The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Wednesday afternoon I got a call on my cell phone.

“Mr. Williams?... This is Cassandra from Poole House. I wanted to let you know that as far as the medical check is concerned there is no reason you cannot become a member of our club. I just have one additional question for you. You are living with a police officer, can you give us a good reason why we should trust you?”

Oh. I should have thought of that.

“I see. Well I don’t know what to say, except that she won’t do anything unless I tell her to. If you need more explanation than that I’ll explain the entire situation to Albert and no one else. In fact I would appreciate it if you would let him know that I want to explain this to him.”

“Very well, I can’t say that I know who this ‘Albert’ that you speak of is, but I’ll pass on your request to my superiors.”

I could tell she was saying that she didn’t know who Albert was just in case the call was being recorded.

“Thank you.”

I hadn’t intended to tip my hand so early in the game but I didn’t have a choice. I was either going to get to see Albert or not, if I got stopped now it was probably going to be ‘not’.

Not five minutes later my phone rang again.

“Sam Williams.”

“Mr. WIlliams. This is the person you asked to speak with. You have two minutes to state your case.” He spoke with a slight Spanish accent.

“Well, I guess the sticking point is that Casey is a police officer and she lives with me. You don’t have to worry about Casey, she is a slave, and she won’t do anything I don’t approve.”

“A slave Mr. Williams? Just what do you mean by slave?” He sounded interested.

“I’ll cut to the chase. I’m like you Albert, Larry Grossman told me about you. He told me that you really don’t like others like us, but I really need to talk to you.”

“So, applying to the club was just a ploy.”

“Yes. I didn’t know how else to contact you.”

“Hmm.” There was a pause for a few seconds. “Why not? I have a place out on Clay Lakes Road about three miles past Route 9. I’m having an auction there tonight. It starts at seven, be there by six and I’ll talk to you. Come alone.”

He hung up and I pumped my fist. “Yes!” Now I would find out if Albert had anything to do with the explosion.

I pulled up in front of the mansion in the desert and was met again by Cassandra, I thought.

“You must be Mr. Williams, my name is Cristina. Please follow me, Mr. Sontillo is waiting for you.”

Cristina, not Cassandra. Sisters?

She was dressed in a red sequined evening gown with a string of beautiful white pearls around her neck and pearl earrings. Red three inch heels completed the package.

I followed her through the front entrance. There were guards but they were all women. All wore black uniforms with bullet proof vests, automatic pistols on their thighs and all carried what looked like AR-15s stuck to their chests with Velcro. (I had been studying weapons to try to decide what kind of security I was going to use at my new house. I had also been spending time at the pistol range firing hundreds of rounds through every kind of pistol I could get my hands on. It was a great way to release pent up anger. I still hadn’t resorted to actually carrying a weapon though. I had also enrolled myself and all the girls in a no nonsense self-defense course which we attended three times a week.)

She led me down a flight of stairs and around several corners before pausing in front of a beautiful set of elaborately carved double doors. She was waiting for something.

I decided to try to listen to her thoughts.

... the camera. I must wait here until my Master tells me to enter.

So that was it. Albert was checking me out.

Her thoughts had a different flavor, a different feel. I wondered if that was because she was someone else’s slave.

Suddenly she reached for the door knob without any apparent reason for the change. Maybe Albert can communicate telepathically too.

The large room we entered was all mahogany and leather. A book shelf full of hundreds of books, old and new filled the entire left wall. Albert, I assumed, sat behind a large horseshoe shaped desk and didn’t stand as I approached. He had a European look, medium height, light skin, dark hair and green eyes. This was the man who might have killed Kristen and Julie. My anger simmered under the surface but I made an effort to remain calm and controlled on the outside. I had a plan of sorts, I had to keep calm, if I found out he did it then I had to pretend it wasn’t all that important to me except maybe to threaten that nothing like that had better happen ever again. Then later I would figure out what to do about it.

“Mr. Williams, please sit. That will be all Cristina.”

She left the room without comment.

“Twins?” I asked.

“Triplets actually. Collette is head of my security.

