Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Hannah and her fiancé Carl are deeply in love and about to get married but first enter the cult known as "The Hive" to rescue Hannah's sister Rebecca. But once they enter the Hive they find the experience overwhelming. As their riders grow stronger in their bodies and their minds, Hannah is seduced by a handsome body builder named Eduardo and Carl is slowly turned towards homosexuality by Eduardo's brother Ernesto.

The following morning, Hannah once again had sex with Eduardo in the dream world of communion. She dreamed again of his hard, stiff organ plunging into her again, filling her so wonderfully. She was so free and uninhibited in the dreamworld, kissing and making love to him without any restraint.

And now, for the first time, she actually talked to him in the dream world.

"I love it when you make love to me, Eduardo," Hannah heard herself say, in a very relaxed voice, as Eduardo's stiff shaft plunged in and out of her.

"You do?" Eduardo asked, with a smile.

"Yesssss," Hannah hissed. Her areolas were blood red and stretched tight; her nipples were so hard that they hurt. "The only problem is Carl. We have to get rid of Carl."

"You want to be rid of him?" Eduardo asked.

"Yes!" Hannah heard herself say. She felt her orgasm closing in as Eduardo pounded into her.

"We need to make him homosexual, Hannah. Will you help us with this?"

Hannah gasped as she felt herself richly impaled by Eduardo's hard rod, again, and again, and again.

"Will you help us?" Eduardo repeated.

"Yes... yes... YES!" Hannah cried, as her cunt exploded around Eduardo's raging tool.

When Hannah came out of Communing, her body was once again all sweaty. She saw Eduardo looking at her closely.

What had just happened?

She had not only had sex with Eduardo in the dream world, but she had told him that she loved him. She had told him that she wanted to get rid of Carl. But Hannah didn't feel that way! She loved Carl!

Could this dreamworld be revealing some deep dark part of her that she would rather not acknowledge? Could she truly be starting to fall in love with Eduardo? It was getting harder and harder to separate the dream world from the real one. If she was having sex with Eduardo in the dream world, why couldn't she also have sex with him in the real one? It was getting to be a harder and harder question to answer.

She also noticed that her rider was feeling heavier on her back. Did these things grow in size? It felt warmer, heavier, not just on her back but in her mind, constantly whispering softly in the background. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore. For a moment Hannah wondered if maybe she should try to remove her rider, but then she quickly realized she needed to keep it on in order to save Rebecca.

Carl felt the same dilemma as Ernesto made love to him in the dream world. Ernesto hugged and kissed him, and before long Carl found himself getting on his hands and knees, ready to be taken.

"Do you wish to be taken?" Ernesto asked, rubbing the head of his penis against Carl's asshole.

"Yes, yes, please fill me," Carl said, in a pleading tone.

"What will you do for me if I make love to you?"

"Anything!" Carl cried. He gasped as he was taken. He had never felt anything so good in his life as Ernesto's belly pressed against his ass.

When the dream ended, Carl sat up and wiped the sweat off his brow. He wasn't homosexual... so could he be enjoying this?

That afternoon, after communing, they had another session in the small private rooms. Hannah felt her rider pulsate on her back, and suddenly she was sexually aroused again, even more so than the previous day. She didn't protest when Eduardo kissed her on the lips. Indeed, she even kissed him back. She needed him now, his kiss, his manly gaze, his touch. But when he reached to take off her bra she pulled back.

Eduardo gave her a stern look. "Lean forward, Hannah."

That was all that was needed. He was so masculine! Hannah obediently leaned forward and let Eduardo unclip her bra. Her breasts sprang free at him. Eduardo squeezed her breasts with both hands, making her smile.

"You are becoming so obedient," said Eduardo

"Ummmmm." said Hannah, with a smile. She was perfectly accepting now, having a strange man who wasn't her fiance massaging her naked breasts.

"Your nipples are hard. Do you know what that means?"

