The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After introductions were made, Arianna and Kristen went downstairs to retrieve Sarah. Eagerly, Kristen instructed Sarah to begin obeying Arianna. At the moment, Sarah stood at attention in the doorway to her daughter’s room. Arianna dosed Lauren and Jenny with a batch of nanites to keep them agreeable and under control. A small mp3 player sat on the bed next to each girl.

At the end of the bed, Kristen and Celia awkwardly sat silently. They both looked down at the floor. Finally, Celia was the one who spoke. “So, you probably want to know how I ended up here?”

Kristen looked over, smiled, and nodded. “I just realized a few seconds ago that you have been in almost every one of my classes the past two years.” Kristen paused for a moment and furrowed her brow. “You were watching Lauren and I.”

Celia nodded reassuringly. “Yep, I was supposed to watch you. The first year I had no idea. Kimberly had manipulated my schedule so I could be close to you and Lauren. I didn’t even know about The Pleasure Bunnies yet. Last summer I was brought into the fold and assigned to trail the two of you.”

Celia adjusted herself on the bed so she sat facing Kristen, her legs wrapped under her. “The whole ‘band geek’ thing was a good cover. I was quiet, smart, and kept to myself. I don’t think anyone suspected a thing. I brought a girl over to the side of good along the way but generally kept up the wallflower thing.”

Kristen stared at Celia while taking all of this in. “The...side of good.” She smiled. “You’re gay?”

Celia smiled also and her entire face brightened. “Even more than my sister!” Behind her, Arianna rolled her eyes while transferring files to one of the mp3 players that had been sitting on the bed. “The only other lesbian in school, besides the two of you, was my creation Brianna.

Kristen, again, stared at Celia with her brow furrowed. “So... that is why Brianna always stared at me while changing in gym?”

“Yep! Now, can you see my problem? The only lesbians were you and Lauren. I couldn’t compromise my objectivity by getting involved with you or her. Although I did ‘accidentally’ feel you up once in the hallway.” Behind her, again, Arianna rolled her eyes.

Kristen blushed. She remembered that day. Celia turned her head and nodded towards Lauren. “My final report on Lauren is why we are here. Lauren Collins is a bratty child who, instead of bettering herself with the gifts provided, toys with former lovers and does not take good care of the property she owns. That means you, Kristen.”

Celia put her hand on Kristen’s arm and looked at her longingly. Kristen didn’t seem to be aware of the girl’s crush. She sighed and continued, pointing at Sarah before proceeding. “Then she has her mother brainwashed too to be like fucking Stepford mom. What the fuck is that about? I mean, look at her. She is hot and all, but what is up with that?” Sarah still stared straight ahead.

Celia stood up and held her hands out so Kristen could join her. “Next year, hopefully, Brianna will have company. This summer, once all of this business clears up, I am going to court you to be my girlfriend, okay?”

Kristen’s jaw dropped a little bit. She was shocked by how forward Celia was. Suddenly, Arianna looked up. “It’s okay Kristen, she cleared it with Kimberly. If you chose it, you will be with her.”

Arianna walked over and stood in front of Kristen. She put her hand on the girl’s chin. “You haven’t had a lot of choices, had you? It has to be tough being on your own now.” Kristen’s eyes got watery and then she began to sob. The sisters took her in their arms and held the girl while she got it all out. They hugged tightly with Celia holding the girl from behind.

After a few minutes they pulled apart and Celia individually hugged Kristen. When they pulled away she stared at the girl and almost leaned in to kiss her, but, hesitating, decided that could wait. She really wanted Kristen to have the choice that Lauren had not given her. Instead the black haired girl looked down and took Kristen’s hand in her own. Kristen squeezed back after a moment.

Standing behind them, Arianna interrupted the moment with an ahem. “These two should be ready for transport now. The nanites inside of them will make remoting them to follow basic commands pretty easy. Once they are downstairs we can drag them to the van.” She paused as the two girls turned around. Smiling, she continued speaking. “You kids can chat later tonight once we are back at headquarters.” The Mistress raised her eyebrows in the direction of her sister.

Celia, remembering her cue from their discussion earlier, spoke in the direction of Kristen. “Later, once we are settled in, maybe we could talk? Have dinner too? I would really like to spend time with you, Kristen.”

Kristen was unsure what to say. Celia was very upfront and, like her sister, very attractive. “S-s-sure. I would like that.”

Celia clapped her hands excitedly. “Good girl! I will send someone for you tonight.”

Before Kristen could feel the ripple of pleasure forming from being called a good girl, her mind blanked due to Arianna saying a trigger that was buried deep in her subconscious. The slave snapped to attention and asked how she may serve. Nearby, Celia felt her panties soaking beneath her clothes.

Arianna instructed Kristen to join Sarah by the doorway. The Mistress asked her younger sister what she would like Kristen to wear for their trip. Rummaging through her clothes, Celia picked out a black PVC dress and a pair of clunky platform heels. It wasn’t really Celia’s style, but the dress hugged Kristen’s curves and made her look incredible. Without hesitation, Kristen stripped her clothes off and redressed. She returned to her place next to Sarah. Arianna placed a pair of ear buds in the slave’s ears and placed the mp3 player in her hand. There were further messages from Kimberly in the sound files. They would reassure Kristen that everything was going to be fine and that she was going to be taken care of.

