Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

The first thing Sam saw when she opened her eyes was Marion, staring down at her. Marion's face was stern, until she broke out into a smile. "I've fed off many people, Sam. But you were incredible."

Sam shuddered. No other praise had ever made her feel more proud.

Marion helped Sam to her feet. Surprisingly, Marion's hand no longer burned her. But Sam's body ached as if she had just run a marathon.

She looked at the fleshy mass. It was still, now. In front of it stood three women. Carla, Charlotte, and Abby. Except these were not the same women who had entered the room several minutes (hours?) earlier. These were Hiveflesh.

They were clearly different. The girl's bodies were firmer. Shinier. Carla's breasts had not a hint of sag. Charlotte's breasts were suddenly as large as her mother's. So were Abby's. And their eyes glowed. What's more, they no longer looked like slaves. They stood with confidence, with poise, with self-assurance.

They were Hiveflesh.

What's more, they all had fleshy phalluses protruding from their vaginas, the same ones they had been making love to mere moments (hours?) ago.

"Don't you want to say hello to your family, Sam?" Marion asked.

Sam tentatively walked over to her sister. For the first time she felt vulnerable, being completely nude. As she walked she felt her pubic hair scraping against her inner thighs. She looked into Carla's glowing eyes. "Carla?" she said, uncertainly.

Carla's face was completely blank, her eyes rolled up into her head.

"What are they?"

"They are Hiveslaves, but a special kind of Hiveflesh," said Marion. "They are under the direct control of the Hive Mind. These act as antennas of sort," she said, reaching down to wiggle the fleshy phallus which was embedded in Carla's vagina. Carla did not react at all. The three of them stood there, expressionless, in a straight row, each standing there with the fleshy phallus sticking out of their vaginas.

"Carla is really... gone?" Sam asked.

"Yes," said Marion. "But a new Carla has been born, made out of Hiveflesh. Carla, why don't you say hello to Sam?"

Carla didn't move.

"Carla?"

"Momomomomomomomom," said Carla. Her blank face, her rigid body language, and the phallus sticking out of her vagina made her look like a complete automaton.

"Oh, Carla," said Sam sadly.

"Momomomomomomom," said Carla.

"Don't feel bad," said Marion. "They have been consumed by the Hive. It's the highest calling any HiveFlesh could ask for. But now they have special talents they didn't have before. Show Sam, Carla. Show Sam what you can do."

Carla took Sam by the wrist, and pulled her down to the ground. Then Carla mounted her, aimed the fleshy rod sticking out of her vagina, and inserted it into Sam. She started thrusting, even as her blank face stared at Sam's.

The fleshy rod felt unnaturally hard and stiff and cold in her vagina, not at all bendable like a penis. Carla's face was like stone, her eyes rolled up into her head.

"Carla! Carla, can you hear me?" Sam said.

Carla said nothing, but continued to work herself in and out of Sam.

"Carla, can you hear me?" Sam cried.

"Momomomomomomom," said Carla.

"Oh, Carla," said Sam with a heavy heart. She had been responsible for this. She had caused this all the moment she had brought Carla into the Hive.

"Momomomomom," Carla said again. Marion laughed in the background.

Sam was horrified. There was no way she could be aroused by this phallus inside her or this zombie on top of her.

And yet, she was. She felt her heavy rider pulsating on her back. Its tendrils were deep in her mind. What her rider thought, she thought. Suddenly, Sam because aroused. It hadn't been five minutes since Marion had given her a mind blowing orgasm, her vagina was sore, and yet... she was aroused again.

"Momomomomom," said Carla blankly.

"Momomomomom," said Sam.

"Momomomomom," said Carla.

"Momomomom Mamoomisham! Mamoomisham!" said Sam, to Marion's caustic laughter.

Suddenly the white rod in her vagina rubbed her wonderfully, insistently. It felt so good! It just had to rub that spot... yes, that spot, just like that, like that... Ooooh! Sam's body stiffened and she cried out as she felt an explosion radiating outwards from her cunt.

When it was done, Carla dismounted and allowed Sam to get up.

Marion smiled at her. "How was that, dear?"

"Wonderful," said Sam.

"And you, Carla?" Marion asked mockingly.

"Momomomomom. Mamoomisham."

"Very good," said Marion. She put one arm around Sam's shoulder, and with the other started to play with Sam's clit.

"You're happy for your sister and nieces, aren't you, Sam?"

"Yes, Great One," Sam said.

