Drone Metastasis Ch. 04

It felt good to be Suited. He breathed in deeply, letting the gas carry him into the proper frame of mind. He was a guard. His only duty was to keep Her safe.

His body moved autonomously as he followed his Queen, matching his steps to hers through the Gestalt. Two other guards walked on either side of Her, black, menacing Drones ready to tackle anyone trying to attack their Queen.

Not that it was likely for any attacks to happen here, inside one of her outposts. Still, it was always a good idea to keep one's guard up. In his case, it was a requirement. The gas in his lungs focused him utterly on his duty, and the plastic globe Installed in the back of his mouth linked him to the Gestalt and the other Drones around him.

They worked together, following a master plan with perfect coordination. Anyone attacking them would have a difficult time, as anything one of them noticed would be communicated to all of them in a blink.

They passed through an operations area, Suited Drones hard at work at their consoles. There was little resistance remaining in the region, but what little there was could still be dangerous. It was their duty to detect it and stamp it out.

A large map on the far wall indicated their current operations. Areas in red were occupied by Hive. Areas in blue were still contested. Every day the red inevitably spread, tendrils spinning out like threads in a neural network. Wires infiltrating the fabric of everyday life, thickening until they became steel rods threaded throughout society. Wrapped so tightly around the core regions that even military force would be unable to remove them.

His Queen was in charge of this region, and she was in his charge. Nobody would stop her from accomplishing Her goals. He would see to it.

The rubber hose attached to his gas mask flexed as he breathed, a calming rhythm that kept him in check. No need to get excited here. The resistance had never before managed to put together a raid on their main base.

His Queen hummed with pleasure as she swayed on platform boots, heels striking against tile. The latex shirt she wore contained cut outs for her breasts, allowing the perfect spheres to spill out into the solid grip of her black, leather corset.

As she walked, the golden bauble that pierced her belly button swayed back and forth, the end of a delicate chain resting above her bare snatch. Her emerald green shorts gripped her thighs tightly, but an opening at her crotch allowed free access to her privates.

His eyes naturally wanted to follow her swaying butt, but the gas kept his thoughts on course, looking for threats. She was desirable and enticing, yes, which was why the resistance would want to take her out. She was too valuable a target to give up. Hive would keenly feel the loss of one of Her most productive subjects.

He gripped the shock prod in his hand tightly, almost hoping that an enemy would reveal itself so he could deal with them. That was the only way he would be able to assuage his insistent arousal.

His Queen marched on, heels clacking loudly. Leaving the operation room behind, they arrived at a conversion lab. Drones clad in yellow attended female figures locked to operating chairs.

One of them walked up to a console and moved a dial, moving two suspended lights in close to mesmerize her victim. The fingers on her other hand caressed a joystick, moving an extending arm in close to the prone woman's mouth.

Four robotic claws moved out from the tubular device, pressing against her lips. They prized her flesh aside, jamming between her teeth and cranking her jaw open. The cylindrical device pushed inwards, jamming inside her mouth.

The woman's body jumped on the table, arms splayed to her sides. The attending Drone smiled, backing up and turning to face her Queen.

"The Implantation goes well, Mistress. Their last unsuccessful attack yielded several of their leaders who are currently undergoing conversion."

"Good," said the Queen, stepping forward to examine the prone woman, who was moaning pitifully. "It won't be long before they understand that they are under new management. Replaced."

She ran a finger over the hip of the newly Implanted slave. Zach could feel the touch through the Gestalt, the new Drone's consciousness linking to him through her new Interface.

"This one was particularly troublesome, was she not? A leader of sorts?"

The yellow Drone bowed gently in assent. "She attempted to kill herself before our robots could capture her, but she was not successful."

"Too bad for her, but good for Hive. We should show her how Hive treats her obedient Drones."

His Queen glanced at two other new Drones on other tables, whose bodies' jerked as they were also Implanted. "I think my guards should have the pleasure. It is good for them to work off their excess energy."

She gestured at Zach and the other two guards. "Mount them, Drones. Show them what it is like to belong to Hive."

Zach breathed faster as it dawned on him what she was commanding. He could not disobey his Queen, but he didn't want to, either.

