Bred By The Hive Ch 41

Bred by the Hive Chapter 41

By Gary LM Martin

Major Samantha Arden of the United Survey Service is a senior official in HomePlanet Security and is a very skilled ESPer, which makes her a prime target for the Hive. She has a strained marriage with her husband Gavin and is secretly in love with her superior officer, Colonel Jack Sullivan. All that changes as Sam gets taken by the Hive.

Sam went to work in a daze. All she could think about was the rider on her back. She thought it would be obvious to everyone. But it wasn't. Everyone treated her completely normally. She didn't feel any different.

Jack smiled at her over lunch. She felt the urge to talk to him about what was happening to her. She knew she couldn't. She tried to talk to him about the time she had been taken over by the vampires, to see if he would get the hint. But he didn't.

"The vampires. Ah, yes. You look much better without the fangs, I must say."

"Yes sir," said Sam, her heart sinking. He was her closest male friend, and even he couldn't see the difference in her.

That evening when she got home, there was a new routine in store for Sam. After dinner she followed Gavin to the bedroom. He took off his clothes, and gestured for Sam to do the same.

"What is this?" she asked, as he instructed her to sit next to him, back to back.

"It's called communing," said Gavin. "You will simply love it." He tilted his body back until his rider just barely touched Sam's.

Sam suddenly took a deep breath. "Momomomomom," she said.

" Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom!" said Gavin, his eyes glazed.

"Momomomom Mamoonishom. Momomomomomomomomom," said Sam.

They sat there like that, half hypnotized, as their bodies experienced continuous orgasms. Sam dreamed of large colonies of riders, flapping around and reproducing. But she also dreamed of Gavin, making love to her in that dominant male style she was beginning to enjoy so much. Her nipples got hard. She got wet between the legs. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

When Sam's mind cleared, she looked at a chrono. Two hours had passed! She was full of sweat, and she felt like she had run a marathon. She turned to see Gavin in a similar condition.

"That was communing," said Gavin, taking hold of her hand.

"What purpose does it serve?" Sam asked.

"It increases the bond between the host and the rider," said Gavin. "It also helps the rider mature."

"Mature?"

"So it can take better control of you," said Gavin.

Sam paused. She didn't know if she liked that.

"But that's not the only way for a rider to mature more quickly," said Gavin, rolling on top of her.

"It isn't?" said Sam.

"No," said Gavin, rubbing his large penis against her clitoris. "You could also run a three mile hike."

"One option," Sam gasped, trying not to smile as Gavin stimulated her clitoris.

"Or you can make love to me," he said, rubbing his head against her clit more insistently.

"I think I like option B better," said Sam, wrapping her arms around him.

"I thought you would," said Gavin, choosing that moment to penetrate her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened like the letter "o" as he entered her.

Gavin started thrusting into her in cool, easy strokes. Sam enjoyed every minute of it. But before long Gavin flipped her, so that she was on top.

"You must be the one to make the most exertions," he said. "To maximize blood flow. To nourish your rider."

Sam nodded. She was so caught up in the sex act that she was no longer thinking whether or not she wanted her rider to take more control of her. She was just living in the moment. She reached down and in one smooth motion mounted him. Then she started riding up and down.

Gavin relished in the sight of her large C cup breasts bouncing up and down, as Sam, with pure lust in her eyes, smiled as she made love to him. Every downward thrust, every gasp of exertion, every stretch of her muscle, made her a little more a member of the Hive Mind.

"This is wrong," said Sam, suddenly realizing what she was doing. She was eagerly participating in her own enslavement, helping the Hive take greater control of her own mind.

"But you love it, don't you?" said Gavin. "What are you, Sam?"

"I am HiveFlesh," said Sam automatically, as she rode up and down on his penis.

"What is your purpose?"

"I am to reproduce and spread the Hive," said Sam automatically.

"Do you feel your blood flowing, Sam? Do you feel your lungs aching, your muscles stretching? It's all helping your rider to grow, to control you," said Gavin.

When Gavin said the word "control" Sam felt a sexual wave course through her body.

"You want that, Sam, don't you? To be controlled?"

"Yes," Sam gasped, feeling another orgasmic wave.

"You get aroused, thinking of it, the idea of having your body, your sex, controlled by the Hive."

"Yes!" she gasped again. It was all so wrong, but it all felt so good!

"We're going to control you, Sam. We're going to take your body and make you fuck and breed and do whatever we want, and you're going to love every minute of it."

