Trish knelt in the sand, smiling absently as the spray of the ocean waves drenched her naked body. She licked her lips and marveled at the sweet, sugary taste of the water. It was delicious, not like the salt water back on Earth. She raised her eyes up to the puffs of purple clouds framed against a mint green sky, the three moons nearly aligned together. It was almost time for Her to arrive.
    The crescent moon beach was filled with naked women. They waited, scattered across the beach, masturbating and moaning in zealous bliss. Trish recognized many of the women from the facility. All had abandoned their posts, along with their clothes and inhibitions. The call to come to the beach had been too strong. None could resist Her call. Their Goddess. 
    She was coming.
    The triple moons finally united and Trish felt her mind sinking, drifting deeper into an all consuming trance. All of the women on the beach cried out in ecstasy, their eyes rolling back as their thoughts were drained away as well. Trish welcomed the mindlessness. She needed to be open and blank. Ready to gaze upon their Goddess with mindless eyes.
    She was rubbing desperately at her pussy. All sense of self was gone from her. She was identical to all of the other women on the beach that fucked themselves into oblivion. The ocean began to swell and rise. Something massive breached from the ocean waves. Trish moaned a greeting as she beheld her Goddess rising above the beach.
    The towering alien woman had an almost human body, glistening with black scales and beautiful fins along her arms. Her lower body was a wonderful tangle of tentacles that writhed through the water, seeking out her devoted slaves. 
    Trish remained still, staring in awe, but all around her the mindless women began crawling towards the water to join their Goddess. They gleefully grabbed onto Her tentacles, humping her divine form with complete abandon. Some were even lucky enough to find the tips of the tentacles slithering into their eager holes.
    But Trish did not move. She sat at the center of the beach where she belonged. She had been the first to hear Her call. She had betrayed her crew members, her friends, in order to bring them to Goddess. She had helped sap their wills away and brainwashed them into a cult ready to serve their Goddess. Now Trish waited for the reward she was promised.
    The hundred foot Goddess loomed over Trish, Her mouth breaking into a fanged grin. Her eyes opened. Divine golden light burst forth, blinding Trish as if she were standing before a lighthouse, but she did not flinch. The light filled her with warm ecstasy as her Goddess gazed upon Her most devoted slave. Trish’s Goddess reached down with a massive hand and easily plucked up the naked human. Trish laid back against Her palm and spread her legs and arms, offering herself completely.
    Goddess cooed to her, so proud of her brainwashed slave. She opened her mouth and let her enormous tongue slither out. It ran along Trish’s body, sliding against her dripping cunt and it was better than any lover’s caress she had ever known.
    “I’m yours,” Trish moaned, fingering herself faster. “Please Goddess, fuck my mind away. Make me yours.” She bit back a moan, writhing in her chair. So close to cumming. “I’m your brainwashed slave. Take me. Please Goddess. Please make me-”
    “Trish, what’s the hold up?”
    Trish groaned as the radio squawked at her. In vain she kept pumping her fingers, but the fantasy was already slipping away from her. It had been so intense that Trish swore she could actually feel the alien Goddess’ tongue about to fuck her. Not that she’d get the chance now.
    Another chirp from the radio. “Seriously, Trish. Where are you?”
    Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from her panties and snatched up the radio. “Alright, Nancy. Damn. I’m coming.”
    ‘If only I were cumming,’ Trish thought bitterly, zipping her pants closed. The entire fantasy of the beach was gone, leaving her in the boring research lab with it’s banks of high tech consoles blinking at her. She didn’t even know what half of this equipment did. Probably more than half, if she were honest. Trish was just a lowly guard here in the facility, after all. Her job was to step in whenever a spat broke out with the crew, and make sure no one fucked around with any of the expensive equipment the expedition had been outfitted with.
    All Trish really knew was that she had to spend six hours of every day stuck in the lab while the scientists were out on break, and that if she sat with her back against the wall she’d be completely out of sight of the cameras to grab some on the clock masturbation time. Had to break up the monotony somehow.