He could see the other guards obeying the command out of his peripheral vision, but he only had eyes for the Drone he was about to fuck.

Climbing onto the table, he shoved his shock prod back into his belt and unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. Since becoming a Hive Drone, he found that he was always at the ready. Ready to fuck on command.

The Drone on the bed had relaxed back, watching him in a daze. He slipped his length inside her snatch, thrusting roughly as he leaned back to push himself all the way in. He unlocked his helmet and slid it open, blue gas escaping into the room in a small cloud.

Leaning forward, he pressed his rubbery chest against her breasts. This allowed him to run his hands through her hair, which would soon be removed, and kiss her lips. They tasted delicious, and familiar.

Confused, he pushed himself back to take in her features more carefully, pumping his dick inside her. She was biting her lip and had her eyes closed, writhing, but she seemed even more familiar now.

He brushed a lock of hair away from her face and his heart thrummed. This was his sister's friend, Simone! He had dreamed of fucking her for ages, but she had always given him a cold shoulder when he had seen her in passing.

Now here she was, getting her brains fucked out by a Hive Drone. By him.

She was a Drone herself, or soon would be. The sensation of his slow fuck rattled through her body. The Gestalt must be messing with her mind, enhancing the sensations.

He had a hard time holding himself back. This was his duty. To fuck on the command of Hive. To enforce Her will.

He just hadn't imagined that Hive would force him to fuck his sister's best friend!

Still, there was a faint sense of deja vu, as if he had done something similar before. He felt a bit dizzy, wishing for more of the blue gas to calm himself down.

Gritting his teeth, he focused on his task. He was doing as he was commanded. He was obedient.

Even so, he looked up as he reached climax, staring into the face of his Queen as his semen gushed into Simone. He jerked in embarrassment as he recognized his Queen's face. She wore a metal collar labeled 'Q03,' but that wasn't what bothered him. His Queen looked like Zoe.

***

Her hips vibrated as another orgasm blasted through her brain, but she took no notice. Her mind was too busy sucking down the instructions fed into it via the display.

She took another breath of the hazy gas, swollen blue breasts pushing out as her lungs inflated.

Her body was warm, maintained at the appropriate temperature by the fluid in the capsule. Her environment was entirely controlled by Hive. Her body was controlled. Her thoughts were controlled.

Her waking mind had been suppressed by the screen as her thinking personality was adjusted to better suit Hive thought. To align her so that she could be Installed into the Gestalt.

The course of her desires had a new focus: many others needed to be made into Drones. They needed to recruit the whole world so that all may become Hive slaves.

The new thoughts were arousing. Her hands fondled her breasts as an expression of her lust. Drone love was pure. All would be made Drones so that everyone could share the love of Hive.

As she exhaled a mist of the gas being fed into her lungs, she could hear a loud gurgling sound from somewhere below. The dildo in her pussy pulsed again, and her body shuddered. She was unable to take her eyes away from the screen as more green text was fed into her brain.

Her mouth whispered more words, but in truth, she knew she was close to the end. The knowledge Hive had needed had been extracted by the screen. All that was left was for new protocols to be uploaded.

As the lines of characters printed onto the screen, they were automatically transcribed into her brain for later, deepening Hive's control over her. Etched into her reptile brain, these new truths would fundamentally alter her behavior without her even needing to think.

Being written to was enormously arousing, her hips bucking again against the restraints. While all her conscious mind could think about was being fucked and orgasming away her will, Hive was underwriting everything that she knew about her existence, and she loved it.

All too soon, however, it was over. The last line was written and accepted, the screen flicking off and retracting into the ceiling.

She choked as a rubber tube was withdrawn from her throat, the mask which had been her home for an unknown amount of time pulling itself inexorably from her head. Her neck muscles spasmed and she gagged, spittle dripping from her lips as the mask extracted itself.

The fluid her body was suspended in was lapping at the bottom of her breasts, the level dropping rapidly. She swallowed reflexively several times, coughing the remaining gas from her lungs. The buzzing in her crotch faded, leaving her with a languid warmth in her privates.

