The Political Parasites

As Jessica awoke, a soft glow filled the bedroom of her sister's apartment. She yawned and stretched, feeling rippling Hive tendrils that had worked through her body to attach to her muscles. They gave an extra sense of spark to each stretch and movement. She brushed some hair from her face and looked over at Livia.

Through the night, the eggs must have nested and gestated inside her fully, as her skin seemed to glow with a soft radiance of beauty. Her ribs poked through her torso beneath larger perky breasts and flanked a set of toned abs. And below those...

Oh wow...Jessica thought to herself as she saw the tendril hanging limply out of her sister's pussy. It was wider than her own. And a bit of a darker purple than hers too. It shone with a continual coating of mucus and had a certain aroma to it that just....

The young woman carefully moved across the bed to inspect her sister's "member", taking it in her hand. It felt heavy, and as she moved it, the member began to stiffen with arousal. She moved her mouth to her sister's clit carefully, extending her tongue softly and dabbing at it before softly moving from side to side. Without waking her, Livia's arousal grew.

Jessica felt the tendril get entirely hard in her grasp and knew it was time. She extended a leg over Livia's crotch carefully, and shifting her weight off her hip put her other foot down on the bed into a deep squat. Livia stirred but mumbled something and went right back to her dream.

Positioning the throbbing tendril towards her pussy, she slowly sat down it. Oh God, the feeling! It split her open wide and every inch that slid past her walls was heaven on Earth. Jessica stifled a gasp as she felt the tendril reach deep inside her and curl around her own.

Livia opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry, to see Jessica mounted on top of her, sitting all the way down on her tendril. Her tendril! She could feel it, new muscles and connections to body part she didn't have before, and it was amazing.

Smiling, she tensed the muscles in the purple tentacle and moved it around in an ever so slight circular motion while it was all the way inside of her sister.

"Good morning, Jess," she purred, admiring her sister's nude body as she bounced up and down on her.

As she bounced gleefully on her sister's shaft, Jessica rolled her eyes in pleasure. The worming of tendrils inside her rippling waves of sensation over her. She reached out blindly to feel for her sister's hands until she found them and yanked them to her hips. She was sending a silent message ofharderto Livia as she moaned wantonly.

All the while the mantra ofYou are a good girl. You are a good slut. You will obey. You want to breed,echoed in her mind louder and louder with each thrust.

Livia smiled at her sister, thrusting her tentacle even deeper into her, coaxing even louder moans out of the younger woman. She closed her eyes and just listened to the mantra, letting it wash over her as they fucked, already thinking gleefully of all the members of her staff she'd want to infect today.

"I neeeeeeddd you to breeeed meeeeee!!" Jessica screamed, through a sudden but gushing orgasm. "I neeeeeddd oohhh-ohhhh youuu!"

As her sister came, Livia pumped a few eggs from her womb into hers for good measure, controlling her newly acquired appendages and extended inner organs with ease. The orgasm was also shared between them, as Livia came as well in part due to their mind link. Her thrusting slowed, until finally her hips stopped moving and she lay there, slightly out of breath.

Jessica held a hand to her stomach and smiled, feeling the eggs her sister implanted in her.

"God that just feels so right" she announced, sliding off of Livia's tendril with a wet sucking sound. "Are you feeling the ways the Hive has expanded us to higher lifeforms?"

Livia sat up and stretched, running her hands across her body and feeling her better figure, her augmented breasts and ass, her increased strength, her glowing skin and hair, basking in the joy of it all. "Of course, Jessica. The Hive has improved me, just like it will improve all women." She smiled, knowing the absolute truth of the statement. "Well, we have work to do, don't we?" She withdrew her tendrils back inside of her.

Jessica kissed her sister's forehead. "That we do," she said, heading for the bathroom and turning on the shower, working to fix herself for the day. Jessica began a typical routine of washing and grooming herself, wantonly borrowing things from her sister's bathroom.So, are you cool if I move in here?Jessica thought towards Livia over their Hivemind link.

