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The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.

The Plague Maiden Day 1 (ff, ma, mc, mf, sf)

Sunday night. County Road 115, just south of Interstate 64 in Indiana. One female host infected. Mary looked up through her windshield and saw that the object was still overhead. It hovered over her car, barely noticeable against the night sky, and matched her speed perfectly as she drove down the road. A bright light suddenly erupted from underneath the object, catching her car in its beam. Mary lifted her right hand from her steering wheel and shielded her eyes from the light.

"Deja vu," she murmured.

The light suddenly went out and the object veered off to the east, flying low over a corn field. Mary watched as it turned away and saw that it was a black helicopter, kind of like the one she had recently seen in the movie "Black Hawk Down." She turned her attention back to the road and noticed a string of headlights ahead. It was unusual to see many vehicles on this road, especially this late at night. A glance at her speedometer confirmed that she was driving way over the speed limit and she slowed down as she approached the oncoming traffic.

As she got closer, the interior of the first vehicle lit up, revealing two soldiers in the front seat of a Humvee. The soldier in the passenger seat had flipped on a flashlight and was examining what appeared to be a map. The driver of the Humvee was speaking into what looked like a CB radio. He turned to stare at Mary as she drove past.

Mary glanced at each vehicle as she drove by. They were all military vehicles. Humvees, trucks, armored personnel carriers ... there were so many that she quickly lost count. She looked back in her rearview mirror as she drove past the last vehicle of the convoy. One of the Humvees had pulled off the road and waited until the convoy had passed it. It then made a U-turn and quickly sped up to fall in behind Mary's car.

Mary took her eyes off of the rearview mirror and concentrated on the road ahead. Just over the next hill was the on-ramp to the Interstate that would take her home. She crested the hill and immediately took her foot off the gas pedal and began pumping her brakes. The road ahead of her was completely blocked by a barricade of parked military vehicles. A soldier was standing in her lane and waving a flashlight back and forth. Mary came to a stop just short of where he was standing and the Humvee that had been following her pulled up behind her car so that it was almost touching her back bumper.

Mary rolled down her window as the soldier with the flashlight walked up to her car. "What's going on?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but there has been a terrorism alert for this area." The soldier played the flashlight over the interior of her car. "I'm afraid that we are going to have to search your car. Please turn off your engine for me and step out of your car."

The name patch on the soldier's uniform read Hoskins.' Mary smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh please, do I look like a terrorist?"

"No, ma'am. Please turn off your engine and step out of your car."

Mary noticed that the soldier had placed his hand on the pistol at his belt. She suspected that if Hoskins' had to ask her a third time to exit her car, he probably wouldn't stay please."

Hoskins trained his flashlight on her as she got out of her car. She was wearing tight blue jean shorts and a sleeveless blouse of an orange, silky material that provided a perfect view of the top halves of her tanned breasts and the long, deep line of the cleavage that separated them. Her blouse pulled taut against her chest as she stood up, perfectly molding her breasts and the bumps of her nipples. Mary glanced at Hoskins and expected to catch him staring at her breasts, but for some reason his eyes seemed fixated on her back.

Mary watched as several soldiers began searching through the front and back seats and under the truck and hood of her car. Hoskins turned and shouted to someone on the far side of the road.

"Matthews! I have a female detainee here!"

A soldier came jogging up. Mary noticed that Matthews' stood out from the rest of the soldiers. For one thing, she was apparently the only female soldier at the roadblock. For another thing, she was wearing surgical gloves ...

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Matthews said, "but I'll have to frisk you for weapons. Please turn around."

Mary turned around and Matthews made a quick show of patting the pockets of her shorts. She then went immediately to Mary's back, feeling first under her hair at the base of her neck and then running her fingers down her spine. When she got to Mary's shorts, she put her hand on Mary's bottom and pushed gently against her tail bone.

"What type of weapons do you think you're going to find down there?" Mary asked, looking back at Matthews over her shoulder. She wiggled her bottom and a couple of the soldiers laughed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, my hand must have slipped," Matthew said, not very unconvincingly. She pulled off her latex gloves and stuffed them into a pocket. "She's clean."

A soldier stepped around the car and handed what looked like a card to Matthews. Matthews clicked on a small flashlight that was attached to the front of her uniform and examined the card.

"Mary Calvert, age 21, Poplar Level Apartments, Louisville, Kentucky ... you're a long way from Louisville tonight, Miss Calvert."

"How did you get my driver's license?" Mary asked. She looked back at the soldiers rooting around in her car and saw that they had dumped the contents of her purse out on the passenger seat. "Hey, what gives you guys the right to go through my purse?"

"The Patriot Act, ma'am," Matthew said, again unconvincingly. She pulled a notebook and pen from her shirt pocket and began writing down information from Mary's license. "This area is now under marital law due to the terrorist threat. We have to search each and every person and vehicle exiting this area. If you answer my questions, I promise that you will be on your way shortly. Now, why are you on this road this evening?"

"I went to my dad's this weekend. He lives in Tell City."

"Did you just leave his house?"

"Yes." Mary heard the soldiers behind her shut the truck and hood of her car.

"Did you make any stops after leaving your father's home?"

A jet flew overhead. "No."

"Have you seen anything unusual this evening?"

"Other than you guys?"

Another jet roared overhead, flying east. Matthews tapped her pen on her notebook.

"No," Mary said, looking up at the night sky.

"Is the address on your driver's license correct?"

"Yes."

"Do you live with anyone at that address?"

"My roommate Jasmine and her boyfriend Jack."

"Are they at home this evening?"

"Jack should be. Jasmine's at work right now."

"I need your telephone number and your father's telephone number."

Mary gave the requested information and Matthews wrote the numbers down and handed them to Hoskins. He walked over to a truck that was bristling with antennas and climbed into the cab.

"Are you employed?"

"No, I'm a student at the university. Look, I have a early class tomorrow, so can I go now?"

"As soon as we corroborate your story with your father and your roommate."

Mary and Matthews considered each other while they waited. They each had dark auburn hair that fell below their shoulders and they were both about the same height and weight. Neither of them were strangers to the tanning bed. They both had dark brown eyes and very full lips. Matthews figured that she could probably pass as Mary's older sister.

The other soldiers had finished searching the car and gathered around Mary. Matthews saw that several of them were shining their flashlights on Mary's blouse, playing the light in circles over the bumps of her nipples. Mary seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the soldiers.

"Do you normally go around without a bra on, Miss Calvert?"

"I sometimes take mine off when I drive. Do you normally go around and pat women on their butts?"

Several of the soldiers laughed.

"Alright, at ease!" Hoskins barked. The soldiers turned off their flashlights and stood around looking busy as Hoskins walked back to Matthews.

"I contacted both her father and someone at her apartment named Jack Neal," he said. "Her story checks out."

There was a loud thump in the distance and the ground shook for a second. The soldiers glanced about nervously. Hoskins had left the door to the truck open and a radio crackled inside: "... target destroyed on the ground ..." One of the soldiers quickly ran back and shut the door to the truck.

Hoskins whispered something to Matthews. She nodded and turned to Mary, holding her driver's license out to her.

Matthews nostrils suddenly flared. She was staring down at Mary's feet and quickly pulled the license back as though she had changed her mind about giving it to Mary. Mary glanced down to see what she was looking at and saw specks of fresh mud on the sides of her tennis shoes.

She and Matthews both looked back up at the same time and their eyes met.

"C'mon Matthews, we need to get a move on." Hoskins said.

Matthews continued to stare into Mary's dark brown eyes. A bead of sweat formed on the side of Mary's forehead. Matthews suddenly threw her arm up and waved it in a quick circle over her head. Mary was startled by the sudden movement and took a step backwards.

A engine roared to life and one of the Humvees parked across the road backed up. Matthews handed the driver's license back to Mary.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Calvert. Please have a safe drive home."

Mary quickly climbed back into her car and drove through the opening in the roadblock. She turned onto the on-ramp and headed east on the Interstate towards Louisville. She saw that the next two exits were also blocked by police cars and military vehicles.

Mary drove on until she came to the tourist information center near the Indiana-Kentucky border. She pulled into the rest area and found an unlit part of the parking lot that was far from any other cars. Her hands were shaking as she turned off her engine.

Mary slowly worked the buttons on her blue jeans shorts. She slid them down to her knees and shifted uncomfortably in seat, acutely aware of the way her damp panties were clinging to her skin. She slipped her hand into her panties and shuddered with guilty pleasure as her fingers came into contact with the swollen creases of her sex. Her fingers lingered there and she had to fight the urges that suddenly possessed her, concentrating intently on the task that she had to do. She slid her fingers lower and slowly inserted her index finger inside of her. Her finger entered her easily and she pushed it in deeper and deeper until she felt the tip of her nail brush against ...

Something moved inside of her, slowly recoiling away from her finger. Mary squealed and jolted upright in her seat. She quickly pulled out her finger and rubbed her thumb and finger together. Her finger was wet.

Mary frantically looked over in her passenger seat and saw where the soldiers had dumped out the contents of her purse. Her compact was lying there. It had a light in it and a mirror. Maybe she could hold the mirror up to her and try to see what was inside of her ...

Mary breathed in deeply and reached for the compact. She hesitated, suddenly enthralled by the way her blouse stretched and caressed her breasts when she had moved her arm. She moved her arms slowly back and forth, enjoying the way her hard nipples tingled when the silky fabric rubbed against them. She was conscious of the feel of the strands of her hair brushing against her neck and shoulders and she playfully ran her hand through her hair. She felt a few stands of hair sticking to her finger and she examined what was drying there. She was filled with a perverse desire to place her finger in her mouth and lick and taste ...

Mary closed her eyes and shook her head. She had to stay focused. For some reason her body was responding to everything as sexual stimuli, and her mind was being overwhelmed as she attempted to process it all. What had she been thinking about? The compact! She needed the compact to look at herself ...

... her finger had felt so good inside of her ... perhaps the compact could wait for a few minutes ...

"Why are you doing this to me?" Mary groaned. It was becoming impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than releasing her sexual tension.

... she had surrendered to the urges before ... it had seemed so wrong and dirty, but her pussy had ached and she had pleasured herself and she had received her instructions and she had followed her instructions perfectly ...

"Yes. I did what you wanted," she whispered. "I got us through the roadblock, just like you told me to. Now, please, let me go a hospital. I need to see a doctor. Please ..."

... she had been so good, so obedient and there were new instructions for her, important things that she needed to do ...

"What do you want from me?"

... her pussy ached to be touched ... it felt so good to touch herself ... she needed to surrender to the urges ...

Mary looked down and saw that her hand had slipped back into her panties. Her damp panties clung against her hand as she cupped her vulva in her palm and used her fingers to explore its slippery contours. Her hand moved like it had a mind of its own, as if she was absent mindedly playing with her hair or a piece of clothing.

"Let me know what you want me to do."

... surrender to the urges ... her pussy was so wet and swollen and it felt so good to touch her pussy ...

She was so aroused and sensitive ... she had never, never felt like this before. She closed her eyes and let her fingers work their way into the slick folds of her pussy.

"I'll do what you want me to do."

... obedience is desired ... surrender to the urges ... touching her pussy felt so good ... obedience is good ...

Pretending to be obedient was making her feel so ... horny. Her fingers settled upon her clit and she began massaging herself with her index and middle fingers. Her clit had never felt so sensitive ...

"Tell me what you want me to do."

... obedience is good ... obedience brings pleasure ...

Mary threw her head back and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it and feeling her heart pound in her chest as she rubbed her clitoris with her fingers. She knew she was going to lose her mind if she didn't find release soon.

"I ... want ... to ... obey ..." Mary whispered each word between short, sharp gasps of breath.

... obedience is good ... she will cum soon and receive her instructions ... and her obedience will bring pleasure ...

She felt her pulse quickening and she knew she was going to cum soon.

"I ... will ... obey ... "

Mary cried out "obey" and climaxed right after she said it. Her vagina and anus throbbed with muscle contractions and she felt incredible pressure building up inside of her as she furiously worked her clit with her fingers.

"I ... will ... obey ..."

Mary screamed as she came again. She felt something like her bladder releasing and she gushed over her fingers, soaking her panties and the driver's seat. The warm tingling sensation that had been building up in her pussy shot like electricity throughout her body. Her head lolled back against her seat and she blissfully tottered on the brink of consciousness, uncaring and defenseless. Something began pawing through her mind and Mary began to day-dream ...

"I will obey."

