Standardized security

Story written by Rubbutts

“Mmmrgh…mmmhhnnhhhghhh…”

Shuumi slowly faded back into the conscious world and groggily shifted about. Or, at least, tried to. A distinct feeling of immobility was followed by an intense lack of gravity, the sensation of being suspended giving her a sudden wave of vertigo. It felt like some kind of mask was sealed tightly to her face and, she quickly realized, the rest of her didn’t fare much better on top of being bare naked.

Cool blue eyes fought to open, the bulky orc woman still lost in the hazy state of wak-ing. She managed to force herself to see, but even blinking took effort and everything was cast in a strange, gently blurry focus. The only thing she could see was what ap-peared to be another body floating in front of her, obviously female and posed ridicu-lously. Limbs spread out, arms and legs pointed straight up and down, like a machine-chosen display to ensure every inch could be shown off. It took her a few moments to realize, with growing concern, that her own body was posed exactly the same.

Another second told her that she was moving. The dull, muffled whirr of machinery above her rumbled, and she could look up just high enough to see some kind of mov-ing track. Shifting her gaze again with her head stuck in place, she saw the body in front of her pass through some sort of perfectly rectangular opening, which finally made her notice the metallic frame around the body.

The filmy vision. Being practically frozen in place in some stupid pose…it finally clicked. She was stuck in some sort of vacsealed prison. Fresh strength surged into her with this realization, her powerful, heavy body flexing and just barely managing to shift itself before being forcefully snapped back into its preset pose.

The pressure on her was immense and uncomfortable, the rest of her grogginess ig-nored with the prospect of capture, peril, and worse. She started to really fight at her still moving bed, the clamp rocking a little and the bed stretching, but still holding.

“Grrrgghh…hnnnghhhrrgghhh!!”

Her bed soon passed through the opening to another room, and while she still couldn’t see much beyond the girl in front of her, she too started to fight harder. Another set of muffled yells over her own, but these ones were more shrill, sharp, and panicked.

“NNNNHHHHNNNH! NNNNHHHH!!!”

The curvy form in front of her started rocking, and it only spurred on her own violent struggles. Thick arms flexed, thighs tensed, the raw power in the orc’s body shown off on top of her growing concern over whatever was up ahead. The clamp holding her bed started to creak as it was forced from side to side, but it held strong even as the line suddenly stopped and the girl in front of her disappeared into some sort of ma-chine. Thick and clearly made to fit the beds, it had some kind of pumps attached to the sides which quickly got to work filling the interior with some sort of solid black and steaming goo.

“NNNNNNHHHHH!!! HHHHHMMMLLLPP!! NNN–GKRGKLLL–...”

It was muffled further by the machine, but the sound of blind terror being brutally cut off gave Shuumi that final surge of energy she needed. She worked with the swing of her efforts, putting all of her power into the apex of a left side pull to violently slam herself to the other side…

And simply bounce against the opposite end, killing most of her momentum and briefly stunning her. To her horror, the maglock had held, steadily taking her down to a gentle wobble instead of the wild swing she’d worked up. The foreboding CLICK of the ma-chine reopening with a new wave of steam pouring out had adrenaline spiking in her veins, any clever plan tossed to the side in favor of blind, orcish rage.

“HHHRRNNGHHH! HHHMMMRRRNNGGHH!! GRRGGGHH!”

Shuumi stretched and flexed at her unforgiving plasticky prison, her arms and legs pushing outward a few inches at a time before being brutally snapped back into place again and again. The bed shook and creaked at the orc’s violent assault, but held steady while the line picked back up again, sliding her forward to her end.

Her approaching doom only made her fight harder, her heavily muscled, curvy form displayed wonderfully while it worked. She made it a little farther each time, but her progress was in milimeters, flexing outward, stretching, but never quite breaching the seal of the impossibly tight bed.

