The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Standard Preface (If you have read a SpaceCadet2408 story before — skip this)

I am one of the Brethren, I live many years in to your Galactic future. Humankind has spread throughout the Milky Way. Our technologies have improved, but our culture has split into a myriad of separatist colonies. This was an attempt to prevent ongoing wars; to end these conflicts the separation of race and sexuality were seen as the key factors. Religion has finally failed as no creator myth survived the intensely logical approach that developed, and all societies were atheist in nature.

As humankind perfected cloning and transformation capabilities very diverse cultures developed, including some who consider themselves non-human. To keep conflicts to a minimum the colonists choose to keep to their own space (typically parsecs apart) and kind, mostly due to paranoia.

Of course, this was only true until the colonists wanted or needed something (due to a failure of their philosophy). As the Brethren we travel the galaxy observing these intercultural disputes. We do not do this to educate, moralise or inform, but simply to entertain (yes, we are journalists by nature) and lewd tales sell our writings. We hide under the name Brethren to avoid any unpleasantness (like assassination).

Our continuing mission is to boldly go to the very edge of galactic lewdness.

Transmission ends.

Chapter One — of mice and man.

Olly sat with his legs stretched out in his dirt buggy, one delivery complete with a nice little bung for his rapid response. Okay, it was shady stuff, probably… I mean, lavish tips only came his way when there was a bit of jeopardy involved. Mind you, that was life on a desert world and Thurgenia sure was dry and a little on the wild side. Thurgenia’s position in the outer rim of the Andromeda Galaxy gave it gateway status and the economy boomed, okay mostly with contraband goods, but so it goes.

Reaching forward Olly stubbed out his drag and coughed, he had to pack this in at some point, Junar was not a fan of his consumption of mild stimulants (as she referred to them). Just drags to make the miles he drove each day bearable, particularly this day, his next stop was on the coast. Nice in that he would see the two suns drift down to set over the Gulkan peninsula, however he had an evening with Koraks. Sure, the booze and stimulants would flow, but his guy was crooked in every sense of the word.

Physically Koraks stooped severely, bringing him down from near seven feet to around six. His nose was spread across his face in several directions, revealing his argumentative side, his beady black eyes were sunken deeply under his heavy brow. The rest, well it was just a mess of scarring from the last war. A veteran he may be, but honourability escaped him. Mind you, he was a wheeler dealer and there was always something tempting to transport. Olly pressed the key on his dash and the dirt buggy roared into life, seconds later sand billowed out as Olly put his foot down hard. The next three hours would just be long and dusty, he glanced back at the disappearing oasis in his mirror and began to whistle tunelessly.

Switching to autopilot Olly picked up his radcom and jabbed in Junar’s code the screen opened but all that appeared was Junar’s empty lab bench. Olly cut the feed—where the hell was she, normally she was so involved with lab work yet these last few days she’d been elusive. He swore under his breath, once again the fear came back, was she thinking of ditching him, I mean he was no catch. His mind drifted to their first meeting Jonno’s bar had been heaving and Olly had wandered back to his normal spot, but damn the table was taken, he stared at the ‘reserved’ label. Well, there was no one sat here, so possession being nine tenths of the law—Olly staked his claim.

A couple of minutes passed before a tall blond guy approached the table, “Excuse me this table is reserved for Cantabrian Science, if you don’t mind…”

“Nope, I don’t mind, but see I always sits here, and my associates will be arriving soon”. Snarled Olly.

Then it happened! A dream girl arrived at the table, red hair, pale skin and intense green eyes twinkled at him. He watched as she mouthed to him “Over there”, she nodded to an unoccupied table. His eyes wandered downwards, she filled out her clothes well, taut yet full of promise, His eyes were drawn back to her face, now eyeball to eyeball she kept her unwavering intense scrutiny of him.

“Okay, sorry a misunderstanding on my part, I’ll move”. Olly’s capitulation was complete. As he passed her, he whispered, “What’s your name?”

“Junar”. Was her quiet reply.

Olly sat down and scratched his head, why did he back down, and what hold did she have on him? He never normally compromised, let alone melt into apologising. From that day on she played on his mind, he had to meet her again, she was something, just something…

“Shit!” Olly took over steering for a while when a sandstorm struck.

