The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter One

Doctor Gillian Haverstock opened her cabin door. She was immediately hit by the smell of young pussy.

A young woman was at that moment reaching up onto the top bunk, trying to push a small luggage case onto the bed.

She turned around as Gillian entered the cabin and closed the door.

“So, you’re my roommate?” she smiled, “I’m Liz Taylor.”

“Like the actress?”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Though I never saw any of her films.” She smiled. “You’re the doctor?”

“Doctor Gillian Haverstock,” Gillian said, “Call me Gillian,” she added, offering her hand.

“The Kiwi?”

“Yes, I’m originally from New Zealand,” Gillian said as she peeled off her dress, “But I spent ten years in Sydney. Before coming to Hawaii, that is.”

Liz was surprised to see that Gillian wore no panties and was clean-shaven. She wore no bra either, though her breasts were large. They were remarkably firm. Liz wondered if Gillian had implants.

She blushed at staring. She turned back around and tried to push the case further back onto her bed.

Gillian locked the cabin door. She inhaled deeply the smells of Liz’s pussy. It was exhilarating. She loved cunt. She couldn’t the last time she had had a man. If she ever did, she certainly couldn’t imagine she’d have enjoyed him.

She squatted down and began birthing a parasite. The slug plopped quickly out of her birthing canal and onto the floor.

Liz turned around just as Gillian went at her.

“What the fuck!?” Liz gasped.

Gillian knocked her back onto the lower bunk. Gillian spun around quickly and backed her wet hips down over Liz’s face. At the same time, she tore at Liz’s panties and pushed the parasite into Liz’s pussy.

Liz’s cry was muffled by Gillian’s thighs wrapping around her head. Liz punched wildly at Gillian’s sides with the ball of her fist in an effort to get her assailant off of her.

And then it was over. Calmness.

Gillian pulled herself up off Liz as she sensed the young woman’s submission.

“How do you feel?” Gillian asked.

“I… I feel wonderful,” Liz sighed. She had never known such tranquility before. Her mind was at peace. “It’s like so calming,” she gasped “I…? Why did we ever fight this?” she gasped as she sat up.

“I don’t know,” Gillian smiled as she took the time to pull up Liz’s shirt.

“You are so beautiful,” Liz sighed.

“So are you,” Gillian drooled as she gazed at Liz’s petite figure. She had a flat chest, but it didn’t matter. Gillian loved her all the same.

“Let’s fuck,” Gillian said as she straddled Liz’s thighs.

They kissed as the ship’s engines churned… They were now underway.

Chapter Two

Liz sighed as she played with her clit. It had already increased in size two-fold.

“Is it always this big?” she gasped.

“Yes,” Gillian said, and she opened her legs to show her own micro-erection.

“How long before I can start giving birth?” she asked as Gillian dressed.

“In a day or two,” Gillian said. “Just be patient, your Master will start you ovulating soon. And then he’ll impregnate you with dozens of babies.”

“I can’t wait to infect other women,” Liz smiled as she strummed her engorged clit.

“We have to be careful, methodical,” Gillian said.

“Well, you just raped me right away,” Liz laughed.

“You were too good an opportunity to let ,” Gillian said. “The moment I came in here and smelled your pussy, I felt one of my babies yearning to come out.”

There was a knock on the door. Liz sat up and threw a sheet across her lap as Gillian unlocked it.

“Yes?” Gillian said. She grabbed her dress from the clothes hook on the back of the door.

“Are you the doctor?” a young man asked.

“Yes,” Gillian said.

“Can you go to the infirmary?”

“What now?”

“Yes, there’s been an accident.”

‘Already?” she gasped, looking back at Liz, who smiled weakly.

“Yes, okay,” Gillian said as she closed the door a little and threw on her dress. She grabbed her medical bag. She gave Liz a wink and followed the man, trying not to breathe in his stench.

A young crewman had already had an accident and had slipped and sprained his ankle.

Gillian bit her lips as she touched him. The feel of his flesh made her blanche.

Still, she bandaged his sprain and sent him on his way. She was as professional as she could be. She rushed over to a porthole and opened it and took in a deep gulp of salty sea air. It was better than smelling a man.

