Parasites Love Earth!

by Gary L M Martin

  "Trust me. You'll barely notice the difference," said Darlene.

  They were being asked to trust an alien in the image of their daughter. An alien who had murdered their daughter and taken her form. But what choice did they have, if they wanted to save Leslie?

  Elizabeth gave the slightest of nods, very reluctantly. Then, so did Jonathan.

  "Good! There's just one thing you should know about this procedure," said Darlene.

  "Only one?" said Jonathan dryly.

  "It has a high failure rate. In the few times its actually worked, it's worked because the host doesn't fight the process. The host has to genuinely want it to happen."

  "How can I..."

  "I can help," said Darlene, holding up her black bag. Jonathan and Elizabeth knew what was in it. A black spider.

  Jonathan would have to agree to be brainwashed to want the procedure. But at this point, what difference did it make? He was going to do it anyway. "All right," he said.

  "Dad, don't do it!" Leslie cried, reaching forward to hug him. He hugged her back. "I have to, honey."

  "But I don't want anything to happen to you," said Leslie.

  "Nothing's going to happen to me," said Jonathan.

  "You promise?" said Leslie.

  "I do," said Jonathan.

  "Come," said Darlene. "We have much work to do."

  She led them to the bedroom, and closed the door. She opened her black bag, and a ten inch tall black spider jumped out. "Lie face down on the bed, please, Jonathan."

  Jonathan looked unhappy. He frowned, but lay down as told. The black spider jumped on top of him, moved to the back of his head, and gently inserted its organic filaments in his brain.

  Elizabeth sat by him, holding his hand, and gently stroking his head. "Is this really going to be the last thing we have to do for you?"

  "It is. I guarantee it," said Darlene.

  "And he won't stop being who he is?"

  "You wouldn't even notice a change in him unless I pointed it out to you," said Darlene.

  Elizabeth watched her husband's eyelids flickering, and he moaned as he was reprogrammed.

  When the spider pulled out of his head, Jonathan blinked, and sat up.

  "Are you all right?"

  Jonathan nodded.

  "Now it's your turn, Elizabeth," said Darlene. "Lie with your head face down, please."

  "Me? Why me?" Elizabeth asked.

  "It's not enough for Jonathan to want the procedure. You have to want it as well."

  Elizabeth looked at Jonathan. He nodded "It's all right, dear."

  Elizabeth reluctantly put her face down on the bed. She closed her eyes so she didn't see it coming, but she gasped as she felt the first alien tendrils entering her brain....

  She must have fallen asleep, because suddenly the spider was gone and she was sitting up.

  "Are you all right, dear?" Jonathan asked.

  Elizabeth nodded. Darlene was gone. "Where did she go?"

  "She said she will be back tomorrow evening. She left us these," he said, indicating two masks.

  The masks looked like the exoskeleton faces of insects. "What are these?"

  "Darlene says that these are replicas of the mask I am going to have to wear when I have the procedure done. We should get comfortable wearing them, seeing them on each other. She says that we're to... have sex wearing them, to help better convince ourselves that we want the procedure."

  Suddenly Elizabeth realized that she wanted Jonathan to have the procedure, more than anything. No, not just the procedure. She wanted him to be changed. The words readily came to her lips. "You must be changed," she said, touching him tenderly.

  "I want to be changed," said Jonathan, not even realizing he was saying it.

  They put on their masks, which seemed to bond to their face. With the masks on, they looked a little like insects. Then they proceeded to take off their clothes and make love.

  The masks had spaces for eyes and ears and mouths, but it was difficult to kiss with them. But not impossible, as Jonathan felt Elizabeth's lips press against his.

  Soon they were rubbing their bodies together, and then Elizabeth mounted him, putting his penis inside of her. Slowly she began to pole up and down.

  As Jonathan became sexually aroused, he looked up at Elizabeth, wearing the insect mask, and the sight of the insect mask slowly became part of his arousal. For Elizabeth it was the same; the feeling of Jonathan's hardness filling inside of her was tied up with the sight of him, wearing that insect mask.

