The Matriarch of Latex smiled as she watched Samus progress through the labyrinth. In the short time of two hours, she had taken out 12 robots and corrupted 20 women into her warriors and breeders. The warriors she had weren't that different from her own. Other than the fact that Samus's warriors emulated their queen with having an arm cannon, and not having their arms permanently locked behind their back, there was little difference between them. Other than the colour of their latex.

According to her scientists, the colour of the latex was something akin to an evolution or the formation of a new hive. When some animals leave their have, they create their own and become the queen of that hive. To represent this, they have a change in their carapace or skin colour and this was more or less the same. But there was a point to take note of.

Because the Matriarch fused with the original latex creature, she was effectively the Empress of any latex creature while creatures like Samus, who had both a strong will and body, would become her Queens. She knew this was a possibility when she was excreting latex jelly, but wasn't sure until now. Samus was evidence for what her scientists were saying about the biology of the corruption.

It made sense in a way. In many factions' direct control over planets was practically impossible. So splitting areas into sectors and single systems was the most practical. But it also meant that she needed to pick her Queens carefully. Samus was an experiment that panned out, but the data showed that she couldn't do that in the future. DNA, personality and strength needed to be assessed before she could put them in the jelly. But one thing was for certain, she needed Queens to expand her latex empire.

That leads to another question, what to do with Samus? If she kept the Queen here, then there would be competition for space, resources and hosts. Even if she was the Empress and all of her subjects would be unquestioningly loyal, that could change if they were forced to fight. She moved to a section of her tablet that showed the immediate sector. That was about 100 inhabited systems in the area that they could take.

But they needed to start slow. They couldn't go in quickly and fast, otherwise, the Federation and other stellar nations would take action. So, they need to be like a scalpel rather than a hammer. As she looked something else caught her eye. A ship, close to the border of a nearby star system but far away for them not to notice the station. It had no registration, but the iconography on it indicated that the ship wasn't legal.

A smile crawled across her face as an idea came to mind.

OOOOO

Makima Akuma slammed her boot against the bars of her cell with more than a little anger. This wasn't the first time she had been captured, but this was the first time she was scared for her life, even if she didn't show it. Her mission was simple. Infiltrate the Hancock crime clan, disrupt their operations and bring them down. Someone, she didn't know who had leaked where her true loyalties lay. That prevented her from doing much damage, but it all fell apart a couple of days ago when the ship departed and she was thrown into a cell.

Her fear was due to what the clan would do to her. While the Hancock clan was known for things like illegal weapons, drugs and material, they were also known for selling slaves. The way they did that was simple and horrifying. They effectively wiped a subject's brain of their memories before implanting those of a slave, modified for the subject's personality, name, age and what the client wanted.

Once that was done, there was no reversing the process. That slave was whatever the client wanted without even knowing about their past, forever. She had seen the process herself. A young woman, a runaway daughter of a CEO, was captured, mind-wiped and turned into little more than a loyal trophy wife bimbo slave. The whole process took less than an hour, but the effects, both physical and mental, were shocking.

While she didn't care about what happened to the prisoners, she needed to get out if she wanted to keep herself herself. Even if it meant sacrificing the prisoners, she would take that to survive. As she kicked the bars again, they electrified and she was shot back in a heap. She groaned as she stood and looked around in annoyance. She knew the bitch was watching, but the message was clear, there was no escape.

But all that meant was that she needed to plan for a way out.

OOOOO

Boa Hancock laughed out loud as she watched the agent slump against a wall in defeat. The Pirate empress had always loved tormenting Federation agents like this until she grew tired and sold them off. This was always something she had done, even when she was a kid. Law and order were just a farse, a way to cover up the baser nature of species. Greed, violence, sex and more. She was just a trader in those things and made a tidy profit of it.

She wondered what to make the poor bitch into. The spy was well known in crime circles as ruthless, both to her targets and any prisoners on the way. If she had to, she would kill any and all hostages to get her mark. In one incident, a city had a virus and she ordered it firebombed to ensure no one got away. It should have gotten her friend, but it didn't for two main reasons.

The first was that none of the virus survived so it worked. The second was that she was one of the better agents. They couldn't get rid of her despite her actions. But her actions were never widespread due to the Federation covering it up. After all, they needed a group of people who didn't have a stable set of morals to do their job. Nasty, sure, but that was the reality here.

