Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

The next morning, they communed again, Hannah with Eduardo and Carl with Ernesto. Once again, Hannah, watching like a third party observer in the dreamworld of communion, watched herself declare her love for Eduardo.

"Are we really going to become lovers in the real world?" Hannah asked, as Eduardo moved strongly between her legs. How she loved feeling of him inside her!

"Would you like that?" Eduardo asked.

"More than anything," said Hannah.

"Then it will happen," said Eduardo reassuringly. He brought her to another mind blowing orgasm.

After the morning session, Hannah hugged Carl and kissed him.

"What was that for?" Carl asked.

"Because I love you so much," said Hannah, looking smug. "And because Eduardo says we're almost ready to move on the Third Circle."

"We are?" said Carl. He felt relieved. He was falling more and more for Ernesto. The sooner they got out of here, the better.

"Um hm," said Hannah, snuggling up against him. "There's just one little thing we need to do first."

"What little thing?"

Carl took a deep breath as he and Hannah stood on stage in the Red Farmhouse in front of the crowd of initiates. Eduardo stood there, looking smug and in command. As well he was. Ernesto stood to the sides, his arms crossed. The lines of his gay penis could be seen forming a thick line inside his pubic bulge.

Hannah stood woodenly in front of the crowd. Suddenly, she felt reluctant, and wasn't quite sure why. Her rider prodded her on.

"My name is Hannah Stinson," said Hannah, standing erect so her breasts proudly jutted out.

Eduardo looked her up and down, clearly undressing her with his eyes. "Do you enjoy being in the Hive, Hannah?"

"I love being in the Hive, Eduardo," Hannah said, with real enthusiasm which made Carl wince.

"Do you want to give your body to the Hive, Hannah?" Eduardo asked.

"Yes, Eduardo," said Hannah.

Carl winced again. Hannah promised him that she wouldn't have sex with him! It's all part of the game, he told himself.

"Do you want to be controlled by your rider?" Eduardo asked.

"Yes," said Hannah, even as Carl frowned.

"Do you want to continue to be trained, Hannah?"

"Yes, Eduardo," said Hannah.

"By whom?"

"By you, Eduardo," said Hannah.

"Do you like it when I teach you how to use your body?"

"Yes," said Hannah.

Eduardo reached out and started to squeeze one of her breasts through the bikini top. Carl's eyes went wide as another hand went between her legs and started rubbing her there. "You are so sexy... I will enjoy using you." he murmured.

Hannah gasped as the rider on her back pulsated.

At that moment Eduardo gave her such a look of passion that Hannah could not resist. She leaned towards him and they kissed. The entire audience clapped.

Then it was Carl's turn.

"My name is Carl Breyer," said Carl hesitantly.

"Do you enjoy being trained, Carl?" Eduardo asked.

Carl glanced at Ernesto, and then Hannah. "Yes."

"Do you enjoy giving your body to Ernesto?"

Carl bit his lip. This was so humiliating! And in front of Hannah! "Yes," he whispered.

"Do you want to continue to be trained by Ernesto, Carl?"

Trained by Ernesto. Trained, to become homosexual. Carl nodded silently.

"And what of Hannah?" Eduardo asked. "Do you want me to continue to train her?"

No, Carl thought. But he knew what he had to say. He had to get to the Third Circle with Hannah. "Yes," he said, looking full of angst.

Eduardo nodded. "It is a start. Soon obedience will be second nature to you, and everlasting pleasure will be yours in servitude. Carl, if you really want Hannah to continue her training, tell her to kiss me."

Carl felt all eyes on him. He saw Hannah's pleading eyes. Carl, please, her lips wordlessly said.

"Hannah... please kiss Eduardo," he said, looking very disturbed.

Hannah wiggled her hips and walked up to Eduardo. She gave him a kiss full of the very enthusiasm that Carl lacked. The audience erupted in applause.

Ernesto came forward and put a hand around Carl's waist. "Soon she will be his. And you will help make it happen."

Carl opened his mouth to protest, but Ernesto silenced him with a kiss.

