Parasites Love Earth!

  It was Melinda, not Miles, who decided when intercourse should begin. "I think you're ready, Miles," said Melinda, looking at his thickness and length. "Just one thing. We need to make sure that the eggs get into her uterus. They probably didn't make it all the up there. The first time you go in, go as deeply as you can to push them up."

  "Of course," Miles smiled.

  Caroline was aghast at how eager he was. He lay her on her back and spread her legs. And then, with one thrust, he pushed into her. All the way, to the hilt. Even as she felt his black veined testicles banging against her ass, she could feel him, deep inside her, pressing against her cervix, insistently pushing the black ovals inside of her upwards, and inwards. Miles pulled out slightly and gave several firm thrusts, until he could no longer feel the eggs against the head of his penis. Caroline's eyes grew large as she felt the alien mass pushing into her uterus.

  "Good," said Melinda, who somehow knew what was going on inside of her. "Now you may begin, Miles!"

  "I will fertilize the eggs now," said Miles woodenly. He started to thrust in and out of Caroline. His penis began to get tighter and tighter. Caroline thought about the eggs inside of her, and the way Miles' sperm had been modified. "Miles," she whispered, "Are you really sure you want to do this? To create these creatures inside of me?"

  "We must be fertile for the Hive," Miles said, thrusting more rapidly.

  Melinda had a splendid view of Miles making love to his wife. As his ass thrusted in and out of her, she could see Mile's rider humping his back even as he humped Caroline,, pumping him with sexual desire while taking physical energy from him, using it to make itself bigger, stronger, and more potent. Soon the parasite would have complete control of not just his body, but also his mind.

  Miles felt himself tightening up. "I'm... I'm going to come."

  "Miles, no," said Caroline, still bound up in sexual desire, but dreading the consequences.

  It was too late. She felt Miles explode inside of her, with short, quick bursts. He thrusted a few more times, even as he ejaculated. When he was done, he sighed and pulled out. Caroline saw a thin line of black sperm emanating from the tip of his penis. It underscored how alien this all was, how their reproductive systems had been hijacked by these parasites.

  "Very good," said Melinda, clapping. "Quite an enthusiastic performance. Even from you, Caroline."

  Caroline was too tired to blush.

  "You have to do this twice a day, for the next three days. You can do it when you come home for lunch, and the evenings."

  "We're never doing this again," said Caroline.

  "I'll be back to check on your progress in a few days," Melinda smiled, as she left.

  Caroline looked at Miles. "Miles, we are never doing this again."

  *******

  But of course, they did.

  Miles was programmed to want it, and all Caroline's rider had to do was increase her state of sexual arousal, and while she didn't exactly seek it out, she was in no condition to do anything other than passively cooperate. And Caroline's cooperation quickly became more than passive. She shamed herself as she kissed Miles, and masturbated him, and drove his lust so he would mount her, filling her with alien sperm, giving her the thing she most needed, but didn't want.

  After the second day, Caroline thought she felt the beginning of a hardness in her belly, and by the third day, she was sure of it. Could it really happen so fast? When Melinda reappeared she examined Caroline's belly with a touch of the hand and announced it was a success. Caroline didn't know what to feel.

  Her belly got bigger and bigger. She had to wear baggy clothes so the kids wouldn't catch on. Even then she got more than one comment from Marie about how maybe she should lay off desserts for a while. If only Marie knew what lengths she and Miles were going through to protect her!

  As the days passed, Caroline felt a stirring in her belly. Movement, actually. Little creepy crawling things. She shivered at the thought of insects crawling around inside of her. Two mornings later, and six days after she had gotten pregnant, she felt something else. She gasped, "Miles!"

  Miles said, "I'll call Melinda."

  Melinda was there in less than an hour, just in time to watch the first spiders being born. Caroline was totally nude, sitting up on her bed with her legs spread wide, while she squeezed little beings, one after another, from her rapidly enlarging birth canal. Mercifully, each one was relatively small, only three or four inches in length. The spiders were covered in some kind of protective goo, but as they emerged, they shed it, and started to run around on the bed quickly. In short order they had four, five, and then six spiders running around the room.

  "How many are there?" Caroline said.

  "I've never seen this many," said Melinda. "You two are quite a fertile combination." Miles beamed as if he had been praised. Caroline gritted her teeth, and bore down again.

  In the end, there were eight in all. They ran around the room until Melinda whistled, and pointed to her black bag, and they all jumped in.

  "Good work," said Melinda, giving Miles a kiss on the lips. They stared at each other for a moment in a way that made Caroline uncomfortable. She was jealous that she didn't get any praise. She had delivered the actual creatures, after all.

  And then Caroline realized how messed up her mind truly was. She shouldn't be seeking praise for this. She had been forced to reproduce against her will.

  "Take a few days to rest," said Melinda. "I will consult with the Hive Mind about the next step."

  "The next step? I thought you said you would free Ella!" Caroline cried.

  But she was already gone.

  Miles got into bed and hugged her. She didn't know what to feel.

