The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Commander slammed the report down on his desk in frustration. This was the fifth unexplained sub-sector collapse in as many months, at apparently random locations across the huge, planet encompassing, frontlines. It didn’t represent much in terms of territory loss of course, but it was the only advances the enemy had made, or either side had made for that matter, in living memory. That could only mean the enemy had a new weapon, and anything which disturbed the delicate status quo was a definite cause for concern. But this so-called report offered no explanation, zip, nada, nothing.

Scarlett didn’t think of herself as a weapon, just a horny girl who enjoyed life. She was aware of her genetic modifications of course, and her mission behind enemy lines, but honestly, how could just wanting people, even the enemy, to make love, not war, be a bad thing she thought, even as her handler passed the details of her next targets.

No-one could remember how the war between the Sowies and the Nories started, or when. Only that it was a crucial planetary wide fight to the death for their just ideology to prevail, against an evil alternative. A fight that could not be lost.

What wasn’t in dispute, was that for several centuries now, the battlefront had been locked in stalemate. Each side matching the other, step by step, in technological advances. So much so that most of the front was now patrolled by robots and drones, locked in their technological impasse, controlled by battle groups stationed safely behind the lines on each side. No-one had even died for over thirty years, until the five shocking recent advances.

For centuries, in their laboratories, each side’s scientists had been locked in the same stalemate of ever more sophisticated weaponry and their countermeasures. No-one able to deliver a decisive blow.

Until a once in a generation genius came along, a disrupter, someone able to break out of the collective group think. He stopped thinking about machines and software, and started thinking about people.

It wasn’t entirely new of course, there had been manufactured gasses, engineered viruses, and genetically modified soldiers in the past, all of which had resulted in the same old stalemates. But instead of only thinking of direct results, this scientist wondered about what might be the indirect outcomes of the smaller, more subtle genetic changes now possible.

At first it looked like another dead end. He thought about creating a super woman, a love machine who could so intoxicate enemy commanders that they would switch sides. But no amount of subtle genetic modifications could overcome centuries of ingrained animosity. Perhaps though, smaller, more achievable changes could indirectly unbalance the delicate stalemate.

Scarlett, the consummate party animal, well-endowed redhead, and general object of lust, received her invite to the Sector G9 Officer’s Ball with glee. She knew all the soldiers in G9 military command were looking forward to the much-needed social distraction.

In the weeks since the enemy’s shocking advances in some other Sectors, everyone was on edge, with relentless, exhausting drills day after day. No-one wanted one of G9’s fifty sub-sectors to suffer the same fate.

Charlie and Oliver, the young ranking Captains in charge of the G9 Sub-Sector 17 control bunker, had been drilling their squad as hard as anyone. They had all heard the rumours that the five fallen sub-sectors had each suffered an inexplicable split-second delay in the control bunker’s usual second by second balancing of defending forces, against the regular probing by enemy robots and drones, leading to disaster, even if Command apparently didn’t have a clue as to why it happened.

So tonight’s Ball was welcome relief from the stressful drills and endless worry.

It looked to Scarlett like nearly all the 250-odd other guests had already arrived when she entered the main ballroom. There were the two ranking Captains from each sub-sector of course, plus some of the G9 top brass, and a similar number of specially invited young ladies to keep the troops entertained.

All those fit young Captains made her quite wet, as she sought out her specific first mark. It seemed a waste, but perhaps other operatives like her were already at work in the room.

She spotted Oliver first, standing by himself at the bar, his cropped blonde hair helping him stand out. Just by stepping up to the bar alongside him, she had him immediately falling over himself to buy her a drink. By the time they had chatted, then danced, and Scarlett had unleased her subtle genetic modifications and pheromones on him, a besotted Oliver was probably already thinking about love, marriage and children.

Suitably entranced, Scarlett made her excuses and headed off to powder her nose in the ladies’ room. On returning to the ballroom, she homed in on Charlie. He was easier to spot, now she knew where Oliver was, in the sea of similarly cropped dark haired Captains on the dance floor.

Charlie was dancing with a pretty blonde girl when Scarlett began dancing nearby, using her modifications to make damn sure he noticed her. As the existing pair carried on dancing through a couple more songs, the sexy redhead had to fend off unwanted advances from several other Captains. Fortunately, her special attributes could be used to be as cold and spiky to some, as they could be tuned to be as alluring and intoxicating to others.

So, when the blonde took a break from the music, Charlie immediately started dancing with the hot redhead who was inexplicably still dancing on her own.

It didn’t take long, the next morning, for the two Captains to realise that the perfect angel they had both met at the Ball the night before, was in fact the same girl. A quick check of the phone number she had given them both sadly confirmed it without any doubt.

But their friendship, like their dedication to duty, was more than strong enough to survive such a blow. They made a gentleman’s agreement. They would each take her out for a night, then she could choose, and may the best Captain win.

That plan fell apart on the third day, when Scarlett informed her lust addled Captains she couldn’t choose between them. She wanted them both. And after a joint night out, all together, they fell into her bedroom, mindlessly horny at the prospect of the hot threesome she was suggesting.

As they got naked on her bed, the two Captains were both wondering which of them would be at each end as they spit roasted her.

But after a long, lingering kiss with each of them, Scarlett decided for them by getting on all fours and taking Charlie in her mouth, leaving Oliver to start fucking her from behind. “This is just so fucking hot” she told them between muffled mouthfuls, as they ploughed her wet holes.

After a while, Scarlett turned onto her back, legs in the air, so that Charlie could take a turn fucking her cunt, while Oliver waited beside them. “Help me out by keeping him warm” she gleefully instructed Charlie, guiding his hand to wank Oliver’s stiff erection as he fucked her. Both men were way too far gone in her genetical modified miasma of sheer lust to offer any objections. “Such a good boy” she encouraged Charlie, as he obediently gripped Oliver’s cock, making him moan with pleasure.

