The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.
... I love you Mary, I love you, thank you Mary, thank you, thank you for my Master ...
"Time to wake up, Heather. The mall will be opening in a couple of hours."
Heather opened her eyes and saw Melanie kneeling beside her. She stretched her legs and realized that she was lying in a wet spot that had soaked into the fabric of her sleeping bag. Apparently there was to be no reprieve from her constant sexual arousal, not even when she was asleep.
Heather rose from her sleeping bag and yawned. She hadn't gotten much sleep. She and the other host-slaves had worked late into the night making modifications to several of the stores in the mall. Heather's task had been to clean out a storage closet in the back of the Frederick's of Hollywood stock room. With the addition of a padded bench, rug, and a wall mirror taken from the Dillard's department store, the storage closet had become a new "dressing room" far from the floor area of the store.
Heather had completed her assigned task and made a pallet on the floor of the Frederick's stock room. She immediately collapsed into blissful slumber and dreamed erotic dreams as her Master probed and instructed her mind.
Within a minute after awakening, Heather had processed the instructions that were implanted in her mind. She smiled, knowing that her Master was pleased that it had found a host-slave with such a receptive mind.
"I will obey," she said.
Heather looked down at her sleeping bag and saw the price tag from the Sears department store still hanging from its zipper. Heather had felt bad last night for taking it, but this morning the feelings of remorse were gone. Her Master had revealed to her that all of the property in the shopping mall now belonged to the Hive and more importantly ...
... she belonged to the Hive ...
Heather felt a sudden rush and her face lit up. She was part of a Hive now and it was making her feel so happy and so perfectly ... content. Nothing had ever came close to what she was now feeling, not even when she had been accepted into the cliche of popular girls at school ...
School! Her happy feelings subsided and Heather began to feel uneasy about skipping school. Her attendance this year was almost perfect. She had always been an excellent student and was a close contender for class valedictorian. This fall she would have been attending the University of Kentucky ...
... obedience is good ... obedience is good ... obedience is good ...
Heather closed her eyes and focused on the continuous, pleasant ache between her legs, the never ending reminder that she now desired only to serve her Master. She exhaled her breath in a long sigh.
"What's wrong, Heather?"
Heather opened her eyes and looked at Melanie. "Last night, when you were telling me about how wonderful it is to be host-slave, you didn't mention that I would always be so ... horny ..."
"Our insatiable lust for sex is necessary because it is by sexual contact that our Masters transfer to new host-slaves and communicate, both with one another and with us. Our Masters have merely reawakened and enhanced our inborn sexual desires, desires which we have kept suppressed due to our social conditioning."
"I don't understand what you mean by social conditioning', Melanie."
"All of your life you have been taught that women who enjoy sex and seek out sexual stimulation are "sluts" or "whores" while women who are not sexually active and do not desire sex are the "good girls." In our society, the girl who suppresses her sexual feelings is considered to be more normal than a woman who gives in to her sexual desires. As host-slave you lose these inhibitions and negative feelings towards sex."
"I liked sex before I became host-slave," Heather said defensively.
"Whatever you may have experienced in the past is nothing like what you will now experience as host-slave."
Melanie was right. The way her pussy felt when she merely touched it now was a hundred times better than she had ever felt with her boyfriends, better even than those pleasant times she had in her bathtub, letting the warm the water from the tap flow over her fingers and clit ...
"Tell me, Heather, had you ever have sex with a woman before you became host-slave?"
"No. I was a little curious about what it would be like, but I don't think I would have ever, you know, tried it."
"Did you enjoy having sex with Mary last night?"
"Yes," Heather said without hesitation. She had her very first orgasm with Mary. And her second one. And her third one ...
"Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Yes," Heather blurted out without thinking. She felt her cheeks blush as she realized she had been staring at Melanie's body the whole time and barely concealing her lust.
Melanie smiled and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.
"I guess we have a little time."
Heather dipped the sponge in the warm, soapy water and gave it a gentle squeeze, releasing most of the water it held back into the sink. She turned from the sink and rubbed the sponge over Melanie's lower belly and down between her legs, washing away the smell of their love making. They were in the employee bathroom, taking turns bathing each other with the sponges, soaps, and shampoo from a gift basket they had removed from the "Bath and Bodyworks" store the night before.
Heather found herself continually touching Melanie's body as she washed her. Heather couldn't take her eyes off of her. She looked more beautiful and radiant than she did last night. Melanie had done such incredible things to her ...
"I love you," Heather whispered.
