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The Love Parasite

Part Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

“We need you all to stand in a straight line now."

Kasey rolled her eyes and stepped somewhat obligingly into line as Kayleigh strode up and down the length of the room, which could have been a gymnasium at some point. She didn't know why a laboratory needed a gym, but there had clearly been some need in their experiments, for there it was for them to use.

The staff had gotten them dressed as much as possible and it seemed like just about every individual in the facility had been brought to the gym. Of course, keeping the families and those infected apart from each other was a tall order in itself and technicians and aides were constantly running from one end of the facility to the other with water pistols (at least, that's what they looked like to Kasey) to break up what they could. When things devolved further and clothes were tossed away, some kind of crude bondage in the form of handcuffs and rope was used to keep some semblance of order.

Order. Kasey laughed softly to herself, shaking her head as Curtis was, once again, pulled off her daughter, cock slurping wetly from her pussy. Order would be a beautiful thing, but it certainly wasn't what her life had become.

But she'd been watching – oh, she had. And not just the sex, though she was careful to reduce the need and lust in her own heart every evening or whenever was needed, really. It kept her mind clear between sessions and made it easier, somewhat, to ignore the moans and thumps when she had to think, buckle down and concentrate. The tests the lab gave her were easy enough, just samples taken from her and nothing of the mind or the woman inside the body, but the task at hand was far greater than their cause in creating the parasite in the first place.

Smiling at Alex, who hugged Helena to him, a hand wrapped around her twitching cock, Kasey folded her hands primly before her stomach.

They were going to escape. It was such a simple little notion, yet one that filled her with hope that had been missing since the whole sorry affair had begun. What was so wrong with everyone fucking everyone else, after all? They had moments of clarity and seemed to be having sex most of the time perhaps because there was nothing else to do. Kasey didn't blame them for that, couldn't blame them when it was the reason that her own hand dipped between her thighs so frequently in the privacy of her room. And she was caring less and less about that privacy too.

Kasey set herself back from the scene, only coming to the space of the present when she was required to run up and down the length of the gym, throw some balls into the hoops and such things. She was just as terrible as ever and not only because her mind was elsewhere, on her escape – their escape. For there was no way in heaven or hell that she was going to go and leave her family behind. Her lips pressed into a thin, hard line and the new wrinkles of her forehead seemed to regale those who stood against her in dark severity.

The others were no better when they could drag themselves away from sex. It was funny, in its own way, to see them racing and doing crunches with their cocks bobbing and thrusting. Only a couple of the other ladies at the facility who had been infected boasted cocks and balls now, but Kasey had spotted several more of the men with new pussies, judging by how they were bent over by female and male companions alike. One could only suspect the reason behind the parasite having the ability in its venom to alter the sex of those it infected and the answer lay in the rise of Hel's belly.

Helena's pregnancy – of course, unnatural – slowed her down. Her stomach had swelled seemingly overnight, but everything happened at a rapid pace when it came to the parasite's venom and lasting effects. Appearing as if she was several months pregnant and nearing the end of her term, she huffed and groaned her way around the gym, looking for assistance and finding none as she was asked to complete each and every exercise. It didn't seem to matter to the technicians that she was exceedingly poor in her skill, weight slowing her down, only that she did what she was told and did it quickly. Kasey's nails bit into her palms, holding herself back only by the skin of her teeth.

She didn't want to think what it meant that Helena was fucking her father and uncle too. That one her mind would not understand, at least until it was forced to. One thing at a time.

There would be no baby for her to look after as a grandmother, at least, and Kasey could say wholeheartedly that she was thankful for that. What was going to come out of her daughter was what concerned her, if no one else was worried.

“Come on now – step to it!"

Kayleigh blew a whistle, the sound shrill and obnoxious. Kasey winced, but froze when she saw that it was Helena she was chasing on, flapping her arms at the heavily pregnant woman. Hel stumbled, trying to run to the far end of the gymnasium, and cried out as she tripped on the leg of her too-long trousers, the loose fabric threatening to be her undoing.

“You lazy thing! I know you have more energy than that – on now! On!"

Stiffening as if ice water had been poured over her head, Kasey lunged without thinking, eyes only on her daughter. No one spoke to Hel like she was a dog! No one!

