Bred by the Hive Ch. 40

Go home. The thought resounded strongly in her head, as if it were her own.

Maybe... maybe she could pump Gavin for information. Use him while he was trying to use her. That, at least, was a justification for going home, wasn't it?

Because she certainly wasn't going home to allow Gavin to put another worm on her.

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Sam came home right around dinner time. Gavin had the meal all laid out. He came over and gave her a big hug, as if he had expected her. "Sam, the Survey Service soldiers never showed up. Did you give them the right address?" He was clearly mocking her, rubbing her nose into her own weakness.

"I didn't turn you in," said Sam, giving him a warning glare. "You may be able to avoid incarceration if you cooperate with me, and tell me what I want to know."

"Sam, I'm your husband. I'll tell you anything you want to know," said Gavin. "But first sit down, eat, eat." He saw her expression. "Do you think I've drugged the food? Shall I taste from each dish to satisfy you?"

Sam gave him an uncertain look, and then sat down at the dinner table.

The food was excellent. If it weren't for what had happened to Gavin, Sam would be positively excited. For Gavin to cook such a fantastic meal for her, and chat at her so animatedly... it was like their marriage had been reborn. She had to keep reminding herself that Gavin was now the enemy, and that he had Infected her.

After they finished, Gavin said, "Good?"

Sam managed a smile and a nod.

"Good," said Gavin. He stood up, and produced a plastic jar out of a black bag. It was full of worms.

Sam sucked in her breath. "I'm not going to let you put one of those on me," she said. But all of a sudden the sexual arousal she felt increased twofold. She gasped.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Sam managed to say, as she sucked in air.

Gavin got up and put the worm jar away.

"What... what are you doing?" Sam said.

"I'm putting them away."

"Aren't you going to force me to take one?" Sam asked anxiously.

"No Sam," he put his face close to hers. "You have to ask for it."

This struck Sam as crazy. Why would the aliens want or need her cooperation in taking her over? But Gavin just sat there, watching her.

Sam tried to watch holos that evening, but the burning need between her legs kept distracting her. Finally she shut the holoviewer off, and turned to Gavin. He was still looking at her. She got up and went into the bedroom, and changed into her nightgown. When she came out, he was still there, "I'm going to sleep now," she said meaningfully, lying on the couch.

"Are you sure you wouldn't feel more comfortable in the bedroom?" Gavin asked.

"I'm sure," said Sam, still holding her blaster.

"Good night, then," said Gavin.

She watched him go into the bedroom.

Sam lay down and tried to sleep. But she simply couldn't. She tossed and turned on the couch. The sexual need radiated from her clitoris. She needed release. She would die without it.

Sam woke up crying in the middle of the night. She tried to touch herself to get release but only got a sharp jab of pain for her efforts. She was sobbing even as Gavin appeared by her side.

"Sam. My poor Sam," he said, trying to touch her arm.

She pulled away.

"Please, Sam, let me help you," said Gavin.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"I can end the pain, Sam. Let me help you. It won't hurt you. It's only one more worm."

Sam looked at him for a long moment. Her body felt like it was going to explode. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She couldn't go on like this. She couldn't cope another minute with this tremendous need inside of her. Sam, with tears streaming out of her eyes, gave the slightest of nods.

Gavin took her arm and helped her up. "Take off your nightgown, Sam." Gavin slowly helped take off her pink sleeping gown. She was completely nude underneath. Gavin walked her to the nearest wall, and had her lean against it, with her palms out.

For a moment he just looked at her and took in the view. Sam looked so incredibly sexy leaning against the wall, nude, in such a submissive position. In front, her heavy breasts hung downwards. And behind her, her well rounded, firm ass was simply gorgeous. All she was missing was a rider to make her perfect. Gavin realized Sam's body would be such a tremendous asset to the Hive, once she had been properly trained and conditioned.

Sam looked behind her. She saw Gavin open his jar of worms and take one out. But then he did nothing.

Sam felt the pounding in her clit. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Sam cried.

"You have to ask for it, Sam," said Gavin.

"No," Sam whispered.

"You have to want it, Sam," said Gavin. He held up the worm. "You are so close to release, Sam. Just say it. Just say it, Sam."

Sam closed her eyes and whimpered. More tears streamed out of her eyes. The burning between her legs was so intense it made her cry out with desire. She needed it so badly. "I want it," she whispered.

