The Hive 5: Assimilation

By Lyka Bloom

They will be assimilated, and they will serve the Queen...

Deep inside a secret medical facility, Doctor Sally Shaw examines a creature that once was human, but now his Hive. Wrapped in latex and bestowed with mind-altering and hypnotic powers, this queen is studied and locked away, but Hive finds a way.

When an assistant who desires the beautiful Doctor Shaw finds himself contemplating a devil's bargain and a gorgeous new subject, desperate to leave a life of poverty behind her, converge in the facility, the ingredients are set for a terrifying escape.

A further tale of transformation, rubber desire, and mind-warping thrills in The Hive universe!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Aug 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005662844

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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THE HIVE 5: ASSIMILATION

by Lyka Bloom

THE HIVE 5: ASSIMILATION

First Edition. August 28. 2020 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2020 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

This is a work of fiction. All names, places, likenesses, events, and incidents are fictional, and are in no way intended to describe actual events.

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The girl in the tube was pretty, if unremarkably so. Her dark hair was cut precisely over her forehead, the rest draped down to her neck. Her nose was thin, and had a round tip that sat over a thin-lipped mouth. Her brown eyes were big and round, and told even a casual observer that Robin Weintraub was very frightened.

Don't worry, Sally Shaw spoke into the microphone. The sound transmitted from her place in the viewing area to the interior of the sealed tube, where air circulated thanks to fans built into the sides of the cabinet. Are you comfortable?

Yes, the girl said, though the racing of her heart suggested otherwise.

Doctor Shaw ensured the microphone was off and turned to her assistant, busy monitoring the vitals of their subject. Is she panicked?

No, but her heart rate is elevated. Nothing quite at a panic attack level, but she's nervous. I don't think telling her not to worry did the trick.

Shaw frowned, a look of scorn that rested briefly on her features, then flitted away. Hogan was good at his work, but mouthy.

Connect her to Prime and see if that calms her down some.

You got it.

Hogan O'Reilly input the commands to connect the cabinet Robin rested in with the isolated cell in the belly of the research building. Only he and Doctor Shaw had access to that room.

Look, Shaw said with a dash of wonder in her voice.

Almost immediately, their subject's nervous fidgeting grew still as she worked to hear the sounds filling her head, vague whispers at first. The EEG and pulse monitors verified that Robin was relaxing inside the coffin-like container. Even without the scientific hardware, the look of peace on her face visible through the clear front of the tube was enough to suggest something was happening inside.

Within the cramped space set at a forty-five degree incline, Robin rested against the cushioned bed of the cabinet. At first, it was hot, claustrophobic. The kind of space seemingly designed to ignite a phobia, the domed lid sealed around her. Only when the doctor and her handsome assistant used the microphone could she hear anything outside the contents of the pod. There was the slight whir of the fans as they circulated air and the maddeningly loud sound of her own heartbeat, and only that.

Then she heard the whispering. It sounded like it was coming from inside her own head, waves of sound like a crowd all talking over one another so that it made only white noise. And then those voices coalesced into a single speaker. A woman, who sounded strong and sensual.

Robin, the voice said, repeating her name over and over, like the arc of a metronome, a steady rhythm of her own name repeated back to her until the word was meaningless.

Is someone there?

Yes, Robin. We are here. We have been waiting for you.

Hello? Is that you?

She was looking at the doctors, up above her in the sterile white room, watching her with a laser focus, but she could see that it wasn't them that spoke. This didn't have the slightly distant sound of a speaker. This was here, with her in the pod. She smelled something, too, an industrial smell. It reminded her of plastic.

You don't have to worry about those doctors. You don't have to worry about anything at all. Just listen, Robin. Listen to us and we can help you. We want you to be happy.

A wave of euphoria accompanied the voice, and Robin's eyes fluttered. While the whispering continued its promises of peace and calm, something was happening at the core of her. Her pussy felt warm and slick, followed by the happy ache of her breasts when they anticipated the touch of a lover. Her mouth opened and a sigh escaped.

So good. It's good to be with us. We will take are of you, always. Be with us. Be one with us.

Her