Mary's breathing became more relaxed and she opened her eyes and focused them on the digital clock on the dashboard. She slowly turned her head and looked in the seat next to her where the compact was, her need for it now forgotten along with any thoughts of going to a hospital. Lying next to the compact was her ATM card. She needed to find an ATM machine. She needed cash. A lot of cash.

"I will obey."

If she left now, she could stop by a ATM machine and still get home a few hours before her roommate Jasmine got off from work.

"I will obey."

Mary pulled up her shorts and started her car. She left the rest area and got back onto the Interstate heading towards Louisville.

Jasmine's boyfriend Jack was at home right now. All alone.

"I will obey."

Sunday night, just before midnight. Poplar Level Apartments, Louisville, Kentucky. One female host infected. Mary sat in the dark on the edge of her bed, listening to the muffled sounds of her roommate Jasmine and her boyfriend Jack having sex in their room down the hallway. Her nightgown was open from the waist down and she passed the time by rubbing her fingers over herself, exploring the incredible changes that had occurred to her in the past few hours.

She was host-slave now. Host-slave.' She had been taught that word to describe the purpose she now served. And the thing inside of her was her Master.' Her Master had taught her that too.

"I am host-slave," Mary whispered. "I will obey."

She had stayed in her room when Jasmine had gotten home from work. Normally she would have been up and would have hung out with Jasmine and Jack for a while, but tonight her Master had wanted them to think that she had gone to bed early and was asleep. She needed to be out of sight. Her presence might have proven embarrassing for Jack after what had happened earlier.

Mary took her hand out from between her legs and rubbed her fingers together. They were wet with her juices. And Jack's.

Her Master had instructed her to have sex with Jack and she gave herself to him as soon as she came home. The sex been incredible, the best that she had ever had. Her Master had done something to her ... was doing something to her ... that made her pussy so aroused and sensitive.

Mary smiled as she remembered the great time that Jack had given her. And she had given something to Jack. Something that he would soon give to Jasmine.

Mary felt herself quiver as she realized that Jasmine would soon join her as host-slave, her pussy becoming the perfect vessel for the Master that it would carry ...

She heard Jasmine cry out and the sounds of their love-making ceased.

Mary reached over and turned on the lamp on her nightstand, knowing that its light would be visible from under her door. She closed her nightgown around her waist and sat patiently on the edge of her bed. After a while, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door to her room opened with a soft creaking sound.

"Mary? Are you up?"

Jasmine stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of sweat pants and Jack's T-shirt. Her long blond hair was slightly disheveled.

Mary smiled. "Hey Jaz, come on in. Shut the door so we won't wake up Jack."

Jasmine cringed slightly when Mary mentioned Jack's name. She stepped inside and closed the door.

"I think ... I think I need to go to the emergency room." Tears welled up in the corners of Jasmine's eyes. "I think Jack did something to me, when we ... we ... had sex ...."

"You're fine, Jaz. Everything is alright."

"You don't understand. When he came, it felt like ... it felt like his cum was moving inside me ..."

"I know."

Jasmine didn't hear Mary. "And I feel funny now ... like something is happening to me."

"I know."

Jasmine heard Mary this time and stared at her. Mary stood up from the bed.

"I was scared too, just like you are right now. But very soon you will understand. There are still many things that I am figuring out."

"What are you talking about Mary?"

"Like I wondered why I had to have sex with Jack, but now I know."

"You-you-you had sex with Jack?," Jasmine stammered.

"It was so easy to seduce Jack. I think he's wanted me for a long time. And we knew he would have sex with you when you got home from work."

"Why are you telling me this," Jasmine said in a hoarse whisper.

"I had to infect Jack so Jack could infect you."

Mary smiled at Jasmine and slipped out of her nightgown.

"For some reason it works differently with men. They don't know that they are carriers."

"Oh my God, this is not happening, this is not happening," Jasmine murmured.

"I had to do it, Jaz. They need women as hosts. I think they feed on our blood, like a leech"

"This is not happening ..."

"Yours should be almost mature by now. They grow really fast once they are inside of you."

Mary shifted her stance and slightly thrust out her hips, presenting herself so that her pussy was visible. The glistening folds of her pussy lips were completely engorged and dangled from the cleft between her legs. Mary used the fingers of both hands to spread them apart, revealing her erect clitoris and moist vaginal opening.

"Look at what it has done to my pussy, Jaz. Isn't it beautiful?"

Jasmine found herself staring at her roommate and unable to look away. Her pussy did look beautiful in its obscenely aroused state ...

Jasmine tried to think of something else. "This is not happening ...," she whispered.

"They implant thoughts in our minds to let us know what they want us to do. Its like day-dreaming. Mine has spent most of the night reading my mind and trying to explain what is happening to me. They can probe your mind better when your concentration is ... ah ... broken."

Mary closed her eyes and began rubbing her swollen clit.

Jasmine's pussy began to ache and she felt a sudden need to masturbate, to stroke herself in unison with Mary until they both came. With great effort, she pushed that thought from her mind.

Mary moaned loudly and a stream of fluid dribbled from between her legs and onto the carpet. Jasmine stared in disbelief at her roommate cumming right in front her. She saw something dangling between Mary's legs and mistook it at first glance to be the string of a tampon.

But this string was black. And it moved ...

Mary opened her eyes and smiled at Jasmine.

Jasmine knew that she should scream, that she should run from Mary's room and flee the apartment. But feelings fear and confusion were being pushed from her mind and replaced with the desperate need to satisfy the growing ache in her pussy ...

And some reason, the black string dangling out of Mary looked so ... inviting ...

And Mary so looked ... inviting ...

The black string snaked upward and pointed towards Jasmine.

Jasmine felt something move inside her. She gasped and arched her back.

"It's happening, Jaz," Mary said as she pulled and pulled her roommate's sweat pants down from around her hips. "Don't fight it anymore. We're going to have so much fun ..."

Jasmine stood passively while her roommate undressed her, biting her lower lip and trembling as she felt something inside of her slowly slithering down into her lower vagina. Goosebumps appeared on her arms as Mary traced her fingers over her body. Mary's fingers circled in on Jasmine's patch of damp public hair and then plunged into the rapidly swelling folds of her pussy.

A large drop of Jack's cum dropped out of Jasmine and landed on her sweat pants. Jasmine looked down and saw that her own glistening, black tendril was extending out of her and wiggling between Mary's fingers.

Her Master was seeking out Mary's tendril.

Jasmine looked up and saw Mary standing before her expectantly. The tendrils from their pussies were only inches apart.

"I will obey," Jasmine said and stepped into Mary's arms.

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The Plague Maiden Day 2 (ff, mc, sf)

Monday morning, just before noon. The crash site in Indiana, just off of County Road 245. Two female hosts infected. Agent Mindy Matthews stepped carefully across the field, feeling rather than hearing the burnt grass crunching beneath the boots of her hazardous materials suit. Around her lay the debris of the alien saucer craft, destroyed on the ground the night before by a fighter jet. During the night the Agency had hauled in dozens of trailers and the edge of the field now looked like a mobile home park. All around her scientists from the various research branches of the Agency were combing the field and taking parts of the saucer back to these trailers for examination. She knew that the remains of the alien crew would already be in one of the trailers. She had seen their corpses before at other crash sites-- white, elf-like creatures with black bulbous eyes and mere slits for mouths. Steven Spielburg had almost gotten their likeness perfect in Close Encounters of the Third Kind." Matthews had been taught at the Academy that these aliens shared many of the same physical characteristics as humans. Matthews felt great sympathy for them. As far as she knew they were a peaceful race, enslaved by the alien slugs that rode on their backs.

The alien slugs were the true enemy. They were parasites that attached themselves to a back of a host organism and connected to their spinal cord in order to completely control the thoughts and mind of their host. If one got onto the back of a human, that person became the willing puppet of the slug. For more than 50 years, the slugs had made repeated attempts to invade the Earth. Most of the time the alien saucers were detected and destroyed as they entered the Earth's atmosphere or as soon as they touched down on the ground. Occasionally a saucer would slip through and the slugs would establish a foothold among the human population. The Agency would then be called in to eliminate the threat and cover up what had happened by any means necessary. The Agency had so far been very successful in its mission, and very few people outside of the Agency even knew of the existence of the alien slugs.

Matthews had been with the Agency for two years and was considered a rising star in the organization. The word was that she was being groomed by the Director of the Agency to lead her own rapid response team. She was on her way to report in person to the old man himself and made her way purposefully towards one particular trailer at the furthest edge of the field. She entered an airlock at the end of the trailer and closed the exterior door. The door lock behind her and she removed her haz-mat suit and hung it on a peg on the wall. Underneath she was clad in a light blue spandex tube top and shorts and a what looked like a weird looking back brace. The brace was a special type of back armor made out of Teflon, specifically designed by the Agency to fit directly over the spinal column and protect the wearer from being taken by an alien slug. She removed the back armor and hung it by her haz-mat suit.

Matthews turned so her back was facing a security camera mounted on the wall and lifted her hair with one hand so that the back of her neck was exposed. Her spandex tube top and shorts fit her like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. She knew a security guard had been observing her at all times. Had she been slug ridden, the changing room could have pumped full of sleeping gas. Or poison.

A green light came on over the interior door and it unlocked and opened, revealing a guard on the other side. He was clad only in boots, underwear and a belt with a revolver. Matthews walked past him and headed down the length of the trailer, passing several agents working at computer stations on the way. The men were all in their underwear and the women were dressed in tight spandex like Agent Matthews. The Director of the Agency was obsessed with security. While at a crash site, no one was going come into contact with him wearing anything that could possibly conceal a slug.

Matthews let herself into the office at the end of the trailer and saw the silver-haired head of the Director behind the monitor of his computer. No one knew exactly how old the Director was, but he had been with the Agency since its creation. He was punching away at the keys on a computer keyboard and appeared not to notice that she had entered his office.

"You called for me, sir?"

The Director continued to type away on his keyboard without looking up. "I wanted to ask you about one the people that you stopped at your check point last night."

"Shouldn't Hoskins be in here as well, sir? He was in charge of the check point."

"I wanted to talk to you about a woman that you let through."

"There was the only woman that came through the check point last night, sir. Her name was Mary Calvert and her story checked out."

"And you believed her story?"

Matthews detected something in the Director's tone that immediately put her on edge.

"Yes, sir. Why is this important, sir?"

The Director turned his computer monitor so that Matthews could see it. On the screen was a scanned photograph of a shoe print.

"This is a foot print that we found just a few hundred feet away from this very trailer. It's a woman's sneaker."

"That couldn't be Miss Calvert's sneaker print, sir. My checkpoint was on County Road 115 a couple of miles to the east. There would have not been enough time for Miss Calvert to drive to the nearest connecting road and arrive when she did at the roadblock."

"That is assuming that we are correct as to the exact time that the saucer touched down. And there are several dirt farm roads which someone could take as a short cut to County Road 115."

"I examined the maps when we set up the roadblock, sir. There are no connecting roads."

The Director punched another key on his keyboard and an aerial photograph of what appeared to be a corn field appeared on the monitor.

"Someone made their own road last night. She took a farm road west and when she ran out of road, she drove through a forty-acre corn field to get to County Road 115."

Matthews saw a visible line on the photograph cutting across the field where the corn stalks had been knocked down. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"How do you know that the person that drove through the corn field was a she', sir?"

The Director punched a key and another shoe print appeared on the screen.

"Because she stopped on County Road 115, right after exiting the corn field, and took the time to wipe all of the corn husks off of her car. And she left the exact same sneaker print that was found near the saucer."

Matthews realized that her throat had gone dry. "I personally searched her, sir. She was not wearing a slug."

"And you noticed absolutely nothing unusual about her?"

Matthews didn't immediately answer.

The Director looked up and noticed the expression on her face. "What?" he abruptly asked.

"There was mud on her sneakers."

"And you let her go?" The Director growled.

"Her story checked out, sir."

"And where did you think she got the mud on her sneakers, Agent Matthews?"

Matthews thought it best not to try to answer this question

The Director didn't wait for an answer. "It is extremely probable that this Mary Calvert was in this field last night where the saucer had touched down. It is also extremely probable that Miss Calvert then made a extraordinary effort to quickly get away from here and get to County Road 115 by driving through a corn field. And it is extremely probable that Miss Calvert then lied to you about all of this at the check point."

The Director glared at Matthews, his eyes flashing.

"I want Miss Calvert taken into custody immediately. I want to find out what she saw last night. I want the docs to poke and prod every inch of her. Get out of here and get on it, Matthews."

Matthews quickly retreated from the Director's office.

Monday afternoon, The Bardstown Road Motel, Louisville, Kentucky. Two female host infected. The escort stood in the doorway, one hand on the strap of a gym bag and the other on the hip of her skirt.

