Invasion, Part 1
The Pindira World-Shaper completed its six-hundred year journey to Sol with an approach that aligned with the system’s plane of the ecliptic. It positioned itself behind the system’s largest gas giant, placing the latter between it and its target — the third planet outward from the star, which was to be the Pindira’s next agricultural planet.
Once in a jovian-stationary orbit, World-Shaper — a living thing — split its mass. Eighty percent remained in orbit and began work on the gigantic hypergate that would bring the Pindira to this system in seconds instead of centuries.
The other twenty percent was Planet-Former, the ancient, tried and true artificial life form and AI that had conquered thousands of planets for the Pindira. It fell downward, into the inner system toward the third planet, already absorbing the electro-magnetic chatter of that globe’s primary intelligent species and considering various bio-invasion strategies. Planet-Former approached by stealth, keeping the planet’s single moon between it and the blue and white globe. Then it slipped into a high geostationary orbit and as intended went undetected.
Over several days Planet-Former absorbed the collective knowledge of the dominant species, humans, a bipedal hominid race. The humans had conveniently placed that knowledge on an unsecured worldwide computer network, so Planet-Former had a lot of biological data on humanity before it even began to strategize, but the human state of biological science was so primitive that it needed more. So it sent several probes down to remote areas where they found, consumed, and analyzed individual humans and transmitted the results before self-destructing.
Hmm. Humans. Sexually dimorphic, pair-bonding with both limited monogamy or polyamory depending on conditions. Female carries the young in a womb... mating is a conscious act and it uses the pleasure centers of their brains... there was same-sex mating for pleasure and evolutionary benefit... the brain chemistry supports intense ideation and behavior modification... yes, this was good. It could work with this.
Four days later Planet-Former launched a single bio-pod toward the west coast of a medium-sized continent, aiming the pod to land just north of a major population center. It didn’t send more because it had learned over time that multiple launches were multiple failure points. But it didn’t think failure was likely here — it had confidence in this design.
And its confidence was well placed, because with that launch humanity was doomed. Not to die, not completely, but far, far worse.
On a bright and sunny Tuesday morning in June, Carol Cross woke at 9AM, just an hour after her mother had left. Twenty-five years old and a chemist at Palimed Inc, Carol was at her parent’s house in Santa Barbara for a the weekend. She loved her parent’s isolated home out in the woods. She loved her home town with its warm sunlight and clean air off the ocean, so different from L.A.
She dressed in denim shorts and a gray tank-top and then went into the bathroom to put herself together for the day. She brushed her blonde shoulder-length hair, applied some light makeup, and looked herself over in the mirror — tall, with breasts a bit large for her frame, and in good shape, she was happy with her appearance. The men she’d dated over the last few years certainly had been. She considered going back to the guest room for a little fun with some toys she’d brought, but thought better of it — her Mom was showing houses and could be back any time.
She made herself some coffee and was seated at the kitchen counter reading the L.A. Times on her tablet, when she smelled something like... cinnamon? Coffee? It seemed to be coming from outside. She rose, walked to the large sliding glass door that led out to the garden, and opened it.
Oh God, the smell! It was glorious — a smokey mixture of spices she didn’t recognize, so earthy and sweet. She had to find where it was coming from. She scanned the fenced in back yard and spied something black and purple on the ground, in the far right corner. She walked toward it, the odor increasing with every step — it was heady and wonderful. Intoxicating.
There was a hole in the fence, and lying just inside the yard was a lump the shape of a loaf of bread, only larger, about two feet long and a foot high. It was the source of that heavenly smell and it was beautiful, covered in glistening black slime threaded through with purple and green veins that pulsed slowly. Some distant part of Carol’s mind knew she should find it disgusting and even horrifying, but she just didn’t see it that way — it was so beautiful in its roundedness, and the way the ichor glistened in the morning sun and the delightful veins pulsing meant it was full of life.
