The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Charlotte

I was yanked from sleep by sharp knocking at the door. My eyes flew open, instantly alert. The dim emergency lighting cast weird shadows across our makeshift quarters.

Another knock, more insistent this time.

“Jesus Christ,” Olivia groaned. “Who the hell is knocking at this hour?”

I swung my legs over the edge of my cot, instantly on guard. “Who is it?” I called out, keeping my voice steady.

“It’s Warda,” came the reply through the door. “I need to speak with you. It’s important.”

I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my tank top, then slipped into my cargo pants. “Just a second,” I called, flipping on the lights.

Wendy sat up, squinting in the sudden brightness. “What’s happening?”

“We’re about to find out,” I muttered, padding to the door and opening it.

Warda stood there in her security uniform, hands clasped behind her back, looking official but slightly off somehow. Her posture rigid, her expression controlled.

“Sorry to wake you all,” she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “There’s an emergency meeting in the MRI room. Ramona sent me to bring Wendy and Olivia back to Cedric and Gabriel.”

That got their attention. Wendy and Olivia exchanged glances before scrambling out of their beds.

“Really?” Olivia asked, already pulling clothes from her small pile of belongings. “We can go back to them?”

“That’s what I was told,” Warda replied, her tone professional but something in her eyes didn’t match. “I’m to escort you both to the MRI room immediately.”

Wendy pulled a sweater over her head. “Why the change of heart? Did something happen?”

“I don’t have those details,” Warda said, shifting her weight slightly. “I was just instructed to fetch you both and bring you to the MRI room. That’s all I know.”

I narrowed my eyes. If Ramona and Phoebe had changed their minds about keeping these two separated from their “owners,” they would have told me first. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Warda, I’m not comfortable with this,” I said, crossing my arms. “I was specifically instructed to keep an eye on them and make sure they stay away from Cedric and Gabriel. I should go with you.”

Warda’s expression tightened almost imperceptibly. “Sorry Charlotte. My orders were clear: bring Olivia and Wendy only. That’s what I’m going to do.”

“Well, my orders came directly from Ramona and Phoebe,” I countered with a nervous smirk. “So I think I’ll tag along until we sort this out.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Warda said, her voice taking on an edge of authority that made me instinctively back up a step. “Please don’t make this difficult. I’m just doing what I was told.”

Olivia was fully dressed now, practically bouncing with anticipation. “I for one am thrilled to finally ditch the babysitter,” she said with a smirk. “No offense, Charlotte, but you’re not invited to the reunion party.”

Wendy finished buttoning her blouse. “We’ll be fine. It’s just across the building.”

I reluctantly stepped aside, still not liking any of this. As Warda turned to lead them out, she shifted her arms from behind her back to in front of her, not quite fast enough. I caught a glimpse of deep, raw cuts circling her wrists.

My blood went cold.

“See you later,” Wendy called as they filed out.

I waited three seconds after the door closed, then moved quickly to my cot. Heart hammering, I reached under the thin mattress and pulled out my VLF transmitter. I slipped it into my pocket and moved to the door.

I cracked it open just enough to see them turning the corner at the end of the corridor. Stepping into the hallway, I followed at a distance, keeping to the shadows where I could still hear their footsteps without being spotted.

I crept along the corridor, keeping my distance but making sure I didn’t lose them. The sound of their footsteps suddenly stopped, and I pressed myself against the wall, straining to hear.

“Dr. Smith?” Wendy’s voice carried down the hallway, sounding confused.

I inched closer, staying in the shadows of an alcove where I could hear but not be seen.

“Ladies, what a pleasure,” Smith’s voice oozed with false charm. “Especially you, Mrs. Ritter. I’ve been curious to see what all the fuss is about—the woman who’s had two men at each other’s throats.”

“What do you mean by th—” Wendy began, but her words cut off abruptly as a soft electronic beeping filled the silence. My stomach dropped.

“Any trouble?” Smith asked after a moment.

“Corbin seemed suspicious,” Warda replied, her voice now completely different, relaxed, casual, like she was chatting with an old friend. “Wanted to come along. I shut her down. She’s a tough one. I don’t think we should wait too long before doing something about her.”

“We’ll deal with her later,” Smith said dismissively. “Right now, Edward Barrett and his men are the priority.” A pause. “Warda, I need you to find Edward. Isolate him, and kill him. Quietly.”

My blood froze in my veins.

“Jesus... Funny how fine I am with that,” Warda said with a chuckle that made my skin crawl.

Fuck! Smith had unclaimed her and claimed her himself. The silence from Olivia and Wendy… They were being unclaimed right now.

A soft whimper echoed down the hall: Olivia, coming back to herself.

“You’re mine now,” Smith’s voice was firm, commanding.

The whimpering stopped instantly.

“And you as well,” he said, presumably to Wendy.

“So,” Wendy’s voice came next, playful and relaxed, “am I still going to have to bounce back and forth between owner and husband? Because that was getting exhausting.”

Smith chuckled. “Only long enough for us to get rid of Gabriel. Then you’ll be free of that particular complication.”

“What a relief,” Wendy replied, sounding genuinely pleased. “My husband and his best friend were driving me nuts. And from the looks of it I imagine you’re not going to stop us from serving your properly because of some stupid moral hang-ups?”

“I can assure you,” Smith said, his voice dropping lower, “I have no intention of refraining from enjoying what’s mine.”

