Day Four
The world seemed hazy, colors blurring together in a slow, spinning motion that was making her dizzy. The environment snapped into focus, lines sharpening until they delineated a bizarre sight.
She was standing in the middle of a colored plain, a nexus of pipes painted gunboat gray in the center of her field of view. The pipes extended off into the distance in both directions, the snaking edifice narrowing into distant, indistinguishable blobs. The sky was variegated, streaks of dour purple interspersed with striking red hues.
If the strange landscape hadn't been sufficient to tell her that this was yet another dream, the figures laboring in front of her were. More drones dressed in yellow were standing next to the pipes, some of them stationary, some using silvery tools. They looked out of place, ladies in fetish clothing doing plumbing.
Looking closer, she noticed that one of the pipes appeared to be leaking, a purple substance oozing from an elbow joint. There were several slaves standing in the shallow pool formed by the leak. They appeared lethargic, their movements slow, a few of them more interested in groping their breasts than in patching the hole.
Their attention was not on the task at hand, their music slow and without strong cohesion. She pressed her pierced lips together, displeased with their lack of harmony. It was necessary to rectify this situation.
Her red rubber hands moved, twisting a knob on a device she held. The box was pistol shaped, with various levers and dials dotting the surface. A display on the top showed a square wave that increased in frequency as her hands adjusted the machine.
Satisfied, she aimed at the flagging drones and pulled the trigger. A purple field extended from the device in an arc, the air tingling with strange power.
The effect was dramatic, the distant drones perking up. They stopped pleasuring themselves and retrieved their tools, the slime from the pipes ignored as it dripped from their shapely, heeled boots. Their musical equilibrium restored, they began to work together to repair the leak.
Satisfied, Suzy let go of the trigger, supervising the drones to make sure that they wouldn't lag behind again. As she watched, she clicked her tongue piercing against the roof of her mouth, enjoying the frisson of excitement that wound its way through her chest.
A gentle tingle of pleasure in her pussy made her happy. She was pleased that she was serving Hive. Everything was well with the world, the music balanced and in control.
Or
was
it? There was a faint nagging feeling that something was wrong. There couldn't possibly be, though, she had seen the problem and had fixed it. That was the end of it.
She strode closer to the slaves, balancing on her platform boots, her skintight latex outfit flexing deliciously against her skin. Her pleasure from the omnipresent stimulation waned, displaced by concern that there was a problem that she hadn't yet detected with her cohort of drones.
She looked them over critically, pacing back and forth. All of them were bound in yellow rubber outfits, their individuality hid beneath shiny face masks and glowing purple eyes, breasts enhanced and thrust upwards by severe corsets. Their only discernible difference was various colored strands of long hair, streaming from the circular openings at the tops of their masks.
They took no notice of her investigation as they continued to work, their efforts at repairing the pipe slowly starting to bear fruit. The leak was about half as bad as when they had started, though the pool at their feet had now increased to about three times the depth. Everything appeared to be in order, no unknown variances or behavior interrupting their synchronized labor.
Wait, what was that drone at the back doing? It seemed to have averted its gaze.
She opened her mouth, a sound of command issuing forth, a clarion call no true slave could resist. The drone's head snapped around. Instead of the blank mask she expected, this slave had a face that looked like
hers
.
Its mouth moved, foreign sounds issuing forth. "Who...
are
... you?" the strange apparition ground out, its heaving chest emphasizing every syllable.
Her utter certainty of her control of the situation came crashing down around her, replaced by a strange feeling of disassociation. She could still feel the contentment and belief in the supremacy of Hive, but it was separate from her conscious mind, and no longer controlled her thoughts as it once did.
What scared her down to her core was the fact that she had
liked
being an overseer. She wanted to be in charge, wanted to have drones obeying her without question. Taking direct control of that drone had made her sexually
aroused
, for goodness sake!
No, that
couldn't
be right. These strange feelings must just be left over artifacts from her conversion. She couldn't
possibly
be that kinky!
Could
she?
She had half convinced herself that she wasn't interested in controlling the fetish drones, but a single festering thought embedded itself in the back of her mind.