Hannah blushed. "I... I don't know."

"You don't know," said Eduardo mockingly. "Perhaps this can help you think." And then, before she could object, Eduardo put his lips on one of her teats.

"Eduardo!" Hannah cried out in ecstasy as a shoot of lust filled her body from her cunt to her teat. She felt her rider beating on her back like the beating of her heart and grabbed the sides of his head strongly as he sucked on her. She groaned with pleasure at the taking, looking completely relaxed and at ease.

Eduardo looked up at her and smiled. Excellent.

Hannah's nipple slid out of Eduardo's mouth with a pop. It was glistening and red and long and fleshy. "Do you like that, Hannah?"

Hannah gave a dreamy smile and nodded.

Eduardo decided Hannah was ready for the next step. Moving slowly, he slipped a hand into her panties.

"No, Eduardo!" Hannah cried. She tried to pull out his hand with her own, but he simply pulled her hand away. She could feel him starting to softly rub her vaginal lips.

"No, you shouldn't. You mustn't!" Hannah cried. "I love Carl. I can't betray him like that." Somehow, in her mind, fondling her breasts had become an acceptable compromise of her relationship with Carl, but anything more was not.

"How can you speak of betrayal at a time like this?" Eduardo asked. He once again activated the holoviewer, and Hannah could not believe what she was seeing.

Carl and Ernesto were naked in the other room. They were kissing each other furiously as each fisted the other's penis. Hannah watched as Carl's hand moved vigorously up and down on Ernesto's penis while Ernesto's hand worked on Carl's stiff shaft. Carl kissed Ernesto vigorously, passionately.

"Say it," said Ernesto, between kisses. His hand worked the tip of Carl's penis. "Say it!"

"You... you make me feel so good," Carl groaned as the words appeared in his head. His rider has been keeping on the edge of an orgasm for twenty minutes, and it was driving him mad.

"What else?" Ernesto demanded, his hand keeping busy.

"I... I want you to be my lover," said Carl, his voice aching with need. His face was filled with orgasmic tension. Ernesto whispered something to him. Carl shook his head. Ernesto fisted his penis more vigorously and whispered again.

The sight of Carl, naked and erect, being pleasured by another man, send a stab of pain through Hannah's gut.

Carl gasped and said, "I... I want you, Ernesto."

"Where do you want me, Carl?" Ernesto asked. His hand moved like a blur. "Tell me!"

"I... I want you.... inside of me."

"Where, Carl?" His voice was relentless.

"Inside... inside my ass!" Carl gasped. It felt so shameful to say! Somehow, he knew the words had to be said. Tears were flowing from his eyes in shame.

He lifted his head, and Ernesto embraced him in a passionate kiss.

"No!" Hannah cried, as the image vanished from the far wall. "It couldn't be! It's not possible!"

"It is," said Eduardo, taking her in his arms. ""As you can see, Hannah, Carl is enjoying a homosexual encounter with my brother. He is being serviced by Ernesto and loving every minute of it."

Hannah looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "But he wasn't... we were...."

"The Hive has a way of bringing out people's innermost desires," said Eduardo. "You really should not be with a homosexual, Hannah. It is not the right thing for you to do. You should not be with a man who loves the asses of men more than the pussy of a fine woman like yourself. Trust me on this. Now look at me, Hannah."

Hannah had turned her head away. She slowly turned to face him again.

"You need a real man inside you, Hannah."

Eduardo put his fingers inside her underwear, and this time Hannah found she no longer had the strength to resist. Eduardo's fingers moved expertly into her vulva, quickly finding her clit.

"No, Eduardo!" she said, her eyes wide.

Eduardo ignored her and started masturbating her, rubbing her clitoris.

