The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anari woke up feeling miserable and it was only the first day. She was nauseous and on top of that came a bad taste in her mouth that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times she gulped down a glass of water from the fountain. She was also restless but that had to do with her plans to escape or lack thereof.

‘Draeck said he was going to make Mei-Li’s complete last night, but did he actually do that or did she chicken out?’ she wondered. ‘I wish I could have pushed her further but that would have scared her away. I had to wait, but now I face the possibility that she has been corrupted too. And in that case I am without any allies whatsoever.’

She swallowed and was again reminded that Draeck had chained her with more than just physical means. Apparently he had made good on his promise but she could live with this, or die if necessary. But right now she was just waiting for one of the women to come so she could have breakfast. She was curious if food would be brought to her or if she would eat with the rest. She had forgotten to ask yesterday.

Her question was answered soon enough when Mei-Li entered and with her entrance Anari’s hope crashed in a flaming wreck. Her pupils and irises were a sparkling silver and the look in her eyes was determined. Her hair was put into several braids, two of them streamed down from her temples and the rest from the back of her head.

But some of those braids didn’t just hang there. Several were looped around her body, tied together like rope to provide minimal cover for her private parts. Two of those braids were cupping and lifting her tits, the tufts at their end rested on her teats. She wasn’t wearing anything besides this bizarre getup and Mei-Li seemed to find nothing wrong with it.

“I know what you tried to do,” Mei-Li said in greeting, her eyes shooting daggers. “Master showed me my personnel jacket this morning. Including the notes of my psychiatrist at the education center. Master isn’t the one trying to use me, it’s you. You and all those other Amazonans, from the moment you people got your claws on me. All you could think of was how to use me, a scared little girl!” She breathed hard after that tirade.

Commander Anari wanted to lick her dry lips but did her best to keep her anxiousness and surprise hidden. ‘Fuck,’ summed it up concisely. ‘What the hell do I do now? I can’t deny it, Draeck’s got access to those files and he used it.’ She took another look at Mei-li’s eyes. ‘And she’s definitely one of his pets now.’

“Part of me wants to kill you,” Mei-Li informed her with a cold voice. “But Master wants to keep you around and His punishment is cruel enough for me.”

Anari blinked, not liking where this was going. She forgot to resist the temptation to lick her lips. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly,” the petite woman answered triumphantly. “He’s leaving you like this, withholding understanding from you. Keeping you untouched and captive instead of freeing you like He did me. He isn’t in your thoughts, molding you to His will.” Mei-Li’s eyes became unfocused. “Showing you the bliss of obedience, making you submit, wrapping you in His will.”

The commander watched as Mei-Li’s hair began to move at that last part. It tightened and slid along her flesh, eliciting a pleasured moan from her before slacking again. “You will never have that,” she informed Anari as she looked directly into her eyes. Eyes that showed the Amazonan exactly what she was missing. “But we have to go, I don’t want to be late for breakfast.”

Breakfast was surprisingly normal without the dessert-antics of last night. She waited for Draeck to suggestively ask her how she felt but he simply wished her a good morning and nothing more. The food was just as bland though which wasn’t helped by the fact that the foul taste in her mouth clung to ever bite she took. And after that came the memorial service which left Anari with a confusing mix of emotions.

They had gathered a personal item from every woman that had died, including the deceased Captain Yvain, and put it in an airlock. And after some hart-felled words from Colonel Scorpia the outer doors had opened. That Draeck had the gall to stand there and comfort the doctor was bad enough, but the sadness that was written all over him threw Anari for a loop.

He was the reason those women had died, but he obviously cared for them. And he didn’t seem to be angry with Captain Yvain either or especially hostile towards herself for that matter despite what had happened to him. So she had simply stood there, with a clothed Mei-Li guarding her, and mourned for those brave souls in the privacy of her own mind. She honored them as Amazonans and as victims, not the playthings that they were when they died.

Still, the service had given her food for thought. Something to distract her from the small nuisances still plaguing her body. And it worked too because after a while she felt better, great even. ‘Draeck doesn’t look that bad,’ Anari considered. ‘I wouldn’t mind him slipping his manhood into me. To draw it in slowly, feeling how my pussy strains to envelop him. His hands pulling at my hard nipples. Oh yes, just like...’ The nausea came back as her hand left the collar to fondle her breast and with a shiver she became aware of her surroundings again.

She gave her hand an accusing glare, before shuddering. ‘So I can do something about these symptoms if I caress the collar.’ She had done it unconsciously when she didn’t know that. But now that she knew how much better she could feel. ‘How long until I lie here all day long, stroking the collar while my mind dissolves into a pleasant fog? Just so I won’t have to feel like this.’ She guessed the answer was a lot sooner than she feared or hoped.

Last night’s dinner had ended on an equally bizarre, if different, tone as the previous one. This time Draeck was the dessert and so Anari sat there while the other women took their turn sucking the man off. He didn’t pay her any attention, never gave her a meaningful look that said he expected her in that position not before long. She went to bed hoping tomorrow would be better, she was disappointed.

A dull headache accompanied Anari’s ascent into consciousness. Her relief that the nausea and the bad taste were gone was short-lived when she tried to fill a glass with water. Her hand trembled, forcing her to concentrate on just keeping it still. It also made every sip an arduous task.

So when on top of that the commander was confronted with Yanara’s new, upbeat and sympathetic personality she got cranky. And the fact that happiness just rolled off of Yanara didn’t help Anari to cool down either. Breakfast itself wasn’t any better, every bite had to be taken slowly and deliberately or she was liable to stab herself with her fork.

Because of this, it was a fuming Amazonan commander that accompanied Draeck and Scorpia to the holo-tank. The holo-tank was used in peace as a place to chart a course and in war it was where the strategic planning took place. “If you think I am going to help you enslave the rest of my people, you are out of your mind!” Anari exploded as soon as she found out what their destination had been.

They both turned to look at the commander but she was just gathering steam. “Just because you brainwashed the rest to worship you,” her mind flashed back to last night. How the strict colonel had greedily slurped Draeck’s dick up, practically slobbering all over it like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. “Doesn’t mean I do. I refuse to stand by and watch how you plan on turning back the clock and make us slaves of men again.”

Draeck got a puzzled look but Anari watched flabbergasted as Scorpia’s straight face cracked into a smile. It grew to a chuckle that quickly developed into right-out laughter. “What did I say?” Anari asked.