I then heard a gasp from Wendy, and a chuckle from Smith.

“Are they to your liking? Gabriel never said it outright, but I know my tits are his favorite thing about me,” Wendy continued. “I’m also pretty good with my mouth, if you’d like me to demonstrate?”

Smith’s laughter echoed in the empty corridor. “Later,” he said, his voice tight with what sounded like arousal. “There’s more work to be done.”

I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound. How many women had Smith claimed already? I needed the get the fuck out of here. I was plan B, and plan A had just gone to shit. I needed to move, right now.

“Get moving,” Smith ordered Warda. “Time is critical.”

“Yes, sir,” Warda replied cheerfully.

“Wait,” Smith called, laughing. “I’m forgetting something. Give me the keys to the weapons locker. I’ll have Petra and Kaori gather what we need.”

“Miles might still be there monitoring the cameras,” Warda warned.

“Don’t worry about Reeves,” Smith said, his voice chillingly casual. “Kaori brought him a special drink earlier. Poor guy must have been very frustrated. She told me that the moment she batted her eyelashes at him, his dick started doing the thinking. He’s long gone by now.”

I pressed myself deeper into the alcove as footsteps approached. Warda was heading back my way while the others continued in the opposite direction. She passed within feet of my hiding spot, pulling out her radio.

“Edward, do you copy?” she called, her voice perfectly normal.

“I copy,” Edward’s voice crackled through the radio, sounding concerned. “Everything alright, Warda?”

“I’ve got a small issue,” she replied smoothly. “Nothing major, but I’d rather discuss it in person. Where are you right now?”

“On the rooftop,” he answered. “Having a drink.”

“I’ll be right there,” she said, clicking off the radio.

I watched her stride purposefully toward the staircase that led to the roof. I was about to make my escape, to sprint in the other direction, but the thought of Edward stopped me in my tracks. He had no idea. He was completely unaware. And if I didn’t warn him, he’d die up there. As soon as Warda was far enough ahead, I slipped out of my hiding place and followed, my hand clutching the VLF transmitter in my pocket.

I shadowed Warda up the stairs, keeping just enough distance that she wouldn’t hear my footsteps. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure it would give me away.

When Warda pushed through the door to the roof, I caught it before it closed completely, holding it open just a crack. The night air slipped through, cool against my face as I peered out.

“Edward,” Warda called out, her voice perfectly normal, like she wasn’t about to murder the man. “There you are.”

“What’s going on that’s so important you had to leave your post in the middle of the night?” Edward asked, his voice tense.

“Hey Warda,” Elaine’s voice drifted over, playful. “Want some mint syrup?”

“No thanks, Elaine,” Warda replied, tension creeping into her voice. “I didn’t expect company up here.”

Through the crack in the door, I could see them gathered around a small table. Edward and Cedric sitting across from each other, Elaine standing nearby. Warda stood a few feet from the door, her back to me.

“Edward, can we talk in private?” Warda asked, her hand drifting toward her holster. “Security matter. Sensitive.”

Edward frowned slightly. “Sure, I guess.” He stood up, nodding to Cedric. “Be right back.”

They started walking toward the door, toward me. Shit. I fumbled in my pocket for the VLF transmitter, my fingers trembling as I powered it on. The small screen lit up, and I quickly navigated to the unclaiming program. I had one shot at this.

As the door pushed open, I flattened myself against the wall. Edward stepped through first, followed by Warda. The moment she cleared the doorway, I lunged forward, pressing the transmitter against the back of her neck and hitting activate.

Warda froze mid-step, her entire body going rigid.

“What the fuck!” Edward spun around, gun already drawn and pointed at my face. “Corbin? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The commotion brought Cedric and Elaine rushing to the doorway, Elaine immediately positioning herself protectively near Edward, her eyes darting between me and the frozen Warda.

“Don’t shoot!” I kept the transmitter pressed against Warda’s neck, watching the progress bar on the screen. “Smith stole transmitters. He unclaimed her and then claimed her for himself. She was coming up here to kill you.”

“What?” Edward didn’t lower his weapon, but confusion flickered across his face.

“Smith’s staging a coup,” I said, the words tumbling out. “He’s already claimed Wendy and Olivia. He got Warda to give him the keys to the weapons locker. His women are gathering them right now. And one of your guys, Miles—” I swallowed hard. “I think Miles is dead. Smith said something about Kaori giving him a drugged drink and how he was long gone.”

“Miles is dead?” Edward repeated, his voice hollow with disbelief.

Cedric surged forward, his face contorted with rage. “That bastard has Olivia? And Wendy? I’m going down there—”

Edward grabbed Cedric’s arm with his free hand, still keeping his gun trained on me. “Hold on! If what she’s saying is true, they’re armed. We can’t just charge in there.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Cedric tried to wrench free. “That’s my daughter down there!”

“And you’ll be no good to her dead,” Edward snapped, tightening his grip.

The transmitter beeped, indicating the program had completed. I lowered it slowly, stepping back from Warda, who remained frozen, staring at nothing.

“Look,” I said, pointing to Warda. “If you don’t believe me, she’ll wake up in a minute. She’ll tell you herself.”

Edward’s eyes darted between me and Warda, his gun still raised.

After a moment, Warda blinked once, then again, her rigid posture beginning to soften.