Bred by the Hive Ch. 05

They all knew what that meant.

"Wait," said Elizabeth. "I have an idea." She motioned for Greg to sit on the ground, and she did the same, with her back to him.

"What are we going to do?" Greg asked.

Greg had never communed before. But Elizabeth had. "Just relax, and tilt backwards slightly until we are barely touching," she said, doing the same.

He did, and she did, and when their riders came into contact, both of them stiffened. Elizabeth's nipples suddenly grew erect. She started taking deep breaths. Greg's penis grew stiff. Suddenly, his mind was filled with images of sex with Elizabeth.

Suddenly, in his mind, she was mounting him, poling up and down. Greg watched joyfully as his glistening organ disappeared and reappeared as it went in and out of her tight wet slit. He loved watching her breasts, beaded with sweat, as they bounced up and down. And the look on her face, the look of sheer determination, the determination to make him come, was more than he could bear.

Greg grew harder, and harder still, and he started to moan. He was going to come. He could feel it! Elizabeth, who was linked to him, felt what he was feeling. She immediately leaned forward, breaking the connection. She jumped up, pulling him up at the same time, grabbed his penis roughly, and pulled on it, making him step forward, even as he felt a surge of semen rising within his shaft. He released his first blast just as Elizabeth succeeded in painfully shoving his shaft into the spider vagina.

Greg cried out with joy as he felt the first of four pulses sink into the creature. He turned and smiled at Elizabeth, even as he was still plugged in. When he pulled out Elizabeth reached over and hugged and kissed him. "I love you so much!" she cried.

"I love you too!" said Greg.

Elizabeth turned and smiled triumphantly at Darlene, feeling immensely pleased with herself.

"Very good, Elizabeth," said Darlene, nodding approvingly. "You have both done well. Now you may go home. It will take a few days to find out if the eggs have quickened."

Greg gave Elizabeth a hug, and together they found their clothes and made their way out of the cave.

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The next few days were restful, but anxious. Restful, because Darlene was gone and was making no further demands of them. Elizabeth and Greg were together again as a husband and a wife, and their marital life was restored. True, they had riders on their backs, but the riders did not make them do anything they didn't want to. The rashes on their backs were slowly getting larger, but they had been told it was nothing to worry about. Elizabeth and Greg talked and lived and made love together without interference. It was relative bliss.

Meanwhile, Rudy was being sent out daily to Infect others. He seemed to have been more taken over by his rider than they were. But while they didn't approve of what he was doing, they couldn't stop him, and he wasn't being harmed, so it seemed.

Their main source of anxiety, of course, was what the results of the experiment would be. If one of the spiders got pregnant, what would it give birth to? Would Darlene be satisfied with the results? And if it didn't get pregnant, what else would she demand of them? Greg and Elizabeth worked out their anxieties having sex. Their riders didn't demand it, but all the same they felt their masters participating. Elizabeth's rider enhanced her sexual experience, increasing the sensitivity of her vagina and clit. Greg's rider pumped against him hard every time he thrust into Elizabeth. It was almost as if his rider was a coequal partner in fucking her. They both loved every minute of it.

The end came abruptly three days later, when Darlene came over while they were finishing dinner.

"Hello, Mom and Dad," said Darlene. "And you too, little brother."

Rudy smiled at Darlene. He liked Darlene once again, now that he had joined the Hive Mind. Just what had that spider put into his brain?

"So, what's the news?" Greg asked guardedly.

Darlene's face fell. "The spiders... did not get pregnant. To be fair, the chances were not promising. But you were such a fertile, cooperative couple, that we wanted you to try."

"Well, we did try," said Greg, hoping that was the end of it.

"Still, there is the matter of your unpaid genetic debt to the Hive," said Darlene.

"We've done everything you've asked," said Elizabeth defensively.

"Cooperation and results are not the same thing," said Darlene. "The Hive has been debating. They want to turn Rudy into a Harem Guard."

"A Harem Guard?"

"I won't lie to you, it's not pretty," said Darlene. "His brain neurons will be wiped clean. He will be given a new personality. An insect based one. Then he will serve as a guard in the Hive."

"No," said Rudy. "No, I won't do it."

"You don't have a choice," said Darlene. "Your rider--it's a double banded now, isn't it? You won't be able to refuse it."

