The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, how have you been enjoying your classes?” Doctor Lys sat in front of Aurora holding her usual clipboard and pen. Aurora melted back into the couch underneath her. The doctor sat in a plush armchair, dressed in a crisp lab coat that radiated authority. Aurora’s school girl uniform had another two buttons open. Her skirt had ridden up along her thighs as she’d squirmed for comfort.

Thinking back to class and trying to latch onto any specific memories felt impossible. Aurora knew she went to class, and she knew that she learned very important things while she was there, but the specifics were hazy. “They’re . . . nice.”

“Nice. Good. You’re responding very well to the alternative treatments I’ve had to devise for you. It’s really a shame you’re so well shielded from our usual treatments. How is your mind coping with it? Is it hard to form coherent thoughts? How does it feel to remember your childhood?” The doctor was writing furiously on her clipboard. Every move Aurora made, her pen moved, no matter how slight.

Aurora moaned. She found herself unable to remember how long she’d been enrolled. Nothing was easy to remember. Facts were simple and came to her mind without effort, but events made her mind ache. “Hard to remember anything . . . Little flashes. Remember . . . Being in the classroom . . . the girl with the rainbow hair tried to escape. Then I remember grade school. It was hard. My mom was a super heroine and I wanted to be one too. I wanted to know my mommy, the one Mom said died. Sylvia made it easier. She took control even then.”

The doctor nodded and set down the clipboard. Aurora groaned as she fluttered her eyes. Thinking was so hard. It was hard enough just trying to think of the words to describe the trouble she had thinking.

Her eyes melted shut as she tried to concentrate. She could see her mother, silver skin shining, leaning close to her with glowing lips. She shook remembering how her mother’s kisses felt and how helpless she’d been to them.

“Don’t worry. By the time we send you out into public again, your thoughts will flow much easier. They’ll be thoughts we’ve trained you to have. You know, you’re a very odd woman. With the right stimuli you crumble just like all of the other girls, but still you remain a mystery. You aren’t like them. I can tell you what they’ll do. I can’t say what you’ll do. It’s quite fascinating.” Aurora mewled as another button of her top opened, and then another, until her breasts were exposed. “And you have a gorgeous body.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Aurora couldn’t make herself remember when she’d first met the doctor. She couldn’t remember when she’d been enrolled in the school. She could remember her mother’s mist wrapping around her, lulling her to sleep as her mother sung lullabies of obedience, but recent things were sealed and locked.

Why escaped her, but Aurora knew she’d felt betrayed very recently. Someone had hurt her. She missed someone, too, intensely. Betrayal made her miss them more.

A song buzzed just outside of her memory. The melody was accompanied by a woman’s voice. It was the same voice her heart was longing for, but she didn’t know the words. Things felt wrong, disjointed, but it was impossible to concentrate on them enough to realize anything specific.

She could have mentioned that she remembered Sylvia taking her to a school dance and fucking away her will on the dance floor, but that she couldn’t remember anyone at the dance minding two sisters acting far too intimate. She could have mentioned that the way the doctor’s hands felt on her breasts as they caressed and kneaded reminded her of a time that Sylvia had surprised her in the shower. She could have mentioned that she could almost remember her mother finding her passed out from a dust hangover, but that the thought of being sizzled out of control seemed so foreign as to make the rest of the memory hard to process.

Instead she moaned as she felt her nipples tighten as she shuddered. Aurora’s thighs clenched as she felt fingers trace under her skirt and spread her legs without thought. Being used was something she remembered learning in-depth.

“There’s something so very satisfying about not knowing what use I’m going to find in you. Normally I can peek ahead, see the weaves of a woman’s fate, but yours isn’t there to see. It’s like you don’t belong, or that you don’t exist. I can even get this feeling with inanimate objects, but I don’t with you.” Aurora groaned as the doctor straddled her and kissed along her neck. “Do you know what an aphrodisiac not knowing can be to a psychic?”

“Nnooooo . . . all I know is how to obey . . .” Aurora’s eyes rolled back into her head as the doctor suckled just below her ear and twisted her nipples harder. It felt so good to let her body be used without a second thought.

Doctor Lys grinned as she began to slide out of her lab coat. “I’ll teach you all you need to know. My teachers, my facility, will teach you everything all over again until you’re a perfect graduate. I might keep you here, as my little pet school girl. Eventually your behavior would become predictable, but it would be my mind predicting, not the same sharp tug I get from everything else. The world will be mine, just like you are.”

