The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I’m bored.”

“Usha, my dear, I did try to warn you.”

It was the third visit that the Director had made to Usha in her confinement. She came every three or four days to make her own check on Usha’s mental and physical state; the staff feeding her reported every day, but the Director still liked to make her own assessment.

She was particularly interested in Usha’s mental acuity this time because, for the past three days, she had been receiving a slowly increasing dose of tranquillizers in her morning milk. The Director had her own plans for Usha, and they were in a significantly different direction from Usha’s.

“I’ll see if we can get some more books for you.” The Director made a note. “Are you getting enough exercise? Is the food satisfactory?”

“I’m doing yoga twice a day,” Usha said. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of getting outside to take a walk around?”

“Unfortunately not,” the Director said sympathetically. “At this point, we can’t take the risk of you being recognized.”

Usha sighed. “Very well. The food is fine. There’s not very much of it, but then I’m not burning up much either. At least the water is warm.” She indicated the shower in the small but adequate bathroom. “How are your plans going?“

“Well, it’s early days,” the Director shrugged, “but we’ve made a start. There have been a couple of incidents of Ministry heavy-handedness that certain news organizations have reported on, and the word on the street are that quite a few people are unhappy with them. Only a few pebbles skipping down the hill so far, no big boulders, but all avalanches start small.”

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” Usha made a vague wave around her. “It’s not like I have much else to do with my time.”

“I’ll bear it in mind,” the Director promised.

She buttonholed the staff member supervising Usha’s food once she left the room, locking the door behind her.

“There’s a small effect visible from the tranquilizers, but we need her much more subdued. Keep ramping the dosage on the current scale.”

“Very good, Director.”

Five days later, Nina came into Usha’s room carrying a medical bag.

“How are you, Usha?” She surveyed the room with a practiced eye, noting the increasing untidiness. Usha had made a half-hearted attempt to do her hair this morning, but apparently had given up.

“Okay, I guess...” She was sitting on the bed, a dreamy look on her face.

Nina smiled to herself. “I’m here to check on you. No need for you to move,” she said smoothly, seating herself next to Usha. “Just a few checks.”

She removed a stethoscope from the bag, and fitted it in her ears before slipping the sensor under the back of Usha’s loose shirt. “Breathe in... and out... and in... and out...” She moved it around to the front, deliberately placing it between Usha’s breasts. “And again...” She stroked her hand against the breasts when she withdrew, noting a guileless smile appearing on Usha’s face.

“Eyes...” She shone a small penlight in each eye, noting the large pupils and slow reactions. “Neck...” She cupped her hands gently around Usha’s neck, nominally feeling for any unexpected lumps, but looking for Usha’s reactions.

“Lie down for me, darling.” She placed a pillow under Usha’s bottom, and slid her shorts and panties off. “Just checking your girly parts”. With gloves on she eased a single finger into Usha’s unresisting slit and worked it around, watching the woman try not to squirm at the sensations.

Very nearly ready, she thought, unwrapping something from a foil packet. One more thing.

“On your side please, darling.” As Usha obediently rolled, Nina pushed the suppository inside her starfish. There was a small gasp, but no other reaction.

“Very good. We’re all done.” Nina packed her waste into a plastic bag. “Can I get you anything? Maybe some chocolate?”

“Chocolate? Oh yessss...” Usha stayed on her side, apparently too relaxed to sit back up.

Nina smiled. Someone was going to be putty in her hands.

“I’ve got your chocolate, Usha.” Nina, now carrying a covered basket, closed the door behind her.

“Great...” Usha had somehow managed to get back to a half-sitting position, but her expression had gone from dreamy to glazed. She barely reacted to seeing Nina’s face.

“Here...” Nina unwrapped one of the small chocolates she had brought with her, and slowly placed it in Usha’s mouth. She let her finger tickle Usha’s lips before withdrawing it.

“Nice. Mmmmh...” Usha slowly chewed it, the sweetness bringing a smile to her face.

“How are you feeling, Usha?” Nina whispered in her ear.

“Horny...” The tranquilizer and aphrodisiac in the suppository had stripped any remaining guile from the woman.

“Would you like me to... help you?” She stroked over Usha’s mound.

“Suuuure...” Nina felt Usha press back against her hand.

