Jane's Mission - Ch. 03

The next morning, Jane woke up to a wet nose between her legs. Judas, by now completely addicted to human lust, was eagerly licking her swollen folds with his purple tongue. She lay dozing in bed, letting it happen, and eventually, she came lazily.

Her husband watched in silence, again, but then suddenly left for the bathroom. She barely noticed it, too overwhelmed by the deep orgasm that was stretched endlessly by the rubbery tongue that entered her so deeply.

Afterwards, she dozed off again, but woke from her slumber because she felt someone was watching her. She blinked lazily, but then opened her eyes wide in startle!

After all the absurd experiences of the past weeks, she had thought that nothing could surprise her anymore, but -boy- was she wrong...

For standing by the bed was her husband, naked, with the collar of Judas around his neck. With an incredible erection and a pleading look, he offered her the leash.

Her surprise turned into a fit of laughter. It seemed as if all the mental tension of the past few days (maybe years) had to get out, and for minutes she lay there, rolling around on the bed, howling with laughter, while both Judas and Henry looked on sheepishly. Then, still sobbing, she took the leash and positioned Henry on his hands and feet in front of her.

Without formalities, she unrolled her ovipositor and plunged it into his middle-aged ass. Simultaneously, she gave Judas a mental image of a purple collar around her own slender neck. A few seconds later, she already felt his elastic tongue curling around her throat and his large, shaggy dog frame climbing onto her own, thrusting body. His hips aligned themselves with hers, catching her rhythm, and she felt his warm flexible cock melting inside of her.

Delightfully slowly she penetrated Henry, who tugged against the collar, panting with pleasure, and at the same her womb was mercilessly invaded by the alien in the body of what had once been their faithful four-legged friend. His purple cock now took the shape of the tentacle he had learned to make yesterday, and he caressed and stroked the pumping ovipositor which emerged from the cavity he so clearly dominated.

She knew she was in control during every aspect of their mission, but at moments like these, she surrendered completely, and eagerly accepted Judas's dominance over her body. The creature was allowed to do whatever he wanted with her. Beloved had taught her to let go of control, and she loved placing her fate in the paws of this strong alien beast. With a deep moan, she plunged into a new orgasm, while Henry simultaneously smeared his stomach and their bed with what looked like buckets of semen.

Judas -apparently- couldn't let that dose of high quality protein pass him by, and after his own climax he slid off Jane's back and licked up the white stuff with his long, purple dog tongue. It was the first time Jane saw him 'eat' anything, except for the juices from her pussy. Henry looked at the scene in surprise, but the slurping sounds seemed to give him similar ideas, for his gaze shifted lustfully towards the rosy Alien fluid dripping from Jane's snatch.

Showing a rare moment of initiative, he kneeled between her spread legs and looked at her questioningly. After a brief nod from her, his own -inadequately human- tongue started to lick her clean. He drank every dripping drop from her pussylips and sucked on her still protruding ovipositor.

It was the first blowjob-like act she ever received and Jane purred like a happy cat. She could hardly believe that it was her own -once indifferent and cold- husband who could elicit that sound from her. The fluids Judas's body secreted were not sperm but toxins he had learned to produce on Beloved's orders, and the arousinf effects were very clearly visible on Henry as he indulged in the pink stuff.

Judas seemed unable to ignore the man's panting and his bent-over body, because a moment later the duo was involved in a new compromising position, this time without Jane. As she got up to take a shower, she didn't even bother to erase Henry's memory this time. Even if he believed this was really happening, by now he was clearly way too hooked himself to ever betray them.

---

Half an hour later, after a lovely shower and with a rosy glow, she walked across the hotel courtyard. She had to pick up the supplies to carry out her plan for the day. Amazing morning-sex, all well and good, but she still had a mission to carry out!

Today she had invited a good friend and her family for a guided hiking trip along a nearby trail that--according to the hotel's brochure--promised spectacular views. Not that she intended to hike the entire route.

Once deep enough in the jungle, she would sedate them, get them wet and horny, and place the eggs. It might get a tad incestuous today, but when she had objected to that idea during the preparation of their mission, it had been quickly dismissed by Beloved.

The non-human being saw no problem with it: no fertilization would take place, at least not between the humans themselves, and all five of them would be excellent carriers. Jane had soothed her conscience with the idea that they wouldn't remember it anyway, but she still had mixed feelings about this part of their plan.

Nevertheless, none of these feelings in the mix were something that resembled doubt: the order was deeply etched into her mind,

and she would carry it out to the bitter end.

But to do so, some minor adjustments had to be made to the lunch packs she had ordered at the reception.

She was told they would be ready to pick up, here in the annex, but she found herself standing before a closed door. Jane looked at her watch, knocked again, and looked around the courtyard, feeling somewhat lost.

Just at that moment, one of the stablehands passed by with a beautiful horse on the reins. The hotel was known for having high-quality stables with a few excellent thoroughbreds, so many horse lovers stayed there. Jane herself was also an avid rider, and she looked admiringly at the animal, which obediently followed the stablehand's commands.

"Are you looking for something, miss?" the man asked her politely. He spoke with a slight American or Canadian accent, which should be unexpected, so deep in the heart of Brazil, but not in this hotel. It was one of the most exclusive places in the country, the reason why the congress was held here, and thus a gathering place for many different nationalities.

