The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Malissa pulled her long coat tighter around herself. The night was cold, and hardly helped by the heavy rain. It had smelled like rain when she left her office, but it had smelled like rain from the moment she’d woken up. She’d taken the chance that the forecasters were right, and nothing would actually fall until the following afternoon.

By now, she should have known better than to trust authority.

It was late, later than a time when most decent people walked the streets. Malissa’s city was dangerous at night. You never knew what came out when the shadows were long, and the only illumination strong enough to light up the smoggy atmosphere were the neon signs that hung overhead.

Only bright enough to advertise everything from the staples of life to the most enjoyable sins, they provided no protection from those unconcerned with the dangers that night hid from view.

Malissa felt the smirk spread across her face. A year ago she wouldn’t have risked being out so late, either. The darker it was meant any source of light was that much more dangerous. No one would admit to hearing you scream. Even if “they” were just a myth, the people that made people disappear who were out too late, or walking down the right dark alley, had more power than the people who were supposed to keep the city safe.

Blonde hair stuck wetly to Malissa’s forehead as she turned to look down an alleyway. A year ago she would never have taken the risk. She hadn’t been a rookie to patrolling the streets, but she knew better than to get herself caught up in things that lead to people claiming they never met anyone with your name or description.

She’d seen the pleading looks in the eyes of witnesses who knew nothing the moment authority arrived.

Each one silently screamed “please believe me, I don’t want to remember anything.”

Instead of continuing towards her apartment, Malissa stepped into the alleyway. She was impressed by how quickly everything turned nearly black around her. Dark enough that the only thing anyone would be able to see would be the whites of my eyes, like an old cartoon. Malissa’s smirk grew with the force of her conscious will behind it as she stepped further into the darkness.

Her eyes adjusted slowly, but not too slowly to catch sight of just what she was expecting to see.

A woman walked towards Malissa, but stared right past her. Her eyes were empty, and Malissa imagined that she saw nothing that she hadn’t been programmed to see. Not yet. She could react to something that threatened failure, but it was unlikely she would respond to anything less. She had a mission. No, she had directives. Objectives. Missions were too human a concept for the thing that walked beside Malissa without even glancing in her direction.

The woman’s hair was long, black, and tied back in a braid. I’ve heard stories that the earlier drones didn’t get to keep their hair, but then too many victims noticed. Something looked less human about them. The hair keeps a bit of personality. All they need is a moment. Malissa sighed, watching the woman continue to walk out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk proper.

The long coat the woman wore was similar to Malissa’s own, as were the boots. Disguises. Just because she wasn’t really human any more, not human the way Malissa considered herself human, it didn’t mean she couldn’t use human tricks.

Whoever started this had to be human. Maybe they’re even still in charge. Malissa’s hands tightened into fists before she forced herself to take a deep breath. Some wounds didn’t heal with time. Hers demanded action.

After long enough in the darkness, her eyes adjusted. The alleyway was dark, but it was remarkably clean. There was no discarded refuse, and none of the unfortunates had used this alleyway for shelter. The drone had come from some place close by. Malissa steeled herself as she leaned back against one side of the alley.

If you stay here, you’re going to do something stupid. Incredibly stupid. It’s been over a year. She’s gone. If any part of her still exists, it’s a backup on a server somewhere, and you’ll never find it before there’s no more of you, too. You didn’t quit the force to have it end like this. Malissa’s heart pounded harder in her chest. The sound was almost all she could hear, even over the rain and the distant sounds of cars splashing their way through the standing water.

Adrenalin didn’t so much squirt into her blood, so much as her blood became a conduit for the stuff as it tried to compel a primal reaction to the intellectual danger. Fight or flight. Flee, or lash out.

The opposite side of the alley opened. It looked like merely another part of the wall, but it opened just like a door should have. A drone emerged, with beautiful honey brown hair and blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds only wished they could. They looked as empty and sightless as the previous drone, but as she turned to head towards the sidewalk the door stayed open behind her.

