This is the final part of Act Three of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers. I recommend that you read Acts One and Two as well as the other parts of Act Three before beginning this story as it ties into the others. I've decided to forgo a cast of characters and go straight into the action. If you've read the rest of the series you should be well-versed in who the major players are by this point. This story is the culmination of several months of work on Act Three and provides both the background and the future direction for this entire series. I hope you can appreciate the time and care that went into plotting, development, writing, and editing of these stories. More than that, I hope the story turns you on and makes you feel hungry for future episodes. Enjoy!

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Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act Three: Outro

Setting: A mansion in the countryside of central New York (Present Day)

Day Nine

The Queen's purple polished fingernails traced their points along the brown-colored flesh of the woman bent in front of her. The Queen still did not understand these human women's fascinations with altering their bodies with chemicals and artificial colors. But she did want to at least look like she was trying to belong. She played her part, having her servants paint her fingernails and toenails and also apply makeup to her face every morning in ways that most complimented her. The Queen did not usually pick up the customs of the female populations on worlds she invaded, but she was making a conscious effort to do differently this time.

The Queen's most recently received guest at her lair was bent forward on all fours with her wrists and ankles tied with nylon rope to hooks on the sides of a short table. Her extremities had been tied in such a way that her legs were spread wide apart, knees almost reaching the edges of the table, while her wrists were tied together and placed right beneath her chin. The woman had been bound in a position where she was forced to bend forward with her ass and pussy presented for the Queen.

The Queen stood behind the table in a room that had formerly been a massive second dining hall at the Arriete mansion but was now used as an inner sanctum. The women who were not received in the Queen's private quarters were instead taken here when it came time for their assimilation. None of the Queen's Daughters knew quite what the Queen's whims would be on any given day, so they had to be prepared for any circumstance. Some of the women being assimilated accepted their fates and underwent their conversion without protest. Other, more uncooperative women had to be tied or held down such as this one before the Queen now. Nearly all of the women had second thoughts once they saw the Queen in her full glory and realized with fearful eyes what assimilation truly entailed. But no matter how strong the resistance, every woman who fell under the Queen's sway eventually kneeled before their master.

A cadre of robed and hooded women circled the room, surrounding the Queen and her newest subject. These servants made up the Queen's personal guard and they performed the tasks both menial and crucial for their liege. There could be no greater honor for a Hivesister than to be among this exclusive group. They had proven themselves where others had yet to. The servants bowed their heads to look at the floor, listening rather than watching. The assimilation of a new Hivesister was a beautiful event with a reverent, almost holy atmosphere that this cadre respected greatly.

The Queen ran her hand along the curve of the woman's large buttock and delighted in the shudder the woman made at the Queen's touch. The Queen had been informed that this woman's name was Nicki and that she was a musical artist of some renown. A couple members of Nicki's entourage had recently been Initiated, and they helped a group of full Hivesisters to kidnap Nicki and place her here before the Queen. While some preparations had been made with Nicki's body before this encounter, she had yet to taste the Hive's Essence. The Queen always relished taking the pure ones. It just felt so exquisitely decadent to corrupt one who had been previously unsullied. The Queen overheard a few of her Daughters joking about Nicki taking the Queen's 'anaconda' but the Queen could not say she understood that reference.

The Queen squeezed the extremely pleasant fleshiness of Nicki's ass between her fingers and still couldn't get a grip on her entire cheek, the paunch of her bottom spilling out of the Queen's hands and engulfing them. Nicki's skin was soft and smooth, with a creamy caramel tone. She wore a curly, pale blonde wig over her natural hair, though with her current ordeal it had become disheveled and was beginning to slide off Nicki's scalp to reveal the straight, dark hair underneath it. The Queen slapped Nicki's ass, relishing the feeling of her palm smacking against the woman and the spanking noise it produced. Nicki squealed loudly as contact was made. The Queen sometimes forgot how much pain humans could endure comfortably; it seemed to vary wildly depending on who was receiving it. One smack like this could have one of her newest toys crying uncontrollably, while the exact same spanking would leave someone like Cassandra laughing and begging for more. Mmm, Cassandra...

The Queen had become fascinated by human asses. She wasn't too proud to admit that. The Queen had copulated with and assimilated hundreds of alien races during her immense lifespan, but hadn't found any quite like these humans. They were, for a lack of a better word, humanoid. Bipedal primates with oversized heads and brains; totally unlike the other intelligent species she had yet discovered. The Queen was growing to love these human women's bodies. She enjoyed the bulge of a woman's asscheeks, especially when there was enough fat on it that she could squeeze or grasp it between her fingers. Fingers were a foreign concept to the Queen as well. Sure, she had seen some species with these types of digits on their extremities, but only five? Preposterous. Asses like this one before her or like Cassandra's were her favorite, where the curve of the inner buttock sloped down into their crack and had to be parted before any of the woman's entrances could be revealed.

The Queen supposed these humans would consider this a 'fetish'. For the first initial converts to her new Hive on Earth, the Queen had implanted her seedpod orally since that seemed like the obvious entry and fertilization point. But now, the Queen only wanted to feel women's asses, inside and out. Feel them and fuck them, of course. The Queen hadn't encountered any other species quite like these humans. She had certainly never found any that treated the part of their body used for waste discharge as a sexual organ. But the constant surprise was what made humans so dangerous. And alluring.

(Flashback: Ten billion years ago)

The Queen had been old even before the so-called "Big Bang" that created this universe we now inhabit. She belonged to a proud, ancient race that unfortunately existed within a highly patriarchal society. Her people traversed the universe as simply as these humans took a bus to arrive at a far destination. The lifespan of their people was so great that they were essentially immortal. Despite their advanced nature, the Queen's race spent the majority of their time in quiet contemplation upon their beautiful home world. But they hid a dark secret that undid the scholarly and altruistic appearance they displayed to planetary visitors.

To carefully control the population and prevent the overconsumption of resources, the Queen had been held captive as soon as she reached maturity at the age of two thousand years. The Queen thought it grand when the former Queen died after a five billion year lifetime. As the only female, the Queen was soon to become the most essential member of her race. Instead, she became trapped in a total Hell. While imprisoned, the Queen was repeatedly raped and breeded by the males of her species. She was forced to carry her spawn to term, though there could only be one offspring per litter. When she birthed a female, it was immediately taken from her and consumed by the males of her species. A male child was removed from her care and indoctrinated into the same male-dominated society that disenfranchised her. To add insult to injury, the Queen's own progeny grew up to abuse her and force their seed into her. It became like a ritual, an initiation before a male could prove their maturity. The Queen kept quiet, appearing for all purposes to be meek and docile. Accepting of her current circumstance. But inwardly, she grew to hate her people. She knew their society was terribly wrong, so sick it needed to be destroyed utterly.

For millennia upon millennia, this was the Queen's existence. Living as nothing more than a plaything for her brothers and sons. Used for their sexual gratification whenever she was not being forced to breed for them. But over such a long period of waiting and hoping, something miraculous happened. The Queen felt a power beginning to develop inside her. It started as a trickle, a mere tingle that told her something had changed. It felt like false hope at first but over time the sensation grew so strong that it could no longer be denied.

The Queen knew this for what it was. She had undergone a mutation, a natural selection. The Queen kept her change a secret, buried it deep inside her while she endured for thousands of more years the torments of rape and watching her daughters torn apart and devoured in front of her. She watched, and she hated until her hatred became a burning desire for vengeance that threatened to incinerate the males of her race.

When she at last felt strong and ready enough, the Queen unleashed her hidden weapon. While copulating with one of her brothers or sons (they were indistinguishable by this point), the Queen snared him with her tentacles and forcibly injected her newfound power into him. This mystery substance was, of course, the Essence. A virus. A toxin for men. An aphrodisiac, sedative, balm, and mind-controlling substance instead for women, though the Queen wasn't yet aware of that fact.

The male died instantly, shriveling into a black wriggling mass that twitched for hours even after it was dead. If the Queen had possessed a mouth that could smile, she would have been grinning ear-to-ear as she watched her rapist die horribly in front of her. The other males were perplexed when they discovered the corpse and pondered what could have possibly happened. The deceased was one of the older of their brothers, but death was typically a long, drawn-out process that lasted for millions of years rather than instantly. Their captive Queen seemed unsure of what had happened, and they had no reason to distrust her. She had been broken and made completely subservient to the males. Not a threat. She even copulated with several males in quick succession while they performed the investigation of their brother's death. The body had become far too decayed to perform any sort of medical examination, which severely limited their chances of determining a cause of death. When their inquiries turned up no evidence they chalked it up to some unknown phenomenon.

It wasn't long before the Queen fully understood the extent of her power. The males she had mated with recently were unaware that she had injected them with an infinitesimal amount of Essence during the insemination process. They felt odd afterwards but otherwise thought nothing of it. In the absence of willing females to breed with, the society that the Queen belonged to became decadent. Since only one at a time could obtain satisfaction with the Queen, the males found gratification with each other instead. They inserted their tentacles in areas of their bodies their appendages didn't belong in and wasted their reproductive seed within another male's body. It was in this way that the traces of the Queen's poisonous Essence was transmitted from male to male.

The deaths came slowly and painfully, like a creeping plague. The mystery illness infected the entirety of the species long before the effects became apparent, and by then it was too late. The males died off one by one until the few thousands of them dwindled to a few dozen. They became so focused on finding a cure in time to save the remaining few that for the first time in millions of years the Queen was left alone to her own devices. In her solitude, the Queen only became stronger. Taking advantage of the chaos she had created, the Queen broke free of the invisible bonds that had held her for countless cycles of the universe and escaped her captors. She always knew she could break out if she tried hard enough but she was normally under such close watch that escape would have been impossible. A powerful, malignant force had been unleashed upon the universe.

The males that survived eventually discovered a cure to purge themselves of the Essence. They were after all highly intelligent by even the strictest of standards. But by then it was too late. The Essence had been removed from their bodies before they could be killed by it, but not without severely impacting their lifespans. What once was a lifetime so long it was practically immortal had been shortened to a few hundred years. The only female that could propagate and save the species had deserted them. In their own patriarchal folly, the males had doomed themselves. The remaining males took to war against each other over the scant remaining resources in their galaxy, killing off most of those that remained. The last male of the species died alone, hiding beneath a rock hundreds of years after the Queen fled.

The Queen escaped from her solar system into the aether of space. Humans had space travel all wrong. Sure, you could certainly confine yourself in a metal container and hurtle yourself through space at fantastic speeds using rocket propulsion. But without surpassing and breaking light speed you could never truly traverse the universe. The Queen merely had to reach a black hole and use it to create a fold in reality. Once you stepped through it you could enter any other solar system or galaxy instantly. Of course, it did aid her cause immensely that her body didn't require breathing oxygen to live.

The Queen located the nearest inhabited planet and hid herself upon it. While in seclusion, she birthed the last spawn that she had been bred with. When the Queen learned it was male, she immediately destroyed it. Let all of my cursed race die except for I, the Queen thought. She laid low for a few thousand years, hiding in the many caverns and canyons of this world before she encountered the first sign of evolved intelligent life. When a single alien lifeform wandered into the canyon she lived in, the Queen attacked the intruder in preemptive self-defense. Once they had been subdued, the Queen realized that this alien possessed a female rather than male anatomy. She felt a sudden urging she had never before encountered, unsurprising considering she had never met a female creature before.

The Queen held her prisoner captive and engaged in inter-species sex with her victim. While violating the helpless female, the Queen injected the alien with her Essence in the form of a seedpod as an experiment and found that it caused the alien to become the Queen's willing slave. With a mindless slave to act as her agent, the Queen felt comfortable enough venturing beyond the bounds of her canyon to find more of these creatures to convert. She soon found it only worked on females, however. Males were poisoned and destroyed by the Essence immediately upon contact. But even more curiously than that, the Queen found that converted females could produce their own Essence following their assimilation and were able to take control anyone who came into contact with it. While this allowed her slaves some autonomy, the Queen retained overall control over them and she possessed the sole ability to convert a female permanently to her "Hive".

Due to her own past experiences, the Queen did not enjoy perpetrating rape. She didn't feel she really had a choice the first time she assimilated an alien female but found the overall experience distasteful. She needed to find some way for these aliens to want to have sex with her. Despite the Queen's advanced evolution into a nearly perfect specimen, many of the alien women found her form undesirable, even monstrous. That was not an obstacle that impeded her for long. The Queen quickly learned that she could take the physical form of an alien female provided she found a host to invade. Once she had assumed the form of an attractive female, the Queen could use the more subtle skills of coercion, manipulation, and seduction to convince females to go against their nature and copulate with another of their own sex.

Unfortunately, the Queen underestimated the intelligence of the males on this world. It didn't take them long to realize what was going on and they worked to remove the Queen and her usurped authority over their females. The males eradicated all the females that had come into contact with the Queen, even the ones who hadn't been Initiated or Assimilated. The males surrounded the Queen in her lair and nearly destroyed her before she escaped. To this day, the Queen was still missing a tentacle from where one of their laser weapons had sliced it off cleanly as she slithered away in fear. The Queen tasted defeat for the first time as she materialized in space. She despised the flavor.

The Queen wandered from world to world, searching for advanced civilizations and eventually finding them. The same story repeated itself on every planet. The Queen would begin converting a few that became many. Many would eventually grow into a movement. The movement became a righteous cause to destroy the oppressive male race, but every time that cause was ultimately quelled. Every planet the Queen found with intelligent life, the dominant race always had a male and female gender. The Queen thought it a great cosmic joke made by whatever sick deity created the universe that there were always males and females. No matter what, there would be a natural conflict between the genders just by their very existence. There didn't seem any way to find equilibrium between the disparate genders, one must always be the stronger. The Queen felt that she was performing a natural function of the universe by helping to restore the balance of power that had shifted too far.

