The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It took a while to get home. The traffic was terrible, and we stopped to have dinner.

On the way back I pondered the implications of my new dong. Apparently I had some control over the structure and appearance of my body. It wasn’t magic, it took time to happen, my longer and thicker dick didn’t make its appearance for a full day after I had wished for it. I figured it was a gradual process, my body used its natural functions to rebuild itself in the image I chose. I would have to experiment to see if my assumptions were correct.

Finally, at about nine pm we pulled up at the marina just south of the airport. The yacht was there in slip sixty-nine.

Tayesha, Rosa and Elena were very happy to see us.

I called home to get an update. Stefani had successfully purchased the adjoining house at nearly twice its value and even though it was a Sunday the people would be moving out tomorrow.

We spent the next day on the yacht. It was nice to have some quiet time alone with a few of my girls.

I noticed that while Rosa and Tayesha called me Master and behaved more like slaves, Elena sometimes called me Sam, and Kai almost always did. This confirmed in my mind that I had been right about the effect of using my enslaving power while engaged in the actual sex act. It created a deep loyalty without actually enslaving in such a literal way. Rather than being forced into abject obedience, the woman could still disobey if she thought it would be in my best interests. The best way I could describe it was like a geas, a magic spell you read about in some fantasies that binds the person to the master.

The first day after I got back I called Avery, my grandfather.

“Hello Sam. Well, you’ve made a very powerful friend.”

“Corsico? How did you know?”

“He called the head of the CIA and raved about you.”

“I see. I suppose I should be happy about that but somehow I have my reservations. Which is why I called. We need to talk, in private, in person. When will you be out here again?”

“Well, I’ll be in Las Vegas next week, we could meet there.”

“That sounds fine. Send me the details and I’ll make arrangements.”

“What’s going on Sam? What’s so important?”

“I’ve learned some things about... us, Slavers, that you need to know. And I also want to talk to you about some other things.”

“Alright. I’ll send you the info and see you in Vegas.”

Next I called Steve. “Hey Steve, Sam here. Just wanted to let you know I’m back in town.”

“Great! I’m glad you’re back Sam, I have some documents that need your signature.”

“Right. I’ll come in to the office this afternoon. One thing Steve; don’t tell anyone where I’m staying, ok? I just want some privacy for a while.”

“Allll riiiight. Whatever you say Sam. Of course, I really don’t know where you’re staying.”

“Oh yeah. I’m at the marina. See ya this afternoon.”

I called Larry next. “Hello Larry. Just wanted to let you know I’m back.”

“Oh, hi Sam. What’s new?”

“Have you ever noticed anyone hanging around your place Larry? Like staking you out.”

“No. I haven’t. Of course I live down a mile long dirt road and the approach is guarded by several of my slaves, hard for anyone to sneak up on me. Why?”

“Well, I’ve got a couple of people camped outside my house, apparently waiting for me to show up.”

“Really? Who are they?”

“Good question. One of them works for a guy whose sisters are now my slaves. I imagine he’s pretty ticked, but since he kidnapped me first I’m not feeling very compassionate. The other? Well I have a suspicion but I’m not sure yet who it is.”

“So, what are you going to do about them?”

“Nothing yet. But I’m beginning to put together a plan. I’ll keep you posted.”

After lunch I drove to Sandy’s place and picked up my Ferrari. I took Kai so she could drive the TT back to the rental agency.

But first we paid a visit to Sandy and Cindy. As most everyone in the place was my slave I had no trouble getting in. I did notice that the guard at the door was a woman, one of my slaves acquired during my previous visit. She was carrying a semi-automatic pistol on her hip.

Sandy was flowing down the stairs as I entered. “Sam. Welcome back. I was a little worried about you when you disappeared so suddenly.”

There were still some of Albert’s slaves in the household so I understood why she didn’t call me Master.

“I’m fine. I just came by to pick up my car but I had to come in and say hello. Is Cindy here?”

“Why yes, she’s in her room.”

“In that case could we all go to your room and catch up?”

“Of course, that would be splendid.”

Once in Sandy’s room with the door closed Sandy’s demeanor completely changed. She knelt before me. “Master! Thank god you’re ok. We were frantic with worry when you disappeared.”

“Relax Sandy, everything turned out fine... at least so far it has.”

Just then her eighteen year old daughter came into the room. As soon as the door was closed she too kneeled. She started to sob.

“Hey, why the tears.”

“I was so... (sniff) worried for you... (sniff) I’m sorry I’m... (sniff) crying Master but I’m so happy you’re... (sniff) back.”

“I’m fine Cindy. Now both of you stand up, I want you to meet Kai. She came back with me from Japan.”

They all hugged each other as if they were long lost sisters.

“All right. Enough of that. Now all three of you get your clothes off. Seeing you again has made me horny.”

