The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day ten...

The drive across Scotland was a blur of green and grey, the landscape rolling past the windows of the Land Rover as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The M6 motorway had been a trial of patience, chock-full of traffic jams thanks to the ever-present roadworks. The sun was well down as they finally pulled up behind the safehouse, nestled in the Welsh countryside. Mil stepped out of the vehicle, her legs protesting with a stiffness that came from too many hours spent in cramped conditions. She stretched, her back cracking as she took in the surroundings. The safehouse was a large Victorian house tucked in between a row of drab cottages and the serene beauty of the rolling hills that surrounded the village.

The interior of the building was alive with the low hum of activity. Collin had filled her in on the way here. The Hive had infiltrated even this sanctum, with several drones working here, attending to menial tasks. They were all female, their hairless silver bodies gleaming in the bright LED light. Mil couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety. She had been told that these drones were a stark reminder of their mission’s urgency and the problems they faced. Yet, there was something eerily comforting in their presence, a reminder of Sally’s words about finding a place where she could be truly understood.

As they moved through the safehouse, Mil noticed that the drones, despite the late hour, were all busy, working without complaint. The Hive had been contracted to provide cleaning and cooking services as a cost-saving measure by the Ministry of Defence a decision that Colonel Carter had been unable to overturn. Despite their mechanical efficiency, their very presence was a stark reminder of the Hive’s omnipresence. She wondered if any of them had once been like Sally, trapped in a silver prison of their own making, smiling serenely while their humanity was slowly replaced by something she couldn’t define. Or at least this was the official version that she had been given: a version that she was beginning to doubt.

Mil found Colonel Carter in his makeshift office, a small room lined with screens and maps, the air thick with the smell of sweat and tension. The Colonel looked up as she entered, his expression a mix of relief and weariness.

She came to attention did not saluted as she was not wearing her beret. “Good evening, Sir, I gather we have a small difficulty?”

“’Evening, Staff Perkins... I suppose you could say that.” He replied dryly.

He waved her over to a map of the Abercwmeiddaw Slate Quarry, the site of the ongoing operation that the Army had ‘inherited’ from the contractors. “We’re running out of time,” he said, his voice gruff. “the Hive’s numbers are growing, and we need to act now if we’re going to have any hope of rescuing our people.”

He looked very tired as he asked. “So, what were your conclusions regarding the Clinic?”

Mil studied Colonel Carter’s face, the lines etched deeper than she ed, his eyes bloodshot from long hours on duty. The question hung in the air like a heavy weight. “Sir, the Clinic’s security appears to be top-notch.” She began, her voice measured. “The drones are well-managed, and seem almost content to be there. Dr. Walker is doing everything she can to deprogram them, but...”

The Colonel’s eyes searched hers, looking for a glimmer of hope that she wasn’t sure she had. “But what?” he prompted.

Mil took a deep breath. “But it’s more complicated than the reports make out, Sir. The drones... They’re not just mindless automatons. They’re sentient with thoughts and feelings...” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “And the ones I’ve got to know, like like Alwena and Sally seem... happy with their new lives. I sat in on one of the de-programming sessions: they ain’t robots, they’re people and happy people at that. They’re not confused, they don’t seem brainwashed, they’ve not rejected their past lives... In fact Sally asked me to her to you and let you know that she loves her Daddy and that she’s looking forward to seeing you again when the clinic releases her.”

Colonel Carter’s face hardened, his eyes narrowing. “They’re not happy, they can’t be,” he growled. “They’re conditioned. the Hive has twisted their minds—it must have done!”

Mil held her ground, her voice firm. “With respects, Sir, that’s not how they appear to me.” She sighed, feeling the weight of her words, adding. “But then, I ain’t no expert.”

The Colonel’s gaze bore into her. “Perkins, we don’t have the luxury of playing armchair philosopher here. We need to get into that quarry, shut down the Hive’s operations, and get our people out.”

Mil nodded solemnly. “Yes, Sir. I know that. But if what I’m saying is true, then we can’t just go in guns blazing. We’ll need to handle this with a more delicate approach.”

He rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “Delicate?” He echoed. “Against nothing but robots?”

Mil held her ground. “If they’re as you say, then yes. But if they’re more than that...”

The Colonel sighed and leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtful. “Very well. We’ll proceed with caution. But understand me Staff Perkins, the priority is still the same: dismantle the Hive and save who we can. Sentient or not, we must deal with them as if they’re under enemy control.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Mil nodded. “Understood, Sir.”

The briefing was a flurry of activity and urgent whispers as the team reviewed the intel and their new mission parameters. CSM Rod Travis, the former Grenadier Guards sergeant, outlined their strategy, his voice gruff but calm. The plan was to infiltrate the quarry under cover of darkness, posing as of the Hive’s maintenance crew.

“We should be able to move freely among the drones and identify the core of the Hive’s operations.” He added. They all realised that it was risky, but there was no other real choice.

The expected reinforcements were not due to begin arriving for a few more days so there were just the four of them: Mil and the two former guardsmen would be ed by the Colonel who was determined to lead this one personally. They started out immediately after supper, Mil and Collin, tired after the long day’s drive back from Scotland but had become used to this sort of thing in the Army which they were part of once more.

Dressed in the loose grey coveralls of the plant’s human workers, the team moved out into the cool night air, the stars above them a stark contrast to the grim reality of their mission. They were a motley crew but they had a common goal but more importantly: comradeship and a bond forged in the fire of shared experiences. The colonel believed that they were the last line of defence against the Hive, but Mil wondered about this and suspected that it was the Hive that needed defending.

As they approached the quarry, the sounds of machinery grew louder, the distant hum of the Hive’s activity a constant reminder of the enemy they faced—if they were indeed the enemy. Mil felt a knot in her stomach. This was it, the moment of truth. Would their new theory hold up in the face of the cold, hard reality? Or would it all crumble to dust, leaving them to face the full might of the Hive?

The gate loomed ahead, a stark sentinel in the moonlight. Mil took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Let’s do this,” she murmured and made sure that her hand was well away from the butt of her concealed pistol. She had argued against the need for firearms but had been overruled.

The Colonel nodded. “For humanity,” he whispered, and with that, they slipped out of the shadows and into the area surrounding the lion’s den.

The factory block, a stark yet brightly lit monolith against the ancient quarry face, was a hive of activity, the night shift in full swing. The rumble of machines and the background electrical hum was almost comforting in its predictability. The four of them walked casually along the access road, trying not to appear out of place despite the sound of their heavy military boots against the concrete roadway.

The security was surprisingly lax, given the Hive’s usual paranoia. Two middle-aged men with peaked caps and the bored expressions of those who had seen too many night shifts and not enough excitement sat in a tiny shack that ed for a gatehouse. They barely glanced up from their tea and football chat as Mil and her team strolled past, waving their fake ID tags as if they belonged. Several Hornets, the Hive’s black-coated robot-like sentinels, hovered nearby, but they seemed more interested in each other’s breasts than in the newcomers.

Once inside the main building they made their way to the tea room, a small oasis of humanity in a sea of hyper-modern order and gleaming drones. The room was filled with the warm smell of brewing tea and the murmur of Welsh voices. The human workers, dressed in the same grey coveralls as the team, eyed them with mild curiosity but said nothing. Mil felt a pang of guilt as she saw the weariness etched on their faces, the same weariness she knew she’d worn herself after countless nights in the field.

They gathered around a corner of the table, trying to blend in as they slowly drank their tea. Their conversation was forced, a mix of small talk and football banter. It was a strange juxtaposition, discussing the latest match scores while their true purpose loomed like a spectre at the edge of their thoughts. Mil’s eyes darted around the room, searching for any clue, any anomaly that would indicate that the Hive knew they were here. Everything was as it should be, however, almost too normal for comfort.

