The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Have her brainwashed. I’ll hear the proposal once I know she’s loyal.”

“No!” I said as the chained women held my arms down. My arms went numb instantly from their powerful grip. I yelled out, “You can’t do this! If you brainwash me, you’ll lose everything I know! I’ll be no use to you!”

The guild-master held up his hand and the blank-faced slaves relaxed their grip. My arms filled with pins and needles as feeling returned. I clenched my fingers into a trembling fist and focused my glare on him. He was smiling, confidently.

“That is how they claim it works, isn’t it?” he said with sadistic amusement in his voice. In response, the slaves holding me down all nodded in perfect sync.

“But that’s not how it really works, is it, Lieutenant?”

The laughing, jovial man who had greeted me earlier suddenly became solemn. I watched in horror as a twisted grin crept across his face.

In all my research before our meeting, nothing indicated this was possible, let alone achieved.

The lieutenant turned and smiled at me. The joy in his eyes lacked any life it had moments before.

He was truly enslaved.

And I was next.

I leapt forward and tried to escape, but with lightning speed, the guards’ hands were on me, tearing off my clothes. I tried to cover myself but their powerful grip pried my arms away.

They forcibly escorted me out of the meeting room. The air was cold on my skin. The stone dragged painfully on my uncalloused feet. I resisted as much as I could, but there was nothing I could do to stop them.

I was taken into a small circular room made entirely of marble. The cold smooth floor brought relief to my raw feet. This room was so very different than the others. Like a cathedral hidden beneath the guild.

In the center of the room was a great oval mirror with a gold-leaf frame engraved in the same shape as the purple flowers. Facing the mirror was a sturdy-looking wooden chair with leather ties on the legs and armrests.

I was relieved to feel soft velvet instead of hard wood slam into my bare skin as I was forced into the chair. I’d stopped struggling at that point. I was helpless and outnumbered. Whatever was going to happen to me, I was powerless to stop it.

They still tied my arms to the armrests and my ankles to the front legs of the chair. I instinctively closed my knees, but they were pried apart by some unseen slave beneath me. I tried to look down, but strong hands held my head in place.

I couldn’t look away from the mirror.

In the reflection, I saw myself and the chair, but no one else. As if the people holding me in place were no longer considered people by the mirror. They were something less now. I somehow understood the mirror’s intention.

This was my fate if I did not comply. I could be mindless or I could remain myself. Either way, when this was done, I would serve the mirror’s master.

I nodded my head, making my understanding clear. Through the vectors of my eyes, I felt a connection. My consent allowed this connection to occur. The mirror felt my consciousness and I felt its own.

It had direct access to my mind. A feeling more pleasurable than I ever expected.

I smiled as I felt the magic flowing through its light into my mind where I reflected it back. I imagined her and thus she appeared before me. She was the self that I always wanted to be, but could never it existed.

The version of me that was an obedient slave to my master.

I knew this version of me didn’t exist. The mirror must have been lying to me. I’d only met him minutes ago, yet somehow, I knew I’d always fantasized about this.

All the fantasies were there in my memory. Kneeling before him, wearing the black chain collar his marked slaves wear, sucking his cock, letting him fuck me, letting him breed me, and so much more.

I ed as surely as I my own name: hundreds, no thousands of orgasms I had while thinking about him. Every time, imagining the moment when he finally brainwashed me.

And the mirror showed me what I would become when it was finally done.

My reflection was wearing dark vestments and my face was hidden behind a veil. I bore the symbol of The Dark Star, an ancient enemy of my former people. I had become its high priestess, and magic was once again mine to wield.

It was an act of blasphemy that my brainwashed mind couldn’t resist.

My vestments were lifted to reveal my beautiful form. He appeared and began taking me from behind. I tried to turn my head to see if he was really behind me, but the hands held me in place.

Someone else was behind me. It had to be true. He wasn’t really there. Yet, I could feel his perfect cock inside me as if he was.

In the reflection, I watched as the veil was pulled aside.

I was forced to behold my own ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took her, but after only a few thrusts, they came back into focus.

She met my gaze, and began to speak between the moans.

“I… can… be… your… greatest… pleasure…” she paused to moan sharply after a particularly hard thrust from her master. I tried to focus on her words, but I couldn’t stop looking at her eyes. The gray lifelessness I was cursed with had been replaced with the violet glow of the Dark Star.

And behind those eyes was the same ecstasy I had seen in every slave I’d met so far.

The cock inside slowed down and resumed his normal cadence. As his thrusts relaxed, my other self’s voice returned. “You must… accept… me…”

The offer was clear. I could choose to become the woman in the mirror and experience the joy she feels or I could become just as mindless as the cheap slaves the guild sold.

It wasn’t clear to me why I had a choice. Did they expect me to just decide to give in?

What if I didn’t?

Could they actually make me?

I couldn’t help but wonder if I could resist it. I still had a choice. I could give in or I could do nothing. If I did nothing, how long would this last?

What if I hold on? Will they eventually give up? Can I beat it?

The me in the mirror stopped moaning. Her look of ecstasy became a scowl, just like the guards at the auction.

“Give in or we just break your mind. You already understand, Lilena. The choice isn’t give in or remain free. It’s stay yourself or let them break you.”

With a final grunt and thrust, my master pulled back from the other me. I could see his seed dripping down my thighs.

By the Sun, it looked so hot.