"I'm Ashley," she said.

"Hi, Ashley," Mary said, pulling open the door to the hotel room that she and Jasmine had checked into around lunchtime. "Come on in. I'm Mary and this is Jasmine."

"Hi," Jasmine said. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and kicking her foot back and forth excitedly. Lying on the night stand next to her was a copy of the Louisville Eccentric Observer magazine. It was opened to one of the back pages and Ashley's ad was circled in pen.

Ashley took a long look at Mary and Jasmine. "You two are really, really cute. I kind of wasn't expecting this. I mean, my girlfriend and I do lesbian scenes for bachelor parties, but this is kind of a first for me."

Jasmine smiled at Mary. "It's kind of a first for us, too."

"We'll have fun. Like I told you on the phone earlier, if you want me to do just one of you while the other watches, that will be $300.00. But if you want me to do both of you, it will cost you $500.00."

Mary pulled five one hundred dollars bills out of her pocket and handed them to Ashley. The escort took the money and pushed the bills to bottom of the gym bag. Mary saw that the bag was full of sex toys and bottles of massage oil.

Ashley sat her bag down by the bed and slipped out of her feet out of her heels. "Well, like they say in the movies, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable." She smiled mischievously and started removing her clothes. Mary and Jasmine followed her lead, pulling their blouses over their heads.

"Your breasts are gorgeous," Ashley said approvingly. "I love the way your nipples are so hard and cute, you must be really turned on by this."

"We're always turned on," Mary purred seductively as she and Jasmine slipped out of their shorts.

"I can see that," Ashley said, her eyes lingering on their swollen, wet pussy lips dangling between their legs. "It looks like you two must have started without me. So who wants to have me first?"

"That would be me," Jasmine said softly, putting her arms around Ashley. Their lips brushed together and they locked in a wet kiss, probing and licking each other's tongues and mouths. Ashley slipped her hand down between Jasmine's legs and began carassing her. Jasmine started grinding against her hand until Ashley's fingers settled upon her swollen clit. Jasmine suddenly shivered and moaned into Ashley's mouth. Ashley broke the kiss and pulled away, examining her drenched fingers.

"That's was incredible," Ashley said. "I've never made my girlfriend cum that quickly. Hey, are you two on Ecstasy or something? Whatever it is, can I have some?"

Jasmine sat down on the edge of bed and patted the space next to her. "I promise that before we're done, I'll give you something that will make you cum like that."

Ashley smiled and selected a dildo from her gym bag. Jasmine laid back on the bed and lifted her feet in the air, reaching under her legs with her fingers to spread herself open for Ashley. Ashley climbed onto the bed and positioned herself opposite Jasmine. She placed a leg on each side of Jasmine's body and slowly slid one end of the dildo into Jasmine and the other into herself. Ashley reached out, interlocked her fingers with Jasmine, and pulled herself forward.

As Ashley began to slowly and rhythmically thrust against Jasmine, Mary slipped onto the bed and hugged the escort from behind. She gripped Ashley's breasts in her hands and looked over her shoulder as she fucked Jasmine. Jasmine quickly climaxed and Mary saw a stream of fluid spurt from her and soak Ashley's pussy. As Mary watched, a black tendril slowly crept out of Jasmine and began to slither around the dildo. Jasmine suddenly bucked and the tendril was pushed into Ashley's pussy. It shot into her and Mary felt Ashley spasm briefly in her arms.

Jasmine came again and the lower part of her Master slowly oozed out of her and onto the dildo, pulling itself by the tendril that had implanted itself into Ashley. Mary finally got her first look at a Master. It looked like a dark grey slug, shot through with black streaks. Mary was unsure of how long or wide it actually was, as only two inches were protruding from Jasmine and it appeared to have flattened and stretched itself out to be very thin to accommodate the dildo. As she watched, dark line began to form horizontally across the Master. It slowly separated along this line and split into two parts, the larger part retreating back into Jasmine and the smaller part pulling itself into Ashley.

Ashley had laid still with her eyes closed as her Master ascended into her and filled her. She started to gently push against Jasmine, making a soft, wet slapping sound which gradually grew louder as they began bumping together, faster and more frantically. Ashley made excited pleasure noises and squirmed from side to side clenching the bed sheets with her fists. She suddenly shrieked in ecstasy and Jasmine backed away pulling the dildo out of Ashley with a wet noise followed by a stream of pussy juices. Ashley fell back into Mary's arms, panting and shaking, and Jasmine laid down beside of her.

Mary ran her fingers through Ashley's hair. "Do you feel your Master growing inside of you, Ashley?"

Ashley looked down at her shaved pussy and saw her inner pussy lips continue to swell and spread, her swollen clit still hard and erect, her vagina remaining wet and ready for sex ... She had never felt so sexually aroused in her entire life.

"Yes."

"You are becoming host-slave like us."

"Yes."

"I am so happy for you, Ashley," Mary said. "This afternoon you will bring your girlfriend to us."

Ashley felt the tug of her conscious as she realized that if she did this, her girlfriend would be enslaved by Mary. She would be forced to watch as her lover's pussy took a Master and blossomed into a permanently sexually aroused state as she became host-slave ...

Ashley felt her pussy drip from her excitement.

"I will obey."

"My Master now needs to direct conference with your Master," Mary said.

Ashley felt something move inside of her. She moaned and parted her legs as the black tendril of her new Master descended out of her pussy. Mary slipped around and positioned herself over Ashley's waist, lowering her pussy and its own dangling tendril down onto Ashley. Both women sighed as their tendrils touched and fused into one.

Mary sat on Ashley and began rocking back and forth. Their joined Masters slid within them, stimulating Ashley in such a way that no dildo or cock had ever had. Ashley gyrated her hips with Mary and their swollen clits rubbed around in each other's wet pussies and they both came. And came ...

"Does it always feel this good?" Ashley moaned.

"Yes," Jasmine and Mary said in unison.

Monday afternoon. The crash site in Indiana, just off of County Road 245. Three female hosts infected. "Our agents from our Louisville office went to Mary Calvert's apartment a few hours ago," Matthew said. She was sitting across from the Director and Hoskins sat in the chair next to her as she gave her report.

"Jack Neal, the boyfriend of Jasmine Harmon, was the only person present at the apartment. He stated that both Ms. Calvert and Ms. Harmon were gone when he woke up this morning and he hasn't seen or heard from them. Mr. Neal allowed our agents to search the apartment. He pointed out that clothes, toiletries, and luggage belonging to both Ms. Calvert and Ms. Harmon were missing."

"Mr. Neal maintained that he had a good relationship with both women and stated that he did not know why his girlfriend would leave in the middle of the night. However when he was informed that he might be a suspect in a criminal investigation, Mr. Neal confessed that he had also had sexual intercourse with Mary Calvert last night. He said that she began flirting with him as soon as she got home and one thing lead to another. He stated that this was the only time that had ever had sex with Mary Calvert. He admitted that he later had sexual intercourse with Jasmine Harmon. Mr. Neal believed that his girlfriend may have found out that he cheated on her and that is why they both left."

"Mr. Neal was searched and found to be not wearing a slug."

Matthews flipped a page in her notebook and continued: "A check with the university indicated that Mary Calvert did not attend classes this morning. Banking records revealed that in the last twenty-four hours Mary Calvert stopped by three ATM machines in the Louisville area and removed all of the money from her checking account. Jasmine Harmon also went to an ATM machine this morning and obtained a large amount of cash. Our agents were able to obtain a security tape from one of the ATM machines. It should have been emailed to you."

The Director opened the file from his mailbox and a black and white video popped up on his monitor. It showed Jasmine withdrawing money from a ATM machine. Mary stood behind her, hugging her closely and looking over her shoulder.

The Director replayed the video. He hit the pause button, freezing the smiling faces of Mary and Jasmine on the screen. He stared at the monitor and spoke in a low voice.

"I want this Jack Neal picked up and taken to our facility in Atlanta. I want arrest warrants on Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon. We're going to play this as though they are wanted for the disappearance of Jack Neal. Leak the story to all of the Louisville stations as well as the major news networks. See that it airs on the evening news."

Matthews and Hoskins left the office to implement the Director's orders. Matthews realized that the cover up had already begun. Jack Neal would disappear and Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon would be eliminated while resisting arrest.

Late Monday evening. The Bardstown Road Motel, Louisville, Kentucky. Four female hosts infected. The door to the hotel room opened and Ashley's girlfriend Melanie walked in with a bag of groceries. Melanie had been talked by her lover into coming to the hotel room earlier that afternoon. She was now host-slave to the Master that rode in her pussy.

Mary had found that she enjoyed having sex with Melanie, her Master having suppressed any inhibitions that she had previously had about lesbism. She was host-slave and her pussy was to be used to enslave other host-slaves.

Later that afternoon, Mary and Jasmine had explored their new bi-sexually and in the process had discovered a way to combine their insatiable need for constant stimulation and orgasmic release with the need of their Masters to control their minds. They had taken turns going down on each other and finally embraced in the 69 position. As they lustfully licked each other into a state of semi-conscious bliss, their Masters had accessed their distracted minds and given them their instructions for the days ahead.

Melanie sat the bag of groceries down on the dresser. Mary and Jasmine reluctantly separated from each other and sat up in the bed, their bodies covered in perspiration and their faces wet. Melanie stood at the end of the bed and let her skirt slip to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a crotchless pair of red satin panties and she pulled them up by the sides so they rode high on her hips. The glistening, pierced lips of her swollen pussy bulged from the slit in the panties.

"These are much more comfortable that regular underwear," Melanie said. "They will not interfere when we direct conference or when we transfer Masters into host-slaves. I swiped some for you from work this evening."

Melanie took a plastic bag out of the grocery bag. It had the Frederick's of Hollywood logo on it and contained a numerous pairs of crotchless panties in several colors and designs. Mary and Jasmine got out of bed and each slid into a pair, Jasmine picking one in black satin and Mary in white lace. The three women stood in front of the bathroom mirror and admired the way they looked in their new undergarments.

Mary gazed at her reflection and examined the changes that had occurred to her since becoming host-slave. In addition to her permanently aroused and swollen pussy, her nipples always stayed erect and she noticed that her areolas had gotten larger and darker. She cupped and squeezed her breasts. They felt swollen and she was certain that they had gotten bigger and perkier. Her complexion also seemed clearer now and her skin felt softer. She looked almost ... radiant.

"I have acquired detailed information on the shopping mall," Melanie said. "My Master needs to share this information with your Masters by direct conference."

The three women continued to stare into the mirror, examining the changes that were happening to their bodies as black tendrils began to descend from their vaginas.

Ashley did not return to the hotel room that night. Her Master had her keep an appointment with a banker, infecting him with a slug that she knew would be spread to his secretary and his wife in the next few days. She also ran into the deputy sheriff who had agreed to help her out of a pending drug case in exchange for fucking her every now and then. Before the end of his shift the following morning, a Master would be in the pussy of the Metro police officer he was dating.

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The Plague Maiden Day 3 (ff, mf, mc, sf)

Tuesday, just before noon. The Center for Disease Control, Atlanta, Georgia. Seven female hosts infected. Matthews followed the Director down a seemingly endless corridor. They were in the Agency's complex maze of research facilities beneath the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia. She and the Director had flown into Atlanta that morning, leaving Hoskins in charge at the crash site. Most of the saucer debris had already been removed to any one of the dozen secret locations operated by the Agency and by tomorrow morning there would be nothing left at the crash site but a burnt area of pasture.

They passed through one security checkpoint after another. Access to the area they were now in was restricted to only those employees of the Agency with the highest of security clearances. The regular staff of the CDC believed that this complex was devoted to government-sponsored research into vaccines against biological terrorism. Matthews was one of the few who knew that what was actually researched here was considered a far more dangerous threat to the nation's security than germ warfare.

Matthews examined the numerous colored stripes that ran along the floor of the corridor. They were all labeled every twenty feet or so feet and occasionally one of the stripes would branch off into a side corridor. Matthews read the stripes as she walked along: ‘Security, Canteen, Toxicology, Surgery, Radiology, A Labs, B Labs, Decontamination ...' She and the Director were following one particular blue stripe along the floor labeled ‘Quarantine.' Matthews saw that there was a black stripe that kept going down the corridor and lead to an area furthest from the entrance. This stripe was unmarked, but Matthews knew that if it had a label it would read ‘Alien Containment.' The stripe lead to the most secured part of the complex, the place where the Agency stored the slugs that it had captured. She had been there once before and had examined the rows of dead slugs floating in glass tubes of formaldehyde and the cages of chimpanzees with live slugs riding on their backs.

