The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The starship received a radio transmission from an unknown source. Communications Officer Jones listened to the signal through his headphones, trying to make sense out of the gentle humming sound, which appeared first louder in his left ear, and then louder in his right. The noise pinged back and forth between his ears, and filled up his brain. It was almost musical, but with strange whispering undertones that almost sounded like words. For a few minutes he just sat there and listened, not even trying to decode it. Finally, he remembered to run the signal through several translators and decoders, but to no avail. The pleasant audio feed was no language the starship computer had ever encountered before.

Officer Jones felt distinctly sure that he should have notified the captain of the signal as soon as it was received. But he was enjoying the signal. He didn’t want to share it. He wanted to understand it, and be close to it. Finally he said something.

“Captain, we’ve received a strange transmission.”

Captain Riley hardly turned in his chair. “Run it through the standard decryption modules, and check the radio waveforms for extra-universal transmission types.”

“Already done.” responded Jones. Impulsively, he said “Captain, you need to hear this. Radio transmission to bridge-wide speaker.”

The Captain didn’t get a chance to voice his objection before the strange alien musical humming and static filled the air of the room. None of the officers on the bridge immediately responded to Jones’s unusual behavior. They all sat still, listening intently, trying to understand the sound they were hearing.

Officer Jones felt completely calm. He felt he was beginning to understand the sound, though words were no clearer. It was like it was whispering to him, drawing him in. Listening to it made him feel relaxed and comfortable, receptive. He never wanted to stop listening to the sound. The sound made him want to obey. The sound made him want to find its source.

Captain Riley also smiled. He did not feel worried about the sound. He was going to understand where the sound came from. He was going to find the source of the sound. He needed to find it. After a few long, heavy moments, the Captain asked: “Officer Jones, are you able to at least locate the source of the transmission?”

Jones answered “Yes Sir. It’s coming from a small oxygen-rich planet in the Lorelei star system fifteen lightyears east. That planet is probing our ship now.”

Usually a probe would be cause for concern. The ship would ordinarily try to investigate in turn. But the Captain didn’t much feel like it.

“Set a course for Lorelei,” said the Captain, “We will have to investigate this phenomenon personally.”

The men on the bridge listened carefully to the subtle transmission. They relaxed, and settled into their chairs. The right thing to do was to go to the planet. That’s was what the ship was for.

It was an hour at most before the ship reached its destination, a beautiful blue and green planet which didn’t look very different from earth. As the ship approached the planet, the signal from the planet became stronger and louder on the bridge—it was almost like singing. The men on the bridge were enraptured. They never turned it off. No one suggested it. It didn’t feel right.

Captain Riley, Officer Jones, and two other men agreed to teleport to the planet’s surface immediately. It was imperative that they understand where the signal was coming from. They had arrived there to understand the signal. The men were there for the signal.

The landing party arrived on the planet’s surface in front of a towering acropolis of marble columns. On long wide steps before the columns stood four women, each one tall, blond, and unspeakably beautiful.

Captain Riley spoke: “We are humans, of the planet Earth. We come in peace. We received a foreign signal emanating from this location, and we’ve come to investigate. Was your planet attempting to contact us?”

A woman in the middle spoke: “I know who you are. I am Tomyris, Queen of the planet Lorelei. You are welcome here.”

The Captain started to respond, but before he could get a sentence out, one of the Queen’s companions sharply cut him off:

“It is customary for foreigners to bow when they are addressed by the Queen. Bow, Captain.”

To bow before anyone was not Captain Riley’s custom. He was a captain. But despite himself, Riley felt a shiver run across his spine. He was oddly tempted to comply. The Queen stood so tall on the steps above him. He felt confused. He wasn’t sure what to do. For some reason, the thrum of the signal was still playing loudly in his ears, though he was far from his ship.

“You heard my servant,” said the Queen, “Bow.”

Captain Riley complied. He bent at the waist, a deep bow which he ordinarily would not even have afforded to his highest commanding admiral. He felt pleased with the gesture. The music thrummed in his ears, rewarding him. The Queen would be pleased with him.

He came up from his bow only to find that the Queen was smirking.

“Is that what you call a bow?” she asked. “On this planet, when we bow, we get all the way to the ground. It’s a way of showing proper respect. Fealty, even. I think you should try it.”

