Parasites Love Earth!

by Gary L M Martin

  The creature inside her was intelligent, and had some kind of link to her mind. It knew what she was going to do.

  Sam thought about going to see Janice. Surely Janice could remove it. But the creature would be able to stop her too.

  Sam went to the bathroom, expecting a jolt of pain. There was none. She went into a stall, and pulled up her skirt and lowered her panties. She spread her nether lips and saw the worm, nestled around her clitoris. One thing she hadn't tried was removing it with her fingers. That shouldn't work... should it?

  She swiftly reached forward to pluck the thing off of her. But she felt a stabbing pain, and cried out.

  "Is everything all right in there?" she heard.

  It was a familiar voice. It was Janice!

  "I'm fine," said Sam, quickly dressing. She flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall.

  "What were you yelling about, Sam?" said Janice. "Were you looking at the results of one of those home pregnancy tests?"

  Janice was flirting with her!

  Sam wondered if she could tell Janice. Maybe if she could blurt it out quickly, in one sentence, before the alien could cut it off. No. She should wait for a better opportunity. With Jack.

  Sam smiled and made small talk with Janice. Janice seemed completely oblivious to the creature inside of Sam's panties, as she should be. But it was so obvious to Sam, why couldn't the rest of the world sense it?

  If only Dunlop 4 were here. But he was off, tracking the Hive Mind somewhere in Europe. She had given him a comm unit; she could call him, but what would the creature let her say?

  Sam was still pondering options after lunch, when Jack stopped by her office.

  "Hey hey," said Jack.

  "Hey yourself, sir," said Sam, grinning. This was it. This would be her chance.

  "Any updates on this Hive thing?" Jack asked.

  Plenty. I have one inside my panties right now, Sam wanted to say. Sam paused. She wanted to find a way to say this as quickly as possible. Maybe in a three or four second burst.

  "Arden?" Jack asked.

  Sam started to yell, "I've been taken over by alien parasites" but what came out was "I've been-" before she cried out and grabbed her belly, in intense pain.

  "Arden!" said Jack. "What's wrong!"

  Sam looked up at Jack. She tried to speak again. "Para-" was as far as she got before she doubled over in pain.

  "What is it, Arden, what's wrong?" said Jack, looking concerned.

  Sam felt the pain intensely in her body. She felt like her clitoris was going to explode. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. If she said the wrong thing, she knew the pain would increase to unbearable levels.

  "Lunch," she gasped. The pain didn't increase. "Lunch," she said again.

  The pain started to dissipate.

  "Lunch?" said Jack.

  "I think something I ate disagreed with me," said Sam. "I have a lot of painful gas, sir." The pain started to slink away.

  Jack gave her a discerning look. "Are you sure, Arden? Perhaps you should see doc Whistler."

  "I just need some anti-acid tablets, sir. I have them in my purse," said Sam.

  "All right... but if it gets serious, you see the doc, you hear?"

  "I hear you, sir," she said.

  Jack nodded and left.

  So the creature within her was intelligent. It knew when she was trying to warn others. And when she tried to shout a warning it was quick to respond, too quick to even let her say a few words.

  No wonder Gavin hadn't worried about her calling in the Survey Service.

  He was right. She couldn't resist. She couldn't resist the Hive Mind. It was a thought she had had over and over last night, ever since she had fallen asleep on his bed. They were too strong for her.

  And Colonel Worth Rogers had been right too. The aliens had come for her. Sooner than she had expected. And they had used her husband to get to her.

  So what was she to do? She couldn't warn the Survey Service. And she couldn't remove this parasite on her own. What option did that leave her?

  As the day waned, one conclusion came to her: to go home.

  But that was ridiculous. Gavin had said he would give her a second worm if she came home. One worm was bad enough. Two would double their level of control over her.

  Why would she possibly go home?

  Go home. The thought resounded strongly in her head.

  Maybe... maybe she could pump Gavin for information. Use him while he was trying to use her. That, at least, was a justification for going home, wasn't it?

