The Hive Rider Gang

(Author opening word: this story is a rewritten/redux version from The Hive Rider Gang I had on my repository page. Posting it again on Mind Control because it deserves its own thread )

CHAPTER 1

“This is Rob reporting from the incident site. We have quite a deadly incident, no survivor in sight.” A burly, slightly fat policeman reported through his radio communicator

“Roger that. How many casualties from the incident?” came a woman's voice from the other end of the communicator.

“Six people; two men and four women. Local witnesses say that they are members of a biker gang. All dead on the spot, and their current state of being was kinda grotesque,” the man answered.

“Grotesque you said? Elaborate. We just got several reports of people hearing something like an explosion, is this one related to that?”

“Yes, I think a meteor just crashed down on their place, and the impact created by its fall incinerated those guys and their motorbikes on the spot in one big explosion. They experienced something similar to getting caught in dozens of TNT explosions closely. It’s what I deduced from looking at the incident scene.”

“Thank you for the report, officer, anything else you want to add?”

“What should we do with the meteorite?”

“Nothing. I will make a report to the state’s space research institution, they will take care of it. Our job, which means your job, is to identify the victim and after the victim gets identified, you shall inform the victim’s family of their relative's unfortunate demise. Also, don’t forget to secure the perimeter with police lines.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Bitch don’t realize that this is an opportunity to make a lot of money. If it was the old chief, he would seize the opportunity to capitalize on the meteorite,” Rob grumbled as he walked around the crash site to check if he could find something of value that was still intact after the explosion.

Rob paused in his tracks. He felt like there was something that was calling him. It might just be his imagination but Rob decided to follow his gut feelings. He then found his jackpot, a conspicuous silver-coated stone hidden in the wreckage of burnt motorcycles.

The meteors probably broke into a few pieces during their fall. Rob thought. He identified that the small stone was the same kind as the boulder-sized meteorite.

The dazzling gleam of the space rock invoked Rob’s greed. He didn’t waste his time and picked the stone from the ground, ignoring that it might still be fiery hot. The expected scalding heat didn’t appear when Rob made contact with the rock, instead, he felt like he was holding a cube of ice. But even these feelings of coldness vanished quickly like it was never there. The meteorite turned black as if it were just an ordinary rock a few moments after their contact, the silver coating seemed to recede into the fine crevices the small meteorite had.

This stone will make me a lot of money if I sell it to the black market. There may be more pieces breaking away from the big boulder.

Rob looked around the crash site but he didn’t find any other meteorite pieces. Once the silver coating vanished, it looked no different than ordinary rock. It was a fool's errand to search for more pieces.

“I guess there are pros and cons of this. Nobody will guess that I picked a piece of meteorite, unfortunately, I can only get one piece, ” the police officer looked at the small fist-sized meteorite in his hand for the last time before he put it in his pocket.

Rob. Full name Robert Bankman was one of the bad seeds of the York Vale police department and probably the only surviving one.

Until a year ago, his police department was filled with corrupt and full of crooked police. Their department's reputation was terrible. The thing that saved the police chief's position even after all his corrupt deeds was that the chief had a close friendship with the city mayor. But all changed after some bad cases of authority went viral and couldn’t be swept under the rug anymore. The department got some attention from the state governor and other state authorities. The governor finally noticed what utter disgrace was the city police department and mandated the city mayor to cleanse the police department.

The department was completely turned upside down to cleanse it. Not even being close with the mayor could save the former chief’s ass from punishment. The former chief of the York Vale police department was swiftly imprisoned after being found guilty of corruption. Aside from the chief, many of Rob's colleagues got caught in the department's cleansing. While a few were fortunate enough to just be reassigned, others were not so fortunate and ended up being sacked or imprisoned like the previous chief.

Rob probably had the goddess of luck on his side at that time. He didn’t expect that he able to extricate himself from the corruption scandal and get himself scot-free even though he wasn’t clean from it.

When the old was gone, a new one filled the spot. The current police chief, Diane Addams was a new chief helicoptered from higher-ups to their department. Aside from her, there were a lot of new hires in their police department, most of the new hires were women instead of men; the higher-ups probably lost faith in the men and gave a chance for the other gender to fix the department’s tarnished reputation.

So far, Diane Addams has been quite successful in gaining back the public trust and fixing the city police department's stinky reputation. A lot of parties were happy with how Diane ran things in the department.

But not for Rob. Being one of the bad seeds left from the previous department, Diane's hate for him was apparent because of his reputation as a crooked one.

