The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It’s just a little over a year until the Slavers have their big meeting on Planet 1, and we’re still getting ready Diane.” I addressed Diane, one of First Pod with me here on Bob. June Wilson, major stock holder and acting CEO of the Company and for all intents was now running Ray’s Base of Operations, the Island of Janis on Planet 1 was here with me too.

For all intents and purposes she was in charge of everything here in Star System 1. True she had to have some major radical cosmetic surgery done to fit in here on Ray’s Home Base, but she hadn’t complained any. Me on the other hand, I haven’t quite gotten used to the sight of them yet, but June assured me that her, her daughter, and the other members of her Brood loved them to. They had also come to love the life style her and her Brood are now living at Ray’s compound.

We were on Bob, our first actual interstellar ship, on the fringe of Ray’s solar system. Captain Astor and her happy, no merry, oh hell make that her Gay band of independant women crew were still out exploring the system in the Minnow. She was only sending us a update every week or so as the mood struck her. I’m afraid my First Pod Girls have more influence with the Captain than me, but then I’m not complaining about that either. We had enough five man landers to make everything work, plus Junior had just about completed another Bob. It would be good when we weren’t so dependent on our one Bob.

1st Pod, Ann, Becky, Candy, Edith, except Diane who had stayed with me back here on the dark side of the Moon at our equilivent of Fort Harris in System 1, were with June in Ray’s home compound planing for the Slaver’s return. Back on the Moon we now had a dimensional portal large enough to allow us to put a Bob sized vessel through if we wanted to or needed to for some reason. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the math of all this, but that doesn’t keep me from being able to use them.

Anyway a circular trench had been dug and 20 foot sections of two foot in diameter pre-curved malleable soft iron rods, supplied by Junior, were lain in the trench. Next they were coupled together with molding collars. Then Termite charges were put in place and ignited. It’s called exothermic welding and at 2500 degrees Celsius the charges can burn through just about anything. Since all it requires is Aluminum powder and a metal oxide, otherwise known as rust, it is both cheap and useful. The resulting molten steel seamlessly joined the two rods together, leaving only the mold marks that were latter ground off smooth. Then the basic core of the portal is boosted into a low geostable orbit over our Moon base. Once in orbit a machine, we nicked named it “the spider”, extrudes a copper, silver, tungsten wire that it winds around and round the iron core in several intricate patterns. That done it is all connected to the control panel and a series of Box to power it up.

The Ring winds up with it’s own self-contained propulsion system which further refines it’s position and orbit around the Moon and our base. Finally it sets itself up perpendicular, or more precisely at a right angle to the Moon’s gravitational field and goes through a ridged pre check. After that they could use it to explore other Earths.

As was explained to me by Bob, the biggest mistake the inventors of these portals make is turning the portal off when they go through to investigate the other side. Most of the inventors turn the portal off because the portal literally eats so much energy it’s prohibitive to just leave them on all the time. They usually either leave another person behind to operate the portal at the proper prearranged time or put it on a timer. They assume that when they turn it back on it will pick up where it left off. The bottom line is it doesn’t. They find themselves stranded on a completely random world and most never find their way home again.

Our portal would establish a stable portal system. One that could be reopened by deploying what one inventor called a dimensional anchor on the other side. As long as the anchor was powered up our portal could reestablish a stable transit point to that system or world again at any time. The beauty of the anchor system was the anchor took very little power to operate. A single Box could power one for twenty five years or so and they always had a backup Box too.

Our portal was laid out and built flat on the ground and then raised into position for activation. That was only possible because of the Moon’s lesser gravity, it would never have worked on Earth even with our antigravity. Earth’s gravity would have turned the soft iron into a pretzel. When it is energized there is nothing to show it is in operation from our side. No fireworks, no light show, no high pitched sound or anything else you would notice on our end of the portal. On the other end though it is quite different. On the other side the portal appears as a giant glowing ring perpendicular to the other Moon’s gravitational field. That is because of the math used to express it’s spatial position as the exit point in relation to the gravity fields created.

Anyway the portal had been in operation for about a month and we had not had any problems. The alternate Earth we chose to set up business on was almost identical to our Earth. The only difference we had found so far were the dates. Here it was 2024, there it was 2018. Before launching into a long discussion about how it could be 7 years earlier there let me remind everybody of our own argument over Daylight Savings Time. Any calendar you set up is arbitrary. We checked the star charts and the actual time is the same. First contact was made May 1, 2018 their time, and everything else is the same.

We had bought and established our own nation to make and distribute the Box for peaceful purposes easier on our Earth, but it was not working out well. In spite of President Harris’s and the UN’s support it was getting harder and harder to carry on. After they tried, we never followed up on who actually was involved, tied to actually invade us, they discovered our handy danny force field which stopped them dead. After that they started an embargo of our supply line and then outright sabotage, where they could. So far we had detected all their booby traps and nobody was hurt, but the major nations were becoming desperate for our Box. So far they hadn’t tried to stop or intercept our stealthed mini subs that we were flying between the Ranch, our Island of San Rosa, and the Moon, but that could all change when they finally managed to detect them. That was only a matter of time Bob warned us.

