Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Survey Service Major Samantha Arden was jumpy. She never slept in the same place twice. She always paid with temporary credit vouchers. She didn't know who to trust. She had no allies left in the Survey Service or HomePlanet Security. The only one she knew who was still alive was Jack, and his rider would turn him against her in an instant.

She was in a hotel in Springfield, Missouri. She didn't have the faintest idea of a plan. She had spent the last three weeks on the run, feeling tremendous grief, for all the terrible things she had done. All the people she had allowed to die or be altered or enslaved. Her parents. Her sister, her brother in law, her niece, Janice, Jack... the list went on.

She stared at her face in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight. Her eyes were bloodshot. She was barely sleeping two hours a night, if even that, and her dreams were filled with nightmares, nightmares where she fucked Jack while he turned into an Insect, or nightmares of Jack fucking her while she turned into one, nightmares of duplicates chasing and killing her, or nightmares of giving birth to monsters in the night who strangled her in her sleep.

She couldn't forgive herself for everything she had done. She had betrayed the Survey Service. She had turned Janice, her best friend, into a Hive Slave, which in turn had destroyed her mind. And then there was Jack. She had turned the man she loved more than anyone else into the world into a Hive Slave, and helped them gain so much control over him that he cheerfully participated in inseminating her with Hive monsters. She winced as she remembered Jack, filling her with alien sperm, groaning with sexual pleasure as he talked about the joys of being controlled; the joys of being used, manipulated, as a slave of the Hive.

And worst of all, Sam had willingly participated in the enslavement and death of her own family members.

Sam would never be able to sleep well again.

Sam got out of bed, feeling very tired, as she always did. She sat down on the toilet and spread her asshole. Her mind was so raw she could barely think. She squeezed down, but before anything could come out of her, something went into her. Her eyes widened.

"Samantha," said Sam.

Sam didn't know how to respond.

"Samantha, can you hear me?" said Sam.

"Aura?" said Sam, uncertainly.

"Yes, it's me," said Sam.

"Aura, how did you find me?"

"Quite simply," said Sam. "James said that every human action can be expressed and predicted as an unbalanced equation, if you simply know what variables to apply-"

"Never mind that. You're saying James sent you to find me?"

"Yes."

"Take me to him."

James was living in an obscure cottage in Strasbourg, France. Sam traveled there, on the lookout for anyone following here. She allowed Princess Aura to ride inside of her, after Aura promised not to control her, and to also allow her to excrete solid waste so she wouldn't get constipated. But Aura made her go through a series of extra loops to get to Professor Monroe, traveling through Bonn and Innsbruck and Milan first, just to make sure that they weren't being followed.

"Ah, Samantha," said the Professor, sipping a glass of wine at his desk, working on several datapads simultaneously. "How are you?"

"I suspect you know the answer to that question."

"Of course. Why else would I have sent for you?" he said. His eyes blazed with intelligence. "Is she clean?"

"Yes," said Aura, through Sam. "There is no trace of the parasite left in her."

Sam blinked. "How do you know who said that?"

"Because I do," said James. "Do you still want to defeat the parasites? Or, should I ask, do you once again want to defeat them?"

"Yes," said Sam immediately. "Have you devised a method to destroy them?"

James sighed. "Nothing comprehensive. There is still my theory about jamming their organic wavelengths. I already obtained the frequencies for the small insects and the riders from your HomePlanet security database, but we are still lacking the frequencies for their spiders and their humanoid forms."

"What about the Hive Minds?"

"They are isolated and cannot move. Once we eradicate the rest, we can eliminate them at our leisure."

Sam thought. "I think I did see the frequency for the spiders, once upon a time... but Gavin caught me at it. He caught me, and he... he did something to my memory."

"Did he?" said James. "Come and sit by me, my dear, and let us talk about it."

Sam sat down next to him.

"Now, tell me all you remember," said James.

Sam started to talk, but she couldn't hear the words she was saying, and soon everything was a blur. All that she could see was James' bright eyes, shining on her.

And then time seemed to skip a beat, and suddenly, she heard herself saying "4429 submegahertz."

"Thank you, my dear," said James.

"But I thought... I thought they had erased my memory."

"No, they just jumbled it up a bit," said James. "Well, that gives us what we need for the black spiders. Now all we need is a reading from a humanoid Hive creature."

"Well, there's another me floating around," said Sam. "I could go up to her and ask her to stand still while I scan her."

"I have a better idea," said James. "Why don't we arrange for your other self to be taken into custody, and then scan her?"

Sam gave a bitter laugh. "The Survey Service and HomePlanet security are in the hands of the Hive Mind. I saw to that."

"Think, Sam, think. Is there anyone else you know who might be able to help us? Anyone at all?"

Sam tried to think. It would have to be someone not in the Survey Service, or at least not in it recently... she lifted her head abruptly. "Maybe... Jeff Ward." She paused. "He was a Commander in the Survey Service, when I was a lieutenant. But then he transferred out of the Service and joined the World Army. He works on the general staff for the World Government... I think in Switzerland."

"Would he be able to get your other self detained?"

