CHAPTER 2

What are you guys after? Did you just want me to create a biker gang?

The calm, silent night finally gave him a lot of time to contemplate what happened to him so far. Being extra cautious was Rob’s character that let him survive to this point.

After his fusion with the entity. He gained some surface-level information about them, the hive, or whatever the alien entity actually called which was currently living in his body. The hive needed a host to live, and as a tradeoff of using his body as a host, he got the ability to transform the body and mind of people.

He had tried to communicate with the hive on a deeper level but to no avail, it was quite weird that ‘they’ seemingly understood his command to convert someone, but gave no response when he tried to communicate with them. It made Rob think that he was in control, but he knew that was not the case, he was not even sure if his current thoughts were his or theirs, considering his mind was already affected by their urges to create a biker gang full of wicked people.

When he assimilated Blake to the hive and made Blaze, Rob ‘watched’ how the hive took, changed, and transformed Blake’s mind. ‘They’ were able to take control of her entire mind, erasing the woman's former self, then put a copy of her mind as the new pilot but was now in line with what he asked for and entirely loyal to the hive lord.

Did ‘they’ do the same thing to him? He was not sure. On one hand, it would be sad if he was no longer himself but just a puppet of the Hive lord to do their binding, but on another hand, if he was asked whether he wanted to trade his miserable life for life under alien overlord but he got a powerful ability as a trade-off to ruin those annoying bitches’s life, he would still pick the later choice.

Rob began to explore the power he held. If he wanted to get the most from this ‘deal with the devil’, he should know the extent of his power.

He extended his hand forward; from the tip of his finger, thin silver strings snaked through the house’s furniture. Every piece of furniture that the string passed had silver-colored streaks spreading through the object's surface like a veiny crack.

What Rob found out after experimenting with this new power of his was that the silver streaks interacted differently with different materials. ‘They’ could melt fabric, plastic, and metal easily and then remake the material into different objects. The only exception was they couldn’t melt and mold any material that was mainly composed of rock which means he couldn’t just demolish his ex-wife’s house and rebuild it into his den instantly.

Such a pity, but gotta work with what I have.

Rob concentrated. Using the hive mind’s network, he could feel every piece of furniture in the house become his extension; he could lock and open the door remotely, or make a harmless chair and couch become bondage contraptions with his mind.

Rob spent the night making numerous traps and spreading them in every corner of the house. It was another homecoming present from him to his ex.

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“Thank you for the ride, sister Maria, do you want to taste some tea first before you go back?” asked a golden blonde-haired woman to her companion, an auburn-haired lady who went by the name Maria.

“Sure,” Maria answered.

The blonde was none other than Angela Jensen, now Angela Riveters, the ex-wife of Robert Bankman. She was a few years junior to Rob when they first met at college, now, Angela was 32 years old while Rob was 35 years old. Angela was a pretty woman with a youthful face, her face looked no different than when she was still in her early college days. Angela packed natural 36 DD boobs with a perfect shape. She was self-conscious about her growing breasts. She was a late bloomer who experienced several breast-size growth spurts when she was in college. It was why she preferred to wear a loose outfit. Rob and only a select few knew how bombastic her body was underneath her loose, prudish clothes

Her appearance and kind demeanor did her name justice. Angela was a God-fearing, kind-hearted woman who liked to help with church activities and other charities.

Rob should feel lucky that such a pretty woman ever fell in love with him once, but Angela was too goody two shoes for Rob. She couldn’t approve of how Rob did his job after a few years in their marriage. Angela finally reached the point of thinking their marriage couldn't be saved anymore and for once, Angela betrayed the teaching that their marriage was sacred and could only be separated by ; they divorced and the rest was history.

