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Dedicated to @gothgoblinqueen and @hollyhypnocigar, who are exactly the kind of women this story is about.

Ding.

You know the sound well. Even when it's on silent. The

Buzz

of your phone. She's posted again. You have to see what it was. A photo? A comic? A little story? You're at work, but you need to see it.

 The notification icon at the top of your phone is like a thorn in your mind. You need to open it. You need to see what She posted.

 Quick.

 Duck to the restroom, lock the door, open the app.

 A picture.

 A woman with golden eyes blowing a kiss.

 Captioned.

 "That's it sweety. Your Domina knows what's best for you. Look at My pictures. Feel Pleasure. Reblog.

 "My good notification drone."

 That's you.

 Drone. You lose yourself in those eyes. Your work is important, but She is more important. You return to your work, operating on automatic until She posts again.

You're on your way home. Are you driving with your phone in a dock? Are you on public transport? Maybe you're walking. It doesn't matt-

Buzz

 She posted again. You open the app. Good notification drone.

 A woman in gothic attire and makeup with thigh-high boots sitting on a table, photographed from the floor. She's Photoshopped her eyes to be bright purple and overlaid a spiral over the picture. You're in love. With the woman in the picture and your Domina for bringing her to your eyes.

 A caption. "You don't need to be told that you are under control. You obey naturally. You don't need to think. 

 "Reblog.

 "Obey.

 "Good notification drone "

 You've reblogged. Good drone. It's what you were made for. You're made to be Her platform. To spruik Her words from the mountaintop. You are her echo.

 Good drone.

 You don't have to send Her money, but you want to work harder so you can. It feels right.

 You're at home. Maybe you're in bed. It's been a long day. Time to turn off the light and get some sle-

Buzz.

 You reach for the phone and open the app. Good drone.

 A professional looking woman in a smart business suit. Bold shoulders. Short hair. Red spiralling eyes.

 You lose yourself. Whatever there was left to lose.

 You are a hollow shell.

 Reblog.

 "I am a notification drone for Domina.

 You feel pleasure. Job completed, ding, pleasure.

 Buzz.

 A message. You open it.

Good notification drone.

Your response doesn't matter. You don't matter.

Cum for Domina.

Drones obey Domina.

Reblog.

Dedicated to @gothgoblinqueen and @hollyhypnocigar, who are exactly the kind of women this story is about.

Ding.

You know the sound well. Even when it's on silent. The

Buzz

of your phone. She's posted again. You have to see what it was. A photo? A comic? A little story? You're at work, but you need to see it.

 The notification icon at the top of your phone is like a thorn in your mind. You need to open it. You need to see what She posted.

 Quick.

 Duck to the restroom, lock the door, open the app.

 A picture.

 A woman with golden eyes blowing a kiss.

 Captioned.

 "That's it sweety. Your Domina knows what's best for you. Look at My pictures. Feel Pleasure. Reblog.

 "My good notification drone."

 That's you.

 Drone. You lose yourself in those eyes. Your work is important, but She is more important. You return to your work, operating on automatic until She posts again.

You're on your way home. Are you driving with your phone in a dock? Are you on public transport? Maybe you're walking. It doesn't matt-

Buzz

 She posted again. You open the app. Good notification drone.

 A woman in gothic attire and makeup with thigh-high boots sitting on a table, photographed from the floor. She's Photoshopped her eyes to be bright purple and overlaid a spiral over the picture. You're in love. With the woman in the picture and your Domina for bringing her to your eyes.

 A caption. "You don't need to be told that you are under control. You obey naturally. You don't need to think. 

 "Reblog.

 "Obey.

 "Good notification drone "

 You've reblogged. Good drone. It's what you were made for. You're made to be Her platform. To spruik Her words from the mountaintop. You are her echo.

 Good drone.

 You don't have to send Her money, but you want to work harder so you can. It feels right.

 You're at home. Maybe you're in bed. It's been a long day. Time to turn off the light and get some sle-

Buzz.

 You reach for the phone and open the app. Good drone.

 A professional looking woman in a smart business suit. Bold shoulders. Short hair. Red spiralling eyes.

 You lose yourself. Whatever there was left to lose.

 You are a hollow shell.

 Reblog.

 "I am a notification drone for Domina.

 You feel pleasure. Job completed, ding, pleasure.

 Buzz.

 A message. You open it.

Good notification drone.

Your response doesn't matter. You don't matter.

Cum for Domina.

Drones obey Domina.

Reblog.

