Debbie Meredith awoke suddenly and sat up in bed. Her husband turned in his sleep and then settled on his side facing away from her.
She had been dreaming that her daughter Jamie was in danger. In her dream she had heard Jamie call out ...
She turned her head towards the door to the bedroom. She DID hear her daughter's voice ...
"Fusion with neural system of host Jamie is complete."
Her daughter was whispering and Debbie could barely make out what she was saying. Her voice sounded emotionless, like she was talking in her sleep.
"Access to mind of host Jamie is complete. Triggering parasympathetic nerve impulses."
Debbie heard her daughter sigh contentedly.
"Stimulation of host Jamie is complete. Commence fission and transference to host Jamie."
Debbie sat quietly in the dark, waiting for her daughter to say something else. Minutes passed marked only by the ticking of the alarm clock by her bed. She lowered herself back on to her pillow and closed her eyes.
"Yessssss! Put in it me ..."
This was no longer the emotionless voice of her daughter talking in her sleep. Her daughter was awake and her voice was filled with frantic urgency and desire.
Debbie heard the springs of her daughter's bed start squeaking along with fevered noises that she could only associate with two people locked in the throes of passion.
Her husband tossed in his sleep next to her and finally woke up to the sound of their daughter squealing in delight. He looked over at the alarm clock and groaned.
"Jeez ... it 3:00 a.m. Could you go tell those two to simmer down and go to bed?"
Debbie swallowed hard and got out of bed. She put on her night gown and slippers and walked down the hall to her daughter's bedroom. She opened the door without knocking and flipped on the light.
"Mom!" Her daughter gasped and sat up in bed. She pulled up the bed sheets to cover herself and her best friend Sara.
"What in the world are you two carrying on about?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Meredith," Sara said. "Jamie and I were just ... talking ..."
Debbie's attention was suddenly drawn to a quick movement under the bed sheets in the area of her daughter's lap, like a finger withdrawing along the outline of her thigh. Her daughter shuddered and her left hand released its grip on the edge of her bed covers and flew to cover her mouth. Jamie exhaled sharply, making a sound that was part exaggerated yawn and part excited gasp, and the blanket sagged to reveal the top halves of her daughter's obviously bare breasts, rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
"Yes," Jamie said, lowering her hand from her mouth. She glanced quickly over at Sara and then grinned mischievously. "We were just ... talking. I guess we got a little too loud."
Debbie starred at Sara and saw her squirm suddenly, shifting her bottom back and forth a few times on the mattress. Like her daughter, Sara's hand let go of the blanket and went to her mouth to stifle an obviously fake yawn that came out more like a squeal.
Debbie took her eyes off of Sara and turned back to her daughter. "It's 3:00 a.m. and your father and I are trying to sleep. You know that he's got to get up early and go to work tomorrow morning. Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean that you two can stay up all night. Sara won't be spending the night anymore if you two don't quiet down and go to bed."
"I'm sorry, mom."
"Sorry, Mrs. Meredith," said Sara.
"Get to sleep," Debbie said. She flipped off the light and went back to her bedroom. Her husband had already fallen back to sleep and she carefully pulled back the covers and got into bed next to him.
Debbie didn't hear anymore noises coming from her daughter's bedroom. She lay awake, unable to sleep.
Was Sara was a lesbian? Was she seducing her daughter?
Sara and Jamie both went to the Portland Academy and had been friends for since Kindergarten. They were always spending the night with each other. Sara had always seemed to be such a good girl, but tonight she had showed up at their house dressed really promiscuously and acting slutty.
Where had Sara's hands been under the bed sheets? She must have had her hand in Jamie's lap, groping her ... that's what she saw moving under the sheets ...
Debbie starred at the ceiling of her bedroom. The alarm clock ticked away on the nightstand.
But hadn't Sara been holding up the bed covers with both hands?
Debbie tossed and turned. Her heart skipped a beat when the alarm clock went off at 5:00 a.m. As her husband got dressed for work, Debbie went downstairs and fixed him breakfast and a sandwich to take for lunch. She saw her husband off for work and then went back upstairs to take a shower. She stood under the shower head, feeling the hot water beat down on her, unable to stop worrying about her daughter's sexual preferences ...
Then her daughter and Sara slipped into the shower with her and very soon thereafter Debbie understood and wasn't worried anymore.
Just around the same time that Sara was cuddling next to her sleeping friend and making her a host-slave, a Louisville Metro police officer pulled into the parking lot of the Eastland Mall. For the past few nights this officer had seen an unusual number of cars being left in the parking lot overnight. He slowly drove among the cars, shining the spotlight mounted on the side of his cruiser so that it illuminated their tags, and called the licenses in to Metro dispatch.
