Parasites Love Earth!

by Gary L M Martin

  "Oh, can we do my room too? Please, please, Daddy?" she asked.

  "We'll see," said Miles uneasily. He was uncomfortable having Melinda here with the kids.

  He and Caroline followed Melinda into the bedroom again, and closed the door behind them.

  "Well? Where is Ella?" he asked.

  "Safe and sound," said Melinda. "Are you ready for your next task?" Without waiting for an answer she said, "Take off your shirts, please."

  Caroline and Miles looked at each other.

  "Lovely children you have," said Melinda. "Perhaps I could look into redecorating your younger daughter's bedroom when we're done here."

  That was all that she had to say. They immediately took off their shirts. "We can keep everything else on?" Caroline asked anxiously.

  "Of course," said Melinda. She opened her black bag and took out something which looked like a pancake. But it pulsated. It was clearly alive.

  "Caroline, please lean against the wall facing away from me," said Melinda.

  "You're not going to put that thing on her," said Miles.

  "Caroline, I'm waiting."

  "What is it?" said Caroline, staring at the rider in horror.

  "You will find out soon enough."

  "No," said Caroline. "I won't do it." Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her clitoris. "Ooooh!" she cried out.

  "Careful," said Melinda. "The children might hear."

  Caroline felt the pain building in her vagina. "The pain... the pain...."

  "The pain will go away when you comply."

  Caroline hesitantly stood up, and leaned against the wall, palms first. The pain reduced to a tiny fraction of what it was. She looked fearfully as Melinda raised the rider behind her.

  "This won't hurt a bit," Melinda promised. Caroline watched in horror as the rider was put on her back, and gasped as she felt its slimy touch. It immediately migrated between her shoulder blades. She stiffened, and her eyes grew glassy.

  "Caroline? Are you all right?" Miles asked anxiously.

  "Momomomomom," said Caroline.

  "She's fine," Melinda assured him. "You're next, Miles."

  "No," said Miles. "I'm not letting you put that thing on me."

  "Caroline, would you help reason with your husband?"

  Caroline walked woodenly over to Miles. "We have to comply, dear." The words came out of her mouth, but they didn't come from her.

  "Is that thing hurting you?" Miles asked.

  "Not at all," said Caroline, smiling. She caressed his cheek, partially distracting him while Melinda got behind him. Miles was aware of what Melinda was about to put on him, but Caroline's face gave him some faint reassurance to hang on to. So he let it happen.

  And then Miles stiffened as he got his first rider.

  "Very good," said Melinda.

  "What did you just do to us?" Caroline asked, suddenly regaining control.

  "I have welcomed you to the Hive," said Melinda. "Tomorrow you will have your first lesson in Communing."

  Miles looked at Caroline.

  "You're coming back again? It will raise questions, if the kids see you here every day."

  "You're right. Could you both be home around noon, at lunch time?"

  They reluctantly nodded. Excellent. They were cooperating more and more.

  After Melinda left, Caroline looked worriedly at her back in the mirror. "What are these things all about, Miles? What are they doing to us?"

  "I don't know," said Miles. "But it doesn't look good."

  He looked at her, and she looked back at him, and suddenly Caroline said, "Momomomom. Mamoonishom."

  Miles looked at her blankly and said, "Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom."

  "Momomomom Mamoonishom," said Caroline.

  ********

  The next day, Melinda showed up at noon. "How are the two of you doing?"

  "We want these things off us," said Miles.

  "You may change your mind after your first communing," said Melinda.

  "And what is that?"

  "Follow me and find out," said Melinda.

  They followed her to the bedroom.

  "Take off your shirts, please."

  Miles saw Caroline give him a worried glance. But he nodded slightly, and they both complied.

  Melinda had them sit down, back to back.

  "That's right... just lean a little closer... closer..."

  They obediently leaned against each other, until their riders barely touched.

  Then an explosion went off in their bodies.

  Wave after wave of orgasms. It was incredible. They felt intense sexual pleasure and well being, washing through them. It was not only more intense then sex, but much more longer lasting.

