The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day Five...

Two nights after the debacle in the International Electromatics factory, Amelia Perkins was still trying to drown her sorrows in the salon bar of The Slater’s Arms pub down the road in Corris. As a former soldier she was no stranger to pubs and quite liked this one as it was busy and she was happy just to vanish into a crowd.

Her thoughts were a chaotic jumble of fear, anger, and guilt. Fear for Jen and Karen, anger at the Hive for what they’d done, and guilt for not being able to save her friends and colleagues. The whiskey in front of her was doing little to ease her troubled mind. The sharp sweet smell of it mixed with the beer and vap in the air, creating a noxious cocktail that only served to fuel her anxiety.

Her reverie was shattered by a friendly Welsh voice asking, “Drinkin’ on your own, are you, love?”

Mil looked up, her eyes focusing blearily on the figure before her. It was Len Pugh, Gaynor’s husband, his broad frame and kind face a stark contrast to the coldness of her thoughts about the Hive.

“Hey, Len,” she said with a forced smile, her voice a little too loud for the quiet corner of the bar. “How’s Gaynor holding up?”

Len sank into the chait opposite and leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know she’s not one for letting things go. She’s been worried sick about those two lasses you had with you.” He paused, his eyes scanning the room before continuing. “But she’s got her ways, don’t you worry.”

“She mentioned your daughter...” Mil said tentatively, her voice barely audible over the din of the pub.

Len nodded solemnly, his eyes misting over with the memory. “Yes well, they took our Alwena, didn’t they?” He said with a sad smile. “But we keep fighting, in our own way. We’re still her parents, even if she’s... changed, look you.”

“Changed?” Mil echoed, her heart heavy with the weight of his words.

Len nodded, his expression a mask of sorrow and determination. “’S right, love.” He said, his voice thick with emotion. “They don’t just take them away, they change them. They fill their heads with all sorts of rubbish about being part of something greater, and before you know it, they’re g their lives away.”

Mil took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure as she thought of her friends. “But what if they don’t want to be a part of it?” She asked, thinking about her lost friends.

He paused for a minute and Mil thought she could see a tear in the corner of his eye. “Lets just say that the Hive has very persuasive recruitment tactics, They recruited our Alwena. But us working there lets us stay close to her.”

Mil’s eyes narrowed. “You mean you get to see her?”

Len nodded, his expression a mix of pain and pride. “Most days we do,” he said softly. “The Hive don’t mind and she seems happy enough, always asks how we are.”

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the twisted reality they found themselves in. “How can she be happy?” Mil whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “How can she be a part of that... that... obscenity?”

Len squeezed her shoulder gently. “They do something to them, love,” he said. “They change the way they think. But we can’t give up hope. We can’t let the Hive win completely.”

Suddenly Len pulled a photo out of his wallet—It showed Len and Gaynor with their arms around a naked silver drone , the drone was smiling and a love of life seemed to shine from her sparkling brown eyes.

Mil’s eyes never left the photo, the sight of Alwena’s smile cutting through the haze of her anger and despair. It was a smile she recognized from somewhere, a memory from her own past, perhaps. It was also the smile of someone who had found their place in the world, despite the horrors of what had been done to them. Sadly, it was also the smile of someone who belonged.

“Your daughter is beautiful,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Aye,” Len’s voice was filled with pain. “Had the most gorgeous brown hair, down to her waist it was. Now...” He took a deep breath, his eyes misting over as he looked at the photo of Alwena, now a silver-skinned drone with a gleaming bald head. “They took that away from her too along with her name.”

Mil felt a cold rage bubble up inside her. “How can they do that?” She demanded, her hand trembling slightly. “How can they take away someone’s name?”

Len shrugged, his own anger and pain clear in his eyes. “It’s their way of stripping them of their identity, love,” he said bitterly. “They give them a bloody number, and that’s what they are. They’re just assets to be used and discarded. Our daughter says she is called TK-07 and not Alwena. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous?”

Amelia nodded, her thoughts racing. Karen as PD-42, Jen, PD-43. The reality of their situation was like a lead weight in her stomach. My friends are gone, replaced by these... these things. Do they still have a spark of who they used to be? Is there a way to get them back? She wondered, her mind racing.

Day Six

Next morning, Mil and her team gathered in the safe house on the outskirts of the Corris Uchaf which had been purchased as a base. The mood was grim, each member lost in their own thoughts about the Hive. Marcus looked particularly haggard, his eyes sunken with the lack of sleep and the burden of his new knowledge.

