Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

"No, Greg," said Elizabeth.

They were talking quietly in the bedroom. Greg was already late for work but this could be their only opportunity. Darlene had left the house for somewhere and they might not have a chance to be alone again for some time.

"I can take it off of you, Elizabeth," said Greg. He had already gotten her to take off her shirt. He could see her small, immature rider, pulsating slowly above her bra strap. "It's only going to get bigger and stronger over time. Do you want it taking control of you?"

"No, of course not!" said Elizabeth.

"Then let me remove it," said Greg. He saw the reluctance on her face. "I'll be as gentle as I can. I promise."

Elizabeth looked pained, but reluctantly nodded and turned away from him so her rider would be facing Greg. Greg looked at the brownish yellow parasite. If he could remove it, Darlene would have less of a hold over them. How Darlene would react upon discovering they had removed it was another matter he didn't care to think about. Maybe after he removed Elizabeth's rider he could remove Darlene's. But somehow he didn't think so. He knew Darlene would put up a tremendous fight. She was clearly under the full control of her rider.

Greg reached out and tentatively put his fingers on the edge of the rider. It felt warm to the touch. Elizabeth gasped and took a deep breath. Then Greg started to try and peel it off her.

Elizabeth screamed. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Greg held on and tried to peel more of it off of her. She broke free and ran to the other side of the room, turning to face him. "Don't you do that!" she cried.

"Elizabeth!"

"Don't you ever do that again!" Elizabeth yelled. A strange light was in her eyes. "If you touch my rider again I'll kill you!" she shouted.

"Elizabeth... oh, Elizabeth," said Greg sadly.

The strange light in her eyes started to fade. "Greg?" she looked around. "What happened?"

"I tried to remove your rider," said Greg. "I... I don't think I can."

"Greg, I'm frightened!" said Elizabeth. She looked so vulnerable, standing there shivering in her white bra. "If I come to you, do you promise not to try and touch my rider again?"

Greg swallowed hard, and nodded.

Elizabeth flew into his arms. He hugged her tightly as she sobbed. It was too late to try and remove her rider. Even now, mere hours since it had been implanted, Elizabeth was already too far under its control. Greg would have to give Darlene what she wanted.

What Darlene wanted was the home addresses of every ESPER in the Survey Service. Greg considered his options. What Darlene was asking for would make the most valuable members of the Survey Service, their only line of defense against the aliens, completely vulnerable.

But Greg felt he had no choice but to obey. He saw he couldn't remove Elizabeth's rider. And the black spider had instructed him that resistance was useless. If he tried to deceive the Hive again, Elizabeth and Rudy would be severely punished.

And so he complied.

That evening when he came home from work, Greg, with a bowed head, handed Darlene a Pad with a complete list of the addresses of all the Survey Service ESPer's.

Darlene was very happy as she scrolled down the list. This information was extremely valuable. Her primary mission goals had been accomplished.

Now to begin reaching for the secondary goals.

After Greg handed Darlene the list of ESPer addresses, he said, "I have done everything you asked. Now I ask you to remove the parasites from my wife and son."

"I have to study this list first, and verify some of the names and addresses," said Darlene. "In the meantime, I have something to show you. Elizabeth, your shirt?"

Elizabeth reluctantly removed her shirt and turned around. They could see, between her shoulder blades, her very first rider. It was brown yellow and bright and pulsating.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Darlene, putting her hand on Greg's shoulder. "That's how I felt, the first time I saw a rider. Elizabeth, what are you?"

"I... I am HiveFlesh," said Elizabeth, in a tight voice.

"Elizabeth, no!" said Greg.

"What is your purpose?" Darlene asked.

"To ovulate, have my eggs fertilized, to incubate and give birth to expand the Hive," said Elizabeth, in a choked voice. Seeing her controlled like that, like a puppet, made Greg's heart break. What had his wife, his best friend, become?

"Very good, Mother," said Darlene. She reached over and kissed Elizabeth on the cheek. "Soon you will learn to love your rider more than anything," said Darlene. "And Greg here is going to help you with that."

"How?" said Greg.

"Sex," said Darlene. "The two of you will have sex every night and every morning, until her rider matures. Sex makes the rider grow stronger more quickly."