She was the only doctor on board the SS Moro. The ship, a cargo vessel, was one of five ships (two warships) on their way south to Sydney.

At present, they were sailing south-south-west towards Kolonia, in Micronesia.

The waters east of China were the safest since the Chinese had a naval victory off the Spratly Islands only a month before. The Chinese had also heavily bombed the Philippines using a nerve agent. They began systematically wiping out all the human life there… Because most of it was infected women. If there were any left uninfected or any men, then it was too bad for their Chinese calculations.

Gillian spent a short while on deck looking at the ships around them and thinking of all the women she would soon be recruiting once back in her home port.

Liz worked in the galley. She itched a little as her pubic hair fell out. She also stayed professional, though she was largely surrounded by men. She dreamed of sprinkling rat poison into their lunch and watching them all die. She hated men. She forgot completely about her two brothers back in Hawaii. Had she thought of them, she would have surely also fantasized about killing them too. Men were vermin.

It was with some relief that evening when she returned to her cabin to find Gillian waiting for her.

They fucked for hours.

They slept in each other’s arms, covered in each other’s scent.

Chapter Three

Gillian was called upon to visit another ship for a medical emergency. She questioned why their doctor couldn’t attend, till she found out it was their doctor who had taken ill… Dr Helen Wakefield had self-diagnosed a ruptured appendix. She required help immediately.

A breeches buoy was set up between the SS Moro and the USNS Supply (a re-commissioned supply ship).

Gillian showed neither excitement nor anguish as she was hauled from one ship to the other. People just thought she was stoic.

She was met by Ensign (O-1) Patricia Wannabe, a nurse.

Gillian could smell Pat’s pussy and knew she was not infected.

Gillian followed Pat to the infirmary. She greeted Helen, who lay there waiting and examined her. Gillian agreed with the diagnosis and informed the captain that she would be prepping for an immediate operation.

Pat had assisted in operations before. She prepared in an adjacent room. What surprised her was the sudden sharp sting of a needle and a sudden loss of consciousness as Gillian put her under.

Gillian opened up her thighs and laid a parasite. She pulled Pat’s pants and ripped her pink panties aside and pushed her parasite into Pat’s pink lips. Gillian smiled as she watched her baby burrow in between Pat’s pink lips.

When Pat was taken, she immediately recovered from the anesthesia. It, like many other things, affected the infected differently, or not at all.

Gillian proceeded with the operation and then laid another parasite when she was done. Pat took it and guided it between Helen’s thighs and watched as the baby buried itself in Helen’s bushy slit.

Moments later, Helen woke as her changed bodily chemistry was no longer affected by the aesthetic. And in fact, as Gillian checked, her surgical wound was already visibly healing too.

The Captain was surprised to hear his ship’s surgeon was already recovering. But he didn’t know enough about medicine to realize that this was drastically abnormal.

Gillian then visited two female patients in the infirmary and, with her sister’s help, infected them as well with her babies.

It was a satisfied woman who returned to her ship. She’d managed to infect five women, and the trip wasn’t halfway through.

That night, her lovemaking with Liz was robust and lasted hours.

Gillian played with Liz’s engorged clitoris and remarked it was like a micro-penis. Her own was just as big and just as sensitive.

Sex with a woman, a sister, was simply the best.

They ended up sitting opposite each other in their cramped cabin, watching the other play with themselves.

“Wow!” Liz gasped as she came. She shot a clear fluid onto Gillian.

Gillian squirted on her too.

It was a revelation to Liz, she did not know women could do that.

“You’re so beautiful!” Liz sighed as she crawled back over the floor. They kissed.

“Oh my god!” Liz gasped as Gillian squeezed her boobs milk leaked out.

“I can lactate too!” Liz laughed.

Gillian milked her lover, shooting a stream into her open, hungry mouth before her lips pressed around Liz and she suckled from her directly.

Liz’s only regret is that they couldn’t be more open about their lust for each other, and so, all hot and sticky, they had to stagger their visit to the showers.

Chapter Four

Liz suggested that they try to convert the only other woman on board, Meilin Chen, the wife of the ship’s captain, Yìchén Chen.

