The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.
(ff, mc, sf)
Agent Mindy Matthews stepped carefully across the field, feeling rather than hearing the burnt grass crunching beneath the boots of her hazardous materials suit. Around her lay the debris of the alien saucer craft, destroyed on the ground the night before by a fighter jet. During the night the Agency had hauled in dozens of trailers and the edge of the field now looked like a mobile home park. All around her scientists from the various research branches of the Agency were combing the field and taking parts of the saucer back to these trailers for examination. She knew that the remains of the alien crew would already be in one of the trailers. She had seen their corpses before at other crash sites-- white, elf-like creatures with black bulbous eyes and mere slits for mouths. Steven Spielburg had almost gotten their likeness perfect in Close Encounters of the Third Kind." Matthews had been taught at the Academy that these aliens shared many of the same physical characteristics as humans. Matthews felt great sympathy for them. As far as she knew they were a peaceful race, enslaved by the alien slugs that rode on their backs.
The alien slugs were the true enemy. They were parasites that attached themselves to a back of a host organism and connected to their spinal cord in order to completely control the thoughts and mind of their host. If one got onto the back of a human, that person became the willing puppet of the slug. For more than 50 years, the slugs had made repeated attempts to invade the Earth. Most of the time the alien saucers were detected and destroyed as they entered the Earth's atmosphere or as soon as they touched down on the ground. Occasionally a saucer would slip through and the slugs would establish a foothold among the human population. The Agency would then be called in to eliminate the threat and cover up what had happened by any means necessary. The Agency had so far been very successful in its mission, and very few people outside of the Agency even knew of the existence of the alien slugs.
Matthews had been with the Agency for two years and was considered a rising star in the organization. The word was that she was being groomed by the Director of the Agency to lead her own rapid response team. She was on her way to report in person to the old man himself and made her way purposefully towards one particular trailer at the furthest edge of the field. She entered an airlock at the end of the trailer and closed the exterior door. The door lock behind her and she removed her haz-mat suit and hung it on a peg on the wall. Underneath she was clad in a light blue spandex tube top and shorts and a what looked like a weird looking back brace. The brace was a special type of back armor made out of Teflon, specifically designed by the Agency to fit directly over the spinal column and protect the wearer from being taken by an alien slug. She removed the back armor and hung it by her haz-mat suit.
Matthews turned so her back was facing a security camera mounted on the wall and lifted her hair with one hand so that the back of her neck was exposed. Her spandex tube top and shorts fit her like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. She knew a security guard had been observing her at all times. Had she been slug ridden, the changing room could have pumped full of sleeping gas. Or poison.
A green light came on over the interior door and it unlocked and opened, revealing a guard on the other side. He was clad only in boots, underwear and a belt with a revolver. Matthews walked past him and headed down the length of the trailer, passing several agents working at computer stations on the way. The men were all in their underwear and the women were dressed in tight spandex like Agent Matthews. The Director of the Agency was obsessed with security. While at a crash site, no one was going come into contact with him wearing anything that could possibly conceal a slug.
Matthews let herself into the office at the end of the trailer and saw the silver-haired head of the Director behind the monitor of his computer. No one knew exactly how old the Director was, but he had been with the Agency since its creation. He was punching away at the keys on a computer keyboard and appeared not to notice that she had entered his office.
"You called for me, sir?"
The Director continued to type away on his keyboard without looking up. "I wanted to ask you about one the people that you stopped at your check point last night."
"Shouldn't Hoskins be in here as well, sir? He was in charge of the check point."
"I wanted to talk to you about a woman that you let through."
"There was the only woman that came through the check point last night, sir. Her name was Mary Calvert and her story checked out."
"And you believed her story?"
Matthews detected something in the Director's tone that immediately put her on edge.
"Yes, sir. Why is this important, sir?"
The Director turned his computer monitor so that Matthews could see it. On the screen was a scanned photograph of a shoe print.
"This is a foot print that we found just a few hundred feet away from this very trailer. It's a woman's sneaker."
"That couldn't be Miss Calvert's sneaker print, sir. My checkpoint was on County Road 115 a couple of miles to the east. There would have not been enough time for Miss Calvert to drive to the nearest connecting road and arrive when she did at the roadblock."
"That is assuming that we are correct as to the exact time that the saucer touched down. And there are several dirt farm roads which someone could take as a short cut to County Road 115."