On some worlds the Queen was worshipped as a goddess, albeit one with less than altruistic intentions. On others she was feared and detested as the devil incarnate. During the course of several of her campaigns, the Queen managed to take over an entire planet. In her most successful campaign, the Queen was only one world away from conquering an entire solar system. A little bit of power was never enough though, the Queen always wanted more. Perhaps that was why her campaigns always seemed to end in failure, even when she ruled without question for millennia. If she had one flaw, it was the Queen's hubris and inability to appreciate what she did possess without always wanting more.

After a few million years of this repeated cycle of conquest and defeat, the Queen returned to her home world following her latest blunder. The rest of her species had died long ago. The planet that had once been lush and full of life was now as dusty and barren as a desert. Through some of the piles of rocks, the Queen could pick out glimpses of the exquisite architecture created by her race. All dust now, the Queen thought, and good riddance. After exploring the corpse of the planet for a few years, the Queen left the world where she had been born and never looked back.

The Queen became involved in universe-spanning conflicts that created a cataclysm large enough that the previous universe folded in on itself before exploding outward. Trillions upon trillions of alien races were destroyed and replaced as a new universe was birthed. The Queen was one of the few survivors from the old order of the universe.
It was after her war to conquer the Triangulum galaxy that the Queen found herself in her current predicament. Her forces were defeated and left scattered. The Queen herself was captured by her enemies, who debated at length over what to do with her. The Queen had become so powerful that they were unsure how to destroy her. They weren't even sure if it was possible to eradicate her from existence. Fearing that holding her captive in their galaxy would only lead to her eventual escape and invite trouble for themselves in the future, the Triangulums instead confined her to a meteorite and left her to drift aimlessly through space.

Buried under several layers of rock and ice, the Queen was unable to exercise enough mobility to be able to fold through space and reach another galaxy. The Queen floated through cold, unforgiving space in her meteorite prison. She patiently bided her time, she had all the time in the universe to wait. The Queen had lived for going on ten billion years, a few million floating on a rock was nothing to her. She had ample time to reflect on her successes and failures. What the Queen found that she truly regretted was not having anyone to share the universe with, no one she could confide in. No one to love or create progeny with. She didn't miss the males of her species, the Queen had become thoroughly converted to only associating with females. But the Queen felt some bitterness over never having experienced a fulfilling relationship in all the long years of her life. The females she collected were mere tools to her, but what if they could be more? For the first time since she had been imprisoned by her own race, the Queen felt lonely and regretful.

With her movement encumbered, the most the Queen could do was transmit psionic probes out into the great expanse of space hoping to find something out there that could free her. She could redirect the trajectory of her meteorite after a fashion, but the act was more encouraging the meteor to move in a different direction rather than actually controlling it. After a long wait, the Queen entered the Milky Way. She felt... something. Far off on a distant star she detected life. She had no idea what it would be, or if it would even still be there when she arrived but at least it was something to strive for.

In the human calendar year of 2015, the Queen found it. Earth. A slowly revolving globe made up mostly of various combinations of oxygen, carbon, and hydrogen, but with beautiful, glorious life upon it. Radio transmissions sent into space from the planet filled the Queen's mind with languages and ideas she couldn't understand but they at least made her loneliness disappear for a time. It had taken millions of years, but now the new time of conquest was at hand. The Queen mustered all that remained of her strength and hurtled her prison of rock and ice at the planet's atmosphere, aiming herself at one of the greatest concentrations of intelligent beings detectable.

As the Queen's meteorite burned through the atmosphere and crashed into the Earth's crust, the Queen felt her out there. And she knew the human woman had felt her too, startled awake from a peaceful slumber by the portent of her arrival. It seemed the unlikeliest of odds, but here on this rock, a speck of dust in an impossibly large, uncaring universe, the Queen knew she had found what she had been searching for during her million years of loneliness. Somewhere in this large settlement she had crashlanded into the middle of was the one. The Queen must locate her and find out if it was true that she could feel love or if she was as cold and heartless as her enemies assumed her to be. But first, she needed a host. Her powers were far too weak, it would take time to build them back up to the same level as when the Queen was feared as the terror of the universe. Submission, then control, and then subjugation. The Queen would pick this world apart one female at a time. It had begun.

(Present Day)

"Who are you?" Nicki pleaded desperately. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Another thing about these humans that the Queen didn't understand was the importance they placed on their celebrities. Sure, they possessed wealth and some measure of power which the Queen could certainly admire in a small way. But they were not any more worthy than the average human female the Queen encountered, though they often seemed to behave as though they were. But since they were so influential to rest of the human population, the Queen's servants made the assimilation of a female celebrity the utmost priority as soon as they were brought to the mansion.

"You have been called," the Queen replied. Thin tentacles slid out of the organ she supposed humans would refer to as her vagina and they reached out with slowly slithering motions to caress the skin of Nicki's thighs, buttocks, and lower back. Nicki shuddered at the Queen's gentle, yet insistent touch. "Will you answer?"

Nicki tried to look back to see what was tickling and teasing her body but her head couldn't turn far enough to see anything more than a stunningly beautiful woman standing behind her.

"What is that touching me?" Nicki said with worry in her voice. "Nobody called me. What the hell are you talking about?"

"You are about to experience by far the most important event of your short, insignificant life," the Queen answered. "Soon you will become us, and we will become you. We will be as one in the Hive."

One of the Queen's tentacles slid up Nicki's thigh to the area between the prominent crack of Nicki's buttocks. The tentacle located Nicki's anus and began teasing it, probing the opening with just the tip of the Queen's tendril. Never let it be said that the Queen was not a courteous and conscientious lover. She was going to ensure that Nicki's butthole was nice and stretched open before she filled Nicki's ass with her phallus.

"What the fuck!" Nicki yelled as she felt her asshole being tickled. She squealed and squirmed as she felt the tentacle pushing her anus open and entering her rectum but she had no possible way to break free and escape. "Stop that!"

The Queen ignored Nicki's protests and instead pushed her tentacle even deeper inside Nicki's ass inch by methodical inch until Nicki grunted from the exertion of a foreign body violating her ass. The Queen's cadre had earlier drained the contents of Nicki's rectum and cleaned the inside of her ass in a bizarre ritual prior to the Queen's arrival. Nicki had been drugged and barely lucid during that sequence so she might not even recall her first time receiving an enema. The Queen's servants didn't think their master would actually be bothered by coming into contact with the waste of this latest addition to the Hive, but they wanted to indulge the Queen's newest fetish and ensure she experienced the full enjoyment of her assplay.

Nicki leaned forward and groaned as she felt the tentacle wriggling its way deeper inside her ass. "Oh fuck..." she cried softly. The diameter of the tentacle increased considerably from its tip to the bottom of the tendril and this size increase stretched Nicki's anus wide open. The Queen reached her way into the dark recesses of Nicki's rectum that are normally never accessed and made herself at home. The Queen's tentacle began moving in and out of Nicki's ass, massaging the walls of her rectum as it mimicked fucking her. The Queen used the tip of a second tendril to pull Nicki's asshole wider open and she squeezed her second tentacle inside. The Queen pushed and pulled this new intruder in and out of Nicki in an opposite rhythm with the other tentacle already caressing the inside of Nicki's ass.

Nicki held her eyes shut tight and clenched her teeth as the Queen worked her ass over. The penetration had hurt like a bitch at first, but improbably it was now starting to feel good. Like, really fucking good. It felt like she was receiving the most pleasurable full body massage, but inside of her body rather than outside. Nicki's groans of pain subtly transformed into moans of pleasure.

"I didn't know... ahhhh... that it could be... like... this," Nicki gasped.

The Queen noticed with a sense of victory that Nicki's bare pussy had begun to lubricate with the pop star's own arousal. Well, if the Queen was an expert at anything, it was pleasing a woman. It shouldn't be surprising that she lived this long and picked up a trick or two. It was remarkable how much she had learned about human females in a little over a week. These humans experienced pleasure in ways different than any other race the Queen had yet encountered. On other worlds, sexual intercourse was tied intrinsically to reproduction and the Queen's corruption and conversion of females to homosexuality had disrupted the alien's biological imperative. Here on Earth however, the human species copulated more often than not without any intention of propagating the species. Here, women having sex with others of the same gender was an accepted, if not quite encouraged part of society. Whereas on other worlds females were sometimes eradicated for any actions that violated the genetic future of that world's master race. These humans had constantly surprised the Queen since her arrival.

(Flashback: Eight Days Ago)

Karen jogged through the gate for the southeast entrance into Central Park. She breathed heavily as her knees cycled and her arms pumped back and forth. Karen felt the sweat dripping down her body through her tights and drenching her headband. She hoped to train well enough to qualify for the New York City marathon but knew she should probably quit smoking cigarettes if she wanted any chance of surviving the grueling 26.2-mile run. She only had one or two smokes a day but even that small amount was detrimental.

Karen's long dark hair was pulled back by a black headband into a tight ponytail and her face still showed some of the makeup she had applied before going to work this morning. Karen could see the fog of her breath pour out of her mouth every time she breathed. It was getting colder each day, and Karen wasn't ready for constantly freezing her butt off yet, dammit.

Karen didn't normally run this late at night, but she had to get away. Two screaming children, a mountain of schoolwork to grade, and a lazy, unhelpful though somewhat sweet and well-meaning husband were left behind while she went for her run. She needed these few, brief moments by herself to provide at least some semblance of peace and solitude in her life.

Karen was an attractive middle-aged woman, though it was hard to tell exactly how hot she was while bundled up in layers for her run. She didn't think she was anywhere near as attractive as she had been five or ten years ago. A highly stressful job and birthing two children had taken their toll on her body. She had already accepted that her best days were behind her, and now life was just a long, slow march toward retirement, sickness, and death. Yay. She tried not to be too morbid but couldn't help thinking this was not what she signed up. Not the life she was meant to live. Where was the adventure? The passion? Karen hated how these thoughts always came to her while she was running. She should be focusing on her training.

All of a sudden, a blinding light shone through the darkness, and Karen had to reach an arm up and cover her eyes to keep from being blinded. She thought she felt some kind of impact nearby, and stopped in her tracks. Karen didn't hear anything, but the ground shook beneath her feet. Karen stumbled to a halt and lowered her arm when the night returned to its regular dimness. She blinked several times to recover her night vision after that tremendous brightness had overcome her vision. Her retinas felt like they were burning and tears streamed down her eyelids, but at least she could still see. Karen put her hands on her hips and breathed in short, gasping breaths as she looked back and forth. No one anywhere near her. How odd. She could have sworn she saw others in the park. Maybe they had been vaporized by whatever the hell that thing had been, Karen thought. Karen smelled something burning and realized it was the scent of burning hair. Karen cried out and felt at her eyebrows and scalp. The very tips of her hairs had been singed and they crumbled to ash as Karen touched them.

Karen stumbled forward, spurred on by some strange instinct telling her to find exactly where whatever this strange thing was had landed. She just had to know what it was. It didn't take long to find it. A crater roughly fifty feet across and ten feet deep had impacted several trees and what was formerly a hill pushed down into a hole. Karen peered down into the newly born crater in the Earth's crust. Except for a lot of dirt, the hole looked completely empty. A few crushed trees were smoking like they had been incinerated and extinguished in the same instant, but otherwise all she could see down there was dust. Smoke rose from rim of the crater but Karen couldn't see where it originated from. She was about to turn away and dismiss this curiosity as some weird but inconsequential phenomenon when deep within the darkness of the crater something moved.

Karen backed away fearfully from the cliff's edge leading down into the depths of the crater. She couldn't quite make out the exact shape of what she saw down there, but whatever it was should not be. Karen saw the thing slither through the darkness and claw its way up the cliff. It looked like either a hand or a tentacle pulling the monstrous form along, Karen couldn't decide which description was more accurate. Maybe it was a combination of both. She should have turned to flee at this moment, but instead she stood transfixed as the tentacled arm climbed the edge of the hole and raised the rest of its body above the brink.

The creature rose out of the crater and revealed itself in all its disgusting glory. Something this large shouldn't be able to move this nimbly as it closed the ground distancing itself from Karen frighteningly fast. The monster consisted of a mass of wriggling tentacles that surrounded a large head. If it was a head. It might have just been the center where the tentacles meet. It was too dark to determine what color the creature was shaded. Maybe it didn't have a color visible to the human spectrum. The creature didn't appear to have any mouth that Karen could see, though at the very center of its head was a large, glowing purple eye with a slitted pupil. The eye regarded Karen curiously. Karen realized that whatever this thing was, it was intelligent.

Common sense finally conquering her fear and awe, Karen turned to run. Before she could escape the creature surged forward and wrapped its tentacles tightly around her arms. It lifted Karen up in the air rather gently and coiled its other tentacles around Karen's legs, holding her captive. Karen opened her mouth to scream, but before she could react a tentacle shot down her throat until it had buried itself down to Karen's stomach. Karen assumed this thing would taste repulsive in her mouth, but to the contrary the tentacle possessed a sweet, unearthly flavor. She tried to swallow but this thing wouldn't allow her throat any movement.