Livia needed to shower as well anyway, so she joined her sister in there after a few minutes, knowing she'd need to be presentable in her office to be able to infect people like her mentee Claire today. "You can move in here if you'd like, Jess," she replied, aloud. "That way I'd be able to enjoy you all the more often. But of course, I understand if you're busy infecting more women for the Hive."

She laughed in response. "What do you think I'm going to do with myself all day when you're in Congress? Besides upkeep around here."

She took her time sensually washing and conditioning Livia's hair, massaging her sister's scalp and neck, giving a loving touch as they looked over each other's wet bodies. Liv turned around when her hair was done, letting the water rinse it while she kissed her sister on the mouth.

"Good, use this place to infect many... maybe I'll even come home and fuck you both after a long day of... convincing my colleagues at work." She finished and stepped out of the shower, drying herself off with a towel.

Jess turned the shower off not long after Livia left, dried herself, and began looking for breakfast supplies. She settled on cereal for her and fixed a bowl for Livia as well while her sister got dressed. Then she grabbed her phone and started looking for apps to find girls she could get alone or hotspots across the area where she had higher chances of chance encounters with lonely women.

Livia quickly ate the small bowl of cereal, along with some of the leftover Chinese food that the sisters hadn't finished before their sexual adventures the night before, before dressing in a blouse and a black knee-length skirt (no panties, of course, that was part of the dress code for the blissfully infected) and heels, leaving. "Bye Jess!" She called, making her way down to her car and into her office in Congress.

As Livia made her way through the traffic of D.C. and into the parking garage of the Capitol building, her phone began buzzing incessantly. Something about having a constituent waiting at her office and her staff being yelled at. As she walked down the hall to her office, she passed by one name in particular: McBride. She peered in and didn't see any movement in her rival Congresswoman's office yet. Approaching her own office she could see two figures. Facing away from her in an expensive light blue business suit was a familiar blonde with an unforgettable ass. And facing towards her was her newest member of her team, bright and perky like she was every morning.

Claire O'Leary was an enthusiastic Harvard PoliSci graduate working her first job as one of Poole's staffers. Born and raised a real Boston townie, she didn't take any crap from anyone and was always ready to speak her mind. This, while being a trait that Livia loved and appreciated, it has gotten her in trouble before and would have stifled her career if she hadn't been so damn smart. Her attitude and knowledge of the mechanics and relationships of D.C. is why she had hired her in the first place, and she really had a promising career ahead of her.

Ms. Poole recognised the woman facing away from her from her impressive behind, she was Victoria Blankenship, the wife of a wealthy donor to Livia's campaign. She had acted as an indirect messenger of what her husband, the CEO of one of the world's largest hedge funds, expected in return for his financing her political career. She knew how to play politics and play the game, when to be arm candy and when to be a ruthless emissary of her husband. Mrs. Blankenship strode through life with the knowledge she was in a marriage of power and not of love, so neither of the couple though anything of the other having some fun with strangers so long as it didn't come to the public light. But still, she loved her life of luxury and power plays.

In terms of looks, Blankenship had golden blonde hair, but a close look at her roots revealed it was dyed. Her eyes were blue and she had a sharp nose and chin, striking but beautiful facial features. Despite being the wrong side of 40, beauty operations and the best products that money could buy had kept her skin mostly without wrinkles. Her body was also augmented, with large fake breasts and a behind that you could see was huge even through the most modest of business clothing.

Livia, up until last night, had not been particularly happy about the situation of being politically backed by a large CEO, a political connection that had thankfully not been in the news too much, as it was something she was ashamed of. But several years ago, she had been in a bind, and Mr. Blankenship was there to help her ascend the ladder, a deal with the devil she made with the goal of helping women all throughout the US.

Today, though, the assimilated Livia was happy that such an influential woman had decided to come visit her. She would have to change her planned infection schedule, but it would be worth it to claim such an important asset for the Hive.

"Hiya boss," Claire announced as Poole reached them, clearly relieved at her boss' arrival, signalling the siege of complaints was nearing an end.

Turning around, Victoria Blankenship met Livia's approach with a cool and demanding stare. "I expect you can guess why I'm here," she stated in her slight southern accent.

