The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emily Foster was enjoying her college orientation. College! The blond, just turned 18 year old girl, had finally made it. She had a simple plan for her life: declare as a psychical therapy major, fall in love with a wonderful, sexy, man, get married, and have a family. College would be a big part of that. The tall, near six foot, blond had played basketball in high school, but wasn’t really interested in pursuing athletics any further. To make herself memorable to eligible gentlemen, these days she preferred high heels to running shoes. She still worked out, but her focus had shifted from the fun of high school athletics toward the drive to find her true love.

Today, as she left the library, after using a computer inside the air conditioned building to sign up for the campus conservative group, she definitely turned some heads. The tall blond wore a pink summer dress with tan platform sandals. Her long, toned, legs were sun kissed just enough from a few days of sunning to have the perfect look she wanted. While Emily did not have large breasts, she did show an decent amount of cleavage to gain the attention of the cute upperclassman assisting in running her orientation.

As Emily caught up with the group, mostly awestruck local students and their parents, another woman approached her. The brunette was wearing a pinstripe business suit, pretty formal for a warm August day, and black pumps. A French manicured hand extended toward her. “Hello, my name is MacKenzie. I’m a senior here at Ohmsford U, but I wanted to introduce myself to you today.” She handed Emily a card. “My sorority is looking for new members and I think you’ll fit in really nicely. We’ve only let in one new girl so far, this girl named Brandi Kanko...”

Before Mackenzie could finish, Emily broke in. “Oh, wow, I totally want to join a sorority.” What a great way to meet guys and make the most out of college, she thought. “What do I need to do to join?” She laughed a little bit. “I hope you don’t, like, haze or anything.”

Mackenzie quickly shook her head. “Oh, no, we don’t do anything like that. We are classy and very civil. In the past year, we have really worked to change the image of our sorority. The sorority only lets in young women who seem to be heading places in life. Whether it be a career, or as the wife of someone influential, our first duty is finding girls who will be important contributors to the world.”

Emily nodded slowly, understanding what she was getting at. “Well, I don’t want to be like, Hilary Clinton or whatever. I want to go to college, fall in love with a great man, and then have a family.”

Mackenzie smiled, placing a manicured hand on the tan girl’s arm. “Oh, me too! I am definitely more on the homemaker end of things myself.” The brunette was quiet for a beat as the summer breeze from the ocean nearby blew some of her blond highlights into her face. “Let’s ditch this boring orientation and go get coffee, okay?”

Emily agreed and followed her to the student center. They entered and found a table near the back end, away from the small clusters of incoming freshman and summer students studying for their finals. She couldn’t believe her luck finding a beautiful, Mackenzie really was stunning, new friend who could hook her up with a sorority. A sorority that only wanted the best girls.

Mackenzie returned with their coffees and sat down at the table. A question lingered in Emily’s mind. “So, what’s up with the suit? Do you work on campus?”

The brunette laughed, sipping at her coffee. “Actually, I work for a match making company. I guess you could call it that. I’m on my way back from an on-site consultation with a client.”

“Oh, cool.” Emily watched a young man with long hair walk by with a redhead wearing a very short pixie cut and baggy skater shorts. The girl checked out each and every girl on the sandwich line, to the great amusement of the boy. “So, what are you, a senior?” She wanted to get to know Mackenzie, who would be her line into the social hierarchy of Ohmsford University.

Mackenzie nodded. “Yep, I finish up this semester actually. I took extra classes this summer so I could graduate and get on with my life. My fiancée wants me to move with him to Florida for his new job. We are Skyping every night right now.” She looked away and sighed, “I miss him so much.”

“Oh,” Emily began, “you’re engaged? Congrats! What does he do down there?”

“He runs the water park portion of a large resort complex. There is a hotel too. It’s really big.” The brunette looked up at the clock near where there were soda machines before a few weeks ago. “Hey, if we head back to my apartment, I can get you a sorority shirt! We have special ones for pledges that you have to wear all the time.”

Emily smiled and finished off her coffee. They left the student center. As they left and head back into the main hallway, Emily didn’t notice Mackenzie look over at the long haired boy and tomboy redhead with him. She nodded, and smiled at the redhead’s goofy thumbs up.

As they walked across campus, Mackenzie and Emily both received many stares from men. The brunette pointed out many sights to her new friend, such as the science building, soccer fields, and the housing for their sorority.

“I actually live in my own apartment now, but I am super proud to be a member of the sorority still.” Mackenzie pointed towards their housing. “You’re going to be a great member. There is another freshman already, a girl named Brandi. I think once you join, you’ll really like her.”

