Bred by the Hive Ch. 47

Eduardo turned her head to face him. "When you are with me, look only at me," he commanded.

Carla nodded.

"And smile," said Eduardo.

Carla gave a cautious smile.

"Soon you will want this more than anything," Eduardo reassured her.

Michael watched his wife ride Eduardo's penis. At the same time he pounded into the machine. It felt tight and warm and the insides of the hole stimulated him wonderfully. "Ahhhhh" he said, as he felt himself start to ejaculate. When it was done he looked at the clear tube on the side of the device. A few white droplets were at the bottom. At this rate it would take days to fill the tube.

Michael pulled out of the column. Carla was still making love to Eduardo. He inserted his balls into the hole on top of the column. Over the next few minutes, his penis recharged and became stiff again. Sam patted him on the back. "You're off to a good start, Mike."

"What do they want my sperm for?" Michael asked, still watching Carla riding on Eduardo's penis.

"The Hive has many uses for genetic material. They might use it to breed, or mix it with Hive DNA to produce unique blends."

"They're going to use my sperm to create monsters?" Michael said.

Sam patted him on the shoulder. "Everything will make sense once your rider matures."

Michael felt the heat of the rider on his back. He felt his penis getting stiff again. He had to get Carla away from that man! Michael reinserted himself into the hole, just as Carla climaxed with Eduardo. "Aaaaaahhh" she said, dropping her head shamefully.

Hannah came over and put an arm around Sam. "They are learning," Hannah said. "They are both learning that their bodies belong to the Hive."

Sam nodded. "And after this?"

"After this, we take their children, of course."

Sam frowned. "They have three children, the youngest a 18 year old daughter named Charlotte. Do we really need to take her?"

Hannah looked at Sam. "Does Charlotte have a sexually mature vagina?"

"Yes."

"Could her body be used to serve the Hive?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"Then you have your answer."

********

Time seemed to have no meaning in the cave. While Carla was having sex with different men, Michael was pounding into the device. The only way he could keep any sense of time was by watching the hollow tube on the side of the device get filled with his sperm. Slowly the tube started to fill with his white, creamy issue. The device did seem to have the ability to recharge his balls and make him erect again, but it made him very tired.

He was allowed rest breaks, and so was Carla, but never at the same time. This was on purpose. She sometimes stole looks at him, anxiously giving him worried stares, as she serviced one man after another. Michael tried to fill the tube as rapidly as he could, but each time he ejaculated the liquid level in the tube only went up a fraction of an inch.

Meanwhile he was forced to watch Carla having sex with man after man after man. There seemed to be an endless stream of them. Michael gritted his teeth and tried to fill the tube as rapidly as possible.

When he got the tube a quarter full he felt a sense of progress; when he filled the tube halfway he felt elated; and then slowly, painfully, tortuously, he reached the three quarter level, and went beyond that, but his progress became slower and slower as he came closer and closer to reaching the line at the very top.

Sam visited him from time to time to urge him onwards. "I'm so tired, Sam," he said.

"But you're so close to being done," said Sam, her hand playing over the tube full of his sperm in a way that Michael found erotic. She smiled at him as if she could read his thoughts. She put an arm around his shoulder. She was standing so close to him, with those big heavy breasts of hers! She looked into his eyes. "Look at her, Michael. Really look at her."

Carla was bouncing up and down on another man's penis.

"Look at her face. Look how much she's enjoying this," said Sam.

"No," said Michael.

"Yes," said Sam. "And her pleasure is your pleasure. Don't lie. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To see your wife in sexual ecstasy with other men while you get to beat off to it. You don't have to feel guilt, you don't have to feel consequences, all you have to do is enjoy. Look at her, Michael. Look at her and deny that she's making you hard!"

Michael looked at his wife. He saw the exhaustion in her face, but he also saw more, much more. He saw the look of dedication in her eyes, the sense of fulfilling a higher purpose, the intense focus on the man beneath her. Carla had become a sexual automaton whose purpose was to please men, and Carla was enjoying every minute of it.

"Oh," Michael gasped as his penis started to tingle. The sight of his wife subjugated, forced into a role of sexual servitude, excited him in a way he could never publicly admit. And yet, Michael had just had an orgasm a few minutes ago and now here he was on the verge of another one! "Sam!" he cried out.

