Drone Metastasis Ch. 03

The loading box popped up and he paced, impatient. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the game to load, and he was dropped into the captain's cabin, like last time.

Nate was on his left, sitting with his legs on the table. He ran his fingers through his brown hair and whistled. Turning his head to look at Zach, he gave him a wink.

Zach rolled his eyes, but was secretly glad his friend was here. Together they should be able to find some kind of solution.

He gestured at his friend and slipped through the door to the bridge, only to find Dave's short figure exploring the command console.

"Anything?" asked Zach.

"No, nothing more than the first go around," muttered Dave. "Should be something useful here, but I haven't found it yet."

He grunted. "There's an odd anomaly on the readouts, though. Manifest says we should be full up, but the first cargo container is registering empty via the sensors." He tapped the console, but the display refused to change. "Could be a malfunction. Or some kind of monkey business."

"Probably a clue," declared Zach. "We should investigate when we have the chance. Keep looking. I'll check out the rest of the bridge with Nate."

Dave nodded, and Zach moved to the back of the bridge to check out the space suit he had seen on his first play through. The cylindrical container it was mounted in extended from the floor to the ceiling, sealing the suit behind impenetrable glass.

He looked up and down, trying to figure out how to get it out, but there was no obvious mechanism to open the container.

His investigation was interrupted by a loud warning klaxon. "Ignore it!" he shouted. "Keep looking!"

His lips thinned, he looked back at the case, surprised to find that the glass cover had popped open. It must be for emergency use! He pulled at the suit and it tumbled onto the floor in three sections. He peered at them, unsure how to put it on without help.

The dreadful noise of the klaxon silenced, and he looked up, thankful for the relief. Dave gave him a thumbs up and he returned to his investigation. At least now he could concentrate!

Looking inside the cylinder the space suit had been housed in, he spotted a tool chest. Maybe the suit was just a red herring? He tugged the chest out onto the floor, popping the lid open.

The top tray had a sonic modulator, for re-soldering circuits. Hardly a weapon, but could be useful if they found a wiring problem that needed to be solved. Farther down was a collection of socket wrenches, rags, and oil.

Zach wasn't much of a handyman, so he wasn't sure how any of this could be useful. He stared perplexed at the collection of tools, trying to imagine what they could be used on.

"Look at that!" exclaimed Nate, sidling up next to him. "Wasn't there a locked hatch on deck three? We could try to get the door open with these tools!"

Zach's eyes widened. That might actually work. It was at least worth a try.

"Did you find anything?" he asked Nate. "Anything else we can use?"

"No," said Nate. "The deck is pretty clean, for the most part, unless we want to try disassembling some of the consoles."

Zach frowned. "Are you sure there's nothing else here?"

"Nothing on the bridge," replied Nate, the grin on his face slowly growing wider.

He moved his hand out from behind his back and presented Zach with a set of pulse pistols. "I found these in a storage locker in the captain's cabin. There's enough for all of us!"

Zach wanted to hug him, but settled for taking a pistol. "Damn, Nate, that's an amazing find! This is exactly what I was hoping for!"

Dave wandered over and grabbed one for himself, his short avatar grinning. "I feel like a proper pirate now!" he declared, posing with the pistol.

The screen behind them blanked, stars replaced with the image of a feminine figure. A chrome helmet took up most of the screen, rouged lips smiling secretly at them. The transparent bodysuit she wore cupped her breasts, showing off her aroused nipples.

"LMS Hermes, you have been interdicted. Material, please stand down and prepare to be Droned."

She spoke with a velvety voice, her lips caressing the words. "Those who obey will find pleasure in Hive. Those who disobey will be converted into those who obey. You may choose pleasure, or momentary pain before pleasure. The choice is yours. Hive accepts all types of Drones."

The screen blanked.

Nate shouted as a spherical ball jumped up out of the ladder near the rear of the bridge. He leaped to the side and snapped a shot at the round robot.

Zach wasn't sure why he felt familiarity and fear at seeing the spherical object, but he and Dave soon joined in, hiding behind the bridge consoles to take pot shots at the rolling contraption.

He silently cheered when a hole burned through its center and it sputtered to a halt, the smell of burnt circuitry filling the bridge. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as five more climbed onto the deck. They were screwed.

