Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Marion was going to be impregnated.

That had been her fondest wish all along. She loved having sex. She loved bringing people into the Hive. But as she got up every morning and rubbed her vaginal lips, and stared at her bright, red areolas in the mirror, she remembered first and foremost that she was a female, and her prime mission was to reproduce and expand the Hive.

And now she was finally being given a chance to do so.

She reported to Heather, who greeted her much more warmly this time, with a great big hug. "It's so good to see you again, Marion!" she said, crushing her own titties against Marion's much larger ones.

"And you, Heather," said Marion, rubbing her pubis suggestively against the red headed woman.

Heather felt a tingling in her vulva and gave Marion a big smile. "You've come so far! We're all very proud of you!"

"Thank you," said Marion, blushing.

"I know what you're here for. But first, do you want to see the results of all your hard work? You're probably wondering why we had you seduce all those women."

"Yes, I was," said Marion. Truthfully, she had wondered, but only a little. Expanding the Hive felt so rewarding that Marion didn't think much of what happened to those she had brought into the Hive.

"Come," said Heather, taking her by the hand.

She led Marion into a large chamber. There was some kind of creature in the center of it, which looked like a large octopus with tentacles. There were eight women sitting on stools in a circle around it. Each one was sitting with their legs spread and a tentacle moving in and out of their vaginas. From the expression on their faces and their proudly erect nipples and their sweaty bodies, Marion could tell they were enjoying it.

She recognized the women. They were all women she had brought into the Hive. And one of them was her mother Virginia, and sitting right next to her was Marion's daughter Rachel!

"Mom!" said Marion, rushing up to hug Virginia.

"Careful," said her mother, smiling as she gently hugged her daughter. "Mustn't disrupt the connection," she said, making sure Marion didn't bump into the tentacle which was thrusting between her legs.

"Oh, Mom, I love you so much! How have you been?"

"Wonderful," said Virginia Thomas. She now wore a gold banded rider on her back. "I love being in the Hive. I love being enslaved. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Susan was so sexy! You must have enjoyed having her, Marion."

"Yes, I did," said Marion, looking down at the tentacle thrusting inside her mother's vagina.

Virginia caught her gaze. "It's putting new life into me dear. New life which will expand the Hive." She looked so happy.

"That's great," said Marion, feeling her nipples crinkle. She knew that Susan had been the one to train her grandmother. It looked like she had done as good a job on her grandmother as she had done on her mother.

She turned to Rachel. "And how are you, my love?"

"Fine, Mom," said Rachel, grinning as a tentacle moved in and out of her pink, dilated pussy lips. "It feels so good. You should try it."

Marion turned to Heather. "What's going on here?"

"They are being impregnated with giant spiders."

"Giant spiders? Is that even possible?" Marion had seen them and knew how big they were.

"Yes," said Heather. "But the pregnancy is a tricky one. It only works a third of the time. That's why we have so many donors."

"Oh," said Marion. "Can their uteruses really handle a giant spider pregnancy?"

"In the beginning," said Heather. "Once successfully impregnated, the spider fetus gradually outgrows the uterus and claws its way out of the body. The slave dies, of course, but we get a new spider." She looked at Marion's expression carefully, and Marion suddenly felt like she was being tested. "How does that make you feel, dear? To know that these girls, even your mother and daughter, may be sacrificing themselves for the Hive?"

Marion suddenly felt a cold chill run through her body. "Wonderful," she said, giving a forced smile. She turned to her mother. "Mom, you know what will happen if you get successfully impregnated, right?"

"I will expand the Hive," said her mother, smiling serenely as the tentacle thrusted into her vagina, up into her uterus, as the reproductive ritual continued uninterrupted. Marion had never seen her this happy, not since before Father died.

Every tentacle of the octopus like creature was firmly lodged inside one of the women, thrusting, stroking, bringing them all continuous sexual pleasure. Virginia Thomas cried out for joy as she felt the creature impale her. That was one of its functions, to keep its subjects captivated while it performed its work. It shot fluid into each of them, from a hole on the tip of its tentacles, fluids filled with a mixture of sperm and eggs. Hopefully one of them would blossom into a giant spider.

