Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Somehow, after he had finished covering the fifteen women, Miles found himself falling into a new routine. He would report his completion to Melinda and talk a bit before leaving for the day, but on the third day Melinda invited him to lay down by her side as they talked. Soon it progressed from there. As they talked, Melinda would give Miles longing looks, and begin to touch and fondle him, his arms, his chest, his legs, and eventually his penis, telling him how handsome he was, how virile, how sexy, and what an excellent inseminator he was for the Hive. After a while, Miles started to fondle her as well, her large, firm breasts, her arms, her legs, and even her lush dark triangle between her legs. And then somehow, without quite realizing it, Miles was making love to her. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. As Miles thrusted into Melinda's tight vagina, his sixteenth conquest of the day, he realized she had taken him for a lover, and he had accepted, without fully realizing when it had ever happened.

Somehow it was worse than it had been with the fifteen women, who he had been covering out of a sense of obligation, to his wife and family. Miles was making love to Melinda freely and voluntarily. He had no mitigating excuses; he was cheating on Keiko. His marriage vows had been totally abrogated.

And yet Miles, feeling only slight pangs of guilt, was loving every minute of it. Even after the head of his penis had sampled the insides of fifteen vaginas every day, his male sex organ was still hungry for what Melinda had to offer. She had an internal tightness which amazed him, and an intensity on her face that could cause him to climax with just a glance. It took longer for him to come after servicing fifteen women, but Melinda didn't seem to mind; indeed, she seemed to relish the longer lovemaking experience, staring into his eyes with a delightful smile as he boned her thoroughly for nearly an hour ever time.

And each time after Melinda milked the remaining sperm from Miles's testicles, they would lie together, fondling each other, and she would talk to him, to reinforce his conditioning.

"From what you've told me, you've used this only once in your life to reproduce," said Melinda, cupping his penis as she fondled it. "And before you joined the Hive, you practiced on your wife, and only your wife, twice a week, correct?"

"Yes," said Miles. There was no longer any obfuscation in him. He had to admit the truth.

"But you have such greater ability, Miles," she said, with lust in her eyes. "Think of all the hundreds of women you could have inseminated. Think of all the life you could have created."

"But our society doesn't work that way," said Miles, feeling her caressing the Hive Mark on the head of his penis with her forefinger and thumb. The green glowing alien symbol marked him as a slave of the Hive. Miles had to presume the mark was a permanent one.

"But our society works differently," said Melinda, tilting his head up and giving him a kiss. Miles responded in kind, eagerly, taking all she had to give. When she pulled back, she said, "Don't you see the advantages of our system, which lets you take full advantage of what your body can achieve?"

"Maybe," said Miles.

"Maybe," said Melinda mockingly, imitating his deep voice. She gave him an appraising look. "I think you're ready for the next step, Miles."

"Next step?"

"From now on, you are not to have sex with anyone who doesn't have a Hive Mark, unless we tell you to."

"No... sex?" Miles tried to figure out the implications. "That means...."

"That's right. No more sex with Keiko." Her brown eyes were hard.

"But... why?"

"You are part of the Hive, now," said Melinda. "Your body belongs to us, for the next six and a half weeks. Not her." She paused, studying his face. "What's wrong, Miles? Can't Keiko do without her twice a week calisthenics for a few weeks?"

"I suppose so," said Miles slowly.

Melinda slapped him on the ass. "Then rush home and tell her the good news." Miles slowly got up. He didn't like the way she smiled at him.

Miles didn't rush to tell Keiko the "good news". Keiko found out two days later, when she tried to have sex with him. When it came to matters of sex and vaginal intercourse, Keiko always wanted Miles to be the initiator, but she would always give him heavy hints, rubbing against him like a cat and giving him wet kisses.

But one night she rubbed against him repeatedly, and when Miles didn't respond, Keiko got a hurt look on her face. "Miles, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," said Miles, getting ready for bed.

"Don't you want to...."

"I can't," said Miles.

"Can't?" said Keiko. He frowned. "Do they have you fucking so many women that-"

"It's not that," said Miles. He took a deep breath. "I've been ordered not to."

"Ordered not to?"

He faced her. This wasn't going to be pleasant. "Melinda told me that I wasn't to sleep with anyone who didn't have the Hive Mark on them."

"I wonder who she could have been thinking of when she made that little rule?" said Keiko, her eyes flashing. "Besides, how would she ever know?"

"Dear, I have to obey the Hive," said Miles, in a resigned tone.

"Dear, I have to obey the Hive," she said, mimicking his voice. "I forget, did they make your dick bigger, Miles, or did they just cut it off entirely?"