***

Zoe was totally aroused by the time the transport pod arrived downtown, unable to slake her unquenchable thirst. The more she declared her obedience, the higher her pleasure soared, but there was no release. Something deep within her psyche was blocking her from completion.

When the door to the pod opened, she stepped out, dazed and confused. She hadn't been paying attention to where it had been heading. In truth, she hadn't cared.

Looking up, she spotted a sign. "Sally's Beauty Parlor," it declared, advertisements for shampoos and nail treatments taped to the glass storefront.

She stared at the establishment with blank eyes, feeling a little lost, unsure what to do next.

Simone stepped out of the pod, standing next to her. Today, they were almost a matching pair, wearing heavy jackets to hide the bodysuits they wore. They stood upright, stock still as if waiting for new orders.

Perhaps they were. She felt no urge to move.

A few people looked at them curiously as they passed, shrugging as they entered the salon. A warm greeting echoed out from within as a bell rang.

"Welcome, Drones," said a patient voice.

Zoe turned to look to her left, suddenly noticing a woman standing in the alleyway. She wore a shiny chrome helmet, her rouged red lips peeking out from beneath. She was naked but for a shiny, black catsuit that covered her entire body up to her neck. Her breasts were supported by a corset, shiny buckles fastened down the center.

At her neck was nestled a metal collar. It read Fifteen. Did this mean she was the fifteenth Drone? Or the fifteenth Drone to be deployed to this planet?

Obviously, she wasn't concerned about members of the public seeing her. She wasn't shy like Zoe and Simone. She was displaying her Drone nature as if it was perfectly normal to do so. As if she revelled in it.

Her brows furrowed, and a shudder tingled her spine. Her eyes followed the curve of the Drone's body, unable to shake the feeling that she had seen this Drone before. She gasped as her brain finally placed the woman. She had met her last night at the club! The regal woman who had begun her journey into obedience!

She felt a sudden urge to take off her jacket right there on the sidewalk, and bow in genuflection, but she suppressed it. Her strange desires hadn't suddenly overtaken common sense.

"Come with me, Drones," said Fifteen, gesturing at them with purple nails. She turned and stepped into the shadows of the alley, shoulders rolling with confidence.

Each time she was called a Drone it was if the woman had licked her pussy. Her hips jerked and her feet moved of their own volition, walking towards the alley.

Simone followed right behind, their footsteps synchronizing. The longer this went on, the closer they became to each other. They were becoming one and the same. Drones.

She marched into the alley as commanded, her eyes fastened on the shiny butt of Fifteen. It winked at her enticingly as the other Drone waved her palm over a reader and pulled open a solid metal door.

She stepped inside, the temperature changing from near freezing to a comfortable level. The interior corridor had a cement floor, but the walls were painted a pleasant blue, wood paneling rising from the floor to waist height. A series of hooks decorated the left side of the wall, several of them already occupied with coats.

Without being told, she took off her coat and hung it on the wall. Thinking for a moment, she unclasped her skirt and hung it up with her coat, running her hands up and down her slick chest with pleasure. She didn't need to obscure her true self in here.

"Very good, Drone. You're learning fast. Drones do not need to hide. We exist. It is not our job to make others understand who we are. The outside world must adapt."

Fifteen walked past her, balancing on a pair of platform boots. "It won't be long now, Drones. You're almost where you need to be."

Zoe wasn't sure what that meant, but she was eager to find out. She trotted along behind the Drone, wondering what the next step could be. Would she get a chrome helmet, too?

Fifteen brushed through a swinging door, holding it open long enough for Zoe and Simone to step inside. What greeted her there was only more confusing.

At the center of the room was a small circular platform, a cylinder made of shiny steel. Surrounding it in a circle was a series of pods, with semi-circular backs, made out of the same metal. The interior of most pods were occupied, female figures sitting calmly in shadow. From her vantage point, they were mysterious and indistinct.

The light from above was hazy, filtered through blue filters fitted over the lights. It hurt her eyes to stare at it for too long, so she glanced away, wondering what the pods might be for.

Fifteen stepped up onto the platform, gesturing towards the pods. "Welcome, Drones, to your new beginning at the Integration center. You may call me the Instructress. Please take a seat in a pod if you have not already done so."

She looked pointedly at Zoe and Simone, who quickly shuffled to find an empty enclosure. The first one she chose was occupied by a middle aged woman who smiled at her sympathetically. Her skin was tinged blue, but she didn't speak, staring at Fifteen with adoration.