It didn't bother Boa. After all, there were people in her line of work who could, would and will do similar or worse. The Space Pirates are one of them. Sighing, she turned the screen off as she stood and cracked her limbs. She needed to bathe. Letting her qipao drop to the floor she walked over to the bathroom and turned the raps on before climbing in. A part of her always felt dirty when she was doing criminal things. Not sure why, but she liked having baths anyway, so it wasn't much of a problem.

She moaned as the hot water soaked her skin with ease. Using her foot, she turned the tap off and began to relax in the full tub. Her mind moved to an empire of her own. She sat on a chair of women, enemies for the most part, lashed together to form a throne while femboys served her every whim. Licking her lips, one of her hands moved to her pussy while the other moved to her breast and began. Her fingers slid into her with ease. Two fingers explored her lower holes while her other pinched moved and played with her nipple.

Pulses of pleasure flowed through her like electricity. Each time her fingers move, another pulse. Each time she played with her nipple, another pulse. Her body responded, heart pumping, her limit reaching.

"Excuse me, captain," a voice said taking her out of her reverie.

Boa's face flushed both in anger and embarrassment. Taking a deep breath, control her anger she turned to the man before her.

"What?" she asked in annoyance, hiding her anger.

"We have detected a ship, we think you might like it," the image of the man shank to a small box in the corner of the screen.

What was on screen Boa's breath caught in her throat. "That's Samus Aran's ship," she said with a mix of fear and hope. Could she be this lucky?

"Yes, we are sending cutters to retrieve the ship. It's badly damaged and there is only one life sign," he smiled.

"I'll be in the hangar," Boa said as she closed the screen and climbed out of the tub.

Of all of the prizes in the universe, Samus Aran, the famous bounty hunter was one of the finest prizes she could ask for. She had been a thorn in the side of the criminal element for years. To have her as her slave, the prestige she would gain… she would become more powerful than she could imagine. That made her smile even more.

OOOOO

After the ship was brought in, a team of assault troops went in and brought Samus out. She was wearing her tight-fitting zero-suit. Something hard to ignore as Boa spotted several of her men gawking at the bounty hunter. Not that she could blame them, she felt the same.

"Take her to my personal cells," she ordered.

Her men nodded as they locked cuffs around the bounty hunter's wrists and ankles before taking her out. Once they did, Hancock turned to the leader of the team.

"Did you find her like that?" she asked and the man nodded.

"I'm not a medical expert, but it seems that some kind of mechanical fault in the ship caused her life support to be so low that it could only keep her unconscious," he said and Boa nodded at that.

Ship problems weren't new. Even civilian models had problems with them. But that was mass production for you. Quantity over quality. Sometimes you get the best product in the world. Others you got a piece of shit that was buggier than a hive full of bugs. Still, it was a nice gunship, maybe she would keep it for herself.

"Check it over, make sure there are no surprises," she said before leaving without another word.

OOOOO

Samus groaned as she awoke. Air on her skin felt nice and wrong. She didn't like the idea of not being in her latex form. The lack of general tightness, connection to her true form and being closed off never felt right with her. But then again, since she was corrupted, she assumed she wasn't meant to. But the feeling of metal cuffs was welcome. Moaning in fake pain she opened her eyes and looked up to see a sight she didn't expect to see.

The woman before her was dressed in a white cropped qipao with a flower pattern stood before her. Her flowing black hair hung behind her. Samus' mind immediately connected who it was from a few bounties, Boa Handcock, the 'Pirate Empress'. She had made it onto the ship, and that was all she needed.

"Good morning Samus," she said as she walked up to the eagle spread bounty hunter. "And welcome to my ship,"

Samus let out a breath of satisfaction as she pulled against the cuffs snapping them and pulling herself off of the wall. Boa fell back in shock as the bounty hunter's skin changed from her white tone to the light blue and black of her latex form.

"I have to thank you for falling into my trap," she said as she stepped up to Boa using her tentacles to pick her up.

"What the fuck?" the pirate asked. "Wha… wh…" she tired but Samus smiled.

"I am Samus Aran, Queen of the Blue Host," she smiled. "And you look… promising,"

Using her tentacles, she turned the struggling Boa Handcock around looking at each and every part of the Pirate's body.

