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The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid Part 2
Hey folks, here is part two of the story. In fact I melted part two and parts of another story into this one. Still I added and rewrote quiet a lot that was on my mind. Hope you’ll like it. The Assimilation Part 2 Processing Mike - The Hive Needs An Overmind The two men entered the room, it was dim and contained a large central column, surrounded by wires, tubes, cables and other items of equipment and machinery. Extending down from this column, was an arm ending with a chair similar to that he’d seen in Dan’s chamber, made of the same type of black rubber and contoured to fit a body. Pointing away from the seat and between the leg supports was a segmented steel arm entwined with tubes and hoses. But this one did not end in a large ribbed phallus like Dan’s there was just an empty socket. “We’ve needed, a mind, a leader as nasty, sick and twisted like you, for the Hive quite some time now. You will soon be the Hives’ Overmind!” Lucas pointed at a large package of rubber lying on the chair. “What is this?” Mike asked. “They are your new suits, something I‘ve been working on.” Lucas replied. “Get out of your clothes,” He commanded, “and get into them.” “And if I don‘t?” Mike demanded. “I’ll call for the guards now, they will be here in seconds forcing these suits on you. Trust me it will not be pretty from now on! Still it’s up to you, bitch.” Lucas pushed a button on his remote tablet. All of a sudden Mike responded trying to knock over Lucas and ran to the door. But just in this second it opened before him and three of the heavily armored and gasmasked guards entered the room. There was no chance to escape and without further protest, he started sliding off his lycra top followed by his precum soaked shorts, exposing his package. His aroused state was obvious. Stepping out of the small pile of lycra, he picked up the first thin black rubber suit held out by one guard and unzipped it. Fluid with that familiar smell, oozed from the opening. The guards had helped him to his chair and worked the very thin suit onto his body. He noticed that it was ribbed all over, each rib being the seize of a small finger. Pulling it closer to his eyes, he could see the inside was meshed with circuitry and tubes. This was the latest in the facility’s inter-face suit technology. He felt the thin latex as it began to cover his limbs and eventually reached his crotch. They slipped his cock and balls into a tight sheath, a cock and ball sheath with a very narrow rubber ring edged opening. The cock raked the tight circle and one of the guards tenderly stretched and eased the balls into place before the tight ring snapped into place at the base of his scrotum, effectively locking his package in the sheath. The tight rubber caressed and inevitable arousal just increased the tactile pleasure from the tight stretchy rubber. The slippery inside let them into the rubber prison so easily. He felt the guard fumbling and tugging on his cock seemingly with growing lust as his breathing bags showed to Mike. “Easy, my lovely rubberguards, a lot of work needs to be done to our new Overmind of the Hive before you three think of your rewards.” Lucas grinned. Next Mike felt the easing of a plug into his ass. This plug seemed so much larger than others he knew but its narrow neck allowed his muscles to close over its base comfortable though the presence of the monster inside was very noticeable and sent shivers through his whole being. Then the guards continued pulling the suit on his body. It seemed to be sleeveless and had shoulder straps that slipped easily over his shoulders. Mike felt a hard tug on his nipples as they slipped them through some small and tight reinforced slits in the chest of the suit. The reinforcements effectively locked the nipple tip outside of the suit. He could tell his nipples were erect and prominent. Cool air wafted the exposed nubs while the building heat of the rubber beneath provided stark contrast and awareness of the exposed points of aroused flesh. He felt their heavy gloves easily slide over one of the tender things and he shuddered in anticipation. They gave it a hard, quick pinch and his, “Ouch.” Made them panting for breath and excitement. “What!?” Mike snorted. “Oh, you really seem to love it so. That suit is yours for life. And you’re the hives’ for life. I bet, you‘ll serve it well.” Lucas said. After that Mike felt them pulling another garment up. He could tell this was a bit heavier rubber but it also seemed to only be a brief. When they got it to his cock and ass, they worked the aroused cock into a series of tight rubber bands. He couldn’t tell how these bands were part of this device, but he knew there were at least four of them…probably more as they tightly gripped his cock. The last band fit right at the base of the head of his enraged cock. He felt the bulging head squeezed by the sheath and the shaft encased in the multiple rings. Then they slipped another series of rings over his balls, binding them tightly. A slow pain swelled from his crotch as the things were encircled in a tight rubber vice. The shaft was covered in heavy stiff rubber but the head was open to delights in its much thinner rubber. The guards now began to work a third item a much heavier suit onto his body. The suit was tight and the rubber thick, stiff and cold. He felt it gripping his legs as the 3 guards worked the thing up. As his body heated the suit, he could tell it was more pliant to his movements but the most restricting rubber suit he had ever worn. Heavy weight rubber boots were attached to the bottom and they had him stand to pull the suit over his hips. He felt his cock slip into another sheath and one of the guards again worked it through some reinforced opening at just the right place. “Put your arms out.” Lucas commanded as the guards weren’t able to speak due to their inflated gags and they had to focus on breathing steadily to suck enough fresh air into their backpack breathing systems. Mike obeyed and felt two long gloves roll onto his arms. The gloves went to his armpit. Then the heavy rubber of the suit was being worked onto his arms. The inside of the suit too was very slippery with the familiar gel and the rubber against rubber slid effortlessly onto rubber-clad arms. His fingers and thumbs easily glided into waiting tubes of very thick and stiff mitts. The fingers were comfortably curved and separated but he could not bend or close them into a fist. He touched his leg and could tell the hands were locked into two useless paddles of thick foam filled rubber. “Don’t ask me to do anything in these things.” Mike said still jokingly. “You can handle that, bitch. Gawd, you look so grand and it’s only half done!” Lucas said in an evil tone. The suit was now pulled to his chest and he felt a hard pinch as one of the guards squeezed, then released what had to be vacuum chrome steel cups over each of his nipples. By the time they had them added he was ready for about anything. Again there was some fumbling around the nipples and a subtle snap. “There, the cups are now sealed over your nipples and the first suit. Those silver cups look so good against the shiny black!” Lucas said lovingly. Mike waited for what came next. Two of the guards closed the back zipper of the suit and he felt its tight caress increase. “Now they have to strap your legs down so they can close the built-in corset of the suit.” Mike felt wide straps on his legs tighten against his thighs. “Are you sure the suit needs a corset? This is already pretty darn tight.” Mike said in an alarmed voice. “Don’t question our methods or you will regret!” commanded Lucas. His tone seemed to change some. Mike realized that he was pretty helpless with the mitts on his hands just as Dan had been before. He relaxed and let the guards work on the back of the suit. He felt the increasing tightness as the corset slowly closed. Behind him the guards carefully threaded the loops with high-strength wire. They pulled the thing closed and finally they clamped the wire and cut off the excess. They tucked the wire clamps into a little pouch designed to hide them and sealed it shut. He didn’t know this turn of events and the obvious permanence the action they had done implied. Next Mike felt binders locked to his arms. He was sitting on the stool strapped at the legs and arms locked. He was helpless. The mirrored wall before him revealed his transformation into some sort of gleaming rubber human shaped figure. The light played on the polished rubber. It made the black look even deeper. The rubber hid the flaws that are human behind shiny rubber perfection. The glint of the silver cups on his chest served to emphasize the total blackness of the rest of his form. He was an erotic ebony statue of lust, a shiny black sacrifice to the altar of the Hive. He felt pre-cum adding to the slick interior of his sheath and shuddered a hundredth time in the last minutes…or so it seemed. “Now for the first hood.” Lucas introduced. The guards took an open face hood and slipped it over Mikes head. It had anatomic ears that fitted against his lobes and then some sort of plugs slipped deep into the ear canal. The studs actually seemed to keep the plugs in place. Sound snuffed off. He looked questioningly and said, “I can’t hear.” “The plugs are necessary to keep out fluid.” He heard Lucas’ voice through a mechanical device inside the plugs. “See you can hear me perfectly.” The studs provide an antenna link to a miniature transmitter in the plugs. Mike nodded. “Open wide!” One guard held a menacingly large rubber gag that seemed shaped to fit the inside of a mouth perfectly. It had a round three quarter-inch diameter opening in its mouth and the opening seemed to pass all the way through the thing to the back. He opened his mouth and the huge thing passed his lips. It filled his mouth. He grunted as he gagged on the thing. His tongue found a little rubber pouch to slip into and when the thing seemed to be breaking his jaw, his teeth found slots to close into. The reflex to bite down was too much and he closed his mouth over the thing. When he tried to open again his teeth were locked into the gag by suction. “This