Time to make the inmates a different kind of prisoner

With likely the most difficult task of acquiring semen accomplished, Sierra was ready to scale up. She and Whitney were full of enough worms to assimilate a good number of the women in the prison, at which point only one real task would remain which would be trivially easy so long as they were careful now. If the guards caught on to what was happening, Sierra would be stopped and she couldn't allow for that.

Thanks to her connection with the other infested women, she knew Monique was already busy with someone of her own. She could have **** the woman to stop and come help but decided against it. The older blonde didn't have many worms inside her anyways, and while some could be transferred to her, that would take additional time and Sierra didn't want to wait. She and Whitney were enough, especially with the many women that would soon be joining them and the aphrodisiac that seemed to naturally coat their lips. So with nothing but themselves to stop them, the two women headed for the prisoners' rooms, excited to begin.

Penny wasn't the most vocal about her sexual tastes. She considered herself bi, which, in a prison full of women used to getting what they wanted, meant she would be fair game if lots of people found out. So whenever she did decide to take a partner for a while, she always made sure to make them promise not to rat her out. The result was that no one aside from a few women in the prison knew how she swung.

As such, she was entirely unprepared when a brunette, Sierra she thought, stepped into her cell and openly propositioned her. The two women stared at each other for a few moments, one off balance and the other waiting, until Penny threw caution to the wind. "Fuck it, let's do it," she said, tugging off her top and letting her platinum blonde hair hang in loose curls. Sierra quickly joined her and languidly kissed Penny, pressing their smooth bodies together, slightly impeded by Sierra's much bustier chest. The taste of her lips lit the blonde up and knocked thought out of her head, until she found herself laying on her couch with Sierra kissing her way down to her wet pussy.

"You'll crave this now," the brunette said, her tongue reaching out to run the length of the smaller chested woman's slit before diving in. Penny had seen something else squirming in the other woman's mouth, something not her tongue, but didn't and couldn't care. She was too absorbed with Sierra's tongue digging into her folds, then by something else joining it. The mounting pleasure she felt under the young woman's touch left no room for fear or panic as she felt the worm tunnel deeper into her pussy and then her body. She watched her stomach, trying to find some indication of the creature pushing through her, but only saw Sierra's expectant eyes looking back at her while the brunette kept her mouth sealed on Penny's lower lips.

She wondered what the temptress was waiting for when she felt the worm fuse onto her spine and felt the greatest pleasure she could imagine fill her mind. Her climax was instantaneous and had her eyes rolling back and spine arching as she felt her will **** into subservience. Logically, it should have been terrifying and intimately violating, but the truth was entirely the opposite. For the instantly enslaved woman, it was the purest pleasure and she ground her crotch against Sierra's mouth as her climax rolled through her. In the core of her mind, only two things remained: the need for sex and doing exactly everything and anything Sierra wanted.

Whitney stood above the bed and looked down at the convulsing woman on it, feeling the special rush of reward that came from obeying the part of Sierra that commanded her. The brunette had an incomprehensible grip on her mind, to a degree that she though the Whitney she had been before being infested would have been horrified. As she was now, it was only comforting and rewarding. And she knew that Inez, the honey-blonde convulsing on her belly in front of her, would feel the same.

Getting to her had been easy: Inez had been sleeping on her bed when Whitney had come in and letting a worm slither into her ear had been simple. That left the woman with an abrupt and unpleasant awakening as the creature began merging with her brain. In her complete confusion, she fought the foreign presence in her head, but the worm was designed only for this and would not fail. It reached the hypothalamus and relentlessly pressed on it, flooding Inez with estrogen and other hormones. Pleasure exploded through her body and her hand scrabbled at her chest to free her tits, before an errant pinch at her nipple had her spiraling towards climax. She was trying so hard to resist the damning presence of the worm that she instinctively pushed her hand to her pussy, **** to cum.

The pressure of her fingers on her clit and pussy was incredible, but not enough to make her peak. Too frantically horny to think, she rolled on her mattress and bucked her hips into it and the hand pressed between the two. Humping frenetically, she felt herself getting closer and worked harder, pushing as many fingers as weren't rubbing her clit into her cunt. She pushed herself further and further and further, until she was on the brink and the worm renewed its ****. Grabbing at her head with her single free hand, Inez was given only a moment to gasp sharply through parted lips before the climax hit and the worm merged with her simultaneously, the combined pleasure whiting out her brain.

Sierra's mind and the pleasure both pressed down on her, crushing everything she was into the sensation of cumming. Her hips thrust back as she lost control of her muscles, writhing on her bed with her eyes stuck in the back of her head. Shaking with mindless orgasm, she was nothing more than a puppet to the pleasure, her body trapped in the sensation while her mind was dominated by Sierra. Above her, Whitney masturbated just as furiously, hoping that every prisoner she infected would serve in such insensate bliss. She only moved on when Inez was left slack-jawed and drooling into her bed like a broken, used toy of a woman.

In an effort to move quickly, Sierra didn't allow herself to linger with every woman and personally see out their infestation. For some, a brief touch would be enough. That was all Lian Song, a Chinese girl that had every outward appearance of a princess, got. Sierra had walked into her room, kissed her firmly, tongued a worm into her throat and left the black-haired woman with her rising need.

