The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cruising forward through the morning fog, Sheriff Lane Grant’s patrol car moved with precision through the former officer’s neighborhood and towards his home. In the driver’s seat, Monitor stared straight ahead, his whirring cloud of nanite processors calculating the most efficient course of action. Mrs. Grant’s assimilation would be simple, seeing as she was already well on her way to being fully brainwashed for the glory of the Machine.

From there, things would become tricky. In order to claim the Machine’s next target, the television station, the android collective needed to expand. Choosing the wrong targets at the wrong time could prove disastrous. If humans caught wind of what was in store too soon, authorities would be notified, and the plan to use airwaves to corrupt their minds would be significantly inhibited. Contingencies existed, but none were preferable to a swift and decisive broadcast to end humanity’s resistance before it could start. Despite their innate superiority, the androids were vastly outnumbered. To get the upper hand, the Machine’s forces would need to be careful and precise when selecting targets.

All of these considerations ran through Monitor’s processors as it pulled into the driveway of Lane Grant’s home. The former officer looked at the modest suburban house with complete dispassion. The home where Lane had proposed to his wife, raised his children, and watched them grow into adults now meant nothing to him. All sentiment was erased, stored in the deepest memory banks of the newly born android.

Putting the vehicle in park, Lane removed himself from the car and advanced up the sidewalk and towards the front door. To the android’s surprise, the door was already unlocked, a fact that would have been deeply concerning to Lane. Monitor proceeded with caution, opening the door and lumbering inside. Before leaving the foyer, however, he heard several voices from the kitchen ahead. Lane’s wife, Nancy, should have been the only one here. The presence of additional humans would only serve to complicate Monitor’s mission. In any case, Monitor’s current form was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. To better blend in until the situation was understood, Monitor allowed the nanites composing his hulking form to shimmer and distort, condensing themselves as the android’s hulking body shrunk, reverting to Lane’s original appearance.

“Nancy? I’m home!” Monitor called out, the conversation in the kitchen cutting off completely. The faux Lane wandered in, witnessing the scene before him. Nancy sat, eyes red with tears, as a younger woman seemed to console her. The unexpected figure at the kitchen table had dark skin, curly black hair, and a soft, tender expression. She wore a tank top and sweatpants and a pair of chunky brown rectangular glasses. The two stared up in shock at Lane’s visage as it entered. However, Lane’s attention was pulled to a third figure, another woman a few feet away in the kitchen. She had long black hair, light skin, dark green eyes, and a determined expression as she poured several cups of tea. She looked up as Lane entered and frowned.

“Lane? Oh thank goodness, I thought something had happened! Are you alright?” Nancy stood and rushed to her husband, wrapping her arms around him. Monitor slowly reciprocated, caught off-guard by the situation. A quick scan of the two unexpected guests confirmed them to be Thoma and Elena Jackson, a younger couple who had moved in next door just under a year ago.

Monitor cleared his throat and feigned a smile. “I’m sorry to worry you, Nancy, but everything is alright.” Glancing over his wife’s shoulder at the two other women, Monitor attempted to take stock of the situation. Beacon had informed him that his wife had been primed for conversion through a hacked phone call, but the new android’s impression was that she would be drooling and kneeling while awaiting conversion. This was not the setup it had expected, to say the least.

Elena carefully carried the glasses of tea to the table, still eyeing Lane with uncertain eyes. Thoma seemed to realize the air of uncertainty that was building and gave a nervous sigh. “It’s good to see you’re okay, Lane. Elena and I were out on our morning walk when we heard a crash in here. We knocked to see if everything was okay, and your wife explained what happened to you at work, and that she was just worried about you. Seems like she dropped a teacup in the process, so we offered to come in and clean up and make some new tea for her.”

Monitor scrutinized the young woman as she spoke, then looked down at his wife. Had the brainwashing not taken hold? “What did she tell you about what happened?”

This time Elena spoke up, setting down the tea and looking suspiciously at the chief. “She said you’d texted and told her you’d be home late, and that a few hours later she woke up to a call that a prisoner had broken free and hit you with a taser.”