She knelt down beside the Planet-Former’s pod. “Well, hello there,” she said. And then tentatively reached out and ran her index finger across the top of it. It was soft and spongy, and her finger picked up a glob of black slime as she trailed its tip across the surface. She held her finger up and looked at the black goo dripping down it, and then without thinking popped her finger into her mouth.
“Oh...ahhh...oh!...” Bliss...overwhelming spiritual bliss. Happiness on a level she’d never felt before. Peace and contentment went right to her center, right to the heart of her. As Planet-Former’s nanites melted on her tongue her mind expanded, her sense of ego dissolved, and she was rocked with an almost religious joy.
No, not almost. She’d found God. She would do anything to protect this... Master. Her Master. Anything. She’d die before she let it be hurt, she’d kill anyone who tried to hurt it. Being allowed in its presence, being allowed to protect it was a gift and an honor. Then her brain buzzed with nanite communication and she realized that the Master had another gift to give. Her hands went to her waist; she quickly unbuttoned her denim shorts, shoved them down to her ankles along with her pink panties, and stepped out of them. She shucked off her tank top.
She laid down on the wet grass, parted her legs, and placed her vulva with its neatly shaved blonde landing strip just inches from the Master. It wants to put something inside me... She smiled; she’d love that. She knew on some level she was being controlled, that she was being made to like the idea. She knew it was going to implant something inside her. A parasite, she suddenly thought. It wanted to implant a parasite in her. She knew she should feel horror, should be running away, but instead she was happy. She wanted to spread her legs for her Master and host its young; it’s what she was for, after all. Her reason for existing. To serve.
She pinched and squeezed her breasts; she could feel wetness dripping from her cunt. Cunt, pussy... I’ve never thought like that... But the crude words seemed right, seemed true. Her body was for her Master. She wasn’t a person, she had no dignity. She was to be used. Used... Yesss... Pleasure coursed through her brain at the thought. I obey my Master. I obey.
She reached down and rubbed her already engorged labia — Yes, a parasite inside me, attached to my uterus like a leech. Growing into me. Ohh! She quivered in pleasure at the thought and pressed down on her clit, rubbing it hard. I want to be infected. I want it to feed off me. I can imagine it inside me pulsing, growing, using my blood... Oh God! Oh God! Her body shuddered with an intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on...
A minute later as the pleasure subsided she looked up at the sky and smiled — time for her new life. She parted her legs more and felt cool air on her wetness. “Please,” Carol said out loud, reaching down with two hands and spreading her labia. “Please Master, I want to host your parasite. Put it in me.” She orgasmed again at the words, spontaneously, without stroking or rubbing; she felt so carnal and nasty but at the same time happy and so complete, knowing she’d serve by growing a new master inside her. “Use me Master, infect me!”
There was a wet sticky sound as a seam appeared lengthwise across the top of the alien pod. It opened like a wound, dark ichor running down its sides, and a long, wet, purple tentacle flopped out of it. The tentacle was about two inches thick and at least thirty inches long; it ended in an almost human-appearing darker purple glans and the whole thing looked for all the world like a massive prehensile cock dripping with black slime. It stayed attached to the pod at its base, but most of its length fell away and flopped around on the grass, with the tip searching, seeking.
Carol eagerly reached out, grabbed the tentacle, and placed its head at her entrance. It edged forward, slowly touching her, probing. She spread her legs wider, as wide as she could, and pulled her labia and vagina open even more. Oh please, oh please! And then it drove home, thrusting several inches up into her at once and she gasped — she’d never taken anything so big before, but it felt full and satisfying. Wonderful.
The Master slowly began to fuck her, going further up with each movement. With every thrust Carol orgasmed more than ever had in her life; electric sparks danced in front of her eyes and her entire pelvis jerked with spasms of pleasure. This went on for minutes and Carol’s body rocked as one long orgasm after another washed over her in waves. They ebbed and flowed and she reached peaks that were beyond anything she’d ever thought she could feel. She continued to massage her breasts, pulling on them hard and pinching her nipples. The Master continued to fuck her, but slightly faster, at least ten inches of it sliding easily in and out of her. Then she felt it hit her cervix and remain still. “Yes, Master, yes,” she said breathlessly as she laid back and stared up the sky, her heart filled with joy. “I’m ready now.”
