The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The aliens had pulled up a virtual display in front of the three women, upon which they played some of the footage from the club. The women watched intently. It was strange to hear other people speaking Norwegian after so long, not to mention the background disco music, and initially they wondered why the aliens had chosen to show them this.

“Are those our aliens?” Frida wondered, squinting at the small dancing figures. “Oh—no, they’re robots or something. Like those dancing sunflower toys.”

“Clever, though,” noted Maja. “If you see a real alien, you would just think it’s a robotic decoration.”

Then, the capture of the three dancers in the tubes was shown in detail, and realization dawned.

“Oh my. They’re using the nightclub as a trap, to capture humans.” Sofia glared at the Professor. “But what are they doing with them?”

“I don’t know—wait, look!” Maja pointed at the display. The scene had switched, showing a dazed Astrid wandering out of the tube, and reing the party. “Whatever it is, they’re returning them, afterwards. I wonder what the humans ?”

“If they’ve drunk quite a lot, maybe not very much,” suggested Frida. “That one certainly doesn’t look very steady on her legs.”

“Okay. The implication seems to be that we help them with this—somehow—and in return, we get to return to Earth.” Maja looked thoughtful. “Would we be betraying our species by doing this? It’s not a small question.”

“They do seem to avoid harming people,” Sofia itted. “They’re much more technologically advanced than us, so if they wanted to do something bad to the human race, I doubt they’d need our help.”

“It’s not like the human race is deficient in that area anyway,” muttered Maja.

Frida coughed. “Ladies, might I remind you of the thing in my head? And, from that drawing earlier, it looks like you’d each have to have one of your own.“

“What’s it like?” Sofia asked. “What would we be g up for?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Frida itted. “It seems to able to induce emotions and feelings directly.” She blushed. “To tell you the truth, they can use it to make you feel good. Really good. Too good, if you know what I mean.“

“And they can take over your body, like when we were in that laboratory?” Maja asked.

“Yes—I was aware all the time, but it was like being a puppet. You see what they want you to do, and... you just do it. Your active will seems to cut out entirely.” Frida made a face. “It’s kind of creepy, but again, it doesn’t hurt, at all.”

The night club video had come to an end, and the aliens were standing patiently, watching the women talk.

“Sof, what do you think?” Maja chewed her lip. “It looks like Frida is allowed to go back as-is, so are we going to her?”

“I don’t want either of you left here alone,” Frida warned. “If one of you doesn’t want to have the thing in you, I’ll stay, and the other one can go back.“

The three women bent their heads together, sharing a silent moment.

“I think we have to do this together,” Sofia decided. “I’m willing to give it a go. Maja?”

“Okay!” Maja gave a sigh. “Let’s do it. Let’s see the fjords again.”

She and Sofia knelt in front of the two aliens, leaned down onto their hands, and lowered their heads.

The two aliens sang at each other briefly, then a large portal opened in the wall. A laboratory table was positioned there.

Faso gently tugged at Soeea’s arm. The blonde rose to her feet and walked over to the portal. She looked down at the table for a few moments, then reluctantly lay down.

The women might have volunteered for the process, but the aliens were clearly not taking any chances with the humans changing their minds halfway through. Sofia and Maja were just as firmly restrained as last time, while they watched the activity around them in the laboratory with some trepidation.

“I never thought I’d volunteer to have an alien device planted in my brain,” said Sofia, the brittleness of her voice indicating how close she was to panic. “How about you, Maja?”

“I never thought we’d be abducted by aliens, if it comes to that.” Maja could hear her friend’s nervousness, and tried to be reassuring. “And yet, here we are. We should write a book about it when we get back home.”

“Our little friends might have something to say about that—eek!” Sofia gave a squeak of alarm as her table started to rise to the vertical, closely followed by Maja’s.

“Here we go... Frida said she couldn’t feel anything when they did it,” Maja said, hopeful. She could hear her friend’s increasingly rapid breathing. “Just relax, Sof.”

