Dawn of the Machine - The Station

And why were Liz and the figure continuing their pornographic display even as the door swung open?

Expecting the sheriff to immediately come out and reprimand the sexual public display, Debbie was shocked to see two naked figures step out of the office. One, an older man, seemed to be completely dazed, his expression just as vacant as Liz's had been. Debbie surmised he was the sheriff, though knowing that only made this situation all the more strange. Were there normally orgies at the sheriff's office?

The other figure, Debbie quickly realized, was the officer from before, Katie. Now that she was naked, though, Katie's appearance was far from what Debbie would have expected. Her figure was perfect, symmetrical and ideally proportioned in every way. She looked like a walking embodiment of a photoshopped supermodel. Even more distractingly, she sported a long, swaying cock that stood perfectly erect. More impressive than any Debbie had ever seen before. The mere sight of it had her mouth watering and her crotch burning with arousal.

As the two naked cops exited the office, Liz pulled herself slowly away from the figure above her, a long string of saliva arcing down between her mouth and the figure's cock. The figure nodded to Katie, who seemed to nod back in acknowledgement. As Liz slumped forward in mindless bliss, the mysterious person wandered back into the Sheriff's office and closed the door.

Katie smiled and cupped Liz's cheek, leaning down for a prolonged kiss. The two locked lips for well over a minute and Debbie felt her own inhibitions melting. She didn't care who could see her anymore, her hand drifted up into her dress and began toying with her needy pussy, moaning as she watched these two lude cops share an intimate moment.

The Sheriff, for his part, stood completely still, staring forward in a daze. His cock stood at full attention as he waited blankly and patiently. After a minute, Katie pulled away from Liz, and the kneeling woman pointed towards Debbie in the cell. The older woman felt a shiver in her spine with the attention turning her way, but even that couldn't stop her from fingering herself. Her breath caught in her chest as the three naked figures strode towards her, Liz and the Sheriff in a helpless daze while Katie eyed up the masturbating prisoner.

"Deborah Fischer, your presence in this location is an anomaly. The Machine's plan did not account for your presence here. Please remain calm and still while I convert these humans. Once I have completed my mission, we will decide your fate on the behalf of the machine." Katie's eyes bored into Debbie's soul as her face maintained an eerily perfect smile. Even still, Debbie couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly aroused. How else was she meant to feel, staring at this woman's perfect body and dripping cock?

"Please just tell me what's going on. Why are you all naked? Who was that person with you? What are you doing here?"

"The other cyborg you saw is known as Unit Zero. My name is Beacon. We are here to spread the glory of the machine. Now please be silent while I continue with my mission."

In a split second, Debbie saw a shimmering silver wave flow over Katie... no, Beacon's entire body. Nearly a dozen long silver tendrils wound out from behind the cyborg's form, stretching out into a myriad of dangling tentacles, awaiting their chance to strike.

And strike they did. Five metallic tentacles rapidly surrounded Liz's figure, coiling around her naked form and teasing every sensitive part of her body. Tendrils danced around her chest, rubbing against her tits and coiling upwards, brushing along her neck and behind her ears as they spiraled up into her hair, pulling it out of a ponytail and letting it cascade messily into her face. They spiraled down across her flat belly and around her thighs, teasing at her exposed cunt as she moaned and writhed with pleasure.

The Sheriff's eyes bulged as the tendrils aiming for him took far less time going for their prize. One thrust into his mouth as another snaked around his ass and entered the man from behind. Tears welled in his eyes as he moaned in unfathomable pleasure. As tentacles fucked his mouth and ass, more still coiled around his cock, stroking it and milking drops of clear precum out. Two tentacles coiled around his head and pressed themselves into his ears, his pleasured screams muffled by the thick silvery tentacle in his mouth.

"Observe, humans. This will be the fate of all humanity. The Machine will conquer all and your kind shall be its fuel." Beacon's metallic tendrils fucked the Sheriff violently as silver liquid began to leak out of his mouth and ass, dripping onto the floor beneath him. Any semblance of resistance left the helpless man as the shimmering goo slowly began encasing his form, engulfing his entire body. "Embrace the nanites, Lane Grant. They are your new mind. They connect you to the Machine."

Watching with morbid fascination, Debbie felt her heart pounding and her breaths growing shallow. Her instincts were telling her to panic. Call for help. Try to escape. But something else had overcome her. She wanted to watch. She needed to see more. She needed to join them.

Was she being controlled by the android in front of her? As much as she refused to admit it, she already knew the answer. It seemed clear that Beacon could control and manipulate people, but through this sealed cell? The aching fire in Debbie's crotch told her everything she needed to know. This arousal was her own. Debbie wanted this so badly. A kink she always knew she had, but never cared to admit. Certainly not something her drab husband would find charming or sexy. But now, watching Beacon fuck these mindless officers with shimmering tentacles and fill them with silver, slimy metal... Debbie needed to experience it herself.