"I examined the maps when we set up the roadblock, sir. There are no connecting roads."
The Director punched another key on his keyboard and an aerial photograph of what appeared to be a corn field appeared on the monitor.
"Someone made their own road last night. She took a farm road west and when she ran out of road, she drove through a forty-acre corn field to get to County Road 115."
Matthews saw a visible line on the photograph cutting across the field where the corn stalks had been knocked down. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"How do you know that the person that drove through the corn field was a she', sir?"
The Director punched a key and another shoe print appeared on the screen.
"Because she stopped on County Road 115, right after exiting the corn field, and took the time to wipe all of the corn husks off of her car. And she left the exact same sneaker print that was found near the saucer."
Matthews realized that her throat had gone dry. "I personally searched her, sir. She was not wearing a slug."
"And you noticed absolutely nothing unusual about her?"
Matthews didn't immediately answer.
The Director looked up and noticed the expression on her face. "What?" he abruptly asked.
"There was mud on her sneakers."
"And you let her go?" The Director growled.
"Her story checked out, sir."
"And where did you think she got the mud on her sneakers, Agent Matthews?"
Matthews thought it best not to try to answer this question
The Director didn't wait for an answer. "It is extremely probable that this Mary Calvert was in this field last night where the saucer had touched down. It is also extremely probable that Miss Calvert then made a extraordinary effort to quickly get away from here and get to County Road 115 by driving through a corn field. And it is extremely probable that Miss Calvert then lied to you about all of this at the check point."
The Director glared at Matthews, his eyes flashing.
"I want Miss Calvert taken into custody immediately. I want to find out what she saw last night. I want the docs to poke and prod every inch of her. Get out of here and get on it, Matthews."
Matthews quickly retreated from the Director's office.
The escort stood in the doorway, one hand on the strap of a gym bag and the other on the hip of her skirt.
"I'm Ashley," she said.
"Hi, Ashley," Mary said, pulling open the door to the hotel room that she and Jasmine had checked into around lunchtime. "Come on in. I'm Mary and this is Jasmine."
"Hi," Jasmine said. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and kicking her foot back and forth excitedly. Lying on the night stand next to her was a copy of the Louisville Eccentric Observer magazine. It was opened to one of the back pages and Ashley's ad was circled in pen.
Ashley took a long look at Mary and Jasmine. "You two are really, really cute. I kind of wasn't expecting this. I mean, my girlfriend and I do lesbian scenes for bachelor parties, but this is kind of a first for me."
Jasmine smiled at Mary. "It's kind of a first for us, too."
"We'll have fun. Like I told you on the phone earlier, if you want me to do just one of you while the other watches, that will be $300.00. But if you want me to do both of you, it will cost you $500.00."
Mary pulled five one hundred dollars bills out of her pocket and handed them to Ashley. The escort took the money and pushed the bills to bottom of the gym bag. Mary saw that the bag was full of sex toys and bottles of massage oil.
Ashley sat her bag down by the bed and slipped out of her feet out of her heels. "Well, like they say in the movies, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable." She smiled mischievously and started removing her clothes. Mary and Jasmine followed her lead, pulling their blouses over their heads.
"Your breasts are gorgeous," Ashley said approvingly. "I love the way your nipples are so hard and cute, you must be really turned on by this."
"We're always turned on," Mary purred seductively as she and Jasmine slipped out of their shorts.
"I can see that," Ashley said, her eyes lingering on their swollen, wet pussy lips dangling between their legs. "It looks like you two must have started without me. So who wants to have me first?"
"That would be me," Jasmine said softly, putting her arms around Ashley. Their lips brushed together and they locked in a wet kiss, probing and licking each other's tongues and mouths. Ashley slipped her hand down between Jasmine's legs and began carassing her. Jasmine started grinding against her hand until Ashley's fingers settled upon her swollen clit. Jasmine suddenly shivered and moaned into Ashley's mouth. Ashley broke the kiss and pulled away, examining her drenched fingers.
"That's was incredible," Ashley said. "I've never made my girlfriend cum that quickly. Hey, are you two on Ecstasy or something? Whatever it is, can I have some?"
Jasmine sat down on the edge of bed and patted the space next to her. "I promise that before we're done, I'll give you something that will make you cum like that."
