The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, adjusted my hard-on and asked the girls to sit on the sofa.

When I opened the door I was surprised to find the Homeland Security agent.

“Agent Grossman!” I excaimed.

The woman agent was standing behind him as always. “And agent... ”

“Tudor.” she said.

“Right. Sue, if I remember correctly.”

She nodded.

“What can I do for you?”

“If you would be so kind to invite us in Mr. Williams there a few things I’d like to explain.”

I looked over my shoulder to where Chahna was sitting on the sofa. Another delay, but so be it.

“All right agent Grossman. Come on in.”

“Thank you.”

They both stepped into the living room. Grossman glanced at the girls on the sofa.

“Three huh? Not bad.”

“What?”

“Sorry. Is there some place we can talk privately? I have a lot to tell you, for your ears only, so to speak.”

“Ok. Come into my office then. Would you like something to eat or drink?”

“Thanks, coffee would be great if you have any.”

“Kristen, coffee for our guests please.”

Grossman preceded me into the office. I was surprised that agent Tudor took a seat in the living room.

As I closed the office door I invited the agent to have a seat. “So what’s this all about agent Grossman?”

“Please call me Larry. Can I call you Sam?”

I nodded.

“Well Sam, it’s like this. That day the terrorists were here was not the first time I had heard your name.”

I raised my eyebrows and waited for the rest.

“You see we’ve been... aware of you for a while. I have been tasked to keep my ear to the ground so to speak just in case you manifested any unusual behavior.”

“Unusual behavior?”

“Yeah. You see Sam you are what we call a Slaver.”

I tried to keep any reaction from showing but I didn’t really succeed.

“Don’t bother denying it Sam. The signs are clear. But you don’t have to worry about me or the government interfering with you.”

“First I’m not really a Homeland Security agent. I work for the government from time to time and I’ve been given permission to use Homeland Security as a cover. The organization I belong to is a bit more... black, more secretive that any government agency.”

“You see Sam, I’m like you, I’m a Slaver too.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes from widening in surprise.

“Yeah. Sue is my slave, not just my partner.”

“A couple of decades ago a Slaver decided to use his abilities to make a difference in the world. He formed an association called Compelling Research Unlimited At first it was just him, but slowly he was able to contact other Slavers and recruit them into his organization. It’s tough because most Slavers are pretty selfish; we tend to be loners and not very trusting. Anyway he used contacts he had developed in the government to secure work for our members. We have a few high level friends in the CIA that know about us and turn a blind eye, the rest of the government is oblivious. Our friends pay us well for certain covert missions, missions for which our unique talents are deemed necessary.”

I decided he must be telling the truth. I mean, who could make this stuff up?

“Why were you watching me in particular?”

“We weren’t really watching you, more like checking on you from time to time. As to why, we knew your grandfather was a Slaver, and we knew the trait usually skips a generation. In fact slavers almost always produce female children, only their grandchildren can be slavers.”

I was a little taken aback, but I saw an opportunity to possibly get some questions answered. “So what is it really that... Slavers do to women?”

“We enslave them. But you knew that.”

“Well I figured it out after a couple of tries. But, like…, is it permanent?”

“It’s for life Sam. Yours or theirs. If you die they’re free. Amazingly, if you die they seem to sense it, even if you’re not around at the time. They also seem to be able to sense where you are, or at least what direction to travel to find you, and unless you give them instructions to the contrary they’ll do everything they can to find you if you just go missing.”

“Maybe you can explain something that just came up. My newest addition said she would die if she couldn’t be my slave. What’s up with that?”

“It’s true. She doesn’t necessarily need to be with you, but she needs to know that you accept her as a slave. If you were to tell her you didn’t want her, send her away, and say she couldn’t be your slave she would die in a matter of days.”

“How?”

“Some commit suicide, some stop eating and drinking, some just lie down and never get up.”

“Hmmm. Something else. I was told this enslavement doesn’t work with all women. Is that true?”

“Told? Who told you?”

“Jim Adamson, he knew my grandfather in the Navy.”

“Oh, I see. It’s not strictly true, at least not the way you’ve stated it. Any woman can be enslaved as far as I know. But, if a woman has been enslaved by another slaver you won’t be able to affect her. She’ll be immune to your power.”

“I see.”

“By the way, I noticed you have three here, how many more are there?”

I held up two fingers.

“So, the blond police officer?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s her story? I saw her come in here all puffed up for a fight and leave with her tail between her legs.”