Emily was only half paying attention by the time they were heading up an elevator to Mackenzie’s floor. The heels of their shoes clicked across the floor as they walked to her door. After Mackenzie opened it, they entered and Emily whispered a quiet, “wow,” at the nice size of the apartment. It was much larger than what she would have in sorority housing, and filled with many nice amenities.

“Yep, I got the good hook up.” Mackenzie looked around nervously before finding the small bag she had been looking for. “Only very important students, like on student council and all that, get these apartments. I got one because my fiancé’s boss gave a lot of money to the school’s science department last year. I guess he made some big nanotech discovery while he attended this school.”

“Oh, but why does he own a hotel now?” Just as Emily asked that obvious question, Mackenzie crossed the room and jabbed the blond girl in the neck with a long syringe. The drugged girl staggered forward, and then backward, before falling forward again into Mackenzie, the brainwashed Pleasure Bunnie, who forcefully shoved her onto the bed.

Moving quickly, Mackenzie pulled a small, purple, mp3 player out of the bag at her high heeled feet and gently placed ear buds in Emily’s ears. After pressing play, she slid open her own bright pink cell phone and made a quick phone call. After a few rings a bubbly voice answered her call.

“Hello, this is Becky speaking.” Becky D’arcy, a beautiful Pleasure Bunnie, answered with brainwashed enthusiasm.

“Becky, good afternoon, this is Mackenzie at the university.” She cut off the secretary before the Pleasure Bunnie could cut in. “I have secured the target and begun initial conditioning. We are located in my apartment. Can you get a fix on us and send a pick up team in?”

Becky clicked pink tipped nails over a series of keys and stared at the screen briefly before a confirmation page came up. “Becky can confirm that a team will arrive in approximately thirty minutes.”

Mackenzie nodded, checking on the girl laying on her bed. “Excellent. I will wait here for them to arrive.”

Becky scanned down a page taped to her desk quickly to find something important. This routine had been brainwashed into her for hours on end. She would complete it without second thought. “Mackenzie, sleepy bunnies sleep very sleepy in the mountains.” After speaking the trigger, the blond secretary tapped out text messages to three people in consecutiveness to let them know their project was underway. Afterward, she forgot her actions and returned to work.

The Pleasure Bunnie sorority girl’s brain came to a complete stop. Her phone fell on the bed as she snapped to attention. Until the pick up team arrived, Mackenzie waited, a mindless statue, perfectly still, in both mind and body. When the two men and woman arrived, they extracted Emily, taking her out a back entrance to their waiting van.

As they left, the woman on the team turned back and commanded Mackenzie to wake up in five minutes. She would kneel down, masturbate, shower, and take on the rest of the day completely refreshed.

About four hours later, around dinner time, Emily woke up and found herself restrained in a chair. The blond struggled with the steel restraints on her wrists, ankles, and neck, but could not move. Suddenly, she realized that only her part of the room was lit by a small reading lamp. The other side of the room was only lit by the light of a pink laptop’s screen facing opposite of her. In the shadows behind the desk, two women could be seen. One hid back in the shadows.

The woman at the laptop stood up suddenly. The brunette stepped forward, and Emily noticed that she was only wearing a black collar, with a name tag reading “Jessica” hanging from it, and black pumps. As she got closer, the girl’s beauty showed in the light. Just as suddenly as she had stood up, the brunette began to speak. “You have been a very bad girl, Emily. You did not return a book from your local library while in high school.” The soft spoken, angelic girl looked sad. “Libraries’ budgets are being cut nation wide! They need those books for other patrons!”

Emily stared at the woman in complete shock. What the fuck was going on? Where was Mackenzie? Is this some kind of sorority initiation. Out of nowhere, Jessica slapped the girl. “Do you hate freedom, or America, or something? Americans deserve the right to the books! Their taxes pay for those libraries!” The sing songy, air-headed, feminine nature of the girl’s voice made this conversation even more surreal. Some bimbo was scolding her over late library books?

Again, Jessica slapped the girl, a handful of purple, acrylic, nails grazing by her face quickly. Emily shut her eyes and began to really freak out. “What the fuck is going on? I love America! My parents are registered Republicans, I swear. Is this some kind of weird sorority initiation?”

Jessica giggled and looked over her shoulder. Laughter could be heard from another room in the direction of the shadows. “You could, um, kind of say that.” She paused for a moment, turned, and walked back to the desk, pumps echoing across the floor. In a moment, the brunette Pleasure Bunnie returned holding a syringe in her hand. Emily tried to break her restraints again and found that she couldn’t even budge them. “Don’t worry, sis, I struggled once too.” She injected the girl’s tan left arm with the syringe. Stepping back, Jessica Kanko waited for the effects to begin.