A wave of sexual pleasure engulfed Hannah, from her rider to her clitoris. Her rider was making her nerve endings five times more sensitive, making Eduardo's touch all the more overwhelming. Every pulse of her sticky yellow-brown rider nestled neatly between her shoulder blades sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Suddenly, all of Hannah's objections went out the window. She could only live in the moment, as a completely sexual being, and nothing else. Hannah gasped and reflexively spread her legs and put her arms around Eduardo's shoulders. Hannah was starting to cooperate with the Hive. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she gasped.

"That's it, that's a good girl," said Eduardo. He stared at her appraisingly. "Such a good girl. Do you like my touch now, Hannah?"

"You know I do," Hannah hissed. Somehow in the space of seconds she had gone from objecting to his touch to eagerly defending it.

"You are my lover now," Eduardo said resolutely. "Repeat it."

The words seemed to come easily to Hannah, especially after what she had just seen Carl do. "I am your lover," she said, with some conviction in her voice. Hannah groaned as her rider's connection to her clit grew stronger, stimulating it unmercifully.

"You no longer are in love with Carl," said Eduardo. His voice was as relentless as his fingertips on her clit.

"I no longer love Carl. Oh Eduardo," Hannah said, thrusting her head back. "Ooooh." It felt exactly as it did when she had communed with Eduardo.

"How does that feel?"

"Oh, Eduardo, it feels so good," said Hannah, with real tenderness in her voice. She closed her eyes tightly, relishing the sensation in her clit, amplified tenfold by her rider. "I love how you make me feel, Eduardo!"

"Open your eyes."

Hannah opened her eyes. She saw a handsome, muscular man right next to her, staring at her with pure dominance in his eyes. She had never seen anyone so sexy in her life.

Eduardo continued to stimulate her clit. "Your rider is going to control you."

"It will?" said Hannah.

"It is going to get stronger and stronger, and eventually it will take over your mind," said Eduardo. "It is doing so already."

"Ooooh," said Hannah, feeling a surge of lust flowing through her vagina. Why was her body reacting so positively to such terrible thoughts?

Or was it terrible? The idea of her rider controlling her, using her, could be very pleasurable. Hannah had heard whispers in her dreams, telling her how wonderful it could be.

"You will help your rider grow so that it will control your mind," said Eduardo, looking sternly into her eyes.

The words simply came out of her mouth. "I... I will help my rider grow so it will control my mind," said Hannah.

"You also want Carl to become homosexual," said Eduardo.

"No!" Hannah cried.

"Say it, Hannah! Or I will have Carl taken roughly, I swear!"

The sexual tension was too intense for Hannah. She needed release. But Carl, oh Carl! "I... I want Carl to become homosexual," said Hannah. A single tear dropped down from her eye.

"You want him taken by Ernesto as his lover."

"I... I want Ernesto to take him... as his lover." The thought horrified her, but at the same time Hannah felt the enormous pressure in her clitoris. She needed to come, desperately now.

"Imagine Ernesto taking Carl slowly in the ass while Carl shivers with anticipation."

"No!" Hannah wailed. This was too much, even for her.

"Yes!" said Eduardo decisively. Every touch of his fingertips on her clit sent shockwaves of sexual pleasure through her body. "Imagine my brother's long shaft moving in and out of your former lover."

"No, Eduardo!" Hannah wailed again. But she needed to come. She needed it so badly!

Eduardo's fingers were relentless. "Imagine his mind being altered, changed, to find pleasure in having a man so deeply inside him, and nothing else gives him pleasure, not you, or any other woman-"

"No!" Hannah moaned. Eduardo's words were so terrible. But the tension in her clit was unbearable.

"Each time Ernesto takes him, his mind will change, bit by bit, and then when the day comes that Carl looks at you as a stranger, you will know the task is done." His fingers moved like a blur now.

"No," Hannah whispered, sounding drained, as sweat dripping off her forehead. Her hair was matted with perspiration.

Eduardo's stare was relentless, draining her of all resistance. "And you will help to make it happen. You will become my lover, and encourage Carl to embrace his homosexuality."

"Ahhhh...." Hannah gasped. She was so close now.

