Parasites Love Earth!

  "Pods," said Jack. "Our baby is a pod." He was trying to understand that.

  Sam got up, and, without a word, took the pods to her walk-in closet, and closed the door.

  "Hey, what're you doing?" Jack asked.

  "I don't know," said Sam. "I just know that's where they should be."

  When they checked in on the pods the next day, they had each grown bigger.

  "How're they doing that?" Jack asked.

  Sam pointed to the glowing cylinder in each pod. "They must be converting the energy into biological matter. That's highly advanced."

  "Yeah. But what's going to come out?"

  They began to get an idea on the fourth day. The pods had turned into semi transparent cocoons, and each had a shape. A human shape.

  "Look!" said Sam. "One is a boy, and one is a girl!" She hugged Jack.

  "Yeah," said Jack. "But they're growing up awfully quick."

  By the seventh day they were full grown. Sam and Jack were sitting there, watching, when the cocoons cracked open. Green liquid flooded into the bedroom. Dark shapes slowly emerged into the light.

  The first to emerge was the male.

  It was Dunlop.

  Sam gasped. They had made an exact copy of Dunlop 4.

  But her surprise only grew exponentially when she saw the woman emerging behind him.

  It was her. Samantha Arden.

  "What... what is this?" said Jack.

  "Hello, Jack,' said the other Sam. She boldly came over and kissed Jack on the lips. When she pulled back, she said, "How did that feel?"

  "Different," said Jack.

  "We'll work on it," the other Sam promised.

  "Hello, Samantha," said the other Dunlop 4. Sam took a step backwards.

  "There is nothing to fear," said Dunlop, and he took her hand, and kissed it.

  "Sam," said Jack. "Explain this to me. We've made a baby Dunlop... and a baby you... except they're not babies?"

  "Everything will become clear to you soon," Dunlop promised.

  "You may go, Jack," said the other Sam.

  Sam tried to hide her horror. She had a good idea what would happen next.

  The other Sam took a step towards him. "You may leave now, Jack."

  Sam could sense what would happen if he didn't. She quickly ran forward, putting her body between the two of them. "Please, Jack, go," she said. She kissed him. "I'll be all right."

  She saw doubt in his eyes.

  "Really," said Sam. "I'll drop by and see you later," she promised. She would say anything, to save his life.

  "That's right," said the other Sam. "She will drop by to see you later."

  Jack looked at the other Sam, and then back at Sam, and saw something in her eyes, and he nodded, heading for the door. In moments the door had slammed shut.

  "Thank you, Samantha," said the other Sam. "You are obedient to the end."

  "And now you are going to kill me," said Sam.

  "Not quite yet. I still have to absorb your memories, first," said the other Sam. She turned to Dunlop. "And you should go to the other Dunlop, and deal with him."

  "I will," said Dunlop. "But first I must go to the Hive, and get a detailed briefing." He looked in the closet, put on some of Gavin's clothes, and left. When the door slammed behind him, it was just Sam, and the other Sam.

  The other Sam smiled wolfishly at her.

  "I don't understand," said Sam, taking a step back. "I obeyed you in everything."

  "You obeyed us in everything," said the other Sam, walking up to her. She grabbed Sam by the shirt, and ripped it open.

  "I did everything you asked," said Sam.

  "You did everything we asked," said the other Sam, roughly pulling off Sam's shirt.

  "I even let my body be modified, to give birth."

  "You successfully reproduced," said the other Sam, ripping off her bra. Sam winced.

  "And Dunlop was being trained to go back to the Stellar Union."

  "And Dunlop was being trained to go back to the Stellar Union," the other Sam repeated, almost mockingly. She opened Sam's skirt, and let it drop to the floor.

  "So why would you do this to us? Why would you replace us?" Sam asked.

  The other Sam pulled down Sam's panties. Then she pushed Sam back against the wall, where they stood face to face.