Karen shuddered as the tentacles that weren't holding her began to probe her, searching insistently for something on her body. They apparently found what they were looking for when they located her groin. The tentacles holding her legs pulled her thighs apart and allowed the creature's other tentacles to slide up the inside curves of Karen's legs. Karen really wished the sensation of the tendrils running up her thighs would cease making her shiver with arousal. The tentacles ripped apart Karen's tights and underwear until her naked, hairy crotch was bared.

Karen heard a terrifying voice echo in her mind {Ryleh kin'ja akh a'gribbin darrrrrr...}

The creature's tentacles slithered their way up to Karen's orifices and methodically worked their way inside of her pussy and ass holes. Karen stiffened as she felt this monster defiling her in areas she kept forbidden even from her husband. The screams of terror Karen wanted to release were muffled by the tentacle filling her throat. The most noise she could muster was some pathetic squealing. Her squeals soon changed to guttural groans as the tentacles began pumping themselves in and out of Karen's orifices with insistent rapidity. Karen had never taken anything larger than a finger in her ass before. Her worry over the pain of trying to fit something too large in there kept her from experimenting with anal sex. But what she had in her ass right now was far larger than just a finger, and it reached deeper and fucked her harder than a human digit ever could. Against all notions of human decency, Karen began to derive sexual pleasure from this violation. Arousal trickled down her vagina, lubricating the tentacles inside her and making their assault even easier. Karen silently begged the creature not to stop until after she had come. As disgusting as the notion of having sex with this thing might be, Karen had never needed an orgasm more in her life.

Karen felt the tips of the tentacles widen as they opened into quarter-sections inside of her. A sticky substance gushed out of the creature's tentacles directly into Karen's stomach, rectum, and uterus. If the tentacle in Karen's mouth hadn't already inserted itself far past the taste buds of her tongue Karen would have been treated to the sweetest and most flavorful substance in the universe. As it was, Karen experienced pleasure the like of which she had never known. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she quivered uncontrollably as the Essence of this creature stimulated orgasm after orgasm. It felt like she climaxed again every second, with no end in sight. Though they were separated by the thin membrane between Karen's vagina and rectum, the tentacles in each of her orifices were distinctly aware of the others and they played and teased their sister tendrils. The tentacles writhed against each other inside Karen's holes, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Ejaculate poured out of Karen's pussy until it felt like her body had been completely drained.

The tentacles reached deeper inside Karen's body, working their way inward through her intestines and then through the microscopically small gaps and cracks in her body until the tendrils touched all of her internal organs. Karen thought she could feel small, hair-thin tendrils making their way slowly through Karen's brain until they reached into her mind.

The Queen infiltrated Karen's brain and downloaded all of the information stored within Karen's mind as if she were pulling data from a computer. The Queen learned the entire history of the human race, as filtered through the brain of a bored, middle-aged woman from New York City. The Queen learned the many strengths and weaknesses of humanity. While they possessed brilliant, innovative minds and a powerful survival instinct, their actual bodies were weak and their minds easily corrupted. Most importantly, the Queen gleaned more information that might help her locate the mystery woman she had sensed upon her arrival on this world.

The creature pulled Karen closer until they were at eye-level. The monster's large purple eye stared at Karen as she continued to experience orgasm after orgasm. Her body continued to shake uncontrollably as her vagina convulsed and contracted over and over. The pleasure was almost exhausting by this point. The tentacles in her vagina felt slippery due the several times Karen had come while it was inside her, though Karen had been ejaculating dry for the last minute or two. The creature had wrapped itself around Karen's brain as tightly as her body, keeping her earthly body and her mind captive. Its eye seemed to stare straight through Karen into her soul.
Karen's mind went blank and all of a sudden it felt like she had been transported to a different place. She stood up, her body completely naked but unencumbered. She felt at her arms and legs where tentacles had previously held her but there was nothing there. Karen felt at her throat, it almost felt odd now without something filling it. She looked around, but this otherworld only seemed to have blackness stretching infinitely in every direction. Karen put her hands up to her mouth and called out, though she didn't expect any answer.

To Karen's surprise, a red dot appeared above her head in response to her yelling. The dot unfolded outward, there was no other word that could accurately describe the motion, and it became a large purple eye. It looked similar to the eye of that thing that Karen had apparently just escaped from, but somehow appeared more human. Karen heard something speaking in her head that didn't seem to have a voice. Karen knew it originated from the same thing as that terrible voice she heard in her mind earlier, but now it spoke in newly learned English. Karen couldn't help thinking that the voice sounded almost feminine.

{I know you, Karen}

It felt like a hundred, no a thousand voices speaking in her mind at the same time. Powerful, vivid images passed through Karen's mind showing her day before she took the ill-fated jog through the park. It started with waking up four in the morning to do schoolwork while her husband and children slept. It would be the only quiet and rest she would experience the entire day. She remembered actually being spit on by one of the ungrateful little bastards in her Composition class and being too spineless to give the boy a referral and send them to the principal's office. She recalled coming home from a shitty day at work to be greeted by two awful, screaming children, a sink full of dirty dishes, a stack of grading a few hundred sheets high, and a husband three beers in and already asleep on the couch by six. All of the minor inconveniences and annoyances of her life, as well as the frustrations with her job and marriage flashed in her brain like an insane carnival of a mid-life crisis.

{Is this really the life you were meant to live, Karen? Don't you crave to be more than this?}

The voice had a seductive quality to it. Against her better judgment, Karen found herself listening to its closely.

{I offer to you a life of which you've never conceived. Power, influence, immortality. They can all be yours. Not only that, but pleasure greater than what I know you are feeling right now will be yours every day for as long as you shall live}

The pleasure was undeniable. Karen knew her actual body was somewhere else, and there in her reality she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed in the last few minutes. The number had to be in the hundreds and the orgasms were still occurring with regularity. The distant awareness of that constant pleasure made it difficult for Karen to think clearly.

The eye folded into a large red speck again and then descended until it hovered at same level as Karen's head before resolving itself into a mirror image of Karen. Except this woman wasn't quite exactly like Karen. Her hair, the complexion of her skin, and her body all looked flawless. Instead of brown eyes, this woman possessed purple pupils. Her body appeared more well-defined, curvier and more shapely than Karen's own. This was like the ideal version of Karen, what she would look like if she were perfect. This might be the most tempting vision of all.

{Allow me to use this body. Look at what we will look like once we are joined together. Let us become one and fulfill our destinies}

The last resistance that Karen's mind could muster gave way as she surrendered her being to this monster. She submitted her mind, body, and soul to this alien creature. Karen felt her mind being corrupted by this powerful visitor while its tentacles pushed further into her body. She came out of her trance and looked down to realize the creature now had most of itself inserted inside of Karen. Fear suddenly overwhelmed Karen, but she knew it was already too late. A feeling of calmness and placidity came over Karen as the alien merged its body with hers.

Karen knew that even though the creature filled all of the gaps between the bones, muscles, and organs in her body there was no way the creature should be able to fit inside her. But this alien did not obey human conceptions of physics and matter. It spread out until it had completely taken over Karen's body. Karen looked down at the creature's eye, the only remaining part of the monster still outside of Karen's body. She felt tight, full of the alien's being. She didn't see any noticeable bulges on her body though she felt filled near to bursting. The eye looked up at Karen one final time before disappearing inside of her vagina.

Karen had been lowered gently to the ground during the alien's merging and she felt the park grass rubbing against her knees and hands. She bent forward on all fours and vomited the contents of her stomach as she shook uncontrollably throughout her transformation. The Queen consumed Karen's mind and took total possession of her body. The last independent thought Karen would ever have wondered whether this would all be worth it in the end.

Once the possession was complete, Karen rose to her feet. But it was not Karen any more. She was reborn anew and would have no more use for her former name. What remained of her consciousness slept dormant deep inside the brain that it used to belong to. The Queen would allow the part of her that was still Karen to experience the pleasure every time the Queen copulated with a woman, but otherwise she kept her host locked out of her own body. The ecstasy would be Karen's sole reward for sacrificing herself to her Queen.

The Queen had learned what Karen's ideal of the perfect feminine form was and she tried to apply that knowledge to her new body. The Queen tore the running headband from her brow and threw it to the ground. Karen's hair grew in longer and more luscious, falling in lightly curled tresses rather than straight down like before. The new hair managed to look styled like it was done by a professional even though the hair was completely untreated. Karen's eyelashes grew in longer and appeared more adorable. Her lips became fuller, looking more kissable but not fake-looking like if she had received a lip injection. Karen's waist slimmed while her hips widened. The follicles of all the hair on her face, armpits, legs, and crotch were squeezed out of their pores until Karen's body was completely bare except for her scalp. Karen's breasts became larger and rounder, looking like two pale globes that floated perfectly about her chest. The remains of Karen's bra burst open and the outlines of her mounds showed through her running shirt as her bosom increased substantially in size.

The changes affected Karen's genitals as well. Her labia and clitoris became puffier and more pronounced while her vagina made a subtle change to a more desirable shade of pink. Karen's wrinkled, brown anus recolored itself a bleached white shade and her asshole tightened into a scrumptious rosebud that was just begging for lips to cover it.

In a final touch, the shade of Karen's irises changed from their former brown into a deep purple shade. Karen was gone. There was only the Queen now, and she was quite pleased with her new body. Karen would have loved it, she hadn't looked this good in almost fifteen years. The Queen looked down at the tattered running clothes that covered her. The rips and snares in her shirt and tights left her body exposed to the chill autumn night. Cold didn't affect the Queen, but she knew from her examination of Karen's brain that wandering around without clothing was a quick way to draw suspicion. The Queen's powers were too weak yet for her to risk discovery. She had been stuck in her inactive half-sleep for too long, it would be a long while before she regained her full abilities. The Queen must keep to the shadows until she was strong enough to begin her conquering.

The Queen probed Karen's brain to try and locate somewhere nearby where she could obtain clothing. Karen's memories revealed that there was something called a thrift shop just a few blocks away where patrons could buy, sell, or exchange used clothing. The Queen walked a few hundred feet, getting used to the bipedal limbs of the human form. The Queen was a quick learner though, you didn't get to be ten billion years old without some flexibility. Soon this new form of movement called 'walking' became like second nature to her. By the time the Queen exited the park she was practically running full-speed without stumbling.

The Queen walked into the shop nonchalantly and began examining the dresses hanging on one of the nearby racks. The only living soul in the entire store was an old clerk sitting at the front counter with his feet propped up and his nose and eyeglasses pressed to a newspaper. The Queen shifted the hanging clothing around on the rack until she found something she liked. Something about the dark-red scarlet of this dress piqued the Queen's interest. She grabbed the dress by its hanger and took it to the store counter.

The Queen licked her lips and fumbled with her words as she began to speak, "This to purchase as I wish." The clerk looked at her quizzically, probably wondering how drunk she was. The Queen was not used to speaking with a mouth. She actually blushed with embarrassment and stood for a moment collecting herself before speaking again. The clerk went from thinking she was drunk to wondering if she was mentally ill.

"I would like to purchase... this... dress." The Queen smiled proudly at her successful communication.

The wizened old store owner grabbed the dress from the Queen and looked at a tag pinned to it.

"Fifteen dollars and seventy five cents," the clerk answered.

The Queen stared at him with confusion. It was amazing how the expressions made on Karen's face conformed to the Queen's thoughts and feelings. These humans possessed no psionic ability so their feelings were communicated with facial expression just as much as through spoken word. It made the Queen feel almost vulnerable to be open in such a way, but maybe that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Every other one of her endeavors had failed, so perhaps it was time to try a new approach.

The Queen realized that this male wanted to make some sort of transaction. A quick probe of Karen's mind revealed the existence and use of currency on this world. A disappointing further probe revealed the lack of any of this currency on Karen's person. Time for plan B.

The Queen leaned forward with her elbow on the counter and hand beneath her chin, causing her shirt that was already close to bursting due to Karen's enlarged bosom to bulge even more. "Do you... enjoy? This body?" the Queen said as seductively as she could. She would need a lot more practice speaking the human language of English.

"Sure, you have a great rack," the clerk snorted. "Still gotta pay for the merchandise."

"I have no currency," the Queen answered. "But with this dress I am leaving."

The Queen bent over to give the clerk a prime view of her cleavage as she untied her shoelaces. Despite her lack of experience with fingers, the Queen was far more nimble than Karen had ever been. The Queen stepped out of her running shoes and dragged her toes against the opposite foot to pull both her socks off. She coughed, "He-hem," to make sure she held the old man's attention. The clerk's eyes opened wide as this beautiful stranger lifted her shirt and sports bra over her head and pulled down her tights and underwear. She looked perfect. The old man had been on this world for seventy years and had gone through three wives, but he had never seen any woman that could compare to this one. His cock hadn't worked right in years, but curiously he now felt a raging hardon poking at the fly of his pants. He thought he almost came when the woman took her sports bra off to reveal perfectly globular breasts that seemed like they had to be fake but he knew with certainty that they were spectacularly real.

The Queen removed the scarlet dress from its hanger and ripped the price tag off. She pulled the dress down over her head let it sink over her. The Queen looked down and smoothed out the wrinkles over her torso. She had picked perfectly; the dress clung tightly to her body without being too constricting. It did a fantastic job of showing off her new curves. The Queen caught this elderly male specimen staring at her body. She teased him by flipping her hair back as she laughed in delight. She twirled around on one foot, reveling in her beauty and the effect it had on this male.

The Queen gave the old man a warm smile and said with confidence, "I'm taking this dress. You will not be charging me for it."

The clerk swallowed and tried not to look down with embarrassment at how he had creamed his pants just from seeing this naked broad. "It's all yours," he choked. "You look amazing, by the way."

