Alien Mind Control from Planet P Ch. 19

Alien Mind Control From Planet P

Chapter 19

By Gary LM Martin

[Several months earlier....]

Gretchen McCallister had fundamentally changed when she had joined Us.

Of course, she had changed in the way that every other person did when they joined Us. Our priorities became their priorities.

But with Gretchen, the change was more fundamental. Gretchen, a conservative divorcee, suddenly found her sexual appetites magnified tenfold. And when We freed her from the traditional bonds of morality, Gretchen thought nothing of using her skyhigh ESPer abilities to satisfy her new needs and desires.

And so We put her in charge of the Farm.

The Farm was a place of terror.

The Farm wasn't really a farm, not anymore. It was a hastily built prison, a farmhouse that had a fence erected around it, with barns converted into jail cells.

Most people didn't know why they had been selected to go to the Farm. They only knew they all had at least one thing in common: they had been immune to the Air Loves. But most people caught by the Hunters were not usually detained; they were simply Infected through sexual intercourse or injected with the Serum.

But the prisoners who were sent to the Farm were not made a part of Us. At least, not so quickly.

********

When We started to overwhelm society, Anson Williams took his wife, Maggie, and his three grown daughters, 21 year old Natalie, 19 year old Shelley, and 18 year old Audrey into the mountains of northern Wyoming, figuring they would be safe there in a small community of fellow escapees.

And they were, for a time. But one day Jared Kushner returned from a supply run to Casper, and as he greeted Anson, Anson failed to notice something about Jared's smile that wasn't quite right.

We came in force an hour later.

We controlled the army and national guard, and so Anson and his fellow escapees found themselves surrounded by the very men and women who should have been protecting them. They still belonged to the armed forces, but they were part of the army of Us now. With blaster rifles and even blaster cannons pointed at their hideout, they had no choice but to surrender.

The rebels slowly emerged and stood in a line as they were disarmed and their names were taken. Anson and Maggie stood with Natalie, Shelley and Audrey between them. Audrey, the youngest at 18, looked like she was about to cry.

"Everything's going to be all right, dear," Maggie told her, squeezing her hand.

"Daddy, what are they going to do to us?" Audrey whispered.

"I don't know," Anson said. But he did know. They would all be made to join Us. They would all fall under the mind control of the aliens who had taken over the Earth. Anson wondered if he would still feel love for Maggie and the kids, and if they would still have feelings for him. Or would they simply become emotionless automatons?

There was a loud sound and Anson looked up and saw a gravcopter rapidly approaching. It landed in front of the assembled troops, kicking up dust all around it. Several more soldiers got out of it, all heavily armed, and then a woman in civilian clothing emerged.

She caught Anson's attention immediately. She was a redhead in her 30's. She wore a silky black blouse which showed off her breasts, a short skirt, black pantyhose and high heels. She also wore long black gloves going up her arms. As she walked towards him, she wiggled her hips and her ass. She reeked of sexuality. As she got closer, Anson saw she had dark eyeliner, long lashes, red cheeks, and bright red lipstick. Her wavy permed hair had bangs on top, giving her a softer look.

But there was nothing soft about her dark eyes. As she stared at the line of prisoners, her glance caught Anson's for just a moment, but it was enough to make him shiver.

Gretchen McCallister gave the prisoners an easy smile as she inspected them. The way she smiled, the way she wiggled her hips, it was as if she were welcoming them all to a private party. Behind her Yung Suk Ho trailed her, also with a wicked smile.

Gretchen wiggled her hips and sauntered confidently in her high heels along the line of prisoners as if she were walking on a fashion runway, catching their eyes as she passed each one. She seemed to be looking for someone, or perhaps something, but no one had any idea who or what that was. Sometimes she would seem to pause, but only for a moment, before moving on. She did that with Anson, pausing as she looked him up and down for a moment, making Anson feel like he was completely nude. Then she met his eye and gave a hint of a smile, as if they had just shared a private joke together.

And then she moved on. Anson breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know who or what Gretchen was, but he sensed she was powerful.

Yung Suk Ho trailed in her wake. Unfortunately, Audrey, Anson's youngest daughter, broke under the strain and audibly gasped when Yung Suk gave her a hard look.

"And what do we have here?" Yung Suk said, turning her attention towards Audrey. She reached out to pet Audrey under the chin like a farm animal.

