The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The secretary ushered me into the room of the Director. She gestured me to sit down.

‘Dear Eva, let’s not waste time. You have turned 18 today; you must leave this orphanage. Your options here, unfortunately, are somewhat limited. You are too smart to turn to crime; you were never interested in the pimps hanging around here, and their fake promises. Basically, you are heading for the homeless shelter—which seems a waste to me. But there are other options.’

‘I am sorry Ma’am. I’m not joining the military. Even if that’s why you forced me to have all those medical check-ups last week’

‘Ah, you understood that those check-ups had a reason—but it is not the military.’ She fetched some paperwork. ‘If you want, you can become an interstellar colonial—go to the stars.’

I was astounded. ‘But, why me?’

‘Well, it is actually very simple. The UN is going to establish colonies on other planets. Star travel is a one-way trip. It is expensive to send you to another planet, and physically impossible to return. You have no ties to this world, you are smart and resilient, and most important: You are young and healthy. Your job will be to procreate, fill the colony with new colonials.’ She looked thoughtfully: ‘And besides, I’ve always thought that you do not belong in this world. So I hope that you will belong in another one.

I needed little time to decide. Even if I would never be sent out to another planet, UN would pay for further education —a once in a life-time opportunity. But deep in my heart, I knew something else was important for me, something that I read online: The colonists would mainly be female, one man for every 10 women. The logic was simple; the men were basically only taken along to get the women pregnant; this would guarantee the fastest growth. I liked the company of women, of sisters.

Boot camp was hell. I thought I was street-wise, and that I knew how to survive in the city. Now I learned to survive outdoors: make your own fire, make you own food (starting from life animals), make your own latrine, and so on. The first day, the instructor warned us, that half of us would either leave or be forced out within 6 weeks; she was optimistic.

Our assignment for the day had been simple; build a shack with whatever is available—in torrential rain. After we had succeeded, we were suddenly granted a rare luxury: shower. I pretended to wash myself while at the same time I secretly ogled at my fellow to-be-colonists. We had been given the nickname ‘cows’, meant as insult, but adopted as sobriquet. We were all women, not especially beautiful, but all young and fit—and tough. I felt wetness between my legs, which was not caused by the hot shower, but by another hotness. I did not dare to touch myself, even with the pretence to clean. Suddenly, a whisper in my ear: ‘Do you like what you see? I see what I like.’ I turned and looked into the piercing green eyes of one of my fellow cows, a strong dark-haired girl. ‘You’re Eva, right? I’m Lilith. Come, let me wash your back. That’s so much easier.’ She did not only wash my back, she massaged my shoulders, and rubbed my ass. ‘Now you have to wash me’ she declared matter-of-factly. I clumsily did so, noticing that the shower was emptying, but that we were not the only ones lingering and washing each other. ‘I see’ she said ‘I see that you want to, but that you don’t dare, or know how. Come.’ We left the shower, I tried to put on a towel, but Lilith just directed me to one of the bedrooms. ‘No need to be shy. I’ve seen you shit and bleed. Now I want to see you cum.’ She pushed me on the bed so that I laid on the bed face down, and put a finger in my cunt; it slid easily in. I moaned and shuddered. I felt two fingers going in, and a third one rubbing between my labia. ‘O, what is this, what are you doinnggg.’ She stopped, surprised. ‘You are a fucking virgin, ain’t you?’ I nodded. ‘With boys and girls? Only been fantasizing?’ I nodded again. ‘Well, you surely are a dyke—even if you didn’t know it yet. That’s why you never actually did anything, although you smelled like a pussy licker from day one.’ Lilith turned me around, so that I could face her. ‘No wonder you were clumsy. I’ll teach you. They think we’re stupid cows, but I know one thing: We won’t have many pleasures out there in the Galaxy, but your body will be one of them.’

She first made me lick her finger. I tasted my own juices. Then she carefully put her finger between my legs again, slowly rubbing until she found the most sensitive spot. I trembled. ‘This is your clit.’ She kissed it. I trembled even more. ‘And this is how it should be treated.’ I felt how Lilith started licking my clit, while she slid her finger again in my cunt. Her finger seemed to rub the inside of my clit, a sensational feeling that made me scream and faint. I moaned, shuddered, and trembled, until I felt a wave of orgasm hitting me. ‘A real scream queen, you are. Now, one orgasm can’t be enough to exhaust you. You are a tough little bitch.’

