The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So what does this mean?” I asked, staring at the display. “Have you cracked the aliens’ language?”

“Oh, no,” Kara said. “Not even close. We’ve only managed to decipher the instructions that they pack into their media broadcasts. It’s like we translated the owner’s manual for a new car—we can tell you everything you want to know about tire pressure, but we can’t discuss philosophy, or even ask where the bathroom is.”

I sighed. “I thought that would be the case, I just hoped you’d found something more.” I smiled at the group standing around me. “Great job everyone. Resume administrative behavior until Param gives you a new assignment.” The drone workers wandered off, leaving Kara and Dr. Walsh standing in the large workspace. I waved them both into nearby chairs.

“So what can we do with this new knowledge?” I asked. “Can we use the instruction set as an interface to alter existing programming?”

Kara and the linguistics professor both nodded. “We think so,” Kara said. “The next step is to bring in Dr. Goldberg and Dr. Montoya from the Neuroscience Center. We need figure out how a change in programming will affect a converted brain. I think it will require something more than just a new script embedded in media to actually change people’s behavior.”

“Hmmm. Do you think it can affect conflict behavior?” I needed to get more people who could actually fight.

Kara frowned. “I don’t think so. It’s complicated, but the aggression stuff has more to do with the pulse, than with the programming. We certainly don’t want to push it in the direction that Dr. Kinslov took.”

Among other things we’d discovered in Anatoly’s lair was the way he’d been able to create violent minions. The alien EM pulse had a dramatic effect on the brain—specifically the amygdala—deadening its response, and causing people to become passive and accepting. The psychopathic Russian got around that limitation by using nanites to completely destroy the amygdala, creating in essence, psychopathic minions. They felt no emotional response, including anger; they were blank slates that Anatoly was able to program with a complex set of stimulus-response triggers. They weren’t really being violent, they were just following orders that included killing people. The problem was that the destruction of the amygdala was permanent—Mike and Eddie, and others like them, could never be returned to normal.

“No, you’re right,” I said. “So, figure out what you need from the doctors, and get a proposal to Param when you can.”

Kara nodded, but she had a strange look on her face. I knew she was “listening” with her unique mind.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re exhausted, Alex. You need to get some rest.”

I laughed. “Don’t I wish. There’s just too much to do. You should know that as well as anyone.”

“I know. I’m tired. We’re all tired. But you’re the leader, Alex. Without you, and your vision, all this goes away.” She waved her arm to take in all of the drones working away at their assigned tasks.

“You’re probably right,” I said, “but like you said, I need to steer the ship. Things are moving too quickly to slack off now.”

“They’re only moving quickly because you’re pushing them so fast. I don’t know what the aliens’ ultimate plan is, but I don’t think it’s going to happen overnight while you get some sleep.”

I didn’t take the bait. “Yeah, I wish I knew more about their long-term goals. I need to figure out if we’re moving in the right direction.”

Kara sat up straight in her chair and beamed at me. “I have a great idea, Alex,” she said. “It can solve both problems.”

“What’s that?”

“Road trip!”

I thrust hard into Amber’s heated pussy, just as the bus rounded a corner. The motion almost tossed us out of the narrow seat and onto the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist, as I held onto the seat back with one hand, and slapped my other against the tinted window to keep my balance.

Someone in my audience giggled, but Amber pulled me down to kiss her before I could figure out who. Her large, soft breasts pressed against my chest as I crushed her into the padded seat. I got back into the rhythm that we’d been enjoying before the sudden turn, driving in and out of her wetness, and feeling her muscles clench around my length.

“Yes, baby. Oh my god...so good!” she gasped, as I ground against her.

Around us, I heard the high-pitched moans of the others, each one enjoying themselves in their own way while they watched the show. Unfortunately, the show wasn’t going to last much longer. I gripped Amber’s shoulders and pulled her tight against me as my cock leapt inside her warm channel. She was staring into my eyes, and when I started to cum, she threw her had back and moaned. Her legs trembled around me, and her tight pussy milked me like a hand, as she hit her peak at the same time.

“Mmmm, I’m next,” Jill said from the next row of seats.

I chuckled as I sank down onto Amber’s soft body. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck as I relaxed, my softening cock soaking in her warmth.

“We’re thirty minutes out Alex.” Mike’s voice came from behind the curtain that stretched across the width of the tour bus, separating me and the girls from the rest of the passengers.

“Damn,” Jill said. “Maybe if we’re quick.” Her fingers dipped between my legs, stroking my balls, rubbing around the place where Amber and I were joined.

“Stop it, Jill,” I said. I pushed myself up off the seat, even as Amber whined and tried to hold me down.

