The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Marie Bennet did not want to be at an unfamiliar light rail transit station. She did not want to be wearing the wrong-sized clothing from the Salvation Station. She’d never worn a wig, let alone one that was a nylon neon-green.

But the instructions had been precise and eerily complete. Any deviation was ‘unacceptable and subject to harsh penalties’ which would ‘rest upon her soul’.

So she had rented a car with cash and parked at the mall instead of the closer transit parking garage as instructed.

Considering all the cameras up on poles around the station, she nodded at the supposed reasons, but more so, she feared what she had started by finding Red Remembrance in a tucked deep corner of the internet.

But such was her long-simmering rage that she barely cared what happened to her these days. Lack of sleep and a strong tranquilizer could also be a factor.

But ‘barely cared’ did not mean she was fearless. Marie glanced at her watch and the red carnation sticking out of her purse flap.

She did not look at the three others waiting for the next train. One of them, probably the tall man, was Red Remembrance. He did not look dangerous. Marie supposed that was an advantage in his line of work. He had arrived only three minutes ago. But he was reading a book and facing the tracks. From her spot on the bench, she did not see a red flower on him or the others.

She waited.

A train pulled in on the outbound side. Four people got off and headed past the kiosks for the garage.

Marie waited. It wasn’t hard to imagine that two of those waiting here would walk onto the next train going downtown, leaving her to chat with her ‘hoped to hire’ mercenary.

She was wrong. The train pulled in. All three climbed aboard. The train left.

Marie swore. She must have failed some test. Well. Damn.

Damn.

She nearly jumped when rapid heels came up on the platform from the kiosk, swearing at the train still in sight but disappearing. A string of mumbled curses and then a strong, violent, “Fuck this day!”

Marie’s head swiveled and took in the well-worn heels and mismatched clothing of a 20-something lighting a cigarette. “Forgot my keys at the office. Cannot get in the frikkin’ car. All the way back to town and half an hour each way. Fuck me.”

Marie sighed and stared instead at the parking garage.

Then the smoker walked over to the bench. “So you’re Bennett. I’m Red.”

Marie gasped and recentered on the smoker. She gave her a longer look. Damn, she looked younger than at first glance, and her nail polish was trashed, scarred. Too much lipstick. This must be a…mistake? “Are you a messenger? I was expecting someone older. You have a reputation.”

The smoker shrugged. She pivoted and sat down at the far end of the bench with Marie. She waved a hand and said, “Look. I know who you are. You don’t need to know anything about me. So don’t ask. What is the job? And what questions do you have about my price?”

Marie spent at least three minutes trying to decide whether to walk away. This did not fit any pictures she had of the meeting. She tried and failed to come up with something to say.

Red sighed. “Good disguise, right? OK. Baby steps, kiddo. Who do you want done? Are you willing to give me three tasks and take on the equal burdens I give you back?”

Marie spoke slowly, “I want justice. Whatever it takes. Yes. And if I don’t have the money, I’ll find a way to get it.”

Red smiled and flicked the half-smoked cigarette out onto the tracks. “Never said anything about money. You get three wishes. I put three burdens on you. We both go our separate ways.”

Marie deflated a bit. Her energy seemed to fall off, her shoulders slumped, and she sighed. “That isn’t what I read in your profile. This all sounds—forgive me—stupid.”

Red nodded. “Sure. I didn’t put it in the notes. See this?” She held up her hand, coming out of the black vinyl purse. She held a small hypodermic. “I give you a shot of this, and you forget most of the morning. So tell me what you sought me out for. I have a small idea of how hungry you are for ‘justice’. But you have to ask.”

Marie was tired. Tired of thinking in circles since Steph’s suicide. So she used anger to get a sentence out. “I want Richard Rupert ruined. Broke. Penniless. Unable to hurt any more people.”

Red nodded, studying the hypo. “Common fantasy. So that’s one wish. You get three.”

Marie frowned. “I don’t want him dead. I guess you could kill him, but I want him to suffer.”

Red nodded. “OK. And third?”

Marie leaned towards the young woman. “This makes no sense. Why are you doing this like this? Are you a mercenary or not?”

“You don’t get to know what I am. Third wish?”

Marie felt embers of her rage flare up. “I want Steph alive? But you can’t do that, can you?”