When she made eye contact, Jane saw the stablehand's pupils dilate and a slight blush appear on his cheeks.

"Oh," she stuttered, surprised by his physical reaction, "Umm, I'm supposed to pick up packed lunches here, but there is no one around."

"Ah, yes, that's right, I just saw Mr. Santos rushing off, something about a broken freezer in the main building. He'll be back shortly."

"Well, okay, um, thank you," she stammered, somewhat awkwardly. The way the man -still a boy in her opinion- stood to undress her with his eyes, completely unsettled her.

He was somewhere in his late 20s or early 30s, so almost 30 years younger than she was, and not unattractive. Broad shoulders, regular strong features, short light brown hair. She didn't understand why he was looking at her with such an eager gaze. She hadn't been looked at like that for years.

She pretended to brush a lock of her grey hair back, and subtly felt behind her left ear. Had she perhaps accidentally sprayed some pheromones in his direction? But no... the little mouth was closed and felt dry. That meant that these feelings of attraction were entirely his.

(What Jane failed to understand was that she was still a very beautiful woman and that, after nearly three weeks of sex marathons, she looked very fit and positively glowing. She had always hidden herself behind an icy mask, but nowadays she looked very warm and approachable.)

An awkward silence fell, or at least it felt so to Jane, as she stood there, waiting for Mr. Santos's return. The stable boy seemed in no hurry to move on, and the horse too, remained standing beside him patiently. Just to say something, Jane turned to the mare and stroked her head. "What a magnificent animal, this one."

"Oh yes, she is! I have been training her since she was a foal, but soon I will have to say goodbye... the day after tomorrow she's leaving for Dubai."

"Ah?" that caught Jane's attention. Dubai was a destination within a region for which she hadn't found a carrier yet. "And will you accompany her, then?"

"No, I'm traveling to Vancouver after this (well ok, also a decent destination!), spend some time with my family." He didn't look very enthusiastic at the thought, but he seemed to shake it off, and the sad look dissapeared when they made eye contact. "Hey, if you like horses, maybe I can give you a tour of the stables tomorrow?"

"Oh," Jane hadn't thought she would ever blush like a schoolgirl again, but she did anyway. "Well... yes, that sounds good. Thank you!"

A genuine smile appeared on his face, and he briefly shook her hand, as if he wanted to seal the deal that way.

"Right, I'm looking forward to it. Just come by tomorrow afternoon, some time after lunch? Or when it suits you? I'm here all day."

He gave a subtle nod, and stroked her fingers, "See you tomorrow... miss uhm...?"

"Jane. Jane Saunders."

"Well, miss Jane Saunders, I'm Ben. Looking forward to tomorrow then!" he finally let go of her hand, and after one last intense look, he walked on with the horse towards the stables, leaving Jane completely perplexed.

At that moment, Mr. Santos came around the corner, hurrying towards her with an apologetic look on his face.

"Oh my, forgive me, senhora, I was called away for an emergency," he began apologizing, searching agitatedly through his bunch of keys. "So inconvenient that I kept you waiting, just a moment, senhora, I will bring you the packed lunches shortly."

"Don't worry, it's fine," Jane assured him, and as she watched the stable boy go, she mumbled, "I had an interesting time."

--

An hour later, she walked with two well-filled backpacks to the gigantic jeep who was waiting at the parking lot. This enormous vehicle and an experienced guide were also included in the booking.

The man -with his native features clearly a local-, was patiently waiting behind the wheel, ready to take Jane and her group to their destination.

A bit further off, her friend Anne and her husband Fred were already dawdling around. Too early, as always. Anne was waving at her while Fred casted dubious glances in the direction of their driver/guide. He wasn't a racist, Jane knew, but a very narrow-minded man (not the best quality for a diplomat, in her opinion).

"Good morning, Jane," Anne greeted her with her usual smile: friendly but reserved. The tall blonde woman reminded Jane of herself, or at least: the version of herself she had been before she met Beloved.

In this little world of fleeting contacts and pragmatic relationships, Anne -despite both their reserved personalities- was the closest thing to a friend for Jane. As compatriots who moved in the same international social circles, they had been running into each other for years, usually at events where they were all alone, while their husbands (both diplomats) were networking. For lack of a better option and out of opportunism, they had built a bond that, despite this superficial foundation, had proved surprisingly strong.

The only distinction between them was the age difference of almost 15 years and the fact that Anne had become a mother, while Jane had not. Sometimes, Jane envied Anne's little family, wondering how things between her and Henry might have turned out if they'd had children. Would they still have grown so bitter and cold towards each other?

Probably! Or maybe even worse, Jane thought, as she looked at Fred. Anne's ambitious husband was an absent father who was often abroad. He hardly saw his family, and he and Anne were respectful towards each other, but not particularly loving.

That didn't matter in this case: love was not necessary voor Janes's mission as long as the travel plans of her targets fit into the bigger picture. Jane knew from a reliable source that Fred's next destination was Beijing, while Anne would travel back to their apartment in Strasbourg. Two very good destinations for Beloved's eggs.

