Drone Metastasis Ch. 06

"Blue Orchid," she said breathlessly, pushing her chest forward so that he could get a better look.

The phrase caught in his mind, a skeleton key opening hidden doors. His back arched and he breathed out with excitement, staring at the gem, thoughts spinning in a circle.

He had been caught. He belonged to Her. He was a Drone.

The train of thought paused, then began again. He was a Drone. A Drone. He must service his Mistress. D-10.

He spotted the intricate collar clasped around her neck and knew that this was her role. She was a Director. He was just a simple guard. He would obey her

His Mistress grabbed his penis and pressed the head into her vagina, pressing her butt down on top of him to thrust it home. He gasped, shocked at the raw pleasure of the encounter, made more vibrant by the knowledge that he was fulfilling his duty as her fuck toy.

D-10 rolled her hips, ensuring that his length was buried as deep as it could go in her snatch. She gestured at G-One Oh Five and G-One Oh Six and they grabbed his arm pits, pulling him upright.

D-10 wrapped her legs around his waist, showing off her flexibility as she remained on his dick as he was lifted to his feet and pressed against the side of the bridge. She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him on the nose.

"It's impossible to tell the difference any more, isn't it? G-Fifty Seven - or Zach? Are they separable? Or are they one and the same? Does it really matter either way if this feels so good?"

He made a grunting noise, but didn't reply. "I know, you're too far gone to say anything intelligible right now. You've been broken back down to your most instinctive state. To... oh... serve and protect."

She grasped his shoulders and eased her feet down the back of his thighs, making sure to clench her pelvic muscles as she did so, enhancing his pleasure. Leaning in again, she pressed her latexed chest against his, whispering in his ear.

"None of you stood a chance from the start. We control everything here. Even this attempt at resistance is just a game for us to break down your will even further."

In the background, the carriages had been hooked up and brought into the castle, freeing up the bridge for the guards. They swarmed like bees, fetching fallen warriors and putting them on carts. They, too, would soon experience the same treatment as their compatriots.

Transformed. Made to serve Hive. It was inevitable.

"Providing hope, then snatching it away. That's the most effective way to harness a will."

His sister, Q-Three, directed the guards, organizing the carts. She was in control, a pure extension of Hive's will. How could he deny her dominance?

"You belong to Hive, don't you?"

His breath came in short bursts. He knew the truth now. "I... am a Drone. I belong to Hive, Mistress."

He was being Controlled by a Director. By D-10.

He was a Drone. Drones did not have names. They had numbers. He was G-Fifty Seven, a guard for Q-Three. He belonged to Hive, just like his friends. Just like his sister.

He moaned in orgasm, D-10 milking him to completion.

***

Jack arrived home in a rush, his mind working frantically. Even taking public transport had given him the jitters. He didn't know how far the aliens had managed to infiltrate the city, and the speculation was driving him crazy.

The worst part was, nobody believed him. He had tried contacting his boss, but had been laughed off. Told he was imagining things.

This wasn't just a moonshine dream. What he had seen was real, and he wasn't going to wait around to find out what would happen next. First, he would warn his family. Then, he would try to find someone higher up in the government who would believe him.

They must be warned! With the aliens in control of the water supply, nowhere in town would be safe. Unsuspecting citizens would drink whatever the aliens were doctoring the water with and then... what then? He couldn't possibly imagine.

Poison? It would be quite simple to destroy most of the town that way, but they didn't see like terrorists. Black ops troops, perhaps. Ultharians? No, they wouldn't risk an attack on the seat of the galactic empire after brokering a treaty. That would be madness. Factionalists, perhaps.

Whatever their cause, he wasn't going to wait around to find out. It was time to take action.

Unlocking the front door, he stomped into the kitchen. Susan was there, filling her mug with tea. She was about to take a sip, but he held out his hand. "Give it to me."

She raised an eyebrow, but handed it over. He proceeded to toss the contents down the drain. Setting the mug on the counter, he unplugged the kettle and poured what water remained into the sink.

"I assume you have a reason for this," said Susan, folding her hands.

"It's not safe. The water plant has been compromised." He set the kettle down with a hard clunk.

"I want you to gather up Zach and Zoe. Tell them we're preparing for an extended trip. I don't want to alarm them too much. Just get them out of here. Go to your mother's. With any luck, I'll get this sorted out and you can come back home in a few weeks."

"Jack?" asked Susan with worried eyes, moving in to gently grasp his arm. "What's really going on?"

