Bred

Chloe gave Marion the names of other men she was to make love to and enslave. And not just men at World Government Security. Men from all over her home town of Charlotte, North Carolina. Judges, policemen, other important people. Marion started to enjoy her work more and more. The feeling of having all different kinds of men inside of her, of having sexual contacts and experiences with so many different bodies, so many different penises, wildly excited her. She had a faint memory of thinking otherwise, of being horrified by having sex with anyone other than Paul, but while she remembered the feeling, she no longer understood it.

The feeling of being able to go up to a man, any man, and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could have her way with him, that she would produce new life which would become the master of his mind and body was such an incredibly intoxicating, powerful feeling. Marion began to experience sexual pleasure when she first laid her eyes on her latest target as her body began to anticipate what she knew what was about to happen, what

had

to happen. And it was all for the good.

Marion realized she was built to have sex. She could see it now in the mirror when she admired her naked body. Instead of being ashamed of her breasts, as she used to be, she was now proud of them. So many men had been captivated by them, complimented them, squeezed them, hugged and caressed them, that Marion felt wonderful about them. How many men had been befuddled by them? How many men had let themselves be seduced by the mere sight of them to let themselves be given a rider to take over their bodies and their minds? The faces of Marion's conquests were all just a blur to her now, but Marion felt a hard bar of satisfaction on her back and in her mind, knowing that her heavy breasts were serving the Hive.

And her vagina! Marion ran her hands over her nether lips. They were big and fleshy and covered a hole which had suddenly become a constant source of tremendous pleasure. She

loved

the sensation of feeling men exploding inside of her and emptying themselves just as their new master took control of their minds. Marion had gotten better and better at sensing when the male orgasm was about to occur and was an expert at timing it so everything occurred at just the right time.

Marion stood before her full length bathroom mirror, playing with her vaginal lips. Paul was at work and the kids were at school, so she could enjoy a little private time. Marion fingered herself without any shame as she smiled knowingly to herself. As she shoved a finger in her hole she stared down at her glowing Slave Mark, the upside down U with the dot in it.

I was made for sex. I was made for fucking,

Marion thought as she fingerfucked herself.

She turned to the side and admired her sexy profile as she fingered herself, As her rider inflated, creating a giant yellow-brown balloon on her back, Marion realized how well it went with the delicious curves of her breasts and her ass as she pleasured herself. She squeezed her ass and tits and modeled her rider proudly, watching it deflated and inflate again. It had become much larger and heavier now, having grown over parts of her shoulder blades as well as downwards. Soon it would be impossible for her to wear a bra with a horizontal strap, but Marion didn't mind. Nor did she mind the growing red rash around the edge of her rider. Her rider make her look so womanly, so sensual, so feminine. When it deflated she could admire its skeletal structure, the increasingly thick network of bones which clung to her back like large symmetrical knuckles. The thickness of it, the soft shiny surface of it, the heat of it on her back, the brilliant gold band around the edges, all of it felt

incredibly

attractive to her. Marion could no longer imagine life without it.

Marion was no longer bothered about bringing men into the Hive against their will. The entire act was now charged with sexual pleasure. She loved the seduction, the chase, the hunt, the anticipation of what was to come. She loved the looks men gave her when she

knew

they were attracted to her body. And then, when she broke down their defenses and got them undressed, she loved mounting them, and riding on their penises, feeling them deep inside her. So many men, and so many penises! Marion felt like the goddess of sex.

Marion loved the feeling of a rider bubbling up on her back, sucking out her life energies to reproduce. It made her feel so fertile, so womanly. Each time her rider split into two, she was rewarded with a tremendous jolt of sexual pleasure. It was like giving birth. Each time her rider reproduced, she felt like she was fulfilling her highest function.

Expanding the Hive.

But the best was saved for last. Her rider would reward her with a second gigantic orgasm every time she successfully brought another slave into the Hive.

The feeling of raw sexuality surging through her body, through her head and her chest and her cunt, as she watched a man cry out and grab his head as he was dragged, kicking and screaming into the Hive was a joy to behold. And then every time the process was complete, and the man's face went blank, and he proudly announced that he was now a part of the Hive, Marion would shiver, and be rewarded with a secondary sexual explosion, radiating directly from the rider on her back into her penis-filled cunt. Taking men, and bringing them in, kicking and screaming and moaning and pleading into the Hive, gave her a tremendous sense of purpose which she had never had before.

