Assimilated: A Cold Dish
#4 of Assimilated
A fellow on fur affinity enjoyed my Assimilated stories so much that he gave me two suggestions on how to extrapolate on them. This spin off story is the result of one of those Idea's. Occurring concurrent to Assimilated one, this explains in greater detail why there are no females seen with in the robotic army. With any luck, I will be commit his other idea to print. Enjoy
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Assimilation: A Cold Dish
While serving my master in the conquest of earth, the two of us had many interesting adventures and encounters. On that stands out in my mind was when my Master and I captured McMurdo Station in Antarctica. At the time, there was a 400 soldier infantry battalion from the US army; specifically the 1st Ranger Battalion. With proper training, these skilled warriors who were there to investigate our activities would make excellent additions to our ranks. Since we had not yet revealed our presence to the general public, this operation was very much cloak and dagger.
We started by far off observations of our targets. Once we had discerned the general patterns of base operations, we sent well disguised troops to conduct close observations. Since I was interested in taking an active role in the coming operation, I asked for and was granted permission to conduct first hand recon of the station. To make my approach easier, I had covered my normally black armor with a snow camouflage that did wonders to break up my outline. What started as simple observe and report missions, soon advanced into light sabotage actions. It was while on one of these that our operation got interesting.
I had just succeeded in rendering a small portion of the ammo that the battalion would use inoperable and was entering an alley way between two warehouses. While this would not leave our prospects completely defenseless, it would cast doubts that would cut down on their combat effectiveness. Anyways, as I was getting ready to return to our hidden base, I heard a what sounded like a fist fight in the distance followed by a cry for help. Wondering what was going on, I walked towards on end of the alley. It was at the point that a female soldier, a corporal to be exact, rounded the corner into the alley way and ran straight into me.
Once the two of us recovered from the initial shock of literally running into each other, she looked up at me, made a plea for help, and very quickly passed out. Given past experiences I had had with similar unexpected meetings, the reaction did not surprise me. After all, its not every day that you encounter a robotic Jaguar. The request for help, however, had caught me completely of guard. In any case, I heard the approaching footsteps of whoever was chasing her. Not wanting to draw any more attention, I quickly vacated the area with the distressed soldier I had just met.
After arriving back at our hidden base I took the female corporal, who was named Rachel Keyes to my quarters. After having several subordinates retrieve a bed, I gave my guest a small dose of temporary nanites. Unlike the nanites used for assimilations, these would simply allow my mind to interface with hers for a brief period of time. I did this to discern the reasons she had been fleeing from who ever had been chasing her. It took several minutes, but soon information was pouring into my mind.
I quickly learned that Corporal Keyes had a less than ideal working relationship with the Lt. Colonel who led the 1st Ranger Battalion. It was no surprise to me that this commanding officer was a chauvinistic asshole who had nothing but contempt for women. Keyes had been transferred to this battalion by virtue of her skillful command of a fire team that was trapped behind enemy lines in the Salang Pass. Against all odds, she led her troops to the safety of a near-by fire base, at one point using a grenade launcher to start an avalanche to cover their escape.
Despite all of this raw talent, Lt. Col. Otis Carver, the leader of her new unit saw her as nothing but a living sex toy. While he gave her a fire team to lead for the sake of pleasing his superiors, when they were out of earshot, he forced her to perform sexual favors. Prior to our meeting, she had fought off his advances, wanted to go anywhere where she would not have to deal with Lt. Col. Carver. In addition, the rest of the battalion did not think very highly of him either. Only two of his staff officers went along with his shenanigans. Needless to say, I saw a potential advantage in this development. Knowing that it would be awhile before my guest woke up, I left instructions for my subordinates not to disturb my quarters and went to report this situation to my Master.
