The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Note:

This is the second part of “Jane’s Mission”, a story taht was originally disigned not to have a further part. Although I’m not quite happy with the sequel, it’d be a pity not to have it published though. So if you haven’t already read the first part, pleaso do so because it contains vital information for this one.

Please—again—bear in mind that my native language is not English, but German. Thus there may be some mistakes. Sorry for that.

Any resemblance with any real persons, places and events is purely coincidental. And please: This is adult content and pure fiction. Don’t try any of this in real life. And in case you can’t stand any erotic, humiliating or slightly violent content, please don’t proceed.

I’m looking forward to any comments, suggestions for linguistic improvement or questions: ! But now enjoy the story.

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Jane’s Mission – Part 2

=1=

Mike slowly opened the wooden box in front of him. He removed the cover and put it aside. Then he put his hands in the masses of Styrofoam pieces and tried to grab what he was looking for. There were no pricks of conscience as he freed the doll’s torso from the packaging material and caressed its huge, nearly human-like tits. Mike had been married to his wife Kim for many years now, but their sex life had become rather dull, Kim had had several affairs and even now on a business trip for three days, Mike didn’t think she might keep her eyes, hands and whatsoever off her colleagues. So he had ordered this ultimate sex doll from a new online shop. They promised a unique experience with the latest doll technology: nearly human and interactive due to a special kind of artificial intelligence.

Mike lifted the rather heavy doll out of the box and put it gently on the floor. Then he looked at the doll’s face and smiled. He moistened his lips and kissed the doll’s mouth opening. After that he sat back and looked at the doll.

“Well, that’s not what I though of...” Mike mumbled to himself disappointedly.

Suddenly the doll’s eyes flashed and the doll moved. Instantly it went on her knees, put its long fake hair back over one shoulder and reached out for Mike’s trousers’ zipper.

“Wow... hey, uhm... easy, easy. Just slow down a bit,” he said to the doll and then shook his head, “Oh boy, I’m talking to a love doll....”

But the doll had already opened Mike’s pants and freed his cock from his shorts. Quickly his member grew in the doll’s soft rubber hands. The doll just looked up at Mike and nodded as if it had understood what he’d just said. Then the doll lowered her head again and put her soft and round lips over his erect cock and let it slide deeply into its mouth. Inside her throat the cock was massaged by the soft rubber tissue and Mike breathed quickly, lay down on his back, grabbed the doll’s fake hair and hissed:

“Yes, ... go on ... go on... my little doll .... uhmmm.... yes! That ... that’s what I was thinking of!” And the doll lifted and lowered its head quicker and quicker. Mike couldn’t believe what was happening. That doll sucked the hell out of him... and he finally came.

“Yeeeeessss...... oh yeah! Yeah!” he screamed, grabbed the doll’s head and thrust his cock deeper into its mouth. Then the doll got up with Mike’s cum slowly running out of a corner of its mouth. It looked around, then went to the kitchen, got a paper towel and cleaned its still open mouth.

When it returned, Mike lay on the floor with his hands on his stomach, moaning because of the pain inside of him. When he spotted the doll he looked at it with a desperate and helpless look in his eyes: “What ... uhm ... what have you done... to ... m—“. But all of a sudden his mind went blank, he lay his head back on the floor, his hair fell out, his skin slowly took on colour and shape of a love doll’s and Mike’s mouth formed a round and soft opening. When finally his very erect cock had grown 2 additional inches and had also become rubber-like, Mike began to move again. He – or rather the doll he’d become – stood up right in front of the female doll and undressed completely. Nothing could be heard, but something must have been communicated between both of them. The Mike-doll finally nodded and went over to the sleeping-room and lay on the large bed. The female doll vacuumed the living-room’s floor and then joined her mate in the sleeping-room. It produced a small card and

put it on the male doll’s chest. Then it switched off all the lights, left the house and got in a black car with shaded windows.

One day later Kim stood in front of the large bed and held the small card in her hand:

“Have fun! Yours, Mike”. Kim looked at the rubber doll lying in her bed.

“That’s so Mike...” she said to herself rather annoyed and then lowered her head towards the doll’s face, “and this doll somehow even looks like....”

But Kim couldn’t finish her thought, because the doll had already exhaled an odour-less gas that now took care of Kim’s sexual appetite which in turn rendered her speechless. The only thing she now wanted was to have this giant rubber cock inside of her. She undressed quickly and threw her things on the floor. As she sat one foot on the bed to move her pussy right above the doll’s cock, liquids were already running out of her wet pussy and down her inner thighs. Kim didn’t speak, she even didn’t think, she just followed her hunger and put her body on the giant stick.

“Uhhhhhmmmmmmm” she moaned loudly as the dildo penetrated her. Kim threw back her long blonde hair and looked at the ceiling. Then she inhaled deeply and began to ride that doll she knelt on, licked her lips and fondled her large breasts and erect nipples.

Some minutes later a male and a female love doll stood in the middle of the bedroom, turned around and left the house to be picked up by a black car with shaded windows.

