The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So what do we do?” asked Bree as she looked around at the group assembled around her, trying very hard to that she was supposed to be a second in command and not ogle all the gorgeous ladies seated around the Officer’s table. Sam and the Chiefs’ return from N-Thrall marked an important crossroads for the crew of the Perseus. Do they get into bed with Vivian Cloud? Or try to go their own path? Note to self: Don’t think about getting into bed with Vivian Cloud, especially when thinking about Sam’s first meeting with her…

“Obviously this is something we need to do regardless of whether we like it or not,” said Tuo Yung, the Chief Security Officer, someone who Bree didn’t expect to be on board with helping a spoiled CEO get her sex robot back… A sexoid, and in female form according to Sam’s report. Bree couldn’t help but fantasize about the implications of that, not to mention the new shoes they were supposed to wear… Possible evil CEO or not, Bree really liked Miss Cloud’s style.

“I am certainly leaning toward it…” Sam said, the impressive blonde sitting straight backed in her Captain’s chair at the head of their table, Bree at her right hand trying not to let her gaze slide down to her equally impressive bust in profile. Nor down to the new heels she was wearing. Sam insisted on being the first to test out the heels to make sure that Vivian’s tech did what she said it did, but after watching Captain Stargazer walk down the halls in the high, magnetic heels that had her hips rolling…well Bree was already convinced that making them regulation would be a great choice! “But I want to get your perspectives before committing to going and running errands for someone who might not be fully onboard with our mission here. She tried to hypnotize me three times during our meeting. Did anyone else notice anything…suspicious?”

“The gynoids were very chatty with us,” Regalia Pope, the gorgeous Saticite said in her regal, flowy tone. Bree found herself squeezing her thighs together reflexively as the Chief Researcher spoke. She’d taken an anti-pheromone pill earlier to keep from being affected Miss Pope’s natural allure, but what was a poor lesbian to do when confronted with an alien species evolved to look as attractive as possible at all times? Not to mention one who could shapeshift at will. Today she looked sort of like a sexy librarian, with long brown hair tied up in a bun, and round glasses covering sharp, intelligent brown eyes. Maybe she was going for professional but a Salicite body was good for one profession above all others… “They weren’t very well programmed though, at least not compared to true AI. Limited speech, and some strange glitch with their eyes, but they seemed to be tasked with keeping us occupied while you met with Miss Cloud. Aside from the glitches they were very helpful in providing some useful information about what sort of things Sub-Tech offered that we might need in the future…” Regalia paused for a moment and seemed to be searching her memory. “I don’t think they tried anything, but subliminal messages aren’t my area of expertise.” Regalia turned toward Andromeda, who looked like she was off in another world thinking about something else.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I didn’t notice anything amiss either.” Was that a faint blush on the pale woman’s cheeks? Bree wasn’t just imagining that right? “The gynoids were impressively constructed…” Bree bet they were… “but poorly programmed. Just typical service type robots who just wanted to sell us…things.” That was DEFINITELY a blush! Come on, was no one else seeing this?

“Hehe oh I bought something from them alright…” Dr. Potts giggled, the blonde doctor with the breathy voice and penchant for exposing her massive cleavage sounded like a total ditz, but Bree knew from her time with Sexi that Dr. Potts was a genius chemist. Though her insistence that everyone call her “Honey” was certain to clash with Sam’s strict, no-nonsense policies. “Did you know they sell sex toys?” Honey asked, licking her lips slowly. Now Bree was the one blushing!

“Excuse me?” Sam stood from her seat, and suddenly the table went quiet. All eyes seemed to lock onto Captain Stargazer, wondering what she would do. “Okay, no…” Sam sighed, putting her hand to her forehead as though to stave off a headache.

“Oh Captain, surely you know how hard it is…hehe, to go for sooo long in space with no one to, mmm keep a girl company? We’re all adults here aren’t we?” Honey purred, making Bree’s blush deepen along with her breathing. Bree DEFINITELY knew all about going for extended periods of time without something to…alleviate certain needs. Sexi was a remarkable partner, but even with her…help Bree still found herself suffering from hot, wet dreams that left her waking up in a sticky mess in bed with her memory of their contents slowly fading. She was sure that Sam featured heavily in them though, her and Sexi together…

“I’m aware of basic biology yes…” Sam said, her voice dangerously cold. “Are you aware of the basic psychology of behavior cycles? The more time you spend indulging in sexual activity the more apt you’ll be to return to those activities, especially if you’re rewarding your body. No sex toys aboard my ship. Deal with your biological needs with ship leave, and if that isn’t enough take a pill or something to calm yourself down.” Bree bit her lip nervously, Sam hadn’t outright banned crew getting together for some…dalliance, but it was hard to see her accepting even basic fraternization. The problem was that Sam thought of herself as a sexually average person in of basic needs and didn’t know that Bree had been taking advantage of her body for years with hypnosis and some clever ways around her stubborn barriers… Sam’s point of reference for how long someone could go without sex and not be distracted was well out of tune with the average person…but Bree couldn’t exactly share this information!

“Hmm, a pill that affects libido…” Dr. Potts seemed to be taking this all rather well, smiling happily to herself as a new idea seemed to take hold in her mind. “Interesting…”

“Right,” Sam said, sitting back down again, “Well if that’s understood then have Miss Yung take the…contraband away and let’s get back to it.” Her voice was so sexy when she was giving orders… The beautiful Oriental woman didn’t look too comfortable about taking away Dr. Potts’ sex toy, but then again who would? At least Bree got to see a look on her face other than stern… Uh oh, no one was talking. Bree looked around at the 4 other women to see if someone would pick up where the Captain left off, but no one seemed to want to speak first.

“Uh,” Bree cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to her. Oh, this was kinda embarrassing, but also sexy? Did Bree have an exhibitionist trait to her? “You said that Miss Cloud tried to hypnotize you three times…and you suspect her motives for getting back the sexoid aren’t exactly pure right? What if she’s just using us and plans on…discarding us at the first chance she gets?” Bree asked, trying to break the silence with SOMETHING.

“I don’t think Miss Cloud would do that,” Regalia said quickly, followed immediately by Tuo.

“That strikes me as unlikely.”

“I think we can trust Miss Cloud,” Andromeda agreed, with Honey Potts, ohhh THAT’S why she wanted to be called Honey, giggling in agreement. The four Chiefs were all rather quick to trust Vivian, but then again the only thing that happened to them was a shopping trip at the biggest corporation in the galaxy, Sam seemed to be the only one who was targeted.

“While I don’t think we should fully trust Vivian,” Sam started, speaking carefully as she seemed to effortlessly project authority, “I do think her attempts on me were more to explore her curiosity than any actual malice. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I wasn’t immune to hypnosis, and I don’t think I even want to know, but the fact that she separated me from all of you and only went after me, the one person she was told could not be affected by her tricks does mean something.” Bree nodded, if Vivian were trying to take control of the Perseus or influence the mission, the best way to go about it would’ve been to target the Chiefs, not the supposedly hypnosis immune Captain. The problem was that Sam was NOT immune to hypnosis, not by any means… She had some weird hang ups that you couldn’t bulldoze through, but getting around them wasn’t an issue, as Bree herself had done many times before. They’d gotten REALLY lucky here! Bree might need to think about how to protect Sam a bit more, especially if everyone in this galaxy was as cavalier ing hypnotic techniques as Miss Cloud was…or maybe she could just let things play out naturally, perhaps even coerce Sam into doing something dangerous and hypnotic, just to watch her fall under the control of some ne’er-do-well… Wow, why did that sound so hot?

“What about Miss Cloud’s…gift?” Andromeda asked, her eyes moving down as though to look at Sam’s feet through the table.

“The shoes?” Sam lifted one long, incredibly long and toned leg, revealing the high-tech high heel adorning her foot. Damn she was flexible! “They work surprisingly well, I’m loathe to it…” Sam said, frowning at the sexy shoe. “It has a subtle way of auto-balancing me when I move around, I don’t even notice it’s happening unless I’m paying attention. It’s harder to fall over when I’m wearing them, and I can confirm that the magnetic function works very well. I wouldn’t recommend trying to walk on walls or the ceiling, but in a low to no gravity environment these shoes are going to be very useful.” Bree noted that the “auto-balancing” had a tendency to make Sam’s hips rock and sway almost hypnotically. The fact that this happened without Sam even noticing was kinda hot…

“So we’ll be bringing these out to the rest of the crew?” Andromeda asked, sounding a little eager. “I’d love to take one apart and see how it works…”

“I’d like to know how well they handle a fight before I just replace good combat boots…” Tuo grumbled, folding her arms under her chest. “Still don’t understand why we’re supposed to wear hooker heels when high tech boots could do all the same things without the added sex appeal.”

“Miss Cloud is very…eccentric,” Sam said quietly, lowering her leg and sitting back up straight. “As I said before, she met with me in a bedroom dressed in lingerie. Her tech works wonders, I can’t deny that, but if we use it we’re going to have to put up with her…design choices.” Bree would happily put up with any design choices that made Sam look even more like the sex on legs blonde bombshell she already was.

“If it works as well as you say it does, I’m more than happy to put up with it,” Andromeda said eagerly, though she was probably just hungry to get her hands on Vivian’s Tech.

“I don’t really need to worry about clothing aesthetics,” the shapeshifting Salicite said, adjusting her glasses slightly before just causing them to meld back into her skin. Fuck, was the gorgeous shapeshifting alien naked all the time!? “But if it helps us get during our stay in this galaxy it’ll be well worth it. After our rendezvous with Peacekeeper Base 69 I think we’re all hoping for some kind of foothold here.” Bree couldn’t argue with that, Sam’s report on why they wouldn’t be given assistance by the local Peacekeeper base was…less than encouraging. As much as Bree was likely to eschew the rules whenever possible, she couldn’t imagine allowing pure apathy to take over when she was in charge of defending a whole galaxy!

