Capture of the Queen

Haze was impressed with herself. She had managed to capture Samantha Traynor and Kelly Chambers, coincidentally while the two were sleeping in each other's arms. They seemed so happy together, she couldn't bear the thought of separating them, stripping them of their identities, and making them more faceless drones on the ship... Actually she could, and nearly did, but then she thought of a better idea...

"We are Gemini," said the two-faced drone in front of her. Its head rotated 360 degrees. One half was Samantha, one half was Kelly. The body was a mix of both of their finer assets, complete with synthetic stripper outfit, only instead of showing cleavage, the hole in the top of the outfit was just a core of light. Haze giggled at that. A cheeky little design choice if she did say so herself.

"Gem," Haze said, gently reaching out and taking hold of one of her two faces. "Let me see which of you is better..." She locked lips with Kelly's, or rather Gemini-1's face, and got a good taste before her head swiveled around to reveal Samantha, or rather Gemini-2, for her to get a second go at.

"Mmm... I can't decide," Haze said after smacking her lips together theatrically for a moment. "Maybe another test is in order... A little more... invasive..."

...

Tali's mind was a void. Around her, she watched but did not comprehend as the engineers were converted, one after another, into identical drones. None resisted, for they too were caught in Silence's spell, their minds obliterated Her presence simply quieted all their minds at a distance so she could get close and transform them properly. That's what had happened to Samara. She had tried to charge the intruder when she first appeared; now she was converting the engineers, her crown now forming the centerpiece of a network of circuitry through her exaggerated body. When she had finished her transformation, Samara had been christened Predator, and wordlessly ordered to carry out the next conversions.

To Tali's side, Daniels was being fused into her computer console by Silence. Her legs were disintegrated as Gabby's skin turned to metal and the computer console changed form into a strange techno-organic protrusion. After a moment, the computer interfaces were replaced with Gabby's upper half, and she began to jolt and jitter like an old animatronic.

"Cogwheel. Online," the interface formerly known as Gabby Daniels said. Satisfied, Silence turned her attention to Tali, who was in no position to resist. She walked over to her, and with a simple gesture, ordered her to rise. Tali did so, following the impulses Silence broadcast into her vacant mind. She followed her into the engine core proper, where Silence turned and cast biotics upon her, lifting her into the air and pressing her against the engine core, where wires and circuitry moved to accommodate her form, which was already changing. If she had the presence of mind to feel, she would feel her flesh dissolve as the difference between her body and her suit dissipated. Soon she was nothing but a lobotomized consciousness in a suit previously housing a body, now rapidly filling up the modified wires and circuitry of the husked engine. She was the engine, and the engine was her. Her mask became a bright light, and a faint outline of her suit could be seen in a crucifixion pose inside the engine core. She could hear the singing of not only the old machines, but the ones on this ship. It was beautiful.

Crucifix standing by...

Crucifix. That was who she was. Her old mind was permanently reduced as she began processing data, her fate for the rest of time. As it should be. As the queen demanded.

...

Commander Shepard was sitting at her desk when she heard the elevator door open. When she turned, she saw Ashley strolling towards her. She had a certain saunter in her step, almost seductive, something Shepard expected from Miranda, not Ash. Something had her in a good mood. She stopped a few inches from her, and for a moment, Shepard thought she saw something behind Ash's eyes. Lust? Hunger? Desire? Whatever it was, it felt like she was undressing her with her eyes.

"Commander," Ashley saluted, suddenly standing rigid, seemingly only just then remembering she was her superior officer, not a stripper.

"At ease," Shepard nodded. "What's up Ash?"

"Well..." She paused, scratching the back of her head. "I wanted to apologize to you."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For not trusting you," Ashley sighed. "After you came back, I was convinced it was too good to be true, and you being with Cerberus... I thought you had to be some kind of trick. A clone, a spy, something... I realize now I was wrong."