Under Diane's leadership, he was unable to continue the sleazy and corrupt practice he had done under the previous chief. Furthermore, Diane had made it her goal to make Rob quit the police department. The only reason Rob hadn’t been kicked from the department yet was because he was careful to not give Diane any strong reason to fire him.

In short, his life has not been so good ever since Diane took the position.

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Instead of following Diane’s command to identify and contact the victim’s relatives, Rob decided to just go home after he got the piece of meteorite. Diane never told him the deadline anyway, and contacting the victim’s relative one day later would not make any difference.

He had done his job half-assedly and ditched what he could ditch, but Rob still came home exhausted. In moments like this, Rob often missed his ex-wife. However shitty his ex-wife was, at least he would be greeted with a hot cup of coffee when he back home, well, shitty wasn’t the right word to describe his ex. His ex was a good woman, but she was too good and Rob was one hell of a corrupt officer. Rob never regretted what he did, and never thought that being a corrupt officer was a big deal, but his ex-wife just couldn’t stand all the bad deeds Rob did anymore and decided to leave him. Long story short, he then got divorced from his wife of 5 years. His divorces awaken his hatred toward goody-two-shoes snobs like his ex-wife. Rob couldn’t accept that his ex blamed the fault of their sinking relationship on him while he never thought that he was doing something wrong, hence he considered his wife as a shitty one.

Rob threw himself on his bed. Oops, I almost slept on it. He took the meteorite out of his pocket. When Rob checked the space rock again, he found that the meteorite now had more visible lines of cracks. The area around the crack line was gradually coated by the previously missing silver coating.

His finger touched the silver coating. “Ouch,” He felt a prickling pain coming from his finger that was in touch with the gel-like silver substances. He reflexively pulled his finger back but found out that his finger and the stone stuck together like it was glued.

Shit! shit! shit! He cursed and watched in horror when vein-like silver streaks snaked from his fingertips to his arm and made their way up to his neck. Yet the silver streak didn’t show any sign of stopping and still going further up to his face. A few moments later, the silver streak finally wormed to his brain through his orifice, making Rob lose consciousness.

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Rob opened his eyes after God only knew how long he had fainted. At least, I fainted on my bed and not on the cold floor. He still thought of himself as Rob, though he was no longer sure whether he was still himself or replaced by ‘them’ who then thought of themselves as Rob.

He now knew that the silver streak before was an organism that lived within the meteorite, and now ‘they’ fused with him. The fusion gave him some information about ‘their’ true nature; ‘they’ were some nano-organisms similar to a hive mind, and the one that fused with him was a newborn hive queen or hive lord in his case.

The newborn hive lord had absorbed DNA and knowledge from the deceased biker gang members after the impact, but they were only able to get limited information about Earth because their first host was only a scattered piece of flesh. Unable to adapt and become independent, they escaped back to their container, the small piece of meteorite, which was then found by Rob.

They were intelligent beings but their intelligence level was only on par with a newborn beast cub, at least for now. Just like a newborn beast cub, they imprinted on the first host they latched, in their case, the biker gang. They took the habit, desire, and stereotypical personality of a biker gang member as the correct way to survive in their new environment, unfortunately, their information was only a fragment and incomplete. Thankfully, their new host, Rob, was knowledgeable about all kinds of bad people, villains, and criminals. They took his knowledge unfiltered, grouping all types of criminals and wicked scums as the same as being a biker gang member.

Rob being their host now had a new overwhelming urge to do bad, to start his own bad biker gang full of lawless people. Making a biker gang. It was an idea that even the previous Rob who was a crooked and corrupt police never had before but now was at the forefront in his mind that he was unable to dispel.

Thankfully, Rob was fully aware that he was no longer just an ordinary crooked policeman he was before, he now held the power to make these new ideas and urges into reality.

But first, if he wanted to start a biker gang. He needed to take care of his appearance, his current appearance wasn’t suitable for a big bad rough biker gang leader.

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Rob rode his Harley in the darkest of nights. There was no sight of the fat burly man, only a muscular strong man who looked like he could single-handedly lift other men. He was clad in a black leather jacket, leather pants, and spiked boots.

Even his face was changed, he no longer looked like a middle-aged man tired of life, but a wild adonis with dangerous charm. There was only a subtle resemblance to the old Rob left. Only if somebody tried to observe him discerningly they would find out that the man was Rob, otherwise, nobody would associate this newly emerged biker leader with the sleazy police Robert Bankman.