Red put the hypo away. Still, she smiled and said, “Any number of ways I could try. You aren’t being very specific.”

Marie was angry beyond words. She stood up. “Shit. We are done now.”

“Sit down.”

Marie stepped off towards the exit.

“Marie Bennett, sit your ass down.”

Marie felt her legs lock. Her muscles jerked hard in stopping. She turned and went to the bench and sat.

Marie experienced a burst of sweat and anger and fear. It was a potent kind of terror. She thought maybe she should not have taken a tranquilizer before walking from the car. She felt tears could start.

Did she stick me with that hypo? Did she put it away, and I didn’t feel her drug me?

Marie realized her body shivered with conflicting run and stay energies.

And calling on Red Remembrance was playing my last card. I shall die at the bottom of a vodka bottle. Such a coward.

Red slid closer and whispered in Marie’s ear. “Any other details to the wishes you’ve asked for? Rupert ruined. Rupert suffers and doesn’t die from it. Steph should be alive.”

Marie tried to work her mouth, but most of her muscles felt useless. She tried words, felt her mouth gape uselessly. She whimpered.

“Oh, sorry. Breathe. Yeah, you can talk to me. Just stay seated.”

Marie’s rage exploded without warning. Her ass stayed planted, but she had both hands around Red’s throat. Her arms shook with power, and the neck grip whitened the flesh she crushed.

Red’s eyebrows rose with surprise. She reached outside of Marie’s frantic arms and slapped Marie’s face very loudly.

Then once again.

Marie shuddered and deflated. Her furious hands fell into her lap. She could not believe the fury had left faster than it arrived.

Red pushed at Marie above the left breast, forcing her back into the bench seat. “Oh, you are a dandy fancy one. Have you been sucking on this fury for the nineteen months since Steph killed herself? I know just what you need. What pills are you on? Stop taking them. Take three deep breaths. Let’s get you centered. No. Not like that. Breathe from your pelvis up to your head. Again. Better. Now count three. Again. Better. Count three. Again.”

Marie felt lost. Almost like the bench and platform were rolling under her. She’d been on a car ferry crossing once where the weather had changed, and the horizon went a bit mad. This was a stronger version of that.

Red talked.

Marie breathed.

Red talked.

Red talked.

Red talked.

The sky became darker. Three count. Breathe. They walked to the rental car. Three count. Breathe.

Red had Marie’s keys and drove to a small airfield.

Marie breathed. Three count. Breathe.

Red got Marie into the seat of a very small plane. The counting and breathing felt better and better. Red talked into a headset. The plane took off. The sunset came back as time seemed to unroll. The clouds were beautiful. Somehow, this was peaceful.

Marie fell asleep.

Red continued to speak to her. Maybe that was a dream. Red sounded a lot like Steph. Younger and full of potential.

Marie smiled even though she’d forgotten how to do that. For weeks and weeks, Red talked.

She did not know her name yet.

She lived in a tower, where only a warrior who knew the traps and monsters of the labyrinth could manage to slip in and out. She wanted the bliss of drugs. But the tower had no drugs. No food. No family. But the visits of the Red Warrior introduced welcome tension to her desire to die. She needed to be free.

Kill me. Or give me a knife.

No. You shall carry your chosen burdens.

I won’t. I’ll just starve.

No. Here is food. Here is a secret. Tell no one.

Fine. I’ll keep the secret. There is no one to tell. But since you trust me with your secrets. Give me news. Give me a reason to live.

The Red Warrior laughed. You have burdens to carry. Die on your own time. And she left.

It happened again and again. She slept. Or the blank rooms confused her. She pressed against the walls. She never woke except when the Red Warrior scaled the tower. Sometimes in her sleep, she learned how to push back against every wall.

She knew she had lost a sister. She knew she wanted justice.

The Red Warrior arrived hurt and bleeding. But she lived. Here is another secret. Tell no one.

No one comes here. There is no one to tell. Free me.

No. You shall carry your chosen burdens.

Fine. But are you real? Fuck me. So I know I am still real.

What? Why would you think you command here?

You are hurt and tired. I carry a hundred secrets you keep forcing me to learn. I need something else to care about. Fuck me, please before you leave.

You cannot place burdens on me. Time is my shield. The Red Warrior left.

For a long time, she sorted the secrets and pressed all the walls, and no one made her feel real.

