The Brood's Sweet Song (The Many-Legged Harem Book 1) by Trinity Dare Read Free Book Online

It was late at night and the janitor was almost finished with his duties at the Center for Biological Research and Development. As usual, he cleaned the containment room last because that place gave him the creeps. There were hundreds of glass containers with all kinds of small creatures that he had never seen anywhere else. Some of them looked like rodents, some others looked kind of like strange insects.
    When the janitor was half way across the room, he saw that one of the containers was open. Hesitantly he moved closer, lifting his mop as an improvised weapon. The container was empty.
    Good, one less ugly creature , he thought and continued to finish up for the night.
    ***
    Not far from there, a strange looking insect was climbing a wall, getting closer to an open window. The bug was easily the size of a rat, with a pale green exoskeleton, four thin legs, a scorpion-like tail, and a couple of flexible antennas that resembled small tentacles.
    The creature used his sensitive antennas to follow a thin trail of CO2. With a little luck, this would lead the bug to a suitable target.
    A few minutes later, the intruder was climbing silently on Jenny’s bed.
    Jenny was a slender brunette with tanned, silky skin that contrasted perfectly with her beautiful green eyes. She was tired from a stressful day at the office and she didn’t feel anything when the creeping insect skittered over the pillow, getting closer to her.
    The bug touched her head slightly, testing, ready to run away in case it was necessary. Jenny shifted her position but didn’t wake up.
    The creature moved one of its tentacle-like antennas closer to Jenny’s head. Then, with almost imperceptible movements, the proboscis entered her ear, careful not to disturb her.
    When everything was ready, the bug emitted strange microwaves that dispersed within Jenny’s skull. The electrical signals that normally traveled through Jenny’s brain began to change. New neuronal connections replaced the old ones, creating new patterns of behavioral control that would fit perfectly to the insect’s requirements.
    Jenny dreamed of herself. She was lying on her bed very still. It felt good to stay immobile for a while. From time to time, she heard a sweet lullaby song that her mom sang to her when she was little.
    As the dim light of dawn filtered through the window, the bug retrieved its antenna from the woman’s ear and slowly moved away, searching for a safe place to hide during the day.
    ***
    One hour later, Jenny woke up feeling rested and energetic. She sat on her bed and for a second she felt a little dizzy. This odd feeling quickly went away.
    Underneath the bed, the bug detected movement and started signaling.
    Jenny heard some sort of cricket singing. For a moment she thought it came from outside, but it was too loud, it sounded too close.
    The cricket must be inside the room , she thought.
    It didn’t sound like anything she had heard before. The singing echoed inside her head in a disturbing way, raising goose bumps all over her skin. She felt dizzy again and decided to search for whatever was making the noise and get rid of it.
    After a while of looking around the room, Jenny gave up trying to find the bug. She sat on the dresser, admiring on the mirror her new sexy underwear. She fixed her bra, briefly touching her nipple with her finger. Jenny let out a soft gasp from the blissful feeling that radiated from her breast. She hadn’t realized until now how aroused she was.
    Jenny massaged her breast for a moment while her quiet moans mixed with the sound of the bug singing in the background.
    The young woman moved her hand down; sliding beneath her panties and reaching her sensitive clitoris. Just the slightest touch sent a jolt of bliss that rippled across her entire body.
    She rubbed her middle finger up and down along her soaked vaginal lips as her arousal increased with every passing second. The bug’s song resounded louder in her head, almost in sync with her