While he was initially fairly annoyed that I had made contact at McMurdo, let alone brought one of its personnel back, I finally managed to convince him that she could be an invaluable addition to our cause. Having received my Masters permission to approach this matter as I saw fit, I returned to my quarters, just as my guest was awakening. As I stood in the doorway, corporal Keyes looked around in a dazed manner, at least until she saw me. After my guest reacted initially with shock, I introduced myself in an effort to defuse the tension between us. With the initial pleasantries completed, I inquired as to why Rachel had asked for my help in our initial encounter. While I could have simply stated what I had gleaned from the nanites, that would have given the impression that I was a stalker. After I had listened attentively to my guests grievances, she asked what would happen now.
I could tell that her thoughts were conflicted. On the one hand, there was the mission that her battalion had been assigned to. Needless to say, the enemy camp is the last place a soldier wants to wake up. That being said, any soldier who dislikes their commanding officer would desire ways to get revenge. Seeing this, I offered a tour of our facility, as a token of good will. With only a brief thought on the matter, my guest accepted. As we wondered the hall ways, a few of my subordinates reacted with surprise that an un-assimilated human would be wondering around the base. I quickly waved them off and they returned to their duties.
The first stop on our tour was a room that held six humans from isolated parts of the world. The group was an even split between male and female. As the two of us looked on, twelve of my subordinates entered the room and carefully examined our catches as they started to awaken. Once satisfied, the robots positioned their captives on all fours. My guest watched in half horror and half fascination, as the captives were gagged and quickly spit roasted on the felines cocks. Seeing this, I gave her my assurances that they were not in pain. Quite the opposite infect. While they were moaning and screaming, these sounds were ones of pleasure rather then pain. After five minutes of forceful but pleasant copulation, the subordinates found their desired release.
As the captives were pulled up to a vertical spread eagle, the necessary connection points sprouted all over their bodies. My guest was now watching with more interested than disgust. With their bodies prepared for armoring, several tentacles quickly attached plates of variously colored armor. The prospective soldiers moaned and panted with pleasure as their bodies were sheathed in a metal of extraterrestrial origin. It also helped that the males where quickly milked of their seed before their bodies were covered. Once their exteriors had been transformed into various species of robotic felines, all of them were connected to programming tentacles. Thankfully, these prospects responded well to programming. As a result, they were simply taught to obey their superiors and how to fight. Within four minutes, the prospects were released and quickly assumed a subservient position before me.
After sending them off to join their comrades in the mundane duties around the base, I resumed showing my guest around. As we walked, my guest asked if I had once been an organic being. Naturally I went into great detail about my past. How I had been found by my master and taken to be the first experimental assimilation of a human being. I happily reminisced about the moment when the tiger I now served had taken my anal ring and filled me with his nanite filled cum. I spoke of how I had responded well to my masters programing and as a result, was elevated to serve as his right hand. When my guest asked if the same would happen to her, I enigmatically replied that such would be revealed at the proper time.
Several hallways later, we arrived at a dark room. Once I commanded the lights to turn on, corporal Keyes reacted with surprise at what the room contained. Suspended from the ceiling in orderly rows and columns, were robots that lacked arms and legs. In addition, their groins were still organic and undeniably female. Like their soldier counter parts, these immobile robots resembled anthropomorphic versions of various felines from earth. Unlike their comrades, however, they were only capable of an occasional pleasured moan.
As my guest looked on, I went about explaining the nature of these felines. While most of our captives could be brought to our side with enough programming, A small number were so recalcitrant that no actions could supplant their free will. Prior to carnally filling them, each capture was scanned to make sure that our programming would work. For those who were unbreakable, we injected them with a special blend of nanites that would convert them so that they could be put to good use. Once they had been carnally filled, the flesh of their limbs was converted into a homogeneous biomass that would be used in changing some organs of their torso. The same would happen to organs that would be unnecessary to their new function. The eyes, ears, nose, and vocal cords were also converted into biomass and sent where it was needed. In addition, if the captive happened to be male, the penis and testicles were also converted and the in their place a feminine slit was formed.