"Want what, Sam?' He was making her beg for it.

"A..." her mouth struggled to form the words. She was in such sexual agony. "A worm... please, Gavin!"

A moment later, Sam felt rather than saw the worm being put on her back. Immediately her whole biochemistry changed, and she had a tremendous orgasm. She sunk to the floor, gasping, as hours and hours of sexual tension finally found their release. She sat there, gasping with pleasure, basking in the freedom from discomfort. As she did, she noticed the first worm, leaving her clitoris, winding its way up her pubic hair. She reached out with her finger to pluck it off her.

"Don't touch it, Sam," said Gavin sharply.

Sam watched it move up her belly, up her breasts. She started to move her hand.

"Don't!" Gavin commanded, staring into her eyes.

Sam froze. She watched as the worm climbed her shoulder, and felt it disappear, onto her back, to join the second worm. She stiffened as her mind suddenly felt a new layer of control, like a thin veil being put atop another thin veil.

"Good girl," said Gavin, raising her up and hugging her. "Such a good girl."

"I was in such pain," Sam sobbed.

"I know, I know. But it's all over now. Come to bed, Sam."

Sam nodded and followed him, leaving her blaster in the living room.

********

Sam woke up very early the next morning. She checked the Chrono. It was 6 AM. She got up and went to the bathroom mirror. She saw the two worms lodged between her shoulder blades.

And then Gavin was there, caressing her shoulders, smiling at her proudly. "You're becoming part of the Hive, Sam."

"Why like this?" Sam asked. "Why not all at once? And why must I ask for it?"

Gavin smiled. "I have specific orders regarding you. We want to test your obedience quotient."

"My obédience quotient?"

"Some slaves resist more than others. Some hardly resist at all, Sam. That's because secretly, inside, they really want to become part of the Hive," said Gavin. "Such slaves, such obedient slaves, are very valuable to the Hive. The Hive thinks you might be one of those."

"I am never going to be an obedient slave," said Sam.

"Of course not," said Gavin. "Have you tried to warn your superiors yet?"

Sam paused. She saw no point in lying to Gavin. "Yes."

"And were you successful?"

Sam didn't answer.

"Come on, Sam. They didn't come for me. It doesn't take a genius to figure out-"

"No," said Sam, blushing. "I wasn't able to warn them."

Gavin nodded. "Come with me, please."

Sam followed Gavin back into the bedroom, still with her shirt off. Once they got there, Gavin held up his black box. "Do you know what's in here, Sam?"

Sam shuddered.

"I think you do," said Gavin. He opened it, and a black spider slunk out. Sam gasped.

"Lay face down on the bed, Sam."

"No," said Sam.

"You tried to inform your superiors," said Gavin, taking a step forward. "That instinct must be curbed."

He walked up to Sam, saw the fear in her eyes. He gently pulled her by the wrist, and pushed her down on the bed.

"No," Sam cried, as she saw the spider jump on the bed. She tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain on her back. She cried out and collapsed faced down on the bed. And then the spider jumped onto her back. Sam tried to get up again, but in seconds it was on the back of her head, and then, and then....

Sam blinked, yawning, looking at the chrono. It was after 7 AM. What had just happened for a solid hour?

********

Sam felt refreshed. All her worries were gone. She had had a good night's sleep, despite all that had happened to her. As Gavin cooked her breakfast, she said, "Do you still go to work?"

"I'm on leave," said Gavin. "Attending to family matters at home." He smiled at her, and place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her. Sam ate some.

"How is it?"

"Delicious," said Sam.

Gavin kissed her on the forehead.

She looked at him with mixed emotions.

As she was getting ready to leave, Gavin said, "Don't forget your cap!" and handed it to her, moving his face close to hers.

She looked at him. She knew that he was under alien control. She knew he had Infected her. But whatever else he was, he was also her husband. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He smiled and kissed her back.

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Sam spent the day focused on coordinating the growing reports of Hive Mind incursions. The thought of informing Jack about what had happened to her entered her mind only fleetingly. When it did, her mind quickly rejected it. She had tried to inform him yesterday and only gotten blinding pain as a result. She could not resist the Hive. It was much too strong. She might as well give up trying.

And so she did, not thinking about it until Jack knocked on her door in the early afternoon.

"Arden? How're you feeling today?"

This would be a perfect opportunity to tell Jack about the-

"Better, sir," said Sam. "The indigestion is gone."

