Under Alien Influence

by Emily Tilton

  “You heard me, young lady,” he said, taking another step forward to make it clear to Hailey that he would use force if he had to, to get her over the nearby black leather ottoman where he had decided she would pay the price of her illicit pleasure.

  She cowered back into the corner of the sofa. Her right hand joined her left, now, desperately trying to raise the tangled panties, as if that might provide some protection.

  “You’re crazy, and I’m going to call the police if you don’t get out,” Hailey said, clearly trying to keep her voice steady as her eyes searched the room, as if looking for the phone.

  “I told you not to pull up your panties, Hailey,” Pierre said. He reached down to the front of the TV set and turned it off, the room half-lit now by the bright overhead fixtures in the kitchen. “Now get yourself over the ottoman with your bottom up. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You’ve been very naughty, and I’m going to teach you the lesson you need.”

  Chapter Four

  Nick Strauss’ Zedaar sent to his colleague, Is your host spanking the young female yet?

  He is about to do so, returned Pierre LeGrand’s. He plans to spank her very hard, and then to have vigorous sex with her for a long while—what the humans call ‘fucking.’ It is amusing. How are you progressing?

  The mate pretends she does not understand her need for sex. This makes her more afraid of the punishment than she would be otherwise, because she worries her husband will fuck her afterward, and learn that she has become aroused at the thought of being mastered by him and fucked as his submissive receptacle. It is amusing.

  The Zedaar could sense the neural nets of their hosts’ fellow creatures, and this one—the one inside Nick Strauss—had received clear emanations from the thoughts and feelings of Janice, his mate, that though it would take her a very long time to admit it, the idea of becoming (as her deepest semi-consciousness put it, to Janice’s unending mortification) her husband’s ‘fuck toy’ made her warm and wet between her thighs. It amused the Zedaar to know that it would help Nick turn Janice into precisely that, beginning in a very little while.

  So, asked Pierre LeGrand’s Zedaar, Nick Strauss has not begun to spank her yet?

  No, not yet. He will put her over his knee very soon, however. Will Pierre LeGrand put the girl over his knee?

  No, replied the Zedaar in an electrostatic tone that conveyed delight. It seems different human males have different ideas about how to spank misbehaving females. Pierre LeGrand wishes the girl to lay herself over a piece of furniture with the undergarment that ordinarily covers the places a male fucks and punishes lowered.

  Ah, its colleague sent back. Nick Strauss looks forward to lowering that undergarment of his mate’s, as well. ‘Panties.’ An amusing word, is it not?

  Amusing indeed, sent back the other. Will you influence the female, when your host fucks her?

  The Zedaar, in addition to their ability to read the thoughts and feelings of other individuals of their host species, around their actual host, could exert influence upon those external neural nets in a limited but occasionally decisive and, above all, an amusing fashion. That capacity amounted in the course of many invasions to a force multiplier so effective that two Zedaar could often build a new move-thing projector-receptor on their own, without calling in further Zedaar to aid them.

  I think I shall, sent the alien in Nick Strauss’ head. I believe it will be quite amusing if Janice Strauss should gain a new understanding of her body’s needs. Perhaps you should influence Hailey Miller similarly?

  Do you mean that the females should learn to crave the males’ penises? Truly amusing! Should they perhaps also learn to submit to very stern discipline, when the males wish it? Pierre LeGrand’s Zedaar found the idea fascinating—a very worthy tactic to accompany the delightful idea of spanking they had found in the humans’ minds.

  Certainly, the other sent back. What sort of discipline does your human ideate?

  He believes Hailey Miller should have a large, stout plug in her anus when she misbehaves, to train her in obedience. Does Nick Strauss have similar thoughts?

  Indeed! replied the Zedaar in the forest ranger’s mind, after a picosecond’s reflection. Amusing. We shall put the notion into effect.

  We shall, confirmed the one in the executive’s brain. Amusing.

