The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It had never been like this.

Jenna had never thought of Max as a selfish lover. Sure, he could be aggressive at times, when the testosterone was really flowing. She could always tell, from the look in his eyes, when he hit that tipping point. When he went from your average horn-dog to some kind of sex-crazed maniac, the kind who was going to take what he wanted.

But that was something Jenna loved about him. Hell, it was usually her fault, because she would tease it out of him. Flash a little skin, flirt and wink, especially when they were somewhere he couldn’t act on it. She loved to watch the pressure build, and loved it even more when he let it out. God, he fucked her so hard. When he was at his most aggressive, his most masculine, she never felt sexier, never more desired.

He wasn’t selfish, though. She came plenty too, and he always showered her with affection after, and listened to her, and talked with her. As hard as Max could fuck, he could cuddle even harder.

But this was different.

When the door of Jenna’s tiny room closed, Max attached to her nipple again without uttering a word. She couldn’t keep the moan in, and didn’t bother finding a reason to try. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, not just the suction of his lips on her nerve-dense skin. It was the satisfaction of giving. Max was drinking from her, and she could feel the effect it was having on him.

He was relaxing. The tension of her absence, the uncertainty and doubt, had melted into nothing. It had been replaced with heat, so much heat she could feel it radiating off him like a stove top. And though she wasn’t touching him down there—yet—Jenna could just feel the hardness of his cock.

She wanted it. God, Jenna wanted him to fuck her hard, to know that he was still the same boyfriend who could rock her world. She might have been changed by the Zylians, in ways she didn’t understand yet, but it would be easier to figure it out if she knew he was still Max. Her big, strong Max. She needed him to take her.

But he didn’t. When she finally guided him away from her breast and he swallowed the last mouthful of her golden milk, he just stood there, gazing dumbly at her with a dopey grin on his face. Jenna should have been on her back by now, with her sweetheart pounding away at her welcoming pussy.

“Um... babe?” she said, “are you... okay?”

He continued to stare at her, his pupils dilated wide, and his cock throbbing so hard she could see it lurching against his suit like a caged animal.

“Ohh yeah,” he said, slurring a little. “Gawd, yer so beautiful, babe. More’n you’ve ever been. How’s that even possible?”

Jenna didn’t know how to reply to that. In the next instant, she absorbed every detail about him. Every minute muscle twitch, every unconscious inflection of his voice, even the smell wafting from every hormone-soaked pore. The signals told a story that Jenna read instinctively, clear as a neon sign. She had never known with such biological certainty just how badly Max wanted to fuck her than she did right now. Why wasn’t he acting on it?

“I need you so bad,” she mewled. Jenna grabbed fistfuls of her suit and tore them off, each one dissolving through her fingertips into twinkling light. The more skin she revealed, the hotter Max’s gaze felt on her, and the more desperate she grew. Once bare, she hopped onto the edge of the bed-thing and spread her legs wide, rubbing up and down the length of her pussy and circling her clit a few times for good measure.

That was enough to finally spur a reaction. Max sank to his knees, nostrils flaring, as though heavy weights suddenly pulled at him. His eyes locked onto her sex, the passivity of a moment ago turned instantly to focus. Like a moth to a light, he was drawn in, clutching at her thighs and putting his lips on her slit.

“Ooh! Fuck, baby!” Jenna pawed at the top of her boyfriend’s head, hips grinding and back arching. He’d made a good showing in the tent the night before, but this performance was on another level. When she looked down at him, she saw nothing but glassy-eyed devotion to the task at hand. There was nothing else to do but lie back on the squishy bed-surface and let him feast.

She moaned and squirmed and whimpered and screamed as she came. But frustration edged into those noises. As much as Jenna appreciated his efforts—and she vocalized her appreciation loudly—she had wanted his cock much more than his tongue.

Max stopped, abruptly and without a word. When Jenna looked down past her clenching abdomen and into his face, she saw his eyes were wide, as if he had realized or remembered something. Something important. Jenna propped herself up on her elbows, watching him rise to his feet. At some point his cock had torn free from the suit, all on its own, and now bobbed angrily in time with his racing heartbeat.

