CHAPTER 3

"Stop!" a man in a security guard uniform shouted toward the biker who tried to enter the gated community

The biker was of course Rob, riding with him on his Harley Davidson was the uber slut NG, his ex-wife that he turned into a gang slut. Nightmare and Blaze followed their leader using Maria's car.

The reason they went to this gated community was related to why Nightmare and Blaze didn't ride their own motorbikes.

Modifying things was quite easy for the alien hive, but creating motorbikes from scratch was proven to be too much work for the immature hive. Rob found out that if he didn’t have the specific technical information on how a complex thing was created like a motorbike or car, the hive couldn’t replicate it.

His ex-wife's family didn't have any motorbike, only two cars in their garage. He had dismantled the car and tried to create a motorbike from its parts with the help of the hive, but he utterly failed.

A biker gang without their motorbikes was not a real biker gang, and it was unacceptable. After some brainstorming, Rob had thought of several options to solve their gang's lack of motorbikes.

His first plan was to steal some motorbikes from the police department, but he decided that it wasn't a good idea, as a police officer himself, raiding the police in broad daylight was a stupid idea, he didn't want to attract Diane attention before their group grew bigger and could clash against the police ****.

The second plan was to procure motorbikes from other people. Nightmare, after rummaging through her memories when she was still Maria, informed Rob about the Lyons's family. The Lyons matron, Carla Lyons, was part of Maria's bible study group, and as Nightmare recalled, Carla’s husband, Stephen Lyons, was a collector of motorbikes who had several Harley Davidson in his garage. Something that Rob needed to solve his gang's lack of motorbikes.

Hence here they were, in front of the gate of the community where the Lyons lived, halted by the guard.

"Open the gate, or you will regret it," Rob threatened.

“Your threat isn’t working, man, I had taken down a guy bigger than you, just go away and don’t make trouble here, this housing is off-limits for people like you,” The guard replied sternly.

“You choose the hard way then.” Rob went down from his bike.

The two men were ready to fight each other. The guard was confident that he could teach Rob a lesson to not make trouble around here anymore, he was proficient in a few martial arts like muay thai, and kickboxing. He was also equipped with a stun gun for extra measure. But not as he expected, the fight ended up quickly, he didn’t have the chance to make any move as Rob who had his body enhanced to almost superhuman strength by the alien organism, sent a quick punch toward the guard's face before he was able to make any response. The guard stepped backward several steps, his nose bleeding because of the punch, but instead of fighting back, the guard stood still, looking at Rob with horror. He could feel something crawling on his face, and entering his head through his nose. Before he was able to ask Rob what he did to him, ‘they’ had reached his brain.

Rob could feel a new hive member in his mind, the guard was under his control. Rob tapped into the security guard’s mind and found out that his name was Shawn Fisher. A divorced man. Had been stuck in this job as a security guard for 6 years. Tapping into Shawn’s memories, Rob could sympathize with the security guard as they were both divorcees, but different than Rob, Shawn was a decent man and his ex-wife was the one cheating on him.

“Lucky you that I took pity on your life, I will let you have it easy, your task is to prevent anyone else except for me and my bitches from entering or exiting this community for the time being, you will do anything and putting your lifeline for this task,” Rob commanded, “now, open the gate for me.”

And with that, Rob and his gang managed to enter the elite gated community full of houses that were almost the size of mansions.

Rob's intrusion into the community was not unnoticed, only several meters from the gate, he was blocked once again by someone.

“Stop, who the hell permits you to enter our community?” yelled a blonde-haired mature woman, roadblocking Rob’s way with her body, betting that Rob would not just drive through her.

From Rob’s observation, the blonde-haired woman was maybe in her 50s. There were already some wrinkles on her face, but she still looked pretty in a mature way, her hair was wavy, beautifully down to her back, and her chest was still perky with a hardly visible hint of sagging, not that big but Rob guessed that it was a C-cup. The woman reminded Rob of one of the pornstars he watched, but this one was the refined, high-maintenance version of said pornstar. The blonde woman was dressed in a conservative long sundress.

