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"Do you really think this will work?" Lance asked as they walked right through the front entrance.

"Liebe paid tons of money to make this building impervious to our most advanced toys, but no matter how much he spends, there is still the human element to consider." Slayer smiled confidently, being a spy was more about dirty jumpsuits than fancy suits.

Lance spread his lips to make some suitable comeback, but decided better not as they walked in the modern, glass-walled office building. Retrieving the electrical cable and paint cans, they walked inside and approached a long counter manned by two security guards. Lance flashed his most sociable smile and spoke softly in german to one of the guards.

The guard simply nodded and threw a thumb in the direction of the elevators. "What line did you feed him this time?" queried Slayer, as they stepped inside, but not before he peered with one eye around the elevator door and spied one guard pick up a phone and speak excitedly. Then he stepped back and the doors closed.

"I said we were ordered by one of the Liebes to make electrical repairs behind a wall in the penthouse suite on the tenth floor, then mend and repaint the wall when we were finished. He didn't give me the least argument."

Slayer scanned the elevator for TV cameras but found none. It's almost as if they have no fear of covert actions, he thought. Or else they know we're here and have laid a trap. He might have been whistling in the dark, but he didn't trust the Liebes as far as he could throw that floating monstrosity outside. He also sensed that the guards in the lobby had been expecting them.

"Time for an ingenious scheme," he said.

Lance looked at him. "Plan C?"

"We'll stop on the fifth floor to throw off the guards who are probably monitoring our movements. But we remain inside and send the elevator up to the penthouse, while we climb through the roof and ride up the rest of the way."

"Not half bad," said Lance, pressing the button to stop the elevator on the fifth floor.

"Okay," said Slayer. "Hold me on your shoulders while I climb through the ceiling." But Slayer made no move. Though he did not detect the presence of TV cameras, Slayer was dead sure the elevator contained listening devices. He stood quietly still and grinned darkly at Lance.

Lance immediately understood and pulled out his P-10 automatic. "Damn, you're heavy," he grunted.

"Give me your hand and I'll pull you up," Slayer said quietly, as he gripped the old .45 Colt in his right hand. Remaining inside the elevator, they stood on opposite sides of the doors and pressed themselves into the corners.

The doors opened, and three guards rushed inside with handguns drawn and eyes staring up at the open maintenance door in the ceiling. They were dressed in substantial black body armor, thick rubber gleaming from underneath each had a hooded S10 gasmask with tinted lenses strapped over their head padlocked to a thick rubber collar. From each mask two corrugated hoses extended to a backpack where they joined a T-valve connected to two breathing bags and a medium sized gas bottle. Slayer stuck out his leg and tripped the third man, who fell against the first two, sending them all sprawling in a tangled heap on the floor. Then he punched the door-close button, waited until they descended several feet, and pressed the red emergency stop button, freezing the elevator between floors.

Lance had expertly clubbed two of the guards on the head with the butt of his automatic before they could recover, then held the muzzle against the forehead of the third and snarled in german, "Drop your gun or go brain-dead."

The guard was as tough and coldly efficient as those weird soldiers they had encountered in the Mine. Slayer tensed, sensing the guard might attempt a lightning move to get in the first shot. But the man detected the cold look of composure in Slayer's eyes and recognized a deadly threat. Knowing the slightest flick of his eyes would bring a bullet smashing into his head, he wisely dropped his gun onto the elevator floor, the same model Para-Ordnance that Lance was pressing between his eyes.

"Master Liebe sends his love." the guard spat in English and before Slayer could understand what was happening two smoky grenades came flying inside the elevator, spilling black smoke. Acting fast Slayer and Lance took each a mask from one of the unconscious soldiers and put them on hopping that they would be protected from whatever was this chemical weapon. They brought their weapons to bear and walked out of the elevator, cautious to find more attackers.

The floor seemed to be mostly empty, but the smoke kept coming apparently from every single crack or opening in the walls forcing Slayer and Lance to keep their stolen masks, Slayer hated the thing, feeling the rubber chaffing against his face with every breath, he could swear that the thing was shrinking with each breath.

"Couldn't he had at least bought decent gas masks for his soldiers?" Slayer tried to say, but the mask seemed to muffle most of his voice.

Lights flickered to life all around them as the offices suddenly came to life, computers begun to turn on one after another. He guessed that they had somehow tripped some kind of motion sensor that would be used to turn on the lights and working stations. The other option was that was some kind of elaborated trap.

"...The hardware consists of electro-contractile rubber fibers, these fibers are coiled like muscles..." Liebe's voice came from one of the terminals, Slayer almost shot at it, but then noticed it was only a video on loop, apparently here he was working on some kind of presentation of his super soldier.

They kept walking; each step seemed to be harder than the last. The smoke seemed to be made of something dense and was settling on the floor, adhering to his clothes and his skin under it. Slayer was getting worried about it, he could swear he felt the gas crawling up his legs.

