Russell Twyce

Snippets of Mind controlling Stories

“The story is that you’re hurting me!”  Amy frantically pried at the hypnotist’s fingers: they were gripped just above her knee—as tightly as a mastiff’s jaws.  “My mind can’t control the pain.

“My mind control is gone from the story!”  Despite her screaming and pleading, Bernard’s cruel hand remained tightly clenched.  In the end of this mind controlling story, her leg would have five bruises of a deep mauve, each with a scarlet frown from a fingernail’s vicious story.

‘Ah’, he recalled his mind control hypnosis conversation with the now dead politician, “but that is another story’s plot. Tomorrow will be another story and it will be a mind control story with a happy ending – for me.  His mind control story quip was in reference to mind controlling situations he could influence to his gain.  That is my story and I’m sticking to it.

On the television, in the background of the news story, a flamboyant man was dancing an animated salsa, with an upraised fist.  “What is his story?” Bernard wondered and the mind controlling hypnotist finally relaxed his grip.

“It only hurts,” he offered the closest he would to an apology, “until the pain ebbs away.”  Stryker slapped the thigh he had so torturously squeezed.  If the sadistic hypnotist had mind controlled her again her pain would be gone.

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“This dramatically unforeseen culmination of my mind control story in Seattle,” the powerful mind control expert gamely grinned, while Amy hobbled away to tend her wounds, “is a final confirmation that I once again have some worthy enemies.  My mind control story will have a number of more stories of mind control.”

Nightclub Mind Control Turnabout

Short fiction by Russell Twyce

Darren stood forlornly in the corner of the busy nightclub. He sipped at his drink sparingly and watched the other people seeming to have fun. As his usual pastime in a night spot setting, his mind played with the notion of how great it would be if his mind could exert control over others. ‘I wouldn’t use my powers maliciously.’ He consoled his conscience. ‘I’d just use it to overcome my natural shyness.’

Shyness put it mildly: Darren couldn’t work up the never to even ask a cute waitress for a drink. One would have to ask him and then wait for him to stammer out his request in as few words as possible. So really, he couldn’t even manage to control his own mind but that didn’t deter his imagination from trying to control a girl’s mind.

‘Look over my way.’ He strained to project his mental energy to a girl in a tight little black dress. ‘I’m here looking at you and mentally willing you to see me.’ It didn’t work and the object of his mind control experiment just laughed while listening to conversation around her. Obviously, she was a popular young woman and those around her were somehow blocking his mind’s manipulations. ‘I’ll seek another prime target for my mind controlling attempts.’

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Darren’s eyes slowly scanned the plentiful females that a nightclub setting supplies. He spotted a sexy oriental woman, currently standing alone: he sent a mental probe. Then abruptly, his head cranked over to his right and his eyes locked onto a woman he hadn’t noticed before. She was curvy and pleasant looking in loose garb: quite unlike the flashiness that more slender women here aspired to. She was a girl that his eyes would’ve usually swept right by.

‘Would she be susceptible?’ Darren projected his controlling thoughts.

He started to move before his thoughts realized what he was up to. With purpose in his stride, Darren crossed the distance. Then acting on a compulsion from nowhere, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fully on the lips.

“I’m sorry.” He said in shock and embarrassment. “I don’t know what happened.”

“You think you might be able to control minds.” Barbara said. “That is where you fail. I know that I can exercise firm mind control, so I do it successfully.”

“So did you?” Darren mentally sent a request for her to tell him more, but suddenly forgot where his verbal query was headed, so he asked instead, “Would you like to dance?” Why had he done that? ‘I feel self-conscious and really uncomfortable on a nightclub dance floor.’

‘Certainly I want to dance.” Barbara said with a smile. “Did you suppose I’d waste some perfectly good mind controlling, just to prove I could control your mind?’

“Just for one song.” He said as they walked. Internally he was mentally sending a request for her to set him free. “Or maybe all of them until the nightclub closes and stops supplying music: then we can go wherever you choose and do what you want.”

Out on the floor, Darren’s body moved in slow circles while his brain wobbled on several axes, like a gyroscope missing a few spokes. ‘How do I know if my mind is controlling myself, or she is controlling my mind’s every thought? I’m enjoying a woman’s attentions but is that my mind thinking or her controlling that nice feeling.’ And mind control ability was no longer the blessing he had thought it before.

‘You’re my boy toy now.’ Barbara thought as she grabbed a double handful of his buns. ‘My showing you I can control your mind makes you utterly vulnerable to me.’

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[private_Chevron]When a mind is away trying unsuccessfully to control another mind, there’s no one left to guard the home mind from external control. The harder he tried, the firmer her mind control over him was.[/private_Chevron]