Up-Grades II — Reconnaissance
by Writer345
Chapter Five — Alwena
Day six (cont)...
A couple of hours later, the newly reinstated Staff-Sergeant Mil Perkins found herself with nothing to do. The adrenaline of the day’s revelations had worn off, leaving her feeling both drained and restless. The others were busy with their own preparations, and she needed some space to think so she slipped out of the safe-house and into the quiet streets of Corris Uchaf. The fresh air was a change from the masculine sweaty smell that permeated most things military, the house included. Once outside, she took a deep breath filling her lungs with the sweet Welsh country air. It was afternoon and the shadows were lengthening, the sun casting a warm glow over the stone-built cottages and the overgrown hillsides that hemmed the village in.
The place was eerily calm with the kind of peace that comes before a storm: she had been in enough combat zones to recognise it. But here, in the heart of rural North Wales, it was a stark contrast to the chaos of her thoughts. Corris Uchaf was even smaller than the village of Corris just down the valley which she had she visited several times for its pub. Corris Uchaf, or Upper Corris to the English was a place so small it didn’t even boast a pub of its own. The only sign of life was the occasional flutter of a curtain as an unseen resident spied her ing by.
The small roadside cafe was a beacon of calm in the stormy afternoon light. The sign by the door was hand-painted, the letters a little faded, but it promised ‘Home Cooked Meals’ in a cheerful scrawl. She stepped inside, the bell above the door jangling a welcome. The interior was cramped and homely, the walls adorned with knick-knacks that looked like they had been there since the dawn of time. The smell of home-baked cakes wafted from the kitchen, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming hunger.
The owner looked up as she entered, a plump woman with a kind face and a hint of a Welsh accent. “Afternoon, love.” She said, wiping her hands on her apron. “What can I get for you?”
Mil glanced at what was on display and asked for a tea and a tuna fish roll before pointing at the plate of small, flattish cakes. “And a couple of those, please.” She said, her eyes lingering on the warm, sugary goodness.
“Ah, the Welsh cakes!” The cheery lady said with a smile. “Take a seat, love, and someone’ll bring everything to you in a minute.”
Mil found a seat that allowed her a good view out of the window and settled down to wait. She watched as the brittle light played across the overgrown hills, the shadows lengthening and deepening, another day in this small village was drifting to a close. There wasn’t a lot of traffic on the highway outside even though it was a main road. As she watched, all she saw were a couple of small cars, a delivery van, and a forty-foot articulated lorry labelled as belonging to International Electromatics.
Now there’s a surprise. She thought with a wry smile. It’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a beast hiding in plain sight.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the growing snarl of powerful engines. Two military vehicles, both armoured, came into view, moving along the road. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized them as an Ares APC and a Warthog, the latter with its articulated trailer and both running on their tracks, which was unusual. They were headed towards the safe house, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that their coming didn’t herald good news. The village was so quiet that the noise seemed almost intrusive, a reminder of the chaos that lay just beyond the horizon. She glanced at the houses opposite and saw the curtains twitch. No doubt these will give them something to gossip about for weeks! She thought wryly.
A soft cough interrupted her whirring thoughts. She looked around and her eyes fell on a pair of large silver breasts. For a moment, Mil’s mind went blank. Then she realized she had been staring at a statuesque Synthetic, its chrome body gleaming under the soft light of the cafe. The sight jolting her back to the reality of the world outside the cosy confines of the café. She took a deep breath and turned her gaze away, focusing instead on the plate and steaming mug of tea that the creature held before her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Perkins, I trust that all is too your liking.” The drone said as she placed the mug and plate on the table in front of Mil.
Mil nodded curtly, taking in the robotic features of the Synthetic’s face. It was one of the silver ones like she had encountered before, but something was different about this one. Its eyes were brown, welcoming and looked very human despite the visor that was down over them.
“Everything looks fine,” she replied, her voice steady despite the sudden jolt to her nerves.
Suddenly it hit her. “How do you know me?” Mil’ asked, her voice sharp, cutting through the quiet chatter of the café. The Synthetic paused, the smile on its face constant as it processed her question.
“I have been programmed to recognize all customers, Miss Perkins.” It replied, its tone unchanged. “To ensure the highest quality of service.”
“But I have only been in here once before!” Mil insisted, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And there were no... robots working here then.”
The Synthetic tilted its head to the side, its human-like features moving in a way that was almost lifelike. “My apologies for any confusion.” It said, its voice soothing and calm as it added. “I am not a robot. I am a drone.”