“Well, first off she hates me, or at least she did until a few minutes ago. One of my slaves used to be her girlfriend, she came here to get her back and punish me. So I enslaved her and told her to leave.”

He chuckled. “What instructions did you give her?”

“None. I wanted to see what would happen if I let this thing take its course without any verbal cues. Will she come back?”

“Oh yeah. She’ll be back. It may take a while though.”

“How long does it take?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never done it that way. But I have noticed that the ones who already like you seem to come around a lot quicker. Anyway that’s four, where’s the fifth one?”

“I don’t think I’ll say. She’s... on assignment.”

“Good. You shouldn’t tell everyone everything, not even me.”

“So what do you want with me?”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us, but we won’t pressure you, it has to be something you want to do. However, the main reason I decided to talk to you now is because you are going to have a visitor soon.”

“Really? Who?”

“Sheik Salman flew out of the LAS this morning, destination USA. We believe he’s coming here. He may have other stops on his itinerary so we don’t know when he’ll be here but I think you can expect him this weekend.”

“How do you know this?”

“The Sheik is one of the people we’ve been watching. Not because we think he’s a Slaver, rather he is the victim of a Slaver.”

My eyebrows went up.

“We believe he has been infiltrated by slaves of another Sheik. We think Sheik Saif is the other Slaver.”

“Ok. That might explain why Salman is still using Saif’s organization to manage his assets even though he’s been losing money.”

“I see you’ve been doing your homework. Yes, that’s the conclusion we came to as well.”

There was a knock at the door. “Come.” I felt like Jean Luc Picard.

Kristen came in with a tray of coffee and cookies and placed them on my desk.

“Thank you Kristen. That’s perfect.”

She turned to leave.

“And Kristen,” she paused. “please make sure Ms. Tudor is comfortable.”

“Yes... sir.”

She left and closed the door.

Larry chuckled. “It’s hard for them to forget they’re your servants. You’ll find that persona keeps coming through no matter how many times you instruct them otherwise.”

“I’ve noticed. So what should I do about the Sheik?”

“That’s up to you. I just wanted to warn you that you may be dealing with someone else’s slaves.”

“Ok. Thanks for the info.”

“Sam, as government agents we’ve been given a license to kill given certain circumstances. If we have knowledge of another Slaver who is a threat to our national security we are authorized to take whatever measures we deem necessary to neutralize the threat.”

I found that thought distasteful and it probably showed in my expression.

“My point is that if we are willing to kill in extreme circumstances, there are Slavers with no conscience at all who kill on a regular basis to achieve their goals. So be careful. What we know about Sheik Saif so far is that he is a fairly ruthless individual.”

“I get it. Thanks for the warning Larry. How many Slavers are in this organization of yours anyway?”

“Eight.”

“Eight?! That’s it?”

“Yeah. Unless you count the slaves who are our operatives, then you’re looking at about one hundred and twenty.”

“So eight Slavers. Are we that rare?”

“We are pretty rare. Not even all male grandchildren are born with the ability, or if they are they never learn to use it. I know of three Slavers in southern California, four in northern California, six in Vegas and a couple in Arizona. Only two of those are members of our organization. Most Slavers are loners and pretty egotistical, very few are concerned with the larger world.”

“Ok, I can see that. So if I decide to join what’s it going to cost me.”

He laughed. “There aren’t any membership fees Sam. You may be invited to participate in covert operations from time to time. But it’s strictly voluntary, if, after being briefed you decide not to do it then you don’t have to. When you do go on one of these missions it’ll pay you well, and ten percent goes to the organization.”

“All right then. I’ll think about it. You don’t need an answer right now do you?”

“No. Take as long as you like.”

“Ok. Anything else Larry?”

“No. Just try not to draw too much attention to yourself. We don’t really want a lot of people finding out about us as you can probably understand.”

“Right. I’d come to that conclusion on my own.”

He took a card from his pocket and laid it on my desk.

“Call me if you need anything. Slavers are not known for helping one another, but we’re trying to change that. And Sam, everything I’ve been telling you about Slavers is based on the personal experiences of a few individuals. There is no historical documentation. So we may not be right about everything. If you learn something new we hope you’ll share that knowledge.”

“Understood. I appreciate you telling me all of this Larry, it’s been... enlightening.”

