Bred by the Hive Ch. 48

"I don't want to think about boys, Mom. I want to think about you," said Charlotte. Before Carla could react she kissed her mother on the lips. "You make me feel so good, Mom."

Carla reddened, "You make me feel good too, dear." She wanted sex with her daughter, but this was too much, too quickly. She pulled her hand out of Charlotte's pubis. "Do you want to try it now?" Carla asked.

"Finish me, Mother," said Charlotte. "Finish me and then I'll try it."

What am I doing? Somehow Carla had fallen into masturbating her youngest daughter. But something in her made her comply.

Finish it.

Charlotte smiled as she felt her mother's fingers reenter her most sacred space. Carla diddled Charlotte's clit faster and faster. Charlotte squeezed her own small breasts and rubbed her titties furiously. Her body trembled and then buckled. "Ah... ah.... That's right, Mom. Mom... Oh yes, Mom. Ohhh.... Mom!" she cried her body growing taut like a board as she felt an explosion from her clitoris. "Aaaaah!" She sank back into the couch with a very sultry look in her eyes.

"Was that good, dear?" Carla asked.

"It was," said Charlotte. She blinked once, twice, thrice. "Would you like me to do you now, Mom?"

Yes, more than anything! But Carla felt Abby's judgmental eyes on her. "No, that's not necessary, I can do myself."

"Come on, Mom," said Charlotte.

"You helped us. Let us help you," Abby pleaded.

No, I'm not ready for this. Not yet! Carla moved to get up, but Abby put a restraining hand on her arm. Her eyes were filled with lust, just like Charlotte's.

Carla looked at her girls and realized she could refuse them nothing. She reluctantly nodded, and sat back down.

Charlotte moved over so she was sitting thigh to thigh with her mother. The warmth of her leg made Carla excited.

"Spread your legs, Mom."

Carla's lips quivered in anticipation as she obeyed her daughter's order.

Let it happen. It's perfectly natural. Just as the Hive intended.

Charlotte stared at her mother's well developed pubis. "You're so sexy, Mom," she said again, making her mother blush. She tentatively put her fingers inside her mother's vulva, causing Carla to almost jump out of her skin. Carla squirmed as she felt her daughter's inexperienced hand locate her clitoris.

"There it is... I think... is that the right spot, Mom?"

Carla jumped slightly.

"I see that it is," said Charlotte. She started to rub her mother's clitoris, using the very techniques that Carla had taught her. Charlotte started to stimulate her mother. She stayed close to the clitoral hood, but made swipes from time to time at the tip to stimulate her mother. One of them made Carla gasp.

"Do you like that, Mom?"

Carla was very much aware that one of her daughters was masturbating her while the other was watching excitedly. "Yes," she whispered.

"You're so pretty, so sexy. Dad must love having you," said Charlotte.

"He does," said Carla, and for a split second she imagined Michael, in the Hive, having sex with other women. She started to pant as Charlotte paid more and more attention to the tip of her clit. Abby started to play with her nipples. Carla felt herself rapidly approaching the edge of a cliff she wanted so desperately to fall off of.

"Do we make you feel good, Mother?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes," Carla gasped.

"I like making you feel good," said Charlotte. She put her lips to her mother. "Kiss me."

Carla made the connection. As she did, she felt a burst of lust in her groin and she moaned.

"That's right, Mother, just let it happen," said Charlotte. "Are you going to come?"

"Yes... yes... I'm going to...."

"Just let it happen, Mother. Let it all... happen...." Her daughter's voice was hypnotic. Carla felt herself staring into Charlotte's eyes as her daughter tenderly and skillfully brought her to orgasm. "Ah... Ah.... Charlotte... aaaaaahhhhhh!" she cried out. When she released, she realized she had broken another barrier. Nothing would ever be the same with her girls every again. Not after this.

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The following morning....

"Sam... Oh yes! Yesyesyesyes!" Carla cried, as she climaxed.

Carla was doing that a lot lately. Climaxing at the hand of her daughters, or her sister. Only this time Sam had used an unusual accessory to help her climax.

Sam lay on top of her dear sister for a long moment as Carla milked the last remnants of her orgasm. Then Sam slowly pulled out of her. A black dildo emerged from Carla's vagina. It was attached to a harness wrapped around Sam's waist.

"Was that good, Carla?" Sam asked.