The drones that they saw moved with their usual unsettling grace, their silver bodies gleaming in the stark lights. They were everywhere, a silent testament to the Hive’s power and reach. Yet, as Mil watched them interact with the human workers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to them than met the eye. They didn’t just obey commands; they moved with purpose, with intent.

It was Collin who broke the tension first. “We need to find the main control room.” He reminded them, his voice low. “That’s where we’ll find the real power.”

The Colonel nodded, his eyes watching for the occasional drone that moved along the corridor visible through the open door. “Agreed,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we go in as planned. We’re still in the lion’s den after all and we don’t know when the beast will awake.”

The team took a collective breath and stood, the clinking of their mugs on the table like a call to arms. They were ready, as ready as they’d ever be, to face the heart of the Hive and bring back a piece of humanity that had been lost to the cold embrace of the machine.

Their journey to the control room was by way of a jumble of secondary corridors and stairwells, a maze that seemed to have been designed to confuse outsiders. The Colonel’s intel had been good, leading them through the bowels of the facility without encountering any resistance. The occasional drone would by, but their disguises seemed to hold, their conversations about football and the weather mundane enough to avoid suspicion. Although the Colonel hadn’t been inside the plant he had memorized the updated floor plan that had been redrawn by the other three after their abortive raid of a week before.

The control room, when they reached it, was a whirr of activity. The walls were lined with screens displaying an array of data that meant nothing to Mil, but she knew that somewhere in that chaos of lights, arcane symbols and numbers lay some of the secrets of the Hive’s operation. The room was staffed by a mix drones with a sprinkling of grey-clad humans who were engaged on basic maintenance work, all of them being focused on their tasks with an eerie efficiency that sent a shiver down her spine.

They moved quickly, taking positions around the room, their eyes scanning for any sign of Jenny or Karen as they sort out anything resembling the Hive’s command structure. Mil’s heart hammered in her chest as she watched the drones, looking for any hint of the women she had once known. It was like searching for a ghost in a room full of mirrors.

But it was Collin who spotted Jenny and Alwena who spotted Mil.

The former Guardsman froze, his hand hovering over a console. “Boss.” He whispered into his concealed microphone, “I’ve found Jenny.”

Mil’s eyes snapped to where he was indicating. There she was, Jen, her former comrade, her friend. But she looked... different. Her eyes were intent, her movements mechanical. And standing beside her, a drone that looked familiar to Mil.

The Colonel’s voice was tight in her ear. “Keep calm. Don’t engage unless necessary.”

Mil took a step forward, and the drone looked up, its eyes locking onto hers. She saw a flicker of recognition and a smile.

“Mil, darling!” Alwena almost squealed. “What are you doing here?”

Then, as the rest of Mil’s team watched, disbelief writ across their faces, the drone flipped up her visor, pulled Mil’s head down and kissed her ionately, her tongue slipping into Mil’s mouth, her hands roving over Mil’s body, feeling the curves beneath the coveralls.

Mil was so stunned she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was racing with confusion, and she felt a strange mix of emotions, from fear to anger to arousal. It was wrong, she knew it, but she couldn’t deny the thrill of Alwena’s touch.

The Colonel, clearly taken by surprise, his voice a harsh whisper. “What the bloody hell are you doing, Perkins?”

Mil pulled away, her cheeks flushing. “It’s... This is Alwena Pugh, Boss,” She stuttered.

The room had gone silent, all eyes seemed to be on the two of them. The Colonel’s face was a picture of surprise. “Get a grip, Staff Perkins!” He hissed. “This is no time for romance. We have a mission to carry out.”

Alwena stepped back, her smile fading slightly. “I’m so sorry.” She said, her voice a harmonious blend of calmness and human warmth. “Are these your Army friends, Mil? Is there any way I can assist you in your mission?”

Mil took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “We’re looking for friends of ours,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “Do you know where they might be?”

Alwena nodded. “Do you mean Karen and Jenny?”

The Colonel’s sigh was loud and served to demonstrate his level of exasperation.

“Jenny’s over there, Boss.” Collin said, indicating a Drone who had her back to them and was in-putting data into a . “I’d recognise that arse anywhere.”

