According to her driver's license, the girl's name was Kathy Goodin and she was just a few weeks away from her 20th birthday. Like the rest of the customers and employees of the Gap clothing store at the Eastland Mall, she was sitting on the carpeted floor with her hands bound behind her back with a plastic tie. She sat quietly, unnaturally calm, almost like she was bored by the situation she was in. She was behaving suspiciously ... acting so differently from the other women detained in the store.
Agent Mindy Matthews glanced one more time at the picture on the Kentucky driver's license and then back at the girl. Yes ... Kathy Goodin was different, very different from the other women in the store ...
Kathy Goodin wasn't infected.
Matthews turned and examined a sales girl sitting next to Miss Goodin. The girl had been crying, her eyeliner smudged, her mascara smeared ...
"I want to go home," she said to Matthews. "Why are you keeping us here? I didn't do anything wrong."
It is in their eyes, Matthews thought, staring into the face of the infected sales girl. Regardless of how normal they appear, there was something in their eyes that gave them away. Whether an infected female was feigning fear or anger or hysteria, Matthews saw shining in their eyes that which she herself had experienced while host-slave--lust, joy, contentment.
The eyes were indeed the window to the soul of an infected host, but being able to spot this was a gift that apparently none of the others agents had. When the Agency had seized the Eastland Mall, any women showing obvious physical signs of infection were singled out and removed them from the others. Matthews had passed these women in the center of the mall. Most of them were braless and the permanently aroused, erect nipples of their swollen unbound breasts protruded against their blouses, halter tops, t-shirts and dresses.
The agents had also taken all of the men that were in the mall to the Sears store. That left hundreds of women detained in the mall stores. For the last hour Agent Matthews had walked among them, using her special ability to identify women that were infected with the alien parasites. It soon became apparent that almost all of the women in the mall were now hosts to the aliens, and Matthews found it easier just to pick out the women that weren't infected. Like Kathy Goodin.
Agent Matthews handed the drivers license back to one of the agents that was guarding the women. He looked familiar and Matthews remembered meeting him after the Waco outbreak. She searched her memory ... his last name was ... Morris ... and he worked out of the Agency's office in Houston, Texas. Matthews didn't recognized most of the agents in the mall, the Director had brought them from all over the country to deal with the Louisville outbreak. And all of them men--Matthews suspected that she was the only female agent within a hundred miles of Louisville. She walked over to the entrance to the store where Agent Hoskins was standing.
"The brown-haired girl in the skirt ... Kathy Goodin," Matthews whispered to him. "She is the only one who isn't infected."
"Are you sure? The way she has been acting ... we were sure she was one of them."
"Have I been wrong yet?"
Hoskins slowly shook his head. All of the women that Matthews had identified over the last hour had all been given sonograms to confirm that they didn't have an alien slug inside of them. He beckoned for Agent Morris to join them by the store entrance and told him in a quiet voice, "Keep the brown hair girl in the skirt ... Kathy Goodin ... away from the others until we can have her examined."
Hoskins walked out of the store and Matthews followed him. Next to the Gap store was another women's clothing store ... a Lane Bryant store. Matthews wondered how many hosts had been recruited in the dressing rooms ...
Matthews heard Agent Morris shout something and she and Hoskins walked quickly back into the store to see what was going on.
The Gap sales girl had scooted around so she was sitting across from Kathy Goodin and there was now a glistening black tendril linking the two of them between their legs. Agent Morris stepped forward, trying to separate them ...
"No!" Hoskins yelled. "Leave them alone." He quickly looked around the mall and saw an agent with a hand-held videocamera. "Get over here with that camera! Hurry!"
The agent ran over and joined them in the Gap store. He stared dumbfounded at the two girls on the floor.
"Don't just stand there," Hoskins hissed. "Get this on tape!"
As the agent fumbled with the camera and began recording what was happening, Kathy Goodin slowly spread her legs and stared down at the black tendril that had pierced the front of the turquoise panties she was wearing under her skirt. Within seconds her expression changed from astonishment to horror and revulsion and then ...
... her mouth parted and she moaned. She looked up, watching the sales girl inch closer to her. The sales girl was sliding across the floor as quickly as she could manage with her hands bound behind her back and her dressed hiked up as she scooted her bottom across the floor, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. She placed her right leg over Miss Goodin's leg and as she raised her leg, Matthews got a good view of her engorged labia caressing the black tendril that had shot out of her and implanted itself in Kathy Goodin.
Rather than trying to get away, Miss Goodin moved closer to the sales girl. They intertwined their legs and slowly began rubbing together. The sales girl began trembling and making excited pleasure noises and soon was having visible orgasmic contractions. Although the view was obscured by their legs, Agent Matthews knew that an alien slug was passing from the sales girl into the new host. Matthews looked around at the other women in the store and saw them staring back at her and smiling.
