Will Of The Machine Ch 04

-+-+-BEGIN HUNT-+-+-

-+-+-INITIALIZE STEALTH SYSTEMS-+-+-

-+-+-ALL FUNCTIONS NOMINAL-+-+-

These words floated down over the Hound's vision, even as it began to blend into its surroundings perfectly, thanks to the use of a cloaking field. The parameters of its Mistress's assimilation protocols were also overlaid on its vision, and it paused for a moment to actually learn just what those parameters were.

It was forbidden from assimilating the family members of those it chose as being suitable for the mission, though perhaps an exception could be made in certain instances. The Hound queried Maya's consciousness and received a prompt response, one that was most satisfactory indeed. And so it made a caveat to the first parameter.

-+-+-ASSIMILATION OF A TARGETS FAMILY MEMBERS IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN EXCEPT IN THE INSTANCE THAT SAID FAMILY MEMBERS ARE INSISTENT ON ACCOMPANYING THE TARGET AS THEY EMBARK UPON THE MISSION-+-+-

The Hound nodded to itself and started moving again. The next parameter it received was that targets it chose should be extremely useful to the mission, not just as breeders, but as functioning crew members that could be lifesaving in an emergency situation as well. Also reasonable, the Hound felt.

It also received a list of priority targets, mainly experts in one field or another, with a Medical Doctor right at the top. While it felt that such a person would be highly redundant till much later in the mission, it was not going to question its Mistress.

It broke out of the forest upon which Maya's house bordered and took stock of its location. At the moment it stood upon a small cliff overlooking a fairly well sized town. It was a typical sort of American town, not that it truly knew what a typical American town was like, yet this would have been an apt descriptor if it had known.

Considering the Hound was a creation of alien technology, it had vastly superior capabilities in certain regards to its Terran contemporaries. It utilized such advantages at this moment, slipping into the city networks and thus accessing just about every internet connected device in the town. At blazing fast speeds it zipped along the digital highway, seeking out anything that would give it a clue as to who its first target should be.

It got a hit after two minutes of searching, happening upon a likely subject that could be vital to the cause. Snooping through the files, emails and personal documents on the subject's computer, it learned much about them.

They were single, if their extensive dating app usage suggested, and surprisingly unsuccessful in securing a suitable mate. As desired they were a doctor, not specialized but that would be best really. And as it turned out, they were also currently using their computer.

The Hound activated the built in camera and made sure to keep such a thing unseen by this potential addition, and finally it got a live view of the woman in question.

She was tall, only an inch shorter than its Mistress was, older as well. Mid thirties, it estimated, though a quick look through public records had her listed as thirty six. She was a bit heavier than its Mistress, but not to an unhealthy degree. Matronly, as some humans would probably call her. Perfect for breeding, though her medical skills would certainly prove useful. It made note of more surface level observations. She was blonde, had brown eyes and pale skin, DD cup size and a bit of a drinking problem, one that was only exacerbated by the fact she couldn't snag herself a date.

Well, she was about to have the afternoon of her life, that was for sure. The Hound got her address and a map of the area, soon locating her domicile from its vantage point and so leapt off the cliff. It ensured its cloak had not failed in the time it had taken to track down a suitable target and also activated some light mental obfuscation fields to further enhance its stealth capabilities.

As it dashed, somewhat noisily down the streets, anyone that heard it clanking along had the knowledge of its passing erased from their mind, leaving behind little more than a moment of airheadedness for them to ponder over. And as it turned onto the street upon which she resided, it presented its bait.

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Lucienne Delisle, or Luci as her friends called her, was not having a very good evening at all. Another date had fallen through, much to her extreme disappointment, and she'd thought it'd gone quite well but apparently not. So here she was, drowning her sorrows with wine, as she usually did. At least her drinking hadn't started to affect her job, not that she ever drank while on call.

She was just about to close her laptop and go sulk elsewhere when a pop-up appeared on the screen that caught her eye. The screen around it fluctuating and pulsing to some sort of rhythm her eyes could perceive, yet her brain had trouble comprehending it.

ᐐThings just aren't going your way, are they?ᐑ

She stared at the pop-up for a long moment before she realized she was actually able to respond. In her impaired state she certainly wasn't thinking this was at all odd or worrisome, instead she set her hands on the keyboard and began to type. Deep down she could tell something strange was happening, and yet she felt compelled to respond.

ᐐIt's not fair. Am I not allowed to be happy?ᐑ

ᐐYou are. We agree that it's not fair. We have a solution to your unhappiness.ᐑ

A solution? The thought swam through her alcohol clouded mind, the thought of happiness making her tingle.

ᐐWhat is it?ᐑ

ᐐIt is better to show you. Needless to say, however, that such happiness comes with certain responsibilities. Are you prepared to carry them out?ᐑ

She felt her heart flutter, the strange pulsing of the screen only intensifying the longer she looked at it. The rational part of her screamed to look away, yet she couldn't, nor did she want to. Instead she responded.

ᐐYes.ᐑ

Typing that word felt amazing, a shiver rolling down her spine.

ᐐOpen the front door.ᐑ

She swallowed, standing slowly and turning away from the laptop at last as she moved towards the door. Stopping just before it, she watched in a daze as her hand rose, the limb quivering as her slender fingers curled around the doorknob. Twisting and pulling, she opened the door and stepped aside, allowing something invisible to brush past her. She felt heat as it did, and when the heat had vanished she closed the door, her somewhat glassy gaze sweeping around the room in search of the presence she'd just admitted.

