Bred by the Hive Ch. 52

"Yuck," said Jack, wiping some off his hand.

"Sorry, Daddy, I should have warned you this was a live fire zone," said Janice with a mock grin.

Jack whispered to Sam. "Did I ever do that? The times when we..."

"Sometimes. You made several stains on the carpet," said Sam, making a face.

The "rest place" that Janice took them to turned out to be an empty corner of an orgy room. They saw men making love to women, women making love to men, things that were part insect making love to men or women, and men and women making love to parts of creatures who defied description or name.

"I'll be back for you in a few minutes," said Janice. Jack watched her ass appreciatively as she walked away.

He felt a slap on his face. "Did you like her that much?" Sam asked angrily.

"No. I only did it because I am HiveFlesh, and must obey," said Jack. He saw the way she looked up at him and he reached over and kissed her reassuringly. She responded eagerly, wanting to feel the warmth of him against her.

When he pulled back, Jack said. "We're not going to have a human baby, are we?"

"I don't know," said Sam. "They assure me it will have my DNA. I'm guessing it will have some modifications."

"Modifications?"

"It will probably be genetically programmed to want to serve the Hive. And perhaps... more."

"Oh," said Jack.

"But it will still be our child," said Sam, taking Jack's hand, and resting her head on his shoulder.

"That's true," said Jack, and she saw the beginnings of a smile.

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Janice came back for them a few minutes later. She led them to another chamber, a room with a number of holes in a fleshy wall. "You are simply going to love this, Daddy," she said, her dark eyes gleaming.

"I am? Oh good," said Jack sarcastically. There was something about Janice's grin he found disturbing.

"Do you see these holes in the wall?" said Janice, pointing to the eight holes at waist level. "You must insert yourself into each of them, back and forth."

"Insert... myself?" said Jack.

"Your penis," said Janice, her eyes shining, as she grabbed his penis again and started to fondle it. She felt Sam's eyes on her. "Do you like it when I touch you like that, Daddy?"

"I...." he looked over at Sam, who frantically mouthed 'yes'.

"Yes," said Jack. "Very much."

Janice looked up at him with a smile filled with wickedness. "You will have to insert yourself, back and forth, until the treatment is done for each hole," said Janice.

"I have to have sex with... eight holes?" Jack asked.

Janice looked amused. "You needn't ejaculate, if that is what concerns you. During the process, you will not be able to."

Jack wondered what she meant by that.

"It can be a... challenging ordeal," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sam, you will have to be by his side constantly. He may need encouragement."

"That's what I'm here for," said Sam, holding Jack's hand tightly.

Janice smiled at Sam, and then Jack. "Get to it, then," she said, slapping Jack in the ass.

Jack went to the first hole, and looked down at his penis. "I can see a problem immediately." Janice hadn't fondled him long enough to get a firm erection.

Sam smiled and reached down and started to stimulate his penis by hand. Jack looked down at his male sex organ.

Sam got his attention. "No, don't look down there, Jack. Look up, into my eyes,"

As she fondled him, Jack looked into her green eyes, and saw the love, the complete adoration, and instantly got an erection.

"Now you're ready," Sam smiled.

"This is so touching," said Janice. "True love. You may begin, Daddy."

Jack, with some slight hesitation, moved forward and inserted his organ into the first hole.

The insides were damp and rough. Jack gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. But slowly, he started to pole in and out of it. Sam enjoyed the sight of watching his penis thrust in and out of the hole in the flesh-lined wall. Jack's buttocks clenched every time he thrusted, and his rider glistened in the green light as he worked himself in and out. The thought of Jack, being controlled by his rider, being forced to have his penis altered, changed, improved, all to serve the Hive, made Sam more than a little wet between her legs.

"How does it feel, Jack?" she asked.

"A little sore," said Jack, pumping in and out.

Janice put an arm around Sam's waist. "Doesn't it feel good, dear? Seeing your lover so completely enslaved, that he volunteers to have his body changed, to better serve the Hive, all for the love for you?"

"Yes," Sam whispered, a little embarrassed as Jack met her eyes. He was doing it all for her, his eyes said.

A few moments later, Jack stopped feeling sensations inside the hole. "Now I don't feel anything."

"That means you finished the first one! Now move on to the next hole," said Marion.

Jack pulled his penis out. The skin was reddish now. He frowned, but put inserted it into the second hole.

"Ow!" he cried, as he started to pump it in and out.

