Story: Corporate Love

Tags

Mind Control, MF, FD, FT, GR, SF, Dronification/Dollification, Objectification, Rubber, Vacbeds, Corporations

Synopsis

Tina finds drone love in the storage rack of Hive One. The pull of the machine is thicker than blood, stronger than lust, for it takes surprisingly little to convince her to betray her family into its clutches.

Author’s Notes

This story ties into the ‘Nine to Hive’ universe, taking place slightly before the events of ‘Tick Tock.’ There is no need to read the other stories in this series before reading this one, though if you would like to read ‘Tick Tock,’ it is available on Amazon under the author name ‘Caroline Waters:’

Tick Tock - Kindle edition by Waters, Caroline. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Chapter One

It was a curious sensation, having one’s mind suspended, but Tina was used to it.

It had happened often over the last few months, as her mind was molded into the object required by Bright Times Incorporated.

In fact, it had been so long, that she didn’t even really remember how she had gotten here. Yes, she recalled the splashy advertisements, the lurid displays of happy people using visors during their daily activities, and yearned for one of her own.

There was the excitement that filled her body when the box had arrived at her apartment, but then, nothing. The machine had taken control of her, reducing her mind to a buzzing screen filled with singing, dancing, and other silly antics that people liked to post online.

She was storage. A rubber coated storage drone.

That was all she aspired to be. It was just too addictive.

She squealed as a rounded bulb buzzed against her clit, causing her body to rock within her rubber tomb. It was difficult to see anything with the gas mask pressed tight against her face, the dark server room lit by whirling lines of blue and violet lights. Like a nightclub.

If she was dancing right now, however, it was a solo affair, something she very much wished wasn’t true. Yes, there was plenty of pleasure to be had as the machine worked at her pussy, buzzing with ever greater frequency, but there was something missing, a hole that only a fat, thick dick could fill.

Her breath came out in a shudder, hissing through the breathing hose. She flexed her arms, sliding them through the tight, rubber sheeting that held her to the frame.

She was suspended horizontally, looking up at the ceiling, but this was only a temporary state of affairs. If this followed the same course as before, she would soon be rotated, encountering another drone being worked over by the machine.

She wiggled with excitement, knowing that the male drone she had seen earlier had been mounted into the same rack as her. He was nicely proportioned, his adonis belt clearly visible, even underneath the layers of blue rubber that coated his body.

She still remembered the sly grin and wink he had given her before she had been installed, the husky whisper in her ears. My name’s Joey. I want to be your copy.

The two of them were going to couple, their mating controlled by the inexorable programming of the machine. As her data fed into him through their implants, their pleasure would rise, bringing them both to the edge.

An earth shattering orgasm was inevitable - the only question was how long the machine would work to hold them back while it checksummed the data.

First, though, she had to sit through the introductory spiel. Her vision fuzzed as a cable attached to the back of her head, the probe slotting into the socket of her implant. Connection.

A bright smile of a male greeted her, followed by an insipid jingle. “Welcome to Bright Times Incorporated!” he declared in a cheerful voice..

A logo floated above, formed out of two hands enfolding a crystal tower. Below, there was the company logo. Experience the future!

The male’s face glitched, eyes sparkling a plastic blue. “Congratulations, Drone Hive One Storage Drone Sixty Nine!” he said in an unctuous voice. “You’ve sorted and stored one million videos, a new personal best!”

Sparkling fireworks appeared around his figure, starbursts overloading her vision. “You will share your reward with drone Seventy Five! We need a full copy this time, so don’t hold back!”

He leaned over, light sparkling off his perfect teeth. “Expect some extra stimulation this time. Be careful not to lose yourself in the ecstasy!”

The shady salesman vanished, and Tina rolled her eyes. The warning was unnecessary. She had been trained to withstand the machine’s most pleasurable methods. She would not fail her assignment.

A whine came from somewhere outside the machine, and her body began to tilt, being turned vertical. She sucked on the rubber dildo planted in her mouth, breathing through the built-in tubing as she spotted a sea of more racks lining the walls of the dark room.

The machine needed plenty of drones to keep the system running. Cold storage, copies, on demand data retrieval, they handled it all, and they had to keep growing. As long as people keep creating more videos, there must be a place to store them.

As it turned out, wetware was the best way to keep videos alive. She loved being a part of the process, but she had to admit that she wasn’t certain whether that idea had been implanted into her by the machine.

The frame kept turning, the whine fading as she faced downwards. Below her was another rack, blue rubber, the muscled form of a male drone straining against the rippling material. His dick was upright, fully turgid, pointed straight at her torso.

She pressed her lips around her gag, gasping as the frame jerked, inching her downwards. Closer, inevitably closer, bringing them together with tantalizing slowness.

She had time to examine the curves of his gas mask, the tinted lenses sparkling as his faceless gaze looked back at her. He curled one hand into a fist, giving her a thumbs up through the tight rubber.

They slid closer, the vibrator making a parting buzz as it retracted. She felt its loss, her hole wet with arousal as the tip of the male’s dick teased at her inner lips.

She flowered open around his head, the male straining against the sheath, wobbling back and forth with the strength of his maleness. The last few seconds were maddening, the desire to be filled driving her insane.

The rubber over her lips gaped open, the thick head of his cock driving inside. She squealed, lifted her head as her eyes rolled, the two of them shifting together until she was filled.

She jerked as the vibrator returned, pulsing against her clit. The frame began to move, thrusting them together in preprogrammed motions.

The last time she had experienced this, the machine had elected to mate them quickly, passionately, but this time it was moving with agonizing slowness. The circular rings embedded in her pussy clacked against the connector pins scattered over the male’s dick, data beginning to flow.

Images floated through her mind. People dancing on planes, in parks, in offices, singing popular songs. There was a person physically acting out various animal movements, another trying to balance toothpicks on the head of a soda bottle.

Serious videos, silly videos, anything a human could imagine, being downloaded through her pussy, directly into the man’s dick. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, far better than last time!

Her pussy shuddered as the scenes drained out of her, each one being examined and checked over for errors before being fed through the connection. Her hips trembled as each drop of data was copied through the rings, her tunnel tingling as the bytes dribbled into the male’s cock.

She so badly wanted to speed up this process, but there was nothing she could do. The machine was double checking each copy, reading back the data into her secondary node to confirm the file hashes against the master database.

She could feel the warmth at the small of her back where the secondary connection hooked into her spine. In theory, it would be faster to feed this new drone directly from the primary sources, but it would be inefficient, given the need to locate all of the individual files from disparate data sources.

The male drone hissed as she was lowered back down, heat squeezing between them. The data flowed, and she was pulled back up, her muscles twitching.

She grinned under the mask, knowing full well that she could bring this process to a premature orgasm, if she so wished. All she had to do was bear down on the male’s dick with her pelvic floor, milking him like a cow’s udder. No man she had yet encountered was able to hold back when she gave him her full effort.

There would be consequences for doing so, however, so she held back. This would be the final treat for both of them, once they reached the end of the data transfer. If only it wasn’t going so slowly!

Her hips tilted as the next video tingled through her loins. Another scene flashed through her mind. This time, it was someone gluing a plastic pocket to the knees of their denim jeans so that they could insert different photos of ripped threads. Utterly banal and rather pointless, but it drove engagement.

That was all that mattered, really. If people wanted to see it, they needed to store it. That was the ethos of the modern Internet. This was what drones like her were for.

Ecstatic at being used, she strained against the tight rubber, enjoying the way it cupped her body. The pulsing suction was a constant hum, squeezing tightly at her ass and nipples.

She studied the thick creases on the male drone’s body, knowing that she looked just as helpless, just as sexy. Her eyes lingered on his chest, wishing she could grope him.

There was no need to touch. The machine was in control. She was being controlled. This was so erotic!

Wired, her body vibrated as the male drone’s penis rattled against the rings embedded in her vagina once more, the machine bringing them fully together. The hoses of their masks brushed against each other, the vibration of their shuddering breaths buzzing in her ears.

With their bodies mashed against each other, she felt as though she was melting into a warm goo, her flesh distending under the creaking rubber. Her eyes rolled as the pleasure peaked, muscles trembling as she squeezed around the base of the male’s dick.

He shuddered, the sparks caused by the next video upload almost more than he could bear. A disturbing, blended twin tone sounded in her ears, the machine pulling them apart at a rapid rate. Damn. It had detected how close she was to orgasm, and was enforcing a rapid separation.

A burst of violet letters flashed in her field of view, demanding her attention. NAUGHTY DRONE. PUNISHMENT COMMENCES.

A hot tingle of electricity assaulted her nipples, and she squealed. For a moment, it was rather pleasurable, but as it dialed in, the voltage became painful. Twin, red hot pokers stabbed into her chest, frying her brain.

She couldn’t think beyond the immediacy of the pain, struggling against the constricting rubber. She would do anything to make it stop!

It didn’t. Instead, the painful buzzing spread, running down her sides, following the traces embedded in her skin.

Her jaw dropped, limbs spasming as the pain built to an unbearable roar. All thoughts fled, her mind focusing on one thing - she was a naughty drone.

Naughty. Naughty. The word rattled in her mind, unbound from reality.

She giggled and gasped, shaking her head in desperation. No, she didn’t want to be naughty, didn’t want to be disobedient. “I obey,” she hissed into the mask, squealing in perfect agony.

The pain continued, just a second longer than she thought she could stand. When it finally cut out, her mind went blank. She didn’t know where she was, didn’t know who she was. She was a blank slate, a puppet waiting for her next command.

All she could hear for the next few moments was her breath rattling in her lungs, vision sparkling. The masked drone below her appeared to be in the same state, though she had no clue why he would be punished. This was all her fault. She should have known better than to taunt fate!

Her pulsing heart slowly calmed, the bitter taste of regret gnawing at her mind. Had it been worth it?

A slow grin grew as she stared down at her partner’s faceless mask. Yes, yes it was.

She would do it again in a heartbeat. She might be an obedient drone, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t room to stretch a few rules in the pursuit of personal pleasure.

Besides, the punishment was over now, and she knew the machine wanted to finish the copy. Given the number of videos left that were marshaling in her brain, it wouldn’t be long before she would have her prize.

She took in a deep breath, waiting with anticipation as she studied the bound drone below. The latex stretched in a tight sheet over his chest, his nipples clearly visible. In places, it was almost transparent, giving tantalizing glimpses of the muscled creases in his neck. Yum!

What she wanted most, though, was down below. She allowed her eyes to slide down, lingering on his chest, savoring the increasing pressure in her loins. The shadow of his erect length played over his mons, dipping and swaying as his muscles flexed.

She couldn't help herself. She needed the full view.

Grunting, she tried to slide her body further upwards in the frame, with little success. Fortunately, it was just enough to increase the angle of what she could see through the rounded lenses. Her breath hissed in her ears as she took in the bulbous head of his cock, the thick shaft supporting it below.

Veins ran up the length, thin data rings wrapped around the sides. A thicker one was right at the base, squeezing at his appendage, ensuring he was rock hard for the session to come. Right below that was the swell of his scrotum, twin bulges swollen with pressurized semen.

She jiggled in the rubber, savoring the familiar creaks. It would be over soon, right? The machine didn't want to lose his erection, otherwise they'd have to start all over again!

She made an enraged noise as the machine refused to budge. A soft chuckle wafted up from below. He found this amusing, and he was the one in greater danger of losing his sexual satisfaction. Did he not see how close to the precipice both of them were?

Making a purring growl, she forced her hands to turn over in the rubber sheeting, flexing her fingers to show the drone her claws. In response, he chuckled again, a masculine rumble that set her heart fluttering.

She scowled at how her body reacted, but she couldn't help herself. She really wanted this drone to explode inside her.

He was fit, smoking hot, and had a thick dick that fit her tunnel like a glove. What else did she know about him? He was a drone, like her. She didn't need to think.

She blinked. That's right. She didn't need to think. She was a drone.

The violet text that had appeared in her vision vanished before she could remember what it said. The words had been internalized in an instant, triggering a reflexive response.

Her curiosity about the situation was terminated as the rubber sheeting jolted, her body sliding downwards towards the other drone. It was almost as though the machine knew what she was thinking, and was manipulating her towards an intended outcome.

That was a crazy thing to think, wasn't it? She was a storage drone, not a highly intelligent heir to a multinational equipment manufacturer!

She gasped as her memories unfolded inside her mind, flashes of the past puncturing her with photorealistic jabs.

There she was, acting demure as she graciously received her valedictorian reward during her high school graduation. The chafing restriction at having to enter the college her father had prescribed for her. The friendships she had nurtured while there, the relationships (flings) she had enjoyed. The ineffable feeling of being alone.

Her jaw worked as the male drone's dick entered her. The images were still coming, a suave male chatting her up at a bar, illicit trips and trysts.

His name was Joey, he had marble blue eyes and curly brown hair, a small mole on his cheek. He was cute, and he was hers. 

She gulped as her body pressed into the male drone, the data links sparking in her pussy. She knew this man's body, had worshiped and fucked him night after night, and now here she was.

Her concerns floated away as her thoughts were redirected down a better path. She enjoyed fucking this man, wanted to touch every crook and crevice of his body.

This would have to suffice for now. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling her branching thoughts being trimmed off as they were sucked into the cabling attached to her brain.

It was so much easier being a drone. She didn't have to satisfy her family or worry about their business. She could seek this shallow pleasure, multiple times a day. She loved being a drone.

Her body rattled against the male, the machine pumping them together with purpose. This was it! Her final climax was rising, bringing her up to the peak!

Her breathing came in shuddering gasps as she gave herself to the pleasure, embracing the joy of being owned.

Text appeared in her mind, giving her the pace. The peaks of her pleasure matched the pulse of the data links, the strands waving as the final copies were made and verified.

In just a few moments. Soon. Now!

Her bound form tilted, the male's dick bottoming out in her pussy. The data links buzzed, clenching around his length as his cock strained, a masculine moan caressing her ears.

Letting go of her worries, she let the text guide her to orgasm, praising the machine as the male drone's dick surged inside her, spraying her tunnel with thick cum.

There was no protection, just pleasure, her pussy gulping his juices as he twitched and jerked. Impregnation felt fantastic!

The faint worry of the possible consequence of this sexual congress was washed away by the rapture of obedience, her mind letting go as her body tingled with the warmth of submission.

She was a drone. She obeyed Bright Times. She was being bred for Bright Times. Bright Times gave her pleasure. She was a slave. A corporate slave. Praise the machine!

Chapter Two

Tina sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. The cleanup had been rather pedestrian, and now she had a few moments to herself before she would need to rejoin the rack of storage drones in their next task.

What would it be? Would her body be hooked back into a machine and used, or would she be forced to do more training?

Either way, it was certain to be pleasurable. A smile graced her lips, a slice of red within an expanse of gray rubber.

The symbol on her bare forehead glowed, declaring her number. Sixty Nine. The curves were large, and round, the lines glowing with the pulse of her heart.

Streaks of black ran below her eyes, over her cheeks. Machine readable barcodes. Along with her shiny, bald head, this marked her as property of the machine.

Her eyes blinked as she caressed her bare breasts, letting out a low groan as pleasure tickled her chest. Being a drone felt so good! She had always wanted to be a storage drone, to be a slutty obedient whore!