  * * *

  Hailey Miller felt like she hadn’t even known what a blush was, before Mr. LeGrand walked in on her playing with herself while watching the stupid horror movie. She hadn’t meant to, either. She hadn’t even meant to turn on the TV. Hailey had intended only to have one beer tonight, and to do her homework, because although she had firmly decided to stop getting wasted by herself every night—since really that was just incredibly boring and left her feeling sick in the morning—she still wanted to prove to herself that she didn’t have a problem. She was going to drink the one beer slowly, while writing her paper on George Eliot, because she felt more creative when she had a little buzz on.

  But she had the whole new six-pack Veronica had helped her buy, with her fake ID, and she had gotten home so virtuously early, that it couldn’t hurt to turn on the TV and have a second beer before she started the paper. Then the movie, despite being fundamentally stupid run-of-the-mill teen horror, had that hot guy.

  Then the hot guy with the strong shoulders and the taut abs had started to undress the cheerleader, and Hailey’s hand had slipped into her panties, and eventually her running shorts had come off, and she had decided that coming once or twice before writing her paper would be the perfect thing to relax her. She played with herself like that once a week or so, when her parents weren’t around, and she felt like it kept her from doing it too often, the way she might if she started doing it in bed. Hailey knew masturbation didn’t have anything wrong about it, but it made her feel guilty—like if she had a boyfriend or a husband he might decide she shouldn’t, because her pussy belonged to him. And, maybe, if she did it anyway, he might say that she needed to learn a lesson, and he needed to put his foot down, and Hailey needed to be punished for touching herself so lewdly.

  Now, from the corner of the sofa, having heard from Mr. LeGrand—not her boyfriend or her husband, though certainly since Hailey had turned eighteen the subject of schoolgirl fantasy—that he intended to punish her for masturbating, she thought she might faint like a nineteenth-century heroine. She looked around again for the cordless phone, and realized she must have left it in the kitchen.

  “No… please…” Hailey said softly. What had he said? To lay herself over the ottoman, and to leave her panties down? She felt her fingers scrabbling at the fabric of the gray cotton panties, indecisive—would he spank her harder if she disobeyed, now, and he had to impose his will with physical force?

  “Don’t make me come get you, Hailey,” Mr. LeGrand said. He had folded his hands across his chest, now, and his handsome, red-bearded face wore an expression that seemed to combine patience with the stern aspect that made Hailey’s tummy flutter so much. He loomed over her, backlit by the overhead lights in the kitchen.

  “You can’t!” she said urgently, in something between a whisper and a wail. She shook her head violently, her brown hair threshing side to side and making her feel even more out of control and ridiculous.

  “I can,” Mr. LeGrand said, nodding slowly and steadily. “You know you’ve needed this for a long time, Hailey. A man’s firm hand on a girl’s bare bottom gives her the kind of stability she needs, when she misbehaves. From now on you’ll be spanked whenever I decide you have a lesson to learn, and I’m going to be teaching you a lot of new lessons, starting tonight.”

  Hailey felt her eyes go even wider. “What does that mean?” Her voice hardly reached a whisper now.

  Her mind filled with visions of the kinds of things that came to her when she lay on the edge of sleep, in her bed, fending off the feeling between her thighs, pushing away the desire to put her hand down there the way she had just been doing on the family room couch
. Hailey saw herself over the ottoman, naked, with Mr. LeGrand over her not to spank her but to put his hard thing in her virgin pussy. She saw herself summoned via a special text message to come to his house for a whipping because she had gotten a bad grade, and to suck the hard penis of the man who gave Hailey Miller the discipline he knew she needed—discipline of a sort only he could give.

  “You’ll see, Hailey. When a girl is old enough to play with her panties down, she’s old enough to learn all the consequences. That starts with your punishment for touching your little pussy. I’m going to count to three. If you’re not over the ottoman by the time I’m done, with your bare bottom presented for an old-fashioned hand spanking of the kind your daddy should have given you a long time ago, I’m going to take off my belt, and you’ll be a good deal sorrier before I begin your next lesson.”