They all complied. They were all so beautiful, each on her own way.

I stripped off my clothes as well. I had taken time the night before to imagine my cock back to its original color, but I kept the size. Sandy and Cindy gasped when they saw it. Lying down on the bed I let Sandy ride me for a few minutes before I commanded her to ‘come hard’, she lost consciousness after that.

Then I mounted Kai and pounded her sweet pussy for a few more minutes before rewarding her with a great big orgasm.

But Cindy was my special target today. I wanted her in the hot tub again and we had a repeat of our activities on my first visit.

Afterwards Kai and I left Sandy’s place and I followed her to the rental agency to drop of the Audi.

Then I took her with me to the office to sign those papers for Steve. When I walked into the legal department with Kai on my arm Stefani was watching as if she knew I was there the whole time. She kept her cool and greeted me as any employee would greet the CEO, guiding us into Steve’s office.

“Thank you Stefani. By the way I’ve been hearing good things about you from Steve here.”

“Thank you Mr. Williams, that means a lot to me.”

Steve watched Stefani as she walked away and then turned to stare in appreciation at Kai. Then he got a troubled look on his face.

“Don’t worry Steve. Stefani’s not mad. She just knows that I don’t want anyone here to know she lives with me, so she plays the professional when I come here.”

He just shook his head. “I don’t understand any of it Sam.”

“Someday I’ll explain it to you. But right now I believe you said you had some papers for me to sign.”

I signed the documents and Steve and I talked shop for a couple of hours. The company was in good shape, everything was running smoothly and we were making good profits.

From there Kai and I went back to the marina and lay around most of the afternoon soaking up the California sunshine.

In the evening Larry called. “Hey Larry! What’s up?”

“Sorry to bother you again Sam but I need your help again.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“We want to take Veronika Golovkin the woman at the Russian Consulate in LA. I have set up an appointment for you tomorrow morning.”

“Why me Larry? Why can’t you do it?”

“Because I’m not the head of an international corporation. I have no excuse to talk to her. You do.”

I took a deep breath and sighed. I really didn’t want to leave right now but it made sense. “Ok. But check with me before you commit me next time. What time is the appointment?”

“Eleven AM. Do you need directions?”

“No I can find it. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

So, the next morning, a cloudy Monday, I drove my Ferrarri to LA. There was a light rain falling and the weather forecast was calling for several days of pouring rain. Parking was a bitch but I finally found a spot in a multi-level parking garage.

Veronika was a dumpy middle aged woman with grey streaks in her hair. I was shown into her office and we talked a few minutes about my business interests in Russia. I got bored with the pretense and enslaved her, gave her instructions to act normal and advise me of her activities. And that was that.

Exiting the Consulate I walked toward the parking garage.

Suddenly I felt a tug at my arm and a sharp pain, followed by the soft report of a silenced rifle.

I went into overdrive mode. Diving forward and rolling to my feet I sped to the doorway of the parking garage and ducked in and to the side just before another shot ricocheted off the opposite wall.

I figured I had a couple of minutes before anyone tried to come after me so I checked my arm. The first bullet had gone through my triceps and plowed a furrow in my back. I focused on stopping the bleeding and starting the healing process but I only had a short time. As soon as I had the bleeding stopped I re-focused on my situation.

I was still standing beside the doorway. I heard voices talking quietly outside and then the barrel of a pistol appeared through the doorway. In overdrive mode again I grabbed the pistol from the hand that held it and slammed it into the face that owned the hand. The man collapsed, but in the instant that I was exposed I saw that there were two more behind him. One raised an Uzi and shouted “Die Slaver!”

I ran. I was half way up a flight of stairs by the time the first bullets were bouncing off the stairwell wall. I stopped on the third floor, which is where my car was.

Something wasn’t right here. Hunters had found me. How did they know I was going to be here? What should I do? Wait for them and take them out or get in my car and get away?

I listened. No pursuit. Maybe they gave up. Surely someone heard the Uzi and would call the police.

Then I heard the elevator doors open. I didn’t wait to see who got off. Quickly I ran back down the stairs to level two. A quick look around told me there was no one there. Running to the opposite side of the building I took the stairs down to level one.

At the stairwell entrance I peeked out and saw people crowding the street but no threat. They probably expect me to try to get to my car.

There was a bus stop across the street and down the block. There had been very few people on the street earlier but now people were flooding onto the street, it was lunch time. I spotted a man in a tweed jacket heading my way. Fortunately he was coming to the parking garage.

As he entered I flashed five hundred dollars in his face. “Mister. I’ll give you five hundred for your jacket right now.”

He looked startled for a moment and then stripped off the coat and took the five hundred from my hand smiling. “Deal!”

I put the coat on to hide the blood that had soaked my shirt and went out on the street.