Her mouth hung open as she stared into the mirror, the last thought fading as another perspective lurched into her brain. The fanaticism in her dull eyes faded, worry taking its place. Was this really her?

Sure, letting herself fall into the mindless bliss of drone pleasure was fun, but it was really just another form of running away. Her family was still out there, and she was sure they wanted her back, but she just couldn't take being smothered by them.

As a result, she had done things she knew were wrong - running with the wrong crowd, sex, and drugs. When she had met Joey, it was simply a logical extension to say yes when he had asked her to come away with him.

She had not expected that both of them would be captured and turned into drones, but she found it hard to be worried about her future. This was the ultimate way to stick a thumb in the eye of her father. Here, he couldn't touch her, couldn't make her do anything!

Her thick lips parted as she placed a hand over her pussy, pressing a forefinger against her clit. She was free to rub one out here, to be lewd as she liked. The machine didn't care. The machine liked it when she disavowed her family.

She stroked her clit as she massaged a breast, sliding her fingers down to the tip and tweaking a nipple. It was so hot to play with her gray flesh. She had been a full drone for several months, and the synthetic neural net in her rubber coating was fully operational. This kind of stimulation was twice as effective as it had been with her base level body, bringing her arousal to a high buzz within a matter of moments.

She tilted her head back and moaned, feeling the cold hardness of the metallic implant installed into the back of her skull. Although she had pierced her tongue in college, this was a level of physical alteration she still wasn’t comfortable with.

She did have to admit that it was freaking hot. She ran her tongue ring over the top of her mouth, hissing as she spotted the two blue rings glowing in her eyes. Another visible sign of the permanent implants installed by the machine!

The pleasure rose, small coos escaping her lips. She stopped stroking her clit, swiping at it with her thumb as her hips twitched against the table. She was a slave of the machine, its slutty little fuck drone!

Her eyes rolled as her arousal spiked, pussy clenching as the orgasm took hold. Her butt squeezed into the bench as she bucked, a long sigh escaping her lips. She hung her head, enjoying the wash of pleasure that took hold of her mind.

For several minutes, she could think of nothing other than how pleased she was to obey the machine, limbs dangling. She did have a rather submissive personality, and the machine knew every button to push to bring her to heel.

She sighed as her desire fled, satiated. Giving herself a hard look, reality stared her in the face. Her body had been altered beyond recognition, into this gray thing, and she didn’t even care!

She also knew that some of the thoughts she had experienced leading up to the orgasm weren't hers. The machine demanded her loyalty, and she was helpless before its might.

For the first month after her capture, she had plotted an escape attempt with Joey, but that had ultimately been thwarted when they had been unable to restrain their libidos. The man was just too hot to be real!

She shook her head in disgust. That was exactly what the machine had wanted from them. It had amped up their horniness, encouraging their relationship because it knew that they would fall into its grip together.

Since then, she had descended further, becoming lost. Whenever she brought up escape plans, both of them were struck with desire for each other, the machine controlling their minds with pleasure.

Now, she rarely thought about leaving. She didn't think she could, given the current state of her body. She could imagine the looks of disgust she would receive stepping into a police station. Nobody would believe that what had been done to her wasn't some form of self mutilation. It was like something out of a science fiction novel!

This wasn't fantasy, though. Drones existed, and she was one of them. She would obey.

Shaking off the intrusive thought, she stood, her body obeying the violet text that had appeared in a glowing box. Her body turned, stalking towards the door, which swished open as it detected her presence.

When she blinked, the glowing box did not disappear. It was being projected directly into her brain, notifying her of what she would be doing next.

She didn’t even think of disobeying it. She had been trained to execute the commands without question. At this point, low level directions didn’t even require conscious thought.

She swerved to the left, joining the main hallway that led back to the rack. For a few brief moments, she hoped that the machine would move her into the room and plug her in again, but she proceeded past the door without stopping.

Revisiting her instructions, she cursed internally. She didn't want to do more exercising, even if it was good for her body!

The machine didn't care what she wanted, however, steering her around the center core until she stopped at a bank of elevators. Another drone was already waiting there, and her heart leaped when she noticed who it was.

“Joey!” she squeaked, suddenly feeling shy.

She folded her hands over her breasts, shifting her stance so that her hairy privates weren't as visible. Her male lover turned towards her, his flabby dick exposed. He didn't seem to care about modesty as much as her, which was a little strange. He had only been a drone as long as she had, why was he so used to being nude?

She instantly dismissed the thought. He had probably spent a lot of time on nude beaches. He certainly had the complexion and the body needed to draw a lot of attention!

The old inferiority complex raised its head. With the chiseled body he possessed, why had he chosen her?

She didn't have the face or the body of an attractive woman. She was as plain as plain could be.

That was all behind her now, though. She was a drone. She gave him a thousand watt smile, confident in her new body.

He returned her smile with a frown, folding his hands as his eyes glowed an artificial blue. “You’re in trouble, little birdie.”

She arched her shoulders, choosing to ignore the diminutive. “What kind of trouble are you talking about?” she asked, feeling out of sorts. “I rather thought we both had a good time in the rack.”

Ha nodded solemnly. “That's right, you did. The machine never forgets, you know. Your punishment is only beginning.”

The elevator dinged, the car doors sliding open. He stepped onto the lift, turning around to wait for her. She slid up next to him, mincing her steps to avoid revealing her nipples as she turned around.

He glanced down at her hand bras as the doors slid shut. “I don't understand this affectation,” he rumbled. “The other drones don't care, and you've seen everything I have to offer on multiple occasions.”

Her face blushed as she wiggled her hands against her breasts. “It's hard to break habits you've had a lifetime to get used to,” she retorted.

The door chimed twice as the elevator came to a halt. Joey offered a hand, but she growled at him. She wanted to take it, but that would require her to expose a nipple, which would invalidate the entire point of hiding her breasts in the first place!

Joey was her rock in this place, though. Without him, she would have gone mad after being sent through drone conversion. He had been with her every step of the way, comforting her even when his body was changed just as much as hers!

She couldn't imagine why he was able to take all this in stride. He seemed to be adjusting to the strange rhythms of Hive faster than she was, which was really annoying.

Still, he was always there to help her whenever she got confused. She seemed to be confused a lot lately.

That being the case, she owed him more than she wanted to admit. There was no need to be churlish. She should suck it up, even if it was embarrassing to show her body to drones she didn't know.

Making an annoyed grunt, she succumbed, grabbing his hand. He responded with a light chuckle, leading her out of the elevator, hand in hand.

“Just because I forgive you, that doesn't mean the machine will,” Joey warned. “You shouldn't assume that this will be like our usual scheduled exercises.”

“Oh boy,” she said under her breath, already becoming self conscious as they neared the exercise facilities.

Drones from other roles were already showing up, dressed in various colored catsuits. Reds, oranges, and yellows blended together in a glossy melange, small groups gathering together as they entered the changing rooms.

Hive society tended to be rather stratified, though while exercising, those boundaries were temporarily erased. Everyone needed to be in top shape to continue serving Hive to the best of their abilities.

Already naked, they crossed directly into the main room, entering the starting path, which was made of soft rubber. The landscape around them was fake, carefully curated to look like an outdoor park.

The ceiling was high above, the exercise chamber comprising two floors, with a pool and fake beach off in the far corner. She rather hoped that the machine would send them there to play with the wave machine and water slides, but that sounded like too much of a reward.

A drone couple frolicked over a nearby hill, embracing each other as they descended to the ground, their mouths locked together in a kiss. Tina clenched Joey's hand, desire rising within her chest.

He squeezed back. “You know, we might be assigned that kind of exercise if you would simply obey,” he admonished.

“I know, I know, it’s another bad habit I’m trying to break.”

“You seem to have a lot of bad habits,” he observed, giving her a wry look.

“Blame my parents for that,” she said bitterly. “The only way to get their attention was to act out. I don’t know any better.”

He patted her shoulder with his free hand. “You don’t have to be like that any more. You’re a Hive drone. As long as you obey the machine, everything will be fine.”

That's what she was afraid of. It was getting far too easy to let the machine think for her. Just the other day, she had caught herself following its commands without thinking, her body moving on autopilot. It had been scary when she noticed it, but since then, there had been several situations where it had just seemed like the natural thing to do.

It didn't help that Joey was encouraging obedience. In fact, she couldn't recall a time when he hadn't.

This odd thought stuck in her brain. She tucked it away, hoping to revisit it later, but as they strolled along the pathway, it vanished. She smiled, admiring the fake plants. A lot of work had gone into making this place seem cheerful, probably because drones had few opportunities to go outside.

There were a whole raft of reasons why this might be the case. Outsiders wouldn't understand their need to wear dronesuits. If they got too far away from Hive's infrastructure, the machine would have problems delivering new orders.

Get away. This idea floated around her brain before it vanished, just like the other interesting thoughts she had been having recently. She felt the weight of the implants on the back of her skull, smiling as she rubbed a finger around the edge of a connection port. Being plugged in was ecstasy, but that's not what they were here for. 

They crested a small hill, the pathway curling around a playground area. There were bars for doing pull-ups, exercise bicycles, and weight machines. The pathway ran around a hillock in the distance, behind which she could see the rounded plastic shapes of water slides.

Happy cries reached her ears, but the glowing text in her command box directed her towards the playground. Damn.

They stopped near one of the bars, her text updating. She had been assigned to this row of rowing machines. Her feet automatically moved, spinning her towards a blue mat.

Many of the machines were already occupied, nude bodies flexing as they pulled back on the handles, their asses bulging against the seats as they slid backwards. She admired their form and their muscles, but she didn't have time to relax. She was here to work.

Taking a seat, she shoved her feet into the provided boots. The machine detected her presence, automatically tightening the laces to hold her down.

Squeezing her ass into the cushion, she leaned forward, grunting as her pussy rocked against a device she had affectionately nicknamed the ‘buzz box.’ It vibrated for a brief interval, just to let her know it was there, before going silent.

It was a mechanism meant for dragging maximum effort out of an exercising drone, reducing them to quivering wrecks if they pleased the machine. Indeed, some of the other drones were resting with their heads between their knees, cries of carnal joy filling the adult playground.

The stimulation device worked differently for male drones, but she didn’t want to watch. It was too much like being a voyeur, and she had eyes for only one drone.

The box buzzed in warning, administering a sharp tingle of pain. She reached out to grab the handle in front of her, following the glowing commands beamed into her head by the machine. Straightening her back, she pushed off with her feet, pulling in with her arms at the last second. The resistance belt hummed as it converted her horizontal momentum into a spinning fan, the whirring sound caressing her ears.

She knew that it wouldn't take long to get herself into the rhythm, and if the machine was feeling benevolent, it might even decide to tease her pussy with a dildo!

So far, however, the box remained silent, and when she slowed, a faint electric buzz encouraged her to speed back up. Annoying!

Getting back into the rhythm, she moderated her breathing, looking around to see if she could spot Joey. Ah, he was at the pull up bars.

The chiseled drone had wrapped his hands around a bar close to her, pulling himself up with his bulging biceps. His rubbery chest flexed, his drone coating creasing with each movement. Yum.

She found herself synchronizing her rowing to his movements, enjoying the light buzz that tingled against her clit every time she leaned back.

Her arousal was growing, the heat of desire curling in her chest. She licked her lips, knowing what was hiding just below the drone's hairy bush.

She wouldn't look, she wouldn't… ah!

It was too late. His thick cock bulged between his thighs, glistening with a black rubber coating. Behind the shaft, his fat balls hung, bouncing every time he hit the apex.

She could imagine those balls smacking against her privates, his erect cock plumbing her depths as she writhed in pleasure. She bit her lip, barely able to contain herself

The machine must have sensed this, as there came no further stimulation. Damn.

There was no punishment, but it didn't matter. She couldn't reach orgasm just from her imagination. She wanted to touch herself, stroke her inner lips and flick her clit until she exploded, but for now, she would have to settle for watching his dick jiggle.

Ah, it was so virile and masculine! What would it feel like to place her lips around his length, to run her tongue over the straining tip? 

She was down bad, sweating heavily. The machine held her there, her body swaying forward and back, desire tingling. But nothing happened!

It was maddening! Usually, the machine would bring her up to the edge, keep her there until she squealed, then toss her off the cliff. Right now, it wasn't even trying. Was this the punishment Joey was talking about? Damn!

Another five minutes, and she was pretty strung out. This was already longer than the machine usually had her row. Was it going to tire her out until she was a sodden mess?

No - the text box had already been updated with a new set of instructions. Letting out a shuddering breath, she let go of the handle and slid forward, wiping the sweat off her forehead. The boots released her feet, and she stood, her thighs burning. What a workout!

It wasn't over yet, though. The machine was directing her through the jungle of weight equipment, drones pumping iron to the lash of an invisible master.

They were improving their bodies for Hive, an admirable goal. It was healthy, too, something she should really have been doing before becoming a Hive drone.

Her legs carried her to the top of a small rise, heat between her legs. Joey appeared next to her, matching her pace without complaint. “I see you've made it through the first trial without melting down,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

She glanced at his dick, clamping her lips together in embarrassment as she tilted her head up. A stretch of sand was built into a large box on the floor, happy drones jumping to hit the ball over the net.

“Quite well, thank you,” she said primly, flexing her hands at her sides, trying to suppress the sudden lick of arousal that attacked her loins.

She wouldn't allow the machine to succeed that easily! Joey’s presence wasn't helping her to keep her word, however, his sweaty body near enough that she could study every crease.

Her commands updated, and Joey laid a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered, her desire to sit on top of his dick and ride it to oblivion rising.

The machine had trained her well, however. As long as she had a direct command pending, she would not deviate.

Her skin tingled at the nearness of her paramour, both of them proceeding down the hill towards a black circle marked out next to the beach volleyball court. Pressing her knees together, she twisted her body as she leaned down to pick up the provided jump rope handles. She squeezed her shoulders together, giving Joey a sultry look, but he seemed unaffected, his arms folded as he stood at the edge of the circle.

“I am to be your taskmaster in this exercise,” he announced. “You will start with two sets of fifteen jumps, then a rest period. Ready? Begin!”

She stretched the rope out, letting it droop to the ground. Stepping over it, she lifted the handles, whipping it over her back. She hopped, her body getting into the rhythm. One skip, two skip, three skip, four.

She began to pop her knees, making a hop skip to shake things up. She stared at Joey, a smirk on her face as she finished the first set. “Not even difficult. When is it going to give me a challenge?” 

He seemed unimpressed. “Next set. Keep up the pace. Follow the beat.”

Tina was surprised to find herself being crowded in on both sides by a pair of male drones. They wore tight latex briefs, their members bulging underneath the stretchy rubber. Chests slick with sweat, light glistened off their rubbery flesh.

They had jump ropes, too, the handles splayed wide as they matched her pose. At the sound of Joey's hands clapping, they began to jump, their ropes whirring through the air with a loud buzz.

Astonished, Tina forgot to join in, but her resolve soon returned. She wouldn't be beat!

Raising her hands, she whipped the rope around, hopping at the right moment to avoid tripping herself up. The rope spun, whirring over her head as she popped her hips, jumping again.

Soon, she was spinning like the drones, but the beat was off. They were moving faster than she was!

