The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nancy frowned as she scrolled down a long list of names. Displayed beside each were various product numbers, locations, and other assorted information. The names were in black, or red fonts with asterisks on either side of them. Her frown grew as more and more as the names she scrolled past were red.

She stopped as the blue that highlighted her position fell around a red name. Her face twitched as her hands tightened into fists. Silver sparks arched across metal imbedded in her hands.

“Deck Mistress?! What the fuck were you doing in Midas City?! And apprehended by… by… Prism?! You were supposed to be feeding that chromatic overachiever information to keep the government going after my competition, not getting yourself arrested!” Her voice trembled with rage enough to make the dyed purple spikes of her hair tremble.

Her fists trembled, struggling against the urge to put a meaningless hole in her monitor. “Which means they have her ‘deck’ and all of the toys she purchased… Sigh. The F series is now a liability. Looks like I’ll need to do move on with the next rollout faster than I’d planned.”

Still trembling, her fists opened and she finished clicking her way down through the list. The sparking atop her hands dimmed, and then faded as she calmed. Her eyes stayed narrowed more in annoyance than fury. Security was her field, and being angry was a risk that she knew she couldn’t afford.

A mad obsession with one woman had already served to lead her right into the hands of one dangerous woman. It might have been worth it if she’d at least gotten satisfaction, but the only lasting reward from that mistake was her freedom.

It was a reward that required constant vigilance to retain.

Once she reached the bottom of the file she closed the program and spun around in her chair. The room was lit only by her twin computer monitors. While it was a small room, the minimal light was only enough to illuminate the corners of everything with a minimal, haunting aura. It had the wonderful effect of highlighting the curves of the curvaceous, nude redhead slumped in a chair on the far side of the room.

Her red hair was long, easily long enough to have reached beyond even the backs of her thighs were she to stand. As it was with her lounging in the chair her hair instead fell elegantly over her body while doing nothing to hide her supple breasts, her parted thighs, or her smooth netherlips nestled between them. Nancy grinned as her eyes gazed along her prey, settling on the sight of the circlet resting snugly around her head.

It was a simple thing, a solid gray band barely thick enough to contain the electronic innards that powered it. The round LED resting over the center of her forehead was lit a sinister red. The same light shined from her eyes, as though another LED were hidden behind each.

“How is your treatment progressing, Kristin?” Nancy’s voice dripped with self-satisfaction as it escaped her lips.

“Treatment proceeds at seventy five percent!” Kristin’s voice was quick and precise. As she spoke her expression changed from exhausted and drained to perky and alert. Her nipples stiffened at her chest.

Her thighs clenched.

As soon as Kristin’s voice fell silent she leaned forward and looked as though she were falling asleep. Her fingers occasionally twitched on the arms of the chair where they were strapped, but otherwise she made no movements besides the gradual rise and fall of her chest with her slow breathing.

Nancy laughed a deep, quivering laugh as she moved behind the woman’s chair. With a swift grasp of her shoulders she pulled her victim flush against the back of the chair before she began to fondle her breasts.

Black painted nails, carefully shaped and grown just long enough to be elegant without getting in the way of her typing dented a pair of pink nipples, squishing and twisting them cruelly. Kristin’s mouth twisted open as a low desperate whine shuddered from her mouth. It soon died away into the faintest squeak of a gasp as her thighs clenched harder.

Teeth closed around the redhead’s ear, tugging as nails pinched their captured nipples tight and pulled them taut. “Mmm it’s taking a bit longer than I want for a finished product, but what will really matter is the end result, isn’t that right Kristin?”

“Nnn… Am not… programmed to… respond to that… line of inquiry!”

“Perfect!” Nancy laughed loudly beside Kristin’s ear as she twisted her nipples all the more harshly, pulling them out until they slid free from the merciless grasp of her dark nails. “Of course that problem will be sorted out, hopefully, once you’re done being processed. But no sense in letting your mind sort out answers for itself before it’s programmed to work the way that I want it to. To think that when I met you… You had so much spunk! Now, you’re just a helpless little fucktoy.”

“Helplesss… fucktoy…!” Kristin echoed Nancy as her thighs quivered further apart at the touch of Nancy’s fingers. They teased higher, stroking along the wet folds of the bound woman’s sex.

There was no attempt to resist as a finger, and then two, disappeared deep inside of the woman’s pussy. “Really, there wasn’t much that you could do. I wanted you, so now I have you. That’s really all there is to it. You’ve been such a good test subject so far! It’s almost too bad I can’t just bend you over my desk and keep you there forever. Your ass would make a nice decoration… and so would those amazing tits of yours.”

