Alien Mind Control From Planet P
Chapter 12
By Gary LM Martin
Pamela Sterritt was exhausted. Ever since the nuking of Charleston, South Carolina, she had been working 14 hour days on the National Security Council. On her way home she was surprised to get stuck in a sobriety checkpoint. She stopped her car and waited. Two officers came over and checked her identification. Then they asked her to get out of the car.
"I'm not drunk, officers," She said.
"Yes ma'am. Can you walk towards me in a straight line?"
Pamela did, quite easily. The two officers looked at each other.
"What are you looking at? I did it," she said.
"Would you follow me, Ma'am?" said one of the officers.
"Why?"
"Just follow me, please," said the officer.
Pam followed the officer into the back of a police van. The door swung close behind her and the other officer.
"Can someone please tell me what this is all about?" Pam asked.
"I surely can," said the officer, giving her a wide smile. He started to touch her hands tenderly.....
*********
Nearly thirty minutes later, Pam Sterritt, completely naked, sat up abruptly from the floor of the police van and said, "Contact has been made."
"Welcome, sister," said the officer, pulling up his pants.
"The Voice is telling me that I am to Infect others," said Pam. She put her hand over her vaginal lips, which was smeared with a mixture of her own juices, sperm, and an oily substance. She frowned and slowly started looking for her clothes.
"Yes, you will Infect others," said the police officer.
"I can do that," Pam said agreeably, seeing the officer watch her closely as she slid her panties over her vagina and triangle of blonde pubic hair. "As long as you leave my boyfriend Gavin out of it."
"Well, we can," said the officer. "But you know, your boyfriend is going to want to have sex with you sooner or later. And when he does, you will Infect him."
"That's right," said Pam, biting her lip. "I hadn't considered that. This is all so new to me." She looked around for her skirt.
"I understand," said the officer kindly, patting her on the shoulder, as he eyed her large, bell shaped breasts. "There is a solution, however.
We
could denature you."
"What is that?" Pam asked, feeling his eyes on her as she put on her bra.
"You have been modified to secrete Serum from the walls of your vagina. You could be unmodified so that would no longer happen."
"So I would no longer be part of
Us
?" Anna found the skirt, but again felt his hungry eyes as she strapped it on. She remembered the officer thrusting inside of her and blushed.
"You would still be part of
Us
, but you couldn't Infect anyone," said the officer.
"That sounds fine. Let's do it," said Pam, reaching for her blouse.
"But it is our duty to Infect," said the officer, putting a restraining hand on her, preventing her from putting on her shirt.
"Yes, it is," Pam agreed, feeling the conflicting emotions play out in her mind. Once she said that, the officer released her hand, allowing her to finish dressing.
"You must Infect others first, to earn the right to be denatured," said the officer.
"Who should I Infect?" Pam asked. She pat down her hair self-consciously. When she stepped out of the van, would everyone know what she had been doing? Did she have that "freshly fucked" look?
"You are friend with Frank Edelman, are you not?"
Frank!
How had the officer known about Frank? Pam began to suspect that this police stop hadn't been so random as she had thought.
Frank Edelman was an old flame from college. They had dated for a year before Pam had broken up with him. Then she had met Gavin.
"Frank... works for the Secret Service now," said Pam slowly, touching her skirt. "He's on the First Lady's detail."
"Precisely."
"You want me to Infect one of the First Lady's secret service agents? No. No. I can't betray my country in that way. He'll Infect her, and she will Infect the President."
"
We
have no interest in your First Lady or President. Why would
We
? They are all part of the old order, which will be swept away. All
We
want are eyes and ears in the White House," said the officer.
"No, I can't do it," said Pam, gritting her teeth.
The officer immediately recognized that this was one of those times when rewiring Pam's brain wouldn't work. Pam's mind had
already
been rewired, to accept overall control of the Voice. But overall control did not equal
absolute
control. Her devotion to the office of the Presidency was near-absolute. Rewiring her brain to this extent was simply not possible. But
We
didn't give up quite so easily. There were other avenues to explore.
