Bred by the Hive Ch. 37

Bred by the Hive Chapter 37

By Gary LM Martin

Hannah and her fiancé Carl are deeply in love and about to get married but first enter the cult known as "The Hive" to rescue Hannah's sister Rebecca. But once they enter the Hive they find the experience overwhelming. As their riders grow stronger in their bodies and their minds, Hannah is seduced by a handsome body builder named Eduardo and Carl is slowly turned towards homosexuality by Eduardo's brother Ernesto.

Hannah had to admit that she enjoyed waking up in Eduardo's arms. He was so strong, so handsome, so manly... he was her lover. Hannah no longer knew how she would choose between Carl and Eduardo, if indeed she could even choose. All she could think about right now was that she would finally be reunited with her sister.

"Good morning, little one," said Eduardo, staring at her with his all knowing eyes as he kissed her softly.

Hannah kissed him back. "Good morning, Eduardo. I am really excited to get started today."

"You mean your continued training?" Eduardo asked.

Hannah paused. "Yes... and to see my sister."

Eduardo was silent.

Hannah rubbed his chest muscles. "You promised me. When I got to the Fifth Circle, I could see Rebecca."

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" said Eduardo. It was actually Rebecca who had made the promise, but that didn't matter; in the end, all promises originated from the Hive and all promises to slaves had equal validity.

Which is to say, none at all.

"You can see your sister," said Eduardo. "Once you complete your first training session in the Fifth Circle."

"Really?" Hannah asked "How long will that take?"

Eduardo smiled. "Not long. Not long at all. We will start it right after breakfast."

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They entered the training room arm in arm, two cozy couples, Eduardo and Hannah, and Ernesto and Carl. Hannah knew she would have to let Eduardo have sex with her again, and declare her undying love for him. Carl would be expected to enjoy more ass sex from Ernesto, and declare his love for homosexuality. She felt prepared for anything. But was she?

But as they settled down on the mattress, Eduardo let her know that this time it would be different. "This session is going to be very important, Hannah. This will be the turning point in your training and indoctrination."

"Turning point?" Hannah asked.

Eduardo gave her a steely gaze. "In the Forth Circle you gave your body to the Hive. In the Fifth Circle you will give us your mind. When we are done, you will feel nothing for Carl. Only me."

What? What was he saying? Hannah shivered as she looked into his eyes, feeling a strong sense of fear filtering into her mind. Her heavy rider, pulsating on her back, swapped much of her fear for eager anticipation.

"Come," Eduardo smiled, pulling her downwards onto the mattress.

As Eduardo lay her down on one mattress, Hannah could see Ernesto pulling Carl down on another right next to them.

Eduardo started to touch and caress Hannah while Ernesto did the same to Carl. Hannah let Eduardo touch her everywhere: her arms, her legs, her breasts, and even between her legs. They cuddled like lovers, which they increasingly were. Eduardo smiled to himself as he realized what great progress Hannah was making. They had already made love for three days in the Fourth Circle and Hannah was becoming increasingly comfortable with it, even in front of Carl. But this afternoon she was going to take a great leap forward. When he was done with her, the bonds between her and Carl would truly be broken.

Eduardo kissed and touched and petted her body, working his way down to her vaginal lips, getting Hannah excited enough for what they both knew would happen next. He smiled playfully as he started to play with her clitoris. Hannah groaned and smile back at him, totally free of shame even as Carl watched on just feet away. And then Eduardo took his mighty erect penis in his hand and rubbed the head of his organ against her vagina, as Carl watched helplessly. Hannah smiled like a cat and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't resist in the slightest as Eduardo lifted himself up and aimed his organ at the narrow slit between her legs.

"Who is your lover now?" Eduardo asked, as he rubbed his penis against her puffy vulva.

"You are, Eduardo. Only you," said Hannah, her eyes shining. When she was in Eduardo's arms, it was so easy to say. It even felt true. Hannah's rider pumped her clit and her vagina full of lust. "Put it in me, Eduardo. Put it in me while Carl's watching," she whispered, feeling a secret thrill emanating from her rider.

Hannah looked Eduardo straight in the eye as she felt the pressure of his cock against her lower entrance. She gasped lovingly as she felt his swollen cock moving between her moist pussy lips.

And suddenly, Hannah found her lover inside of her.

"Oh, Eduardo," she said, with a blissful smile.

Eduardo proceeded to make love to Hannah. But this time, their lovemaking was different, almost hurried. Eduardo thrust in and out of her rapidly. For some reason, Hannah felt her orgasm approaching much more quickly than usual.

