Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

When she recovered and looked back down, she gave Jack a curious smile.

"Is it...." Jack whispered.

Sam recovered and looked at Jack meaningfully.

"Yes." She gave him a wicked smile. "It's ready for you now."

It was only then that Jack saw a tiny rider start to worm its way over the top of Sam's shoulder.

"You're going to put that thing... on me?" said Jack doubtfully.

"Uh huh," said Sam. "This is the moment we've all been waiting for." She wiped sweat from her brow.

"Not all of us," said Jack, eying the rider.

Sam leaned forward and started to rapidly pole up and down his penis. She reached up and pinned Jack's hands above his head by his wrists.

"No, Sam, please," said Jack, even as he felt himself rapidly closing in on an orgasm.

"You want to come inside me, don't you, Jack?"

"Yes," said Jack, watching the rider moving down her right arm. He tried freeing his arms, but she was strong, too strong, much stronger than a woman should be. "But-"

"There are no buts, Jack. This is the price you have to pay for coming," said Sam grimly. She grinded her hips, rapidly massaging the head of his penis inside of her. Instinct told her that she was going to time this just perfectly. Sam could see the indecision on Jack's face, the lust and fear and horror and intense longing-

"Sam! I'm going to, ah... ah......"

"Let it all go, Jack," Sam implored him. "Release in me, darling. Give me everything you've got!" Sam suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Jack saw the rider on her forearm-

No! He couldn't let this happen!

He struggled to free himself. But he felt so conflicted. And he was so close to his orgasm. His penis felt like it was about to burst inside of her.

The rider moved closer to his shoulder-

"Just let it happen, Jack," she said softly, as she continued to move up and down. "Just let it happen! We'll be together forever!"

"Forever," Jack whispered, the rider suddenly forgotten.

The rider... Sam's beautiful eyes... his penis, about to-... ah, ah.... Aaaaahhhhh!

Sam had timed it perfectly. Jack exploded inside of her just seconds before the rider jumped onto his back. As he ejaculated deep in Sam's vagina, he felt something warm and clammy jump onto his back. He tried to grab for it, but Sam's hands were quicker, grabbing and pinning his arms again. And then, even as he filled her with his seed, he felt tendrils, in his mind, changing, manipulating, twisting.....

Sam looked down at her lover.

"What are you?" she asked softly.

"I am HiveFlesh," said Jack stiffly.

His voice was so monotone, part of Sam wanted to cry. But another part of her got sexually excited. Sam turned him around and looked at his back, and saw the baby rider nestled between his shoulder blades. She had brought Jack under the control of the Hive. Her vagina and clitoris tingled with intense pleasure. She was fulfilling her prime function.

"What is your purpose?" Sam asked.

"To fertilize for the Hive," said Jack. And then he looked at her and said, "To fertilize you."

Sam made a sound of surprise and kissed him and hugged him. She felt so incredibly aroused. The Hive had taken control of Jack. He would be her lover now without any resistance. They made love again right then and there. Sam had to have him inside of her. She had to feel him coming inside of her. His hard bar of manhood, plunging deep inside of her, was the perfect balm for what they had been forced to do. After that they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms once again.

When they woke up again, shortly before dawn, she pulled him by the hand to the bathroom. "I want to show you something," she said.

She turned his back to the mirror. For the first time Jack saw his rider.

"Swell," said Jack, grimacing.

"Oh, but it is," said Sam, giving him a kiss. "With a rider, we can commune."

"Commune?"

Sam showed him.

In short order they were sitting back to back, still totally nude.

"Momomomom," said Sam.

"Momomomom," said Jack.

"Momomom Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom Momomomomomom!" said Sam.

"Mamoonishom! Momomom Momomomomomom!" said Jack.

And then they were off to dreamland, a dreamland filled with flying, fornicating pancakes. But intermixed with that were dreams of Sam making love to Jack and Jack making love to Sam. In the real world, Sam's nipples became hard as a pebbles and she started to pant as she got wet between her legs. As Jack experienced the same erotic dreams, Jack's penis slowly grew erect, bobbing back and forth, back and forth, as if it were being intensely stimulated, and then finally started to jerk upwards, once, twice, three times, before spraying a stream of sperm across the room onto his carpet. Jack, in his trance state, barely noticed.