Once the biomass was stored within the torso, it was used to modify the internal organs of the prospect. In both genders, a gland was created that produced nanites. With females, the womb and ovaries were slightly altered so that they could bear young for our cause. In the males, however, the biomass was used to create female primary sexual organs. In either case, the remaining assimilation process was that same as their warrior counterparts. Naturally, the entire process was painless, and quite pleasant, as we did not want to torture those who would eventually see the light. After being encased, the still very biological felines were stored in rooms like this for their purpose. Three times each year, the feline would be inseminated with seed that we had collected from various prospects. The young would gestate for four months and then would be born in a painless process for the breeding torso. A few days later the torso would be ready to inseminate again. When not getting knocked up, or giving birth, they were masturbated to climax every hour on the hour except for the six hours of sleep they were given.
As for the young, they were entrusted to the care of specially modified soldiers, who were given soft, warm, and furry bodies to calm the young. Over the course of a year their bodies quickly reached physical maturity. In addition, as a result of the modifications that had been done to their surrogate mothers, they knew, from birth, all that they would need to know to fight for our cause. All we had to do was instill a loyalty to who ever was their commanding officer, something that was much easier than programming a captured adult. As they grew, the organic parts of their bodies were slowly replaced with mechanical components. Once fully grown, they joined their brethren, fighting for our noble cause in armor that was indistinguishable from that of their assimilated comrades.
After giving my guest some time to take in the sights, I stated the reason I had brought corporal Keyes to our base and not assimilated her as soon as she had awoken. While my master was skeptical, I thought that she could be a great addition to our army. We would help her get revenge on Lt. Col. Carver, and she would help us take McMurdo. Whether she agreed or not, she would be added to our ranks, as we could not let evidence of our presence become known. However, if Keyes consented to joining our cause, I would make sure that not only would her abilities be put to good use serving as a staff officer for myself or my master, I would also see to it that her hated CO would become an incubator. Thinking the matter over for a few seconds, corporal Keyes agreed. As we returned to the room where the six had been assimilated, I ordered my subordinates to bring a bed for the coming pleasures.
Arriving at the room where the earlier assimilation had occurred, I laid down on the bed and stated that since my guest was willingly joining our cause, our sex would be in a position that allowed her near total control. As I exposed the member that my guest would ride, she striped down in a seductive manner. Keyes then straddled my legs and rubbed her pubic mound agains my metallic phallus. While I had a definite preference for males when ever I assimilated another human, I was willing to swing the other way for my guest. The wonderful sensations that came from our contacts also made this an enjoyable activity.
While this was going on, I allowed a slick lubricant to flow from my member. While reaching down to coat my member, Keyes lightly waved my hand away and offered to take care of the matter, stating that it would be a good way for her to show appreciation to a future commanding officer. Not seeing any reason to argue, I rested my hands behind my head as my guest spread the lube over my member. The sensations this brought about were so strong that I had to slightly resist the urge to act in the same way as her previous commanding officer. I had promises to keep and I did not want to betray the trust that corporal Keyes had given me.
Once she had finished covering my phallus in lube, my guest positioned my cock head at the entrance to her vulva. Gently lowering herself, corporal Keyes let out a barely audible moan. Similarly, I felt powerful jolt of pleasure shooting through my synthetic nervous system. Once again I had to fight the urge to grab on to my guests hips and force the pace that my more animalistic desires demanded. After settling balls deep on my phallus, Keyes started riding my member at a gradually increasing pace. As the speed of our mating increased, the sounds that came from both of us slowly increased in volume. I could sense that some of my subordinates were watching our actions, but my guest and I were too engrossed in the joys of sex to care about any potential voyeurs.
Eventually, corporal Keys was riding me at near super human speed. As the stimulation that passed between us reached a critical point, the two of us finally could hold back no longer. With a bestial roar, I filled the womb of my guest with the nannies that would convert her into our perfection. Sensing that I had finally been driven over the edge, Keyes joined me in a fantastic orgasm. Despite the intense programming that demanded that I take control, I managed to climax with out interfering with my guests ride. Once our shared pleasures had subsided, my guest gently rose from my member and rested near where my feet were.
