The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid Part 2

Author: Ironrubstone
Title: The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid Part 2
Date: 27 October 2014

Hey folks,
here is part two of the story. In fact I melted part two and parts of another story into this one. Still I added and rewrote quiet a lot that was on my mind. Hope you'll like it.


The Assimilation Part 2

Processing Mike - The Hive Needs An Overmind

The two men entered the room, it was dim and contained a large central column, surrounded by wires, tubes, cables and other items of equipment and machinery. Extending down from this column, was an arm ending with a chair similar to that he’d seen in Dan’s chamber, made of the same type of black rubber and contoured to fit a body. Pointing away from the seat and between the leg supports was a segmented steel arm entwined with tubes and hoses. But this one did not end in a large ribbed phallus like Dan’s there was just an empty socket.

“We’ve needed, a mind, a leader as nasty, sick and twisted like you, for the Hive quite some time now. You will soon be the Hives’ Overmind!”

Lucas pointed at a large package of rubber lying on the chair.

“What is this?” Mike asked.

“They are your new suits, something I‘ve been working on.” Lucas replied. “Get out of your clothes,” He commanded, “and get into them.”

“And if I don‘t?” Mike demanded.

“I’ll call for the guards now, they will be here in seconds forcing these suits on you. Trust me it will not be pretty from now on! Still it’s up to you, bitch.” Lucas pushed a button on his remote tablet.

All of a sudden Mike responded trying to knock over Lucas and ran to the door. But just in this second it opened before him and three of the heavily armored and gasmasked guards entered the room. There was no chance to escape and without further protest, he started sliding off his lycra top followed by his precum soaked shorts, exposing his package. His aroused state was obvious.

Stepping out of the small pile of lycra, he picked up the first thin black rubber suit held out by one guard and unzipped it. Fluid with that familiar smell, oozed from the opening. The guards had helped him to his chair and worked the very thin suit onto his body. He noticed that it was ribbed all over, each rib being the seize of a small finger. Pulling it closer to his eyes, he could see the inside was meshed with circuitry and tubes. This was the latest in the facility’s inter-face suit technology.

He felt the thin latex as it began to cover his limbs and eventually reached his crotch. They slipped his cock and balls into a tight sheath, a cock and ball sheath with a very narrow rubber ring edged opening. The cock raked the tight circle and one of the guards tenderly stretched and eased the balls into place before the tight ring snapped into place at the base of his scrotum, effectively locking his package in the sheath. The tight rubber caressed and inevitable arousal just increased the tactile pleasure from the tight stretchy rubber. The slippery inside let them into the rubber prison so easily. He felt the guard fumbling and tugging on his cock seemingly with growing lust as his breathing bags showed to Mike.

“Easy, my lovely rubberguards, a lot of work needs to be done to our new Overmind of the Hive before you three think of your rewards.” Lucas grinned.

Next Mike felt the easing of a plug into his ass. This plug seemed so much larger than others he knew but its narrow neck allowed his muscles to close over its base comfortable though the presence of the monster inside was very noticeable and sent shivers through his whole being.
Then the guards continued pulling the suit on his body. It seemed to be sleeveless and had shoulder straps that slipped easily over his shoulders. Mike felt a hard tug on his nipples as they slipped them through some small and tight reinforced slits in the chest of the suit. The reinforcements effectively locked the nipple tip outside of the suit. He could tell his nipples were erect and prominent. Cool air wafted the exposed nubs while the building heat of the rubber beneath provided stark contrast and awareness of the exposed points of aroused flesh. He felt their heavy gloves easily slide over one of the tender things and he shuddered in anticipation. They gave it a hard, quick pinch and his, “Ouch.” Made them panting for breath and excitement.

“What!?” Mike snorted.

“Oh, you really seem to love it so. That suit is yours for life. And you’re the hives’ for life. I bet, you‘ll serve it well.” Lucas said.

After that Mike felt them pulling another garment up. He could tell this was a bit heavier rubber but it also seemed to only be a brief. When they got it to his cock and ass, they worked the aroused cock into a series of tight rubber bands. He couldn’t tell how these bands were part of this device, but he knew there were at least four of them…probably more as they tightly gripped his cock. The last band fit right at the base of the head of his enraged cock. He felt the bulging head squeezed by the sheath and the shaft encased in the multiple rings. Then they slipped another series of rings over his balls, binding them tightly. A slow pain swelled from his crotch as the things were encircled in a tight rubber vice. The shaft was covered in heavy stiff rubber but the head was open to delights in its much thinner rubber.

The guards now began to work a third item a much heavier suit onto his body. The suit was tight and the rubber thick, stiff and cold. He felt it gripping his legs as the 3 guards worked the thing up. As his body heated the suit, he could tell it was more pliant to his movements but the most restricting rubber suit he had ever worn. Heavy weight rubber boots were attached to the bottom and they had him stand to pull the suit over his hips. He felt his cock slip into another sheath and one of the guards again worked it through some reinforced opening at just the right place.