Marion watched her mother, her limp breasts slunk down over her chest but with nipples proudly erect, cry out for joy as she looked at Marion. Marion smiled back. At that moment, she felt closer to her mother than ever before. Then she looked at Rachel. Her daughter was rocking back and forth, milking her tentacle for every drop of pleasure. Her breasts were sweaty and gleaming under the strange green lights.

Marion knew that on average one out of every three of them in this circle would not survive the process. But those that did get pregnant would give birth to glorious new life. The thought made her nipples so hard that they hurt, and she started to rub her clit as she watched the women being pleasured. The heavy double ringed rider on her back rippled with pleasure. This was the way life was meant to be.

Heather looked at Marion, and took her by the hand. "Come. It is time to prepare you."

Marion looked at the circlet of tiny black eggs.

"What are they?" Marion asked, looking at them closely. They shined almost unnaturally under the bright green lights of the cave.

"Hivelife," said Heather. She saw Marion's doubtful look. "That's all you need to know, isn't it?"

"Yes," said Marion, feeling a bit uncertain without knowing why. Her purpose was to spread the Hive, she had said it herself many times, but when the moment came to do it, she felt hesitant.

"Then insert the eggs into yourself, as deep as you can."

Marion felt Heather looking at her expectantly, She noticed that in two corners of the cavern were two Harem Guards. For some reason Marion couldn't put into words she felt a bit reluctant to put alien eggs inside her vagina. It was as if some part of her didn't want to act as an incubator for Hive Life. Why would she object to that?

Her rider pulsated on her back, filling her with additional resolve. Marion nodded, and took a deep breath and spread her legs and her thick, labial lips nestled at the bottom of her dark triangle of pubic hair. She actually smiled as she slowly inserted the eggs into herself. Her rider pulsated on her back and her clitoris tingled with pleasure as she worked the eggs up as far as she could into her vagina. When she pulled her fingers out, Heather hugged her. "Don't worry if you couldn't get them all the way into your uterus. You'll have some help with that."

Help?

Suddenly Paul stepped out of the shadows.

"Paul!" said Marion, hugging him tightly, her heart fluttering. She hadn't seen him for days, not since the time she and Chloe....

Paul accepted her embrace without responding.

"What are you doing here?" Marion asked. Her former husband never looked finer. He had become more muscular and more leaner at the same time. Every ounce of fat was gone from his body. And his penis... his penis had been enlarged. It was bigger, pinker, and it had a hairy tip

Paul's face was blank. "I have been assigned to inseminate you," said Paul.

"Paul is your reward, dear," said Heather.

"Reward?" said Marion.

"For your perfect obedience. You have brought your entire family into the Hive, your husband, your son, your daughters, even your mother. You have embraced your youngest daughter as a lover and exceeded all our expectations As a reward, Paul has been selected to fertilize you. Does that please you, Marion?

"Yes, it does!" said Marion, giving him a kiss. Despite all her Hive conditioning, she was delighted to see him. He kissed her back woodenly.

"Shall we begin?" Paul asked stonily.

Marion nodded, hiding her disappointment.

She lay down on the ground and spread her legs. Paul got between them and inserted his penis. Marion gasped at the size, but quickly became accustomed to it.

After everything that had happened, Marion was having sex with her husband again. But they were no longer having sex as husband and wife. They were having sex as unrelated Hive slaves. Marion had Hive eggs inside of her, and Paul was fertilizing her with exactly what the Hive wanted. They were simply reproductive tools, a penis and a vagina, to be used to expand the Hive.

Marion looked up at the face of the man she had loved. It was completely blank now. Was there nothing left of the man she had married, the man who had impregnated her three times, the man she had raised children with?

Paul was double banded now, but she was double banded too, and if she could still feel something for him, perhaps he could too.

"Paul," she whispered to him.

Paul, his face wooden, continued to pound into her vagina.

"Paul," she whispered again.

"Yes," he said.

"Do you like this?" Marion asked.

"Yes," said Paul. "I love filling you with my seed, with my Hivecum."

"I do too," said Marion excitedly, wrapping her arms around his back. "But Paul, don't you also feel something for me?"

Paul kept thrusting with a blank expression.

"Paul?"

"You are a female to be fertilized," said Paul blankly.

"That's... that's all?" Marion asked, crestfallen. "Paul, what have you become?"

"The Hive has liberated my sexuality," said Paul, in a grim, self-satisfied tone Marion had never heard before. "I have fertilized dozens of females, sexy women I never would have had access to. I filled them all with my seed," he said with pride.

