The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chaya woke to darkness, silence, and a headache. As she came back to wakefulness, she realized that something was wrapped around her head, blanketing eyes and ears. When she tried to give a groan, she discovered something rubber-tasting in her mouth; she could still breathe just fine, but it stubbornly limited any kind of speech.

She was lying on a mat of some kind. When she tried to move her arms, she discovered that they were secured behind her back. Her legs were free, but, as she carefully pushed them out to explore her surroundings, they encountered the unmistakable iron bar pattern of a cage. It was maybe five by three feet, and about three feet high—more of an animal cage than human size.

Her right hip ached. With some difficulty, she maneuvered her right hand there, and touched what felt like a dressing—directly over the place where her locator chip was—had been. But how had they found it? It only responded to a certain coded query. And, who were “they”?

Deaf, blind, and immobile, with no obvious prospects for rescue, Chaya couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. If Saira really had got her—and additionally, presumably, Ophir and Talia at least—she couldn’t imagine her simply letting the team go. There were, of course, rumors about what had happened to Saira’s various opponents in the past, but it was very hard to separate fact from fiction.

Chaya feared that soon, however, she would be doing exactly that.

The top concern about Saira came from one of the very few things known about her: she had been an extremely capable biochemistry researcher before sliding over to her current, more lucrative, and much more dangerous track. With access to the right substances and equipment—both of them almost impossible to restrict, or even track meaningfully—she was viewed as quite capable of synthesizing both chemical and biochemical neurotoxic agents. That said, the sheer investment required to build an artificial synthesis lab was viewed by the intel wonks as impractical, given her likely funding sources. Chaya, a veteran of multiple intelligence screw-ups, had been less sanguine.

One aspect that gave them at least a small investigative advantage was that Saira apparently refused to recruit any men into her organization. This enabled a surprisingly efficient pruning of potential leads, and had led them to this location.

Chaya’s kidon had been given very specific orders: if Saira couldn’t be captured, she was under no circumstances to be allowed to escape.

She had no track of time, but must have fallen asleep again, because suddenly hands were grasping underneath her shoulders, and gently but firmly pulling her out of the cage. With no reasonable alternative, she allowed them to do so, being guided to a kneeling position.

The pressure around her head suddenly relaxed, and the hood was pulled away. Chaya blinked to clear her eyes, now able to see that she was in a small, dimly-lit room. The cage was just as she had pictured it: roughly constructed, but perfectly effective. Idly, she wondered if Saira used it to cage animals used in her experiments—then had to control her instincts, to squash the fear that suddenly rose in her.

Flanking her were two women in long, modest beige dresses. They did not appear to be stern or threatening; the older of the two even looked motherly.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked, politely.

Chaya, still gagged, nodded.

The woman took a plastic syringe with a long nozzle, drew up some water from a bottle, and carefully guided the nozzle through the holes in the gag. She slowly squeezed it, and Chaya gratefully gulped down the cool, slightly sweet water.

Two more doses, then the women took Chaya’s arms again and helped her to stand. Her legs were wobbly, no doubt from her cramped position, and she flexed her leg muscles a few times to drive the blood back.

“You are in Saira’s palace,” the younger woman explained. At least she didn’t use the word “lair”, “laboratory”, or “dungeon”. “She welcomes you as her supplicants.” That—was less reassuring.

“Come with us.” They walked Chaya out of the small room and down a long corridor, similarly dimly lit. Chaya looked around, and tried to listen for any audible clues as to where she was, but it was frustratingly quiet.

“We thought you would want to see your friends first,” the older woman explained, opening a heavy pair of double doors. “Saira has most generously given them to her acolytes in the Black Chamber.”

The room was long, painted black, with occasional red lights on the wall or hanging from the ceiling casting what illumination was required. Chaya looked with concern at the furnishings—solid wood and iron, clearly designed to hold humans in various positions for ease of access.

They brought her around a rack, and in front of her Chaya saw Talia. The relief that she was alive was tempered by Talia being firmly secured by arms and legs while bent over a low bench, her bottom held high in the air. Behind her, a figure in a black chador and veil was carefully adjusting a long red rubber toy with various protrusions, sliding it in and out of Talia’s sex, to the accompaniment of groans from Talia’s gagged mouth. Occasionally she would slap Talia’s bottom cheeks with her hand, or probe Talia’s body with a wand that made an electrical crackling sound that was nearly drowned out by muffled squealing.

The dressing visible in the small of Talia’s back confirmed Chaya’s fears about their trackers, and no doubt explained how the kidon and lost track of her—and been led to Amal’s “cafe”.

“Your friends are very fortunate,” the older woman continued, leading Chaya away from Talia, who was casting desperate looks at her. “The acolytes of the Black Chamber are highly skilled, and much in demand.”

A woman, pale-skinned and blonde, whom Chaya did not recognize, was bound to an X shaped frame. Another black clad figure was dripping wax from a candle across her bare breasts, while her nipples were pinched by pegs. The women walked Chaya past her, and over to a low table at the far side of the room.

