Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Sam spent the day focused on coordinating the growing reports of Hive Mind incursions. The thought of informing Jack about what had happened to her entered her mind only fleetingly. When it did, her mind quickly rejected it. She had tried to inform him yesterday and only gotten blinding pain as a result. She could not resist the Hive. It was much too strong. She might as well give up trying.

And so she did, not thinking about it until Jack knocked on her door in the early afternoon.

"Arden? How're you feeling today?"

This would be a perfect opportunity to tell Jack about the-

"Better, sir," said Sam. "The indigestion is gone."

"That's good to hear," said Jack. He paused. "How are things with Gavin?"

Sam paused only momentarily. "Actually, they're better too. We have sort of reconciled. He's become quite sweet and caring once again. It's like getting back to the man I first married."

"That's good to hear," said Jack. If there was hurt on his face, Sam couldn't see it. "Well, I'm off. There's been a report of an evil pancake attack somewhere in Alexandria. Want to come?"

"I'm buried with work here, sir. You go and have fun."

Jack smiled and left.

After he had gone, Sam wondered why she hadn't tried to tell him about her Infection. But she had tried, the day before. With only one worm on her, she had felt tremendous pain. With a second worm, she wouldn't have stood a chance.

Sam's first worm had migrated from her clitoris, and now was on her back with the second worm, side by side. She barely felt it except for an occasional itching. She turned her attention away from it and focused on her work.

Or at least, she tried to. Soon she started to feel the burning sexual arousal again, stronger than ever, even though she no longer had a worm on her clit. It grew and grew until the late afternoon, when Sam was once again desperate for sexual release.

And she knew what she had to do to obtain that release.

When Sam came home that night, Gavin welcomed her with a kiss, a hug, and dinner, all of which Sam was uncomfortably getting used to. He asked about her day and seemed genuinely concerned about her.

And then, after dinner, Sam knew what was coming next. She opened and removed her blue Survey Service dress jacket. Her large breasts stuck out of her Survey Service dress shirt.

"I'm not going to cooperate," said Sam.

"Uh huh." Gavin watched her as she slowly opened her shirt, clasp by clasp. With every clasp that opened, she was confirming her role as the lesser. He saw it in her eyes. She knew it.

But Sam still tried to frame it as an act of defiance. "You'll never control me," she said, as she took off her shirt. She was wearing only a bra on top now. She gulped as Gavin opened his hand, showing a worm in it.

She looked at Gavin for a moment and bit her lip. Then she got up and put her hands to the wall, and spread her legs. "Don't think this means I'm giving up," she told him.

"Of course not." Gavin smiled as he casually walked up to her. Despite what she said, Sam looked incredibly submissive. Her arms were pressed against the wall, her back to him, her legs widely spread. She was ready to give herself to the Hive, he could see that. The next step was to make her realize it, and acknowledge it.

Gavin went behind her and looked at her back. The two worms were snugly encased between her shoulder blades. Even first stage parasites could influence the host quite significantly.

Sam whimpered as she felt Gavin use a finger to rub her along the horizontal bra strap of her Survey Service bra.

"Just get it over with," Sam whispered.

"Get what over with, Sam?" Gavin said. He looked at her. "You have to ask for it."

Sam was desperate with need. Her clitoris had been inflamed and throbbing for hours. Her vagina was burning with desire. She needed relief.

"Please... please... please," she said, starting to sob.

"Please, what, Sam?"

"Please... give me a worm," she whispered.

"Do you want to join the Hive, Sam?" Gavin asked.

"I... I don't know," Sam cried out. The burning between her legs was driving her mad.

"Worms are only for those who want to join the Hive. Do you want to join the Hive, Samantha?" Gavin asked.

"I... maybe," she gasped, with tears in her eyes.

Gavin nodded. "All right, Sam. Take a deep breath." He watched Sam's back expand. "That's good. Now take another one. Keep breathing, that's right." Slowly and certainly, he put the third worm on her back.