Inside her the tentacle’s glans extruded an ovipositor that quickly found her cervix, pierced it, and flowered open. Then a round, gelatinous worm came out. It swam in place, twisting, turning, seeking, and then attached to her uterine wall Carol arched her back and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Literally every nerve in her body pulsed with ecstatic pleasure, something that would not have been possible without the alien nanites transmitting nerve impulses in addition to her own. “Ahhhh!” She screamed. “Ahhh, uhhhh, AHH!! AHHH!!!” And she thrashed around on the lawn, her entire body convulsing with orgasms literally more intense than any human being had ever experienced.
When it was done a few minutes later the tentacle withdrew from her with a squelch and receded back into the pod, which sealed up. Carol rolled on her side and curled into a ball, still shivering with pleasure. I’m so lucky to have been taken, to have been chosen. As she laid there and her breathing slowed, nannites released by the parasite flooded her body and suddenly she knew things—all the Master’s abilities, some of which were now hers as well, along with its plans to conquer and transform the earth, to prepare it for their makers. Strategies and tactics from thousands of planetary conquests filled her mind.
A few minutes later she stumbled, still naked, from the backyard into the living room, her back covered with grass stains and her hair tangled and messy. She walked slowly down the hall into her room and then the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and blinked. A disheveled young blonde woman stared back at her, one so very different from this morning. She smiled at her reflection, luxuriating in the thought of being enslaved, in love with the idea of serving her Master. It made her happy and filled with contentment. She looked down and cradled her belly where a new master grew; it would take eleven months for it to gestate and be born, and after that she’d get another right away. She would be birthing Masters for years. I will help my Master infect everyone I know, she thought happily.
At that thought her hand drifted down and she slid two fingers into her wetness and stroked herself. That’s so fucking hot — betraying my friends and family, watching the Master enslave them, watching it fuck them and infect them... She made herself stop — for now she had to get in the shower. Mom would be home soon.
Beth Cross pulled her Mercedes into the driveway and stopped the car. She grabbed the bag from Gelsons with the Cobb Salads she’d bought for her and Carol and stepped out onto the pavement. It was such a lovely day! She shown two houses out in Hope Ranch and she was pretty sure the second one would be a sale — she just had to finesse it. She wore a blue pleated Donna Karan skirt with a white blouse. At forty-five she did pilates and weights three times a week; her stomach was still flat and her muscles were toned. Sure, she’d found some gray in her light brown hair recently, and she was a touch bigger than in college, when she’d been on the Division One volleyball team. But she liked the way her hips and bust had flared out a bit in middle-age. I am a mother, after all, she thought.
And Carol was back for a few days before beginning her European adventure! She loved her daughter very much; they were much alike — the same dry sense of humor, the same positive way of looking at the world. Her girl had grown into a fine young woman.
Beth walked into the house to find Carol sitting at the kitchen counter wearing her white bathrobe and reading her tablet, with a coffee mug in front of her. Beth’s daughter turned in her seat and smiled.
“Hi Mom,” she said.
“Hi Honey.” Beth kissed Carol on the top of the head and walked around the counter in to the kitchen proper.
“I made coffee,” said Carol, as she returned to reading the tablet.
“Perfect!” said Beth, and reached for the pot. She poured herself a cup. “Hectic morning,” she continued and busied herself adding almond milk and splenda. “Two showings and pushy buyers, but I think I’m going to move the four bedroom.” She smiled as she raised the cup to her lips and took a long sip. The coffee was delicious — smokey and with a bit of spice that she couldn’t place. She took a longer sip and found herself drinking almost the whole cup.
