The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The door dilated, and Commander Winona Klurg prepared herself for the biggest and most important moment of her very big and important career. She looked around the room at the scientists over in their science corner sciencing. She looked back at her substantial staff who were a testimony to her importance by being there in substantial numbers. She felt big and important, which she liked. She took a deep and important breath.

Then she fixed her face in the best smile she could manage as the Ilaknao delegation…well, oozed in. There was no other word for it. She would have liked there to be, and if it would have done any good (or even maybe if it hadn’t) she would have ordered there to be. But there was not.

The Ilaknao were a tentacled amorphous mass. Or was a tentacled amorphous mass. The United Conglomeration of Worlds had not managed to figure out even that much about the species. Maybe amorphous masses were singular; maybe they were plural. Who knew? Not Commander Klurg, and she had all the data, because that’s how important she was.

The Ilaknao had space travel, so they were intelligent. They seemed peaceful. They seemed to want to make contact. Or at least, when humans approached them, they extended…bits. To make contact. And then sat there and throbbed.

All efforts to communicate with them further had so far been completely useless.

But Klurg was legendary for stepping in where uselessness had been and spreading usefulness about with a daring swagger and a decisive wave. She was going to communicate right now. Usefully.

“Lieutenant Dexys!” she declared with a forthright virility. She liked the way it sounded so much she said it again. “Lieuuuutenant Dexys! Are we ready?”

This was where Dexys was supposed to say, “Yes, sir!” or better, “Absolutely, Commander Klurg, sir! Step forward brilliantly into history right now!”

But instead, inevitably, Dexys knitted her dark brows and hemmed.

“Well…it’s just, as I said sir, I’m not exactly sure your brain is ready…I mean, brains are tricky, sir, and the tech is new and I just wonder if we should have a test brain rather than all braining ourselves…I mean…”

“Noooonsense!” Klurg roared. It was a good roar. “Noooooooonnnnnseeennnse! We have discussed the brains and the proper protocol, Lt. Dexys! I will make contact, and you all will listen to me with the new translator devices so my words may be recorded in brains and on record at this exciting interspecies development!”

Dexys shrank behind her eyebrows. The lieutenant could be frustratingly self-willed at times, but Klurg knew how to cow her. Which was in itself rather fun.

“Chop chop. Chop chop!” Klurg snapped, and Dexys scurried over to attach the Neuro-Interchange Module to Klurg’s forehead. Klurg felt the adhesive backing for a second, damp and squishy—rather like the Ilaknao, actually—before it settled in.

Dexys stepped back and her mouth did something odd. Was she laughing at the look of Klurg with a black box in the center of her forehead? Klurg squinted suspiciously, but Dexys’ mouth had followed her eyebrows into submission. As it should be, Klurg smugged internally.

Dexys put the black box on her own forehead, where it did, in fact, look a little silly, Klurg had to admit. Others around the room were affixing the boxes as well. Then Dexys crossed the space to the Ilaknao.

One Ilaknao tentacle sqooshed out of the mass and touched Dexys on the hip in a kind of glorping caress. For a second, Klurg was half afraid the creature was going to push the science officer away or resist in some manner, which would mean delays and paperwork and would not allow Klurg to show the decisive decisiveness which had become the trademark of Captain Klurg. But the Ilaknao seemed content to rest its tentacle thing there as Dexys attached the box to its mass.

Klurg inhaled deeply because she knew she looked impressive when she inhaled, despite the slightly unpleasant, acrid smell of Ilaknao which filled the room. The Conglomeration had been working on these devices for a year now. They’d incorporated everything they knew about Ilaknao biology and technology—which wasn’t much.

But in theory, if the Ilaknao were sentient and intelligent, there should be some sort of neural activity. The NIM would take that activity and translate it into standard. Supposedly. And then it would take Klurg’s standard and translate it into something the Ilaknao could understand.

No doubt the interchange would be crude. But it would be a place to start for the scientists and techs and big brain geniuses—who clustered hopefully on one side of the room, looking at gadgets and doodads and screens and occasionally at Klurg in all her impressiveness.

