This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post war-time, 1960's-esque civilisation. Miranda, big-chested and beautiful, has given birth to a litter of the first part-human, part alien creatures capable of getting inside others and subduing them, and while Jane devotedly follows the orders of her Master, new slaves are being enlisted into an ever-growing army of mentally bound men and women under the control of their Master. Steven and Zoe have left for the next group of survivors to begin their capturing, while more women are receiving the gift of Miranda's babies, including Jackie and her roommates Cassandra and Rosie. Rosie is taken in a coma in an unidentifiable hypo-erotic limbo, and Cass is overpowered by one of Miranda's part-human, part-alien children, her womb overtaken by the casting stringlets of the creature as it strung itself up inside her, feeding off her lifeblood, her brainpower, and her arousal, as Cass's free will - and with it, one of the few people left who knew about the strange alien control the hospital was falling under - were taken from her, sapped away through her vagina as it leaked foreign fluids down her legs.
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PART 12
Cunt-ing Edge Tech (Or perhaps, pussy-ing the limits of invention?)
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Jane sat hunched over her desk under the dim light of her dorm's table. With her Master in control of the vast majority of the humans inside, Jane had been given her dorm all to herself without her wishing it - indeed, it had simply been done as though it were any other order. People obeyed the commands of their new controller as though it were the commands of an ordinary network inside a business - one was told what to do, and one did so. Most of them had no idea that the person ordering them to perform an action - or them themselves, for that matter - were under the enslavement of an ethereal being, a foreigner to the planet, and one with a chip on it's shoulder.
The enslavement plan had been a success for the invader. After two weeks of carefully flooding the hospital's water supplies with gradually increasing amounts of his ever-powerful life force, he could feel the minds of the hundreds inside it in his own, all their individual voices speaking to him, their individual thoughts inside his own. It was a satisfyingly triumphant moment when he rose up from his position inside the tanks and slipped by way of the small tap on the side back to the world outside, returning himself to his human-esque form once more and performing what would have been an evil grin of triumph were he human, turned to face the walls of the solitary building, and issued a single powerful command to everyone inside.
It was like an explosion, a shockwave that didn't exist. It blasted through the hospital and ripped a thousand people's minds to shreds before they knew it had happened. One moment the entire place was bustling, people running back and forth, performing operations, tending to sick patients or variously doing other things - the next, utter silence. Not a single sound rang out, not a single thought flowed inside a single mind. Several people throughout the floors of the place fell over as they froze mid-pace, but they merely lay on the floor, uncaring, limp. The moment of instant silence, like a light switch being flipped, or like a conductor silencing an entire theatre, was monstrously thrilling, and the alien being took delight in striding slowly and purposefully through the doors and inside the hospital without a single eye turning to face him. He surveyed his prey, countless bodies suspended as though time were frozen, only the motion of their chests rising and falling and their eyes blinking giving away their status as living rather than as intricate statues.
After taking an unguided tour of the facility on his own, moving past the various nurses, doctors and patients strewn about the place, much of which was unnecessary due to his mental image of the place gained from the ghostly sight of his subjects whilst inside the tanks, having seen no one not under his control, Master issued a second powerful thought to all around him, rewarding the slaves for their obedience. All at once, an entire hospital full of human beings collapsed into writhing messes as countless hundreds of orgasms ripped through minds and soaked pants and skirts. Some, Master noted with interest, had been hidden away in corners and rooms out of sight of others, and had been frozen in the act of mating with another. They would receive the pleasure they sought to gain after all - but none would remember it as their own.
That had been days ago, and since his rise to king of the hill from the shadows, Master had returned the hospital to normal operations, for the most part. The only difference now was that everything went on under his command, in his eye, and with is knowledge, rather than the faceless board of Master Doctors previously. Now, as he lounged upstairs, several of his slaves serving him with their minds, small parts of him channelled themselves into his subjects so that he could learn and grow stronger. One such segment of his will occupied Jane's mind at the present moment, and it was using her to construct a functioning device that could assist in the vast takeover of Master's next targets.
The idea was one a scientist at the hospital had had stored away in a corner of his brain for years, one that Master was presently in the process of sapping out of him. It involved the use of microcircuitry and nano-architecture. Jane was no electrical engineer, and had never had the hands for fine-point work, but it was not Jane who was using her hands. While Jane's consciousness sat drooped in a corner of her empty brain, out of it and out of will, struggling to remain coherent amid the endless flow of orgasmic delight that flooded her, Jane's body sat straight and still and her face gazed in utter concentration at her work. Even though her cunt pulsed with arousal and her own cum seeped from her unclothed crotch and ran in thick streams off her chair and onto the floor at her feet, she remained total still, fixated on her work. Master moved her hands with a machine's precision as she constructed a device so small she could barely make it out with her eye. Several times as her hands made minute movements, Jane's body stopped breathing so as not to disturb her work, but even when she began to suffer from lack of oxygen, she only began to breathe once her master had completed his present alterations. All Jane's body needed to be was alive and conscious, or she would pass out and he would lose control over her finer motor skill. She didn't need to feel good - Master felt nothing for her, and Jane felt only bliss, her consciousness buried somewhere far, far away inside a pool of her own ejaculate in her own mind.
Several previous attempts sat on Jane's table, including early devices that were far larger than her current work in progress. On the floor around her feet sat even more devices, including wristlets, phones, the tech crew's audio-pager, one of the girl's vibrators and even an old VR headset. These all sat in various states of disassemble, but all were discarded for the microscopic circuit Jane was now soldering. With barely perceptible alterations of her fingers far beyond what any human could achieve, Jane's hands held her tools steady as she fixed chips to a board barely bigger than a headache pill. After minutes of painstaking work, Jane raised her head robotically and set down her soldering iron, the burn welts on her hand already beginning to clear up as the healing properties of her Master's essence went to work on keeping her alive and well. Picking up the tiny circuit, Jane dropped it into a glass of water on the table, and leaned in close.
For several seconds, nothing happened. It sank to the bottom and went still. Then, twitching, it seemed to jump once. Then once more. Then again. Before long, the circuit had begun to bounce around in the water, jitting this way and that. Jane gazed at it, unblinking, but her Master was beginning to concentrate on her consciousness as he watched through her eyes. Although neither of them could see it, deep inside the water in the glass, tiny robots were emerging from the circuit, formed through a complex conversion of metals together with precisely calculated electrical charges. Microscopic robots were born and began to swim about, collecting molecules of metals as they went, the molecules attaching themselves together with electrical charges, each tiny robot becoming a finished creature as it moved, absorbing the water's natural minerals.
Abruptly, Jane lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a single gulp, chip and all. Then she sat, bolt upright and unmoving, her hands on her knees, staring straight ahead.