"That's good to hear," said Jack. He paused. "How are things with Gavin?"

Sam paused only momentarily. "Actually, they're better too. We have sort of reconciled. He's become quite sweet and caring once again. It's like getting back to the man I first married."

"That's good to hear," said Jack. If there was hurt on his face, Sam couldn't see it. "Well, I'm off. There's been a report of an evil pancake attack somewhere in Alexandria. Want to come?"

"I'm buried with work here, sir. You go and have fun."

Jack smiled and left.

After he had gone, Sam wondered why she hadn't tried to tell him about her Infection. But she had tried, the day before. With only one worm on her, she had felt tremendous pain. With a second worm, she wouldn't have stood a chance.

Sam's first worm had migrated from her clitoris, and now was on her back with the second worm, side by side. She barely felt it except for an occasional itching. She turned her attention away from it and focused on her work.

Or at least, she tried to. Soon she started to feel the burning sexual arousal again, stronger than ever, even though she no longer had a worm on her clit. It grew and grew until the late afternoon, when Sam was once again desperate for sexual release.

And she knew what she had to do to obtain that release.

*******

When Sam came home that night, Gavin welcomed her with a kiss, a hug, and dinner, all of which Sam was uncomfortably getting used to. He asked about her day and seemed genuinely concerned about her.

And then, after dinner, Sam knew what was coming next. She opened and removed her blue Survey Service dress jacket. Her large breasts stuck out of her Survey Service dress shirt.

"I'm not going to cooperate," said Sam.

"Uh huh." Gavin watched her as she slowly opened her shirt, clasp by clasp. With every clasp that opened, she was confirming her role as the lesser. He saw it in her eyes. She knew it.

But Sam still tried to frame it as an act of defiance. "You'll never control me," she said, as she took off her shirt. She was wearing only a bra on top now. She gulped as Gavin opened his hand, showing a worm in it.

She looked at Gavin for a moment and bit her lip. Then she got up and put her hands to the wall, and spread her legs. "Don't think this means I'm giving up," she told him.

"Of course not." Gavin smiled as he casually walked up to her. Despite what she said, Sam looked incredibly submissive. Her arms were pressed against the wall, her back to him, her legs widely spread. She was ready to give herself to the Hive, he could see that. The next step was to make her realize it, and acknowledge it.

Gavin went behind her and looked at her back. The two worms were snugly encased between her shoulder blades. Even first stage parasites could influence the host quite significantly.

Sam whimpered as she felt Gavin use a finger to rub her along the horizontal bra strap of her Survey Service bra.

"Just get it over with," Sam whispered.

"Get what over with, Sam?" Gavin said. He looked at her. "You have to ask for it."

Sam was desperate with need. Her clitoris had been inflamed and throbbing for hours. Her vagina was burning with desire. She needed relief.

"Please... please... please," she said, starting to sob.

"Please, what, Sam?"

"Please... give me a worm," she whispered.

"Do you want to join the Hive, Sam?" Gavin asked.

"I... I don't know," Sam cried out. The burning between her legs was driving her mad.

"Worms are only for those who want to join the Hive. Do you want to join the Hive, Samantha?" Gavin asked.

"I... maybe," she gasped, with tears in her eyes.

Gavin nodded. "All right, Sam. Take a deep breath." He watched Sam's back expand. "That's good. Now take another one. Keep breathing, that's right." Slowly and certainly, he put the third worm on her back.

Sam immediately cried out, and her head jerked upwards as she experienced an immediate orgasm. "Oh!" she cried. "Oooooooooh!"

Gavin smiled as he watched the third worm migrate to join the other two on her shoulder blades. He took her in his arms and hugged her. "Feeling better?"

Sam nodded silently.

They went to the bathroom so Sam could see the worms in the mirror.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" said Gavin.

Sam didn't respond, looking fearfully at the parasites on her back.

He softly touched her bare shoulders. "You wanted it, Sam, didn't you?" he said quietly.

"No," said Sam, shaking her head in distress. "No. I don't know."

"Momomomom," Gavin said softly, in her ear.

Sam grew rigid. "Momomomom," she said.

"Momomomomomomom," said Gavin.

"Momomomomomomom," said Sam. With her blank expression, she looked like perfect HiveFlesh.

"Good," said Gavin, smiling.