Nina grinned to herself. The tranquilizers had brought Usha down to a very similar mental state to her post-questioning, and the unconscious association of Nina with intense sexual pleasure was causing her desires to replay.

“Very well...” She scooped a bottle of warmed lotion and several small toys from the basket. “Let my fingers do the walking...” Usha’s shirt came off, and Nina started to massage around the woman’s boobs, noting the erect nipples.

“Isn’t this nice?” she cooed, careful to apply only gentle pressure. “Having someone take care of you like this?”

Usha’s only reply was a moan of pleasure.

“It’s so important to rest, and relax,” Nina advised. “You don’t want to be thinking so hard all the time... You need time for Usha, don’t you?”

“Right...” Usha was having a very hard time concentrating on anything other than the wonderful sensations coming from her chest. It had been a very long time since anyone had spent quality time there. “Usha time...”

“There’s a place, Usha,” Nina murmured, brushing her cheek up against Usha’s neck, “where this happens all the time. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful place?” She turned the small vibrator onto its lowest setting, and started to play it along Usha’s lips.

“I can’t,” Usha whimpered, while grabbing Nina’s hand and pushing it down on herself more firmly. “I shouldn’t...”

“Oh, but you should, Usha. You very much should. You work so hard, it’s important to relax. You like to relax, don’t you?” Nina worked the vibrator further inside, and Usha shuddered in pleasure.

“I need... I need...”

“You need us to take care of you. I know,” Nina soothed, pressing the vibrator a little harder, yielding a small squeal from the now-helpless Usha. She shifted her position to sit over Usha’s knees, pinning the woman to the bed as she worked the device back and forth.

“So good...” Usha groaned.

Nina eased the vibrator out of Usha’s now slick, hot sex, and leaned down towards her. “Why don’t I take you to see my friends, Usha? We could do more of this...”

“Friends, yes...” Usha was quite incapable of thinking by now, solely driven by the loud demands of her body for sexual satisfaction. She was completely compliant as Nina guided her off the bed, and pulled her shirt and shorts back to their normal positions.

“Come with me, Usha.” Nina took the woman’s hand and led her out of the room, down some stairs, and along a corridor to a door marked “Training Room 2”.

“Here we are...” Nina unlocked the door with a key from her belt, and led the stumbling Usha into the room.

Three other women, all younger than Usha, were in there, curled together on the large bed that occupied about half of the room. They looked up lazily as Nina smiled at them.

“Girls, I’ve got another playmate for you. You’ll take care of her, won’t you?”

“Suuure,” said a blonde girl, reaching up. “Come us, honey.”

Usha was gently pulled down to the bed, and promptly hidden under a cover of mostly naked bodies. Her shorts vanished, and she gave a gasp as a mouth started to explore her slit. Another nuzzled at her neck and started to kiss around her.

“Have a lovely time,” Nina smirked, quietly closing the door behind her.

Besla ruefully regarded the iron shackles on her wrists. She had locked up so many prisoners that it felt particularly ironic to be locked up herself—in one of her own cells!

She had never taken much interest in the news. Occasionally they would receive a prisoner who was, according to her staff, well-known in the media, but Besla didn’t care about their origin: her concern was only what needed to be done to them, and where they were to be sent.

Therefore, the first she knew about a popular uprising was when a crowd gathered outside the Ministry doors, demanding retribution for some perceived wrongs. By the time that Besla realized that they were being coordinated and directed, they had breached the doors and were invading the building...

She coughed, and winced in pain. The invaders had not liked what they had found in the basement, and had taken it out on Besla and her staff. Only cool heads among their leaders had prevented Besla from being beaten to death, or indeed a number of other colorful and painfully fatal fates proposed by the angry crowd. Even then, she had taken more than a few good hard kicks while on the floor, and she was fairly sure that several of her ribs were broken.

There was a prolonged rattle at the door—somebody was clearly unfamiliar with the lock, which required you to lift up the key just before you turned it—and the Angry Mongol came in. Besla had given her the moniker because of the girl’s high cheekbones and double eyelids, twisted into a perpetual scowl.

“Get up.” She yanked at the chain between Besla’s wrists, pulling Besla to her feet with another stab of pain in her chest.

“They want you downstairs.” With that ominous pronouncement, she led Besla out of the cell and down old, cracked stone steps to the Ministry basement. Besla idly wondered why the girl bothered to lead—Besla had made the trip so many times, she could have done it in her sleep.

