Alien Mind Control From Planet P
Chapter 13
By Gary LM Martin
Everything was different now.
The Earth was conquered. Nearly everyone on the planet was Infected. Those who had avoided sexual seduction got it through the NR-1 vaccine. Those who had avoided the NR-1 Vaccine got it through the Air Loves, as Worth learned they were called.
Those giant pancake creatures had been grown in secret all over the country. The fifteen that were launched that day were only the first wave. Over a period of months, most of the country, and even the world, were blanketed with spores from those pancake creatures. The spores didn't survive long in the atmosphere--not more than a few hours. But when detonated upwind from a major metropolitan area, it did its work most effectively.
By now most of the population had been exposed, one way or another. But still, not everyone was infected. A tiny minority, a fraction of one percent, seemed to be immune to spores. Like Worth was. He didn't know what quirk in his individual genetic makeup had protected him or the others who were spared.
But he did know that he was still vulnerable. Those who were immune to the spores were not immune to Infection by sex or by injection. Worth knew this because he had seen members of the resistance who were immune to the spores get Infected by other means.
That's right, there was a resistance now, lead by small bands of survivors. It was a perilous business, because resistors could be caught and turned at any time, and when turned they would immediately betray their colleagues. That's why they had to stay in small groups, so the number who could be betrayed were quite limited.
The military was under the complete control of the Infected. Not that there was much need for them, given that everyone else was Infected as well.
And that included the White House. President Stone had done a complete turnabout. After warning the population not to take the NR-1 vaccine, the President had declared martial law and was
requiring
everyone to take it. Government employees, members of the military, local police forces, and students in schools were being inoculated first, whether they liked it or not. It was for the security of the nation, President Stone said, in a national address, surrounded by his wife and senior advisors. Other countries quickly echoed his move.
The media backed this up with a strong campaign every day urging people to be vaccinated; the media portrayed anyone opposed to the vaccine as "alien conspiracy theorists", as mentally ill people who should be institutionalized. And naturally anyone who actually tried to get the word out about the Infection was lumped in the same category.
In short, the aliens were in nearly complete control.
Saoirse ("Sur-sha") McKenna was driving her air car most carefully. Nowadays she always drove very cautiously. Now that most people had been Infected, she didn't want to do anything to draw attention to herself. She had been caught in one of what the media called "freak snowstorms" that was "nothing to be concerned about" in Fairfax County, Virginia where she lived. She seen the people around her shriek and grab their heads, and then suddenly say, "Contact has been made", and act completely different.
But for some reason, it hadn't happen to her. She didn't know why. So Saoirse had learned to blend in. When she went shopping for food, she had the same blank look on her face as they did. When she stood in an elevator with three of the Infected, she acted like nothing was wrong, even as a shiver went down her spine, thinking she could be caught and turned so easily and quickly in such a constrained environment. And at night, when everyone left their homes and went... somewhere, Saoirse turned off all the lights, and didn't make a sound, so no one would know that she was still at home.
But then her car was stopped at what looked like a police checkpoint, and she couldn't back up because there were now cars behind her. She realized she would have to bluff her way through. She took a deep breath. She had done this before.
Saoirse held her breath as the officers approached her.
"I need to see your ID, ma'am," said one of the officers. He was wearing dark glasses. It was impossible to see his expression underneath.
Saoirse pressed a button to send her identification to the officer's datapad. The officer received it, pushed a few buttons on his own datapad, and waited.
"What is this checkpoint for?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.
The officer looked at her with an unreadable expression. "It's all routine, ma'am."
What was he doing? Was he searching for her name in a database? Did the Infected, who now ran the government, keep a database of who was Infected and who wasn't? That would be too... human. No, they wouldn't resort to such measures, she told herself.
The officer's datapad beeped twice.
"Please step out of the car, Ma'am."
"Why?" said Saoirse. "Have I done something wrong?"
"It's all routine," the officer assured her.
Saoirse looked at the two officers around her, waiting. There were more in the nearby police van. There was no way she could simply drive through, the way ahead was blocked. There was no choice. She had to submit, and try to hope for the best. She opened her car door and stepped out, trying to hide her fear.
"This way, Ma'am," said the officer. He escorted her into the police van.
Inside was a plainclothes detective, looking at a datapad. He looked like a kind man. "Mrs... McKenna?" he said, looking up at her.
"Yes," said Saoirse. She tried to keep from jumping as the door to the van closed behind her. "What's this all about?"
"I'd just like to ask you a few questions," said the detective. He started asking her routine questions. Where did she live? How old was she? Was she married? Where did she work?
As the detective asked these questions, his hand crept forward. Gently, very gently, he started to pat hers. She wanted to draw her hand away, but knew that would reveal her as Uninfected. She hoped that she could endure whatever the man was doing. Perhaps he was just testing her.
But the detective's hand petting grew more intense, and Saoirse felt her pulse started to race. She began to get sexually excited. The man's questions stopped making sense as he started to rub her arms. She started to get very hot. She felt a burning between her legs. The detective rubbed her neck and cheeks, and she felt like she was on fire. She needed some loving, right then and there.
Saoirse was so far gone that she didn't resist as the man took off her skirt or even her panties. "You're quite beautiful, Mrs. McKenna," he noted as he looked at her pubic triangle and firm legs. The detective very casually dropped his pants and lowered his underwear.
"What... what are you doing?" Saoirse mumbled. Her mind felt like it was covered in cotton.
"It's all standard procedure, ma'am," the detective assured her as he spread her legs to give him a better view of her.
Saoirse watched with horror and fascination as the detective's penis slowly started to grow erect as he stared at her vagina hungrily. She was the cause of it, she knew. Her own sexuality was helping to ready the instrument of her own enslavement. She watched the man's penis slowly inflate, slowly pointing more and more upwards, realizing she was watching her own end in slow motion.
Saoirse knew what the detective was going to do, and why he was going to do it, and what would result from that, but she found she couldn't move a muscle. She had such a burning need for sex that her mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: putting out the flames of desire between her legs. She would be grateful to whoever did it, whatever the reason. Any negative consequences could be dealt with later.
The detective moved to push her knees up to give him an appropriate angle of entry. Saoirse's body was limp and responsive and she didn't resist as he leaned down, aiming his organ of Infection at her lower entrance. In her final seconds of free thought, Saoirse wondered what it would be like. When she became part of
Them
.
And then, in the very second before the officer was about to effect his entry, there was a sound of a door swinging open, and light streamed in from the back of the van. The detective had his back to it, so he couldn't see who was there.
A new voice said, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but can I pay my parking ticket here?"
The detective turned around, to see a man with a blaster aimed at him. The man fired and the detective fell to the ground, incapacitated. At first Saoirse couldn't see the man clearly, because he was silhouetted against the sunlight. But then he took a step into the van, and much to her surprise, she recognized him.
"I know you," she whispered, her mind still half crazed. She half hoped he would finish what the detective had started. Infected, not Infected, it didn't matter. She spread her legs a bit further, to give him a subtle hint.
But the man didn't seem to notice. "We've got to go," he said. "Here, let me help you." He helped her get her skirt on. There were no time for panties.
Saoirse was in such a daze that she had to be helped out of the van. She saw the stunned bodies of police officers on the ground, and men were running around, shouting. The man who rescued her helped her into an air car, and within moments, they sped off.
