The Political Parasites

"Representative Poole? I wanted to see if you were free for our daily morning rundown. Is everything ok?"

It was Whitney Jones, Livia's chief of staff asked through the crack in the door, another woman whom she greatly admired. Having had a child already at 18 and raised her all by her lonesome, Jones had still managed to carve herself a career in the shark-infested waters that were D.C., and now 37, she was the best Chief of Staff that Poole could have wished for. Despite putting her all into her job and being the top of the pack, she still found time to raise her now 19-year-old, put her through college and above and beyond all that, was in the gym all the time and stayed in immaculate shape.

Whitney had Mediterranean blood in her, sporting a slightly darker skin tone and raven black her and striking dark eyebrows above her slanted, cat-like hazel eyes. Due to her constant workouts, her body was lean and toned with a plump ass and small but perky breasts for her age, a fine figure she was. A figure that Livia now found herself admiring and couldn't wait to bring into the fold.

Even through the small gap in the door, Whitney smelled what must have been a strong perfume coming from the room, a mix of scents that she couldn't quite place. "New body spray?" She asked, cocking the one eyebrow visible through the crack.

Livia saw an opportunity to recruit a second key member within the first hour of her business day, efficiency that anyone would have been proud of. Plus, with two infected women, overpowering Mrs. Jones would be trivial.

"Whitney, come on in for our rundown." Smiled Livia. "Victoria has asked to sit in, if you don't mind." She allowed her CoS to step past her, locking the door behind her once more.

Victoria just managed to slip on her blue pump right as Whitney entered the room. She gave a soft smile of innocence as the woman strode in the room. She also felt tendrils working their way through her womb and stomach, gestating into shafts that would soon be ready to provide their own eggs. Her body was still changing, not rapidly enough to engage with Livia's plan to infect Whitney here and now, but enough to begin releasing her own pheromones and maybe get the alien mucus into Whitney's orifices.

As Whitney crossed the floor of the office and settled into a chair in front of the Congresswoman's desk, she stared down the hedge fund manager's wife. She had heard about the disruption and trouble she had caused this morning and chalked it up to yet another tirade that Mrs. Blankenship had wrought on behalf of her husband in the Capitol building. She sure lived up to her reputation, that one did.

"At eight, you have your Ways and Means subcommittee duties, we should leave for that right after this. That should last us until lunch, where you have a photo op set up with a girl scout troop from your hometown. I have your speech for that already printed out here..." she placed the speech on the desk and realized both women were looking at her intently with an almost expectant excitement. But Whitney's intuition said it wasn't for her rundown...

Livia looked her CoS up and down hungrily. For a woman with a stressful job and a family, she really did keep herself in good shape, you might have been mistaken for thinking she was still in her twenties, and never would have guessed she'd been through childbirth. Delightful. All the more use for the Hive.

She looked over the speech that Mrs. Jones had written for her, quickly discarding it back onto her desk. "Thank you, Whitney, for that lovely rundown. Me and Victoria have one thing to add to your agenda, specifically, though..."

Undressing Whitney with her eyes, she nodded to Victoria, issuing a mental command for her to kiss her, while she once more hiked up her dress, allowing her tentacles, still bearing the jucies from Victoria's pussy, to dextrously unzip Whitney's skirt from where she sat.

The recently converted Blankenship was helpless to the commands of her Queen as she rushed to grab Whitney's face and plant a long, delicate kiss on her lips. Slime left her mouth and dripped into Whitney's. She felt her tendrils rise and pull themselves out, filling Whitney's mouth and causing Victoria to shudder in the new sensation.

Poor old Whitney didn't even have time to ask a question before she felt herself being kissed and undressed and choked with something going down her throat. She struggled hard, hitting Victoria's body with her fists and trying to bring up her knees that she had spent so many hours in self-defence classes perfecting. But they barely did anything to the trophy wife as her assault continued.

She felt something reaching around her crotch, something wet and wriggling and tried to smack it away, covering up her pussy tightly. She turned into a fetal position to cover it with both hands, showing off her supple white cheeks to Livia.

