The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Bree screwed up. She screwed up so badly… She was making her way through the hangar where Sam’s new crew had gathered to launch up towards their new ship, which had finally finished being fully constructed in orbit. The hangar was packed with beautiful women, distractingly beautiful women Bree noted as her eyes lingered on a particularly curvy redhead… She shook herself, how was she supposed to lead these women if she kept finding herself… Ooo, that one had a great ass… Stop it Bree! The point was that her careless mention of fielding an all female team of gorgeous women while Sam was still receptive had created…well it was both a paradise and a hell. On the one hand these women…girls almost were so young and inexperienced that Bree of all people was more qualified to lead than the majority of them! On the other hand…it was a lesbian wet dream to be trapped on a ship for months or years at a time with nothing but beautiful women to entertain her…and distract her.

It helped that they were all wearing the new Perseus uniforms…not that the uniforms weren’t fashionable in their own way…or sexy in their own way… Stars a woman in uniform was really hot, but at least they were all dressed fairly similarly, it helped dilute the effect of so many gorgeous women together at once. Bree was wearing one such uniform now, a dark navy blue and white getup consisting of a small military dress jacket, it was quite official looking in its pure white color and was made of a comfortable material, it didn’t even come down to her belly button so a skintight shirt made of the same material, though this was a dark navy color, as a flight suit was worn underneath, a tight micro mini waist skirt, also made of the same material as a flight suit and also a pure white color, which required the navy blue pants worn underneath to not make the girls look well…extremely unprofessional. These were not skintight and felt very breathable, they did hide the girls’ legs, but that was probably a design feature, especially with that skirt which, as it was made of the same material as a flight suit, Bree guessed would be used in linking up with various equipment throughout the ship. Finally, she wore these sleek navy combat boots with slightly magnetic soles designed for walking around in space ships. The Perseus would have artificial gravity of course, but if there was a malfunction, or worse an attack, the boots would provide a slight anchoring Bree could use to maneuver from. There was one more thing every uniform had, a badge of rank adorning their left breast. Bree’s was a golden color to denote her as Vice-Captain…it felt heavier than normal.

Almost all the other girls were wearing this uniform, though they would have slight differences based on their position, in their full crew of 30. Bree had already memorized exactly who to expect on this voyage. Obviously there was Sam, the Captain, as well as herself, a newly promoted Lieutenant, acting as Vice-Captain. They had a Chief Engineer, heading an engineering corps of 3 others. A Chief Medical Officer, heading a staff of 3 other doctors, and a Mental Wellness Specialist, whatever that meant, a communications specialist and her assistant, a Chief Research Officer and her 5 assistants, the Chief Security Officer and her squad of 8 other security personnel, and finally the pilot and her navigator. A pretty reasonably sized team for a Venus-class ship, but nothing compared to the hundreds of crew staffed in something like a Saturn-class. Sam was still new after all, the Peacekeepers had bought into her hypnotic immunity, but that didn’t mean they were going to throw away a ton of resources and manpower on what was essentially a big Hail Mary gambit. Sam really had her work cut out for her.

Speaking of whom, Sam herself was walking up to the small Pluto-class transport, raised up on a dais so that she could address the crew. Her uniform was the same as what Bree and the other girls wore, except her colors were reversed. Whereas the majority of Bree’s uniform was that dark navy blue, Sam’s official uniform was majority pure white, making the busty blonde look almost angelic as she walked up onto the dais…that tight ass straining the skirt and pants she wore in a way that drew Bree’s eye and further distracted her mind…

“Damn check out the Captain…”

“I’d follow that ass anywhere…”

Bree’s head cocked at the hushed voices, surprised to hear her own thoughts being spoken aloud. She couldn’t tell who spoke, however, the 30 women assembled were too new to her to recognize, but she did have a few hopes… No! She was Vice-Captain now! She wore the golden badge. She couldn’t spend her time chasing around beautiful women, she had to protect Sam from…although as she looked out over the crowd the temptation was incredible… There, a particularly curvy redhead with an incredible body and a face that screamed innocent naivety. Across the way a sharply dressed Asian woman with impeccable features that looked used to giving orders and being obeyed, both in the military and in the bedroom. Over her shoulder an absolutely stacked scientist, her chest bulging even with the added lab coat she wore over her uniform instead of the jacket, bigger than even Sam’s, looking up at the Captain and smiling fondly…was she staring? The bust size of the crew was much bigger than the average, but that didn’t mean they weren’t impressive below the waist as well. Some guards looked to be toned and teeming with tight muscle over their slim bodies. Women who weren’t quite “buff” but who’s build impressed upon you that if she decided to pin you down and have her way with you, you weren’t getting up until she wanted you to…

And it wasn’t just the humans, though they were the most populous species in the hangar. A young Chlorophyllian in a bright yellow engineer’s jacket, which contrasted interestingly with her dark green skin, was drool worthy with her lean legs and full round ass. She was standing next to a slim young girl with cat ears and a tail, a real life Crei? The catgirl-like species was very primitive, barely any of them had left their home world of Arigle III, but this one apparently was brave enough to explore the stars…she looked like very much like a fish out of water though. Looking further toward the back of the hangar… Holy shit! Was that a Lustifarian? She had to be! An especially beautiful all female race from the planet Lustifar, Lustifarians were known for their ability to reproduce with nearly any other species, male or female, though the offspring would always be a Lustifarian. They were also known for their long, thin tails, featuring a spade-like bulb at the end which glowed a different color based on their mood, and their generally lustful attitudes… Oh shit she noticed Bree staring!

The Lustifarian grinned, her long tail swishing behind her, propping itself up as though to look over her shoulder, the bulb glowing a steady light pink color as she approached Bree and open her mouth to speak in haughty, queenly tones. “You don’t seem to be dressed for the occasion beautiful, you expecting there to be a funeral so soon?” the Lustifarian spoke past Bree and looked beyond her, at someone over the lusty lesbian’s shoulder. Bree blinked and flushed a little pink herself, almost mirroring the steady glow from the Lustifarian tail.

“I’m not interested…” replied a cold, emotionless, and incredibly bored sounding voice. The type of voice that was as much a dismissal as if she’d just flat out said to go away. Bree turned toward the sound of this voice, and was blown away by who she saw. A young human girl, obviously beautiful, but dressed in an almost gothic parody of the uniform they were supposed to be wearing. Where Bree’s uniform was white, hers was black, and where Bree’s uniform was navy blue, this woman’s was a dark midnight blue. Her top was open, displaying a deep, pale white cleavage, and her legs were covered, not in pants, but distractingly tight black leggings that made her prominently round ass all the more prominent even behind her midnight blue skirt, and all wrapped up in a long black lab coat that looked more like a cloak with her current color scheme. She wore heavy black eye makeup and black lipstick, contrasting with her snow white pale skin so much so that she almost seemed to glow. She’d be a fair match for that gorgeous redhead, if she didn’t look absolutely done with the world and everyone else in it. Off by herself, she was almost blending into the shadows in her own little corner near Bree, it was no wonder Bree didn’t see her…it was impressive that the Lustifarian did!

“Oh come now, we’re going to be working together won’t we?” the Lustifarian said smugly, stepping past Bree to approach the goth…her eyes slipped sideways to eye Bree with a grin for a brief moment that had Bree’s heart in her throat…did that tail brush along the back of her neck? Or was that just chills? “My name is Lexandre, but you can me Sexi.” Bree blinked, did she mishear that? She meant Lexi, right? “And what should I call you Pet?” the goth woman bristled slightly and sighed, straightening up to an impressive height above both Bree, and…Sexi. She was just as tall as Sam!