  ********

  Melinda left them alone for three days. Caroline had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was always anxious when Melinda visited them, especially when Marie and Mark were home. She didn't want Melinda to notice the twins any more than she already had. And she was glad that they weren't being compelled to do anything new.

  But on the other hand she worried for Ella. What had happened to her?

  She would have her answer soon.

  Melinda stopped by during lunch, while they were communing. Caroline found she was addicted to it now. Caroline saw, in the bathroom mirror, that her rider was beginning to grow a second golden ring, a sign it was increasing in maturity. It was also growing in weight, it was least two pounds now, two solid pounds which rode on her back every minute of every day. Every time she communed her rider got more and more powerful.

  But she couldn't help it. Communing was just like sex. It was better than sex. Even as images of Miles thrusting between her legs filled her mind, she experienced continuous orgasms. And they could go on for hours. They now were so hooked on it that they were doing it twice a day, in the morning and the evening. Caroline shivered once as, sitting back to back, she turned her head and saw, through the bedroom mirror, Mile's rider rippling with energy, sucking up their lovemaking. In the end, they were only making it worse for themselves as their riders gained more and more control over them.

  And what was worse, she was starting to get a red rash around the edge of her rider. So was Miles. What was it doing to them?

  Melinda appeared with the customary smile on her face. She kissed Miles on the lips, and even squeezed his ass as she gave him a pleased look.

  This time Caroline spoke first. "Where's Ella?"

  "Would you like to see her?"

  Caroline was surprised. There was no obfuscation; no delay. "Yes."

  "Come with me."

  Melinda drove them just outside of town, to Pocahontas State Park. Caroline sat in the back while Miles rode in the front. Melinda was wearing a miniskirt that barely hid a thing. Caroline watched uneasily as Miles stole glances at her legs.

  When they got there, Melinda took them on a trail and then off trail, to a hillside. They saw a giant hole that looked like it had been recently dug. She started to walk in, b
ut saw them hesitate. "Come along. It's quite safe."

  They went inside. It was humid. The air smelled of mold. The ground was soft and spongy. As they walked, the walls, which were rock, changed into something else. Something living.

  And then they found themselves in a giant chamber. The first thing they noticed was the giant ball of flesh, at least twenty feet wide, suspended in the air by some kind of giant spider's web. It had eyes, and the eyes were staring at them.

  Caroline shivered. The creature had a column underneath it, a column that looked to be made of alien flesh... and people. She actually saw people, whose arms or legs or chests or shoulders or heads were glued into the column. It was as if they were slowly being consumed.

  Melinda said, "Welcome to the Hive Mind."

  Caroline looked around, and heard screams and moans and insect sounds. There were people, and insects, everywhere.

  But the people were all nude.

  Melinda started to undress, and put her clothes in an alcove. One glance was all it took, and Caroline and Miles obediently disrobed. "I hope we find Ella soon," Caroline whispered. She reluctantly took off her clothes. She hated being naked in front of others, but it appeared in this place, no one noticed.

  "Are we ready?" Melinda asked, as Caroline finished slowly pulling off her panties. "Good! Let me give you the full tour," said Melinda.

  There were a series of chambers, beyond the Hive Mind. Caroline and Miles worriedly walked underneath it as they went deeper into the cave.

  In one chamber they saw people strapped down to tables of some sort. The people were in all different states of... alteration. Some of the people had insect hands, claws or pincers. Others had furry yellow and black bodies like bees. Others had shiny black carapaces over their arms or legs. One woman, her legs widely spread, had what looked like a cloaca being grafted over her vagina. Another man's penis was being modified, to look like a stinger of a bee. Caroline saw one man, strapped down, with a mask over his face, while a long line of tiny insects crawled into holes cut for his ears. The insects seemed to vanish when they reached his head.

  "What are you doing to these people?" she asked.

  "We are improving them," said Melinda.

  Caroline stared at Miles with a shocked look on her face. She was pleased that Miles, despite his programming, also looked very upset. He wasn't that far gone.

  Melinda took them to another room, where riders were flopping all over people's bodies. Not all of the people were still alive.

  "What is happening?"

  "They are feeding," said Melinda. "Riders can feed a little at a time from a healthy body, but they grow much more quickly when they are allowed to consume... more fully."

  Caroline's jaw dropped, and she couldn't help but cry out.

  "Don't worry," said Melinda. "That's only the fate for our less useful servants. Or our uncooperative ones." She didn't miss the worried glance that Caroline gave Miles.

  They passed another room where men and women were sitting, dazed, as tubes were connected to their genitals. Each one had a spider on the back of their head. Melinda saw Caroline's questioning glance.

  "They are being reprogrammed, as you were, and being prepared for reproduction," said Melinda. "Nothing is left to waste."

  The chamber beyond seemed to be an orgy room. People were making love to each other. But the people making love were not entirely human. Some of them had insect genitalia. Some of them even had insect heads. They were all being used in breeding experiments.

  The next chamber contained very pregnant women, being held in clear tubes, with flexible pipes going into their mouths, vaginas, and anuses. Caroline could hear women slowly moaning. But they weren't moans of pleasure. She saw one woman, in a clear tube, make eye contact her. Her eyes seemed to beg for death.

