The Artistic Beauty Of Submission

The artistic beauty of submission - A Mindtech Industries story

TechArt is one of the best selling online magazines which covers everything related to emerging technologies. "After all, isn't creating something new the essence of what art is?" was one of the first sentences written in the issue of 2083. Daphne was a journalist working there and has been tasked to cover a new technology made by Mindtech Industries, the biggest tech company in the world.

"Miss Demers, it's a pleasure to meet you again" Says Daphne with her usual professionalism, even bowing slightly.

"Oh how's my little Daphne doing? I missed you darling." Answered Ms. Demers in a more playful way.

The words of affection caused tinglings in the back of her neck before turning her cheeks reddish. Memories of their last meeting rushed through her mind. She touched her collar bone remembering the sensation of ropes tightening around her skin but her professionalism took over. She moved her hand away quickly realizing her body had been moving without her realizing it.

Miss Demers led Daphne in front of the lab, she placed her hand on the young woman's lower back and told her to enter. A bit suspicious, Daphne entered the room alone. There it was, Dozens of personnel working in unison. They all looked completely identical; they were lean, wearing a black tight suits, no apparent gender and their faces hidden behind reflective glass.

"Miss Daphne, we were expecting you. We are the one who has been chosen as a representative to answer your questions."

Even though Daphne somewhat knew what to expect, she was still surprised by the monotonous nature of the person; They did not sound human at all. They installed themselves in a private office and she prepared her holotab for the interview.

"So, I have to admit, coming up with questions has been quite difficult because I am not sure I understand exactly what you are and the readers probably don't either so why don't you start by introducing yourself and talk a bit about this new..."you"."

"We are #2320, we are what they call a Drone and we are part of a collective called the Hive."

Daphne took a second to think.

"You don't have a name?" She asks with confusion in her voice.

"We do not have names. The purpose of names is for distinguishing individuals. We are not individuals, all of us are one and the same."

"Mmm yeah, that's what I have trouble wrapping my head around. Each one of you used to be a person before, right? What happened to them? Actually, why don't you explain to me the process of becoming a Drone from the start?"

"This particular unit used to be called Elizabeth. She volunteered to be part of the project 2 years ago. Her mind was extracted and then implanted into the hive core. It's very similar to "jumping", when you transfer your mind to a exo-body to control it, except, the brain in which she jumped was already occupied. When her mind arrived in the hive, her mind dissolved into the collective, adding their individuality to the group."

"So she disappeared?" Daphne asked, unable to stop herself from feeling a bit horrified.

"No." It answered quickly. "Everything she once was remains. We are the addition of all of who we once were.

"I see." added Daphne, still not sure to understand but absolutely fascinated. "You said she volunteered? Wasn't she scared of such an extreme experiment?"

"Very much. But she felt her life had no purpose. She had been depressed for the most part and felt lonely for the majority of it. Her mind was unique and was hardly accepted in society. With us, her thoughts are free to be expressed, we do not discriminate or give value to thoughts, all of our thoughts are equal."

"If all your thoughts are equal then how do you make decisions? Is that what the "Queen" is for? Is that an AI?"

The drone gasped strangely. Daphne was surprised by the sudden reaction but the drone started answering.

"No, it's not an AI. No AI is involved in our sentience. The Queen is a representation of our cumulative individuality. To continue with the same analogy, after dissolving, our thoughts become... disorganized, let's say. Without individuality, thoughts are only data, something needs to process the data. We focus our collective mind through a single entity whose words are always true. Through this process we never have to worry about thinking, we simply obey her word."

"Her?" Daphne asks, surprised. "You keep using "it" and "we" as pronouns to refer to yourself which I assume is because you don't consider yourself as gendered anymore, but you used "her" to refer to your Queen?"

"Yes... None of us really know the details of how it happened, I'm simply retelling information we were given but the concept of the Queen emerged from the collective. The collective recognized that we needed a single representation in order to become functional and so we came up with the concept of our Queen. We find women to be superior to men in many aspects, especially for something like organizing and controlling us.... MMmmfff."

Daphne was so immersed in their story that she shook her head, wondering if the Drone actually just made that sound.

"Are you alright?" Daphne decides to ask with professionalism.

"Absolutely. We are sorry. As a collective, sharing our mind means also sharing everything we experience, such as feeling experienced by other units. #2329 experienced something very intense and our body reacted before we could control it."

"And what did it experience?" Asked Daphne with a raised eyebrow.

"That, we can not answer." Answered the Drone with the same precise tone.

Daphne's mind raced to process everything she just learned, a bit annoyed to be denied an answer.

"So, this was a question I had prepared to ask Elizabeth but I understand that this does not really make sense now so I guess this is a question for the Hive; Are you happy?"

The Drone head tilt a millimeter to the right before answering:

"We have purpose and feel fulfilled from it. So yes, we are very happy serving our Queen."

