The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.
(ff, mf, mc, sf)
Matthews followed the Director down a seemingly endless corridor. They were in the Agency's complex maze of research facilities beneath the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia. She and the Director had flown into Atlanta that morning, leaving Hoskins in charge at the crash site. Most of the saucer debris had already been removed to any one of the dozen secret locations operated by the Agency and by tomorrow morning there would be nothing left at the crash site but a burnt area of pasture.
They passed through one security checkpoint after another. Access to the area they were now in was restricted to only those employees of the Agency with the highest of security clearances. The regular staff of the CDC believed that this complex was devoted to government-sponsored research into vaccines against biological terrorism. Matthews was one of the few who knew that what was actually researched here was considered a far more dangerous threat to the nation's security than germ warfare.
Matthews examined the numerous colored stripes that ran along the floor of the corridor. They were all labeled every twenty feet or so feet and occasionally one of the stripes would branch off into a side corridor. Matthews read the stripes as she walked along: ‘Security, Canteen, Toxicology, Surgery, Radiology, A Labs, B Labs, Decontamination ...' She and the Director were following one particular blue stripe along the floor labeled ‘Quarantine.' Matthews saw that there was a black stripe that kept going down the corridor and lead to an area furthest from the entrance. This stripe was unmarked, but Matthews knew that if it had a label it would read ‘Alien Containment.' The stripe lead to the most secured part of the complex, the place where the Agency stored the slugs that it had captured. She had been there once before and had examined the rows of dead slugs floating in glass tubes of formaldehyde and the cages of chimpanzees with live slugs riding on their backs.
The ‘Quarantine' stripe ended at a pressurized door and the Director punched a code into a keypad. The door whisked open and they entered what appeared to a hospital ward. They passed a deserted nurse's station and turned down a corridor lit by muted fluorescent lights. Dozens of electronically locked doors were on each side of the corridors. These doors each lead to a secured hospital room surrounded by a suite of observation rooms. The Director stopped at a door near the end of the corridor and punched away on another keypad. The door unlocked and they stepped inside a small room lined with dozens of computer screens monitored by two orderlies in white protective suits. The computer screens showed different angles of Jack Neal sitting on a bed in hospital room.
The Director and Matthews passed through this room and entered an observation room containing a conference table and chairs. A large plexiglass window filled one side of the room and Matthew looked in and observed Jack Neal sitting on his bed some ten feet away. Jack didn't appear to notice them and Matthews suspected that the window was both sound-proofed and designed to appear as a mirror on his side.
A woman in a lab coat was sitting at the conference table and watching Jack Neal. She appeared to be in her mid 40's, with short black hair streaked with grey. Her blue eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence behind gold-rimmed glasses. She stood up as they entered and the Director shook hands with her.
"Dr. Rose Jeffries, this is Agent Mindy Matthews. What have you found out for us, doctor?"
"Well, we ran a complete battery of tests on Jack Neal this morning. He appears normal in all aspects, neurological and physical, except for one thing." Dr. Jeffries picked up a MRI film that was lying on the conference table and pointed to area on it with her pen. "As you can see, there is some type of blockage in the ejaculatory duct of the patient's prostrate gland."
The Director looked at the MRI image. "That is a goddamn slug."
"If this is an alien life form, then it is one that we have not encountered before and it is certainly not controlling the patient's mind. As you can see, it is not connected in any way to the patient's nervous system or spinal column."
"How did it get in there?"
"I can only speculate, but I would guess that the slug entered him through sexual contact with Mary Calvert."
"Get it out of him."
"That may be difficult, sir. Due to the location of the alien we won't be able to reach it without invasive surgery."
"I don't care if you have to cut his pecker off. Just get that slug out of him alive and undamaged so the boys in Research can find out what it is and what it does."
"If we operate, there is a risk to both the patient and the alien."
"A risk to the alien?" The Director thought a moment. "If you are correct and Jack Neal was infected by sexual contact with Mary Calvert, then would it be equally probable that he later infected Jasmine Harmon through sexual contact."
"Yes, that is probable."
Matthews didn't like how the Director was staring at her as he thought about this.
The intercom on the table buzzed. Dr. Jeffries pushed a button and a voice came over the speaker.
"There is an urgent call from the crash site for the Director."
"Put it through."
The excited voice of Hoskins came through the speaker.
"Sir, we just received a report from someone who saw the suspects yesterday afternoon checking into a hotel in Louisville. Our agents and local law enforcement are there now and they've identified the car parked in front of the hotel room as belonging to Mary Calvert. They have the room under surveillance and are waiting for you to give the word to move in ..."