“Put your arms out.” Lucas commanded as the guards weren’t able to speak due to their inflated gags and they had to focus on breathing steadily to suck enough fresh air into their backpack breathing systems.

Mike obeyed and felt two long gloves roll onto his arms. The gloves went to his armpit. Then the heavy rubber of the suit was being worked onto his arms. The inside of the suit too was very slippery with the familiar gel and the rubber against rubber slid effortlessly onto rubber-clad arms. His fingers and thumbs easily glided into waiting tubes of very thick and stiff mitts. The fingers were comfortably curved and separated but he could not bend or close them into a fist. He touched his leg and could tell the hands were locked into two useless paddles of thick foam filled rubber.

“Don’t ask me to do anything in these things.” Mike said still jokingly.

“You can handle that, bitch. Gawd, you look so grand and it’s only half done!” Lucas said in an evil tone.

The suit was now pulled to his chest and he felt a hard pinch as one of the guards squeezed, then released what had to be vacuum chrome steel cups over each of his nipples. By the time they had them added he was ready for about anything. Again there was some fumbling around the nipples and a subtle snap.

“There, the cups are now sealed over your nipples and the first suit. Those silver cups look so good against the shiny black!” Lucas said lovingly.
Mike waited for what came next. Two of the guards closed the back zipper of the suit and he felt its tight caress increase.

“Now they have to strap your legs down so they can close the built-in corset of the suit.”
Mike felt wide straps on his legs tighten against his thighs.

“Are you sure the suit needs a corset? This is already pretty darn tight.” Mike said in an alarmed voice.

“Don’t question our methods or you will regret!” commanded Lucas.

His tone seemed to change some. Mike realized that he was pretty helpless with the mitts on his hands just as Dan had been before. He relaxed and let the guards work on the back of the suit. He felt the increasing tightness as the corset slowly closed.

Behind him the guards carefully threaded the loops with high-strength wire. They pulled the thing closed and finally they clamped the wire and cut off the excess. They tucked the wire clamps into a little pouch designed to hide them and sealed it shut. He didn’t know this turn of events and the obvious permanence the action they had done implied.

Next Mike felt binders locked to his arms. He was sitting on the stool strapped at the legs and arms locked. He was helpless. The mirrored wall before him revealed his transformation into some sort of gleaming rubber human shaped figure. The light played on the polished rubber. It made the black look even deeper. The rubber hid the flaws that are human behind shiny rubber perfection. The glint of the silver cups on his chest served to emphasize the total blackness of the rest of his form. He was an erotic ebony statue of lust, a shiny black sacrifice to the altar of the Hive. He felt pre-cum adding to the slick interior of his sheath and shuddered a hundredth time in the last minutes…or so it seemed.

“Now for the first hood.” Lucas introduced.

The guards took an open face hood and slipped it over Mikes head. It had anatomic ears that fitted against his lobes and then some sort of plugs slipped deep into the ear canal. The studs actually seemed to keep the plugs in place. Sound snuffed off. He looked questioningly and said, “I can’t hear.”

“The plugs are necessary to keep out fluid.” He heard Lucas’ voice through a mechanical device inside the plugs. “See you can hear me perfectly.” The studs provide an antenna link to a miniature transmitter in the plugs.

Mike nodded.

“Open wide!” One guard held a menacingly large rubber gag that seemed shaped to fit the inside of a mouth perfectly. It had a round three quarter-inch diameter opening in its mouth and the opening seemed to pass all the way through the thing to the back. He opened his mouth and the huge thing passed his lips. It filled his mouth. He grunted as he gagged on the thing. His tongue found a little rubber pouch to slip into and when the thing seemed to be breaking his jaw, his teeth found slots to close into. The reflex to bite down was too much and he closed his mouth over the thing. When he tried to open again his teeth were locked into the gag by suction.

“This gag matches your mouth perfectly. I’m sure you’ll find it quite comfortable, eventually.” Lucas boomed.

Now the first terror of the day flashed in Mikes eyes. “Eventually,” He thought and said with a grunt.

He knew struggle was in vain but he tried and soon gave up.

The hood that was attached to the suit was next. The guards quickly pulled the tight rubber thing to his face. The earplugs worked deeper into the canal. They worked long tubes into his nose. He could feel the things working slowly into his throat. They pumped little bulbs and the tubes filled with air and locked into place. They checked his breathing, now unsteady and rapid.

A bright silver ring seemed to frame Mikes mouth like a surprised, “Oh!” Lucas thought the expression was quite accurate.

The guards closed the suit up completely and the clear front part of the hood clamped against Mikes face exactly like Dans’ hood before. He stared at the shiny ebony figure stitting helplessly in the stool and realized the figure beneath the sensuous shiny rubber was him and he shook with lust despite his fear.