“So Mr. Williams, you wished to speak with me.”

I could think of no way to get information about the bombing except to ask about it.

“Yes I did want to speak with you.

“About a month ago someone tried to kill me and in the process did kill two of my girls. Do you know anything about that?” I tried to listen to his thoughts but got nothing. I was also watching his face and body language for any sign of a reaction. He would be good at poker.

“You think I did this?”

“I don’t know. I was told you don’t like other Slavers.”

He harrumped. “Slavers! I do not like the term. It has a very negative connotation don’t you think?”

“I suppose that’s true. What would you call us?”

“Perhaps Masters would be a better word, that is what my slaves call me.”

“I don’t really care one way or the other. I just want to know who is trying to kill me.”

“Yes. It is good that you do not lose focus of the more important things. But you were misinformed by Mr. Grossman. I do not dislike others like myself, I dislike having amateurs pressure me to join an organization that I do not agree with. I particularly dislike anything that brings us to the attention of any government. How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.” My birthday had come and gone while I was in the coma.

“You are very young and inexperienced. I have been what I am since before California was a state Mr. Williams, and I know that nothing good will come from the government knowing who I am. Let me give you some unsolicited advice. Always have a backup plan, an exit strategy. Very soon now I will disappear as far as the authorities are concerned. I already have a new identity set up. All of my properties will be sold and the proceeds will go into several numbered Swiss bank accounts. A slave will spend the rest of her life removing several thousand dollars a day in cash from those banks and depositing the money in another numbered account in another bank which I will have access to, all untraceable to me. I normally don’t tell others my plans but you need to know these things if you are going to survive. Do not trust the politicians and bureaucrats with your identity young one.”

I thought seriously about that. I decided he had a point, though I didn’t like him talking down to me that way. “How do you come up with a new identity? Find someone who died as a child and use his?”

“No. That would be too easy to prove false.”

He took a cigar from a box on his desk and offered me one. I shook my head no.

“You may as well enjoy life, you know that you are immune to disease don’t you? Anyway, every ten years or so I bribe a doctor to fill out a birth certificate for a baby that was never born. When the time is right I pay a young man to use that birth certificate to get a Social Security Number. I pay an entrepreneur to make payroll payments to the person on the birth certificate to establish the identity with the government. Then I assume the identity.”

“I see. But that wouldn’t work for me in the short term. If I start now I could have a usable identity in about eighteen years. Nevertheless I do thank you for the suggestion and I will take it under advisement. Now about that minor matter of someone trying to kill me.”

I paused expectantly.

“Good. You are unshakable.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I had nothing to do with it. I did not even know of you. Of course you have nothing but my word on the matter, but I swear I am telling you the truth, by everything I believe in.”

I surprised myself at how angry that made me. If I could believe him it meant I was back to square one. I had no good suspects. And unfortunately I did believe him. I didn’t want to, I wanted to lash out and I needed a target for my anger, but as I sat there getting control of my emotions I had to admit that I believed Albert when he said he didn’t do it.

I exhaled heavily after about half a minute. “I guess that will have to be good enough.”

He nodded. “I must be about my business now Mr. Williams. Feel free to stay for the auction. I do not expect you to bid but you may be entertained.”

“Why do you sell them? Don’t you care what happens to them?”

“Of course I care about them.” He leaned forward seriously. “The women I sell are better off than if I had not enslaved them. I find them on the streets, selling themselves to buy drugs, and I rehabilitate them.”

“But aren’t you the one supplying the drugs?”

He shook his head. “A fiction I encourage people to believe. I sometimes purchase drugs to keep them off the street but they are all destroyed. You see I have no distribution system.”

“Hmmm. But why sell the women? You can’t need the money.”

“One can always use more money.” He said with a smirk. “But you are right, I don’t really need it. I sell them so they can keep an eye on the unscrupulous politicians, business men and assorted scum bags who buy them. If they learn something they think I might need to know they contact me through one of various means I have set up for receiving such notifications.”

“What if they are abused by their buyers, or worse?”