  "I'm afraid you have a fundamental misunderstanding of how the Hive works, Samantha," said the other Sam. "The needs of the Hive dictate everything." And with that last word, she smoothly stuck a finger between Sam's nether lips. Sam's mouth opened reflexively. The other Sam leaned forward and put her tongue in it, and kissed her deeply. For a moment, no words were spoken. Then the other Sam pulled back, with a satisfied smile.

  "The fact that you were so cooperative, the fact that you were so fertile, those were the reasons why we duplicated you," said the other Sam, still working her finger in and out of Sam. It was less a sexual act, than one meant to show power and dominance. "Your fertility was passed on to me. And soon so will your memories and personality. I can use them much better than you ever can. I was engineered with abilities you will never have," she said, sticking her finger in so deep that Sam gasped. The other Sam smiled as she made her point.

  "A brain that has been engineered to be loyal from birth to the Hive is much preferable to one that needs a rider, don't you agree?" And she stuck two fingers deep into Sam. "I said, don't you agree?"

  "Yes," Sam gasped.

  "Naturally, the same goes for Dunlop. We might have heavily programmed him to spread us in the Stellar Union, but without a rider, there was always a risk he could fall short. The new Dunlop you just met will never betray us. He will be much more reliable, and much more efficient," she said, and once again, she thrusted deeply inside Sam at the word 'Efficient'. "Don't you agree, Samantha?"

  "Yes," Sam said again, inhaling rapidly as she was penetrated.

  "I'm glad we are all in agreement. Now get down on your bed. You and I have some heavy fucking to do. Your last fuck, I'm afraid, Samantha, but I will try and make it a good one," said the other Sam.

  She gestured to the bed, and pointed. Sam found herself getting into bed, and lying on her back. She spread her legs submissively.

  "That's a good girl," the other Sam purred, getting on top of her. Sam whimpered as the other Sam spread her legs even further, to make more room for her. She rubbed her vagina against Sam's. "A very good girl." She started to kiss Sam furiously, and press her breasts tightly against hers.

  The sensation of having her own body rub against her was a new one for Sam. Despite her predicament, she began to get aroused. Her nipples hardened as a chill went through her. As the other Sam kindled her sexuality, the other Sam's face was also right above her, staring into her with hard green eyes. Sam felt her mind starting to be drained.

  "That's right, Sam. Feel the pleasure in your crude, animal like body while I take everything of value from your mind," said the other Sam. Her voice had a hypnotic effect, and time seemed to blur, and Sam's mind seemed to submerge in a sea of sexuality, as if she were communing.

  The next thing she knew she was sitting in the kitchen, with the other Sam. She was still naked. Her head hurt, and her body was sweating all over.

  The other Sam was downing glass after glass of water. "Thirsty work," she said, between glasses. "I'd offer you one, but soon you won't need it."

  Sam started at the droplets of sweat dripping from the other Sam's heavy breasts, and her nicely curved ass, and for the first time started to get a true understanding of what men saw in her. The other Sam saw her staring and smiled. "Do you like it? I'm sure I will be able to please Jack, now that I know how he likes to be kissed." She smiled as she saw Sam's reaction to that.

  The other Sam sat down next to her, and stared at her with those sexy green eyes as she combed her blonde hair over her forehead with her hand. "We're almost done, Sam. I just need a few more odds and ends from your head."

  "And then you will kill me."

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sp; "There really isn't any need for two Samantha Ardens, no matter how attractive and desirable we may be," she said, smiling at Sam.

  "We will defeat you," Sam said.

  "I presume that 'we' doesn't include you, because in a few minutes, you're not going to exist," said the other Sam. "It's so comical. Even at the end, you still don't understand what we did to you."

  "So why don't you explain it to me?"

  The other Sam paused. She knew Sam was stalling for time, delaying the inevitable. But she wanted to drive her point home, to thoroughly defeat her original. "You were programmed that way. Now that I have your memories, it's all so clear. Do you remember when Gavin programmed you, on that very first day, when you were first taken? Do you remember wondering what you were programmed to do? Well, part of your programming was an instruction not to resist. To cooperate. But we also planted some hope in you. False hope."