“Whoa, Mom!” said Carol with a laugh. “You’re going to get wired. I’ve never seen you chug coffee before.”
“Yes, I usually don’t. But this was so good!”
“I’m glad you liked it. So tell me about this sale? Any obstacles?”
“Well the house will fly though the inspection. My concern is the casita — it’s small, only one bedroom...” Beth went on describing the sale, but after a minute or so she lost concentration because she was staring at her daughter. She always thought Carol was beautiful, but she’d never realized just how beautiful — her corn-yellow hair, her blue eyes, the line of her neck, her cleavage and the curve of her breasts beneath her robe, so lovely...
“Mom, are you okay?” Carol asked. “You’re staring at me.”
Beth shook her head as if to clear cobwebs from it. “Yes, I... Sorry, I just. I love you so much baby. I was just noticing how beautiful you are.”
Carol took the compliment in stride. “Well thanks. I think you’re beautiful too. Come with me to the TV room.”
Well that was a bit abrupt. “But what about the food I brought?”
“TV room,” Carol said firmly, and walked through the wide kitchen doors into the large room where the family spent most of its time. Beth dutifully followed. Carol plunked down in a floral green armchair and pointed at the identically upholstered couch opposite it. “Sit there,” she told her mother in a friendly tone that was nevertheless a command.
Beth walked to the couch and sat down. Why am I just doing what she says? she thought. It was puzzling because normally no one pushed Beth Cross around, but this seemed right. This is how it should be. Wait, what?
“Honey, something’s wrong,” she said.
“What is that?” Carol replied as she sat back and untied her robe’s belt.
“I... I’m feeling things. I’m... you... I’ll do whatever you tell me to... I don’t understand! I’m having thoughts that aren’t mine... I don’t know what’s happening!” Beth’s voice rose in fear.
“Yes,” Carol said with a smile. “I’m loving it.”
Beth looked at her grinning daughter, aghast, fear turning to panic. She started to rise.
“Sit down,” said Carol. Beth sat. “Don’t speak unless you’re answering me and don’t raise your voice when you do.” Beth had to obey, she didn’t know why but she did. She put her hands in her lap, her whole body trembling.
”The Master lets me make my own thralls, Mom, and you are the first.” Carol smiled widely. “Just a bit of wetness from my pussy, placed in the coffee. I did it so that even if you’re infected you’ll be subordinate to me. I am the Master’s first — I am Prime.”
“The... Master? I don’t understand.”
“That doesn’t matter. You don’t matter. But don’t worry, I’ll ask you some questions to see if you’re more useful uninfected, and if you’re not, I’ll let the Master take you.”
“What... what are you talking about?” Tears welled in Beth’s eyes.
“An alien slug crawled into our back yard and fucked me. It implanted a parasite in me. If you are lucky soon you will have one too.”
Was Carol insane? “I can’t believe—“
“—what you believe doesn’t matter. You belong to me, you stupid cunt. And call me Mistress.”
“Yes...Mistress.”
“You should see your face right now, Mom. You’re terrified — think about it. Know it. I’ve been corrupted and enslaved, and I love it. I’m going to give you to my Master, an alien thing. All your hopes for life will disappear. No retirement, no grandchildren — just your belly filled with a blood sucking worm growing inside you, feeding off you. And Mom? That will make me so happy!”
Beth began to cry aloud, sobs wracking her body. But she didn’t raise her voice — she’d been ordered not to.
“Oh yes, that’s it. Wonderful. Cry, Mother, cry. Do you know anyone with power?”
“Power?” replied Beth, though her tears.
“Power,” said Carol. “Political power like the mayor or a senator or something. Power as in force, like the Chief of Police or an Army officer. Money power, like a CEO. Anyone who controls a lot of people or things.”
“I... I’ve sold homes to a lot of CEOs and Hollywood types,” Beth replied, her sobbing subsiding a bit. She had to be calmer to answer, and she’d been ordered to answer. “Also, Liz’s husband is a spy, I’m not sure with what agency, but she told me that a few years ago.”