"Well, what do we get here? Someone who can't wait to be changed," Rob smirked, but the woman was correct with her bet. Rob didn’t drive through her. Rob still needed to fill his rank, and he would not waste this self-granted opportunity. Her age wasn’t a problem for Rob, he could give her a role befitting her age or he could make her look youthful with the help of the hive.

The woman didn't understand what Rob said but even the ominous-sounding statement didn't make her step aside, "Stop! don't move closer! Turn around and go away from here before I call the guard to kick you out!"

"Guess how I entered this place?" Rob sneered and moved closer to her.

"I warn you to not do any bad deeds, I am Heather Grant, I know the police chief personally, and I will make sure to send you to jail.”

“Oh, you know the chief personally? I’m a police officer myself, and ma’am, you are obstructing my undercover work, there is a **** lord in your community, and I am tasked to apprehend them, what you do is an obstruction of justice,” replied Rob, he also fetched his police identity card from his pocket to make himself more convincing.

“Really?” The woman was suddenly in doubt, unsure whether to believe Rob or not.

When she was still confused, Rob quickly got to her and put his hand on her mouth to prevent her from screaming when he commanded the hive to assimilate her. It didn’t take long before he released his **** after the hive took control of her mind.

“What interesting information I found in your head, let’s go to your house first to settle things,” Rob ordered. There was a change in Rob’s plan after he read the woman’s memory.

Rob felt that luck was on his side; the mature woman, Heather Grant, was still a relative of his superior in office, Dianne Addams. Heather was Dianne’s aunt. And Heather was the one who pulled the string and managed to bring the stuck-up bitch here.

Inside Heather's home, he commanded Heather to send all her maids and workers away. They looked at Rob with weird looks, but nobody dared to raise questions after Heather told them that Rob was a police officer despite his appearance.

After nobody else aside from Rob and Heather remained there, Rob finally let his gang enter the house, “alright girl, ransack the valuable goods from this house while I take care of this bitch.”

NG, Blake, and Nightmare obeyed Rob's command and began to explore the house and took all the valuable goods they could take. Rob was left with Heather alone.

“Too bad that your daughter isn’t here, she will be a nice addition to the gang with you.” Heather was a typical empty nester parent, her husband recently died around 2 years ago, and her only daughter had moved away overseas for her career. So, she enjoyed his husband's wealth which was now her wealth for herself. Unexpectedly, Heather wasn’t so goody-two-shoe as her niece, she was the type who did not hesitate to pull favors and did backhanded lobbying with her wealth to make the city cater to her preferences.

“It’s time for you to be reborn, you will be with your new family for now.” The alien organisms inside her body began to work on Heather’s body and mind as Rob commanded.

The first thing that changed was her beautiful blonde hair. Her hair lost its luster and then turned ashen gray. The wrinkles on her face began to be more noticeable, it made her look older but her face's contour also became more pronounced. Then, as if trying to fight her aging, greenish-black gothic makeup was applied on her face, yet it was doing a little job to make her look younger, instead, she looked like a tarty MILF or well, in her case, a tarty GILF.

Heather’s C-cup breasts began to expand and balloon into obviously fake 1000cc volleyball-sized tits, ready to pop from her dress. And with that, her dress began to melt into black liquid, leaving her naked temporarily. Strength and vigor returned to Heather’s body. She now possessed a toned body. Aside from stamina, the current Heather was on the same level of physical fitness as Blaze. Rob feasted her eyes on Heather’s enhanced GILF body for a short moment before the hive continued to make changes to her. Several vulgar tattoos started to appear all over her fair-skinned body; on her collarbones, there’s a tattoo that read ‘EVIL’ on her left collarbones and ‘GRANNY’ on her right collarbone, above her crotch, she had their gang skull logo as a tattoo, declaring that her cunt was gang exclusive use. On her knuckles, there are 'CUNT' and 'TAMER' tattooed. Satisfied with his artwork on Heather’s body, he commanded the hive to put on clothes suitable to Heather’s new identity.

Like other members of his gang, Heather was now dressed in the gang’s leather jacket, under her jacket, she wore a black studded bikini top and a leather miniskirt with a rolled whip attached to the waistband. The flat pump she wore was now dangerous-looking spiked boots.

