THE HIVE RIDER GANG CHAPTER 4

Rob and his gang bitches were able to escape from the police chase and they were back in NG’s house.

“Fuck, it’s all because of you, you messed up my plan!” Rob took out his anger on Doll, the painslut who was previously Delilah Lawson, the city DA.

“That’s bitch Diane shall be wary and put her guards up now, fortunately, she has yet seen us directly so she was still in the dark about our identity."

"I'm sorry, boss, it's all my fault, please punish me, I am a stupid whore who should not think to escape from Boss' grasp," Doll prostrated before him, pleading guilty to what Delilah did before.

"Of course, I will punish you, go ask NG whether she had a crop or whip, and let others in the gang have their way with you.”

Rob gave the rest of the gang signal to bring Doll away. Obeying their gang leader's order, the rest of Rob’s bitches moved to another room to have their rounds to **** Doll. He soon was able to hear wailing sounds and squeals from the next door.

Rob ignored the sound and looked at the still-**** Carla in the room. He was ogling his newest haul.

Carla deserved her status as the trophy wife of a rich man, a beauty with a sinful body made to tempt man. His hand began to wander all over her intimate parts. Yet even when Rob pinched her nipples or fingered her pussy, Carla was not reacting to the sexual stimulation even a bit.

Her consciousness was already mainly assimilated by the Hive, and her mind was in a dormant state. As long as Rob didn’t activate the hive and give them order, Carla would be stuck in this state of ‘sleeping beauty’.

Rob didn’t want to wake up her just yet. Rob found out that every time he assimilated someone into the hive, he felt a growing desire inside him, an urge that pushed him to act more and more in line with the dastardly and immoral biker gang leader.

When he transformed Delilah into Doll, Rob was already bubbling with a newfound lust but had yet the chance to vent it because of the police interruption.

He had feisty and eager sluts to pick, but fucking the **** Carla would be a new experience for him that he wanted to try once in his life.

Although Carla was ****, her body still functioned normally; for example, her pussy still got very wet after Rob's fingering. After lubricating Carla’s pussy with her juice, Carla was ready to be taken.

Rob impaled Carla's pussy with his dick. He used her like a fleshlight, brutally ravaging her pussy as Carla was unable to resist nor respond. It took Rob a few minutes before he cumming inside the **** woman's pussy and losing interest in fucking her any further as the desire inside him finally sated. He then threw Carla back to the bed.

"How can some damned people like fucking **** women, it was no different than fucking a fleshlight!" Rob grumbled.

Having his curiosity sated, Rob was going to finish his business with Carla, transforming her to be one of his gang members like the other, but before Rob commanded the Hive to mold Carla according to what he had in mind, something unusual happened to Carla.

Silver linings appeared all over her body. Then, her finger made some slight movement. Carla whose consciousness should be dormant was moving without Rob’s control.

“What happened?” Rob was puzzled and confused about what happened to Carla that never happened to others women he converted.

Carla soon opened her eyes, but her whole eyes were white. Carla or whatever it is that controlled her body got up and faced Rob.

“Greetings…human male,” said ‘Carla’ with unnatural robotic intonation.

“Who are you? You aren’t Carla,” It was obvious that Carla was controlled by something.

‘Carla’ was silent for a moment, the atmosphere was tense for the two before 'Carla' slowly nodded her head, “I am not Carla, I am the one inside your head, according to your human term, you called us the Hive Minds.”

“So, you are the Hive Queen?”

“Half-correct, I am just a projected consciousness of the Hive Lord, a representative, my actual body is still inside your body.”

“So, why do you come out just now?”

There was another pause from Carla. “Curiosity. You left this specific host body dormant for too long, We are curious about what happened and we projected our consciousness to this dormant body to check on you and check on this body.”

“I'm fine, you don’t need to worry about me, if you are inside me, you shall know my situation, right?”

'Carla' nodded but then she shook her head, “We do, but our understanding about humans is still lacking, we yet to know whether there is something wrong or whether the situation is fine, we only judge that you behaved differently from your routine.”

“I have tried to communicate with you before, yet I never have any response from you guys, but now you come out because you are curious and worried about me, you seem like a good and caring alien different from my first impression.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Rob's reply.

"You can't expect us to communicate with you when we are just two days old lifeform that lacks the knowledge to do so. We are growing within you, we are bound to you. It's all thanks to you assimilating enough other humans so we gained the ability to do basic communication. The more members of the hive, the more extensive our knowledge and intelligence will be. We took the knowledge from you, and everyone who got assimilated into the Hive, so I hope you can assimilate more into the Hive."

