Here we are with part 5. If by chance you've ended up here without reading parts 1, 2, 3, or 4, you can click on those highlighted numbers to get to them.

For this installment, I'm not going to explore the four types of mind control that I previously described but didn't illustrate. The reason I'm skipping them is because I feel like my gallery is chock full of examples already. Here are some of my favorites, in case you want to check them out:

Programmed: The Trigger

Aware But Helpless: The Girls with the Swirls and Lockdown

Brainwashed: The Good Parts of the Night

Mindless Obedience: Holiday Party

So, if not those tropes, what then will this particular primer cover?

Well, way back in part 1, Zachary007 requested that I do a piece on mind-controlling parasites. I said I'd think about it. And I did. And now, after a mere 3.5 years, I've written something for it. I'm not sure it will be what fans of brain slugs and what-not want or expect. But, hey, if I'm going to write creatively, I have to make it work for me. If it works for others, too (specifically Zachary in this case), then that's all the better.

Then, in part 2, Maurislave commented that I should include something about serial enslavement. I can't say I disagree with her. I do have a number of stories that show--or at least discuss--one brainwashed gal subsequently brainwashing another. But I figured it was time to write a ditty where daisy-chained mind control was the whole point.

All rambling, callbacks, and explanations are now concluded. Thanks for your continued support and readership. You can find my explorations of mind-controlling parasites and serial enslavement below.

Mind-Controlling Parasites

The two young women yelled and fought. But neither their vocalizations, nor their physical struggles did anything to help them.

They sat side by side in techno-industrial styled chairs, with their arms and raised legs held firmly in place by taut fabric bands.

Before them stood their captor. He shook his head and tutted disapprovingly at their piteous display.

"Ladies, ladies. Please. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, very soon I'm going to release you. But everything will be much easier--and quicker--if you just relax."

More so from having tired themselves out than from believing him, the women quieted.

"Yes, yes, much better. Thank you."

"What do you want with us?" asked Maire, who was as fiery as her long, Irish locks, and whose question all but dripped acid.

"We'll do whatever you say, just, please, let us go," said Krista, an olive-toned brunette with a pink streak in her hair, whose voice was soft and wavering from fear.

"As I said, I will let you go. Soon. As for what I want, let's get to it, shall we?"

The man turned around to a table placed just behind him. On the table sat a small, latched box. He put on latex gloves, unlatched the box, reached inside, and pulled something out. Then he turned back around.

In his hand he gently grasped a tiny animal the likes of which neither Maire, nor Krista had ever seen:

It looked not unlike a plump worm rolled in a fluorescent teal rug, with stubby, suckered appendages emanating from various points on its body and flailing wildly about.

Maire gasped at the sight of it, and Krista yelped nervously.

The man stepped forward to stand directly in front of Maire. With his free hand, he began removing first her shoes, then her socks. She protested loudly and profanely.

"Do as I say, and you will soon be free to go," he said again, leveling a stare of teacherly admonishment at her.

Maire choked back her words. He nodded and finished baring her feet.

And then, he placed the worm atop the toes of her right foot.

She screamed. And kicked. And screamed some more. Krista joined her. The man said nothing, merely watching the scene.

Maire's kicking, muted as it was by the tight restraints around her legs, did nothing to dislodge the worm. It began slithering all around her foot. And as both women continued shrieking, it crisscrossed its way back and forth between her toes, until finally it worked its way down to her exposed sole.

Once it reached the soft flesh of her arch, it flattened itself out. Its brightly hued flesh faded and morphed to match Maire's fair complexion. It quivered. And mewled. And then, like a stone into a sand dune, it sank wholly and completely into her foot.

In mid-scream, she stopped. Her mouth remained open, but no sound emerged. She trembled. She shook. Her eyes opened wide. Then clouded over. Then began drooping closed. She sighed. And smiled.

"You will do whatever I say," the man said.

"...I will do...whatever you say..." Maire said sleepily.

The man released a catch on her chair, causing the bands that had restrained her to loosen and then retract.

"Stand up."

Maire stood up.

"Walk over to the box, reach inside, and gently pick up the animal."

Maire did as she was told.

"Now, expose your friend's feet, and place the animal on her toes, just as I did with you."

"No! No, no, no! Maire, please, don't do it!" Krista screamed.

But, of course, Maire did it. A moment later, Krista's thrashing left foot hosted the second worm.

Not long after that, it absorbed into her soft, yielding flesh. Her kicks and screams ceased abruptly. She shook and made all the same faces that Maire had. And then, when she sighed contentedly as a result of her mind being suitably mushed, the man released her.

"Do you have other girl friends?" the man asked.

"...Yes...we have other girl friends..." Maire and Krista said, almost perfectly in sync.

"Good. Because I want more slaves. And I have a lot more of those things...."

Serial Enslavement

Beautiful, barefoot, bedazed Naz walked slowly but purposefully up to her friend.

"Naz! Hey! It's great to see you," Emily said.

Placing a hand on Emily's shoulder, Naz both pulled the girl closer and leaned in herself. Emily also leaned into what she presumed would be a hug.

But Naz didn't move her head to the side. Instead, she thrust her lips forward onto Emily's.

Shocked by this sudden occurrence, Emily tried to pull away. But she found that Naz had grasped both the back of her head and one of her breasts.

And then, as quickly as she had acted, Naz broke off the contact.

"What the hell, Naz! What was that all about? You can't just...you can't...y-you...ohhh..."

Naz supported her suddenly unsteady friend and spoke in a soft, commanding, monotone voice.

"Listen carefully: You must be barefoot. You must obey. You must do exactly as I say."

"...I must be barefoot...I must obey...I must do exactly as you say..."

With Naz assisting her in keeping her balance, Emily began shedding her shoes and socks. Once her feet were bare, Naz spoke again, giving her simple but definitive instructions. Emily repeated them word for word.

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"Hi, Emily! What a coincidence running into you here," Carlie said.

Her excitement at seeing her dear friend was genuine, although it lessened slightly when she noticed that Emily was barefoot.

She was about to question her friend's lack of footwear, when Emily thrust forward into her personal space.

Completely startled by and unprepared for the forced kiss and accompanying head and boob grab that immediately followed, Carlie offered no resistance to them.

"Um, well, that was different," she said when Emily pulled back. "Maybe ask for permission next, uh, next...t-time...w-what...w-w-whuhhh..."

"Listen carefully: You must be barefoot. You must obey. You must do exactly as I say."



"...I must be barefoot...I must obey...I must do exactly as you say..."



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"I gotta say, Carlie, barefoot is a bold choice. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're rocking it and all, but--hey! Mmph! Mmmmph!"



Carlie released Sadie and then helped steady her suddenly wobbly friend.



"Listen carefully: You must be barefoot. You must obey. You must do exactly as I say."



"...I must be barefoot...I must obey...I must do exactly as you say...."