“Liz? Your college friend from New York?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Her husband is a spy?”
“Yes, he supposedly has a State Department job, but she told me that he actually does intelligence work. That’s how she phrased it.”
Carol was thoughtful. “Intelligence. Hmm. That might be the place to start. We’ll make up a reason for you to fly back east and you can enslave her there, and then her husband, and we’ll see how they can help. So you will need to be infected.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The tears kept flowing down Beth’s face — she had no idea what Carol was talking about, but this was a nightmare. A sick, cruel, nightmare where her sweet daughter was evil and somehow controlling her. Aliens? Parasites? She sat, waiting quietly to react to the next thing Carol said but inside she was almost blind with fear.
Carol lounged back and pulled her robe open, exposing her naked body. Her breasts were starkly pale in contrast to her light tan; her nipples were erect and her pubic hair was a vertical strip of reddish-blonde hair. “You can write down the names of those CEOs later, but for now?.” She widened her legs lewdly, dropped her hand to her vulva, and began gently rubbing it in small circles with three fingers flattened together, openly masturbating in front of her mother. “Tell me what turns you on, Mom. Things you never tell anyone, your secrets.”
Beth had to answer. She couldn’t stop herself. “When I visit Liz in New York we have sex.”
Carol smiled as her hand continued its motion. “You’re bisexual, Mom? You cheat on Dad?”
Beth nodded. “Yes, I’ve kept it a secret my whole life. I met Liz our freshman year, we were roommates, and we were having sex within days. We love each other but we both wanted families, wanted family life, and we both like men too. So we just get together every few months and pretend they’re shopping weekends.”
Carol’s hand moved faster. “You kiss her...you eat pussy...”
“Yes, Mistress, I do.” Beth felt oddly proud to say it out loud. She never had before.
“You fuck her... you make her come... Oh! Ahhh!” Carol thrashed around in the chair, shuddering — it was surreal. Beth was watching her daughter orgasm. She felt horror, but she realized with surprise that some part of her was also aroused as Carol’s lithe young body shuddered with pleasure.
Carol stilled and her breathing slowed. Her eyes stayed closed and she remained reclined and relaxed, her head back and her hand still languidly moving between her legs. The musk of female arousal, of female wetness, filled the air. “Have you been with anyone else, Mom?” she asked.
“I had an affair with my personal trainer a few years ago.”
Beth’s hand stopped; she opened her eyes and looked at her mother. “Tell me. ”
“Chloe. She was so athletic, so trim and tight. I loved seeing her face when she... you know. And she loved my vagina. She called it her MILF magnolia.”
Carol kept eye contact. “I want you to use direct, crude words about sex from now on, Mom. Be dirty. I like it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Lean back,” said Carol with a throaty purr. “Pull your skirt up, show me your panties.”
“Yes Mistress.” Miserable, Beth lifted her backside off the couch and pulled her skirt and slip up to her waist, exposing her light blue panties, and sat back down.
“Open your legs wider, Mom. Touch yourself through your panties.” Carol said, her breathing increasing again as she stroked herself faster. She stared intently at Beth. “And tell me things. Tell me the nastiest sexual things you fantasize about, the things that get you hot that you’re most of ashamed of.”
Beth had to obey. She widened her legs and dropped one hand to her crotch and slowly masturbated. “I... think about seducing my co-worker Amy. She’s so cute. Her small breasts, her cute butt. I want her. I imagine her head between my legs, me teaching her what to do. I think about using my hand on her, seeing her face when she comes...” Beth’s tears slowed as the dirty talk started to get to her — she couldn’t help it. She had to say her darkest fantasies out loud and they were shameful but also arousing. “I want a stranger to dominate me, a man I just met in the store or on the street... we don’t speak, he just knows what to do. He spins me around and pushes me against the wall, pushes my dress up, and fucks my ass...” Carol looked puzzled as she spoke, as if she was just discovering something, just figuring it out.
