The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sole Survivor

By Stub

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Chapter 1 — Gimme Shelter

“Where were you, on 6/22?”

Iconic turn of phrase, right? Everyone knows that saying.

Well, I made that one up.

Really, I did.

How could I not have, since I’m the only person left on this rock with the free will to actually make up phrases? Sure, some of the other Unconverted might have come up with it before me, but I’m the only one left, ergo…I get to write the history books.

June 22, 2034, was the day the Blue Meanies landed. I made up that name too—see the justification above. I actually was going to call them the Blue Motherfuckers, but I was thinking of my legacy and the history books again, so I decided to tone it down a notch. In reality, they looked nothing like the creatures created by Peter Max for that Beatles film, but they were blue-colored, and what they did to the population of earth was pretty mean, so…

Anyway, the big day came, and the aliens landed. I was on my boat, the Sole Survivor—and yeah, I know how ironic that is—just south of Ailinglaplap Atoll, part of the Marshall Islands in the Pacific. Survivor was a 17 meter, double-masted, wood-hulled schooner built in 1958. I had just finished restoring it by hand—a project that took over three years to complete—and was on my first trans-Pacific voyage, headed from Sausalito to Sydney.

Just because my boat was 86 years old didn’t mean I had skimped on the modern toys. I’d loaded in solar inductors on almost every exterior surface, hydrogen fuel cells for cloudy days, a 1600 hp inboard system cleverly hidden along the keel, and the latest satellite-connected nav and com system. Plus the best ComDirectDishTV package available; I was not about to be bored out of my mind on this trip.

I had just set a course due south for Nauru. There was a small tropical storm pushing its way east, just north of Majuro, the Marshallese capitol, so I wanted to get a little further below it before it hit. I could almost feel the barometer changing, as I stood in the covered wheelhouse just aft of the mainmast. The sky had been unusually clear yesterday, but it was quickly turning overcast, and I was sweating freely in the 30-degree heat. The tropical ocean was just as clear and brilliant blue as always, with minimal chop in the light winds.

I was watching the onboard computer trim the grey and green Kevlar of the fore topsail, when the bright red Alert icon flashed on the nav screen. That could mean anything from a tsunami warning, to pirates in the neighborhood, so I quickly stabbed my finger at the screen to see what was going on.

/WORLDWIDE EMERGENCY ALERT:::TUNE ANY DEVICE TO 2812KHz/156.8MHz/406.1MHz, OR EMERGENCY VID 9972:::/

The term “Worldwide Emergency Alert” took a second to filter through my brain, then had me jumping out of the captain’s chair, running below deck, past the galley, to the open cabin where I kept the vid panel. I slapped the button on the remote to unscroll the screen, and quickly punched in 9-9-7-2…

“…the objects have appeared by the hundreds over every population center on the planet. As you can see, these featureless, metallic grey ovoids are simply hovering in place, without any visible sign of a propulsion system. If there are life forms on board these objects, they have made no attempt at communication. We now go to London, where…” The screen showed what looked to me like Atlanta, with a giant grey egg suspended over it, surrounded by an eerie red nimbus from the setting sun. Then it switched to London, where dozens of spotlights were lighting up something massive in the night sky. Then San Francisco, Lisbon, Prague, Tokyo, all with giant eggs hanging thousands of meters above them.

Holy fuck, I thought, fucking for-real, motherfucking aliens have landed on our fucking planet!

I had read enough sci-fi to know that this situation could go one of two ways: either it was “Welcome, fellow Sentient Beings, to the Galactic Federation!” or “Report to the protein vats for processing, food beasts!” Either way, I wasn’t ready to deal with fucking aliens; I wanted to be as far away from any population center as I could possibly get.

I called up the nav system and searched for any place nearby where I could tie up. Jaluit Atoll was closest, but it was too inhabited, with close to 3,000 residents. Just southwest of Jaluit, though, was Kili Island, a tiny bean of coral and palm trees that had been abandoned for the last decade. I brought up its history, and found that it used to house the refugees from Bikini Atoll, that were relocated prior to the nuclear tests in the 1950s. It seems the residents had outgrown the resources on the island and had finally moved away. It was perfect for my needs though, with an infrastructure already in place, and no people to attract unwanted alien attention.

I sent the coordinates to the nav system and returned to the bridge. Tapping a few icons caused the sails to furl themselves, the masts to retract, and the inboard to fire up. The hull reconfigured itself for motor propulsion, and the Sole Survivor leapt forward at 40 knots.

