt her legs pressed apart, and the small fingers that had been exploring her nub were replaced by a long, strong tongue. She was expertly walked down a long, winding path of ecstacy before a sustained attack all over her drove her to a screaming, perspiring climax...

“Maybe, this is heaven?” she said dreamily, to nobody in particular, staring at the room’s white ceiling as the soft panting of her new friends surrounded her.

She drifted in daydreams for a while, until she felt a firm hand on her wrist. She slowly realized that someone was standing over her, and squinted to try to see their face through the blurriness of her vision.

“Come.” She was pulled to her feet, firmly though not unkindly, and did her best to steady herself. The other woman’s face was familiar—Desi? Something like that.”

She was guided out of the room, with the other girls waving vaguely in her direction, and sat down on a hard couch. The door to her room closed with an authoritative ‘click’ as she looked around aimlessly.

“Eat.” The woman—‘Desi’—was sitting next to her with a bowl of something gray and barely textured. She reflexively opened her mouth as a loaded spoon approached, and obediently swallowed. The flavor was surprisingly sweet and fulfilling, and so when the next spoonful arrived it was eagerly consumed....

She found it similarly instinctive to swallow the cool water supplied in plastic beakers and, when ‘Desi’ pulled her back to her feet, happily followed her guide to wander back to the room.

The girls were spread across the bed much as before, but they seemed somehow relieved at Irina’s return. She vaguely wondered why, but with the fog in her head it was too hard to chase the thought down. There was a TV in one corner, playing some apparently innocuous soap opera at low volume, and so she settled in front of it, leaning against one of the other girls who had had the same idea.

She let the show drift past her, her brain stuck firmly in ‘Neutral’, until she realized that two of the female characters were starting to neck with each other. At the same time, she became aware that her puss was starting to warm up, and her hand had slid inside her shorts without even thinking about it.

“Let me, honey...” The dreamy eyed girl she was leaning on eased Irina’s hand out of the way. “We’re always horny after food.” She started to neck with Irina, who immediately returned the favor, and her hot little fingers started to play with Irina’s rosebud...

She phased through sleep, dreams, and bouts of horniness—always after being fed, as the dreamy girl had said. The others were taken out for feeding as she had been, and she took her turn in sating their re-ignited desires.

Then came the feeding where, after she had mindlessly consumed the gruel and water, her supervisor had brusquely bid her “Stand up!”

“Sure...?” Irina rose slightly unsteadily to her feet. She wasn’t prepared for ‘Desi’ to pull down her shorts, but whatever was needed...

Something in leather and black metal was expertly wrapped around her waist and legs, adjusted, and secured. There was a slight sting as it was settled in place; she looked down to discover that her pussy was locked away under a metal cover, with a short tube protruding, apparently for peeing purposes.

“Shirt.” Reflexively obeying, Irina watched as two stiff leather and metal cups closed over her boobs, secured at the back. A high collar, padded top and bottom, shut her away from her neck.

“Let’s go.” Confused, Irina let herself be led back to the main bedroom.

As she settled back on the bed, one of the girls apparently noticed the new apparatus, and let out a squeak of alarm, pulling away from Irina.

“Oh, honey! I’m so sorry!”

“What...?” Irina looked down at herself. “What is this?”

The others gathered around her, wide-eyed. “Sweetie, they’re saying you haven’t been working hard enough on us.”

“It’s not true,” another piped up, bravely. “You give great tongue!”

“But... but we can’t help you, baby. We’re so sorry. This is going to be hard.” The girls closed around her in a musky warm cloud of concern.

Irina didn’t have to wait long before she discovered what they meant. The post-food arousal arrived on schedule, but turned up to eleven. Irina scrabbled frantically at the covering over her burning sex, with no effect.

“Help me, please!” she whimpered. “I’m going to explode! I’m going to burn alive! Ugh!” Every erogenous zone denied to her, she writhed on the floor, trying desperately to unseat the coverings by even half an inch.

The girls did their best to kiss and stroke her on her remaining exposed skin, but with all her erogenous areas firmly locked away, it made very little difference. By the time that ‘Desi’ came to retrieve her, Irina was almost delirious from sexual frustration.

The attendant took her time unlocking Irina, but the first thing she did was to turn the girl over and push something soft into her bottom. The sedative in the suppository was fast-acting, and by the time the last restraint came off Irina, she could barely stand; the attendant had to half-carry her back into the bedroom. As soon as she slumped onto the bed, sleep took her.

