The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Well, lookie what we got here . . . Someone a little late for an appointment upstairs?” The women who speaks is a blonde I’d hoped never to see again. She rarely did her own dirty work before, but things really aren’t quite like they used to be.

A redhead beside her laughs loudly and scans her eyes over me not like the common thugs or whores, but like my old sparring partners used to. She doesn’t look much better dressed than the whores, or much tougher, but no one in Midas is just as strong as they look.

There are a lot more than just the two of them, yet I keep my eyes trained on them. Sinthiya, the blonde, is dangerous by nature. The redhead is a mystery, and worrying if only because I don’t know what to expect.

My silence makes Sinthiya frown. Most people stutter and apologize to try and find a way to get away from her and her gang without getting hurt. I should have too. Standing out is never a good thing . . .

Red steps a little closer to me with a big overly self satisfied smirk on her face, and a large part of me already wants to wipe it off of her face. “She’s not trembling or screaming. Definitely not begging. Think she’s a fighter?”

Without permission my body tenses, and it takes a lot more effort than I would have thought to not take a defensive stance.

“Nah. She’s not talkin’. The fighters start flipping us shit, like that dumb silver bitch I told you about. She had one hell of a mouth on her, didn’t she?” The other girls crowding around us mutter and mumble out affirmatives to Sinthiya‘s words, and I stiffen a little bit more.

If I were anywhere else, my ears would be on fire.

As it is, I just blush and have to whimper to keep from glaring angrily.

“Well, then I wanna see if the dumb bitch can take a punch!” In a blur of speed the redhead’s fist flies at me like a missile, and I only deflect the blow at the last possible moment.

Everything feels like it’s going way too fast, and I’m going way too slow. The world is a million times quicker than I remember it ever having been before. Normally I would have dodged to the side and blocked, and managed a counterstrike all before I even realized this time around that she really was going to throw the punch!

“Shit.”

Of course, usually I’m not trying to act defenseless. I should have let her hit me. I should have tried to just pass out, collapse, or . . .

My heart is racing. The feeling hurts and feels so strange, but it’s beating so hard and desperately that it should be denting out from my body. I can’t even remember feeling this, this feeling of quickness in panic, so weak, so full of dread, adrenalin, and blood.

The redhead grins and slowly pulls her fist back in front of her. All of the rest of those brats, even Sinthiya form a circle around us, like some sort of ring. “Oooh, she can stop a punch! We got a little Janie Chan on our turf, huh?”

I guess my fighting stance looks like something from a bad martial arts flick, but I’d never thought of it that way before. “Something about this dumb bitch . . . Introduce the little cunt to the sidewalk, Mara.”

Mara just grins, and her left leg surges out from behind her towards my stomach. Real fights aren’t like bad sci-fi movies. I don’t grab her foot. I slam it down with my wrist in a downward arch, and swing my other hand forward to slam it into her neck.

I miss, but I still get her in the shoulder. Her body tenses before she tries to grab my wrist. Quickly I pull it back, and slam the back of a closed fist into her face before jumping back to give us a little space.

“Fucking whore!” She’s barely even winded, but she’s at least in a good amount of pain.

Me, I’m gasping for each breath and my chest still feels more tense and more tight like a woman on the edge of an orgasm. I keep one hand over my chest and take as slow and deep of breaths as I can manage. “I’m not . . . a whore . . . Least I don’t take orders . . . from a blonde creampuff!”

Almost before I can react again, Mara swings her fist out for my face. This time I dodge and raise my foot up quick before thrusting it fiercely against her leg.

Just like always my luck flares up, and instead of just getting her shin, her loud scream and crumpling to the ground let me know I it her knee, and by knee, I mean her locked knee.

“That’s who this fucking Chronos slut is! She’s that god damned chrome cunt—she just has to be!” Sinthiya stares out from the circle and glares. “She ain’t shining like a fucking Christmas tree, but she’s got the same mouth, the same moves . . .”

“Awww . . . did it take you . . . this fucking long . . .?” My chest seizes tighter and my whole body twists into the pain. I feel so exhausted, and instead of the pain being too much to believe myself passing out during, it’s oddly lulling and too intense not to be overwhelmed by. “Should’ve . . . stayed in school!”

