Under Alien Influence

by Emily Tilton

  Nick Strauss’ Zedaar buzzed in sympathetic enjoyment of the conversation its colleague was listening to. Its focus on the relayed information concerning Pierre LeGrand, Tim Foster, and their thoughts as to the topic of Mary Glass’ discipline and fucking nearly prevented it from noticing the faint impression that came from the direction of the Strauss’ bedroom as Nick Strauss pulled his truck into the driveway.

  Wait, it sent to the alien in Pierre LeGrand’s brain. I believe I can sense that Janice Strauss and Hailey Miller are stimulating their clitorises. Shall I have Nick Strauss discover this misconduct?

  By all means, replied his colleague. I recommend you have Nick Strauss text-message Pierre LeGrand concerning the females’ sexual infraction. I think the results will prove highly amusing, especially with the new involvement of Tim Foster and Mary Glass.

  * * *

  Nick had no idea why he felt he would find Janice up to something, but as he turned off the engine of his truck he decided he would enter the house stealthily, just to see what his wife and her new young friend Hailey might be doing. The ongoing discussions with Pierre, and the decision to see if Tim wanted to get in on the fun with Mary, seemed to have made Nick think every other second about the possibilities for discipline and sex, now that he had taken Janice in hand. He thought it perfectly natural in that context that he should suspect the girls might be doing something they shouldn’t.

  He could hear the moment he eased the front door open how very right he had been. Janice’s and Hailey’s cries of passion were audible all the way down the hall, and Nick put away his worry that his wife had heard the truck pull in: from the sounds of female lewdness that wafted to his ears he felt sure Janice and Hailey were paying attention only to one another right now.

  Nick searched his feelings as he walked down the hall, not bothering to hide his footsteps, since he knew he would get to the bedroom door before they could cover up their misbehavior. His cock had instantly gotten a good deal harder than the semi-erection in which he had found himself all the way home as he thought of the evening to come. He looked in his mind and heart for an indication that he felt actual anger at the idea of Janice playing with her pussy, or with another girl’s, and saw none.

  He would punish her, and he would help Pierre out by punishing Hailey as well—or at least getting the teenager’s punishment started, so that Pierre could take over when he arrived. But the discipline would come from wanting to make it clear to both women that the pleasure between their legs belonged to the men who had taken them in hand. He would expect Janice to respect his rights over her cunt and her anus, and he knew Pierre would want it made clear to Hailey that she must respect her man the same way.

  Nick felt sure as well that the girls must not even have begun the preparations he and Pierre had instructed them to make for their anal fucking this evening. He meant to make sure that got started in earnest, as part of their lesson, before Pierre arrived with Tim and Mary.

  When he got close to the door, his hiking boots on the hardwood floor clearly made enough noise that Janice and Hailey could hear them despite the spell of illicit passion. The cries of pleasure and need ceased abruptly, and silence fell for an instant. Nick knew if he waited to push the door open he would hear scrambling on the other side, as the girls tried to conceal their naughty conduct.

  He didn’t wait: he stepped inside the room to find Janice and Hailey naked on the bed, sitting up against the headboard with their legs spread and their hands on their still-furry pussies. Both girls looked up at Nick with wide, frightened eyes. It was the most erotic sight Nick had ever seen, and part of him wanted simply to drop his trousers and command Hailey to watch while Janice had a fucking.

  Instead, knowing somehow that to make the scene work for everyone’s benefit and pleasure these young women needed to learn a lesson about their bodies, he stood for a long moment letting his eyes take in the naughtiness. The expressions on Janice’s and Hailey’s faces of shame and alarm told him that his searching eyes provided the best introduction to the discipline he was about to bestow, and Nick knew that starting out slowly like that would both make whole lascivious experience last longer and give Pierre and Tim more time to get there with Mary.