Ashley smiled and selected a dildo from her gym bag. Jasmine laid back on the bed and lifted her feet in the air, reaching under her legs with her fingers to spread herself open for Ashley. Ashley climbed onto the bed and positioned herself opposite Jasmine. She placed a leg on each side of Jasmine's body and slowly slid one end of the dildo into Jasmine and the other into herself. Ashley reached out, interlocked her fingers with Jasmine, and pulled herself forward.
As Ashley began to slowly and rhythmically thrust against Jasmine, Mary slipped onto the bed and hugged the escort from behind. She gripped Ashley's breasts in her hands and looked over her shoulder as she fucked Jasmine. Jasmine quickly climaxed and Mary saw a stream of fluid spurt from her and soak Ashley's pussy. As Mary watched, a black tendril slowly crept out of Jasmine and began to slither around the dildo. Jasmine suddenly bucked and the tendril was pushed into Ashley's pussy. It shot into her and Mary felt Ashley spasm briefly in her arms.
Jasmine came again and the lower part of her Master slowly oozed out of her and onto the dildo, pulling itself by the tendril that had implanted itself into Ashley. Mary finally got her first look at a Master. It looked like a dark grey slug, shot through with black streaks. Mary was unsure of how long or wide it actually was, as only two inches were protruding from Jasmine and it appeared to have flattened and stretched itself out to be very thin to accommodate the dildo. As she watched, dark line began to form horizontally across the Master. It slowly separated along this line and split into two parts, the larger part retreating back into Jasmine and the smaller part pulling itself into Ashley.
Ashley had laid still with her eyes closed as her Master ascended into her and filled her. She started to gently push against Jasmine, making a soft, wet slapping sound which gradually grew louder as they began bumping together, faster and more frantically. Ashley made excited pleasure noises and squirmed from side to side clenching the bed sheets with her fists. She suddenly shrieked in ecstasy and Jasmine backed away pulling the dildo out of Ashley with a wet noise followed by a stream of pussy juices. Ashley fell back into Mary's arms, panting and shaking, and Jasmine laid down beside of her.
Mary ran her fingers through Ashley's hair. "Do you feel your Master growing inside of you, Ashley?"
Ashley looked down at her shaved pussy and saw her inner pussy lips continue to swell and spread, her swollen clit still hard and erect, her vagina remaining wet and ready for sex ... She had never felt so sexually aroused in her entire life.
"Yes."
"You are becoming host-slave like us."
"Yes."
"I am so happy for you, Ashley," Mary said. "This afternoon you will bring your girlfriend to us."
Ashley felt the tug of her conscious as she realized that if she did this, her girlfriend would be enslaved by Mary. She would be forced to watch as her lover's pussy took a Master and blossomed into a permanently sexually aroused state as she became host-slave ...
Ashley felt her pussy drip from her excitement.
"I will obey."
"My Master now needs to direct conference with your Master," Mary said.
Ashley felt something move inside of her. She moaned and parted her legs as the black tendril of her new Master descended out of her pussy. Mary slipped around and positioned herself over Ashley's waist, lowering her pussy and its own dangling tendril down onto Ashley. Both women sighed as their tendrils touched and fused into one.
Mary sat on Ashley and began rocking back and forth. Their joined Masters slid within them, stimulating Ashley in such a way that no dildo or cock had ever had. Ashley gyrated her hips with Mary and their swollen clits rubbed around in each other's wet pussies and they both came. And came ...
"Does it always feel this good?" Ashley moaned.
"Yes," Jasmine and Mary said in unison.
"Our agents from our Louisville office went to Mary Calvert's apartment a few hours ago," Matthew said. She was sitting across from the Director and Hoskins sat in the chair next to her as she gave her report.
"Jack Neal, the boyfriend of Jasmine Harmon, was the only person present at the apartment. He stated that both Ms. Calvert and Ms. Harmon were gone when he woke up this morning and he hasn't seen or heard from them. Mr. Neal allowed our agents to search the apartment. He pointed out that clothes, toiletries, and luggage belonging to both Ms. Calvert and Ms. Harmon were missing."
