(ff, ma, mc, sf)
The Muzak had finally been turned off and the only sound that Heather heard was the soft little echos that the pads of her bare feet made as she and Officer Julie walked down the dark mall. She and the curvaceous police officer had spent the last few hours in a bed in the furniture section of the Dillard's store, and Heather could still feel the wonderful wetness from their love-making drying on her naked body. She reached out and Officer Julie took her hand as they walked back to the mall office.
They passed through the deserted reception area and entered the office of the mall director. The furniture in the office had been removed and replaced with mattresses taken from the Serta store. The mattresses completely covered the floor and lying and siting atop them were dozens of naked women. All of the women were in pairs and either resting in each other's arms or intimately engaged in pleasuring one another. The room was pleasantly warmed by their bodies and Heather found the temperature change to be a welcome relief to chilly, air conditioned mall. She breathed deeply through her nose and detected several brands of perfume and, underneath this, the faint smell of perspiration and the hot scent being exuded from between the legs of a countless number of sexually aroused women. She inhaled again, incredibly aroused by what she was seeing as well as the exciting mixture of aromas in the room.
Heather looked around the room, her eyes lingering on several couples engaging in mutual cunnilingus. She spotted her mother near the center of the room. She was sitting on a mattress next to Kimberly, a classmate of Heather's that had been enslaved the night before. Heather saw that Kimberly's belly had swollen overnight and she now looked like she was a few months pregnant. She was holding her swollen belly with both hands and leaning with her face pressed against her mother's breasts.
Heather slowly and carefully walked across the mattresses over to her mother. Her feet sank into the soft mattresses and she had to concentrated on each step to not only keep her balance but also to keep from accidently stepping on someone. As she got closer to her mother, she noticed that Kimberly eyes were closed and she had drawn the tip of her mother's left breast into her mouth.
"Mom?"
Her mother looked up and smiled as she gently massaged the breast that Kimberly was attached to. Heather noticed that the wrinkles around her mother's eyes were smoothed out and had almost disappeared. She looked years younger than she did a few days before.
"Oh, hello Heather. I'm happy to see you."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm feeding Kimberly. The Masters inside her womb are reproducing and feeding on her blood and she needs me."
As Heather watched, a small trickle of milk ran out of the corner of Kimberly's mouth and dribbled onto the mattress. Heather suddenly felt uneasy and turned away. She saw another classmate named Michelle sitting on an adjacent mattress. She was rubbing her hands over her swollen belly and feeding at the breast of a host-slave named Jasmine.
Heather suddenly recalled a field trip to a farm that she had taken in fifth grade. The farmer kept bee hives at the edge of his orchards and he had a special bee hive set up adjacent to his barn. Her class had gotten to observe the interior of this hive from inside the barn and behind the safely of a glass window. Heather had been fascinated by the bees crawling around on the honeycomb stuck to the glass. The farmer had pointed out the queen bee to her and had explained that worker bees ate honey and pollen but ...
... the queen bees only ate royal jelly produced by their workers.
"I love feeding Kimberly," she heard her mother say. "Her mouth is so warm and it feels so good. I also love feeding Mary. It is the purpose that I serve in the Hive."
"I have to go see Mary now," Heather said in a quiet, stunned voice. "I love you, mom."
"I love you too," her mom said quickly, as though it was an automatic response. She turned her complete attention back to Kimberly and continued squeezing her breast in her hands. Heather saw Kimberly's throat move as she swallowed repeatedly.
Heather walked away and felt relieved to no longer have to witness what her mother and Kimberly were doing. She saw Mary lying by herself on a mattress in the far corner of the room, and her heart beat quickened as she made her way over to her. Mary looked even more beautiful and radiant than on the night that she had given Heather her Master. Her belly looked like she was very pregnant, but she didn't appear to have gained any weight or body fat. There wasn't a single stretch mark on her body and her skin looked so soft and flawless.