After a minute or so, Arianna instructed Sarah and Kristen to begin to pick up Lauren and Jenny. With a little help from Arianna, who was easily the strongest women in the group, they slowly brought both girls down the stairs into the living room. Quickly Arianna made her way to the garage and brought the van out into the street and drove it back into the garage facing outward. Once the van was parked and the garage door closed she came around the back to open the doors. Between Kristen, who, while not as strong as Arianna, held her own as the two of them carried Jenny, and then Lauren, into the back of the van.

Once both girls were in the van, Arianna strapped them to restraints that attached to the floor they lay on. The Mistress attached an mp3 player to each girl’s shirt and placed the dangling ear buds in their ears. Gently she pressed play on each player. The combination of the nanites coursing through their bodies and the subliminal messages in the sound files playing in their ears would bring both girls under control and make transporting them to headquarters very easy.

Satisfied that they weren’t going anywhere, Arianna walked back into the house. Her sister was standing in front of Sarah, who waited at attention for command. Celia was staring at the woman and slowly letting her eyes move all over her body.

She turned around at the sound of her sister entering the living room. Arianna smiled at her sister’s amusing interest in Mrs. Collins. “I think we are ready to go.” She paused at Celia’s blush. “Not that it isn’t totally fascinating you obviously want to hump her, we need to get back to headquarters. Before we leave, there is one more thing to do.”

Celia watched her sister walked over to Sarah and stop in front of her. Arianna paused momentarily and then spoke in a very firm voice. “Slave, my sister Celia has been granted the honor of controlling you. You will do as she says. You obey her as if she was me.”

Sarah continued to stare straight ahead, but blinked once or twice. Finally, a few beats later, she spoke. “Yes, Mistress, Sarah will obey.”

Arianna stood next to her sister and hugged her tightly from the side. She kissed the girl’s forehead gently. “When we get home I am going to make sure Sarah is imprinted to you. I have no idea what is going to happen to her, but until then she is yours to experiment with.” She hugged her sister tightly again. “I believe you are mature enough where you can handle your own property.”

Celia hugged her sister back. “Thanks Arianna.” She blushed as her big sister leaned down and kissed her forehead again. “As you said though, we should get going.”

Arianna nodded and stepped back. “Well, command her. Command Sarah to get into the van.”

Celia turned to face Mrs. Collins again. She thought for a moment about what to say. Until today, her only experience in controlling females had been experimenting with Brianna. She knew that she was a Top, and strongly desired ownership of one, or more, slaves. All of that had been idle fantasy before this moment.

Deciding she would emulate her sister, she began to command Sarah. “Slave, follow us to the van.”

Without speaking, Sarah moved to follow the sisters through the house and to the garage. Once in the garage, Sarah got into the back of the van and snapped the restraints onto herself without hesitation. Celia stared at her and decided at that moment that this was the life for her. Females belonged under her control. She was intelligent, beautiful, and the sister of a very important woman in the corporation. Once their captives were retrained, she would eagerly begin lessons in how to be the best Mistress she could be.

Around the front of the van, Celia’s sister’s hand on her arm brought her out of the Matriarchal dominance daydream. “Dude you can dream about enslaving our gender later.” Celia blushed. Arianna continued, smiling at her sister proudly. “I know, it was my first thought too. But I had Kimberly, and she kept me in line for a long time. You’ll get excellent training and advice, sis.”

For a moment, Arianna looked away. Suddenly her face brightened. “Speaking of training, how about you drive us back to headquarters?”

Celia grabbed the keys out of her sister’s hand and eagerly ran around to the driver’s side. Turning on the van, she looked back quickly to make sure everyone was settled in the back. Sarah and Kristen both stared at each other from across the floor contently. Neither Lauren nor Jenny was going anywhere, anytime, soon. Pulling out of the development and onto the highway, Celia focused on driving safely. Her sister had her phone open and was texting back and forth with someone. About halfway home, Arianna let her know that two other girls had been successfully picked up and would also begin their reprogramming today.

Kristen snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a beep on the laptop in front of her. Another cycle had been completed. She looked up and curiously eyed the half filled row of ten brainwashing tubes across the room from where she sat. Her eyes returned to the laptop where a widget on the desktop displayed the results from each reprogrammed Pleasure Bunnie’s session. Each girl, Jenny, Lauren, her mother, Britney, and Missy were being retrained without any resistance. At this point each girl would have no hesitations about their enslavement and absolute reprogramming.

Her own programming session had lasted until an hour or so before. Kristen closed her eyes; she could remember Kimberly’s voice reassuring her and allowing her to blissfully fall back into her previous submissive state of mind. She was to obey Kimberly and Arianna, unofficially, until her status and future was clearer. The opportunity to serve and please made her happy. No matter what her future purpose was, she knew she would be happy if she was making another woman happy.