"Ohh~! Why is iii~iit?! So good!! I've...never...mmMMMHHH!!" Lian's normally reserved, quiet, and dignified voice was laced with undignified moaning and need. Her normally beatific demeanor was replaced with that of a horny slut with her long, dark hair unbound and draped across her body as she spread her legs on a couch. Her lily white belly undulated as her fingers rubbed steadily at her wet puss, ruining her higher thought process with pleasure. Lian was internally horrified by her actions, having never so much as touched herself for any reason but to wash, but none of that disgust showed through. Instead, the whites of her eyes were showing as she reeled from bliss and sought more, remaining completely unaware of the worm sliding along the folds of her brain.

Sierra felt the Chinese girl join with her just as she was in the middle of holding down another woman and pushing an invader past her lower lips. The pleasure of it distracted her for a moment, but that wasn't nearly long enough for Ophelia, the dark brown-haired girl struggling beneath her, to do anything. Before she could wrap her head around what was happening, Sierra had given her a scorching kiss and vanished, leaving Ophelia stunned in bed with something crawling inside her.

The foreign squirming in her pussy made her aware of something: she was hopelessly horny. Insensibly so. She tried to focus on something else, the fact that she had just been assaulted or that something very alive was inside her chief among them, but the throbbing in her body was more important. Stripping out of her clothes like they burned her, she stood looking at herself in her mirror, wearing only black lingerie that cupped her round tits and svelte hips well. They were only an obstruction to her though, as one hand tried to get at her pussy unsuccessfully.

"Oh, oh, ohhh..." she gasped, not caring about how lewd she sounded. Already bucking from lust and need, she had to hold one hand to the wall to ensure she wouldn't fall to the floor. The other kept busy by switching targets for a moment, jumping up to her chest to pop her boobs out of her bra. Taking the entire thing off would have taken too long, so she settled for just pulling the flexible cups down to let the globes feel the air. She felt the slightest bit of relief, but it wasn't anywhere near enough. Her hand fell down to her pussy again, trying once again to push into her leaking cunt but only succeeding in pushing the worm wiggling at her entrance deeper inside.

Already craving her downfall, Ophelia's body rewarded her for her actions with a rush of additional pleasure, making her moan out, stumble back a step, and hunger for even more. Thrown off balance for a moment, her hand slipped, making her miss her crotch and feel skin instead of fabric. Her own touch was electric and she watched her torso continue to squirm lewdly in the mirror. Her fingers finally managed to reach the edge of her panties and got under them, finding the gushing lips of her cunt beneath. For the barest moment, she registered the end of the worm working its way slowly inside her before her fingers pushing inside, an unstoppable **** that **** it deeper into its soon to be host. From there, Ophelia was too busy masturbating herself to repeated orgasms to care until her mind was subjugated and joined with Sierra's.

Whitney had considered it a stoke of luck when she had chanced upon one of her friends at the end of her infestation tour. Dozens of woman had joined her in submission and her crowning finale was looking at her with a tinge of fear. Deborah had been timid and gone along with the flow from day one, something Whitney wasn't ashamed to say she had loved and taken full advantage of in the past. Now, staring slightly up at the woman who was, by many accounts, the more attractive of the two of them, she wanted to see just how far she could push it.

"Whitney, what are those sounds? Why does it sound li-"

"Shut up and get naked." The blonde's words were harsh and direct, leaving no room for argument and sending a thrill through Deborah. She'd never told anyone, but she knew she was an absolute submissive in bed, part of why she never raised an objection to being bossed around; it made her wet and now was no different. Rather, with Whitney staring at her with practically dead eyes, like she wasn't even worth seeing, her reaction was even more ****. So with hands shaking from excitement rather than fear, she began stripping.

Whitney watched the taller woman push her pants down, exposing inch after inch of smooth, silky skin for her to greedily take in. Deborah's slow pace left plenty of time for her to enjoy the way the lean muscles of her legs flexed. The two long limbs were both gorgeous and deserved attention, but the blonde couldn't wait to get at what was between them. Fortunately, the brunette didn't stop there, giving Whitney more to look at.

Deborah lifted the bottom of her shirt up, showing her smooth and fit belly, then slowing as she reached the slopes of her breasts. She shot a look at Whitney, like she was asking for approval, and lifted her top higher and higher, until two large boobs fell out, wobbling deliciously on her chest. Whitney drank the sight of them in, big but firm, capped with large areolas and nipples firm with lust. The shirt was quickly dropped, but Whitney wasn't paying attention to that; she wanted to see every jiggle and bounce of those natural, stunning tits.

"On the bed," she growled, her voice a bit throaty from pent up lust and jealousy. Watching the brunette follow her orders with little more than a nervous glance and a tell-tale squeeze of her thighs was a power trip like none other for the infested blonde. The urge to make Deborah like her only increased that drive and she felt the final worm squirming around inside her with the desire to be used.