If this was all coming from an external source, why were her innermost dreams being invaded? If this was coming from her own imagination, did that mean that these fetish scenes were being generated from her own deepest fantasies?
This turmoil drew her attention inwards, the actions of the drones merely a background noise while she fought with herself. When she regained enough equanimity to take notice of her surroundings, the strange drone with her face had mysteriously disappeared. The rest of the pack was still working on the pipe, the leak almost sealed.
It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer seeing the drones from the viewpoint of the overseer. Instead, her consciousness was levitating through the landscape next to the shiny, red figure. The overseer paid no attention to her, watching the drones with one fist clenching the control device.
A bolt of purple lightning split the sky, the flash blinding her as a fork split off and buzzed around like an army of angry bees. She blinked, trying to banish the severe afterimage that blurred her vision, annoyed that she was experiencing physical reflexes in a dream.
As the blurs faded, she spotted a figure in purple stepping down an invisible staircase that had spawned from the lightning's tip. The statuesque lady lifted her arms like a queen, staring as if she owned the entire dreamscape. And, perhaps she
did
- this was unmistakably the dominating persona she had encountered multiple times.
Her heart rate increased, a fight or flight response taking hold, but she found herself unable to move. No longer connected to the scene around her, her consciousness was affixed to one spot.
She found herself in a shimmering spectral body, an electrical field humming in a restrictive circle around her. Unable to flee, she stood immobile, watching the purple spirit inevitably draw closer.
The world seemed to pulsate in time with the lady's movements, the beats resounding to each graceful step. Her confident strut emphasized every skin tight curve of the shiny purple latex that covered her body.
Light sparkled from black buckles that ran up the front of her crotch length boots, seamlessly integrating into her purple rubber undergarments and underbust corset. Her arms swayed in time to the music, gloves hiding them from view. She was every inch the anonymous Queen of her domain.
As the entity approached closer, Suzy expected a formless face covered in molded latex, as in her previous dreams, but this time she was surprised to see flawless skin constrained inside a hood. Long, purple hair sprouted from the top in an arcing ponytail, dangling down her back. The color coordination was a bit over the top, she mused, trying to extract some humor from her impossible situation.
When the Queen came close enough, she stopped, one foot in front of the other. Putting her hands on her hips, she considered Suzy's floating figure. The world's music seemed to pause as she examined Suzy's nonexistent body, a sudden, inexplicable pressure coming from the imposing presence.
"Ah,
there
you are, my dear. I've been looking all over for you, but every time I catch up, you simply vanish. I'm starting to feel like you don't
like
me."
This time Suzy held her tongue, feeling steadier than she had the last few days. This was just one more weird thing to add to the pile, no need to get worked up.
She didn't really know what she wanted, but she knew one thing - she was getting really,
really
tired of being out of control, at the whim and mercy of other people. "Who are
you?
" she demanded, verging on impertinence.
The strange woman laughed heartily, tilting her head to give Suzy a more direct gaze. "There's still some fight in you yet. Good! That might make this easier for you in the long run."
As the laughter petered out, the stranger fixed Suzy with a curious gaze. "I am you. Or not. I'm just a figment of your imagination, one of your strangest and farthest flung fantasies. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm your
future.
"
"That's total crap," said Suzy, dismissing the bold statements with more certainty than she felt. "I don't know what you
really
are, but you're not anywhere close to being even a shallow copy of me."
This statement seemed to amuse the lady even more. "You're quite right, I'm not even a shallow copy of you...
yet
. However, nobody knows what the future holds, do they?"
She stretched lazily in her rubber outfit, letting the slick costume show off all her best lines. She was stunning and she knew it.
"Just look at you, you're a bundle of conflicting emotions. You can't even decide which thoughts you've been enjoying the most recently - the obedient, slave thoughts, or the dominant, controlling ones. How much did you enjoy commanding those slaves over there just now?" She gestured to the drones that were almost finished with their repair work.
Suzy looked at her rebelliously. "What if I
did
like it? Just because I enjoy being in control doesn't mean that I want to be controlled as part of a Hive. I'm not going to turn into
you