Marie woke up rested. She felt good. But it wasn’t her room. So that was wrong. She sat up. Not her furniture.

And under the sheet, she was naked. Sore. As if she had started going back to yoga class after nineteen months of not caring about anything. Her sex tingled with undefined smoking desire.

Desire?

If she’d been drinking herself to sleep last night, she would be wearing her clothes and in her own apartment. What the hell had she done?

Marie got up and looked for clothes. The bureau drawers were empty. The closet too.

She used the ading bathroom to pee. Then she checked the medicine cabinet. Empty.

Sheets on the bed. Pillows. But no one lived here?

Marie went to the door, opened it, and peeked at the hallway. She listened.

A voice downstairs said, “Towels in the bathroom if you are shy. Come down when you want breakfast. Or not.”

Marie swallowed. That sounded almost like Steph. Impossible. Twisted.

A few minutes later, she quietly crept down the stairs, wrapped in a generous bath towel. She’d looked into the linen closet and the second bedroom. Empty. Unused. Not even dusty.

But the connecting bathroom had a stack of oversized towels, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, skin repair lotions, first aid kits, and nail tools.

The place felt like a theater set, or a house ready to be sold. More so when she found the entry hall at the bottom of the stairs. No furniture in the entryway. But a mat just inside the entry door that she knew would make a crunching sound if you stepped on it.

No furniture anywhere. A naked blonde smoking on the floor of the living room. Dirty blonde hair above big eyes and a hard mouth, she was reading a Tattle magazine.

A memory flickered in Marie’s head. She noticed the trashed black nail polish and muscled arms.

I think I love her.

Marie said, “Why am I here? What is this all about?”

Red threw the magazine, and it landed at Marie’s feet. “Read. Rupert is ruined and suffering. The reporting is shite, but your first two wishes are done.”

Marie felt dizzy, but bent down and grabbed the magazine up. She spent thirty minutes in an easy crouch reading every paragraph. A warm excitement built slowly in her. She enjoyed the pictures. Rupert’s angry face. His stricken eyes. His ruddy exhaustion. A photo journey through courts, bankruptcy, and the Federal prison.

She read through it again.

A smaller article about his wife and adult children, unable to pick up the broken pieces of his empire.

They were all being investigated for money laundering. Marie snorted. She looked up to ask Red a question.

She was alone. She clutched the magazine and stood up. She was warm. She felt strong. She might be a bit high. There must be a kitchen. Food. Breakfast? Marie went looking for Red.

Yes. The kitchen with one table and no chairs. Red was drinking cranberry juice from a glass bottle.

Marie stopped in the doorway. She eyed Red’s body, and a shocking thread of lust snaked up her spine from her clit. Red’s body was tight and muscled. Her thigh muscles were graceful, hard but soft invitations. Her legs and mound were not shaved. The blonde hairs played off the light of some sacred, hidden fire.

Red had a tattoo of a fanged mouth above her mound. A staring eye was centered in the open lips. It was all lipstick red.

Like a dare. Or a promise.

Red spoke, “When you’re done trancing on my cunt, do you want breakfast or shall we exercise before we get dressed?”

Marie snapped back into normal time. She was aroused and slick. “I wasn’t. Didn’t. You kidnapped me.”

“I did more than that. Partner. I studied you. I trained you. I fucked you. I let you get your hands dirty. It will come back to you. You are stronger than you know.” Red threw the empty bottle at Marie’s face.

In shock, Marie caught it one-handed. She stared at the bottle in her hand. So fast. What?

Trained? Exercises?

Red smiled. “Third wish takes longer. You will choose a new name when Steph lives again.”

Breakfast. A small cafe just two blocks from the bland twenty-story apartment building. The food was good but heavy on eggs, meat, and black coffee. Marie had never been a big eater and preferred tea.

But that was before.

A TV screen in the cafe had the time and date at the bottom of the screen. Marie nodded to herself. A year and three months into the future. It could not be time travel.

She had been asleep for fifteen months. Marie found she wanted to be outraged, but she was still savoring the glorious, dreadful demise of Rupert’s empire.

She was happy.

Every time the magazine pictures slid past in her head, she felt arousal and power. She wanted to visit him in prison and laugh in his face.