Disoriented, Emily begins to drift in and out of consciousness. Her blue eyes fluttered open and shut as she valiantly tried again to free herself. As it becomes more difficult to think clearly, she was slow to notice that Jessica had begun buzzing off her hair, chopping it down to where, once cleaned up, it would have a nice “pixie” cut.

Without any hint of recognition of the girl’s tears, Jessica methodically, as if she has done this many times before, pressed a nail against a series of button on the chair’s side console to drop a large helmet down on Emily. Inside the helmet, the girl struggled psychically one final time as a pair of large headphones slide out to engulf her ears. A moment later, elaborate blinking neon lights began dancing in front of her as gentle piano music played in her head, coaxing her to relax, focus, and be a good girl.

For a brief interlude, the fog in Emily’s mind lifted and she tried to struggle yet again. Whatever was happening to her, it was clearly not good. Resist! She tried to close her eyes, but a soft feminine voice told her to keep them open. Across the room, Jessica stood at the laptop and monitored the girl’s readings. Her companion quietly, after watching them dance up and down, commanded the Pleasure Bunnie to up all levels. The blond could only resist for a few more minutes as she stared blankly ahead and began to accept her new programming.

After observing the girl for another minute or two, Arianna Lehane thanked Jessica, instructing the Bunnie to remain with the girl until a trainer arrives. The dark haired Mistress walked out the back door into the observation room, which was shielded by a two way mirror. Inside the room, the woman’s sister Celia and her lover, and slave, Kristen, waited for her, watching the events unfold before them.

Arianna shook her head slowly and bit down on her bottom lip. Celia and her slave waited, eyes wide, with anticipation. “Well,” Arianna began, “let’s see. Clandestine kidnapping, questioning of the patriotism of someone due to comical reasons—”

Celia cut in. “There is nothing funny about overdue library books!”

Arianna and, behind Celia’s back, Kristen, looked down awkwardly at the sudden outburst. “Uh, anyway, a struggle, a head shaving,” she paused as Celia rubbed her lover’s pixie cut hair. “But efficiently, the target was brought under control and by lunchtime tomorrow probably even be able to conceive of resistance.” She paused thoughtfully and picked up the observation room phone. After waiting a moment, she spoke. “Hey, Sherri. Yeah, you can make those reservations. Thank you, dear.”

Taking her sister’s hand, who took Kristen’s hand in her other, Arianna began to led them out of the room. At the end of the hall, they waited as an elevator reached their floor. “You kids were right, that was pretty hot.”

Suddenly, the elevator’s interface made a ping noise and its doors slid open. The three lesbians entered the elevator. As the doors shut, Arianna turned to her young companions. “I guess I owe you dinner then.”

Epilogue

A week later, Emily and Mackenzie lay out on the grass near their sorority house sunbathing. The beautiful Pleasure Bunnies wore two piece swimsuits a size too small, which showed off their nice, sun kissed, bodies impressively. Many young men, and a few professors, and that same pale young woman with the short red hair, stared at them as they occasionally turned their bodies to get more sun. Emily now understood that her body was her best asset. She would use it to her advantage.

As a member of their sorority, it was Emily’s duty, brainwashed into her for a week, to befriend, seduce, love, and then serve, and most upstanding male she could find on campus. As long as no other girl had claimed him, she had an obligation to try and woo the man. She sighed, sitting up, as the new man of her dreams walked by. Matthew Anderson was a tall, blond haired, second string quarterback for the school team. Next year this time, he would be preparing to take over the reigns from their junior starter, expected to leave early for the NFL.

What turned her on the most, however, was what a good man he was. Matthew was heavily involved with charity work and wanted to start a company to help out at risk teenagers once his football career took off. One night a week, he volunteered at the campus rape crisis center and was a liaison between the athletic department and campus gay/straight alliance. The one day, three years to be somewhat precise, the future Mrs. Emily Anderson was dripping wet at the mental picture of marrying such a good man.

Her sorority stressed the importance of finding a worthy man; a man who did good deeds and treated a girl with class and dignity. In return, it was their duty to love, honor, and obey him. Be a good public example of his ideals, work hard for his organizations, raise his children with the same values, and, in general, be the ideal trophy wife she now knew was her purpose in life.

When Emily and Mackenzie returned to the house, Emily loaded up her laptop and found that Matthew had added her as a friend on three different social networks. He left a note saying that he’d seen her around a bit and heard she was interested in a lot of the same stuff he was. The quarterback signed off with his phone number and an offer for coffee that afternoon, with a date Friday night if things went well.

Emily squealed with delight. Everything was working out! She was in college, had found a good man, and knew her place in life. Tears dripped down her face. The Pleasure Bunnie was ready to serve, whether aiding a teenage runaway in need, or obeying her future Master’s every command. The future Mrs. Emily Anderson’s existed to serve.