"No one will force you to do anything. You can simply go home to your boyfriend," said the officer.
Pam started to feel sexual arousal between her legs, very strongly. It was like a flame that couldn't be put out. She started to rub herself. The officer smiled as he enjoyed the spectacle, but Pam couldn't stop. She felt such arousal! She put her hand under her skirt, inside her panties, and rubbed herself hard, just the way she liked it, but it did not help. "No... no..."
"Yes, yes," said the police officer mockingly, dispassionately watching her masturbate.
Pam felt her arousal getting even more intense. She rubbed herself shamelessly, but nothing was happening. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist Infecting Gavin. The officer turned to go.
"Wait," said Pam desperately. Her head tingled. She was being reprogrammed but barely realized it. While her desire to protect the President was strong, there were other inhibitions that were being chipped away, worn down, even without Pam fully realizing it.
"I can get you someone else," said Pam desperately.
"Who?"
"People I work with. At the NSA. In Homeland Security. In the Department of Presidential Personnel." Two minutes ago she would never have even considered making such an offer. But her new mindset found Infecting key members of the administration, if not the President himself, was a possibility that, even if still not
desirable
, was now at least
negotiable
.
"Agreed," said the officer promptly, and the urges within her immediately terminated. Pam's arousal disappeared as quickly as it had come, as if a switch had been flicked.
Pam gasped, relieved, and pulled her hand out of her panties. She was ashamed to see that her fingers were glistening. "Which one do you want me to Infect?"
"All of them," the officer smiled at her.
"All of them?" said Pam. "No."
"Start with a few in your NSA."
"A few. Two?"
"Three," said the officer.
"And that will be it? Then you will denature me, so I can be with my boyfriend?"
"
We
shall see," said the officer.
"Thank you, Officer."
The officer smiled. "You can call me Tom," he said, taking off his cap to reveal his handsome, sandy hair. He also had a nice big chest.
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Pam had very mixed feelings about what she was doing. On the one hand, she was part of
Us
now. It was her duty to Infect others. She accepted that. But she was still a senior employee of the United States government. She had loyalty to the institution. She was about to compromise it by Infecting key employees. Pam tried to walk a fine line. She would try to Infect as few people as possible. And she certainly wouldn't Infect the First Lady's Secret Service Detail!
Pam looked around at work and tried to decide who she would Infect. She was deciding not based on looks, but job functions. Who held the least critical jobs? There was Stanley Mallard. He manned the Africa desk. Nothing important ever happened there. He could be Infected. Then there was Kevin Mitchell. He dealt with energy issues, mostly grinding out research papers no one ever read. He could also be Infected. And then there was Robert Coltrain in Administration. No one was even quite sure what he did.
One by one Pam got them alone and Infected them as methodically as she did her day job. The first one, Stanley Mallard, was the hardest. She lured him to a supply closet, and started rubbing him with the pheromone, as the Voice instructed her. Soon he was out of his mind with desire and very eager to cooperate. But after Pam stripped off his pants, and then her own skirt and panties, she just stared at Stan, just lying there, with a goofy grin and a solid erection, waiting for her to mount him. She was about to Infect a staff member of the National Security Council! It would be a grave security breach.
But then she thought about Gavin. If she wanted to protect him from Infection, this was her only choice. Suppressing a sob, she mounted Stanley's penis and slowly slid down on it, impaling herself. Pam cried silent tears as she rode up and down on his penis, rapidly working Serum into the narrow slit at the end of his organ while giving him the ride of his life.
And then, twenty minutes later, it was done.
Stanley, now part of
Us
, eerily thanked her as he got dressed, with an alien look in his eyes. He nodded and left the supply room and Pam followed nervously behind him a moment later. And that was it. It was over.
After Stanley, taking the others was easier. The seriousness of the security violations she was committing became more bearable after she had Infected her first victim. After all, how much difference was there between Infecting one low level staffer in the NSA, or two or three? Not much, she tried to tell herself, as she next rode up and down on Kevin Mitchell's penis and later in the day Robert Coltrain's shaft.