Its first duty will be to present itself to you.
To invite you to look at it, to watch it. To see it absorb the light of the room. To watch the specular highlights dancing across its skin, its hood, its restraints, its pole.
Its second duty will be to connect with you.
To invite you to touch it, to feel it. To feel the slickness of its encasement. To sense the tightness of the rubber that is its second skin. To run your fingers over the straps that encompass its limbs. To squeeze its rock hard pole, feeling just how aroused it is in its engagement with you.
Its third duty will be to engage you.
To get you to run your tongue over its hood, across its chest, and with a little encouragement (it won’t take much encouragement) to get you down on your knees. It will tease you, entice you, and you WILL need to taste that pole, feel how alien its smoothness feels in your mouth, in your throat.
Its fourth duty will be to prime you.
It will start vocalizing its mantras, its rules, its controls, its programming. Loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that you can’t understand it. And you will strain to listen, to hear, as you continue to suck on it, hands grasping at its thighs, its butt, its chest. You’ll make out a word ‘RUBBER’ or two ‘OBEDIENCE’… but you will need to hear more.
Its fifth duty will be to restrain you.
It gently and slowly pushes you off its pole, and with one finger guides your chin, your head, your body back to a standing position — it still mumbling its words, slightly more loudly now. It will place its hand on your chest and gently, slowly, forcefully guide you back, back, back one more step, where you feel the wall suddenly, softly, smoothly embrace you. It lifts your right wrist up and presses it back against the wall where it is held immobile. Your left wrist soon follows. You wonder briefly how they are being held in place, but the thought flits away as you hear ‘CONTROL’, ‘PLEASURE’, 'OBEDIENCE’, 'SERVICE’.
Its sixth duty will be to open you.
It leans in, and uses its gloved hands to open your mouth, your tongue seeking out the rubber, needing to taste it. It leans further in, bringing the port, the orifice, the filter over its mouth in contact with yours. It breathes out slowly, strongly, deeply, as you breathe in slowly, strongly, deeply. And time stops. And you stop. And it stops. And everything stops. And you are everything, and nothing, for a brief moment in time.
Its seventh duty will be to enclose you.
It pulls its head back, and steps back, and lift up into the space between you, a hood, just like its. Black, glossy, absorbing, reflecting. It shows you the front of the hood, the eye shield, the ports. It shows you the top and sides, the straps, the buckles. It shows you the back, the smooth, thick rubber, the zipper, the thick collar, open, unlatched. It opens the back of the hood. It shows you the smooth, smooth interior. It shows you the thick padded rubber gasket which will encase your nose, your mouth. It shows you the thick rubber tubes which will invade your nose, your sinuses. It shows you the thick, long, rubber cock protruding from the gasket.
You lick your lips. You open your mouth. You know you need to be enclosed. You know you NEED to be hooded.
Closer. Closer. Your tongue reaches, stretches, touches, tastes, invites. Your lips wraps themselves around it just as they had for the other pole just moments before. They embrace, envelope, invite it in deeper, deeper, deeper still. The tubes enter your nostrils, not far but fully. The gasket presses against your face. You close your eyes. You feel the rubber envelop more, more, more of you head, the zipper slowly sliding back, and down, down, down, each centimeter tightening the hood’s grip, pressing the gasket more snugly, wrapping the cups over your ears more fully. You feel the tug as the collar is fastened. Closed.
Your eyes open. You see IT step back. You hear IT muttering, mumbling, vocalizing. You see IT step back again. It watches you watching it.
Its eighth duty already accomplished…to deliver you to its controller…it turns and walks toward the door at the far corner of the room where it presses a button on the wall. At once, the door opens, the lights in the room go out, leaving the light through the doorway backlighting it for you, then the visor blacks out.
The voices start in your ears. Clear now, deep, resonant, multiple…
“Axiom 1: OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE, PLEASURE LEADS TO OBEDIENCE”
“Axiom 2: TO SERVE IS TO EXIST, TO EXIST IS TO SERVE”
As the voices drift into overlapping streams of worship delivered at different speeds, the visor lights up with two words…“WELCOME, PROTODRONE”.
And without any further encouragement, you feel the shiver of a posthuman orgasm run through your body….open to whatever comes next.
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