... Too much to process.

You sit there trying to think of how to respond. And disturbingly each thought that passes through your mind is answered by the feminine voice of whatever alien virus was in your head. (She told you She isn't a virus, She is whatever the not a parasite thing is, that mutually beneficial one.) You think for a moment, what was that called, there were the ones where one got benefit and the other stayed the same, parasites, and then... (Symbiote! That's it, She knew She would remember the word!) 'D-Did you only remember because I remembered the word?' (Nh...psssh, No obviously She remembered because She could remember the word.)

'You're... You're totally hijacking my brain!' (What? No, Symbiosis, Symbiosis James, She is using your brain to make you better! Don't we want to be the smartest, to have all the women desire you? To be the baddest bitch around?) 'Well... Wait,' you have a sudden thought, 'how do I know you're not just making me want those things?' (Are you serious if She had that level of control She wouldn't be having this conversation right now, we would be balls deep in some whores at the moment.)

'Ok Brain Thief then what are you actually doing for me? Besides your obsession with getting me fucked, I don't see anything you're doing to actually help me!' You know it's reading deeper into your thoughts your questions and doubts and suspicions, but you needed to challenge this invader into your life. This, thing, had to be the reason why everything was so chaotic now, why your sister tried to **** you, why Ashley tried to **** you and **** your sister.

(They were acting on their own desires! She has helped you bring them under control! She helped you take control, give purpose to them!) 'Take control, give purpose? What the hell you want me to enslave people?' (No, No, No! You always wanted to be a captain, a leader. They are your... Crew. Like the space show we like... Ummm, Star Walk? She hasn't seen it, but She enjoys your imagining of it.)

You feel your frustration mount, your heart beating furiously. 'You are the one perverting my dreams, Squatter. I want to do what's right for people not enslave them!' (I'm doing exactly that! Your desires, Juliette's, Ashley's! She is giving that fulfillment and She is giving a greater purpose! She is not a bad guy!) It's getting harder to think, only a primal snarl traveling through your mind as your mind desperately seeks for some coherent thoughts to slap back at her with, this thing was wrong! But your chest hurt so much, and everything was rushing, but She was an invader and you needed to fight, otherwise you would die, you were dying and you wouldn't let it kill you.

Then you felt the palm of a hand, hot and slightly wet smack across your face, the hand carrying enough **** to send you sprawling onto the ground where you then gasped for air. Your burning, air starved lungs demanding you gasp in more, but only causing you to go into a breathless coughing fit. You're hearing was weird, you could hear, but all the sounds seemed, muted and somehow lifeless, hard to discern the tone or source of each, except for your own gasping.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Well we couldn't just sit here watching!"

"You can't just smack him!"

"He was turning blue and not breathing, and oh look the jackass is now breathing."

"You hit our MASTER!"

"I smacked the life back into a dying man, I'm basically Jesus thank you."

You pull yourself up and unsteadily use the couch to get to your feet then look to Juliette and Ashley, both of whom were still on their knees and locked with each other. Juliette was slightly atop of Ashley pulling her hair and trying to smack the other girl while Ashley was putting up a far, far too weak of resistance. Her smirk and the flair in her flush expression every time Juliette smacked her telling you that Ashley enjoyed every hit and every tug of her hair.

"What the hell was that?" You demand, your tone authoritative, but hopefully not that of some **** driving master, nor filled with any of the rage you had felt when talking with that thing in your head. (She's telling you this is for the best! She loves Juliette and Ashley because you love Juliette and Ashley and want the best for them!)

You frown as both girls untangle from one another your sister forgetting about her quarrel with Ashley in what looked on the surface like nervousness but you now knew was barely contained lust. Meanwhile Ashley... You didn't love Ashley, you cared for her well-being and found her body amazing but how dare your twisted parasite claim that because you cared for her well being, her happiness, and lusted for her holes that you loved Ashley. (Yes you doooo.)

Slowly a realization dawns on you. "Fuck, I'm going to have to go to work soon, and we need to check in with the neighbors. While Dad's trusting them while he's away, We've still got to maintain the equipment and check the fields." You quickly stand up looking at the pair. You quickly decide that Juliette and Ashley still needed time to adjust and honestly you still needed time to reign them in, either of the two horny girls were a bio-disaster waiting to happen. "Ashley, Juliette you two are on the farm today, check in with the neighbors, and help them any way you can. I'll call Whitehill High to let them know about you and Ashley. I need to get to work."

Immediately Ashley blushes and looked away nervously while squirming in place. You sigh stopping mid stride for your room where your work clothes waited. "Something wrong Ashley?"

"No dickhead..." Juliette then swiftly pinches Ashley's neck. "...I...I don't have any clothes." (She likes that, can we stop wearing clothes?)

You sigh both at the voice in your head and the realization. "What happened to your clothes?"

"I tore them off, when I slept with Juliette. Sis taught me that the women's body is perfect, so I figured my revolution shouldn't have any." Ashley admitted both looking ashamed, aroused and yet slightly proud at the same time. Meanwhile you just shook your head.

"I guess I'll be calling in late to work as well. Juliette grab one of my T-shirts and some panties for Ashley. We're going to her place then driving back." You felt like today would be far more stressful than the last week.

