Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Eduardo moved faster and faster, with more urgency. Marion felt it too. Her clitoris was aching for release.

"Are you close to coming?" Eduardo whispered as he pounded her.

"Yes," Marion cried. She felt his muscular chest rubbing against her breasts as he moved in and out of her. "But... but, I shouldn't!" To climax, with another man inside her? Paul would never forgive her!

"You should," Eduardo said. He gave her a mocking grin. "Do it, Marion. Do it for Paul."

"I'm doing this for Paul," said Marion, biting her lips. She felt her orgasm rising within her. "I'm doing it all for Paul!" she cried again.

Marion took a deep breath as she suddenly crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. She cried out, with a climax that made her body shake all over. Her wild orgasm triggered Eduardo's, and he closed his eyes and gave a broad smile as he felt himself release inside of her, gobs and gobs of sperm shooting out from his heavy balls. As Eduardo's sperm bathed Marion's vagina and uterus, Marion realized that the fruits of their fornication was now seeping deep inside of her. Her actions had stained her marriage forever.

And yet part of Marion was also pleased.

I performed exactly as the Hive wanted. I am learning that my body is no longer my own, Marion smiled to herself, as she felt the heat of the rider on her back.

Eduardo made a few minor movements in and out of her, to finish milking the sperm from his balls and shaft, and then he pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch as he vacated her. Marion exhaled and her breasts heaved as she felt him withdraw from the most intimate part of her. She looked at him, suddenly shy again, reminded of what they had just done.

"You... you just came inside me," Marion said.

"Yes," said Eduardo. He could see that she was still processing. She must be an intensely conservative woman, devoted to monogamy. But her resistance would be no match for her rider and conditioning, which would relentlessly wear her mind down until it was as smooth as a polished stone. Eduardo looked lovingly down at her and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you. You were wonderful."

"So... so were you," Marion responded, feeling wonderful and terribly guilty, all at the same time.

Eduardo smiled pleasantly and offered her a hand, to help her up. She took it. As she did, she heard sounds of applause, and saw Heather, standing there clapping, looking very pleased.

"How was she?" Heather asked Eduardo.

Eduardo said, "Quite good. She was extremely fuckable, just as Chloe promised."

Marion's jaw dropped open, even as Eduardo was helping her up. She had been set up.

"Eduardo is one of our best, dear," said Heather. "We thought you would have an easier time with your first one if he appeared to be more... approachable."

"You were wonderful, Marion," said Eduardo. "The first time is always the hardest. Your next ones will be easier."

"Ones? How many will there be?" Marion asked.

"What is your purpose?" Heather asked.

"To expand the Hive," said Marion, suddenly standing erect, with a glazed look over her eyes. Her chest jutted out, her breasts proudly hung down, and her legs were spread wide apart. Her labial lips were still wet with Eduardo's sperm.

"How?" Heather asked.

"To incubate eggs, to be fertilized, and to spread the Hive." Her face was a mask.

"How many men will fertilize your eggs?" Heather demanded.

"As many as are needed," said Marion. It felt as if someone else were talking.

"You have your answer, then," said Heather.

Marion suddenly snapped out of it. She turned to Eduardo. "I don't know if I can do that. Maybe.... maybe I could do it if they were all like you, Eduardo," she said shyly, running a hand over his shoulder.

"There are no other men like Eduardo," said Heather, putting a hand on Eduardo's waist.

"Marion, there is a way you can be helped with this dilemma. Your rider can help you," said Eduardo. "But in order for it to work, you have to let yourself be totally open to your rider. Do you think you can do that?"

"Will it solve my problem?" Marion asked.

"Trust me, all your fears and concerns will be washed away. And your love for your husband will never be stronger," Eduardo assured her.

Marion thought for a moment and then nodded. She let Eduardo pull her back down to the spongy cave floor.

"What... what do I have to do?" Marion asked.

Eduardo looked at her. "Do you feel your rider, in your mind, trying to change you, shape you?"

Marion shivered. "Yes." She felt it all the time. The whispering, the feelings, the desires. It had slowly begun to shape her, to change her. She was most defenseless when she slept. Every time she woke up she found herself a little more accepting of the Hive and whatever it wanted.