"Leave her alone!" Anson cried, springing forward. He moved to get between Yung Suk and Audrey, but found himself frozen in his tracks. He couldn't move. He looked up and met Gretchen McCallister's amused look. She smiled at him, and he felt a tingling all over his body.

Gretchen ever so casually walked over to him, her hips wiggling in an extremely relaxed way. "What have we here? A ram among the sheep?" she asked. Her dark eyes bored into his. Anson felt an enormous pressure on his mind, as if he were being probed, sampled.

Meanwhile, Yung Suk was still preoccupied with Audrey, caressing her face. "This one has definite possibilities. I'll take her," she declared.

"No!" Anson cried out. He struggled to move but couldn't, not even his arms or hands.

"No?" Gretchen smiled again, looking like a parent enjoying the tantrum of an unruly toddler.

"Please," said Anson, his face softening. "Don't take her."

"And why shouldn't I?" Gretchen asked, shifting weight on her high heels. With Gretchen, every movement had an erotic connotation.

"Take me instead," said Anson promptly. He didn't know what prompted him to say that. He hoped he hadn't been swayed by her sexuality-

"No!" Maggie cried.

"Take me, but leave Audrey," said Anson.

Gretchen smiled and ran her hands against her behind. "An intriguing offer." She paused, relishing the moment. "If I take you, what will you do for me?"

Anson squirmed uncomfortably. He was acutely aware that he was having this conversation in front of his wife and three adult daughters. "I'll do... whatever you want."

"No, Anson!" Maggie gasped, as she tried to step forward. But one firm glance from Gretchen rooted her to the spot.

Gretchen smiled again and leisurely turned her gaze back to Anson. "So... you'll do anything I want?" She paused, letting the implications sink in. Then she nodded. "Yes. I can see you will. I can see it in your eyes." And she stared into them, making him feel that tingling again, even... down there.

"Very well," Gretchen said. She raised her voice. "Take him!"

Soldiers rushed forward to grab Anson. He found he could move again.

"And take them as well," said Gretchen, pointing to Maggie and the girls.

"No!" Anson cried. "We had a deal!"

Gretchen put her hands on her hips. "You have a lot to learn, Anson Williams."

Anson shuddered. He had never told her his name.

********

Anson was thrown into a group pen with other prisoners. But Audrey and the girls were not among them. Women were being held separately. Anson could only hope that they were all right, at least for the moment.

Anson looked at the other prisoners. They were all exhausted. Anson quickly found out why. They had been Used repeatedly.

"Used?" Anson asked.

"They have sex with us," said a weary man named Joe Daschle. "They drain our minds of energy."

"If they have sex with you, why haven't you been Infected?" Anson asked.

"They've been denatured," said another weary inmate named Adam Schiff. "They can't Infect us."

"How many times...." Anson left the question unanswered.

"I don't know. Ten. Or more," said Schiff, shaking his head. "I've lost track."

And then the guards came for Anson.

He was brought to a room in the farmhouse which had been heavily redecorated. It had a soft rug, plush furniture, gentle lighting, and Anson could even hear soft music playing in the background. The atmosphere was almost... romantic.

And behind the desk, working on a Pad, was the shining face of Gretchen McCallister. "I'll be with you in just a moment, Anson."

Anson.

She continued to work on her Pad as a smile grew on her face. Whether she was reading something that pleased her, or the smile was for Anson's benefit, he didn't know. But finally she was done and put it down.

"There's never enough hours of the day to bring people into Us," Gretchen sighed. "It's always a struggle to make time for leisure. But then if you never make the time, how will you ever have the time?" She looked at him in an odd way as if she were actually expecting an answer, and then, getting none, she frowned and stretched her long legs under her desk. Anson saw they were encased in sheer black pantyhose. Somehow the blackness of them made him think of her pubic hair, even though she was a redhead.

"Naughty naught, Mr. Ford," said Gretchen, waggling a finger at him.

She can read my mind! Anson thought.

"Only sometimes," said Gretchen, getting up from behind her desk and walking towards him. She sat on the edge of the desk, as if to give him a better look at her long legs. "But we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Gretchen McCallister. May I call you Anson?"

Anson nodded.

