A Queen's Game
Six humans slowly stirred awake, groaning and trying to rub their heads as they throbbed, though not with as much pain as expected.
Only to discover a rather distressing state; their arms and legs were bound, pulled tight against a wall that looked like it was made of metallic roots tightly woven together, their limbs coiled firmly by gunmetal tendrils, keeping their legs spread and their arms held slightly behind them. And more, they were naked.
They found themselves in a circular room, so there was little way they could avoid seeing the nude forms of their fellows.
Some wondered whether it would've been better or worse if they were strangers.
"Gabriel, are you alright?" called out one of three women. Her name was Klara, a colleague of the others. Her pale skin was completely unblemished, despite the rough circumstances that preceded their current debacle. She tried not to think that her breasts, modest handfuls with peach-pink nipples erect from the chill, were exposed to her friends, along with her pussy, Klara realising the neat slit was utterly bare; she'd been shaved down there.
They all hard, a closer shave than anything.
Her blond hair was still tied in its braid at least, hanging to her neck, but it brought her little comfort. She tugged her arms, but her slender frame was stuck fast. She tried to look calm, but her sky blue eyes betrayed her fear.
Gabriel answered, groaning as he got his bearings.
"I don't know..." he muttered. He had naturally tanned skin, contrasting a little with his bleached hair. His athletic frame had always drawn the attention of others, Gabriel quite the hot guy. But none of them quite realised how hung he was, his cock hanging with a heavy weight between his toned thighs.
He was a handsome man, but comparatively, his brown eyes were quite dull.
Heavy, frightened breathing brought attention to one of the other women, Daniela. She was quite petite and lithe, her breasts always a point of self-consciousness, but she had been raised on the notion that going to get one's body modified was 'cheating'. However, she reasoned hormones were fine and had just started, but they'd yet to take effect.
Now, it seemed like she needed something to calm her nerves, her green eyes darting around in fright. Her orange hair was cut short, and given her beautiful but slightly angular face, it contributed to her 'pixie-ish' look. Her skin was pale, not quite as much as Klara's, especially given the many freckles she sported.
"Hey, hey, Dani, keep calm!" exclaimed Bobby, a somewhat pudgy man. He was the oldest of the lot, in his mid thirties, but he still hate a cuteness about him, according to the girls in his place of work. Warm, welcoming, and always helpful, his short hair and pale skin were always kept pristine, Bobby fastidious like that, even if he was just a little chubby. He sported some very short facial hair, not particularly thick. His darker blue eyes were fixed on 'Dani', trying to get her to focus on him... he didn't seem to care that he was naked like the others.
"Oh, oh, no no no no." The new voice came from Miranda, a voluptuous woman with dark skin, glossy dark hair carefully tended to have frizzy, springy curls. Her large, heavy breasts hung from gravity, and her dark skin seemed to gleam in the low light of the chamber, accentuating her slight, curvaceous pudge. Her eyes were amber-brown, almost golden in nature, and twitching with fear.
Miranda was always getting propositions owing to her beauty and refined demeanour, but right now, she seemed... wholly out of her element and ready to panic like Daniela was.
"Fuck fuck fuck, don't get hard, don't get hard." The last man, Caleb, was desperately trying to keep his cock from getting hard, having seen the rather appealing bodies of his female colleagues, trying to keep his shaft from stirring.
He was the youngest of the six, and the slimmest of the three men. He didn't have a lot of muscle tone, and his scruffy dirty blonde hair and bright hazel eyes helped accentuate his youthful looks. Perhaps slightly effeminate, though he was very much an outgoing sort of guy, and fancied himself something of a ladies man.
Though he would always quaver whenever a girl did show interest, as he was somewhat easy on the eyes. There was also a slight golden touch to his skin, that made him a little bit more appealing.
And the others could see that, though he wasn't as well endowed as Gabriel, he wasn't exactly small down there, his slim frame making his cock look just that little big bigger. Especially as it twitched, his hormones working when he was desperately trying to not seem like a jackass in their situation.
All had worked at an office firm, subcontracting to URIS Industries. They all worked in a particular department, and had grown close, along with several others who seemed absent.
All they could remember was alarms blaring all around the office, as the city PA system began telling people to make their way to the nearest evacuation point. Then, the windows of their floor exploded.
There was chaos, confusion, and maniacal laughter.
Then... they weren't sure what. Only that they were rendered unconscious.
And now they were here. Wherever 'here' was. They had no idea.
But they had a dreadful idea of what was responsible.