None of the vehicles came back as being reported stolen and the officer left the parking lot and headed for the nearby Waffle House. No one at the mall had called to complain about abandoned vehicles, so it wasn't his problem.
The police officer sat down at a booth with several other Metro police officers and ordered a cup of coffee. He was so busy staring at the waitress and shooting the bull with his buddies that he completely missed seeing over a dozen cars leave the Eastland Mall parking lot and head for various destinations around Louisville.
The Hive at the Eastland Mall was swarming.
Agent Mindy Matthews found a seat among the rows of folding chairs and sat down and removed a yellow note pad from her briefcase. Around her dozens of agents were taking seats and chatting with one another. Matthews had never seen half of these people before and surmised that the Agency had brought them in from all over the country to deal with the Louisville outbreak. She herself had flown in early that morning with five other agents from the Atlanta facility.
Matthews looked up and examined the fluorescent lights and air conditioning vents on the ceiling some fifty feet overhead. The building she was in had been formerly been a Wal-Mart which had closed down when a new "Super" Wal-Mart was built to replace it nearby. The building has sat vacant for several years and the Wal-Mart corporation jumped on the opportunity to lease the place to the government for an indefinite period of time. Matthews was amazed at what the Agency had done to the building in the last forty-eight hours. The place was now a maze of cubicles each with its own computer workstation and telephone. Part of the building had been screened off to make the enormous conference room that Matthews was now in. There were over a hundred chairs set up and they were all being quickly occupied and many more agents were standing against the wall in the back.
Matthews wondered just how many agents the Director had assigned to the Louisville area. She had a hotel room in a nearby hotel and knew that the Agency had reserved all of the rooms there, but she had seen rows of cots set up in the back of the Wal-Mart building. She knew that teams of agents were working in shifts around the clock, so the agents currently in the conference room were probably only half or perhaps a third of the agents working in Louisville.
Matthews noticed that, despite the improvised nature of the Agency's onsite operations center, security was still a high priority. All of the entrances to the building had been sealed off save one and anyone entering was thoroughly examined for slugs, both externally and--with the assistance of an ultrasound imaging device--internally. Matthews felt that the agents handling security at the entrance had spent much more time examining her than the male agent that had been in the line in front of her.
Matthews looked around the room and was a bit disconcerted to see that she was the only female agent present. Apparently the Director was not taking the chance of having the slugs turn another female agent into a saboteur.
She wondered why the Director was keeping her on the case ...
Matthews looked up and saw that Agent Hoskins had walked to the front of the room and was tapping his ink pen on a podium to get everyone's attention. The room fell silent and Hoskins cleared his throat and began addressing the agents gathered in the room.
"Okay, let's get started on our morning briefing. As you know, a college student named Mary Calvert was infected last Sunday with a new form of alien slug that conceals itself in the vaginal tract and uterus of a female host. This slug reproduces by replication when its host has sexual contact with a prospective host. We believe Mary Calvert infected both her roommate Jasmine Harmon and a friend named Jack Neal on Sunday evening or Monday morning."
"On Monday, Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon checked into a room at the Bardstown Inn here in Louisville and we believe that they infected four other females between Monday afternoon and Tuesday afternoon. We suspect that two of the infected females were the assistant manager of the hotel and a maid on the housekeeping staff."
"Agent Dana Lentz was infected on Tuesday afternoon while interviewing either the maid or the hotel manager. While under the control of the slug, Lentz hampered the Agency's investigation by covering up and destroying evidence."
Matthews detected hostility in Hoskins' voice and saw the bandage over his right ear. Lentz had shot away the lower half of his ear and missed killing him by inches.
"There's no doubt that the Agency suffered a set back when Agent Lentz was infected. We pretty much have had to go back and start our investigation from scratch. We discovered that a local police officer named Julie Owens had assisted Agent Lentz with the raid at the Bardstown Inn. This Officer Owens has been off on sick leave since Wednesday and no one knows where she is. The logbook at the Jefferson County police armory showed that she made a visit there on Tuesday morning. Several stun guns and tasers were missing from the armory."
Several agents in the room muttered under their breath and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"Officer Owens had been dating a deputy sheriff and we found a slug in the ejaculatory duct of his prostate gland. Fortunately males do not appear to be controlled by this new type of slug, but they act as carriers and can infect females through sexual intercourse. The good news is that the slug that was in the deputy sheriff was dead and he later ejected it when urinating. Atlanta has a theory that a slug can't survive for more than a few days in a human male. So a simple quarantine seems to be the cure for alien infection in males."
