Bred by the Hive Ch. 16

Marion had never been there, and Chloe didn't give her any directions, but somehow she knew where the cave was, on the outskirts of her hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina, in a densely forested woods. The old Marion would never have gone into a forest all alone. She certainly would not have gone into a dark cave. She paused as she looked at the dark entrance. She could see a faint green glow from inside. She felt a tingling in her clitoris.

Marion entered the cave.

The green glow grew brighter and provided illumination. Just inside was an alcove of sorts, with stacks of neatly and not so neatly folded clothes.

A tall redhead stepped out of the shadows. It took Marion a few seconds to realize she was completely nude.

"Welcome. I am Heather," said the tall woman, stepping forward. Every step was a sensuous movement, as the pubic hair between her legs was rubbed by her thighs. "And you must be Marion."

Marion nodded nervously.

Heather smiled beautifully. "We've been expecting you. I've heard so much about you, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you," she said.

She gently pressed her lips against Marion, sending a tingling up and down her body. "Do you know why you are here?"

"I... I am to be trained," said Marion, biting her lip. "I need to be trained," she added, with an imperative she didn't know she felt.

Heather nodded sympathetically. "I know. How I wish I could be like you, receiving my very first training."

"You... you're like me?" Marion asked.

Heather nodded. She turned around. In the dim light Marion could see the rider on Heather's back. But Heather's rider was larger, much larger than Marion's, covering even part of her shoulder blades and extending halfway down her back. It was thick, very thick, and had three prominent golden bands.

"It's so big," Marion whispered, as Heather turned around again and smiled. "Will mine get that big?"

"If you're lucky," said Heather. "But first we must begin with your training. Why don't you start by removing your clothes?" She saw the reticence on Marion's face. "There's no need to be shy here."

Marion nodded and started undressing. She took off her blouse. "What is this place?"

"This is the Hive. One of many," said Heather. She watched Marion remove her bra. Except for Chloe's family, Marion had never undressed in front of anyone else before, except for Paul, of course. But somehow it came easier now that she had a mature rider on her back. She barely hesitated as she removed her skirt and her panties, but she was still moved by Heather's reaction, by her awe-filled stare.

"You are such a beauty!" said Heather

Marion smiled shyly, and Heather gave her a warm hug. Chloe had hugged her briefly when they had been naked, but not like this. Marion blushed as she felt Heather's large breasts press against her own melons. Heather's pubic hair tickled Marion's vulva. For the briefest of moments they grinded against each other and Marion gasped. Heather gave her a knowing look as if there was more to come. Marion's rider calmed her, pulsating warmly and reassuringly on her back.

"And you're fertile too, from what I hear. You've had what, two children?"

"Three," said Marion stiffly.

Heather ran a hand down her body. "How old are they?"

Marion tried to concentrate as Heather caressed her. "Ryan is 20... Rachel is 19... and Susan is 18...."

"Oh, I look forward to meeting them. If they are as beautiful as you, they will make wonderful additions to the Hive."

"No!" Marion cried, and it wasn't just from Heather's roving hand. "I... I submitted myself to protect my children!"

"Of course," Heather said, her face impassive. "Follow me, please."

She turned, showing Marion her triple banded rider, big and heavy on her back, almost as big as her large firm buttocks, and walked deeper into the cave. After a split second of hesitation, Marion followed.

The old Marion would never have walked completely nude in a public place. And yet here she was, completely nude with her breasts and pubic hair sticking out, walking deeper into the green lit cave with a calmness that seemed unnatural to her. She knew she was here to be used, to serve the Hive. The thought excited and terrified her, and yet she kept walking. Forward, she felt the tendrils in her head commanding. And so Marion walked deeper into the cave, following Heather to lead her to her fate. Her mind was filled with fear and anticipation.

They passed underneath the Hive Mind. Marion felt intimidated by it, staring down at her with its big multiplex eyes. She heard the sounds of alien insects chittering, of "Momomomomom", of yells and moans, both of agony and of delight. She took it all in with trepidation and wonder.

Marion was taken to a chamber which seemed to have some kind of scientific equipment in it. Green was the main color here--the lights, the walls, even the floors. And much of it seemed alive.

