The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After I locked Erma away for the night, I retired to the bedroom of the ersatz apartment and booted up the desktop that was provided for hunters like myself.

Once it was up and running I double checked the proxy connection and made sure the encryption program was running before I logged onto the darknet site where Mancipium Enterprises accepted search packets for the research people to use in selecting potential targets to fill customer orders.

I entered my ID and password and then retrieved my keychain which had a hidden USB drive with a file protected by M.E. custom encryption. I plugged in the little drive and made one last check of the contents, it had my doll order, which included my employee ID so I would get my basic bimbo doll discount and had the added features and requirements for which I would pay extra. The file included a reference folder that had several dozen images of the woman I wanted used as a template for my doll. The folder was named ‘Tanya’ and the woman on the images and video clips had been a porn actress 30 years ago. At the time the images and videos had been made she had been a petite girl with black hair and small breasts, she was limber and athletic and had been a minor star in BDSM circles doing lots of spanking and lesbian roles as both a sub and a dom. I had always had a thing for the girl, or at least for the characters she usually portrayed, and I wanted that fantasy version of her as my doll. With luck I would get a list of women in a week who were close matches and could become perfect matches after some cosmetic adjustments. If I was exceptionally lucky they would find a ringer, that is a perfect match but those were pretty rare. After I had the list I’d have to do the legwork and choose my victim, make the grab and cover my tracks as usual. Then the victim would get her implant and have a personality and speech patterns based on the roles depicted in the videos.

I was waffling on how I would proceed during the layover days, the time when I had to keep her imprisoned in a location like this one. Would I bone her constantly? Maybe. But then again I might wait until she was a finished doll instead so that the first time I took her she would be a willing partner. Well as willing as a brainwashed sex slave is able. Unlike some customers who wanted the original personality to remain aware but unable to resist I had no intention of torturing the victim, I’d have a complete overwrite done. Whoever my eventual target was, she’d be wiped away and only my doll would remain.

I sent the packet and sat back, knowing that the research would eat up a chunk of my extra credit with the company. Hopefully I would get a good match with my eventual target and not have to pay out of pocket on the back end, but if it happened I was prepared. As a hunter I got 10k per successful bimbo grab, 25k per successful template grab and 75k or more for each successful specific grab.

The first six months on the job every trainee hunter is assigned to a veteran hunter to learn the ropes and the newbie only got a fraction of the job money. During the apprenticeship the Vet got 80% of the bounty and the junior hunter got 20%, and once the junior hunter started working solo, their Vet got 25% of the novice’s bounties for the next year to make up for it. It wasn’t a bad deal and I didn’t complain, the apprenticeship taught me a lot and it was worth the short term reduction in pay. Of course Mancipium didn’t let newly graduated hunters go for the tricky targets right away. Novices got assigned to bimbo grabs right off, then once you had 10 consecutive successes on the bimbo circuit you became eligible for template jobs, after another 10 consecutive template successes you were considered a veteran and could get specific target jobs. If you failed the grab for any reason your counter was reset. Once you informed the company you were going forward on a specified grab you were locked into it. The company needed at least 3 days warning to insure a safe house was ready.

Bimbo jobs were usually fast and easy, you simply went out to bars and clubs and looked for girls who had great figures, I usually looked for girls with nice tits and then started keeping tabs on a few of them. Ideally you wanted un-augmented women, but dolls acquired with boob job were pretty common. Once you had a few leads you started the background checks, looking into family and friends, checking to make sure they were drug and disease free. This was where a lot of targets got disqualified, you would think in this day more women would use protection, but no, STDs were still fairly common in bimbo targets. Implants could overcome most drug habits but the addicts usually had already weak immune systems and tended to have more issues with implant rejection. Most bimbo jobs took three weekends of work, the first weekend was spent gathering potential target info. Then the following week was spent disqualifying women for medical reasons or because they would raise too many eyebrows if they vanished. The second weekend and second week was for tracking behavior and schedules of your target, then the third weekend was the grab. You followed the target until they were done with clubbing or drinking or fucking and snatched them while they were vulnerable. I preferred the drunk ones to the one-night-stand grabs but grabbing a girl after her fling had the bonus of making the guy she had been with the prime suspect, which was good for me since the cops would usually spend enough time grilling the romeo and the trail would go cold.