He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples. "I don't know enough to figure it out. I only have a few pieces of the puzzle."

Her fingers tightened their grip. "Jack, I'm afraid."

Jack ran his fingers down her back, giving her a hug. "Don't worry, we'll get through this."

"No, you don't understand," she said, her grip strength increasing. "I'm afraid you might escape before you've had a chance to absorb your conditioning."

She turned him around, forcing him to face the globe on the kitchen table, which flashed blue. The world spun around him, shadows in blue. Everything was spinning.

"Welcome to Hive, Drone," said the globe, pulsing. The edges of his vision whited out, his visual field dominated by the swirling blue mass.

***

Zoe whistled as she returned home, comfortable in her new body. She could feel the bright thoughts of the Drones escorting her, reveling in the cozy warmth of their mental embrace.

Her new existence in the Gestalt was far beyond what she had expected. Not only could she feel what other Drones were thinking, but if she desired, she could dip into their minds to understand why they were thinking that way.

This made it easy to gain a quick consensus for planning next steps. In her new role as Queen, she would be in charge of a large area of this planet. She would need to gather supporters and bring much of the populace under her thrall as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, there were many plans already in motion that would help her to do just that. The personal assistant globes were brainwashing families into submission. The news broadcasts were convincing everyone that being converted into Drone skin was fashionable. The last gambit was the takeover of the town's water plant, which would allow Hive to add a subtle sedative to everyone's drinks.

Before they knew it, all of them would be serving Hive, in one way or another. It was inevitable.

First, however, she needed to ensure that her family was under control. It wouldn't do for one of them to escape Hive's grasp as she was assuming a greater role in Drone hierarchy. That would make her look weak.

She rang the doorbell and waited patiently, tapping her booted toes against the concrete porch. It was hard to wait, filled with the fire of Hive. The urgent need to convert others was all consuming, such that she could barely restrain herself.

She arched an eyebrow and looked at the others who had come with her. Two guards escorted her, shocksticks gripped in their hands to intercept anyone trying to escape.

Her friend, Simone, had opted to wear a fake white fur overcoat, cinched tight around her bodysuit. When she changed position, Zoe could see glimpses of the taut purple latex of her bodysuit flexing over her belly. It lent her an air of mystery, but didn't disguise her blue skin or the gem that had been embedded in her chest.

Zoe knew that if she opened her mouth, she would be able to see the ball Installed in the back of her throat. Just like her. Both of them had been Installed into the same Gestalt, giving them unprecedented access to other Hive Drones.

She was still getting used to calling Simone by her new designation, D-Ten. It was hard to overcome the inertia of a lifetime, but it was necessary. Drones didn't have names, they had numbers. She had a number, too. Q-Three.

The number wrapped around the core of blue that had taken its place as her central being. Her reason for existing. She still thought of herself as Zoe, but she suspected that might change as she further embraced her Drone self.

It hadn't quite settled in that she was a Queen. It was unsettling, but this new truth had been burned into her brain along with an undying loyalty to Hive. She would get over it. Hive would help her.

Simone unfurled a whip in her hands, caressing its leather surface.

Zoe frowned. "Put that away. We're not going to whip my family."

D-Ten shrugged, curling up the whip and tucking it away under her coat. "As you wish, my Queen."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "I can feel your desire to chase. To capture. That won't be needed here, but I will find an appropriate mission for you soon. There will be plenty of resistance that will need to be stamped out."

At this, D-Ten's mouth drew wide in a cruel grin. "I do hope they try to run, my Queen. We will track them down and make sure they submit."

She was being overzealous, but Zoe could hardly blame her. The same impulses drove her, but she had mastery over them. She needed to remain in control. That was her role.

Nobody had answered the door, and she felt like she had waited long enough. "D-Ten. Handle this."

"With pleasure," she replied, reaching out to grip the handle and crack the door open.

Zoe made a surprised noise, while Simone barked a laugh. "I might be aggressive, but I'm a firm believer in doing the simplest thing that could possibly work."

Amused, Zoe moved over the threshold, looking around carefully to make sure nobody was lying in wait. She didn't really expect it, but didn't wish to be caught unawares.

Faint moans came from the kitchen. She gave a cursory glance up the stairs, but saw nothing, so she moved towards the sounds of pleasure.

Susan was riding Jack's dick on the kitchen table, leaning over him with her breasts exposed. Jack stared at them, watching as she fondled them with abandonment. As she rocked forward and back, the globe on the table pulsed in time with her moans.