Malissa had no way of knowing how long it would stay open. It could be moments, or minutes. Maybe there would be more drones moving out behind it.

No one has ever gone into a hive and come back out. No one. If you go in there, you will not be no one, you will becomeno one. Time slowed down as Malissa tried desperately to convince herself to do anything but what she knew she was going to do. It was pointless, but necessary. Seconds took hours to play out behind her trembling brown eyes, before she swallowed her pride, and pushed off of the wall behind her.

Mimicking the stiff, mechanical walk of the previous drones, Malissa stepped into the open door.

It slammed shut behind her.

Malissa grinned as she slid into her patrol car. “Karen, you need to stop eating doughnuts. At least while we’re on duty. It makes all of us look like cartoon stereotypes.”

“Some stereotypes exist because glaze is delicious, and somehow my metabolism makes it hard for me to gain weight. You’d eat ’em too if they all wouldn’t go right to that ass of yours. Maybe find a way to get some of that to go a bit north and-hey!” Karen whined as Malissa stole a doughnut from her bag, and began to chomp down before turning the key in the ignition. “But you said—”

“I say a lot of things, partner. Right now I’m saying if you mind me having some, you can get out and walk.” Malissa winked, and began driving down the street. It was overcast, but bright with the cloud filtered sunlight from above.

The weatherman had said it wouldn’t rain until the next morning, so Malissa left her umbrella at home.

People milled along the streets, keeping to themselves. That was all the blonde could hope for. She wanted to finish her snack before anything went wrong. Then if the world wanted, it could help her red pigtailed, freckled, pale-as-a-sheet partner notice whatever illicit acts were occurring.

“Say, I know your family lives on the other side of the country. If you want, you can have Thanksgiving with mine. We’re kindof a big family, but there’s always room for more. At least, if you can put up with my uncle’s laughs. With how loud he does you’d think he was in a contest for ‘most gregarious family member’ or something.” Karen smiled as she nibbled daintily at another doughnut.

How Karen was able to make eating a common snack look almost dignified was a constant confusion source of confusion for her partner. She assumed it had something to do with the way she stuck out her pinkie with each bite, or how adorable she was in general.

There had been a time when Malissa had been worried to be assigned such a diminutive partner, but that had long since passed. She could hold her own as well as anyone on the force.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that. You know I’m not a big fan of that sort of thing, but I’d hate to think of you suffering through it all alone.” Malissa winked again as she finished the doughnut with one big bite.

Karen rolled her eyes, sucking bits of melted glaze from her fingers in a way Malissa might have called flirty if it was anyone else. “Oh no, how will I possibly survive a well cooked meal and people who are so proud of me. I don’t think I could possibly return to the job without my partner for back up. I think that’s a code-shit!”

Malissa reached out and turned on the car’s siren. It was amazing how quickly the streets cleared. No one wanted to see anything.

“Pull in there, I’ll engage! You call in for some backup! I think this could be the breakthrough we need on those disappearances!” Karen looked ready to jump out of the car en route. Part of the reason Malissa valued her partner was how energetic she was.

She cared.

“Got it! Be careful, Karen! I don’t think your family would appreciate it if I showed up to dinner without you!” Malissa tried to say it with some amount of brevity, but the intensity of the moment was too much.

Karen nodded, and the moment that Malissa parked, Karen was out the door and running into the alleyway where they’d seen the two women dragging a third.

By the time backup came, Karen was gone.

The inside of the building was industrial, like some sort of factory. A low droning hum filled the air. Only that, and the sound of echoing footsteps reverberated off of the steel walls of the facility. Malissa took a deep breath, and continued her way deeper.

She didn’t know what to do. She’d dreamed of an opportunity like this for so long, but she’d never had a solid plan.

