The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The two women gasped as they grinded against each other in yet another orgasm in a countless series. To one side, the makings of a formal business outfit were strewn over the top of a dumpster and pooled on the ground next to it, while to the other, sitting on top of a pile of trash cans, there were some casual street clothes, including jeans and a red sweatshirt.

One had been talking on her phone, heading home from the office, while the other had been lost in her own world, listening to music through the new headphones she had picked up at the local Sam Goody on her way to class. As they passed each other near an alley, both stopped. The one told her client she’d call him back, while the other hit stop on her MP3 player and slipped her headphones off. The two turned to each other, both sharing a thousand-yard stare, then calmly walked into the dead-end alley.

Without saying a word and acting completely natural, they calmly stripped out of their clothes and set them aside, not really giving much notice to where they were resting. A cat that had been foraging through the garbage hissed at the pile of clothes dumped on it, then scampered off to find food where it wouldn’t be disturbed.

The women then approached each other, wrapped their arms around the other, and began to forcefully kiss each other. Their nipples rubbed against each other as they started to undulate slowly against one another, letting their hands roam around their bodies.

To passersby, it was just another alleyway – the women were invisible to all walking by. To the women, they were in the middle of some strange daydream where they lacked the ability to have any conscious thought. They were simply two puppets, caressing and stroking each other because it felt right, their gaze still focused on something miles away that no one could see.

It wasn’t long before the women were on their knees, their legs having given out beneath them, both arms again wrapped around each other and pressed tightly together, their furious kissing and needy stroking quickly getting both ready for what was to come.

The business woman soon straddled the college student’s thigh, slipping her own knee in-between the student’s legs. They both threw their heads back, moaning and gasping for each other as they simultaneously rode each other, rubbing firmly and quickly against each other. Sensations of strange pleasure they didn’t know they could feel coursed through them as they entered into a series of orgasms that wouldn’t end for another seven minutes.

They collapsed in a heap, and then, without a word, simply stood up. They both again stared off into the distance, jaws slack and bodies loose. They then turned back to their piles of clothes and belongings, got dressed once more, and walked to the end of the alley. The student put her headphones back on and once more zoned out as she continued on her way, totally unaware that anything had happened. The business woman frowned as she glanced at her phone – damned reception had caused her to lose her call again. She dialed the number again, and simply continued the proposal to her client as she went on her way.

Back in the alley, a young man’s voice chuckled to itself. The air seemed distorted for a moment, then a form shimmered into existence. He had straight brown hair that hung about his head in a mess of locks, ending just over a pair of chocolate brown eyes. His skin was pale, but unmarred anywhere. He was dressed similarly to the college student that had passed by, wearing a baggy pair of blue jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, along with a pair of grey Vans.

“Hey, don’t you have anything better to do with your time than messing with les filles?”

The man stopped smiling, scratching his head as he turned around to face the voice. In front of him stood a woman that looked roughly the same age as him. She had flowing hair colored like mahogany that draped down to her shoulders, framing a slender face with soft features, in-particular a pair of brilliantly green eyes. A plaid skirt that dropped just below mid-thigh allowed her to show off a pair of long, well-toned legs, while her form was accentuated by a white, button-up blouse. A simple pink scarf was wrapped around her neck. She had one hand on her hip as she arched an eyebrow at the man.

He grinned. “Not at the moment, no.”

“Oh lor lor, tu n’es pas drôle, mon petit garcon. Je sais pas de raison je pose de question, je ne recevois jamais de réponse serieux.”

Taking a large step towards her, then drawing his other foot up so as to appear as if he was gliding towards her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Aw, you don’t think I can be serious?”

She folded her arms and turned her head to the side, tossing off a quick little, “Non.”

“Oh, come on, Sophie. You know I’m serious when I have work.”

Sophie looked back to the man. “Ouais, when you have work, Michael.” Although her accent was near flawless, she pronounced his name mee-kail. “When was the last time you were even given a job, eh? You were put on suspension for the last one, n’est-ce pas?”

Michael scratched his head again, letting his arm from around her. “Harsh.”

“Oui, well… Unfortunately pour moi, it seems you’ve been taken off the suspension.”

He tilted his head to the side. “No kidding?” He paused, looking up for a moment, then he looked back to her. “Why unfortunately for you?”

She sighed softly. “Seems Madame wants me to tag along with you for your next job to see if you can learn something from the way I handle it.”

Michael grinned. “You mean I’m coming along as a trainee again?”

Sophie frowned, glaring at Michael. “N’en dis jamais! Mais non, I’m coming along to watch you.”

“Aw, well that’s not nearly as fun.”