“I think we’re all agreed we need this deal,” Tuo said, rolling her eyes. “We don’t have to be enthusiastic about these heels, but we should be happy to have this opportunity at all. Miss Cloud didn’t have to offer to help us. I say we trust her, for now, and do this task.” The rest of the officers seemed to agree. Bree was still a little skeptical, and Sam didn’t exactly look happy about it, but the rough start had their hands tied. Even Sam had to it it.

Sam was FINALLY piloting again. The feeling of the strange heels on her feet was…awkward, but even that couldn’t compare to sitting down in the driver’s seat of the Mudskipper and letting her flight suit connect with the landing vessel. Like N-Thrall, C-Thrall had a breathable atmosphere, and that meant a hot entry into the planet. Sam could feel the temperature rising across the ship as it descended, but she was subtly adjusting the craft like it was a part of her own body, keeping things cool and smooth. Far smoother than miss Geltz could manage at her current level. Not that it was a competition of course…

The security team Sam was leading might not even realize just how much skill went into descending into an atmosphere so smoothly, nor its importance. The less friction the Mudskipper received on entry, the less light it made in the sky, and the less likely they were to be spotted. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason Sam was the one in the pilot’s seat instead of Britta. This was a retrieval mission, and the thief had apparently hired a rather dangerous mercenary to guard herself. Only security personnel would be allowed on this mission.

“Captain…” came Tuo’s stern voice directly into Sam’s ear thanks to the internal intercom systems. “She’s doing it again…” Sam rolled her eyes. Only security personnel, and one Andromeda Blake. They needed someone to analyze the…sexoid, and to ensure that it was in fact the target they were after, and Andromeda was the best engineering mind on staff. Unfortunately, she kept trying to perform experiments on her new high-tech heels while on mission. Including safety hazards like standing during takeoff to test the magnetic safety features…and evidently during entry too.

“Andromeda,” Sam barked, letting the intercom system hear the vibrations her voice generated in the air and replicate them for Andromeda. “Be good. Sit down.”

“Yes Captain…” Andromeda said, clearly disappointed, but at least she complied. It was very difficult for anyone to get her to do things, Sam included, but if Sam told her she needed to be good, or wasn’t being a good crew member, that helped a lot. Sam attributed it to their little chat on the first day. She was rough around the edges for sure, but Sam knew she’d obey all her Captain’s orders, like a good girl should.

Sam took the Mudskipper to the city Alice Hope was reported to live in. Vivian had told Sam that Alice was still on C-Thrall, but Sam didn’t know how far to trust that. Yes, Alice hadn’t been ed as boarding a ship heading off world, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t done so. If she was gone it wasn’t going to be easy to find her, but Vivian seemed confident that she was still here so Sam would at least look. She really hoped Vivian didn’t keep illegal tabs on her employees…this was the woman that was supposed to be HELPING Sam clean up the galaxy.

“Alright, Moon, Bliss, Vassal, you three with me. We’ll investigate the perp’s residence. Starr you stay here with the Captain an—“ Tuo cut off as Sam exited the pilot’s chair and glared at her icily. “I mean, if that’s alright with you. Captain.” Tuo said Captain like she barely ed to add it in.

“On the contrary Commander Yung,” Sam said, making sure to emphasize her title. “We have two targets to hit, not just one. You and Miss Bliss will be going to Miss Hope’s home and attempting to uncover any information relevant to the retrieval mission. I’ll be taking Miss Vassal, and Miss Moon with me to a different location. Miss Starr will stay here with Officer Blake and guard the ship.”

“A different location? What location?” Tuo asked, her pretty Oriental features scrunching into a frown.

“Miss Cloud says her…Sexoids operate on a galactic frequency she can ping. The feature has since been removed or deactivated, but the last known location was in a bar a few klicks from here. We’ll be using hover bikes to get there and investigate.”

“And you didn’t feel the need to tell me this?” Tuo asked, getting a touch too close to insubordination for Sam’s taste.

“Of course not. You’re the Chief Security Officer, I trust you with a lot, but I don’t need to tell you everything,” Sam said, making sure to remain polite to the more experienced woman, but hammering home that she held the greater authority.

“Alright Captain,” Tuo strained a smile, “Then what do I do if this unknown bar is a trap?”

“You? You do nothing, you’ll be busy worrying about whether your own location is a trap. I’ll deal with any traps set for me, and I trust you to do the same. That’s why you’re going to the place I’m not, because I need you to be where I can’t.” Diplomacy wasn’t exactly Sam’s strong suit, but she needed Tuo on her side and fighting WITH her, not against her. Sam was confident in her own abilities, and truth be told since she was the only one immune to hypnotic control she was far more worried about Tuo than she let on…but she couldn’t do it all herself. She needed Tuo’s experience to fill those gaps.

“I understand…” Tuo said, sighing and motioning to the gorgeous security officer that was Yvonne Bliss. Sam was completely straight, but even she had to it that the curvy redhead with the baby blue eyes and disarming smile was a knockout. Her short hair was styled in a modern fashion, pulled away from her face and given lift to look fuller and thicker and practically shimmering with well-kept glossy locks. Sam would be a little concerned that Miss Bliss spent too much time on her appearance to be useful, but her physical test scores spoke for themselves. She was still untested in the field, but that was what Commander Yung was for. “Come on, we’re walking,” Tuo said, leading the way off the ship and into the city. Sam noticed that the girls’ hips were rocking in a slightly provocative way, but that might’ve just been a reaction to the Sub-Tech heels they wore. She ignored it and turned to the long purple haired Taraska Moon, and the bronze skinned brunette Nsara Vassal. Both women were fit, trained security officers but Nsara had a well muscled, sculpted body that looked both stunning, and powerful, a definitive cut above the rest, and Taraska had a sharp intelligence to her eyes that seemed to take in her surroundings with instant understanding. She felt lucky to have them.

“Chastity will stay here with Andromeda and await our return, hopefully with the…sexoid in tow. I fully expect a violent welcome when we get there so stay on your guard the entire time. Got it?” Sam commanded firmly, both women immediately standing rigidly at attention and saluting.

“Yes Captain!”

“Chastity, you’re in charge of security so don’t let Andromeda do anything stupid. Andromeda be good for me till I get back.”

The tall blonde saluted, and Andromeda licked her lips nervously, but nodded. Chastity had a sister in Engineering, Meridian Starr, and Sam was hoping that helped with guarding Andromeda. Not because Andromeda would be more receptive to the sister of one of her subordinates, but because Chastity would’ve heard stories about her sister’s new boss and would be more prepared to deal with her…

That done Sam unlocked the hover bikes from storage and set off toward the sexoid’s last known location. According to her map, a tiny little bar on the outskirts of the city surrounded by rocky wasteland.

Tuo was fuming, the curvy little brat was withholding information from her…VALUABLE information! Stargazer might look like a bimbo but she could at least have the courtesy not to act like one! The electronic gate flashed green as her information was processed by the city’s VISSA system, Verification of Information in Star Systems Abroad, signaling that the automatic process of scanning her badge information recognizing her as a formal Peacekeeper entering the city, a mid-sized town of only about 200 million people called Belass Port, was done. As robotic arms and moving platforms automatically corralled and cordoned off the Mudskipper till they returned, Tuo stepped into a travel pod alongside Yvonne and set their destination, watching as Sam, Nsara, and Taraska flew off through the open sky on hoverbikes.

“The Captain sure is something isn’t she?” Yvonne said beside her, the beautiful redhead said in an almost worshipful tone. Tuo’s opinion of “Captain” Stargazer had been fairly low to start with, seeing as her crew was basically nothing but some newborn whelps with more experience in doing their hair than stopping mind controllers. Seeing them all in person had been a…different experience. Tuo found her eyes roaming along Yvonne’s body, the girl was just sitting there in the spherical pod gazing up at where Sam and the others had long since disappeared with nothing but stars in her eyes and air in her head so she didn’t even notice. Sure there was some muscle tone, Yvonne did all her required training to the letter, but hers was a body more fit for a bedroom than a battlefield. Huge breasts that strained against her uniform, wide hips that gave way to a nice, big, round target for punishment should it be required…

Tuo stopped staring and snapped her fingers crisply, putting some attention back into those bright blue eyes and commanded the sphere to head to their destination in the residential district of Belass Port. Tuo was used to being the object of attention wherever she went, but here she felt almost plain. Her body was fairly tall, not as tall as the Captain but enough to put her on eye level with most men, and her body had its curves, not as much as Yvonne but men certainly enjoyed ogling them all the same despite her musculature and absolute lack of interest in any man’s attention. Her skin wasn’t without blemish though, unlike the soft baby skin of Stargazer, Bliss, Blake…and pretty much everyone else on board the Perseus. She had scars, calluses, there was a roughness around her eyes, and of course she had what others would describe, not inaccurately, as a resting bitch face. Even her bust size, which Tuo had always thought of as too big and distracting during combat despite the tight combat suits keeping everything from bouncing around everywhere, felt positively modest compared to the busts of the rest of the crew, Miss Bliss foremost among them…and the girl was only 18! There was a chance she’d grow even bigger before this mission was over!