Now, for the auburn-haired lady, Maria Simone. Angela called her sister not because she was a nun, but because Maria had been her elder sister figure in her bible group and to show her respect. Maria was only 2 years older than Angela. She was a modest woman who rarely had makeup or only wore a subtle one on her face but still could appear good-looking, not as pretty as a head-turner like Angela but was refreshing enough for men’s eyes. Maria was the daughter of Pastor Johannes Simone, a reputable and respected senior priest in their city. Following in her father's footsteps, Maria was a leading figure in her bible club whose members consisted of the elite crust women of the society. Maria had seen Angela's services and contribution to the church, and after a background check, Angela became the latest member of Maria Simone’s bible-reading circle.

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“Blake sweetie, I’m home,” Angela announced her return as she entered the house.

“Blake, are you home?” Angela repeated after she didn’t hear her stepdaughter's reply.

It's 7 AM; she expected her stepdaughter to be up already and should be either in the living room or the dining room around this time, so the girl should hear the bell and her call. Furthermore, she saw her car was still parked in the garage, so Blake wasn't going to her college yet. But Angela didn’t hear any replies or get any welcome, which was weird. If their relationship was bad, it's understandable if Blake gave her a cold treatment and didn't answer her, but this was not the case, the relationship between the two was good. Her relationship with Blake was good even when their age gap was only around ten years. It didn't make their interaction awkward, and they got comfortable with each other quickly.

_Something weird here…_Angela frowned, five years being the wife of a police officer who was greedy for wealth and overly protective of his wealth made Angela share some of Rob’s habits; she was very wary and paranoid that her house had been intruded on by a home invader or robber.

"Angela, can you show me where the toilet is?" Maria asked, breaking Angela's deep thoughts.

"Oh yes, let me show you," said Angela. Angela didn’t tell her that home invaders were potentially hiding in her house. She didn't want to make Maria worry because it was still only her conjecture and she didn’t see any proof that there was any home invader in her house yet. Angela didn’t want Maria to think that she liked to overreact.

She showed Maria to their toilet on the first floor. Thankfully, they didn't see any other people on their way to the toilet.

Angela let her guard down a bit after looking at her living room and kitchen seemingly devoid of any damages or traces of being ransacked.

Maybe I thought too much about the home invader. Despite she didn’t find any sign of home invaders ransacking her house, Angela’s gut feeling made her feel that something wrong was going on there. Angela always thought that her gut feeling was a warning from God, and she never took it lightly.

After all, if there was no home invader, where was her stepdaughter right now? Being kidnapped was even worse than being held hostage in your house. Angela couldn't help but worry.

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Two minutes later, Maria went out of the toilet. Her face looks flustered and red.

"What happened?" Angela asked after looking at how the older woman’s expression.

"No…nothing, I'm fine…well, maybe, I felt quite thirsty, how about we taste your tea now?"

"Okay, let's go back to the living room first."

The two walked back to the living room. Maria was following Angela from behind, so Angela didn’t notice how increasingly flustered Maria was.

Maria didn’t tell Angela why she looked flustered before because it was embarrassing for her. Back at the toilet, she felt someone rub her calf, but nobody aside from her was inside the room. She thought that it was only her feeling, but when she went to exit the room, the feeling was back, now, she felt someone was pitching her clitoris, but no way that could be true, right? How could someone pitch her clit when she was fully clothed? She realized that maybe she was just so horny. She couldn’t tell that she was horny to Angela.

With every step she took, Maria felt like an invisible hand was playing with her pussy and clit.

Meanwhile, back in the Master bedroom, Rob monitored every movement of the two women in the house. He didn’t expect that his ex-wife would bring a friend. Well, that was a nice gift from her for their reunion, but the addition could become a random factor if he didn’t handle her well. Thankfully, Maria presented the opportunity for him by herself when she decided to go to the toilet.

He controlled one of the hive organisms that were lying in wait in the toilet. Unnoticed by Maria, Rob controlled the hive to latch onto Maria’s legs, unfortunately, he couldn’t convert her yet to not alarm Angela further, Rob could only distract her by commanding the hive to assimilate Maria’s panties. After they got Maria’s panties assimilated under their control, the hive had been teasing Maria's clit and pussy by creating tentacle-like dildo attachments inside her panties which Maria had yet to notice.