Once I had recovered, I positioned my member near corporal Keyes' mouth and explained that it was necessary for her to ingest some of my nanites orally to speed up to process. Eager to join our cause, my guest opened her mouth and I let loose a gentle stream of synthetic cum that the prospective member of our army quickly swallowed. Once the necessary amount had been administered, I commanded several tentacles to hold my guest. While nervous over this at first, I explained that the limbs would merely hold her up and would release at any sign of distress.
Relieved at another assurance that quickly proved to be true, Keyes simply relaxed in the tentacles embrace as the changes started to over take her. While watching, I could not help but feel a sense of nostalgia, replaying my own assimilation while my guest was covered in armor. As her head was covered, I waved good bye to her human form one last time. After several minutes of stewing with in her fresh metallic shell, the eyes of a standard pelt robotic jaguar opened. As my master had done for me, I brought in a mirror so that my guest could admire her new form. I also removed the speedo like plate on the corporals new form to show the metallic member that many prospective recruits for our army would ride. When I mentioned that this addition would allow her to take sweet revenge on her previous CO, my guest snickered slightly at the kinky thoughts that we shared.
This scheming was interrupted by the intrusion of a pair of programming tentacles. I quickly allayed the corporals fears by stating that the tentacles would only do two things. First, they would instill an obedience to the higher-ups in our army, a process that would not take too long since she had joined us willingly. Secondly, it would impart the knowledge necessary for any commander in our campaign, which would also not take too long since the Corporal was already very knowledgeable of martial matters. Once again set at ease, my guest allowed the tentacles to interface with her freshly converted mind. As I had expected, the whole process took a mere two minutes, less than half the time it had taken me. As the tentacles retracted the eyes of our newest soldier opened. Upon seeing me, my guest quickly bowed in gesture of deference and gratitude.
As I ordered the newest member of our army to rise, my Master entered the room. In a tone that was filled with pride, the robotic tiger stated, "I must admit, I had doubts about this little idea of yours. That being said, once again, your ingenuity has proven itself. As for you Corporal, I think you are over due for a promotion. In your former army, my second in command would be roughly equivalent to a brigadier general. I've decided to place you under his command as a senior staff officer. This new position is roughly equal to that of a colonel. This also means that when you aid us in assimilating your hated Lt. Col. you will out rank him." Overjoyed at this, the new colonel expressed near boundless gratitude to my master and I. We simply look on knowing that we had scored another great victory for our cause.
The next three weeks were a flurry of activity as we apprehended the members of the 1st ranger battalion one by one. Once secured in our secret base near McMurdo, they were introduced to their former comrade who now served our cause. While initially apprehensive about what would happen to them, the careful explanation we offered put them at ease. Of those we captured, nearly all of them opted to go about the assimilation process in the same willing manner that colonel Keyes had. Naturally we were happy to fulfill the wishes of our guests. In taking them, we acted as gentle lovers rather then the sex crazed warriors who the unwilling faced. Like Keyes, their process was a quick and enjoyable one that always went off with out a hitch. Nearly a month after we had started, all that was left of the 1st battalion was two fire teams and the three commanding officers. Similarly, of the 200 civilians that staffed McMurdo, only 28 were left untouched.
With our prey weakened, we used a fierce snow storm to cover our final assault. We started by capturing the civilian workers whose duties forced them to operate on the bases permitter. One by one, we ambushed and quickly subdued our prospects. As we were returning them to our base, the other civilians were growing worried that their co-workers had not responded to routine radio checks. At first, they thought it might be bad transmits, but when all who were working out side failed to respond a single fire team was sent to investigate. We allowed them to discover a few of the scenes where the abductions had taken place for the sake of increasing suspense. Having spent the last month watching their comrades disappear while being unable to do anything about it, the remaining humans were quite paranoid.