The captain’s head felt foggy. He was aware of his crew around him, but even more aware of the judgement of the Queen, whom he so desperately wanted to please—no, no, not please, wanted to investigate. He was here to investigate. But his knees felt weak. He looked up at her, her towering figure, the thin silk of her dress which just barely disguised the curve of her hips and her breasts, he felt powerless. The thrum of the signal played in his ears. It sounded like whispering. He couldn’t concentrate on it, but he couldn’t tune it out. A woman like that was to be obeyed. Although he knew it was wrong, knew he was crossing a line, he sank to his knees and put his forehead to the ground.

Queen Tomyris smiled. It was so easy. Eventually, they would all fall slaves to the music. Once a man heard it, he was powerless to resist. The captain didn’t know it yet, but she owned him. She walked towards him, down the steps of the acropolis, until his head was bowed at her feet.

“Kiss the ground at my feet”, she demanded.

Riley shuddered. Behind him were three men whom he commanded, three men who looked to him for leadership and guidance. His conscious mind fully knew that what he was doing was humiliating, it was simply wrong. But underneath that consciousness was the thrumming song of the Lorelei signal, endlessly playing in his ears, making him a willing, enthusiastic subject to whatever the Queen desired.

Riley kissed the earth. He did it again and again, without even being told to do it. One of the alien women giggled.

Queen Tomyris daintily stuck one of her sandal-clad feet out in front of her, right on top of the ground that Riley had been kissing. She smiled. This had been so easy. Maybe the other boys would put up more of a fight than the Captain had, but she doubted it.

“Why don’t you kiss my feet then, Riley?”

Riley complied. It was the first time he’d actually touched the Queen, kissing her feet. As he kissed her toes, he felt his cock grow in his pants. The feeling which before had been fascination with the planet, a compulsion transformed wholly into an unremitting need to fuck. And the more aroused he felt, the more he needed to obey. And his own obeisance was turning him on.

She lifted her toes. He kissed the underside of her toes. He was obeying. His cock throbbed.

“Good,” Queen Tomyris said warmly. “You’re coming along nicely.”

She turned away, back up the stairs of the acropolis, the top of her dress brushing Riley’s bowed head as she left. He felt a pang of longing. He didn’t want to stop. The music compelled him to follow her. But he stayed firmly in place. He wondered why he wasn’t moving. He didn’t care why he wasn’t moving.

“You can stand now, Captain,” she said, his title enunciated with some sarcasm. “You’ve proven your value. This planet will much enjoy having you, and we shall like you to stay for a good long time. You will occasionally be of use to us. You, Riley, will follow me to my chamber. I’ve got more to show you. My friends here will take care of the rest of your boys.”

Riley stood. His head was spinning. Nothing felt right. The word “duty” was echoing in his head. He struggled to remember his ship, remember why he’d come here. He struggled to remember anything that he’d felt before he’d heard the Lorelei signal. He couldn’t stop looking at Queen Tomyris. The music that played in his ears kept his eyes fixed in place. Duty… duty… what did that word mean? His cock throbbed. His duty was to the ship? To his crew? No. His duty was to the Queen. His duty was to serve the Queen.

Riley followed the Queen up the stairs as she walked into the acropolis without another word. He stooped slightly as he walked behind her towering figure: round hips, gently swaying ass. She was perfect, and he had to follow her. He never looked back at his crew.

The Queen’s chamber was a decadent sitting room, with one large chair and many little pillows scattered around on the floor. Ropes and strange implements hung from the walls. The whole room throbbed with the Lorelei signal. For a moment, Riley for a moment felt a breath of fresh air. The change of environment made him reconsider his thoughts. This place wasn’t right. He knew that. He was here to investigate, he remembered. He was going to find out from the Queen why she had sent the signal. He would then gather his away team, and they’d go back to the ship. He was the Captain of ship. He could take control of the situation.

And then the Queen sat down in her chair, gently spreading her legs. The soft silk of her gown draped so that he could clearly see an outline of her pussy. Her nipples were hard through her dress, and she smiled imperiously at him. Riley was helpless. The singing was loud in his ears. Standing attendantly, his legs felt weak. He wanted to bow again.

“Why don’t you sit on a pillow, Captain?” she asked “I think you’ll feel more comfortable that way.”