"How delightful," she said, as if they had just shared an intimacy, the first of many. "Welcome to the Farm. I know you're going to fit in perfectly here."

"What is this place?" Anson asked.

"That's always every guest's first question," said Gretchen. "Sit down and I'll explain."

Anson stood.

"You want to sit, don't you?" Gretchen asked.

Suddenly, Anson felt his body sitting down. As if it weren't under his control. But he wasn't Infected. How had that happened?

Gretchen, seeing the confusion on his face, smiled. "That's better."

She rain her hands against her thighs, caught him looking and smiled at him.

"The Farm is an institution created to reward We who serve Us in senior capacities," said Gretchen.

"Reward them in what way?" Anson asked.

Gretchen spread her legs slightly. "When we have what you call sex, Anson, we also drain mental energy from the mind of our partner. We get to sample whatever they feel passionately about. This exchange of mental energy is part of what we think of as sex in Our culture."

Gretchen's right foot, wearing a high heel shoe, started to rotate slightly. Anson couldn't help but watch, fascinated by the long, hard spike on the bottom of her heel even as Gretchen continued. "But when We have sex with others who have already joined Us, the transfer of mental energy is not always... very flavorful. The mind has an amazing ability to regenerate, Anson, but the more a mind is drained, the less substantial the... experience, the next time one has sex. And also, when one joins Us, there is often a certain... dulling of emotional energies."

"So free minds taste best," said Anson. And suddenly, to his horror, he knew the purpose of the Farm.

"Precisely." Gretchen looked pleased. "You have a concise facility with words, Anson."

"Which also explains why you've had yourselves nullified."

"The correct term is denatured." Gretchen rubbed her pantyhose encased legs together slightly, staring intently at him to see that he was watching. "Yes, those of us who come here are temporarily denatured, so we don't spoil the experience for our... partners."

"Your victims," said Anson.

"Our guests," said Gretchen, giving the hint of a smile.

"But why me?" Anson asked.

Gretchen slowly took off one of her long black gloves that went up to her elbow. As Anson watched her bare arm appear, and then her hand and fingers, she wiggled them appreciatively and smiled at him. "Didn't you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

And then Gretchen slowly took the other glove off as well. Anson couldn't take his eyes off the long, leather glove, slithering off her arm. It was so sexual but again in a way he couldn't explain. When her glove was off she flexed her fingers again, as if stretching them. The she reached out and started to caress him, under his chin, as Yung Suk had tried to do to Audrey.

Her touch was electric.

"When we first met, Anson," Gretchen said softly. "Did you feel it?"

"I don't know what you mean," said Anson.

Gretchen leaned close. Her gaze was so powerful! She had such mysterious dark eyes.

"I think you do." Her lipstick was so bright, so red. And her lips were so full.

Gretchen stared at him knowingly. "You surrendered yourself to me because you wanted me."

Anson looked into her dark eyes. Her fingers were electric as they roamed over his face ever so lightly.

"No," he said.

"You want me, Anson Williams," said Gretchen. It was not a question.

"No," Anson said again. But he gasped as he said it. It was getting harder and harder to deny it. The feeling of her fingers touching his face was so exciting.

"You want me," she said again, her eyes boring into him even more insistently.

"No," he said again, feeling the strength of her power, leaning into his mind.

And then the pressure was gone, and Gretchen, in a musical voice, said. "We'll see."

********

As Gretchen took a step back, Anson blinked, as if a spell had been broken.

"Take off your clothes, Anson," she said. She turned away and started to remove her own clothes, not even looking at him, as if to show that she had absolutely no doubt that he would comply.

And then Anson found himself jerkily getting up, and fumbling to take off his own clothing. It was as if his body was not under his control. Anson watched as his hands worked to disrobe himself as quickly as possible while Gretchen removed her own clothes more gracefully, like a model.

When they were both nude, Anson couldn't help but be awed. Gretchen's heavy breasts didn't show a hint of sag. She had the largest areolas he had ever seen. Her hair on her head was red but her pubic hair was brown, which for some reason seemed to only inflame him further. She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, including his wife Maggie.

"That's so kind of you to say, darling," said Gretchen.

Anson flushed.

She walked over to him and took him in her arms. Her touch was electric. She looked down and saw his penis beginning to stir. "I excite you, don't I?"

"No." Anson shook his head.