So after a quick survey of Alternate Earth 3, 1 and 2 were uninhabitable, we decided to establish another base to manufacture Box on AE3, or Alternate Earth 3, as we had decided to call it. Yes, that’s what we named it. Some wanted to call Earth, our original Earth, Earth Prime or EP0 now. Maybe we should have left out 1 and 2 and just called it AE1, but we didn’t.

A number of big manufactures on AE3 fabricated parts for us that were assembled by another company and in the end nobody even knew what they were making. We made sure we were the only ones that could activate them, even if somebody did manage to get the other parts and put one together. Everything was going fine until we were discovered by the Saudi’s, well the King himself to be exact.

Remember the identical Hope ship we had Ed sell us and set up as a decoy while we were testing our good ship LollyPop, well the Minnow anyway. Well the Area 51 girls got together and converted it into another spaceship like Minnow with Bob’s help and even managed to talk Ed out of another one too. They had then visited Junior out at Jupiter now, and got a load of refined silver, gold and platinum from stores.

Then they visited AE3 through the portal with their ship load of treasure. First they altered the registry papers of Minnow II to the USN Hope Hospital Ship Bob Hope and gave it a mission on paper to deliver medical supplies to Somalia. Somebody might notice a ship missing from the Navy’s rolls, but nobody notices a ship added to those same rolls if it’s done right. Now that they had a base of operations they started setting up several LLC’s, Limited Liability Companies. Among these new companies was one with a new experimental method of recovering gold and other rare metals from sea water. Now that their financing was taken care of they sat to work on their other projects.

They sat up a company, really they bought an existing company and enlarged and improved the subs they were already making. Their manufactured mini subs started to strangely look just like our space shuttles in no time. Soon we had a fleet of them set up with all the bells and whistles an actual spaceship needs. Soon they had a fully equipped local Moon base and we had another base of operations in case it got too hot on our original Earth.

So imagine Molly and Kay’s, well everybody’s shock when they got a tight beam UHF transmission on their own channel from somebody claiming to be the King of Saudi Arabia telling them he knew about them, knew about the portal, and wanted to talk to them secretly. Secretly?!

Well he did give a location to aim at, and a frequency to use, so Molly answered. All the Area 51 girls were pretty sure that if worst came to worst their shields would hold and they could just retreat back through the portal, but she did order Marilyn to give everybody a heads up, and be ready to evacuate. So after everybody was warned Molly keyed her mike and prepared to talk to the King.

“And what’s on your mind this lovely evening your Majesty.” Molly started off on a light note.

“Young lady I am much too old to play these games with you. I can assure you that I am King of Saudi Arabia. I am King Saleman bin Abdulasi Al Sauid, and I know that you are from an Alternate Earth. I know that you have multiple stealthed spacecraft in this solar system at this moment. I also know that we, that is me and my retainers are the only people that know you are here right now.”

“And what do you want King.” Molly laughed.

“I want a meeting. I want someone from your group who can negotiate and bind your group to come to Saudi Arabia and meet with me to discuss this situation. It is important to keep what we know a secret.”

“That seems simple enough Sir”, Molly answered.

So the meeting was set and we, well the Girls acting in my name anyway, exchanged information with him. Ann and Molly met with the King and after he explained what he wanted we were convinced enough to tell him we would take his proposals to Harry. The King wanted to know what Harry’s relationship to us was and we explained that Harry was our Master. The only place the King seemed pensive and agitated was when we explained about the Box, and how everything we had was run on them.

The King’s Wish

“As you have said there are an infinite number of Earths out there. I want a new Earth. An Earth with no people. A world with none of man’s pollution. Especially Western pollution. A new world like Allah has shown me in my dreams. A world where a Bedouin can once again be a Bedouin. Can you do that?” The King wanted to know.

“This is all new for us Sir. This is only the third world we’ve visited. The other two were uninhabitable. This one is just like ours. We’re told, by somebody that should know, that it’s possible to eventually find any kind of Earth you want, but we don’t know personally.” Molly said.

“You have to understand that it’s all random. Every time you turn it off and then back on it’s a different random world.” Ann put in.

“But there are...there has to be Earths that man never developed on. Doesn’t there?” The King asked earnestly.

“I’m sure that we could find your world with enough time and exploration Sir.” Molly finished up.

“But no promises.” From Ann.

“I’m sure we could set you up a small portal at the palace that you could explore from. Would that be enough?” Molly added.

“And when we find our promised world?”

“We give you an anchor and you can always get back and re-find it then Sir.” Molly finished up.

And so the deal was made. The full backing of the King and Saudi Arabia’s resources for the promise of the Promised Land.