Mara is still screaming and desperately trying to make her leg work right, and it’s a pitiful attempt. That doesn’t matter though. I’m so weak, and Sinthiya still has her gang.

The word “fucked” doesn’t begin to cover it.

One of the unimportant girls half picks up Mara and drags her away as everyone keeps edging closer and closer to me. They look more and more upset every little moment. My body shudders as it’s wracked with a new wave of pain and fatigue. Right now struggling weakly feels more exhausting than running a marathon.

Looks like I’m not going to be lucky enough to fall into the dumpster after all.

“Lisa . . .” Sinthiya just nods, and I try to turn around . . . but a fist smashes into the side of my head, and a leg slams into the back of one of my legs.

The sound I make is barely a whimper, and not even a gasp when my head barely doesn’t hit the concrete, I’m shocked to realize I braced my fall . . . somehow . . .

“Mmm . . . time to taste the cold truth of defeat, you powerless little bitch! Sleep tight, I’ll be there grinning when you wake up . . .” I don’t want her to be right that I’m going to pass out—I don’t want to give her the satisfaction . . .

My vision starts to tunnel, and my eyes want to close. Just for a rest, just so I can gather my strength . . . then I can kick them around and get back to my apartment . . .

My eyes closing feels almost as soothing as being held and having my hair stroked . . . so blissful, I couldn’t ask for more as the pain melts away and everything turns into fluffy nothingness.

“She better wake up, Lisa, or I’m going to be pissed. If I wanted her dead I would’ve told Emma to shoot her!” Sinthiya’s angry voice is the first thing I can feel. My whole body feels like a lead weight, or something even heavier, and my chest feels so tired and sore.

My veins feel overworked and filled with sizzling battery acid. In all of my super powered exploits I never once felt my heart race. I’d breathe a little quick sometimes, but nothing at all like that . . .

Slowly I open my eyes. The left side of my face is sore and likely bruised, but I’m alive so it’s not that bad. Alive, and thinking for myself—in this situation both are actually good things. I can only imagine the vengeance Mara would love to extract from me in a helplessly obedient state . . .

“See Sin, she’s alive! Looks about as clammy as uh . . . a fucking clam, but she’s alive. For now anyway . . .” Lisa’s voice calls out all chipper, happy and relieved . . .

Good for her.

The lighting is poor, but at least it’s not too bright. I can barely move and at first my heart starts screaming and my breathing turns about half as panicked as it was before. When I realize that it’s rope holding me still and not a nearly broken body, I feel a whole hell of a lot better.

Sinthiya steps in front of me, and grins like a hungry backlit vampire. “I’ve been waiting for something like this for . . . way too long. You have been a very, very annoying thorn in my side.”

“Shame I wasn’t in your paw . . . huh . . .? And doesn’t every rose have its tho-nnnn!” Sin slaps the back of her hand across my face, and my vision shakes moments after. My eyes struggle to readjust, but they just don’t seem to be up to speed with reality. It doesn’t matter though, I don’t need to be seeing in perfect twenty-twenty at the moment anyway . . .

“Shut up! You’re caught, you had some kind of a heart attack, and you’re getting on my god damned nerves! Jesus—you aren’t even super powered anymore and you still have to say those fucking smart ass lines like you wear a fucking cape!” She slaps me again, but it’s much weaker, and she seems satisfied . . . “Fucking idiot . . .”

If my blood was flowing especially well, I’d be blushing or something, but as it is I just feel helpless and numb. The silence is soothing, and I pray that it will last . . .

It can’t, but that would really be nice!

Sinthiya and Lisa just watch me as I struggle just to see straight and breathe. They look way too happy with themselves—and I don’t like that at all.

Mara must be off recovering. Hopefully she’ll be okay but learn from it. I doubt it. Odds are that I’ll meet her again and win with another well placed shot to her knee. I can hope it’ll go that well anyway.

Finally Sinthiya grins and motions to Lisa. “When Chronos got put down like a mangy old dog, not all of the Infidels were stuck stewing in those shitty jail cells you got us stuck in. That tall ass building had some yummy goodies tucked away inside . . . Oh, the sex toys and some of the files were useful, but Lisa . . . Show her the real treasure we found?”