He nodded and stood to leave. As he was going through the doorway he turned with a snap of his fingers. “Oh I almost forgot. There’s a woman across the street in a silver Lincoln taking pictures of people going in and out of your apartment. Thought you might want to deal with it yourself.” He grinned.

“Yeah. I think I know who that is, or at least who she’s working for. I’ll take care of it.”

“Good. Come on Sue, we’re done here.” She arose and followed him through the front door.

As the door closed I turned to Chahna. “Sweetheart I’m sorry, I know we’ve had our fun interrupted, but I have one more thing I have to do before we can resume where we left off. Are you going to be ok for a little while longer?”

“Yes, of course Master. I await your pleasure. Is there anything I can be doing in your service in the meantime?”

“I just want you three to get to know each other. I want you to be the best of friends, helping each other and working together to make our little family a success.”

They all nodded. “Yes Master.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be. Probably not more than an hour.”

I left by the back door and walked around to the side of the apartment building. As I reached the far end of the building I looked down the street and sure enough there was a silver Lincoln with an elbow hanging out the driver side window.

I crossed the street a couple hundred feet behind the car and walked up the sidewalk to the passenger side. The window was open so I stooped down so I could see in. It wasn’t quite dark yet so I could see her clearly; a middle aged Hispanic woman, somewhat overweight, short dark hair and large breasts that were resting on the steering wheel.

“Hello, can I help you?”

She was so startled she jumped clear off the seat with a big gasp.

When she saw who I was she fumbled for the keys, clearly intending to flee the scene without another word.

I released my mental energy into her and she stopped all movement. One hand on the keys and the other on the steering wheel, she slumped back into the seat, breathing a little deeply as her body recovered from the surprise.

“Who are you?” I said touching her arm to let her know I was talking to her.

“Gloria.”

“Gloria, what are you doing here?”

“Watching your apartment. Trying to find something Mr. MacBeth can use. Taking pictures.”

Just as I thought. “Do you have a family Gloria?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about your family.”

“My husband Robert is a truck driver. I have three children. Beto is 14, he is in high school. Emilia is eighteen, she works at Sea World, she just graduated and will be going to the university. Rodolfo is 20, he is in the Marines. He is in Iraq.”

“What is your relationship with Mr. MacBeth?”

“He hires me sometimes, to watch people.”

So she was just a working shmo hired to do a job. Not necessarily a bad person, and here I’d gone and made her my slave. She needed to stay with her family. At least I didn’t want to be responsible for breaking them up.

“Ok Gloria, here is what’s going to happen. In a few minutes I’m going to count down from three to zero, when I reach zero you’re going to wake up and be your normal self. You will have no memory of me coming to your car or of being in a trance. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

I picked up her camera and slipped out the memory card.

“In the course of working for Mr. MacBeth I want you to let me know of anything you learn that might affect me or my friends. From this moment forward you are my slave and will do whatever I ask. But you must behave as you always have so no one will suspect. In fact you will not even realize it consciously. But if you ever see or hear anything that you think I should know about you will send an email message to...” I tried to think up an email address that I could be sure to be able to register as soon as I returned to the apartment “... [email protected]. After sending me the message you will immediately delete it from the Sent Items and forget that you sent it to me. Do you understand all of these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“If you ever hear me, and only me say... ‘my covert kitten’, you will return to this trancelike state. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You will continue to take Mr. MacBeth’s money to spy on me but you will never give him anything he might really use against me. Ok, three, two, one, zero.”

I moved away from her car and walked back to the apartment.

When I got back to the apartment the girls were huddled over the dining table making plans to remodel the apartment. Kristen of course was taking the lead.

“Ok, Kristen, Adiva, you’re going to have to do without Chahna for a while, we have some unfinished business.”

I took Chahna into my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded immediately with enthusiasm. I broke off the kiss and taking her by the hand, lead her into the bedroom. Behind me I could barely make out the giggles of the other two.

Finally alone with Chahna in the bedroom I kissed her again. She was grinding her crotch against me as my hands unbuttoned her blouse. I fumbled with the buttons a little and her hands quickly finished the job. I pushed the blouse off of her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I went for the bra clasp next, that was easier and it soon joined the blouse. The skirt wasn’t far behind and when it hit the floor I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“I think you’ve been a naughty girl. Did you leave your panties behind because you were thinking of me?”

“Yes Master. Oh, I can’t wait to feel you in me, please hurry. I’ve been so horny all evening, I need you.”