It would take about two hours to get to Kili, so I returned to the cabin and watched the news. More and more eggs were streaming into the atmosphere, coming from the direction of the Cygnus constellation—meaning from the north, over the horizon from where I was. They were beginning to form a grid in the sky; satellites showed the ovoids forming a mesh pattern, that was expanding to cover the planet. Projections said that the globe would be completely enveloped in about three hours—I could already imagine what would happen three hours and one minute from now.

I turned off the vid and started packing supplies. Food mostly, and my fresh water condenser, but some basic survival gear as well. I put everything I could into a sail bag and stashed it on the deck.

Two hours and seven minutes after starting out, the nav was docking the boat on Kili Island. There was no natural harbor or lagoon on the island, just a long pier. The first thing I did after tying up, was engage the screw anchors, which literally screwed themselves into the ocean floor to lock the boat in place. Next, I shut down every electronic device on the boat—no sense sending out an electronic beacon for those bug-eyed Greys (or so I thought them to be at the time) to track. For news, I kept my satphone with me, figuring I could use it in bursts to minimize my electronic footprint. I grabbed my sail bag full of supplies and headed up the dock to the island’s ring road.

The pier was on the northeastern tip of the island. I headed down the north shore, toward the largest cluster of buildings I could see, less than a kilometer away. To my right, fifty meters of pristine white sand beach stretched out to meet the gently pounding surf. To my left, stands of palm trees towered over low scrub and native grass. Sandpipers dotted the shoreline, and a flock of gulls flew over my head toward the south side of the island. It was a tropical paradise, and I would have loved to lazily stroll the island, but…the motherfucking aliens were here!

So instead I was jogging down the road, looking for a place to hide. I passed between two groves of palms, and emerged into an open grassy area. A low house, painted sky blue, squatted off the road on the inland side. It looked really well kept for being abandoned over a decade ago. Before I could speculate any further on how fast the house’s wood siding should have rotted in the tropics, a man and two women stepped out of the building’s front door and moved toward me.

They obviously intended to confront me, so I stopped and waited. They appeared to be native Marshallese, and from the ages I guessed I was looking at a husband, wife, and daughter. The man was a giant in the Islander mold, tall and broad, wearing a faded blue t-shirt, tan shorts and sandals, and carrying a club that looked to be an axe handle. The older woman, in a plain, dark blue mu’umu’u, had graying, frizzy hair, and was short and round. The younger woman was a vision of island beauty; long flowing dark hair surrounding a round-cheeked oval face, with dark, smoky eyes and full lips. Her slim figure was shown off beautifully in a strapless blue flower print dress that came to mid-thigh, accenting her thrusting breasts and toned brown legs.

The trio came to a halt in the middle of the road, with the man out in front of the two women. They were standing about six meters away from me, making no move to get closer. I decided to get things rolling.

“I don’t have a lot of time,” I said, “but I’m not going to hurt you, or rob you, or any of those other things that you might expect. I’m just looking for a place to lay low for a while.”

“Are you a smuggler, then?” the man asked. His English was excellent. “Or a criminal looking to hide from the law? You think you can just hide out on our island?” He smacked the club into the palm of his hand as he spoke.

His island? I thought. The Marshallese government owned this entire island after the Bikini Atoll survivors abandoned it. Still, no sense arguing semantics with the large man holding a club…“I’m not a criminal, or a smuggler. I’m just looking to hide from the aliens,” I replied.

The older woman looked puzzled by what I said. The girl started to giggle at what she thought was a joke. The man, however, got a dark look on his face like I had insulted him. He raised the club over his head and charged towards me.

Years ago, I had taken a class in ju-jutsu, and while I never progressed very far, some of the basics stayed with me. I ducked as the club whistled over my head, then sidestepped his charge, knocked his legs out from under him, and shoved his head face first into the packed dirt. He was moaning but not moving, as I picked up the club and tossed it away. Hoping they would leave me alone after that, I grabbed my bag and continued down the street, looking for any large, sturdy buildings.

The two women had cried out when I put down my attacker, and rushed past me to help him. I heard them all talking rapidly, in what I assume was Marshallese, but I didn’t really care what they were saying. According to projections, I had about thirty-five minutes to find a hole and crawl in deep.

“Wait!”