  Every time she plunged down on his organ, giving him sexual pleasure, she found herself saying, "You want to be changed."

  And every time she shifted upwards, Jonathan responded. "I want to be changed."

  Down. "You want to be changed."

  Up. "I want to be changed."

  Down. "You want to be changed."

  Up. "I want to be changed."

  Very soon, they built up to an orgasm, and Jonathan climaxed, seeing Elizabeth's face covered by the mask. Elizabeth came a few seconds later, and experienced a similar blend, as she orgasmed while looking at Jonathan's mask.

  They continued the same procedure for seven days. Every evening Darlene would come over with her spider. Both of them would be programmed again. Then they would make love, with their masks on. Very quickly they began to associate the mask with sexual climax. After four days, just looking at the masks became sexually arousing.

  And every time Jonathan felt pleasure in his penis, it was always accompanied by his saying he wanted to be changed, or Elizabeth telling him that that he wanted it.

  That combined with the repeated reprogramming made them certain of it. After a week, they wanted it more than anything. The day when Darlene came, and they both demanded that Jonathan be changed, she knew he was ready. They got into their air car and drove to the cave.

  But still, a kernel of doubt dwelled in Elizabeth's mind. She wanted Jonathan to be changed, that was for sure, but didn't Darlene promise them initially that Jonathan would not be changed? She told them his personality would be the same. The change must refer to his added abilities.

  And why the need for the mask? Again, they had been assured that Jonathan would not be turned into an insect; but why did he need to wear a mask during the procedure?

  These thoughts nagged her, but didn't stop her from disrobing promptly just inside the entrance to the cave. She and Jonathan obediently followed Darlene into the cave, going wherever they took her.

  She took them to a chamber bathed in bright green light. There was a chair there, and some kind of alien apparatus or life form above it. She gestured for Jonathan to sit in the chair.

  He took a deep breath, and gave Elizabeth a lingering kiss. She touched his face with her hands. "Good luck," she whispered, as he pulled back.

  Jonathan sat down in the chair. Restraints came out to his arms and his legs. Elizabeth bit her lip.

  Then a mask came down from the apparatus above Jonathan. A mask identical to the ones they had been given. Immediately, Jonathan got an erection and Elizabeth started rubbing her clitoris.

  Transparent tubes connected to Jonathan's ears from either side and one for his mouth. A fourth transparent tube went down over the top of his head, filled with a bubbling green liquid. And finally a black spider perched on top of his head, digging its microscopic tendrils into his head.

  Jonathan's hands clenched.

  Bugs started to swarm through the tubes into his ears and his mouth. The green liquid started to bubble and the water level dropped slightly. Jonathan cried out.

  "Remember, you want this. You want to be changed, you want to be changed, you want to be changed," Elizabeth repeated, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. She could see his eyes through the mask. He looked terrified.

  More insects started to stream inside his ears and mouth. The green liquid water level dropped a little more. The spider cried out.

  "He's resisting!" Darlene cried, looking at indicators on a
control panel.

  "No, Jonathan, you mustn't!" Elizabeth cried.

  "Elizabeth, distract him!" said Darlene. She glanced downwards. Her meaning was clear.

  Elizabeth, desperate to see Jonathan changed, dropped to her knees, and quickly put Jonathan's penis in her mouth. She started sucking his head rapidly.

  "That's it!" Darlene cried, still looking at the instruments. "Keep doing it! He stopped resisting!"

  Elizabeth, feeling the head of Jonathan's penis stretching her mouth, worked her lips harder against it, as the green liquid level dropped some more. Jonathan was half groaning, and half moaning. He was in pain, but also distracted.

  Darlene checked the indicators and said, "We've taken control of a quarter of his brain! Keep going! But don't let him come! Not yet, not yet!"

  Elizabeth stopped working on the head, and instead took him deep in her throat and started working on his shaft, which was much less sensitive. As her head bobbed back and forth, she saw the spider, on Jonathan's head, start to disappear. First the bottom of the legs were gone, and then the top of the legs, and then the creature's torso was pressed directly against Jonathan's cranium. Where had the Insect's legs disappeared to?