The ‘Quarantine' stripe ended at a pressurized door and the Director punched a code into a keypad. The door whisked open and they entered what appeared to a hospital ward. They passed a deserted nurse's station and turned down a corridor lit by muted fluorescent lights. Dozens of electronically locked doors were on each side of the corridors. These doors each lead to a secured hospital room surrounded by a suite of observation rooms. The Director stopped at a door near the end of the corridor and punched away on another keypad. The door unlocked and they stepped inside a small room lined with dozens of computer screens monitored by two orderlies in white protective suits. The computer screens showed different angles of Jack Neal sitting on a bed in hospital room.

The Director and Matthews passed through this room and entered an observation room containing a conference table and chairs. A large plexiglass window filled one side of the room and Matthew looked in and observed Jack Neal sitting on his bed some ten feet away. Jack didn't appear to notice them and Matthews suspected that the window was both sound-proofed and designed to appear as a mirror on his side.

A woman in a lab coat was sitting at the conference table and watching Jack Neal. She appeared to be in her mid 40's, with short black hair streaked with grey. Her blue eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence behind gold-rimmed glasses. She stood up as they entered and the Director shook hands with her.

"Dr. Rose Jeffries, this is Agent Mindy Matthews. What have you found out for us, doctor?"

"Well, we ran a complete battery of tests on Jack Neal this morning. He appears normal in all aspects, neurological and physical, except for one thing." Dr. Jeffries picked up a MRI film that was lying on the conference table and pointed to area on it with her pen. "As you can see, there is some type of blockage in the ejaculatory duct of the patient's prostrate gland."

The Director looked at the MRI image. "That is a goddamn slug."

"If this is an alien life form, then it is one that we have not encountered before and it is certainly not controlling the patient's mind. As you can see, it is not connected in any way to the patient's nervous system or spinal column."

"How did it get in there?"

"I can only speculate, but I would guess that the slug entered him through sexual contact with Mary Calvert."

"Get it out of him."

"That may be difficult, sir. Due to the location of the alien we won't be able to reach it without invasive surgery."

"I don't care if you have to cut his pecker off. Just get that slug out of him alive and undamaged so the boys in Research can find out what it is and what it does."

"If we operate, there is a risk to both the patient and the alien."

"A risk to the alien?" The Director thought a moment. "If you are correct and Jack Neal was infected by sexual contact with Mary Calvert, then would it be equally probable that he later infected Jasmine Harmon through sexual contact."

"Yes, that is probable."

Matthews didn't like how the Director was staring at her as he thought about this.

The intercom on the table buzzed. Dr. Jeffries pushed a button and a voice came over the speaker.

"There is an urgent call from the crash site for the Director."

"Put it through."

The excited voice of Hoskins came through the speaker.

"Sir, we just received a report from someone who saw the suspects yesterday afternoon checking into a hotel in Louisville. Our agents and local law enforcement are there now and they've identified the car parked in front of the hotel room as belonging to Mary Calvert. They have the room under surveillance and are waiting for you to give the word to move in ..."

Tuesday, just after noon. The Bardstown Road Motel, Louisville, Kentucky. Seven female hosts infected. Agent Dana Lentz slowly unlocked the door, being extremely careful not to make any noise as she turned the master key in the lock. She drew her gun and gave a hand signal to the three agents behind her. She turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, charging into the hotel room with the other agents following on her heels with their guns drawn. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, one of the agents kept moving through the room and kicked open the bathroom door. "Clear!" he yelled.

"Dammit!" Agent Lentz said. She quickly looked under both beds. The hotel room was empty.

"Dammit!" she said again. The bed were unmade and Lentz noticed several stains on the bed sheets.

"Okay search the place, dust for prints, bag everything. These sheets, the bath towels, the garbage, everything. Tear the carpet off the floor. The Director wants it all flown to Atlanta this afternoon."

Lentz left the room and walked across the parking lot to a black van. She rapped her knuckles on the van and the side door slid open revealing a bank of communication and surveillance equipment being monitored by two agents.

"The room was empty. It looks like they checked out. Call Hoskins and give him the bad news. I'm going to interview the hotel staff."

Lentz shut the door to the van and walked across the parking lot to the hotel lobby, cursing under her breath. She had been assigned to the Louisville office for the last two years and this was her first chance at seeing any action. Hell, they didn't let her team work the crash site and it was only an hour away. She was sure that nabbing the Calvert woman and her roommate would have established her reputation with the Agency and lead to bigger and better things. But with the two suspects still at large, agents would now be transferred in droves to the Louisville area and it was only a matter of time before someone else was assigned to take charge of the Louisville operation.

Lentz entered the hotel lobby and walked to the front desk where she had left a Metro police officer waiting with the hotel manager and a Latino maid.

"Thank you again for helping us out on such short notice, Officer ... um..."

"Julie Owens," the police officer said, shaking Lentz's hand. Lentz noted with envy that Officer Owens was pretty and quite voluptuous.

"I'm glad that I could help out. Did you catch them?"

"No. Their room was empty."

The hotel manager stood behind the reception desk, nervously pulling on a strand of her red hair. "They must have left this morning without checking out," she said to Lentz. "They only paid for one night. Selina was in there just before you arrived and the room was empty." The maid nodded.

Lentz handed the master key back to the manager. "I know this is going to be an inconvenience, but that hotel room is a crime scene and its going to have to be off limits for a while. I need to take a statement from you and Selina and then I'll let you both get back to work."

"We can use my office. It's back here." Lentz followed the manager and the maid behind the reception desk. Owens, the buxom police officer, followed along behind her.

Lentz watched the way the manager's bottom moved as she walked down the hallway to her office. As they entered the manager's office, Lentz stared at back of the maid's skirt. Neither of them appeared to be wearing undergarments.

Warning signals began going off in Lentz's mind. Anything unusual was grounds to suspect alien infection. She slipped her hand inside her blazer and slowly reached for the gun holstered at her side ...

She felt something press against her back and there was a humming noise. Her entire body went rigid. The thing on her back vibrated and held her fast for two, three, four, five seconds ...

The humming noise stopped and Lentz collapsed, falling forward into the arms of the maid and the hotel manager. They lowered her gently to the floor and Lentz looked up and saw Officer Owens standing over her and holding a stun gun.

Agent Lentz felt so weak and disoriented. She was dimly aware that the maid and the hotel manager were unfastening her pants and pulling them down around her ankles. She tried to kick her legs, but she couldn't move. She couldn't even lift her arms.

The maid stepped over Lentz and hiked up the skirt of her uniform. She squatted down over Lentz and began fingering herself, giving the agent an excellent look at her incredibly swollen and wet pussy lips dangling from a patch of black pubic fur. Lentz watched helplessly as the maid quickly came and her pussy lips parted open as something dark and grey began to ooze out of her wet hole ...

Tuesday, late afternoon. Center for Disease Control, Atlanta, Georgia. Eight female hosts infected. The Director slipped into the observation room and sat down beside Dr. Rose Jeffries. The observation window gave them an excellent view of the naked body of Agent Matthews as she and Jack Neal engaged in sexual intercourse in the next room.

The Director saw a nurse's uniform lying on the floor by the hospital bed. "I see that Mr. Neal bought Agent Matthew's story that she was a lonely nurse."

"This is abhorrent," Dr. Jeffries muttered.

"If sexual contact spreads the slug to a new host, then it stands to reason that the best way to get a specimen is to engage the patient in sexual intercourse under controlled laboratory conditions."

"I cannot stress my objection strongly enough to what you are doing."

"Oh come now, doctor. Should we not explore all reasonable alternatives before resorting to invasive and possibly dangerous surgery on the patient?"

"I seem to recall that earlier you were willing to cut off the patient's penis. I think your only concern is that surgery might damage or destroy the alien life form. I can't believe that you would make Matthews do this."

"She volunteered like the good soldier she is."

"After you have been berating her for days that she let Mary Calvert slip past her. Are you not concerned that she herself could be infected by the alien?"

"They are using a condom that will contain and capture the slug. And if anything should go wrong, Matthews will give a hand signal and we'll get her out of there."

"This is so wrong," Dr. Jeffries said, shaking her head.

"I'm cumming," Jack panted.

"Oh God, yes Jack, please! Please cum for me, please, please, cum for me!" Matthews glanced over at the mirrored window on the wall and wondered how many people were watching her. ‘The quicker we get this over, the better', she thought to herself.

She felt something warm shoot inside of her followed by a sudden stinging sensation in her lower back, right above her ass checks.

"Noooooooo," she moaned. She lifted her hand ...

... and immediately placed it back on the bed.

"What's wrong?," Jack asked, pausing in mid-stroke.

Matthews lifted her legs and pressed her thighs against Jack's hips with amazing strength.

"Don't stop," she purred.

Dr. Jeffries jumped out of her seat. "That was the hand signal!"

"No it wasn't. See, she put her hand down. Dammit, doctor, sit down and let them finish."

"The patient said he had ejaculated!"

"Well, he must have been wrong because they're still going at it."

"Let me get rid of this for you." Matthews said, removing Jack's condom and dropping it into a trash can by the bed. She rolled off the bed, turned her back towards the observation room and bent over to pick up her nurse's uniform.

She quickly examined herself as she picked up the uniform. Rather than returning to a pre-coital state, her pussy remained incredibly aroused. As she watched, her inner labia continued to swell and turn a glorious shade of red.

She had never felt this sexually stimulated before. The knowledge that she had a slug inside of her was making her more excited and horny with each passing second.

‘Command me,' she thought to herself. ‘Please command me.'

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and exhaled in a contented sigh. Her eyes flickered open and she picked up the nurses outfit and stuffed her panties into one of the pockets.

"I've got to get back to work, Jack. Thank you." Matthews said, slipping into the uniform. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, for ... everything."

She whispered softly in his ear: "In a few minutes some doctors are going to come in here and try to take you away for an operation. You've got try to get out of here." She pulled away and noted with satisfaction the stunned look on Jack's face.

She blew him a kiss and picked the trashbag containing the spent condom. The door to the room opened and Matthews quickly stepped through. The door slid shut behind her and she found herself in the hallway outside of the observation room. A scientist and two guards in white protective suits were waiting for her.

Matthews handed over the trash bag to the scientist.

"Be careful. There's a slug in there."

"Good work, Matthews." A embarrassed expression crossed his face as he remembered the type of ‘work' that Matthews just had to engage in. He quickly averted his eyes from Matthews and carefully peered into the trash bag. "There's nothing in here."

"There's a slug in the condom. I saw it."

"The condom is in here, but no slug."

"Oh God," Matthews said, "If its not in there, then it must have escaped. It's in the room with Jack!"

The scientist muttered a curse word and hit a button on the wall. The door slid back open. Jack Neal was standing on the other side with his fists clenched.

"I'm leaving! Right now!" he yelled and lunged forward. The scientist had been moving through the door and they collided together in the doorway. Jack threw a punch at him.

"You can't keep me here," he screamed. "I'm an American! I have rights!"

The guards hesitated for a second and then pushed their way past Matthews and tackled both Neal and the scientist, knocking them both kicking and screaming back into the room. Matthews hit the button and the door shut behind them. She heard everyone continuing to struggle on the other side.

She quickly walked down the hallway and passed the observation room. The Director saw her as she walked by and gave her a thumbs up. He then turned his attention back to the observation window, watching the altercation between Jack Neal and the guards in the hospital room.

A nurse meet Matthews at the end of the hallway.

"Hello, Agent Matthews, I'm Tammi Lockhart. Where are the guards?"

"Mr. Neal was being difficult."

"Oh, that's not like him, he's usually such a sweetie. Well, follow me and we'll get these tests out of the way."

The nurse entered a code into a keypad and they entered a hospital room that looked identical to the one that Jack Neal was being held in.

"Have a seat on the bed, Agent Matthews and I'll take your blood pressure."

Tammi let her fingers linger on Matthews wrist while she was taking her pulse. "That nurse's uniform really looks good on you," she said with a wink. "You ought to come work with me."

"Thank you, Tammi. You look very sexy in your uniform, too."

Tammi blushed, "Um ... thank you, Agent Matthews."

"Please call me Mindy." Matthews was fidgeting on the edge of the bed, rapidly opening and closing her legs.

"Okay ... Mindy. I'm going to need for you to take off your clothes and put on this hospital gown and then I'll take you to get your MRI and bloodwork."

"I can't go with you to get an MRI."

"Why not?"

"Because Dr. Jeffries will see that I have a slug inside of my pussy."