Juliette raised a eyebrow. "Why not just let me..."

You swiftly interrupt the sex maniac. "Because I'm not trusting either of you by yourselves especially not in town. Now hurry up, if I'm more than a hour late for work, it's coming out of your time with your favorite thing ever."

Juliette goes pale, knowing that that thing now was your dick and you were denying her the fucking she desired, while Ashley seemed oddly split, looking from your crotch and Juliette's tits and supple ass. But you just ignore her reaction and set to getting dressed and fortunately both girls understood the implications and scrambled to follow you rushing to get dressed.

Little over a half hour later Ashley was in your passenger seat giving you directions to her house while clutching a purse filled with a handful of her own things and a set of keys. The purse was unique, you had assumed she wouldn't own one. "So what's with the purse?"

"I like it. Shut up." Ashley barked before clutching the purse to herself more closely. In response you rub her chin and cheek causing Ashley to surprisingly nip at your thumb before sucking on it. (She knows this Girl wants to submit to you, the Girl fights you, but we are their Queen and if she ever wishes to taste your womb, to have hers filled with our seed then she must submit to her Queen. Girl is part of Her gift to you, what do you think of what I give you?)

You fight back a groan of frustration wanting to yell at the blasted nameless parasite in your head. (Not a Parasite, She is a her!) But for now you needed to focus on Ashley, the Parasite was a concern but the more significant issues were the parasites in Ashley and Juliette and keeping the pair of deviant freaks contained. (If you finish dominating them to Her's will they'll obey their Queen to the letter.)

Finally you pull into the driveway in Ashley's home, a decent middle class house and the girl hurriedly leads you inside with an disturbingly amused and mischievous looking Juliette following closely behind Ashley. As you walk the halls of Ashley's house you find a picture of Ashley's mother, a woman older than your own mother, with fading blond hair and tired eyes but with a pride in her step, she seemed to be some sort of manager in a shipping distribution center based on the picture. Next was their mother, Ashley and who you assumed was Ashley's sister, a woman with the traditional shaved sides-ponytail combo you had almost expected. She didn't look nearly as fit as Ashley but you were almost certain she could beat the crap out of Chad after one of his 'all night long working' sessions... Freaking pervert.

Juliette then grabbed your arm. "Come on Master, this way!" Your sister was giggling and you barely had time to notice Ashley pale before Juliette kicked her legs out from under her and you were thrown into a room and the door locked behind you.

"Juliette what the hell?"

"You have to check this out!" Juliette giggled running to what you now suspected to be Ashley's closet, the type with a pair of folding doors. Ashley banged on her door begging Juliette to stop, enough **** that the entire door was shaking threatening to break, but obviously Ashley also seemed to be holding back scared to break her own door. Meanwhile you quickly scanned the room, exercise equipment, various shoes and half discarded clothes lay around while a desk contained her laptop and schoolwork. But you interest in the various ribbons and trophies Ashley left laying about was quickly forgotten as Juliette threw open Ashley's closet and you were at a loss for words.

Inside there were a number of sex toys like you had suspected, but you didn't expect so much purple and pink... And dresses... And a dollhouse complete with a number of anatomically correct dolls, some of which were laid out in various sexual or romantic poses and she had them of both genders, certainly a lot of girl on girl action in the diorama but with the half a hundred dolls there still were a good number of guys. Though on inspection you noticed some of the male ones, notably those on the outer edges of the doll house near the front windows of the front half Juliette was opening up had their dicks removed and an approximation of a vagina added with some painted clay.

"Hey the femboys are a new addition to the sex house!" Juliette shouted picking up one of the clearly home modified, formerly male dolls. Ashley's pounding on the door ceased and you swore you heard a hiccup followed by a thud and a wail of despair.

Juliette then started laughing cruelly. You meanwhile started reinspecting Ashley's room, indeed there were no pictures of well you didn't really know who in particular, that old judge lady, Oprah, or maybe the Queen of England or something, just Feminist figures and icons in general. Instead this seemed sort of like the stereotype of a tomboy/closeted super pervert's bedroom.

"Hey Ashley..." You ask through the door.

"W-what?" A weak and broken voice replied through the door.

You sigh opening the door. "Where's your feminist stuff?" In response Ashley pales.

"Becky will **** me if she finds out you threw away her Manifestos!" Ashley begged, the fear of younger sibling towards their elder blatant on her face.

"So you were reading your sister's... Who wrote the manifesto?"

"She wrote the ones I read. And well she's smart, pure scholarship to an out of state college and she swears she's got a journalism job already lined up for when she graduates, though she's gotten in trouble at school because she totally busted a **** ring run by the women's studies professor, apparently she was using her position to push **** for the patriarchy, though it almost got her kicked out of school and caused her Feminism school club to be disbanded due to their members participating in the Patriarchal **** ring!" Ashley boasted with excessive pride, while you paled. Her sister was both a Militant Feminist and a investigative Journalist with actual integrity. (We can't let that girl come back here until we're ready!)

"S-Soo, since she's in college she's leaving just a bare minimum here for when she occasionally visits?" You ask.

"Well she visits every other month, so she should be around for the weekend in about a month."

...(You have got to be fucking kidding me!) You agree with the parasite's sentiment.