"Machina..." Daniela huffed in quiet panic. "It was fucking Machina... they got us..."
"Breathe, Dani," Bobby spoke carefully. "Just breathe, we'll get through this."
"Will we?" Caleb interjected. "How are we gonna get free?"
"You're not helping," Klara snapped, looking back to Gabriel, who still looked quite out of it. Her expression was concerned.
"Are you hurt, Gabriel? You don't look so good," she asked.
"Gabriel groaned, blinking his eyes several times.
"I don't think so," he answered. "No, I'm... I'm good, I'm just... so out of it."
Gabriel was struggling to get his bearings, coming out of unconsciousness far less soberly than the others.
"This can't be happening," Miranda whimpered, her struggles only making her breasts shake, deepening the blush of Caleb's face and making it harder for him to keep his cock from getting hard. But she didn't notice, looking down at the ground despairingly. "No, they're going to turn us into mindless drones."
"Hey, hey, it's gonna be fine. We're not infected yet, we've got hope. We just gotta figure out how to get ourselves loose," Bobby assured, but even he didn't sound too confident. He was just trying to keep them together, or they'd all fall into despair. But if he couldn't convince himself...
"Oh god, we're fucked," Caleb lamented. "Literally, we're fucked, they're gonna rape us and wipe our minds and--"
"Caleb, shut the fuck up," Klara growled, looking worryingly at Miranda and Daniela. She was going through her own fears of what fate awaited them, but she didn't want to make Miranda and Daniela's terror worse.
Caleb did indeed shut his mouth, not expecting something so harsh from Klara. She always seemed so nice, if a little aloof.
"I can't get loose..." Gabriel groaned. "If... if I pull hard, I... I swear these things move."
He was coming around, but he was starting to sound a little worried.
He always did keep himself fit, but he didn't think there was any physical strength he could muster that could help him escape his bonds.
"I... I don't want to die..." Daniela sobbed.
"You won't die," came an entirely new voice; rich, sensual, commanding, and with a hint of artificiality to it. "You will be... reborn~"
Several tendrils in a section of the circular wall, in the widest gap among the six, between Klara and Gabriel, receded into the floor and ceiling.
Bright light flooded in, silhouetting the figure of someone shapely, impressively tall... and not human.
They sported horns that rose up at an angle from their skull, and then pointed straight vertical, glowing with a pale light.
Their shapely silhouette was broken up by a large, rounded 'pack' stuck to their back, which sported several stubby tanks filled with a glowing white substance.
Amber eyes with dark sclera looked into the room, the pupils narrow vertical slits... all four of them, two where they should be, one dominating the forehead, and one nestled upon their chest, the third eye and chest eye more inhuman looking and glancing in different directions.
A long, thick but dexterous tail, smooth and tipped with a club-like extension swayed lazily behind them.
Their overall frame was curvaceous, but it had a slenderness to it, perfectly accentuating their glossy, smooth legs, their feet shaped like high heels.
Nipples and the areolae they sat on glowed with the same pale light as the substance in the tanks on the figure's back, and at her crotch, a perfect pussy softly pulsed with the same pale light, the clit sticking out amongst the gloom.
The figure then stepped forward, entering the room. The tendrils shut behind her, and the humans could now make out her gorgeous form without the obfuscation of bright silhouetting light.
Her limbs and shoulders were clad in - or rather, formed of - a glossy black alloy, though it seemed to flex organically with her movements as she raised an arm to prop up her chest, her other arm lifting her hand, twiddling her fingers.
Her tail was a gunmetal grey colour, but her bust, her belly, her crotch, her ass, her face, they all sported a violet colour, whilst a strange symbol, like a biohazard label with cog teeth on the outer arcs, pulsed in that same pale white light.
Now up close, the humans could see that she was at least seven feet tall, and despite the shameless nudity, held a commanding presence among them. She looked at the captured humans, and smirked subtly.
"Such a merry band," she remarked, noting the utter terror on their faces, especially that of Gabriel, Daniela, and Miranda. "I hear you were trying to help each other escape. I appreciate that kind of nobility in humans. It's a worthy trait to ascend~"
She looked between them, but the humans said nothing.
"No remarks? No questions? No threats or pleas? Well, I can understand that. I suppose you're wondering, why you are not currently losing your minds with lust as you evolve into your best selves~"
She stepped towards Miranda, who cowered and sobbed, tears forming in her eyes.
"Get away from her, bitch!" Bobby suddenly shouted, an unexpectedly aggressive voice for him.
The Machina turned, and smirked.