It was cute how the human still struggled. She supposed she had knowing how outmatched she was by these two superior beings. "Whitney, there's no need to resist. It's futile. And anyway, your improvement will be finished soon enough."

With her enhanced strength, it was trivial for Livia to grasp both of Whitney's hands, which she was using to try and cover her orifice of entry, and force them to her sides. Her tendrils than had free reign to enter the older woman, quickly starting to thrust in and out of her, preparing her for the implatation of fresh eggs.

"This will all be over soon," said Livia in a haunting tone, staring at her Chief of Staff with a strangely calm look, given the situation.

Jones felt the tendril penetrate her pussy with force. Expecting pain, she tried to cry out, but she was instead met with a rush of pleasure as she was raped by the alien appendage. Her cry turned into a moan. Her muscles either began failing her in her struggle against the two infected women out of exhaustion, or at this point, began to relax as her system became flush with the alien mucus.

She could feel Victoria pulling off her clothes, her breasts exposed and her skirt hiked up around her waist to let the women grope her. Victoria had lifted Whitney from the ground now, standing behind her as her strong hands gripped the backs of her knees and pressed her back into Victoria's exposed, comfortably warm chest. Her pussy and ass pointed towards Livia as the large tendril pounded her with wet squelches. Victoria's tendrils reached around to fill her mouth and ass, and one began slipping in to join Livia's in her vagina, bright and smaller compared to the queen's dark girth.

But amidst all of this, she kept her eye contact with her boss. Her expression shifted from fear, to indignation, to resistance, to submission, and finally to a needy plea. Her mind had been won over in her aggressive violations by the two women. She began to feel ripples of pleasure dance across her body as she dipped further and further into the Hive. Her feelings and sensations began to sync with that of her assaulters. As she felt the eggs begin to work down the tendrils and enter every orifice her hope was that this feeling would only heighten with whatever was being planted in her body.

As Livia used her alien tentacles to fuck the living daylights out of her Chief of Staff, she saw in real time as her expression changed to one of horror at the rape to one of growing pleasure at it, and then submission as the slime and fluids began to do their magic.

By the time Livia came, delivering a full load of eggs into Whitney's pussy that were able to quickly take root into her womb, the older woman was quite clearly enjoying it, obviously ready to submit to the power of the Hive.

Livia marvelled at the beauty of it, the strength that she and her Hive-sisters possessed to bend women's minds to their will so easily. It truly was something special. It was also beautiful how quickly she had Victoria working alongside her.

After finishing pumping her CoS full of eggs, she withdrew her tendrils from her and put her back down on her chair, pussy and mind destroyed.

"So, Whitney," said Livia, looking at her with a smug smile. "What do you think of mine and Victoria's extra contribution to the day's agenda?"

As Whitney accepted the mental and physical changes happening to her body, her mind reeled through the collection of memories and visions the Hive gave to all the infected women. She looked at her boss, now registering her question.

"I think..." she started as a devilish smile began to cross her lips. "That we can push a few things around. We may have time to bring in one more member of the staff on this before you need to go, but I'm sure Victoria and I can brief everyone else while you're in the subcommittee meeting." She winked at the blonde bombshell, sharing her plans telepathically on how they would infect the women of Livia's staff by the end of the day.

"But first..." she said, sauntering her naked ass across the office floor and hiding herself behind the door as she cracked it open. "Claire! I need you in here!"

In response, the eager intern immediately bounded over to the door, pen and paper in one hand as she adjusted her reading glasses with the other. She was determined to make a good impression with Representative Poole and after the start of today she was hoping to catch any win she could. She walked in, jotting down a header on the top of the page as she made her way across the office floor. She was completely unaware of the state of undress the other women were in as she stood by the congresswoman's desk. They remained standing where they were, silent and outside of her field of vision as she was entirely focused on Congresswoman Poole.

"What can I do for ya, boss?" She asked in a chipper tone, her Boston accent still overpowering.

Livia beamed at her lovely staff member Claire, taking in her youthful face, her dyed red hair, her blue eyes that stood out due to her deliberate and professional use of eyeliner and mascara, her petite frame. She had been a smart pick-up back then when she had first hired the girl, and she knew now that she would be an equally good acquisition for the Hive. She only imagined what improvements would be made to her supple young body...