"Dear, there's little more than six weeks left," said Miles.

"Good!" said Keiko. "Because that's how long you're going to be sleeping on the couch!" She pointed to the door.

Miles sighed, and went for his pillow.

"Aha, aha, aaaaaah!" Sally cried out, as Miles' seed blasted into her unprotected womb. Miles had just climaxed seconds earlier. Sally liked to come at the same time as Miles. It made her feel closer to him. Miles accommodated her, speeding up or slowing down as she needed. It was a little thing. If it made her more comfortable in this unpleasant situation, so much the better.

Miles let go inside of her with all he had, flooding the deep end of her vagina with his alien seed. He had gotten to know and like several of the girls, especially Deidre and Amy, but he liked Sally the best. As a man, he enjoyed using all the women, but by far he enjoyed filling Sally with his semen the most. There was something fragile, vulnerable about her that made inseminating her especially... potent for him.

"Thank you Miles," she whispered, her arms around him.

"For what?" Miles said.

"For being so gentle with me," she said, looking into his eyes. "You didn't have to. You could have just treated this like an assignment, fertilizing an incubator for the Hive. But to you I'm more than just the eleventh vagina in line. You care, you really do, and you tried to set me at ease, I can tell." She gave him a kiss, which caused him to start to get hard again.

Suddenly Sally got a funny expression on her face and grabbed her belly.

"What is it?" Miles asked.

"I don't know," said Sally.

But soon they did. Sally was taken in for examination. A Hiveslave inserted a rod into Sally's vagina. The rod quickly glowed green. The Hiveslave nodded.

"I'm pregnant!" Sally cried. She reached out and cried and hugged Miles.

Sally felt terribly ambivalent. She had no desire to be impregnated with Hivelife. But at the same time, she had formed a bond with Miles. She even felt like she was beginning to fall in love with him. Even though she didn't want to be an incubator for the Hive, Sally adored the memory of how Miles gently made love to her each and every time. How could she oppose carrying a child created by a genuine act of love?

Sally was only the first. More women started to get pregnant afterwards. The ones with riders on their backs were ecstatic; but even the ones who only had worms wrapped around their clitorises were pleased as well. There was something about Miles, some natural male charisma, that had injected excitement into the process.

Miles proceeded to continue to make love to the remaining women, even as their numbers dwindled to twelve, ten, and then eight. The women who had been impregnated sat on the sidelines while he inseminated the rest. Sally in particular looked unhappy.

One day just as he finished recharging his penis he went over to her. "What's wrong?" He touched her distended belly. "You're going to have a baby."

Sally gave a quick smile and pumped his hand. "We're going to have a baby, you mean. It's just...." Her voice faded off.

"What?"

"When I had Joanna, Bill was by my side the entire time. Here... I'm all alone here, Miles. When a woman gets pregnant, she becomes very... vulnerable. I don't even have the companionship of physical touch anymore," she said, squeezing his hand.

Miles looked down at Sally. He knew what she needed.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs," said Miles.

"What?" said Sally.

"You heard me," said Miles.

Sally hurriedly lay back and lifted her knees. Miles got between her legs and inserted himself into her.

"Miles, what are you doing?" Sally asked.

"Making love to you." He started the ritual of reproduction.

"But... I'm already pregnant!"

"So?"

The women all watched wide eyed as Miles made love to Sally. He did it slowly, leisurely, and didn't stop until Sally got her orgasm. As she did, she looked up at Miles and fondly touched his hair. "Thank you," she whispered.

Miles smiled back at her.

Melinda found out, of course. One time after they had finished a leisurely lovemaking session, she played a hand over his chest and said, "I hear you're still making love to Sally."

Miles stiffened. "That's right." Had he broken some rule of the Hive?

Melinda gave him a mocking look. "Are you trying to make her pregnant twice, Miles? Is it a new kind of experiment?"

Miles gave no answer as Melinda gently tweaked his nipples. "Having unnecessary relations is a waste of Hive resources, Miles. It's a waste of energy and a waste of sperm."

"It's not a waste," said Miles. "It's as you said, a new kind of experiment."

"Really?" said Melinda skeptically.

"Really," said Miles.

"And what experiment is that?" Her hand roamed further downwards. She slowly started to pump him.

"I'm... I'm seeing if kindness improves fertility," said Miles.

"If kindness improves fertility?" said Melinda mockingly.

"Yes," said Miles.

"It's against the rules, Miles, and you know that," said Melinda. She masturbated him harder. "Say it."

"It's... it's against the rules," Miles gasped, as she held his penis in her hand.

"It's against the rules, but if you show me some kindness of your own, perhaps I'll make an exception," said Melinda. Her lips moved closer to his.