Sometimes you’d blow the grab and the target would get spooked. When that happened you had eat the lost time and money and move on to try again elsewhere with a reset counter if you weren’t a veteran. There were no second attempts allowed once a target got away because of the risk. That’s why you had to prove yourself to be capable at each tier before the company moved you up to bigger game.

I graduated from bimbo grabs in under a year with only one failed grab, it was just bad luck, she should have been an easy mark going home drunk after a night out, I was ready to pull the fake cop routine to pull her over and put her in my car when she got busted by a real cop and was arrested for DUI. Too many eyes would be on her for the next couple of months so I let it go and marked her file for a follow up check later. I think some other novice hunter got her the following year because I got a small bonus for “previous work done” on one payout.

After I had my 10 consecutive successes on the bimbo grabs I started getting occasional template jobs. While template grabs were more profitable they tended to take longer since I had to do in depth checks on certain women on a list. This meant more travel time, deeper examinations of family and friends and generally a lot more observation and cover preparation to throw off suspicion. A party girl going missing after a night out doesn’t raise as many questions as a more reserved girl disappearing from her home or school. On a good order I found a viable target in the first three on the list of ten I would be given, sometimes I found none at all and had to request secondary targets. That would cost me 5k off the bounty along with the funds I had spent travelling and investigating. Once I had a viable target it would usually be another two weeks or so to pick the right time and set up the cover for a grab. Occasionally I would get lucky and find a target with money or relationship problems and the cover story would be easy to set up, other times I’d be on the last name on the list and the girl, or occasionally the guy, would be someone stable and well liked. In those cases I had to choose between and elaborate cover set up like hidden meth lab on their property, or going back for a new list. Some of the template jobs seemed to be more trouble than they were worth. Then again there were times when I would get a string of easy wins and collect several template bounties in quick succession. I made my 10 consecutive wins in template jobs in about two years. There were a couple of near misses that I had to suck up and start over with a new job, but each failure was a learning experience.

For the past couple of years I had a nice mix of doing bimbo grabs between template jobs and got a few specific snatches as well. I had cultivated a reputation for solid cover stories and clean grabs, which is why I had gotten the job to bring in Erma Jacobs. The upside of specific snatches like Erma was we didn’t have to worry about medical checks but downside was that there was no alternative choices either. No matter how well connected or well known the target was I had to make the grab happen. Of course if there were serious roadblocks the price for the grab went up along with the risk. In some cases a cadaver was needed for an accidental death cover story and even then there often would need to be bribes to medical examiners or other officials to make the story stick. More complications meant more chances to get caught. On the rare occasion that a hunter got caught during a job the company cut all ties and hung that poor sucker out to dry. Even if a hunter beat the rap and got acquitted they would never work for Mancipium again as a precaution. As a result most hunters would take the loss and suffer a miss rather than risk getting caught needlessly.

Because of her position Erma was one of the more dangerous jobs to take, plus the customer was a regular who demanded perfection and as a result would not take “oops!” for an answer. By accepting the job I was set to earn either a gold star or black mark.

Of course just because the hard part was over didn’t mean the danger had passed. I had to hold on to Erma for somewhere between four days and a week until our snoops were satisfied that her disappearance was covered. No one would come to collect her until the police were safely off the trail. I could have grabbed her later in the weekend which would have reduced the layover time but by doing the snatch earlier I made sure the trail would be that much colder for the authorities.

Someone might report Erma missing before Tuesday but it was more likely that her disappearance would go unnoticed until she missed work and they started checking up on her.

I logged out of the site, shut the computer down and went to bed. It was going to be a long week for me, and an even longer one for Erma.

I slept in the next morning, I had had a very long day after all. It was noon when I finally pulled myself out of bed. The first thing I did was crank up the computer and check into the encrypted site to see if there were any messages. Just one, it informed me that my request had been approved and was moving forward. Excellent.

I pulled on a robe and wandered out to the main room and found Erma standing in front of the Plexiglas wall of her cell looking out at me, I guess she was worried that I had died and she would be trapped. She had the thermal blanket wrapped around herself.

