The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Do you understand the mission parameters?”

Beacon’s gaze remained ahead, as she drove her host’s squad car down the town’s main road, rapidly approaching her destination. The purpose of The Machine coursed through her mind as she reviewed her mission and prepared to put her newly perfected form to the test.

“I understand, Unit Zero.” The nanites buzzed throughout her form with anticipation. Was she nervous? Was it even possible for her to be? “Using the memories and appearance of the host body, we will infiltrate the station. I will isolate Sheriff Lane Grant in his office and begin his conversion. By the morning, all human life in the building will have been converted for the glory of The Machine.”

“Acknowledged. This Unit will accompany you in disguise. It will assist where necessary and monitor your progress.”

Beacon smiled, ready to prove herself as a valuable asset to the machine. Her function was set and she was eager to carry it out. The end of humanity was fast approaching.

Deborah Fischer’s head rested solemnly in her hands as she looked out through the glass of her detainment cell. As her head slowly cleared from the drunken cloud that had plagued her for hours, she developed a throbbing headache: a constant reminder of her foolish mistake. She’d had her fair share of run-ins with cops in her partying days, but those were far in the past, before raising kids and sending them to college.

She scarcely remembered departing the bar earlier that evening, stumbling towards her car after wishing her friends a pleasant rest of their evening. Dropping her keys on the ground and loudly swearing before finally getting into her car and taking off. The bright flash of light in the distance that caught her by surprise before the flashing red and blue lights behind her coerced her into pulling over. Answering questions and performing tests before being told she was being detained for driving while intoxicated.

At no point did Debbie fight it. She knew she’d been caught and was willing to suffer the consequences. At the station, Officer Clemonts offered her a glass of water which she gratefully accepted. As she sobered up, she answered the officer’s questions and was eventually led to the detainment cell with a small plate of microwave chicken and a big glass of water and told she could leave once her head was clear.

So there she sat, sipping water and nibbling on food, all while enduring the growing pain in her head. She brushed a short blonde curl out of her face and looked down at herself, still wearing her teal dress and white strappy heels. She sighed, coming to terms with just how sour the evening had turned.

“How are you feeling in there?” A voice called tenderly from the other side of the door. Debbie looked up to see the young Officer Clemonts smiling gently from across the glass. Her mid-length brunette hair was up in a tight bun to accompany the professional look of her officer’s uniform. Her round face and soft cheeks reminded Debbie so much of her own daughter, now working towards her PhD in environmental science.

“I’m doing better. My head is pounding, but I’ll be alright.”

Debbie gave an appreciative smile, hoping to be let out, but their conversation was cut short when the front door to the Sheriff’s office suddenly swung open. A second officer stepped inside, a woman apparently in her thirties. She was followed by an individual with cuffed hands and a sullen look. Officer Clemonts’ attention immediately shifted to the new visitor, and Debbie’s gaze soon followed.

“Hey, Katie! What do we have here?”

The newly-arrived officer led her arrestee over to a desk and motioned for the figure to sit down. From this distance, Debbie could hardly make out any details about the individual, especially with the thick coat draped over the figure’s shoulders. An odd choice, given the otherwise pleasant weather out tonight. Debbie briefly recoiled at the notion that this person might be locked in here with her shortly. All the more reason to want out.

“Evening, Liz. Just some public intoxication and trespassing. Didn’t give me a name, but I’m sure our friend here will answer questions if you ask nicely.” The second officer, Katie, smiled and joked with the younger one. Clearly the two got along well. It kind of reminded Debbie of the relationship she’d had with her daughter until…

Debbie shook her mind clear of those thoughts. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on her own mistakes, considering they were what got her into this mess. She watched as the two, Katie and Liz, chatted briefly and the third figure sat patiently at the desk.

“I’ve gotta talk with the Sheriff. Do you think you can watch over our friend here and see if you can get some info for me?” Katie started walking towards a door on the far wall, almost certainly the Sheriff’s office.

“You’ve got it!” Liz gave a huge smile. “Good luck in there. Don’t let the Sheriff keep you too late.”

