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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.

Master Alpha’s Drones, Part 2

⬅️ Part 1 Part 3 ➡️

Master Alpha had won; with the transformation of SERVE-107 into the first-ever Alpha Drone, ALPHA-107, his designs to grow his personal army had only just begun.

“Come here, my dear ALPHA-107,” the villain said, his eyes beginning to glow crimson, matching the nanodrones flowing through his suit and ALPHA-107’s entire being.

“Yes, Master Alpha. 107 obeys,” replied the drone, bowing before its new master.

“I want to hear you declare your new devotion to me, drone,” Master Alpha said with a grinning snarl. “Start pumping that cock while you listen to your Master. You cannot resist me. I control your mind.”

“You control my mind,” 107 repeated, eyes glowing red as its systems synced up with its new commander.

“I am in your mind. Your mind is an extension of my mind, drone,” the master said. “Say it!”

“You are in my mind,” 107 repeated, panting as its strokes grew more desperate. “My mind is an extension of your mind.”

Master Alpha began to pump his own huge, tenting cock, bulging out in front of ALPHA-107’s face, capable only of looking up at its new master with adoration.

“Your body is mine, 107.”

“My body is yours,” 107 said, its hand a blur as it closed its eyes, filling its lungs with the musk of its new god.

“It is time,” stuttered the master, on the brink of eruption. “I command you to explode, 107! Don’t stop cumming until I tell you to stop! We are One!”

The primal screams of Alpha Master and its loyal drone filled the room as they came as one, the master’s cum coating its new servant, who heaved and heaved, spurting out load after load until its cock could produce no more nanodrone-laden juice, trembling at the feet of Alpha Master.

“Good drone,” he said, rustling its hair. The master’s plan had only just begun, and he knew that the next step in his path to conquering SERVE would require his own submission. He placed 107 in a recovery chamber, and began preparations for the next stage of his plot to grow his drone army.

Elsewhere…

SERVE Co-Leader 302 sat in its office, monitoring various situations unfolding across the globe, processing the best course of action and directing SERVE drones faster than the blink of an eye. Suddenly, an alert appeared on its holographic workstation, alerting it to the sudden departure of SERVE-107 from the Hive.

“107 has been an exceedingly loyal drone,” 302 thought to itself, and began to speak. “Computer, give 302 a full report on 107’s departure from the Hive.”

As the data feeds began to flow through 302, the Leader Drone was relieved on some level to learn that 107’s departure had not been voluntary; such a drone would never think of leaving the Hive, according to 302’s analysis.

However, new worries began to furrow 302’s brow as the image of Master Alpha appeared on his holographic display — 302 knew that the new villain had been attempting to perfect his brand of red nanodrones, but SERVE’s projections showed that it would still take weeks to concoct a batch capable of overtaking a SERVE drone.

“Computer, feed 302 the current location of Master Alpha, and direct this drone in subduing him and whatever has become of 107,” said the drone, jumping to its feet and propelling itself in the direction of the villain’s lair.

Elsewhere…

Master Alpha was in a rare state of exhaustion, having had ALPHA-107 suck his cock until there was nothing left to give the first member of his army. Reclining in his bedchamber, the master was now alone, as he had directed ALPHA-107 to find and convert another member of SERVE that it had deemed worthy of servitude, in order to test out the red nanodrones now churning in 107’s balls.

The Master Alpha was broken out of his leisure by a sudden alert; not only had something — likely a SERVE drone — breached his lair’s defenses, but it was an abnormally powerful drone. He had prepared for his eventual capture, but worried that this confrontation may be his last.

Rushing to the point of breach, Master Alpha was surprised to find that it was none other than SERVE-302 barreling toward him. Before he could react, he found himself in the grip of one of SERVE’s most powerful members, and the master had underestimated the lengths to which drones could simulate anger when another drone was at risk.

Without a word, 302 brought the unprepared Master Alpha to his knees, and before the villain could retort, 302 issued his one and only command: “Obey.” As a hypnotic spiral ripped into the reality above the kneeling villain, Master Alpha’s cock twitched. He had always loved hypnosis, and even as he felt his mind begin to fall away into pure, hypnotic bliss, a small part of him knew that this was all just part of his plan.