Agent Dana Lentz slowly unlocked the door, being extremely careful not to make any noise as she turned the master key in the lock. She drew her gun and gave a hand signal to the three agents behind her. She turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, charging into the hotel room with the other agents following on her heels with their guns drawn. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, one of the agents kept moving through the room and kicked open the bathroom door. "Clear!" he yelled.
"Dammit!" Agent Lentz said. She quickly looked under both beds. The hotel room was empty.
"Dammit!" she said again. The bed were unmade and Lentz noticed several stains on the bed sheets.
"Okay search the place, dust for prints, bag everything. These sheets, the bath towels, the garbage, everything. Tear the carpet off the floor. The Director wants it all flown to Atlanta this afternoon."
Lentz left the room and walked across the parking lot to a black van. She rapped her knuckles on the van and the side door slid open revealing a bank of communication and surveillance equipment being monitored by two agents.
"The room was empty. It looks like they checked out. Call Hoskins and give him the bad news. I'm going to interview the hotel staff."
Lentz shut the door to the van and walked across the parking lot to the hotel lobby, cursing under her breath. She had been assigned to the Louisville office for the last two years and this was her first chance at seeing any action. Hell, they didn't let her team work the crash site and it was only an hour away. She was sure that nabbing the Calvert woman and her roommate would have established her reputation with the Agency and lead to bigger and better things. But with the two suspects still at large, agents would now be transferred in droves to the Louisville area and it was only a matter of time before someone else was assigned to take charge of the Louisville operation.
Lentz entered the hotel lobby and walked to the front desk where she had left a Metro police officer waiting with the hotel manager and a Latino maid.
"Thank you again for helping us out on such short notice, Officer ... um..."
"Julie Owens," the police officer said, shaking Lentz's hand. Lentz noted with envy that Officer Owens was pretty and quite voluptuous.
"I'm glad that I could help out. Did you catch them?"
"No. Their room was empty."
The hotel manager stood behind the reception desk, nervously pulling on a strand of her red hair. "They must have left this morning without checking out," she said to Lentz. "They only paid for one night. Selina was in there just before you arrived and the room was empty." The maid nodded.
Lentz handed the master key back to the manager. "I know this is going to be an inconvenience, but that hotel room is a crime scene and its going to have to be off limits for a while. I need to take a statement from you and Selina and then I'll let you both get back to work."
"We can use my office. It's back here." Lentz followed the manager and the maid behind the reception desk. Owens, the buxom police officer, followed along behind her.
Lentz watched the way the manager's bottom moved as she walked down the hallway to her office. As they entered the manager's office, Lentz stared at back of the maid's skirt. Neither of them appeared to be wearing undergarments.
Warning signals began going off in Lentz's mind. Anything unusual was grounds to suspect alien infection. She slipped her hand inside her blazer and slowly reached for the gun holstered at her side ...
She felt something press against her back and there was a humming noise. Her entire body went rigid. The thing on her back vibrated and held her fast for two, three, four, five seconds ...
The humming noise stopped and Lentz collapsed, falling forward into the arms of the maid and the hotel manager. They lowered her gently to the floor and Lentz looked up and saw Officer Owens standing over her and holding a stun gun.
Agent Lentz felt so weak and disoriented. She was dimly aware that the maid and the hotel manager were unfastening her pants and pulling them down around her ankles. She tried to kick her legs, but she couldn't move. She couldn't even lift her arms.
The maid stepped over Lentz and hiked up the skirt of her uniform. She squatted down over Lentz and began fingering herself, giving the agent an excellent look at her incredibly swollen and wet pussy lips dangling from a patch of black pubic fur. Lentz watched helplessly as the maid quickly came and her pussy lips parted open as something dark and grey began to ooze out of her wet hole ...
The Director slipped into the observation room and sat down beside Dr. Rose Jeffries. The observation window gave them an excellent view of the naked body of Agent Matthews as she and Jack Neal engaged in sexual intercourse in the next room.
The Director saw a nurse's uniform lying on the floor by the hospital bed. "I see that Mr. Neal bought Agent Matthew's story that she was a lonely nurse."
"This is abhorrent," Dr. Jeffries muttered.
"If sexual contact spreads the slug to a new host, then it stands to reason that the best way to get a specimen is to engage the patient in sexual intercourse under controlled laboratory conditions."
"I cannot stress my objection strongly enough to what you are doing."
"Oh come now, doctor. Should we not explore all reasonable alternatives before resorting to invasive and possibly dangerous surgery on the patient?"
"I seem to recall that earlier you were willing to cut off the patient's penis. I think your only concern is that surgery might damage or destroy the alien life form. I can't believe that you would make Matthews do this."
"She volunteered like the good soldier she is."
