The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Wendy

I stood at the peephole of our apartment door, one eye pressed against the small glass circle, watching the empty corridor with unwavering attention. My back ached from maintaining this position for—I glanced at my phone—nearly three hours now, but the discomfort barely registered. There was something oddly peaceful about this single-minded focus, this clear purpose that required nothing but patience and vigilance.

Gabriel wasn’t here. He was back with his team for the rest of the day, which meant I didn’t need to split my attention between caring for him and watching for Cedric. The simplicity was refreshing. When I tried to serve both men, everything became confusing, contradictory. This direct devotion to Cedric felt clean, uncomplicated. Right.

The corridor remained empty except for Dr. Mendez hurrying past with an armful of files, likely heading back to her team. I shifted my weight, stretching my legs without moving my eye from the peephole. Cedric had left this morning with Salvador and Miles to search for information about Olivia. The thought of his daughter in the hands of some unknown man made my stomach clench with worry. Not for her sake, but for Cedric’s.

Movement at the far end of the corridor snapped me to attention. My owner’s familiar figure appeared, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his pace slow. I pulled back from the peephole and opened the door, careful to keep my expression neutral despite the rush of joy I felt at seeing him.

“Hey,” I said casually, leaning against the doorframe rather than rushing to embrace him as every fiber of my being wanted to do. I’d learned quickly that my devotion made him uncomfortable. “Any news about Olivia?”

Cedric tensed slightly at the sight of me but didn’t turn away. His eyes were bloodshot, the lines around his mouth deeper than usual. “Got the fucker’s license plate,” he said, his voice rough with fatigue. “Harry showed us the security footage. This guy used Mary, Olivia’s best friend, as bait. He left with six women...”

My heart ached for him. “That’s good progress, though, right? The plate should help track him down.”

“Salvador tried his usual websites to run the plate, but they’re all down.” Cedric ran a hand over his face. “I may have another option but I don’t like it.”

I followed him, maintaining a respectful distance as we walked to his apartment. The bed was unmade, clothes scattered across the floor, evidence of a man too preoccupied to care about tidiness.

“We’re going to find her,” I said as he slumped onto the edge of his bed. “If we can save the world, we can save Olivia. Piece of cake.”

Cedric looked up at me, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks, Wendy.” His voice softened slightly. “I appreciate the optimism.”

I smiled, careful not to let my happiness at his approval show too plainly. “That’s what friends are for,” I said, deliberately using the word “friends”.

He nodded, then sighed heavily. “But even if we find her… what then? She’s already claimed. What are we supposed to do? Keep her locked up, tied to a bed until they find a way to free her? What if that takes months?” His voice cracked. “What if they never find a way?”

I sat beside him on the bed, leaving enough space between us to keep him at ease. “It would still be better than leaving her with someone who might hurt her,” I said firmly. “At least here, we could keep her safe until a solution is found.”

The concept of “freeing” claimed women still sent that uncomfortable ripple through me again, but I kept these thoughts to myself.

Cedric leaned back against the wall, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. “We ran into Sheriff Murphy while we were in town. From what we could tell, he’s pretty much taken over Chantwell. Got his deputy, Alexandra something, parading around topless beside him like some kind of trophy.”

“That’s horrible,” I said automatically, though I felt no genuine shock at the revelation. It seemed perfectly natural that a claimed woman would dress however her owner preferred. Still, I recognized that the old me would have been outraged, so I manufactured the appropriate response.

“Yeah,” Cedric sighed, rubbing his temples. “Thing is, he might be able to help track down that plate number. But he’ll want something in exchange, and I doubt it’ll be cheap.” He stood up and paced the small room. “Salvador and Miles are meeting with Edward right now. They’ll report to Gabriel and the others after. I’m waiting for their approval before approaching Murphy, see if Echelon can spare something he’d value.” His jaw tightened. “If they refuse, which I’d understand, I’ll go see him myself, try to make some kind of deal.”

“I could come with you,” I offered immediately, seeing an opportunity to be useful. When he frowned, I quickly added, “I’m safe. I can’t be claimed again. I could help negotiate.”

“That’s not the point, Wendy.” His voice was sharp with concern. “It’s chaos out there. The town’s practically a ghost town with armed factions staking out territory. You can’t be claimed again, but you could get shot or worse.” He shook his head firmly. “No. I’m not risking that.”

I nodded, accepting his decision despite the frustration bubbling inside me. Why wouldn’t he let me help him? Why did he keep pushing me away when I could make things so much easier for him? I could see it in his eyes sometimes: the love he tried to hide, the desire he suppressed. Things would be so much simpler if he just accepted what we now were to each other.

I shifted my position slightly, uncrossing my legs and straightening my back in a subtle movement that accentuated my curves without being obvious about it. He was standing in the way of his own happiness, but all I could do was gently nudge him in the right direction.

“How are you doing, anyway?” Cedric asked, clearly changing the subject. “With… everything.”

“It’s been difficult with Gabriel,” I admitted, feeling a flush of shame that I hadn’t been able to be the wife Cedric wanted me to be. “He knows me too well. He could tell my heart wasn’t in it, and he told me to drop the act.”

Cedric’s expression shifted, frustration mingling with something that looked almost like horror. “Do you really feel nothing for him anymore? He’s your husband, Wendy.”

“I do feel something,” I said quickly. “Of course I do. But all I can think about is what you want from me, and that’s what feels right.” Seeing his frustration deepen, I hurried on. “I’m still there for him, just… not as his old wife. He doesn’t want me to pretend, and honestly, I can’t be that person anymore. But I’m taking care of him, fetching things for him, letting him use me for sex, doing whatever relaxes him.”

Cedric stared at me, his brow furrowed. “Wait, back up. You just said he told you to drop the act. He’s still having sex with you? Even knowing you’re not… into it?”

I shrugged, not understanding his concern. “I don’t mind, honestly. It’s just sexual relief, and he wants it. He doesn’t see me as his wife anymore, but he seems content to use me as a—” I hesitated, then used Gabriel’s own words, “—as a fucktoy, as he’s called me a few times. He just uses me when he’s sexually frustrated. Tells me to shut up and be available.” I smiled reassuringly. “He probably needs the outlet with everything he’s going through.”

Cedric’s face had gone pale, his expression one of undisguised horror.