Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

It was odd going into work. She had been gone for several weeks, on extended family leave. Marion had become a purely sexual creature in the cave. She had shed the world of baggy sweaters and data analysis and friendships and relationships and casual shopping and reviewing figures on her datapad. Instead, she had become a creature of instinct, of pure sexual energy, with only a single purpose: to reproduce and spread the Hive. She felt positively uncomfortable dressed in work clothes, saying hello to coworkers. It was as if she were impersonating someone else. Someone who no longer existed.

After greeting several people who asked how she was, Marion made her way to Brian Johnson's office.

"Hey!" he said, standing up to give her a hug. For Marion, a hug had now become a sexual sensation, but she didn't mind at all as Brian hugged her. She felt his warm body pressed against her breasts through her clothes. Soon, she knew, she would be feeling more. Much more.

Brian pulled back and looked at her. "You totally disappeared for a while, Marion! Where did you go?"

He was such a good friend. In a way Marion hated what she was about to do to him. But she was also really looking forward to it even more. "I have a lot to tell you," she said, closing the door behind her.

"You do?" said Brian, with a grin. He looked at her. "Does it have anything to do with what you're wearing?"

For the first time in her life Marion was wearing a low cut dress which showed off rather than hid her breasts. Her rider had suggested it, a new wardrobe which would help her in her mission. For Brian, who had only seen her in baggy sweaters for three years, the difference was striking.

"Do you like it?" Marion asked, sounding pleased.

"Yes, but... I didn't think you liked wearing such revealing dresses," said Brian.

"There's a lot about me that's changed," said Marion, as she went to the window and lowered the blinds. The smell of her musky feminine scent started to fill the room.

"And you wear makeup now."

That was another way in which Marion had visibly changed. She had always eschewed makeup, feeling it made her look like a whore. But now she wore dark eyeliner, rouge, and bright red lipstick, which made her furtive glances and smiles that much more seductive. "Do you like it, Brian?" She asked in a soft, musical tone as she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Marion... you're beautiful," said Brian.

"Thanks." She smiled slyly at him.

"But what's happened to you?" Brian asked.

"That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about," said Marion. She glided rather than walked forward until she was face to face with her good friend.

The odor of Marion's musky scent was strong in the air now. Brian started to breathe in deeply. He felt a tingling in his groin.

"Something personal?" Brian asked, with a smile.

"Very personal," Marion assured him. She went behind him and started to rub his shoulders, making his eyebrows shoot up. "Something has happened to me, Brian. Something incredible."

"Really?" said Brian. He felt himself starting to get an erection. The way Marion was touching him, the way she was looking at him, even the way she was talking to him, it was all so sensual. "What happened to you?"

Marion turned to face him and started to rub her hands over his chest. "I found out what I really am."

"And... what is that?" Brian asked. As the smell of Marion's natural smell made its way into his lungs, into his bloodstream, his penis became hard and throbbing and he found himself feeling terribly attracted to Marion. Brian had always been attracted to her, but he was married, and knew that Marion wasn't interested in him in that way, so he had simply admired her from afar. So the pheromones didn't have much work to do to convince Brian that he was attracted to her, and it was just one step further to convince him that he needed her. As his erection pitched a tent in his pants, Marion saw that he was almost ready.

Marion looked deeply into his eyes, and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. "I learned that I am a woman. A woman with incredible needs. And that is my identity above all else." She leaned forward and kissed him.

Brian found himself kissing her back. He felt incredibly aroused. He needed sex badly.

Marion started to undress him. She took off his shirt.

"But Marion, what about Gina?" he asked, as she lightly brushed his nipples.

Marion shook her head. "I don't want Gina. I want you." She grinned as she pulled down his pants. Her hands reached for his underwear and he half-heartedly moved to stop her, but Marion gave him a stern look with black shaded eyes, shook his hands loose, and finished undressing him. She boldly caressed his rapidly stiffening penis. "You're so sexy, Brian."