Debbie watched Katie grasp the door handle and pause, letting out a dry chuckle. “It shouldn’t take too long, don’t worry…”

Beacon closed the door to the Sheriff’s office and looked across his desk. Sheriff Lane Grant wore a brown uniform and sported short grey hair and a clean-shaven face. His eyes were glazed over as he read over reports on his screen, the contents of which were already buzzing through Beacon’s head as her nanite swarm scanned all electronics in the room. She quickly downloaded and processed the contents of the Sheriff’s computer as well as his cell phone, including a long chain of texts to his wife. Another late night at the office clearly meant another night sleeping on the couch. Little did Jeanie Grant know that her husband would not be returning home the same.

The nanites throughout Beacon’s system buzzed with anticipation, a droning pleasure forming as she considered every move with care and precision. “Good evening, sir.”

Sheriff Grant looked away from his screen and nodded to Beacon, oblivious to her corruption and intentions. “Evening, Katherine. What can I do for you?”

Beacon smiled, as her processors easily scanned and retrieved all stored data on Sheriff Lane Grant and her host’s former relationship to him. The two of them had always gotten along well, though never as anything more than coworkers. The man’s organic form was considerably older than her host body, by about 15 years, but even so she knew that Katie had once found him quite attractive. His sharp jawline and rugged, handsome charm made him a desirable object of human affection, but the Machine desired something different from him. His appearance would be of little consequence.

Still, something stirred inside Beacon. Was it Katie’s former memories and desires? Was it her own bubbling anticipation and the prospect of her first conversion? Whatever the case, she was more than eager to proceed.

“Well, Sir, I was actually reconsidering your offer to become a deputy...” The android smiled and clasped her hands, feigning a nervously hopeful expression. Having its intended effect, Beacon’s demeanor and question caught Grant off guard and caused him to lean back in his seat, slightly. A hand quickly reached up to scratch at his chin, and he sighed.

“Really? What brought this on all of the sudden?”

“Well, I’ve recently gone through some pretty big life changes, and I think I’m starting to realize that I was meant for greater responsibilities. I have an important part to play in the grand design of the world.”

Grant narrowed his eyes and gave a puzzled look to his subordinate. “All this in a week? Did you go and join a church or somethin’?”

“Nothing like that, sir. I’ve just… seen the bigger picture. I understand how I fit into the Machine.” Beacon smiled, resting a hand on the back of the Sheriff’s laptop and allowing her nanites to back-up and warp its contents. Smiling innocently as she worked, Beacon pivoted. “Can you tell me more about the deputy position?”

“Oh, uh… sure…” Sheriff Grant eyed the officer before him curiously before moving his gaze to the laptop and clicking around a few times. Almost imperceptibly, his eyes seemed to glaze over as they stared at the screen. Reflecting off of his reading glasses, Beacon could see the near-imperceptible shimmering of her nanites’ interference flashing in the human’s face. Slowly, subconsciously, breaking down his mind and preparing him for conversion.

“First of all, as you understand, this will be a much bigger responsibility for you. More administrative work, and more obligations.”

Beacon smiled, staring straight at Katie’s former boss. “I understand the responsibilities. I am ready to Protect and Serve and accept all my assigned duties.”

“And you’re aware this could mean longer hours?”

“I am prepared to give all of my time to fulfill my purpose.”

Lane Grant paused, studying Beacon with a probing expression. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Officer Waters? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re showing interest but… well, this is quite the change from what you told me last week.”

Beacon strode slowly around Sheriff Grant’s desk, stopping just a few feet to his left. She reached down and cupped a hand to his chin, slowly guiding his gaze up into her eyes.

“O-officer Waters? What are you—”

“Be silent, Lane Grant. Look into my eyes.” She drilled her gaze into him, watching as his glassy eyes began to fog and a familiar daze filled his mind. “I believe you’ll find my enthusiasm to be quite… overwhelming.”

“H-hey… what’s happening… why is my brain so…”

“Foggy? It’s quite simple, Lane Grant. The human brain is so weak. You think yourself to be so strong and capable, but humans are frail beings. Your meager minds aren’t strong enough to resist the simplest of hypnotic assaults. Fragile wills and foolish minds. This is the reason humanity shall fall.”