"Very promising," she said as she licked her lips.

"Promising for what?" the pirate asked as a tentacle moved in front of her face.

Samus said nothing as a gas was released into the pirate's face while Boa tried to hold her breath, it didn't work as she took a good gulp of the gas knocking her out. With that done, Samus stripped down the pirate to her birthday suit before placing a latex orb between her breasts. It expanded outward enveloping her in a tight latex cocoon. Her arms locked above her head making it look like she was in a chrysalis.

Once the orb did its work, several tentacles shot from it and latched to the roof allowing Samus to let go of the now-former pirate. With that done she walked out of the room she was in and into the captain's cabin. She sighed as she looked around. The place was filled with stolen priceless artefacts, furniture and more. This place was trying to be the best of luxury but just came off as gaudy. Thankfully, the latex could crush objects and melt metal.

It was how the matriarch was making weapons for her soldiers. While the latex could make weapons, they were mostly blades. Which weren't always useful in long-range engagements. As for weapons like Samus' blaster, that only applied to her latex breed. Apparently, it has something to do with muscle memory and skills being transferred to her minions. But the jury was still out.

Turning to the side rooms she opened them to find much of the same thing until she found the harem. She smiled as she counted at least 10 men and women in the large room, chains around their necks, wrists and ankles. As soon as she stepped in all of the faces turned to her. All of them had hopeful expressions on their faces. But that quickly dropped as Samus extended her tentacles out grabbing onto the wrist cuffs of the slaves before her. They screamed and cried in surprise and fear as they were lifted off of the ground.

The room they were in wasn't like an old-style Arabian harem with silk cushions, fine beds and mats. It was more of an empty dungeon with chains along the walls and cages hanging from the ceiling. She needed to deal with them before she could proceed. Using her tentacles, she connected them to the celling holding the slaves in place while she removed the chains and cages. The slaves became a little more hopeful, but that didn't last long. As Samus ripped the last chain and placed it in a bag for later, she then reached out and touched the wall.

Blue latex began to form on the wall and quickly spread across the room. Once it was finished, Samus looked around with a smile. The first creation of her hive was a breeding chamber. The floors and ceiling were blue while the floor was a nice shiny black. With that done, she gave a command to the tentacles to lower the slaves. She could see the fear in their eyes as she pulled off tentacles and placed them on the slaves.

The tentacles moved to the slaves' spines, positioning themselves along the spinal cord before sliding in the microneedles, connecting them to the brainstem. A chorus of screams sounded for a moment before it stopped. All the slaves hung their heads as the tentacles on their backs expanded and cocooned them in blue latex sacs. But to Samus' surprise, two of the sacs turned black. She wasn't sure why, but figured that in an hour she would see why.

Until then she had some redecorating to do.

OOOOO

While the pirates searched through the gunship, there was one piece that they dismissed as clothing. A latex bodysuit sat in an open closet waiting to be claimed. But this wasn't a latex bodysuit, it was a latex ball disguised as a suit. With no one looking the latex creature returned to its ball form and fell onto the floor. It landed with a splat but reformed quickly and moved off the gunship and into the hangar. The area was largely empty allowing it to move over to the hanger controls.

This latex ball wasn't like the others. It was a gift from the matriarch's scientists made for one purpose in particular. It moved up the wall to the hanger's command and control centre sliding in through one of the gaps and into the circuitry. Once inside it spread outwards and began to lock down the hanger and escape pods without anyone being aware. With that done, it began to expand into other systems like life support, engines, thrusters, hydroponics and more.

It would take some time until it was in full control of the ship. But for now, it was in control of the major escape routes. No one would escape the corruption.

OOOOO

The gunfire, screams and general sounds of panic met Makima's ears as she stood and walked over to the bards of her cell. While she couldn't see what was happening, she could tell from the gunfire and screams that something was going on. But what she wasn't sure. Looking around, she could see that several captives were doing the same. Confusion, worry and hope on their faces told all Makima needed to know.

But something told her that this wasn't the Federation or someone else coming to help. The sounds of gunfire and fighting moved and died. A pregnant silence filled the cells for a few moments before the click-clack of high heels met the ears of the captives. Looking at each other in confusion, they wondered who was coming to see them. It didn't take long but Makima blinked at seeing the who and what walked down the cells.