His current changed appearance was thanks to one of his newfound powers. He was able to shape bodies and minds to whatever he wished, and he planned to share this gift with some dearest acquaintances of his. Anyway, he couldn’t start his biker gang without some biker chicks and gang sluts. Rob already had a target in mind for whom he would convert first.

After almost half an hour down the road, he finally reached his destination, a nice house in the city’s suburb

He rang the doorbell. Anybody would be suspicious of someone who rang your house bell in the middle of the night. But Rob gambled this one would open the door for him. She was too good of a person.

Yes, The house belonged to his ex-wife, the Mrs. goodies-two-shoes snob. And as he expected, someone opened the door, but surprisingly it wasn’t his ex-wife, but a young brunette woman in her early 20's dressed in a casual tank top and shorts.

“Who are you?” “Who are you?”

Both Rob and the girl said in almost unison.

“Well, forget it, whoever you are I will find out after I take care of you,” Rob said nonchalantly as he quickly grabbed the girl’s shoulder.

Numerous strands of silver streaks snaked from Rob’s fingers, spreading from her shoulder that Rob touched to all over her body from head to toe. The girl didn’t even have a chance to retaliate and shout when the hive stunned her nerves and shut down her consciousness in almost an instant,

Once the hive took root in her mind. Rob felt connected to her and was able to read her mind and memories. He found that this girl was named Blake Riveters. A step-daughter of his ex-wife who married Blake’s father.

“Wake up, bitch,” Rob commanded.

Like a switch being turned on, the girl's eyes regained their shine. The silver streaks that had spread on her body blurred and soon vanished under her skin without leaving a mark. She looked normal like she was before.

“Thank you, Master, I feel fucking great. what can I do for you? ” Blake said. Her voice was lively like she was meeting with her old friend. She didn’t appear like someone who just got mind-controlled.

“Why do you act so lively? Should you be more robotic?” Rob's interest was piqued after seeing her response, he thought she would be quite robotic like what he watched in the movie, but never expected she would be this lively.

“Do you want this host to act robotic, Master? Currently, because you wake me without giving me a parameter of how I should act, I just act like I normally remember. You can alter others’ personalities and memories before waking them up. If you just woke us directly like what you did to me, we will just act like what we normally do, the only difference is we will no longer be hostile to you.”

Rob shook his head, making someone act like a robot sure had its charm, but he decided not to make Blake act like one."So, do you not feel any dissatisfaction, refusal, or resistance in your mind when you see me even after what I did to you?"

"No, I am no longer able to harbor any bad feelings toward you and the hive. Anger, sadness, disappointment, I can’t no longer genuinely exert it toward you except if you want me to act angry or sad. It's my honor to be assimilated by the hive by you, Master."

"Then, what do you think about being my bad biker gang sluts? This means you may need to drop out from your current law school, and you can't be a lawyer anymore." Based on Blake’s memories that he read, Blake was currently a sophomore in the city’s prestigious law school.

"Fuck becoming a lawyer, I want to be your biker gang sluts!" The girl answered with a wide smile on her face.

Rob had expected that answer. Once the hive assimilated someone, they would share the same vision, aspirations, and purpose that the Hive lord had. But Rob still wanted to hear it from his victim’s mouth, he thought it was hot that they would renounce their own old life to be his gang slut

"Last question, do you prefer red or black?"

"Uhmm…I like the color red better."

"Red then." Rob touched her shoulder once again, and as if magic happened, Blake’s shoulder-length brunette hair shortened into a fire hydrant red short sharp bob hairstyle. Next, her face was coated with red makeup; bright red eyeshadows, red blusher, and fuck-me red lipstick. The once innocent sweet girl looked like a charming vixen now.

After her face, Blake's body began to change. Her modest 32 B-Cup breasts grew to be 36 D-cups tits. Her rear also got an upgrade with a bubble buttock. But Rob didn't want a bubbly bimbo, what he wanted was a sexy femme fatale. Blake's body gained some lean muscle mass. Her body was now built like a trained agent often seen in superhero movies, albeit with her big tits and bubble butt, she might also pass as a porn actress.

Next to change was her clothes, her top, shorts, and underwear all melted and turned to be a silver liquid puddle on the floor. Rob appreciated Blake’s naked body for a few seconds, even fondling her new tits before he commanded the hive nano organism to finish the job.

The silver liquid crawled back to Blake’s body and began to expand, forming a new set of clothes for the woman. Blake was now sporting a red cropped tube top that cut short just below her tits, a leather jacket with a flaming skull head image on behind, micro denim hot pants, and thigh-high boots.