Hannah looked over at Carl. Ernesto was kissing and fondling him. They were hugging tightly, rubbing each others' penises against each other, kissing furiously, even as Carl turned to watch what was happening to her.

As Eduardo moved swiftly and decisively inside her, Hannah felt herself getting close to an orgasm. She felt like she was about to come. But Hannah got closer and closer to orgasm, her progress got slower... and slower... until it stopped completely. At the same time Eduardo slowed down as well, thrusting more gently, more slowly, and much less vigorously.

"Faster, Eduardo," she whispered.

Eduardo shook his head, leisurely putting his raging hardon in and out of her as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Not this time. I know the game you've been playing, Hannah."

"You do?" said Hannah.

"You've been giving us just enough of what we want. You've been pretending to comply, all in an effort to save Rebecca," said Eduardo. "You tell me I am your lover, and that you are finished with Carl, but I do not believe it."

Hannah shivered as she felt Eduardo's long penis pull out of her. It glistened with her wetness. The soft, pink head was large and bulbous. How she wanted it inside her!

Eduardo gave a smile made of steel. "But that is not going to work today. Today, if you want to come, you have to give in to it."

"Give in to it?" said Hannah, shivering again as she watched his shaft once again disappear inside of her again, ever so slowly. Inch by inch, Eduardo filled her ever so fully once more.

"To release. Do you feel the tendrils in your mind, Hannah?"

"Yes." The voices, the feelings, the desires, urging her to give in. Ever since the implantation, they had been slowly wearing her down, which is how she got to the point of letting another man have sex with her right in front of her fiancée. Her former fiancee. But even now Hannah hadn't totally surrendered to them.

"You must give in to them," said Eduardo.

"No," said Hannah, shaking her head.

"You must give in to them, or you will never see Rebecca again," said Eduardo. His eyes were as hard as flint.

"No," said Hannah. But her body weakened her resolved. Her breasts were aching. Her clitoris was on fire. Her vagina was inflamed. She needed to come, now!

"This is your last chance," said Eduardo, his voice as relentless as his raging hardon. "Give in to your rider. Give in this very moment, or you will never see Rebecca again!"

Hannah's mind was overcome with lust and anxiety. She needed to come! She needed to save Rebecca! Rebecca, her dear sister Rebecca! She needed... she needed.... And suddenly, without realizing she had made a decision, she simply made it. Hannah stopped fighting her rider. She simply... let go.

Hannah's head started to tremble, and her eyes rolled up into their sockets, as her rider started to reprogram her brain.

"What a good girl, that's right, just relax, it will all be over soon," said Eduardo.

"No!" Carl cried. "Hannah, don't let it happen!" He struggled to get up, but Ernesto pushed him down and pinned his arms over his head.

"Quiet, Carl!" Ernesto said, her eyes ablaze. "Hannah has made her choice. And now you must make yours." He started to kiss Carl furiously, intertwining his legs with him, rubbing their dueling erections together.

"It hurts, Eduardo," Hannah, whispered, her eyes tightly shut, wincing as she felt the tendrils rearranging things in her head.

"I know," said Eduardo, still working his penis in and out of her, slowly but surely.

"I'm scared," said Hannah, grabbing his hand.

"Don't be," said Eduardo, squeezing her hand. "It will all be over soon."

"It's changing me. I can feel it," Hannah whispered.

Eduardo leaned and pressed his lips to hers. "It's improving you. Just let it happen."

"I'm scared!" Hannah cried again. "I feel myself slipping away!"

Eduardo kissed her passionately, and as Hannah responded almost automatically, Hannah realized that his kiss had sealed her fate. She had surrendered herself. She could feel her mind being changed, altered. Her loyalty was being reoriented to the Hive. She would never be the same again. Bit by bit, all her love for Carl was being erased. She could feel her affection for him simply... vanishing. In one moment Hannah was passionately in love with Carl. Then a moment later she was merely in love with him. Then a moment after that she was very fond of him. And then... Hannah blinked. Suddenly, Hannah remembered being in love with him, but no longer knew why. In its place her neurons were programmed with one imperative: to obey the Hive. More than that, she had an obligation to reproduce, to expand the Hive.

Hannah suddenly realized the most important fact in her existence:

I am a fertile biological female. My purpose is to reproduce, and to be inseminated; and by fulfilling every need of the Hive, I am performing the highest function that a biological female could ever hope for.