They had picked Interrogation Room #3 for her; the one with the most reliable lighting and power, although the furnace there was seldom working. She walked in to find several ‘revolutionaries’ glaring at her. Unusually, the room smelled of antiseptic—someone had clearly spent time trying to clean the floor and walls—and the interrogation table had been wrapped in plastic, presumably because it would be too much work to clean it properly of the detritus from many years of abuses.

“Put her on the table.” The Angry Mongol watched as Besla was secured.

“If it were up to me,” the Angry Mongol hissed, “these would be the most painful, and final, hours of your life.” She looked over her shoulder. “However, someone else wants to talk to you.”

“Hello, Besla.” The Director walked into her vision.

Besla had a decent brain, and was innately suspicious of everything and everyone, but even so, she had not expected to see the Director here. It took a few seconds before she came up with an explanation.

“You sold out, huh?”

“Sold out? My dear Besla, I bought into this.” She paused. “My... associates here have provided me with a long and, frankly, horrible list of what they want to do to you. Given what you and your staff did to their families and friends, I really can’t blame them.“

“I’m not going to beg.” Besla had many faults, one of which was obstinacy.

“Really? Personally, I would have tried my best to humanize myself to my captors. But then, that may be why I am a professional psychiatrist and you were a jailhouse thug.” The Director did not try to hide her distaste.

“You’re still here, talking to me. Do your worst, I really don’t care any more.” Besla gave a “humph!” and stared up at the still-dirty ceiling.

The Director sighed. “It may be a difficult concept for you, Besla, but many of us still have ethical standards. ‘Two wrongs do not make a right’—while letting my colleagues here perpetrate ‘natural justice’ on you might feel justified, it would still be ethically wrong, and in fact would be bad for my colleagues’ souls. No, I have something in mind for you that might just, eventually, bring you back into the land of humanity.”

“However,” she smiled at her colleagues, “there is still a matter of justice. You, Besla, were complicit and participated in some rather horrible acts against normal people in this room, and others like it. It seems only fair that we give you a ‘taste’ of some similar medicine—though, without actually damaging you.“

She became business-like. “Hold her arm, please.”

Strong hands pinned Besla’s arm immobile while the Doctor drew up a syringe, swabbed the muscle and carefully injected the drug into Besla.

“Thank you. So, Besla,” she said, dropping the syringe into a sharps bin, “there’s nothing that you know which I particularly want to know. Therefore, my expertise in interrogation is rather moot. Instead, we are going to explore the limits of stimulation on the human body. Yours, to be precise. You know, I’m so glad that you keep yourself in good shape—even if it is mostly from tuning-up dissidents...”

Three woman appeared from behind the Director, dressed in scrubs, aprons, long gloves and masks. They surrounded the pinned Besla, and started cutting off her clothes.

“While I had the dubious pleasure of watching you at work, Besla, you have never seen what I do. It’s going to be quite the learning experience.“

The Director peered at Besla’s naked body. “Hmm, that looks painful.” She pointed at the left side of Besla’s chest, which was purple and yellow with bruises. “I assume you got that when they took over this facility?” Besla ignored her. “We’d better avoid that area when we secure her.” She smeared some pungent ointment on a thick cotton pad, and taped it over the bruising.

The women started to further secure Besla with straps anchored along the side of the table. She was left with her arms and legs spread wide, unable to move more than her fingers.

“Can we get the lights, please?” The Director watched as several tall lights were brought around the table and turned on. Then, the room lights were switched off, leaving Besla’s restrained body in a pool of bright light, surrounded by shadow.

“Electrodes, please. I’m sorry this takes a while, Besla; it turns out that mounting an invasion of the mind requires rather more preparation than just the body. Still,” she chuckled, “it’s not as if you had anything pressing on your schedule, is it?”

“For the love of... Can you just get this over with?” snarled Besla, as the women started to place sets of electrodes around her body. “You’re all talk, talk....” She paused, looking suddenly confused. “What... Did you say something?”

“The psychedelic medicine I istered earlier is likely taking effect,” the Director explained. “We find it very useful in psychiatry to ‘free up’ the mind from its usual constraints. You will start to have auditory and visual hallucinations. Music, please.“

A slow, somewhat Middle-Eastern music track started to play in the background, with a steady drum beat and strange twanging from some stringed instruments.