“And Karen is in the ading power regulation chamber, performing a system check. Would you like me to escort you?” Alwena/TW-07 offered brightly.

The Colonel’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll manage,” he said curtly. “You stay here and don’t do anything to raise an alarm.”

The drone nodded, her eyes never leaving Mil’s. “I’d never do that!” She said sounding hurt. She turned away, her silver body moving with an unsettling grace as she made her way to a vacant workstation.

They found Karen in the chamber, working on another of the ubiquitous consoles, her movements mechanical, her eyes frowning with concentration. Mil felt a pang of confusion at the sight of her friend’s hairless head and naked silver body. The Colonel’s plan was to use a neural disruptor to free the women from the Hive’s control, but Mil couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late.

“Karen?” She called softly as she approached the drone. “It’s me, Mil.”

The drone turned, her eyes focusing on Mil for a brief moment. “Amelia.” She said with a smile, her voice bubbly indicating that she was happy to see them. “But you shouldn’t be here, you know.”

Mil’s hand hovered over the neural disruptor in her pocket. “Karen,” she said, her voice firm, “we need you to come with us.”

But Karen’s eyes hardened. “My designation is TW-14.” She corrected, her tone rather cold. “I am of the Hive. You really shouldn’t be here, this is not a safe area, we don’t normally allow maintenance personnel in here, they might get injured.”

The Colonel stepped forward, his own disruptor in hand. “We have orders to retrieve you,” he said, “if you don’t return with us you are going to be stuck like this for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?”

Karen/TW-14’s head tilted slightly. “I do not wish to leave,” she said. “I am happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”

The Colonel’s expression was grim. “You don’t really believe that,” he said, “we can help you.”

But the drone only shook her head. “There is no help required,” she said before adding, “I am fulfilled.”

The tension in the room grew as the Colonel made the split-second decision to use the neural disruptor. But Mil stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Boss.” She said quietly. “We don’t have the right to force them.”

He looked at her, his eyes flashing with anger. “You are out of order, Staff, these are our people,” he said through gritted teeth. “We can’t just leave them like this.”

“But what if this is what they really want?” Mil asked, her voice filled with doubt. “What if the Hive is offering people something the rest of the world can’t?”

The Colonel raised the hand that held his disruptor, his jaw clenched. Then, after a brief hesitation he sighed and pocketed the device. “We’ll have to find another way.” He said quietly.

They retreated from the power regulation chamber, the weight of their failure heavy on their shoulders. The Colonel’s face was a mask of determination, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. “We’ll regroup.” He said. “We’ll find a way to save them without resorting to brute force.”

But Mil couldn’t shake the image of Alwena’s smile, the feel of her lips on hers. Was it possible that the Hive had found a way to give these women something they’d never had before? Something that other humans couldn’t understand? The more she thought about it the more she wondered just what they had gained that she herself was lacking.

The night was thick with unanswered questions as they made their way back through the facility, their steps echoing in the emptiness of the corridors. Mil couldn’t help but feel that they were still woefully wrong about the Hive.

But they had to keep moving. The mission wasn’t over, the Colonel said so. He remained convinced that they still had to find a way to save not just their people, but all of those who had been taken by the Hive. And if that meant facing the darkest corners of their own natures, then so be it.

We are soldiers, and we’re supposed to fight for humanity, Mil thought, but what if we are wrong about what it truly means to be human?

The Colonel suggested that they try their luck with Jenny, but CSM Travis shook his head. “Do you think that’s a good idea, Boss? She’s going to say exactly the same thing as Karen did.” He questioned, his eyes reflecting a deep concern for their supposedly humanitarian rescue mission.

“You’re probably right, Mr. Travis.” The Colonel itted, his shoulders drooping slightly. The gravity of the situation was etched on their faces as they processed the reality of their friends’ conditions. Yet, hope flickered in the Colonel’s eyes, a hope that maybe, just maybe, they could still retrieve them.