Miles reached out and kissed her, rubbing his hands all over her body. In moments he was inside her, teaching her the virtues of compassion.

By the 14th and final day of the experiment, eight of the women had gotten pregnant. Two were from the double banded group, two from the single banded group, and four from the women who didn't have riders at all.

"It's exactly as we thought," said Melinda, giving Miles a congratulatory kiss. "Women under lesser degree of control produce better. Of course, that makes it more difficult to find volunteers."

"I imagine so," said Miles, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"But not impossible," said Melinda, giving him another kiss. She looked him in the eye. "Tell me you didn't enjoy this. Tell me you didn't enjoy fucking 15 beautiful women and impregnating eight of them. If it weren't for the Hive, you'd still be starving on the two pity fucks a week your wife is stingy enough to dole out to you."

Miles winced at the mention of Keiko. "I... I did enjoy it," he said, as his banded rider slowly pulsated on his back.

It felt good, like being a man.

"It felt good... like being a man."

The way men were meant to be.

"The way men were meant to be," said Miles, slowly realizing it to be the truth.

"And it will only get better," said Melinda, kissing him yet again.

"What happens next?"

"The girls will all give birth in a few days."

"A few days?" said Miles. "What kind of child will they give birth to?"

"You'll see," said Melinda. She grinned mischievously. "But I guarantee you'll love your offspring." She pressed her body close to his. She felt rather than saw his erection.

"You do, do you?" said Miles.

"Yes," said Melinda, nibbling on his lips with her own. He responded eagerly. But then she pulled back and stared him in the eyes. She saw the hurt look and smiled.

"So... I guess I'm off for the next few days?" Miles asked, reddening slightly.

"Not on your life!" said Melinda. "Tomorrow you start your next assignment. You will go to an address I will send you over the comm."

Miles looked around the cave. At first, it had seemed sinister to him, but after two weeks, he had kind of gotten used to it.

"And what will I find at the address you send me to?"

"The Witherspoon family. Dennis, his wife Kate, and their precious 18 year old daughter Carolyn."

"And what am I to do when I get there?"

"You are to make love to Kate, and then her daughter Carolyn."

"And where will the husband, Dennis, be while I'm doing all this?"

"Standing right in front of you, hopefully."

Miles' jaw dropped open. "Why am I doing this?"

Melinda said, "When we absorb people into the Hive, one of the first things we must do is free them from their past associations. Wives and husbands are no longer married to each other; they are married to the Hive. Sons and daughters of adult age are no longer children; they are penises and vaginas with equal reproductive potential. Their loyalty should be reoriented to the Hive, not their parents."

"And you want me to break the bonds of their loyalty by making them have sex with a stranger while their family watches?"

"Precisely," said Melinda, giving him another kiss. "They all have immature riders, like you used to. They are partially processed into the Hive. Their absorption will proceed more smoothly once they understand that they are tools of reproduction of the Hive, and nothing more."

"I don't know," said Miles. "I don't want to break up families."

"Of course, if you don't want to, you don't have to do it."

"I don't?" Miles brightened.

"No, of course not," said Melinda. She put an arm around him. "Come. Let me show you something."

She walked arm in arm with him to another enclosure. Miles thought he heard the sounds of barking dogs, which puzzled him. When they got to the enclosure, the barking sound got louder, and they saw men and women, running around on four legs. They all had double or triple banded riders on their backs.

The men and women acting like dogs started to crowd around Miles. "Arf arf!" one blonde cried. "Ruff!" cried a bearded man. "Row Row!" a brunette woman barked.

"What... what do they want?" Miles asked, as several of them, including the blonde woman, started to sniff his crotch.

"What do all dogs want?" Melinda smiled. "A bone, of course." She pointed to the blonde. "See that cute blonde? Give her a bone, Miles!"

"But... I don't have any bones," said Miles, bending forward slightly to look around for one.

The blonde lifted her head and used that opportunity to take Miles's penis in her mouth. She started sucking on it.

"Aaaaah!" Miles cried.

"I see she's found one," said Melinda knowingly.

Miles's penis quickly got hard under the blonde's attention. As she bobbed her head back and forth in rapid succession, Miles gasped, "What... what are they?"

"They're dogs," said Melinda. "We've adjusted their brains and turned them into pets."

"Why?" Miles felt himself getting very hard, despite all the sex he already had had today.

"An experience in obedience," said Melinda. "We are experimenting to see if we can improve the breed by giving human beings the mentality of dogs. Do you like the feel of it, Miles? Do you like having this female bitch making love to you? I think she's in heat, Miles."