Kathy Goodin began bucking excitedly against the sales girl, uttering "fuck!" and "yes!" as the two girls rubbed against each other. She suddenly sighed and leaned back onto the floor and lifted both of her legs. The tendril was gone and now there was a three inch vertical slit torn in the front of her wet panties. Her swelling labia slowly bulged from the slit, revealing her dilated and wet vaginal opening.
"Oh god, I can feel it in my pussy ..." she panted. "It feels so ... fucking ... wonderful ..."
The sales girls said something that Matthews couldn't hear and the two girls locked their legs together again and began slowly rubbing their pussies against other. Within minutes, Kathy Goodin cried out happily and squirmed on the floor in delight. Her eyes seemed to unfocus and she whispered "yessssssss" as she exhaled.
Matthews couldn't turn her eyes away and found herself feeling uncomfortably aroused by what she was witnessing. But what frightened her more was that she felt ... envious.
Miss Goodin's her eyes slowly refocused. With some difficulty she raised herself back up into a sitting position, breathing deeply, gazing at Agent Matthews with a knowing smile ...
She looked ... triumphant.
Matthews began to imagine what it would have been like to have come into this store earlier today. Stepping into the dressing room, removing her clothes, hearing the sales girl slip in behind her ...
... spreading herself open with her fingers for the sales girl, eagerly accepting her new Master, letting her pussy embrace it as letting it embrace her mind, and then happily taking on the role of a new sales girl in the store, helping enslave new hosts in the dressing rooms, all the while in a state of constant sexual arousal, her nipples erect, her pussy forever wet as a sign of her obedience ..."
Matthews suddenly felt dizzy and Hoskins reached out and steadied her. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I've got to get out of here," Matthews said. "I can't take any more of this. Not today."
"You look exhausted. When was the last time you got any sleep?"
"Thursday? Or Friday ... I can't remember. They gave me some sleeping pills in Atlanta, but they haven't helped."
Hoskins put his arm around her shoulder and lead her out of the store. "Why don't you go back to the hotel and try to sleep. There are only a few stores left and we can search the women in those stores by ultrasound. More equipment and scientists are coming in from Atlanta and Covington, Vermont and we should have everyone examined by this evening."
They passed several groups of host-slaves sitting on the floor of the mall guarded by dozens of armed agents. The women all stared at Matthews and smiled as she walked by. After what they had just seen, Matthews suspected that Hoskins was escorting her because he was afraid of her being taken by a slug.
"Why do you think they infected her, right in front of us like that?"
"Who knows," Hoskins muttered. "They're not even trying conceal the fact that they are infected anymore. When we took the mall, most of them didn't resist and tried to pass themselves off as innocent customers. Oh, some tried to run ... and we found dozens of them hiding in bathrooms and storerooms, but the only real resistance was back in the mall offices. That missing police officer ... Owens ... Julie Owens ... she was hiding inside the reception area and shot and killed Max Rutter as soon as he came through the door. The rest of Rutter's team subdued her and discovered what she had been protecting. They had filled one of the offices with mattresses and blankets and pillows, like some type of nest. There were dozens of naked women in there ... their body heat had made the room like ten degrees warmer. They were all huddled in a protective ring around Mary Calvert ... we had to pull them out of the way to get to her. And you should see her ... her belly is swollen like a tick, she's so full of slugs. Her roommate ... Jasmine Harmon ... was holding on to her and fought like a cat to keep us away ..."
They carefully stepped around several display racks that had been removed from a nearby shoe store. A man in a protective white suit was on a step ladder and hanging sterile plastic sheets over the front of the store. Another technician was inside and setting up an examination table. Matthews stared at the stirrups at the end of the table as they walked by.
"... the Director wants Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon flown to Atlanta this morning. We are going to keep the rest of them here. This mall is as good a holding facility as any. Its going to take us days, maybe weeks to process all of infected women."
Matthews felt her stomach turn at the way Hoskins casually used the word "process" as a euphemism for what the Agency was planning to do.
They arrived at a mall exit and one of the agents guarding the exit pushed open the door for her. All of the glass on the doors and windows had been spray painted with black paint to keep anyone outside from seeing what was happening in the mall.
"Goodnight Matthews," Hoskins said. "Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."
Matthews gave him a forced smile and stepped outside into the parking lot. The door shut behind her and she looked around.
"Great," she muttered. "Just great." She had left the mall by the wrong exit. Her car was parked by the entrance to the food court and that part of the mall was several hundred yards away across the parking lot.
She quickly decided that wasn't going back into the mall. The agents at the door would probably want to search her again and she'd be assigned another handler like Hoskins to follow her around.
Agent Matthews cursed under her breath and set off across the parking lot.