Mary saw her approaching and smiled. She patted the mattress next to her and Heather laid down by her side. Mary unexpectedly leaned in and kissed her deeply. Heather curled up against Mary's pregnant belly and eagerly returned the kiss, completely infatuated with the host-slave that had given her a Master.
Mary broke their kiss and held Heather to her as she whispered softly in her ear. "You have become such a perfect host-slave, Heather. We are all so pleased at how willingly you serve the Hive."
"I will obey," Heather said softly, enjoying the feel of Mary's warm breath in her ear.
"Since our colony at the mall is expanding so quickly, you have been chosen to ..."
Mary paused, trying to find the right word.
"... swarm ... and start a new Hive. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes, its wonderful," Heather said, cuddling closer to Mary. She didn't have any idea what Mary was talking about, but she was sure that anything her Master wanted her to do would be wonderful.
"Our Masters now need to direct conference so that you can receive your instructions."
"I will obey," Heather said, elated at being able to couple with Mary again. She felt her Master began to descend within her and she quickly shifted around so she was lying opposite Mary. Mary placed her right leg over Heather's left leg and they pressed against each other until the swollen folds of their pussies were touching. Heather felt her Master's communication tendril slither out of her and fuse with the tendril of Mary's Master. For a brief moment Heather and Mary's minds were one and Heather shared all of the intense pleasure that Mary was feeling. The two of them sighed simultaneously and gripped each others legs as they started excitedly rubbing and bumping against one another.
Heather closed her eyes and began riding the waves of intense pleasure rippling through her body. Her Master was sliding back and forth in the perfect spot and Mary's pussy felt so good against her. She surrendered the higher functions of her mind as it wasn't necessary for her to think about anything other than rutting gloriously with Mary.
Heather felt her entire body become rigid and she grabbed Mary's legs as she came. Time seemed suspended as one she had one intense orgasm after another and through the wonderful warmth and throbbing she was aware that Mary was cumming with her and that her Master was instructing her mind and ... there was something different ... something new ...
... swarm ...
Heather's eyes flew open and she gasped as she received the first Master that Mary deposited into her. It slithered around her Master and the stimulation caused by her vagina stretching pushed her over the brink to another incredible orgasm. She sank back onto the mattress and writhed in pleasure as Mary pressed against her and transferred another Master into her pussy. She felt the wonderful pressure again as the intruding Master passed around her Master and she came again.
Heather pulled her labia apart to let herself be penetrated a third time with the same pleasurable results. There was a fourth ... and a fifth.
Mary pulled away from her and Heather lay panting on her back, rubbing her belly, feeling them move inside of her. She exhaled sharply and propped her head up and watched her belly slowly swelling as the five Masters inside of her became ten. The room started spinning and her head sank back on the mattress.
Jasmine was suddenly leaning over her. Heather took the cool breast that was offered to her lips and her mouth began moving almost reflexively ...
All Heather could think about was the bees.
Heather slipped off her clothes and carefully climbed down the aluminum ladder into the shallow end of the indoor swimming pool. The pool area was dark as was most of the school. Heather had arrived for school very early that morning and let herself in with a brick thrown through a window.
Michelle and Kimberly took off their clothes and joined her in the pool. Together they waded back and forth, dipping and twirling their hands in the water to create a series of endless ripples. Every few minutes they would stand with their legs apart and squat down to immerse themselves up to their necks in the pool.
After about a half hour the girls exited the pool. Water cascaded over their breasts as they climbed out of the pool and ran in little rivulets down their perfectly flat stomachs ...
"Well, I'm glad your feeling better, Heather. We certainly missed you yesterday." Ms. Johnson looked up at the clock on the wall of her office. "Oh, look at the time! You better go get your suit on and meet us by the pool."
