Contact (Alien Mind Control Erotica)

Helene Thorne thought her ordeal was over, but now that she's back on Earth her troubles are just getting started. Her dreams are still haunted by an insatiable lust for her second in command even as she sleeps next to her unknowing scientist husband. Little does she know that every orgasm she experiences only strengthens her former captors and hastens their return.
Warning: This 5,000 word erotic short contains a sexy dominating shape shifter, a lust fulled space captain, and light cuckolding.

"You were spying on us,"

"No, we collect data from your mind. Quite quickly, if you haven't remembered."

His arms slid around her waist and she found herself backing into him instinctually. She could always count on her body to betray her in the dream world.

"Mmm, nice, isn't it? You're always so soft. Harris must enjoy you immensely."

Thoughts of Harris raced through her mind. Where was he right now? Was he experiencing the same thing with his own tormentor? Who had come to visit him? Would he come to her rescue again? Would Adam? Anybody?

The apparition’s hands snaked their way up her abdomen making their way towards her pert breasts before seizing upon them. Helene gasped at the sudden pressure, her already stiff nipples hardening to pebbles beneath the kneading.

Her hips shifted uneasily, trying to find release from the building tension.

"You're only dreaming," he whispered. It was only half true, she thought, but she couldn't formulate another convincing argument. She could feel the wetness growing in her panties. Harris's warm breath against her ear caused the tingling in her breasts and lower parts to flourish.

"Enjoy the dream."