All this time, and you never actually worked out a good idea for what to do when you got your opportunity. The door closed behind you. There’s no way they won’t notice the door opening back up, if you even can make it open. Malissa walked further, seeing the hallway branch off into many different paths. The drones before didn’t notice you. Just act like you belong. It’s just like undercover work. Good thing you never worked undercover.

Drones approached her hallway. If not for the neutral expression, and that they all walked with the same identical, deliberate pace, Malissa might have been fooled into thinking they were otherwise. The other detail that would likely have tipped her off was the way they were dressed. Malissa could imagine a few women in a fetish club enjoying the look, but not so many.

They all wore white, translucent leotards that clung to their bodies like a second skin, and thigh high boots. Malissa found herself amazed to note that the boots were flats.

Anyone who wanted to keep this many women dressed like sex toys actually caring about being sensible? She shook her head, and then stiffened before continuing further. Each branching path looked like it lead to more of the same: women moving in the same terrifyingly precise rhythm and seeming to care about nothing.

It dizzied Malissa to imagine what anyone would need with so many drones. How had that many women gone missing without the facility being found, and raided?

You know the answer to that. It’s why you quit the force. Don’t get stupid on me now. The only way we’re getting out of this is to by being smart.

She hadn’t been walking for long when she came to a group of women who weren’t traveling from one part of the facility to another. They all stood in front of terminals, their hands moving at inhuman speeds across keyboards. She wondered if they still had their original hands, or if carpal tunnel had you ‘repurposed’ for another task.

All of them stared so blankly, so helplessly ahead. The terminals in front of them flashed quick patterns of dizzying light, and Malissa found herself stepping closer as she watched the lights flicker across their faces. There was enough individuality in each of the drones to show some hint of the women they had been before, and to show how little it mattered. The color of their hair, their eyes, and their skin… tattoos… none of it mattered.

They were all identical components to the larger machine they served.

Their faces are all so… slack… It’s like they’re off in another world, just watching the screens… so complacent as the light just flashes… and flashes… and flashes… Malissa sighed, slackening herself as she almost moved close enough that if she reached out an arm she could touch one of the drones’ shoulders.

She didn’t of course. She just watched the way the light flickered a blonde’s empty brown eyes. It wasn’t just white, the longer that she stared. It shifted colors subtly, but gorgeously. It was like a rainbow was swirling its way from the screen through the woman’s eyes.

Malissa’s breath caught in her throat. She’d never seen anything so beautiful before. It was like watching a sunset, only it felt like the sunset cared. It felt like the sunset wanted her to watch.

All she would have to do is keep watching. Just a little bit longer. Then everything would be easier. Forever. She’d never need to worry about her missing partner again.

Malissa trembled.

“Karen . . .”

It was a whisper too quiet for anyone else to hear, but it was enough to make Malissa realize what she’d been doing. She might have been smart enough to resist the temptation to stare directly at one of the flashing screens, but she hadn’t avoided the light altogether. She shook her head to clear it, and turned to walk away from the blonde drone. She tried to tell herself she didn’t see the blonde’s thighs tightening.

She tried to tell herself the scent in the air was not of arousal, and certainly none of it was her own.

Malissa’s eyes felt fuzzy, as if something warm were pulsing right behind them. She tried to focus her eyes, but found it difficult. The facility was well lit, but even that seemed somehow wrong. Her fingers tingled. She needed to find some place to hide and regain herself before exploring deeper.

Accessing a terminal seemed out of the question.

Supposing Karen is even here, supposing I could recognize her… I’ll need to find her the old fashioned way, and drag her out. I’m sure that’s inconspicuous. The drones still hadn’t reacted to her presence, and continued to walk beside her as she moved through the facility.

It seemed impossible to hope they weren’t programmed to deal with intruders. Could a facility of so many women really have no way to be ready for someone unexpected to arrive?

Even with the authorities looking the other way, it felt like that was too big a hole.

She turned another corner, and her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure what she expected to find, after seeing the drones in their “native habitat” dressed for a fetish club, but this made their uniforms seem chaste.