At first, she thought it was a drone but the mouth and hair put an end to that idea. The thing in front of her had the look of a large-breasted woman dressed in blue and black latex with an arm cannon. Parts of her seemed to be ripped, but Makima wasn't sure if that was armour or something else. Other than the mouth, the face was blank. Covered with the same blue latex as the rest of her body.

The woman stopped and looked towards the redhead turning her head to the side. Almost as if she was looking at Makima as a piece of meat or treasure. The look was off-putting even to hear. She had stared down generals, politicians, psychopaths, terrorists, mad people and more. But all of those people had a face, she could tell what they were going to do, what they were thinking. The blank faceless expression prevented her from reading what the creature in front of her was thinking.

After a couple of moments, the woman turned away and walked off. Whispered echoed across the cells about the newcomer but Makima was silent, something felt off about the woman. Something, unnerving. Soon more latex-clad women with arm cannons arrived and opened up the cells. At first, the prisoners were jumping with joy until they were stripped down and had tentacles locked around their necks, ankles and wrists before being led out.

But Makima wasn't a part of that group which confused her. She just watched as the captives walked out in a line with the latex-clad women escorting them out of the cells. Once the last prisoner was escorted out, the first latex-clad woman walked up to her cell and opened it. Seeing her chance, Makima pushed herself off of the back wall and at the woman. It didn't end well as the woman moved out of the way and placed a tentacle around her neck and ankles.

The agent stood only to find herself restrained. She grunted in annoyance as she looked at the woman who then proceeded to rip her clothing off. Seeing no other option, Makima just let it happen. Once she was naked, the woman then took hold of her arm and escorted her out of the cells. While fear did run through her, she looked at the prisoners and pirates that the latex-clad women had captured. But to her surprise, from what she had seen, not one prisoner or pirate was killed. All were captured. Her mind buzzed with questions about what was going on.

The answer wasn't going to come as she was escorted away from the prisoners and up into the captain's cabin. She gulped as she saw the blue and black latex covering the walls ceiling and floor. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was bad. They walked into the blue and black latex corridors. The blankness of them prevented the agent from mapping out the area.

After a while, they reached the cabin and entered. Makima just stared at the scene before her. The bounty hunter Samus Aran sat on a throne that looked like it was made out of latex-clad woman and tentacles while a flat-chested woman bounced on her cock. The woman moaned as she slid up and down the bounty hunter's cock mouth open and tongue out.

"Ahhh yes, mistresss yess….." the woman called out.

Samus then moved up and licked the woman's neck before sliding her tongue into the woman's mouth feeding her something. As the bounty hunter came away, she came into the woman's pussy as parts of her skin began to change. First, her breasts began to expand turning into doubles dd's while parts of her skin turned shiny and blue before extending out. Within moments the woman's skin had turned from a light tan to the blue and black latex of the others. Only her mouth was open.

Once she was covered a pair of tentacles pulled her off Samus and moved her to a wall where it opened up. Smaller wriggling tentacle buds shivered as four tenacles reached out to grab the woman by the arms and legs. The pair of tentacles that held her let go as the other four pulled her into the wall. After her limbs were in a good amount, the wall closed up and five more tentacles exited. Two of them attached to her limbs, two more slid into her pussy and ass while the final one, with a triangular end, attached to her mouth.

The woman squirmed as she was fucked by the tentacles. That's when Makima noticed the other women in a similar position. Eyes wide at the sights she was seeing. How could the bounty hunter fall so far?

"Ahhh Makima," Samus smiled as she stood and walked over to the agent. "I have heard about you, and wondered when I needed to clean up one of your messes,"

That angered the agent, but she didn't show it as she stood straighter. "Samus Aran, by order of the Federation, you will release me now,"

Samus laughed and shook her head. "Outside of losing contracts, I don't work for the Federation. I only cleaned up their mess. I serve a new mistress now, one who you'll serve soon,"

"I will not serve anyone but the Federation," Makima said defiantly only making Samus smile.

"I didn't say you had a choice," the bounty hunter menacingly. "Throw her in one of the holding pods,"

The latex woman said nothing as she pulled Makima out who began to plan a way out.