STAKLER - Controller
This is a series of short stories set in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R games universe.
The Controller:
The secret service's genetic experiments on criminals generated a new type of mutant. A rare mutant seen near to the center of the Zone, it bears a superficial resemblance to a humanoid with a disproportionately sized head and some limbs. Despite their appearance, they are highly intelligent, possess good perception, and the ability to control the behavior of less developed creatures. Mature specimens are capable of taking control of a human's mind.
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Blake was a rookie stalker just arrived to the zone. He immediately set course to the underground bunker almost in the center of the zone, as he knew the best loot was to be found in the most dangerous areas. In the rookie camp at the zone entrance he notices some female stalkers and joined them at the campfire for some time.
Two female stalkers were the only female stalkers in the zone. Usually the military did not allow females into the zone, but the trader alliance was running short on artefacts so they needed more stalkers, and these two were the first one females allowed into the zone.
Blake has learned that they were three in the beginning, but one was missing. Her name was Anastacia and she, like Blake, decided not to waste time and rushed to the center of the zone.
A quest marker appeared on Blake's tablet - "Find Anastacia". As he was moving to the center of the zone, where the quest target was supposedly located, he decided to do this quest.
Blake went around for some time, asking around about the zone, the center of the zone, getting prepared for what he could meet there.
Experienced stalkers told him that he should not go to the centre, as he should get more experience in the zone, but Blake didn't care. He had enough tactical and combat experience that he could handle anything.
***
Some days have passed while he was cautiously travelling to the centre, avoiding roads and popular routes. He had encountered deadly anomalies but managed to bypass them. They were not a danger here. What was dangerous - rogue stalkers, bandits and mutants.
Latter were so dangerous that even experienced stalkers preferred to run if encountered a mutant.
***
Some more days have passed. Blake was now in the underground bunker. Proceeding very slowly and carefully, checking each room and mapping the bunker. He placed mines in strategic locations, placed night cameras in doorways and tunnels, he was going to clean the place out and overtake it completely.
It was the third underground floor when he heard some noise. As always in this situation, his radio and flashlight were turned off and he made all the effort to be silent.
The noise he heard could not have been made by a pro like Blake.
He proceeded in the direction of the noise to reach a large window in a room. As it turned out, it was a one side mirror window, when he could see a room behind it, but in that room there was only a mirror on the wall. A classic interrogation room.
He hid in the control room for some time, researching the panels and paper reports.
Looks like it was a room where scientists put mutants and observed them. There was a door on the left which, according to the plans, led to mutant cells, and a door on the right led to a hallway.
He noticed two people rushing into the room from the left door, a female and a male armed stalkers. The female one looked like the described Anastacia, about 25 years old, medium height, dark brown hair.
Blake observed.
"Ana, close the door, quiclky" - the male stalker whispered, while blake observed as Anastacia reached for the door and just froze in place.
"Ana, what the fuck!"
Then a screeching sound was heard. Shit. the sound was similar to the sound that The Controller makes when uses his mental attack. Blake immediately understood what was going on.
Anastacia was frozen in place as she straightened up and just stood there with her hands down, dropping her rifle.
Blake, to his and the male in the cell terror, observer as a disambigued humanoid figure slowly entered the room. It had a disproportionally large head and was moving very slow.
The male in the cell screamed and ran out of the right door, screaming "Sorry Ana, you are on your own now", while locking the door, sealing the girl with the deadly mutant. Her fate was completely in the hands of the dreaded monster.
Blake felt dreadfully bad about the girl, as usually the controller brutally tortured his victims. Some were lucky to die immediately, others were tortured for days. None survived.
The controller approached Anastacia and stood looking in her eyes. Then he turned his head to Blake, obviously sending his presence behind the mirror window.
"Do not interfere and you will live" - Blake heard in his head. Blake wanted to save Ana from her dreaded future, but this message disabled him completely. The controller was fully aware of him and of his intentions, and now was the worst time to make a move. Blake should wait some time until the controller would be more distracted. Blake could not help Ana right now, he was bound to watch this encounter.
The controller was just standing in the corner of the room, watching Ana.
Ana started to moan. The Controller allowed blake to sense his actions. The Controller was rising Ana's lust to and above maximum. She could not stand still already.
Moaning, with some conscious part she was trying to fight the reality, understanding her predicament.