  "The gestating chamber," said Melinda. "Do you see how fortunate you were to be allowed to give birth at home?"

  Caroline looked away. "What about Ella?"

  "We're just getting to her," said Melinda. She led them to another chamber. It contained a room with two very long benches. On one bench sat men, and on the other were women. They were faced away from each other, all were nude, and they all wore riders. Their riders were barely touching.

  "Momomomomomom," they heard. It was loud. A chorus. But not everyone was saying that. Others were saying "Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom!"

  Melinda led them down the long row of nude, dazed looking women. Each women had a big, dreamy smile on her face, and lust in her eyes. But they also looked exhausted. How long had they been kept like this?

  "This isn't so bad, is it?" said Melinda. "After all, it isn't like you're not doing this at home, are you?"

  Melinda had a point. Caroline knew she was now addicted to communing. There was no way she could stop.

  But then they came to a familiar face.

  Ella.

  "Ella! Ella!" said Caroline, grabbing her shoulders.

  "Momomomomomom," said Ella. She looked dazed, and tired, as if she had been communing for days.

  "Ella, can you hear me?" said Caroline.

  " Momomomomomom. Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom Mamoonishom Mamoonishom!" said Ella.

  "She's in the middle of a cycle," said Melinda, gently pulling Caroline away.

  "You said she would be safe."

  "And she is," said Melinda.

  Caroline peered around her back. Ella wore a two banded rider, bigger than her own.

  "You took control of her!"

  "Of course. Every human needs a rider," said Melinda. Her tone grew harsh. "Would you prefer another fate for her, one that you've seen here?"

  "No," said Caroline quickly, realizing that everything else she had seen was much, much worse. At least Ella's body was intact. Though she looked positively drained. How many hours a day did they have her communing? She must be addicted to it now, like she and Miles were.

  "Good," said Melinda, smiling. "Now as to why you've been brought here." She pointed upwards. "The Hive Mind was very impressed when you gave birth to the programmers." She was referring to the spiders.

  "They were?"

  "Yes," said Melinda. "Only one out of six human couples have successfully produced programmer through human reproduction. And you produced eight of them! That proves that you and Miles are very, very fertile," she said, with sly smile, as she stepped forward and grabbed Mile's penis.

  Miles, to her horror, smiled back at her, and let her kiss him. She embraced him for a long moment, before turning to Caroline. "And of course, you too, my dear. You both caught the eye of the Hive Mind."

  Caroline shivered, remembering those giant eyes.

  "So you have been gifted with an exceedingly rare honor. The Hive Mind has selected you to reproduce."

  "You mean, the spiders? We just did that," said Caroline.

  "No," Melinda smiled. "I mean, a human child."

  Caroline immediately looked at Miles. He had an unreadable expression on his face.

  "Why do you want us to have a human child? We already have three," said Caroline.

  "Yours would be more than just a typical human child. It would be special."

  "Special?"

  "Its gestation would be accelerated. Our bioengineers have vastly improved on the slow and inefficient human method of reproduction. You would give birth within a week."

  "A week? And what kind of baby would I give birth to in a week?"

  "Human," said Melinda. "With a few minor improvements."

  Caroline realized they wanted to use her and Miles to perform some kind of genetic experiment. Could they reasonably refuse?

  Melinda sighed theatrically. "Think of dear Ella. Dear, sweet Ella in the Communing room. Some aspects of the Hive Mind have wondered if she would be better suited for the Consumption room. I have responded to them. I have told them how cooperative you have been. How useful you have been. What should I tell them now?"

  Caroline looked at Miles, and he nodded. To save one of their children, they
would have to create another. It made sense, sort of, given their very limited choices. Caroline turned to Melinda and nodded.

  "Very good. But you need to prepare yourself, mentally. The preparations for reproduction of humanoid offspring are a little more... rigorous," said Melinda. She snapped her fingers, and a small black spider dropped down at their feet. "You could be... helped along, if you like."

  Caroline quickly understood what was being offered. Melinda was asking if they wanted to be voluntarily brainwashed, so they would want whatever was going to be done to them. It must be something dreadful.

  She considered it briefly. While she didn't really have a choice but to agree to this procedure, she still had her freedom of thought. That still meant something to Caroline, even here. To go through this horror actually begging for it, seeking it out, was more than she could bear.

  She shook her head.

  "Very well," said Melinda. She spoke at an inopportune moment, just as they heard someone scream in the background. She smiled and touched Caroline's shoulder. "Come with me."

  Caroline and Miles followed her to a chamber with a chair that seemed to be of the same material as the walls, of vaguely green living flesh. Melinda indicated for Caroline to sit down in it, She gave Miles an uncertain look. He sucked his lips in and nodded reluctantly.

  She sat down in the chair. Immediately fleshy loops came out and circled her wrists.

  "For your own protection," said Melinda smoothly. "Miles... spread her open down there."

  Miles came forward and held open Caroline's vaginal lips. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

  A transparent tube came out of the chair between her legs and arched upwards into her vagina. Mercifully it only went in her a small way before stopping.