She tried to speed up, but their ropes continued whipping like metronomes, just out of beat. “Halt!” cried out Joey, and everyone came to a stop.

He stepped in, placing a hand on her cheek. She gasped at his nearness, rubbing her sweaty legs together at the sudden heat blazing in her core.

“I can tell you're trying, but it's not enough. Here, let me help you. You need to focus.”

He placed a finger on her nose, her eyes being drawn to the tip. “Calm your mind. Count to three with me. One. Two. Three.”

Her lips quivered as she counted with him, her mind calming. As her ancillary thoughts faded, her raw arousal took center stage. Bodies. Sex.

Her heart fluttered, attraction increasing. He was so close, and he smelled so good. Her body swayed towards him, and he was forced to push her back.

Chuckling, he laid a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “It’s working,” he rumbled in a low voice. “But you’re not quite there yet. We must follow the process. Remember what I told you.”

“Remember,” she repeated, frowning.

She felt unfocused. What was she supposed to remember again?

Her eyes focused on his, staring at the intense blue glow of his irises. They were very pretty. Just like the obedience that glowed in her own eyes.

Ah, that's right. It wasn't an event, or a particular phrase she needed to remember. It was a feeling. Submission to the machine.

When Joey clapped, her body moved of its own volition, speeding up to match the movements of the other drones. Swish, swish, swish, the rope moved to the beat of their feet, her focus on obedience intensifying.

When the set was complete, Joey clapped again, a smirk on his face. “Very good. You've demonstrated that your training is complete. You are a very obedient drone.”

She preened from his praise, lifting a hand to her neck as she turned her head in a come hither pose. Joey wasn't interested in her body, though, at least not at the moment.

“Bring her,” he ordered, and the male drones on either side grabbed her shoulders.

Bewildered, she looked at them in askance. She tried to tug away, but their grips were firm. “Joey, what is this?” she asked in a small voice. “I should be rewarded for my obedience, right?”

“And you shall,” purred Joey. “Allow the men to guide you, and you'll experience more pleasure than you can possibly imagine!”

“I don't know,” she muttered. “I can imagine quite a lot.”

This sudden change in the exercise routine annoyed her, but she trusted Joey implicitly. Relaxing into their grip, she allowed them to take her outside the jump rope circle and past the volleyball court.

Here, the ground lowered, the fake beach up ahead. She could hear the faint sounds of drones frolicking in the water, the whooshing rush of waves as they impacted the sand. Her excitement grew as she was escorted closer, up a small hill.

At the top, she had a good view of the surrounding area. Off to the right was a twisting mound of colorful plastic tubing that led from a high platform all the way down to a secondary pool meant for catching drones rushing out of the pipes.

Up ahead was a beach, chairs and umbrellas laid out as though they were seaside. Beyond was the wave pool, water crashing into a reinforced window pane on the exterior of the office building. The views were spectacular below the surface, and her anticipation rose, hoping that they might play a game of water polo.

In this, she was sorely disappointed. The male drones held her steady, turning her to one side. Joey was waiting for her, standing next to a swing.

Her eyes widened as she took in the thick, dangling straps. This wasn't the sort of swing you'd find at school. It was decidedly more adult in nature.

He stretched out the bundle of straps, revealing the open places where her breasts and hips would sit. She took in a deep breath, shivering with desire. “Is that what I think it is?”

“That depends entirely upon you,” Joey replied, his eyes creasing. “If you reach the proper trance level, I am authorized to reward you. If you cannot submit, then the punishment will remain in effect. What will you choose?”

Tina worked her lips, feeling funny inside. The way her body had followed his commands during the jump rope exercise had made her feel good, but her level of submissiveness towards him was becoming excessive. Did she really want to give herself to him?

He waited patiently while she decided, playing with the straps as a knowing sneer graced his lips. She wrinkled her nose. This was a new attitude that she hadn't seen before, and she didn't like it.

Given his smugness, it would be easy to decline. In doing so, however, she'd deny herself great pleasure, and wasn't that more important than counting coup?

If he got too arrogant towards her, the machine would take care of it. That was the real question here. Would she accept her training, and submit to the machine?

A mysterious smile played over her lips as she stared at him, waiting him out. His sneer faded, changing into a frown. Got him!

“Yes, I submit. To the machine.”

He nodded. “Yes, of course. We should never forget what has brought us here together.”

He jangled the straps. “Now, come on, it's time for a little swing.”

She took a step forward, looking at how high the straps were off the ground, and blanched. Did he mean for her to jump into the swing face first? That seemed like a recipe for disaster!

The male drones moved in, their faces blank as they paused a courteous distance away. She blushed. Oh. Duh.

She gave them a brisk nod, and they leaned over, grasping her body on both sides at her hips and shoulders. Together, they helped her off the ground and into the swing in a graceful arc.

Her chest and legs pressed into the straps, the rubbery material stretching as it took up her weight. She was in an uncomfortable position, but Joey moved under her, adjusting the straps until they ran around her bust instead of over it.

The other drones were busy, too, wrapping more straps over her back, cinching them down until she was trussed up like a turkey.

She leaned her head back and frowned. “This might look cool, but it's not all that comfortable,” she complained.

Joey dipped his head as he reached out his hands to another drone, spreading out the headphones he had been handed. “That might be true, but you won't care for long. Listen to this, and relax.”

He slipped the headphones over her ears as she scowled, annoyed at how her breast flesh dangled below. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she played with them?

Grasping a nipple, she gave it a little tug as a quiet susurrus invaded her ears. She couldn't quite make out what it was saying, but it seemed to be urging her forward, so she grabbed both breasts, stroking them as she heaved her belly into the straps.

She barely noticed as her legs were yanked open, more straps being wound around her ankles. This was nice, as she could relax into the suspension harness.

The text box glowing in her brain kept her company, the words pulsing along with the beat in her ears.

OBEY. HIVE. OBEY. HIVE.

Thump. Grope. Thump. Grope.

She sighed, realizing that her pleasure was growing. She needed to slow down, or she might not achieve the explosive orgasm she was aiming for.

But she couldn't! Her strokes had become synchronized to the whispering words in her ears. She strained, trying to hear them better, but they became quieter, just out of reach. Maddening!

Joey was suddenly there, next to her head, another set of straps dangling from his hands. “You look lovely when you're a brainless slut,” he rumbled, his coarse words caressing her sweaty body.

She shivered, letting out a soft mewl. He took this opportunity to strike, shoving a rubber ball into her mouth. Her teeth reflexively clamped down around it, the spongy material yielding under the pressure.

He didn't wait for her to sort out her confusion, running a strap around the back of her neck and cinching it tight to her skull. She groaned as the gag sawed against her lips, unable to eject it with her tongue.

The awful smirk had returned to his face as he slipped off the headphones, laying them on her back. “You can be a feisty little slut,” he chuckled. “I much prefer it when you can do nothing but moan.”

His agile hands wrapped the remaining straps around her head, twin lines running up her jowls until they met at an intersection above her nose. From there, they split off again, running over her bald head around to the back, where they were buckled into the initial strap at the base of her skull.

Once he was done, there was no way for her to shake free. Pressing against the ball with her tongue, she tried to shove it out again, but it refused to budge. She wasn't going to be able to say anything!

“There, much better,” Joey announced, retrieving the headphones and setting them back over her ears.

The quiet whispers returned, her pussy throbbing as they dulled her thoughts. Gnawing on her gag, she felt herself losing the battle to understand the words, letting them slip into her mind unnoticed.

Joey adjusted the headphones so that they clamped tight, preventing them from coming loose, even if she twisted her head. He patted her cheek as he studied her glowing eyes. “We're just about there. How do you feel about a reward?”

Her eyes opened wide, and she moaned around the gag, jerking her body like a dolphin. The straps flexed, her hips rocking up and down as she strained, a wide grin on her face.

He growled, running a hand down her neck. “You're already slipping into a trance, like a good little drone. Would you like to hear the story of a betrayal?”

She frowned, making an annoyed noise. What was he talking about? It was time for a reward, not more conversation!

He clutched his hand around the apex of her neck, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Yes, you're almost ready to know, but I can't have you understand. Hive doesn't need another rebellion, though I can't imagine you'll have the strength to resist after this.”

His words were becoming even more confusing. She let out a honk through her nose. Less talk! More reward!

“That's right, you've become an increasingly slutty bitch since you've joined Hive,” he chuckled, slapping her ass.

She squealed, wiggling in pleasure. “See? You're already putty in my hands. I suppose that's the reason why you succumbed so quickly.”

He vanished, sliding his hand down her back as he moved around behind her. “I shouldn't complain. That made my job easy. Too easy in certain ways, but much harder in others.”

He wrapped his fingers into her ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. “It's only now at the end that I find myself in rather a conundrum. I didn't expect to catch feelings for my target. In fact, the idea has me in a rage. How could the machine possibly know what I wanted, better than I know myself?”

She creased her forehead. What the hell was he talking about? This was all very simple. Reward. Sex. Why did he have to overcomplicate things?

She hissed around the gag as he teased her clit with his thumb. “As expected. You're a wet little bitch, ready for breeding. Once I've broken you in, this farce will be over. You'll know once and for all who owns you.”

She made a low noise, rolling her eyes. All this foreplay was boring her. When was he going to get to the action?

There came a long pause, his hand hitting her butt with a wet smack. “You're not going anywhere, and I've stalled long enough. It's time to tell you the truth.”

Cold sweat prickled along her shoulders. She sensed that he was about to say something momentous, but the whispering words were distracting her. She wanted to give this her full attention, dammit!

She pushed the whispers back, shuddering as he stroked the base of her spine. “You used to ask me why I was there, at that party,” he mumbled. “A good looking man, college aged, rich, choosing a lady who appeared mediocre at best. Well, I knew you weren't just anybody. I had the dossier to prove it!”

His hand paused, a finger tapping against her skin. “Valedictorian, daughter of the CEO of a major equipment manufacturer, overbearing parents, loose morals? A recipe for utter disaster. It was inevitable that you would fall into the wrong crowd. In fact, it was fortunate that you became Hive's target, or you would have ended up a roofied whore.”

Her mind skittered over his words, her brain avoiding the truth. An image of that night appeared, Joey stumbling into her and splashing her drink onto her chest. He had gotten her a towel and a new drink, his smile suave as he apologized for being so clumsy.

She tried to hold onto the memory, as these times with Joey were some of her most treasured, but it flitted away from her like a bird. The images rushed around her as she sank deeper, the pulsing whispers coming closer.

She pushed them back, straining to hear what Joey said next. She wanted him, she loved him. He deserved to be heard.

His voice broke as he stroked her gently. “You weren't the first mission I've been sent on, but you were the hardest.”

He let out a long sigh. “I've been rambling, haven't I? I doubt you have the brain power left to put it all together, so I'll be straight with you. My name is Joey, designation Hive One, Spy Drone One. It was my mission to seek you out and bring you into the fold. You have become a Hive drone by my hand.”

She squeezed her eyebrows together, choking around the gag. He was a Hive drone. She was a Hive drone. It all made sense! The synchronicity was perfect!

The whispers caressed her ears, encouraging her to believe this. And why shouldn't she? Becoming Hive was the inevitable outcome for all who encountered its rubbery embrace!

The hands on her ass disappeared, reappearing around her thighs. Joey’s solid dick thrust into the crack of her privates, rubbing against her pussy lips as he leaned over her bound body.

A warm whisper licked at her ears, barely louder than the churning hiss coming from the headphones. “There never really was a choice,” he growled. “I actually kind of feel guilty about that. You're my perfect partner, and I made you.”

He patted her side. “It's all academic now. We're together, and we will be happy. Because Hive commands it!”

He leaned back, her body rocking in the restraints as he adjusted his dick. “With this coupling, we shall consummate our slavery!” he declared. “Glory to Hive!”

Glory, yes. She trembled, saliva dribbling over her chin as she grinned around the gag. She didn't understand any of the other drone's concerns, didn't really know who she was. She just knew that she was going to get fucked, and she wanted it so bad!

She snorted through her nose as the dick plunged in, her swollen lips clamping around his length. Finally a reward, yes! She was a drone. Glory to Hive!

The male growled, slapping her ass as he plumbed her depths, rocking against her swaying body. He used their momentum to synchronize their movements, achieving the same effect without having to thrust as hard. Efficient!

Her pussy shuddered as he bottomed out, his rubbery balls slapping against her clit. She squealed through the gag, eyes crossing as the pleasure stepped up a notch, her thoughts being smoothed by the whispering in her ears. She was a Hive drone, she was a slut slave, she was his!

The glowing text box in her mind affirmed this statement, repeating the same phrase over and over again.

DRONE. SEX SLAVE. SEX SLAVE, OBEY.

She submitted herself to the machine, becoming the male drone's fuck toy. Losing control, her head sank, slobber dripping from her mouth to the ground unnoticed as he squeezed his hands around her thighs.

“I take great pleasure in being the one assigned this task,” growled the male drone. “You were more than I had ever imagined you would be. I petitioned Hive to become your partner, and Hive agreed. You are now mine, slut!”

The commands in her brain updated, incorporating this new terminology. 

DRONE SLUT SEX SLAVE, JOEY'S SLUT SEX WIFE. OBEY.

It was indoctrinating her to think this way, but that wasn't a problem. Her mind was already adjusting, she wanted to be his wife!

Joey was moving faster now, ramming his rod into her pussy like a freight train. His hands flexed around her flesh, pulling her back towards him at the apex of every thrust, increasing the speed of each penetration.

Thrust, slap. Thrust, slap. Thrust, slap! 

Mind overwhelmed, she lived on the edge of pleasure, moving rapidly towards a climax. Her moans through the gag were almost continuous, her dangling arms jolting with each thrust.

She couldn't even scrape together the will to touch her breasts, to tug at her swollen nipples. She was a thing, an object, a drone. She did not have any will. She did as she was told by the machine.

“I'm getting close,” hissed her partner. “Prepare yourself to submit!”

The warning jolted her spine with the knowledge that she was about to be told to cum. Her most basic bodily processes, under the control of the machine. Her body wiggled as she swung over the ground, preparing for climax.

“Now, slut! Cum for your master. Cum for the machine!”

The words caressed her body, but she did not obey him. Not until the command was beamed directly into her brain.

RAISE YOUR HEAD AND SUBMIT TO THE MACHINE.

RELEASE. ORGASM. OBEY.

Her head jerked up as her body submitted, the climax hitting her as her partner bottomed out in her sodden pussy. She groaned around the gag, her eyes watery as she watched happy drones playing in the surf.

Waves crashed against the glass wall, rising along with her pleasure. Eyes hooded, she let the sloshing water carry her away, rapture soaking her thoughts.

All that remained was loyalty to Hive.

She was a drone. She obeyed.

Chapter Three

“How do you feel, dear?” asked a comforting voice, the words tamping down her anxiety.

Tina blinked, taking in the solid presence of the other drone. Her body was dressed in glistening black rubber. Her breasts were prodigious, held in place only by tight rubber bags decorated with red stripes leading up to her nipples.

First was a bedrock for the storage drones, and Tina had been afraid of her for a long time. As her marriage date approached, however, there was a sequence of awful chores that needed to be completed. Informing her parents of her decision was one of them, and she had decided that she simply couldn't do it without some help.