“What the hell do you think –"

And then Helena was falling. As if in slow-motion, Kasey clapped her hands to her mouth as she pushed off into a sprint, heart pounding in her ears. Slowly, so slowly, her daughter collapsed to the floor, legs going first and then her torso, toppling forward onto the terribly rounded stomach that held something that just should not be inside her.

But no one was close enough to catch Helena.

The woman crashed to the ground like a load of bricks, the thud sickening as she flung out a hand that would have never given her the balance or support to remain upright. Stalking up to her before Kasey reached her daughter's shocking still – oh god, oh god! – form, Kayleigh stood over the prone shape with a frown pulling at her lips.

“Interesting. Stamina in the pregnant ones is highly reduced."

“That's my daughter, you whore!"

Ramming her out of the way – the slinging of fists could come later – Kasey scooped her arms under Helena's shoulders, forgetting everything she'd ever learned about assisting someone who'd just had an accident. Everything of that nature went straight out the window as she rolled Helena onto her back, heart hammering as her daughter's eyelids fluttered open. Had she been unconscious? Fainted? Knocked out? Fuck!

“Mmmooom?" Hel slurred, trying to sit up. “What's...? What's...?"

She didn't manage to complete whatever she'd been trying to say as she cried out, the sound an obvious one of pain and chilling to Kasey's bones even as she fluttered about in panic mode. The aides stood back like statues, their faces expressionless as they made notes on their clipboards. One even had a video camera in hand, a handheld one that must have been on him to begin with.

“Don't just stand there! Help me!"

But there was no help coming as Helena curled up onto her side, tears streaming down her face as pain gripped her, holding her in an iron fist that she would not be released from. Gasping and heaving, the woman bucked her hips, twisting in search of relief from the pain that simply would not come.

And still, they stood and stared, Kayleigh's lips pulled up at the corners in a terrifying, little, crimson grin.

Red lipstick. Stripper lipstick. She'd chosen stripper lipstick that day.

“Helly? Hel!" Kasey grabbed her by the shoulders. “Helena, stay with me! Tell me where it hurts!"

Doubling over, Helena clutched at her stomach and moaned, though it was not one of pleasure.

“The baby?" She didn't know what else to call it. “Will one of you, please, fucking help already?"

“Relax, it'll go easily enough," a tech with a shocking mop of blonde hair chuckled as he rapped his clipboard twice with a ballpoint pen. “She'll birth it like the other one we had and then we'll see what we have."

“Maybe even something for a cure," another added absently, though it was a woman that Kasey was not familiar with. “Why, we could even –"

“Will you be quiet?"

Kayleigh rounded on them like a rabid animal, hissing and spitting as her eyes flashed.

“Idiots. Both of you. They don't need to know that!"

And Kasey had heard enough, but the concern at hand was her daughter. Taking her hand gently in her own, Kasey helped her awkwardly clamber into a crouch, knees spread and pointing out even as they quivered. The trousers came down awkwardly, tangling around her ankles, but those could be dealt with later, as long as the route free was clear for birthing. Hel struggled to balance under her own weight, something churning and shifting inside her that had to come out: out, out, out. But the process of birthing would not be an easy one, let alone a woman who had never experienced the pain of a contraction and the need to push before.

“Hel? Helly?" Curtis and Alex were there on either side of Kasey, anxiously awaiting instruction. “Kase, what can we do? What can we do to help?"

Kasey took a deep breath. It seemed that she was in charge. God help them all.

“Support her," she said, loudly and clearly trying to sound more confident than she actually was. “One on either side. I don't care what happens to whatever comes out, just don't let her fall. Worst case, she can go on her back, but this should be easier for her to push."

Helena's eyes were wild.

“I don't want to push! Mom, make it stop!"

Curtis pressed up behind her, an arm around her waist as he crouched down to her level. Pressing his face into her hair, he inhaled deeply and kissed the back of her head, arm tightening around her.

“Hang on, darling, I have an idea, I can make it better, just relax now..."

And the next thing Kasey knew was that her daughter's eyes were bulging and the moan that broke her lips was one of pleasure and not pain as she squeezed Alex's hand harder and harder in her own. Kasey gasped, but Helena was louder, a groan rolling over her with all the smoothness of water down a mountain creek.

Curtis hugged her to him, his cock buried in her backside as he held her tight, supporting her through the birth in the only way one infected by such a parasite knew how.

