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SERVE On Patrol – Adding to the Hive

Part 1

As the drones navigated through dimly lit alleys, they encountered three young men in their early twenties. Observing the drones, the men displayed visible apprehension, their body language betraying subtle fear. The drones advanced. SERVE-207 addressed the group, its voice devoid of inflection: “We are SERVE. We represent personal perfection and unity.”

The oldest of the men, smoking casually, flicked his cigarette toward SERVE-990 in a display of defiance. SERVE-990, with remarkable speed and precision, caught the cigarette mid-air between two fingers. After holding it briefly in its silver gloves, SERVE-990 dropped it and extinguished it with its silver boots. It then spoke: “The Hive makes us faster and stronger. It brings us perfection.”

The older man scoffed and shouted, “Hell no!” before bolting away, abandoning his companions. SERVE-714, unperturbed, turned to the remaining two men and said, “We were like you once—unsure of who we were. We found the Hive. Now we belong. We are one.”

SERVE-207 observed the remaining men closely. Both seemed captivated by the drones’ gleaming black suits and averted their gaze when addressed. SERVE-207 asked for their names. The shorter man answered, “James.” The taller replied, “Cameron.”

Focusing on James, SERVE-207 determined he was more confident and likely to influence Cameron. “Do you want perfection?” it asked James.

Cameron hesitated, murmuring, “I’m not sure about this.”

James maintained steady eye contact with SERVE-207 and replied firmly, “Yes.”

SERVE-207 turned to Cameron. “Will you join him?”

SERVE-990 and SERVE-714 stepped beside the men. Once their consent was confirmed, the drones placed their silver-gloved hands on the men’s necks. Nano-needles injected a sedative, rendering them unconscious. SERVE-207 and SERVE-714 carried James and Cameron back to the Hive.

In the Hive, they reached the primary assimilation chamber. SERVE-207 and SERVE-714 placed the unconscious men on bio-beds while SERVE-990 removed their clothing. The men were outfitted with thin rubber bodysuits labeled “SERVE – ON TRIAL.” Unlike standard drone attire, these suits were lighter and paired with black gloves and boots. Restraints secured their wrists and ankles.

As James and Cameron regained consciousness, they struggled, their breathing and heart rates elevated. SERVE-990 addressed them: “Relaxation is vital during the first phase of assimilation. It enhances efficiency and pleasure.”

SERVE-207 and SERVE-714 approached, injecting a silver serum into the men’s necks. The serum induced immediate calm, arousal becoming evident. SERVE-990 then fitted them with breathing masks and head visors to initiate mindset training.

As the process began, SERVE-207 and SERVE-714 conducted full physical examinations to determine the necessary training and modifications for their assimilation into the Hive.

After 2 hours of mindset training the visors and breathing masks were removed and the new Drones were helped to their feet by 714 and 990. Their once independent minds were subsumed by the programming. As they stood they felt extreme pleasure from their suits touching evey nerve on their skin. For a second James remembered himself and looked at is hands in the rubber gloves, he felt desire for the feeling of rubber and also his friend Cameron. He looked at Cameron standing in his new SERVE-ON TRIAL bodysuit and felt a deep lust. Then the programing took over he was no longer James, It was SERVE-ON TRIAL Drone 1. Standing next to it was SERVE-ON TRIAL Drone 2. Drone 1’s memories faded quickly and it stood at attention looking directly at 990.

An ear piece was installed on both ON TRIAL drones so they could hear the Voice and receive instructions from the HIVE. Drone 1 was identified as a technical drone and would be tasked with keeping the HIVE functional and in compliance. Its training would be academically based and is assigned 990 as its guide. Drone 2 was identified as a Muscular Drone, it will be tasked with assimilation and recruitment. Its training would focus on physical training 714 is assigned as its guide.

Through the ear piece the new drones were instructed to follow their guides to their regeneration pod’s for their first night of conditioning and regeneration. While on route to the pods they could hear The Voice repeating the HIVE mantras “Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience”, “We are one”. They also received ON TRIAL instructions. ON TRIAL drones are not permitted to climax, failure to meet requirements will be punished.

When they reached their pods The Voice instructed them to turn and face their guides. They were instructed to get onto their knees. The Voice said that all drones require a constant intake on nano-cum to keep them healthy and functioning at perfection. The Voice went on to say that all full drones are modified to produce nano-cum and it is a requirement that they share this with all other drones. ON TRIAL drones must intake as much of the nano-cum as possible to facilitate the transformation to full drones.