Kristin mewled louder and louder, voice shaking as Nancy’s fingers moved quicker and deeper. Her thoughtless eyes stared vacantly ahead, dimly lit from within by that eerie red light.

No cognizance or understanding could be found in her gaze. The only thing her eyes held was the red light.

“Seventy five percent is far enough for basic obedience processing to kick in… or at least it should be! Kristin, let’s test that!” Nancy laughed into her ear, nibbling it again as she buried three fingers as deeply as she could and squeezed. “Cum, my little testslut!”

“I-I o-obey!” The red light in her eyes brightened until even the whites of her eyes pulsed with the color. Her deep howl shook through her body, breasts bouncing as her thighs clenched and her cunt clamped around Nancy’s invading fingers. Her body glistened with sweat and lust as she thrashed in her bonds. No will existed to direct her body to do anything but yield to the pleasure as it overwhelmed her.

When her orgasm passed she again slumped in the chair, her harsh breathing slowly returning to an even rhythm as the light in her eyes dimmed.

Nancy withdrew her fingers and slowly suckled them clean. “Mmm. Yes, you are a very fun little test slut. I can see big things for you in the future. Doesn’t that sound fun, Kristin?” Nancy twisted Kristin’s nipple, and only received a muffled moan for several moments.

When Kristin did respond, it was the same thing she’d said before about programming.

“I just might let you keep it. We’ll see how I feel in the morning. For now, I think I’ll just let my little toy bend your pretty little brain into shape. Losing Deck Mistress throws everything out of shape… But I have a trump card or two!” Nancy laughed, entirely too loudly for a joke she had told only to herself, and locked the room after she left it.

The light from Nancy’s monitors soon dimmed, leaving Kristin alone with only the rim red glow at the center of her tiara.

“Good morning, test slut!” Nancy opened the door with a flourish before pulling it quickly closed behind her. “What is the state of your treatment, test slut?”

The purple haired woman shrugged out of her heavy jacket, leaving herself clad in a pair of tight black jeans and a black turtleneck that squeezed tightly at her slender frame. Her hands wore a pair of tight white gloves with black pixel-art eyes on the back. A card key hung around her neck with the same eye.

In the chair, Kristin’s head was no longer slumped. Instead she had perfect posture, and stared ahead with a purposeful grin. “Treatment has completed, Proximiti. I am yours.”

“How are you mine?” Proximiti leaned back against her desk as she allowed herself to look over the bound woman’s naked body again as though for the first time. Some of her red hair was matted to her face with sweat. Her thighs had the unmistakable sheen of dried lust. The chair between her legs was darkly stained.

The villain took no small satisfaction from the woman’s state of disarray. When she had found the redhead not a strand of hair had been out of place. She had been stylishly dressed. There was no mistake that she took her looks seriously.

Knowing that being locked in a room overnight with one of her toys had robbed the woman of all of that nearly brought Proximiti an orgasm without so much as a touch.

“Completely, Proximiti. My memories, my personality, my skills… All of them are merely tools for you to use, and for me to use in the act of serving you. My self-preservation, self-interest, and self-determination have been erased.” Kristin’s lips curled into a grin not dissimilar to Proximiti’s. “I don’t just live for you, I exist for you.”

“Perfect! Then I think you’re ready to find out just how you’ll be serving me, don’t you? You can’t be curious anymore, but I’m fairly certain you can still be eager.” She tapped a gloved finger to her lips and raised a blonde eyebrow. “You can be eager, can’t you?”

No sooner had the words reached Kristin’s ears than she began to rapidly nod her head as quickly as she could. Her eyes pulsed with the red light of her circlet as she parted her legs and arched her back. “S-s-so eager, Proximiti! Please tell me how I will be serving you! The concept of fulfilling my purpose to obey you is better than cumming. I need it. I need you.”

“And don’t you forget it, either.” Proximiti smirked as she pushed off of her desk and untied the woman’s wrists from the chair. “Come with me, test slut. Hmm. We’ll need a better name for you, now. Can’t have you using that one. Kristin isn’t bad for your name-name…”

Proximiti lead the way out of the small room, and the redhead followed. She wore the wicked grin that the circlet had programmed so deeply into her mind, but her eyes still lacked a certain spark of life. Even with the red light shining so brazenly she possessed so little of her own will that it took hardly a glance to confirm.

Beyond the small office was a large open room. It was filled with several women who at a glance appeared to be nude, but at a second were clearly wearing tight, translucent uniforms with loud zippers positioned not to block visibility, but to clearly allow easy access.

Kristin did not look to the women, or around the Spartan room. There were no decorations. Everything in the room was function. The seating was plain and bland if in the form of long comfortable couches and large chairs that could easily accommodate three women squished tightly together.

