Alien Mind Control from Planet P Ch. 19

"Mom, don't go!" Audrey cried.

"What... what will happen to me... if I do?" Maggie asked. "Will I stop loving the girls?"

"Of course not. You'll be perfectly fine. If anything, you'll feel a greater sense of intimacy and connection to your girls," said Yung Suk.

"Intimacy and connection," said Maggie, looking troubled.

Yung Suk walked to the door, clanking loudly in her thick high heels. "Are you coming?"

Maggie gave the girls a tearful look, and then followed.

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Maggie was led to a small bedroom where a handsome, barrel-chested man sat on a bed.

Yung Suk introduced them. "Jack, this is Maggie Williams. Maggie, this is Jack Derry." She smiled at Maggie. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted." She closed the door behind her.

Maggie stared at Jack nervously.

"Come in, sit down," said Jack, patting the bed next to him.

Maggie didn't move.

"I can't bring you into the Hive from this distance," said Jack. "If you prefer, we'll get another volunteer from your family."

"No!" Maggie cried. She quickly sat down on the bed, as far from Jack as possible. Jack smiled and moved over so they were sitting together.

"You know, we can't do this unless you want to," said Jack.

"How... how can I make myself want to?" Maggie said.

"Don't be concerned," said Jack, flashing a reassuring smile. "It will all come naturally."

Maggie gave him a weak smile.

Jack fondled her brown hair and sniffed it. "You smell wonderful."

"Thank, thank you," Maggie stammered.

Jack took her left hand and started to rub it. Maggie felt the oils being absorbed by her skin.

This is it.

"What... what will happen to me? What will it be like?" Maggie asked. She felt her body beginning to warm up.

"It will be wonderful," Jack assured her, as he continued to rub her hand.

"Will I still love my girls?"

"Even more so," Jack said.

"Even more?" Maggie began to feel confused. And something else....

"Joining Us doesn't enslave you," said Jack. "It frees your mind. It unshackles your sexuality. You'll feel a tighter emotional connection to everyone you love, your girls, your husband, everyone, in new ways you can't even imagine."

"How?" Maggie asked, as her vagina started to tingle.

"We have a telepathic connection to each other," said Jack, as he started to rub oily pheromones into her arms. "Once you join Us, you will feel what everyone else does. You will share your emotions and your lusts with your loved ones."

"My lusts... even with my daughters?" said Maggie.

"Of course," said Jack. "They are physically mature females, just like you. You will experience a closeness and intimacy with them that would never thought possible. But it is possible when you join Us." He started to rub the pheromones into her face and neck.

"But to be controlled by an alien virus...."

"It's simply wonderful," said Jack. "The act of giving up control. Of surrendering yourself, your mind and body and cunt. It's simply the most wonderful feeling you can imagine. Are you starting to feel it, Maggie? Are you?"

Maggie felt herself experiencing strong sexual desire. Her nipples stuck out through her shirt. Her clitoris was tingling painfully. She needed to have sex, now. "Yes," she whispered.

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Anson, lying nude on the couch in Gretchen's office, stared at the holoimage of Maggie, who was sitting with Jack Derry on the bed in the other room.

"Maggie!" Anson cried.

"She can't hear you," said Gretchen. Now that she was as nude as him, her smiles were even more potent. She stood there, her legs wide apart, her breasts sticking out, enjoying his every reaction. She looked so sexy standing there with a demanding look on her face, her hands on her hips. Her spread legs put her triangle of pubic hair and labial lips proudly on display, without a hint of shame, giving Anson a glimpse into the future, his immediate future.

She smiled as she sat down next to him on the couch, and started to play with his penis. "Let's sit and watch."

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Maggie was nearly saturated with pheromones, lost in need. She smiled dreamily as she let Jack remove her shirt. She started to regain some of her senses when he unstrapped her bra. She instinctively covered her breasts with her hands. Jack gently uncrossed her hands.

"No, no," said Maggie softly. Her voice sounded like it came from a faraway distance.

"It's going to be all right, really." Jack looked down at her breasts. "They're beautiful."

"They are?" Maggie said. Her breasts were rich and full but had a sag to them, as any 42 year old's would. "But... I'm a married woman."

Jack smiled at her. "Soon you'll be married to something much more."

"More?" Maggie found it hard to think.