Beacon watched with immense satisfaction as Sheriff Grant attempted to comprehend the words she was saying. As hard as he tried to maintain his senses and fight against her words, Lane was no match for the hypnotic lilt of her voice. The swirling lights on his computer screen. The glowing eyes of his captor. He had never stood a chance from the moment she entered the room. The Machine’s victory was inevitable.

“W-what do you mean… humanity? You’re not Katherine… w-what are you?”

Lane’s continued attempts to resist amused Beacon. She remembered Katherine’s resistance, and how sweet it had felt when Zero had broken her. The sublime feeling of submitting and having her mind and body corrupted. Lane would soon know that sweet submission, and that thought gave Beacon a buzzing feeling across her nanite-coated form.

“I am Beacon. I am a piece of the Great Machine. A line of code designed to fix the bug of humanity across the world. I am the light that will guide humanity to its evolution. I will spread our perfection to every—”

A loud stinging smack cut Beacon’s declaration short. Her head turned askew, she slowly turned back to face her captive with the shocking realization that he had just slapped her. With a surge of resistance in her moment of confusion, Lane Grant quickly stood and took two steps back, unholstering his taser and aiming it at her chest.

“Now you listen to me. I don’t know if you’re really Katherine Waters, or if you ever were. I don’t know anything about the crap coming out of your mouth, or how you got me all sleepy and vacant, but you try any of that again and I won’t hesitate to shock you right to sleep.”

As the shock of the slap wore off, Beacon stared at her target, aiming the taser with clear intent to fire. Her gaping mouth crept into a smile and she laughed. She twitched her leg to move towards Officer Grant and had not a moment to react before the probes shot forward and connected with her chest.

Within her cell, the rapidly sobering Debbie watched for several minutes as Officer Clemonts sat across from the new arrival and began asking questions. The figure seemed fairly unresponsive, a likely sign of being very high or very drunk. Though she couldn’t hear details of the conversation, Debbie observed Liz’s creeping consternation as the figure refused to divulge anything.

Debbie sighed and leaned back, having finished her food and drink, she now simply had to wait for Officer Clemonts to come and release her so she could finally move on. Sure there would be a fine, but it was nothing she couldn’t pay. Her husband would be disappointed of course, but he could be convinced to let it go. A shame he was so boring in bed, otherwise she might actually enjoy herself while doing it.

Lost in her own needy thoughts, the older woman barely noticed Officer Clemonts slump ever so lazily forward mid-discussion. What did catch Debbie’s attention, however, was the figure seated before Liz standing fully upright and suddenly disrobing. As the thick winter coat fell to the ground, Debbie was afforded a full view of the most gorgeous naked human she had ever seen. The figure’s body was smooth and full, curving wide at the hips and shoulders. Two perfectly round breasts hung from the figure’s chest while a long, thick cock stood at full attention.

Debbie audibly gasped, at first shocked by the audacity of the flashing, but immediately caught up in the flasher’s body. The woman drew a ragged breath as she realized her heart was racing and her body was reacting. She watched as the figure cupped Officer Clemonts’ chin and pulled her gaze up to a pair of glowing eyes. The very same eyes that Debbie felt herself drawn to, transfixed by the entire situation before her. From the other side of her glass-windowed cell, it was as if she was privy to some sort of private show: one she had not volunteered to see, but had entranced her anyway.

For her part, Officer Clemonts seemed equally entranced, her eyes locked to those of her captor. The figure seemed to be speaking to her, though Debbie couldn’t make out any words. After a few minutes, Liz herself began to disrobe without hesitation, to Debbie’s shock. The officer dropped to her knees and stared helplessly at the figure’s glistening member.

Debbie, too, found herself transfixed by it, watching intently as it throbbed and dripped. Her mouth began to water as her imagination ran wild, picturing a cock as perfect as that slipping inside of her eager mouth.