"I see; you take our knowledge for your growth, hence assimilating others into the Hive are your main interest, anyway, why do you give me the impulse to change others into vile biker gang member?"

“Our kind emulates the first intelligent being we met on a new planet as our base and use them as our core foundation, we absorbed their knowledge and build our identity blocks from there. The first one who made contact with us was the biker gang, unfortunately, they weren’t intact and alive, thus we couldn’t make them our host, then you came. We then instinctually bond with you to complete our lacking foundation, absorbing your memory and integrating it into the incomplete knowledge and memory we got from the biker gang. So, the identity blocks we decide to use as a base are not only the biker gang but also yours as a crooked and corrupt individual. Deep down, you already want to change people into a vile parody of themselves, we only add a biker gang flavor to your desire."

"Can this identity block of yours be changed to something else?"

"To change our building block of personality once it is complete is only possible by killing me, the hive lord, and in extension, you, as our main host, or the second way is when we got assimilated by others of our kind with different and stronger identities.”

"There are other of you kind?"

'Carla' nodded, "There are. Our vessel doesn't only carry me, but others as well."

The meteorite! The government probably already get it on their hand at this time, the question is with whom the other hive queen bond.

“Do you have any other plan like conquering this world?”

“Conquering the world…" 'Carla' then shook her head, "The Hive only will do what is necessary for us to survive. Whether conquering the world is necessary for our survival still needs to wait for us to assimilate more data before making a judgment.”

“I understand, do you have any other order for me? ”

“Not yet, you can do it as before, we hope you can add more members to your gang so we could absorb their knowledge and grow mature quickly.”

“Alright, thanks for the freedom.” Rob felt relieved that there would be no sudden change of his plan.

“Is that all your question? We will retract this projected consciousness and let you continue what you wanted to do with this body.”

“Can we talk telepathically? After all, you are still inside me.”

‘Carla’ shook her head but stayed silent without explaining why they won’t communicate with him telepathically.

“See you again, human.”

Carla then dropped to the floor like a doll whose string had been cut.

Rob checked the fallen woman and confirmed that Carla was back in dormant condition like before.

Rob sighed in relief, “That’s a kind of sudden boss inspection situation, but thanks to it, I got some grasp on my situation and how the hive work.”

Silvery streaks then danced around him as he exercised his power. _It's time to work on this sexy piece of bitch. _Rob commanded the silver streaks to wrap around Carla like a cocoon. Rob was going to try experimenting on Carla, so the scale of her transformation was different than his other previous conquest. When the transformation finished, she would break from the cocoon and be something he envisioned. Right now, he could only wait, hoping that his theory was right and the hive parasite could work on it.

While waiting for Carla to finish her transformation, Rob went through the new information he got.

_First,_ the personality base that the Hive use isn't only the biker gang members but also my personality to some extent. So, while the Hive influences me, I also influence them. Guess this means I don't need to worry that I am not myself.

Next, why would they refuse to communicate with me telepathically and even bother to send a projection to check on me instead of doing it the easier way? Rob had demonstrated that the hive was capable of communicating with each other telepathically like when Nightmare warned him about the police before. There must be a reason why the Hive Lord refused to communicate with him via telepathy.

When Rob was in deep thought, Carla finally finished her transformation and broke from her cocoon. Her purple talon-like nail tore the silvery thread, and she slowly stood up.

Rob put his complicated thoughts about the Hive to the back of his mind and shifted his attention to his newly minted creation. His very own version of Cruella De Vil.

Like Cruella, Carla’s curly shoulder-length hair was now half black, and half white. Her skin color was ghastly white as pale as Nightmare. One of her eyes was all white without any visible iris, and on her other one, her sclera was unnaturally pitch black, with her iris now in blood red color instead of her previous light blue. Her lips were coated in snowy white lipstick, but behind her snowy white lips, her tongue was black in color with a split on its tip like a snake tongue. Her appearance was mesmerizingly demonic

Carla wore a black latex turtleneck crop top, white latex leggings, and black equestrian boots. Unlike others members of his gang, she didn’t have the gang’s jacket, but a long black fur coat.

“Your name now Cruela Vile, you will go separately from us, you will be the leader of a biker gang called the Cruel Angel. Recruit some people you know as your gang members, and do some crime so the police get their attention on you. I have made you able to assimilate other to the Hive like me. On the surface, your gang will not have anything to do with our gang, but deep down, you and your gang will always be my bitches who obey my command.”

“Yes, boss.”

