The following week...

Marilyn opened her eyes and stretched herself in bed. She had had the most wonderful night ever since coming to Earth and things could only go better from there, for it was finally time to have her report reviewed and her actions approved by the powers that be. After successfully messing with the minds of the entire Penderton household, effectively becoming the new matriarch, she was ready to be served and reap all the rewards of a job well done.

Glancing at the foot of the bed, she saw the twins cuddling together like fluffy kittens. They looked so pretty, the most perfect pets a dominant being could ever hope for. She loved seeing them nesting in each other’s arms but nothing compared to the ecstasy of watching them make out with one another, their exposed breasts and pussies overwhelmed by carnal, lesbian desires. A good family was one that came together and they sure loved to do it for her, time and time again.

Jack had been left to sleep with young Conan and that new position also suited him just fine. As much as his mind was now filled with ardent desires to serve and please her, Marilyn enjoyed denying him more than anything and then watching him scramble to get a sliver of approval that would most likely never come. Seeing him kneeling on the floor, whimpering, never got old, and she could already see herself doing it every day of her life if necessary.

As for Lucy, the former matriarch now spent her days working alongside Dorothy, who she had also enslaved without hesitation. The house was simply too big for one maid alone and two feather dusters cleaned better than one. Neither woman found anything strange about this new arrangement. For all they could remember, this is how life had always been, and how everyone wished for it to continue. It was absolutely perfect.

Marilyn got up from bed and stood by the main window, her silhouette kissed by the warm sun. Despite being an illusion, she had grown to appreciate her naked human body and, if modesty weren’t an issue, she would never wear clothes again. She snapped her fingers and ordered her toys to come to play with her.

“Rise and shine, girls. You are needed at my feet,” she said.

“Yes, Goddess,” Willa was the first to respond to the call, followed immediately by a half-asleep Willa. The two pets lapped at her non-existent toes, licking them clean as if they were the tastiest ice cream they had in their lives.

“Thank you, Goddess Marilyn. It’s such an honor,” Amy said.

“I know it is, sweetie. You love me madly, don’t you?”

“We both do, Goddess,” Willa replied. “We love you more than words can say. You’re everything to us.”

“Everything is such a beautiful word, isn’t it?”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Amy slurped the sole of her right foot. “How can anyone be so perfect?”

“That’s just the way things are. Those who are meant to be on top always get what they deserve and those destined to serve them have no choice but to accept their roles. You’ll always love me, won’t you?”

“How can we not?” they said at the same time. “You complete us. You’re right, Goddess. This is exactly where we belong and we can’t thank you enough for showing it to us so clearly.”

“Good, because there’s something special I need you girls to do for me today.”

“Special?” Amy asked, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, like a surprise?”

“Yes, dear pet, it is the most wonderful surprise of all and you need to make sure everything is perfect. Will you be good girls for me?”

“Always,” they nodded. “How can we serve you, Goddess?”

“Go get your mother and stepmother and tell them to wait for me in the living room. I’m expecting an important call that will determine my future as well as yours. If there is a day you should definitely not disappoint me, this is it, do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess. We promise not to fail you,” Amy concluded.

“I’ll hold you to that. Now go, and wag your cute little asses on your way out.”

“With pleasure, Goddess,” Amy and Willa giggled, leaving the master bedroom without looking back. 

As they closed the door behind them, Marilyn sighed. A lot had happened in the last couple of days, enough to make her see reality in a whole different way. The Pendertons had it all, a life of luxury where they made their own rules and didn’t have to worry about the consequences of their actions. Everything she had experienced there was the complete opposite of her existence on her home planet and now that she had had a taste of wonder, she wasn’t sure she wanted a new assignment anywhere else. Whether her wish would be granted or not remained to be seen.

The one assigned to review her work was Councilwoman Wikktory, who had been living on Earth for eight months under the moniker Victoria Lansford. Her disguise was that of a mid-forties African-American woman who had just published her first book, a dystopian sci-fi novel where a group of shadowy extraterrestrial figures controlled in secret the greatest democracies on the planet. A lot of autobiographic elements made it into the final product as well as multiple descriptions of accurate rituals conducted by her species. Her work had been praised as an extraordinary display of imagination, for most earthly minds were incapable of acknowledging the truth even if it stared them in the face. Wikktory was extremely demanding in her evaluations and had no qualms about shutting down anyone’s aspirations for the greater good. While she was confident of her achievements, Marilyn still feared that they wouldn’t be enough to impress her.

Her obedient pets did as commanded, gathering the rest of the thralls for a close inspection. Wikktory would want proof of her claims of absolute dominance over their minds and should any reason for doubt arise, she would be penalized in the final score.

Marilyn descended to the living room wearing a long, flowing white dress slightly reminiscent of a Roman toga and examined each one of her pets with a keen eye. After making some minor adjustments to both Lucy and Dorothy’s attires, she kicked Jack’s balls to remind him he should never look her in the eyes and then produced a small rectangular object with a prismatic reflective surface she placed on a table in front of them. Too busy with the promotion of her novel, Wikktory would not be joining them in person but simply talk to them via a private communication channel, unmonitored by human officials or any other alien species currently stationed on the planet - and yes, they were quite a few.

“We should be receiving a signal any moment now,” Marilyn said. “Be on your best behavior or I promise you won’t like what I’ll do to you if things don’t go the way I want them to.”

“Yes, Goddess,” they all said at the same time, their voices eerily combined into one long droning sound of mindless capitulation.

They had just closed their eager mouths when the rectangular device stirred. Two flaps opened at the top, revealing a spiraling fountain of light that shot to the ceiling. The lights grew and expanded to the sides, creating a translucent ripple effect in the fabric of matter. Beyond it, one could see another place - what seemed to be a hotel bedroom halfway across the world - and Wikktory sitting behind a desk, alone, with half a dozen signed copies of her book piled to the right.