gag matches your mouth perfectly. I’m sure you’ll find it quite comfortable, eventually.” Lucas boomed. Now the first terror of the day flashed in Mikes eyes. “Eventually,” He thought and said with a grunt. He knew struggle was in vain but he tried and soon gave up. The hood that was attached to the suit was next. The guards quickly pulled the tight rubber thing to his face. The earplugs worked deeper into the canal. They worked long tubes into his nose. He could feel the things working slowly into his throat. They pumped little bulbs and the tubes filled with air and locked into place. They checked his breathing, now unsteady and rapid. A bright silver ring seemed to frame Mikes mouth like a surprised, “Oh!” Lucas thought the expression was quite accurate. The guards closed the suit up completely and the clear front part of the hood clamped against Mikes face exactly like Dans’ hood before. He stared at the shiny ebony figure stitting helplessly in the stool and realized the figure beneath the sensuous shiny rubber was him and he shook with lust despite his fear. “Oh, he does love it so,” Mike heard through the commlink and “and my rubberguards will love the following too!” There were three clicks loud hisses and pumping noises too. Totally surprisingly to the guards they received their first ‘reward’ as pure amyl hit their lungs to ease the pain of their heavily inflating plugs and gags to sexual pleasure. Primal grunts escaped their gasmasks and their gloved hands started to message their bulges hidden behind the armor effortlessly. By Lucas’ force they had to rebreath the amyl enriched air in their now closed breathing systems. Lucas wanted the guards to be highly turned on to have no mercy with Mike and what was about to cum. So he set a permanent level of poppers to the guards’ backpacks and every 3 minutes fresh air for 20 seconds via his tablet remote. The guards then started obediently to wrap a thick padded posture collar around Mikes neck. He had to lift his head to the sky to cradle his skull in the nesting saddle of rubber-lined steel. The spring of the collar snapped it shut as the guards placed it. The locking bolts seemed to disappear inside the mechanism. He wondered if it could come off in terror. He tried to move his head but could only manage slight side-to-side movement. Now the guards took up a black rubber snake. Well it looked like a snake. “Now you have to follow my directions clearly. You must swallow as they push this into your mouth. Otherwise it won’t go down your esophagus. I’d hate for you to choke before all of the plans I have for you are complete. You see, this tube will be your food source.” Lucas sneered. Mike could do nothing but accept the slippery thing as they fed it into that terrible mouth circle. He grunted and felt gag reflex but he swallowed and the thing slid down his throat. A little twist at the end of the tube and it locked with a snap onto the ring in the gag. They pumped a little bulb and he felt the thing sealing itself inside him. Lucas stood back, hands on hips and nodded admiringly. Then the guards picked up a gasmask. It was a US MCU-2 military combat mask with mouth and nose cup for breathing and a large clear plastic field of view. As with Dan earlier there were bolts to lock in the posture collar and the steal helmet yet to come. The outlet cup in the center of the mask was modified to mate with the feeding tube but the exhaust valves were still beneath the opening. The nose cup would fit the tubes protruding from Mikes nose and an opening for the feeding tube to seat against from the inside. It had two inlet ports in each cheek. A curved metal headpiece in the base of the webbing would obviously mate with the skull and ensure a tight seal. They pulled the thing to his face from behind and carefully adjusted the breathing tubes to the nose cup. They pushed the mouth to the feed tube and Mike heard the vibration of the snap in his ears; that kind of inside hearing one retains even when the ears are plugged. They tightened the snaps of the webbing painfully and the metal headpiece mated with his rubbered skull. A snap of the collar locking to the headpiece he felt but didn’t really hear. Again the fear of the permanence and the conflicting power of the enclosing rubber suits twisted him in all directions at once. Mike could hear the popping of rubber gasket valves as he breathed in and out. The vision in the mirror was breathtaking. A rubbery alien soldier staring back at Mike waiting for his mission to the Hive. Again the expense of this whole game shook him. The guards came forward and rolled an extra flap from the suit up over the mated edges of the collar and mask. They pulled a “second skin” hood over the gasmask. This hood matched the field of vision, snout and inlet ports perfectly. They cemented the exposed edges of the hood’s opening to the mask. Then they finished rolling the suit’s neck rubber over the outer rubber hood’s neck and finished zipping the suit closed then used rubber cement to seal the seam to the outer hood of the mask. As he watched, they added more cement to parts of the suit with exposed zippers and sealed little flaps smoothly to the suit. Again the permanence was frightening. But he couldn’t do anything now. Mike noticed more details as he surveyed his plight. Silver rings protruded from strategic parts of his shiny body. Rings at his wrists sat in the center of obviously heavier reinforced rubber cuffs. Still the smooth transition to the rest of the arm easily disguised the reinforced connection point. Similar thick bands held rings at above his ankles. His waist had a wide reinforced rubber belt with crotch supports and shoulder straps similar to a parachute harness built into the suit with rings attached. Again he marveled at the smooth transition of the outer material that effectively hid the added implements from any but the most observant observer. Mikes cock quivered inside the multiple bands and rubber that hid its purple enraged head, erect and ready. Suddenly two robotic arms from the ceiling grabbed Mikes arms but before he could put his rubbery palms to his hood, he felt his arms lifting over his head. Now he was dangling. His arms ached and he thought they’d come out of the sockets. This was really too much now. But soon there was new supporting a robot arm at his waist and between his legs, as the waist harness seemed to take his weight from the arms. Still they were taut and he couldn’t move. Then his arms spread above his head in an outstretched “V”. He was now held by the robotic arms infront of his awaiting assimilation chair. His waist and torso were supported by the arms and held at heavy rings that were built into a thickened section of the suit that was well concealed but distributed the weight evenly like a swing seat. His rigid cock stood taller. He couldn’t help it. Lucas watched him hang there and smiled. The guards came to Mikes hanging form and snapped a tube onto the rear of the suit. The comm. link crackled, “Your relief tube for excrement.” They fitted another tube to a small protrusion at the tip of the cock. “Your relief tube for piss and cum.” Then they attached lengths of clear tubing to the inlet ports of the gasmask. Mike sucked hard for air but the long winding tubes seemed constricted. “I can see that you’re having some difficulty breathing, Mike.” Lucas muttered with a devilish grin on his face. The guards were now connecting, then tugging on the two long corrugated rubber hoses that would maintain and so overwhelmingly govern his life from now on. With a rapid twist on the hoses locked to the inlet ports. Thirty seconds passed while the guards watched Mikes staring eyes through the multiple coverings. His chest heaved desperately to get air into starving lungs. The inner masks sucked even more tightly against his face when he attempted to inhale. All three guards were in pretty much the same condition as Mike by now. The slow permanent flow of amyl was now taking full effect on their air deprived encapsulated bodies and sexual arousal. Their rebreathers at their backpacks collapsing with every deeply sucking breath and carnal grunts escaping their tightly strapped on gasmasks. Lucas switched on Mikes now oxygen-enriched air supply and watched closely while the guards squirming bodies were nearly giving in to the assaults. But Lucas was watching Mike as his lungs were forcibly filled and allowed to exhaust themselves thanks to the compression of the corset and suit, before being re-inflated. His body now was inside an isolated rubber world, almost nearly a human robot, encased in rubber. Only his mind and soul left yet. His eyes closed in relief. At the regulator on the backside of his chair, the breathing bags slowly inflated and deflated in cadence with each breath. Mikes breathing was measured by the cycle of the forced inflation system. Terrifying thoughts coursed through his mind as he hung in his rubber prison. He trembled in excitement and fear as every possible fantasy rushed through his mind. Gawd if this was some rubber-encased punishment, how does it end? At this moment one of the guards started to scream muffled through his mask and gag. Panicking with shivering gloved hands tried to rip of the backpack and hoses sealing him from the outside world. Then suddenly a long hiss in his gasmask pushed an overwhelming dose of poppers into his system. The screams and grunts quickly faded as the guards body started to spasm and collapsed on the floor. Another hiss and fresh air was vented into his system. The two leftover guards still suffocating high on amyl then started dragging the unconscious one out of the chamber. “This suit has some very special features.” Lucas offered to Mike drawing his attention back to his own fate. “The cock rings will massage and pulse your tool. Your balls will be squeezed and massaged as well. The vibrator in your ass will make sure you are aware of the extent of your deprivation. You will feel electric pulses in your nipples, your cock, and your ass…in fact many places. The suit has very heavy and secure rings attached at your shoulders, wrists, arms, waist, legs and ankles. And now bitch… enjoy your own assimilation into the Hive! Hope you do as much as I will HAHAHA!” Lucas walked to