"Maybe not, but he almost certainly has the ear of a general who could," said Sam. "If he hasn't already been taken over. If he has, I'll be walking into a trap."

"There are no longer any riskless possibilities for us to consider, Samantha," said James.

Sam nodded, realizing he was right.

Colonel Jeffrey Ward worked on the Command Staff of the World Government out of Meiringen, Switzerland. Meiringen used to be a picturesque mountain town nestled in the mountains of south central Switzerland. Then the World Government arrived and constructed giant office buildings everywhere.

Sam contacted him. He seemed to be normal over holo, but Sam's ESPer skills couldn't scan him for alien influence over such a distance. She insisted she needed to see him but was vague about her reasons. To her relief, he agreed to meet.

Reichenbach Falls was more well known in literature than in real life. It was the place where Sherlock Holmes and his arch rival, Professor James Moriarty fought each other and both fell to their deaths. Ward suggested that they meet at the scenic lookout above the Falls, just outside of Meiringen, and Sam readily agreed. An outdoor meeting space would leave fewer opportunities for an ambush, if this were a trap.

Sam arrived dressed in street clothes. She had shed her Survey Service uniform immediately upon fleeing. It was evening and dusk was settling in. She looked around at the empty picnic tables but saw no one. She walked over to the edge and looked down at the falls. The water was rushing downwards with a roar, at a brisk pace.

"Invigorating, isn't it?"

Sam almost jumped out of her skin at hearing her own voice. She whirled, drawing the blaster hidden beneath her coat, and saw her duplicate, also wearing dark street clothes, very similar to hers, in fact. They were of such similar minds that they even dressed alike, Sam reflected. The other Sam leaned over and smelled the air. "We always loved the smell of the air around waterfalls, didn't we Sam?" she asked. She smiled. "Come. Sit down. We have a lot to talk about." She went and sat down at a picnic table.

Sam looked around. She saw no one else. Frowning, she sat down opposite her counterpart, her grip still firm on her weapon.

"You probably thought you were clever, quite clever, contacting Jeff, didn't you?" the other Sam said. "But you forget, Sam, I know everything you know. When you escaped, all I had to ask myself was, what would I do if I were you? And then I realized I was you, and that made it all the easier. To get to the point, Colonel Ward will not be joining us tonight, Samantha," she said.

The other Sam gave her an appraising look. "Did you know that the Hive Mind was originally invented as a weapon? A doomsday weapon, never to be used. But like most doomsday weapons, it was used, all right," said the other Sam. "The first problem with using the Hive Mind as a weapon is that it was indiscriminate. It gobbled up everyone. The second problem is that it became self aware. Once it established itself, it fought to survive, for its own benefit. This weapon spread to become the dominant form of life in Dimension 43," said the other Sam. "A dimension which we shall very soon be getting access to."

"You're a disease."

"We are the next stage of evolution. Very much like your friend James Monroe," said the other Sam. She smiled when she got a reaction. "Remember Sam, I am you. I know what you're going to think before you think it. You lured me here, thinking you would let me trap you, but in reality, you brought me here so you could scan my organic wavelength," said the other Sam. "Remember, I have your memories. All of them. So now we're supposed to have a quiet talk, and I'm supposed to let you leave, none the wiser, now that the hand scanner in your pocket--the one I wasn't supposed to notice, right?--has scanned my organic frequency. But there are just a few problems with your plan. No, don't get up, Sam, I haven't gotten to the best part yet," she said sharply.

Sam, looking around and still seeing no one, sat back down, still gripping her blaster.

"Good girl. So obedient. If I didn't know better, I'd say you still have a rider on you," said the other Sam. She smiled at Sam's obvious discomfort. "So where was I? Ah, yes, the problem with your plan. Well, there are least two. First of all, you need the frequency of all four kinds of Hive life, and you don't have the one for the spiders. Oh, you used to, but it's gone, remember that? And the other problem, is that you're never going to be able to walk away from this table unless I let you."

Sam tensed up.

"You're probably thinking that now is the time to call your allies, James and the little shit you've been hanging around with. I'm sure they're here somewhere," said the other Sam. "You may think they could overpower me. Maybe James could... or maybe he couldn't. But what he couldn't overpower would be an entire company of Survey Service soldiers, Sam. Soldiers that you indirectly helped bring over to our side, I might add." The other Sam held up a flashlight and a comm. "Unless I comm them or give the all clear signal, they will come here and take you to our local cave. It's not as charming as the one in McLean, but I think you will find it functionally to your liking."

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"For you to come back with me. Of your own accord."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're beaten, Sam. You've always been beaten. But more importantly, this is your life. You love it. You want to rejoin the Hive."

"Really?" said Sam, giving her counterpart a mocking smile.

"Really," said the other Sam. "After Gavin gave you his first worm, you couldn't wait to get your next one. I remember your vagina dripping with anticipation as he put the second one on your back. I remember you burning with desire as you begged for your third one. I remember how much pleasure you had in communing. We thought it was better than sex, didn't we, Sam?"

"Yes, we did," said Sam.

