The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Eve called a meeting the next morning in the seminar room at Biological Sciences.

All the staff were there, and the students, including Gabby, Stefan, Cassie and Julie, and Anjolie, Jane and Doctor Kelly from the hospital.

Some of the cured women were there too, the Landers twins Sophie and Jessica amongst them, and their father John.

The door was closed, and locked, and the blinds were drawn.

The excitement in the room was palpable.

Eve would be telling them something momentous, and genuine.

“Good morning, team.

“I am very glad to say that all of you have been making excellent progress on the difficult goals I have set for you all. I know that I am a hard taskmaster, but every single one of you, through your professionalism and hard work, has produced amazing results.

“Today I will be showing you the fruits of the research program.”

Eve a presentation showing the work of every person in that room, and it was clear that she was abreast of all of the technical issues.

She showed the Taubett scans, and the quality of the raw images, and an architectural diagram of the scanning system and the image management software, and complimented each of the programming staff individually for the quality of their work.

She gave an overview of the FDA’s approval process, and described how Stefan’s work on secure kernels would provide a great deal of trust in the results from the Taubett scanner, which of course were to be used to verify women that were free of any worm infection.

She showed Julie’s visualisations of infected, clean and cured tissue, showing that a previous worm infection could be readily diagnosed in a cured woman.

Gabby’s nose ring appeared, yet again, and Julie looked at Gabby for her reaction. Her body was more than naked in its clean, worm-free detail, but Gabby looked only pleased that her image had been selected, showing no modesty whatsoever.

Julie was secretly pleased to see Gabby’s image yet again, as it was this image that had quashed her suspicions that the worms had infected the researchers in their first few weeks at the hospital. She knew now that it was only Cassie who had let the worms infect her.

Cassie caught Julie’s eye, and raised an eyebrow in a cynical query.

Can you believe this? She seemed to be saying.

Julie wasn’t quite sure of the point that Cassie was trying to make, and shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment. She’d have to ask Cassie later what she had meant.

Eve next showed Anjolie’s antibody test for worm proteins, and Anjolie nodded in happiness as Eve described its merits.

Julie was grateful that Anjolie had very much turned around since that night when Julie thought that she’d given the whole game away. Julie and Anjolie had been meeting up for coffee or lunch a couple of times a week now, and Julie felt that they were becoming firm friends. Anjolie was a smart woman, Julie thought, she must have realised the disaster that would have resulted from blowing the whistle.

Eve next held up a small jar of Gabby’s deactivated worm venom, and told how it could allow clean people to work together with the infected without any risk of being taken. She also showed a list of the ingredients of the cream, and a table of refractive indices, and described how closely they had to match, and how well Gabby had succeeded.

Refractive indices? Julie thought to herself. Why would Cassie have to match the refractive indices? It would make the processed venom appear uniform,and make it impossible to distinguish the individual constituents.. Why would Gabby do that?

Eve next showed a table with the results of Cassie’s written and oral tests, which showed a clear distinction between clean women and infected women, and showed no measurable differences between the cured and the clean.

Eve also showed Julie’s method for adding a a watermark to the statistics, to make any cheating obvious.

But no cheating had been detected.

These results had been obtained without cheating.

She thanked the Landers twins for their support of the cured women after treatment. It was difficult for some of them to return to their families, especially for those that had long ago resigned themselves to dying. Picking up the pieces of their lives had been hard.

“The results are excellent, team. Every single person has obtained the result I had hoped for, and Lennox Hospital will be a model example of a new form of treatment which will transform the world. All that remains for us to do is to write up the studies and submit them to journals for publication, and to draft some patents so we can get started in commercialising this work.

“We’ve already had a great deal of success working in a team environment at the hospital to get the initial Taubett scans ready for processing.

“I suggest that we try this approach again, as some of us have more experience of the publication process than others. If we all work together and help each other, I believe that we can submit eight journal papers to the appropriate journals in a month.

“The doctors and nurses under Doctor Kelly will be working with you, and will be writing up the results of their clinical trials. These results, of course, have also been excellent.

“If you all give up your personal lives for just a few weeks, I reckon that we can crack it.

“Are you all agreed?”

Julie found herself nodding, but a part of herself did not know why.

Writing journal papers was extremely boring, she knew that.