Ms. Johnson grabbed her clipboard and followed Heather out of her office into the locker room. She left Heather there and proceeded into the shower area and through the door that lead to the swimming pool. As soon as Ms. Johnson opened the door, her ears were assaulted by the raucous noise of the senior year girls that made up her morning P. E. class. They were already in the pool and were splashing water and horsing around. Ms. Johnson quickly went down her roll sheet and counted twenty-nine students. Thirty, she reminded herself, since Heather was back today.
She blew her whistle and got their attention. "Okay, let's line up on the side of the pool. Today we'll have the advanced swimmers practice diving and ..." Ms. Johnson looked for her students that were still learning how to swim. "Susan, Jackie, Sara ... you can practice swimming in the shallow end."
The girls climbed out of the pool and Ms. Johnson barely kept herself from laughing when she saw that Sara's swim suit had a tear in a rather embarrassing spot. She tried to think of a way to let Sara know without embarrassing her in front of the other students.
Ms. Johnson's attention was suddenly drawn to a similar tear in the swimsuit of another student. She looked down the line of students and saw that all of the girls had a tear in the crotch of the black one-piece swimsuits that the school provided for P. E. class.
The girls were always complaining about these swimsuits. The suits had to be turned each day to be washed and each morning the girls had to dig through a pile to find one in their size. Many of the students had wanted to bring their own swimsuits to school, but the school board had been afraid that someone might dress in something a little too revealing. Ms. Johnson immediately suspected that this was some twisted way to get rid of them.
"All right, I'm not amused by your little joke. Those swim suits are school property. You are going to have to pay for the cost of replacing them and ... Heather, why aren't you in your swimsuit?"
Heather had entered the pool area from the locker room, still wearing the white shirt and blue skirt of her school uniform.
"Because I'm not going swimming today," she said, walking quickly up to Ms. Johnson. "But you are."
Heather suddenly raced forward and pushed the gym teacher towards the pool. Ms. Johnson staggered backwards, tottered on the edge for a second, and then fell in. She went completely under and came up sputtering.
"Oh, you are in so much trouble, Heather!" All of the girls stared at her silently. "You are all in trouble!" Ms. Johnson dog paddled to one of the aluminum ladders and put her hand on a rung. "I'm going to see that you get suspended for this ... all of you ..."
Ms. Johnson started to pull herself up on the ladder, but suddenly slipped back down into the water. She had felt something sting her. She looked down in the water and saw something large and grey affixed to the front of her sweat pants.
"What the ... ohhhhhhh ..." Ms. Johnson grabbed a rung of the ladder with both hands and let her body hang suspended in the water. She slowly spread her legs and placed them on both sides of the ladder.
Heather and the rest of the students walked to the edge of the pool.
"That is your new Master," Heather said. "There is already one inside of all of us. You can watch as your students become host-slave. Look ... it's already happening ..."
As Ms. Johnson watched, the nipples of her students became erect and poked against their swimsuits. Their inner labia bulged from the tears in their bathing suits and slowly spread open like two petals, standing out magnificently pink in stark contrast to the black of their swim suits.
Several of the girls moaned and slipped their fingers between their legs. Heather walked along them, whispering words of encouragement.
"That's right, Sara ... touch yourself ... surrender to your desires ... see how good it feels to have a Master riding in your pussy ... its okay to touch yourself, Jackie ... feel how sensitive your pussy is ..."
One by one the girls submitted and began rubbing their swollen pussies with one hand and caressing their breasts with the other. Soon the noise of twenty-nine girls fingering themselves to climax echoed throughout the pool area.
"Look at them," Heather called to Ms. Johnson from the end of the pool. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Yes ... yes ... it's ... glorious ...," Ms. Johnson whispered. Her Master had finished squeezing inside of her and she moved her hips from side to side, slipping off her torn sweat pants and panties and letting them sink to the bottom of the pool.
Jackie was the first girl to come. She squealed in delight when she made her pussy spray. Sara was next, shivering uncontrollably as squirted. One by one each student had a mind-blowing orgasm and her pussy gushed as she gave her mind to her Master. The girls continued to run their fingers up and down through their wet slits as black tendrils slowly began to issue from them.