  "Momomomomom," said Caroline.

  "Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom Momomom Mamoonishom," said Miles.

  "That's right," said Melinda. "Just relax and enjoy it."

  "Momomomomom," said Caroline woodenly.

  ********

  Sometime later they, regained awareness. Miles checked the chrono. An hour had passed. A whole hour?

  "What happened?" Mile asked.

  "You had your first communion," said Melinda. "Did you enjoy it?"

  "It was..." Miles hesitated to say it. Caroline smiled shyly.

  "Good," said Melinda. "Each time you Commune, your riders will get more and more mature."

  "What does that mean?" Caroline asked.

  "They will take more and more control over your minds," said Melinda.

  Caroline and Miles looked at each other in horror.

  "Having sexual intercourse also will speed their growth. The increased blood flow in your bodies stimulates their development. Be sure to have sex every night. By communing and having sex every day, you will speed the development of your riders to sexual maturity."

  "What are you doing to us?" Miles asked.

  "I have made you part of the Host Mind," said Melinda. "But your joy is just beginning. I will see you tomorrow!"

  Miles and Caroline went back to work, but their minds were in an uproar. They had alien creatures attached to their bodies which were slowly taking control of their minds. And now Melinda wanted them to cooperate, to actually speed up the process.

  Well, they weren't going to do it.

  But as Caroline snuggled up against him in bed that night, she started to kiss him and rub against him in a very familiar way.

  "What are you doing?" Miles asked.

  "I... I don't know," said Caroline. She felt a burning need in her crotch. She was inflamed with sexual desire. Where was that coming from?

  The rider on her back. It was turning her on. It wanted her to have sex, so it could grow bigger. More powerful. More in control of her mind.

  Miles felt it too. Suddenly, his penis grew erect, as if someone else were controlling it. His rider was stimulating him, filling his mind with images of thrusting inside of Caroline. Suddenly he was so hard that he hurt.

  "We shouldn't be doing this," said Miles, pulling off her nightgown.

  "I know," said Caroline, pulling down his pants. She pressed her body against his and groaned with pleasure.

  "It's just going to get more and more power over us," said Miles, rubbing against her. His sexual need was strong now.

  "I know," said Caroline. She felt a terrible arousal between her legs. "Please, Miles. Put it in me, I need it now."

  Miles saw the need etched in her eyes, and felt it himself. He needed no urging. Very shortly he was poised between her legs, thrusting hard, back and forth. Both of them groaned in pleasure. As Miles worked himself in and out of Caroline, his heart beat quickly. His body sweat, his muscles stretched, and the blood flowed through his body more quickly. His rider rippled, sucking up the increased energy flow.

  But none of that mattered to Miles. He pounded into Caroline, who grabbed him around the waist, desperately needing what he could give her.

  His exertions provided nutrients to the rider on his back, which started to pulsate mo
re rapidly. In moments it was flexing in tune with his thrusts, outwardly when he pulled out, inwardly, against his skin, when he thrust back in, in harmony with his slick shaft. It was as if both he and the rider were penetrating Caroline at the same time.

  After they climaxed, they were given only a brief rest before their riders stimulated them to perform again. But this time Caroline felt compelled to be on top, to be the one doing the work. Her rider wanted to make Caroline exert her body physically so it could reap the greatest benefit. As Caroline rode up and down on Miles's organ, her rider shuddered with pleasure, absorbing all energy from her muscular exertions.

  They were made to couple for two full hours before they were released, like puppets. When they were finally allowed to collapse, exhausted, in bed together, they looked each other in the eyes, and knew they were lost. They both knew now that their riders could compel them to have sex whenever it wanted to. If it was this powerful already, how much more control would it exert over them when it matured? It was a frightening thought.

  ********

  Melinda didn't come the next day. But she didn't have to. Caroline and Miles came home for lunch, and, seemingly of their own accord, went to the bedroom and took off their shirts and started to commune. It wasn't so much that they had made a conscious decision, as the fact that the decision had been made for them. They simply went along with it, and enjoyed an hour of mind shattering orgasms.