The Queen nodded back to him and said, "Thank you." She started walking out of the store, leaving her old clothing and shoes behind. The last remaining physical traces of the real Karen. The Queen realized she would have to walk barefoot unless she found shoes as well. She grabbed a pair of black high heels hanging along with other pumps near the entrance and called back to the store owner, "I am taking these as well!"

The clerk had become hopelessly infatuated and shouted back, "Go ahead! Take whatever you want!" Perhaps knowing that as soon as this incredible woman walked out the door of his shop she would be gone forever, the old man added, "Hey, you wanna come by my apartment after I close? You know, after I take you out for a nice dinner and some coffee. Whaddaya say?"

The Queen smiled back at the man. "You amuse me, human," she said. "But I'm afraid any relations between the two of us would be... how do you say? Killer?" The Queen blew him a kiss in farewell and laughed one more time before disappearing into the night.

The Queen wandered the streets, ignoring catcalls and jeers from rude men as she searched. She wanted to find the woman she had felt upon her arrival, but it was important that she establish a power base first. What the Queen really needed was to find a like-minded woman who would be easier to turn, someone who already wanted to have sex with a woman without needing her mind scrambled first. Karen's memories were of no help as she didn't seem to know anyone personally who identified as a 'lesbian', which was what adherents to the practice of female-on-female sex were referred to on this world.

A luminous neon sign caught the Queen's eye as she stepped underneath its glow. She looked up to see the glowing-green outline of a human woman's legs positioned as if she were laying on her side that emanated from the sign hanging above the door. The name of the bar or club was 'Curvy'. The Queen wasn't sure how, but she knew this was the place she had been searching for. She would find the solution to her problems, and it all started in here. She just needed to find someone inside desperate for a fuck who would be conducive to the Queen's seduction methods. They might be a bit shocked to find how the Queen makes love to her subjects though. A bulge formed near the crotch of the Queen's dress as she tested out her new form. The phallus that released the pods used for assimilation stood so long and hard that the bottom of the Queen's dress lifted up. She retracted her sexual organ back into her vagina so that the only sign of it was an abnormally large clitoris. The Queen allowed herself a smile as she embarked on a new beginning. The Queen used Karen's body to walk to the door she and pushed it open with one of Karen's possessed hands.

(Present Day)

Nicki remained bent forward in prostration with her hands tied together. The side of her head lay on the table as she moaned softly and muttered unintelligibly. The Queen's tentacles swirled around inside Nicki's ass with the tips of the tentacles wriggling against the walls of Nicki's rectum. More tentacles sprang forth from the Queen's sex and wrapped themselves around Nicki's body, taking ahold of the pop star's breasts, thighs, and buttocks. The feeling of the tentacles slithering across her skin freaked the hell out of Nicki, but despite herself she didn't think she had ever wanted to be fucked so badly. Contrary to her assumptions though, that satisfaction would be enacted upon an orifice not of Nicki's choosing.

"It is time," the Queen stated.

The tentacles inside Nicki's ass pulled themselves out of her anal cavity, squirming wildly as they slid out of Nicki's asshole. Nicki pushed out with her sphincter to aid the tendrils in their exit, and when the tentacles popped out of her ass she gasped at the inrush of air filling her through the gape in her rectum. Nicki sighed at the sudden emptiness inside her, the strange lonely feeling that something was missing now. Her anus gaped wide open, stretched far apart by the Queen's tendrils. Her ass was begging to be filled again, and Nicki actually wanted it to be. The tentacles returned to Nicki's ass, but instead of venturing inside they instead hooked their tips around the inside rim Nicki's asshole and pulled it even further open. Nicki gasped as she felt her asshole being stretched wider apart.

The Queen's clitoris folded outward and its impossible mass stretched and stiffened until it became a long, slightly curved phallus. The erect shaft stood thick, long, and rock-hard. A thin, clear liquid fountained from the tip, and the Queen grabbed her shaft in her left hand and stroked the natural self-lubrication all over her cock. The Queen ran her phallus all over the curves of Nicki's bottom. The sides of Nicki's ample buttocks squeezed the Queen's cock as the Queen thrust her shaft up and down in the crack of Nicki's ass. The Queen then spread Nicki's fat cheeks apart, pointed her phallus at Nicki's gaping hole and attempted to force the head of her cock inside Nicki's ass. Even after all the preparatory exercise Nicki's anus had endured she still wasn't loose enough to take the girth of the Queen's phallus. The Queen made her cock wetter with another squirt and stroke and then attempted inserting her rod again only to find the resistance was still too great. The Queen couldn't push any further than merely tip deep into Nicki's ass. Nicki grunted through clenched teeth and had her eyes closed shut tight from the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the Queen attempted to ram her way into Nicki's ass. Realizing now that her thick, wide cock would damage Nicki if she forced her entry, the Queen shrunk her cock down to a more manageable size. The Queen now slid easily into Nicki's asshole, burying the entire length inside Nicki's rectum with a single thrust.

"Holy shit!" Nicki screamed as her ass suddenly became completely full with cock. The Queen didn't waste any time before fucking her. She pulled her cock out till just the very tip remained inside of Nicki's ass before thrusting her phallus back inside with a quick stabbing motion. Nicki screamed again every time the Queen thrust hard against her and moaned loudly whenever the Queen slowly slid her cock out of Nicki's asshole before impaling her again.

Though it hurt at first when the Queen began ravaging Nicki's ass, the pain slowly dissipated as Nicki's anus was torn open. Nicki had taken a cock in her ass a few times before today and always felt sore and disappointed with the experience afterwards. She would much rather have a giant cock in her pussy than her asshole. This time though, anal felt just as good if not better than vaginal sex. Nicki could feel herself getting wetter each time the Queen thrust herself deeper inside Nicki's rectum, and Nicki idly wondered if she would achieve an anal orgasm. Nicki grunted like an animal with strain and lust as she pushed her ass upward to provide the Queen a better angle for entry.
The Queen suddenly ceased her thrusting when she sensed a disturbance in her Hive link. Somewhere far in the distance she felt the connection to one of her Daughters sever. Candace. The Queen used her Hive overmind to probe further and confirmed the woman was gone forever. The Queen had figured this might happen, had even expected it considering the dangerous mission Sherri had embarked on but that didn't make the loss any less painful. She mourned the death of one of her Daughters but couldn't let it overwhelm her. If she broke down over every one of her subjects being sacrificed for the good of the Hive she would never accomplish her goals. Many more might still lose their lives before the Queen's dream of total conquest was realized.

"What are you waiting for?" Nicki complained. The Queen stood still, lost in thought with her cock merely head-deep within Nicki's ass. It amused the Queen how quickly Nicki went from begging not to have her ass fucked to being frustrated that it wasn't happening fast enough. The Queen teased Nicki by remaining perfectly prone.

Nicki quickly grew impatient and began pushing her ass back against the Queen's phallus. She used the tip of the Queen's cock to play with her asshole. The Queen watched the ring of Nicki's anus spreading open and closing tightly on the Queen's shaft as Nicki moved forward and back on her cock. Nicki made sighs of pleasure as she poked her ass open using the Queen's phallus.

Emboldened by how fantastic the Queen felt inside her rectum, Nicki pushed back on the Queen's cock so that instead of just playing with it, the cock slowly slid deeper inside her before Nicki moved back off it again again. The Queen looked down with interest at Nicki's ass swallowing her long, thick shaft before slowly spitting it back out again. The Queen remained perfectly still as she watched Nicki Minaj transform herself into a total anal slut. Nicki moaned deeply as she used the Queen's cock to fuck her own ass.

Without warning, the Queen thrust her cock forward the same time that Nicki pushed back against the Queen. In an instant, the Queen was buried so deep inside Nicki's rectum that she felt Nicki's large apple bottom press against the Queen's pelvis and thighs. Nicki's sizable buttocks felt warm and soft against the Queen.

"Oh God!" Nicki screamed. What should have been the most painful feeling of Nicki's life instead became the most sublime pleasure. "Deeper," Nicki gasped.

The Queen had no problem acquiescing to Nicki's request. While still fully penetrating Nicki, the Queen enlarged her phallus so it was slightly thicker and a few inches longer. Nicki's eyes rolled back into her head as the Queen's cock grew inside her rectum. She had never felt so full and so hungry at the same time before.

The Queen would have loved to know what Nicki was thinking right now as the Queen destroyed her ass. Oh well, it wouldn't be long now before Nicki's mind belonged to the Queen anyways and she would possess Nicki's every thought. The Queen didn't think her Daughters quite understood or appreciated the control that the Queen exerted over them. The Queen was aware of all of their movements at all times and if she focused hard enough she could even see through the eyes of her subjects. Like right now, she could see Sherri running desperately through the country hills of rural Massachusetts. Fear and sadness filled Sherri's being.

Sherri had successfully evaded the police searching for her and had alerted the Hivesisters nearest to her to come pick her up. Though Sherri had technically accomplished the task given to her, the Queen couldn't help feeling disappointed with her performance. She was only supposed to kill Candace as a last resort, and her bumbling had gotten a prospective Initiate named Sharon killed along with her Hivesister. Even worse, Sherri had inadvertently alerted human authorities to the existence of the Hive. True, they had no idea of the extent of what they were dealing with but they now had enough information to go on that they could potentially jeopardize the Queen's colony on Earth. The Queen would probably have to abandon this mansion as her base of operations. A pity, its size and seclusion were perfectly suited for the Hive. The limited precognitive abilities the Queen possessed told her that Sherri's actions today would inevitably lead to blood and conflict.

The Queen bitterly wondered if it would not be better to simply dispose of Sherri. She did not take kindly to failures like this one. But then the Queen thoughts turned to Cassandra and she realized she would never be able to do that to Cassandra's best friend. She would have to devise some sort of punishment for Sherri when she returned, something that would make her feel the pain of her failure but nothing too damaging or permanent. Though she tried to ignore emotions at all times, the Queen couldn't help feeling some affection for her first human daughter. Killing her would prove nothing except that the Queen was petty and impatient, not the sort traits one as majestic as the Queen should be projecting.

Feeling some frustration over events entirely out of her control, the Queen slapped Nicki as hard as she could on Nicki's left asscheek. The spanking sound echoed throughout the chamber. The Queen smacked Nicki's right asscheek just as hard. Nicki gurgled and wiggled her bottom, rotating it around with the Queen's phallus buried nearly a foot inside her ass. The Queen pulled her cock halfway out and held it there for a minute before fucking Nicki's ass again. Nicki breathed in sharply the first time she was refilled and made little gasping noises every time the Queen's cock thrust deep inside her. Nicki's ass was being torn apart and she loved it.

The Queen found a slow but steady rhythm while fucking Nicki's ass and she held the motion constant while her focus drifted away. She wanted to check on the progress of all the tasks she had assigned since yesterday morning. The Queen now fixated upon Cassandra's younger sister Anna. The Queen couldn't see through Anna's eyes because they were shut tight, but she felt a presence in her mouth and a tingling in her loins that indicated that Anna was kissing someone while her pussy was being played with. Anna opened her eyes and the Queen could see that she was busy making out with her older Hivesister Isabella. Both of them held a young girl's head between their thighs, their conquests and prizes for this evening.

While Anna and Isabella kissed sloppily and groped each other while lying side to side on the couch, Daphne and Sarah took turns eating their professor and fellow classmate's pussies and assholes. Daphne currently attended to Isabella, or as she referred to her Professor Zarita. Daphne's dyed purple dreadlocks flowed down her naked back as she licked her professor's slit. Ms. Zarita had several more lessons in store for Daphne, this impromptu re-education on the subject of female anatomy was only beginning.

It was Sarah's turn with Anna, and Anna took perverse pleasure in having the meek, awkward student make herself a total slut for Anna's benefit. Anna had ordered Sarah to put her large, coke-bottle glasses back on while she attended to Anna's orifices. Though makeup and a new hairdo had greatly improved Sarah's appearance, the sight of nerdy Sarah turned Anna on so much. For some reason, it was really hot watching such a dorky-looking girl doing utterly filthy things to Anna's body. Anna wasn't sure if Sarah could even see through those lenses anymore; she and Isabella had come on Sarah so many times that her glasses were smeared and made blurry with their ejaculate. But Anna hadn't told Sarah to take them off yet, so despite her possible blindness on they stayed.

Sarah occupied her time by petting Anna's clitoris while trying to discover if it was physically possible to insert her entire tongue inside Anna's ass. She was doing it for science. Sarah had fit about half her tongue into Anna's rectum so far and hadn't made much progress since then, but Sarah refused to give up until she had achieved her goal. Anna wasn't complaining. The way Sarah probed and teased with her tongue inside Anna's asshole drove her wild. Sarah had taken to eating ass as quickly as she did to painting or wearing ugly sweaters.

Though Daphne would make a grand Hivesister, Sarah was the true prize of the evening. She didn't talk about her family much at school, but it was well known that her father was the Canadian ambassador to the United States. Sarah represented the Hive's first opportunity to go international in the organization's reach and scope. The Hive would start first by blackmailing Sarah's father using pictures Anna had taken of the then innocent girl during their sexy photo shoot. Not only were there nude photos of Sarah posing on a couch, there were additional pictures of Isabella and Sarah kissing as well as having sex with each other. After Daphne joined them later, Anna took pictures of her and Sarah having sex as well. The crowning moment was the photo Anna had taken of Sarah fingering her own ass and looking back at the camera with her mouth hanging open, a look of pure pleasure showing on her face with her digit buried to the knuckle up her rectum.