They headed back through the building, retracing their steps through the labyrinth of corridors. The stark contrast of the cold, metallic or plastic surfaces and the warm, lived-in human workers’ tea room was stark, almost jarring. The aroma of strong stewed tea filled the air, a comforting scent amidst the sterile environment.

As they entered the tea room, they had been met by the familiar figure of Len Pugh, who greeted Mil like a member of his family. He handed them steaming mugs of tea, his gesture a silent acknowledgment of their shared struggle. “If you four really want jobs here, I’m sure I can arrange it.” He said, his voice cheerful and warm.

The Colonel took a mug, eyeing Len with curiosity. “How can you be so casual about this after they’ve stolen your daughter?” He said, sipping the tea gratefully despite the bitter taste of their failure.

Len’s smile grew sad. “You get used to it,” he said, his gaze flicking to Alwena, who was visible through a window across the corridor where she appeared busy at something or other. “It’s better than the alternative.”

The Colonel’s eyes followed his, and he nodded slowly. They had to keep fighting, to find a way to save these people, to give them a choice. They couldn’t just accept this new reality without a fight.

“Thank you, Len, you’re a life saver...” Mil said, taking a mug as well. The tea was strong, but it was a welcome warmth in her hands. She took a sip, the taste grounding her, reminding her of the humanity they were supposedly fighting for.

They sat in the tea room, the Colonel’s eyes on the look-out for drones, who rarely entered the room. His mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle. The others followed his lead, drinking their tea in contemplative silence, watching the human maintenance workers engaged on whatever it was that the Hive needed them to do.

It was Rob who broke the silence. “We need to make it look like we’re getting back to work, Sir.” He said very quietly, setting his mug down with a clink. “We can’t let anyone suspect anything.”

Mil nodded, her eyes on Alwena’s retreating form which she’d spotted moving down the corridor they’d just left. “There’s got to be another way.” She said with a firmness she no longer felt, adding. “We’ll think of something that will get them out of here.”

They stood as one, their resolve bolstered by the simple act of sharing a cup of tea. They knew the risks, knew that their mission was far from over. But as they slipped back into the Hive, Mil knew that the battle was lost and that her two colleagues were now as much a part of the Hive as every other drone.

The colonel says that we are in a fight to defend humanity, Mil thought bitterly, but is the Hive really a threat?

The night was long and fraught with tension, but they worked tirelessly, gathering what intel they could and searching for weaknesses in the Hive’s operations. As they did so, Mil realised that she wasn’t the only one who was beginning to question the very nature of the enemy they faced. The drones definitely weren’t monsters but were they lost souls who need to be rescued? She no longer thought so.

Then there was the other question... If the Hive had anything to hide, why were the four of them being ignored and allowed to wander around like this?

The Colonel had made it clear that their mission was to save lives, to protect humanity from the Hive. But Mil couldn’t shake the feeling that they were fighting a war on shifting sands, that the so-called enemy was more complex than anyone had imagined. The drones were not the mindless automatons they were portrayed; they had thoughts, feelings, desires. They had gained something in the Hive that had eluded them in their previous lives. They were still human and it was their humanity that made them so very difficult to counter.

The hours ticked by, the sounds of the night outside the plant a distant memory. They had to move quickly, had to be careful. Eventually Colonel Carter decided that they had seen all that there was to see and they headed back towards the village just as the sun was breaking through the morning overcast. No one had prevented them from entering the complex and no one tried to stop them from leaving even though Mil had the distinct impression that the Hive knew exactly who they were and what they had been doing. They hadn’t been obstructed but every move that they had tried to make seemed to have been countered before they made it. It was almost as if the Hive knew exactly what was going on!

They gathered for breakfast back at the safe house, the Colonel’s face a picture of frustration. “We’ve got to do something.” He said, slamming his fist down on the mess table. “We can’t just sit around and wait for them to make their next move.”

“That, Colonel Carter, is precisely what you are going to do!” It was a sharp woman’s voice that came from the shadows of the corridor outside the mess room.