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“Please wait here, I will bring the tea,” said Angela then she walked away after letting Maria wait for her in the living room which Angela deemed as a safe zone.

Hopefully, being missing for a few minutes would not arouse Maria’s suspicion and worry because instead of picking up the teabag she kept on the kitchen shelf, Angela went to search for her stepdaughter upstairs.

"Blake, are you there, sweetie?"

Angela's first attempt was to search for her stepdaughter in her bedroom, but her call was left unanswered, she didn't get any replies after she knocked at the room door several times.

“May I come in?”

She still didn’t receive any answer. Blake's room was not locked and Angela decided to push it open without waiting any longer. She didn’t find Blake inside the room, but she found her stepdaughter's room became distinctively unfamiliar to her. Blake didn’t forbid her stepmom to enter her room, so Angela had been here often for girl talk, Angela swore that Blake’s room never looked like this. Her bedroom wall was now colored blood red and decorated with a big black inverted cross in the center, her bed was now a cage, and instead of a collection of books, her bookshelves were now full of dominatrix stuff like whip and crop, and sex toys like dildoes and strapons.

“What in the name of God is happening during my absences?”Angela knew that Blake was a good girl and in no way a satanic believer or sexual deviant.

Before her shock receded, she got hit by another thing her eyes couldn’t believe. On the blood-red wall, silver-colored words began to appear word after word.

“Come…to…your… master… bedroom… your…. stepdaughter…. is… there,” the blonde woman read each word that appeared on the wall.

She couldn’t comprehend what she faced, but she was frightened because it looked like she was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

The best choice would be to run away from her house with Maria and ask a priest to exorcise the ghost if there was any, but her motherly instinct and responsibilities didn’t let her abandon her stepdaughter who was in the clutches of whatever was behind this phenomenon.

“God is with me, God protects me,” Angela repeated the word like a mantra and gathered her courage. She walked toward her master bedroom, not so ready to face whatever was in her room but had but to face it.

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She opened the door to her master bedroom, and the first thing she saw was her naked stepdaughter, legs apart, and cum leaked from her pussy.

"Blake, what happened to you!?" Angela rushed to her daughter's side but when she got closer to the girl, she was shocked that her stepdaughter looked significantly different than when she saw her six days ago. Angela's eyes moved from her stepdaughter’s new big tits to her stepdaughter’s face thickly caked by whorish makeup. The girl was undeniably Blake from her face, but her entire appearance was screaming that she was a wild slut instead of a good girl Angela remembered her stepdaughter was.

*CLICK*

Angela heard the door behind her got closed. She instantly looked back and found a man standing in front of the door

Angela finally had a clear look at the culprit. At a glance, it was an unfamiliar man, but the more she looked at him, the more she felt familiar with the man.

"Robert?" After a while, she finally recognized who the mysterious man was.

"Long time no see, Angela, it's been two years since our divorce and last meeting, It seems you have a good life," said Rob.

"Rob, are you the one who is doing this?” Angela asked.

“Bingo, but there is no prize for guessing correctly,” replied the man with a sneer on his face.

“Why do you hurt my stepdaughter? Go at me if you hate me!”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, my target is you, but you weren’t at home last night, and there was only your new little girl, so, I tried my new power at her.”

"Aren't you ashamed of what you had done as a police officer? You your power on defenseless people!" Angela didn't bother to ask what power Rob meant, she only thought that Rob was power-abusing his job as a police officer.

"Ah…I would not be police any longer, I have a better job in mind, that is being the biker gang leader that this city would fear and obey!"

"You are insane Rob!" Angela insulted Rob's maniacal rambling.

"Soon, you will understand what I mean, as your stepdaughter here understand me," Rob continued, "Blaze, it's time to wake up, there's a mommy bitch you need to meet."