She heard the sound of diesel engines and saw several military vehicles drive by on the main road in front of the mall. Although the parking lot itself was dark and quiet, there was a flurry of activity on streets all around the mall as hundreds of soldiers hurriedly erected barbed-wire barricades and set up search lights. The mall was already looking like a prison camp.
Matthews walked between a row of parked cars and happened to glance in the passenger-side window of a blue Honda Accord. She identified where the car was located by the lot number on a nearby halogen lamp and continued across the parking lot to where her car was parked.
Matthews unlocked her car and got in, not bothering to fasten her seatbelt. She started the engine and drove slowly down the lane between the mall and the parking lot. As she drove, she reached up and removed the plastic cover of the dome light in her car and unscrewed the light bulb. She found row of cars she was looking for and let her car roll to a stop in front of the Honda Accord she had seen earlier.
Matthews got out of her car and drew her revolver and tapped her fingers on the driver's side window of the Accord.
"Roll down the window," she said quietly.
The person hunkered down in the driver seat slowly sat up and Matthews found herself staring into the face of a teenaged girl.
There was no reaction to her command, so Matthews said more forcefully, "Roll down the window or I'll break it."
The girl reached over and rolled down the window. Matthews quickly leaned in and smashed the dome light with the barrel of her gun. The girl made a frightened squeak and sat back staring wide-eyed at Matthews.
Matthews looked around the parking lot and then opened the car door. "Get in my car."
The girl hesitated and Matthews said, "Either get in my car or I'll call for some of those soldiers and we can go into the mall."
The girl quickly got out of her car and scrambled past Matthews. She climbed into the open door of the rental car and crawled over into the passenger seat. Matthews tucked her gun into her belt and took off her blazer. She followed the girl into her car and shut the door.
"Scoot the seat back and get down on floor under the dash."
The girl did as she was told and Matthews draped her blazer over her and started her engine. She drove through the parking lot and made her way towards a barricade set up at one of the exits to the parking lot. She rolled down her window and flipped open her wallet and held it out towards one of the soldiers manning the barricade. The soldier shined his flashlight on a badge and picture ID that identified Matthews as a employee of the Department of Homeland Security.
"You're clear to go," the soldier said, waving her on. "Agent Hoskins just radioed us that you were leaving."
Two soldiers removed the barricade in front of her car, and Matthews drove through the roadblock and turned onto the street in front the mall. All of the lights were on in the gas stations and stores on the other side of the street, but not a person was to be seen inside--a two block area around the Eastland Mall had been evacuated. Matthews drove down the street and passed through another roadblock where soldiers were holding back reporters and curious onlookers.
A digital time and temperature sign in front of a bank read just after midnight. Agent Matthews realized it was Sunday. Exactly one week ago she had let Mary Calvert slip past her ...
Matthews glanced over at the girl hiding under her blazer.
"You can get up now. We're away from the mall."
The girl peeked out from under the blazer and stared warily at Matthews. They passed under a street lamp the girl's lip gloss glowed in the light.
"Wasn't it a little late to be out shopping?," Matthews asked.
The girl climbed up and sat in the passenger seat. "The soldiers started arriving just after I got to the mall. I turned on my car radio to see what was going on and all the stations were saying that there was anthrax in mall. I was scared, so I hid in my car."
"What's your name?"
"Heather."
"I'm Mindy. Were you in the mall earlier today? Or maybe this week?"
"No," Heather said quietly. "No, I haven't been to the mall in a long, long time."
Matthews watched as Heather slipped on the blazer and pulled it tight around her.
Matthews smiled to herself and they drove in silence.
Lucy was scared. Really scared.
She stared between the bars of her cell as a deputy jailer walked down the hallway with another inmate. She had stayed up the whole night, watching the guards take prisoner after prisoner out of their cells and lead them away.
Most of the prisoners never came back.
But a few did.
Lucy saw one of these prisoners being returned to her cell. The prisoner that had been lead away had appeared sullen and angry at being rousted out of her cell in the middle of the night. But when the guard brought her back she looked so ... euphoric. Lucy had never seen anyone in jail look so happy. She had looked like Nicole Kidman in that movie ... like she was a ...
"Stepford prisoner," Lucy thought.
The guard put her back in her cell and within an hour sound of the "Stepford prisoner" and her cellmate noisily having sex echoed down the cellblock. The girls in the adjacent cells made cat calls and hooted derisively, but the guards ignored the noises coming from the cells and continued taking prisoners away. After a while the guards went back and removed both the "Stepford prisoner" and her cellmate. Lucy watched them being taken away and saw that the cellmate was now a "Stepford prisoner" too. The guards were also acting funny. They were smiling and exchanging knowing glances with the prisoners, as if they were all privy to some great secret.