The hours—maybe days—ed in a haze. Irina now trembled whenever she was taken for feeding, but apparently her strenuous stimulation of the other girls was sufficient, since the restraints only appeared once, and that was on one of the other girls. Irina did her best to comfort her, ing the sensation of the overwhelming urges that couldn’t possibly be satisfied, and was relieved when she was finally taken back to be released.

There came the time, however, when ‘Desi’ did not stop in the normal room for feeding. She guided the still-woozy Irina out of a door and down a corridor, then—carefully!—down a flight of steps to an anonymous black door. Her quick knock was answered with a faint but familiar voice.

“Come in, Irina.”

Ushered through the door into the dark room behind it, Irina stared at the Director, immaculate in her suit, with her signature warm smile. The Director was illuminated by a single underpowered ceiling light; it failed to reach even the walls of the room, but still glinted ominously off the metal chair behind the Director.

“You won’t need your clothes,” she noted. “We keep this room nice and warm.” Darsi slid Irina’s shorts down, and lifted off her top.

“Do have a seat. Darsi will help you up.”

Indeed, the chair—an intimidating and industrial-looking piece of furniture, with various concerning attachments around its sides, was quite high, and Irina needed a firm push upwards from the muscular Darsi to reach the seat. As she was pushed against the back of the chair, there was an ominous “clank” and metal restraints encircled her upper and lower arms and legs.

“Isn’t it impressive?” the Director beamed. “I saw it at an auction, and knew that I had to have it. Of course, we have made some modifications, but I hope that you will agree that the overall aesthetic has been lovingly maintained.“

Darsi folded two metal and rubber wings from either side of the chair over Irina’s breasts. They locked together in the middle, then there was a pneumatic hiss as they tightened onto Irina. She gave an involuntary shiver as something suctioned itself onto each nipple.

The Director approached her from the side. “A little scratch...” She swabbed an area on Irina’s immobilized forearm, then pushed a needle in. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“What is this?” mumbled Irina. The fog in her brain was dampening all the alarms that should have been going off.

“The thorazine you’ve been taking is probably making it hard to think,” the Director said sympathetically. “Don’t worry, we don’t need you to do any thinking in the chair. All you need to do is listen.“

She stroked Irina’s arm.

“This is always such a special time for me. Although Darsi could easily run the program, I insist on being here with my patients as we slowly, carefully, lovingly open their minds. It’s such an intimate thing we do together, don’t you agree?“

“I guess...” Irina was starting to have double vision. Two blurry Directors were smiling at her at once.

“You have been doing very well at your training. I am very proud of you. We all are! I do so hope that you are enjoying yourself.“

“Mmmmh...” Irina was starting to feel very dizzy. Whatever had been in that needle was very potent.

“Ears and eyes please, Darsi.” Irina felt something press firmly against each ear, cutting off sound, then a visor was folded down in front of her eyes.

She felt, rather than heard, a vibration, and had the sensation of being tilted forward.

“Hello, Irina.” A familiar voice, and now a familiar face appeared in front of her.

“Medina?” Irina was confused. “What...”

“The Director asked me to prepare these messages,” Medina said. She seemed to be sitting in her office, judging from her background. “She has explained the treatment plan to me, and has been very helpful when I suggested certain... modifications, shall we say?”

She gave a predatory smile. “I’ve always ired your tight little ass, Irina. I think it’s time you learned to enjoy it, don’t you?”

Another hum, and Irina gasped as something invaded her from behind, stretching her until she could barely breathe. A pause, then it slid back—and forwards, and back...

“Feel me fucking you in the ass!” Medina said, gleefully. “Feel Medina taking you like you want to be taken.”

Now the suction on her nipples tightened, making her squeak in discomfort, then started to cycle in time with the toy violating her behind.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Irina?” Medina purred. “I’m so looking forward to the video of this that the Director has promised...“

Irina was moaning in time with the cycling member, the unfamiliar sensations heightened by her immobilization and isolation.

“What is it like, Irina? What is it like with me inside you, filling you, stretching you? Can you hear the music?”

Music? Irina tried to shake her head, but it was being held too firmly. Where was she? Something was making it very difficult to what was happening—she kept plunging down rabbit holes of irrelevant thoughts. The voice in her ears started to oscillate in tone—or maybe that was her hearing? Medina’s image was strobing in strange colors.