"You must give in to it," said Eduardo. "Release yourself. Let it change you."

"No," said Marion. She knew her rider influenced her, but this was asking too much.

Eduardo touched her cheek tenderly. "Marion, you are being trained. This is the price for your family's freedom. If you do not comply, your husband, your children, will all be taken."

Marion's eyes grew large. "No!" she cried again.

"Then open your mind," Eduardo growled. He was large, strong, and masculine. She was weak, soft, feminine. "It is the only way to save your family." He stared at her with dominating eyes.

Marion's pulse raced at the mention of her family. She took a deep breath and nodded. Marion started to let go. She stopped fighting the tendrils in her mind. She opened her mind to her rider. She started blinking rapidly. Her head started to tremble. She gave herself to the sheer pleasure and joy of reproduction. She felt the tendrils in her head, moving freely, without resistance now, changing, altering, improving. She cried out as she felt her personal identity being violated, warped, twisted.

Eduardo smiled, sensing what was happening. He took advantage of Marion's distraction to spread her legs and quickly and smoothly insert his penis into her vagina again. She gasped, her eyes widening as she was broached anew. Eduardo started to pump her slowly. "That's right... that's right... give in to it... let your rider change you... let it control your mind."

"I feel it. It's changing things in my head," Marion said, in a strained voice, looking down at her sweaty breasts, which were starting to bounce as Eduardo thrust strongly within her. As her brain started to be rewired, she felt sharp twinges of pain. "It hurts," she whispered.

"And it's going to hurt still more," Eduardo assured her, as he continued to thrust into her firmly. "But it's also going to feel good."

Marion moaned in pain and pleasure. The two seemed to be intertwined, the pain in her head, and the pleasure in her vagina.

"Will... Will I still love Paul, and the children, when it's done?" Marion asked.

"Of course you will," said Eduardo, reassuringly, as the head of his penis brushed against her cervix, making her gasp.

"Eduardo... I'm losing myself," Marion gasped, grabbing her head with her hands, which made her breasts jut upwards. "I'm... I'm losing what makes me... me...."

Eduardo gave her another reassuring smile as he gave her another firm thrust. "Yes, but it feels good, doesn't it?"

"Ahhhh! I can feel it, Eduardo. I'm... I'm becoming something else... someone else...." Marion gasped, pleasure and pleading in her eyes.

"Good," said Eduardo, still working in and out of her. "Just let it happen."

Marion continued to feel sharp twinges in her head. She cried out, and her breasts shook violently as her body trembled. Her rider, given complete access to her, worked quickly to rewire Marion's brain, feverishly working to erase all her neurons associated with her hesitancy, modesty, and fears about sex; and at the very same time those neurons, once wiped cleaned, were reprogrammed full of sexual desire. Marion's sex drive was increased by a factor of five as her rider reprogrammed hundreds of thousands of tiny neurons in her brain. She was also programmed to love and obey the Hive. Her guilt over having sex with other men was still there, but growing smaller by the second, like a mountain of soft ice, one that was rapidly melting in the afternoon sun.

As the pain started to abate, Marion's perspective began to change. She still remembered her guilt over having sex with other men, but it suddenly felt less and less... relevant. She had always been a chaste housewife. But why should she be, when she could be so much more? Marion felt her very identity changing, even as she became more and more aware once again of Eduardo's rigid penis working in and out of her. It all felt so good.

"Keep going. You're almost there," Eduardo urged.

"Ah... ah... ahh......" Marion nodded, an orgasmic smile on her lips. Her head lay back, rolling back and forth, with her mouth wide open and her eyes staring at the cave ceiling. Now she gave herself to it fully, relaxing her mind, enjoying the taking. The hard part was over. There was no longer any resistance. She felt herself being changed. She was being altered; the shy housewife had been erased, and replaced by a slave, a slave whose most desperate need was to reproduce and spread the Hive.

"Aaaaah," Marion cried, feeling the sexual pleasure more strongly now, without the associated guilt, as the head of Eduardo's penis rubbed roughly inside her. "I feel it, Eduardo!"

"Good," Eduardo smiled, as he started to pump her faster. "Let it finish!"