"The deputy sheriff admitted that in the last week he had sex with both Officer Owens and a woman named Abigail Scott. We searched Miss Scott's apartment and it looked like she hadn't been there in days. We obtained hair samples from her apartment and got a match with the DNA found on the bedsheets from the Bardstown Inn, so we are presuming that she is infected. Miss Scott is professionally known as "Ashley" with several arrests on her record for drug possession and prostitution ..."
There was more murmuring in the room.
"That's right," Hoskins continued, "and I don't want to speculate about how many "clients" she may have spread slugs to in the past few days. We subpoenaed her cell phone records, but she hasn't made any calls since Tuesday. We are going to need to track down every person she has ever called and search them for slugs. She's also made a lot of calls to a Frederick's of Hollywood store here in town over the last six months. Agent Rutter, I want your team to check out that store as soon as the mall opens."
"We currently have arrest warrants in NCIC for Mary Calvert, Jasmine Harmon, Julie Owens, Abigal Scott also known as Ashley, as well as the hotel manager and maid. There is one other female that was probably infected on Monday or Tuesday. We have studied a captured slug and we know exactly how it functions and how it spreads to new hosts ..."
Matthews was relieved that Hoskins didn't mention that she was the person who had involuntarily given the Agency its first-hand knowledge of how a slug enslaved new hosts. She wondered if any other agents in the room were aware that she had been carrying a slug in her pussy just a few days ago.
"The way the slug infects a human female is insidious. The slug hi-jacks the body of their female host and overwhelms her with intense, sexual stimulation, making the host a willing thrall ..."
... host-slave ...
Matthews squirmed slightly in her seat.
"... who's sole purpose is to serve the slug ..."
... Master ...
Matthews suddenly felt very warm and she loosened the collar of her shirt.
"... and spread the alien parasite ..."
... Master ...
Matthews could felt her heart pounding in her chest.
"... to new hosts by sexual contact ..."
Matthews realized that she was getting incredibly excited as Hoskins was describing how ...
... wonderful ...
... it felt to be a ...
... host-slave ...
Matthews unconsciously uncrossed her legs ...
She was back in the Agency's facility in Atlanta, bound to a hospital bed with her feet in a set of stirrups, but she didn't care because she was host-slave and it felt so wonderful. Her Master was inside of her and she was letting it think for her and she loved to obey her Master. She had to let the whole world experience the way she was feeling. It had felt so ... perfect ... when she gave Nurse Tammi her Master and made her a host-slave. She needed to spread Masters to new host-slaves ...
Matthews heard several agents sitting next to her mutter "Fifty!"
She snapped back to reality. Her hand had moved from where it was resting on her leg and was she was caressing her inner thigh. She quickly pulled her hand back and furtively glanced about to see if anyone had been watching her. Everyone appeared focused on what Hoskins was saying.
"Yes, based on what we know of the reproductive rate of the slugs, Atlanta is guessing that by now there could be another fifty female hosts infected. That's consistent with the number of women who have been reported missing from the Louisville area over the past few days. We are going to have to assume that all of those women are infected and we will be working with the FBI and local law enforcement to track them down. However no one outside of the Agency is to know anything other than we are on a man-hunt for Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon and assisting the police in finding the missing women."
Hoskins began taking questions and Matthews got up and slipped away to the rest rooms. She walked to a row of sinks and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
After they had taken the slug out of her, she had been questioned at length by a psychiatrist about whether she was suffering any form of perverse separation anxiety or depression. Matthews had denied having any such symptoms.
But the truth was that she couldn't stop thinking about her brief enslavement. And the more she thought about it ...
Matthews looked over her shoulder at the line of toilet stalls. She knew she ought go back to the briefing room ...
Matthews wandered over to the stall furthest from the entrance and stepped inside. She latched the door behind her and reached around her back to unzip her skirt. She let her skirt fall to the floor and then removed her panties, leaning against the door for balance as she lifted one leg and then another to get them off. She paused, examining the bare skin between her legs where the medical team in Atlanta had completely shaved her while she was in confinement.
"Its just a harmless fantasy," she thought to herself. "It doesn't affect my ability to perform my job and no one needs to know ..."
She sat down with her legs spread apart over the toilet and slid her fingers up and down through the folds of her already wet pussy. She closed her eyes started fantasizing again about how good it had felt to be controlled by a slug ...
... Master ...
Matthews didn't try to stifle her moaning as she brought herself to orgasm. After all, it wasn't like anyone was going to walk in on her ...
She was the only woman in the building.
... swarm ...
Deputy Davida Hack drummed her fingers on the railing of the jury box. She was pulling bailiff duty in Judge Nancy Harrison's Saturday morning court and she was more than a little perturbed that the arraignments were dragging on longer than usual.