But the prospect of spending weeks at the hospital, giving up her personal life for weeks, with only her work colleagues to keep her company, suddenly sounded very attractive.

A vague recollection flitted through her mind; of Gabby, and a body riddled with old worm-trails.

But no, not Gabby. It must have been Cassie.

Flashes of pleasure, and devotion, and control.

She could be that woman, the worms giving her a reason, stronger than life, to exist.

It was hot.

Julie looked around the room. Everyone was trapped in the same fantasy of domination.

Walking home, Cassie and Julie held hands.

But they did not talk.

Julie’s head was full of image processing algorithms, and LaTeX commands, and lists of journals, and the foibles of the reviewers she would have to get her paper past. Her worm trail detection was a great result, there was no denying, but her work had only just begun.

Cassie’s head was full of statistical arguments, the snippets of interesting ideas which would have to mask the essential impossibility of her result. She hoped that Eve and her contacts would be able to shepherd her paper through the “anonymous” peer review process.

They allowed themselves a moment of levity, as they stood naked in Cassie’s bathroom, cleaning their teeth in front of the mirror, showing themselves making rabid, frothing toothpaste mouths at each other.

When Cassie attacked Julie’s neck, they were quickly covered in smears of toothpaste. They had no choice but to hop in the shower together. They scrubbed each other down with the loofah, which gave some relief to their tired, tense muscles, and they dried and tickled each other with fun and laughter.

But by the time they made it to bed, they were thinking of their papers again.

Cassie wrapped Julie in her arms, and Julie felt contentment descend over her, like a soft, warm blanket.

It was too obvious.

Julie couldn’t stand it any more.

They were in love, and happy.

But she still knew that something was wrong.

“Cassie, I’m being manipulated. Somehow, we’re being manipulated.. How does Eve do it? I feel like my life’s not my own any more. What is she doing?”

Cassie turned over to face Julie, and smiled.

“It’s okay, Julie. She’s okay. We’re only busy for a few weeks. It’ll be fun.”

“How does it feel to be a cured woman, Cassie? Do you feel different from the way you used to feel?”

“Julie, I couldn’t be happier. I’ve got everything I ever wanted in my life. I think I should feel let down, as there’s nothing to chase any more, but I’m only feeling total contentment.

“What I want, and what the worms want, it’s not so very different.. I just want to live my life in good company, loving, and learning, and helping the world become a nicer place. I don’t need to be controlled.

“I like what I do.

“I’m horny all the time now, and happy. I’m sure you’ve noticed. It’s like walking around all day on a cloud of pleasure, contented with my lot, loving everyone.

“Wouldn’t you like that Julie? Wouldn’t you like to have pleasure on tap, to be sipped whenever you need it? Getting to concentrate on the good things in life, not the bad, every day a new adventure. It’s heaven, Julie, heaven.”

Julie was surprised.

Cassie had put her finger on it.

It was like a revelation.

“But Cassie,” said Julie, “that’s exactly how I do feel.

“Whenever I’m around you, that’s exactly how I feel!”

Julie finally felt that she could verbalise what had been bothering her.

“I’ve never been host-form, but I’m being manipulated, I know it. But how, Cassie? How?

“Maybe you are controlling my emotions, Cassie. I know I love you,” Julie said, “I’ve finally worked out that I’ve always loved you, I know that now, but that part of my life has only worked properly since you got back from hospital. It’s almost like you have fixed me, have helped me express my love for you as it should be expressed. How do I know what’s real? How do I know I still have my free will? What about you? Are you still Cassie?”

Cassie looked kindly upon Julie, not offended in the slightest, and shook her head.

“Don’t over-analyse it,” said Cassie, “just enjoy what we have.

“What is free will, anyway? The universe is not deterministic. There isn’t a God, and our actions are not just random. There is no space in between these positions, and no way out of the paradox.

“You just have to think about it in a different way.

“The importance in free will is the knowledge that your decisions matter, that you can make a difference in the world by choosing your actions. If you choose correctly, the world will be a better place. If you choose wrongly, you know that you will hurt people, which can only hurt yourself, and your spirit.

“That’s what being an adult is all about.

“None of that has changed, Julie. I’m still alive, I’m still thinking, I’m still making choices. I’m still making a difference. The time I spent in the hospital, being host-form, hasn’t really changed any of that.

