Miles was on his way to report to the examination chamber when he practically bumped into Sally. She had been running and looking behind her and didn't see him.
"Hey," said Miles, grabbing her by the arms. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Miles!" said Sally, her eyes lighting up. "You have to help me!"
"Help you?" said Miles.
"They're after me," said Sally, looking behind her. "They want me to take a rider!"
Now that the experiment was over, Sally had been reassigned for other duties. There was no longer any reason for her not to take a rider. She had been supposed to report to the absorption chamber to get a rider, but instead, she had fled.
"A rider?" said Miles.
"They... they want me to have sex with some strange man who will put a rider on my back," said Sally. "I don't want to have sex with a stranger, Miles!"
"You had sex with me," said Miles.
"Yes," said Sally. She rubbed a hand over his hairy chest. "But... I got to know you, Miles. I got to
like
you. You're with the Hive, but you're different. You're not cold or cruel or callous. You don't simply treat me like a vagina to be filled. See?"
A red headed woman flanked by two Harem Guards entered the chamber.
"Please, Miles, don't let them take me!" Sally cried, grabbing onto him.
"There you are," said the red headed woman. "You've led us on quite a chase, you naughty girl."
"Miles!" Sally hugged him tightly. She was trembling.
The pretty redhead smiled. "Miles, is it? I've heard a lot about you. Melinda says you're one of our very best inseminators."
"Thank you," said Miles. He found he was still capable of blushing.
"My name is Heather. Thank you for finding our wayward sheep for us," she said. Heather gestured roughly, and the two Harem Guards came forward and took Sally by the arms.
"Hold on a moment," said Miles.
Heather looked surprised.
"She is to be brought into the Hive?" Miles asked.
"Yes, we are taking her to the absorption chamber now."
"No," said Miles.
"No?" said Heather, looking confused and amused.
Miles thought quickly. "I mean, that's not necessary. I... I'll bring her into the Hive."
"I have no orders for that," said Heather.
"They're Melinda's orders," said Miles, biting his lip.
Heather just stared at him.
"You can check with her, if you don't believe me," Miles said with a straight face.
Heather thought a moment and then nodded. "I'll leave you to it, then." She turned and left, taking the guards with her.
Sally turned to Miles. "Miles! Will you get in trouble for that?"
"Probably," said Miles. He looked at her. "You realize I haven't saved you. You still have to join the Hive."
"I know," said Sally. "But... if I have to do it, I want you to be the one to do it to me." She had the most pretty green eyes, Miles realized.
"Are you... are you ready?" Mile asked hesitantly.
Sally kissed him, and then hugged him tightly. "Now I am," she whispered in his ear.
Miles gently lay her down on the ground. Sally knew what was expected of her, and she spread her legs. She looked terribly scared, even more than she had the first day Miles had impregnated her. Miles slowly entered her and Sally gasped, as if it were the first time.
"I've never done this before," Miles warned her.
"Never had sex?" said Sally, smiling despite the tenseness.
"Never given someone a rider," said Miles. "I've seen others do it, but I'm not quite sure how it is to be done."
"Look, Miles," Sally whispered. "They didn't leave!"
Miles looked up. He saw Heather, with her arms crossed, staring skeptically from the entrance to the chamber. She was flanked by a pair of Hive Guards.
She was waiting to see if Miles gave Sally a rider. If he couldn't or wouldn't do it, she would be taken.
"Miles, I won't let them take me! You have to do it!" Sally whispered fiercely.
"I'm trying," said Miles. He plunged fiercely into her vagina. He knew it took a lot of energy for a rider to reproduce. But nothing seemed to be happening.
"Please, Miles, I want you to give me a rider so badly," Sally whispered.
"You want it? You really want it?" Miles asked, as he moved against her strongly.
Sally looked terribly conflicted. "Yes," She finally whispered. "If I have to have a rider, I want it to be one you make specially for me, Miles, a part of you. I want your rider hot on my back and heavy in my mind." Her eyes sparkled.
Her words inflamed him and made his penis tighten painfully. Miles gasped, and suddenly felt his rider starting to bubble on his back.
"It's working," Miles said joyously. He started to thrust with more confidence now, more manliness, as he felt his rider expanding on his back. He worked the muscles in his ass especially vigorously as his rider sucked energy from him. "I'm doing it, Sally. I'm making a rider, just for you!"
Sally kissed him furiously. "Thank you, Miles! I love you so much!"
"I love you too," Miles found himself gasping. He felt his rider starting to split. "Ahhhhhhh."
"What is it, Miles?"