I turned to see who had called, and saw the younger woman approaching. She ran up to me and stopped a couple meters away. Behind her, the older woman was cradling the man’s head in her lap, using part of her dress to stop the bleeding from his obviously broken nose.

The lovely teen girl looked me up and down carefully from a distance, then lowered her eyes demurely, clasped her hands in front of her, and glided closer. Not looking up at my face, obviously afraid of me after the violence earlier, she said softly, “What did you mean by aliens? Are there others coming to the island? Is someone following you?” She had a soft, musical voice, and a wonderful floral scent, and—just for a moment—I found myself getting aroused from her presence. Then thoughts of huge alien eggs returned…

“I mean real aliens,” I said. I took her lightly by the upper arm and steered her back toward her parents. “Haven’t you watched the news feeds recently?” I asked. The father just stared at me, but mother and daughter both shook their heads.

I turned on my satphone and started showing them images and news stories. I also explained that the mesh of alien ships would be complete in around twenty minutes, and I wanted to be underground when it happened. They all looked worried, and were glancing back at the house they had come from. I raised my eyebrows at the daughter as an inquiry, and she said, “My brothers and sisters are in there.”

“You should get your family to safety,” I said. “Are there any shelters on the island?”

“Of course there are,” the man said, as he levered himself to his feet. “This island was occupied during the height of the atomic bomb tests, there are bomb shelters everywhere.” He waved his arm in a broad arc to encompass the whole island.

“Where was the deepest?” I asked.

“Probably the government building, built by the Seabees in the Fifties.” He pointed at a squat concrete building about 300 meters down the road that just screamed American military. I picked up my sail bag and started toward it, calling over my shoulder, “You’d better gather your family and get somewhere safe.”

“What’s going to happen?” the girl yelled after me.

“I have no idea,” I yelled back.

Suddenly and silently, a metallic egg-shaped object appeared in the sky to the northeast. It halted, a couple thousand meters in the air, and about ten kilometers from where I was standing, half-hidden in a cloud formation. Another one quickly followed it, now to the northwest. I started to run.

I found the large double doors on the government building unlocked, and entered into a bare and dusty lobby. Like most bureaucratic buildings, there was a map on the wall, and directional arrows pointing to different offices. I found my way to the stairwell and descended into darkness. After fumbling my flashlight out of the sail bag, I wound down the stairs for two levels and emerged in a corridor. Doors on either side were marked as various storage rooms, but at the end of the hall there was a yellow and black radiation symbol, and a stenciled sign that said “SHELTER.”

I opened the door and found myself in an anteroom, walls lined with clothes pegs and cubbyholes, facing a large steel vault door. Inside the open vault, a concrete room stretched back farther than my flashlight could illuminate. Checking my phone timer, I was down to four minutes. I stepped through the vault door, dropped my bag inside, and tried to pull the door closed. It wouldn’t budge.

Feeling a little panicked now, I stepped out and tried to push it closed. The hinges screamed as it started to move. I continued pushing until I could just barely fit through the gap, then squeezed back inside the shelter. Glancing at my phone, I saw the countdown for completion of the alien egg-network was at 37 seconds.

Wait. Network, I thought, as I stared at my phone screen. They’re building a fucking network! In a moment of insight, I threw my satphone out the door, grabbed the inner handles, and pulled for all I was worth. The hinges still protested, but the door seated itself solidly. I spun the locking wheel as quickly as I could until the bars were fully engaged.

I knew in my head that the timer had gone to zero by now, but I didn’t feel or hear anything. No rumbling of worldwide destruction, no static charge making my hair stand on end…nothing. My hands were shaking as the anticlimax brought me down from my adrenaline jag of the last few hours. I slowly picked up my bag, and my flashlight, and made my way to the back of the bunker…

I lasted 46 days in the shelter. My fresh-water condenser from the boat provided me with water from the humid, well-below-sea-level air in the shelter, but my food had run out six days earlier, and I had been in total darkness for the last nine. There had been nothing useful inside the room; everything had been stripped out of the shelter when the population had moved. I’d had no heat; the ancient radiator system was busted. So were about half of the air filtration units—if there had been more than just me in there we might have suffocated. Lucky for me as well, that I hadn’t overloaded the ancient septic system. I already smelled bad enough from having no clean clothes for six and a half weeks.