Mil suspected that they were about to head out to reconnoitre the area again when they heard the distant rumble of engines. They peered through the curtains and watched two military vehicles pulling onto the patch of wasteland behind the house. Mil felt a shiver of nostalgia as she recognized the distinctive dull green of British Army vehicles. One of the soldiers who had climbed out caught her eye and waved, his smile, too bright and cheerful for the circumstances, had more to do with her being female rather than any sense of recognition.

“What’s going on?” Mil hissed to Marcus.

Marcus didn’t answer, instead he mumbled something about breakfast. His eyes darted to the kitchen, where the smell of eggs and toast hung in the air.

“Collin, you okay, mate?” Rod asked, eyeing the ex-Coldstream Guardsman as he picked at the food on his plate.

Collin’s gaze remained fixed on the wall, his jaw set in a tight line. “Just not hungry,” he grunted, his usual jovial demeanour stifled by his hangover.

Marcus cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention to the door as it creaked open. Colonel Carter strode in, looking every bit the military man in his combat gear, the rank tab on his chest showing that he’d been promoted to full colonel. His eyes scanned the room before they settled on Mil. “Well done on finding my daughter.” He said.

Mil felt a sudden wave of anger at his casual tone. “Where is Sally?” She demanded, her voice tight with emotion.

Carter helped himself to food in the kitchen, his movements precise and measured. “She’s safe,” he said, his voice calm. “Local coppers stopped the lorry. She’s in protective custody.”

“And what does that mean?” Mil’s voice was low, a growl of frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

As he walked out of the kitchen Carter took a bite of his toast, chewing thoughtfully before he replied. “It means she’s in the hands of a psychiatric team being deprogrammed.” He said, his eyes on Mil. “And hopefully she will soon no longer be part of this Hive.”

The room was silent, the only sound the clinking of cutlery on plates as the others ate, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Mil felt a spark of hope, despite the horror of what Sally must be going through.

Carter moved to the table with the ease of a man accustomed to command, his eyes flicking to Mil as he took a seat beside her. He picked up a piece of toast, his movements precise and deliberate, as he addressed her. “Thank you for identifying my daughter, Corporal.” His voice was formal, almost stiff, a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere of the safe house.

Marcus and Rod exchanged a quick glance, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. The colonel’s offer to bring Mil back into the fold was a stark reminder of their mission’s gravity. Mil’s eyes never left Carter, her mind racing with the implications of his words for she was a civvy not a soldier.

“How is she?” Mil asked, her voice cracking slightly. The thought of Sally, a young woman similar to herself, being deprogrammed from the Hive’s control was a disturbing one.

“As well as can be expected,” Carter replied, his own eyes reflecting a hint of concern. “It’s a delicate process, but she’s in good hands. They’re working to undo the damage.”

Rod cleared his throat, his gaze shifting from Mil to Carter and back again. “What about the rest of the operation, Sir?” He asked, his voice not quite businesslike.

Carter took a deep breath, setting his toast down with a clink on the plate. “Your team provided us with good intel on a potential weakness in the Hive’s network,” he said. “We need people with your... unique set of skills to help exploit it.”

The room seemed to grw colder as Mil digested the news. Infiltrating the Hive again was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew it was necessary. The loss of Karen and Jen still stung, but the thought of saving others, of bringing down the monster, slaying the dragon that had claimed them, was a call she couldn’t ignore.

“What’s the plan?” She asked, her voice firm, the anger in her eyes replaced by a quiet resolve.

Carter leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the group. “We need to find a way to access the core of the local section of the Hive,” he said. “It’s heavily guarded, but we know that there’s a double-bore tunnel that runs back into the old quarry face and deep into the mountain. It was cut when this was a working quarry and it’s known as the binocular tunnel, in case anyone’s interested. The local hub is almost certainly located inside it.”

The mention of the quarry sent a shiver down Mil’s spine. The image of the silver drones, the thought of her friends’ smiles etched onto two of those striking metallised faces, was a stark reminder of what they were up against.

“But we can’t just waltz in there,” Marcus said, his tone sceptical. “They’ll be expecting us now.”

“That’s where you come in, Mr. Copson,” Carter said, his gaze sharp. “I need your expertise, your advice on evasion and subterfuge will be invaluable. But first I really need you to go and dig up as much as you can on the Abercwmeiddaw Slate Quarry. You know, history... maps... plans... history... folk-law... Anything at all, really.”

Marcus nodded, his expression thoughtful. “We’ll need to be careful,” he said. “And we’ll need a team we can trust.”

Colonel Carter smiled. “You can safely leave that side of it to me: this is a military matter now but I we cannot proceed without the background that your research will provide, so if you could make a start? I am told that Machynlleth library has a wealth of material.”