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhhhhh!" Marion cried. Suddenly, she blinked rapidly, and realized it... was done.

She was Hiveflesh.

All her doubts were gone.

All that remained was pleasure.

Marion suddenly realized the most important fact of her existence.

She looked up at Eduardo. "My purpose in life is to reproduce."

"Yes," said Eduardo.

"To be inseminated, to fulfill every need of the Hive," said Marion. "By fulfilling every need of the Hive, I am performing the highest function that a biological female can."

"Yes," said Eduardo. "What else have you realized, Marion?"

She looked Eduardo in the eye. "I... I am simply a means of reproduction, to expand the Hive." Marion looked down at her sweaty, exhausted body, at her large breasts and pubic triangle between her large, fleshy thighs. "I... I am simply a vagina, something to be used by others for greater purpose. I have surrendered myself, my body, my vagina, all for the good of the Hive... and it feels so wonderful!"

Eduardo smiled knowingly as he pumped her harder and harder. Marion had made the transition. He kissed her hard and she responded with equal passion. Her face was all smiles now as Eduardo fucked her furiously.

"Oh... Eduardo, I'm going to come!" Marion cried.

"Let it happen!" said Eduardo.

"Oh, I am!" said Marion. Her sexuality felt unshackled. She felt all guilt gone now. She climaxed, feeling a thunderclap radiating out of her cunt, washing over tired, tense limbs like a tidal wave. As she climaxed, so did Eduardo. Marion groaned, hugging him tightly as a man who wasn't her husband pumped her full of sperm.

Marion lay side by side with Eduardo for a long moment, feeling her limbs intertwining with his as she felt incredibly, incredibly relaxed.. She turned to face him and slowly played with his hair. "Thank you," she whispered, kissing him passionately. "Thank you for fertilizing me."

They lay tightly together, both relishing the moment; Marion, savoring her new consciousness, and Eduardo admiring the sexy new asset they had brought into the Hive. Marion's warm smile, sexy breasts, and luscious vagina would be a powerful asset to the Hive, bringing in many more slaves.

After several moments of cuddling, Eduardo slowly dismounted her, and helped her get up. As she got up, Marion realized that Heather had been watching the entire time.

"How do you feel about reproduction now, Marion?" Heather asked.

"I love it," she said, with the newfound certainty of a rewired brain. She stood stiffly at attention, her breasts and pubic hair sticking out. Her areolas were big and bright and red and her nipples stuck out a full inch in front of them. Her labial lips were red and brown and glistening with sweat and sperm.

"You have done well, Marion," Heather grinned. She came forward to inspect the newly reprogrammed slave. She reached down and put her hand between Marion's legs. She touched her Hive Stamp. "What does this mean?"

"That I am a slave," said Marion promptly. She looked down at her glowing Hive Mark, at the bottom of her pubic triangle. It looked so perfect on her.

Heather started to play with her clit. "A slave of what?"

"Of the Hive," said Marion immediately.

Heather raised her other hand, and squeezed one of Marion's heavy breasts, which hung down in front of her. "Your enormous breasts, what were they made for?"

"Reproduction," said Marion. She looked at them. She had always been ashamed of them, but now she felt only pride.

Heather's hand moved lower. "And your ultra-sensitive clit, your wide vaginal opening, your large labial lips... what were they made for?"

"Also for reproduction," said Marion, standing at attention as Heather continued to masturbate her. Heather's hand, working on her clit, felt so good.

Marion groaned. It feels so good being a slave, being used by the Hive!

"And what do you want to do with them?"

"Reproduce, and spread the Hive."

It was all clear now. My body was made for sex. It was made for reproduction. It was made to serve the Hive. I have never felt greater pleasure than when I am servicing the Hive.

Heather's hand between her legs got even busier. "Are you sure?"

Marion panted. "Yes! Yes, I am sure... aaaaaah!" she cried, her face blushing as she climaxed.

"Good," said Heather. She raised her hand and put it to Marion's cheek. "You are such a gem. Don't worry, the Hive is going to put your body to a very good use."

"Thank you," Marion smiled.