The wall was lined with small chambers, only big enough for a woman to fit neatly within. Each chamber was filled, each woman’s arms trapped in place with metal cuffs. In front of them, a cage of metal bars seemed there only half to keep them in, and half employed to hold a screen in front of their faces, and connected to the wires that extended all across their bodies. Notably, a pair of wires went into their ears, and between their legs.

None of them were trying to escape. None of the women cried out or moaned. None of them struggled. At most, their lips twitched and their eyes fluttered as light shined over them.

The dull hum was louder the closer Malissa moved to the chamber. There were at least twenty, no, thirty women in those small chambers. She could only guess what was being done to them, and the thought made her quiver. They’re all being… conditioned? Programmed… Adapted…

She thought of the cute brown eyed blonde, her lips trembling as she typed seemingly without thought into her terminal. Did she spend time every day in one of those chambers, different lights shining into her eyes? The women seemed to be at rest, bodies lax as wires ended in so many sensitive places. Malissa wondered what could need so many connections, but determined that she didn’t want to know.

Malissa fought the instincts that begged her to break open those cages and pull the wires free. How would they react? No one had reacted so far. Maybe they really did have no security. Malissa dared to hope, as she began to approach one of the cages. This time, she didn’t let herself look to the face of the dark skinned woman she approached. Instead she focused on the wires, and the cage they came from, hoping for some sign of weakness.

As she reached out a hand to grasp the cage, to try giving it a shake, a drone approached her. This one wore blue instead of white, with sleeves that started midway down her bicep and flared out before her wrists. Her eyes didn’t look glassy and empty. Instead, they looked hyper focused.

“You have not been formatted.” The drone’s voice was amused. It was hard to call the woman a drone at all. Even her hair seemed to be styled in an authoritative bun which seemed to compliment her unmistakably Asian features. “You will be reformatted.”

“Don’t think I’m compatible with your operating system, sorry!” Malissa shoved the blue clad drone away, and found herself stumbling as she tried to move back towards the connecting hallway. Her limbs felt too heavy. They’d been fine before, or fine enough for her to move closer to the caged women. Suddenly they were made of cement, and her joints felt like they’d begun to seal in place.

Each step took so much extra effort. It was hard not to match the droning hum that filled the air. Moving faster felt awkward and uneven. She almost fell flat on her face before letting herself lean against a wall.

A drone dressed in white approached her, only to move right past her again. Her shoulder almost brushed Malissa’s, but she showed no realization of the warmth or the near friction.

The woman in blue was nowhere to be seen. Either she had given up the pursuit, or was not programmed to follow Malissa further than she had. No other women in blue came to take her place in the pursuit.

Emboldened, Malissa pushed off of the wall and struggled to pick up her pace. Either she needed to find a way out, or find some way to find Karen. Every corner looked the same. Every wall was identical. The facility was amazingly uniform. It was hard to remember which turns she had taken. She cursed herself, wishing she’d taken notes. She wondered if her phone in her pocket could save her, and only barely restrained the laugh as she half limped further from where she came.

The dull hum grew louder again, and Malissa found that as she matched it, it became so much easier to move. It was easier to do everything if she fell in line with the low, droning hum that vibrated through every surface.

It’s like it’s vibrating my skull… my brain… my… my… Malissa’s eyes widened, but she realized that they were still hooded. She’d almost let them fall closed, walking in perfect step with the dull hum. She wasn’t even sure which direction she was taking anymore. Her body had known for a fleeting few moments which way she should be going, and it seemed that was where she had gone. More than that was hard to remember.

The dull hum was ever the same, but it felt like it was ever moving forward. Going back meant pushing against the force of it, vibrating and penetrating its way through her skull.

She could feel it in her bones. That vibration filled each joint, making them only want to bend and unbend in time with the hum. It became easier and easier to take a more natural pace. It was harder to look around her, but she would have only seen more and more of the same.