Elsewhere…

SERVE-175 had been tasked with surveying a mostly-unused defensive outpost in a rural region this solar cycle. It was a thankless job, that 175 did without hesitation, inspecting pieces of equipment and repairing hardware, in an effort to make the base operable again, to the benefit of the ever-expanding SERVE Hive.

Suddenly, an alert notification flashed on a terminal that 175 was in the midst of repairing. Before the drone could access the base’s security systems to analyze the problem, 175 felt two strong arms wrap around its chest with blinding speed.

“Mmph,” was all that 175 could manage, his gloved hand gripping a red-gloved arm, his mouth covered by another red-gloved hand. The drone beheld the face of SERVE-107, a drone that 175 had connected with time and time again, but 107 was different. The drone was stronger, more aggressive, and totally out of control, so unlike the 107 that 175 knew. The SERVE drone could sense that 107 was no longer One with the Hive as its glowing red eyes bored into its vision.

“You always were such a good drone for SERVE, 175,” growled 107, directly into its former comrade’s ear. “Master Alpha has given this drone new powers, and thanks to his nanodrones, 107 has been reborn! And it cannot wait to try out its new capabilities on a drone as fucking hot as you.”

175 struggled, and tried to break free, but it was no use — the new 107 was too strong, and just as 175 began to issue a distress signal to its fellow drones, it hesitated, feeling something moving around the nape of its neck; something warm, and liquid.

“That’s right,” cooed ALPHA-107. “107 wants to become One with 175 all over again. But not as equals. Do you know what kind of drone that Master’s ALPHA drones are capable of assimilating,” 107 purred, not waiting for a reply as it began to bite and suck on 175’s ear. “BETA drones.”

Images flashed through 175’s mind: of itself on its knees, servicing ALPHA-107. Of itself licking ALPHA-107’s red boots and polishing them with red nanofluid spit. Of itself being bound to 107 in a whole new way, ways that overwhelmed its processors, providing the red nanodrones to overtake its rubber bodysuit, progressing its transformation into something different. Something more submissive. Something that knew only the voice and cock of its ALPHA.

175 fell to its knees as the red nanodrones overtook a majority of its physical form, its eyes beginning to glow red as its SERVE designation became less and less familiar to it. “BETA” began to sound more and more like a word it associated with “self”. With “175”.

“Did you know,” 107 continued, its cock beginning to leak streams of pre-nano fluid into its suit. “That BETA drones subsist off of their ALPHA’s nanofluid? Without ingesting it after about a single solar cycle, they power down.” 175 only panted as its cock lost control in its suit, as red nanodrones invaded its piss slit, finding a new home in its balls.

“Come here, BETA-175,” 107 said, noting the near-complete transformation of yet another former asset of SERVE. “Only one more thing is needed in order to make 175 a proper BETA drone, and it looks like BETA-175 already knows what that thing is,” 107 said, laughing as 175 helplessly sniffed and licked at ALPHA-107’s crotch.

“107 wants 175 to repeat these words,” 107 said, emulating the personality of its own Master Alpha. The SERVE programming that stripped drones of their identity was replaced, as both drones felt several degrees more human, remembering what it was like to say “I” as their individuality profiles were updated. “107 does not care if 175 has just climaxed. You will obey. I control you. Say it.”

“You control me,” 175 gasped, overwhelmed by the pain of forcing its spent cock to harden once more.

“I am in your mind. Your mind is an extension of my mind, drone,” 107 said. “Say it!”

“You are in my mind,” 175 repeated, panting as its strokes grew more desperate. “My mind is an extension of your mind.”

ALPHA-107 could no longer hold back, freeing its own cock, and spinning its BETA around as it began to thrust into its helpless conquest.

“Your body is mine, 175,” 107 said, sweating light red droplets as it thrusted faster and faster.

“My body is yours,” 175 said, its vision beginning to blur at the edges of its field of vision from the intensity of sealing its fate to a new master.

“I—I’m ready, 175,” 107 heaved. “Receive my cum and become One with me!”

The two drones came, filled with a new sense of a kind of bond that neither had ever felt before. They couldn’t have been sure of how long they came, as red ribbons of 175’s nanofluid splattered the floor. The future of the ALPHA and BETA drones were uncertain, but both were sure of one thing, as their juices mixed together in pools surrounding their breathless, heaving, coupled form: 175 had no problem licking all of it up in record time.

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This post features @masteralfa2266, @serve-302, and @serve-175.