“Oh Jenna,” he said, guiding his tip to her entrance, and pausing there. “Fffu-oh, Jenna, I... I...”

Something was off. His movements were uncertain, jerky. His expression flickered between boiling lust and dim puzzlement. Jenna recognized that look. She’d seen it before, on the honey-splattered floor of Zylian laboratory-nest.

“Fuck me,” Jenna said. Not just said, but commanded. “Make me cum.“

Max’s hesitation shattered, and he thrust his hips. Jenna knew what he needed, as surely as she knew what she needed from him, and this was how they would both get it. Her body clenched again as she reached another climax, gushing something that wasn’t entirely human cum all over Max’s cock. She was opening up to him, and him to her, seeking connection through chemical pleasure.

Her brain buzzed with joy. Soon she would get what she craved. Soon they would be one-mind.

“Has it been this boring the whole time?”

Trish rolled over in the blob-cushion, again, slapping her bare feet against the floor over and over. “Like, the least they could give us is a gym or something, right? If I don’t get a workout in, I’m gonna get all... spazzy. How am I supposed to burn off any energy around here?”

Lin and Sophie, sitting in their own cushions, glanced at her, and then at Jenna’s door.

Trish cracked a grin. “Yeah, I suppose that’s one way. Do I have any volunteers?”

Sophie averted her eyes, but Lin rolled hers. “Weren’t you just saying how sore you were from the... experiments.”

“Heh,” Trish said dreamily, “yeah, I guess. But it’s weird. I’m feeling all... antsy. Like, too much caffeine antsy.”

The sent of sweetness on Trish’s breath from earlier wafted through Lin’s memory. “Yeah,” she said, “can’t imagine why.”

The trio perked up at the sound of the door chime. Trish was up and bouncing on the balls of her feet by the time it opened. Maybe they were getting let out. Maybe Ben was back, and he would have some juicy stories about all the alien friends-with-benefits he made. Maybe it was her turn again...

Her excitement died when she saw Ilaandu on the other side.

Sophie was the second one to rise. “H-Hey, where’s Ben?” The second the words left her mouth, she snapped it shut, surprised at how loud she’d been. When the Overseer’s impassive gaze fell on her, she shrank back.

Do not be concerned, he said. The male’s examination is proceeding well. When it is finished, he will be returned, unharmed, as your other companions were.

Most of the calm Sophie had gained over her talk with Lin had evaporated when they found Ben gone. The Overseer’s reassurance wasn’t restoring it. Not that he seemed to care.

For now, I require the other male. There are further tests to perform.

His big, alien head turned gracefully toward Jenna’s room. The door swished open, and sex noise spilled out; throaty moans, animal grunts and the clapping of sweaty flesh coming together. A moment later, a flash of green light followed.

Maxwell Hudson, follow me.

There was a pause, a feminine squeal of surprise, and then Max marched outside. Nude.

All three women stared. The man had never been shy in his swimsuit at the occasional summer beach party, but the full frontal gave it a shocking quality that demanded their attention. Sophie couldn’t help but examine his broad-shouldered physique. Knowing abstractly that he was big and strong was one thing, but watching every muscle from his neck to his feet ripple and flex with every step was entirely another. Trish too appreciated Max’s well-maintained body—maybe not in the same way as Sophie, but she knew the kind of work that went into it, and couldn’t help but be impressed. But then she caught the slack, half-lidded expression on his face, and the green glow still fading in the collar’s sphere, and it sent a sympathetic shiver down her spine.

Lin was transfixed by Max’s cock. It still glistened with juices, bouncing in time with his stride. So erect. So... familiar? She couldn’t look away, and she certainly tried. Lin tried so hard. So hard...

Time didn’t return to it’s normal speed until Max and Ilaandu disappeared through the doors. Even then, those few seconds played through Lin’s head over and over. Other images joined them, flashes of a dark tent. Of riding that hard cock. Of feeling powerful...

Lin sucked in a breath, grasping at the sensation of the air to slow her racing heart. Cool. Fresh. Calm. It helped her get some control back. This freaky alien sex-dungeon is starting to get to me. For all she knew, this was something they were doing to her, putting ideas in her head to see how she would react.