"Oh look, there are the children already," Anne pointed. Two young adults sauntered towards them, both bright, blond and blueeyed, like their mother: 21-year-old Charles and his 18-year-old sister Diana.

Charles was a copy of his father: smart and handsome, but also overly privileged and quite full of himself. He would leave after this break to return to the United States to continue his studies at Harvard.

His sister Diana was a very different type, and the one for whom Jane secretly felt the most sympathy. The girl was very shy and a bit naive. She was raised rather sheltered and kept small. Soon she would return to the boarding school in Switzerland, near Geneva, where she would graduate in a couple of months.

"Hi, Miss Saunders," Charles interrupted Jane's thoughts. She found him a bit slick, and his smug smile put her off, but above all, she could only moderately appreciate the longing look he sometimes gave his sister, when he thought no one was paying attention.

Jane had often wondered if the parents themselves had never found it problematic to name their son and daughter after a famously tragic couple. She knew that Anne was a big fan of the British royal family, but it seemed to have set in motion a kind of perverse fantasy in her son's mind. Today, however, this coincided with the plans Jane had for them, so to hell with her reservations.

Diana smiled at her shyly. The girl had an angelic, ethereal glow, and at 18 still seemed innocence personified. After all those years at a strict boarding school, she clearly hadn't seen much of life yet.

"Good morning, everyone! Hop in, hop in, and make yourselves comfortable. It's just under an hour's drive to our starting point!" Jane gestured kindly, "José here will be our driver and guide for the day."

The older, tanned man nodded briefly to the group and showed them to their seats so they could leave quickly.

It was not the first time their families had gone for a walk together. Anne and Jane had attended and hosted many hikes together these past years. It was something you could organize at almost any destination, and a pleasant way to maintain informal contacts.

That's why Anne didn't have any suspicions when Jane had invited her, and given Jane's husband's influential position, Fred had been easily persuaded to join. Even though Henry himself wasn't coming, it never hurt to be on Jane's good side as well. Like everything in their world, this walk wasn't just for relaxation, but also a networking opportunity: Blending business with leisure (and in this case also pleasure, if everything went according to plan).

Anne and Jane took their seats on the bench next to the driver, while Fred sat in the back seat with his children. Jane saw in the rearview mirror how Charles scooted over until he sat unnecessarily close to his sister. She felt a slight shiver, but suppressed it and switched into hostess mode.

The drive to the starting point was agreeable: there was some catching up and jokes were made. Jane inquired about the children's school results and Anne's ceramics lessons, and conversely, she was asked how the orchard and philanthropic projects were going. Like real diplomats, their conversation was pleasantly effortless but superficial.

Since the conversations did not take much of her energy, Jane had enough mental space left to reach out to Judas. During their ride, she tried several times to contact him through their mental connection. She wanted to check what he was doing and was not surprised to see that he and Henry were still deeply entangled in each other.

From the very graphic images (and sounds) she was receiving, she gathered that they were doing it in a sort of 69-like position. She chuckled and made a mental note: she could use that -and actually everything they had tried out this morning- as a source of inspiration for today. Her victims would certainly appreciate it.

She tried to get Judas's attention again, because Henry had an important meeting coming up and had to leave on time. Not that she cared much about her husband's career anymore, but it was a convenient cover, and she didn't want it to blow up.

However, it proved harder than expected to reach the alien. She could look through his eyes, but he was so deeply engrossed in his own pleasure that he didn't really notice her. The distance also seemed to have a negative effect on the quality of their bond and at some point, the direct contact even snapped. She sighed and shrugged. It was inconvenient, but she had to let go and hope that Henry would come to his senses in time. He was a grown man and not her problem: right now, she had to focus on the task ahead of her.

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Eventually, they arrived at a well-maintained path that seemed to lead into the vast Brasilian jungle. Their guide José began to reel off his standard lines, in flawless English: "We are going to make a relatively short loop and will be back at the jeep within a few hours. This is some authentic piece of rainforest, so the area can be quite swampy and is anaconda territory, so stay on the path at all times."

Diana let out a little scream.

"Don't worry," José reassured, "These impressive animals are not aggressive, rather shy actually. They don't see humans as prey either. Unless you disturb their nest, they will tend to avoid contact. If we stay on the path, we have nothing to fear."

"Come on little sister, don't be scared," Charles gave her a playful poke and hugged her a little too brotherly, (or not brotherly enough).

Anne also smiled encouragingly at her daughter. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you can do this."

Clearly still anxious, Diana nodded hesitantly. She was too much of a people-pleaser to keep protesting for long.

---

After an hour of walking without incident, in overwhelming nature with indeed beautiful views, José suggested taking a break at a clearing with a small pool.

"We weren't allowed to leave the path, were we?" Diana asked anxiously.

"Relax," Jane soothed, "Look," and she pointed to a circle of stones that had clearly been laid there. A round, low rock in the middle of the circle roughly served as a kind of table. "People have picnicked here before. Isn't that right, José?" She glanced sideways at the older man. "And I don't see a single anaconda here."

José nodded, "This used to be a sacred place for the local tribe, but is now indeed a designated picnic spot. It is completely safe here."