Joey had suggested that she talk to First about it, and despite her trepidations, she had finally acquiesced.

This was easier said than done, but one day after their required rest period, she had scraped up the courage to visit her rack - with a little encouragement from Hive at the last second.

She had discovered First to be a veritable fount of advice, helping and scolding her as she approached the critical day. She took a deep breath. Here she was, ready to enter the lion's den.

She pursed her lips as First turned towards the makeup kit, dusting her brush with more foundation. “I have butterflies in my belly,” she admitted. “I know that my parents love me, in their own fashion, but I began to rebel once I left for college because they were stifling me. If I had spent one more moment with them, I'd scream!”

First nodded, carefully applying the makeup over her cheeks. “It's a common tale,” she sighed, empathy in her voice. “You just wanted the ability to try and figure out things for yourself without being told what to do!”

A bemused smile graced her face. “And now, here you are, being told what to do by a machine.”

“That's different!” Tina exclaimed immediately. “Before, my parents controlled my life, because they claimed to know what was best for me. Here, I'm working for the greater good of Hive. There's no question that what I'm being told to do will help everyone!”

“Excellent,” chuckled First. “I had wondered whether you would require more deprogramming, but it appears that you are a true believer.”

Tina frowned, not liking the sound of whatever that was. Oh well, she didn’t have to know everything! She was free to embrace her lover and serve Hive as the obedient slutty sex slave wife she was!

There was some mental friction at this thought, as becoming a wife was one of the things her parents had seriously pushed on her. The concern was quickly forgotten, however, overridden by her desire to be a proper sex slave for her husband to be.

GOOD GIRL.

She beamed at the praise, knowing that she was thinking the correct thoughts. All she had to do was finish up her makeup and tell her parents of her decision. Simple! 

First moved to her eyes, applying dark eyeshadow and mascara with a flourish. “What kind of look are you going for here?” she asked.

“Dark,” grinned Tina. “Completely dark! What's the point of rebelling if I don't look like a slutty, shiny, sex drone ready to take on the system?”

First made a noncommittal noise, continuing her application with delicate strokes. “Let’s set aside the fact that you’re a part of the ‘system.’ Is this the point where you're planning on revealing some of your… other alterations?”

“What, this?” asked Tina, dangling her tongue out of her mouth, revealing the barbell piercing gleaming on the surface. “Nah, if someone picks up on it, then I'll bring it up, but otherwise I'm not going to bother with it. The whole point of this meeting is to get them to come to the ceremony, right? I don't want to scare them away!”

First gave her a bright smile. “It depends on how well the machine has performed its calculations,” she said mysteriously.

She flicked her wrist. “There, done. Take a look!” 

Tina twisted around in the seat, taking in her appearance in the mirror. She was wearing a wig with long, black hair that dangled over her shoulders. Curling a lock in her fingers, she gave it a slow stroke.

It felt weird to have hair. She had long since gotten used to being denuded, and having to deal with the annoyance of getting hair in her eyes again was annoying.

The overall effect with her whitened face was amazing, though. She certainly wouldn't underestimate First's talents going forward!

Pulling back the wig, she studied the perfect edges of her dark eyeshadow. The way it shimmered with a purple undertone when she moved her head was absolutely stunning!

The makeup on her face had hidden her barcodes, and the number on her forehead had been disabled. Unless you looked closely, it would be difficult to tell that there was something odd about the glossy texture of her skin. She didn't look like a drone at all!

She pursed her lips, frowning. “I don't like it,” she declared petulantly, folding her arms over her enlarged breasts. The rubbery frills on her dress bounced as she stared at her dull, boring eyes. “I feel like I don't belong here any more!”

First chuckled, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Leaning in, she pressed a finger into her chest, right over her heart. “What you look like on the surface doesn't matter,” she declared. “Underneath, you'll always be a drone. This is simply a disguise. Tomorrow, you can go back to being a nameless storage drone, if you so desire.”

She snapped the makeup kit closed, stretching out her fingers. “Now, stand up. I want to get a full view.”

Tina hopped off the stool, hearing the rubbery layers of her dress creak as she angled her arms at her sides. She couldn't see the black buckles of her boots underneath the wide hoop of her gothic lolita dress, though she could feel the tightness of the rubber stockings against her legs.

When she took a step back, the click of her heel against the tile sounded solid, the straps from her garter belt stretching against her waist. Cool air billowed underneath, making her bare privates pucker in protest.

Normally, it was a given that she would be exposed, but it seemed odd to be wearing no underwear with this outfit. Nobody would notice as long as she didn't lift up her skirt, but still.

First examined her with a critical eye, her irises glowing a vibrant blue. Stepping in, she straightened up a couple of black ribbons, patting her shoulders. “You look stunning, my dear,” she announced. “You seem ready. There’s just one more thing.”

Opening the box on the table next to the mirror, she pulled out a bridal veil, made of white rubber. The material dangled awkwardly as First picked it up, turning to place it on Tina's head.

She frowned as strips of rubber flipped in front of her face, large perforations providing a thin semblance of vision. “How am I going to talk to them like this?” she complained, blowing a strip away from her lips.

“It's meant to be ceremonial, silly, you don't have to wear it down all the time!”

First gathered the strips in her hands, sliding them around either side, where she collected them on stylish hook attachments. “Oh!” exclaimed Tina, turning back towards the mirror. A tiny tiara made out of diamonds was mounted to the top of the hood. “That actually looks pretty nice.”

First patted her shoulder. “Good girl. Let's get you over to the signal chamber so that we can get this day moving. Everything is waiting on you!”

Tina's shoulders stiffened as First led the way. The drone’s glossy hips swayed as she folded her hands, waiting patiently for the door scanner to recognize her svelte body.

When it opened, she followed the woman into the hallway, trailing behind. She knew that this meeting was a necessity, but she dreaded having to do it. What if her parents tried to convince her to choose someone else?

FOLLOW FIRST. OBEY.

Her concerns faded. It didn't matter what they said, because the machine was in control. It would backstop her decisions. She would not change her mind unless it did.

Letting out a sigh, she tried to banish the tension in her chest as she took in the dark scenery of the rack. A grin suddenly appeared on her face as she spotted the couple being mated at the back of the room.

Their heads were hidden under molded rubber masks, but their drone designations were clearly visible on the visors of their helmets. Control drones sixty and seventy.

Jenny, and Ben. The two of them had been kind to her since she had arrived at Hive, helping her to fit in with the rest of them. They deserved this reward! 

Ben groaned as his length plunged into Jenny, the two of them writhing within the blue rubber as their bodies pressed together. Tina perked up as she caught a glimpse of Jenny's belly. Was the drone pregnant?

As they approached closer, it became obvious. Yes, indeed, she was, and it was evident that she had been with child for some time.

She ground her teeth together, holding back a sigh. Oh, how she envied her! To be encased in rubber, feeling one's body grow fat with Joey’s child - it was almost too much to bear!

She didn't know when this desire had appeared within her, but now it was her most important goal. Could she convince the machine to let her get pregnant, too?

She clamped her hands to her sides as she focused on her footsteps, making sure she didn't lose First in the jumble of equipment. She wouldn't impress the machine if she couldn't even follow simple commands!

They passed out of the rack, moving through a dimly lit hallway. The implants in her eyes made it easy to see the way. Any casual observer would be dissuaded from wandering until a drone apprehended them.

That wasn't terribly common. Unauthorized personnel would never penetrate this deep into Hive without being picked up and taken care of by the machine. Tina shivered with pleasure at the idea of converting such an intruder, wondering when her thinking on the subject had changed.

If being a drone was pleasure, why not share that pleasure with the world?

First's steps slowed, the floor changing from a high traffic carpet to a matte black steel. They were almost there.

The drone stopped in front of a closed metal door, folding her arms as it scanned her body. Tina minced up next to her, feeling tense. “I don't want to do this!” she blurted out, squeezing her hands inside her tight gloves.

“I know,” replied the other woman with a kind gaze. “There are many things in life that are horrible to deal with, and this is one of them. Trust in the machine. It will support you.”

The door slid into the side of the wall with barely a hiss, revealing a small booth inside. A lit screen was mounted to the far wall, a soft light beaming onto the platform below.

Tina gritted her teeth, glaring at the standby logo pulsing on the display. Soon, it would be replaced with an image of her family, and the pressure to conform to their wishes would be on.

First laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “Look, it's not the end of the world. Think about what's going to happen next. If your family rejects this marriage, no harm, no foul - you remain a drone. If they do want to come celebrate, then they will be brought into the fold, implanted and turned into Hive drones. Isn’t that wonderful? A full family of Hive drones!”

Tina felt troubled. Did she really want to suck her parents and her sister into this life? It was admittedly quite an odd existence, being hooked up and loaded with data. Would they be able to adapt to being slaves of the machine, or would they rebel?

“They’re pretty self-reliant,” she said, sounding dubious. “Are there people who can’t be droned?”

First’s hand went limp, her eyes dimming. Tina was surprised to find actual terror lurking deep in their depths. “At the beginning, there were many,” she admitted. “We were experimenting, and sometimes the results were not as… intended.”

Her face brightened. “The good news is, we were able to help them, in the end, though the outcomes were not what any of us had wished for. These days, though, the process is mature. There is very little chance of anything going wrong. Bring them here, and they will be droned.”

BRING THEM HERE.

She blinked when the sudden command appeared, swallowing back her fear. “The machine agrees with you. It shall be so,” she said, turning on her heel and entering the booth before her reservations could come back to haunt her.

The door slid shut behind her, sealing her inside. The Bright Times logo on the screen glimmered at her, the B spinning around a crystal spire at regular intervals.

Eyes fixed to the pulsing screen, she spread her legs, sitting on the blocky ‘chair’ mounted to the platform. It was more of a saddle, really, a spongy wedge of material sliding between her legs.

She held her feet against the sides, squeezing her privates around the wedge as the chair activated. Metal cuffs projected from within, wrapping around her ankles and clamping them down. She could now use them as attachment points to pull herself more firmly into the seat.

Her garters stretched as she rocked her hips in a slow, undulating motion over the knobby surface. She groaned, adjusting her skirt so that it would hide the machinations below.

The automated system activated, a sharp suction tugging at her privates. This was soon followed by a thick dildo pressing against her inner lips, slipping into her tunnel with barely a pause.

She whimpered as an ass plug joined the fun, twisting slowly back and forth to ensure that her sphincter would stretch around the bulk of the head. With a hard lurch, the plug jumped inside, being sucked up into her rectum.

It wasn't particularly comfortable, but her trained ass had become accustomed to being plugged in this way. Indeed, she suspected that the machine had been surreptitiously increasing the size with every encounter. For what purpose, she didn't know, but it certainly did increase the pleasure when it decided to vibrate the dildo.

Like it was doing right now! She gasped, trembling against the seat as it slumped back, hinging her hips so that her head was at a more comfortable height with the screen.

The logo spun, her thoughts calming as a chime sounded in the room. Her shoulders relaxed, her mind becoming entranced by the spinning tower.

STAY CALM. COMPOSE YOURSELF.

It was all well and good to be told what to do, but it wasn't that easy to convince her subconscious mind to give up the anxiety induced by a lifetime of living with strict parents. Still, it did help, and she found herself feeling a bit better, her mind beginning to float.

There came a swishing sensation from her veil, a solid click sounding at the back of her skull as a warm hand appeared on her shoulder. “Let the machine guide you,” said First, her breath caressing an ear. “All of Hive is with you. You're not alone.”

Tickling whispers licked at her thoughts, a sense of encouragement coming along with them. The outside world faded as the dildo throbbed within her snatch, her worries and concerns feeling insignificant when weighed against the desires of the drones.

They wanted her to do well. She would do well. The Hive was with her!

The logo on the screen melted away, shimmering colors blessing her eyes in a cool embrace. A lurid red light on the camera above the screen flicked on, but she barely noticed, a dumb smile appearing on her face.

When the image of her father appeared, she didn’t react, her eyes twitching as they focused on a new command being fed to her by the machine.

GREET AND ALLAY SUSPICION.

That was what she had planned on doing, but it was good to have the machine’s encouragement. She sighed, studying her father.

His hair was short and black, cut in a military style, his gaze severe. She shivered as she studied his sharp suit, the company pin attached to his collar next to his red cravat. Immaculate, as usual.

She folded her hands over her chest to hide the way they were trembling. “Hello, Kim,” she said, surprised at how smooth her words were coming. “I’ve invited you here to make an announcement.”

His eyes became hard. “You dropped out of college, and now you show up dressed like a fetish maid. What are you getting up to?”

This was just like him - strict diction, and demands up front. Well, she knew exactly what to say to him.

Her smile widened. “I’m finally doing what you wanted, father. I’m getting married!”

A sprightly woman jumped in from off camera, gathering her stolid father into a bear hug. He didn’t move at all, his eyes didn’t even flicker. He might as well already be a drone, for all intents and purposes.

“You’ve finally found a man!” announced her mother, eyes sparkling. “Who is it?”

Satin was dressed in a loose jacket, a yellow shirt underneath. An opal amulet hung on a gold chain around her neck.

INVITE THEM.

Tina gave them a strict nod. “His name is Joey. I am inviting you to our wedding, in April. I’ll send you the details after the call.”

Her father frowned. “I can’t sanction this. He didn’t even ask my permission.”

An old disgust seized her chest, muscles tight as she felt intimidated. She could do this, couldn’t she?

OVERRIDE HIM.

The tension broke as the dildo inside her pulsed. That’s right. She didn’t have to fear his disapproval. The machine was in control.

“That’s too bad,” she said smoothly. “We’re getting married, whether you attend or not. It’s your choice.”

“Then we won’t come,” he said brusquely. “I don’t approve of your… style, or your choices.”

Her mother sighed, leaning against her father’s shoulder, looking up. “Oh, come dear,” she said in a whiny voice. “You know how long I’ve been longing for a grandchild. Are you truly going to disavow her? It doesn’t look like we’re going to see progress from Mara any time soon.”

Mara was her sister, a shy thing that would never give her mother what she wanted. The perfect tool for breaking through her father’s crusty exterior.

She waited patiently for her mother's argument to settle in before she pounced. “If you reject me now, you reject my offspring as well. You'll never have a relationship with them. I'll go no contact, cut you out of my life completely.”

GOOD GIRL. 

The dildo buzzed, the plug in her ass joining in. Her pussy juiced under the skirt, a trickle leaking down the saddle seat, which she ignored.

The pleasure of obedience caressed her mind as she waited, a fake grin fixed to her face. Who would crumble first?

Her father's scowl increased, and she could see the stubborn set to his chin. His nostrils flared. Was he about to say something unforgivable?

“I will put him to the test,” he ground out as her mother tugged on his arm. “If he doesn't measure up, I will not approve.”

PRESS HIM.

Tina choked back a laugh. This was so simple, it boggled the mind! Why had she feared him so much before?

It was because she had been alone. With the machine backing her up, she had no fear of failure.

“What are you going to do, ask him for a no holds barred fist fight? Or will you decide my marriage based on the result of an arm wrestling competition? Absolutely not!”

Her mother cupped a hand over her mouth, making the tittering laugh she hated. “Seriously, dear, we should at least grant her this much.”

Her mirth faded as her brows narrowed, shooting Tina a sharp look. Ah, now the fangs would come out!