  "We're half done! We've wiped half his brain! He's still not fighting it!" said Darlene, with real joy in her voice. "Keep going!"

  Wiped? What did that mean? But Elizabeth didn't have time to dwell on that. Elizabeth could see that the water level of the green liquid was dropping fast. It was less than a half of what it had been to start. Where had all that green liquid gone? And what was it doing to Jonathan?

  But still, she kept focused on sucking him off. She wanted him to change. She wanted him to change. She saw the mask on his face, and it made her nipples hard and her vagina lubricate.

  Darlene checked the instruments. "All right, all right, we're about to reach the final turning point, Elizabeth! We have one last big chunk of his brain to take over! But he's starting to fight back! Make him come, Elizabeth, make him come right now!" she cried.

  Elizabeth saw the green water level start to drop precipitously, and the spider on top of Jonathan's head began to fade, and Jonathan started to yell at the top of his lungs. She knew she had to keep him distracted, or else all this would all be for nothing. Elizabeth pulled back, and started sucking ferociously on the head of Jonathan's penis, as vigorously as she could.

  She put aside all her fears and doubts and kept telling herself:

  She wanted him to change.

  She wanted him to change.

  She wanted him to change....

  She tongued his slit and the top of his head with all her passion, and was rewarded with a familiar trembling in his shaft.

  At that moment, several things happened.

  The insects stopped crawling inside of Jonathan's ears and mouth.

  The green liquid completely emptied into his head.

  The spider torso on top of his head seemed to melt completely, and totally disappear.

  Jonathan groaned and moaned as his penis shivered, and quaked, and erupted.

  And Jonathan screamed one last time at the top of his lungs, even as he filled Elizabeth's mouth with hot, sticky sperm.

  And then, suddenly, all was quiet.

  Elizabeth slowly pulled out and stood up. "Did we...?"

  "You did it!" said Darlene joyfully, giving Elizabeth a big hug. "We couldn't have done it without you! You distracted him perfectly, just in the right amount, just when we needed it. We never could have taken over his mind so easily without your help."

  "So... it's done?" said Elizabeth, giving Jonathan an uncertain look. He didn't move. He didn't speak.

  "I believe so," said Darlene happily. The restraints on Jonathan's arms and legs retracted, as did the tube, and the mask.

  Elizabeth was pleased to see that Jonathan's face was unchanged. As Darlene promised. His eyes were closed.

  But then his eyes opened.

  His pupils were giant. And they were black.

  "Jonathan?" said Elizabeth uncertainly.

  Jonathan stood up in one, sudden move.

  "Jonathan?" she said again.

  "Momomomomomom," said Jonathan. He took a step towards her.

  Elizabeth took a step back. "Jonathan?" she asked again.

  "Momomomomomomomomom," said Jonathan, walking towards her.

  Elizabeth backed away until she was up against a wall. "What is it? What have you done to him?"

  "Exactly what I promised we would do to your daughter," said Darlene. "We have totally wiped his personality, and replaced it with a Hive stamped one. The green liquid wiped his brain clean. And that spider you saw? It's in there. It's running things now."

  "No," said Elizabeth in horror, looking at his dark eyes as Jonathan walked up to her. His face was alien now.

  "And we couldn't have done it without you," said Darlene. "That part was true. Most time the procedure fails because the subject resists. Just think, Elizabeth, without you, none of this would have happened. You are responsible for what your husband has become."

  "No," said Elizabeth, only now fully realizing what she had done.

  "You have been so helpful in every way. You willingly infected your daughter with a rider and turned her into a lesbian seductress. You persuaded Jonathan to reveal top secret information from the Survey Service. You persuaded him to impregnate another woman. You persuaded him to fuck a spider and helped him climax three times. And then you even convinced him to have his brain totally remodeled. You freely fucked his brain out to help brainwash him to want it, and even now, at the very end, you were sucking his cock, begging us to convert the man you love. We have rarely had slaves as obedient as you two. I will truly miss you both," said Darlene wistfully.