Tammi laughed nervously. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, wondering where the security guards were. When she turned back she saw that Matthews had placed her hand under her uniform. The uniform was hitched up and Tammi could see that Matthews wasn't wearing underwear.

"Please tell me your lying," Tammi whispered.

"Yes, I'm lying."

A look of relief followed by a smile appeared on Tammi's face.

"I really have two slugs in my pussy." Matthews shuddered and there was a wet noise. "This one is for you."

Matthews suddenly leaped off of the bed and landed in front of Tammi. Tammi backpedaled for the door, but Matthews caught her by her arm and pulled her back. She forced her lips on the surprised nurse before she could scream and slid her hand under Tammi's uniform. Tammi felt something warm and wet in Matthew's hand as it pressed against the sheer top of her panty hose. She heard her hose rip and felt something tingling on her pussy followed by a stinging sensation in her lower back.

Tammi stopped struggling and returned Matthews kiss. She suddenly and unexpectedly felt so horny. She had a strong desire to fill her pussy with an object, any object ... fingers, a cock, a sex toy, anything. It was a growing vaginal ache and it was being pleasantly satisfied by whatever was slithering inside of her. She parted her legs and sighed contentedly as she felt it growing larger.

"Agent Matthews ...," she moaned between kisses.

"Call me Mindy."

"Mindy ... why ..." Tammi began slowly grinding her pussy against Matthew's hand.

"I need your help to escape, Tammi. Together you and I need to find a safe place in the city and begin recruiting new hosts."

Tammi began to day-dream and her mind was filled with the vision that soon she and Matthews would be in a hotel room, their pussies locked together, kissing each other like they were now, being instructed on how to enslave new hosts in the Atlanta area ...

Tammi broke their kiss and pulled away. She lifted up her skirt and examined herself. Her pussy lips slowly bulged out of the slit torn in her panty hose.

"I will obey," she said.

She walked to the door and entered her code into the keypad. The door did not open. She entered her code again.

"My code no longer works, Mindy."

Matthews heard a hissing noise and looked up. A colorless gas was being pumped into the room from the ceiling vents. She saw Tammi collapse and she turned to stare at the mirrored window, wondering who was in the observation room on the other side. Her legs buckled and she fell to the floor next to Tammi.

Tuesday, early evening. The Bardstown Road Motel, Louisville, Kentucky. Ten female hosts infected. Mary straddled Agent Dana Lentz, her bottom bouncing slowly up and down so that their linked Masters moved in their pussies as they conferenced.

"I'm so glad you are host-slave, Dana," Mary said, running her hands over Lentz's breasts. "You've given our Masters invaluable information about the Agency."

"This is so incredible," Dana moaned. She felt her juices join with those dripping from Mary. They trickled down over her anus and became part of the wet stain was slowly spreading across the sheets clinging to her bottom. "I can't believe I fought against my Master possessing me. "

"I'm sorry that I had to stun you, Dana," Officer Julie Owens said. The blond policewoman was lying face to face with Jasmine in the next bed. They held each other tightly, their bodies pressed and writhing together as their Masters direct conferenced.

Dana ground herself against Mary and felt another orgasm building within her. "If I had known that it would be like this, I would have willingly offered my pussy."

"I'm so glad that my boyfriend was fucking Ashley on the side," Officer Owens said, pressing her large breasts against Jasmine. "He implanted my Master in me this morning and I was on my way here to direct conference when I heard you request back up. It was fortunate that the maid and the hotel manager were host-slave."

"Yes, we took the maid when she came to clean our room this morning," Jasmine said, nuzzling the officer's neck. "She then brought us the hotel manager to be recruited. The manager moved us to this room on the opposite side of the hotel. This side of the hotel is more secluded and we planned to begin recruiting host-slaves from among the guests this evening. However the Agency's raid has now made that too dangerous."

"We will move to our alternative site tomorrow morning," Mary said. She felt Lentz squirm beneath her as she came. As Mary watched, Lentz's eyes glazed and then refocused as she received and processed the instructions from her Master.

"I will keep you informed of the Agency's plans and control the information that is going back to Atlanta and Washington," Lentz said. "But you and Jasmine must be careful. The Agency has every law enforcement agency out looking for you. We came here with orders to kill you if you resisted capture."

"Don't worry, we will be kept out of sight in our new ... Hive." Mary relished the new word that she had learned from her Master. She rubbed her belly. "I have been chosen to be a breeder and Jasmine is depositing Masters into me for reproduction. There are three Masters inside of my womb right now ... oooooh ..."

Mary closed her eyes and Dana saw her belly swell slightly.

"... make that six."

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The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.

The Plague Maiden Day 4 (ff, mc, sf)

Transcript of Meeting between Dr. Rose Jeffries and the Director of the Agency. Top Secret Classification. Original transcript and one copy to be delivered to the Director, original tape to be destroyed. Dr. Jeffries: As you know, the alien slug is parasite, able to genetically adapt itself to control a wide variety of hosts. It is our belief that the slugs move from planet to planet, enslaving the indigenous life forms as hosts and then using them as soldiers to invade the next world. The slugs and their elf-like alien hosts began exploring the Earth and abducting humans in the middle of the last century, apparently to study and find a way to adapt themselves to use humans as hosts. Beginning in the late 1970's we began seeing invasions of the large slug that rides on the back of a human host. However we are now dealing with a new type of slug, one that is specifically adapted for a female human host.

Dr. Jeffries continuing: [Referring to MRI film of patient Matthews, attached as Exhibit A] This new slug enters the vaginal opening and occupies the upper third of the host's vagina and part of the uterus. The slug, through this tendril here, penetrates the uterine wall and attaches itself to the sacral portion of the spinal cord. The tendril links with the mind of the host and triggers a flood of parasympathetic nerve impulses which are normally only generated during intense sexual stimulation.

Dr. Jeffries continuing: [Referring to photograph of vulva of patient Matthew's, attached as Exhibit B] As you can see, the parasympathetic nerve impulses cause the arteries to the external female genitalia to dilate, causing the inflow of blood to increase and the outflow of the blood to decrease. The vulva of the host becomes swollen and sensitive to stimulation. The labia majora spread apart as the labia minora become engorged and distend from the host, causing the clitoral hood to pull back and expose the clitoris and clitoral glands. The clitoris swells up to several times its normal size. The flood of parasympathetic impulses also stimulate the vestibular glands to continuously secrete and lubricate the lower vagina, clitoris and labia. In nature, human females are only briefly able to achieve a state of arousal like this and then only after intense sexual stimulation and immediately prior to climax. However the slug is able to permanently keep its female host in this sexually aroused state.

Dr. Jeffries continuing: [Referring to MRI film of patient Matthews, attached as Exhibit C] The slug sends tendrils to the ovaries, preventing ovulation and menstruation and triggering the production of the female sex hormone estrogen. The estrogen will probably cause the breasts of the host to enlarge and stimulate the mammary glands for milk secretion. It will also cause increased vascularization of the skin of the female host, making their skin clearer, softer, and more sensitive to touch. The estrogen may make the uterus enlarge, possibly allowing the female host to carry more than one immature slug, possibly a great many more.

Dr. Jeffries continuing: [Referring to MRI film of patient Matthews, attached as Exhibit D] Once implanted inside a host, the slug is able to move along the vagina between the vaginal opening and the uterus. It can descend to stimulate the sensory nerve fibers leading to the clitoris and the urethral sponge, in the area commonly known as the Grafenburg or G-spot. This makes the vulva of host, and especially the clitoris, extremely sensitive to stimulation. In fact any stimulation will be sufficient to trigger an intense, pleasurable sense of physiological and psychological release ...

The Director [interrupting]: An orgasm.

Dr. Jeffries: Yes, an orgasm, the likes of which would rarely occur in normal human sexual activity. We believe it is by the means of these intense orgasms that the slug gains control of the female host. As I previously mentioned, the slugs that we have encountered before were much larger and took immediate and complete control of their host by riding upon the upper back of the host and affixing numerous tendrils to the spinal cord. However this new type of slug only attaches one of tendril to the spinal cord, and then only at the lowest part of the sacral region, so control of the host may be minimal at first.

The Director: So this new slug gets its host to do its bidding through sexual reward?

Dr. Jeffries: Perhaps. Perhaps the slug is able to exercise greater control while the host is sexually stimulated. What we do know is that the female host is constantly driven by an overwhelming desire to stimulate her permanently aroused genitalia through sexual contact until these intense orgasms are achieved. And it is by sexual contact that the slug reproduces itself and claims a new host. From what we are able to gather, Mary Calvert infected Jack Neal who in turn infected Jasmine Harmon. Jack Neal later infected Agent Matthews and then Matthews infected Tammi ... I mean, Nurse Lockhart.

The Director: And Jack Neal was not affected by the slug?

Dr Jeffries: No, it appears that human males are merely unknowing carriers for the slugs. The slug is not able to mature or attach itself to the spinal cord of a human male, and therefore is not able to exercise any control over the mind of a human male. The immature slug remains in the ejaculatory duct of the prostrate gland of the human male. During sexual arousal, we believe that the immature slug extends into the host's urethra, most likely to detect the presence of a female host. If a female host is detected, the immature slug divides by binary fission and creates two new genetically identical creatures, just like an amobea. One slug is ejected into the female host with the seminal fluid from the male host during ejaculation. The other slug remains in the male human to later infect additional female hosts.

The Director: Then why did both of the slugs leave Jack Neal and enter Agent Matthews?

Dr. Jeffries: It is our belief that the slug that initially entered Agent Matthews was able to read her mind once it had attached itself to her spinal cord. The slug inside of her somehow communicated the situation to the slug that was still in Jack Neal. The slugs realized that the best chance for escape was in Agent Matthews and the second slug entered her during their continued sexual intercourse. Agent Matthews then implanted this second slug into Nurse Lockhart.

The Director: And these things chewed right through the condom?

Dr. Jeffries: I don't know if they have teeth, but yes, it appears that the slugs were able to easily penetrate both the condom and the pantyhose that Nurse Lockhart was wearing.

The Director: Do we know how quickly these new slugs are able to reproduce and spread to new hosts?

Dr. Jeffries: No. As of now, they haven't reproduced while in Agent Matthews or Nurse Lockhart. However we examined the secretions that were found on the bedsheets taken from the hotel room in Louisville ...

The Director [interrupting]: Secretions?

Dr. Jeffries: Sometimes the Skene's glands in the vulva are capable of secreting a clear fluid which squirts during orgasm. Normally very few women are able to achieve an orgasm like this. However from the amount of secretions that we found on the bedsheets, it appears that a female host is able to secrete copious amounts of this fluid during orgasm. In female to female contact, the female host may use this squirting orgasm to lubricate the vaginal opening of the female she is infecting, allowing the slug to easily enter the new host. We were able to identify DNA in the secretions that matched the DNA taken from hair samples of Mary Calvert and Jasmine Harmon that were recovered from their apartment. However there were four other distinct DNA samples that we were not able to match.

The Director: Four! So the slugs may have already spread to four female hosts in addition to Calvert and Harmon?

Dr. Jeffries: I cannot say for certain, but probably yes. That would mean that each slug is capable of dividing and creating a duplicate of itself at least two or three times per day. There would be eight female hosts now, counting Agent Matthews and Tammi ... Nurse Lockhart.

The Director: Yes, yes, of course. Thank you doctor.

[The Director instructed that the following exchange between him and Dr. Jeffries be omitted from the two copies of the transcript.]

Dr. Jeffries: You knew that Agent Matthews would be infected. You wanted her to be infected ...

The Director: It was imperative that we discover what effect these new slugs had on a female host. Agent Matthews knew the risks ...

Dr. Jeffries: And what about Tammi? I lost my best nurse. You didn't ask her to volunteer, you didn't inform her of the risks ...

The Director: You should be fortunate that you now have two female hosts to study.

Dr. Jeffries: [inaudible]

The Director: I don't have time for this, doctor.

[The meeting was concluded. The Director instructed that an original transcript and one copy be prepared and the original tape destroyed.]

Wednesday evening, Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Twenty-two female hosts infected. "C'mon Heather, the mall is about to close and we need to get a move on."

"Just a sec, mom." Heather flipped through some shorts that were on a display rack by the aisle. She found a pair in her size and held them up to her mom. "Can I try these on real fast? Pleazzzzze?"

"Okay, hurry, hurry, hurry." Nadine Cooke watched her daughter disappear into the dressing rooms. She had been spoiling Heather more than usual. This was her daughter's senior year in high school and the last year that she would be living at home. She had been accepted to attend the University of Kentucky in the fall and was already making plans to get an off-campus apartment with her friends. Nadine looked down at the bag of clothes that she had just bought for Heather and wondered if this month's child support check would pay off what she had charged on her credit card.