"I... I am?"

"Yessss...." She gave him a kiss that made him groan. Her declaration of naked lust was so bold, so passionate, that Brian got a painful erection. She smiled as she felt his penis grow hard in her hand.

Marion gave him a look, a look that told him that they would be having sex in moments. She leisurely took off her own dress, thoughtfully draping it on the chair by her side so it would not get wrinkled.

Then she released her bra, and her breasts sprang free. Brian gasped when he saw her naked breasts for the first time. They hung down, but they were soft and gorgeous.

"You... you're so beautiful," Brian whispered.

"Why thank you, Brian," Marion said sweetly. She pulled down her panties slowly, giving him a sly grin. Brian's eyebrows shot up as she saw her rich bush. Marion put Brian's hand over her vaginal lips, while tracing the lines of his stiff penis with the other as she stared into his eyes with a mocking smile.

"I must be dreaming," said Brian feverishly.

"A dream which will soon become reality. Do you want me, Brian?" She asked softly.

The pheromones were at a saturation point in Brian's bloodstream. "Yes," he breathed, even as he traced her labial lips. "But-"

"There are no buts," said Marion firmly, playing with his organ with her free hand. "You're the male and I am the female." She reached down and touched her glowing Hive Stamp. "My hole down here is just the right size for you, Brian. It was made for you. This is what men and women were programmed to do since the dawn of time. What we were meant to do."

Her mere words aroused him like none other. Marion fixed him with a dominating gaze that seemed to rob him of volition. She smiled as she recognized the power she had over him, and savored the moment.

"I want to fuck you, Brian. Do you want to fuck me?" Marion asked boldly.

"Yes," said Brian, with a pained expression. Even without the influence of the pheromones in his system he would have said yes. Marion was just so sexy.

Marion smiled and led him to his narrow couch. She had him lie down on his back and mounted him, being careful not to show him her rider.

"Please, Marion, really, we shouldn't," Brian whispered, getting second thoughts even as his mind was half crazed with incredible need.

"Shhhh," said Marion softly. "Don't you want to be inside me, Brian?" she asked, pressing her heavy breasts against him.

"Yes... but...."

"Let me put it in me," said Marion. "Let me put you inside me, just an inch, just for a moment. If you don't like it, I'll take it out. All right?" Unconsciously, she was quoting Eduardo almost word for word from when he had initiated her.

Brian, his mind filled with lust, reluctantly nodded. Marion gave him a wolfish smile. She reached down between her legs and touched the lines of his erect penis for a moment, savoring the feeling, the feeling of power, the feeling of control. Brian had always been attracted to her on some level, so she thought. But only with the power of the Hive had she taken a man dedicated to his wife and seduced him in five minutes flat. Marion reveled in her power as she lined up the tip of Brian's erection with the opening between her legs.

"But... what about Paul?" Brian whispered.

Paul!

"I only have room for one thing at a time inside me. And right now, the one thing is you!" said Marion, with a surety she had never felt before as she triumphantly slid downwards on his shaft, neatly impaling herself in one, swift motion.

And then suddenly, dramatically, Brian was inside of her. Brian's eyes went wide he realized that Marion had taken more than an inch of him inside her; he was buried inside her womanhood balls deep, her warm wetness enveloping his shaft.

"Do you like this, Brian?" she asked innocently, as she felt him settle deep inside her. She was so wonderfully, lovingly impaled with him.

Brian groaned.

Marion pulled out, slowly, very slowly, making him gasp. "Do you want me to stop, Brian?"

Brian shook his head.

"I thought so," Marion grinned, as she effected his entry again.

Brian groaned as he felt his penis rubbing inside of her. It felt so good. Marion was so sexy.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," said Marion sweetly, as she worked herself up and down on him.

"You have?" said Brian. "But I thought you never-"

"That was the old me," said Marion contemptuously, as she impaled herself on his shaft and grinded against it wonderfully. She smiled as she felt her rider getting warm on her back. "The old me who was content to have one penis once or twice a week for twenty years."