Then, despite it all, Stargazer had actually managed to do what Tuo thought was impossible. She’d impressed her with how she didn’t take shit from Andromeda, and kept all the young whelps in line. Tuo wasn’t going to be convinced of the sanity of giving a crew like this to a girl like that, but she was willing to see how things played out for awhile longer, giving Stargazer some slack. Though if Sam used that slack to hang herself Tuo was ready to step in and take control. It wasn’t healthy for a crewmember to think this way, obviously Tuo knew this with how experienced she was, but it was difficult not to see herself as the more mature, viable leader when she looked older than she was, though not old by any means, whereas the rest of the crew looked so young, and…thirsty. Stargazer’s second in command, Bree, had been so obvious in her infatuation with the Captain that Tuo would’ve bet money on the idea of them sleeping together, if the Captain wasn’t just as obviously oblivious to her attentions. The very idea of someone like Bree being second in command when Tuo was relegated to Security Chief was rankling, and every time Bree opened her mouth Tuo found herself wanting to grab her short black hair tightly in a fist and force Bree’s head down somewhere her mouth no longer needed to worry about what it was saying…

“Chief?” Tuo broke herself out of her power fantasy and looked down at Yvonne, who blushed and turned away quickly. Evidently the travel pod had reached its destination, the ride smooth and swift as any Tuo had been on back in her home galaxy Whirlpool. The travel pod’s ionized sky path seemed well maintained, a pleasant surprise for such an average town, despite the fact that the sky paths were placed around ancient looking mag-roads, magnetic strips of ground where self-driving vehicles transported goods around the town and beyond. Apparently setting up logistics teleporters was too expensive for the people of C-Thrall. Tuo stepped out of the travel pod and onto the walkway in front of a rather nice look suburb, the last known residence of their target, Alice Hope.

Without bothering to look back at the young redhead she was babysitting Tuo Yung strode into the residential area, her Peacekeeper VISSA overriding the security system and opening up the smaller, short range travel pod for her and Miss Bliss’s use. Finding Alice Hope’s official residence wasn’t hard, Vivian Cloud was more than happy to provide all the information she had on her former employee in the hopes of recovering her company’s property. Alice Hope, a 32 year old divorcee whose husband had left her for another woman 7 years ago, no official evidence of mental tampering found…was that really a common thing in Pinwheel? Anyway, she was one of Sub-Tech’s programmers specializing in subliminal messaging technology, she even worked on the sexoid prototype personally and had apparently developed an unhealthy attachment to it which led to Miss Hope stealing the prototype and using her not inconsiderable pay from Sub-Tech to hire a mercenary to protect herself. Tuo frowned a bit as she reviewed the suspect’s profile on the ride to her home. Mercenary? Singular? And one mercenary has been giving them this much trouble?

“Do you think her husband was mind controlled?” Tuo blinked at the inane question coming from her right, Yvonne’s big blue eyes looking over her shoulder at the information displayed on Tuo’s datapad. Those bright blue eyes, complimenting her fair skin and deep red hair, not to mention that alluring bust… The young Miss Bliss was so gorgeous that Tuo couldn’t help but see her as nothing but a distraction, and a distraction that didn’t seem to have comprehensive reading skills...

“Obviously not, the report says right here that there’s no official evidence of mental tampering.” Apparently looking into mental tampering during a divorce was common practice, which was much more interesting to think about.

“Exactly,” the young redhead said with a giddy gleam in her eye. “No ’official’ evidence, why else would they go out of their way to put in the word official if there wasn’t some unofficial suspicions going around?” Tuo did her best to be patient, she really did, but this was the problem with having a ship full of inexperienced whelps.

“Official just means there was an investigation. Obviously, a report wouldn’t have any unofficial gossip clogging its pages. Unevidenced, unwarranted suspicions have no place in an official report. Trying to meta analyze them just invites confusion and conspiracy theories, and I will not have either coming from my team. Understood?” Tuo snapped, her stern tone and expression causing Yvonne to hop to attention immediately, nodding her head quickly with wide, frightful blue eyes that made Tuo feel…much better about having the gorgeous young redhead under her command. “Good girl…” she purred thoughtfully as the pod reached its destination, and Tuo and Yvonne stepped off onto the platform before Alice Hope’s home.

Alice lived in a housing cube on the third layer of her residential area, the housing space was fairly well sized with a plot of 800 cubic meters featuring a traditional green Earth-grass lawn and a more modern diamond-glass style building giving it that sleek, almost metal, appearance while being resilient and private aside from the windows, which looked to be gravitonic forcefields, but were shuttered at the moment due to how Alice had set her weather. Tuo sighed as she looked into the housing space and the torrential downpour that was going on within. Alice even had flashes of artificial lightning going on near the top of her home. Was all this to deter visitors, or did her Earth grass just need watering? Tuo much preferred the lovely cerulean blue Ambrosia Prime sands of her own home, no watering needed and it could be sculpted into a Zen garden for guests when needed, allowing her to set her house weather to a permanent balmy warmth, and rely on her prickly attitude to deter unwanted guests instead.

“We’re gonna get wet aren’t we?” Yvonne complained as she stared into the housing space they needed to intrude upon. Their Peacekeeper VISSA would get them inside the home, but weather settings would be done in the home’s main building and couldn’t be accessed remotely without going through the local Terra Police, an unnecessary delay when Peacekeeper authority exceeded that of local Terra Police in nearly all circumstances anyway. Space Police cooperation might become necessary if Miss Hope tried to run, but Tuo would endeavor to ensure that didn’t happen, and hoped Stargazer was smart enough, if not experienced enough, to recognize the possibility too. Tuo gave Yvonne a stern, weary look and strode through the invisible gravitonic forcefield, her Peacekeeper VISSA preventing her from slamming against it like a starship hull, reducing the gravitational power of the field enough that it only felt like ing through a block of water, which was a fitting analogy for as soon as she ed through the field she was plunged immediately into a lightning storm, soaking her immediately and blasting her ears with the sound of falling water, rushing wind, and even simulated thunder. If Alice Hope was here Tuo was no longer going to be gentle with her…

Yvonne entered into the home a second later, crying out in sudden shock at the sudden change in weather, the amateur, and looking like she wanted to make a break for the main building immediately. Tuo had to hold the inexperienced beauty back, giving her a signal to follow her lead. If this was a trap, then rushing headlong into it just to avoid a bit of rain was an awfully stupid way to trigger it. Instead Tuo ignored the torrential downpour pounding against her skin and made her way cautiously towards the main building, her VISSA opening the door, a block of condensed forcefield made to look like an opaque diamond-glass sheet, and baring the way to Alice Hope’s home.

Tuo let Yvonne bound into the house first, waiting a few more seconds outside in case the redhaired bimbo’s eagerness set off a trap, but after nothing happened Tuo let herself in, closing the door behind her.

“That was awful!” Yvonne said, much too loudly for Tuo’s taste. The chances were slim but Miss Hope could still be here, or the Sexoid itself, though Tuo wasn’t really banking on it. The house’s interior was rather comfortable, with plush carpeting and brightly lit rooms. It wasn’t opulent or rich, but not totally spartan, with some plants from various planets, walls light-painted in cool pastel colors, and pictures of a young woman with short brown hair and ocular implants that made her eyes look violet in color. Not unattractive per sae, but compared to the bevy of beauties Tuo had been staying with the past couple months There was gentle music vibrating softly on the air, enough to add a certain level of ambience, but quiet enough to easily ignore when you weren’t paying attention. “Where do you think the sink is? I’m soaked!” Yvonne continued, sliding her skirt down her legs, not taking note of Tuo’s subtle gesture.

“Quiet!” hissed Tuo, rounding violently on her stripping subordinate and grabbing her by her tight white shirt she was currently trying to pull up and over her head. The shirt itself was soaked but unfortunately the material wasn’t light enough to be transparent. “We can find the house’s heat sink and dry off later AFTER we do a sweep of the house to ensure no one is here!” Tuo said, quietly but authoritatively, her tone brokering no argument.

“But…” Miss Bliss argued anyway, “I’m so wet. I need to take off my clothes…”

Tuo couldn’t really fault her for that, Yvonne was absolutely soaked, just like Tuo herself. She started to pull on Miss Bliss’s shirt, lifting it up and over her head for her, stripping the busty redhead out of her tight, wet shirt which was made of a material that repelled water so her flawless, deceptively muscled skin still mostly dry, and revealing the tiny undersuit barely covering her huge tits beneath. Tuo was starting to think very unprofessional thoughts… “Right, we’ll take our clothes off first, but then we have to sweep the house, understood?” …wait, why did Tuo feel the need to take her clothes off too?

“Yes Chief!” Yvonne bubbly answered, bending over and pulling her uniform pants down and off, standing there in just her undersuit, barely covering her more sensitive areas to prevent chaffing, and those Sub-Tech heels. Tuo found her own fingers pulling at the cropped military jacket Yvonne had taken off almost as soon as she entered the house, unbuttoning it and letting it hit the floor with a wet ‘plop.’ Everything felt so right about taking off that wet, heavy jacket…it made Tuo feel strangely wary, as though something wasn’t right about everything feeling so…right. The music was still playing in the background…Tuo’s eyes strayed to Yvonne’s perfectly round ass as she turned to walk away, her hips rocking seductively in those special heels. The feeling of wrongness grew as Yvonne sat down on Alice’s couch and faced the wall…it shrank as Tuo’s tight white flight suit shirt came up over her head.

“What are you doing?” Tuo asked, wandering toward Yvonne who was staring intently at the wall in front of her. No, not a wall…who would face a couch towards a wall like that? It had to be a vid screen, camouflaged to look like a wall when it wasn’t active. Did Yvonne notice? When Tuo didn’t? That would aggravate the more experienced officer, even as she started feeling better when sliding her flight suit mini skirt down so it could pool on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Seeing all those clothes on the floor…it made Tuo feel good, and that made Tuo strangely uneasy. Why was she feeling so good about taking off her clothes? Why was she walking toward the couch where Yvonne sat? Why were those pants so annoying clinging to her legs like that?

“I don’t know…” Yvonne said slowly, not taking her eyes away from the currently inactive vid screen. “Something about that wall seems weird doesn’t it? I feel like I need to keep my eyes on it…like looking away would be really bad…” Fuck… The music was still playing in the background, barely perceptible unless Tuo was listening for it. Alice’s profile said she was an expert with subliminal messages, and it felt SO good to get those pants off, stripping down to her own undersuit and heels, just like Yvonne.