=2=

#all drones set on automatic assimilation sequence#

#disconnecting from interface#

There was a silent whirring sound as the wires were disconnected from Lupina’s round and fully-chromed head and drawn back into the giant machine she lay inside of and that had been controlled by her just seconds ago. Lying on a metal tray of 50 by 170 centimetres, Lupina was slowly transported out of the machine – a large remote controlling computer that could only be operated by the inserted and plugged-in Lupina – and stood up slowly. In front of her and the machine stood DF-3, the former Stephanie, and asked her via non-verbal communication:

“Everything to your satisfaction, Mistress Lupina?”

“Yes, DF-3. The new assimilation tactics worked out perfectly. The aphrodisiac gas feature is speeding up the whole process. Very good. I’ve set on automatic mode all the love dolls, their salespersons, the deliverers and our human-looking drones that are currently controlling all incoming and outgoing communication and traffic. Any other new information concerning our village project?” Lupina said and moved her body, that was seamlessly covered by silver latex skin and chrome parts, over to a large screen.

While Lupina looked at the numbers and figures on the screen (well, at least it looked like if she did so, because one couldn’t tell because of her perfectly round chrome head without any features, especially eyes), DF-3 ‘told’ her about their latest project:

“We managed to get some human units of the municipal waterworks under our control. They are programmed to provide the drinking water of that little village with the droning virus. The virus is programmed to break out in exactly 16 hours, 37 minutes and 12 seconds. At that time everyone who has drunk water from the tap will be transformed into a drone to have intercourse with all human units it encounters, except children. Very soon this abandoned and tiny village will be our first drone storage. Our human-looking drones have sealed off the village pretending a landslide is blocking the highway. A detour has been installed. Stubborn humans and residents that have been allowed to pass will be intercepted and transformed right after the next curve. No one will find out what’s going on here for the next 24 hours at least.”

Lupina nodded in satisfaction. She held her open hand three inches in front of her former pussy (which was now nothing but a flat chrome area) and rewarded herself with a virtual jolt of pleasure. Then she turned around and stood directly in front of DF-3. “Your work is very much appreciated. I will reward you for your excellent services now!”

“Thank you, mistress!” DF-3 transmitted and stood at attention in front of Lupina. The much robot-like looking leader stretched out her hand in the direction of the also absolutely plain crotch area of her personal drone that was covered all-over with purple latex. Lupina concentrated on the emission of pleasure jolts, and shortly after DF-3 put her hands between her legs and crouched. She threw her head back and shivered all over. From the outside nothing could be heard, but inside the purple drone screamed because of the enormous waves of arousal floating through her half-robotized body. Then she let her latex fingers run over her shiny body, around her chin and over her non-existing face. The stroke her bald rubber head, her neck and went back to the front to caress her full but firm breasts. Still shivering, she then pressed her hands on her plain crotch area and went down on her knees. She shook her head and bent over backwards until she finally came ... or at least expe

rienced something similar to a human orgasm as one could tell by her jerking back and forth ...

=3=

“What the fuck?!” Professor Andrew Grobyc shouted and threw the telephone receiver back on the cradle. The phone was dead, and it was his only link to the outside world. Here in his little lab he felt safe, it was the only place where he could do his cybernetics and mind control research unhurriedly. Over the years of studies in this field, Professor Grobyc had become some kind of a fogy: he didn’t trust anyone, hardly talked, and he believed that the government was also doing research on that field and that they’ve even managed to successfully control people. Thus he was scared of being controlled by them to give away his results so that they could use them for warfare purposes. He did not use the internet, only ate food and only drank water delivered by people he could utterly trust and that had to undergo a special procedure when making a delivery to rule out any possibility of being sent by “them”. Now Grobyc took his emergency mobile phone, switched it on and tried to re

ach his assistant Abby, but she didn’t answer. “Bugger! I ... uhmm ... have to switch it off or they’ll trace the call...! Shit!“ Grobyc shouted again, shook his head and went back to read some figures.

“That one ... Why is that unit not transforming?” Lupina asked DF-3 and pointed at the hidden lodge of the Professor located in the middle of the forest next to the city, “According to the waterworks’ plans the lodge is also connected to the system. Find out what’s wrong!” Lupina reached out and pointed at DF-3’s chest with her forefinger and sent out a punishment signal. DF-3 instantly felt a pain inside her chest that quickly spread all over her torso. However, she just nodded and went over to a computer and linked herself to it wirelessly.

“According to their accounting department the customer has cancelled the water delivery several months ago. Shall I send a drone unit there to take care of him?”

“No!” Lupina shouted soundlessly, “YOU will go there and take care of him. You have one hour to transform and connect him to the central processing unit.”

DF-3 nodded and instantly went out of the door to the transporter room.

Professor Grobyc was desperate. Was this the first stage of the government trying to hunt him down? And where was Abby? Grobyc went up and down in his little lab. He thought about a strategy to get out of this mess. Suddenly he heard a noise from the room next door. He took a gun and went to the door. But before he reached it, DF-3 en-tered.

