A Christmas Story
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Mystery, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Harem, Polygamy/Polyamory, Body Modification, Violent,
Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Erotic mind control sci-fi noir pulp action. Ex-cop (and now current slave) Vanessa Sterling is tasked by her Master to infiltrate the Kurva, a large slave-trading ring planetside. Her task? Retrieve one the jewels of his harem, that had been kidnapped.
Christmas was coming, and she's a screamer. It was getting hard to concentrate.
Her name wasn't really Christmas - it was Noelle Etoile. Of course, with a name like that, we couldn't help but start calling her Christmas. There were laws against girls like Christmas; I should know, I used to enforce them.
Grown in cloning chambers, raised in creches, everything about her genes and childhood environment were carefully designed to create a walking wet dream.
She was the newest girl in the household; Master was upstairs, breaking her in. It was something all of us girls went through, but he seemed to be taking more time with her. Not that I was jealous. I wasn't allowed to be.
Speaking of jealousy, my control collar noticed the spike in my emotional state and dialed up code 24525. A giggle escaped my lips as my mind was filled with pink bubbles of bliss, dissolving my envy. That didn't really make it any easier to concentrate.
Then the screaming changed pitch. It went smoothly from pleasure to panic. Dammit, that girl even shrieked sexily. My control collar kicked in again, and another pink bubble popped in my head. At first, I thought it was the code that caused her screaming to fade - but no, I realized it was fading into the distance, outside the house.
Something was dreadfully wrong. The only way to the outside from Master's bedroom was the balcony.
Coming back to my senses, I grabbed my Frekha Arsim JX, scanned it to make sure it was loaded, then ran up the stairs. After years as Master's slave, I was happy that the old police reflexes were still there. I hadn't completely lost my touch. I cursed the terms of my punishment that required me to have these balloonish tits attached to my chest. The worst part was that they were sensitive. Even a single tremor and I was ready to go.
My control collar noticed my resentment and sent out another pink bubble. My snatch started dripping, and I could feel another goofy smile forming on my face. Suddenly, everything was okay - except for the sanctity and safety of Master and the rest of his harem. Then, I finally got to Master's door, and kicked it open, brandishing the Frekha.
Master was on the floor, and the doors to his balcony were shattered. There was blood everywhere. I ran to Master; his chest wasn't moving. I squashed the despair and panic threatening to rise within me.
So I straddled him, and started doing compressions. After a count to thirty, I placed my lips against his and breathed into him. Then I felt his hand reach behind my head and pull me against him. At the same time, I felt his cock stiffen beneath me.
Master always had his slaves dressed for 'easy access' - and I'd been well-trained. I knew what he wanted. So I propped myself up, reached down to grab his cock (still slick from Christmas) and maneuvered it inside me. As Master's cock filled me, I sat up. I kept the Frekha in my other hand, staying ready for any further threats.
To my relief, there were no more pink bubbles; those could have been a fatal distraction. Sometimes the control collar gets in the way of my duties as Master's protector. Unfortunately, my punishment and Master's contract required it to be active. Master said I worry too much about it - I've always come through for him in the past.
So, Frekha in hand, I rode Master on the floor, running through various scenarios in my head. Clearly, Christmas had been kidnapped - stolen, really. They had left Master behind, so he wasn't the target, or at least not the primary target. He was still alive, so they weren't worried about witnesses. The panic I was suppressing started to fade, and I let myself get lost in the sensations of Master's cock thrusting inside me.
Master had finally been ridden to climax, and I was feeling the wave of my own orgasm, when I heard a noise from behind, coming through the bedroom door. I whirled, immediately, pulling the Frekha up for a clear shot.
"Maggie!" Maggie was another of Master's slaves. Master says she and I look like we could be actual sisters. I didn't see it - sure, we both had of big eyes and pouting lips, along with pornographically perky tits (hers, at least, were natural) and rounded asses. But Maggie was a redhead, and my hair was as black as night. And Maggie always had that same vacuous expression on her face that I could only mimic with the pink bubbles.
Speaking of - almost immediately, the control collar - noting I was brandishing a weapon at another member of Master's household - distracted me with another of its pink bubbles. Once it wore off, I grumbled - I wouldn't have pulled the trigger anyway. I recognized it was Maggie as soon as the sights caught the image of her.
"Maggie, you should know better than to sneak up on me!" I growled. "What are you doing here?"
She sniffled. "I just wanted to see if Master was okay."
"He's fine," I snapped. "Now get out of here."
"Don't treat your sister that way." That was Master; his voice was raspy, but he sounded fine. The knots in my chest slowly began to unravel. "Margaret, you may stay."
I bowed my head. "I'm sorry, Master."
"Thank you, Master." Maggie stuck her tongue out at me. There were much better things she could be doing with that tongue. "What happened in here, Master?"
"If Vanessa would be so kind as to get off me," he said, "I will happily tell you both." I shot to my feet, still tense from the day. Master had to clear his throat before I remembered to offer Master my free hand.
After I helped him up (scanning his body for injury - a small head wound was all I saw), Master walked to his closet. As he shrugged into a robe, he turned to Maggie. "Margaret, can't you see Vanessa is tense? Go on and help her relax."
I was impressed at Master's calm composure. He must have had the most cutting-edge of mood circuits. "Vanessa," he said, his voice cutting through my reverie, "sit down on the bed." I was well-trained enough to start following his orders before they registered; the next thing I knew, I was on the bed. "Spread your legs. Margaret is going to ensure you are relaxed."
Maggie was a cipher to me. She was a natural, a Method. She didn't have any mood circuits installed - her servitude was a completely conscious act. I didn't get it. She lowered herself on her knees before me, leaned in, and started licking enthusiastically.
I didn't have any time to dwell on Maggie's cunnilingus skills, as Master immediately began speaking. "As I'm sure you've surmised, Vanessa, Noelle has been kidnapped. It was the Kurva."
My head whipped up towards Master's at that last. The Kurva were the largest flesh-peddling syndicate this side of the colonies. I'd been embedded into the Kurva before this infernal punishment was handed down from on high; deep undercover. Master knew my rantings on how I felt the Kurva were involved. "Vanessa, you know the Kurva better than anyone else in my household. I have need of you to retrieve Noelle for me."
"But, Master..." Maggie's tongue brought me to ecstasy, leaving me unable to complete my thought.
Master knew what I was going to say, anyway. "Yes, Vanessa. I will need to slacken your leash. I believe I have learned how to trust you."
I grinned like a fox. Master may have his ideas, but I also had mine.