Angela realized who Rob referred to as Blaze, but when she looked at her stepdaughter, it was a step too late, her hand was grabbed tightly by Blaze who smiled creepily at her.

“Hello, Mommy bitch, boss daddy just fuck me real good last night, you are such dumb bitch leaving boss daddy for my limp dicked loser of father,” said Blaze

Angela was struck in horror hearing the vulgar words from her stepdaughter’s mouth.

“What are you doing to her?” Angela looked back at Rob demanding an explanation.

“It’s easier to show you rather than explain it,” Rob placed his hand on top of Angela's bountiful bosom.

Like before, silver vein-like streaks spread from his hand to all over Angela’s dress, then seeping through the fabric and spreading on her body.

Rob released his grab before he fully converted Angela. After last night's experiment, he was more proficient in commanding the alien organisms. Currently, he commanded them to paralyze Angela in place but not assimilate her to the Hive yet. Angela was fully conscious of everything that happened, but she couldn’t move or speak unless Rob commanded her.

Rob signaled Blaze to release her grab on Angela’s wrist and ordered her to come to him.

“So, Blaze, what new look do you want your bitch stepmom to have?” asked Rob to the red-haired vixen.

“She always dresses like a prude and acts holier-than-thou, making her look so slutty will be a big change of scenery, give her pasties for starters, and fishnet stocking. These whore I see outside in the street like to wear fishnet stockings.”

“Okay, that’s an easy request.”

With Rob’s command, ‘they’ melted Angela’s dress into a black puddle.

“Now, time to give you new clothes as your dear stepdaughter requested.” The puddle crawled back at Angela’s body, first, they formed stiletto heels, then forming a fishnet stocking on her legs, and X-shaped pasties that only cover her nipples, letting her big boobies ogled by anyone. The next article of clothing that formed was a short leather jacket with a winged skull image on its back.

“Do you like your new get-up, Angela?”

“Hmm….Hmmm….” Angela tried to answer, but her mouth couldn’t be opened.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” Rob then commanded the hive parasite to give Angela her ability to speak back. “Done. you can speak now.”

“HELP…HELP!” Angela tried to shout at the top of her lungs, but the intended loud voice didn't come out. Angela was speaking softly in her normal voice.

"Too bad, I already expect that you will scream for help, but, I'm curious if I let you scream, who can help you? The woman in the living room?" Rob sneered.

"You…Did you do something to sister Maria?" asked Maria in disbelief

Rob grinned sinisterly, “Well, I don’t expect you to bring a friend, thanks to you, I got another additional member for my gang, let’s meet with her now.”

Angela found her body moving by itself following Rob without being able to stop it.

The three moved back to the living room. Angela could see Maria was now in a state of nakedness, her hand and legs were bound on the chair.

As Angela saw the older woman, Maria also saw Angela. Maria disregarded Angela’s new attire, there was a more important issue to say; she needed to free herself and get out of this ‘haunted’ place, “Angela, help me! something wrong with your house. My dress melted away, and then your chair suddenly locked me from moving.”

“Do you think Angela is in any way to help you, ma’am?” teased Rob.

Maria's plea for Angela to help her died down as the auburn-haired woman realized that Angela would not be able to help her. Maria then took a better look at Rob.

_This man is probably the one who Angela to wear that kind of slutty outfit that she never wore before. Regardless of his identity and what he did, I think he is the key to freeing myself from this abominable chair. _Thought Maria

“Please, Sir, help me to unlock the shackle. I can give you some compensation for helping me, I’m Maria Simone, daughter of Johannes Simone. Even though my father was just a pastor, he had a lot of money; just tell me how much you need, when you free me, I will give you what you want, and I will not tell any souls of what happened today.”

“Compensation? Really? Unfortunately, I don’t need money. What I want is your body, mind, and soul,” said Rob as he directly placed his palm on her face. Rob didn’t hold back for this one, the hive quickly drilled into Maria’s brain, and after less than a minute, Rob could feel that he was connected to another mind, which meant the hive finally assimilated Maria.

