Anxiety gnawed at the edges of Trish’s mind as she sat with her friends in Marigold’s room. It was way nicer than Trish’s small hab room, which was nothing more than a cramped bedroom. Marigold being an archaeologist specialist gave her more privileges than a lowly guard like her, which meant she had her own private bathroom as well as an actual living room, set up with couches and a huge TV. But it wasn’t jealousy that was making Trish so tense. Usually Trish loved coming over to hang out in Marigold’s room to talk gossip or watch old movies, but Trish still couldn’t shake what had happened to her with Dr. Katz.
    How the doctor and her brainwashed nurse Abena had tried to wipe her mind with a mind control helmet and turn her into a happy, mindless sex slave.
    Except they didn’t. Trish wasn’t mindless, a sex slave, and certainly wasn’t feeling happy. They’d let her leave so casually, and hadn’t seemed to tell anyone about what had happened. How Trish had gotten so turned on by the helmet’s digital projection of the giant alien woman, along with Dr. Katz and Abena teasing her helpless body, that she’d came hard and left a soaking mess in the chair.
    Except when she ripped the helmet off Dr. Katz wasn’t teasing her tits, and Abena wasn’t mindlessly eating her out.
    None of it had happened.
    But she’d felt it. It had been so real. So wonderful. Trish had masturbated at least twenty times in the last week to the memory of it. Or was it the fantasy of it? It couldn’t be a memory if it hadn’t actually happened, right?
    Trish had stayed distant from everyone, watching all of the women around her for signs that they were secretly brainwashed nurses coming to drag her to Dr. Katz and finish the job. Only everyone acted normal. When she’d run into Dr. Katz in the cafeteria she’d behaved like her usual, reserved self, with no hint that Trish had escaped her evil plan.
    Not to mention Abena acted like her normal lazy self too. She’d sidled right up to Trish in the hallway, casually telling her all about the latest gossip as if nothing strange had happened at all. And yet when Trish had peeked in on the medical bay when Abena was working she saw the girl back in the sexy nurse uniform, hair up in a bun and make up worn just like Dr. Katz. She had that blank look, that empty smile on her face. But as soon as her shift was over Abena that professional blank mask slipped off and she acted just like normal Abena. So was she brainwashed and hiding it? Or was she just trying to act professional? Not that there was anything professional about the short skirt on her new uniform. But no one else had complained about it.
    And no one else acted brainwashed. So what the fuck was going on?
    “Feels like a horror movie, right?”
    Trish shot upright in her seat. “What?”
    “I said it feels like a horror movie kind of night, right?” Marigold said with an easy smile. The chubby girl was reclined back on one of her two couches. Trish had pulled up a chair, deciding to let Marigold have the couch to herself since she still had the terrifying/arousing worry that Marigold would suddenly grab her with a blank expression, telling her that it was time to become a good blank nurse for Dr. Katz.
    Trish shivered. “M-maybe we should watch a comedy instead?”
    Marigold gave her an adorable smile. “Sounds good to me. What do you think girls?”
    On the other couch were Danielle and Katie, the two girls making out and oblivious to everything around them. Trish was surprised that Marigold had invited them. Usually it felt like Trish was her only friend on the station, but Trish was happy to see her opening up and connecting with more people. Although she’d gotten weirdly close to Danielle and Katie over the week. Trish almost always found the three girls together, giggling over some inside joke.
    Like how they were all brainwashed slaves, waiting for Trish to lower her guard so that they could drag her to Dr. Katz. Or drag her directly to the alien goddess floating in her tank. The three of them with blank eyes and wide smiles, tearing off Trish’s clothes then tossing her right into the tank. Trish sinking into the sweet blue water as the giant goddess pressed in, eyes glowing as she wiped Trish’s mind away completely.
    Trish shook her head. That was crazy. There was no brainwashing going on. There were no slaves worshipping a giant sexy alien woman. It was just a normal giant sexy alien woman in a tank, and a perfectly boring space station filled with boring, non-slave engineers and scientists. It should be crazy to Trish just how boring her life on this alien world really is.
    And all the erotic hints at a brainwashing conspiracy were just the results of her frustrated libido.
    “Hey Trish, can I see your tablet?”