"Say it!"

"I will become your lover and....."

"Say it!"

Hannah's face screwed up in pain. Could she really say it? "I... I will... do whatever I can to... to... help... Carl... become... homosexual," she gasped, as the words flooded out of her.

"Do you want it? Do you need it?"

"Yes!" Hannah cried, her rider blood hot on her back. Her clit felt like it was going to explode. "Please! Make Carl homosexual! Make him unattracted to me! Please, Eduardo, JUST DO IT!"

And then Hannah screamed at the top of her lung and stared up at the ceiling, as her rider rewarded her with a shattering orgasm. Pure joy in wondrous colors exploded out of her clitoris and washed over her tired limbs, as her rider pulsated madly on her back. All the tension washed out of her body as her clitoris throbbed with joy at suddenly more tolerable levels. But it was happiness mixed with embarrassment. Shame was eating away at her; the shame of enjoying it, the shame of participating in it, the shame of not only participating in her own debasement, but actually agreeing to encourage Carl's. As she hugged Eduardo tightly, loving the feeling of his body against her, she sobbed softly.

Ernesto had started his session with Carl by hugging and kissing. Carl had grown to enjoy the feeling of Ernesto's manly lips against his. He no longer felt it odd to kiss someone with a thick black beard. Ernesto's earring, a dangling chain, banged lightly against Carl's ear as they kissed and necked. Carl felt the warmth of Ernesto's furry chest as he rubbed against him.

And then Ernesto's hand was on his tight underwear again, pulling it down.

"No-" Carl started to say.

Ernesto silenced him with a kiss. He pulled Carl's underwear down and grabbed hold of his penis, and then started to masturbate him fiercely.

"Ahhhh," said Carl. "Ernesto, you shouldn't." He felt the shame of another man touching his penis, of receiving sexual pleasure not from a woman but another man.

"What am I to you, Carl?" said Ernesto, his black eyes looking determined.

"You... you are my lover." He didn't want to say it, but it felt so good to say it now, that Carl simply couldn't resist.

"And who will give you your orgasms from now on?" Ernesto asked, as he fisted Carl's shaft with his strong Spanish hand.

Hannah. He wanted to say Hannah, but he didn't have the willpower. "You... ah... you will," said Carl, wincing as he was rewarded again with pleasure.

"Pull down my garment," said Ernesto. "Pull down my garment and pleasure me."

Carl feebly shook his head. "No... I can't...."

"Do it, or I will go to Eduardo and tell him you are not cooperating. He will know your disobedience and take it out on Hannah."

"No!" Carl cried. He leaned forward, careful not to break the connection between Ernesto's hand and his penis, and pulled down Ernesto's underwear. Ernesto's semi-erect penis fell out. It was dark and manly and very long and heavy looking, much heavier than Carl's

What was he doing?

As he stared at another man's male anatomy, Carl gasped as he realized the implications of what he was about to do. He was about to fondle another man. He was about to have a homosexual encounter. It would tar him forever. There would be no way he could look cleanly into Hannah's eyes after this without showing her his shame.

"Touch it!" Ernesto snapped.

For the first time in his life Carl tentatively put trembling fingers on another man's penis. Ernesto's penis felt warm and soft. He felt a wave of incredible shame. It was the very first time he had touched another man's sexual organ, accentuating how far he had fallen.

"Now fondle me," said Ernesto.

Carl, his body filled with sexual desire, ran his fingers up and down the length of Ernesto's penis.

"No. Harder. Firmer."

Carl heard his rider whisper something in his mind Ernesto smiled as Carl took a more committed grip on his shaft. And then he slowly started to fist Ernesto's penis, moving his hand up and down as he wanked another man's male sex organ.

Carl looked at himself and Ernesto. His hand was running up and down another man's penis, giving him sexual pleasure, while the other man was fisting his own penis, doing the same to him. He was very much acutely aware of Ernesto's hairy, masculine body sitting right next to him as Carl pleasured and was pleasure by him.