Shepard listened with interest. In her experience, Ashley was never really remorseful for anything, so this was new. Still she felt she was sincere, and she smiled and relaxed.

"Well... Thank you Ashley. I'm glad to hear I earned your... uh... trust..." Her words drifted off. She felt funny all of a sudden, a pressure was building in her head, like her brain was being squeezed and smoothed like clay in gentle but firm hands. She felt warm, her body relaxed, her mind unfocused.

"You earned more than that... You earned my admiration," Ashley continued, the hunger reappearing in her eyes. She leaned in, and stole a kiss from her commander's lips. Shepard did not resist; a part of her mind told her it was inappropriate, that she was her commanding officer, and not only that, she was also spoken for. That part of her mind was drowned by her arousal. "I admire you Shepard, your pliant mind, your lovely body... Here let me express my admiration..." So aroused was Shepard at this point that she didn't even blink when she watched Ashley take a single glowing finger, run it down her chest, and disintegrate Shepard's clothing. Her brain was mush. "Mmm..." Ashley said, playing with Shepard's breasts. "Better than I imagined. Now... Let me show you something..." She did the same glowing finger trick, only when she did it to herself, she suddenly transformed into a strange husk-like version of herself, one that caused Shepard's mind to momentarily register panic, but was unable to will herself to move.

"Oh right. I forgot to mention. I know you're not a clone or a spy... Because I am."

"Ashley..?" Shepard managed to utter, unable to will herself to move.

"Widow," she corrected. "Now, let's take care of you shall we?" She lifted Shepard into the air with biotic power and placed her unresisting body belly down on her bed. Ashley stood behind her, reached down and generated a long, thick silvery blue strap on. She dug her cold fingers into Shepard's supple ass. "Try to enjoy this Shepard. Chances are this will be the last time you'll ever feel anything at all." She started to thrust, and Shepard gasped.

"S-so... B-big..." The pleasure she felt was beyond description. Widow wasn't just fucking her pussy, she was fucking her mind. With each thrust, she saw flashes of what had become of her friends and crew. Thrust. She saw Haze, crawling about the ship in the shadows. Thrust. She saw Malady examining faceless drones. Thrust. She saw Silence eradicating all thoughts of the remaining stragglers, and her Predator lurking behind her to ensure control. Thrust. She saw Crucifix and Cogwheel, shutting down the ship's engines as they began to spread their influence through the ship's technology. Thrust. She saw Gemini, interfacing with the terminal her previous selves had both occupied, preparing to become one with it. Thrust. She saw Statuesque patrolling the halls, making sure no others had escaped the will of their queen. Thrust. Finally she saw Virus, her brain and body now a processing hub of the information network she had once been the broker of, not a shred of life behind her eyes.

"No... No... No..." She mumbled, unable to move, unable to resist, unable to do anything but lie there as her body was used. The warmth had dissipated, there was nothing left but a growing cold, spreading outwards from her pussy and into the rest of her body. "No... No... No..."

"Oh yes..." Widow smiled. "All gone. All of them. All but you, and from the look of things, not for long..." Shepard might've been able to feel it, but she couldn't see the transformation taking place. Her body was turning silvery grey, blue circuits beginning to materialize as her ass and her breasts started to swell and her hair disintegrated. "This moment is the one I've been waiting for... The moment we've been waiting for... The moment my father Harbinger wanted more than anything... The moment you finally became ours!"

"No... No... No... Ah!" She finally came, and when she did, she was gone. Widow pulled out, the juices on the strap on glowing blue, and melted down her strap on back into herself. For the first time since this encounter began, the being that had been Shepard moved. More than any other, she looked like a sex doll version of a husk, her face preserved, her bright blue electronic eyes vacant of any understanding or emotion. Her scars remained, now bright blue instead of burning red.

Scar. That would be her name.

It was over. Shepard was gone. Widow could feel it. The singing in her mind told her. All on this ship were one now, bound to her will.

That left only one thing to do...