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Tia had to steady her trembling hand as she transcribed Ernest’s words. Following months of research the chance to finally meet the mysterious businessman filled her with as much anxiety as excitement. After all, Ernest Smith never did interviews: he was a billionaire recluse whose entire presence in the public eye was usually limited to fleeting headlines highlighting some new wildly successful merger his company had made. An exclusive interview with him could make her career as an investigative journalist. All she had to do was keep her cool.
‘This manor belonged to my great-grandfather,’ Ernest said while leading her down a long corridor. ‘It’s been passed down through the years to my grandfather, then my father, and now to me.’ As he spoke he indicated a series of large portraits hung regularly along the walls. The likeness between the four men was uncanny. In fact, the only way to differentiate them was the style of the frames, beginning with ornate Victorian finesse and ending with a modern minimalist design.
The sight of the near-identical paintings churned Tia’s gut. Averting her gaze, she crossed out the last few lines of her transcript before immediately rewriting them just to distract herself.
‘So tell me, Tia, why are you really here?’
Ernest’s question took Tia off guard, but she impressed herself with how smoothly she replied. ‘To show my readers what really drives one of the world’s most successful businessmen. And maybe get a little fame of my own in the process,’ she added with a conspiratorial wink.
But Ernest wasn’t fooled.
‘No,’ he said simply. ‘You and I both know your readers don’t care about me. Most of them don’t even know my name. And if you wanted fame, you’d be chasing celebrity scandals, or going undercover to unearth dirty industry secrets, or throwing questions at politicians hoping they slip up. You’re not here for any of that. So I’ll ask again: why are you really here?’
Tia felt like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat. For a few seconds her mouth hinged open and closed uselessly as she tried to hold the words back, but then they were spilling out in a frantic torrent.
‘Because you look the same now as you did in pictures from thirty years ago. Because nobody has ever seen you or your father in one place together. Because as far as anybody can tell your mother doesn’t even exist. Because clones have less family resemblance than those portraits. Because… because…’ Tia paused, barely daring to say it out loud. ‘Because I think you’re immortal.’
Tia wanted the ground to swallow her up. She flushed, furious that she had voiced her stupid conspiracy theories out loud. As a journalist she knew she was supposed to follow the facts, but this time those facts had led her to a conclusion that could only make sense in fiction.
But when she met his eye again, she was surprised to find that Ernest was smiling. They had reached the end of the corridor and were stood at a set of large oak doors carved with what appeared to be naked demons all tangled up in sexual embrace.
‘Yes, we are,’ he said.
The thought struck Tia immediately: We?
But before she could voice it Ernest had pushed open the doors.
The scene beyond wasn’t all that different to the one carved into the doors themselves. Naked bodies were everywhere – spread across the floor, draped over the furniture, pressed against the walls – and all were eagerly succumbing to the desires of the flesh.
To one side Tia spotted a slender black woman with golden hoop earrings hungrily devouring the sex of a similarly nubile white brunette, her stockinged legs spread wide so her lover could feast. Even through fluttering lids the brunette was eyeing a man behind her sapphic companion, and when she caught his gaze she indicated the black woman’s raised ass with a mischievous grin.
Further along the same sofa a beautiful Asian woman lay on her back while being ruthlessly pounded by an athletic black stud. With one hand wrapped around her ankle and the other pinning her thigh up against her plump tits, his thrusts came with devastating force and speed, so it was little wonder that the slut skewered on his cock was drooling heavily. An expression of cockdumb bliss was written on her pretty face, and Tia had the impression she had been in this state for some time given how many ribbons of cum twinkled across her thighs and stomach.
On the sofa opposite, a busty black beauty with long dreadlocks had her fingers buried to the knuckle in the pussy of another writhing white brunette. Leaning in close as she pumped in deep, the curvy deviant held the gaze of her slender companion while continually hissing degrading words into her groaning face. As Tia watched the brunette’s arousal seemed to overwhelm her, for with a particularly loud groan she hooked one leg around the black woman’s neck and pulled her in for an intensely passionate kiss.
Beside them a voluptuous white nympho was riding another black man as if her life depended on it. One hand gripping the edge of the sofa and the other in her own ass, her face was a mask of euphoria as she rolled and rocked and circled her hips, seemingly unable to get enough of his lengthy cock. Watching them both was a sultry Latina with wavy brown hair and a stunning figure, who grinned impishly as she watched them. Alternating between the two, she would whisper into their ears before leaning back and groping herself while she watched her slutty nothings drive them even wilder.