When she saw me she pointed frantically at the locked door slot, she wanted to tell me something obviously. I paid her no attention as I made coffee and toasted a frozen pastry. Once I had my breakfast I sat on the couch and pointedly ignored her muffled pleas to talk. After I caught up on the news programs I pulled on a headset like the kind fast food workers use, activated the wall monitor and clicked on the speaker that was hidden in the ceiling of her cell.

My voice took her by surprise “What is it cunt?”

She looked around and figured out the speaker was beside the light which made it hard to look at and then said “I’m hungry and thirsty and I want to make a deal.”

I pushed the talk button and said “The deal is your ass for food this time. You and I are stuck here for at least three more days so you make as well get used to trading your holes for food. If you give me any shit I’ll torture you as well. I can do a lot of things to you that won’t leave permanent marks.”

When the speaker clicked she responded “not that kind of deal. I know things you could use to make a lot of money. If you buy or short the right stocks I could double whatever cash you have on hand. You said you had my money and a lot of your own. If you agree to let me go, I can double your money.”

It sounded like she had rehearsed most of that but it was intriguing. I pushed the button and after the click said: “I don’t have your money yet, it will be a few weeks in the laundry cycle, as for my money, and yes I have a healthy sum saved up for my doll. What makes you think I would risk it and my standing with the company by letting you get away?”

She looked up at the speaker and replied “My boss has a secret deal in the works that is going to go down Tuesday shortly after the market opens. If you buy one stock and short another you could make a fortune. Maybe enough to buy another … doll if you have enough cash on hand.” She seemed to stumble over the word “doll”.

Click: “I will consider it after you eat.”

She had a mixed look on her face of hope and fear. “Do I still have to trade?”

Click: “Of course you do, just let me know when you are ready.”

Her face sagged. She looked at the floor for a minute then looked back up and said “I am ready to trade sir.” I noticed she had no problems with the “sir” part, I guess her years working ‘under’ her male bosses had ingrained it into her speech pattern.

I decided to test her a bit and didn’t bring the restraints, when I opened the cell door I simply said “Follow” and she did. She opened her mouth as if to talk but I held up a finger and she shut it again.

I went to the wall and pulled down a wrist-and-ankle spreader bar. I turned back to her and said “Bend over cunt”.

She replied “You don’t need that, I’ll do what you want”

I slapped her hard and said “Shut the fuck up slut.” Then I dropped the bar and grabbed a big ballgag off the wall with my right hand and a handful of her hair with my left. She started to apologize as I shoved the ball in her mouth and pulled it tight. Then I held her by the back of the neck and bent her over until her head was by her knees and said “Don’t fucking move!”

She shook a little as I buckled her wrist and ankles into the spreader. As I did so I informed her “I make the rules here, you are not in a negotiation, you are my prisoner, and you do what I say or you get punished.”

I stood up and found a condom and some lube, as I prepared her asshole for its impending violation I continued “Right now I am going to fuck the hell out of your ass, then I’m going to torture you for a bit. Then when I’m done with that I’ll feed you and THEN you will get two minutes to present your case, after which you WILL get ass-fucked again because I fucking feel like it.”

I didn’t ask if she understood I just grabbed her hips and went in balls deep.

Her asshole was tight, I mean really tight. If it wasn’t for the lube and the slick condom I might have hurt myself shoving my dick in her.

As it was I had some trouble moving in and out at first but after a few pumps and some strangled cries from Erma things went a bit smoother. I took my time moving in and out slowly and deliberately, making sure to go as deep into her ass as I could each time.

She whined and groaned and that just made my boner stiffer. After a good five minutes of slow hate-fucking I jizzed into her ass. When I was done I pulled out and tossed the condom away. Then I picked out a nice buttplug and shoved it in her ass and slapped her asscheek.

“Ah” I said “That’s better. Now for your torture bitch.” I picked her up by the waist and marched her over to the device I liked to call the ‘Fuck-O-Tron’. It was a metal frame that held a person on their hands and knees. The design was simple, one 3-foot long bar with a steel collar on a short rod mounted on one end for the neck, two cross bars at each end that ended in locking rings. Once locked in place there was a pumping dildo mounted on a pole at the rear that could be adjusted and then locked into place. The dildo machine was then plugged into a wall socket and could go on forever, fucking the victim endlessly.