Aurora’s lips curled into a lazy smile as she barely managed a nod. There was no doubt in her mind. The doctor was always right. She was smarter than all of her the teachers combined. Reveling in every touch, Aurora faded into obedience.

When Aurora woke again, she was in her bed. She remembered being walked back to her room after seeing the doctor, but everything in the doctor’s office was a blur. Moaning, the young woman stretched and slowly managed to sit up. She was still dressed in her school uniform. She knew a clean one hung in her closet, and was eager to shower and slide it on, but it felt naughty in a sexy way to wake up dressed ready for class.

“You slept in late.” Her bunkmate’s voice tore Aurora out of her thoughts. She couldn’t remember her name, but the rainbow haired girl from her class was stretched out on their couch, lazily channel-surfing. She was only wearing socks.

Brown eyes traced over her bunkmate. They’d been bunking together for awhile, but she couldn’t remember getting a chance to see her naked. She was older than Aurora, and that made her prettier. Aurora liked the thought of waking up pinned down to the bottom bunk, or tied down, and forced to serve the older student. It felt like a fantasy she’d had a hundred times before.

She blushed when she realized she’d been staring and she looked away. “Sorry . . . I went to see the doctor, Doctor Lys. I don’t remember anything, so I must have been a good student. We must have had fun.”

“Yeah . . . It’s nice to see the doctor. Miss Cotton is nice, too.” The rainbow-haired girl, Kelly, kept hitting the next channel button on the remote. She only really watched the channel identifier as it climbed and then reset. The content of the channels didn’t matter to her. Her eyes were blank and dull, mouth slightly open. “She told me to apologize for interrupting class. Sorry, ‘Rora.”

“Forgiven . . .” Aurora rolled out of bed and collapsed on the couch beside Kelly. The bedside clock reminded her that she had precious time before she had to get ready for class and she wanted to spend that time with her bunkmate. “You’re really pretty.”

Kelly arched involuntarily as Aurora’s eyes began to wander again. Her nipples were hard. Her sex already looked damp and made Aurora’s mouth water. Her legs looked so long and so soft. She wanted to nuzzle against them for an eternity.

Aurora remembered when she’d first met Kelly. It had been the first day of the year when they’d moved into the dorm. They’d stayed up all night together getting close. Aurora especially remembered having to fight off the temptation of tearing Kelly’s clothes off.

Desire surged inside Aurora as she started to slide out of her soiled uniform. Her skirt slid down along her legs to crumple messily on the floor, soon joined by her blouse. Aurora pressed her bare chest against Kelly’s arm and kissed her shoulder lovingly. “You feel so soft. I want to make you feel good. I wanna feel good. I feel so yummy and free like something that was worrying me went away. I wanna fuck you like a horny school girl fucks another horny school girl.”

Kelly whimpered. Her thumb trembled above the remote. The channel on-screen in front of her was channel one hundred. The bright green letters in the upper right corner of the screen triggered something in her. She knew she had to start pressing the other button.

Metal lips pressed to the base of Kelly’s neck. It made the countdown feel even better as the channel became ninety-nine, then ninety-eight, then ninety-seven. she felt things becoming simpler as the number sunk lower. She felt Aurora’s presence more and more powerfully. She remembered the first night they met more and more clearly. It was harder to worry that some part of her wanted to insist they’d known each other for barely a day.

It became less and less important and by channel seventy she forgot what it was that felt less important. Instead, she found her mind distracted by Aurora’s offer. She’d never felt such smooth lips that almost felt like they sizzled right from her skin to her mind. By fifty it was hard to want anything else.

Her eyes struggled to stay open as Aurora’s hands started rubbing along her thighs. Her skin felt so sensitive that the touch, the closeness, already had her burning up. Her lips trembled as she mouthed the numbers on their way down, as her breath became more and more a series of desperate pants. She’d played the channel game at least twice before Aurora was asleep. Her mind already felt so tired and compliant but thoughts still pushed their way up to the surface.

Why is that different than how I felt before . . .? Why wouldn’t I want her to touch me? She’s my bunkmate, I don’t have anyone I feel more comfortable with, and she’s so hot!

Aurora whined, taking the remote and tossing it away. Kelly gasped as she felt her hand full of Aurora’s breast. “Fuuuck me. Please? I’ll do anything you want. I just want to touch and be touched. I’ve never woken up feeling so horny, but I saw you, and I just can’t stop thinking about you. I know you’ve been having a hard time in your classes. I think the doctor said I should help you. She told me a school girl needs more than class.”

