The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.
Mary looked up through her windshield and saw that the object was still overhead. It hovered over her car, barely noticeable against the night sky, and matched her speed perfectly as she drove down the road. A bright light suddenly erupted from underneath the object, catching her car in its beam. Mary lifted her right hand from her steering wheel and shielded her eyes from the light.
"Deja vu," she murmured.
The light suddenly went out and the object veered off to the east, flying low over a corn field. Mary watched as it turned away and saw that it was a black helicopter, kind of like the one she had recently seen in the movie "Black Hawk Down." She turned her attention back to the road and noticed a string of headlights ahead. It was unusual to see many vehicles on this road, especially this late at night. A glance at her speedometer confirmed that she was driving way over the speed limit and she slowed down as she approached the oncoming traffic.
As she got closer, the interior of the first vehicle lit up, revealing two soldiers in the front seat of a Humvee. The soldier in the passenger seat had flipped on a flashlight and was examining what appeared to be a map. The driver of the Humvee was speaking into what looked like a CB radio. He turned to stare at Mary as she drove past.
Mary glanced at each vehicle as she drove by. They were all military vehicles. Humvees, trucks, armored personnel carriers ... there were so many that she quickly lost count. She looked back in her rearview mirror as she drove past the last vehicle of the convoy. One of the Humvees had pulled off the road and waited until the convoy had passed it. It then made a U-turn and quickly sped up to fall in behind Mary's car.
Mary took her eyes off of the rearview mirror and concentrated on the road ahead. Just over the next hill was the on-ramp to the Interstate that would take her home. She crested the hill and immediately took her foot off the gas pedal and began pumping her brakes. The road ahead of her was completely blocked by a barricade of parked military vehicles. A soldier was standing in her lane and waving a flashlight back and forth. Mary came to a stop just short of where he was standing and the Humvee that had been following her pulled up behind her car so that it was almost touching her back bumper.
Mary rolled down her window as the soldier with the flashlight walked up to her car. "What's going on?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but there has been a terrorism alert for this area." The soldier played the flashlight over the interior of her car. "I'm afraid that we are going to have to search your car. Please turn off your engine for me and step out of your car."
The name patch on the soldier's uniform read Hoskins.' Mary smiled sweetly at him.
"Oh please, do I look like a terrorist?"
"No, ma'am. Please turn off your engine and step out of your car."
Mary noticed that the soldier had placed his hand on the pistol at his belt. She suspected that if Hoskins' had to ask her a third time to exit her car, he probably wouldn't stay please."
Hoskins trained his flashlight on her as she got out of her car. She was wearing tight blue jean shorts and a sleeveless blouse of an orange, silky material that provided a perfect view of the top halves of her tanned breasts and the long, deep line of the cleavage that separated them. Her blouse pulled taut against her chest as she stood up, perfectly molding her breasts and the bumps of her nipples. Mary glanced at Hoskins and expected to catch him staring at her breasts, but for some reason his eyes seemed fixated on her back.
Mary watched as several soldiers began searching through the front and back seats and under the truck and hood of her car. Hoskins turned and shouted to someone on the far side of the road.
"Matthews! I have a female detainee here!"
A soldier came jogging up. Mary noticed that Matthews' stood out from the rest of the soldiers. For one thing, she was apparently the only female soldier at the roadblock. For another thing, she was wearing surgical gloves ...
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Matthews said, "but I'll have to frisk you for weapons. Please turn around."
Mary turned around and Matthews made a quick show of patting the pockets of her shorts. She then went immediately to Mary's back, feeling first under her hair at the base of her neck and then running her fingers down her spine. When she got to Mary's shorts, she put her hand on Mary's bottom and pushed gently against her tail bone.
"What type of weapons do you think you're going to find down there?" Mary asked, looking back at Matthews over her shoulder. She wiggled her bottom and a couple of the soldiers laughed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, my hand must have slipped," Matthew said, not very unconvincingly. She pulled off her latex gloves and stuffed them into a pocket. "She's clean."
A soldier stepped around the car and handed what looked like a card to Matthews. Matthews clicked on a small flashlight that was attached to the front of her uniform and examined the card.
"Mary Calvert, age 21, Poplar Level Apartments, Louisville, Kentucky ... you're a long way from Louisville tonight, Miss Calvert."
"How did you get my driver's license?" Mary asked. She looked back at the soldiers rooting around in her car and saw that they had dumped the contents of her purse out on the passenger seat. "Hey, what gives you guys the right to go through my purse?"
"The Patriot Act, ma'am," Matthew said, again unconvincingly. She pulled a notebook and pen from her shirt pocket and began writing down information from Mary's license. "This area is now under marital law due to the terrorist threat. We have to search each and every person and vehicle exiting this area. If you answer my questions, I promise that you will be on your way shortly. Now, why are you on this road this evening?"