Before I could cross to the bus a black Chrysler 300 pulled up at the curb. It was Larry. “Get in!” he shouted.

I did. Sue was in the back seat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“I got a tip that someone was going to try to kill you.”

We got onto the freeway and headed south.

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I tried but there was no answer.”

I took out my cell phone and examined it. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. No messages, no missed calls. Something wasn’t adding up.

I heard a faint click from the back seat. I knew that sound, it was the sound of a safety being either engaged or disengaged.

I listened in to Sue’s thoughts. Now I have you Sam. Now you die.

It was Larry! That’s how the Hunters knew how to find me. The whole thing was a setup. Sue was a slave so I couldn’t enslave her without touching her.

I reached over and pulled the steering wheel hard. The car went into an uncontrolled spin on the wet concrete of the freeway, slamming into another car and then rolling. We were all shaken like rag dolls. The car finally came to rest right side up.

I was a bit dazed but otherwise ok. Larry had several cuts from broken glass and was shaking his head trying to regain some coherence. I checked Sue. She seemed shaken but unhurt, unfortunately. She was reaching for her pistol which she had dropped. It was wedged between the seat and the door opposite where she was sitting. Fortunate for me the seat belt kept her from reaching it immediately.

I couldn’t reach her quickly. Again I listened to her thoughts. God damned Larry. Stupid son of a bitch can’t do anything right. Just let me get my gun though and I’ll finish this.

These were not the thoughts of a slave. Then everything clicked into place. Larry was not a Slaver, he was a Hunter. He had infiltrated my grandfather’s organization pretending to be a Slaver and was now trying to kill me.

Sue unbuckled her seat belt and slid over to retrieve her pistol.

If she wasn’t a slave then...

I unleashed my enslaving energy. Sue stopped moving with the pistol half-raised in my direction.

I turned my attention back to Larry a little too late. He had a pistol in his hand too and it came crashing into my face.

That hurt a lot. But I retained consciousness and my left hand shot up to grab his arm just behind the wrist. With a twist I snapped a bone and he dropped the gun.

“Aaaaa!” he screamed. “Sue! Shoot him! Shoot him now! Kill him!”

But sue just sat there, gazing into nothing.

“Tell me Larry. Who are you really.” I said releasing his broken arm.

He held his broken arm to his chest and glanced back at Sue. “You son of a bitch! You enslaved my sister! I’ll kill you for that!”

Sister!? I thought. His good left hand came up unexpectedly with a large bladed knife and managed to slice my left forearm fairly deeply. He was wielding it left handed but I was fending him off with my right arm which was the one that had been shot, I just didn’t have any strength in that arm yet. I put my left hand on his throat, but couldn’t squeeze much yet, that was the arm he had just stabbed.

“Damn it Larry! I don’t want to have to kill you. Stop it!”

“Then just let me kill you and we’ll both be happy.” he growled.

I was just managing to hold off his knife hand while I worked on healing my left forearm.

“Why Larry? Why do you want to kill me?”

“Your kind need to die. You’re an abomination! I almost had Avery convinced to let me run the organization before you showed up. With you out of the way I can have access to everything and destroy all of your kind.”

The knife was inching closer and closer to my throat. Finally I felt my forearm was sufficiently healed to use it at full strength. I clamped it around Larry’s throat.

“Last chance Larry. Give it up and you don’t have to die.”

“Go to hell!” he screamed and made a final desperate attempt to push the knife into me.

I gripped harder and twisted his neck. With a popping sound his neck snapped, his eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp.

I slumped back in my seat just as a young man with long blond hair wearing a wet suit top approached my window.

“You alright dude?”

I could hear sirens approaching the scene of the accident and knew I’d have to act fast.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked, gesturing at Sue.

Fortunately the hand holding the pistol had slumped to her side and the gun was hidden behind her thigh.

“She’s just in shock.” I replied. “I think my friend here is injured more than us. Can you check him to see if he’s alright?”

I just needed a minute to finish up with Sue.

While the man walked around to the other side of the car I projected Sue, you are now my loyal slave. Wake up and hide the gun under the seat.

Her eyes blinked and she quickly slipped the pistol underneath my seat. I did the same with Larry’s gun and the knife.

The surfer dude checked Larry. “Sorry man. I got no pulse.” he shook his head.

I opened the door. “Sue, get out.”

She did and we went over to sit on the side of the freeway. The Highway Patrol and an ambulance came. All attention was turned to the dead man still in the car rather than the couple who were obviously ok. A paramedic did come over and check us and a CHP officer stopped by to ask what happened. I told him my friend just seemed to lose control for no apparent reason. It was raining pretty steadily now and someone gave us a piece of plastic to huddle under.