"... Their integrated filtration system allow them to keep working even amidst the harshest environments..." Another terminal jumped to life. "Their skins are completely impervious to external agents and..."

To Slayer surprise Liebe in the video was wearing a gas mask exactly like the one they were wearing.

"...As soon as the mask is locked in place the process of assimilation will begin." Liebe's voice came from another terminal. "The new agent will begin a slow descent into the hive mind..."

Slayer felt fatigue settling in, every step seemed to take more energy than the time he had to climb the Everest to save the president's daughter. He tried to keep moving, but this smoke seemed to seep his energy. He pointed the gun to one of the windows and tried to shoot it, but the bullets bounced harmlessly from the bulletproof glass.

"We need to get out of here!" Lance's voice came to him strangely clear, it took him a moment to perceive that his companion was far away from him. "Let's try the elevator!"

In a blink the lights had gone off and all around them Slayer could see the unblinking eyes of thousands of soldiers in glossy black armor and gas masks, the reflexive lens of their masks fixed on both of them. The office walls were gone, replaced by heavy steel walls in what seemed to be an industrial temple, a church for steel, copper and rubber.

Just as fast as the image came it was gone and Slayer found himself on the ground, coils of black smoke tightening around his member as the smoke seemed to condense in some kind of rubbery film over his skin. He tried desperately to get up again, but he felt like there were chains of steel locking him in place.

"... inside my head!" He heard Lance's scream coming as if his companion was at his side. "It wants to change me... says I can be better, but I have to resist him. But he just want to talk now... he says if I let him talk he'll let me go... he promisessss..."

He felt strong hands on his ankles pulling him through the floor, he couldn't shake the images of angels being dragged down from the skies by demons, the floor opened under him as more and more hands pulled him down. He felt something in his mouth, like a long tube being forced down his throat, but he couldn't see anything, he couldn't move his arms and he couldn't stop it.

Voices spoke in his mind, too fast for him to understand, but he could experience what they were speaking, The waves of weird pleasure as hands covered in rubber caressed his body, ripped his clothes apart and pulled him deeper and deeper amidst them. He tried to resist, he had been trained to resist torture, but this was different, there no pain, only pleasure as he was brought amidst them. The strong smell of arousal filled his lungs and he couldn't hid his erection, he felt the hands slowly caressing his cock, he felt a wet and warm mouth enveloping his cock and moaned as depravity and lust filled his mind.

In a blink he was back at the office building, all the lights were turned on and he was surrounded by people in glossy rubber suits, some of them had armors, but most of them seemed to wear suits that enhanced and delineated their volumous breasts and hips, some of them had hard cocks on the groins. He struggled to keep his conscience, the voices goading him to let go and come back to their midst. He looked down to see one of the girls covered in rubber licking his hard cock, an opening in her mask allowing her to suck him without having to take it out. He wanted to escape from this absurdity, but his hands and feet were tied down with heavy chains.

He first heard the moans coming from his side and slowly turned to see Lancer on all fours being taken by Liebe, the German millionaire was ramming his massive cock on Lancer that seemed completely lost, his eyes staring into the horizon as he kept moaning and shaking his hips to Liebe. Slayer wanted to scream, to help his friend, but he couldn't think straight, his mind was numbed and the war air seemed to invite him to just enjoy the sex. With a measure of horror he noticed that he was connected to Lancer through their hoses, they were sharing their oxygen.

"So good to see you waking up, Slayer!" Liebe spoke excitedly as he thrusted harder and faster. "Ready to see who really is behind all of this?"

Slayer wanted to answer anything, but the gag in his mouth made it impossible to say anything. In front of his eyes he saw Liebe cuming inside his partner, but as he pulled out he noticed that black glossy liquid dripped out of Liebe's cock. Lancer shuddered in pleasure, cumming impotently on the floor as the black liquid spread over his body, covering every inch of his body with glossy black rubber.

As a final act of indignity Liebe took off the gas mask to reveal a completely broken Lancer, his mind shattered and his eyes empty. He replaced the mask for a new one, this one sculpted like the muzzle of a cat, with two hoses connecting to a filtration unit that connected to his back. Just as the transformation had finished the other masked soldiers begun to take him in front of Slayer, playing with his glossy body and offering their cocks, that he eagerly accepted.

"Brilliant, don't you think?" Liebe spoke with a lewd smile as he come close to me, his still hard cock dangling just a few centimeters of my face, dripping liquid rubber.

"Please master, take me, fuck me now!" Lance screamed, huskily hungry for sexual release.

"Do not be afraid," Liebe cooed. He gently rubbed Slayer butt with his gloved hands, the sensation of the rubber against his skin made Slayer moan accidentally. "I will not hurt you."