“Andromeda Blake, Chief Engineer. You’re not on my team, and I’m not on yours. Go away.” Andromeda said coldly, her black eye shadow coated lids narrowing on Sexi to make clear the double meaning to her words. Wait…she was the CHIEF Engineer? Bree blinked several times and stared at her chest…damn…but sure enough, once Bree’s eyes were able to tear themselves away from that pale white cleavage, which was almost hypnotic amongst all the darkness surrounding it, she noted a barely visible badge, pitch black and blending into her silky button up blouse, denoting the rank of a superior officer. Sexi’s badge, like everyone else who wasn’t a Chief of their department, or in command like herself and Sam, was silver. Miraculously, Sexi seemed entirely undeterred by this…

“Come now Annie, we’re all on the same team here. Right? Let’s get to know each other better. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.” Andromeda sighed, and slouched back down to an unassuming height.

“You asked what you should call me, and even after I answered you just ignored me. I don’t think there’s any room for me over there with that big ego of yours. Why don’t you drop dead and leave me alone?” Bree stepped up, sure Andromeda wasn’t exactly trying to sound threatening, she said everything with that same detached, bored tone of voice, but Sexi was right…to a degree. They were all one team, and they needed to be able to get along, even if that meant respecting each other’s wishes and leaving when asked.

“Alright ladies, break it up!” she said, trying her best to channel Sam’s natural, authoritative way of speaking. “You can get to know your teammates after the Captain has made her speech,” she said to Sexi, who was looking her up and down and smiling, her tail flashed yellowish green for a moment before fading back into that soft pink glow. “As for you, I’d recommend getting changed into your actual uniform before the Captain catches you wearing that. She’s a stickler for the rules.” That was very true, Andromeda was going to have a tough time on this ship if she didn’t at least pretend to tow the line where Sam could see her. Andromeda’s attention, and disdain, turned to Bree, her eyes flashing to the golden badge over her left breast before scoffing.

“Whatever. As long as I do a good enough job with the engineering, no one should care about what I wear.” That was something Bree certainly could respect, especially when Andromeda’s choice of attire was so easy on the eyes, but Sam wasn’t going to take that laying down unless… No! Bree was here to STOP that from happening, not be the cause of it! Bree wanted to warn the Chief Engineer of Sam’s strict attitude, but maybe just letting her experience Sam herself would be best…the young second in command didn’t want to step on too many toes. Sam had a tight ass…err would be the tight ass Captain of the ship, Bree would therefore need to be the understanding half of the leadership equation.

“Well, I can certainly agree with that, but I don’t think Sam is going to be that lenient…”

“Sam hmm…” Sexi was getting really close to Bree now, and Bree couldn’t help but flush a little at the beautiful woman’s proximity. The queenly Lustifarian’s eyes flashed in amusement, her tail softening to a pale yellow before returning to the normal light pink glow she always seemed to have by default. “You know Captain Sam…personally then? That would explain that lovely bit of gold you’re wearing there. Why don’t you be a polite girl and…introduce yourself. I’m Sexi.” God she was… Sexi all but stared at Bree’s chest as she purred in her teasing, smoky tones. Stars the woman was overbearing, and Bree was such a horny little lesbian that all she wanted to do was flirt back…but she was trying to be responsible for once in her life!

“I uh…Bree.” Damn it…Sexi had her all flustered now! She was so close, and that tail kept teasingly slipping around as though it were going to touch her…caress her. “Uh, yes we’re friends…s-so you should trust me when I say she’s really strict. I’m trying to help you. I promise…” Sexi giggled, her tail flickering from light pink to deep red.

“Just friends? Sometimes friends can be rather…intimate with each other. You wouldn’t happen to know just how nice our Captain can be to her…intimate friends would you?” Amazing…especially when her mind is completely dedicated to your pleasure…

“She’s…straight…” Bree answered honestly, not looking Sexi in the eye, instead focusing on the way her tail switched to a deep peach color.

“Really?” Andromeda said, showing some emotion in her voice for the first time. “Then what’s with this crew?” Because far from being immune, Sam was very susceptible to hypnotic commands and Bree, having hypnotized her numerous times in the past made a single unfortunately phrased joke whilst her roommate was still feeling suggestible and now…here they were.

“I’m sure she has a plan…” Sexi’s tail was so close, and the glow was feeling distractingly bright in Bree’s eyes. So bright…so hard to look at anything else…

“Oh I’m sure she does…” Sexi giggled, her bright peach tail sliding under Bree’s chin to stroke and caress in a way Bree couldn’t help but respond to with a pleased sigh. “I have some plans of my own…and you seem like you’re not nearly as…rigid as your beautiful Captain, are you? Do you think you could fit into my plans?”

“Um…” That tail was right in front of her eyes now, pulsing in waves of peach and pink and red.

“Ugh, can you like…go away?” Andromeda scoffed, folding her arms under her generous chest and giving both Sexi and Bree the stink eye. Sexi’s tail flicked away from Bree and toward Andromeda, glowing a reddish orange.

“Um…” Bree blinked a few times, her mind feeling so fuzzy for some reason. Sexi was really…persuasive, she nearly had Bree just agreeing out of horny desire!

“Oh, come now Annie… Methinks you protest too much, with an outfit like that you’re not exactly saying: stay away. All I hear when I see it is…” Sexi licked her lips with an abnormally long tongue… Stars what could a thing like that do to a woman in private quarters? “Come hither…”

“Then let me say it straight out. Stay away. I’m not interested in anything or anyone other than my work.”

“Such a shame… Well, maybe vice-Captain Bree here would like to give me a tour of our new home? Where the mess hall is… Where the training room is… My bedroom… My bed…” Fuck…

“Um…”

“Whatever, just do it away from me,” Andromeda sulked, shooing them away.

“Um…” Bree realized she hadn’t contributed to the conversation at all for awhile now. She was too busy watching Sexi’s tail and noting that it had gotten awfully close to her ass…several times!

“Heh, we can’t stay apart forever. I’m really looking forward to getting to know you better Annie, as well as the rest of this crew. Maybe our time in the Pinwheel Galaxy will convince you to…loosen up a little.” Bree jumped as something soft and warm stroked along her ass while she’d been distracted by Sexi’s tongue sliding along those soft, sinfully kissable lips.

“Sure we can. Stay away,” Andromeda said simply, narrowing her eyes at Sexi in a tense staredown. Bree had to say something now, get them to leave each other be and not escalate this further.

“Um…”

Damn it.

“Attention Perseus crew!” The trio, as well as the rest of the crew, turned from their conversation to the dais where Sam was finally ready to address them. The Pluto-class transport now hummed with energy, apparently Sam had gone inside and gotten it ready to go while Bree had been…distracted. Everyone turned their attention toward the gorgeous blonde looking down at them from her perch, her gaze seemed to bore into each and every one of them, her tone, augmented by her suit so that her voice filled the entire hangar, silenced even Sexi and commanded obedience. This really wasn’t the time for Bree to start getting turned on…

“Thank you all for coming. Your acceptance of my invitation means more to me than you know. As you know from your interviews, you will be the crew of the Perseus, our mission will be a 5 year exploration of the Pinwheel Galaxy. We are tasked with cataloguing and assessing new and existing dangers to the people of Pinwheel, and to act as a deterrent against any hostile forces seeking to act against the common good. This will be a dangerous mission, though in different ways than any of us are used to, but we can, and will, overcome. This crew was hand-picked, not because you’re women, but because every one of you has the skills needed to ensure complete success. I won’t sugar coat it, this will be the toughest challenge any of your has ever faced in your short careers, but follow me, and I promise we will make history together. We will show everyone who never believed in us here, exactly what we are capable of when given the chance. You stand here today, strangers, but soon you will operate as a sisterhood, and we will clean up the Pinwheel Galaxy, and purge it of their heinous ways. We are Peacekeepers, and nothing can usurp our will for a brighter, more peaceful future!”