“Who are you!?” he shouted and pointed the gun at her. As she didn’t answer, he fired the whole magazine at her. But the bullets went past her or stuck in her purple latex skin. DF-3 calmly looked down at her chest, picked the projectiles of her skin and let them fall onto the floor. Seconds later the small bulges had smoothed out and she further approached the Professor while he frantically tried to reload the gun. When he tried to shoot at her again, she just reached out and took the gun away from his hands and threw it across the lab.

“Who are you? Who sent you? Are you one of their products?“ Grobyc shouted.

“I’m DF-3, personal drone to Lupina, my mistress. I am here to make you one of us. If you try not to resist the transformation will be over very quickly,” DF-3 informed the Professor by transmitting her thoughts directly into his brain.

“Oh no ... so they managed to get into people’s brains. Get the fuck out of my head!” Grobyc shouted and tried to avoid being touched by that strange purple woman. But as she got nearer he saw no other way than to fight and he jumped at her, his hands grabbing her throat. Both of them fell down on the floor, Grobyc on top of that latex drone choking it frantically. In his fear he didn’t notice that DF-3 didn’t fight back, but quickly put her hands under his lap, unzipped his pants and pulled down his under-wear. Only as his cock touched the slick latex surface he tried to get off of her.

“What are you doing?! Get your hands of me!” he screamed, but it was too late. Within splits of a second a cleft opened up in DF-3’s crotch area and swallowed the Professor’s cock. Then it stimulated it by enveloping it firmly and performing rubbing movements, and as it had grown to its maximum size DF-3 began to infect the clueless man on top of it with the droning virus.

The Professor, who had realized that choking this creature was of no effect, somehow managed to pull his member out of the rubber cleft and to toss the purple drone off of him. He got up and pulled up his pants again: “What have you done to ... to me...?”

“I infected you with a virus that will start the transformation process. In just a few moments you will be a drone, just like me,” DF-3 explained.

The Professor felt a sudden pain in his stomach that quickly spread all over his body. He looked at his hands and saw his nails disappear and his fingertips turning purple.

“No... no... I won’t ... let you do this ... to me! Not after all ... these years of precaution... No!” he shouted and jumped towards a cabinet and got a strange necklace out of it. He put it on quickly with his hands shaking in pain. He got a second necklace out of the cabinet, but finally went down on his knees.

DF-3 tried to find out what he had put around his neck and went over to him and bend down. But with his last energy and half his face already being covered by purple latex, Grobcyk put the second necklace around DF-3’s neck that instantly tried to rip it off. Then he gave up and lay on the floor being slowly encased by the purple latex all over.

=4=

Abby got the lodge’s key out of her handbag and opened the first lock, then the second one with another key, then the third one with her fingerprint and the last one by entering a code. When she entered the lab she let her bag fall on the floor. The keys also fell on the floor next to her high-heeled boots. The young assistant, as usually dressed in gothic wear and with her black braids hanging from her head, looked at the strange creatures standing in front of her. She rubbed her eyes and looked back at the two purple latex-clad women standing in front of her. They both looked like identical twins, their buxom bodies totally covered in purple latex with a metal neck-lace around their necks and with matching purple robust boots whose shafts seemed to literally merge with the latex skin right under their knees. One of the two women had her hands on her large but firm breasts and examined them thoroughly. Abby cleared her throat to gather their attention.

“Abby?” she heard her boss’ voice from under the latex skin, „Is that you?“

Abby couldn’t believe her ears. That woman sounded just like her boss: “Professor?”

“Yes, Abby ... listen... This must be a very strange sight to you. But believe me, it’s me.”

Abby shook her head and went into the lab: “And ... and who is your twin sister, uhm ... brother? Well, I mean...”

“My name is Stephanie,” the other person mumbled under the suit.

The Professor told Abby to sit down and relax. He explained to her what just happened, that he had been transformed into this. But the transformation only affected his body and not his mind because of the emergency necklace he had once developed and put on only seconds before his brain would have been affected and linked to the central processor of the alien force that was about to enslave them. The Professor sounded desperate while telling this, but somehow fortunate that it wasn’t at least the government that tricked him. Then he told Abby about putting the second necklace around DF-3’s neck and that it linked to its mind and suppressed DF-3’s identity so that that body’s former identity was able to revive. The only problem was that they couldn’t see a thing. Because of the bodily changes they didn’t have to breathe anymore, but the non-verbal communication as well as their vision could only be operated by the central processor due to the fact that there were no openings in

the purple rubber coating at all. And without their minds linked to it, communication and vision did not work.

“OK ... Phew! But what can we do to undo those changes?“ Abby asked.

“The only possibility is to get Lupina under our control. And we have to hurry up, because she has definitely realized that I’m no longer linked to the system. We have to act before she gets suspicious. I think it’s the best thing to take that necklace from me so that I’ll log into the system again,” Stephanie said.

“Don’t be stupid! You’ll turn into DF-3 again and Lupina will order you to drone the both of us. And we can’t tell her that my transformation was complete either, because I’d have to be linked to the system as well. So we’ll...” Grobyc mumbled.

“So we’ll have to write our own mind-controlling programme and load it up into the necklaces,” Abby – who was already standing at her computer and entering commands with flying fingers – interrupted him, “It will be a kind of mind control, but only as far as we need it to grant you access to Lupina’s system. Wow, boss, I can’t believe this. That’s so sci-fi ... awesome!“

„Awesome?“ the Professor asked, „I’ve been turned into a rubber doll ... a female rubber doll!”