  The sweetest part of the prospect had to be the way Janice’s and Hailey’s legs had intertwined just a bit, Janice’s left calf resting over Hailey’s right one. The naughty girls clearly hadn’t wanted to have sex with one another—yet, perhaps… for Nick’s mind filled with visions for the future of commands he and Pierre and Tim might issue for forbidden pleasures enjoyed while masters watched. But in their passionate masturbation and their illicit viewing of one another’s sweet wet pussies, full of the need for cock each girl had just felt for the first time over the previous twenty-four hours, this little gesture of sympathy, of solidarity, and of sheer hotness had occurred. Now the naughty, open-thighed young women on Nick’s bed had their legs adorably in contact with one another as their hands, frozen in place now, stimulated their own needy clits.

  “Nick…” Janice said in a voice that seemed to hold fear and need, and even helpless love. Her blue eyes looked up into his with a plea to which his wife couldn’t even give words—one which Nick thought certainly didn’t involve asking that he not give her the lesson she had earned with this infraction. “Please…”

  “Those pussies look like they have a good deal more hair on them than they should.” He looked at Hailey, whose cheeks had gone bright red and whose lips had parted as if she might say something, but couldn’t find the breath to speak. “Hailey, sweetheart, Pierre told me he’d made it clear to you that he wanted you smooth for him this evening when you girls get your asses fucked.”

  Janice drew in a sharp breath, then emitted a little cry. Hailey only gasped, and Nick felt his cock give a little leap in his pants as he watched her hand, between her legs, give her pussy a convulsive rub as if the hotness of the scene and of Nick’s words couldn’t be resisted.

  “You girls are both going to be whipped, now, I’m afraid.”

  “Please, no. Nick. Please, only… only your hand?” Janice begged.

  “Please, Mr. Strauss,” Hailey said. “It was my fault. I… I asked Mrs. Strauss to… to show me.”

  “To show you what, Hailey?” Nick asked sternly.

  “Oh, Nick,” Janice said. “I just… I couldn’t help it.”

  Nick looked over at his wife, and then back at Hailey, suspecting suddenly what must have happened, and getting even more aroused at the thought.

  “To show you what, sweetheart?” he repeated.

  Hailey’s eyes darted over to Janice, whose glum expression told her that the older woman accepted that her teenaged friend had no choice but to get her into deeper trouble. Hailey looked up at Nick.

  “Mrs. Strauss said… said she’d been playing with herself all day… because…” Now hope appeared in the appealing girl’s eyes, as if she thought the next thing she would say might make it a little better for Janice. “Because she needed your… your… penis so bad. The way I, you know, need Pierre’s now.”

  Nick’s heart glowed, and he had to confess that the sweetness of this confession on Hailey’s own and Janice’s behalf made him less inclined to be severe with the girls.

  “I’m glad you understand that, sweetheart,” Nick said. “But I’m sure you also understand that what you did was naughty. I know Pierre punished you yesterday for playing with yourself, and I’m going to leave it to him, when he gets here, to figure out whether he needs to give you the belt. Mrs. Strauss has to have it though. She’s a wife, and she disobeyed her husband. I told her she wasn’t allowed to touch her pussy, and she did it anyway. In this house, that means a whipping.”

  Janice made a pitiful little cry, and finally moved from the open-legged position in which Nick had found her, getting up onto her knees on the bed and putting her hands in front in a prayerful position.

  “Please, sir,” she said. “I’m so scared of your belt.”

>   Nick glanced over at Hailey, who had also closed her thighs, and whose lips remained parted. The spectacle of Janice begging not to be whipped clearly had a very strong effect on the teenager: her brow had furrowed and her nostrils flared with her quick breathing.

