Incest/Taboo Alien Mind Control from Planet P

Tom casually started to fondle Pam's breasts. Having done it on several different occasions, it was becoming all too routine, much to Pam's horror. Tom smiled as he lightly ran his fingers over her areolas and she shivered. "Now about your request, Pamela. Unfortunately, We can't denature you, not just yet."

Pam swiveled in his lap, pointing her nipples at him accusingly as her breasts unintentionally pressed against his chest. "You promised! You said this was the last time!"

"Yes, I did say that, and if the decision was up to me, I would," said Tom, grinning broadly as he gave her breasts firm caresses. He almost couldn't believe that a sexy blonde woman in her 20's with a boyfriend of her own was sitting on his lap and obediently let him fondle her breasts. Tom especially loved the look of shock and outrage in Pam's eyes as he did whatever he liked with her titties. As far as Tom Faraday was concerned, We were simply a gift that kept on giving.

As Tom continued to fondle Pam's breasts, he reflected that Pam's boyfriend, whoever he was, must be a lucky man. Well, soon he was going to be decidedly less lucky, if Tom had anything to say about it. "I'd like to denature you, Pam, but it's not up to me, is it? It's up to Us. We are happy with the progress you've made thus far. But We want more."

"What more could you possibly want?" Pam asked, close to tears.

"Oooh, a lot more, Pammy darling."

Tom moved his fingers between her legs. Getting access to her clit wasn't very difficult, given how widely Pam had spread her legs. It was as if she had invited him in. Tom grinned as he found her clit and started to rub it with an expert feather touch. Pam sat there obediently and let him do it, as the Voice instructed. Somehow she even found herself turning to the side so she could wrap her arms around him as the Voice whispered in her head. "Tom," she whispered in his ear. "Oh, oh, Tom!" Her body rocked back and forth and the chair creaked as Tom touched her most sensitive part. She found herself planting soft kisses on his cheek and whispering his name as he masturbated her. Pam realized that she was not only letting herself be used, she was actively participating.

"I think you know what we want next," Tom said quietly, as he stimulated her persistently.

"Frank... Frank Edelman," Pam said sadly. She saw Tom nod microscopically. Pam stared at him accusingly even as he rubbed her clit. "It was always about Frank, wasn't it? You just used me to also Infect as many people as possible. You were never going to help me until I got you Frank."

Tom didn't answer, but just continued to rub her clit. Pam gasped as she was overstimulated.

"I can't," said Pam, her fine Swedish features starting to show evidence of perspiration. "I just can't!"

"How's your sex life been with... Gavin?" Tom asked, as he rubbed her clit ever so slowly.

"Terrible!" said Pam, her heart racing as she felt the effects of Tom's expert fingers. "He keeps demanding sex, and I can't explain why I keep refusing him!" She felt the fire growing between her legs reaching unbearable heights.

"How long do you think you can keep this up?" Tom asked, smiling at her as he traced the length of her clit, pausing at the most sensitive tip, which was peeking out of her clitoral hood.

"Not much longer," said Pam, biting back a moan.

"And what will happen then?" A finger traced the tip of her clit, causing Pam to jump slightly. She needed sex so badly at this very moment! Her arms were still wrapped around him, her face next to his as he masturbated her. She needed release, and she needed it NOW, even if Tom was the one to-

"Well, Pammy?" Tom asked again, seeing how distracted she was. "What will happen after your precious boyfriend loses his patience?"

"Gavin... Gavin will unwittingly make me Infect him," Pam said, biting her lip. She felt so humiliated talking about her boyfriend while Tom was touching her most intimate part. It was almost making a mockery of her relationship with him.

"Um hm," said Tom, starting to rub her clit a little faster now.

Pam gasped.

"You see the way my hand is moving, Kate? And the effect I'm having on her? This is how you control a woman. Remember that."

Kate chuckled while Pam reddened.

"You enjoy serving Us, don't you, Pam?" Tom asked, staring intently at her, as his hand continued to expertly befuddle her.

Pam, twisted up in need, nodded curtly, biting her lip even more.

"That's a good girl," said Tom. "A very good girl," he murmured. "Do you like it when I rub your clit like this?" Tom asked her, making direct eye contact with her.

Pam nodded, biting her lip.

"Say it."

"I... I like the way you rub my clit... Tom." She hated to say it, but it was true. If at that moment he would have fucked her she would have given him anything he needed, and more.