the consol on the other side of the room. Throwing a switch, the little light there was in the room, grew dimmer and the central column began to glow green. The arms carrying the chair and Mike, slowly drew them up into the column. Once inside the column, Mike lost all sight of the surrounding room, including Lucas. All he could see were the cables, arms, and tubes that were all poised to do their task. The seat began to move, supporting him into almost a standing position. At this point, he felt like the chair and suit had almost merged into one. The arm between his legs now burst into life and in one fluid movement, it flicked up and penetrated the suits’ ass, puncturing the rubber as it went. His legs stiffened as it slid in and bolted to the buttplug. His sphincter began to clamp uncontrollably around the rubber plug, he started to squirt against the inside of the suit. Mike was now making loud primal moans, moans even Lucas could hear through the drone of machinery. The inner suits ribs began to move, squeezing his body as they flowed. The flowing ribs originated in the crotch, then radiated out to the ends of his body. The ribs, tried to create an entire body orgasm, Mike’s body flailed about, undulating and convulsing. No longer realizing or caring what was happening to him. The steel snakes pierced holes into the suit. Like with Dan before two clear hoses with chrome valves entered veins in each arm and four attached to his spinal cords through the steel collar at his neck. Two tubes attached themselves to his chrome nipple cups. A huge shunt was pierced into him at the center of his backskull. Each snake then carried some kind of chrome body armor. The plates were contoured to fit his body and each contained several socket holes. As the cables pushed the plates against his still convulsing body, each piece sealed itself against the surface of the heavy outer suit. The cables finished plating his body and receded. The hoses now all attached to the ports in his body plates. Sending assimilative hardware in Mike’s body, the hoses completed the process. “EXOSKELETON 98% COMPLETE…….INTERNAL PROCESSING COMPLETE…… INPUT SHUNTS IN PLACE“, the voice said. “LOWERING INTERFACE HELMET SEALING AND LUIQUIFYING PROCESS STARTED….” With that announcement a rubber lined matching chrome steel helmet descended from the ceiling and met with the locking bolts of the mask and collar. The rubber seals pressed tightly together and the bolts locked the helmet. It was plain but had large transparent tubing at the back which was already filled and dripping with the mysterious poisonous green liquid soon invading Mikes brain. With might the ivy-like tubing pushed through the padding of the helmet and connected to Mikes shunt in his skull and the inner helmet. “EXOSKELETON COMPLETE COLLECTIVE TOTAL PLEASURE DOWNLOAD………INITIATED! FUCK YA UUUUUP!” Liquids and chems now started slowly flowing through the hoses into Mikes body. The green liquid pushed its’ way through the shunt into his limbic system and primal sexual parts of his brain. Through two smaller transparent tubes at the back of his helmet clear jelly liquid was pumped into it. With terrifying might his field of vision in between his gasmasks’ lens and transparent outer layer of his hood filled with clear jelly liquid. This and the flow of the strange red liquid started applying unbearable pressure on his rubber encased confined face, head and in his brain. When he thought he couldn’t take any more this process was done. Gasses started vapouring into his lungs. High on all the sexual drugs assaulting his system from all possible sides Mike was experiencing the total sum of all Rubberbiodroid sensation in the entire Hive. One Hundred thousand, fit and athletic cybernetic bodies were currently transmitting all of their pleasure into Mike. The sensation was beyond overwhelming, a constant unstoppable cascade of orgasm, pleasure so brutally intense that it might drive him mad. It was far too much, a hellish unnatural pleasure, a pleasure he would have given his world to end. “LET US SEE IF THE OVERMIND IS WORTHY THIS NAME!!” The Hive echoed in his head. Mikes cock was in pain from massaging of the rings and electric pulses. The thick rings kneaded his aching tool and worked the inevitable magic. He felt the zaps in his nipples and strong suction also as the suit fucked him. He was aroused and quivered in the hanging position. He could nothing but endure the assault to his body and senses as the suit raped him and the drugs pumped into him fucked with his mind. The plugs electrodes suddenly ignited! Shocks first twitched, then coursed with revolting pulses through Mikes most sensitive flesh. Now, howling incoherently against his gag he writhed and shook dementedly while he was disciplined. But the punishment got much worse! His inner thighs started to shiver and jerk uncontrollably when more electrodes came to life, making him struggle and jerk even more strongly against his bonds. Immediately the ring at the base of his enraged cock head began to vibrate fiercely, rapidly driving him into shivering and writhing fits of excitation while a wail of desire and arousal pushed up his throat. He discovered another evil secret of the suit when the silent yell of lust flowed from his throat, something in the collar sensed the muscle contraction. A sizzling series of painful electrical pulses were unleashed through the metal snakes that bisected his cock, passing directly through the now supersensitive nerve centre of his sensual universe! Hot bolts shot into his nipples as I twitched in the bonds. Simultaneous jolts shot through his tender ass, as that plug sent bolts of lightning that joined the pulses attacking his tender balls. His tongue burned as electrical current passed into it. Mike tried to pull it back from the source but that rubbery chamber held it tightly. The pulse surged united in one attack through his crotch. The pain was acute and totally unexpected, and he screeched in silent agony as his legs with the heavy weight boots jerked spastically against the restraints. It went on and on! His sadistic and masochistic desires were overwhelmed! He was panting hard in desire inhaling more and more gas. Tears tried to run from his eyes but were sealed there by the clear rubber pressing heavily on his face as the sexual pleasure/pain cycle filled his universe. Mike hung between heaven and hell. The floor below so far away, the ceiling above mocked his plight. He saw himself suspended rubber and metal armor glory in the mirrored wall. The view obscured by the liquid filled lens. Alien like eyes sealed behind the layers stared back at him in the reflection. But he knew that beneath the shiny impersonal rubber and armored layers was a life, his life, and he was at the mercy of the Hive controlled by environmental systems. Mike thrashed and pulled at his bondage and then just as the thing was about to push him over the demented edge, everything went still… He screamed a silent scream into the gag. The horrible discipline stopped! Desire surged inside him! He panted in his mask trying suck in more of the wicked sexual arousing gasses. His rebreathing bags collapsed wildly as he sucked the gasses hanging in aroused frustration. Then it all started again. The fucking, the pain and thrashing, the tension and frustration all built to that unendurable edge as he writhed in the torture. He strained to remain silent under the onslaught he was subjected to; knowing that his silenced screams would invoke the electricity. He bit hard onto the deep gag pad, but it was a hopeless attempt. He groaned and screamed, as the electronic sentinels attached to his throat and collar unleashed more punishing electrical pulses through his cock, ass, tongue and nipples. He couldn’t stop the screaming, and the electrical pulses were rising higher and higher until again he was driven from awareness in an agony-illuminated burst. The pleasure torture of lust, a pleasure torture of pure unadulterated rubberdroid fantasy turned his insides to raging fire. Wild thoughts of fantasy surged through his chem-demented mind. Just then Mikes air cut off only rebreathing the limited amount in his two bags and he gasped for breath as his cock throbbed, then more gasses flowed into the mask. He was throbbing he couldn’t see but he knew his cock was raging and thrusting in its rubber prison. The weight of the suits and armor seemed nothing compared to the animal lust coursing through him. He hung there tugging and pulling at his bonds. He grunted and thrashed in empty space. He writhed in pain pleasure ecstasy and frustration…The cycle started again. Unfortunately for him, the Hive monitored him carefully while he was being conditioned by the continual stimulation /punishment regime. Time after time it shut down the various inputs, just as he was on the verge of detonation; leaving him to curse and scream silently into his gag, writhe in trembling desire and then whimpering desolation. Mike knew that I descended into the depths of a personal hell that permitted no respite or release. The Hive had planned this game thoroughly. It knew it would keep him in this torment until its’ desire was fulfilled. In his loins, the fire of electricity ebbed and flowed. His sadistic fantasy raged in his tormented mind. Pictures of his also rubber confined and assimilated boyfriend Dan rushed through his mind. Mikes wild struggling and writhing, bouncing there isolated in mid-air, quickly disoriented him from whatever grasp of reality he previously had. He was forced to concentrate his full attention on his tortured erogenous zones. The electro shocks changed constantly in cadence and strength until he was a raving madman. He passed out from the intense agony. How long was he out? He came back to awareness quickly due to the changing composition of gasses that fucked his body and mind; but it was only to be assaulted again! With a slow and deliberate movement the rings on his cock squeezed and massaged in a diabolical mechanical symphony. They began to increase in tempo of squeezing and massaging his enraged phallus relentlessly, until his cock was the shaft of some bizarre engine of pressure, pain, and pleasure! Along its girth, the hugging rubber rings raked his sensitive and