She moved up, sat down on me, her ass on my tits, her pussy in my face. ‘Now show me what you have learnt. Lick my pussy.’ I complied, slowly first, but with growing enthusiasm. I felt Lilith’s juices flowing from her cunt, mixing with my own. My arms were held by her firm legs, but I managed to move my hand to my own pussy; I was amazed by the wetness. I slowly fingered my cunt again, my clit was too sensitive. Now Lilith was moving uncontrollably, almost gagging me and drowning me when she orgasmed and squirted.

We held each other while she now gently stroked my back and ass. ‘You’re a good student. We gonna have fun out there...’

Many expected that I would be one of the dropouts, but while the beggar from one of the Indian slums was literally never seen again after 100 km cross-country trail through Alaska, and the girl from the Australian outback broke after being locked up for three days with five others in a cell without standing room. I managed both ordeals, and many others. Or more, truthfully, Lilith had adopted me and pulled me through. I quickly lost my clumsiness with women, or my shame. I first enjoyed a new cunt every evening; three days in a cell with Lilith, Kayla, Sharon, Lisa and Alex meant three days of uninterupted exploration of each others body. We were expressly forbidden to have sex with men (we should not become pregnant here, we should wait until we had settled there), but there were hardly any men around anyway. We became a gang of rowdy bitches; but we could work and as the instructor put it: ‘you are now able to manage any fucking situation.’ Lilith’s view was even better: We will fuck, but we will not fuck-up.’

Boot camp ended with a small graduation ceremony. A few days later, we had a much more important informal ceremony: The last day on Earth –and the last opportunity for enjoying any thing that did not exist in space. Regulations forbade a lot of things that might jeopardise a safe and convenient trip into space, especially drinking, smoking and other drugs, but some booze was smuggled in. Regulations did not forbid one obvious activity –which I enjoyed with Lilith, Amanda (she told me her name menas: she who must be fucked), Lara, Frederica, and a number of girls whose name I did not get because I was too busy . This last day was traditionally nicknamed tattoo day –the last opportunity to get a decent tattoo, and the last opportunity to prove that you could stand getting it. Most cows choose a tattoo that went with the nickname – a bull’s head with impressive horns, on one of the upper arms or wherever. Some choose stars, also fitting for an interstellar colonist, or a tribal. I wanted a butterfly. ‘You are a strange breed, Eva, one of a kind.’ Lilith remarked. ‘You are tough as any of us, but somehow… sweter.’

We met our fellow colonists on Eros Space station. We were seated in a cramped mess room, a women with a friendly bust determined air stood up in front. She was one of the few people who looked older than 40.

‘I am Dr. Elisabeth Higginson. I will be your expedition leader. Our chosen destination is a living planet with the mundane name PC4761. We will give it a more fitting name when we have arrived. Until then, we will go through some final preparations and drills. However, the most important part now is to get to know each other: We will be a 300-human strong community. When we are at PC4761, we will work together and eat together.’

‘And fuck together’ I silently added.

Although we had all been selected for social and cooperative skills, there was some hidden tension between the General Colonists, cows like me, and the Specialised Colonists, collectively nicknamed the farmers, although half of them were really technicians. The farmers found the cows stupid but uncannily tough; we found them arrogant but admired their skills. And they were uptight; while I had gotten used to walking around in underwear or naked and French-kissing as the standard means of saying ‘hello’, the farmers were anxious to keep up decorum.

Then there were the brass and the nerds; some senior staff surrounding Dr. Higginson and a small team of scientists –my fellow cows thought they were a bunch of softies, but I was immediately impressed by their intelligence and curiosity. They wanted to go, not because they had nothing to loose like me and , but because they were genuine explorers. Meanwhile, the small group of men (all scientists or technicians) looked completely lost between the women who outnumbered them.