The Third Circle was located in the Pink Farmhouse. Hannah was ecstatic to be one step closer to Rebecca. Carl was less so. The significance of the ceremony was not lost on him. He had been made to say that he wanted his fiancee "trained" by another man. He had even been made to ask her to kiss him. How far would it go? Obviously Eduardo would try to seduce her into his bed at some point. But would Hannah resist?

"Why the glum face, Carl? Hannah asked.

"I'm just worried for you," said Carl. "The way he kissed you... you're going to draw a line, right? You're not going to sleep with him?"

Hannah laughed. "For the last time, Carl, of course I'm not going to sleep with him." She nuzzled noses with him as she hugged him. "I love only you." They kissed.

"Ah, there you are," came a familiar voice.

Hannah quickly pulled away from Carl. "Eduardo!" she said with a smile.

Actually, it was Eduardo and his brother Ernesto.

Hannah leapt into his arms and gave him a kiss, making Carl wince. "Hello, lover," she said with an all too real smile.

"Why hello there beautiful," said Eduardo, noticing her enthusiasm. "Are you ready to continue your training?"

"Of course," said Hannah, giving a wide smile which made Carl uneasy. Was Hannah acting, or did she really feel something for Eduardo?

And then it was Carl's turn to perform. Ernesto looked suggestively at Carl. "Hello... beautiful," Carl said, as he leaned forward to tentatively kiss Ernesto lightly. Ernesto grabbed him by the ass cheeks and turned the kiss into something else entirely. Carl hated himself when he felt a tingling in his groin. He felt himself rocking back and forth in Ernesto's arms slowly, and was painfully aware that Hannah was watching.

"I will enjoy having you," Ernesto growled, which made Carl blush.

"Are we ready to continue the training?" Eduardo asked cheerfully.

Ernesto brought him to a tiny room with a bed and looked at him expectantly. What was he waiting for?

Ernesto leaned forward and kissed him. Carl responded eagerly. As he did he found himself grinding his groin against Ernesto's.

"Is there something you want, Carl?" Ernesto said.

Carl nodded, between kisses.

"What is it?" Ernesto asked innocently.

Carl saw the gleam in his eyes. He was going to make Carl ask for it. Ever since Ernesto arrived to pick up Carl for his latest training session, Carl felt tremendous arousal. His penis and balls tingled with tremendous need.

"Can you... do it?"

"It?" Ernesto raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Carl?"

Carl licked his lips. He felt intensely hot. "Rub me... down there...."

Ernesto smiled. "I don't know, Carl. How can I rub you... down there... when you have your pants on?"

He's going to make me do it. Carl took a deep breath and pulled down his tight white underwear. His penis sprang free. Still, Ernesto did not touch it.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ernesto just gave him a smile, as Carl's rider whispered something too low for him to hear.

Carl bit his lip and pulled down Ernesto's shorts. He saw Ernesto's dark penis with its wiry pubic hair. He remembered masturbating Ernesto the previous day. Ernesto's penis looked so sexy! But how could he be attracted to the penis of another man?

He felt Ernesto's eyes on him, and felt his rider pulsating on his back. Carl felt the intense urge to touch him, to caress and stroke him. He reached out and gently took Ernesto's penis in his hands. And then, without being asked, he started stroking him.

Carl was sexually pleasuring another man of his own free will.

"You do that well," said Ernesto approvingly. "Does it please you to touch me in this way?"

Carl looked at Ernesto's thick brown penis. "Yes," he whispered. He felt his rider pulsating on his back, urging him to say more. "I... I like touching you in this way." He felt his heart thumping in his chest as he looked up at Ernesto. "I... I like pleasing you, Ernesto."

Their eyes met, and they kissed for a long moment. Carl never stopped fondling him even as they kissed.

"Better," Ernesto said approvingly.

"Ernesto, please touch me," said Carl, his voice whining. He was used to having his sexual needs met by Hannah, but here he was begging a man for sexual release. "Please!"

Ernesto smiled and finally put his right hand on Carl's penis, and started stroking him.

Carl groaned with delight. Ernesto's touch was electric.

"Do you like it?"

"You know I do," said Carl accusingly. "Ah, ah, yes, Ernesto, yes, just like that." He leaned back as Ernesto pleasured him, careful to maintain his own connection with Ernesto's shaft. Ernesto leaned back as well as put an arm around him. The two men stared at each other's penises as each pleasured the other. Carl felt himself quickly getting erect. How could another man make him feel so good?