Shivering at the touch, Slayer felt something creeping up his spine. It felt like an electric shock shot through his body as Liebe's eyes looked into his trough the mask.

"Your friend will be useful for little more than as a breeding stock, but you would be the perfect Guardian." Liebe's hands wandered, feeling Slayer's physique. His touch felt electrifying, seemingly knowing where to touch, rub and even gently poke to elicit a response from him. Before long, Liebe was genuinely groping him.

Liebe slowly pulled the tube in Slayer's mouth, puling it out inch by inch and then showing it to Slayer.

"Truly amazing." The millionaire said and kissed Slayer through the hole, Liebe's tongue seemed to increase in size and had the smoothness of rubber as it penetrated and fucked Slayer's throat.

Liebe pinched Slayer's nipples, small needles in Liebe's nails begun pumping him full of what was the hive-mind's equivalent of royal jelly. Slayer felt the pleasure filling his body even though he knew he shouldn't allow himself. He felt his body changing even as Liebe kept fucking his mouth with his long and rubbery tongue, he could feel it deep into his throat and bulging his throat with each thrust.

Slayer let out a small moan as he felt his virgin flesh get teased by a black rubber-clad cock behind him. Never in his life had he thought about doing anything like this before, he had had multiple experiences, but only with females! But as the liquid rubber continued to coat his insides and began to invade his skull the more he found himself looking forward to it. He bit his lip as he felt the head of that thick cock tease him, part of him wishing that the other male would give him first taste of male flesh inside him.

Lancer grabbed Slayer by his hips, his touch spreading more of the liquid glossy rubber over his body, and pushed as deeply as he could on his first thrust. Slayer nearly screamed as that thick length spread his cheeks. Even with his altered physiology he could feel his virgin insides be stretched out. As the huge rubbery phallus was dragged back out he felt something that made his own cock jump; the presence of small barbs that bit slightly into his flesh and caused him to yelp in pleasure.

After only a few seconds Lancer began to thrust once more, rolling his hips back and forth. Gently at first, Slayer began to yip as he was pushed against Liebe, the german's body now was completely covered in glossy black rubber, his face occluded by a heavy gas masks. Slayer's cock was shining with black rubber and beginning to drool the last of his human pre before it began to take on an unnatural shine. At the base of his new member the latex flesh began to swell, becoming a knot that seemed to grow bigger the more he succumbed to his new hive mentality.

"Oh god yes!" Slayer shouted, his mind swimming in bliss as he began to push back into Lancer's groin as a now eager participant. "Fill me with your seed!"

Slayer's cock was throbbing madly as he felt his companion thrusting deep inside him with total abandonment. His humanity merely a whisper on the edge of his mind.

"Your body betrays you, Slayer, even if you manage to escape now, you will never be able to be back to your old life!" The little that remained of what had been the best agent of the United States struggled impotently as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure shattered what remained of his past identity.

Slayer pushed back against him, feeling his cock go so deep it almost hurt. He felt full and swollen, as excited as he had ever been. Being under him stripped him of all control, and he allowed himself to fully enjoy the fullness and how he could feel every inch of him inside. He leaned forward, letting him slide out a bit, then back, pressing his butt against his groin. The orgasm came to him like an explosion of pleasure, so powerful and primal that for a moment he felt that he would pass out at first, but then the warm and moist sensation of Liebe's mouth swallowing his cock jumped him back to reality, the german worked eagerly around his shaft, savoring each drop of his cum.

It was only them that what little remained of Slayer finally understood that there was no true leader amidst these creatures of rubber, they were a perfect hive mind that couldn't simply be stopped.

Aftershocks of his orgasm still rippled through him as Lancer came inside him with a final grunt, he hilted himself inside of Slayer. Lancer cock pulsed, bulging with hot seed--and he came. His member lurched and shuddered for a moment before erupting with a tidal wave of hot seed. Thick, white ropes of cum splattered against Slayer's insides, gooey spurts of cum filling him as his hips jerked against him again and again.

Slayer collapsed on the floor, the last stages of the transformation covering his body completely as he surrendered to the Hive Mind. He glimpsed in the future, saw a wonderful rebirth that waited for them and knew the role he would play in this plan.

Heat swept through his senses.Exhilaration surged through him as his body twisted and turned, he felt the rubber digging deep in his flesh and reaching for his bones. What little remained of his conscious mind was sure that it should be excruciating, but there was only a soft and pleasurably tingle as his muscles grew and expanded. He felt waves of fiery pleasure as his breasts developed in quick pulses, growing farther and farther, dripping liquid rubber from the tips with his every move. His mask changed into the shape of a jackal muzzle, golden details appearing amidst the black rubber.

He took Lance with one big paw and forced his eager mouth against his nipple while Liebe eagerly begun sicking the other one.

The big rubber jackal that once had been Slayer smiled content with his little drones.

It was time to pay the president a visit.