They had started a half hour late because Judge Harrison had been delayed back in chambers with a paralegal named Kristin who supposedly needed an ex parte restraining order signed. Deputy Hack had found it extremely suspicious that what should have taken just a few minutes had ended up taking over a hour. After they had been locked in the judge's office for a while, Davida had snuck by and placed her ear against the door. She had gotten rather good at surreptitiously listening in on jurors when they were deliberating, and she had eavesdropped on the judge and Kristin for several minutes ...
Davida would never have figured that Judge Harrison was a lesbian.
She looked up and saw the judge smiling at her from the bench.
"Court's in recess," Judge Harrison murmured. "Deputy Hack, will you meet me back in chambers?"
Davida fumed. Court was going to take forever this morning and the sheriff's office didn't pay overtime. She followed Judge Harrison back to her office, vowing that if the judge ever tried any lesbian hanky-panky with her she would hire any one of a dozen lawyers she had become acquainted with while working at the courthouse and file a multi-million dollar sexual harassment lawsuit.
They stepped into the judge's office and Davida saw that Kristin was still there along with Lisa, a district court clerk that worked in Courtroom 8. Kristin's back was to Davida and she appeared to be running her hands over Lisa's dress, smoothing and straightening out some wrinkles. Kristin heard them enter and she slowly turned around.
Davida gaped at her. The paralegal's breasts and belly were straining against an outfit that obviously wasn't designed for maternity wear. Something wasn't right. Davida was acquainted with Kristin and she was definitely not pregnant when Davida saw her leaving the circuit clerk's office last week ...
Judge Harrison brushed against her and she felt something tugging on her belt. She looked down and saw that the judge was removing the stun gun from her belt. Before her mind could register what was happening, the judge pressed the stun gun against Davida's back and discharged five seconds of a high voltage, low amperage electrical charge through her body.
The room began spinning, and Davida slumped forward into the arms of Kristin and Lisa. They lowered her to the floor so she was resting on her back.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, Davida, but you'll feel so much better very soon, I promise."
Davida stared up at Judge Harrison. She was aware of Lisa kneeling beside her and working the buckle on her belt, but Davida couldn't do anything to stop her. She felt as weak as a newborn kitten and didn't have the strength to move her arms or legs. From her training at the police academy, Davida knew that the effects of the stun gun would leave her disoriented and incapacitated for a couple of minutes.
Lisa got her belt unfastened and she felt Kristin pulling down her pants. "You better get back to the courtroom Nancy," she heard Kristin say. "In a half hour bring back that deputy jailer with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Then we'll start bringing the female prisoners in the holding cells into our Hive."
"I will obey," Judge Harrison said, smiling blissfully.
Davida felt Kristin climb onto her and straddle her thighs. She watched helplessly as Judge Harrison carefully stepped around them and left the office.
From her vantage point on the floor, Davida was pretty sure that Judge Harrison wasn't wearing anything under her robe.
Connie Whelan, the morning anchorwoman for the Channel 42 news, raised a few eyebrows when she refused to lead with the story on the dozens of women being reported missing in the Louisville area and instead went with the piece on a fund raising drive for the Humane society.
Connie had been due for some vacation time off from work and was considering a trip to the Bahamas. Last night she had gone to the Wet Seal shop to buy a bikini and arrived just as the mall was closing. The security grate at the Wet Seal shop was already down, but the sales girl inside had immediately recognized Connie and let her in the store. She was extremely friendly to Connie and fawned over her as she helped her pick out a bikini. Connie was used to some preferential treatment as a minor TV celebrity, but the sales girl was treating her like royalty ...
It was only after the sales girl had fitted her pussy with a Master that Connie realized just what an important prize she was to the Hive. Connie was taken to the mall office where her Master direct conferenced with several other Masters and then she went home with the sales girl. They spent most of the morning with their faces buried between each other's thighs, licking each other to one delicious orgasm after another while Connie's Master instructed her on how to deal with any troublesome news reports that might come up.
Like the story she just killed on the sudden surge of missing women.
Connie smiled as they went live in the studio. The host-slave from the Wet Seal store had come to work with Connie today posing as her new intern and after the news the two of them would began bringing female reporters into the Hive.
Connie could barely control her excitement as she did the morning news. Her nipples poked out from her blouse like two gumdrops and the cameraman struggled to keep the camera angle off of them, wondering all the while why Connie wasn't wearing a bra.
... swarm ...
As soon as Dr. Dorina Gerwitz had arrived at her clinic, her receptionist informed her that there was a walk-in patient that she really needed to see before her first appointment. Dr. Dorina Gerwitz stopped in the hallway just outside of the examination room and read the patient's name off of the chart. She stepped into the room and said, "Hello Melanie, I'm Dr. Gerwitz, what can I help you with ..."