Suddenly, the violation in her behind had stopped. She felt the intruder slide back out, and almost cried with relief as her sore starfish finally contracted back.

“Such a good girl for Medina,” the woman crooned. “I think that deserves a present, don’t you?”

There was a sensation of tilting backwards, then Irina’s nipples started to pulse again. This time, though, it was a softer, longer, almost loving suction.

That’s nice, she thought, most of her consciousness already lost in dreaming.

Then, something warm and slick started to tease its way into her sex. Initially only an inch deep, withdrawing, but coming back slightly further with each intrusion.

Medina’s image was suddenly sharp, and her voice vibrated through Irina.

“Medina’s gift to you... inside your most intimate places... tell Medina what you want...”

The probe was starting to run up against Irina’s pearl, making her shake with each gentle thrust. She whimpered something, unsure of what was coming out of her mouth as her trembling body slipped out of the last bits of her control.

“You can take more of this, can’t you?” Medina crooned, as the probe’s oscillating started to speed up. Irina was nearly delirious now, with the hyper stimulation flooding her drugged brain. She was losing all sense of time and place, only able to be pulled along by her body’s sensations.

“You cannot resist Medina. You cannot want to resist Medina. Medina is inside you, filling you , taking you over...“

The first wave of the orgasm came, Irina squealing and pushing against the immobile restraints as her body tried to buck in the chair. Implacable, the probe continued to ravage her.

I’m going to explode was her only conscious thought. Explode!

Another surge of climax, warm wetness between her thighs, and now her nipples were sending out their own frantic messages. The image of Medina was flashing at her , spinning around, sucking her in...

“Nnnnnnnngh! Aaah! Aaaaaaaaah!” Irina crashed over the cliff, the powerful climax wrenching her body, breaking out in sweat. She went limp, panting loudly, and barely felt the second needle go into her forearm.

The chair left her with a still image of Medina smiling at her, while the probe in her slit slowly slid back out. Once fully withdrawn, there was a mechanical “chunk” as something underneath Irina rotated into a new position.

The Director watched her patient with approval. Medina had done an excellent job recording her videos following the Director’s timing and cues, and the thorough violation of Irina’s body, coupled with the hallucinogens the Director had istered earlier, would have placed her at the peak of suggestibility even before the heavy dose of hypnotics that she had just been given. All inhibitions, and even the concept of resistance, had been expertly broken down, ready for the mind to be reshaped to the Director’s design.

The chair tilted back further until Irina was nearly horizontal.

“Time for take-off,” remarked the Director, mostly to herself. “Do you know where we are taking you, Irina?” She chuckled. “It’s a good thing that you are buckled in securely!”

Irina’s head was already swimming from the new drugs, but she was just aware enough to a faint vibration between her legs—before cold metal started to push into her front and back.

“No, no more,” she moaned, trying in vain to push back. The new probes were in no hurry, however, and Irina’s already-loosened muscles were incapable of overcoming them. She panted again as she was stretched, before squealing as both probes seated themselves firmly inside. She had not even noticed the metal fingers now closed around her trapped breasts.

Medina came to life again. Her voice was backed with a strange echo. “All you must do... Is obey. Obey. Obey....” With each repetition, Irina’s body twitched as a pulse of electricity flowed through her.

“Obey... Obey...” The voice was changing, and now so was the image. Medina’s face was morphing into someone else, familiar. “Obey. Obey!” The Director’s face was now clear in Irina’s vision, and her voice loud in her ears. “Obey!” The electrical pulse strengthened, causing Irina to groan at the over-stimulation.

“And we’re off!” announced the Director, with satisfaction. She checked her wristwatch. “Keep a close eye on her, please Darsi.”

“Very good, Director.” Darsi pulled a seat over and placed herself next to the immobilized, convulsing Irina.

“I’ll be back in ninety minutes to ister the next dose.” The Director picked up her syringe wallet. “I’m looking forward to seeing the results.”

Were they dreams? Were they real? Was she real? Irina swam in a dark world of pulsing, changing colors. Faces and voices floated by, some of them apparently familiar, some hideous, each evoking a deep-seated sensation in what might have been her body.