Fuck that. I won’t let them turn me into some kind of bimbo like those other two. With deliberate steps, Lin headed into the bathing chamber to get some water.

“Huh,” Trish said, not paying Lin much notice. “That was somethin’.”

“Uh... yeah,” Sophie agreed.

Trish lit up with a flash of realization. “So, um... I think I’ll just, uh, go check on Jenna... You cool out here?”

The mousy girl nodded emphatically. Shopie was burning with embarrassment, and happy to have an exit to the situation.

With a swish, Jenna’s door opened, and an eager Trish trotted inside. She was greeted by the tang of sweaty sex in her nose, and the sight of beautiful Jenna sprawled and naked on the bed-thing.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Jenna was very much not okay. It had all been perfect a moment ago. She had been so close! The harder Max had fucked her, the thinner the barrier between their minds had become. Turned out it was a lot easier to share the same thoughts when there was only one thing they were both thinking about. Losing herself in that bliss, casting off her individuality and merging like the Concert had shown her: that was what her entire body ached for. It was right on the tips of her fingers.

Then it was yanked away from her. Hard. Her mind had been so in tune with Max’s, when his thoughts were swallowed up by the collar’s activation, it had felt like part of herself had been torn out too. She was left reeling, disoriented, fumbling for her sense of self. The woman Trish found was more akin to a wounded animal.

“Wh-What? Where... Max?” Jenna’s legs curled up against her body, and her hand found its way between them. She groaned in feral frustration. The emotional numbness had left her no less physically sensitive, and not much further from cumming, than a moment ago.

Without even thinking, Trish dove onto the bed, and brought Jenna into a tight embrace. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, girl. They, uh, they just took Max for a second. You know, like they took us. He’ll be back soon, you’ll see.”

Trish had never been that great at comforting lovers. If she were being darkly honest with herself, she had always been better at replacing them. But Jenna needed her. She had to help. And when she looked into those scared, listless eyes, she knew how.

For the second time that day, Trish’s lips crashed into her friend’s. Jenna welcomed her with a gasp of relief, recognizing the warm body pressed against hers as the remedy to the emptiness gnawing at her. She clung to Trish like a life preserver, kissing back hungrily, as if the answer to her problem could be found somewhere in Trish’s mouth.

As it turned out, it was already in Jenna’s own. Her saliva, thick with the saccharine flavor Trish was quickly acquiring a taste for, sent the two of them spiraling downward together into a lusty haze. Trish was completely overwhelmed. Jenna was right where she wanted to be. She shifted under her lover until they each had one thigh pressed the other’s pussy. Soft squishing noises mingled with the sounds of sloppy kisses and gasps of delight and catharsis.

“N-Need...” Jenna gasped. “Need you... Need to make... you... you...”

Make her what? See? Understand? Cum?

All of those. But especially cum. She took hold of both Trish’s ass cheeks, pulling down harder, grinding against her faster. The longer they went, the deeper Trish’s thoughts submerged in molten ecstasy. Jenna could practically see them melting away behind her friend’s vacant eyes. Defenses were coming down. Feelings were becoming raw, vulnerable. Accessible. This was it.

Trish felt it too. It was stronger than anything she’d ever had with any of her exes or flings. It wasn’t just excitement or pleasure. And though it was buried under insecurity and doubt, she saw the spark of determination in Jenna’s eyes, and felt her willingness to push past all that, together.

“I nee-ah! I need you too!” Trish said. “Fuck! I need you too, Jen. Hah! Oh Gawd, Jenna, I love you!”

They didn’t just cum at the same time. They came the same orgasm. In that clenching, searing moment, they were one-mind.

With a sigh of contentment, Jenna let that perfect moment go. She stared into Trish’s smiling face, and wiped a tear from her lover’s eye.

Reality was already trying to intrude. I have a boyfriend. I’ve never been into girls before. This is all some alien sex experiment.

“I love you too,” she said. There would be time to worry about the rest later.

“Cognitive function returning to minimal threshold.”

Floating. Ben felt like he was floating. Awareness of his body returned slowly, and the feeling in his limbs even slower. There was no up and no down. He didn’t know if he was lying down, or standing, or falling lazily through space.

