Corporate Love

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

.