Lisa grins from ear to ear and walks out of the light. The way her ass pushes out just barely into the light I’m guessing she’s grabbing down into something . . . and I’m right. When she comes back into the light, her left hand is holding a shining syringe full of a neon green fluid. “Your old lady’s stash! This is some good shit right here . . .”

My body is too exhausted to show it properly, but I’m shocked and scared. I knew that The Lady kept pharmaceuticals around for some subjects that resisted conditioning and for use in some of Windy’s machines, but I would have thought that Jade and her friends would have been more careful to make sure none of it got around anyone like Lisa, and most definitely nowhere near a dangerous conniving little bitch like Sinthiya . . .

Looks like the good guys are only good enough to get me in even worse situations than I get myself into alone. “You need to be careful with that stuff . . . it’s dangerous . . . do you even know how it works . . .?”

“Oh, don’t you even try that shit with me little girl.” Sinthiya holds out her hand, and Lisa places the needle carefully atop it. “We tested this out on a pretty police lady . . . She’s been very helpful to us, by the way . . . You can thank that dumb bitch of a ‘Lady’ for putting the police in our pocket .. .”

“You know you’re no better tha-aa!” She slaps me again, not with the hand holding the syringe, but I whimper sharply before realizing that.

“Do you really think I give a fuck about being better than you? No!” Sinthiya grins and slowly trails the tip of the syringe down the side of her own face, down her neck, and then slowly down her cleavage that in spite of myself I can’t help but find impressively delicious. Just tanned enough, just full enough to be exquisite and desirable, with skin that would be so pleasantly soft and sweet to the taste . . .

Looking up to meet her eyes would take far too much exhausting effort, so I just let myself stare at her chest. She obviously wants me to, and I don’t see why not. The needle moves again, down, and I follow it just for the sake of curiosity as it slowly traces down to the end of her shirt skirt. “In fact . . . I fucking love being worse than you, Sil- . . . That doesn’t work anymore, does it, slut? We need to give you a whole new name now, don’t we?”

“My name is Sar-aaaaah!” Sinthiya slaps me again and I let out a sharp cry that only draws out my name longer. I want to be called Silver, but if she won’t, then Sarah is better than nothing, isn’t it . . .?

“I didn’t ask you what you think your fucking name is! Sarah is a pretty name for a girl, for a woman, not a little ex-power-slut like you. What do you think, Lisa?” My eyes stay only on the needle though, as it traces slow circles up under her skirt, teasingly. I would never have pegged Sinthiya as a lesbian, much less interested in me . . . With how quick she got out of jail I was always catching her, I never got a sense of any attraction . . .

Lisa’s laughs in a bobble headed sort of way and then weakly giggles. “I think we could call her peachy! You know, coz she used to be all chromey and now she’s like a peach! Well, I mean, dunno if she has any fuzz, but probably!”

Even if I’m not looking at her face, I can feel Sinthiya’s grin burning it’s way into me. “Oh, we’ll be finding out about the fuzz soon enough . . . Peachy sounds good . . .”

“Oooh, do I get a turn, like with the pretty police lady? She had the tightest ass I’d eeever seen . . .” Much less did I suspect Sinthiya of running a gang of lesbians. I’d heard a lot of pretty weird things going on in Midas, but I’d never once heard of anything like that being run absolutely anywhere! It made less than no sense, way, way less than no sense, at least to me . . .

“Aww, look at her, she’s all confused! Yes, little Peachy, my girls and I like a good pussy, how the heck do you think we all got together? A tough street bitch with a taste for tuna gets given shit unless she’s got a posse, and I’ve got the hottest posse in the whole damned town . . .” Crude as she is, Sinthiya really does have a point . . . She makes me miss Chronos in ways I didn’t know that I could. She has what I miss, this stupid street bitch really does have everything I miss . . .

Or at least Lisa does.

Vainly I try to struggle again. The ropes hold me far too tight, and I still feel like I’m down to one or two hit points. Nothing I can do will get me out of these ropes . . .

Slowly, Sinthiya moves the needle so that the chamber or whatever it’s called is lifting up her skirt, so that I can get a nice long look at her red panties, dark and wet with desire. “Do you know why I’m already so wet, peachy? You have a nice bod and all, but you really have pissed me off . . .”