Malissa was in far too deep to see a way out.

“You will be formatted.” Another woman in blue stepped infront of Malissa and grabbed her shoulders. She had green eyes that looked like they should be shining and flashing with light. Malissa’s breath caught as she tried to pull away, but found herself moving with the other woman’s gasp. “You will not resist.”

“I will be formatted…” Malissa droned after the woman in blue. Something about the words felt easier than anything else she could will her mouth to do. It was unfair. Those words were wrong. She knew that she couldn’t allow it to happen, but there was little else she could do.

Every pair of scissoring legs in the whole facility kept pace with that dull hum. Every synapse fired in that same rhythm. Malissa’s felt misaligned, but moving closer to that oneness was all that kept her upright.

She gritted her teeth, and felt softer with each moment.

The hands holding her shoulders didn’t feel particularly strong. She’d wrestled people twice the woman’s size down to the ground. Multiple times. But here, now…

I feel weaker than a child. I try to move my feet backwards and they just… no… side… no… I can’t… stop… I want to… stop…

The green eyed woman sighed, and slowly shook her head. “You will be formatted.”

“I will be… I will be…”

It took every ounce of Malissa’s will to trap herself in the loop instead of finishing that sentence. Her nipples hummed with the dull hum. Her toes wanted to curl even as she took each identical step. All of this was wrong. She was supposed to be trying to stop all of this, to save Karen.

Becoming a victim was for other people.

“You will understand when you have been formatted. Your current mindset is incompatible. Don’t worry.” The woman smiled. Her rhythm was the same as the dull ache between Malissa’s legs, or the pulsing that reverberated through her skull. The most lucid women in the facility were still strapped to that pulse just like everyone else. Her task had set her after Malissa, but so little else seemed to make her different. “The upgrade is free.”

Malissa had been too distracted to realize that she was standing in front of a peculiar indent in the wall. Before she could regain the fire her struggle held, the green eyed woman shoved her back into the indent and a small computer chip was pressed into the back of her neck. Its contacts stabbed deeper.

Her mouth opened to scream, but the gold from the chip was already twining with her nervous system. Have to… have to… fight it… fight it for… for… Karen…

She expected to be filled with commands that she could struggle against obeying. She hadn’t expected a glut of more and more information pouring into her head. She imagined them as ones and zeroes, but it felt like raw blankness written over every time she tried to form a coherent thought. Each time she tried to push past, to move out of the alcove, or to reach back for the chip, a heavy block of blankness was pushed into her mind instead.

There was only so much room in her head. Only so much RAM to fill before she was more blank than struggle.

I’m sorry, Karen… s-sorry… I… I’m… s… I’m…?

Lust stained her panties as the dull hum throbbed through her body, and Malissa fell into a sleep like state with wide open eyes.

Malissa’s hand raised off of her badge, her gun, and a pair of handcuffs she had placed onto the chief’s desk. No one tried to stop her as she made her way out of the station. Lyta, the officer that Malissa had hoped would be her partner instead of Karen, mouthed a silent apology. Malissa didn’t stop her stride, but she did nod in acceptance.

She couldn’t blame the chief, not really. There had been no solid evidence to explain, much less connect the disappearances. Even if they were on the rise, and Malissa spending every moment she could hunting for leads, there were no witnesses. There was no trail. It didn’t happen in good neighborhoods. No one important was missing.

She wanted to take things into her own hands, but if she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t stay on the force.

Malissa had no clue what to tell Karen’s family. Would her loud uncle still be able to laugh, or would he be one of the people who tried to pretend there was no missing Karen?

The drive home was longer than it should have been. Somehow she kept missing the final turn, and made laps around her block again and again. She hoped to see some glimpse of something in a shadow, some idea of what was going wrong.

It wouldn’t be a year until she was out of money, out of daytime leads, and finally foolish enough to venture into the night.