Sam immediately cried out, and her head jerked upwards as she experienced an immediate orgasm. "Oh!" she cried. "Oooooooooh!"

Gavin smiled as he watched the third worm migrate to join the other two on her shoulder blades. He took her in his arms and hugged her. "Feeling better?"

Sam nodded silently.

They went to the bathroom so Sam could see the worms in the mirror.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" said Gavin.

Sam didn't respond, looking fearfully at the parasites on her back.

He softly touched her bare shoulders. "You wanted it, Sam, didn't you?" he said quietly.

"No," said Sam, shaking her head in distress. "No. I don't know."

"Momomomom," Gavin said softly, in her ear.

Sam grew rigid. "Momomomom," she said.

"Momomomomomomom," said Gavin.

"Momomomomomomom," said Sam. With her blank expression, she looked like perfect HiveFlesh.

"Good," said Gavin, smiling.

Sam blinked, and realized what she was doing. She looked up at Gavin. "Please don't make me go through another spider session."

"Did you try to warn your superiors today?" Gavin asked.

"No," said Sam immediately.

"Then you don't need one," said Gavin.

Somehow, that hurt her more than anything. "You believe me?"

"Of course," said Gavin, giving her a tender kiss. He looked in her eyes. "You're one of us now."

That phrase haunted her. She was not one of them. She remembered what Colonel Rogers said about fighting them. She had to resist!

And then... and then.... she was free to do what she wanted. She felt nothing in her mind blocking her as she put on her nightgown and lay down in bed next to Gavin. She read her datapad, but her mind was distracted. Then, later, she kissed him goodnight and went to sleep.

The next day passed quickly, and once again Sam felt a slow but steady increase in sexual arousal as the afternoon wore on. Sam knew what was coming that evening.

Her fourth and final worm.

Sam knew that it only took four worms to grow a rider. Their own research had shown that. She knew if she went home, that Gavin would give her a fourth worm, and she would get a rider, and she would be theirs, forever.

And yet Sam found herself obediently driving home. What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

Because she was forced to, she told herself. Because she had no choice.

Did she? Or did the aliens simply want her to believe that?

Sam tried an experiment. She turned the car around, heading away from home. Immediately, she felt discomfort in her stomach. It was only slight, but noticeable.

She turned the car around and continued heading home.

The slight discomfort disappeared.

She really had no choice, she concluded.

When she got home, she watched Gavin silently over dinner. This man seemed like her husband, the best her husband had ever been. He was amiable and loving and kind, and she so much wanted to be with him. But he was also controlled by the aliens, and doing their dirty work for them. Sam didn't quite know how to reconcile these feelings.

After dinner, Gavin simply said, "Come with me," and she followed him to the bedroom, like an obedient lamb heading to the slaughter.

But when she got there, she didn't see any worms. Just Gavin.

"Do you want your last worm, Sam?" said Gavin. He started to peel off his shirt. She saw his handsome chest.

"I... I don't know," said Sam. She felt tremendous sexual need, stimulated by the worms on her back, but knew that if she gave into it this time, that a rider would form on her back.

Gavin took off his shoes, and took off his pants, so he was only wearing his underwear. "Well, think about it," he said. He walked up to her, with a neutral expression on his face. He started to undress her. She didn't resist. He removed her Survey Service jacket, her dress shirt, her Survey Service bra, her Survey Service skirt, and then her Survey Service panties. All traces of membership in the armed forces were removed from her. When Gavin was done, he looked at her. "Do you know what I see, Sam?

Sam shook her head.

"I don't see a soldier. Or a bureaucrat. I see a biological female, with breasts and tits and a vagina and a fully developed reproductive system." The way he said that made a chill run down her back. Gavin looked into her eyes as he rubbed a hand over her shivering body. "The Hive wants it, Sam. All of it. It can put your body to so much better use than you can. You'll become a slave and love every moment of it."

Sam bit her lip and shook her head. She still felt the burning need within her.

Gavin stared her in the eye. "Do you know where your final worm is, Sam?" said Gavin.