    The radio chirped and Nancy’s angry voice was back to complain more. “You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. We got the shipment from Earth already arriving in orbit and I’m not unloading all the supplies by myself.”
    That knocked the haze out of Trish’s mind. She glanced over at the clock, shocked to see how time had slipped away. Damn, that fantasy really had been intense. She’d always had a thing for mind control and fantasies of being brainwashed, but somehow today’s fantasy had just come together so perfectly. So vivid and engaging in her head. The beach had looked the exact way it did when she’d last wandered out onto this alien world with a recovery team. They were still testing the environment but if the science types gave the all clear then the beach would become a new designated place for the crew to relax.
    Maybe that’s what made it so intense. Picturing the crew drawn to the beach. Losing themselves to pleasure. Submitting to the alien Goddess.
    Trish shivered happily. If only that would be the case. But at least they already had their alien Goddess.
    She wandered over to the opposite wall of the lab, which was entirely taken up with reinforced glass looking in on a massive water tank. In the murky water sat the specimen they’d discovered. A hundred foot tall fish woman floated in the distance, not moving. They’d discovered her on the ocean floor, frozen in a glacier. The scientists were beside themselves when they found the ruins of a sunken alien city, so when they uncovered Her they’d practically shit themselves. And it only got more interesting when they thawed the giant alien out and discovered she was still alive. 
    The fish woman was asleep, like she almost always was, but sometimes she woke up and watched Trish sitting in the lab with those giant glowing golden eyes. Sometimes Trish would be rubbing her clit and look up to see those glowing eyes watching her from deep within the tank. Did she have any idea what Trish was doing? So far the alien couldn’t seem to understand them. She didn’t seem to have any intelligence at all. She just floated in the tank and ate when they gave her food. And watched.
    Carrie had so many theories about her. Sometimes Trish would let her ramble on about all her theories on where the giant lady came from and what she meant. She definitely didn’t live in the long abandoned alien city, considering all the doors had been roughly human sized and the hundred foot woman would have had a hard time getting around. Carrie would go on and on about the fish lady being a destroyer, or a higher evolved life form for the aliens, or maybe an alien herself who wasn’t even from this planet.
    But to Trish the answer was simple. She was a giant fish woman that the smaller fish women worshipped as a Goddess and fucked themselves in her name. And the enormous Goddess could totally mind control them to obey her. Trish never spoke up about her theory, considering it was just masturbation fuel for her mind control fetish, but it certainly made for a fun afternoon fantasy that she’d cum to a dozen times now. She didn’t even want to think about how Carrie would respond to hearing her ‘theory.’
    Trish frowned. Where was Carrie? The head scientist was supposed to show up and relieve her, but since she hadn’t come in Trish hadn’t left and that’s why she was running late. At least she had an excuse to mollify Nancy. Carrie was a genius but she was always lost in her own head, so quiet and withdrawn that it’d be perfectly believable that she lost track of time. But why was Carrie late?
    Suddenly Trish had a terrifying vision of herself writhing in her chair, hand rubbing away inside her pants and so lost in her beach sex cult fantasy that she didn’t even notice a horrified Carrie standing there in the doorway before she slunk back outside. Oh god, what if she had been caught? She’d be fired on the spot. But they were on an alien planet, so where would they even send her jobless ass?
    Just as her fears were about to run wild the door to the lab loudly burst open, making Trish jump and yelp.
    Carrie burst in, the redheaded scientist blushing and grinning nervously as she began to babble an apology. “So sorry I’m late. Got caught up thinking about experiments. You know me. Lost in my own head.” 
    Trish let out a terrified sigh, happy at least that her anxiety was relieved. Carrie certainly wasn’t acting like she’d caught her masturbating while she was supposed to be watching the giant alien subject, probably the most important discovery in human history. Or at least if she had she didn’t seem like she was gonna tell.