When she woke up, Kristen had been brought to this lab to oversee the girls who had come in with her. Another Bunnie stood, at attention, off to the side. Kristen had been told by the man who escorted her here that if she had any questions, or needs, she could ask the nameless Bunnie for assistance. Satisfied with the readouts in front of her, she got up off of her stool and stood before the five chambers currently in use. Each lay quietly and passively in a chamber having their thoughts and attitudes corrected.

She could have cared less what happened to Missy and Britney; both were useless, vapid, bimbos whose total enslavement served the most utilitarian purpose possible. The freshly renewed slave had similar feelings toward Jenny. Girls like Jenny, who would freely choose to assimilate with the aforementioned girls, did not deserve a choice.

According to the readouts from the widget, Sarah had been assigned to Celia earlier today. Kristen smiled. She knew that she was going to end up with Celia. Part of her longed to kneel right now and wait for command from the young woman. But most of her wanted to go slowly, and gradually, fall in love and into her thrall. Celia had promised her a choice, and as much as she despised “topping from the bottom,” she had made up her mind. For the first time in her life, she felt confident about the direction her life was heading.

Finally, she stood in front of Lauren’s brainwashing chamber. Despite her violent outburst earlier, she did somewhat care about what happened to Lauren. She had no desire for revenge, but she did long for Lauren to be used in a way that made her a valued asset to the corporation. Given the chance, for all of the gruesome violations Lauren had imparted on Kristen recently, Kristen might have difficultly with the urges inside of her to open the chamber and snap her former owner’s neck.

Or perhaps instruct the mindless Pleasure Bunnie in the corner to do it for her. The girl’s nails were probably long enough to put an eye or two out. Maybe slit a throat. Dropping a slave in the way that Lauren did to Kristen, just leaving her mind suddenly wide open without some sort of weaning, and moving on without reassigning the girl was abusive and unjust. Perhaps she could talk to Celia about having Lauren be their personal cum dumpster, for profit, on campus. During the day they could cage her, programmed to not speak, with full knowledge of her situation. She would long every day, until the sun set, for complete enslavement the same way Kristen has the past few days since being dumped. Stop. Focus. Obey. Kristen sighed. She put her hand up against the glass. Lauren’s empty, blank, eyes stared back at her. A pair of ear buds was pumping new programming into her mind.

She turned around sharply at the sound of another voice. “She had her chance and blew it.” Kristen had become so lost in her own private fantasies of bloodshed she had not heard Arianna come in. She turned and stared at the room’s new occupant curiously who leaned backwards against the now closed door behind her.

“She...” Arianna stopped to point at Lauren. “...behaved in the manner that a typical male buyer would. Use them, fuck them, and throw them away the moment an upgrade is available. Like a fucking house.” Slowly, she began to breach the gap between the two young women. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I think a proper, civilized, owner of a slave would not find that an acceptable way to behave, no matter their gender.”

By the end of the statement, Arianna stood right in front of Kristen. Kristen could feel her breath on her own body. “Lauren behaved like a male would; a really boring male at that.” She stopped to take Kristen’s hands in her own and held them up chest level. “We are females, enlightened, educated, and trained, whether slave or Owner, and no matter our status, whether it is right or wrong, there is and should be a higher standard for us. In a just world, none of us are better, or ‘superior,’ to others. But this world is not that one.”

She squeezed the younger woman’s hands with her own. “Her gifts were squandered in a way that is offensive to those who gave them to her. I have learned from those people and the most valuable lesson I have learned is to treat your property properly. Capturing you, programming you, and then dumping you the moment something else comes along; others may do it, but for us it is unacceptable. Lauren was supposed to be one of us.”

After a long pause, all Kristen could do was sigh. She looked towards where Lauren was being reprogrammed. “She...” After another pause she looked down at the ground shyly. Her brow creased as she tried to put into words what was going through her mind. Finally she gave up, visibly frustrated by all of the conflicting ideas going through her mind.

Arianna pulled the young woman’s chin up to her eye level with her hand. “There is plenty of time to think about that stuff later. Claire is waiting for me; she has been such a good girl lately, I believe she deserves a good paddling. Or a few hundred.”

Kristen smiled and blushed at the mental image of that sort of positive reinforcement. Arianna smiled back. A maternal, loving, look came over her face as she stroked a fallen strand of hair on Kristen’s head. “Besides, I believe there is a young lady who has requested your presence tonight?” She continued to stroke the strand of hair. “We can walk back together. I will send someone to watch over our newest recruits.”

They started walking towards the door, but then the elder woman in the room turned around and faced the younger one. Kristen smiled and nodded. “Thank you.” Kristen stopped as they walked through the door to look back at the Bunnie waiting at attention in the room. Arianna picked up on the unspoken question and shrugged. “Leave her here. It will be a nice surprise for whatever technician comes in tomorrow morning.”

Both women grinned. Holding hands as they walked, they made their way down the hall to an elevator. Inside, Arianna pushed the buttons for each of their floors. After a pregnant pause, the doors began to close. As they closed, all Kristen could think about was that she was ready for true love.