Alien Mind Control From Planet P
Chapter 22
By Gary LM Martin
"He only has one daughter left to take," said Jack Derry. "What are you going to do with the last one?"
He was in bed with Gretchen. She loved lying on top of his hairy chest, especially afterwards. Although Jack had been drained many times, he still had the emotional energy of a mountain climber; his energy had a certain taste to it that Gretchen found attractive.
"I have something special in mind," said Gretchen, rubbing his thighs.
"You usually do," said Jack admiringly. "Something more exciting than having one daughter Infected by me, something even worse than having the first daughter Infect the second one?"
"Yes," said Gretchen simply, with an evil smile.
Jack looked at Gretchen. "You're wicked, you know that?"
Gretchen's smile grew broader, and her dark eyes shined, and Jack felt himself getting an erection again.
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"Please," said Anson. "Please don't do this to my youngest daughter. Audrey is only 18."
This was music to Gretchen's ears. Anson was already in distress, and they hadn't even begun their session yet. And Gretchen was pleased with Anson in more ways than one.
"Take off your clothes, Anson, and we'll discuss it," said Gretchen briskly. When he did nothing, she simply cocked an eyebrow.
Anson hurriedly removed his clothes without even the slightest nudge from her. He was becoming such a well trained footman! Gretchen admired his fine body as he took off his shirt. In her mind it was hard to separate the mental pleasures he gave her from the physical ones. The feelings of Anson's thick rod coursing inside of her had become paired with the feeling of sucking the rage and lust and helplessness from his brain. The two had become inseparable, indistinguishable.
After removing his trousers Anson paused only slightly before turning to his underwear. Gretchen gave him a chilly smile and that was enough to get him to obey. In seconds he was completely nude before her.
Gretchen walked around him in a circle, admiring his firm body. Her high heels made click click sounds on the hard floor as she walked. Anson had a broad, hairy chest and a handsome face. And as she looked down at his penis she got a chill down her spine as she saw it flaccid but realized that very soon it would be coursing inside of her.
She ran her hands over his broad, hair chest. Anson barely flinched.
Excellent
.
Then her hand moved lower. As she manipulated his sex Anson still did not move, but she smiled when she saw his eyes widen ever so slightly. "You're becoming so obedient. So deliciously obedient," she said. "Kiss me."
Anson leaned forward and kissed her even as she manipulated his shaft. It was not a kiss of passion, but it was a start.
When Gretchen had taken what she wanted, she pulled back and looked at Anson expectantly. That was all that was needed. He reached for her shirt and started to undress her, but she pulled back another step. "What are you doing?"
"I, I thought...." He was at a loss for words.
"If you want to remove my clothing, you must ask for my permission," said Gretchen.
"Ask for permission?" said Anson. His eyebrows shot up.
"You must beg for it. On your knees."
Anson gave her a hard look. "No!"
"Very well," said Gretchen. "We will attend to dear Audrey now."
"No!" Anson cried again.
He knew that Gretchen was going to bring Audrey into
Us
regardless of what he said or did. Every time she dangled hope in front of him in return for his cooperation he knew it was false hope. But he was so desperate that he couldn't resist thinking that
maybe
this time Gretchen might relent. Anson loved his girls so much, especially Audrey, the youngest, who was his favorite, and would do anything to protect her. Anything.
And so Anson, still completely nude, got on his knees in front of Gretchen, who was still fully dressed. The power differential was obvious. Slave.
"Please," he said, looking up at her.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Anson?"
Anson gritted his teeth. "Please... let me undress you," he said.
Gretchen stared at him for a long moment. Her hand dangled slightly in front of him suggestively. He took it, squeezed it, and looked her in the eye. "Please, Gretchen, let me take off your clothes." He hated to say it, but even as he did he felt a tingling in his penis.
Gretchen smiled and nodded as if this were the most normal request in the world. "Very well, Anson. You may undress me."
She stood there and let him do it. She wasn't wearing gloves today so he started with her shirt. She gave him a sexy smile as he opened each clasp.
She looked delighted as Anson removed one sleeve and then the other. Gretchen was wearing a sexy black lace bra. Anson moved as if to get behind her to remove it but Gretchen shook her head fractionally. Anson pressed against her bra and reached behind her. He noticed how full and red Gretchen's lips were. She smiled as he removed her bra.
He took a step back as he let her bra drop to the floor.
Gretchen's breasts were full and didn't have a hint of sag. She had the breasts of a well endowed 20 year old.
"Why thank you, Anson." She looked pleased. "I see it excites you." Her eyes darted downward, only for a split second, but that was all that was needed to make Anson redden.
"It's just a natural physiological reaction," said Anson gruffly.
Gretchen mockingly imitated his deep voice. "A natural physiological reaction. Of course it is, Anson. You don't find me attractive at all, do you?" She stood there, eyes sparking with an alien gleam, her hands on her hips, with all the power in the situation. "Now, isn't there something else you wanted to do?"
He moved towards the fastenings on her pants, but Gretchen took a half step back, and Anson gave her a confused look. She stared at him meaningfully. "Is there something you want, Anson?"
Anson knew what she wanted. "Yes," he said gruffly. "Can I...."
"Can you what, dear?" she said, looking extremely amused.
"Can I remove your pants?"
"Why Anson? Why would you want to do that?" Her smile grew broader. "Do you want to see my cunt? Does my cunt excite you?"
Anson grimaced. He hated Gretchen and really didn't want to do any more playacting.
"Or are you ready to get started with dear Audrey?" She turned to a console-
"Wait!" said Anson. She froze in midmovement. "Yes," he said reluctantly. "I want to see your... your...."
"My sexy cunt, Anson. Is that what you want to see?"
Anson swallowed heavily. "Yes, Gretchen. I.... I want to see your... your sexy cunt."
Anson was not telepathic in any way, but somehow he could almost
feel
the waves of joy emanating from her. She stared at him with just a hint of a smile, savoring the moment. "Very well Anson," she finally said.
Gretchen looked remarkably pleased as he removed her pants and then her panties. She had a thick luscious brown bush which made her look very youthful and vital.
"I'm glad you like it," said Gretchen. She looked down, saw that he was fully erect. "Yes, I can see you do." She gave him a teasing grin.
Anson grit his teeth. "Now can we talk about Audrey?" Anson asked, trying hard not to look at her.
Gretchen merely raised her eyebrows and looked at the couch. Her clitoris tingled with joy as Anson fairly ran to the couch and lay on his back. In contrast to Anson's haste, Gretchen sauntered over to it in a very leisurely way, her hips swaying and her ass wiggling with every step. She loved the look of pure vulnerability on his face. She reached down and pet his hair. "What a good boy. What a good
obedient
boy."