The shiny prison being locked into place gave her a little extra leverage to push even farther, but the heavy stasis machine was closing around her. Her eyes widened and a little flash of terror flitted across her face, gaze going rapidly from one half to the other inexorably sealing her in. She could still barely see the last victim going through the exit of the room, solid black, still, silent.

“NNNNHHHHH!!!”

Click.

A resounding noise plunged her into immobile darkness, the walls of the stasis coater giving her almost no room to move. She flexed out hard enough to smack against the walls a couple of times before she heard something engage and begin to pump. There was a sharp noise of valves unsealing before she was suddenly being bathed in ob-scenely hot goo, her world very quickly becoming a painful hell of heavy ooze smother-ing over her buffthick form and sapping any strength she had left.

“HMMMRGHNNNHH! HHRRLLLMMM!! NNNHHH–GKRLCKKK–”

The horrific heat of the ooze began to push inward, fusing with the bed and melding to the occupant beneath. It forced itself into every hole at once, searing her insides as it filled her and shellacked her over outside. It was impossible to breathe, to move, to even think, only managing an errant thought as it smoothed her face into what she felt as some sort of calm, blank expression.

It was the last thing she could muster as the void took her. Blissful nothingness was the last layer of dark washing over her helpless body, going calm and still as the stasis ooze cooled and hardened around her. A few moments passed as ready checks and vitals were confirmed, and then a laser neatly stenciled a barcode onto her smooth, obsidian-sheened forehead. Some identifying information sizzled itself onto a corner with a logo onto the opposite, and Shuumi’s processing was complete.

Click.

Steam billowed outward and the machine’s halves parted. The orc’s blank face was revealed, her body made just as solid, glossy, and space-black as the others before her. She didn’t make a sound or even twitch in the slightest, the rock hard coating keeping her in perfect hibernation until she was ready to be used as material for what-ever the infernal factory required.

There was no protest as her body was slid away to storage, another terrified girl quick-ly brought forward to suffer the same horrible fate. Her frozen form joined dozens of others for a time, the eerie silence of so many bodies only broken by the gentle hum of power through the walls. Being forced into stasis was the only mercy granted to the shellacked orc, and eventually she was picked out and assigned as material. With her bed brought to a staging area, a big security drone just a bit smaller than her ap-proached.

The thing constructed a strange glowing circle in its gauntleted palm and reached up to place it firmly upon the still sleeping orc’s forehead. After interfacing with the bed, it lit up with a cold blue glow and Shuumi’s face began to disappear. Ears hidden away, features smoothed over, her head was rendered a slick, ovoid dome before her prison shifted.

Like moving through water, her body began to move free of the bed. It stepped heavily to the floor with the same cold, measured cadence of the drone in front of it, snapping rigidly to attention with machine precision for review. The enslaved orc gave a sharp salute as the security drone gave her a quick once over, then stomped away without a word. Hand falling, her powerful form began to march away as well in a different direc-tion.

She eventually came across a large, open room with a bizarre apparatus set in the middle, a console display overlooking it. The apparatus was made of a number of things, a metallic pad flanked by two large poles on either side with a pair of manipula-tor arms to the front and back. The one behind was larger and more sinister looking, but the one in front was tipped in something unmistakably phallic.

The droned orc marched to the center of the room, her glossy, ‘naked’ form never hitching a step. Shuumi’s monstrously tight coating even stopped her generously curvy body from jiggling as she stopped, turned, and snapped stiffly to attention. Still as stone and totally rigid, she waited for the console to boot up and begin its cruel task.

A ring at the orc’s feet climbed upward until it hit the very top of the poles, then a bright cyan light sizzled into life around its inner edge. It began a slower climb downward now and, upon reaching the crown of the orc’s head, began to remove her immaculately shiny shellac. Her hair didn’t spill out, though, every individual strand being obliterated along with the coating’s removal. Dull, listless gaze began to peek out, light blue eyes half-lidded and still totally unresponsive.