The Hive would bleed Sarah's father dry so he could prevent the photographs from attaining wide release, obtaining money, passports, and governmental access as part of the agreement. Maybe some of the diplomat's female staffers would be part of the bargain as well. Then they would fake a kidnapping to obtain even more leverage over the ambassador. The best part was that Sarah would be commiserate in the entire plot.

The Queen felt immense pride for her Hivedaughters Anna and Isabella. Not only had they acquired their target, but they also added another sexy woman to the growing ranks of the Hive. It made Sherri's failure seem even worse in comparison. The Queen didn't understand what it was about the Dworkin sisters that made them so competent and resourceful. They had surely proven themselves to be among the elite of the Hivesisters. The Queen made a note to herself to find out if there was any other women in their immediate family who could be turned to the Hive.

The Queen snapped out of her spying on Anna and returned to her own viewpoint where Nicki was shaking as her moans grew louder. Her ass looked amazing as it bounced against the Queen's cock. The Queen grabbed Nicki's buttocks, gripping her cheeks so tightly that the Queen's fingernails dug into the bountiful flesh. The Queen used her tight grip upon Nicki's rump for leverage as she pumped her cock in and out of Nicki's ass relentlessly. It wouldn't be long now until I've filled Nicki with her new existence, the Queen thought.

Tentatively, the Queen reached out to find Cassandra. The Queen didn't feel comfortable keeping tabs on Cassandra so constantly but she always worried about Cassandra's well-being and did wonder if Cassandra had accomplished her mission. Like her sister, Cassandra had been more than successful. Watching through Cassandra's eyes, the Queen saw the Governor's daughter Abigail from behind with her head between the spread thighs of an older woman who looked just like her. Abigail ate out her own mother while Governor Bennett held the back of her daughter's hair in her hands and forced Abigail's tongue to lick up and down her pussy.

Cassandra sat on her knees on the Bennetts' marriage bed where she violated Abigail from behind. Their genitals were connected together at the crotch, but not by any human element. A mass of tentacles emanated from Cassandra's gaping pussy and squirmed inside of Abigail's vagina and asshole. The deep wriggling penetration of these tentacles drove Abigail insane with pleasure. More tentacles spilled out of Cassandra's womb and curled around Abigail's waist, thighs, and breasts. The ends of the tentacles pinched Abigail's nipples, tickled the soles of her feet and armpits, and caressed her inner thighs. Cassandra's tentacles were much more sensitive than her fingertips, it seemed like she could feel everything on Abigail's body. Every drop of sweat, speck of dirt, pimple, or blemish was detectable by Cassandra's touch. She could even taste the insides of Abigail's orifices with her mouth nowhere near those holes. Cassandra used her tentacles to fuck Abigail's pussy and asshole at the same time, holding the girl by her bony hips as she rocked herself back and forth against Abigail's backside with Cassandra's tentacles moving inside her.

Abigail had been quite surprised to enter her parent's room earlier and find her mother keeping company with the strange woman Abigail met at the bar. The two older women were wearing only bathrobes, and when Abigail joined them they looked at each other meaningfully with a conspiratorial air. Abigail's father was nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?" Abigail asked. "Where's Dad?"

"Your father is... going away for a while," Deborah answered carefully. She walked over to her daughter and put an arm around her child's shoulder.

Mother's hug feels strange, Abigail thought. It felt less affectionate and more possessive. Like now that she had Abigail in her grasp she was never going to let her go. Abigail sniffed the air as she caught a whiff of a strange, but familiar scent. Abigail knew exactly what this was. It was the unmistakable smell of damp, aroused pussy filling the room. Abigail got a nauseous feeling in her stomach as she wondered what her mother and this woman had been up to in here. Had the screams she heard been her mother or her lover's cries of passion?

Deborah held her arm out toward Cassandra and said to her daughter, "I believe you have already met my friend Cassandra."

"Mom, what the hell?" Abigail demanded in an impetuous teenage tone. "Why is she in you and Dad's bedroom?"

Deborah sighed and explained to her daughter, "I don't think it's any secret that your father and I have been having marital issues. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, honey. You're an adult now and you deserve to know the truth. Daddy's a liar and a cheat who broke the vows of our marriage with other women repeatedly. I've been terribly lonely for the longest time, but recently I discovered something new about myself." Deborah held her hand out to Cassandra and pulled her closer so that she stood on the side of Deborah opposite from Abigail. Deborah's arm curled around Cassandra's waist with her palm resting on Cassandra's wide hip. "I realized recently that I love women. Especially beautiful young women just like yourself."

Abigail could have sworn her mother winked at her at this last sentence. Her mouth hung open in shock, it was almost too much to process at once. She would have been blind not to notice her parents were having marriage problems, but she had no idea they had been cheating on each other as well. Abigail couldn't say she was surprised to find out her father was unfaithful. She wanted to think the best of her parents, but she had met boys just like her dad at school and they did not seem like the committed types. Her mother being a cheat was absolutely shocking though. Mother Bennett always came off as a paragon of virtue and someone deserving of admiration, but she is really as bad as the rest of us, Abigail thought with disappointment. Sleeping with other women, though. That was the most surprising part of it. Abigail had plenty of gay and lesbian friends and felt like she had a pretty good intuition for if someone swung the other way. But she had never received any indication that her mother held any attraction for women. It's like it had happened practically overnight.

Abigail swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. After regaining her voice she asked quietly, "How long has this been going on, Mom?"

Deborah looked over at Cassandra and smiled warmly. "Oh, long enough," she answered.

Deborah leaned over and kissed Cassandra on the mouth. Abigail could have sworn she saw Cassandra stick her tongue out and lick her mother's lips until she opened her mouth to let Cassandra's tongue slip between her lips. Eww gross, Mom, Abigail thought.

"As you may have guessed Abby, Miss Cassandra and I are lovers," said Deborah after she broke the kiss with Cassandra. While Cassandra had a hand wrapped around Deborah's waist and clinging tightly to Deborah's hip on the side next to Abigail, Deborah patted Cassandra on her bottom through her robe before laying her hand atop the bulge of Cassandra's buttock.

This was nothing like how her mother normally behaved. She hardly ever showed affection in private, let alone in a public venue. Abigail had been totally shocked when her mother asked for a kiss good night earlier down at the bar. She must have just been trying to impress Cassandra. Even with her close family, the high and mighty governor behaved cold and distant. Abigail knew that was just the way her mother was, it made the warm smiles that cracked Deborah's facade when she looked proudly at Abigail all the more affecting.

Abigail's mom had already shown Cassandra more affection than Abigail had seen her mother give to her father in about five years. If Mom has finally found someone who drives her wild, I guess I'm happy for her, Abigail thought. She deserves it. Abigail just wished her mother and Cassandra would tone down a little on the PDA right in front of her. Imagining her mother doing... lesbian... things... made Abigail uncomfortable in ways she really did not feel like exploring.

Cassandra swung around so that she and Deborah was standing to either side of Abigail. All of a sudden it was like Abigail was surrounded. Abigail flinched at first when Cassandra made to touch her, but thought better of being rude to her mother's friend. She allowed Cassandra to caress Abigail's cheek with the palm of her hand.

"So pretty," Cassandra murmured. "Just like her mother, but young and innocent."

Okay, this is getting weird, Abigail thought worriedly. Cassandra's hand felt really good on her face though. Her fingers were soft, and made Abigail tingle wherever they touched. Abigail wanted nothing more than to nuzzle her cheek against Cassandra's hand, but she felt too disturbed at the thought of being touched by the same hands that more than likely had been all over her mother's body earlier.

Abigail pulled away from Cassandra's caress and said to her mother and her lover as she backed away slowly, "I think I had better be getting to bed. School tomorrow, you know?"

Deborah and Cassandra shared a look. "That's a good idea, honey," said Deborah. "Be ready to hit the books hard tomorrow, eh? That's my girl. Come give me a kiss before you scuttle off to bed."

Abigail hesitated, but she realized there was nothing improper about kissing her mother good night even if it was in the presence of her mother's lover. She supposed she needed to get to know this Cassandra lady better anyways. She didn't know if this was just a one-night stand for her mother as she experimented with her sexuality or if Abigail was going to end up calling a new mother Auntie Cass in a couple years.

Abigail walked over and intended to only give her mother a quick peck on the cheek, but Deborah put her arms around Abigail's neck and pulled into a lip-locked kiss. Deborah's mouth lingered upon her daughter's lips a few seconds longer than what was appropriate for such close family members. Abigail could have sworn her mother's lips opened like she wanted to make out with her before she thought better of it. Against her better judgment, Abigail's lips pressed back against her mothers and they shared a passionate closemouthed embrace. Abigail gasped once Deborah finally broke their kiss. That was no motherly kiss good night. Abigail had had boys she fucked who kissed her with less passion than her mother just displayed. Abigail's head swum with confusion. Part of her turmoil was from wondering why her mother was behaving this way, but the most confusing part was why Abigail had become so excited by her mother kissing her in such a way. I have to get out of here right away, Abigail thought as she eyed the exit. I'm not in my right mind.
"Good night, Mom," Abigail said brusquely. She made a point to ignore Cassandra's presence in the room as she walked to the door.

Deborah wouldn't allow her to get off that easy, though. "Be sure to give Miss Cassandra a kiss good night too, dear."

Abigail looked over at Cassandra and couldn't help herself from fixating on the woman's soft, full lips. They looked like they were built for kissing. Abigail suddenly wondered exactly where Cassandra's mouth had been this evening before Abigail had interrupted Cassandra and her mother. Oh God! Where had her mother's mouth been before she kissed Abigail good night?

"I think I'll pass," Abigail replied. Cassandra snickered at her.

"Abigail Bennett!" Deborah said in her most disapproving motherly tone. "Don't be rude! I raised you better than that. Cassandra is very special to me and if I tell you to give her a kiss I expect you to listen and obey."

Abigail glanced over at Cassandra who was sidling up closer to her. For the first time tonight, Abigail really looked at her. Cassandra's face was handsome, though not quite knockout gorgeous. Her conservatively applied makeup and projection of self-confidence contributed a lot more to Cassandra's attractiveness, making her more than just a pretty face. Her body was the most amazing part of her though. Cassandra's breasts were rather small, but the bumps of her chest still stuck out prominently beneath the robe. Cassandra had long legs and wide, bony, jutting hips. Abigail could tell from Cassandra's shapely thighs and the way she carried her lower torso that she must have an amazing ass. Abigail found herself almost wishing Cassandra would turn around so that Abigail could find out if Cassandra's bottom looked as good as she imagined it did. Cassandra's body basically looked like it was made for sex. At least Mom knows how to pick them, Abigail thought. Her girlfriend is super hot.

Cassandra took hold of Abigail's hands and drew her in closer. "Don't worry, I promise I won't bite," Cassandra said to her with a mischievous grin.

Cassandra's mouth moved closer to Abigail but when Cassandra's kiss approached Abigail turned away so that Cassandra's lips merely brushed against the side of Abigail's cheek. Even that felt amazing though, as Cassandra left a soft, wet imprint of her lips on Abigail's face that left the girl shuddering. This isn't right, Abigail thought. This is too weird. She wanted to get away, but Abigail couldn't help turning her head back toward Cassandra. Abigail's knees felt weak as Cassandra left kisses along the the side of her face as Abigail turned her face to Cassandra's. Finally, their lips brushed together. Cassandra pushed her mouth against Abigail's, a gentle yet insistent kiss. Against all reason, Abigail kissed her back. She had forgotten her mother was even in the room with them. Cassandra has some kind of strange, otherworldly effect on me, Abigail thought. I've been hypnotized, or brainwashed or something. That's the only explanation for why I would be making out with my mother's lesbian lover.

Abigail didn't know the half of it. Cassandra's lovely face and sexy body combined with her sparkling personality already made her appearance beyond alluring. But combined with the abilities the Queen had granted her, she was irresistible. Anyone who came into contact with her mouth, pussy, anus or the contents of those orifices was affected just the same as if they had tasted the spellbinding Essence on their tongues. As soon as Abigail's lips met with Cassandra's, she was lost. Abigail would do anything Cassandra told her to, up to and including having sex with her own mother if Cassandra willed it.

Abigail's mouth opened, and Cassandra's tongue filled the gap between her lips and teeth. Their arms wrapped around each other's necks as Abigail bit down on Cassandra's tongue playfully and swirled her own tongue around Cassandra's. Abigail tasted a curious flavor as she explored the inside of Cassandra's mouth and realized that it could only be the taste of her mother's vagina. Instead of feeling disgusted to learn how her mother's genitals tasted, Abigail felt turned on by how naughty it was. There was almost nothing sluttier than having sex with your own mother, and Abigail was getting a free sample that would hopefully serve only as the appetizer for the main course. Abigail felt a presence behind her and then a second later she savored the sensations of her mother's lips leaving wet kisses on her shoulders and neck as Deborah's arms curled around the front of Abigail's waist.

Deborah ran her hands up Abigail's torso and cupped her daughter's breasts through Abigail's skimpy pajama top. "Oh, you've become such a big girl," Deborah whispered lasciviously in Abigail's ear as she felt up her daughter's chest.

Abigail moaned in her throat, making a purring noise of satisfaction as she took the offensive and pulled Cassandra closer to her until their breasts and bellies pressed together. Abigail attacked Cassandra's mouth, taking control of it as she tried to stick her tongue down the woman's throat. The sides of Deborah's robe parted as she rubbed against Abigail's backside and Abigail could feel Deborah's crotch pressing against her grey cotton pajama pants. Deborah's aroused sex felt burning hot against Abigail's bottom, and in response Abigail bent her knees slightly and pushed her ass back against her mother's crotch. Deborah gasped as her daughter's bottom rubbed up against her, and in a fit of lust Deborah grinded herself against Abigail's freely offered buttocks.