  Because she certainly wasn't going home to along Gavin to put another worm on her.

  ********

  Sam came home right around dinner time. Gavin had it all laid out. He came over and gave her a big hug, as if he expected her. "So, the Survey Service soldiers didn't come. Did you give them the right address?"

  "I didn't turn you in," said Sam. "You may be able to avoid incarceration if you cooperate with me, and tell you what I want to know."

  "Sam, I'm your husband. I'll tell you anything you want to know," said Gavin. "But first sit down, eat, eat." He saw her expression. "Do you think I've drugged the food? Shall I taste from each dish to satisfy you?"

  Sam gave him an uncertain look, and then sat down at the dinner table.

  The food was excellent. If it weren't for what had happened to Gavin, Sam would be positively excited. For Gavin to cook such a fantastic meal for her, and chat at her so animatedly... it was like their marriage had been reborn. She had to keep reminding herself that Gavin was now the enemy, and that he had Infected her.

  After they finished, Gavin said, "Good?"

  Sam managed a smile and a nod.

  "Good," said Gavin. He stood up, and produced a plastic jar out of a black bag. It was full of worms.

  Sam sucked in her breath. "I'm not going to let you put one of those on me," she said. As she spoke, her hands started to open the clasps on her shirt.

  "I never said you would," said Gavin.

  Sam stood up, opened her shirt, and pulled it off. "I must have been crazy to come back here, knowing you'd do this."

  "You must be," Gavin agreed.

  Sam turned around and obediently pressed her open palms against the wall, turning her exposed back to Gavin. "I'm not going to participate in this."

  "I understand," said Gavin.

  Sam turned her head and her jaw dropped with fear and anticipation as she saw Gavin lift a worm above her back. Their eyes met for a moment, and Sam felt a secret thrill through her body. And then Gavin smiled and gently dropped the worm on her back. It migrated up to her shoulder blades. Sam felt another chill down her spine.

  She turned around and put on her shirt, staring at the jar of worms that Gavin held. "Not to give you any ideas, but why aren't you putting them all on me at once?"

  "Normally we would," Gavin smiled. "But I have specific orders regarding you. We want to test your obedience quotient."

  "My obedience quotient?"

  "Some slaves resist more than others. Some hardly resist at all, Sam. That's because secretly, inside, they really want to become part of the Hive," said Gavin. "Such slaves, such obedient slaves, are very valuable to the Hive. The Hive thinks you might be one of those."

  "I am never going to be an obedient slave," said Sam.

  "Of course not," said Gavin. "Have you tried to warn your superiors yet?"

  Sam paused. She saw no point in lying to Gavin. "Yes."

  "And were you successful?"

  Sam didn't answer.

  "Come on, Sam. They didn't come for me. It doesn't take a genius to figure out-"

  "No," said Sam, blushing. "I wasn't able to warn them."

  Gavin nodded. "Come with me, please."

  Sam followed Gavin into the bedroom, still with her shirt off. Once they got there, Gavin held up his black box. "Do you know what's in here, Sam?"

  Sam shuddered.

  "I think you do," said Gavin. He opened it, and a black
spider slunk out. Sam gasped.

  "Lay face down on the bed, Sam."

  "No," said Sam.

  "You tried to inform your superiors," said Gavin, taking a step forward. "That instinct must be curbed."

  He walked up to Sam, saw the fear in her eyes. He gently pulled her by the wrist, and pushed her down on the bed.

  "No," Sam cried, as she saw the spider jump on the bed. But she knew if she resisted that she would be in agony in seconds. And then the spider jumped onto her back. Sam tried to get up, but in seconds it was on the back of her head, and then, and then....

  Sam blinked, yawning, looking at the chrono. It was after midnight. Where had the time gone?

  "Time for bed, Sam," said Gavin, grinning as he came out of the bathroom.

  Sam nodded, and changed into her nightgown and got ready for bed. When she was ready to sleep, she barely hesitated as she looked at Gavin, already curled up in bed. After the slightest hesitation, she got in bed and snuggled up next to him.