-+-+-Do not scream.-+-+-

The words, the voice, echoed through her mind with whisper, feeling the sudden desire to do just as it had told her not to rise within her, only to be dampened as she obeyed. The moment she did, the presence manifested. Her rich brown eyes swept along the strange, alien creature currently standing in her living room, her heart starting to race as the enormity of what she was seeing became apparent to her.

Yet she did not scream, for it had commanded her not to. Instead she stood there, petrified as it stared at her with six glowing eyes.

"Wha-what are you?" She asked, finally finding her voice.

-+-+-We are an instrument of our Mistress's will. We are the Hound. We have come to offer you an opportunity.-+-+-

An opportunity? Luci wasn't entirely sure what sort of offer a thing like this could make for her, but she'd already let it into her home, might as well see what it was going to offer.

"And... What is this opportunity of yours?"

-+-+-To see the stars, to meet alien life, to find companionship and bear the children that will restart a species.-+-+-

It felt as though she'd run face first into a brick wall, it was all a bit much, yet now even the rational side of her was taking a moment to consider the offer dangling before her. It was not much of a secret that she wanted children, or that she was lacking in the companionship department. But kickstarting a species sounded like way more than she really wanted... That being said, she was also desperate and if humanity could not fulfill her needs and desires, perhaps she should look elsewhere. It sounded almost too good to be true and she got the feeling that this thing wasn't telling her everything.

"And what are you leaving out?"

-+-+-To partake in the offer we provide, you must become like my Mistress. You must be upgraded.-+-+-

"What does it mean to be upgraded?" She asked, concern welling up in her breast.

-+-+-Your body will be flooded with nanomachines. Your biological functions and structures converted to purely synthetic save for your brain and womb. You will be immortal, unable to contract sickness or disease. You will be perfect.-+-+-

Her eyes widened considerably, her mouth suddenly dry and yet, she was more than able to make up her mind.

"A-Alright... I accept." She said, fidgeting a bit as she looked at the creature. "Just uh... How does it work?"

-+-+-Relax. We shall take it from here.-+-+-

The creature slowly began to approach her, growing larger as it did so and yet not any longer. Regarding her with its many eyes, which seemed to scan her from head to toe, it brought its face closer to her own, maw opening to reveal its wicked teeth. A long, dextrous tongue lolled free, and even as she naturally leaned away from it, the tongue slid across a cheek, then down over her throat, leaving behind a thin coating of something vaguely like saliva.

Yet saliva did not create a tingling, erotic warmth upon the skin, and she felt her cheeks flush deeply as the tongue curled against her collarbone, then shot down between her breasts. A gasp left her, followed by a moan as the organ curled around a breast,

The creature shifted itself about, weight and form morphing into something more bipedal, front paws elongating into clawed hands that slowly encircled Luci's waist, holding her still as the tongue dove even deeper into her clothes. She felt herself pushed back against a wall, her body starting to squirm as the tongue delved past the waistband of her skirt and lace lingerie. It dipped between her thighs, slathering her sex with more of that delightful not-saliva, even as her fine blouse started to get soaked by more of the stuff. Her body was on fire, her eyes rolling and her mouth almost perpetually hanging open, all while the creature, this Hound, took its time.

It's tongue slowly began to retract, wriggling teasingly upon her clit before slithering back up her body. By now her clothes had started to dissolve, the saliva getting to work and eating it away so that the Hound would have complete access to her. It only needed to uncover the parts it was going to penetrate, nothing more and so the fine stockings and heels she wore remained unscathed.

Its hands closed behind her knees, suddenly hoisting her upwards and knocking a few pictures onto the floor. A rumble rolled through its chest, and before she could say anything about her new position, its tongue shot into her open mouth, expanding to fill the space as it wriggled down her throat. She gagged briefly, but soon the feeling simply vanished, replaced with a delightful fullness that continued to descend into her body.

With her head now forced back thanks to the tongue invading her throat, she did not get a chance to see what this Hound thing had decided to do. But she did feel it, the machine drawing her hips towards its own as the Hound's body split open, engulfing her lower body with terrible ease. The liquid hide closed around her entire rear and part of her upper thighs, sealing her partially inside it as it went to work.

Thousands of tiny feelers and tentacles slithered over her flesh where it was encased, making her body spasm in delight. With that area secured it let go of her legs and now drew her upper body forwards as well, the first parts to be engulfed were her breasts, which received the same treatment as her lower body.

Finally, it decided to simply draw the rest of her inside itself as well, and though a very tiny part of her mind screamed in terror, she could not deny that the sudden darkness, the strange humidity and of course, the thousands of tentacles and feelers fully exploring her body was anything but heaven.

Suction cups settled over her nipples, applying firm tugs to her breasts as though it wished to milk her, ten thin tendrils slithered up into her sex, delving as deep as her body would allow. More invaded her rear, plunging deeply and seeking out the tentacle in her throat which continued to pump away. Several found her mind, pumping bliss and aphrodisiacs directly into it, overwhelming her ability to think coherently. She was allowed a measure of motion while trapped inside the Hound, if only to squirm and writhe in her sexual bliss. While she was slowly consumed by her pleasure, the Hound shivered and lowered itself back down onto all fours, once more connecting to the town's network and seeking out multiple targets at once.

It found several, all women of course, its purpose was to bring more women into the fold while its Mistress and her friend would find men to assimilate. So while it began pumping load after load of all consuming nanites into Lucienne, pushing her into a series of seemingly endless orgasms, it reactivated its stealth systems and left the house, sending a simple message to those it selected.

ᐐWe can make your wildest dreams come true.ᐑ