“Bliss! Stand up!” Tuo shouted loudly, startling Yvonne so much that she jumped off the couch like it’d just bitten her. The bouncy result was quite distracting. “Subliminal messages in the music! Fuck!” Tuo exclaimed, trying to get herself feeling angry in order to shake off this blissful calm that had started to settle over her. Subliminal messages were nasty things that could be very subtle, but their strength was also their weakness. If you knew about them, and more importantly knew what they were trying to get you to do, they weren’t overt enough to force you into it. Tuo just needed to stay alert and get out of here or find a way to disable the music they were piping in through.

“Subliminal? I don’t hear them…” Yvonne said, looking like she was actually trying to listen CLOSER to the music. Was she an imbecile? Actively shutting out all distractions to listen to subliminally enhanced music was just ASKING for trouble! Almost as bad as being too distracted to even notice them in the first place! Sure enough her eyes started to glaze and she settled right back down into the couch, fingers sliding up to the pieces of cloth pretending to cover her sizable chest.

“Bliss don’t try to LISTEN to them for stars’ sake! We have to- to…uh…” Yvonne’s fingers deftly, unthinkingly, undid the ties to her undersuit, and her big, heavy, beautiful breasts bounced free. Tuo’s eyes widened at the distracting sight. Yvonne was very gifted…but she was a lousy soldier! Tuo was already thinking of taking those massive utters and clamping them in irons, finding out just how sensitive they were, using a bit of pain to train the young girl attached to them. And if she was a very good girl, and did exactly as Tuo commanded…she’d be allowed to discover that pain wasn’t the only motivator Tuo had for her subordinates…

“This is a message for Vivian’s lackeys.” Tuo blinked as the vid screen turned on to reveal Alice Hope, violet eyes staring down at them with a look of pure disdain. Wait, when did she get on the couch with Yvonne? Oh…damn it. Suddenly the screen turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, twisting, swirling, flashing…not so much guiding Tuo’s gaze as dragging it inward. “I knew she’d send someone out here to do her dirty work for her,” Alice’s voice continued as the swirling colors continued to keep Tuo’s eyes rooted to the screen. She could feel her mind begin to shut down, fascination with the screen winning out over a rational desire to look away. “Bet she didn’t think to give you any anti-subliminal gear though did she? No, I may not like the woman but she does have a knack for thinking of everything. Stars that is so like her…she’s probably in her office giggling to herself right now at the idea of sending you to retrieve her toy without any protection from its effects.” Alice kept talking about the mission, which was helping Tuo stay focused and not lose herself completely to the screen’s fascinating display. She might be able to get out of this if she could just keep her mind from shutting down completely… She wondered if Yvonne was able to-

“Ooooh… Ohhhh… So pretty…” Yeah, that was a lost cause. Stars, the girl had no resistance at all! She was already drooling all over her massive tits and her eyes were glazed over in hypnotized fog. Tuo was going to really give it to her later…make those curves as red as her hair… At least Hope was just as much of an amateur, her monologue was keeping Tuo awake, albeit barely. She just needed to slide her way forward, off the couch. The fall would hurt a bit, but it would wake her up, and the subliminal messages in the music would be much easier to deal with than the mind dulling screen.

“Well, the prototype is staying with me, and you can just go and turn yourselves in to—“ Suddenly Alice’s voice cut off, as though the audio had been forced to close at this point. Without Alice’s voice distracting her from the hypnotic screen Tuo found herself relaxing without meaning to, and her mind starting to fade again. She had to fall forward…if she relaxed and fell back into the soft cushions of the couch, that’d be it for her, but if she fell forward…

“Relax.” Tuo was hit with a wave of relaxation as a new voice echoed from the vid screen’s speakers, she started to wobble as the voice’s seductive authority wrapped around her mind. The voice seemed almost familiar, it reminded Tuo of Stargazer when she was being serious, only instead of being accidentally sexy in its authority this voice leaned fully into its erotic timbre. “Your body is hot. Your body is weak. Your body is aroused.” Oh fuck… Tuo felt her body heating up, her pussy getting wet as that voice seemed to ignite a warm, wet fire between her legs. She was suddenly reminded of how naked she was as the strict, seductive voice commanded her body into an aroused inferno. Beside her Yvonne moaned lewdly, her erotic, nude, body already giving in to the authoritative voice commanding them. The music had changed at some point, though Tuo hadn’t noticed when. She was wet, weak, and needy… “You must touch yourself.” Tuo MUST touch herself. She leaned back into the couch, her weak, needy body sinking into the soft cushions as she spread her legs and slipped her fingers under her undersuit’s fabric.

“Ohhhhh fuck…” Tuo moaned as her fingers touched her wet, sensitive pussy. Beside her Yvonne was already pumping her fingers in and out of her snatch, undersuit bottoms already down at her ankles. Tuo wanted to stop her, to pull her arms out to the sides and handcuff them so that the busty, gorgeous redhead would only be allowed to experience the pleasure she earned from Tuo’s touches, but her pussy…oh stars Tuo’s pussy felt so good. It really had been too long since she’d been allowed to indulge like this. She needed to cum so fucking bad right now. She wasn’t thinking of anything else, just cumming…

“Weather system override. Special : Vipress. Winter storm setting. Front door unlock.”

Cold air suddenly rushed into the room and Tuo felt herself shiver a little alongside Yvonne. What was that? Tuo wanted to cum so bad but…her naked body had reacted to the cold air and her orgasm, which had already felt so close, was suddenly so much further away. The screen continued to pull in Tuo’s gaze, and the couch was so soft, it was like Tuo’s body was sinking into deep mud…the more she relaxed and touched herself, the harder it was to pull away.

“The client might be fine with letting you live, but I’m not so easygoing. Don’t worry, just keep touching yourself. It’s going to get so very cold soon, but if you just keep touching yourself, keep making yourself feel good, override all your body’s defense mechanisms, then everything will work out just fine.” Fuck…this wasn’t a kinky trap, this was becoming deadly. Tuo kept touching herself, it just felt too good to stop, but her mind, dull and fascinated by the screen, was starting to wake up to the words the seductive voice was saying. “If you get too cold, just relax, keep touching yourself. If your body begins to feel sleepy then it’s okay to close your eyes. If you can’t think, don’t worry. As long as your body feels good, then everything is fine.” Tuo heard Yvonne moan helplessly beside her, the busty redhead hit an orgasm! Tuo groaned in envy, but scrambled to keep the fragments of her mind from falling under the voice’s influence. That authoritative, seductive voice was so nice, vibrating pleasurably in her ears…but Tuo wasn’t the one who had seductive words whispered to her, she was the whisperer! Also this person was clearly trying to kill them and that was…also concerning. Who the hell was this bitch who though Tuo was some blank eyed bottom like Bliss? “Internal heat system disable. Special override: Vipress.”

Oh shit… A winter storm raged outside, the open door providing zero protection as snow and icy wind surged through the house. The house’s internal heating system suddenly shut down completely, and Tuo could already feel the heat leaving her body, even as she frantically struggled to drive herself to orgasm, mostly for the pleasure, but also to keep her body temperature up. It was going to get so very cold in here. Was Tuo going to die from exposure? Touching herself naked on a couch while the hypnotic screen kept her from leaving? When Tuo first accepted this mission she thought the Whirlpool Galaxy was only dangerous because of the threat of being hypnotized into someone’s sex slave. Suddenly she was realizing just how dangerous a galaxy full of mind controllers could really be and…she was scared. Tuo hadn’t felt fear like this in years, a creeping, clawing dread that wrapped around her entire body and made her shiver with more than the cold.

“Keep going… Keep touching… Don’t stop… Feels good…”

Tuo moaned alongside Yvonne, who was so blissed out she was completely ignorant of the danger. Tuo was far more willful, but all that seemed to do was keep her mind captive as her body obeyed that sexy, commanding voice. She was so cold…but touching herself felt so good. She didn’t want to stop… Dying like this…wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

“Fuck…” Tuo whimpered out, shocked at how weak her voice was. She’d meant to shout loudly, wake herself or Bliss, as unlikely as that seemed, up a bit. The swirling colors on the screen kept her brain so dull though, so very dull and light… She was starting to feel sleepy. Snow was settling on her shoulders and thighs. Cold, wet snow. So wet…just like her pussy… Her pussy that was so warm…maybe if she just kept touching it, kept touching herself…everything would be fine…

“Everything will be fine.”

Everything will be f…ucked! Tuo couldn’t die here, she had one out, but stars above was she not looking forward to using it. Every security officer in the Peacekeepers was allowed to carry a Peacekeeper stun phaser. Hers and Yvonne’s were currently somewhere on the floor, lost in their clothes. Tuo hated the restriction of only carrying a single weapon. In her experience it was quite common for a weapon to get confiscated or become separated from its owner, especially when it was most needed. See this very situation! So she’d secretly had a second stun phaser, not nearly as powerful as an official Peacekeeper weapon, grafted into her body. Inseparable and, almost, undetectable by both friend and foe. The only problem was it was in her right index finger, and that was currently in a very sensitive place she didn’t want it to discharge… Fuck it.

Pain erupted through Tuo’s body as she tapped the side of her index finger’s knuckle, discharging the stun phaser and knocking her out near instantly.

…

…so cold.