"I don't have to be an ESPer to know you're lying, Anson," said Gretchen. She reached down and with a little finger and stroked his penis exactly once. It started to stiffen at her touch.

"You find me attractive. Say it." She stared at him with deep eyes.

"It's a physical reaction. Nothing more," said Anson.

"Hm." Gretchen smiled as if she was pleased by his resistance. She gave him a sexy look. "Now why don't you lie on the couch and get comfortable so we can begin?" Gretchen asked.

Anson found himself walking over to the couch. He lay down on his back even though Gretchen hadn't specified it. He somehow seemed to know what she wanted, and his body obeyed. He felt so embarrassed that his penis was sticking straight up. He felt like it was such a betrayal of Maggie.

Gretchen walked over to the couch, looked down at his massive erection, made eye contact, and smiled. She ran a hand over him. He shivered as she touched his arms, his legs, careful to keep away from his penis which was so painfully hard.

"I excite you, don't I, Anson?"

"You... you're very beautiful," Anson admitted.

"Why thank you, dear," she said, stroking his leg a little harder.

"-but I'm a married man."

"Once you join Us, we'll all be closer together than marriage in a way I cannot describe," Gretchen promised. She looked down again and saw his penis vibrating slightly. "You are eager," Gretchen smiled. "Good. As I've told you, sex for Us has a strong emotional component. To enjoy it fully, We need to make you as mentally excited as possible."

"And how do you do that?" Anson wondered.

"With a little help from your family." She noticed the surprised look on his face."Yes, your dear family! You thought that when you so bravely volunteered to have sex with me that I would just leave them in Wyoming, didn't you?" She put her face next to him. "No one gets left behind, Anson Williams. Sooner or later, you will all belong to Us."

"What have you done to them?" Anson cried.

"Nothing... yet," said Gretchen. She ran her fingers over his penis. It quivered in anticipation. Perfect. "In fact, your wife... Maggie, was it?... will be released in a very short time. Would that please you, Anson?"

"Yes," said Anson suspiciously.

"Would you like to see your wife before she leaves us, Anson?"

"Yes, very much," said Anson.

"Your wish..." her hand again played over his penis, "...is my command." Gretchen pressed a button on her Pad, and a holoimage of Maggie appeared.

Maggie, in the arms of another man.

********

Maggie had been kept in a locked room in the farmhouse with the girls. Each hour that passed only seemed to fray their nerves more.

"Mom, what are they going to do to us?" Shelley asked.

"I don't know, dear," said Maggie, trying to look calm.

"And where is Dad? Why won't they let us see him?" Audrey, the youngest, had a strong attachment to Anson.

"I'm sure your father is fine," said Maggie.

"You don't know that!" Audrey cried.

"Your father is fine," said a new voice.

They looked up to see that the door had opened and Yung Suk Ho was standing there, giving them a sinister looking smile. "You're the Williams family, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Maggie, standing up.

Yung Suk walked over to Audrey. The door was wide open, and there were no other guards in sight, but such was Yung Suk's power over them that they felt too intimidated to make a run for it. She gave Audrey a wicked smile. "And you're the beauty I noticed earlier."

"Leave her alone," said Maggie. She saw the startled look in Yung Suk's eyes. "Please."

Yung Suk said, "I have been instructed to take one of you."

"One of us?" said Maggie. "For what?"

Yung Suk smiled. "One of you must join Us."

"No," said Maggie, her eyes widening with terror.

"Yes," said Yung Suk. "I was told that if no one volunteered, that I would be allowed to make the selection." She looked around at the girls, and her gaze settled on Audrey. "You, little one. Come with me." She reached out for Audrey's hand.

"Wait!" said Maggie.

Yung Suk paused, her arm outstretched.

"I... I'll do it. Take me," said Maggie.

"No!" Audrey cried.

"If... if you take me, will you let the others go?" Maggie asked.

"We might," said Yung Suk. "It all depends."

"On what?" Maggie asked.

"On what We want," said Yung Suk.

Maggie shook her head. "We have to have a deal. If I go with you, you let the girls go."

Yung Suk strode forward so she was face to face with Maggie. "There are no deals to be had here, Maggie Williams. There is only Us. We may be satisfied with only you; on the other hand, We may not. We will not know until We tell Us. Now, do you wish to come, or not?"