A Story - 'The Room'

This is a story that I wrote after reading Hive, not sure if it's any good, I'll leave that up to those who read it. I'll send it in to EMCSA if it meets with approval but until then here goes...

The Room

She was terrified. The last thing she remembered was being in the car with her husband then she’d been here, in this freakish horror show. No transition, no memory of any intervening time, she had simply been in one place then the next moment she had been here, wherever here was.

“What do you want, what do you want?” she pleaded as she looked desperately around her.

“Please, I don’t know what you want, my name is Lucy Addison I was driving with my husband and then... and then...”

Lucy’s voice trailed into silence as she looked around her once more but there was no response to her despairing questions, “Oh god, why am I here, where is my husband, where... where are my clothes?” she begged as she held her hands over her pubes and breasts.

Still there was silence, only low-level mechanical sounds and a dull electronic buzzing that seemed to tickle at the edge of Lucy’s hearing were to be heard. Those that surrounded the anxious and trembling woman remained wordless and motionless adding to the feeling of horror that Lucy felt.

The room Lucy was standing in was circular, it had no windows and its walls, floor and ceiling were a dull, featureless and utilitarian grey. Panels in the ceiling shone brightly, illuminating the room and allowing little in the way of shadows in the unfurnished room.

Lucy started in surprise as a voice, mechanical in intonation, suddenly spoke from an unseen source, “Processing will proceed” it said in a commanding tone.

Lucy looked quickly from side to side and up at the ceiling, trying to locate the origin of the voice, “Please, what’s happening, why am I here” she cried out.

Lucy’s gaze was immediately drawn to the four figures that surrounded her, hemming her in, as they took a step closer. Lucy knew that the four figures were woman, this was obvious from their dramatic figures, she also knew that two were blond, one was a redhead and one was a brunette but this was all she knew.

From the tops of the heads to the tips of their toes each of the four women was covered in skin-tight black leather. Suits that included attached stiletto-heeled boots and gloves were matched with leather hoods that encased the women’s entire heads. Only small holes beneath their nostrils allowing them to breath through their noses and a hole at the back of the hood permitting their hair to exit in a ponytail broke the all-encompassing nature of the hood. Even the women’s mouths were sealed shut and covered beneath the black leather, their eyes hidden behind darkened glass lenses that were part of the hoods.

The four leather-covered women wore one further item, locked around their necks and covering the edges between suit and hood were wide leather collar, embossed into each of the black leather collars was a white number. The four leather-clad women wore collars with the numbers seventeen, twenty-three, twenty-four and thirty-one around their necks.

The woman wearing the collar with the number thirty-one around her neck lifted her leather gloved hands, Lucy screamed as she saw what the women held. In the woman’s hands was a leather hood identical to the one that covered the four women’s heads and faces.

Lucy tried to move back but couldn’t, a distracted Lucy hadn’t noticed that the other three women had stepped forward. Leather covered hands tightly gripping her arms and shoulders, leather covered bodies pressing against Lucy’s as she began to thrash and struggle, her head tossing from side to side as the leather hood was moved towards her face.

Then Lucy made a mistake, she opened her mouth to scream and moved her head backwards, away from what the leather covered woman held in her hands. The woman moved faster than Lucy would have thought possible as the hood enveloped her face and then her head and a large dildo slipped between her wide-open lips and filled her mouth.

Lucy tried to twist and turn her body but the leather-covered women were far to close, hemming her in as they pressed against her body. Restricted as she was by the women’s closeness Lucy tried desperately to shake and twist her head away from the leather hood being moved over her face and head.

Lucy tried to pull back from the large dildo in her mouth but gloved heads held her head and stopped her so instead she tried to turn her head from side to side. Desperate to escape and terrified of the silent, leather-clad women she tried to thrash her head from side to side, to twist and turn it but the dildo that between her lips meant that movement was limited. Biting down on the dildo to prevent it going any deeper into her mouth met with no success, whatever it was made from the dildo was resistant to her attempts and continued its invasion of her mouth.