The space ship Mayflower was basically an enormous tin can with a brake. The Eros Space Station had an enormous gadget to create a wormhole; the Mayflower would be shot through the wormhole, after which it had one chance to land safely on PC4761. After landing, it would serve as our home and shelter: A very cramped home: I now understood why we had been locked up as part of our training: We would be stuck in this tin can for approximately two weeks during approach and deceleration.

The trip itself was remarkably uneventful. Everyone boarded, countdown, a small quiver when the Mayflower was detached from Eros, and another one when we fell through the wormhole. There was no way back now.

I shared a cabin with Lilith and four others. The cabin was small, three bunk beds on either wall and just enough room between them to climb in and out. However, each bed could easily hold two, especially if you snuggled or 69-ed. Which I did a lot, the first days; after a week, I had basically eaten all the pussies that were available and boredom kicked in (Lilith seemed insatiable in this respect). I started walking around, trying to have some chats with the others, but the farmers ignored me, thinking I was a stupid rowdy bitch (granted, I probably was one), while the others were off limits on the command deck. The last day, we had to buckle up on our beds to withstand deceleration and landing, just waiting. It was the first time that I could not touch someone if I wanted to.

After boot camp, the actual colonisation was a breeze. Especially when the scientists discovered that the indigenous plants and wildlife were actually edible. We did not have to eat the stored food, nor toil day and night to create fields and plant crops. The trees around our camp yielded delicious fresh fruits, and the animals were easy to hunt or trap –even I could catch them. The third evening, Kayla was sitting in Sharon’s lap, eating from a large chopstick, while Sharon slowly caressed her belly and tits, licking and nibbling her clean of what she spilled. Lilith and I shared a banana-like fruit, which protruded from Emily’s cunt—and after sharing the banana, we began sharing Emily herself. Sarah, one of the farmers that we had helped chopping wood during the day, commented when she saw us: ‘Eva and Lilith, huh. The original Eva and Lilith lived in Eden, the original paradise.’ The name stuck immediately. Two days later, our colony was officially christened Eden.

Six weeks later, Dr. Higginson made an announcement. We would have a huge celebration—the first time that men and women would, as she demurely put it, ‘intermingle’. We all knew what the celebration meant—an enormous orgy as a starting point for procreation and further growth of the colony.

After sunset, an enormous bonfire was lit. Everyone ate and drank. Someone had been able to manufacture some drums, and now these were used to make whipping up music. Even many of the farmers had stuck to the dress code—nothing—and if they did not fuck, then at least they were wildly dancing to the music. I saw Lilith seducing one of the farmers—I remembered her as one of the most uptight women during the space flight. Now she got a crash course in the double whammy, or the triple whammy; clit, cunt, arse. However, while I had enjoyed such orgies, this evening I was not in the mood and retreated, enjoying the fire from a distance.

I saw Dr. Higginson, she also exited the party. She was one of the few who did not participate, who was still in uniform—sort of. She walked up to me. ‘Don’t you wanna join the rest?’

‘Should I?’ I asked dutifully. She smiled: ‘No, you do not have to.’ There was a brief, contemplating silence, the she continued. ‘I noticed you before; you stand out among the General Colonists. I see another use for you. Come with me, if you want.’ I was not so stupid as to refuse a request of my expedition leader, even if it was after midnight, and I was not really dressed for the occasion (in fact, I was not really dressed, of course). We walked around the bonfires where the party was going on, and returned to the Mayflower, now partially buried after the landing. A young red-haired women sat at the entrance, slowly chewing on a piece of yellow fruit. Dr. Higginson introduced me to her: ‘Eva, this is Dr. Estelle Morgan, the xenobiologist. She needs a field assistant, and I guess she found one.’ I hurriedly nodded my agreement.