    Trish’s hand fell protectively to the small tablet on her belt. Was Marigold going to put a computer virus into it, one that would flash a spiral and leave her drooling and mindless, utterly helpless as she was reprogrammed?
    Okay, now she really was getting crazy. Trish shoved down her ridiculous fears and handed Marigold her tablet.
    “Thanks! I can’t decide on a movie, and I don’t think they’ll be any help.” Marigold waved over to the necking couple, still going hot and heavy as if they had the room to themselves. “So I’ll just throw on one of your movies.”
    That made perfect sense. No sinister ulterior motives at all. So why was Trish’s stomach tying in knots? Why did she suspect everyone around her of being oh so arousingly brainwashed? Her imagination was a bit much, but it had never been this overstimulated.
    Almost like someone had messed with her head, throwing her mind control fantasies into overdrive.
    Trish slapped her forehead. “Get a grip,” she whispered. “Every thing’s fine. Every thing’s cool. You’re-”
    “Falling under my spell,” a dominant woman suddenly announced. Trish went rigid, her body hot and cold all at once. She knew that voice. Knew it so intimately. But there was no way it was real.
    Trish pulled her hands away and looked up to see her worst nightmare unfolding. The big screen television was filled with a black and white scene, all color drained away. A woman stood regally on the screen, in a white dress and jewelry of two golden snakes running up each arm. She wore a snake crown and an imperious smile, her eyes staring intensely right into Trish’s soul.
    “You cannot resist. You cannot escape. From now on you are my slave. You will obey your Snake Goddess.”
    A grainy spiral began to play over the Snake Goddess as if trying to hypnotize them all.
    Trish sat with her jaw dropped in disbelief.
    Beside her Marigold gasped. “Ooh, this looks good.”
    Danielle and Katie peeled apart from each other, and Trish saw their eyes wide and excited. “Damn, she’s hot.”
    “Really is. I’d definitely serve her,” Katie said, with all three girls laughing.
    Trish didn’t laugh. How could she laugh when one of her biggest secrets just got revealed like this? Why did it have to be the Snake Goddess?
    The movie was a forgotten ancient film called Slaves to the Snake Goddess. Terrible in almost every way except for the gorgeous woman who played the titular Snake Goddess, with an emphasis on the tits. Trish had stumbled across it one day online, and the scene where the Snake Goddess entrances the heroine into becoming her helpless slave had been one of the hottest things that Trish had ever seen. She never even watched the rest of the movie anymore. Just played this scene on repeat, vibrator pressed against her clit as she imagined that the movie really could hypnotize her. That the Snake Goddess might emerge from the screen to really claim her.
    It was one of her favorite masturbation aids. And now it was playing for the other girls to see, cued up to the part that always made her cum.
    “What’s this movie, Trish?”
    Trish was gripping the edge of the chair, knuckles white, and didn’t hear Katie’s question. So Katie shrugged and looked over to Danielle.
    “What’s this movie, Danielle?”
    Marigold checked Trish’s tablet. “It’s called Slaves to the Snake Goddess. Guess you were already partway through it, Trish.”
    “Y-yeah,” Trish muttered. She remembered so clearly pausing the movie, cumming as she imagined shoving her face into the Goddess’ tits as her mind melted completely. She’d shut it off and washed up right after.
    “Let’s start it from the beginning!” Katie shouted, with Danielle cheering.
    “No!”
    All three girls turned to stare at Trish, who’d leapt up from her chair so fast that she’d knocked it over. Trish stood there, pale and shaky, as the Snake Goddess kept droning on.
    “You will obey me. You are my slave. You cannot resist. You cannot escape.”
    “What’s wrong, Trish?”
    “N-nothing,” muttered Trish. Did they know what she did to herself while this scene played? Could they sense it? No, they couldn’t, Trish realized as they stared at her like she was crazy. They didn’t have the same fetish as her. They didn’t see a sexy woman wanting to enslave you to her will and get wet like she did. They didn’t fuck themselves to fantasies of spirals and collars and mindless chants of devotion. To them it was just a silly scene. She was the weird one.
    “I just- it’s a really cheesy movie. And I already watched the first half, so it’d be, just, really boring to watch it over. So, um, how about we watch something else?”
    “Boo,” Katie and Danielle cried in unison. “We wanna watch this snake lady and her tits more.”