"I went to my dad's this weekend. He lives in Tell City."
"Did you just leave his house?"
"Yes." Mary heard the soldiers behind her shut the truck and hood of her car.
"Did you make any stops after leaving your father's home?"
A jet flew overhead. "No."
"Have you seen anything unusual this evening?"
"Other than you guys?"
Another jet roared overhead, flying east. Matthews tapped her pen on her notebook.
"No," Mary said, looking up at the night sky.
"Is the address on your driver's license correct?"
"Yes."
"Do you live with anyone at that address?"
"My roommate Jasmine and her boyfriend Jack."
"Are they at home this evening?"
"Jack should be. Jasmine's at work right now."
"I need your telephone number and your father's telephone number."
Mary gave the requested information and Matthews wrote the numbers down and handed them to Hoskins. He walked over to a truck that was bristling with antennas and climbed into the cab.
"Are you employed?"
"No, I'm a student at the university. Look, I have a early class tomorrow, so can I go now?"
"As soon as we corroborate your story with your father and your roommate."
Mary and Matthews considered each other while they waited. They each had dark auburn hair that fell below their shoulders and they were both about the same height and weight. Neither of them were strangers to the tanning bed. They both had dark brown eyes and very full lips. Matthews figured that she could probably pass as Mary's older sister.
The other soldiers had finished searching the car and gathered around Mary. Matthews saw that several of them were shining their flashlights on Mary's blouse, playing the light in circles over the bumps of her nipples. Mary seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the soldiers.
"Do you normally go around without a bra on, Miss Calvert?"
"I sometimes take mine off when I drive. Do you normally go around and pat women on their butts?"
Several of the soldiers laughed.
"Alright, at ease!" Hoskins barked. The soldiers turned off their flashlights and stood around looking busy as Hoskins walked back to Matthews.
"I contacted both her father and someone at her apartment named Jack Neal," he said. "Her story checks out."
There was a loud thump in the distance and the ground shook for a second. The soldiers glanced about nervously. Hoskins had left the door to the truck open and a radio crackled inside: "... target destroyed on the ground ..." One of the soldiers quickly ran back and shut the door to the truck.
Hoskins whispered something to Matthews. She nodded and turned to Mary, holding her driver's license out to her.
Matthews nostrils suddenly flared. She was staring down at Mary's feet and quickly pulled the license back as though she had changed her mind about giving it to Mary. Mary glanced down to see what she was looking at and saw specks of fresh mud on the sides of her tennis shoes.
She and Matthews both looked back up at the same time and their eyes met.
"C'mon Matthews, we need to get a move on." Hoskins said.
Matthews continued to stare into Mary's dark brown eyes. A bead of sweat formed on the side of Mary's forehead. Matthews suddenly threw her arm up and waved it in a quick circle over her head. Mary was startled by the sudden movement and took a step backwards.
A engine roared to life and one of the Humvees parked across the road backed up. Matthews handed the driver's license back to Mary.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Calvert. Please have a safe drive home."
Mary quickly climbed back into her car and drove through the opening in the roadblock. She turned onto the on-ramp and headed east on the Interstate towards Louisville. She saw that the next two exits were also blocked by police cars and military vehicles.
Mary drove on until she came to the tourist information center near the Indiana-Kentucky border. She pulled into the rest area and found an unlit part of the parking lot that was far from any other cars. Her hands were shaking as she turned off her engine.
Mary slowly worked the buttons on her blue jeans shorts. She slid them down to her knees and shifted uncomfortably in seat, acutely aware of the way her damp panties were clinging to her skin. She slipped her hand into her panties and shuddered with guilty pleasure as her fingers came into contact with the swollen creases of her sex. Her fingers lingered there and she had to fight the urges that suddenly possessed her, concentrating intently on the task that she had to do. She slid her fingers lower and slowly inserted her index finger inside of her. Her finger entered her easily and she pushed it in deeper and deeper until she felt the tip of her nail brush against ...
Something moved inside of her, slowly recoiling away from her finger. Mary squealed and jolted upright in her seat. She quickly pulled out her finger and rubbed her thumb and finger together. Her finger was wet.
Mary frantically looked over in her passenger seat and saw where the soldiers had dumped out the contents of her purse. Her compact was lying there. It had a light in it and a mirror. Maybe she could hold the mirror up to her and try to see what was inside of her ...
Mary breathed in deeply and reached for the compact. She hesitated, suddenly enthralled by the way her blouse stretched and caressed her breasts when she had moved her arm. She moved her arms slowly back and forth, enjoying the way her hard nipples tingled when the silky fabric rubbed against them. She was conscious of the feel of the strands of her hair brushing against her neck and shoulders and she playfully ran her hand through her hair. She felt a few stands of hair sticking to her finger and she examined what was drying there. She was filled with a perverse desire to place her finger in her mouth and lick and taste ...