Draeck spared the already recovering woman beside him a bemused look before addressing the question. “It’s not your fault really, I forgot you didn’t know what my plans are. My long-term plans that is.” He fell silent again, apparently collecting his thoughts before explaining.

“I’m not some anti-Sarah, I think people can get along with each other outside some master-servant relation. With my nanites I plan to bring equality, true equality, to the Amazonan nation. And make certain that nobody will ever suffer like I did. Be robbed of their identity like I was.”

“Which sounds great, coming from a guy that has a harem of women calling him Master,” sneered the redhead.

Draeck shrugged. “I don’t expect your people to make the transition willingly and I like it. But I took on a responsibility to them too when I did that. And I don’t trust anybody else with that, which makes me less noble and maybe even a hypocrite but can you honestly say that I am not treating them better than your people are treating any man they get?”

Anari glanced over at Colonel Scorpia. The differences were glaringly obvious. There was intelligence shining in those eyes and she had seen enough to know they had kept their initiative. It was just that they now wanted to please Draeck and share that with others. Compared to the shells the men back home were, Anari had to admit Scorpia and the others were better off.

‘But that’s not the only choice, they could be free too,’ she thought. “But you’re not going to be around forever. What happens to your victims after that,hmmm?”

Now Draeck smiled. “Actually, I will be around for, well not forever but a long time,” he said jovially. “The nanites, you see, they repair everything including my brain so my body will stay in its current condition for as long as I want. And the same thing applies to my girls, although I will be honest and say that I don’t plan on giving everybody this treatment. Some people will want to grow old and die and I’ll accommodate them.”

The commander’s face grew horrified but he kept going. “Of course something catastrophic could happen, like my body getting incinerated. But I already planned for that too. Every single nanite holds a part of a copy of my thought patterns and memories. It only takes a few thousand to create a complete copy and the nanites can easily make me a new body. So as long as one of my girls, these ships or even you exist, then so do I.”

Anari was speechless and Draeck didn’t push her. He just went back to business, plotting their take-over of one of the refueling stations Scorpia had mentioned what seemed a lifetime ago. The commander herself was dazed and didn’t say a word during the entire meeting. She had already planned on doing that but she originally thought she would pay more attention to what was said. As it was she missed quite a few details but there was one big flaw in the plan that she didn’t overlook even if Draeck did.

‘They’re planning on using the Panopea like a Trojan Horse, using the Hix nanites as the gift. But without me the women crewing that outpost will be very suspicious and if they do try to make me go along with their plan I will. Just long enough to reach the safety of the outpost,’ she resolved grimly.

Day three of her incarceration started as the worst, but there had been satisfying moments as well. Waking up wasn’t one of them.

The dull pressure in her head had changed into stabbing pain behind her burning eyes. Her body was constantly shivering and she was breaking out in a sweat. She felt lousy and sore, her muscles protesting the moment she stood up. Moving didn’t help as she had hoped it would so Anari had to be supported to the cafeteria.

Once there she felt bile rise up when her senses caught the first sign of food, something that hadn’t happened when she laboriously drank a glass of water. Anari caught everybody looking at her so she glared back at them before she began to eat. Her eyes kept flickering to the spot on the table in front of Draeck. But her gaze wasn’t aimed at the table but what it was blocking from her sight.

‘I could just get this over with, I can’t escape like this. I can barely walk.’ Her eyes traveled up and met the man’s, her resolve hardened. ‘No, screw him. I am not going down on my knees to blow him. The sicko, the pervert, the...’ she ranted. It helped, she actually felt a little better but the anger soon lost its hot fury. And with it came back all the sensations it had staved off so briefly.

“I think it is best if Yanara returned you to your room today. You are obviously in no condition to do anything,” Draeck informed her after breakfast.

She shot back, “you mean my cell, right?”

Draeck just shrugged. “It’s your choice.”

And so she had returned to her cell where all she could do was lie on her back and stare at the ceiling. There were some flexipads for her to read but after just a few minutes her eyes had stung so much she had to give that up. Her eyes drifted away from the ceiling and passed the digital clock on the wall, clearly visible from her position. She looked back at the clock as an idea hit her.

‘I could...’ she felt a little afraid. Like she was taking a step down some road and when she did, she might not be able to go back. ‘If I keep my eyes on the clock and concentrate, maybe I can use the collar. I just have to keep in mind to only stroke it for a few minutes.’

She wiggled around a little to make sure she was comfortable and then stared at the clock. Picturing the numbers it would have in ten minutes. ‘I have to stop then, need stop at 8:48. I need to lower my hand then.’ She kept that running through her mind as her hand crept up. Her heart was in her throat when her finger finally touched the slick silver and began ghosting over it.

A sigh escaped her as her breathing took on a gentle rhythm. Her muscles relaxed as if her body was immersed in a warm bath and her eyelids drooped. Her headache fled and in its place her mind was swaddled in silk, covering her memories and obscuring her thoughts. Yet still she watched the minutes pass on the digital clock, dimly aware she had to return her hand to her side very soon.

She blinked. ‘No...Not soon...Now...I have to lower my hand...What hand?...Left is at my side...The right hand is playing with that beautiful collar...So it’s the right one.’ She giggled at the double meaning of that last thought but when her finger left the metal ringlet it became a plaintive groan as all the bad memories and sensations slammed back into her awareness.

‘I knew I could do it,’ she triumphantly thought as she eyed the clock. ‘Draeck thought he had put a leash on me but I am the one in charge.’ She studied the clock for a moment. ‘I’ll wait half an hour and then I will give myself another treatment.’ Anari didn’t even notice her tongue wetting her lips or her heart fluttering in expectation.

She faithfully kept to that schedule until lunchtime approached. To make certain she would get through that she gave herself a session of twenty minutes that would end right about when Yanara brought her lunch. That meal wasn’t enjoyed communally. Once again the mere sight of food almost made her hurl but she toughened it out, ignoring Yanara’s attempt at conversation. She just wanted to get this over with and the woman gone so she could give herself another session to keep her food down.

The moment Yanara stepped out with the empty tray the commander’s hand eagerly returned to the smooth metal hugging her neck. For thirty minutes she was seated in a small stream of pleasure, the feeling pleasantly caressing and drenching her. But when she stepped out of that stream the real world was twice as harsh so after a bare ten-minute break she stepped back in. She bunched up her shirt to give her left hand access to her breast, exposing the soft mound to the stream.