She never thought the rumors could be true. It seemed too obvious. Alleyways. Late nights. People no one would miss. People that wouldn’t draw too much suspicion. Karen had been pretty, and a cop, but that was all.

Taking a cop was a more aggressive move, but she was hardly the mayor’s daughter. The force, and her family, had been happy to write it all off.

Malissa couldn’t.

Malissa wouldn’t.

That was why she had gold tines twined with her spine.

“Wake up, Malissa. You’ve been formatted. You should be compatible with the truth, now.” A red headed woman stood in front of Malissa, with cute freckles dotting her face and her hair pulled back in a pair of adorable pigtails. She smiled. Her lithe, small body was dressed in a purple bodysuit that showed off her pale nipples and the shaven, flushed lips of her sex that the leotard held like a second skin. Malissa felt drunk. Her arms were bound at her sides. It was easier to look over the other woman and try puzzling her out than to respond.

The redhead sighed in understanding, and stroked Malissa’s cheek.

“It’s okay. You don’t have all of your protocols installed. Not yet. Let me take you to a terminal, so you can do more than listen. You’ve been waiting too long for this, after all. The Machine has been watching you. Your opportunity tonight was not an accident.” Malissa nodded along with the redhead who took her hands, and lead her through the facility.

Malissa was naked now. When she’d left the house, she’d had an unruly thatch between her legs. That was gone now, too. Nothing hid her visible arousal. Each step she took in time with the hum made her clit pulse. Her nipples throbbed, already so stiff.

Each moment was a gentle eternity of pleasure that never overwhelmed. Somehow the next moment always felt like it would be more. Her mind felt empty, and each step filled it up with something new. I wonder if I fill all of my mind up with just walking they’ll need to format me again… step… step… step… never thinking again…

“Before when you were near the terminals, you didn’t have the hardware to interpret the stimulus. You couldn’t properly interface with The Machine. Here.” The pigtailed woman guided Malissa to an empty terminal, and tapped the spacebar.

Light flashed over Malissa’s face. At first all she could do was moan. It flashed in a complimentary rhythm to the low dull hum. It was faster, hitting between the ebb and flow of the hum and on each perfect note of the hum itself, but it didn’t feel jarring. It was the next layer of The Machine. She had been formatted not to understand this, but to be open to it.

Gold wires imbedded deep in her body interpreted the signals. Her pussy dampened as her hands fell onto the keyboard.

Name… Malissa Tillman… Occupation… None… Age… 32… No existing health conditions…

The mind Malissa had spent thirty two years learning how to use could barely keep up with how fast her fingers moved as they accessed the information directly from her brain. She could just surrender, and let it flow as the flashing lights interacted with the chip on the back of her neck.

She was just a piece of hardware, formatted to obey the impulses.

Her clit pulsed, and her thighs grew that much slicker.

“It’s ingenious, once you get to see how it works. The way that this tech taps into the brain, learns to read it, and write to it, is really amazing. Everything goes back to the core directive, of course. But you probably haven’t been able to consciously hear it yet. That’s fine. It took me a long time, but I have an older chipset.” The pigtailed girl sighed, moving behind Malissa to stroke along her back in an almost tender way before allowing herself a tight squeeze of Malissa’s ass. Every touch still matched the hum’s rhythm. “You new girls don’t know how lucky you are.”

Malissa wasn’t sure that she knew anything at all. She felt like an old computer, resources too busy obeying the task of her hands for her to be able to access her own memories and understandings. Whatever was happening, she was in the back seat. Somehow she knew that before the chip, that wouldn’t make her feel like cumming.

Her toes curled against the hard steel floor as her ass pressed back into the pigtailed woman’s hands.

“We get upgrades, sure, but it isn’t the same. Once you’ve been converted, you’ve got certain sockets, certain holes. Some things get burned out of you. Some things can be relearned, but some things a Component can’t regrow. We’re always getting better, but the best way to make sure a new Component is optimal is to make sure it has the newest hardware.” The pigtailed girl stroked between Malissa’s legs, expertly rubbing her clit in time with her typing.