As we stalked them from just beyond their visual range, they panned the horizon, frantically looking for us. Finally I decided that we had had enough fun. Taking aim with a stun rifle, I targeted the leader and fired. As he went out like a light, the teams medic scrambled to his side. The other two scanned the horizon trying to find where the shot had come from. I ordered two of my subordinates to take out the standing two at the same time. Following my order to the letter, the targets dropped with in a nano second of each other. Now throughly terrified, the medic shouldered his rifle and stood up. In his frightened state, the soldier was making too many tactical errors to count.
As I approached on the edge of his peripheral vision, he quickly turned towards we and fired off a few three round bursts. Needless to say, they all bounced harmlessly off my armor. This continued, until his rifle tried to fire some of the rounds I had sabotaged. Paralyzed with fear, he dropped his weapon as I stopped just a foot away from him. The two of us stared at each other for several seconds until I gently squeezed a pressure point that caused unconsciousness in humans. Once he had dropped into my arms, I handed him off to one of my subordinates, to be taken to our base.
With the McMurdo now in full panic, we pressed our attack. The remaining 28 humans had barricaded themselves in a warehouse complex on the western side of the base. The complex was so large that the some of the civilians had to assist the remnants of first battalion in patrolling their last bastion. Needless to say, this played well into our hands. Using a variety of diversions, we drew off as many of the humans as we could. Once Isolated into groups of one to three, we quickly attacked and subdued them. Within two hours, only Lt. Col. Carver and his two highest staff officers remained to be captured. The three had barricaded themselves in a radio room and were frantically trying to contact the outside world. Needless to say, this was a worthless endeavor since I had sabotaged the radio equipment in an inconspicuous manner shortly after Col. Keyes had joined us.
With roughly eight subordinates to assist me, including my newest staff officer, we surrounded the room on two sides and used breaching charges for a dynamic entry. Surprised by how quickly we demolished their elaborate barricades, our quarry was unable to mount any meaningful resistance. After three shots that came only from us, our targets dropped like sacks of potatoes. I ordered Keyes to handle Carver personally, an order which she was happy to follow. Quickly vacating the ghostly quite facility, we returned to our base with quarry in tow. The three primary targets, Carver and his two staff officers, were given heavy sedatives and securely bound in one of the most fortified rooms of our base. This was do to make sure that we would have enough time to assimilate the others, since they would play a vital role in avenging Col. Keyes.
Once the 36 secondary targets had awakened, they were subject to the same procedure that their comrades had endured. Like their predecessors, nearly all of them where amenable to our cause. With the exception of three soldiers and two civilians, all were glad to join our plan for revenge. While the remaining four where more recalcitrant then the rest, they still responded well to programming and where sent off to other duties around the base. The rest of us awaited for the three primary targets to awaken from their enforced slumber. We spent the time producing the nanites that would turn the three into incubators. I was not surprised that the majority of the civilians were eager to join our cause. It turns out that the unpleasantness of Otis Carver was not limited to the troops under his command. The female staff of McMurdo had been especially targeted by his uncontrolled lust.
As the three awakened, tightly bound in the unyielding grip of metallic tentacles, Keyes and I entered. At first, our captives managed to keep their fear in check, carver even managed ti taunt us. That quickly changed when keys revealed her identity to him. In under a second, his expression changed from cocky bravado to unrestrained terror. His pitiful begging was quickly silenced when Keyes stated that her revenge would be served at the end of her cold and hard phallus. She also stated that for aiding and abetting the crimes of Carver, his two staff officers would share his fate. As the two of us displayed the instruments that were used to grow our ranks, the tentacles forced Carver into a doggy style position.
Watching in horror, the staff officers nearly fainted as Keyes and I took positions with my newest officer at Carver's ass and my self at his mouth. Wanting his punishment to especially hurt, Keyes quickly rammed her un-lubed phallus into his anus with out any regard for his comfort. As my subordinate bottomed out, her former commander screamed in pure agony. This was quickly cut off as I forced my cock into his mouth, instantly deep throating him. As the two of us quickly started fucking Carver from both ends at animalistic speeds, the staff officers struggled in vain to escape the fate that the would soon share.