The prisoners never came back after that. But the guards did, endlessly taking away women out of their cells, putting a few "Stepford prisoners" back in their cells for a while, and then coming back to take both of the cellmates away. Sex noises came from cells up and down the cellblock now and the prisoners in the other cells, the ones that remained, no longer hooted or called out names ...
Another guard came past Lucy's cell again, taking away another prisoner. Lucy crossed her arms across her chest, supporting her breasts under her orange jumpsuit. Prisoners weren't allowed to have bras ... Lucy guessed the guards were afraid that the prisoners might pull the underwiring out to use as a weapon.
"I'm scared," Lucy whispered as they walked by.
"When haven't you been scared, Lucy?"
Lucy looked up at her cellmate Mona lying on the top bunk in their cell.
"This isn't right, Mona. Why are they letting everybody out of jail?"
"Who cares?" Mona turned the page in the romance novel that she was reading. "Maybe they made bond. I wish my lawyer would get my bond lowered."
Lucy watched another prisoner being lead away.
"Something's happening, something bad. The jailers are messing with our minds ... turning us into Stepford prisoners, into pod prisoners, into... into ..."
An inmate at the end of the cellblock began crying out "ah" over and over as she climaxed.
"Lesbians?" Mona said with a smirk.
"Yeah ... yeah!"
"The only person who's mind has been messed with is you, Lucy. God, what kind of drugs were you on before you got locked up?"
"I'm serious! I've been watching all night long ..."
Lucy's voice trailed off as a deputy jailer walked up and stopped in front of their cell. Lucy stepped back as she unlocked the cell door. Lucy stared at the guard's grey uniform shirt. It was only buttoned half-way up and the upper inner halves of the guard's breasts were visible. Even though it was always uncomfortably warm in the jail, Lucy had never seen a guard before who wasn't wearing a bra and white t-shirt under her uniform.
"Hey Mona!," the guard called out as she opened the cell door, "You've got a visitor."
Mona snapped her book shut and hopped out of her bunk and landed on the floor.
"Don't go," Lucy said softly.
Mona ignored her and slipped on her orange flip-flops.
"Stay here ... say you don't want go ... say you're refusing to see your visitor."
"You're crazy, Lucy."
"Listen to me! Since when did the jail start having visiting hours on Sunday morning?"
Mona stopped halfway to the cell door and looked questioningly at the jailer. "Who's here to see me?"
"I don't know."
Mona hesitated and turned to looked back at Lucy. Lucy shook her head from side to side and silently mouthed "please don't go."
"Hey, I was just told to come and get you," the guard said. "Its some kind of family emergency."
That appeared to resolve any doubt in Mona's mind and she walked out of the cell and into the hallway. The jailer slammed the door shut and Lucy quickly stepped forward and resumed her vigil at the bars, watching Mona being taken away.
Lucy waited by the door for Mona to come back. Visits were only supposed to last fifteen minutes. Mona didn't come back after fifteen minutes.
Mona didn't come back after an hour.
Lucy watched all morning as the guards continued to take prisoner after prisoner from the cells. And then the guards stopped coming.
And the cellblock was deathly quiet.
"Hello?" Lucy called out tentatively.
"HELLO!," she shouted. Her voice echoed down the cellblock.
"Can anyone hear meeeeeeeee?"
Lucy walked over and sat down on the bottom bunk. A few minutes later she hugged her elbows and started rocking back and forth.
Agent Matthews pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where she was staying. The owners of the hotel had been pressured by the Agency to cancel all reservations and move out their guests so that every room was now reserved by the Agency for an indefinite period of time.
The parking lot of the hotel was almost empty and Matthews figured that all of the agents were at the Eastland Mall or at the operations center in an old Wal-Mart building near the hotel. She parked in the back of the building where her hotel room was and got out of her car and walked up the sidewalk towards the door. Heather exited the car without being asked and followed closely along behind Matthews.
Matthews used her room key card to let them into the building and they climbed a staircase to the third floor. Matthews peeked down the hallway and saw that it was deserted and motioned for Heather to follow. She ran the key card through the lock on her room and opened the door and flipped on the lights. Heather followed her inside and walked slowly over and sat on the edge of one of the two double beds in the room.
Matthews locked the door behind her and turned the deadbolt. She slipped her shoes off by the door and Heather followed her lead by kicking off her sneakers. The teenager brought her legs up one at a time and crossed them as she removed her socks.
Matthews walked over and examined Heather in the light coming from a light fixture over the headboard of the bed.
"So, Heather, when were you in the mall this week?"
"I told you, I haven't been to the mall in like ... forever."
Heather crossed her arms across her chest. She was still wearing the blue blazer that Matthews had covered her with in the car and she hugged it tightly to her, keeping it pulled closed.
"I already know you are a host-slave, Heather ... I can tell without seeing your breasts." And my blazer doesn't really go with your outfit."