Striding towards the older woman, Livia gave Claire a quiet, "hi," already looking forward to turning her. But first, there was someone else who demanded her immediate attention. She folded her hands in front of her and smiled diplomatically. "Mrs. Blankenship, of course I know why you're here." Holding out a hand and pointing to her conveniently lockable office, she added, "Shall we talk this out in private?" She barely held off the triumphant smirk from painting itself all over her face.

Holding her nose out in the air as she entered the Congresswoman's office first, Victoria took a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk and crossed her legs, pulling briefs out of her large purse and beginning to peruse them.

Livia shut the door behind her, locking it quietly so they wouldn't be disturbed. Luckily enough the walls of a congresswoman's office were thick, to stop eavesdropping, which also suited Livia's infectious purposes very well.

She sat down herself on her leather desk chair, pussy exposed beneath her desk as she opened her legs. Already her powerful pheromones were being secreted into the air, hopefully making it towards Victoria's nose, as had been done to her by her sister yesterday. "Well, Mrs. Blankenship. Why don't you tell me exactly what I can do for you today."

Without looking up from the files, Mrs. Blankenship took a deep unwitting sigh and began.

"Well, for starters, you voted against my husband's directions on the banking regulation bill yesterday. And I see you're co-sponsoring a tax rewrite that would see our business losing millions. My first question for you is: do you think we're above replacing a little nuisance like you? It would be cheaper for us to finance any of your competition a year from now than to let you keep going on the way you are."

At that final sentence Victoria looked up, her piercing eyes drilling into Livia's without blinking.

Livia smiled at her tenacity. Yes, she'd be a powerful asset for the Hive. Leaning forward, she replied, "Mrs. Blankenship, I thought I made it clear at the beginning of our... relationship that I wasn't going to be able to vote in your direction on everything, that I'd only be able to slightly push the party towards your interests subtly, and more importantly, slowly. I would have expected a little more tact and patience than a storming into my office so loudly and publicly."

She matched her gaze with her own piercing blue eyes, and she could almost feel her pheromones wafting towards Victoria, imagining them piercing her nostrils and reaching her brain.

But the wealthy woman wouldn't be so easy to crack. Victoria gave a curt chuckle. "Slightly push the party? You're actively leading the charge against us. Or trying to. Your influence during sessions is middling at best, and well below that of your predecessors. You may have a cute smile that makes women think you're friendly and frat boys want to roofie your drink, but that hasn't worked in these halls, little girl." The quip about roofies almost sounded sharp enough to paint an image of how men must have treated Victoria all her life, and it made Livia feel sorry for her for a second.

That second passed quickly, as Poole was growing impatient, tiring of the woman's mouthing off. She sighed and got up from her chair, sitting on the desk with her legs crossed, hoping the aphrodisiac would be more effective from close range. Either that or a forceful attack, if it came to it. Blankenship wasn't leaving this room without becoming one of them.

"Victoria. You know you really make me wonder, do you ever use your mouth for anything else than talking? I'm not sure you do, and in that case I'm not quite sure I understand why Mr. Blankenship keeps you around.... You make all these threats, but all I think it means is that you want me. Does my cute smile get you going, Victoria? Perhaps it's you that wants to, how did you put it?Roofie my drink?"

Livia couldn't help but enjoy this, the power the parasite had given her, the confidence she had in the knowledge that the woman across from her was powerless against all her new gifts.

Victoria's eyes widened in shock at being spoken to like this before her brow knit in a scowl. Among this, Poole noticed just the faintest dilating of her pupils when questioned about any attraction she felt towards her. She had never felt that way about any woman. And she kept her husband happy! Except when he was off in the Caribbean again. Or on business trips. Or corporate retreats. Or when she was out of town like now....

Victoria rose to her feet, her arms bristling with rage at her sides as she made a point to stand over Livia. "You watch your tongue, you contemptuous whore! You may be lezzing out with the other spineless cheerleaders in Congress, but I'd never scissor a dyke like you!"

Clearly Livia had hit several nerves with her. Mrs. Blankenship stared silently at Livia expecting a reaction other than her cool taunting, knowing she couldn't be the first one to break eye contact. Even if her opponent had the morning rays illuminating her hair as it peaked over the buildings and into their private sparring match. Or if the congresswoman's blouse seemed to cut a bit deeper with cleavage than before. Or if she noticed some kind of sweet distracting aroma coming from somewhere...