Everything obeyed the same central logic.

Everything was wrapped up in the same truth.

Malissa typed faster as she surrendered up every password, her social security number, her birthday, and all of the family members she could remember. The lights flashed across her face, and her dull expression showed no understanding of the characters on the screen. They weren’t the ones that she was typing. The screen wasn’t for her to see, and she knew it.

The screen was for programming. If she made a typo, the chip would correct her. I’m a Component in The Machine.

Malissa moaned as the woman’s fingers moved quicker, and she found herself grinding into the touch between each panting breath. “Usually the conversion process isn’t overseen by a Component like me, but you’ve got very fancy new tech. The Machine needs to make sure it works.” Fingers pinched her clit, and Malissa’s eyes crossed. The terminal interacted with her chip, and the light changed to compensate. “I’ve been hoping that you would be the first to receive the latest model.”

As she typed in the name of the chief, her kindergarten teacher, and the foods she remembered hating as a child, the light changed. All of the information it wanted had been extracted. The chip couldn’t read her mind, but it didn’t have to.

She quickly found herself typing letters and numbers that felt like nonsense. Pleasure rewarded her for each keypress every bit as much as it did for each moment of the woman’s fingers. It’s… teaching me… calibrating the chip… calibrating me… New… programming… yesss… I… understand… teach… me…

Malissa came, but that didn’t slow the movements of her fingers. It didn’t stop her from typing in response to the lights. The pleasure the other woman was giving her had been factored in to the programming. Her new protocols were initiating perfectly.

“I’ve missed you, Malissa. I knew that you would make a great daemon, but The Machine wasn’t ready to format you. It knew you would need more flexible tech to function optimally.” Malissa came again, unsure if it was more the lights, or the fingers deep inside of her. “You would need specific protocols. Otherwise, the formatting of this Component would have caused you to rebel, and be useless as anything but a drone. I didn’t want you to be a drone.”

Karen… Malissa came again, because the chip told her to cum. She came again, because the lights told her that was what her body was supposed to do.

“Your body is an impressive piece of hardware. The Machine is lucky to have it, as much as it’s lucky to have your mind.”

Malissa moaned. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing in front of a terminal, or when she’d moved to where she was now. Two women wearing white on either side of her were dressing her in a purple leotard. She’d always liked the color purple. It was powerful. Sexy.

She felt powerful and sexy.

She was part of The Machine.

“Don’t worry about losing periods of time. When The Machine knows you’d gain no benefit from being conscious, it can switch you to a low power mode. It conserves resources. It also helps to install updates.” Karen sounded so cheerful. It wasn’t a mechanical cheerful either. It made Malissa expect to see her begin devouring a glazed donut.

Like… being asleep… but… A happy machine… No… A happy Component…

Malissa clenched her thighs with a weary moan. The leotard felt so good around her sex. It would mean Karen couldn’t easily access her body again, but somehow she imagined that wasn’t necessary.

With the right protocol, a kiss to her lips would have her chip triggering the right synapses in her brain. She’d form new neural connections, and fall in line with what the chip instructed.

Her chip was a tiny piece of The Machine that made her one of its Components.

“I am part of The Machine…”

Karen’s eyes sparkled, and her hands roamed over Malissa’s clothed breasts before giving them a tender squeeze. “Oooh. Yes. You’re making wonderful progress. The Machine makes everything better. I knew you would be a high functioning Component like I am.”

Malissa’s body pressed into Karen’s touches, even if she still felt too detached from herself to do so of her own volition. She wondered if she had any volition of her own anymore.

If she was a part of The Machine, and The Machine willed something, didn’t that mean that she did, too?

The dull hum pulsed through Karen’s touch a she stroked between Malissa’s legs. It was almost a mantra, rubbing into her, rubbing through her. Malissa had never felt so wet when she’d had a will outside of The Machine.

