The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was a small private hospital and Wendy’s husband, Andy, was there within three quarters of an hour of getting the phone call. It was some way out of town and he had trouble finding it—tucked away as it is well away from the road and behind some trees.

I wasn’t there when he arrived as I was in theatre assisting Lakshmi in her first operation on Wendy. Andy was worked up and slightly hysterical when he eventually burst into reception demanding to see his wife, not that I blamed him. The receptionists did their best to calm him down: explaining that Mrs Anderson was currently in surgery and that it could be late tomorrow before she was able to see anyone. They made him a coffee and summoned the duty nurse who conducted him to a small lounge, sat him down and answered his questions and concerns.

He wanted to know exactly what happened. The nurse, who was dressed more traditionally than her NHS colleagues, explained that she had been taken ill and had ed out, striking her head on the pavement and suffering a serious concussion as a result. She glanced at the notes and then added. “Apparently she also seems to have injured her hip or leg by landing awkwardly but we won’t know the extent of that until she comes out of theatre.”

Andy thanked her and seemed to calm down somewhat. “How serious is it? Is she going to die?”

“The concussion seems to have been caused by a skull fracture but again I won’t know how serious it is until after the operation.” The nurse smiled and patted his hand. “Everything possible is being done for her. Actually Mrs Anderson was very fortunate. Ms Gupta was here treating one of her patients when she was brought in and she’s taken over your wife’s case Ms Gupta really is a talented surgeon.

“In fact she was doubly fortunate as the lady who was brought in with her, Ms Cox, is also a surgeon and she offered to assist.” The nurse smiled a reassuring smile and waited for the expected question... She didn’t have long to wait.

Andy Anderson suddenly sat bolt upright. “Gupta? Dr Lakshmi Gupta?” He said in a surprised voice.

“Do you know of her, sir?” The nurse asked feigning puzzlement.

Andy nodded in a kind of jerky, panic stricken way. “She’s a friend of Stephanie’s... That’s Stephanie Cox, the other surgeon... Stephanie is a friend and colleague of my wife’s—they were out for a meal when the accident happened.”

The nurse nodded. “Yes, I am aware of that, Sir. I believe that your wife is a Theatre Sister at the local NHS hospital.”

Andy frowned. “Is this a private hospital?” He demanded.

“Why, yes, sir, do you have a problem with that?” The nurse asked while hoping that she wasn’t going to face another anti-private medicine tirade.

“But we can’t afford to go private, we don’t believe in it anyway! We don’t have that sort of insurance.”

The nurse smiled again. “Apparently your wife is insured, Sir, and the costs of her procedures, stay in hospital, medication and any follow treatment required are covered by her policy.” The nurse consulted her notes. “According to this document, the policy was taken out by Ms Cox herself sometime ago.”

According to the nurse, Andy looked as if he had been hit by a bus.

At that very moment not a hundred yards away, Lakshmi and I were gently inserting the fourth electrode through the tiny hole that she had lasered through the dome of Wendy’s skull while the gas pusher looked on from behind her bank of monitors and gauges. All was going well! Four in, four to go.

“Adhesive please, nurse.” I requested quietly and then dribbled a tiny amount of the liquid plastic around the wire where it ed into the tiny hole. It would hold the thing in place for the week or so that it was needed.

I had been surprised when Lakshmi had informed me of what we were going to do although the procedure came as no surprise to the rest of the theatre team—no doubt they were used to working with Ms Gupta.

“Okay, next one: if the patient’s up to it.” Lakshmi said and glanced up at the gas pusher who nodded her consent. She was smiling too—I could tell by her eyes.

They were a good team, and although I had never worked with any of them before, I seemed to fit in well. The operation went smoothly.

There were no complications and two hours later I found myself sharing the changing room with them, where after showering, we were dressing in normal clothes. Lakshmi was cheerful and if anything, the anaesthetist was ecstatic. To my surprise they seemed to be an uninhibited group and weren’t afraid to show it. Two of the nurses were snogging quietly in the corner and didn’t even break off when someone delivered coffee: I guessed it might have been their way of unwinding after the pressure of a long and stressful procedure.