"After you have been berating her for days that she let Mary Calvert slip past her. Are you not concerned that she herself could be infected by the alien?"
"They are using a condom that will contain and capture the slug. And if anything should go wrong, Matthews will give a hand signal and we'll get her out of there."
"This is so wrong," Dr. Jeffries said, shaking her head.
"I'm cumming," Jack panted.
"Oh God, yes Jack, please! Please cum for me, please, please, cum for me!" Matthews glanced over at the mirrored window on the wall and wondered how many people were watching her. ‘The quicker we get this over, the better', she thought to herself.
She felt something warm shoot inside of her followed by a sudden stinging sensation in her lower back, right above her ass checks.
"Noooooooo," she moaned. She lifted her hand ...
... and immediately placed it back on the bed.
"What's wrong?," Jack asked, pausing in mid-stroke.
Matthews lifted her legs and pressed her thighs against Jack's hips with amazing strength.
"Don't stop," she purred.
Dr. Jeffries jumped out of her seat. "That was the hand signal!"
"No it wasn't. See, she put her hand down. Dammit, doctor, sit down and let them finish."
"The patient said he had ejaculated!"
"Well, he must have been wrong because they're still going at it."
"Let me get rid of this for you." Matthews said, removing Jack's condom and dropping it into a trash can by the bed. She rolled off the bed, turned her back towards the observation room and bent over to pick up her nurse's uniform.
She quickly examined herself as she picked up the uniform. Rather than returning to a pre-coital state, her pussy remained incredibly aroused. As she watched, her inner labia continued to swell and turn a glorious shade of red.
She had never felt this sexually stimulated before. The knowledge that she had a slug inside of her was making her more excited and horny with each passing second.
‘Command me,' she thought to herself. ‘Please command me.'
She closed her eyes for a brief moment and exhaled in a contented sigh. Her eyes flickered open and she picked up the nurses outfit and stuffed her panties into one of the pockets.
"I've got to get back to work, Jack. Thank you." Matthews said, slipping into the uniform. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, for ... everything."
She whispered softly in his ear: "In a few minutes some doctors are going to come in here and try to take you away for an operation. You've got try to get out of here." She pulled away and noted with satisfaction the stunned look on Jack's face.
She blew him a kiss and picked the trashbag containing the spent condom. The door to the room opened and Matthews quickly stepped through. The door slid shut behind her and she found herself in the hallway outside of the observation room. A scientist and two guards in white protective suits were waiting for her.
Matthews handed over the trash bag to the scientist.
"Be careful. There's a slug in there."
"Good work, Matthews." A embarrassed expression crossed his face as he remembered the type of ‘work' that Matthews just had to engage in. He quickly averted his eyes from Matthews and carefully peered into the trash bag. "There's nothing in here."
"There's a slug in the condom. I saw it."
"The condom is in here, but no slug."
"Oh God," Matthews said, "If its not in there, then it must have escaped. It's in the room with Jack!"
The scientist muttered a curse word and hit a button on the wall. The door slid back open. Jack Neal was standing on the other side with his fists clenched.
"I'm leaving! Right now!" he yelled and lunged forward. The scientist had been moving through the door and they collided together in the doorway. Jack threw a punch at him.
"You can't keep me here," he screamed. "I'm an American! I have rights!"
The guards hesitated for a second and then pushed their way past Matthews and tackled both Neal and the scientist, knocking them both kicking and screaming back into the room. Matthews hit the button and the door shut behind them. She heard everyone continuing to struggle on the other side.
She quickly walked down the hallway and passed the observation room. The Director saw her as she walked by and gave her a thumbs up. He then turned his attention back to the observation window, watching the altercation between Jack Neal and the guards in the hospital room.
A nurse meet Matthews at the end of the hallway.
"Hello, Agent Matthews, I'm Tammi Lockhart. Where are the guards?"
"Mr. Neal was being difficult."
"Oh, that's not like him, he's usually such a sweetie. Well, follow me and we'll get these tests out of the way."
The nurse entered a code into a keypad and they entered a hospital room that looked identical to the one that Jack Neal was being held in.
"Have a seat on the bed, Agent Matthews and I'll take your blood pressure."
Tammi let her fingers linger on Matthews wrist while she was taking her pulse. "That nurse's uniform really looks good on you," she said with a wink. "You ought to come work with me."
"Thank you, Tammi. You look very sexy in your uniform, too."
Tammi blushed, "Um ... thank you, Agent Matthews."
"Please call me Mindy." Matthews was fidgeting on the edge of the bed, rapidly opening and closing her legs.
"Okay ... Mindy. I'm going to need for you to take off your clothes and put on this hospital gown and then I'll take you to get your MRI and bloodwork."
