Monday
It was Monday, a week after I had infested myself with the alien symbiote. I was sitting in my usual chair when I felt a sudden urge that I needed to destroy someone. I was feeling a growing warmth in my body, a growing compulsive need to do something. The two women were home, Robin and Lena. Robin was off in a bedroom so I felt my attention shift to Lena, my eyes seeming to zoom in on her. It had been a week since my cock had pushed something into her womb and my flush of need to act reminded me of that moment. I shifted forward on the chair spreading my legs and ordered Lena to come kneel between my knees. She looked around for a moment, a small glance of fear visible in her face before she complied, kneeling passively while I lightly groped her breasts.
I wanted to understand the power the symbiote had given me over the unwilling victims. The implanted victims could not resist any order, for all they seemed aware of the wrongness of what was happening to them. I lightly probed the front of Lena’s T-shirt, tracing the outlines of her bra under the thin fabric before lightly pushing a fingertip into the center of each small mound.
I paused with the tips of my thumbs apparently against her nipples, looking into her eyes and asked Lena “Do you like this?” Lena seemed confused for a moment before looking down at her chest, replying with a soft “No, this is wrong.”
Despite the protest Lena did not move from the contact, instead doing as told when I spoke again. “Lean forward a little so my thumbs push into your tits “
Lena complied, visible wincing when slow twists of my hands dug my thumbs into the soft and then firmer inside of her breasts. “Does this hurt?”
“Yes, I don’t like it.”
I was intrigued by the control of her mind as I asked her. “Why let me do this?”
There was a long pause as Lena blinked, confused by the compulsion to do as told then answered. “I have to.”
I smiled as I understood what I wanted to do to Lena and told her, “Ok, lean back and take off the shirt and bra.”
Lena gave a small, denying head twist, even speaking a softly voiced “No!” while grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off over her head, dropping the shirt to quickly pull off her bra to bare her breasts. Lena blushed, not meeting my gaze with her eyes while I stared at her chest. Objectively the 65 year old woman’s body should not be a thrill to me, with her age-deflated, abused, and deeply bruise-marked breasts sagging and yet the power of the moment aroused me to take her shoulders and pull her close.
Lena gasped “Please, no!” before I kissed her thin lips lighty, my right hand closing a soft grip on her narrow neck. Lena’s breath was warm against me, our lips very close as I fumbled with my left hand to find her right wrist, bringing that hand up to my right hand. I softly commanded her “Grip my wrist Lena, do not let go of my wrist.”
I lightly licked Lena’s lips for a moment, still speaking softly as I asked her “This is nice, does it make you horny too Lena?”
Her trembling voice reply was much as I expected “Oh god, please stop this. It does and this is sick!”
I kept my lips against hers while looking into her eyes at very close range. My left thumb lifting to sweep across her small, soft nipples, feeling the healing marks my bites had left.. “You’re wrong Lena, it does not matter how scared you are or what you think about this because I am touching you and I want you to be aroused. You’re getting horny now.”
I fumbled down her belly with my left hand until I found the waist of her shorts, grabbing with my thumb and giving a twisting pull to pop open the button there. “Now use your left hand Lena, reach into your shorts here and touch your own sex. You want to push your finger against your cunt.”
My sweeping thumb found Lena’s nipples again and this time I felt some increasing firmness in the abused buds that was more than just the deep swollen damage I had inflicted during the week. My command and the alien biochemistry forced her body to respond, arousing her despite her protests and the background of pain. I kissed Lena harder as I stroked at the small points of her nipples, feeling her whimper into my mouth, helplessly unable to keep from responding to the tongue I pushed between her lips. Her lips pushed firmly against mine, parted to take and suckle my tongue. My right hand gripped her throat just a little harder, keeping her head still when I moved my lips away from hers while speaking softly to give her both commands and the terrorized fear I wanted her to feel.
‘Yes Lena even though you don’t want this to happen we both know you’re getting aroused. Get your fingers down in there, touch your swelling clit, try to get a finger through your cunt lips. “
Lena was whimpering and trembling in my grip, her body responding quickly. My left hand gripped Lena at the back of her head high on her neck holding her in place as my right thumb for the first time touched the center of the front of her throat. I applied very little pressure, just letting her feel the ball of my thumb over her airway.
Lena could not escape my flow of words. “I know this is terrifying Lena, I am forcing you to have sex and however much you want me to stop, you can’t stop this. You’re going to keep kissing me. You are going to keep holding my wrist with my hand closing on your throat. You’re going to keep those fingers busy in your own cunt and very soon now you’re going to cum for me. We know you can’t stop it, helpless little slut that you are, you’re getting wetter and wetter, you can feel the slickness on your fingers.