  “I know, sweetheart. And you should be. You earned this lesson, and you’re going to get it. You won’t sit comfortably for a few days, and you’ll have something to look at in the mirror to remind you to obey me. Having Hailey and Mary Glass watch…”

  “What?” Janice said. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll find out what I mean soon enough, Janice. Before any of that, though, I’m going to make sure you girls get yourselves smooth between your legs and your ass-cheeks. Get off the bed and get yourselves into the bathroom right now. You’re going to shave each other.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The Zedaar in Pierre LeGrand’s neural network sent to its colleague in Nick Strauss’, We have Mary Glass in the car with us. I was able to influence her at her place of business, when Pierre LeGrand hugged her. She needs the penis as much as the others, and will respond well to watching Janice Strauss and Hailey Miller being punished.

  Very amusing, returned the alien in Nick Strauss’ brain. In the meanwhile, I think I shall raise Janice Strauss’ need for fucking by a small degree. As the hostess in the house where the humans will form their club, she should display as great a degree of enthusiasm as possible for mastering by her husband’s discipline and dominant pleasure.

  The Zedaar in Pierre hesitated for a nanosecond, as if considering. Then it sent, Is there not a risk that Janice Strauss will become possessive, once you have influenced her in that way, and made her needier of Nick Strauss’ penis?

  If she does, sent its colleague, it will simply be amusing, do you not think? All the females may at one time or another become possessive about the penises of their males, I expect. The males—even those not under our direct control—will know what to do, if I am reading Nick Strauss’ inclinations correctly.

  Ah, yes. Amusing, sent Pierre’s Zedaar. I can see the same ideas in the neural network of Pierre LeGrand.

  I believe you will observe the effects of Janice Strauss’ need when you arrive. I have already increased it slightly, and the result is very noticeable in her thoughts and feelings.

  * * *

  Janice’s face felt hotter, she was sure, than it had ever felt before in her life. The fact that her blushes had set new personal records five or six times over the previous twenty-four hours didn’t get in the way of finding this newest humiliation visited on her by Nick well beyond anything Janice thought she could ever imagine.

  To have Hailey watch her being punished… being whipped with her husband’s belt… that probably would have sent the blood to her cheeks in remarkable quantity already. But this brand new idea that another girl—that trashy Mary Glass from the wrong side of the tracks who had somehow gotten a job at town hall—would watch that… what was happening? What had Nick and Pierre cooked up? What would it involve and what might it not involve, when it seemed her husband had no problem with Hailey Miller shaving his wife’s pussy to prepare her for anal sex. Did it mean that Mary Glass would know that Nick had decided Janice Strauss, from the right side of the tracks and popular girl at Fotherville High School a decade since, needed regular bare-bottom punishment and had to have his penis in her bottom-hole whenever he chose?

  And the worst part was, Janice reflected as with burning red cheeks she led Hailey into the master bathroom, both of them naked and Hailey blushing almost as deeply as Janice, that she felt such a shameful need for it—for all of it. She could never, ever show Mary Glass how thoroughly and embarrassingly she responded to Nick’s commands, to his dominance—to his cock, she confessed with another flare of facial heat that made her bite her lip and look in the mirror.

  There she saw two lovely naked young women—one of them just a teenager, disciplined and fucked for the first time just the day before by the handsome, sandy-haired Pierre LeGrand, the other a young wife just learning that her body truly belonged to the wonderful man she had married and then disrespected so thoroughly, for so long.

  She met the eyes of the lovely brown-haired girl in the silvered glass, and Hailey’s own eyes went wide, her lips parting. A long moment passed. Thoughts raced through Janice’s mind, about what Nick might intend, Pierre might intend, Mary Glass and Hailey Miller might intend.

  Hailey said, “What?”

  Part of Janice wanted to treat the girl tenderly, but suddenly she clenched, down there, and a different, more troubling impulse took hold.

  “Don’t try to seduce my husband, Hailey,” Janice said, trying to show with her eyes how very serious she was. She didn’t think Hailey had meant anything of the kind, really, but for some reason Janice felt she had to say it. She needed Nick’s cock so badly that the thought it might go into another girl’s pussy—another girl’s anus—burned in her mind.

  “What?” Hailey asked. “I… I wouldn’t. Pierre… you wouldn’t have… you know, sex… with Pierre, would you?”