In the meantime, the manipulator arm behind her came to life. It pushed its tip right against the base of her neck, reaching to the spine and making a connection with a violent jolt shivering across the orc’s body. It made a soft little whirr, clicked, and pulled away just as the ring slid down to Shuumi’s collarbone, her blank expression on full display with a smooth, freshly depilated head to go with it.

The rest of her body didn’t take much longer, solid black steadily replaced by soft, light green skin once more. There was the slightest sheen of sweat across her powerful body, her heavy breasts gently heaving with slow, unconscious breaths. A little more life was given back that the coating had ruthlessly smothered away, but besides that, she was still completely still.

Tickling down to her feet, the ring returned to its original position with Shuumi com-pletely exposed again. Its sharp glow didn’t dissipate, however, and the unseen con-sole pinged as it updated its status.

NEURO-LINK IMPLANTED IN PRE-DRONE
NO ORDER-DATA FOUND!
…
ADMINISTRATOR OVERRIDE
ERROR CLEARED, IRREGULARITY LOGGED.
PROCEEDING WITH PROGRAM.

Shuumi’s eyes fluttered open, the orc gasping as her eyes adjusted to this strange new place she found herself in. She shifted and raised her hand…except she didn’t. It didn’t respond. Nothing seemed to. A momentary flash of panic tingled across her scalp as she craned her head down, finding everything intact and standing straight as an arrow. But she couldn’t move. It was like everything below her neck wasn’t hers an-ymore, the bizarre sensation making her feel as if it were a dream.

But it wasn’t. She darted her head around, taking in everything, then finally mustered the strength to speak at no one in particular right as the manipulator in front of her be-gan to move.

“Come out! Show yoursel–hnnngh…!?”

The manipulator’s phallic tip aimed and pushed itself inside her, the orc’s face screw-ing up in sudden discomfort. Her teeth clenched and it went deep, pushing its payload all the way to the base and stretching her out with its size. Then, to her great and fur-ther discomfort, it began to inflate, locking itself inside with a seal-plug before the arm finally pulled away and came to rest again.

The sense of violation was intense, but Shuumi quickly fought it down and composed herself even with a new, heavy plug buried deep inside. A new sensation made itself known, though, as the ring began to climb upwards again. Already large, she felt her-self growing even taller along with a warm buzz that faded into feeling just a little heav-ier. Craning her neck down, she couldn’t quite see anything past her massive bust, but the ring was printing a pair of tall, metallic boots pointed just as ridiculously as the drone’s that had beaten her.

Shuumi breathed out and gritted her teeth, trying with all her might to even twitch a finger, but there was simply nothing. She couldn’t even manage the simplest of vibra-tions, her statuesque form made as literal as possible and now with a new layer of hex-textured rubber being printed on top. Taut, emerald skin was replaced inch by inch, the suit conforming uncomfortably tight to her body as if it weren’t actually made for her. It kept going regardless, already halfway up her heavily muscular thighs.

“Ghhgg…damnit! Let me fight! Cowards!”

Her anger flared as her crotch was sealed over, the orc’s shelf of an ass rendered in hexagonal perfection right along with it. Her hands began to suffer the same fate as well, the wave now high enough for Shuumi to notice a very familiar pair of gauntlets being printed on with mechanical precision. Things began to click once she saw more of the process, her monstrously wide hips and powerful abs closed over with their new, advanced prison.

“Wh-...what are you doing to me!?”

She began to violently jerk her head from side to side, eyebrows crunched and teeth clenched with helpless anger. When the nanostructing wave began to tickle at the un-dersides of her breasts, though, a new peril very literally forced itself into her mind. It was like a formless pressure building up at the edges of her brain, a dull, foreboding ‘white noise’ drifting out in front of it. Wherever it touched, things were just…forgotten. That little tryst at a station’s bar, a hard-fought struggle in some hellhole battlefield, names of old acquaintances…

“No! Damnit! Get out of my..ghhh…head!”

NANO-SUIT PRINTING 65% COMPLETE.
CONNECTING PRE-DRONE NERVOUS SYSTEM TO NANO-SUIT: 50%.
BRAINWIPE COMMENCING.