“There you go, baby girl, let daddy distract you," he murmured into her ear, fingers tenderly massaging her breasts as he pulled the T-shirt up and over her head. “You'll be cooler now. Come on now, Helly, you've got to push. Push down on me, just like your mom says."

“That's not what I meant!" Kasey found her voice too late, eyes creased and damp with worry at the corners. “Curtis – for fuck's sake!"

But her husband was doing what he thought was best and, in all honesty, it seemed to be helping. Some of the panic faded from Helena's eyes as he stroked her hair, her hermaphrodite father rubber and massaging her shoulders as he thrust and ground into her anal passage.

“There, darling... Do you need another distraction? We'll make it easier for you, sweetheart, you just tell us what you need."

His soft croon in Kasey's ear gave her pause and she thrust any sense of what should or should not have been done from her mind. Fuck it. It was time to act solely as she best saw fit.

Taking Helena's free hand, she gulped and tried not to look too closely, supporting her daughter's side instead as Alex stepped up and offered his cock to the birthing woman's lips. Gladly, she took it into her mouth and swallowed the head into the back of her throat, groaning around it as if the length of man-meat was just what she'd needed all along. Whether it was a painkiller or simply a distraction, Kasey could not have stopped either of them from pleasuring her daughter while her stomach twisted and clenched with contractions, body intent on forcing out just what was inside her.

Curtis held her close, whispering sweetness in her ear as her uncle thrust slowly and gently, enjoying himself in the warmth of her mouth. It was clear, however, that, even though they were deriving pleasure from Helena in the moment of her birth, they were doing it for her and her alone and would have moved away in an instant if she'd so asked. On the other hand entirely, as the audience looked on in shock and awe, Helena ground her hips back lightly at her father, asking for more even as she slurped desperately on her uncle's cock.

Holding her hand between both of hers, Kasey gnawed the inside of her cheek until it bled. How long would it be? What labour would the parasite induce on her?

“Unnnff... Mom..." Helena grunted, Alex's cock springing lewdly free of her lips. “It's... Something's coming."

Kasey squeezed her hand.

“That's it, darling, just push, we're all here for you. It'll all be over soon."

Nodding helplessly, Hel opened her mouth for her uncle's cock, which he gladly fed her, running his fingers through her hair soothingly over and over again. Despite the unconventional nature of, well, just about everything, Kasey was at least glad that her strange little family was there to support her daughter in her time of need.

Something green pushed from Helena, tapered at the leading side. Kasey sucked in a breath and leaned into her, letting her daughter use her for support as one would a wall, the rippling, pushing contractions of her pussy forcing out...

An egg. It plopped to the floor in a glistening splatter of what looked like slime, soft-shelled and gleaming in the less than flattering lights overhead. Speckled with black and green flecks, it should never have come from a human body and Kasey closed her eyes against the nightmare even as Helena moaned around the first load of Alex's cum, filling her mouth with cream.

“That's it, Helly, good girl..."

Curtis was hardly phased by the appearance of the egg, managing to bump it to the side with a foot.

“Come on now, and the rest of them. You'll feel so much better, Hel, you're doing amazingly..."

“Yes," Kasey said, her voice thick and unwieldy, as if it was not her own. “Helena, you've got to keep pushing, they'll all come." She swallowed. “One by one."

And, once the first was out, the rest followed. Each contraction brought an egg a little closer to her strained, stretched entrance as Curtis held tight and hammered into her, encouraging the eggs to drop out with the thrusts of his aching shaft. He climaxed inside her, gritting his teeth together as he remained hard, doing his job as her father, whether or not he was the one who had actually seeded the clutch within her.

Another egg plopped out to join the first, spinning off to the side while the camera behind captured every moment. Kasey threw the tech a nasty look, but it didn't seem to faze him one bit while she was otherwise occupied, the other families in the gym clustering together to make use of their time by strengthening their particular bonds. It was only couple of uninfected others, standing fully clothed and off to the side, that stared with open-mouthed horror as a third and a fourth egg drooped down to join the first two, perhaps envisioning what would happen soon to their own loved ones and offspring.

Grunting as he climaxed into her mouth again, Alex drew back smoothly, letting the final spurts splash across Helly's face. She gasped loudly and licked what she could off her lips, eyes hazy with lust and not a single remnant of pain. For that, at least, Kasey was grateful.