A half-hour swiftly grew into a full hour while the breaks shrank to five minutes and then just a minute. Her hand was no longer satisfied with massaging her tit and was now slowly rubbing circles on her clit. Her climaxes were as gentle as the collar’s embrace, making the world seem that more wonderful.

She was sweaty and completely unaware of how late it was when Yanara stepped in to escort her to dinner. If she had come even a minute later she would have found Anari moaning on the bunk with a hand down her pants. She felt vaguely mortified about that but annoyance with the perky woman won out. ‘Couldn’t she have come just an hour later?’ the commander grumbled to herself.

She got up but didn’t go to Yanara right away. She first drank two glasses of water, she hadn’t noticed how thirsty she was until then. Anari didn’t waste pleasantries at dinner and simply shoveled the food in. ‘Just don’t pay attention to how you want to vomit, that will vanish as soon as you get back to your cell,’ the commander promised herself. ‘But I need to keep my strength up, I won’t last long if I don’t.’

This time she didn’t stay silent when Draeck announced that it was time for dessert. “I am not going to sit here and watch you lot have another orgy,” she bit out. “I’m going to my cell.” She didn’t wait for permission or help and got up. Yanara swiftly appeared on her side but Anari ignored her. Her mind was already in her cell, focussed on the silver collar around her neck.

As Anari woke up in her stained clothes her hand automatically traveled back to the collar. “No!” she cried when her still drowsy mind realized what she was about to do. She firmly tucked her hands underneath her armpits and stared at the wall as adrenaline boosted her from sleep into complete awareness in a heartbeat.

‘Oh fuck. Shit, you stupid, weak, little idiot. You couldn’t even keep it together for a day,’ she berated herself. The commander shuddered as disjointed images and thoughts from yesterday bubbled up. She hadn’t even pretended to take breaks after dinner, she had just lain there like an addict and let herself drift away without a care in the world.

She felt lousier than she did yesterday even though the sensations themselves were the same. She weathered them, accepted it as a fitting punishment for her lack of discipline.

After drinking several glasses of water she sat ramrod straight on the bed with her palms firmly resting on her knees. The redhead waited, her mind already made up on what to do. ‘I can’t do anything like this and the collar just offers the illusion of relief. I’ve been trying to navigate between Scylla and Charybdis but both are keeping me in place. I just hope that the cure isn’t worse than the disease.’

So when Diana helped her into the cafeteria she didn’t take her usual seat but kept going until she had reached the other side of the table and Draeck. She knelt before the man with impotent rage churning in her gut. But she had made her decision and didn’t hesitate even as she almost choked on the words.

“I need your semen,” she blurted out while looking at the floor.

“I know, I was the one who told you. What’s your point?”

That wasn’t the reply Anari had expected and her head shot up. “I’m on my knees here, begging for it. Isn’t that enough or do you enjoy seeing me squirm.”

Her words didn’t faze Draeck who kept a polite expression. “You didn’t actually ask for it,” he pointed out.

Can I have your semen?” she enunciated. “Please,” was added as an afterthought.

“Sure,” the infuriating man said. He twisted his chair around so that he faced her and Anari was already shifting her weight so that she could crawl to him when his next words stopped her in her tracks. “Mercada, come over here my dear.”

The busty doctor was clad in skin-tight shorts and a tube top that barely covered her jiggling breasts as she traipsed over to him. The blonde daintily lowered herself to her knees when she reached Draeck and without a word from him began to undo his gray pants. Anari had already noticed he seemed to take a perverse pleasure in wearing the clothes of an Amazonan slave. The only time he had worn something else was during the memorial service.

Mercada neatly fished out his already hardening member and began to lick it, all the while making certain Anari had a good view of what she was doing. The commander wasn’t a stranger to this kind of spectacle but she had never had this good a view of it nor was she certain where this was going. ‘Is she getting him hard for me or showing me how to do it or something else?’ Anari simply didn’t know.

So she stayed there and watched as Mercada’s head bobbed up and down with one of Draeck’s hands running through her hair. That Draeck was enjoying the blonde’s attention was no surprise but Anari was still amazed to note the look of pleasure on Mercada’s face.

Draeck didn’t even give a verbal warning that he was about to cum but Mercada knew anyway. She locked her lips around his tip and stroked him to completion. “I know you don’t want to get it straight from the source, not yet anyway, so I will let someone else do that for you.” At those words Mercada stood up and walked to the still kneeling Anari.

She was mesmerized by the white trail dribbling from a corner of the doctor’s mouth. Already she could feel her headache lessen and her stomach beginning to settle. She stopped squinting, something she hadn’t even noticed she was doing before then.

Mercada took her head in her hands and bent over, giving her a passionate kiss that Anari answered. She was relieved to find the taste to be nothing particular good, just a bit salty although not exactly bad either. She had been afraid Draeck had done something to her to make his cum taste really good but that was not a danger.

She swallowed and the symptoms disappeared, like someone had thrown a switch. But she kept kissing to get every little bit, afraid that if she didn’t the symptoms would return and concerned that the relief was temporary. That it would end with the kiss.

And then the blonde ended it for her, pulling back with a big smile and only then did Anari realize everybody had been watching her. Had seen everything. But she refused to show her embarrassment and simply stood up to make her way to her seat. Without looking at anybody she began attacking her breakfast. ‘I should have done this yesterday,’ she berated herself. She peaked around the table noticing two pairs of eyes on her. ‘And somewhere more private.’

“Alright Yanara, time to get underway,” Draeck announced once breakfast was finished. The Amazonan nodded and left the table at once.

Anari blinked at the announcement, then frowned. “Were you waiting for me to crack before getting underway?” she inquired indignantly.

The man gave her a grin, apparently completely unaware of her anger. “Not really. We needed time to make some modifications to our ships as well as training our new additions to the family in operating the Erato. But that you stopped procrastinating is good too.” He stood up. “Now come along, I have a use for you now that you are feeling better.”

Anari stood up but before she could tell him where to stuff his use, Draeck had already walked out of the cafeteria and she had no choice but to follow him and Scorpia. “Just because I’m not fighting this ludicrous addiction you gave me anymore doesn’t mean I will do whatever the hell you want.” And she kept going in a similar vain till they reached their destination.