Sam shook her head.

"In here," he said, pointing down to his underwear.

Suddenly, Sam understood. To get her last worm, she'd have to have sex with Gavin.

With Gavin, the man who had Infected her. The man who controlled her. She would have to cooperate with her own enslavement.

Sam's level of sexual arousal, already high, immediately doubled. She knew what she was being primed for. She looked down at his underwear. He already had an erection. A big one. Much bigger than he should be capable of having.

Sam whimpered and shamelessly put a hand between her legs and tried to rub her clit. If only she could bring herself relief! But rubbing down there did nothing. It was as if her clit had been desensitized. She felt in extreme need of sexual release, and yet she couldn't give it to herself.

"That won't work, Sam," said Gavin, taking a step forward. "There's only one way for you to get what you need."

Sam looked at Gavin, and her body was filled with so much need that she was trembling all over. She looked at him with pain in her eyes. She couldn't endure another minute of this terrible arousal. She bit her lip and nodded ever so slightly, with tears welling in her eyes.

Gavin smiled. He leaned over and kissed her. Sam just stood there, and absorbed the feeling of his lips against hers.

Then he kissed her a second time. This time Sam accepted the kiss; she needed the physical contact, needed to feel more, much more, to put out the burning fire between her thighs.

Gavin pressed his body against hers. She moaned as he kissed her a third time. She felt his burgeoning erection. It felt so huge!

Gavin laid her down on the bed. They started kissing and rubbing and touching, and it was as good as it ever was. Then Gavin whispered in her ear. "My underwear."

Sam smiled nervously and nodded. She reached over and pulled down his underwear. She was surprised by what she saw.

Gavin's penis was huge. It had been augmented. And there was a glowing green tattoo on the end of it.

But even more prominently than that was what was wrapped around the head of his penis.

Her fourth worm.

Gavin looked in her eyes, and saw the understanding reach her. She looked into his, and nodded, ever so slightly. She wanted it. She needed it. Her sexual desire was so intense, that she needed him, right now, between her legs. Consequences didn't matter.

Sam spread her legs and looked up at him with real need in her eyes. She was desperate to be taken.

Gavin smiled and winked at her. Sam felt a chill down her spine. Gavin delicately worked himself between her legs, and bent her knees. Sam looked down as he aimed his massive penis at her entrance, the penis with a worm on the head of it. A worm which was about to enter her body. Gavin smiled at her again, and then slowly and smoothly entered her.

Sam felt the fullness of being taken, and she moaned, her eyes widening, her mouth gasping. Sam hadn't felt so completely filled by Gavin, ever. Even before Gavin's penis had shrunk in size, he had never felt this large. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him as he penetrated her. He was so manly, so dominant, so hard and thick!

As Gavin penetrated her, he looked into her eyes and gave her a cocky smile, so confident in what he'd done to her. Sam stared at the ceiling, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the moment. She was having mind blowing sex, but she knew there was a price to be paid. An incredibly big one.

Nevertheless she let his hand find hers, and intertwine their fingers, holding them tightly as he plowed into her, making her his; making Sam part of the Hive. Sam finally summoned the courage to look into his eyes, and shuddered at the tremendous intimacy they were sharing. Shame was eating away at her; the shame of enjoying it, and the increasingly hard to deny realization that she wanted this. All of it.

"You are going to be such a good slave," said Gavin, as he plowed into her. "You are going to be such an amazing slave, once you get your first rider." He stared at her intently. "Say it."

Sam gasped. "I.... I will be an amazing slave, once I get my first rider."

"You cannot wait to be taken."

Sam gasped again.

"Say it!" The movements of his shaft inside of her were relentless. The worms on her back were stimulating he relentlessly.

"I.... I cannot wait to be taken," said Sam.

"To have a rider on your back, and in your mind."

Sam gasped again. "Please, Gavin, I need to come!"

"Then say it! Say it Sam!"

"I... I cannot wait to have a rider on my back, and in my mind!"