While most of the colonists were only interested in the indigenous wildlife, Estelle tried to study it. She was cheerful: ‘I hit paydirt. I volunteered as a scientist, I am the only xenobiologist here, and I knew that I might end up as a soil tiller. Now I even have an assistant.’ I became her handmaiden, running errands, doing all the odd jobs that research involved. Estelle shared her ideas, that neither the other scientists who came with the Mayflower nor the scarce reports from Earth took seriously . ‘Have you noticed, that the fruits grow back quicker and quicker, and seem to become tastier and more nutritious? As if it is adapting to us? And the animals are not just stupid, they seem to offer themselves as food. And there’s something else: Everything that’s alive here, seems to carry some viral cells, only a few, but they are there –something that no one has ever seem before.’ I suggested that we should go into the woods, to see if the fruits around our camp indeed had become different from the fruits elsewhere, and to see if we could find more of these viral cells. Estelle looked impressed: ‘That’s a mighty good ideas, and I guess that we could do this together.’

Dr. Higginson had some concerns regarding our safety, but then reasoned that the worst outcome would be that Estelle and I would not return, which seemed an acceptable risk now that the colony was thriving. She warned us, that there would not be a rescue effort if we did not return. So we left with two backpacks, some instruments (most analysis had to wait until our return) and emergency food. After three days walking, we exited the forest and arrived at sea. Estelle tried to collect many different specimens. Meanwhile, I set up camp on the beach, made a small fire, and caught a rabbit-like animal.

After the sun had set, we sat at the fire, listening to the surf, and eating the food I had prepared. We got philosophical. ‘Have you ever thought about becoming a scientist?’ Estelle asked. ‘No,’ I said. ‘I never even got the opportunity to consider something else than becoming a General Colonist. And you, have you ever considered becoming a lesbian colonist?’ Estelle laughed. ‘I never experimented with women, not even while in College. I was too busy understanding the world. You know, I am jealous at you. You are natural, strong, and free. No stupid inhibitions: You’re sitting here naked, because there no reason not to be. While I am still wearing this fucking coverall because I do not dare. Why can’t I be like the rest of us?’

I nodded. ‘But I’m not part of that group either—not really. That’s why I like to be with you. You are really interested in things. You really wanna see, see new things. Kayla and Lilith wouldn’t mind on which fucking planet they are, as long as they can fuck. But I mind.’

‘I feel cold,’ Estelle suddenly said. ‘Eva, please keep me warm.’ She shuffled to me and I hugged her. I partly unzipped her coverall, laying one hand on her belly. She didn’t feel cold. I touched her nipple, feeling it harden. She trembled; I fully unzipped the coverall. I removed her arms from the sleeves, slowly caressing. removing the trouser legs was more difficult; I sensed I had to be careful, that she was sweet, so much sweeter than all the others. Estelle sat in my lap, I wrapped my arms and legs, my whole body around her, holding her, careful and protective. I touched her crotch, feeling that she still wore panties, a garment that I hadn’t worn in weeks. Now it was inviting, a little secretive. My hand slid in her panties, and I felt her wetness. I slowly licked her earlobe. She surrendered, surrendered more completely than anyone ever did.

I got up at sunrise. Estelle was still sound asleep, I let her be. I walked along the seashore, enjoying the warm sun on my naked skin. This was really paradise.I saw a crab-like creature. I grabbed it and wondered whether it would be edible like the other animals. However, although it hadn’t run away, it wasn’t meek like the other animals. It swayed its claws and then bit me. I felt a sharp pain, as if something was injected. I screamed and ran back to the camp. The scream had awoken Estelle; she stood up and inspected the wound. ‘That’s a nasty one, let’s tend to it.’ She looked at me. ‘Are you all right, you’re looking paler every second?’ I fainted.

I wandered, no I flew, or was it me? I saw myself on the beach, no walking though the forest. Or was I, or was it Estelle, or Lilith? Sarah, Sharon, Kayla? Who was I? I was a cow, no a crab, a bird, flying around the colony. I saw the Mayflower coming but how could I because I was in it, but I wasn’t. I felt curiosity for new things, no it was excitement, or was it. Did it belong? But everything belongs if it embraces… There was purpose, a purpose that I had never felt, no the purpose had always been there but the Mayflower was new and I was a tree hit by the blast, and although I died I lived on because I wasn’t the tree but the whole forest. And the forest felt purpose and excitement, but how could it? The forest wanted to be beautiful and perfect and caring, feed its new inhabitants because it wanted harmony, happiness, not only the forest but everything wanted harmony. Everything had a purpose and wanted to be beautiful and caring and perfect, and I needed it but I wasn’t part of it because Eva fought the forest and everything and Eva didn’t belong or did she or did I, and we fought us, no the human fought the forest, ABUSED the forest and everything, but I was both human and forest and everything, and everything wanted harmony, and our purpose was harmony and making each other happy. I wanted to belong and I could if I did not fight the forest and embrace everything and become beautiful and caring myself… And I felt an explosion of happiness, cumming and cumming....