No, space would be darker. It’s too bright.

His eyes shot open, and he remembered where he was. Seven’s face came into sharp focus, Uukati a few paces behind her. But the Researcher was clear too. Did they put his glasses back on? He tried to reach his face, but his arm refused to move. Oh yeah, still stuck in the air.

The Twenty Eight would like to extend their apologies, Uukati said. They underestimated your... sensitivity to the scanning process, and assure me it will not happen again.

Had he a clearer head, Ben might have doubted that the robots cared enough to apologize. But there was still some green fuzz on the edges of his thoughts, sending tingles of compliance down his body. “O-Okay...”

“Let us begin the interview,” Seven declared. “Describe your selective criteria for reproduction. How do you decide which female to procreate with?”

“Uh, me?” Ben said, “or... humans in general?”

The stares he got didn’t clarify.

“Well... I’m not exactly looking to procreate just yet. I’d be looking for, you know, companionship. Someone intelligent, caring, passionate. Someone I share some interests with, and likes me for who I am.“

Ben found himself cringing. Shit, could I be more cliche? Hope they score me on honesty and not originality.

For just an second, he got an impression of the gynoids turning their attention to one another and deliberating. Which was odd, because they didn’t actually move or speak.

“I believe my inquiry introduced syntax errors,” Seven finally said. “Allow me to rephrase. In many species, mate selection is heavily influenced by genetic compatibility and fitness. Our observations suggest this is the case for humans as well. Please describe what biological criteria you would use to select a suitable mate.”

Mentally, the human was kicking himself. Of course they don’t care about your sentimental bullshit. She’s a scientist, not a bachelorette on the Dating Game. But what did she actually want? To know his “type?” He didn’t really have one, though. As long as the girl was cute and cool to hang out with, he’d ask her out. Or at least he’d really think about it. But they didn’t care what he thought was cool about a girl. They cared about what made him want to fuck her.

Disregarding all the trite things he might write in a personal ad, Ben considered what really turned him on. Sad to say, but he had way more experience to draw on when it came to picking pornstars than picking girlfriends. So what did he gravitate toward in those private moments? Even with personality taken out of the equation, he favored the sweet and sporty girl-next-door-type performers over the trashy, big-titted bimbos.

“Thin waist,” he said, “with wider hips. A tight body that’s still soft. Smooth complexion. Bright smile.”

A feeble shrug punctuated the end of his list. There was another pause, and another tingle in the back of his head that told him they were talking to each other. It was probably just Uukati, giving him some token involvement in the conversation, even if he couldn’t possibly keep up with it.

“Hypothesis,” Seven suddenly said. “Humans select mates based on two separate sets of criteria. The first is anatomical preferences. Additionally, they seek desirable social compatibility. Would you agree?”

“Yeah,” Ben said, as soon as he’d parsed the question. “Sounds right.”

“Constraining the search for an available sexual partner who possesses agreeable physiological and genetic traits and also the preferred temperament would result in a limited pool of candidates. And yet your species’ population continues to grow rapidly. Do you have an explanation for this inconsistency?”

For a moment, Ben didn’t really know how to answer. Then he felt Uukati, somewhat reluctantly, slip into his thoughts.

You must understand, the Twenty Eight have lacked biological functions for a very long time. Their perspective on evolution and breeding has become very... practical. Without an endocrine system, their judgement is unclouded by appetite. They have difficulty understanding how a human might make... irrational decisions regarding sexual contact.

I... I think I get it, he thought back. “You’re assuming that we’re thinking about it a lot harder than we actually are. Sometimes, you just have good chemistry with someone, and... you can’t always tell why. Other times you really want to like them, but... it just doesn’t ‘click,’ you know?“

Somehow, Seven’s stare seemed even more blank that usual. I wish I’d paid more attention in Biology.

“I guess,” Ben said, after the pause stretched on for too long, “we’re processing a lot of stuff, but we’re not really aware of it. We... we just feel it.“

Seven appeared to ponder that for a long while. At least it was long for her. In reality, it was actually just a couple seconds. “Acknowledged. Hypothesis Revised: the organic hardware of humans provides only limited, single-task cognition. This is insufficient to track all variables involved in mate selection.”

