Alternate Ending D - Accepting Orange
Suzy folded her arms, frowning at the Queen. "I feel like I've been called in front of a tribunal, but it's not me on trial here. You've invaded my brain, messed with my mind, and for what? To give me an ultimatum, force me to choose to be one of your servants? What if I choose
freedom?
"
The Queen rolled her shoulders. "You
could
tell me that, but this isn't like a visual novel, and there are no secret endings. You're physically inside my Hive, and I can work you over as much as I want. You either submit to me here, or I core your brain, turn it into mindless mush. Your choice."
Suzy shivered. "That's not much of a choice, is it? But I take your point. You can't allow me to just
leave
, which puts me in a tough position."
She bit her lip, staring at the floor as her mind whirled. She had just proved that she could kick the Queen out of her mind, but for how
long?
That was just one battle in a long war, and she didn't feel confident in saying that she could hold back the Queen indefinitely.
The Queen leaned over the desk, resting on her shoulders, her rubber gloves creaking at her elbows. "I think you're approaching this conundrum from the wrong direction," she suggested. "What is it that you
want
from life? What have you been unable to do because of the need to
work?
"
This instantly set her mind down different paths, and her neck jerked up. "I want a family," she said abruptly. "Multiple kids, a loving home. I want to nurture them, watch them
grow.
I've been denied this my whole life, and the more I work, the fewer my options. I can't meet anybody, can't start anything. I'm
stuck.
"
The Queen nodded, bracing her hands together under her chin, eyes swirling a dark purple. "An all too common affliction these days. I can help you with these desires, if you will let me."
"
Really?
" asked Suzy, marching up to the desk and setting her hands on the edge. "I can't see how that could be possible, unless you're running a secret matchmaking service. I notice that you don't seem to have any men running around your Hive."
Emma stared her down, her lip curling. "That's a problem we're actively working on," she grated out. "I can see that you're going to be obstinate. Will you take my offer, or should I hook up your body to the machine and decant your brain out through your nostrils?"
The threat rang hollow, but Suzy had no doubt the Queen was capable of it if she was pushed far enough. She sighed, tapping her fingers on the desk. "Fine," she croaked out. "You win. I'll be your good little drone servant. I'll take on this role, whatever it is."
"
Good,
" grinned the Queen. "You don't have to do anything. Just stand there, I'll take care of the rest."
Before she could ask what 'the rest' might be, there was a loud clunk, and her muscles lost all control. She collapsed forward, grunting through her nostrils as her belly hit the edge of the desk.
Moaning, she slid off like a sack of potatoes, collapsing onto the floor in a heap as the world spun around her.
"Huh?" she said, feeling dumb that
this
was the only thing she could say in the face of her world crumbling around her.
***
She blinked, her breath hissing out through the tubing of the mask she wore. Condensation obscured the faceplate, but the outside world was dark anyway, filled with shadowy objects her brain couldn't comprehend.
An impulse to stand up arrived out of nowhere, and she tried to get up. Her body strained, unable to pull away from the thick straps that held her body to the seat. She tried again, but it was useless.
If she tilted her head forward, there was a small amount of give, allowing her to see the curved
R
that marked her chest. It appeared that she was locked into a bulky, orange rubber suit, and she wasn't going
anywhere.
She gave up trying to comprehend what was going on, relaxing back into her restraints. She didn't know where she was, or what she was doing here. Her memories of her conversation with the Queen were spotty at best. What had she
agreed
to?
There came a hissing jerk, and her head was pulled back against the headrest. A cool wave flooded her mind, and her vision became glazed with a purple sheen. Her lips formed words, blurting out a phrase before she could realize what she was doing.
"Training drone five zero prepped and ready for synchronization," she said, her words coming out in a monotone. "Initialize hookup procedure."
The seat shuddered, her head swaying as her body rotated to the right. Another woman dressed in an orange rubber suit appeared in front of her, the stylized
R
in bold type on top of her chest.
As the seat came to a halt, she thought that she was looking into a mirror, but a familiar voice soon emitted from the other helmeted drone. "Training drone five one prepped and ready for synchronization," she said, her voice muffled behind the mask. "Initializing hookup."
Both chairs whined, their legs being lifted and spread apart. Suzy grunted as she felt cool air running over her privates, indicating that she was exposed. Her eyes darted to the other figure, confirming a hint of pink flesh at the V of her crotch.
Arousal flooded her loins, and a gasp escaped her lips as she spotted a black mass mounted to a pillar between them. Were those...
dicks?
Her chair jolted, bringing her closer to the other woman. She pulled at her legs, but the heels of her boots were secured tightly against metal stirrups, the pointed ends splayed akimbo.