Forty minutes later the dirt buggy was clear of the storm and Olly could relax again. He switched back to autopilot and sat back in his seat. Junar, oh yeah, Junar. Flipping open his radcom he redialled, this time her face appeared, her eyes bored into him, “Hi Olly, how’s it going?” she asked.

“Oh, you know same old… Mind you, I got a nice payout from Franhko. Of course, now I’m off to that rogue Koraks, not my favourite call”. Olly replied.

“Come on now, he’s not all bad…”

“Sorry, you know Koraks? What the…”.

“I suppose I should have said, I have been working with Koraks on behalf of the lab. Nothing to worry about, erm—he may have a package for me”. Chuckled Junar.

“What! You know what this guy does, the lab wants contraband?” Olly asked, “This is not cool Junar, messing with my job!”

“Calm down Olly, it an easy pick up you just have to take care of it for a while”.

“Take care of… Wait is it an animal?” Olly questioned.

“Something like that, you’ll be fine—I know you”. Junar sounded serious.

Olly cut the feed. “Shit, what have I got myself into?”.

Olly sank into a depression, was this the only reason Junar had formed a relationship with him. He knew he was hitting far above his weight. Now it seems he had a target on his chest, this smelt of a setup. He gripped his jaw tight, Koraks better have some good reasons for keeping quiet. He kicked out of autopilot and accelerated towards Gulkan; fury burnt a hole in his gut.

Olly jumped down from the dirt buggy, brushed the sand from his trousers and marched off towards Koraks shack. The ramshackle appearance of Koraks place was misleading, it was purely the frontage that looked so run down, once inside the lift took you down to the lush interior. Olly paused for a second, he scanned around the locale, just checking for any surveillance. All looked normal he strode into the shack; he flashed his security card over the disguised scanner. He stood still as the lasers roamed over him. Two seconds later the wall in front of him opened and the interior of the lift appeared. Olly grimaced before walking forward, now for some answers.

Downstairs Koraks heard the lift descending, unsteadily he loped across the storeroom. He then stood quietly waking for his visitor to arrive. As soon as the doors swept open Koraks extended a shaky hand, “Welcome Olly my friend, it is good to see you once again!”

Olly pointedly ignored Koraks hand “Ah, I see—she warned you, didn’t she?” Koraks nodded dumbly.

“And I thought after all these years we had some sort on understanding between us? No, maybe not!” Growled Olly.

“I was sworn to secrecy, and considering the ‘package’, secrecy was important to me to. I have never agreed to do this before…”

Olly stared at Koraks mouthing soundless words, finally he spoke “What the hell is this package… Show me NOW!” Olly barked.

Koraks nodded, and loped off towards the back of the store, Olly struggled to keep up with the man. It was clear he was spooked. At the very back of the storeroom there sat a large crate covered with a sheet. With a dramatic flourish Koraks swept the sheet away. Olly struggled to see the contents until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. When he finally saw he swallowed hard.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“It is—that’s what they wanted!” Muttered Koraks.

Olly groaned loudly, he took a deep breath, “Are you aware of the policies on importing off-worlders into the Gateway?”

“I am,” said Koraks, “which is why I am glad you are here to take it away!”

“I’m not taking that anywhere; I have been in detention in the past and there’s no way I’m risking a twenty year term!”

Koraks smiled, “Your girlfriend guaranteed you would—it was part of the contract”.

“I wasn’t asked!” Said Olly. Koraks just shook his head, “You either take it—or kill it!”

Olly bent down and peered into the crate, two large eyes blinked back at him, it struggled to hide its nakedness. A brief glimpse of breast confirmed it was a female. Looking back up to its face Olly watched tears form and trickle down its paleness.

“I can’t kill her; I won’t do it”. Olly hung his head.

“Then you take it, or I kill you both…” The look in Koraks eyes left no doubt about his sentiment.

An hour later the crate was loaded in the back of the dirt buggy.

Olly turned to face Koraks.

“This ends our business relationship “. Said Olly.

“Agreed”. Said Koraks before he loped off back to his pretend shack.

Olly boarded the buggy and roared off. He had to sort this out; now he knew why beautiful Junar had bothered with the likes of him.