Melanie smiled. "That's very sweet, but I think you are still perceiving your constant sexual arousal as being in love." She gently scrubbed Heather's chest, leaving a trail of tiny soap bubbles across her breasts. "I suppose its okay for a host-slave to have feelings of affection for another host-slave. I still love Ashley. She was my girlfriend before I became host-slave. But my feelings for her seem inconsequential now compared to the joy and contentment I feel when I obey my Master."
Heather nodded. She looked down at her beautifully aroused pussy, knowing that the slightest stimulation would send her rocketing into orgasmic bliss. She would do anything for her Master.
They finished washing their bodies and took turns shampooing each other's hair in the sink. They dried each other off and styled their hair with a hair dryer and a curling iron they had taken from the J. C. Penney's store. Melanie picked out some new clothes for them from the store room and cut the price tags off. Heather slipped into a black mini skirt and pulled on a tight pink sweater. She was fascinated by the way the cashmere felt against her bare breasts and she examined herself in a mirror, noting with satisfaction how the luscious bumps of her hard nipples protruded against the sweater. Her breasts felt swollen and sore, but in a pleasant rather than painful way. Heather wondered if they would really start to get bigger now that she was host-slave.
Melanie hugged her from behind and they examined their reflections in the mirror. Heather shivered as Melanie's hands slowly moved to her left breast and carefully pinned a name tag on her sweater.
Printed on the tag was "Fredericks of Hollywood--Lingerie Consultant." A sticker from a label-maker had been recently placed on the tag that said "HEATHER."
Mindy Matthews strained against her bindings, seeing if she could create some slack and possibly work one of her hands free.
It was no use. The padded leather straps securely bound her hands, head, and torso to the hospital bed and her legs were bound just as tightly in a set of stirrups. For the past two days she had been kept this way, heavily sedated and completely immobilized. She perceived the passage of time as an endless blur of x-rays, MRIs, ultrasounds, CT-scans, EEGs, and countless other tests. She ignored most of what the doctors were doing to her and kept her mind focused on finding a way to escape and protecting what was in her pussy.
The door opened and she heard several people enter her room. A male doctor in a protective white suit appeared by her bedside. As always, he was accompanied by a male security guard who was armed with a revolver. There was someone else with them, but she couldn't turn her head to see who it was.
The doctor checked the monitors that she was hooked up to and then kneeled at the foot of her bed and disappeared from her view. She felt something cool slide into her.
"The probe has been successfully inserted into the patient."
"Mmmm, that feels so good," Mindy purred. "Why don't you guys cut me loose and we can get to know each other a little bit better?"
Fluid from her perpetually wet pussy leaked out and ran and down the length of the probe. The doctor wiped it off with a cloth. He placed a ultrasound device over her stomach and examined the screen of a monitor just out of her view.
"The probe is in contact with the alien parasite."
"Excellent. Good morning, Agent Matthews."
The face of the Director appeared as he leaned over her bed.
"Please ... call me Mindy. I've been really wanting to talk to you, sir. The Agency is completely wrong about the Masters. Their only purpose is to improve our species. They are going to teach us the technology they've acquired from hundreds of alien races, things that would take us thousands of years to discover. And in return we only have to give them our bodies and minds and become host-slave."
The Director stood over her, scowling.
"And it feels so good to be host-slave, sir. My Master and I are in a perfect symbiotic relationship. You should go down to Alien Containment and put a Master on your back and see how wonderful it is to surrender and obey. It really is the inevitable evolution of our species. Mankind is destined to bear the Masters on their backs and women will carry their Masters in their womb. The Masters are going to selectively breed us so our perfect offspring can carry them to conquer new worlds throughout the universe. Perhaps you and I can be mated, sir. My Master will filter my egg cells and your sperm cells so that I can be impregnated with an embryo containing the genes that will make the most ideal host-slave ..."
"I think I've heard enough, Agent Matthews."
"Call me Mindy."
"Kill it."
Mindy felt a tingle of electricity inside of her. She bolted in the stirrups and was filled with a perverse, maternal instinct to protect her Master. The probe pushed in deeper, spreading a numbing wave of electricity throughout her pelvic region. She felt her Master recoil inside of her and its link to her mind was abruptly severed and she blacked out.
Heather stood behind the counter with Kristin, the customer that she had seen Melanie enslave the night before. If her life before becoming host-slave, Kristin had been a paralegal in a large law firm in downtown Louisville. She had called in sick today and joined Heather and Melanie to work at the Frederick's store. She arrived just before the mall opened and brought Melanie and Heather some coffee and bagels.
