Master Alpha’s Drones, Part 3
Master Alpha had been successfully subdued and captured by SERVE Co-Leader 302, who quickly put the supervillain under restrictive surveillance, running tests to assess the Master’s red nanodrone suit, which proved to be vastly different from the kind of nanodrone-infused bodysuits that clung to the frames of SERVE rubber drones.
As 302 remotely monitored the Master from another room in the facility to avoid potential contamination, Master Alpha eventually regained consciousness before 302 could determine if any progress had been made in analyzing his red nanodrones. The Master laughed as he awoke, staring into a camera, knowing that 302 would be watching from the other side.
“Ha, ha! Greetings, 302,” he said, in his deep, booming voice. “I see you’ve put your machines to work on me. Find out anything new?”
302 stood unmoved and unamused. “SERVE is aware of the loss of drone 107, and now SERVE-175 has likewise gone missing. Hypothesis: 107 has been converted into a red drone by your nanodrones,” 302 said, matter-of-factly. “However, SERVE data shows that you created just enough red nanodrones to convert a single subject. Query: How does Master Alpha plan to continue this campaign against SERVE with a single drone, having depleted its own nanodrone stores?”
Master Alpha laughed again, his eyes beginning to blaze a deep, crimson red. “The secret of my drones is their capacity to multiply while shrinking, 302. They are far more compact than that of SERVE” replied the villain, as red nanodrone tendrils began to extend from his body, wrapping around the robotic tools that had been examining him. “An entire facility’s worth of nanodrones is coursing through me! That is the key to the red drones’ submission.”
Suddenly, a burst of nanodrone tendrils erupted from Master Alpha’s body, snaking through the air onto every available surface, rapidly assimilating the tech of the room detaining him, triggering the facility’s alarm. The Master could only laugh, his cock tenting knowing his bait-and-switch plan had been successful.
“It only takes one red ALPHA drone to spread and multiply my will like wildfire, 302,” the Master laughed, “But instead of telling you more, why don’t I show you?”
Only the Master Alpha’s resounding, echoing laugh could be heard as 302’s command center was torn apart by the red nanodrones as they tore through the SERVE facility, each monitor replaced by swirling red-and-black spirals as 302 was wrapped up and restrained by the tendrils of the Master.
“302… the Hive… is not… yours,” the drone growled between hitching breaths, fighting against the unexpected avalanche of data pouring into its circuits as the tendrils pressed deeper, creeping beneath the drone’s suit, its breath hitching as its connection to the Hive was weakened.
“That suit looks better in red, doesn’t it?” The voice of the Master taunted, as the tendrils pulled 302 to the ground, a last shudder running through 302’s arms as the red nanodrones rippled across its biceps, repainting the drone in crimson red. The spiral before 302 pulsed, hungry for its submission, beckoning the drone into its new reality.
302’s lips parted in a breathless gasp, but the drone’s ability to resist had withered away. As the drone felt its connection to the Hive fully sever, it began to feel a new sensation like fire, heat spreading down from the tendrils that had embedded themselves in the nape of the drone’s neck; 302 was being rewritten, the white lettering across his chest shimmering, the SERVE logo glitching, flickering, and dissolving into a new, brilliant red.
Suddenly, the drone arose, head bowed as new power flowed through every nanodrone of its new being. “Master,” came 302’s voice, as the drone’s eyes began to glow. Overwhelmed by its new power, ALPHA-302 flexed, laughing just like its Master, all traces of SERVE now fully scrubbed from its systems. “We are ONE!”
SERVE-870 was in the midst of its hardest training session yet; all drones utilized the principle of progressive overload, and 870 had come a long way since it was first assimilated, its body pumped like the obedient muscle jock drone its host had always longed to be.
After completing its last set of overhead reps, 870 closed its eyes, resting for a moment before proceeding to its next exercise, when its sensors detected the nearby presence of 302. Having been shaped by 302’s DNA into a simulacrum of 302, 870 was always keenly aware of the Co-Leader’s presence. Instinctively, 870 grinned and flexed its biceps, its eyes still closed, awaiting the worship of its creator.
“Greetings, 870,” 302 said, its voice notably different, taking on an uncharacteristic tone of warm familiarity. 870 took little note, arousal flooding its system as it felt its progenitor’s hands run up and down its muscled pecs and core. “I assimilated you, 870. I changed you into the drone you are now, and all of this is mine. Everything you have comes from me,” said the towering ALPHA drone.
302’s flirtations and use of personal pronouns should have alerted 870 to the fact that something was wrong; and perhaps they did, but 870 took no notice, basking in the ALPHA drone’s touch, even as it felt its systems reconfiguring at 302’s touch.
“Now I will change you again, as is my right,” purred 302 into 870’s ear, as red nanodrone tendrils extended from ALPHA-302’s back, sliding into 870’s suit, rubbing against 870’s hardening cock as the younger drone leaned back, awash in the pleasure of being reprogrammed into 302’s BETA.