“You will be called and respond to the name Hag and only that name, you are the mother figure for the bitches in our gang, but also a cruel merciless enforcer for our biker gang. You hate goodies-two-shoes women the most, you want to break them and train them to be our gang’s loyal sluts, it's your dream to make this city become a den of vice that our biker gang lord over."

Following Rob’s command, the hive erased the name 'Heather Grant' from her memory. She was now Hag and only known herself as Hag, the gang's evil, cruel, cold-hearted silver fox.

"What's the next plan, boss? Do you have any goody-two-shoes in your mind I need to take care of? Or do you want to bend me over and try how a mature hole feels?" said Hag, flaunting her body with confidence.

"Oh, I have one in mind but it is not the time to send you to her yet, just follow me for now, and as for fucking you, maybe we will do it later.”

“Okay, boss.”

The rest of the gang finally back after a while, bringing jewelry, and stacks of cash in their hand.

Hag didn’t seem to care that they ransacked, and stole things from her home. After becoming Hag, she loses all attachment to her previous life and only has loyalty to the gang and the hive lord.

If the boss wanted her to give her entire wealth, she would hand them over gladly without the need to ransack her house, but Rob had different ideas, the hive imprinted the desire to act like a notorious feared biker gang in his head. Ransacking, stealing, razing, and harassing people was a routine ‘they’ wanted his gang to have and Rob happily acted to fulfill the new desire he had. The assimilation between him and the hive lord set his bottom line of morality to the lowest point.

“Boss, this bitch had a nice motorbike in her home,” Blaze informed.

“Good, the more bikes we have, the better,” Rob replied, “because you are the one who found it, it is yours, but you will ride it with Hag. Nightmare will stay in her car until we have more bikes and members.”

“Hag, give Blaze the bike’s key, and go get all your valuables that the three of them missed from your house, and bring them to Nightmare’s car, don’t take too long as we need to get the Lyons before everybody notices there’s something wrong with the guard,” Rob commanded.

“Nightmare, go call Carla, and tell her that you are going to her house, ask her to send any unrelated people away because you want to tell her some important secret.”

With Nightmare calling Carla beforehand, the gang easily intruded on the Lyons house’s perimeter without any obstacle.

Carla finally felt that there was something wrong when Maria’s car which she was familiar with was followed by two Harley Davidson ridden by unruly-looking people whom she knew Maria never associated with. But Carla still had good faith that Maria would not bring her harm. Carla kindly welcomed them as they parked on her lawn.

Carla Lawson could be said as her husband's trophy wife who was older than her by 15 years. Carla was his husband’s former secretary. It couldn't be denied that her husband married her because of her appearance, Carla had a sexy body with a curvy waist and naturally endowed with big breasts. He married her when Carla was 27, and now, she was 32 like Angela. Carla had proved to her husband and others that she was not just a pair of tits. When she got access to her husband’s wealth, she managed to build an image as a philanthropist socialite and managed to carve her way into the upper society as a well-liked woman who was easy to make friends with. Her husband had put his faith in her to manage a foundation in her name.

“Welcome to my abode, ladies and gentlemen,” Carla greeted Rob and his gang. She felt a familiar feeling coming from the woman that was behind Rob but brushed it up as a coincidence, she didn’t have any biker chick acquaintances.

Nightmare didn’t leave her car before his boss and gang sister got in a position to prevent Carla's escape.

“Hello, Carla,” greeted Nightmare as she got out of her car.

Carla was dumbstruck when the one who got out of Maria’s car was somebody she hardly recognized aside from the woman's familiar voice.

“Maria?” Carla asked, praying in her heart that the scary woman in front of her would answer that she wasn’t Maria Simone but someone else.

“Yes, It’s me, Maria, but I prefer you to call me Nightmare,” the pale woman replied.

“No way that you are Maria! Who are you?” Carla stepped back in fright but crashed into Rob who already waited behind her, and caught her by surprise.