The group of women offered a polite applause, and Bree joined in. It wasn’t the most rousing speech, but the passion in Sam’s voice, combined with her natural authoritative tone, was hard to ignore. Bree hoped that no one in the crowd took it as a sign of Sam’s inexperience, but it was clear, to Bree at least, that Sam hadn’t really given speeches like that before. Indeed, this might’ve been her first ever…

“Quite a passionate one our Captain…” Sexi purred in Bree’s ear, making the young vice-Captain shiver. “I wonder if she’s just as passionate about…other things…” Sexi was stroking Bree’s body with her hand now, brazenly touching and teasing her as she whispered in Bree’s ear.

“Whatever, as long as I get to work on my projects I don’t really care.” Andromeda ignored the two of them and went to staring at the wall.

“We will now begin boarding the shuttle. Ladies, our new home awaits! Please form two lines, one on the left and one on the right. I expect military precision. From this moment forward you are official Peacekeepers of the Perseus, and I expect nothing less than your best.”

Sexi giggled, and Andromeda rolled her eyes… Sam really had her work cut out for her.

Sam really had her work cut out for her. As she finished speaking and allowed the 29 other people gathered here to board the small transport she’d noticed immediately that discipline was severely lacking. The young women, still inexperienced, took their time getting into lines, and they continued to chat amiably amongst themselves. This wouldn’t do, Sam needed to establish a clear expectation moving forward, and then enforce that expectation strictly, otherwise the crew would have no reason nor will to follow it.

“ATEN-TION!” Sam barked, surprising everyone who froze in place. “What is this?” she said, her voice turning cold and sharp enough to break skin as she stormed out toward the pack, her strides flawlessly precise in her military stance. “Backs straight! Eyes forward! Hands at sides! Perhaps I wasn’t clear, when I said I expected military precision I meant that as an order! Form lines now!” The crew scrambled to obey, not exactly military precision, but at least they moved quickly now and had cut off their chatter. “March!” The two lines started to march with acceptably efficient strides. Good, they were starting to learn what Sam demanded of them. She would obviously give them time to rest and adjust, but setting clear expectations early was important.

…what the hell?

“You!” Sam pointed out a woman dressed, not in the standard uniform, but in an all black parody of it. “Front and center!” The woman let out a sigh, and reluctantly approached Sam, giving her a halfhearted salute. Sam saw Bree nearby give a wince, did Bree already talk to her about the uniform? If so Sam didn’t need to be too harsh on her, but she did need to set those expectations. “Was your uniform not to your liking? Or do you think you’re better than the rest of us?” Sam asked, her cold stare making the heavily made up pale woman avert her gaze…though she didn’t seem intimidated, she seemed annoyed. That made Sam angry.

“No Captain.”

“Glad to hear it. Then you brought a spare uniform to change into on the ship?”

“No Captain.”

“What a shame, guess you’ll have to wear whatever spares we might have available.” They could just make new uniforms at will with synthesizers, but Sam wanted this to be a punishment. “What’s your name and rank?”

“Andromeda Blake. Chief Engineer.” Sam’s eyes widened, her eyes seeking out the badge that would identify her as a leader. Sure enough, blended into her dark, entirely too low cut, blouse was a pitch black badge. THIS was Andromeda Blake? The tech genius inventor who revolutionized pulse engines? She looked nothing like her photo with her black make up coating her face! Her deep black hair seemed to be dyed as well…was this why she hadn’t been assigned to any other ships? Sam thought that that was a grievous oversight for a woman of her talents, but if she was this cavalier about her appearance what other problems would she cause… Unfortunately for Sam these problems were going to be hers whether she wanted them or not. She didn’t have time to look for a new Chief Engineer, and Andromeda was no doubt smart enough to realize that, which is why she seemed bored, not intimidated. Sam needed to put some fear in her.

“Guess I’ll have to promote someone else. Badge please, Engineer Blake,” Sam said, holding out her hand. As expected, Andromeda finally showed some emotion, blinking in shock.

“Excuse me? You won’t have anyone else anywhere near my capabilities within a million lightyears. Are you really going to toss away someone as valuable as me because of some stupid dress code?”

“Absolutely,” Sam replied mercilessly. “I don’t know you Miss Blake. If you can’t follow a simple dress code, what other orders will you refuse to follow when I give them? I don’t care if there’s no one as talented as you in the entire universe. None of that means a damn thing if I can’t trust you when lives are on the line.” Andromeda faltered, frowning and looking down as if deep in thought. She seemed to understand where Sam was coming from and perhaps even agreed with the logic. Maybe there was something to be done here after all…

“I…understand that Captain…” she said, her voice straining somewhat, she seemed afraid of losing her position. She’d fall in line, Sam had no doubt about it now. “…but please allow me a chance to prove my value…”

“Wear the uniform, that’s all the proof I need for now Andromeda,” Sam said, pretending not to notice how the other girls had slowed to a stop around them and were listening closely to what was being said. Sam wanted an audience, wanted them to know that anyone, even a gifted Officer was subject to her rules. She began to turn-

“Wait!” Andromeda pleaded, putting her hand up and finally showing some emotion. “The reason I don’t wear the uniform is because it messes with my creativity. I don’t just wear this for fashion Captain, I wear it because it helps bring out my full potential. I understand where you’re coming from, but if you’re really interested in making the most out of me, or anyone in your crew, let me work in conditions that are optimal for me, not these sterile rules that are supposed to apply to everyone.”

Sam paused at this, if she allowed it there was a chance Andromeda was just trying to get her way, but she did know creative types, and geniuses did tend to be a bit eccentric. Besides, she wanted to prove that she was different from everyone else who just put all these beautiful problem children in some isolated hole to not have to deal with. She stared at Andromeda’s face, her heavy black make-up made her pale skin almost glow, and Sam noted that this time Andromeda held her gaze, looking at her with desperation.

“Then this is the deal Miss Blake,” Sam said in a tone that brokered not argument. “When you are in your lab, or working on your projects I will afford you whatever conditions you deem necessary, so long as you can back up your words with results. However, when you are on MY time, whether that be official meetings, presentations, diplomatic outreach, or anything else where you are acting as Chief Engineer in an official capacity, you will abide by my rules. Uniform. Make up. Attitude. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes Captain…”

“Good. I look forward to working with you,” Sam said, turning toward the rest of the crew who quickly faced forward and hurried onto the transport in record time. Marching in perfect military precision Sam was happy to note. This may just work out after all…

The shuttle took off with the full crew inside, strapped into their seats and looking like a real military force. They had good training, they were just young and needed someone to hold their feet to the fire. Sam was very disappointed that she wasn’t going to be piloting the shuttle, but it was important to allow her pilot, a human woman named Britta Geltz, to have that honor. Sam needed to delegate, show that she trusted her team, and allow them the opportunity to grow through experience. Still, she was going to miss flying more than anything…a deep sadness filled her as they broke through the planet’s atmosphere.

“Good work Miss Geltz,” Sam complimented the lovely bespectacled brunette with her extremely long hair. Really it was hard to imagine how she managed to keep it all so silky. Her hair made its way all the down slightly past her pert backside, longer than Sam’s which only made it to the small of her back, though Sam was much taller than Britta so maybe it just looked longer? Either way Sam was jealous of the healthy shine her hair exuded.

“Thank you Captain!” Britta exclaimed happily, beaming brightly at Sam as she adjusted her large, round glasses. Sam could tell that she was still a little new at the controls, her link up with the shuttle’s systems through her flight skirt wasn’t being optimally utilized…but Sam didn’t need to criticize every tiny little thing, Britta would grow faster through repetition and getting used to the systems herself. If she continued to do something wrong over a longer period of time, Sam could offer some advice, but day 1 was not the time to do so. Britta turned her attention back toward the controls, making sure everything was nominal visually, even though her skirt allowed her to feel the ship’s systems as though they were part of her own body. It was a beginner’s crutch, but not a bad one to have. Sam did really like these skirts, much more efficient than having to wear a whole suit to interface with the ship, they just hooked right up to the nodes on the chairs and were basically wide belts around their waists, which meant they wouldn’t get in the way of physical activities. Very good design in Sam’s opinion.