Mary closed her eyes and shook her head. She had to stay focused. For some reason her body was responding to everything as sexual stimuli, and her mind was being overwhelmed as she attempted to process it all. What had she been thinking about? The compact! She needed the compact to look at herself ...
... her finger had felt so good inside of her ... perhaps the compact could wait for a few minutes ...
"Why are you doing this to me?" Mary groaned. It was becoming impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than releasing her sexual tension.
... she had surrendered to the urges before ... it had seemed so wrong and dirty, but her pussy had ached and she had pleasured herself and she had received her instructions and she had followed her instructions perfectly ...
"Yes. I did what you wanted," she whispered. "I got us through the roadblock, just like you told me to. Now, please, let me go a hospital. I need to see a doctor. Please ..."
... she had been so good, so obedient and there were new instructions for her, important things that she needed to do ...
"What do you want from me?"
... her pussy ached to be touched ... it felt so good to touch herself ... she needed to surrender to the urges ...
Mary looked down and saw that her hand had slipped back into her panties. Her damp panties clung against her hand as she cupped her vulva in her palm and used her fingers to explore its slippery contours. Her hand moved like it had a mind of its own, as if she was absent mindedly playing with her hair or a piece of clothing.
"Let me know what you want me to do."
... surrender to the urges ... her pussy was so wet and swollen and it felt so good to touch her pussy ...
She was so aroused and sensitive ... she had never, never felt like this before. She closed her eyes and let her fingers work their way into the slick folds of her pussy.
"I'll do what you want me to do."
... obedience is desired ... surrender to the urges ... touching her pussy felt so good ... obedience is good ...
Pretending to be obedient was making her feel so ... horny. Her fingers settled upon her clit and she began massaging herself with her index and middle fingers. Her clit had never felt so sensitive ...
"Tell me what you want me to do."
... obedience is good ... obedience brings pleasure ...
Mary threw her head back and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it and feeling her heart pound in her chest as she rubbed her clitoris with her fingers. She knew she was going to lose her mind if she didn't find release soon.
"I ... want ... to ... obey ..." Mary whispered each word between short, sharp gasps of breath.
... obedience is good ... she will cum soon and receive her instructions ... and her obedience will bring pleasure ...
She felt her pulse quickening and she knew she was going to cum soon.
"I ... will ... obey ... "
Mary cried out "obey" and climaxed right after she said it. Her vagina and anus throbbed with muscle contractions and she felt incredible pressure building up inside of her as she furiously worked her clit with her fingers.
"I ... will ... obey ..."
Mary screamed as she came again. She felt something like her bladder releasing and she gushed over her fingers, soaking her panties and the driver's seat. The warm tingling sensation that had been building up in her pussy shot like electricity throughout her body. Her head lolled back against her seat and she blissfully tottered on the brink of consciousness, uncaring and defenseless. Something began pawing through her mind and Mary began to day-dream ...
"I will obey."
Mary's breathing became more relaxed and she opened her eyes and focused them on the digital clock on the dashboard. She slowly turned her head and looked in the seat next to her where the compact was, her need for it now forgotten along with any thoughts of going to a hospital. Lying next to the compact was her ATM card. She needed to find an ATM machine. She needed cash. A lot of cash.
"I will obey."
If she left now, she could stop by a ATM machine and still get home a few hours before her roommate Jasmine got off from work.
"I will obey."
Mary pulled up her shorts and started her car. She left the rest area and got back onto the Interstate heading towards Louisville.
Jasmine's boyfriend Jack was at home right now. All alone.
"I will obey."
Mary sat in the dark on the edge of her bed, listening to the muffled sounds of her roommate Jasmine and her boyfriend Jack having sex in their room down the hallway. Her nightgown was open from the waist down and she passed the time by rubbing her fingers over herself, exploring the incredible changes that had occurred to her in the past few hours.
She was host-slave now. Host-slave.' She had been taught that word to describe the purpose she now served. And the thing inside of her was her Master.' Her Master had taught her that too.
"I am host-slave," Mary whispered. "I will obey."
She had stayed in her room when Jasmine had gotten home from work. Normally she would have been up and would have hung out with Jasmine and Jack for a while, but tonight her Master had wanted them to think that she had gone to bed early and was asleep. She needed to be out of sight. Her presence might have proven embarrassing for Jack after what had happened earlier.
Mary took her hand out from between her legs and rubbed her fingers together. They were wet with her juices. And Jack's.
Her Master had instructed her to have sex with Jack and she gave herself to him as soon as she came home. The sex been incredible, the best that she had ever had. Her Master had done something to her ... was doing something to her ... that made her pussy so aroused and sensitive.