Rob sent Cruela away as his decoy to give him more time to grow. He was confident that his plan would work. He would make Dianne think that Cruela’s gang was the one who kidnapped her aunt and Delilah while he bidding his time to grow his gang and then took **** on Dianne after he was sufficiently ready to clash with the entire police department.

Cruela was different than his other bitch, Cruela was more like him, she wasn’t entirely human anymore. It was Rob's first experiment in giving someone a similar power to him, his power of molding someone came from the Hive Lords, and his body can produce those hive parasites naturally like how some spiderman could create webs naturally without knowing what organ in his body that made him able to do that. It was a challenge for Rob, how to make Cruela could harness the same body and mind-molding power as him. Without the know-how, even the hive parasite was not able to instantly work on his vision unlike when he mold their outer appearances and personalities. He ended up modifying some organs of Cruela. Now, most of her body liquid, such as urine, saliva, pussy juice, and even snot was laced with the hive parasite necessary to transform people.

Done with Cruela's matter, he went next door to see how his other bitches punish Doll. He was not disappointed, Doll was bound by others with rope. Aside from her latex hood, she was now naked.

NG, Nightmare, Hag, and Blaze, had all had a turn with Doll, venting their irritation on her. Doll had been whipped, flogged, spanked, paddled, punched, chained, clawed, and sexually violated by the other four. They hold no hand in punishing Doll.

Rob could feel that the four didn't have any reservations about Doll's well-being, they saw Doll as nothing but a fuck toy and stress reliever for them to use. As if disregarding Doll's well-being was the natural course for them, the only bottom line they had was to not kill Doll accidentally.

It was partly thanks to his command to punish the former district attorney, but he finally realized that once he assimilated people into the hive and gave them a role in his gang, the other members of the Hive biker gang would act as if they had always been in that role. Doll as their fuck toy, Hag as the gang enforcer and mother figure, NG had always been the bitchiest one in the gang, Nightmare being the creepy and disgusting one. It came all naturally to them without questioning their role.

He wouldn't protest, it spared Rob from headaches explaining their position in the gang every time he brought new people to the hive.

“Enough, let her go!” Rob stopped the four from continuing.

The four obeyed Rob’s order and stopped torturing Doll, they then untie the rope that bound her. Doll flopped to the floor with a stupid grin on her face and let out a giggle. She didn’t feel any resentment toward the four that had tortured her. She was a pain slut, being tortured like that was not just all pain, but at some point, she felt pleasure from it.

“Get dressed, we will move on to our next destination, we still need some place to visit before the day end.”

“Yes, boss!” His bitches said in unison.

Rob looked at his phone; before he went to see his gang after sending Cruela away, he got several calls from Diane which he didn’t pick up.

Bitch was probably happy when he didn’t come up to work on time before this incident happened. And when she wanted to let someone do the labor-intensive and dirty work, she just sought him now.

He ignored numerous calls from his superior until Diane gave up and just send her order via message.

Obviously, one of her commands was for him to track the biker gang that kidnapped her aunt. Another one was to patrol the downtown. After that she want him to report his finding to her right-hand aide which had a lower rank than him. Furthermore, Diane also threatened to fire Rob from the unit if he failed to do his task. For Rob, even if he no longer wanted to be a police officer, Diane's order was still a humiliation for him.

Rob then replied with a simple “Fine, I’ll do it.” message to Diane.

And thus, his next target was decided, but before that, he needed a place to bait his target, a place far from Diane’s reach.

“Anyone knows some abandoned church or warehouse we could use as a base?”

“I know an abandoned church on the city outskirt, boss, but I don’t know if it is suitable to be our base,” Nightmare replied.

“Let’s see the place first.”

The six rode on their bikes and almost an hour later finally arrived at the abandoned church Nightmare knew, but unexpectedly, they aren’t the first group of people to be there.

The group who beat them to the place was a goth model and her photographer, both young women in their mid-20s. The model was dressed in a fetish gothic dark nun uniform while her photographer friend was lightly dressed in a blouse and pants.

“Who are you guys?”

The two were startled when Rob and his gang arrived.

“Ah…what we get here? Two defenseless ladies wandering to an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere, don’t you know that wandering to a place like this was dangerous?” Rob replied.

"Don't come here, I know some taekwondo!" the photographer threatened.

Unfazed by her threat, Rob let his gang surround the two.

“W-we can give you money, but let us leave, we are done with taking photos here,” said the photographer nervously, knowing that her previous threat wasn't working on the big man.

“Leave? Unfortunately, I can’t let you leave, you will stay with us, as our new gang member.”