  That night they also had sex again, and it was good, but not nearly as good as communing.

  Over the course of a few days both of them started to feel that communing was pleasurable, much more pleasurable, than sex. They started to reevaluate their idea of sexual pleasure and realized that they didn't just want communing, but they needed it. It began to supplant their urge for sex itself.

  The Hive had just gained another lever of control over them.

  And then, four days later, Caroline gasped as she looked in the mirror. "Miles, come quickly!"

  Miles came quickly. Caroline's rider now had a gold band around it. It had grown larger too; doubling in size from two to four inches in diameter. It pulsated every few seconds.

  Miles looked at his rider. He could see the beginnings of a gold ring too. He wasn't far behind.

  "What does it mean, Miles?" Caroline asked.

  "It means it's getting bigger. Stronger," said Miles fearfully.

  That day Melinda showed up at lunch unexpectedly, carrying a large black container. She warmly greeted and hugged them, as if they were dear friends. She especially smiled when she hugged Miles, which made Caroline more than a little jealous. She seemed to know about their progress without asking.

  "Now you are ready for the next stage," she said. She handed each of them a clear plastic jar. They could see insects flying around in them. A lot of them.

  "What are we to do with these?" Caroline asked.

  "Release them in your workplace," said Melinda.

  "What will they do?"

  "They will plant eggs under the skin of a host," said Melinda. "The eggs will mature into what you call worms."

  "And then it will take control of them? Like it did us?"

  "Exactly," said Melinda.

  "No. I won't do it," said Miles.

  Melinda sighed, and took back one of the jars. "Of course, I could just as easily release them in here. Your charming children Marie and Mark would be infected almost immediately. Within a few days they would have riders, just like you."

  "No!" Caroline cried. She took the jar back. "We'll do it." She turned to Miles. "We have no choice."

  Over the next few days Melinda gave them a series of jars filled with Insects. Caroline released them in different parts of the hospital. Miles released his on different floors of the research institute. They both watched helplessly as coworkers slapped flies on their necks or backs. But it was too late, they only felt the insects after they had been bitten.

  They knew what would happen next. Worms would grow inside of them, and then migrate to their backs. And they somehow knew that when there were enough worms, they would become riders.

  Over the course of two weeks Miles started to see changes at the institute. Workers would be lost, staring into space, muttering "Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom." He started noticing the outlines of riders among people wearing tight shirts. They were spreading, and rapidly.

  The same was occurring at Caroline's hospital. The patients were the most vulnerable, of course, but the nurses and doctors were also infected. And once they were infected, they had easy access to a continuous flow of new patients. Between them, Caroline and Miles contributed to the Infection of dozens of new hosts, and in a short time, dozens became hundreds, which would soon become thousands.

  "Very good," said Melinda, listening to their reports with satisfaction.

  "We've done everything you asked. Can you release Ella now, like you promised?" Caroline asked.

  "Not quite yet," said Melinda. "You must do one more thing for us."

  "And what is that?" Miles asked.

  "Reproduce."

  They looked at each other in horror. "You want us to have a baby?"

  "Not a human child. Something for us," said Melinda.

  "A monster?"

  "There are no monsters," said Melinda. "You must contribute to the Hive's cycle of life."

  "What kind of life?"

  "Come into your bedroom and I will show you."

  They followed her silently. When they got there, Melinda opened her black carrying case. Out of the blackness came something equally black.

  A black spider. It was at least eight inches long, and scuttled about on long, thin legs. It seethed malevolence.

  "You're going to make me give birth to that?" said Caroline.

  "A number of them, actually," said Melinda.

  "No, we won't do it," said Miles.

  "Maybe you'll change your mind," said Melinda.

  "I won't," said Miles.

  "Why don't you lie down on your bed and think about it for a moment?" Melinda suggested.

  "Why?" Miles asked. But suddenly he felt a pain in his belly. He clenched his stomach. "No... no..."

  "The pain will only increase until you lie down on the bed."