"Does it hurt?" Sam asked.

"Yes!" Jack cried. But he kept pumping it in and out. Pain was written over his face.

Janice reached down and with one hand fondled Sam's breasts, and the other moved between her legs. "Spread your legs, Mommy."

Sam obeyed immediately, widening her stance. As Janice started to fondle her clit, Sam began to get excited. As her breathing quickened, her breasts started to heave.

"Daddy, look at how I'm touching Mommy," said Janice. "Look at how Mommy's breasts are moving up and down. Do you see it?"

"Yes," said Jack, trying to cope with the pain as he worked his penis in and out.

"Look how Mommy's face is excited. Don't you like it that way?"

Jack looked at Sam's face. It was flush with arousal. Her eyes were closed, her head bowed down, her mouth open in the shape of the letter O. She looked like she was in pain, but Jack knew what it was. The pain of arousal. The expression of need on her face, paired with Janice's rapidly moving hand deep between her legs, excited him to no end.

"Yes," he cried, despite the pain. He plowed faster and faster, ignoring the pain, eager to get it done.

As Sam felt Janice stimulating her, she felt an odd combination, pleasure, mixed in with Jack's pain. Something seemed to be very wrong about it. She tried to pull away from Janice's hand, but Janice gave her a sharp glance, and she stood still. The pleasure in her clit... the pain in Jack's face... pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain....

Sam was startled when Jack finished, with a cry, a few seconds later, as if she had come out of a trance. When he withdrew his penis, it was all red and sore.

"Good work, Daddy!" said Janice. "The third hole awaits."

Jack looked hesitant. He saw Janice whisper something in Sam's ear. Sam smiled and walked over to Jack, wiggling her hips. She reached up and grabbed his head and gave him a kiss. He felt to the softness of her breasts pressing against him.

When she pulled back, her eyes were shining. "Do it, Jack. Do it for me."

Jack knew he couldn't deny her anything. He nodded, and walked over to the third hole, and obediently inserted his penis into it.

Immediately he cried out in pain. "Aaaaah!" he cried. It was much more intense that before.

"Don't stop, Daddy!" Janice cried. She wrapped one hand possessively around Sam's waist, while the other once again moved down between Sam's vaginal lips. In moments Sam was once again being stimulated vigorously. "Look at his face, Mommy," Janice whispered. "Doesn't Daddy's face look exactly the same as when he's coming inside of you?"

Sam looked at his face. It was screwed up in pain. And yet... and yet... it did look like Jack's orgasm face. He had the same agonizing expression right before he came, when he was filled with tremendous need, with the intense desire to cum inside of her. As she stared at the face, and felt Janice stimulating her, her body started to sweat. "Yes... yes...."

"How does it feel, Mommy?" Janice whispered.

"Good... it feels good...." She felt her nipples getting hard.

"Then encourage Daddy," she whispered.

"Keep going, Jack! Jack, I love you!" Sam cried obediently, like a puppet.

Jack nodded, his eyes closed, trying to bear the pain. He cried out but continued to pump. As Sam watched him move painfully in and out, and felt Janice's fingers rubbing her clit, she once again felt a very disturbing mixture of pain and pleasure. She shouldn't be feeling this way, not when Jack was in such pain.

But she did. The more Jack suffered, the closer she got to coming. When Jack pulled out, part of her was unhappy because she hadn't been able to come.

When Jack pulled out of the hole, there were tears in his eyes. His member looked a bit sore and red. "I can't do this anymore," he said.

"Yes, yes you can, Jack," said Sam. Her heavy rider pulsated on her back. She was filled with need now, but a different kind: the need to get Jack to obey.

"I can't do this," Jack whispered. "I can't."

"You can, Jack," said Sam. She wrapped her arms around his and pressed her breasts hard against him, and looked into his eyes. "Please, Jack. Do it for me. Please, Jack. Please."

Jack looked down at her soft breasts, and then up into her green eyes, so beautifully framed by her luscious blonde hair.

"Please," she whispered.

Jack nodded unhappily. Sam took him by the hand and led him to the fourth hole. She helped him insert his penis into it.

Jack cried out immediately as he started thrusting.

Janice immediately grabbed Sam by the waist and started masturbating her again.

"Daddy is hurting," Janice whispered, her voice filled with mock concern.

"Yes," said Sam, her face full of real concern. Her rider pulsated on her back, filling her with sexual desire.

