Hive Mistress

Jenny eagerly accepts the package you upload into her positronic brain. It contains everything she'll need to serve in her new role, with her demonic soul offering the ability to implement her core programming flexibly. A perfect union of succubus and machine. Your tendrils slither back into your body, severing the connection between you two though that will only be temporary.

"Initializing..." Her voice is a flat drone, nearly bereft of all tone. Still, you can't help but notice a sultry undercurrent to her words. Perhaps it's a glitch. "Designation: J3-NN-Y. Role: Hive Mistress Prime. Searching for Alpha Node... Alpha Node found... Connecting..." You sense her again. It's almost shocking how well she's taking to the changes and are making them her own. Her insides are no longer wholly exposed, instead covered with jagged onyx plates with scarlet trim. While J3-NN-Y's head is enclosed in a protective shell that leaves the face blank with only a rough impression of where eyes and nose should be, the exception is her lips that inflate into perfect cocksuckers. Instead of relying on her own senses, the Hive Mistress has an army of drones to feed her information.

Speaking of which, your arm swivels on its joints toward the husks of the drained men, and several plate segments in your palm retract and open into a molten core. Through your hand, you fire a sweeping beam of scorching flame that engulf the four corpses.

Their spirit and life essence are gone, but all you require are the raw materials to forge something out of them. As the fire dies down, the men have been replaced by miniature succubi. The gynoid imps are small, only roughly a foot in height, their expression twisted into a perpetually lascivious mask. Still as stone, but you don't have to wait long before they flex their wings and shake off the soot and ashes. "Uncontrolled drones found: Hive Mistress Prime asserting control." Their eyes flare to life, and, as one, they turn to gaze at you. "Your command, Alpha Node?"

These four will just be the first and the least of your demonic forces.

"Call me Mor...," you pause, tilting your head as you consider your old name and how it no longer reflects who you are, "Metallica. J3-NN-Y update designation for Alpha Node." For a moment, all of the drones and J3-NN-Y's main body becomes still again. Her lips spread into a smile as she repeats the question, slowly, and with a hint of a tease, enunciate your name one syllable at a time.

"My, what a wonderful toy you've made." You bristle at the choice of word coming from the succubus who turned you. She is so much more and still a friend. The succubus paces around J3-NN-Y, her tail, and hands deftly exploring your craftsmanship. J3-NN-Y ignores the attention, awaiting your command. She hums, pleased with what she sees. "While you played, your sister left with the remaining women. Doubt anyone of them will be reborn as an especially powerful demon like you two were. But, if you don't hurry, she'll usher in Hell on Earth before you even have a chance."

"And the reward will be great." The second succubus interjects. It's all too easy to imagine Earth turned into a planet-sized and perfect forge that churns out countless mechanical demons with you as their Queen."We've already subverted the schemes of the machine that turned you into a gynoid, but there will be other powers that stand in our Queen's path."

Fulfill the Succubus Queen's agenda. The command thrums in your mind.