It was true. They all had double banded riders now. Elizabeth felt the weight of the rider's thoughts increasingly intruding on her own mind, telling her she was a slave, telling her how her mind, her body, her vagina belonged to the Hive, and how she should love surrendering herself to it. Every night it whispered to her, and every morning she got up and believed it a little bit more.

Greg stood up, standing between Darlene and Rudy. "Isn't there anything else we could try? Anything?"

"Anything?" Darlene raised her eyebrows. She knew she had Greg exactly where she wanted him now. "There is one other... procedure you might undertake. A procedure, if successful, would cancel all your debts to the Hive."

"And what is that?" said Greg.

"For you to undergo the transformation to becoming an instant reprogrammer," said Darlene.

"What is that?" Elizabeth asked.

"An instant programmer can instantly infect and reprogram a person's mind merely through physical contact," said Darlene, lightly laying a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. Elizabeth flinched involuntarily.

"And you want to change Greg into that?" Elizabeth asked. "How much of his body would change? Would he have insect arms and legs?"

"No," said Darlene. "He would have the same physical body you see there."

"What about his mind?" said Elizabeth.

"There would be some... adjustments," said Darlene. "But his basic personality would be intact."

"No," said Elizabeth immediately.

"Wait," said Greg. "What kind of adjustments?"

"You have a rider on your back," said Darlene. "Has that changed your personality?"

Greg thought about it. The rider had given him pain at times, but had it actually made him do anything? He thought about all the things he had done. Stealing information for the Hive. Impregnating Joy. Impregnating a giant spider. He never in his right mind would have agreed to all these things. But had his rider actually influenced him? It was hard to say.

"I... I don't think so," said Greg hesitantly.

"Then this procedure will change you no more than a rider would," said Darlene.

Greg looked at Elizabeth. She looked very uncertain. She looked at Darlene. "His personality will be the same? You promise?"

"Trust me. You'll barely notice the difference," said Darlene.

They were being asked to trust the word of their daughter who was controlled by an alien. But what choice did they have, if they wanted to save Rudy?

Elizabeth gave the slightest of nods, very reluctantly. Then, so did Greg.

"Good! There's just one thing you should know about this procedure," said Darlene.

"Only one?" said Greg dryly.

"It has a high failure rate. In the few times its actually worked, it's worked because the host doesn't fight the process. The host has to genuinely want it to happen."

"How can I..."

"I can help," said Darlene, holding up her black bag. Greg and Elizabeth knew what was in it. A black spider.

Greg would have to agree to be brainwashed to want the procedure. But at this point, what difference did it make? He was going to do it anyway. "All right," he said.

"Dad, don't do it!" Rudy cried, reaching forward to hug him.

Greg hugged him back. "I have to, son."

"But I don't want anything to happen to you," said Rudy.

"Nothing's going to happen to me," said Greg.

"You promise?" said Rudy.

"I do," said Greg.

"Come," said Darlene. "We have much work to do."

She led them to the bedroom, and closed the door behind them. She opened her black bag, and a ten inch tall black spider jumped out. "Lie face down on the bed, please, Greg."

Greg looked unhappy. He frowned, but lay down as told. The black spider jumped on top of him, moved to the back of his head, and gently inserted its organic filaments in his brain.

Elizabeth sat by him, holding his hand, and gently stroking his back. "Is this really going to be the last thing we have to do for you?"

"It is. I guarantee it," said Darlene.

"And he won't stop being who he is?"

"You wouldn't even notice a change in him unless I pointed it out to you," said Darlene. "And afterwards, we can all be one happy family again... Mom."

Elizabeth gave Darlene a hard stare. Then she watched her husband's eyelids flickering, as he moaned while he was reprogrammed.

When the spider pulled out of his head, Greg blinked, and sat up.

"Are you all right?"

Greg nodded.

"Now it's your turn, Elizabeth," said Darlene. "Lie with your head face down, please."

"Me? Why me?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's not enough for Greg to want the procedure. You have to want it as well."

Elizabeth looked at Greg. He nodded "It's all right, dear."

Elizabeth reluctantly put her face down on the bed. She closed her eyes so she didn't see it coming, but she gasped as she felt the first alien tendrils entering her brain....

She must have fallen asleep, because suddenly the spider was gone and she was sitting up.

"Are you all right, dear?" Greg asked.

Elizabeth nodded. Darlene was gone. "Where did she go?"

"She said she will be back tomorrow evening. She left us these," he said, indicating two masks.