"You know it was," said Carla, with a wicked grin. She watched Sam take off the harness. As she did she removed the other half of the dildo, which was inside of Sam. Sam sighed and her breasts heaved as she removed it.

Something had happened. When Sam had suggested using the double edged dildo, Carla had readily agreed. She agreed to anything Sam wanted. But when she was penetrated by it, she realized for the first time that in some way Sam had replaced Michael. Her younger sister Samantha was her lover now. It was what the Hive wanted, she reflected, as Sam penetrated her, with steely dominance in her eye as she thrusted into her older sister again and again. Sam was her lover now. And Sam was also her master.

Afterwards, as they were laying together in bed, holding hands, Carla spoke hesitantly. "I think... I think something is happening," said Carla. "My relationship with the girls is.... Changing. I think Charlotte and I are... are becoming emotionally involved with each other. Physically." She paused. "And sexually."

"As the Hive intended," said Sam, putting the dildo off to the side.

"But Sam, she's my youngest daughter!" Carla felt terribly conflicted. She felt a tremendous attraction to Charlotte, to both her girls, but part of her still resisted. The Hive hadn't been entirely successful in erasing all her inhibitions.

Sam lay down on top of Carla and rubbed her titties against her and grinned as she saw and felt Carla's reaction. "And I'm your younger sister."

"It's not the same, Sam," said Carla.

"It's all the same to the Hive, Carla." She rubbed her titties against Carla more insistently. "Do you like it, Carla? The new feeling of closeness, of intimacy with your daughters?"

"Yes!" said Carla, feeling ashamed as she said it.

"That is the Hive's gift to you," said Sam, squeezing Carla's breasts aggressively. She felt Carla's nipples getting erect again. "It is allowing you to share a kind of closeness and affection with your daughters you never dreamed of."

"But Sam... is it right?" Carla asked.

Sam turned Carla on the side so she could inspect your rider. "You are close to getting your second band. If you still need to question it, ask me again when you are double banded."

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Carla and her daughters developed a routine. Three times a day, after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Carla would sit with the girls while they masturbated themselves. They groaned shamelessly while they had their orgasms. But then something new started to happen.

Charlotte started to grow a semi-circular ring inside one of her areolas. When she touched it, it moved a little!

"I have one too!" said Abby. Hers was just above her labia, deep in the thick forest of her pubic hair.

"What are they, Mom?"

Words readily appeared in Carla's head. She said them. "They are just further signs that my little girls are becoming mature women. It's the final stages of puberty. I'm so proud of you dears" said Carla. She knew very well what they were. Sam had told her what to expect. The drug she had given them hadn't simply increased their sex drives. Soon both Abby and Charlotte would be directly controlled by Hiveflesh.

"What should we do, mother?" Abby asked.

"Rub them, dear. Rub them like you rub yourself."

Charlotte started to rub the ring around her areola, and Abby did the same in her pubic hair. "Oooooh," Charlotte groaned.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"said Carla. "Soon it will feel even better."

What was she doing? She was bringing her own girls into the Hive!

But it's the right thing to do. Abby and Charlotte will look so sexy once they have riders on their back.

Carla rubbed her clitoris extra hard and moaned at the thought of it.

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Carla's banded rider hadn't gone unnoticed by her daughters for very long. The girls had noticed her rider during their second masturbation session together.

Charlotte shrank away when she first saw it. "Mother, what is that on your back?"

Carla felt her daughter's apprehension. For a brief moment, she was filled with panic. Her rider pulsated on her back, filling her with calmness and warmth and sexual maturity. "It's just my rider, dear," said Carla.

"Your what?"

"My rider. All women get them," said Carla, letting her rider speak for her. It was easier that way.

"They do?" said Abby, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes. It's the final stages of sexual maturity," Carla said, giving her daughter a smug smile.

"Does it hurt?" Charlotte asked anxiously.

"No, actually, it feels quite good," said Carla truthfully.

"Can I... can I touch it?" Charlotte asked.

Carla paused, as she listened to a voice in her head. "Of course, Honey."

Charlotte looked at the pulsating mass on her mother's back. It had grown much bigger and thicker than the immature rider that Sam had implanted on Carla just a few weeks ago. It looked so alien and alive and... and it throbbed. Charlotte hesitantly put her hand on it. It felt warm to the touch. It started throbbing more intensively as Charlotte put her fingertips on it. She pulled away hastily.

"It's all right, it won't hurt you," said Carla.