I unlocked Erma from the spreader and pulled her into place on the Fuck-O-Tron. She resisted a little so I slapped her and then locked her in anyway. Once the dildo was in place I said “I’ll let you out when I am damn good and ready, I suggest you take this time to reflect on your behavior.” I stood up and as an afterthought added a blindfold to her predicament and then turned on the dildo.

I watched it pump away for a minute and listed to her grunt and whine since I “forgot” to lube it up first. Too bad for her.

After I was satisfied everything was working properly I went back to the living room and sat down to consider what she had said.

Yes I had money, just over half a million in a handful of accounts, I would have had more but after the first year on the job I had saved up and put a down payment on a luxury motorhome, and I still had a few large payments left on the vehicle. I did a few covert web searches on how stock trading worked and found that if she was telling the truth she could double or even triple my money if the risks paid off big.

I did the math, even if things went sour and I lost most of the money on this scheme I would still get close to 110k from the payday on Erma with the laundered cash from this job. With my current company credit and that payoff cash I could still probably cover any mods on my doll in such a situation but it was still risky.

I let her stew for half an hour as the Fuck-O-Tron raped her endlessly. After the first few forced orgasms she had descended into what sounded like one long continuous sob.

When I had made my decision I went back to her and flicked off the pump and then pulled out the dildo, it came out with an audible wet “pop” and she shuddered. I squatted down in front of her and pulled off the blindfold which was wet from her tears and unbuckled the gag which she spit out with a cough. She looked terrible. I held up a finger and said “One word, bacon or sausage?”

“Bacon.” She choked out.

“Ok,” I said “Wait right here and I’ll be back shortly.”

I went to the kitchenette and opened a box of bacon and egg breakfast burritos and nuked two in the microwave. All the food here was packaged, it lasted longer and the last thing a hunter needed was to arrive at a safe house and find a fridge full of spoiled food. When the burritos were done I put them on a paper plate and grabbed a bottle of soda and a flexi-straw and returned to Erma.

I pulled a short stool over in front of my captive and sat on it in front of her. I put the plate on the floor and unscrewed the soda bottle, placing the straw through the opening before offering the straw tip to Erma. She sucked at the straw for a moment and I said “Ok, you earned your food, so here we go, no talking, just eat.”

I fed her one of the burritos a bit at a time and let her drink more of the soda, as she endured the humiliation of being fed like a veal calf I nibbled on the second burrito and talked.

“I did a little research and I can see what you are offering. Short selling some stocks and buying others right before announcements can make a lot of money fast, it can also attract the SEC, so I’m considering your offer with a grain of salt. I can’t risk that kind of exposure so once you are done eating you can explain how this can work without me getting caught.”

She finished her burrito and was looking at the rest of mine, she had eaten much in the past 40 hours so I fed my leftover half to her as well.

After she finished eating and had drained the soda bottle I said “Ok, you have two minutes to impress me, I have 400 grand I can access quickly for this scheme. Start talking.”

She swallowed and composed herself as well as she could being locked in a steel frame on her hands and knees, naked and at the mercy of her kidnapper. Then she launched into her plan with a tone in her voice that sounded like a sales pitch.

“The short version is this, my boss will announce Tuesday afternoon that his company will acquire another smaller company, but not the one people think they will buy. If you buy stock in the right one and sell short on the other one you will make money on both ends since the value of the acquisition will rise short term and the value of the shunned company will fall. I know the companies and the one he will acquire isn’t doing well in the market, by keeping the acquisition a secret he gets a better price for it. I would have bought stock myself but the SEC always looks at employee stock records for things like that. I can show you how to quickly set up an account before Tuesday morning, then we transfer funds into it and make the transactions before the announcement. That 400 hundred thousand can easily become 600 or even 800 if we act fast and the stocks move up and down a lot.” When she finished she looked at me with equal amounts of fear and hope in her eyes.

I moved behind her and knelt down, she was probably expecting me to unlock the restraints on her legs but instead I pulled the buttplug out and started ass-fucking her instead. She started to complain then thought better of it and shut up. Her asshole was still stretched from the previous round of violation and the buttplug had kept it from tightening again, luckily there was still lube in her and my cock moved in and out easily.

“I told you this would happen.” I said as I pounded away sans condom, which might be a violation of company rules but I was clean and so was she, it was in her file. A minute later I came a little in her backroom, it’s not like I had much time to build up a new load yet, when I was done, I pulled my cock out and shoved the plug back in, even from back here I could tell she had a disgusted look on her face but she was fighting for her freedom and would accept anything I did as long as she had a chance to get out of this mess.