"I know," Sam smiled. She kissed him on the forehead, even as he was releasing inside the green column.

Sam, wiggling her hips, walked slowly over to Carla, who was bouncing up and down on the penis of a young man named Billy. "How are you doing, Carla?" Sam asked.

"Fine," Carla gasped. It was the last thing she had expected to say. But something had changed in the past two days since she had started to ride men sexually. Hours and hours of sexual exercise had caused her rider to grow in size and thicken. It wasn't yet at the point of developing its second band... but its influence over Carla was clearly growing. An exercise she had started with distaste had become something else. Carla found that she was beginning to like serving the Hive. She had found a fulfilling purpose in life, a level of contentment she had never achieved even with Michael and the girls.

"Are you enjoying your training, Carla?"

"Yes." She blushed as she said it, even as she continued to bounce up and down on Billy's penis. "But Michael-"

"Michael loves it," said Sam.

"He does?"

"He just climaxed watching you on top of Billy. You're helping him reach his goal, Carla. The happier you look, the more you look like you're enjoying it, the more excited Michael gets."

"Really?"

"Really." Sam kissed her on the forehead, while checking out her rider. "Keep up the good work."

********

Michael made slow but steady progress in filling the final remainder of the tube with his sperm. He had almost reached the line at the very top when Eduardo appeared.

"Ah, Michael, how are you doing, my friend?" Eduardo asked, putting a hand on his back. "I see you are almost done. Congratulations!"

"Thanks," said Michael, even as he continued thrusting into the device.

"I thought I would have more time with your wife! But you are more enthusiastic about your task than even I suspected. I am thinking I will have to take my last time with your wife now, while you are still occupied. Carla, would you like to attend me?"

Carla came up to Eduardo, wiggling her hips, and to Michael's surprise gave him a kiss while Eduardo slipped an arm around her. What had his wife become?

Eduardo led Carla a few feet away, lay down on his back, and Carla swiftly mounted him and started riding him. But it was nothing like the first time when Carla had dutifully made love to him. Carla started to groan with pleasure as she rode up and down on his penis.

"Michael seems to enjoy filling the column while you are used, Carla," Eduardo commented. "I am thinking he is more interested in filling the machine than in filling you, Carla. What do you think?"

Carla tittered as she continued riding Eduardo's shaft.

"Look at him," said Eduardo. "He is mere feet away but will not intervene. Would a real man behave in this way while his wife is being used?"

"No," said Carla, with a small grin on his face.

"That is because we are controlling him. He has accepted the authority of the Hive in all things, even over you. Do you enjoy seeing him controlled in this way?"

Carla felt overcome by a wave of sexual energy. Eduardo was so handsome, so masculine, so confident. She realized she enjoyed using him sexually, and enjoyed it all the more even while Michael was watching.

"Carla, I asked you a question," said Eduardo.

"Yes," said Carla. "Yes, I enjoy it all!"

Michael, still pounding into the green column, was growing angrier and angrier. "What is she doing?" he hissed.

"She is becoming part of the Hive," said Sam. "All that sex has caused her rider to mature even more. She is growing into her role and learning to love it."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," said Michael. He thrusted wildly. All he needed was one more ejaculation-

Carla smiled down at Eduardo with genuine appreciation as she fucked him.

Michael thrusted hard into the column, trying to trigger his male biology as quickly as he could.

Carla cried out with pleasure as she moved up and down on Eduardo's shaft.

Michael gritted his teeth as he worked his organ in and out of the column-

Carla's breasts bounced up and down as she worked on Eduardo-

Michael felt a tingling in the head of his penis-

Eduardo's muscular ass cheeks flexed back and forth as he thrust upwards into Carla's vagina.

Michael's shaft exploded, sending spurts of sperm into the column, one, two, three... four.... five.

Michael pulled out and looked anxiously at the tube on the side of the column. It took a few seconds for his sperm to make its way to the tube. He saw a rope of sperm slowly dribble down. The tube filled a little more. It was almost at the line on top.

Another rope dribbled down. The fluid level rose a bit more.

Then a third line dribbled down. But it still wasn't enough.

"Come on, come on!" said Michael. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Carla fucking Eduardo hysterically.