Abby quickly turned around and looked at the purple person standing in front of her: “Yes, you have. But ... you look great! I wish I had a pair of boobs like you.”

“What!?“ the Professor shouted, but then he touched his firm breasts and added: „Well ... uhm ... regarding just that, I have to say that it could have struck me worse.”

Abby giggled and put a wire into her computer and the Professor’s necklace as well as Stephanie’s.

“OK, folks. I think I now have a general idea of that system. Yes, it constantly tries to access your minds, but the emergency firewall is blocking it off ... well: yet. The alien programme changes itself ... but that gives me the opportunity to learn something about its structure... OK, I’ll now isolate this code and then ... hmmm ... All right, I got it! ... I’ll link you to the alien system in a second. You just have to behave as if you were drones. You’ll have all of their abilities, but you’ll still have your own will. You just have to implement the orders given to you. As a precaution your human name will be suppressed... And I’ll tie myself to that chair so that you can pretend you had to fight me or whatever.” Then she launched the programme. Suddenly the professor saw bright green commands in the dark:

#initiating mc programme “Abby’s the greatest ;—)”#

#connecting to brain structure ... connected#

#uploading data ... processing data ... completed#

#connecting to server ... connected#

#receiving incoming data ... receiving drone unit’s ID#

#ID “DM-22” set ... launching control programme#

Suddenly the Professor – or rather DM-22 – could see the interior of his lab and the other purple drone standing next to him and Abby sitting in a chair being tied to it. He looked at his purple hands and the big breasts on his former male chest. He did not know what to do, but reminded himself of the fact that now Lupina might be able to see exactly what he saw and track every non-verbal piece of communication that went via the central processor. He wasn’t sure.

Stephanie experienced nearly the same as the Professor. Instantly after she had regained her vision, Lupina connected to her brain and asked: “What happened, DF-3?”

“DF-3 reporting transformation of primary target successfully completed. Female human unit caused trouble so that DF-3 lost connection for 13 minutes and 47 seconds, but now everything is under control. Is that human unit to be transformed as well? Awaiting orders.”

“Show her to me. I want to see her face!” Lupina ordered and DF-3 stood right in front of the tied-up Abby, grabbed her by her hair and ‘looked’ directly at her face.

“No,” Lupina ordered, “DF-3 and DM-22, return here immediately, take that human unit with you. I have other plans with her, she seems to be the appropriate initial material for the next step of our mission. I will now have to recharge and check my power cell. Ending transmission now.”

“Yes, mistress!“ DF-3 answered and after some seconds she added ‘speaking’ to DM-22 and Abby: “Listen! As long as Lupina is in maintenance mode she won’t track what we’re saying and thinking. And she might be vulnerable.”

“OK, then let’s take her out now!” DM-22 suggested.

“No, she’ll be offline for about only 5 minutes. That’s not enough this time. We’ll have to wait till tomorrow and play her game till then.”

=5=

Some minutes later, DF-3, DM-22 and Abby opened their eyes and took a look around in the ship’s transporter room.

“Urgh...,” DM-22 mumbled and scratched himself between his ass cheeks, “Couldn’t you find some other place to hide the necklace’s control unit?”

Abby shook her head: “No, boss ... at any other place of your new body they could see that thing at once and would notice something wrong. So I had to ‘hide’ it. It was hard enough to remove the necklace, dismount the control unit, hide it between your ass cheeks and connect it to your body within seconds so that the alien programming wouldn’t turn you completely into a drone.”

“Calm down, Abby,” DF-3 said, “Your work is very much appreciated. You did a really great job. And no matter what will happen in there, we’ll always be right behind you.”

“Thanks, Stephanie!” Abby said and sighed. She was afraid of being handed over to Lupina on a silver platter.

“Stephanie?” DF-3 asked, “Is that my real name?”

“Yes, sorry ... DF-3, I almost forgot I built in this ID suppression,” Abby replied and thought about what plans Lupina might have in mind for her and that the three of them might be the only ones that could stop her.

“OK, but now let’s act as we’ve discussed earlier. Lupina will end the maintenance mode in about some seconds.”

Lupina stood again in front of the large screen as the two drones entered the room with Abby. Abby behaved as if she wanted to escape. DM-22 and DF-3 placed Abby in front of Lupina and took two steps backwards.

“Very good, my loyal drones! You will be rewarded!” Lupina said and stretched out both her arms and pointed them at the two drones’ crotch areas. Both of them felt this sudden jolt of pleasure spreading within their bodies. For DF-3 this was a somehow known sensation, but DM-22 had not felt something like that for years ... especially not completely within his body due to the now missing member. DM-22 put his hands on his new breasts and fondled his erect nipples. Then he let his fingers run down his thin waist, over his firm ass cheeks and then massaged his plain crotch. He screamed inwardly and finally came, rocking his body back and forth with his big tits shaking and producing even more pleasure.