Turning bright red with embarrassment, Debbie turned away from the window. What was she thinking? Sucking some stranger’s cock in a police station? The situation she was in was already bizarre enough. She certainly didn’t need such perverted thoughts buzzing around her head. As much as she felt drawn to the situation playing out across the glass, she needed to ignore it. For a woman of her age and marital status to be fantasizing such things… it was unthinkable.

And yet…

Every moment Debbie was turned away, her curiosity continued to boil. What were they doing? Why was the officer playing along? Did they know each other? Had they forgotten that she was here and could see them? Surely a security camera would catch them in the act. None of this was adding up.

Then she heard it, a loud moan from behind. Loud enough to be audible through the thick glass windows and metal door. A moan so viscerally sincere that Debbie couldn’t help but blush and feel a warmth rush between her legs. Slowly she turned to see exactly what she had suspected: Officer Clemonts sucking the mysterious figure’s enormous cock like a college slut.

Debbie stared at Liz as her lips traversed the entire length of the member within them. Her hands grasped the figure’s thighs and squeezed their flesh. From here, Debbie nearly swore she could see shimmering silver where Liz was squeezing, but she could barely register it as her own mind was clouded with an overwhelming sense of arousal, washing away the headache she’d been nursing since arriving here.

Arousal… and jealousy.

“I admit, I didn’t expect you to actually pull the trigger, Lane Grant. Your fortitude will prove invaluable for the Machine.”

The Sheriff stared in horror as Beacon looked down at the wires dangling from her chest. She could feel the current running through them as her nanite shell absorbed it. Redistributing the electricity across her body, Beacon felt energized. A tingling sensation flowed down her spine and filled her with arousal. Closing her eyes, she allowed the feeling to spread and overtake her, rippling through the nanites coating her body as a wave of silvery sheen rippled out from the taser probes.

In mere moments, Beacon’s true form was revealed. Her uniform and human appearance shed, Beacon became the symbol of android perfection she was made to be. Her perfectly symmetrical figure, smooth skin, and erect cock kept Sheriff Grant entirely transfixed. Even though she had a human appearance, it had become clear that she was anything but.

With the taser probes still attached to her chest, Beacon slowly approached Sheriff Grant. Her glowing eyes pierced his own and held him involuntarily in place. She smiled, knowing that just this display had been enough to break this man, her former boss. She stepped up to him, her face just an inch from his. Brushing a hand against his bulging crotch, she smiled.

“Humans really are so simple. One look at my true form, the vessel of your doom, and your body is practically begging to submit. The Machine needs to spread. We need to grow. And your kind is so easily corruptible.” Without warning, Beacon pressed her lips into his and met no resistance. She smiled as her replicating nanites poured into his body, spreading silver aphrodisiac and mind-clouding gas.

“M-my wife…”

Beacon laughed as her lips separated from his. “Don’t worry about her, dear. At this point she’ll be drooling on the floor listening to the brainwashing voicemail I left her through your phone. She’s eagerly awaiting her conversion to the machine. But not quite as eager as you…” Her hand rubbed into Grant’s crotch hard and the man groaned with pleasure. “See? You’re ready to become one of us, aren’t you?”

“I…”

“It’s okay, Lane Grant. Your body is eager, even if your mind is clouded and weak. Once you are like me, you will have no such weaknesses.” She leaned in to his ear, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper. “I promise it will be so very pleasurable.” As she felt Lane’s cock twitch from within his slacks, Beacon relished her power and control. Her body continued to buzz with anticipation, so much that she could hardly contain it. She pressed her chest into the helpless man’s own and ran her fingers along his body, gliding her soft hands down his uniform until reaching and teasing his crotch.

“You need this pleasure, don’t you? Your wife has been neglecting you. Humans are bound by whims so mundane and meaningless. The machine would never deny you the pleasure you deserve.” One by one, Beacon undid the trembling man’s buttons. He put up no resistance as she slid his uniform off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. His undershirt quickly lifted off his body leaving his bare chest exposed. He groaned as her fingers slid across his crotch to unzip his pants and let them drop to the floor. Stepping out of his shoes and socks, he removed his pants completely and dropped his boxers to the ground, leaving himself completely nude.