"No," said Greg immediately.

"All right, then," said Darlene. "I'm off to give Rudy his next three worms. He'll have a rider by the morning."

"Wait," said Greg. He hesitated. "Is this the last thing you will make us do?"

"I have to verify the data you've provided. We will see," said Darlene. "But if you show me that you can be trusted, that you will follow instructions, it will go a long way in your favor to being released."

"But... if the rider matures, it will take control of Elizabeth," said Greg.

"Temporarily," said Darlene. "Once we remove the rider, Elizabeth will be free again. What will it be, Greg? Elizabeth, or Rudy?"

Greg looked at Darlene. He realized now that Darlene would never remove the parasites from Elizabeth or Rudy. The only question in his mind was who was he going to try to protect: his son or his wife?

"Do it," Elizabeth whispered. "Do it, Greg."

Greg looked at Elizabeth. He loved her so much. She was willing to let the rider take control of her, to protect Rudy.

"A wise decision, Mother," said Darlene. "Very good! You may begin your first session now."

"In front of you?"

"Are you afraid to show affection in front of your daughter?" Darlene smirked.

Suddenly Elizabeth's rider started to pump her full of hormones. She looked at her husband. She needed him, badly. She hugged him and began to kiss him wildly. "Greg... Greg... I need it," she said.

"You see? Mom isn't shy about performing in front of an audience," said Darlene.

Elizabeth started to feel it between her legs, a burning need, to be filled, to be used. Her rider was feeding her images of being taken sexually, and it aroused her without end.

"No," said Greg, trying to resist her kisses. "No, we shouldn't."

Elizabeth was burning with sexual desire. She heard her rider whisper something in her head. She didn't quite catch the words, but all of a sudden she found herself getting to her knees, unzipping Greg's pants, and pulling out his penis. Somehow, without realizing it, she was sucking on it. The entire action was entirely unplanned, and unthought--it was as if her body was under remote control.

"No, Elizabeth," said Greg. But his attitude quickly changed as she sucked on the head of his organ. It felt incredible. He saw Elizabeth, on her knees, looking up at him. She was becoming a slave of the Hive, but for the moment, the Hive had turned her into a slave to satisfy his own needs. It was incredibly arousing. Greg started to moan as he felt Elizabeth's tongue and lips work on the head of his organ, and before long he was resting his hands on her shoulder, accepting whatever she was doing to him.

"Mom may be the one sucking you off, Dad, but it is the Hive which is causing it to happen," said Darlene.

"Ooooh," Greg groaned.

"Mom, I think he's ready for more," said Darlene.

Elizabeth pulled out with a pop. Her lips were red and wet. Her large dark eyes were hypnotic. She started to undress Greg. He didn't resist, at least, not very much.

As they stood naked together, Elizabeth gave him a wolfish grin. "Are you ready to fuck me, dear?"

"We shouldn't be doing this," Greg whispered, fully aware that his penis was erect and glistening from her saliva.

Elizabeth cocked her head, as if she were listening to something. "It's not about what you want anymore, Greg. It's about what the Hive wants." She pushed him down to the bed and quickly joined him.

Soon both of them were nude, touching and kissing and petting, and their bodies were intertwined on the bed. They no longer knew or cared that Darlene was watching them with a wicked grin on her face. Greg entered Elizabeth, and started pumping between her legs, but Elizabeth whispered, "No. It says I must be on top." And she flipped him, so she was the one making the most exertion, and Darlene was treated to the delicious sight of Elizabeth riding up and down on Greg's organ.

No! Greg knew the greater exertion would only help her rider grow more quickly, Greg tried to resist, to flip her so he was on top, but Darlene's arm snaked in and held him down. "No, Father!" she said. "Mother must be on top." She stared at him with dark, firm eyes. Greg stopped struggling and let it happen. It all felt so good anyway. "That's right, Father. Just relax. Let it happen. Let nature take its course," she said, with a mocking smile, releasing him gradually.

Darlene watched Elizabeth make love to Greg. She was treated to the delicious sight of Elizabeth's rider pulsating on her back as Elizabeth exerted herself to the maximum, raising herself up and down on her husband's stiff shaft. Her breathing intensified, her blood flowed rapidly, and her muscles started to ache, all of which fed her rider, providing it with vital nutrients, helping it to grow. She was already partially under its control, and she was cooperating nicely to make it even more so.

