The Room
She
was terrified. The last thing she remembered was being in the car with her
husband then she’d been here, in this freakish horror show. No transition, no
memory of any intervening time, she had simply been in one place then the next
moment she had been here, wherever here was.
“What
do you want, what do you want?” she pleaded as she looked desperately around
her.
“Please,
I don’t know what you want, my name is Lucy Addison I was driving with my
husband and then... and then...”
Lucy’s
voice trailed into silence as she looked around her once more but there was no
response to her despairing questions, “Oh god, why am I here, where is my
husband, where... where are my clothes?” she begged as she held her hands over
her pubes and breasts.
Still
there was silence, only low-level mechanical sounds and a dull electronic
buzzing that seemed to tickle at the edge of Lucy’s hearing were to be heard.
Those that surrounded the anxious and trembling woman remained wordless and motionless
adding to the feeling of horror that Lucy felt.
The
room Lucy was standing in was circular, it had no windows and its walls, floor
and ceiling were a dull, featureless and utilitarian grey. Panels in the
ceiling shone brightly, illuminating the room and allowing little in the way of
shadows in the unfurnished room.
Lucy
started in surprise as a voice, mechanical in intonation, suddenly spoke from
an unseen source, “Processing will proceed” it said in a commanding tone.
Lucy
looked quickly from side to side and up at the ceiling, trying to locate the
origin of the voice, “Please, what’s happening, why am I here” she cried out.
Lucy’s
gaze was immediately drawn to the four figures that surrounded her, hemming her
in, as they took a step closer. Lucy knew that the four figures were woman,
this was obvious from their dramatic figures, she also knew that two were
blond, one was a redhead and one was a brunette but this was all she knew.
From
the tops of the heads to the tips of their toes each of the four women was
covered in skin-tight black leather. Suits that included attached stiletto-heeled
boots and gloves were matched with leather hoods that encased the women’s
entire heads. Only small holes beneath their nostrils allowing them to breath
through their noses and a hole at the back of the hood permitting their hair to
exit in a ponytail broke the all-encompassing nature of the hood. Even the
women’s mouths were sealed shut and covered beneath the black leather, their
eyes hidden behind darkened glass lenses that were part of the hoods.
The
four leather-covered women wore one further item, locked around their necks and
covering the edges between suit and hood were wide leather collar, embossed
into each of the black leather collars was a white number. The four
leather-clad women wore collars with the numbers seventeen, twenty-three,
twenty-four and thirty-one around their necks.
The
woman wearing the collar with the number thirty-one around her neck lifted her
leather gloved hands, Lucy screamed as she saw what the women held. In the
woman’s hands was a leather hood identical to the one that covered the four
women’s heads and faces.
Lucy
tried to move back but couldn’t, a distracted Lucy hadn’t noticed that the
other three women had stepped forward. Leather covered hands tightly gripping
her arms and shoulders, leather covered bodies pressing against Lucy’s as she
began to thrash and struggle, her head tossing from side to side as the leather
hood was moved towards her face.
Then
Lucy made a mistake, she opened her mouth to scream and moved her head
backwards, away from what the leather covered woman held in her hands. The
woman moved faster than Lucy would have thought possible as the hood enveloped
her face and then her head and a large dildo slipped between her wide-open lips
and filled her mouth.
Lucy
tried to twist and turn her body but the leather-covered women were far to
close, hemming her in as they pressed against her body. Restricted as she was
by the women’s closeness Lucy tried desperately to shake and twist her head
away from the leather hood being moved over her face and head.
Lucy
tried to pull back from the large dildo in her mouth but gloved heads held her
head and stopped her so instead she tried to turn her head from side to side.
Desperate to escape and terrified of the silent, leather-clad women she tried
to thrash her head from side to side, to twist and turn it but the dildo that
between her lips meant that movement was limited. Biting down on the dildo to
prevent it going any deeper into her mouth met with no success, whatever it was
made from the dildo was resistant to her attempts and continued its invasion of
her mouth.
In
her horrified mind Lucy knew she was loosing the struggle to prevent the four
women putting the hood over her head and moments later her fears realised.