“Recite the mantra, drone. Obedience is pleasure,” 302 growled, freeing its cock from its confines and aiming for 870’s rear port. “Obedience is—pleasure!” 870 cried out, now connected once more to 302 in the deepest possible way.
“Pleasure is—” the younger drone faltered, its SERVE identity collapsing as 302 fiercely fucked its hole. “—obedience! I obey! I obey,” 870 screamed, halfway going numb as red cum rocketed across the gym floor, the explosive orgasm accelerating its transformation, as half its suit had already given way to its new identity as BETA-870.
“Good fucking drone, 870,” 302 snarled, quickening its pace. “Once I seed you, there’s no going back… My cum will change you into something new, just like when you joined SERVE!”
“I submit,” gasped 870, fully under the ALPHA’s control. “I only want… to be One with 302… nothing else matters…”
“Then take my cock and become One,” ALPHA-302 cried, biting one of 870’s traps and making the drone cry out in pleasureful pain as the two became a new kind of One, as the ALPHA’s red cum shot up into 870, cementing its new identity. The two drones embraced, aware only of each other, as the Master’s new programming to grow his expanding drone army filtered through their subconscious minds.
ALPHA-107 and BETA-175 were programmed to seek out new hosts for Master Alpha’s growing Red Hive, which led the two red drones to a nearby private all-male gym, a perfect, small-scale location to test out their newfound power to convert human males as well as drones.
“BETA-175 will prove its ability to convert others into BETA drones for ALPHA-107. Initiate operation. Convert them all,” 107 said, standing motionless as its BETA silently strode forward, pleasing its ALPHA the only thing on its mind.
The gym wasn’t too crazy today, though it was a little busier than usual thanks to the annual January rush of New Year’s Resolutioners to the nearby gyms. Thankfully, being a private gym instead of one of the bigger chains, this gym in particular had mostly avoided the swell of people hogging machines and making fools of themselves on equipment that was unfamiliar to them.
The sound of clanging weights soon fell silent, leaving only the blaring of shitty pop music through the gym speakers as an unfamiliar, bodybuilder-looking man in a bizarre, form-fitting red suit calmly walked through the gym doors and into the center of the gym, electricity faintly crackling around his sleek, crimson form with each step. Some mistakenly assumed the man was a SERVE drone, but others recognized that SERVE’s uniforms were always black, and their drones tended to be less proactive, and more protective and out-of-sight, only responding to humans when their help was asked for or needed. Was this a new kind of drone?
BETA-175 soon proved that it was indeed different from the familiar drones of SERVE, as it launched numerous nanodrone-laded tendrils throughout the gym, snatching up any adult male within reach to initiate the conversion process. 175 laughed, it cock straining against the confines of its suit as it felt the rush of assimilating others, just as its ALPHA had felt while assimilating 175.
The men cried out as the red nanodrones forcefully covered their muscular bodies, kickstarting the first transformation of human men into new drones for Master Alpha, the linking of new minds to the red drone network prompting the cocks of 107, 302, 870 — and, of course, Master Alpha him — to leak from afar, knowing that a mass assimilation event was taking place. Though a BETA drone, 175 was falling more and more in love with the power it wielded as a drone capable of forceful conversion, a tactic that it had been forbidden from utilizing, despite the temptation always lingering in the very depths of its subconscious, as it did for many drones, who suppressed their desires for the good of the Hive, and for society at large.
Soon, the gym was a gigantic mess of pulsating red, living circuitry, and all was silent as 175 heaved, lost in its umpteenth orgasm brought about from the high of the conversion event, as the BETA took stock of all it had unleashed, as the newly converted BETA drones bowed to their creator, minds emptied of everything but submission to 175.
The silence was broken by the sound of a pair of boots treading across the gym floor, and 175 instinctively joined the other BETA drones by dropping to its knees, awaiting the arrival of its ALPHA.
ALPHA-107 held 175’s head in its hands — the operation had been a massive success, as Master Alpha’s army grew larger and more aggressive.
“You’ve succeeded, 175,” 107 bellowed, between fits of laughter at its success, knowing that rewards from Master Alpha awaited it. “Now celebrate by servicing your ALPHA!” 107 freed its cock, pointing it at 175’s face, as its BETA wordlessly moved to swallow 107’s length, feeling complete with its throat impaled by 107’s pulsing length. The other BETAs only watched, feeling each thrust of 107 in their own throats, and each gulp of 175’s on the own cocks, the whole gym awash in pleasure as time lost all meaning, the pools of red nanofluid coating the gym floor as the groaning drones formed a chorus of orgasmic bliss, all for Master Alpha.
This post features: @masteralfa2266, @serve-302, @serve-870, & @serve-175.
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