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
