Alien Mind Control From Planet P
Chapter 21
By Gary LM Martin
Two days later, Anson was brought back to Gretchen's office.
"Anson!" She flowed into his arm sand kissed him like a long lost lover. Gretchen frowned at his tepid response. "You can do better than that, Anson. Kiss me like you mean it." Those dark eyes were so demanding, and wouldn't be denied.
Anson grimaced, but when he felt those warm, plush lips pressed against him again, he actually found himself kissing he back. "I hate you," he said, after he pulled back.
But instead of being angry, Gretchen smiled and ran a gloved hand over his chest. "I know. I feel it in here," she said, tapping her chest. "It excites me." Her long eyelashes fluttered at him. "Take off your clothes, Anson."
Gretchen put her gloved hands on her hips and stared at him. The first time she had used her ESPer powers to force him to undress; the second time she had started out using her powers to give him a hint of the alternative; but now she didn't use her powers
at all
. She just stared at him...
and waited
.
Anson stared back at her and realized he had no alternative. If he refused, she would take control of his body. He slowly started to undress, glaring at her. Gretchen smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and glared at her. She literally
bathed
in his anger. Anson's training was making excellent progress. Now he was
getting undressed on his own.
But Anson noticed that unlike last time Gretchen was
not
getting undressed. He frowned at her, but she just gave him a mysterious smile.
Once Anson was naked he realized the power imbalance. He was nude and Gretchen was still fully clothed. He felt helpless and vulnerable as Gretchen put a finger in her mouth and smiled at him. "Not bad, Anson," she said approvingly. "But you haven't taken off my clothes yet."
Anson's eyes shot upwards. "You want me to undress you too?"
Gretchen nodded. "That's the proper role of a footman, isn't it?"
Anson shook his head. "I will never be your footman."
Gretchen slowly walked around Anson in a circle. "You undress before my eyes. You stand here naked. You are about to give your body to me...
again
," she said, her hard black eyes staring into his. "You
are
going to become my footman, Anson. Soon you will want it more than anything. You will beg and plead for it, and the happiest moment in your life will be when I grant your wish."
"You're mad," said Anson.
Gretchen matched glares with him for a long moment. He felt the tremendous power behind them. Tension built in the air. What would Gretchen, with her tremendous ESPer powers, do to him? Anson felt his body stiffening up.
And then Gretchen burst out laughing. She put a slender hand on his bare shoulder. "Oh really, Anson," she said, all smiles. "I am enjoying you
so much
!"
Anson blushed and felt his nipples tingling again.
Her smile grew broader, as if she knew. She put a playful gloved hand on his shoulder. "Now stop stalling and take off my clothes."
She looked at him expectantly. She could see the wheels turning in his mind. She used her ESPer powers to give him a tug, just the slightest tug. That was all that was needed. She smiled as she saw Anson start to pull off one of her long leather gloves.
"You started with the gloves? An interesting choice," said Gretchen. "I know you find them sexy."
Anson tried not to stare at Gretchen's irritating grin as he pulled off one long leather glove and then the other. After he pulled off the second glove he found himself still holding her hand, he didn't know why.
Those dark eyes bore into him.
Kiss it, Anson. Kiss it. You know you want to.
Anson made a face, and reached down and kissed her hand. He hadn't been forced into it; truthfully, he didn't know
why
he did it. But when Gretchen's smile grew broader, his heart lept.
"You're so romantic!" Gretchen squeaked, and for a moment she seemed like a young girl and not an alien dominatrix. "Now remove the rest of my clothes, Anson."
Anson undid the clasps on her silky blouse. Gretchen's smile grew broader as Anson opened her shirt.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Gretchen said in a low voice, as she spread her arms and let Anson take off her shirt.
"No," said Anson.
"Of course you are," said Gretchen, with total assurance in her tone. Her shirt removed, Anson tried to get behind her, but Gretchen turned with him so he couldn't. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to get behind you to remove your bra," said Anson gruffly. It was bad enough having to do it; talking about it somehow made it even
worse
.
"You can do it while I'm facing you," said Gretchen.
"How?" said Anson.
"Figure it out," Gretchen grinned.
It didn't take much calculation. Anson knew what she wanted. In order to open the clasp on her back, he would have to hug her tightly in front in order to get his arms around her to reach it.
Gretchen had already had sexual intercourse twice with Anson, but that had been
different
. He had been a captive, frozen on her couch by her ESPer powers, and unable to resist. This time he was the one initiating, however reluctantly, and Gretchen was enjoying every moment of it.
Anson looked at her large breasts encased in a lace black bra. They looked
gorgeous
.
"Why thank you, Anson. But shouldn't you be getting to work?" Gretchen smiled.
Anson leaned forward and felt his bare chest pressing against the flimsy lacy bra. He felt the warmth and softness of her breasts as he reached around her for her bra clasp. Her breasts felt so warm, so inviting, that in any other circumstance he would have found this terribly, terribly arousing.
I'm a married man and she's my torturer,
Anson had to remind himself. They were face to face and Gretchen's smile was laced with smugness and delight as he worked the strap behind her.
And then Gretchen's bra sprang open and Anson pulled it off of her. He blushed as he saw the pleased smile on Gretchen's face as her breasts were freed. They looked so large, so firm, so very suckable.
"And they are, Anson! And thank you for noticing!" She gave him a seductive look. "But you're getting ahead of yourself. That's for a later lesson," Gretchen smiled. "Now do my skirt!"
Anson found himself bending downward slightly to remove her skirt. As it came off, Gretchen's shiny black pantyhose and brown panties were revealed. The panties were made of an especially silky, shiny material. Gretchen leaned against the edge of her desk and gracefully lifted one leg like a dancer. As she leaned forwards her heavy breasts sloped down on her chest and she smiled at him seductively.