Sam threw her head back, and cried out, as the most overwhelming orgasm of her life coursed through her body. Her orgasm triggered Gavin's, and he exploded into her seconds later.

When it was done, Sam collapsed, exhausted. Gavin whispered in her ear. "We will do this every night until your rider matures."

"And afterwards?" said Sam.

"You will become a slave, and love being taken and used however the Hive wants," Gavin promised.

Sam felt a chill emanating from her vagina and shuddered mightily.

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For the next four days they fell into a routine. First they had dinner, then they flirted with each other outrageously, and then Gavin led Sam into the bedroom. They took off their clothes and communed, usually for an hour or so, and then they had wild and passionate sex. Sam knew what was being done to her, but she enjoyed it so much, that she simply couldn't resist.

As they worked on strengthening her rider, Gavin encouraged her to say things that would strengthen her conditioning.

"You are part of the Hive, aren't you, Sam?"

Sam, riding on Gavin's penis, nodded.

"Say it," said Gavin.

"I am part of the Hive," said Sam. She felt a chill go through her body. It felt so good.

"You want your mind controlled, don't you?" Gavin said.

Sam shook her head.

"But it feels so good to say it, doesn't it?" Gavin asked. "Just say it, Sam, and you'll feel really good."

Sam continued to ride up and down. She shook her head. But suddenly she felt her rider pulsate on her back, and her vagina was burning with need. But as she rode on Gavin's penis, she couldn't get any satisfaction.

"Say it, and you'll feel really good."

"I... I want my mind controlled," said Sam. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked, feeling in her vagina came back to life with a vengeance. Sam groaned with pleasure.

"You want to be enslaved by the Hive, don't you, Sam?"

"Yes," said Sam. "Aaaaah!" she exclaimed, throwing her head upwards.

Thus began her intensive conditioning.

********

The next day, after communing, Gavin took off his clothes. So did Sam. She knew what was coming next.

She stared at his large, erect penis. "I know what you're doing," she said.

"You do?" said Gavin.

"You're getting me to say things, to brainwash me," said Sam. "Well, it's not going to work." She stared at his erect organ. As her rider pulsated, she realized she needed it so badly.

"It won't?" Gavin said, with a smug smile.

"No," said Sam. "You can get me to say things, but I will never actually do anything to help the Hive."

"That's good to know, Sam," said Gavin. He lay down on the bed on his back. His penis stood straight up in the air. "Now get on my penis and start riding it, Sam."

"Gavin-"

"Do it, Sam."

Sam couldn't resist. She straddled Gavin and willingly impaled herself on him. Then she started moving up and down on it.

"Now, why did you do that, Sam?" Gavin asked.

Sam didn't answer. She was focused on the wonderful feeling of being penetrated. As she moved up and down, her body started to exert itself. She broke out into a sweat. Her blood pumped more rapidly. Her muscles flexed. Her rider on her back sucked it all up, growing stronger and wider.

"Why, Sam?"

Sam didn't answer. She was focused on her task, obediently exerting herself to the maximum.

"You know that having sex on top makes your rider stronger. And by making it stronger, you help it control you better. And yet you voluntarily did it. Don't you want your rider to control you?"

Sam felt the tendrils in her brain, pushing, whispering, convincing. Everything she did felt good, so very good.

"Yes," she whispered, her body sleek with sweat as her breasts bounced up and down

"Then say it," said Gavin. "Say you want to be controlled."

"I... I want to be controlled," said Sam. She groaned as her nipples exploded with pleasure.

"You want your rider to be stronger, so it can control your mind." Gavin paused, waiting. "Say it, Sam!"

"I..." Sam wrestled with herself. It felt too good. She couldn't help but give in. "I want my rider to control me. I want to make it stronger, so it can control my mind."

She felt shame at saying such a thing. Saying that was tantamount to surrendering herself. But it felt so good, she just couldn't help herself. Even as she said it, she felt the heat of the rider on her back. She felt it pulsating.

"Do you feel it, Sam?" Gavin asked insistently. "Do you feel it, in your mind?"

"Yes," she whispered, as she continued to ride him. Sam felt its tendrils, in her mind, shaping her, changing her mind, changing who she was. Soon she would become the perfect slave, completely unrecognizable to her former self. And the process, while horrifying her, also felt so tremendously good, in her groin, in her breasts, and all over her body.

