Shoot Her!

Tom pressed "00" on the gun's keypad as he waited. The busty blonde answered the door, opening the door enough to see out. "Oh, it's you. Thomas, right? What's up?" She wore cut-off jean shorts and a loose tee shirt.

He swung the gun up, then shot her with it. A baseball sized glob of material, with wires embedded in it, shot out and englobed the blonde's head, her hair flattened against her head, though some of her hair was channeled out of the top of the hood. Only two small holes for her to breathe through were visible as openings--the mouth and eye holes were visible but covered.

She struggled for a moment, and Thomas pushed her back into the apartment, then closed the door.

Under the hood, an extension formed, filling her mouth. At the same time, lights and patterns and sounds began to play. Spirals formed before both eyes, and the material seemed to be sliding through her ears into her brain! She continued to struggle, but the struggles got weaker over time. She was bombarded with hypnotic images and sounds, and the material that was in her brain began to directly download information into her head.

She was learning her responsibilities as a queen drone. And as a sex ****. She served the one who had hooded her, and would aid him in whatever tasks he assigned to her, obeying his commands. She also ran the drone hive, responsible for protecting and growing it, and making sure it served the master successfully, to his satisfaction and pleasure.

Her original mind was still there, sort of pushed to the side. It was available for reference, or as a cover, but her new personality was Alisha, the queen drone, designation QD01.

After about an hour, she was still. The hood retracted, forming a collar around her neck. Her eyes were open, staring into the distance. "This drone is ready to serve, master."