Heather smiled and slipped the blazer off and tossed it on the bed beside her. She brought her shoulders forward, pushing her breasts together, her hard nipples clearing visible against the red cami top she was wearing. Her expression changed and she ceased pretending to be a frightened teenager and now beamed with mixture of happiness and the lust that consumed her. Matthews realized that Heather was showing her true nature ... what she had become.
"I know who you are too, Agent Matthews." Heathers voice was now soft, seductive. "I've seen you in my dreams since becoming host-slave, seeing you just as Mary did the night you let her through the roadblock ... those memories are part of the collective knowledge of the Hive. Thank you, Mindy ... for letting Mary escape."
"I didn't LET her escape ..."
"You helped us so much that night, Mindy."
"It was an ... accident."
Heather sat back on the bed, propping herself up with her arms, the palms on her hands flat on the bed cover. "Rescuing me wasn't an accident. Why are we here?"
"I want a truce."
Heather smiled and crossed her legs, her foot moving back and forth excitedly. "My Master finds it difficult to believe that the Agency has sanctioned this meeting."
"I want to help you Heather. Very soon the government will know that you were in the mall. Right now our agents are going through all of the surveillance tapes and credit card transactions for the last week. The Agency is setting equipment right now to destroy the Masters that are in the women in that mall and then they are going to be interrogated ..."
Matthews saw Heather's eyes widen.
"Mmmhmm. Is there someone in the mall that you know, Heather?"
"My mom," Heather said quietly.
"After her Master is destroyed, your mom happily will tell the Agency everything that has happened to her. She will tell them about you and a warrant will be issued for your arrest. Everyone will be looking for you. And when the Agency captures you, then you and everyone in that mall that has been infected, including your mom ... are going to be killed."
Heather sat upright and for a moment she was the frightened teenager again. "That's not true!"
"The cover story is already in place ... the death of everyone in that mall will be blamed on anthrax. The Agency can't allow the public to find out what happened. The Director's position is that it would cause a mass panic, although I am starting to believe that he is more concerned about the public finding out about his precious Agency and that it failed to protect them."
"Why are you telling me this, Mindy?"
"This outbreak is worse than the one at Waco. Hundreds of innocent people are going to die. I don't want to see that happen. I want to save the women in the mall. And you."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I think we should go to the networks and let the public know what is really happening. They will have to listen to us and your Master will our proof. If we move fast ... if we get the news media, the politicians, and the scientific community involved, the Agency won't be able to cover this up ... the Director won't be able to kill the women in the mall ..."
"I know a better way to save the host-slaves in the mall,"Heather said and suddenly hopped off of the edge of the bed. The front of her skirt was moving.
Matthews took a step back and pulled her revolver out of her belt. She pointed it at Heather.
"I thought we had a truce, Heather."
"There can be no truce. You must join us. All I can think about is how wonderful it will be to fuck you and make you host-slave."
"That is your Master talking ..."
"Yes, it is what my Master wants. But I want it too." Heather crossed her arms and pulled her camisole top up over her breasts and then reached behind her and pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. She placed her hands over her breasts and gently pressed them together.
"Heather ... stop it."
"I can't. I don't want to. Look at what has happened to my body, Mindy. I wore a 34B last week, but I'm definitely a cup size larger, maybe even a D cup now. I don't know, I stopped wearing bras on Thursday." Heather released her breasts and cupped them with her hands, pushing them together again and gently squeezing them. "They feel so swollen, so tender ... aren't they beautiful?"
"Heather, please ... I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want to hurt you either, Mindy. I want you to feel how perfect it is to be host-slave. I want you to experience it ... to feel how I feel ..."
"I know exactly how it feels. I was once host-slave."
Heather smiled, her lips shining in the light of the night stand.
"Oh, then you already know! Tell me, what did you like most about being host-slave, Mindy? Was it the constant sexual arousal ... the insatiable lust for sex ... the perfect happiness ... the joy of surrendering your mind to your Master, the obedience ..."
Matthews felt herself shiver and Heather paused.
"Yes ... obedience ...," Heather said it again, drawing the word out seductively. "You loved obeying your Master, didn't you Mindy?"
Matthews glanced down. The hand holding her gun was trembling.
"You know this is what you want, Mindy. That's the real reason that you rescued me from the mall and brought me here." Heather reached down and unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it walking towards Matthews. A black tendril, glistening wet with her vaginal juices, was rapidly extending itself from the swollen folds of her pussy and twitching violently back and forth.
Heather sighed happily as the tendril arched upwards and brushed against her clitoris. "Didn't it feel so good ... so perfect ... to obey your Master ..."
"Yes," Matthews heard herself whisper, unable to take her eyes off of the tendril.
"Then obey my Master now. Put down the gun. You know we are not going to hurt you."