One of the all but nude women fluttered around with a feather duster, bending over in a parody of a maid as she cleaned the room too functional to be considered a home. There was no way for it to be considered anything more than a base of operations.

“Should probably move next month… I really just got settled, too. Making the future brighter really is a full time job, you know. One that involves constantly being on the move.” Proximiti spoke more to herself than the woman who followed her. It was just as well that she loved the sound of her own voice.

Kristin was more than happy to indulge her.

They stopped in front of a closet, which Proximiti opened to reveal full of hanging latex. “Hmm. What would fit you and go well with that hair? We could always change it, cut it all off, dye it, something like that, but I think it suits you. You’ll probably only get a good five months before Monique and her super sluts catch you anyway. But that’s okay, really. We’ll make you a good little Trojan slut. Let them catch you, and see what good it’ll do!”

Proximiti laughed, and Kristin laughed with her. It was not from finding any actual humor in the other woman’s words so much as to please her. Little was more important.

“Can’t tell you how annoying it is to have that still rattling around in my head by the way! It’s been so long, and still, still, I’m probably the only one who really cares about Doctor Lys’s little fuck up project! Hmm. Red. Yes… Red and black…” Proximiti reached into the closet and pulled out a latex uniform with a black harness hanging loosely around it. “I’ve got a pair of black platform heels somewhere to complete the look. We’ll call you… Red Ring.”

Kristin’s eyes flashed red as she nodded enthusiastically. “Red Ring! I am Red Ring!”

Proximiti sighed, shaking her head with a grin as she dropped the latex in a heap. “We’ll need to get you cleaned before you can squeeze into that anyway… But for the moment…” Proximiti grasped Kristin’s breasts, squeezing them as she pushed the woman back into a nearby wall. She gazed into her red glowing eyes, and pressed her clothed thigh against the woman’s bare sex as she squeezed tighter. “Stop repeating everything. You’re my slut, not a bimbo.”

“Yes, Proximiti! Oooh… Mmm please use my body however you want. I’m yours.” Kristin’s eyes pulsed brighter as her voice turned lower, dripping with husky, sultry need.

“Yes, yes you are. In every last little fucking way there is!” Proximiti mauled the woman’s breasts, squeezing and twisting them in her hand as she pressed her clothed body tighter against the nude beauty who screamed and moaned in reply.

Around them none of the latex clad women turned to look in their direction. They continued to tidy, to arrange files, or to open boxes full of electronic equipment.

One of them was hard at work mindlessly operating a soldering iron.

“Tiara, run process ‘I’m a stupid metal slut’.” Proximiti grinned as the lights in Kristin’s eyes slowly dimmed. Their emptiness faded, and shock slowly took its place.

“Proximiti! No! I stopped you! I put you in jail!” Kristin’s voice was now younger, and dripping with horror.

The horror was still bathed in lust, but the horror was unmistakable.

“That’s right. You stopped me. You got me arrested.” Proximiti’s eyes narrowed as her grin grew. Her gloved nails dug into the yielding flesh of Kristin’s breasts, causing sharp whines of pain. “You. Ruined. Everything. Then you stopped Lys, and while I got away, I’m stuck like this! I can have my fun, but I still have to put every effort into the stupid project!”

Kristin whined as she struggled and twisted in the other woman’s grasp. It was more for play than to escape. Her programming was very clear.

She was a stupid metal slut, and stupid metal sluts got what was coming to them.

“I-I didn’t try that! I’m so sorry! I was just trying to save me and my sister! You did terrible things to me, to her, I was—” Kristin cried out as Proximiti’s hand slapped across her face, before tightly grasping her hair. “P-please, stop! I c-can’t fight, I c-can’t get away, b-but—!”

“No, Aurora! This time, I’m going to teach you how to be the dumb little slut you are!” Proximiti dragged the redhead across the room before bending her over a nearby couch. Her hand came down in a fierce swat at the woman’s shapely ass which jiggled and shook in response. Her nails dug in, harder than at her breast.

Kristin wiggled her hips, pressing back against Proximiti in her pitiful attempts to simulate a pitiful try for escape. Lust was already making new stains along her thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you, and then I’m going to fuck all those friends of yours that keep getting in my way! You’re my slut now you stupid little LaSilvas cunt, and you’re going to wish you’d never applied for that job!” Proximiti thrust her gloved fingers deep inside of Kristin’s pussy, thrusting her against the couch and sending shudders through the woman’s body.

Kristin sobbed in response, crying genuine tears of horror as her programming guided her mind. Being Aurora LaSilvas for Proximiti, being the victim that Proximiti craved to torment, was the greatest pleasure that Kristin had ever imagined.

She came crying pitifully for Proximiti to stop.