The scholarly Irina, whose careful research and technical expertise let her explain challenging concepts to her readers, had dissolved like snow in a stream; her critical faculties smothered, and her mind stretched open to be filled with whatever was supplied. The brave Irina, who had faced down gangsters and corrupt government face to face, was now having her reactions played like a violin. The chaste Irina, suspicious of intimacy after one too many burned relationships, could now only beg for satiation from her controller.

Nothing seemed to matter.

She let the currents take her, watching faces float by, hearing voices that sent bolts of pleasure sizzling through her. She could look down and see her naked body, sparkling with little points of light, twitching and jerking as the diamond strings attached to her limbs were pulled by her puppet mistress...

The Director came in to the room quietly, sipping from a glass of black tea. She ed a second glass to Darsi, who acknowledged the gift in silence.

“How’s my little girl?” she asked, bringing her own chair next to Darsi.

“She quietened down over the last quarter hour,” Darsi reported. “Before then, she was speaking in tongues every few minutes. I was about to give her a shot of sedative, per your instructions, but she withdrew in time.”

“It’s sometimes the way, with the more active, inquisitive minds.” The Director selected a syringe from her wallet, and started to prepare a new injection site. “They’re trying to make sense of something that cannot make sense, so they keep resetting and retrying different approaches.” She slowly pushed a new drug dose into the quiescent Irina.

“Will she need another session in the Chair?” Darsi ed the sharps bin over so that the Director could discard safely the syringe.

“Thank you. No, i would be surprised if she did. Let her sink down into this final phase, then we can wake her in three hours or so.”

She polished her glasses. “I have her now. Thank you, Darsi...”

“Irina.”

“Mmm...?”

“Irina.”

“Whftmph?” Her eyelids felt gummy, and there was a sour taste in her mouth. Too much vodka?

“Ir-in-aaaa...”

“Coming...” She gave a sigh that was half a groan, and rubbed her eyes. The bed felt hard underneath her. Had she gone to sleep on the floor? Didn’t she know better than that by now?

“Irina.” The voice was patient—and familiar. Very familiar.

She opened her eyes to focus on a face—and froze. Something about the face gripped her body, holding it immobile.

“You know me, Irina.” Now the voice was amused.

“I...” As the face spoke, she felt chills—or were they thrills?—running through her. She was like a rabbit staring at a snake—a wise, beautiful, but commanding snake.

“Roll towards me, Irina.” A command now, and she unthinkingly obeyed.

“Hold there.” She felt a firm hand grasp her hip—she was naked, she realized. “Over to you, Darsi. Keep looking at me, Irina.”

The command was unnecessary, Irina’s eyes locked with the Director’s. It felt as if the Director were staring directly into her mind...

“Oh! Oooh!” First one finger, then two, penetrated her from behind.

“Stay with me, Irina. Tell me how you are feeling.”

“I...” Every word the Director spoke fell like a lead weight onto Irina. She could feel the strange—yet, somehow not entirely unfamiliar—twitching from deep inside her as Darsi’s fingers explored her, but they seemed barely to matter while the Director was addressing her, even if only when her eyes...

“Thank you, Darsi.” The intruders withdrew silently. “Roll onto your back, Irina.”

She obeyed, pushing herself back onto the hard chair.

The Director moved closer, raising her hand until it was directly between them. She rotated it, fingers spread, but she was always looking through it, and into Irina.

“Tell me, Irina...”

She gently placed her hand on Irina’s prickly mound, and her finger softly nudged Irina’s lips apart before coming to rest at the entrance.

Irina was paralyzed.

“...how this...”

The warm finger slipped in a small distance, lubricated by the sudden swelling in Irina’s sex.

“...makes you... feel?“

A whole-body electric shock! Irina felt her self start to to fall into those strange, compelling eyes.

“I can’t... I don’t know... I want it. I want it, please! Please, Director.

“What do you want, Irina?“

“I... I... I need you inside me,” she whispered, feeling her body thrill as she said the words.

“Like this, Irina?” There was the beginning of a smirk on the Director’s face as her finger moved further in.

“Aaah!” Not an expression of pain, but an overwhelming, unbearable surge of desire. Irina wanted to catapult herself off the table, and onto the Director, but her paralyzed body left her prey for the Director’s fingers.

“Oh, Irina. So perfectly shaped.” The Director turned to Darsi. “She is quite ready. Prepare her for transport. We are going to have such an interesting conversation with Medina.“

She turned back to the desperate, mindlessly lusting Irina. “Oh, the things you told me about your s! The Ministry is already on their way, I hear.”