Dr. Gerwitz's voice trailed off and stopped in mid-sentence. Melanie was sitting on the edge of the examination table with her legs dangling over the side, cradling her swollen belly in her hands. It looked like she had stuck a basketball under her dress. Dr. Gerwitz was immediately concerned because the patient was way too thin to be carrying a child. Other than her very swollen belly and breasts, the patient did not appear to have put on any child-bearing weight. She did have a wonderful pregnancy glow about her ... her skin was beautiful ...
Dr. Gerwitz was so preoccupied with examining the patient that she didn't hear her receptionist slip in behind her and shut the door.
Dr. Dorina Gerwitz parted her legs to allow her receptionist to press against her from behind. She bent further over so her stomach was resting on the examination table and she heard her pantyhose rip some more as the Thing that was passing out of her receptionist continued to push into her pussy.
Ever since she felt that sharp stinging sensation in her lower back, all Dr. Gerwitz could think about was getting the Thing inside of her. She reached behind her and clenched a handful of her pantyhose in both hands and pulled, ripping her hose away to completely expose her ass. Her fingers pulled her panties out of the way and she spread her vaginal opening to whatever it was that was penetrating her.
"Put it in me," she moaned. "Hurry ..."
Her receptionist squealed in pleasure and Dr. Gerwitz felt something warm and spongy slide into her. Her sexual arousal intensified as it began to move up her vagina.
"What ... did you put inside of me?" she panted.
Melanie--the woman who had passed herself off as a patient--was still sitting on the edge of the table and smiled down at Dr. Gerwitz.
"It is a superior life form called a Master," she said. "You are now its host. It will quickly mature inside of you and you will become host-slave."
"I ... don't ... uh ... uh ... understand ..."
Dr. Gerwitz was finding it difficult to concentrate. She was being overwhelmed by waves of intense sexual stimulation flooding her body.
"It is not necessary for you to understand, doctor. Just let yourself enjoy what is happening to you. Don't you feel wonderful?"
"... mmmmmm ... yes ..." She had never felt this aroused before, not even during sex.
Seductively tempting thoughts filled her mind. She suddenly felt sexually attracted to her receptionist, which was strange because she hadn't felt this way before. The idea felt foreign, like it had been planted in her mind. Dr. Gerwitz closed her eyes and began to receive more of these "foreign" thoughts ...
... obedience is desired ... surrender to your desires ... obedience is good ... obedience brings pleasure ...
"Its in my mind ... I can feel it ...," she whispered.
"I'm so happy for you," Melanie said with a blissful smile. "Your transformation is beginning."
Dr. Gerwitz groaned and grabbed the edge of the examination table. Her receptionist had slid to the floor and pressed her face between Dr. Gerwitz's legs, lapping her warm tongue on her pussy. Dr. Gerwitz eagerly embraced what had been planted in her mind and found herself sexually attracted to her receptionist. Her pussy felt so sensitive and her receptionist was hitting all the right spots.
"Oh god, you're going to make me cum ..."
"Yes, cum doctor," Melanie whispered. "Cum and give your mind to your Master."
... obedience is good ... obedience brings pleasure ...
"Yes ... my mind ... I will obey ... OH GOD!"
The entire wall of Dr. Gerwitz's office was covered with professional degrees, awards, board certifications and licenses. She had published dozens of papers and had the reputation of being the best gynecologist in central Kentucky. But as she orgasmed, Dr. Gerwitz eagerly accepted the premise that the Thing inside of her ... her Master ... had a far superior intellect than hers. And when her throbbing pussy gushed, she willingly surrendered her mind and let her Master probe and absorb her memories and fill her with the instructions she now longed to carry out.
She would let her Master do her thinking for her from now on. She only needed to obey.
"I am host-slave," she said.
She was now just Dorina to the Hive. She removed her clothes and climbed onto the examination table. Her Master had absorbed everything she knew, from female human anatomy and the workings of the reproductive system to the way her clinic was operated, and it was important that this knowledge be shared with the Hive.
Dorina laid back on the table and propped herself up on her elbows. She stared down between her legs and was amazed at what an ideal vessel her pussy made for her Master. She was being kept in an incredible state of sexual arousal so that her pussy remained continuously wet for her Master. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Dorina felt her Master begin descending down her vagina. Her swollen labia, still glistening with her juices, parted open and she saw the lovely communication tendril of her Master snake out of her vaginal opening and sway back and forth over her pussy.