It was as if she had lost some prior identity, something so hazy and misty she couldn't recall, and now she was something else. As she got closer and closer to climax, a voice in her head told her more and more firmly what she was. And she recognized that voice as her own.

I am simply a means of reproduction, to expand the Hive. Like all human beings, I am defined by my sexuality. I am simply a vagina, something to be used by others for greater purpose. I have decided to totally surrender myself, my body, my vagina, all for the good of the Hive.

Hannah shuddered again and smiled even as her eyes were tightly shut.

Carl looked over at Hannah. Her entire body was trembling now. Her eyelids were blinking rapidly as her rider finished reprogramming her.

Carl watched Hannah's body tremble and shudder more strongly. "What's happening?"

"She's being changed, Carl," said Ernesto, as he fondled Carl's penis. "A new Hannah is being created. One which will only serve the Hive. It excites you, doesn't it?"

"No!" said Carl.

"Yes it does," Ernesto smiled. "I can feel it here." He squeezed Carl's aching erection. Carl was appalled by what was being done to Hannah, but he inexplicably felt greater and greater sexual need as he saw her helpless, perspiring nude body, with her erect nippled tits, writhing in pain and delight. Even now, in the midst of what was happening to her, he needed to come, and come badly. He felt his rider, whispering things in his mind, things too soft for him to hear.

"You're about to lose Hannah forever," said Ernesto, rubbing his penis vigorously.

"No!" Carl cried.

"She is being programmed to only love Eduardo, to only serve the Hive," said Ernesto, making Carl groan as he fisted the head of Carl's organ.

"No!" Carl cried again, in mental and orgasmic pain. "Hannah!"

"It is too late. She cannot hear you," said Ernesto. He rubbed Carl's organ faster and faster with his hand "If you want to come, say you want it to happen."

"Ooooh," said Carl. He urgently needed to ejaculate. His balls were tight and in tremendous pain. To his side Hannah moaned, and cupped her own breasts as her rider reached the end of its work. It was almost over now.

"Say it, Carl!" said Ernesto. "Say it, if you want to come!"

"I want it!" Carl said, overcome by his need.

"Want what?" said Ernesto, his hand moving like a blur.

"Hannah controlled by the Hive!" he shouted.

"You want to see it, don't you? You want to see her used and fucked by Eduardo?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

Carl was desperate for release. "I want to see her used and fucked by Eduardo!" he snarled.

"And you will, Carl. In just a few moments, you will," said Ernesto, with a broad smile.

And then it happened. Carl's rider released something in his head, he felt a tremendous orgasmic surge in his brain, his body trembled and shuddered, and then his penis exploded as he launched as a great gob of cum from his balls, shooting out of his penis and an arc landing on his chest and belly.

At the same moment that Carl cried out as he climaxed, so did Hannah, as the process of rewiring her brain was completed. Her rider, pleased with the result, rewarded her with a thundering orgasm. Both she and Carl cried out together as they came down from their respective peaks.

Carl gasped as his secondary pulses came out of him. Ernesto gave him a satisfied smile as he moved his hand up and down more gently now, milking the last of his orgasm. Only when Carl had come down from his high was he able to turn his attention to Hannah again.

Hannah moaned as she fully regained her senses. She blinked and slowly opened her eyes. She saw everyone looking at her.

"Hannah, are you all right?" Carl asked anxiously.

Instead of responding, Hannah looked at Eduardo. He smiled at her. "It's all right, you can answer him."

Hannah turned to Carl. "I'm fine, Carl." Her expression looked blank.

"Really?" he said anxiously.

"Really," she said. She looked down. At some point Eduardo had pulled out of her, and they were no longer connected.

"Carl looked unconvinced, Hannah," said Eduardo. "Why don't you show Carl just how fine you are?" he asked, lying on his back.

"Gladly," Hannah said. She kissed Eduardo and started to fondle his body, first his arms and legs but then moving down to his penis without any prompting. It was completely normal for Hannah to have foreplay with Eduardo now. He reciprocated, kissing and touching her back, as Carl watched wordlessly. After a few moments Hannah climbed on top of Eduardo and straddled him. She reached down between her legs and touched his penis, and idly caressed the lines of it for a brief, loving moment; and then, as Carl watched in horror, Hannah worked the tip of it into the opening between her legs. Hannah, with the new found certainty of a freshly rewired brain, sank down on top of it snugly, and eagerly started moving on it.

"Hannah!" Carl cried, as Hannah started having vigorous intercourse with Eduardo.

