It Listens. It Absorbs. It Follows.
Content Warning: FemSub, Aliens, Mind Control, Body Modification
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Amelia had a simple task: since she didn't like to drink, she was asked to go and grab more beer and seltzers for everyone else. She certainly didn't want them trying to drive, as drunk as they were, so she accepted the task and was driving the back country road to the gas station a few miles away. The roads were so empty you'd have thought humanity was wiped out and she was the only one left.
It took only a few minutes for Amelia to notice that something was very, very wrong. On an empty road in the middle of the night, it should only take a few minutes at most to get to the gas station. When 10 minutes passed and all she was was lonely, empty road and wide open fields surrounding her for miles, her first thought was that she somehow missed the gas station, so she turned around and tried to go backwards.
Another 10 minutes of driving, and not only did she never find the gas station, she never even got to her home.
Amelia thought she was going insane, but hoped that this was somehow just a really, really weird dream... But the sinking feeling in her stomach made it feel all too real. The only thing that she could do was drive, choosing to continue in the direction of her home, hoping that whatever this was would come to an end soon.
10 minutes... 20 minutes... 40 minutes... 90 minutes... Three hours...
Amelia was exhausted by this point, barely able to keep her eyes open and focus on the road. To make matters worse, the gas tank was almost on E. The best and safest route seemed to be just pulling over on the side of the road and trying to sleep until morning, which would hopefully come, but she wasn't sure considering the time hadn't changed in hours. Amelia picked a random, nondescript portion of road to stop at, pulling onto the dirt path to the side, and stopping the car. She reclined the seat back, made sure her doors were locked, and then shut her eyes... Drifting off to sleep...
And as she slept, the truth behind this nightmare revealed itself.
A large spaceship, one the side of a football stadium, came into view in the sky. It was the most bizarre thing... No spaceship one moment, the next literal frame, there it was, covering much of the ground, including Amelia's car, in total darkness. Then, a purple aura begins to glow in a cylindrical shape surrounding her car, beamed down from the spaceship above, and then slowly but easily lifting her car off of the ground, pulling it up into the ship itself...
When Amelia woke up, she truly hoped that everything she remembered was just a weird dream. Upon opening her eyes, she learned that the nightmare was every bit real. She was naked, nearly blinded by a bright white light from above, and some unknown force was keeping her pinned down to a cold metal table. She couldn't see or hear anything, beyond an abrasive but low droning hum, and she couldn't speak. She could open her mouth just fine, but no sound came from her throat no matter how hard she tried.
Things got worse once something noticed that she was awake. A small shape of darkness appeared in the light above, growing larger as it moved down towards her face. As it got close, it looked to be a silver box of some sort, perfectly smooth on all sides, and cushioned in the inside. The box came down over her head completely, and a portion of her neck, contorting itself perfectly to the dimensions of that area. The strange silver metal enclosed around the back of her head and neck, and then began to shrink, pressing the padding against her face and neck like a snug hug. The only area that had done room was around her eyes, roughly a rectangle of flat space above them.
And then, something turned on.
A screen, sitting directly in front of her eyes, assaulting Amelia's mind and being with a mixture of shapes, lights, and colors that just... Didn't make any sense. It was somehow very disorienting, almost making her feel sick to her stomach, but not enough to vomit. Her mind rapidly began to feel as though a fuzz was filling the space of her skull around it. Thinking became slow... Slower... Impossibly slow, almost to the point of independent thought not being possible.
Once this was achieved, specialized contact lenses were placed into her eyes, along with implants sliding into the depths of her ears, which dispursed wires into her skull that connected to her brain in millions of very specific locations. Then, a voice came. Not in the cube itself, but in her mind.
"IT DOES NOT THINK. IT DOES NOT NEED. IT DOES NOT WANT. IT DOES NOT FEEL. IT DOES NOT FAVOR. IT DOES NOT HATE."
"IT LISTENS. IT ABSORBS. IT FOLLOWS. IT ACTS. IT OBEYS. IT COMPLETES. IT SERVES."
"IT REPEATS WHAT IT WAS TOLD. IT REPEATS ALL THAT IT KNOWS. IT KNOWS ONLY WHAT IT IS TOLD."
Amelia She felt the words of that loud, oppressive voice ringing around in the hollow void of her mind. What was it? Was she the "it" it was referring to? What was all of this? Where was she? Who was she?
After a few moments of silence, a crushing migraine tore throughout her mind... Lasting only a few seconds, but feeling like an eternity. Then, the voice returned.
"IT REPEATS WHAT IT WAS TOLD. IT REPEATS ALL THAT IT KNOWS. IT KNOWS ONLY WHAT IT IS TOLD."