The smell of sex was thick in the back of the luxury bus. We’d been on the road for four hours now, and the naked fun had started almost before we left the R-C campus.

“I thought I was supposed to be resting,” I said. “I’m more exhausted now than I was yesterday.”

“Not our fault that you’re out of shape,” Scarlett said.

I gave her a glare. Amber got up, leaking cum down her leg, and headed for the bathroom in the back of the bus. Jill dropped to her knees in front of me and started licking me clean. Lani was putting on a light blue top, and Scarlett was pulling up her tight jeans.

Kara stood up and stretched, thrusting her taut breasts toward me. “I know this trip was supposed to be about resting, but it’s also about gathering intel, right? What are we expecting here, Alex?” she said.

“What?” I tugged Jill away from my hardening cock, and looked around for my pants. “Well,” I said, “the Zaluski family is the closest group of unconverted people that Anatoly had on his list. He’s spoken to them frequently, but they’ve also been in contact with some of the other groups. When I asked him to arrange a meeting, they sent a coded message saying it was OK to drop by.” I pulled my boxers on, and worked on stepping into my pant legs in the narrow aisle. “Everyone get your clothes on, and I’ll have Anatoly brief us.”

When I pulled the curtain aside, the six men in the front half of the bus all turned around. Anatoly looked surprisingly normal and non-psychotic with his smooth face and short hair. The girls had insisted that he lose the mad scientist look before they would tolerate him in their presence.

“Anatoly,” I said. “Tell us about the people we’re about to meet. Thirty percent density.” I had to define the level of precision I needed whenever I asked the Russian a question. The scientist in him loved details, and if I asked for a complete answer, he’d probably talk for days.

“The extended Zaluski family is made up of Chase Zaluski, and his wife Vivian, their twin children Erica and Arthur, and Vivian’s mother Anne. They live on fifty hectares of wilderness adjacent to the Los Padres National Forest, near Santa Barbara. Chase is a retired Army master sergeant. Vivian taught middle school English. The children were in their second year at university, but home for summer break when the Chrxjthal arrived. Chase is someone who is referred to as a “doomsday prepper.” He built a shelter and stocked supplies on his property for an extinction-level event. They are—”

“Wait, Anatoly,” Scarlett said. “They’re survivalists?”

The Russian nodded. “They were able to get through the invasion inside their shelter.”

“Alex, are you sure they’re going to be friendly?”

“I hope so, but you know me, I try to be prepared as well,” I said, pointing at Mike, Eddie, and the other two armed guards I’d brought along. “I need to get a handle on this world-wide group, Scarlett. If there are that many Unconverted out there, we have to find a way to work with them. The Zaluskis aren’t politicians or billionaires, they’re just a simple family. I thought they would be the best opportunity to introduce ourselves.”

“Alex, hi. I’m Chase.”

The man was huge. Bodybuilder muscles, salt and pepper crew cut; he looked like a recruiting poster for senior NCOs. I shook hands, pretty sure that he was holding back some of his strength. It was probably a good sign that he didn’t try to crush my fingers. He had a large pistol in a holster on his hip, and didn’t bat any eye at my own sidearm.

Everyone piled off the bus behind me. The November sky was clear, but there was a fall chill in the air. We were in the parking lot of a boarded up restaurant, in the small town of Santa Ynez—the rendezvous point specified by our host. I introduced the girls, but not Anatoly. I wasn’t going to reveal his identity unless I had to.

“Well, you’re certainly a...mixed...group,” Chase said. He was looking at Lani and Scarlett when he said it, and the hair on my neck stood up. Kara reached out to take my hand.

“That’s my son, AJ,” Chase said, pointing to the younger, slightly smaller version of himself that stood next to a pair of off-road vehicles. He looked at the group gathered in front of the bus. “I didn’t know you’d be bringing your harem. We’ve only got room for six.”

Lani and Amber both bristled, and Kara squeezed my hand tight. Fortunately, their block against conflict kept the girls from protesting, long enough for their good sense to return.

“That’s all right,” I said. “Some of them can stay here. Give me a minute.”

I gathered my “harem” around me. I took Lani’s head in my hands, forcing her to look at me. I think she knew what was coming. “Lani, I’m commanding you to stay here. Stick to our plan. No protests.”

“Yes, Alex,” she said. I hated to do it to her, but this situation felt precarious. I turned to Scarlett and gave her the same instructions.

“OK, Chase,” I said to the former sergeant, “we’re ready to go.”

