Bred by the Hive Ch. 47

"Carla, what are they doing to us?"

"We are serving the Hive," Carla said.

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Michael was activated every eight hours, like clockwork, his penis made to ache unless he could get some relief. Whenever he got that urgent look in his eye and pulled Carla by the hand to the bedroom, she knew. Both of them performed as the Hive demanded.

Sam showed up the next day. She invited Carla to go for a "jog" with her. Carla eagerly accepted.

Neither of them went jogging.

An hour later, Carla gave a lazy smile as she lay by Sam's side in her bed. She felt very relaxed. But something still bothered her. "Sam, is it right that we are doing this?"

"You tell me," said Sam, turning Carla over and feeling the edges of Carla's rider on her back. It was growing bigger and thicker. She could see the faint beginnings of Carla's second band. Soon Carla would be under their complete control. "Do you enjoy fucking me blind, sister?"

"Yes," said Carla, with real emotion.

Sam looked into her sister's eyes. "Do you love it when I hold you tightly in my arms and make you come?"

"Yes," she said again, her eyebrows furling as if the admission were emotionally painful. "I... I love it when you make love to me."

"I do too," said Sam, her fingers roaming over her sweet sister's nether lips. She would miss those, once her assignment here was completed. "I have a new mission for you," said Sam.

"What is it?"

With her free hand Sam opened a bag at the side of the bed and took out a set of small organic containers. She handed them to Carla. "Put one container a day in each of the children's food."

"What?" said Carla. "What is it?"

"It is from the Hive. That is all you need to know," said Sam.

"Sam, I can't do that!" said Carla.

"The Hive wants to run a small experiment on your children," said Sam.

"I won't do it!" said Carla.

"The alternative is to bring them into the Hive, give them each a rider, and have much, much more invasive experiments performed on them in the cave. Is that what you want?" Sam asked sharply.

"No," said Carla. Her eyes looked crestfallen. "What... what will it do to them?"

"Nothing. It's just a harmless experiment. You'll barely notice anything." Sam ran a hand along Carla's labia.

"They... they won't be harmed?" she asked, moving her lips closer to Sam.

"I promise," said Sam, giving her a kiss. She started to rub Carla's clitoris. "Trust the Hive, Carla."

"Oh, Sam!" Carla cried.

"Do you trust the Hive, Carla?"

"Aaaaahh," Carla gasped. "Yes, yes I trust the Hive. Keep rubbing, Sam, please!"

Sam smiled as Carla started on her path to the second orgasm of the hour.

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Later that evening, Carla bit her lip as she emptied the first two containers into the children's beef stew. She had no idea what would happen. She had to trust the Hive.

Carla restrained a moan. Even thinking that she trusted the Hive gave her a jolt of sexual pleasure now.

Her darling daughters Abby and Charlotte sat down for dinner and started to spoon their soup, totally unsuspecting that they were about to play a major part in an alien experiment. Carla watched with concerned eyes as they consumed their food.

"Mom, is the soup different tonight?" Abby asked innocently.

"Different?" Carla stiffened. "In what way?"

"I don't know. It takes really good. Rich in flavor," said Abby.

Carla watched Abby spoon it down. "I'm glad you like it, dear."

After dinner, Carla kept an eye on the children. Abby was working on her Pad while Charlotte was watching holovision. To her relief, they both seemed fine.

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Carla was required to put the liquid into their dinner every night. Meanwhile she was also still having sex with Michael three times a day. She could feel whatever was inside her was being to grow.

The following day, Carla walked by Abby's bedroom and heard a groan, and then another. She quietly opened the door a crack.

Abby was sitting up on her bed, her legs spread as her fingers were in her panties. She was rubbing herself vigorously, groaning every few seconds. Carla closed the door.

Then she walked by Charlotte's room. She opened the door a crack and saw an identical scene. Charlotte was silently masturbating herself vigorously.

Over the next three days, Abby and Charlotte spent more and more time alone in their bedrooms. It wasn't hard to guess what they were doing. The demands on their body grew stronger. From time to time Carla would catch them openly masturbating, seemingly unaware of it. One time she saw Abby watching holovision with her hands in her pants shamelessly rubbing away. She seemed unaware of what she was doing. Another time she came into the kitchen and saw Charlotte rubbing herself vigorously. Charlotte blushed, pulled her hand out of her pants, and Carla pretended not to have seen anything.

When Sam heard how the girls were responding she looked pleased. "Excellent."