“What’s the difference?” Mil asked, her curiosity piqued despite the tension in her stomach.
“A robot is a machine, it is merely a tool built to follow instructions.” The drone said. “But I, and the others of my kind, are something more. We are up-graded humans, blending the adaptability and strengths of organic life with the precision of electronics and bio-technology.”
Mil froze, her tuna fish roll half way to her mouth, staring at the Synthetic. “You... you are a person...? A woman?” She asked, her voice shaking with disbelief.
The Synthetic nodded. “I was once,” she said, adding “but now I am something greater. I am a drone, a part of the Hive.”
Mil’s hand trembled slightly as she placed the roll back on the plate. The creature noticed and reached out to lay a comforting hand on her arm. “Fear not, Miss Perkins,” she said, her grip firm yet gentle, “my transformation was my choice, and it has brought me genuine purpose and clarity.”
Mil couldn’t take her eyes off the Synthetic’s flawless skin, the way it shimmered in the light like polished chrome. “What... what happened to you?” She
asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Synthetic’s smile grew, a human gesture that seemed out of place on its metallic visage. “I made a choice, Miss Perkins.” She said, her voice now soft and emotionless. “I chose to serve the greater good, to become part of something that transcends the limitations of flesh and bone. I serve the whole of society.”
Mil couldn’t tear her eyes away from the gleaming silver body, the large breasts, the perfection of it all, the absence of any flaws. It was both fascinating and eerie. “What’s your name?” She asked, her voice hoarse.
The Synthetic’s eyes lit up with a warm glow. “My designator is TW-07.” She replied, the smile never leaving her lips as she slipped into the seat opposite Amelia.
Mil realised that she was staring at the woman’s large breasts that bobbed up and down when their owner moved. Mil liked large breasts but had never been tempted to acquire a pair of her own. She tore her eyes away, feeling a sudden self-consciousness. “Tango Whisky zero seven? What sort of name is that?”
The Synthetic’s smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. “It’s not a name,” she said, “it is a designator. After all, you soldiers have numbers too, do you not?”
Mil blinked, taken aback by the sudden turn of conversation. She nodded, still trying to wrap her head around what she was seeing. “So we do.” She murmured, taking a sip of her tea to avoid staring at the Synthetic’s chest.. The warmth of the liquid did little to dispel the longing that had settled over her. She felt her cock twitch inside her panties... She wanted TW-07...
Her mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of what she had just heard. It was one thing to know the Hive assimilated humans, but to be sitting opposite a person who had chosen such a fate was another matter entirely. She had been told that the unit she now belonged to was the First Special Reconnaissance Unit, so maybe it was time she put her skills to the test, and reconnoitre TW-07... or at least certain parts of her anatomy, assuming of course she still had them!
She finished her tuna fish roll and, with a smile, offered the drone one of her Welsh cakes.
The woman took the proffered cake with a grace that belied her metallic-looking form, delicately taking a bite. Mil watched, fascinated, as it chewed and swallowed. The cake seemed to vanish without leaving a trace, the action purely for show. “Do you miss... being human?” She ventured.
The Drone gave her a little smile. “But I am human,” she said quietly, “why do you believe otherwise?”
Mil took a moment to gather her thoughts. “You’re not... flesh and blood.” She replied, her voice filled with doubt.
“Oh, but I am, cut me and I would bleed. You make it sound as if my becoming a drone has removed something from me... Made me inferior... Made me less than human.” The gentle brown eyes seemed to take on an intensity that hadn’t been there before. “I am quite the opposite in fact.. I am more than ever I was before. I am an enhanced human being, in fact, I am the future, Miss Perkins, I am your future.”
Mil felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her hand hovered over her tea, but she didn’t pick it up. Those eyes behind the visor... they were so warm, so inviting. They seemed to see right into her soul, stripping away all her fears and insecurities. The drone’s voice was like a warm blanket on a cold night, wrapping around her, comforting her. The scent that she had first identified as a faint musk grew stronger, filling her nose with a scent that was both comforting and arousing.
Her mind reeled with confusion. How can this... this thing be so... so... human? And why am I feeling like this?
The tent in her panties grew with every ing thought, straining against the fabric. She couldn’t help but shift in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position and hide her embarrassment. The drone’s gaze never wavered, those brown eyes seeming to pierce through her clothes to the very core of her being.
“You seem troubled.” TW-07 said, her voice a sensual purr that sent waves of pleasure through Mil’s body. “Is there something you wish to discuss?”