"And now?"

"And now I have a lot to catch up on," Marion grinned, as she felt her rider begin to bubble on her back. It felt so good! She cried, "We have some heavy fucking to do!" and she started to pound him vigorously

Brian's eyes were filled with bewilderment even as Marion fucked his brains out. "Marion! You sound so different!"

"I am different," said Marion. She gasped as she felt reproduction taking place on her back, as her rider bubbled and began to expand. "I live to fuck now, Brian. There's nothing better than a good fuck... except for one thing."

"What thing?" Brian asked.

"You'll see in just a minute," said Marion mysteriously. "Aaaaah!" she cried out. But she didn't stop, she couldn't stop, as she continued to make love to Brian, rubbing against him insistently, kissing him like mad. She felt so powerful, so fertile, as she felt her hot rider beginning to break into two.

"Marion, you're so sexy-"

"Thank you!"

"But Gina-"

"Shh..." said Marion, putting a finger over his lips. "I'm going to give you an incredible gift. A gift you can share with Gina. One the both of you will love and cherish forever."

"What kind of gift?" Brian asked.

"You'll see," said Marion mysteriously. She imagined Brian, under the control of the Hive, making love to Gina. Gina was a perky Hispanic with heavy breasts. Marion imagined Brian, on top of Gina, moving in and out of his wife as he made a rider for her, imagined his rider sizzling on his back as one rider became two, a new rider made from Brian's own flesh and efforts during a night of passionate lovemaking. Brian would cry out with joy and Gina would think it was her, but no, it would be the Hive bringing Brian such pleasure. And then, as Gina closed on her orgasm, the newborn rider would slip onto her back and take control of her mind, right at the moment that she was climaxing on Brian's solid cock.

The thought of it, of putting Brian under control so he could spread the Hive even further, was enough to send Marion over the edge, giving her rider the final energy it needed to reproduce. Marion stiffened and cried out again as her rider finished reproducing and neatly split into two. It was at that moment that Marion decided categorically that nothing felt as good as having a rider reproduce on her back. Nothing. And as of that moment, she would do whatever she could to repeat this experience as often as possible.

Brian grinned as Marion climaxed. To him it seemed that Marion was orgasming on his penis. But even after Marion climaxed, she still poled up and down on him. She leaned over and started to kiss him furiously, wrapping her arms around his neck and keeping his head turned to the side.

"Do I feel as good as Gina?" Marion whispered, kissing him furiously.

"Better," Brian confessed guiltily. He felt his penis tingling. "Oh, Marion, you're so sexy!"

"Then come for me, darling. Come for me and fill me with your cum," she said.

Marion felt the rider crawling down her arm. In other circumstances she would have felt guilty bringing her best friend into the Hive without his consent. But now that was the part she was looking forward to: the taking of her friend.

"Marion!" said Brian. "Ah... ah......"

"That's, right, that's right, give it to me, give to me baby!" Marion cried.

"Aaaaaah!" Brian cried. Suddenly, he stiffened mightily.

"Perfect," Marion whispered, with a tremendous smile. As Brian flooded into her, the newborn rider jumped onto his back. Brian was so invested in the feeling of releasing his burden that it took him a few seconds to figure out what was happening on his back and in his mind. By then, of course, it was far too late.

"My head!" Brian cried. "There's something in my head!"

"I know!" Marion cried, gasping as her rider rewarded her again, burning a direct connection to all the pleasure centers of her body. "And in my breasts and my clit and my cunt!" As Brian cried out in pain, Marion cried out in pleasure, her head pointed skywards, her breasts heaving with joy.

And a moment later, it was all over.

"I am Hiveflesh," said Brian, blinking slowly.

"Yes you are," Marion agreed. She gave him a last, lingering kiss. "Welcome to the Hive, Brian."