Heather studied Marion, who stood obediently at attention, waiting to be used. Marion's breasts stuck out, and her legs were casually spread. She had a blank expression on her face as she awaited further instructions. A few days ago, standing naked in public would have been unthinkable for Marion. But now she was HiveFlesh, here to serve and expand the Hive.

Heather felt a stirring between her own legs at she studied Marion's large breasts. Marion had the largest, reddest areolas she had ever seen. Under the bright lights of the Hive Marion's breasts and well-rounded ass were bright green, an effect which was oddly erotic. "Chloe said you were beautiful, but you are simply gorgeous. I think your body is going to be an incredible reproductive asset to the Hive." said Heather.

"Thank you," said Marion softly.

Heather reached out and touched Marion's breasts, one at a time. "They're quite large. Mmmmm."

Marion squirmed under her touch and smiled shyly.

Heather looked down. She could just barely make out the narrow slit nestled in the large furry triangle between Marion's legs. Heather's hand moved down and cupped her hairy pubis. Marion jumped slightly as Heather inserted a finger into her. "The boys are going to just love you. And so will the girls."

She grinned as she saw Marion look startled and turn red. Despite her recent conversion, Marion was still shy about such things.

Heather turned Marion around, and studied her ass... as well as her rider. "I see your rider has just gotten its first band. How does that make you feel?" Heather asked.

"Good," said Marion promptly. "I love my rider. I love being part of the Hive."

"Wonderful," said Heather. "We're going to start by having you copulate with one of our regulars."

"Copulate?" Marion asked. "You mean... sleep with him?"

"We do not use euphemisms like 'sleep' in the Hive," said Heather. "If you are having sex with someone, we call it having sex. If you are to have your eggs fertilized, we call it fertilization."

"I... I...." Marion bowed her head.

"You're shy about sex, aren't you?" Heather asked.

"I... I've only been with one man in my life. My husband," said Marion.

"I understand completely," said Heather. "Your body, your sexuality, is very personal to you. You don't feel comfortable sharing it with others. You probably had a hard time just giving yourself to your husband."

"Yes, I do," said Marion, brightening. Heather understood! She felt a ray of hope cut through the fear permeating her.

"And in your old life, you could afford to feel that way," said Heather. "You could hide your sexuality under layers of clothes, and live a semi-platonic life with your husband. But you're in the Hive, now." She put a hand on Marion's, and looked into her eyes. "Tell me, Marion, what is your purpose?"

Marion answered promptly. "To be fertilized. To incubate eggs. To spread the Hive."

"And do you think you can do that just by having sex with Paul twice a week?"

She knew Paul's name. Marion shook her head.

"Of course not. That's why you've got to adapt to our ways. You have to give your body to others, to spread the Hive. You see that, don't you?"

Marion nodded. She had very contradictory feelings. On the one hand, part of her was still the shy, reserved housewife she had been for nearly 20 years. Part of her still couldn't even imagine having sex with anyone else other than Paul.

On the other hand, she realized she was part of the Hive now, and the Hive had its own needs, needs much more important than Marion's, and it was her duty to use her vagina to serve those needs. If the Hive needed her to make love to men, even to be impregnated by them, she would do it. The two contradictory feelings coexisted uneasily in her head.

Heather paused a moment, staring at her closely. "I was going to turn you over to the first tester who was available. But maybe... there's something I can do for you. We have a special young man. He's very gentle, very understanding, very sensitive, especially with people who have recently joined the Hive. Would that make things easier for you?"

"Oh, yes!" said Marion. Her rider flooded her body with a surge of gratitude. She had been so worried that she was going to be given to just some man, a man who would do anything to her, without any consideration for her feelings-

"But if I pair the two of you together, you have to perform, you do understand that, don't you?"

Marion bit her lip, then slowly nodded.

"All right then. Come with me," said Heather. She stood up and escorted Marion to another chamber.

Thoughts were whirling inside of Marion's head. She knew she was going to have to have sex with someone, probably the first of many someones. That is what was meant by being HiveFlesh. But the part of her mind that was still her own was worried and anxious about it. To share her body with another man, to let him deep inside of her-

They came to a chamber with a spongy floor. Inside stood one person, a naked man. The first thing Marion noticed was how tall and handsome he was. And muscular! He looked like a bodybuilder. He had big muscles and large shoulders. But from his face, and the way he looked away when he saw Marion's nude body, she sensed that he was as anxious as she was. Maybe even more so.