Finally, desperation and hunger determined that I would have to leave the bunker. I was weak enough from lack of food, that initially I couldn’t unbar the vault door, but panic at the thought of being trapped here forever gave me enough of a jolt that I was able to get the wheel moving. I pushed the door open a crack and quickly stepped back. I sniffed the air that came through. It smelled fine; no poison gas or smoke that I could detect. In fact it smelled wonderfully clean, and fresh.

I pushed the door open enough for me to exit the vault, and, dragging my almost empty sail bag behind me, stepped out into the anteroom. It was as pitch black here, two levels under ground, as it had been in the vault. Luckily, I had gotten pretty good at maneuvering in the dark. I wrapped my hands in cloth to prevent them from getting cut or bruised by unseen hazards, then started feeling my way back to the surface.

I stepped on something, and heard a metallic scraping as I skidded it across the concrete with my foot. I reached down and discovered that it was my dead satphone. I opened the back of the case and extracted the battery, just in case, then put both pieces in my pocket to examine later.

Hand by hand, foot by foot, I made my way down the corridor, to the stairwell, and then up into the light. When I got to the lobby of the building, it was almost too painfully bright to see, but I took my time and let my eyes adjust before moving any further. It was just past noon, unfortunately, and the sun was at its brightest.

All the time, I was listening, and sniffing the air, and looking around for something that was different, something that would tell me what had happened; something that would tell me that I hadn’t been crazy locking myself in a concrete box for 46 days. But everything seemed perfectly normal.

Outside, I had to shield my eyes with my hand, since I’d lost my sunglasses somewhere. The first place I looked was in the sky to the northeast, but the metallic egg that had appeared so suddenly was gone now. I looked up and down Kili’s ring road, and again, everything seemed exactly like it had been weeks ago.

Obviously, the aliens hadn’t gone for the mass-destruction option. At least not on this remote island. All of the buildings were standing. The plants looked lush and green. I saw a bird that looked like a red-headed pigeon fly from a rooftop into the island’s tree-covered interior. I could hear the buzzing of insects. It was a sweltering day, with very little breeze, and a perfectly clear blue sky.

Feeling the need to get back to my boat, I started walking on shaky legs up the road toward the pier. As I got close to the place where I had met the native family, I heard the first man-made noise since I’d gone into the vault weeks ago: it was music. It sounded like a satradio—tuned to an oldies station, since I recognized the band—and it was coming from the house that mom, dad, and daughter had fled to when I warned them of the coming aliens.

I was approaching the house, cautiously, when I heard voices coming from the back. Tiptoeing around the side of the house, the sound of the radio got louder, as did the sound of voices. I finally peeked around the corner and saw the entire family—the three I had seen before, plus four smaller children—looking healthy, and whole, and un-probed, working at some kind of food production involving coconuts.

Instantly, I felt incredibly stupid, and embarrassed. I had just spent 46 fucking days in a dark, cold box. I’d fucking starved myself for the last week. And for what? There was no alien destruction. There were no tentacled soldier-drones herding people toward the food vats. There weren’t even any egg-ships visible in the sky—at the density they had used to build the web, at least one should have been visible from anywhere on the planet. Whatever had happened with the aliens, obviously it hadn’t ended in the destruction of the human race. And I, like a scared little bunny rabbit, had retreated down a hole, and missed everything. Fuck those sci-fi books for making me so paranoid!

I must have made a noise, because several members of the family looked up from their work to stare at me. I’m sure I looked like hell, after six weeks of not shaving or showering.

The father raised his hand in a wave. “Hello,” he said, rather pleasantly.

I dropped my sail bag on the ground behind me, and stepped into the large yard. All of the family members who had stared at me before had quickly returned to their work, cracking open coconuts, pouring out the water, and laying the half shells face up in the sun, or placing then on racks over a low-burning fire.

As I walked further into the yard, I saw the beautiful young girl from before, adding sticks to the fire. She was wearing a strapless dress similar to the one she’d worn so long ago. She was bent over, with her long hair cascading down in front of her, but as she gathered it back behind her to keep it from getting too close to the flames, she revealed a glorious view right down the front of her dress. Her full brown tits hung down from her chest, hypnotizing me with their swinging movement.

I was brought out of my trance by the father’s large hand landing on my shoulder. I flinched back from him as if I’d been caught doing something wrong—which I obviously had been. I looked up at him, ready to make my apologies, but saw him smiling instead of scowling. Not sure what to make of this, I waited to see what he was going to do.

“Welcome, Harmonious Brother,” he said to me. “Please tell us your name.”