As she stood up and got dressed, the small part of her mind that remained her own grieved for the fact that she had brought her own friend into the Hive, against his will. But another part of her mind, a part that was growing stronger every day, was pleased by it. The act of betraying her friend made it all the sweeter. Marion didn't know why she should derive such pleasure from betraying Brian, but she did, and she found herself smiling as she watched him getting up and mechanically putting on his clothes. His new baby rider, the one Marion made just for him, fit so snugly between his shoulder blades. As it was concealed by his shirt, Marion felt a chilling thrill, deep inside her.

Brian finished getting dressed, still in a daze. His new rider controlled him now, though far from completely. He would be brought fully into the fold, soon enough, once his rider matured. And then, soon after, his wife and nineteen year old son would be joining the Hive as well.

"How do you feel?" Marion asked, as they finished getting dressed.

"Confused," said Brian. "What will happen now?"

"Someone will come to train you." She saw his expression. "Don't worry, you'll love it. Eventually, at least."

Marion received more orders to bring others into the Hive. Chloe instructed her to take over key members of the World Government data analyst center she worked at, one by one. Each time she would report to Chloe to receive her latest assignment, Chloe would take advantage of the situation, and of her body. Marion quickly learned to strip off all her clothes the minute she entered Chloe's home.

"What a good girl," she said one day, as Marion started to remove her clothes automatically without being asked.

As Marion bent over to put her clothes on a chair, Chloe had an excellent view of her rapidly growing rider and her firm, round ass cheeks. "Doesn't it feel good to obey?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, it does," Marion agreed, and this time she really meant it, as she obediently slid her panties down her smooth legs. Her pubic hair sprang out like it had a life of its own. She used to be ashamed to be nude in front of others. Now she felt immensely proud. She stood proudly erect in front of Chloe and awaited further instruction.

Chloe smiled and admired her handiwork. "How does it feel, to be a slave of the Hive?" Chloe asked, as she walked around Marion in a circle, devouring her with hungry eyes.

"I love it," said Marion automatically, like a programmed response. She had finished removing her bras and panties, the last articles of clothing on her, and her sexuality, raw and full, hung out in front of her. Chloe was already nude. Chloe touched Marion's arm and looked into her eyes and liked what she saw. Then she gracefully went to a padded chair and sat down in it, and tapped her lap meaningfully. Marion walked over woodenly and sat on her sister's lap. "You're a very good girl, aren't you?" said Chloe, fondling Marion's breasts.

"Yes, I am," Marion said, without a shred of self-doubt, as she calmly let Chloe play with her titties.

"The boys really like these, don't they?" she said, grabbing the ends of Marion's breasts, squeezing, touching, pulling, all while she looked into Marion's eyes.

"I think so," said Marion, her eyes down.

"You think so?" Chloe smiled. "Well, I think I like them too," said Chloe slyly. "Kiss me," she commanded.

Marion leaned over and kissed Chloe. Chloe kissed her back, and looked at her. "Did that make you feel good?"

Marion shrugged.

"Maybe not yet," said Chloe. "But soon it will. Soon you'll love nothing better," she said, as if she knew something Marion didn't. Her hand started to move between Marion's legs. She ran her fingers over Marion's nether lips, making her shiver. "Your rider is going to keep changing you. You're going to become something different. Something wonderful. Does that excite you?"

"Yes," Marion breathed. And part of her wasn't lying.

"You're progressing marvelously," said Chloe, inspecting Marion's rider. It seemed to get thicker and bigger by the day. She could see the faintest beginnings of a second band appearing behind the first one. All the fucking Marion had done had stimulated her rider to mature more rapidly.

"It looks like your rider is going to grow a second band soon, like mine. Does that excite you?" Chloe asked.

"What does that mean?" Marion asked, taking a deep breath as Chloe continued to fondle her labial lips gently but firmly.

"It means the Hive will have even more control over you. Do you desire that, Marion?"