Heather had sat in a display window and watched the mall come to life as she ate her breakfast. One by one the lights came on in each store and the security grates were pulled up. Only the Lerner New York and Fashion Bug stores stayed dark and locked up until it was almost time for the mall to open. Heather knew that the women who worked in those stores were being recruited as soon as they walked through the employee entrances in the back.
Business was slow in the morning and in the first two hours after the mall opened it seemed like there were more elderly mall walkers than shoppers. Things began to pick up around lunchtime as people stopped by on their work breaks to do some shopping. Just before noon, Melanie had taken their first customer back to the new dressing room to help fit her with a bra. While Heather kept a lookout, Melanie had also helped the customer fit her pussy with a Master. A half hour later the customer had emerged from the back, looking euphoric and clad in a skin tight black dress from the storeroom. She sauntered past Heather and dropped her panties and bra into a trash can as she left the store. Heather saw her later working at the Wet Seal bikini shop.
Kristin was now in the back with their second customer and Melanie was waiting outside of the dressing room with a stun gun, just to be on the safe side. Melanie didn't think they would have any problems with any of their Frederick's customers. Her theory was that women who were openly sexual would offer little or no resistance when being taken by their Master, but sexually passive women would be more inclined to fight the transformation to host-slave.
Heather looked around at the displays of thongs, see-thru lingerie, and fantasy apparel in the store. Her mom had always been so stuffy about sex and would never have set foot in this store. Maybe that was why it took her mom so long to become host-slave ...
Heather wondered what store her mother was working in. She walked to the front of the store and saw a cute market researcher prowling around the center of the mall. Over the few hours, Heather watched her talk one woman after another into coming back to her office.
The mall director and her secretary had received what they first perceived to be a nasty but later a more pleasant surprise when they arrived for work that morning. Over the course of the day, they summoned every female store manager back one at a time to the mall office where Mary and her womb full of Masters awaited them. When the managers returned to their stores, their first action as host-slave was to fire all of the male employees and start replacing them with female shoppers who had become host-slave. By late afternoon, all of the woman's clothing stores on the mall were staffed by host-slaves and any woman venturing into the changing rooms of these stores was immediately recruited.
Heather had watched all of this going on around her and she became more and more frustrated that she had not yet gotten to recruit a host-slave. She hitched up her skirt and leaned against the counter, the feel of the cool metal against her bare skin providing pleasant relief.
"Heather, would you come here please?"
Heather walked across the store to where Melanie was standing with a customer.
"Heather, this is Sherri. Sherri's a dancer at Trixies and one of our best customers. Why don't you go in the back and help her try on some of these new outfits that we got in this morning?"
It took everything Heather had to keep from squealing with delight. She smiled at the customer, taking in how tall and pretty she was with her obviously augmented breasts and her cute bleach blond hair tied back in a pony tail. Heather slowly realized that she was sexually attracted to the customer, a desire that would have been impossible for her less than 24 hours ago, in her life before becoming host-slave.
Her hand trembled slightly as she took the outfits on the hangers from Melanie.
"Please follow me, Sherri. We'll go to our new dressing room in the back of the store."
Heather walked on the toes of her feet to keep from racing back to the dressing room. She let Sherri into the dressing room and followed her inside, shutting the door behind them.
"I think I'll try on that one first," Sherri said, pointing to one of the outfits Heather was holding. "Although I'm pretty sure you'll need to run back and get me the next larger size." Sherri leaned against the padded bench and removed her shoes and skirt. She turned her back to Heather and wiggled out of her panties and then pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the bench.
As she watched Sherri undress, Heather felt something quickly slither out of her and she unfastened her skirt and let it slip down around her ankles. A long black tendril was swishing violently between her legs. This was not a communication tendril, it was the "stinging" tendril of her Master and she needed to implant it in Sherri.
This was her only purpose now. She had to give Sherri her Master and let her feel how wonderful it was to be host-slave.
"I will obey," she groaned.
"What did you say, Heather?" Sherri unfastened her bra and turned around.
Heather released the hangers in her hand and let the outfits fall to the floor. She stepped forward and hugged Sherri around her waist She felt the tendril rapidly coil out of her like the way the line on a fishing rod plays out when a fish is hooked and Sherri gasped. The dancer slowly lowered herself back onto the bench, spreading her legs to accommodate Heather's body resting on top of her.
