Part 1

Marilyn opened the main window of her hotel suite and stepped outside onto the balcony, the warm afternoon sun reflecting on the elaborate projection she used to pass off as a human. The sky was painted with beautiful strokes of yellow, orange, and red, its luminous beams kissing the surface of the crystalline Atlantic waters. It was her first visit to the Bahamas, and she was enjoying herself more than she thought possible. Earthlings had a lot of flaws but the concept of a well-deserved vacation was not one of them.

The young beauty who was now rocking the guise of an African-American woman with long braided hair, almond eyes, a sultry smile, and an ass to die for, stretched her arms and welcomed the salty breeze on her supple skin. She had been a brunette before, but also a blonde with Botox-filled lips, and a gothic redhead too. It was the first time she had chosen a disguise other than the true-and-tried Caucasian look and the results had been overwhelmingly positive. Her natural seduction always shone through no matter her external appearance.

Marilyn, or Mehrillhyne as she was known back home, was an alien residing on the third rock from the sun for more than two years now. She had been sent here as part of an exploratory team with the purpose of testing her species’ brainwashing and mind control techniques, and her success rate was unparalleled. After easily taking control of the Pendertons by pretending to be an old friend of the family, she continued to expand her influence by warping the minds of their closest acquaintances. It was all pretty fun and exciting yet draining when all was said and done. Human minds rarely stood a chance at resisting her charms, making each assignment more boring than the previous one. There was no longer any thrill to be had when turning unsuspecting men and women into lovesick obedient drones to her will, but her transference requests were always being denied by the Supreme Council.

“You’re our greatest asset on the planet right now,” she was constantly being told. “Continue rewriting as many thoughts as you can for our long-term plans to come to fruition. That’s an order.”

Marilyn hated their oppressive control but there was nothing she could do about it. Humankind was hundreds of years away from discovering interstellar flight and all ships stationed on Earth were protected night and day by elite soldiers of her home planet. Her only hope of ever leaving the blue planet behind was to do as she was told and hope for her ultimate release. Still, she had negotiated a small break.

It happened on a Friday night, shortly after a concert by famous Pop star Dylan Hawk. Marilyn had been in the audience enjoying herself and had ended up in his dressing room, with her legs spread apart and his lips in her pussy. She activated her rectangular communications device and made her intentions known.

“What do you mean a break?” Councilwoman Wikktory asked. She was her liaison to the highest sphere of power on their planet and the one responsible for her unending workload. Something had to give.

“I need to rest. I’ve expertly put more than two hundred people under our control in the last year and my strengths are beginning to fail me. If you want a job well done, you’ll grant me a bit of respite,” she retorted. 

“This is highly irregular, Mehrillhyne. Your mission reports are too important to our cause.”

“It’s also irregular to have me on the clock practically 24/7. I’ve given you a lot more than you’ve ever given me, so it’s time I get something in return. If I’m as valuable as you say I am, then I deserve some respect. While you process the latest data I sent you, I’m going away on a trip.”

“Going where?”

“Wherever I feel like it, Councilwoman. I need a vacation, and I’ll have it on my terms, not yours. I’ll be radio silent for the next month and then we can resume business as usual.”

“You’ve certainly become bolder over the last year, Mehrillhyne, but it seems like you’re begging to be sanctioned by your words. Do you want your little break to take place inside a laser cell until you come to your senses?”

“Your threats won’t dissuade me on this one. Not this time. The Council’s decision process has never looked better since I started producing regular data for you to present. I imagine your state of grace will quickly go away if said information starts becoming more... erratic and unverifiable.”

“So now you’re the one making threats... You forget we have other operatives in place.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten that, but their track record isn’t as perfect as mine. Why risk using inferior data when the superior one is right here? One month to myself, so I can do whatever I want without pressure, is more than a fair bargain, and you know it.”

“Hmmph... The Council doesn’t approve of such extorsion tactics.”