Marion wet her lips even as Paul jostled her with every thrust. "That's nice, Paul dear, but don't you still have any feelings for me? We were husband and wife for nearly 22 years!"

Paul gave an inhuman smile. "You are a vagina to be filled, a uterus to be inseminated. I cannot wait to fill you with my ejaculate. The idea of watching your belly fill up with Hivelife excites me more than you can possibly know."

"But Paul-"

"Stop talking, female."

"Paul-"

"Enough!" Paul roared. Suddenly his face tightened and he gasped. "Aaaaaah!" he roared, as he released inside of her. "It feels so good to fill you with the seed of life! You are the incubator of eggs."

The incubator of eggs. Marion stiffened as an orgasm wrack her body, and she cried out with joy. Her body shuddered around Paul's raging tool. "Yesss," she hissed. "Fill me with Hivelife. Fill me with your seed." She shuddered again as her pussy milked the last drops of Hivecum from Paul's penis. When he pulled out, she noticed his testicles were jet black. His dripping penis looked so powerful, so masculine.

But Paul's face was blank the entire time and stayed that way even up to the moment when he climaxed. If he hadn't cried out, Marion might never have known that he came. He was the perfect automaton now.

What had she done to Paul, to her family?

And then Marion realized it was all fine. Paul was mean to be an inseminator, and she was meant to be an incubator. He was fulfilling his function. And Marion was fulfilling hers. She felt full of warmth and goodwill to her former husband. She kissed him softly, enjoying the feeling of his wet penis pressed against her pubis. "Thank you for inseminating me," she said, staring into his dull eyes. "Thank you for filling me with the seeds of Hivelife."

As she rubbed her wet labia, she saw the ghost of a smile appear on Paul's empty face.

The next day, when Paul returned for the next round, his face was again blank but his penis was erect. He didn't say a word as he took hold of Marion and started kissing her. As he did he lowered her to the ground. A moment later, he entered her. In one way Marion was appalled; there was no love here, Paul was simply acting like a tool, and treating her as one. But in another way Marion was sexually delighted; she was a tool of the Hive, just as Paul was, and they were both fulfilling their highest function.

Marion tried once again to reach him. "Paul, are you enjoying this?"

She had to repeat the question twice before Paul responded. "Yes."

"It's just like the time you tried to get me pregnant with Ryan, remember?"

Paul continued to thrust methodically, his rider pulsating on his back as he worked steadily towards his Hive mandated goal. "Yes. But this is even better."

"Even better?"

"Ryan is a human male. What we are creating is even superior. We are creating Hivelife."

Hivelife. Marion's clitoris tingled with joy as she felt her rider hot and heavy on her back. "Yessss...." She hissed, kissing him pleasurably as she wrapped her legs tightly around him. "Fill me, Paul, fill me with your seed!"

They were having sex, and Paul was trying to impregnate her. It was just like when they were married, but only better, better because they were serving a higher purpose. Marion had been filled with alien eggs and Paul with alien sperm. She could think of nothing better than to have her and Paul's sexuality used, twisted, and changed to serve the Hive.

"Pound me, Paul! Pound me real hard!" Marion cried, as his erection filled her so wonderfully.

Paul, his face still blank, rewarded her with another sly smile.

The next day when Paul came to inseminate her again, Marion leaned against a wall and spread her legs. "Let's try something different, Paul," she said, in a low, sexy voice as she ran a hand through her thick, curly pubic bush.

Paul nodded minutely and mounted her from behind. A moment later she felt him entering her from behind.

It was glorious. Paul was the perfect Hive slave.

"How are you doing, Marion?"

Marion turned her head even as Paul continued to make love to her from behind. "Oh, it's you, Heather. Hello! Everything is wonderful." She spoke in a casual tone as Paul continued to work his glistening penis in and out of her vagina from the rear.

"Are you glad to be back with Paul again?" Heather asked.

Paul continued to mechanically thrust in and out of her vagina, his hands grasping her hips tightly, his face blank as he performed his required function.

Marion had come so far. She was eagerly having sex with her husband as frequently and as passionately as they could to create an alien form of life. "It's wonderful!" Marion assured her, her big ass sticking up in the air proudly as she let Paul inseminate her. "To feel so sexy and fertile, to be used to create Hivelife, it feels so good, Heather! It always feels so good!"