    “It’s fine, Carrie. Nancy’s upset but she’ll get over it.”
    “Just buy her a snack and she’ll forgive you,” Carrie said with a helpful wink. She plucked her lab coat off the wall and threw it on over her simple black blouse and pants. “Get her anything with strawberry. It’s her favorite.”
    “How do you know that?” Trish asked, a little surprised. Was Carrie secretly involved with Nancy? An image of the head scientist eating Nancy out rose up in her head, but she quickly dismissed it. Carrie was gorgeous but never showed interest in any of the women on the base. It was hard to imagine her with anyone.
    Carrie spun around, a shocked look on her face and her cheeks flushed red. It looked just like she’d been caught being guilty of something, and Trish wondered if it was actually that ridiculous to imagine the stoic, cute scientist secretly sleeping around with the crew. But Carrie put on an innocent smile. “I overheard her mentioning it to someone. Things I hear tend to stick in my head. I just have a good memory.”
    Trish shook her head and started to head out of the lab. Yeah, Carrie was definitely too innocent to be up to anything that fun. She was just one of those genius types who was shy about how smart she was. “Alright. Well thanks for the tip, Carrie. I’ll stop by the vending machines on my way over.”
    She offered Carrie a wave goodbye then headed out into the hall, letting some lingering thoughts about the lesbian sex cult on the beach to wander around her imagination. Only now Trish imagined herself and Carrie held in the giant Goddess’ hands, Carrie writhing in orgasm as the huge tongue ate her out, and Trish masturbating and watching the scientist being brainwashed with a giant grin on her face.
    Fuck, that was hot. She’d have to stop by the bathroom and cum quick or that hot image would be leaving her dripping wet all day.

~ ~ ~

Carrie watched Trish leaving, sweat on her brow as she struggled to keep a placid smile on her face. The second the door to the lab closed Carrie nearly collapsed, gripping onto a console for support. Her clit was aching, her entire body so hot she felt ready to go supernova. She’d been so close to cumming. Trish had been so close to cumming. Why did Nancy have to go and interrupt?
    She’d barely been able to keep a straight face around Trish, that shining, intense beach fantasy with the alien specimen practically superimposed over her thoughts. Carrie had been caught outside the lab for who knows how long, her mind instantly linking with Trish through the wall as the fantasy of the mind controlled sex cult just poured into her brain like an unstoppable flood.
    Carrie shuddered and resisted the urge to masturbate. She had to get herself calmed down first. That had been one of the strongest psychic connections she’d ever had in her life.
    She hated that she had to hide her ability, but being a well-respected scientist herself meant she knew exactly what other scientists would do if they found out that she could read minds. Carrie supposed she’d gone into the interplanetary science racket to hide among the very wolves that would hunt her down to experiment with her gift. It normally wasn’t a challenge to hide it. Occasionally there was a slip up, like mentioning Nancy’s love of strawberries when it was something she’d accidentally gleamed from the woman’s mind without her knowing. But it was getting harder and harder being around Trish.
    Carrie already knew that she was in love with the adorable, laid back guard. How could Carrie not fall for her? With Trish’s witty remarks she made during all of the meetings- though Trish kept them in her head, and Carrie had to struggle not to laugh out loud sometimes, which earned her a few strange looks- as well as her genuinely kind heart. Trish liked to grumble but she was really so sweet inside.
    That was the problem, though. Carrie was in love with the real Trish, but they’d never had any conversations where Trish had revealed who she really was. If Carrie ever tried to date her she’d have the unfair advantage of reading her mind. Or even possibly influencing her mind. It was a power always at the edge of Carrie’s mind, something she’d never explored but felt certain that it was there, like the horrifying monster creeping under your bed. Carrie could never have a real, honest relationship with anyone, and so she’d locked herself off to keep the women around her safe. Stay professional. Stay courteous but distant. Don’t get involved.