Ernesto's penis was quickly becoming hard in his hands. Carl was knowingly seducing Ernesto, encouraging him to take him in the ultimate homosexual act, an act that Carl knew in his heart would happen sooner rather than later.

They were equal participants now, partners in crime. Carl was making love to another man who was in turn making love to him. Ernesto fisted his shaft as he kissed Carl passionately.

"Oh... oh Ernesto," Carl gasped. His penis felt like it was on fire. "You're so sexy.... You make me so hard...."

Ernesto smiled. Carl's transition to homosexuality was nearly complete. Carl no longer wondered about the propriety of another man bringing him to orgasm. He felt a powerful attraction to Ernesto that couldn't be denied. Ernesto's hand felt wonderful on his shaft. However, while he was getting more and more aroused, something was holding him back from coming. Normally he would come after a few minutes of stimulation. But this time it simply went on and on. Carl felt greater and greater frustration as he skated along the edge, unable to cross over. He tried to question Ernesto about it, but only got a kiss for his queries, silencing him.

He suspected his rider had something to do with it. He could feel it, growing warmer and warmer on his back. It seemed to be getting more... more substantial. Carl could feel the strength of it increasing in his mind as well, whispering, suggesting, leading him on. At the same time it had also put up a barrier to him coming, a physical or mental block which prevented him from climaxing. In his mind he knew his rider controlled his orgasm now, and it was his rider which he needed to please.

"Please, Ernesto, I need to come," he whined, like a little boy.

"Soon, soon little one," said Ernesto. His voice was hot and heavy in Carl's ear. "I have had many conquests but you will be my sexiest. I will enjoy filling your ass with my cum and making you mine. You will love it so much that you will forget all about Hannah and your greatest joy in life will be to be reamed."

His words were so terrible, but Carl was so attracted to him. And... there was something else. He sensed something was happening to his rider, on his back. He felt its tendrils in his mind getting stronger, thicker. He felt his rider getting hotter on his back.

"Ernesto, something is happening to me," Carl whined.

"What is it, beautiful one?" Ernesto asked.

"My... my rider... something... something is happening....." He gasped, as he felt something clamp down on his mind, and on his body and his shaft. "Ernesto... what's... happening to me....."

"Something wonderful," Ernesto grinned. "Just relax, little one, relax and enjoy it."

Carl's heart was racing and he was gasping furiously. Suddenly he felt a thick, heavy weight on his back and in his mind, as if he were carrying an enormous burden. Then he felt twinges in his head and the burden lifted, and he felt an amazing orgasm from head to toe. Carl's penis felt like it had been hit with a current of electricity. The block on Carl's orgasm was instantly lifted, and he shot out sperm from his penis even as Ernesto wanked it, the white sticky fluid flying in an arc into the air before hitting the ground. But Carl barely noticed it; his eyes were glazed, his mouth wide open.

"What is it, my sweet?" Ernesto asked.

"My rider," Carl whispered. "It loves me, and wants the best for me!"

Ernesto turned Carl over. Sure enough, there was a newly minted gold band on his rider.

"What's happened?" Carl asked.

"Your rider has matured sexually."

"Sexually?" said Carl.

Ernesto nodded.

Carl blinked rapidly. Suddenly he saw things more clearly.

He enjoyed being sexually stimulated by Ernesto. He did have homosexual feelings.

Carl had never imagined he could be attracted to another man, especially a bald bearded man with green tattoos all over his body. But he was. The feeling of Ernesto's lips, of Ernesto's body pressed against his, of Ernesto staring into his eyes with raw masculinity and dominance excited him in a way like he had never been before.

Carl turned and wrapped his arms around Ernesto and gave him a great, big kiss. "Thank you... thank you so much," he whispered.

"How do you feel about me now, Carl?" Ernesto asked, searching him with big dark eyes.

Carl felt his shrunken sticky penis pressed against Ernesto. "I... I love you!"

"Then come for me, lover," said Ernesto, wanking his shaft.

"But, Ernesto, I just came-"

"Come for me!" Ernesto growled, fisting him hard.

