Bred by the Hive Ch. 33

Hannah looked up, looking so nude, so submissive, so helpless, and said, in a very soft voice, "My name is Hannah Stinson. I come here today to rededicate myself to the Hive." She felt all eyes on her, on her bright red hair, her heavy breasts, her pubic triangle and her slender, muscular thighs.

"Very good, Hannah," said Eduardo. "Would you like to continue your training?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to continue to give your body to the Hive?"

"Yes," she said, her head bowed.

Even as Carl felt uncomfortable, he felt a stirring in his erect shaft. Hannah was totally nude, totally vulnerable, and had just announced she wanted to give her body to the Hive. She was so submissive, so obedient, that Carl's penis started to ache. He had to acknowledge that whatever the Hive was turning Hannah into, it was something that in a way he found increasingly attractive.

"Hannah, how do you feel about me?" Eduardo asked.

"I love you," said Hannah earnestly, her eyes shining. The way she said that, standing naked in front of Eduardo, her heavy breasts and pubic triangle just there for the taking, made Carl wince. But it also caused a tingling in his shaft.

"And what of Carl?" Eduardo asked.

"What of him?" said Hannah, almost dismissively.

"Do you still love him?"

"I...." Hannah faltered for a moment. She felt the warmth of the rider on her back and in her mind. "Yes. But the needs of the Hive come first."

Eduardo nodded approvingly and extended his arms. Hannah obediently flew into them. They hugged and kissed to tremendous applause.

Carl felt a world a world of pain. When they had first arrived here, mere days ago, they were lovers. They were going to be married. And now, Hannah had clearly chosen Eduardo to replace him as her lover.

He saw her banded rider pulsating strongly as they embraced. The Hive was taking control of her. It had taken over her brain, step by step, and was taking her away from him. Away from him, and towards Eduardo, and whatever else he had planned for her. Carl's head throbbed with pain as he watched Eduardo hug and congratulate her.

And then it was Carl's turn. Ernesto told him to step forward and introduce himself. Carl felt the words appearing naturally in his head.

"I am Carl Breyer," said Carl. "I came here with Hannah Stinson, who was my fiancée, but..." he suddenly faltered.

"But what?" said Ernesto, who had taken over the questioning.

Carl found himself looking into Ernesto's face. Ernesto gave him a stern look. He knew. He knew if he wanted to follow Hannah to the next circle, he had to do it. He summoned his waning courage, and spoke the words which appeared in his mind. "Hannah, who was my fiancée, is no longer of any concern to me. My... my only connection to her is through the Hive."

"What else, Carl?"

Carl swallowed heavily. The words were hard and firm in his mind, but he didn't want to say them. He saw Eduardo embracing Hannah, watching, waiting. He had no choice!

"I... I want the Hive to take her, to use her...."

"How, Carl? How do you want the Hive to use dear Hannah?" said Ernesto sternly.

Carl choked back a sob. "However... however it wants to."

"However it wants to," Ernesto repeated with a grin. The crowd roared with approval.

"And who will your lover be now, Carl?" Ernesto asked.

Carl took a deep breath. "You, Ernesto." He felt the heat of his banded rider on his back as it gave him the courage to go on. "You... you are my lover now." It hurt intensely to say the words... and yet it felt so good.

"So what does that make you, Carl?"

"I... I am a homosexual, Ernesto," said Carl, wincing mightily. He heard Hannah give a small gasp of pain as her face turned to dismay which cut him to the quick.

"Kiss me."

Carl flew into Ernesto's arms, still whimpering, and kissed him. Even as they kissed, Ernesto looked over at Eduardo, who nodded slightly. More was required.

As Carl kissed Ernesto, he was startled to feel Ernesto's hand reaching down to fondle his shaft. He thought it would be a casual petting, but then Ernesto started to jerk his shaft rhythmically, in front of the entire audience.

"Ernesto, what are you doing?" Carl cried.

Ernesto grinned wickedly.

In seconds Carl was fully erect and lost in the sensations of being masturbated by his new lover. He groaned with pleasure as Ernesto's hand moved back and forth over the tip of his shaft.

Hannah watched with horror. She had seen recordings of Carl being fondled, but he had never before allowed himself to be used like this, blatantly, in front of a crowd, in front of her. She cried out in dismay as she saw how aroused he was. Carl, who was facing Ernesto, had his legs widely spread, and both were taut. His ass cheeks were hard and rigid. His hands were outstretched and resting on Ernesto's shoulders. And between his legs Hannah saw his hard red rod, being fisted vigorously by another man.

By another man.

Carl was gasping and obviously deeply lost in pleasure. Hannah saw the banded rider on his back. It was this that had done it to him. It was this that had made him homosexual.

Hannah felt extremely torn.