“It’s only made it better. I’ve been making better decisions, better choices, and I think I’m understanding people better then ever before, and liking them a whole lot more, too.

“If you no longer believe that you have any control over your life, then you are nothing but a slave. Being a slave is something to fear, Julie, but slavery is an invention of Man. The worms don’t make slaves, I know that now, they can only liberate one’s mind.”

“Just imagine if everyone in the world were feeling the same. Everyone loving each other, and wanting to make them happy, and to improve their lives, and happy to be helped.

“It would be a utopia.”

Julie realised that the thought of an alien race directing the actions of humanity might once have filled her with terror.

But it didn’t now.

It just sounded nice. It sounded right and proper.

It sounded like a solution.

Cassie again wrapped Julie up in her arms, and spooned herself against Julie’s back.

Julie felt protected, and loved, and snuggled her bum backwards against Cassie’s tummy.

There were still mysteries to be solved, but they could wait.

“Goodnight, Cassie. Love you.” said Julie.

“Love you too,” said Cassie.

They both closed their eyes, and immediately fell asleep.

Julie and Cassie arrived at the hospital early next morning.

Julie had never been there before, and felt some trepidation.

There were worms inside, and infected women.

Julie didn’t feel like dealing with worms right now.

She had a paper to write, and felt a strong compulsion to get started. Although the compulsion was unnaturally overwhelming, Julie usually had so much trouble getting started on new papers that she didn’t begrudge her current mood.

Cassie punched the lift for them to go to level two.

They were the last ones to arrive.

Everyone else was sitting in front of their computer, their posture perfect, typing in silence.

Julie and Cassie took the computers at the end.

As they sat down, the words began to flow.

Somebody had already set up the templates for the journals to which they had decided to submit their papers.

Julie found her head a hive of activity. Being connected with the University, the hospital had accounts with all the usual bibliographic databases, and and found herself looking up interesting papers related to volumetric visualisation, kernel security, antibody tests, and personality testing.

She remembered snippets of conversations she had had with everyone else in the room, and found herself thinking about the structures of the papers that they had to write.

As the words flowed out into Julie’s paper, she felt all of the other papers in the room begin to take shape as well.

She did not think about how, or why, she just was. She was just an author, writing a paper, and helping her colleagues, no more, and no less, and she looked on in bewilderment at herself as she worked. She had been transformed into a perfect paper authoring machine.

It was only later that she realised how very Zen the whole experience had become.

Time flowed quickly, and she didn’t look up from her screen until the room suddenly went dark.

Eve had turned off the lights, and, when she had everyone’s attention, she turned them on again.

“Good work, team. We’ve made some great progress today. You can go down to the cafeteria now to get your dinner, then you can bed down on Level 3.”

Everyone got up at once, and walked down the stairs.

They felt released, if only temporarily, and formed up into their usual social groups, and chatted about their lives, pre- and post-papers. All of their current lives were on hold, but nobody seemed to mind.

Their bellies full of food and wine, they trooped up to level three, and washed and changed for bed.

The room where they were to sleep was an as-yet unused ward. The central area had enough mattresses on the floor for everybody, and they were covered with pillows and quilts.

Cassie and Julie took one, and slipped under the covers.

Gabby and Stefan took another bed, Julie noticed with some pleasure.

Anjolie had paired up the redhead and the blonde, Sophie and Jessie.

That’s an unlikely combination, thought Julie, I imagine that there’s a story and a half to tell there.

Everyone in the team had paired up with another.

Snuggling up together, Julie and Cassie held each other close.

Julie felt the presence of every single person in that room, and she knew she loved them all.

They were all working for a common purpose.

Each pair in the room held each other tight, and revelled in the sensations emerging between them all.

Julie began to realise that they were being rewarded.

She kissed Cassie kissed, and they pushed against each other, but then held still as the feeling of pleasurable fascination stole over them.

The pleasure rose, slowly, but steadily, and, for countless minutes, all were held in a limbo between the peak of pleasure, and the crashing orgasm which must end it.

When the final pleasure came, Julie felt it within herself, but she also felt the pleasure of others. She felt their spasms of pleasure reflected into herself. She felt Cassie, gushing, still mawkishly in love with her, but to Julie that was now the sweetest thing, and she was now feeling the same for Cassie.

Gently, and slowly, they were all let down.