Anastacia unwillingly removed her armour and protective suit, revealing topless breasts and a small black thong. The thong was removed immediately after, revealing about a week old trimmed pubic hair.
Her clothes dropped on the floor, pussy already leaking juices from the unbelievably strong lust drive forced by the controller. Ana was barely holding on her legs. Controller was not allowing her to pleasure herself, forcing her to look for alternative ways of relieving herself sexually.
In the room there was a table and a chair, those were her first targets. Ana rubbed her pussy on the corner of the table for some time, moaning and gasping, but that was not enough, as the controller has build up even more carnal desire in her weak mind, and jolting Anastacia away from the table, forbidding her to pleasure her pussy. Ana did not know what else she could do, when the controller guided her hand to her ass.
She immediately understood the only way that she could release this immense sexual pressure in her body. Her ass was the only part she could stimulate now. Never done anal before, never even curious about that, she was not furiously fingering herself and gasping. Gradually feeling less and less pleasure from her fingering as the controller raised her pleasure tolerance. She needed more stimulation.
She started adding fingers, up to when she was trying to ram all her fist in her ass, but with no success. She was squealing desperately, trying to force the fist inside, but no matter how much force she applied, she did not succeed.
Then she noticed a hellfire rocket in the corner. It was a standart AGM-114 Hellfire air to surface missile, about 1 meter long and 8 cm in diameter. The rounded end gradually expanded, then the frontal flaps, then some shaft length and rear flaps.
Blake sensed Ana's conscious mind still fighting agains what was happening, and when the rocket appeared in the equation, her mind started to panic, frantically trying to break the chains of the controller's mind grip. The fallic resemblance if the rocket was too obvious, but it was also obvious that the dimensions of the rocket were far exceeding any female sexual capacity.
With squeals and tears in her eyes, Ana walked to the disabled warhead, picked it up and positioned it vertically. Crouched to it and started licking it's dirty rounded end. It was covered in dirt and sand. She cleaned it all and moistened it with her tongue. What was next, raised dread feeling in Blake.
She continued to clean the rounded end, which was about 10 cm long until the flaps flared out of the cylindric shape. Then she continued to clean and lube up the metallic flaps, that extended beyond the diameter of the rocked. Each flap was about 3 cm long and there were 8 flaps.
It was obvious what the controller has planned for Ana. Ana knew it and Blake knew it. Ana sensed Blake and pleaded for help, with tears in her eyes, she almost screamed "help", but Blake could not interfere, in fear of his life. He had to wait till the moment when the controller will distract, then he will just run into the room and shoot the motherfucker in his mutated head.
Blake was full of regret, but he could not help Ana now.
Ana held the rocked upright and stoop up, made a step forward, positioning herself above the rounded end. Then shifting a bit more forward, as reminded by the controlling mind that her pussy was off limits, she touched her pulsating asshole with the cold and thick metal head.
"Shit, she will die if she does this..." - Blake thought, to what he received an answer "Don't underestimate the human body" - a response from the mutant.
Anastacia was whimpering and crying, but humping the warhead rounded end for some time, then she froze in place.
"No, please, not like this" - She whispered, obviously getting a negative answer, she just lowered herself until her buttocks touched the flaps and immediately the room was filled with an agonising ear-piercing scream.
The pain was so severe, that for a split second Ana has broken the mind link and almost risen un, but then just jammed again down as the mutant applied more mental force to her mind.
Ana stood like that for some time, gritting her teeth and grunting, tears flowing from her eyes and her face completely distorted in an agonising pain.
This was the moment when Blake noticed that the controller was distracted by Ana's immense pain and emotions, and professionally choosing the perfect moment, Blake jumped through the cracked window, landing on his legs in the room just next to Ana and immediately putting a perfect shot between the mutant eyes.
The controller dropped dead, drooling his freakish mutant blood, while Ana screamed in agony as she regained consciousness, jumping up from the rocked and dropping sobbing on the floor.
"Anastacia, is that you?" - Blake worried - "Are you okay?"
***
After a few days Blake was still dragging Ana in the direction of the stalker camp. Ana could barely walk on her own, most of the time she was passing out and begging him to fuck her, still in affect of the mutant's strong mind.
Reunited with her buddies, Ana recovered in some days.
No more females were ever allowed in the zone.
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