“Relax… Sleep… Drift off…”

Someone was speaking to Tuo, a sexy, commanding voice that seemed so easy to obey… Was it the Captain? It sounded just like her…

“No need to be awake anymore. No need to be awake ever again. Relax, and forever sleep…”

Fucking bimbo Captain, thinking she could tell Tuo what to do… Tuo would chain her slutty body up and make that hot, arousing voice scream in submissive obedience. Then they’d see who was REALLY in charge…

“Feels so good to sleep… Feels so good to close your eyes… Keep them closed…forever…”

“Fuck you Stargazer…” Tuo said, gritting her teeth and opening her eyes. Snow was all around her, covering her naked body, currently sprawled out on the floor. She was next to a couch where Yvonne Bliss sat, undersuit panties around her ankles, fingers inside her snatch, but her body was very still, and her eyes were closed completely. She looked deathly pale…except for a beguiling light playing off her near white skin. Tuo turned and, without looking fired a stun round from her finger into the screen. The loud explosion made Yvonne’s body jump, her eyes blinking open for a moment before slipping back closed… “Eyes open Bliss!” Tuo roared at her, getting to her feet as steadily as a newborn foal. Fuck her limbs all felt numb and she didn’t know if it was from tasering her own cunt or the extreme cold. Yvonne’s eyes opened weakly, but she didn’t seem to be able to see anything anymore. Fuck, this was extremely bad… The music was still playing… The voice seemed gone though, tied to the vid screen which was now shattered into a million pieces. Memory started to come back, but slowly, so very slowly.

“Turn off all audio in the house. Override code: Vipress!” Tuo shouted at the house, desperately hoping that worked. The music disappeared, cut off instantly as Tuo took Yvonne into her arms, and hugged their cold bodies together. “Weather system override… Desert heat…special …Vipress…” The snow suddenly stopped, and Tuo carried her deathly cold, naked subordinate out of the house to collapse with her on the ground, which had become a bed of warm sand. They were both shivering violently as the heat surrounded them both, absorbed in the sand that materialized underneath their shaking, nude bodies. “Stay awake Bliss…” Tuo ordered, her voice shaking as she shivered despite the heat. Stars she was so cold…she could feel her vision going black. Was she going to out and die anyway? After all that? After tasering herself in the snatch? Fuck that was going to hurt like hell once she got any feeling in her body back. Yvonne’s ice-cold body clung to hers tightly, the redhead instinctively seeking her body heat, despite Tuo not having much to spare. Her body was starting to warm though…the heat of the artificial weather, and the warm sand was helping, and with the heat came sensation, and with sensation…came unimaginable pain.

Tuo’s entire body was starting to tingle as her nerve endings woke back up, like tiny knives were jabbing into every pore and nerve ending all over her skin…and her crotch, oh stars why didn’t she just let herself die? Yvonne groaned as well, holding herself tighter to Tuo, the soft, naked form of the gorgeous woman making the pain…well it still fucking hurt but at least she had a gorgeous woman to hold while hurting… No, she’d prefer not hurting right now. Fuck Stargazer, fuck her in her perfectly toned, tight, fat ass! Sending her and Yvonne here while she headed to the bar… Fuck, Sam was probably headed straight towards Hope and the sexoid, and whoever this Vipress person was. Tuo had fought several dangerous individuals in her time but no one had ever come this close to killing her without even being in the same fucking room… Sam thought she was hot shit, but this person was dangerous, and as much as Tuo thought Sam was too young and inexperienced for this job, she didn’t want her dead! She needed to warn her… How long had it been since they’d separated? Was it already too late? Damn, not worth thinking about. Tuo regretfully released her grip on Yvonne and touched the side of her ear to manually activate her commlink to the Captain. It could activate automatically based on thought, but Tuo’s brain was too scrambled to think right now.

“Captain… It’s all fucked… The mercenary Hope hired… More dangerous than you think… Can you read me?”

The cosmos was made to be extorted. The universe was a massive place, more massive than anyone could imagine, even today, and yet it was also very simple. Anywhere you went there were haves and have nots. People, environments, stars, planets, societies…everyone and everything was competing for limited resources. It was a truth more fundamental than life itself, and for those who understood that universal truth there was great business opportunity.

Vipress let a subtle smile slip onto her lips as her current employer, Alice Hope, emerged from the bedroom of this small hovel of a bar/motel looking flushed and out of breath. The other patrons of the motel, which was so low tech it didn’t even have camouflaged forcefields for its doors, just normal opaque gravitonic forcefields that Miss Hope, dressed lightly in pants and blouse, mousy brown hair hanging loose around her shoulders, walked through easily, her keycard beeping as it recognized it and allowed her to through the field without issue.

Alice Hope, was both a have, and a have not. Everyone was when you thought about it, which made Vipress’s business very easy to run in the end. She had plenty of resources that Vipress would love to acquire, and many needs that Vipress, among other things, were able to fulfill. Money wasn’t really an object in modern societies in this day and age, but in backwater worlds where fabricators were rare, money could still be a powerful influence, and Miss Hope had things even more valuable than money at her disposal: information, and access to technology that could dominate a primitive species. More than worth the cost of playing babysitter to a sorry little woman who’s been feeling lonely and vulnerable ever since her husband left her.

“Not taking your girlfriend with you?” Vipress teased, rising from her seat above the main bar area where she was able to observe the comings and goings of the patrons easily. Of course, all patrons here had been brainwashed to not notice her or her charges no matter what. Alice jumped a little, then frowned at her, and spoke as though she were talking to a coworker, perhaps even someone beneath her. Honestly, these prim first worlders had no sense of self preservation.

“It’s not a person,” she stated, those augmented violet eyes glancing back at the room as though daring the Sexoid to come out and object, before making her way down the stairs with Vipress prowling behind, looming over the shorter woman like a specter in a pure black flight suit, the same color as her hair, which hugged her generous curves. “It’s just a thing, with an intended use, nothing more than that. Has anyone come looking for me?” she said, quickly changing the topic of conversation, as though Vipress couldn’t see what she was doing.

“Not yet. You sure Miss Cloud even cares about…that thing?” Vipress asked, as Alice brazenly walked over to the bar and began to pour herself a drink, taking it right out from under the bartender’s nose. The young woman didn’t even notice, programmed as she was to ignore the duo. Vipress lifted a long, flexible leg, placed her toned, perfectly shaped ass on the bar, and pivoted her body to the other side, licking slowly up the bartender’s neck. The young woman’s eyes fluttered for a moment before she brought a hand up to her neck, absentmindedly wiping away the evidence of Vipress’s existence.

“Of course she does!” Alice said, sipping at her drink daintily. The woman was so soft, nothing more than prey to someone like Vipress, but having clients who suddenly disappear or fail to get exactly what they want isn’t a good reputation for a mercenary to have, so she was lucky…unlike the pretty barkeep Vipress’s fingers were starting to explore. “Trust me she’s spent a lot of resources on this thing, more than she’s willing to it. It’s important to her. That’s why I hired you first. If I hadn’t, she’d be all over you like…”

“Like you with your toy?”

“Shut up!” Alice blushed, downing the rest of the glass. There was another truth to this universe, everything alive just wanted to feel good, and they were all too happy to alter their mental states just to make that happen, even if only for a little while. Alcohol, drugs, mind control…sentient beings thought themselves so advanced, but they are all so easy to control. Vipress knew she was no different, but she was at least determined to be at the top of that food chain. “You have a reputation for not selling your clients out…and for being very good at what you do. Despite some…eccentricities…” Alice said, staring at how Vipress’s neural-weave gloves, part of her flight suit, began to stroke along the bartender’s more sensitive places, causing the young woman to start to breath a little heavier, her eyes darting around in confusion, wondering why she was getting so horny, so wet, nipples so hard…for seemingly no reason. “Besides, all Miss Cloud cares about is finishing the prototype, she’s been obsessed with it, putting in days if not weeks of overtime into it even when the rest of us have gone home. I came back one day to find she’d been there all night working on it! Trust me…she’ll want it back.

“If Miss Cloud wants her…property back so badly…” Vipress began, her big blue eyes glittering mischievously. She slipped her fingers into the bartender’s panties, pleased to feel how slick she was as she desperately tried to hide the fact that she was about to cum from the near empty bar. “Then why would she negotiate with you? Why not just hire someone like me to take it from you?”

“Heh, stop it. I did my research. There’s no one better than you.” Vipress grinned predatorily as the bartender came, failing to fully hide her throaty moan.

“C-Captain?!” someone shouted out in shock, drawing Vipress and Alice’s gaze to the bar entrance where two women stood. A bronze skinned beauty with sculpted muscles who was looking directly at Vipress and the bartender, and a purple haired woman with sharp eyes staring at Alice. Both women were dressed in some kind of military uniform, with neural-weave skirts and military jackets over skintight white shirts that showed off their impressive bodies while providing maximum mobility and protection.

“Nsara stay back, that isn’t the Captain…” the purple haired woman said, as Vipress straightened up to her full height, towering over most women, a lot of men too, and looked at the duo with deadly intent.

“H-um… Welcome,” the bartender said shakily, blushing brightly while trying to act professional in front of the two newcomers. What fun, two more pretty young things to toy with. Vipress would have to erase their memories of her and of Alice, naturally, but something about the way the purple haired was looking at Alice had her on edge… Could it be?

“R-right…” the bronze skinned woman, Nsara, said, probably hoping Vipress wouldn’t notice how she kept glancing at her tits. “Tara she looks just…”

“Captain this is Taraska Moon. We’ve located the target!” Purple haired Tara Moon suddenly said, placing a hand on her hip to activate the neural-weave skirt’s hidden ‘pocket’ and a stun blaster materialized in her hand, pointing it towards Alice while keeping her eye on Vipress. Clever girl…but not smart. As Alice put her hands up in a panic, the real threat Tara should’ve focused on pressed her finger onto a button hidden under the bar. The bartender hadn’t realized she was even doing it, such was the nature of a post hypnotic command. Bars are notorious for housing rowdy patrons with little inhibition, so owners are allowed special protection, in this case a “shotgun.” The button read the bartender’s unique fingerprint and the shotgun, a wide range stun field erupted from the sound system, affecting everyone in the bar area except, of course, those with special IDs that prevented the shotgun from targeting them, namely Vipress, Alice, and the bartender herself. With a cry of pain Taraska Moon, along with the two bar patrons, fell unconscious, bits of electric discharge flickering over their bodies.