We pulled up to the white house in a cloud of dust. The last few kilometers had been on a dirt track that could barely be called a road. The house and barn looked like real wood, well kept and freshly painted. Two other vehicles and a tractor were parked next to the barn, all of them looking like antique gas-burners. Chase’s land was in a valley nestled between two low ridges. A modest stream flowed through the pines, and behind the house. The air smelled incredibly fresh, as we piled out of the vehicles. Kara, Amber and Jill stayed close to me, while Mike and Anatoly stayed in the background.

Coming out of the house was the rest of the Zaluski family. Chase introduced me to his mother-in-law, Anne, a tall, fit looking woman in her sixties. She didn’t smile, and she gave a sour look over my shoulder at my three women. Chase’s wife Vivian was gorgeous; long auburn hair and freckled skin, with a lush, big-titted, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped figure. Her round cheeks dimpled as she smiled at me.

AJ’s twin, Erica, stepped out from behind her mother and grandmother, and for the first time since I’d seen Lani at her home on Kili Island, I had to stop myself from staring. The tall, athletic redhead was stunning. Long curly hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her jewel-green eyes watched me with cool indifference. Her tank top and tight jeans showed taut muscles on a long, lean frame. She stepped around the other women with confidence and grace, and extended her hand. We shook quickly, and she moved off to talk with her brother.

I introduced my companions, giving Anatoly’s name as Anthony.

“Let’s go inside, Alex,” Chase said, heading up the steps to the covered front porch of the house.

Anne watched my group follow me, with the same sour expression she’d had earlier. “Your slaves can stay outside,” she said, “or in the barn if you prefer.”

I stopped in my tracks, and looked at Chase. He waited patiently at the top of the steps, obviously deferring to the older woman. Vivian looked down at the ground, not offering any opinion.

The women did a good job of hiding their shock. The altered minds of the two blondes wouldn’t let them argue with the command, but Kara could, and any of them would raise a lot of questions if they reacted out of character. We had agreed that all of the girls would play the part of converted minions, to keep our options open in this unknown situation.

“Go to the barn until I call for you,” I said. I arched an eyebrow at Kara, putting her in charge. I turned back to my hosts and smiled. “Shall we,” I said. As I climbed the stairs, I pulled out my satphone.

“That won’t work here,” AJ said as he passed me. He pointed at a thick metal antenna protruding from the roof of the barn. “Signal jammer. Knocks out most sat and comm signals. Keeps those motherfuckers from finding us.”

I pocketed my phone and followed him.

The inside of the house was rustic, and comfortable, and immaculately clean. Chase led me into the living room, while Anne and Vivian headed for the kitchen, and the twins disappeared upstairs. As I sat on the well-worn couch, the stuffed head of a stag looked down at me from above the mantle. A rack on the far wall held a dozen rifles of various sizes. The muscular retired soldier sat down in an easy chair opposite me, and stared at me quietly for several moments. I was reminded of the advice when confronting a strange dog—show no fear. I leaned back on the couch and casually stretched my arm over the back.

“The message I got from the Russian said that he just discovered you up in ’Frisco last week,” Chase said. “Where you been since the landing?”

I went into my cover story, giving a mashup version of Kili Island, sailing home, then taking my harem and disappearing into the mountains, staying at the former home of a vid mogul. I could tell that this hardened survivalist thought of me as a weak city boy, who didn’t pose much of a threat—exactly as I wanted him to.

Vivian came in with a tray, and served coffee. Her mother followed her in, and took a seat in a wooden chair from the dining room, staying at the fringe of my vision.

“I hadn’t met any other Unconverted until last week,” I said. “I’ve got to tell you, it feels good to talk to normal people.” I smiled around the room.

“Hmmph. Yeah. Talking to that Russian’s been almost as bad as talking to an alien,” Chase said. “Glad to see another American survived. You serve, Alex?”

“Ah, no.”

“Too bad. We’re gonna need fighters. President says we launch our counterattack next month.”

“President Montillo’s still in office?” I said.

Chase laughed harshly. “That Mexican piece of shit? Nah, he’s a puppet like the rest of the old government. The true President is Joshua Tyler, a real American, former governor of Mississippi. Didn’t the Russian tell you?”

I shook my head.

“Of course not,” he said. “Pretty sure he’s supporting that traitor Michaelsen behind our backs.”

“Who’s Michaelsen?” I asked.

“A coward. Claims to be President because of some obscure government rule, but he doesn’t want to fight. Hell, there’s four other bureaucrats that say they’re the one in charge, but Tyler, he’s the only one with a real plan.” He yelled toward the kitchen. “Viv, bring out that bottle of Jack for me and Alex.” He set his cup down on the coffee table. “We should have a real drink,” he said. “Hasn’t been much of a reason to, lately.”