They were all linked, they were all of one mind.

As one, they closed their eyes, and drifted into sleep.

Cassie awoke.

It was the middle of the night.

There had been a sound.

The room was full of sleeping bodies, and was almost dark, with only starlight falling through the picture window.

Sitting up, she looked around.

Someone was standing, and was slowly shuffling their way through the sleeping bodies towards the lifts, trying to be quiet, trying not to step on anyone.

When they saw Cassie sit up, they changed direction, and shuffled over.

“Cassie. So you’re awake. I’m glad.

It was Gabby.

“Come with me, I’m going up to the top floor. I want to commune with Eve.

“Come with me, be my witness. Hold me while I open myself up to her.”

Cassie thought she knew what Gabby was talking about. She remembered that brief time in the uni bar, joined across the water to Eve’s mind, ready to surrender, ready to join their minds together.

They both held hands as the lift arrived, Gabby pressed her card against the reader, and they were on their way to the top floor.

Gabby looked a mess.

Her hair was dishevelled, as if she had been tossing and turning all night.

Her eyes were teary, and she looked confused, almost startled.

But she was aroused, she was so very hot.

She pressed herself against Cassie in the lift, held her, and pressed her pudenda against Cassie’s leg, and when Gabby’s nightshirt rode up, Cassie could feel her moisture.

It felt nice.

Cassie allowed Gabbie to push her to the back of the lift, and lifted her knee for her. It felt nice, Gabby so needy, so desperate, pushing herself against Cassie’s leg

Gabby seemed to wake up as the lift arrived on the top floor.

“Sorry, Cassie, sorry. The nights are the worst. I can’t sleep, I just want it all the time.”

Gabby held Cassie’s gaze, still looking desperate, asking permission, so adorable.

She took Cassie by the hand, and pulled her out.

As they walked past the hosts’ room, the hosts, and their milk, lifted their heads, and smiled at them, but did not rise. Gabby and Cassie made their way to the back of the building, to the window which faced the apartment building, and Eve.

“Cassie, I’ve been meeting Eve like this for a while. At the uni bar. Every few days. I can’t live without her.

“It’s been wonderful. She’s wonderful. It’s like an apprenticeship, Eve has so much experience in the ways of the world, and she has been sharing her knowledge with me.

“But I’m changing, Cassie.

“I’ve never been happy in myself. I’ve always been too rigid, too strict. And naïve. I don’t think I’ll ever be truly happy as who I am.

“But I know that I have so much to give.

“I’ve decided to give myself up to Eve, Cassie.

“Stefan doesn’t want me to. He wants everything to remain exactly the same. He thinks everything is perfect the way it is.

“But I’ve made up my mind, Cassie. This is best for us. It is best for Eve.”

Then she whispered to Cassie, as if it were a guilty secret,

“It’s best for the human race.”

Gabby sat down on a couch, staring across the glass, and across at the apartment building, seemingly contemplating her decision.

Cassie joined her, sitting beside her, and broke the silence., questioning her.

“Gabby.

“What, exactly, are you planning on doing?”

Gabby replied, not taking her eyes away from the window.

“She’s in there, Cassie, waiting.

“She’s waiting for me to join her, to become one with her.

“The polymer glass forms a link, it channels consciousness, not just light.

“It makes a channel for joining two souls together.

“I’ve done this before, Cassie, at the uni bar, with Joan.

“You know, Joan, don’t you?

“She’s always loved me. I never realised. I used to be so stupid.

“I’ve linked minds with Eve before, many times, and I’ve learned so much, but I think tonight will be very different.

“I think tonight will be … final.”

“Cassie, I’ve changed since I’ve been joining with Eve. It’s a good change. It’s like she’s a wonderful role model. It’s like getting an education. I’m obsessed, it’s like some kind of inspirational hero-worship.

“But tonight will change me more, I know it.

“It’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done, Cassie, but I’m scared.

“I’m terrified.

“But I want it, Cassie. Even when I had my master I didn’t feel like this. I shared my mind with my master, I let him take control. But this will be different. Eve is different. I could drown in Eve, Cassie, and I don’t think I could ever touch bottom. I don’t know how much of me will survive this.

“But I want it, Cassie, I want it. I want it more than I want my life.

Gabby turned to Cassie then, and looked at her, imploringly.