I awoke. I was lying on a jury-rigged bed of soft leaves. ‘You feeling all right again? I really thought you were not going to make it, you had feverish dreams and delirium for three days. The only thing that I could understand of it is that you wanted to belong .’ She brought me some fresh fruit, dripping with juice.

‘Try to eat this. By the way, some other strange things have happened to you. During the last day, when you were past the worst fever, you lost your scars and moles, and apparently also your body hair.’ I touched myself, feeling a new smoothness, caressing a new me. I sat up, my mind suddenly completely clear.

‘Estelle, quit your research. And we have to go back to the colony, to convince them to change their ways. Our ways.’

‘Why?’

‘Because we abuse the forest.’

Estelle looked stupefied, not knowing if she should laugh or not. ‘Estelle, believe me, the forest is everything, not only the trees and flowers but also the animals and birds, and it is in harmony and we can be part of it and I am part of it but we should never abuse it. It is all interconnected and we can connect and I connected and I belong. And I will not allow abuse of myself and the forest that I belong to. The forest will first try to embrace anything that is new, isolate it if that does not work out, then only destroy it if there is no other option. The forest wants to embrace, because harmony makes us stronger.’

Estelle was silent for several minutes pondered what I had said. Then she seemed to have a flash of insight. ‘Eva, will you allow me to run some tests on you? I will not abuse you—I will respect you.’ I agreed. Half an hour and some blood sampling later, Estelle pointed to a picture on the screen of the analyser. ‘A viral cell –from your blood. It adapted slightly to you, and it adapted you also. It is a Gaia-virus, a virus that makes living organisms adapt to each other, with as a consequence a stable world –Gaia, or paradise.’

‘Eva, what is it like? Are you a mindless drone? or..?’ I thought about it, then stopped thinking, and felt. I opened my mind, and smelled—if smelling was the word, but somehow, the air carried messages of the forest, and now that I embraced, I could send out messages to the forest, to Gaia, messages telling what I needed.

‘I am free. I am free to pursue—to chose. To get what I want. There is enough for our need, but not for our greed.’ Estelle stared at me: ‘That’s an awfully famous quotation.’ I did not know the quote; it was what I felt with all my body. This was how Gaia feels.

‘Hey, do you need a dildo?’ I walked to one of the trees; instead of a fruit, it had grown a perfect lingam. Estelle burst out in laughter. ‘How did you do that?’

‘I do not know. I just wished it for you.’

There was no fire that night. I insisted that we did not need a fire, that burning up wood was abuse. Estelle had reluctantly agreed. She had done some more analysis, and concludes that the air was filled with some kind of feromones, produced by all the organisms carrying the Gaia-virus. Estelle said that the feromones made me part of Gaia, made me communicate with all the life around me. She could rationally understand this, but she was no part of it.

‘Will Gaia embrace me, Eva?’ I looked at Estelle. ‘I will. I will embrace you if you embrace me. I feel that it will be easier now, because I’ll help you. If you need knowledge, Gaia will give it.’ I showed my teeth. ‘A vampire’s embrace. Two sharp teeth to infect you with the Gaia virus, if you want it.’ We embraced.

After I bit Estelle, I made her forget the pain by slowly caressing her body. I saw that she had wild vivid dreams, the first spasms might have been pain, but the later ones were clearly orgasms. We spooned all night, I felt that she became part of Gaia, that she now belonged too. And I felt we belonged together.

I convinced Estelle that we had one overriding obligation: Gaia would isolate or even destroy the colony, unless we did something to prevent this. So we walked back through the forest—and bumped into a small party of colonists, including Lilith. We hugged and French-kissed.