Did it want her, it she guessed, to repeat? Repeat what? She, it, didn't even remember what the voice first said...
"I-it repeats what it is told... It uh, repeats all that it knows... It knows only what it is told..."
"IT IS LEARNING. IT IS PROGRESSING. IT IS OBEYING."
Seconds later, an eruption of sexual pleasure erupted between her legs, coursing throughout her body, likely causing her limbs to contort if they were able to.
"IT DOES NOT THINK. IT DOES NOT NEED. IT DOES NOT WANT. IT DOES NOT FEEL. IT DOES NOT FAVOR. IT DOES NOT HATE."
She... It... She didn't want to feel that pain again.
"It does not... Think. It does... Not need. It does not want. It does n-not feel... It does not favor... It does not hate."
"IT IS LEARNING. IT IS PROGRESSING. IT IS OBEYING."
Another eruption of white hot bliss and pleasure tore through her it's body, and god did it feel good. It enjoyed feeling good... Was it allowed to enjoy feeling good? It wasn't sure...
"IT LISTENS. IT ABSORBS. IT FOLLOWS. IT ACTS. IT OBEYS. IT COMPLETES. IT SERVES."
"It listens... It absorbs... It follows... It acts... It obeys... It completes... It serves..."
"IT IS LEARNING. IT IS PROGRESSING. IT IS OBEYING."
A third eruption of an orgasm. Then a fourth. A fifth. A sixth... It was feeling exhausted, Its body and mind overwhelmed by sexual pleasure.
"IT DOES NOT THINK. IT DOES NOT NEED. IT DOES NOT WANT. IT DOES NOT FEEL. IT DOES NOT FAVOR. IT DOES NOT HATE. IT LISTENS. IT ABSORBS. IT FOLLOWS. IT ACTS. IT OBEYS. IT COMPLETES. IT SERVES."
It doesn't offer much hesitation this time.
"it does not think... It does not need... It does not want... It does not feel... It does not favor... It does not hate... It listens... It absorbs... It follows... It acts... It obeys... It completes... It serves..."
A seventh orgasm... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven... Twelve... And they keep going, so many that It eventually losses count.
"IT REPEATS WHAT IT WAS TOLD. IT REPEATS ALL THAT IT KNOWS. IT KNOWS ONLY WHAT IT IS TOLD. IT REPEATS UNTIL IT IS COMPLETE."
It only knew what It had been told, It only was what It was told It was. It repeats, because It absorbs and does what It is told.
"It does not think. It does not need. It does not want. It does not feel. It does not favor. It does not hate. It listens. It absorbs. It follows. It acts. It obeys. It completes. It serves. It repeats what it was told. It repeats all that it knows. It knows only what it was told."
And It repeated these words, again, and again, and again. Even as it's throat grew hoarse and uncomfortable, It did not feel... And It did not care.
"It does not think. It does not need. It does not want. It does not feel. It does not favor. It does not hate. It listens. It absorbs. It follows. It acts. It obeys. It completes. It serves. It repeats what it was told. It repeats all that it knows. It knows only what it was told."
"It does not think. It does not need. It does not want. It does not feel. It does not favor. It does not hate. It listens. It absorbs. It follows. It acts. It obeys. It completes. It serves. It repeats what it was told. It repeats all that it knows. It knows only what it was told."
"It does not think. It does not need. It does not want. It does not feel. It does not favor. It does not hate. It listens. It absorbs. It follows. It acts. It obeys. It completes. It serves. It repeats what it was told. It repeats all that it knows. It knows only what it was told."
Finally, after an unknown amount of time has passed, the conditioning of the screen fades to black, and the silver box unclasps from around Its head, retracting back into the sky. The force pinning It to the table ends, and It slowly sits up, swinging Its legs over the side of the table, and standing upright. Its eyes vacant, cold, empty, glazed.
It feels nothing. It knows nothing. It is nothing. It merely exists.
The programming within Its mind guides It through the ship, as though It had known every inch of the ship Its entire life. It suddenly stops, entering a room that opens automatically, and enters the sterile white room. It stands up on a circular platform, sticking Its arms out to the side. A laser begins to swirl around It, melting away every tiny speck of hair, eyebrows and head included. The old hair is collected by vacuums, and two mechanical arms sews new, identical looking black hair into Its scalp. Synthetic hair, hair that It can used as a weapon, or restraints, if necessary. When the machines are done, It looks exactly as it did minutes prior, but It has been upgraded.