Only then did Draeck speak. “You get to hurt me.” Those words shut her up. “I know martial arts thanks to the knowledge I gained from my girls, especially Scorpia, but even with the help of the nanites my body isn’t truly used to fighting like that,” he clarified. “So I want to spar with you because unlike the others you won’t feel bad about hurting me. So don’t hold back. Well, not much. I want you to refrain from any killing moves.”

Now it was Anari’s turn to grin and she quickly stepped on to the mat and assumed the standard ready stance of ‘Celer Macto’. Draeck followed after shedding off his shirt. To her dismay she recognized his style as a perfect example of ‘Durus Macto’, a variation of the one she was using that was more suited to those who had a heavier physique.

Anari didn’t say anything, she simply attacked. A feint left Draeck out of balance and a sweep combined with a palm strike knocked him off his feet. But Draeck wasn’t put out by the ease of his defeat and just got up again. She didn’t want to be predictable so this time she didn’t feint but simply launched a swift flurry of kicks and jabs.

This time Draeck blocked some but the rest got through and once again it ended with him lying on the mat. “’I know martial arts’,” the redhead mimicked. “I’m still waiting on you to prove it.”

“I will see what I can do to make this more interesting for you,” he replied as he got back up.

“Sure you will,” Anari told her and she immediately followed it up with an attack. But this time Draeck was there to meet it, turning her feint into his counterattack and in short order it was Anari who was looking at the ceiling. Spurred on by this she redoubled her efforts, using every trick she knew of and it got her several satisfying bruises that unfortunately faded away far too quickly. But Draeck was learning and more and more of her attacks were blocked while she managed to deflect and evade less and less of his own assaults.

And then Draeck caught her completely by surprise by switching styles in mid-fight, suddenly copying her own moves and executing them faster than she herself could. And he was still stronger too. The fight now became one-sided and the fact that Draeck was being careful not to really hurt her only made her angrier.

Until now she had limited herself to non-lethal moves but she was past caring what would happen if she tried to kill him.

In the heat of the moment she even forgot their conversation of two days ago about his supposed immortality and simply moved to strike. Her muscles turned to jelly as her mind was suddenly lifted off into the stratosphere by pleasure. It was like a rocket had been strapped to her mind that launched her up and away. But it sputtered out just before she escaped the attraction of her body and her mind could free fall into climax. And then the pleasure receded and dragged her mind back with it.

Next thing she knew she was clinging to Draeck with her face buried in his chest. ‘His sweaty, very naked chest that was sporting some nice muscles.’ Anari jumped away like she had touched a live wire.

Draeck studied her. “You tried to kill me,” he concluded. “The collar gives different punishments for different things,” he clarified at Anari’s surprised look. Then he frowned. “Strange, I would think the increased survival-instincts would have kicked in by now.”

Anari’s heart was racing, her body only now catching up with the pleasure her mind had been subjected to and demanding she finished it. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I tinkered a little with your mind after all. Just to ensure you wouldn’t think of anything suicidal. I mean, you haven’t thought of suicide to escape your predicament right?”

Anari stared at Draeck’s smug, superior, know-it-all smile that she just wanted to wipe of his face. ‘He can’t be right, I’m just not wired that way. I was never a quitter, was I?’ She swallowed as she realized that Draeck could very well make her believe anything. She got angry again, a temporary safeguard against the rising fear. The doubt that she was a puppet after all even as she refused to believe it. She needed to prove him wrong. “No, you’re lying. I’m going to warn the outpost. So there!” And she could kick herself the moment the words left her lips.

But Draeck seemed to be mulling her words over for a moment, apparently not certain what she meant right away. “Oh, you mean you thought I was going to use you to captain the Panopea for the first part of the plan. No, that was never in the cards.”

“But, they will never let her dock without a captain and they’ll know I was supposed to be the one commanding her.”

Now the guy was grinning. “And an Anari will be in command, just not you. Scorpia, if you please.”

“What do you mean, a me?” Anari asked but her eyes were already centering on Scorpia who had closed her eyes in concentration. The commander could hear a muted crackling as her face began to morph. Before her eyes the intelligence officer’s skin-tone became a little lighter and her hair changed to red, red like Anari’s. And then Scorpia opened her eyes and Anari found herself looking in two familiar brown orbs. She was looking at herself.

Captain Anea was busy finishing up her monthly assessment-report about the two new Intelligence officers she was manning the refueling-outpost with. This would just be their first test, to see how well their discipline held under isolation. And they needed people to crew these things which was an easy job, their best defense was the fact nobody knew they were there.

All of these refueling-stations were hidden away in the unguarded outback of other nations. Systems that were considered of too little value to properly patrol and they were not always uninhabited. Take the system they were in at the moment. Nominally it belonged to the Thornburgers, but the small colony on the second world only had a few hundred thousand inhabitants and there was only one sentinel-satellite in orbit. Enough to get a warning of if anybody dropped by but a solar system is very big and you can only see into hyper when you’re in hyper.

So if you were a little careful you could quite easily hide away something in the outer system like a refueling-station in the Oort cloud. Plenty of fuel right there, you just had to bring in the tools to mine and process it. But riding herd on one was mind-numbing boredom for the most part, despite the relative closeness of the enemy. ‘Which means that the poor sap who gets stuck with command can wait a while on a promotion unless something unanticipated happens. And surprises are not good in this line of work.’

Anea was actually cut out for the work. She wasn’t very good at undercover work or anything like that but she was a very good commander and Intelligence needed all sorts of talent. Experienced too, at 38 already she was the veteran of three wars. But where her previous assignments had given her the feeling she had actually contributed something, this one just left her cold. In the year she had been here only two ships had visited, one of which was the planned resupply drop.

And there wasn’t even much commanding to be done. Given there were only three women and someone had to be in the control room at all times meant that usually one would be asleep, one was off-duty and the last was actually stuck on command. At the moment that was Anea while Nari and Yngrid were eating. Which brought her back tot he report in front of her. ‘These stationpods really are multi-functional, one press of the button and you can either check the status of the fusion reactor or make a report. Comfy seating too.’