Mary smiled as she remembered the great time that Jack had given her. And she had given something to Jack. Something that he would soon give to Jasmine.
Mary felt herself quiver as she realized that Jasmine would soon join her as host-slave, her pussy becoming the perfect vessel for the Master that it would carry ...
She heard Jasmine cry out and the sounds of their love-making ceased.
Mary reached over and turned on the lamp on her nightstand, knowing that its light would be visible from under her door. She closed her nightgown around her waist and sat patiently on the edge of her bed. After a while, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door to her room opened with a soft creaking sound.
"Mary? Are you up?"
Jasmine stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of sweat pants and Jack's T-shirt. Her long blond hair was slightly disheveled.
Mary smiled. "Hey Jaz, come on in. Shut the door so we won't wake up Jack."
Jasmine cringed slightly when Mary mentioned Jack's name. She stepped inside and closed the door.
"I think ... I think I need to go to the emergency room." Tears welled up in the corners of Jasmine's eyes. "I think Jack did something to me, when we ... we ... had sex ...."
"You're fine, Jaz. Everything is alright."
"You don't understand. When he came, it felt like ... it felt like his cum was moving inside me ..."
"I know."
Jasmine didn't hear Mary. "And I feel funny now ... like something is happening to me."
"I know."
Jasmine heard Mary this time and stared at her. Mary stood up from the bed.
"I was scared too, just like you are right now. But very soon you will understand. There are still many things that I am figuring out."
"What are you talking about Mary?"
"Like I wondered why I had to have sex with Jack, but now I know."
"You-you-you had sex with Jack?," Jasmine stammered.
"It was so easy to seduce Jack. I think he's wanted me for a long time. And we knew he would have sex with you when you got home from work."
"Why are you telling me this," Jasmine said in a hoarse whisper.
"I had to infect Jack so Jack could infect you."
Mary smiled at Jasmine and slipped out of her nightgown.
"For some reason it works differently with men. They don't know that they are carriers."
"Oh my God, this is not happening, this is not happening," Jasmine murmured.
"I had to do it, Jaz. They need women as hosts. I think they feed on our blood, like a leech"
"This is not happening ..."
"Yours should be almost mature by now. They grow really fast once they are inside of you."
Mary shifted her stance and slightly thrust out her hips, presenting herself so that her pussy was visible. The glistening folds of her pussy lips were completely engorged and dangled from the cleft between her legs. Mary used the fingers of both hands to spread them apart, revealing her erect clitoris and moist vaginal opening.
"Look at what it has done to my pussy, Jaz. Isn't it beautiful?"
Jasmine found herself staring at her roommate and unable to look away. Her pussy did look beautiful in its obscenely aroused state ...
Jasmine tried to think of something else. "This is not happening ...," she whispered.
"They implant thoughts in our minds to let us know what they want us to do. Its like day-dreaming. Mine has spent most of the night reading my mind and trying to explain what is happening to me. They can probe your mind better when your concentration is ... ah ... broken."
Mary closed her eyes and began rubbing her swollen clit.
Jasmine's pussy began to ache and she felt a sudden need to masturbate, to stroke herself in unison with Mary until they both came. With great effort, she pushed that thought from her mind.
Mary moaned loudly and a stream of fluid dribbled from between her legs and onto the carpet. Jasmine stared in disbelief at her roommate cumming right in front her. She saw something dangling between Mary's legs and mistook it at first glance to be the string of a tampon.
But this string was black. And it moved ...
Mary opened her eyes and smiled at Jasmine.
Jasmine knew that she should scream, that she should run from Mary's room and flee the apartment. But feelings fear and confusion were being pushed from her mind and replaced with the desperate need to satisfy the growing ache in her pussy ...
And some reason, the black string dangling out of Mary looked so ... inviting ...
And Mary so looked ... inviting ...
The black string snaked upward and pointed towards Jasmine.
Jasmine felt something move inside her. She gasped and arched her back.
"It's happening, Jaz," Mary said as she pulled and pulled her roommate's sweat pants down from around her hips. "Don't fight it anymore. We're going to have so much fun ..."
Jasmine stood passively while her roommate undressed her, biting her lower lip and trembling as she felt something inside of her slowly slithering down into her lower vagina. Goosebumps appeared on her arms as Mary traced her fingers over her body. Mary's fingers circled in on Jasmine's patch of damp public hair and then plunged into the rapidly swelling folds of her pussy.
A large drop of Jack's cum dropped out of Jasmine and landed on her sweat pants. Jasmine looked down and saw that her own glistening, black tendril was extending out of her and wiggling between Mary's fingers.
Her Master was seeking out Mary's tendril.
Jasmine looked up and saw Mary standing before her expectantly. The tendrils from their pussies were only inches apart.
"I will obey," Jasmine said and stepped into Mary's arms.