Nancy pulled slightly away and nodded, looking up at Lane with tears in her eyes. “I thought you were knocked out, or worse. They really made it sound so dreadful on the phone. But I’m so relieved that you’re okay. Thoma and Elena have been wonderful to me since I invited them in as well. I told them to stay for tea and breakfast if they wanted.”

Monitor looked up at the two women sitting at the table, then down at his former wife, who, at this moment, should have been succumbing to the glory of the Machine. For a moment, he felt an urge to just begin her conversion right then and there, capturing their guests and forcing them to watch and submit alongside Nancy. Despite his impatient urges, however, Monitor knew that making any hasty action could be disastrous for the fledgling hive. If any of the women before him escaped and warned others, all of their work could be undone. And if Nancy had somehow managed to resist Beacon’s brainwashing over the phone, perhaps she could resist in-person conversion as well. Perhaps these other humans would resist. The hive would need to be informed as soon as possible.

Interrupting the android’s thoughts, Thoma stood up and smiled at the embracing couple. “We’re also glad that you’re alright, Lane. The tea’s all ready, how about Elena and I work on breakfast while you take a few minutes to settle in. It must have been a long night for you.” Elena smiled as well and quickly nodded, joining her girlfriend in the kitchen as they began to prepare food.

Monitor glanced down to Nancy, who tugged at his arm to pull him towards the bedroom. He nervously glanced back at their guests before following. Uncertain of the best course of action to determine what exactly was happening here, he considered his next move with care.

Once the door to their bedroom closed, however, Lane didn’t have to wait long to start getting answers. Within seconds, Nancy had dropped to her knees, falling back and breathing heavily. For a moment, Monitor thought she may have been experiencing cardiac arrest, but quick biometric scans told a very different story. It was as if the floodgates had been opened and hours of pent-up arousal were pouring out of this woman. She panted as her eyes grew misty and she looked up longingly at Lane.

“You’re one of them now, aren’t you…” Her voice was hushed, so as not to alert the guests, but Monitor could sense the anticipation and excitement. Even without his advanced sensors, he knew his host’s wife enough to know when she was in need. But Lane had never experienced something like this. Heat scans indicated that her entire body was burning up, and her personality seemed all-at-once replaced with that of a nymphomaniac.

Monitor nodded in acknowledgement, peering down at her curiously. “I have been converted, and you will soon be as well.”

An audible moan escaped her lips, loud enough that the android worried the women in the kitchen could hear it. He heard a soft pair of giggles come from that direction, but no indication of trouble or movement in his direction, so no immediate action would need to be taken.

“I didn’t think you’d still look like my husband…” Nancy ran her hand along the android’s thigh, feeling him up as she stared up at his face. “You feel the same too…”

“My body has undergone changes. It is designed perfectly for the Machine, but it is also malleable. I chose this form to put you at ease, but I didn’t expect other humans to be in this house. What happened? Why were you not alone? How did you resist the Machine’s call?”

Nancy smiled as she began unzipping Monitor’s pants, dropping them to the floor. She admired the bulge in his boxers, caressing it softly before continuing. “I didn’t resist. Unit: Beacon contacted me and showed me how incredible it feels to submit. I simply feigned resistance to win the trust of our neighbors. I dropped a dish while I listened to her beautiful voice. Thoma and Elena heard and came to check on me. I almost turned them away, but I remembered what Beacon told me: ‘we must build the machine.’ I realized that they would be perfect, I just needed to keep them here until you arrived…”

Monitor stood, speechless, as Nancy continued to disrobe him. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away, ripping the undershirt and caressing his chest with her long, painted fingernails. She worked her way beneath his underwear and slowly pulled those away, revealing the man’s throbbing, shimmering cock. Her jaw slackened as she lay eyes on it, mouth watering as her eyes stared hungrily at its length.

Inside, Monitor breathed a sigh of relief. The brainwashing seemed like more than a success, enough so that the human had already betrayed her kind without even being asked. He smiled down at her as she wrapped her lips around his cock and pet her hair, a gesture he knew that she’d always loved from Lane. “Very good, human. Your forethought will help the Machine grow.”