“Nghhhh!” Nsara, the bronze skinned beauty with the toned muscles grunted and fell to one knee, but impressively did not slide into unconsciousness. Vipress found herself smiling as the bartender looked around in horror and shock, unaware of why she just used her wide range shotgun.

“Sleep for me sweetie,” Vipress said to the bartender, touching her fingers together and activating her own neural-weave pocket, this one in her right glove, a black mask with a stylized snake on her front appearing in her hand that she placed on the barkeep’s face. The mask latched on snugly and began to show the barkeeper hypnotic images of colorful patterns, slithering across her vision like serpents, lulling her into a mindless state. Vipress couldn’t activate the shotgun herself, modern technology was very smart these days and not easily tricked, but it couldn’t be fired multiple times anyway, limited only to two “shots,” for safety reasons, until an hour had ed…but Vipress wouldn’t need it anyway. “Head back to your room Alice,” Vipress said to her current employer, pirouetting over the bar in an exaggeratedly fluid motion towards Nsara, who stood and raised her fists. Cute.

As Alice ran off towards the stairs Nsara charged, the muscular woman running directly at Vipress at high speed, obviously boosted by her suit’s neural-weave. Such an impressive material, able to interact with both organic and inorganic materials and even establish connections between them. Highly versatile, highly programmable, and unfathomably expensive for those without access to fabricators…but completely limited to the abilities of the person using it. Vipress watched as Nsara’s gaze slid over to Alice for a moment, and her body slowed just a little to put extra weight on her left side. Her intentions couldn’t have been more obvious. As soon as Nsara jumped, aiming for Alice on the stairs, Vipress was already moving to intercept her, using the bar as a springboard to get high enough to grab the neural boosted jumper by the leg and tug back, adding enough extra weight to slow the jump so that Nsara missed the stairs and crashed belly first onto the floor in front, with Vipress landing elegantly on her feet, smirking at the pretty muscle-head.

“I get it now. Your purple haired friend was all brain, no brawn, and you’re just stupid, right?” Vipress taunted, stepping back as Nsara kicked back at her from on the ground, then used the momentum to flip herself up and fully over Vipress’ body, landing on her feet facing Vipress’s impressively round backside with her fists up. Vipress dodged the telegraphed punch easily, spinning around behind Nsara and giving her a firm smack on the ass.

“Ow! Hey! Fight cleanly!” Nsara said, not realizing how utterly outclassed she was. Sure the bronze skinned woman was strong, undoubtedly stronger than Vipress, but she didn’t have the skill to match her strength, relying on brute force and her neural-weave skirt’s advancements to her body’s physiological responses and capabilities to win. All Vipress had to do was dodge two attacks and she’d already won.

“Cleanly? Oh, I thought a girl like you would prefer things…dirty,” Vipress teased, her voice seductive and coy. “Weren’t you staring earlier? I seem to recall someone’s eyes on me…” Vipress said, reaching up to her flight suit’s zipper and sliding it down just a bit. Nsara’s eyes moved immediately to take in the sight and the woman blushed. “Well, if you don’t want to get all dirty with me, I have a solution…if you’re interested…” Vipress purred, slowly, very excruciatingly slowly, sliding a hand into the depths of her cleavage.

“W-what? What solution?” Nsara asked, eyes rooted to Vipress’s cleavage, probably not even noticing how her body was relaxing just a little bit. Vipress grinned and purposefully pushed her hand harder into her cleavage than she needed to, tugging her flight suit’s zipper down even more before slowly pulling it out and revealing a small metallic disc, holding it up so Nsara could see it. “What is that? Are you gonna try to hypnotize me with it?!” Nsara suddenly said, as though suddenly realizing the possibility and looking away, into Vipress’s seductively grinning face.

“This is a very special device I had custom made for myself. I call it the Viper’s Kiss…” Vipress waited for Nsara to make the connection but the muscle-head didn’t seem to get it. Did she really not know who Vipress was? What was she new to the galaxy? In a uniform like that whatever organization she was with ought to have a record of the galaxy’s most infamous bounty hunter… Whatever, it didn’t ruin the satisfaction of the “kill.” Nope…not at all… “Well, it releases a special toxin into the bloodstream that is quite potent. It won’t kill you, though some people do claim it makes you go to heaven. The euphoric effects are quite something, all I have to do is attach it to you, even through your clothes, and you’ll be riding high on cloud nine for hours. What do you say?”

“I say you’re an idiot,” the muscle-brain said, tensing herself back up and getting into a fighting stance. “All I have to do is keep it away from me. You’re good, but we both know I’m stronger. I won’t let you beat me in such a humiliating way!” Vipress struggled not to burst out laughing.

“Hold on now, I haven’t told you how I activate it!” Vipress said, holding up a hand as Nsara seemed ready to pounce. “My name. Vipress.” Suddenly the Viper’s Kiss Vipress had stuck onto Nsara when she smacked her on the ass activated and Nsara gasped, her pupils dilating as a big, dopey grin spread over her strong, bronze features. “Good girl,” Vipress cooed, placing the hollow Viper’s Kiss cartridge back in the neural-weave pocket between her breasts. “See? Isn’t this so much nicer than fighting?” Nsara, of course, didn’t respond to her, the fast acting toxin making her entire body a living pleasure receptacle. The sights, sounds, sensations along her skin were all suddenly feeling incredibly good as the toxin tricked her brain into continuously flooding itself with pleasure chemicals. “Why don’t you take a seat…” Vipress said, taking Nsara by the hand and guiding her to a seated position on the floor. “I’ll give you something to watch while you enjoy yourself…” Activating the neural pocket on her other glove, just as before, Vipress took out another black mask, her Viper’s Hood, and placed it over Nsara’s face. Coupled with the toxin, Nsara would be experiencing a nice, deep brainwashing over the next hour. Vipress wanted to do the same with Taraska, but she’d managed to call her Captain before the shotgun went off, meaning Vipress was going to have to clean up one more straggler before she got to indulge.

Vipress pressed her neural-weave gloved fingers to Nsara’s hip, the same spot she saw Taraska touch earlier… Sure enough the neural-weave pocket, a quantum entangled section of neural cloth linked to a specific item, activated placing Nsara’s stun phaser in Vipress’s hand. Good ol’ military regulation, keeping everything so easy to predict and understand. Vipress took up a position off to the side, making sure to leave Nsara and Tara in view from the bar’s entrance. The Captain would rush in to help her subordinates, and Vipress would stun her with her own military weapon. Poetry.

Two quick shots fired from the beyond the bar entrance, perfectly hitting two of the hidden subliminal drones Vipress had set up to keep the patrons under her control. Nsara and Tara hadn’t even noticed them. Vipress suppressed her surprise and kept her gun trained on the door, it was the only entrance or exit in this tiny little bar/motel, a big reason why Vipress chose this place. The second movement came from that area Vipress fired, and scored a hit on the backpack throw into the bar. The backpack wasn’t empty though, as soon as Vipress’s blast hit, it exploded in a bright white light that filled the room and blinded the bounty hunter. Shit, that was her position given away and now she couldn’t see! Vipress closed her eyes against the bright light, and moved quickly, relying on her knowledge of the bar’s layout to get her away from her original location. A blast from a stun phaser sounded nearby, right where Vipress had been just a moment ago. She opened her eyes to look at her new target and found herself staring at…herself? Suddenly Nsara’s confusion made a lot of sense. The Captain looked almost exactly like Vipress, except with pure blonde hair instead of Vipress’s inky black tresses.

For a moment both women stared at each other, then surprise wore off and they both raised their phasers and fired simultaneously. Two women of the exact same height, with identical stances, firing at the same target the same distance away, both aiming for each other’s phasers which were held at the exact same height off the floor. The result was as inevitable as it was statistically improbable. The phaser bolts collided together in the air generating a shockwave of force that both Vipress and the Captain had to endure. The force of the combined blast blew chairs and tables out of the way, and poor Tara slid across the floor. Vipress was able to maintain her footing because of her magnetic heels, and the Captain’s footing seemed equally unbothered by the blast. Huh… Particles of electricity danced like motes of dust between them, and both phasers, sensing the dangerously charged atmosphere, shut down automatically. Fucking safety protocols…

Vipress dropped her stolen phaser and touched her neural-weave shoes, which looked like high heeled boots, to pull out a halogen knife, the hilt igniting in pure hot light. It was set to low heat, so the “blade” appeared to be a red color with slightly orange hues. The Captain stored her phaser calmly back into her suit’s neural-weave pocket. Unlike Nsara and Tara, the Captain wasn’t wearing the uniform, she wore a blue flight suit that fully covered her curvy body, a parallel to Vipress’s black flight suit which was still unzipped and displaying her cleavage openly, which the Captain didn’t seem interested in at all. Vipress charged, she had the weapon, she had the offensive right, the Captain was required to defend. She started with a few precise swipes and jabs, aiming more to break apart the Captain’s stance than end the fight quickly. This proved to be a mistake as the Captain was far more aggressive than Vipress anticipated, waiting for the jab and then hooking her arm around Vipress’s, trapping her knife hand while delivering a knee to the gut.

