I don’t remember how I got here. My eyes are heavy and my head is groggy. As I slowly open them I have to wait for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I’m in what looks to be an abandoned warehouse, the only source of light is from the windows at the top of the high walls. Some are too dirty to let light in and some are smashed all together.
I need to get out of here, I need to find out where here is. I got to move but I am stopped. It is then that I realise the situation I am in. I am tied to a chair, strapped to be exact, with leather straps binding my arms, legs and torso to a metal chair. I struggle against them but they do not budge, I am completely helpless. I make to scream for help but all that comes out of my mouth are stifled moans. I taste the rubber in my mouth, it’s a ball gag. The fuck is going on here? Why am I tied up? And why the fuck do I have a ball gag on?
The creak of leather sounds in the room as a man walks towards me, I stop struggling against my retrains at the sight of him. He is clad in a tight leather jacket and matching leather trousers with scruffy leather boots. Not a single bit of skin is visible below his neck bar his hands. If it weren’t for that I would have assumed he was made completely of leather. He stops in front of me, his face completely blank, what looks like a Bluetooth device flashes in both his ears. Looking down at myself I realise I am dressed the same way as him, missing only the ear devices, the tight leather feels like a second skin.
In a mechanical, almost robotic way he reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking one out of the pack he places it in his mouth and lights it with with the black lighter. Placing the lighter and pack back he then takes a long drag of it and exhales the smoke in my face. I squirm against it, the smell invading my nose as I breath it in.
“Commencing conversion,” he says in a blank voice. Devoid of all emotions.
Conversion? What the fuck is he going on about? I bulk against the restraints, I scream at him through the gag but all that can be heard are my muffled moans. Holding the cigarette in his mouth he reaches into a pocket and brings out an identical pair of ear devices. I try to get away from him but he forces the deceives into my ears with ease. For a second everything goes silent. Then I hear a dull tone start to sound in my ears. My wriggling reduces and soon I become completely still. I am ready to begin my conversion.
Not long after the devices are placed in my ears do I start to relax, I feel comfort from having them there, I never want to take them off again. It was almost like a I could hear a voice in the dull tone speak to me.
Yes. Yes that’s right. I must obey, I want to obey.
The man before me undos my restrains and removes my gag. I do not move, I waiting for the conversion to continue. I wait and obey. The man takes another drag of his cigarette and blow it into my face, I breath it in obediently just as the device want me to. Taking in the smoke further adding to my software update. Compelling me to obey further.
The man holds the cigarette in front of me and I take it in my mouth, holding it for him so he could preform his part of the conversion. Unzipping my trousers he then pulls my erect dick out he begins to suck vigorously on it. Pumping it up and down with his mouth all the while the voice of the device chants.
You are a mindless sex drone. A slave to be used.
You will be mindless and blank. *
His wet lips around my hard cock sends my conversion into overdrive. I can feel all the thoughts slipping out of my head, what was it I wanted before? To leave? Why would I want to leave when I feel so good when obeying. Why leave when being mindless is so pleasurable. Faster he sucks my cock until finally I explode my load. The man does not blink as he waits for me to take a drag of the cigarette. I obey and take the smoke in, I can feel my brain go blank. My need to serve growing. Exhaling the smoke brings me a sense of satisfaction.
The man’s lips met mine as the kiss commenced. The drone before me had not swallowed my load and instead started feeding it to me. I knew what the device wanted me to do, I swallowed my own load.
You are no longer human. *
With robotic motions I was standing. I turned around and bent over before the other drone. I awaited the last part of my conversion. I felt the drone lower the leather trousers and not long after do I feel him insert the butt plug into my dry hole. I cried out with a moan, in the back of my mind I knew that I was only allowed that action of expression thanks to my ear devices. When the plug was fully inserted I pulled my trousers up and turned to face the other drone.
You are a sex drone and you will serve. *
“Report drone status,” the other drone says.
“Drone conversion complete. Drone #285 ready for use,” I say without having to think. I hear my voice and it is devoid of all emotions. The other drones passes me a rubber gas mask, without think I take it. Placing it over my face I bring the straps of it behind my head.
I am a drone now. I will obey.
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