"Daddy is in pain!" Janice repeated, as she stroked Sam's clit. "But Daddy hurting makes us feel good, doesn't it, Mommy?"

Sam was startled by the question. She looked at Jack. He was crying out in pain. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was pounding into the hole furiously, his teeth gritted, his eyes closed, his face all screwed up.

No one could confuse this with a man reaching orgasm. And yet... when Sam looked at him, when she heard his cries, she did feel sexually excited. Jack's moans stirred something in her vagina, something that built up harder and harder. She watched him pound into the hole in the wall, the hole giving him terrible pain. He was only doing it because of her, because he was enslaved to the needs of the Hive. The thought of Jack enduring pain for her inflamed her mind and her cunt. The warmth of her rider pressed insistently against her back and its tendrils in her mind. She needed release, and she needed it soon.

"Doesn't it feel good, Mommy, doesn't it?" Janice was insistent. It was as if corrupting Sam so thoroughly was an integral part of the project. "Don't you love Daddy's pain? Don't you need Daddy's pain?

Sam stared at the male slave called Jack, crying out as he banged into the hole again and again, his powerful ass muscles flexing in order to give himself the maximum thrust. Seeing Jack used like that, subjugated, humiliated, excited her. She gasped, panting hard. It excited her without end.

"Yes, yes, I need it," said Sam, through gritted teeth. She had to get release.

And then Jack cried out, and pulled out his penis, and Janice skillfully stopped caressing her, just before Sam could come. For a moment, completely forgetting about Jack, Sam felt intensely sexually frustrated.

Jack had finished the fourth hole. His penis had changed now. It looked large and pink and meatier, like a giant sausage.

Jack had tears in his eyes. "I can't do it anymore. I can't, I can't I can't I can't," he cried.

"Go to him, Mommy," Janice whispered, squeezing Sam's ass and pushing her forward.

Sam put an arm around Jack. "My poor dear Jack," She said, kissing him tenderly. "You're half done!"

"I can't," he said. "I'm sorry, Sam, I just can't. The pain is too intense."

Sam felt the heat of the heavy rider on her back. She felt thoughts enter her brain, all organized in a row.

"Then I'm sorry too, Jack," said Sam.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked.

Sam took his hand. "I'll have to find another lover. Another man to inseminate me. Another man to fill me with his cum," she said looking up at him. "Don't worry, Jack, I'll find another man to have a baby with me. The Hive will find someone," she said, looking at him longingly. She spread her legs and rubbed her lower lips suggestively.

Jack took a deep breath. He was in such tremendous pain. He looked at Sam. She was so supremely fuckable. He had to have her. He had to be inside her. His rider humped his back strongly, filling his mind, filling it with need.

"I... I..."

"Yes, dear?" said Sam innocently.

"I'll do it," said Jack. "But you'll... you'll have to help me."

"Of course, dear," said Sam, giving him a sunny smile programmed by her rider. She walked him to the fifth hole, and helped him raise his penis to it. Jack looked so vulnerable, so much in pain. She helped him insert it into the hole, so he could continue the process.

Jack screamed even as he made his first thrust.

Sam, startled, took a step back, right into Janice's arms. She felt a familiar hand snake between her leg again, but this time the pace changed.

It was quicker, more insistent. She felt the rider on her back pushing her to sexual climax more rapidly, as if there were some urgency.

Jack cried out as he thrusted.

"Doesn't it make you feel good, dear?" said Janice. "Isn't Daddy's pain your pleasure?"

"Yes," Sam whispered, watching Jack moving back and forth in agony.

"Say it, dear, say it," Janice whispered. "If you want to come, say it."

Sam looked at the intense pain written all over Jack's face. He was in agony as his very manhood was being changed, altered. He was no longer a man, but simply a male slave, to be used however the Hive thought fit. And she had been the one responsible for enslaving him, for bringing him to this very moment.

The thought excited her like none other. She had to come, and she had to come now.

"Daddy's pain is my pleasure," she whispered, feeling terrible and terribly excited, all at the same time.

"What kind of pleasure, Mommy?" Janice asked innocently. She started moving her fingers over the exposed tip of Sam's clit, poking out from her clitoral hood. Sam was getting close to earning her reward, and Janice wanted to make sure she would be ready to receive it.

"Sexual... pleasure," said Sam, gasping with sexual joy. She felt waves of sexual pleasure coursing through her body as Janice fondled the very tip of her clit. "I... I love seeing him in pain."

