The Mind Control Virus
The sun in Dusty Springs was a bully. It baked the adobe houses to a crusty orange and bleached the sky a pale, merciless blue. Chloe hated it. She preferred the cool, dim quiet of the town’s small historical archive, where she spent her days dusting brittle books and cataloging the forgotten dreams of old miners. Her best friend, Minta, was the opposite. Minta was a potter, and she was in love with the sun. She said it baked the life right into the clay she dug from the flats.
It was Minta’s idea to go out to the flats that Saturday. "There's something new," she'd said, her dark eyes sparkling. "Some kind of crystal. It hums."
Chloe had agreed, mostly because the alternative was sitting in her sweltering little house listening to the A/C unit rattle. They took Minta's dusty pickup, the windows down, hot wind whipping their hair. The town fell away behind them, replaced by endless cracked earth shimmering with heat. There, in the middle of a vast salt pan, was a crowd. And in the center of the crowd was the thing.
It wasn't big, maybe the size of a grown man's torso, but it was wrong. A cluster of jagged, purple crystals that seemed to drink the light, pulsing with a slow, deep inner rhythm. It hummed. Not a sound you could really hear with your ears, but a vibration you felt in your bones. In your teeth. They stood there for a minute, two small figures in a loose circle of onlookers, just staring. Then Chloe felt it.
It wasn't a voice. It was a pressure, a thick, syrupy wave that rolled out from the crystal and washed over her. It didn't make a sound, but it buzzed deep inside her skull, and then lower. Much lower. The buzz solidified into a low, thrumming pulse that settled right between her legs. Her pussy, which had been just a normal part of her body a second ago, suddenly felt like it had been plugged into a wall socket. A pleasant, heavy, electric tingle started in her lips and spread deep into her hole, making her clit instantly hard and fat. A gasp escaped her lips, and her whole body went rigid.
Beside her, Minta swayed on her feet. A low, soft moan slipped from her parted lips, and her hand flew to her stomach, then slid lower, pressing instinctively against the crotch of her shorts. Her cheeks were flushed a bright, hectic red. Chloe could see the points of her nipples poking hard against her thin tank top. Images, unbidden and vivid, exploded in Chloe’s mind: a thick, hard cock, glistening and urgent, pushing between her slick, swollen folds. The thought was so real, so intense, that her inner muscles clenched hard, a gush of wetness instantly soaking her panties.
"Minta," Chloe choked out, her own voice sounding foreign and tight.
Minta didn't answer. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth hanging open as she panted for air. Her hips were making tiny, helpless little circles. The thought of that cock, of being split open and fucked raw, was overwhelming. Chloe felt her own control starting to slip. Her body wanted this. Her body wanted to be taken right here, in the baking sun, by whatever was making her feel this way.
"We have to go," Chloe managed to grab Minta's arm. The touch seemed to snap Minta out of her daze, just a little.
"Y-yeah," Minta stammered, her face a mask of confused lust. They stumbled back to the truck, the silent thrumming following them until they slammed the doors shut. The moment they were moving, the feeling faded, but the memory was burned into their flesh. The truck was silent except for the engine and their ragged breathing. The air inside was thick with the smell of their shared arousal.
"What the fuck was that?" Chloe finally whispered, her panties sticking to her wet pussy.
Minta shook her head, still biting her lower lip. "I... I don't know. The crystal. It hums."
"It did more than hum," Chloe said, trying to squeeze her thighs together to stop the insistent throbbing. "My... I'm so wet. It feels like... like I need to be touched."
"Me too," Minta breathed, her voice thick. "Mmm, God, Chloe, I keep thinking about... about a cock." She said the word like a prayer. "A big, hard one just... ramming into me."
Chloe groaned. Minta’s words were like fuel on...