  She was telling the truth. Miles gasped as the pain increased. It felt like something was tearing his belly inside out. He half fell, half collapsed in bed. The pain immediately started to dissipate.

  "Good. Stay right there."

  Caroline, to her horror, saw the spider jump on the bed. "Miles, look out!" She cried.

  Miles tried to get up, but felt another stab of pain in his gut. He fell back down on the bed, and the black spider jumped onto his back. Miles tried to reach for it with his hand, but got another stab of pain for his trouble.

  The spider swiftly climbed up Mile's back, up his neck, to the back of his head. Then it settled in.

  "What is it going to do to him?" Caroline asked.

  "You will see in a moment," said Melinda. They both watched as the spider arched back and forth, on Miles' head, as if it were preparing something. Then its tiny legs started to sink into his head.

  Miles cried out as he felt super thin filaments from the spider's leg enter his brain. He could feel them probing. They began to send electrical impulses, directly into his brain.

  Miles' eyes rolled up into his head. He started to blink rapidly.

  "What's it doing?" Caroline asked.

  "Reprogramming him," said Melinda.

  Caroline watched helplessly for several minutes as Miles' attitudes were rewritten. When it was done, the spider pulled out of his brain, and scuttled away.

  "Miles, are you all right?" Caroline asked, taking him in her arms.

  "I'm fine," said Miles. "Better than fine." He had one imperative, drilled in his mind, over and over. "Are we ready to begin the reproduction?"

  "Almost," Melinda smiled. "Take off your clothes and I will show you the last step."

  "No way," said Caroline, as Miles bega
n to eagerly undress.

  Suddenly Caroline felt a burning need, deep between her legs. As she watched Miles get nude, she started to rub herself, through her pants.

  "You can do that much more effectively without clothes," Melinda smiled.

  Caroline shook her head. She put her hands in her panties, and started rubbing herself vigorously.

  "Here, let me help you with that, dear," said Miles, who was now completely naked, as he started to pull down her pants.

  "Miles, no," said Caroline, rubbing her clitoris even as Miles pulled off a pants leg. "We shouldn't be doing this."

  "We must be fertile for the Hive," said Miles. The spider had implanted that urge deep in his brain. He pulled off her other pants legs, and then pulled her panties down to her ankles.

  "Very good, Miles. I admire your enthusiasm," said Melinda. "Now Caroline, I need you to put this inside of you," she said, holding out a ring of small, glistening little black ovals.

  "What are they?"

  "Eggs," said Melinda.

  "Spider eggs? No way!" said Caroline.

  "Miles, can you help?"

  Miles took the eggs, and reached down and snaked a hand inside of Caroline's vagina. "Miles!" she said. "No!" Miles snaked his hand as deep as he could, and then pulled back. Caroline shifted uncomfortably, feeling it inside her.

  "Very good," Melinda smiled. Next she gave Miles a flat piece of black flesh. It looked like a piece of a black wing. "You know what to do with this, don't you, Miles?"

  Miles nodded and took the black flesh. It quivered in his hand.

  "Miles, what are you going to do with that?" Caroline asked. Her jaw dropped as Miles wrapped it around his testicles. It instantly came alive and gripped them tightly. Miles yelled out.

  "Miles!" Caroline yelled, reaching for him.

  "He will be all right," said Melinda, holding her back.

  And sure enough, a few seconds later, Miles stood up. The black flesh around his scrotum had disappeared.

  "Where did it go?" Caroline asked. Looking closer, she now saw that the veins in his testicles were now jet black.

  "Where it needed to," said Melinda. "And now you both have been properly prepared, you may begin."

  "With pleasure," said Miles, grabbing Caroline and giving her a great big kiss. His mouth was hungry, needing, and as he pressed his naked body against hers, Caroline found herself giving in. Not that she had much choice. The rider filled her with sexual desire. She needed sex now, more than anything. She needed to feel Miles, deep inside of her, regardless of the consequences. She moved her hand down, grabbed his penis, and stroked it, making it hard and long.