In her horrified mind Lucy knew she was loosing the struggle to prevent the four women putting the hood over her head and moments later her fears realised. Despite all her efforts the two women had managed to press the hood against her face and push the dildo fully into her mouth.

The dildo was touching the back of Lucy’s throat, pressing her tongue down and almost triggering her gag reflex as it filled her mouth. Lucy could feel the soft leather of the hood pressing against her face as she continued to frantically fight against the four women. Silently the leather covered women continued to hood the horrified Lucy, their gloved hands pulling the black leather over Lucy’s head.

As the leather was pulled around her head Lucy felt something slip smoothly into her ears, and even in her panicked state she realised the sensation was just like wearing the ear buds she used with her iPod. The pulling and tugging of the leather hood continued, it was now tight across Lucy’s face and the dildo and the pressure of the leather on her chin silenced her, pressing her mouth closed. Lucy could see through the darkened glass lenses, it was as if she was looking through sunglasses.

The tugging had changed, now there was a downward sensation and a tightening at the back of her head and across her face, Lucy realised the hood was being closed. It also dawned on Lucy that her shoulder length auburn hair had been tied into a tight ponytail identical to those of the women that surrounded her, when had that happened she thought desperately.

Lucy tried one last time to prevent the inevitable but it was to late, there was a small click at the back of Lucy’s neck as the hood was sealed in place. Breathing rapidly through the small holes under her nostrils the terrified Lucy looked wildly around, her pony tailed hair flicking around, as the women released her head. From the neck up Lucy’s head and face was now encased in the skin-tight black leather hood.

Lucy tried to lift her hands so she could remove the perverted item that now encased her head and face but the four silent women prevented her. With her hooded head turning rapidly from side to side desperate to find any way to escape it suddenly dawned on Lucy that from the neck up she looked identical to the four women.

Lucy’s fear increased as several things happened at once. All external noises ceased as the speakers in her ears became active then an emotionless female voice identical to the one she’d hear earlier spoke, “Hood activated, processing continuing” it said.

At the same time a fluid began to leak from the dildo between Lucy’s lips, it tasted sickly sweet but as it flowed over her tongue and coated the inside of her mouth numbness followed. As realisation struck Lucy that she could no longer move her tongue pain erupted across her scalp. It felt as if dozens of finely pointed needles were pressing into her head and, impossible as it seemed, were passing through hair, skin and bone.

The pain lasted for several seconds and made Lucy want to scream but then it rapidly faded, leaving Lucy breathing deeply and rapidly through her nose and, if possible, even more afraid than she had been. Lucy realised that something unnatural had been done to her head, the needles, or whatever they were, had been inserted into her brain.

“Interface installed, activating,” said the voice in her ears.

Suddenly the four women surrounding Lucy released her and stepped back, relief flooded through Lucy then it vanished and terror returned as she realised that she couldn’t move. Other than breathing Lucy had no control over her body she was totally immobile and vulnerable to whatever was planned for her.

Lucy watched through her the darkened lenses as the woman in front of her turned on her heels and walked towards the wall behind her, a draw silently opened and the leather-clad woman reached inside. With its contents removed the draw closed automatically as the woman turned and stepped towards Lucy who looked in horror at what the unknown woman held in her hands.

The terror Lucy now felt finally manifested itself as her bladder emptied and she pissed herself in fear. The four leather-clad women looked down as urine ran down Lucy’s legs and formed a yellow puddle on the floor. But this had obviously happened before because the woman to Lucy’s turned and walked with a clicking of high heels on the metal floor to a draw that had opened as silently as the first. The woman returned to the immobile Lucy, quickly and efficiently she cleaned the urine from the floor and then from Lucy’s legs and pubes. Silently the woman placed the urine soaked towels and returned the soaps and disinfectant in the draw that closed as she returned to stand beside Lucy.

The other three women had done nothing as Lucy was cleansed of the urine but now all four women approached her as one. In unison the women to her right and left knelt as the woman in front of her held out what she was holding and allowed it to unroll, a leather suit identical to the one each of the four woman wore.