"Ahh... ahhh..." said Miles, his face screwing up as the blonde sucked earnestly on his penis, staring up at him solemnly with puppy dog eyes.

"I think you do like it," Melinda smiled.

"Ahhh!" Miles cried, as he climaxed and cum surged out of his penis. The blonde slurped it up noisily, sucking every drop. The most disturbing part was how she stared up at him, with those adoring eyes. After finishing her tasty treat, she pulled out, raised her paws, and yelled "Arf! Arf!"

Miles turned to Melinda. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Because this is where we will bring your wife and son tomorrow when you fail to complete your assignment," said Melinda, her voice cold.

"I'm here for.... " Miles couldn't complete the sentence.

"We know why you're here," Dennis Witherspoon snapped, with hostility in his eyes.

"Dear," said his wife Kate, moving forward. "Please come in," she said formally.

Mile entered their apartment, feeling the hostility in the air. Dennis stood there looking unhappy. Kate didn't look much happier, and neither did their daughter Carolyn, a young 18 year old cutie. Kate took in Miles with her eyes and felt his uncertainty. She immediately realized he was being coerced, just like her. Her heart softened, ever so slightly.

Miles didn't know where to begin. "So, where should we, ah...."

"This way," Kate said, leading him to the bedroom. Miles felt rather than saw Dennis and Carolyn follow them.

"Dennis," Kate said, "Maybe you and Carolyn should wait outside-"

"They're supposed to be here," said Miles bluntly. "The... the Hive wants them to watch." He saw her face fell. "I'm sorry."

"I understand," said Kate. She put on a brave face.

Miles went over to her. "May I... touch you?"

"I serve the Hive," said Kate impassively, but he saw a tremor of fear in her eyes.

Miles couldn't tell if she was putting on a brave face or not. He gently opened her shirt. Kate had wide, heavy melons. He took the shirt off of her, one sleeve at a time, feeling rather than seeing her husband's eyes on his back.

Miles started to unstrap her bra, but saw she was trembling. This was too much for him.

Miles frowned. "We don't have to do this, if you're not willing."

"Kate! Tell him you're not willing!" Dennis cried.

"No," said Kate, mustering inner strength. She nodded. "I... I can do this. I have to." She took a deep breath, reached behind her back and opened her own bra.

"Are you sure?" Miles asked

Kate, feeling her rider on her back and in her mind, nodded. She took off her bra of her own accord. She had big melons breasts, and large areolas. Despite himself, Miles started to become aroused. He reached over and kissed her. Kate accepted the kiss but did not return it.

Miles noticed that she had a small, immature rider on her back. That explained things. It didn't fully control her, not yet, but had undoubtedly manipulated her to cooperate as much as she had.

Miles finished undressing her, gently, slowly, and then took off his own clothes.

Kate gasped as she saw the size and shape of his penis.

"The Hive?" she asked, with a fearful look at the organ, which would soon be inside her.

"The Hive," said Miles. "Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can."

"I'm sure you will," said Kate, trying to give a brave smile. She sensed that Miles was a good man trying to adapt to his situation as best he could, as she was.

Kate's smile gave Miles the courage to lay Kate on her back on the bed. He climbed on top of her, and debated whether she might relax with some foreplay. He decided against it. Best to get this over with. He pushed her legs up, and raised himself and-

"No!"

It was her husband, Dennis. He was shaking with rage. "No, you can't," he said, a mixture of anger and pleading in his voice.

Even as she lay on the bed, with her legs so crudely spread, Kate found the calmness to turn her head and stare her husband in the eye. "Dennis, we have no choice. You heard what they said. They'll take Carolyn in and turn her into some kind of insect. It's just sex! We'll do it once, and get it over with!"

That silenced him. But Dennis frowned as Miles got on top of her. Miles suddenly decided that the situation was so tense that he needed at least a minimum of foreplay. He reached over and kissed her. She responded faintly. He started to touch her breasts, but she didn't really react.

Miles wondered if he would be able to perform under such tense circumstances. Miles needn't have worried. His rider pulsated on his back, filling him with hormones. He immediately got an erection.

And then, in front of Kate's husband and daughter, he spread her legs and entered her. What would have been impossible for Miles to do two weeks ago, even one week ago, suddenly became doable. Melinda has worn him down. So had his rider. Now that his rider had reached the first level of maturity, it was increasingly influencing his thoughts. Miles wasn't at the point where he enjoyed inseminating women in front of their husbands without some doubts, not yet, but he was conditioned to the point where he knew he had to obey the Hive.