Sam blinked, and realized what she was doing. She looked up at Gavin. "Please don't make me go through another spider session."

"Did you try to warn your superiors today?" Gavin asked.

"No," said Sam immediately.

"Then you don't need one," said Gavin.

Somehow, that hurt her more than anything. "You believe me?"

"Of course," said Gavin, giving her a tender kiss. He looked in her eyes. "You're one of us now."

That phrase haunted her. She was not one of them. She remembered what Colonel Rogers said about fighting them. She had to resist!

And then... and then.... she was free to do what she wanted. She felt nothing in her mind blocking her as she put on her nightgown and lay down in bed next to Gavin. She read her datapad, but her mind was distracted. Then, later, she kissed him goodnight and went to sleep.

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The next day passed quickly, and once again Sam felt a slow but steady increase in sexual arousal as the afternoon wore on. Sam knew what was coming that evening.

Her fourth and final worm.

Sam knew that it only took four worms to grow a rider. Their own research had shown that. She knew if she went home, that Gavin would give her a fourth worm, and she would get a rider, and she would be theirs, forever.

And yet Sam found herself obediently driving home. What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

Because she was forced to, she told herself. Because she had no choice.

Did she? Or did the aliens simply want her to believe that?

Sam tried an experiment. She turned the car around, heading away from home. Immediately, she felt discomfort in her stomach. It was only slight, but noticeable.

She turned the car around and continued heading home.

The slight discomfort disappeared.

She really had no choice, she concluded.

When she got home, she watched Gavin silently over dinner. This man seemed like her husband, the best her husband had ever been. He was amiable and loving and kind, and she so much wanted to be with him. But he was also controlled by the aliens, and doing their dirty work for them. Sam didn't quite know how to reconcile these feelings.

After dinner, Gavin simply said, "Come with me," and she followed him to the bedroom, like an obedient lamb heading to the slaughter.

But when she got there, she didn't see any worms. Just Gavin.

"Do you want your last worm, Sam?" said Gavin. He started to peel off his shirt. She saw his handsome chest.

"I... I don't know," said Sam. She felt tremendous sexual need, stimulated by the worms on her back, but knew that if she gave into it this time, that a rider would form on her back.

Gavin took off his shoes, and took off his pants, so he was only wearing his underwear. "Well, think about it," he said. He walked up to her, with a neutral expression on his face. He started to undress her. She didn't resist. He removed her Survey Service jacket, her dress shirt, her Survey Service bra, her Survey Service skirt, and then her Survey Service panties. All traces of membership in the armed forces were removed from her. When Gavin was done, he looked at her. "Do you know what I see, Sam?

Sam shook her head.

"I don't see a soldier. Or a bureaucrat. I see a biological female, with breasts and tits and a vagina and a fully developed reproductive system." The way he said that made a chill run down her back. Gavin looked into her eyes as he rubbed a hand over her shivering body. "The Hive wants it, Sam. All of it. It can put your body to so much better use than you can. You'll become a slave and love every moment of it."

Sam bit her lip and shook her head. She still felt the burning need within her.

Gavin stared her in the eye. "Do you know where your final worm is, Sam?" said Gavin.

Sam shook her head.

"In here," he said, pointing down to his underwear.

Suddenly, Sam understood. To get her last worm, she'd have to have sex with Gavin.

With Gavin, the man who had Infected her. The man who controlled her. She would have to cooperate with her own enslavement.

Sam's level of sexual arousal, already high, immediately doubled. She knew what she was being primed for. She looked down at his underwear. He already had an erection. A big one. Much bigger than he should be capable of having.

Sam whimpered and shamelessly put a hand between her legs and tried to rub her clit. If only she could bring herself relief! But rubbing down there did nothing. It was as if her clit had been desensitized. She felt in extreme need of sexual release, and yet she couldn't give it to herself.

"That won't work, Sam," said Gavin, taking a step forward. "There's only one way for you to get what you need."

Sam looked at Gavin, and her body was filled with so much need that she was trembling all over. She looked at him with pain in her eyes. She couldn't endure another minute of this terrible arousal. She bit her lip and nodded ever so slightly, with tears welling in her eyes.

Gavin smiled. He leaned over and kissed her. Sam just stood there, and absorbed the feeling of his lips against hers.

Then he kissed her a second time. This time Sam accepted the kiss; she needed the physical contact, needed to feel more, much more, to put out the burning fire between her thighs.