The politician regarded the older woman calmly, amused at her over the top reaction. Compensating for the urges and thoughts she was already having. With the door locked and the walls mostly soundproof, Livia decided to be bold. "You wouldn't?" She asked seductively, uncrossing her legs and putting one heeled foot on her desk, showing her slimy pussy clearly to Victoria, the oh so sweet smell wafting towards her even stronger. "Come on, now Victoria, don't kid yourself. Come here."

Victoria was stunned. Speechless. She had seen every negotiating tactic known to man before, but Harvard business school had never gone over being sexually harassed as a power play. Let alone by a gorgeous younger woman. Wait, what did she just think?

Victoria began took two steps to tower over Livia in her stilettos and smack her but froze just as she was about to wind up. She'd found the source of the smell. And as she looked down at the younger woman's tight pink pussy, Victoria began wondering why she never tried to experiment with women back in college. Why she was always so intent on letting men treat her one way or another just to get ahead?

With a startling realization, she felt a small damp feeling in her crotch and a slight pooling of drool in her mouth. She swallowed and tried to say something, anything!

Livia recognised that she had ensnared her prey, seeing her stop in her tracks, staring at her exposed cunt, even starting to salivate a little. How cute, Victoria would be hers. Not that that had ever been in doubt since the second they'd stepped into this room together.

She pushed off from the desk, standing back up, taking the initiative and kissing Victoria on the mouth, her tongue exploring the older woman's mouth eagerly as she pulled her closer by the waist and grabbed her big ass.

For Victoria, her mouth was filled with a sweet taste, clouding her mind and feeding the fire of her arousal. She tried to scream in protest, but it came out as a sultry moan into Livia's mouth. She tried to pull away but only managed to grind her crotch into Livia's hip and when she tried to push her, her hands fell right to her soft, rounded breasts. Mrs. Blankenship's head started to get a little fuzzy, not realizing she was kissing back and groping Livia as if she was an eager young co-ed again, like all those years ago.

Grinned back at Victoria as she tried to push away, Poole returned into the kiss, this time with a little bit of her tendril joining the party. Her hands gave Victoria's huge behind another squeeze before they went to undo her the bottoms of her pantsuit, allowing her to roll them down. Her pussy tendrils emerged, slowly moving towards Victoria and making contact with her clit.

"Augh!" Victoria gasped with very little dignity as the pussy tendril began assaulting her sensitive clitoris and her mouth was stuffed at the same time. How was Livia doing this? How was such a goddess capable of stealing her breath away and touching her in all the right places at once? Did she have extra hands? Did all women feel this good? Why had nothing ever felt so right, so natural in all her life as this?

Victoria thrust her hips forward, praying that whatever Livia was doing down there would soon penetrate her. Claim her. Free her from her life of being talked down to, abused, and dismissed.

Livia felt the older woman's hips come towards her invitingly, so she pushed her tendrils even further forward, penetrating Victoria deeply. It was nice to know that she was starting to want it, even though she would have fucked and converted her either way.

Even more of the purple tendril entered Victoria's mouth via Livia's, giving her even more of the sweet, aphrodisiac slime that she was already beginning to crave. All the while the tentacle from her cunt fucked Mrs. Blankenship, and she used her hands to fondle her bare ass and her tits under her blouse.

Her counterpart was lost in ecstasy as she was fucked in her pussy and mouth at the same time. She didn't know how. She didn't care. She felt something wet getting on her clothes and began pulling everything off of her as quickly as she could. Within moments, she was naked, lying back in Livia's guest chair as the congresswoman pressed into her, claiming her. Victoria's legs and arms wrapped around Livia as tightly as she could, trying to guide her movements with her needs. She could no longer tell when she ended, and Livia began but she didn't care; she never wanted this feeling to end.

Livia was straddling her as she fucked her in two holes with her tendrils. This was already going so quick, but it was good. Less chance of getting caught, less suspicious questions about the length and nature of the meeting.