“So there’s six people claiming to be President?” I asked.

“Yup.”

“What about other countries? Who’s in charge around the rest of the planet?”

“Who cares,” Chase said. “Won’t matter once we rise up. When the U.S. defeats the aliens, the rest of the world will fall in line.”

Chase’s wife came back in, with a bottle and two glasses. She set them down and quickly disappeared.

“So, this counterattack,” I said, while the older man poured two healthy shots of whiskey, “have you come up with a way to neutralize the Sentinels?”

“The who?” Chase said, handing me a glass.

“The soldiers in the red armor that work for the aliens. They’re called...ah, the Russian calls them Sentinels.”

Chase shrugged his massive shoulders. “We shoot ’em. Same as every other alien.” He leaned over the table and extended his glass. “You may not be a soldier, but are you a fighter, Alex? You gonna help us take back America?”

“Absolutely,” I said, clinking my glass with his.

“Outstanding,” he said, tossing back half of his drink in one gulp.

I took a more modest sip, feeling the burn down my throat, and the warmth in my chest. I heard a tsk, and turned to see Anne’s eyes boring into me.

Vivian came back into the room. “Mom, call the twins please, tell them dinner’s ready.”

I couldn’t figure out what to do with my gun. Put it under my pillow? Leave it on the bedside table? Where could I get to it the fastest? I doubted that I would get much sleep tonight, not knowing what the Zaluski family had in store for me, so I decided to just keep it in my hand, with the safety on.

It was barely ten, but this military family was used to going to bed early and rising early. The guest room in their modest house was on the ground floor, behind the kitchen. The narrow single bed was clean, and soft, but barely big enough for me by myself. There really hadn’t been any question of bringing one of the girls in to sleep with me, not with the evil eye of the family matriarch watching over everything.

I wondered how everyone was doing in the barn. I’d gone out there with food and blankets, after dinner. Kara was frustrated that she didn’t know what was going on, but she understood the game we were playing. The other two girls were upset as well, and I’d been forced to command them into staying with our plan. Mike and Anatoly, of course, simply did what we told them.

Dinner had been a hearty, and delicious meal of chicken, potatoes, carrots and fresh-baked bread. The twins had joined us, but didn’t get in any of our conversations, preferring to whisper between themselves. Chase had kept the talk away from politics and The Plan for the most part, instead asking me about my life as an engineer, and my trip to the South Pacific on Sole Survivor. Vivian was a wonderful hostess, and her sunny personality almost let me ignore the dark cloud of her mother.

After I had settled my companions in the barn, I’d returned to the house, and Chase had told me more about the world. It turned out that the number of Unconverted was closer to twelve-hundred—either Anatoly didn’t know the full count, or he was only considering those that fit his idea of being useful. Almost five hundred were in the U.S., but according to Chase, only about two hundred were “real fighters,” meaning that they belonged to the faction led by President Tyler.

Intel on the aliens—their numbers, their organization, and their technology—was surprisingly scarce. I was pretty sure that I knew more about our enemy than anyone else on the planet. It seemed that the loose-knit confederation of survivors were more concerned with who was in charge than they were with figuring out how to defeat the invaders.

Chase had promised to introduce me to President Tyler tomorrow, through the Plan’s system of low-tech communications and cyphers. Relays of ham radio operators sent messages around the globe, using outdated frequency bands, and book cyphers based on the Gideon Bible—one of the last paper books in wide distribution. Because it was so slow, there was very little technical data being transmitted, most of it was news or politics. The Zaluskis’ radio in the attic was only powerful enough to reach a couple places, including a mysterious man who went by the handle Lucifer, down in Los Angeles, and of course, Anatoly in the Bay Area. Hopefully Lucifer would be listening in tomorrow, because I knew Anatoly certainly wouldn’t.

I hadn’t learned nearly as much as I was expecting, when my host suddenly declared that it was time for bed. He’d disappeared upstairs almost immediately, leaving his wife to show me to the guest room. Vivian had been polite as she showed me where everything was, but she seemed nervous, and left as quickly as possible.

So the strangeness of the day, and the odd behavior of this family, had me sitting on the narrow bed, fully clothed, clutching my gun and listening for any odd noises.

One of those odd noises came about fifteen minutes later; a floorboard creaked in the hallway outside the door. I was off the bed and on the floor in a flash. Moonlight through the thin curtains gave me enough light to see the door inching open.

“Mr. Drummond?” The whisper was so quiet that I couldn’t identify the voice.

“Who’s there?” I said, keeping my voice low and even.