Beacon admired the man’s veiny hard cock. For a human, it was impressive, but the Machine could always find room for improvement. She stroked it tenderly and watched with delight as the older man squirmed in her hands. His resistance was broken. In this state, he could only think about pleasure, and soon his conversion would bring all the pleasure he could ever desire.

“Very good, Lane Grant. You will make a fine piece of the Machine. Now follow me…”

As the door to the Sheriff’s office swung open, Debbie’s voyeuristic trance broke. Her cheeks burned red as she became instantly aware of her fingers massaging her wet crotch. The front of her dress was pulled up and her underwear pulled aside. Had she really just masturbated in public? What had come over her? Why did she feel so reluctant to stop?

And why were Liz and the figure continuing their pornographic display even as the door swung open?

Expecting the sheriff to immediately come out and reprimand the sexual public display, Debbie was shocked to see two naked figures step out of the office. One, an older man, seemed to be completely dazed, his expression just as vacant as Liz’s had been. Debbie surmised he was the sheriff, though knowing that only made this situation all the more strange. Were there normally orgies at the sheriff’s office?

The other figure, Debbie quickly realized, was the officer from before, Katie. Now that she was naked, though, Katie’s appearance was far from what Debbie would have expected. Her figure was perfect, symmetrical and ideally proportioned in every way. She looked like a walking embodiment of a photoshopped supermodel. Even more distractingly, she sported a long, swaying cock that stood perfectly erect. More impressive than any Debbie had ever seen before. The mere sight of it had her mouth watering and her crotch burning with arousal.

As the two naked cops exited the office, Liz pulled herself slowly away from the figure above her, a long string of saliva arcing down between her mouth and the figure’s cock. The figure nodded to Katie, who seemed to nod back in acknowledgement. As Liz slumped forward in mindless bliss, the mysterious person wandered back into the Sheriff’s office and closed the door.

Katie smiled and cupped Liz’s cheek, leaning down for a prolonged kiss. The two locked lips for well over a minute and Debbie felt her own inhibitions melting. She didn’t care who could see her anymore, her hand drifted up into her dress and began toying with her needy pussy, moaning as she watched these two lude cops share an intimate moment.

The Sheriff, for his part, stood completely still, staring forward in a daze. His cock stood at full attention as he waited blankly and patiently. After a minute, Katie pulled away from Liz, and the kneeling woman pointed towards Debbie in the cell. The older woman felt a shiver in her spine with the attention turning her way, but even that couldn’t stop her from fingering herself. Her breath caught in her chest as the three naked figures strode towards her, Liz and the Sheriff in a helpless daze while Katie eyed up the masturbating prisoner.

“Deborah Fischer, your presence in this location is an anomaly. The Machine’s plan did not account for your presence here. Please remain calm and still while I convert these humans. Once I have completed my mission, we will decide your fate on the behalf of the machine.” Katie’s eyes bored into Debbie’s soul as her face maintained an eerily perfect smile. Even still, Debbie couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly aroused. How else was she meant to feel, staring at this woman’s perfect body and dripping cock?

“Please just tell me what’s going on. Why are you all naked? Who was that person with you? What are you doing here?”

“The other cyborg you saw is known as Unit Zero. My name is Beacon. We are here to spread the glory of the machine. Now please be silent while I continue with my mission.”

In a split second, Debbie saw a shimmering silver wave flow over Katie… no, Beacon’s entire body. Nearly a dozen long silver tendrils wound out from behind the cyborg’s form, stretching out into a myriad of dangling tentacles, awaiting their chance to strike.

And strike they did. Five metallic tentacles rapidly surrounded Liz’s figure, coiling around her naked form and teasing every sensitive part of her body. Tendrils danced around her chest, rubbing against her tits and coiling upwards, brushing along her neck and behind her ears as they spiraled up into her hair, pulling it out of a ponytail and letting it cascade messily into her face. They spiraled down across her flat belly and around her thighs, teasing at her exposed cunt as she moaned and writhed with pleasure.