What am I doing? he asked himself. How can I be doing this?

He was sexually pleasuring another man!

"That's it, my friend. Yes, like that. Good," said Ernesto, with rich satisfaction in his voice. "Harder. Harder. Like that, yes." He looked into Carl's eyes.

Carl felt intense sexual agony. His balls were positively painful. He needed to come badly. His rider had seen to that. He felt direct lines of tingling pleasure from his rider on his back to his groin, stimulating his penis, driving him with an intense biological need.

"Do you like touching my hardness, my friend?"

Carl blushed. But he felt compelled to answer. "Yes..." Carl gasped. "I... I like making you hard," he whispered, feeling totally ashamed. He looked shyly into Ernesto's eyes, and felt a tingling in his groin.

Ernesto grinned. "This is only the beginning. You are making me hard, making me aroused, because you want me to be your lover, don't you?" He stared at Carl with hard dark eyes.

"You will be my lover," said Ernesto. "Say it!"

"Ernesto, I... I will be your lover," said Carl, gasping as he felt a powerful attraction to the spanishy man.

"If you mean it, give me a kiss. A real kiss."

And then Carl, who was a committed heterosexual until just a few days ago, reached over and gave Ernesto a kiss, a kiss of passion. Ernesto groaned as he continued to fondle Carl's organ. Excellent.

. "Please, please, I need to come!"

"You will," Ernesto promised. "Just a few things first. You want to be my lover. You want me inside you." He said, between kisses. His hand worked the tip of Carl's penis, making him violently suck in air. "Say it!"

"I... I want you.... To be my lover. I want...." His voice faltered as he realized what he was doing.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Say it!"

Carl's testicles felt like they were going to burst. He needed to come, so very badly!

"I... I want... I want you inside of me!" said Carl, his voice aching with need. His face was filled with orgasmic tension. He felt the thickness of his rider's tendrils in his mind and in his penis.

"You are homosexual."

Carl grimaced. He needed to come so badly! "I... I am homosexual. Ernesto, I need to come!"

"Convince me, Carl. Convince me of what you are." Ernesto fisted his penis more vigorously, causing Carl's face to screw up in sexual agony.

The words appeared out of thin air in his head... but he said them. Carl gasped, "I... I am homosexual! I want you, Ernesto. I... I want you inside my ass more than anything! I... I want you to fill me with your cum!"

He kissed Ernesto eagerly, passionately, lovingly. "Please, please let me come."

Ernesto grinned wickedly as he felt the passion of Carl's kisses. Two days ago Carl would have been revolted to kiss him, and now he was participating eagerly. "And what of Hannah?" he asked softly.

"What about her?" Carl gasped, as a bearded man with tattoos stimulated his male sex organ.

"Do you want her to see you like this?"

"No," Carl cried, shaking his head. He was so deeply ashamed. He looked at the big bearded Spanishy man who was fisting his penis. He in turn was masturbating his new sex partner.

His new sex partner.

It was undeniable. Carl was having a sexual encounter with another man. He was both receiving and participating. There could be no denying it.

"Yes Carl," Ernesto insisted. "You are going to help us break her. You are going to show Hannah the truth about you, that you are homosexual, and that you have no further desire for her, so you and I will be together forever."

"No!" Carl gasped again. If Hannah knew what she was doing... Hannah would be revolted by him, sickened by what he was doing with Ernesto, he knew. He would drive her right into the arms of Eduardo, which is undoubtedly what Ernesto and Eduardo intended.

And yet, his sexual needs were so intense now. His balls felt like they were going to explode if he didn't come. As Ernesto stroked his penis, Carl found himself terribly attracted to him, to his hairy chest, to his dark eyes, to the thick shaft in his right hand which he increasingly wished to feel inside him-

"Say it! Say it or you will never come!"