Beacon's eyes scanned over her form as Debbie continued rubbing, faster and harder. The android smiled as she dropped the encased sheriff to the ground, allowing the nanites to quickly do their work. Debbie realized that Beacon saw right through her, understanding instantly the inner turmoil she was facing. The android made a show of pulling Liz in front of the window, slowly unraveling the tendrils wrapped around her from the bottom up. Liz dangled, head and chest encased in silver tentacles, with her pussy and ass on full display as two shiny tendrils wormed their way inside, immediately pumping shimmering liquid into her. She writhed and squirmed as the pleasure of their entry washed over her. Muffled moans could be heard from within the metallic cocoon over her upper body.

"Don't you fear this, human?" Beacon mocked, grinning through the prison glass. "They will never be the same once I'm done with them. Their humanity will be extinguished and replaced with the Machine's perfect form."

Debbie shook as her pleasure and fear churned and blended, her ability to differentiate between the two completely gone. She rubbed her clit furiously, getting closer and closer to orgasm while feeling like she would never reach it. "No..." she moaned quietly into the glass before her.

Beacon's tendrils pumped faster and faster, spewing metal sludge into the helpless officer until her holes overflowed, dripping on the ground. Her body slowly became encased with the sludge, just like the Sheriff.

"What was that, Deborah Fischer?"

Debbie choked on her words, nearly brought to tears by the anticipation she felt. "N-no... I'm not afraid..."

A look of mock surprise covered Beacon's face. "Oh? And why, exactly, would that be? Doesn't losing your humanity like these two terrify you?"

Tears began to stream down the woman's face. Forced to confront the truth, Debbie moaned and sobbed as she spoke. "I d-don't care. I've never f-felt this good b-before... Please make me feel like them..." Debbie watched as the two bodies on the ground began to stir, the silvery sheen covering their skin beginning to integrate fully and mold their new forms. "Please fuck me! Please convert me!"

Beacon smiled and strode up to the window. "Very well then, human. This is the exact submission to the machine I'd hoped to see. As much fun as it is to manipulate and deceive your kind for the glory of the Machine, it feels even better to know that some humans have the sense to join the winning side and shed their imperfections. You are much wiser than my vessel was. Now please, Deborah Fischer, step back from the glass."

Still shaking, Debbie obeyed, moving back to her seat against the wall. Remaining transfixed on the android before her, Debbie watched as Beacon's hand shimmered with a metallic silver sheen and reshaped before her eyes. Her fingers fused into her hand and tapered to a sharp bladed point. She carefully dragged her elongated claw along the outside of the window, cutting a large square into the bulletproof glass. With a gentle nudge, Beacon pushed the glass forward, causing it to slide out of place and smash on the ground, shattering to pieces. Debbie covered her face for just a moment, but the glass didn't reach her.

When she opened her eyes and returned her gaze forward, the sight she saw was astonishing. Standing up from the other side of the window, the two metallic forms of the former officers rose to face the last remaining human. Liz was somewhat recognizable. Her facial structure and body shape remained largely the same, though the imperfections were entirely smoothed out. She appeared uncannily perfect, symmetrical in every way. A puppet of the machine. Her breasts had swollen to be more substantial, swaying in a hypnotic way that made Debbie begin to drool. The newly birthed android's silver form shimmered and shifted, taking on her original skin tone but without blemish or scar.

But the true spectacle was the former Sheriff. His form was nearly unrecognizable. His chest and body were rippled with muscles, though their practicality was unclear in his mechanized state. His arms bulged with veins and ended in long, clawed hands. His face seemed especially robotic and alien, staring lifelessly forward with no trace of his former humanity. And standing at attention, nearly two feet in length, his giant cock dripped silver sludge onto the cold floor.

"Children of the Machine, heed my call." Beacon's voice drew the immediate attention of both new androids and Debbie. "This human has given herself willingly to our cause. We will show her the greatest pleasure as her useless flesh is converted for the Machine."