The masks looked like the exoskeleton faces of insects. "What are these?"

"Darlene says that these are replicas of the mask I am going to have to wear when I have the procedure done. We should get comfortable wearing them, seeing them on each other. She says that we're to... have sex wearing them, to help better convince ourselves that we want the procedure."

Suddenly Elizabeth realized that she wanted Greg to have the procedure, more than anything. No, not just the procedure. She wanted him to be changed. The words readily came to her lips. "You must be changed," she said, touching him tenderly.

"I want to be changed," said Greg, not even realizing he was saying it.

They put on their masks, which seemed to bond to their face. With the masks on, they looked a little like insects. Then they proceeded to take off their clothes and make love.

The masks had spaces for eyes and ears and mouths, but it was difficult to kiss with them. But not impossible, as Greg felt Elizabeth's lips press against his.

Soon they were rubbing their bodies together, and then Elizabeth mounted him, putting his penis inside of her. Slowly she began to pole up and down.

As Greg became sexually aroused, he looked up at Elizabeth, wearing the insect mask, and the sight of the insect mask slowly became part of his arousal. For Elizabeth it was the same; the feeling of Greg's hardness filling inside of her was tied up with the sight of him, wearing that insect mask.

Every time she plunged down on his organ, giving him sexual pleasure, she found herself saying, "You want to be changed."

And every time she shifted upwards, Greg responded. "I want to be changed."

Down. "You want to be changed."

Up. "I want to be changed."

Down. "You want to be changed."

Up. "I want to be changed."

Very soon, they built up to an orgasm, and Greg climaxed, seeing Elizabeth's face covered by the insect mask. Elizabeth came a few seconds later, and experienced a similar blend, as she orgasmed while looking at Greg's insect mask. Very quickly they began to associate the mask with sexual climax. And every time Greg felt pleasure in his penis, it was always accompanied by his saying he wanted to be changed, or Elizabeth telling him that that he wanted to be changed. After a few days, just looking at the masks became sexually arousing.

They continued the same procedure for seven days. Every evening Darlene would come over with her spider. Both of them would be programmed every night. But, subtly, their conditioning began to change.

Now, instead of merely saying that they wanted Greg to be changed, they found themselves saying different things.

Darlene would watch them during their sex sessions, encouraging them, whispering things in Elizabeth's ear. She whispered something to Elizabeth, who quickly nodded, and turned to Greg, even as she rode his penis.

"You want insects changing your brain," Elizabeth gasped, as she thrust down on his penis. For some reason, she always felt like she should be riding Greg, giving him the stimulation as she gave him the key phrase.

"I want insects changing my brain," Greg gasped, as she pulled up.

"You want the Hive to take over your brain," said Elizabeth, thrusting downwards, as she wiped sweat off her brow.

She thrusted upwards, but Greg looked conflicted.

"Make him say it, Mom," said Darlene.

"Say it," Elizabeth said, thrusting down again. "Say it!" she said. "You want the Hive to take over your brain."

Greg, feeling the intense arousal on his penis, gasped, "No!"

Elizabeth's rider made her go up and down more rapidly. Greg was on the edge of coming... but he couldn't... he was trapped in the state right before orgasm, the incredibly painful feeling of being stuck, incredibly aroused, but unable to come. His balls and penis started to ache with pain.

"Say it," said Elizabeth, her insides rubbing his penis more and more intensely. "Greg, if you want to come, say it!"

Greg was in so much sexual pain he couldn't resist. "I... I want it."

"Want what?" Elizabeth asked, poling up again.

"I want the Hive.... to take over my brain," Greg gasped.

"Say it again," said Elizabeth, feeling aroused as she stared at his insect mask.

"I want the Hive to take over my brain," said Greg. "Ooooh.... Oooohhh"

"I'm feeling it too!" Elizabeth cried. "Say it again!"

"I want the Hive to control my brain! I want my brain controlled!" Greg yelled. He felt a powerful orgasm flood his penis, and his body, as he stared into Elizabeth's insect mask.

Elizabeth cried out just as Greg orgasmed, flooding into her, more strongly than he ever had before. For Greg, after such prolonged agony, it felt so good, so very good, to come inside of her.

They practiced it more the next two days, over and over and over, until Greg obeyed, without any prompting. "I want the Hive to control my brain! Control it! Control my body! Do anything you like with it! Aaaaaaah!" He cried, as his rider finally permitted him to climax, spurting his seed inside the woman he loved.

