Bred by the Hive Ch. 21

Marion grinned.

Ryan's training had begun.

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Ryan's rider permitted him to climax after an exhausting one hour training session. As Ryan lay next to his mother, arm and arm, feeling blissfully drained, he said, "Will it always be like this?"

Her mother looked at her teenage son. "No, son. It will only get even better."

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The following evening when Marion entered Ryan's bedroom she smiled as she saw Ryan wearing a bathrobe, the same as her.

Excellent.

"Hey Ryan," She purred, as she sat down by his side.

"Hey Mom," he said, his heart immediately starting to beat rapidly.

"Don't you want to give your sexy Mom a kiss?"

Ryan leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Marion responded. "Umm, that was good," she said.

"Where's Dad?" Ryan asked.

"Off getting fucked by Chloe and who knows else," said Marion, giving a grin. "Are you ready to make love to me, son?"

"I... yes," said Ryan awkwardly.

Marion took off her robe. Her teats got hard as she heard Ryan gasp. And then Ryan took off his own bathrobe. He had such a young, firm handsome body. And... he was already erect.

"What do you have for me there, son?" she asked, fondling his penis casually. In just two days it had become casual.

"You... you excite me, Mom," said Ryan, in an increasingly confident tone.

Excellent.

Marion laughed, feeling as free as a bird, as she rubbed her body against her sexy 19 year old son. She had never imagined she would have sex with a 19 year old, much less her very sexy son! It was only one of many gifts the Hive had given her. Ryan, feeling intensely aroused by the roughness of her pubic bush against his erect organ, moved to grab her, but Marion pulled back suddenly. "Are you sure, son? I mean, is it right what we're doing?" She gave him a teasing grin.

"Mom!" said Ryan. He took her in his arms and kissed her hard.

Marion kissed him back. When he pulled back, Marion said, "That felt good. But are you sure we should be doing this?" She felt his stiff erection pressing against her pubis. She grinded her pubic hair against the sensitive head of his shaft and smiled as he groaned.

Ryan was wild with desire, and to Marion's credit his rider was only partially responsible. "No, Mom, but I need you so much!" he cried.

Marion cackled as she grinded against him roughly. "Then put it in me, son, and we can enjoy the wrongness of it together."

The warmth of her body, her smile, all of it was too much for Ryan. He pulled her down to the bed, spread her legs, and then entered her in one smooth motion, like a diver starved for ocean water.

Then he started pumping her like mad.

"Aaaaah," said Marion. She wrapped her arms around him as she felt her son moving inside her. "That's it, son, keep moving back and forth, back and forth, just like that. Help nourish your rider with your exertions. Your master."

Ryan gasped. His penis felt like it was going to explode. But it couldn't, not until his rider said so, and he knew it. "My... master."

"Yes, son, your master. Keep moving dear. Help make your master stronger." Marion smiled as she felt Ryan moving more and more vigorously inside her. Excellent. "And then, after we've gone over a few training key phrases, you can tell me once more how wrong this all is."

As Ryan stared at his mother's wolfish smile, he realized he was trapped. He kept pounding her even as Marion issued the first phrase for him to repeat.

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After that, Ryan gave in to the inevitable without further protest. He freely had sex with Marion, twice a day as she requested, always being on top, always getting the maximum workout to help his rider grow strong as rapidly as possible.

Ryan loved having sex with his sexy Mom. He kissed and sucked on her breasts, he plowed between her legs, and he cried out when he reached his orgasm. He found it so intoxicating to come inside of her and fill her with his seed. Marion had to quiet him down so that Rachel and Susan wouldn't hear. Eventually she decided to have sex with him in the master bedroom, which was farther away from the girls' rooms.

But as Ryan plowed between her legs on her marital bed, the bed where only she and Paul... she and Paul... Marion had a sudden flash of how unmoored she had become from her traditional values. Here she was, lying on her back in her husband's bed, having sex with her son, while her husband was off bonding sexually with her sister.

But the thought vanished almost as quickly as it came. It was replaced with pure pleasure, and the certainty that she was working for the greater good, to expand the Hive. As Ryan thrust inside of her vagina, Marion realized that she had wholly accepted the situation. She was proud that she was enslaving her son for the Hive. She grasped his firm buttocks as he pounded into her and smiled. His body would be used to inseminate many fine young women, to bring them into the Hive, to fertilize them and help the Hive expand and grow stronger.