  "No," Elizabeth cried.

  "And now it's time for your reward. Jonathan, show your loving wife exactly how grateful you are."

  "Momomomomomomom," said Jonathan.

  Elizabeth raised her hands to push him away, but Jonathan effortlessly grabbed her wrists, and pinned her to the wall. He pressed his face against hers. She saw his giant black eyes. Then his lips were pressed against hers, insistently. They forced hers open. And then his tongue entered her mouth.

  Except it didn't feel like a tongue. It felt like crumbling cake, cake that came to pieces just by contact with her mouth. Elizabeth felt tiny things crawling around her mouth, scrambling against the roof of her mouth, blending, dissolving. And then she felt a tingling, reaching to her brain. Her eyes shot upwards, and her eyelids started to blink.

  A moment later, and it was done. Jonathan took a step back.

  Darlene walked up to Elizabeth. "And how are you feeling now, Elizabeth?"

  Elizabeth, who now had large black pupils, stared woodenly ahead. "Momomomomomom."

  "That's good," Darlene smiled. "Would you like to share your good fortune with your daughter Leslie?"

  "Momomomomom," said Elizabeth.

  "I'm glad you agree. Take your husband home and be sure to give her a deep, wet kiss from me. Then report back here, and we'll give you your next assignments."

  For a moment, she touched Elizabeth's hand. "It was so nice knowing you," she said, as she watched them stiffly walk away.

  ********

  "Colonel, thank you for seeing me," said Sam.

  "It's always a pleasure to meet a fellow member of the United Survey Service," said Colonel Worth Rogers, beaming with pride. At 83 years of age, with a receding white hairline and a wrinkled but still distinguished face, Colonel Rogers was long retired from the Survey Service. Sam had come to his home in Potomac, Maryland, along with a service liaison, a young man named Lieutenant Fischer.

  "We have a problem, Colonel," said Sam.

  "The newest alien invasion," said Worth.

  "You know?"

  "I'm old. Not stupid," said Worth. "You're also in the company of a fellow ESPer, remember. If Saoirse were here, you'd be in the company of two of them. But she's out doing yoga, can you bel
ieve that, at 80 years of age? I can't. But the woman doesn't look a day over 50, I tell you. Nearly as pretty as when I married her."

  "Colonel, while these aliens are not the same as the ones you encountered on Planet D, they do have some similarities," said Sam. "They are parasites, and they take control of the mind. I was wondering if you had any insights to offer on combating them?"

  "Insights. Hm... insights," said Worth.

  Sam began to wonder if this had been a mistake.

  "No, not a mistake," said Worth."Sorry, you were just broadcasting pretty loudly. Actually, I'm technically a only 42, but sometimes I can do unusual things... what was the question again?"

  "How to deal with aliens who can control your mind."

  "Yes. That. Well, you see, there are usually two dynamics involved," said Worth. "First, the aliens. They will do everything they can to convince you that you've lost."

  "When we negotiate with them?"

  "No," said Worth. "After they take over your mind. They will tell you over and over that they are too powerful to fight. But that's the key, you see. Part of their strength relies on you not fighting them. Back in those days, some people who were Infected would become eager members of Us, doing anything and anything asked of them. And then there were people like my Anna, well, there was no one quite like Anna, if you take my meaning. But Anna fought them every step of the way. She never stopped fighting them, no matter how much they told her that she was defeated, that it was futile."

  Worth continued, after a pause to smack his lips. "Now, the other dynamic is on your end. You need to let them think that you have been defeated."

  "We do?"

  "Um hm," said Worth. "When you get taken over, and I hope you don't, but when you do, let them think they've defeated you. They will get complacent. They will get sloppy. And then you will find a time to fight back when they least expect it."

  "Thank you," said Sam. This wasn't the kind of advice she had been expecting. Captain Rogers was acting like she was going to get taken over by the Hive Mind, something Sam wasn't looking forward to.

  "Certainly, my dear, any time," he said, watching her ass as she got up and made her way to the door. "And tell Gretchen I said hello."