Charlotte reached out and touched it again. "It's so soft," she marveled. "And it's so beautiful."

"My rider thinks you are beautiful too, Honey," said Carla, feeling her clitoris starting to get hard again.

"Really?" said Charlotte, watching the rider pulsate as she petted it.

"Yes," said Carla, with an alien light in her eyes. "My rider likes you, dear. It likes both you and Abby a lot."

Rather than being horrified, Charlotte actually felt attracted to it. "It does?"

"Um hm," Carla smiled.

"Mom... am I and Abby going to grow riders soon?"

"Yes, dear, real soon now," Carla smiled.

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With every session that occurred, Carla started to feel a closer and closer connection to the girls, especially Charlotte. When they masturbated they often looked into each other's eyes. When Charlotte climaxed she often stared straight at her mother, her small breasts heaving as she gasped and experienced a surge of joy in her body. Carla did the same. As she brought herself to climax, she wondered if it was wrong to enjoy the sight of Charlotte stimulating the hot, wet pink flesh in her bright yellow pubic bush. Seeing her daughter naked had slowly become part of the arousal process.

Sam chuckled when she heard the news. "She is becoming your lover," she said one day as they lay in bed. Both of their vaginal lips were wet and stretched.

"But... is it right?" Carla asked, leaning against Sam's breasts.

"More right than anything," Sam assured her. "Soon you will take both your daughters as lovers, and you will leverage that love to fully bring the girls into the Hive."

And then, two days later, the inevitable happened.

The creatures under Abby and Charlotte's skin had grown closer to the surface. One day there was the sound of skin cracking, and Abby felt a surge of liquid just above her vaginal slit. She felt something come out of her. The thing just under her skin had burst loose! She looked down and saw a small worm. She was just about to grab for it when it lodged in a tight circle around her clitoris.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped.

And then it was Charlotte's turn to cry out. Carla turned and saw the semi-circular ring in her areola burst. A small worm came crackling out. It started to worm its way down Charlotte's breast, then onto her stomach, heading down, down.

Charlotte moved to pluck it away, but Carla found herself grabbing Charlotte's hand. "No," she said. "Just let it happen." Carla's rider pulsated hot and heavy on her back.

"Why?" Charlotte whispered, confused.

It's all part of becoming a woman.

"It's all a part of becoming a woman," Carla said.

Charlotte, looking at the worm, felt very uncertain. She didn't want that thing in her pubis.

Carla felt her rider whisper something to her. She grabbed Charlotte's hands by the wrists and kissed her passionately. Charlotte gave into it, feeling her mother's naked body pressed against hers, but shivered as she felt the worm enter her pubic hair. And then she gasped as it circled her clitoris.

"Oh... Mom!" she cried, her eyes wide.

The girls were now firmly under the first level of Hive Control. Now it was time for them to get their riders. This method of this experimental method of taking control of the girls had been very slow and indirect, but it had the advantage of being a method that could be applied to a large population. All the Hive had to do was to spike a city's water supply with the drug, and sooner or later everyone in the city would join the Hive.

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Sam was ecstatic when she heard that the worms had matured and taken control of the girls' clitorises. "This is wonderful," she said, giving Carla a big kiss. "The Hive has been working on a new oral serum which could bring people into the Hive. This is a great step forward. Your little girls have become women. Aren't you pleased with the results?"

"Yes," said Carla, smiling. "So does that mean you'll remove that serpent from Michael's head now?"

"Almost," said Sam. "You have one more task to perform."

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If the girls thought the sexual stimulation they had felt over the past week was intense, it was nothing compared to having a worm wrapped around their clitorises. With direct access to their nerve endings, the Hive could play them like puppets whenever it wanted to.

Their worms permitted them to play with their clits, but they did not permit themselves to be removed. When Charlotte tried, she cried out in pain.

"Just touch yourself, dear," said Carla. "Touch yourself, but don't try to remove the worm."

The girls touched themselves and touched themselves and touched themselves but they couldn't bring themselves to orgasm. They spent two painful and pleasant hours working on it, but the tension only built higher.

"Mom, I can't get off!" Charlotte cried, rubbing her clit.

"Keep trying dear," said Carla. She bit her lip. She knew what was going to happen next.

And then Sam showed up, right when they were having a joint masturbation session in the living room.

"Aunt Sam!" said Charlotte, blushing furiously as she hastily taking her hand out of her vagina and covering her breasts with one hand and squeezing her legs shut. Abby also tried to cover up.