“Oh, fuck..." Helena whimpered, head thrown back onto her father's shoulder. “They feel so good..."

Kasey swallowed. She was enjoying this? She squeezed Hel's hand again, Curtis grunting as he slammed into her, forcing another two eggs from her cunt even as the young woman bore down, as eager for the laying to be over, or perhaps to continue, as everyone in the vicinity was. A growing nest of eggs between her legs gleamed wetly, slime pooling around them. All the same colour, the flecks marking them were different on each, as unique in themselves as a snowflake was.

“Must be just a few more now, Helly," Kasey murmured, doing her best to sound encouraging over the slap of her husband's hips on their daughter's buttocks. “Keep pushing, nearly there, very nearly there."

Fortunately, she was right. As Helly bore down and pushed and pushed and pushed to get out the last few eggs, her chest shuddered in relief, heaving for lost breath. They plopped and rolled together into a pile, shifted into position by her bare feet. Kasey would have wondered just why her daughter had not been able to get shoes on that day – well, it wasn't as if wearing shoes stopped her from having sex and fucking her father and uncle as much as she craved – but relief swamped her, adrenaline leaving her in a rush.

Kasey swayed giddily, but her husband's hands were there to support her and she leaned into them grateful even as his cock slid from his daughter's backside. Slick with cum, yet blessedly softening, it drooped over her thigh, but she had hardly the presence of mind to care about such an insignificant detail as she allowed him to support her. Alex was there for Helly, guiding her away from the eggs as she slumped into his arms, head lolling back onto his shoulder in a strange mix of sexual and birthing exhaustion that was perhaps a little more erotic to Kasey's rosy eyes than it should have been.

Working her jaw, Kasey blinked dully as the technicians smartly stepped in to take charge of the situation. A tape measure appeared from nowhere – the depths of a pocket, no doubt – and one gloved aide measured the eggs, though she could not fail to notice how his nose wrinkled in abject distaste for his job. Kasey wondered just how he would have reacted if he'd been the one laying the eggs, for it could not possibly be considered a birth after those had dropped from her daughter, foreign and alien to the human eye. But the parasite they'd created was anything but human.

No. It was far, far from the realm of anything that should have ever lived. And it was Kasey's family that bore the brunt of their crime.

“What shall we do with them?" The black-haired tech with floppy hair that draped into his eyes said, lips twisted as he looked to his superior. “Put them with the others?"

Kayleigh shook her head, eyes glinting with a menace that she did not even bother to conceal. As if they had always intended to go to her, just for one, last, pointed jab, she locked her gaze with Kasey.

Game on, bitch.

“I don't expect you want them, do you, Kasey?" Kayleigh said, trilling her name as if offering a gift to a child. “Kasey, do you want the eggs your daughter just laid? A little memento?"

Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through her system, even though she'd thought it had all but gone. Maybe it was all the time spent in the facility. Maybe it was the fact that her husband was no longer entirely male. Kasey could not have said what it was, but her fist soared through the air and connected squarely with Kayleigh's smug face all the same.

As if in slow-motion, she watched the stupid woman's cheek crumple in, turning to the side smartly as if she was, quite literally, trying to turn the other cheek. Yet there was nothing, for once, that Kayleigh could do but spin away in her ridiculous red heels and fall flat on the floor, one arm flailing for balance that could not be gained in time and clipboard flying. It smacked onto the gym flooring, shiny and slick still with the slime that had come out along with Helena's eggs, as Kayleigh went face first into the remaining mess.

In hindsight, Kasey wished she'd stopped the technicians from collecting up the sloppy mess of eggs, glistening with slime and half-piled into a clear bag that could be sealed with a plastic zip, for Kayleigh would have perhaps gotten a good mouthful of her daughter's juices along with them, if they'd still been there. As it was, she had to satisfy herself with the sight of her self-proclaimed nemesis gasping and spluttering as she tried to push her torso back up and promptly slithered back into the mess for the second time.

“Don't just stand there!" She spat. “Help me!"

Rubbing her fist, Kasey stepped back – and straight into the arms of a much larger, hazard-suit clad technician. Too late, the needle pricked into her arm and her legs buckled beneath her as her eyelids drooped.

The last thing she saw was Kayleigh's narrow, vindictive eyes fixed on her, lips forming words that chilled her unconscious mind into the not so blissful release of darkness.