“Unless you’re the ones using them, right?” Marilyn replied, standing her ground. It was a difficult position to maintain and she had a lot to lose if they decided against her but the game of intergalactic politics was too big to be ignored. Everyone in the Supreme Council could be replaced if the results of their experiments took a nosedive. Their self-preservation instincts surely wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“I will confer with the other members about this extraordinary situation. Until then, you’re ordered to continue doing what you’ve been doing so far.”

“Sure.”

Marilyn kept her end of the bargain and the Council eventually kept theirs. She was temporarily relieved from her exploratory duties and given free rein to explore the world as she saw fit. A shopping spree and about a three-hour flight later, she was on the Paradisiac islands living life in a whole different way.

The bustling city of Nassau spread beneath the hotel’s balcony as Marilyn enjoyed the view. She could see almost all the capital’s landmarks from her vantage point from the British Colonial Hilton to the Pirates of Nassau Museum, as well as the Christ Church Cathedral and The Straw Market. There were many places she wanted to explore and hadn’t yet found the time to do so. Other interests had dominated her attention shortly after arrival, including the one cuffed to her bed.

Marilyn turned her back on the sprawling panoramic view and returned to her affairs of the flesh. Despite being on vacation, that didn’t mean she had lost all interest in playing with other people’s minds and bodies. The major difference was that she was doing it leisurely, taking her sweet time to corrupt and dominate whoever made her wet.

His name was Richard and he was a valet at the five-star hotel she was staying in. He had caught her eye the moment she arrived at the main entrance, an immediate attraction that soon became an obsession. Richard was tall, standing at six feet five, and had an impressively chiseled body that made both men and women stop to admire. She was neither despite the feminine disguise but she had needs too. Past girlfriends of his had been adamant in saying his most striking feature was his penetrating blue eyes as if a young Paul Newman was once again gracing the world of the living. Marilyn could definitely see the appeal of those enigmatic orbs but she preferred them subdued and controlled instead of openly defiant, and she had gotten just that when she persuaded him to visit her room.

Now, he lay helpless, his arms as if crucified, and naked legs spread apart. His muscles glistened with pearls of sweat and his cock remained in an erect state, shooting upward like a flag pole that only knew the meaning of unconditional surrender. There was no liquid glow in his gaze, only mindless adoration, and his memories of the last twelve hours had been jumbled beyond the point of recognition. The golden sheets on the bed were covered with dried cum stains and a forensic ultraviolet inspection of the room would reveal an abundance of sexual fluids on the walls and ceiling as well. A broken lampshade rested at the feet of the bed, his silver shaft with plenty of stories to tell. He would think of them as fleeting dreams in the weeks to come while Marilyn would revel in every single act of debauchery that had taken place since he had gotten there.

Marilyn approached her obedient puppet and teased him with a view of her tight-shaven pussy. Getting inside his thoughts had been child’s play as usual, his libido now completely hers to command. He saw what she wanted him to see from the imaginary see-through pink robe with a monogram over her right boob, to her long, sinuous legs wrapping around his tumescent phallus. She particularly enjoyed stimulating him with her perfect toes, teasing his weakening soul until he was ready to explode, and then denying him that satisfaction with a mellifluous smile on her lips. She also loved changing her outside appearance in the blink of an eye and capturing that moment of confusion in his mind when the world he used to know stopped making sense even if only for a second.

Marilyn’s explorations of the human psyche in the last couple of months had affected her more profoundly than what she revealed in her reports. She had developed several new kinks with sadistic traits becoming more clear with each new mind she captured. in the beginning, it was easy to remember every single one of her thralls and their individual traits when they were not being put to service, but now they all blended in into one another, mere shadows of what they could be or simply pieces of livestock with no future except a one-way ticket to the greatest cosmic slaughterhouse of all. While she had no interest in actually taking a human life, there were voices in the Council who were toying with the idea of more invasive exams through means of dissection, but what was the point of dead servants? It was a colossal waste of time and an offense to everything she had already accomplished. All humans belonged on their knees, not on cold and sterile operating tables.

She sat on top of his naked body, feeling him squirm with pure ecstasy as she did so. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned her labia receiving the aching tip of his penis and then her wide-open mouth savoring it like fresh ice cream on a Summer day. However, it was all part of the illusion, the eerie combination of extraterrestrial technology and overwhelming mental projections rewriting his perception of the world in real time. Richard’s brain was like all the others she had messed with before. Once flooded with the right triggers, it was malleable as clay.