They each sat down on a stone in the circle, and Jane handed out the packed lunches. "There's a thermos of soup for everyone too!" she chirped, "It smelled really good when I went to pick it up, I hope it's still warm!"

Everyone took a thermos, even the guide, and started opening it. Fred the dad unscrewed his cap first and inhaled deeply. His gaze immediately turned glassy and dazed.

"Delicious," he mumbled.

"Oh really?" his wife asked, and she and the children -and even José- now sniffed their thermos curiously too. Not much later, five pairs of eyes were staring owl-eyedly at Jane.

She gave herself a mental pat on the back. Another successful ruse!

She had been afraid that the outside air would dilute her controlling and arousing gases too much, and she hadn't been able to bring Judas along because Diana had a phobic fear of dogs.

That's why Jane had opted for this plan B.

The thermoses had indeed once contained soup, but she had replaced it with highly concentrated gases, which Judas injected into it beforehand. Jane suspected that the heavily seasoned soup would not be missed and that the participants would provide the spiciness themselves.

And sure enough, once again she saw the toxins doing their job and the arousal rising in the apathetic-looking people. Blushes appeared on cheeks and stiff nipples were shown, while the excitement was starting to build up. Now it was simply a matter of rousing them from that apathy and spurring them into action. She reviewed her tactics from the previous day, for they had been very successful.

Perhaps she should ask the same question? It had provided so many useful leads yesterday.

Jane leaned closer to her obedient audience and asked in a conspiratorial tone, "Tell me, what things do you dream of at night, things you dare not tell anyone? What are your deepest and darkest fantasies?"

Fred and Anne both shouted promptly, "A threesome!" and then looked at each other in surprise, laughing foolishly. José hissed something in Portuguese that Jane didn't understand, but Diana said shyly, "I think my fantasy is to lose my virginity. I have absolutely no experience yet, so no dark desires either."

At the same time, Jane heard Charles mumble something unintelligible, but she didn't need to hear it to know what he had said: "To fuck my virgin sister." Creepy bastard.

She put on her smiling mask and looked at the group of five, who were now clearly suffering from the aphrodisiac toxins they had inhaled so liberally. Their breathing was rapid and shallow, and she saw through the men's shorts how their erections pressed painfully against the fabric.

"Why don't we all start by taking off our clothes? Just keep your socks and hiking boots on."

Not much later, everyone was naked. It was a funny sight, the combination of the exceedingly aroused people, wearing those very unsexy socks and shoes. Six very different bodies, but in their growing excitement, they were alike.

"Fred, lie on your back on the stone table, Anne on your hands and knees! Take a position on top of him, but upside down."

The two obeyed eagerly. They looked almost like an offering, as they took their positions on the flat rock in the center of the stone circle. Fred looked straight into his wife's cunt, while Ann sat with her nose on her husband's penis. Dreamily but passively, they stared at each other's genitals. Almost as if they were really seeing them for the first time.

"What are you waiting for?" Jane quipped bossily, "Lick! Suck!"

Anne immediately took her husband's hard erection completely into her mouth, and Fred also began diligently licking between his wife's already wet folds. Jane looked at José and pointed at Anne's bent over figure and exposed slit. He was a rather short man, in his fifties, with a brown, wiry body and a scrawny mustache, but his cock was on the larger side. Much bigger than Fred's.

"I think Anne would like to feel that in her pussy. Take your place behind her and penetrate her completely."

Without hesitation, José obeyed. He carefully positioned himself behind the couple and stroked Anne's white buttocks. Because she was bending over on the stone, her slit was at the perfect height. He could just remain standing upright, while the blunt head of his cock pushed against her welcoming cavity. With one fierce trust, he entered her and his shaft completely disappeared inside of her. The woman, who was still orally satisfying her husband, opened her eyes in surprise and let out a moan of approval.

Although a pumping cock now blocked the entrance to his wife's cunt, Fred continued licking enthusiastically. He suckled on Anne's swollen clitoris and labia, but also ran long strokes along José's pumping shaft, which was wet with his wife's juices. From the ecstatic expression on the guide's face, Jane could tell that he thought it felt amazing.

Meanwhile, Charles stood there -watching his parents fuck- with a stupid smile on his face, while rubbing his enormous swollen penis.

His sister looked first at her naked brother and then at the trio. "What is wrong with everybody?" she asked in an anxious voice. She seemed completely thrown off balance, but more worried than disgusted.

And she too was aroused. Her supple, young body was rosy and Jane saw, for although she squeezed her legs together anxiously, that Diana was mindlessly stroking her own stiff nipples. The girl glanced at her brother's engorged penis again, as if she were seeing something like that for the first time. (Which was probably true.)

Jane knew, of course, that she could simply order the innocent girl to get on her knees and take her brother's hard pole in her mouth, but she felt half playful, half mean. And she was very curious to know just how gullible Diana really was.

"Look, dear!" she said, in a high-pitched, soothing voice, as if she were talking to a toddler, "Your brother and your daddy have been poisoned. That's why their dicks are all swollen."

She took the moaning boy's member firmly in her hands, "Do you see how your mommy is trying to save your daddy's life by sucking the poison out? You will have to do the same with your brother. You want to save his life, don't you?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"Watch closely again how your mommy does it, and then start sucking as hard as you can on your brother's penis. That is the only way you can save him. Come on, quickly now!'