"It's all right, girls," said Carla. "Aunt Sam is here... to help."

"She is?" said Charlotte doubtfully.

"I am," said Sam. She started to remove her Survey Service uniform.

"Aunt Sam, you're going to do this... with us?" Charlotte asked, wide eyed.

"Aunt Sam taught me how to do this," said Carla. "And actually... Aunt Sam taught me... a lot of things." Their eyes met, and Carla reddened.

When Sam finished removing her clothes, the girls were in awe. Charlotte goggled at Sam's large, firm breasts, her muscular thighs, and her thick labial lips.

"Aunt Sam... you're so beautiful!" said Charlotte.

"Thank you, dear," said Sam. "You are too."

Charlotte noticed Sam's rider. It looked much larger than her Mom's, and had three golden bands. "You have one of those things on your back too, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," said Sam. Carla made room for her, and she sat down on the sofa between Abby and Charlotte. Charlotte felt a bit intimated by her Aunt's much larger, fuller breasts.

"It's so wonderful to see all you girls together like this, in this intimate way," said Sam.

"It is?" said Charlotte. Carla had never mentioned that Aunt Sam knew what they were doing.

"It's all right," said Sam. "We're all women here. I know what you're going through. I'm here to help you end your suffering."

"You are?" said Charlotte. "Aunt Sam, we have these things lodged inside us-"

"I know all about them," said Sam. "And trust me, by the time I leave here today, those things will be all gone, and you'll feel wonderful."

The smell of Sam's strong musky scent started to fill the room.

And then, as the girls listened, Sam explained all about the Hive, and how they would love it once they joined. "All you have to do is take a rider, like your mother and I have."

"You want to put one of those things on our backs?" Abby asked, even as she fingered herself.

"It's the final step in your sexual development," Sam said gently, squeezing Abby's hand. "You're still a girl now, Abby, but a girl on the cusp of womanhood." She reached out and gently caressed one of Abby's breasts, causing a nipple to come to life before their very eyes. "You're so beautiful," Sam said admiringly. "But with a rider, you'll be even more so. Once you have a rider, you'll become a completely sexually mature woman, like us. Wouldn't you like to be like your mother and I, dear?" Sam cupped her own large breasts and spread her legs to show her thick labial lips and curly blonde pubic bush and the mysterious glowing symbol above her clit. She was so sexy!

Abby's head was swirling with confusion and need. Both the worm and the musky, feminine scent in the air was driving her mad with sexual desire. She desperately needed sexual release, but the worm around her clitoris wouldn't let her climax.

Sam stared right into Abby's eyes. "I can end your suffering, Abby. I can end it right now. Will you let me?"

Abby mind was short-circuited. All she could think about was getting release, to relieve the incredible ache in her clit she had felt for two hours and been powerless to relieve. "Yes," she breathed.

Sam nodded. She gave Abby an appraising look. Then she leaned forward and, for the very first time, kissed her niece, but not as an Aunt; but rather, as one sexually mature woman kissing another.

The feeling of Aunt Sam's lips against her own caused Abby's arousal level to spike further. She moaned as their lips locked, and frantically kissed her Aunt back.

"Oh Aunt Sam, Aunt Sam, you feel so goood!"

"Do you want me to make love to you, Abby?"

Abby's eyes were full of need, courtesy of the worm on her clit. "Yes, please!"

Sam smiled. Abby was ready.

She eased Abby down onto her back on the couch and climbed on top of her. In seconds, she was making love to her niece for the very first time. Abby had always been a delightful child. And now she was a sexually mature woman. Sam had no qualms about bringing her niece into the Hive. She rubbed her much heavier breasts against the 19 year old girl, and ground her pubis against Abby's brown haired bush. Abby's heart pounded as a gorgeous, sexually mature woman made love to her for the first time. Suddenly, she realized what all those masturbation sessions with her mother and sister had been really about. They had been about preparing her for this very moment.

"Mom... is this all right?" Abby said, looking anxiously at her mother.

"Of course it is, dear," said Carla. She could only vaguely remember a time when she didn't want her girls brought into the Hive. Carla was fully on board with the program now. "Don't you find your Aunt Sam sexy?"

"Yes," Abby gasped. "You feel so good, Aunt Sam!"

"And it's only going to feel even better," Sam grinned, as she worked herself into an even higher level of arousal so her rider could begin to reproduce.