“Fermes la bouche. You’re supposed to get back to headquarters to pick up the assignment, then give me a call.”

He gave a half-assed salute, smiling at Sophie. “Yes, ma’am.”

Giving a disgusted sigh, Sophie closed her eyes before shimmering out of sight again. Michael looked out at the sidewalk, watching all the people walk by again. “Man, the things we do for these people…”

Back in the cyberspace construct of Hypno-Helpers, Michael glanced around as he walked through the doors. It looked just like an actual office building, though Michael thought it would be much better if it was just scrolling a lot of backwards katakana. He had submitted his “Matrix Proposal” to his boss shortly after the movie came out, and he had been suspended from his job at the time for focusing on such non-important matters as movie entertainment.

The lobby was fairly large, but very bare. All that was there was one computer terminal with a couple speakers set on the side. The rest of the lobby was just a connection point for all the various hallways and wings of the business. Signs rested around the entrance to each connecting hallway, indicating the different sectors by letter.

As he approached the lone terminal, a sound like a recorded voice announcing flights at an airport greeted Michael with, ”Welcome to Hypno-Helpers. If you are a guest, please sign in at the visitation center. If you are a member of the staff, please go t—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. It’s Michael.”

There was a pause, then the voice answered, “Good afternoon, Michael. Welcome back. Your new assignment and probation limitations are waiting for you in terminal D6.”

Michael scratched his head. “It’s in the D wing? Isn’t that the lesbian terminal?”

“D wing: For all issues concerning homosexual relationships.”

Rolling his eyes some, Michael nodded. “Yeah, I know, but when was the last time a guy was brought in to that wing to help except for lesbian issues?”

“Request for information being processed. … Last known male staff member to work in D wing for non-lesbian, homosexual issue: Daniel. Assignment given six hours ago.”

Michael stopped. “Well, shit.”

“Excuse me, can you help me?”

He turned around to face one of the guest images, which looked just like a shimmering rainbow shadow of a person. This one had a male voice, and sounded young.

“What with?”

The form shrugged. “Well, a friend referred me here, but I’m not… Well, I don’t really know what this place is.”

Michael folded his arms lightly. “OK, what do you know about Hypno-Helpers?”

“Essentially nothing, I’m afraid.”

He nodded. “Alright. We are a small corporation that rents out helpers like me to anyone interested in buying our services. Most requests concern either living out fantasies or helping relationships, but our services our available for anything that does not violate our rules.”

“And… What are your services?”

Grinning, he winked, though he knew the guest wouldn’t see it. “A very advanced form of hypnosis not known in any other part of the world.”

“And who are the people who work here?”

“Our secret.”

“Well… Alright. Can you show me where the visitation center is, then?”

Michael sat back in the chair in his office construct, quietly flipping through the rules of the probation. He was to report back to his assigned parole manager once a day. A parole assistant would be accompanying him on his next assigned job, and would also be making a report to return to the parole manager. Any conflicts between the two reports would be investigated. He would be taken off probation if he completed his assigned job with satisfactory results.

He was also to stop all hypnotic action outside of work. Michael grinned. “Strike one.”

Setting the notice aside, he glanced over the folder that he had picked up from D6. “Alright, let’s see what the job is.” He looked around briefly. “Please be lesbians, please be lesbians, please be lesbians…”

Opening up the small manila folder, he quickly browsed for the names of the people he’d be focusing his attention on over the next several weeks.

Rachel and Sarah. “Yes! OK, Rachel and Sarah, let’s see what’s up with the two of you…”

Transcript of e-mail sent to Hypno-Helpers from client “Sarah”:

Dear Hypno-Helpers,

I have used your services before and was very happy with the results. You may remember when I decided to have some fun with my roommate back in college, and although I greatly enjoyed the experience, she was a little freaked out. As a result, your company had to erase my roommate’s memory of the occurrence.

Well, I’m out of college and I think I’ve found someone who you won’t have to tweak with afterwards this time. Her name is Rachel, and I suspect that she is a lesbian, but I don’t really know for sure, and I’m too uncomfortable simply asking her. I would like you to send over a helper to help me confirm whether or not Rachel would be a compatible person for me to start a relationship with.

Michael frowned. “That’s it? I just have to get in this girl’s head and see if she would have sex with Sarah? What’s the pay on this?” He glanced further down.

Wage for job: Comped.

”Ah, son of a bitch! I’m working for free on a job that’s not even going to be interesting? Since when did we offer that kind of service?”

He set the file aside, sighing as he leaned back in his chair again. “Well, I’m just going to have to make things interesting.”