“I’m scared,” Sofia whimpered. “I’m sorry, Maj.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, honey—oh!” The brief sting in the back of Maja’s neck was quickly replaced by numbness that spread through her head. “That is weird. I can’t feel my face.” Her voice changed as she lost feeling in her tongue as well. “You doin’ ok?”

“Same,” Sofia mumbled. “Don’t hurt.”

Professor Mifa watched with satisfaction as the small but incredibly complex interfaces were delicately wired into the humans’ open brains by the robot arms.

“You didn’t mention to Keeper Faso that these aren’t the same interface as installed in the first human,” Lati remarked, peering inside the blonde’s exposed cranial nerves.

“No, I didn’t, did I?” A smile played on Mifa’s face. “What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.”

The final connections were made, and the arms started to re-seal the humans’ brains.

“If we’re returning them to the planet indefinitely,” Lati mused, “aren’t we at risk of the other humans discovering the interface by accident? What if they get in a fight—which seems to be a frequent event in their violent society—and their head splits open?”

“It will do a self-dissolve if exposed to air, or if the brain experiences anoxia,” Mifa explained. “There won’t be anything noticeable left.”

She scrutinized her colleague. “Are you ready to work with these humans? You’re going to have to communicate our needs to them, and make sure that they don’t misbehave. The last thing we need is them convincing Terrans that we exist.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” Lati said, airily. “Did you see the study that Professor Sola’s graduates did on alien depictions in the human cultures? We are already famous, but the population thinks that actual abduction reports are just from crazy people. Short of them having me as an exhibit in a Terran zoo, we would have nothing to worry about. And, of course, you’d never let that happen to me.” She paused. “If it were Remi, on the other hand...“

The Professor laughed. “I finally heard about how you got those additional readings, and why they were cut off so abruptly at the end. Quite ingenious, Lati, though perhaps ill-advised.”

“I learned a lot about humans that day,” Lati sighed. She looked at the console. “Both implants appear to be active, and ing tests. Shall we give them a run to check their broadcast functions?”

“Why not?” Professor Mifa selected a signal set from her library. “Watch the specimens’ reactions—particularly, the eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how expressive they are.”

Sofia’s head still felt numb, but there had been a brief tingling feeling that seemed to come from deep inside her. Her initial fear had faded somewhat as pain had failed to materialize, and she was now almost bored, wondering what would happen next.

She doubted that the alien would try brain-to-brain communication again, but she was quite ready to send some serious emotion back if it were stupid enough to try.

The sudden appearance of a slowly spinning beachball in her vision, superimposed on the laboratory, was not what she had expected. Head still immobilized, only her eyes could follow it as it drifted around the lab.

“Maj,” she said, trying to hold her voice steady, “can you see something?”

“If it’s a beachball, yes I can.” Maja sounded as confused as Sofia. “It isn’t real, is it?”

“Well, it just appeared out of nowhere... Is the implant putting things in our vision?” The beachball drifted right through some equipment hanging from the ceiling, confirming its lack of corporeality.

Maja made a sniff. “My nose is still numb—but I can smell something. Is that... chocolate?”

“I smell it too—wait, it’s gone. Now I can smell something metallic? No, it’s a taste, isn’t it?”

“They’re injecting sensations into our brains. This is really, really weird.” Maja frowned. “Frida didn’t mention this, did she?”

“Nnnn... not just our brains,” Sofia said, her voice trembling. “You’re feeling this as well, right?”

“Ohhhhh yes,” groaned Maja. “Well, this was on Frida’s report, so we can’t be surprised.” She started shaking as much as her restraints allowed, which wasn’t much. “Oh no, oh no... I’m not going to come here in front of half the alien race, I’m not, I’m not...”

“I don’t think we’re going to get much choice!” Sofia screwed up her eyes and panted, vainly trying to damp the relentlessly increasing feelings in her middle. “At least have the courtesy to stick your fingers in my puss and bring me off properly!”