And then suddenly, incredibly, Carl felt a second tidal wave wash over his body. His penis stiffened and ejaculated painfully, sending a second wave of sperm shooting into the air. "Ah, ahhhhhhhh!" Carl cried.

He collapsed into Ernesto's arms as Ernesto slowly milked the residue of his second orgasm. "Oh, that was so good, so very good!" said Carl.

"And it will only get better," Ernesto grinned.

For the first time Carl seriously entertained the idea of going all the way and having sex with Ernesto, of making Ernesto his lover. But what would Hannah think? Carl was also still in love with her. She would be shattered if he slept with another man.

And yet... he had these urges. Powerful ones. Somehow, he would have to resolve them.

Ernesto smiled as if he could sense the battle raging in Carl's mind. "Come," he said. "There is something you should see."

Ernesto took Carl, hand in hand, to another room, where Carl saw an amazing sight.

Hannah was sitting on a couch with Eduardo. She was topless, her heavy breasts sloping forwards. And between her legs... Eduardo had a hand inside her panties. He was stimulating her mercilessly.

"Oooh... oh.... ohhhhh....." Hannah cried. Her eyes were closed, her head rocking back and forth minutely; she was lost in lust; her smile the classical mix of pain and pleasure.

"Do you like that?" Eduardo asked.

"Yes, Eduardo!" She said, in a feverish whisper. "Like that! Keep touching me like that!" Her eyes were still closed, her smile wide.

Carl was enraged to see Eduardo touching her so. To hear that Hannah was "fooling around" with Eduardo was one thing; to see him so intimately touching his fiancee was another. He started to move forward to stop them, but Ernesto grabbed his arm.

"Let them finish," Ernesto whispered. "The best part is coming."

Carl looked quizzically at him. Then he noticed the rider on her back. He could see, before his very eyes, the gold band starting to solidify.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Hannah said, rocking back and forth as Eduardo masturbated her. Her eyes were still closed, her face an intense mask of concentration.

"This is the very best part," said Ernesto, fondling Carl's back. "Hannah's rider is about to mature. Then she will be Eduardo's forever."

"No," Carl whispered.

He watched helplessly as the woman he loved rocked back and forth, pleasure etched on her face like stone as her exertions helped her rider mature. Every time the faint band on Hannah's rider got a little brighter Hannah groaned with pleasure.

"From now on you will love me, only me," said Eduardo, with grim determination in his voice.

Hannah opened her eyes suddenly and gasped. Her eyes widened as she saw Carl, watching from the side. She was suddenly aware that her fiance was watching another man masturbate her. And yet she did not push Eduardo away. She tried to tell Carl nonverbally that she was trapped, that she was made to do this, that she had no choice.

As Eduardo continued to masturbate his fiancee, Carl saw the golden band on her rider get brighter and brighter.

"You love only me," Eduardo repeated.

"Oooooh," Hannah cried.

"Say it, Hannah!"

And then the golden band on her back grew bright and substantial, and Hannah stiffened. "I love you, Eduardo, and only you!" She cried out. "Eduardo, something... something is happening to me, on my back, in my mind!"

"Something good I am thinking," Eduardo grinned.

"Oooh, oooh... OOOOOOHHHH!" Hannah gave an enormous cry as the band on her back finally solidified, becoming a bright shade of gold. Hannah's eyes grew wide. She gasped, and cried out, and her chest flushed pink. She panted strongly as she climaxed in his arms shamelessly, right in front of her fiancee. Her body stiffened beautifully, her bare breasts pressing against Eduardo's chest. For a moment Hannah's face was frozen in an expression of pure rapture. Then she relaxed and life returned to her face.

"Oh, Eduardo," said Hannah, still breathing vigorously as she came down from her high. They hugged and kissed.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Hannah?" Eduardo asked.

"Oh, is there!" said Hannah. "It's my rider! It loves me, Eduardo. It loves me and wants the best for me!" she said. And that wasn't all. Hannah saw everything clearly now.

She was in love with Eduardo.

Hannah had tried to deny it, even as Eduardo had made her say the words. She had thought she was merely lost in lust. But now she realized it was something more, much more. She was starting to fall in love.