The interior of the pod was humid, filled with a blue haze. To her delight, she found that it had been pressurized with more of the gas. She breathed it in, her eyes unfocusing as she thought about her new life.

As a Drone, she would need to find a way to help Hive convert her family into Drones, too. Her brother should not prove to be too difficult, as he spent all of his time in virtual reality. She was certain Hive would find a way to infiltrate his equipment and convert him to the Hive way of thinking.

Mother already seemed well on her way to accepting Hive, but her father would definitely be an issue. A stubborn old cuss, he wasn't likely to accept a new way of thinking without outside assistance.

There must be some way to penetrate his hard exterior, but she had to confess that she didn't have any ideas. She shrugged. Either Hive would provide her the tools she needed to accomplish her mission, or she would be assigned another task. She would enjoy converting her family, but that decision was up to Hive.

The rest of the liquid in the pod drained away, and the belt holding her onto the dildo unclicked, dropping from her waist. She stood up, the thick length of the rod slipping from her snatch, rubbing her lips delightfully as it fell away.

She stood there, blank and cold. Curious, she looked down at her body. Her clothing and shoes must have been dissolved by the liquid treatment, as she was nude. She lifted her hands to caress her breasts as she had in the pod, surprised at how dark they looked. Blue and rubbery, her flesh squeaked as she massaged her tender orbs.

Curiosity satisfied, she smiled and let her hands drop. She was but a new Drone, as yet undressed and unfit to serve Hive. Hive would give her orders and tell her what to do and she would obey. Whatever Hive desired of her she would accomplish with all of her strength and intellect.

A busty Drone stepped into her field of view, heels clacking on the floor in chunky platform boots. Her voluptuous breasts were suspended on top of a black corset cinched tightly around her white bodysuit. Her thick nipples were pierced with silver barbells, the rounded tips sparkling under the artificial light of the chamber. She might have assumed that this was another Drone, but the collar at her neck indicated that this was the Instructress, Fifteen.

After her time in the pod, their bodies were almost identical, sans the extra accoutrements the Instructress wore.

They were matching robotic Drones. This knowledge pleased Zoe very much.

She was disappointed, however, that she wasn't dressed in a shiny bodysuit. She very much wished to match the other Drone and take her place as a proper Hive slave.

The Instructress lifted her hand and gestured at Zoe to follow, turning to present her perfect ass. It winked at Zoe as her butt flexed, her bodysuit shifting delightfully as each lithe leg stepped forward.

Mesmerized by the motion, she almost didn't notice when her body began to follow, slipping along in her wake.

Was her unspoken command enough to solicit her obedience? Or was she being controlled by the new truths embedded in her brain by the screen? Either way, the result was the same. She padded across the floor, barely noticing the remaining droplets of fluid evaporating as she marched.

The outer door to the chamber hissed open, and Instructress led her across the corridor to a second door. This one opened as smoothly as the first, revealing a metallic chamber with a low ceiling. The interior was mostly filled with a large machine, split into two halves.

The outline of two feet was painted onto the floor on a raised platform, and with another gesture from the Instructress, she realized that she was meant to step up into the outlines.

Obeying the Instructress, she placed her feet on top of the outlines, shoulder width apart. She lifted her head and stared directly at a large eye painted onto the far side of the chamber. The center of the eye revolved, turning a bright blue, capturing her thoughts effortlessly.

She lifted her arms at an unconscious thought communicated to her by the machine, spreading her fingertips outwards. The machine hissed and two metallic forms descended from the ceiling, locking together around her body.

The edges of the form had left holes for feet, arms, and neck, covering her body entirely with its shiny finish. Tubes were attached to various parts of the form, at the tips of her breasts, at her hips, and up and down her arms and legs.

Her mind twisted as the large eye turned, barely noticing the hissing noise from the machine. Her body felt cold, then warm. Some sort of liquid was being inserted into the form.

Chest lurching, she wheezed as the machine pumped more liquid inside until the interior was completely filled. There came an intense heat and a hiss of steam from her shoulders, and the form unlatched, edges tilting as it was pulled back into the ceiling.