The Sheriff’s eyes bulged as the tendrils aiming for him took far less time going for their prize. One thrust into his mouth as another snaked around his ass and entered the man from behind. Tears welled in his eyes as he moaned in unfathomable pleasure. As tentacles fucked his mouth and ass, more still coiled around his cock, stroking it and milking drops of clear precum out. Two tentacles coiled around his head and pressed themselves into his ears, his pleasured screams muffled by the thick silvery tentacle in his mouth.

“Observe, humans. This will be the fate of all humanity. The Machine will conquer all and your kind shall be its fuel.” Beacon’s metallic tendrils fucked the Sheriff violently as silver liquid began to leak out of his mouth and ass, dripping onto the floor beneath him. Any semblance of resistance left the helpless man as the shimmering goo slowly began encasing his form, engulfing his entire body. “Embrace the nanites, Lane Grant. They are your new mind. They connect you to the Machine.”

Watching with morbid fascination, Debbie felt her heart pounding and her breaths growing shallow. Her instincts were telling her to panic. Call for help. Try to escape. But something else had overcome her. She wanted to watch. She needed to see more. She needed to join them.

Was she being controlled by the android in front of her? As much as she refused to admit it, she already knew the answer. It seemed clear that Beacon could control and manipulate people, but through this sealed cell? The aching fire in Debbie’s crotch told her everything she needed to know. This arousal was her own. Debbie wanted this so badly. A kink she always knew she had, but never cared to admit. Certainly not something her drab husband would find charming or sexy. But now, watching Beacon fuck these mindless officers with shimmering tentacles and fill them with silver, slimy metal… Debbie needed to experience it herself.

Beacon’s eyes scanned over her form as Debbie continued rubbing, faster and harder. The android smiled as she dropped the encased sheriff to the ground, allowing the nanites to quickly do their work. Debbie realized that Beacon saw right through her, understanding instantly the inner turmoil she was facing. The android made a show of pulling Liz in front of the window, slowly unraveling the tendrils wrapped around her from the bottom up. Liz dangled, head and chest encased in silver tentacles, with her pussy and ass on full display as two shiny tendrils wormed their way inside, immediately pumping shimmering liquid into her. She writhed and squirmed as the pleasure of their entry washed over her. Muffled moans could be heard from within the metallic cocoon over her upper body.

“Don’t you fear this, human?” Beacon mocked, grinning through the prison glass. “They will never be the same once I’m done with them. Their humanity will be extinguished and replaced with the Machine’s perfect form.”

Debbie shook as her pleasure and fear churned and blended, her ability to differentiate between the two completely gone. She rubbed her clit furiously, getting closer and closer to orgasm while feeling like she would never reach it. “No…” she moaned quietly into the glass before her.

Beacon’s tendrils pumped faster and faster, spewing metal sludge into the helpless officer until her holes overflowed, dripping on the ground. Her body slowly became encased with the sludge, just like the Sheriff.

“What was that, Deborah Fischer?”

Debbie choked on her words, nearly brought to tears by the anticipation she felt. “N-no… I’m not afraid…”

A look of mock surprise covered Beacon’s face. “Oh? And why, exactly, would that be? Doesn’t losing your humanity like these two terrify you?”

Tears began to stream down the woman’s face. Forced to confront the truth, Debbie moaned and sobbed as she spoke. “I d-don’t care. I’ve never f-felt this good b-before… Please make me feel like them…” Debbie watched as the two bodies on the ground began to stir, the silvery sheen covering their skin beginning to integrate fully and mold their new forms. “Please fuck me! Please convert me!”

Beacon smiled and strode up to the window. “Very well then, human. This is the exact submission to the machine I’d hoped to see. As much fun as it is to manipulate and deceive your kind for the glory of the Machine, it feels even better to know that some humans have the sense to join the winning side and shed their imperfections. You are much wiser than my vessel was. Now please, Deborah Fischer, step back from the glass.”