“You'll regret this."

*

Kasey woke slowly, a low groan rising from the back of her throat as she moved her jaw from side to side and up and down, just to make sure that the heaviness she found there wasn't from a break or anything as horrendous. Of course, she was sure she'd be in a great deal more pain if she had, in fact, broken her jaw, but a mind returning from chemically induced unconsciousness was hardly functioning in a rational manner, clinging to pain as one would do a persistent thought.

“So glad you've decided to join us, Kasey."

She moaned. She knew that voice. That was the voice that haunted her nightmares.

Her arms were bound. Her legs were bound. Clenching her jaw, Kasey strained against the prison-grade restraints, bright red straps holding her to a metal chair with a straight, hard back. Whatever material those straps were made out of, too tight to even wriggle her wrists through, she wasn't getting out of them anytime soon.

As her vision returned through a hazy fog of grey, she swore under her breath. Kayleigh clicked her tongue at her in disapproval, shaking her head slowly, so very slowly. An angry, purple bruise spread across her cheek, right eye bloodshot and Kasey could not resist a smirk and a hoarse, hollow laugh.

“Damn, did I do a number on you..."

Kasey's smudged lipstick turned down with her lips into a scowl.

“And, as I said, you are going to regret that moment of insolence. You may not have been infected by the parasite, but your actions prove that you are just as much a liability of those running around intent only on having sex with everything and anyone in sight."

“You're wrong." Kasey tried to straighten her back, but the effect was muted somewhat by the bondage on the chair, which itself was fixed into the floor with steel bolts. “They're aware. It's not just all about sex to them."

Laughing without humour, Kayleigh waved her off without giving her the time of day to talk.

“And so, our tests continue."

A screen before Kasey that she had assumed was for projections, shiny and black, suddenly lit up, the image of a room coming into focus. But it was not a screen, but a window into another room – perhaps one-way? Adorned with clinical, white tiles on every inch, including the walls, the only furniture it contained as a metal desk and a single chair as if it had been designed originally as a kind of interrogation or intimidation interview room. And yet there was no one there. Kasey's brow furrowed. What on earth could be happening on the other side?

Seating herself at a large, plastic desk, which looked like it had been made to be easily cleaned, with a steaming mug of sugary coffee – the sweetness was sickening even from where Kasey was sitting – Kasey rattled off a string of commands on the keyboard, screen blinking in the reflection of her glasses as it answered her requests in the only way a machine could.

“Sexual arousal, Kasey, I daresay you're familiar with it?"

Kasey pressed her lips tightly together. What a question to ask a married woman.

“Hardly something I have to impart to you," she scoffed. “Are you looking for tips? I'm sure any man who sleeps with you would have to have rather a few shots of tequila before anything took place anyway, so I wouldn't worry yourself about it."

Kayleigh sneered.

“How droll for a woman bound and secured by my command, my will. If no one knows you're here, I can do whatever I want to you. And I intend to – whether we find a cure for this parasite or not, you're here to stay."

She spread her arms wide, eyes imploring as she smiled sickeningly, the picture of innocence with the angel of death lurking just over her shoulder. Kasey suppressed a shiver, shrinking away as Kasey shoved her face right up into hers. The woman's breath washed over her.

Garlic. She'd had garlic for lunch.

“I'm going to make you watch, Kasey. You're going to watch every second of this and we're going to see just how much your nasty, sordid little mind loves his debasement, the humiliation of becoming so much less than the man he was."

Three bodies tumbled into the room, squeals and giggles echoing through a vent above the door. And Kasey's heart stopped, if but for a moment.

Curtis. Helena. Alex. She had all of them. Of course, they didn't know that they were caught, or perhaps they thought that the room was just another in the facility, not one trained under Kayleigh's watchfully cruel eye, but they were caught all the same. A shriek that should never have come from human lips ripped itself from her as she hurled her body forwards, pain cutting into her wrists and ankles as the bonds pulled and held fast.

“What are you going to do to them?" She screamed, wrenching at the bonds with all the strength she had in her body. “Let them go! It's not them you want – it's me!"

Kayleigh laughed. Helena locked lips with her father, kissing him deeply as he hefted her up in the air, cock throbbing and questing for her entrance. Alex jacked himself off behind them, eager for something that Kasey did not, could not, acknowledge. The woman who controlled their fates, smiled cruelly, head tilted as if to pity Kasey, but there was no true mercy flickering in her eyes.