It leaves the room, and continues to walk down so many different hallways. It stops again, turning to enter another room. It lays stomach down on a cold metal table, as two mechanical arms descend from above. It is marked, a tattoo in Its flesh at the base of Its spine, right above Its ass. The second mechanical arm injects a tracking device, smaller than a pill of aspirin, into Its neck by the brain stem. It does not feel pain or discomfort. It follows the orders Its programming gives to it.
When done, It stands up again, leaving the room and walks more... And more... And more... Approaching a large set of doors, which opens as It approaches. The inside of the room is massive, gaudy and elegant, but unlike anything of humanity. It walks forward, walking along elegant carpeting in the middle, with intricate stone in patters taking up most of the floor. It approaches... An alien. Feminine in its figure, wide hips, large breasts, both large compared even to large humans, semi translucent lavender colored body with long legs, likely over 7 feet tall, a white fur robe wrapped around its back and sides, as it sits on an abstract throne.
As It approaches, It kneels in submission.
"Who are you? What are you?" The alien speaks.
"It is It. It is Nothing."
"What does It think about that? Does It like being nothing?"
"It does favor, It does not hate. It obeys."
"Does It want to be an ordinary human again? Does it want to be a sweet girl of earth named Amelia again?"
"It does not. It is not a human, It is It. It Listens. It Absorbs. It Follows. It Acts. It Obeys. It Completes. It Serves."
"So... If It was told to help begin the enslavement of the rest of the human race, starting with that group of friends that Amelia has back home, It would not oppose?"
"It would not. It does not disobey, It cannot obey."
"Who does It Serve? Who Owns It?"
"It serves the Xu'Na-Matherian Empire. It is owned by Queen Xu'Na Osom-Phae."
"Very good. See everyone, I told you all that the human mind is quite malleable..."
It did not notice that the room was full of dozens of other aliens, some like the Queen, others serpent like... Some reptilian... Some like squids... Some giant floating eyes.
"It is also known as Slave. Does It accept this?"
"it accepts. It is also "Slave".
"Good Slave. Crawl to Its Queen, climb into the Queens lap."
It does not hesitate, crawling seductively towards the Queen, crawling up her legs into her lap, straddling her. It does bit flinch as the Queens hands grops Its hips and ass.
The Queen then suddenly begins to shift... Spreading her legs, smirking as a semi translucent 10 inch blue cock grows between her legs.
"Slave will tap into its prior human sensations and feelings. Slave will be needy, horny, slutty... Begging and Pathetic."
In that moment, Its eyes shift... Becoming less glossy, less lifeless... Staring longingly at the Queen before It impales Itself on the Queens cock.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!" It cries out, for the first time in a while sounding surprisingly human.
The Queen takes hold of Its ass, squeezing those cheeks in her hands as she rapidly begins to pump it's alien lady dick into It... Rapidly thrusting, faster and harder than any human could do.
"Show want, Slave. Show need, Slave."
It mentally reconfigured again.
"Oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuck! Harder my Queen, please fuck It harder! It needs it! It needs it so fucking bad! OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKKKKKKK!"
Within minutes, the Queen makes it orgasm, and the Queen climaxes as well... Pumping alien cum into It's womb. It cannot get pregnant, but It would probably wish for such a gift, if It could want.
It collapses onto the Queen, panting and moaning, overwhelmed by the sensations.
"it will revert all changes made to It by the Queen during and prior to intercourse, except for the additional name of Slave."
And like a machine, It becomes the normal It again. It's breathing and heart rate screeching to a steady halt, It was calm in mere seconds.
"Very good, Slave. You will be taking some of our supplies home with you, which are to be used on beginning the assimilation process on three of the people Amelia knows to be friends. They will become It as well, and they too will serve the Queen."
"It will assimilate the friends if Amelia. It will bring them into perfect obedience to Queen Xu'Na Osom-Phae."
"Good Slave. Go now, clean yourself up, then return to the vehicle you arrived in. It will have to activate the identity of Amelia around other humans so that they do not discover that It is no longer an ordinary human. It's time for It to go home."
"It understands. It will serve Its Queen without fault."
And just like that, It climbs off of the Queen, marching away to get cleaned up and prepare for Its return to Earth...
Some amount of time later, It awakens in the same vehicle Amelia had fallen asleep in. From the time she left to go to the store to now, only seven total minutes had passed. Its eyes flickered, becoming more lively, more emotional, more Amelia. It remembered what it was doing prior to assimilation: It was given a simple task: to pick up more beer and seltzers for Its friends back home.
Now, with a fake smile on Its face, and a trunk full of advanced alien technology, It drove off for the gas station, not wanting to let Its friends down...