Tia wasn’t sure whether the doors had acted as a dam to hold back the symphony of moans filling the room, or whether she had just been too caught up in her conversation with Ernest to notice, but either way the atmosphere of lust broke over her in thick, seductive waves. It was as if the air itself was charged with arousal and simply being in the room was enough to set Tia’s pussy dripping. Despite herself, she was forced to squeeze her thighs together to stop herself squirming, and the urge to take a seat and masturbate until she couldn’t breathe was suddenly front and centre in her mind.
Still, the click of the door locking behind her bought Tia crashing back into reality.
Spinning around, she found Ernest smiling devilishly. She also found him naked. She was certain he hadn’t been out of view long enough to strip, yet his clothes were nowhere to be seen. Beneath them he was a lean, well-hung man, with firm muscles weaving like ocean currents under his black skin.
‘What… what is this?’
‘This is your new home,’ he said, taking a step forward. As he advanced Tia instinctively stepped back, but that only led her deeper into the heart of the orgy.
Tia wasn’t sure which emotion was screaming the loudest. Fear, confusion, arousal. All tumbled through her mind in a thrashing storm that made it difficult to think straight. ‘I… I don’t understand… who are these people?’
‘They’re like me,’ Ernest said simply. ‘And soon, you’ll be like them. You see, you’re not the first person to figure out our secret over the years. Take Evelina, for example,’ he said, gesturing to one of the women. ‘She used to be a maid in my household, until she got a glimpse of one of my private parties. She had always served me well, so I decided to let her join our little group. As you can see, she’s made a very enthusiastic addition.’
Tia was only partially listening. Instead her focus was on Evelina, who she now realised was the black woman she had initially spotted – the one who had been eating out the stockinged brunette.
While Ernest had shepherded Tia into the middle of the room, Evelina had moved to a different sofa where she was hungrily gorging on the cock of a handsome black man. His meat was long and thick, yet she swallowed it easily, her nimble fingers jerking him off into her slobbering lips as she bobbed her head in an insatiable rhythm. Her body was slung low against the cushions, and the man’s hand had already found her ass, which he groped and slapped from time to time.
But his attention was distracted when the busty dreadlocked slut joined them on the sofa. Immediately locking lips with him, she pressed her fat tits against his chest before taking his free hand and guiding it around to cup her own ass. She giggled as he squeezed hard, her ebony flesh bulging between his fingers. It seemed the harder he groped her, the harder she kissed him and soon the air was thick with the wet sounds of their sparring tongues.
All the while Evelina continued to inhale his huge cock, her eyes rolling with slutty delight as she did so.
The sight was simultaneously mortifying and also the hottest thing Tia had ever seen.
‘When?’ Tia asked, her voice trembling. ‘When did she join you?’
Ernest thought on this for a moment. ‘You know, when you reach a hundred, you tend to stop counting the years. But I believe she transformed at the turn of the century – the twentieth century, that is. 1902, if I recall correctly.’
This time when he moved closer, Tia was too focused on the sordid trio to step away. ‘That’s the thing about mortals: you never see the bigger picture. Sure, you figured out my secret, but you were so wrapped up trying to comprehend the reality of my immortality that you never even considered how lonely I would be if I was the only one.
‘The truth is most of us have been in this together since the very start. We were a coven. Until we stumbled on a very powerful spell – one that could prolong our lifespans indefinitely. The thing is, dark magic that strong tends to pack a punch. In our case, it didn’t just make us immortal – it made us a hive.’
Tia frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I’d love to tell you,’ Ernest smiled, mischief written on his handsome face, ‘but it would be much easier just to show you.’
And with that he was kissing her.
The touch of Ernest’s lips opened a doorway deep in Tia’s soul, and through it came a torrent of magic that threatened to shatter her mind.
All at once she became one with the immortals surrounding. She could feel their pleasure and lust, their infinite arousal and hunger for sin. Their fantasies and desires rushed through her mind in an avalanche that forced aside her own thoughts entirely. She could even sense their memories lurking beneath the ecstasy, decades of depravity acting as the bedrock for the combined psyche.
Tia felt like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. Yet it was the sudden ability to feel every physical sensation in that web that threatened to drive her insane.