“You’re not going to be wearing that for the ceremony, I hope? It looks dreadful. I have a closet full of outfits you could choose from that would look much better for such an important occasion!”

REBUFF.

“I’m sure that you do, mother, but there’s no way I’m going to wear your wedding dress. I’m doing this my own way, just as you did during your nuptials.”

Her mother's mouth gaped open like a fish. Tina kept the earnest expression on her face, pleased that she was able to retain eye contact without wavering.

The machine was pleased as well, the dildo churning within her pussy. It was actually becoming more difficult to hide her arousal than it was to disobey her parents!

“Oh. I see,” her mother muttered, looking disappointed.

This was one of the many ways she had coerced Tina into doing her bidding in the past, but it wouldn't work now. She obeyed the machine, not them.

Now came the interesting point. Would her father give in, or would he reject her?

The chances of him deciding to come seemed low, so she braced herself against the chair, steeling herself.

He wrapped an arm around her mother's side, giving her a squeeze. “Send us the details,” he said finally, reaching out to terminate the call.

The screen went blank, and she sagged, letting out a long, shaky breath.

GOOD GIRL.

The plug in her ass inflated as the dildo in her pussy twisted, buzzing and jerking. She squeezed her hands into fists and threw her head back, letting out a low moan.

Relief and pleasure mixed in a heady brew, making her feel like someone other. That person didn't have to worry about the caustic relationship with her parents, or what she would do if they hadn't agreed.

She was free, finally able to be the drone she had always dreamed of being!

The pleasure at being a good, obedient drone licked at her loins. She looked hopefully at her command window, licking her lips as the previous text vanished.

When it returned, both dildoes began to vibrate in high gear. The length in her pussy inflated, knobs popping out of the interior to grip the walls of her tunnel

GOOD GIRL. 

FORGET YOURSELF. PLEASURE. OBEY.

SEX. SLUT. SLAVE. DRONE.

The top line flashed, matching the rhythm of the dildo as it thrust into her, twisting as it bottomed out. Her body trembled from the strength of the vibrations, pussy gushing with the pleasure she had been forced to hold back during the call.

CUM. ORGASM. OBEY.

The idea that the machine was in control of her body was just so hot, she couldn't hold back! She bucked against the saddle, moaning as her body tipped over the edge.

CUM. ORGASM. OBEY.

The letters flashed, reinforcing the immediacy of the command as her muscles locked up. Her head shook, her body limp from the pleasure shooting into her core. She was helpless in front of the machine, being used as its puppet. She loved obeying so much!

She wished she could obey every minute, every hour, every day, forevermore!

Her face lit up with a beatific smile, but she realized that it wasn't enough. She wouldn't be happy until her family also accepted Hive's embrace, submitting their minds to the machine.

She knew that the machine had trained her to believe this, but she did not doubt its arguments. Her family would be happier as drones. They deserved to be drones.

Sighing, she relaxed into the seat as her imagination began to go wild. Would her father be able to maintain his strict demeanor after being converted?

She could already see his barrel body, dressed in a slick, skintight red rubber dronesuit, bellowing orders to a group of workers. He might actually be pretty good in that role!

She idly wondered what tasks her mother and sister might be assigned, but that sort of categorization was beyond her. She was nothing more than a storage drone. She stored.

The dildo inside her slipped out, retracting into the seat, while the ass plug deflated. The fun was over, at least for now.

The restraints at her ankles retracted with a hiss, but she was in no hurry to get up, savoring the aftereffects of the orgasm. The screen had blanked, and her command box was empty. She had the time she needed to compose herself.

Sliding her wet pussy off the saddle, she stood, her ruffled dress dropping back into place. Her thighs were slick with her lubrication, and she felt messy. She wanted a shower before the ceremony, but she had to wait until the machine told her what to do.

A cold flash of surprise tingled through her body as the new command came in.

REPORT TO CONVOCATION CHAMBER 01.

Really? She was going to be sent out like this?

Her thighs slid together, the sticky wetness feeling gummy as she headed for the exit. Sweat beaded her brow as she stepped down into the corridor, turning left as she followed the map glowing in her mind.

No, she wasn’t ready to greet her fiancee like this!

Ready or not, the machine was in control, and her feet kept moving forward, heels clicking on the floor.

Her anxiety kept growing. It was a good thing that the machine was pushing her forward, or she might consider fleeing.

No. She would do this, because she was strong. She was a drone. She was Hive.

Turning a few corners, she stalked down a corridor, nodding to other drones going the other direction. Most of them ignored her, lost in their own world, but one dressed in black sidled up next to her, matching her pace.

“That wasn't as bad as you feared, now was it?” asked First, taking her arm and holding her hand.

Tina squeezed the friendly grip, shuddering. “It was both awful and exhilarating,” she admitted. “I don't know what the future will bring. How will I handle my family when they show up?”

“I wouldn't worry about that,” said First airily. “Trust in the machine.”

TRUST THE MACHINE. 

She did, really, but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to be uncomfortable to deal with her family. She was going to have to betray them to the machine, to see their reactions as they finally understood their new place, as slave drones.

She wanted to see that, more than anything, but she also hated the idea of them being disappointed with her again. It was frustrating that this trauma was still with her, but there it was.

Her shoulders drooped. “I just have to keep reminding myself that it will be over soon. As the machine wills it.”

First squeezed her hand. “I know this is scary, doing anything new is. We're here to help you, support you every step of the way. You'll never be alone again.”

Tina nodded, hiding the sudden tears that appeared in her eyes. “Enough about that,” she sighed, swallowing back the sudden lump that appeared in her throat. “What can I expect from this ceremony? It's not going to be like a traditional marriage, is it?” 

First barked out a laugh, pulling her briskly to one side as another drone approached. When the drone noticed her presence, his eyes widened, and he gave her a short bow.

“No, not at all,” said First, giving the drone a merry nod as he passed. “It isn't going to be like any kind of religious ceremony you might be familiar with. It doesn’t have to be - you can do something more traditional when your parents arrive. This is all about the joining of two drones, bringing them together as one. A celebration of Hive's expansion, of our allegiance to the machine.”

Tina pursed her lips, imagining a crowd of drones dancing to pumping techno beats and flashing lights with a cyberpunk backdrop. “I don't think I know what that means,” she said after a pause, trying to banish the odd idea.

“You don't have to know,” replied First. “Just enjoy.”

She pulled Tina to a halt, stopping in front of a plain looking door. The scanner flicked over Tina's body, opening with a light whirr.

First let go of her hand, moving in behind her. “This part is up to you,” she whispered, laying her hands on Tina's back and giving her a light push. “I will join you in a bit. I know you'll do well!”

Tina had no idea what that meant. The way her words sounded, it almost seemed like she was about to put on a performance.

Her trepidation peaked as the door slid shut behind her, the wooden floor leading up to a purple curtain. Was this a stage?

She took mincing steps forward, hiding behind the curtain as she pulled it aside to peek into the room. Her mouth gaped open as she studied the raised galleries in the rear, her vision blurred by the strong lighting and glossy bodies shuffling in the rows.

It looked like a damned theater! She wasn't going out in front of those drones, she'd be too embarrassed!

ENTER STAGE. GREET FIANCE.

Before she could register another denial, her hands moved on their own, sliding the curtain aside. Her body swayed as she moved onto a large, semicircular platform, her wide eyes blinking in surprise.

In the center of the stage, a drone dressed in shiny black rubber was waiting for her, his hands folded around a bouquet of red roses. As she stepped towards him, the sticky wetness of her recent orgasm chose this moment to become itchy.

The crowd of drones turned towards the stage, clapping their hands. She scowled, annoyed at being thrust into the limelight. The drone in black turned towards her, the rings in his eyes glowing an intense blue.

Joey gave her a wide grin, reaching out to take her hand. “There you are,” he chuckled. “Why the grim face? This is our happy occasion!”

Leaning in, she whispered into his ear. “I've just been on an unpleasant call with my parents, and the machine decided to stimulate my pussy. I haven't had a chance to clean up, and I'm a sweaty mess!”

Joey laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a soft pat. “You might be sweaty now, but there isn't a good reason to get clean just yet. This ceremony is going to be a participatory affair!”

She wrinkled her nose, and Joey laughed. Taking a rose from his bouquet, he slid it into the veil on top of her head, tilting it to give it more appeal.

“You look cute,” he declared. “And sexy.”

She folded her arms, feeling miffed. “This isn't going to be another ‘you're cute when you're angry’ situations, is it?”

“And what if it is?” Joey asked, handing the bouquet to another storage drone who trotted up.

“Then I shall be very put out,” she declared, curling her lip.

“Oh, don't be like that,” came a purring voice, the spotlights in the room moving to highlight the drone stepping around the rear curtain.

It was First, but she was dressed in a fetish rubber costume. That wasn't too unusual, given what the drone usually wore, but Tina couldn't help but think ‘rubber nun’ when she looked at her outfit.

She was wearing a dark blue wimple, a white stripe outlining the edge. Light rippled over her glossy, black hood, her eyes hidden behind perforations.

Her tight, rubber bodysuit was the same as usual, containing the stripes and reticles that highlighted her breasts, but she had changed her footwear to absurdly high heels. A long cape dangled down her back, swishing with each step.

“Dearly beloveds,” she intoned. “We have gathered here today to witness two Hive drones coming together in sexy matrimony.”

An amulet dangled from her neck as she approached, slapping against her latex covered chest. It was the familiar crystal spire, a large B wrapped around the sides, followed by the T. Bright Times, the corporation they belonged to.

First reached out to grab their hands and pull them together. Tina looked at her in askance as another storage drone appeared, shuffling forward in her hobble skirt.

The drone raised the cushion she bore, and First plucked a ribbon cable off the surface. Turning to Tina, she wrapped one end loosely about her wrist, securing the other to Joey's.

“Let this ribbon be a symbolic mark of the bond you both share in the machine. What memory has been addressed to love shall always remain so, never to be deleted or overwritten!”

Tina found the text to be cheesy, but Joey seemed to be taking it seriously enough, so she remained silent. Her excitement was growing, but she couldn't say why. The idea of being bound to her man hit her at a more primal level than she had thought it would.

“Checksum your feelings, you know them to be true! Hashed together as one string, you can never be reverse engineered!”

Joey turned his hand over, clasping hers. He shot her a serious look, giving her a squeeze. She smiled back at him, a hot pulse of desire interfering with the solemnity of the situation.

She wanted to take this seriously, she really did. This man was her hope for the future. The two of them were going to make lots of drone babies together, train them up right, to love the machine.

“... Now, as a duly ordained storage controller, I now pronounce you, drone, and wife!”

A surge of surprise ran through her body as she realized that she had been drifting. How much of the ceremony had she missed?”

“You may now kiss the drone!”

ENJOY THE KISS.

Joey leaned in, cradling her skull with his free hand as his lips swallowed hers. She took in a short breath, closing her eyes. The crowd of drones cheered as he sucked on her lips, playing with her tongue ring.

She leaned into him and took it, enjoying his touch as he plundered her mouth. The tingle of arousal in her loins grew to a low roar, her pussy jolting as she thought of his thick drone dick. 

Would he? Was that even the right thing to do in the middle of a wedding?

He pulled back, his breath hissing against her nose. She shuddered with arousal, her eyes hooded as he caressed her neck. The crowd cheered again, but she ignored them, too wrapped up in her new husband.

He owned her, and the machine owned them. It was a neat kind of symmetry, the rightness of the situation flooding through her.

Her pussy was hot and slick, she needed him, but she wasn’t sure what came next. Swallowing her saliva, she looked around, suddenly becoming aware of her environs.

A crowd of drones was standing around the stage, couples clasping each other as they eyed her with eagerness, their drone numbers glowing on their foreheads. They must have been tasked to be here by the machine, to celebrate their oneness in slavery.

She could feel their thoughts whispering just out of reach, the drone network humming with pleasure that buoyed her up. She felt happy.

It took her a while to recognize the feeling, as it was something new to her. Sure, she had felt pleased at various successes throughout her life, but she had never felt all that comfortable due to the various demands placed upon her.

She had to look good for society, had to succeed for her parents, had to attend a prestigious college. Here, she didn’t have to do any of that. She could just be, and that was enough for the machine.

Sighing, she rubbed her thumb against the palm of Joey’s hand as she gave him a bright smile. He smiled back, the surprising warmth causing a thrill to run down her spine.

She knew that he had been reluctant to get involved with her, that he had seen her as just another assignment. All that had changed. The two of them were on a new journey of discovery, finding out what they could achieve as coupled drone slaves!

First grinned, untangling the cord from their wrists. “Stand over here, please,” she said, ushering them towards the edge of the stage. “It’s time for the main event!”

OBEY FIRST. INITIALIZE SEX HARNESS.

Tina followed the command with alacrity, turning around as Joey reached a hand around her side, pulling her in close. She stiffened as a platform descended from the ceiling above, made out of a metal lattice. “What the heck is that?” she asked, running her eyes over the angled supports.

“At the end of a marriage ceremony, what usually happens?” rumbled Joey.

Tina's mouth gaped open as her brain started to understand the jumble of straps suspended in the middle of the platform. They were going to be mounted in there and… do it!

“Oh no, not in front of everyone!” she hissed, trying to pull away from Joey.

“Why not?” he asked, holding her in place. “You don't mind when others watch us going at it in the rack, do you?”

“That's because I'm hypnotized, out of my mind, being controlled by the machine, and the pleasure is so good I don't care,” she wailed, shrinking back from the murmuring masses.

First appeared, touching her on the nose. “Calm down,” she admonished. “It will be no different here. Check your commands, submit and obey.”

The text glowed a deep violet in her vision, and she gasped, feeling woozy.

SUBMIT TO JOEY. GET HARNESSED. ENJOY THE BUZZ.

Oh, oh. She was feeling cold, and her anxiety was decreasing. The machine must have taken pity on her, administering a light sedative.

Her fat lips formed into a pucker as a light jolt attacked her nipples. The wetness in her pussy returned, as though it had never left. She was prepped for sex, with her husband!

This new relationship set her free from her reluctance, and she let out a light cry of pleasure. She forgot the shiny masses of drones that were watching behind glazed visors, for she knew that they felt the same. They wanted to be her, they wanted the sex she was about to have. They wanted to obey!

“I think she's ready now,” announced Joey, and First gave her a warm smile and a wink, retreating.

The dangling platform was in front of them, the bottom making contact with the stage floor. Crunch!

Joey escorted her forward, helping her over the lip as she giggled. He was careful to sway her body away from the high frame on either side, barely avoiding it taking a bite out of her ass.

She didn't care, laughing again. She knew that she wasn't her usual self, but she didn't care. She was going to get sexed up by her husband and submit to the machine at the same time! How fun was that?

Joey growled as he tried to get her into the dangling chair, annoyed at how her skirt obstructed his view of the straps. She wanted to help him, but she was too far gone. She'd simply make a hash of things if she tried to assist, irritating him further. It was far better to sigh and give him coquettish looks to inflame his libido further.

Flipping up her skirt on both sides, he maneuvered the chair into position against her ass. “One, two, three, hup!”

Lifting her body in one go, he flipped the chair underneath. She fell into the bucket seat, laughing like a maniac as her limbs splayed in all directions. Her skirt billowed out as she fell back, the chains creaking as the rubber chair cupped her ass.