"Marion, this is Eduardo. Eduardo, this is Marion, the wonderful new addition to the Hive I was telling you about. Her rider just got its first band yesterday. She's still a little shy and afraid."

"There's no need to be afraid," said Eduardo. He reached out and gently took Marion's hand and kissed it. She shivered and blinked rapidly, and found herself smiling at him.

"Marion has agreed to copulate with you, Eduardo, to demonstrate her obedience to the Hive. Haven't you, Marion?"

Marion nodded, and managed to whisper, "Yes."

Marion felt his eyes on her body. She blushed. He was so handsome. And his penis! Even flaccid, she could see it was bigger than Paul's.

Much bigger.

"All right, Heather, I think we can take it from here," said Eduardo.

Heather nodded and left.

"Come and sit down with me," said Eduardo, indicating the spongy floor.

Marion hesitantly sat down next to him. She realized she was completely nude with another man. Before she had taken a rider, she would have been mortified to be in a situation like this.

Eduardo admired Marion's body. Her face was slender and beautiful, and she had dark wavy hair down to her shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and hung downwards, which some men didn't find attractive, but Eduardo found them to still be ripe and firm. Her thick triangular pubic bush excited him, and he knew he would enjoy entering the slit nestled down there.

"You're a shy girl, aren't you?" Eduardo asked, stroking her hair.

"A little," said Marion, in a child-like voice. "It's just... this is all so new to me."

"Of course it is," said Eduardo, still touching her hair. "But everything is going to be all right. You know that, don't you?"

Marion nodded, with a scared look in her eyes.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

Marion nodded. "I am a good girl! I love my husband so much, Eduardo."

"I know you do," Eduardo said with real empathy. Eduardo's hands started to roam her arms and her shoulders. And then one hand reached out for one of her breasts. Marion shuddered ever so slightly, but didn't pull away. Eduardo gently caressed Marion's heavy mounds from the bottom up. He was pleased to see that Marion didn't resist. "So fine.... so beautiful," he whispered, looking at Marion sensually. "Your husband must love you very much."

"I've only been with one man for 20 years, Eduardo. I've always been faithful to Paul," said Marion, acutely aware that she was letting a strange man fondle and touch her breasts.

"And does Paul touch you like this?" Eduardo inquired. He started to squeeze Marion's breasts more firmly, rubbing experimentally, taunting, teasing, fingering.

"Yes," she gasped. "Sometimes."

"Good girl," he said, starting to squeeze them hard. "What a very good girl you're being."

Marion smiled shyly and looked downwards as Eduardo progressed to squeezing her breasts more firmly, with less hesitation, to show her that he was in control of her body now. He then started to tease her nipples "Your nipples look so delicate, so soft. Do you like when they are sucked?"

Marion was speechless. "I... I don't know. I like when Paul sucks them, but-"

"Let's find out," Eduardo smiled. And then he reached over and put one in his mouth.

Marion groaned as Eduardo sucked on one of her titties. She lay back and made small "oh... oh... oh..." sounds as he pleasured her. She watched as another man pleasure her with his mouth, a man who wasn't her husband. Part of her mind reacted with alarm, but another part filled her with satisfaction. When he pulled out, her wet nipple came out with a pop, long and red and juicy.

"Did I suck them like Paul did?" Eduardo asked.

"Yes," said Marion, reddening.

Eduardo's hands moved lower, to her belly, to her legs, and then to the black hairy forest between her legs. She blocked him with one of her hands, but he gave her a steely gaze and said, "Do good girls block my hand?"

"No," said Marion, after a pause. She slowly let her hand drop away.

"Good," Eduardo smiled.

Marion felt his hand working through her dark pubic bush. She knew exactly where it was going, down, down... and then she almost jumped as she felt a finger on her clit.

"No, please," she said, almost jumping up.

"Shhh," said Eduardo.

Marion watched helplessly as Eduardo moved a hand to her nether lips, gently tracing along the edges. The loudest sound she could hear was her own breath. All her mind was focused on the sensation, of being touched so sensuously down there.

"Eduardo, I love my husband so much," Marion whispered.

"I know you do," Eduardo smiled. And then, ever so slowly, Eduardo inserted a delicate, probing finger deep inside of Marion's vagina.

