Alternate Ending A - A Lonely Purple
Suzy sat in a hard office chair, thinking about what she wanted to do. It felt like giving up to choose any of the options presented to her by the queen - especially if she ceded her individuality to Hive.
She shuddered. The soldiers and workers were nothing more than faceless automatons. No, if she was going to do this, it would be on
her
terms.
She confronted the penultimate question - did she really
want
to be a part of Hive? It was a disturbing, controlling, corporate machine that subverted and enslaved everyone who worked for it.
By itself, this should make her want to say
no
. However, she couldn't see how this was any different than the job she had held at her old company. In certain ways, it was actually
better
. What other place would offer sexual satisfaction as a job perk?
And if she played her cards right, she might finally have some control over her fate, and that of her friends. Walking away or becoming a drone surely wouldn't give her
that
much.
Her head felt clear for the first time in weeks. Yes, she was really going to do this. She narrowed her eyes. "I accept, but I have some conditions."
The queen folded her lovely purple hands and waited, nodding at her assertive tone.
"I want complete autonomy to form my own Hive unit. I won't be under your control, and you'll have no say in how
my
Hive runs." Was she demanding too much?
"A fairly standard clause, please continue."
Feeling more confident, Suzy pushed forward. "I want my friends back. They're to work under me, be a part of my new Hive."
The queen dipped her head in acknowledgement of Suzy's demands. "Usually, a corporation has huge overhead costs. However, in our case, we
own
our workers. There is no individuality; everyone serves Hive equally with perfect productivity. They are devoted to the cause. No other business can compete with us, because our payroll is nonexistent. This is the perfect corporate Hive.
My
Hive." She gave Suzy a baleful look.
"There's no room for sharing a Hive, but much like a colony of bees, a Hive must develop new, strong queens, and when a Hive gets too big, the colony must swarm. You, my new queen, will take a cadre and form a subsidiary from which we will consolidate our control of this world."
Suzy's eyes hooded. "I don't want just
any
subsidiary. I want to buy
Polycorp
. I want to prove that I can run their company better than they can."
"Very well, then. It will be difficult to arrange, but not impossible. You'll start as a wholly owned subsidiary on a trial basis, but if you're as successful as I suspect you might be, you'll be given the opportunity to buy yourself out and run your Hive independently. No oversight, no control, just you, your friends, and your slaves. How does that sound?"
Suzy wondered if she should have asked for more, but what she was being given was already more than she had been expecting. She leaned forward. "When can I start?"
The queen's face broke into a smile. "You already
have.
"
The dreamscape shifted off kilter, as if they were on a sea going vessel. A sinking feeling hit Suzy low in the gut, her stomach heaving. The queen waved her fingers, the dreamscape dissolving into tiny pinpricks of sparkling light.
***
It was warm and dark, a soft, rhythmic sound thrumming around her and in her. Beautiful music danced in her soul like a comfortable, roaring furnace.
She became aware of the sensations around her, arousal tingling like a living thing. She couldn't move, trapped inside clingy, fleshy material.
When she flexed, the material moved with her, the slimy interior providing no purchase for her fingers. Her hands drifted in viscous fluid, unhurried as she explored her environment.
She didn't feel panic at being trapped, kneeling with content. She was right where she needed to be - the outside world could wait.
She started to notice other features of her home, running her fingers up to her mouth, which was filled with a thick, fibrous tube. Curious, she followed the striations on its length down her neck, her throat distended with the vine's girth.
Her tongue was pinned to the floor of her mouth, the rough surface of the vine catching against her tongue ring. Every so often, her neck would pulse and her lungs would fill, her respiration controlled by some outside agency. Her body pulsed to the beat of a slower metabolism, requiring less oxygen to run her body in its meditative state.
Curiosity satisfied, her thoughts turned to more carnal matters. Slipping her hands over aroused nipples, she moved on to her needy nether regions. Her privates were plugged with warm, fleshy nubs, similar to the tube gagging her mouth.
Multitudes of fingers were jammed inside her body, stroking and twirling in a tantalizing tango. She twisted the structure stuffed into her pussy, ass twitching at the sudden stimulation the motion provided. The long length jolted, sending a wave of ecstasy ricocheting throughout her captive body.
