The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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The 2026 Winter Olympics in Milan-Cortina was a series of lively competitions involving athletes from all over the world, adrenaline pumping feats of strength and agility, and lots of camaraderie and civic pride whenever someone from competing for one’s own country won a gold medal. Since it was winter, there were also picturesque snowscapes and chilly atmosphere that helped give the Olympics its edge.

Of course, skier Brittany Condon, was one athlete who was unable to enjoy any of this—how could she after her terrible accident?

Indeed, Brittany had been an athlete—and Olympic hopeful herself. She was all ready to participate in the 2026 Olympics when—wouldn’t you know it—she took a bad fall when jumping from one slope to another. She injured her collarbone and broke a few others. However, the most devasting injury was to her left leg—she had broken every bone in that limb.

This meant that Brittany was in no condition to participate in the Olympics on behalf of the United States (her home country) or any other nation. That also meant that she had lost an opportunity to get a gold medal as well as the endorsement deals—and the money those deals would earn her—should she win it.

To be sure, Brittany had participated in the Olympics—and similar competitions—before. She had even won a silver medal and several bronze ones. She had also landed a few modelling gigs and sports drink commercials.

It wasn’t hard to see why she got those modelling gigs. Brittany was stunningly beautiful. She had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a face that, even showing the wear and tear of her accident, was quite attractive. The same was true of her long legs and nicely toned torse and arms. She even looked sexy in the drab grey hospital gown she was wearing.

However, this Olympics was the one in which she had found a surefire way to get the gold. No, it wasn’t performance enhancing substances—it was a special routine of meditation and help from one of the best personal trainers around. Now she’d had to watch the Olympics from her hospital bed as others got the glory. Moreover, she had recently turned 40. She would soon be too old for the Olympics. Milan-Cortina may well have been her last chance to get a gold medal.

Things weren’t all bad, however. She had the steadfast of her family, friends, and fans. They sent cards, condolences, flowers, chocolates and even money to help pay for her medical bills. She had even been on the news, with several networks interviewing her. There was the Paralympics too, after all.

That said both the pain of the accident as well as its aftereffects was immense and hard to ignore. Brittany was required to take painkillers daily and have several surgeries.

Speaking of which, her fifth surgery would be tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 PM. It was currently 9:00 PM at night and Brittany needed to get some sleep. She’d been placed in a single room, giving her a lot more privacy so she did not have to worry about others making any noise. She did, however, need to get her nightly medication before she could go to sleep.

As if on cue there was a knock on her room door. “Hello,” a male voice called. “May I come in Brittany? I am here to give you your medication.”

“Yes, you may come in,” Brittany replied.

The man did so. Brittany smiled. It was Dave Brockton, a medical orderly that she had seen a few times. “It’s good to see you, David.”

“Likewise,” David said.

Brittany knew how true that was. You see Dave was a huge fan of hers and had seen her compete in previous competitions. He’d purchased a few products that she had endorsed. When he first met her, he was over the moon, and had asked for both an autograph and a picture together. She happily granted his request.

David was a tall, handsome man, with blue eyes, chestnut brown hair, excellent complexion and a dazzling smile that looked like it came from a toothpaste commercial. He was wearing the average medical uniform a blue scrubs and slacks with sneakers. He also wore latex gloves.

He walked up to Brittany’s bedside and she pressed the button that lifted the bed so that she could take the medication. She popped it into her mouth and washed it down with a cup of cold water.

“Thank you, David,” Brittany said. “This is sure to help me face yet another surgery tomorrow. It’s so stressful.”

“I see,” David said. “You know, I think I have a way to help you with your stress.”

“Really,” Brittany said. “What is it?”

“He returned to Brittany’s bedside, took something out of his pocket. It was a watch. More specifically a gold pocket watch that seemed to glisten in the fluorescent light of the hospital room.

“I often use this watch whenever I’m stressed or have trouble sleeping.” Dave said, giving it a small tug. “All I need to do is follow the watch with my body and mind. I need to put everything else except this watch out of my mind. Indeed, out of my brain. No brain, no pain. Say it Brittany.”