Marion involuntarily took a sharp breath and stiffened, thrusting out her large melons. But she didn't try to pull back or remove his hand. She sat there and let him do as he liked to her. She had to comply. The Hive demanded it.

Eduardo enjoyed her reaction, and her lack of resistance. "What a good little girl," he murmured into Marion's ear, as he worked her finger in and out, in and out, admiring Marion's heaving breasts and sweaty pubic bush.

"I've always been faithful to Paul," Marion whispered, even as she was penetrated by Eduardo's twisting finger.

"I am sure of that," said Eduardo. He looked into Marion's eyes as his finger slid in and out of her nether slit. "You're the perfectly faithful wife, aren't you, Marion?"

"Yes I am... yessss," Marion said, suddenly sucking for air as Eduardo stimulated her vagina. Every moment of Eduardo's finger was electric. Eduardo could see the attraction growing in Marion's eyes. Slowly but surely, Eduardo was making Marion his.

"Tell me more about Paul," Eduardo said.

"What... what would you like to know?" Marion asked. Talking about Paul while Eduardo was masturbating her was so surreal!

Eduardo took one of her dainty hands and put it on his penis. Marion felt a jolt go through her body. She was touching another man's sexual organ. She looked shyly at Eduardo as she realized a new way she was betraying her husband.

Eduardo could seem to read her mind with his eyes. "Show me how you touch him."

Marion shook her head. "No, please-"

"Touch it. Stroke it," he implored her.

Marion felt her rider hot on her back and heavy in her mind. She felt the tremendous urge to stroke him. Marion hesitantly started to rub her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. She felt it getting hard under her touch.

"It likes you," Eduardo said, with a smile.

"It... it does?" Marion couldn't help but get excited by the rapidly stiffening organ in her hands.

"It likes you. And I do too." He pressed his lips against her. Marion moaned. When he pulled back he whispered. "Make me hard, Marion. Make me hard enough to make love to you."

Marion nodded even as her face felt hot and she felt a confusing buzzing in her head. She started stroking him rapidly. She was participating, now, helping Eduardo get hard enough to help her break her marital vows.

She looked down at his organ of male reproduction. It was stiffening, making little jerking motions as if it were a living organism with a mind of its own, become harder and stiffer. Soon it was pointing rigidly at her at a 45 degree angle, framed by the dark pubic hair behind it, and the heavy balls hanging underneath.

"Do you like it when Paul gets hard under your touch, Marion?"

"Yes," she whispered. But she knew that they weren't talking about Paul. She continued to stroke his stiffening shaft.

"Do you know where this is going to go, Marion?" Eduardo whispered.

Marion nodded. "Inside me." Her fingers trembled as she felt how hard he had become.

"Do you want me to put it inside you, Marion?" Eduardo asked.

Marion nodded again. "The Hive... the Hive demands it. But... I'm afraid."

Eduardo took her hand and used it to stroke his penis more insistently, making her cup his shaft and balls. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Penises are meant to sooth and please. They are meant to make girls like you very happy."

Marion eyed the long, stiff organ. "But.... it's so big. And my husband Paul...." her voice trailed off.

"You've never had a man this big inside of you," Eduardo said. It wasn't a question.

"Never," Marion whispered.

"It will be all right," Eduardo assured her. "Everything will be all right."

He got on top of her, and for a brief moment Marion saw his penis hanging down above her. His penis looked so long, and his balls so big! And then Eduardo pressed his muscular chest against her breasts, which felt so rugged and masculine against her soft feminine flesh. And further down... Marion felt his thing starting to rub against her pubic hair. It felt like a hard bar of manhood. Could she really fit all that inside of her? She knew that she would have no choice. The Hive demanded it.

Eduardo moved his lips close to hers. Marion, trembling, opened her mouth slightly, and let Eduardo press his lips against hers. Eduardo's lips felt soft and soothing. The kiss seemed to go on and on. Marion, perhaps encouraged by her rider, found herself pressing her body against his. His muscular chest felt so good against her breasts. And his thing... Marion could sense it was stirring on its own, vibrating, as it pressed against her pubic hair. It felt a little like a serpent, slithering in her small black forest, looking for a special place, a place where it could do its business.

Part of her mind still resisted what was happening, but her rider flooded her with an imperative... as well as urgent need.