“It’s me, Mr. Drummond. Vivian.” A figure moved through the open door. The shape certainly looked like Mrs. Zaluski, shorter and curvier than the other two women in the house. She was wrapped in a shiny, pale robe, with white slippers on her feet.

“What do you want? I’m armed,” I said.

“I’m not,” she said, then proved it by untying the robe and slipping it off her shoulders. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, showing her heavy breasts, gently rounded belly, and thick thighs. She clenched her hands in front of her crotch and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“Mr. Drummond? Alex?”

I didn’t know what to do. Why was this woman, this Unconverted wife and mother, sneaking into my room and taking off her clothes? I tore my eyes off her lush body to watch the door, thinking that she might be some kind of distraction, a stalking horse for an attack by the rest of the family.

“What are you doing here Mrs. Zaluski? Where’s your husband?”

“Upstairs in my bedroom,” she said, “fucking my mother.” She took another step into the room. “Please...Alex...let me talk to you.”

This was getting all kinds of weird. “Move over there, to the window,” I said. Her moonlit breasts bounced as she moved away from the door. The closer she got to the light, the more of her I could see. Except for her slippers, she was totally nude, with no weapons in her hands.

I went to the doorway and peeked into the hall, but there as no sign of anyone else. I closed the door, but I’d already figured out here was no lock, and nothing I could move in front of it without making a lot of noise.

I moved back to the bed. “Sit down, Vivian,” I said.

She sat near the head of the bed, one leg on the mattress, the other on the floor. I sat on the other side near the foot, one eye on the door, another on the naked woman.

“So, once again, what are you doing here, Vivian?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Her face scrunched up in anguish, and she fell onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow, sobbing. I felt concern for her, but my danger sense was still tingling. If this was an act, now would be the perfect time for someone to burst through the door. I watched for a minute, listening to the crying woman, waiting for all hell to break loose, but nothing happened. Finally, I shifted my attention from the door, to the woman in distress.

Moving my gun to my other hand, I reached out and touched the soft skin of Vivian’s shoulder. She flinched briefly, but her crying calmed a bit. I settled my hand on her back, letting her feel the weight of my arm.

“All right, Vivian. It’s OK. Here, look at me,” I said.

Her crying stopped, and she picked her head up off the pillow. Dark shadows hid her eyes. She continued to sniffle, but she seemed in control.

“Is anyone else coming?” I asked. “Is this some kind of attack?”

She shook her head, her thick auburn hair flying around her face, sticking to her wet cheeks. “No,” she whispered. “No. It’s just me.”

I wished Kara was here to tell me if she was lying, but my gut said that she was being honest. I stood up from the bed, holstered my Glock, and put the holster on the night stand. Then I picked up Vivian’s robe from the floor and carried it back to her. She took the satin cloth out of my hand, but made no move to put it on.

I sat down on the narrow bed, leaning against the headboard. I opened my arms to the naked woman, and with a sigh, she nestled up against me, her head on my chest, her breasts pressing against my side. One of her legs came up to drape over mine, her rounded hip and pale ass glowing in the moonlight. She reached around my waist and squeezed me tight. “Thank you,” she said.

I squeezed my arm around her shoulders. “Tell me what’s going on, Vivian.”

“I need you to get me out of here, Alex. I’m so miserable. My husband, my whole family, has gone crazy with this alien thing. My mother seduced Chase, latching on to the strongest male like a little bitch in heat. They sleep together every night now, and she feeds all of his fantasies about being the hero, and fighting the aliens. And my kids, oh god, they’re sleeping together, too. And Erica’s even talking about having AJ’s baby! They think they need to repopulate the world with white children.” She clutched at my shirt and started crying agin.

I stroked her silky hair, and put my other hand on her warm thigh. “Shhhh, Vivian. It’s all right. We’ll figure it out.”

She stopped crying, and took a deep breath, then lifted her head and tried to kiss me. I turned my head to the side, and pulled her back by her shoulder. “Vivian, stop,” I said.

“Please, Alex. I can be good to you. I know I’m not as young or pretty as your slaves, but I can do things that they can’t. I can help you, and I can please you.” She rolled on top of me until she was straddling my thighs. She cupped her tits and offered them to me. “I’ll do anything, Alex, just please don’t make me stay here.”

I pulled her arms down, letting her heavy breasts fall against her chest, then reached around her back, and hugged her to me. She buried her face in my neck, and somehow we slid down on the bed until she was lying fully on top of me. I felt her warm mound rubbing my cock through my pants, and involuntarily, I started to respond. I knew this wasn’t the time or place, but this hot older woman was getting to me. I grabbed her soft ass and pressed her against my hardening shaft. She moaned and lifted her head, trying to kiss me again. This time I let her. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and we dueled as she rubbed faster against me.