Melanie undressed and straddled Dorina and they both sighed contentedly as the communication tendrils of the Masters joined together. Dorina gazed at Melanie's swollen belly. She couldn't wait to transferring Masters from Melanie into the pussies of her patients. She continued to examine Melanie's beautiful body and her eyes feel upon her luscious breasts with their pierced, erect nipples.
When her mind was being possessed, Dorina had learned that the Masters induced a state of false pregnancy in their host-slaves by triggering the production a massive amount of estrogen and progesterone. The benefit to the Master was that their host-slave would cease ovulation and menstruation and their uterus would expand to allow them to carry additional Masters in their womb. The Masters had not anticipated the side effects of increased skin vascularization and breast enlargement in the host-slave. The medical knowledge contained in Dorina's mind had assured her Master that these changes were benign and would actually further their plans by making the host-slave more physically attractive.
Dorina grabbed her sensitive breasts, cupping them in her hands and caressing her erect nipples. She relished the thought that within a week the induced hormonal activity would cause her already ample breasts to double in size.
Dorina excitedly thrust her hips upwards against Melanie and their pussies made a wet smacking noise as they gently bumped together. Their linked Masters slid back and forth between them, stimulating Dorina in a way that just a few minutes ago she would have thought to be physically impossible.
She threw her head back and in seconds she was cumming.
"Fuck! It feels so ... fucking good ...,"
Dorina was not prone to use profanity, but fuck, it DID feel so fucking good.
Few of Dorina's patients that day complained when she bound their legs in the examination stirrups. Fewer still complained when a sheet was placed over their legs and the examination table was lowered so they couldn't see the end of the table.
However every patient exhibited some form of initial concern when they felt Melanie's pregnant belly pressing between their legs ...
They didn't complain for long.
At first, Christina was furious when she realized that her husband had infected her with something he picked up from sleeping with a prostitute named Ashley. But her fury quickly subsided and was almost immediately replaced with feelings that were very much more comforting and pleasurable.
Christina now sat at her kitchen table with her bathrobe open, running her fingers through her wonderfully aroused wet slit as she flipped through the classified section of the morning paper. Because she was a secondary infection from a male host, her Master was out of communication with the rest of the Hive. She quickly found the advertisement that she had been instructed to look for and got dressed and headed to the Eastland Mall.
" ... Unit 240, en route to University Hospital with a Caucasian female, 34 years old, who was a restrained driver in a motor vehicle accident ..."
The driver of the ambulance concentrated on maneuvering around two cars that had pulled over for him and then resumed talking into his mike, shouting loud enough to be clearly heard over wail of the siren.
"... ... patient was unconscious when we arrived ... possible concussion, possible fracture to the left arm, possible one or more fractured ribs, possible hemopneumothorax ... patient is immobilized on a back board and we are administering oxygen ... ETA twenty minutes ..."
The driver hung the mike back on the dashboard. "How's she doing?" he called over his shoulder.
"Still unconscious," Amber yelled back to him. She looked down and checked the oximeter attached the patient's finger. "I'm pretty sure one of her lungs has collapsed."
They struck a pothole and Amber grabbed the side of the ambulance cot to keep her balance. She noticed that a small amount of blood had seeped through the patient's pants near her knee and she grabbed a pair of bandage scissors and cut a flap of the pants away. She saw that the patient's knee had a small cut that had already stopped bleeding, but there was a nasty purplish bruise forming around it. Amber examined the patient, looking for other signs of trauma. She saw that the patient's pelvic area appeared to be abnormally swollen. She carefully cut a slit in the crotch area of the patient's pants and was surprised to find that the patient wasn't wearing any underwear. The patient's labia were incredibly swollen, and Amber wondered if it was being caused by internal bleeding. She gently pushed around the patient vulva and saw a drop of clear fluid leak from her vaginal opening.
The patient's eyelids fluttered and she groaned into the oxygen mask.
"Ma'am?" Amber said, leaning over the patient. "Ma'am, can you hear me? You're going to be okay. You've been in a car accident and we're taking you to University Hospital. We'll be there very soon. Just a few minutes, okay? Can you squeeze my hand? You're going to be alright ... ouch!"
Amber felt something like a flea bite on her back and she reached around and rubbed her bottom. She looked down and saw a black, rubbery string sticking to the crotch of her EMT uniform. It was pulled taut and her eyes followed its length to where the other end came out of the vaginal opening of the patient.
"What in the name of blazes ...," Amber muttered. She lifted the bandage scissors to cut away whatever it was that was sticking to her.