Without hesitation, the intoxicated girl dropped to her knees and took her brother's cock into her mouth. Her pink lips closed tightly around the head, and Jane watched as she sucked her cheeks in, in a desperate attempt to apply as much pressure as possible. The boy screamed, half in pain, half in ecstasy while she was literally siphoning him.

"Look how he's suffering, you have to take him even deeper. Look how deep your mother has taken your father," Jane whispered in her ear. And the girl obeyed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she studied her mother who was deepthroating her husband like a seasoned pro. Tears of exertion welled up in the corners of Diana's eyes, but she tilted her head, relaxed her jaw, and pushed her brother's penis all the way inside. The boy was completely blown away, literally and figuratively, and seemed barely able to stand on his feet.

Meanwhile, Jane gently stroked Diana's well-proportioned tushie before she ventured deeper. She pushed the girl's wet labia aside and began massaging her swollen clitoris. It was simply a precaution to make her even more willing, because she instinctively sensed that the girl still hadn't let go of all her inhibitions.

She heard Diana moan softly as her head bopped up and down over her brother's stiff penis. She gagged and sometimes choked, but persevered. By now, his entire length was wet and glistening with her saliva. Although she was clearly inexperienced and handling it clumsily, the mere thought of what his sister was doing to him became too much and Charles came like a rolling thunder. He placed his hand on the back of her blond head and began fucking her mouth in earnest. Moaning, he ejaculated all his semen deep into her throat.

The girl recoiled in shock, causing some of the gooey stuff to spray onto her angelic little face. With tearfilled eyes, she immediately let go of her brother's penis and looked behind her, at Jane.

"Is the poison out now?" she asked with a trembling voice.

"I'm afraid not," Jane mumbled and gently pushed the girl forward, so that she ended up on her hands and knees.

"Charles, come stand behind your sister," she ordered the boy immediately.

Completely dazed, with a faint smile on his lips, he obeyed. Jane began to massage his penis and knead his balls, but that was barely necessary; he was still hard and clearly ready for action again. At the same time, Jane continued thrusting the fingers of her other hand in and out of his sister's pussy. Diana followed the movements with her hips, to get the fingers as deep inside her as possible; Jane felt her vaginal walls trying to suck her digits in.

With a sudden movement, she removed her hand and instead pushed the brother's stiff cock into his sister's soaking wet cavity. They both screamed out in ecstasy (or shock).

"Listen carefully, you little shit" Jane whispered to the boy, "You may take her virginity but you are allowed to thrust into her until she comes. Then you pull out immediately. You may NOT cum inside her yourself. I have other plans for you. Do you understand?"

The boy nodded and began pumping intently, burying his full length deep inside his sister virgin hole. The girl's moans became louder and louder, her clit again being stimulated by the older woman's agile fingers. Jane loved feeling the boy's young, virile cock sliding in and out of his sister, while she massaged the girl's folds.

"Oh, aaah! Oh no nooo, what is happening to meeeee... aaaah?" the girl cried.

All the stimuli were really becoming too much for poor Diana, and whimpering like a wounded animal, she came, her eyes and mouth wide open. It might very well be her first orgasm and her innocent face looked so surprised and shocked, as if she had just seen an angel descend from heaven.

As instructed, the panting boy pulled his cock out of his sister's eager cunt, clearly with great difficulty, but well before he came himself. The girl moaned in disappointment, and Jane saw the lips of her pussy making gasping movements, as if it were wondering where that sudden emptiness came from. Satisfied, but unpleasantly yearning for more, Diana collapsed and fell to the ground, still panting.

"Okay, she seems completely out of it, I guess it would be best if I plant an egg in her right away, so she can rest." Jane thought to herself. A little worried, she looked at the girl again, who was just laying there. "I don't think she can handle much more of this. I just have to give her brother a new assignment first."

She dragged the boy by his still-stiff cock to his parents and José, who hadn't stopped satisfying each other. Fred was still lying on his back, his face buried deep in his wife's occupied pussy, while Anne stood bent over on hands and knees, with his cock deep in her throat and José drilling her foaming cunt. The calloused hands of the guide were massaging her bouncing breasts.

José's anus, however, was still completely exposed. Jane briefly massaged his puckered hole with her thumb, but then, without much ado, pushed Charles's cock into the guide's ass. A deep, rumbling groan escaped José, and Charles's dick went in surprisingly smoothly.

That was a stroke of luck: Jane had expected more resistance. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the boy's member was still so wet with saliva and juices from his sister. Was that why it slid in and out so easily? Whatever the reason: The younger man now dictated the rhythm in which the older man could thrust into the boy's mother. Charles was fucking his mommy by proxy.

Jane went to check on the woman. She knelt down beside her and whispered triumphantly in Anne's ear: "You wanted a threesome, but you're getting a foursome instead. You can thank me later."

The woman mumbled something approving, but did not let go of her husband's member, continuing to suck and lick obediently while trying her best to receive José's swollen cock, which was now pumping in and out of her at a very unpredictable rhythm. Charles and José, however, got into a good flow together and soon picked up a steady pace.