It was only when she pulled away and reached down for my belt that I came to my senses. I grabbed her wrists, and held her. Her eyes were wild as she tried to lean in and kiss me again.

“Vivian, stop,” I said. “We need to stop, now.”

Tears flowed down her cheeks again. “Oh, god, I knew it. You don’t want me. You’re going to leave me here with them.” She struggled against my grip. “If you do, I swear I’ll kill myself. I can’t take this any more.”

“Hush, beautiful,” I said. “Of course I want you. I want to help you, and I certainly don’t want you to hurt yourself. But, we can’t do this right now. We need to work on getting out of here. I need to get to the barn and talk to my team.”

“But what...what can converted slaves do to help? They can’t fight.”

“No,” I said. “But they can help, trust me.”

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds, and then her arms relaxed, and her body slumped. “OK, Alex,” she said. “I trust you.”

“Thank you, beautiful,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. “Now get your robe on, and show me how to get to the barn.”

She got off me and picked up her robe. The sight of her round ass as she spun around had me adjusting my hard cock in my pants. I got my Glock off the nightstand and we headed for the door.

When we got outside through the kitchen door, the cold mountain air hit us. Vivian clutched her thin robe around her, and I draped my jacket over her shoulders. We couldn’t risk getting her something warmer to wear, but I cringed seeing her bare legs and thin slippers in the moonlight. We went down the back steps, and followed a dirt path to the left.

“It’s not far,” Vivian said over her shoulder. “We should be—”

She sprawled face down in the dirt, at the same time that the whole exterior of the house lit up, and an alarm screeched from inside. I saw the wire stretched across the path, and knew that Chase had set a trap. By the time I reached down to help Vivian to her feet, the back door of the house banged open.

“Don’t move, shithead,” Chase’s deep voice said from behind the glare of the lights. A shadow flickered in front of them and then the muscular sergeant was standing in front of me, shirtless, holding a giant-looking shotgun.

“Vivian,” he said, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious, baby?” The nasal whine of Vivian’s mother came up from behind him. “She was in his room, fucking him, and now they’re running away together. I told you my daughter was a no-good whore.” The tall woman put her hand on Chase’s shoulder. She was barefoot, and wearing only a thin robe, with her hard nipples poking through the fabric. There was a thick leather collar around her neck, studded with silver rings.

I stepped between Vivian and the shotgun. “Look, Chase, nothing happened between us. She was just showing me out to the barn so I could check on my slaves,” I said.

“He’s lying,” Anne hissed. “Look at that fat slut, she’s naked under that robe. Why would she take him outside wearing nothing?”

“What’s going on?” Another voice from behind Chase. Then AJ and Erica appeared. He was bare chested like his father, and she had on an oversized t-shirt—the same one that her twin wore earlier today. AJ had a bolt-action rifle in his hand.

Things were getting tense. I was just thinking of trying to draw and fire, when Chase must have noticed my gun. “Hold it!” he yelled, putting the shotgun to his shoulder. I put my hands up. “Erica, get his gun.”

The gorgeous redhead glided forward, and reached for my holstered Glock. Her hard nipple scraped my arm as she pulled back, and she shivered. Everyone’s breath was steaming in the night air.

“Look, Chase,” I said, “put your gun down. We can’t kill each other over things like this. We need everyone available to fight the aliens, remember? To take back America.”

“Fuck you, you little prick. You were trying to run off with my wife!”

“Listen to you, god damned hypocrite.” Vivian moved around me to stand in front of her husband. She stepped right up until the barrel of the shotgun was pressed against her left breast. “Didn’t you tell me that marriage didn’t mean a thing in the new world? That it was men taking what they wanted, and the old customs be damned? Or was that just so you could fuck this dried up old bitch?”

Her mother stepped up and slapped Vivian viciously across the face. “Shut up you ungrateful whore! I’m just doing what you were too stuck up to do. Men like Chase are our only hope of survival. You weren’t giving him what he needed, so I took on the responsibility for keeping him happy. You should be thanking me.”

Vivian rubbed her red cheek. “Thanking you? Fine, mother. Thank you for sucking my husband’s tiny dick while he chokes you, and letting him fuck your dry, tight ass until it bleeds. Thank you for getting tied up and whipped until you pass out. You go right ahead keeping his sick mind happy. I’m done with it. With him. With all of you!”

AJ looked stunned. “Mom, what...? Dad, what’s she talking about?”