"Mr. Neal maintained that he had a good relationship with both women and stated that he did not know why his girlfriend would leave in the middle of the night. However when he was informed that he might be a suspect in a criminal investigation, Mr. Neal confessed that he had also had sexual intercourse with Mary Calvert last night. He said that she began flirting with him as soon as she got home and one thing lead to another. He stated that this was the only time that had ever had sex with Mary Calvert. He admitted that he later had sexual intercourse with Jasmine Harmon. Mr. Neal believed that his girlfriend may have found out that he cheated on her and that is why they both left."
"Mr. Neal was searched and found to be not wearing a slug."
Matthews flipped a page in her notebook and continued: "A check with the university indicated that Mary Calvert did not attend classes this morning. Banking records revealed that in the last twenty-four hours Mary Calvert stopped by three ATM machines in the Louisville area and removed all of the money from her checking account. Jasmine Harmon also went to an ATM machine this morning and obtained a large amount of cash. Our agents were able to obtain a security tape from one of the ATM machines. It should have been emailed to you."
The Director opened the file from his mailbox and a black and white video popped up on his monitor. It showed Jasmine withdrawing money from a ATM machine. Mary stood behind her, hugging her closely and looking over her shoulder.
The Director replayed the video. He hit the pause button, freezing the smiling faces of Mary and Jasmine on the screen. He stared at the monitor and spoke in a low voice.
"I want this Jack Neal picked up and taken to our facility in Atlanta. I want arrest warrants on Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon. We're going to play this as though they are wanted for the disappearance of Jack Neal. Leak the story to all of the Louisville stations as well as the major news networks. See that it airs on the evening news."
Matthews and Hoskins left the office to implement the Director's orders. Matthews realized that the cover up had already begun. Jack Neal would disappear and Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon would be eliminated while resisting arrest.
The door to the hotel room opened and Ashley's girlfriend Melanie walked in with a bag of groceries. Melanie had been talked by her lover into coming to the hotel room earlier that afternoon. She was now host-slave to the Master that rode in her pussy.
Mary had found that she enjoyed having sex with Melanie, her Master having suppressed any inhibitions that she had previously had about lesbism. She was host-slave and her pussy was to be used to enslave other host-slaves.
Later that afternoon, Mary and Jasmine had explored their new bi-sexually and in the process had discovered a way to combine their insatiable need for constant stimulation and orgasmic release with the need of their Masters to control their minds. They had taken turns going down on each other and finally embraced in the 69 position. As they lustfully licked each other into a state of semi-conscious bliss, their Masters had accessed their distracted minds and given them their instructions for the days ahead.
Melanie sat the bag of groceries down on the dresser. Mary and Jasmine reluctantly separated from each other and sat up in the bed, their bodies covered in perspiration and their faces wet. Melanie stood at the end of the bed and let her skirt slip to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a crotchless pair of red satin panties and she pulled them up by the sides so they rode high on her hips. The glistening, pierced lips of her swollen pussy bulged from the slit in the panties.
"These are much more comfortable that regular underwear," Melanie said. "They will not interfere when we direct conference or when we transfer Masters into host-slaves. I swiped some for you from work this evening."
Melanie took a plastic bag out of the grocery bag. It had the Frederick's of Hollywood logo on it and contained a numerous pairs of crotchless panties in several colors and designs. Mary and Jasmine got out of bed and each slid into a pair, Jasmine picking one in black satin and Mary in white lace. The three women stood in front of the bathroom mirror and admired the way they looked in their new undergarments.
Mary gazed at her reflection and examined the changes that had occurred to her since becoming host-slave. In addition to her permanently aroused and swollen pussy, her nipples always stayed erect and she noticed that her areolas had gotten larger and darker. She cupped and squeezed her breasts. They felt swollen and she was certain that they had gotten bigger and perkier. Her complexion also seemed clearer now and her skin felt softer. She looked almost ... radiant.
"I have acquired detailed information on the shopping mall," Melanie said. "My Master needs to share this information with your Masters by direct conference."
The three women continued to stare into the mirror, examining the changes that were happening to their bodies as black tendrils began to descend from their vaginas.
Ashley did not return to the hotel room that night. Her Master had her keep an appointment with a banker, infecting him with a slug that she knew would be spread to his secretary and his wife in the next few days. She also ran into the deputy sheriff who had agreed to help her out of a pending drug case in exchange for fucking her every now and then. Before the end of his shift the following morning, a Master would be in the pussy of the Metro police officer he was dating.