THE HIVE RIDER GANG CHAPTER 3

"Stop!" Shout a man in a security guard uniform toward the Biker that trying to enter their gated community

The biker of course was Rob, riding with him on his Harley Davidson was the slutty NG, his ex-wife turned loyal 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.

His ex-wife's family didn't have any motorcycles, only two cars in their garage. Even after dismantling the car, the bikes created from it was far from

A biker gang without their motorcycles was not a real biker gang, and it was unacceptable. After much thought, 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, but he decided that it wasn't a good idea, as a police officer himself, raiding the police in broad daylight was stupid action, he didn't want to attract Diane's attention before their group grew bigger

The second plan was to procure motorbikes from other people. Using Nightmare's previous identity memories, Nightmare informed Rob about Lyons's family. The Lyons matron, Carla Lyons, was part of Maria's bible study group. And according to Nightmare’s report, Carla’s husband, Stephen Lyons, was a collector of motorbikes that had several Harley Davidson in his garage. Something that Rob needed to solve his problem.

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-limit 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 parasite, 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 node on his mind, the guard was under his control. Rob tapped to the security guard’s mind and found out that his name is 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.

Of course, 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 50’s, there already some wrinkles on her face, but she still looked pretty in a mature way, her hair was wavy, beautifully down to her back, her chest was still perky with a hardly visible hint of sagging, not that big but Rob guessed that it was C-cup. Heather reminded Rob of one of Pornstar he watched, but this one was the refined, high-maintenance version of her as expected from one who lived in this elite housing community. Heather was dressed in a conservative long sundress.

"Well, what do we get here? Someone who can't wait to be changed," Rob smirked, but Heather was correct with her bet. Rob didn’t drive through her. Rob still needed to fill his rank, and Heather just appeared in front of him. He would not waste this self-granted opportunity.

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 know the police chief personally, 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,” 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. Heather was already forgotten about the ominous-sounding statement he uttered just three minutes ago.

When she was still confused, Rob quickly got to her and put his hand on her mouth to prevent her from screaming when he converted 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 and Co with weird looks, but nobody dared to raise questions after Heather told them that Rob was police despite his appearance.

Rob and his gang finally got the house for themselves, “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 can 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 oversea for her career. So, she enjoyed his husband's wealth which was now her wealth for herself. Unexpected by Rob, Heather wasn’t so goody-two-shoe as her niece, she was one who not hesitated to pull favor 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 parasite inside her body began to work 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. Her row of perfect white teeth turned yellow and crooked.

Heather’s C-cup breasts began to expand and balloon into obviously fake volleyball-sized tits, ready to pop from her dress. And with that, her dress began to melt into black liquid, leaving her naked temporarily. Rob feasted her eyes on Heather’s enhanced MILF body, then several other vulgar tattoos appearing all over her fair-skinned body; on her collarbones, there’s a tattoo that read ‘EVIL’ on her left collarbones and ‘SLUT’ on her right collarbone, above her crotch, there a skull with wing tattoo, their gang logo. On her knuckles, there '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 a leather jacket with a skull logo on her back, under her jacket, she wore a black studded bikini top, and a micro leather skirt 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, and 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."

The hive parasite in Heather received Rob's input, and took the identity that Rob wished, to the point of erasing the name 'Heather' from her memory. She was now Hag and only known herself as Hag, the gang's evil, cruel, cold-hearted old enforcer.

"What's the next plan, boss? Do you have any goodies-two-shoes in your mind I need to take care of?" Asked Hag.

"Oh, I have one in mind but it is not the time to send you to her yet, just follow me for now.”

“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 ransack, and stole things from her home. After becoming Hag, she loses all attachment to her previous life, and only had loyalty to the gang, to the hive lord.

If the boss wanted her to give her entire wealth, she would hand them directly and 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 bike 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 had more bikes and members.”

“Hag, give Blaze the bike’s key, and go get all your valuable 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 notice there’s something wrong with the guard,” Rob commanded.

“Nightmare, go call Carla, and told 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.”

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

Carla finally feels that something was wrong when sister Maria’s car which she was familiar with was followed by two Harley Davidson ridden by unruly-looking people whom she knew sister Maria never associated with. But Carla still had good faith that sister Maria would not bring her harm, and then kindly welcomed them.

Carla Lawson, 32 years old, could be said as her husband's trophy wife which was older by 15 years. Carla was his former secretary. Not only was her body sexy with a curvy waist and natural 36D boobs, couldn't be denied that her husband married her because of her appearance. But Carla proved herself not your usual gold digger trophy wife. 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 them as Rob and his gang parked on her lawn.

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

“Hello, Carla.”

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

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

“I prefer you to call me Nightmare,” the pale woman replied.

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

“She is really your sister Maria, 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 slacked 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 answer, Nightmare was the first one who gave her an answer, "she is Delilah, another member of my bible club. The city’s DA, the boss should have heard a thing or two about her.”

Rob finally remembered who Delilah was, she was the one who handle the corruption case of the previous police chief and send him to jail.

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

He let Nightmare take Carla in her car, meanwhile, he ordered the rest of the gang to surround the house, and prevent Delilah’s escape from the back door.

---

With the help of the ability of the hive to mold things, Rob easily gained access to the house as the alien hive unlocked the door even without needing the key.

“Now, where are the bitch hiding?”

The Lyons house, as one of the richest families in the gated community, was the biggest house 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 finger 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 with only assimilating around 40% of the house with the alien hive, but it still took Rob 10 minutes. Plenty of time for Delilah to call the police. Without wasting too much time any longer, Rob went to where Delilah was hiding.

---

“Hello, 911, Delilah Lawson here, I have an emergency situation 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 hope that Police came quickly enough before the big biker guy found her.

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

Is there a ghost inside the closet?

The bob-haired woman shook her head, it was not the time for her to fear ghosts, she was more scared of that bad guy. Delilah saw someone that sounded like another of her friend, Maria Simone, but looked like a sinister punk woman that she couldn’t affiliate 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 as if she was in the high of ecstasy.

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 absolutely hit the mark, the clothes in the closet suddenly melted in front of 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 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?” Like what he did to Angela before, he had taken over control of Delilah 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 yesterday,” Rob replied.

“Alien?” Delilah was dumbstruck of Rob’s explanation

“Unbelievable, right? You know, yesterday morning I am still a police officer who 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 sends the previous chief to jail.”

“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 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 ‘joke’ 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 parasite. 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 continued upward and covered her face as a latex hood. Her latex bodysuit received some modification, instead of fully covering her body, there were holes on her tits and crotch, baring them for everyone. The latex on her body then turned to red 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, was black thigh-high boots with 6-inches 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 word 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 his chief that had been put to jail by Delilah.

But before Rob was able to ‘test run’ Delilah’s skill as a fucktoy. He heard a voice in his head.

“Boss, I have seen the police going here, what should I do?” Nightmare telepathically called Rob to inform the police's arrival.

“Crap! they come faster than expected, ****, let’s go, we will take the motorbikes, and 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 spare 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 that 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 when they got to Carla Lyons’ house, they didn’t find anyone, only several tires marks on the ground, Carla as the owner of the house, and Delilah who called the police there, were all missing. The police knew that they came 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 prove her bad feeling, her aunt’s house was ransacked, and her aunt, Heather, was missing as well. She tried to call her aunt for a secondary check, maybe her aunt was hiding somewhere, but Diane received no answer from her phone, giving her the confirmation that her aunt, Heather was also kidnapped with Carla and Delilah.

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

To be continued

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