Afterwards, as Greg and Elizabeth lay together, Darlene smiled. "Doesn't it feel so good, to want to have the Hive control your brain, Dad?'

"Yes, It does," said Greg, with a relaxed post-orgasmic smile. "But what does it all mean? I thought they weren't really going to change me."

"Don't worry about that," said Darlene. "Just think about how good it feels to say it. Doesn't it, Mom?"

"Yes," said Elizabeth softly, toying with his Greg's penis. She never knew the idea of having Greg altered could be so sexually arousing.

And then they just fell into it without thinking. Greg knew that in order to achieve an orgasm, he had to say he wanted the Hive to control his brain, and for Elizabeth, she had to hear him say it. And so day after day Greg would shout it out, and their riders would flood them with sexual arousal, and they would climax hysterically on that thought.

The next change came on the sixth day, when Darlene whispered something in Elizabeth's ear, Elizabeth nodded, and smoothly mounted Greg's stiff organ. She started to ride him, but this time she said something new. "You want a spider in your brain."

"What?" said Greg.

"Say it, Dad!" Darlene commanded.

"No..." Greg breathed, trying to refuse it.

"Say it!" Darlene said again.

Greg was horrified, but by now he had he couldn't resist. As he felt his rider moving around in his head, the words just flowed out of him. "I... I want a spider in my brain," Greg repeated. He gasped with pleasure immediately. He felt the repulsion, but also intense sexual pleasure, courtesy of his rider, which was pulsating wildly on his back.

"Make him say it again, Mom," said Darlene.

Elizabeth said it again, staring into Greg's eyes, through his insect mask. "You want a spider in your brain."

Greg stared into Elizabeth's insect mask. "I want a spider in my brain."

She started to pole faster now. "You want it taking over your brain, controlling you."

Part of Greg didn't want it, but the sexual desire was too strong. Very quickly he associated sexual pleasure with the idea of having a spider put inside his head. His penis, roughly stimulated by Elizabeth's vagina, felt like it was going to explode, but couldn't! "I want it, I want it!"

"Want what? What do you want, Dad!" Darlene cried.

"I want a spider in my brain! I want a spider controlling me!"

Elizabeth gasped as she heard the words, staring straight at his insect mask. So did Greg, staring at her's. That was enough to send them both over the edge. Elizabeth had the strongest orgasm of her life, and so did Greg, as his penis exploded deep inside of her.

Elizabeth collapsed on top of Greg. "It feels so good, imagining you changed like that."

"It does, it really does," said Greg. That had been some of the best sex of his life.

"And it only gets better, Dad," Darlene grinned, as she headed for the door.

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Only two more days of reinforcement were needed. When Darlene came over, two days later, she found both of them, with their insect masks on begging, pleading to have him changed.

"When can I get a spider in my brain?" Greg asked.

"Please, please change him now," Elizabeth begged.

"You want a spider in your brain? Darlene asked.

"Yes, oh yes, please," said Greg, rubbing his penis in his pants.

"And you, Elizabeth, do you want Greg's mind, completely under our control?" Darlene asked.

"Yes, yes, please!" she cried, her hand rubbing her clit vigorously.

"Imagine it, both of you. Imagine insects in Greg's brain, draining it dry. Imagine a spider, sinking into his head, completely controlling him, taking him over, making him wholly ours, forever and ever," said Darlene. "Imagine it! Hearing Greg scream as he's wiped clean, as the Hive takes control of his mind and body, as a new Greg is born out of the ashes of the old!"

"Oooooh!" said Elizabeth, crying out with a tremendous orgasm under her busy hand.

"Aaaah!" cried Greg, as he came inside his pants.

Darlene knew they were both ready.

They got into their air car and drove to the cave. A kernel of doubt dwelled in Elizabeth's mind. She wanted Greg to be changed, that was for sure, but didn't Darlene promise them initially that Greg would not be changed? Was it really a good idea for Greg's brain to be taken over by a spider? She thought it was, but something inside her felt a little ambivalent.

These thoughts nagged her, but didn't stop her from disrobing promptly just inside the entrance to the cave as quickly as Greg did. She and Greg obediently followed Darlene into the cave, going wherever she took them.

Darlene brought them to a chamber bathed in bright green light. There was a chair there, and some kind of alien apparatus or life form above it. She gestured for Greg to sit in the chair.