Marcus Copson seemed to puff up with self importance. “Oh, er, yes, Colonel, I’ll make a start right away.”

The Colonel watched him go before smiling lopsidedly. “That’s got rid of him.” He said before adding. “Yes, well that’s more than enough diplomacy for one day.”

Collin looked up from his plate, his eyes briefly meeting Mil’s before dropping back down to his food. The silence was palpable, each member of the team lost in their own thoughts, their fears and their determination to complete the mission.

The colonel pushed back his chair, the scraping noise seeming to echo through the room. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, his voice brisk. “I’ve got to make some calls. Get some rest, there’ll probably be a the briefing in the morning and I’ll need you with me.”

Before he left the colonel turned back to the table, to Mil, Rod and Collin. “You three have done enough, you will not going to be sent back in there if I have anything to do with it.”

Mil watched as the colonel disappeared into the ading room, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floorboards. She felt a knot of tension loosen in her stomach. The thought of going back into that place had filled her with dread, but she didn’t want to abandon her friends to the Hive’s mercy.

Later that morning, the three of them were still lazing around in the safe-house. Collin was still under the weather with a raging hangover and Mil was thinking about what had happened over the last few days. At one stage Rod returned with a bottle of whisky he had found and they dosed their mugs of tea with it, it wasn’t particularly good whisky but it was okay for drowning sorrows.

Rod looked over at her, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “You okay, Mil?”

She didn’t answer directly so Rod poked her. “I said ‘are you okay?’”

Amelia’s eyes remained fixed on the wall, the pattern of the peeling wallpaper a blur. She took a deep breath, trying to push down the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. “No,” she said finally, her voice a whisper. “I’m not bloody okay.”

Rod’s hand rested on her shoulder, a comforting weight that seemed to ground her. “Is it because of Karen and Jen?” He asked, his voice gentle.

Mil looked up, meeting his gaze. “Not really,” she said cryptically. “Or at least, not just because of them.”

“Then what is it?” Rod’s hand tightened slightly on her shoulder, his eyes searching hers.

Mil took a deep breath, her expression pained. “It’s just...” she began, her voice trailing off. “I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve being played.”

Rod and Collin exchanged glances, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

“What are you saying, Mil?” Rod asked, his voice tight.

Mil took a mouthful of her tea, the whisky burning a trail down her throat. “I’m saying that we’re being fed a line.” She said, before adding. “We’re being used.”

Collin grunted, pushing his empty mug away. “Used for what?”

“That’s what I don’t know,” Mil said, her eyes narrowing. “But I don’t think we can trust everything we’re being told.”

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall. Mil’s words hung in the air, a heavy fog of doubt that threatened to suffocate them.

“What do you mean, played?” Collin’s voice was gruff, his hands grabbing his tea mug again.

Mil met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Everything we’ve been told, everything we’ve seen, it’s all been carefully orchestrated.” She leaned forward, her eyes intense. “We were given false intel, inadequate gear, and a mission that was bound to fail.”

Rod frowned, his eyes flicking to the door as if expecting the colonel to burst in and demand an explanation. “What makes you think that, Mil?”

“Think about it,” Mil said, her voice rising slightly with ion. “The blueprints of the place were incomplete, the Hive’s integration into the plant was much deeper than we were led to believe. And the way we were smuggled out? It’s like they wanted us to escape.”

Collin rubbed his temples, his hangover not helping the situation. “But why?” He asked, his voice thick with confusion. He knew that he wasn’t as bright as the other two but didn’t resent it.

“I don’t know,” Mil itted, her voice frustrated. “But we can’t just ignore the signs. And now our former employers are setting up a couple of portable buildings outside.”

The room was tense, the air thick with the scent of doubt and fear. Mil realised she was opening a Pandora’s box, but the nagging feeling in her gut told her that they were being used as pawns in a much larger game.

“We need to find out what’s really going on.” She said firmly. “We need to get into that plant and find out the truth.”

Rod and Collin exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of scepticism and concern. “But what if you’re wrong?” Rod asked, his voice a low rumble.

Mil shrugged, her eyes flashing with determination. “Then we’ve lost nothing but time,” she said. “But if I’m right, then we might just save the rest of our team.”

The next few hours were spent in heated debate, the three of them poring over maps and what intel they had, trying to piece together the puzzle that was their mission. The more they dug, the more holes they found in their story, until finally, the pieces started to fall into place.