He frowned. “I make it very clear to them that this must not happen.” He must have noticed my skepticism. “Twice my instructions have been violated. In each case I made a very public -in certain circles- show of my displeasure, and shortly afterward one of the men lost his life and the other his testicles. Now they all know to take my warnings seriously.”

His frown deepened. “But I grow tired of this game.” Then he smiled. “In my next life I think I shall come back as a philanthropist.”

Despite my misgivings about his selling his slaves I couldn’t help but like Albert. He didn’t seem to me like someone who would try to kill me just because I was like him, a Slaver.

“Thank you for seeing me Mr. Sontillo, and I think I will stay for the auction.” I smiled. “Just curious.”

“Very good. Consider it a learning experience. Perhaps in one of your future lives you will do something similar, no?”

I shrugged and turned to leave, but stopped two steps from his desk. “Oh, one more question. How did Cristina know when to open the doors when we came in?”

He pulled a small device from his pocket. “A buzzer. What did you think, some kind of telepathy?” he chuckled.

I shrugged again, “It’s a handy trick. I think I’ll borrow the idea.” The doors opened as I approached them. Cristina was standing there.

“Take my friend Mr. Williams to the auction salon and inform the others we will be starting in about twenty minutes.”

“Yes... sir.”

“It is ok Cristina, Mr. Williams knows I am your master.”

“Thank you Master. Mr. Williams, please follow me.”

The salon where they conducted the auction was large enough to fit a couple hundred people, and it felt somewhat empty with the thirty or so attending.

There was a velvet rope cordoning off about a quarter of the room, all of the bidders were in the larger section and were being catered to by servants (read Albert’s slaves). There were all kinds of drinks offered as well as caviar and other hors d’oeuvres.

The guests were staying away from each other. I had no doubt these were all dangerous people.

There was a hispanic man with a young lady hanging on his arm and a couple of men I took to be bodyguards. In fact everyone seemed to have at least two bodyguards.

There were six anglo-saxon types who could have been American or European. A black man in African style clothing. A couple of oriental men, I thought one was Korean. An east Indian man. And there were two Arabic men, one in western clothes and one in the more traditional white robe.

There were about six women in the group, one blond who was hovering behind the Korean, the African was accompanied by a black woman in similar dress, two of the anglos had escorts and the Arab with the white robe was being followed around by a woman in an abaya.

But the most unusual woman was obviously one of the bidders. She was accompanied by the usual bodyguards and an older man who was apparently a secretary of some sort. She was blond with blue eyes, about forty and tall with an athletic physique.

I was the only one without a retinue.

I accepted a glass of wine and settled myself in a corner between the woman on my right and the Hispanic man on my left. Several eyes tracked me from various points in the room.

I entertained myself for a few minutes meditating on everything Albert had told me. I thought he was probably right about the government and decided to contact my grandfather to find out just who knew about us and give him a chance to defend his decision.

Then my thoughts turned to the murders. If Albert didn’t do it, and the more I thought about it the more I believed he didn’t, then who did?

My thoughts were interrupted by a bell ringing from the smaller section of the room behind the velvet rope. I turned my head to see Albert standing beside Cristina who was holding a small silver bell in her left hand and striking it with a tiny silver hammer.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to start the bidding. Before we begin however I will remind you of my rules for owning these young women. You will not beat them, unless of course they wish to be beaten,” he smiled, “but you will not damage them in any way. I will hold each of you responsible for the wellbeing of your property. And even should you lose track of me, I will not lose track of you nor will I ever stop paying attention.”

He let his gaze fall on each of the potential bidders.

“Now, let’s begin the bidding. This first beauty is Elandra.” A tall black girl, about twenty years old by my estimate walked into the room and stood before Albert where all could get a good look at her. She was completely naked and she was quite pretty though a little thin.

“Let us start the bidding at one million. Who will open with a million dollars?”

The blond woman made a flipping motion with her hand.

“I have one million. Will anyone add point one?”

And so the bidding went on. There were women of every shape, size and color. Each of the bidders appraised the value of the merchandise and made their bids in turn until they all had at least one new slave and some had two.

“And now for our last item.” Albert announced. “This is Teresa.”

