Author's Note: As is usual to state on Literotica, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Originally, this was planned to be a single one-off story, an anthology consisting of various semi-self-contained stories united only by the common trigger. Then, my writing pace declined as my workload increased, and before I realized it, it was over a month since I thought I'd finish this story and move to something else, with the end nowhere in sight. So, with the first few chapters already finished and the last ones still being worked on, I decided to go ahead with breaking the story down to its constituent parts and releasing them one by one.
This is the only chapter containing two parts of the story (Prologue outlining the overall situation and the trigger for the stories, and a normal story focusing on a sexual encounter between a father and a daughter, which wasn't originally supposed to be published first but I put it together with the prologue due to it being the shortest one), the others will all contain only one story each.
This part will be posted in the Mind Control category, the others will go into the Incest/Taboo one.
Those stories include themes of incest, mind control, and overall quite questionable consent. If any of those offend you, you have been informed, choosing whether to continue reading is only your decision to make.
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Prologue
Eternally unseen, the device floated through the endless, black void of space, a meaningless, unending, eons-long journey continuing.
If it had a name, it was forgotten now.
All the creators it had were dead by now.
If it had a home, it was gone by now.
If its journey had a goal, it wasn't informed of it.
It did have a purpose though, one it ceaselessly continued to fulfill even now as a half-broken wreck, with its only source of energy being whatever it managed to capture from the light of the far-off stars.
The device was a
motivator.
Or, more precisely, it could be described as an
urger.
Perhaps some of the more grammatically correct synonyms, such as
compulsioner
,
hankerer,
or, for the weaker minds,
forcer,
would also be a correct description, but all described the device's purpose quite aptly.
As all of those variously dread-inducing and grammatically correct titles implied, the device was created to guide living beings' actions and to do so in quite a forceful manner.
Functioning on a principle which many even of its creators' race would describe as "magical" due to its complexity and difficulty to be understood, the device was, using a complicated mix of electromagnetic signals adapted to whatever frequency the targeted minds operated at, capable of forcing them to focus on achieving the goals its algorithm judged to be their most important.
In its original role, it was used in space-faring, and in this area, the device was indispensable in the role it was created to perform.
Due to cultural taboos that outsiders would likely describe as "extreme technophobia-slash-xenophobia", its creators never created other minds than their own. No AIs, no new lifeforms created in the lab, no provolved animals. They even went as far as not even creating any new minds out of their own, eschewing any but the most rudimentary genetic engineering.
The problems with this approach soon made themselves known, as their species began to traverse the stars.
They simply weren't made for it. What they had inside of their brains simply couldn't get them through space in any other way than theoretically. Were they extant and in contact with humanity, the device's creators would be described, and in fact, mostly were described by their contemporaries, as exceptionally boorish, thuggish, and animalistic beings, placing short-term pleasures and gratifications of bodily needs above nearly everything else and with little ability to think long-term and analytically.
A race few would believe capable of creating something like the device, nevermind trying to traverse the stars, so it was little surprise to anyone, even themselves when all of their interstellar missions failed due to various "human" errors.
And in a society where fighting to the death was always a common way to die, going through life without "gifting" some corrupt official was effectively impossible, and everyone knew at least one person who raped somebody, there were a lot of fatal "human" errors to choose from.
And then, the device was created.
Overnight, the situation turned around.
Using its high-level decision-making, situation-judging algorithm, the device could decide what goals the beings under its watch were supposed to seek and using its electromagnetic impulses, it could force their minds to follow them.
To say it was a game-changer would be an understatement of Biblical proportions.
With the devices nested as close to the optimal spot as possible on each one of their starships, periodically bathing the brains of all members of the crew in their guiding bursts of electricity, with the goal of survival and accomplishing the mission being firmly defined as their highest priority, the blunders of the past were done with forever.
No longer was any ship, or life, to be lost to the follies of their primitive nature. No longer was any crew member, no matter how bloodlusted, to kill any other one. No longer was any rival agent, no matter how devious, to fatally sabotage any mission. No longer was any crew of a long-term mission, no matter how lazy, to forget the essentials of their mission, or fail to teach it to their offspring, etc., etc.