Jack squeezed her hand. "Soon you'll be married to Us. And when you are, you'll find yourself with a new set of priorities. Trust me." His smile was so strong and Maggie's need was so great that she let him remove her pants, one leg at a time. She stepped out of each pants leg as if she were walking in a dream. Then Jack put his hands on her underwear. He saw Maggie's alarmed look. "Trust me," he whispered.

Maggie took a deep breath as he pulled her panties down. She felt so ashamed and embarrassed. But Jack's reaction stunned her.

"You... you're so beautiful!"

"I am?" said Maggie. She looked down at her bushy brown pubic triangle doubtfully.

"Yes!" said Jack, his eyes alight with hunger.

"How... how beautiful?" she stammered.

"Let me show you," he said. Then he started to undress himself. Jack was a very handsome man. When he took off his shirt it was all Maggie could do not to gape as she saw his big muscular hairy chest and broad shoulders. And then he took off the rest of his clothing and she saw his penis, hanging between his legs. Even flaccid it was big; much bigger than Anson's.

Jack looked into her eyes and her expression said it all. She was ready and willing to be taken, and yet she wasn't. That odd duality existed in her mind as her sensed battled the overpowering alien pheromones.

Jack gently took her by the hand and sat her down by his side on the bed. She felt his manly leg pressed against hers.

"You... you're going to make.. make love to me?" she asked timidly. To her own ears she sounded like a teenage girl. She couldn't even bring herself to say the word sex.

"Yes," Jack answered, smiling as he looked over her body. Maggie was in her early 40's, and her breasts sagged, but they were large and very squeezable and she looked like she would be a very sexy fuck. He looked at the curly pubic hair between her legs and imagined the three girls which had come out of her snatch.

"But... but Anson...."

"Your husband knows," said Jack, caressing her arms as he rubbed more pheromone in. "In fact, he's watching us right now."

"What?" said Maggie.

"Look," said Jack, pointing to the holocamera in the ceiling. "He's watching. He wants to see you make love to me."

"No! Anson would never want that!" said Maggie. Even in her befuddled state she knew that.

"But he does," said Jack softly, as he rubbed more pheromone into her neck and face. "There's nothing sexier than watching your woman being made love to by another man. Now that Anson has joined Us, he wants to see that more than anything."

"No!" Maggie cried.

"He does," Jack insisted, squeezing her breasts tenderly. "Now that Anson is part of Us, he feels what I feel. He wants to know what it feels like for another man to make love to you. He wants to see it and feel it through me." His hand moved downwards, between her legs. "Think how excited Anson will be to watch me make love to you."

"Oh!" Maggie cried. Her clitoris was already aflame; Jack's touch only made it worse.

"Think of the pleasure he'll get when he watches me moving inside you." He leaned over and kissed Maggie. She gasped, her nipples hardening. As he pulled back he saw her resolve weakening in her eyes.

Maggie looked uncertain. Her need was so great! "Anson... he wants it, he really does?"

"Look for yourself," said Jack. And suddenly, a muted holoimage appeared in the room.

To Maggie's immense surprise, she saw Anson, lying naked on a couch, and she also saw Gretchen McCallister, equally naked, fisting Anson's penis while he watched a holoimage of her! Maggie recognized Gretchen, the sexy vixen who had captured them. She had immediately recognized that Gretchen was an attractive woman, but seeing her naked like this made Maggie realize that Gretchen was truly gorgeous. She watched with tears in her eyes as Gretchen fisted Anson's penis, and Anson gasped in response.

"It's true!" she gasped.

Jack rubbed her shoulders smoothly. His touch was electric. "Of course it is. Your husband and Gretchen are watching us just as we are watching them. "

"Why... why would Anson be so excited?"

"Because he wants to see another man make love to you."

"No!"

"Yes." He started to kiss a pattern up the side of her neck, to her cheek, to her lips. Maggie's lips were unyielding at first, but then she gave in. They kissed passionately for a long moment.

Jack pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes. "Think of all the pleasure you'll give him. Think how much he'll enjoy it. You want me to make love to you, don't you, Maggie?"

Maggie's mind was overwhelmed by pheromones. In her normal state she never could have imagined that Anson would enjoy watching her have sex with another man. But given what she had seen with her own eyes, given the burning between her legs... she couldn't resist. "Yes," she gasped.

"Yes what?" said Jack.

"If... If Anson really wants it... then make love to me," Maggie whispered. She needed an excuse, any excuse, to put on the fire between her thighs. "Make love to me, Jack. If, if that's what he really wants."