The anaesthetist in particular was pleased with herself. “You owe me big-time now, Lakshmi, you really do!” She chortled as she seemed to hop from foot to foot in excitement.

Puzzled, I watched without saying anything. There was a lot going on that I didn’t understand although, come to think of it, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.

“Relax, Ramona,” Lakshmi said with a grin, “tell me what you want and I’ll see that you aren’t disappointed.”

Ramona looked surprised “Don’t be a tease. You know what I want!”

“Ah yes, a puppy-girl—if I correctly.” Lakshmi said and winked at me to let me know that she was gently teasing the woman. It was all good natured banter, or so I hoped.

To my surprise Ramona plonked herself down on Lakshmi’s lap and threw her arms around my friend. “That’s right, a playful lesbian puppy girl. She must be small and petite with small breasts and an arse that’s in proportion: oh, and long, shiny black hair.” She ran her fingers Lakshmi’s long tresses before continuing. “Long sexy, shiny black hair, just like yours, darling.”

Lakshmi chuckled. “Are you going to supply the girl or do you want me to?”

“I’ll leave that to you, dear, you have the s after all.” The anaesthetist smiled and giggled. “Something exotic would be nice something slim and pretty something no older than twenty that looks much younger. Broken in but not too obedient or submissive, oh, and she must bark and yelp just like a real dog.”

“Umm,” Lakshmi began, “actually supplying the girl will cost extra... Say assist with another three operations after the current subject as well as those that your plaything needs...”

The gas-pusher sighed. “I might as well be working for you full-time.”

“Well the offer’s there.” Lakshmi said before pulling the woman’s head down until their lips met. The kiss was a long one but it ended suddenly when tonight’s theatre sister emerged from the showers, dressed only in a towel. She spotted them and made a ‘harrumphing’ sort of sound while looking daggers.

Ramona blushed, her very pale skin reddening noticeably, and rattled off something harsh at the theatre sister in a language that I didn’t understand but later discovered was Finnish.

The other woman answered in the same language and a back and forth developed that became a little heated. As I watched I realised that there was a real similarity between the two woman that went beyond skin colour, hair and apparently, temperament. I hadn’t noticed before because I had only seen them masked and gowned—but dressed as they were now, well they looked as if they might even be sisters.

Suddenly Ramona reverted to English. “But darling, I am only doing it for you. Lakshmi is going to find us that doggie-girl that you’ve always wanted.”

The theatre-sister smiled which made them look even more alike. “Wonderful when do we operate? she must only be able to move around on all fours.”

The woman jumped up from Lakshmi’s lap, bounded across the room and threw her arms around the woman, dislodging her towel in the process. They then kissed and became quite animated: their recent argument completely forgotten... Not only did the look very much alike but they seemed to be exactly the same height!

Eventually their heads moved apart and Ramona turned to me. “That woman of yours, the one we’re operating on: she’d make a delightful pet—she’s too big for a puppy or a kitty-cat and too small for a pony but with her curves and tits, she’s just asking to become a hucow.”

My head spun a little and it was not just because of tiredness for I knew that it would be a long time before I could get the vision of hucow-Wendy out of my mind.

It was late Sunday afternoon and Wendy was propped up in bed on by a mound of pillows. She was also in-traction to relieve the pressure on her pelvis and the hip that was suspected of being fractured during her fall,

She was in one of the secluded private rooms that were part of the annex at the back of the little hospital. Andy, her husband had still not been able to visit her and had been assured by the doctor—Lakshmi—that she needed to be kept sedated but was making an excellent recovery although she would need further surgery to relieve the affects of the major concussion that she had received. He had been allowed to sit in with her for awhile each time he visited. She had been unconscious all of the time that he had been there and would be every time he called for at least the next week. This was easy to ensure... Reception would notify us whenever he came to visit and it only took a few seconds for someone to ister an injection...