  ********

  The next morning, Gavin woke her with a kiss. "Time to get up! I'll have breakfast ready in a few moments."

  Sam felt refreshed. All her worries were gone. She had had a good night's sleep, despite all that had happened to her. As Gavin cooked her breakfast, she said, "Do you still go to work?"

  "I'm on leave," said Gavin. "Attending to family matters at home." He smiled at her, and place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her. Sam ate some.

  "How is it?"

  "Delicious," said Sam.

  Gavin kissed her on the forehead.

  She looked at him with mixed emotions.

  As she was getting ready to leave, Gavin said, "Don't forget your cap!" and handed it to her, moving his face close to hers.

  She looked at him. She knew that he was under alien control. She knew he had Infected her. But whatever else he was, he was also her husband. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He smiled and kissed her back.

  ********

  Sam spent t he day focused on coordinating the growing reports of Hive Mind incursions. The thought of informing Jack about what had happened to her entered her mind only fleetingly. When it did, her mind quickly rejected it, noting that she had tried to inform him yesterday and only gotten blinding pain as a result. She might as well give up trying.

  And so she did, not thinking about it until Jack knocked on her door in the early afternoon.

  "Arden? How're you feeling today?"

  This would be a perfect opportunity to tell Jack about the-

  "Better, sir," said Sam. "The indigestion is gone."

  "That's good to hear," said Jack. He paused. "How are things with Gavin?"

  Sam paused only momentarily. "Actually, they're better too. We have sort of reconciled. He's become quite sweet and caring once again. It's like getting back to the man I first married."

  "That's good to hear," said Jack. If there was hurt on his face, Sam couldn't see it. "Well, I'm off. There's been a report of an evil pancake attack somewhere in Alexandria. Want to come?"

  "I'm buried with work here, sir. You go and have fun."

  Jack smiled and left.

  After he had gone, Sam wondered why she hadn't tried to tell him about her Infection. But she had tried, the day before. With only one worm on her, she had felt tremendous pain. With a second worm, she wouldn't have stood a chance.

  Sam's first worm had migrated from her clitoris, and now was on her back with the second worm, side by side. She barely felt it except for an occasional itching. She turned her attention away from it and focused on her work.

  When she came home that night, Gavin welcomed her with a kiss, a hug, and dinner, all of which Sam was uncomfortably getting used to. He asked about her day and seemed genuinely concerned about her.

  And then, after dinner, Sam knew what was coming next. She found herself opening her shirt even as Gavin reached into his black bag. But as she took off her shirt she found him taking out a plastic jar which only had one worm in it.

  Sam looked puzzled as Gavin handed her the jar.

  "What am I supposed to do with this?" Sam asked.

  "Whatever you like," said Gavin.

  Sam looked at the worm in the jar. If Gavin expected her to voluntarily put a worm on herself--to seek it out, as if she wanted it--he would be very, very disappointed.

  But as she touched the jar, she started to feel an inching building between her legs.

  "So, if I don't want to put the worm on, I don't have to?" said Sam.

  "No," said Gavin.

  Sam started to rub the jar. As she rubbed it, her sexual arousal only increased, spreading from her groin to her entire body. But then the arousal began to fade, even as she rubbed it. She tried desperately to rekindle it, and found that rubbing the lid of the jar did it. But only rubbing it in a certain way, from side to side.

  Sam, rubbing the lid, said, "And if I don't put the worm on, you won't put it on me?"

  "No," said Gavin. "It's all up to you."

  The lid suddenly came off. Sam watched the worm start to climb out of the jar. Her sexual arousal increased the closer it got to the top of the jar. Her eyes were glued to it. As it reached the head of the jar she moaned.

  But then the arousal started to die down again. Desperately, Sam tried to rub the jar, everything she could think of. And then she raised the jar, and she felt a sharp spike of sexual pleasure, deep in her vagina. The two worms on her back seemed to be able to play her like a fiddle.

  She found that the closer she moved the jar to her shoulder, the more sexual pleasure she felt.