Gillian made an excuse to call upon Meilin, and she sniffed her out, finding that she was still fertile and could host Masters, but as soon as she got herself in a position to strike, her husband returned and demanded that Meilin go to the galley. He was a demanding husband, and he wanted steamed dumplings, the way she made them. At once!

Gillian had to hold fire. For the time being. Meilin would have to remain with the terrible burden of freedom.

Back in Hawaii, Wilma arranged with her daughter to visit the principal of Stephanie’s High School.

Sinag Villanueva, a diminutive woman originally from Davao City in the Philippines, agreed to the meeting but only because she had found her assistant Beth Booth had penciled it into her engagement book.

Beth was already Hive. Beth sat uncomfortably behind her desk when Wilma and Stephanie arrived that afternoon.

Semen leaked out of her ass. Wilma and her daughter could smell it. They said nothing. They felt only pity that Beth had to sacrifice her ass to her husband.

Remarkably, Harry Booth had only just left her.

He had turned up from work, begging for a “Nooner” as he put it, and she relented, departing with him into the Janitor’s Closet for a quickie.

She put up with it for the sake of the Hive. But one day, all that will change. When the men could be exterminated, Beth wouldn’t have to degrade herself to a man. When her body would no longer be stained by their stench. That day would come.

She smiled at the thought of cutting Stephen’s throat. She imagined doing it slowly, too.

She looked out the window at Stephen’s truck. He was an electrician, and he was currently doing work on-site, putting in extra lighting around the gym.

Beth pressed the intercom and announced the arrival of Sinag’s two o’clock appointment.

Sinag opened her office door for them and as soon as she did, Wilma shoved her inside, knocking her to the floor, and Stephanie followed quickly in as well.

Beth got up from her desk and went and stood by the outer office door as Sinag cried out for help. Beth’s clit throbbed at the idea of Sinag being attacked and brought into the fold. She wanted to play with herself, and it took some self-control to simply stay on alert at the door.

Sinag was bundled to the floor. Stephanie squatted as her mom held Sinag down.

Stephanie squirted out a baby and then tore at Sinag’s slacks with the help of her mom.

“Delicious!” Stephanie gasped as she got a whiff of feminine scent, and it made her drool as she tore at Sinag’s panties.

Sinag struggled to move, but Wilma held her down.

“Shh, baby!” Wilma cooed as her hand pressed over Sinag’s mouth to both pin her head in place and stifle any more cries of protest.

Jasmine Claymore, the art teacher, came up to the outer office door, and Beth barred the way.

“Can I help you?” Beth asked.

“Can I see Sinag?” Jasmine asked.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but… I need to see her now…”

“Can I perhaps help?”

“No… It’s about that electrician she hired…”

“Who? Harry?” Beth gasped. Surprised her husband would be mentioned.

“I don’t know his name,” Jasmine growled… “Do you know what he just suggested?”

“No? What?”

“He suggested I clean his cock…,” she cried.

“What?”

“He said he got… I don’t really want to say it…”

“Please… We’re all adults here…”

“He said he got shit on his cock and he wanted to know if I’d clean it for him…”

“Really?” Beth asked. She wasn’t shocked that her husband said such things to another woman. She wasn’t jealous. She didn’t care about him in the slightest. But she did see an opportunity to recruit Jasmine. She listened to the end of the struggle from the main office.

She stepped out of Jasmine’s way.

“Is everything okay?” Sinag asked as she came out of her office. She tried adjusting her pants and her shirt, hanging it out and over the front to hide the tear in her slacks.

“I need to see you, please. Urgently,” Jasmine said.

“Sure, come on in,” Sinag smiled and stepped back into her office, holding the door open.

She gave a signal to Wilma and Stephanie, and when Jasmine entered, the two women leapt on Jasmine and tackled her to the ground.

Stephanie had another parasite birth, and Wilma held her down as Stephanie methodically tore at the woman’s pants.

Beth couldn’t help herself now, and she started to strum her love bud as she heard Jasmine’s muffled cries.

Sinag stood in the doorway, grinning as she watched Jasmine.

Jasmine struggled, but the women were strong. They were each stronger than any man. There was no chance for Jasmine.

She cried as they tore at her pants, exposing her sex.

“Hold her, Mom!” Stephanie said as she took her freshly laid baby and pushed it against Jasmine’s slit.

