Parasites Love Earth!

by Gary L M Martin

  "What's going to happen?" Caroline asked in a broken tone.

  Suddenly, insects came streaming out of the tube. A veritable army of them, swarming up the insides of the tube, inside her vagina. Caroline screamed involuntarily as she felt the creatures crawling inside of her. Miles held her hand. "Look into my eyes, Caroline. Look into my eyes!"

  She did, and she immediately calmed down. She felt the creatures inside of her. It felt like she was being nibbled away from within. It was uncomfortable but not painful. "What are they doing to me?" she whispered.

  "They are preparing your womb to receive new life," said Melinda softly.

  Caroline looked uncertainly at her, and then at the tube. She saw a steady stream of insects, crawly creatures going both ways in the tube, in and out. Some of the creatures going out of the tube where carrying little things. "What is that--what are they taking out of me?"

  "Your eggs," said Melinda. "You won't be needing them anymore. But we may be able to find other uses for them."

  Caroline wanted to cry. She willed herself not to look at the tube. She tried to pretend that she didn't feel herself being altered. Changed, to suit the parasite's purposes. But it was hard to deny it.

  Finally, after a few minutes, the creatures seemed to evacuate, down the tube. Then, the chair vibrated slightly, and something new came up the tube. A white liquid. It shot into her.

  "What is that?"

  "The test liquid," said Melinda.

  A moment later, the liquid came streaming out of her, back into the tube.

  Caroline looked up at Melinda. Melinda shook her head.

  The insects returned. They crawled up the tube en masse, crawling through her vagina, into her uterus.

  Melinda put an arm around her. "They are adjusting your lining, so you can accommodate the new life."

  Caroline tried not to think about it. She was nearing 40 years of age; she hadn't planned to have any more children anyway. But to have her body altered, changed like this was very uncomfortable.

  Finally the insects vacated again, and again the white liquid shot into her. But this time, when the white liquid came back down, it was green.

  "Success," said Melinda, and Caroline was very annoyed to see her hugging Miles, and even more annoyed to see him hugging her back. He shouldn't be happy, and he certainly shouldn't be hugging her.

  Caroline gasped silently as the tube retracted. "Done?" she said, wearily.

  "With the first step," said Melinda. "Now comes the hard part."

  "The hard part?" said Caroline.

  "Follow me," said Melinda. She sauntered away, wiggling her hips and ass.

  Caroline grew annoyed as Miles seemed to stare at Melinda's well built ass as she walked in front of them. Melinda also had a large rider on her back, one that seemed almost as plump and full as her ass cheeks.

  Melinda lead them to a chamber with a large ceiling.

  A room filled with giant spiders.

  They must have been four or five feet tall. They hung from different parts of the room, mostly from the ceiling. Caroline felt their multiplex eyes staring at her nude body hungrily. All along the walls were bodies of people, covered in webs. Food for the giant spiders.

  Melinda entered the room, and stood by a spider web shaped like a hammock.

  "You can't be serious," said Caroline, standing in the entranceway.

  "You won't be harmed," said Melinda.

  Caroline pointed to the bodies, hanging from the ceiling.

  "They were for food. You are for reproduction," said Melinda.

  "Yeah, but do they know that?" Caroline asked.

  "Come," said Melinda.

  Miles hugged Caroline protectively, and they slowly walked into the room, to the web shaped hammock.

  "Get in," said Melinda.

  Caroline shook her head. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her gut. She doubled over.

  "No!" she cried. "I won't!" The pain increased, and she fell to the ground. "I won't! I can't!"

  "Miles, help her," said Melinda.

  Miles picked her up, hesitation written all over her face.

  "The pain will end once you put her down," said Melinda.

  Miles reluctantly put Caroline in the hammock.

  As Melinda had promised, the pain started to fade away instantly. Caroline tried to move, but suddenly the webs lit up, and she was frozen. Her entire body was stuck to the web.

  "We must leave now," said Melinda, heading to the exit. A giant spider had noticed Caroline, and was maneuvering to get above her.