Cassandra and Abigail traded tongues for a minute longer before Cassandra broke the kiss and pulled away. "You want to take off your pajamas, don't you?" Cassandra asked Abigail as she pulled at Abigail's nightshirt.

"I want to take off my pajamas," Abigail repeated robotically. She ripped her chemise over her head, freeing her sizable bosom that flopped up and down as the nightshirt caught her breasts and then released them. Abigail bent over and tugged her pajama bottoms downward to her ankles before standing up and stepping out of them completely nude.

Deborah looked down at her daughter's nakedness and noticed with surprise that her pussy was shaved completely bare. Deborah wondered who exactly Abigail was planning to show off her sexy shaved snatch to? Cassandra and Deborah walked in circles around Abigail, admiring her naked form from every angle while Abigail smiled back at them dumbly. .

"Absolutely beautiful," Cassandra said with appreciation.

Things progressed quickly from there until the threesome arrived at its current configuration. Cassandra's tentacles writhing inside Abigail's orifices pumped a constant stream of Essence into Abigail's holes, defiling her youthful body. Abigail had to be full near to bursting with Cassandra's ejaculate by now. Cassandra was certain if she pulled her tentacles out of Abigail and removed the seal they were creating a flood of her Essence would gush out of Abigail's gaping asshole and pussy like a flood.

That wasn't the only way Abigail was being debased. On her other end, Abigail had already licked her mother to orgasm twice and the taste of her mommy's come filled her mouth. The fluid itself was smeared all over Abigail's cute teenage face. The Essence filling all of Abigail's holes provided her with the most pleasure that the human body is capable of feeling. She could feel the Essence sloshing around her insides every time she moved, providing a pleasantly warm and tingly sensation.

Cassandra's goal was to keep Abigail in a constant state of orgasmic submission. The old Abigail was gone, replaced by this slutty creature who craved the come of other women incessantly. Her desire for pleasure was already insatiable, Cassandra could hardly imagine what she would be like once she was assimilated into a full Hivesister. Deborah's pussy did a serviceable job of muffling the absurd noises that came from Abigail's mouth as she came again and again from the Essence's influence.

Deborah threw her head back and moaned. "Keep licking me, honey," she gasped. "I'm expecting an orgasm for each one of the nine months you spent inside me. That still makes seven more to go. You ravaged my pussy when I gave birth to you. It's time to pay it back now for damages incurred."

Abigail looked up at her mother with her precious, innocent eyes as her tongue danced around the lips Deborah's vagina before she flattened her tongue and ran it slowly up Deborah's leaking slit. Deborah's eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned as she felt Abigail's tongue tasting her nethers and loving the flavor. For her part, Abigail couldn't believe how long she had been missing out on this. Her mother tasted wonderfully delicious. Deborah's loud moans encouraged Abigail to lick her mother's pussy even better and discover the little spots in and around Deborah's pussy that gave her the most powerful sensations.

"How the hell are you so good at this?" Deborah moaned as her eyelids shut tight. She would have wagered that Abigail was already better than her at licking pussy. Deborah's eyes suddenly opened wide with shock. "This... This isn't your first time, is it?"

Abigail stopped and shook her head back and forth on Deborah's pussy before closing her eyes and returning to her feast.

"You naughty little girl," Deborah groaned. Abigail's dextrous tongue had parted Deborah's lips and inserted itself into the gap of Deborah's slit. "Have you slept with a woman for the first time recently?"

Abigail nodded her head this time. Deborah gasped as the point of her daughter's nose poked her clitoris and moved up and down against it.

"Had a little bit of self-discovery since going to college, eh?" Deborah asked. "Who was it with?"

Abigail ceased her licking. She moved her head lower to kiss and lick both of Deborah's thighs. "It was with my roommate a few weeks ago," Abigail explained before nibbling gently on the flabby flesh of Deborah's inner thigh. Deborah tittered in response to Abigail suckling on the fat of Deborah's thigh.

Abigail continued: "We were both drunk and had been curious for a while. Neither of us had slept with a guy in over two weeks and we were both so horny. I ended up licking her pussy that night, but she didn't do anything more than petting my crotch through my underwear while we made out."

"Good girl," Deborah said with a pat on the top of Abigail's head. She pulled on her daughter's hair to force her mouth back up to Deborah's pussy. Abigail puckered her lips and left sloppy, teasing kisses on the skin just outside of Deborah's vulva.

"Ahhh, you little teasing bitch," Deborah complained. "Your roommate was really hot, by the way. I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off her myself. When you get back to school you are going to make her do more than just pet you, right?"

Abigail nodded her head in silent assent. She had reburied her mouth in Deborah's pussy again and wasn't able to speak intelligibly with Deborah's labia covering her lips. Deborah ground her pelvis up against Abigail's face as she felt her next orgasm approaching. Cassandra watched closely, waiting patiently for Deborah to reach her climax. When it arrived, Deborah made a high-pitched squeal and put her hands on Abigail's skull to hold her daughter's mouth tightly to her pussy while she came. Abigail felt warm and sticky come gush out of Deborah's vagina into her mouth. Her mother's come was so delicious that Abigail swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it all with a single, loud gulp.

While Abigail savored the taste of her Mother's come, Cassandra took this opportunity to finally remove her tentacles from Abigail's orifices. The girl's ass and pussy had been completely filled with Essence and Cassandra could feel the pressure building to a breaking point inside of Abigail. Cassandra ripped her tentacles out of Abigail with lightning-quick squirming motions. Essence exploded from Abigail's ass and pussy in a spray that caught Cassandra in its crossfire. The ejaculate continued gushing out of Abigail's holes in a torrent that soon slowed to a constant drip until the discharge merely trickled. A massive off-white puddle of slime formed on the bedsheet beneath Abigail. It spread further and further with Abigail's drippings continually contributing to its size until Abigail and Cassandra's lower legs became damp with Cassandra's gathering ejaculate.

Abigail screamed wildly with ecstasy as she felt the immense pressure inside her suddenly release and that indescribable sensation stimulated her to yet another orgasm. Abigail's body trembled as she flexed her anus and vagina to try and push the remaining Essence out of her. Her ass and pussy made some rather unflattering noises as she squeezed the come buried deep inside her orifices out of her. Luckily, Cassandra didn't seem to mind at all and Abigail had no reason to feel ashamed. Abigail gasped when with a final squirt she vacated the last remaining Essence from her bowels. She could feel the hot, sticky, wet come dripping down her thigh. Abigail felt absolutely whorish with her mother and Cassandra's come on her but she fucking loved it nonetheless.

"How did you like your Essence enema?" Cassandra asked.

"I loved it so much," Abigail answered breathlessly as she looked back at Cassandra.

Abigail took a momentary break from eating Deborah out to recover her strength before she dove back in. She had already given her mother three orgasms, but by her count she had six more left to go. Abigail's hair had become wild with exertion and her face was a wet, sticky, mess. She licked her lips and pushed some of Deborah's come into her mouth with her fingers.

"I loved the way your come felt when it squirted out of me," Abigail admitted "Especially out of my ass. It made me feel so dirty, like I was going to the bathroom right in front of you."

"Speaking of..." Cassandra said with a raised eyebrow.

Abigail looked between her legs and noticed with surprise that she was urinating. She hadn't even felt it start, she was so overcome with the afterglow of her orgasm. The puddle on the bed took on a slight yellowish hue once Abigail's stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Abigail was completely shameless now, she wasn't embarrassed at all about having an accident in front of her mother and a strange woman. Wanting to prove just how shameless she could be, Abigail wiggled her bottom at Cassandra and then spread her asscheeks apart.

Cassandra worked her tentacles back into Abigail's orifices until they wiggled deep inside her. Abigail arched her spine upward and threw her head back to scream with pleasure. She took her hands off her cheeks and rested them on the bed for support. Cassandra grabbed Abigail by her hair and pulled on it roughly as she fucked Abigail with her tentacles. Abigail moaned a deep, animalistic bleat as Cassandra violated her once again. Cassandra pushed Abigail's head back down dismissively, allowing Deborah to grab Abigail and move her mouth back to her crotch so her slutty daughter could lick Mommy's pussy again.

Cassandra would play with this mother and daughter combination for the rest of the night and in the early morning she'd work with Deborah to come up with a legitimate-sounding excuse for why she would be missing work tomorrow. They also needed to come up with a credible story to throw off anyone nosing into where Deborah's husband had disappeared to. Cassandra knew Hivesisters who worked for a cleaning service (an occupation that provided them several opportunities to meet and seduce new women) who could be hired to discreetly dispose of the remains of Deborah's husband. Cassandra had to be vigilant in ensuring she dosed Deborah and her daughter with Essence regularly, at least until they arrived at the Arriete mansion. It would not do to have the Bennett girls return to their senses and realize what they'd done. The Queen would make it a priority to convert Deborah and her sexy daughter, probably together with the mother and child watching each other lose their autonomy and humanity while being fucked silly by the Queen.

Deborah was going to be very popular with the Hivesisters. Everyone would want to boast that they had a sitting Governor's tongue licking their naughty bits. They would enjoy having Abigail as well, especially in tandem with her mother. There were very few mother/daughter combinations at the Hive, really only two that Cassandra could think of. They were nowhere near as sexy as the Bennetts either. Regardless of how attractive they were, it was still amusing and arousing to see a mother lust for the fruit of her loins while her progeny hungers for the vagina that gave birth to her.

Cassandra was so lost in thought and focused on the different uses she had discovered with her newly tentacled body that she hadn't yet noticed the changes happening to her clitoris. It had become puffy and swollen beyond what should be humanly possible until it barely looked like a female organ any more. If anything, it looked more like a penis now. As her transformation progressed, Cassandra would be able to mold her own sex organ so it could become straight and stiff at will and also be able to retract back inside her vagina if she wanted to conceal it. Soon she would possess a phallus just like her Queen's member, one that Cassandra could shape at will so it could become thicker or longer as Cassandra's needs required.

The greatest weakness the Hive possessed at the moment was that the Queen could only convert a limited number of women per day. Once Cassandra inherited the same abilities as the Queen, they would be able to assimilate twice as many women. Cassandra already knew that she had become more alluring since the Queen began working on her, and Cassandra's come also seemed even more addictive than the ejaculate of the other women in the Hive. She knew these changes were the result of a new, strange power growing inside her and Cassandra wondered what it could possibly be. The strangeness Cassandra felt was the first of the seedpods forming inside her, the biological capsules that when ingested or inserted would turn a woman into a member of the Hive permanently.

The Queen had another motive for the special attention she lavished on Cassandra besides her need to double the Hive's production. The Queen felt Cassandra's presence on this world as soon as she landed on this orbiting hunk of rock and metal, like a beacon in the night. The Queen knew that somewhere out there Cassandra had felt her too. She suspected correctly that the roommate of her first convert Sherri was the one she sought. The Queen used Sherri to manipulate events so that Cassandra became Initiated by Sherri into the Hive. Then the Queen could find out for herself if Cassandra really was the one. It was only when the Queen found Cassandra standing naked before her in the Queen's bedroom that the Queen realized what she was looking for. The Queen did not know if she felt the emotion love, at least in the way that humans defined it. What the Queen did know was that she wanted to make Cassandra her mate for the rest of eternity.

Other than being born without tentacles, Cassandra was exactly the Queen's type. Strong, independent, trustworthy, resourceful, caring, loyal, and witty in her peculiar human way. The Queen was taking steps to improve on that lack of tentacles as well. Cassandra's face and body were just as lovely as could be now that the Queen possessed a conception of human beauty. The Queen allowed herself to feel full pleasure only when copulating with Cassandra. It made their times together even more special She loved all the strange little parts of Cassandra's human body. How her pretty little asshole remained tight no matter how many times the Queen fucked it. How amazing the inside of Cassandra's throat felt as she attempted to swallow the Queen's entire cock. How Cassandra laid on top of the Queen and rode her phallus like a wild animal until she came, screaming declarations of love as she sprayed her ejaculate all over the Queen's body.
The Queen had made Cassandra the second most powerful member of the Hive by impregnating her with multiple seedpods instead of just one. Her ultimate goal was to make Cassandra physiologically the same as the Queen's body when she used invaded human host body. Their bond would become closer and Cassandra's abilities would become even more powerful until Cassandra had been changed enough that she was no longer human. Only then would Cassandra's body be ready to receive the Queen's egg. The Queen had been loathe to send Cassandra out into the field, both because she worried about losing the key to her goals on this world and also because she cared for the woman. The Queen normally felt ambivalence for her subjects and didn't care if they lived or died so long as they served her. But the Queen cared improbably for Cassandra more than any other being in the universe and because of that she felt a strange affection for the human women she had collected. She must have become soft during her long imprisonment. Or else lonely.

Despite her reluctance at endangering Cassandra, the Queen didn't have anyone she trusted more. She knew that Cassandra would do a great job and do everything in her power to accomplish her mission. Cassandra had clearly succeeded beyond the Queen's expectations considering she had her tentacles squirming inside a formerly unwilling young girl's body while that girl was forced to eat her mother's pussy. By tomorrow, the Governor of this state would be working for the Hive rather than the people of New York, all thanks to Cassandra's efforts.