Heather exited the dressing room and quickly scooted back over to her mom.

"You weren't in there long enough to try that on. Did you change your mind?"

"You're not going to believe this, mom, but there's a sales girl in there going at it with a customer!"

"You're kidding me! She took a guy into the changing room?"

"No, she's doing it with a woman," Heather said, hanging the shorts back on the rack. Someone moaned loudly in the dressing room. "Let's get out of here," she giggled.

They quickly left the department store and entered into the main area of the mall. Several of the smaller stores on the mall already had their security grates down and they could hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner over the Muzak. They walked pass the Fredericks of Hollywood store and Heather peeked through the security grate. She reached out and put her hand on her mother's arm.

"Oh my God, they're doing it too!" she whispered excitedly.

Nadine joined Heather at the grate and looked in. A customer was bent over the counter in the back with her shirt open and her skirt pulled up around her hips. Her breasts were resting on the countertop and wiggled back and forth. A sales girl was behind her, hands on the customer's waist and pelvis pressed against the customer's bottom, moving her hips in such a way that it looked like she was pushing something into the customer. The customer's face showed a confusing mixture of emotions. It was like she was horribly frightened and wanted to pull away and yet was so incredibly turned on by what was happening that she was unable to stop. The sales girl was obviously enjoying herself and came noisily as they watched. Heather saw that the name tag pinned on her blouse read ‘Melanie'.

The customer suddenly gripped the countertop and moaned loudly. She threw her head back and her breasts left the countertop and jiggled in front of her as she began moving her ass in perfect rhythm with the sales girl grinding against her from behind. All traces of fear were gone from her face, replaced with a look of intense lust.

Nadine looked over and saw that her daughter appeared to be mesmerized by what she was seeing. She stepped away from grate, pulling Heather along with her by her hand.

"What are the odds of seeing something like that twice in one night?" Heather said, looking back over her shoulder at the store. "I wonder what it feels like doing a girl?"

Heather turned and smirked when she saw her mother's stunned expression. "Just kidding, mom."

"I'm going to say something to this cop." Nadine made a bee-line for a blond-haired police officer who was walking towards them.

"Excuse me, officer. My daughter and I just saw two people having .. um ... sex in the Frederick's of Hollywood store."

"I'll have mall security get right on that, ma'am. Of course, I'll need to a take a statement from you and your daughter. Come with me and we'll do that back in the mall office."

"Er ... we're kind of in a hurry, officer, and I don't want to press charges ..."

"But I am going to press charges, ma'am. And if you give me a statement, then you may not have to go to court to testify. The mall office is right back here. It will only take a few minutes and then you two can go."

Nadine looked at Heather, shrugged her shoulders, and followed the police officer. Heather stared at police officer as they followed her through the mall. Her breasts were huge and from the way they moved around it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Heather couldn't see any panty lines either. When they got to the mall offices, the officer turned to hold the door for them and Heather saw that her pussy bulged against the crotch of her uniform, creating what the boys at school were calling a ‘camel toe.'

They entered a reception area. The secretary appeared to have gone for the day and half of the fluorescent ceiling lights were turned off.

‘I'll take your statement first, ma'am," the officer said to Nadine. She pointed to a couch in the reception area. "Your daughter can wait here until it's her turn."

Heather sat down on the couch and her mother and the police officer entered an adjacent office and shut the door. She picked up a three month old copy of ‘Vogue' and began flipping through it. Muzak blared at a insanely loud volume from a speaker over the couch.

Heather looked up at the clock. Ten minutes had gone by.

The sales girl and the customer from the Fredericks of Hollywood store entered the waiting area. The customer had exchanged the clothes that she had been wearing for a pair of black vinyl mini shorts and a red teddy that she wore under her unbuttoned white blouse. They walked past Heather and entered the office. Heather wondered what kind of trouble they were going to get for fucking in a public place.

Heather flipped through another magazine, bored out of her wits. She looked back at the clock. The mall had closed a half-hour ago.

She tossed the magazine down and stood up. "This is ridiculous!"

The couple from Frederick's had not knocked on the office door and neither did Heather. She turned the doorknob and barged through the door ...

... and stopped in mid-stride, staring in disbelief.

All of the office furniture was pushed over against the wall and the customer from Fredericks was lying on her back in the center of the floor. She was locked in a naked embrace with a pregnant woman sitting on top of her. They were rubbing against each other and a black stringy thing twitched between them, seemingly connecting their swollen pussies ...

There was a crackling noise and Heather turned and saw the police officer advancing on her. The police officer held a stun gun in front of her and squeezed the trigger again. It made another menacing, crackling noise as electricity arched across its prongs.

"No! Not my daughter ..."

Heather saw her mother sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room. The sales girl from Frederick's was standing next to her.

"Mom!" Heather dodged around the police officer and raced over to her mother's side. Her mom was sitting against the wall with her legs spread open in front of her. Her underwear was lying on the floor next to her.

"Mom, are you alright? What have they done to you?" Heather got down on her knees beside her mother. The police officer shut the door to the office and stood in the front of it. It was the only exit to the room.

"Oh Heather ... they put something in me ... it's moving ..."

Heather looked up and saw the sales girl standing over her. "What did you do to my mom?"

"Your mother is fine. But for some reason, she is fighting against her Master possessing her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother has been given a Master and is becoming host-slave. Sometimes the transformation to host-slave is instantaneous. Sometimes there is resistance on the part of the host and the process takes longer."

Heather saw that her mother had closed her eyes and appeared to be chanting to herself. Heather put her arm around her mom and stared at the two naked women in the center of the room. She pointed at the black tendrils that were linking them together.

"Is that a Master?"

"There is a Master in the pussy of each host-slave. What you are seeing are their communication tendrils which have descended out of their pussies and joined together to direct conference and share information with each other."

"I saw you in the Frederick's store. Were you turning that customer into a host-slave?"

"Yes. You saw me transferring a Master into the customer's pussy. Tomorrow she will come and work with me at the store and together will recruit new host-slaves. By tomorrow evening, all of the women that work at the mall will be host-slaves. We will then be able to efficiently recruit customers coming into the mall."

Heather decided to stall for time while she tried to think of a way to get her mom and her past the police officer and out of the room. "Um ... do you like being a host-slave?"

"Yes. What is your name?"

"Heather."

"Heather, my name is Melanie and being host-slave is the most fulfilling thing that has ever or will ever happen to me."

Melanie unbuttoned her shirt. "Your body goes through fantastic changes and becomes so beautiful. Your skin becomes softer ... your breasts become larger."

She took off her shirt, showing Heather how her breasts were tightly squeezed into a black bra. She unfastening her bra and slipped it off. Heather saw a red mark cutting across the bottom of her breasts where the wire support of the bra had been pressing against them.

Melanie dropped the bra on the floor. "I will no longer be able to wear that bra. My breasts have grown a full cup size in two days." She ran the tips of her fingers in circles over her dark, pierced nipples. "My nipples stay permanently erect now and they are so sensitive."

Melanie unzipped her skirt from behind and let it drop to the floor. She pulled up the sides of the crotchless panties that she was wearing and showed Heather the bulging pierced lips of her swollen pussy. "But best of all, your pussy becomes ... perfect. You stay permanently aroused and can have the most incredible orgasms with the slightest stimulation. You lose all of your sexual inhibitions. You can have sex all of the time, without fear of pregnancy or disease ..."

Her mother opened her eyes. "Don't listen to her, Heather."

"Your mom is denying herself this pleasure and is prolonging the inevitable. She will be host-slave. You will be host-slave."

Heather began to protest, but Melanie cut her short.

"You do not have any choice in the matter, Heather. If necessary we will subdue you with the stun gun. It will not hurt you, but your mother can tell you that it does not feel pleasant. And the stun gun will briefly overwhelm your neuromuscular system, so you will miss out on some of the incredible feelings that you would otherwise experience when being taken by your Master. Whenever the Masters of two host-slaves link together, its like the greatest fuck of your life."

Heather watched the couple writhing on the floor. "I don't want to be shocked," she said, rising to her feet. She began to unbutton her shirt.

"Heather, no!"

"It's okay mom. Like Melanie said, its not like I have any choice in the matter."

Melanie smiled as Heather slipped out of her clothes. "I am very proud of you, Heather. The purpose of the host-slave is obedience."

"Let's just hurry up and get this over with."

The women in the center of the room separated. The customer stood up and began getting dressed, her black tendril snaking back up into her pussy as she slipped into her clothes. Heather walked over and laid down on the floor in the same spot and position as the customer had been in. The pregnant woman that had been sitting on the customer stepped over Heather.

"My name is Mary," she said, rubbing her swollen stomach. She looked like she was two or three months pregnant. "As you can see, I'm full of Masters. When I have an orgasm, your new Master will slide out of me. If you like, I can bring myself to orgasm through physical contact between my pussy and your pussy, allowing your Master to pass directly from me into you ..."

"Ummmm ...," Heather said in a quiet voice. "I'm not sure if I want to do that ..."

"I understand. Humans have inhibitions that host-slaves do not. I can manually stimulate myself without having physical contact with you."

Mary squatted down over Heather and began to gently finger her clit. Heather tried shutting her eyes but that made things worse. She looked up and watched Mary's glistening wet pussy lips quiver under her probing fingers. She stared at Mary's beautiful breasts and began to wonder if hers would soon be that large, if her nipples would really be erect forever ..

Mary suddenly cried out and her cum spurted from her in a long, wet stream that drenched Heather's pussy. Heather flinched as the warm fluid and something that felt soft and spongy landed on her. Her pussy tingled as she felt something like a string slither inside of her and there was a stinging sensation in her back right above the crack of her ass.

Heather gazed up at Mary's dripping pussy. For some reason, she suddenly felt so incredibly horny ...

... Mary was so beautiful and it was Mary that just made her pussy ache like this and she needed to fuck so bad and Mary's pussy was so beautiful and Mary's pussy smelled so delicious and she wanted to make Mary cum again and soak her pussy and she wanted to fuck Mary until her pussy was as beautiful as Mary's pussy and they both were cumming ...

Heather reached up and gently pulled Mary down to rest on top of her.

"Fight it, Heather," she heard her mom say. "If you concentrate, you can fight it."

Heather closed her eyes. She and Mary began grinding together.

Her mom couldn't bear to see what was happening to her daughter. She closed her eyes and concentrated, pushing away the thoughts that were continually bombarding her mind.

‘I'm tough as nails,' she thought. ‘I'm a fighter and my daughter is a fighter ...'

She repeated the words in her mind over and over like a mantra.

‘... my daughter is a fighter ... my daughter is a fighter ...'

She was so focused that she didn't hear Heather scream when she had her first orgasm.

‘... my daughter is a fighter ... my daughter is a fighter ...'

Something touched her on her shoulder and she opened her eyes. Heather stood naked before her. Nadine watched in horror as the glistening, pink lips of her daughter's obscenely aroused young pussy bulged outwards and parted open with a soft wet noise ...

... Her pussy lips are opening like beautiful petals, and her swollen clit is like the blossoming bud of a flower, dripping with sweet nectar ... Oh God, what am I thinking ...

Nadine closed her eyes and her mind wandered. Her hand slipped under her dress and she began masturbating, her pussy swelling beneath her probing fingers ...

Heather looked down at her mom and smiled.

"I am host-slave," she said.

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The following story is based upon an idea by Robert A. Heinlien.

The Plague Maiden Day 5 (ff, mc, sf)

Thursday morning. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Twenty-eight female hosts infected. ... I love you Mary, I love you, thank you Mary, thank you, thank you for my Master ...

"Time to wake up, Heather. The mall will be opening in a couple of hours."

Heather opened her eyes and saw Melanie kneeling beside her. She stretched her legs and realized that she was lying in a wet spot that had soaked into the fabric of her sleeping bag. Apparently there was to be no reprieve from her constant sexual arousal, not even when she was asleep.

Heather rose from her sleeping bag and yawned. She hadn't gotten much sleep. She and the other host-slaves had worked late into the night making modifications to several of the stores in the mall. Heather's task had been to clean out a storage closet in the back of the Frederick's of Hollywood stock room. With the addition of a padded bench, rug, and a wall mirror taken from the Dillard's department store, the storage closet had become a new "dressing room" far from the floor area of the store.

Heather had completed her assigned task and made a pallet on the floor of the Frederick's stock room. She immediately collapsed into blissful slumber and dreamed erotic dreams as her Master probed and instructed her mind.