She quickly stripped naked as well, maintaining eye contact with the splayed out brunette the entire time. "We're going to make you cum so hard, you pretty slut," she promised and watched a shudder of anticipation go through Deborah. Crawling forward on the bed and pushing the Pure woman's legs apart with her shoulders, Whitney nestled into place with her mouth just in front of Deborah's pink pussy. "You'll beg for this," she promised and, sealing their mismatched pair of lips together, went to work.

In truth, Deborah was already approaching an orgasm all on her own, without any attention from Whitney except her words. Her submissive streak was in full bloom, making her pussy gush and her back arch from the blonde's first touch. Adding a tongue stroking along her nether lips pushed her to the brink and the small flick to her clit made her explode. Screaming with pleasure, she squirted fresh fem cum onto Whitney's face, her body and mind reeling from the intensity. She continued to writhe as the blonde feasted on her sex, unable to contain herself. A normal person would have held Whitney by the head to pull her deeper; the intensely submissive Deborah could only flail her arms and buck her body.

"Please, pleaaase~~! I'll do whatever you want! I'll do anything! Please!" the brunette begged, her body quickly amping back up to another mind-shaking orgasm.

"Yes you will," Whitney said into her pussy, while the last worm crawled along her tongue. "You will do anything we say. It will give you ****." The invader dove inside its target and both women panted with excitement. For Whitney, it was knowing she was fulfilling her orders; for Deborah, it was the notion of her ultimate and eternal subjugation. The pain of the worm working its way along the length of her body, drawing out the process, was mixed with the incredible pleasure of Whitney's agile mouth. She came time and time again, jerking and thrashing with each one, her voice going hoarse from screaming. And all the while feeling the parasite moving through her and towards her brain.

When it penetrated her skull, she didn't resist it. She didn't even let it take her mind. She threw everything she was at it in a final willing act of submission and it accepted, weaving its presence into the fiber of her being. Her will was consumed in a flash while her pleasure centers were overloaded. Her final scream of climax was nearly deafening, but the silence that followed was so much sweeter, both for the excited Whitney and the utterly enslaved Deborah.

While Whitney spent the last of her worms, Sierra had already done so, having made her way to her final target and the instrument of the next part of her plan. Sneaking up behind Jillian had been easy and the long haired woman had been powerless once Sierra had grabbed her and wrenched her head to the side. Jillian wasn't able to watch the worm get lowered to her exposed right ear, but she certainly felt it. She screamed with surprise and disgust, and managed to twist her way out of Sierra's grip, her hand flying to her ear to try and grab the intruder. Sierra let her, enjoying the sight while it lasted; it was far too late for Jillian to save herself. Nothing made that more obvious than how the scrabbling at the side of her head stopped and became steady rubbing on her neck while her body started squirming and her eyes slid shut.

"That's right, just like that. Join us. Become us. You will help us achieve our goals, Jillian. There is something only you can do for us. Something you'll enjoy very much." Sierra spoke slowly, popping the buttons of the to-be-infested woman's top open and revealing a bit of cleavage. Her breasts were well sized for someone still Pure, but Sierra had aims to change that, along with a few other things. She gently brushed Jillian's long brown hair to the side as the ends began to go blonde and her body started flowing with pleasure while she bit at her voluminous lips.

"Let us in, give us control..." Sierra whispered, feeling the worm and the other woman's brain begin to fuse. "We need what you have and you will love what we give you. Let yourself be obedient..." she crooned, reveling in the experience of her control washing over Jillian's mind until she would do anything asked of her. That point came swiftly and with a shared climax for both of them, their hands latching onto each other as they rode out the exquisite bliss.

"Good thing Pietro has a liking for blondes..." Sierra said once she came back down, fingering Jillian's newly pale hair. "We'll make you perfect for him and then you can infest him just like I did to you. He can join you in servitude and he will help deliver us all to the Masters." A small smile spread on Jillian's face at Sierra's words as she anticipated doing just that. Serving the Masters was what was most important to the brunette, and so was what was most important to her. The promise of having to corrupt her boyfriend was inconsequential next to that, no matter how horrible that would have seemed to her just a few minutes ago. In fact, being given the opportunity to do so made her breath hitch with excitement while her chest grew.

Sierra shucked the blonde's top off, leaving her in a lacy pink bra that was steadily getting stretched out by the massive boobs that were forming on the girl's chest. They hung heavier and fuller with every passing second, pulling all the spare fat in her body to them to make them grow. Sierra listened giddily to Jillian's lewd moans, her tongue extending from pleasure while her hands grabbed at her growing melons, squishing them together a little to form tempting cleavage. Her belly gurgled as her insides were remodeled for sex and nothing else, and the infested brunette could feel Jillian's eagerness for the change.

Only once the changes had stopped and the two women had shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss, did Sierra **** herself to focus on her next step. "Look your best for your boyfriend tonight," she ordered and Jillian immediately started to prepare, trying to find some piece of clothing that her expanded chest would fit into. "I don't know how you managed to seduce one of our guards, but you're going to make Pietro a lucky man."

"Yes, we will," Jillian said somewhat vacantly, already getting wet at the thought of infesting her prison guard boyfriend and then watching him sow more parasites in guards and prisoners alike. She, like Sierra, couldn't wait.