Of course, Hannah still was deeply in love with Carl. But things had changed. The idea of having a relationship with Eduardo was no longer out of the question. Part of Hannah wondered if she could have both of them... or how she would decide if she were forced to make a choice between them. A part of her now wanted to give in, to let Eduardo make love to her, despite the consequences of to her relationship with Carl. And that part of her was growing stronger every day.

"Congratulations, Hannah. Your rider has reached the first level of sexual maturity," said Eduardo.

"Sexual... maturity?" said Hannah, looking confused.

Eduardo smiled and started to finger her clit once again. "Come for me, Hannah.

"But I just did," said Hannah.

"Come for me," he said intently.

Hannah felt her rider stimulating her clit, making it more sensitive. She had just climaxed seconds ago but felt on the edge of a powerful new orgasm. She looked into Eduardo's eyes and realized she was being taught a lesson, a lesson on what the Hive had to offer if she delivered complete obedience.

As Eduardo continued to rub her clit Hannah saw Carl staring at her. But she no longer felt any shame, no longer felt any anxiety. What she was doing just felt right.

Rather than averting her eyes she smiled at Carl, and even winked at him, which startled him visibly. Hannah eagerly worked her cunt against Eduardo's expert fingertips, cooperating with him to get another orgasm even as her fiancee watched. She gave Carl a sly smile and even blew him a kiss as she rocked up and down, getting closer to her second orgasm in recent minutes.

Hannah had become a different person right in front of Carl's eyes. Her sexuality had been unchained, unleashed, and a voice in his head told him this was a good thing, for both of them. "Ooooooh!" Hannah groaned as she bounced up and down on Eduardo's hand, and then she smiled and winked at Carl, and Carl felt a tingling in his penis as he smiled back at her!

"Oh, oh..... Oh, Eduardo!" She cried, her breasts heaving as her body stiffened yet again.

Hannah climaxed!

She was even more relaxed this time, hugging Eduardo and flashing an easy grin. "Thank you, lover," she said softly.

"You are most welcome," said Eduardo. "That was quite a show you put on for Carl. Would you like to say hello to your former fiance?"

"Why not?"

Hannah casually readjusted her panties and walked towards Carl on steady, confident feet as if nothing had just transpired. She sauntered over to him slowly, wiggling her hips.

Carl was frozen in place. She looked so incredibly sexy. Hannah leaned forward so he could get a better view of her breasts. She smiled knowingly and put her arms around him and kissed him and laughed. "Hello Carl!" she said with a an even wider grin, in a new deep, musical voice he had never heard before.

Her eyes were sparkling and wide. Carl felt the warmth of her hands wrapped around his neck. She whispered conspiratorially to him with hot breath in his ear. "Did you enjoy watching my rider mature?"

"I... uh...." Carl felt at a loss for words.

Hannah stroked his lumpy organ through his briefs. "It felt so good, Carl. It all feels so good." Her words sent a strong tingling through his shaft. He had never seen Hannah so sexualized before, so attractive, so appealing.

"Kiss me," she said in a new, commanding voice.

Carl kissed her, and felt her new warmth pressed against him. It felt like he was kissing a stranger.

And then they were alone once again in their small quarters, and Hannah returned to her old self... or so it seemed.

"We were just fooling around," said Hannah, playfully brushing her own hair with a little smile.

"Hannah, that wasn't just fooling around!" said Carl. "That was some very intimate petting!"

Hannah yawned and arched her back, making her large breasts jut out at Carl. Even in her bra they looked very sexy. "It was all just an act, darling."

"Was it really?" Carl asked. It didn't look like an act to him. Hannah had seemed more sexually vibrant in Eduardo's arms than she had ever been with him.

"Of course" said Hannah. "Tell me, did I do any more than you have been doing with Ernesto, hm?"

Carl flushed and turned red.

"Well, Carl?"

Carl wet his lips, and summoned the courage to meet her gaze again. "You promised me you wouldn't sleep with him."

Hannah put her arms around him. Her rider pulsated gently on her back. "And I won't."

"You promise?" said Carl.

She kissed him. "I promise." As Hannah kissed Carl, she realized that Eduardo's lips felt much thicker, fuller.​