According to Lakshmi, the less actual there was between them over the next week or so the better. A view that I whole-heartedly ed. We were weaning her off him after all!

So here she was propped-up in bed and immobilized by being in traction... Okay, there had been no hip fracture or damage to her pelvis but we had operated on the latter early on so as to widen it somewhat and alter its angle to ensure that arse was broader and stuck out even more than it had. This was a procedure not performed in orthodox surgery or at least not often in the western world but I am told that the procedure is far from rare in the far east.

What else were we up to? Hypnotic and biochemical conditioning, that’s why the electrodes had been inserted into her brain. Lakshmi reckoned that they would shorten the time needed even further as they would allow her to monitor brain function much more precisely than a standard electroencephalograph would: they would also allow direct stimulation of the centres controlling pleasure and revulsion so that we could directly reinforce her conditioning. Two of them, however, allowed electrical currents to be ed through the lobes responsible for the formation and processing of memories... Well we wouldn’t want her ing what was being done to her, would we? Lakshmi was also pretty sure that she could use this technique to disrupt and selectively damage some of my bff’s more pleasurable memories of her husband and their time together.

It worked simply enough. Wendy was shown pictures—masses of pictures—this began with neutral ones like flowers and landscapes that would be unlikely to get a sexual response. This allowed baselines to be drawn. Once these were established she was shown pictures of women and men... the former always being accompanied by a jolt to her pleasure centres while men received the opposite stimulus!

After this pictures of couples were flashed up onto her little screen; two women together would trigger the stimulation of her pleasure centres while a man and a woman would receive the opposite response. Hopefully this would go some way towards undermining Wendy’s heterosexuality.

All this took time however although Lakshmi reckoned that the process could be completed within the three weeks of Wendy’s stay and by the end of it she would be a submissive lesbian with a real phobia for cocks, who disliked men in general and her husband in particular. At the end of the three weeks the electrodes would be removed and no one would ever suspect that they’d ever been there.

It is a slow delicate process, fucking with someone’s mind. But Lakshmi was a past-master (or should that be past-mistress?) at this sort of thing. I spent a lot of time with her while Wendy was hospitalised, as much as I could in fact and to facilitate things I even took a spot of annual leave. I was still a surgeon at a major NHS hospital and did not dare do anything that would damage my career. Our colleagues were sympathetic and very concerned about Wendy, who was a popular member of the staff and I was constantly bombarded with questions and enquiries. One or two of them seemed put out that she was receiving private medical treatment: actually this was a prejudice that I had shared until very recently: right up to the moment that I saw its benefits first hand, in fact.

During the second week her hips were modified which meant that she would need to be in traction for a further few weeks which was fantastic as it meant that we had even longer to ‘re-program’ her. By the third week, Andy was visiting her every day but the poor man couldn’t help but notice just how standoffish his wife had become. “Why’s she become like this?” He asked the nurse who said that it could be a result of her head injury and offered to give the doctor a call.

Luckily Lakshmi was on the scene so she did her best to reassure him that these things could happen but usually were just a ing phase in the recovery process. “She’s going through a lot at the moment,” she told him using all of the sincerity that she could fake. “She’ll probably be back to her old self after she gets back home.”

“But her legs...” He began.

“Mrs Anderson will be out of traction in a couple of weeks. Her pelvis is knitting together nicely—it was a nasty fracture, after all.” Don’t worry, sir, she’s receiving the best care that we can provide.”

She was actually very convincing and never once gave Andy any cause to believe that she didn’t actually give a shit about either him or his marriage. Sometimes I wonder if she had missed her vocation and should have been an actress not a doctor... At one stage she even had me believing her, which is dangerous!