    And yet Trish seemed to just draw her in like a moth to a masturbating flame. Trish had the most delicious, unlimited libido. Such perverted fantasies that made Carrie blush, but coming from Trish’s mind they still remained sweet and delicious. The fact that Trish seemed to have an actual fetish for mind control and being brainwashed only made her more tantalizing. What if Carrie walked into the lab while she was masturbating? What if she cut off Trish’s excuses by describing the hidden, shameless fantasy she was enjoying in complete detail? If she told Trish that she’d seen inside her mind, knew what it was that Trish truly wanted, no, needed, and stretched out a hand to place on Trish’s head, to run her fingers through her auburn hair and establish a firm connection?
    She could let her power slip into Trish’s mind. Carrie could hijack her senses and make Trish feel anything she wanted. She could make Trish experience everything. A world of impossible pleasure, all for her. She could give her that rough sand under her knees as she knelt before the ocean, tasting the saccharine spray of this world’s water off her lips. She could make Trish truly hear all the other women moaning in mindless ecstasy. She could let her actually feel the alien specimen, her imagined Goddess, lifting her up to eat her out like she fantasized of so often.
    Carrie knew that Trish would love it. That she’d welcome the control over her mind. That she’d accept whatever changes Carrie wanted to make to her. That Trish would kneel and smile and beg to be brainwashed, to be remade, to be made perfect for Carrie. She’d become anything to please her.
    Carrie grunted as she came hard, rocking her hips against her hand so desperately. The orgasm was wonderful, the relief needed from how worked up Trish had made her with that intense fantasy. Then the guilt came rushing in, and Carrie felt crushed.
    She ran over to a nearby sink and washed her hands, muttering about how stupid she was. Fantasizing about controlling someone’s mind had to be off limits, even if it was Trish’s fantasy instead of her own. The rules were different for her, because her powers could make it a reality. For all Carrie knew if she got too close to Trish her subconscious desires might slip through and influence Trish, changing her against both of their wills. 
    Carrie frowned. She didn’t want to hurt Trish. She couldn’t risk it. It broke her heart but she decided it was too risky to hang around the lab and catch a second hand high from Trish’s masturbating. This needed to stop before it made her too bold. Carrie would send in a request with Captain Arroyo to transfer Trish off lab detail. She’d make up some excuse, something that wouldn’t get Trish into trouble. Just send her somewhere else. Somewhere far away where Carrie wouldn’t be tempted to give in to Trish’s fantasies and control her mind.
    Carrie stumbled over to the glass wall of the specimen’s tank, leaning back against it as she fought back tears. It didn’t matter that Trish always had nice thoughts when they briefly chatted. It didn’t matter that Trish occasionally slipped Carrie into her fantasies, imagining what her body must be like naked. What it would be like to touch Carrie, to taste her. It didn’t matter that she caught Trish leaving the lab with her fantasy of the alien Goddess now starring her front and center.
    It was the harsh truth she needed to hear. No matter how much Trish loved the fantasy of it in her head, that didn’t mean Carrie had the selfish right to take advantage. Trish was just another amazing girl that Carrie has to push away for their own safety. Carrie was too dangerous. She was poison. It was for their own good.
    The scientist sniffled and took in a deep breath, trying to control herself. She was so distraught that it took her a few moments to notice the bright light surrounding her, her shadow spilling out on the floor past her like she was in a spotlight.
    Carrie turned and found herself before the enormous face of the alien specimen, pressed right up to the glass. Those two giant, glowing golden eyes were inches away, each nearly as big as Carrie herself.
    “Gahh!” Carrie stumbled back, fear coursing through her system. And yet she couldn’t look away. Ever since they found the specimen it would just float idly in the tank, barely responding to their attempts to communicate. Now there was no denying the curiosity in the specimen’s expression. Her glowing eyes followed Carrie as she walked across the lab to report this strange activity. The specimen floated sideways to keep pace with her, that huge face enough to fill up the glass wall from top to bottom.