A smoking hot brunette came out and stood before the crowd. Green eyes, skin the color of a good tan, but it was natural. About five foot nine. Very pretty. Something was familiar about her.

By the time I remembered where I had seen her the bidding was over two million. I had known her in grade school, fourth to sixth grade.

She called herself Treese then, and I had a crush on her. I wondered how she had gotten herself into this mess. I tried to listen in on her thoughts. Master will be pleased that I am bringing such a high price. I will go to someone important who I can watch carefully for my Master. Well that wasn’t telling me what I wanted to know. Except that her thoughts had that same foreign taste.

I was tempted to bid on her but that would be out of character. Albert would wonder what I was up to, since I knew his slaves spied for him. I couldn’t let him know that I could convert other’s slaves to be mine. So I just waited to see who would win the bidding.

Things seemed to be coming to a finish around four and a half million. The blond woman bid four point four. Just when it seemed no one else would bid, the Korean man bid four point five. The blond was not about to lose, she bid four point six. The Korean shook his head and the bidding was over. “Sold to the lady.” Albert said. Teresa left the room again as had all the slaves, presumably to get dressed and be ready for travel.

I tried listening to the blond woman’s thoughts, I wanted to know what she had planned for Teresa. ... should be hot in bed. I love those long legs and those green eyes. I shouldn’t have paid so much but I just couldn’t let Kwan Park get her, the man is just too creepy. I wonder who that young man in the corner is, he just sat there, didn’t bid once. He did seem to take an interest in the last one though. He’s kinda cute too. I’d love to see him on his knees before me calling me mistress. Well that told me all I really needed to know about her. I also got the feeling that rather than being concerned about Teresa’s wellbeing, she was more motivated by a desire to dominate all men and rob them of the most pleasurable things in life.

Park had purchased a short blond girl, very similar to the one who had been trailing behind him all evening. I decided to listen to his companion’s thoughts. ... tell Master what Park is going to do with us but Park won’t let me get near a phone or a computer. I don’t think Master would want us to hurt people but he told me to always obey Park. This was interrupted when a shape blocked the room from my view.

I looked up to see a large muscular man in a suit. One of the body guards for the blond woman.

“Miss Morton would like to speak with you.” He motioned for me to precede him.

I had no reason to avoid the lady so I stood and took the few steps necessary to join her company.

She remained seated. “Hello. I’m Sandy Morton, please join me, won’t you.” She motioned to a chair at her right hand.

“I’m Sam.” I said. I wasn’t feeling like sharing my identity with anyone in this room.

“You seem out of place here Sam. What’s your story?”

“Um. I’m just a friend of Albert’s. He invited me to watch. I was curious.”

She regarded me for a moment. “Funny. I didn’t think Albert had any friends.” She looked me up and down. I didn’t know if she was looking at my clothes or undressing me mentally. Then I remembered I could listen to her thoughts. ... not very comfortable. Was all I caught before she spoke again. “I think you did not entirely like what you saw?”

She had been reading my body language and she was very good at it. Even so she had misinterpreted my anger, that was deeper and more long standing than any discomfort this auction could cause.

“It’s hard to get used to seeing people purchased as merchandise.” I responded to play on her misconception.

Oh. A man with a conscience, how quaint. “But you don’t object to slavery in the abstract?” Her thoughts did not have that strange flavor even though they were less pleasing to the palette, so to speak, than my slaves thoughts.

“Not if the slave is treated well and can be happy in her role.”

Good answer. I like this young man. I wonder if I could maneuver him into my bed tonight. I might even be able bring him into my stable.

Be careful what you wish for bitch. I thought. Looking back on it, this was the moment my subconscious chose a target for my frustrations. Sandy. You will become very aroused when you look at me.

“Do you have a last name Sam?” She squirmed a little in her seat and took a deep breath.

“Of course, but I think I’ll keep it to myself. I think most people in this room are not to be trusted. No specific offense intended, I’m just being careful. But, for example, what’s the story with the Korean? I get a bad vibe from that guy.”