“Wow... you know how to reward your employees,” Abby said smilingly to the shiny robot standing in front of her, “So, what do you want from me? Say it quickly so that I’ll be home for dinner!”

“You won’t go anywhere!” Lupina ‘shouted’ and then she looked towards the two drones and it seemed as if they communicated with each other. And only seconds later Abby experienced what the drones had been ordered to do. Both of them stepped forward and literally ripped all of Abby’s clothes of her body so that she stood bare naked in front of Lupina, covering her neatly shaved pussy with her hands. Lupina stood directly in front of Abby and touched her breasts with her cold latex fingers. She examined them, then lay her hands on Abby’s shoulders and let them run over her arms. Lupina then slowly walked around Abby and touched her firm ass and her back. Finally she stood in front of Abby again and stroke Abby’s long black hair (the braids had been opened by DF-3).

“Is this some kind of weird lesbian game you want to play?” Abby asked. She had remained surprisingly calm, not only because she wanted to learn more about Lupina to finally stop her, but also because she knew she had no chance of getting out of here on her own. She wanted to ask another question, but when she opened her mouth Lupina put three fingers in there and held her jaw wide open to examine Abby’s teeth. Then she let off of Abby, but as Abby took her hands away from her crotch to check her jaw, Lupina put two fingers into Abby’s pussy and stroke her clit.

“Hey!” Abby screamed and grabbed Lupina’s chrome wrist to pull it away, but only seconds after she put her hands on her head, rest her body on Lupina’s arm and moaned under the arousal from being touched by that robot woman. Then Lupina took her fingers out of Abby and wiped her juices of them on Abby’s belly. She looked over to the two drones, that instantly grabbed Abby by her arms and took her to a transparent glass cubicle on the other side of the room. The cubicle was about 5 by 5 feet and 5 feet high so that Abby had to kneel or sit on the white latex-cushioned floor. DF-3 closed the door behind Abby and then took position next to DM-22 in front of the door.

Lupina then went over to DM-22 and stood really close in front of him. Not visible from the outside, she downloaded some of the Professor’s memories about Abby’s life and personality from DM-22’s memory. Then she went over to the cubicle and the imprisoned Abby. Lupina computed some data and information and then she directly ‘looked’ at Abby.

Abby sat on the cubicle’s latex floor and watched Lupina as a voice tried to enter her brain: “Abby ... can you her me? Abby ... be a good girl ... let me in. I know you’re a lonely girl. I know you need company. Let me in and we’ll talk ... we’ll have fun. Abby...”

“No! What’s going on here!?” Abby shouted.

Suddenly images appeared in front of Abby’s eyes as if her brain was out of control and tried to activate random memories. Images of her childhood, her parents’ death, her studies, broken relationships, the dull work in the middle of nowhere in the Professor’s lodge ...

Abby was desperate: “No! What are you doing to me!?” she shouted at Lupina. Leave me alone... get out of my head! Nooooo!”. Abby crouched in one of the cubicle’s corners and turned her head away from Lupina so that her naked breasts touched the class wall from the inside and pressed against it.

DM-22 silently and verbally said to DF-3 so that busy Lupina couldn’t track it: “I’ve got to help her! I can’t let that bitch agonize my little Abby!”

“Wait! We have everything under control. Abby knew that it wouldn’t be easy. Or do you think she’d abort this if she had the chance? We are the only ones that might stop that bitch!” DF-3 replied. DM-22 sighed inwardly knowing DF-3 to be right.

But that did not help Abby who was again besieged by that strange voice in her head: “Abby ... I know why you feel lonely. I know what you wish. I’m here for you. I’m your friend. Just let me in... you need company ... someone to listen to you ... I’ll be there for you if you just let me in ... bee a good girl, Abby ... I am your friend, Abby ... let me in ... you want to talk to me ... you desire my presence ... you want me to enter, want me to be your friend, your mistress ...”

“No... I ... no... I can’t take this ... any longer ... I....” Abby sobbed and buried her face in her hands and cried.

After several minutes, further images and some attempts to get inside Abby’s mind, the Professor’s assistant lay on the floor, pressed her hands on her ears, screamed out loud. Finally she shivered all over her body and rolled over to one of the walls and pounded her fists on the latex floor: “Nooooooooooo! Stop it, please! No!”

But then she instantly grew silent, lay on her back and inhaled deeply with her eyes wide open and her body sweaty all over.

“She gave up. Now I can enter her mind,” Lupina declared.

Then the drones were ordered to open the cubicle’s door.

“Abby!” Lupina said, “Get out of there and stand in front of your mistress!”

Instantly and without any change of expression Abby stood up and took position right in front of Lupina, looking at her with her eyes wide open and not any trace of expression on her face.

“Yes, mistress?” she said without the kindness that had always been in her voice.

“Spread your legs and fondle your breasts!” she was ordered and did so at once. Lupina then looked at Abby’s pussy and ordered it to moisten. Only seconds after, little drops dripped out of her pussy and fell onto the floor while Abby still fondled her breasts but didn’t show any arousal in her face. Then Lupina ordered her to put her hands high up in the air. Abby did so at once and stood in front of Lupina with her pussy still dripping. Two minutes later Abby was ordered to stop the liquids and to orgasm. Instantly Abby came in front of Lupina without moving or taking down her arms, but with her pelvis jerking one or two inches back and forth.