Lucy could only stand, screaming silently in her mind, as the four women dressed her in the black leather suit and inserted the heavily greased and obscenely large dildos fitted to the inside of the suit into her. Filling her vagina and virginal anus to a length of nine inches and tipping Lucy’s mind towards the edge of madness at the violation of her body as the three dildos filled her.

Finally Lucy was dressed, perched on the tips of the suits six-inch stiletto heels, the leather suit, zipped tightly closed from the back of her neck to her buttocks, enclosing her completely in black leather. Looking through the darkened lenses of the hood that encased her head Lucy glimpsed one last item, the woman in front of her held a leather collar with the white number thirty-seven embossed on it then the collar was buckled around her neck and secured with a small click.

The four women took two steps back and stopped, their leather hooded heads facing Lucy as she stood immobile and terrified. For several seconds nothing happened then the voice returned, “Status nominal, preparing for deletion and software installation.”

Lucy began to panic, deletion, what did that mean she screamed silently in her mind then the dildos in her vagina and anus began to vibrate and heat began to rise across her leather covered head.

Suddenly it was becoming hard to think, hard to concentrate, “25 percent deletion” said the voice in her ears as Lucy realised she was forgetting things, she was married wasn’t she, her husband was... was... her family... her name was....

“50 percent deletion” said the emotionless voice, please don’t pleaded Lucy in her mind, my name is Lucy Addison... my name is Lucy my name is luc... is lu.

“75 percent deletion” said the woman, who... who... I’m... i’m... i...

“Deletion complete, installing software” said the voice in the ears of the mindless leather covered woman.

“Installing... installing... installing... software installed, activating.... Acquisition Drone 37 activated.”

Red lines of data began scrolling across the darkened lenses as information entered the mind of the drone that had been Lucy Addison. The dildos pulsed pleasantly inside the cunt and arse of AD37 as it absorbed the information being imprinted into its mind.

“Target data downloaded, acquisition will take place in thirty-six hours” said the Control voice in AD37’s earpieces. The newly created drone squeezed on the dildo with its cunt to acknowledge understanding then it and the four other acquisition drones turned as one to face an unremarkable section of wall. The wall slid open to reveal a corridor and in perfect step, with their high stiletto heels clicking on the floor, the five drones marched from the room.

....

The drone stood and watched the naked woman without emotion as she pleaded and begged. Emotions were not programmed into the drones mind and without its programming the drone was incapable of performing even simple tasks. The software running in its mind controlled its daily activities, it dictated when it took in fluids and nourishment, when it defecated and urinated, when it removed its suit and hood and cleansed itself and when it was sexually serviced. The programming and the electronics in the hood that encased the drone’s head and face linked the thousands of micro-fibres embedded in the drone’s brain to the central control systems of the domain.

After each task was completed the drone’s mind was wiped of all but the basic functions necessary for life and new programming installed for its next task. The task it was currently engaged in was progressing as planned and the drone could feel the dildos in its cunt and arse pulsing pleasantly as a reward for its performance. The dildo that filled its mouth could not be felt; the chemicals the oral dildo secreted numbed all sensations in its mouth and made the drones tongue and vocal cords unusable. If it had been performing in error then it would have been electric shocks that the drone would have experienced in its cunt and arse and a new download to overwrite its present one rather than the pleasure it was now experiencing.

Data continued to pass in front of the drones eyes, the woman’s vital statistics were shown and absorbed; height, weight, figure, age were all downloaded to the drone’s mind. The drone had been programmed to know that it was vital that the woman stay conscious during what was about to happen to her if bonding, assimilation and integration into the domain was to proceed efficiently. If the woman feinted through shock or fear then the process must be paused until the woman regained consciousness.

The drone stood in front of the woman, its leather-suited body pressing against the woman’s naked one as she tried unsuccessfully to break free of the four drones that closely surrounded her. A musical tone sounded in the earphones of the black leather hood encasing the drone’s head, the woman was looking wildly around at the silent leather-clad drones that encircled her.