“I . . . I really don’t know . . .” My eyes are transfixed on the red, and I can’t even imagine wanting to look away. No matter what happens next, I’m being given a free show of a rather attractive woman’s panties, that only seem to be getting darker the longer that I watch. Her body sways faintly, and the needle shifts faintly, but that doesn’t matter as much as the sight.

“Because knowing I’m going to be controlling you . . . and turning you into an obedient little cunt worshiper makes me hot . . .” The needle pulls away, and I let my eyes follow it as she hoists it up by her grinning face. She looks so predatory, so frightening . . .

That vial may be just a little bit too high tech to belong in her hand, but at the moment I’m just beyond thankful that she doesn’t have anything anywhere near Mind Bore’s level of tech.

Lisa steps up behind me, or I assume it’s Lisa. Whoever she is, her hand strokes over the bruise on my face, and then slowly down my hair. Lips press to my ear and faintly kiss . . . I try to struggle but I can’t seem to manage to get any leverage at all, and end up slumping miserably in the chair. The kisses turn into nibbles, and then Lisa’s voice whispers into my ear. “You’re used to this though, aren’t you . . .? Just let it happen . . . You’re our little peachy slut now . . .”

“No . . . nnn . . .” Sinthiya grins and leans forward, slowly sliding the needle down my neck much like she did along her own. I’m still dressed, but I’m tied in a way that I can tell moving my clothes to the side will be no problem at all . . . “Don’t . . .”

My pleas sound more like begging than refusing, and Sinthiya’s chuckle as the needle slides over ropes and along the curves of my breasts lets me know she can sense it. “Awww, little Chronos cunt only wants to get fucked by her Lady? Too bad . . . You’re my little whore now, just like Lisa said . . .”

“Oooh!” Being called her whore makes me gush, and I arch hard into both of their touches. I can just imagine Sinthiya in fishnets and leather or latex or . . . mmmm nothing at all . . . but . . . “Don’t want to . . . Ooh . . .”

I can’t even bring myself to lie, and the needle starts to slowly run along my body towards an arm. I don’t want to feel it pierce, if only because I hate the sensation, but I want the effect so bad. I want to be used again, a toy again, some helpless little slut against my will all over again . . . her little whore! I’d finally get to live out that fantasy, that fetish . . .! Oh Mind Bore’s programming is so good, it makes me tingle and sizzle so hot and so deep and warm and wet inside . . .

Sinthiya purrs and presses herself against me, and I feel my body growing so warm. Her skin is just as soft as I’d hoped, and her lips kiss over the ear that Lisa has neglected as the metal tip from the syringe pierces into my skin. “Yes you do . . . you do want to be my little whore . . .”

The stopper slowly presses down, and the green fluid stings as it burns its way into my blood . . . I know it won’t kick in right away, or it shouldn’t but . . . She keeps kissing, keeps saying those words over and over like a mantra, and Lisa joins in. Two beautiful women, just want me to be their whore . . . They just want me to fulfill one of my favorite fetishes, oh its so hot just to think about!

“Oooh, your little whore . . . Just wanna . . . Mmmm . . .” Sinthiya’s hands rub slowly over me, and start to work at the ropes holding me down. Every time my body can move more, I arch more against her. When my hands are free I reach up to grab her hips to try and press my body more into hers . . .

“Wow, she’s a horny little slut . . .! Usually takes awhile longer for that drug to kick in . . .” Lisa’s voice breaks the mantra, but it doesn’t matter . . . I want to be her little whore! My body is still tired, but that just means I have to work harder! I reach back and grab her wrist and shove her hand onto my breast and squeeze to make her grasp onto me.

It’s a touch still through my top and still through my bra, but that doesn’t matter! I can feel it all the way down to my spine! My clit throbs and my nipples tighten as I try to make her grasp harder. “Your horny little slut! Just wanna fuck, need to fuck . . . Use me . . .!”