“We won’t let you down Captain,” said Minus Glowe, the Fulcron navigator. Fulcrons looked very much like human beings, except their ears were slightly pointed, like an elf from fiction, and their eyes, instead of being a single color, were usually made of 3 colors mixed together. Minus’s eyes were bright colors of green, magenta, and teal. The colors were almost dazzling to look at, it was said that a Fulcron’s eyes were one of the universe’s most beautiful objects… Unfortunately this made them prime choices for slaves, in addition to their natural empathetic mental prowess. Fulcrons were unusually in tune with the emotions of other nearby creatures, so slaves would be ideal for anticipating their Masters’ commands, sometimes before their Master’s were aware of their own desires! It also made them excellent navigators, able to adjust on the fly to whatever their pilot was needing or feeling. Britta was a bright ray of giddy happiness, so Minus was beaming and glowing herself, those green, magenta, and teal eyes practically glowing.

“Keep up the good work, we’ll be arriving in just a few minutes,” Sam said, giving the eager young women an affirming nod and exiting the cockpit. Immediately upon arriving in the main fuselage Sam noted, with pleasure, that all errant chatter ceased.

“Captain on deck!” Bree’s voice called out and Sam nodded.

“At ease. This is the pivotal moment of your lives. Your new home for the next 5 years is coming into view. So…just this once, I’m going to turn a blind eye to propriety. Be excited ladies, we’re going to change the galaxy.” Sam turned away and opened the large viewing window. Immediately she heard 28 women scramble toward the side of the shuttle and mutter to themselves excitedly. Even Sam wasn’t immune to the excitement that washed over her as the Perseus came into view.

The ship looked enormous compared to the tiny little Pluto-class ship they were in now. A Venus-class wasn’t anywhere near the biggest in terms of size, even for sleeker, streamlined craft made for travelling quickly with a smaller crew, but the Perseus was certainly large enough to house 30 young women as well as all the provisions they’d need for a few months. The Perseus could house much more than that, and it likely would as needed, but for right now, in this moment, the Perseus belonged to the 30 women here, and them alone.

The ship was currently docked in a space station assembly scaffold, it had been built in space, and would remain so for all its days. Indeed, the vehicle was likely unable to ever escape the atmosphere of most planets, including Peacekeeper home Base 00. She, and it may as well be a she considering the crew, was long and sleek, a large ring surrounding her hull which likely had dozens, if not hundreds, of thrusters for maximum maneuverability in space’s vacuum. Without the need for aerodynamics to escape planets the Perseus had been designed for stability and comfort flying through space. Her nose was wide and flat and could likely be positioned in any direction in 3-D space with small thrusters around its face. She had 3 different levels of engines. The largest engines located on the far back of the ship were powerful enough to hit warp speed and allow for speedy travel over long distances. The twin engines on the other side were smaller, though not by much, and could get the crew from planet to planet within a solar system in good time. The final engines, the paraengines, were practically the size of the ship itself, integrated within the vessel through great feats of engineering, though instead of providing thrust, it would punch a hole in space-time itself and allow for travel between galaxies. While the rest of the women looked on in awe, Sam couldn’t help but feel trepidation. Not for herself, obviously, she was immune to the mind control they’d be facing soon, but for her crew. They were going to be targets, and she couldn’t protect them all the time. She’d have to drill into them safety procedures and ensure they didn’t take them lightly. She would be a harsh Captain, strict and rigid, but she would be Captain of a free Perseus crew.

The first thing Sam did once everyone had safely boarded their new home for the next few years, was retire to her quarters. She wanted the crew to be allowed to make themselves at home without her oversight and familiarize themselves with their stations before they officially launched for the Pinwheel Galaxy. It also gave her time to review her mission documents once again. The Peacekeeper Admirals had spent a good deal of time strategizing on exactly what would be Sam’s best course of action once she arrived in the Pinwheel Galaxy. Naturally they would need to link up with the Peacekeeper Corps stationed in Pinwheel, though how useful they’d be was up in the air. The biggest priority for Sam was contacting Sub Tech, the company responsible for most of the mind control technology currently spiraling, no pun intended, out of control in Pinwheel Galaxy.

Sub Tech began over 300 years ago as a small technologies company specializing in tech that could induce hypnotic trance in most species. They were founded by a man named Pratchet Cloud who marketed his tech as a low-cost self-defense against the infamously hypnotic entities populating Pinwheel Galaxy. His tech worked very well evidently, because nowadays his company, helmed now by his many times great granddaughter Vivian Cloud, was a mega corporation with many daughter companies that did everything from supplying military grade hypnotic devices to the rich and powerful, to smaller end “recreational” devices for “protecting oneself” in a convenient, portable apparatus. Sub Tech was as much a part of the problem as anything else in Pinwheel and getting them in line would be crucial to reducing hypnotic crimes as arresting actual criminals. How to go about that… Sam knew it wouldn’t be easy. They had a lot of influence, not just the hypnotic kind, and their political clout was nothing to be taken for granted. A lot was going to depend on just what kind of person Vivian Cloud was, so Sam needed an audience before any sort of plan could be established.

Sam would like to be able to work with Sub Tech in helping to clean up Pinwheel Galaxy, that would be ideal, but she wouldn’t hesitate to work against them if it proved necessary. Either way she needed to establish first contact and demonstrate her capabilities. That was where the Peacekeepers Corps would come in, they would know where the more obviously dangerous mind controlling entities were located. The first step to a cleaner Galaxy was there, and some high-profile arrests would give her a reputation, and that would come with leverage.

Well, Sam wasn’t going to get anywhere staying in Whirlpool, it was time for her crew to set out on their first voyage. 5 years…it felt like no time at all, but it would be all Sam had to make a difference in 1 trillion star systems across 85,000 lightyears. She wasn’t exactly being eased in to this whole Captain thing was she?

“Attention Perseus crew,” Sam announced over the ship’s internal communications system. The vibrations in her voice were picked up by the mic, and the soundwaves would be dispersed through the air in every room of the ship. It would sound as though she were in the room with the listener. “All hands on deck. In 30 minutes, we set course for the Pinwheel Galaxy.”

Andromeda was fuming…big titted blonde bimbo thought she was so hot! The only reason she accepted this position in the first place was to be allowed to explore her gift for technology, not masquerade as some toy soldier for Captain Big Tits! The Chief Engineer was wearing a standard Perseus uniform, though she kept her dark black makeup and lipstick on, her black badge standing out prominently on her large bosom like the tag of a dog collar, stifling her individuality and smothering her creative impulses. Big Tits was just like all the rest, commanding officers who cared more about appearances than results. Andromeda could do so much if she wasn’t constantly held back by societal norms… She was brilliant, anyone could see that! So what if she liked to dress in all black, emulating the empty void of space with her garb? It helped her become one with the darkness and emptiness of space, to empty herself of all emotion and instead fill herself with the grandness of the universe, to expand her view beyond the normal scope of human understanding and reach out to new inspirations. That was where her genius could truly shine…so why not just let her be herself? This insistence on capitulating to a one size fits all hierarchy for normals was just…stupid.

“All systems nominal Chief,” one of Andromeda’s underlings…she couldn’t quite remember the name, said with a salute Andromeda had no intention of returning. The girl was an okay engineer, but she tended to get distracted easily by her innate curiosity. Something Andromeda could absolutely relate to, but at the moment that curiosity was preventing Andromeda from completing work on diagnosing the engines while they were enroute to the Pinwheel Galaxy. Captain Big Tits ordered all hands on deck about an hour ago, giving Andromeda just enough time to use the Electro-Matter synthesizer to create this uncomfortably sterile uniform, before heading down here to ensure that the engines were running at full capacity.