Mil swallowed hard, her throat dry. “How... how do you... feel about being a drone?” She stumbled over the words, the question seeming so absurd.
The Synthetic took another bite of her cake, chewing thoughtfully. “Feeling is a complex construct,” she said, her voice still that soothing whisper, “but I assure you, I feel quite content in my current form. the Hive has eliminated all my anguish and suffering. All I know is love, purpose and fulfilment.”
The scent seemed to grow stronger, a musky and spicy aroma that made Mil’s head spin. It was like nothing she had ever encountered before, and she couldn’t help but lean closer to the drone, her hand reaching out to touch the smooth silver cheek. It was cool to the touch, yet somehow inviting. Vaguely the word pheromones flitted through her mind but didn’t .
The drone leaned in, its eyes never leaving Mil’s. “And what of you, Miss Perkins?” It asked, its voice husky and beguiling. “Do you not wish to be free of the constraints of your flesh? To serve a greater purpose? Do you wish to know real happiness?”
Mil felt her resolve slipping away, the tent in her panties now a full-blown erection. “What... what would that entail?” She managed to croak out.
The Synthetic leaned back, the smile on her face widening. “You would become one with us,” it said. “You would become a part of something much larger than yourself.”
The words sent a shiver down Mil’s spine, a mix of fear and excitement. The thought of losing herself in that way was terrifying, and yet... the idea of leaving behind the pain and suffering of her past was incredibly tempting. She rallied however. “I am already.”
“The Army?” The drone asked and nodded. “That is the sort of belonging to which I refer, but we are offering something greater... something more profound.”
“This Hive that you spoke about?” Mil managed to ask, her thoughts becoming subsumed in the creatures seductive voice.
The drone reached across the table, its hand covering hers. “You need not decide now,” it said, its voice a gentle caress. “But think on it. The offer will always be open to you.”
“But I thought that I belonged to a... a group that you didn’t recruit.” Mil asked quietly.
TW-07 smiled a kindly smile. “The Hive believes in individuals not in groups, Miss Perkins.”
Mil nodded, her heart racing. As the Synthetic released her hand, she felt a sudden jolt of reality. The world came back into focus, the café noisier, the light harsher. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fog that had settled in her mind. “I... I need to go.” She said, her voice shaking.
The drone nodded, its smile never wavering. “As you wish,” it said, “but , the Hive is here for you. Whenever you are ready, we will be waiting.”
As she rose out of her seat so did TW-07 who closed the gap between them. Suddenly the drone was in her arms and the two of them were kissing Mil felt a hand slide down her body and gently rub her cock through the stiff denim of her jeans.
The kiss ended and the drone made small mewling sounds reminiscent of a kitten... Her rich, heady scent seemed to be everywhere.
Mil’s eyes snapped open, and she stumbled backward, almost tripping over her chair as the bell over the café’s door rang. She blinked, her vision swimming as she tried to make sense of what just happened. The room spun around her, the smell of baking and strong tea suddenly nauseating.
“Hiya, love.” A cheerful voice said, and she turned to see Gaynor and her husband, Len, had entered the café. Her heart was racing, her thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. “Nice to see you again.” She added, her eyes sparkling with good humour.
Mil felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she looked down at the hand that had just been caressing her cock. She looked back at TW-07, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. The drone’s smile remained constant, as if it hadn’t just been whispering to her and making her body respond in ways she thought no longer possible.
The bell tinkled again, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She watched as the world around her snapped back into focus. The warmth of the café, the smell of baking, the murmur of conversation—it was all so... real. And yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped out of a dream. Had the bell tinkled twice, or was she still dreaming?
Gaynor and Len walked over, their faces beaming with smiles. Mil’s mind raced as she tried to piece together what had just happened. Had she been dreaming? Or was it all part of the Hive’s manipulation? She felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her and she had to grip the edge of the table to stay upright.
Mil stumbled back into her chair, her eyes wide and her breath coming in shallow gasps. “W-what?” She managed to get out.
Len chuckled, slipping a ing arm around her shoulders. “You okay, love?” He asked, his concern genuine.
Mil nodded, trying to force a smile. “Yeah... yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice shaky, “just a bit... overwhelmed.”
Gaynor and Len exchanged a knowing look, and she felt a sudden surge of anger. How could they be so casual about this? Did they know what had been said? Did they know what the drone had done to her?
“I see you’ve met our Alwena,” Len said, gesturing towards the Drone.
Mil’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the drone, the reality of the situation sinking in. “Alwena?” She asked, her voice a whisper. TW-07? So that’s why the drone’s designation seemed familiar.