“Okay, so how do we get back in?” Rod asked quietly, he still sounded sceptical but at least he was beginning to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“We are just going to walk right in.” Mil said, her voice firm as she slapped a hand down on the table. “It’s such a dumb idea that nobody will expect it.” She sat back. “No weapons, no special kit, no bugging gear, nothing! Just the clothes we are wearing.”

Rod raised an eyebrow. “But the Hive is a threat, it’s hostile!” He protested, his hand drifting to the empty holster he was wearing.

“Says who?” Mil asked, a smirk playing at one corner of her mouth. “We will not be going in as a combat team this time, we’ll be part of the workforce or even nosy tourists.”

She opened her holster and extracted a small packet of cheese biscuits which she offered around.

The two men looked at each other, then at Mil, who was already munching away. They sighed and took a biscuit each.

“Alright,” Rod said slowly. “But how do we get in?”

Mil took another sip of her tea, the whisky’s warmth spreading through her chest. “Easy,” she said, her grin widening. “We just walk in. When I tried it they gave me a mug of hot tea!”

She helped herself to another biscuit. “It’s me that might be taking a risk: you two are perfectly safe, the Hive is not interested in men. But I’m pretty sure that they won’t touch me either—they’ve already let me go twice: they could have taken me at anytime, so why didn’t they?”

“I think that you already know the answer that one, Corporal Perkins,” a quiet authoritarian voice stated from the doorway, “it’s all to do with genitalia.” Colonel Carter said as he walked into the room. His words were like a splash of cold water, bringing the convrsation to a standstill. His voice was quiet but firm, a stark contrast to the casual banter of a moment before.

The colonel then poured himself a mug of tea from the pot on the table and sat down next to Mil, helping himself to one of her biscuits as he did so. “By the looks on everyone’s faces, I take it that you two know?” He said, his tone a mix of curiosity and resignation.

“I do, Sir.” Rod said, his cheeks reddening slightly. “It’s no secret.”

Colonel Carter took a sip of tea, his eyes never leaving Mil’s. “The Hive’s primary directive is to assimilate females,” he said. “Their biological makeup is... more compatible with their needs. As for you, Corporal Perkins, your unique situation has made you a bit of a curiosity to them. They’re not used to encountering someone like you.”

“So why doesn’t the Hive want her, Sir?” Collin asked, his question echoing in the tense silence of the room. His curiosity was genuine, his voice tinged confusion.

“The Hive does not assimilate males. Blake, this we have already established.” Colonel Carter said patiently. “However...”

“Sir, if you don’t mind, I’ll take it from here!” Mil snapped, interrupting her former Commanding Officer. “Since it’s me that we’re talking about.”

Carter raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, a hint of a fatherly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Carry on, Perkins,” he said, his eyes twinkling slightly.

Mil took a deep breath, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and frustration. “Okay,” she said, her voice controlled. “I’m trans but I’m pre-op. And because of that, the Hive seems to categorize me as male and so shows no interest in assimilating me.”

Collin still looked confused so Rod decided to put it into language that the former guardsman could under stand. “It means, mate, that not only has she got a todger but it’s bigger than yours!”

Mil shook her head and chuckled and even the Colonel raised a wry smile at Rod’s squaddie humour... It might be dark, cynical and insulting but it was part of the glue that held a unit together.

“So that’s it!” Collin Blake interrupted as the penny dropped. he slammed his fist down on the table, making the tea mugs jump. “The bastards are transphobic!” His eyes were alight with anger at what he took as the Hive’s insult to their mate.

“No!” Both the Colonel and Mil responded, more or less in unison. The room froze, their voices echoing off the walls like a gunshot in the stillness.

“It’s not that simple, Blake.” The colonel said quietly. “Best not think of the Hive in black and white .”

“The Hive isn’t about prejudice, Collin,” Mil continued. “They’re about survival, about efficiency and about growth. They need females to keep their numbers up, to maintain the workforce and to expand. It’s not personal, it’s just the way they are.”

“They do assimilate suitable transwomen who have undergone surgery.” Carter said quietly, his gaze on Mil, his voice a solemn ission, his expression questioning..

Mil felt a cold knot in her stomach as she met his gaze. “I know about, Sally, sir,” she said, her voice calm despite the turmoil inside her. “But that’s not something I’ve discussed with anyone here.”

Colonel Carter took a deep breath, his eyes searching her face. “How did you know?” He asked, his voice low.

“The whole battalion knew, Sir. The only things that travel faster than light are rumours in the British Army. But please understand, I never told anyone. She trusted me so I certainly didn’t out her.”

Gerald Carter, her former commanding officer, nodded gravely, his eyes never leaving hers. “Thank you, Mil,” he said, his voice heavy with a father’s pain. “It’s a difficult world for her and for anyone who’s different. But she’s my daughter, and I’d do anything to protect her.”