“Right. Good job,” Andromeda responded in her usual dry tone to the nervous looking blonde. Meridian, that was her name. She wore the garish yellow engineer’s jacket which clung to her full bosom tightly, displaying the obvious curves she possessed. Seriously, the Captain was straight was this as her handpicked crew? Meridian was at least pretty muscular to go along with being curvy, and her short cut hair and much shorter stature made her stand out from Captain Big Tits. Though Andromeda was having a hard time not being reminded of the tight ass Captain when Meridian turned and her own tight, well exercised posterior was on display.

The engine room was very quiet, Andromeda’s three underlings didn’t seem to know how to deal with their new boss’s chilly, disinterested demeanor. The only sound was that of buttons being pressed and the omnipresent hum of the main paraengines pulling the fabric of space around the ship, enabling them to travel several orders of magnitude above lightspeed. Well, “travel” was a bit of a misnomer, the ship didn’t REALLY move when these engines were active, only the fabric of space moved, the ship essentially remained still. It was the exact kind of fantastical technology that had gotten Andromeda hooked on engineering in the first place. Not just imagining a new and unique method for travelling but putting that supposedly impossible feat of engineering into practice and making it real. It was almost like magic, so much more so than Fulcron mind reading, or Zetazoid telepathy. The paraengines were PULLING space around them so that they didn’t have to go to Pinwheel Galaxy, Pinwheel Galaxy would come to them! Andromeda NEEDED to get out of this sterile monkey suit… NEEDED to create!

“Maintain current output and keep all results logged,” Andromeda said, making use of her authority to be able to sneak out early. It had gotten her in trouble before, reducing her to a mere assistant in some distilled backwater garage for star ships. At least there they hadn’t cared about what she wore, but she couldn’t do anything fun or stimulating. It was hard to admit, even to herself, but Big Tits had really pulled her out of a depressing spiral…she needed to keep this position, even if it meant wearing this latest monstrosity of bland… Still, what good was being able to work on her tech if she never actually did it… “I’ll be in my workshop. Message me if you need anything, but try not to need anything…”

“Y-yes Chief…” Veltra, the green, tight bodied Chlorophyllian squeaked, her long, dark green hair bobbing as she nodded nervously. Whatever, Andromeda didn’t care if they feared her or even liked her, as long as she got to put her creative mind to use, these 5 years would be well worth it…perhaps longer if Big Tits decided to keep her around. Maybe she ought to design something Big Tits could use on her mission? Really show her why Andromeda was worth keeping around? Yes, that was the way.

“Oooooo please…” Bree moaned, her tongue lolling out of her gaping mouth as Sexi’s pretty, glowing tail slid up and down the front of her soaking wet panties. She barely even remembered how she got here, just Sexi’s tail glowing, waving in front of her eyes…stroking her while the rest of the crew marveled at the ship they’d be spending the next 5 years of their lives on…making her panties too wet to wear. Oh stars she needed to take them off!

“Now now, Vice-Captain…” Sexi purred throatily, her voice sending erotic thrills down Bree’s spine as she calmly moved Bree’s hands back to the very natural position above her head, and away from those soaking wet panties that needed lowering… “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves hmm? We were just having the most compelling conversation about Captain Stargazer, and her fascinating ability to resist mind control…” Were they? Bree could barely remember that they were somehow in Sexi…mmm Doctor Formulae’s room…on her bed…juicing all over her covers…much less whatever their topic of conversation had been. Just that pretty…flexible…tail…

Bree gasped as the glowing tail stopped tormenting her throbbing folds and crawled its way up her body, leaving a wet trail along her ruffled and unbuttoned uniform before hanging low over her eyes. Immediately Bree’s gaze was trapped in the brilliantly glowing appendage as it swayed back and forth just inside of her vision. She moaned, her tongue sticking out as though to lick up the sweet honey slickly coating the spade-like tail.

“I found what you had to say about it absolutely mesmerizing.” Bree moaned again, her body paralyzed with pleasure, her brain too muddle to do anything but agree with Se- Doctor Sexi. Stars Bree needed the good doctor to take care of her body, to really help her to feel good…and it was so important to obey one’s doctor. She vaguely recalled that being whispered into her ear. “I think our sexy Captain will need a physical soon, a very in depth physical…just like you. Poor girls, such needy bodies…don’t worry though. Your Doctor will be more than happy to take a good, long look and fix whatever the problem is making you so hot and sensitive and in need…so that you can feel so much better again.” Bree’s limp form convulsed on the bed, her pussy clenching in faux orgasm as that tail, that beautiful, hypnotic tail, pressed itself into her agape mouth and allowed her tongue to taste the wet mess she’d left on its sleek, soft skin. It was like licking a latex bodysuit, something Bree had certainly done before, and that erotic sensation on her tongue just made her need more. She needed to cum!

“Oooooo…please Doctor… Make me feel better… Need it so bad…” she pleaded once she’d properly cleaned her Doctor’s tail, her body stuck to the bed as though she’d been bound there with chains.

“Mmm…” Sexi purred happily, that tail slipping right back down to Bree’s drenched panties, rubbing up and down once again while Bree’s eyes followed helplessly enslaved to the motion of that glowing pink, red, peach tail… “Of course I will, it is my job after all, to make sure everyone on this ship feels good. You just have to do as your Doctor says. Can you do that Vice-Captain? Can you obey your Doctor?”

“Yesssss…” Bree was rewarded with a flick to her clit, forcing a throaty gasp through her lips and a buck to her hips.

“Even if obedience means you have to betray your sexy friend?” Bree hesitated; betraying Sam sounded…wrong? It was like all of this was just sexy roleplay, but when Sexi said that it suddenly seemed a lot more real…

“I… Nghhhh wait!” Sexi’s tail retreated from Bree’s clit, and all that pleasure suddenly turned to hot, unsatisfied, throbbing need in an instant. She couldn’t handle another minute! She needed to cum! “I can do it. I’ll betray her! I just…I just need to- Ooohhh fuck…” And just like that Sexi’s tail was right back on her clit, helping to build her orgasm higher and stronger. All Bree needed now was release. That’s what would make her feel better. That’s the medicine she needed from her Doctor!

“Good girl…but I don’t think you’re quite that committed yet.” The tail receded just a bit, keeping Bree on the edge of climax. She groaned, raising her hips up in a futile effort to find some stimulation. “You’re not quite ready to obey your Doctor in all circumstances… You don’t yet find the idea of betraying your best friend to be the scorching hot fantasy it should be for a slut like you.” Bree moaned, nodding her head in frantic agreement. Stars she was such a slut! All day she’d been checking out the women in the crew, unable to help herself as she ogled them and fantasized about doing…well something very similar to what was being done to her right now! And yet, Sam did matter to her, she wanted Sam to succeed, wanted to be a good Vice-Captain for her friend who trusted her…but it just felt soooo good to betray that trust instead!

“She- She’s not immune to hypnosis!” Bree blurted out, causing Sexi to smile villainously.

“Yes, you did mention that her mental fortitude was…overexaggerated. Was it a complete lie then?” Sexi asked, stroking Bree’s pussy, rewarding her for betraying Sam…it was so wrong, but then why did it feel soooo good?

“She…she’s got a…a…” Bree’s voice locked up. She just couldn’t seem to come right out and say everything. Sam wasn’t immune by any means, but she did have a slippery mind that came in pretty handy for her if you didn’t know about it… Could Bree really compromise the entire integrity of the mission on day 1 though? Before they’d even arrived at the Pinwheel Galaxy?