Here, Ophir’s head was just visible, emerging from a black bag that was tightly wrapped and strapped around her body. Similarly gagged, her face was pale and perspiring; the bunches of wires which emerged from several slits in the bag, and connected to several humming black boxes alongside the table suggested what was happening to her. The acolyte attending her was carefully adjusting dials and pressing buttons on the boxes, watching Ophir carefully to gauge her reactions.

At least, they didn’t seem to have Naomi. Chaya gave a small internal sigh of relief, despite what was happening to her other two friends—and what might well await her.

“Your other friend is even more fortunate,” the younger woman piped up, immediately crushing Chaya’s hope. “Saira has selected her to assist in Saira’s work. She should be very honored.”

“They’re still preparing her; we may be able to see her later,” agreed the older woman. “But come, we are wasting your time.” She pushed through another set of double doors.

Stumbling, Chaya was guided after her. Her legs were feeling weak again, and wobbling. The younger woman was having to Chaya under her shoulders to keep her more or less vertical. Chaya was relieved when they left the next corridor after only twenty feet or so, turning into a small room.

The room itself was only just big enough for a low table, about six feet by three, covered in a purple drape. The two women helped an increasingly uncoordinated Chaya onto the table, unlocking her arms and guiding her to a supine position. The table felt hard, but with her muscles all apparently useless, Chaya was just relieved to be stable.

The younger woman pulled up the drape from one side and over Chaya’s body, repeating with the other side so that only Chaya’s head was uncovered. The older woman helped bring two broad straps over her, holding her not tightly, but firmly onto the table.

“The Succubi will come for you soon,” the older woman assured Chaya, stroking her cheek. “They will wait for Saira’s relaxant to take full effect in you. You will find your time with them an experience like no other.” With that bland but ominous pronouncement, she and her colleague left.

Chaya could now see that there was a second entrance to the small room, a pair of heavy purple curtains apparently fastened together. She wondered who the Succubi were, but was more immediately concerned by the now complete lack of control over her muscles. Her head lolled, and she was drooling behind her gag. Despite that, there was a tingling that was growing steadily stronger, spreading across her body.

Suddenly, silently, they arrived. The heavy curtains parted, and three women surrounded her. Unlike the others, they were heavily made-up, with exaggerated dark eyes and lashes, but as naked as Chaya, with only elaborate henna patterns covering their bodies. They carried with them a strong scent of spice that teased Chaya’s nostrils.

One dexterously removed Chaya’s gag, casting it aside, and bent down to lock eyes with her. Chaya could not help but be transfixed, like a rabbit in headlights, by her intense gaze.

“Bring her.” The curt command prompted the other two to undo the straps holding Chaya, then scoop their hands underneath her. With little apparent effort, they took Chaya in her drape through the heavy curtains, and into a warm, dimly-lit room.

They lowered her onto something soft, and pulled the drape open to expose Chaya’s naked and flaccid body. Chaya would have felt embarrassed, but her over-active mind was already very concerned about how vulnerable she was. She doubted that this was for her benefit.

To her surprise, the three women kneeled around her, poured oil onto their hands from a small jar, and started to massage her body. The oil was warm, and scented, and the feeling of their smooth hands stroking her skin was starting to arouse Chaya, despite her fear. They were thorough in their attentions, systematically kneading and molding Chaya. Her breasts received a great deal of focus, with the women careful to be gentle in their oiling, but persistent in stroking around them, eventually causing Chaya to let out a groan of ecstasy.

Other warm hands attended to her thighs, carefully spreading them before moving deeper in. The silence of the three women was itself erotic; there was faint music in the background, but the loudest noise was from the slick motions of hands on skin. Chaya gave another groan as the questing hands between her thighs started to brush up against her now highly sensitive lips.

Eventually, the three women took hold of Chaya’s now warm, oily body, and rolled her over. The hands now attended to her back, and she felt her bottom cheeks being gently spread before velvet fingers started to stroke inside there.

Chaya was in a blissful haze by the time that warm towels were gently dabbed onto her, soaking up the excess oil, and she was carefully rolled back to face upwards.

Now, the apparent leader of the women leaned over Chaya’s face again, staring directly into her eyes. Chaya could only stare back, mesmerized by the woman’s near-black irises, emphasized by heavy mascara and long, thick eyelashes.

A soft mouth closed around the top of her left breast, and she felt a tongue tickling at her sensitive areola. At the same time, slick fingers slid between her legs and found her warm, tingling slit. She gave an involuntary gasp as they entered her, teasing at her nub.

“Now, we take you,” breathed the leader, and drew Chaya’s right breast into her mouth. The sensations from the three invasions merged into each other, leaving Chaya staring helplessly at the ceiling as her body was carefully, slowly, ruthlessly taken over by the three women.

They made cunning use of her now-slick skin, sliding arms underneath her body and turning her over to lie with her face between one set of firm breasts, breathing in the spice scent and feeling the heat on her face while dexterous fingers spread her and played with her most sensitive parts. Tongues slid into her ears, mouth, and more intimate places, and her now hyper-sensitized body trembled with the distant warning signs of climax.