Lisa’s eyes bulge and I only arch into her gaze as Sinthiya pulls out the needle with a loud purr. “Mmm, she might be programmed to be extra weak to it . . .” The syringe is thrown off out of the light, and I hear it shatter even before Sin tears my top into tatters. “Good little whore . . . we’ve payed a lot for you and gave you a nice hot dose of your favorite vitamin, I think you owe us some good hot fucking.”

“Ooooh yessss, fucking!” The whole world feels so strange, covered in a warm hot surreal sensation that doesn’t even matter. Nothing matters besides how fucking needy I feel, how fucking hot they are . . . I keep arching into Lisa’s hand as she starts to twist and play with my nipple, and Sinthiya works on pulling off my pants. “Just want to be a hoooot little whore! Mmm I’ll do anything you want, love my favorite vitamin . . .”

My pants finally hit the floor, and shortly after my panties. Sinthiya steps back and grins down at me, so hot, sooo powerful! I’ve never seen a client so hot, so fucking sizzling! “That’s a good whore . . . Mmm, on your knees little peachy, I want you to give me a nice hot tongue bath . . .”

“Mmmm whatever you waaant!” I moan as Lisa spares one last hard twist before I drop down off of the chair and kneel in front of Sinthiya. My tired arms reach up to pull her panties to the side as my tongue darts along her wet folds, tracing and teasing her slit.

Her whole body shakes, and her hands thread through my hair to keep my face held tight against her hot snatch. I feel like such a dirty whore as I start to coax her clit out to my mouth so I can suckle and ever so faintly nibble, wanting to feel and taste as much of her as I possibly can. Need to make my client, my owner, hot hot Sin cum as much as I possibly can!

Each touch makes her writhe and hold me tighter, and it makes me feel so very good to know I’m pleasing her. Lisa’s hands trail over my body, groping and clawing, and it feels so good too. Not because she’s touching me well, but because she’s enjoying using my body like a hot little whore’s body, a little toy that’s all bought and paid for.

Her hands rub over my ass and tug away my panties before starting to fill my slutty cunny with her long fingers. Lisa has such soooft hands, almost as soft as the hot pussy I can’t take my face away from, nibbling, suckling, fingers rubbing and starting to feel inside of her, teasing around the rim without sliding inside. I don’t want to tease her too much, just want to make her orgasm one to remember!

My eyes are closed tight, but I can see so many things. I can see and feel beautiful green flowing over my body, hot and peaceful while still urging me on, flowing through me and controlling me almost as much as Sinthiya’s taste. It makes all of my thoughts feel so hot yummy and slutty, tingly and green.

Everything would almost feel numb and dreamy if it didn’t feel so hot and real, so intense, as intense as the perfect taste coating the inside of my mouth and all down my throat as I keep suckling from what feels like an infinite fount of Sin’s sweet honey. “Mmmm, she’s got such a good fucking tongue Lisa, you’ll need to... nnnnnaaaa—feel this! S-so dedicated and... mmmmmm hot!”

My ass raises up in the air and I wiggle more, pushing back harder into Lisa’s fingers. They’re talking, it doesn’t matter, not as much as doing what a good little whore does. “And her eyes were so . . . green! And she’s so wet!”

“Mmm, doesn’t that make it even hoooootter?! Such a fucking good whore!” Her praise makes me quiver shudder and shake, I’m so close to flying over the edge of my own bliss, but I can’t until she cums! I need to make my client cum, need to make her give me my vitamin over and over again, I want to be the best whore I can be! A brothel of one!

“Fuck, she’s going to cum just tasting you . . .!” Lisa’s voice quivers as I tighten more around her fingers and mewl, suckling more and more, latched, fingers thrusting in and out of Sinthiya desperately. “Even the cop wasn’t this hot!”

“That’s because peachy is a traaaained whore, isn’t she?! Make me cum you little peach!” Being called peachy, the name Lisa gave me, makes me groan and clench harder around Lisa’s fingers as I nibble harder, moaning, losing myself in the pure bliss of being a good whore and pleasing my clients so well that they’ll need me again and again and again!

I can feel Sinthiya trying to hold back, trying to draw out the pleasure, the point of her release, but my touches are relentless. Tongue, lips, teeth, fingers, in moments she’s screaming out and crumbling down onto her back, keeping my face cradled between her thighs.