Matthews placed her gun on the nightstand by the bed. It felt so good to be rid of it ... it felt so good to ...
... obey ...
Heather was suddenly next to her. She stood on her toes and pressed her wet lips against Matthews, kissing her softly over and over. Matthews felt Heather's fingers on her belt, working the buckle.
"Heather ..."
Heather murmured into Matthews mouth as they kissed, her fingers unfastening the belt. "Its going to feel so good ... I promise."
Matthews heard the buckle on her belt jingle and felt her pants loosen around her waist and slide down her legs. She closed her eyes and returned Heather kiss as the teenager pulled her panties down. Matthews felt the wet tendril moving between their bodies, the pleasant tickle as it touched her pussy and began to rapidly slither inside of her ...
"I'm so glad you found me," she heard Heather whisper.
Lucy dried her eyes as she heard the footsteps coming down the cellblock. She looked up and saw the guard that had taken Mona away earlier. The guard had let her hair down and her shirt was now completely unbuttoned. The guard unlocked the cell door and her shirt fell open as she pulled the door back, revealing the erect nipple of her right breast.
"She's the last one," the guard said to someone standing by the side of the door and out of Lucy's vision. "There is no point in locking you two in. Bring her to the cafeteria when you are finished." Mona stepped around the corner and appeared in the doorway.
"I will obey," she said, smiling at Lucy.
The guard turned and left. Lucy heard her shoes clicking on the floor of the cellblock as she walked away. Mona walked over to where Lucy was sitting on her bunk.
"Good news, Lucy. Judge Harrison gave me a furlough. She gave you a furlough too. We're leaving this afternoon. There are so many important things we have to do."
"That's ... nice. Um ... Mona?"
"Yes, dear?
"Are you a pod person now?"
Mona laughed happily. She had never heard Mona laugh before.
"No, silly. I'm host-slave."
"Are you going to make me into a host-slave too?"
"Yes, very soon." Mona kicked off her flip-flops.
"Does it hurt?"
"Just a little bit and only for a second, then it feels sooooooo good. It's such a fantastic rush. It's better than drugs. In fact you won't ever want to take drugs again." Mona stepped closer and Lucy stared up into her face as she spoke. Mona brushed a strand of Lucy's hair out of her face. "Oh honey, were you crying?"
"Yeah ... I thought ... you all had left me here alone."
"I'm so sorry, Lucy. We didn't want to make you wait, but a cop suddenly arrived with a new prisoner and we had to bring them into the Hive first." Mona began unbuttoning the front of Lucy's orange jump suit.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off your jumpsuit, dear."
"So I can be a host-slave like you?"
"Yes, hon." Mona pulled Lucy's oversized jumpsuit down, so her arms were out of it and her bare chest was revealed.
Lucy watched as Mona unbuttoned her own jumpsuit. She let it fall to floor and stood completely naked before her. Her waist was almost at eye level, and Lucy stared at her pussy. Mona's swollen pussy lips were distended from her body, forming a pink vertical seam between her legs. Her thighs were wet and she smelled of sex.
"You're going to just love being host-slave," Mona sighed happily. "Once you become part of the Hive, you'll never have to worry about being alone again."
Her hands were on Lucy's shoulders, gently pushing her back onto the bunkbed. Lucy closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lowered onto her back. She felt Mona climbing into the bed with her, pulling her jumpsuit and panties down ...
"Yes. I don't want to be alone," Lucy whispered.
Traci stared out of the passenger side window of the car, watching the trees by the side of the road passing by and daydreaming about how incredibly wonderful the last two days had been.
She had finally lost her virginity! She smiled, remembering how innocent and frightened she had been. It wasn't how she had imagined her first time would be, but it couldn't have been more perfect. She had closed her eyes and parted her legs and let her pussy embraced her first lover and it had felt so good, so intense, so ... wet.
Her first orgasm had been incredible and she had come ... over and over again ... losing herself in the moment, happily surrendering her mind to the alien creature that had deflowered her and made her host-slave.
And she loved being host-slave. Her pussy was so perfect now, perpetually aroused and wet and ready for sex, and Traci loved having sex. She had done it more times that she could remember this weekend with the other host-slaves as their Masters communicated. She had fucked her teachers and classmates, even the classmates she didn't like in her former life. They were no longer mean or teased her now. They were all host-slaves and she loved them all. Just like she loved her Master.
Traci turned away from the window and smiled happily at her friend Jackie. Jackie saw her staring and smiled back at her and then turned her attention back to the road. They were almost to the subdivision where their friend Rachel lived.
Traci was so excited! She couldn't wait to tell Rachel that she wasn't a virgin anymore. She sighed and caressed her slightly swollen tummy. Her Master had reproduced twice now and she could feel the Masters destined for the pussies of Rachel and her mother maturing in her womb.