Her thoughts went ragged as the organic spears began to ramp up their efforts. As her pulse rate increased, so too did the rhythm of Hive, the tentacle in her mouth inflating her lungs with greater rapidity. The tentacles in her vagina and ass started alternating, pulsing and sliding in and out, bouncing her body on two dildos, the hard rods massaging her wet holes.
Suzy stopped trying to make sense of anything, riding the invaders as fast as she could. Her breasts swayed in the thick fluid, swinging back and forth with each thrust.
She held the main tentacle in her left hand, helping to guide it as it rammed into her. With her other hand, she furiously rubbed her clit, doing her best to maximize the sensations.
Thus occupied, she barely noticed when large funnels slipped over her breasts. They attached themselves with a slimy vacuum seal, immediate pressure enhancing her pleasure. There came two sharp pinches from her tits, but this was washed out by the overwhelming sexual pleasure the pod was inflicting on her.
She was starting to reach the edge of her endurance, and she pushed into the dildos harder, hoping to send herself over the edge. Before she could climax, the thick tube in her pussy stiffened, pulsing with greater strength as the rest of the tentacles continued their assault.
There came a burst of pressure, and something warm flowed deep inside her. Whatever fluid the tentacle had stored had just been ejaculated right into her core.
The thought of bearing Hive's young, whatever form that might take, was extremely exciting. She bore down on the tentacle, shuddering as an orgasmic wave took her.
Floating in pleasure, her body was a live wire, each touch on her breasts provoking another peak of pleasure.
The white hot orgasm lasted for minutes, her ass bucking on the thick vines. There was nowhere she could go to escape the incessant stimulation. She was
stuck
in ecstasy.
Helpless, she writhed, embracing the pleasure of Hive birthing a new queen.
***
Time rolled on, its passage unnoticed inside the small cocoon. Periods were soon separated into two distinct sections - pleasure, and
not
pleasure.
Whenever the period was not pleasure, the creature inside lived only for the pleasure to return. Whenever it was time to be pleasured, the creature never wanted it to stop.
The liquid inside the pod acted as a lubricant, preventing the creature's sensitive parts from chafing, allowing the mechanism to stimulate her longer, requiring shorter recovery times.
The creature's brain was entirely devoid of thought, her outer mind long since stripped away. The constant cycles of stimulation chipped at her remaining strength, small but significant parts of her personality starting to become vulnerable to the eternal cycle of lust.
***
Suzy sipped from a hot mug of black tea, the bitter taste a refreshing repast when combined with savory crackers and cheese. The ambience of the outdoor café was perfect, fresh air and hushed conversations lending an air of geniality. A frilly yellow parasol protected her from the rays of the harsh mid-afternoon sun.
From her seat next to the street, she had an easy view across the entire town. Beyond a certain point, the environment frayed into an ugly purple glow, reality taking a steep step off the deep end.
With every minute, the glow came inexorably closer, her sphere of influence dwindling as the chaos outside grew. Her time was almost up. She supposed that she might as well enjoy her last calm moments before her pleasant reality was destroyed.
"Mind if I join you?" A purple figure sat down opposite her at the table, relaxing back in her chair with a newspaper.
She pointed at the page. "Look, the article is about you. 'Local girl goes completely insane.' Hmm, it's not very
flattering
. They claim that you keep nattering on about a 'corporate Hive' and how everyone needs to 'stop putting their heads in the sand' and 'realize they're losing themselves to an evil corporate organization.'"
The figure laughed. "Sounds like an accurate description of the situation, here at the end of your world."
Suzy frowned at the interruption, setting her tea down. "Fancy seeing
you
here. I was hoping that you would get lost...
permanently.
"
Her doppelganger, still dressed head to toe in purple rubber, set the newspaper down and laughed at Suzy's impertinence. "Since I'm you, and you're
me
, I'm not sure how I'd be able to get
lost
unless you were also lost. I suspect there's more bitterness here about
losing
then there is about being lost."
Suzy looked pained at the suggestion. "I should have known better than to buy into the queen's offer. It was clearly too good to be true. Here I am, holding out, and for
what?
To last a few more seconds as an individual? To pretend that I still have the power to stop this?"
She slammed her fist on the table. "It's so damned
unfair
. I had her where I wanted her, but I
still