Despite his doubts, Miles felt pleasure in the head of his penis as he drove deep inside Kate's vagina. Kate didn't resist, but neither was she enthusiastic. She looked into his eyes the entire time, as if she was trying to pretend that they were all alone. Miles stared back into her eyes, thrusting, taking, needing. He wanted this to be over as much as she did. He built up a rhythm, got his penis in the trajectory he wanted... the trajectory he needed... and then... and then... he gasped, and exploded, and finished inside of her, much to his relief.

Kate hadn't climaxed, but she hadn't been required to. All that was necessary at this stage was for her family to see her having intimate relations with another man, to drive home the point that their family no longer existed. Now their only family was the Hive.

Miles pulled out and felt embarrassed to see the fluid dripping out of his penis. He saw Dennis's hate-filled glare. "I'm so sorry," he said.

"You don't look it," said Dennis, with rage in his voice as he stood there, his fists clenched. That much, at least, his rider still permitted.

"Dennis! Don't you see that he has as little choice as we do?" said Kate, sitting up.

"You're defending him?" said Dennis incredulously.

"He's just doing a job!" said Kate, as her rider pulsated on her back. Miles was not to blame. He was just fulfilling his role, just as she was learning to.

"And now it's Carolyn's turn," said Miles, feeling chagrined as he motioned for Kate's daughter to step forward. She did so without reticence.

"No!" Suddenly Kate stood between the two of them, still nude. Her vagina dripped green goo. "Please, not my daughter."

"Mom, I'm willing-" Carolyn began.

"I have my orders," said Miles apologetically.

"They'll never know," said Kate. She looked Miles in the eyes, and seemed more alive than she had been during intercourse. "You've already had me," she said. "Please." She whispered again. "Please." She grabbed his hand. She whispered a third time. "Please." She squeezed tighter.

Miles bit his lip and considered. He gave a curt nod.

Kate hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered, hugging him.

When Miles reported back to the cave, Melinda hugged him. "The fertile inseminator returns victorious! So Miles, how did your first external assignment go?"

"Fine. Just as planned," said Miles.

"Really? How was the wife?"

Miles didn't know how to answer that question. "She was... compliant."

"Soon she will be considerably more than that," said Melinda smugly.

"You're going to make me sleep with her again?"

"Of course. Until she completely accepts the dominion of the Hive," said Melinda. She paused, then said, "And how was the daughter?" She looked at him carefully.

"The same," said Miles.

Melinda came forward, and started to softly rub Miles's penis. "Miles, are you lying to me?" she asked, with a wide smile and big eyes.

"No.... no," Miles stammered.

"Are you sure?" Melinda asked, gently caressing his shaft and balls, before moving onto the head of his penis. He was beginning to love her touch.

"N-no, I mean yes," said Miles.

Melinda sighed and turned away, exposing her large ass cheeks. She sighed again, most theatrically. "Such a disappointment, Miles."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't sleep with me."

Miles's jaw dropped as he turned and saw Carolyn, Kate's daughter, standing there, completely naked.

Melinda went over and snaked an arm around Carolyn's waist. "You thought because she wore an unbanded rider that she wasn't with us. Isn't that right, Miles? But not everyone is as tough and resistant as you. Some people actually love the Hive. Some people don't even need riders to love the Hive, much less unbanded ones."

"I don't believe it," said Miles.

"Tell him, dear," said Melinda.

"I love the Hive. I want to be part of it," said Carolyn.

"Why?"

"The Hive brings purpose. It will help my body reach its full reproductive potential," said Carolyn, rubbing a hand in her own brown pubic hair. Just like her mother's.

"And so it will, dear," Melinda smiled. "Now Miles, you are going to go back tomorrow, and you will make love again to Kate and Carolyn here, both in front of Dennis. You'll do that, won't you?"

"Yes," said Miles, sounding defeated.

"But first you're going to go home to your lovely wife, and announce that we've given you permission to once again have sex with her."

"You have?" Miles's eyebrows went up.

"Yes. When you have sex, the physical exertion will cause your rider to give birth to a worm. You will then put that worm on your darling wife Keiko."

"No! I won't!" Miles cried.

"You will, as your punishment for trying to deceive us, because if you do not, we will bring your darling wife here, and turn her into a barking dog. What do you say to that, Miles?"

Miles paused. He had no choice. "I'll do it. But... if I give her this worm, during sex, she's going to hate me, no matter how I explain it to her. She's going to think I betrayed her."

"You are betraying her, Miles," said Melinda, snaking an arm around his waist. "Because you serve the Hive now, not your former wife." She stared into his eyes.

Former wife.

"When you fuck her, you will think of me. You will be in Keiko's vagina, but you will only think of me." She saw the hesitancy in his eyes. "Go now. Go, before I change my mind," said Melinda darkly.​