A fourth line slowly came down into the tube. And the liquid level hit the line.

"Yes!" Michael cried.

Sam was suddenly at his side, giving him a congratulatory hug. "Good work, Michael!"

Michael pulled away and turned to Carla. "Carla, you can stop now-"

Sam pulled him back. "No. Let them finish."

Michael looked dismayed as Carla started to bounce up and down more and more rapidly on Eduardo's penis. "Oh Eduardo, I can feel it! I can feel you coming inside me! Oooh... ooooohhhh... Ooooooohhh!" she cried. And then it happened, to both of them.

Carla lay on top of him and hugged Eduardo tightly. They both enjoyed the post-coital haze.

When Carla pulled back, Eduardo asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes," Carla whispered. Eduardo pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch as he left her. She exhaled and her breasts heaved as she felt him vacate the most intimate part of her. And then she saw her husband standing right in front of her.

Carla and Eduardo both got up. Carla suddenly looked embarrassed. "Michael! You're...."

"Done," said Michael brusquely. He smoldered with anger.

"I think you have both learned an important thing today," said Eduardo. "Carla has learned the pleasure of giving her body to the Hive. And Michael has learned that Carla's body belongs to the Hive. Haven't you, Michael?"

Michael, gritting his teeth, nodded. "Now, can we go home?"

He moved to take Carla's arm, but Eduardo stepped in the way. "Not quite yet. Carla has to get a medical exam first."

"A medical exam?"

"To be sure that she's still healthy. She has serviced a great many men over the past two days."

Two days. They had been at this for two days?

"It will not take long, I promise. Come with me, my sweet."

Carla gave Michael a helpless glance, then followed Eduardo out of the room. So did Sam.

As they walked, Sam said, "How did you feel about your experience, Carla?"

Carla looked conflicted. "It... it was awkward making love in front of Michael."

"But did you enjoy it?" Sam asked. She looked at the rider on Carla's back. It had grown in size and was much thicker than it had been two days ago, though her second band hadn't yet appeared.

Carla lowered her head. "Yes," she whispered.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Carla. You're simply becoming a sexually mature human being," said Sam.

Sam took Carla to another chamber which had an examination table with indentations for arms and legs. "Lay down on the table, Carla," said Sam, in a patient voice.

"Why?" Carla didn't like the look of the examination table. The way the indentations were imprinted on the table would make her spread her arms and legs wide.

"You've been through a marathon sexual experience. We just want to be sure that your vagina is healthy and safe. Wouldn't you like to know that as well?"

"I suppose," said Carla. She hesitantly lay down on the table. She felt terribly exposed as she spread her legs. And then hidden restraints came out of the table and clamped down on her arms and legs.

"What's happening?" Carla cried.

"Don't worry, it's all part of the procedure," Sam assured her. She stared at her sister's exposed vagina. She remembered fondly making love to her. Breaking her sister in has been a wonderful experience. But watching her fall even further under the Hive's control would be even better.

An alien... thing came down from the ceiling. It was green, partially organic, part mechanical. It hovered over Carla's trembling body, making a loud humming sound. Carla cried out and struggled against her restraints, but there was no release.

The device/lifeform pressed against her. She felt its slimy wetness pressed against her breasts, her legs, her pubis. She heard/felt a buzzing sound vibrate through her body. And then a small green tube descended slowly between her legs, and made its way between her labial lips.

"Sam, what's happening?" Carla cried.

"You are being given a great gift," said Sam.

"What kind of gift?"

"One you can share with Michael," Sam assured her.

Carla felt something entering her body. "Sam, there's something moving inside me!"

"Yes," said Sam. "It's a fascinating new experiment."

"What kind of experiment?"

"When you get home, you'll naturally be tired and want to sleep. But when you both wake up, Michael will want reassurance that you still love him. Make love to him, Carla. Make love to him, and the rest will take care of itself."

Carla felt something scrabbling inside of her vagina. It was alive! Her jaw dropped as Sam told her what would happen next.

********

Carla and Michael drove home in a stony silence. Wearing clothes again, being outside the cave, it felt like a distant dream. But it had really happened. Carla had fucked a large number of men while her husband had watched, all the while letting an alien device milk him of his sperm.

Carla looked at Michael. He was stony faced. She had to say something!