The creature, sensing the scent of its nest, pushed into Jasmine. It squirmed up into her, and immediately, small hair-like fibers burst from it and pierced the uterine wall. Instantly, it connected with her nervous system and her circulatory system (from which it would draw nourishment).

“Be still,” it said to her, sending an impulse through her nervous system.

Jasmine’s whole body relaxed.

“You are Hive,” it said to her.

“Yes,” she gasped, and she realized she was. She sighed. It felt good to know she had a baby inside her, feeding from her. She would shelter it, protect it, love it. Serve it.

Jasmine sat up, gasping. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Stephanie laughed as her own pussy dripped a clear fluid from giving birth to two babies.

“It’s the best,” Jasmine smiled, “I’ve never felt so good before.”

“I want to fuck you all so bad,” Sinag chimed.

“We have to be patient,” Wilma said. “This is not the time or place to enjoy true love.”

Sinag understood.

“I’d like you all to lick me out, you too, Beth…,” Sinag said, looking at her assistant by the main door, “I’d like you to come by my house, we can fuck there.”

“I’d love that,” Jasmine said.

“Me too,” Stephanie said. “What do you think, Mom?”

“I have a late shift, but you go ahead,” Wilma said.

“We’ll have so much fun,” Sinag said as she anticipated having a group of women to have sex with.

Chapter Five

Doctor Gillian Haverstock stepped down the gangway at Garden Island, Sydney.

There were several naval vessels moored there. Two container ships were ing by in opposite directions.

“Welcome to Free Sydney,” the official greeted her.

Around the site armed men and women stood ready to protect this place against any intrusion.

Doctor Gillian Haverstock had all the right paperwork, and she ed through the checkpoints, a Trojan Horse, carrying the parasites that would doom this place.

“Gillian!” came a cry.

“Rose!” Gillian smiled as she saw her sister waving to her.

They ran to each other and embraced.

Gillian pulled back a moment. She smelled it on her sister’s breath. Man stench.

“Gary’s just parking the car,” Rose said of her husband. Rose and Gary Windeyer had been married for quite some time. It was clear that Rose had just sucked her husband’s cock recently. The smell of come on her breath wrinkled Gillian’s nose.

“Is anything the matter?” Rose asked.

“No,” Gillian lied.

“Here, let me help you,” Rose said as she picked up one of her sister’s bags.

Gary stood next to his car on Wylde St in conversation with a police officer.

He had parked illegally.

He tried to explain he had only done so because they were picking up his sister-in-law.

The arrival of Gillian with her bags made the officer relent and let them go with a warning. After all, they were going to depart right away.

“So, how was Free Hawaii?” Gary asked, “Meet any nice young men?”

“I…I’m feeling a little sea-sick,” Gillian lied, “Do you mind if I just close my eyes?”

“Um… but…,” Gary began.

“No, you go ahead!” Rose said, nudging her husband to drop it.

He shrugged and Rose turned around “You alright?” she asked.

Gillian nodded, closed her eyes and leaned against the car door.

Rose was a little concerned, but she left it alone. After all, her sister was a doctor and would know if she was sick or well.

They drove south through the suburbs to Maroubra, where the couple lived.

Gillian kept her eyes closed the whole time. She shifted a little as she felt her master inseminating another clutch of her eggs.

She smiled to herself at the thought of laying these parasites and watching them infect others.

She was surprised by the reception at Maroubra.

Her friends Gayle Winter and Kylie Hammond were there. Her mother Anne and dad Roger, her cousin Jacinta Allan and her husband Barry.

They all greeted Gillian as soon as she got in the door.

“Welcome home, honey,” Roger said, embracing her. She held her breath so as not to inhale the close-in stench of her father. She hated him as she hated all men.

Her parents had flown in from New Zealand just to see her.

She shook hands, kissed cheeks, hugged, and so on. All pretense, as she had to play a role.

She found her bags already on her bed in the spare room. She had a room upstairs, with a bathroom between it and the master bedroom. Her sister was going to let her stay until she could get a place of her own.

Gillian stood by the window and gazed out towards the beach. She sighed. Her clit throbbed, and she stroked it as she gazed at the various women lying on the sands or frolicking in the waters.