He swung the buggy back under the palm trees, Olly sighed and flicked the door back. Today even the calm of the Oasis failed to sooth him. Stretching he yawned before going to the back of the buggy to check on his ‘parcel’. Pulling the sheet back he was hit by the smell, it was clear that it had relieved itself during the journey. Large eyes looked up to him expectantly. He couldn’t ignore the pleading expression, like it or not he needed to clean things up. He gave a deep groan as he uncoupled the lock on the cage. For the first time he noticed the collar around its neck, a strong strap was secured to a bolt in the crates lid.

“Just how dangerous are you?” He asked rhetorically. To his surprise it mewled at him and held a trembling hand towards him. It clearly wanted out of the cramped space. Olly looked around the Oasis, no one else was parked up, and it was too early for the ‘night lovers’. He eyed a nearby tree, it looked like a good hitching post for his unwanted passenger. Olly grabbed a nearby wrench and loosened the bolt freeing the strap, he gripped the leash firmly and tugged on it. The off-worlder made an odd expression; was that its smile?

As the passenger emerged it creakily unfolded, it was talker than Olly expected, at full height it reached just up to his midriff. In the full light of day its appearance was, well truly unexpected; it had a sensuous and clearly attractive form. Olly felt an unwanted twitch from his dick, “Down boy—we aren’t going there”. He muttered. Dragging it to the tree he quickly tied the leash off and checked its security, not once but twice. As he went to walk back to the buggy it squawked at him, turning he gaze back into the bulging eyes, “I wonder what you are?” He asked no one.

“Glum…”

Had it just spoken to him? “Glum… Is that your name?” It nodded and made a minor pout.

Wandering back to the buggy it occurred to Olly how relevant the things name was. He pulled himself up on that; it was not something to become attached to, just deliver it and get away from it. His face set he dragged the cage from the buggy and reached for the stirrup pump. A couple of minutes later he returned with a filled bucket of water and sluiced out the cage’s messy contents. That would have to be good enough he couldn’t risk hanging around, a fellow traveller could turn up at any time.

Glum looked happy to be freed from the tree but that soon changed as it was dragged to the back of the buggy and the unlocked cage. Olly turned back to it “Look Glum, I have no choice but to cage you again, if anyone sees you it will be all over”. Glum seemed to understand as its resistance stopped. All to soon for Glum she was securely back in her cage. A quizzical look came over its face, Olly ignored it and reached up to get the door and swing it back into place. Suddenly Glum reached out and wrapped its arms around Olly’s waist pulling him aggressively against the cage.

“Hey, let me go Glum—we need to get going… Stop it now!”

Olly tried to push her away from him, however she was surprisingly strong, and he was held in a vice like grip. He winced and his mouth dropped open. Glum was actively groping around with her mouth searching for something, once she found the bulge she was looking for her prehensile tongue located the panel and ripped it open.

Olly recoiled against the intrusion “Get off me Glum, look you don’t need to do this!” He spluttered his words as the flexible tongue coiled around the stalk of his dick. Glum went tense and began moaning as she sent muscular pulses along the length of her tongue. The effect was immediate as Olly’s dick stretched out into full erection. Olly continued to struggle against Glum’s assault, but lust started to overcome reason. He found himself bucking against the continuous milking of his more than willing penis. If this kept going he was soon going to explode.

“Glum stop! You will make me come…” He shouted pointlessly.

Glum’s system went into action, from the end of her tongue a narrow proboscis protruded and slid towards the centre of Olly’s weeping glans. A quick push separated the sphincter and gave the access needed cavity. Olly tried in vain to pull back from Glum and his inevitable orgasm, He loosened a mighty howl as his dick convulsed shooting sperm into Glum’s expectant mouth. She sucked and swallowed avidly savouring her meal. Olly thrust involuntarily against Glum’s all encompassing mouth as a second harder climax pulsed through his entire body.

Finally, Olly managed to pull away as Glum’s arms and tongue relaxed. Without stowing his dick away, he grabbed hold of the door and slammed it down, narrowly avoiding his swollen penis. He didn’t risk reaching into the cage to secure the trap, simply locking the door. Avoiding any eye contact with Glum he packed his sore dick back behind the panel in his suit. Olly rushed back his driver’s seat and started up the buggy. The only thing on his mind now was to get the hell out of here and deliver Glum. He’d just experienced the most intense orgasms in his life, but this thing was wicked. In more ways than one.

Glum felt the motion and settled down, curling around herself as effectively as she could in the confined crate. Feeding done, nanite payload delivered, she dozed off into a rewarding sleep.