“But I want you hard,” she purred. “Harder than ever, and stronger than a diamond. A flaccid cock serves no purpose, so you’ll remain hard and willing, ready to be used and despairing when you’re not. You’ll think of me constantly teasing you while I’m away and you’ll dream of the moment when you get to see me again, whether I’m dressed like this, wearing a fucking clown costume, or nothing at all. This is what you’re meant to be doing, the sole purpose of your otherwise meaningless existence. You lie and wait, consumed by ever-growing desires of me. People say obsessions are unhealthy, but not this one. Yearning for my presence is overwhelmingly perfect, and following my commands makes your heart keep beating. There’s no stronger Viagra than an enslaved mind and all your thoughts belong to me now. Stay there and don’t move. The only use I have for you right now is to watch you suffer in silence for all the satisfaction you’re not allowed to experience. Let the need fill your balls, making them swollen and painful to the touch. Feel the rising pressure of needing to cum bottled up by my mesmerizing control. Your body is yours in name only, its functions regulated by my words and sadistic desires. Puppets don’t think; they’re merely played with. Every piece of you responds to my strings alone, and the more you writhe the more your sacrifice is worth. You can go on for another hour, a day, or maybe a week, horny and powerless, deprived of free will. I am the only one you crave now, Richard. I’m your Marilyn, your Goddess, and this unbreakable mental prison is your best friend.”

The valet remained completely still, absorbed by her otherworldly supremacy. He had lost the right to call himself a man, instead existing as a mere flesh object, and an extension of her encompassing domination. No luxury car or local beauty walking down Bay Street compared to the extraterrestrial’s hypnotic might. It was an absolute honor to be nothing more than a glorified dildo without a voice.

“Good slave,” Marilyn continued to tease him, deepening his altered state of mind. His breathing slowed down to a crawl, his eyes staring vacantly at the abyss of his own servitude. He had accepted his place, the self-replicating brainwashing keeping him sedated and compliant. He said nothing, and that was to continue until given a direct order to the contrary.

“Hmm, this is wonderful,” the alien rubbed his cock with the soles of her arched feet. “But I can’t stay here for much longer. The sun is almost setting and I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about the nightlife in the city, so I need to check things out for myself. Stay put, behave, and I may just surprise you with a play companion when I get back. Wouldn’t that be amazing, too? Have you ever sucked a cock, Richard? If not, we need to take care of that before I release you from your stupor. Wait patiently for me and dream of warm cum all over your face, slut.”

Marilyn got up from bed and temporarily disabled the living hologram surrounding her, allowing her true impossible shape to breathe for a moment. Then, she adjusted the parameters of the device to create the illusion of sexy cocktail attire, comprising an asymmetrical sleeveless one-shoulder black top, a matching mini-skirt that highlighted her impossible curves, and high-heeled open-toed shoes. It was a look she had used multiple times to gain access to the most exclusive Hollywood clubs and if history was any indication, she would do it again on the island without lifting a finger.

She looked at her reflection in the square mirror by the private bathroom and made one final adjustment to her makeup before heading out the door to enjoy all the wonderful experiences Nassau had to offer.

* * *

When she left the hotel, Marilyn had no real plan for the evening other than to have fun. She knew that her provocative choice of clothing was sure to attract many wandering eyes, including unsavory ones, but she had nothing to fear. If anyone even looked at her in the wrong way, her wrath would make the world cower in fear. She was not prey to be hunted by inferior beings but a predator in her own right.

She started her nocturnal adventure with a seafood dinner at a pier restaurant. Surrounded by azure blue waters, it offered a panoramic ocean view from a romantic seaside setting beside the exquisitely cooked food. Love was in the air in the couples that surrounded her, from newlyweds dreaming of their future together to men and women who had already seen it all and had visited the island for one last hurrah. There were many elements of human cuisine that were toxic for her kind but after being on Earth for so long, Marilyn had developed a natural resistance to some of the more dangerous combinations in existence. It was yet another proof of her worth as an undercover agent. Her capacity to adapt and evolve was second to none.