    “They don’t show her tits,” Trish told them, unable to hold the disappointment out of her own voice. “This movies from the 20th century, so I don’t think they could even show tits outside of porn.”
    At that Katie’s face fell. “Aww, that sucks.”
    Trish let out a pained sigh. “Tell me about it.” She’d give anything to have seen the Snake Goddess naked. She’d even looked up everything else the actress had done but her top stayed firmly, frustratingly in place in her few film credits.
    “Well we can still watch it and fantasize, right?” Danielle suggested, trying to be helpful.
    Katie nodded, humming and smile. “Yeah. We can totally pretend to be her slaves.”
    “Her sex slaves,” helpful Danielle suggested. She hugged her arms around Katie and pulled her close. “I bet she’d totally have sex slaves.”
    “And we’d be all, ‘Oh yes, Goddess. We’re your sexy slaves. We will do anything for you.’” They broke up laughing, but Trish stood there trembling. That was so close to her fantasy that it hurt.
    Only Marigold seemed to notice how uncomfortable Trish was. “Hey, let’s watch something else instead.”
    “You must serve my will,” the Snake Goddess declared from the screen.
    ‘I must serve your will,’ is what Trish usually moaned, on the verge of cumming.
    Then to her shock Katie and Danielle both said, “I must serve your will.”
    Trish whipped her head around to stare at them. The couple was smiling, nudging each other playfully. They had no clue that she’d just thought it. How could they?
    “You are now my slaves.”
    ‘I am now your slave,’ Trish wanted to say, the impulse so strong. She’d almost trained it into herself by now.
    Katie and Danielle wiped their smiles away, putting on approximations of mindless devotions. In hollow, zombie voices they cried, “I am now your slaaaave.”
    Trish had never wanted to touch herself so badly.
    “I am now your slave.”
    Trish turned and saw Marigold sitting up on the couch. Her face was blank. Really, truly blank. Entranced. She sat staring up at the Snake Goddess, with a true face of mindless devotion.
    Trish couldn’t stop herself from whimpering.
    Which is when Marigold blushed, the illusion of trance broken. “Hey, why can’t I get in on the fun too?”
    “You were great,” Katie cheered.
    “Totally. You really sounded hypnotized.”
    “Aw thanks,” Marigold giggled. All three of them were laughing, while Trish stood there dripping wet and feeling utterly exposed.
    Danielle suddenly snapped her fingers. “Start the scene over! We can all totally play the part like we’re brainwashed.”
    “That sounds like a blast!” Katie turned and kissed Danielle.
    “What do you think Trish?” Marigold asked as she looked up at her, smiling so innocently. “Want to be slaves to the Snake Goddess with us?”
    “I- I-” Trish didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to do. They wouldn’t really be brainwashed. They’d just be pretending. Her three hot friends, talking like they were entranced. Muttering the same mantras to the Snake Goddess that Trish had memorized by heart. Her fantasy of being a slave amplified with all four of them acting blank and reciting the words of their Snake Goddess.
    And they wouldn’t know. Couldn’t know that she’d be getting off to it.
    She could hear Marigold saying she was a slave.
    She could hear Katie and Danielle both admitting that they were mindless and helpless.
    Trish could say out loud to others that she had to serve the will of her Goddess.
    It was so perfect. So wonderfully, wickedly perfect for her to get off to.
    And so minutes later Trish sat slumped in her chair, painfully horny and cursing herself for being a coward as the romantic comedy played on the screen. Katie and Danielle were laughing about the quirky female lead, while Marigold criticized about how old movies shoved hetero-normative couples into everything. While Trish just kept running the fantasy of all four of them entranced, slaves to the Snake Goddess that were ready to serve without question. She wanted to run to the bathroom and fuck herself silly. But she just knew everyone would know what she was doing. So she sat there frustrated and uncomfortably wet, only praying that she wouldn’t leave another sticky mess behind in another chair.
    Trish never noticed the secret smiles passing between the other three girls. Had no idea that they were moaning and getting off in a psychic link between them. Marigold, Katie and Danielle fucked themselves and moaned those mantras of devotion over and over, as Carrie gave them a mental projection of the Snake Goddess that they could truly submit to.
    “I really thought she’d go for it,” Marigold moaned. She wanted to help Trish cum, but she had to admit teasing her best friend like this was insanely hot. Through Carrie’s psychic power she could actually feel how desperately horny Trish was. It left her cumming so hard.