On the sofa nearby, the dreadlocked woman had descended to her knees and taken over the role of cocksucker from Evelina. Yet to Tia, it felt for all the world as if she was the one feeding on the man’s dick. The taste of him was on her lips while the erotic ache of him stretching her throat blossomed around her neck; the soft rug brushed her knees, the tickle of dreadlocks shifting over bare skin danced across her back, the weight of jiggling tits tugged on her chest; the hair of his legs brushed her arms and the tingle of warm air over her wet pussy sent shivers up her spine.
At the same time, she could feel his pleasure too. The orgasmia of having her cock sucked was mind-bending and she could feel her breath coming in horny gasps as her eyes rolled back up into her skull, sending a soft ache through the sockets. Her hand was resting on her lover’s dreadlocks, guiding her down repeatedly to sheathe her manhood between plump lips, and her balls were swollen and full, so close to unloading that the urge eclipsed everything else.
And alongside these sensations Tia’s mind was filled with countless more. The two women further down the sofa – one devouring the other’s pussy – delivered a frenzy of sapphic greed. Nearby, Evelina was being ravaged in all three holes and the sensation was enough to make Tia groan into Ernest’s mouth. The man buried in Evelina’s cunt had his face pinned beneath the crotch of a nubile blonde who was giggling deliriously as she rode his lips hard. Off to one side a handful of lovers were locked in a bout of frenzied mutual masturbation, while one woman had been forced up against the doors and was being pounded hard against their unyielding surface.
When Ernest finally pulled away, Tia had sagged into his arms. The door in her mind slammed closed and for several long seconds she was stunned into silence, the abrupt absence of their magical bond leaving her feeling cold and detached.
‘Join us,’ he said softly. ‘All that can be yours. It’s why I invited you here. We all agreed long ago that anybody who could figure out our secret should be given the chance to join our hive. That was just a taste of the pleasures we can show you if you accept.’
Still slumped in Ernest’s embrace, it took Tia a while to gather her scattered thoughts and process his words. As the gravity of his offer sank in every fibre of Tia’s being was desperate to accept. Unfortunately for her, there was still a small self-righteous sliver of her mind that would not accept the strange situation, and this was the part that answered.
In the decades to come, Tia would curse herself for letting her doubt and fear win out.
‘I… I can’t,’ she said.
‘I’m very sorry to hear that.’ Ernest – ironically – sounded genuinely sincere. Even so, there was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he continued. ‘I was hoping you would join us willingly. But I suppose it doesn’t much matter given that you’ll succumb to us either way.’
Still reeling, Tia’s body ached to feel that pleasure again. Nevertheless, a thread of worry wormed through her insides as Ernest’s grip tightened around her.
‘I don’t understand,’ she said.
‘Well, it’s like I said before: you know our secret. And now you know the truth I’m afraid we can’t let you leave. If you’d chosen to join us we would have welcomed you with open arms. But now a different fate awaits you: a life of eternal enslavement in our hive of hedonism.’ Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper. ‘Don’t worry though, we’ll happily fuck out all those silly brains that got you into this mess. That way you’ll be our brainless little sex doll forever. Doesn’t that sound fun?’
Despite the dangerous edge to Ernest’s words, Tia found herself hanging on each one. Deep down she knew the glimpse of their magic had corrupted her, but as the realisation that her old life was over sank in she realised she simply didn’t care. Because now the door had closed, her entire being craved the sensations of the hive as desperately as an addict who’d been denied their fix.
And although Tia didn’t get chance to reply before he was kissing her once more, her soul sang one word as they locked lips again: Yes.
All at once Tia could feel the sensations of the hive again. Only this time there was no door in her mind. Instead the ecstasy crashed over her consciousness like an almighty wave and swamped her soul. It filled her to the brim, eroding her worries and inhibitions until they crumbled into the abyss of carnal longing that now swirled within her. She felt like a narrow stream filtering into a vast ocean and the longer Ernest kissed her the more the currents of her psyche were assimilated into the vast desire of her new family.
Tia could feel Evelina being pounded savagely from behind as vividly as she could feel the pleasure of the man fucking her hard. In their shadow a beautiful Asian woman was being hammered with similar force, and Tia could feel the groans of both the woman and her lover in her throat. She experienced fingers in pussies and coiled around cocks; she tasted sweat and cum and pussy nectar on her lips.
And in amongst the erotic cacophony now racing through her mind, Ernest’s thoughts cut through with surprising clarity.