Within a minute after awakening, Heather had processed the instructions that were implanted in her mind. She smiled, knowing that her Master was pleased that it had found a host-slave with such a receptive mind.

"I will obey," she said.

Heather looked down at her sleeping bag and saw the price tag from the Sears department store still hanging from its zipper. Heather had felt bad last night for taking it, but this morning the feelings of remorse were gone. Her Master had revealed to her that all of the property in the shopping mall now belonged to the Hive and more importantly ...

... she belonged to the Hive ...

Heather felt a sudden rush and her face lit up. She was part of a Hive now and it was making her feel so happy and so perfectly ... content. Nothing had ever came close to what she was now feeling, not even when she had been accepted into the cliche of popular girls at school ...

School! Her happy feelings subsided and Heather began to feel uneasy about skipping school. Her attendance this year was almost perfect. She had always been an excellent student and was a close contender for class valedictorian. This fall she would have been attending the University of Kentucky ...

... obedience is good ... obedience is good ... obedience is good ...

Heather closed her eyes and focused on the continuous, pleasant ache between her legs, the never ending reminder that she now desired only to serve her Master. She exhaled her breath in a long sigh.

"What's wrong, Heather?"

Heather opened her eyes and looked at Melanie. "Last night, when you were telling me about how wonderful it is to be host-slave, you didn't mention that I would always be so ... horny ..."

"Our insatiable lust for sex is necessary because it is by sexual contact that our Masters transfer to new host-slaves and communicate, both with one another and with us. Our Masters have merely reawakened and enhanced our inborn sexual desires, desires which we have kept suppressed due to our social conditioning."

"I don't understand what you mean by social conditioning', Melanie."

"All of your life you have been taught that women who enjoy sex and seek out sexual stimulation are "sluts" or "whores" while women who are not sexually active and do not desire sex are the "good girls." In our society, the girl who suppresses her sexual feelings is considered to be more normal than a woman who gives in to her sexual desires. As host-slave you lose these inhibitions and negative feelings towards sex."

"I liked sex before I became host-slave," Heather said defensively.

"Whatever you may have experienced in the past is nothing like what you will now experience as host-slave."

Melanie was right. The way her pussy felt when she merely touched it now was a hundred times better than she had ever felt with her boyfriends, better even than those pleasant times she had in her bathtub, letting the warm the water from the tap flow over her fingers and clit ...

"Tell me, Heather, had you ever have sex with a woman before you became host-slave?"

"No. I was a little curious about what it would be like, but I don't think I would have ever, you know, tried it."

"Did you enjoy having sex with Mary last night?"

"Yes," Heather said without hesitation. She had her very first orgasm with Mary. And her second one. And her third one ...

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes," Heather blurted out without thinking. She felt her cheeks blush as she realized she had been staring at Melanie's body the whole time and barely concealing her lust.

Melanie smiled and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"I guess we have a little time."

Heather dipped the sponge in the warm, soapy water and gave it a gentle squeeze, releasing most of the water it held back into the sink. She turned from the sink and rubbed the sponge over Melanie's lower belly and down between her legs, washing away the smell of their love making. They were in the employee bathroom, taking turns bathing each other with the sponges, soaps, and shampoo from a gift basket they had removed from the "Bath and Bodyworks" store the night before.

Heather found herself continually touching Melanie's body as she washed her. Heather couldn't take her eyes off of her. She looked more beautiful and radiant than she did last night. Melanie had done such incredible things to her ...

"I love you," Heather whispered.

Melanie smiled. "That's very sweet, but I think you are still perceiving your constant sexual arousal as being in love." She gently scrubbed Heather's chest, leaving a trail of tiny soap bubbles across her breasts. "I suppose its okay for a host-slave to have feelings of affection for another host-slave. I still love Ashley. She was my girlfriend before I became host-slave. But my feelings for her seem inconsequential now compared to the joy and contentment I feel when I obey my Master."

Heather nodded. She looked down at her beautifully aroused pussy, knowing that the slightest stimulation would send her rocketing into orgasmic bliss. She would do anything for her Master.

They finished washing their bodies and took turns shampooing each other's hair in the sink. They dried each other off and styled their hair with a hair dryer and a curling iron they had taken from the J. C. Penney's store. Melanie picked out some new clothes for them from the store room and cut the price tags off. Heather slipped into a black mini skirt and pulled on a tight pink sweater. She was fascinated by the way the cashmere felt against her bare breasts and she examined herself in a mirror, noting with satisfaction how the luscious bumps of her hard nipples protruded against the sweater. Her breasts felt swollen and sore, but in a pleasant rather than painful way. Heather wondered if they would really start to get bigger now that she was host-slave.

Melanie hugged her from behind and they examined their reflections in the mirror. Heather shivered as Melanie's hands slowly moved to her left breast and carefully pinned a name tag on her sweater.

Printed on the tag was "Fredericks of Hollywood--Lingerie Consultant." A sticker from a label-maker had been recently placed on the tag that said "HEATHER."

Thursday morning. The Center for Disease Control and Prevention, Atlanta, Georgia. Twenty-eight female hosts infected. Mindy Matthews strained against her bindings, seeing if she could create some slack and possibly work one of her hands free.

It was no use. The padded leather straps securely bound her hands, head, and torso to the hospital bed and her legs were bound just as tightly in a set of stirrups. For the past two days she had been kept this way, heavily sedated and completely immobilized. She perceived the passage of time as an endless blur of x-rays, MRIs, ultrasounds, CT-scans, EEGs, and countless other tests. She ignored most of what the doctors were doing to her and kept her mind focused on finding a way to escape and protecting what was in her pussy.

The door opened and she heard several people enter her room. A male doctor in a protective white suit appeared by her bedside. As always, he was accompanied by a male security guard who was armed with a revolver. There was someone else with them, but she couldn't turn her head to see who it was.

The doctor checked the monitors that she was hooked up to and then kneeled at the foot of her bed and disappeared from her view. She felt something cool slide into her.

"The probe has been successfully inserted into the patient."

"Mmmm, that feels so good," Mindy purred. "Why don't you guys cut me loose and we can get to know each other a little bit better?"

Fluid from her perpetually wet pussy leaked out and ran and down the length of the probe. The doctor wiped it off with a cloth. He placed a ultrasound device over her stomach and examined the screen of a monitor just out of her view.

"The probe is in contact with the alien parasite."

"Excellent. Good morning, Agent Matthews."

The face of the Director appeared as he leaned over her bed.

"Please ... call me Mindy. I've been really wanting to talk to you, sir. The Agency is completely wrong about the Masters. Their only purpose is to improve our species. They are going to teach us the technology they've acquired from hundreds of alien races, things that would take us thousands of years to discover. And in return we only have to give them our bodies and minds and become host-slave."

The Director stood over her, scowling.

"And it feels so good to be host-slave, sir. My Master and I are in a perfect symbiotic relationship. You should go down to Alien Containment and put a Master on your back and see how wonderful it is to surrender and obey. It really is the inevitable evolution of our species. Mankind is destined to bear the Masters on their backs and women will carry their Masters in their womb. The Masters are going to selectively breed us so our perfect offspring can carry them to conquer new worlds throughout the universe. Perhaps you and I can be mated, sir. My Master will filter my egg cells and your sperm cells so that I can be impregnated with an embryo containing the genes that will make the most ideal host-slave ..."

"I think I've heard enough, Agent Matthews."

"Call me Mindy."

"Kill it."

Mindy felt a tingle of electricity inside of her. She bolted in the stirrups and was filled with a perverse, maternal instinct to protect her Master. The probe pushed in deeper, spreading a numbing wave of electricity throughout her pelvic region. She felt her Master recoil inside of her and its link to her mind was abruptly severed and she blacked out.

Thursday afternoon. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Eighty-five female hosts infected. Heather stood behind the counter with Kristin, the customer that she had seen Melanie enslave the night before. If her life before becoming host-slave, Kristin had been a paralegal in a large law firm in downtown Louisville. She had called in sick today and joined Heather and Melanie to work at the Frederick's store. She arrived just before the mall opened and brought Melanie and Heather some coffee and bagels.

Heather had sat in a display window and watched the mall come to life as she ate her breakfast. One by one the lights came on in each store and the security grates were pulled up. Only the Lerner New York and Fashion Bug stores stayed dark and locked up until it was almost time for the mall to open. Heather knew that the women who worked in those stores were being recruited as soon as they walked through the employee entrances in the back.

Business was slow in the morning and in the first two hours after the mall opened it seemed like there were more elderly mall walkers than shoppers. Things began to pick up around lunchtime as people stopped by on their work breaks to do some shopping. Just before noon, Melanie had taken their first customer back to the new dressing room to help fit her with a bra. While Heather kept a lookout, Melanie had also helped the customer fit her pussy with a Master. A half hour later the customer had emerged from the back, looking euphoric and clad in a skin tight black dress from the storeroom. She sauntered past Heather and dropped her panties and bra into a trash can as she left the store. Heather saw her later working at the Wet Seal bikini shop.

Kristin was now in the back with their second customer and Melanie was waiting outside of the dressing room with a stun gun, just to be on the safe side. Melanie didn't think they would have any problems with any of their Frederick's customers. Her theory was that women who were openly sexual would offer little or no resistance when being taken by their Master, but sexually passive women would be more inclined to fight the transformation to host-slave.

Heather looked around at the displays of thongs, see-thru lingerie, and fantasy apparel in the store. Her mom had always been so stuffy about sex and would never have set foot in this store. Maybe that was why it took her mom so long to become host-slave ...

Heather wondered what store her mother was working in. She walked to the front of the store and saw a cute market researcher prowling around the center of the mall. Over the few hours, Heather watched her talk one woman after another into coming back to her office.

The mall director and her secretary had received what they first perceived to be a nasty but later a more pleasant surprise when they arrived for work that morning. Over the course of the day, they summoned every female store manager back one at a time to the mall office where Mary and her womb full of Masters awaited them. When the managers returned to their stores, their first action as host-slave was to fire all of the male employees and start replacing them with female shoppers who had become host-slave. By late afternoon, all of the woman's clothing stores on the mall were staffed by host-slaves and any woman venturing into the changing rooms of these stores was immediately recruited.

Heather had watched all of this going on around her and she became more and more frustrated that she had not yet gotten to recruit a host-slave. She hitched up her skirt and leaned against the counter, the feel of the cool metal against her bare skin providing pleasant relief.

"Heather, would you come here please?"

Heather walked across the store to where Melanie was standing with a customer.

"Heather, this is Sherri. Sherri's a dancer at Trixies and one of our best customers. Why don't you go in the back and help her try on some of these new outfits that we got in this morning?"

It took everything Heather had to keep from squealing with delight. She smiled at the customer, taking in how tall and pretty she was with her obviously augmented breasts and her cute bleach blond hair tied back in a pony tail. Heather slowly realized that she was sexually attracted to the customer, a desire that would have been impossible for her less than 24 hours ago, in her life before becoming host-slave.

Her hand trembled slightly as she took the outfits on the hangers from Melanie.

"Please follow me, Sherri. We'll go to our new dressing room in the back of the store."

Heather walked on the toes of her feet to keep from racing back to the dressing room. She let Sherri into the dressing room and followed her inside, shutting the door behind them.

"I think I'll try on that one first," Sherri said, pointing to one of the outfits Heather was holding. "Although I'm pretty sure you'll need to run back and get me the next larger size." Sherri leaned against the padded bench and removed her shoes and skirt. She turned her back to Heather and wiggled out of her panties and then pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the bench.

As she watched Sherri undress, Heather felt something quickly slither out of her and she unfastened her skirt and let it slip down around her ankles. A long black tendril was swishing violently between her legs. This was not a communication tendril, it was the "stinging" tendril of her Master and she needed to implant it in Sherri.

This was her only purpose now. She had to give Sherri her Master and let her feel how wonderful it was to be host-slave.

"I will obey," she groaned.

"What did you say, Heather?" Sherri unfastened her bra and turned around.

Heather released the hangers in her hand and let the outfits fall to the floor. She stepped forward and hugged Sherri around her waist She felt the tendril rapidly coil out of her like the way the line on a fishing rod plays out when a fish is hooked and Sherri gasped. The dancer slowly lowered herself back onto the bench, spreading her legs to accommodate Heather's body resting on top of her.