It was too much for Carl. He cried out, sobbing. "YES! Yes, I will tell Hannah the truth of what I am!"

"And what truth is that, Carl?"

The painful tightness of his balls. The tingling in the head of his penis. The extreme tenseness of his entire body, eagerly needing release.... "I... I am homosexual!"

Ernesto smiled broadly. "Very good, Carl! You give yourself so easily. I think you will make a marvelous bottom."

And then Carl looked at Ernesto and realized he had fallen in love with another man.

Ernesto, sensing the battle was won, started moving his hand more roughly, more painfully, and said, "Come for me, dear Carl, that's right, climax as you stare at me, as you caress my hardness in your hand. Bond with me, bond to the thought of another man giving you sexual pleasure. It will be your first orgasm with another man, the first of many, a tremendous milestone in your training...."

Before Carl could protest, he leaned forward and his mouth devoured Carl's as his hand worked more rapidly. The riders on their backs synchronized; for a moment Carl felt not just the pulsing of his rider but Eduardo's as well, pulsating, pushing, growing... the sexual pressure on his penis... his rider pulsating, its tendrils pushing his organ to wonderful completion... Ernesto's feeling of rapidly approaching climax... Ernesto's rider pulsating... harder, faster.... Their riders, pulsating together... feeling together.....

Carl and Ernesto cried out as one as if they were one. Their shafts exploded at the same time. Carl's sperm splattered over Ernesto's stomach while Ernesto's sprayed Carl's belly. Ernesto hugged Carl tightly, rubbing their ejaculate together, and Carl experienced intense sexual belonging as he found intense pleasure in the arms of another man.

Time passed.

Carl found himself lying in bed in the arms of another man. He felt completely deflated and sexually exhausted.

"How do you feel, lover?" Ernesto asked.

Suddenly Carl remembered what had happened. It was as if it had happened to someone else. Now that his rider was not pumping him with arousal, he could think clearly. He sat up abruptly.

Ernesto grinned, and reached out to stroke his deflated penis. Carl shifted as if to move away, but one hard look immobilized him. "Did you enjoy yourself, little one?"

"Yes," said Carl, in a small voice. At that moment he just wanted to get out of there and get back to Hannah.

"Did you enjoy making me come?" Ernesto asked.

Carl looked down at Ernesto's deflated penis and remembered what he did—what they did! "Yes," he whispered softly.

"Then kiss me," said Ernesto. "Kiss me like you mean it."

And then Carl leaned forward and ground his lips against Ernesto. What am I doing? He asked, as he felt a stirring in his groin.

Ernesto grinned wickedly. "She will see you deflated, and she will know." Ernesto fondled Carl's wet, sticky organ. They were totally intimate now, like lovers. They were lovers. "When next you see Hannah, you will tell her what a wonderful time you had. You will encourage her to respond to Eduardo." He looked down at Carl. "Kiss me again."

Carl leaned up and made the natural connection.

When they got back to the common room Carl took a deep breath as he saw Hannah and Eduardo together.

"Thank you," Hannah whispered, as she kissed Eduardo passionately. "Thank you for training me." She saw Carl coming up behind Eduardo, but she didn't care, continuing to kiss Eduardo passionately, talking her time to do it right. As she did she ground her breasts shamelessly against him. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, not in front of Carl, but something compelled her to be bold.

And then Hannah pulled back and smiled contently. Carl saw that Hannah's face was flushed and her nipples were erect. It wasn't hard to guess what she had been doing with Eduardo.

"Your training is proceeding well," said Eduardo. "You are becoming very obedient Hiveflesh."

"I'm glad," she said, her eyes sparkling.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Carl?" Eduardo asked.

Hannah turned to him. "Oh. Hello Carl," she said, not nearly as warmly as her tone had been a moment earlier. But then Hannah's eyes cast downwards at his penis, his now flaccid penis, and Carl felt a burning shame on his cheeks, which only grew brighter as he saw Hannah's lips curl derisively.