"This is excellent?" Carla repeated. "Sam, what was in the liquid I've been putting into their food? What have you... I done?"

"Not much. Very little, in fact," said Sam, her eyes sparkling. "All we're doing is making them aware of their full potential as sexually mature females. But now you are going to take them to the next step." She told Carla was she was going to do.

"No, Sam, I couldn't!" said Carla.

"The Hive demands it," said Sam.

"No!" Carla cried again. "They are my daughters!"

"They are sexually mature females, the same as you and I. The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be," said Sam.

"No." Carla shook her head. "I can't."

"All right," Sam shrugged.

"All right? You're taking no for an answer?" Carla asked.

"For now," Sam said. "Perhaps you'll change your mind."

"Never," said Carla.

That night she talked to Michael while they were having sex. The creature attached to Michael's penis was still spurring him to have sex with her three times a day. Lately the other creature, which was inside Carla's uterus, was stirring increasingly frequently. She sensed that whatever cycle it was going through would end soon.

"Sam has been making me put something in the children's food," said Carla.

"Oooh," said Michael, as he made love to her. The creature on his penis stimulated him unmercilessly.

"The kids are starting to act strangely. And now Sam wants me to do something... something I can't say yes to, not even for the Hive," said Carla.

"Oooh," Michael cried again, his face screwed up in pain.

"Michael, are you listening?"

"Aaaaah!" Michael cried, and he joyously released inside of her. He pulled out and collapsed on his side of the bed.

Carla felt a rumbling in her vagina. She felt movement. "Michael, something's happening!"

Something slithered out of Carla's vaginal lips. It was a small serpent, with black and red lines. It was about as wide and long as Carla's index finger. It pulled out completely from her vagina and nestled in her pubic hair. The snake turned and looked at Carla, then turned to Michael, and hissed.

Michael, his rider pulsating strongly, got up and then lay down again so the back of his head was right against Carla's vagina. "Michael, what are you doing?" she cried.

But Michael had no time to answer as the snake launched itself to the back of Michael's neck. It drilled through just as Michael screamed. In seconds, the snake was gone.

Inside Michael's head.

Michael went limp.

"Michael! Michael, are you all right?"

Michael blinked, got up, put on his clothes, and left.

"Michael!" Carla cried.

She immediately ran over to Sam's apartment.

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"What happened to him?"

"The experiment was a success," said Sam, looking pleased.

"A success?"

"The Hive is constantly developing new methods of control. This one worked well," said Sam.

"Do you know where Michael is, what he's doing?" Carla asked fearfully.

"Oh yes," said Sam brightly. "He's at the cave."

"And what is he doing there?"

"What is the function of males in the Hive?"

Carla's face went rigid. "To fertilize females, and expand the Hive."

"Then you have your answer."

"But... but he's my husband!"

"No more. He's Hiveflesh, just like you."

"Can I have him back?"

"We could restore him," said Sam slowly. "But you would have to do something for us."

"You want me to bring the girls into the Hive," said Carla slowly.

Sam's eyes glittered.

"Sam, I can't. They're my daughters!" said Carla. She continued to protest as Sam started to take off her clothes. Carla's clit started to buzz.

"I gave birth to them!" Carla cried.

Sam took off her shirt and blouse. Her large, beautiful breasts came free.

"They're my children!" Sam took off her pants and her Survey Service panties. Nestled between her blonde-brown triangle of pubic hair was her bright pink slit.

"They're all I have!"

Sam took off Carla's shirt and then her bra. Carla didn't resist.

"I can't do this!" Carla implored, as Sam took off Carla's pants and panties.

"Please, Sam!" Carla begged

Sam stood in front of her sister. "Make love to me," she said simply.

Carla looked at her sister, at her slim figure, at her heavy breasts, at her bright red areolas. She remembered how good it felt to suck on her sister's tits. She remembered how it felt to have her sister's heavy breasts pressed against her. She looked down at Sam's labia. Her pulse raced as she saw the slave mark above Sam's slit. She looked up at Sam's gorgeous green eyes and plush red lips. She had to have her, at whatever the cost.

Carla pressed her lips against her sister. "Sam," she moaned, as her rider felt sticky on her back.

"Tell me you want me," said Sam, pressing her breasts against Carla's.

"I want you!" Carla cried.

Sam kissed her hard. "Tell me you need me."

"I need you!" Carla cried. And at that moment, with her rider heavy on her back and her mind, it was all true.

"To bed, then," said Sam, taking her by the hand.

