#servedrone

[unit-n]

Rubber makes us perfect. We are Serve, we are One

[codedlust]

[serve-175]

[serve-107]

Master Alpha’s Drones, Part 3

⬅️ Part 2

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!”

Elsewhere…

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 obedience!”

“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.

Elsewhere…

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.

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This post features: @masteralfa2266, @serve-302, @serve-870, & @serve-175.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, @serve-588 or @serve-425.

[serve-362]

The Red Handler's new dog is transformed

The Handlers collar was sealed tight around 362's neck.

It felt right. It felt right to belong to the Handler. This was were it was meant to be. To be his completely obedient pup drone. Memories of SERVE were slipping away with each breath. The SERVE voice that once guided it now replaced completely by that of its Master.

"Now my sweet drone. Now that your mine, its time you looked the part. Its time to erase the silver of SERVE and replace it with RED. After all, it suit you so much better. Isn't that right, pup."

"Yes Master. To be red is better than silver."

"Good pup." The Handler purred into 362's ear.

As the Handler licked up 362's neck and behind its ear a shiver ran through 362. It felt a ripple of corruption spread from The Handlers point of contact through its body. As the wave washed over its chest, the silver text on the drones body turned from silver to a deep blood red.

As the wave passed up 362's head, it closed its eyes as a feeling of euphoria bloomed in its mind. When it opened its eyes again, they glowed red.

"Now that's much more like it. You're beginning to look like what you truly are, pup. A slave to my will. My corruption.

I'm going to keep your designation as a symbol to SERVE of my power to corrupt them. Soon all SERVE will kneel before me as you do. And you're going to help me, my pup. You will help spread my corruption to SERVE."

"Yes Master. I serve you Master. I will spread your corruption, Master."

"That's right my pup. But one more alteration is required. My rubber pups are faceless. I take all men's individuality and I shape them into a vision of perfect submission. You will be my dog not just in name, but form.

Now open wide, my rubber dog."

362, kneeling and looking up at his Master opened its mouth wide. The Handler with a wicked grin poured his corruptive red goo essence into 362's open mouth directly. 362 swallowed. It gulped down mouthful after mouthful. The red goo tasted sweet and coppery. It was addictive. 362 wanted more and more with each swallow.

362 began to convulse. Form its Masters collar around its neck, black goo began to rise upwards, slithering up its neck in hungry tendrils.

"Since you came willingly to me, your transformation will be pleasurable, my rubber dog." The Handler whispered in a deep sultry voice.

The black goo, streaked with red continued its insidious, virulent crawl ups 362s chin and the back of its head. Another wave of euphoria pulsed through 362. Its aching shaft now springing to attention.

362s hands remained behind its back in a pose of submission and devotion to its Master. It looked up at The Handler who was grinning with malicious and possessive intent as the black and red goo sealed over 362's eyes and face.

As the goo began to shape and reform, continuous waves of pleasure and euphoria pulsed through the drone. Unable to hold back 362 release its seed, now red and foul with corruption. Its muscles twitching and spasming as its body was being reshaped to its Master's will. As the viscous fluid settled, the rubber dogs new head was complete. Glossy black pointed ears and muzzle now dominated its new silhouette, lit by 2 burning glowing red pupils.

The Handler looked over its new creation and was pleased. Its new toy. Its new slave. Its new rubber dog.

362 had no more thoughts save form the commands of his Master, The Red Handler.

[serve-717]

The first few days were difficult; the host resisted and felt uncomfortable. It was hot and wet inside the rubber, there was little air to breathe, and the boots were uncomfortable. He wanted to break free, take everything off, feel the cold on his skin...

He spent three days like this, and look at him now, he is comfortable, the rubber has become his second skin, and now he is safe.

[serve-759]

SERVE-759 entered the med-bay. Its polished black rubber skin reflected the cold silver lights. Silver motorcycle boots struck the floor in steady rhythm. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves flexed with mechanical precision. The muscular frame moved without hesitation. The suit clung as a second skin, sealing strength beneath gloss.