Zach was there, too, but he sat silent in his VR suit, staring deep into the globe. It was impossible to tell whether he was playing in the virtual world, but he appeared comatose. Every so often, he would make a small shiver, the only sign of life.

Simone stepped up to the table, examining Jack. "There is no resistance remaining, my Queen. Unit I-Forty Four has neutralized him."

Susan continued to fuck her husband, a cute smile pasted to her face. "This Drone is in control, Mistress. Give me an order."

Zoe walked up to her father, diverting her eyes from the raunchy display. Sex was a natural part of being a Drone. However, she did not find any joy in watching her parents partake.

She peered down at Jack, smiling at him. He was another Drone, like her, but he would never have the responsibilities she had now acquired. Instead, he would be happy with his assigned task, as all Drones were.

"Who are you?" she asked Jack. "Who do you serve?"

"I am a Drone," he wheezed heavily, muscles straining, a flush on his cheeks. "Designation M-Fifty Six. I serve Hive."

His eyes focused on her and widened. "I serve you. My Queen."

His body shuddered and his eyes rolled up in his head. Moaning in orgasm, he looked back at his wife. "Don't stop," he begged.

Zoe smiled at him gently. "Do as he requests," she ordered her mother. "Make sure he is sufficiently pacified, then take him to be Tanked and Installed."

"Yes, my Queen. I obey." Her breasts wobbled as she shifted into high gear, hips wiggling as she worked him over.

"What have we here?" asked Simone, scooting around the table to stand behind Zach.

Grasping the back of his chair, she pulled him away from the table, wincing at the sound the legs made against the floor. Zach didn't react, staring at the pulsing globe with his hands folded over his chest.

From her vantage point, Zoe immediately saw why. A robotic sphere had swallowed his crotch, jumping up and down as it sucked on his penis. His lips wavered and he groaned softly with satisfaction.

The robot chirped, a lurid, red eye on its top looking up at her. It flexed the legs it had wrapped around his hips. The Enforcer had him in its grip, and he would be unable to disobey the pleasure it was flooding his brain with.

She patted the surface of the machine, pleased with the slick, metallic feel of its surface. Whatever Zach was seeing inside his VR world would be more than sufficient to keep him under control.

"I am satisfied," she declared. "They are subdued." She turned to Simone. "Take G-Fifty Seven with you. He is doubtless ready to be Installed. I will join you later - there is one more task I must perform here."

She turned, dismissing them to their duties. She knew they would obey her implicitly, for they were Drones. She did not need to supervise.

A command was unfolding in her mind. One last piece of unfinished business.

Walking to the front entrance, she turned right and climbed the stairs. She was eager to retrieve what had been left for her in the box Hive had sent with her the other day.

Even so, she took measured steps. This was inevitable. No need to rush.

With each footfall, her anticipation increased. She reached out through the Gestalt, feeling the other Drones gathering up her hypnotized family.

They would undertake the same journey she had, harnessed and Installed as Hive Drones. Assigned a role, becoming a part of her realm. She would be responsible for all of them. A frightening prospect. She hoped she would be a good Queen.

As she reached the top of the stairs, her anxiety peaked, then disappeared. Her worries were nonsense. Hive was there to support her. She would not fail.

With confident strides, she entered her bedroom and searched for the box in her closet, pulling it out and setting it on her bed.

It felt like it had been a long time since she had first put on her Drone uniform. Almost so long that she had forgotten what else remained in the box.

She was ready for it now. Ready to accept the responsibility.

Reaching inside, her fingers closed around a circle of metal. It was an intricate gift Hive had given her to welcome her into her new role. Once she had wrapped it around her neck, it would mark her as a Drone, and as a Queen.

Without thinking, she pressed the cold metal against her neck and locked it shut, rejoicing in the cool feel of its tight embrace.

She was owned by Hive, adjusted and improved to take her place among the other Drones. Made whole.

Looking up, she smiled in the mirror, watching sparkling purple eyes. They looked like small gems adrift in a sea of dark blue skin. Her red lips and white teeth only served to highlight the other changes Hive had made to her.

The aquamarine gem on her chest. The globe in her mouth. The collar which proclaimed her number. Q-Three. A Queen of Hive.

She opened her jaw wide to admire the blue globe Installed inside. It flashed at her, snaring her mind in the endless murmur of the Gestalt.

One Drone, of many.