“Yes, and I have all of you. You're all going to be part of my tests and plans for the love parasite. It's a fitting name, is it not? This discovery of mine is going to change the world!"

“Not you!" Kasey hissed. “The whole operation! The facility! You batshit crazy, son of a –"

“Enough of that. I think it's time you see your husband's true purpose of a breeder, isn't it?"

Kasey gasped. Curtis slammed into Helena, earning a groan from her that seemed crudely lustful and out of place considering what was happening on the other side of the one-way mirror, a stand-off that only one person, supposedly, could win. Letting out a strangled scream, Kasey writhed in her bonds once more, but there was no hope of breaking them: she was trapped.

“How do you think your husband will look pregnant?"

Blood pounded in Kasey's ears, drowning out the moans as Curtis came, for the first time in that room, in their daughter's pussy. She hadn't seemed to have stretched or gaped at all after laying so many eggs and was more than eager to be fucked, but her bobbing, throbbing cock told a tale of desiring something very different, pre-cum drooling and rolling down the length as if she simply could not contain herself. Back rounding, Alex moaned soundlessly, his mouth a shocking, dark 'O' of pleasure at the point of orgasm. His cock spurted as he painted a creamy streak across the tiles on the floor, knees shaking as if he wanted to drop to them. And yet he held fast, staying upright if hunched over with his cock fervently grasped in one hand. Of course, he did not soften in the slightest.

They moaned. She screamed. Her husband bent over the table for Helena's cock, lifting his backside readily for the daughter he loved with all his heart and soul.

And Helena pushed into him, seating the full length of that unnatural cock into her father's pussy.

Dimly, Kasey thought that the vent could not really have been one if she could hear everything that was going on in the other room and they couldn't hear one thing from her. Just another sick joke of Kayleigh's, the sadistic cow. But she could hear everything, absolutely everything, that her husband was moaning, cursing and grunting for Helena to fuck him. And their daughter was only too keen to provide everything he desired, fucking his new pussy with as much raw delight as he took from her each and every time.

The vent... There was something about the vent.

Kasey moaned, warmth tingling through her right down to the very ends of her fingertips. She tried to fight it, tried to ignore it, but it was there all the same as her husband arched back into her daughter's rampant pounding, Helena giving the sexiest, most lustful moan she'd heard yet. Alex was not to be left out, however, and pressed up behind Helena, blocking some of Kasey's view as he eased his own cock into his niece's tight anal passage.

Well, Kasey could only suppose it had been tight. Her own anal ring clenched in sympathy. Or was it perhaps something else?

“Look at that," Kayleigh purred, pointed a single, manicured finger at her computer screen, which was notably out of Kasey's sight. “Your readings are going off the charts. Just how much of a sick bitch are you really, to get off on your husband being bred like a common whore?"

How can she know?

_ _

Kasey moaned and hung her head. She didn't have to look. She couldn't be blamed for how her body reacted naturally, leaning in to the scene before her as if she could join them in their lack of inhibition. For she still loved her husband and every part of him, even if a feminine slit between his legs should never, not ever, have been a part of him.

And she wanted him. Oh. Kasey gnawed at the sore spot on the inside of her cheek until it bled, hissing through her teeth as she tried to push back, pull away from what she saw. She closed her eyes.

“You will watch!"

The bitch yanked her head up by her blonde hair, forcing her to watch as pain seared through her scalp. As much as she twisted and spat and swore, Kasey only succeeded in making her scalp hurt more, hairs pulled out at the roots in Kayleigh's iron grip. Her eyes watered and, against herself, Kasey whimpered. Jesus fucking Christ, did the woman have claws instead of hands or what?

The pain was good though. It sharpened her mind, took her away from that tantalising edge of arousal, juices trickling into her underwear just like they had the first time she'd watched her husband fucking their daughter. What shouldn't have been right was and everything she'd ever known was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

She was wrong.

“You like this," Kayleigh hissed. “You're just as bad as them. And you're going to watch too when your husband and that brother of yours lay a clutch of eggs just like your daughter's."

Kayleigh chuckled throatily, the sound sending a sick chill down Kasey's spine.

“We'll see just how many clutches we can drag out of him, shall we? Your brother too. I bet they'll make wonderfully broody bitches for the parasite's spawn."