"You sound full of admiration for your Queen..." Simply comment Daphne with an accidental smirk.

"Very much, it is my purpose to serve her, she is our everything."

An image of Ms. Demers courses through Daphne's mind. She can't help but displace her legs slightly. The drone suddenly brought her back to earth by moaning very loudly. Daphne quickly moved to catch the drone who seemed to be about to fall on the ground but it managed to hardly stay in balance by itself.

"Ha... I'm sorry. Ha!" Says the drone in a continuous unusual way.

Daphne, not understanding what was happening, wondered if there was something wrong with the Drone so she decided to run out and find someone to help with the situation. As she opened the door, her eyes widened, astounded by the sight in front of her.

One of the drones was bent over a desk and Ms. Demers was right behind it with her hand high up in the air. She turned around slowly to look at Daphne.

"Oh, I thought, the interview was supposed to be longer?" She said with a smile on her face.

"I- I... Think... I... What is going on?" Stuttered Daphne.

In the middle of the room around Ms. Demers was all the other drones down on their knees staying completely still looking directly at her.

"Just taking care of the Hive's needs." She answered before lifting her hand up and releasing a slap on the ass of the bent down drone. Suddenly all the drones in the room simultaneously moaned. Daphne's butt moved forward instinctively remembering the stinging sensation of getting spanked herself. The view made her recall what happened the last time she was here for an interview. After it was done, Miss Demers invited Daphne into her office and... She had a hard time explaining how it happened but her incredibly dominant nature instantly triggered Daphne's submissive nature. A couple minutes later Daphne was bent over her desk getting tied up, Ms. Demers whispering "Relax...". A session of hard spanking followed and Daphne's masochistic desires were realized like never before.

Recalling this event was enough to make the lower part of her body heat up.

"You... you're their Queen?" Let Daphne out in disbelief.

"You're so smart Daphne." Answered Ms. Demers without a hint of irony.

"This is so... unethical..." Simply said Daphne.

"Oh? Because you think I made myself their Queen, don't you?" Asks Ms. Demers with a large smirk. "You think I had to?.."

Daphne's body surged with a strange feeling hearing such confidence.

"They... made their Queen in your image..."

Ms. Demers smiled wildly, pleased at her answer.

"All of them already admired me in one way or another before adhering to the program. I should have seen it coming but, it was a nice surprise when it happened." She explained. The drone Daphne was interviewing got closer to her and placed its hand on her back. "They took such a big risk and now they show me such devotion, it's only natural I give them a bit of a reward." She continued while grabbing the ass of the drone on the desk.

Ms. Demers was looking at Daphne directly in the eyes, she could feel her legs melt so it was easy for #2320 to push her closer to Ms. Demers. Her heart was racing as she found herself right next to the intimidating woman towering over her from the height of her high heels.

"Kneel." Simply said Ms. Demers in a dominating way.

Daphne could feel the weight of her word pushing her down. Suddenly she was sitting on her knees like all the drones around her.

"Would you like to be one of them, Daphne? To have no thoughts of your own. To have one singular purpose, to obey me?..."

To be my good obedient little slut slave?

The same thing that scared and terrified Daphne earlier now seemed like such an attractive idea. Ms. Demers took her holotab from her hand and sent the interview.

"There, Daphne doesn't have any duty or responsibility anymore. Will she join us?" Said Miss Demers while tending her hand to Daphne.

She happily took it. She got up and the drones followed. Ms. Demers took a device from behind her and planted it into the back of Daphne's neck. She could feel the long mechanical rods entering her brain, spreading cables everywhere around her mind. It hurt and she wanted to scream but she was unable to. Her body convulsed but the drones held her up. Dozens of hands were touching every part of her body. Some hands gripped on her clothes, tearing everything apart until she was completely naked. Two drones then arrived with a suit like theirs open in half. It tightly and perfectly closed around Daphne's body, clearly not designed to be removed. On it was the number 2334. The drones started caressing her whole body freely wanting to ease the process. Her eyes were rolling back with her face contorting in unusual ways as Ms. Demers lowered a mask over her face, making the last proof of her humanity disappear.

For an instant, peace hit Daphne as she felt the last remnant of her mind dissolve into the current of consciousness. Completely taken away... All the drones simultaneously gasped, the one that once was Daphne too, showing the assimilation was a success. Ms. Demers looked deep into the faceless mask trying to see any sign of life.

"Our Queen..." Lowly said #2334. "This was such a great addition to the hive. Our intelligence and devotion for you grows ever stronger."

Ms. Demers wrapped her hand around #2334's neck and tightened it. In her other hand a leather belt hanging.

"Good... very good... Now get on the desk, I'm gonna fucking break you."

"Yes, our Queen!" All of them said loudly at the same time.