The Captain hadn’t said anything yet. He was unable to speak. He remembered the resolve he’d had just seconds ago. He was strong, resolute, he’d been through years of training. He was a man. And his legs were so weak, that he had to sit down. He sat. A wave of pleasure rushed through him. He looked up at her.

“Very good,” said Queen Tomyris. “You’ll be very useful to me here.”

“You see,” she explained, “There are no men native to our race on this planet. Instead, we summon males here from across the galaxy. We use them. They please us. They listen to our signal, and it gives them pleasure. It makes them obedient. They become our servants, and we use them for many things. And really, I think they enjoy being used. We milk them, when necessary. You hear the signal now, don’t you? Don’t you feel pleasure? Don’t you want to obey me?”

Riley’s cock was still stiff. It had never gone down. He wanted to please the Queen. He wanted to obey her. He nodded, eagerly, still unable to speak.

“Tell me you want me to use you,” the Queen commanded.

A wave of shame coursed through Riley. He was a captain. He had a duty. That duty was… that duty was to the Queen. He could remember no other duty.

“I want you to use me.”

“Address me as your Queen.”

“I want you to use me, Queen.”

“Very good. Good boy.” She smiled. Riley felt small. His cock throbbed.

“Come here,” she said, “Show me that you’re useful.”

Riley crawled towards her from the pillow where he’d sat. He was on his knees before her. Her legs spread open to him, but the soft silk fabric covered what he wanted the most. The thing the music had been guiding him toward. The thing that controlled him. Her pussy.

She put her hand on the top of his head, feeling his hair, locking his head in place. She ran her hand down the side of his face, grasping it firmly, inspecting her property. She traced her fingers across his lips, and then pressed them into his barely parted mouth.

“Suck,” she commanded.

He hesitated. He didn’t even know why. At this point, he had no resistance left in him. He had nothing left but thoughts of obeisance. He was the property of the Queen, and his purpose was to obey her, but still, he hesitated.

She slapped him.

His cheek stung. His eyes stung. For one long moment he felt unspeakably furious, shaking with rage. He wanted to leap up, throw her across the room, destroy the entire acropolis.

“You will obey me,” she said.

As quickly as it had come, his rage subsided. The stinging in his cheek felt good. This punishment had been earned. He felt grateful that he had received it. He deserved it. He opened up his mouth, and sucked eagerly on her delicate little finger. It tasted sweet. He felt his cock throb with pleasure.

After a few moments, she removed her finger from his mouth, and wiped it on his uniform.

“Good boy,” she said, “You’ll find it easier and easier to obey me. Every time you taste me, every time you touch me, every time you hear the song of this planet, you will want to obey even more. Every time you obey, you will feel pleasure. And every time you feel that pleasure, you will need to submit. You will become completely obedient. A tool for my entertainment, for my pleasure.”

Riley nodded eagerly. He believed her. He would believe anything she said. He would do anything she asked.

She spread her legs wider. A slit in her dress opened to reveal perfect soft white panties. The outline of her pussy was just barely visible behind the fabric. He could smell sweet musk. All he could hear was music. He needed it.

“You are about to get your reward, slave. But if you want it, you have to admit you are my slave. You have to say it. When you say it, it will be true.”

Riley could no longer hesitate. He could no longer think.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, Queen, I’m your slave, please, please, I’m your slave.” He babbled. He would have begged for the rest of his life. He needed to please her. He needed to taste her.

“Good boy,” she said.

She firmly guided him by the top of his head into her pussy. He put up no resistance. When she shoved his face into her musky warmth, Riley’s mind went absolutely blank. Nothing else existed. This was his purpose. The Queen would use him. He would be her slave. He was her slave. He kissed her panties adoringly. He felt her get wet. She wanted him to worship her.

She pushed his head back, and quickly removed her panties. She held them under his nose for him to sniff. He inhaled deeply, intoxicated, humiliated. Then she grabbed his head, and drew it back toward her. His whole body in between her legs. The starship captain, curled between the legs of the Queen. Kneeling beneath her, he suddenly felt her warm foot on his cock. She was stepping on it. She knew how hard he was. And she was stepping on his cock. She fully owned him.

His face was between her legs. He tasted for the first time her pussy. It was sweet. Addictive. He was there to please her. His only purpose was to please her. He knew the meaning of duty, and his duty was to make her cum. Nothing else mattered.