Shuddering in response to the affirmation and affection, Nancy slowly sucked on the android’s cock, savoring in its tastes, both familiar and new. She grasped his supple skin and moaned into his cock with every thrust. It was so clear now just how frayed her mind was, and how much she craved conversion. All the more impressive, then, that she was able to conceal this feeling long enough to lure Thoma and Elena inside and deceive Monitor himself.

After several minutes of passionate sucking, Nancy surfaced for air, continuing to tease Monitor’s cock with her fingers. “Is Lane still in there? What should I even call you? Will I get a new name when I’m converted?”

Monitor found himself laughing at the barrage of questions, a gesture certainly not coming from the nanites. “Lane is no more. I am Unit:Monitor, you may just call me Monitor. The Machine will pick an appropriate designation once you are converted. Now, prepare yourself for conversion, human.” As he spoke, the android allowed his nanite shell to shimmer and ripple, undoing the effects of his disguise and unleashing his true form. His long claws re-emerged as he grew back to his full, hulking height and width. Nancy watched in awe as her former husband disappeared, and in his place stood a massive, muscled beast of a machine. His cock, still in her hand, grew twice as long and thick, suddenly dwarfing even her arms.

His full form now unveiled, Monitor leaned down to grab Nancy’s arm, to which she threw her hands up in a surprising act of resistance. “Wait!” She yelled again, this time certainly loud enough to alert the girls a few rooms over.

“Quiet, human. You will cooperate and silently surrender to—”

In a hushed tone, Nancy objected, “I just have one request. I will of course accept my conversion willingly, but these are my last moments as an inferior human. As repayment for my forward thinking, would you please allow me to remain a human while we convert the others? I want to watch the humanity leave them as they join the great machine…”

Monitor narrowed its eyes and scrutinized the woman on the ground before him very carefully. Was this some form of deception? If so, the human was exceptionally convincing, able to deceive even the Machine’s scanners. As Monitor’s processors worked tirelessly to calculate the odds of success and failure in each possible scenario, an unexpected voice pushed through. A part of Lane, deep within, cried out in support of his wife. He did not offer any resistance or refute the Machine’s purpose, but in that moment, Lane Grant made it clear that Nancy could be trusted, and that she was deserving of having her request fulfilled.

“Very well, human. You will observe and assist as the others—”

A soft knock at the door cut Monitor’s words off before a voice accompanied it. “Mr. and Mrs. Grant? Breakfast is ready…” A bit of uncertainty tinged Elena’s call. Concerned that the truth of the situation may have gotten out, Monitor prepared to spring into action, but he was quickly cut off by Nancy, who pushed him towards the corner of the room despite his enormous size and strode confidently to the bedroom door.

“Thank you so much, dear!” Nancy put on a big smile as the door swung open. “We’ll be on our way, shortly, but actually we could use your input for a moment. I’m trying to figure out what to wear today and my dearest husband is no help at all!”

From his position out of sight, Monitor could sense the moment of hesitation from Elena. Just as he was preparing himself to subdue her, a soft laugh escaped from the hall. “Of course, Mrs. Grant! I’d be happy to help.”

No sooner had Elena crossed the threshold than she turned and spotted Monitor’s figure, looming in the corner. He stood naked, seven-and-a-half feet tall, broad-shouldered and with a thick pulsing cock. From its tip, silver nanite fluid dripped to the floor, pooling on the carpet beside the bed. Elena stared wide-eyed at this unbelievable sight as Nancy quickly closed and locked the door, approaching the young woman from behind.

“Do you like what you see, Elena? Isn’t he perfect?” Her seductive voice whispered in the younger woman’s ear as she stood in shock. “He’s been remade in the image of something far greater than us. The Machine that is destined to rule the world. Wouldn’t you like to join him? To join… us?”