"Good job, guys," Jane urged the group. "Keep it up until someone has an orgasm. After that, you can switch positions as you please. Be creative. Every time someone comes, change positions again."

"Well," she thought, "they'll be busy with each other for a while. Time to plant my first egg of the day."

She turned around, back to Diana, and.... NO! WAIT!

Only with grear difficulty, Jane could suppress a loud scream: While she had been distracted by the fucking quartet, a creature had crawled out of the -not so empty- shallow pool, and was now slowly coiling towards the semi-unconscious Diana. An ANACONDA!

To her horror Jane saw the large snake's head and gigantic body straighten up, while it tasted the air. She had known that anacondas could grow large, but this one seemed disproportionate. Worried, she felt for the blowholes behind her ears. She wasn't sure if Beloved's venoms worked on animals too, and if she would be able to control its mind, should the predator decide to attack.

But then she noticed a number of things:

In the first place, this specific anaconda didn't have those typical snake eyes with narrow pupils, but completely black compound eyes. Then she saw the thick--albeit forked--purple tongue that slipped in and out of its lipless mouth. She KNEW that color and texture!

And when the scaly body straightened up even more, it revealed the tip of a --also forked--purple cock. Now she knew for sure: This was a fellow species of Judas! An alien creature that had probably been roaming this planet for hundreds of years, hiding and surviving in other animal's skins. How in God's name was this possible?

She wanted to relay the news to Judas immediately, but the mental bond they shared was really not strong enough at this distance. She could only feel that he was somewhere to the east of her, where the hotel was. She would have loved to ask him how best to approach a being like himself, and how to make initial contact, but sadly enough, she couldn't.

So, waiting expectantly, she remained watching from a distance how the anaconda-alien wriggled towards Diana. Jane was not really afraid anymore, for although she didn't quite know what to think of this, she was fairly certain (thanks to her intense contact with Judas) that his species was particularly sensitive to Beloved's poison. If necessary, she could paralyze this creature in an instant.

The mutated snake, however, seemed to have no interest in violence, but rather in something else. Judging by the glances he cast at Diana, there was no need for an extra dose of aphrodisiac. He was not a lethal threat, but a sexual one.

"Oh well," Jane shrugged. She decided to let the snake-alien have his fun. and as long as the carriers weren't injured, it didn't matter who made sure they were all wet and horny. In hindsight, it would have been even better if this being had appeared immediately: in that scenario those incestouous shenanigans with Diana's brother would have been unnecessary.

She herself knew all too well what delicious pleasures awaited the young girl. Judas had fucked her so many times by now, so she knew the cocks of his species had amazing capibilities. Not only could they take any shape, but when aroused, their dicks became semi-liquid. It was as if your insides were a mold, being completely stuffed with a warm, flexible substance. As if you were being penetrated by a hot syrup that filled every nook and cranny, and pulsed until you no longer knew your own name. Just thinking about it was enough to make Jane drool a little.

The swaying snakehead stopped between Diana's spread-apart legs. The girl was still lying on her stomach, legs wide apart, recovering of her first orgasm and still unaware of any danger. The purple forked tongue moved quickly in and out of his mouth, to taste her dripping pussy.

Diana seemed to notice the tickling sensation on her labia, for she moved slightly and tried to lift her head to see what was happening behind her. From that position, however, she could not see which apex predator was sniffing between hee legs. The girl laboriously sat back down on her hands and knees and lifted her buttocks, like some kind of wobbly Bambi.

She let out a stifled cry when she saw the gigantic animal, which was following her pussy upwards, rear up between her legs. That seemed to spur the the anaconda-creature into action; the transformed snake straightened up even higher, and its supple body now glided between the mounds of her buttocks, over her back, and began to wind itself around her body in various loops at the level of her slender waist. When its scaly head brushed against the sensitive pink nipples, the girl shivered.

Once it reached the level of her head, the creature took her nape in his gigantic, toothless jaws. It seemed to apply no pressure at all, but the gesture was still imperious and dominant. The girl's submissive nature became immediately apparent, for her eyes glazed over even more and, in an instinctive gesture, she let herself sink onto her arms so that her backside jutted invitingly into the air. With a sigh, she closed her eyes in total surrender.

Jane watched the thick purple penis swell to huge proportions as more length came bulging out of the slit in his body. The forked, clay-like thing was now pressing against Diana's exposed lips. The girl began to whimper and whispered, "Please, please!"

It was clear that she wasn't begging to stop.

Slowly, the muscular snake-like body pushed one head of its purple hemipenes inside her trembling opening, a process that seemed to last endlessly. With infinite patience and precision, the beast forced himself deeper and deeper inside her tiny crevice. Diana's whole body was now shaking, as if she were having an epileptic seizure, and her eyes were rolling back.

Jane saw that the inserted branch of its hemipenes was finally fully inside her while the other smaller head pushed against the girl's clit. The creature was not making any pumping or thrusting movements at all. It seemed more a matter of rubbing and kneading, throbbing and pulsating.

The thick shaft stretched the creamy folds of the girl completely open, while the other one branch was unintentionally massaging her already overstimulated clitoris. Diana started foaming at the mouth and was convulsing while the second orgasm of the day (and maybe her life) lasted for minutes.