“If I could, I would!” Maja gasped. “Oh shit, oh shit...”

“Not you, the little alien bastards—OH! GAAAHHH! MMMMM!” Sofia, red as a side of beef, came like a train, her friend only a few seconds behind.

Professor Mifa had to cover her ears as the specimens barked their way to a sexual climax. She watched with concern as the restraint mountings holding the blonde actually flexed from the force being applied, but then the animal blew out an explosive breath, and its muscles went limp.

“Quite satisfactory,” she purred, pressing the control to return the tables to the horizontal. “How are our preparations for their return?”

“We’ve given our request to our Terran Language Institute; they’re working on the right word it, but apparently they think that our humans are going to need some documentation. They don’t know the details yet.” Lati frowned. “Maybe we can just ask our humans what they need. It might be that simple.”

Mifa nodded. “That would make sense. Their local knowledge is why we’re sending them back, after all.” She walked over to the blonde, her long fur now damp from exertion, and her eyes closed as her impressive chest rose and fell. “Gave you quite a workout, didn’t we?” She leaned over the specimen’s face, feeling the unusual heat from her, and delicately sniffing the slightly acid scent from the sweat glands.

The eyes snapped open, Sofia’s blue-gray irises only a few inches from Mifa’s deep blue pools.

Her head still restrained, Sofia nevertheless managed to thrust her jaw forward and clamp her teeth on Mifa’s nose. The Professor squeaked as the sharp ivory gripped her sensitive skin. Immediately, she could feel that pulling away would be a bad idea. The pressure from the bite promised much worse to come.

“Professor!” Lati grabbed a sleep stick, but hesitated. It wasn’t unusual for human muscles to spasm when the device hit, and in this situation, that might well result in a noseless Professor. “What do you want me to do?”

“I’m thinking,” said Mifa, in a muffled voice. She could feel the hot breath of the predator washing over her, and tried to repress her own long-buried primal fear. “We need to reason with it, somehow.”

“I’ll get Keeper Faso.” Lati vanished.

Sofia wasn’t sure exactly how she’d got into this situation. Her body pumped with adrenaline from the involuntary climax, she had smelled something by her face, and felt the nearby heat. When she opened her eyes to see her tormentor within inches, something primal had made her want to bite. It had taken a lot of control not to take off the nose entirely.

Now, she was apparently locked in a stand-off, unable to communicate with Maja, or indeed anyone else. Still, she was reluctant to give up her leverage.

Two small, hot hands touched her cheeks.

“Sof?” Maja’s voice. “It’s our friend. She’s giving me... a look, I guess? I think, she’s asking me to tell you to let go.”

A pause.

“I think it’s a good idea, Sof. I don’t think you’re going to bite off her nose, are you, really? And if not, how does this end?”

Sofia stared up at the alien, trying to read its expression.

“She’s tried to protect us so far, Sof, hasn’t she?”

Sofia closed her eyes, briefly, then slowly released the bite.

The alien stumbled back, clutching its nose. There was a burst of high pitched singing, from several points in the room.

“I want that creature stunned to within an inch of its life!” Mifa cradled her damaged nose, rebuffing Lati’s attempts to look at it.

“If any of you so much as touch this human, I am going to put a Terran wolverine in your bed chamber.” Faso was blocking two stick-wielding lab assistants from Soeea, her voice steady, but a look of absolute determination on her face. “And I’ll give it a dose of laxatives before I do that.“

The laboratory was still for a moment. Maja watched, afraid, not understanding, but also fascinated.

Lati took charge, finally. “Take the Professor to Medical. Goodness knows what bacteria she’s been exposed to; she needs immediate treatment.” Two assistants collected the wounded Mifa and guided her out of the lab, ignoring her protests. “We’ve properly resealed these specimens’ brains? Good, return them to their living space.” Another assistant started to drive the tables out of the lab and back to the living space portal.