"What a good girl," said Tom. He continued to rub her clit with one hand, but with the other started to caress her hair. Somehow touching her hair made the whole situation feel even more intimate. Pam shivered as Tom stimulated her mind and her body and her sex.

"We want Frank Edelman," Tom whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and powerful.

Pam tried to think straight, which was hard, given how much Tom was distracting her. "If... if I do this, you're really not going to Infect the First Lady or the President?"

"We have no interest in that, I told you before," said Tom, working her clit like an expert. He seemed to know when to speed up and when to slow down, constantly keeping her on the painful edge of her long deferred orgasm.

Pam fought back a moan as her clit felt like it was going to explode. "You promise?"

"We promise," said Tom, emphasizing his point by caresssing her just a little more intently, just a little.

Pam felt sexual agony surging between her legs and into her thighs. She had to concentrate! "And you'll denature me immediately afterwards? If I do it tomorrow, you'll do me tomorrow as well?"

Tom smiled. "I think we have a deal." His hand speeded up, but now all thoughts of deals were driven from Pam's mind as she grabbed Tom's arms tightly for support. "Toooom!" She cried. "I need to come!"

"You want to come?" Tom asked.

"Yes!"

"Would you like me to make you come?"

"Yes!" Pam cried. "Tom, please make me come!"

Tom knew exactly what to do. His fingers moved rapidly.

Pam gasped, her back suddenly stiffened, as she cried out loudly.. "Oh, oh OOOOOOH!"

She was an amazing sight. As the sexy blonde climaxed, her chest flushed red, her breasts heaved back and forth, her face, coated with a delicious sheen of perspiration, was a mask of extreme self-absorption, and her body rocked back and forth as a massive orgasm exploded between her legs. After her loudest cry she collapsed into Tom's arms and lay still for a long moment. She slowly became aware again to the sounds of clapping.

Kate.

She had just climaxed in front of another woman. Suddenly Pam became very self aware of her nudity.

"What a performance," said Kate. "You were so sexy."

Pam stiffened in Tom's arms. "Are you going to thank me?" He asked, with a lopsided grin.

"Thank you," Pam mumbled, feeling embarrassed by the wetness between her legs. She looked him in the eyes for a quick moment, and felt another tingle in her cunt. She abruptly stood up, her back to Kate as she reached down for her clothes.

"Nice ass too," said Kate.

"Pam, Kate just paid you a compliment," said Tom. "What do you have to say?"

"Thank... thank you," Pam mumbled.

"You're not even facing her," said Tom.

Pam turned to face Kate, her nudity on full display. She was aware that her sweaty body had that "freshly fucked look". She swallowed heavily. All she wanted to do was to get out of there. What would satisfy Tom now? "Kate... thank you," Pam mumbled. She glanced at Tom who nodded fractionally. Then she reached for her clothes and got dressed as rapidly as she could.

"I so enjoy these negotiating sessions," said Tom, watching her well rounded ass stick out as she bent down to put on her panties. "When can you make Frank part of Us?"

Pam struggled to gather her thoughts. Her mind was still foggy from all that sexual stimulation. "Uh... tomorrow morning, I think," she said.

"Meet me at this address at 2 PM," said Tom, sending an address to her datapad with his own. "And don't try to deceive Us. We will know if you do."

Pam nodded. She had worked so hard to keep the government safe from outside penetration, and now-

Penetration. She reddened, even thinking about the word.

Pam had certainly penetrated the government at the highest levels, even as she herself has been.

Smack!

All these thoughts went out the window as Tom smacked her playfully on the ass. "Off you go then," he grinned.

Pam struggled to put her shoes on as rapidly as possible. She fumbled for a shoe, dropped it and reached down to pick it up again.

"You have a very sexy body, Pam," said Kate, as Pam bent over again.

"Thanks," Pam mumbled, as she reached for bra.

"Did you enjoy our little kiss?" Kate asked.

Yes, very much. YourE sexy too.

"Yes, very much," said Pam, swallowing heavily. She felt all sweaty and sore. "You.... " She swallowed heavily. "You are sexy too." There, she had said it.

"We'll definitely have to get to know each other better," said Kate, giving that predatory smile which sent chills down Pam's spine.

Pam grabbed her jacket and practically ran for the door, even as she was limping on one shoe that wasn't entirely on properly. The last thing she heard was Tom's voice, saying, "Come here, Kate. I'll show you just what made little Pammie so hot for me-"

That evening, Gavin was being difficult again. He wanted sex, and this time, wouldn't take no for an answer. Pam offered to suck him off again, but he refused.