After several days of reinforcement and the slow but certain rewiring of her brain, Sam found herself leaning over Gavin, her breasts hanging over his chest, staring into his eyes, repeating whatever he said.

"Why do you want to be controlled, Sam?" Gavin asked.

He had never asked that question in that particular way before. But the answer appeared in Sam's mind. All she had to do was say it.

"I... I love the idea of being changed," she said, as she rotated her hips around Gavin's raging hardon. She felt it moving inside of her. It aroused her beyond imagination. "I love the idea of having my mind taken over." Every time she read a line of the internal script, Sam felt a burst of pleasure in her vagina, in her clitoris, and her nipples. "My mind, my body... my cunt. I want to be conditioned, conditioned to be a slave.... Not just any slave, but the perfect slave. Perfectly obedient. Perfectly willing to do anything the Hive desires."

Sam blushed. Had she really just said that? It seemed to come out of her.

Gavin looked up at her. Sam's areolas were screaming red, stretched tight over her engorged breasts and huge. Her titties were long and stiff and pointed towards him. She looked so sexy, rotating her slick young body over his penis, her breasts dripping with sweat, as she begged to be enslaved by the Hive.

Sam could sense her orgasm approaching. It hovered, tantalizingly, just beyond reach. All she had to do was say a little more of what was appearing in her head. "I want my rider to control me," she whispered. "To use me, however it wants. All I want is to obey, Gavin." Her orgasm was there, almost in reach. All she had to do was- "Please, Gavin, help them change me! Make me part of the Hive! I'll do anything, anything!" Suddenly her eyes grew wide and she cried out. Every muscle in her body grew stiff as sexual explosions went off in her vagina, which was still impaled on Gavin's penis. Her orgasm was so intense that she collapsed, her heavy breasts pressing against Gavin's chest as she enjoyed the aftermath.

Afterwards, when she came down from her high, she felt Gavin playing with her clit. Suddenly she started to get stimulated again.

"Sam?" he asked.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Did you mean it?" he said.

"Mean what?" Sam asked. She felt his fingertips on her clit, stimulating, touching, probing.

"Everything you said. Do you want to be controlled by your rider?"

Sam took a deep breath. It was one thing to say it in the height of extreme sexual need. It was another to say it now, when she wasn't under such pressure to commit. Somehow, she felt she couldn't say no; not to Gavin. "I... I don't know. Kind of, maybe."

"Good girl," said Gavin, petting his exhausted wife. "Such a good girl." He gently rolled off her and looked at her back.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Checking your rider," said Gavin.

"How is it?" Sam asked anxiously.

"It's getting bigger. Thicker," said Gavin. He gave a wicked grin. "Does that make you feel good?"

"I... I don't know," said Sam.

"Soon everything will be clear to you," said Gavin, patting her on the head.

********

The next day, Sam looked at Gavin, lying confidently on his back in bed, his penis sticking up. Sam knew what would happen if she went and inserted his penis into her. She would be trained a little more, brainwashed a little more. Enslaved a little more. She shouldn't do it.

Sam looked at Gavin's erection, and a flood of sexual need knocked all the other thoughts out of her head. She climbed onto the bed and reached down between her legs and touched his penis, and idly touched the lines of it for a moment; and then, without any further hesitation, she worked the tip of it into the opening between her legs

As Sam again rode on Gavin's organ, the conditioning resumed as he encouraged her to say new phrases. This time Sam obeyed more quickly, with less hesitation... and for the first time, with visible enthusiasm.

"It feels good to have my rider inside my mind," said Sam brightly, giving a giant grin. Once again she was leaning forward, her arms raised in the pushup position as her magnificent breasts hung above Gavin's chest. Having sex in this position caused more stress on her arm muscles, making her exert herself more, which helped her rider to grow faster. The rider pulsated more rapidly during sex, soaking up Sam's energy at an accelerated rate.

It also gave Gavin an incredible view. Instead of moving up and down, Sam was moving forward and backwards. With every movement her heavy breasts, which were pointed straight down, moved forwards and backwards.

"I can feel it changing me, Gavin," Sam said, with a touch of panic in her voice. Her sweat covered body grinded her vagina around his impaling shaft. "I can feel the heat of it on my back, Gavin. I can feel it in my head, changing me. Changing my mind. Remolding me. Making me into better Hiveflesh." She gasped as she continued to exert herself, to better nourish her rider and give it the energy it needed to grow. Every time she rubbed herself against the rod buried deep inside of her she was helping her new master just a little bit more.