    Carrie reached for the intercom to call in the other scientists, but then the specimen closed it’s eyes. The golden glow spotlighting Carrie faded, and she almost felt colder for it. Eyes closed, the specimen began to drift away, frowning as if it was disappointed.
    Slowly Carrie withdrew her hand from the intercom and stepped away from the console.
    The specimen stopped. It floated in place, eyes opening just a crack. Golden light spilled out as bare slits, watching to see what Carrie would do.
    “This is such a bad idea,” Carrie muttered as she walked towards the glass. With each step the giant alien’s eyes opened wider, golden light growing brighter and wider to envelop her. 
    “Hey there,” Carrie called, unsure if the alien could understand her. Was it even able to hear her through the reinforced glass and the water muffling the sound? Still, Carrie felt like she had to say something. “Do you want to talk?”
    Hardly a momentous exchange to record for posterity.
    The aquatic alien stared at her for a few moments without reaction. Then it suddenly surged forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. It’s giant face loomed huge beyond the glass, it’s glowing eyes burning into Carrie’s soul.
    Carrie shoved down all her doubts and worries and marched up to the glass to meet the alien. She laid a hand against the glass. “What do you want?”
    The last thing Carrie expected was a response. Much less for it to come from herself.
    Carrie’s mouth opened, words spilling out in an exhale of breath. “I. Want.”
    Carrie’s eyes shot open wide. She had no control. Couldn’t move or react as her body was hijacked to speak. And though the words came out misshapen, spoken in an alien dialect, Carrie could understand their meaning.
    “I. Want. To. Make. You. Happy.”
    Carrie stared terrified into the blinding light of the alien’s eyes, trying to make sense of the words and how it was possibly able to relay them like that. Then the golden light turned impossibly bright and suddenly Carrie was falling, dropping away from the world. No, she could almost recognize this from Trish’s fantasies. The world wasn’t slipping away; she was sinking into her mind, dragged down beneath the weight of the alien’s golden gaze.
    Carrie kept falling, sinking, dropping, deeper and deeper. She lashed out with her own psychic gift, and for just a moment the light seemed to dim, the pressure letting off. But her power was a muscle she’d never flexed before, and it quickly gave out. The golden light blazed around her, and Carrie was dragged down inside herself. She was still aware, still able to process, but her thoughts couldn’t keep up.
    She was sinking, but couldn’t make thoughts about it. She knew she couldn’t think, but couldn’t think about what that meant. She knew the alien was doing this, but couldn’t think to process it. 
    Carrie simply existed without thoughts, and all sense of time and space escaped her.
    Then she was in darkness. Carrie floated there. She didn’t know what to do. So she floated. And waited. Distantly her skin felt wet. She was underwater. She couldn’t think about breathing, but breathing wasn’t necessary. She felt comfortable and safe, so she didn’t worry that she wasn’t breathing. The water tasted sweet. She gulped it down, smiling faintly at the taste. Her breasts were tingling. She rubbed them. Her clothes were gone. She didn’t think of it. The space between her legs was hot, needy. Her pussy. She touched her pussy. What was her name? She couldn’t remember. It was so nice here, rubbing her pussy underwater and not thinking. No worries at all.
    A beam of golden light was approaching, swinging wide through the dark water ahead of her, piercing the shadows. As the light approached she kept rubbing her pussy, a good sensation growing that she couldn’t name. There was a shape ahead of her. Big. Very big. Dark and curvy, with many long dangling things stretching out beneath it. Tentacles. The beam of light kept nearing her, and she noticed it was really two beams of light. Like eyes. She remembered what eyes were, as the glowing eyes found her in the dark.