The difference between this, and all of the prior assimilations was like night and day. The willing assimilations were expressions of love, camaraderie, and trust. Often, the robots who had been in 1st battalion would seek out those who they had been romantically attracted to. In the same manner as I had with Keyes, they would offer their rod and their lovers would happily ride it knowing that soon they would join their lovers in the perfection that we are. For these three, however, it was a very one-sided deal. We took all the pleasure we could, and they could do nothing by zone out in horror as their bodies betrayed them. While their first screams where ones of pain and terror, they were slowly replaced with sounds of lust and slutty desire.
Keyes and I dragged out our copulating as long as we could, but eventually we could hold back no more. With both of us emitting deafening roars, we filled our captive with the seed that would ensure his punishment to be especially humiliating. After we both had violently pulled out, Carver's head and body slumped into the restraints in exhaustion. To this I ordered Keyes to hold our captives head up so that he could see his future. As she did this, I showed him images of what his life would be like for the next few years, if not decades. The pictures and videos I showed were of our incubators being shamelessly pleasured, inseminated, and bearing new life, over and over again. As the hated CO moaned in despair, I mentioned that the seed which Keyes and I had filled him with was watered down. As a result, he would have to be mated with several of our kind in order to fully transform. At this point, I ordered two of his former troops to enter. Giving them plenty of room, they quickly went to work punishing and assimilating our captive.
These events repeated themselves many times. Two soldiers or civilians entered and took positions. They quickly fucked carver and reached their desired release. Once finished, two more took their place. Once it was all over, the Lt. Col. had been gang raped over 500 times in both his mouth and ass. Now throughly tired and defeated, the body of Carver was moved to a table and secured for the changes that would occur. As he moaned, the other two went through the same process. One by one, the two were gang raped by those who once served under them. With their defiling completed, the three were secured in a clean room for their transformation.
Once transformed into brood mares that were easy to control, the trio was covered in metal armor that covered all except their feminine slits. The shells were transported to the breeding room, and hung up in the nearest open space. A feeding tube was hooked up to approximately where their maws would be. Before hooking up the tube that would remove their wastes, I had a subordinate bring in a dildo that contained fertile seed. From the devices in their shells that monitored their vitals, I knew that the three were all fertile. To prepare the former Lt. Col., I gently teased his clit. In no time at all, I heard simulated moans coming from the breeding shell. Despite his desires not to be degraded like this, his vulva quickly opened and became slick with natural lubricant.
Now ready, I quickly hilted the synthetic member in the rapists crotch. From the speakers on the shell came a scream of unadulterated pleasure. Satisfied, I had Keyes do the honors of performing Carver's first insemination. With a glee that was hard to describe, my staff officer quickly thrusted in and out of the breeding shell. Once the sensors in the shell indicated that the former human was at full receptiveness, Keyes pressed a button on the dildo and it filled Carvers new genitalia with harvested spunk. Once we were sure that seed had reached the womb and fertilized the waiting egg, I hooked up the waste removal tube. In addition to ensuring proper hygiene, the tube also had an electrical contact that was secured around the former human males clitoris. This served to keep our mare from getting bored, by jolting his pleasure center every hour on the hour. Other then that, the captives life was little more then drinking the liquid food, excreting the resultant waste, and begin a secure womb for another addition to our ranks.
Like all of the other breeding shells, Carver was used in this capacity till we had exhausted our reserve of semen. This happened shortly after our conquest of the canine planet near earth. By that point, we had no unassimilated human males left and the reserves of semen we had collected from those males had been exhausted. Once this happened, all the breeding shells had their armor removed and were put through the standard assimilation process. Though we had used them for a shorter period of time then expected, the psychological effects of their treatment were still profound. Having lived only for pleasure and to bear children, they were incapable of offering any resistance to the second assimilation. This was certainly true for Carver who was fully programmed in less then two minutes and found him self under the service of Col. Keyes, who was a strict but fair commander towards him.