All that pussy to infect. She sighed. Then she heard the faint moaning of her sister. Gillian tried to shut it out.

At that moment, Rose was lying on her back, her husband pumping her. Rose moaned appreciatively. She still enjoyed her husband’s attention.

Gillian couldn’t understand why any woman would allow that… that thing inside of them.

About ten minutes later, she heard Roger walk by and then down the stairs. He was going out.

Gillian went to Rose’s room.

She knocked and went in.

“Hey!” Rose gasped as she still lay spreadeagled on her bed, She sat up and grabbed a sheet and pulled it over her lap.

Gillian could smell sperm and knew there was a full condom in the waste basket beside the bed.

She gagged.

“Anything the matter?” Rose asked.

“I want to help you,” Gillian said as she moved forward.

“Help me?”

“Yes, I want to help free you… from freedom.” Gillian said as she climbed onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Rose asked.

Gillian grabbed her sister and pushed her back on the bed. She pushed her hand down over Rose’s mouth.

Rose struggled to breathe. Gillian held her firm till finally Rose ed out.

Gillian backed off the bed. She reached under her dress and squeezed a parasite out of the pussy. She pulled the sheet off, exposing her sister’s sex. She smiled. Rose had a little runway left of pubic hair.

Gillian kissed her baby and then set it down between her sister’s splayed legs.

She quickly went over to the door, just in case.

The parasite squirmed and nuzzled in between Rose’s labia. It wormed its way into her, burrowing between her soft, wet, pink, fleshy folds.

Moments later, Rose took a deep breath and sat up.

“How do you feel?” Gillian asked.

“It’s amazing!” Rose gasped, “I… I feel… wonderful.”

Gillian peeled off her dress. “I want to fuck you so bad,” she smiled as she went back to the bed.

“Yesss,” Rose sighed as she lay back.

Chapter Six

“Couldn’t we just kill him?” Rose asked as she gently caressed Gillian’s breasts.

“No, we can’t call attention to ourselves,” Gillian said, “You’re going to have to fuck him like normal.”

“Err,” Rose shivered. The idea of having a man inside her repulsed her.

“When can I start having my own babies?” Rose asked.

“It won’t take that long,” Gillian said, “I was ovulating within a day of conversion,” she added, “And as soon as that happened, my Master began fertilizing my eggs.”

“They are the superior life-form,” Rose said.

“They are,” Gillian said,” They will rule this planet, as they deserve.”

Meanwhile, another medico, Dr Helen Wakefield, sat in an interview room in a large Sydney Hospital.

There were three people behind a desk interviewing her.

“So, tell me why you resigned from your ship?” one woman asked.

“I just wanted to try working again in a big hospital,” Helen said, “I didn’t get much time to practice medicine aboard.”

They nodded.

Helen Wakefield had resigned from her ship as soon as she hit Sydney. She was full of parasites and ready to infect as many women as she could. And that wasn’t going to happen as a ship’s doctor.

She didn’t keep in with Gillian, the woman who had infected her. There was little intercommunication with Hive to minimize the chance that they would be discovered.

Helen went away from the interview with a positive mind, and they called her back that afternoon with a job offer.

She was glad.

As she hung up, she turned and looked at the woman lying semi-naked on the bed.

Helga Anders ran a bed-and-breakfast where Helen was staying.

Helga gasped a deep breath of air and sat up panting. She felt the parasite inside of her and it felt… amazing. Helen smiled having just infected her.

“I’ve got the job,” she said.

“Good,” Helga grinned, “You’ll be able to infect so many people,”

“I just have to be patient,” Helen itted, “This is all going to plan.”

“Don’t talk, come… Fuck me,” Helga sighed as she opened and closed her legs. Her pussy glistened.

Helen smiled, her engorged clit throbbed. She soon had it pressed against Helga’s willing tongue.

Sex with women was the best. It seemed so natural.

They fucked for over an hour. It was ionate and intense. And it was selfless. Being Hive meant wanting to please the other.

Chapter Seven

Rose lay on her stomach quietly taking her husband’s cock up her back hole.

She endured the degrading of her body by a man for the sake of the Hive.

In the bedroom down the hall, Gillian heard it all. She wanted to weep for her sister. She felt iration for the sacrifice for the greater good.