"Claire, my best girl!" Said Livia cheerily. "Well, I was just talking with Victoria and Whitney, and we have an amazing proposition for you... Something that will truly change your life and give you lots of upward mobility in this office..."

The young woman's eyebrows raised in excitement as she jotted notes into her notebook like she had been trained to do. "Ohh, the Department of Energy fellowship! I was hoping to talk with you about that when you were free, but I see you already checked your email this morning. Except that would put me in Nevada for a few months and I wouldn't be able to contribute here as much and while I love that you thought of me I just know this role has taught me so much but if you want to invest in me who am I to say no but then again I need to..." Claire continued to excitedly ramble, head still buried in her notebook, and Livia couldn't help but smile at the girl's enthusiasm.

The effects were subtle in the young woman's body, but the pheromones that the room was now practically soaked in were already adjusting Claire's body and thought process. Her nipples were hardening under her bra, and her pussy was beginning to dampen. But she just attributed that to the 6 cups of coffee she had already enjoyed on the way to work this morning.

"The Department of Energy fellowship?" She tutted, finally interrupting her. "Oh no, dearest Claire, that's not what I meant at all. What I had in mind is far more intimate, far more focused on...personal development."

Keeping her eyes on the young redhead, looking at her hungrily, she stood up from her chair and stalked all the way around the desk, ending up leaning on it right in front of Claire, her pheromones and the scent of her cunt even stronger.

"What if I told you there was a way to cleanse your body, improve it in all ways, expand your mind, and become closer with the other women in this office than you could have imagined? Closer tome?"

The last word had clear connotations attached to it, ones that had been implanted and reinforced by the scents in the room. Victoria and Whitney still remained still and silent behind Claire, outside of her view, now both entirely naked.

Claire stopped her monologue and listened to her bosses words. She looked up from her notebook for the first time since entering the room and looked at Livia. Her form was elegant and beautiful as always with just a hint of something more today.

"C-closer?" She stammered, unsure of where her boss was taking this. She had always thought the congresswoman was gorgeous and while she had a natural disposition to please, she realized she was feeling this arousal not because of the caffeine coursing through her veins, but because she was attracted to her boss in this moment. She had kissed a girl once at a party and firmly decided she preferred men, but for some reason now she was imagining her boss bending her over this desk and licking her ass.

"I-if that's what you want..." Claire said softly, unsure why she was agreeing. "H-how can I be closer with our office?"

Livia supressed the urge to smile deviously, immensely pleased with herself as she was. She had Claire right where she wanted her.

Biting her lip, she looked her intern up and down, very obviously signalling what she wanted from her. "Well, Claire, like I said this opportunity is intimate and has a personal touch..." as she said this, she put a hand on the girl's thigh. "So kiss me."

Claire hesitated. Livia's hand on her thigh felt electric and warm. But she knew she couldn't resist. She leaned in and closed her eyes, imagining kissing this woman would be so very different from what she had experienced before.

As their lips softly locked, Claire felt the warm wet tongue of her boss slip past her soft lips and between her own. She lost herself in the heat and sensation, knowing it was all so wrong but felt so right.

Livia broke the kiss, leaning back again, knowing she'd given Claire enough of her essence to teeter her over the edge. "Yes Claire, good girl," she purred reassuringly, her tone still very seductive. "I think you'll be the perfect candidate for this. Victoria and Whitney have already joined us. Look. See what improvements the Hive has to offer."

Cued by their Queen, Whitney and Victoria stepped forward, nude, showing off their bodies, which had already begun to be changed by the parasites in the short time. Their breasts slightly firmer and bigger, their skin glowing, they looked amazing.

By the time Claire turned back around from looking, her mouth gaping, Livia was entirely naked, her hairless and vastly improved body entirely on display, her clothes a pile at her heeled feet.

"Well, Claire? Wil you accept our offer? Will you join us?"