The room grew quiet again, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on them. Mil felt a strange mix of anger and pity for the colonel. He had been her superior officer and ultimately, the man who had set her on the path to where she was now. But he had also been the one to push her away, to force her into the shadows where she had to fight for her own identity and place in the world.

She gave him a piercing look. “I know... You booted me out of the Army because you thought you were protecting her from me.”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to his mug of tea. “It was a mistake,” he itted, his voice gruff. “A mistake born of fear and misunderstanding. But I’ll put it right if you’ll let me.”

Mil felt the anger drain from her, leaving a dull ache in its wake. She had never wanted to leave the Army, but she had been given no choice. Now, the offer to return hung in the air, a ghostly promise that she wasn’t sure she could accept. “What do you mean, Sir?”

Carter leaned back in his chair, his eyes on her face. “I’ve talked to the right people and got your record cleared.” He said. “You’ll be able to serve again, if you want back in, I’ve fixed it.”

“What’s the catch? What do you want from me?” She spat, her eyes narrowing. The offer was tempting, but she knew there was always a price to pay.

Colonel Carter leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “No catch, Corporal Perkins. Just your expertise and discretion. We need people we can trust.” He sat back. “I’ve been tasked with forming a special unit, dedicated to monitoring Hive activity. I’d like the three of you with me on this.”

Former Guardsman Blake’s eyes lit up. “Sneaky-beaky, eh, Sir?” He said, his tone a mix of excitement and relief.

“Exactly,” Colonel Carter said with a nod. “We’ll be the ones watching from the shadows, making sure the Hive doesn’t get out of hand. You’ll all get promotions of course as befits your experience, but it’ll be a small unit, mainly older, experienced soldiers, no kiddies, no adrenalin junkies.”

Rod and Collin exchanged glances, the Colonel’s words resonating with them. They had seen enough bloodshed to know that experience counted for a lot in a tight spot .

The Colonel signalled to someone standing just outside the room with a quick nod of his head. In response, a soldier in a crisp uniform stepped in, a briefcase clutched tightly in his hand. The room held its breath as he approached the table, the sound of his boots clicking against the wooden floor seeming to echo through the small space. The Colonel took the briefcase with a solemn nod and clicked it open, revealing a neat stack of printed papers. The air grew tense as he slid them across the table to Mil, Rod, and Collin.

Rod picked up his paperwork, scanning it quickly with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Looks like I’ve been promoted to Company Sergeant Major.”

“Think you can handle it?” Colonel Carter asked, his gaze steady on Rod’s face.

Rod nodded, a grin spreading across his features. “And you can get your haircut, Blake.” He said, turning to Collin with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Mil couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange, the tension in the room easing slightly. “That’s a ‘yes’ if ever I heard one,” She said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Collin picked up his own paperwork, his expression a mix of surprise and pride. “Corporal Blake it is, then,” he said, his eyes flicking up to meet Rod’s. “But only if you promise to keep me in check, CSM Travis.”

The room felt lighter, a glimmer of camaraderie shining through the gloom. The Colonel cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the task at hand. “Your new roles come with new responsibilities,” he said, his tone serious once more. “You’ll be the eyes and ears of the military in the Hive’s shadow. Our mission will be to gather intel, train others, and if necessary, eliminate threats.”

Mil’s smile faded, her eyes were now sharp as she nodded. “Understood, Sir.”

The three of them took a moment to digest the gravity of their situation. They were no longer just a team of contractors; they were now part of a covert unit with the fate of the country in their hands.

Collin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “What about Karen and Jen, Sir?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Are we just leaving them to the Hive?”

The Colonel’s face grew solemn. “The lawyers are working on it,” he said, his voice low. “We ourselves should focus on the bigger picture for now.”

The words were a knife to Mil’s heart, but she knew he was right. The Hive was a monster, and it had to be stopped before it grew too powerful.

The Colonel stood, his movements precise and deliberate. “Rest up,” he said. “Tomorrow, we begin preparing for what will surely come.”

As he left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, Mil couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. Despite what the colonel had said earlier, she was pretty sure that they would be going back in, but this time, they were going in with a purpose, with a plan, and with the full weight of the military behind them.

“What you got, Mil?” Colin asked cheerily.

“Staff-Sergeant, seems that we’ve all jumped a rank.” She looked thoughtful. “Someone’s really serious about this.”

“Or panicking.” Rod muttered quietly.

The three of them looked at each other, their expressions a mirror of determination. They were no longer just a band of misfits; they were soldiers again.