When they came out of it, they were both soaked with perspiration. "What do you think?" said Sam.

"That was incredible," said Jack.

Sam promised she would come every day until Jack's rider matured. Jack frowned at the thought of that, but he had no way of denying Sam anything she wanted.

On the way home, Sam grinned as she made eye contact with herself in her rearview mirror. "You did it! I always knew you would."

"I had to," said Sam, sobbing a little.

"Oh, don't get me wet with your tears. You were thrilled to welcome Jack into the Hive. If Gavin hadn't suggested it, you would have found a way to do it," said Sam.

"Not true," said Sam, her voice cracking.

"Let's be honest, Sam. You've wanted Jack. You've always wanted Jack. You just could never figure out any way to trip him up. And now the Hive has done it for you, giving you what you most desired. You are as pleased as punch. You loved it when you baked a rider and gave it to him. Don't deny it, you can't lie to me!"

"Yes... I loved giving him a rider, especially one I made," said Sam. The thought of Jack with a rider on her back, the rider made of her own flesh and blood, excited her more than anything. All she could think about was making love to him, and yes, also bringing him further into the Hive, helping his rider mature so it could take greater control of him. To make him more like her. To build a more durable connection between them.

"I don't know... maybe I am learning to love the Hive," said Sam, licking her lips and playing with her hair.

"Finally."

When she returned home that night, she reported the mission a success to Gavin, and he smiled, looking pleased. He didn't seem at all bothered that Sam had had sex with his longtime nemesis. Gavin was only concerned about the needs of the Hive Mind.

But Sam had a question for Gavin. "I didn't see Allyson Spanberger when I went to Jack's place." She gave Gavin a canny look. "Allyson Spanberger was never going to show up there, was she?"

Gavin grinned.

"You manipulated me to get me to bring Jack into the Hive."

Gavin walked over to Sam and hugged her, and looked into her eyes. "The Hive did what it needed to get you to obey. One of the foremost areas of obstinacy in your brain was your protectiveness towards Jack. Now that that has been overcome, your rider will have less and less difficulty taking full control over you."

Sam felt her chest grow cold. She nodded and turned away.

She felt the heat of the rider on her back, and its tendrils in her brain, suggesting, whispering, tampering. Only rarely could she directly see the effects of it, but she did know one thing: it was getting stronger.

The next day, Sam and Jack gave each other knowing glances at work. She doubted Jack would try to alert General Henderson, now that he had an immature rider on his back. But how would he feel about her? Was he angry that she had given his rider? From the way he looked at her, it was clear his feelings hadn't changed. Through her ESPer skills Sam felt longing. The same longing she felt for him.

Jack's mind was in turmoil. He wasn't pleased to be brought into the Hive. He had considered trying to inform General Henderson, but he knew it would be futile. If he tried, the only thing that would happen is that Sam would be punished. He couldn't risk that happening. He was so convinced it wouldn't work that he didn't even try.

He felt the rider in his mind. Even in its immature stage it could whisper and suggest things to him. His mind was most helpless when he was asleep. When he awoke the following morning, he looked at the rider the mirror and it took him a moment to realize that the rider was not a natural part of him.

Jack knew what was going to happen next. His rider was going to take more and more control of his mind, with Sam's help. But they had chosen the perfect instrument to seduce him. He couldn't say no to Sam. He had loved her, and lusted after her for years. When he looked into her eyes, he found himself unable to refuse anything she wanted. Even if it meant enslaving his body and his mind and even his penis to an alien entity.

That evening, Sam returned to Jack's apartment. There was tension in the air as he opened the door for her. She looked at Jack. Jack took a step back. She entered without saying a word. How would he react? Was he angry at her? Would he be willing to let her help bring his rider to maturity?

"Jack."

"Sam."

She tried to read him but couldn't. "Could I... could I see your rider?"

Jack stared at her for a long moment and nodded. He slowly took off his shirt and then turned around. Sam saw the small immature rider between his shoulder blades. It looked perfect.

"How does it feel?" Sam asked. "Do you notice it?"

"It's filling my mind with a lot of impure thoughts... mostly regarding you," said Jack.

Sam moved closer so she was pressing against him. "Do you have impure thoughts about me, Jack?" She tilted her head closer to his.