“Poor thing… It must be so hard for you. Caught between your desire to protect your friend, and the scorching hot fantasy of betraying her trust. Don’t worry though, we have plenty of time to resolve this little conflict. Right now your friend is probably wondering where you are, I did send her a little something to help give you some time, but she’ll be expecting you soon, and you need to clean up. Can’t have your strict little Captain see you in such a…state.” Sexi’s tail moved up to hang above Bree’s eyes, blotting out everything except that glowing, slightly wet, tail. “You just had to take a little nap, that’s all. A little nap after taking Doctor Formulae to bed… Everything else that happened just now was only a foggily remembered dream, a wet dream about betraying your friend to that gorgeous Doctor Sexi. No need to think about anything other than the need to hastily shower and fix your uniform, so easy to mix up the order of events in your mind. The dream obviously came after you fell asleep after making your Doctor cum. Then, later, when you hear your Doctor say the words: ‘Time for your check up,’ you’ll return to this state of horny, needy, obedience. Ready to work through your resistance once again until you feel all better. Understand?”

Bree nodded violently, honestly she wasn’t really paying much attention to the exact words Doctor Sexi was saying, because she was much too focused on the idea of making her Doctor cum and cum… Maybe if she was a good enough little lesbian slut her Doctor would return the favor? Mmm this was EXACTLY what Bree was hoping would happen when she followed Doctor Sexi to her quarters. Now she just had to do as her Doctor said, and hope that Sexi was pleased enough to reward her with the cure for the throbbing ache between her legs! All the while never letting the hypnotic glow of Sexi’s tail leave her sight. Not even when Sexi stripped off her bottoms and lowered her sinfully scented pussy directly over Bree’s mouth for the lesbian slut to worship.

Sam watched Britta fire up the main paraengines with a little…okay a lot of envy. It was important that her crew felt that she trusted them and respected their abilities, but it was so hard to be the one calling the shots, and knowing the best call was the one you wanted the least. At least she looked happy, though Britta was a natural ball of sunshine and was probably happy about most things, it was why she was picked alongside her Fulcron partner honestly. She was a gifted pilot, if not quite as gifted as Sam had been, so naturally when she powered up the Perseus for her maiden voyage, everything went smoothly. The brand new ship hummed along at unimaginable speeds, the vibrations coursing through the decks a comforting sensation as Sam sat in her Captain’s chair near the helm, framed by her new crew… Well minus her Vice-Captain, who was apparently making some inspections of the medical ward during the trip to Pinwheel. Sam appreciated that she was taking this role seriously, but she’d prefer her second in command to be by her side while they launched…even if there wasn’t really much to do while simply moving from point A to point B.

Actually that was something Sam was realizing right now might be a bit of a problem. Apparently calling “all hands on deck” might’ve sounded really impressive, but almost an hour later with nothing to do but sit around and wait for the ship to make its way into the gravitational space of Pinwheel Galaxy, “all hands” were looking really bored. Britta and Minus were the exceptions, giggling and going over the controls happily with each other, but her communications specialist for example, Lieutenant Dia Delphine wearing the golden vest that indicated her position, had absolutely nothing to do right now. Galaxy to galaxy transmissions were incredibly hard to do, and thus very expensive, so the plan was to wait entire they were within the gravitational space of the Pinwheel Galaxy before they made contact with the Peacekeepers or Sub Tech, which meant beautiful blonde Dia and her white haired catgirl Crei assistant Halei were doing nothing until then. Similarly, Tuo had to be incredibly bored herself. What security threats could there be when they hadn’t even arrived yet? She was hiding it well, she was the most disciplined and most experienced member of the crew, including Sam herself, but Sam couldn’t help but notice the sour looks she was giving the other crew members…including Sam herself. Yardack had warned Sam that this one would be a problem, and if she felt that Sam’s leadership decisions weren’t up to her own expectations she might make a lot of trouble. Luckily Sam seemed to have bought a lot of good will from Tuo on her handling of Andromeda, it was anyone’s guess how long that would last though.

Speaking of Andromeda…Sam had noticed she was no longer with the engine crew. There didn’t seem to be any issues so Sam had let it go, but now she’d been gone for some time, and with Andromeda Sam wanted to make sure she showed a firm hand. Give someone like a centimeter, and they’d take a light year. Security cameras were able to find her pretty quickly, tinkering with some machine in her workstation…and wearing her all black “uniform” again. Sam sighed, she really didn’t have a problem with what Andromeda was doing…but how she was going about doing it was getting very close to insubordination.

“Alright crew, I think the magic of the moment has officially worn off,” Sam said jovially, standing and addressing the team before her. “Ensign Glowe, how long till we reach our destination?” Minus offered a nervous salute and turned to study her charts.

“We should arrive with the next few hours Captain, provided we don’t run into any cosmic energy or loose gravity pockets. Chances of that are pretty low though, we’re in the space between Whirlpool and Pinwheel, so it should be pretty smooth sailing. I don’t think we really need to worry about anything happening for another couple hours…”

“I was thinking the same thing Ensign. Thank you all for your diligence in seeing us off on our first flight, but let’s get some rest before we make starfall at Peacekeeper Base 69. Turn on the system alert in case of an emergency, but all crew members are dismissed for now.” The bridge crew seemed happy to get a chance to indulge in some recreation for the moment, with the exception of the Asian beauty Tuo who merely saluted and left. The Perseus had a lot more to offer than just tools related to their mission. There was a pleasure deck, of course, a fitness deck, with swimming pool, a lounge with access to VR videos and games, and even a firing range that could be used for combat training. Sam didn’t plan on visiting any of those areas, she took the lift directly down to the maintenance deck, and Andromeda’s workshop…

“So, we’re going to have a problem after all.” Andromeda jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice, nearly banging her head against the strange device she’d been tinkering with.

“C-Captain Bi- err Stargazer!” Andromeda squeaked, turning toward Sam like a child with her hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar. She had on a large black visor that covered her eyes, though Sam could still see through to her dark brown eyes beneath the semi-transparent glass. She was wearing her black uniform. Was she about to call her Captain Bitch? Well, Sam didn’t really think Andromeda was that kind of girl, but it made her decision easier. “H-hold on, I can explain!”

“No need, I can explain for you. You were assigned a task, and it got boring for you. So boring in fact that, rather than adhere to your responsibilities and accept that you’ll be bored for awhile, like everyone else, you decided to use your position of authority to force those under your guidance to handle your responsibilities for you, while you left to pursue…” Sam looked over at the strange machine. It was large and round, almost a perfect circle aside from the base which flared out so that it could sit securely on the ground. Sam had no idea what it was or what function it would perform, but it looked like she was looking at it from the back. The entire face of it was just metal…it sort of reminded Sam of a large clock with a base. “…whatever pet project that is.”

“I was inspired by the Pinwheel Galaxy we’re heading toward. This device will be very helpful for—“

“Miss Blake I’m not interested in what that device does, or even how helpful it will be. This is the exact same issue we had before. You think you can flaunt the rules so long as the justifications for doing so are good enough according to your judgement. You have to learn that your judgement isn’t how the decisions on this ship are made. It’s mine.”

“I… If you just let me explain I can convince you that my work here is—“

“Miss Blake you’re not hearing me. It doesn’t matter if you can convince me that this device will be invaluable to us on our mission. In fact, I’ve read your bio I’m sure it will have vast applications that will be advantageous to us. The issue at hand is that you went off on your own, abandoning your station in the process, abandoning your crewmates in the process, because you thought you knew better than me. Andromeda you’re not fit to be Chief Engineer, I’m demoting you.”

“WHAT?!” Andromeda’s usual emotionless wall crumbled as Sam laid out the facts, the busty goth stood up to her full height, which unfortunately for her wasn’t enough to match Captain Stargazer. She must’ve been used to using her height to intimidate others because once she saw that Sam not only matched her height but possibly exceeded it, she shriveled back down again and let her eyes dart around behind her black visor. Why was she even wearing that thing in the first place? It surely wasn’t strong enough to be a welder’s mask, and it only really covered her eyes anyway, exposing much of her pale face.