  Caroline, who could still turn her head, made eye contact with Miles. "Please, Miles, don't leave me!"

  "Follow me if you want to live," said Melinda.

  Miles, clearly torn, followed Melinda to the exit. Caroline's heart was torn in two, feeling as if Miles had chosen Melinda over her.

  She heard a loud hiss above her. Suddenly, a giant spider dropped down on top of her.

  Caroline screamed at the top of her lungs. At the doorway, Miles had a change of heart and tried to lunge into the room, but Melinda held him back. "Wait," she said.

  The giant spider stared at Caroline's naked body with its multiplex eyes, as if trying to decide what to do with her. A long, flexible ovipositor, dripping some kind of alien fluid at the tip, slowly emerged from the creature. It brushed over Caroline's face. Then it moved to her left breast. Then her right. Then it moved to the space between her legs.

  "Good, good. That means it's not going to eat her," said Melinda.

  "You mean there was a risk?" said Miles.

  "There is always a risk, where the Tharakular is involved," said Melinda.

  The giant spider's ovipositor rubbed against Caroline's nether lips. Her face was mesmerized by its multiplex eyes. She felt like it was filled with malevolence, and deciding the best way to dispose of her. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, her pulse racing.

  And then she felt a sudden violation down below, as the ovipositor swiftly and assuredly penetrated her. Caroline gasped as it filled her. It was far thicker than a penis, and she stretched painfully to accommodate it. Once it was inside, it was motionless, but only for a moment. Then it began to thrust, in and out of her, like a penis.

  "What is it doing?" Miles asked.

  Caroline gritted her teeth as it rocked in and out of her. The giant spider started to hiss, louder and louder, as if it were building up the energy to do something. Caroline became more and more frightened the louder it got. And then finally the giant spider gave a screeching sound, and the ovipositor became absolutely rigid, and Caroline saw a series of egg sized lumps appear at the base of the ovipositor. One after another, they slowly moved down the length of it into her nether lips. Caroline felt the first of the objects enter her. The ovipositor pushed it up, using air pressure, through her vagina, into her uterus. And then the second object did the same, and then the third, and the fourth, and the fifth.

  "You can relax now. The worst is over," said Melinda.

  "Why so many eggs? How many children is Caroline going to have?"

  "One. If we're lucky. You're a most unusual couple. Only 14% of human couples can reproduce what you call black spiders. Of those, only about 5% can produce human style children. And of those who do, they rarely produce more than one," said Melinda.

  They heard a screech, and saw that the spider had withdrawn itself, and pulled itself back up to the ceiling. Miles ran into the room and helped Caroline off of the web hammock, which no longer seemed to hold her in place. She was trembling.

  "Oh Miles, it was terrible, so terrible," she said, sobbing.

  "There, there, it's over now. It's all over," he said. He guided her out of the chamber.

  "You did well," said Melinda.

  "I should have listened to you," said Caroline. "I should have let you reprogram my mind so I wouldn't feel fear." She thought for a moment. "Is Miles going to have to through the same kind of terrible things?"

  "Miles will have to be adjusted
, but in a different way. But yes, there will be... challenges."

  "Then program him," said Caroline. "Program him to want it." She couldn't believe she was saying this. But she didn't want Miles to go through the sheer terror she had just experienced. "Miles, agree to it. Do it for me."

  Miles saw her with tears in her eyes, and reluctantly nodded. It wasn't like they had any choice anyway.

  Melinda smiled. This was why the Hive preferred to convert couples rather than individuals. Their love for each other was more easily manipulated to obtain their cooperation.

  "Come," she said, her ass wiggling as she turned away. She led them to a room full of small black spiders. She spoke to one in an alien language for a moment. Melinda got a good look at the rider on Melinda's back for the first time. It was bigger than hers and Mile's, nearly a foot in diameter. It was at least several inches thick, and appeared to weigh four or five pounds. It had three gold rings around it. Caroline had never seen a rider with three gold rings. That must be a very mature one. It must have complete control of Melinda. As Melinda talked, it pulsated.