"Please follow me, girls," Heather said. "We will couple in the showers so our Masters can direct conference"
"I will obey," the girls chorused and began to file through the door into the shower area.
"I hope you will join us soon, Ms. Johnson," Heather called out. She followed the last student through the doorway.
"Yes ...," Ms. Johnson moaned, feeling her pussy swelling as she masturbated in the pool. "I want to obey ..."
At your request, I reviewed the data from Tuesday's raid on the Bardstown Inn in Louisville, Kentucky. It was suspected that the suspects Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon had been staying there. Bedsheets taken from the hotel room were found to contain DNA from both Calvert and Harmon as well as four other unknown females. Agent Dana Lentz from our Louisville office submitted DNA specimens that were purportedly taken from the hotel maid and the hotel manager. These specimens were to be obtained by placing a cotton swab in the suspect's mouth in order to collect some of their saliva. Neither of the DNA specimens submitted by Agent Lentz matched the DNA found in the secretions on the bedsheets.
I ran further tests on the two DNA specimens that were submitted by Agent Lentz. Both specimens were found to be identical. I then ran the DNA specimens through our data bank and they returned a match for Agent Dana Lentz. The attachment to this E-mail contains a scan of the autoradiographs of the DNA fragments.
It is my conclusion that Agent Lentz submitted two samples of her own salvia for DNA testing instead of submitting samples from the hotel manager and the hotel maid.
K. Neustadt, MD, acting Head of the Medical Research Staff, Atlanta
Agent Dana Lentz was suddenly booted off of the NCIC police data website. She tried to log back on, but her password was no longer valid. She looked up from her computer and saw Hoskins and four other agents coming down the hallway towards her office.
Dana calmly pulled out her revolver and rapidly fired off six shots, disintegrating the pane of glass in the door of her office and sending the agents scrambling for doorways on each side of the hallway. She crouched behind her desk and reloaded her revolver.
It certainly hadn't taken the Agency long to figure out what she had been up to for the past few days. Dana carefully peered around the corner of her desk and saw Hoskins leave the doorway where he had been hiding and race across the hallway for a room that was closer to her office. Dana popped up from behind her desk and shot at him. The agents that had been covering Hoskins opened fire from the hallway and Dana saw her desk splintering around her. Dana felt something knock the wind out of her and she fell backwards onto the floor ...
The intercom on the wall beeped and the voice of the school's principal came from the speaker.
"Heather?"
Heather pushed a button on the intercom. "Yes, Rhonda?"
"The next student is Jennifer Gravel. Her mother is divorced. Jennifer's older sister graduated last year and is attending the University of Louisville, but she is still living at home."
"That's wonderful, Rhonda. We'll bring both her mom and sister into our Hive this weekend. Call Jennifer out of class and send her to us."
"I will obey. Oh, and I notified Mr. Nicholson, Mr. Williams and Mr. Isherwood that their services were no longer needed here at the Portland Academy. They left but threatened to take their termination up with the school board on Monday."
"It is only important that the male teachers are gone. Be sure to come join us after school, Rhonda."
"I will obey."
Heather removed her finger from the intercom button and carefully stepped around a dozen of her former classmates that were naked and writhing in pairs on the floor of the office. She left the gym instructor's office and entered the locker room. Gym mats now covered the floor of the locker room and lying on the mats were several new hosts receiving their Masters.
Heather saw Sara from her P. E. class, still clad in her black swimsuit, position herself over a student named Traci. Heather had explained to Traci about how wonderful it was to be host-slave and had eventually talked her into willingly offering herself. Traci was now lying on her back with her underwear down and her skirt pulled up around her waist. Sara began to lower herself onto Traci and Heather caught a glimpse of something black swishing back and forth beneath her.