“Hush, AJ,” Erica said, caressing her brother’s muscular chest. “Mom doesn’t want to be part of the family any more. She’s not willing to do what it takes to survive against the aliens. Don’t worry about her. You just worry about us, about you and me together, making a new world.”

“Everyone, shut up!” Chase yelled. He pressed the shotgun barrel deeper into Vivian’s soft breast. She winced but didn’t back up. “No one is going anywhere. You’re my wife! You belong to me! No weakling little city boy is going to take you away.”

“Shoot me then, Chase,” Vivian said, grabbing the barrel of the shotgun. “Because I’ve had it. If you don’t let me go, you’d better kill me. Because if you don’t, I’ll slit every one of your throats while you sleep, and then I’ll kill myself. I swear I will.”

Everyone looked shocked. AJ’s rifle and my own pistol were still pointed at me, but I was on the cusp of doing something stupid. Chase’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled the gun tighter against his shoulder. I knew he was about to fire—to kill his own wife.

A shot rang out, but instead of Vivian falling to the ground, dirt exploded at Chase’s feet. He skipped backwards, cursing, and looked out into the darkness of the pines. I spun Vivian into my arms, and turned my back on her husband. I didn’t see what he did, but another shot echoed in the quiet night, and then the shotgun boomed behind me.

“You missed,” Kara’s clear voice came from the woods. “Like to try again?”

Chase cracked his gun and plucked out the spent shells. He reached into his pants and pulled out two more, just as a third shot hit the ground in front of Anne. She screamed and dropped to the ground as shards of gravel peppered her bare legs.

“Let me rephrase that,” Kara’s voice came from the trees. “Don’t try that again, or the next shot goes through your bitch’s brain.”

I pulled Vivian with me, around the side of the house. Once we were out of sight of her crazy family, we ran.

“Alex!” Lani’s voice came from the darkness in front of me.

I stopped, and my lovely island girl came out of the night, and leapt into my arms.

“Lani...Lani...stop...I mean it, don’t make me give you a command,” I said, as she smothered me in kisses. I let her down to her feet, and took her by the shoulders. “Where is everyone?”

“We’re all here,” she said. “Anatoly’s nano tracker worked, even with the signal dampener in effect. We got here about an hour ago. Mike and Eddie had some kind of rendezvous set up so we found the group in the barn. We were just waiting around for you when the lights came on.”

“Kara has the two snipers in the woods. She’s calling the shots, literally.” She smiled at her pun. “The other two guards are at the barn, with orders to shoot anyone who doesn’t say ‘pineapple’ first. Anatoly, Scarlett, Amber, and Jill are all there, waiting for us.” She took my hand and set off toward the barn.

I pulled my hand away. “Lani, this is Vivian. She’s a friend. I need you to take her to the barn. Get her warm, and keep her safe.”

“But Alex...”

“Do it, Lani. For me. Please.”

She looked about as upset as I’d ever seen her, but there was no way she could deny my request. She let out an explosive breath. “Fine, baby. I’ll do it.” She turned to the shivering older woman and gave her a smile that was like a lighthouse in the darkness. “Hi, Vivian. I’m Lani, Alex’s first ever sex slave. So glad you’ve decided to join the harem.”

“Lani...”

She laughed, and I felt tonight’s tension flowing out of me at the sound. “Yes, baby, I’ll be good. Come on, Viv. Can I call you Viv? Let’s get you warmed up.” I pushed Vivian to follow Lani, and the pair headed for the barn.

When they were gone, I snuck back to the corner of the house and peeked around.

“What are you gonna do?” Chase shouted into the darkness. “I’m not giving up if you’re just gonna kill us anyway. I’ll go out like a soldier!” Anne was sitting on the cold ground, clutching her bleeding ankle. AJ and Erica had both dropped their guns and had their hands on their head, with Erica’s t-shirt riding up so high that I was staring at her firm, bare ass. Chase was the only one still armed.

“No one’s going to kill you, Chase,” I said. He spun toward my voice, but luckily for him, he pointed the shotgun into the air. If he had turned the rifle in my direction, I’m sure Mike would have shot him. “Kara!” I shouted toward the trees. “Everyone’s safe. You got these guys covered?”

“Yes, Alex,” came her voice from the woods.

“Keep your shooters under control,” I called out, then stepped around the corner into Chase’s view. The shotgun twitched on his shoulder “Don’t,” I said in a low voice.

He clenched his jaw, but he didn’t move his gun. I stepped up to the giant former soldier, and slowly took the shotgun out of his hands.

“You should have let us go,” I whispered in his ear.

“God, this feels so cruel, Alex.”