She faced Faso, the only other person left in the lab. “Thank you for your intervention, Keeper Faso. I’m sure the Professor will be grateful too, eventually.”

“’Eventually’, perhaps,” Faso said, drily. She sat on a low bench. “Thank you, in turn, for defusing the situation, Lati. That could have gone rather badly.”

“It did go badly, but I get your point—it could have been so much worse. What was the Professor thinking?” Lati muttered. She called up the room video, and replayed it. “Sticking her head in a wild animal’s mouth!“

Faso sighed. “This is where you all get it wrong. They are not wild. Impulsive, I grant you, but they are rational creatures that we can communicate and reason with. They build emotional relationships. Why do you think I wasn’t afraid? They know I won’t hurt them. They trust that I will try to help them.” She popped a snack into her mouth. “They know me. They know the Professor too—but she has a very different association in their minds. And that, Lati, is entirely her fault.“

Apparently, their exhibit was now closed: the glass in the living space stayed dark throughout the day. Additionally, while the trio had been sleeping in their room, a new, larger frame had been added to the wall. This one didn’t appear to allow creation of images, but a few experimental gestures revealed a treasure trove of existing Terran images and videos, curated into what looked like a timeline indexed by Earth’s orbit around its sun, the moon around the Earth, and the Earth’s rotation. It had taken Maja about an hour to produce a time-translation crib sheet in her own drawing frame, drawing from her memory of an astrophysics course in college, though she’d had to estimate when January started.

“So, they send this letter to a Tromsø legal firm, pretending to be an American company wanting to fit out and operate a nightclub—and apparently they’ve managed to tap into Internet Mail somewhere, because most of the rest of the conversation is done via email, including electronic signatures.” Sofia squeezed her forehead, trying to assimilate all the information.

“They probably got an AOL CD, way back when, and are still using that as their mail,” said Frida, who wasn’t paying as much attention as she could have.

Sofia scanned the mails. “Their payments to the lawyers went through just fine, so they have access to the banking systems as well.”

“I suspect that they find most Earth cryptology distressingly simple to break,” Maja noted. “And, core banking systems haven’t really changed since the 80’s.”

“The English language, not so much... Frida, you speak it very well; what do you think of the way they write it?” Sofia peered at the correspondence. “A bit stilted, would you say?”

Frida agreed. “But, it is grammatical. They write like a foreigner who has learned American very well, but not perfectly, and never actually lived there. And, I assume that Norwegian is still beyond them. We have a tiny body of language writing compared to English, so it’s not surprising. “

“Ironic,” snorted Maja. “They can travel between worlds, and interface to human minds, but really struggle with natural language.”

“Maybe they find it too hard to be as dumb as we are,” Frida snarked.

“As dumb as that alien who shoved its nose in my face?” Sofia shook her head. “So, they take us to Earth, we help them to find, capture, and return humans for their little experiments. They use the brain interface to show us what they want, and presumably give us something like one of these frames for us to communicate back to them. What are we going to need from them?“

“Money,” said Frida. “IDs to open bank s—I assume the club has one, but it’ll look weird if we buy groceries using it.”

“So we’ll have to sketch the design of ports, put our names in the sketches, and hope they can figure out a way to make real ones. Okay. And, we can’t deposit too much cash at once, because of money laundering. We’ll have to open the s with cash, but then get larger s transferred from the club.”

“Clothes,” Maja said. “It would look weird to turn up naked. People would think we’re Swedes, or something worse.”

“What could be worse?” mumbled Frida.

“Specifying those is going to be tricky,” Sofia said, thoughtfully.

“A pleasure to meet you, Tove.”

The three women took it in turns to shake the lawyer’s hand, before taking their seats in the small office.