And lately ever since Marion almost made a rider for Paul during sex, she found herself daydreaming more and more about bringing him into the Hive. She fantasized about making passionate love to him, riding on his shaft, and feeling the joy of a rider splitting on her back as she created a master for the man she loved. Sometimes she pleasured herself in front of the mirror, mashing her labial lips in a tight circle as she fantasized about bringing her lover and best friend into the Hive. Marion was getting these kinds of thoughts more and more frequently, and it was harder and harder to swat them away. Marion had to keep reminding herself that she was doing all this to

protect

Paul, but increasingly it seemed more and more like an abstract thought without meaning, the reminder of another person's thoughts whose original intentions were not fully known.

She could almost hear Chloe whispering in her head.

Imagine Paul watching as you fucked another man. Imagine him approving as another man gave you the orgasm of your life!

Marion shook her head.

No!

She shouldn't want that! Why was her rider feeding her such thoughts? As she looked into the mirror she saw a second gold band starting to grow on her rider, just inside the first. Her rider was maturing and taking greater control of her mind. What was going to happen to her? What would she become?

The next startling change in her life would come the very next day.

********

Marion was being punished.

It had all started innocently enough.

After she had taken off her clothes in Chloe's foyer, Marion padded to the master bedroom and got on her hands and knees on Chloe's bed. She was submitting herself, to be used in whatever way Chloe and the Hive decided it wanted her.

"You've become so wonderfully obedient," Chloe said with admiration in her voice, as she ran her hands across Marion's body.

Marion smiled. "Thank you, Chloe. I love to serve."

"I know you do." Marion shivered as she felt Chloe caress her round ass cheeks. As Chloe fondled her sister's bare ass, she inspected the rider on Marion's back. It was much meatier now than the immature rider she had implanted several weeks ago. It was at least three inches thick, and it had grown wider as well. The outermost golden band was bright and strong; and a second, inner band, had just started to emerge. The bone structure was strong and pronounced, as strong as many double banded riders that Chloe had seen.

She's almost ready.

Chloe ran her hand lightly over her sister's ass. "Do you enjoy fucking men, and bringing them into the Hive?"

"I do, Chloe," said Marion sincerely.

"Does it feel good to fuck other men and betray Paul?" Chloe's fondle turned into a squeeze, surprising her sister.

"No!" said Marion. "I mean, yes.... yes... I... I must serve the Hive."

"That's right." As Chloe squeezed her sister's ass cheek, she seemed to be weighing, considering. "I have your next assignment ready. Someone new to be brought into the Hive."

"Who?" Marion asked.

"Ryan," said Chloe. She enjoyed the surprised look on Marion's face.

"Ryan? My son, Ryan?" Marion was startled. Since she had settled into her role in the Hive, fucking men and giving them riders, she had no longer thought that

anything

could surprise her.

"The very one," Chloe assured her, as she reached out to fondle Marion's tits, which hung down heavily beneath her. Marion had the largest areolas Chloe had ever seen.

Marion frowned and tried to remember. Hadn't she agreed to join the Hive to protect... to protect Paul and the kids? It was a faint memory, hard to recall.

She frowned, trying to think. "You... you said that if I joined the Hive that the kids would be protected."

"I did," said Chloe, fondling her sister's teat, smiling as she made it grow. "And now the situation has changed. The Hive needs Ryan."

"Why?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Chloe chuckled. "He has a young, sexually mature body. He could be used to seduce many women into the Hive. Or he could be used as a tool of fertilization, to help create the next generation of Hiveflesh. Doesn't that excite you?" Having made one teat elongated, she started working on the other.

"Yes! I mean, no, Chloe, please don't make me do this," Marion cried. "He's my son!" Her eyes were filled with pleading. "Please. I'll sleep with anyone you want. But not Ryan!"

"You have become quite the slut, haven't you?" Chloe said. She squeezed Marion's teat until she gasped. "So you'll fuck anyone I say? That's not the Marion I grew up with."

"Yes, anyone!" Marion said desperately. "Just don't take my son!"

Marion remembered playing golf with Ryan. She remembered the tight outline of his balls in his gym shorts. She remembered flirting with him, hugging him, seeing him make an erection for her. She remembered seeing him beat off to memories of her in the shower, of his ruby red penis squirting against the shower wall as he fantasized about coming inside his sexy Mom.