“Please, Cassie, let me feel you. Please, Cassie. Touch me. Let me feel my own body. Let me feel you with me.

“It might be for the last time.”

Gabby turned to Cassie, lifted up her nightshirt, and spread her legs.

She was making doe eyes. Beautiful.

Cassie knew what Gabby was asking.

Was this disloyal? Of course it was.

But Julie wouldn’t begrudge Gabby this time. Perhaps it was like a rebirth. Perhaps it was a metamorphosis. Perhaps this was Gabby’s last request, like an execution.

Nobody knew what the future would hold.

“All right, love ...” whispered Cassie, and leaned in to give Gabby a kiss on the lips. It was gentle, it was nice, but Cassie could feel the tension in Gabby’s body.

Cassie slipped off the couch and knelt in front, and held her hands under Gabby’s knees, and spread Gabby’s thighs apart a little farther.

In the starlight, they were as white as snow.

Gabby had put on a little weight, and her figure seemed fuller than Cassie remembered.

Cassie’s pubic hair was wispy, and thin, and her vulvae were slight.

But she was hot, and leaking, and ready.

Cassie leaned forward, and put her lips against Gabbie’s nub, squeezing it a little with her lips.

Gabby sighed, and slumped forward a little, pushing against Cassie’s mouth.

Gabby tasted right.

She had been host-form.

She had been remade to always be ready, to be sweet, to be seductive, and so very desirable.

Cassie began to lick, and suckle, falling into an easy rhythm.

They had both been host-form.

Pleasure came easily to them, and their emotions were free, they could embrace pleasure wherever they found it, and enjoy it, knowing that there was a higher purpose than themselves, that they were vessels of change, that they could live knowing that their petty concerns had been left behind in their previous lives.

Cassie enjoyed giving Gabby pleasure, but it soon became more than that. She felt her consciousness lift itself, and she could feel the pressure of her tongue reflected as pleasure in Gabby’s own mind.

Gabby was terrified, Cassie could feel that now, but it was a terror of the unknown, the terror of confronting something so much greater than oneself.

Cassie knew that Gabby was staring across to the hospital and knew when a ray of light emerged from Eve’s window to puncture the darkness. That sensation of vertigo that Cassie had felt in that strange little room above the Uni Bar returned to her, and Cassie again found herself travelling between two buildings, on a light ray, this time as a passenger, piggy-backed on Gabby’s own consciousness.

She was still licking and caressing Gabby’s folds with her tongue, but the pleasure had become a constant, a bass-line to accompany the unfolding events, hardly rising, nor falling, just a constant stream of physical pleasure, and a sensation of closeness to another human being, indistinguishable from love.

Cassie was now in Eve’s room. Gabby was standing in front of Eve, and Cassie behind Cassie.

Again, Eve was dressed in a voluminous black dress, and she was perfect, her skin was clear and smooth, and there was not a single black hair out of place.

Eve was smiling at Gabby, and lifted her arms, and touched her fingertips against Gabby’s temples.

Cassie’s perspective shifted.

She was close to Gabby now, very close, and was able to feel something of the transaction occurring between the pair.

Eve had started to relax Gabby, to pleasure her, to ready her for what was to come.

She was filling Gabby with pleasure and relaxation, draining her tension, draining her terror, and opening her mind.

Eve spoke directly into Cassie’s mind, just as she had done before, all those weeks ago.

“Cassie, I know now that you are not ready. I know that you must help Julie to grow. But share this time with Gabby. Gabby has decided to give herself up to me, to join herself to me. She has a strong mind, Cassie, but a weak body. Help her, Cassie, help her give herself up to me, share this time with her.”

Cassie reached her arms about Gabby , and enfolded her form within her own.

Cassie was in two bodies now, there were two of her. One was here, with Eve and Gabby, sharing the coming moment of bonding, and one was back at the hospital, still between Gabby’s legs, questing with her tongue, providing a physical accompaniment to this exercise of the mind..

The boundaries between all three minds began to dissipate, and Cassie began to feel the thoughts of the others, as if they were her own.

Cassie knew then that Eve was not a woman.

Eve was a container. She was a container that held the souls of countless women. She was an aristocratic family. She was a long lineage, women who had poured their consciousnesses together over generations, mixing their strengths into a potent brew of power, assimilating scores of others into a potent, complex whole. She was a container of souls, a consumer of souls, hungry to assimilate others to add to the strength of her own.