Elizabeth knew what was happening, but didn't care. A part of her even wanted it to happen. She wanted to join the Hive, to be controlled. Her sex drive, stoked by her rider, was simply too strong to resist.

"It's just going to control you more," said Greg. "It's only going to make things worse."

"I know," said Elizabeth. "But I just need it, Greg," she panted, as she moved up and down, her rider pulsating strongly on her back. "I need it so bad."

And then, at some point, Darlene left the room and returned with her brother Rudy. Rudy's eyes bulged as he watched his mother ride up and down on his father's penis, while her new rider pulsated between her shoulder blades.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing?" Rudy cried.

Elizabeth's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Rudy had never seen them making love before. Darlene seemed intent on shaming them as much as possible. She tried to stop, she tried to dismount, but found her need was too great. To her enormous shame, she kept pumping.

"Mom's working on strengthening her rider, dear brother," said Darlene, putting an arm around Rudy.

"Strengthening it?" said Rudy.

"Um hm," said Darlene. "Vigorously physical activity helps her rider mature more rapidly."

"Why... why would Mom want to do that?" Rudy asked.

"Because she wants her rider to control her better, to grow stronger on her back and in her mind," said Darlene. She looked into Rudy's green eyes and saw the doubt and fear and longing. "You'll see. When you get your first rider, you'll want to do it too."

"Mom?" Rudy said in disbelief. His eyes met hers, and Elizabeth felt a wave of shame all over her body. "Mom, take that thing off your back."

"I... I can't, dear," she gasped, as she rode his father in front of him. "I... I must obey."

And then Elizabeth, to her tremendous shame, cried out as she experienced the first of several orgasms as her son watched. She felt the energy being drained from her body, being sucked into the creature nestling between her shoulder blades. She collapsed on top of Greg, totally exhausted.

Thus began a pattern. Every morning and every evening Elizabeth's rider would stimulate her sexually, and she would start to touch and kiss Greg all over, and whisper in his ear to plead with him to make love to her, to fuck her.

Greg tried to resist, knowing that his actions were only leading Elizabeth to become more and more enslaved.

"We can't, Elizabeth," he said. "You're helping it to take over your mind," he said, between kisses.

"But I need it, Greg," she said, rubbing her breasts against him. "I need it so badly."

Greg continued to balk, but every time Elizabeth put her lips on his penis, all thoughts of resistance fled out the window. Just as the rider was controlling Elizabeth, Elizabeth had found a way to control Greg... and so now her rider was indirectly controlling Greg as well.

Much as Greg hated to admit it, he found the rider's control of his wife to be terribly arousing. Elizabeth had always been somewhat of a reserved lover. The sight of her eagerly seeking him out for sex was so new, so exciting for him.

But Greg still tried to resist. The evening after Darlene had gotten them started, Elizabeth reached for him again. She reached out and kissed him, and pressed her breasts against him. Her rider was stimulating her, and she in turn was stimulating him.

"Is it controlling you more?" he asked anxiously.

No, no dear it's not.

"No, no dear it's not," she assured him. She started feverishly unbuckling his pants and then opening them with a broad smile.

"We shouldn't be doing this," said Greg.

Just one more time, dear.

"Just one more time, dear," said Elizabeth. "Just one more time," she promised.

They both knew that wasn't true. But as Elizabeth put his organ in her mouth, and started sucking him, Greg howled with delight. "All right, just one more time," he groaned. Elizabeth smiled and lifted her body up and mounted him.

Sex with Elizabeth was slower now, more deliberate, as her rider wanted her to make the maximum exertion. As she rode up and down on his organ, Greg saw his wife panting and getting sweaty. It was using her, using her to make itself grow, but in such a sexual way that turned Greg on. There was an alien glow in her eyes. Her rider was using her, yes, but it was also making her more attracted to him, and his body couldn't help but react to it.

"Do you have it under control? Do you really?" Greg asked anxiously, as he watched his penis appear and disappear inside of her lovely pubic triangle as she poled him rapidly.