“You… You…”

“I can’t do this?” Sam offered, crossing her arms underneath her heavy chest and raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“You shouldn’t do this…” Andromeda placed her hand on the device beside her, turning it around. The circular clock-like piece swiveled on the base and Sam could hear it click as it locked into place, now facing her fully. She blinked, her eyes going a bit wider… It was a spiral? Black and white swirling lines spun in a smooth, flowing rhythm right in front of her, drawing her eye toward the center of the whirling…pinwheel? “I admit it, I’m young and a bit…selfish, but I can learn, and there is no one on this ship who is better than me in the field of engineering!” Round and round…

“No one is better than you, I agree,” Sam said, voice a little monotone as she started relaxing a little, just watching the pinwheel spiral, black and white lines guiding her down…down…she blinked heavily…down toward a more comfortable mindset.

“Right! Just look at this, I was inspired by the Pinwheel Galaxy and created a device that uses pinwheel-like spinning to create a display that can induce a trance-like state in whoever is looking at it! It’s pretty strong…even with my protective eyewear I was having a hard time not just…staring at it.” Sam nodded, she could definitely see how someone who wasn’t immune to hypnosis like she was could just find herself staring deeply into the spiral as those black and white lines danced and blended into one another over and over…and over…her body relaxed, arms falling down to her sides…and over… Andromeda had stopped talking for a moment, as though lost in a memory.

“I see…” Sam said, filling the silence.

“Ahem, a-anyway what was I…ah! This device can be very useful to us, we can use it to gauge the hypnotic resistance levels of the crew, deprogram anyone who might get hypnotized themselves, even use it for interrogation.” Sam nodded along with Andromeda’s words…so much use…so much…spinning…spinning…spinning…Sam’s mouth fell open…spinning… “Captain? Are you alright?”

“Yes… I’m alright,” Sam replied, voice soft and dreamy, staring intently at the swirling…spinning…spiraling…pinwheel device.

“Heh,” suddenly Andromeda seemed very happy, or was I amused? “You aren’t immune to hypnosis at all are you Captain?”

“I am absolutely immune to hypnosis.” Sam’s voice resumed its normal strict timbre, and Andromeda was given pause, the smirk wiped clean off her face.

“Oh I’m so sorry I just…” she paused again and watched as Sam stared passively into the twisting black and white void, eyes devoid of all light. “Are you…sure?”

“Yes.” Sam’s voice belied her expression, it was solid and firm, it brokered no arguments. Andromeda seemed to be conflicted, but that was okay with Sam, it gave her more time to stare into the depths of the spiral.

“You just…seem like you like looking at my pinwheel device…” Andromeda said, hesitantly this time.

“Mmm it’s very nice. Makes me feel good…”

“Entranced?”

“No.” Andromeda let out a huff of frustration, this was clearly going nowhere.

“How about hot?”

“…hot?” Sam questioned, frowning a bit into the blissfully blended voice of black and white lines.

“Yes. You feel hot, you want to take off your uniform.” Now that she mentioned it…

“Yeah…hot. I want to take off my uniform,” Sam agreed, her limp hands slowly moving to strip off her uniform. Her navy blue cropped military jacket, bursting at the seams as it struggled to, unsuccessfully hide Sam’s prominent chest, unbuttoned and falling to the floor. Her pure white, skintight shirt pulled up and over her head, her massive mammaries bouncing as they were freed from their confines, only the small bikini-like cloth covering her nipples, part of an undersuit designed to prevent chaffing, was left as Sam pulled off her tiny little micro flight skirt and lowered her white pants to the ground revealing the thong-like second half of her light blue undersuit. It was important that the undersuit be as minimalistic as possible for maximum comfort and mobility, but Sam always did feel awkward wearing what was essentially slutty underwear.

“You ARE hypnotized Captain Big Tits!” Andromeda burst out accusatorily, before gasping and covering her mouth.

“I cannot be hypnotized Andromeda,” Sam said, turning from the spiral to look Andromeda right in the eye as she said it…then blinking and putting a hand to her head as a bout of sudden dizziness overtook her. “Whoa…what happened just now?” Sam asked, suddenly realizing that she didn’t have any idea of how long she’d been here talking to Andromeda, and her vision was swimming like she’d been staring at an optical illusion for awhile.

“Uh…you were inspecting this Captain,” Andromeda said, gesturing toward some spinning…spinning device that made a black and white…white and black…black and white…white and black…Sam found herself relaxing back into a calm, receptive state…spiral. “Damn that was close…” Andromeda breathed out in a huge sigh. She sounded like she’d been holding her breath for a moment… “Okay, so you’re not ALL talk. That’s pretty…interesting, but right now we need to…to…damn your body is distracting.” Andromeda’s voice sounded like it was coming closer, but Sam only had eyes for the massive spiral before her, taking up all her vision…all her brainpower…all of her will…her mouth fell open again…it felt like someone was touching her…

“My body is distracting…” Sam internalized that. Something about the way the spiral twisted and spun, all those black and white…and white and black…and black and white…she felt a drop of drool slip from her full, moist lips…made it so easy to internalize everything Andromeda said. Obviously she wasn’t hypnotized, that was ridiculous, but as she stared…stared…stared…body leaning forward just a bit…she accepted deep down that she had a distracting body.

“You look so…plush and curvy, but everything is so tight and fit… I feel like if I were to give this big round ass a good hard smack like it’s asking for, it’d hurt my hand more than you. It’s like a sexy contradiction. So fascinating, and I’m not even attracted to women…” Sam felt Andromeda’s hand on her backside, squeezing the tight, well-rounded posterior she spent hours a day trying to exercise away to no avail.

“You shouldn’t be touching me like that…” Sam said dreamily, subconsciously pulling away from Andromeda’s hands which were getting uncomfortably grabby…

“But you don’t mind it when I touch you.”

“I don’t mind it when you touch me…” But Sam didn’t mind it, and relaxed back into those touches, just standing and staring…black and white…white and black…and not pulling away.

“And these giant tits! Be honest with me Captain, you got some augments didn’t you?” Sam gasped as her incredibly sensitive breasts were suddenly grabbed, both of Andromeda’s hands squeezing them tightly, resulting in dragging out a long moan from Sam’s lips. “Oh? Are the sensitive?”

“Mmm yes, my boobs are very sensitive… I haven’t augmented my chest. They are natural…”

“Absolutely unfair… I hope you start sagging soon so you at least look mortal. This divine body of yours is just too much to not be a little envious of Captain Big Tits…”

“Mmmm that…that isn’t my name…”

“It is now! At least, whenever you and I are alone in this workshop, your name will be Captain Big Tits, and your job will be to help test all of my hypnotic devices. We’ll have to test whether there’s anything else you can resist. Unlocking the secrets of your mind will be very fun for me…maybe even unlocking the secrets of your body too.”

“My body? Ah! C-careful…my boobs are really very sensitive. Feels so good when you squeeze them like that…” Captain Big Tits said, her breathing starting get more rapid. She was also getting aroused, she couldn’t help it, it just felt so…sexy when Andromeda touched Big Tits’ big tits.

“Yeah? So I shouldn’t do something like…this?” Captain Big Tits moaned lewdly, eyes crossing as Andromeda pinched her fully erect nipples.

“D-definitely not… You’re making me wet…”

“Yeah? You like girls touching your boobs that much Captain Big Tits?”

“No. I’m straight.”

“So, the Vice-Captain was right… Well so am I, but just because we’re straight doesn’t mean we can’t find each other attractive right?”