Carol slumped down in her chair, smiled, and widened her knees. “Come here, Mom. You know what to do.”
Beth slid off the couch and crawled toward her daughter. Carol’s sex glistened with wetness. Beth settled to her knees, placed her hands on Carol’s thighs, and realized she wasn’t afraid anymore. As Beth lowered her mouth to Carol’s mons she stared up her daughter’s body, past her tight abdomen and her firm young breasts, and met her daughter’s eyes. She maintained eye contact as she tasted Carol’s silky, salty smoothness. Yes, she thought happily. Yesss...
This was her new reality, Beth realized — she was Carol’s property. And that was right and good and as it should be. She would serve and obey her daughter. Serve and obey. Physically and sexually. She lifted her head and looked into her offspring’s bright blue eyes. “I understand now,” she said “I’m... I’m yours, baby, I’ll do anything. Anything. You can do me with a strap-on if you want—I’d like that. We can have a threesome with anyone you want and you can take videos. You can get a group of men, strangers, and they can all fuck me without protection. I’ll do it all, the dirtiest things, the most depraved, just tell me and I’ll do them for you. I’ll seduce anyone you tell me to, I’ll fuck anyone you say.” Beth blinked and realized it went beyond sex, beyond morality. “Or kill them. Do you want me to kill someone? I will. Just tell me who. I’ll do anything for you honey.”
“Yes, Mom, you’ll do all those things. You’re my slave.”
“Yes I am. Thank you for enslaving me, honey.” There were no more tears now, only the joy of service, of being owned. And of lust. Beth went back to licking and happily tongued her child’s clit. She dropped one hand between her legs, reached inside her panties, slid two fingers into her now soaking pussy, and plunged them in and out. I obey, thought Beth happily, and then made it three fingers and went faster. Her body shuddered as her hand’s rhythm matched her tongue’s. I obey!
“Yes!” said Carol, bucking in her chair. “Yes!” And as Beth and her daughter came together, their screams echoed through the house.
Fifteen minutes later in the backyard Carol kneeled beside her mother. Beth was on her back, naked, her large, pale white breasts gleaming in the sun. Her legs were splayed wide and the Master rested on the grass between them. Her mother gazed up at her daughter adoringly as Carol traced a finger across the top of the Master and picked up a glob of slime.
“Open your mouth, Mom.” Beth obligingly did so and Carol dropped the black goo on her tongue. Beth’s inhaled sharply, and then her face broke into a smile. Tears of joy welled in her eyes.
“Oh, honey, thank you! I...ah...now I know! I need to be infected. I want it!” There was a wet ripping sound as the Master peeled open; watery slime flowed down its sides and its tentacle flopped out. Carol plucked the dark pseudo-phallus off the grass and guided its purple mushroom head to her mother’s opening. Beth, with an expression of rapt bliss, reached down with both hands and parted her lips. “I want to carry a parasite — it’s what I’m for. It’s —“ The Master’s slime-coated tentacle-cock slithered into Beth’s cunt. Her mother’s eyes went wide. “OH MY GOD!!! OH GOD!!”
Carol watched with profound happiness as her Master fucked her mother. The slime-covered purple shaft moved with a steady rhythm, going deeper with every stroke, and Beth cried out as her body shook with waves of orgasms, one after the other. The Master went faster, going even deeper, and when it was buried deep inside — dear God, almost a foot! — it became still.
“Yes,” said Beth, breathing heavily. “Yes Master, use my body. Infect me!” And then the tentacle pulsed as it injected a parasitic worm into Beth’s womb. As the worm implanted Beth jerked and spasmed like an epileptic, her cries rising to a guttural screaming ecstasy as she experienced orgasms only a Master could bestow. It was a blessed and holy thing to watch.
And it was not the last holy thing today. Soon Carol’s father would be home, and he would be welcomed with open arms.