  Melinda returned, all smiles. "We're ready. Miles, if you can lie face down," she said, indicating a fleshy couch of sorts.

  Miles gave Caroline one last look for reassurance, and she nodded, tearfully. He lay face down on the couch. He looked so vulnerable, lying like that, with his big, fleshy ass sticking up in the air, and his rider, now with two rings, pulsating between his shoulder blades. The parasites could do anything they wanted to him. Anything.

  A spider came over and climbed on Mile's back. Caroline winced involuntarily. She remembered the last time a spider had taken control of Miles. It had made him want to reproduce and make baby spiders. She had hated the spider for it, but now saw it as necessary to save Miles from the incredible horror she had endured.

  The spider moved up Mile's neck, causing him to involuntarily lift his head, but then it climbed on the back of his head, and then it plunged into it, sending microscopic fibers out of its tips into his cranium.

  Miles started to blink rapidly.

  "You're only reprogramming him for this, right? Nothing else?" said Caroline anxiously.

  "Nothing else," said Melinda, putting an arm around her.

  Caroline stared at Miles' ass cheeks, which looked almost green in the dim light. His rider was on his back, pulsating gently. The spider on the back of his head was throbbing, slowly pulling microfibers in and out of his head. "Is this really the last task? After this, will we be done?"

  "Then you will be done, of course," said Melinda.

  Miles eyelids continued to move, and he moaned slightly.

  "Is he being hurt?"

  Melinda hugged her. "He's just getting some extra instruction, dear. Don't worry."

  Caroline looked suspiciously at Melinda, and wondered if it was wise to get Miles to agree to this.

  A moment later, however, and the spider pulled out, and scurried away. Miles slowly sat up, as if he were emerging from a deep sleep.

  "Miles, are you all right?" said Caroline.

  "Yeah, I'm all right," said Miles, blinking.

  "How do you feel about being altered to make a baby with Caroline?"

  "Wonderful!" said Miles. "When can we get started?"

  "Follow me," said Melinda, and once again they had to walk behind those wonderfully wiggling ass cheeks.

  She took them to another chamber where they faced a wall of greenish flesh filled with creeping crawling insects. There were several holes at waist level.

  "Caroline, you'll have to prepare him for this part," said Melinda.

  "Prepare him?"

  "We need him erect."

  Miles smiled, for the first time since they had come there. Caroline reached down with her hand and made a fist and started to jerk him. Miles looked at her naked body as she masturbated his shaft. And then his gaze casually turned to Melinda. Caroline was well aware that Melinda had much larger breasts than she did.

  "Hey!" she said, turning his face back. "Look at me, all right?"

  "All right," he smiled. He kissed her as she grabbed his organ with her fist, moving it up and down, up and down, and for a moment, they were both happy.

  And then Melinda said, "All right. He's ready. Miles, before you are a series of eight holes. Move your penis in and out of each one, and keep going, despite what you may feel."

  "Despite what I might feel?"

  "There may be some... discomfort," said Melinda.

  Miles nodded. He had been programmed to want this, but he felt a bit of reluctance, from the way Melinda had described it. He turned and fit his erect penis into the first hole in the wall.

  He felt a mild scrubbing sensation, around his penis. He actually smiled at Caroline.

  And then the discomfort began. He grit his teeth as he worked his shaft in and out of it. It was like someone was rubbing his penis raw.

  He endured it. When it ended, he pulled his penis out. His shaft was reddish now.

  "On to the second hole," said Melinda.

  "All eight holes?" said Miles.

  "All eight," said Melinda.

  "Right," said Miles. He inserted his penis into the second hole.

  That's where the real pain began. He felt things being done to his penis he couldn't begin to describe. It was being shaped, modified, altered. It was uncomfortable. At times, it was painful. But he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything. He kept plowing with his penis, working it in and out of the hole, no matter how painful it got.

  Miles gritted his teeth and endured it. When he pulled it out, his penis was a bloody mess.

  "Miles!" Caroline shouted.

  "Do not worry! By the end, all will be fine," said Melinda."Put it in the third one, Miles."