Amber hesitated and her vision became momentarily blurred. She sighed and lowered the scissors from the black string and began to cut away at the material of her uniform pants. She carefully cut around the black string and saw that it had also penetrated through her cotton panties. She continued cutting until she had removed enough of her pants and panties to completely reveal her pussy. She put the scissors on the cot and pulled her labia apart to examine how the black string had entered her. The black string remained taut regardless of how much she swayed due to the motion of the ambulance and it caused a pleasant tickle whenever it brushed against the walls of her lower vagina.
Amber looked back at the patient and saw that she had ejected a wet pulsating mass approximately six to eight inches long. It looked like a dark grey slug shot through with black streaks and it was slowly pulling itself along the black string towards Amber.
... there wasn't much time ... this thing will die without her ... it needed her ... she had to save it ... that was her job, saving lives ...
Amber reached out and carefully scooped the thing up with both of her hands. She sat down in the collapsible seat by the ambulance cot and spread her legs and cradled the thing against her. The thing slowly slithered into her and she bit her lip to help stifle the noises she was making in response to the pleasurable feelings flooding her body. Within a minute it was completely inside of her and her pussy began to pleasantly ache. Almost like an automaton, her fingers went to her rapidly swelling labia and she masturbated as the thing continued to ascend inside of her. She knew that it wanted her mind and she willingly gave it and was rewarded with the best orgasm she had ever had.
The ambulance arrived at the hospital and Amber barely had time to remove her tattered and soaked pants and replace them with the spare pair that she kept in the back. The driver jumped out and opened the back door of the ambulance. Amber helped him remove the cot and they raced into the emergency room with the patient that her Master had abandoned.
In two hours Amber's shift would be up and she would head directly to the Eastland Mall and inform her Hive that she had replaced the host that had been injured.
"Sherri! Tiffany! You're on in five!"
"Be right there, Larry," Sherri yelled back to the club owner from their dressing room. Her Master disengaged its communication tendril from the Master that she had just inserted into the pussy of Tiffany and the two dancers got up off of the floor and examined their bodies in the dressing room mirror. Tiffany ran her fingers in a light caress over her erect nipples and down the front of her body into her little patch of sopping wet public hair.
"I am host-slave," Tiffany whispered. She removed a wet nap from a container sitting on a nearby table and began to clean her thighs, wiping away the warm fluid that had squirted from their pussies as their Masters direct conferenced. "Thank you, Sherri. Its ... wonderful."
"You're welcome, love. Our Masters will be ready to reproduce just about the time Rae and Taylor arrive this evening. After our next number I will explain how we will recruit them."
"I will obey. I can't wait."
Larry screamed for them again and they quickly slipped into their outfits and raced for the stage. Tiffany found that she couldn't keep her hands off of Sherri and their dance number ended up violating almost every provision of the local ordinance regulating nude dancing and almost caused a riot among the patrons. They raced back into the dressing room afterwards, giggling happily with their G-strings stuffed full of cash ...
Not that money meant anything to them anymore.
Agent Max Rutter finished splicing the last cable and a voice crackled in the earpiece he was wearing. He quickly stowed his tools away and made his way back through the service corridor to the exit. He removed the duct tape from the lock of the door that he had picked open a half hour earlier and made his way across the parking lot to a nearby van. He looked around to make sure no one was nearby and then quickly climbed inside the back of the van and shut the door.
The van was filled with monitors and, thanks to the remote transmitters that Agent Rutter had just finished installing, they were picking up feeds from security cameras throughout the mall. Agent Rutter poured himself a cup of coffee from thermos and sat down next to his partner. They began switching around from camera to camera inside the mall, watching for a few moments and then moving on to the next remote feed.
Agent Rutter was surprised to find that many of the security cameras in the stores were not in operation. He watched a few seconds of a camera that was panning back and forth over a deserted tool aisle in the Sears store. He flipped to another camera and sipped his coffee.
Several hours passed and the two agents became bored out of their wits as they examined store after store.
"I think we've wasted enough of the taxpayer's money for today," Agent Rutter muttered to his partner as he watched the ladies clothing section of a department store. He reached over to switch to the next video feed and his hand froze over the controls. His finger inched over and pushed the "record" button and there was a clicking sound as a VCR tape began to run. Rutter's partner scooted his chair over and they sat silently, their eyes fixated on the monitor.
Agent Mindy Matthews flashed her government credentials at the soldiers blocking the entrance to the Eastland Mall parking lot and was waved through. The streets around the mall had been blocked off by a cordon of military vehicles and traffic was being detoured so that no one was able to come within two blocks of the mall. Matthews had to pass through three checkpoints just to get to the parking lot.
She drove through the parking towards the center part of the shopping mall. She saw Agent Hoskins waiting for her by the entrance by the mall's food court. She parked behind three cars with government plates that were illegally parked adjacent to the sidewalk by the mall entrance. She exited her car and made her way quickly over to Hoskins. Nearby, a helicopter touched down in an open area of the parking lot. She saw several other helicopters circling in the sky and suspected that the ones in the distance were news copters.