New Players In The Game

Weeks latter we were back to see the King and deliver his portal, but this time there were five other people with the King and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. As we approached the man rose and offered me his hand and introduced himself, then introduced the four women. He was Robert Elroy Lee, and the women were just Joan, Brenda, Doris, and Freda. I’m Harry Evans, Doctor Harry Evans, Jr., and I wasn’t paying much attention until he mentioned he was representing the United States and the Organization of Assassins. The Organization of Assassins part got my full attention and had me to doing a double take.

“Your Majesty I thought our agreement was to keep all this between us. Meaning no outsiders. What does this mean?” I was busy on my private link with Ann and Molly at the same time, and I’m sure they were on their links to the other members of the Hive.

“I assure you Mr. Evans I am very sorry about this. It appears that some of my personal retainers, whom I placed great faith in until now, were less than discrete. You know the old American saying, “Loose lips sink ships”, well that was what happened here. Mr. Lee here knows everything, but I can assure you that I still stand behind our deal. All is not lost, Allah has provided. Please listen to what Mr. Lee has to say, then make your decision.” Did I have a choice?

“Would you and your young ladies have a seat. We have a Power Point Presentation that will fully explain our presence here. Does anybody want refreshment before we start.” Lee stated it matter of factly. Then looked at each one of us in turn.

“How long is this...this...presentation?” I asked.

“About an hour.” He answered.

“Then I think I’ll have some BBQ Potato chips, some dip and a regular Mountain Dew. What’ll you have Girls.” I figured to get comfortable anyway.

“The same Sir.” From Ann and Molly.

We waited until one of the Palace staff brought what we had ordered. Then watched what the King had already seen.

“That’s real?” I asked after it was over.

“Oh yes it’s real and coming this way, but it will not be observable until sometime in 2044. There’s nothing we’re got that will even scratch it. That’s a Black Hole, not just a piece of space junk. " Mr. Lee confirmed.

“What do you want from us?” I questioned.

“The King had a few reservations about your deal after you explained about your Box. The King was afraid that your Box would destroy his economy, and started having reservations about your deal. We explained to him that we...all of us, will need your help if we are to escape this cataclysm.” Mr. Lee explained.

“Sir, one of the reasons we are here is we have refused to disrupt our own economies and it’s dependence on oil.” I tried to assure the King of our good intentions.

“I was unaware of the Event and the Object, but my involvement in this matter is still only to find my Promised Land Mr. Evans.” The King replied.

“We the Organization of Assassins have the unpleasant job of controlling the information about the Event and the Object headed this way. Until now we were just keeping the lid on this thing. Nobody knew of a way to avoid it, but now you show up. Now there’s hope.”

“Look Mr. Lee I don’t know anything about your Event, but you do. Why don’t you come back with me and see Bob and Bill.”

“I was hoping you would offer us that opportunity, but who is this Bob and Bill.”

“Well Bob is the intelligence that runs our interstellar spaceship, and Bill...well Bill is a Builder. One of a old race of beings far, far older than man and much smarter too I might add. If anybody knows what to do about your Object it’ll be Bill or one of his brothers. In the mean time I’ll leave Kelly, Kathy, Linda, and Laura here to learn about you...your...your Organization of Assassins and what the situation here is.”

“I think that can work Harry. Are you Ok with this your Majesty?”

“When I discovered your ships in space and realized what they implied I knew that Allah had made all this possible. I could finally fulfill my Grandfather’s wish. My Grandfather was a simple devout Moslem Bedouin tribesman gentlemen. That was all he ever wanted to be. The world came to us, we didn’t seek out the world. My Grandfather chose a path that left us with something. The others, those that chose to resist the changes you Western Infidels brought are no more. Most of them’s names are not even remembered today. My Grandfather’s decisions allowed us to keep some of our values and customs intact even if we were only puppets for our European and latter American Masters. Now...now we have a chance to have our own world. A perfect world, a world provided by a most merciful and all knowing Allah. Our World.” The King looked at us expectantly.”

“Your Majesty in my younger days I read a lot of science fiction are you sure your younger generation want’s to go back to the old ways, or the old days for that matter?” I had to ask.

“Oh I know that you can never go back. My Father, and his Father, and so on for thousands of years were ever the realists. I am a realists, and you are right. No, our youth will not return to the old ways, not voluntarily, but we can recruit from the lesser tribes and establish our world in that way. We can reestablish the old ways on our own world with the displaced refugees from a war torn Middle East. Thousands of people have been left homeless by your wars gentlemen. They will bless us for giving them this opportunity.”

“Not my wars Sir, but your entitled to try Sir.”

So my four Area 51 Girls were shipped off to Arizona to learn about this so called Organization of Assassins, and Lee and his four girls went back with us to our Moon base then to Bob and on to the Builders Home World itself. Lana, Lee, and Lola were sent back to put up the one man portal and to work for the King on his project. Maybe he could establish his Paradise, who knows. It could be no worse than Disneyland, ha, ha. Who are we to judge.