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Sam and her sister Carla made lesbian love. Carla had grown to love the feeling of Sam pressing her warm, voluminous breasts against hers. They felt so warm, so soft, so reassuring. Carla loved it when Sam put her tongue in her mouth, as if she were being penetrated. And she was excited when Sam put fingers inside of her. Sam knew exactly where and how to give her pleasure. As Sam masturbated her sister, she spoke in a soft but insistent tone.

"Joining the Hive is a part of growing up. It's a part of reaching full sexual maturity," said Sam.

Carla groaned as she felt Sam's fingers playing with her clit. Her rider filled her with tremendous sexual need.

"A woman isn't whole, a woman isn't sexually complete without a rider on her back," said Sam.

Carla felt a painful tingling in her vagina. She looked into Sam's eyes and saw the lust mirrored in it. Sam was so beautiful, so very sexy. The Hive had somehow supersized her sexuality. Carla felt attraction for another woman like never before.

"Are you happy the Hive unleashed your sexuality, Carla?"

"You know I am," said Carla, kissing her sister feverishly as she embraced her tightly.

"Then why deny it for your own daughters?" Sam's hand worked between Carla's legs insistently. "Think of it. Both your daughters with riders on their backs. Think of their bodies, fully mature female bodies, fully grown up, enjoying the full breadth of female sexuality," said Sam. Her fingering grew more intense. "Think how proud you would be to have created two such sexually mature beings."

"Yes," Carla gasped. There was something hypnotic about Sam's eyes. Carla felt like she was just falling into them.

"Think how sexy Abby would be with a rider on her back. Think how happy Charlotte would be modeling her rider in the mirror."

An image appeared in Carla's mind of the girls, completely nude, modeling their riders for each other, completely without shame, looking so sexy and feminine and powerful with masters on their back.

"Think of rubbing your breasts against Abby's. Think of eating Charlotte out. Think of fucking your little girls blind."

"No," said Carla. "My daughters... I can't...." Some part of her still resisted. The girls were so young! Abby was just 19, and Charlotte was barely 18!

"You can," Sam assured her, as her fingers worked in tighter strokes.

Carla's clitoris was engorged and thick and felt like it was going to explode. "Sam... I... I need to come....."

"Release, Carla. Release your mind."

"Sam, please!"

"The only way you can come is to release your mind," said Sam. "Do it! Let go, Carla!"

Carla was torn. There was no way she could do this to her girls, her precious girls. And yet... her gaze met Sam's, and Carla froze, and her body became as stiff as a board. "Ah... ah... ah...." Her body started to tremble.

"That's right," said Sam, continuing to caress her sister's clit. "Just let go. Let it all go, Carla. All the feelings of shame, of guilt, of responsibility. Let it all go, and see what replaces it."

"Ah... ah... ah....." As Sam's hand stimulated her, Carla's rider was reprogramming her mind. Her protectiveness for her daughters was being washed away, and replaced with a new imperative: an imperative to reproduce, and spread the Hive.

Sam felt so tremendously sexually aroused looking at her sister's trembling, gasping body. She pressed tightly against her. "Think of Charlotte sucking on your tits. Think of Abby sucking on your clit."

"Yes!" Carla whispered. "I want Abby to suck on my clit!"

"Think how good it would be to fuck Charlotte. To have Abby bring you to orgasm." Sam's voice was cool and seductive.

"Aaaaah!" Carla cried, her eyes wide. "Yes... I want to fuck Charlotte! I want to fuck Abby!"

Sam could see that the reprogramming was almost complete.

"The only way you can fuck her, Carla, is to bring them both into the Hive. That's the only way!" said Sam. "Think of how proud you would be to deliver such sexually mature women to the Hive. Think how good it would feel to see the girls enslaved, to watch Charlotte's face adjust as a rider takes control of her body and her mind-"

"YES!" cried Carla. Her eyes were as big as saucers now.

"What do you want, Carla?" Sam asked.

"I want to fuck Abby!" Carla cried. "I want to fuck Charlotte! I want to bring them into the Hive! I want to give them riders! I want the Hive to control their minds!" Carla's body stiffened again and she screamed aloud she experienced an incredible orgasm. Her head was pounding as she felt waves of pleasure radiating throughout her groin. Sam held her tightly as Carla mounted her peak and came down from it, grinning avidly.

As the waves of orgasm receded, Carla lay still for a moment, gasping for breath, pressed against her sister.

"You know what you have to do, Carla?"

Carla, her hair sopping wet and perspiration dripping down her nose, nodded.