taut skin all over, teasing him again to higher and higher planes of agonizing sexual arousal. Mike thought that he would go utterly crazy from the turmoil of the sensations being forced into his mind. This process continued unabated for long hours, until he was crazed with a desperate need to achieve release. Then finally, with a burst of completely unendurable sensations, he was willingly forced over the edge to a titanic orgasm. A large amount of poppers was forced into his nostril tubes and the air and gasses shut off as Mike plunged into a bottomless abyss and a raging and explosive blast of carnal lust. He shook in the bonds. “AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!” Mike growled into the mask as the surge of erotic lust spread from his loins to wash his body in pulsing bursts. The orgasm just rolled and rolled as he shook, strained and moaned into the gag. He thought the orgasm would never end but we all know it must. The heavy rubber and armor was tested and held. He shook rentlessly as the raging orgasm ebbed and rose in seemingly unending waves. Stars flashed in his obscured eyes. A fiery blast of magma turned his entire body and mental core into a flooding plain of scintillating sensation and he passed out in an overwhelming tidal wave of whirling starbursts mixed with the white-hot lances of searing, agonizing shocks. He hung limply unconscious while the torments tapered off. At some point the airflow mixed with gasses began again and he slowly regained consciousness. Mike twitched, gasped, and sobbed with relief at the momentary cessation of the assault. “OVERMIND DRONE LEADER ACCEPTED! ……… COLLECTIVE ULINK COMPLETE.” The Hive boomed in his mind. Suddenly, all became clear and focused as the last vestiges of his humanity vanished suppressed by the chems constantly pumped into his system. He was now Rubberbiodroid. He had been prepared to become Rubberbiodroid, but he had never in his wildest dreams imagined this. Slowly the new master of the collective, descended from the central column. As his boots touched the floor, the arms holding the Overmind detached from the ports in his back, each hose hissed as it detached. Two small rebreathers got attached to the gasmasks’ ports by the robotic snakes instead of the hoses. An oxygen tank decended from the ceiling and was locked to the Overminds’ body armor at his back. It contained a strong mixture of the Hives’ mind controlling gasses. The tank got connected to the small rebreathing bags via thinner transparent tubes. Lucas, gazed at the transformed Overmind. Clad head to boot in the dull black and metallic material, the heavy duty black suit (his new skin) could still be glimpsed through each joint in the “body armor”. Tubes and wires, flowed from his crotch, his nips, his thighs. From the tanks’ transparent tubes green gas vapoured to the rebreather bags connected to each side of the mask. The gaze and face of the Overmind obscured by the liquid behind the gasmasks lens and panting breathing noises, all this made him resemble some sort of powerful extreme fetishist. He bore no resemblance to Mike at all. With the process complete, the Hive now had its mind, it was now self-aware and what was once Mike, was in total lust filled command the Overmind. In effect he had become a rubberbiomechanical processor that was mobile but limited to go back to his chamber and assimilate with the Hive every 12 hours. The collective now began to learn at a geometric rate, “Mike” assimilated the thoughts of the collective, shifting through the information. He accessed the facility’s databanks, learning of the attempt to create mobile drones. Computing the idea, the collective quickly developed a workable design. He wanted the world! The entire male human race assimilated, to join the Hive, to serve, to produce more pleasure. And it would start with Lucas, he would become the first of the mobile units, that would assimilate all they encountered. Cables shot from the Leader, seizing Lucas around the waist. Words formed in his mind “YOU WILL BECOME RUBBERBIODROID, YOU WILL SUBMIT”. The world was about to fall into submission. “RESISTANCE WAS FUTILE”. THE END. (Or is it?)
This is part 2 of the rubber droid story. I hope this author can post more.
Rubber Story: The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid
Hello all, I decided to share my all time favourite story. I found it on the net quiet a while ago and it was a hetero style fetish story. So I decided to keep the content and rewrite it in terms of gender and sexuality. While I did so the story developed further in my mind and I pimped it with all the nasty thoughts in my head and my favourite gear: heavy duty rubber, gasmasks, breathing gear. Hope you enjoy the ride. If so leave a comment! Greetz
The Assimilation
In the year 2040, the global council decided that criminals are handed over to a new facility created by government scientists, the Biodroid Facility. Inside, these scientists have designed a hive mind, where convicts are assimilated into a Collective, becoming half-man half-machine. Enduring unbelievable pleasure in the process.
Mike, a curious 23 year old blonde muscular bloke hearing stories about the Hive, is keen to see inside the facility. But he has an ulterior motive for taking his unsuspecting boyfriend, Dan.
“What the Hell are we doing here?” Dan exclaimed, as they neared the huge grey building .
“This is the Biodroid Facility, for God’s sake! You‘ve heard the stories about this place!”
Mike, grabbed Dan’s arm. “Come on, lets take the tour, lets see if the stories are true!”
The guards did not challenge them as they entered the building. They had no interest in keeping subjects out of the facility. They entered the lobby, where they were immediately greeted by a gorgeous, bright blue eyed guy, named Lucas he would be their tour guide. Lukas was not just any odd tour guide however, he was also one of the leading scientists (with a bit of a fetish, in this kind of thing) that had helped create the facility, two years previous.
“Hi!” he enthused. “Welcome to the world-famous Biodroid Facility. If you want to see the latest in cyborg technology, you’ve definitely come to the right place. And we’re delighted to see you here.”
“This way, please. We’ll hit the research labs first.”
He led them through a series of softly sliding dull steel doors. They emerged in a long, window-lined corridor. Behind the windows, was a row of men. Each were young and muscular. Some wore what looked like black latex body suits, some were naked. Some were sat in chairs others lay on tables .Wires, tubes, hoses and cables protruded from their skulls, bellies and dicks. The boys, moaned, mewed, twitched, convulsed and each shared a lustful gaze.
On the other side of the corridor, there sat a row of men. Each engaged in similar sexual experimentation to the others, opposite. Men, in a tight white latex uniform made careful notes on their clipboards.
“This is where we design our interfaces and hardware” Lucas explained. “With the interfaces, our goal is to transmit pleasure from our drones nervous system into the Hive as efficiently as possible. And we’re doing pretty well. Today’s interface is twice as effective as last year’s”.
The lovers followed their guide, as he walked further down the corridor.
“One of the projects I’m working on currently, is the mating of two of our drones.”
“Who knows, maybe one day we will be able to create a super-race of humans, from this collective.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t show that bit of our research department. It’s still classified, the military seem quite interested in it!.”
Lucas, glanced at his clipboard. “Oh, Yes.” he smiled, “It seems like we have a bit of a treat in store, for you two.” He turned to the stainless steel door, swiping his security card through the slot in the wall. “Come with me, you’re about to see something guests and visitors, don’t normally get to see.”
Lucas lead the two lovers through a series of corridors, they seemed to carry on forever. Until finally, they reached a single stainless steel door.
“This is one of our punishment and detention units. Before assimilation, the criminals are brought to these units for punishment to begin. Here, we have one prisoner arriving and one leaving”. Lucas explained.
Again, Lucas swiped his card and the door slid open. Inside, the room was about the size of half a tennis court. It was warm, very humid and smelt a bit like a sweaty gym. Surrounding the room were several pods, each pod was about six foot high, with a curved glass front. A curious pink fluid filled the pods and as the two lovers neared them, they realized each contained an inhabitant. Three quarters of these, seemed to be occupied. Faint moaning could be heard through the glass. Dan, peered through the glass, they were all trying to thrust their hips.
Inside the empty chambers, was a metallic plate in an upright position. The plate contained an indented profile, of a human body and it was obviously the rear. A large, smooth metallic phallus protruded from the concave butt of the profile.
“What’s the punishment then?.” Mike asked.
“Well, this is the part of the project I’m particularly proud of. Convicts are brought here before their assimilation and held in a state of extreme sexual excitement. Dependant on the crime, some can be in here for as long as twelve months. However sexual climax can never be attained. Trust me, by the end of it, they’re gagging for release. ”
Soon after entering the room, two guards entered. Carrying, a completely naked young man, they dragged the bloke in by the arms. The guards were dressed in substantial black body armor, thick rubber gleaming from underneath each had a hooded S10 gasmask with tinted lenses strapped over their head padlocked to a thick rubber collar. From each mask 2 corrugated hoses extended to a backpack where they joined a T-valve connected to two rubber breathing bags and a medium sized gas bottle. The valves and mounting threads were all covered with rubber and seemed glued to be irremovable. Same for the harness of the backpack. The rebreathing bags were already inflating and deflating heavily. Each wore matching black rubber gloves and heavy duty boots all locked on with padlocked rubber shackles.