Jack Derry gave a wolfish grin, pulled her down on the bed and got on top of her.

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"No!" Anson cried, as Jack Derry chuckled as he casually mounted his wife without a care in the world.

"You can't help her," said Gretchen. "The only thing you can do is to relax and enjoy it."

She got on the couch and straddled him, her pubic triangle hovering directly over his erection. "We are going to make love now, Anson."

"Never!"

"We are going to make love together and you will enjoy it," said Gretchen firmly. "I promise you, though, that however much you enjoy our first time together, each succeeding time will only get better and better."

Anson cried out and tried to get up from the couch. But his muscles were not responding. He couldn't move.

Gretchen, feeling the rage in his mind and looking at the hardness of his penis, which she had been carefully tending to, judged the time was right. She took his penis in hand and lined it up with the entrance to her vagina. Then she actually winked at him and slowly lowered herself, slowly impaled herself on him. all the while making sure not to block Anson's view of the holographic image of his wife.

When her vaginal lips were flush with Anson's pubic hair, she smiled contently. He was inside her now.

"And now we are one," Gretchen. She could feel the rage permeating his body. She feasted on it. As she started to move up and down on her shaft, she felt her nipples getting stiff. She groaned with pleasure.

Anson was barely paying attention to her as he watched his naked wife hugging a strange man in the other room.

"No, Maggie!" Anson yelled frantically.

"She still can't hear you," Gretchen reminded Anson, as rode him slowly, savoring every movement, up and down, up and down. "Jack is pleasuring her. Just as I am pleasuring you." She stared at him intently as she rode on his penis. "The only difference is that Jack is going to bring your wife into Us."

"No!" Anson yelled.

"Yes," Gretchen grinned. She put her hands to his head and felt his raw rage. It was so potent, so energetic! It made her nipples become as hard as pebbles.

In the other room, Jack Derry was kissing and hugging Maggie. He could feel the lust in her mind. She was totally saturated in pheromones, totally lost in the natural human instinct to reproduce. As she felt his erection rubbing against her, she knew she had to have him inside, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

"You feel so good, Jack," she whispered, hating herself for it.

"You do too," Jack grinned. "You're going to be a fine fuck, I just know it."

A fine fuck. Maggie winced at the term. But she needed relief, she needed it badly. "Is it true that Anson is really enjoying this?"

"Of course," said Jack. He fed her raw male lust, his lust for her. Maggie gasped as she felt it intrude on her mind. "Do you feel it?'

"Yes," she said. She struggled for words.

"Is there something you want to say, Maggie?" he asked, rubbing against her harder.

"If... If Anson really wants it, then... then do it." She felt so embarrassed!

"You want it for Anson?" said Jack, smiling wolfishly.

"That's... that's right... I'm doing it... for Anson." She felt so ashamed!

"No Maggie!" Anson cried in the other room. His latest round of rage and helplessness sent a shockwave of pleasure through Gretchen's thickly impaled cunt, making her cry out with joy.

And then Anson watched as Jack lifted himself up and entered his wife, and there wasn't a thing in the world he could do to stop it.

Jack poled in and out of Maggie Williams. As Jack had sex with Maggie he used her sexually but also in another way, the way that We were accustomed to. He sampled her raw lust. It tasted delicious. As he delved deeper, he sensed that Maggie secretly didn't care whether Anson was watching or enjoying or not; she was simply living in the moment, loving the feeling of being penetrated by a handsome muscular man. The pheromones had freed her sexuality temporarily, and very soon We would do so permanently.

"You feel so good," Maggie moaned. "Jack, you feel so good inside me!"

Jack grinned. Maggie hadn't even become part of Us and was already falling into the program. He sensed she would become an excellent servant. Some who joined Us tried to resist even after Infection, but others gave in quite easily, almost willingly. Jack sensed that Maggie would be one of the latter kind, which was excellent news as Maggie would serve an instrumental role in bringing her sexy daughters into Us as well.

Just as Jack was feeding off of Maggie's emotions, Gretchen was doing the same to Anson. Contrary to what Maggie had been told, Anson felt no pleasure watching another man make love to his wife. He was totally enraged that Maggie had been dosed with the pheromone, even more enraged that she was actively cooperating, and especially outraged that he was powerless to help her. But mixed in with that rage was also lust, but not for Maggie... but for Gretchen. Somewhere under the layers of anger there was lust, Gretchen was sure of it, and she dug down hard enough to get to it. She smiled and groaned when she finally found it. She knew that Anson was attracted to her. She had seen it in his eyes the moment they had made eye contact in Wyoming. That was why he had volunteered himself. It wasn't only to protect his family. Deep inside, he wanted her.