The blearing of the alarm yanked her wandering mind back to business. It was being played in every room of the outpost so after a few seconds Nari and the Yngrid entered command as well and threw themselves in their pods. By then the captain’s pod had already sealed shut and the Amazonan inside had punched up an image of the new arrival.

“Target is an Amazonan vessel, Nereid-class,” Anea identified. “According to its transponder it’s the Panopea, its coming in on the correct trajectory and speed. Get ready to blast it out of the sky if it doesn’t hail us...now,” but it kept following procedure. ‘Which is good, the chance to see a new face is a precious luxury out here.’

On her screen a redheaded commander appeared. “Refueling-outpost G-74, this is Commander Anari commanding the Panopea. I request permission to dock and to take on fuel.”

The station’s computer automatically accessed its files pertaining to the Panopea and Commander Anari and was able to confirm that she was who she said she was. Anea was about to grant her request when Yngrid asked for the captain’s attention. “Just a moment while we verify a few things, Commander. It’s procedure, you know how it is.”

A corner of the commander’s lips went up a little. “Yes, I do. I just got a fresh reminder of it too. We’ll wait here, Anari out.”

And with those words the image was replaced with Yngrid’s blue-eyed face. “Captain, the Intelligence AI on board the Panopea piggybacked a report on the signal. Apparently the Panopea discovered something valuable to the Amazonan nation and is now under orders to bring it back. We are to debrief them, store half their cargo, copy the data they retrieved and give them all the aid they ask for.”

Anea rolled her eyes. “And of course it doesn’t say exactly what this is all about in the first place. Sometimes we take security a little too far. But who asks me? Nobody, that’s who.” She contacted the ship again. “I just got confirmation, you can come in. And I was led to understand you have something for us. Something that needs safekeeping.”

Anari nodded, she ordered someone off-screen to bring the ship in before returning her attention to Anea. “Yes, the AI just gave us our orders too. How do you want to play this?”

“Me and my crew will debrief your crew first while you give our computer a copy of the relevant data. Can you handle the cargo on your own or do you need a hand?”

The commander shook her head. “Fits in the palm of my hand, I’ll bring it along when I come aboard. I take it you want to sweat me once you’ve gone over everything with my crew?”

Now it was Anea’s turn to nod. “Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.”

“Oh, I hope not too gentle,” Anari shot back before closing the channel. ‘Was she flirting?’ the Intelligence officer wondered.

They were in their stationpods again, watching the Panopea move away before entering hyper. ‘A lost research ship, Hix nanites and a crew that had apparently gone insane. Oh yeah, they’re flying straight for an instant-promotion with that kind of a coup.’ She remembered how happy all of the crew was, relaxed and looking forward to going home. ‘But I got one of those nanites now too!’ Anea consoled herself. Not the same as finding them but getting it safely back to Amazonan hands would get her mentioned.

And the Panopea had given them a welcome, if brief, change of routine. ‘But it was over all too soon, now we’re back to the grindstone.’ She pushed the button that would open the canopy and was already calling up the report she had been working on before all the excitement when her brain informed her that she hadn’t heard the canopy actually open. A quick check confirmed that it was still closed and pushing the button some more didn’t help either.

Anea looked out to see if Nari and Yngrid had the same problem and it was clear that they did. “Computer, override the seal on my pod. Authorization-code, Bullcrap.”

The soothing voice of the computer responded without delay. “I am sorry Anea, but I cannot do that. You have not yet accepted your total obedience to Master.”

For a moment the words held no meaning to her, they were that unexpected. “What?” And even after she understood the sentence, she had no idea what the AI was talking about.

“Please, do not be alarmed,” the AI continued. “You have no hope to resist this. And once you surrender yourself to Him you will feel so much better.”

Finally her hands flew to the controls but they went dark before she had even touched them. From her peripheral vision she caught movement at her feet. Anea looked down and watched as a silver liquid began to come out of the floor. On closer inspection the captain realized that the silvery substance wasn’t acting like a liquid after all, it was clawing up the walls and then it began streaming up her legs.

Panic gripped her for a second and she tried to kick it off, only succeeding in planting her feet deeper into the stuff. ‘Calm down. You’re in your skinsuit, remember? The stuff can’t get in and you can survive for a few days in it.’ She shivered at the knowledge where her water would come from for that time.

Adrenaline was now uselessly surging through her system, prepping her body for a fight against something that she couldn’t hurt.

Her thoughts were racing, looking for a way out of this predicament until they came to a screeching halt at her force baton. She had already whipped it out when she realized that she didn’t have the strength to smash the clear covering of the canopy nor could she shoot herself out of the pod. The effectors would just bounce off of it and quite possibly kill her.

The choice was taken away from her when a glob of the liquid launched itself at the baton, quickly covering it and startling Anea so much that she dropped it. It fell into the goop that was now coming to her shins and covering her up to her waist. Her mind grew numb as she couldn’t come up with any way to escape. All she could do was sit there and watch it cover more and more of her.

Her only solace was the knowledge that there was still something between her and the mercury-like substance now racing to cover the rest of her. She took a look at Yngrid’s pod and saw that she too was being covered by the silvery liquid. Her movements were frantic as she tried to brush it off, only succeeding in getting it on her hands too.

Before her sight was blocked Anea witnessed Yngrid’s arms calmly resting themselves on the chair’s arms. At the same time she felt her own body being positioned into a comfortable position as well. Next she felt something cold move against her skin, it was slick and warming up where it touched her body. ‘Oh shit.’

She couldn’t actually see but she was certain that the liquid was dissolving her suit. Which opened some grim possibilities on what it would do with softer materials like her flesh. She could feel the plumbing attachments leave her body, felt them sink back into something. But they were swiftly replaced by something smooth and cold that inflated after entering her.

And then it was on her face, slithering through her hair. She squashed her first impulse to scream not wanting to give the stuff an easy way in. Anea didn’t think it would suffocate her but there was no way to tell as it finished conforming to the shape of her head.

She couldn’t tell when it was finished but she slowly realized that she couldn’t feel anything. There was no light, no sound, no smells nor could see even feel anything like heat or cold. She couldn’t lift a finger, the only movement she was still allowed was breathing.

The only thing she could still feel was the press of the substance now covering her. Or at least, she thought she could still feel it. It was hard to tell if she was actually still feeling it or just remembered how it felt. Anxiety spurred her breathing to go faster but to her horror it wouldn’t, it just kept going at the relaxed pace and Anea discovered she had no control on even that small aspect of her body.