Lena was trembling in my grip, whimpering and begging me: “Oh God, stop this, are you Satan?” Lena gave a prolonged shuddering moan, unable to stop the arousal, her noises becoming more like an increasingly vocal set of high pitched gasps and deeper groans of pleasure as she was forced towards the moment of release. I cut off her words by again forcing my mouth to hers muffling the noises.
“Please no, stop! I don’t want, but you don’t have to do this to me please let me cum, oh God not this, anything but this, Oh, Mphhh”
My grip on Lena’s throat and the back of her head kept her in place against me, the commanded grip on my wrist helping to keep her wriggling against me. Our mingled spit and drool coated our lips slickly as I pressed my tongue deep to lick at the top of her tongue, the tip of mine exploring the ridges of the roof of her mouth. I lifted again, my eyes just 2 inches from her, looking into her wide open gaze and watching the tears flow. Between her moans and noises of arousal Lena was now begging in the full grip of her forced arousal, even when my thumb began to indent the center of her throat, pushing against her windpipe. My cock was swelling in my pants, but it was something else than mere arousal, I could feel a drive to do more than simply fuck Lena. “Nooo, I need it, let me cum, ahhhpleeeeease!”
“Yes Lena, you feel that! My thumb is making it hard for you to breathe because right now I’m not just going to force you to cum, you’re going to make yourself squirt while I kill you, I want you to feel it all. I can hear your voice rasping, I can feel the pulse in your neck, I’m not going to grab your throat by your pulse and let you just go to that long sleep quietly! You’re going to fight for every breath and you’re going to feel your life slipping away. Tell me what you’re doing! Tell me what you feel! I know you’re going to cum for me. You’re right on the edge. I can hear the wet noises of your fingers in your cunt. Tell me when you’re on the edge. Tell me when you release. Tell me when you’re cumming and it’s time for you to die!”
Lena’s voice got raspier and more frantic as my thumb dug in. She began coughing between sentences and then between words, her lack of struggle a contrast to the desperation, even madness she was feeling now.
“Oh please no (cough). Fuck, Ahhh! I can feel it starting. Please let me breathe, I need to scream and cum! (cough cough). Ahh, No I can’t stop it! More! (cough), no, I want to live, (cough) ahhh YESSs!”
The start of her orgasm was the end of Lena’s struggling life. Her last moaning word told me she was over the edge and I dug my thumb into her throat with all my new-found strength, indenting the front of her neck as her windpipe collapsed. Lena shuddered and quivered against me, her very wide eyes fixed on my gaze at close range, only faint squeaking and rasping noises coming from her gaping mouth with her tongue starting to protrude a little. The shuddering and trembling of her body in my grip grew all the more intense and I could see as her eyes started to bloom red pin pricks that she was out of time. Lena was unable to pull away, unable to stop her shuddering orgasm, unable to prevent her own death for my pleasure.
I was feeling an intense rush of energy between us. It was like something from out of a science fiction or horror movie, Lena’s life, her energy, feeding me with the aid of the symbiote. It took 3 long seeming minutes for her to die, her prolonged shuddering release mixing with her fast approaching death. My hand could feel the rapid and ragged pulse of her heartbeat in her neck, then the moment where it stuttered and the flow of energy between us peaked. A moment later her pulse and transfer just stopped. Lena slumped now completely limp in my grip, her fingers at last slipping from my wrist having followed the order all the way through the end of her life.
I let go of the pathetic, frail corpse, letting Lena slump strangled and dead to the floor by my feet, her one hand still in her shorts where she had been forced to masturbate herself to orgasm and her death. I slumped back, breathing hard, my muscles and nerves quivering and energized by what I had just done. Looking down at Lena’s lower belly exposed by her open shorts I saw movement, a small outward lump moving up into view until it was behind her navel. Fascinated, I watched her innie-navel grow shallow and flatten, then swell up into a skin-stretching dome an inch across. Driven by my alien balls instincts I took my empty water glass from next to me and knelt beside the otherwise still corpse.
The skin over the lump that had been her navel seemed to tear slowly, raw and red though not bleeding, parting to reveal a thick glob of glowing slime that I recognized as what I had swallowed to start my own alien infection. I pressed the side of the glass to Lena’s slack belly beside what had come out of her and it slipped sideways into the container. I knew that I would be able to sell this on the dark market and get back much of what I had spent there originally. I got up and transferred the new alien spawn into a jar with a lid, setting it safely aside. My cock was still throbbing, painfully erect in my pants and now I needed to cum in someone.
I went looking for Rose.
This story scene continues immediately in Alien Symbiote 5: Implanting Rose