Ryan was so handsome, so sexy! Marion couldn't deny it. But to have intercourse with him? With her own son?

That was wrong!

"I told you she wasn't ready," said Chloe's husband Stephan dispassionately. "All we needed to do was to wait another day or two, and she'll be wet and willing."

Chloe gave her husband a dirty look. "Marion will be ready

now

. Marion dear, lie on your back and spread your legs, please."

Marion rushed to obey, lying on her back and lifting her knees as she spread her legs. She shamelessly exposed her widely spread labial lips to her sister and her husband. Above it her glowed her Slave Mark, the inverted U with a dot in it, showing her devotion to the Hive.

"Is this how you want me, Chloe?" Marion asked, wide eyed as she exposed her cunt to her sister and her husband.

Chloe smiled and nodded.

Perfect obedience.

And then the torture began.

For the next two hours, Chloe started to play with her clitoris. Slower, faster, rougher, gentler--Chloe seemed to know what to do to bring her exactly to the edge without crossing over. Marion suspected her rider helped, inhibiting her orgasm. At first it was pleasurable,

extremely

pleasurable, but then gradually pleasure turned to pain as her orgasm became increasingly deferred. The buildup of tension, the inability to get release... Marion found herself in sexual agony.

And yet Marion lay there obediently with her legs spread, letting Chloe work on her. She didn't need to be restrained, because she was a loyal servant of the Hive. Chloe smiled as she saw Marion's face, twisted with need. She would let herself be sexually manipulated and tortured as long as the Hive required it.

After more than an hour, Marion's body was glistening with sweat, with droplets forming on her dark pubic bush. Marion's legs, bent upwards and spread widely to give Chloe easier access to her clitoral folds, looked beautiful as Chloe could see the contours of her firm thigh muscles, which had only gotten stronger over the past few weeks as she had fucked countless men. Marion's thick red cunt lips were puffy and dilating, and when Chloe was done with her, they would get even thicker.

"Please, Chloe, I need to come," said Marion. "Let me come, please."

"Not yet, dear sister," said Chloe, flashing her a smile as she continued to move her finger between her sister's cunt lips.

Marion was in sexual agony. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, crying real tears. It had been close to two hours now. She was in sexual agony. She needed to come!

"You'll see dear," said Chloe. "Soon everything will be very clear to you."

"Chloe... Chloe... we're sisters," Marion cried.

"Yes," Chloe said, as she skillfully brushed Marion's ultra sensitive clit. "But soon, we'll be so much more."

Marion gave her sister a puzzled look, and felt a shiver when she saw the returning smile. "Please, Chloe, please let me come."

"Not yet," said Chloe. She continued to play with Marion's clit. It was mushy with her natural juices and stiff, stiff and ultra sensitve as it peeked out of the brown clitoral hood. Chloe always seemed to know when to stop, when Marion was skating too close to the edge, when she needed to cool off a bit. It was almost as if her rider was in communication with Marion's.

And then Chloe abruptly pulled her hand away.

"Please, Chloe, don't stop!" Marion cried.

"You want me to continue?" Chloe asked.

"Yes!" Marion cried, her face and hair drenched with sweat.

"Beg me," said Chloe.

"Please! Let me come!" Marion cried She thought of using her own hand to get herself off, but her rider whispered something inaudible to her and she quickly abandoned the idea.

"No," said Chloe. "Beg me to continue the torture. Beg me to continue to keep you on the edge!"

"Chloe-"

"Beg!"

"Please!" Marion cried. She needed it so badly. She felt like she would explode without Chloe's touch. "Keep torturing me, Chloe! Keep me skating on the edge! But don't stop touching me!"

Chloe smiled broadly and put her fingers on Marion's clit once again. She smiled up at her bearded husband Stephan. "You see? We are making progress." She turned back to Marion.

Between her legs, Chloe had the most incredible view. The thick, dark, curly pubic bush which framed her hot, pink, thickly engorged nether lips so wonderfully made Marion look so womanly, so sexually mature. Now that Marion was on the brink of orgasm, her labial lips were dilated, spreading outwards so artistically like a flower, revealing her clitoris, hot and pink and stiff and in vivid contrast to her wrinkled brown clitoral hood. Just above it was her green glowing Hive Stamp, indicating the fate she had agreed to accept for herself. The upside down U symbol with the dot in it symbolized the Hive's ownership over her sexuality and her fertility.

