The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Butler Stevens was alarmed.

A state-of-the-art robot who was designed to act as a butler, cleaner, and de facto security guard for his purchaser, among many other duties, he had been privy to many of the goings on at the Maroni estate. Normally they were of little consequence.

What had happened earlier tonight, however, was a different story.

You see, in addition to having him man the entrance, Mr. Maroni also had him check the security cameras. For some reason, he also had cameras in his basement and master bedroom though he would usually deactivate them at night. Tonight, of all nights, however, —you guessed it—he did not do so

This meant Butler Stevens saw all of Mr. Maroni’s salacious behavior with the Cain sisters. He knew Mr. Maroni had a large libido, but he never thought he would facilitate incest. Moreover, him binding and brainwashing Channon Cain—and, by the looks of it, earlier brainwashing Cassandra Cain, had thrown him for a loop.

You see, Butler Stevens was part of a special model of robots that could also feel human emotion and empathy—sort of like the David from that old Steven Speilberg movie Artificial Intelligence. What he saw before him caused him to have a lot of the latter, at least for the two Cain sisters.

Both his programming (and his intuition) told him that something sinister was afoot and that he had to learn more about it. Unfortunately, that quest was truncated by a buzz from the intercom. “Hello?” a female voice said. “I’m Aisha Burleigh and I am part of the quartet he hired. He invited me for over Christmas dinner.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Stevens affirmed. “Welcome, Aisha. Mr. Maroni is waiting for you.”

Stevens then let Aisha in, apprehensive about what the night ahead had in store for both.

2.

Cassandra was right. Mr. Maroni’s homestead was amazing. The abundance of rooms, the hot tubs, the bottled water and newspaper guests got when they arrived—and most impressive of all a robot butler. She hoped the food at dinner would be just as wonderful.

Speaking of which, the robot butler was taking Aisha to the dining room. She looked around and saw a group of three going in the same direction. It was Cassandra, Channon, and an old man—she guessed he was Mr. Maroni. They were all formally dressed. Cassandra and Channon were in black velvet dresses, black tights and dress shoes, while Mr. Maroni was wearing a smart grey suit and tie with black dress shoes.

Aisha was wearing the same thing as her two bandmates. A Canadian of African descent (a native of Nova Scotia actually) she a nice smile, bright green eyes, and sleek black hair with cornrows.

She was also ready to sample the Christmas dinner in front of her. It had everything you’d expect and more. A huge amount of turkey, duck meat, mashed potatoes and gravy ham, mixed vegetables, soft and buttery baguette rolls, and more.

The desserts weren’t too shabby either. In fact, they were exquisite. There were cinnamon rolls, a chocolate lava cake, lemon squares, cream-filled donuts, and chewy chocolate cookies that tasted as if they were fresh from the oven. By the end of the meal, all four of them were stuffed.

About 15 minutes later, everyone’s stomach had settled. “Ashley,” Mr. Maroni began. “Have you been practicing the song with your bandmates?”

“Oh yes,” Aisha responded truthfully. “It’s a complicated piece but I think I’ve got the hang of it. Sumi does too.”

“Unfortunate she couldn’t come today,” Cassandra added.

“Oh, I know that” Mr. Maroni assured. “What I would like to ask Aisha is if she would be willing to see my recording studio and listen to a sample of the song I’ve hired you to play.”

“It’s amazing,” Channon chimed in.

“I second that,” Cassandra said.

“Sure,” Aisha said. “Why not? It would probably help me play even better.”

“Excellent,” Maroni said as he got up from his chair. “Follow me ladies,” he instructed. A few seconds later, the trio did so.

3.

The more Butler Stevens read about Mr. Maroni’s plan, the more aghast he became. You see, the original tryst between the Cain sisters had piqued his curiosity.

Moreover, as Mr. Maroni’s butler, he had access to all in-house computers. He had scrolled through Maroni’s files and discovered a folder called Operation Complete Quartet. Thinking it had what he was looking for he’d clicked on it.

He was stunned. Not only was it a plan to sexually control four beautiful women, but it was also a plan to control all those at the celebration, and eventually all those in town. Apparently, he had created a hypnotic melody that—when played at a certain frequency would mesmerize any person who heard it and make them obey any command Mr. Maroni gave them.

For the song to work on such a large audience, Maroni needed the whole quartet to play it. The audience also had to hear the entire song for it to work. Because the music was so enchanting, however, once most people heard the melody, they were transfixed by it and would invariably stay to listen to the whole thing. What a fiendish plan!

You’d think that being a robot, Stevens would be programmed to obey his master in all things. , however, that Stevens was programmed to feel human emotion and empathy for others—think the Mighty Casey from The Twilight Zone—and had the ability to act independently.

Moreover, being a robot, he was still bound by a modified version of Isaac Azimov’s Three Laws of Robotics. The first and most important law was that a robot cannot harm a human being, or through inaction allow a human being to come to harm.