But if Ryan no longer resisted working to strengthen his rider, he still resisted in other ways. Marion instinctively knew that their intercourse had to be accompanied by conditioning. She had watched Chloe begin to drill Paul on the key phrases, but they came to her mind anyway, courtesy of her rider.

"You want to be controlled," said Marion.

Ryan grunted as he thrusted into her warm, willing vagina. He had had sex with his mother four times, and each time had been better than the time before. He couldn't get enough of her large, sexy tits or moist pink love hole between her muscular athletic legs.

"You want to be controlled," said Marion sternly. "Say it!"

"I want to be controlled," Ryan mumbled, as he continued to make love to her.

"You want your rider to grow stronger," said Marion.

"I...." Ryan gasped.

"Say it!"

"I want my rider to grow stronger," Ryan repeated.

Ryan obeyed, but reluctantly. And even when he said the key phrases, he didn't seem to mean them. After two days of this, Marion went over to Chloe's for advice. She found Chloe in her bedroom. Paul was plowing between her legs.

"If this is a bad time-" said Marion.

"No, come in, by all means. The Hive can multitask, why can't I?" Chloe grinned.

Marion realized how things had changed. Before she would have been enraged to see her husband making love to her sister. Now she was apologetic about interrupting them during sex. She watched the muscles in Paul's buttocks flexing back and forth as he pounded into her sister. She could see the rider, glistening on his back, and the strong outlines of his first band.

"Paul, you're being rude. Say hello to Marion."

Paul looked up for half a second. "Hello, Marion," he grunted, and then returned to his work.

"You'll have to forgive dear Paul. Social niceties aren't high up on the list of essential characteristics for a fertilization drone."

A fertilization drone. That's what Paul had become.

"What can I do for you, dearest?" Chloe asked. There wasn't a trace of malice in her voice.

Marion tried to block out what Paul was doing and told her of her problems with Ryan. "I'm training him, but he's resisting. But that's not really a long term problem, right? I mean, once his rider matures and he gets his first band, everything will be all right, won't it?"

Chloe put a hand on Paul. "Paul, take a break," she said quietly. Paul obediently pulled out of Chloe. His penis was stiff and glistening and red and he was gasping and sweaty. He didn't even glance towards Marion as he went to get a towel. Marion watched the muscles in his ass move as he walked away for a moment.

Chloe looked at Marion. "When Ryan gets his first band, everything may be all right. But then again, maybe it won't."

"What do you mean?" Marion asked. "When the rider matures, its host is under the control of the rider, isn't that so?"

"Control." Chloe made a face and shook her head as Paul, looking sweaty and very fuckable, his penis still fully erect, offered her a towel. "It's more accurate to say that the host is under the influence of her rider. But then, that influence starts the moment the rider is first implanted. It simply grows stronger with each banded ring."

"But...." Marion thought back rapidly. "When I first got my rider, I was having sex with men. A lot of men. I... I opened myself to my rider. I let it change me."

"And so you did. You were a model host, dear," Chloe smiled at her. "Your husband Paul, even more so. I've brought dozens of people into the Hive but rarely have I seen any so obedient and eager to please as you two."

Marion blushed. Had she given in too easily? For some reason the thought unsettled her.

"When Ryan's rider reaches the first stage of maturity, it could be that he will settle down and accept the dominion of the Hive," said Chloe. "But then again, he may not. It's been known to happen, sometimes."

"What... what would happen then?" Marion asked.

Chloe shrugged. "He might be consumed."

"Consumed?"

"Used as protein in the Hive. Riders without hosts have to eat, dear."

Marion's jaw dropped open. She shook her head. "No... not my Ryan." She reached forward and clasped Chloe's hand. "Please. You're my sister and I love you. Help me."

Chloe sighed. She turned to Paul. "Paul, what do you think?"

Paul shrugged. "Let the Hive consume him."

"Paul!" Marion yelled. "He's your son! How can you say that?"

Paul shrugged as he shamelessly masturbated himself in front of her, jerking on his penis to get it hard again. "We're all meat for the Hive."

Marion felt tension in her chest as she turned back to Chloe. She feared that Chloe and through her the Hive was rapidly coming to a decision, a decision which would harm Ryan forever. She could almost imagine the wheels turning in Chloe's head, or the rider on her back making decisions for her, slowly coming to the conclusion that Ryan should be liquidated....

"Wait!" she said. "Just give me a few more days. I'll make him obedient HiveFlesh. I promise."