"Just think Marion, you're going to have another baby with Paul. If it hadn't been for the Hive, this wouldn't have been possible, would it?" Heather asked.

"No," said Marion, loving the feeling of Paul's warm belly pressed against her ass cheeks. "I love the Hive! So does Paul!"

"Is that true, Paul?" Heather asked.

Paul grinned as he boned Marion really good. "I love the Hive. I love being used to fertilize. I love putting Hivecum inside Marion."

A thrill went up and down Marion's spine.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it then," said Heather, waving goodbye as she walked off.

"Paul. Did you really mean what you said?" Marion asked.

Paul's face was a mask.

"Paul?"

"I must fertilize your eggs."

"Paul?" Marion bit her lip and held back a tear.

"I must fertilize your eggs." He kept thrusting, until the inevitable happened.

Inseminated. That's all Marion was now to Paul, a vagina to be filled. It hurt to think of it, and yet, it also felt good.

Paul inseminated Marion five more times over the next three days. Each time he left without saying goodbye, and she watched him walk away, his rider pulsating on his back, his firm ass muscles flexing with each step. But at times she thought she saw something in his eyes, something in his expression when he made love to her, that gave her the impression that somewhere, the husband she had loved was still in there, and still had feelings for her.

And then, the last time Paul inseminated her, he started to shudder, and climax, his eyes widened, he gasped, and he whispered, "Marion" as he came within her.

She hugged him and cried out his name, even though she hadn't climaxed.

And now Marion was pregnant. But it was like no pregnancy she had ever experienced. Her belly grew big and bloated, but it felt hollow, almost. She asked Heather what she was carrying, but Heather only smiled mysteriously and said, "Life."

Marion felt movement within her body, but it was the movement of tiny, little things, dozens or maybe hundreds of them. It was then she knew that she was giving birth to some kind of insects.

But it was life of the Hive. She smiled smugly as her belly got big. She fondled and masturbated herself to the thought that she was finally going to reproduce and expand the Hive. Ryan and Susan came to visit her in the cave, and she told them that she was very happy.

"And what have you been up to, dears?" she asked, rubbing one of her titties. Her breasts had gotten even larger now, her areolas were enormously stretched, and her titties were becoming incredibly sensitive.

"We've been expanding the Hive," said Ryan. "They've been sending me out to bring girls into the Hive, Mom. I've been seducing and fucking ten or more a week!"

"Wonderful, dear!" Marion smiled, looking down at Ryan's penis, which looked nice and long, even when flaccid. She could only imagine how many girls he had been seeding. "And you, Susan?"

Susan gave a sexy grin. "I've been bringing girls into the Hive, too, Mom." She gave Marion a passionate kiss. They embraced for a long moment. Then Marion pulled back, and looked at her daughter, her trainer, her lover. Susan looked sexier than ever, with her firm melons and bright yellow pubic bush. The Hive had really brought out the best in her, turning her into a vibrant, passionate lover. She felt so proud of what her little girl had been turned into.

But someone was missing. "Where's your sister Rachel?"

Ryan and Susan exchanged looks.

"What is it?"

"Mother, Rachel was impregnated with a giant spider," said Susan. "She's... gestating."

Marion wondered why Susan and Rachel looked sad. "That's wonderful!" she said.

"Yes, it is," said Susan slowly.

Marion looked from one to another. "Was there something else?"

"There was, Mom," said Ryan. "We want you. Both of us."

Marion looked from Ryan to Susan. "Both of you?"

Susan nodded. "You're so sexy Mom, even more so now that you're filled with Hive Life. We were told if we met our fertilization quotas we could have you again."

"Oh, oh my sweet dears!"

Marion made love to Ryan and Rachel.

They took turns. Ryan went first, kissing and fondling her. He gently eased her on her back and carefully entered her, easing his long shaft into her aching cunt. As he made love to her Susan watched, eyes shining, cheering them on as she rubbed her own clitoris. "Give it to her, Ryan! Really give it to her!" she growled, enjoying every minute of it.

When Ryan groaned and climaxed inside her, it was Susan's turn. She mounted her mother and kissed her furiously. "I've missed you so much, Mom."

"I've missed you too, dear," said Marion. She felt so close to her children now. The Hive had given her so much. She felt so intensely grateful, even as Susan, also experiencing a surge of gratitude got between her legs and started sucking on her clitoris.