“Hey, what do you mean limi—” Ben tried to complain, but Seven’s calm, omnipresent voice cut him off.

“Therefore, high levels of background processing are employed to compensate. The suitability of a potential sexual partner is evaluated on some criteria consciously, and on others through more primitive faculties.”

That seemed to Ben to be basically what he’d already told them, just restated like an obtuse research paper by some pretentious grad student. But if they were happy with it, then great. “So... are we almost done here?” He wasn’t really exerting himself much, floating there in the anti-gravity field, but he felt like a stretch and a little walking around would do him good anyway.

“Nearly,” Seven replied. “Given the influence of subconscious processes on human sexual behavior, further interview would be futile. Additional data must be collected remotely, in natural circumstances.”

Natural circumstances? Good luck finding those around this alien zoo exhibit. “Then what’s left?“

Once again, a warm, prickling feeling on Ben’s scalp told him a discussion was going on beyond his normal perception. Only this time, he sensed it was between Seven and Uukati. The Interpreter seemed almost... hesitant. Her fingers flexed as she looked Ben up and down with her large, black eyes.

Seven tilted her head to a curious, uncanny angle. “The Researcher has raised a valid concern. Our analysis indicates your bodily functions show no defects from the optimization process, but further testing will provide confirmation. Before you are released for observation, we must ensure that your sexual function is not impaired.”

A creeping suspicion wriggled in Ben’s stomach. “And... how will you do that?”

The answer came as Sixteen, all but forgotten during the interview, stepped into his peripheral view. Her delicate robotic hand cradled his exposed manhood, and his body—still held spread-eagle by invisible forces—stiffened. Everywhere.

“H-hey! Whoa!” The smooth, silicone texture of her synthetic skin took Ben by surprise. She was spreading more of the warm oil all over his cock again, but this time it was different.

Not the oil. His cock.

He’d never been so sensitive before. Each millimeter that the gynoid’s hand smoothly, deliberately glided over sent shock waves of sensation through him. Ben snapped his head forward, and looked down. What? No, that’s not right.

They had done something to his eyes. It would explain why Uukati was crystal clear at the distance she would usually get blurry. And it was the only explanation for how huge his cock looked in Sixteen’s hand. Ben knew he was average, and yet the member he was looking at was pushing past average and into “oh god, go slow!” territory. It had to be an optical illusion.

Could optical illusions feel this good, though?

“Our analysis of your physiology has identified the glands and neurochemicals responsible for reproductive drive. Additional levels of optimization to these areas have been provided, to ensure this expedition’s goals are met in an acceptable time-frame.”

Sixteen squeezed, and Ben groaned, now fully hard in her grasp. They had mentioned “optimization” before, when they were soaking nanites into his skin. Oh fuck, they’re overclocking my dick...

Ben’s toes, dangling inches off the floor, curled. The gynoid’s hand stroked with the smooth, tireless motion of a piston, up and down, over and over. “Ah, hnng... Please...” He didn’t even know what he was asking for. It was becoming hard to concentrate.

Seven stepped closer, until she was half an arm’s length from his chest. She gazed up at him, and he could almost imagine a certain intellectual amusement behind those perfectly hexagonal irises. A slight shift in the non-gravity of his space gave him a lurch of vertigo, threatening the comfort he’d formed with his weightlessness. Sixteen released his slicked-up cock as he rose higher into the air. Just high enough that his member now pointed insistently at Seven’s chin.

“Please relax. Our techniques are informed by thousands of human reproductive documents. You will ejaculate shortly.”

Ben was about to say something—even if he didn’t know what—when a jolt went through him. The sphere on his collar flared with an intense red glow, shattering his consciousness with a hammer blow of arousal. That crimson radiance roared like a furnace inside him, burning off his last rational thoughts as fuel for surging sexual need. Every part of him tensed, every nerve and every cell screamed out as raw, animalistic lust was injected into them by alien science. If he hadn’t been restrained and robbed of all purchase, Ben would have caught hold of the closest object to him and wildly humped it with his furious, aching cock.