“Ah, good morning, Mehrillhyne,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this day ever since I got word of your preliminary reports. It seems you’ve achieved the impossible there.”

“If it were impossible, I wouldn’t have done it, Councilwoman. Hello. It’s a pleasure to talk to you once more.”

“Is it really? Because the last time we did so, you weren’t happy at all.”

“Those were other times and another assignment. I’ve made significant progress to our cause as evidenced by the detailed information I’ve been sending you as well as the other representatives.”

“Yes, you did. To be honest, I had a hard time believing what I was reading the first time. None of the other parties dispatched have shown similar progress in such a short amount of time.”

“I guess I really am special...”

“Or you simply lucked out on the subjects you’ve been working with. Did you do a complete genetic analysis to make sure there were no other factors involved in your apparent success rate?”

“Yes, I did,” Marilyn replied. “It was included in the appendix of the final report, Councilwoman Wikktory. Surely, you’ve already seen it.”

“Oh?” the other alien shrugged disdainfully. “Ah, yes of course. Apologies, but things have been hectic around here lately, having been offered another book deal and all.”
“It seems you’re enjoying the life of a fiction author a lot.”

“Yes, you could say that. Now then, are those your subjects?”

“Yes,” Marilyn stepped out of the way of the projector and presented the line-up of dutiful obedient servants. “One big happy family whose thoughts and emotions have been rearranged to serve my needs. As you can see, all specimens are being properly taken care of and their responses to my control are nothing short of perfect.”

“So you say, but I still want to be the judge of that. Demonstrate it, please,” Councilwoman Wikktory crossed her arms and smirked.

“But of course. Is there anything special you wish to see?”

“No. Surprise me with your best idea or the kinkiest one, whichever you prefer.”

“Oh, that’s easy!” Marilyn clapped her hands and all her toys sprang to attention. “Willa drop to your fours and lick your mother’s pussy. Jack, I command you to drop your pants and fuck Amy in the ass. Obey!”

“Yes, Goddess,” the blank-eyed servants assumed their respective positions. 

Lucy was the first to lose her undies, parting her legs for Willa to get a better view of her hairy delta. Vaginal fluids dripped down her stockinged legs, and her daughter was more than happy to not let them go to waste. Standing next to her, Amy perked her tight ass as Jack rammed her cock into it like a pneumatic drill going through concrete. “Don’t be gentle,” she moaned, a request he dutifully respected as well.

While the family debauchery took place, Dorothy continued to stand to attention, waiting for her orders, whatever they turned out to be.

“You’re not making her do anything?” Councilwoman Wikktory asked.

“I could, but she’s more part of the furniture than a real part of this experiment,” Marilyn replied. “Shall I have her chase the dog?”

“That won’t be necessary,” the older alien nodded. “You weren’t bluffing, Marilyn. The level of control you’ve implemented is indeed astounding, far better than all the other explorers currently on assignment.”

“All of them?”

“As surprised as I am to admit it, I don’t quite grasp how you become so proficient but credit where credit is due. Did any of the subjects demonstrate any form of resistance to the brainwashing?”

“I could lie and say no, but there have been rare instances of lucidity here and then, especially in the most recent converts,” Marilyn admitted. “However, we’re talking about temporary wrinkles and nothing more.”

“You seem to have omitted those instances from your report...”

“I didn’t. They’re noted on the last appendix as well,” Marilyn shook her head almost imperceptibly. “What’s up with this bitch, today? It’s like she doesn’t want to do her job at all.”

“You’re right again,” the Councilwoman checked her notes. “You say that those instances were caused by glitches in the camouflage system, correct?”

“Yes. My true form still seems to be a bit too much for their minds to process. Perhaps some improvements to the tech are necessary should we go for another round of tests....”

“Perhaps. I’ll be sure to include that recommendation in the information I send back home. I’m sure our scientists will be thrilled with your advancements but in the meantime...”

“Yes?”

“I think it would be easy if we had another group of subjects to compare these results to. Can you see it done?”

“You want me to enslave another group of humans?” Marilyn asked, visibly surprised.

“Yes. What better way to prove that indeed your skills were not affected by other factors we haven’t been able to pinpoint just yet? Surely the family chosen for you has friends, correct?”

“Plenty, yes.”

“Then it’s settled, While your reports are analyzed back home, you are to continue your work on Earth. Your stay will be prolonged for as long as we deem necessary and then we’ll talk about your future. I take it that won’t be a problem for you...”

“Not at all,” Marilyn smiled in both her human and alien forms. “I was already thinking of staying a little longer to enjoy everything this life has to offer.”

“It seems this is your lucky day, then. Congratulations, Mehrillhyne. Should every result be properly validated, know you have done more for our planet than all other exploratory missions combined.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“I guess that wraps up this evaluation then Pick your next targets, have fun, and continue to send us the updated results of your experimentations. We’re all expecting even greater things from you now.”

“And you shall have them, I’m sure of it. Until next time, Councilwoman.”

“Goodbye, Mehrillhyne. Make us proud.”

The panel of light collapsed instantaneously, and the comm device became a perfectly solid and uniform object again. Marilyn picked it up, filled with an enormous sense of pride. The ecstatic moans of unbridled pleasure in the room were the cherry on top of the cake.

“New subjects, huh?” she thought. “Hmm, who should I go with? The Adams? The Burtons? The Webbs?”

So many possibilities, so many more prospects of mind-shattering fun. Whoever the lucky ones turned out to be, they would be receiving a visit from an old friend soon.

The End