    The warmth of the light filled her, and Carrie remembered who she was. All at once she was back, her mind restored. She stopped masturbating, drawing her arms up to her chest as she floated in the water. She nearly panicked and choked on the water, but remembered she’d been breathing fine somehow when she’d been dumb and touching herself. Carrie pushed down the panic and found she wasn’t drowning, at least. Somehow she was in the specimen’s tank. How had she gotten here? How was she not drowning? Why did she feel so weak and strange? Why was she so horny? Why-
    The alien lifted a hand out towards her, a massive hand. Carrie watched, frozen in fear, as the hand cupped around her and drew her in closer to the alien. It’s piercing eyes kept blazing down at her. Carrie felt like she was being interrogated. And suddenly she was.
    Carrie knew she was unhappy and the alien wanted to know why.
    “Why do you care if I’m unhappy?”
    The giant eyes revealed nothing. She hadn’t answered.
    “I can’t get close to others. It’s too dangerous.”
    Carrie wanted to ask how she could talk underwater, but the intense glowing eyes filled her head with a new question. She blushed as she understood.
    “I can’t be with Trish. It’d be wrong to use my powers on her.”
    The golden light pulsed.
    “I don’t care that she fantasizes about it. It would be wrong to actually-”
    The huge, delicate fingers of the alien hand began to squeeze around her.
    “What are you doing?” Carrie cried, feeling like a fly caught between the fingers of some uncaring being. An uncaring being that was being far too inquisitive of her personal life. “I- I can’t be with Trish! I’m wrong for her.”
    Thoughts of Trish filled her mind, pumped in by the golden light. Carrie saw the beach, saw the alien (Goddess) through Trish’s eyes. Saw the dozens of naked women happy and smiling, lost in obedience to the aliGoddessen. How the tentacles of the aGoddess reached out to claim them. To make love to them. Goddess was making love to her followers. Goddess brought them pleasure. Goddess brought them happiness. 
    Carrie moaned as Goddess’ thumb rolled delicately over her chest, caressing her breasts. “Go-”
    She caught herself, struggling to fight. “You… you’re brainwashing me. Just like Trish’s fantasy. You’re really-”
    Carrie looked up into the golden light and melted, lost in another fantasy. Back on the beach, but now she stood over Trish. Carrie stood on the beach, watching the rest of the crew succumbing to the will of Goddess. Brainwashed and captured. And suddenly Carrie remembered. She’d done this. She betrayed them all to Goddess. Used her gift to walk among them where Goddess could not reach. Laid her hands upon them to put commands in their minds. Weaken their wills and make pleasure blossom. Seeded obedience into their minds to make devotion bloom. Tended to them until all resistance was gone from this garden of gorgeous women. Then she’d brought them before Goddess to be claimed.
    Her mind felt like it was splitting in two. The Carrie who wanted to fight, to rebel. To fight tooth and nail to cling to her free will and protect the minds of the others.
    And then there was the Carrie who was deliriously happy. Happy that she could be free and not hide herself anymore. Happy that she could bring everyone pleasure and happiness, bring them together as sisters. As lovers. As slaves to the sunken Goddess they’d discovered in the ice. The Goddess who waited in the ice, waited for thousands of years for them to arrive. All so that she could make them happy.
    The two Carries warred in her mind as she stood on the beach, as she floated in the tank before Goddess, as she drifted in her mind lost in trance. The alien was trying to brainwash her. Goddess was trying to make her happy. Whichever side won here would be the Carrie who woke in the lab. She had to win. She had to keep them safe. She had to reject Goddess- no, reject the alien- and warn the others.
    Carrie started to rise off the beach, started to feel more powerful and sure of her ability to resist.
    Until Trish reached up to take her hand.
    Carrie came to a stop, dangling in the air, in the water, in her mind, she didn’t know. All she saw was Trish’s face smiling up at her, so beautiful kneeling there naked. 
    “Thank you,” Trish told her. “Thank you for making my dreams come true. Thank you for making me happy.”
    Carrie wanted to reject it as a trick. The alien trying to twist her thoughts. But she knew the truth. Carrie knew that Trish would love it if the Goddess used Carrie to brainwash the entire crew into a sex cult. She’d read her mind. It was truly Trish’s deepest desire. And Carrie had the power to make it come true. She’d had the power to make Trish happy all along, but she’d been too afraid. Too timid and weak and so certain she had to hide away.