“I…guess…not…” Captain Big Tits frowned, her mind having a bit of trouble internalizing that, and yet there wasn’t anything about it Big Tits found objectionable. It wasn’t like Andromeda was trying to tell her she wasn’t straight, that was just absurd, of course Sam was straight…but that didn’t mean she was blind to beauty. “No, you’re right. We can still find each other attractive, even though we’re straight,” Big Tits said, her frown fading as she relaxed back into the alluring twisting of the spiral’s black and white…white and black…black and white…lines…

“Fascinating… Oh, before I get too distracted, you realize you don’t need to demote me anymore right Captain? You know now that I’m a good girl who obeys your rules and my inventions are VERY valuable to you, so you want me to be able to have as much free time as possible to invent.”

“Yes…this pinwheel device is very…valuable. You did a good job making it. I don’t need to demote you. You’re a good girl,” Captain Big Tits affirmed, smiling and relaxing and moaning a little, so happy that she was able to make everything work out. She might actually be a great Captain after all!

“Mhmmm, I did do a good job making it didn’t I? It works by using light frequency and smooth rotation to make an optical illusion you don’t want to look away from… Mmm it’s very fascinating…”

“Very fascinating…” Big Tits agreed, her eyes glued to the black and white…and white and black…turning, swirling lines. “Can’t take my eyes off of it…”

“Can’t take my eyes off… Erm, yes, the pattern exploits a deep…deep…very deep…uh weakness in the brain. The eyes take in the special light from the pretty white, and the motion creates a feeling of sinking…sinking deeply…deeply…into the spiral… It causes a state of suggestibility…which is why I need to wear this protective light filter… It doesn’t help with the spinning…spinning…spiraling…but my will is strong enough to…to… What were we talking about again?” Andromeda asked, her voice lowering to a whisper, luckily she was right behind Captain Big Tits, hands holding Big Tit’s heavy tits, so Big Tits was able to hear just fine.

“You were saying that…I don’t need to demote you anymore…” Captain Big Tits said, casting her mind back to the conversation before Andromeda got distracted explaining her very valuable invention.

“Yes, that’s right. Good…”

“And you were a good girl who obeys all of my rules.”

“I…wait I...”

“You are a good girl who obeys all of my rules,” Captain Big Tits repeated, that was definitely something that Andromeda said just a little bit ago.

“I’m a good girl…”

“Who obeys all of my rules.”

“Who obeys all of your rules…” There we go, seems like Andromeda remembered now. What else? Oh!

“And that just because we’re straight doesn’t mean we don’t find each other attractive.”

“I…find you attractive?” Andromeda was sounding confused again, these really weren’t difficult concepts. Wasn’t she supposed to be smart?

“You find me attractive,” Big Tits said, a bit more firmly this time.

“But I’m…straight…”

“Just because you’re straight doesn’t mean you can’t find me attractive. You think I’m attractive even though you’re straight.” Big Tits was being very patient, they had literally JUST gone over this, maybe Andromeda just needed someone to walk her through it step by step.

“I think you’re attractive…even though I’m straight.” There we go, seems like she was finally getting it! Wasn’t there something else they were discussing?

“And my job while I’m here, alone with you, is to help you test your inventions.”

“Yes…yes that’s what we were talking about. Oooh… I feel like I zoned out there a moment.” Andromeda’s hands fell away from Big Tits’ breasts as she collected herself. “Hmm will you remember any of this after I turn off the pinwheel? Like, consciously remember? Do you even know?”

“I’ll remember whatever you tell me to remember…” Captain Big Tits said dreamily, gazing longingly into the twisting void that took up all of her vision…that took up the entire room…that took up Big Tits’ whole universe…

“Good point. Then when I turn off the pinwheel, you’re going to remember that you were very impressed by my…hmm my resolve to change. I guess I should make this easy for your brain to process, I don’t know what you’ll be stubborn about…and honestly you did make some good points. Following your rules doesn’t sound nearly so bad anymore. You remember that you decided you were going to give me one more chance, you know I’ll obey all your rules from now on like a good girl should. Mmm I’ll obey… Uh…anyway you decided to keep me as Chief Engineer, and to give me plenty of free time to invent. That’s all you need to remember because that’s all that happened.”

“That’s all that happened…” Big Tits agreed, nodding her head happily, though not too much since she didn’t want to disrupt her view of the gorgeous spiraling pinwheel sitting in front of her…sucking her in…taking her deep…fascinating her mind…emptying it of all thought…Andromeda was telling her she needed to get dressed now…

Captain Big Tits blinked and put her hand to her head as a sudden bout of dizziness washed over her. “Whoa…what just happened?” she said, her memory starting to piece together the events of the past…few minutes? Everything looked all wavy…like she’d been staring at an optical illusion for a bit…oh right. Andromeda’s pinwheel project.

“You were about to demote me Captain Stargazer…” Andromeda replied sheepishly, looking completely cowed and finally ready to tow the line. Big Tits could see an incredible resolve to change, honestly it was pretty impressive considering who she was talking to.

“Stargazer? Miss Blake you’ll refer to me by my proper name when speaking to me. Do you understand?” Big Tits said sharply, her big blue eyes boring into Andromeda’s as the attractive goth woman jumped a little, looking surprised by Big Tits’ sudden reprisal.

“Oh, right! I’m so sorry Captain…uh Big Tits. I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Well that was…oddly worded, but at least she was showing the proper deference.

“It’s a start. About your demotion…I’m willing to give you one more chance. You have a lot of potential and I’d hate to see that squandered so early. I’m willing to grant you plenty of free time to work on your inventions, you obviously have a talent for them…” Big Tits glanced over at the pinwheel device, that thing would be very valuable going forward. “But remember, if I can’t trust you, I will be forced to promote someone else I can. Understood?”

“Yes Captain…” Andromeda was starting to sound more like her old self, which Big Tits didn’t really know to take as a good thing or a bad thing, but at least her resolve to change was impressive, and Big Tits could always take away what little leniency had been granted. It wasn’t like that device could ever work on her after all.

“Good. Then I’ll take my leave.” Big Tits walked out of th-

Wait a minute… Was Andromeda checking out her ass as Sam walked away? Eh, not really anything to note honestly, Sam did have a distracting body, it was only natural eyes would wander. It wasn’t something Sam really even needed to consciously be aware of honestly…her mind subconsciously decided to not even notice when people were checking out her distracting body.

’NOW ENTERING PINWHEEL GALAXY. ADJUSTING TO GRAVITIONAL PULL.’

The voice of the pilot, Britta Geltz, entered Sam’s ear as though the woman were speaking right next to her, clear as a bell. Miracles of modern technology, the ship’s intercom system was able to broadcast a frequency of vibration throughout the entire ship all at once, meaning that everyone could hear Britta’s announcement with perfect clarity. It would even override other things that the crew were hearing, meaning that no one would miss the important announcement. Sam stopped in place and activated the magnetic soles of her boots. The ship wobbled as it adjusted to the gravitational pull of the new galaxy, but Sam didn’t even feel it. Her boots, in tandem with her suit, kept her in perfect equilibrium. Sam heard a small yelp coming from Andromeda’s workshop and she allowed herself a private smirk. Turns out these uniforms weren’t just there for the Captain’s convenience.

Sam took a look out of one of the Perseus’ many windows, looking out over the wide expanse of the Pinwheel Galaxy. All of those billions of stars hosting who knew what kind of adventures. All those people needing help from a plague of hypnotic dangers long since spiraled out of control. Sam could hardly wait to get started. Look out Pinwheel Galaxy, Samantha Stargazer has arrived.

“Samantha Stargazer has arrived,” a mechanical voice echoed from the depths of a dark chamber. The only distinguishing feature being a pair of glowing purple eyes. Within this dark chamber rest a large, plush bed in the shape of an oval, almost eye-like itself, and on that bed a woman who’s form lay completely in shadow stirred, her lovely lips twisting upwards into a smirk.

“At last…”