"It's making you better, improving you," said Gavin.

"Yes," said Sam, after a pause.

"Would you like to be filled with Hive cum, Sam?" Gavin asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yes," Sam said without hesitation, as she continued to ride his shaft.

"You will," Gavin promised. "Part of being a slave is expanding the Hive. You will be used by the Hive to grow its numbers. You will be impregnated with Hive creatures."

"No," said Sam, suddenly realizing the implications of what she had said. But she didn't stop moving back and forth on his penis, not for a minute.

"Yes, you will," said Gavin, smiling as he felt himself getting harder inside her.

Sam thought rapidly. She was Protected, but maybe that wouldn't apply to alien sperm. She suddenly realized she had had sex with Gavin all this time, not even thinking about-

"Sam, you want to have a baby, don't you?" said Gavin, in a hypnotic voice.

Sam did. But her job had kept her so busy, and she and Gavin never decided that the time was right-

"You can have a baby, Sam," said Gavin. "The Hive's baby."

Sam felt her vagina swell with sexual anxiety. She needed to climax, right now. She tried to move more rapidly on Gavin's penis, but that didn't help. She felt the heat of her rider on her back. She felt it growing stronger in her mind every day, every time she had sex with Gavin. It was doing something to her, blocking her, preventing her from coming. But she needed it so badly.

"You can, Sam," said Gavin. "All you have to do is say it. Say you want to be used by the Hive."

It was irresistible. Her vagina, her clitoris, all were engorged with sweet tension. "I... want to be used by the Hive. Ooooh!" Sam was rewarded by a surge of pleasure in her vagina.

"You want to be impregnated with Hive creatures, so you can be fruitful and multiply," said Gavin. "Think of being impregnated with a Hive egg. Think of an alien growing big and round inside of you, nourishing itself with your own body, growing big and strong until the day you give birth to it, a new form of life which will help displace humanity."

His words were terrible to Sam's ears, but at the very same time they were driving her to sexual ecstasy, with no signs of release. 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.

"Please," said Sam, with a pleading tone. "I need to come." She was sweating bullets; it was dripping off her breasts, onto Gavin's chest. With one hand she wiped the sweat off her brow, which was dripping into her eyes. Her blonde brown pubic hair was sopping wet with perspiration, and shined in the bedroom lights.

"Say it!"

"I... I want to be impregnated by the Hive. I... I want to be fruitful and multiply." Sam gasped as she felt a tremendous wave of pleasure in her vagina. She was almost on the verge of coming. She felt words appear in her head.

"Say it!"

"I... I want my vagina, my uterus... to be changed." She shut her eyes for a moment. She was so ashamed.

"In what way?" Gavin demanded.

Sam's body was trembling with need as she rode up and down on Gavin's penis. She needed to come so badly! Her clitoris and vagina were burning on fire, aching for release. But her rider wouldn't let her, not until it was satisfied that it had gotten everything it wanted.

"I... want my... uterus changed so that I can make Hive babies," said Sam, half sobbing. ""I want my reproductive system to be twisted, hijacked, so the Hive can do whatever it wants with it," she said, as she ground her inner muscles on his hardness as deeply as she could. Her areolas were red and burning; her clitoris felt like it was about to explode. And yet, she still couldn't get release!

Sam broke entirely. She sobbed, crying aloud, saying whatever thoughts were put into her head. "I want to give birth to Hive creatures, which will take over the Earth and enslave humanity! Take me, Gavin! Fill me, use me, breed me! Ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Sam screamed as she impaled herself on Gavin's hard bar of manhood one last time. Her head instinctively jerked upwards. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. Her shoulders tensed up, and her breasts thrust out, and Sam took a mighty breath as she experienced one of the strongest orgasms of her life. And then she fell to the bed unconscious for several minutes. Even as she napped, her rider pulsated strongly on her back, digesting all the energy it had received into new muscle mass to help it expand.

Sam slowly awoke to see Gavin smiling at her. She smiled back. "Did I..."

"A wonderful performance," said Gavin. "The Hive is pleased."

Sam blushed. She slowly got up and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She saw at the rider pulsating on her back. Suddenly she realized that maybe having a rider wasn't so bad. It had given her sexual pleasure, night after night. It actually looked kind of attractive, a sexy, fleshy hump between her shoulder blades.