The ring climbed up to tightly wrap her more than head-sized tits in the same sleekly textured suit as the rest of her, her well-defined back following suit along with the rest of her stiff, pointed arms. She kept jerking her head around, twisting, growling, doing everything in her power to stop this horrific process, but it was becoming harder to re-member anything. Her struggles became a little slower, her head feeling heavier and yet…emptier. A strong sense of vertigo swam over her when the ring crested past her collarbone and reached the bottom of her neck, the neurolink smoothly integrated with the suit itself.

“Whhhuhh…sssthhoop it…you…bas…tards…”

NANO-SUIT PRINTING 85% COMPLETE.
CONNECTING PRE-DRONE NERVOUS SYSTEM TO NANO-SUIT: 75%.
BRAINWIPE AT 45% COMPLETION.
EXCESSIVE PROPORTIONS DETECTED. STANDARDIZING PROCEDURE INITIAT-ED.

CRRRKKKKKLLLL

“GHHGGKKK!!??”

Even in her flagging mind, a sudden sense of overwhelming pressure assaulted the orc. Her eyes bulged wide, mouth locked open in a silent scream. The nanites in and around her body activated all at once, a violently painful reformatting of her very body underway without care for her well-being. Shuumi gagged at the sensation, like a bodytight hydraulic press that was, somehow, still survivable. Her massive assets shrank downward, her heavy, curve-lined form squashed down inch by horrible inch into a new and familiar standard. Rivulets of steam sizzled upward from her body, the cruel nanites working overtime to make her extraordinary body the same standardized, but still very powerful catlike musculature of the other security drones.

“AAA…AAGH…GHHHKKK…HNNGHHLKK…”

Her face was frozen in a horrible rictus of impossible discomfort, bits of foam bubbling at the edges of her mouth held as wide as it could possibly go. The orc’s bloodshot eyes couldn’t bulge harder if they tried, the invisible hand squeezing her body into a form not meant for it causing her face to darken a little from the sheer shift in blood pressure. It was being standardized regardless of her obscene discomfort though, her massive assets made only slightly smaller compared to the cruel sleekening of the rest of her form.

Now she fit the standard, the last drizzles of steam evaporating away as the ring be-gan to climb once more. It began to build the helmet around her head, steadily hiding away a horrifically pained expression that was only getting worse. The brainwipe hadn’t stopped its vile work either, the poor orc simply distracted by her body being brutalized into its new shape. Her beautiful blue eyes were nearly totally rolled upward, all white and stark redness pulsing at the edges.

“Hhghhhngh….nnnhh…ssstthhhh….”

She was insensate at this point, the helmet creeping over her nose and ears to neatly smother them away in their new and very permanent home. Whatever was left of Shu-umi had no choice but to accept her fate, the very act of struggling in any way lost in the violent wash of overpowering white noise and the unstoppable pressure in her brain. It gathered up whatever was left as the helmet crested over the crown of her head, sealing her in and totally smothering over any sign that there was a poor, tor-tured orc woman inside.

She managed one last little twitch of her head before the mindwipe completed, every last thought obliterated in an instant. The new sec-drone’s body slumped over at the waist like a doll with its strings cut, the console in front of it quickly uploading new rou-tines, orders, and commands into its reformatted, cyberized ‘mind’.

After a few long seconds of silence and stillness, the drone righted itself again with no hitches, no twitches, or anything at all to show that at one point it was a living being. It widened its stance slightly, clenched its fists as a startup test, and silently received its first orders.

The new, neatly standardized security drone stomped off without ceremony, the clicks of its tall, metallic heels steadily fading into the distance. Its conversion station pow-ered down, the ring sliding back to the bottom and its conversion edge flickering off. The console made one final note before shutting down as well, a cruel endpoint to Shuumi’s existence.
CONVERSION PROCESS COMPLETE.
BRAIN-SCAN DELETED.
POWERING DOWN…