  Sam didn't want a third worm. She knew what the other worms were doing to her. They were trying to purposefully coax her into putting the third worm on herself. She put the jar close to her shoulder, only to pull away at the last minute.

  Gavin watched her battle in silence.

  Sam put the jar close and pulled it away, close, and then way, close, and then away again. It was as if the jar was a penis, thrusting in and out of her, from the pleasure she derived from moving it horizontally towards and away from her body.

  And then finally, one time, she put the jar too close to her shoulder for a second too long, and the worm jumped out, and landed on her shoulder.

  Sam cried out, but she didn't try to grab the worm. She felt it quickly migrate to join the other two between her shoulder blades. She rushed to the bathroom mirror, but it was already done.

  There were now three worms on her back.

  Gavin appeared behind her. He softly grabbed her bare shoulders. "You wanted it, Sam, didn't you?" he said quietly.

  "No," said Sam, shaking her head in distress. "No. I don't know."

  "Momomomom," Gavin said softly, in her ear.

  Sam grew rigid. "Momomomom," she said.

  "Momomomomomomom," said Gavin.

  "Momomomomomomom," said Sam.

  "Good," said Gavin, smiling.

  Sam blinked, and realized what she was doing. She went back into the bedroom, where Gavin waited. "What's next? Another spider session?"

  "Did you try to warn your superiors today?"

  "No," said Sam immediately.

  "Then you don't need one," said Gavin.

  Somehow, that hurt her more than anything. "You believe me?"

  "Why not," said Gavin, giving her a tender kiss. He looked in her eyes. "You're one of us now."

  That phrase haunted her. She was not one of them. She remembered what Colonel Rogers said about resisting. She had to resist! She would not give up!

  She continued to think that as she changed into her nightgown and lay down in bed next to Gavin. She read her datapad, but her mind was distracted. Then, later, she kissed him goodnight and went to sleep.

  ********

  The next day passed quickly. Sam knew what was coming that evening.

  Her fourth and final worm.

  Sam knew that it only took four worms to grow a rider. Their own research had shown this. She knew if she went home, tha
t Gavin would give her a fourth worm, and she would get a rider, and she would be theirs, forever.

  And yet Sam found herself obediently driving home. What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

  Because she was forced to, she told herself. Because she had no choice.

  Did she? Or did the aliens simply want her to believe that?

  Sam tried an experiment. She turned the car around, heading away from home. Immediately, she felt discomfort in her stomach. It was only slight, but noticeable.

  She turned the car around and continued heading home.

  The slight discomfort disappeared.

  She really had no choice, she concluded.

  When she got home, she watched Gavin silently over dinner. This man seemed like her husband, the best her husband had ever been. He was amiable and loving and kind, and she so much wanted to be with him. But he was also controlled by the aliens, and doing their dirty work for them. Sam didn't quite know how to reconcile these feelings.

  After dinner, Gavin simply said, "Come with me," and she followed him to the bedroom, like an obedient lamb heading to the slaughter.

  But when she got there, she didn't see any worms. Just Gavin.

  "Do you want your last worm, Sam?" said Gavin. He started to peel off his shirt. She saw his handsome chest.

  "I... I don't know," said Sam.

  Gavin took off his shoes, and took off his pants. "Well, think about it," he said. He walked up to her, with a neutral expression on his face. He started to undress her. She didn't resist. She silently let him completely remove her clothes. When she was totally nude, she took a deep breath.

  "Do you know where your final worm is, Sam?" said Gavin.

  Sam shook her head.

  "In here," he said, pointing down to his underwear.

  Suddenly, Sam understood. To get her last worm, she'd have to have sex with Gavin.

  With Gavin, the man who had Infected her. The man who controlled her.

  Sam suddenly felt tremendous sexual arousal. She knew what she was being primed for. She looked down at his underwear. He already had an erection. A big one. Much bigger than he should be capable of having.

  Sam had trouble deciding what she wanted to do. Gavin moved closer to help her make up her mind. Gavin reach down and kissed her. She just stood there, and absorbed the feeling of his lips against hers.