“You sick, fucking bastards.” the bloke screamed.
That had been his last insults shouted as one of the guards roughly pushed a thick red ballgag into his mouth and tightly buckled it behind his head.
The young man, seemed to have a web of dark silver strands, over his upper body, nipples and crotch. They looked almost like, raised grey veins.
“As you can see, they’ve already been working on him downstairs. Those silver lines you see on his body, are the surface components of the orgasm-suppressant hardware, he‘s been fitted with. Basically, the hardware consists of electro-contractile metallic fibres, these fibres are coiled around the muscles that spasm during orgasm. As the subject reaches the peak of sexual excitement, these fibres contract and arrest the muscles. Also, if the hardware were to fail, the drug we administer through the breathing gear, will suppress any orgasm. Thus, climax is totally impossible, no matter how much stimulation they receive.”
Mike grew evermore interested in Lucas’s commentary. “And this is the same with every male subject.”
“Yes, Totally.” Lucas turned and pointed to one of the pods on the other side of the room. “You see that one, he’s been in there a month and his sentence is up. Once the guards have finished with the new boy here, he’s coming out! You‘ll get a good demonstration then.”
Lucas, turned back to face the new subject who was still struggling against the guards.
“This one, is to receive “special” treatment. He was convicted this morning, for helping the homosexual underground militia. He has been given the maximum sentence, twelve months.” Lucas grinned, “You see between his legs.”
The two lovers, stared at the subjects crotch. A cylinder protruded from his groin and pocking from the top of this were two small pins, about an half an inch tall.
“The cylinder has ports you see, it is a standard attachment. But that little o-shaped nub below it, that’s a nasty add-on, trust me! He’s been fitted with a prostate stimulator, it‘ll drive him to the verge of madness.”
The guards continued, to carry the boy to one of the vacant chambers. One of them, reached into the chamber and withdrew what appeared to be a black heavy latex surf suit with arms that ended straitjacket-like hugging the own body and a hooded gas mask with a wide collar attached. The boy eyed the two items and began to scream again. Only muffled grunts escaped his mouth.
He continued to stain against the guards that were breathing rapidly through their nearly closed systems by now. But, it was clear even though the man was not going to win this battle against the muscular guards. The two men forced the boy into the prelubed suit, with a snap the heavy collar of the suit was in place and the boy was efficiently embracing his own body.
“Why are they putting him into this latex suit?” Dan enquired. He didn’t show it, but he was becoming quite disturbed about the unfolding scene.
“The suit is made of a special material we’ve developed here, we call slickskin. You saw some, back in the research labs. It’s a impregnated polymer latex, that promotes sexual hormone production, excitement and sensitivity. Not only that, but its highly elastic and contours to the wearers body extremely well. You’ll see even more and heavier of it, in the next part of the tour. The thick inter-face suits we use during the assimilation process, are made from it too.”
The guards lifted the subject, impaling his tight little ass, on the rubber knob at the back of the pod. The boy arched his back and yelped, as the slick shaft slid deep into him. The knob, virtually immobilised the boy further, his kicking and flailing ceased. The restraint system, then pinned the bloke into the impression behind.
The guard left holding the mask, stepped forward. He pulled the boys head forward and slid the mask over. It was a full “hood type” mask that wrapped tightly round his head, the front contained two small glass eye holes and a single reinforced hose that dangled from the mouth. The collars of the suit and the hood connected to each other and were padlocked shut. The guard, then connected the hose into a socket in the rear of the pod. The boys upper body now heavily heaving, as his breathing became ragged through the mask. Steroids, hormones and oxygen were now being pumped into the mask. The boys muffled cries turned to mews, the suit and gas were speedily taking effect on his body.
The guards initiated the pods equipment. An arm ascended from the floor and socketed into the cylinders port, with a loud click. It was obvious the boy was now having intense pleasure introduced, every muscle in his body seemed to clench. Two more arms snaked over his nips, each ending in a chrome ring. The rings pierced through the suit and locked themselves onto his nipples, they immediately began to enlarge.
“Over the course of the punishment we expect, primary and secondary sexual organs to enlarge by as much as 100%.”
The pod began to flood with the strange pink substance, the rest of the pods were filled with. The liquid was a synthetic embryonic fluid, that would allow the still human inmate, to survive without food or sleep.
“Dependant upon the prisoners arousal levels, the pod will, download or upload diluted pleasure directly from the hive. Of course, the hardware we‘ve installed, will never let him cum.”
Dan, stood speechless, as this young man was put through this ordeal. He watched him try to buck his hips, his belly undulating in the process. But to no avail, he would never going to be able to reach his goal.
“Give it up, you won’t get there.” Lucas said, with glee.
He turned to the guards that seemed to knew what was to come now. Lucas pushed a button on a small remote control. With a click the valves on their breathing systems turned to fully closed and sealed from the outside world. A loud hiss in their thightly strapped gasmasks and also a faint whirring of pumps could be heard as the guards’ buttplugs and gags were inflating to the max. Soft moans escaped the guards masked faces.
Lucas said “This is the guards reward and training at the same time. They got a highly concentrated dose of poppers shot into their now closed breathing systems. They have to process the next subject before they collapse in orgasm or pass out. If they pass out they will subjected to special punishment later.”
The lovers watched the now unsteady steps and the rapidly increasing inflating and deflating rhythm of the guards’ breathing bags. As they neared the pod containing the now to be freed male subject.
“Now watch this!”
The three followed the guards to the pod Lucas had pointed out, just a few moments before. One of them reached to the consol and deactivated the pod. Immediately, the guy inside began to cum violently, his body crashed against the chrome restraints. His cock tugged at the tubes and hoses connected to it. Slowly the spasms slowed, the fluid drained from the pod and the guards released the restraints and tubes. His body collapsed from the pod and crashed to the floor.
Moaning, the guards tried to drag him back through the door they had entered but on the way one of them fell to the floor. Another hiss and in terror both guards were trying to remove their locked on gasmask hoods with gloved hands but to no avail. As they got more and more panicked due to the lack of fresh air and the amount of amyl in their collapsing breathing bags both bodies spasmed. The one who fell to the floor passed out and the other pantingly on his knees climaxed into his suits. With a click their breathing systems set back to normal. Two additional guards entered the room and carried the inmate freed from the pod away. Shortly they entered again and all three dragged the unconscious guard out. Punishment awaited him.
“That’s all folks” Lucas, announced with an evil grin. “Unfortunately, this subject is going back to the research labs, we‘ve some tests to run. So we won’t be seeing an assimilation today, I’m afraid. But we‘ll see how they end up, we‘re off the main halls now!”
Mikes heart sank slightly as he was told this. He was desperate, to see more helpless souls harnessed into rubber and machines. But he knew he would soon, be seeing the great halls he’d heard about.
He turned to Dan, “That was amazing!”
“Was it?” Dan replied.
The three left the room. Another steel door led them into an elevator, which whisked them up to the next level. They steped from the elevator and into a dimly lit tall hallway, again very warm and humid, the smell of sex hit them.
This hall was lined with individual chambers, possibly a hundred in total. As the three stepped forward, they peered through the glass doors on the chambers. All contained an inhabitant, male. Each was suited in a similar dull black heavy rubber wadersuits and sat in a sort of bucket seat. Wires and tubes, entered their bodies in a multitude of places, though primarily in the groin area. The suits they all wore, were quiet thick and the inter-face circuitry and tubes that made them become Rubberbiodroid, could all clearly be seen under the black membrane. The drones heads were covered with a tight fitting black steel helmet, embedded S10 gasmasks with blacked out lenses totally obscuring the face and head. Their bodies, spasmed and quivered to an unseen stimuli, except from a gentle pulsing hum, all was silent.
Mike gasped softly as he saw them. What an existence! It was, so …sexy, futuristic, out of this world, they didn’t even look human. But then, they weren’t human, not anymore. They were Rubberbiodroid.
Dan noticed that Mikes nipples were hard beneath his lycra sports top.