Chloe shrugged, and then nodded.

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Marion didn't have sex with Ryan for a full day. That didn't sound like a very long time, except that Ryan's rider was stimulating him unmercifully. He walked around with an erection so large that even the girls noticed and started giggling and teasing him about it. He confronted Marion in her bedroom about it.

"Mom, why won't you let me make love to you?" Ryan whined.

"Because you're not serious about joining the Hive," said Marion.

Ryan looked at Marion. After having her sexually four times, he had to have her again. He simply had to. His rider was driving him mad with arousal. He would have slept with Rachel or Susan, if they would have had him. But Marion was the only one who would let him release inside of her.

"I am serious!" Ryan insisted.

Marion put her hands on her hips provocatively, making her breasts stick out. "Prove it, Ryan."

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Ten minutes later, Ryan was obediently plunging between her legs, repeating everything she told him.

"You love having your mind controlled." Marion looked sternly into Ryan's eyes.

"I... I love having my mind controlled." Ryan helplessly repeated the words. The sexual pleasure was so intense. He felt helpless to obey.

"Do you mean it, Ryan?"

His mother's vagina felt so slick, so wonderful. "Yes!" Ryan growled. "I love having my mind controlled! I love it!" He groaned with pleasure as his rider directly stimulated his nipples and shaft.

Marion smiled, and it wasn't just from the movements of his shaft inside her.

"You want your rider to control you."

"I want my rider to control me!"

"You want to serve the Hive."

"I want to serve the Hive!"

Marion's eyes sparkled. "Do you Ryan, do you really?"

'Yes!" he growled, kissing her hard.

As Marion felt Ryan's penis maneuvering inside of her she reached around him to gently stroke the immature rider on his back. Its skin felt soft and sticky in parts, but hard in others. Ryan groaned with pleasure.

"You like that?" she asked, stroking his rider softly.

"Yessss," he hissed.

Slowly a smile started to appear on Marion's face as Ryan repeated what she was saying with more and more enthusiasm. As Ryan repeated the phrases, she could see that more and more he believed what he was saying. It was unavoidable. Every time he spoke, he received positive sexual reinforcement, clarifying another pathway in his brain. Soon he would be completely conditioned to do whatever the Hive wanted. Sometime Marion would spur him on, saying 'convince me', and he would growl and repeat his conditioning line with aggressive vigor.

"I want to be enslaved! I want to be a tool of reproduction!" Ryan growled.

"Not so loud," Marion hissed. "Your sisters might hear."

"Fuck them!" said Ryan. "After I'm done with you, I'll fuck them all and bring them into the Hive!"

Marion was pleased and horrified. Pleased, because Ryan finally seemed to be falling under the control of the Hive. But horrified because she didn't want Susan or Rachel brought into it. Marion's mind was still curiously bifurcated on the issue. She loved the Hive with all her might, and yet still felt a protectiveness towards her two daughters. The Hive was perfect for her and Ryan... but not for Susan and Rachel.

"You will do whatever the Hive tells you to, Ryan, not more and not less," said Marion sternly.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, winking at her.

Marion shivered. Ryan had the same face and eyes as Paul.

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After Ryan's rider had been nourished on his exertions, and he was allowed to climax, they lay in bed together and cuddled, which was Marion's second favorite part of their time together... her favorite being conditioning his mind to serve the Hive.

"Mom?" said Ryan.

"Yes, dear?" said Marion. She played with his penis. Even flaccid it fascinated her. Ryan had the same pubic hair as Paul.

"What will happen... when my master matures?" Ryan was making progress. He didn't call his rider a thing or a creature anymore. He called it master. And he referred to it as "maturing". Truly excellent.

"It will have more control over you," said Marion. All the tension was drained from her now. She knew that Ryan was going to be controlled by the Hive now, and wouldn't be consumed. Still she saw a flicker of doubt cross his face. "Soon you will be under its complete control, and you'll love every minute of it," she said, giving him a quick kiss. Ryan's penis had felt so hard inside of her. Harder than Paul's had been in years.

She fondled his penis, and felt it come alive under her hand. "You felt so good in me, Ryan. The best I've ever had."

"Better than Dad?"

Marion nodded. "You are like your father was 20 years ago." She continued to fondle his shaft, more vigorously now.

Her words, her touch inflamed Ryan. "Mom!" he said, kissing her strongly. "Was I really that good?"