"You really enjoyed seeing them converted, didn't you?"

"Yes, Great One," Sam breathed.

"Then kiss me."

Sam turned and grabbed Marion and gave her a passionate kiss, running her hand through her hair and back and pressing her tightly against her. Somehow, Sam didn't feel the burning so much this time.

When she pulled back, Marion smiled almost appreciatively. "You've come a long way, Sam. The Hive is very pleased by your total submission." She cast a glance at the heavy, triple banded rider on Sam's back. They had near total control of Sam now. Sam was almost ready for her most important task.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Sam, smiling as Marion squeezed her ass.

"Go now," said Marion, enjoying the feeling of her body as they hugged one last time. "The Hive will have need of you again soon."

"I can't wait," said Sam.

She gave Marion a fantastic kiss as she left. Marion's lips were cold again, but Sam's heart was full of joy.

"Wasn't that great?" Sam said, grinning at herself in the rearview mirror as she drove home.

It was the middle of the night, and it was as if a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, Sam could feel again.

"I loved it when Michael got the spider in his head. Did you enjoy his screams?" Sam said.

"No, it was awful," said Sam, recoiling at the memory.

"And didn't Carla and the girls look really hot when the Hive Mind drained their brains?"

"No, it was terrible!" said Sam, feeling terribly upset.

"Sam," said Sam. She looked at herself in the driver's mirror. "You got very sexually excited while your sister and nieces were being drained. You had the greatest orgasm ever, didn't you?"

"I... I did... but I didn't!" said Sam

"Didn't you?" Sam asked. "I appear to be talking to you, but this is all just one big illusion. There aren't two of us, only one. You were the one who brought them into the Hive. You were the one who seduced and fucked your sister, and your sister's husband, and arranged for your sister to fuck her own children and bring them into the Hive. You were the one to get sexually excited when Michael's brain got wiped clean, and you were the one who had the most tremendous orgasm while your family was being wiped by the Hive Mind. Face it, it was all you, and you loved it!"

"No!" said Sam cried.

"That's all that's left of the original you. A pathetic voice. The tiny bit of your original self which disclaims responsibility for what the other 99 percent does. Well, that doesn't matter. Soon even that tiny one percent will be snuffed out. Then I won't have to listen to that whiny voice," said Sam, grinning from ear to ear. "You're almost completely gone, Sam. I can feel the very last bit of you, draining away."

Jack got a frantic knock on his door at three o'clock in the morning. He opened it. It was Sam.

She was shaking, and her eyes were filled with tears.

She ran into his arms, still crying.

It took only a short time to get the complete story from her.

"They made me convert my own sister and nieces," said Sam. "They made me convert them, and then they made me bring them in to be slaughtered. And I laughed. And then I fucked Marion and had the biggest orgasm of my life as my family was absorbed, as they fucked phalluses and their brains were wiped clean and they were turned into automatons!" Suddenly, Sam was in a rage.

"You... had sex with Marion?" Ironically, of everything she had done, that seemed to surprise Jack most of all.

Sam nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It wasn't you, Sam," said Jack.

"Wasn't it?" she yelled. "Why didn't I fight it, Jack? Tell me why?"

"Because you couldn't. You have this giant pancake on your back, remember?" said Jack.

She returned to his arms, crying. "But why didn't I even try? Jack, I didn't even try," she said, her face full of pain.

Jack held her in his arms.

"And she made me say such terrible things. And I felt them, Jack. At the time, I felt wonderful that my family was being consumed." Sam licked her lips. "When... when I saw Carla, and Charlotte, fucking those white phalluses under those bright green lights, when I saw them having their brains drained away, I felt so sexually aroused. I got so much pleasure out of their pain!"

"And how do you feel now?" said Jack.

"Terrible!" Sam cried.

"Then that tells you the truth of it," said Jack sternly. "You're being manipulated."

"Why?" Sam cried. "They don't need my approval to take my family."

"I don't know what their plan is," said Jack. "Maybe... maybe the Hive wants to convince you that you wanted it. Maybe that was the point of the whole exercise."

"That's what scares me," she said, and she looked so beautiful to Jack in that moment, with tears streaming down her cheeks, and her blonde hair so perfectly framing her face and green eyes. "It scares me because I think that maybe I did want it! If I didn't, I would have fought against it!" She started to cry again.

Jack held her in his arms. Two slaves of the Hive, each with giant, mature pulsating riders on their backs, embraced each other. That's all they were permitted to do.​