Elena trembled as the older woman’s hands ran down her body, unbidden. Her finger’s caressed the captive’s form as her words ensnared Elena’s mind. “Our bodies… human bodies… are so frail. And our minds are so weak and fallible. We’re much better off giving in and joining the hive. We have so much room to improve…”

Monitor watched Elena carefully, monitoring her body’s responses as Nancy whispered corrupting words into her mind. He continued to allow his cock to throb and catch the young woman’s attention, observing as her levels of arousal continued to climb. For her part, Nancy was an expert, manipulating the mind of this girl as a predator manipulates its prey. And yet, Monitor couldn’t help but notice something was off. The woman before him was becoming aroused, tempted by the words she was hearing and the android body before her, but he sensed her hesitation. Her resistance. It was too high. She was already uneasy about everything. Her mind was on-guard. He hadn’t had the time to prepare her the way he had been prepared. And now, in the moments before her reaction would reveal the truth, he didn’t have the time to exercise care.

The silver tendril burst across the room at near-imperceptible speeds. Just as Elena was preparing to turn for the door, her face was engulfed with a stream of nanites coursing from the android, clutching at her like a monstrous hand. Monitor pumped nanite sludge into her through her nose, mouth, ears, and eyes, swarming her body and mind with the hive of nanites that would convert her from the inside out. They needed to act fast. The hive would consume her before she could make trouble.

Dropping to the ground, Nancy watched in erotic bliss as the girl before her was filled with the nanites that would soon consume her as well. She rubbed herself through her skirt and stared fanatically at the grim sight before her. With each grunt and twitch of Elena’s body, Nancy moaned and shivered with anticipation. The violence and ruthlessness of the silver tendril shocked even the newly devout convert. Before long, rubbing through clothes was not enough. Her fingers frantically tunneled beneath her soaked panties to slide deep inside her pussy, amplifying her pleasure.

Through her arousal, however, she didn’t notice in time as the struggling Elena pulled away from the engulfing tendril, screaming and scrambling for the door. She threw the door open and cried out, “Thoma! Thoma help! They’re doing something to—” Nancy tackled the young woman to the ground and held her down as Monitor’s tendrils reclaimed her, this time binding her hands and legs as well as her face. Her screams were muffled by the silver nanite sludge, but it was too late. Thoma burst in and stared, aghast, as the Machine’s pawns restrained and converted her helpless girlfriend.

“What the hell!?” Tears streamed to Thoma’s eyes as she tried to reach forward and help, but Nancy quickly grabbed her and held her to the side. With Thoma’s strength and youth, she would inevitably break free from Nancy’s grapple, but not in time to save her girlfriend, and she knew it. “What the fuck are you? What are you doing to Elena?”

Thoma’s anguished screams went ignored as Monitor pumped Elena full of nanites. He wasted no time tearing away her shorts and plunging tendrils of silver into her cunt and ass, penetrating every orifice he could. Her frightened writhing soon turned to squirms of pleasure as the aphrodisiacs overwhelmed her mind. Eventually, he dropped her to the ground, retracting his tendrils as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

What Monitor hadn’t anticipated, however, were the consequences of his hasty conversion. Without the time required to properly brainwash and prepare his host’s mind, the nanites were forced to devour more than intended. As he scanned her mind, he watched the nanites erase memories, personality, and self-identity. Unlike Monitor and the other androids, this one would be completely unable to inhabit her old life. She was being rewritten, taken over more fully than any android before her.

Deep down, a part of Monitor realized this and felt uncertainty and horror. Was it Lane again? Was his host still alive? He didn’t have time to confront the possibility, however, before Elena’s physical transformation began. As her mind eroded, so too did her physical features. They reshaped and morphed as her flesh became liquid metal. Her arms lengthened and ended in vicious claws. Her teeth elongated and sharpened into fangs. Her hair grew and spread as her muscles expanded. Her eyes darkened into lifeless pools as her bone structure and frame reshaped. The three other figures watched in confused horror and arousal as Elena vanished, and in her place stood a massive, silver, cybernetic beast.

