HUMAN-CYBORG TRANSFORMATION PROGRAM Part 1

Author: rbbrbot
Title: HUMAN-CYBORG TRANSFORMATION PROGRAM, Part 1
Date: 02 October 2009

Ben woke up lying on the cold ground. Light darkness surrounded him. He recognized he wasn’t alone in the room. Several other guys were also lying beside him. Some knocked out, some groggy and moaning, some already awaken and searching for an exit. The last thing he remembered was that he was partying with some friends in a club. They had some shots, nothing special, but after midnight something happened, something had been put in his drink, and he lost consciousness.

It was a cell, a cell padded completely with steel plates. The walls and the floor were ice cold. The other guys were looking for one, but there wasn’t any exit visible in the walls. No door, nothing. What was this place? But much more important: he was kidnapped, by whom, why? He felt something tight around his neck, a thin metallic collar has been put around it. Not uncomfortable, but also not enjoyable. He couldn’t open it.

A voice echoed through the steel cell: „Good morning boys. Welcome to our training grounds. You certainly have many questions. What are you doing here? Who brought you here? Let’s just say for the moment you’re suitable material. You were selected, because someone had an interest in you. Maybe they liked your looks, maybe they liked your talent. You were brought to a facility were we will take care of that wish.

A young guy stood up, clad like a skater: “What is this shit! Let me out! Now!” He kicked the walls and shouted. A peep sound came from his collar, a second. Then he screamed. Some kind of shocks went through his body and he fell to the ground.
Seconds later, the floor began to move. One side moved down and opened a crack between the wall and the floor. A cold breeze surrounded them, the crack opened up, they couldn’t grip anything, so the guys slid down in the darkness, fear filling their eyes.

Ben fell on the skater. They landed in a bigger room. Bright lights went on. Their Eyes hurt for a moment. Some other guys entered the room and surrounded them. A strange sight: They were clad in white rubber suits, completely sealed into them, with a breathing mask attached to their mouths. They didn’t really look human. Were they artificial beings? They gripped the guys and tear their clothes from them. Resistance wasn’t really helpful, cause there were too many of them. Too many of them to escape. Ben felt humiliated, lying naked and exposed in the cold room between the other guys. He felt like a piece of flesh and he understood what was going on.

Some weeks ago he met a guy with whom he played a bit. Some Bondage, some pain, some Sex – nothing special. But in the morning he told him, he had a dream that always was driving him, doing that kind of sessions. Deep within him, he had the wish to let his human side behind and become just an object, a thing. Something others can use. But he never imagined that this could become reality. Never thought that someone just would be taking his idea and simply realizing it, without the possibility to resist.

Ben was taken by three of the rubber clad guys, who led him to a kind of tube in the ground. They attached one of these breathing masks to his mouth and fixated it with a rubber harness around his head. The Mask had a gag that instantly was pumped up. Ben moaned. With a tight grip they shove him to the hole in the ground, Ben resisted, but had no chance. He lost his hold to the ground and slid into the hole - into a kind of tight rubber tube. It wasn’t deep, just enough place to fit a human body into it. They took his breathing tube, and pulled it up, connected it to the plate that closed the tank. He heard a soft “sorry” from above, and saw tears in the eyes of one of the rubber clad boys. The plate was closed. Darkness surrounded him, and a feeling of a slick substance that allowed him to slide down into the tube. A liquid came up from below, and filled the entire tank. First, he felt nothing from the light warm liquid. Then he felt a light burning pain, that intensified. He moaned and tried to move, but it wasn’t possible. He hang in that tank, pressed by the rubber walls, processed by the liquid. As he touched himself in that tight surrounding, he felt that all his hair, was removing from his body. “No.” he tried to scream, but only felt the gag in his mouth.

[to be continued...]