“Don’t be rude, she is really Maria Simone, but I change her to be like this, soon, you will share the same fate,” Rob whispered to the frightened woman before he commanded the hive parasite to quickly infiltrate Maria’s mind. Her eyes rolled back and her jaw slackened as the hive succeeded in taking over her mind, now waiting for Rob to command her as he wished.

“W-what did you do to her!?”

Hearing the unexpected voice, Rob released her hold over Carla and turned his attention to the source of the voice. He saw another woman, a brown-skinned woman with black bob hair looked shocked.

The woman hurriedly stepped back into the Lyons’ mansion and closed the door.

"Who is she?" Rob asked the mind-controlled Carla.

But before Carla could provide an answer, Nightmare was the first one who gave her an answer, "She is Delilah Lawson, another member of my bible club. She's the city’s prosecutor, the boss should have heard a thing or two about her.”

Rob finally remembered who Delilah was after Nightmare reminded him. Delilah was the one who handled the corruption case of the previous police chief and sent him to jail.

This could be troublesome. Rob expected that Delilah would call the emergency number and the police would come soon. He needed to take care of her quickly.

He asked Nightmare to take Carla to her car and then ordered the rest of the gang to surround the house and prevent Delilah’s escape from the back door.

With the help of the hive’s ability to assimilate and mold things, Rob easily gained access to the house as the alien hive assimilated the door handle.

“Now, where are the bitch hiding?”

The Lyons house, as one of the richest families in the gated community, was the biggest in the area with three floors and numerous rooms. Seeking the runaway Delilah blindly would waste too much time, and the more time passed, the bigger the risk

Like what he did at Angela’s house, silver streaks began to spread from the tips of his fingers to every direction, penetrating every wall, and assimilating every piece of furniture it passed to be Rob's remote eyes.

"Got you," Luck was still in his favor as he found where the bitch was hiding after assimilating around 40% of the house with the hive, but that alone still took Rob 10 minutes because of the sheer size of the mansion. Plenty of time for Delilah to call the police. So, without wasting too much time any longer, Rob went to where Delilah was hiding.

“Hello, 911, Delilah Lawson here, I have an emergency here, some scary gangster did something to my friend, Carla Lyons, please send help, I’m currently at her house, Hera housing number 24, please send help quickly,” as Rob expected, Delilah had called the police after she managed to hide. She had hidden inside a closet in one of the maid's rooms. She only hoped that the police would come quickly enough before the big biker guy found her.

Ten minutes passed and she wasn’t getting caught yet by these bad guys should have been a good sign, but she couldn’t help to feel that she was being observed while there nobody aside from her inside the closet.

Is there a ghost inside the closet?

The bob-haired woman shook her head to throw the thought away, it was not the time for her to fear ghosts, she was more scared of that bad guy. Delilah saw someone who sounded like another of her friends, Maria Simone, but looked like a sinister punk woman that she couldn’t associate with Maria Simone, daughter of pastor Johannes Simone. She then watched how the man grabbed Carla, and her friend suddenly **** with her eyes rolled back and mouth wide open after the man touched her.

The door to the room opened; Delilah saw Rob entering the room through the gap in the closet. She was holding her breath, trying to be as quiet as possible not to give the man a clue of her whereabouts.

Rob looked in the direction of the closet and smiled.

Did he find me? Delilah was already pale in fright, but she was still trying to be optimistic that the man had yet to find her.

She saw Rob snapping his finger. She didn't know what the guy's purpose was in snapping his finger but her intuition told her it was something bad.

And she hit the mark, the clothes in the closet suddenly melted before her eyes. Something her brain couldn’t logically process. It was not only the clothes in the closet that melted to be a puddle, even the clothes she wore weren’t spared.

“Help! What happened here!?” The tan-skinned Latina was in a panic and couldn’t help to make a noise, the clothes that had been turned into a puddle before were now bizarrely crawling up to her body. It soon completely clad every part below the neck of her body in the form of a black latex bodysuit.

“Ms. Lawson, you can come out from your hiding place,” Rob commanded.

Inside the closet, Delilah felt her body which had been clad in the alien latex move herself like a robot receiving her command.

“What have you done to me?” Like what he did to Angela before, he had taken over control of Delilah's body from neck down to toes, but let Delilah still have control over her head, for now.