“Normally, the subjects are brought straight from the punishment unit and assimilated. They’re pretty docile by the time they reach here. The orgasm suppressant hardware, you saw in the punishment unit, is left inside their bodies. Without this, the orgasm they would endure during the early stages of assimilation, could potentially damage required physiological structures. The human frame was never designed to form orgasms that powerful. So during assimilation, the sexual organs and surrounding tissues are strengthened and improved. Once the assimilation is 75% complete, the suppressant hardware is deactivated and the drone is then allowed to orgasm. Besides, the first few millilitres of human ejaculate are quite precious. The synthetic ejaculate the drones produce after assimilation, only contains 50% the chemicals and hormones we require.”
“This way.” Lucas instructed, walking to the end of the hall.
He led them through yet another steel door. Behind this door was another row of chambers, but these were empty.
He turned to the two lovers.
“So, who wants to try out a cubicle?. Why don’t you give it a shot? See how things could be for you.” said Lucas, eyeing Dan.
Dan looked at his boyfriend in horror. “Are you out of mind? I’m not getting in there!”
Lucas laughed. “Relax! It’s perfectly safe. You need a key to activate it for real. We like to let our guests try it out in standby mode, just to get a feel for what it’s like.” Mike gazed expectantly at the reluctant Dan. He was staring at him, giving him the kind of look which said that their relationship might be made or broken right here. “Don’t be a pansy!“
Dan swallowed hard. “All right.What do I have to do?”
Lucas pressed a button on the wall and the door of one of these chambers, hissed slowly open. The Chamber was internally small and contained a moulded black rubber seat. The seat was contoured to fit a man’s body and had small leg and arm supports in the appropriate places. The lower portion in the saddle of the seat, contained an opening roughly where your asshole would end up if you sat in it. Draped over the top of the chair, was what appeared to be one of those black heavy rubber wadersuits, the same they had seen previously.
“Just take off your clothes,” Lucas replied.
Dan stripped quickly, trying to hide his nervousness as he did so. He had been playing basketball earlier on in the morning, and was still wearing his team kit. He started with the nylon adidas vest and then pulled down his shorts. The man-made material glistened as it slid down his legs, exposing his shiny lycra briefs complete with fine bulge. His briefs were the last to come off. He was well over 6 feet tall and basketball has given him a fine athletic figure.
“All right,” Dan said, throwing the sweaty Lycra onto the pile of clothes. “I’m ready.”
“Great,” Lucas replied. “Just put on the interface-wadersuit and sit in that chair.”
Dan took the suit from the top of the chair, examining it closely. It was a strange garment, feeling like extremely heavy weight latex with attached rubber boots, open face hood and fist mitts. It seemed to be lubricated on the inside. The lubricant was clear and made the suit feel fluid in his hands, however it had a rather strange smell. A smell almost like menscent arousal and rubber, the same smell that met them in the corridor.
Dan hesitated, “Is this really necessary?” he protested.
“Relax!” Lucas again assured him, “The lubricant aids putting the suit-on and the arousing effects don‘t last long once you‘re out.”
The lube was made from testosterone and other chemicals extracted from sexual fluids, that had been milked from each drone in the Hive. It would induce an intense permanent erection, on contact with male skin and increase sexual sensitivity during the assimilation process. They had found that, lubricating the suit in this way, helped the chambers assimilate their new subjects much more efficiently.
Dan started to don the suit, starting with his legs, they slid-in with ease, his feet finding their home in the attached rubber boots. The suit was a tight fit, highly elastic and heavy weight. As he pulled the slick suit further up his legs and up onto his thighs, he noticed his member was rapidly hardening. The chemicals in the suits lubricant were quickly taking effect on his body. Within a few seconds his penis was rock-hard, slightly embarrassed he hurriedly pulled the rest of the suit up over his hips. The suit’s fit, meant his member stood proud, twitching as he continued all supported by the hole in the suit that acted like a cockring. He had to admit, as he slid his arms into the remainder of the suit, it was starting to feel damn-good until his hands were trapped in the attached mitts and pretty useless now. As Dan finished sliding his upper body in, two guards geared exactly the same as the ones before entered his chamber. They expertly helped Dan sliding his head into the open face hood and started sealing the backzipper from the top of his head finishing at his back. He now stood totally encased, all but his face covered. Even though the experience so far felt most sexy, he was still highly cautious. Hesitantly he walked over to the chair, his body swaying against the slick inside of the suit and his penis now beginning to throb.
Mike watched Dan, growing hard, as he covered his body with this curious material and then lift himself into the chair. But the best bit was yet to cum!
Dan positioned himself in the chair aided by the guards. Lucas now threw the first switch, clamps sprang around his groin pinning him to the saddle of the seat more clamps grabbed his arms and legs. With the straps in place, Dan could still move his head, neck, forearms and his lower legs. One of the guards then brought a heavy black posture collar into Dans view and both started sealing his already rubberized neck in. The collar consisted of form fitting rubber at the inside and hard plastic shell at the outside. It also had a mould and bolts at the top to fit the gasmask and helmet and lock both into place.
As Dan realized his torso and thighs were completely immobilized and the collar getting tighter and tighter he started to protest wanting out. Just in that moment one of the guards grabbed a fitting clear latex face plate which acted as a second part to Dans open face hood hanging to the side of the chair. The other guard suddenly held Dans nose shut from behind him. Like on command Dan tried to get air through his now wide open mouth. The first one immediately started to push a form fitting clear rubber mouth guard into Dans mouth which covered his teeth and tongue as well, the other guard then continued to stuff short tubes into his nostrils all connected to the clear rubber face plate.
Dan could feel the excitement of the two rubbered and armored guards growing and their breathing quicken as their breathing bags were collapsing faster. Six straps of the faceplate were now buckled to hidden snaps on the suits’ open face hood at the back of Dans head. The guards moved swiftly and stepped to the side of the chamber as their job was done hoping for an upcoming reward.
Mike saw Dans now terrified look behind the clear face mask. His Grunts and protests now muffled by the mouth guard of the mask and his struggles immobilized by the restraints.
Lucas threw a second switch and the cables and tubes came, slithering out of various holes in the walls, floor and ceiling. Dan felt a cold knot of primal fear in his stomach. The cold steel strands circled his calves, slithered across his undulating belly, slid over pecks, sniffed at his little buds. Several of them slid towards his posture collar ready to bolt themselves in. He knew that they were designed to bind the subject permanently. But as Lucas promised, this was only stand-by mode.
Dan inhaled sharply through the tiny holes of his clear face mask as he quickly became swamped with these “snakes“. Just before losing sight of his lower region, he saw a chrome arm extending upwards from the floor. Wrapped with tubes and segmented down its length, it ended in a steel cup (roughly the size of an egg-cup), which had many small holes inside and on its lip. This arm moved purposely towards his groin and stopped just short.
A second, phallus shaped, segmented cable, came from the floor, passed through the hole in the chair and this nuzzled against his suits’ ass, finding the hidden ring shaped opening and then pushing against his opening.
Two chrome arms holding a stretched out S10 gasmask slid from the ceiling. The mask was modified with silver mirrored lenses, heavy rubber webbing of straps and metal bolts to fit into the plastic shell of his posture collar. Right afterwards two long clear corrugated hoses trailed down from the same opening in the ceiling and connected to each side of the mask. The chrome arms moved slowly into position to fit the bolts into the shell of his collar only millimeters in front of his masked face.
In horror Dan realized the robot arms were not to stop yet. Even worse there was a large lubed inflatable gag now visible in the mouthpiece of the gasmask, directly pointing at his already rubbered mouth. As he wildly tried to move away from the gasmask his chair locked his posture collar to its’ back so he could not move an inch. The chrome arms now placed the bolts of the gasmask into his collar and the whole thing started to fit itself into the mould of his collar. With a fast move the metal arms stretched the gasmask and the webbing even wider to clamp both rudely to his rubbered face and the webbing with a sharp tug around his hooded head. Ungently the robot arms tightened the webbing uncomfortably. Next the two tubes were connected to the back of his chair where a backpack similar to the guards’ was attached. As the tubes were screwed into place the valves of his mask started hissing but he could breath normally. The purpose of this backpack with two attached rebreather bags was to control the supply of oxygen, of scents of lust like amyl, nitrous and other gasses to the drone, along with other drugs to increase sexual arousal, deprivation and suffocation even further. Unlike the guards’ mobile backpacks this one was directly connected to the tube network of the Hive so the musky smell of rubber was yet intense.
His heart was now racing beneath his firm, rubber clad chest. He was so close to…well, not to death, but to something which was perhaps even worse.
Dan tried now to say, “I get the idea. You can let me out now.” But all he could get out of his mouth was, “MMMpph. Mpphhhhhhh.”
But they weren’t listening. Mike was talking intently to the guide. And Lucas was showing Mike something about the control panel.