“No brain…no pain,” Brittany said, following the watch, beginning to feel the effects of the painkillers and David’s vocal patterns.

“Yes, that’s right Brittany,” Dave continued. If you want no pain. You must have no brain. No brain, no pain.” I am going to count backwards from 10. When I reach zero you will feel no pain whatsoever, but will also have no brain. Now when I mean no brain I mean you will have no mind, no ability to think for yourself. You will still have a brain in the physical sense and it will carry out all of its necessary functions. However, but you will no longer have the ability to think for yourself. Understood.”

“Understood,” Brittany slurred.

“Very good,” Dave then began. “10, 9 8,…”

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“3…2…1…0” Dave said finishing the countdown. As the last number escaped his lips Brittany’s eyes shut and her head slumped against her bed’s pillow. She was now in a deep trance. “Brittany,” Dave asked. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes Dave,” Brittany said softly.

“Now,” Dave continued. when I said you would be unable to think for yourself after the count was finished. I meant it. You now feel no pain and have no brain. Therefore you must let me think for you.

“Yes…” Brittany answered faintly. “No brain, no pain.... You…think for me.”

“Because I think for you you must do whatever I say, correct?”

“Yes…do whatever you say,” Brittany affirmed.

“Very good, Now Brittany, I am going to undo your hospital gown. You will not try to stop me. In fact you will welcome it. You are very horny and I am going to touch and kiss you. It will help your recovery. You want to recover don’t you?”

“Yes…want to recover,” Brittany droned.

Before getting her out of her gown. Dave went up to the front door of her room put up a “Do Not Disturb” sign and then shut and locked it. Then he returned to her bedside and disrobed her. He salivated at the sight of Brittany’s breasts. He loved her pointed nipples.

Indeed, he loved them so he began to kiss them. He was gentle at first and then he became more ionate. He was over the moon with glee going through the curves and bumps of flesh with his tongue. Brittany was in ecstasy too, giggling every time her mammary made with Dave’s mouth.

In addition to her mouth, Dave also licked her belly button, legs, and toes. Brittany was giggling all the while. Then he moved to his main target: Brittany’s vagina He put his head between her legs and began to eat her out. His arousal rose with each lick of her nice blonde bush—and considering Brittany’s loud guttural moans hers was too. Soon Brittany was ready to orgasm. Then she did so. Surprisingly, Dave didn’t mind Brittany’s juices on her face. It was just one more pleasure provided by his favorite female athlete.

He quickly grabbed a damp washcloth and wiped his face off. Then he had an idea.

“Brittany,” Dave commanded. When I clap my hands you will begin to masturbate to thoughts of me. From now on whenever you masturbate you will be thinking of me. Understood?”

“Understood,” Brittany responded as Dave clapped his hands.

Brittany immediately went to work taking her right hand and stroking her clit with her fingers. She began to gasp in pleasure. Her fingers went up and down her bush. Up and down. A few seconds later, she inserted her fingers into her vagina and began to rub. It felt so good! She felt rapturous joy which each thrust and rub. She did it faster and faster her moans getting louder and louder. Finally she orgasmed all over her fingers with a blissed-out look on her face.

3.

A few minutes after this Dave wiped Brittany down with a damp rag and was ready to provide her final instructions to her.

“Brittany,” Dave commanded. When I kiss you will fall into a deep sleep. That said, you will be up in time for your surgery and no longer feel any pain or cramps or tears from your accident. You will make a full recovery. That said. You will not anything that has happened here. You will only me giving you your medication. Now, when you are out of this trance you will be able to think for yourself but whenever you hear me say the words, no pain, no brain Brittany, you will fall back into this trance and do as I say. You will also continue to have thoughts of love and lust for me and will want to get to know me better. that but nothing else. Understood?”

“Understood,” Brittany said for the final time today.

Dave then leaned over her and kissed her and Brittany went limp, now completely asleep. Dave got up, unlocked the door and removed the do not disturb sign. Then he shut the door.

He walked across the hall with a big smile on his face. He had lived every male fan of a pretty female athlete’s dream. He chuckled. Though Brittany was supposed to be the Olympian, he was the one who had truly struck gold.