Captivated
Synopsis: Can humans be freed of alien control?
“Professor?” came the voice on the other end of the communicator
“Hmm, what?” Mitchell spluttered as she was woken up
“Professor? It’s Higgins”
“Higgins? What is it?”
“We’ve got one”
“Got one?”
“Yes, she’s being processed now”
“I’ll come right away” Helen Mitchell spluttered
Mitchell had been hoping for months. She got out of her bunk and dressed quickly, excited by the capture
She walked almost at a trot down to Laboratory Pod
And there she was… disheveled, looking frightened… maybe only seventeen years of age… not much more.
“Let me out” the gril cried as she paced the room
“Have you put up the dampening field?” Mitchell asked as she entered the control room
“The signal’s been blocked” Sam Higgins said, “Nothing’s going to get out”
“Good… good” Mitchell smiled
“Shall we go take a look at her?” Higgins asked
“No” Mitchell said. “You will stay here.. monitor that no other signals emerge”
“But…!”
“Just do it”
“Yes, Professor”
The girl stopped screaming when Mitchell entered the large room
In the middle, there was what appeared to be a perspex box which held the young captive
She scratched at her wrist band nervously
“It won’t work” Mitchell said
“What/s that?”
“Your control implant” Mitchell said “We’ve blocked the signal”
“Nooooo” the girl cried, “Let me out”
“You’re not yourself” Mitchell said “You’re under their control”
“Please… let me go”
“Your homing signal is gone… they can’t find you”
“Please….”
“We’ll try and break your conditioning” Mitchell said, “We want to save you”
“Noooooooo” the girl cried and she suddenly charged at the wall head first… knocking herself out
She woke the next day. Mitchell was there, but in a change of clothes
“What?” she gasped as she felt restricted in her movements
“You’re still with us” Mitchell said “Although you did give us quite a shock… what were you trying to do?”
The girl realised she was restrained. She couldn’t make another attempt like that at self-harm. Her wrist was handcuffed to a small bunk bed
“Please let me go”
“What your name?”
Suddenly she grew calm “Lucinda”
“Lucinda?”
She nodded
“Such a pretty name” Mitchell said “I’m Professor Helen G. Mitchell, the head of this research facility”
“Where am I?”
“You’re in a resistance area” Mitchell said
“I’m frightened”
“No one will harm you”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“I’m sorry….?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Lucinda smiled, and pulled up her top revealing her perky breasts “You can… if you want”
“What?”
“Come in here, with me…” Lucinda smiled in an unsubtle attempt at subterfuge. She opened her legs.
“I don’t want to”
“I don’t mind… I have fucked women before”
“You have?”
“Yes… my master made me… for his enjoyment”
“You know you have a master?”
“Yes of course” she said, surprised. “He is the reason I exist… to serve”
Mitchell made a comment to the microphone hanging in the middle of the room “We have been mistaken. We believed that the mind control produced an uncurious slave”
Mitchell and most of her colleagues believed that the alien mind control made the slaves mere mindless drones. It was a surprise that one would voice a desire to serve
They were not mere autonomous, but conscious of their own existence as slaves; and accepting of it
Mitchell noted the implications of this; that whatever type of mind-control being used was far more superior than merely drugging a woman.
Lucinda tried seducing Mitchell again. What was the point? the Professor thought
She ignored it. “We’re going to remove your control bracelet”
“Nooooo… please” Lucinda screamed.
She thrashed about, tugging hard on the chain that was bound to her by a handcuff
She looked up to the control room “10 decigrams of Anastazine” she said, looking up to the control room.
Suddenly a gas stated to enter the perspex cube that imprisoned Lucinda
“Please, no!” she cried. She began to choke.
Mitchell watched as the cube filled with the gas… like a soft smoke.
Mitchell checked her watch.
Satisfied, she called for Higgins to vent the gas from the room.
When it lifted Lucinda was lying slumped over her bed, her wrist bloodied from her efforts to tear herself free
Mitchell baulked at see it; her wrist. It was as as if Lucinda tried to rip her own wrist off rather than surrender to the process.
Mitchell turned again to Higgins
“All clear” Higgins called over the intercom when he saw the monitors that the gas level had reached satisfactory levels.
“Open the door” Mitchell said (as a safety feature it could only be opened remotely—from the control room).
The door opened and Mitchell went in, confidently. A believer in science. Science said that the subject should be unconscious.
A team came in behind her but waited outside the perspex cubicle… they would remove Lucinda to the operating wing as soon as Mitchell gave them to go ahead. But Mitchell wanted to first check that Lucinda was okay from the gassing.
Suddenly Lucinda sprung up and grabbed Mitchell
She got around behind the professor and pulled her back onto her as she fell back onto the bunk
An alarm went off as Higgins hit a large red button in the control room.
The two women were seated, Lucinda’s legs on either side of the professor, hold Mitchell down against her crotch.