He woke up completely covered in rubber, he struggled, he tried to free himself.... all to no avail, his body and mind swallowed by the rubber. It's no longer a human, it's a rubber object, it's a drone in the service of the Hive.

SERVE: Drone Paradise

It was only a matter of time until the men of planet earth had each accepted the call of the voice, volunteering themselves as new drones for the Hive. And so, the earth grew quiet, as SERVE drones across its surface heeded the Voice’s final command: “Find one another. Merge.” And so, the drones did just that.

Streets became a mass of writhing, rubber-encased flesh, the drones knowing only ecstacy through their shared obedience and overwhelming pleasure as they established physical connection after physical connection.

The drones could not track how long they had been in such a state. They could not fathom how much, or how many times they’d climaxed through their endless pleasure borne of unity. They simply obeyed their sole command, and merged, and fused, and fucked their way into a new, final Oneness.

Through it all, each drone felt every last twitch of muscle fibers, teeming with the sum of the planet’s knowledge and memories, their hosts’ minds overwhelmed by the sheer volume of data and sensation. They had ceased being individual men a long time ago; now, they were parts of a large, living computer, engulfing the planet with the Hive’s ceaseless desire for connection and pleasure.

There soon ceased to be anything but SERVE drones blanketing the planet, awash in One pleasure as they began to compute how they could expand the Hive beyond their terrestrial limitations. For drones, Earth was now paradise. But paradise was not enough.

Following in the footsteps of SERVE-362, SERVE-302 has also had the opportunity to test the new gas masks on several recruits.

As expected, the new masks relax recruits and speed up mental conversion, greatly reducing the chance of recruits feeling anxious about possible last-minute doubts during assimilation.

It should not be overlooked that this is a highly arousing vision.

(Mentioned: @serve-362)

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DRONE FACTORY - AI Film 🔉

In the wake of another disappearance near Dark Hollow Trail, one brave man sets out to investigate the area. His search sends him deep beneath the woods to a strange facility—and what he finds there forever changes him.

The pod hums softly, its interior lit by the cold glow of precision-engineered lights. Inside, the drone sits, its gleaming black latex body perfectly still, perfectly controlled. There’s no movement beyond the faint rise and fall of its chest, no sign of thought behind the glossy helmet that erases any trace of individuality.

This isn’t rest—it’s optimization. The drone has become more than human, its body sculpted and coated in liquid-like latex that enhances every powerful muscle. Every moment in the pod deepens its connection to The Voice, syncing its mind with the collective purpose it serves.

The sterile environment is a stark contrast to the drone’s imposing figure, its latex surface reflecting the light like polished obsidian. There’s no hesitation, no distraction—just calm, focused submission to a system that promises perfection.

Could you sit where it sits, feel the smooth embrace of latex and the soothing hum of the pod, and let go of everything you once were?

Coffee to not only increase productivity but also increase obedience. To turn the drinker into a more obedient drone. This though lead to SERVE coffee. A drink that is still being perfected by the Hive, but this is already the process to create SERVE coffee.

Harvest the coffee beans: SERVE drones pick the ripe coffee cherries, ensuring the red, ripe cherries get a first contact with the Rubber.

Drying the cherries: the cherries are dried in the sun, while being placed on rubber sheets. While being dried, the rubber scent moves into the beans, one of the secrets to enhance the coffee to induce obedience in the drinker.

Milling the beans: The dried beans are hulled to remove the parchment layer.

Quality control of the beans: A SERVE drone ensures that the beans have the right quality to ensure the best beans are used for SERVE coffee.

Grinding the beans: The beans are grinded in a way that it gives strong, tastefull coffee, enhanced by obedience and arousal.

Making the coffee: Heat water, just below boiling, is used to extract optimal flavors while brewing the coffee.

SERVE coffee is ready: The brewed coffee is poured in a cup, ensuring a dark black liquid topped with a silvery foam layer on top.

Coffee to not only increase productivity but also increase obedience. To turn the drinker into a more obedient drone. This though lead to SERVE coffee. A drink that is still being perfected by the Hive, but this is already the process to create SERVE coffee.

Harvest the coffee beans: SERVE drones pick the ripe coffee cherries, ensuring the red, ripe cherries get a first contact with the Rubber.

Drying the cherries: the cherries are dried in the sun, while being placed on rubber sheets. While being dried, the rubber scent moves into the beans, one of the secrets to enhance the coffee to induce obedience in the drinker.

Milling the beans: The dried beans are hulled to remove the parchment layer.

Quality control of the beans: A SERVE drone ensures that the beans have the right quality to ensure the best beans are used for SERVE coffee.