But a whisper told her that she would not. She was wiser than that. Now. There were other oligarchs to target. Justice required setting aside some dreams.

Marie ed Steph telling her that. When? Oh god. On the phone before she went undercover to expose Rupert’s sex trafficking operation. Justice required setting aside some dreams.

“What have you done to me?”

Red put down her coffee cup and fished out cash for the bill. “Not here. Let’s take a walk.”

They walked to the park. Red suggested a light run. “No one can overhear a pair of runners, and there’s no listen-gear in this nice town.”

They jogged.

Red explained. The words danced shocks up and down her fingers, her sex, and her memory. Kidnapping. Hypnotism. Deep learning. Martial arts. Strength training. Language training. Sex training. Knives. Climbing. Strategy. Chess. History. Economics. Forgery.

Manipulation.

The explanation in total took about three hours. They jogged the whole time. Marie didn’t like running.

But that was before.

Before. That shock followed by more shocks, such as Marie was turned on by running. By thinking about Red being her lover and instructor. She even figured out why this was all happening. She did it to herself.

She wished for Steph to be alive.

Marie was the newer, better Steph. Steph’s comments were there in her head for every shock revealed. Her sister believed that the oligarchs ought to fear justice. Needed to be dragged into the light. Power corrupted and attacked the systems that kept communities whole. Steph was willing to fight back.

Steph’s ideas demanded Marie fight back.

So many Steph conversations crowded her head. Steph was somehow listening in. Smiling at what Marie had become.

A weapon. For justice.

Yes. Three hours brought the fifteen months slowly into soft focus.

They stopped at a street cart vendor, and Red ordered hot dogs covered in spicy chili. Disgusting. Marie ate hers, and it felt good. She wanted another.

“You’re awful quiet.” Red smiled at her. They were now walking down Main Street.

“You are a rapist-kidnapper-crazy person. You don’t get to know me. Or the new me.”

“Yes. Glad to hear it.” Red smiled bigger.

“The police will look for me. You’re in big trouble.”

“Over 2,000 people disappear in this country every day. Half a million cases are resolved, each usually in 30 days or so. You, my lovely, are not resolved. You will never be found. Unless you decide to be foolish and pick up your old life. I tried that after I was trained. Bad idea.”

Marie shifted gears with her mouth stuck open. “You? Wait. Someone did this to you?”

“And someday you will do it to someone. But it has to be someone who asks for it.”

“I did not ask for this!”

“Didn’t you? You asked for Steph to live. What I had to work with is you. You loved and ired her. Her intent will live through you. You get to be the investigative intellect seeking justice. I put three burdens on you. So I have made you independent. You’ll never be satisfied with a quiet life. I have made you powerful. You won’t need anyone to defend you. Last burden, I’m working on it. But you have to be awake from here on out.”

Marie tried to accuse. It came out wrong. “And you had to fuck me while I was helplessly hypnotized by your weird compulsions.” That sounded hot. Sexy. It was a gift. A lifeline thrown to her. Not much of an accusation.

I am not afraid. I can make a difference. And I love Red.

“No. You came onto me in your trance. You wanted comfort and assurances. I wasn’t going to turn that down. It is very hard to find comfort in my life. You offered. I agreed. If you want to break it off. Fine. But we will finish the training.”

Marie groped in her emotions for outrage. It wasn’t there. “You made me independent. So I walk. Today, bitch.”

“No. You get the last burden, and then you walk.” Red almost sounded sad.

Marie regretted calling her a bitch. She thought about how unravelled she had been fifteen months ago. How dark every day was back then.

She thought about how nice the clouds overhead looked. How good the street smelled. How much she had enjoyed breakfast.

How much she wanted to fuck Red.

Am I only a programmed sexdoll? But I came on to her? I did. Steph did not want me to die. I can only blame myself if I’m angry.

And that feeling was powerful. Immediate. Marie did not feel like a victim. She should be based on what she knew. But fuck no. Rupert was in prison. She had been part of that.

Rupert had scummy friends. Accomplices. Collaborators.

Marie could quietly find them and make them sorry. She suspected what came next. She felt her pussy throbbing. “What is the final burden?”

Red nodded. “There you are. You just decided. I’m very pleased. Trance for me, Marie. Open the Remembrance Dossier, Marie.”

Marie stopped walking, and the day retreated to somewhere unimportant.