The last sentence was said by all the women at the same time, via their mind link. Livia produced a purple egg from her vagina; it was pulsing and a little tendril was sticking out from it and slithering in her hand. It was clear that this was the method Claire would have to take to have these benefits.

Claire was shocked at first. The sudden realization that there was some kind of psychic connection between the women was already mind blowing, but watching this slimy purple egg being pulled from Livia's vagina so casually felt like she had entered the Twilight Zone. Her head spun at these implications of where she found herself. She wanted to run, to scream, to do anything but stare in shock at the wriggling mass in Livia's hand. But she also wanted to know more. She wanted to taste her boss. She wanted to feel Livia's tongue on and in every part of her body. She wanted to be her good, eager servant and please her no matter what. And she wanted the power that came from giving in.

Livia watched eagerly as she saw Claire's facial expression shift and she could tell in her eyes she was conflicted, but then she did the right thing. Without a word, Claire began to strip herself naked. Her petite body and small breasts now completely exposed to the curvy women surrounding her. She closed her eyes in fear and sunk to the floor, getting on hands and knees as she turned her tight rear towards Livia and the waiting egg. She couldn't muster a word, but her body said everything.

The egg in her boss' hand writhed and wriggled, sensing an uninfected pussy and not sharing the patience of its mother.

"This is our gift to you, Claire... your improvement... welcome to the Hive."

She moved her hand forward until the egg was right below Claire's wet pussy. The egg moved with a mind of its own, using the tendrils coming out of it to go inside of the intern's folds and pull itself in with a wetsquelch. It continued to self-propel all the way into her, making a beeline for her womb.

Claire whimpered as the egg crawled into her pussy. It pulled her wide, surprising her with its size as it struggled to fit into her young, tight vagina. She brought her face to the floor and reaching between her legs, pushed the egg further in with her right hand. It hurt as it expanded her walls wider than ever before, but she knew she had to do this. To be bred by these women. To become a part of this. As she pushed her hand began to slip inside her as well, thinner than the eggs circumference. As she cried out in a satisfied mix of pain and pleasure, her whole hand and wrist seated themselves in her pussy as the egg nestled against her cervix.

The egg cracked open and tendrils began to penetrate her womb delicately and implant themselves into her, gestating and transforming her body from within. Withdrawing her hand, Claire began to pant as she felt her body being taken over from the hive. She looked down at the hand fresh from her pussy and saw a mix of her own fluids and the viscous alien mucus, clear but in the light had a slight purplish hue. She licked the mixture from her hand instinctively, feeling a wave of warmth and arousal as it entered her system.

Her stomach slightly writhing from the transformation happening from her womb, Claire looked up at the other two women standing over her. Their tendrils were already sprouting from their orifices in anticipation. "T-take me" she said knowing what would happen next but unsure of how well she could handle it.

Livia watched as Claire did all this. So willing. So young and pretty. What an amazing asset she would be.

With her breath now quickening, Livia knew exactly what was going on in the girl's body, the egg already attatching themselves to her womb. Oh, to be able to go through that again. What a blissful transformation.

In answer to Claire's request, Livia smiled broadly, looking at her two new recruits. She ordered, "You know what to do," with a purple twinkle in her eye.

It was Victoria who stepped forward first, then Whitney, her fresh tendril poking out from between her pussy lips.

Whitney lifted the girl's face from the floor, bringing her up to her eye level and kissing her deeply, moving even closer and allowing her purple tentacle to penetrate Claire's fresh cunt.

Blankenship stepped behind the young woman, grasping and fondling her breasts as her slightly older tendrils reached deep into her asshole.

In sync over their mind link, both Hive-women began thrusting, making Claire cry out in pleasure as they did. The double penetration melted any remaining resistance, making her mind easy takings for the Hive, it was only a matter of seconds now.

Livia sat on her desk, naked, spreading out her legs and planting her heeled feet and masturbating at the sight of her young protégé giving herself so willingly to them, and her two new Hive members helping with her transformation. It truly was a beautiful sight. How long had it been since she got to the Office? Maybe a half hour? And she was already about to make her infection count three.What a beautiful new life this was,she thought, rubbing her clit even harder.