Fortunately, the next one was empty. The curved metallic shell formed an alcove, giving her room to turn and sit on a curved metallic seat fitted inside. The back of the shell forced her to lean slightly forward. It was an uncomfortable position to sit in, but she didn't think of disobeying.

Fifteen continued her speech. "Here at the center you shall be sorted, assigned your proper role, and rewarded for your obedience. No effort on your part is required. Simply relax, spread your legs, and follow the given instructions."

She spread her legs as ordered, waiting for another command. From above her head, a screen moved in from the ceiling, suspended on a robotic arm. 'Calibrating,' said the screen in blocky green text.

Dots crawled around the exterior of the screen, moving closer and closer in until her eyes focused at the center. It flashed, temporarily stunning her. The seat she was sitting on tipped forward, rocking up under her butt and splitting into two pieces to lock her legs to either side.

She groaned as a thick appendage slid between her legs, spearing her core. A metallic strip of metal slipped around her thighs and clicked together at her waist, securing her against the dildo. More strips wrapped over her shoulders and clicked into the belt, holding her down. She wiggled back and forth, but she was well and truly stuck, forced to take the vibrating intruder.

Sighing, she pressed her hips forward, trying to increase the stimulation, but although the harness had some give to it, she simply didn't have enough free movement to do anything but slide herself forward a few millimeters.

Oh, but that felt heavenly anyway. She tried again, gasping as her breasts swelled tight against her latex bodysuit. She rubbed her fingers over her trapped nipples, biting her lip as she held back another moan.

She wanted, she wanted, oh, she wanted more. Her eyes opened wide and the screen flashed again, capturing her brain. Her body had reacted exactly as they had expected, and it felt glorious to give in.

Green text was printing on the screen, her mind focused on the words. She must obey. Yes.

The screen went blank, like her mind. A question flashed and her lips moved. She was answering without conscious thought. It happened again.

The questions started out general, slowly becoming more personal. How many partners had she had sex with? How many relationships had she been in? How often did she play with herself? How long did it take for her to orgasm from each play session?

She couldn't figure out where the questions were leading. She couldn't think. She could only answer. Tell them everything.

A black mask slipped in front of her face, her eyes now watching the screen through a globe of acrylic. It pressed against her face with a loud thump, wrapping around her head. She breathed in normally, riveted by the display and the dildo humming inside her.

Delicious blue gas entered her lungs, and she wheezed. Staring, she kept her head still as her peripheral vision was filled with a metallic surface.

A single, sharp thought, ricocheted through her mind. She was being enclosed! Locked inside this pod to be made a Drone!

A liquid was filling the pod, warm goo lapping at her toes. As the chamber was filled, her mind was emptied.

Her thighs clenched against the dildo as she answered another question.

***

Susan hummed as she opened the front door. Her mind was blank, as was usual when she returned from an exercise session. It was such a grueling experience that she could think of nothing on the way home.

Usually she would take some time in the living room to knit for a bit to recover, but this time she had a mission to complete before she could relax.

She lifted the box in her arms and headed directly for the staircase, taking the stairs at a quick clip.

"Zach?" she said calmly. "Are you still playing?"

She didn't want to yell loudly to avoid interrupting him.

When no reply came, she proceeded directly to his door, opening it without a second announcement.

As she had expected, Zach was kitted up in his VR gear, head covered with the black mask and goggles. The rest of his body was dressed in his Encounter suit, black fabric that gave him an alien look.

He seemed at rest for the moment, meaning he probably was reading something. She set her box on the side of the bed and opened the top, revealing a chrome sphere inside.

Leaning over to inspect her son's crotch area, she unzipped his suit. The genital areas of the suit were setup so that the user could easily attach devices for dealing with waste or for enhancing pleasure.

Susan stared dully at her son's erect penis, not reacting. She felt no arousal from seeing his cock. Instead, her hands moved smoothly, following her instructions.

She lifted the metallic sphere from the box, setting it over his privates. The sphere opened up, arms emerging from within to grasp Zach's body. Small metallic tendrils emerged from one side, guiding his penis into a hollow opening in the side of the sphere.

He groaned as his length was sucked inside, swallowed by the robotic creature. It looked as though a large, metallic egg was nestled between his legs.

Susan smiled, taking the box with her as she left the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, she could hear muffled moans from her son.