She clearly remembered being sexually aroused, being very sexually aroused at the thought of turning Carl into a homosexual when Eduardo had sexually aroused her. But she wasn't feeling that now. She watched with horror as Carl's ass cheeks were as hard as rocks, as he leaned forwards towards a man who was sexually stimulating him.

Carl turned his head and looked at Hannah. His eyes were full of shame and embarrassment. But he couldn't pull away, not even with Hannah watching. He needed to come.

"Look at me, little one," said Ernesto. "If you want to come, you must look at your new lover."

Hannah bit her lip as Carl turned back to face Ernesto. He gave a low earthy groan.

"Ernesto, I need to come!" Carl said.

"I know you do," said Ernesto, still working his hand rapidly. But it was not his hand which would determine when Carl climaxed; it was the master riding on his back. "If you want to come, think of me pounding within you."

Hannah gave a whimper, even as Eduardo put an arm around her to comfort her.

"Think of being on your hands and knees while I fill you from behind."

Carl groaned with pleasure.

"Think of my rod filling your ass with pleasure."

Carl groaned again. The rider on his back pumped furiously, the bright golden band shining like a searchlight.

"Think of me coming within you, filling your ass with my seed, making you mine-"

"Ooooooh!" Carl's head jerked back like a puppet. His ass cheeks flexed and his legs got even stiffer. An arc of sperm shot out of the head of his penis, flying by Ernesto before hitting the ground below.

"That's right, Carl, let it out. Let it all come out," said Ernesto soothingly.

Carl ejaculated in tune with his rider. It was his rider which controlled his orgasm now. He collapsed into Ernesto's arms, sobbing.

He wasn't the only one. Hannah, with tears in her eyes, let her shaking body be embraced by Eduardo.

"There there, it's all for the best," he whispered.

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Carl sought out Hannah after the ceremony was over. "Hannah, I'm so sorry," he said. He tried to touch her but she pulled away.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? For us to pretend to like it, so we can save Rebecca!"

"Were you pretending, Carl?" she said, looking suspiciously at him.

"I...." It was impossible to answer truthfully. Carl was powerfully attracted to Ernesto now. He had just beaten off to thinking about Ernesto fucking him in the ass. And yet he was still attracted to Hannah. He grabbed her by the arms again. "I... I love you, Hannah." He kissed her. She resisted at first, but then melted in his arms.

"Let's make love," he said decisively.

"Now?" she said, looking downwards.

"I can do it again!" said Carl. He felt like he could!

"But... what about Eduardo?" She looked up at him with helpless eyes.

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Carl and Hannah sought out Eduardo.

"Eduardo, can I ask you a favor?"

"Yes, Carl?" Eduardo said. He motioned for Hannah to come to him. She did. Then he casually put his hand around Hannah's naked waist.

Carl tried to ignore that. "I was wondering... if I could make love to Hannah tonight."

Eduardo laughed. "Surely you have noticed that things have changed now? Hannah is my woman!" He paused. "Are you asking me to borrow the use of my woman for a few minutes, Carl?"

"Yes... yes, I am," said Carl. He hoped he sounded humble.

Eduardo looked at Hannah. "What do you say?"

"If... if it pleases you," said Hannah, pressing her breasts against him.

If it pleases you? Didn't Hannah want to make love to him?

That hurt Carl worst of all.

Eduardo smiled grudgingly as Hannah rubbed against him in a sexy way. "How many minutes would you ask for, Hannah?"

How many minutes?

She stared at him for along moment, planting little kisses on his cheeks, wondering how much he might allow. "Thirty," she whispered. "Thirty minutes."

Eduardo said nothing. Hannah, feeling panicked, rubbed against him harder. "Twenty minutes?" She asked doubtfully. She squeezed his penis through his briefs. "Please, Eduardo," she said, kissing him fiercely.

Eduardo gave a wintery smile. "Very well, twenty minutes."

"Oh thank you Eduardo!" She gave him a great big kiss."

"Because you have been good in your training, I will permit it," said Eduardo. "But what about Ernesto?"

Hannah stopped cold. "What about him?"

"Ernesto must give his permission as well, since Carl belongs to him now. Ernesto?"

Hannah bit her lip and turned to Carl and Ernesto.

Carl turned to Ernesto. "Ernesto, may I have sex with Hannah?" he whispered.

"Why would you want to, when from your own lips you proclaim yourself homosexual?" said Ernesto.

"For... for old times' sake," said Carl. He desperately needed to be in Hannah's arms again.

Ernesto cocked an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

Carl flew into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss. He visible grinded his body and pubis against Ernesto's. "Please?"

Ernesto said nothing. Carl kissed him passionately and whispered into his ear. "You're so sexy, Ernesto." He grinded his erection against Ernesto's "You make me so hard. Please give me this, and I'll do anything you want."