Gaynor nodded. “She’s a real gem,” she said, patting the Synthetic’s arm, “best thing that ever happened to this place. And to me, if I’m honest.”
The implication was clear, and Mil felt the blood drain from her face.
Alwena had really been a human being once....
A woman...
Len and Gaynor’s daughter...
And now... now she was this... this thing...
The couple took their seats, effectively trapping her at the table. She looked from one to the other, trying to gauge their reactions, but all she saw was contentment. They were happy, and she was... she was what? Terrified? Confused? Aroused?
“So,” Gaynor said, leaning in conspiratorially. “What brings you back to our neck of the woods?”
Mil took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “I... I just had some time on my hands.” She said, her voice steady despite the tumult inside her. “Thought I’d grab a bite to eat.”
“Everyone’s welcome here in Corris Uchaf,” Len said, taking a sip from the cup of tea that TW-07/Alwena had placed before him. “Especially when they’ve got a story to tell.”
Mil felt the weight of their expectant gazes, and she knew she had to say something. But what should she tell them? That she was here to save women like their daughter, Alwena? That she was part of a secret military unit tasked with observing the Hive?
Instead, she took a bite of her Welsh cake, the sweetness doing nothing to ease the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s... it’s complicated,” she said finally. “But I’ll tell you what I can.”
As they talked about the weather and the latest gossip from the village, Mil felt the weight of her mission pressing down on her shoulders. She needed to get out of there, back to the safe house, to Colonel Carter. But first, she had to play along. She had to pretend that everything was okay, that she hadn’t been about to faint because of the affect that Alwena had on her.
Alwena had ed them by now, sitting between her mom and dad so that she faced Mil across the table. She had pulled her visor down again but the transparent plastic did nothing to hide her gentle doe-like eyes.
So Mil sat and she talked, and she laughed when they laughed, and she pretended.
She listened and took in everything so that she could report it all later. But all the while, in the back of her mind, she knew that she couldn’t trust anyone, especially not herself. Most of what she said was false but she was ‘special-forces’ after all and therefore a trained liar. It was false but I was plausible.
Her head spun... She wanted to trust this homely couple but they worked at the International Electromatics plant up in the old Abercwmeiddaw Slate Quarry. Was the Hive in their heads. too? Controlling them as it controlled their beloved silver daughter?
But the Hive was patient and she wasn’t sure if she could resist should it come after her.
Mil’s heart sank as Alwena took her hand, her touch gentle and comforting. The Synthetic’s smile was so human, so filled with love and joy, that for a moment, she allowed herself to believe that it was all real.
“Mum, Dad, I’ve got something to tell you.” Alwena said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to echo her new form. “Mil is my girlfriend.”
Gaynor and Len exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and something Mil couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Alwena’s told us all about you,” Len said, giving her a wink. “I’m so glad that she’s found someone like you.”
Gaynor chuckled happily. “We’re so happy for you both.”
“You’re just what our daughter needs.” Len declared happily.
The warmth of Alwena’s grip sent a shiver down Mil’s spine, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for the life this Synthetic had left behind. Yet, she had to maintain her cover. She squeezed the drone’s hand back, forcing a smile that felt brittle on her lips. “Thank you,” she said, her voice calm even though her head was spinning...
Suddenly the unthinkable dawned on her... Is this still just my cover?
Suddenly the drone leaned across the table, her heavy breasts brushed the back of Mil’s hand. Gently, soft as thistledown, her lips then brushed Mil’s cheek. The room swam and the musky scent became overpowering. “Alwena...” Mil began but the words wouldn’t come.
Then the drone was suddenly on her feet ad moving around the table. “You’ll have to excuse us... Mam.. Tad...” She said sounding very Welsh. “But I think my girlfriend needs a lie down.”
“...come over faint...” Mil mumbled as she felt strong silver hands helping her to her feet.
Then, with TW-07 ing her, Mil found herself being helped out of the room and through a door marked Preifat which even in her spaced out state, she recognised as the Welsh word for ‘Private’.
Alwena steered her along the ageway and up a staircase that turned back on itself. Weirdly she noticed various details: the dresser with the potted plant... an aspidistra, not a common sight these days; there on the wall, a flight of three plaster ducks that seemed to guide them up to the first floor; the fact that everything was so spotless...
At the top of the stairs TW-07 guided her past the various closed doors to the one at the end of the hallway. “This is where we drones sleep when we are working here at the cafe,” Her soft, almost seductive voice seemed to wrap itself around Mil like a warm blanket.