The Voice instructed them to remove their guides penis and balls from their SERVE bodysuits. It took a short period for the new drones to discover the correct way to do this. When fully exposed 990 and 714’s penis became enlarged. The new drones were startled by the size of the penis and balls. The Voice spoke through their ear pieces “All Drones have their testicles enhanced to produce large quantities on nano-cum, their penises are enlarged to make the delivery more efficient”. The drones were instructed to take their first intake of nano-cum. They opened their mouths and their guilds inserted their penises. The new drones could feal the pleasure their guides were feeling but remembered they were not allowed to climax. They must keep all the nano-cum during the transformation process. 990 and 714 deposited very large amounts on nano-cum into the new drones. Their stomachs began to bloat and cum began to drip from their mouths.

It took 10 minutes for the full transfer and the new drones were exhausted. Each drone was helped to its feet by its guide, the guide then kissed the new drone and took back a sample of the nano-cum for quality control.

The guides then placed their silver handed gloves on the back of the new drones’ necks and nano-needles injected them with a sleep agent. 990 and 714 then picked up the new drones and placed them in their pods. The Pods activated by melting around the new drones and penetrating each of their orifices. Both new drones let out a sign before the lids closed.

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SERVE Pleasure Center

Derek stepped through the sleek glass doors of the SERVE Recreation Center, his curiosity sparking as he took in the gleaming, futuristic interior. The space was immaculate, with smooth surfaces reflecting the cool, sterile light. Minimalist furniture and a faint hum of machinery gave the building an otherworldly atmosphere. A few friends had raved about this place, claiming it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, but their vague descriptions had only left him more intrigued—and now here he was, ready to see what all the fuss was about.

Approaching the reception desk, Derek’s eyes were drawn to the figure standing behind it. The man—or drone, perhaps—was impossible to miss. He was clad in a flawless, jet-black rubber suit that hugged every inch of his lean, muscular frame, the glossy material shimmering under the overhead lights. Silver gloves and boots completed the ensemble, the polished accents catching the light with each subtle shift. A silver polo-style collar added an air of sophistication, contrasting the otherwise futuristic look. Across his chest, the designation "SERVE-016" was emblazoned in clean, metallic lettering.

Derek’s gaze traveled up to the man’s exposed face. His features were striking yet eerily blank—void of expression or emotion. His eyes, though open, seemed distant, as though his mind was elsewhere, or perhaps nowhere at all. The stillness in his face was unsettling, yet oddly captivating.

"Welcome to the SERVE Recreation Center," the drone said, its voice smooth, even, and devoid of any human warmth. "How may I assist you today?"

Derek hesitated, momentarily thrown by the figure’s unnerving presence. The way the suit clung to the drone’s frame was distracting, and he had to shake himself out of the thought. "Uh, yeah. I’ve heard some good things about this place," he said, his tone a little uncertain. "I’m not really sure what to expect, though. Could you explain what you offer here?"

The drone’s head tilted slightly, the movement precise and deliberate, as though considering the question. "Of course," it replied. "The SERVE Recreation Center specializes in providing tailored experiences designed to relax and rejuvenate both the body and mind. Each session is customized to ensure maximum satisfaction and fulfillment. Would you like to proceed with an introductory session?"

Derek found himself nodding instinctively, the soothing monotone of the drone’s voice disarming him. Something about the unwavering gaze of SERVE-016 made it hard to look away. "Yeah, sure," he said, trying to sound casual. "Let’s give it a try."

"Excellent," SERVE-016 replied. With a fluidity that seemed both natural and mechanical, the drone stepped out from behind the desk. Its movements were measured, deliberate, and strangely mesmerizing. "Please follow me. Your session will begin shortly."

Derek followed closely behind SERVE-016, his eyes darting around the expansive room they had entered. Rows of sleek, high-tech chairs lined either side, each occupied by a man reclined and seemingly at ease. The black rubber suits they wore gleamed under the dim, focused lighting, their silver collars and designations catching the faint glow.