Fortunately, the closest object was Seven, and she was all too happy to help. She leaned forward, parted her black lips, and took him in her mouth. Even though his length and girth were downright pornographic now, the artificial woman had no difficulty. As if she were engineered for exactly this. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into the hot channel of her mouth, liberally coated with the clear lubricant that wet her lips when she pulled back. Then she traveled down again, until her hard nose poked into Ben’s pubic hair.

“Uhhgg! Haaagh!” Ben growled. His eyes rolled up into his head. The once bright, curious student and reluctant representative of the human race was reduced to a feral beast, desperate to cum. His hips clenched, trying to get just a tiny bit further in, only for Seven to withdraw again, leaving him whimpering. On and on she went, increasing her suction by the tiniest increment with each stroke. Sixteen circled behind Ben, reaching around to grip his base in one hand, and the other cupping his balls. Were they bigger too? They felt denser than Ben remembered. More potent. And so full. So very full...

Only two noises marred the sterile calm of the chamber: Ben’s incoherent grunting, and the gentle slurping of the mechanical blowjob. In a more lucid state, Ben might have liked some enthusiasm from his partner, some moans or dirty talk. Right now, the only thing he cared about was filling that impossibly perfect mouth and coating that inhumanly soft tongue with his cum.

He was too far gone to notice the signals being sent wordlessly from one gynoid to the other. It was time; the human was ready. Sixteen nuzzled her mouth into the crack of Ben’s buttocks, and let her own oil-glazed tongue snake out. It lapped and teased at his anus with merciless efficiency. At the same instant, a humming vibration filled Seven’s mouth, bathing Ben’s cock with intense pleasure.

Either one would have shocked the poor man. Both together set off a white-hot orgasm. “Fuuuck! Aaagh! Oohh!”

Jet after jet of cum sprayed into Seven’s head, as Ben’s entire body trembled. His head lolled back, his jaw went slack, and his eyes went wide. Unable to move, unable to stop them, the captive had no choice but to let the intense waves of sensation crash over him, drown him, empty him until he had nothing left to give.

Only when he was completely, utterly spent, and he sagged in the Ben-shaped force field holding him, did the gynoids relent. The red light faded. Tiny tremors and aftershocks still danced through his muscles as he was lowered to the floor. Robotic hands gently guided him onto his back while he caught his breath and the hexagon beneath him dimmed to nothing. It was still a minute before a meaningful thought reappeared in Ben’s brain.

“Whoa,” he said, hoarsely. “Holy shit...”

“Your organs are functioning within expected parameters.”

Ben sat up, just in time to watch Seven slurp up a dribble of semen on her chin she hadn’t been able to contain. Her tongue extended an unnatural length to curl around the white glob, then retracted with its prize into her expressionless maw. Even though he knew, intellectually, that she likely didn’t have a throat, Ben could have sworn he heard a gulp.

His cock twitched. He looked down at it, incredulous. Seriously, buddy? All that and you’re not worn out?

Uukati stepped beside him. The Twenty Eight have concluded the session to their... satisfaction. I will return you to your companions as soon as you are ready.

Strength was returning to Ben’s limbs, slowly, and the orgasmic high was wearing off. “Yeah yeah. Gotta get the lab rat back into his cage.”

Not long after they left the chamber and the gynoids behind, Ben’s suit rematerialized. The two walked in silence, giving him ample time to mull over what just happened to him. Try as he might, though, he didn’t know what to think, or what to feel. It was incredible, amazing. I got to meet alien robots. And then I fucked them! Or... I guess they really fucked me. I’ve never cum that hard before. Shit, has any human ever cum that hard before? And yet despite all the reasons he should have been soaring, something twisted in his gut.

The corridors up ahead were too sharp. His limbs felt too strong. His dick felt like it belonged to someone else. If he’d been given the choice to experience what he just had, he would have done it in a heartbeat. It would have been a perverted, nerdy dream come true.

But he hadn’t been given a choice. He’d been changed. Used.

It unsettled him so much, he never noticed how distracted Uukati was too. Or how traces of her grey skin flushed a subtle purple.