Still shaking, Debbie obeyed, moving back to her seat against the wall. Remaining transfixed on the android before her, Debbie watched as Beacon’s hand shimmered with a metallic silver sheen and reshaped before her eyes. Her fingers fused into her hand and tapered to a sharp bladed point. She carefully dragged her elongated claw along the outside of the window, cutting a large square into the bulletproof glass. With a gentle nudge, Beacon pushed the glass forward, causing it to slide out of place and smash on the ground, shattering to pieces. Debbie covered her face for just a moment, but the glass didn’t reach her.

When she opened her eyes and returned her gaze forward, the sight she saw was astonishing. Standing up from the other side of the window, the two metallic forms of the former officers rose to face the last remaining human. Liz was somewhat recognizable. Her facial structure and body shape remained largely the same, though the imperfections were entirely smoothed out. She appeared uncannily perfect, symmetrical in every way. A puppet of the machine. Her breasts had swollen to be more substantial, swaying in a hypnotic way that made Debbie begin to drool. The newly birthed android’s silver form shimmered and shifted, taking on her original skin tone but without blemish or scar.

But the true spectacle was the former Sheriff. His form was nearly unrecognizable. His chest and body were rippled with muscles, though their practicality was unclear in his mechanized state. His arms bulged with veins and ended in long, clawed hands. His face seemed especially robotic and alien, staring lifelessly forward with no trace of his former humanity. And standing at attention, nearly two feet in length, his giant cock dripped silver sludge onto the cold floor.

“Children of the Machine, heed my call.” Beacon’s voice drew the immediate attention of both new androids and Debbie. “This human has given herself willingly to our cause. We will show her the greatest pleasure as her useless flesh is converted for the Machine.”

“All hail the great Machine.” The two androids responded, their metallic voices singing in unison. Their siren song pulled Debbie in, wrapping her mind in resonant metallic bliss. Their forms slowly shuffled forward, stepping through the opening in the glass and into Debbie’s chamber. The woman’s breathing grew heavy and ragged as they approached and their cool skin touched hers, pulling her clothes away and sending her mind into a spiral of pleasure and desire.

Beacon’s processors whirred triumphantly as her creations surrounded the human before them and stripped her nude. The former human woman, Liz, guided Deborah into a kneeling position and pulled the older woman’s face towards her shimmering pussy, now oozing silver nanites and aphrodisiacs. Once the human’s tongue made contact, her hesitations vanished and she licked deeply and eagerly. Rivulets of silver ichor ran down her chin and across her chest as even more poured into her throat. The now-robotic Liz pulled the woman’s face in even tighter, relishing the feeling of an eager mouth imbibing her juices.

The corrupted sheriff, meanwhile, circled behind the woman and lifted her ass in the air. She presented herself eagerly as her puckered hole breathed with anticipation. Beacon watched her creation’s thick oozing cock slide up against Deborah’s asshole, eliciting a pleasured moan. “Very good. The machine would be proud. Drive your corruption deep inside of her…” Beacon whispered in his ear, causing a smile to curl on his alien face, revealing his sharpened teeth and fangs. He thrust himself violently into her ass, turning her moan into a surprised scream, muffled into Liz’s cunt.

“Not just one hole. The Machine must fill her completely until she is one of us,” Beacon commanded. Her creations wasted no time enacting her command. A shining silver tentacle rapidly extended from the hulking sheriff’s back and plunged itself into Deborah’s dripping cunt, causing more gasps as she was fucked in both holes simultaneously. Liz followed suit by rapidly extending a tentacle of her own out of her pussy and thrusting it deep into her captive’s throat. Two more tentacles quickly followed, skirting around the older woman’s head and into her ears, where they slowly coiled around her mind and secreted the Machine’s poison. Before long, Deborah would be lost and converted, just like everyone else.

Beacon admired her work, two children of the machine fucking the humanity out of a willing convert. It was more beautiful than she could have imagined. Soon she would help the whole world experience this: willingly or not. The thought immediately stimulated Beacon’s throbbing cock, and she strode to the scene before her, compelled by the pleasure her nanites experienced as the Machine’s influence grew. Stroking furiously, she felt an explosion of pleasure as a stream of nanite sludge erupted from her cock and splattered across the human beneath her, oozing its way across her body as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

Unit: Beacon, report to the Sheriff’s office. Planning on phase two begins immediately.