  Janice saw in the other girl’s eyes now exactly the same need she had felt in her own heart. Hailey needed Pierre’s penis just as Janice needed Nick’s.

  “What about Mary Glass?” Janice asked then. She tried to keep the disdain she had always felt for Mary, since their days as high school classmates, out of her voice, so that she could get a clear idea of how Hailey felt. Janice needed an ally, didn’t she? If both she and Hailey showed that they belonged to their men’s cocks, and would do anything to please them, maybe Mary wouldn’t try to steal Nick or Pierre.

  Hailey shook her head. “I don’t know her.”

  “Well, she’s bad news,” Janice said matter-of-factly. “I don’t want her… well, if you help me, I’ll help you.”

  She saw confusion in Haley’s eyes now, but the naked teenager nodded. “Okay, Mrs. Strauss,” she said, her brow creasing a little.

  “Call me Janice, please,” the young wife said with a smile. She reached out a hand to Hailey, but then Nick’s voice came from the bedroom.

  “I don’t hear the shower running, girls. Don’t make me come in there with my belt.”

  Janice hurriedly turned to the shower stall and opened the door, then stepped in to turn on the tap. From behind her, Hailey said, “I’ve never done this before.”

  Janice turned to her, feeling affection rise in her chest for the girl’s innocence, so like her own despite the years of marriage that should have given her so much more experience than they had. “Me either,” she confessed softly, and led her young friend into the big shower stall.

  They washed each other: it felt strange to touch another girl that way, but the very naughtiness of it seemed to make Janice want to do it more: to kneel down behind Hailey and wash her little teenaged bottom with the soapy cloth and peep between to see the pout of her still furry pussy.

  She turned Hailey around after that, and with the hot water only adding to the heat in her cheeks, Janice started to shave the wet vulva that confronted her. The shameful thought of kissing the wrinkly folds that Janice knew hid Hailey’s clit came to her mind, and made her feel faint. Would Nick whip her for kissing another girl’s vagina? Would he make her do it again, so he could see?

  Only a few moments before, Janice thought as she finished shaving Hailey, having the brown-haired girl bend down so that the pink safety razor could go in between the soapy little bottom-cheeks, Janice had worried that Hailey might try to have Nick put his cock in the younger girl’s pussy—the one his wife had just made so smooth. Now she wanted to kiss it, while her husband fucked her from behind, or even whipped her own more mature backside, to teach Janice a lesson about his rights and his desires.

  “Your turn, Janice,” Hailey whispered, and Janice had to stand up while Hailey knelt. The young wife gave little whimpers at the sight of the pretty teenager’s face so very close to her blonde-thatched pussy. She wanted to tell Hailey to kiss it
—wanted Nick to come in and order the girl to do so, while he watched. When your man commanded you to do it, you had to, or you would have to lie on the bed and get a whipping.

  The yellow hair, lathered with the soapy washcloth, fell away to the wet floor of the shower stall. Hailey used her gentle hands to turn Janice around and bend her over, so that her bottom crack could be made smooth, and Nick would have a hairless little anus to fuck. Janice bent, loving the feeling of the hot water on her back and Hailey’s fingers on her bottom, as naughty and shameful as it all seemed.

  Then Janice heard another woman’s voice say, “What are they doing?” and she realized that she recognized the voice: it was Mary Glass. Janice turned with a cry to look over her shoulder through the steamy transparent sides of the shower stall to see that the blonde woman had come into the bathroom, clothed for her office job in skirt and blouse, and that three men stood behind her, as if they had told Mary she must enter and look at what Janice and Hailey had gotten up to in the shower.

  “They’re shaving each other, Mary,” said one of the men. Janice recognized him as Pierre LeGrand, the handsome red-haired businessman who ran the mining company: Hailey’s man. “Tim, do you think Mary should take off her clothes? You’d like her pussy shaved too, wouldn’t you?”