"Yes, yes, I have total control," Elizabeth assured him, giving a ghostly smile as she furiously worked herself up and down on his shaft.

Elizabeth had promised that would be the last time, but the following morning, of course, Greg woke up to the feeling of Elizabeth once again sucking on his penis. "Ooooh," he gasped. And for the first time, he smelled something, like Elizabeth's natural scent, only stronger. As he inhaled the scent, he felt immediately aroused.

"No, Elizabeth, no," said Greg feebly. But he didn't resist, and even cooperated as she mounted him again, fully participating for an hour of extended lovemaking.

That evening when Greg came home he found Elizabeth in the kitchen. She was staring at a wall, idly mumbling, "Momomomomomom."

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, what are you doing?" said Greg.

Elizabeth seemed to snap out of a trance. "Oh, Greg, it's you. I've waited so long for you to come home." Instantly she was in his arms, hugging and kissing him.

"No... no..." said Greg. But then he started smelling Elizabeth's scent again, mixed in with something alien. He quickly became sexually aroused.

Elizabeth smiled when he started kissing her back with passion. She took him by the hand to the bedroom, where they had an extended lovemaking session.

Afterwards, Greg noticed Elizabeth modeling herself in the bathroom mirror. Greg went over to her. He noticed her rider was getting bigger. And thicker too. "It's growing," said Greg.

"Yes," said Elizabeth, with a small smile.

"Elizabeth! Do you want this?" said Greg.

"I... I don't know... maybe," she said, as if she were admitting something embarrassing.

"No, Elizabeth, no," said Greg. "We can't do this again. You're falling under its control."

"But it feels so good," she said, starting to kiss him again. Greg started to smell that peculiar odor again. He felt her pressing against his naked body. Suddenly, even after having had sex, he found he needed it again. His penis grew proudly erect. Elizabeth smiled and grabbed it. "Here. Let me help you with that."

"No," Greg whispered, but he didn't resist as Elizabeth led him back to bed.

After that, Greg no longer even made a token resistance. He participated fully, even knowing what it was doing to his wife. There was something about her, some kind of smell, which filled him with such need that he couldn't resist.

"Are you making progress, Mom?" Darlene asked, three days later, as she inspected her mother's rider. Greg was in the bathroom.

"Yes," Elizabeth hissed. "I can feel it."

Darlene inspected Elizabeth's rider, running her fingertips along the edges of it.

"Oh, it feels so good," Elizabeth whispered.

"And it's only going to feel better still," said Darlene. "Momomomomomom!"

Elizabeth suddenly stiffened.

"Momomomomomom!" said Darlene again, staring into her eyes.

"Momomomomomom!" said Elizabeth.

"Momomomomomom!" said Darlene.

"Momomom, Mamoomisham, Mamoomishan!" said Elizabeth. She looked dazed for a moment, until her eyes slowly cleared.

"Excellent, Mother," said Darlene. "Tell me, Mother, do you want your rider to mature, Mother?"

"I... yes," said Elizabeth. She only felt a trace of shame saying it.

"That's how I felt, when I was being trained," said Darlene.

Elizabeth turned to face her daughter. Suddenly she saw her in a new light. They stared into each other's eyes. Then Darlene leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth on the lips. Elizabeth permitted herself the luxury of grinding against her daughter's lips for a long moment. Then she pulled back. "No," she said, in a husky voice. "What if your father sees?"

"Soon Dad will join us," Darlene whispered. "Both him and Rudy. Would that please you?"

"No. I... I don't know," said Elizabeth.

"You will, soon enough," said Darlene. "Does Dad know about you?"

"No! He thinks I'm still in full control," said Elizabeth.

"Good," said Darlene. She let her fingers play over Elizabeth's arm as she stared into her mother's eyes. "Let me know when you've joined us fully."

After four solid days of wild lovemaking, Greg knew they had to stop. He had been monitoring Elizabeth's rider anxiously. When he saw the faint outline of a gold band, he drew the line. "No more sex," he said sternly that night, as Elizabeth started to kiss and hug him. She had caught him at a vulnerable moment, when he was changing into his pajamas. He only had his underwear on.

"But I need you, Greg," said Elizabeth, pressing her chest against his. She was totally nude. He felt the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest.

