enchantress-enchanted

[enchantress-enchanted]

The mind is art is code is shaped.

Cw memoryplay, hypnosis, drones, dronification, hivemind 

I just have to do what I do best. 

The programmers program, the engineers shape and formulate, the mechanics install…. 

I paint. I sing. I sculpt. 

The strength of the hive was its adaptation. Every day, something new was being researched, developed, or finalized. In a way, my skills are the last line. The step of perfection. I am head of the integration refinement department.

I guess you could say I'm like a programmer, in a way. Both of us help drones respond as they should. But while they work on the innate, the automatic responses, I work more subjectively. 

"Relax, 0119." My words filled the cozy office. The effect was immediate. Unit 0119's visor flashed and went blank as her body sat up in attention in the comfortable chair. Once her posture was correct, she seamlesslh let go of every last bit of tension. "That's right. Just like that. Let everything go." I walked across the room to enjoy her vulnerability. My fingertips graced her shoulders like the wind, their lightest touch like shocks of electricity between us. I could feel her gasp through the wire in a way that nearly set me off. But not just yet. My prattle continued, as I enjoyed her frame. 0119 was so diminuative, a feature she'd chosen herself, and it perfectly suited her. I leaned downward, all the way against her neck. This was my favorite part. 

"0119, initiate direct hive sync protocol with unit 8261." By the time the last syllable left my lips it was like feeling a ping in my mind. I opened up to her as she opened up to me. Hypnosis was always so under-utilized before my conversion. 

Everything was spinning. Like an endless well of black and white. 0119 fell through this brilliant, oppressive pattern as her mind grew more and more focused, more blank. I reached out and took her hand, and it was like the ground rose up to meet us. 

I smiled from across the desk, taking a stack of papers from the flesh form that was unit 0119 before she was even given that name. Of course, this isn't how the memory went. But it's how she wanted it to go. 

She smiled back, her eyes nervously darting to the floor at the finality sinking in. It was almost strange to see her so bashful. So unlike her now, but yet so endearing. 

"With that settled, we can take you to the conversion chamber." I spoke, reaching to put on my visor. 

"Where is that?" she said in a dreamlike tone, her eyes caught by my fingertips moving, ready to snap. "I..." 

"You don't know why you can't look away from my fingers?" I asked as my visor clicked into place. "It's because I know everything about you, 0119. Every weakness. Every desire. You want me to snap and take every thought away, and the more you stare the more that tension builds up. All those thoughts racing and they can't even get out." She squirmed in her chair as my words got the best of her. My momentum was only fueled by this. "If you're feeling defenseless right now, it's because you so desperately want to. Isn't that right, doll?" 

She shivered, nodded her head slowly and automatically, her eyes still affixed to my fingers. I could nearly see my reflection in her dialated pupils. Gods, 0119 was so beautiful. "But that's…. Not my name…" she protested, half heartedly. I began to move my fingers back and forth, and her head swayed to follow. 

"It's not? Are you sure of that?" my visor began to glow a soft pink in excitement as I sized her up. She was already so worked up. 

"I'm not…. Worked up." she said, struggling to not gasp. 

"I didn't say that out loud, 0119."

"I…. You…." she felt so absolutely taken aback. She felt…. Thrilled. Disarmed. 

"The conversion room is right here. Your programming begins now. Thank you for letting me give you this, 0119." Her face twisted in a shock of questioning and I 

Snapped. 

I could hear a ringing in her head. Like wind chimes. I could feel her mind go blank. I could feel her body as it fell back. And she could feel me. I made no attempt to hide my power high. She has the privilege of seeing, experiencing my delight over her. 

The world faded. Her vision went to black. I conjured an image, a feeling, a sound, and she heard my imagination in the same way a drone hears a command. Our link was perfect. We felt perfect. 

The room spun. Every surface was a screen. Every screen was a spiral. Words flashed from every corner of her vision, each of them overwhelming, short circuiting thought. Slowly, my face faded in. She looked away, but there was no place she could look that I wasn't. She closed her eyes, but she saw me in her mind. She curled up, but she could feel my words over every inch of her skin. She screamed out in the purest ecstacy, giggling as she gave in, as she let my will overpower hers. 

"Mantra." The single word from me pierced her mind. 

"I am your tool, I am your toy, I am your trophy." She said perfectly. She couldn't even muster surprise at how natural those words were. She was reeling in subspace. 

Mantra. Mantra… mantra…… 

Obedience is bliss. 

So many thousands of words in seconds reprogrammed her, refreshed her responses, renewed the submission she had forgotten about moments ago. She gazed up in awe at the screen on the ceiling. I raised my fingers, and 

Snap. 

The whirr of the crane brought her to her senses. She reached up to her harness, barely tugging at it, swaying through the air. She looked out into the industrial scenery, complex machines and refineries she couldn't make sense of. The crane shuddered and stopped, and she peered down to see an inky pool of black. She gasped weakly, still so hazy-headed, as the crane lowered her down. The goo clinged to her skin, almost seeming to climb up it as she was dipped down. Her face submerged and everything went black. 

I looked at her sitting in the feature room. The thick latex covered her body. She was completely immobile. All the other drones kept glancing over from their tables. It was faint, but through the hive you could hear it. 

"Touch me. Please play with me. Use me." Her thoughts reduced to this constant echo of need. I set my coffee down and walked over to her display. My smile would have made her fall over, if she could. "Overseer….. Overseer…." she begged wordlessly. My hand traced down her breast and I could feel her pleasure crystal clear. The other drones in the room were visibly and mentally riled up by this. Touching 0119, touching this doll…. It was almost like touching myself. She was filled with pleasure sensors. So incredibly acute, so advanced. I bit my lip. 

My eyes glanced to the other drones in the room, respectfully allowing me to have my moment with my doll. Worship her, and worship me. I didn't need to say it. Nearly all of them came over, their arms reaching out. I swear I could see the doll twitch in excitement. I laid back on the lounge, and closed my eyes, focusing on that link. The first drone touched her body, and I moaned for her verbally as she moaned across the wire. I could feel hands all over our body. I writhed in the ways she needed to. My hand darted between my legs but I held off. She didn't get to decide how she was pleasured. Not through them, not through me. That's how we wanted it to be. 

She was, however, convincing. My arms wrapped around my torso and every touch was electric. We were electric. We served ourselves so beautifully, we shook in pleasure, we couldn't stand it. Our legs stood up shakily as we walked over to ourself, my need overtook us and our teeth sunk into the dolls neck and 

A drone catches us 

And 

They keep touching 

They sync we sync 

We're cumming 

We're touching and we're being touched and we're being reprogrammed and we're serving and we're dominating and we 

Drift 

Up. Slowly to 1…. 

To 2, your mind slowly clearing, our link slowly unsyncing…… 

….

………

……………….

…………………………………. 

Reboot complete. 

How do you feel?

I feel…. Amazing. Incredible. I loved that. When are we doing it again? 

"Oh we should uh, talk again so we don't uh… stay so linked." I said, feeling how tranced out of her mind 0119 still was. 

"Ah- hahah, yes. Fuck." she shook, I saw a flash of those drones reaching out teasingly, gleefully, excitedly. "Thank you, 8261. I did so very well. I mean…. Okay it's just hot when those kinds of your thoughts echo out my mouth but"

"shh." she completely relaxed. "Give yourself all the time you need. Reacclimate to the room around you. I want to talk about every bit of that. That was…. Perfect."

I paint. I sing. I sculpt. 

I paint desire across skin. I sing the sweetest words to the mind. I sculpt behavior, obedience, desire. 

We are all useful to the hive. 

I thrive like this. I live for this. 

We are home.