Harmonious what? That was certainly a different attitude than he’d had last time I saw him. “I’m Alex,” I said.

“I’m Jeffrey,” he replied. He pointed at his wife, “That’s Amata, and this is my oldest child Lulani.” With that introduction, Lulani stood up from her fire-tending duties and gave me a nod. Jeffrey then introduced his other children, but I completely forgot their names as I stared at his gorgeous elder daughter.

“Would you like some food?” Jeffrey asked. Immediately my stomach growled, and I mumbled back a “Yes please.”

Amata straightened up from her work and went into the back door of the house, I guess to prepare me food. I looked at Jeffrey, who still had his hand on my shoulder. I noticed that his nose was a little crooked from when I had broken it before, but it seemed completely healed. “Tell me what happened after I left you to go to the shelter,” I said.

He smiled again. “You scared us quite a bit with your videos of the Chrxjthal ships, and after you left, we ran into the house to gather the children.” He pointed to a pair of rusted steel doors set in a low concrete block at the back of the yard. “We have a shelter here that we use during bad storms, and we all piled in. There is a radio, and a vid screen inside, so we watched as the countdown went to zero. When the last ship joined the mesh, there was a loud screeching noise, and our vid screen flashed several times, but then it was over. The ships broke formation, and left the planet almost immediately.

“The news says that some of the Chrxjthal stayed here, and are communicating with our world leaders. They showed the aliens on the vid, and they are beautiful to look at. We sat watching the news for the entire day. Eighteen hours after the ships left, the news said that there would be a special announcement, and that every person on the planet was to make sure that they could see or hear it. When it came on, the announcer said that the Chrxjthal had done away with war, and that every soldier, from every nation, was going to work on a special project to help the planet. The rest of us were to resume our normal behavior, but make sure to tune in to news or entertainment feeds every chance we get, in case a new announcement is made.

“The next day, I took my oldest son fishing with me, while Amata and Lulani took some of the children to dig arrowroot…”

As he went on to describe, in detail, what the family had done that day, and then started describing the day after that, I realized that for some reason he had taken my request literally, and was going to tell me everything that had happened in the last six weeks. “Thanks, Jeffrey, that’s enough,” I said, interrupting him. He stopped talking immediately, turned, went back to the table he had been working at, and started cracking more coconuts in half.

I stood there like an idiot, not sure why he had reacted that way. Also, wasn’t he the least bit curious where I had been all this time? He hadn’t asked me a single question about being in the shelter. He also hadn’t told me why he didn’t come to get me out when the aliens had proved to be friendly…

Just then, Amata came out of the house with a plate of food in her hands. She handed me the plate, and then immediately went back to work, just like Jeffrey had.

Hunger can overcome most curiosity. There was a chair close by, with their music player sitting on it. I picked it up, noticing that it wasn’t a satradio like I expected, but an old chip player from the early 20s. Setting it on a nearby table, I sat down and started eating. There was a firm white fish, probably mahi, in a coconut and lime sauce, along with sliced banana and papaya. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I tried to eat slowly, since I had heard eating too quickly after fasting made you throw up. I managed to get it all down with only one warning burp.

Feeling a little uncomfortable around this family—after the way we reacted to each other 46 days ago, and again because of the way they were acting now—I left the plate on the edge of a table, and tried to make a polite exit. “Well, I’ve got to get back to my boat now. Can’t wait to take a hot shower…” As I spoke, everyone looked right at me and listened attentively, which just creeped me out even more. “So, if you guys need anything, or if you ever want a tour of the boat, or anything like that, come find me on board, probably for the next week or so.” I grabbed my sail bag and left as fast as I could in my weakened condition.

It was incredible to get back to my boat. Everything was exactly as I had left it; nothing stolen or ransacked. A hot shower had done wonders for me, and I was lounging around in actual clean clothes, trying to figure out what my next move was.

What I knew for sure was that the aliens were still on earth. Most of them had come and gone quickly when they made the sky-mesh, but some were still here, and they were working with the planet’s top leaders. And what had they said? That they had “done away with war”? How was that possible? Humans love war…almost as much as they love sex. And what was this “special project” that the planet’s military forces were working on?

My thoughts were swirling in twenty different directions, and I felt a sense of panic build in me, almost like it had on the day they landed. I was jolted out of it though, when I heard a voice calling out from the dock.