“Very good! Now I have total control over your mind and body ... and what’s the best of it: the mind control is not traceable in the slightest way!” Lupina ‘said’ to Abby and ordered her to stop coming and to stand at attention. The still orgasming Abby obeyed at once.

=6=

DM-22 would have loved to rip Lupina’s head off. He couldn’t believe what she had done to his cute assistant, especially because Lupina had partially used means that were elements of his research project. He knew that this might be a very efficient way of mind-control and an ordeal for Abby. But he also realized that this might have been necessary to gain Lupina’s confidence, which gave him a bad conscience. After having stood in front of the naked and still wet Abby for about five minutes without doing anything visible from the outside, Lupina finally ordered Abby to grow her breasts by one size and to change her dark black hair to a light brown. It was totally strange: Abby inhaled a bit and after exhaling her tits had grown to the required size. Then her hair fell out completely, but within minutes it had grown back in the required colour and even cut. Then Abby had to make some minor changes to her face. When the whole procedure was finished, not an entirely different wom

an stood in the room, but one could not tell that this was Abby any longer but rather her cousin or older sister. DM-22 was out of his mind, but when he was about to jump at Lupina, she ‘said’:

“Well, Abby! You will receive clothing, identification, personal items and a suitcase in the other room. You are from this moment on Sally Fox, one of the United States’ representatives at the United Nations. Your mission is to attend the upcoming meeting and you will set free the droning virus so that the foreign nations’ representatives will be infected and carry the virus throughout the world. And when I think it has spread wide enough I will trigger it. You will now leave and behave according to your role.”

“Yes, mistress!” Abby ‘replied’ and left the room at once.

“We have to stop her!” DM-22 ‘said’ to DF-3.

“I know. I’m thinking about a plan. But first we have to get out of Lupina’s sight.”

But Lupina walked up to both of them and stood directly in front of them.

“So, my loyal drones. You have done a very good job so far. Maybe I will make you my personal toy drones. You will live a life of pleasure and devotion, just for me and each other. How does that sound to you, ... being nothing else but my sexdroids?” Lupina asked and held her hands right in front of the two phenotypic fully rubberised women’s crotches and sent out the now known pleasure beams so that inwardly both of them instantly began to feel aroused and moaned.

Lupina slowly moved her hands up over their bellies and stopped right in front of their breasts. The drones’ inhabitants moaned heavier and heavier, although nothing of that was visible from the outside except a little shake and shudder here and there. Then Lupina moved her hands back down and sent out even more pleasure beams. Right after that she ordered her drones to extend their hidden dildos and to take in a 69-position. Thus in DM-22’s and DF-3’s crotches a rubber dildo emerged from the plain surface. Then one of the two TS-looking rubber drones lay on the floor with spread legs. The other drone knelt over the first drone’s head and then lay on top of it. The first drone’s dildo slowly pushed against the second’s rubber-clad face and forced its way into its head, being enveloped by the stretchy purple fabric. Then the second drone lifted up its pelvis and inserted its cock into the underlying drone in the same way. With internal movement both of the drones began to stim

ulate the other’s rubber dildo. Although—again—nothing could be heard from the outside, the two imprisoned persons moaned at the peak of their sexual arousal.

Before the frantically aroused DM-22 and DF-3 could notcie anything, Lupina ‘said’ “You thought you could fool me, stupid humans!” and reached right between DM-22’s and DF-3’s ass cheeks and ripped out the control units that had been placed there by Abby. The two drones disengaged from each other and got on their knees. Trapped in complete darkness they scrambled over the floor in order to grab one of Lupina’s legs.

“You fools! Nobody can stop me! Some minutes ago I scanned Abby’s brain and found out what really happened in the lab. So in about four seconds the central processor will have linked to your brains and you will be my mindless and obedient drones, both of you! The processor will take care of you and assign you to your new tasks as maintenance bots deep down inside the ship.”

Lupina turned around and left the room. Even before she reached the door, the two drones stood up at attention and behaved as if nothing had happened and if they had been drones all their ‘lives’. One of them went to another door and the other one followed it right behind to carry out their assignments.

Abby left the phone box she had been transported to. She was now dressed in a dark trouser suit with a white blouse. She checked whether everything was in place and the suitcase was there. Then she turned the corner and looked directly at the UN building, her mission’s target. She pulled a security ID out of her bag and hung it around her neck. The name on the ID said ‘Sally Fox’, her new identity that had been burned into her brain by Lupina’s programming. The meeting was scheduled for the next day so that she had enough time to introduce herself and pretend to be for real. She did not hesitate at anything she did; she only knew that she had to obey and carry out her mission.

* * *

For those who feel comfortable with this unhappy ending: Stop right here! Those who’d like to see whether everything might work out in favour of the human race: Read on! ;—)

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=7=

The next day, Abby – or rather Sally – left her new office with the suitcase in her hand.