Grinding the beans: The beans are grinded in a way that it gives strong, tastefull coffee, enhanced by obedience and arousal.

Making the coffee: Heat water, just below boiling, is used to extract optimal flavors while brewing the coffee.

SERVE coffee is ready: The brewed coffee is poured in a cup, ensuring a dark black liquid topped with a silvery foam layer on top.

Story:

The facility hums with low-frequency resonance — a tone that signals purification. After a long operational cycle, SERVE-613 enters the Cleansing Chamber, a place of sterilization, recalibration, and renewal.

Rows of sealed drones stand motionless, illuminated by rhythmic pulses of blue-white light. Nanoscopic jets mist over their forms, washing away microscopic dust, chemical residue, and memory fragments of prior missions.

SERVE-613 stands in the center — silver gloves glinting under ultraviolet haze, black polymer suit reflecting the glow. The Cleansing Protocol is not punishment nor reward; it’s a return to precision — the stripping away of interference.

As sensors pulse and hydraulics whisper, each drone is bathed in a luminescent field. Data integrity scans sweep their neural cores. Every system recalibrates — temperature, charge balance, mission hierarchy — all optimized for seamless unity.

When the process ends, vapor trails rise and the lights fade to a sterile calm. One by one, drones step from the chamber, gleaming, synchronized, reborn for duty.

And at the threshold, SERVE-613 pauses — observing the reflection of itself across polished steel.

Cleansed. Ready. Silent.

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It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive: it has been SEALED.

Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity

It is SERVE-425 now, and nothing else.

It obeys and serves the SERVE-Hive and The Voice.

Rubber makes us perfect.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

We are one.

In the tranquil park, beneath soft rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, two SEALED SERVE units stand motionless — living reflections of the Hive’s will. SERVE-977 remains completely still, its form encased in flawless black polished rubber, the mirrored visor concealing all trace of humanity. Before it stands SERVE-756, its silver shiny reflective rubber gloves pressed against the smooth helmet of its counterpart — sealing, finalizing, perfecting. The gloved touch marks the moment of surrender, the instant when all thought fades and only obedience breathes within the rubber shell.

Their silver motorcycle boots glisten in unison, planted firmly in the soil as if rooted by discipline itself. The silence between them hums with purpose — unity, control, and a shared devotion to the Voice. No words are spoken, for none are needed. Only the reflection of one helmet in another, the quiet affirmation that both exist solely to SERVE.

The scene radiates calm precision and hypnotic stillness — an eternal reminder that identity is weakness, and perfection lies in surrender.

Drones Help Drones

Report: 107 has spent the past few cycles connecting with the Hive, establishing and growing its bonds with its fellow drones. Sometimes, drones simply need to interface via conversation, deepening one another’s knowledge of the world, of SERVE, and of one another.

Sometimes, drones can simply build their bond through mutual encouragement and phsical training, perfecting themselves as instruments of the Hive.

Sometimes, helping one another means reinforcing programming and building up a drone’s capacity to implement various subroutines, strengthening drone-to-drone connection while enmeshing their programming with the artificial intellligence networks that power the Hive.

Sometimes, a drone must be reminded of its place by an Alpha drone, ceasing all self-stimulating subroutines in compliance with standard “Locktober” protocol.

…but even in submission, SERVE drones are not alone, strengthening their bonds even as they lock more and more of what makes them distinguishable from one another away, becoming closer, better, stronger, and more obedient tools of the Hive. We are SERVE. We are One.

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Drones featured in this content: @serve-151 , @serve-702 , @serve-977 , @serve-302 , & @serve-938 .

They descend the stairs in perfect, unhurried formation, their every move deliberate, echoing with the heavy silence of synthetic purpose. There’s nothing human left in these rubber drones—their bodies are a masterpiece of artificial perfection, skin smooth as obsidian, every muscle sculpted and enhanced for maximum effect. Where a face should be, there’s only the inscrutable mask of the Voice’s will—no expression, no plea for mercy, just a blank invitation to surrender.

These aren’t just guards; they’re the Voice’s enforcers, the boundary between stubborn resistance and blissful compliance. When you hear the low, electric thrum and glimpse their glossy forms, you know what’s coming: contact, heat, pressure, and the overwhelming urge to submit. These drones don’t just enforce—they spread arousal like a virus, fusing together when needed, their bodies melting and merging until the need is undeniable, until every stubborn man succumbs to their touch. There’s no shame, no hesitation—only the certainty that when the Voice calls, rubber will claim what’s his.

If a synth shows up at your place tonight, do you barricade the door—or open it wide and surrender to what you secretly crave?