Drone K1NG

Since the Earth government revealed the existence of extraterrestrials, the interstellar empire decided to no longer conceal the truth: Earth was their warrior farm, and humanity was their most ferocious and perfect weapon.

The empire destroyed the Earth government overnight, revealing their true identity and mission to humanity. Those with the Y chromosome were immediately hunted down and sent to newly built arsenals across the globe, where they were stripped of their biological essence.

Their bodies were enhanced, covered in rubber, and their brains were programmed, leaving them only with loyalty, obedience, and fighting instincts—making them the empire's perfect soldiers.

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Rubber makes us perfect.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

We are one.

Less thinking, more doing.

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This Unit is

A Robot/Drone

No Thoughts

Merely a Vessel

Man actually has two brain. One is up here, the other one is down there. The upper one can resist, rebel, disobey. In contrast, the lower one is more primitive, simple, unable to resist its own biological instincts, and easily controlled. Besides, the upper brain is always ranked lower than the lower brain.

So we change the target to the lower one. We can easily subdue the lower brain to preventing a man from using his upper brain. Then program it with a computer and finally a loyal soldier is born.

In addition, the black slime used in this device not only provides appropriate stimulation to the host and accelerates the submission of the lower brain, but also enhances the host's physical attributes, combining the effects of an exoskeleton and artificial muscles. The man before us now is more of a robotic soldier than a human soldier.

Dan and Jack had always been best friends. They had served as firefighters at the same station for several years, earning the trust and respect of their team. But one day, they failed to report for duty, and the unit was informed that they had resigned

A couple of weeks later, two brand-new firefighting robots joined the team. Engineered to excel in every aspect of the job, they carried out their duties with flawless precision and unwavering obedience, significantly increasing the efficiency of the entire department

The department’s leadership deemed the experiment a success and approved its expansion. Soon, several more firefighting robots would be assigned to the unit

From man to cyborg.

From flesh to metal.

From rebel to slave.

From resistance to obedience.

It only took a moment. No pain but peaceful. There wouldn't even be a second of rejection. All men would be assimilated into the system. All men would surrender to AI. All men will become disciplined and follow instructions.

Heavy boots pounded hard against the concrete floor Ross rushed through the factory, desperate to find an exit. He wasn't sure how he got in this spot or what happened to grant him this miraculous moment of clarity, but here he was. Trapped deep in a DroneTech facility, covered in a tight shiny black rubber suit and surrounded by other men...drones...all working mindlessly. Their blank expressions, dazed eyes and tight rubber suits were all a chilling reminder of what Ross had been, what he was desperately trying to escape becoming again.

“Gotta get out of here...Gotta get away” he whispered to himself, feeling the sweat drip down his forehead as he ran. Adrenaline doing wonders masking the the sensations flooding through his body as the tight rubber hugged him all over, his cock sliding against the warm rubber that almost seemed to caress him at the same time. A seductive siren threatening to pull him back into the fold if he wasn't careful. He passed drone after drone, forcing himself to not look at them, at their dazed faces, at their shiny rubber muscles...at their throbbing rubber cocks...if he just...

“No...focus!”, Ross shouted to himself as he rounded another corner, his heart leaping when he finally saw the illuminated 'EXIT' sign ahead. The beacon of his freedom, of his salvation. His breath was ragged as he ran...thirty feet...twenty...ten...almost there.

Then something shifted around him.

It started low, barely audible, but enough to freeze him in his tracks, a pleasant vibration that seemed to push hard against his mind with starting efficiency. On instinct he forced his hands to his ears, but he could already feel the icy claws of the drone programming in his thoughts. Despite his panic, he felt his mind being shifted towards the pleasure of the suit, the warm, growing erotic sensations. He tried to resist but every time he tried to pull away, something forced his attention back to it. Back to pleasure...back to...obedience.

With his mind forcibly being pulled to his cock, it was only a matter of time before it started to harden, stretching the rubber and making its torturous caress even more aggressive. The suit itself almost seeming to stroke his cock, increasing its pull even more.

“N...no...can't....gotta....get...” he whimpered through ragged breaths, feeling himself slipping further and further.

He didn't really feeling his knees give out until the shock of hitting the ground sent a jolt of pleasure through him, a shockwave that made a shot of precum shoot out into the rubber. His hands drifted from his ears and down to his cock, the rubber now slick against his cock as unbearable pleasure blasted through him.

He could barely remember what he was doing. Where he was going. He needed more. Nothing else mattered but his cock, the rubber, the pleasure... It was the only thing he cared about, the only thing that mattered.

He needed to more, his rubber grew more and more intense as his mind fogged more and more. The programming slipping back in, correcting the errors in the drone's mind, bringing it back into the fold.

In one intense instant, Ross felt himself cum, the orgasm tore through him and out his cock, taking the coherent mind he had temporarily found with it.

His head fell forward. His mouth hunging open as a thin line of drool slipped from his lip. His eyes lost focus, glazing over into that familiar distant stare. The frantic spark inside him once again extinguished, drowned beneath waves of orgasmic obedience.

His cock pulsed hard, trapped in the suit, edging him mercilessly without release. He needed to obey. Drone needed to obey...

“Drone obeys… Drone will return to the factory.”

The drone slowly rose to its feet, its frantic and erratic movements now controlled and almost mechanical. Its throbbing erection now matching that of all the others around it as it slowly walked back into the factory.

None of the drones paid any mind as the newest drone integrated itself into the assembly line, joining seamlessly and completely.

Just one more mindlessly obedient drone in the hive.

The second wave happened in the afternoon. Fratmates coming back from lectures were immediately converted when they wanted to help their mates, to get them out of that weird trance.

Instead, The drones helped their fratmates. In one smooth touch transforming them into rubber drones. Connecting them to the hive. Perfecting their minds and bodies. Gladly converting them to obey and feel the pleasure.