“Well, Bob, see you at lunch!” she said to her new colleague. She found him rather attractive and thought about making him her obedient love slave – in case she carried out her mission and Lupina wanted her to stay here a bit longer so that nobody would suspect a thing ... and in case her mistress granted her permission to use the virus on him.

Abby went down the corridor towards the elevator. She pressed the button and entered the elevator. After the doors had closed, Abby went through every detail that she had to do during the meeting. But suddenly the elevator stopped and the lights went out. Then there was a sound above her, as if one of the top panels was removed. Abby looked up and spotted a silhouette in front of the dim emergency illumination inside of the elevator shaft. Instantly she took a step back towards one of the elevator’s corners. But the silhouette bent down towards her, reached out for her, grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her up through the hatch on top of the elevator. Because of the darkness she couldn’t still see anything, but her captor seemed to be a woman as she could tell from the silhouette’s buxomness.

“Who are you?!” she yelled at the woman, “Let me go or I’ll call security!” Abby tried to escape that woman’s grip, but instead Abby was only held tighter. “Let off of me! Help! Help!“ Abby screamed. She was not only afraid of what just happened here, but rather worried about her mission she had to carry out. She wanted to fulfil that task, to be a good slave, to gain her mistress’ gratitude. She desperately wanted to set the virus free to finally get the chance of turning her colleague into her personal slave. She had to get out of here, had to fulfil her mission. That was her only aim.

But then the woman put her gloved hand on Abby’s mouth to silence her. Abby breathed in and out frantically and looked at the strange silhouette in the dark. A few seconds later the lights inside the elevator were turned back on, but the woman shut the hatch before Abby could recognize anything. The elevator resumed work and went upwards. Abby’s heart pounded fast. She had to get out of here and attend the meeting. Suddenly there was a strange voice:

“Abby, Abby, can you hear me? It’s me, Andrew, the Professor, your boss. Please listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You have been brainwashed. The hand on your mouth will now be taken away. Don’t make me hurt you by screaming again. Understood?“

Abby nodded and the hand was removed. Abby weighed up the possibility of screaming for help successfully and the risk of being sedated and not able to resume her task. Then she gasped for air, calmed down and asked the dark figure in front of her: “Who are you? I don’t know you. And what are you talking about? I have to attend a meeting. See, I’m working here. You’ve obviously mistaken me for someone else, because my name isn’t Abby. I’m Sally Fox, official representative of the U.S.! And now, please, let me go.”

Then there was the voice again: „No, you’re not Sally Fox. That identity is part of the brainwashing. You have been programmed to believe that. Programmed by Lupina!”

Abby sighed.

„So, you know about Lupina. OK, but I haven’t been programmed or bullshit. I am Sally Fox. And Lupina is my lover and mistress. But that is my private life and none of your business. So now let me attend my meeting or you will bring yourself into serious trouble.”

“No, you will cause trouble. You know what’s in the suitcase. If you set that virus free the whole world will eventually be under Lupina’s control. Do you want to be responsible for that?”

“But Lupina is a good mistress. She is wise and she means well. She won’t do harm to anyone. I’ll have to do it! And now let me go!”

“No, Abby!”

“Don’t call me Abby! My name is Sally!“ she screamed and tried to escape.

“Well, ... Sally ... then tell my something about your childhood. What did you parents used to do on July 4th, where did you go to spend you holidays, what really did make you upset about your little brother? Tell me, Sally, tell me!”

Abby thought about those things. She searched for answers ... but couldn’t find any.

“I ... I don’t know.“

„See, because there is no childhood of Sally’s! What did you have for lunch three days ago? Tell me! Now!” the voice demanded and her captor tightened the grip again. The elevator had reached the top floor and waited there. Abby broke out in tears. “I don’t know! ... But that doesn’t matter as long as I am Lupina’s slave. She cares for me! And I ... have to obey her orders! I want to obey!“

The person moved around Abby still holding her tightly, but was now standing behind her back. Then the person switched on the light. When Abby’s eyes got used to the light, Abby spotted some dozens of photographs that had been put on the wall. There she saw a young woman that almost looked like her, might have been her sister or cousin. And there was a man whose face she remembered remotely. One picture showed a lab, another one two women totally wrapped up in purple latex. And there were some pictures of that woman as a teenager and – obviously – as a child. Somehow this all seemed familiar to her.

“Who are these people and these places?”

“Ask yourself. Remember, Abby!” the voice told her.

“My name is ... Sally. And I have to attend that meeting ... now! I have to obey my mistress’ orders. I want to obey her orders! And I don’t have any clue who these people might be, maybe a sister of mine, her colleagues, fetish mates, ... I ... I don’t know!”

“But you definitely know you’re Sally Fox?”

“I must be. Who else should I be?“

„You might be that woman there on those pictures, Abby. A very nice woman and an outstanding scientist. Or you are a terrorist called Sally Fox who is up to helping another terrorist force to take the whole world hostage. Who are you ... Sally? Tell me, Sally!“

„I told you ... I am not Sally!”

“Not?”