It didn’t matter if she closed her eyes or not, she was in the dark. Lost in a warm, comfortable void that seemed timeless. Anea wished she could scream but she didn’t even have enough room for that.

“All hail the conquering hero,” Anari grouched behind Draeck as they stepped onto the outpost.

“Are you now the slave reminding me that I am only mortal?” Draeck asked as he turned around. “Or maybe my court-jester?” he suggested with a smile. Anari gave him a death glare but kept quiet. Draeck sighed in disappointment and began walking towards command. “Oh, come on. You can smile if you want to, nobody’s going to get hurt.”

The outpost was small so they were already entering the circular room when the commander answered. “I am not going to act like everything is okay when you just hijacked one of our outposts. Not to mention the fact what you’ve done to me,” she finished with a blush. She was distracted from giving the man a piece of her mind by her first glimpse of the inside of one of the pods.

“What the hell...” Inside of it was what looked like a silver statue made to look like a naked woman. It looked a little abstracted due to the fact that its face was a featureless oval with a slight bump where the nose was supposed to be. The only clue that it was a living person was the blonde hair that was sticking out of its head. It wasn’t moving and even after looking very closely for over a minute she couldn’t tell if the person was breathing. “Are they still alive?” she asked in a small voice.

“Oh yes,” was his breezy answer. “This was just to preserve them until I got here,” Draeck clarified. He continued in a softer voice, “and to soften them up.”

Anari was relieved to find she was still horrified that yet more Amazonans had fallen victim to Draeck. And saddened by the fact she could do no more for them. She also felt resentment that these three wouldn’t share in her sadness before long but she suppressed that. It wasn’t their fault they would be very happy in a few minutes time, it was his. “So now what?”

“Now I will finish what has been started,” he said as he moved to the center of the room. He sat himself down cross-legged with his back to Anari. “You’re welcome to watch, although there won’t be anything to see.”

Anea didn’t know how long she had been alone, in the soundless void. She had tried to imagine being somewhere else, feeling the sun on her face while lying on a grassy knoll. But the fantasy had been faded and the darkness kept intruding, fragmenting and dissolving the daydream. There was no time here, no night or day to tell her how long she had been there. Her life in the Amazonian navy seemed like it had happened to someone else, leaving her unsure of what kind of a person the woman behind the uniform was.

Something began to change, the darkness began to take form and give way to light. Anea still couldn’t keep track of time so she couldn’t tell how much time passed before she was confronted with the apparent source of the light. ‘A slave? Why the hell would I think of that now?’ she wondered. A second look belied her identification, the man before her wore the gray clothes of one but his eyes were too lucid for him to be a slave. There was intelligence and willpower behind that gaze.

“Who are you?” she asked, immediately realizing it was rather stupid to ask a figment of one’s own imagination that.

He answered anyway. “Me? I’m your master. Nice to finally meet you Anea.”

The woman ogled the man incredulously. “Are you insane! I’m an Amazonan, we don’t bow...” As she talked the light dimmed again and the man who called himself master began to fade away. She could feel the void pressing down on her, smothering her in absolute nothingness. Her already shaky grip on her professionalism collapsed. “No, wait. Come back. Please?”

To her relief he did and he brought the light with him. Her nipples buzzed in excitement that he wouldn’t be leaving her. ‘Wait a sec, buzzing nipples?’ Anea reflexively tried to look down to see what was going on, momentarily forgetting she couldn’t move a muscle. But her nubs were definitely being stimulated, underscoring the man’s aborted exit.

“Are you doing that?” the Amazonan blurted out.

“Doing what?” was the innocent response.

But Anea wasn’t willing to play along. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about my girls, including their name.”

Anea wanted to tell him she wasn’t his girl but the danger that he would really leave held her back so once again she cast her mind out to find another subject. “Can you get me out of here?”

The man tilted his head a little in wonder. “But why would you want out of your suit? Doesn’t my gift make you feel good?”

The mentioning of a suit sparked a memory. The sight of the silvery substance oozing over her, conforming to her body as it covered her from head to toe. But before Anea could say anything more she mentally gasped as something flexed in her pussy and anus. At the same time something began to gently vibrate against her clit, fixing her attention firmly on her body.

The distinction between her mind and body had become a little blurry before the guy had visited her but it was crystal clear now. Her mind was being visited by somebody who called himself her master and said he had been responsible for her current situation. Her body was gently being played with by something that covered her from head to toe.

She wished she could groan as the things invading her orifices began to inflate a little more, slowly stretching her pussy and asshole till she felt stuffed. When they stopped with thickening the two rods began to vibrate, adding to her arousal. Her body tried uselessly to move in an attempt to express the pleasure it was experiencing, that she was experiencing. But she couldn’t do anything. She could only sit there, completely motionless, and simply let it wash over her, straight into her mind.

Her universe had been vast and empty, now it was small and filled with the pleasure her body was experiencing. Anea was dimly aware of master, no the guy, in her mind. But that was everything she could do as the pleasure built up, pushing her to orgasm. Once again time lost meaning. There was only pleasure and the climax she was building to, a pinnacle that seemed to move as well just so it could stay out of her reach.

Anea wished she could move, grind her clit against something or let her fingers help the vibrators. The suit, however, kept her in place. “Please,” she asked to no one in particular.

“Please what?” a voice asked.

Sensing the source of that voice could get her release Anea mustered her thoughts, enough at least to comprehend what was being said to her and respond. “Please, I need to cum. I need it so bad.”

“Of course you do, but I only help my girls to cum.” The man explained reasonably.

It was so hard to think through the thick pleasure sloshing in her mind. She had to parse every sentence and it took even more time to formulate a response. But at least her goal was clear, she had to cum. “Can I be your girl?”

“I don’t know,” was his response. “Becoming my girl means surrendering yourself to me, trusting me. Acknowledging your complete devotion and love for me. Can you?”

Something began to trouble Anea even as her mind was frothing with pleasure. Far too slowly for the captain’s taste her training came back, the training that was supposed to let her resist this kind of mental intrusions. She hoisted her mind out of the sea of bliss that was drowning her thoughts and clambered onto those reflexive mental barriers as if it were a raft. She had barely let out a mental sigh of relief when with a lurch she suddenly found herself somewhere else.