"Um hm," said Marion. "Feeling your long hard thing inside of me, coming in me... I loved every minute of it, Ryan."

Suddenly Ryan was on top of her, mounting her again, and fumbled with his penis for the entrance to her vagina.

"Ryan!" she cried.

"I can't help it, Mom! I need it, Mom. I need you," he said. He inserted himself into his mother and began the ritual of reproduction. The thought of strengthening his rider didn't stop Ryan from fiercely poling in and out of Marion's warm, moist vagina. It felt so good, nothing could make him stop, not even the knowledge that his exertions were helping his rider enslave his mind.

"I want to be controlled! I want my rider to control me!" Ryan said.

Marion's eyes widened. Ryan was saying the scripted phrases now without even prompting. Her baby boy was falling under the influence of the Hive! She smiled sweetly at him and rotated her hips, making him groan.

"Oh Mom!" Ryan gasped. "I want to be controlled!" He repeated again. He gasped again. "What... what will happen when it controls me more, Mom?"

"Oh, it will feel so good, so very good, dear," Marion assured him, restraining a moan. Ryan's shaft was rubbing against her clitoris wonderfully as he moved in and out of her. "You'll be controlled... and your body will be used... and you'll be made to do things...."

"That doesn't sound so good," said Ryan. But he didn't stop poling in and out of Marion. He couldn't stop.

"You'll see. You'll be made to do things, things with your body.... with your penis... you'll be made to fertilize a lot of girls... probably a lot of sexy girls..."

"I'm going to have sex with a lot of women?" Ryan asked, disbelievingly, even as he thrusted into her.

"Yes!" Marion said, as Ryan pounded into her. The thought of Ryan, fertilizing to serve the Hive, excited her without end. She smiled as she thought of him pounding into a gorgeous hot blonde.

"Maybe Rachel? Or Susan?" Ryan asked, as he continued to move in and out of her.

"No, oh no," said Marion.

"Yes," said Ryan. "Everyone joins the Hive, sooner or later. My rider told me that. Imagine me making love to Rachel while you watched."

"Oooooh!" Marion groaned. Her rider fed her an image of Ryan, on top of Rachel, neatly impaling her eldest daughter with his thick shaft.

What had she done? Marion suddenly realized that by bringing Ryan into the Hive, she had opened up an avenue for the Hive to use Ryan to take Rachel and Susan.

Ryan was relentless, both with the movements of his penis and the vision he was implanting in her mind. "Imagine me putting it into her while I make a new master for her mind."

Marion groaned again. It was too late to go back now. Ryan had a rider on her back, courtesy of her. She had created a tool the Hive could use to corrupt her daughters. Marion's rider fed her images of Rachel's slender body, holding on to Ryan for dear life as he pounded into her, as a new rider sizzled into being on Ryan's back, a rider made by a loving brother for a loving sister, who had become nothing more than sexual tools to serve a higher cause-

"Imagine my dick, deep in her cunt, as a new master I made from my own flesh and blood takes control of her mind and her body-"

"Aaaaaaah!" As Marion imagined her daughter being taken, Marion cried out in agony and joy. An enormous orgasm radiated outwards over her entire body. Ryan's turn came a few moments later. He gasped as he filled his sexy mother with his seed. His rider pulsated exactly five times, one, two, three, four, five, and Ryan sent exactly five ropes of heavy sperm shooting into his mother's unprotected womb.

As they lay together, enjoying the joyous release of sexual tension, they smiled appreciatively at each other. Marion realized that while she was training Ryan, Ryan, in a way, was also training her. Part of her knew that the girls would eventually be taken. It was only a matter of time.

But somehow the thought didn't worry her as much as it could have. Her thick double banded rider filled her with a sense of accomplishment. Marion turned Ryan over and looked at his rider. It was getting bigger. And thicker. Soon it would take more control over him. The hard part was over. She smiled contently.

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Even as Ryan's training continued, Marion had sternly warned her son that they couldn't let Rachel or Susan know what they were doing.

They had just completed their sixth lovemaking session after Ryan had had his rider implanted, and Marion was playing with his penis; she was pleased to see it was hardening again quickly.

"Why do we have to sneak around? Can't we just bring Rachel and Susan into the Hive?" Ryan asked.

Marion looked at Ryan sharply. "No." Marion dimly remembered that the main reason she had agreed to take a rider was to protect Rachel and Susan. Had she also done it to protect Paul and Ryan? That part was increasingly unclear.