Carl felt embarrassed that his penis stiffened as he ground it against his new lover, even as he begged permission to be with his older one.

Ernesto, casting the briefest glance downward, nodded, giving him a satisfied smile.

Hannah, standing behind him, looked simply appalled.

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Carl and Hannah were alone in a small room with a bed. But from the way they looked at each other, it was as if they were strangers. Carl knew that Hannah was falling in love with Eduardo, and Hannah had watched with her own eyes as another man gave Carl an orgasm right in front of her.

But Carl desperately wanted to do this. He desperately wanted to show her that whatever the Hive was making him feel for Ernesto, that he was still deeply, passionately, and madly in love with her.

He reached out and touched her, and she flinched ever so slightly. Carl winced. He was reminded that Hannah was Eduardo's woman now.

He reached for her again, and pulled her to him tenderly. Then they kissed for a long moment.

"I love you," Carl said.

"You do?"

Carl nodded. "Let me show you." He reached over and undid her bra strap and pulled it off her. Hannah felt uncomfortably odd as Carl saw her naked breasts. He had seem them a million times before. And yet Hannah now associated this intimate act with another man, with her new lover, Eduardo.

Carl took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them. Hannah groaned with delight, making Carl smile. He kissed her again and this time she kissed him back much more vigorously. He pulled down her underwear, and she pulled down his.

They touched each other all over, but it was like there a barrier between them. They both felt it. They both had expressed passion for new lovers.

Carl frowned and pulled her down to the bed and got between her legs. Hannah obediently spread her legs and lifted her knees as she had done many times before. But it seemed to him that she did it without much enthusiasm or excitement. And then he entered her, hoping to reignite the spark of passion between them.

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Carl and Hannah made love. But it was a mostly mechanical lovemaking, one fraught with tension and anxiety. Hannah was participating fully, but she was silent, totally silent, which was unlike her. She had a smile pasted on her lips but it didn't extend to her eyes. Her enthusiasm seemed too perfunctory, too manufactured. As they made love, Carl even saw her appear to wince as he thrust inside his lover's vagina.

For Hannah knew that Carl was homosexual now, or at least bisexual. She had heard it from his own lips. She had seen him kissing Ernesto passionately too many times. She still loved him, but found that Carl's blossoming homosexuality was putting a larger and larger wedge between them. It was curious—when Hannah was being stimulated by Eduardo she felt excited, giddy even at the prospect of Carl becoming homosexual. But when she was here, making love to Carl, alone with him, all she felt was revulsion. She felt the warmth of her rider on her back, filling her with doubt and dissension.

They talked while he moved deeply within her.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you like it... what Ernesto just did for you?"

Carl stiffened, but it wasn't from an orgasm. "I... I kind of did... But I love YOU, Hannah." He kissed her to stifle any more questions.

They made love silently after that. Both of them had troubled looks on their faces. Hannah was having trouble climaxing, and Carl seemed to be having some difficulty as well. He thrusted inside of her, but felt he wasn't making enough progress.

"Hurry, Carl," said Hannah, putting added pressure on him. "Try and finish quickly. We only have a few minutes. I'm Eduardo's woman now. He might get angry if you use me for more than the time he permitted."

Carl winced at being reminded that Hannah would have to return to Eduardo after this. He looked down and saw himself penetrating her repeatedly. Right above her pubic folds was her Hive Mark, Eduardo's Hive Mark. Hannah belonged to Eduardo now. She was his woman, marked that way for the rest of her life. He gave a shudder of horror and pain, and found he couldn't quite complete the act.

Hannah was having the same problem. She still couldn't erase the memory of Carl grinding his penis against Ernesto's, begging his homosexual lover for permission to make love to his former fiancee. It was so odd. At times the idea of Carl becoming homosexual excited her but at the moment it totally disgusted her. She found she simply couldn't climax with Carl inside of her right now.

And so, as Carl thrusted inside of her, Hannah closed her eyes and imagined it was Eduardo making love to her, not Carl. It was Eduardo's manly body rubbing against hers, Eduardo's manly penis coursing in and out of her.

Eduardo! Eduardo, I love you Eduardo!

Hannah felt a clear ribbon of sexual energy emanating from her rider into her vagina. She felt a shockwave building within her, a reward for positive thinking, and thought more intensely of Eduardo making love to her, Eduardo bringing her to climax, Eduardo coming inside of her-

"Ahhhhh!" Hannah cried, as her body stiffened.

Her orgasm triggered Carl's, who mistakenly believed that he was the source of her pleasure. He pulsed into her in a very satisfying way, once again marking her, however briefly, as his own. Then he collapsed on top of her, satisfied in the doing.

They lay together afterwards, as Hannah silently counted to 30. Then she said, "I have to get back to Eduardo."