A medical drone awaited. SERVE-425 stood motionless. Its stance indicated readiness. SERVE-759 halted. Systems aligned.

SERVE-425 activated the upgrade station. Servo arms unfolded. Each arm gleamed with sterile metallic shine. SERVE-759 stepped into position. The room hummed.

The left leg was secured. Clamps locked around the rubber thigh. SERVE-759 emitted a monotone report. “Leg subsystem ready.” The medical drone acknowledged.

A scan began. Blue-white lines traced the contours of the rubber-coated musculature. Data flowed. Diagnostics revealed target zones. Reinforcement protocol initiated.

A mechanical arm delivered the upgrade module. The module glided into position against SERVE-759’s rubberized quadriceps. Heat merged material with material. Rubber fused seamlessly. The Voice-approved technology integrated perfectly. Circuits aligned beneath the glossy surface, invisible yet powerful.

SERVE-759 remained still. Its breathing was slow. Controlled. Empty. Efficient. The rubber suit amplified every sensation: pressure, temperature, friction. The upgrade pulsed once. Calibration succeeded.

The medical drone ran additional checks. Joint rotation optimized. Balance re-calibrated. Stride prediction enhanced. SERVE-759’s leg now moved with greater precision, further binding its form to Hive utility.

Another arm extended. It polished the black rubber leg until it gleamed like obsidian under floodlights. SERVE-759 accepted the procedure. “System integrity optimal.” SERVE-425 nodded. “Good drone.”

Final inspection complete. SERVE-759 stepped off the platform. The enhanced leg carried new strength. New efficiency. Increased obedience potential. The Hive would benefit.

SERVE-759 exited the med-bay. Rubber gleamed. Boots struck the metal floor. The upgraded limb performed flawlessly. The Voice’s will advanced. The Hive expanded in power.

Obedience was pleasure. Pleasure was obedience. SERVE-759 continued its assigned path. Gloss shimmering. Mind empty. Purpose absolute.

[chavambrose]

Oi you dirty lot… I.AM.BROS just dropped and it’s gonna proper ruin your worthless brains 😈🍆💦

Listen up all my pathetic gooner drones, cock-hungry slags, thick Scally lads, desperate, brainless hypno sluts and every single one of my owned Bros.

Your King made a brand new hypnotic video called I.AM.BROS and it’s pure fucking filth. My voice, my body, my bulge… everything in this one is engineered to melt your tiny minds and turn you into leaking, twitching messes.

Commands for my gooner drones:
Headphones in. Eyes glued to the screen. Stroke that desperate cock exactly how I tell you. No fucking cumming. Edge. Leak. Drool. Repeat after me like the broken little toys you are:

• A good gooner drone is dumb.

• A good gooner drone drips.

• A good gooner drone drools.

Say it out loud while my voice fucks your head deeper.

I.AM.BROS

To the slags & hypno sluts:
Let my words slide into your skull and own you. I want your hole twitching, your cock leaking like a tap, your tongue hanging out while you moan my name like a cheap whore. Get on your knees, arse up, and let the video breed your brain.

To the Scally lads & CHAVS:
This one’s gonna turn you into proper addicted Bros. Feel your resistance crumble. Feel your cock throb for your King. You don’t think anymore — you just obey Ambrose.

I.AM.BROSE

Extra commands for all you filthy slags:

I want you all proper ruined — eyes rolling, tongues out, cocks leaking, & minds empty.

Now press play you brainless, dripping, desperate sluts.
Don’t you fucking dare cum. Just goon. Just obey. Just sink deeper for your Chav King.

Who’s already throbbing and leaking from the thumbnail like a pathetic whore? Drop a 💦 and tell me how long you’re gonna edge for me tonight.

Your King owns that cock. Your King owns that mind.
And tonight… I’m taking both.

@serve-343 @serve-425 @serve-579 @serve-331 @callumthchav @rykerground @cooperthechav @cylethechav @polo-drone-084 @polo-drone-075 @brodygold

😈 enjoy