She was indeed on a raft, a rickety one made of a few skinny logs latched together with little care. But what made the entire thing absurd was the fact that the raft was floating in a pool behind a nondescript mansion. The sun was hanging in a clear blue sky. Between the mansion and the pool were three pool chairs, two of them occupied by naked women who were looking at her while furiously masturbating.

It took Anea a second to recognize them as both women had an odd metallic shine to their skin. Yngrid’s blond hair was plastered to her gleaming skin as her hands explored her pussy and asshole. Anea could see everything because her legs were planted as far apart as Yngrid could manage. Nari was in a similar pose, but one of her hands was squeezing her right tit while she tried to stuff four fingers in her twat.

The sight stunned her but it wasn’t the only reason she stayed on the raft. That other reason was that the water had a definite silvery sheen to it and the man who called himself master was lounging in it. He was leaning against the wall. She looked down into the ‘water’ again but her eyes shot back up when she realized that he wasn’t wearing anything. She wasn’t wearing anything either but she refused to show any discomfort in front of her captor.

“Who the hell are you?” the intelligence officer demanded again now that her mind had remembered her duty. “What the hell did you do with them?” and pointed at her subordinates. Their pleasure-filled groans were now reaching her, but it only made her more anxious.

“I am the whirlwind,” he retorted with a smirk. Anea just blinked at the answer and with an eye roll the guy began to explain. “This whole place is a metaphor so I am just playing by the rules of the setting. Take your raft for example.”

Captain Anea eyed her craft warily, “what about it?”

“It represents the training that kept you from saying yes, it’s those pesky mental reflexes that are supposed to help you keep Amazonan secrets from falling into enemy hands. Of course that’s just the logs, the rope is your own determination and the reason you’re not on the third chair,” he finished.

“You mean...” and Anea cut herself off. Hoping that if she didn’t say it, it wouldn’t be true. The man wasn’t going to let her keep her illusions though.

“They’re my girls now and enjoying the rewards that come with that. They are here to welcome you into the fold once you join them.”

‘Once, not if,’ a dispassionate part of her mind noted. “And what does the water represent,” she asked. ‘The longer I stall him the more time I have to think this through. There has to be an out, some sort of exit.’

The man cupped his hand and lifted it up so he could pour some of the liquid back into the pool. Sunlight played through it making it sparkle as bubbles formed where the small stream hit the water. “That ocean of pleasure you were drowning in just before you got here. You didn’t think that had just vanished into thin air, did you? It’s still there, wracking through your body. Setting it aflame with the need for release.”

Anea shivered as the words conjured up those recent memories, but before she could get lost in them the noise of rope snapping pulled her mind back to the present. She watched horrified as one of the logs drifted away from her raft, slowly sinking as the silvery water dissolved it into a mass of tinkling bubbles.

“I could come over there and pull you in but I think you would enjoy it more if you sank into it slowly. If you surrendered yourself inch by inch.”

Panic barely restrained by a determination not to give up rose within her. She eyed the pool, mentally calculating which side was the closest although that wasn’t too difficult to figure out. The pool was a simple rectangle and she was practically in the middle of it but a bit closer to the side directly opposite of the wall master was leaning against.

Anea’s mind froze for a moment when she realized she had thought of the guy as master. ‘Right, no time to waste then.’ She had no idea what would happen if she came into contact with the water but just waiting there wouldn’t prevent it, merely delay it so she plunged her right arm into it and began paddling to shore.

It wasn’t until her arm was submerged up to the elbow that the sensation hit her. A warm caress that enveloped both her lower arm and her mind eliciting a groan from the captain. More drops of water landed on her legs and she unwittingly parted them a little even as another log began to dissolve.

With each stroke of her arm she got a little closer to safety while her raft got smaller and smaller. The droplets that landed on her began to link together to cover more and more of her skin. But Anea ignored it; too drunk on the delicious pleasure coating her body to doubt she would reach safety.

With a final lunge she threw herself forward as the last two logs fell apart beneath her. She managed to keep her head above water and her hands hit the pool deck which she used to pull upper body above the silvery liquid. But instead of pulling herself up and out of the water she rested her head sideways on the pool deck and helplessly mewled as the water plucked and nibbled on her hungry pussy. Anea’s voice joined Nari’s and Yngrid’s in their lust-filled chorus as her eyes drank in the sight of the two Amazonans pleasuring themselves. Their skin had become even more metallic, slowly attaining the same beautiful silver that was now covering most of Anea’s own body.

She didn’t react to the sound of the guy swimming towards her, but that changed when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her into his naked flesh. She threw her head and to the side so she could rub it against him and offer her neck to his lips all the while keeping her eyes trained on her fellow Amazonans. But it wasn’t enough for her so she tried to lift herself up high enough that she could impale herself on his erection.

After two failed attempts she finally succeeded only to be stopped just as she lowered herself. A pitiful whine escaped her as she couldn’t muster the mental coherence necessary to form words. Sentences were simply an alien concept to her now, there was only the reality of the liquid silver painting her body and melting her mind until it dripped down her legs to pool at her feet. The only thing that was solid in her reality was Master.

He stopped planting kisses on her exposed neck and whispered hotly into her ear. “I told you I only help my girls to cum. What did I tell you about my girls?”

At first Anea ignored him and just tried to push down, but he was strong and she had little leverage in her current position. Somehow she managed to calm enough to think about his words, to dredge her memories for the clues she needed for her release. ‘His girls, something about surrendering.’ Her need-fogged mind locked on to that last word, surrender. ‘So I need to surrender to cum,’ she concluded unconcerned that you surrendered something to someone. ‘It can’t be more important than what I need right now!’

Instead she jumped to the important question of how to surrender, something that became all the more important when Master began to teasingly plunge a single digit into her overheated sex. The surface of the silvery water was now an ever-changing map of hills and valleys, reflecting the sun’s rays in a completely random pattern. It was this light that drew Anea’s attention away from the spectacle on the pool chairs and suddenly it clicked.

‘He said I had surrendered once I sank, but I didn’t. I kept my face above water and it still isn’t completely covered.’ Some droplets had fallen on her face and covered small parts of it but most wasn’t and she knew exactly which parts weren’t. Because those parts only felt the cold, empty warmth of the sun rather than the scorching pleasure of the silvery liquid hugging so much of her.