Gillian had, however, other things to do.

She had to go to work.

She had secured a job at a local medical Center as a general practitioner.

She strode the ten-minute walk with purpose.

Minnie Wing and Christy Hung were the two Asian Australian receptionists.

They were discussing a large battle reported in the news. The Chinese had captured Astana.

There was graphic footage of a dozen ‘pregnant’ women being mown down as they charged a single Type 99 main battle tank.

It was a futile act. Even for a hive-minded species.

Gillian hid her horror at seeing infected women die like that.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Christy said, looking up from her desk.

“Good morning,” Minnie echoed.

“Good morning,” Gillian smiled as she sized the two women up. The two were both married. Both heterosexual. Gillian would soon change that, so she hoped.

She went and knocked on the door of her colleague, Lucy Wang and let her know she was present and ready to take patients.

Lucy Wang was a lesbian who lived with her partner, Fiona Wang (no blood relation), in Earlwood. They had only been together a year. Fiona was an artist. She worked with ceramics in a workplace in the back of their property.

Gillian went to her consultation room and prepared a number of small needles.

Her first patient was a man. She did her best not to gag at his smell.

She was glad that she could wear gloves as she touched him.

Next came a young woman, Becky Baker. Becky wanted advice on contraceptives as she said she wanted to try and be more intimate with her boyfriend Thomas.

Gillian had her lie on the examination couch. She took a small needle and quickly jabbed Becky before the woman could do anything.

Becky’s whole body sank into relaxation.

Gillian went and locked her door.

She squatted and squeezed, pushing out a parasite.

She carried it over to Becky and tugged at the young woman’s jeans.

She tore Becky’s panties and parted her legs, placed her baby down against Becky’s sex.

The creature quickly pushed its way into Becky’s helpless body.

As it did, Gillian bent down and pressed her nose into Becky’s crotch and inhaled her musky feminine odour. It was delicious. She loved pussy.

As soon as the parasite was attached it began to change Becky’s body chemistry. Her eyes opened, and she blinked. The anaesthetic has no further effect. She smiled.

“Welcome, sister,” Gillian said.

“I am Hive,” Becky said.

“I know,” Gillian said as she slid a finger into Becky’s warmth. She felt a slickness and looked at her fingers. Blood.

Becky had been a virgin.

In a Hawaiian high school assembly hall, two large gas cylinders stood upright.

Sinag Villanueva stood in the middle of the hall giving last-minute directions to her crew.

Various women were taping up gaps along the windows. Some other women were busy blocking off air vents.

After several hours, everything was in place, and two teachers led over sixty high school girls into the hall.

Sinag gave a nod of acknowledgement and Stephanie began blocking up the door that they’d just come through.

Sinag called everyone to attention as Beth began opening the valves on the gas tanks.

Silently, odorless gas began to fill the hall.

Some girls closest to the cannister began to swoon. One girl clutched her head and then collapsed in a heap.

A few girls sensed something was not right.

One turned to go to the exit before the gas overwhelmed her.

One all the girls were out cold the group of women went to work.

They lay the girls out in rows and then one woman picked four girls each.

Each woman began taking down the pants of their assigned girls.

Undies were torn free and discarded.

Sinag was one. She squatted and then pushed a baby out, landing between one girl’s legs. She then crab-walked sideways till she was between the next girl’s legs, and she laid another parasite.

She wasted no time.

She did this till all four of her babies were burrowing their way into unconscious young bodies.

When she was done, she sat back and gazed at the bodies she had violated. She played with her engorged clit as the girls each began to wake.

Sinag sat in a pool of juice, as she leaked.

In less than ten minutes, all around the gym… they had all the girls infected.

Sixty new sisters.

The orgy was immense.

Sinag lay back as one of her newbies crawled over and began lapping at the flow of clear, slick drool from her hairless gash.

Chapter Eight

Lucy came home hot and bothered “Babe?” she called out as she undid the buttons on her shirt and stepped out of her shoes.

“In here,” Fiona called.

Lucy squatted, picked up her shoes and carried them with her to the bedroom. She grinned when she saw Fiona.

“I’ve got your dinner,” Fiona said as she lay spread-eagled on the bed, fingering her slit.