    Carrie reached up towards the alien, gazing down at her with that imperious, glowing gaze. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please help me… Help me make her happy.”
    The Goddess finally smiled, the blazing golden eyes softening. The presence filled her mind again, and Carrie stopped resisting. Pleasure seeped in. Her body seemed to melt. Her walls, her restrictions, her limits, they all melted away beneath wondrous golden light. The shell she’d created to hide herself away was broken by Goddess, and Carrie burst forth from the confines. She grew larger, stronger, more powerful. Carrie felt herself welling up, soaking in the golden light of her Goddess. Growing until she was as huge as Goddess herself.
    This new Carrie burned with golden light and purpose. She smiled and reached a hand behind the head of her Goddess, drawing herself in. “Thank you.”
    She kissed her Goddess, showing her gratitude. Carrie wrapped her legs around her waist, while Goddess’ tentacles slithered up to caress her. They entered Carrie’s pussy and her ass, wrapped around her tits to perfectly grope her. It was sexual ecstasy, pure perfection, and Carrie came easily for her Goddess. She threw back her head, writhing in her Goddess’ grasp. She promised Goddess that she’d preach her love to the others. That she’d raise a religion to worship her. That she’d bring slaves to serve her. That she’d bring lovers so they might know her amazing touch.
    Carrie licked at the glass wall of the tank, pressing her naked body against it. It didn’t matter that Goddess was hidden back in the dark water of the massive tank, pretending to sleep again. She was with Carrie know, her golden touch lingering in her mind like a hand print. Carrie cherished the presence filling her head. The sweetest nectar in existence. She couldn’t wait to share it with the others. With Trish.
    She heard the anxious, nervous thoughts approaching the lab, but didn’t let them concern her. Carrie kept sliding her breasts up and down the tank, planting kisses gratefully to Goddess even as the door to the lab opened.
    “Miss Hendricks?” a timid voice called. “Carrie? Are… are you okay?”
    Carrie didn’t have to turn to see Danielle. She was a guard like Trish, very cute with good muscles. She acted tough, but Carrie had also enjoyed seeing her timid, mousy nature that she hid beneath her well toned muscles. She was a guard who didn’t really want to hurt anyone. So sweet. Carrie flipped through Danielle’s memories, replaying the last few minutes from her perspective. Alone in the security room. Spotting Carrie on the security feed from the lab. Watching Carrie undress, fucking herself as she humped the glass. Carrie smiled. She looked so wonderfully shameless in Danielle’s mind.
    And Danielle. She got so wet. Tempted to touch herself. She should have. Should have given in to the pleasure as Carrie did. But she’ll learn. Wanted to masturbate but too worried. Afraid something was wrong with Carrie. Did she report it?
    No. Perfect. Too concerned about getting Miss Carrie Hendricks in trouble. Came over on her own to find out what was wrong.
    Carrie turned to Danielle, smiling up at the buff guard in her uniform. There was a stun gun holstered on her hip that Carrie knew Danielle would never draw on anyone. She didn’t deserve this life of having to act tough, pretending she wanted to hurt. She deserve peace and pleasure. She deserved happiness. The happiness Goddess would give her.
    “Stop where you are,” Danielle ordered as Carrie sauntered towards her, naked and dripping wet as if she’d been swimming in a pool. “I mean it,” Danielle lied, her thoughts clear as day to Carrie. “If you don’t stop I’ll-”
    Carrie raised a hand and planted it on the side of Danielle’s head. “Shhhh,” she cooed, and Danielle’s body went limp. The fear and confusion on her face was wiped away, replaced with a placid smile. She relaxed entirely, just as Carrie telepathically commanded her to.