“Sleep?” Mil asked as the drone helped her into the room.
“Hmm... Eventually.” The silver creature chuckled: an answer that caused Mil to giggle.
The room wasn’t large and just held a bed, a table and chair, a small chest of draws and a large full-height mirror. The furniture looked old, antique even, except for the bed which was three-quarter width, new and dominated the room. It looked very inviting to Mil who didn’t complain when the drone gently sat her down on it. Then it happened—their mouths melding in a long, drawn out gentle kiss that the soldier felt herself relax completely into.
Alwena tasted clean, fresh and alive with just a hint of womanly sweetness. Her tongue slipped easily slipped into Mi’ls mouth where it met no resistance. Mil had had girlfriends before, but never like this: she had always been the one to make the running... take the lead... but here she was relaxing into another’s arms... It was an altogether new experience—one she felt herself revelling in.
It was a lifetime later before their lips parted and the drone gently lowered the soldier across the bed so that her feet were resting on the bedside rug. Then while Mil lay dreamily staring up at the ceiling Alwena undressed her pausing only to kiss or fondle whatever was revealed. Mil offered no resistance and sighed as each item of clothing was removed starting with her trainers. and then her jeans.
The drone took her time and cherish each area of the woman’s body as it was revealed, her touch and kisses were so gently that they made the woman imagine a whole host of butterflies fluttering around her. The drone was gentle, especially as she freed Mil’s small breasts and took each nipple into her mouth in turn, kissing and suckling on them,
Then finally, after removing the panties and briefly fondling her erect girl-cock, Alwena effortlessly lifted Mil’s legs up onto the bed before lying down behind her like a pair of spoons in the draw...
The woman lost all track of time and reality as the drone’s musky scent seemed to envelop her once more and the gentle silver hands seemed to be everywhere in the exploration of her larger well tanned body. Mil sighed and prayed that today would never end as she lay there completely relaxed, enjoying her silver girlfriend’s loving ministrations.
Presently she heard Alwana purr seductively into her ear. “Are you ready for me, my darling?”
“Oh, yes.” The woman sighed knowing that she was about to be taken for the first time in her life.
She felt movement on the bed behind her as the drone removed her silver panties and readied herself and applied lube as necessary. Then even though Alwena’s plug-in toy wasn’t large Mil still squealed as the drone gently thrust it into her solitary entrance.
“Did it hurt too much... do you want me to stop, my love?” The drone sighed into her ear.
“It was a nice hurt... I need you... please fuck me!” Mil gasped, her body trembling with need.
She sighed as she felt arms slip under and over her and hug her around the waist. Then the large breasts seemed to press against her back as Alwena’s hips thrust forward and the toy moved inside her once more. Then it was out slowly... in quickly... out slowly... in quickly... as the drones powerful hips drove into her with the beautiful rhythm of love.
The pain never went away, not completely but it was soon masked by another sensation, a pleasurable one that overwhelmed the discomfort and caused the woman to gasp and moan in concert with each of the thrusts that were riding her to a loving climax. She felt a hand began to fondle a breast adding to her ecstasy and relaxed even further.
In quickly... out slowly... in quickly... out slowly... as the loving ride went on. Mil lost track of everything except her lover’s presence and the intruder inside her where nothing had ever been before.
In quickly... out slowly... in quickly... out slowly... as the loving ride went on. Suddenly Mil felt her orgasm build and without warning she came harder and more powerfully than ever before. And as she climaxed she felt her cock spasm and pulse its load out onto the bed covers despite not being invited to the party.
Mil relaxed but didn’t pull out and spent, the two of them lay there basking in the after glow of their mutual orgasms. Gently. Still ed together in love, they dozed and Mil dreamed of a lifetime spent in the company of loving silver bodies.
She never saw the second drone enter the room, She did not react as the drone gently examined her and made sure that everything was as it should be, nor did she feel the prick of the needle that was expertly inserted into the neck. She didn’t hear this other drone who spoke quietly into her ear for several minutes, or at least not at any conscious level. If she had then perhaps it would have invoked a feeling of déjà vu?
Instead, Mil dreamed about drones... Beautiful silver drones... Loving drones whose soft silver bodies pressed against hers.
“The Hive is all about love.” The dream drones told her and she knew this to be true for the drones would never lie to her.
“The Hive is good.” They told her and Mil knew that this was true also as how could something devoted to love be anything but good?
“I love you all.” She murmured in her sleep where the ride carried on.