"Oh, Anson, your rage, your lust, it all feels so good," Gretchen cried, her breasts heaving as she rode up and down on his penis.

"There is no lust," said Anson tightly.

"Of course there is," said Gretchen. "You're sexually excited about watching Jack make love to your wife."

"No!" Anson cried.

"It makes your penis painfully hard to think of him coming inside Maggie, doesn't it, Anson?"

"No!" he cried again.

"Of course it does," said Gretchen. "Oh, I can feel it, Anson! I can feel your orgasm coming!. That's one of the advantages of being Us. We know what everyone around us is feeling." She smiled down at him as she rocked back and forth on his shaft even as her sexy thick brown hair fell forward and partially obscured her face. "I'm in communication with Jack. He's almost ready to come. Do you know what that means, Anson? He's going to fill Maggie with his cum. As well as Us."

"No!" Anson cried, and his rage was so palpable that Gretchen felt waves of pleasure in her vagina and nipples.

"Yes!" Gretchen cried with a grin. "And to give you a demonstration of the intimacy and togetherness that We can offer you, we're all going to come together. We're all going to climax at the same time to welcome bringing Maggie into Us!"

"No!" Anson screamed.

"You have no choice," said Gretchen, pushing the hair out of her face again as she bounced up and down on his shaft. "I feel your helplessness now. It's so delicious, Anson. I could dine on it all day. You're so helpless, helpless even to prevent yourself from climaxing...." She paused, reaching out with her mind. "I think Jack and Maggie are ready. So am I, Anson! Are you ready to come, dear?"

"No!" Anson said. "You'll never get me to climax with you!"

"Won't I?" said Gretchen. She stared into him with hard dark eyes. Suddenly, Anson felt as if a switch was being turned in his mind. His penis got that tight tense feeling, the feeling it got right before-

"Ah-" said Anson.

"Ahhh," said Gretchen, overcome both by Anson's burgeoning lust as well as his shaft delving deep inside of her.

"Oh!" Maggie cried, as she felt herself on the precipice of coming.

"Oooh!" Jack Derry said, as he felt himself about to shoot his load inside of her.

"Aaaaaah!" Anson cried out again, and his sexual tension was on such a knife's edge that Gretchen felt-

And then four mouths spoke exactly as one. "Ah... ah... aaaaaahhhh!" Four heads jerked back. Four people experienced tremendous orgasms. As Anson unwillingly filled Gretchen with his sperm, Jack Derry did the same to his wife Maggie. Except Jack added something a little extra to what he ejaculated inside of Maggie's well used cunt.

Insemination had occurred! There was silence in the room for a long moment as everyone came down from their respective highs.

"That was wonderful," Gretchen cried, as she allowed her sweaty body to collapse on top of Anson. "You were wonderful, Anson."

Anson felt drained in more ways than one. "You bitch," he said. He watched as Gretchen slowly pulled off of him. Her pussy lips were stretched and shiny. Gretchen made seductive eyes at him as she rubbed her pussy lips in a slow circular motion, the wetness a unique combination of her own juices and Anson's sperm. "You really put a heavy load into me, Anson. Are you sure you didn't enjoy it?"

"Bitch." Anson felt drained. He stared at the holoimage of Maggie. Jack Derry had pulled out of Maggie's vagina and was lying in bed with her. His rod looked shrunken and spent.

"Wait," said Gretchen. She lay down on the couch alongside him, snuggling against his chest, as if they were lovers. Gretchen loved the feeling of his chest hairs against her cheek has her hand played with his wiry pubic hair and shrunken tool. "The best is yet to come," she promised. As Gretchen fondled him, Jack did the same with Maggie, playing a finger over her vaginal lips, waiting for the inevitable to occur.

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Maggie found herself lying in a daze next to Jack. Next to another man who had made love to her but was not her husband. She felt ashamed as she curled up against his warm body. She felt a warmth rising from her pubis. "Jack?"

"Hm?" Jack had a self satisfied smile.

"What happens now?"

"In a few minutes you'll join Us," says Jack. "Once we get from here to here." He touched her pubis and then her head, smiling as he saw realization dawn on her face.