Even after she cums I don’t stop, nibbling, suckling, lapping desperately to get every last drop of her wet cum into my mouth. She tastes so fucking good! “Nyaaaaa! She knows what she’s.. she’s... doing! Don’t you dare stop!” Lisa starts to nibble at my thigh and I only pause a moment to gasp and let out a loud moan before redoubling my efforts . . . She couldn’t make me stop right now if she begged me . . .

“Oooh stop, stop! Another flick of your tongue is going to make me bleed!” Lisa whimpers, her fingers tugging my hair to pull my face away from her exhausted pussy. Her tender flesh is flush and dripping, and I spare one last lick before nuzzling my cheek against her thigh to look up into her eyes with my own half lidded in a temptress’s pose. Slowly I writhe my body to watch her watch me—it gives me such a dirty sparkle of arousal to know that she’s watching me like this . . .

Behind me, Sinthiya arches her naked body against mine, and I coo at the feeling of her nipples kissing my back. “Mmm . . . You were a good use for that hot green drug . . .” Her fingers slowly trace over my scalp along with Lisa’s, and I mewl like the hot, wet little sex kitten I am.

There’s no need for me to speak, just look sexy and move sexy. All I need to be is sex appeal in human form. That’s all a whore ever needs to be . . . Hands trail over more of my body and I let my eyes slowly close . . . I can see the green that fills and surrounds everything better this way anyway. Everything looks so pretty with my eyes closed, I can see the green pulse with my weak heartbeat that’s even more strained after all of that hot sex.

“Shame we can’t keep her, isn’t it Lisa . . .?” Sin’s nails claw down my back to swat my ass hard, and I whimper back into the touch. Not keep me?! Wasn’t I a good whore?! I’ll need more of my vitamins!

“We can’t?!” Lisa whimpers out loudly, and I nibble her thigh in response. Her hand lightly swats my face and I whimper, but she must be sore after so very much of my expert attention . . . She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and her puss is still so wet, the smell mingling with my own and Sinthiya’s. “Why not?! She’s so hot, so good . . . She gets off just on getting us off, and she’s got experience with other stuff, and . . .!”

Sinthiya sniffs and slowly pulls away after swatting my ass again. “This isn’t about getting that little slut off! She got us busted so many fucking times . . . This is about re-fucking-venge. We made the little cunt eat us out, and now . . .” She leans in close, and faintly nibbles my ear before whispering in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard, “tell me my hot little whore slave, what would be the worst I could do . . .?”

At first all I do is stiffen up. The worst?! Why would she want to do the wors- . . . It doesn’t matter. It’s not a whore’s job to think. All I need to do is be a good girl and obey, tell her what she wants to know, that’s all I’m supposed to do . . . all I’m meant to do . . .

With a deep sigh I try to press closer to Lisa and whimper. “You could toss me back out . . . all alone . . . want to be a whore, don’t want to be free and alone . . . Would rather let my heart stop working . . .”

“And it feels pretty close . . .” Sin grabs my shoulders and moves me onto my back, slowly tracing over my chest. My heart is still struggling in my chest, but if they wanted more, I would find a way to give them more if they asked for it!

“Mmm . . . Tell you what . . . Your eyes are still green, so that nummy drug is still working . . . You’re going to get yourself dressed . . . and you’re going to go take yourself to the closest hospital . . . Want you to live a nice long life . . . Free, and so far away from mean women who will take away your mind and let you lap at them for hours . . . Can you do that for me, you good little whore you . . .?”

Tears well up in my eyes and I choke back a sob before slowly nodding, whimpering and slowly sitting up to grab out blindly in the green for my panties. “Yess . . . Peachy’ll go and get herself taken care of . . .”

She slaps my face again, but it’s only a light slap, only enough for me to feel it . . . “Bad girl! Peachy isn’t a name for a girl like you . . a woman, a girl . . . your name is Sarah! Don’t forget it!”

Her grin grows wider as I start to dress, and my spirit crumbles as I let myself melt into the numbing warmth of the green. It’s safe there, all I have to do is just let the green control me, let the green dress me, let the green be escorted out of the secret gang hide out with directions for the closest hospital . . .

When I finally stumble far enough away, I imagine the falling tears as green.