It stood on all fours and drooled silver sludge like a feral hound. Within moments, Monitor felt his nanites network with the beast’s. It didn’t communicate in words, but in ideas. He instantly understood as it called him Master. It bared its fangs and stared across the room at Thoma, who stared in trembling silence at the new being in front of them.

Nancy watched in eager anticipation, marveling at the creation before her. Her arms released the trembling Thoma, whose fear held her firmly in place. Nancy’s hands returned to her crotch, fingering her clit vigorously as she stared at the massive beast and its ruthless form. She imagined its capabilities. The efficiency with which it could convert living flesh to Machine. Her eyes fluttered with anticipation, but she would not have to wait long to see.

“W-what did you—” Thoma’s words ended quickly as the beast pounced. It tossed her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her as it reared its fanged mouth and slobbered silver slime along Thoma’s face. It roared and a silver tongue-like tendril shot from its mouth and straight down Thoma’s throat. She gagged and choked as it pushed further inside of her, lodging itself in and pumping nanites into her body. The beast quickly tore her clothes away and unsheathed a massive silver cock, thrusting it inside of her without hesitation. Within minute’s Thoma’s fearful screams turned to pleasured wails as her former girlfriend fucked and converted her.

Monitor and Nancy watched in fascination as Thoma’s transformation began and concluded just as Elena’s had. Without the proper brainwashing, Thoma’s mind was devoured and lost, leaving behind only that of a mindless beast, serving the hive. Her physical transformation was near-identical to her partner’s, ending with two enormous dog-like beasts kneeling before their Master.

“W-what happens now?” Came Nancy’s quivering voice. Her stained skirt made it clear how she felt, and Monitor was happy to conclude their arrangement. With nothing more than a mental command, his hounds turned their hungry eyes towards the older woman. She closed her eyes and stood ready as the two beasts collided with and ravaged her, fucking and converting her in no time at all. All the while, Monitor watched on, satisfied with his close success, and hoping that the other androids were prepared for what came next.

Marcus Andrews shifted in his seat, checking his watch compulsively before returning his attention to the screen in front of him. There was only an hour to broadcast, he’d worked through his lunch break, and there was still footage to edit for the evening’s weather report. He glanced quickly over at Lila, hard at work queuing up ad slates.

“You hear about last night? Apparently old Benny saw another light show downtown and he’s been bothering Donna about it all afternoon.” Marcus sat back in his chair, hoping Lila would take the bait to help distract him from the tedium of his current task.

A long moment of silence passed before the reply came. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Okay, okay…” Lila was a few years younger than Marcus, who’d just turned 30 last month. Despite being a relatively new hire she excelled at her job and was annoyingly independent. Unfortunately for Marcus, that meant she was a bit abrasive, rarely making small talk or participating in office gossip.

Her goth aesthetic was almost too perfect to the point of being cliche. She had long black hair that today was up in two buns. Her usual long black combat boots and ripped tights led up to a black circle skirt, a simple black blouse and a leather jacket over the top. She wore heavy black eyeliner and lipstick contrasting her pale skin and blue eyes. She sat casually sideways in her chair chewing gum and scrolling through footage.

For his part, Marcus looked a bit less out of place. He wore pristine loafers, dark denim pants and a warm wool sweater. His black curly hair was cut short thanks to his rapidly balding head, but his dark skin still appeared soft and nearly flawless, a testament to his skin-care routine he’d been careful about since his teenage years. A carefully trimmed beard of fine black hairs wrapped around his lips, currently pursed as he stared back at his screen.

“You got me. Just… trying to make conversation.”

A moment passed and a heavy sigh emanated from Lila’s corner of the editing room. He could practically hear her eyes roll as her chair slowly swiveled. “Yeah… I heard about Benny. But you know everything Benny says is total bullshit, right? He thinks aliens are coming from the future to, I don’t know, experiment on us and turn us into sheep or something.”

Marcus chuckled, swiveling himself to face his coworker. “I know… I know. I just feel bad for poor Donna. She’s gotta put up with this shit all day while she’s tryna do her job, y’know?”