“Welcome to Tromsø, ladies.” Tove was, as normal, dressed in her form-flattering dark gray suit and cream blouse, her hair in a perfect bun, and so she mentally raised an eyebrow at the loose slacks and oversized oatmeal sweaters worn by her visitors. Their hair, though clean, clearly needed considerable styling work, and they apparently hadn’t bothered with make-up this morning. Americans, she sighed. They wouldn’t know ‘professional’ if it bit them in the butt. But they do have money.

“Your Norwegian is excellent,” she offered, flattering only a little. “Have you lived here before?”

“Maja and I lived in Stavanger until we were six and seven,” Sofia explained. They had decided to specify the same surname for their two ports, and play sisters. “Frida was eight, I think? But our families worked in the oil industry, and both moved to Houston, Texas.” They had all worked hard to flavor their Norwegian with some American vowels, temporarily. Sofia figured they could discard them after a couple of weeks.

“And I understand that you’re here on behalf of the owners, to study the operations of the club, with a view to building it out as a multi-national franchise?”

“Exactly,” confirmed Frida, who had come up with the cover story. “The owners are very pleased with the results to date, and I think it’s not too much to say that they are eager to expand as soon as practicable.”

“Well, we are very happy to have you in Tromsø, and of course the club is yours to visit whenever you would like.” Tove neatly stacked her paperwork. “Is there anything else I might assist you with?”

“If we could cite you for a reference for our new bank s, that would be very helpful.” Sofia checked her list. “Could you recommend a local realtor? We’re looking for something furnished, within easy walking distance of the club. For now, we’re bunking at the club itself, but that’s not suitable long term.”

“Of course,” Tove agreed. “I will send you an email.” The aliens had allocated the women email addresses, although it was as yet not clear how to access them.

Maja cleared her throat. “Clothes, Sof?”

“Ah, yes—are there any good clothing stores in town, Tove? You dress very well,”—Tove dimpled in acknowledgement—“so hopefully you can recommend some places. Our checked luggage went missing and the airline hasn’t found it yet.” Sofia gestured at her sweater. “All we have is what we’re dressed in.”

“And, where does one buy decent make-up around here?” asked Frida.

The side door of the club clicked open, and the three women took a reflexive step back as they saw the size of the man standing inside.

“Mr Henrik?” Sofia offered, hoping Tove had informed her correctly. “We are the owners’ representatives—may we please enter?”

“Of course.” Despite his size, Henrik moved smoothly to welcome the women into the building. “You are from America? I spent some time with your Marines in North Carolina; they were good friends.” He shrugged. “I did not like the American beer, but there was very tasty meat there.”

“Thank you. May we look around?” Sofia asked.

“Of course. Furie will be here in three hours and twenty minutes, but if you need anything, please ask.” Henrik settled himself back in his chair next to the security monitors.

“I’d bet the club doesn’t have any trouble, with him around,” commented Maja, as they made their way into the building.

“Can you imagine our friends’ reaction to him?” By mutual agreement, the aliens were an ironic ‘our friends’ in conversation. “Even Sofia terrifies them—if they ever met him, they’d drop dead with fright.” The girls giggled.

They wandered around the main club floor, taking in the decor, followed the winding corridor to the top bar, where they inspected the wide array of expensive drinks with longing eyes, then further up to the three transparent tubes, where they paused.

“So, this is where it all happens,” Maja said, thoughtfully.

“ ‘Beam me up, Scotty’,” snarked Frida. “Our job is essentially to entice women into these things?”

“The right women, ?” There had been a video in the repository which showed various people entering the tubes, and a subset of them on what looked like laboratory tables. Most of them had a red cross superimposed on them—the aliens had obviously watched game shows—and, in some cases, highlighting of physical features. So far it seemed that they were looking for fit-to-plump women in the 20-40 age range, while excessive piercings and/or weird hair coloring were problematic. Land whales were apparently not welcome.

The tubes started to flash in their vision, and the women felt all willpower evaporate from their bodies. Following the visual cues, they stepped into the tubes, which rotated to leave them invisible from both sides. Then they started to float upwards...