She did her best to hide her clit because it was now unusually large.

“You shaved?” Lucy gasped, “When did you do that?”

“Come to bed,” Fiona whimpered.

“Babe, I’m all sweaty,” Lucy said, “I need a shower.”

“Let me taste your sweaty pussy,” Fiona whimpered.

Lucy smiled and placed her shoes down neatly. She took her skirt and twisted it around to get to the buttons on the side.

She let it fall.

She undid her bra as she walked over to the bed. She noticed Fiona had a small paunch, and she had never noticed it before. She was about to say something but held her tongue because she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

She climbed onto the bed. She kissed Fiona on the lips, tasting her spit.

They embraced, and Fiona rolled them over so that she now lay atop her lover. Lucy laughed as they did.

Fiona fingered Lucy’s slit through her cotton panties till the material became damp. Lucy gasped in pleasure.

Fiona then tugged the panties down and soon had Lucy naked. She moved back up Lucy’s body with her kisses.

Fiona’s vagina opened up, and a brown parasite wormed its way out of her and flopped onto the bed.

Fiona smiled, kissing Lucy and keeping her focused on her lips.

Lucy felt something tickling her bushy lips, and at first, through Fiona was fingering her.

Then it pushed into Lucy.

Lucy’s eyes widened as she realised it was longer and thicker than any finger.

“What the…?” she began to panic, but it was already slithering up into her.

“Just relax,” Fiona purred. “Let it happen.”

“I… N-n-nnnn,” Lucy cried. Then her eyes widened. “I… I am a host.”

“Yes, yes, you are, lover,” Fiona smiled.

“Wh…?” Lucy gasped.

“Your colleague came and visited me two days ago,” Fiona smiled. “She infected me then.”

“I have to thank her,” Lucy smiled, “I…. I feel so horny…,” she added.

“Look how big my clit is!” Fiona grinned.

“Fuck.” Lucy gasped.

Fiona glided it over Lucy’s small bud. Lucy’s whole body shivered.

Fiona pushed her inch-long engorged clit into Lucy’s pussy and began humping her with it.

Lucy gasped in amazement. It was certainly not as big as any penis… But somehow it was more exciting.

Fiona ground her sex against Lucy’s.

The fucked for over an hour.

Chapter Nine

Heather Goodman stepped off the bus and, clutching her books, she skipped over to a group of girls.

Two tall black girls, Reba McIntyre and Zuri Jones, were from the basketball team. The other, Maliyah Matsumoto was on the debate squad. Maliyah was short, and standing next to the others made quite a contrast.

Only a day before, they would never have socialised.

“Welcome, sister,” Zuri said and placed her hand gently on Heather’s forearm.

Heather smiled, and she gave a friendly peck on their cheeks, each in turn.

“We were just saying,” Maliyah said, “How horny we all are now.”

“You too?” Heather smiled.

“Did you shed your hair?” Maliyah asked.

“Yeah, my pussy’s smooth as…,” Heather said.

“Have you thought about who you’re going to infect?” Zuri asked, “I’ve already got my mom and sister as my first targets.”

“I don’t have any female relatives,” Heather said with a tinge of disappointment.

“You want to come over and share with me?” Maliyah asked. “As soon as my Master fertilises me, I’m going over to my cousins and do them…”

“How many?” Reba asked.

“Four,” Maliyah said.

“Shit!” Zuri gasped.

“Can I come too?” Reba asked.

“I don’t see why not?” Maliyah smiled.

“I want to have so many babies!” Heather giggled.

“Don’t we all,” Zuri laughed. “I wish I could infect a dozen girls.”

“We…,” Maliyah began.

“Shh,” Zuri said. They all turned as male basketballers Brandon Smith, Teddy Kleiin and DeShawn Jones came over to them.

“Say, hey, girls?” Brandon began.

“What the fuck do you want?” Maliyah snarled.

Zuri turned her head to gag at the smell of the young men.

“Can’t a guy just talk with such lovely ladies?” Brandon continued and was playfully elbowed by DeShawn.

“Fuck off,” Maliyah said.

“Yeah, fuck off,” Heather said.

“Why don’t you get lost?” Reba added.

Their hostility threw the guys off, and they backed away.