    Carrie was stroking Marigold’s tits, gazing adorably at the frustrated Trish that had no clue about the orgy happening just a mental state away in the same room. “Trish is just afraid of revealing her interests. She’s so scared of being rejected. But we’ll help her, won’t we slaves?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” they cried in unison. In reality they all sat there on their couches, cumming without showing any sign of it to Trish.
    “We’ll fill the whole station with perverted fantasies made real. Help everyone be free to express their desires. Soon Trish will know that she won’t have to hide her fantasies anymore.”
    Marigold moaned. She was currently wrapped around the leg of the Snake Goddess, the black and white woman smirking down at her as Marigold humped desperately. “And that’s when we’ll capture her?”
    Carrie floated beside Trish, running an intangible hand through her mind. Amping her arousal just a little more. Fueling her fantasies and frustrations. “There won’t be any escape for you, my love.”
    She kissed the back of Trish’s neck.
    Trish rubbed at the back of her neck and glanced around, but there was nothing there. She clenched her thighs tight, already knowing that she’d ruined another pair of panties. She just wished she could get herself off right now. But there was no chance of that with the others in the room. For a second she had a vision of herself and Marigold humping the legs of the Snake Goddess, proving how pathetically low they were beneath her. Katie fucked Danielle behind them, both girls completely entranced. And Carrie was there too, dressed in lingerie and jewelry. Spreading the word of the Goddess. Serving the Goddess in capturing more slaves, like she was a high priest. 
    Trish saw herself crawling to Carrie, begging her to wipe her mind too. Thanking her for brainwashing her friends. Asking her to brainwash everyone else, make them horny slaves just like her.
    And in the fantasy Carrie stroked her cheek and smiled wide. “I’ve already begun, my love. You’ll see the truth soon enough.” And then Carrie would kiss her and touch her all over, delighting in teasing Trish and making her cum so pathetically as she begged for more.
    Trish gripped her knees tighter and whimpered, hoping that the other girls didn’t hear. Fuck. She really needed to cum so bad.

~ ~ ~

Sweat poured down Trish’s body as she grunted, pushing herself harder and harder. She couldn’t escape the fantasies. Marigold mindless and entranced before a screen. Katie and Danielle wearing identical maid uniforms, commanded to fuck each other’s brains out and obediently satisfying that command as they made each other cum and cum and cum. Carrie writhing in the palm of the giant alien woman, cumming the last shreds of her mind away as the tentacles fucked her. All of them trapped. Enslaved. Just like Trish always wanted.
    Trish cried out, muscles aching, as she finally threw down the heavy weights. She doubled over, panting and dripping sweat. The gym was meant to be closed and it was eerily quiet with no one else around. So much for working out some of this sexual frustration. Trish was just as horny as when she’d started. She had to try something though, since masturbating didn’t bring any relief. Every orgasm just amped up this desperate need inside of her for mind control, ratcheting her need for these impossible fantasies up further.
    Trish was even starting to hallucinate. Like watching that movie with Marigold. When she’d reached out to take the bowl of popcorn from her friend, when her fingers just barely brushed Marigold’s, Trish had suddenly seen Marigold wrapped in tentacles. They were wriggling under her clothes, groping her everywhere. One was curled about her neck like a collar, while another tentacle was lovingly stroking Marigold’s cheek.
    “Do you want it?” Marigold had asked, the tentacles rising off of her and reaching towards Trish.
    “What?”
    “Do you want the popcorn or not?”
    Trish realized she’d totally locked up, staring at Marigold with her jaw dropped. She pulled her hand away. Instantly the vision of the tentacles fucking her friend vanished. It was just Marigold, chuckling sweetly as she pulled the popcorn back to her.
    Then there was this morning. Trish had been watching over the new alien specimens the scientists were bringing in. Cute, fuzzy pink critters that so far didn’t seem to pose any threat to the crew. Some of the scientists were chatting, laughing, when suddenly they all went quiet. Trish glanced over and gasped as she saw all four of the women staring at her, mindless and drooling. They were naked, their bodies covered in writing.
    Slut. Slave. Mindless. Toy. Pet. 
    Words that made Trish wet. Words she’d always wanted used against her.