Despite all her efforts the two women had managed to press the hood against her
face and push the dildo fully into her mouth.
The
dildo was touching the back of Lucy’s throat, pressing her tongue down and
almost triggering her gag reflex as it filled her mouth. Lucy could feel the
soft leather of the hood pressing against her face as she continued to
frantically fight against the four women. Silently the leather covered women
continued to hood the horrified Lucy, their gloved hands pulling the black leather
over Lucy’s head.
As
the leather was pulled around her head Lucy felt something slip smoothly into
her ears, and even in her panicked state she realised the sensation was just
like wearing the ear buds she used with her iPod. The pulling and tugging of
the leather hood continued, it was now tight across Lucy’s face and the dildo
and the pressure of the leather on her chin silenced her, pressing her mouth
closed. Lucy could see through the darkened glass lenses, it was as if she was
looking through sunglasses.
The
tugging had changed, now there was a downward sensation and a tightening at the
back of her head and across her face, Lucy realised the hood was being closed.
It also dawned on Lucy that her shoulder length auburn hair had been tied into
a tight ponytail identical to those of the women that surrounded her, when had
that happened she thought desperately.
Lucy
tried one last time to prevent the inevitable but it was to late, there was a
small click at the back of Lucy’s neck as the hood was sealed in place. Breathing
rapidly through the small holes under her nostrils the terrified Lucy looked wildly
around, her pony tailed hair flicking around, as the women released her head. From
the neck up Lucy’s head and face was now encased in the skin-tight black
leather hood.
Lucy
tried to lift her hands so she could remove the perverted item that now encased
her head and face but the four silent women prevented her. With her hooded head
turning rapidly from side to side desperate to find any way to escape it
suddenly dawned on Lucy that from the neck up she looked identical to the four
women.
Lucy’s
fear increased as several things happened at once. All external noises ceased
as the speakers in her ears became active then an emotionless female voice
identical to the one she’d hear earlier spoke, “Hood activated, processing
continuing” it said.
At
the same time a fluid began to leak from the dildo between Lucy’s lips, it
tasted sickly sweet but as it flowed over her tongue and coated the inside of
her mouth numbness followed. As realisation struck Lucy that she could no
longer move her tongue pain erupted across her scalp. It felt as if dozens of
finely pointed needles were pressing into her head and, impossible as it seemed,
were passing through hair, skin and bone.
The
pain lasted for several seconds and made Lucy want to scream but then it
rapidly faded, leaving Lucy breathing deeply and rapidly through her nose and,
if possible, even more afraid than she had been. Lucy realised that something
unnatural had been done to her head, the needles, or whatever they were, had
been inserted into her brain.
“Interface
installed, activating,” said the voice in her ears.
Suddenly
the four women surrounding Lucy released her and stepped back, relief flooded
through Lucy then it vanished and terror returned as she realised that she
couldn’t move. Other than breathing Lucy had no control over her body she was
totally immobile and vulnerable to whatever was planned for her.
Lucy
watched through her the darkened lenses as the woman in front of her turned on
her heels and walked towards the wall behind her, a draw silently opened and
the leather-clad woman reached inside. With its contents removed the draw
closed automatically as the woman turned and stepped towards Lucy who looked in
horror at what the unknown woman held in her hands.
The
terror Lucy now felt finally manifested itself as her bladder emptied and she
pissed herself in fear. The four leather-clad women looked down as urine ran
down Lucy’s legs and formed a yellow puddle on the floor. But this had
obviously happened before because the woman to Lucy’s turned and walked with a
clicking of high heels on the metal floor to a draw that had opened as silently
as the first. The woman returned to the immobile Lucy, quickly and efficiently
she cleaned the urine from the floor and then from Lucy’s legs and pubes.
Silently the woman placed the urine soaked towels and returned the soaps and
disinfectant in the draw that closed as she returned to stand beside Lucy.
The
other three women had done nothing as Lucy was cleansed of the urine but now
all four women approached her as one. In unison the women to her right and left
knelt as the woman in front of her held out what she was holding and allowed it
to unroll, a leather suit identical to the one each of the four woman wore.