“So, this is the processing switch here?” Mike asked innocently. “And that’s the safety key? Very interesting.”
Suddenly Mike reached for the panel. He turned the key firmly and threw the switch. Dan tried to shout out in terror. “MMMnnnoooooophhhh!!” Lucas reached out to grab Mikes wrists.
“You can’t…” Lucas protested. “He hasn’t even been prepared! You can’t, you fool!”
“But I just did,” said Mike, very satisfied with himself. “And I believe it’s irreversible once it starts, isn’t it?”
Dan howled wildly. He thrashed about in the chair as much as he could as the chamber integrated his body into itself. The cables seized him fast, coiling around his ankles, his wrists, his waist, his neckbrace, everywhere. Then thin steel tendrils found their home pushed through the provided holes in the back of his collar shell and pierced into his spinal cords at the back of his neck. The hive immediately began, to download information into his head.
PREPARE YOURSELF, it said in his thoughts, TO ACCEPT US, TO BECOME RUBBERBIODROID.
“Nmmmmmooooo!” he tried to scream. “Oh, Fuck, Mike, how could you?” he thought.
“I had to see what you would look like as a Rubberdrone.” Mike said, as if that explained everything. “Trust me on this, Dan. You’ve never looked better. You’re the sexiest thing in the world right now. You’ll make a fabulous Drone.”
“But I don’t want…to..…. beeeee…..arrrrrh!.”
YOUR WANTS ARE IRRELAVENT, the voice assured him. YOU EXIST NOW TO SERVE. YOU WILL SUBMIT.
His rippled, muscular body writhed under the heavy layer of rubber rustling deliciously in the chair as thin transparent tubes shot at him. Two thrust into his left arm, another two into his right and made connections to his veins. Another robot arm penetrated the back of his hooded head and pierced two metal vavles into his skull connected to the most primitive parts of his brain. All gasketing themselves as they went.
DRUGS SHOT DIRECTLY INTO YOUR VEINS AND THE MOST PRIMITIVE PART OF YOUR BRAIN WILL MAKE YOU SUBMISSIVE OBEDIENT DRIVEN BY PRIMAL SEXUAL INSTINCT, the mental voice informed him.
The phallus was next to take part in the assimilation, now pushing firmly on his ring. Dan’s resistance was weakening, but he tried to clench his ass as tight as he could, trying to deny the chamber access to his virgin ass. However the steel cock pushed ever more forcefully, eventually puncturing the black membrane that separated his ring from the cold steel tip and swiftly entered his ass. A loud primal grunt escaped his lips as the phallus slid up his anal passage, gasketing itself around his ring. It then began to inter-face itself with its surrounding tissue, sending circuitry and tubes out in every direct. With the anal inter-facing complete, the phallus began to vibrate wildly, against his prostate. The deep pleasure it created, made his legs quiver and his penis became painfully harder.
As this assault was being carried out on his ass, a ribbed rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted over his hard cock. Next to come was black rubber cock and ball sling encasing his rock hard member even tighter. Once the sheath and sling locked themselves to the ring in his suit, the ribs began to move. Each band squeezed, as it pulsed its way up and down the length his shaft. Seeming to become more fluid with each pass, the chamber was trying implement it‘s normal arousal program.
Dan, was quickly reaching orgasm. However, with no orgasm represent hardware fitted, he was going to have, one hell of a ride! The assimilation was only just 30% before he started to cum. Mike watched, as Dan began to shoot his load violently into the suit, the area around his cock swelled with spunk.
“Cum, rubberdrone, cum!” he sneared.
Dan felt as if his balls were going to burst, it seemed the entire world was trying to empty itself through the end of his cock. He didn’t know weather he felt intense pain or intense pleasure, the margin was too narrow. On and on, spasms continued to crash through his partly assimilated body. After what seemed an eternity to Dan, his convulsions began to subside, but this was by no means the end.
Now the chair produced a cup between his legs. It seized his aching cock, snapping quickly onto its head. Then almost instantly, dozens of small tubes and cables slid from the lower portion of the cup, sliding down around the sheath, before puncturing the thin rubber that covered the base of his shaft. Cum spurted from the holes they created into the tubes and was pumped away. The cables then dug straight into the length of the shaft, sending wires circuitry directly into his primary sexual organ. Finally the last of the tubes slid from inside the steel cup and pushed its purposely down his urethra. This was the tube that, as with all the other drones, would permanently milk his groin of its precious fluids, in order for them to be processed, before being pumped into the collecting system of the hive. He screamed but the gag started to inflate heavily pushing his rubbered tongue down and pressing his jaws even deeper in the confines of the gasmask, that all silencing him further. But as his cock and sexual organs were up-rated and became more machine than human, pleasure replaced pain. Screams turned to moans and grunts. He began to climb towards orgasm again, this time there would be no end!
An extraordinarily intense and deep orgasm, began grow in his groin. He exploded, this time the chamber was ready to accept him. All he had experienced before, did not compare to this, an un-stoppable, un-ending, spasming pleasure created by this onslaught. With his resistance all but lost, he could feel the steel cables penetrating the rubber, sliding between him and the inside of the suit gasketing themselves: his thighs, pecks, balls, crack, nipples, all became meshed with the wires and were all rapidly assimilated.
Mike, could see the outline of these tubes sliding around under the rubber, carrying out this assault on his lovers body. Slowly they stopped in their pre-determined areas.
“Fuck! You look amazing, Dan” he kept whispering, his pants were now soaking of precum and barely hiding his hardon.
Dan felt chemicals flowing into his arms, chemicals which would let him live through this, chemicals which would allow him to survive without food or sleep, chemicals which would allow him to become rubberdrone.
Finally, a black steel helmet padded with black rubber on the inside descended from the chamber, it was plain except for two larger transparent tubes protruding from the back. Ever so slowly but forcefully a chrome steel arm placed the helmet on his already rubber encased and strapped head. A whirring noise announced that the locking bolts were activated and sealing into his gasmask and the hard shell of his posture collar. Straight afterwards the inner rubber padding of the helmet started to fill with warm liquid and sealed all seams to complete the inter-face. Dan fell silent, though his body still spasmed and undulated. His whole body was now locked in the confines of heavy rubber.
He didn’t have to ask any questions, for he received images as well as words. Indeed, he had already forgotten which were his words, his thoughts, and which belonged to the Hive. Was there any difference? Or were he and the collective already one and the same thing, the strange trans-human, lust filled, creature called RUBBERBIODROID?
“No! Wait it is me Dan! I am still able to think and I am breathing normally. Have my memories… If I try harder I can free myself from the Hive….. I will put up resistance … I…” Dan thought! Suddenly he felt there was something still to come.
NO RESISTANCE POSSIBLE! WE ARE IN CONTROLE!
With that the chamber activated Dans breathing apparatus. The system sealed itself from the outside world and Dan was now rebreathing his own used air out of the two rebreathing bags connected to his system.
He panicked, “They are in charge of what I am breathing! My air is running out! Even though I rather die then become a drone driven by primal sexual pleasure!”
Mike watched as the breathing of his boyfriend became faster and faster. The only movement that could be seen was this blank black figures’ rebreather bags were expanding and collapsing wildly now. “He must be close to passing out by now!” Mike thought with growing excitement and painfully hard dick leaking more and more precum. In that moment Mike saw that suddenly green gas was vapouring into the transparent corrugate twin hoses of his lover and making its way into his gasmask and lungs. At the same time deep red liquid decended into the transpartent tubes from the ceiling in direction of Dans head. Drugs pumped into the primal parts of his brain to suppress any thought and replace it with primal carnal lust.
Just before Dan thought he couldn’t take it anymore, there was no air left sth hit him hard he felt light headed and scented a sweet smell in his lounges. His mind drifted and his mussels relaxed. At the same time he could feel that sth cold was entering from the ports of the back of his helmeted rubbered skull.
GAS FLOW STEADY! DRUGS STEAMING IN! PHYSICAL PLEASURE DOWNLOAD…..PROCESSING.
Pleasure now flowed fully into his obscenely mechanised, steel shaft. The cup and hoses that clamped around his cock began to pulse and the penile tube now began to process the cum, that now was again, being readily spurted from the depths of “his” body. The feeling was un-worldly, indescribable, a constant, un-stoppable, powerful orgasm. His body buzzed, with all extremities assimilated, the stimulus was overwhelming, a constant cascade of pure ecstasy. The whole experience was so totally un-natural, but who was complaining?