And Gabby was joining herself to them.

Eve leant into Gabby, looked into her eyes, held her around her shoulders, and kissed her with her red, painted, lips, enfolding Gabby’s within her own.

Gabby’s eyes were lidded in pleasure, and she became limp, supported by Eve and Cassie.

Cassie was still split between two bodies.

One still knelt in front of Gabby’s physical form, pleasuring her, enjoying her, giving her a human touch.

The other, incorporeal, but more real in the moment, was pressing Gabby’s spirit against Eve’s body, helping Eve complete this mysterious process.

Eve licked Gabby on the lips, and Gabby opened her mouth, eager, hungry.

Cassie heard Eve’s voice in Gabby’s mind.

“Gabby, you have given yourself freely to me. Let me in, let me take you, let me fill up your fragile shell with my strength.”

Gabby, still conscious, nodded once.

Eve smiled, and her lips sealed around Gabby’s mouth, softly, and gently, but completely.

Eve’s grip around Gabby’s body tightened, and Gabby let Eve into her mouth.

Gabby went quiet, and surrendered, and Cassie felt it begin.

Cassie felt Gabby’s body coming. Gabby leaked into Cassie’s mouth, and Cassie received the evidence of her wracking pleasure.

As she licked, and swallowed, she tasted a trace of Gabby’s essence, her soul, and knew that it had been set free by Eve’s influence, and that Eve was preparing to take Gabby into herself.

She started to taste Eve then, and her power. Eve was so much more than one, and Gabby had no chance of resisting, even were she to want to.

The quivering against Cassie’s tongue continued.

Gabby’s thighs tightened around Cassie’s head, and she thrust against her mouth, and pressed herself into Eve, wanting to be filled, wanting to be overwhelmed.

Cassie knew that Gabby must be coming, continuously, as Eve poured herself into her.

As time passed, all of Gabby’s muscle tone faded, and she became limp in Cassie’s arms.

Gabby had swooned, and was unconscious.

And ripe.

Would she ever be the same?

Eve’s voice in Cassie’s mind drew her back.

“Now, Gabby. Join yourself to me.”

Gabby opened her eyes, and looked at Eve, and nodded in resignation.

Eve opened her robe then, and Cassie knew then that she was not in Eve’s apartment.

She was inside Eve’s mind.

Eve’s apartment was not real, it was just a set piece, a place for Gabby and Cassie to visit while Eve brought Gabby into herself.

For when Eve opened her robe, there was no body beneath, but only an awful, hungry, darkness. It was a total darkness, an absence of any light, and with no heavy velvet to contain it, it squirmed, and quested, and, as it moved towards Gabby, she tried to step away.

But, at the first touch, Gabby’s fear faded. She turned around, and smiled at Cassie, and held out her arms. Cassie embraced Gabby, and felt warm and cosseted as they stepped towards Eve, and Gabby began to sink into the hungry darkness.

It was raw power.

It was the essence of Eve.

Eve was a goddess, and Cassie knew that if she gave of herself, Eve would take her, all of her, and keep her as part of herself forever.

Cassie held on to Gabby for dear life, but she was slowly being drawn into Eve’s centre, being gathered by threads of inky blackness, her soul being dissected by a fatal, spiritual, pleasure, and encouraged to dissipate into Eve’s temple.

But Gabby’s body was being pleasured, too, and Cassie knew then that the pleasure she was giving Gabby with her tongue was a vital part of the whole process. Gabby was orgasming, continually, under Cassie’s mouth, and Cassie was driving Gabby out of her physical body into the core of Eve.

She knew then that it was Eve who had travelled from the stars.

It was Eve who had brought the worms to the Earth

It was Eve who was directing the invasion.

Eve had been born as a spawn of the worms.

And so had Lilli.

Eve was not one, but many, and while her power on Earth had grown, she had assimilated many others, pulling them into herself, and filling them with her own essence, to be controlled, to wield her own influence.

Gabby would be gone as an individual.

Cassie knew that now.

Gabby would be reborn as one more avatar of Eve, one more body to extend Eve’s sphere of influence. Gabby was giving up her own self to join herself to something greater, to make the ultimate sacrifice, to achieve immortality.