  He paused, looking at her intently with his green eyes. Hailey felt her lips part, but no sound emerged.

  “One,” said Mr. LeGrand.

  “But touching… there… it’s, you know… private!” Hailey managed to cry.

  “Two,” Mr. LeGrand said, his eyebrows going up as if in inquiry as to whether she would actually decide she wanted to learn what his belt felt like, brought down hard on her bare bottom. He spoke again, then, before the next number would have fallen in his awful cadence, surprising Hailey by answering her protest in at least a small way. “We’ll discuss your pussy when you’ve obeyed me, Hailey,” he said. Then he said, “Last chance,” in the same calm voice.

  She didn’t know where the motive power in her muscles came from, but Hailey found herself scrambling off the sofa onto the floor, then awkwardly crawling the two feet that separated her from the big leather-covered ottoman.

  “Good girl,” said Mr. LeGrand, and the heat flashed into Hailey’s cheeks, her tummy fluttering even more violently, and, worst of all, her pussy clenching down between her thighs. How could she? How could she feel… that way… about the strange, shameful, scary things Mr. LeGrand had said? How could good girl do that to her?

  She lay herself over the padded surface of the ottoman, feeling the way the edge of it pushed her bottom up and out and screwing her eyes tightly shut as if that could push back the feeling of exposure. At least her closed knees, with the panties at mid-thigh, meant that he couldn’t see very much.

  But though he had just called her a good girl, Mr. LeGrand said in the stern voice, “Not like that, Hailey. Pull yourself up and over. Put your feet on the floor, with your knees bent, and lean on your elbows.”

  Hailey turned her face over her left shoulder to look at him, feeling her brow crease deeply at the thought of what she would look like if she obeyed. To her dismay, she saw not only a terribly strict look on Mr. LeGrand’s face, but his hand raised up, and in the act of coming down. Instinctively Hailey tried to move away, but Mr. LeGrand had begun the motion before she had seen it, and she barely managed to move an inch before his huge hand cracked across her bare bottom with a sound like a gunshot.

  His other hand had come across her waist now, under the fabric of her t-shirt so that she felt the bigness of the palm, the strength of the fingers, on her bare flesh, as he held her in place so that he could keep spanking her.

  “You will do as I say, Hailey, when I say it,” he said in a voice whose calm contrasted terribly with the force of the open-handed blows he delivered to her poor bare bottom.

  “Please, Mr. LeGrand… please, stop! It hurts so much!”

  Her backside blazed like fire, and her little cheeks contracted and slackened to try to soothe the smart. Mr. LeGrand did pause, but it was only to haul her further over the ottoman, into the position he had specified, and then to keep spanking her as she wailed under his chastening hand.

  “Of course it hurts, Hailey. You wouldn’t learn better otherwise, would you? Push this bottom out, now. Show me you want to be a good girl.”

  She sobbed as she tried to comply, desperate for him to stop, if only for a few moments. She arched her back and bent her knees, wondering if she were doing what Mr. LeGrand wanted. The spanks that fell right in the center, on the sit-spot, suddenly came closer to her pussy, and that made her cry out in surprise and pain and… something else.

  “This doesn’t feel as nice as touching your little pussy, does it, Hailey Miller?” Mr. LeGrand asked sternly. “This is what happens to a girl who gives into temptation, and pulls her panties down for a little fun when she sees something naughty. If a real man catches her, she learns what her pussy and her bottom are for.”

  Chapter Five

  The alien in Pierre LeGrand’s brain sent to its colleague, The young female requires only a very small degree of influence, it seems. My host detects that she has become highly aroused by the spanking, and he will fuck her with her full consent though she would rather he not know the extent of her arousal.

  Interesting, the other Zedaar sent back. My host’s mate seems to have a similar need to dissemble her actual feelings about being punished by a man.

  The first continued, I intend to influence the girl enough, however, that she becomes subservient to her desire for fucking by my host.