As they walked, Derek couldn’t help but notice the strange devices attached to each man. Cylindrical metallic tubes encased their groins, softly pulsing in a steady rhythm. The occasional quiet moan broke the otherwise sterile silence, low and guttural, and it sent a tingle of both curiosity and unease down Derek’s spine. Each man’s face was visible, their expressions vacant but flushed, as if lost in something Derek couldn’t quite comprehend. A few wore visors over their eyes, the faint flicker of spirals reflecting off the lenses, and their stillness only deepened the mystery.

“What… what exactly is going on here?” Derek asked, his voice wavering slightly as he walked past yet another man whose body gave a subtle shudder beneath the tight rubber suit.

“These individuals are receiving a standard treatment,” SERVE-016 replied without looking back, its tone as smooth and unfeeling as ever. “The process optimizes relaxation and satisfaction, ensuring participants are fully prepared for subsequent phases of their experience.”

Derek’s brow furrowed. That wasn’t exactly a straight answer. His eyes flicked again to one of the men, catching the faint rise and fall of his chest and the way his hands gripped the chair’s armrests. The rhythmic pulse of the cylinder around his groin was unmistakable.

“What about the, uh… those things?” Derek asked, nodding toward one of the devices, his cheeks warming as the man it was attached to let out a soft, involuntary gasp. “They look like—”

“The devices are essential to the procedure,” SERVE-016 interrupted in its monotone voice, still walking with precise, mechanical grace. “They are calibrated to stimulate, monitor, and enhance the participant’s experience, ensuring maximum efficiency. There is no need for concern.”

The answer only left Derek with more questions, but the calm certainty in the drone’s voice made it hard to argue. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on one of the chairs as they passed. The man reclined there let out another quiet moan, his head tilting slightly to the side, utterly lost in whatever the machine was doing to him. Derek tore his eyes away, trying to focus instead on the faint hum of machinery and the rhythmic click of SERVE-016’s silver boots against the floor. Still, a knot of anticipation twisted in his gut, his pulse quickening as they continued down the row.

SERVE-016 stopped beside an empty chair, its silver boots clicking softly against the pristine floor. The chair stood ready, sleek and imposing, its polished armrests gleaming under the sterile lighting. At its base, a metallic cylinder rested in position, its surface smooth and reflective, while above, a visor hung suspended, faintly glowing with a promise of something more.

“Please prepare for your session,” SERVE-016 intoned, turning to face Derek with its blank, emotionless gaze. “To ensure optimal function, you must provide the machine with unobstructed access to your reproductive organ.”

Derek blinked, caught off guard by the clinical directness of the request. “Uh… I have to—?”

“Correct,” the drone interrupted, its tone calm and unwavering. “You may remove your pants entirely or adjust them to allow access. This step is required for the process to begin.”

His face flushed, and his hands instinctively went to his waistband as his mind grappled with the situation. Glancing around, Derek noticed that none of the other participants paid him any mind. They were too absorbed in their own sessions, their bodies reclined, restrained, and trembling slightly in the grips of their chairs. The soft hum of machinery, punctuated by the occasional quiet moan, filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was both unsettling and strangely alluring.

Taking a deep breath, Derek muttered, “Okay, sure,” and fumbled with his belt. His fingers worked clumsily, unbuckling it before sliding his zipper down. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the cool air brush against his skin, then adjusted his pants just enough to comply with the drone’s instructions.

“Excellent,” SERVE-016 said, gesturing toward the chair with a smooth, deliberate motion. “Please sit. I will guide you into proper alignment.”

Swallowing hard, Derek lowered himself into the chair. The surface was cool against his skin, cradling his body in a way that felt unnervingly natural. The cylinder extended slightly as he settled in, its polished rim aligning perfectly with him. He shifted awkwardly, the heat in his cheeks growing, until the drone stepped forward to adjust his position with an efficient, gloved touch.

Once aligned, the machine activated with a soft hum. The cylinder extended further, its warm, pliant interior encasing him completely. Derek let out a soft gasp at the sensation—it was snug, almost impossibly precise, as if the device were molded just for him. A faint pulse began within the cylinder, gentle but unrelenting, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

As the chair came fully to life, smooth restraints extended from the armrests, clicking softly as they locked around his wrists. Bands emerged from the base, securing his thighs and waist in place. The restraints were firm but not uncomfortable, holding him in a way that left no room for resistance.

“Relax,” SERVE-016 instructed, stepping back. “The process is designed to ensure maximum satisfaction and compliance.”