She had ceased to be Agent Matthews. She had left that part of her life behind in a hotel room along with some wet bedsheets. She was just Mindy now, part of the Hive at the Portland Academy. She was lying on the floor of the high school locker room, her legs intertwined with a host-slave named Brandee, a former senior at the high school. They pressed and rubbed against each other's pussies in perfect rhythm, fucking each other with their joined Masters.
During her brief enslavement in Atlanta, Mindy had never gotten to experience the way Masters direct conferenced with one another. But back in the hotel room, Mindy had felt her new Master descend into the lower part of her vagina and extend a tendril from her pussy. A similar tendril had come out of Heather, swaying back and forth in front of her pussy towards Mindy. The teenager had slowly climbed onto her and positioned herself so that she was straddling Mindy's thighs. The tendrils touched and Mindy's vision blurred and she briefly suffered double vision, viewing herself through Heather's eyes, her mind overwhelmed as she tried to process Heather's sensory perceptions along with those of her own. For one moment it had felt like Mindy and Heather were one person ... one mind ... and they sighed simultaneously. Then the effect went away and she and Heather were fucking joyously, bringing each other to one incredible orgasm after another as their Masters communicated.
And then their Masters had separated and withdrew into their pussies and they had quickly dressed and come to the Hive at the Portland Academy. Heather was now lying next to Mindy, side by side with a teenager named Trisha, their pussies linked as their joined Masters transferred information.
Brandee moaned and began bucking frantically and Mindy moved her hips to match her intensity. They were soon hyperventilating as their joined Masters slid deliciously back and forth between their pussies. They climaxed almost simultaneously and paused to catch their breath and then resumed a slower pace, starting anew the process of stimulating themselves back to another intense orgasm.
Mindy repositioned herself slightly on the down comforter they were lying on and slowly looked around the room. The locker room had been converted into a nest lined with blankets, pillows, and linens brought in from dozens of homes. Mindy saw piles of discarded clothes mixed among the bedding--dresses, school uniforms, even black swim suits.
And all around her were the writhing bodies of dozens of host-slaves, engaged in a lesbian kama sutra of different tribadism positions, joined together to allow their Masters to direct conference. The Hive had absorbed the minds of several lesbian host-slaves, and Mindy's Master informed her of the names of various sexual positions as she looked around the room:
... swimming, scissor sisters, cats cradle, cowgirl, cuddlefucking ...
Mindy turned her full attention back to Brandee, watching the teenager's beautiful breasts moving back and forth as they rubbed against each other. Brandee was the second host-slave that Mindy had paired with after arriving at the high school. Her previous partner had been another senior at the Portland Academy named Michelle. Michelle was now sitting nearby, hugging a classmate named Kimberly in her lap, their wet pussies connected by their Masters.
And with each new pairing, the knowledge her Master had taken from her mind would be spread in an exponential fashion throughout the Hive. Mindy knew she was betraying her country, her government and the Agency, but this was no longer important to her. She was host-slave and the only thing that mattered was to obey her Master and protect the Hive.
... the Hive ...
Mindy sighed happily and rubbed her throbbing pussy against Brandee. The smell of their wet arousal joined with that of dozens of host-slaves to permeate the locker room.
It felt so good to be part of the Hive.
Lucy walked down the cellblock, her hips swaying side to side. She felt beautiful ... sexy ... happy. She entered the cafeteria and carefully walked around mattresses that had been brought in from the cells. The mattresses were occupied by dozens of host-slaves, the former inmates and guards, lying in pairs, kissing, touching ... awaiting the arrival of new hosts.
Their Hive was now enslaving female police officers and prisoners as soon as they entered the detention area. Later this afternoon the police officers they enslaved would go out and begin bringing in more hosts, arresting them for whatever reason they could find. Or no reason at all. It wasn't important. The only thing that matter was expanding their Hive.
Lucy walked over to a dining table that had been pushed against the wall and set down the clothes she was carrying. She had gone to the inventory room and gotten the clothes that she and Mona had been wearing when they were locked up. She had also gotten several hundred dollars from the commissary.
She would have loved to stay in their Hive, but her Master had other things for her and Mona to do. Important things.
"I will obey," she said happily.
Host-slaves had been arriving at the Hive all morning to couple and let their Masters direct conference. Mindy saw mothers and daughters and sisters, all enslaved over the weekend by the former students and teachers of the high school. Most of them had been taken unsuspectingly in the night, but a few of the girls had willingly offered their pussies to the host-slaves that had been their former friends and classmates, succumbing to peer pressure and the need to belong.
There were now over a hundred women in the locker room and their body heat had caused the temperature in the locker room to become very warm. Mindy's body glistened with perspiration and she felt an occasional bead of sweat run down her skin as she rubbed her pussy against a host-slave named Debbie as their Masters direct conferenced.