Sam's confession moved Gavin to immediate orgasm. And then it happened. Gavin's body stiffened, and his eyes widened as he flooded her with his essence. Sam cried out at the same time, grabbing his arms tightly, as she felt lust explode all over her body.

And then, when Gavin pulled out, she felt it. The worm, slithering out of her vagina. It crawled upwards, through her pubic hair. She looked down, watching its progress, but didn't hinder it. She watched it crawl upwards, on her belly, towards her chest, between her breasts, and then curving upwards, towards her shoulder.

She felt Gavin's eyes on her as he watched her, watched her do nothing to try to remove the migrating worm. Gavin used his hand to tilt her body forward, ever so slightly, so there was space between her back and the pillow. Sam didn't resist looking into Gavin's eyes. She knew she was being compliant. She knew she was accepting her fate. There was a kind of sexual tension between them as she let the worm mount itself on her back. And then she felt the worm slide down on her back. Within moments, it had joined the other three worms, fusing together.

Sam stiffened and gasped. Her face was as still as stone, her eyes wide.

Gavin moved his face closer to hers. "Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom," he said.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Sam with glazed eyes. "Momomomomomomom."

"Good," he grinned. "Honey, I'm going to need a rider as well. You know where the worms are, don't you?"

Sam didn't, and yet, somehow, she did. She looked in the drawer in the nightstand and came out with a jar of creepy crawling worms. They still disgusted her, but she could handle them without shuddering.

Gavin smiled and lay on his belly. "Four, please."

Sam looked uncertain for a moment. Gavin was asking her to Infect him with what would quickly become a rider. But wasn't Gavin already under the control of the Hive Mind?

Gavin watched her closely, but said nothing. Then Sam started to feel sexually aroused again. As she touched the jar she felt sexual needs building up. Gradually she was coaxed into opening the lid.

"Ooooh," Sam groaned. She felt a wave of pleasure through her groin as she pulled worms out of it. She put one on his back. Then a second. Then a third, then a fourth. She reflected on what she was doing. She was helping to create another rider. She was actively cooperating with the Hive.

"Thank you, dear. Now put the jar back."

Sam closed the jar and obediently put the jar back.

They lay in bed for a while.

"Will I become... different?" Sam whispered.

"No," Gavin assured her. "You'll be just like you are now. Only better."

Sam idly played with his penis while staring into space.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Sam nodded. "It's so big now."

"I got it just for you," said Gavin.

"You did?"

"Um hum."

Sam leaned up and kissed Gavin. He kissed her back.

That night Sam had wild dreams. Of riders, of sex... and of Jack.

She woke suddenly, sitting upright. She ran to the bathroom mirror. Then she saw it.

Her worms had merged into one. And she now had a baby rider on her back between her shoulder blades.

And suddenly Gavin was there. "What are you?" he said softly.

"I am HiveFlesh," said Sam.

"What is your purpose?"

"To ovulate, to be fertilized, to incubate eggs, and to expand the Hive," said Sam. She felt crushed. She had just become the thing she most feared, a mindless servant of the Hive.

And yet, she was still capable of thinking! It was as if the Hive only exercised partial control over her. Perhaps there was still hope. She tried to think so, as she stared at the small pancake shape between her shoulder blades.

"Congratulations," said Gavin, kissing her on the cheek. "You have your very first rider." She looked at his back. He had one as well, a small pancake shape just like her own.

"Do you like the idea of having a rider, Sam?" Gavin asked, holding onto her bare shoulders as he looked at her in the mirror.

"I do. I really do," said Sam.

Then she frowned. "I didn't just say that," said Sam.

"Yes, you did," said Gavin.

"No, that wasn't me," Sam insisted.

"Yes, it was," said Gavin. "There are two Sams now. The new Sam, and the old Sam. Both speak through the Sam mouth. Over time, as your rider matures, the new Sam will get stronger and stronger."

"And the old Sam?"

Gavin looked down at her, and kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back, he said, "You'll never notice she's gone."​