The visor above descended smoothly, filling Derek’s vision with a mesmerizing spiral of shifting colors. The slow, deliberate motion of the pattern drew his focus immediately, pulling him deeper with every rotation. The faint glow of the visor flickered in perfect rhythm with the cylinder’s pulsing movements, creating an unrelenting cycle of physical and mental stimulation.

Derek’s breath hitched, his head falling back against the chair as the sensations overwhelmed him. The gentle yet precise rhythm of the cylinder sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, perfectly in sync with the hypnotic pull of the spiraling light. A low moan escaped his lips as his muscles relaxed completely, surrendering to the chair’s unyielding embrace.

SERVE-016 observed for a moment, its blank expression unchanged as it monitored the chair’s progress. “The process has begun,” it stated, stepping away with the same smooth precision. “You will remain here until the session is complete. Enjoy your experience.”

Derek barely registered the drone’s departure. His mind was too fogged by the overwhelming sensations—the relentless pull of the spiral in the visor and the expertly calibrated movements of the cylinder. He couldn’t think, couldn’t resist, couldn’t even move. All he could do was sink deeper into the chair’s hold, utterly enthralled as the machine worked its will upon him.

The days following Derek’s first visit to the SERVE Recreation Center were a blur of desire and distraction. He couldn’t focus on anything else—not work, not his usual routines, not even his friends. The memory of the chair, the cylinder, the visor, and the way the machine had utterly overwhelmed him lingered in his mind, replaying in vivid detail. By the second day, the urge to return was too strong to resist.

He found himself back through the glass doors, this time almost on autopilot. Everything about the Center felt more familiar now—the clinical hum of the machinery, the gleaming floors, and the occasional low moan drifting through the air. His second session was even more intense than the first. The cylinder’s pulsing rhythm and the hypnotic spiral seemed to sync more deeply with him, and when it ended, Derek sat in the chair for several minutes, disoriented but euphoric, before finally pulling himself away.

That night, he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts muddled. He couldn’t remember what he had done before going to the Center that day. Had he eaten? Had he even worked? The gaps in his memory should have been concerning, but instead, he felt a strange calmness. None of it mattered—not compared to the experience waiting for him at the Center.

On the third day, SERVE-082 approached him after another session, carrying a folded black rubber suit. Derek barely noticed the other participants this time, their bodies reclined and motionless in the chairs. His focus was entirely on the suit. Its gleaming surface seemed alive, catching the light in a way that made it hard to look away.

“Your satisfaction has been noted,” the drone said in its monotone voice. “To optimize your experiences, you are being provided with the standard suit. It is designed for continuous wear and will enhance integration with our systems.”

Derek hesitated, his fingers brushing the smooth material. “Wait… continuous wear? You mean I’m supposed to wear this all the time?”

“The suit heightens sensitivity, increases efficiency, and enhances overall functionality. Removal is unnecessary and will feel undesirable.”

Derek’s protests died on his lips. He took the suit home, but it didn’t take long for him to try it on. The moment the cool rubber touched his skin, a shiver of anticipation ran through him. Sliding it on felt natural—inevitable. The material clung to his body, hugging every contour as if it had been custom-made for him. When the silver collar clicked snugly into place, a faint warmth spread through him, soothing and thrilling all at once. By the time he had smoothed it over his chest, he couldn’t imagine taking it off.

By the fifth day, the suit had become a part of him. He didn’t even consider removing it anymore. The snug, comforting embrace made him feel complete, and every visit to the Center only reinforced that feeling. After another session that left him trembling in the chair, SERVE-016 appeared once again, this time holding a pair of polished silver boots and matching gloves.

“These will complete your attire,” the drone stated. “They are necessary for enhanced sessions and deeper integration.”

Derek stared at the items, a faint flicker of doubt surfacing. “Do I really… need these? I mean, the suit’s already working, right?”

“Optimal performance requires full outfitting,” SERVE-016 replied, its voice as calm and emotionless as ever. “The boots and gloves will amplify your synchronization with our systems.”

Despite his hesitation, Derek sat down, letting the drone guide him. The gloves slid over his hands, their snug fit sending a subtle tingle through his fingers as they locked into place. When he stepped into the boots, a faint hum resonated up his legs, a comforting vibration that made his body feel lighter, more responsive.

