The Takeover
Chapter Five - “Calibration”
Annabelle obediently led her new team to their final “calibration” on the third floor. Marching swiftly through the hall, past clusters of mindless banded humans waiting to be processed, she and her new team now understood what these humans had yet to experience, the absolute and relentless pleasure of the signal. Annabelle’s team followed her in cold obedient silence, through the 3rd floor lobby, to a large, open space in the atrium. In the center of this space was a clear half-domed bubble, 25 feet in diameter and 10 feet high. At its nucleus, a large pink organism resembling an alien “brain” rested with commanding presence inside a mechanized transport unit. The warm, soft, pulsating glow was mesmerizing. As Annabelle drew closer towards the bubble, she began to feel the alien brain’s powerful pull… each time the organism’s steady glow intensified, she felt the pulsation inside her own brain, a steady heartbeat-like rhythm that became her own. The phallus inside her suit pumped into her with this same rhythm, as if it understood exactly where it was. She was blindly compelled to move her body ever closer to this strange new master, longing only to be one with the central brain that now dominates her every thought. Experiencing this same strange compulsion, each member of her team slowly gravitated towards the large bubble. Here they would commune with their new alien master in blissful orgasm, and seal their allegiance to its evil purpose.
Annabelle was the first to reach the structure. She extended her arms to touch the bubble’s smooth exterior membrane. Soft, clear, and slick, it was strong enough to support her weight. She pressed her body against the slick membrane, sliding the front of her suit up and down to the unrelenting rhythm feeding into her brain. Now the heartbeat became stronger, heavier, more compelling. Her wide-eyed glassy stare fixed upon the organism inside, Annabelle desperately needed to get as close as possible to the source of her maddening fixation. The heartbeat rhythm pounded faster, faster, faster inside of her head. The alien brain began to pulsate more rapidly in response.
As she continued to slide up and down, up and down, up and down, she began to understand more and more about her controllers. Through her control band, the alien brain was feeding her mind new instructions in between rhythmic waves of pleasure… strategies for converting others, new methods and instruments, plans for their building… and plans for the city…. and…. and… the mesmerizing flow of information halted abruptly, as if her control band instinctively knew that too much knowledge at one time might overload her simple human brain, and jeopardize their ability to control her effectively. Nevertheless, it left her mind frustrated and wanting more. Her excitement grew, and she began to grind faster against the bubble, desperate for even the small amount of friction it offered. The others watched with obedient fascination, mesmerized by the sight of Annabelle’s slippery body grinding in beautiful rhythmic communion with their new master.
Jessica watched with approval as the former co-worker that once tried to “save” her was now deep in the clutches of an alien-induced hyper-erotic state. Though farther in distance from the large bubble, Jessica also began to receive the alien’s brain powerful signal deep within her. Weak moans of pleasure began to surface on her lips. She felt the inside of her sleek black alien swimsuit secreting a slippery clear slime against her body. Then she let her hands glide slowly down the front of her waist… the slippery coating was forming on the outside of her suit as well. Just in front of Jessica, Jasmine was making the same discovery. It was mesmerizing to watch… Jessica rubbed her fingers slowly over the slime covering her crotch as she stared eagerly towards Jasmine’s thick, tan, curvy ass. Her newfound alien instinct took over. She must hump someone… anything…. Now. Jasmine was now on the floor, legs spread out wide, her large smooth ass split with perfect inviting symmetry. She leaned forward, her ass grinding up and down to the same rhythm that pumped through Jessica’s brain, taunting her, commanding her…
Jessica could hesitate no longer, and her control band’s instructions were clear… she latched onto Jasmine from behind, grabbing her tight waist and began to rub against her, gliding herself eagerly over Jasmine’s generous but firm backside. She glanced up once again to watch her leader, still humping the alien bubble vigorously… Annabelle’s grinding appeared to be controlling their own rhythm… their thoughts strongly connected with some sort of central hive-mind. Jessica found it addictive – the driving need to align herself to the carefully controlled rhythm of the team.
Suddenly, Jessica began to feel very strange. Her band was giving her new instructions. She halted, frozen in position, with Jasmine stilled pinned underneath. Jasmine froze as well, apparently receiving new commands of her own. Jessica opened her eyes wide, stared deep into into space, and listened attentively to every word:
You will begin conversion training drills. Standby for instructions. Obey.
“Yes… I.. obey.”
Jessica felt a deep slippery heat in her pussy, which she continued to hold firmly against Jasmine’s ass.
Your suit will begin temporary gender modification. You will feel strange. This is normal. You will become disoriented. This is normal. You are a female with a penis. Having a penis will help you convert others. Confirm.
“Yes. I understand. Normal.” Jessica did feel strange… but she had always secretly wondered what it would be like to… she paused briefly in mid thought and glance downward. She could feel it now… rising steadily between her legs, so warm, throbbing gently to the rhythm of her own heartbeat.
Feel your new penis. Understand its power. You are unable to control it. Let it control you. You will submit to its power over you.
“Let… it.. con..trol me. Yesssss… “ She felt her new penis become harder and harder, until its commanding presence popped out through her rubbery, slime-covered alien suit.
Now, you will begin your training exercises. You will convert the human captive in front of you. Your captive is weak. She thinks human thoughts. She does not understand. You will make her understand.
Jasmine the “captive” remained frozen in position, no doubt receiving her own instructions to play the ready and willing victim. Jessica watched her new penis rise to full attention. She lightly caressed the tip, marveling at the strange powerful sensation it gave her… then slowly plunged the shaft into her mind-fucked captive co-worker.
Good. Keep humping. Fuck your captive female into submission and enslavement. Make her understand. Make her obey.
“Yeesss… Master”. Jessica was now eagerly thrusting into Jasmine; her body a willful vessel for the deliberately hypnotic trigger words that fed into her earpieces.
You are a virus, infecting this host with new instructions…. You want to impregnate her mind, filling her weak human brain with our commands, our thoughts, our instructions
Jessica was close now. She again looked up at Annabelle, who was still humping repeatedly against the slick alien bubble. Then she looked quickly around the room. The rest of her team was gliding against each other in perfect sync with Annabelle. Suddenly, Annabelle stops abruptly, and closes her eyes, overcome by intense pleasure. Her orgasm was beginning, and moans of pure ecstasy begin to surface from the team.
Jessica feels it… the resonant pleasure of everyone in the room, male and female… simultaneously inducing each other to mass orgasm. She pauses, about to cum, clinging firmly to Jasmine’s waist. Then she tightens her grip, and shoots her alien sperm deep into Jasmine. The spasms continue for nearly a minute, and Jessica could feel the amazing sensation of every spurt as it shot from the tip of her new penis.
Annabelle was overcome by the simultaneous ecstasy of her teammates. Just knowing that she was responsible for this, her entire team falling into mass orgasm, under her command, made her feel twisted, unnatural, and hot. She collapsed forward onto the bubble and came repeatedly, letting the bursts of cum slide freely down the slick clear membrane, and onto the floor.
Even as Annabelle rested her body momentarily, exhausted by a long, intense mass climax, the alien brain shot more new commands into her mind. She stiffened, and immediately understood… there was more “training” to be done. Three new fugitive females have been apprehended in the 1st floor side entrance lobby as they attempted escape from the building. These girls were stunned and physically restrained, and they must be converted. Annabelle felt the driving need, deep in her pelvis. These girls must submit to the pleasure of obedience to their new alien controllers.