After finishing her meal and leaving a generous fifty percent tip behind, the extraterrestrial moved on to the joyful bustle of nightclubs. There were a few to choose from like Club Waterloo or the neon craze fest Bond, but Marilyn decided to check out a relatively new space in the city, called Afterglow. 

It was the property of tycoon Bernard Morgan who had made a fortune building and selling luxury houses in the States, Europe, and Asia. He also owned two chains of supermarkets, the largest cinema multiplex in the world, and various nocturnal establishments spread across every continent. A self-made man now in his early fifties, Bernard had known as a child he was destined for success. A string of successful investments in the real estate business before the age of twenty opened the doors he needed to triumph and he hadn’t stopped doing that ever since.

When he was not planning new ways to increase his fortune, Bernard was often seen visiting his properties around the world. Marilyn had yet to run into him and his heavy security detail but was always hoping for a chance to do so. Perhaps luck would smile down on her that night.

As expected, she had no trouble getting into the club. The two bouncers at the door saw her impeccable looks and motioned her inside, which she proudly did, leaving a line of more than three hundred people behind. The interior of Afterglow was not that different from other properties down in Hollywood, with a combination of sleek angles, bright colors, and lively music to keep everyone’s blood flowing. The overall esthetic had been overused but it still worked, with every section clearly defined, and a sense of belonging pervading the entire space. When people descended the small flight of stairs straight into the dancefloor, the burden of their daily lives was lifted off their shoulders and they felt free again.

The club’s logo was a triangular shape with a spiraling straw bathed in a warm yellow light. Simple and effective with an entrancing feel to it. The drinks were great too, including the house’s special, a rum-based cocktail, with ginger ale, pineapple juice, and a mint sprig. Marilyn got herself one and received a second one for free, courtesy of the inked barista with smoldering eyes who couldn’t stop looking at her generous curves.

She stood by the colorful counter for a couple of minutes, simply observing the enthusiastic crowd. Most of them lived and breathed money but there were a few outliers selected by simply winning the genetic lottery. A handful of guys in various states of inebriation approached her in the meantime, receiving nothing but cold glares in return. One or two faces in the rolling wave of people attracted her but were quickly swept away by the electronic chords pumping on the speakers all around. Marilyn finished her second drink and hit the floor to show everyone how a galactic goddess partied.

Her moves were audacious and perfect, not in sync with the background beat but forcing it to adapt to her. She took the center of the floor and made it her own, sway after sway, testing the limits of her mental and technological capabilities to the max. Everyone was on the verge of trance, men and women lusting for what they couldn’t have. The living hologram enveloping her otherwise incomprehensible form touched them on the very core of their beings, temporarily reducing them to nothing more than primal beasts fueled by their sexual drive alone. Marilyn allowed that striking mental image to linger in their heads for a moment and then, as quietly as she assumed the dominant role, she broke the spell and blended with the masses once again. Afterglow was a nice place to hang out but not as exciting as she hoped for. There had to be something else to make that night a memorable one. 

She returned to the counter for one last drink but the cute barista was gone, replaced by a behemoth of a man who seemed bored to be working that night. She paid him no attention and checked her phone instead. The bright lights above her head bounced off the rectangular screen and it was then she caught the first glimpse of something unexpected and potentially deadly.

A couple had just walked into the nightclub. He was a chubby individual in a light gray suit that reeked of dubious dollars, and she was a statuesque idol with long legs and a sense of balance that defied the laws of gravity. On a rudimentary scale of one to ten, he was a five while she destroyed the numeration without breaking a sweat. It was not uncommon to see such physical disparity being proudly flaunted, but there was more to her than a voracious appetite for an extravagant lifestyle.

Humans couldn’t see it but her skin pulsated with sprawling green filaments that Marilyn’s true guise recognized immediately. She looked at the newly arrived and how their fingers were firmly interlocked and muttered to herself,

“Oh, fuck!”

((to be continued))