‘You looking good’ Lilith said. ‘Many already thought that the two of you wouldn’t return. But you seem to be in better shape than us.’

‘What happened?’

‘No one understands. The trees stopped yielding fruits, and the animals disappeared. We had to go into the forest, but is seems as if it is receding. We have to travel farther and farther, for less and less food. I don’t mind the fucking work, but I want some fucking reward.’

‘The forest will feed you Lilith, if you stop taking more than you need. Embrace it—give back what you take. There is enough for everyone need, but not for everyone’s greed.’

Lilith smiled: ‘I always thought you were different, but now you talk like you’re fucking nuts.’ She slapped me on my bum. ‘On the other hand, Miss Treehugger, your fucking ass is in better shape than mine. And what happened to Miss Nerdy? How did you transform her from lab rat to cow?’

Estelle put her arm around Lilith’s waist so that their tits touched. Estelle whispered in Lilith’s ear: ‘Miss Nerdy feels that Miss Treehugger has a point. Why work your fucking ass off, if the situation gets all fucked up ‘cause of it?’

Everyone laughed. ‘You mean mutiny?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘Just walk out.’

And they did.

One week later, Dr. Higginson herself showed up.

‘A strange situation you have created. I sent a message to Earth, that this planet is virus-ridden en inherently dangerous—I reckon that they will focus resources on other colonies. I was expedition leader of a colony—and now there is no colony anymore.’

‘You helped me, Dr Higginson; It is time to return the debt. What do you need?’

She sighed: ‘I need to be responsible. I’m so arrogant to think that I am a good leader; and I was chosen as expedition leader because others thought so too—but I need someone to lead.’

‘Gaia needs people who take responsibility—if you embrace.’

One month later. Estelle and I were ready.

We were sitting at a table, Dr Higginson at the head. She gestured to Kayla:

‘Bring us some fruit juice.’

Kayla licked her lips and complied, not only providing everyone with juice, but also softly biting everyone’s earlobe in the process.

‘Oh, Kayla, you slut.’ Lilith said.

‘She is not a slut,’ Dr. Higginson said indignantly. ‘She is my personal assistant and she has freely chosen to serve me.’

‘In one word, a slut.’

‘Okay, a slut, then. But as the boss around here, I like to have a slut to serve me. It keeps me from pushing around people who do not like to.’ She gestured again. ‘Kayla, I spilled some juice. Lick it—please.’ Kayla started licking Dr. Higginson’s tit, first removing the sweet juice, then just nibbling on the nipple, because she as a slut and wanted to serve her mistress.

‘You sure you’re not coming along?’ I said to Lilith.

‘No, no, I’m really just a stupid cow. The only things I need are working and fucking—and especially the fucking part. Estelle and you are the explorers around here.’

‘I still have to get used to the idea that it is not necessary to take anything along.’ Dr. Higginson. ‘you just walk out of here.’

‘Gaia will provide with anything we need.’ I smiled. ‘And through us, Gaia is conscious now. It wants to know itself better—no, we want to know ourselves better. So we will explore.’

‘There seems to be a prairie up north, probably with totally different wildlife.’ Estelle said. ‘We saw it on the pictures taken by the Mayflower. I’m really curious how the organisms adapted to each other there. It’s only a 1000 kilometres, a two—, maybe three months walk.’

‘And then you will return.’

‘Maybe, if we feel like it.’

We were laying on a sandy beach. We enjoyed the last warm rays of the sun, together with a fabulous dinner of fresh fish, while discussing the sighting of an enormous whale-like creature earlier today. I cuddled up with Estelle. ‘Do you fancy dessert?’

‘I fancy you as dessert.’ She touched my cunt, making me shudder, then licked her finger. ‘Hmm, exactly the right taste.’

I returned the favour, then gently making rounds with my finger around her hard left nipple. Estelle relaxed. Her mind shifted to other things. ‘Let’s hope we get to those cliffs tomorrow.’

‘Ssst’ I said. ‘Those cliffs are beautiful but they will still be there the day after tomorrow. Or next week.’

I climbed on Estelle, looking her deep in the eyes. She wrapped her legs around mine and we kissed deeply. We belonged together and the whole world became one.