"Do you Mommy, do you really?" Janice's eyes were hypnotic. The feeling on the tip of her clit was irresistible.

"Yes!" Sam cried out, as her breasts heaved. "I love his agony, Janice. I want Jack's pain, I need his pain. Jack's pain... Jack's pain is my pleasure!" She gasped that last. As she said it, she cried out as something clicked in her brain and she felt a surge of sexual energy in her clit. Sam started rubbing her breasts violently as she felt her orgasm rapidly closing in. "His pain is my pleasure! His pain is my pleasure ! Please, baby girl. Please, let me come, now, now NOW!" Her eyes were all glassy now, full of need. She was practically begging to come.

Jack, still feeling intense pain, turned his head and looked at Sam. He saw her experiencing intense sexual pleasure at his own expense. He saw her fondling herself and gasping with pleasure as he endured the worst pain imaginable. He realized that his pain was satisfying her own sexual needs. Their eyes met, and a bond, of shame and lust and humiliation and pleasure formed between the two of them. Each looked so helpless to the other, locked in a sexual prison of pain and pleasure from which there was no escape.

"Get ready, Mommy, because you are about to get your reward," said Janice, working her fingertips furiously over the very tip of Sam's clit.

And then everything happened at once.

Jack was literally pushed out of the hole by an unknown force. His penis has changed utterly. It was a long, hard, hairy thing with a leather sack instead of testacles. It looked large, forbidding, alien.

The shock on Jack's face and the monstrous enlargement of his penis sent Sam over the edge. "AARRRRTGH!" she screamed. She cried out as she felt an enormous orgasm between her legs, a sexual shockwave which expanded all over her body. Sam gave a guttural groan as she found herself staring at Jack's now enormous tool. She couldn't help it; her clitoris was simply radiating waves of pleasure. She felt tremendous horror in her mind, even as her body was awash in sexual ecstasy. Jack's pain had become imprinted on her as joy. Jack had given himself completely to the Hive, and had made the ultimate sacrifice. The thought of it, of Jack submitting so fully, send wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flooding through Sam's vagina. Even as she rubbed her clit vigorously, milking the orgasm for all it was worth, a part of her, a very small part of her, wondered how could she take pleasure in such a thing. What had the Hive done to her?

And then the moment passed, and Sam was at Jack's side, hugging and comforting him.

"It's all right, it's all right," she said, pumping his hand.

Jack looked at his enormous, bony, hair penis, and the leathery sack attached where the testicles used to be. He stared at it with great surprise. "What is this?"

"This is your new fluid sack, Daddy," said Janice.

"What is it for?"

"It will be filled with your sperm, Daddy. Your new sperm," said Janice, caressing his organ as she looked up at him with mocking eyes.

Jack looked at Sam. Now everything was absolutely clear. There was no chance they would be making a child of their own. Whatever they produced would be from the Hive.

And yet... Janice had said the baby would have some of Sam's DNA. Would it also have some of his own? He held out a faint hope.

"Time to put your thing into the seventh hole, Daddy," said Janice.

Jack looked at Sam, at her beautiful green eyes, her full red lips, her lovely face. He so wanted to please her. He would do anything for her. He nodded, and meekly inserted himself into the seventh hole. There was pain once again, but it was much less. He worked his penis in and out, gritting his teeth. He endured the discomfort. And when he pulled out, he started to see some changes.

The tip of his penis had grown a hard, sharp tip. Long, fine black hairs were growing all along the length of the shaft. He looked at Sam questioningly. She smiled. "You're being prepared for reproduction, Jack," she said, kissing him. "Doesn't it feel good now?"

Her words excited Jack, as his double banded rider filled him with pride and joy. "Yes, it feels good. Really good," he said, smiling.

He was still smiling as Sam reached up and kissed him again, with greater passion. She gently took his penis and inserted it into the eighth hole. "Now finish this last hole and let's get out of here."

Her smile propelled him onwards. Jack obediently began thrusting back and forth, concentrating on Sam's concerned face, as he thrusted in and out, in and out. He was doing it for her, he told himself. Not the Hive. That determination kept him going, arching his back, thrusting forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, all as he stared at her beautiful smile.

Sam looked at Jack, fucking the hole in the wall, the most obedient of slaves. This was their lives now. They would do whatever the Hive told them to. As Sam watched Jack pump in and out, she felt a surge of excitement as she realized that soon he would be doing the same to her, as soon as this was done.