Finally, she felt strong arms around her neck, pulling her up and backwards. A pair of legs rose behind her, and she was sliding up them, the back of her head nestling under one woman’s chin. The still-gentle pressure around her neck caused her to start seeing stars bursting in her eyes.

Looking down, she saw a second succubus was waiting with a predator’s smile on her face. A dildo sprouted from a harness around her waist, clearly positioned to await Chaya. The pressure around her neck lessened slightly, and she started to slide back down. The succubus carefully changed her angle to match Chaya’s progress, and Chaya’s slit was inexorably pushed open to allow the toy to enter. She gave a near-reflexive groan as it filled her.

The equipped succubus slowly pumped her hips up and down, pushing further into Chaya with each movement. Chaya thought for a moment she might split apart, but then suddenly the succubus rose, clasped Chaya to her chest, and pulled her down.

Chaya had only a moment to wonder what was happening, before something slick started to push its way into her starfish. Her eyes nearly crossed at the doubled invasion, and she tried to say something, but the relaxant was still very much in effect. Helpless, she groaned as the second toy forced her open. There was a brief but incredibly sharp pain, then it found its place, pinning her immobile.

With the double assault, it was understandable that when the succubus penetrating Chaya’s rear squeezed a bulb at the base of the dildo, Chaya didn’t notice the cool fluid spraying inside her rectum. The succubus slowly rocked back and forth, ensuring that the serum was spread across the highly vascular interior, being absorbed into the blood stream and heading rapidly for the brain.

Chaya only knew that impossibly erotic sensations were flooding her, as her body was expertly worked by the succubi, and her lips trembled as even the relaxant serum was partly overwhelmed.

By the time that both succubi withdrew from Chaya, the girl was nearly insensible from stimulation. She was left wrapped in the furs that covered the succubi nest, staring at the dim ceiling of the room.

She started to re-emerge as a warm body closed on her from behind, spooning her.

“You can hear me,” murmured a seductive voice in her ear.

Another warm body nestled into her from the front, pressing a firm bottom against her mound.

“Do you feel the dreams?”

Her consciousness was slipping away. It was as if she were sinking into the furs, leaving her body behind.

“Tell me secrets,” murmured a voice, warm breath caressing her ear. “Tell us all your secrets... Let us touch you in the way that only we know...” Hands carefully teased her nipples, and others tickled around her bottom, making her whimper. “Tell us... everything, and we will do anything...“

Chaya could hear herself talking, but it was as if it was from a long way away. The words didn’t seem to make any sense to her, but the voice in her ear was praising her, agreeing with her, and the hands were continuing their irresistible exploration. It was all too hard to follow...

As she resurfaced, she realized that her legs were immobile; something soft but strong was wrapping them in place. She made me a vague effort to move her hand down there, but it was deftly caught and gently brought back to her side. Then the binding started to circle her body, holding her arms down. She thought maybe she should try to resist, but the voice was back in her ear, and her breasts were being expertly stroked to bring her back into submission. She sat ively as the binding wound around up to and over her shoulders; then, she was laid back down on the furs, securely cocooned.

The three beautiful faces were above her, looking down. One slowly descended, slipping her tongue between Chaya’s unresisting lips, and working all around Chaya’s mouth, apparently savoring her flavor.

As the mouth withdrew, another silken binding circled Chaya’s neck before starting to cover her head. Soon only from her eyes to her mouth was left exposure.

“We will be seeing you again.” With that huskily-whispered valediction, the silk closed over her eyes.

The girl opened her eyes, but everything was white.

It was very hard to think. She was warm, relaxed, held reassuringly tightly. She breathed cool air, and a subtle scent teased her nose.

“Welcome to Oblivion.”

The silk cover lifted from her eyes. Everything was still white, except an oval, olive shaded face above her, framed in a white cowl.

“Are you quite relaxed?” the face cooed. The girl struggled to understand the question. Her confusion must have shown in her face.

“You’re heavily sedated, my darling. We found it the most humane approach while we ister the Oblivion serum.” She indicated a plastic tube that ran from an I/V bag above the girl’s head, disappearing from her vision below her right cheek.

“I am Saira. Do you me?” The question was delivered with a coquettish smile.

The name triggered something in the girl’s brain. She tried to chase after it, but it melted away like butter.

“Oblivion is my proudest creation.” Saira gestured towards the I/V stand. “It slowly breaks down the biochemical structures in the brain that represent memories, while maintaining the underlying neural connections.” She touched the girl’s forehead with a light finger. “You’re left as a beautifully clean, white, piece of paper for me to write on.” Her smile widened. “Won’t that be wonderful?”

The girl moved her mouth, but no sound came out at first. Saira waited patiently until she could make out the croaked words “I... I am... I...", then placed her finger on the girl’s lips.

“You will be whatever I say.” She reached up to the I/V and adjusted a valve. “Another twelve hours, and the process should be complete. Let me send you back to dream...”

She waited until the eyelids fluttered shut, then wound the silk blindfold back around her head.

“Sleep deeply, my little servant. Soon, I will refill your mind.”