Going up on deck, my heart started pumping a little faster as I saw Lulani standing by the gangway. She was wearing the same dress from earlier; strapless, and yellow, and very flattering to her slim figure. She made no move to come on board, but just stood casually on the dock watching me approach.

“Hi, Lulani,” I said as I walked down the short ramp to the dock. “What can I do for you?”

“I need blue thread,” she replied calmly.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t understand. Excuse you for what?”

“What did you just say?”

“I need blue thread to fix a rip in one of Papa’s shirts. You said before that if we needed anything, that we should come find you. Now I need blue thread.”

“Ahhh, sure…OK…blue thread…let me see if I have any. Come on board.” I waved at her to follow and went back up the ramp. I went down the stairs into the cabin, and headed for the forward storage cabinets. That’s where I kept all my miscellaneous crap like blue thread.

“You know, I’ve never done any sewing, so I’m not sure if I have any thread, but I think I remember getting one of those travel sewing kits from a hotel one time, and I think I remember tossing it into a drawer somewhere on board. This could take a while so make yourself comfortable…” I stopped babbling because I realized Lulani wasn’t in the cabin with me. Curious, I went back on deck to find her standing calmly at the top of the ramp.

“What’re you doing out here?” I asked.

“You commanded me to come on board, so I have. Did I do something wrong? Your command was quite specific, and I obeyed to the best of my ability.”

What the fuck is going on here? I thought, as I stood watching this pretty young girl standing casually on my boat, talking to me like she was a pod person out of an old horror movie. Like she was possessed by…shit! Possessed by aliens!

“Lulani,” I said, backing away from her slightly, “did the aliens do anything to you in the last 46 days?”

“No,” she replied. “Why would the Chrxjthal have anything to do with me?” The way she grated through the alien race’s name made me feel sorry for her vocal chords. “In all the times they’ve appeared in the sky, they’ve never come down to the island.”

‘All the times?’ I’d get back to that. “Can I ask you more questions about what happened the night the aliens came to Earth?”

“Of course you can. Sharing information between humans is vital to the continuation of the planet.”

What was this shit? Some kind of alien propaganda? Still, I needed more answers, and she had just agreed to give them to me, so…

“Lulani, do your parents expect you back at a certain time?”

“They don’t need me for any productive work right now. I think their normal behavior at this time is to watch vids with my brothers and sisters, so I can stay as long as you need.”

“Good. Come into the cabin with me.” I led the way into the main cabin. She saw the unrolled vid screen and looked at me expectantly, but I had not turned on any smart electronics yet, so I shook my head. “Please sit there,” I said, pointing to the “couch” which was really thick cushions over a storage locker, with more cushions leaning against the curve of the inner hull to make the back. She sat demurely; back straight, knees together, and hands folded in her lap. She was watching me closely, probably waiting for another command…

I hadn’t really had a lot of interaction with Lulani and her family all those weeks ago, but I think I’m smart enough to recognize when people aren’t acting normally, and from what I’d seen today, no one in that family was acting normally. Logically, that could mean only one thing: the aliens had fucked with their minds. Actually, that was more like logic, mixed with a lot of intuition, and tinged with influences from copious science fiction consumption. But either way, the trick now was to figure out what they had done to the people of Earth, and what kind of danger that put me in.

Personally, I didn’t feel any different. But, if I had been altered and then been told that everything was normal, I wouldn’t feel any different either. And yet, the fact that I was still able to question that I might have been altered, should prove that I hadn’t been altered, right? If it was me trying to control someone’s thoughts, the first thing I would do is cover up the fact that I was controlling their thoughts…I mean, that’s Mind Control 101 isn’t it? So I was going on the assumption that my 46 days in the shelter really did save me from something nasty, and that because of my forced isolation I was not being influenced by the aliens. I felt slightly redeemed after my earlier embarrassment.

What about the rest of the world though? “Lulani, what’s happening in the world right now? What were the latest stories that you heard on the news?”

She looked at me for a while as if she was weighing my request. “I’m sorry, Alex, but I can’t figure out if that was a command or an interrogatory,” she said.

“Command” or “interrogatory”? Those are pretty specific words. It looks like syntax will be important in this discussion. “Explain why you can’t figure it out,” I commanded. “Be as precise as possible.”

“Most likely it’s because I’ve never met anyone in command. No one in my family is allowed to command. We ask questions when we aren’t sure what normal behavior is in a certain situation. The answers are used to decide on a new normal behavior, not as direct instructions. What you just said doesn’t lead to any new understanding, but instead seems like a command. But, I don’t know if I should accept it as a command, because I’m not sure if you are allowed to command.”