"Everything you did for us, you did for love. You helped us subvert the Survey Service because you loved the Hive. You gave us your best friend and your precious Jack because you loved us even more. You gave your own family over to be consumed by us, because in your mind, you loved the Hive above all else. Remember the passionate lovemaking you had with Gavin, after he Infected you? Remember the hot sex you had with Marion in the cave, while we devoured your parents? Remember how you and Jack eagerly cooperated to modify your own bodies to give birth to us? It's all because you wanted it. We never could have achieved a fraction of the success we had with you if you hadn't wanted it all along."

"That's what you've been telling me for months," said Sam. "That's how you control people. By convincing them they can't fight you. By convincing them they want it."

"I shouldn't have to convince you, Sam. As I keep reminding you, we share the same memories. But maybe another point of view will be more convincing." The other Sam snapped her fingers lazily, and Jack came out from behind the souvenir shop, dressed in a crisp Survey Service uniform.

"Jack," Sam smiled, half getting up.

"Sam," said Jack, and she instinctively almost let him hug her, until she pulled back at the last moment.

"I should have expected that," said Jack, sitting down next to the other Sam at the picnic table. "You've scared her half out her wits, haven't you?"

"I'm trying to make some progress," said the other Sam. "But she's not being reasonable."

"Reasonable?" said Sam. "Do you expect me to cheerfully put on a rider and rejoin the ranks of slavery?"

"Did you tell her our offer?" Jack asked.

"I thought it would be better received from you," said the other Sam.

"What offer?" Sam asked.

"We want you back, Sam," said Jack. He winced. "I want you back. The Hive will give you a full pardon. We can be together. We can have children."

"Children? What kind of children can we have, Jack, with your altered penis and my bioformed vagina?" Sam scoffed.

"They can change us back," said Jack.

Sam looked incredulous.

"They showed me. I've seen them do it," said Jack. "They'll permit us to retire from the field. We can have children, real children."

"And what about riders, Jack?" Sam asked.

"We will.. have to wear riders," said Jack. "But it's a small price to pay. Just think, Sam. Didn't we have some of our best sex through communing?"

Both Sams smiled. "Yes," said Sam. She remembered sitting back to back with him, her breasts and vagina feeling waves of orgasms for hours and hours.

"We can have that feeling again," said Jack, "All you have to do is come in with me." He extended his hand. "Just lower the blaster, and take my hand, Sam."

Sam looked at Jack, uncertainty written all over her.

"Lower the blaster, Sam, and take my hand," Jack repeated. He looked so handsome, especially in his full dress uniform.

Sam wavered, but didn't lower her weapon.

"Momomomomom," said Jack.

Sam looked startled.

"Momomomomom," he said again.

Sam no longer had a rider, but her brain had been conditioned, long and hard, to associate that sound with sexual pleasure. She felt her nipples instantly get hard, and her vagina started to lubricate furiously.

"Momomomomom," Jack repeated.

"Momomomomom," said Sam, her grip on her blaster starting to waver.

"Momomomomom," Jack said again.

"Momomomomom," said Sam. Her eyelids starting to droop, and her blaster hand opened.

Jack moved to grab her blaster, but at that moment, something surged inside of Sam, and she pulled back. Jack roared and lunged at her, and Sam instinctively opened fire, blasting a smoking hole in Jack's chest.

Jack fell against her, knocking her backwards, and as she scrambled to get up, the other Sam kicked the blaster from her hands. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way," she sighed, giving Sam her trademark Sam look.

The other Sam grabbed Sam by the shoulders and started to push her to the ledge. The falls roared below.

"Do you know why I chose these falls as a meeting spot?" said the other Sam, as she pushed Sam back, foot by foot. "It's because it's the spot where Professor Moriarty defeated Sherlock Holmes, sending him plunging to his death."

"Not quite right, my dear," said Sam, struggling against her. "It's the place where both of them fell to their death. It's an even trade I'd be more than willing to make with you!" And then Sam pushed the other Sam back, with more strength than a normal human being should have, and the other Sam realized for the first time that she had underestimated her original self. That little shit friend of hers wasn't just lurking somewhere nearby; she was closer. Much closer.

Sam and her counterpart fell to the ground, on the edge of the falls, rolling over and over. Both had hate and death etched into their faces, both determined to see the very end of the other. Sam screamed and the other Sam screamed and they both yelled and scratched and bit into an ear and bit into a cheek and kicked and punched and clawed into a shoulder and a stomach and rolled and rolled as they tried to kill each other with the power of mur*er in their eyes.

"Die, bitch, die!" one of them yelled.

"You first, you fucking cunt!" the other yelled back.

And they fought and hurt each other and yelled some more, and then they came to the edge and one rolled over and screamed... and was gone.

Major Samantha Arden stood up, brushing herself off. She ached all over. She was full of bruises and cuts and deep scratches in her shoulder and a very nasty bite mark on her cheek. She saw a flashlight on the ground. She painfully climbed to the top of the bank, and turned it on and off, slowly, three times on, three times off, giving the universal Survey Service code for all clear.​