However he wasn’t satisfied just to be reassured and for some reason he launched into a tirade about the “evil’s” of the private sector: like most teachers he was a committed socialist. Lakshmi had just smiled and pointed out that if his wife had been taken to an NHS hospital, then she would probably spent several hours waiting in the back of the ambulance before she had been itted which would have meant that she would not have received the prompt treatment that her severe concussion required and might even have died.

She smiled and patted his hand. “Don’t worry, Andy, she’ll be just fine and it’s likely that she won’t much of this—head injuries are like that.”

Part-way through the third week Lakshmi gave Wendy breast augmentation, boosting her “C’s” to gorgeously feel-able “E’s”. Hopefully her husband wouldn’t notice or if he did maybe he’d like the improvement: but if he didn’t, then so what? I wanted her to have bigger tits and that’s all that mattered.

No, whatever he thought was irrelevant: he belonged to her past: I was her future—a future in which he would be history.

Actually it was about now that Lakshmi made good her promise to help Ramona and her partner. She vanished for a couple of days only to return in the ambulance that she had used to transport Wendy, No, she wasn’t ill or injured, but neither was the highly sedated Japanese girl that it had also been transporting. The team was assembled within a couple of hours, myself included, and then it was straight into surgery without her being allowed to regain consciousness. As her clothing was cut away prior to surgery I thinking that these were the last things that she’d ever wear... After all. Doggies don’t wear clothes, do they?

Afterwards Lakshmi and I were relaxing in her room at the rear of the hospital, it was a room that I shared when I needed to stay the night there. She slipped her arm around me as we sat drinking brandy while going over what had needed to be done to convert the girl into a pet animal. Just like with Wendy, the electrodes had gone into her brain first of all: they weren’t part of the conversion but they would make conditioning much easier when it was started in a few days time.

The modifications to her body had been more extreme than anything that had been done to Wendy and had begun with a breast reduction to bring her small “B’s” down to “A’s”: small tits didn’t appeal to me, but this was what Ramona and her wife/twin-sister, wanted so who was I to argue?

Next she had been given a hysterectomy to irreversibly sterilize her: Lakshmi left her ovaries in place so that they could produce oestrogen but that was all, No womb meant no periods which meant that she would always be available for sex, Her pussy had been left in-place as both Ramona and her partner wanted to fuck their puppy-girl. I mention this because Lakshmi’s hucow no longer had one... She still had her crotch crease, clitty and labia but most of her vagina had been removed when she had been sterilized.

I had asked her owner about this and she had just shrugged and said. “She has a phobia about being fucked that way so there was no point in leaving it in. When I want to have sex with her my strap-on goes up her arse... Which is what you will have to do if and when you fuck Wendy. It’s a small price to pay for shortening her conditioning time.”

The next thing to be done to the puppy-girl was the removal of her finger and toe nails... When I asked Lakshmi about this she just grinned and said. “Wait and see.”

Finally her hips were pinned and her knee movement was limited by stops. This meant that she couldn’t straighten her legs so that she would have to walk on all-fours for the rest of her life: dogs do not walk around on their hind legs and neither can she now.

“What’s left to be done?” I asked.

Lakshmi kissed me and said. “Oh a couple of minor procedures on her hands and feet, but they’ll have to wait until her fingers and toes have healed. Other than that its just a matter of altering her sexuality, reducing her IQ and curing her bad habits... You, know: thinking and speaking, although we will be training her to bark and yelp... It’s all just a matter of conditioning and the electrodes will speed that up.”

She then chuckled nastily. “Ramona and her other half really will owe me big-time for their pet... They don’t know it yet but they’ll be on my surgical team for years.”

I rested my head on her shoulder and sighed, Lakshmi was a warm comforting presence. “Where did y’ get the Japanese girl from?” I asked.

Lakshmi smiled. “London: where else? You can get anything there if you are patient and know where to look.”

Ten minutes later we climbed into bed together and fell asleep almost immediately: It had been a long session in the operating theatre and we were actually too tired for sex.