I watched as she walked away from her very satisfied master. As she did, he began to glow with a supernatural beauty. The truth of his form was suddenly revealed to me.

He was a god walking the world in human form. I just somehow hadn’t noticed.

“That is the correct way of thinking, Lilena,” The other me, the slave me said.

Then I felt the tongue dragging across my clit. I had been lost in the mirror’s vision. I’d forgotten about the people holding me down. About how my legs were being forced apart. About how a slave was licking my pussy and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

With each lick, I was forced back into the mirror’s thrall. I saw a vision of myself accepting the other me’s gift. I became a enger in my own body as she controlled me.

I was standing beside my master as his newest enforcer. The thought of a dark elf being tamed into a loyal soldier would be shocking enough on its own to make anyone respect him.

I’d stand beside him for hours during the meeting. Arms crossed, not listening to the conversation. Just scanning the room back and forth. A free-minded girl would have been distracted, but my mind would be fully devoted. I felt the long dull orgasm forced upon me as I obeyed for hours; a reward for my dutiful service.

The pleasure was ri inside the real me as the woman focused her efforts on my clit. It got to be too much. My body couldn’t help but arch away from the pleasure that was beginning to veer on pain.

No matter how I flinched, she followed. The overwhelming pleasure became something I couldn’t escape. As I leaned higher and higher away from her tongue, I felt like I was shoving my mind upward into the mirror’s vision. It was engulfing me, but I was still me.

Thoughts of outlasting this began to return. It seemed impossible, but maybe…

“Lilena!” My other self called out to me, “We don’t have forever! They will erase you if you don’t accept me.” I could feel her fear in our now shared mind.

“He’ll erase both of us!”

She imagined it, and I could see it too. A blank-faced version of me, kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick to get it hard for real women. I’d become nothing but a toy. Something he jacks off into. An amusement because of my dark skin.

And when that amusement wore off, he’d sell me.

“It doesn’t have to be that way. If you accept me… if we become useful to him, he’ll keep us around.” I could hear the desperation in her voice, in my voice as she pleaded for her own survival.

And just like that, the entire world froze and I was left with a single undeniable truth.

She was right.

I still don’t know if I had genuinely come to that conclusion or if it was the mirror’s magic still affecting me, but it didn’t matter anymore.

She was right. If I didn’t accept her, they would just break my mind anyway.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I relaxed my body and slid into the licking girl beneath me. The pleasure from her tongue on my clit was just as overwhelming as before but that no longer mattered.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Only this.

I opened my eyes and stared into my own beautiful violet irises. The other me was smiling. She knew she’d won. That victory was overtaking her like an orgasm. The dark priestess I would soon become was getting off on my submission.

By the Dark Star, she looked so hot. I couldn’t wait to become her.

I could tell myself it was survival, and maybe there was even some truth to that. But at this point, I was undeniably curious. I wanted to know what it felt like. Even if that want scared me, I couldn’t deny its truth.

And very soon, I wouldn’t be afraid of that want ever again. I focused again on her gaze.

“Do it. Brainwash me.”

My reflection’s face twisted into that terrible smile I’d seen so many times now.

And I smiled along with her.

The woman in the mirror became ethereal, a phantom of violet energy, and flowed out of the mirror toward me. I just had to accept her.

This would be the last decision I’d ever make.

I was aware that I could still deny her. I briefly wondered what they would do if I denied her after she’d left the mirror.

It didn’t matter, because that wasn’t going to happen. I had already lost. Acceptance was just a formality at this point.

My phantom met my gaze, and I felt the question blooming like a tombflower within my own mind. Like the Nightbloom flower that carried the Dark Star’s power.

Yes, I thought to myself.

I arched my back as the sensation in my clit finally overtook me. The energy I’d been holding back without realizing it was suddenly erupting. I had already started to cum. The orgasm was just beginning, and I knew there was so much more pleasure to experience.

The phantom flew to me and we embraced. I pressed my lips against her and felt her tongue slip into my mouth as she began to dissolve. Her essence was flowing into my body.

I let her in. I opened every part of myself to her.

The true orgasm finally hit me. A muscle inside me I didn’t know I had clenched and all of a sudden, I was squirting all over the woman licking me. The hands holding my head in place relaxed and I looked down at the beautiful girl beneath me.

It was the girl I bought. The girl I had offered in exchange for an audience.

Her eyes were empty. Her face was dripping with my juices.

For a brief moment, I actually felt sorry for her.

But then I ed, I didn’t have to do that anymore. My mind had finally been liberated. By choosing happiness, I was able to free myself from the chain of empathy.

That girl deserved to be enslaved. She deserved to be marked by my juices, just as I deserved to squirt on her.

“We all act within the will of our Master,” I said aloud.

I felt the leather straps on my arms and legs loosen. The woman in the mirror was just a reflection of myself now. I saw myself rise from the chair. I gazed upon my own beautiful form in the mirror. Naked and alone.

I still didn’t see the slaves around me. They weren’t worth looking at.

All I could see was the faint violet glow in my own eyes. It had so beautifully supplanted the golden glow that once marked me as one of the Sun’s chosen.

I left the circular room and went back to the hallway. A guard noticed me and pointed down the hall.

He knew I’d be coming. He must have been told to give me directions.

I nodded and began walking along the path set out for me. The hall led to a single door, which was slightly ajar. I pushed the door open and walked into my master’s bedroom.

And there he stood waiting, his hands wrapped around a black chain.

I couldn’t wait to feel it around my neck.