Hannah didn't respond. She had a little smile on her lips as she moved up and down on Eduardo's shaft. She had had sex with Eduardo before, but never had she mounted him; never had she eagerly taken the initiative. He was not making love to her now; she was making love to him.

"Hannah! What are you doing?" Carl cried out again. Hannah no longer was cooperating dutifully in letting Eduardo use her body; Hannah looked eager.

"Serving the Hive," said Hannah, with a wink and a grin filled with delight as she started to ride on Eduardo's penis, even as she saw the hurt look on Carl's face. But not only did the act of having sex with another man in front of Carl give her pleasure, it gave her a strong feeling of triumph, of the feeling of the rightness of what she was doing. Her rider pulsated snugly on her back as she rode on Eduardo's male sex organ, feeling so good as it filled her with an overwhelming feeling of joy and ecstasy.

Eduardo grinned, as he rested his hands behind his head, looking supremely relaxed. The hard part was over. There was no longer any need for persuasion or effort on his part.

"Oooh... oohhh... Eduardo... I love having you inside me," said Hannah, as she bounced up and down on his penis.

"And I love being inside you," said Eduardo smugly. "Tell me, Hannah, how do you feel about your rider?" Eduardo asked.

"It feels so good," Hannah said, stretching out the word in a stage whisper, sounding so relaxed and at peace with herself. "You were right. Releasing my mind felt so amazing. Letting my rider change me, twist me, shape me into what the Hive needs... I have never had a better experience in my life."

"No, Hannah!" Carl cried.

"Look how happy she is, Carl," said Eduardo, as Hannah continued to ride him. "Look at her face, Carl. By enslaving her, we have freed her sexuality. Isn't that so?"

Carl knew it was true. It was a different Hannah he was looking at now. Hannah had put her cares to the wind as she enjoyed sex with the man she was meant for. There was no longer any guilt, any shame, any reluctance, no longer any ambivalence about her frayed feelings for Carl. Hannah was totally unshackled from negative emotion. Hannah smiled at Carl and groaned loudly and even blew him a kiss as she rode up and down on Eduardo's shaft. She looked happier than Carl had ever seen her before. Hannah had been enslaved by her rider... and was loving every minute of it.

Carl looked at Hannah's sweat drenched, gorgeous red hair, spilling onto her shoulders as she went up and down. He saw her luscious red lips framing a brilliant smile on her face. Her eyes were gleaming with joy. Her breasts, which were glistening with sweat, were bouncing up and down with every exertion. Her nipples stuck out firmly, pointing at her new lover. Her areolas were bright and red and engorged and taut. And between her legs, Carl could see Eduardo's solid, rigid shaft, appearing and disappearing inside her plush red pubic growth. At the base of it, right above her slit, Hannah's Slave Mark glowed a brilliant shade of green.

"Answer me, Carl. Aren't you glad that we enslaved your former lover?" Eduardo asked again.

"Yes," Carl breathed, almost sobbing as the admission crushed him. But it also felt so good. It all felt so good. He had to admit it. Just watching Hannah, the new Hannah, fuck Eduardo with such enthusiasm made his penis harder than it had ever been before. Ernesto touched Carl's cheek with his hand tenderly, smiling down at him as if he could read his thoughts.

"Hannah, tell Carl how happy you are to be a slave. Tell him everything," Eduardo commanded.

"I love it," Hannah said promptly, looking Carl squarely in the eye as she moved up and down on Eduardo's penis. "I love being a slave. I love having my mind twisted! I love the feeling of my rider on my back, and inside my mind. It's my very best friend in the whole world, leading me, guiding me, loving me." She grinned as she shifted her back slightly, to show Carl the writhing, pulsating mass on her back. The golden band around the edges shone brightly with perspiration. It throbbed in and out every time Hannah moved up and down, almost in sync with her movements. Carl imagined the tendrils in her mind, shaping her, controlling her, turning Hannah into the perfect sex slave. The thought made his penis so hard that it ached. She smiled at Carl. "Isn't my rider beautiful, Carl? Doesn't it make me look so sexy?"

"Yes," Carl sobbed, in a tortured voice. "It look so beautiful on you." It was all true.

Her rider throbbed snugly between her shoulder blades. It had so gotten big and thick. Carl knew it was controlling her mind. He knew it had turned her away from him, and turned her into a sex slave. But the way it hung there, on her back, controlling her, making her have sex, making her want to have sex, made his penis shamefully hard. Carl got aroused just watching it move; he knew that with every pulsation, Hannah was being controlled like a puppet, forced into higher and higher states of arousal, and it excited him terribly to think of it.