  "The third one, yes," said Miles, almost mechanically. He put his penis into it.

  The third one was where he started screaming. In fact, he screamed through much of the rest of them, from the third to the eighth. The pain started to wear Miles down; he wanted it, he really did, but he had to be pushed more and more with each passing hole. Miles was screaming at the third hole and crying in pain by the fourth one. But the voice in his head said that he had to do this. This was more important than anything. He kept thrusting his penis into the hole, enduring more pain than he had ever imagined he could endure.

  Caroline stared at him with concern. Clearly he was in intense pain.

  "I can do it," said Miles, with tears streaming down his cheeks, as he thrust his penis into the fourth hole, back and forth, back and forth. "I can do it," he repeated, enduring the pain.

  By the fifth hole, Miles could see his penis changing. It was becoming longer, less bonier, and it was growing odd hairs along the shaft. The tip was changing too, becoming sharper, leaner, pointier.

  But he started to lose his stamina. All the pain was wearing him down. He hesitated before starting the sixth hole.

  "Come on, Miles, you can do this," said Caroline. She felt a little sick encouraging this. The Hive was mutilating her husband, and they were both willing participants. But she was doing this for Ella, she told herself. She had to keep telling herself that.

  Miles nodded, gritted his teeth again, and stuck himself in the sixth hole, and then, and then... he gave a shrill scream, at the top of his lungs.

  "Don't be alarmed!" Melinda said

  "My scrotum!" Miles cried.

  "Don't be alarmed," said Melinda again.

  "Miles, what is it?" said Caroline.

  Miles simply cried out, tears streaming down his face, enduring the pain, until the sixth hole treatment was completed. When he pulled out his penis, Caroline said, "Oh my god."

  Miles' testicles were gone. So was his scrotum. Completely vanished. All he had left was his shaft.

  "You... castrated him?" said Caroline.

  "Wait," said Melinda urgently. "There are still two more holes. Miles, the seventh hole!"

  "I want this. I want this I want this I want this," Miles repeated
to himself. He took a deep breath, and inserted his shaft into the seventh hole.

  He felt pain again. His rider tried to compensate, giving him feelings of sexual pleasure, to distract him. The two merged together in an odd way until Miles had trouble figuring out pain from pleasure.

  When Miles emerged from the seventh hole, there was something different about him. His penis now had a large, dark green leathery sack beneath it. Caroline gently squeezed it. It felt like it was filled with liquid.

  "You see," said Melinda. "One more hole, Miles."

  Caroline held his hand fiercely, and made a brave face, and Miles put himself into it. This time he screamed again, even with the pleasure his rider was feeding him. He cried and cried and cried, and nearly passed out before it was done.

  But finally, he was finished and he pulled out, and through the rapidly receding pain, he was able to admire his brand new penis.

  It was bigger. Much bigger, about nine inches long. And the shaft was meatier, and curved, like a sausage. It had long black hairs all along the side of it. The head of the penis had short beige hairs, like the hair of a desert tarantula. The tip of Mile's penis was hard, and green, and sharp to the touch, right next to the slit. The leather pouch underneath was firmly attached and seemed to hold a lot of liquid.

  "Congratulations," said Melinda. She reached forward and gave Miles a passionate kiss. "You were so brave." She took a step back. "Now both of you go home. Make love tonight, and then every day, three times a day, for the next week."

  "Three times a day?" said Miles. "I'm not sure..."

  "Trust me, Miles, it will be easy for you," said Melinda. "I'll be by to check up on you."

  Caroline and Miles put on their clothes and drove home. Caroline tried to process what had happened to them. Their bodies had been altered. They were wearing double rimmed riders on their backs. They were being bred in genetic experiments.

  The only saving grace was that so far the creatures had left Marie and Mark alone. And Ella was unharmed. Well, she had a rider, but she hadn't been permanently harmed. Caroline still held a faint hope that Melinda would keep her word and free her once this was done.

  When they got home, Marie and Mark wondered where they had been. They were forced to lie and say they had been at the movies. It was so far removed from the truth that Caroline felt sick saying it.