"Always." They kissed a long moment. Then Sam pulled back and whispered, "I've come to help bring your rider to maturity and to train you."

"Swell," said Jack.

"I... I can get someone else to take my place if you'd prefer to have intercourse with someone else," said Sam.

"Intercourse?" Jack's eyebrows went up.

For a long moment, all they did was look in each others' eyes. And then they were kissing madly, hugging each other so tight it hurt, and before long they practically tore off each other's clothes, and were writhing like lovers on Jack's bed.

"I want you, I want you so badly," Jack breathed.

"Then take me, Jack," said Sam breathlessly. "Make love to me."

She didn't have to ask twice. Jack spread her legs and entered her, groaning with pleasure. As he poled back and forth Sam wrapped her arms around his waist. "That's right, Jack, back and forth, back and forth. Give the nourishment to help your master grow."

"My... master?" said Jack, stopping suddenly inside her. "This is helping the thing on my back grow?"

"Um hm," said Sam. She pressed her breasts against him and kissed him wetly. "It feels even better when you move, Jack."

Jack started thrusting again, not entirely of his own accord. Sam grinned up at him, her nipples pointing straight at him. Jack smiled back, a little uncertainly.

"That's a boy, back and forth, back and forth," said Sam. "Now tell me you love your rider, Jack."

Jack made a face. "No."

"Jack? If you don't tell me you love your rider, I'll have to leave right now. Someone else will come and train you," said Sam. She moved as if to pull back from him.

"No!" said Jack, grabbing her by the waist as he poled furiously in and out of her. He felt his rider on his back draining his energy, but Sam felt so good, he needed her so badly.

Sam gave him an impatient look. "Well?"

"I... I love my rider," said Jack, making a face. "Do I have to mean it?"

Sam smiled. "Not in the beginning, dear Jack." She kissed him again. "But you will mean it, and sooner than you think."

Excellent. Sam felt her rider was pleased with Jack's initial progress. She felt a jolt of sexual pleasure in her nipples and her cunt, which made Jack smile at her.

Gavin was pleased with Sam's progress. But she was still disturbed by his utter lack of jealousy. They had shared such intimacies together, but it seems for Gavin that their togetherness had been little more than a phase, a phase to coach her through the maturity of her rider. His love for her no longer seemed real.

And then one day she came home and Gavin wasn't there. But his spider box was. And so was her hand scanner.

The hand scanner that James Monroe had modified to record the organic frequency of the alien life forms.

They already had the frequency of the insects, and the riders. All they were lacking were the frequencies of the spiders, and the humanoid version of the Hive Mind, which Sam had yet to encounter.

But here she had a ready made opportunity to record the frequency of the spider. Sam thought about it. She had been happy being part of the Hive Mind. And now she also had Jack. But for how long? For a time she had Gavin, then she had Janice, and now she had Jack. She got the feeling that the two of them would be separated the first moment the Hive found it convenient to split them up. Was that the sort of life she wanted to live?

No. It wasn't. She had done everything the Hive asked, but a part of her still resisted. Could she motivate herself to pick up the hand scanner and scan that spider?

It was futile, part of her told herself. Her rider would fill her with pain the moment she picked up the hand scanner.

But the rider didn't know everything. It couldn't read her mind, not exactly. Maybe it wouldn't know what she was doing.

She shouldn't even try. She shouldn't resist.

She should resist!

And with that, Sam picked up the hand scanner, activated the program James had put into it, and scanned the spider.

The spider hissed, and scuttled into the other room. But it was too late. Sam stared at her readout. It read 4429 submegahertz. There, she had it.

All she needed to know was the organic wavelength of the humanoid version of the Hive Mind, and she could give the information to.... to whom?

The Survey Service had been infiltrated. So had HomePlanet Security. She should know. She had Infected them.

When Gavin came home that night, the spider danced excitedly. Gavin followed it into the bedroom, and came out a few moments later. He waved a finger at Sam. "Have you been doing something naughty?"

"Me?" said Sam.

"I think you have," said Gavin. "I thought we were beyond naughty thoughts now, Sam. Follow me."

She had no choice but to follow Gavin into the bedroom.

"Lie face down, please." said Gavin.

Sam lay face down on the bed.