Heather smiled and turned to watch a girl from the basketball team who sat on a nearby gym mat with her legs spread apart. She was vigorously fingering her swollen clit and panting "yes" over and over. She suddenly threw her head back and her pussy squirted as she came. She leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the warmth and vaginal throbbing of her orgasm. Her eyes glazed as her Master absorbed all of the memories stored in her mind and her breathing became regular again. Her eyes refocused and she arose from the gym mat. She spent a few moments admiring how sexually aroused her body now was and then walked into the gym instructor's office to find a host-slave to couple with.
On another mat a girl had her face buried between the thighs of Ms. Hilbert, Heather's calculus and trigonometry teacher. Ms. Hilbert squirmed blissfully under the probing tongue of the host-slave, rapidly losing the futile fight she was putting up to prevent her transformation. Heather was disappointed that Ms. Hilbert, like Heather's mother, had resisted her Master and would never be considered reliable. Ms. Hilbert would have to remain in the school and when her breasts began producing milk in a few days she would serve the Hive by feeding the host-slaves who were breeders.
Heather saw Ms. Buckner step out of the shower area and begin drying herself off. It had been necessary to use a stun gun to subdue Ms. Buckner and Ms. Hilbert. But unlike Ms. Hilbert, Ms. Buckner had eagerly accepted her transformation to host-slave. Heather watched Ms. Buckner get dressed to go back to her afternoon class. She left her cotton panties on the floor and pulled her pants up over her beautifully aroused pussy.
Heather looked around the locker room and until she found Kimberly. She beckoned her to follow and together the two them walked through the locker room to go meet the student that the principal was sending back. They walked around a row of gym lockers and ran into two girls that were hiding on the other side. Heather identified the intruders as Brandee and Trisha, two of the most popular girls in school and her best friends in the life that she had before becoming host-slave.
"Heather," Brandee said. "How could you do this?"
Warning signals went off in Heather's head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kimberly tensing up, ready to attack if commanded to do so.
"I can't believe that you're hanging out with Kimberly now," Brandee continued.
"And Michelle," added Trisha. "And you picked Traci and Sara of all people!"
"What are you talking about," Heather said calmly. She moved to position herself between the two intruders and the exit to the locker room.
"We heard what you told Traci," Brandee said, looking indignant. "I don't even now why you are bothering with Traci, she doesn't even have a boyfriend."
"What did you overhear?" Heather asked, suddenly interested.
"Enough to know that you're giving away some type of new contraceptive that enlarges your breasts and makes you feel wonderful all of the time."
Heather smiled and relaxed. "Well ... that's mostly right."
"Then why didn't you come to us first! I thought we were friends."
"I promise I was going to get to the two of you on Monday," Heather said. "But I guess we can give you yours now. What do you say, Kimberly?"
Kimberly stared lustfully at Brandee.
"That sounds wonderful," she said.
Agent Matthews entered the Director's office with the data that had been complied from police reports in the Louisville area. Agent Lentz had done a good job suppressing evidence of the initial outbreak. Three women had been reported missing on Wednesday. On Thursday, the number had increased to eight women. The reports were still coming in, but already twenty-six women had been reported missing today. The manager and the maid from the Bardstown Inn were among the missing.
The Director's office was empty and Agent Matthews walked around his desk and sat her report in his chair. She backed up and accidently knocked a book off of the corner of his desk. It landed on the floor and fell open on its spine. Matthews bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a book on infectious diseases. One particular passage jumped from the page and caught her eye ...
... many believed in a legendary witch called the Plague Maiden. It was said that she was a beautiful young woman who traveled from village to village, choosing women to spread the plague from home to home ...
Matthews scanned the page and discovered that the Black Death had decimated a third of the world's population before it mysteriously burnt itself out and disappeared. She closed the book and put it back on the Director's desk.
Matthews left the Director's office and shut his door. She wondered if this new plague would be satisfied with just one-third of the Earth's population.