For the next few days Marion was tasked with having sex with various members of the Hive. She approached each assignment with gusto and enthusiasm and not a shred of regret. She loved sex now. She felt no guilt at all about it. Whenever Heather took her to a training room and pointed to a man, a complete stranger with a rider on his back, Marion made love to him eagerly and without regret.

Three days after Eduardo had helped Marion make the adjustment, Marion was paired with a young man in his 20's named Tom Faralon. Tom had a wife named Pamela who he was passionately devoted to. He could never dream of cheating on her.

But then Tom acquired a worm, and after getting a worm acquired a rider from a Hive operative. And now here he was, on his first day of training inside the Hive, with an immature rider on his back.

Marion took his breath away. She was older than him, but everything about her was simply gorgeous. She had thick wavy black hair that came down to her shoulders. She had a beautiful face with high cheekbones and dark eyes. And her breasts! They were heavy, bell shaped, with enormous areolas.

"Hello Tom," said Marion softly, as she walked up to him. She kissed him. "My name is Marion. Are you ready for me to make love to you?" As this was Tom's first time, Marion would be the initiator.

"To... make love to me?" said Tom. "Marion... you're beautiful. Gorgeous-"

"Thank you," said Marion, clearly pleased.

"But I love my wife Pam."

"Describe her for me," said Marion. She started to rub a hand over Tom's naked body.

"Well, she's about your height, maybe an inch or two shorter... she's blonde, dirty blonde...."

"I like dirty blondes," said Marion. "The dirtier, the better." She was completely aroused. Her mind was programmed to want sex, and what's more, she knew she was going to have Tom, in mere moments.

"Ah, yes," said Tom. "She has green eyes, a slender body-"

"And her breasts?" Marion asked suddenly, as her hand and eyes continue to roam.

"Small," said Tom bluntly.

"Smaller than mine, you mean?" Marion asked.

"Yes," said Tom.

"You've never seen ones like mine, have you?"

Tom shook his head miserably.

Marion grinned. "Go on, Tom. Touch them. Squeeze them." Her voice was a stage whisper.

Tom, his hands shaking slowly reached up and put his hands on Marion's breasts. Then he squeezed them. He groaned as he felt a painful tingling in his penis.

"Do you like them, Tom?"

Tom nodded, not trusting his voice.

Marion smiled as she gave him a knowing look, the kind of look only two sexually mature adults could share. "Then let me make love to you, Tom."

Tom was tremendously aroused. Even if he hadn't had a rider on his back stimulating him, he would have been powerfully attracted to her. "I... I can't... I shouldn't...." he said.

"Um hm," said Marion, as she pulled him down to the spongy ground.

"I really shouldn't!"

"You couldn't. You shouldn't!" Marion agreed, mocking him so perfectly with a cute little smile as she had him lay on his back as she got on top of him. "You wouldn't!" she added with unmitigated glee.

"Ahhhh!" Tom cried out, as he felt Marion's amazing breasts and curly pubis press against him. The feeling of her soft pubic hair pressed against his inflamed penis was too much for him.

"You like that?" Marion asked.

"Yes," said Tom. "But I shouldn't-"

Marion kissed him. Tom accept the kiss, but added nothing to it.

"Kiss me back, Tom,"

Tom frowned.

"Momomomomomom," said Marion.

"Momomomom," said Tom, growing wide-eyed.

"Momomomomomom," said Marion.

"Momomomomomom, Mamoomisham," said Tom.

And then suddenly he was kissing Marion, and she was kissing him back. Marion smiled at the taking. She reached down and grabbed his shaft, which was now rigid. There was not a peep of "couldn't" or "shouldn't" as Marion inserted him inside of her, and started riding him like mad.

"Oh... oh.... That feels...."

"How? How does it feel, Tom?" Marion asked.

"Incredible!" said Tom.

"Thank you," said Marion, feeling pleased as she moved back and forth. She realized there was nothing more powerful than the feeling of giving pleasure to a man, of taking control of his sexuality, using it, harnessing it, to serve an alien form of life.