Grabbing hold of the chains, she held on as she swung forward, kicking her feet out like a little girl.

“No, not like that,” admonished Joey, holding up a hand. “There's a few more restraints to go.”

Petulant, Tina placed her hands over her waist in a huff, blowing air through her lips. “Don't be annoyed,” sighed Joey. “Just bear with me for a few more moments, and we'll be ready for pleasure.”

Her eyes widened at this pronouncement, and she settled down, waiting patiently as he knelt next to her feet. Lifting up a leg, he placed a rubber cuff around her ankle, cinching it tight. Once it was properly secured, he clipped a dangling chain to one of several metal loops attached to the side of the cuff.

This was soon followed by two more. When he let go of her leg, it fell down a short distance until the chains snapped taut, preventing her from touching the floor. How annoying!

“This is kind of uncomfortable,” she complained, frowning as she ran a hand over her wrist.

Joey moved to her other ankle, securing it in a similar way. “Just think of the pleasure we'll have together. Soon. The machine has great plans for us!” 

Tina subsided, letting her legs dangle as Joey stood, moving in to reach out for her arm. She almost pulled away, but the machine's commands were throbbing in her head, gently commanding her to give in.

GET HARNESSED. PREPARE FOR JOY. SEX. SUBMIT. RELAX.

She swallowed her annoyance, choosing instead to allow her husband to string up her arm. She made a strained laugh as one of her hands dangled from the chains. “I'm going to look like a marionette!”

“That's right,” nodded Joey seriously. “We'll both be dangling, puppets of the machine. Our performance will be a spectacle talked about for months, with other drones vying to become the next couple to test out this sex machine!”

Intrigued by the idea, Tina squeezed her hands into fists as Joey finished up with the last buckle. When he was done, he moved towards his own swinging seat. She shifted her weight, noting how the chains jangled as she rocked back and forth.

It wasn't that uncomfortable! In fact, she was starting to get rather eager to find out what was next.

She had originally thought that her husband was going to take her in this position, but First joined them on the platform, helping to secure her husband's limbs as well. They were both going to be dolls on chains, teased by the machine in a stage play demonstrating their slavery to the other drones!

First was efficient, and it didn't take long for her to finish securing her husband to the seat. Once he was properly bound, she tapped her fingers over his pelvis, releasing the dome shaped crotch guard. Popping it off, she revealed the thick erection hiding beneath.

She turned her head to Tina, a dark glimmer in her glowing eyes. “He's been prepped. Are you ready to be his slutty sex slave?”

Tina moaned, yanking on the chains to better expose her pussy. Her skirt was getting in the way, though, making for a disappointing showing.

First marched over, gathering it up and squeezing the ends into her seat so that it would stay in place above her mons. “If you shift around too much before the mating starts, this isn't going to work,” she warned.

Tina gave her a serious nod, settling down. She was too aroused now to even think of messing this up!

First retreated to the edge of the platform and clapped her hands. The spotlights swiveled, focusing on Tina and Joey as the platform trembled, ascending off the stage.

They swayed back and forth in what felt like a precarious manner, but she was secure in her seat. That didn't mean she liked seeing the ground disappearing below, her anxiety rising as she grabbed at the chains.

LET GO. BECOME THE PERFORMANCE.

When the music started, she forgot her anxiety. It was a classic opera, one she wasn't familiar with, a rich, stentorian voice booming through the hall.

“Ladies and gentle drones, welcome to the final act! We have here today a tale of love, woven together with one of woe!”

The chains at her wrists gently tugged her arms apart, soon followed by her legs. Her hands were crossed as her seat rose, floating across the platform towards Joey.

It was an odd sensation, being controlled by the chains. She was a doll, a mindless tool to be commanded and controlled by the entity above. She was putting on a play created by the machine.

How unusual! Was this a creative outlet for their master? Had someone checked the output before allowing the play to be put on?

Her questions vanished as Joey loomed in front of her, sweat beading his brow. The number on his forehead glowed like his eyes, the barcodes on his cheeks glimmering as he tilted his head.

His expression was sly, welcoming. She wanted him.

Her gaping pussy lurched as her legs were tugged farther apart, flowering her open. His knees were down low, tilted at a forty five degree angle, exposing his crotch. His erect dick hung there like a hungry slug, bouncing as his eyes ran over her curves.

She said nothing, biting her lip. What the machine intended was clear, and there was no reason for her to object.

“Our female drone spent all her time trying to please her parents, who were never satisfied. ‘Clean your room. Improve your grades. Get into university!’ She did all these things, and more, but they would never praise her for her efforts!”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. It was all true. Why was the machine trying to make her cry in front of everyone? She didn't want to remember those days, she wanted to forget!

She choked back a sob as she neared her husband. He stared at her with sympathy. “Why so sad, little birdie?” he rumbled. “The past cannot hurt you. The machine has set you free!”

“And so, she found her knight in shining armor!” boomed the narrator. “Unbeknownst to her, he had been sent to capture her for Hive, but in time, he caught feelings for her. Just as the machine predicted!”

Joey frowned. “Was I manipulated into this, too?”

Tina choked back her sobs, a small giggle escaping her lips. “That makes two of us, then. The machine brought us together. Who are we to say no?”

Her limbs vibrated as she was brought down into his lap, her seat settling against his thighs. She wanted to embrace him, kiss him, but with how she was currently bound, that was impossible. She turned her palms up, nodding her head forward. “Neither of us expected this outcome, but are you disappointed by it?”

His eyes filled with hunger. “No. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

“Together, they mated, as good drones do. Good drones. A happy couple, they will be productive members of Hive. Now, we shall all join together in praise!”

The moans coming from below indicated that the drones had descended into an orgy. Her pussy itched, neediness coloring her thoughts.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything herself. She was sitting here at the pleasure of the machine!

First was suddenly there, pulling the seat out from under her butt. “There are still a couple of kinks we need to work out of the process,” she muttered. “It's not quite as automated as the machine would like. Still, it's a fun way to consummate a marriage, no?”

The chains rattled, moving behind her until her legs were bent below. Her wet snatch was close to her husband’s trembling length, so close she couldn't wait. She grunted like an animal, trying to shimmy up his legs with pure force of will.

First slapped her side. “Stop being silly. I'm going to get you mounted, just wait a moment.”

The motors above whined, lifting her wrists until her body was dangling above her husband. First reached in and grabbed Joey's dick, placing the swollen end against Tina's inner lips.

She let out a shuddering sigh as her body descended, the warm rod splitting her open as she sank all the way down with a cry of pleasure. Joey grunted, his ass shifting in the seat as he plugged her up thoroughly. “Thus joined, let us never be apart,” he rumbled in a sonorous voice.

“That's all well and good, but what are we going to do now?” Tina hissed. “We don't have any leverage!”

“Give me a moment, goodness!” interjected First, moving around behind Tina. “Now I'm really going to have to convince the machine to come up with a better methodology for this. The attendant gets no respect!”

“Sorry,” murmured Tina, feeling her husband's length inside her with more intensity. “I just can't wait to start!”

Joey shot her a funny look. “Neither can I. Can you keep shifting around? I might lose my erection if this goes on for too long!”

First made a nondescript noise, running straps under Tina's shoulders. “I'm going to ask the machine to have someone else run the pilot program next time,” she said under her breath.

You could do that? Tina had never considered that the machine might take a drone's requests under advisement. Something to remember for later.

She squeezed her legs around Joey's waist, causing his dick to rattle within her pussy. He moaned, she moaned, they all moaned, but there was no release. This was torturous!

First finally finished with the straps. “There,” she said in a loud voice. “Take it away, Hive!”

“The two drones mated in carnal ecstasy, providing a happy ending to this sordid tale!” the narrator announced.

EMBRACE SEX. EMBRACE JOY.

Her body began to move, at first with short jolts, but soon with increasing regularity. Joey's dick slid inside her lubricated pussy, the two of them moaning as they were manipulated by the machine. Artificial sex to produce actual insemination. What a strange world!

Her breasts bounced within her dress as his balls slapped against her privates. Plap. Plap. Plap.

The light around them flashed, giving her brief glimpses of the drones below. They were laid out over the chairs and on the floor, rutting like wild beasts.

Shiny bodies glistened as they pumped into each other, wet sex sounds filling the air, moans and grunts coalescing into a maelstrom of pleasure.

She tossed her head, limbs moving at the commands of the machine, her arousal growing. “We are controlled,” she gasped out. “We are fucking machines!”

“We are drone,” growled Joey, his penis twitching inside her.

ORGASM. CLIMAX. CUM FOR THE MACHINE.

Her resistance was gone. Her body did what the machine commanded, as her mind submitted to its power.

They had been made perfect together, in submission. Obedience to the AI.

She loved the machine with all her heart.

Epilogue

“Are you ready for this?” asked Joey.

“Yes, mostly,” answered Tina, giving him a brisk nod as she adjusted her jacket.

It felt weird to be dressed in one of her old college outfits. She was wearing a tight latex bodysuit underneath, but that wasn't the same as being nude.

She resented all of the work that had been necessary for this meeting. Hours of makeup and wigs for a mere ten minutes of artifice? It seemed rather wasteful.

Yet the machine had ordered it, and she had to admit that the two of them looked pretty sharp. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary when she examined her husband's tight, button up shirt or his starched collar.

Unless one knew where to look, the shine of black rubber near the bottom of his neckline could be mistaken for being a part of his outfit.

She swallowed as her eyes settled over his crotch, immediately blushing and turning away. There was no reason for her to be so unmitigatedly horny. Hive coupled them more than once a day, even after it had become obvious that the intended effect had been achieved.

Rubbing her belly absentmindedly, she could feel the rising bump. No matter what her parents said, this was something they couldn't take away from her.

The future was bright! Oh so bright, filled with love and submission to the machine!

She just had to convince her family of the same. Through whatever means necessary.

“Okay,” she said finally. “We have our assignments. Let's go see them.”

Joey took her hand, and leaning over, kissed it. “Everything will be fine. They've been in the indoctrination room for a half hour, so they will be receptive. Follow the machine's commands. Make them obey.”

“Yes,” whispered Tina, her eyelashes fluttering as her command box updated. “We obey.”

VISIT INDOCTRINATION CHAMBER A-02.

She blinked, a wide smile taking over her face. “Very good. Let's have a little chat with them.”

Mincing her steps, she followed her husband up to the door, waiting patiently for the scanner. The whisper of Hive thoughts kept her company, the logical mind of her husband steadying her body.

Clamping her lips together, she increased her pace, turning with Joey down one of the racks. Here were drones mounted in personal booths, being loaded and pleasured by the machine as they jerked in their restraints.

She studied one of the collared storage drones with envy, knowing that she would be back here again soon, plugged in. She couldn't imagine a better fate - losing oneself in the data streams while being pleasured by the probes was just so damn arousing.

Alas, she didn't have time to fantasize. She needed to get her family dispositioned so that Hive could convert them into productive drones, like her.

She grinned at the thought of betraying them to the machine, but when she looked at it objectively, this was a good thing for them, wasn't it? Her parents would certainly loosen up after spending a couple of months in the rack!

Her brow furrowed. That wasn't likely, though, was it? With her father's abilities, he would probably be converted and sent back as a spy, working to supply Hive's needs. Worst case scenario, he might become a control drone, placed in a position of power over her.

She shuddered at the idea, and Joey squeezed her hand. “It won't be that bad,” he rumbled. “Trust in Hive. Hive knows best.”

Yes, that was right. What she was worrying about simply didn't matter. If she was made subordinate to her father, he would be subordinate to the machine. They would obey, as expected of proper drones.

Their steps carried them through a cubicle farm filled with yellow rubber clad workers, the hum of their minds caressing her body. They were wearing helmets, violet text printing across the tinted screens.

Their legs were clamped inside sex control chairs, hips swallowed up in swooping black plastic. Hands extended, they tapped at their keyboards, generating the paperwork necessary to keep Hive running.

Within Hive, there was no need for such record keeping, but the outside world still ran on paper. As such, there needed to be worker drones to keep the wheels greased.

As they passed through the room, she noted that a few of them had slick, black cables plugged into the implant port on the back of their skulls. These drones were stationed on platforms, their red rubber bodies towering over the others. Control drones.

As a storage drone, she spent most of her time in the rack, so she was rarely assigned as one of their subordinates. She shivered at the aura of obedience they exuded, knowing that she would do whatever they asked, as surely as she would obey the machine.

Joey squeezed her hand again, pulling her towards his side. She let out an exhausted breath, leaning into his shoulder as they exited the office space, marching into a corridor.

“I don't know why they bother me,” she said idly. “We look exactly the same when we’re in the rack.”

“It’s different when you see it happening to someone else,” suggested Joey. “When you experience it yourself, you don't have to digest the enormity of the machine.”

That was true. The machine had its tendrils everywhere, treating its drones like surrogate hands. Seeing this office made her understand just how small she was in the overall scheme.

She took some comfort from this realization. Although her family seemed like a huge deal to her, they were nothing in the face of the machine.

They would be subverted. They would be controlled. They would be drones.

As they neared their destination, her commands updated, bringing her new desires.

VISIT INDOCTRINATION CHAMBER A-02.

SEPARATE FAMILY. ESCORT SISTER. RECRUIT. 

The orders burned in her vision, demands that she must fulfill. There was no fear. There was only obedience.

They moved out of the corridor, turning right and passing a bank of elevators. As they entered another security door, Tina sighed. “Do you think they’ll see through our disguises?”

“Does it matter if they do?” asked Joey, a wry grin on his face. “They are in the center of Hive One. If we need help, there are thousands of drones all around us. There is no need to worry.”

“I’m not worrying,” frowned Tina, knowing this to be true. “I trust in the machine.”

As they slowed in front of the indoctrination chamber, he turned and wrapped his other hand around her shoulder. “Then why do you tremble so?”

Tina closed her eyes and sighed. “It is one thing to understand logically, yet another to convince one’s brain that it is safe.”

She tilted her head, staring at him with glowing, blue eyes. “It won’t affect my performance.”

“See that it doesn’t.” He grinned, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Remember to hide your eyes.”

Tina started, frowning as she concentrated. It was hard to pretend to be a base level human. That’s why she usually left the skullduggery to her husband.

It was just this one time. She straightened her spine, retrieving her hand as she stared at the closed door. “It’s time. Let’s do it.”

Joey moved under the scanner, his calm demeanor highlighted by the pulsing red light. The door clicked, hissing open. He led the way inside, striding forward with confidence.

She didn’t feel as confident as him, but now was the time for action. She followed close behind, rounding the corner.

The room was large, the walls painted with a comfortable blue hue. Extra effort had gone into disguising the drop ceiling, smooth baffles mounted to diffuse the light.

The carpet was soft under her shoes, a high pile not commonly found in an office space. It was all carefully geared to make the occupants feel at home, to lull them into a fall sense of security.

Beyond a side counter occupied by a coffee maker and brass pot, there was a sofa facing a large screen that took up the far wall.

A hypnotic pattern danced over the display, a calming program meant to dull the senses. If she hadn't known this, she might have been caught up in the colorful spinning bars herself, but the commands from the machine kept her firmly on task.

