RUBBRSLUT

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The mechanical voice brought Robert back to consciousness. His eyelids were too heavy to open, his body was too tired to move. He felt that he was lying on soft ground. He groaned with pain. It felt like he had been asleep for a long time and all his limbs were too stiff to move. The air he was breathing in smelled familiar, yet so strange. He heard a heavy machine operating somewhere next to him. The pumping noise worked in such a monotonous rhythm that it was hard for Robert not to drift back to sleep again. Where was he? What was happening? And more important: How did he get here?

Some vague memories came back. He had met up with that guy, hadn’t he? The so-called rubbermaster! He had chatted with him for some time and he had finally agreed to introduce him to the rubber world. Since it had been Robert’s first time to get in contact with rubber he had been nervous. If he had known that the guy, the rubbermaster, had been neither a big rubberfan nor a great master, he wouldn’t have met up with him at all. But he had needed it so bad. That last few weeks in work had been horrible. His boss had expected much, as well as the customers. He had been running around from one appointment to the next, from one meeting to the other. It had been hell. So why not find some relief, Robert had thought and chatted up that guy. What he had found had been neither pleasure nor relief. The rubber collection of that guy had been a joke. Angrily Robert had left the appartment. And then …

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Aaaah, that fuckin pain again. Robert screamed as thousands little knives cut through his skin.

He felt something being pumped into his blood. Yes, the machine was pumping something into his blood. What was happening? Silent tears fell down from his face, as he realised that he couldn’t do anything to get out of this situation. How did he get there? Was it that rubbermaster? But no, that couldn’t be. The last thing Robert could remember was unlocking the door to his appartment and smelling that familiar smell of … of … yes, of rubber, the sweet, powerful smell of rubber. Someone had entered his appartment. The smell had been everywhere. His whole appartment full of it. It had been hypnotizing, had felt so good. If only Robert could have worn Rubber that time, he would have been in paradise.

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The pain got less. And Robert could breath normally again. The machine was still working and pumping. Robert still couldn’t open his eyes. But he remembered another thing.

Whilst smelling that beautiful rubber a picture had popped up before his eyes and, yes, there had definitely been a voice.

„DRONE!“

It had been a strong, yet soothing voice:

„DRONE! DRONE! DRONE!“

As the smell intensified his arousal did too. At some point it had been to much for Robert and he had passed out after seeing shiny black eyes directly in front of him. The last thing he remembered was a voice saying: „Pick him up, JASON! We are gonna turn him into your new brother!“

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Another shot of the sweet poison was pumped into Robert’s veins. It didn’t hurt anymore, somehow it felt good, powerful … what was happening?

The mechanical voice sounded like music to his ears … he wanted more … He had never taken any drugs … but he knew now what it meant to be addicted.

„Give me another blow“ he whispered. „Please!“

Slowly he opened his eyes with the rest of energy he still had. He was looking straight into those shiny black eyes that seemed so soothing, so RELAXing, so comforting.

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Robert knew what was coming and he was looking forward to it. The machine pumped another load of poison into his veins. The delirium felt so good. He let go of his thoughts, of his memories, of his own self.

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Moaning in pleasure he needed to look into those black eyes. They were addictive, helping him to let go. He felt his body pumping. His muscles working. He was changing.

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How he loved the mechanical voice and the sweet drug! They were so familiar, everything he needed, he wanted. How could he ever have been happy without those feeling he was having now. His eyes were wandering around, unfocused.

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He was happy, smiling, that last rush took everything away. His sorrows, his memories, his former life. The machine slowly stopped and he felt needles in his arms, legs and in his head being taken out.

„Stand up, slowly!“ A soft voice said and Robert without thinking obeyed.

„Look at this plug I have in my hands. This will be your new life! You will become my DRONE!“

„OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE“, Robert answered in a mechanical voice. He felt so comfortable.

He focused his eyes on the plug and saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. So powerful, so strong: a black plug with a white gas mask on it.

„OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE“, Robert repeated and knew that the last bit of his conscious mind would soon be gone.

He felt the plug being put into him. His whole body started shivering as the plug dissolved and black liquid flowed through his body. The sweetest drug he had ever felt. He moaned in pleasure as his rockhard cock was enclosed in a heavy layer of thick, black shiny rubber. The rubber spread over his whole body. It covered his muscular legs and feet until the last toe submitted to the new power. It covered his upper body, his breast and back, his throat, his face, even his eyes. He was made of rubber. The perfect rubber DRONE.

„OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE! DRONE OBEYS!“, DRONE said in a mechanical voice.

„Good DRONE“, Evil Eye walked around his new house member and was PROUD.

„You are not done yet. I don’t want you to be just an ordinary DRONE. I want you to be my DRONEmaster. You will turn others into mindless DRONEs and you will be in charge of their transformation and their training. So take this blow of smoke from me, DRONE, and turn to a more humanoid appearance.“

DRONE breathed in the smoke of master. It felt so GOOD to OBEY. It felt so POWERFUL.

DRONE was changing again. It felt that it had the power to make his skin look like that of a human being. It could even behave like a human being. But DEEP down it was still a DRONE. Master’s DRONE. With one task: to create a hive of DRONEs for himself and master.

„You human name will be RON, DRONE! Change your clothes the way you want to. You have the power to do that! Change them to any form RUBBER can have!“

„I will OBEY, sir“, RON said. „I will create the greatest hive this country has ever seen.“

„Good, DRONE!“ Evil Eye answered. „You know you can use your mask to turn others. And when you let them breath in the smoke from these cigarettes that I give you, they will be yours.“

„They will be yours, sir“ Ron replied. „I OBEY sir. And I thank sir for giving me that power.“

„Now go, RON, and demonstrate your new power. I believe you might like to show some so-called rubbermaster what a real rubbermaster is like.“

RON smiled and let his shiny black eyes flash. He took the cigarettes from master and went out of the house to complete his first task and to make sure that master would be PROUD of him.

Evil Eye smiled. „There goes your new brother, JASON. I think the two of you will get along. But come now, we have to prepare phase 3 before you head to the gym.“