“I think she was right!” Kelly moaned as she kneaded Aurora’s breast, pressing her palm into an already hardened nipple. Heat overwhelmed her as she pulled Aurora into her lap, fingers diving between her legs as her lips melted into Aurora’s.

Electric bliss seared through Aurora’s lips. Kelly swore she could taste silver in the kiss, but it was too hard to wonder what that meant. It was so much easier to moan and kiss harder, to move her fingers faster inside of Aurora’s pussy.

The kiss broke as Aurora screamed louder, her thighs spread as her hips bucked to Kelly’s fingers. Aurora pressed and held as tight as she could, eyes melting shut as her lust flowed quicker. The world around Kelly felt less and less important, as though its colors were draining away, as Aurora grew more vibrant. The way she threw her head back when she moaned, the way her breasts bounced as she rubbed her pussy Kelly’s hand with her whole body, the sound of her passionate screams, made Aurora feel so much more important than anything else.

In the corner of the room, red light shining, a camera recorded their mutual surrender. Proximiti watched from a room on the other side of the complex, her eyes hooded as her tongue teased along the seam of her lips. A part of her mind itched to be the one using Aurora, but it was quieted and locked away. She knew that Doctor Lys made those decisions.

“Aurora is succumbing to the programming, and so is Prism . . . Should have just used my cards. So much quicker.” Proximiti sighed as she clicked a button and the view moved to a where Flora and Heather were grinding their bodies together, lips mashing passionately. “The plant and the psionic are doing well, too. Odd choice to keep them together, they were already so close. Seems a little dangerous to me.”

Proximity moaned as a hand slid through her hair and yanked her head back. Lips moved next to her ear, kissing faintly before whispering in a low, husky voice. “That’s not your decision to make, Proximiti. Doctor Lys has put me in charge of this project. Obviously she knows which of us can be trusted to stay in line.”

Rebecca grinned as she pushed Proximity forward and stepped back to her own station, eyes instantly hooding. “We’re all working together for the glory of the project. There will be a brighter future. We will deliver it.”

Proximiti didn’t respond. Her thighs clenched, and her body shook, but she didn’t respond. She knew Rebecca was right. Her expression screamed resignation. She’d had the woman in her hands, so close, and she’d failed. Now she was obeying her commands under Doctor Lys’s orders. It was humbling. It was embarrassing. It made her hot. Her nipples pressed against her tight black uniform even as she felt the heat between her legs swell.

“It feels more like it’s the future that’s dragging us along for the ride.” Proximiti smiled as she spoke, changing the camera view again as Rebecca laughed and her legs slowly as her eyes roamed along Proximiti’s body.

The hallways inside the project compound were long and white. Everything was so brightly lit that sneaking something in or out was impossible. Proximiti’s security system was still being installed, but in the meantime there were guards roaming the halls, dressed in crisp white uniforms, armed with tranquilizer guns.

What cameras were positioned were ready for a flashy heroic entrance. The women who had been chosen were special, powerful, and anyone trying to rescue them would no doubt be of the same caliber.

That was what made it possible for two women to sneak in hiding in plain sight. Two women that walked down the halls, carefully studying the plaques beside each door, were not guards at all. One had long white hair with a faint hint of blue. Her lips were the color of ice.

Alongside her walked a shorter woman with red hair tied back in a ponytail. “I hope you know what you’re doing. I’ve never really been into this side of things. Research, maybe spreading some information, but never infiltration or espionage. I do owe her, but maybe we should have helped her by getting her help a little more qualified. Not to insult you, but I know that I’m pretty much outmatched by anyone who might want to stop us.”

“This place is bad news, Professor. When Julia told me Aurora was missing, and my contacts led me here, I knew there was no way a bigger operation would work. They’re ready for bigger. They aren’t ready for this.” Blue eyes shone softly as they scanned over more room numbers. “Besides, we’re close. You said you could snap her out of it, right?”

“Alchemy is not an exact science. That’s why Chemistry is taught in high school instead.” Professor Gold reached under the uniform and adjusted one of her golden bracelets with a soft sigh. “But, if my research on her metal is right, yes.”

Morning Frost pushed a strand of hair out of her face, looking to the door in front of her with a crooked grin. “Well, let’s hope so. If she’s anything like her mother, either of them, we won’t want to see what happens if you can’t.”