A sensual chill went through her body. "Yes," Marion said quickly.

Chloe gave a predatory smile as she continued to diddle her sister. "Such a good girl. Are you ready for your next assignment?"

"Yes, Chloe," said Marion promptly.

"Robert Telford."

"Bob Telford?" said Chloe.

"Is something wrong?" Chloe asked, The finger that had been tracing the lines of Marion's labia suddenly fell between Marion's vaginal lips, and stabbed forwards, inwards. Marion's mouth dropped open.

"Bob... Bob is my senior supervisor," said Marion, gasping as Chloe slid her finger inside her. She gave Chloe a surprised look but Chloe looked supremely confident. When Marion didn't object, Chloe gave a slow smile, and continued to penetrate her younger sister.

"So?"

Marion was finding it increasingly hard to think. Her rider was hot on her back and heavy in her mind, and Chloe's roving finger wasn't making things any easier. "So... if we bring him into the Hive, it will be a major security breach."

"I imagine so," said Chloe. She started to work Marion's clit with a finger of her other hand, even as she continued to penetrate her sister.

"Oooooh," Marion groaned.

"Tell me, Marion dear, do you enjoy having your rider reproduce?"

"Oh yes!" said Marion. Her face came alive with real feeling. "Chloe, there's nothing better!"

Chloe smiled. She diddled Marion's clitoris more rapidly. "Imagine yourself making love to Bob. Imagine your rider bubbling on your back-"

"Oh yes!" Marion panted.

"Imagine it splitting in half, making two riders where before there was just one...."

"Oh Yes!" Marion yelled. Her clitoris felt like it was on fire. Between Chloe's finger between her legs and her rider hot and heavy on her back and in her mind, she felt like she was going to explode.

"Imagine how you'll feel when a baby rider, one made out of your own flesh and blood, crawls over and takes control of your boss as you fuck his brains out-"

"Yes!" Marion screamed. "Yes yes-" Suddenly she went as stiff as a board. She grabbed tightly onto Chloe's shoulders as her eyes went wide. "Chloe, Chloe, Chloe! Ah... ah... ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Marion gasped and stared up at the ceiling, her breasts heaving, her nipples prominently erect.

Chloe's clitoris got painfully stiff as she watched her sister in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.

As Marion gradually came down from her high, she collapsed into Chloe's arms. The experience was so overwhelming that she started to sob gently in Chloe's arms.

"There, there, it's all right now," said Chloe. "Tell me, do you want to bring Bob into the Hive now?"

Marion nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. "Yes. Please, I want my rider to reproduce. I'll do anything you say. Anything."

"What a good girl," said Chloe, patting her on the back. "What a very good girl."

Marion turned more than a few heads when she wore a tight blouse and short skirt to work the next day. She walked with a new swagger, swinging her hips and her ass as she walked into Bob Telford's office. Bob took one look at her, said, "Hello Marion," and then looked again wide eyed as he saw what she was wearing. He had never seen her wear anything other than her baggy sweaters before. He knew instinctively that Marion had large breasts, but had never really seen them.

But now every shape, every contour was apparent under the tight, sheer blouse that Marion had bought the day before. She smiled as she saw the effect it had on him even before the first of the airborne pheromones reached his lungs.

"Marion! That's a new... look," said Bob.

"Indeed it is," Marion. agreed, turning to close the door behind her. She felt Bob's eyes on the outlines of her ass in her tight skirt as she turned around again.

Bob was an older man, in his 50's, and her mentor. They had admired each other for the past seven years. Marion registered barely a ping of regret as she prepared to do what she had come here for. She was about to betray seven years of friendship, but that didn't matter. Only the needs of the Hive mattered.