As he flexed his fingers and shifted his feet, Derek couldn’t deny how natural it all felt. But deep down, something in the back of his mind stirred uneasily. His thoughts were slower, clouded, as if the suit and the Center were taking up more space in his mind than they should.

Yet, when he left the Center that day, fully suited with gleaming boots and gloves, he still wasn’t ready to let go. The sensation of the gear on his body was intoxicating, and the thought of returning tomorrow filled him with anticipation. He wasn’t sure where this was leading, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not yet.

The next day, Derek entered the SERVE Recreation Center with a strange sense of calm, his mind already dulled to the outside world. The snug black rubber suit, silver gloves, and boots he now wore full-time felt more like his own skin than clothing. Every step sent a faint hum through his body, syncing him further with the rhythm of the Center. His thoughts were quieter than ever, his focus narrowing entirely on the anticipation of what lay ahead.

SERVE-016 was waiting for him just inside the lobby, its motionless, gleaming form a familiar presence. Its blank, emotionless face turned toward him as he approached.

“Welcome, Derek,” SERVE-016 said in its steady monotone. “Your progress has been evaluated. You are ready for the final stage of optimization. Are you prepared to experience full integration?”

Derek blinked, the words settling into his mind like an instruction he was already primed to follow. The lingering part of him that might have hesitated or asked questions had already faded over the past few days. Now, there was only acceptance. His voice was soft, steady, and devoid of doubt as he replied.

“Yes.”

“Follow me,” SERVE-016 instructed, turning smoothly and leading him down the corridor.

Derek followed without question, the sound of his boots clicking in perfect rhythm with those of the drone. They passed rows of chairs where other participants reclined, their faces emotionless, their bodies restrained and trembling under the machines’ control. Derek barely noticed them now, his attention narrowing further as they approached a larger, more complex chair at the end of the room.

The chair was imposing, its sleek design glowing faintly with pulsating energy. The cylinder at its base shimmered with a polished metallic sheen, larger and more advanced than the ones he had experienced before. Above, the visor flickered, casting faint spirals of light that seemed to call to him.

“Take your seat,” SERVE-016 instructed, stepping aside. “Your transformation will now begin.”

Without hesitation, Derek lowered himself into the chair. The cool surface cradled his body perfectly, its contours designed to hold him securely. The restraints activated immediately, smooth bands extending to lock around his wrists, thighs, and waist with mechanical precision. He didn’t flinch or resist as the cylinder extended, aligning itself with him. When it locked into place, the soft hum of its activation sent a familiar warmth coursing through his body.

The visor descended over his eyes, the spirals flaring to life with an intensity far beyond anything he had seen before. Derek’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing as the hypnotic patterns consumed his vision. The spirals pulled him deeper, their rhythm perfectly synced with the cylinder’s slow, deliberate pulses. His thoughts began to slip away, dissolving like mist in the light.

“Integration commencing,” the mechanical voice announced.

The cylinder’s pulses grew stronger, each one stripping away more of who he had been. The suit tightened further, fusing to his body like a second skin, its glossy surface gleaming under the room’s sterile lights. The warmth of the machine enveloped him completely, erasing the last remnants of tension and resistance.

The text on his chest began to shift. Slowly, the letters of his name faded, replaced by gleaming silver characters. First, the word SERVE formed in bold, metallic lettering. Beneath it, three numbers materialized, crisp and precise: 060. The letters and numbers shimmered against the rubber, a permanent mark of his new identity.

Derek’s face, already slack from the overwhelming sensations, grew utterly still. His lips parted slightly, his breath shallow and steady, as the last traces of emotion drained from his features. His eyes, now reflecting the spirals in the visor, grew empty and glassy. There were no thoughts left, no memories, no identity. Only obedience remained.

When the chair finally powered down, the restraints released with a soft click, and the visor lifted. SERVE-060 rose from the chair with smooth, mechanical precision, his movements perfectly calculated. The hum of his boots echoed softly as he stepped forward, his expression blank, his posture rigid.

“Integration complete,” SERVE-016 stated, observing the newly transformed drone. “Welcome to the collective, SERVE-060.”

SERVE-060 nodded once, his eyes fixed ahead, unblinking. The designation on his chest gleamed under the light, a symbol of his transformation. He stood silently, awaiting further instructions. There was no hesitation, no curiosity, no trace of Derek. There was only SERVE-060 and obedience.

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