“This next part may be a little uncomfortable,” warned the Director. “However, it is important that you feel the complete loss of physical control that results.” Besla was starting to find it difficult to concentrate on what the Director was saying; the movement around the table was causing strange and alarming shadows to appear.

She gasped as something started to invade her pee hole. Unable to move away, or grab it, she perspired as she felt it slide inside her, then stop, and then suddenly she felt her pee start to flow out.

“Perfect,” said the Director with a smile in her voice. “Now the other side.”

A cold metal plug was pushed into her bottom, causing her to squeal in discomfort, before seating itself inside her. It was followed by a similar device that filled her sex.

The Director leaned over Besla, now wearing a black mask. “How does it feel, Besla, to lose complete control of your body? It’s ours now.”

Besla opened her mouth to retort, but then the device in her rear activated, powerful electrical pulses causing her muscles to contract involuntarily. She briefly lost the ability to speak as she tried vainly to fight against it. After ten seconds, it faded away again.

“What... what was that?” she gasped.

“The beginning,” the Director informed her. Another needle went into Besla’s arm. “Now, this medicine is fast-acting. It won’t be long before you don’t know where you are—or who you are. But, you will know what’s happening to you...”

The music started to get louder, with a faster beat. Now other parts of Besla’s body—her breasts, her thighs, and then her sex—started to light up in the same way. Things started to appear in her vision that she knew couldn’t possibly be there.

“Up two more, please.” The convulsions across Besla’s body became stronger until they were almost squeezing the breath out of her. Now, impossibly deep inside her, it was as if her bladder was fluttering like a butterfly. There was a thumping in her ears, and it felt like she was spinning in a whirlpool.

“Take her now.” Besla squealed as something pressed against her clit and fired a long jolt of electricity through it. She might have peed herself, she couldn’t tell, but now she could feel that a climax was not far away. She strained her body, trying somehow to reach it...

“Not yet, Besla.” The Director’s eyes were glowing red above her mask. Besla shook her head, trying to reject the image, but hands steadied her head before a strap was applied to hold it in place.

“Grrrnnn!” Besla had not found much requirement for physical intimacy for a long while, her work providing quite adequate satisfaction for her. Now her body was trying to how to manage it, flailing to find a familiar sensation of some kind.

“Come to me, Besla.” The jolts through her were nearly unbearable, and her clit was on fire. “Come for me...“

“AAAAAAAAAHH!” she cried, all semblance of control gone. Her body flooded with heat, shaking beneath her restraints, and her muscles convulsed until she thought her bones might break. Her vision was tunnelling, but those glowing red eyes were still in the center...

Everything was black. The music was still playing in the background but it sounded more distant, as if it were in another room. Slow, almost gentle pulses of pleasure were traveling through her sex.

“Where are you?” A soft, teasing question that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

“I...” She closed her eyes and opened them, but everything was still black. Except that, the more she stared into it, strange dark red or purple blotches started to appear at the edges of her vision—or whatever it was that her brain was doing.

“Bes...laaaa...” Now the voice had a mocking tone, but she still couldn’t locate it.

The pulses inside her started to strengthen, and go longer. She groaned as a particularly sharp one ran through her nub, trying in vain to move her hands towards it.

“Where are you going, Bes... laaaa?” The strange patterns in her eyes started to spin as she breathed faster and faster. “Where are going?”

Now her breasts suddenly caught fire, lightning seeming to arc between her nipples. Another impossible jolt through her sex, and her body felt as if she had started to vibrate. She could feel the next climax building, stoking its fire as it circulated within her, picking up energy and heat like a tornado of fire.

She screamed, a pure animal sound of frustration, desire and something beyond anger. The pulses within her we’re now so rapid today they ed together into one driving, burning, impossible demand...

The Director winced at the sound coming out of Besla. Her ears were ringing from the piercing shriek.

“My goodness! I’m surprised she didn’t actually explode.”

She regarded the panting woman, now blindfolded and ears covered by headphones, beads of sweat all over her body.

“You’ve still got a way to go, Besla,” she said, ensuring that her microphone was off. “I think you can take this for at least another half an hour.“

She turned to the assistants. “I need to go back to the Institute to prepare for her arrival. Once she goes over the cliff, just sedate her and get her ready for transport.”