Light sparkled off the glossy rubber, streaking up their legs as they were brought closer together. The other woman's body flexed like hers, hips jiggling as they approached the dildos, neither of them in control.
A hiss escaped her lips as the head of the dildo penetrated her pussy, the machine slowing down as it encountered resistance. Frozen solid, she let out a gasping breath as the thick rod penetrated her, squeezing into her passage.
The knobby edge caught against her flesh, causing a grinding pain. She squealed, rattling in her restraints.
The machine paused, almost as though it detected her distress, but it didn't halt for long. The dildo began to twist inside her, like a snake, her bulging lips pushed aside as a burst of lubricant spurted out from the interior.
The length began to pulsate, sending shockwaves into her core as it broke free from the obstruction. Her tunnel yielded, the dildo pushing deeper and
deeper
, vibrating like a jackhammer as it filled her up completely.
Her back bucked against the restraints as the pleasure rose, but it wasn't over just yet. She hadn't received a legitimate orgasm, and the machine seemed determined to give her one.
The thumping, throbbing dildo was distracting, just as it was
meant
to be. She could barely spare any mental power to understand what the spinning mechanism above them was
doing.
A round globe halted above the other woman's head, sparks of blue shooting out from the interior. The bound drone was highlighted by the buzzing light, the skin of her bald head looking pallid.
There was a glimmer of silver near the back of her skull that Suzy did not understand. That just didn't look
natural!
A dark tube lowered from above, capped with a silver fitting at the end. It was vaguely phallic, with a cone shaped tip that contained large threads. A rounded nut sat at the rear, allowing the entire cable to be tightened
on
to something.
To her horror, that
something
was soon revealed. The cable swayed in the air, gathered up by a pair of gloved purple hands.
The woman leaned forward, her grin slashing through the darkness as the sparkling lights cast her face in shadow. "I remember what you asked for," announced the Queen, her regal voice filling the room. "You wanted to help someone grow. To
nurture
Hive. I think I've found a suitable candidate."
Taking the head of the cable out of the cradle, she turned the business end towards the other drone's skull. "This is your friend, Nancy," announced the Queen. "She has not been meeting her performance metrics due to mental health problems. I suggested this experiment to her, and she agreed.
For the good of Hive.
"
The other drone didn't appear to be capable of speech, her body jolting with each rude thrust of the dildo into her sloppy wet snatch. Suzy groaned.
What the hell did you agree to, Nancy? If you were having problems, we should have talked them out! This wasn't the way!
The Queen shoved the end of the connector into Nancy's skull, holding it steady with one hand while she cranked on it with the other. "This isn't meant to be removed," she continued conversationally. "Since this is the first time we're trying this, it's possible that the projected deleterious effects will be worse than what I have predicted! Still, the only way to find out is to
try!"
Nancy's head tilted against the headrest, a squeal of joy escaping her helmet. The Queen continued to turn the connector, screwing it deeper into the drone's head. "Given how pleasurable it is to have it inserted, I imagine the loss of connectivity will be ten times worse than that for a regular drone. I'm eager to run some tests and find out!"
Her hands stopped moving, and she patted Nancy on the shoulder. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Nancy's body trembled, her thighs tight as her breaths came in gusty moans. The Queen slid a hand down the side of her skull, grasping her jaw. "There's nothing quite like being
installed
, realizing that you were never going to amount to anything more than a
slave.
Tell me, how does it feel?"
She pushed a fist against Nancy's shoulder, but her only response was a thready moan.
"Good!"
exclaimed the Queen, turning her glowing, purple eyes towards Suzy. "Only one more to go."
Suzy yanked at her restraints, groaning. "Why are you
doing
this?" she protested. "You've twisted my words into a pretzel! I never asked for this!"
The Queen's hands settled on her sides, her corset creaking as she stalked around Nancy's chair. The inadequate lighting glimmered about the Queen's stole, forming shifting shadows on the back wall that looked like horns.
"You
didn't?
I'm granting what you asked for, to the letter. Whatever pie in the sky possibility you were dreaming of doesn't matter. I can only give you what lies within my domain."
She spread her hands, her voice descending to the consistency of cloying syrup. "Without your assistance, Nancy might become a brainless drone. You wouldn't want
that
, would you?"
Suzy curled her lip, realizing that there was no escape. If she turned the Queen down, Nancy would be left adrift. She couldn't desert her friend.
Damn
the Queen!
"Fine," she croaked. "Make it quick."
The Queen advanced, light bouncing off her glossy front. Suzy squinted, confused. Her bodysuit contained the Rankotech
