The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

04/24/2025 — Warda

The M1083 MTV bounced along the cracked asphalt, its diesel engine growling as we made our way through roads filled with abandoned cars. I sat across from Charlotte, watching her stare out the window with that hollow look she’d been carrying for days now. Poor girl looked like hell, and I couldn’t blame her. Funny thing was, I should have been the one looking like that.

Here I was, the one who’d been claimed three different times—first Edward, then that bastard Smith, then Cedric. I’d done things under Smith’s control that should’ve made me want to crawl into a hole and die. Hell, I’d been happy to do them at the time, eager to please that sick fuck, happy to try and kill my lover and betray humanity. But thanks to whatever magic Ramona and Phoebe worked into that freeing program, I could remember it all without feeling like it happened to me. Like watching a movie of someone else’s life, recognizing it was fucked up without the emotional baggage. Charlotte, though—she’d been free the whole time, immune from day one, and now she was the one falling apart. Had to bite down on Mallory’s cock to save us all, and she didn’t have the luxury of programmed amnesia to make it easier to live with.

I glanced around at the other soldiers in the truck. Major Vance was driving, jaw set tight as she navigated the broken roads. Behind her sat Sergeant Wood, a compact Asian woman who kept checking her rifle every few minutes like it might disappear. Corporal Santos was across from me, dark eyes constantly scanning the horizon through the canvas sides. The other three—Johnson, Williams, and Rodriguez—were younger, maybe early twenties, and they all had that same tense look of people trying not to think too hard about their situation.

These women were the unlucky ones. The handshake had been scrambled in their brains long before we managed to transmit the freeing program. When Holt and Mallory died, it unclaimed them, but it also left them vulnerable again. Any man who could get close enough could claim them now, though good luck to any bastard stupid enough to try it with these armed, pissed-off soldiers. Most of their unit had stayed back at Jim Creek, turning the facility into a fortress where they could defend themselves and use the resources to survive independently. These six had volunteered to escort us back to Echelon, partly to honor what we’d done, partly hoping Ramona and Phoebe might find a way to help them.

We’d originally planned to fly out from McChord Field, but that was too far and they’d lost contact with the airbase. The Cirrus we’d flown in on wasn’t big enough for everyone anyway. Roads were dangerous, but with military escort, it seemed like the best option.

Through the canvas flaps, I could see the familiar mountains and pine trees that meant we were getting close to Chantwell. Made my chest feel a little lighter, knowing we were almost home. I looked over at Gabriel and Cedric, who’d been taking turns sleeping and waking up every time we hit a pothole. Right now Gabriel was slumped against Cedric’s shoulder, mouth hanging open, while Cedric’s head lolled back against the truck’s frame. Every bump in the road would jolt one of them awake, they’d look around confused for a second, then drift right back off. Even Sergeant Chen was trying not to smile at the sight.

The last few days had shown us just how broken the world had become. Sure, women were free now, but everything else was falling apart. We’d driven through towns where the power was out, cell towers dead, internet gone except in a few lucky spots. Some places, people were fighting over food and supplies like animals. Other places, they’d banded together, trying to rebuild something decent from the wreckage.

But the biggest change was the women themselves. No more of that creepy, eager-to-please bullshit. They were standing up straight again, looking men in the eye, like equals. The men… most of them looked ashamed, like they were just starting to understand what they’d been part of. Some were angry too, pissed off about losing their free servants. Tough luck.

The truck hit another pothole, and this time both Gabriel and Cedric jerked awake at the same time, blinking around like confused owls before settling back into their awkward sleeping positions. Yeah, we’d saved the world, but we still had a long way to go before any of us could really rest easy.

I found myself thinking about Edward as the truck rumbled along, and it pissed me off how little I felt about his death. The guy had been my lover, my partner, someone I’d trusted with my life more times than I could count. When Smith’s people killed him, I was claimed and under that bastard’s control, so I didn’t get to process it properly. Now that the freeing program had wiped away all the trauma from being claimed, Edward’s death felt like nothing more than a fact—something that happened, filed away in my memory without any real emotional weight to it.

I tried to make myself feel bad about it, really tried. I missed the guy, sure. It hurt knowing I’d never see him again, never hear his gruff voice giving orders or feel his hands on me. But that was about it. Just a dull ache instead of the gut-wrenching grief I should’ve been feeling. Made me angry, like I’d been robbed of my right to properly mourn someone who’d meant something to me. But hell, I had to admit it was a small price to pay for what we’d accomplished. Better to feel nothing about Edward’s death than to still be Smith’s eager little puppet.

The familiar sight of pine trees and rocky outcroppings outside the window told me we were entering Echelon’s perimeter. I noticed right away that nobody was guarding the secured entrance—the checkpoint was empty, gates standing open. Good thing we were bringing actual soldiers with us. With all the chaos spreading across the country, Echelon couldn’t afford to fall now, not when they might be the only ones who could help the world get back on its feet.

The M1083 rolled to a stop in the parking lot near the glass front doors of the Atrium. Through the transparent walls, I could see a few women inside notice our arrival and start walking toward the entrance. Others were joining them.

“We’re here,” Charlotte said, reaching over to shake Gabriel and Cedric awake.

The two men blinked themselves back to consciousness, then looked at each other with obvious embarrassment when they realized how they’d been sleeping on each other. They chuckled awkwardly as they separated, and I could see there was still some tension between them from everything that had happened, but they were clearly working on it.

“Home sweet home,” Gabriel muttered, stretching his neck and looking out at the familiar building with excitement and, clearly, apprehension.

I stayed inside, not really in the mood to deal with a big reunion scene. Better to let the heroes take their bows first. The escorts got out slowly, remaining near the truck, clearly unsure what to do now. Charlotte remained inside too, arms crossed, looking thoughtful.

“Not joining them?” I asked her, trying to sound casual.

She shook her head. “Not in the mood to play the hero.”

I snorted. “You were the hero. You deserve the accolade.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I’d rather do without.”