When Marie woke up again, she was walking with Red near the apartment high-rise they had left this morning. Red held her hand, and their steps together were balanced and pleasant.

Marie took a deep breath. Steph would have had a hundred questions. Just peeking at the edges of Steph’s curiosity made her feel how alive Steph could be for her.

The pain of Steph’s unjust death would be smaller every day.

Marie lifted Red’s hand to her mouth and licked the back of her knuckles. “Can I fuck you now? I need it.”

Red sighed. “I have a queue of jobs I should be doing something with. But yes, as long as you want to hang around. I’ll fuck you every day. Are you mad? I was furious when the last burden was laid on me.”

“No, not mad. I don’t want to start a queue yet. I want to help you. Learn the rhythm of things from you. Let everything settle. Understand my little Steph-mind, peering at me with so many questions for me to think about. I fucking you. I everything. You saved me from doing what Steph did. I would have broken. I was that desperate.”

“Yeah.”

They went upstairs to the blank apartment. Red kicked off her flats. “You are awake, so this is going to be pretty intense. There is a path.”

“I thought so. Yes. Thanks. Help me find the path.”

Red nodded. She pulled the knit sweater off over her head. She pushed the leggings down and stepped out of them. No underwear, of course. No disguise was required here and now.

Marie began to follow her lead. The clothes came off.

Red reached out and ran fingers through Marie’s brown hair. “Follow along.”

Red whispered, “I am recreated in time. I am the warrior who destroys anger, cruelty, and ego. Time is my shield. Worlds will have justice. Everything begins anew.”

Marie found the words arrived from the many secrets of the Remembrance Dossier. Arousal came with them. Power to stay the lonely course. Focus on overcoming systems of oppression. Focus on living.

I am recreated the shatterer of worlds.

They both repeated the koan. “I am recreated in time. I am the warrior who destroys anger, cruelty, and ego. Time is my shield. Worlds will have justice. Everything begins anew.”

Marie lost track of the repetitions. She kissed Red at the moment Red kissed her. Between kisses, they kept the flow in mind. Hands drifted and found milestones of erotic need. Marie was already near orgasm, but she knew that Red needed a bit more from her.

She gave it. Marie lavished her new strength on Red’s bright loneliness.

They sank to the carpeted floor. They gave themselves time. There was nothing of greed or regret. They both wanted the other to be better for knowing themselves.

Time. Justice. Everything. Anew.

It was exciting for Marie to realize that strong, devious Red had once been a wrecked, lost woman. Marie found Red’s body so much more attractive than her own. Spare. Strong. Honest. Marie worshipped Red’s Fanged Tattoo with her tongue. Envious but honored.

Maybe I’ll find a marking for myself when I’m wiser to the rhythm of things. Yes.

Marie found Red’s swollen clit and sucked. Licked. Tried to transform her fading anger into golden lust. Her hot desire shared by worshipping another warrior’s need.

Red arrived at the same decision over Marie’s clit and made an offering. Hot and wet and with so much talent. Hot. Wet. The center of change.

Marie would learn.

Remembrance was a fire that had reshaped them both for something better.

Justice. Everything. Anew.

Marie sensed her former framework slipping away. The apartment meant nothing. Rupert meant nothing. Steph could guide her. Red had saved both the memories of Steph and the future of Marie. Marie sucked pussy because she was delighted. Giving back was very important. Being independent and powerful was now.

Everything. Anew.

Marie hoped that some day the Remembrance Dossier would not be needed or ed on. But she might never see that day. So she would fight as best she could. Red would let her learn more. Maybe she would walk alone. Or stay with Red for a long time. There were options.

Sexy choices.

Anew.

They both crashed into orgasm headfirst. Red had warned her, but no words were enough. The intensity shot through her. Marie dug her nails into Red’s ass. Red bit Marie’s pussy lips. Marie exploded again. Red matched it.

Lava hot.

They both shook. Time hummed while they licked and trembled. Marie felt hungry for more.

There was no framework for how long recovery took. So many kinds of healing.

Marie finally whispered. “Is our sex always like this? I love you.”

“Hell no. It’s better when both of us are awake.” Red laughed.

“Can we do it again?” Marie blushed.

Red smiled. “So much better awake. Thank you.”

They did it again.

Anew.