    It was unusual, finally using her power on others, but Goddess had given her confidence. She lead the entranced Danielle towards the glass tank that held Goddess. She grew more sure of her commands with each one she gave.
    “Don’t be afraid.”
    Danielle no longer was.
    “Gaze upon her.”
    Danielle gazed.
    “Desire Goddess.”
    Danielle moaned.
    “Strip.”
    She did.
    Danielle was drooling, her eyes entirely focused on Goddess’ form drifting in the tank, her golden eyes opening to stare back at her. She was completely under the spell as she stripped, until removing her top made her brush Carrie’s hand away. For a moment Danielle started blinking, her smile fading, but then Carrie caressed her head and told her to relax. Danielle’s vacant smile returned and her head dipped forward, forehead resting against the glass.
    Carrie took a moment to savor Danielle’s toned, naked body. She would make such a wonderful sex slave indeed.
    “Show Goddess your desires,” Carrie told her, reaching down with her other hand to rub at Danielle’s dripping pussy. “Reveal everything to her. And she will make you happy.”
    “Yes,” Danielle moaned, her hips rocking against Carrie’s hand as her fingers slipped inside. “Yes. Show her everything. Make me happy. Make others… happy. Yes. I obey. I obey… Goddess.”
    Carrie kept fingering her as Danielle came, her face pressing against the glass as she lost herself in bliss. It was almost too easy. Why had she ever been so afraid to do this before? She began to pet Danielle’s head, spreading out her influence to reach Goddess again. The golden presence of Goddess filled her mind and made Carrie cum instantly. Then the golden presence reached through her and into Danielle’s mind, and Danielle came too. They came together. Not just at the same time but actually sharing the same pleasure, the exact same climax. 
    She saw Danielle’s desires. Saw her crush on Katie in the mess hall. Saw her flirting with Amanda, another guard. Saw Danielle’s nervous indecision over who to pick, afraid to hurt either of them.
    “I know how you feel,” Carrie said, kissing at Danielle’s throat. “So afraid of doing harm. But your indecision brings them pain too. You deny them the happiness of being with you.” She kept trailing kisses along Danielle’s neck and buried her fingers in the guard’s cunt, as Goddess’ golden light burned in their minds. “You can have them both. We’ll bring them to Goddess, share this bliss, and then the three of you will love each other fully. You’ll be happily in love with everyone in the crew.”
    “Yesss,” Danielle groaned, her eyes rolling back as ecstasy overwhelmed her, no trace of resistance left. Carrie felt Danielle’s resolve firming. She would help Carrie bring Katie and Amanda to Goddess. She would help bring everyone to Goddess.
    “What about Trish?” Danielle whimpered, still cumming endlessly as Goddess filled their minds. The connection went both ways, Carrie realized. She kissed Danielle, so grateful to finally feel connected to someone after years of isolation. Danielle kissed her back, eager to spread love to her, but still she pulled away to ask again. “You love Trish. Will you bring her to Goddess too?”
    Carrie bit her lip. Then a wicked smile spread across her face. “She’s special. We’re going to make her dreams come true. Give her what she’s always truly craved.”
    Her special plan for Trish, for the whole crew, soaked into Danielle’s empty mind. Danielle grinned wide and came again. “That’s so good. She’s going to love it.”
    “I hope so,” Carrie said, before she kissed Danielle and the pair of them slipped down the side of the glass, rolling together across the floor of the lab as they giggled and made love and let thoughts pass between their empty minds. All while their Goddess watched, her golden eyes upon them as they fucked for her pleasure. Carrie promised her Goddess that they would be the first slaves of many.
    The triple lunar eclipse was three weeks away. There was much to prepare, but Goddess allowed Carrie and Danielle to enjoy themselves for the next few hours. It had been eons since she’d been loved, and she was as desperate for their touch as her new slaves were. She caressed Carrie and Danielle’s minds, learning about their species and civilization, and more importantly their wonderfully erotic tastes. 
    She was going to enjoy coming to know these humans.