I got up, went into the bathroom and cleaned myself off, on the way back I picked up a leg irons & cuff set. Once I had Erma out of the Fuck-O-Tron I re-shackled her and led her back to the cell. Before I locked her in I told her “I have some things to do, but I’ll be back to continue our discussion in a while“.

I went back to the bedroom and pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt before cranking up the computer and logging into the company dark site.

One of the things the company did on the side was craft short term fake ID sets good for a few weeks to a few years that were available to guys like me for a fee. The good, and thus expensive, ones were 10 grand or more but included beautiful fakes of state issued licenses and SSN cards, I didn’t need anything that in depth for my plan. All I needed was one of the pre-made bank accounts with a name and matching legitimate SSN for transactions. These were usually the names and numbers of convicts or people who had dropped off the grid and who wouldn’t or couldn’t raise a fuss. None of them were people we disappeared for obvious reasons. These accounts held between a few hundred to a few thousand dollars and the prices reflected that. I made a decision and put in an order for the combo I needed and paid in company credit, losing two grand off my account.

Now I had a name and reportable SSN along with an established bank account to move the money through. Odds are the IRS would get a red-flag report on this account because of the sudden movements of large sums through it soon but by then it would be emptied and closed and its owner, one “Vincent Waters Jr.” would have some questions to answer, assuming he was someplace he could be found.

Identity theft for the win! Damn it feels good to be a criminal some days.

Armed with my credentials I returned to the living room and sat down on the couch. I put on the headset and clicked on the mic.

“Ok,” I said “I’ve heard your offer and considered it, and here’s my counter offer. I won’t release you…” I saw her face harden as I continued “What I will do is create opportunity for you to escape on your own.”

“In a few days a collection team will come for you, when they do I will make sure you have a key to the shackles you will be put in and I’ll switch the sedative with something weaker. You will be a little sluggish for an hour but you will have to pretend to pass out and wait for your chance. The team will have to stop for gas at some point, and they are most likely to do it while you are knocked out. You slip out of the shackles and run somewhere public screaming your head off. But here’s my stipulation, you need to make sure that the cops never get my description because if they do… well I grabbed you once, and I can do it again, and I will deliver both you and at least one family member to Sheila, or someone worse if you turn her in as well. Do you accept these terms?”

She had listened intently once I had started in on the plan and nodded as I spelled out the details. She didn’t hesitate when I was done and eagerly announced “Yes! YES!”

I took off the headset and went to the cell and opened it, “come with me” I said and led her to the couch, she started to kneel on the floor but I stopped her and said “On the couch, after all … we’re in business together now.”

She did as instructed and I pulled out a pad of paper and told her to give me the details.

It took a couple of hours to get the plan worked out, we had a bit of work to do before Tuesday morning, moving money to the new account, setting up a trading account with a stockbroker site, placing the orders before opening and then waiting for the announcement and the fallout.

She would help me determine the time to cash out, but of course we only had a day or so to work. Once the police investigation was on and the false trail was being followed the collection team would come for her.

As a show of good faith I took out the plug she had been enduring for the past couple of hours, then I let her take a shower and wear a sweat suit the rest of the day. I put the shackles back on of course but other than that she was relatively free to move around so long as she staying in my line of sight.

That night I put her back in the cell after another TV dinner and the following day she was allowed to read or watch TV under my supervision. We even practiced hiding and retrieving the key from her vagina, then her unlocking the cuffs blindfolded. I shot her up with the lesser sedative a couple of times so she would be used to its effects and dumped out the contents of the regular bottle and replaced the liquid with the weaker version.

Tuesday morning she sat next to me at the computer as I made the transfers and placed the orders, then we spent the day watching the financial channel. As expected news broke about her firm’s acquisition around 2pm and the stocks involved started moving. The expected acquisition began falling fast and the surprise acquisition soared, moving up from 12 bucks a share to 19 then 22 as the market drew nearer to closing time.

“Sell them all now.” She said with more authority in her voice than I would have thought possible.

“Sure thing, doll” I said as I placed the sell order. She winced as I reminded her of the fate she was working to avoid.