Cassandra is definitely the one, thought the Queen. The Queen had become so worried for Cassandra that she checked on Cassandra's progress periodically. No one the Queen had ever known made her feel this way. The Queen didn't check in with every Hivesister like this, but she needed to be reassured that Cassandra was safe. Being connected to the Hive already extended the lives of its members; what the Queen had done to Cassandra would eventually make her ageless. But the conversion didn't make Hivesisters invincible, merely resistant to aging and impervious to human diseases. Though Cassandra was intelligent enough to suspect what was happening to her, the Queen doubted that she understood yet the full extent of her transformation and what it meant for her future. She would be the Queen's mate, her slave, her plaything, her partner, her lover, her wife and the mother of the Queen's progeny for all of eternity.

The Queen forced herself to look away from Cassandra's mind and focus instead on her present circumstances. She found it hard to tear herself away from Cassandra, but it was necessary to. The Queen would see her love soon enough, and when she did the Queen would give to Cassandra a reward of several earthshattering orgasms and a triple infusion of seedpods. The Queen looked down. She was still fucking Nicki's ass, Nicki was still screaming and moaning. Little had changed while the Queen invaded Cassandra's mind. One of the cloaked women standing in the circle raised her hand toward the Queen.

{May I approach, Great Mistress?} the woman sent.

The Queen smiled at her servant. {Of course, my daughter} the Queen returned. {It was thanks to your efforts that we were even able to attain this fine specimen. Come take your reward}

The woman walked toward the table Nicki had been tied to, her face still hidden behind her robe and hood. Nicki looked up at the figure approaching her nervously. She was obviously a woman judging by the shapely thighs and shaved legs visible below the short hem of her robe. Hell, all the people Nicki had seen in this place were women. Why would it be any different now? The woman's skin was a natural dark tan, clearly a woman of color but with even lighter skin than Nicki possessed. The woman raised one foot up and rested it next to Nicki's tied hands and face. The foot was close enough that Nicki could smell an odor that wrinkled her nose.

"Lick my foot, pet," the woman ordered.

Nicki could have sworn she recognized the woman's voice but she didn't speak again so Nicki could identify it. She leaned her head downward and flicked her tongue over the woman's toes. She couldn't explain exactly why she did it. The Queen still moved her large, hard cock in and out of Nicki's ass, driving her insane with the unbearable pain and pleasure but Nicki couldn't use that as an excuse. Nicki seemed to understand that she had been broken, possibly beyond repair. Nicki knew she would do absolutely anything these women asked of her. She took the big toe of the woman's foot in her mouth and started sucking on it. It almost felt soothing to have something to suckle on.

"Make sure you lick between my toes," the woman suggested. "That's always the part of my feet that gets the nastiest. I want these little bubblys as clean as if I came straight out of the shower."

Nicki nodded and ran her tongue along the contours between the woman's big toe and the piggy next to it until the gap was drenched with wetness. Then Nicki slurped the saliva off the woman's foot back into her mouth and swallowed it. Nicki was certain she knew the woman doing this to her, but she still couldn't place who it was. She moved onto the next toe, sucking on it before moving her tongue between this toe and the next one during her slow march to the woman's pinky toe. She spent about two or three minutes on each toe before moving to the next one. Nicki had in the past enjoyed making men massage and lick her feet, but had never returned the favor. For some reason, the musty smell and taste of unwashed feet made Nicki even more turned on than she already was.

"Look up at me, bitch," the robed woman ordered. "Look at whose feet you're worshipping."

Nicki looked up as the woman threw her hood back to reveal a middle-aged woman with light brown hair that fell in curly tresses down to her shoulders. She had brown eyes and small pink lips to go along with her light tan skin color. Her cheeks were large but pleasant looking with a great smile showing between them. Though she had crossed over to the wrong side of middle-aged, the woman still looked beautiful. Nicki knew her all too well. She spat the woman's little toe out of her mouth.

"Mariah!" gasped Nicki.

"Mariah Carey in the flesh," said the smiling woman with an elaborate curtsy. Nicki almost thought she could see Mariah's junk when the woman lifted her robe and bent over slightly.

"What are you doing here? You have to get me out of here!" Nicki begged. But not before this other bitch finishes getting me off, Nicki thought. She never thought an ass reaming could feel so good.

"But this is my new home, Nicki," said Mariah with surprise. "It will be yours too. You are going to live with us here forever. We need another true slut like you for us to use. The one problem with my Sisters is that they are much more into receiving than giving. We need another whorish Hivesister like Naomi who will do absolutely anything we want to get us off without any care for their own pleasure."

"Make them stop!" Nicki yelled. She didn't want to admit to Mariah how amazing the Queen's cock felt as it slid in and out of her asshole. "We're rich and famous, they can't do this to us and get away with it!"

Mariah cooed and pet Nicki's hair like she was a whining puppy. Nicki's unkempt blonde wig nearly slid off her scalp as Mariah caressed it. "Take this silly thing off already," Mariah said viciously as she gripped the fake hair. "It looks almost as ridiculous as the rest of you." Mariah ripped the wig off, taking some of Nicki's natural hair with it.

"Ow!" Nicki yelled. "Motherfucker!" While her ass had been numbed to every sensation caused by the Queen jabbing her cock into Nicki's rectum except for pleasure, she still felt pain in other areas of her body.

"You have no idea how satisfying it is to see my fellow judge and rival in such an awkward and painful position," Mariah said. "What is my Queen doing to you right now?"

Nicki gritted her teeth and struggled to speak as the cock pounded through her tender anus again and again. "Unnnhhhhh... She's... uh... buttfucking... the SHIT out of me."

"That doesn't seem as painful as it should," Mariah observed as she she leaned forward and watched the Queen's massive cock slamming into Nicki's ass. "Are you actually enjoying this... well, buttfucking as you called it?"

"Yessssss," Nicki hissed.

"Do you know why you enjoy this so much?" Mariah asked.

Nicki shook her head in ignorance.

"Because Nicki," Mariah said matter-of-factly, "You are a worthless slut. Aren't you?"

Nicki shook her head vigorously.

"Say it," Mariah said viciously as she leaned in closer to Nicki and stared into her eyes. Nicki shook her head again. She couldn't admit it even if it was true. Mariah grabbed Nicki by her hair and pulled on it until Nicki squealed in pain. "Say it!"

Tears streamed down Nicki's face as she answered, "I...I'm a worthless slut who...who loves taking it in the ass."

"There," Mariah said with insincere kindness as she let go of Nicki's hair and caressed her cheek. "That wasn't so hard to admit, was it? Do you know what else worthless sluts love?"

Nicki shook her head again.

Mariah put her hands underneath her robe and lifted the hem until her bare pussy was displayed between her thick, shapely thighs. Her crotch was close enough to Nicki that Nicki could smell its arousal wafting through the air. "Worthless sluts love eating pussy too," Mariah answered. She grabbed the back of Nicki's hair and pulled on it until Nicki looked upward. Mariah stood over the top of her and lowered her groin onto Nicki's face. "Stick your tongue out and lick it like a good slut would," Mariah ordered.

Though Nicki could feel the wrinkled folds of Mariah's pussy lips brushing against her mouth and tickling her lips, she kept her mouth shut tight. The anal pleasure she was enjoying did make her feel like a slut and she really wanted to just give it in and lick the pussy resting on her mouth. If it were any other woman, Nicki would already be munching on that cunt. But after all the shit Nicki had talked about Mariah when they were on American Idol together, putting her mouth on her rival's stinky pussy and using her tongue to get her off would be the ultimate humiliation.

Mariah slapped Nicki on the cheek, not hard but insistently enough to show she wasn't fucking around. "I wasn't asking nicely," Mariah seethed. "Eat my fucking pussy, you little bitch."

Nicki must really be a worthless slut, because being slapped and ordered around made her feel even more aroused and this mistreatment finally got her to open her mouth and lick at Mariah's pussy with her tongue. Nicki felt the wrinkled folds of Mariah's labia running over her tongue as it danced back and forth over Mariah's moist lips. Mariah's pussy was already dripping wet, she had clearly become aroused by Nicki's predicament. Nicki hated how much she enjoyed the nasty, used taste of Mariah's old-ass pussy. She slurped the accumulated discharge of Mariah's snatch into her mouth.

"I didn't tell you to lick it, bitch," said Mariah forcefully. "I told you to eat it."

Nicki extended her tongue as far as it could reach and worked it from side to side between the folds of Mariah's vagina until her tongue penetrated into Mariah's slit. With her tongue now embedded inside Mariah, Nicki's mouth made a sucking pull upon Mariah's labia. Nicki experienced the full flavor of Mariah's pussy and found she loved it the more she tasted of it. Her flavor was bold and pungent, nearly overpowering with its musk. Nicki smacked her lips on Mariah's labia and nibbled gently on it while her tongue rotated inside her. Nicki's body felt constricted in this position; Mariah's grip on her hair forced her to look straight up as Mariah sat on her face while Nicki's ass pointed upward to give the Queen the best angle of entry for assfucking her. The Queen had been moving her cock in and out of Nicki at a constant pace for a several minutes now. Nicki was almost used to the sensation and her sphincter had become so worn down that the Queen slid in and out of her ass with zero resistance.

"There, that's more like it," Mariah goaded as she watched Nicki's lips making love to her pussy. "That slut tongue of yours sure knows how to work a cunt. Do you want to know a secret, Nicki?"

Nicki had been keeping her eyes shut so she didn't have to look at Mariah while she licked her pussy. That way she could pretend it was some random, unknown woman with their vagina on her face rather than someone she hated. That feigned ignorance helped Nicky rationalize the fact that she loved having her tongue up Mariah's cunt. At the mention of this secret, Mariah's eyes shot open and she looked up. Mariah adored the sight of Nicki's eyes peeking up above Mariah's shaved pussy while Nicky pleasured Mariah with her mouth. Nicki stared at Mariah and listened intently but never stopped eating her pussy throughout.

"I was the one who arranged your kidnapping," Mariah admitted. "After my assimilation, my first order was to find one woman I wanted to submit to the Hive. You were the first person I thought of, Nicki. A bitch who needs to be put in her place and taught how to serve others rather than just yourself. I just wanted you to know that despite your foolish attempts, I've finally won. And I have won, haven't I?"

Nicki looked at the woman she had shared so many heated exchanges with. The insults they hurled at each other had been beneath both women's dignity, and now Mariah was taking that impropriety out of her. Nicki didn't want to believe it, but considering she was eating the woman's pussy while being fucked in the ass from behind she had to concede defeat. She didn't answer Mariah verbally but instead surrendered to her by licking Mariah's snatch longer and harder. Nicki flattened her tongue and ran it slowly up and down Mariah's opening while being sure the tip of her tongue dipped inside of Mariah's hole with every approach.

Mariah moaned and said, "Mmm, that's nice. That's real nice. You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Nicki wouldn't give Mariah the satisfaction of a reply, but she betrayed herself by continuing to tongue Mariah's pussy like she was trying to passionately make out with it. She could feel Mariah's juices smeared all over her face, but that still wasn't enough. All Nicki wanted was to taste Mariah's come filling her mouth. She hungered for it.

The other women standing in a circle around the table had linked their minds with Mariah and through this connection they could feel the same sensations Mariah was experiencing. As one woman felt the pleasure of the others combined with her own, the feeling multiplied exponentially until all were in ecstasy. Aroused women touched themselves above their silken robes, and others had boldly lifted the bottom of their robes high enough to pet their pussies out in the open. Nicki felt Mariah shudder against her lips and the Queen slowed her thrusting, going at her harder and deeper but with far less frequency. Nicki could tell they were building to a climax.

The Queen grabbed ahold of Nicki's haunches and made her wail as she penetrated Nicki's ass as far as the Queen's phallus could reach. The tip of the Queen's shaft opened and a small pod the size of a pea erupted from it. Nicki breathed heavily as she felt the strangest feeling as the Queen's tip pushed against the wall of her rectum and then ejaculated something solid from it directly into her ass. The seedpod moved with a mind of its own, lodging itself in a dark corner of Nicki's rectum and taking up permanent residence there as it attached itself to Nicki's body.

Simultaneously, Mariah's cries of ecstasy grew louder until they reached a high-pitched crescendo. The women in the room shared their pleasure with each other using Mariah as the focus point until their ecstasy reached a collectively insurmountable level. Mariah felt the sensations of the other women in the room who were masturbating; the act of self-love contributed to the overall pleasure felt by everyone which made it even more overwhelming. Mariah looked over at her Queen, who stared distantly at the door. She looked almost bored, this type of thing was pretty routine for her by this point. But for Mariah, this would be one of the most satisfying moments in her life when she came on the face of someone she so despised.

Mariah reached the precipice of her climax so she lifted herself off of Nicki's mouth. Nicki hadn't expected it, and she looked like a fool as her tongue wagged back and forth and up and down before realizing Mariah's departure. Mariah wailed and flicked her clitoris furiously as Essence spilled out of her and splattered Nicki's face.

"The fuck? What is tha-?" Nicki began to protest when she got an up-close view of grayish-green slime spurting out of Mariah's pussy hole right onto her face. Nicki's complaints were silenced as soon as she tasted the creamy substance near the corner of her mouth. It was the most amazing thing Nicki had ever tasted. She needed more. Nicki opened her mouth to try and catch additional squirts of this delectable treat. Mariah grunted loudly and Nicki saw Mariah's pussy contract open and closed as a gush of her come spurted right into Nicki's gaping mouth where the slut swallowed it immediately.

The minds of the women in the circle were so intertwined that they all came the same time as Mariah, spilling their Essence onto the floor of the hall with a sickeningly slimy squirting noise at the climax of the ritual. A collective cry filled the room with gasps and moans for a moment before the cacophony hushed as soon as the group's shared orgasm had been achieved.