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and we stood naked facing each other.

She looked down at my erection. “It’s just as I remember it, magnificent.” She reached down and stroked my cock oh so lightly up and down its length. That felt so nice I was tempted to continue just like that. But I’d already made other plans for Chahna.

I laid her on the bed and straddled her missionary style. “I want you to enjoy this Chahna. Do you think you can? I mean, I know you’ve had some bad experiences with men in the past.”

“Oh forget about that! I need you now! Put it in! Put it in!”

Well, who was I to argue. I pile drove into her in one long deep stroke.

She bucked and screamed and pushed her pelvis up to meet me. I felt her pussy rippling and moving like none other I had ever experienced. I made about three strokes while she shook and screamed again and again, and her eyes flew wide as she gasped for air and every muscle in her body strained. Then she passed out completely.

My raging hardon was still buried deep in her pussy, unsatisfied. With those few strokes she had lost control and lost consciousness.

I checked to make sure she was still breathing. She was fine. But that had been a strange experience. I’d never had a woman react so positively to my cock before.

What now? I could screw her while she was unconscious but that wouldn’t be any fun.

I pulled out and stood up. Hmmm.

I opened the bedroom door and called out. “Adiva, can you come here please?”

She was in the room in a flash.

“I have a problem. Chahna is finished,” I gestured to the prostrate form in the bed “but I’m not.” I pointed to my stiff pole.

“Oh I can fix that.” And before you could swat a fly she was out of her mini-dress and bent over the bed.

“Thank you amira, but I want your nipples. Lay down on the bed.”

She laid down right next to Chahna and opened her legs for me.

I slid into her and felt her body stiffen as her vagina rippled and pulled at me.

She gasped.

I licked her right breast, then sucked, then swirled, and continued in this vein while keeping my staff buried deep in her pussy until she was moaning and grasping the back of my head to push my mouth down harder against her breast.

I switched breasts and started stroking in and out. She suddenly became much more enthusiastic and started moving her pelvis frantically as if she couldn’t get enough of me in her. Then she groaned “Uuunnnnnggggggghhhhhh.” and pulled my butt cheeks to her hard. Then she passed out.

I couldn’t believe it. Two unconscious girls and I still hadn’t come.

I shrugged, stood up and opened the door again. “Kristen, I need your help.”

Before I finished the sentence she was there.

I showed her the two girls asleep on the bed. “I need you to take care of this.” I said glancing down at my still erect and rearing to go cock.

“Yes Master.”

She stripped her dress off. “How?” There was no room on the bed.

I moved Chahna’s legs and then Adiva’s legs to make room in between.

“Face the bed.”

I positioned her facing the bed, between the two sprawled bodies.

I moved up behind her and cupped her breasts in my hands. Lightly running my fingers over her nipples then pinching them, then rolling them between my fingertips.

She moaned and I moved one hand down to her clit. She moaned louder. " Ooh Master. Oh yes.”

I bent her over the bed as I continued rubbing her clit and she automatically spread her legs a little more, knowing what was coming.

I was already near orgasm after being denied twice.

I guided my cock into her and started pounding hard. She whimpered as her body jerked and convulsed. “Pleeeaaase, yeeesss. Oooohhhhhhnnnnnggg.”

I was getting close but she was almost frantic. She pushed back to meet me with every stroke.

I started pumping harder and I was about to come when I felt her stiffen and convulse. “M, mm, mm, mmm, mmmm, Mmmmaaaaaassssssteeeeerrrrrr!”

I pistoned into her fast and hard as I felt my orgasm well up. I pumped and pumped as my jism filled her. Finally I was done.

Kristen had collapsed onto the bed. I was leaning over her with my hands on the bed supporting my weight while I caught my breath. I didn’t dare move yet; I didn’t think my legs would carry my weight.

Checking Kristen I could see she was completely out, just like the other two.

I was reminded of the movie Little Big Man, it was like the old chief said, “That was quite a copulation.” I chuckled to myself.

When I’d finally recovered enough to trust my legs I headed to the shower to rinse off the sweat and sex.

Putting on some shorts I went to my office and created that e-mail account I had told Gloria to use.

Inserting the memory chip from the camera I checked the pictures. The girls and I entering or leaving, Casey entering and leaving, Larry and Sue entering and leaving. Nothing incriminating.

I checked on the girls, none of them had moved. So I went to the extra bedroom and lay down on the bed.