    “She watches from the water,” they all said in unison. “It’s not a prison, Trish. Her tank is a temple. And soon we shall all worship her.”
    It should have been terrifying. Instead Trish let out a shuddering squeak of pleasure.
    And instantly the scientists were back to normal. Dressed, fully awake, and giving her weird looks. Trish turned and fled. She got chewed out for abandoning her post, but Trish couldn’t bear the thought of running into the women again. It was too humiliating to think of how she’d embarrassed herself.
    And too teasing to wonder if maybe they really were brainwashed.
    Trish paced around the empty gym. She ran her hands through her damp hair. The nervous energy kept bubbling inside of her. It needed out. She shoved a hand into her shorts, finding her cunt as dripping wet as it had been all week.
    “Please,” she muttered, picturing the enormous alien woman. Locked away in the tank. Floating in her temple. “Please do it. Please take me. I’ll do anything to-”
    The door to the gym beeped, giving Trish just enough time to yank her hand out of her pants before it slid open. Trish whirled around to find Amanda and Chandra, two of her fellow guards. They had stun guns out, but quickly lowered them with a relieved sigh.
    “Trish? The fuck are you doing in here?”
    Trish hid her hand behind her back, the one with her slick, drenched fingers. “I was just… getting a workout in.”
    Chandra crossed her arms, making her muscles bulge as she frowned. “Look, I love pumping iron as much as the next girl, but you really shouldn’t work out without a spotter. It’s not safe.”
    “I know,” Trish muttered.
    “We won’t report this, just don’t sneak in here again, alright?”
    Relief washed over Trish. The last thing she needed was for them to open the security camera footage for the gym. She didn’t want them to catch her fucking herself between reps. She must’ve cum ten times in the last hour and none of it had made her any less anxious. The fear of being caught had amped things up, but Trish didn’t want to actually be caught masturbating in a public place.
    “Thanks girls. I just really need to work out some of this frustration.”
    “Girl troubles?” Amanda asked, which made Chandra break into a wide smile.
    “No. Yes. I mean, not a specific girl but… yeah.”
    Chandra chuckled, her golden eyes shining. “We’ve got to get you a girlfriend, Trish. You look about ready to hump that bench over there.”
    Trish blushed. She may or may not need to wipe that bench down for more than sweat. Then she shuddered, wondering if they’d already checked the security feed. Would the cameras have caught her already?
    But instead of busting her, Chandra turned and clapped Amanda on the back, almost knocking her over. “Speaking of girl trouble, are you really going on a date with Danielle?”
    Trish perked up at that. Was Danielle done dating Katie?
    Amanda waved her arms frantically. “It’s not a date! Danielle’s still dating Katie, they just invited me over for dinner. I guess they wanna make sure we can still be friends or something.”
    “Or maybe they’re angling for a threesome,” Chandra said with a wink.
    Amanda blushed furiously, while Trish felt her pussy clenching at the thought. Katie and Danielle stripping off Amanda’s clothes. Kissing her all over, hands roaming over her body. Then kneeling Amanda down before a television screen flashing a spiral. Both girlfriends kneeling on either side of Amanda, whispering words of submission as she was sucked deep into trance. All three girls mindless slaves ready to serve their mistress.
    “Dammit,” Trish muttered, her body vibrating from how insanely hot that fantasy was. How many more times was she going to have to get herself off tonight before her body settled? Her poor clit was already abused enough.
    “Anyway, you better finish up,” Chandra told Trish. She pointed her finger at her and smirked. “Hit the shower. You’re totally soaked.”
    ‘In more ways than you think,’ Trish thought miserably as the other girls left. She set to wiping down the equipment, but was still haunted by way too vivid fantasies. Throwing a towel over her shoulder, Trish dragged herself towards the locker room. She gripped her sweat-soaked top, about to strip it off, when she caught someone’s voice. They were quiet, almost whispering. Just a little further into the locker room. 
    But no one else was supposed to be here.
    Trish gulped. How long had they been there? Had they spied on her in the gym as Trish alternated between working out and humping her hand? Or humping the nearest piece of equipment, hoping for any kind of friction to get off?
    Even worse, if they were whispering then they had to be whispering to someone. Telling someone about her.