"It... it feels incredible," said Miles. "It's like... every cell in my body is being flooded with joy." He gasped again as the line down the middle of his rider grew more pronounced and long. His ass cheeks clenched and tightened.
"It sounds wonderful," said Sally.
"It is wonderful," said Miles. "Ahhhhhhhh." Suddenly he felt a stream of liquid course down his back. It flowed into his ass crack and settled into his asshole. As it did, Miles felt waves of sexual pleasure as his rider finished splitting on his back. If it always felt like this, Miles wouldn't mind helping his rider reproduce every day. The new, baby rider started to move, while Mile's single banded rider, somewhat smaller now, reasserted its place between his shoulder blades, taking up less space and revealing a reddish rash. "All right, it's done," he gasped. "It's... it's coming for you now."
Sally saw the baby rider starting to crawl over his shoulder and suddenly began to have second thoughts about it.
"Miles, will it feel different once I take a rider?"
"A little," Miles admitted. The rider started to crawl down his upper arm, towards her. Sally's eyes grew rider.
"Will it change me? Will I stop loving my daughter Joanna?"
"No, you'll still love her," Miles assured her.
"Like you love your wife and children?" Sally asked.
"Just like that," Miles assured her, as his still rigid penis continued to move in and out of her. Truthfully, though, he had been thinking less and less about Keiko and Robert. His mind was more and more progressively filled with thoughts of the Hive.
Sally eyed the rider moving down his lower arm. She only had seconds left. "Will I still be me? I mean, some people become wooden, but others seem to stay the same, nice and kind, just like you."
"Don't worry. You won't change a bit," Miles promised. "The only change is that you'll want to serve the Hive. You'll need to serve it."
Sally, clearly panicking, opened her mouth yet again, but whatever she was about to say was too late. The newborn rider jumped from Mile's hand to her back. She stiffened and immediately cried out. "Miles! I feel something in my mind!"
"I know," said Miles.
"Miles, I'm scared!" she cried.
Miles pressed his lips against hers, muffling her protests. Sally struggled in his strong arms for a moment. The feeling of this naked, large breasted woman struggling against him even as he was penetrating her was incredible. Her flesh felt alive and vivid. And then Sally suddenly slumped against him and relaxed.
Miles smiled and pulled back. "There. Feeling better now?"
Sally nodded. .
"How do you feel?"
Sally blinked and took stock of herself. "I... I am Hiveflesh."
"Yes, you are," said Miles.
He helped Sally to her feet, to the sound of applause. They were both standing on firm ground when Heather entered the chamber with her Harem Guards. "Ah, there you are. Congratulations, my dear, and welcome to the Hive." She gave Sally a firm hug; Sally hugged her tentatively back.
"Thank you for helping us with Sally, Miles," said Heather.
"It was my pleasure," said Miles.
"And now Sally must report to training."
"Training?" said Sally.
"You will be taught how to use your body to serve the Hive," said Heather.
Sally gripped Miles' hand.
"No," said Miles.
"No? No again, Miles?" said Heather, looking amused.
"No, I mean, I'm supposed to train her. To bring her rider to maturation," said Miles.
"Are these more of Melinda's orders, Miles?" Heather asked, with a little smile.
"Yes," said Miles.
Heather bit her lip and stared at them for a long moment. Then she slowly nodded. "Very well, Miles. I'll leave you to it." She turned and left.
"Miles, what have you done for me now?" Sally asked.
"Listen," said Miles. "You're going to have to give your body to the Hive. You're going to have to have sex with other men. There's no choice in that."
"But Miles, I'm not ready for that," said Sally.
"I know," said Miles. "You just got your rider a minute ago. What do you expect? It's still immature. But once we bring your rider to maturation, you won't mind having sex with anyone. You'll even want to."
"You... you would do that for me, Miles?"
Miles nodded.
"Oh, thank you!" She hugged him tightly.
********
Over the course of the following week Miles found time to copulate with Sally at least twice a day. He worried that she might be taken for training when he wasn't around but the trainers seemed to know the orders regarding her. Miles made sure that Sally was on top, riding up and down on his penis, making the maximum exertion so her rider would mature as quickly as possible. Sally gasped and sweated bullets and loved every minute of it.
"It feels different being on top," Sally grinned, as she wiped sweat from her brow. "Like I'm in charge."
"You're the boss," Miles grinned. He would say whatever it took to help Sally's rider mature and take control of her mind. He was enjoying the process thoroughly. He loved watching Sally's heavy breasts bounce up and down as she moved on his shaft.
Miles' rider told him that there was another component of Sally's training. It fed him key phrases to have her repeat back to him.
"You want to serve the Hive."