  "We instructed you to tell yourself not to resist, but to wait, to bide your time, to wait for the right moment to resist. A moment that would never come. That's how we got you to passively accept worm after worm. That's how we got you to Infect and fuck your best friend and secret lover. That's how we got you to lead your family to the slaughter. Remember how you watched Dad being fed to the spider? Or how your dear sister Katie had a spider put in her head? You did nothing because we told you that resistance was futile. The number one thing we stamped into your brain was that you could never, ever beat us. And so you never even tried."

  "Instead, you tried to cope by telling yourself that you would fight on another day. Well... here's another day. Nearly all your friends and family are dead or altered. You yourself are about to join them. And even now, at the end, you cling to a false hope. A false hope we gave you. Can you see how truly pathetic you are?"

  Sam stared at her other self. She wished she could wipe the smile off her face. But she sat there, with a heavy rider on her back, unable to do a thing.

  And then she remembered something Colonel Worth Rogers had said. He had said that the aliens would win if they could convince her that she couldn't fight back. But he said Sam could beat them if she could convince the Hive that she believed she was defeated, when she wasn't. So who had fooled whom?

  And as the other Sam laughed, Sam also remembered something Gretchen McCallister had said. How the famed Anna Rogers, whose mind had been so brutally remapped by the first alien invaders, somehow managed to climb out from all that conditioning and still beat them. If only Sam could be like Anna Rogers. If only she could struggle past the layers of control of her conditioning, and the giant five pound tripled banded rider on her back.

  "You seem at a loss for words, Sam," said the other Sam. "Come back to the bedroom, and we'll finish our business." She left for the bedroom, supremely confident that Sam would follow.

  Sam found herself getting up and following the other Sam. The other Sam had no rider, but she had the same plump buttocks Sam did. She watched them clench and unclench as she moved.

  In the bedroom, the other Sam mockingly waved her arm to the bed. Sam obediently lay down on her back, and the other Sam mounted her.

  "Now, where were we?" the other Sam smiled. She pressed her body and lips against Sam, and Sam felt her body dutifully responding...

  and then it was over.

  Sam blinked, and saw the other Sam above her. Sweat glistened on her face, on her bright blonde hair. She saw the other Sam smile at her.

  "We're all done here, Sam," she said cheerfully. She put her hands around Sam's throat. "Any last words?"

  Sam's gaze drifted down to the other Sam's breasts. They looked so large and heavy, the way they hung over her. Her erect nippled tits stood out surrounded by bright red areolas; her creamy white breasts were spotted with beads of sweat. In that moment, Sam suddenly knew why other men, and even women found her so attractive.

  In her final seconds of life, Sam wondered about Jack. Would he be forced to pair off with this new Sam? How would he feel about making love to the woman who had killed him? Would he even be able to get an erection for her, thinking of how she had killed her original? Would he be able to work himself up enough to ejaculate inside of her, or would his revulsion prevent him from coming? Or, given enough time, would he even forget she existed, and treat this duplicate like herself?

  For some reason, in the last seconds of her life, Sam was haunted by that fear, the fear that Jack could come to love her duplicate. In her gut, she felt that while Jack could be made to make love to the other Sam--she had seen that the Hive could make them do anything--she felt that Jack could never love her duplicate like he loved her.

  The other Sam smiled down at her. "He'll love me just as much as he loved you. Bet on it."

  Sam looked startled.

  "You forget, Sam, for the past few hours I've been doing nothing but reading your mind," said Sam. "It's sad that in your final moments you're focused on Jack. I could bring Jack in right now, and make love to him right here in front of you, and you would see exactly what I could make him feel for me."

  Suddenly, the other Sam's eyebrows raised."No. I have an even better idea. I'm not going to kill you, Sam." She sat back, and took her hands away from Sam's throat. "I'm going to do even better. I'm going to have you turned into a spider guard. Did you happen to notice them, Sam? They're kind of like the harem guard, except they have a black spider in their brain. The way it works is that they put a green liquid in your brain. Not the kind that erases your brain cells; no a stronger version that melts your brain tissue away entirely. Then the black spider oozes its way in, and takes total control. Then they finish you off with an arthropod exoskeleton mask over your face."