Cassie was overcome by the raw power of the transaction, by the hunger and confidence of Eve the predator, by the magnitude of Gabby’s loss.

She could no more stop this process than block the Amazon with her little finger. She had no choice but to keep thrusting with her tongue, willing Gabby onward, willing her to consummate her union with the thing that was Eve.

Cassie could only observe as she felt the swirl of Eve’s consciousness filling up Gabby’s empty frame, Gabby’s own consciousness a small thing, her memories slight compared to those of Eve, and she watched as the last remnants of Gabby slipped away, as all that was Gabby became dilute and dissipated, to join the many that were Eve.

Would she do the same one day? Would she give up her body, her soul, to become somebody that she loved? Would she give up her existence as an individual to become Eve?

Yes.

She would.

She knew she would.

If Eve called, she would come.

Consciousness returned slowly.

Cassie was still between Gabby’s legs, her tongue numb from the constant attention she had given to Gabby’s tender folds.

Gabby put her hands upon Cassie’s hair, and patted her gently.

But it wasn’t Gabby any more, was it?

“Thank you, Cassie.”

It was Gabby’s voice, certainly.

Cassie lifted herself up. Her legs were stiff, and her knees were marked by her long sojourn on the carpet.

It smiled with Gabby’s smile, and moved forward to give Cassie a kiss.

As Cassie looked into its eyes, she could see only Eve. It was Eve, only Eve, pretending to be Gabby.

But Gabby was part of Eve now, and Eve was so much more than a woman.

If Eve wanted to play at being Gabby, she could.

Gabby hugged Cassie, and kissed her on the lips.

“Be calm, Cassie. I’m still here. I’m part of Eve, too, you know. But I’m joined, I’m happy, and I am so much more than I was before.”

But when Gabby held Cassie, the feelings from her first meeting with Eve had returned.

Gabby was a woman of power now.

If she so desired, she would be able to seduce Cassie, as easily as blink, and there was not a thing that Cassie could do about it.

Cassie had always been in love with Eve, and would always be vulnerable to her.

Eve had said that she would not take Cassie.

Not yet.

But If Eve changed her mind, and called Cassie to her side, Cassie knew that she would not be able to refuse.

And what of Julie?

What if Eve wanted Julie?

Would she lose Julie to Eve? Would she be forced to watch as Julie’s mind was subjugated, to join the hive-mind that was Eve?

Would she give Julie to her?

Cassie was horrified at the thought of losing Julie.

But Julie, at least, was safe. She had never been host-form. In all of this, one constant had been Julie’s refusal to engage with the worms.

She had never even visited the hospital before today.

Cassie knew that the mental linkage between Gabby, and Cassie, and Eve, was only possible through some mechanism associated with being host-form.

Telepathy was not possible between human beings, she knew that for sure.

Gabby smiled kindly, and motioned Cassie closer.

She held one arm around Cassie’s shoulders, and pushed her gently down.

Cassie lowered her head onto Gabby’s lap, and stretched out on the couch.

“Don’t worry, Cassie. Enjoy life. Live every day with Julie as if it were your last.”

“The human condition is tragedy, Cassie. All physical forms die, they all turn to dust. Thank every particle in existence for giving you that life, Cassie, and enjoy it while you can.

“But before you die, consider joining with me. It would be an honour to take you in, to hold you, to keep you from harm, to learn all of your secrets. And Julie, too. She could join Lilli, and you could see her every day, and love her every day.

“As a sister.

“As my lover.”

The sense of terror, and the accompanying arousal, slowly dissipated.

The two were comfortable together.

Gabby stroked Cassie’s head, and held her as she drifted off to sleep.

Cassie was so much in love.

With one?

With two?

With many?

It was so hard to know any more.

As the morning sun streamed through the window, Cassie was still in Gabby’s lap.

Gabby had held her through the night, and must have slept still sitting in the couch.

A comforting hand was still placed atop Cassie’s head.

It was so easy to think that it was Gabby still sitting on that couch.

They caught the lift down to the third floor, and everyone was just rousing themselves from sleep.

Gabby shuffled over to hold Stefan and give him a morning kiss, and Cassie was surprised at how normal everything appeared.

Cassie hopped in next to Julie, and held her, and kissed her when she awoke.

Will I tell Julie? Would she understand?