She talked to Bob about random things, whatever came to her mind really. It was unimportant as it didn't take long for the pheromones to take hold. Even as he became sexually aroused, Bob was puzzled by it; he felt that perhaps he was overreacting to Marion's sexy new outfit and was puzzled by his own reaction. In moments, however, he was completely befuddled, and it wasn't long before Marion stripped off his clothes as well as her own. As she pressed her lips against his, part of Marion still felt guilty that she was separating a man from his marriage vows. But another part of her, a part that got stronger every day, found she actually enjoyed it, and pushed aside all her fears and doubts.

"I can't do this, I have a wife, I'm a happily married man," Bob babbled.

"You're about to get even happier, trust me," Marion said, as she led him by the hand to the narrow couch on the side of his office. Bob followed her in a daze and let himself be lay on his back with his erection sticking up. It was only when Marion started to straddle him that he started to come to his senses.

"Marion, I can't!" Bob said again. He gasped as Marion rubbed her labial lips against the head of his engorged organ.

"Can't? Or won't?" Marion asked, with a wolflike smile.

The sensation on the head of Bob's penis was incredible. Marion was moving her vaginal lips against the head of his organ up and down, up and down. All it would require was the slightest upwards movement of his own-

And then it happened. Bob honestly didn't know if he had moved upwards or if Marion had moved downwards. All he knew was that he was in her tight, warm space and she felt incredible.

"Oh Marion!" he cried.

"Like it?" Marion asked.

"Yessss," Bob said.

All his resistance was gone. Marion knew that in moments Bob would join the Hive. She started working herself vigorously up and down on his shaft. She felt pure joy radiating from her rider, going from her head to her toes, as her rider sucked precious life energy from her body to help itself reproduce. Bob watched the incredible sight of Marion gasping as she moved up and down on his shaft again and again, erroneously believing that he was the primary cause of her sexual pleasure.

And then came the moment Marion had been waiting for, when her rider bubbled up and split down the middle. She experienced another earth shattering orgasm. Her only regret when it was done was that she couldn't immediately do it again.

Bob saw the newly created rider traveling down her arm and that spurred a new sense of urgency within.

"No, no! I don't want that thing on me!"

"But it's going to feel good, so very good," said Marion soothingly, as she continued to ride the shaft inside of her. She sensed he was close to coming. She had timed it well. Bob didn't want the rider but he needed to come, he had to come. And so he kept thrusting inside of Marion even as the baby rider moved inexorably down her arm. Bob cried out and gasped and Marion smiled a split second before the rider jumped onto his back. As the rider took control of Bob's mind, Marion was rewarded with another orgasm that washed over her entire body.

Marion had subverted World Government Security the minute she had brought Brian Johnson into the Hive; but the gravity of her betrayal was really brought home when she brought Bob aboard. As she watched him adjust to the pulsating mound of alien flesh now lodged between his shoulder blades, she realized he was a supervisor for hundreds of employees. Hundreds of employees now controlled by the Hive. It wouldn't be long before the entire east coast of World Government security was compromised, and beyond that, perhaps the entire World Government itself.

"What... what do I do now?" Bob asked, looking confused as he slowly got dressed.

Marion finished sliding her blouse down and smoothed it attentively. "Someone will give you further instructions." And then she walked out of his office. As she did she found herself in a maze of cubicles, one of several floors housing hundreds of World Government Security personnel. Marion watched some of them, each performing their own task as a small part of a greater whole. She knew that soon, thanks to her own efforts, they would become a small part of a different whole, one which would provide exponentially more satisfaction and joy than they were getting now. As Marion looked at all the bodies, all the faces, she shivered as she felt a rush of adrenaline. They would all be meat for the Hive. All of them.

Marion walked out of the building with her new, confident stride. Marion realized she had crossed yet another threshold. She was now fully addicted to the feeling of a rider reproducing on her back. She didn't just want it, she needed it. What's more, she now enjoyed watching riders taking over people. Her rider had helped her figure things out at night, while she slept. She could feel its tendrils in her mind, whispering to her, suggesting, shaping her. As it got closer to growing its second band, it gained more and more influence over her.​