“Fucking men,” Zuri gasped as she breathed in deeply.

“I can’t believe I ever let one of them soil me with his seed,” Reba said.

“It’s revolting,” Heather agreed. She’d had a guy, too. But the idea now made her shiver in disgust.

“I can’t wait to kill them all,” Zuri said.

“Me too,” Maliyah agreed.

“I want to start with my dad,” Zuri said, “I hate him. Men are scum.”

“Yeah…,” Heather agreed.

“I wish we could all fuck each other,” Zuri said as the bell rang.

They all agreed.

Chapter Ten

Heather headed into class. She nodded an acknowledgment to her teacher, Yasmin Hussain. Yasmin nodded too. Both were infected.

When Heather sat down, she felt a short tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Sarah Parnell.

“Hey?” Sarah whispered.

“What?” Heather asked.

“Have you, like… noticed anything odd?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I saw Ginger, she just split with James… “

“And?”

“I mean like they’ve been together for like forever.”

“Maybe she just… I don’t know…,” Heather said, and she leaned forward and took in a sharp breath.

She could smell Sarah’s pussy and immediately knew that Sarah was a free woman, without a Master.

“Can I show you what I found?” Heather whispered.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“It..,” she began and then looked around pensively, “I can’t tell you here… Meet me in the gym at break, okay?” Heather whispered.

“Um…?”

“I… I think I found out what’s going on…,” Heather lied, “But… Shh…” she said and turned around.

Sarah thought about this and thought it was too good an opportunity to up.

After the bell, she followed Heather out of class.

Heather signalled two sisters as they walked up the hall towards the gym.

They moved in behind Sarah, but discreetly, and kept their distance.

Maliyah Matsumoto and Jeanne Fisher paused as Sarah stopped and looked about before going into the gym.

Sarah was surprised to see Heather peeling off her dress.

Heather had perfect skin, flawless. She was clean-shaven. She looked incredibly fit, except for a small paunch.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked.

“We’re going to make you free from freedom,” Heather said,

Just then, the gym door opened behind her, and Jeanne Fisher and Maliyah Matsumoto came in.

“She’s not one of us?” Maliyah Matsumoto asked.

“No,” Heather said.

“Are you…?” Maliyah began…

“My Master has given me a baby,” Heather said as she squatted down.

“What the hell?” Sarah gasped as she watched a brown slug-like thing fall out of Heather’s body.

“My God!” Sarah cried, “It’s… No…!”

Maliyah grabbed her from behind.

“Hey!”

“Don’t struggle,” Maliyah urged.

“Please! No! Don’t do this!” Sarah cried. “Help me!” she screamed.

Jeanne turned back to the door to stand guard as Heather pulled at Sarah’s jeans.

Sarah kicked out wildly as Heather tugged her pants off.

“Please. I beg you!” Sarah cried.

Heather tore off Sarah’s panties. There was a string hanging out of her pussy, and Heather pulled it out…a tampon.

“You Master won’t mind…,” Heather said as she pushed her hand up against Sarah’s crotch.

Her baby pushed out of her hand and into Sarah’s slick slit.

“Nooooooo!” Sarah cried, her body thrashing in one last effort. And, remarkably, she broke free. She fell to the floor onto her hands and knees.

“God, no!” she cried.

And then… Peace. Her Master had made its way deep into her and was now connected to her.

“I…?” she gasped. “I am Hive,” Sarah said and got to her feet.

“Welcome, sister,” Heather said and kissed her.

“Welcome, sister,” Jeanne said from the door.

“Yes, welcome,” Maliyah added, and she had to stand on her tippy toes to kiss Sarah on the lips.

Heather handed Sarah her jeans back, and she did them up.

“Better not leave this,” Heather said, handing her her tampon back.

Sarah took it, and as they left the gym, she went to the ladies’ powder room and threw it in a disposal bin.

Epilogue

Over the next few months, more and more women in Hawaii were infected. The infection grew exponentially. They had spread to the other islands in the group.

And in Australia, already over three hundred women were carriers of the parasites.

The news continued of China’s great advances into central Asia, towards the Urals.

But behind them, while they were not looking, the infection spread in the Pacific.

But now an opportunity for one of them to go to China was on the cards.