She blinked hard when she felt the spider mounting her. But when it put its filaments in her brain, she didn't lose consciousness. She felt it swirling around in her head.

"Now Sam, what was that number you saw when you scanned our friend here?" Gavin asked.

"4429 submegahertz," said Sam.

The tendrils in her brain swirled around.

"Are you sure, Sam?" Gavin asked.

"4429... submegahertz."

"Think again," said Gavin.

Things were starting to get confused. Her brain felt scrambled.

"4029... megahertz," said Sam.

"Are you sure it wasn't 2049? Or 4229?" said Gavin.

"4.... 4 something... 4 something something," said Sam.

Gavin made a hand gesture, and the spider pulled out, giving Sam a jolt to her brain that made her gasp.

"Very good, Sam," said Gavin. "You've always been good with numbers. Keep track of that number in that pretty little head of yours, and you'll save the entire human race!"

He was mocking her. But Sam was too incoherent to respond. She simply fell asleep.

The following evening, Sam learned about the Gateway.

"Everything is going well," said Gavin. "The entire planet should be part of the Hive within three years. Or three months, if we get the gateway open."

"The gateway?" Sam asked.

"To Dimension 43," said Gavin. "That is the natural breeding ground of the Hive. The Hive originally entered this universe through a rift in space. That rift has since been sealed. But a gateway to the Dimension can be opened, with the right equipment. I have been viewing the progress reports. If we're successful, we could have a flood of millions of Hive creatures coming through to Earth. The planet could be completely assimilated in months, if not weeks."

"Where is this gateway being built?"

Gavin smiled, and touched her face. "Ah, but you don't have a need to know, my love."

Sam smiled nervously. "Gavin, who would I tell?"

"No one, of course. Your rider would see to that. You have been so obedient, and so dedicated. And yet, is there not a small corner of your mind which still resists us?"

"No... I'm committed to the Hive," said Sam.

"She's lying," said Sam. "I can sense her holding back from us. She's biding her time, waiting for the right time to betray us."

"I don't know what the 'other Sam' is talking about," said Sam.

"There was that minor incident the other day when you recorded the organic wavelength of the black spider," said Gavin.

"A curiosity," said Sam. "There was nothing I could do with the information, right?"

"Correct," said Gavin. "But it still raises questions."

Sam sat on his lap, and played with his chest. "Gavin dear... I've given my body to you. To anyone you've asked me to. I've fucked complete strangers to bring them into the Hive. I've enslaved my best friend for the Hive. I've enslaved Jack. I've done everything you asked. What more can you ask of me?"

"The Hive can always ask for more," said Gavin. "Just remember, dear, you've got a two ring rider on your back. At the rate you are progressing, it will soon get its third band. They're impossible to resist. And every day they take a little more of you. Soon, your mind will be completely ours."

"I look forward to that day," said Sam, giving Gavin a passionate kiss. It went on for some time.

When Sam pulled back, she smiled. "Satisfied?"

Janice was promoted.

After Infecting a large number of people in HomePlanet Security, the Hive felt that others could carry on her work. And so, Janice was summoned to the Hive itself. Without any hesitation, Janice reported to the nearest cave and stripped off her clothes. She was totally naked, except for her lab coat. From behind she looked like she was wearing a short skirt. From the front, with the lab coat open, one could catch glimpses of her breasts and pubic hair. Her partial nudity was oddly erotic.

Janice was put to work conducting physical examinations to evaluate new members of the Hive. Long rows of men and women stood before her, completely nude, waiting to be examined. Janice looked at one man who was particularly well endowed. She cupped his penis in her hand, and the man looked down at her fearfully.

They all knew she held their fates in her hands. She could decide they would be best for breeding, in which case they might be sent to reproduce with spiders or other insects. Or she could decide that they would be better put to seducing new members of the Hive. It was the best and worst candidates who had the most to fear, though. The very best would be impregnated with duplicates who would replace them; and the worst would be given as food for the insects or the riders.

Those with two or three banded riders did not care; they were generally quite cooperative. But those with only single banded riders, or those with immature riders, were naturally quite concerned about their fates.

Janice put an organic probe in one woman's vagina for a moment. The probe turned red. Janice shook her head and pulled out the probe. She started to make a notation on a datapad, when the woman cried, "Wait!"