Heather felt her Master sliding into and filling her lower vagina and she excitedly rubbed her engorged clit against Sherri and came almost immediately. Her vagina throbbed with muscle contractions. With each throbbing contraction, she felt an urge like she had to pee build within her until she couldn't hold it back anymore ... didn't want to hold back anymore ... and she suddenly ejaculated, releasing a long, warm jet of her juices into Sherri's slit. She felt her dripping pussy lips part open as the tip of her Master began to protrude from her. Heather frantically shifted her position to help her Master find Sherri's wet opening and was surprised to feel Sherri's hands around her, helping guide Heather to her pussy.
"Yes ... yes ... don't stop ... you're making my pussy feel so goooooood ...," Sherri whispered.
Heather began gently thrusting her hips, fucking Sherri with their shared Master, pushing it in deeper and deeper as it slowly divided into two new identical creatures. Heather and Sherri uttered an excited series of little gasps as each of them were penetrated by a Master pulling itself along the tendril it had implanted in them. Heather slipped her hand between the dancer's legs and began to caress her shaved pussy. Sherri squirmed beneath Heather, her pussy lips rapidly swelling and her pleasure moans building in intensity until she climaxed with a contented sigh and gushed over Heather's fingers.
Her first host-slave.
Heather stared into Sherri's glassy and unfocused eyes, thrilled with what she had accomplished. She slowly slid down between Sherri's parted legs. Her mouth enveloped Sherri's pussy and she began to imitate what Melanie had done to her earlier that morning. She excitedly licked Sherri's pussy, enjoying the taste and feel of her wonderfully warm and smooth, slick skin. Sherri's engorged clit slowly emerged from its hood and offered itself to Heather's probing and flicking tongue. Seconds later Sherri groaned and squirted another warm stream of pussy juice.
Sherri's eyes refocused as her new Master finished with the mind that Heather had so artfully distracted. Heather sat back and watched Sherri slowly stand up and face the mirror in the changing room. She pulled her swollen labia apart to form a beautiful inverted triangle of soft, red skin enclosing the glistening wet slit of her vaginal opening.
"Inside of your pussy is your new Master," Heather told Sherri. "You are now its host-slave."
"Yes. I am host-slave."
Heather looked down at her pink sweater. The front of it was soaked.
"We will need to clean up and Melanie will get us some new clothes. You will then report to the mall office and find out which store you will help colonize."
Sherri gazed at the reflection of her gorgeously aroused pussy in the mirror and smiled.
"I will obey," she said.
Matthews woke up and slipped her hand under the bedsheet. She already knew what she was going to find, but she examined herself anyway.
The door opened and Director walked into her room.
"How are you feeling, Agent Matthews?"
"Okay, sir."
"Well the doctors assure me that you will be just fine, so rest up because I need you to get back to duty right away. You now have a unique perspective on the threat that we are facing."
"Yes, sir. How is Tammi ... Nurse Lockhart?" Matthews remembered the beautiful young nurse that she had turned into a host-slave.
"Oh she's fine, just fine. Don't you worry about her, that wasn't your fault." The Director walked towards the door. "Well, I'll let you get some shut eye and I'll be back to see you in the morning."
"Sir?," Matthews whispered. The Director stopped and looked back at her.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for getting it out of me."
The Director smiled and left the room.
Matthews laid back on her pillow and pondered about what she had said.
... thank you for getting it out of me ...
In the entire time that she had been with the Agency, that was the first time that she had ever misled the Director.
"Oh ... my ... gawd ..."
Heather looked up and saw Kimberly and Michelle, two of her high school classmates. Heather had never particularly gotten along with either of them.
"Who would have thought that Heather Cooke would drop out of school and end up working at the mall?" Kimberly said, sounding almost jubilant. Michelle giggled.
"Hey," Heather said in greeting. She pushed a button under the counter. "I just skipped school today, I didn't drop out."
"Well, you missed the big science test," Michelle said with a smirk. "It was like forty percent of our grade. I guess there goes your chance to be class valedictorian."
"I suppose you could say you were sick," Kimberly said. "But if the principal finds out, you're going to be so busted. Not that we would ever tell. Right, Michelle?"
"Right. We won't tell anybody, especially if Heather gives us her employee discount on some of these bras."
"Yeah, we won't tell anyone, but I think we ought to get them for free. What do you say, Heather? We can call it the Don't Tell Discount?"
Heather smiled, her eyes fixed on the store entrance behind them. Michelle and Kimberly turned around to see what she was staring at and saw a blond Metro police officer coming into the store. Her uniform looked like it was a size too small and the officer had unfastened an immodest amount of buttons to accommodate her enormous breasts.
"Is there a problem, Heather?"