"Oh, oh oh oh!" Marion cried. Her children loved her so much.

"Enjoying sloppy seconds, Sis?" Ryan leered.

Susan, sucking on the delicious cocktail of sperm and vaginal juices, raised a middle finger at Ryan but didn't say a word. Her eyes met Marion's, eyes full of adoration and love and affection. Marion smiled and her body buckled as her dearest one got her off. She loved Susan so much!

And then the day came for her to give birth. When her time came, Marion was brought to the biggest chamber in the cave. It was filled with people, more than a hundred of them, all nude, all being held back by harem guards.

As slaves helped Marion get down on the floor and spread her legs, she asked Heather, "Why are these other people here?"

"They have been brought here to join the Hive. We do not have riders for them yet, so you will Infect them," said Heather. "When you give birth, the insects you bear will lay eggs under their skin which will hatch as worms, and start the cycle of life to take control of them." She looked at Marion. "How does that make you feel?"

Marion felt once again that she was being tested, as she had when Heather showed her what was happening to her mother. "Wonderful," she said, smiling.

"Good."

It wasn't long before Marion started to give birth. She wished Paul was here to hold her hand as he did for Chloe, but Paul was nowhere to be found. He had fulfilled his function as inseminator and moved on. He was simply a fertilization drone now, moving from female to female, pollinating them when and however the Hive required.

But Susan and Ryan were there to hold her hands and offer encouraging words, their riders pulsating on their backs as they smiled and kept Marion calm. Marion felt a rumbling in her stomach and contractions as she felt something break loose deep inside of her and then a hot, wet mass start to make its way out of her vagina.

"Look, Mom, it's coming out!" said Susan excitedly.

A small black fly emerged from her vaginal lips. It was tiny, a little black speck, so small it could hardly be seen. But then another came out, and another, and soon there was a flood of black specks. They seemed to know immediately what to do, and they started to fly to the crowd of new slaves.

The new slaves screamed as the swarm descended on them. They tried to swat the insects away but there were too many of them. By the time a slave felt himself being bit and swatted it, it was too late--the eggs had already been implanted under their skin.

Marion watched between spread legs as the dark swarm flew out of her vagina into the crowd of screaming, pleading people. Sweat covered her body as she watched them cry out and fight what they could barely see.

Marion looked up and saw Heather, but Heather wasn't looking at the crowd. Heather was looking straight down at her with a distinctly alien look in her eyes.

Marion's rider assured her that this was her highest possible purpose in life. That she was spreading the life. That this was what she was meant for. Thus fortified, she watched the spectacle with a broad smile.

"You have been given a unique honor," said Chloe.

It had been nearly a week since Marion had given birth. Her belly had retracted and she had regained her slim figure. Her vagina still felt a bit sore but she felt capable and willing to serve the Hive again. Susan stood in the background, listening attentively.

"Would you like to be impregnated again?" Chloe asked.

"Would I?" said Marion, smiling. "With more insects?"

"No," said Chloe. "This would be something... different. Unusual. Unique. We have been watching your progress closely, Marion. You have become one of the most productive and obedient members of the Hive. You have been selected to give birth to a Greater Intelligence."

"What... what is that?" Marion asked.

"It is hard to explain," said Chloe. "Think of it as a precursor to the actual Hive Mind. It has the potential to grow into a Hive Mind. You would be giving birth to one of the highest forms of life in the Hive."

"Then I will do it," said Marion proudly.

Chloe gave her a wary look. " I will leave you in Susan's capable hands. She will train you, and help your rider reach its third and final band, so you will be under our complete control."

Marion shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet. "But... is that necessary? I will already willingly do whatever the Hive asks of me."

"I know you will, dear," said Chloe, looking up at Marion's supple, nude body. "But this assignment has special challenges. The pregnancy is not difficult in and of itself, but the birthing requires you to be totally committed to your newborn."

"But I will be," said Marion.

"I'm sure you will," said Chloe. "Now give me a kiss and go off and let Susan train you."

Marion stepped forward and kissed Chloe passionately. "When will I get to fuck you again?" she whispered in her sister's ear.

"After your training is complete," Chloe whispered.

"I can't wait," Marion whispered. "Take me now, Chloe. Fuck me, please!" She kissed Chloe furiously.