    “Did you hear about Trish? Fucking herself in the gym. She’s so pathetic. So horny she can’t stand it. And you should have heard what she was muttering to herself. Asking the alien specimen to brainwash her and make her a slave. Hell, I bet Trish would be a slave for any woman that asserted themselves over her. Let’s go test it out. You grab her, and I’ll tell her that she’s our slut now. We’ll tease her and make her beg for the right to eat us out. The naughty little bitch will do it too, won’t you Trish? You need it so bad.”
    Trish shook her head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t exactly what the woman was whispering, but Trish couldn’t help how fucking horny she still was.
    She crept closer, trying to overhear.
    “-be a good slut.”
    Trish stopped. There’s no way she heard that right. But the voice kept whispering, coming from just around the row of lockers.
    “Keep rubbing. Don’t stop. Rub your mind away until you’re a good slave for Goddess.”
    Trish smacked her head this time. She ordered her libido to be quiet and stop coming up with ridiculously hot but still ridiculous ideas.
    “You’ll be a good slave for our Goddess, won’t you Molly?”
    She stopped. That time the horny words weren’t coming from inside her head. The woman whispering beyond the lockers had actually said that. And who was Molly?
    “Why…” That was another voice. Not whispering, but whimpering. Pleasure practically dripped through her voice as she asked, “Why are you doing this?”
    “Because Goddess wants you, my love. And I can’t deny her anything. I promised to be a good slave and give Goddess everything that mattered to me. And that includes you. My lovely wife.”
    Trish couldn’t stand anymore. She poked her head around the lockers, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth to cover her gasp.
    There were two women. Naked. One was on her back, rubbing at her clit furiously. The woman standing over her had auburn hair, her brown body so wonderfully delicious to Trish. She stood over the poor masturbating girl, legs spread to show off her glistening wet cunt. She held such authority, even as she bent over at the waist to stroke the other girl’s face. She accidentally gave Trish a perfect view of her cunt, and Trish was so tempted to crawl over and eat her out.
    But then the ravishing woman spoke again.
    “You’ll love it, Molly. Becoming a slave, just like me. Our Goddess doesn’t belong locked up in that cage. She should be free to rule over us. To fuck us whenever she desires. We deserve to serve her. It’ll be so good to serve her.”
    Trish couldn’t believe it. She’d been right. There really was a brainwashing conspiracy in the station. The alien was a Goddess recreating her cult. Subjugating the minds of the human women so they’d be nothing more than sex slaves to her.
    The vindication was sweet, mixed with a rush of fear and excitement. But then Trish frowned, overcome with intense jealousy. Trish had been masturbating in front of the Goddess for weeks in that lab. Why hadn’t she come to claim her yet? Was she not good enough? Trish knew she could be such a good sex slave.
    Maybe if she proved herself.
    Trish shivered at the dark thoughts she couldn’t suppress. The woman on the ground was fighting the brainwashing. As a guard of the station Trish should be rushing in to save her. Instead she wanted to walk over and kneel beneath the brunette slave. To offer to help her in serving the Goddess. She could help tease the poor girl on the floor. Eat her out, or eat out the slave doing the brainwashing. If she was good maybe she’d be dragged before the Goddess and allowed to join them as well.
    It was so wrong. A betrayal of everything Trish had pledged when she signed up to be a guard.
    But she’d been craving this for so long. Surely Captain Arroyo would understand Trish siding with the Goddess over her duty as a guard. 
    Of course, if Trish helped the slaves to brainwash Captain Arroyo too then there’d be no one to get Trish in trouble.
    Trish slowly stood up, her whole body tense. The slave kept taunting the poor girl, and unknowingly turning Trish on even more.
    “There are already so many of us serving her. So many slaves serving Goddess. You wouldn’t believe who we’ve already claimed, Molly.”
    “Please, Amia…” the masturbating woman whimpered. “Please… I need…”
    “What do you need, my love?” Amia bent over again, trailing her fingers over Molly’s breasts. “Tell me the truth. Goddess demands it.”
    Trish watched as this woman Molly physically shook at those last three words. “I need to cum,” she muttered, her voice dropping to a monotone. A tranced tone. “I need you. I need… need to… Oh god.” 
    Molly moaned, her fingers rubbing even faster at her clit now.