Next we moved the money and closed the trading account, then moved the money again and left the bank account with a dollar in it, the other 758,271 dollars looked beautiful as it moved off to a numbered account and then to another numbered account. Wednesday I would have to begin moving some of it bit by bit back to my regular accounts, it would take nearly a month to move it all without triggering IRS flags but it would be time well spent. Erma had earned me nearly a year’s pay in one day.

Erma was proud of herself. I was so happy that I even let her have a ice cream bar for dessert after her evening microwave meal.

I’m not all bad.

Wednesday afternoon I got a text on my burner to check messages on the dark site, when I did there was a coded message that indicated that a collection team had been dispatched and that I should prep for their arrival. The police had begun investigating Ms Jacobs’s disappearance on Monday and were following the false trail.

Now for the finale.

I told Erma that she was being collected soon and it was time to set things up for her eventual escape. I took her over to the dungeon area and strapped her face down to the St Andrew’s cross. After that I took one of the whips to her back, legs and buttocks. It wasn’t painful but it gave her a set of vicious looking marks would fade in about a day. As I whipped her I explained it was to sell her captivity to the collectors and her abuse to the police.

I kept the shackle key “in case they do a cavity search” I told her “I’ll fondle it into your vag before you go, just like we practiced.”

She looked worried but knew it was her only hope.

I locked her in the cell and fixed her one last TV dinner, I had just slid the tray with a plastic fork and a diet cola through the door when the collection team arrived. “Sorry, we ran out of the regular stuff, all that is left is diet” I told her.

After the collectors dark blue van was parked and the warehouse doors were closed a man and a woman exited the vehicle. The man was pretty average in the looks department but he was lean and muscled like a bar bouncer. The woman was obviously a doll, she was dressed like a porn cop, high heels, dark stockings, tight navy blue miniskirt cut just a couple inches too short, a police style shirt that was struggling to contain her ample cleavage, fire engine red lips and mirror shades topped with a police style hat. She had a shiny badge that said “A-1 Security”.

I didn’t know the man personally but I knew the type. Like me he was here to do a job and get paid. His doll was his backup and fucktoy.

I greeted him and we chatted while Erma ate her meal, he agreed to let her finish before taking her out and we talked about her capture, his doll and his time at the company. He identified himself as “Chet” which we both knew was an alias, I said I was “Leo”, he told me that had retired from hunting after a close call the previous year and bought the doll that was now his partner with his company credit. She was a basic bimbo with some personality mods to make her more to his liking and to help him with his new job. He told me she was named “Barbie”, no imagination that guy.

After Erma had eaten I took her from the cell and she acted like the scared and abused woman they expected. When she was out of the cell, still naked the collector announced “Cavity search!” and ‘Barbie’ saluted him and moved over to the naked captive, bending her over. Then the doll shoved her fingers in the girls ass, probing it, then did the same to her pussy, finally the doll opened Erma’s mouth and shoved the same fingers in to search under her tongue. Once she got past the shock Erma whimpered and looked at me.

The other hunter and I both laughed at her and let the doll finish the search. Afterward we dressed Erma in a track suit and sneakers “as a precaution in case she is seen” I said, and then marched her into the outer warehouse where I felt her up & down one last time, sliding the key into her slit before handing the collector’s doll the shackles and the kit containing a syringe and the drug bottle. The doll took the items and locked Erma into the irons before giving her the going away shot. Then we loaded her in the back of the soundproofed and windowless van. It had a mattress on the floor and she lay on it as the drugs began to take effect.

Yes drugs, plural. By the time she realized what was going on, the combination of the weak drug and the secondary dose of drug I had slipped into her diet soda would be taking effect and put her deep into la-la land. If she was cognizant enough to try the key before she passed out, she would discover it was the wrong one and didn’t fit the shackles.

Eventually Erma would figure out that I had fucked her one last time.

She might even try to report me to the company but they wouldn’t care, hell I might even get a commendation for keeping her docile this way. Not that I ever intended to release her or help her escape of course, because as I told Erma, I lack empathy.

As the collector drove away with Sheila’s latest toy, I got back to business, I had to clean up, restock the supplies and prep this place for the next hunter. In a few of days I could expect the template packet to arrive at my company account and I could start the serious business of hunting for my own perfect doll, and there was no way in hell I would name her ‘Barbie’…