Abby burst into tears again: “Nooooo.... I ... am ... Sa- ... oh my god ... I am Abby! My name is Abby. What am I doing here?! What the fuck am I doing here!? And why am I wearing this creepy posh suit?“

The woman behind Abby’s released her grip. Abby put down the suitcase and turned around and looked directly into the featureless face of a purple drone. Not quite featureless, because this drone wore some kind of strapped-on sunglasses. For a second she stepped back.

“What is this shit all about!? Who are you? You aren’t under Lupina’s control. I figured that out already... Boss, is that you?“

„Yes, Abby, it’s me!“ it came from under the latex fabric.

Abby instantly leaped forward and hugged the purple person in front of her. Then the last pieces of memory returned and Abby started crying again so that her tears ran down her cheeks and the Professor’s purple back. Then the Professor explained to Abby that apparently the contact between his cock and DF-3’s rubber crotch was sufficient to transform him physically, but to be infected with the whole virus the target person had to experience orgasm. Only then the virus would be able to cling to the nervous system. After Abby had left the room in the ship and the control units had been removed by Lupina, Steph was instantly put under the control of the central processor and turned back into DF-3. But the Professor was not. After having managed to cut holes into the fabric around his eyes he waited for Lupina’s next maintenance interval and hacked into her systems by using one of the central processor’s servers. He stopped the whole thing and told the authorities about everything

, especially that little village.

“But...” Abby looked at him, „does that mean that you’ll stay like this?”

=8=

“... was today given the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Scrub. Professor Grobyc succeeded to ward off grave dangers of the American public that will soon be set out in a special government report. Professor Grobyc was also commissioned to examine the occurrences scientifically. This assignment caused intense discussions amongst some governmental research facilities due to the fact that Professor Grobyc uses to carry out his research hidden from the public. The President pointed out that she—...” said the TV set that showed the Professor on the steps of the White House receiving the decoration from the 49th President of the United States. The viewer switched it off and sat back in his seat.

A few minutes later the door to the little lab in the abandoned lodge was opened and the Professor entered. He walked right up to the man that had just watched the TV programme and presented him the small box containing the medal and the certificate with the President’s signature on it: “Looks nice, doesn’t it.”

The person in the armchair nodded and took the certificate: “Keep that piece of metal. You know what I think of such things... and ‘them’!”

The Professor put the box on a table and closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply and seemed to concentrate on something. Then it happened within seconds: He shrunk, his hair fell out, his features changed, even his body. Then his hair started to grow back in a dark black, his facial features became that of a woman and even breasts grew on his plain chest.

“Yes, I know how you think about that, ...boss!” Abby said. “Excuse me for a moment, I’d like to change.”

When Abby returned to the lab she wore her bold leather boots, her skirt and a tight shirt again, her hair put together to a ponytail.

“How often do I have to do this for you?” she asked the Professor.

Professor Grobyc got out of the armchair he was sitting in. His latex-clad purple breasts shone in the bright light of the lab. He moved his curvy body towards Abby and looked at her through his strapped-on sunglasses that looked like tiny shaded diving goggles.

“You should be grateful for your new powers. Using your mind controlled state by yourself with your own will, as well as the abilities that are now available for you because of that, is very unique, my little Abby. I can override your free will and turn you into Slave-Abby again at any time I want to. But to answer your question: as often as I have to appear in public and as long as I haven’t found a cure for this latex skin and the body modifications. But I have to admit ... I kind of like the idea.”

“And your two new friends... yes, I know,” Abby smiled back at him.

Both of them went into another room that was heavily locked. The Professor entered a code and the door opened slowly.

“I hope you were referring to them...” he said and looked into the room. In a kind of big metal cabinet with heavy glass doors Lupina and DF-3 were stored. Lupina was fixed to her prison with heavy bolts. Wires were connected to her chrome head and additional wires had been put under her chrome plating at where her crotch used to be. She did not move at all, but just stood in the cabinet.

DF-3 wasn’t fixed to the cabinet at all. She just stood in it and wore a silver necklace. Both of them had been left to the Professor for his research. While trying to get a full impression of Lupina’s functions he used DF-3 as his personal slavebot. He had reactivated her Stephanie identity, but had also installed some protocols of submissiveness and robot behaviour. This and the fact of being in posession of Lupina at a hidden place somehow diminished the Professor’s scepticism for the government. Then he opened the glass door and said: “Steph, please step out of the cabinet!”

Stephanie obeyed at once and took position in front of the Professor and his assistant. “Drone.Ste.phanie.fully.ope.rational. Wai.ting.for.your.commands,” she said in a rather robotic voice.

“Follow me in the lab and carry out satisfaction protocol O-5 after arrival” the Professor ordered and added towards Abby: “Well, you can join us if you like ... or evaluate some of the data we collected from scanning Lupina’s memory sources.”

Steph and the Professor left the small room. Abby looked at their perfectly shaped and sychronously bouncing ass cheeks, wrapped-up in slick purple latex. Then she grinned, concentrated for a second and after some moments she too was all over covered in purple latex and looked like a 100 per cent clone of the two twin women that had just left the room – except for the fact that her eyes and nostrils weren’t covered.

So all the three of them engaged themselves in a rubber threesome of strange oral satisfaction. And no one noticed the red lights that flashed on Lupina’s chrome head for just a second.

THE END