Now or never, Klurg figured. “Hello!” she said with what she knew was a friendly but official intonation. “I’m Commander Klurg, captain of the ship Sentience!, and official diplomatic representative of the United Conglomeration of Worlds. Official diplomatic representative! It is an honor for me to preside at this first meeting of neuropackets, and an honor for you to be so presided with me here!”

That did not sound precisely as she had hoped, but it was not in her nature to be daunted, so she pressed forward undauntedly. “We hope this can be the beginning of meaningful intercourse between our two species!”

She could feel the NIM doing something. It was warm against her forehead, and seemed to throb slightly. The Ilankao trembled and throbbed. But was it trembling and throbbing more than usual? How could you tell?

Klurg looked over at Dexys to consult with her about the trembling and throbbing. The woman was watching the Ilaknao. Her lips were pursed. Her chest, Klurg noticed absently, was small but firm, and pressed pleasantly against the red form-fitting uniform. It rose and fell. Rose and fell. She should complement Dexys on her chest at the next opportunity. “Nice chest, Lieutenant!” she could say. “Very perky nipples!”

How long had nothing been happening?

Intercourse.

Klurg blinked. “Intercourse?” she said.

The throbbing tentacle glob was definitely throbbing more there. The appendage on Dexys hip seemed to be spreading. Dexys’ lips were parted, her tongue flicked out tentatively. She looked over at Klurg with an odd, half-lidded look. It was unexpectedly sensual, even with the black box there on her forehead. Or maybe because of the black box.

Intercourse. rxdfeiacDNA. Neuro language unscramble progress. Fuck you sluts hard?

Klurg was not usually at a loss for words, but she felt decidedly non plussed. Also a little warm. The box on her forehead seemed to be pulsing much like the pulsing tentacles and also like something a little further down that was pulsing where it shouldn’t be.

There was something wrong with the translation. It was time to take the decisive action for which she was known throughout the galaxy!

“Dexys! There is something wrong with the translation neuro whatsit! It is saying it wants to fuck you sluts hard. Fix it at once!”

“Okay,” her sober, easily cowed assistant said breathily. She pulled down her tight pants revealing a nice, trimmed blonde cunny. The Ilkanao tentacles throbbed and straightened with appreciation. One thrust in. Dexys screamed.

Intercourse assimilated. Affirm xasdfiefuck. Neurostimulate centers.

Klurg drew herself up officiously, and realized she was panting. She clutched her chest to stop herself from panting and not to feel her own slutty nipples, which were hardening officiously. “Stop? Oooh,” she said. She tried again. “Stop fucking that delicious Dexys cunt with your throbbing tentacle cock! Dexys, remove that tentacle cock! And why is your snatch hair blonde! Are you dyeing your eyebrows?”

Dexys gasped. There were other gasps. With her keen highly developed observation powers honed on years of observing, Klurg observed that the scientists and her entourage were engaged in numerous and improbable acts of depravity.

A big-bosomed redhead was bent over one of the science doodads while a thin but enthusiastic colleague fucked her from behind. Her tits swayed vigorously as she licked a shuddering Ilaknao appendage. Two other women were slamming their hot twats against a double sided-dildo…or actually it appeared to be a small Ilaknao with tentacle protrusions at both ends?

So the Ilaknao mass could apparently split into many another Ilaknao mass. This was important information. She should confirm.

“Is it a lot of you fucking or are you one giant multiple-bodied fuck force fucking us sluts,” she said, rubbing the black box or possibly her naked needy clit. A finger slipped inside her so probably the second.

Blonde cunnies and black eyebrows are typical among my people oh fuck your dripping snatch is hot. Bring that over here, baby.

“Black eyebrows are typical among the Ilaknao? Do they even have hot snatches? Oh god!” Commander Klurg expostulated as Dexys delightful tongue traced along her slit. She was kneeling atop the lieutenant’s face, legs spread. She felt a firm, slick tentacle exploring the ring of her asshole.

Klurg took a deep breath. “We are eager to consummate relations between our two species,” she said, “but dignified priorities must be unnnnggggghhhhhh! Ugh!” Her dignity bucked hard against Dexys mouth; the lieutenant responded with enthusiastic oral approval. She thrust against the Ilaknao’s impossibly hard, impossibly erotic priorities.

Full translation effected. We have come for your women. Men also. In peace and fertile fucking.

Klurg came. She liked how it sounded. So she came again.

End