It felt good to be Suited. He breathed in deeply, letting the gas carry him into the proper frame of mind. He was a guard. His only duty was to keep Her safe.
His body moved autonomously as he followed his Queen, matching his steps to hers through the Gestalt. Two other guards walked on either side of Her, black, menacing Drones ready to tackle anyone trying to attack their Queen.
Not that it was likely for any attacks to happen here, inside one of her outposts. Still, it was always a good idea to keep one's guard up. In his case, it was a requirement. The gas in his lungs focused him utterly on his duty, and the plastic globe Installed in the back of his mouth linked him to the Gestalt and the other Drones around him.
They worked together, following a master plan with perfect coordination. Anyone attacking them would have a difficult time, as anything one of them noticed would be communicated to all of them in a blink.
They passed through an operations area, Suited Drones hard at work at their consoles. There was little resistance remaining in the region, but what little there was could still be dangerous. It was their duty to detect it and stamp it out.
A large map on the far wall indicated their current operations. Areas in red were occupied by Hive. Areas in blue were still contested. Every day the red inevitably spread, tendrils spinning out like threads in a neural network. Wires infiltrating the fabric of everyday life, thickening until they became steel rods threaded throughout society. Wrapped so tightly around the core regions that even military force would be unable to remove them.
His Queen was in charge of this region, and she was in his charge. Nobody would stop her from accomplishing Her goals. He would see to it.
The rubber hose attached to his gas mask flexed as he breathed, a calming rhythm that kept him in check. No need to get excited here. The resistance had never before managed to put together a raid on their main base.
His Queen hummed with pleasure as she swayed on platform boots, heels striking against tile. The latex shirt she wore contained cut outs for her breasts, allowing the perfect spheres to spill out into the solid grip of her black, leather corset.
As she walked, the golden bauble that pierced her belly button swayed back and forth, the end of a delicate chain resting above her bare snatch. Her emerald green shorts gripped her thighs tightly, but an opening at her crotch allowed free access to her privates.
His eyes naturally wanted to follow her swaying butt, but the gas kept his thoughts on course, looking for threats. She was desirable and enticing, yes, which was why the resistance would want to take her out. She was too valuable a target to give up. Hive would keenly feel the loss of one of Her most productive subjects.
He gripped the shock prod in his hand tightly, almost hoping that an enemy would reveal itself so he could deal with them. That was the only way he would be able to assuage his insistent arousal.
His Queen marched on, heels clacking loudly. Leaving the operation room behind, they arrived at a conversion lab. Drones clad in yellow attended female figures locked to operating chairs.
One of them walked up to a console and moved a dial, moving two suspended lights in close to mesmerize her victim. The fingers on her other hand caressed a joystick, moving an extending arm in close to the prone woman's mouth.
Four robotic claws moved out from the tubular device, pressing against her lips. They prized her flesh aside, jamming between her teeth and cranking her jaw open. The cylindrical device pushed inwards, jamming inside her mouth.
The woman's body jumped on the table, arms splayed to her sides. The attending Drone smiled, backing up and turning to face her Queen.
"The Implantation goes well, Mistress. Their last unsuccessful attack yielded several of their leaders who are currently undergoing conversion."
"Good," said the Queen, stepping forward to examine the prone woman, who was moaning pitifully. "It won't be long before they understand that they are under new management. Replaced."
She ran a finger over the hip of the newly Implanted slave. Zach could feel the touch through the Gestalt, the new Drone's consciousness linking to him through her new Interface.
"This one was particularly troublesome, was she not? A leader of sorts?"
The yellow Drone bowed gently in assent. "She attempted to kill herself before our robots could capture her, but she was not successful."
"Too bad for her, but good for Hive. We should show her how Hive treats her obedient Drones."
His Queen glanced at two other new Drones on other tables, whose bodies' jerked as they were also Implanted. "I think my guards should have the pleasure. It is good for them to work off their excess energy."
She gestured at Zach and the other two guards. "Mount them, Drones. Show them what it is like to belong to Hive."
Zach breathed faster as it dawned on him what she was commanding. He could not disobey his Queen, but he didn't want to, either.
He could see the other guards obeying the command out of his peripheral vision, but he only had eyes for the Drone he was about to fuck.
Climbing onto the table, he shoved his shock prod back into his belt and unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. Since becoming a Hive Drone, he found that he was always at the ready. Ready to fuck on command.
The Drone on the bed had relaxed back, watching him in a daze. He slipped his length inside her snatch, thrusting roughly as he leaned back to push himself all the way in. He unlocked his helmet and slid it open, blue gas escaping into the room in a small cloud.
Leaning forward, he pressed his rubbery chest against her breasts. This allowed him to run his hands through her hair, which would soon be removed, and kiss her lips. They tasted delicious, and familiar.
Confused, he pushed himself back to take in her features more carefully, pumping his dick inside her. She was biting her lip and had her eyes closed, writhing, but she seemed even more familiar now.
He brushed a lock of hair away from her face and his heart thrummed. This was his sister's friend, Simone! He had dreamed of fucking her for ages, but she had always given him a cold shoulder when he had seen her in passing.
Now here she was, getting her brains fucked out by a Hive Drone. By him.
She was a Drone herself, or soon would be. The sensation of his slow fuck rattled through her body. The Gestalt must be messing with her mind, enhancing the sensations.