The girl made deep, animalistic sounds now, like a bitch in heat who could only think of her most basic primal urges. The surrender of her body and mind seemed complete, and she curved her back and opened her kneeled legs even more, as if to urge the beast to claim her even deeper.

Jane had watched from a safe distance, but had to honestly admit that this unexpected scene made her incredibly horny and soaking wet as well.

Suddenly, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Apparently, there were a few more of Judas's kind in the pool, for she saw that a slightly smaller specimen and a truly gigantic beast had quietly glided up to the girl. Curious, almost hesitant, they circled around the 'couple', but their shafts were already exposed.

In no time, Diana was enveloped by those two alien creatures as well (the first one didn't seem to mind as long as he was allowed to stay inside of her), and the frail girl collapsed beneath the weight of the gigantic creatures. She now lay on the ground, moaning and writhing sensually in a ball of snake bodies.

The alien beasts moved fluidly over her petite frame, searching for a moist cavity to bury their purple tongues and genitals in.

Soon, the smallest found her anus, and the large one rubbed his gigantic forked member against the girl's trembling lips.

Jane hadn't expected it, but the girl took the thing into her mouth without hesitation and began licking and sucking it, even more passionately than when she had just thought she was saving her brother's life.

She had a wild look in her eyes and seemed completely out of it now.

"It's now or never," Jane thought, and crept cautiously towards the group.

"Come here, make way," she commanded, and squirted some of her toxins at the head of the smallest shapeshifter. (The one who was already buried deep in Diana's rectum.) Although there was no mental connection between her and the reptilian, like with Judas, the creature seemed to understand the intention. He wriggled obediently past her outstretched arm and wound himself around Jane's body.

She shivered with pleasure as she felt the rough scales scrape over her skin. This anaconda alien seemed to have a preference for the anal, for she felt his double headed penis glide between her buttocks. The sensation aroused her terribly, so when he pushed against her tiny hole, she just relaxed, bent forward slightly, and soon felt one of his clay-like cocks creep his way inside, immediately followed by his second, smaller dick.

She understood the girl's extreme ecstasy even better now: it was that she had been penetrated by Beloved's gigantic lower body and that she had also received Judas several times by now, but the sensation of the warm, moldable, two headed member in her rectum was almost unbearably delicious. She felt how the flexible clay from which the being was made, adapted to her insides to fill her as deeply and completely as possible.

Quickly, with trembling knees, she crouched down next to the Diana-Anaconda-ball. She let her ovipositor roll out of her body and sneaked between the spread legs of the squirming girl. The tube resembled a flesh-colored snake amidst the brownish-green mass of reptilian bodies that were already wrapped around the girl.

She immediately pushed against the girl's exposed anus, who was conveniently already stretched by the snake, so it swallowed her easily.

Because Jane herself was being fucked in the ass so deliciously, the egg seemed to detach from her uterus all the faster, and with a few peristaltic movements, she slammed it deep into the girl's intestinal tract.

Diana seemed to barely notice it: so deeply immersed in yet another all-consuming orgasm that the sensation of the implantation completely escaped her. As soon as she withdrew her ovipositor, Jane felt the anaconda slide out of her too.

As if he had understood that his original spot was free again, he wriggled back to Diana and soon resumed its original place, his purple snake-dick planted deep in her ass.

Jane decided to just let it happen; once they had reached their own climax, the creatures would eventually let the girl go. Or so she hoped.

She turned to the foursome, who were still obediently pleasuring each other. Anne was currently being simultaneously penetrated by her husband and son, who were ravaging her cunt and ass in alternating, deep thrusts. At the same time, she was giving José the most thorough blowjob of his life. The guide stood with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, enjoying the moment as he gently stroked Anne's platinum blonde hair.

Jane walked quickly towards them. By now, she was so experienced at placing the eggs that she had 'fertilized' the three men in no time. Charles, who lay beneath his mother and sucked on her breasts while she rode him, endured it with his eyes closed. He filled his mother's pussy with his semen when the egg was placed in his ass, but simply kept on thrusting afterwards.

Fred was going crazy, now that he finally had free access to his wife's backdoor -probably for the first time- and was enjoying it so much that he didn't even notice that he himself was being anally raped by Jane. He enjoyed it nonetheless.

José however, still getting blown by Anne, díd see Jane coming, but simply pushed his hips back and pulled his buttocks open so she had free access. Jane began to think that his Portuguese mumbling a while ago (when she asked about their fantasies) had something to do with the anal, because the small, sinewy man seemed to find her actions delightful. The total surrender that followed was a feast for the eyes.

His penis made wildly pulsating movements as he came into Anne's eager mouth. The amount of semen was so copious that the woman could not swallow it all. Large white streams dripped down the corners of her mouth and nostrils.

Now that all three of them had ejaculated and were impregnated with an egg, Jane guided the men towards Diana and ordered them to go distract the snakes, which were still having their way with the girl's -now nearly unconscious- body.

Not long after, every man was busy with one of the mutated beasts (José obviously took the alien with the anal preference.) This allowed the girl to recover a little, and moaning and twitching, she regained some consciousness.

"Go freshen up at the pool," Jane ordered her, "and put your clothes back on."