She knows.

"And what of you, Carl, did you enjoy your training?"

"I... yes," said Carl. He said Ernesto looking at him expectantly. He felt Hannah's eyes on him. He took Ernesto in his arms. "I had a wonderful time with you.... Lover," he gulped. And then they embraced and kissed.

He heard Hannah gasping as he embraced Ernesto. How could he be doing this? How could he be having a sexual encounter with another man when he loved Hannah?

It must be his rider. It was doing something to him, influencing him. He could only imagine what the one on Hannah's back was doing to her. They had to get out of this place. They had to leave now.

When they returned to their small quarters he immediately turned to face her. "Hannah, we should get out of here," said Carl.

"Why?" said Hannah, self consciously brushing her hair with her fingers. She had a silly smile on her face. She felt so relaxed after her earth shattering orgasm... an orgasm given by a man other than her fiancee. "Are you afraid you're falling in love with Ernesto?"

"I am not in love with Ernesto!" said Carl.

"You could have fooled me, from the way you two were kissing after the last... session." She gave him a hard glare. Carl didn't know that she had seen him and Ernesto masturbating each other, but he felt a cold wall had descended between them.

Carl grabbed her in his arms. "Hannah, I'm being manipulated, just like you are. Remember, that's what they do here. These riders on our back are controlling us."

"I don't feel controlled," said Hannah, looking at him with a new kind of sensuality and confidence that Carl had never seen before. Her rider pulsated softly on her back as she squared her shoulders and thrust her chest out at him. Was that Hannah talking to him now, or her rider? Carl didn't honestly know.

"Do you feel controlled, Carl?" she asked him, with an alien gleam in her eyes as she arched her hips suggestively.

"I... no, I don't know," said Carl, feeling his rider pulsating as well. "But they told us the riders are controlling us."

"All part of the act, dear," said Hannah. She slipped her arms around him and stroked his hair. She whispered seductively in his ear. "They told us that so we'd believe that. It's all part of the brainwashing."

"But the way you let Eduardo touch you...."

"It's just an act," Hannah whispered, her breath hot in his ear. In truth, a part of Hannah wanted her training to continue. She desperately wanted Eduardo to make love to her... and she didn't. Just as part of her wanted Carl to become homosexual... even as another part of her was horrified at the very thought of it.

But right now her efforts were concentrated on Carl. He must continue his training, as I must continue mine. "It's all part of the act," she repeated firmly. "I have to let Eduardo believe he's winning me over," said Hannah. "Just as what you're doing with Ernesto is an act, right?" She gave him an uncertain look.

"Right," said Carl, with more certainty than he felt.

She stared him in the eye for a moment, then gave him a quick kiss. "Keep in mind we're doing this so we can rescue Rebecca. Remember Rebecca?"

"Yes."

Hannah kissed him again. "We're getting close. Eduardo says we'll be promoted to the Third Circle very soon, and then once we reach the Fifth Circle, we can get Rebecca. All right?"

"All right," said Carl. He bit his lip. "But you promised me you won't sleep with him. You won't let it go that far, right?"

"Of course not," said Hannah.

"You'll never let it happen?"

"Trust me," said Hannah. She kissed him again.

"Are you sure you can resist him?" Carl asked.

"Trust me," Hannah repeated.

"I-" Whatever Carl was about to say was cut off by another kiss. This one was more passionate than the others, even as Hannah imagined Eduardo's lips on the other end of it, and his strong, Spanishy body pressed against her own.

When Hannah pulled back, Carl looked mollified. A little too mollified, actually. He kissed her again, even as his hands moved downwards.

Hannah stiffened. "Not now," she said.

"We could ask Eduardo's permission," Carl said hopefully.

"No," said Hannah. Suddenly the images of Carl kissing Ernesto while they masturbated each other filled her mind. She frowned. "I'm too tired," said Hannah. "Let's get some rest, all right?"​