She blinked, realizing that the eye had stopped turning, releasing her mind. The Instructress was in front of her, motioning her to proceed forwards.

Obeying, she walked off the ramp to stand next to her Mistress. She knew intimately that as long as she was inside the facility the Instructress controlled, she would obey her implicitly.

She turned on her heel and watched the next Drone step into the machine. The forms descended and the Drone's eyes unfocused, staring at the far wall. Her body shuddered as the machine worked on her, eyes fluttering as she gasped.

When the forms unlatched and pulled away, they revealed a bright orange latex bodysuit. Her legs moved forward, showing off her perfect hips and thighs as they flexed under the stretchy material.

Curious about her own suit, and not currently under any orders, Zoe looked down and smiled brightly at the color of the material tightly gripping her skin. It was an emerald green, stretched perfectly over the spherical expanse of her breasts. Small dimples at the tips gave away her arousal at the process.

For she had been Processed, like all the other Drones would be, and it felt glorious. Everyone deserved to discover the joy of being a Drone.

She started as the orange Drone settled into a line next to her, and she looked up just in time to see the next Drone entering the machine. She smiled widely at the sight of Simone's altered figure being cupped by the metallic forms.

Her body had been adjusted just like Zoe's. Unique characteristics remained, but her body fat had been redistributed as needed, enhancing her breasts and hips. She had been changed and molded to more closely match Hive's requirements.

This made it easier for them to be Processed and assigned. Easier to be swapped out as needed. Interchangeable cogs in the vast empire of Hive.

The machine hissed, releasing the Drone. Simone stepped forward in a purple body suit.

Zoe wasn't certain what the colors meant, but she looked stunning in the sleek latex, her hips reflecting the light as she stepped forward from the platform.

Pleased with how the bodysuit clasped her friend's curves, she stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek as she approached. It felt like the natural thing to do.

Simone returned the kiss, lingering for a moment. They were more than friends now. They were Drones.

As Drones, however, she wasn't yet sure what she should be doing. She peeked at the Instructress and cleared her throat. "What is my role? How should I be serving Hive?"

Instructress gave them an inscrutable smile. "Your duties and numbers are being allocated. Do not concern yourself with such things. Hive has your measure, and you will be slotted in as Hive requires. You will serve exactly where Hive needs you most."

Zoe hugged her best friend and fellow Drone. It felt good that Hive was in control of their future. No more worrying about finding a job. No more concerns or fears. Hive would provide.

***

Susan hummed as she opened the oven with a gloved hand, enjoying the steam that was released by the cooking lasagna. The cheesy top had a perfect crust, and she was rather excited herself as she pulled out the glass pan and rested it on top of the oven, fetching a metal spatula.

A noise from the doorway attracted her attention, and she spotted Zach entering the kitchen, shuffling in his t-shirt and baggy pants. She smiled at the noticeable round bulge over his crotch, but didn't comment on its presence.

"Ah, you've surfaced! Are you ready for some dinner?"

Zach mumbled nonsensically, settling heavily into his chair, shuffling in close to the table to hide the bulge in his pants. He laid his hands on the table and stared deeply into the swirling blue globe that had taken pride of place in the center of the table.

A background hum filled the room, and the globe brightened. His jaw clenched and his eyes unfocused as it seized his mind. Breathing heavily, his body vibrated, but remained in place.

Susan blinked as well, her programming also being triggered by the globe. She turned and fetched plates from the cabinet, her body moving automatically.

The haze that had overtaken her mind left her feeling pleasant. Everything that was happening was right and proper. She felt pleased that her family was being brainwashed, and she would do anything necessary to help them reach their required state.

Like a robot, she set out the plates, forks, and knives, carefully setting the napkins so that she wouldn't interrupt Zach's view of the hypnotic globe.

The creak of the front door interrupted her motions, and she turned and smiled as she heard Jack coughing and grumbling.

"I hope dinner is ready!" he declared, the closet door opening and slamming as he put his jacket and briefcase away. "It's been a long day."

"They took us aside for special training today. Some sort of new compliance bullshit. It took hours, and I feel as though my head's been squeezed through an extruder."