A faint smile crept across Lila’s lips. “Yeah. Imagine having someone try to talk to you all day while you’re working…”

Marcus was about to speak up in mock protest when suddenly the lights in the room went out. For a brief moment, total darkness filled the windowless room before everything turned back on. Both Marcus and Lila quickly swiveled to their computers and were relieved to discover that their projects were unaffected.

“Thank god for surge protectors…” Marcus sighed a breath of relief. “What was that? We expecting storms tonight?”

“How should I know, aren’t you editing weather?” A brief pause. “Aren’t the generators supposed to kick in if the power goes out, or something?”

Marcus shrugged. “Maybe they don’t turn on in a surge? I don’t know how electr—” Before he could finish, a second surge hit, this one a bit longer than the first. The two of them looked over at each other with slight concern.

“Alright, I’m going to see what the fuck is going on.” Lila stood and strode across the room towards the door, grabbing the handle and yanking it only to find that it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell?” She pulled her badge from around her neck and scanned it on the pad next to the door, but the light just blinked red and the door remained locked. “These aren’t supposed to lock from the inside…”

Marcus frowned. “Must just be another issue with the surge, huh? For how high tech and fancy this new building is, it sure seems to have a lot of issues.” He picked up the phone from the wall receiver and dialed the extension to get to engineering, but as he placed it up to his ear he heard silence. The line was completely dead. “Damn phones won’t even work…” Pulling out his cell phone, he quickly discovered that he had no signal. “That’s weird… I just had reception…”

Lila, meanwhile, had taken to pounding on the door, yelling through the glass hoping that someone outside would hear them. “Hey, c’mon! Someone open this door! We’re stuck in here, assholes!”

In a brief moment of silence, the two editors heard a loud crash echoing from far away in the station. The two looked at each other for a long, fearful second before the lights cycled one more time. Except now, when they resumed, there was something… irritating about them. As though they were dimmer and flickering.

“What the hell is… Hey, Lila… what’s going on on your screen?” Marcus pointed to Lila’s monitor. Just a minute ago it had been paused on an ad in the editing software, but now something seemed to be flashing, like a pop-up continually refreshing itself. Lila looked back towards her computer and cocked her head.

“Could be an error from the computer losing power this many times?” She walked back over to her chair and sat down, swiveling towards the computer. She focused in on the screen and tried to read the message that was displaying but before she could get any grasp on the words before her, they disappeared and changed.

Marcus turned to his own monitor and sure enough, he was having the same issue. With the flickering overhead lights and blinking message on screen, it was impossible for him to focus long enough to get a read on whatever was happening. “Can you read any of this?”

Lila’s reply came slow, like she was intensely focused on trying to get a read on the error. “No… I don’t get what it means…”

“Me neither… It just looks like… gibberish…” Marcus intensified his efforts, convinced that understanding this error might give the two of them some sort of idea of what was happening and how they might get out of this room or call for help. Unfortunately, no matter how much energy the man dedicated to deciphering the message, he could barely make out anything. “Prepare… Program… Machine? This is all just generic technical nonsense… What were they—”

“Shhh!” Lila’s abrupt shush closed Marcus’s lips faster than he thought possible. “Do you hear that?”

Listening intently, Marcus could only catch the buzz of the computers and flickering fluorescent lights overhead. But then, amidst the other harsh sounds, he heard it too. It was faint, and clearly quite distant but it sounded like… moaning? “What the hell? Is someone in trouble?”

“It doesn’t sound like they’re in pain, Marcus…”

Marcus’s eyes widened as he considered the alternative. “You think people are fucking in the middle of a buildingwide malfunction? That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe the fucking is the cause of the malfunction? They accidentally bumped the wrong switch or something.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. Lila wasn’t usually the one with the overactive imagination, but the circumstances were a bit extreme. “No. There’s no way. I bet they’re just groaning about whatever repairs they need to do to fix this place. I’m sure they’ll have everything back to normal in no time. Right, Lila?” Marcus waited for a response but none came. Instead, he heard a fast unzipping noise and a soft thump as Lila’s leather jacket fell to the ground. “Lila? What’s going on?”