Mindy gazed lovingly at her partner. Although Debbie was almost twice her age, Mindy thought she looked fantastic. Her eyes traveled from Debbie's pretty face to her beautiful breasts down to her soft, damp patch of black pubic hair. Mindy's gaze feel upon their joined Masters linking their pussies. Their Masters were wet with come and their labia stroked and embraced them as they slid back and forth between them. Debbie pushed against her and the beautiful dark wine colored folds of her labia kissed the pink folds of Mindy's pussy.
Mindy sighed happily. It felt so wonderful to feel such a strong sexual attraction to all host-slaves and prospective hosts now. Mindy saw two teenagers come out of the showers. Their bodies were still wet and water ran down their skin, dripping from their erect nipples. They were each holding a pink disposable razor.
Debbie saw Mindy looking at the two girls. "The host-slave with the reddish blond hair is my daughter Jamie and the other host-slave is her friend Sara."
The girls found a place between all of the writhing bodies on the floor and as Mindy watched, Jamie laid down on a sleeping bag and Sara stepped over her, straddling her face and lowering herself until each of their mouths embraced the others recently shaved pussy.
"Does it bother you that your daughter is host-slave?" Mindy asked.
"It did at first, but not anymore. I have fully accepted the fact that we are meant to be host-slave. I'm glad that she is with Sara. They were close friends before they became host-slave and she gave us both our Masters."
"When were you taken, Debbie?"
"Yesterday morning. Sara spent the night with us and enslaved Jamie while they were in bed. In the morning, Sara gave me my Master when I was in the shower. I tried to fight it, but when my daughter told me what had happened to her, I couldn't resist anymore and I gave myself to my Master."
Debbie's hand went to her pussy, clutching her black pubic hair, her fingertips rubbing her swollen, quivering clit. Mindy pressed against her, pushing their joined Masters deep inside of each other, and immediately felt Debbie's warm come pouring out of her and drenching her pussy.
"I think each time I have had an orgasm," Debbie panted, catching her breath, "my Master has taken a little more control of my mind, making me into the perfect host-slave. Like Heather. Like my daughter. Like you Mindy ..."
Debbie grasped the tip of her right breast, holding it gently between her fingers and thumb, her thumb rolling towards her erect nipple, caressing the dark brown skin of her areola.
"My breasts feel so wonderful ... like they did when I was pregnant with Jamie."
Mindy put her hand on her own breasts, touching them, caressing her skin and erect nipples. Her breasts were pleasantly sore and were already showing signs of swelling from the flood of endorphins and estrogen that her Master was causing her body to produce.
There was a buzzing sound and Mindy looked over and saw her pager lying by her clothes. She had turned off her cell phone because it was possible for the Agency to track her using triangulation, but she had forgotten to turn off her beeper ...
Jamie and Sara suddenly stood up. One by one the other host-slaves in the locker arose from the floor and started getting dressed.
"What's going on?," Mindy asked.
Debbie's eyes seemed to lose their focus.
"The Hive must scatter. Heather's mother is at the Eastland Mall. Once her Master is destroyed, she will betray Heather and the Agency will come for her. When they find out that her friends and classmates are missing they will eventually come here ... oh!"
"Debbie? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Mindy. I'm so sorry ..."
The technician finished the sonogram and sat the ultrasound device on the monitor and turned to Agent Hoskins.
"She's clean."
"Thank God. Why did you turn off your cellphone? You know the rules. Keep your cell phone on at all times!"
"My cellphone wasn't turned off. I forgot to charge it and the battery died,"Agent Matthews lied as she put her shirt back on and began buttoning it up. "I don't know what the big deal is, I had my pager ..."
"Where the hell where you? I sent someone to the hotel and you weren't there."
"I couldn't sleep so I went to get something to eat. Why were you checking on me anyway? To make sure those bed bugs weren't biting?"
"This isn't funny, Matthews. We needed to get in touch with you. The Director wants you on the next flight back in Atlanta ... he's taking you out of the field ..."
"That is not fair! So I'm getting banished like all of the other female agents?"
"Damn it, would you listen for second? The old man's been called to Washington to deal with this mess. He's putting you in charge of the Atlanta facility."
Matthews blinked.
"Congratulations ... Deputy Director Matthews."
Her Master was abandoning her! It was still connected to Debbie's Master and she watched helplessly as the two Masters withdrew into Debbie's pussy. She looked up and saw Heather standing over her.
"Don't do this me, please ... please! I want to be host-slave, I want to serve the Hive ..."
"Just because you're not a host, doesn't mean that you can't be a slave. You can still serve the Hive ..."
A stewardess came by and put a blanket over Mindy Matthews. She smiled at her passenger as she tucked the blanket down around the arm rests.
She had never seen anyone sleep so peacefully.