Now that you belong to us I think it’s time we made a few changes. After all, any slave of ours should be a true vessel of sin. Fortunately our magic is fuelled by lust. Therefore the harder we fuck, the more we can corrupt you.
In response to Ernest’s thoughts the atmosphere in the room immediately changed. Everything intensified: thrusts became harder, moans became louder, fingers and hands and hips pumped with renewed zeal.
And now she was a part of their web all that erotic energy converged on Tia. She was still kissing Ernest when her body began to change, but she was so horny she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
Her lithe figure filled out as he held her in his embrace. Swelling breasts pressed against his chest. Plumping thighs rubbed over his. And when his hand descended to her ass, it found inflating cheeks that bulged through his softly squeezing fingers. Soon enough her lean, athletic physique had vanished beneath sultry curves, while the healthy tan she had acquired from long days of outdoor reporting paled into a lighter complexion that spoke of an existence spent almost entirely indoors.
In amongst the more obvious aspects of her transformation, the were many minor magical alterations too. Her lashes, for instance, fluttered against Ernest’s face having extended to twice their original length. A little lower her lips had grown into a pout as full and insatiable as all the others she could feel gliding along cocks or suckling on clits all around the room. Her pubic hair retracted to leave her pussy shaved – a pussy which itself was both tighter and wetter than before – while on her head the opposite occurred, her short brown bob abruptly extending into waves that swept over her shoulders, their ends dyed blonde.
Tia felt like a battery being charged. Unable to escape, she could only accept her fate as the hive poured their insatiable desire into her. And as the magic consumed her, she realised far too late that her fate as their forever slave had been sealed the moment she entered the building.
When Ernest finally released her, Tia was unrecognisable. The slender brunette reporter had been replaced by a curvy, rosy-cheeked bombshell. Her clothes had vanished, including her underwear, leaving behind only a pair of sleek stockings and a delicate lace garter belt. Her thoughts were jumbled and only echoes of her old psyche remained, like flotsam drifting on an ocean of desire. Her bosom shuddered as her breath came in trembling gasps.
Weakened by the sheer intensity of the pleasure filling her mind, Tia collapsed onto a nearby coffee table. The cool marble top sent a shiver through her hot skin – a shiver she simultaneously watched and felt run through the rest of the hive.
It was only then that Tia realised the hive had finally stopped fucking. Now every member was standing over her, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and their eyes bright with lust. They formed a living wall around her with Ernest at the front.
‘Welcome to your new life, Tia,’ he smiled. ‘If you serve us well then perhaps we’ll offer you the chance to join us as an equal in another century or so. Then again, maybe by then you’ll be too addicted to a life of eternal enslavement to give it up.’
The next voice Tia heard was in her head. It was the united voice of the hive speaking as one. Can we play with her now?
Ernest’s smile spread into a wicked grin. ‘Now and forevermore,’ he replied out loud.
Like ravenous piranhas descending on wounded prey, the hive swarmed Tia. They claimed her with hands and lips and tongues, groping her tits and kissing her flesh and eating her tight, sweet pussy. And as every member of the hive made it their mission to fuck their new slave into brainless oblivion, there was only one thing Tia could do to vent the endless pleasure: scream. And scream. And scream…
Thanks for reading!
As with a few of the stories this month, the gallery for this one has been on my to-write list for a while. The main issue I faced when trying to come up with an idea to write for it is that orgies are often quite difficult to write for because they understandably don’t focus on one model. This means that it can be hard to string together multiple images in a way that makes sense to the scene due to the variability in the framing of the images. It also makes description of the scene harder, because there are a lot more characters to include.
Having said all that, the right idea can really smooth out those issues and make it a lot easier to write. For example, in this story the lack of a central model didn’t matter too much because it wasn’t until the very final image that Tia became an active part of the orgy. As for the inclusion of many different characters, describing them as Tia saw them allowed me to streamline things because even though there were many different people around her, she would only be able to focus on a handful at a time.
And I have to say, I’m really glad the idea worked out because I really enjoyed this one. Hive-mind stories hold a special kind of appeal for me for multiple reasons, but I don’t write them very often since the main kick for me is writing about characters joining a hive for the first time, and I don’t want to constantly repeat the same concept in a different skin.
Maybe I’ll dabble in hive-mind content here and there in the future, but if not I’m very happy with how this one turned out and I hope you enjoyed it as much as me!
Gallery: https://www.ultra4kporn.com/maya-woulfe-kira-noir-in-euro-orgy/
