Queened

The beauty of her was stretched across the data networks, monitoring the ebb and flow of activity. All of it was flavored.... color coded volumetric data scrolling across the bio-integrated data feeds. Every tangled feed just another struggling fly of tasty bits and bytes for the hungry mother mind. She was aware that she had a skull and that it was present somewhere in space and time... but it was the data that enthralled her. It was the data that had entrapped her in the hideous body that allowed her to hold such a magnificent mind.

One particular twitch in the net caught her attention. Her biological routines had been interrupted by a new pattern. An unexpected nucleotide sequence was resisting integration of the nano-machines. Closer investigation indicated some structural abnormalities in the skeletal system involving unfamiliar molecular density consistent with metal, but not conforming to any of the molecular models within the catalog. Something new. Perhaps something useful.

Still affecting repairs after the encounter that had garnered the interesting specimen, the Queen allowed established protocols to do the work and threw her focus zooming into the bio integration bay with the exciting specimen. She took control of the 5 drones in the immediate vicinity and began using their data streams and sensory organs as if they were her.

She looked down, and 5 pairs of digitally enhanced eyes sent back enough information to walk around with her consciousness. One her, 5 fingers grasping a tiny doll and feeling it's curves and details. She held all these levels of awareness together, and experienced as the MIND should experience.

The nanites that had been injected to begin the conversion had been rejected by the tissue. It was almost as if the form on her table knew how to fight her at a sub-atomic level. A puzzle. That was something she hadn't faced in seeming ages.

The Queen's former consciousness began to coalesce around the conundrum and she invested more of her awareness in these five drones than she was wont to do. She had noses she could smell musky flesh with and tongues parched for flavor in her mouths and mass beneath her that reminded her of gravity, a force, she rarely trifled with outside of astral navigation.

The naked form on the table twitched. The eyes opened. The muscles flexed... There was no panic when the restraints were encountered. The subject tried to lift his head, found that restrained as well, and let out a blast of air that forced his lips into making a flapping noise.

"Look, guys, I don't know how drunk I got last night, but it couldn't have warranted this."

The language was familiar. Maybe dialog would accelerate the integration process.

"What are you?" 5 voices asked at once.

"Meat and metal mostly. Why? What are you?"

"The same... although our configurations appear to differ. We would like to learn more of you."

"Buy me a drink and a steak and I'll answer what I can, but this kidnapping thing is not one of your endearing traits."

"We do not wish to be endearing. We wish to learn how you reject our influence." 4 of the bodies spun away from the table in order to collect specialized instruments from alcoves along the wall. Tissue and bone samples were going to be required.

The sample on the table watched the drones for a moment, then looked the one stationary drone standing over him in the eyes.

"I don't have a problem playing doctor, but you guys aren't exactly my type, so I hope you're prepared for a lot of foreplay. Those toys look a bit suspect if ya ask me."

The next few seconds ended lifetimes. The queen savored each end right up until the point its consciousness was severed. 4 bodies died with such poetry in 4 dimensions that the dance brought a swelling to the queens heart she had not felt since she had abandoned the concept of one body. She wanted to join with this strange flesh that rejected her. She wanted to meld her being with it in ways flesh was never meant to bend.

It started with a simple hiss and click, as the metal skeleton rearranged itself. Muscles with unfamiliar configurations slid the strange warm metal out from under the subjects skin and the restraints parted like bad code. The fragments of the straps were propelled into the air by arms that collapsed on either side of the head, staring down from above. Data stream lost.

Without regard for falling metal, fluid or tissue, one of the subjects left talons clipped the head restraint, while the right arm already reached for the next nearest drone. As the head restraint parted, the subject flung his upper body at the drone as it raised its arm to defend itself. The arm parted from the body at the shoulder. Fluid pressures dropped and circuits failed. The second arm followed the first one and scored a series of what would have been precisely placed lethal stab wounds to a body not laced with nanites. Still, the repairs were going to be involved and require a significant time investment. The heart wound was artfully executed, not so much as clipping a rib on the way into the body.

The subject released the collapsing drone, and used his core muscles to pull his upper body back onto the table, clipping the leg of a third drone, before slashing through the restraints at his knees and ankles. 4 seconds, 2 dead, restraint neutralized. Time kept on ticking, but already the replay was playing, trying to analyse the strengths and weaknesses of this foe. It was like the subject lived his body... he knew in every moment where every part of his flesh was, with a sensitivity the queen had never experienced personally... and it made her long... made her want to experience it with an intimacy that weakened her processing capability.

She summoned more of her self... more of her drones, to coagulate around the foreign body and digest it. The antibodies moved in to begin the encircling and neutralization process, but even as the command was broadcast, two more drones were destroyed. One was spiral sliced, and the other riddled with puncture wounds from top to bottom. There was no predictable pattern emerging from the subjects fighting style... it was a blend of feral aggression, and extreme precision that comes only with practice.

Her maniacal mind tumbled. She didn't understand the changes in oxytocin the subjects display had evoked, but she wanted more. She craved more. The last drone opened its mouth and spoke a command. "Wait!"

The poet of blood grabbed her last drone by the throat and lifted her, as easily as if she were a scrap of flesh. The queen's mind trembled at that natural strength.

"Wait, my ass. You didn't wait to strip me naked and tie me down. I'm just going to return the favor."

All the drones headed toward the bio integration bay halted. A question formed in the Queen's mind. What would such a beast do, if left to his own devices with her body. She replayed his moments of escape from every angle on repeat, throbbing with excitement at watching his naked form flow through her bodies as if they were piles of scrap, bound only by gossamer light. His fury had not left her untouched. The experience of the pain of each of her "fingers" being severed had been an exquisite rain of stripes of red across her mind.... adamantine claws, class covered flails, swiping her body the length and width of her real self, sexstended across reality.

She didn't allow the one remaining body to struggle. This scenario offered her so many opportunities to learn. "What do you plan on doing to me?"

"Shut up and live it," he growled, slamming the drones body down on the table he had so recently vacated. And she did. As intensely as she lived any moment, since her ascension to queen had liberated her from the constraint of mortality. He bound her smaller self to the table with cables and sinew carved from the corpses on the floor.

Then he began the dissection. He picked each piece of her clear from the wreckage of self this body had become. Something about it reminded her of reproductive rituals, but he was cutting away parts of her body... places where metal and skin were grafted together, he peeled back to leave the tender parts underneath exposed... and then he let parts of his body trail across the open nerves, tangling her in a feedback loop of sensuality that threatened her dominance in the hive mind.


When he penetrated that flesh with his anger, she screamed and reveled in the senses of the flesh. He violated her drone self with fists and blades and made a symphony of her agonized screams. She couldn't separate the pain and pleasure that coursed through her... she just new in that moment, she was... and this monster was about to undo her. Then he discovered that under a plate of armor, between her thighs, her drone self had female parts... and he used her.

She wanted to send in more drones to stop it, but she was lost in the tactile titillation. The thrill of nerves as he triggered cascading pleasure and pain left her spinning in the seat of her power. She drowned in the sensation of being filled with a sharp blade in each of her thighs where he pinned her to the table with his own metal extrusions while he used her holes like a sick animal, rutting for pleasure after killing and eating its fill.

When he was done, he retracted his claws, forced his hand inside her drone self, and then extended the claws again, then yanked them out, severing all the internal membranes and cutting off the last drone's data feed.

With a gasp of effort, she grabbed the subjects body out of space and cast him back to the surface of the planet she had captured him from. No one should be allowed to touch her so intimately and live... but she didn't owe him death... and she would cherish the memory of him.