“Yes, yes, oh baby” Scarlett cried as she orgasmed around Charlie’s cock for the first time. “I can feel your dick getting harder and harder inside me as you wank that cock” she told Charlie as he continued mindless thrusting into her, before she added, “I think Oliver needs another turn”.

She lay Oliver on his back, so that she could straddle him, asking “Do you want to taste my pussy?” But instead of moving up when he moaned yes, she impaled herself on his erection, and positioned Charlie so his hard cock, slick with her pussy juices, came right up to Oliver’s mouth instead.

As Scarlett bounced up and down on Oliver’s cock, deepening his obedience still further, he simply turned his head mindlessly to the side to suck on Charlie’s pussy flavoured dick. “Your cocks are so fucking hot” she told them as she rode Oliver, “So innocent and pure.”

After orgasming again, this time around Oliver’s cock, Scarlett jumps off him and excitedly starts sucking him off, beckoning Charlie to join her and help her out. At first they take turns sucking his cock, before Scarlett increasingly just holds the erect member while Charlie takes in in his mouth. “I think you boys love cock as much as me” she tells them laughing, holding Charlie’s head in one hand to pump it up and down faster on Oliver’s rock-hard dick. While two fingers of her other hand are pushing into Oliver’s compliant hole, making him moan louder and push back, encouraging her to go deeper.

When she thinks Charlie has sucked enough cock, they flop up alongside Oliver, and the threesome start exchanging passionate kisses. Again, slowly, Scarlett increasingly holds back until the two men are happily snogging on their own, and her fingers start to probe Charlie’s more reluctant ass.

“Who’s ready for some more fucking?” she asks her gay boys, receiving blank stupefied horny grins in response. But it’s maybe not quite what the Officer’s had in mind. She starts with Oliver, who is clearly more receptive to his new reality, putting in on his back, legs in the air, while she sits on his face, and guides Charlie’s phallus towards its puckered target. It slips in and Charlie obediently starts fucking his new male lover. “That’s it. Good boys. The party never stops with you two lovers” Scarlett says. “Keep eating my pussy, while he fucks your gay ass” she tells Oliver. Then “You like fucking that tight ass, don’t you gay boy” to Charlie.

Once Oliver’s virgin butt has been well stretched, she climbs off his face, and puts her head on his stomach where her hand can start furiously wanking his turgid cock, as Charlie continues to plough his ass. “Yes, yes, that’s it. That feels so fucking good” she urges them both on, even as Charlie’s louder cries indicate he is about to finally explode. “Yeah, good boy. Pull it out and come over my face baby, come on my face, yes!” Scarlett tells Charlie, as he obediently pulls out and shoots his load over her.

She leans back up and kisses Oliver, allowing him to kiss Charlie’s cum off her face, before the boys swap positions, and Oliver’s turgid cock starts fucking Charlie. Charlie has been the more resistant of the pair, so she lays alongside him whispering into his ear. “You like that, don’t you. Such a good gay boy. Your so turned on. He’s going to cum deep inside you. You need it so bad. It’s so fucking hot.”

“So much better to make love, not war” Scarlett tells her two entranced Captains as Oliver breeds his gay lover’s ass.

There wasn’t any concern or awkwardness between the two men, back on duty the next morning, about their gay experiences, sharing instead a lad’s culture of bravado about their threesome with a hot babe.

Scarlett visited them in their barracks that evening, and the bisexual threesome made love again in Charlie’s quarters. But this time, after she had sucked them both to turgid attention, the young Captains only fucked each other, while she took more of a back seat, seductively urging them on.

The next night, she texted them to apologies for running late, but suggested they got each other good and ready for her eventual arrival, because she was feeling super horny tonight. The two bisexual/gay men began mutually pleasuring their cocks, and before long were sixty-nining naked on Charlie’s bed. They were both feeling so horny for release, and Scarlett still hadn’t arrived, that eventually Charlie simply began fucking Oliver. She squealed with delight, seeing Charlie’s twitching cock filling Oliver’s ass with cum, as she finally entered the room. “Such fucking hot gay boys” she told them, as Scarlett sat on the bed, overseeing Oliver returning the sticky favour deep in Charlie’s asshole.

On the third night, Scarlett didn’t show up at all. Not that either of the gay Captains noticed until after their mutual passionate sucking and fucking was over. Scarlett was right though. It was so much more fun making love, than making war.

Of course, they knew the business of making war, and doing their duty, was what was keeping their loved ones alive in the face of an implacable enemy, as the two Captains took their next shift in the control bunker the following evening.

But after all the adventures of their week off-shift, on the rest and recuperation rota, both gay men were naturally feeling incredibly horny and frustrated. Hard to concentrate fully on the important, but mundane, tactical data constantly being fed to them.

Eventually, Charlie couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m going to the toilet to rub one out” he grinned knowingly at Oliver. “You have the Com Captain.”

Oliver couldn’t get the image of Charlie wanking in the toilet right behind them out of his mind. He could feel his mouth watering. He looked carefully at the tactical displays. All boringly normal as they had been all evening. Surely a quick blowjob couldn’t to do any harm, and it would be a shame to waste all that good cum.

Oliver was on his knees with Charlie’s cock in his mouth, when the incursion alarm went off. The enemy forces were making one of their regular probing formations. Shit. One of them should be in the control bunker to issue instant orders.

They spilled back into the room in a tumble. They can’t have been more than a second later than usual in barking out their defensive commands. But in a war balanced on a knife-edge, it was already too late. Sector G9, Sub-Sector 17, was falling to the latest enemy advance.