  "Just think of it, Sam! You'll be totally nude, in the Hive, with a human body from the neck down. You'll get to show off those gorgeous titties you admire so much. But from the neck up, you'll be all Insect. Your brain will be gone forever, and you'll live the rest of your life as a mindless spider guard."

  The other Sam smiled. "I'll work on Jack for a few days, conditioning him. From your memories, I can see that you have him wrapped around your little finger. I will too. When he's ready, I'll bring him to the cave, and have him fuck me in front of you. Then, I'll tell him that the spider guard in front of us is you." She leaned her face close to Sam. "And then I'll have Jack fuck me again."

  She slapped Sam on the ass. "So get up, and get dressed! This is your big chance you've been waiting for, to escape!"

  Sam slowly got up. She found her ripped clothes.

  "Oh, sorry about that. Get something else from your closet. We want you to look nice for the harem master," the other Sam grinned. "No, I have a better idea! Wear your Survey Service finest! You're so proud of that, aren't you? Major Samantha Arden? Get dressed, bitch!

  Sam woodenly went into her closet and got dressed. When she emerged, she was wearing her Survey Service skirt, pantyhose, blouse, jacket, and hat. Her face was a block of stone.

  The other Sam, still nude, saluted her. "Give me a kiss before you go."

  Sam walked over to the other Sam and pressed her lips against her. The other Sam looked disgusted. "You can do better than that."

  Sam came forward, and gave her other self a kiss filled with passion. The other Sam kissed herself, and for a moment they lovingly locked lips. When the other Sam pulled back, she said, "You see? We can make you do anything. And right now you are going to drive on down to the Hive and ask them to turn you into a spider guard. You'll do that, won't you, Sam?"

  "Yes," said Sam.

  The other Sam smiled. "I know you will. And on the way there, spend your last minutes thinking about the resilience of the human spirit, and how, when the time is right, you're going to break out of our control and save the world. You'll do that too, won't you, my little Sammie girl?"

  "Yes," said Sam.

  "Then go and get to it," said the other Sam, slapping her on the ass again. "I would say goodbye, but better to say, 'until next we meet'."

  She smiled as Sam ro
botically turned, and left the room.

  Sam marched to her car. Once again, she remembered the words of Colonel Rogers, telling her that the enemy could only win when they convinced you to stop fighting. She remembered Gretchen McCallister telling her how Anna Rogers resisted, and won, even under overwhelming alien mind control.

  Sam struggled to stop, or alter her course. She didn't budge a muscle. She had a three ringed rider on her back, who was controlling her completely.

  Or was it?

  Or was she simply letting it control her? She tried again, and this time paused a step. That wasn't much. But it was something.

  It had been so long since Sam had tried to resist. She had even forgotten was it was like to try.

  And then Sam got to her car. The car recognized her and opened the door.

  And then Sam tossed her car keys to the ground.

  Sam smiled, "Do you really think you're going to delay the inevitable that way, Sam?" She turned around, facing away from the car door, and, bending down on high heels, picked up the keys. Then she slowly stood up, intending to turn around and get into the car.

  At that moment, as she was standing up, Sam summoned all her ESPer powers, her ESPer powers she had never before tried to use to fight the creatures, and used all her will to send herself slamming backwards.

  Her back slammed hard against the sharp corner of the door. Sam cried out and fell. But that was nothing compared to the screaming in her mind.

  Suddenly, her rider started to flipflop on her back. She heard it cry in pain in her head, and she felt a deluge of liquid pouring down her back. It flapped its sides frantically, screamed some more, and stopped moving entirely.

  Sam experimentally tried to get up. She could. Her arms and legs were suddenly under her control again. Suddenly she felt the rider, on her back under her shirt, falling off. It dropped to her waist, still inside her shirt.

  Sam took off her jacket. There were large yellow stains on her back. She took off her blouse, and the smelly dead body of the rider crashed to the ground. It had been stabbed right in the middle.