Eventually, those who came after the law’s realized that exceptions needed to be made for legitimate self-defense or the defense of others. Therefore, hunting aggressors or criminals, and exceptions were made for unavoidable collateral damage when defending oneself or others. It was a long story.

However, Stevens knew an evil plot when he saw one and had to stop it—even if it came from his owner. The best way to prevent it was to ensure Mr. Maroni did not get all of the quartet he hired under his control.

Then it hit him: two of its were already brainwashed and this was the first time Aisha Burleigh had come over. That meant Aisha was next! Stevens brought up the surveillance footage in the basement and, much to his horror, he was right.

4.

Aisha’s mind was racing. She sat up straight in the chair, music being transmitted to her ears. It was a wonderful melody. It was as if she was being immersed in a dozen sweet sounds. Her joy grew exponentially with each note. Her mind was spinning in ecstasy, faster and faster, as the song reached it’s apex. She was completely lost in the music.

When the last note died, Aisha’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. Maroni smiled. His mind control melody had done it again! Maroni currently standing beside Cassandra and Channon—whom he had put back under his control with their respective trigger words.

“Aisha,” Maroni said softly. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Aisha responded sleepily.

“Listening to the music has made you very happy, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, music…made me very happy,” Aisha agreed.

“You would do anything to stay this happy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes…anything,” Aisha said.

“I created the music,” Maroni continued. “Therefore, you must obey me to continue feelings this good. You will obey any command I give you. Won’t you Aisha?”

“Yes…must obey you…will obey any command you give me,” Aisha slurred.

“Very good,” Maroni said triumphantly. “Now, Aisha, open your eyes but remain deeply hypnotized. When I release you from your restraints, you will stare straight ahead, get out of the chair and follow me to the bedroom. Understood?”

“Understood, Mr. Maroni,” Aisha said.

“Cassandra and Channon, you will follow me to the bedroom too.”

“Yes Mr. Maroni,” the two spellbound sisters said in unison.

5.

A few minutes later, all four of them were in Mr. Maroni’s bedroom. Everyone was naked except Aisha.

“Aisha,” Maroni commanded. “You will now strip naked. With each movement you will become more sexually aroused by me and by your bandmates Cassandra and Channon. When you are completely naked, you will want to make love with us—and will make love to us—with all the ion you can manage. Understood?”

“Understood Mr. Maroni,” Aisha said softly. Then she began to dance to a beat that only existed in her mind and took off her clothes. Her shoes came first. Then she reached around to her back, undid her dress’s zipper and let it fall to the floor. A few seconds later, she removed her black bra. Finally, she reached towards the side of her waist and removed her tights, revealing a nicely shaved clit.

Mr. Maroni and the Cain sisters were now in his large bed. Maroni patted the bed’s unoccupied edge. Aisha took the hint sprinted over and slid under the covers and onto her master. Mr. Maroni pulled her towards him and kissed her ionately. Aisha responded in kind. They soon began rolling around on the spacious bed, smooching with reckless abandon.

Not to be outdone, Casandra and Channon were smooching each other. Ever since Mr. Maroni had hypnotized them, they had developed an insatiable sexual appetite for each other when they were under Maroni’s control. They were now trying to satisfy that appetite.

They kissed each other on the mouth and then Channon kissed Cassandra’s breasts. She licked and nibbled on each mammary. Then she moved down to her big sister’s pubic area and began to lick it. Cassandra giggled in ecstasy as Channon kept licking her bush. Cassandra then clamped her legs onto her little sister’s head as she climaxed all over her face. After this, the two sisters switched positions.

Meanwhile, Mr. Maroni and Aisha were making love at breakneck speed, He had already stroked her hair, grabbed her buttocks, fingered her pussy, and kissed and licked her breasts. Now it was time for even more fun.

“Mount me Aisha,” Maroni commanded.

“Yes Mr. Maroni,” she replied obediently. She got on top of her master who then inserted his penis into her vagina. Aisha began rocking back and forth with all of her energy, delighting the old man. He was on cloud nine as Aisha continued to go at him. She moved faster and faster, until both were ready to climax. A minute later they did just that, now over the moon in pleasure.

Maroni then extricated himself from Aisha and moved towards Channon. It was a pity that he had to make them forget this night, but he intended to take full advantage of having this trio in a trance. When the time came, he would add Sumi, completing the quartet,

6.

Butler Stevens stared transfixed at the mini orgy that was happening on the cameras before him. He knew Mr. Maroni had a large libido but still had trouble believing he could do something like this. Things were going to get very ugly, if Maroni was not stopped soon.

Butler Stevens wanted to do so—but the question was how. Then he had a thought: Sumi Oh.

If he did not have the fourth member of the quartet under his control—Maroni could not complete his plan. He had to Sumi, reveal the plan to her, and then band together to stop it once and for all.

After finding Sumi’s information, Stevens dialed her phone number, and the phone began to ring. She hoped the woman would pick up like the safety of several people depended on it—because for once, it really did.