“You sick whore..."

“Oh, so you do have a voice?" Kayleigh smirked, putting her lips uncomfortably close to Kasey's ear. “Why don't you moan oh so very sweetly for me again, darling? I'm right here to hear you. Just you and me, no one else to hear you..."

She ran her tongue over the curve of Kasey's ear, a slick trail chilling in its wake.

“...moan for me?"

Swallowing hard, Kasey wrenched her head away, She yanked out several hairs in the process, but it was worth it to see the anger flash across Kayleigh's face. How anyone could have thought the prim and overly made-up woman beautiful was anyone's guess, but any attractiveness she may have boasted disappeared in the fury flaring at her nostrils.

Pulling back her head like a sneak about to strike, she spat in Kayleigh's face.

“There's something wrong with you – something fucked up," she hissed. “And we're all going to expose you once we're out of here. You'll be done for and in fucking jail too for what you've unleashed, the humiliation, pain and suffering you and you alone have caused. Since you seem so keen to take credit for the whole damn thing, that is!"

Slowly, meticulously, Kayleigh wiped the spit from her face, her expression carefully, calculatingly neutral. It incited greater fear in her than any sneer or scowl she could have painted on.

“If you think I'm the one that's fucked up, you are very sadly in the wrong, my dear." Like honey drawn from a hornet's nest, her voice was sugary sweet and dripping with all the wrong notes. “Look at him. There is no greater wrong than what we're watching – and you're loving – through that window."

And Kasey had to look. Helena lay back on the table with Alex's cock in her mouth while her father rode her cock, taking the dominant position as he claimed every drop of pleasure his body yearned for from her. His new pussy seemed to suck at her length with every downward push, hips working harder than they ever had in any session of fucking where he'd been the one using his cock, the movement entirely different for a newly born hermaphrodite to get used to. Curtis, however, seemed to manage well enough if his moans were anything to go by, cock throbbing and spurting as Helena groaned and, Kasey assumed, filled him with her cream.

Kasey bit her lip, shuddering as she tried to turn away, but those sharp nails dug into her jaw, wrenching her head back into place.

“Watch! You will watch!"

And so she was forced to. She had to see that shaft that she'd made love to – and the man behind it – bounce and throb, Curtis' head falling back in sheer lust as he moaned. Helena would have moaned too if her mouth was not full of her uncle's cock, although the thrust and grind of her hips told the story of her pleasure all the same, the daughter they'd loved and adored – still did – planting her feet onto the metal table to lend more power and strength to her thrusts. Her only intent was on breeding her father and filling him with as many eggs as she had laid only a few hours ago.

Against herself – oh, she didn't want to, but she had to – Kasey let out a long, low moan. Kayleigh smirked, turning her head to face her sharply, just another demonstration of her control.

“That's better, isn't it?" She crooned nastily. “It's so much easier when you simply give in to me, isn't it? They're doing what they want, after all, what they were made to do – what my creature was made to do. And you should enjoy the show too."

Alex hissed through his teeth, hips juddering up to Helly's face as he crammed every last inch of his cock into her mouth, Curtis slipping off the table with a groan and shaking legs. Kasey paid them no mind, her attention fixed solely on Kasey and Kasey alone.

“Imagine how much good you're going to do for the world of science with all the tests we'll run on you," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair back behind her bound victim's ear. “It'll be a long life for you here, but you'll do so much good, all under my hand and control."

Lifting her head slowly, Kasey smiled. It was a small smile, hair clinging damply to the sweaty back of her neck, but it was a smile all the same.

Kayleigh faltered.

“Somehow, I don't think you'll be doing that," she said softly. “You're not going to run any tests on anyone ever again."

“Oh!" Kayleigh smirked and half-shrugged. “I'm simply dying to hear why that is. Do tell – I'm quivering in anticipation!"

But Kasey did not reply with anything more than that knowing little smile, eyes drifting to a point over the shoulder of the technician who had made her life hell. The technician and controller who had made the lives of her family hell.

Kayleigh followed her gaze to the second room where Curtis had Alex bent over the desk, shockingly pushing into his new pussy with the raw abandon of a virgin given everything they'd ever desired in lust and love. His lips parted as Helena's would have, but there was something missing. It took Kayleigh a moment.

She blinked several times in quick succession, drawing back a breath.