“Can we decline? Our friends know we are here, if you don’t let us go, police will come here to search for us,” replied the goth model.

Rob telepathically commanded his bitches to search the surrounding for any stray, he didn’t want Delilah’s case to happen again. But in the eyes of those two, Rob’s gang had stepped back and would let them go after their threat.

“Can we go now?” asked the goth model.

“You can go, but I need to check your phone just in case, if you don’t want to get checked, I will not let you go.”

The two women looked at each other before nodding to Rob, “Fine, we agree, you need to promise us that you will return our phone after checking it.” They could only agree to let Rob check their phone. They only hope he would return the phone to them afterward, but they had prepared to lose them in exchange for their own safety.

Of course, Rob didn’t have any intention to let them go, when these two got near, he grabbed their hand instead of their phone. The two were shocked by Rob’s sudden action, but before they could struggle, they found something pricking into their brain.

Rob let go of his hand. The two girls just stood there like a statue, their eyes were blank. Rob rummaged through the memories of these two and found out about their identity.

The photographer lady was Kimberly Song, a second-generation Korean who grew up in America. 25 years old. Engaged to a man, but secretly have a lesbian affair with her friend. And her lesbian partner was none other than the goth fetish model who stood beside her now. Xelena Goldenweb, real name Ellen Smith. 25 years old. A former classmate of Kimberly in the university, after graduating, Xelena made her name from being a successful goth fetish model. Behind the scene, Kimberly helped her by being her photographer and manager. They had been in this scandalous lesbian relationship since their school days, yet because Kimberly hailed from a conservative Asian family, they decided to cover their relationship from anyone. Kimberly even engaged with another man to make it believable that the two aren’t a lesbian.

“Poor you, let me help you,” Rob commanded the Hive to transform Kimberly first.

The Hive’s black goo and silver threads worked in tandem, molding the Asian woman to be a woman that suited Rob’s aesthetic.

Her pretty and silky black hair shortened until her hair became super short; Kimberly was now sporting a buzz cut. Piercings appeared on her eyebrows, nose, and lips. Her face was now roughed up and tough looking compared to her previous youthful and cute face. But Rob left enough of her old face so people were still able to tell that she was Kimberly

Her body gained some muscle mass as if she spent all her time bodybuilding in the gym and taking steroids and hormone ****. Her modest B-Cup breast was gone, and out-place volleyball-sized fake tits were bolted on her chest. And last, her clitoris engorged and extended until it looked like a small dick.

After her physical change is done, the black goo formed a set of clothing for her. She was now wearing a black bikini top and black skintight spandex shorts. Her compressed engorged clit looked like a bulging cock when looked at from the outside. She was also wearing navy blue knee-high socks and platform boots. The last article of clothing to form was the gang’s black leather jacket.

“You are now called Singed. You will still respond to the name Kim, Kimmy, or Kimberly, but when you are called by that name except by the gang members, you will find yourself terribly angry and feel an imaginary hot burn on your face and scalp. You hate the name Kimberly, you hate your parent who gave you the name. You are no longer just lesbian but bisexual, you like to sexually harass others to sate your lust. Loyal, tough, strong, mean, and an immoral pervert, you are a perfect thug and soldier for the gang.”

Light back to Singed’s dim eyes as she received her new personality and place in the gang.

“Hey, boss, do you need me to do something? And what do I need to do with my camera?” asked the newly minted muscular woman, now being a photographer was out of her mind.

“Keep it for now, maybe it will be useful later. For now, I will let you have a sweet time with your friend first, you love her, right?”

Singed nodded to Rob’s question. He had yet to tamper with Kimberly’s feelings for Xelena. But, if it went as he planned, her love for Xelena would be gone soon.

“Wakey wakey pretty girl.” Rob released his hold over Xelena after he moved a few distances to the back, and let Singed had alone time with her lesbian lover.

Xelena blinked and become aware of her situation. She instinctively took a step back in panic.

“Don’t be scared, it’s me,” Singed trying to calm down her partner like she usually did, she held her partner's hand to ensure her that everything would be okay.

“Kimberly, is that you, my love?” Xelena was shocked by Kimberly's new appearance, if not because the muscular woman’s face was so familiar to her, she would not think this woman was Kimberly.

"If you love me, you shall know I hate the name Kimberly, it's Singed, bitch!" Singed suddenly held Xelena's hand strongly as if she wanted to crush it. Her lover's sudden outburst was not expected by Xelena, but right now, she was in no position to ask why Kimberly was suddenly angry when she called her name as Xelena was assaulted by a wave of pain caused by Kimberly's strong grip on her hand.