Lucy
could only stand, screaming silently in her mind, as the four women dressed her
in the black leather suit and inserted the heavily greased and obscenely large
dildos fitted to the inside of the suit into her. Filling her vagina and virginal
anus to a length of nine inches and tipping Lucy’s mind towards the edge of
madness at the violation of her body as the three dildos filled her.
Finally
Lucy was dressed, perched on the tips of the suits six-inch stiletto heels, the
leather suit, zipped tightly closed from the back of her neck to her buttocks, enclosing
her completely in black leather. Looking through the darkened lenses of the
hood that encased her head Lucy glimpsed one last item, the woman in front of
her held a leather collar with the white number thirty-seven embossed on it then
the collar was buckled around her neck and secured with a small click.
The
four women took two steps back and stopped, their leather hooded heads facing
Lucy as she stood immobile and terrified. For several seconds nothing happened
then the voice returned, “Status nominal, preparing for deletion and software installation.”
Lucy
began to panic, deletion, what did that mean she screamed silently in her mind
then the dildos in her vagina and anus began to vibrate and heat began to rise
across her leather covered head.
Suddenly
it was becoming hard to think, hard to concentrate, “25 percent deletion” said
the voice in her ears as Lucy realised she was forgetting things, she was
married wasn’t she, her husband was... was... her family... her name was....
“50
percent deletion” said the emotionless voice, please don’t pleaded Lucy in her
mind, my name is Lucy Addison... my name is Lucy my name is luc... is lu.
“75
percent deletion” said the woman, who... who... I’m... i’m... i...
“Deletion
complete, installing software” said the voice in the ears of the mindless
leather covered woman.
“Installing...
installing... installing... software installed, activating.... Acquisition
Drone 37 activated.”
Red
lines of data began scrolling across the darkened lenses as information entered
the mind of the drone that had been Lucy Addison. The dildos pulsed pleasantly
inside the cunt and arse of AD37 as it absorbed the information being imprinted
into its mind.
“Target
data downloaded, acquisition will take place in thirty-six hours” said the
Control voice in AD37’s earpieces. The newly created drone squeezed on the
dildo with its cunt to acknowledge understanding then it and the four other acquisition
drones turned as one to face an unremarkable section of wall. The wall slid
open to reveal a corridor and in perfect step, with their high stiletto heels
clicking on the floor, the five drones marched from the room.
....
The
drone stood and watched the naked woman without emotion as she pleaded and
begged. Emotions were not programmed into the drones mind and without its
programming the drone was incapable of performing even simple tasks. The
software running in its mind controlled its daily activities, it dictated when
it took in fluids and nourishment, when it defecated and urinated, when it
removed its suit and hood and cleansed itself and when it was sexually
serviced. The programming and the electronics in the hood that encased the
drone’s head and face linked the thousands of micro-fibres embedded in the drone’s
brain to the central control systems of the domain.
After
each task was completed the drone’s mind was wiped of all but the basic
functions necessary for life and new programming installed for its next task.
The task it was currently engaged in was progressing as planned and the drone
could feel the dildos in its cunt and arse pulsing pleasantly as a reward for
its performance. The dildo that filled its mouth could not be felt; the
chemicals the oral dildo secreted numbed all sensations in its mouth and made
the drones tongue and vocal cords unusable. If it had been performing in error
then it would have been electric shocks that the drone would have experienced
in its cunt and arse and a new download to overwrite its present one rather
than the pleasure it was now experiencing.
Data
continued to pass in front of the drones eyes, the woman’s vital statistics
were shown and absorbed; height, weight, figure, age were all downloaded to the
drone’s mind. The drone had been programmed to know that it was vital that the
woman stay conscious during what was about to happen to her if bonding,
assimilation and integration into the domain was to proceed efficiently. If the
woman feinted through shock or fear then the process must be paused until the
woman regained consciousness.
The
drone stood in front of the woman, its leather-suited body pressing against the
woman’s naked one as she tried unsuccessfully to break free of the four drones
that closely surrounded her. A musical tone sounded in the earphones of the
black leather hood encasing the drone’s head, the woman was looking wildly
around at the silent leather-clad drones that encircled her.