“I know, Scarlett, but there’s really no choice. What could I do with four Unconverted prisoners?” I turned down the east corridor in the basement of Orange Building. Scarlett walked next to me, while over twenty assorted minions followed us. Anatoly was there, and Stephan, Mike and Eddie, and Param. Anyone that we didn’t want altered by the alien pulse.

“I hate myself for doing it,” I said, “but it’s better than killing them.” We came to the northeast corner, where an open metal door led into out largest Faraday cage. I stopped in the hallway, as my trailing minions all filed inside. Lani rounded the corner, followed by Vivian.

“Hey, baby,” Lani said, standing on her toes to give me a kiss. “Everyone’s in. T minus twelve minutes.”

“Thanks, Lani. You and Scarlett get inside. I’ll be right there. Vivian, stay with me a sec.”

As the other two girls went into the cage, the beautiful, survivalist housewife turned her green eyes on me.

“I wanted to ask you if you’re sure about this. We don’t know how to reverse the process yet. We may never know. They could be permanently converted.” I looked at the four figures, shackled and hooded, sitting against the far wall.

Vivian was looking at them too, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I know it’s permanent, Alex, but I have to believe it’s for the best. Something happened to them, more than just the aliens...something was wrong at their core. We have too much to do, freeing every person on this planet, without having to worry about a few broken ones. Even if they are family.”

I squeezed her shoulder. “We’re working on changing Converted behavior, so they won’t be as robotic as the others. They won’t rely on normal behavior triggers any more, but they will be compliant, and non-violent.”

“That’s about all I could hope,” she said. “Maybe you can free Erica at some point, like you did with Lani. I don’t think I’d mind if she was in love with you.” She turned away from her family and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I think I already understand how that feels.”

I locked my lips on hers and gave her a long kiss. She tightened her arms around me, and moaned into my mouth, until I finally pulled away.

“You know,” Vivian said, “I’ll bet she’s hot in bed, too.” She gave me a bittersweet smile.

I chuckled. “Really? Hmmm. I always thought my collection was missing a redhead.” She slapped me on the arm, and headed for the cage.

T minus eight minutes. I followed her in, and shut the door.

“Come on in, Vivian,” I said, as the cute older woman knocked on my office door.

She walked in wearing a low-cut, pale green dress that made my eyes bulge out of my head. She smiled when she saw me admiring the wide expanse of pale cleavage on display.

“How are you doing?” I finally got around to asking.

“Wonderful, Alex. Amazing,” she said. She sat down and crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up to show even more skin. “I was so convinced that life after the aliens landed was going to be nothing but misery, but now...” She waved her hand to take in not only my office, but my whole operation. “Even with everyone in the world under alien control, I feel free for the first time in a long while.” She leaned forward in her chair, giving me an even better view down the front of her dress. “How come you haven’t let me thank you yet, Alex?”

I’m sure my face turned red. “Well, ah...let’s give that time. You’ve been through a lot, and I wouldn’t want you to rush into something. I want you to be happy here.”

“That’s sweet,” she said, “but it wouldn’t be rushing into anything. I love you, Alex, even without mind control. All the other girls can see it. They’re wondering why we haven’t jumped into bed yet.” She leaned back and crossed her arms under her bust, lifting her heavy breasts up and out like an offering.

I laughed. “OK. I give up. We’ll see what happens tonight when we get home. In the meantime though, I need to pick your brain about the other members of The Plan. Your family has been off the air for almost two weeks, and we’ve received some questions over the radio, especially from Joshua Tyler’s camp. How likely are they to come looking for Chase?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Alex,” she said. “People disappeared off the net all the time. We either assumed the aliens got them, or they had an accident of some kind.”

“All right. Now the other thing that’s come up is this ‘uprising’ that Tyler has planned. He’s instructing everyone to head for Texas. They’re attacking something called ‘the factory’ in ten days. Any idea?”

Her green eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh. Maybe that’s it. Last month, Chase was ranting about the aliens taking away all of the active military, and how they’d turned his home into a ‘god damned factory.’ I didn’t know what he was talking about, but Alex, he was stationed at Fort Hood in Texas for fifteen years. He always called it ‘home.’“

“Fort Hood? You think Tyler’s rag-tag, two hundred man militia’s going to attack a military base full of aliens and super soldiers? Shit.” I picked up my phone and called Scarlett. “Gather everyone. Second floor conference room. Have Mike round up Chase Zaluski as well.”

I took Vivian by the elbow and steered her toward the door. “Come on. We need to see if we can prevent this stupidity from happening. I guess it’s time I revealed myself to the members of The Plan.”