She could only hope that there weren't any more aliens hidden in the water. The girl had surprised her with her endurance, but she didn't think that she could handle another round like that.

After she saw confirmed with her own eyes that Diana had started washing herself in the pool, and that the men were having a great deal of fun with the alien anacondas, she could finally take care of her last target.

She turned back and bent over Anne. Nothing remained of the woman's usual stoic demeanor. With a wild look and breathing heavily, she lay there. Her mouth, ass, and pussy were wide open and were dripping with seed. She had received three men simultaneously and had enjoyed it deeply. Now it was time to receive one last gift.

Jane pushed the woman's knees apart and stroked Anne's labia with her finger. The woman's vagina resembled an open mouth, due to the many penetrations, and Jane's ovipositor slid deep into the welcoming cavity, without any resistance. She had immediate access to the uterus and released the egg without hesitation. Anne shivered and sighed, and came one last time, subtle compared to the loud orgasms of a moment ago.

After that she seemed to want to fall asleep, but Jane shook her awake. With her own fleshy appendage still inside the woman, she said: "We are going to freshen up and get dressed now. After that, you may rest. All of you."

With Anne by the hand, she walked to the pool, followed by the men, still with the mutated snakes around and inside their bodies. Just like his sister, Charles was giving head to the largest alien, eagerly alternating between the two gigantic cockheads.

Diana, who was already dressed, watched the pair longingly and Jane noticed that her yearning gaze was not directed at Charles, but at the reptilian. The creature let go of her brother and dove into the water. It seemed to sense the girl's steady gaze and swam quickly towards her. Diana kneeled down immediately. They appeared to make eye contact, and then the snakehead touched her knee tenderly, after which the last of Judas's brothers disappeared into the muddy depths of the pool.

Not much later, everyone was freshened up and dressed again. Jane had them take their original seats at the stone cirkel and had them all sniff their thermos once more.

She looked at them intently and then... she began to speak with the iron voice of a general.

"Listen carefully! In exactly one week, you will search for a warm, safe, deserted spot. There you will feel an egg leaving your body. You will probably come again because of that. Try to stay focused and carefully catch this egg. Do not let it drop!

You will make a nest with the softest materials you can find, in which it can hatch further, and then you will leave that place immediately. You will not visit it again and you will stay far, far away from it. You will forget that the egg exists and what you have done. For the rest of your life, you will have no memories of the what happened today or what will happen next week."

Now she looked at everyone individually, because she still had a few personal assignments.

"Anne, Fred, you clearly still have a connection; perhaps you two need to spend some more time together. Make some space for each other in your busy schedules after you have completed this task. And who knows, maybe you can invite José to your home or go visit him. He's guiding a trip to Moscow for the next three weeks, but after that he can be all yours. Exchange numbers later and make the most of it."

The three looked at each other with happy grins and nodded eagerly. Then Jane turned to their son.

"Charles, you will never again cast a covetous glance at your sister, nor at your mother. You've had your fun, but this will never happen again. Find yourself a girl who is not related to you." Charles seemed a little crestfallen, but obediently gave a thumbs up.

"And Diana, sweetie, once you've graduated, please go out into the world and live a little!" The girl hesitated, looked at the pool, but then nodded with a determined look.

"Okay, good girl!"

Jane raised her voice and made eye contact with every member of their little group, "Allright! When I clap my hands, you'll come to your senses and you will think we're already on our way back from a long walk."

--

An hour later, the six of them were sitting in the Jeep, on their way back to the hotel. After she had clapped her hands, they all had woken up from their trance, and conversations had resumed as if nothing had happened, but now in the car, it became clear that the dynamics had changed significantly.

It were the small details that betrayed the new situation:

José was driving, and Anne and Fred sat beside him in the front seat. Anne's head rested on Fred's shoulder (a display of affection that Jane had never seen before), but her hand hesitantly sought contact with José's knee. Frank and José exchanged a glance over her head, and the air between the three of them seemed electrically charged. Jane couldn't suppress a triumphant smile. She had guessed correctly.

Jane sat on the backseat between Diana and Charles. They both were staring out their respective windows. Charles hadn't cast any longing glances at his sister and had not protested when Jane sat down between them. The boy seemed to have lost some of his conceit, while his sister's demeanor actually spoke of a little more self-confidence.

Suddenly, the car stopped with screeching brakes.

"Look," José pointed. "Over there in the tree you can see an anaconda. It is rather exceptional that we didn't see a single one on our walk," he glanced sideways at Diana, seemed to expect an anxious reaction, but it didn't come. On the contrary: the girl looked outside almost eagerly. The guide shook his head and shrugged, "Anyway, this is of course a much safer way to admire this mighty creature."

The animal was quite far away, so Jane couldn't tell if it was a mutated version, but she suspected it was just an ordinary snake.

Suddenly, she heard a soft sigh beside her. She looked at Diana and saw goosebumps appear on the girl's milky white skin at the sight of the wriggling body in the distance. She felt her spread her legs slightly and Jane's gaze slid down: a clear, wet spot appeared in the girl's shorts.

"Uh-oh," Jane thought, "I might have corrupted that one."

-- To be continued... 3 more eggs to go