She was an attractive blonde, with a single banded rider. "Please," she whispered. "I want to live."

Janice said, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

The woman put a hand on Janice's waist. "I'll do anything," she whispered.

Something about the blonde's face reminded her of Sam. The blonde had rich, firm melons, even bigger than Sam's. Janice looked around. There were a roomful of subjects waiting to be examined, but they were all under control. They could wait. "Follow me."

Janice led the blonde into a private alcove. Janice hopped up on an examining table and spread her legs. Her vaginal lips spread wide as she spread her lab coat.

The blonde looked at her, a bit stunned, a bit disbelieving.

"You did say, anything, right?" Janice asked.

"Did you mean....?"

"Or we could just go back," said Janice.

The blonde, looking upset, slowly got down on her knees, and moved between Janice's spread legs. Janice was smiling from ear to ear as the blonde started to suck on her clit, just below her Hive Mark.

After that, Janice quickly saw how she could use her position to enrich herself. She was loyal to the Hive, of course; she would never betray it, nor directly disobey it. But part of her mind, enough of her mind, was still her own, and Janice had her own needs and appetites.

She started conducting more expansive examination of the female candidates, rubbing their clitorises while she stared into their eyes, or squeezing their breasts to see what kind of reaction she elicited. The most promising candidates she invited into her private alcove to discuss their future prospects.

Janice, looking at row after rows of breasts and vaginas, realized she was in heaven.

One time she encountered a mother with her adult daughter. The mother was not attractive, but the daughter, perhaps in her late teens, was a ravishing beauty. After examining them Janice regretfully decided that their hips were not wide enough for birthing. The mother must have seen her expression as she reached for her datapad because she grabbed Janice's wrist and said, "Please. I'll do anything."

Janice looked at the mother. Then she looked at the trembling daughter. "Will you do anything too?"

The daughter looked at her mother, then nodded.

"Follow me," said Janice, repressing a grin.

Eventually, of course, the Hive found out. And so one day Melinda came into the examination room with another woman, a brunette with big breasts, and announced that Janice was being replaced.

"Replaced?" said Janice.

"Yes," said Melinda, helping Janice take off her lab coat, and handing it to the brunette. "You have provided such exemplary service, that the Hive wants to give you another promotion."

"Another promotion? To what?" Janice asked.

Melinda squeezed one of Janice's breasts. "You're simply going to love it."

Meanwhile, Sam was having sex with Jack every night to try and get his rider to mature as quickly as possible. She made sure that Jack was on top so his body would exert itself the most, feeding its rider with more blood flow and muscle movements.

Sam was very honest about what she was making Jack do, but he still couldn't muster the willpower to resist. All she had to do was kiss him, or hug him, or squeeze his penis, and he would obediently begin the ritual of reproduction. He was wild for her and had to have her, whatever the consequences.

On the second night of Jack's training Sam felt incredibly pleased as Jack pounded into her. Jack knew that the immature rider on his back was only getting stronger with every exertion, with every thrust, but he couldn't help himself. He made no move to resist even as he was very much aware that his sexual energy was being used, rechanneled, to help his rider grow on his back. It just felt that good making love to Sam.

"This is wrong," said Jack, but he didn't stop thrusting, not for a moment.

"I know it's wrong," Sam smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "But it also feels so good. Do you feel your rider, getting stronger in your mind, Jack?"

"Yes," Jack whispered, as he focused on the feeling of the head of his penis rubbing against her labial lips as he plunged in and out of her.

"It's taking more and more control of you, Jack. Doesn't it feel sexy to surrender yourself, to give up control of your mind and body? Doesn't it feel good just to let it all go?" Sam said.

Jack looked into her dark eyes. He couldn't resist her. "Yes. It feels good... to give it up to you."

Sam felt incredibly touched. But Sam, the other Sam, was not satisfied. "But it's not just me you're giving it up to, Jack," she said, pressing her breasts aggressively against him. She kissed him passionately. "It's the Hive, Jack. We're a package deal. This is the only way for us to be together, Jack. The only way. Through the Hive. You must love the Hive if you want me. Do you love the Hive, Jack?"

"I suppose so," said Jack, gritting his teeth, feeling a familiar tension in his penis. He was almost... he was about to... he needed to....