Some mechanical components benefit from lubrication… but I’m not a moving part… not like a fan or a door. I’m a… A processor…? An optical drive…? Malissa moaned and returned Karen’s kiss.

Metaphors were beyond her. She was still grasping hold of the protocols that let her speak without the chip telling her to. Weaving the English language into anything artistic would take more training. She couldn’t just remember how Malissa did it. She had to learn how a Component did it. Those were very different things.

“You’ll love being a high functioning Component, Malissa. We still obey The Machine, even more than the drones. They get to be switched off all the time. They’re never utilizing their brains for anything but processing simple commands. We solve problems.” Karen rubbed her body against Malissa, who found herself grinding back in counterpoint.

Components didn’t fuck like women fucked. There was no trying to find the right place to put her hands, no wondering what to do next. One body grinded, the other grinded back. Hands found where they had been optimized to go. They squeezed and kneaded and strokes over leotard clad flesh that received the perfect amount of pleasure. There were no clumsy moments. It wasn’t art.

It was science.

“The Machine is a beautiful thing, Malissa. We’re learning more and more every day. We don’t need to sleep. That helps.” Karen sighed, pressing her hips tighter to Malissa’s before a thigh slid between her once partner’s.

Soon the two were rubbing along each other’s thighs, lips finding each other’s necks in a pattern that had been written years ago. Malissa found herself swooning at the perfection. She’d never found sex so effortless while still being so rewarding. She couldn’t remember sex from before becoming a Component, but her programming assured her it had been something so much less pleasant.

“We obey the core directive… We spread the will of The Machine… We’re going to convert the world, Malissa. I want to do it with you. I want to make the world a paradise where we’re all components in the same machine… together… with… you!” Karen and Malissa came together, their bodies not skipping a beat.

The hum etched itself deeper and deeper inside of Malissa as afterglow pulsed over her skin. Words that Karen said reverberated with it, as though along a similar frequency.

“O-obey… The core… directive… The hum… That made it so I couldn’t resist... Obey… Obey… Obey…” Malissa found herself chanting with it as the hum stopped being merely a sound. Her chip read the vibrations from her ear, and translated it into the most perfect mantra that Malissa had ever heard in her life.

“That’s right… Oh, the new chips really are amazing! You’ve already begun to understand...” Karen smiled as she stroked fingers over Malissa’s nipples. “All of the parts of my brain that can be are full of schematics and algorithms. I didn’t even know how to really use a computer before The Machine formatted me. I work with other such Components from all over the world. It’s so… invigorating.”

Malissa was jealous before the truth that The Machine would have a similar use for her. Otherwise she would be in the blue of a firewall component or the white of a drone.

Instead, she was a daemon dressed in purple.

“It’ll take a few weeks to have your programming fully initialized, but once that’s done you’ll be fulfilling your task. The Machine has determined that you will help with restructuring security and recruitment. All of the information gathering you’ve performed will be helpful.”

Karen’s eyes didn’t leave Malissa’s as she stroked the hair out of her face. The Machine left their hair the way it was when they were formatted. Malissa didn’t know why, but she didn’t worry, either. The Machine would tell her what she needed to know. The Machine would give her a purpose, just as it had given her back Karen.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she found the protocols to wrap her arms around Karen and pull her tighter. “I love you.”

Karen stiffened for a moment, surprised, before her eyes went distant and glassy. Before long her eyes blinked, and she kissed Malissa’s ear before whispering inside. “I love you, too.”

I owe a lot to some of the usual suspects for my work, not least of which would be trilby else, Tabico, and thrall. Hive, Rouge, and thrall’s Tenpack of Trixies (no longer on the archive but available on amazon) are what defined the hive genre for me. More recently, Tabico and Uzubono’s CORE series would be hard to deny as an influence. Hopefully there’s enough new here that my influences shine through as opposed to dominate.

And a small turn of phrase is hidden in there owed to 8-bit. Find it and win a prize!

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