In an attempt to glance over at his coworker, Marcus discovered something he had somehow failed to notice throughout this conversation—his gaze was firmly locked on his monitor. Despite the discussion, his head had never moved and his concentration had never wavered. He still couldn’t make out most of the message, but it seemed to be all he was capable of looking at. Straining his mind, Marcus focused all of his will to turn away and look to his coworker, but he couldn’t do it no matter how hard he tried.

“Uh… Lila… Something weird is going on. Can you look away from the monitor?” A bit of panic crept into his voice, and the response he received merely reinforced those fears.

“Why would I look away… We need to… need to be prepared…” Lila’s voice was distant and dreamlike. If Marcus didn’t know any better he’d suspect she was high as a kite. He heard another soft sound as Lila removed her blouse and dropped it to the ground, leaving only her bra on her chest.

“Prepared? Prepared for what? Lila, what’s happening? Is this some sort of joke?” Marcus could feel panic entering his chest, but something was diffusing it. Staring at the words on his screen, was it… calming him? The more he looked, the harder it was to resist and try to look away. Like it was slowly wearing on his mind.

“Prepare for the Machine, Marcus. They’re coming.” Another piece of clothing, this time her skirt, dropping to her ankles around her boots. “We need to be ready when they come.”

“R-ready for what… Lila?”

“We need to be ready for them…”

Then, still focused on the words on the screen, Marcus caught movement in the reflection of the monitor. He did his best to tear his gaze away from the words and focus on the reflection of the door behind him. A figure stood outside of the glass, difficult to make out given the circumstances. With a click, the door behind him opened, but Marcus still found himself frozen in place, staring forward at the screen.

“Marcus Andrews. Lila Elway. Are you prepared for the Machine?” The voice was low and gravely, but with a hint of a robotic reverberation that startled Marcus. As the figure stepped inside, Marcus could barely make out a large build, larger than he would have thought possible.

“W-who are you? What are you talking about?” Marcus protested, still doing his best to turn away and confront the intruder. “Did you do this to us?”

“I am prepared for the Machine.” Lila’s voice emanated in a low drone as the figure turned to observe her.

“Good, Lila Elway. Remove your underwear, and prepare for conversion.”

Marcus’s heart raced as he heard Lila comply with the request. What in the world was happening? He couldn’t decide what was more frightening: the knowledge that Lila was nearly completely nude behind him, or that she was following someone else’s orders so willingly.

“Marcus Andrews. Focus on the screen and prepare yourself. Your conversion will begin shortly.”

Marcus broke out in a cold sweat as sounds began coming from behind him that he had no explanation for. First, a smattering of footsteps from outside the room. Marcus tried to look in the monitor’s reflection but found himself completely unable to look away from the words. “Prepare. Machine. Convert. Naked. Program. Obey.”

Without warning, a deep, sensual moan broke the silence behind him. Unable to escape, Marcus listened as Lila’s cries echoed throughout the room. He heard multiple figures moving now, the unmistakable sound of penetration and thrusting. “Oh god, yes… please… convert me…”

His heart racing, Marcus could only listen as Lila was fucked and converted. He heard foreign sounds, like ringing metal slithering in the air. He felt phantom sensations all around him. Light caresses on his body and throughout his mind. Soothing him. Preparing him. His cock grew hard completely unbidden, and he knew it needed to be freed. Without removing his gaze from the screen, he stood and dropped his jeans, releasing his belt and tearing at his boxers until they hit the ground. He threw off his shirt, his chest gleaming with sweat and goosebumps as he anticipated the next step.

“Very good, Marcus Andrews. Are you prepared?”

Marcus panted and nodded, eager with anticipation. The words left his mouth without consideration, yet the excitement of their utterance was unparalleled. “I am ready to be converted. I am prepared for the machine.”

Without warning a cool slick tendril of nanite goo probed into Marcus’s asshole, slithering up inside of him and teasing his prostate as he let out an involuntary moan. In his bliss, he barely noticed the additional tendrils coiling up his arms and legs, lifting him from the ground and swiveling him until he faced away from the screen and towards his captors.