“What are you doing to her? Is she dead?” Angela asked scaredly after she saw Maria losing consciousness when his ex-husband pressed his palm against Maria’s head. She realized how dangerous Rob’s power was.

“Kill her? I don’t have any intent to kill her, I just introduce her to the hive, to make her be part of my biker gang. And so do you, it’s time for you to be my slutty gang member, maybe you will not be an exhausting naive bitch like before and more to my liking this time.”

With Rob’s command, the hive that already controlled Angela’s body proceeded to assimilate her mind into the hive. Angela’s personality was quickly erased before she could make any response.

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“Welcome to the gang, Nightmare, and NG,” Rob greeted his two new gang members.

Nightmare was a transformed Maria Simone. Her look was drastically different from the conservative Maria before. Her face was full of piercings; eyebrows, nose, lip, septum, tongues, and ears were decorated with various types of piercings. Her auburn hair was now raven black styled in liberty spike hair.

Her skin was pale sickly white. Her nails were as long as talons and were painted black, the same bold black color as her lipstick and eyeshadow, something that the old Maria only subtly wore. There was no trace of the pastor’s daughter from a few minutes ago. Nightmare was wearing something that Maria Simone would never dare to wear; for her top, the sickly pale woman was wearing a black faux leather bralette with a large cutout on her nipple parts to show off her permanently erect nipple and her nipple rings. She also wore a leather jacket with the gang’s skull logo as an additional outerwear. On her bottom, she wore a micro skirt that didn’t even cover her pierced pussy from view. Her pussy labia and clitoris were fully pierced with several conspicuous thick rings. And last, to complete her whole attire were studded thigh-high boots. Contrasted to her pale skin and shiny piercing, her labia and the inside of her pussy were dark purplish almost black in color, and it smelled like rotten fish, emulating a rotten pussy that only the sickest nasty slut that disregarded hygiene and safety had. Still, despite its unappealing and gross look, Nightmare’s pussy was healthy and free of any STD. Maria wasn’t sexually active so her pussy was still tight, but Rob wanted to throw away this image of a pure woman, but a dangerous punk bitch that should be feared. Nightmare was not Maria, Nightmare was the sickest and most grotesque member of his group, she existed to be a feared and spread nightmare for the decent mass of this city.

Meanwhile, NG or No Good, Angela's new name, was getting a makeover of her own. Her skin was bronze-tanned like a cheap chav slut usually had. Her natural beautiful golden blonde hair was now bleached platinum blonde. NG had some ‘surgery-look’ done on her face compared to Angela, for example, her new bee-stung pillowy cocksucking lips, and cheeks filler. Her natural DD breasts were even bigger than before with them replaced by fake 2000cc silicone fake tits. Rob wanted to destroy his ex-wife's natural beauty as one form of payback.

For her clothes, NG wore the same as before Rob turned her into NG a few minutes ago; stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, thongs panties, X-shaped pasties, and a leather jacket with fur collar, and now, she had an additional dog collar on her neck with an NG pendant attached on it.

For his holier-than-thou ex-wife, he made sure that NG would look the sluttiest and act the sluttiest in his gang. She was practically naked, with a pussy that was always wet and ready for fucking, but NG wasn’t your simple bimbo, Rob wanted an evil-hearted bitch, her favorite pastime would be fucking a married man. She would wreck their home metaphorically and literally before abandoning the man and back to the gang with all her spoils. Rob didn’t feel any shred of bad feelings even after making his ex-wife a big slut.

Rob looked at his three creations; Blaze, Nightmare, and NG. He was satisfied with his haul, but of course, it was not yet enough, his gang needed more members. Fortunately, with the addition of Nightmare to his rank, Rob got access to several other high-profile women to fill his rank with.

“Alright gang, time to ride, we still need to visit some friends to fill our rank.”