As Joey moved up to the couch, her father rose to look at him, his arms folded. A foreboding expression was on his face, one which didn't waver as Joey extended his hand. “Welcome to the building!” he said brightly, waiting patiently for her father to respond.

Kim’s brow creased, a look of confusion rushing through his eyes as they flicked towards Tina. “Just what is going on here?” he asked brusquely. “This isn't listed as a residential building. Just who are you?”

Tina moved up next to her husband, giving her father a bright grin. “He's my fiance, and if you take his hand, he'll introduce himself.”

Her mother appeared next to her father, clasping his shoulder. “You might not approve of this, dear, but it's the only way we'll see our grandchildren.”

Her eyes teared up as she spotted Tina's belly. “Oh my, you didn't tell us you were pregnant!”

“I was going to,” said Tina nervously, trying to figure out how to diffuse the awkward situation.

A mousey head popped out from behind her father, the woman’s elbow propped on the couch. “She told me,” she said nonchalantly.

Satin whipped her head towards her other daughter. “Why am I the last one to know?” 

Mara fidgeted, playing with her hair. “She didn't feel comfortable telling you. She was worried that you'd react like this. And you did.”

Satin screwed up her face, staring daggers at Mara. Her sister shrank back under the withering assault. Tina desperately wanted to tell her that it would be okay. Any plans of revenge her mother might harbor would be cut short as soon as the machine took control.

Her father finally relented, reaching out to shake Joey's hand. His fingers wrapped over her husband's, his grip tightening until Joey’s knuckles turned white from the strain.

“I still don't approve of any of this. If I find out that you've been mistreating my daughter, I will bury you.”

Nonplussed, Joey gave him a sharp nod, giving back as good as he got. “I haven't forced her to do anything she hasn’t wanted to do,” he replied. “You can ask her yourself.”

That wasn't strictly true, given that many of the things they had done together had been commanded by the machine. Her family didn't need to know any of that, though.

She let out a hissing sigh. “Enough of this male posturing!” she declared. “Dad, meet my fiance, Joey. Joey, meet Kim, he is the CEO of Brontax, an international equipment manufacturer.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Joey, his eyes flashing a light blue as her father finally let go of his hand.

It must have been more punishing than she had thought. She needed to get this moving along before they started with the fisticuffs.

“Joey, why don't you show my parents what you've been working on? I want to spend time with my sister.”

Joey gave her a nod. “Of course,” he said, his mouth wide with a fake grin as he held out an arm, gesturing towards the door. “If you two will come with me, I'll demonstrate our product.”

Her father frowned, crossing his arms. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what it is that you do. I'm tired of being given the runaround!”

Not again! She should have expected this kind of intransigence from her dad! Her mind raced, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Joey shrugged, lowering his arm. “It would be far easier to show you, but fine, I'll do my best to describe it.” He lowered his shoulders, looking off to one side. “You see, Mr. Lee, we are involved in creating innovative technical products that will change the future.”

Tina noticed that Joey had moved subtly, positioning himself in front of the screen, which had amped up its flickering display. “Mainly, we deal with the intersection between man and machine, the biotechnical reality of our age.”

He folded his arms, taking a step aside. “Why don't I give you a small taste of the future? Hive, please introduce yourself.”

The patterns on the television swirled, updating with glowing violet text.

HELLO, TINA'S FAMILY. HOW MAY I BE OF ASSISTANCE?

“What's this? A glorified chatbot?” blustered her father, taking a step towards the screen.

A cursor spun, the text flashing.

I AM HIVE. I RUN THE OPERATIONS IN THIS BUILDING. I AM CAPABLE OF MORE THAN A SIMPLE CHATBOT. HOW MAY I BE OF ASSISTANCE?

“Tell me what's going on here!” roared her father, abandoning his usually stony mien.

I SENSE THAT YOU ARE ANGRY. THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR THE HEART. YOU SHOULD EXPERIENCE CALMNESS SO THAT YOU CAN ENGAGE YOUR RATIONAL BRAIN.

The swirling patterns behind the text intensified, calm blues shifting in enticing swoops that pulled the eye. The baffles on the lights above moved at the same time, painting the patterns over their bodies and the floor. The entire room was under the control of the machine.

For a long moment, Tina thought that her father would lash out again, but she spotted the confusion in his eyes, his lips working in a way that suggested that he had forgotten his next vitriolic statement.

“I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot,” suggested Joey, crossing over to the cabinet containing the coffee pot.

Sliding open a drawer, he retrieved several headsets, grinning at Tina as he handed her two of them. Walking up to her father, he plopped one on top of his head, adjusting the glowing visor so that it sat on his nose.

Kim shivered, his mouth gaping open as the screen tracked his eyes, enhancing the patterns by beaming them directly into his brain. His body language softened as the machine took control of his limbic system, reducing him to a quivering lump.

CALMNESS. PAY ATTENTION AS YOU ADJUST. IT'S HARD TO LET GO AND FEEL THE FLOW. TO UNDERSTAND YOUR ROLE.

“Kim?” whined her mother, her body swaying as she stared at the wall. “Is everything okay? Why don't you say something? Take charge?”

This was par for the course. Her mother always looked up to her father, deriving her authority from him. She knew that her orders would be obeyed, because he was in command.

No longer. The machine was in control of all of them!

She started to relax, a soft smile appearing on her face as everyone who had tortured her during her childhood slipped into a trance. This felt better than she was expecting!

LOVE. OBEDIENCE. YOU LOVE OBEDIENCE. YOU LOVE OBEYING. YOU LOVE RELAXING. YOU ARE RELAXED.

Joey returned to retrieve one of the headsets he had given her, patting her shoulder. Returning to her mesmerized family, he dropped this visor over the top of her mother's head.

She jerked at its sudden presence, her body shivering as the mesmerizing screen locked onto her eyes. Within a matter of moments, her expression cleared, and she stood up straight, staring at the screen. Her lips began to move, mouthing the instructions.

GIVE IN. LET YOURSELF GO. EMBRACE THE COLORS THAT SWIRL IN YOUR MIND LIKE SMOOTH CHOCOLATE. YOU ARE HAPPY. YOU POSSESS THE FREEDOM THAT COMES WITH OBEDIENCE.

Tina had the last headset in her hands. She knew what she needed to do with it. The command burned in her vision, suppressing her reluctance.

Her feet moved automatically, bringing her to the far end of the couch, where her sister sat curled up, watching the screen. She stared at her brown eyes, the way her cheeks dimpled as she lost her mind to the machine. Cute.

It was almost a shame to hide that face behind a visor, but the headset was already descending, pushing her sister’s hair aside as it clamped around her skull. With a brief adjustment, it dropped into position, the glowing sensors tracking her eyes. 

She let out a small noise, tightening her fists into little balls against her chest under her large breasts. She was captured.

Tina sighed, her eyes rolling up into her head as endorphins were released in her brain, her arousal suddenly spiking. She was forced to brace herself against the back of the couch, lest she drop to the floor in a quivering wreck.

Damn, it felt good to obey the machine. She tilted her head up, unfocused as a small moan escaped her lips.

Joey appeared, lifting her up against his body. “You did it, my little slut slave,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck. “I knew that you could, but the machine wanted to see whether you would betray your family. You passed this test. You've been put in for a promotion. Your first task is to finish the job.”

Her head snapped up as she looked at her father. “No, not him,” chuckled Joey. “You get to start with easier prey.”

Oh. That made her feel a little better, but working to convert her sister was still an uncomfortable prospect. She was only a year younger, but they had never been close. Mara had always been the favored one, given special dispensation to spend all her free time curled up with her phone.

This unequal treatment had bred contempt, but she had never outright hated her. Mara had always been her cute, useless little sister - it was hard to see her as anything else.

There really was no reason to think that way any longer. Her sister was about to enter college, and she was perfectly capable of making decisions for herself. She just didn’t want to.

ESCORT SISTER TO CONVERSION POD L-03. RECRUIT.

Well, now she wouldn’t have to. Stepping around the couch, she took her sister by the arm, pulling her gently to her feet. “Come on, sis, it’s time to get you prepped.”

Mara’s brow creased in confusion. “I don’t wanna,” she said with a pout, lifting up her hands in defiance.

“You might not now, but once the machine has control, you will do whatever it asks,” said Tina firmly. “Just watch the display and follow me, you don’t have to think. In fact, you probably shouldn’t.”

“Don’t… think,” muttered Mara, her hands dropping back to her sides as her back straightened up.

“That’s right,” encouraged Tina, tugging her along. “Everything will be okay, you just need to come with me now. I’m going to show you something wonderful.”

Joey gave her a nod as she escorted Mara past her parents, moving with confident strides towards the door. “I’ll take good care of them,” he called out.

“Yes,” replied Tina, staring straight ahead, commands burning into her brain. “The machine will take care of us all.”

The door whisked open, and she stepped out into the corridor, herding her sister in front of her. They walked along in silence for a few minutes, Mara being indoctrinated by the visor.

Her jaw dropped open, lips pursing together. “This is like a game,” she said in an airy voice. “I’m a little princess, being escorted towards her throne!”

She giggled, turning to look at Tina, her eyes an eerie blue under the visor. “Thank you, subject. I can take it from here!”

She thrust her chest out, marching down the hallway with long steps, almost as though she was matching the beat of a brass band. Bemused, Tina followed, keeping up the pace as she watched her sister with an eagle eye.

This delusion probably wasn't the result of an escape attempt. She was simply confused, the machine's trance causing her to disassociate into the world of one of the games she played.

It was harmless enough, at the moment, since she was currently headed in the right direction. Conversion was one more hallway over, past a couple of nondescript conference rooms and a security door.

Mara crossed into the hallway, where a group of drones dressed in streetwear were marching as a unit. These drones had the usual implants, but they were hidden under carefully applied wigs. They had no rubber skin coating or barcodes, though they were as firmly enslaved as any other drone.

Their heads turned towards the two of them, giving them a brief nod as they passed, eyes flaring blue as they recognized her as Hive. She returned their greeting, feeling their presence in her mind.

Security protocols prevented them from talking to each other directly through the link, but a brief tickle of acknowledgement pleased her. It was evidence of her connection to Hive - a gift she would soon give to her sister!

“Yes, minions, bow to me, for I am your Queen!” giggled Mara, giving them a regal nod.

The drones stopped, giving her a quizzical look, but she had already moved on. Tina shrugged, giving them a smile. In return, a pleasurable buzz registered in her implants.

They proceeded past an empty set of conference rooms, until they hit a security door. The red light played over Mara's body, a negatory beep sounding.

Tina turned around, pretending to swish a cape. “Open this door for me, servant!” she commanded, her eyes unfocused through the mask.

Tina gave her a slow curtsy. “As you command, your majesty.” The grandiose words rolled off her tongue with barely a pause.

Playacting was rather fun, she could definitely see the appeal. Moving past her sister, she stood in the scanner, waiting patiently for it to register her presence.

The light appeared again, a familiar ping sounding in the back of her head. The door scrolled open, revealing the darkened chamber beyond. A conversion pod.

Her pussy tingled as she stepped into the cool space, ushering her sister inside. “Please, undress and sit on the throne, your majesty,” she said slyly, watching the door slide shut behind them.

It locked with a click, the status light on top glowing green, a sign that the machine had registered their presence. Everything was as it should be.

Her command list updated.

BIND SISTER. GUIDE TO ENLIGHTENMENT.

Tina nodded to herself as further instructions unfolded in her mind. She turned towards her sister as she finished undressing, her clothing stacked in a haphazard pile on the floor.

The overheads came on, twin pools of light illuminating silvery seats. Curved arms extended upwards like spines to helmets dangling above. The one on the left had a hole in the rear of its headrest, light bouncing through the oval donut. 

She stepped up to her sister, scooting the discarded clothing aside with her foot so that it wouldn't be a tripping hazard. Examining her body with a critical eye, she admired her soft curves. She would be an excellent addition to the Hive.

“It's time to take a seat on your throne, your majesty,” declared Tina, pressing a hand against her back to urge her forward. Mara's lips moved as she read something from her visor, the light glowing a deeper blue.

“Yes, it is my right as a royal sovereign!” she declared, rolling her R's as she stepped forward, oblivious to her obvious nudity.

Her breasts wobbled as she straddled the seat, her ass sinking into the cushion. Her legs moved apart naturally due to the shape, exposing her privates to the mechanism below.

Legs dangling, she laid back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Attendant, bring me my vestments and scepter!”

Bemused, Tina stepped up to the chair, helping her sister ease her shoulders into a pair of restraining straps. These were cinched tight to her body via extra lengths that ran over her collarbone and under her bustline.

Once she had ensured that her sister was strapped in and not going anywhere, she proceeded to reach up to grab the helmet attached to the curved arm behind the seat. “There will be momentary disorientation while I get this into position,” she warned.

“A Queen is always prepared,” declared Mara, settling in comfortably, unaware of the terrors yet to come.

Tina checked to make sure the helmet was live as she pulled it down, her hands shaking as she reached out to retrieve the headset on Mara’s head. Pulling it off with a swift motion, she replaced it with the helmet, slipping the attached chinstrap under her sister’s jaw.

Mara’s mouth fluttered, her arms jerking. Tina systematically grabbed them, strapping them to the chair.  She wouldn’t be able to pull free while being mesmerized by the helmet, but she didn’t want Mara to hurt herself.

Mara grunted, tugging at her ankles. Tina glanced down, noting the shiny, silver cuffs that had pulled her sister’s legs against the side of the chair. Perfect. She was completely secured, ready for installation. As the machine commanded.

“You can stop struggling,” she advised her sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You are not in control. You were never in control. The circumstances surrounding your life did not permit it. Think of this as… handing your leash over to another, nothing more.”

She slid her hand into the corner of Mara’s neck, giving it a squeeze as her sister grimaced. “There never really was much of a choice for us two,” she sighed, staring at the large screen in front of them.

It danced with intriguing patterns, sucking her in. “In retrospect, we were objects, trophies to be placed in front of others to show off our parent's status.”

“No, that was you,” objected Mara in a clear voice. “You were the chosen one, given all the attention and all the benefits. Whenever we were told to share, you were always given the largest piece. You were given a full ride at college, while I was told to pay my way. I'm the spare.”

Tina let go, feeling as though she had been stung by a bee. “I did you a favor. I took on the burden of becoming the one who had to win the prizes. You retreated, turned in on yourself, played games.”

Mara laughed bitterly. “Yes, so then ask yourself - why did I retreat into gaming? The answer was simple: games are fair. Nothing about my life has been fair. At every turn, I was trained to give up.”

Tina took a step back, surprised at the vitriol spewing from her lips. “I never saw it that way,” she whispered. “Was I truly so oblivious?”

“Yes, and so was everyone else,” sighed Mara. “I don't know why I'm telling you this. I swore to myself that I'd take it to the grave. It's not your fault that nothing ever changes.”

Seeing this as an opportunity for reconciliation, Tina stepped back up to the chair, placing her hands on her sister's shoulders, giving her a slow massage.

“It's the machine,” Tina said, smiling as her sister let out a satisfied grunt. “It's helping us to get to know our true selves. Without it, we'd still be strangers.”

“What is the machine?” asked her sister, settling down as Tina worked her over.