"You suppose what, Jack?" Sam asked, with innocent eyes.

"I love the Hive... and I love you" Jack gasped, and then he finally flooded into her, as he felt his rider pulsating on his back, finally rewarding him with a long deferred orgasm. Jack felt incredible waves of sexual pleasure emanating from his balls, and his shaft. He could feel the rider on his back stimulating his sexual organ to new heights of pleasure he had never felt before as he filled Sam with his sperm.

"Thank you Master!" Jack cried, his eyes looking upwards. "Thank you for letting me come inside her!"

Sam was stunned. Jack was thanking his master directly. He was rapidly becoming an even more obedient servant than she had been, at this stage of his indoctrination.

Jack gasped as he moved slowly now, milking out the last remnant of his orgasm now.

"That was good, wasn't it, Jack?"

Jack nodded.

"You realize your rider controls your orgasms now."

Jack nodded. "The... the master makes everything feel so good. It makes me want to serve."

"You... you want to serve the Hive, Jack?"

Jack blinked rapidly, as his rider pulsated on his back. "Yes. I think I do."

Sam patted his face as he lay on top of her, enjoying his release. Her hands gradually moved down to his back, where she felt his rider. It had a soft skin, being newborn, and it felt hot from its recent exertions. It had not only taken control of Jack's orgasm, but was making excellent progress in taking over his mind and body as well.

"Sam, I think I'm beginning to..."

"To what?"

"To enjoy serving my... my master," said Jack hesitantly.

Sam pressed her large breasts against him and kissed him passionately, relishing a warm glow on her back.

But even after having sex they weren't quite finished. After Sam had Jack exert himself to the maximum, to feed his rider with nutrients from his own body, she reached into her black bag and took out something that was coiled inside.

Jack recoiled as he heard the hiss. And then he saw it. It was a glowing green snake.

"What... what is that?" he said.

"It has no name that I know of," said Sam. "It is going to give you your Hive Mark."

"My Hive Mark?"

Sam spread her legs, and showed Jack the glowing green symbol above her clitoris. "That is my slave mark. Now that you have joined the Hive, it is time for you to have one too."

The thought of being permanently tattooed with an alien slave mark made Jack recoil with fear. "Sam... no!"

Sam reached out with a very gently feminine touch and stroked the head of his penis. "Jack, you'll look so sexy with a slave mark. It will be the same as mine."

"The same as yours?" said Jack.

Sam spread her pubic folds to show Jack her own glowing green slave mark. "Yes. You will be marked as my property."

"Your property," said Jack, trying to think clearly despite the pounding in his head.

Sam kissed him. "Agree to it, Jack." She kissed him again. "Agree to it, and we'll be together forever."

Jack considered, cocking his head. "My... my master says I have to obey."

"And what do you say, Jack?"

"I... I don't want to... but...."

"But what?"

"The Hive demands it." Jack spread his legs and pointed his penis downwards, to give the snake easier access.

The Hive demands it. Jack was beginning to listen to his rider!

Sam smiled. "I love you so much." She put the snake on the bed. She pulled Jack down, and spread his legs apart with her hands.

"Do I have to, Sam?" he asked.

"Yes, you do." Sam put her face close to his. "Kiss me." She said.

Jack knew what he was being asked to do. He looked at her beautiful green eyes, and thick red lips. Once again, he couldn't resist. He reached over and kissed her. As he did, he felt Sam grabbing him by the back of his head with both hands, so he couldn't turn his head, couldn't look.

He felt the softness of her lips, pressing against his. And then, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on the head of his penis. Jack screamed, but Sam was ready for this, and kept her mouth clamped over his. His scream turned into a sob, and then the pain ended altogether.

When Sam released him, Jack looked down. The head of his penis had a glowing alien symbol on it in a bright green box. Sam spread her legs and moved opposite him so that her symbol was next to his.

"Yours is different from mine," said Jack, looking at hers, and then back at his. She had told him they would have the same markings.

"Yours is a male slave symbol. Mine is a female slave symbol," said Sam. She gently fondled his mark with her fingertips as she looked up into her eyes. "Now we are together, Jack. Closer together than ever. The more you become the property of the Hive, the more you become my slave."

And Jack, looking into that beautiful face, felt a surge of arousal, and took her again, passionately.​