"Was it... was it difficult for you?" Carla asked hesitantly.

"Do you mean fucking that machine, or watching you enthusiastically fuck all those men?" Michael asked.

"I wasn't enthusiastic," said Carla defensively.

"Weren't you?" said Michael. "You looked so happy. You sounded so happy."

"It... it was my rider," Carla confessed. "It did something to me. But it can't change who I am. It can't change who we are. You are my husband and I love you." She put a hand on his arm as she drove, and she felt some of his anger dissipate. "It's all over now. We'll go home and pretend like this never happened."

Except Carla knew it wasn't all over. The Hive had done something else to her, something Michael had yet to discover. When they got home they both collapsed into bed and slept for 12 hours. When they woke up they were both groggy but a bit refreshed.

Michael's anger had dissipated somewhat now that he had rested.

"It was like a nightmare," said Michael. "Wasn't it, Carla?"

"Yes, a nightmare," Carla readily agreed.

"If it weren't for these things on our back, I might think the whole thing wasn't real," said Michael. "Carla, the thing on your back is bigger than mine, and it has a ring around it. What does that mean?"

Carla licked her lips anxiously. "It means... it means my rider is more mature."

"And what does that mean?" Michael asked.

"It... influences me a little more." Carla wet her lips.

Michael groaned. "Does that mean you don't love me anymore?"

Carla rose up and caressed his cheeks. "Of course I do!"

"Do you?" Michael asked.

"Yes!" said Carla emphatically.

Suddenly, she found herself kissing him, and before long she was rubbing her body against him. She moved to mount him, but Michael, feeling a wave of male dominance, turned her on her back and got between her legs. Just as he was about to enter her, Carla remembered what the Hive had done to her. They had put something inside of her.

"No," Carla whispered. But it was too late, Michael triumphantly plunged his organ into his trembling wife. Days of frustration, days of powerlessly watching Carla make love to other men played out in the bedroom as Michael worked out his tension on her. Michael had climaxed more than 30 times in the past two days but somehow he still found the strength to come again. He had to; he had the primal need to reclaim his wife, to one again mark her as his.

As time went on Michael smiled as he felt his testicles and penis tighten painfully. He found himself crying out, and suddenly he found himself flooding into Carla, marking her as his territory once again. He groaned with satisfaction.

They lay together in silence for a long moment, Michael on top of his wife, sweetly impaled inside her. "That was nice," Michael whispered. He started to pull out of her, and frowned. He couldn't move. He tried to pull again. He was... stuck.

"What's happening?" he said.

"They put something inside me," Carla whispered. "Something they wanted me to give to you."

"And you didn't tell me?" Michael roared. He tried to pull out again, and roared in pain. "Carla, what are they doing to me?" It felt like tiny tentacles were wrapped around his penis.

"Sam told me we would be... attached... for a few minutes. Try to relax, Michael."

Michael tried to take shallow breaths as he hugged his wife, his penis still somehow imprisoned by her vagina. He could feel the creature, wrapping more and more layers of itself around him. Finally, a few minutes later, he felt a push, and he found himself outside of his wife.

He looked down. There was some kind of creature attached to his penis. It consisted of a hollow tube wrapped around the head of his organ, and tiny tentacles that snaked around his shaft and connected to his balls.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It's supposed to... encourage you," said Carla hesitantly.

"Encourage me to do what?"

"To have sex with me," said Carla.

"Why would I need encouragement?" Michael asked.

"There's another creature inside of me," said Carla, even more hesitantly. "It... it needs to grow."

"How?"

Carla didn't answer.

"How, Carla?"

"It feeds on sperm," she said bluntly.

********

Michael felt the first results of this eight hours later. Just before dinner he pulled Carla into the bedroom.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I... I need to have sex," he said. The creature was stimulating the head of his penis.

Carla, smiling, obliged as she rapidly started to take off her clothes.

Michael was already erect, courtesy of the creature. His penis looked like a maze of tiny tentacles wrapped around his shaft and connected to his balls. He had sex with Carla, and after he climaxed, Carla gasped. "I can feel movement inside of me. The creature must be eating your sperm!"

"Carla, what kind of creature is it?" Michael asked.

"I don't know. I didn't get a good look at it before they put it in me," said Carla.