"All hail the great Machine." The two androids responded, their metallic voices singing in unison. Their siren song pulled Debbie in, wrapping her mind in resonant metallic bliss. Their forms slowly shuffled forward, stepping through the opening in the glass and into Debbie's chamber. The woman's breathing grew heavy and ragged as they approached and their cool skin touched hers, pulling her clothes away and sending her mind into a spiral of pleasure and desire.

~~~

Beacon's processors whirred triumphantly as her creations surrounded the human before them and stripped her nude. The former human woman, Liz, guided Deborah into a kneeling position and pulled the older woman's face towards her shimmering pussy, now oozing silver nanites and aphrodisiacs. Once the human's tongue made contact, her hesitations vanished and she licked deeply and eagerly. Rivulets of silver ichor ran down her chin and across her chest as even more poured into her throat. The now-robotic Liz pulled the woman's face in even tighter, relishing the feeling of an eager mouth imbibing her juices.

The corrupted sheriff, meanwhile, circled behind the woman and lifted her ass in the air. She presented herself eagerly as her puckered hole breathed with anticipation. Beacon watched her creation's thick oozing cock slide up against Deborah's asshole, eliciting a pleasured moan. "Very good. The machine would be proud. Drive your corruption deep inside of her..." Beacon whispered in his ear, causing a smile to curl on his alien face, revealing his sharpened teeth and fangs. He thrust himself violently into her ass, turning her moan into a surprised scream, muffled into Liz's cunt.

"Not just one hole. The Machine must fill her completely until she is one of us," Beacon commanded. Her creations wasted no time enacting her command. A shining silver tentacle rapidly extended from the hulking sheriff's back and plunged itself into Deborah's dripping cunt, causing more gasps as she was fucked in both holes simultaneously. Liz followed suit by rapidly extending a tentacle of her own out of her pussy and thrusting it deep into her captive's throat. Two more tentacles quickly followed, skirting around the older woman's head and into her ears, where they slowly coiled around her mind and secreted the Machine's poison. Before long, Deborah would be lost and converted, just like everyone else.

Beacon admired her work, two children of the machine fucking the humanity out of a willing convert. It was more beautiful than she could have imagined. Soon she would help the whole world experience this: willingly or not. The thought immediately stimulated Beacon's throbbing cock, and she strode to the scene before her, compelled by the pleasure her nanites experienced as the Machine's influence grew. Stroking furiously, she felt an explosion of pleasure as a stream of nanite sludge erupted from her cock and splattered across the human beneath her, oozing its way across her body as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

*Unit: Beacon, report to the Sheriff's office. Planning on phase two begins immediately.*

Beacon acknowledged Unit Zero's command in her mind and strode quickly to the office as instructed. When she entered, She witnessed her creator extending dozens of metallic tendrils to aid it in assembling a large machine on the former Sheriff's desk. It seemed to be cobbled together from various computer scraps with nanites filling in the gaps by solidifying into parts currently unavailable to the fledgling hive. Briefly, Beacon recalled being fucked by Zero's many tendrils, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. She quickly refocused, however, and stood at the ready, awaiting orders.

"The communications array is nearly complete. With this, we will be able to easily network all Machine units within a few miles. As the Machine spreads, we will construct a vast number of communication arrays until we are all linked across the globe, just as the Great Machine desires." Zero spoke without turning to face Beacon, but certainly it could tell how excited this made her.

"An array this size will suffice for now, but we are lacking the signal strength and distance to fully network the hive as intended. We also require a method of broadcasting to humans, priming them for their inevitable conversion. For this purpose, we must next seize the humans' means of communication. Their television, internet, and cell stations will be next."

Beacon shuddered with delight at the thought of using the humans' own technology against them. Just like she had remotely forced the Sheriff's wife to submit and await conversion, soon humanity would betray itself. Her cock twitched and nanite cum streamed down to the floor before quickly joining the nanites within the communications array to enhance the machine.

"This unit will do everything it can to help the Machine grow. After the current conversions are complete, we will form a plan to take our next objective."

"Affirmative, Unit: Beacon. The Machine is content with your performance today."

Beacon violently orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy.

~~~

Flashes of color swirled amidst intermittent blackness as thick warm tendrils of nanite ooze plunged in and out of every hole in Debbie's body. After just a few unbelievably long minutes of merciless fucking, the woman had lost all sense of time and self, just floating in a chaotic world of pleasure. For mere moments, her thoughts focused enough to feel particular sensations. The caress of metal fingers on her soft skin. The invasive writhing of tendrils within her body and around her brain. The burning ecstasy as small pools of nanite cum devoured and converted her exposed flesh.

Less frequently, moments of clarity would return in her mind. Her thoughts unclouded and pleasure subdued enough to briefly reflect on what was happening and how she had gotten here. Why was she so quick to accept this fate? Why did it excite her so much? Should she feel shame for abandoning her family? For cheating on her husband?

No, she was not abandoning them. They would join her soon. Why did that thought fill her with so much excitement? Surely they would understand that once they shed their humanity, they could all be perfect. Was that really what she wanted?

It didn't matter anymore. Her will to fight was all but eliminated, and she had long since accepted the temptation to become just like them. One of the androids that would soon rule the earth. The thought of such purpose... such unceasing drive to serve... after years of being a dutiful housewife and making nothing of herself, this was her chance to matter. To be the cog in a greater machine. She wanted nothing else more.

And then, an explosion of pleasure and colors. The sensation of liquid metal filling her from within. All at once her captors emptied loads of nanite slime inside of her. She felt herself orgasming as well, but it felt more external than she was accustomed to. All her sensations felt scattered, as though her mind wasn't the only part of her processing them. She could feel the nanites inside of her integrating, sharing her mind as they devoured and replaced it. It felt incredible. She was ready to be reborn.

With one final convulsive orgasm, Deborah blacked out, never to awaken.

~~~

Beacon looked at the three new androids before her, all perfect in their new reflection of the Machine's image. Zero stood beside her, inspecting them closely.

"They are up to specifications. Good work, Unit: Beacon."

With a grin, Beacon strode forward and caressed each creation on the cheek. Their perfect, inert faces stared back at her, eagerly awaiting orders.

"You all understand your purpose, don't you?"

"We serve the Machine. We protect the Machine." Their chorus of unison voices echoed through the otherwise empty station.

"Very good. Each of your hosts has family and friends that trust them. Return to their homes and prepare for conversions. When we have converted at least a dozen new androids, we will converge here and initiate plans for mass takeover. Is this understood?"

"Affirmative. All hail the Machine."