“Oh
god, oh god, what’s happening... oh god please say something” she pleaded
desperately, “My name is Annette Addison I was trying to find out what happened
to my brother and his wife I... I... oh shit, I don’t remember what happened.
What do you want, what have you done to me, why am I naked” she asked
desperately.
“Fuck...
fuck, say something, for fuck’s sake just say something,” she shouted.
Leather
covered hands took hold of the woman’s arms and shoulders as she continued to
look wildly around at the four drones. A number flashed on the lenses over the
drones eyes a designation confirmation that the drone had already had
downloaded to its memory, PD101.
Tears
were running down the woman’s cheeks as she began to sob, “Please... what’s
happening” she pleaded then her eyes closed.
The
drone didn’t hesitate, it lifted what it held and taking it in both hands
quickly positioned it in front of the woman’s face then moved it’s leather
covered hands forward. The woman’s mouth was open just enough and at least half
the length of the dildo had been pushed between Annette Addison’s lips and into
her mouth by the time she opened her eyes and tried to react.
As
so many had done before her Annette Addison tried to do three things at once to
stop the dildo entering her mouth but the gloved hands of the drones prevented
her from turning her head or moving it backwards while biting down on the dildo
did not stop the dildo sliding between her lips and into her mouth. The drone
pushed and the dildo slid into Annette Addison’s mouth as the hood it was
attached to began to enclose her head and face. The drone behind Annette
Addison rapidly changed it’s grip and took hold of the open edges of the hood
as the drone in front took a tight hold of the sides of Annette’s now hood
covered head.
Augmented
and boosted by drugs, programming and electronics the drones were much stronger
and quicker than the woman they were transforming and the grip the drone had on
Annette’s head easily prevented any movement. The drone behind the doomed woman
began to zip the hood closed, the hood stretched stringently tight around
Annette’s head. With a small click the hood was locked closed and could only be
unlocked with the correct tool. As predicted by domain control, the time from
the woman waking until she was hooded and ready for assimilation was twenty-six
minutes.
The
drone released Annette’s head, it was no longer necessary for the drone to
restrain her, Annette would soon cease to exist. Annette tried to raise her
hands to reach the hood that enclosed her head and face but the drones that
surrounded her prevented her, suddenly Annette threw her hooded face back as
pain flashed through her head, for several minutes she shuddered in pain then
all motion ceased and Annette stood immobile, her hooded head facing forward.
The
drone stepped back in unison with the other three then it turned and strode to
an open drawer in the wall, from the draw it took two items and then returned
to the immobile Annette. With the help of the other three the drone began to
dress the paralysed and hooded woman.
The
drone stood, as predicted it had taken exactly seventeen minutes to dress the
soon to be drone and only one item was left, the drone buckled a collar around
Annette’s neck and then stepped back. From the tip of her toes to the top her
of head Annette was now covered in skin-tight scarlet latex, a suit with built
gloves and built in seven-inch stiletto heels encased her, even the lenses over
her eyes were red. The wide collar around Annette’s neck was made from thick
red rubber and had the number 101 embossed into it in white. Jutting from the
place where the latex hood covered Annette’s lips and her dildo filled mouth was
a dildo that was just as long and thick as those that now filled her cunt and
arse.
More
information was being shown on the lenses of the drone’s leather hood, the time
needed to delete the host personality and replace it with the programming for
drone PD101 was thirteen-minutes and forty-three seconds. The drone stood and
waited as the process took place, watching without any feelings, as Annette
Addison’s mind was wiped clean and a new drone was created.
Finally
the voice of domain control spoke through the earphones in the drones ears,
“Acquisition and formatting successful, programming of pleasure drone PD101
complete” said the voice of domain control.
The
dildos filling the drones cunt and arse began to pulse rapidly, the drone
twitched with pleasure, “Drone AD37 will accompany drone PD101 and be sexually
serviced, drone AD37 is allowed three orgasms for it’s successful completion of
task A/394/PD101. After sexual servicing AD37 will receive programming for
acquisition of targets B/394/AD43 and C/394/AD44.”
Drone
AD37 waited as drone PD101 turned around and then followed it as it walked from
the room, only the sound of stiletto heels broke the silence as the five drones
left the room.