When they turned their attention to the wreck again Sue and I climbed the embankment to the city street above. We were at the meeting of the 101 and the 110 freeways, not far from Dodger Stadium.

I used my phone to find a car rental place. Fortunately there was a Hertz about three blocks away, just down Figueroa Street.

On the way I questioned Sue. “So, was Larry really a hunter?”

“Yes Master. We were part of an international organization. They had a place out by Temecula, out in the country, where the local cell was headquartered.”

“They?”

“I’m with you now Master.”

“Ok. Who was in charge of that group?”

“I was. But now it will be Ron Appleton.”

“You were in charge?”

“Yes. Larry was just a soldier. He was the oldest son of the family that adopted me. Not too bright though. I was running everything.”

“Why put yourself in danger? Working with Slavers you knew you might be enslaved.”

“I was raised with a family of Hunters. They taught me to hate Slavers. They taught me very well. We thought my cover would protect me, we knew slavers can’t enslave women who are already slaves. I was willing to take the risk. And now I’m happy I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have become your slave.”

Amazing. I thought. “So that means they will be disorganized and confused for a while. No leader. What would happen if you were to call and tell them all to leave the area?”

“They would suspect something was wrong. We talked about the possibility of me being compromised and they made contingencies that were unknown to me, but I imagine they’ll be triggered by me reporting without Larry.”

“Ok. But I have an idea. Here’s the rental agency. Let’s get a car and get back to San Diego.”

The only car they had was a Kia minivan. I had Sue drive while I plied her for more information.

“How extensively has this organization of Hunters penetrated my grandfather’s Slaver network?”

“Not so much the Slavers, but they have highly placed operatives in the CIA and FBI. And of course some members of Congress and the Senate are Hunters.”

“Shit!”

I called Avery.

“Larry was a plant. Turns out he was a member of a group called Hunters. They hunt Slavers. That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You’re kidding. I trusted Larry with nearly everything.”

“I know. You’ve got to contact all the Slavers in your network and tell them to go into hiding. I’m going to hit the Hunter cell tomorrow. But if any escape they’ll notify others around the country and they’ll attempt to exterminate as many Slavers as they can. That includes you Avery.”

“Don’t worry about me Sam. I have friends in high places.”

“Don’t count on it. I enslaved Sue and she tells me they have agents in the CIA, FBI, Congress and the Senate, highly placed agents. You should get out of there now and don’t tell anyone where you’re going.”

There was silence from the other end. “You ok?”

“Yeah. It’s just hard to see all I’ve worked for disintegrate. If we don’t know who we can trust in the government then we can’t trust anyone.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“But if I just disappear, there are enough people in government who are openly against us that they will have a field day. We’ll be deserters, untrustworthy, undependable. They’ll crucify us in committee.”

“That can’t be helped Avery.” A thought occurred to me. “Why don’t you call Corsico and explain what’s going on to him. He’s the only one I know of that you can trust and he might be able to head off some of that backlash.”

“Good idea, and I know a couple of others I can talk to who will support us. Good work Sam. You’ll have to tell me how you came into all this knowledge next time we talk in person. Forget Vegas, I won’t be going now. I’ll find you. Bye.”

I called Stefani.

“How is that house coming along?”

“Great. The fencing company is putting in the gate this afternoon.”

“Good. Get everything of value out of that house tonight, especially my computers.”

“Yes Master. May I ask what’s going on?”

“Plenty. I’ll meet you at the new house as soon as you’re off work. Make sure the rest of the girls have their bags packed and are ready to go. Call Chana and Casey and tell them not to go to the old house tonight, that goes for you too. And tell Lynn and Teri as well, everyone is to meet at the new house. Clear?”

“Yes Master.”

“Great. Gotta go. See you tonight.”

Next I called Steve.

“I need another favor Steve.”

“Just ask Sam.”

“I need at least three suites at the Royal Regency, four would be better if they’re available.”

“How long?”

“At least two nights.”

“Ok, I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.”

“Head for the Marina south of the airport Sue.”

I called Elena.

“Hello Master.”

“Hi Elena. Pack your things and be ready to move. All three of you. I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Ok Sam. Is everything ok?”

“No. But it will be.”

I hung up and a few minutes later my phone rang.

“Steve here Sam. You have four suites at the Royal Regency, including the Presidential Suite.”

“Thanks Steve, that’s perfect.”

“What’s going on Sam?”

I sighed heavily. “I’m really getting sick of having to tell you this but... I can’t tell you. Sorry Steve. I really want to tell you but I just can’t. Ask me again in a few days, maybe then I can fill you in.”

“Don’t worry about it Sam. I know you well enough to know you must have good reason for whatever you do. Good luck, whatever it is.”

“Thanks Steve, I really appreciate your confidence in me. I hope I can live up to it.”

“You will.”