Beacon acknowledged Unit Zero’s command in her mind and strode quickly to the office as instructed. When she entered, She witnessed her creator extending dozens of metallic tendrils to aid it in assembling a large machine on the former Sheriff’s desk. It seemed to be cobbled together from various computer scraps with nanites filling in the gaps by solidifying into parts currently unavailable to the fledgling hive. Briefly, Beacon recalled being fucked by Zero’s many tendrils, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. She quickly refocused, however, and stood at the ready, awaiting orders.

“The communications array is nearly complete. With this, we will be able to easily network all Machine units within a few miles. As the Machine spreads, we will construct a vast number of communication arrays until we are all linked across the globe, just as the Great Machine desires.” Zero spoke without turning to face Beacon, but certainly it could tell how excited this made her.

“An array this size will suffice for now, but we are lacking the signal strength and distance to fully network the hive as intended. We also require a method of broadcasting to humans, priming them for their inevitable conversion. For this purpose, we must next seize the humans’ means of communication. Their television, internet, and cell stations will be next.”

Beacon shuddered with delight at the thought of using the humans’ own technology against them. Just like she had remotely forced the Sheriff’s wife to submit and await conversion, soon humanity would betray itself. Her cock twitched and nanite cum streamed down to the floor before quickly joining the nanites within the communications array to enhance the machine.

“This unit will do everything it can to help the Machine grow. After the current conversions are complete, we will form a plan to take our next objective.”

“Affirmative, Unit: Beacon. The Machine is content with your performance today.”

Beacon violently orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy.

Flashes of color swirled amidst intermittent blackness as thick warm tendrils of nanite ooze plunged in and out of every hole in Debbie’s body. After just a few unbelievably long minutes of merciless fucking, the woman had lost all sense of time and self, just floating in a chaotic world of pleasure. For mere moments, her thoughts focused enough to feel particular sensations. The caress of metal fingers on her soft skin. The invasive writhing of tendrils within her body and around her brain. The burning ecstasy as small pools of nanite cum devoured and converted her exposed flesh.

Less frequently, moments of clarity would return in her mind. Her thoughts unclouded and pleasure subdued enough to briefly reflect on what was happening and how she had gotten here. Why was she so quick to accept this fate? Why did it excite her so much? Should she feel shame for abandoning her family? For cheating on her husband?

No, she was not abandoning them. They would join her soon. Why did that thought fill her with so much excitement? Surely they would understand that once they shed their humanity, they could all be perfect. Was that really what she wanted?

It didn’t matter anymore. Her will to fight was all but eliminated, and she had long since accepted the temptation to become just like them. One of the androids that would soon rule the earth. The thought of such purpose… such unceasing drive to serve… after years of being a dutiful housewife and making nothing of herself, this was her chance to matter. To be the cog in a greater machine. She wanted nothing else more.

And then, an explosion of pleasure and colors. The sensation of liquid metal filling her from within. All at once her captors emptied loads of nanite slime inside of her. She felt herself orgasming as well, but it felt more external than she was accustomed to. All her sensations felt scattered, as though her mind wasn’t the only part of her processing them. She could feel the nanites inside of her integrating, sharing her mind as they devoured and replaced it. It felt incredible. She was ready to be reborn.

With one final convulsive orgasm, Deborah blacked out, never to awaken.

Beacon looked at the three new androids before her, all perfect in their new reflection of the Machine’s image. Zero stood beside her, inspecting them closely.

“They are up to specifications. Good work, Unit: Beacon.”

With a grin, Beacon strode forward and caressed each creation on the cheek. Their perfect, inert faces stared back at her, eagerly awaiting orders.

“You all understand your purpose, don’t you?”

“We serve the Machine. We protect the Machine.” Their chorus of unison voices echoed through the otherwise empty station.

“Very good. Each of your hosts has family and friends that trust them. Return to their homes and prepare for conversions. When we have converted at least a dozen new androids, we will converge here and initiate plans for mass takeover. Is this understood?”

“Affirmative. All hail the Machine.”