"Yes there is, Officer Julie. I caught these two girls shoplifting."
"What the hell?" Kimberly said. "We were not!"
"She's lying!" Michelle hissed.
"I'm sure we'll get everything sorted out down at the mall office. This way, ladies."
Kimberly and Michelle began protesting, but Officer Julie Owens removed the handcuffs from her belt and held them up. Both girls fell silent.
Heather watched the voluptuous police officer herd the two girls out of the store. She leaned against the counter and began rubbing up and down, fantasizing about Officer Julie and her handcuffs ...
Due to the resignation and reassignment of Dr. Rose Jeffries, I assumed responsibility for the continued experimentation on Rapunzel and Cinderella this morning. Most of the medical staff strongly sympathized with the views of Dr. Jeffries and it was difficult for me to get the team to continue our work. It was only because of the Agency's classification of the patients as research material that I was able to persuade my colleagues that it would not violate our ethics to carry out the orders that we were given ....
No useful information was obtained from the interrogation of either Rapunzel and Cinderella, even with the use of [redacted] and the infliction of [redacted]. It became readily obvious that the patients did not possess the answers the Agency was seeking. Apparently the alien parasite shares with its host only the knowledge that it deems necessary for the host to carry out the parasite's directives ....
Both Cinderella and the alien parasite that she is carrying were infected with numerous bacterial cultures and viruses, including [redacted] and [redacted] to which there is no known cure. Cinderella immediately and inexplicably killed off each and every bacterial and viral infection. We can conclude that the alien parasite appears to be completely resistant to all known sexually transmitted diseases and is able to impart this immunity to its host ...
Over the next few days, we will experiment on Cinderella to the see what the effects of [redacted] ...
Low voltage electrical current successfully destroyed the alien parasite in Rapunzel. The continually aroused vulva, increased vascularization of the skin, swelling of the breasts, and the erect nipples--the symptoms which we are associating as the physical signs of alien infection in a female host--have all gone away. The readings on her EEG also appear normal. She seems to be completely recovered and we have reclassified her status from research subject Rapunzel to that of patient Mindy Matthews. She has been removed from quarantine and is to be released to active duty tomorrow morning per the Director's request.
The mall had been closed for almost two hours. The Muzak was briefly interrupted by someone saying "all clear" over the public announcement system.
The security grates came up and dozens of women began exiting from various stores up and down the mall. They converged in the center of the mall and began stripping and casting off their clothes.
Heather ducked underneath the security grate of the Frederick's of Hollywood store and watched Melanie walk up to a girl that she assumed was Ashley, her girlfriend in her life before the Masters. They slowly removed their clothes in front of each other and embraced, passionately kissing as the communication tendrils of their Masters slid out of them. Heather turned away and saw Kristin lying on the floor. She was locked tightly in the arms of the cute market researcher, their pussies connected by their conferencing Masters.
All around her women were pairing up. They coupled together on the floor and on the padded chairs and benches around the mall. Two women sat at the edge of the water fountain in the center of the mall, facing each other with their legs entwined. Heather saw two sales clerks from the Deb store get down on all fours and back into each other so their bottoms touched and their Masters fused together. They began gently bumping back against each other. Their eyelids fluttered closed and their mouths dropped open in expressions of utter rapture.
Heather slowly walked among the seething mass of naked women. She saw Sherri and her classmates Kimberly and Michelle, all of them grinding their engorged pussies in lustful abandon against the women they had coupled with. Heather knew that her mom should be among this orgy of host-slaves, but she didn't see her. She quickened her pace and soon she was racing around the mall, frantically searching for a partner. She felt like she was going to pop.
Someone behind her said, "Freeze, Heather." Heather whirled around and found herself face to face with Officer Julie Owens.
The blond Metro officer had unfastened a few more buttons and her gorgeous breasts with their hard, red nipples now hung lusciously out of the shirt of her uniform. She had lost her shoes and the pants of her uniform somewhere in the mall and Heather eyes were drawn to her swollen pussy and the communication tendril that dangled from it and swayed back and forth.
"It looks like your mine tonight, Heather," she said with a wink. "I'm going to need for you to strip and assume the position."
Heather made a noise that sounded like a guttural growl and she ripped off her clothes. She placed her hands on a kiosk where cell-phones were on display and bent over, spreading her legs and lifting her bottom to present herself. Officer Julie took her from behind and the tendrils from their Masters touched.
Heather threw her head back and stared up through the sky lights at the moon. Her ecstatic voice joined with those of a hundred others in a cacophonous song of pleasure noises made to the sound of Muzak.