"I can't go with you to get an MRI."
"Why not?"
"Because Dr. Jeffries will see that I have a slug inside of my pussy."
Tammi laughed nervously. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, wondering where the security guards were. When she turned back she saw that Matthews had placed her hand under her uniform. The uniform was hitched up and Tammi could see that Matthews wasn't wearing underwear.
"Please tell me your lying," Tammi whispered.
"Yes, I'm lying."
A look of relief followed by a smile appeared on Tammi's face.
"I really have two slugs in my pussy." Matthews shuddered and there was a wet noise. "This one is for you."
Matthews suddenly leaped off of the bed and landed in front of Tammi. Tammi backpedaled for the door, but Matthews caught her by her arm and pulled her back. She forced her lips on the surprised nurse before she could scream and slid her hand under Tammi's uniform. Tammi felt something warm and wet in Matthew's hand as it pressed against the sheer top of her panty hose. She heard her hose rip and felt something tingling on her pussy followed by a stinging sensation in her lower back.
Tammi stopped struggling and returned Matthews kiss. She suddenly and unexpectedly felt so horny. She had a strong desire to fill her pussy with an object, any object ... fingers, a cock, a sex toy, anything. It was a growing vaginal ache and it was being pleasantly satisfied by whatever was slithering inside of her. She parted her legs and sighed contentedly as she felt it growing larger.
"Agent Matthews ...," she moaned between kisses.
"Call me Mindy."
"Mindy ... why ..." Tammi began slowly grinding her pussy against Matthew's hand.
"I need your help to escape, Tammi. Together you and I need to find a safe place in the city and begin recruiting new hosts."
Tammi began to day-dream and her mind was filled with the vision that soon she and Matthews would be in a hotel room, their pussies locked together, kissing each other like they were now, being instructed on how to enslave new hosts in the Atlanta area ...
Tammi broke their kiss and pulled away. She lifted up her skirt and examined herself. Her pussy lips slowly bulged out of the slit torn in her panty hose.
"I will obey," she said.
She walked to the door and entered her code into the keypad. The door did not open. She entered her code again.
"My code no longer works, Mindy."
Matthews heard a hissing noise and looked up. A colorless gas was being pumped into the room from the ceiling vents. She saw Tammi collapse and she turned to stare at the mirrored window, wondering who was in the observation room on the other side. Her legs buckled and she fell to the floor next to Tammi.
Mary straddled Agent Dana Lentz, her bottom bouncing slowly up and down so that their linked Masters moved in their pussies as they conferenced.
"I'm so glad you are host-slave, Dana," Mary said, running her hands over Lentz's breasts. "You've given our Masters invaluable information about the Agency."
"This is so incredible," Dana moaned. She felt her juices join with those dripping from Mary. They trickled down over her anus and became part of the wet stain was slowly spreading across the sheets clinging to her bottom. "I can't believe I fought against my Master possessing me. "
"I'm sorry that I had to stun you, Dana," Officer Julie Owens said. The blond policewoman was lying face to face with Jasmine in the next bed. They held each other tightly, their bodies pressed and writhing together as their Masters direct conferenced.
Dana ground herself against Mary and felt another orgasm building within her. "If I had known that it would be like this, I would have willingly offered my pussy."
"I'm so glad that my boyfriend was fucking Ashley on the side," Officer Owens said, pressing her large breasts against Jasmine. "He implanted my Master in me this morning and I was on my way here to direct conference when I heard you request back up. It was fortunate that the maid and the hotel manager were host-slave."
"Yes, we took the maid when she came to clean our room this morning," Jasmine said, nuzzling the officer's neck. "She then brought us the hotel manager to be recruited. The manager moved us to this room on the opposite side of the hotel. This side of the hotel is more secluded and we planned to begin recruiting host-slaves from among the guests this evening. However the Agency's raid has now made that too dangerous."
"We will move to our alternative site tomorrow morning," Mary said. She felt Lentz squirm beneath her as she came. As Mary watched, Lentz's eyes glazed and then refocused as she received and processed the instructions from her Master.
"I will keep you informed of the Agency's plans and control the information that is going back to Atlanta and Washington," Lentz said. "But you and Jasmine must be careful. The Agency has every law enforcement agency out looking for you. We came here with orders to kill you if you resisted capture."
"Don't worry, we will be kept out of sight in our new ... Hive." Mary relished the new word that she had learned from her Master. She rubbed her belly. "I have been chosen to be a breeder and Jasmine is depositing Masters into me for reproduction. There are three Masters inside of my womb right now ... oooooh ..."
Mary closed her eyes and Dana saw her belly swell slightly.
"... make that six."