"Let me go, Kimberly! It's painful, you are going to crush my hand," Xelena begged, but she unknowingly triggered more anger from Kimberly. The searing pain on her face made her unable to calm down.

"Let her go, my dear Singed," Rob interjected.

Singed obeyed her boss’s command. and stopped what she did. She no longer looked at Xelena with a kind and loving gaze a lover had, but with an expression of ridicule and disgust. Singed didn’t forget to do a throat-slitting gesture before she moved aside as Rob commanded.

Xelena was devastated by her lover's new behavior. She didn’t know what went wrong and was still unable to process that Kimberly was harming her.

“Confused aren’t you?” Rob asked the heart-broken girl

“Did you do it? Did you change Kimberly to be that crazy woman?”

“Yes, who else? And soon, I will change you too.”

“Wait, don’t change me, if I am suddenly missing, my fans and company will search for me, and you will be tracked by them!”

“Repeating the same trick wouldn’t work on me, missy, I change your little lover because I am confident enough that I can get out of this matter unscathed.”

“Yes, that kind of expression is what I like to see; anger, fear, despair, and feeling of powerlessness. If you are a good girl, and just stay at home, and be a good wife to your husband, this will not happen to you. But, honestly speaking, I prefer a bad girl like you, instead of the goody-two-shoe god-fearing stuck-up prudes. So, I will not treat you worse than those kinds of bitch I hate.”

Like what he did to Carla, Rob exerted more effort to drive the Hive parasite fo surround and wrap Xelena inside. He had a perfect role in mind to be filled by the goth fetish model.

“Boss, the surrounding is clear, we don’t find any stray wanderers around.” His gang bitches began to report their findings after scouring the area near the abandoned church.

“Alright, you bitches can take a rest now, we will use this church as our current base., so treat this place like your home. Singed you will be on guard duty for today, if there are any stray strangers coming here, you know what to do.”

“Yes, boss, I will make them regret wandering around this area.”

Aside from Singed who was on guard duty, the rest of Rob’s gang bitches was tidying some room of the church to use as their room. Even though this place was far different from the luxurious house they once lived in, once Rob designated that this place would be their new home, the Hive made them could only associate this place as their sole home until Rob designated another place as their new base, even if Rob sent them back to their respective house, they would not feel at home and be uncomfortable.

“Lena, you already rehearse and know what to say to the police, right?”

The girl in question nodded. Lena, previously Xelena, now looked much older than she really was. Her current face was actually similar to Maria's previous face before she got changed to Nightmare, but her face was the what-if version of Maria when she was heavily under the effect of prolonged meth consumption gone wrong.

There was an inverted cross scar on her forehead. Her once good row of white teeth was now yellowish and crooked, some of her teeth even rotten. Her eyes were unfocused and showed a hint of mania.

Her skin was looking sallow and dull. Purplish veins could be seen like a worm under her skin in a lot of parts of her body that were not hidden by any of her article of clothing. Rob also made Lena have something same to what Kimberly had as a token of their former relationship; her once natural 36DD breasts were replaced with the same volleyball-size fake tits that were bolted on Singed’s chest, Her nipples were pierced with the couple rings that the two lesbian lovers once wear.

For her clothes, Lena still wore her gothic fetish nun costume that showed her ample cleavage and was short enough to barely cover her buttcheek, the only significant difference in her costume was the veil part, before, her veil was only an ornamental piece that didn't hide her hair, her current one was a complete set of latex coif, wimple, and veil that properly hide her hair.

Lena a.k.a Mother Lena's role in the gang was the diplomat If Hag and Singed were coercing someone to get what the gang wanted using physical means, Rob made Lena able to convince someone to help the gang or do the gang binding by breaking their mentality and corrupting their moral. Like Cruela, Rob made her have a ‘superpower’, he had made her voice hypnotic by modifying her vocal chord.

Rob’s plan was to bring Diane’s aide, Lieutenant Paulina Campbell to this abandoned church without others feeling suspicious and tracked it back to him.

He picked up his phone and dialed Paulina’s number, after a minute, the call finally connected.“Lieutenant, let’s meet up somewhere, the Chief wanted me to report to you if I have some information regarding the biker gang that had been **** women in this city and I finally find some lead about them.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at the food stall on Scarborough Avenue, I will wait for you there.”

“Fine, I will meet you there after I have done my work, don’t wander around to other places!”

Bitch wants to make me wait for her, huh? Think she is very important while she is some rank below me. Just wait till I flipped the table on her

To be Continued

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