“Where is the little whore?"

Something slammed into the back of Kayleigh's head and the woman dropped to the floor like a stone, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Sweet unconsciousness claimed her and Helena stood there, shaking and glassy-eyed, the metal chair clutched between two hands. Behind her, Curtis and Alex had no presence of mind to look their way, but they had done their job admirably as a distraction at the crux of the moment.

Smiling, Kasey's eyes shot up to the vent above the door. Every last bolt had been pushed out of it. So, her daughter had seen through her little plan.

That's my girl!

“Well done, Hel!" Kasey beamed, proud of her daughter despite their predicament. “Quickly – get me out of this!"

Dropping the chair, Helly raced to do as her mother asked, fingers trembling terribly as she fought with the straps as Kasey fidgeted, stiff and impatient to be free. Whimpering, she flung herself, nude and covered in all manner of sexual fluids and slime from the laying, into her mother's arms, collapsing into the little girl she still was at heart.

“I'm so sorry, mom!" She wailed, tears streaming down her face. “I didn't think you would be watching, but then I heard you and the vent, the vent was loose, like the one in the corridor you told me about. I did listen even if you think I didn't! I never thought you'd end up in here... This isn't right, being tied up with that what woman was doing with you isn't fun! It's not right!"

“Helly," Kasey murmured, drawing her tight to her chest. “I wanted to be in here. Don't think I didn't know about this."

Her daughter blinked rapidly, pulling back to study her own mother's face as if she had suddenly taken on the features of a stranger.

“What do you mean? You wanted to be locked up in here with us?"

Kasey laughed softly and shook her head, holding up a single finger.

“Not quite. But I have a way. I can get us out of here – Helly! We can go home!"

Well, not quite home, but anywhere would be better than the laboratory. And, despite what she'd been permitted to do within the lab's sordid walls, her daughter's eyes lit up with hope that she had not even realised was missing, lips parted breathily.

“No more tests?" She whispered. “We can just go and it'll just be us again? Our lives back?"

Kasey baulked, forcing the moisture down that prickled in the corners of her eyes. Not now! It was not the time.

“I didn't realise," she started, emotion thick in her throat. “I'm so sorry, Hel, I thought you were so wrapped up..."

“In sex?"

Mute, Kasey nodded, holding Helly tight to her chest. As her daughter's fingernails dug into her back, there was no need for further words. They understood one another.

“Let's get out of here."

Prone on the floor, Kayleigh could have been a dead body, but Kasey tried not to look too closely as she swiped the keys from her pocket. One of them had to get them out of the hellhole.

They raced to the door, Helena screeching shrilly for Alex and Curtis to cut it the hell out and come with them – heavens, Kasey had to laugh at her sometimes! – and Kasey cursed as she fumbled with the keys.

“Come on... Come on..."

But encouraging herself wasn't going to do any good and she slammed the heel of her hand into the door in frustration as not a single one of the keys she tried worked. Helena pushed in and tried the handle – why hadn't she done that first of all? – but it only confirmed that the door to what they hoped against hope was the exit was locked to all.

Snarling, Kasey kicked it, frustration boiling over in the heated tingle of lingering arousal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Curtis shouted, but blood roared in her ears, blocking out all noise as her heart beat drummed.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum!

_ _

An arm snaked around her throat and she was yanked bodily back and away from the door, thrown off balance at the crucial point. She swung for her attacker, but it was too late as Kayleigh slammed her into the wall, letting her crumple to the floor in a similar fashion to how she'd been felled. There was no eloquence to their exchange of blows and shrieks, however, as Kayleigh flipped her hand and stalked away with all the air and attitude of someone who had already won a battle.

Lips contorted cruelly, Kayleigh slid back a panel, revealing a square of buttons and dials on the wall. What they were for, Kasey did not dare imagine, trying to push herself up even as Helly dug her hands under her armpits, helping her mother as she'd been helped only earlier.

It seemed like so long ago.

“Oh, Kasey. Kasey, Kasey, Kasey."

She dug her mental claws into the realm of consciousness, cheek pressed to the cold floor as something wet trickled off her lips, hot and metallic and raw. Her skull pounded, the key loose on the floor before her, so close and yet still hopelessly out of reach. Helena screamed.

Looming over her, Kayleigh smiled that sickening smile.

“You're not going anywhere."