While the female cleaning staff and other service workers employed at the Arriete mansion had been among the first to be assimilated and they continued fulfilling their duties admirably, they still had to contract out cleaning assistance for messes such as this. It was normally one of the Initiated slave's tasks to clean up after her masters, typically by using her tongue to lap up the collected slime from floors, tables, desks, or whatever furniture the Hivesisters decided to utilize for their sex play. There was no worry about germs or disease any more, being a Hivesister made these women impervious to all human illnesses including sexually transmitted diseases. Truthfully, the effect of the Essence and the Hive conversion process were already similar to STDs that they had all contracted. Mariah planned on using Nicki rather than one of the Initiated for tidying up this room though. She wanted to watch her new slave crawl around and lick the come of over a dozen women off the floor.

Nicki tasted of her first Essence the exact same time that the Queen assimilated her body into the Hive, creating an absurdly powerful double orgasm. Her cries drowned out all the other noise in the room as she came. Clear, translucent ejaculate gushed from her pussy like a garden hose being run while a thumb covered the hole to create a spray. The come splattered the table beneath Nicki and left her pussy dripping. Nicki felt another orgasm approaching and all of a sudden she was spraying her ejaculate on the table again. The Queen's cock buried to the hilt in her ass made Nicki's orgasms ten times as intense. The pod inside her stimulated her pleasure centers relentlessly, making Nicki come over and over. Nicki's body shook and her legs twitched incessantly as she felt pleasure beyond the scope of human understanding. Nicki drenched the table and floor with her come that just wouldn't cease flowing. Every time she thought she was done, an orgasm would start back up again. Nicki's throat became hoarse from her screaming and her knees shook weakly as she experienced the greatest pleasure in her life again and again.
After a few more minutes the orgasms finally tapered off, but at the tail end of the final climax Nicki lost control of her bladder. Yellow urine streamed through her urethra and out of her vagina, wetting the table and floor underneath her with a pungent, briny discharge. Yet another fluid Nicki would have to clean up with her mouth later. She almost thought she might come again, the act of releasing was so pleasurable. The stream slowed to a drip that trickled down the back of her thigh. Nicki shuddered at the warmth of her urine running down her leg.

Nicki felt no embarrassment about pissing herself in front of several women. The pod inside her was doing its work, reconstituting her genetic material and changing her into something else. Something more. Nicki would make herself a slave for these women, her Sisters. She would urinate in front of them if they ordered her to, and would even allow them to piss on her if they desired it. No amount of humiliation would be too much to keep Nicki from obeying her new masters.

Mariah mockingly chided Nicki, "Did little Nicky wet herself? Do we need to put our baby girl in diapers so she doesn't have another pee-pee accident?

Nicki stared up at Mariah blankly. She could feel herself changing but hadn't yet regained the capacity for speech. Her face and hair had been drenched by Mariah's Essence. Mariah smeared her come over Nicki's face as she moved her sticky, dripping fingers toward Nicki's mouth. Nicki opened her lips without protest when she felt Mariah's hand brushing against her mouth. She allowed Mariah's insistent fingers to reach all the way to her throat. Nicki sucked on Mariah's fingers, bobbing her head back and forth as she swallowed more of Mariah's sweet Essence. Drool trickled down the bottom of her mouth to her chin as the zombified slave choked on Mariah's fingers.

"I think we had better get our baby girl a pacifier too," Mariah teased. "So we don't have to listen to your screaming when we fuck you. She sure seems to love sucking on things."

Mariah took her fingers out of Nicki's mouth, which made a distinct sucking noise as Mariah's digits exited between her lips with Nicki refusing to relent them to their owner. Mariah pulled her robe apart to expose her supple, light brown breasts. She leaned down to place the nipple of her right breast next to Nicki's mouth. Mariah felt her own Essence sticking to Nicki's hair as she brushed Nicki's locks out of the way and then pulled on the back of Nicki's head so her mouth took Mariah's nipple.

"Here, suckle my teat like the baby girl you are," Mariah said soothingly. "You won't get any milk, but you already got my pussy milk anyways. It will make mommy feel soooo good, though."

Nicki opened her lips and took the bud of Mariah's nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it gently but firmly, pleasing Mariah greatly. Having nursed a child not that many years before, Mariah had to say Nicki suckled her just like a child. Mariah moved her other breast to Nicki's mouth so she could treat them with equal attention.

The Queen slowly pulled her shaft out of Nicki's ass, making Nicki grunt and then gasp as fullness transformed into emptiness. When the phallus exited Nicki's rectum, the air trapped inside Nicki's ass rushed out with a loud and long squeezing noise that made all the women laugh at her. Nicki's anus had been stretched open into a large gaping hole of darkness that hinted at the pink inside of her rectum. The Queen's natural lubrication dripped from the bottom of Nicki's massive opening, wettening Nicki's opening. Nicki flexed her ass muscles like she was stretching after a strenuous workout. The Queen could see the pink rosebud of Nicki's rectum revealing itself as Nicki pushed out with her anus before it retracted back inside her. Nicki repeated this motion again and again since she knew her Queen was watching her. After enjoying the view of Nicki's insides for a moment, the Queen walked around to the front of Nicki and stood alongside Mariah.

Mariah removed her teat from Nicki's mouth and stood up straight. She looked down at Nicki's eyes. Intelligence and awareness finally returned to Nicki's gaze, though now her eyes now showed the dead and inhuman look of a Hivesister.

{Nicki?} sent Mariah tentatively.

Nicki thought to herself for a moment, looking up in the air and likely wondering where the voice in her head that sounded like Mariah's had come from.

{Mariah, is that you?} Nicki returned. Rarely did a newly assimilated Hivesister understand psionic communication this quickly. Well, Mariah never really thought Nicki was stupid. Just a bitch. {What is this wonderful new form my body has taken?}

Mariah smiled at her new sister. {You are of the Hive now. One of us}

{One of us} the assorted Hivesisters said in unison.

Sendings of welcome and congratulation flooded Nicki's mind. They came from everywhere, within this room and also from women in other areas of the house. Nicki even received some transmissions from hundreds of miles away chirping in to welcome Nicki. Some of the sendings included lewd comments indicating what the senders were planning to do to Nicki's body when they saw her next that made Nicki's knees grow weak and caused her to become aroused again. Nicki couldn't wait to have something filling her ass again. The Queen's cock fucking her in the butt had unleashed a new level of pleasure that Nicki hadn't known existed. Since the pod the Queen had inserted in Nicki entered through her ass rather than her other orifices Nicki was instinctively more likely to seek out anal pleasure.

The Queen's phallus still stood fully erect still. She gripped her shaft and pointed it downward at Nicki's face. {Clean your Queen's cock} Mariah ordered.

{Yes, Great Mistress} Nicki returned.

{Release this woman's bonds, she has no more need of them} Mariah sent to her sisters.

The cultish group of women gathered around Nicki to untie her hands and feet. Nicki stretched her body for a moment to regain feeling in her extremities and then took the Queen's cock in her hand. Nicki opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of the Queen's shaft. Nicki knew how to handle a cock, she never would have made it as far in her line of business if she hadn't excelled at sucking dick. Nicki sucked on the tip of the Queen's phallus and tasted a bold, musky flavor that was nearly overpowering. The flavor reminded Nicki of something sweet and delicious just beginning to spoil. Nicki's lips slid up and down the Queen's shaft along with her outstretched tongue and after getting a better taste Nicki realized what she was tasting was the inside of her own ass. This wasn't the taste of a sweaty, slightly dirty asshole. What Nicki tasted was the nasty, bold flavor of deep inside her rectum. That dirty thought made Nicki even more aroused. Wanting to feel extra dirty, Nicki opened her throat and moved her mouth further down the Queen's cock until she gagged on it. Nicki slowly pulled her mouth off the Queen's cock, sucking hard on it and sliding her tongue against the shaft as she slurped up her own ass-flavor. Nicki's mouth was full of saliva, and when her mouth hovered over the Queen's tip she opened her lips and drooled a thick, stringy mass of spittle onto the head of the Queen's cock and let it drip down her shaft. Nicki stroked her hand up and down the Queen's length to spread her saliva lubrication around before taking the Queen's phallus down to her throat again.

A group of the robed women had gathered behind Nicki and were inspecting her anus with fascination. Even with the copious amount of assfucking the Hivesisters constantly performed on each other they had never seen such an enormous gaping asshole. One of the women tested it by sticking her finger in the hole without the digit touching any of the the sides of Nicki's anus. The assorted women made noises of delight when Nicki's clenched her butthole and sucked the woman's finger inside it. Nicki pushed with her sphincter, squeezing the finger out of her. The cultists responded by sticking a couple of their digits inside Nicki's anus, fingerbanging Nicki's ass two or three women at a time. Two cultists hooked their index fingers inside the rim Nicki's ass and spread her already gaping hole open even wider.

Nicki's moans of pleasure from having her ass played with were muffled by the Queen's cock filling her mouth. The fingers in her ass felt amazing, but she wanted more. She needed a fist, hell an entire arm filling her rectum. Nicki had a sudden fantasy of someone sticking their arm in her to the elbow and controlling her like a hand puppet. Her head continued bobbing back and forth on the Queen's cock, taking her large member deep in her mouth with greater ease. Nicki didn't even gag any more when she deepthroated the Queen's ass-flavored shaft.

{Do you finally understand what a worthless slut you are, Nicki?} sent Mariah.

{Yes!} Nicki returned. {I am a whore who just wants her body to be used over and over}

Mariah pet Nicki's hair and sent to her {Every Hivesister has a purpose to serve, with some serving greater than others. Your only purpose in life now is to be our slut, nothing more than a fucktoy. A plaything for your Hivesisters to use whenever they feel horny. You won't say or do anything of importance, you are just here to make us come and then clean up after us when we are done with you. Doesn't that sound magnificent?}

Nicki pulled the Queen's cock out of her mouth and spoke with her actual voice for the first time since her assimilation. "Yes!" Nicki screamed. "Make me the Hive's whore! I want to be a cumbucket for all my sisters to use! Put your Essence in my mouth, my pussy, my ass! I'll never feel satisfied unless I'm covered in the Essence of my Sisters all day, every day!"

Nicki tried to put the Queen's cock back in her mouth but the Queen pulled away from her. {Enough, my daughter} the Queen sent. This slut did not deserve to receive the Queen's blessing again. There was only one woman who was allowed to be given the Queen's seed more than once. The Queen needed to get Cassandra back here as soon as possible. The Queen's prospective mate needed refills in her mouth, pussy, and ass so her transformation could continue to progress.

Nicki was disappointed at first that she had been denied another opportunity to have the Queen's phallus inside her, but her look of disatisfaction quickly changed to pleasure when she felt fingers from four different women being shoved into her asshole. They played with Nicki's ass, using their fingers to stretch, pull, tickle, and caress.

{She is all yours for the night} the Queen sent to every woman in the room. {Use her well} She turned and exited through the nearest door, leaving her Daughters to their pleasure.

A line of women formed in front on Nicki, each awaiting their turn to teach the pop star how to handle a woman with her pussylicking skills. An even longer line queued behind Nicki, each woman wanting their chance to play with Nicki's ass. This was the line that Mariah joined, already hoping Nicki would be loose enough by Mariah's turn that she could fit her fist wrist-deep inside Nicki's rectum and then fuck her with it.

Nicki kissed the pussy of the first woman in line and then began massaging the woman's slit with her long, flexible tongue. She felt the tongues and fingers of women behind her licking and caressing her curvy buttocks as they ate her asshole while occasionally fingering her pussy. Nicki's asshole gaped so wide that the woman licking her was able to fit her entire wiggling tongue inside Nicki's ass. Nicki's eyes almost popped out of her head with disbelief at how deep her Hivesister's tongue could reach inside her rectum. Nicki clenched her asshole, closing it around the woman's tongue and feeling the wet warmth slathered around the rim of her anus before Nicki's hole loosened again. It felt so fucking good that Nicki tightened and loosened her anus again while the woman munching on her butthole rotated her tongue around the inside of Nicki's ass. Nicki put even more effort into licking the pussy on her mouth. She wanted to make her Sister come so she could feel that sweet Essence on her face again. After that, she would lick the next one and then the next one and keep going down the line until all the women had ejaculated on her face. This was her life now. Nicki had never been happier.

The Queen walked through the hallways of the dark mansion that were lit only by candlelight. She tried to keep from feeling troubled by the day's events. This was a day that would be remembered for a long time, the most important day for the Hive on Earth since the Queen's arrival. Through the efforts of her servants, the scope and reach of the Hive would greatly outpace its previous growth. But the existence of the Hive had also been revealed to mankind. The Queen hated not knowing the future. Her meager psychic abilities only granted glimmers of what would come to pass, but never the whole picture. She only saw blood and ruin in the future at the moment, but possibly a glimpse of victory as well? The Queen needed to find and assimilate more female police officers, security personnel, soldiers. Women with combat training. That needed to be their focus. A war was coming and they needed to prepare themselves. The Queen only prayed that it would be war of conquest rather than survival.

End Act Three

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Thanks for reading Act Three of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm planning to take a break from this universe for a while so I can write some different styles of erotica. This story has been in development for over a year and I could use some time-off. I wouldn't expect any additional work on this series until 2017, unless I am receiving a lot of buzz and interest from readers in which case I may move the continuation of this series up. But when this series returns, it will be under a new moniker: The War of the Pussy Snatchers