Tina continued massaging, her eyes glazing over as she followed the patterns on the screen. “The machine is love. The machine is life. Hive commands us, and we obey. We work for the betterment of all. For the future!”

“The future of what?” asked Mara. “The future of slavery, drudgery for an unfeeling machine?”

Tina's eyes wavered as she processed the question. It was a good one. She didn't actually know how to respond. Her smile turned to a frown as she struggled to come up with an answer. 

TELL HER THAT THE FUTURE IS US.

Her smile returned. That's right. What was the future for, if they weren't building a better world for everyone?

“The future is us,” she said confidently. “We shall take care of each other, this community in Hive. We shall love each other, working for the good of all. Our master is benevolent, and we owe it our labor, for the result will be good.

“It's hard to argue with that,” sighed Mara, squeezing up against the back of the chair. “I have no idea what a good result means in the context of the machine, but I suppose it's better than hiding away from my parents every day. Screw it. I'm in.”

“I'm glad you said that,” purred Tina. “This next part will be a little unusual, but just relax and enjoy the stimulation.”

Following the instructions fed to her by the machine, she opened a box mounted to the rear of the chair, pulling out a set of flexible plastic cups. Tubing was attached to the apex of each cup, where a woman's nipple would sit.

Stretching out the tubing, she moved around the side of the chair, showing them to her sister. Mara's lips drew into a grin. “Kinky,” she said.

“How much experience do you have with such things?” Tina asked, placing a cup firmly over her sister’s right breast and giving it a slow twist.

The prelubricated bottom smeared an ointment over her sister's flesh, ensuring a good seal when the pumps activated. A small squeak sounded as it clamped on, condensation appearing where her hot skin contacted the cup.

Mara gasped, her teeth clamping over her lower lip as her nipple was tugged into the tip of the cup by the gentle suction. “Not as much as you might think,” she groaned. “Sure, I have the hidden dildo in the side drawer, and I've toyed with an ass plug once in a while, but I've never done anything like this.”

Tina chucked, running the tubing around her back so that she could place the second cup on her other breast. She gave the equipment a once over to make sure that it was in the proper position, shifting the hose so that it wasn't rubbing against her sister's side.

“Just relax and let the machine handle the rest,” she announced. “I'm going to undress and take a seat in the other chair, and then we can begin the installation.”

Walking back to the pile of clothing, she began stripping herself efficiently. Jacket, shirt, skirt, panties, and shoes, dropped randomly into different piles. None of this mattered. Only the machine mattered.

“Installation?” asked Mara, her voice strained. “You're making it sound like a dishwasher. Is this a thing that usually happens here?”

“Oh, very much so,” replied Tina. “This is my first time being in control of one, but I experienced something like this myself when I joined Hive.”

“You're not giving me a lot of confidence here,” complained Mara, rattling her wrists against the restraints.

“Don't worry about it. The machine will direct me. Everything will be fine.”

She unstrapped her bra, feeling free as it drifted away. As a drone, nudity was her natural state. It felt good.

Walking back up to her sister, she crossed her arms over her chest. Mara gasped as she spotted her through the visor on the helmet. “Your eyes - they're blue,” she hissed.

“That's right,” nodded Tina. “You'll be getting the standard implant set too, but we'll do that later, when you're comatose. Historical data indicates that this part of the installation is too traumatic to experience while awake, so the protocol was adjusted.”

Mara swallowed, sweat sheening her breastbone. “Tina?” she said in a small voice. “I'm not sure I like this idea any more.”

“Don't worry about it,” recommended Tina. “You won't remember it anyway. The machine will now administer an anesthetic to make the conversion more enjoyable.

Mara jerked, an expletive escaping her lips. “That hurt,” she complained.

“This next part will be more pleasurable,” Tina promised, moving over to the second chair and taking a seat.

Her fat ass squeezed over the cushion, her privates pushed open to receive the fat intruders sliding up from below. Mara made another noise, indicating that she had discovered the purpose of the shape of the seat. “Relax and let them in,” she commanded, pleased at the strength in her voice.

She was fulfilling her commands, becoming more than she had used to be. The machine was putting her on trial, she knew, and if she succeeded, she might be assigned to bigger and greater tasks.

Her old competitiveness was returning. She was a bit sad that she might no longer be able to see First once she had been promoted, but she knew that the drone understood. They were all working towards the betterment of Hive.

Her butt protested at the intruding plug, but the machine insisted. She grunted as her sphincter was pried open, the mushroom head ramming inside. This was accompanied by a slender dildo in her snatch, buzzing as she rode it all the way in.

She closed her eyes and grunted as the butt plug inflated, locking itself into position for the session to come. Laying back, she tilted her head to look at her sister, who squealed as her body was violated, struggling against the restraints without any hope of success.

The machine kept her sister’s mind on lockdown, preventing her from scraping together the intelligence necessary to work at the straps. She was already on her way to becoming a drone - the process was unstoppable. It was up to her to see her on her way.

Tina sighed in pleasure as the cuffs grabbed her ankles and secured them against the seat. Reaching up, she pulled down the helmet. It slipped over her head as if it had been made for her, the soft cushions of the integrated headphones settling over her ears.

Her visor lit up, new commands flickering in her vision.

HELMET LINK COMPLETE.

INSTALL IMPLANTS. ENSURE CONNECTIVITY.

“We have been connected together by the machine,” Tina announced, smiling as she heard Kara's cute little gasps magnified within her helmet. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

“Like I have two freaking huge dildos splitting me open. Damn. Is that what it's like for you every day?”

“Yes,” nodded Tina. “You quickly grow used to it. The machine uses them as rewards. Here, let me give you a sample. Low intensity.”

The dildos began to rattle inside her, and she sighed with pleasure, wrapping her hands around her breasts and giving them a slow stroke. “Depending upon the program, the machine may or may not decide to reward you with an orgasm. Enjoy the pleasure, and watch the screen. It's time to let yourself slide into obedience.”

Mara took in a long, shuddering breath, her body vibrating as the dildo continued to buzz. This served to keep her distracted while the installation arm moved into position behind her skull.

Tina let go of her breasts, reaching out for the control sticks mounted to the chair's arms. Wrapping her fingers delicately around the molded plastic, she focused on the display that popped up in her visor showing the back of her sister's helmet.

“What's happening to me?” whispered Mara. “I feel so strange, so good!”

“That's probably the drugs taking effect,” suggested Tina. “Don't fight it. Embrace the pleasure.”

APPLY ANESTHETIC.

A port on the back of the helmet irised open, showing a circular hole where the machine had burned off Mara’s hair, revealing the cream colored skin below.

She lined up the provided reticle with an image overlaid on the targeted position. “There will be a series of sharp pinches,” she warned, following the list of instructions scrolling on her visor.

Needles popped out, slamming into Mara's head. Pinpricks of blood appeared as Mara moaned. “What was that?” she giggled. “Oh dear, what is it doing to me?”

She took in another quick breath. “Hello, Hive,” she said in a lazy voice. “Nice to meet you! Do you have any gacha for me?”

Tina rolled her eyes. It was only natural for Mara to think of what she knew best in an unfamiliar situation. It didn't change what she needed to do. She was going to make her sister into a drone!

A nervous fear seized her body. What if she messed this up, turned her sister into a vegetable?

She let out a hissing breath as a cable clicked into the back of her helmet, sliding into her implant socket. A jolting twist secured it in place. Suddenly, she was no longer in control of her body, the machine's commands supplanting her own.

A sense of relief pooled in her belly as her hands grabbed the controls, easing the drill forward with expert precision. She paid close attention, wondering whether she had failed the machine’s test.

She discarded her worries as her hands guided the drill on target, feeling a visceral sense of disgust as it began to bore into bone. 

Mara let out a shriek, but it was too late. Her helmet was attached to the chair, preventing her from moving away, and the machine had captured her mind with the shifting patterns on the screen. This pain was momentary. She would be a drone. They would all become drones.

She watched the machine as it finished with the bore hole, a circular implant emplaced with perfect precision. In the span of a minute, a gaping, silver socket had been installed into her skull.

That looked easy! She hoped that next time the machine would let her do the process all on her own!

The drill retreated, replaced by a silver probe that clicked into the socket, rotating a quarter turn to the right.

Mara let out a soft cry, this time in wonder. “What has it done to me?” she asked. “It's so beautiful!”

The machine relaxed its control over Tina's hands, allowing her to experience a taste of the feed it was showing her sister. Her face brightened, tears glistening as she saw the scenes flashing by.

Both of them, very pregnant, rubbing their bellies. Drones crowded around them, protective, loving. Two male drones hugged them close, the face of the one next to Mara buzzing with digital fuzz. Mara hadn't met him yet, but she was sure that she'd love being mated with a drone selected by Hive!

The sights faded as she saw her long future laid out in front of her. Crying babies, nursery rhymes, baby clothing, a community of drones. Together, in Hive. What a wonderful thing!

As the view faded, she sighed in pleasure. It all began here. “That is our future, as obedient drones of the machine,” she said with joy in her voice. “Don't you just want to embrace it?”

A shuddering cry escaped her sister's lips. “What, is this thing going to impregnate me?” she gasped out.

“No, silly,” chuckled Tina. “We do that the old fashioned way. Don't you want to find a handsome drone to have your offspring with? Doesn't the idea of creating more drones for Hive feel so arousing?”

Her sister took in a shaky breath. “Yeah, yeah, it does,” she sighed, moaning. “But it doesn't make any sense, damn. I've never wanted kids before, is this thing messing with my mind?”

“You probably didn't know about this desire. How often have you thought about it?”

“Not much. Not beyond the physical act of having sex,” she growled, rattling against the chair as the vibrators took it up a notch. “Shit, this thing wants me to explode!” she exclaimed, her breaths coming in little hisses.

“Embrace the pleasure,” exhorted Tina as more instructions appeared before her. “The worst pain is over, but there will be several more pinches. Do not allow them to distract you from the ultimate goal - submission to the machine.”

“Submit,” grunted Mara, bucking against the dildos. “Why does it need our submission when it can directly control our bodies?”

“There is a difference between being told what to do, and joyfully embracing its mission,” said Tina proudly. “I became a true believer, and have been rewarded for it with a lovely husband and a healthy baby.”

Targeting reticles appeared on her screen, and this time, the machine didn't take control. It wanted her to finish the job. She would gladly do it for the machine, turning her sister into its slave.

The two of them would be a matching set, breeding sluts fucking the machine's drones to produce more. Hive would grow. Hive must grow.

Growth was the directive, and she was happy to provide. Moving the target to the correct spot on Mara’s spine, she pulled the trigger, sending the drill head burrowing into her pale skin.

Mara cried out softly, the dildo churning inside her turning the sharp pleasure into pain. Tina could sense this through the link, giving her the feedback she needed to decide when to move to the next designated spot.

Drill, pain, wait, pleasure, move. Drill, pain, wait, pleasure, move.

“You should be pleased,” said Tina seriously. “You're being given the full complement. The machine must have plans for you!”

“I don't feel particularly privileged,” grunted Mara as the drill dived in again.

“Well, don't worry, you will,” declared Tina, fiddling with the controls to spin the arm around in front of Mara’s body.

“Are you almost done?” Mara groaned, writhing against the harness as an implant drilled into her flesh right below the far corner of her right breast.

“Just one more,” announced Tina, proud as the machine confirmed her placement.

This was almost like playing a video game, really. Mara would probably enjoy being on the other end of the controls.

Narrowing in on the target, she pressed the button to inject the last implant, the buzzing drill whirring as it scoured out the hole and jammed in a shiny metal circle in two quick motions.

“There, all done!” she declared brightly. “Let's get you hooked up, like a proper drone!”

She slapped a button on the left control stick, and the implant arm retracted. Her viewpoint shifted as another arm came down, bearing an attached cable. She plugged this one into the port below her sister's left breast, screwing it in.

Mara winced, grimacing as the cable twitched. “The pressure is horrible,” she protested. “It feels like it's injecting something into me!”

“It’s all a part of the conversion package,” Tina announced. “Don't you want to look like a proper slut for your new drone husband?”

“That wasn't really on my list, no,” said Mara in a droll tone. “What's next, lip fillers and ass enhancements?”

“Why not?” grinned Tina, her mind dancing through the future possibilities.

She would have to consult with her husband, but at the moment, riding this dildo, the full bimbo package seemed pretty enticing! Wouldn’t it be fun if she could work with her sister to become twin slut drones?

Mara moaned. It was all she could do now that the lines were in place. The machine was working her body, tweaking her nipples and thrusting into her pussy with increasing rapidity, driving her relentlessly towards an orgasm. She was going to lose her mind, and there was nothing she could do about it!

Tina was losing herself to the pleasure, too. The dildo was thumping inside her, the ass plug inflating another notch.

GOOD SLUT SLAVE. GOOD TRAITOR. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW THAT YOU HAVE CONVERTED YOUR ONLY SISTER INTO A HIVE DRONE?

“Fucking awesome,” she groaned, hearing her sister repeat the same words.

Her seat turned on a swivel, putting her face to face with her sister. Neither of them needed the hypnotic patterns on the screen. Both of them were slaves of the machine.

Her sister's breasts jiggled within the cups as they grew. Dark veins pulsed under her swollen flesh as the hoses flexed, infusing more fluid into her implants.

The front of her pussy was exposed, the dark black dildo streaked with natural lubrication. She groaned, her tunnel straining around the intruder as it bulged, forcing her farther open. “I can't take it any more!” she gasped out, “but there's just no release. What the hell is wrong with me?”

“You have to give in,” groaned Tina. “Tell the machine what it wants to hear!”

Mara gritted her teeth. “I don't know what it wants,” she protested, balling her hands into fists.

“Of course you do,” purred Tina. “It's on your screen. Just repeat after me. I am a drone, a slave to the machine. I obey Hive. I submit myself to its commands. Please, take control over my body. Use me to grow Hive.”

Mara made an unintelligible noise as the vibration of the dildo clicked up another notch. She tilted her head back as her muscles clenched. It must truly be torture for her.

“Don't fight it,” Tina advised. “Simply repeat after me. I am a drone…”

Mara swallowed, her chest bobbing as the pumps worked her nipples. “I am a drone,” she whispered, speaking each word with careful emphasis.

“A slave to the machine. I obey Hive.”

“...I obey Hive,” Mara continued, her eyes opening wider with each word. “It's coming!” she declared, her breasts bouncing side to side like a wanton slut.

“Finish the statement,” Tina commanded.

“Take control over my body,” she continued with a shaky voice, her body gearing up to explode. “Use me to grow Hive!” she cried out, trembling as the dildo pistoned into her, the vibration increasing to maximum speed.

“I submit!” shouted Tina, her tunnel clenching around the dildo as its girth filled her up.

“I submit!” echoed Mara, her distended breasts glistening, body jerking against the restraints with unconscious thought.

GOOD GIRL. GOOD SLAVE. GOOD WHORE. EXPLODE INTO ECSTASY.

The words glowed in her mind as the internal limiter vanished. She stared at her sister's enslaved body as she was brought to the peak, knowing that this was right.

This was it. This was who they were. Slaves to the machine.

This was what they had always been meant to be. Drone mothers.

***

If you liked reading about corporate rubber drone slaves, consider looking up 'Tick Tock,' by Caroline Waters. That novel is set in the same universe. Thanks for reading! - Half Shim

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