    Trish was fingering herself too. Hadn’t even noticed when she’d started. She was standing behind them, no longer hiding. The two women were so absorbed in each other that they must not have noticed her.
    “Just give in, my love. Become a slave. You belong down here with me.” Amia reached behind Molly’s head and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to sit up. Pulling her in for a kiss. Pulling her up enough for Trish to see her face.
    It was Captain Arroyo. Trish’s boss. Everyone’s boss. The stern, badass woman with the scar over her eye that kept everyone on the base in line. And her she was, masturbating pitifully, whimpering with her face lost in pleasure.
    “I- I’ll do it. Just let me… stay with you…”
    “Aww, my love.” Amia kissed her forehead, and the Captain’s eyes glazed over in bliss. “You’ll never lose me. We’ll be slaves together. We’ll serve Goddess together. We’ll brainwash everyone else in the station together. Repeat those words. Accept the truth.”
    Captain Molly Arroyo shut her eyes and groaned, holding out.
    Trish kept fingering herself faster, biting her lip. ‘Give in,’ she thought as loud as she could. ‘Give in. Be a slave. You’re meant for it. We’re all meant to be slaves to the Goddess.’
    And almost like she could hear, Molly obeyed Trish’s thoughts. The frustration on her face smoothed away. Her lips tugged back into a deep smile. And when her eyes opened they were blank, empty. Entranced.
    “We’ll be slaves together,” she announced slowly. “We’ll serve Goddess together. We’ll brainwash everyone else… together.”
    “Good slave,” Amia purred. “Now cum. Goddess demands it.”
    Molly moaned as she came, her body so limp that only Amia’s grip on her hair kept her up.
    And Trish came. Fingers plunged deep inside her. Biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. Trish came, knowing that she’d finally been right. 
    It was all real. 
    Goddess. The brainwashing. Dr. Katz and Abena and Marigold and Katie and Danielle. All of it was true. And now she was finally going to be brainwashed.
    Trish moaned with relief.
    And that’s when Amia spun around, eyes wide with fear. Molly was too entranced to notice her. Amia gasped and threw her hands over her mouth. Without Amia holding her up the Captain flopped to the floor like a rag doll, that dazed smile never leaving her face.
    Trish and Amia stood there, eyes locked together. Slowly Trish pulled her dripping fingers out of her shorts. Her lip quivered as she thought of what to say. How she could beg Amia to brainwash her too. To do to her whatever Amia had done to her wife.
    Amia licked her lips. “This… this isn’t what it looks like.”
    Trish laughed. Couldn’t help herself. It was exactly what it looked like. The captain had just been brainwashed by her sexy wife who was also a sexy slave to the sexy alien goddess locked in the science wing.
    It was real.
    Oh god this was real!
    Fear spiked in Trish. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand why. Fight or flight kicked in, and Trish fled out of the locker room with her mind squarely fixed on flight. She immediately smacked face first into a locker and fell over on her ass.
    She looked over her shoulder and saw Amia whispering to Molly, waking her up so they could get her. They were going to get her.
    Trish got up and kept running. She left her stuff behind. Didn’t care that she was in sweat soaked workout clothes. She ran right out of the gym and made off towards her room as fast as she could.
    The brainwashing was real. The captain of the whole station was now a slave along with her wife. And they knew that Trish knew. They’d come for her now. 
    Trish thought of calling Marigold. Or Carrie. Somehow Trish felt like she could trust the redheaded scientist, had always had that instinct about her. Except Trish worked in the same lab as Goddess. The giant alien woman would have enslaved the scientists first. Sent them out to enslave others.
    But how many others? Trish kept running, getting strange looks from the scientists and engineers as she dove past them.
    Any of them could be sex slaves. All of them could be sex slaves. Trish imagined the PA system turning on, Captain Arroyo’s voice casually ordering them all to grab Trish and drag her to the lab. To drag her to their Goddess to be enslaved too.
    Trish hated how hot that idea was. But no announcement came. No one grabbed her. Trish made it to her room and slammed the door shut. Back against the door, breath coming in bursts, Trish slowly slid down to the floor and wrapped her arms around herself.
    All she knew for certain was three things.
    That this was real.
    That they would be coming for her.
    And that she wanted to fuck herself so badly.
    Trish whimpered and fought the urge to finger herself again. She just sat there, wet and waiting to see what would happen next.