A weird sensation covered her skin as the machine began to mist her with a sweet smelling solution. Tara felt her skin go numb, even that held in place by the machine at her wrists and ankles. Maybe its just going to clean me, she thought. And clean it was doing. From her head right down to her toes, ever pore, every cell the fluid entered was cleansed down to a molecular level, with all impurities removed. Impurities like dead skin, dirt, dust…hair…and pigment. It took Tara a moment to realize the last two. It wasn’t until she felt the solution’s tingle in her scalp…followed by the sensation of huge clumps of hair sliding down over her wet naked body…that she realized she was being stripped bare. When she started to notice her peachy flesh loosing its color in favor of bleached white…she realized what the machine was doing went far beyond being stripped bare.
She was being prepped…for something. She didn’t know what, but it she rationed that she would find out relatively soon.
She was right.
A soft cylindrical shaft rose up out of the floor, stopping only when it made contact with her anus. The tip of the shaft was rounded like a phallus, and like a phallus, capable of providing its own lubricant. The tip squirted a dollop of thick gel at Tara’s tight rosebud. The chemical compounds contained within it caused her sphincter to relax, which in turned allowed the shaft to continue its forward motion, sliding gently forward, then back, then slightly more forward, then back again. It would repeat this motion, stopping only occasionally to excrete more lubricant. Tara had been expect the cylinder’s entry into her rear to be painful, but in fact…it had quite the opposite effect.
She rocked her hips gently as the tube continued its ascent into her ass, until it had completely impaled her, but then, as if not yet finished, the pole continued to rise up out of the floor, raising the bewildered, and extremely aroused girl up off her feet.
When the cylinder had finished its rise from the floor, Tara was a good two feet above the floor. Her wrist and ankle bindings were now obsolete, as she was very much held in place by her impaler. The machine retracted the cables that had spread her appendages wide, but the rings remained. Before she could wonder what was to happen next, four bright flashes emitted from each of the rings, followed by four dull thuds. Tara looked down…her mouth dropped open in shock. The rings had split in half.
Half had remained with her hands and feet as they fell away from her body. The other half had remained with Tara, sealing over the ends of her extremities with shiny smooth silver-chrome. Her eyes were wide, but no longer with fear…it was merely surprise. She felt a strange calm come over her. But she forgot to close her gaping mouth. Something the device expected…and took full advantage of.
A second cylinder, moved much faster the first, quickly slipped past her lips and came to rest at the back of Tara’s throat, after spraying it with the same syrupy fluid it had used on her backside.
Then there was silence.
Tara began to realize the hopelessness of her situation. Not only was she trapped, but she was trapped, nude, hairless, foot and handless, and impaled at both top and bottom. The hope that she had maintained to that point was dwindling. She thought back to how she had ended up in such peril.
Tara had been traveling to Station I-Omega to take a post in the forward deployment control office. The fleet was making progress in ridding the sector of the Chromians threat. They had been pushed back on all fronts, and the control office needed another operator to guide the unmanned warships into the battle zone. Tara had graduated in the top percentile at the academy and was immediately recommended for the post.
The Elite Earth Force was savoring its victories after years of set-backs. The Chromians had broken through the EEF’s outer defenses and was on a course to earth. Its intent, destroy human life. The remote controlled warships were the answer. By placing their pilots light-years safely away, the force could afford the carnage of loosing hundreds of pieces of equipment per week in battle, without loosing a single human pilot. The Chromians had tried to jam the signal, but the Earth Force had over come that by switching back to an updated version of an original human idea…digital Morse-code.
That was the turning point. The human army pushed the machines back beyond the furthest depths of the galaxy, and were now pushing further back so as to effectively destroy the Chromian threat altogether.
Officer Tara Swanson was en-route to aid in the assault when she stumbled upon an S.O.S. transmission coming from what looked to be an abandoned EEF outpost. Not suspecting a Chromian trap, she boarded the station. The Machines had never used such clever devices in their past attempts. They lacked intellect and cunning…up until that point, which made them entirely predictable. But once Officer Swanson found her wrists and ankles entrapped in the silver bands that would hold her in place…she realized the Chromian approach had changed.
Steel cables were attached to the bands, which began to pull Tara through the old station to its central core, where a Chromian pod had placed itself. The pod was nearly the size of Tara’s small ship, and would have had to have been built on-site. There was no portal big enough in the outer parameter of the station to bring it through.
This meant another shift in Chromian thinking. They were not longer only prefabricating everything in one central location. They had taken their manufacturing capabilities and made them portable.
The front hatch of the pod was open, and the cables continued to lead Tara inside. She soon found her limbs pulled in different directions as the machine scanned her using various beams and rays. To Tara’s knowledge, the Chromians had never captured and studied a human being before.
She didn’t know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.
After the pod had removed her hair, skin color, feet and hands…Tara concluded that it was a bad thing.
With one probe in her anus and another in her mouth, there was little Tara could do except wait. And wait she would…until the machine resumed its movement, changing the angle of the cylinder in her mouth the make it perpendicular to the cylinder in her ass, which had gone from vertical to horizontal. Tara was now, essentially, a pig on a spit. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but such functions were not available to her any more. Instead, all she could so was wait. Again.