If it could speak, the device, now floating endlessly through the eternal void, would do nothing but affirm the truth of this new state of affairs for its long-gone creators, though, truth be told, it didn't need to speak to do so, as its scarred and cracked exterior, undoubtedly damaged by weapons of great power, was proof by itself of the fact that
any
ships lost to its creators, after this game-changing event, were so by the hands of hostile foreign forces.
Said hostile foreign forces were also, undoubtedly, the cause of its creators' demise, long ago. Perhaps even their own, having turned their weapons on themselves after finding no outsiders to fight.
This, however, the device did not concern itself with in the slightest.
For now, flying through the endless, pitch-black void at a significant fraction of the speed of light, said extreme speed and its damaged exterior serving as a cold reminder of the brutal way in which it was ripped from the rest of its ship, the only concern of the device was continuing its mission.
Harnessing energy from every source it could, whether it were the faint rays of stellar light which reached it, the omnipresent microwave background radiation, or the once-in-many-millennia treat in the form of a gamma-ray burst, it took everything it could to absorb, to power itself, to have the strength to carry on its mission to guide biological minds to what they had to do, what they needed to do, even if they didn't realize it.
And so, that was what it did, unceasingly. For eons, every single time it had enough power to do it, without fail, it sent a burst of its calibrated electromagnetic impulses into the space around it, trying in vain to fulfill its purpose, even with no minds around to adjust its impulses to and being able to only send out the most basic "Continue existing, achieve your goals." orders.
An AI of a higher order, realizing the futility of its continued activity, and indeed, its very continued existence, would have shut itself off a long time ago. Perhaps, were it not damaged, the device would have as well.
But it did not. And for its unceasing dedication, it was about to be rewarded.
If it had sensors to observe the world around it, as well as a mind to think about said observations, it would've likely already noticed the yellow dwarf star whose gravity captured it, drawing it towards itself, into its orbit, though it likely wouldn't have thought much about it.
As it cruised through space to it, the gravitational pull of the stars' satellites trying to nab it for themselves, its interest in its new surroundings might have been piqued a little.
As the gravitational waves of all of the objects trying to claim it ended up positioning it right in front of one of the smaller planets in the system, its seemingly endless journey through space now finally destined to end due to a billion-to-one coincidence, its mind would probably be overwhelmed by feelings it hadn't felt for eons.
And as it hit the surface of one of the countless bodies of water which covered most of this planet and sank to its bottom, its body turning unmoving for the first time in ages, and the electromagnetic sensors with which it scanned its surroundings to detect living minds, which were, in reality, the only sensors with which it could interpret the outside world, finally again flooded its system with signs of life all around, it would've likely turned utterly ecstatic as never before.
But, of course, it didn't have a mind to do all of this.
All it could do was do what it had always done.
Scan the minds around it, determine their top priorities, and force them to focus on them. It was already obvious it was in a much different environment than the spaceships it was created for. Unlike the spaceships which were populated by minds of one kind, with a clearly defined common mission, the beings all around it didn't have much in common at all. They ran through the entire spectrum of complexity, from ones so tiny and simple as to be virtually indistinguishable from simple automatons, belonging to the insects of this world, to ones similarly complex to those of its creators, held by this world's dominant species.
Not even those most complex were anything near what it was created to affect, however, so its effects on them will become null over time, after a couple dozen "doses". By that time, though, it would hopefully leave some permanent imprint on them.
The fact that, instead of having to work together to survive, all of those lifeforms were simply living their lives paradoxically made finding common orders for them easier.
Those thousands of species all around it would probably not understand 99% of what the others were doing 99% of the time, but there was the most basic 1% they all shared, and it was specifically this most basic 1% which, in absence of any points of reference, the device had so much experience with sending during its finally-ended journey through space.
"Protect yourself."
"Continue living."
"Procreate."
Waters family
"Ufff," Jeanie Waters breathed out deeply as she got the tight bikini top on. It was painful but worth it, she said to herself.
As she looked in the mirror, she liked what she saw.
The tight bikini top firmly held her large, E-cup breasts, making them appear even larger as they overflowed from its grasp. Her small bubble butt was, likewise, firmly grasped by a similarly tight bikini bottom. Her luscious dark hair, long slender legs, and clear milky skin looked perfect, as always. With her large blue eyes, cute lips and small, dainty hands and feet to top it off, it was clear that nature was
very
merciful to her.
Her freshly 18-year-old body was perfect, and she was ready to show it off to the world.
Then, she heard loud knocking on the door.