Unravel the strange semantics, and the core problem was simple enough; it was a logic puzzle that I knew I could solve. “OK, listen closely. I’m going to provide you with some information, then I’m going to ask you a question, then I’m going to give you a command.

“First, the information: I’ve given several commands to you and your family today, and they’ve all been obeyed. For example, I commanded you to come inside my boat and to sit on the couch.

“Secondly, the question: if I wasn’t allowed to command, would I be able to issue orders that you have obeyed? Think about it, we haven’t established a new normal behavior, but you followed my commands.”

“And thirdly, the command: stand up and remove your dress.”

I decided to use that last one to test the limits of this command thing. If it were merely suggestion, like hypnosis is supposed to be, then a sheltered teen with little social experience like Lulani would never do something so drastic in front of a stranger. If, however, there were alien-influenced commands at work here, she would do whatever an authorized person said without question.

Her expression hadn’t changed much as I went through my list of statement, question, and command. Almost immediately after I finished though, she stood up, crossed her arms in front of her to grab portions of her dress, and lifted the yellow flowered fabric up and over her head. As the bottom hem of her dress moved higher and higher up her body, it revealed her toned, brown thighs, then her white cotton panties, her flat stomach, and, finally, her firm, high-set tits. They were stretched taut as she lifted her arms above her head to get her dress completely off, then settled back to their wonderful roundness as she brought her arms down.

Almost immediately, though, she was lifting the dress back over her head, and putting everything back the way it was before. When she had the garment back in place, she sat back down and assumed her “at ease” pose.

I had to chuckle at myself for getting caught in the old Three Wishes trap; when you asked for something strange, you had to be specific, otherwise you get unexpected results. I decided to test the theory: “Lulani, you seem to have accepted my authority to give you commands, by taking off your dress. Explain to me why you then put your dress back on.”

“Being naked in front of strangers isn’t normal. I have to follow my normal behavior at all times unless obeying a direct command.”

“So once you took your dress off, and completed the command, you returned to ‘normal’ by putting it back on?”

She didn’t say anything. I knew this was going to take some getting used to, having to be absolutely literal about everything I said. “That’s a question, Lulani, answer it.”

“Yes, once I obeyed your command, I went back to my normal behavior by wearing my dress.”

OK, I was getting the hang of this. I wanted to explore the parameters of this alien-induced control some more, but the sight of Lulani’s tight, young body, and the fact that it had been over two months since I’d had any female company meant that this “exploration” was going to end up being physical as well as mental.

“Lulani, take off your dress and leave it off. Take off your panties as well, and leave them off. Remain standing afterward.”

She removed the dress again, giving me a second, exciting reveal of her body. She carefully folded the garment and paced it on the couch behind her. Then she grabbed her panties and shimmied them down her thighs, revealing a small, dense triangle of curly black hair. After she stepped out of her panties, she straightened up, folded those as well, and placed them on top of the dress.

Once those tasks were done, some other “normal behavior” must have kicked in, because she immediately threw one arm across her exposed tits, and placed her opposite hand between her thighs to hide her crotch.

I sighed with frustration—this was going to take some thought. She obeyed everything I said, but then reverted to her default. So…I guess I just needed to change the default.

“Lulani, your normal behavior while in my presence is to be naked. You won’t feel any embarrassment or mental discomfort by being nude in front of me.” Her arms both dropped, and I finally got to see her in a way that was making me harder by the second.

I know myself well enough to realize that I was going to fuck this girl eventually. While I’m nowhere near being a sociopath, I’m not burdened by a ton of moral conscience. If I could somehow control the mind-mushed people of Earth, I couldn’t see any reason not to indulge in a little hedonistic fun.

“Lulani, I am going to ask you several questions about yourself. You will answer me honestly and without embarrassment. Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes,” she said clearly.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen last month.”

“How long have you and your family been on the island?”

“Eight years.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of sexual experience do you have?”

She hesitated for the briefest moment, “I masturbate almost every day. I provide stimulation for my father with my hands, breasts, and mouth, whenever my mother isn’t available to him. Also, my middle sister and I started touching each other and kissing, before the Chrxjthal arrived, so it’s part of our normal behavior.”

OK…that’s interesting. I guess being alone on an island with just your family leads to some…unorthodox combinations. “Is your father the only man that you’ve done anything sexual with?”