  That seems wise, answered the second. I will do the same with the older female. That will render them more serviceable both to the males and to us.

  In turn, sent Pierre LeGrand’s Zedaar, the males will enjoy mastering their females through that need for the penis inside them.

  Yes, the other returned. That will ensure the humans do as we wish all the more readily.

  * * *

  Nick moved the hand on Janice’s shoulder down two inches, so that he could take hold of her upper arm. Still seated, unmoving but trembling, in the high-backed wooden chair where she been eating her casserole and arranging her online pictures, she gave a little cry at the movement and the pressure, though Nick didn’t squeeze hard but only adjusted his grip to make sure he could get her out of the chair.

  It seemed he would have to stand her up and put her over his knee by force, this time. Nick hoped that when Janice got used to the idea that she would from now on be a spanked wife she would assume the position more obediently when her husband decided the time for discipline had arrived. Tonight, though, he didn’t mind making it clear to her with his superior strength that her bare bottom would henceforth be the place she received the lessons she needed so badly. Janice would learn to be the good wife she had never managed to be before, upended over her husband’s lap as often as necessary to ensure she stayed responsive and attentive to her domestic duties, her little bottom made an agony to her with Nick’s firm hand or his stout belt.

  If necessary, Nick thought as he began to pull her easily up from the chair, he could make for his wife a wooden paddle, and as a lesson in obedience in itself have her personalize one side of the blade with pretty painted flowers and with her name, making it a special implement for tanning her backside when she had been naughty. Or maybe when she says she doesn’t want to take my cock in her mouth.

  The last thought took Nick a little by surprise, but he refused to shy away from it. He hadn’t asked Janice to suck his penis since their honeymoon, so thoroughly had she put him off with her look of disgust. That would change tonight, he thought, his lips curling into a smile as he felt her struggle a bit against his hand, but nowhere near as urgently as he had expected. Janice’s face wore a slightly dazed expression, as if her own thoughts flowed along surprising channels in her mind—as if she understood that the time had come for her to begin at last her training as the submissive wife Nick meant to have from henceforth.

  A proper wife didn’t refuse the cock when her husband, on his masterful whim, put it to her lips, let alone look at him as if he needed psychiatric help when he asked politely if she would suck his penis, offering—the way Nick had known a good husband always should—to return the favor with his own mouth on her sweet pussy. That part of their marriage had ended now, though: he would indeed taste her, after he made her shave for him, but it wouldn’t b
e after asking politely—and she would give him head the way a dutiful bride learned to do on her wedding night, though Nick had, he understood now, neglected from the start his own duty to teach her the ways of a man’s pleasure.

  If Janice didn’t think she wanted to kneel and receive the hard penis between her lips, well, the paddle would lie ready in her nightstand drawer, Nick decided now. He would tan Janice’s hide until she did as she knew she must.

  In her blue eyes, now, he thought he saw some reflection of that growing knowledge: his light manhandling of her up out of the chair, and his turning her so that with his other hand he could pull it out from the table into a position suited to taking her over his knee, widened her eyes and made her shiver, but her struggle against his grip seemed almost half-hearted. Instinct told Nick that Janice understood she would now finally receive a husband’s merited justice, and then serve his pleasure the way he had every right to expect she should.

  Her eyes had brightened with unfallen tears, and a pang of sympathy went through his heart—not of guilt or of regret in any way, but the compassion that came from loving his sweet, pretty wife for so long.

  “It’ll be alright, Janice,” he said softly. “This is what you need. You’ll learn. Take your spanking like a good girl, and it will be over before you know it. If you behave yourself over my knee, you’ll earn a special reward.” Nick couldn’t resist adding that last part, or giving her a wink as he said it. He could see deep in his wife’s eyes that a sort of naughty spark had arisen there, alongside her alarm: he felt sure that though she would never admit it to him, she had grown damp in her panties at the idea of his teaching her to obey him in every way.

  Janice’s eyes went even wider. “What kind of reward?” she whispered.