Vipress grunted in surprise, she hadn’t actually fought a serious opponent like this in ages, and then grinned sadistically, dropping the knife and letting it fall, blade out, onto the Captain’s shoulder. The blonde cried out and flinched away from the searing hot halogen knife, releasing Vipress’s arm as the bounty hunter twisted to grab the fallen knife and end this quickly, but the Captain wasn’t as dumb as her hair color suggested. As she twisted away she managed to kick the knife with her heels, which looked a bit too high for a serious military woman to be wearing, and the halo-knife slide across the bar floor and out of reach. From that point on it was an all out close quarters combat duel. Vipress lashed out with practiced, powerful strikes that had crippled bigger and stronger opponents before, her lightning fast movements and surprisingly long reach due to her height usually overwhelmed anyone she actually had to fight, but the Captain here not only managed to block and counter using those long, toned legs and surprisingly robust arms, but seemed slightly faster, her training slightly more ingrained in her movements and instincts. Vipress realized that she’d neglected a bit of her training in favor of using tech and poison to win fights, and this Captain hadn’t.

“I’ll it Captain, you’re better than I am,” Vipress said with a wild grin, blocking a high kick with her arm and pivoting to a sweeping kick while the Captain was on only one leg.

“And yet you’re smiling…” the Captain retorted, hopping on her single heeled foot to turn into a spinning kick, pushing Vipress back towards the bar.

“Because I know something you don’t.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not using my suit enhancements.” Vipress suddenly zipped her suit up fully, straight to the neck, her neural-weave flight suit humming to life and providing an extra jolt of physiological boosts to her system. She wasn’t really stronger or faster, but with the neural-weave activating her brain could send signals to the suit itself instead of just her muscles, allowing the suit to help her perform whatever feats her brain told her body to do. She’d jump higher, hit harder, move quicker, and her reflexes would be enhanced two-fold. Vipress lashed out at the Captain, her movements tight and controlled. The Captain managed to block her strike, but grunted at the extra force now being applied. The Captain switched up her stance, effortlessly flowing into a more defensive fighting stance that allowed her to redirect Vipress’s attacks rather than block them fully, a stance used for fighting bigger, stronger opponents, especially other species of alien…but Vipress wasn’t about to let her get away so easily. She switched up her stance too, a fluid dance of a fighting style that targeted her opponent’s sides and legs, making redirecting her attacks nearly impossible.

“You’re good…” the Captain grunted, as Vipress pressed her up against the wall, ittedly enjoying how soft and warm her body was. Was this how her own body felt to others? No wonder every man in the galaxy wanted to cop a feel.

“I’ve hard a hard life Captain, you should know it isn’t easy to live in a galaxy like this with a body and face like ours.”

“I don’t actually…” Vipress blinked in surprise, she was not from this galaxy? Well, that would explain why Nsara didn’t know who she was. “But I have to tell you something…”

“Oh? Sing for me Captain…” Vipress purred directly into the Captain’s ear, reaching out her tongue for a little lick…

“I’m not using my suit enhancements either.” Suddenly the Captain’s blue flight suit hummed to life and Vipress found herself being pushed back by superior strength. Oh fuck! Vipress struck the Captain in the gut, but the beast of a woman just tanked the hit and struck back at Vipress’s leg. Her magnetic heels kept her on her feet, but she was off balance and had to retreat. The Captain closed the distance quickly, so quickly! Vipress managed to score a kick against the Captain’s side but the blonde managed to hit her solar plexus and then followed up with a punch to the face. Vipress felt blood on her lip and knew this wasn’t a fight she was going to win.

“Tell me your name…” Vipress asked, staring at the blonde picture of herself with a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Sam Stargazer,” the blonde said, breathing heavily. “And you?” Vipress smiled.

“Vipress, but I’ll have you calling me Mistress soon enough…” Sam smiled in an infuriatingly smug way that wiped Vipress’s grin off her face, as though the Captain knew something Vipress didn’t.

“Good luck with that,” Sam said before starting to advance on Vipress, who held up a hand quickly.

“Wait! I’ll it I’m approaching my limit physically, but I do have some tricks up my sleeve. I don’t know if I can beat you though, and I think you’re in the same boat. Why don’t we call it a draw this time Captain? You agree to let me go, and I’ll take my brainwashing equipment off your ally there and leave. You’re here for the Sexoid right? Up the hall, right in the center of the balcony there. I even have the keycard…” Vipress slowly moved to unzip her flight suit.

“Stop! What are you doing?” Sam asked, her voice powerful and authoritative, it was very sexy, even as those bright blue eyes instantly hardened with suspicion.

“I’m just grabbing the keycard, it’s stored in a pocket between my breasts. What? You don’t trust me?” Vipress cooed with a soft, lilting tone as she pushed her luck by tugging her zipper down a little more. Sam stepped back, half a step, not quite to back away, but because she was trying to expand her vision, looking for tricks, not getting sucked into Vipress’s seductive display with a narrow vision focused on her big, round, enticing cleavage. What a pity… “There, see? No tricks,” Vipress said, pulling the keycard from pocket on her neck, and using sleight of hand to untuck a Viper’s Kiss from the pocket in her wrist, hiding it behind the keycard, which she presented to Sam. “I give you this, and I walk out of here. Deal?”

“Lay it on the bar, then undo the mask from Nsara’s face,” Sam ordered, her tone delightfully commanding, and she seemed utterly unaware of how it was to hear her speak that way. Vipress complied, exaggeratedly putting the keycard on the bar, while keeping the Viper’s Kiss palmed. She bent over, purposefully showing off her plush ass and deactivated the Viper’s Hood on Nsara and stored it in her glove pocket, keeping half an eye on the Captain behind her, who wasn’t looking at her ass, but seemed to be scanning the area for traps. So alert, but there was a weakness after all… Too late to use it, but soon it wouldn’t matter.

“Am I free to go? Officer? Or are you going to cuff me?” Vipress preened, putting her wrists together, hands closed, Viper’s Kiss hiding inside one of them, presented to Sam.

“Fine. Get out of here,” Sam said, eyes darting to the bar where the keycard lay. Vipress used the distraction to tuck the Viper’s Kiss between her fingers and arm it. All she had to do now was place it on Sam’s body when she walked past on her way out.

“Till next time, Captain Samantha Stargazer,” Vipress said, miming tipping her hat with the hand not holding the Viper’s Kiss and walking briskly past the Captain, ready to give her a “friendly” pat on the ass as Sam said good-bye with her name, thus triggering the Viper’s Kiss on her own. Suddenly Sam spun around Vipress’s body and locked her arm around Vipress’s throat, cutting off her air. Vipress’s eyes widened, the Viper’s Kiss almost dropping from her fingers in shock as she reached up to grab Sam’s arm latching the Viper’s Kiss onto the Captain’s arm. Sam’s eyes glanced toward the small disc device but seemed unbothered by it, continuing to choke Vipress out.

“It doesn’t work on me.” Did this bimbo think she was resisting? It wasn’t even on! Vipress struggled to speak, struggled to say her own name so that she could deliver the payload, show this imposter a real good time, but she couldn’t breathe much less speak. Fuck! This Captain played a dirty trick! Weren’t military types supposed to be tight assed rule abiders?

“Captain… It’s all fucked… The mercenary Hope hired… More dangerous than you think… Can you read me?” A voice sounded in Vipress’s ear, but she didn’t recognize it. Vipress’s vision was going dark, oxygen couldn’t get to her brain, and even with her suit she couldn’t overpower the Captain. She swore, with her last moment of consciousness…she’d make Captain Sam Stargazer rue the day she came to this galaxy.

“Sounds like quite the adventure you had my little rebel,” Vivian Cloud said, now dressed in a bright red power suit, her skirt coming well below her knees, she even wore a black tie, drawing the eye easily in the sea of red. Alice Hope bristled under the weight of her employer’s gaze, shuffling nervously in her seat. “I hope you didn’t expect to get off with just a slap on the wrist…” Vivian purred seductively, leaning in close to the mousy young woman.

“Enough,” Sam said, stepping up to Alice’s side and getting Vivian to back away. “I think I have all the facts now concerning…” Sam turned to look at the fourth member of the meeting. The Sexoid it-herself? She was pale skinned with bright purple eyes and platinum blonde-white hair, just like the gynoids Sam and her crew encountered when she first met Vivian, only this one was of a clearly different design, her interlocking ts were much less obviously mechanical, though that was still there if you looked hard enough, and her hair was shorter, styled in a pixie cut, as well as…bigger boobs. She still wore the same skintight white bodysuit, only this didn’t seem to be a part of her design, but an actual outfit that could be changed out or modified based on preference. Of course, there was one other major difference…

“I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused…” she said, her speech not the broken language of the gynoids, but a smooth…well smoother version that almost sounded like real human speech. Almost. She was very deliberate with each word, overenunciating every syllable and she didn’t seem to like using contractions. It ended up sounding fine, but with a slight wrongness that made you double take sometimes. “I only wished to bring pleasure to Miss Hope, who has been going through some difficult times. She misses her husband and has had me replicate his specific matin—“

“Okay thank you!” Alice suddenly cut in blushing almost as red as Vivian’s power suit. “Why is this thing here? We don’t need it here to decide what to do with me…”

“SHE is here because SHE was as much a victim as me or this company,” Vivian said with a stern look to Alice, ruined by the smug grin she was always sporting. “In order to properly assess damages I need to properly assess her state of being as well.” Vivian then turned to the Sexoid with a saccharine grin. “How are you babygirl? Are your circuits clean? Did she to properly wash your synthetics behind the ears? Are you traumatized? Momma can fix that!”

“I am well Mother,” the Sexoid said, returning the smile. “Miss Hope was very attentive in my upkeep, just as I was very attentive in her—“

“So! We’ve established that I didn’t damage company property! The only reason I did this was to get you to stop and see that adding in all those hypnotic features just wasn’t worth it! Do we really want to supply this galaxy with a bunch of hypnotizing women designed for sexual pleasure?”

“Are you worried they’ll steal a bunch of husbands?” Vivian asked cruelly, her smile pure sadism. Alice gritted her teeth, but looked away in shame. Sam was starting to understand her thought process a bit better now… “I told you already, Sub-Tech is the LATEST in cutting edge hypnotic technology. If we don’t push the envelope, we’ll get left behind, and someone else will.