Heather felt her Master sliding into and filling her lower vagina and she excitedly rubbed her engorged clit against Sherri and came almost immediately. Her vagina throbbed with muscle contractions. With each throbbing contraction, she felt an urge like she had to pee build within her until she couldn't hold it back anymore ... didn't want to hold back anymore ... and she suddenly ejaculated, releasing a long, warm jet of her juices into Sherri's slit. She felt her dripping pussy lips part open as the tip of her Master began to protrude from her. Heather frantically shifted her position to help her Master find Sherri's wet opening and was surprised to feel Sherri's hands around her, helping guide Heather to her pussy.

"Yes ... yes ... don't stop ... you're making my pussy feel so goooooood ...," Sherri whispered.

Heather began gently thrusting her hips, fucking Sherri with their shared Master, pushing it in deeper and deeper as it slowly divided into two new identical creatures. Heather and Sherri uttered an excited series of little gasps as each of them were penetrated by a Master pulling itself along the tendril it had implanted in them. Heather slipped her hand between the dancer's legs and began to caress her shaved pussy. Sherri squirmed beneath Heather, her pussy lips rapidly swelling and her pleasure moans building in intensity until she climaxed with a contented sigh and gushed over Heather's fingers.

Her first host-slave.

Heather stared into Sherri's glassy and unfocused eyes, thrilled with what she had accomplished. She slowly slid down between Sherri's parted legs. Her mouth enveloped Sherri's pussy and she began to imitate what Melanie had done to her earlier that morning. She excitedly licked Sherri's pussy, enjoying the taste and feel of her wonderfully warm and smooth, slick skin. Sherri's engorged clit slowly emerged from its hood and offered itself to Heather's probing and flicking tongue. Seconds later Sherri groaned and squirted another warm stream of pussy juice.

Sherri's eyes refocused as her new Master finished with the mind that Heather had so artfully distracted. Heather sat back and watched Sherri slowly stand up and face the mirror in the changing room. She pulled her swollen labia apart to form a beautiful inverted triangle of soft, red skin enclosing the glistening wet slit of her vaginal opening.

"Inside of your pussy is your new Master," Heather told Sherri. "You are now its host-slave."

"Yes. I am host-slave."

Heather looked down at her pink sweater. The front of it was soaked.

"We will need to clean up and Melanie will get us some new clothes. You will then report to the mall office and find out which store you will help colonize."

Sherri gazed at the reflection of her gorgeously aroused pussy in the mirror and smiled.

"I will obey," she said.

Thursday afternoon. The Center for Disease Control and Prevention, Atlanta, Georgia. Eight-six female hosts infected. Matthews woke up and slipped her hand under the bedsheet. She already knew what she was going to find, but she examined herself anyway.

The door opened and Director walked into her room.

"How are you feeling, Agent Matthews?"

"Okay, sir."

"Well the doctors assure me that you will be just fine, so rest up because I need you to get back to duty right away. You now have a unique perspective on the threat that we are facing."

"Yes, sir. How is Tammi ... Nurse Lockhart?" Matthews remembered the beautiful young nurse that she had turned into a host-slave.

"Oh she's fine, just fine. Don't you worry about her, that wasn't your fault." The Director walked towards the door. "Well, I'll let you get some shut eye and I'll be back to see you in the morning."

"Sir?," Matthews whispered. The Director stopped and looked back at her.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you for getting it out of me."

The Director smiled and left the room.

Matthews laid back on her pillow and pondered about what she had said.

... thank you for getting it out of me ...

In the entire time that she had been with the Agency, that was the first time that she had ever misled the Director.

Thursday evening. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. One hundred and six female hosts infected. "Oh ... my ... gawd ..."

Heather looked up and saw Kimberly and Michelle, two of her high school classmates. Heather had never particularly gotten along with either of them.

"Who would have thought that Heather Cooke would drop out of school and end up working at the mall?" Kimberly said, sounding almost jubilant. Michelle giggled.

"Hey," Heather said in greeting. She pushed a button under the counter. "I just skipped school today, I didn't drop out."

"Well, you missed the big science test," Michelle said with a smirk. "It was like forty percent of our grade. I guess there goes your chance to be class valedictorian."

"I suppose you could say you were sick," Kimberly said. "But if the principal finds out, you're going to be so busted. Not that we would ever tell. Right, Michelle?"

"Right. We won't tell anybody, especially if Heather gives us her employee discount on some of these bras."

"Yeah, we won't tell anyone, but I think we ought to get them for free. What do you say, Heather? We can call it the Don't Tell Discount?"

Heather smiled, her eyes fixed on the store entrance behind them. Michelle and Kimberly turned around to see what she was staring at and saw a blond Metro police officer coming into the store. Her uniform looked like it was a size too small and the officer had unfastened an immodest amount of buttons to accommodate her enormous breasts.

"Is there a problem, Heather?"

"Yes there is, Officer Julie. I caught these two girls shoplifting."

"What the hell?" Kimberly said. "We were not!"

"She's lying!" Michelle hissed.

"I'm sure we'll get everything sorted out down at the mall office. This way, ladies."

Kimberly and Michelle began protesting, but Officer Julie Owens removed the handcuffs from her belt and held them up. Both girls fell silent.

Heather watched the voluptuous police officer herd the two girls out of the store. She leaned against the counter and began rubbing up and down, fantasizing about Officer Julie and her handcuffs ...

Excerpts from a medical report dictated by Dr. Kristian Neustadt. Top Secret Classification. Copies to be sealed with the medical records of Rapunzel and Cinderella, one copy to be delivered to the Director of the Agency, original tape to be destroyed. Due to the resignation and reassignment of Dr. Rose Jeffries, I assumed responsibility for the continued experimentation on Rapunzel and Cinderella this morning. Most of the medical staff strongly sympathized with the views of Dr. Jeffries and it was difficult for me to get the team to continue our work. It was only because of the Agency's classification of the patients as research material that I was able to persuade my colleagues that it would not violate our ethics to carry out the orders that we were given ....

No useful information was obtained from the interrogation of either Rapunzel and Cinderella, even with the use of [redacted] and the infliction of [redacted]. It became readily obvious that the patients did not possess the answers the Agency was seeking. Apparently the alien parasite shares with its host only the knowledge that it deems necessary for the host to carry out the parasite's directives ....

Both Cinderella and the alien parasite that she is carrying were infected with numerous bacterial cultures and viruses, including [redacted] and [redacted] to which there is no known cure. Cinderella immediately and inexplicably killed off each and every bacterial and viral infection. We can conclude that the alien parasite appears to be completely resistant to all known sexually transmitted diseases and is able to impart this immunity to its host ...

Over the next few days, we will experiment on Cinderella to the see what the effects of [redacted] ...

Low voltage electrical current successfully destroyed the alien parasite in Rapunzel. The continually aroused vulva, increased vascularization of the skin, swelling of the breasts, and the erect nipples--the symptoms which we are associating as the physical signs of alien infection in a female host--have all gone away. The readings on her EEG also appear normal. She seems to be completely recovered and we have reclassified her status from research subject Rapunzel to that of patient Mindy Matthews. She has been removed from quarantine and is to be released to active duty tomorrow morning per the Director's request.

K. Neustadt, MD, acting Head of the Medical Research Staff, Atlanta

Thursday, late evening. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. One hundred and twenty-eight female hosts infected. The mall had been closed for almost two hours. The Muzak was briefly interrupted by someone saying "all clear" over the public announcement system.

The security grates came up and dozens of women began exiting from various stores up and down the mall. They converged in the center of the mall and began stripping and casting off their clothes.

Heather ducked underneath the security grate of the Frederick's of Hollywood store and watched Melanie walk up to a girl that she assumed was Ashley, her girlfriend in her life before the Masters. They slowly removed their clothes in front of each other and embraced, passionately kissing as the communication tendrils of their Masters slid out of them. Heather turned away and saw Kristin lying on the floor. She was locked tightly in the arms of the cute market researcher, their pussies connected by their conferencing Masters.

All around her women were pairing up. They coupled together on the floor and on the padded chairs and benches around the mall. Two women sat at the edge of the water fountain in the center of the mall, facing each other with their legs entwined. Heather saw two sales clerks from the Deb store get down on all fours and back into each other so their bottoms touched and their Masters fused together. They began gently bumping back against each other. Their eyelids fluttered closed and their mouths dropped open in expressions of utter rapture.

Heather slowly walked among the seething mass of naked women. She saw Sherri and her classmates Kimberly and Michelle, all of them grinding their engorged pussies in lustful abandon against the women they had coupled with. Heather knew that her mom should be among this orgy of host-slaves, but she didn't see her. She quickened her pace and soon she was racing around the mall, frantically searching for a partner. She felt like she was going to pop.

Someone behind her said, "Freeze, Heather." Heather whirled around and found herself face to face with Officer Julie Owens.

The blond Metro officer had unfastened a few more buttons and her gorgeous breasts with their hard, red nipples now hung lusciously out of the shirt of her uniform. She had lost her shoes and the pants of her uniform somewhere in the mall and Heather eyes were drawn to her swollen pussy and the communication tendril that dangled from it and swayed back and forth.

"It looks like your mine tonight, Heather," she said with a wink. "I'm going to need for you to strip and assume the position."

Heather made a noise that sounded like a guttural growl and she ripped off her clothes. She placed her hands on a kiosk where cell-phones were on display and bent over, spreading her legs and lifting her bottom to present herself. Officer Julie took her from behind and the tendrils from their Masters touched.

Heather threw her head back and stared up through the sky lights at the moon. Her ecstatic voice joined with those of a hundred others in a cacophonous song of pleasure noises made to the sound of Muzak.

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The Plague Maiden Day 6 (ff, ma, mc, sf)

Friday, early morning. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. One hundred and twenty-eight female hosts infected. 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.

Friday morning. The Portland Academy--A College Preparatory High School for Young Women, Louisville, Kentucky. One hundred and twenty-eight female hosts infected. 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 ..."

Encrypted E-mail message to the Director of the Agency from Dr. Kristian Neustadt, acting Head of Medical Research Staff, Atlanta. 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

Friday, early afternoon. The United States Federal Courthouse for the Western District of Kentucky, Louisville, Kentucky. Two hundred and thirty-one female hosts infected. 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 ...

Friday afternoon. The Portland Academy--A College Preparatory High School for Young Women, Louisville, Kentucky. Two hundred and eight-three female hosts infected. 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.

Friday, late evening, the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, Atlanta, Georgia. Three hundred and thirty-nine female hosts infected. 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.

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The Plague Maiden Day 7 Saturday, early morning. Forest Park Road, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and thirty-nine female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday, early morning. Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday morning. A former Wal-Mart store, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-one female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday morning. Jefferson County Hall of Justice, Courtroom 7, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-three female hosts infected. ... 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.

Saturday morning. Television Station WJKY Channel 42, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-four female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday morning. The Jefferson County Center for Women's Health, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-five female hosts infected. ... 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.

Saturday morning. Windsor Pointe Condominiums, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-six female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday morning, Interstate 465 West, Louisville, Kentucky. Three hundred and forty-six female hosts infected. " ... 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.

Saturday late afternoon, Trixie's Club, Louisville, Kentucky. Five hundred, thirty-eight female hosts infected. "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.

Saturday late afternoon, The Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Five hundred, thirty-eight female hosts infected. 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.

Saturday, late evening. The Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Seven hundred and ninety-one female hosts infected. 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."

ANTHRAX OUTBREAK AT KENTUCKY SHOPPING MALL 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.

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The Plague Maiden Day 8 Sunday, early morning just after midnight. The Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Seven hundred and ninety-one female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early morning, Jefferson County Detention Center, North Wing (Female Prisoners), Louisville, Kentucky. Seven hundred and ninety-two female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early morning. The Hampton Inn South, Louisville, Kentucky. Eight hundred and thirty-two female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early morning, Jefferson County Detention Center, North Wing (Female Prisoners), Louisville, Kentucky. Eight hundred and thirty-three female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early morning, Zachary Taylor Boulevard, Louisville, Kentucky. Eight hundred and thirty-four female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday morning. The Portland Academy--A College Preparatory High School for Young Women, Louisville, Kentucky. Eight hundred and fifty-seven female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early afternoon, Jefferson County Detention Center, North Wing (Female Prisoners), Louisville, Kentucky. Nine hundred and eighteen female hosts infected. 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.

Sunday, early afternoon. The Portland Academy--A College Preparatory High School for Young Women, Louisville, Kentucky. Nine hundred and eighteen female hosts infected. 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 ..."

Sunday afternoon. The Eastland Mall, Louisville, Kentucky. Nine hundred and fifty female hosts infected. 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."

Sunday evening. Delta Flight 6402, en route to Atlanta, Georgia. Nine hundred and seventy-four female hosts infected. 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.

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