Then, without warning, the cylinders, in sync with each other, began to slowly rotate, as another light mist began to spray over Tara’s body. This time the mist wasn’t so sweet smelling. Instead it was strong and pungent, with a definite metallic scent.
My god, Tara thought, they’re covering me with metal.
With her head tilted away from her body, she could not tell for sure, but the odor of the mist would definitely suggest that she was accurate…and she was.
With each rotation, the mist continued to penetrate her pores. She could feel them tightening…hardening…changing. This was not good news for the EEF. The Machines no longer wanted to annihilate the human race…they wanted to convert the human race.
The mist continued on for what seemed like forever before the cylinders began to return to their original vertical states. Soon, Tara was once again looking at the wall of the pod, where the tube in her mouth had protruded from. She watched as the wall around the shaft opened further, and some other device began to move towards her, using the cylinder as a guide. The first device was a band an inch thick that came to press against Tara’s lips where they sealed around the shaft. The second device was plate with a slight contour to it, made of the same material of which the band was constructed, which came to rest against Tara’s nose.
There was a click, then the plate and band began to press against Tara’s nose and lips. Tara was confused. What was the point of this? She wondered. A third and fourth device whizzed down the track, but also disappeared from view around either side of her head. She could hear them approaching her ears, but then everything became muffled.
The devices continued to push forward. Tara eventually lost sight of them as her eyes could not find the angle. Something was moving and shifting, but Tara had no way to tell what. Even after the two devices withdrew, she couldn’t tell what their use had been. The mist nozzles once again erupted around her head. Tara closed her eyes until their subdued hissing sound dispersed.
From the shadows of the outer wall of the pod four robotic arms moved towards the pods hopelessly detained human subject. One arm approached the end of each of her limbs. Tara could see the arms holding something. Then, a flash of light, not unlike the one she had seen prior to the removal of her hands and feet. When Tara’s eyes adjusted, she could see something had been attached to her body…new hands, shaped like slick silver oven mitts, and feet, shaped like high-heeled silver boots had been added to her body. Her mind raced, why remove them only to add them on again?
There was movement.
The cylinder in her mouth was twisting. Then it began a slow descent as it withdrew into the wall. Tara was alarmed when she realized that she still could not move her head…it was like it was no longer under her control…and even more alarmed when she realized that she could not close…nor even feel her mouth.
The lower cylinder on which she was perched, began to slowly rotate until a reflected image came into Tara’s view on the mirrored chrome wall.
It was a being. A silver chromed being, with oven mitt hands and high heeled boot feet. Tara gasped when she realized that the being was her…or at what had become. The creature was slick mirrored chrome from the top of its domed head to the tips of its boot-like feet, and everything in between. Her nipples had been smoothed out, as had her vagina and belly button. Only soft curves remained to give a hint to her human origins. Those origins had all but been erased from her head and face. Gone were her plump lips, gone was her pert nose, and gone were he delicate ears…replaced with smooth uninterrupted silver. Her mouth was simple empty silver receptacle, that looked out of place without it’s cylindrical creator in it.
Only her eyes gave away her human foundation, but only for a moment as a chromed visor, with a glowing blue slit was dropped from above over top of them, and affixed to her face. Behind the visor, Tara knew what she now looked like. She had been made into one of them, whoever ‘they’ were, as no one had ever seen a Chromian…just their war machine creations.
A final appendage was added to the former academy graduate as a plug was inserted into her gaping hole-for-a-mouth. The plug quickly sealed around itself becoming a seamless part of her new face, complete with a thin red glowing slit where once her lips would have once been.
Tara heard a voice inside her head, instructing her stand and walk. She realized that the cylinder that had been holding her annally had been lowered to where she could now rest on her newly installed ‘feet’. The sound of her metal heels on the metal floor echoed eerily through the chamber as she walked out of the pod and back into the station. To her amazement, nearly a dozen beings nearly identical to her awaited her there.
“You have been made,” the voice in her head began, “As a peace offering to the Chromian leadership. You and the others like you must now venture to the heart of the Chromian home world and offer yourselves to them, so that this war may be ended.”
Unable to speak, the former Officer Swanson nodded in concert with the others around her. She quietly wondered to herself, If not the Chromians, then who had done this to us? The voice read her thoughts and replied, “We are a race as advanced as the Chromians yet as compassionate and thoughtful as you. We have watched this war progress, watched it nearly destroy both of your civilizations and now wish for it to end. We know what to do and that this must be done before both of your worlds are consumed.”
Tara felt her feet turn towards the docking station where her craft awaited, “Your vessel is of the proper size to carry all occupants, and has been programmed for its destination. You cannot fail. It is impossible. Go now and be safe in you journey”
The unit formerly known as Officer Tara Swanson boarded the vessel with the other twelve silver bodies. Soon the craft had departed, and was on its way to the Chromian home planet.
The voice was right…they could not fail.