"What's going on, Pam?" said Gavin. "You haven't had sex with me in a week!"

"I..." Pam didn't know what to say. "I just have been under tremendous stress as work lately. I have a lot going on. But I have a final report due tomorrow. Once that's done, everything will be different," said Pam.

"Really?" Gavin asked, looking a little doubtful.

"Really," said Pam, reaching in to give him a kiss. "Just wait one more day. One more day and I'll jump your bones like there's no tomorrow. I promise."

The next day Pam contacted Frank, and told him she had to see him immediately, that it was really important. With any other Secret Service Agent such a gambit wouldn't have worked. But Frank wanted her. She had broken up with him, and he had never gotten over her. He would do nearly anything for her. And the bounds of 'nearly' were about to be mightily stretched.

They met in the East Wing of the White House, after Pam passed through security. Frank hugged her by way of greeting, and took her to a small private room in the East Wing where they could talk. He was just as handsome as she remembered, which made it all the worse.

"It's good to see you, Pam," said Frank. "But you said this is an emergency. What is this all about? Is something going on at the NSA?"

"Kind of," said Pam, thinking of all the people she had Infected. She had already begun to see further changes in the staff, as the three she had Infected had Infected three more, and they in turn had Infected others. Within a week or so, the entire NSA would probably be Us.

Touch his hands.

"So, what is it, Pam?" said Frank, seeing how hesitant she looked.

Touch his hands, or we will take your mate!

Pam abruptly reached out, grabbing Frank's hands, and started to rub them. Frank looked puzzled for a moment, but then the pheromones started to have their effect. Frank suddenly felt sexually aroused. He watched in a daze as Pam removed his jacket and tossed her own aside.

"What's... happening Pam?"

"I want you," said Pam. She realized that what she was doing to hear dear, dear friend was an awful, terrible betrayal. But We filled her with tremendous arousal. Her pleasurable encounters with Tom Faraday had opened a new window for Us to increase Our control over her. She associated Tom with sexual pleasure and now, by association, associated the idea of making someone part of Us with sexual pleasure as well.

She pushed him down to the ground in a very dominant way and aggressively started working on his pants, ignoring his shirt. For what they were about to do, it didn't matter if his top half was clothed or not.

"You want to do it here?" said Frank.

"Yes," said Pam, almost growling as she worked one pants leg off.

"Why don't we go somewhere-"

She silenced his objection with a kiss. She knew Frank was in love with her, but feared that without the influence of the pheromone that he might not be quite as cooperative. No, she needed to take him here and now. Pam reached down and removed his underwear. As she saw his penis she felt a tingling in her vagina. She swiftly removed her own clothing. She grinned as she saw Frank's eyes widen when her breasts came free of their restraint. She loved the mix of lust and surprise on his face as she hiked up her skirt. She had come prepared; she hadn't worn panties that morning. Removing her skirt was not necessary for what she was about to do. It was not going to be a tender lovemaking; it was going to be a quick and hasty Infection.

Frank was lying on his back on an elegant oriental rug on the floor of the Blue Room. Pam leaned forward, pressing her genitals against his, and prepared to do what she had come there to do.

But as she looked at Frank, just lying there, with his pants down and his penis sticking up on a fancy Oriental carpet on the floor in the Blue Room of the White House, her sense of duty came back to haunt her.

She couldn't do this.

In her heart of heart she knew that Tom was lying to her. That Frank would be used to Infect the First Lady, who would in turn Infect the President. Pam couldn't let herself be used as an instrumentality of that. She just couldn't.

Infect!

No!

Infect!

And then, she felt it. A tremendous arousal between her legs. It was such a heightened state of arousal that it was painful. Her clit throbbed mightily, so much so that Pam thought her clitoris would burst at any moment and fly across the room without her. It throbbed tremendously with pain. And pleasure. It was hard to separate one from the other. It was hard just to be able to think clearly.

And then her vagina throbbed with urgent need. The need to be filled. And there, just in front of her, was the only object remotely of the right size and shape able to satisfy her.

Frank looked up at her, seeing her pause, unaware of the struggle within her. All he knew was that he was lying on the floor with his bottom half undressed in an official meeting room in the White House with his penis pointing straight to the ceiling. He was lost in need, and desperately wanted it to end.

As Pam looked at Frank's face, at his tender expression, the Voice tried another tact.

Feed on him.

And then she felt an added pressure.

The hungering.

Her mind felt a gaping emptiness, an emptiness which demanded to be filled.

Remember when you sucked ON the minds of those you Infected?

Yes.