God he’s hot! And he’s very perceptive. Should I tell him that Park works for the North Korean government, one of their spies in this country? No, I think I’ll just tell him the other part. “For good reason. Park is an animal. He would just as soon kill you as look at you. You would do well to stay completely clear of him. Rumor has it that he is an assassin.”

“Interesting. And why is he purchasing slaves?”

Because he’s a kinky son of a bitch and likes to dominate women. But I think he is a little frustrated with Albert’s restrictions on mistreating them. God I have to get Sam to my place. “I’m sure I have no idea.” she responded aloud.

“What about the hispanic over there?” The man had purchased the only red head in the auction. A short girl with beautiful hazel eyes and freckles.

“Rodriguez? Stay clear of him too. He tried to finagle his way into my good graces at one time. He’s only interested in finding new ways to move his illegal drugs. You see my family owns several businesses in the pharmaceutical industry. He thought he could use me to augment his distribution network.

“Now Sam, how would you like to join me for a little post auction party I’m throwing at my place? It’ll be lots of fun.”

“Ok, on one condition.”

“What would that be?”

“That last girl you bought, I used to know her in grade school. I’d like to talk to her for a little while.”

Huh! A romantic. Well, why not? If it will get him into my bed. “Of course Sam. She will be there. Tim, give him a card.”

The bodyguard passed me a card with Sandy’s name on the front and a map on the back.

“The fun starts at nine, don’t be late Sam.” She stood and kissed my cheek and sighed. “And now I really must be going.”

She collected her new slaves and headed for the exit.

Park, the Korean was just collecting his only purchase as well. I needed to tell Albert that Park was going to use his slaves to hurt other people, but how could I do that without revealing that I could hear their thoughts?

I noticed that his first slave was anxiously edging closer to Albert and glancing in his direction. All I had to do was give her an opportunity to talk to him.

I approached Park. “Excuse me sir. I couldn’t help but admire your choice in slaves.”

He turned to face me, leaving his slave behind him and close enough to Albert to lean over and whisper in his ear. I shot Tell Albert now. at her. Then I thought furiously for something to say that wouldn’t be instantly dismissed.

“I was wondering if you might have use for another. I have one that looks very similar to these two and I would part with her for the same amount you paid for the one you bought tonight.”

He eyed me carefully. “I do not know you. I have what I came for, do not bother me again.”

I gave him a crooked smile and a shrug. “Alright. Your loss.”

His slave was just settling back in to her position behind him when he turned back. I couldn’t be sure but I didn’t think he noticed.

Albert looked angry. “It has come to my attention Mr. Park that you intend to use your slaves as suicide bombers. You have been warned about harming them and know the consequences.”

Park quickly glanced around the room. Albert’s security guards raised the barrels of their weapons in our general direction. I backed away.

“However, since you have not actually hurt them yet I will not have you killed, I will only take back the property that you have forfeited by your intentions.”

“But I have paid much money for them.” Park protested.

“I cannot believe the money means much to you since you were willing to throw away your investment to make a political statement. You have not paid me for tonight’s purchase so you only lose the amount of your previous purchase. Be thankful you are able to leave with your life.

“Collette. Escort Mr. Park to his vehicle and make sure he leaves the estate.

“Do not come back Mr. Park. If you do your life will be forfeit.”

Park’s aspect was smoldering. He choked down whatever reply he was thinking of and preceded Collette and four more armed guards to the front entrance. As he passed me I caught a cold glance in my direction, a look that was full of meaning, but I wasn’t sure what that meaning was.

I nodded to Albert who was giving me a hard look. “Thanks for the invitation Mr. Sontillo. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to go to.”

“Wait a moment Mr. Williams.” His eyes followed Park and his escort until they were out of earshot. “What was that all about? What you told Park, that wasn’t true was it?”

“No. I noticed his slave was nervous and that she was edging nearer and nearer to you, so I deduced that she needed an opportunity speak with you.”

“I see. Well, I thank you. However, I hope for your sake Park didn’t notice. He’s a very dangerous man.”

I nodded nervously. Park had seemed to single me out with that last look. I was going to have to be very careful for a while.