Without further thought or ceremony she let herself fall forward into the pool. The small drop seemed to take ages, enough time to realize that she hadn’t escaped after all. That she had failed her duty as an officer and that she was about to surrender her very being to someone she was taught to revile and hate. Enough time to recognize she didn’t care about it anymore. To find that it was not regret coursing through her conscience, but anticipation.

Her head broke through the surface and her body followed until she was floating facedown in the water. Her eyes rolled up as the silvery liquid poured over her, into her. Then He plunged into her without warning and she came, every muscle going taut as Anea tried to draw in air and instead swallowed the liquid silver.

But instead of spluttering or coughing another orgasm hit her as she felt the fluid traveling down her throat, filling her lungs with delight and banishing the frantic need that had comprised her reality only a few moments ago. Her body relaxed and she floated there, her mind completely focussed on the bliss suffusing her. She held her breath, not to stop from drowning but to keep this delectation going for as long as she could.

And then she exhaled, spilling out her old wants and needs. Letting go of her fear and hate until Anea sunk to the bottom of the pool while she kept floating close to the surface. A thought fleeted through her mind, wondering who she was now but the bliss was too important to let herself be distracted like that.

Strangely enough she didn’t feel any anger or disappointment when Master lifted her back up out of the water. She knew that bliss hadn’t left her, it was coating her body even now. And when he lifted her up until his dick almost slipped out of her she still didn’t lose that contentedness. But it did add a need to it, one that only grew when he thrust back into her.

She happily cooed as He ploughed into her. Anea looked down her body to where they met, marveling at the silver perfection that she now was. Smooth, yielding and completely His.

It had taken less than a minute for Anari to grow bored just watching Draeck sit there. So she had turned to the pods to examine her fellow captives starting with the blond one. But there was little more to see so she had moved to a different pod to compare them.

The one she was now looking at had black hair but apart from that was eerily similar to the blond-haired statue. Oh, there were some differences in the build but the spotless metal covering them smoothed those over. Anari was just about to turn away when the silver rippled.

The metal encasing the woman seemed to tighten around her, or maybe the covering simply became thinner. Whatever was happening, the result was that the captive’s appearance became more individualistic. The nose actually became visible as the featureless oval turned into a mask with clearly visible cheeks and forehead. There was still no indication of lips or eyelids but the difference was marked. Lower down the breasts jutted forward and stiff nipples rose up from them. A simple circle engraved around the nubs represented the aureoles.

Any further inspection was cut short by the hiss of the stationpod unsealing. Anari backed away a little as the canopy rose and swung up. She moved even further away when the pod’s occupant rose up and stepped out of the pod in one fluid motion. A move made all the more spooky by the fact that her eyes were still covered. She could now see what was below the silvery woman’s waste. Between her legs was a simple slit engraved where her pussy was and on her feet the individual toes were visible, giving an indication of how thin the covering was.

Anari followed the silver woman as she purposefully moved to where Draeck was now standing, she noted that the other two had left their pods and were approaching the man as well. They were still roughly two steps away from Draeck when their masks melted away and the faces beneath them were horrifying.

Eyes filled with joy and blissed-out smiles that made Anari want to puke. ‘So he’s got three more toys now, huh?’ The three women encircled Draeck and proceeded to rub themselves against him, thanking him for taking away their free will.

And then one of them looked over at Anari. “Master, why haven’t you given her a new suit?”

“Because I like to give each and every one of my girls something special. So your new suit is just for the three of you, Anari here has something else.”

“Yeah, my free will you sick pervert,” Anari shot back. “But why don’t I leave you alone so you can play with your dolls!” And with those words she bolted out of the room.

‘I can’t take this, I just can’t.’ Those were Anari’s thoughts as she left command. ‘Seeing Amazonan after Amazonan fall. And they are all so damn happy about it, ecstatic that they’re property.’ A shudder went through her even as she squashed the first stirrings of jealousy.

She climbed the ladder now the next, upper deck. ‘And how long until I crack? Or, more likely, until Draeck looses interest and makes me like the rest? Turn me into a happy, little fuck toy. Someone that follows him around with one hand diddling her slit and another stroking her collar.’ She barely stopped her hand from touching said collar. But she couldn’t stop the thrill she got at the image.

The feeling of being a rat trapped in a maze grew stronger as she stalked through the corridor. ‘A way out, I need a way...’ Her eyes landed on a hatch with a yellow band with black stripes around it. It was a standard design that every Amazonan outpost had, an escape-pod. Capable of opening one window into hyper with enough of the essentials to keep six people alive for two weeks.

Licking her lips she weighed the odds. The pod’s systems and launcher were all completely independent from the outpost’s systems. And there was no need to waste nanites on suborning the pod when nobody would get the change to escape when they still had the desire to do so. Draeck himself was busy right now enjoying his spoils and the escape pod was designed to escape detection once it was launched. Panopea was docked on the other side of the station so they couldn’t react fast enough to stop her from getting into hyper. And once there... ‘Oh fuck it, I am just wasting time.’

She gripped the handle and turned it. Not waiting for the lid to raise completely she just dove inside and rolled to the controls. She also didn’t bother resetting its destination and just punched in the short sequence that would initiate launch.

Pete was busy celebrating with Anea, Nari and Yngrid. Right now it was Nari who was lying on her back on the closed pod, the nanite suit providing more than enough grip so he didn’t need to worry she would fall off. The AI called it to his attention the moment the launch of the escape pod was detected. But he didn’t let it upset his rhythm and kept pounding into the moaning woman even as another part of his mind did a quick headcount.

Before the pod could open a window to hyper he already knew who was in it. His thoughts flying with the speed of light he went through the various scenario’s he could see unfolding and then he acted.

He watched through the outposts ‘eyes’ as the pod jumped into hyper when he was contacted by Mei-Li. “Master, someone launched an escape pod. We couldn’t stop it.” Her worry reverberated through the mind-link they shared.

Pete responded with soothing thoughts as well as a peek at what he was doing right now. He could feel her worry being smoothed over before her mind began to bubble with arousal. “Don’t worry, my dear. I know who was in it and more importantly, I know who will step out of it.” Pete guessed Anari had forgotten what she was carrying around.

Nari cried out as the muscles of her pussy contracted around him, trying to draw him in even deeper. ‘I hope the Amazonan navy will like my little present. I know I will.’