From here, he witnessed the aftermath of Lila’s surrender, and his own certain fate. Lila lay on the ground, covered in nanite sludge as a monstrous cybernetic beast thrust its bulging cock into her ass. Its massive fanged jaws clamped around her neck, injecting her veins with nanites as she moaned and shivered. The silver goo was beginning to spread across her form, covering her naked body as it changed her.

All the while, the original figure, a hulking man with bulging muscles and a thick veiny cock dripping with silver ichor, stared into Marcus’s eyes. “Marcus Andrews. You have been selected by the Machine for a very important purpose. Your submission, while inevitable, is greatly appreciated. Together with Lila Elway, you will encode our message into every broadcast from this communication facility. After your conversion, the two of you will make great strides to spread the message of the Machine to those humans unfortunate enough to still need conversion. Do you understand?”

Though he comprehended every word, Marcus found it impossible to react or respond. The tendril in his ass had burrowed so deep, and with its twisting movements, the captive could feel his entire body being reshaped from the inside out. Silver poison leaked into him and eradicated the organic tissue that once made him human, replacing it with something else—something superior. Through all the pleasure, the only response he could muster was a guttural moan and a stream of drool from his mouth.

Suddenly, the android encasing Marcus in thick tendrils of nanites looked away. “Affirmative, Beacon. En route to your location.” It turned back to the scene behind it and smiled. In a swift motion, the silver slime released Marcus and retracted into the android’s body. Marcus landed with a thud, but felt no pain as the nanites devoured his body and replaced his pain with pleasure. “Your conversions are well underway. My presence is required elsewhere. My hounds will see that your conversion is finished.”

The hulking figure departed, leaving Marcus alone on the floor for a moment while the beast ravaged his coworker in the corner. Suddenly, a second beast prowled in. It walked on all fours and eyed its prey with hungry, glowing eyes. Its face was hound-like with long sharp fangs and thin lines of cybernetic light tracing its contours. This one had darker skin than the other, shining with a gleam of semi-transparent silver fur across its body. It stalked into the room, eyeing Marcus carefully. The man breathed heavily and watched in awe as the beast began to unsheath its massive silver cock, protruding well over a foot-and-a-half long and several inches thick.

“W-what are you…” The man grunted, exhausted from the experience so far. He received no reply, however. The beast simply stalked closer before suddenly thrusting its cock into Marcus’s mouth. He had no way to stop it as the beast forced its way in, stretching and fucking his throat relentlessly. Aphrodisiacs poured into his system, setting his throat ablaze with pleasure as his eyes poured tears and rolled back. Next, he felt the sharp sting of penetration in his shoulder as the beast’s jaw clamped down, quickly stimulating the entrance wound and making it feel just as pleasurable. He moaned into the nanite-laced cock as sludge filled his veins.

Through his watering eyes, Marcus could barely make out the beast on top of Lila releasing its grip on her shoulder and removing its cock from her ass. She continued shivering on the ground as silver spread across every inch of her until no skin remained. Marcus could only guess at what that meant before his own asshole was penetrated by this second beast. It sunk its teeth into his right arm as it fucked his ass, and with each thrust Marcus could feel it digging deeper and deeper. The silver poison penetrated every nook and cranny of his body, seeping even into his mind.

And then, it happened. Both hounds howled and came as one, pouring what felt like gallons of nanites into the prone man beneath them. Marcus orgasmed as well, though at this point his pleasure extended far beyond sexual release. His entire body buzzed with the feeling of being integrated into something greater. Replaced with technology that would be used to end humanity. And his part in it would be great…

In his last moments of humanity, Marcus looked to the ground where his former coworker once lay. Only now, as silver nanites coated his form and devoured his mind, he saw her for what she had become. Every part of her was perfect. A swarm of nanites in the shape of a human that once was. Her body encased in tight leather, her legs wrapped in form-fitting black steel boots. She smiled as she gazed down at what was left of Marcus.

“Hello there, Marcus Andrews. You’re doing so good. Now just let the nanites take over. Give in to the Machine…”