“But it will hurt people…” Vivian, Sam, and Alice all blinked in shock as the Sexoid spoke. “I have been speaking with Miss Hope Mother; she has been open with me during our intimate sessions. She speaks of the pain of losing her husband, and of not knowing whether or not he left because of an external influence, or whether the cause was internal to Miss Hope herself. I confess that I do not know the answer either. I have not seen the breadth of this galaxy, nor have I experienced the people I am to provide pleasure and satisfaction to. I am ignorant, but I am programmed to not wish them harm, and I…feel that this programming is good.” Everyone just stared for a moment, causing the Sexoid to blush, or at least mimic a blush. Was she doing that on purpose?

“Oh babygirl…” Vivian cooed in an almost…motherly way. “That’s not good. You won’t be able to give people good fucks with all those moral quandaries clogging your circuits! Don’t worry, Momma will give you a good brain scrubbing and we can put you through the mass production process afterward. Does that sound good?”

“Whatever you wish Mother.”

“After we factory reset her we should take out some of the more invasive hypnotic features. Vivian please…” Alice pleaded, both Vivian and Alice moving on from wiping the Sexoid’s brain of all its memories, of all its growth, so quickly.

“Wait…” Sam didn’t meant to speak up, but something in her gut felt that this was…wrong. Vivian, Alice, and the Sexoid turned to her and she quickly smoothed her face out to a confident Captain’s expression. “If this Sexoid really is a person, as you claim Miss Cloud, then wiping her memory as she’s begun to explore herself as a thinking being isn’t right.” Vivian grinned and gave Sam a condescending look.

“What do you suggest Captain? Send her out into the world to ‘find herself?’ A galaxy known for mind control, designed to literally be sex on legs? Not my babygirl! You’re right that it isn’t an ideal situation, but I’d rather not keep her locked away in a tower like a fairy tale princess, yearning for some prince to set her free who will never come. That would be wrong.”

“I…I’ll watch over her…” Sam said hesitantly. Did she really want to bring a Sexoid on board her ship? But she came here to help the people of this galaxy, to break this cycle of mind control as the norm… How could she claim to be doing that if she turned away the first person she saw in trouble just because it was inconvenient, or unusual… Vivian’s eyes seemed to light up and she immediately started thinking, eyes darting around the room, looking onto the Sexoid, then Sam, and a wide grin spread over her face.

“You can’t be serious…” Alice said, staring at Vivian in horror.

“This could be perfect actually… One of the biggest obstacles in crafting a convincing personality profile is data absorption. I’ve been having her use my employees as ways to learn about sentient interactions, but gathering data from across the galaxy would be so much better… My little girl ing the peacekeepers wasn’t something I expected… Ah, they grow up so fast! Very well, Captain Stargazer, please do keep good care of my babygirl, and be sure to visit! I’ll want to calibrate and view her data logs to make sure she doesn’t pick up on anything…weird. Oh and I hear those Sub-Tech heels worked out very well for you, didn’t they? I’ll give you some for my baby and I’ll have to get something special ready for you for your next visit. How fun!”

Honestly Sam was expecting her to say no and that would be that, but suddenly Sam just got a new recruit. The Sexoid looked at Sam with a calculating gaze of purple, before looking back to Vivian. “I am…happy that you are allowing me to keep my memories Mother. I thank you and…hope to make you proud.”

“Oh babygirl… I’m more proud than you could possibly know! Well, then there’s just Alice’s punishment for kidnapping my daughter…”

“K-kidnapping?! D-daughter?! H-hang on!”

“Hehehe just kidding. Don’t look so pale. I won’t be filing charges, but I will be putting you to work. You’ll be so busy you won’t have any time to think about your single life. Oh, and no pay increase this year. I think that’s fair…” Sam thought it was remarkably generous given the circumstances.

On her way back to the ship, Sexoid in tow, Sam was kind of at a loss for words. She didn’t even know what to call her? Sexoid? Miss Sexoid? Did she have a unit number? Please say it wasn’t unit #69... Sam had already had it up to here with Peacekeeper base #69 and anymore sixty nines in her life would really test her flexibility, mentally obviously.

“So…” Sam started out, not really sure what to say but trusting her brain to come up with something. “Do you have a name?”

“Name… A name is a word or set of words by which a person, animal, place, or thing is known, addressed, or referred to,” the Sexoid said as though reading out of a dictionary…which she probably was. “In reference to a thing a name is assigned to that object by an authority figure… In reference to a person, a name is given at birth, usually by a parent. Captain am I a thing, or a person?” the Sexoid asked, those huge purple eyes staring up at her.

“You’re a person,” Sam said without hesitation. “If you want we can go back and have Vivian give you a name.”

“That will not be necessary Captain. Mother has already designated a name for me. You may call me: Babygirl.”

This is going to be a long mission…

Vivian virtually pranced along her private office floor, radiating smug glory in the very dimly lit room. Everything was going so much better than she could’ve possibly hoped. It was like the entire universe had suddenly decided that she was the main protagonist and now it all revolved around her and her designs. A soft alert from one of her personal gynoids alerted her to a visitor she was expecting. Vivian beamed brightly and made a smooth gesture with her fingertips, the usually invisible neural-plastic fingertips glowed a bright white as she opened the door to it an older gentleman wearing a police uniform, escorting into her office a very familiar face, in more ways than one.

“Welcome back,” Vivian said as Vipress entered her office for the second time, the gynoid assistant leading the officer away with glowing eyes and instructions on what to , and forget.

“It went sideways…” Vipress said, frown lines marring that pretty face.

“Did it now?” Vivian chortled, closing the door with a wave of her fingers and locking down her office from all forms of surveillance known to sentient species. “I it, I didn’t think the Captain would actually beat you when I sent her your way. It seemed like a good way of dealing with a potential problem, but when she came back with Hope and my Babygirl in tow and said she sent you to the local authorities to be prosecuted well… I swear my jaw hit the floor!”

“You seem awfully happy despite the fact that your plan just blew up in your face…” Vipress said, those bright blue eyes, so similar to Captain Stargazer, stared at her suspiciously.

“Well you know what they say. When a forcefield comes up, another goes down. Yes, the original plan of having you get Ms. Hope addicted to Babygirl’s…services so that she’ll focus less on those silly hang ups she has and more on obeying me, and then ‘stealing’ Babygirl to bring her around the galaxy to complete my grand design has failed…but, thanks to a bit of clever improv by yours truly, the grand design is still proceeding as planned, with Babygirl subconsciously scanning all over the galaxy under the protection of the lovely Captain Stargazer. As for Ms. Hope…” Vivian mimed pushing a button in the air, bringing up a video screen of a young woman with mousy brown hair bound and gagged, naked except for a visor over her head, drooling as she was fucked silly by several automated mechanical devices. “She’s learning never to cross me…”

Vivian realized that she’d said that last line a bit too seriously, Vipress was getting a little jumpy. The gorgeous raven-haired bombshell took a step towards her. “Are you telling me the Captain’s off limits?” Oh no, it wasn’t ‘jumpy’ it was ‘aggravated.’ Vivian spent her time around simpering fools too much, she was forgetting how to recognize the aggression of a true predator. “She beat me, once, I was caught off guard, but I’m not going to sit on the sidelines and watch her run around playing super cop just because you have plans. I don’t care how much you pay me. I’m the best fucking mercenary in the galaxy. Everyone knows my name, and everyone knows NEVER to fuck with me. I will keep my reputation.”

“Calm down,” Vivian rolled her eyes, so dramatic… “The only thing I need is for Babygirl to roam around the galaxy collecting data, which she’ll do without even noticing. Whether she accompanies Stargazer or you, or someone else makes no difference to me. Have at the Captain all you want, but you’re not to touch my Babygirl. Understand?” Vivian asked, her voice deathly quiet. Vipress seemed unimpressed, despite the fact that she had yet to retrieve all her fun little toys, while Vivian was in the center of her power.

“I’m a mercenary, not an employee. I work for you on MY , not yours.” Vivian raised her other hand, the neural-plastic glowed purple and the dimly lit room began to light up with dozens of purple, glowing eyes. Vipress, slid into a fighting stance, eyes trained on Vivian herself. She was going down, but not without taking out Vivian first.

“Do you know the biggest difference between you and Captain Stargazer?” Vivian asked, taking a bold step forward.

“Our hair color?”

“Hohoho!” Vivian laughed luxuriously before doing her best to look down on the much taller woman. “She thinks she’s immune to mind control. You know you aren’t.” For the first time since meeting her years ago, which would’ve been something Alice Hope likely would’ve preferred to know, Vipress looked shaken. She hid it quickly, but it was there. Vivian’s deep, and expensive, espionage had been worth the price tag. “The biggest difference between you and I, is that you love being the baddest bitch out there, and you’ll take any other bad bitch to the mat to stay on top. I, on the other hand, don’t like to fight everyone and everything in my way. I prefer having all those bad bitches on my side, helping me achieve my goals rather than acting as obstacles to them.” Vivian dropped her hands and suddenly the lights came on and the purple eyes vanished, showing them both to be alone in her office. “The privilege of knowing they’re helping me just means I like them.” Vivian extended a hand to Vipress, who looked at it skeptically, then glanced at the screen where a nude, drooling Alice Hope was still being…reeducated.

“I go after Stargazer, and leave your little pet project alone. You provide me with more equipment. Those heels were surprisingly pretty useful.”

“Stargazer said the same thing actually… Hehe, that’s fine with me. I love having willing guinea pigs- I mean beta testers giving me good .” Vipress just rolled her eyes and chose to ignore Vivian’s little jest.

“So what is your secret project anyway?” Vivian’s smile became positively feral.

“Why, nothing less than universal domination of course.” Vipress thought she was being coy.