Samantha was sat up on a building overlooking the drug den, filing down her nails. It had been a couple of hours and she still had not heard back from Wendy. 'I hope she hasn't fucked up. I might not be human anymore, but even I wouldn't want the woman to be assaulted in there.'

She knew where this stemmed from of course, she remembered almost being assaulted on numerous occasions when she was a junkie. That would always stay with her, regardless of current evolution.

All of a sudden, the backdoor of the den she was watching swung open and voices rang out. She then smiled as the kingpin she was after held Wendy on his shoulders. She had been drugged, but from concentrating her smell, she knew nothing had happened yet, but was bound to happen any moment.

The kingpin had stashed Wendy in his car and began driving off, alone. Samantha then lazily stood up and loosened up her shoulders. "Maximum effort."

...

He looked at the woman he had been doing lines with for the past hour. He couldn't get over her looks. She wasn't from round here he knew this as nothing this pretty would last down here.

The woman was clearly interested in him as well, she had said on multiple occasions they should get out of there and head back to his place and the thought made his pants tight, but he wasn't taking chances on the chance she might change her mind. He was having this woman envelop him if it was the last thing he did!

*THUD*

A loud noise suddenly impacted the top of his car, denting it. "What the-AAahHHHH!"

His scream suddenly halted shortly after his door was pulled off and he was thrown out of the car and into a lampost that had long stopped functioning, bisecting him.

Samantha hastily got behind the wheel of the moving vehicle and began humming casually as she took a turn to start going another direction. After driving for a few minutes, Wendy began to stir.

Her body felt amazing! Her mind felt liberated and she was horny. Incredibly horny. She began to rub herself on instincts alone when a familiar voice spoke out beside her. "You did a good job Wendy, showed me the lengths you are willing to go for me."

Wendy looked over to the blurry and twirling figure of the monster she was working with... It didn't stop how she felt and began softly moaning. Samantha chuckled. "Whatever drugs you were taking in there were most definitely laced with takot. Don't worry though, my poison will be fighting off anything dangerous to your health, you just enjoy the sensations for now... It's only a glimpse of what true pleasure feels like though."

As Samantha drove, listening to the white noise of Wendy's pleasure, she couldn't help thinking about her Apollo. Thanks to her recent connection with the greater hive, she has a collection of so many intimate moments whirling around her head.

And of course, she also had her time with Apollo. The pleasure on his face as she swallowed him, a memory she would cherish for all time. 'I wonder how much Daddy will reward me the next time we meet?' She then gulped as a phantom taste entered her mouth. A hunger enveloped her in that instant, but she shrugged it off hastily. She needed to stay alert until she was fully set up.

...

Arriving at her current base of operations, a large abandoned meat storage facility near the port her submarine was stationed at, Samantha and Wendy exited the car, the latter having rubbed the takot effects off quite literally on the drive back. Samantha's poison did the rest.

As they arrived, a collection of her little gutter rats were waiting for her; each few groups had bodies they had 'acquired' from numerous locations. Samantha unhinged her jaw seeing this. She had mutated her poison gland, with help of the nest pod, to produce at an accelerated pace for her current operation. Even so, it was still a little tiring, she would need another modification soon, once she had enough biomass to spare.

With the presence of Samantha, the bored looking junkies suddenly had life returned to their eyes and began picking up their payment as they were forbidden from going inside when the boss lady wasn't there.

As Samantha was walking past one said body, she noticed a slash across the body's neck and sighed. "Everyone listen up! If you are going to kill for your product, try and keep it clean. The less blood loss, the better. Please and thank you."

The groups then began making their way into the storage facility, some acting like that little comment didn't apply to them. In the centre of the facility was a large round dome that when everyone looked at it, became extremely confused.

Next to the odd dome and attached to it was something that made much more sense. A meat grinder with a conveyor belt. Samantha moved towards the meat grinder and deep within all the goremakers was a small crate she then pulled out. After pulling out the crate, without pressing any buttons, the machine came to life, the sound of machinery bringing life to the abandoned factory.

"Step right up boys and girls for your latest fix! A body for a vial, that's the drill Don't ask why I need bodies and don't ask where I am getting all the vials and we will have no problems!" Samantha said, putting on her excessive showmanship.

One by one, groups and individuals began moving their corpses towards the grinder, ignoring the sickening bloody slop that came out the other end on the conveyor belts. Every time one was placed in, the group or individual would get a vial. Easy peasy.

However, addicts are more often than not, unpredictable. And that unpredictability can come up with some truly... Brave ideas.

"Hand over the vials bitch! Now!" A man walked out of line, pulling a knife from his waistband and threatened Samantha. Wendy instantly reached for her needler, only to remember she had given it to Samantha.

Samantha looked up at the man holding the knife now to her stomach. She said nothing. Those that had seen a certain spectacle the other day took many a step back, but continued to watch out of morbid curiosity.

"I said now-huh!" The man said as the woman walked onto his blade? "Oh no... I have been stabbed... Is this the part where I say ow? Ow." Samantha spoke deadpan. The man blinked in surprise before he, from somewhere, found courage. "Freak!" He yelled and began shanking Samantha over and over and over.

Many were wincing at the wounds Samantha was receiving, but those keen eyed noticed something. 'Where is the blood?' There was a little bit sure, but nowhere near the amount there should be after being stabbed forty seven- forty eight times.

The man's reflexes finally kicked in at stab forty eight and began back peddling, leaving his knife within the woman. "You- What are you?" He asked, his lips quivering. "Something you shouldn't have stabbed bad man. Now I have to use you as an example... Man, Keyla would love it here..." She whispered at the end.

The man attempted to turn and run, but couldn't even process the action fast enough before his throat was clasped. Samantha then hummed a stolen tune, thinking of her friend. "Oh little, hmm hmm had a farm. Hmm Hmm was her name-o"

She dragged the man over towards the grinder and lifted him with zero effort, completely ignoring his wiggles and struggles. Lifting him above her head with two hands, She then positioned the man, legs first towards the grinder.

As the man began screaming for his life upon realising what was happening, Samantha ran into a little conundrum. 'Hmm, Stab, stab doesn't work... And grind, grind sounds too odd... Guess Keyla can keep her little song to herself for now.'

A smile emerged on her lips thinking about her friend. A both poor and brilliant time to do so as the man began wailing as his legs were being turned to mince while he was alive. It made her seem Psychopathic when in reality she was just collecting biomass. She felt no way about it. She was literally farming right now, cultivating her nest pod for the next stages.

By the time the man got to his thighs he had already died from shock, so Samantha stopped supporting the body and allowed gravity and the blades to do its thing. She then turned to the rest of the people present and stated.

"I don't blame him for trying. I'm the new girl on the block. But now you know better don't you? Let his sacrifice be a reminder and continue to do your jobs and you can continue to have your fix. Got it?"

The people on the black reef were nothing if not hardy. Their tough lives meant they had seen dead bodies since they were children. Poking them with sticks was just a pastime. The new boss lady was just flexing her muscles, and the difference was, she clearly had the muscles to prove it. No one would forget the sight of someone shrugging off all those stab wounds anytime soon. And in turn, those rumours would spread... Bringing even more lambs to the slaughter.

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