“Yes.”

“Describe what you do for him.”

“Whenever my mother is busy, or sick, or on her period, or for the time when she was pregnant with my youngest brother, it was my duty to relieve Papa’s needs when he was mane’o. Sometimes I use my hands to stroke his ma’i koko, or I will use coconut oil and place it between my breasts to stroke it that way. At other times, I suck on his koko until it squirts in my mouth.”

“But you’ve never fucked him?”

She shook her head. “Mama said that my bibi was off limits until I turned eighteen.”

“Lulani, I want you to take off my clothes.” When she just stood there, I realized my mistake; saying I wanted her to do something was just information for her to absorb, not an actual command. “Lulani,” I said in a stronger voice, “take off my clothes.”

She padded gracefully up to me, and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. She lifted it as high as she could, and I helped her get it the rest of the way off. Then she pulled the drawstring on my shorts loose, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of both my shorts and boxers. In one smooth motion she had them pooled around my feet, and I was stepping out of them.

I watched her the whole time, getting more and more aroused as her tits jiggled in front of me, and her smooth arms brushed against my torso. By the time my shorts were off, I was as hard as I could ever remember being. I wanted to throw this island girl down on the floor and shove myself into her again and again until I spurted into her virgin womb. But, as selfish as I can be at times, I am not a cruel person; I don’t actively seek to hurt other people. When I did take her cherry, I wanted to make it so we both enjoyed ourselves.

Before that, though, there was one little bit of selfishness that I could get away with, based on what she was used to doing with her father. One that would at least take two months of pressure off my balls. “Lulani, I am…” what was the word… “mane’o,” I told her, grasping my hard cock and almost shaking it at her. “Suck on my koko just like you do for your father.”

Immediately, the lovely teenager was on her knees in front of me. One hand reached out to grasp the base of my shaft, while the other cupped my ball sack. She rubbed the head of my cock over her full lips, then began little suctioning kisses down one side of the shaft. When she got to the base, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a slow, wet, lick, all the way up the sensitive underside of my dick. By the time she got back to the head, I was almost ready to blow. Her tongue started circling the head, and then her lips parted, and just the tip slipped into her wet cavern.

Did I mention that it had been at least two months since I’d been with a woman? So I’m not embarrassed to say that I went off like a rocket after barely thirty seconds. The feel of my cum spurting out of my cock into her waiting mouth was almost painful, it was so exquisite. I guess Lulani’s father had taught her the importance of not wasting a drop, because she immediately started suctioning all of my pent-up juice into her waiting mouth. She slid more of my cockhead into her mouth, so she could lock her vacuuming lips over the head and swallow down everything I gave her.

I groaned and almost lost my balance, because my release was so draining. I grabbed Lulani’s head with both hands, partly to support myself, and partly so I could pump my softening cock in and out of her lips while I finished emptying my balls. She accepted everything, running her tongue over my deflating cock, getting every crevice clean. Finally I pulled back, and my cock left her mouth with an audible pop.

I’d had such plans for this lovely teen when she first showed up at my boat, but suddenly, the strain of everything I had been through in the last 24 hours had me almost passed out on my feet. Now that I’d relieved the pressure in my balls, food and sleep seemed more important than pussy—even young, hot, mind controlled, island grown, virgin pussy.

“Lulani, get dressed and return to your house. Tell your parents that you have been commanded to live on the Sole Survivor with me while I’m docked here. Gather enough food for the two of us for at least two days, and whatever personal items you need to live here with me, then return to the inside of the boat. Remember that you do not need clothes while you are alone in my presence, and you are sleeping with me at night, so you don’t need to pack too many outfits. Say ‘I understand’ if you understand everything I’ve just told you.”

“I understand,” she said, as she started pulling on her cotton panties.

“Good,” I said, “I’ll wait for you here.”

As soon as she left, I got out a note pad and tried to make sense out of everything I had learned in the last ten hours. It was a losing battle though, as my eyes wouldn’t stay open, and I quickly fell asleep.

I came half-awake as some noises roused me, and through hooded eyes I saw Lulani in the galley, putting things in the cupboards. I must have passed out again, because the next thing I felt was both of my arms being pulled as she tried to get me off the couch. I remember stumbling to the forward cabin, then hands undressing me, soft pillows, comfy blankets, and finally, wrapping myself around a warm naked girl. Then nothing.