Soon armed men were running towards the lab but they held back on an order… their Captain wanted to make sure Mitchell was safe
“Let go of me” Mitchell gasped as she was choked, “There’s no way you can escape
“I don’t want to escape now” Lucinda smiled as something tore at the pants-seat of Mitchell’s slacks
“What…?” Mitchell gasped as she felt something pressing into her anus
She tried to scream when Lucinda held her more tightly.
Mitchell felt she was going to pass out
And then the worming thing pushed through her anus and into her rectum
Mitchell finally passed out but not from being choked. Immediately Lucinda let her go.
An armed man rushed in. He smashed the butt of his rifle into Lucinda’s face and Lucinda fell back, this time unconscious for real. Blood pouring from her broken nose. No one noticed the small hole in her pants where ‘it’ had escaped from her.
Two other men who’d rushed in grabbed Mitchell’s arms and dragged her quickly free.
Mitchell woke up in the infirmary.
Leeson was there… Dr. Trish Leeson. She was well known to Mitchell.
“Wha…?” Mitchell gasped as she began to come to
“You’re back” Leeson laughed
“How long was I out?”
“Only about ten minutes” Leeson said “They tell me you had a bit of an adventure”
“Ah…” Mitchell said as she tried to sit up. She felt giddy
“Steady” Leeson said, helping her from falling back onto the table
“I have to get up” Mitchell said. She realised she was in a hospital gown, open at the back.
“No, you have to rest” Leeson said
“Let me sit up at least”
“Alright” Leeson said “You’ll need a moment to get over this”
“I… feel.. it”
“What? Lesson asked as she went over to a scanner “I just have to check your scans”
“My scans?”
“Yes” Leeson said “I think you… wait a minute” she gasped “What the hell is that?”
“What is it?” Mitchell asked
“Your full body scan shows a foreign object in your bowels”
“That’s silly” Mitchell said
“It’s either that, or an improper scan. We’ll do another just to be s…”
Suddenly Leeson was grabbed from behind. She kicked out, hitting the machine with her foot as Mitchell choked her harder
“I think not” Mitchell said as she put Leeson in an arm lock
She held Leeson till the doctor stopped struggling
She eased Leeson onto the floor. Leeson slumped unconscious.
Mitchell grabbed at Leeson’s belt and undid it. She paused for a moment to look about as if to check they’d not be disturbed. “You’ll be one of us” she whispered to herself.
Then she pulled Leeson’s pants and undies down and rolled her as onto her side. She had great strength and moved Lesson’s lump of a body around as if she were paper
Mitchell felt it squirm. She farted as it moved out of her ass. A small amount of fecal matter coating it. It plopped out of her asshole and onto the floor
As it did Mitchell rose, and the one inside her slid back up into her intestine. It had split into two, and let one part of it go…
Mitchell didn’t watch as it wormed its way towards Leeson’s butt-cheeks. Instead she stood at the door to make sure they weren’t disturbed.
The thing; it stopped for a moment and seemed as if it was sniffing the air. Satisfied it pressed on, up between Leeson’s butt towards her ass-hole.
It pushed into her anus and squirmed up into her intestine.
A moment later Leeson blinked awake. A small amount of brown matter oozed out of her anus.
Leeson’s eyes opened suddenly. She blinked. She knew what she was now.
She stood up
“Get rid of that scan” Mitchell said
“Yes” Leeson said “I’ll use your previous scan in case anyone checks”
“Good”
“We must assimilate Lassiter”
“The Communications Officer?”
“Yes” Mitchell said, “We need to send a signal to the masters so they can come and harvest these humans”
“I’ll call for her to do a check”
“You can make up some health issue”
“That is what I planned to do” Leeson said
Mitchell nodded and checked the corridor again.
Leeson turned and went to the communicator
“Grace?” she called
“Yes?” Lassiter called back
“Can you come down to the infirmary?”
“What’s up?”
“I have something I need to tell you about your last test”
“Like what?”
“I… I can’t tell you over the intercom… it’s best you come down here ASAP”
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten”
“Good” Lesson said
She turned to Mitchell “What shall we do about the other?”
“She is being interrogated now no doubt” Mitchell said, “If necessary she will sacrifice herself for the hive”
“Very well” Lesson said. Then she went over to a shelf and grabbed some wipes. She wiped her asshole.
She threw the box of wipes to Michell who did the same.
“To think they thought that the bracelet controlled people” Mitchell said. (She said ‘they’ because as far as she was concerned she was no longer one of them… human. She was now a new species; conjoined with her master- parasite.)
Leeson stopped and examined the wipes and she brought them up to her nose and inhaled it. “Mmmm” she sighed
“Like perfume” Mitchell said, doing the same.
Grace Lassiter came in seven minutes. She hurried as she was nervous the news might be bad.
“Let’s not do this half-assed” Leeson said as Mitchell drew up behind Lassiter and grabbed her
The parasite in Mitchell’s ass divided again and she excreted one as Leeson choked out Lassiter.
Mitchell picked the shit-covered parasite up as Leeson pulled Lassiter’s pants down.
“Look, no undies!” Leeson smiled as she gazed at Lassiter’s small ass
In an hour the communications network sent out an authorised message
An hour later the harvesting teams arrived and began their work.