“Just some neat trick I learned yesterday, thanks to the alien lifeform that I found,” Rob replied.

“Alien?” Delilah was dumbstruck by Rob’s answer.

“Unbelievable, right? You know, yesterday morning I was still a police officer whom the chief tried to fire. You may not know me, Robert Bankman, but I know you, Mrs. Delilah Lawson, after all, you're the one that sent the previous chief to jail. To be honest, I was afraid of you. I dreaded the day you would prosecute me in court, thankfully, now, the day would never come. ”

“H-how could you as police do this?”

“Well, I no longer thought of myself as a police officer, I am a biker gang leader now, and you will soon be my loyal gang bitches like others.”

“The other police will not let you go, I already told them my location! They will come here soon to arrest you! But if you release me, I will tell them that everything is fine and let you go.”

Rob chuckled hearing the ‘threat’ from his captive, “You’re right, the police will come here soon, and I shouldn’t waste my time with you any longer, Mrs. Lawson.”

He then placed his hand on her face, completing the takeover of the hive. It didn’t take more than 20 seconds before the Hive assimilated Delilah. Now, what was left was for Rob to mold her appearance to fit his aesthetic.

Delilah's short bob hair exploded into very long hair and then tied itself to a ponytail. The latex that previously only covered from her neck downward was now moving upward and covered her face as a latex hood with a hole for her ponytail to come out. Her latex bodysuit received some modification, instead of fully covering her body, there were big cutouts on her tits and crotch, baring them for everyone to see and touch. The latex on her body then turned to fuschia color. The next thing that appeared on her body was the same black leather jacket everyone in the gang wore. And to finish her getup, were black thigh-high platform boots with 6-inch heels

“Your name is Doll, you are our gang pleasure doll and stress reliever, you fuck everyone in the gang in any way they desire. You crave pain and humiliation. You will pinch and slap your tits and clitoris as hard as you could if you are idle and not being used by others.” The last part of his command was Rob’s way of getting back at Delilah. He was close to his previous chief, so, this time Rob was considering himself as avenging the old man whom Delilah put to jail.

But before Rob was able to ‘test run’ Delilah’s skill as a fucktoy. He noticed a distress alarm from the hive.

The guard that he enthralled before was now entangling the police to slow them down from entering the gated community.

“Crap! They came faster than I expected! Nightmare, get away with Carla first, the rest will take the motorbikes, and we will get the hell out of here.” Rob telepathically ordered the rest of the gang members to take Carla’s husband's motorbikes that they could take.

“Chief, they got away,” reported a policewoman to Diane. After getting the call that the emergency was at Hera Housing, Diane spared her time to take care of the emergency by herself, of course, bringing several of her loyal aides. Hera Housing was where her aunt lived. Her relationship with her aunt was pretty good and the police chief didn’t want something bad to happen to her aunt.

When they arrived, they had been obstructed at the gate by the guard who did everything he could to stop them from entering the gated community. Diane felt something weird was going on, and after several minutes of argument and the guard still obstructing them, Diane chose to neutralize the guard in suspicion that the guard had collaborated with the perpetrator in Delilah’s report. But the guard had successfully wasted their time, when they got to Carla Lyons’ house, they didn’t find anyone, only several tire marks on the ground. Carla Lyons, the house owner, and Delilah Lawson who called the police there, were all missing. The police knew that they had come too late, and whoever was behind this, had kidnapped Carla and Delilah.

Diane suddenly had a bad feeling. She asked her subordinate to secure the perimeter with the police line before she rushed to her aunt’s place. Alas, what she found there proved her bad feeling, her aunt’s house was ransacked, and her aunt, Heather Grant, was missing as well. She tried to call her aunt for a secondary check, maybe her aunt was hiding somewhere to keep herself safe, but Diane received no answer from her phone. She then called one of her aunt's housekeepers whom she was familiar with. The maid told Diane that Heather brought a man who looked like he belonged to a biker gang into her house before sending all her house helpers away. The maid's testimony was enough for Diane to assume that her aunt was also kidnapped together with Carla and Delilah.

“Whoever you are, don’t let me catch you!”