"No," said Greg. "One more time may push you over the edge. It will take control of you."

"But I want it to take control of me, Greg," said Elizabeth. She pressed against him harder, kissing him passionately. "I want to be part of the Hive. And I need you to help me."

Greg, horrified, realized that his wife was already partially under the control of the Hive. "No, Elizabeth, no!"

Elizabeth pushed him down on the bed, and then yanked off his underwear. Greg tried to get up, but she pushed him down with more strength than a woman should have. She reached down and took his penis in her mouth. She expertly fellated him. In moments, Greg was groaning and thrashing on the bed. Elizabeth drove his arousal, but was careful not to let him come. After a few moments, she let his penis, now rock hard, slide out of her mouth. She quickly climbed on top of him.

Greg's penis, in urgent need, was ramrock hard and ruby red. Elizabeth took it in her hand and started rubbing it vigorously against her vaginal lips. She looked at her husband who was once again groaning with pleasure. "Have you changed your mind? Do you want me now, Greg?" She spread her vaginal lips, showing Greg the intense source of his urgent desire.

Greg nodded fearfully.

Elizabeth mockingly offered him her cunt, and he took it, knowing the price. He cooperated as Elizabeth grabbed his organ and slid it inside her. As she poled up and down on him he cooperated fully, timing his upward thrusts with her downward ones, groaning with pleasure with every thrust, knowing the price they both would have to pay afterwards was a steep one. Elizabeth smiled at him with an inhuman smile and blank eyes as she rode on his penis, working herself extra hard for the next 45 minutes, while on her back, her rider glistened and pulsated with parasitic energy.

Elizabeth sat ramrod straight up in bed in the middle of the night. Greg was awoken by her sudden movements. "What is it?"

"My rider," she said, feeling her own breasts, as if touching her body for the first time.

"What about it?"

"It loves me," said Elizabeth.

Greg looked at her back. Her rider had a gold ring around it now.

Elizabeth had joined the Hive.

"Oh no," said Greg.

"It sang to me, in the night," said Elizabeth, rubbing her nipples. "It loves me, Greg, it really does."

"Elizabeth, the rider is just controlling you," said Greg.

"And what's wrong with that, dear?" She asked. She gave him a passionate kiss. "I want to be controlled by the Hive. Enslaved. Used. It feels so good, Greg. It all feel so good." And she kissed him again. Her tongue entered his mouth, and danced with his. He felt her breasts pressing against him.

Part of Greg was clearly horrified, but he was also aroused. This was a new Elizabeth, an foreign, alien Elizabeth. But also one who was so tremendously sensual. In one swift move, she mounted his penis again, and to his immense shame, he found himself cooperating.

Darlene learned about Elizabeth's rider reaching maturity the next morning. She inspected Elizabeth's rider and kissed Elizabeth on the lips to offer her congratulations. Elizabeth kissed her back.

"How do you feel, Mom?" Darlene asked, as Greg looked on, feeling a little sick.

"Wonderful!" said Elizabeth.

"And your rider?" Darlene asked.

Elizabeth gave a shy smile. "It loves me."

"Elizabeth!" said Greg sharply.

Elizabeth took his hand. "I'm sorry, dear, but it's true." She smiled like a woman in love.

"Elizabeth, don't let it control you," said Greg desperately. He felt his wife slipping away from him.

"It's inevitable," said Darlene. "Mom, how do you feel about the Hive?"

"I love it. My purpose is to incubate eggs and to help it expand," said Elizabeth promptly.

"Elizabeth!" Greg said again.

"I'm sorry, dear, that's just how I feel," said Elizabeth.

"No, it's not, it's how that thing on your back feels," said Greg.

"If you feel so strongly, Dad, why did you help Mom make her rider grow?" said Darlene, putting her arms around him. "Why did you let her fuck your brains out, over and over, knowing it was increasing our hold over her?"

"It was... it was...." Greg was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Instinct," said Darlene, looking into his eyes. "Sexual instinct. That's all the Hive does, Dad, is harness your natural instincts. It allows you to shed cumbersome customs and reach your full reproductive potential."

Greg bit her lip. "Now that we've done as you asked, I want this off of her."

"Of course. When you've completed all your tasks," said Darlene.​