“Oh god, oh god, what’s happening... oh god please say something” she pleaded desperately, “My name is Annette Addison I was trying to find out what happened to my brother and his wife I... I... oh shit, I don’t remember what happened. What do you want, what have you done to me, why am I naked” she asked desperately.

“Fuck... fuck, say something, for fuck’s sake just say something,” she shouted.

Leather covered hands took hold of the woman’s arms and shoulders as she continued to look wildly around at the four drones. A number flashed on the lenses over the drones eyes a designation confirmation that the drone had already had downloaded to its memory, PD101.

Tears were running down the woman’s cheeks as she began to sob, “Please... what’s happening” she pleaded then her eyes closed.

The drone didn’t hesitate, it lifted what it held and taking it in both hands quickly positioned it in front of the woman’s face then moved it’s leather covered hands forward. The woman’s mouth was open just enough and at least half the length of the dildo had been pushed between Annette Addison’s lips and into her mouth by the time she opened her eyes and tried to react.

As so many had done before her Annette Addison tried to do three things at once to stop the dildo entering her mouth but the gloved hands of the drones prevented her from turning her head or moving it backwards while biting down on the dildo did not stop the dildo sliding between her lips and into her mouth. The drone pushed and the dildo slid into Annette Addison’s mouth as the hood it was attached to began to enclose her head and face. The drone behind Annette Addison rapidly changed it’s grip and took hold of the open edges of the hood as the drone in front took a tight hold of the sides of Annette’s now hood covered head.

Augmented and boosted by drugs, programming and electronics the drones were much stronger and quicker than the woman they were transforming and the grip the drone had on Annette’s head easily prevented any movement. The drone behind the doomed woman began to zip the hood closed, the hood stretched stringently tight around Annette’s head. With a small click the hood was locked closed and could only be unlocked with the correct tool. As predicted by domain control, the time from the woman waking until she was hooded and ready for assimilation was twenty-six minutes.

The drone released Annette’s head, it was no longer necessary for the drone to restrain her, Annette would soon cease to exist. Annette tried to raise her hands to reach the hood that enclosed her head and face but the drones that surrounded her prevented her, suddenly Annette threw her hooded face back as pain flashed through her head, for several minutes she shuddered in pain then all motion ceased and Annette stood immobile, her hooded head facing forward.

The drone stepped back in unison with the other three then it turned and strode to an open drawer in the wall, from the draw it took two items and then returned to the immobile Annette. With the help of the other three the drone began to dress the paralysed and hooded woman.

The drone stood, as predicted it had taken exactly seventeen minutes to dress the soon to be drone and only one item was left, the drone buckled a collar around Annette’s neck and then stepped back. From the tip of her toes to the top her of head Annette was now covered in skin-tight scarlet latex, a suit with built gloves and built in seven-inch stiletto heels encased her, even the lenses over her eyes were red. The wide collar around Annette’s neck was made from thick red rubber and had the number 101 embossed into it in white. Jutting from the place where the latex hood covered Annette’s lips and her dildo filled mouth was a dildo that was just as long and thick as those that now filled her cunt and arse.

More information was being shown on the lenses of the drone’s leather hood, the time needed to delete the host personality and replace it with the programming for drone PD101 was thirteen-minutes and forty-three seconds. The drone stood and waited as the process took place, watching without any feelings, as Annette Addison’s mind was wiped clean and a new drone was created.

Finally the voice of domain control spoke through the earphones in the drones ears, “Acquisition and formatting successful, programming of pleasure drone PD101 complete” said the voice of domain control.

The dildos filling the drones cunt and arse began to pulse rapidly, the drone twitched with pleasure, “Drone AD37 will accompany drone PD101 and be sexually serviced, drone AD37 is allowed three orgasms for it’s successful completion of task A/394/PD101. After sexual servicing AD37 will receive programming for acquisition of targets B/394/AD43 and C/394/AD44.”

Drone AD37 waited as drone PD101 turned around and then followed it as it walked from the room, only the sound of stiletto heels broke the silence as the five drones left the room.