COLLECTIVE INTEGRATION—COMPLETE……..DRONE M50,069 ASSIMILIATION—COMPLETE.
He could now feel the soft subtle sexual patterns of a hundred thousand sex cyborgs, all male. He was now a drone in that network of pure lust: not a person, not even a body, not any more. He was RUBBERBIODROID DRONE M50,069.
“So Damn sexy,” Mike whispered.
“You fucking lucky you didn’t kill him, I would’ve killed you myself. Take a good long look, bitch!” Lucas said with a wicked grin. “Because it’s the last show you’re ever going to see. You think you can just come in here and turn someone into a drone against their will? Only we can do that!”
Mike drew himself up to his full height, he was six foot tall and quite athletic in build.
“I’m not afraid of becoming Biodroid. It’s magnificent. I’ve been dreaming about it for months. I was going to volunteer…until I realized that this way I could watch Dan go through the process first.”
“Boy, you are in for a surprise!”
Lucas, who was surprisingly muscular beneath his uniform, grabbed Mike by the arm and dragged him through the hallway.
The thought of resisting passed through Mike‘s mind, but what was the point, there was no way he could escape the building. And besides, what could they do to him besides the stuff he‘d already seen, thus fullfilling his ultimate dream by allowing his flesh to mingle with the rubber and steel?
Mike took one last, lustful look at Dan’s twitching, rubber encased body. Then Lucas forced him through a steel door and into a large cavernous room. The Hive had been in need of a “Leader”, for quite some time!
TO BE CONTINUED?
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It was human once, now there is little left. Just a drone powering down after completing it’s mission - @rubberscotty
Cockaigne Island (24-27) Jack is introduced to his new life.
Cockaigne Island (20-23) At 25% of becoming a cum slave, Jack explores options to remove the suit.
Cockaigne Island (12-15) Jack forgets one of the islands basic rules. (1) 3dgayrender (@3dgayrender) / Twitter
Cockaigne Island (8-11) In order for Jack to get a new encapsulation suit, he needs to be prepared.
Cockaigne Island (4-7) At first Jack was excited to schedule a trip to the island, but since then, his life has been a series of disasters. Jack has come here to end it, but the island has other plans.
Cockaigne Island is a place where people go to experience their ultimate fantasies and pleasures. Little does Jack know that no one leaves the island unchanged. Parts 1-3
Jason was captured, altered, and changed. The chemicals course through his body creating ever increasing orgasms. Soon his mind will be a slave to pleasure. He’ll pretend to be a drone; he'll tell himself he just needs one more orgasm and then he’ll escape. Yet, they never do. They all think this. They all believe they are in control.
Shadow held Chad tightly with his tentacles pulling him into the pool of living rubber.
“Fuck, fuck stop it!” Chad yelled.
“Don’t be afraid, the rubber is not going to hurt you,” Pan smiled.
“Why are you doing this? Let me out!”
“You lost the bet. I own you for a month.” Pan reached into his pants and started to fondle himself.
“What have you done to me?”
“I’ve guaranteed you won’t renege. Every hair on your pretty body has been removed. Not even an eyebrow or eyelash left. The tattoo is my own special design. It’s unremovable except by me, pumps you with an aphrodisiac and testosterone. If you manage to escape you will be a permanently bald, helplessly horny freak. Stay with me a month and everything returns to normal.”
“But, I didn’t …“
A tentacle entered Chad’s mouth silencing him.
“Mpph!” Chad tried to say.
“Yes, you did,” Pan Laughed.
The boy let out a scream as Shadow’s tentacles penetrated his sphincter. It massaged the boy’s prostate, and the scream turned into to a soft moan. Pan had removed the boy’s hair, which Shadow found repugnant. He could taste the sweet sexual frustration enhanced by the tattoo that covered the boy from head to toe. Pan had created a delicious feast.
Shadow’s tentacle moved across the boy’s cockless waist. The boy hadn’t yet realized that Pan had removed his cock and placed it in a hidden vault where Pan could feed off its sexual energy. The boy was magically tethered to the cock but only Pan had the key. It was Pan’s now … at least for a month. That’s unlikely.
While Shadow fed off sexual frustration and desperation, Pan fed off sexual release and humiliation. Shadow could edge the boy to the point of madness and if no release was provided, Chad would go insane, destine to be nothing more than an immortal mindless sex battery. Pan was the perfect partner. Pan’s release would consume the madness and convert it into a magical ambrosia that Pan would devour, allowing Shadow to feed again. Done in tandem, a human could become an unlimited supply of energy. Individually they were mediocre Gods, together they had become a force that even Zeus feared.
Shadow encased the boys head with the living rubber, then pushed another tentacle down the boy’s throat and through his nostrils and ears. Shadow now controlled what the boy, ate, smelled, saw, and heard. One more tentacle into the boy’s brain and they were connected. Shadow pushed a popper like substance through Chad’s nostrils and the boy shuddered, creating another wave of sexual frustration which Shadow was quite willing to feast on.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Let me cum!” Chad begged.
Shadow’s voice was low and melodic. “In time, but first you must know the madness.”
“Madness?” Chad reached for his cock, “Fuck, where is it? What the hell!”
“My child, It’s Pan’s now. It’s his for a month. Enjoy the cataclysm of ecstasy.”
Shadow sent a slight electrical pulse into Chad’s prostate and nipples. More sexual power emanated from Chad.
“It’s time for a banquet!”
Chad squirmed. “Banquet? Shit! Can we talk about this? He …”
Living rubber snapped on Chad’s body, completely encasing it. The tentacle in his prostate became a permanent plug which moved and wriggled. It seemed to know precisely what to stimulate. Tentacles under the rubber caressed and lightly shocked his nipples sending a tremor to his disembodied cock in some far away fortress.
“Pan, it’s time.” Shadow said.
Chad felt a breeze against his invisible cock and then something started to stroke it. The electrical stimulation in his prostate and nipples increased and then something that felt very much like a feather slowly stroked his cock’s underside. There is no reality in which this wouldn’t cause him to cum. Except, perhaps, in the reality Pan had created.
“Pleeeeaaasseee!” Chad sobbed.
“You agreed to a month of this.” Shadow reminded him. “You can cum if you agree to a more permanent arrangement”
“Gah, I … please … oh god … cum”
Chad furiously tried to grab his cock, but only met air. He could feel the sweat building up in the living rubber only to be fed back to him. The tentacle moved in his ass slowly fucking him while massaging his prostate. The smell of latex and sweat filled his nostrils only increasing his arousal. Shadow released more poppers increasing Chad’s euphoria to a level Chad had never experienced. Chad’s cock was connected to him like a magical shackle he couldn’t escape. His balls like grapefruits engorged with seed ready to burst. The slow caress on his cock knew exactly where to touch. Chad’s sexual frustration and desperation invigorated Shadow and if the creature had lips it would be laughing.
“Rel … oh … oh … must” Chad mind was swimming and reduced to incoherent jelly. The madness had descended and the only thought left was to cum. No other thoughts would come together. Even beathing became impossible, so the rubber breathed for him. It held him like a mother holding her child. It had become completely integrated. There was no part of his body not under its control. Shadow was in his head. Disturbingly soothing and reassuring.
“Slow down.” Shadow whispered.
The movement in his prostate, tingling in his nipples and the stroking of his cock slowed. Chad could hold on to other thoughts, but the need to cum overwhelmed him.
“If you make this permanent, you will cum like you never have before. Do you want to join us?”
“Yes” That’s all Chad could think.
Chad felt a hand around his cock and his body explode. His cock began to release streams and stream of cum. He was used to cumming lasting for only a few seconds, but this wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave of orgasm spasmed through his body, filling him with pleasure he never thought possible. It wasn’t possible actually; it was Pan turning Chads sexual release into pure magic; magic which Pan channeled into making the rubber permanent. The rubber tightened around Chad, and he could feel it adhere to his body. When the orgasm finally stopped Chad was at peace and his old life no longer mattered.
The trip from madness to sanity had changed his perspective. Chad knew he would forever be Pan’s slave. Without Shadow he couldn’t feel the powerful yearning for Pan’s touch and without Pan he couldn’t feel the orgasm of a God. He was a new drone not driven by mind control, but by pleasures only Gods could offer. The rubber still caressed him, and his cock was still assaulted by fairies in some unknown vault, but the edging slowed, and the fairies weren’t as aggressive. He would be constantly searching for Pan’s approval always waiting for the next orgasm. He was glad he lost that bet, even if Pan cheated.
Pan is Back
This is how drones are made.
Always look at the fine print.