"Afterwards," said Chloe, kissing her again. "Afterwards. We'll have one last time together afterwards."

They were in Susan's bedroom at home. Susan gave her a strong kiss. "Take off your clothes, Mother. I have a big surprise for you."

Marion hurriedly undressed. Her nipples were already hard, her vagina lubricating. She couldn't wait to be trained and molded and fucked by her very sexy daughter.

Susan had a kind of sad expression on her face as she slowly took off her own clothes, as if she sort of regretted what was about to happen. But she got undressed soon after her mother did, and soon the two sexually mature women stood naked, side by side, by her bed.

"Oh, Susan, I cannot wait to be trained!" Marion cried, hugging her sexy daughter.

"I'm glad, Mother," said Susan quietly. She gently pushed her mother away and then lay back on her bed. Marion was about to mount her when Susan said, "Wait."

And then. Marion saw the most astonishing sight. Susan's single banded rider moved from her back to her front. She watched as it crawled over Susan's shoulder, working its way down between her breasts, to her belly.

"Susan!"

"It's all right, Mother," Susan assured her.

Her rider slithered down into her vagina. Then it started to change shape. It turned into a long, brown-yellow rod.

"What's happening, Susan?"

Susan gave a wicked grin. "You'll just love it, Mother."

Susan lifted and spread her knees. Then she moved down with her delicate fingers and obediently spread her vaginal lips. She winced as the bottom half of the rod slid inside her. Susan cried out as the rod filled her completely.

"Susan, are you all right?"

Susan smiled. "Never better, Mother. It feel so good to have my master inside me." She luxuriated in the sensation for a moment, and then her eyes focused on Marion with programmed resolve. "It's time, Mother. Climb board."

Marion looked between her sweet girl's legs. Half of the rod stuck out of her vulva, a hard yellow brown phallic mass just waiting to be ridden on.

"Mother?"

Marion blinked as she stared at her daughter with an alien phallus sticking out of her. Just a few weeks ago the thought of making love to her younger daughter with an alien creature sticking out of her vagina would have repulsed her, though she no longer knew why. All her mind was filled with now was lust for her little one... and for the Hive.

And so Marion, with a broad smile on her face, mounted her daughter and gingerly took the rod in her hand. It was hard and yet flexible. Again she hesitated.

"Put it in you, Mother," said Susan, her eyes sparkling. "Put it in you and feel the goodness of the Hive inside."

Marion, feeling the warmth of her rider on her back and in her mind, aimed the alien phallus and slowly lowered herself on it so it penetrated her neatly. "Oooooh," she gasped. It was warm and hard, like a penis, but it was warmer and it pulsated.

"Oooh is right, Mother," Susan grinned. "Ride me, Mother. Ride me hard!"

Marion started moving up and down on the alien phallus. She felt it stimulated her more directly than a penis. The shaft of the rod sent electrical signals throughout her body, making her clit and nipples hard instantly.

"Ooooh," said Marion. "Oh, ho ho, ah, ah-hah, ah ah ah." As she worked herself up and down, she knew she this extra level of stimulation was causing the rider on her back to grow and mature even more rapidly. She already had the faint beginnings of her third band. It shouldn't take too much effort to get there. The thought elated her... or did it?

"How does it feel, Mom?" Susan grinned lustily at her. "Just like Dad?"

Marion shook her head. "Thicker. Warmer. More tingly!" She brushed hair from her face. "Oh Susan. It feel so good. It always feels so good!"

"I know, Mother," said Susan. "It always feels so good when I'm with you."

They kissed passionately. Suddenly Marion felt so intensely close to Susan, even closer than they had become when Susan had taken her as a lover. There was a piece of living flesh between them now, a rod inside of Susan that went into Marion. Marion felt so intensely connected to her lover. Susan's rider conveyed physical sensations in both directions. As Marion rode her sexy 18 year old daughter, she could actually feel her downward thrusts reverberating inside her sexy daughters' cunt!

"Oh Susan, I can feel you!"

"I can feel you too, Marion!" Susan cried, her breasts heaving. "Keep going, Mom, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Marion continued to move up and down, exerting her ass and arm and thigh muscles vigorously as she huffed and puffed. Of course, Marion knew why she was exerting herself like this, yet she did it willingly and freely. She wanted her rider to grow. She wanted to be controlled. But there was also a lingering question in her mind.​