Remember how good it felt?

Yes. Pam remembered sucking Stanley's love for his wife. It tasted so sweet and rich. So did Robert's love for his girlfriend. But perhaps sweetest of all was Kevin's passion for golf (even more than his large breasted wife!). She hadn't realized it, but all that mental energy which had flowed into her had become an addiction. She needed more of it.

The hunger was overpowering now, even more strongly than her sexual urges. She saw Frank lying there, so innocent. So full of mental energy, so full of emotional lust for her. His penis pointed up the ceiling, eager for the taking.

Pam's brain short circuited from all the desire and stress put on it. Gone was her feeling of tremendous duty and responsibility to the federal government; gone was her implacable determination to protect the President and First Lady. All that existed right now in front of her was Frank's penis, and her burning need. Pam moved almost robotically and mounted Frank.

Pam wasn't thinking of the safety of the First Lady as she lifted up his penis in her hand.

She wasn't thinking about the safety of the President as she angled it to the entrance to her vagina.

And she certainly wasn't thinking of the security of the nation as, with trembling hands, she brought the head of his penis to within an inch of the narrow slick entrance between her vaginal lips.

She was only thinking of putting out the flames in her mind and between her legs.

Pam, her entire body shaking from the effects of massive arousal, slowly and carefully lowered herself down onto Frank's penis. She held back a yell as she felt his swollen organ expand her inner walls and open herself up fully to him.

It was done.

There was nothing left to lose by not continuing. Nothing, except perhaps her sanity.

Pam started to ride him up and down, desperate with need, desperately trying to shed the artificial desire which drove her unmercifully. Each upward motion, each downward thrust pushed Serum into the slit at the head of Frank's penis. But Pam didn't care; she was too lost in need.

For the rest of her life Pam would always remember this incredible time, when she was riding up and down on a Secret Service agent's penis on the floor of the Blue Room of the White House. The room was so formal, so elegant, and yet what she was doing was so coarse and so inappropriate. What she was doing was a defilement, both symbolically and literally. As Pam continued to work on Frank's penis, some of the Serum leaked out of her vagina and dripped on the fancy Oriental rug, which turned orange, permanently.

Frank, of course, was in sexual heaven, out of his mind with the pheromone. He moaned and gasped even as he felt the faint beginnings of the burning sensation.

But Pam didn't care about that; right now, all she could think about was her own needs. She felt sexual pleasure coursing through her body as she rode wildly on his shaft. The illicit nature of their sex act made the entire experience all the more alluring. The fact that someone, literally anyone, could walk in on them at any time only added spice to their forbidden lovemaking. While Pam was riding him, she also took the opportunity to drain some of Frank's lust, which was sweet and ripe; and then, as she drained his mental energy, she also tapped into his love for his girlfriend, some skirt named Sabrina, who undoubtedly would be part of Us before the week was out. As Pam drained some of Frank's lust for the girl she groaned loudly; it tasted so wonderful, as good as the actual sex they were having.

And then they both had riproaring orgasms, only moments apart. Frank cried out as he shot into her, feeling very proud and manly as he deposited his sperm inside of Pam, totally unaware that he was the one who had just been marked and conquered.

Afterwards, they lay together on the rug during the quiet period, as the Infection slowly made its way to Frank's brain. Frank had felt something of the pain migrating up his chest, but so intense was their lovemaking that he had barely noticed it.

Suddenly Frank's comm went off. "22? 22, report!"

"That's me," said Frank slowly. He was a little dazed, and confused, as was normal, after being Infected.

Pamela picked up his comm, and held it to his face. "Tell them everything is all right," she hissed, and pressed the transmit button.

"Everything is all right...." said Frank dreamily.

"22? Is that you?"

Pam mouthed Yes.

"Yes," said Frank.

"Mrs. Stone wants to see you at 3 o'clock about the dinner arrangements."

Pam mouthed words for him to say.

"All right," said Frank.

Pam clicked the comm off.

"How did I do?" Frank asked.

"Wonderfully," she said, giving him a sympathetic kiss. But just as she kissed him, he started to moan as pain surged in his head. She stifled his yells by pressing her lips ever more firmly against his, holding them there until he was quiet.

"Contact has been made," he said, as soon as she withdrew her lips from his.

"Good," she said, getting up and retrieving her skirt and panties. "You should get dressed." She did, as rapidly as possible. However much part of her had enjoyed it, this was an experience she wanted to put out of her mind as rapidly as possible. Pam winced as she smoothed out her skirt over her sore vagina.​