Hoskins greeted her, shouting to make himself be heard over the noise of the landing helicopter. He held open one of the doors for her and Matthews walked through into a foyer. The doors and plate glass windows in front of her had been recently painted with black paint to completely obscure what was on the other side in the mall. She saw several cans of spray paint tossed in the corner.
Matthews didn't wait for Hoskins to get the painted inner door for her and she pushed it open. The food court appeared to be completely deserted and the only sound was Muzak being piped in from speakers in the ceiling.
"Over here, Matthews." Hoskins had drawn his gun on her and was indicating for her to step into a Orange Julius by the mall entrance. Hoskins saw her staring at his gun. "Just a precaution," he smiled.
They entered the Orange Julius and Matthews saw two technicians she recognized from the CDC facility in Atlanta setting up medical equipment.
"You know the procedure, Agent Matthews," one of them said.
Matthews removed her blazer and draped it over the back of a chair and unbuttoned and took off her shirt. One of the technicians examined her back while the other one ran a device over her stomach and lower abdomen while watching a monitor.
"No slugs," they said to Hoskins, almost in unison.
Hoskins holstered his gun. "Sorry, Matthews. Nothing personal."
"Sure. How's that ear feeling?"
"Look, you know we can't be too careful with this new type of slug."
"Then why keep me on the case, Hoskins? You withdrew every other female agent out of Louisville."
"You're special."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Hoskins."
"I'm being serious. The Director has a theory that you may have developed a knack at identifying slug-ridden females when you were infected."
"I doubt it."
"We'll soon found out." Hoskins walked over and lifted up a hinged part of the food counter. "If the old man's wrong, then you're on the next flight back to Atlanta."
Matthews followed Hoskins behind the food counter and they pushed through a swinging door into the kitchen area. Inside six women were sitting on the floor with their hands bound behind their backs with handcuffs. Two agents armed with automatic rifles stood watch over them.
Matthews stared at the women. A brunette in her mid-thirties was obviously a host-slave. The permanently erect nipples of her swollen breasts pressed against her T-shirt as she stared blankly at Matthews.
None of the other women had any visible signs of infection. They all looked like they had been crying as evidenced by either their puffy eyes or runs in their mascara. A red-haired teenager was still sobbing and another woman began crying when Matthews stepped towards them. Everyone but the brunette began pleading with Matthews:
"What's going on?"
"Are you in charge?"
"How long are you going to keep me here?"
"Am I in trouble?
"Please let me go ..."
"I didn't do anything."
"I want to call my husband. "
"I want to go home ..."
Matthews quickly turned away and she and Hoskins left the kitchen.
"The black-haired woman in the green dress is clean," she said. "The rest are infected."
"She's right," one of the technicians said.
Hoskins smiled. "Good job, Matthews. Come with me, you're going to need to see this to believe it."
Matthews walked with Hoskins down the food court and they stared down the length of the mall. Hundreds of women were sitting on the floor in the center of the mall with their hands bound with plastic ties behind their backs. Dozens of armed agents stood watch over them and Matthews saw other agents searching through the stores.
"We think almost all of the women in the mall are infected," Hoskins said to her.
"It's unbelievable," Matthews said. She watched a pair of agents remove a woman from a store and bring her to the center of the mall.
"We got Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon. We found them in the mall office with thirty naked women, all piled up like a bunch of sleeping hamsters. The Director wants Calvert and Harmon sent to Atlanta tonight, all the rest are to remain in the mall. We have no holding facility big enough so this is as good a place as any."
"How are we ever going to conceal this?" Matthews asked. "This outbreak is ten times bigger than the one at Waco and you know what a public relations disaster that turned out to be."
"Don't worry, Matthews. The Director has got it all worked out."
LOUISVILLE, Kentucky (The Associated Press) -- An official with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta confirmed late this evening that more than five hundred employees and customers at the Eastland Mall in Louisville, Kentucky are believed to have been exposed to the bacterial spores that induce anthrax.
Military units stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky began arriving at the Eastland Mall just before it closed this evening to seal off the area and place it under quarantine. Many employees and customers, almost all of them women, are being held inside the mall and treated for infection. Dozens of special agents with the Department of Homeland Security are working in cooperation with the military, leading to speculation that the anthrax outbreak is an act of bioterrorism.
Although it is extremely rare in the United States, anthrax is one of the deadliest and oldest diseases known to man. It can infect human beings as well as livestock and in its most severe form is nearly always fatal if not treated promptly.