“Wow, thanks for the attire, Master,” said the girl excitedly.

“Master? I prefer if you call me Boss, Leader, or Chief. It suits the gang aesthetic better,” Rob replied.

“As you wish, Boss.”

“Also, your name is now Blaze. Blazing like fire, and burn with flame of anger. Forgot about whatever you were called before, also threw whatever morality you had before to the trash, you are now a violent biker chick that would not hesitate to rob, ransack, raze, and even kill someone. And most importantly, you are absolutely loyal to me.”

Rob’s commands were quickly processed by the alien organism in the girl's body. Blake's personality was rewritten as the hive took the identity of ‘Blaze’.

“Boss, what are you doing here? Can I help you with something?” Blaze blinked, she seemed unable to recall the past ten minutes, she didn’t remember that Rob was changing her. For her, she was always called Blaze and always looked like this. All she recalled was that she opened the door of her house and saw the Boss standing on the porch.

“Did you forget what had happened a few minutes ago?” Rob asked her back.

“Errr…uhmmm…” Blaze looked downward and was scared of making eye contact with Rob. Even though Rob made her look like a strong woman outside, she could not help to be all groggy and nervous in front of Rob, it was an innate fear that the hive member had toward the hive lord.

Looking at the groggy Blaze, he got his answer without needing her to say it verbally, “Never mind it. I found an interesting side effect, making you always think of yourself as Blaze erase the part of memory where I change you from Blake to Blaze.”

Blaze let out a breath of relief. What mattered the most to her was to make the Boss happy. She was scared that she displeased him by being unable to remember what had happened. Thankfully, the boss pardoned her.

“Now, where’s the bitch?” Rob asked another question.

“The bitch?”

“Your stepmother, you should call her the bitch too now,” said Rob.

“Sorry Boss, the bitch isn’t home right now, she went on a church retreat several days ago, but I estimate that the bitch will go home tomorrow morning.”

Never change…how could I not consider that the bitch will be at retreat? She never misses any opportunity to go to a retreat. Thankfully, this time isn’t a waste because of her new little slut.

“Why don’t you join her?” Rob looked at Blaze curiously. Before he changed her into this, she seemed like a good Christian girl, together with his ex-wife, he could imagine that they would have a good mother-daughter relationship.

“I’m in the middle of the exam period so I don’t go to retreat with the bitch, but fuck law school, I don’t care anymore about that shit!”

“How about your father?”

“Father is on business trips overseas. He would not come home until the next month”

“Look like the bitch new man is well-off and the bitch living a better life than me, shit, this makes me upset! Blaze, bring me to your parent's bedroom, we will have fun there!”

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As soon as the two were inside the master bedroom. Rob snapped his finger and both of his and Blaze’s clothes melted back into a liquid puddle. Rob then roughly threw Blaze to the parents’ bed.

“Let’s give the bitch a surprise,” without any foreplay, Rob rammed his dick inside Blaze’s virgin pussy like a piston.

It was a rough fucking from Rob without any care for Blaze's well-being, luckily, the girl found her first time, even if it was rough without love, was mind-blowing sex with a pleasure she never felt before

“Oh God…yes, ravage me, Boss! I never feel this good!” Blaze squealed as Rob pounded her private hole hard.

“I want you to shout my name and insult your parent!” Rob was ramming his dick in and out of Blaze’s pussy with increasing intensity.

“Boss is the greatest! The bitch is dumbass for leaving you! She’s an idiot!”

“Idiot? Yes, she is an idiot for leaving me to be with your father, what should I call you? A daughter of a dumbass?” He pushed his cock deep into her cunt.

“Yes, yes, I am the daughter of a dumbass bitch, please cum inside me so I got a sliver of your superior intellect.”

“Fine, take my load in your cunt!”

Rob unloaded his seed inside Blaze’s pussy and at the same time, Blaze got her mind-blowing orgasm. Thankfully, with Rob’s command, as long as Rob didn’t want it, Blaze wouldn't become pregnant. The hive inside her acted as a form of contraception.

Rob pulled his cock out of Blaze’s pussy, and let his cum that mixed with Blaze’s hymen blood leaking out from the girl’s pussy.

“You may take a rest now,” Rob commanded.

Blaze who was still in the afterglow of orgasm got her consciousness shut down in an instant.

“Angela, you are next,” Rob murmured his ex-wife's name. Blaze would be his surprise gift to his ex-wife.