Marion's overstimulated clitoris stuck out proudly from her clitoral hood, so badly stimulated that any direct touch on the tip would cause instant release... if her rider permitted it. Chloe carefully limited herself to light, glancing touches to her clitoral hood, avoiding her clitoris entirely. Marion had been so badly stimulated for the past two hours that anything else would cause her to climax.

"Now Marion, you are going to bring Ryan into the Hive, aren't you?"

"Please, Chloe, not Ryan!" Marion cried. Somehow despite her sexual torture she still had the capacity to resist. "I'll bring anyone, anyone you want into the Hive."

"Yes, you will," Chloe agreed. "And right now the Hive wants you to bring Ryan into the Hive. He's 18 years old and has a fine body which would serve the Hive well, wouldn't it?" She diddled Marion's brown clitoral hood a bit more, indirectly fondling the clit inside of it. "Wouldn't it?"

"Yes!" Marion gasped. "But please, not my son. I'll... I'll give you anyone. I'll give you Paul!"

"Paul!" Chloe stiffened and flashed Stephan a knowing look. "You would bring Paul into the Hive?"

"Yes! Yes, if you want him," Marion cried.

Chloe diddled her sister more insistently. "You would make love to your husband, riding on top of him, making a new master from your own flesh to govern his mind?"

"Yes!" Marion cried.

"You would watch eagerly as his rider took control of him, as he was trained to be nothing more than a tool of the Hive, just like you?"

"Yes!" Marion repeated. "Only please, let me come! I need to come, Chloe!" She sobbed hysterically.

But Chloe simply smiled and continued to play with Marion's mushy, sweat soaked clitoral hood. Whenever Marion thrusted upwards, to push her clit against Chloe's hand, Chloe would pull back.

"Why are you doing this?" Marion cried.

"It's Ryan we want, Marion. Not Paul. We'll take Paul, but we also want Ryan. You'll give us Paul, but we'll also take Ryan."

"No!" Marion cried.

"Yes," said Chloe. "You've been flirting with him, haven't you?"

"Yes!"

"You've been turning him on, haven't you?"

"Yes!" Marion cried. "I... I saw...."

"What? What did you see?"

"We had an exciting game of golf together. Ryan... Ryan pleasured himself afterwards in the shower," Marion gasped. Her face was covered in perspiration. She looked so sexy.

Chloe gave Stephan a triumphant look. "He wants you. He wants you as much as you want him. It would be so easy to bring him into the Hive, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," said Marion. "Yes, but he's my son!"

"You've been fantasizing about it, haven't you? Daydreaming about it, thinking about it!"

"Yes!" Marion sobbed. "But it's wrong!"

Chloe smiled. "Imagine seducing your son. Imagine the hardon growing in his pants as he breathes his first whiff of life giving pheromones."

"No, Chloe!" said Marion.

"Imagine rubbing his penis through his pants and giving him his first kiss. The first kiss that will boldly announce a promise of much more."

"Chloe!" Suddenly Marion felt something. Her rider was getting hot, very hot. She could feel it starting to bubble up on her back. But it didn't feel like a reproduction. It felt like... felt like...

something else.

"Chloe, please, I need to come!" Marion cried. Her legs were still spread wide. Her vaginal lips were red and glistening. Her head rocked back and forth as Chloe stimulated her clitoral hood. Her body was drenched with sweat.

"Imagine you going into his room and showing him your naked body for the very first time. Imagine you seducing and corrupting him with your heavy tits and sexy cunt!" said Chloe, as she continued to rub her clitoral hood.

Marion groaned with pleasure.

"Imagine undressing your very own son and stroking his penis for the very first time," said Chloe.

"Ooooh," Marion moaned. She could feel her rider bubbling up strongly now on her back. Chloe was getting her so excited and that was translating into

something

happening to her rider.

"Imagine fucking your son for the very first time. Imagine his expression of pure joy as you fuck him while making a rider bubble up on your back."

"Oooh. Ooooooh," Marion's eyes rolled upwards in her head. She felt lightheaded.

"Imagine riding your son's rigid shaft, making a master who will take control of his mind," said Chloe.