Tom felt himself rapidly closing in on orgasm. Suddenly he realized once again that his penis was inside another woman's vagina, another woman who most definitely was not his wife. He was going to climax inside another woman. He couldn't do that to Pam! He wet his lips and stumbled for the words, even as Marion continued to drive him madly over the edge. "Marion, you're gorgeous-"

"Thank you!" Marion grinned, as she moved up and down on him.

Tom wet his lips. "But... but I can't come inside you! It would be a betrayal of Pam."

"But you're doing this for Pam, aren't you?" Marion asked innocently, coking her head to the side.

"Yes, but...." said Tom. "I was told if I cooperated, that Pam would be spared."

"Then come inside me for Pam," said Marion. She felt his shaft start to tremble inside of her. "Say it."

Tom felt himself skating at the edge. There was no choice left, none at all. "I'm coming for Pam," Tom said, the words cutting him even as he gasped with pleasure.

"Again!"

"I'm coming for Pam!" Tom cried. His penis shuddered, on the edge of spilling. Somehow saying it even increased his pleasure, driving him faster and faster-

"Say it!"

"I'm coming for.... Ah, ah.... Aaaahh! Marion!" His body stiffened and his chest turned red as he released into her. Ropes of gooey sperm involuntarily shot out of the head of Tom's penis, bathing the inner walls of Marion's well traveled vagina and cervix.

Marion felt Tom's organ throb inside of her and smiled. Her task had been accomplished. Just a few days ago, having sex with another man would have horrified her and filled her with guilt. But now she proudly felt Tom deposit the last of his sticky seed inside of her and felt tremendous satisfaction. She was fulfilling her purpose. She was serving the Hive. She pulled out of him, breaking the connection, then lay on the ground. by his side. "Hold me," she whispered, and she gave a small smile as he complied.

Tom attempted to wrestle with his conflicting emotions as he lay with her, his wet shrunken penis nestling so wonderfully in her thick pubic triangle. The tremendous tension in his organ, in his body, had been eased, but at what cost? "How do you do it?" Tom asked. "Balancing your home life... and this?"

"It's a very good question," Marion grinned, as she played a hand over his hairy chest.

Marion's mind rapidly split into two parts.

There was the part of her that loved having sexual intercourse without reservation, with as many men as possible. That Marion, the new Marion, had insatiable lusts and no longer hesitated to copulate with any man the Hive sent her way, performing eagerly with genuine enthusiasm. The Hive had instilled in her an enormous sex drive, a sex drive that needed to be constantly fed, with a steady diet of penises, any penises, as long as they were hard and thick and moved roughly inside of her.

And then there was the part of her brain that represented her home life. Despite being reprogrammed by the Hive, her rider hadn't had the time or resources to reprogram her entire personality. There was still an ever shrinking part of Marion's mind that was still her own which was glad that she could protect her husband and children from the Hive. Each day she would come home and see her kids, happy and free and not connected to the Hive. When she saw her kids living their lives, completely oblivious to what she was sacrificing for them, she felt emotionally reinforced. She was doing it for them.

To her surprise, they didn't notice the change in her. Outwardly, she was still the shy mother who wore baggy clothing and blushed at the mention of sex. They didn't recognize that she had willingly become a slave of the Hive, an eager tool of reproduction. They didn't know that she wore a rider on her back, a glowing slave symbol above her clitoris, or carried snugly within her the spermatozoa of many, many men. Marion felt like an imposter wearing someone else's clothes.

Paul was trickier to deal with. Once he almost caught her in the shower and nearly saw her rider, before she quickly turned away. When they had sex, it was in the dark so he wouldn't see her Hive Stamp, and she always made sure her back was facing away from him, so he wouldn't see her rider. Marion no longer felt guilty about having sex with other men. The Hive had liberated her sexuality. As long as Paul wasn't hurt by it, she relished her dual existence.

After fully joining the Hive, Marion no longer initiated sex with Paul, and they returned to their old pattern where they had sex only when Paul wanted it. But after having sex with so many men, sex with Paul seemed less special, and it bothered her.

Sometimes Marion fantasized about making love to Paul while he had a rider on his back. The thought of him making love to her, putting it in her while a rider, pulsating on his back, controlled his every movement, excited her beyond end. But then she had to remember that this was why she had joined the Hive, to protect Paul from that very fate.​