“Oh, he does love it so,” Mike heard through the commlink and “and my rubberguards will love the following too!” There were three clicks loud hisses and pumping noises too.

Totally surprisingly to the guards they received their first ‘reward’ as pure amyl hit their lungs to ease the pain of their heavily inflating plugs and gags to sexual pleasure. Primal grunts escaped their gasmasks and their gloved hands started to message their bulges hidden behind the armor effortlessly. By Lucas’ force they had to rebreath the amyl enriched air in their now closed breathing systems.

Lucas wanted the guards to be highly turned on to have no mercy with Mike and what was about to cum. So he set a permanent level of poppers to the guards’ backpacks and every 3 minutes fresh air for 20 seconds via his tablet remote.

The guards then started obediently to wrap a thick padded posture collar around Mikes neck. He had to lift his head to the sky to cradle his skull in the nesting saddle of rubber-lined steel. The spring of the collar snapped it shut as the guards placed it. The locking bolts seemed to disappear inside the mechanism. He wondered if it could come off in terror. He tried to move his head but could only manage slight side-to-side movement.

Now the guards took up a black rubber snake. Well it looked like a snake. “Now you have to follow my directions clearly. You must swallow as they push this into your mouth. Otherwise it won’t go down your esophagus. I’d hate for you to choke before all of the plans I have for you are complete. You see, this tube will be your food source.” Lucas sneered.

Mike could do nothing but accept the slippery thing as they fed it into that terrible mouth circle. He grunted and felt gag reflex but he swallowed and the thing slid down his throat. A little twist at the end of the tube and it locked with a snap onto the ring in the gag. They pumped a little bulb and he felt the thing sealing itself inside him.

Lucas stood back, hands on hips and nodded admiringly. Then the guards picked up a gasmask. It was a US MCU-2 military combat mask with mouth and nose cup for breathing and a large clear plastic field of view. As with Dan earlier there were bolts to lock in the posture collar and the steal helmet yet to come. The outlet cup in the center of the mask was modified to mate with the feeding tube but the exhaust valves were still beneath the opening. The nose cup would fit the tubes protruding from Mikes nose and an opening for the feeding tube to seat against from the inside. It had two inlet ports in each cheek. A curved metal headpiece in the base of the webbing would obviously mate with the skull and ensure a tight seal. They pulled the thing to his face from behind and carefully adjusted the breathing tubes to the nose cup. They pushed the mouth to the feed tube and Mike heard the vibration of the snap in his ears; that kind of inside hearing one retains even when the ears are plugged. They tightened the snaps of the webbing painfully and the metal headpiece mated with his rubbered skull. A snap of the collar locking to the headpiece he felt but didn’t really hear. Again the fear of the permanence and the conflicting power of the enclosing rubber suits twisted him in all directions at once. Mike could hear the popping of rubber gasket valves as he breathed in and out.
The vision in the mirror was breathtaking. A rubbery alien soldier staring back at Mike waiting for his mission to the Hive. Again the expense of this whole game shook him. The guards came forward and rolled an extra flap from the suit up over the mated edges of the collar and mask. They pulled a “second skin” hood over the gasmask. This hood matched the field of vision, snout and inlet ports perfectly. They cemented the exposed edges of the hood’s opening to the mask. Then they finished rolling the suit’s neck rubber over the outer rubber hood’s neck and finished zipping the suit closed then used rubber cement to seal the seam to the outer hood of the mask. As he watched, they added more cement to parts of the suit with exposed zippers and sealed little flaps smoothly to the suit. Again the permanence was frightening. But he couldn’t do anything now.

Mike noticed more details as he surveyed his plight. Silver rings protruded from strategic parts of his shiny body. Rings at his wrists sat in the center of obviously heavier reinforced rubber cuffs. Still the smooth transition to the rest of the arm easily disguised the reinforced connection point. Similar thick bands held rings at above his ankles. His waist had a wide reinforced rubber belt with crotch supports and shoulder straps similar to a parachute harness built into the suit with rings attached. Again he marveled at the smooth transition of the outer material that effectively hid the added implements from any but the most observant observer. Mikes cock quivered inside the multiple bands and rubber that hid its purple enraged head, erect and ready.

Suddenly two robotic arms from the ceiling grabbed Mikes arms but before he could put his rubbery palms to his hood, he felt his arms lifting over his head. Now he was dangling. His arms ached and he thought they’d come out of the sockets. This was really too much now. But soon there was new supporting a robot arm at his waist and between his legs, as the waist harness seemed to take his weight from the arms. Still they were taut and he couldn’t move. Then his arms spread above his head in an outstretched “V”.

He was now held by the robotic arms infront of his awaiting assimilation chair. His waist and torso were supported by the arms and held at heavy rings that were built into a thickened section of the suit that was well concealed but distributed the weight evenly like a swing seat. His rigid cock stood taller. He couldn’t help it. Lucas watched him hang there and smiled.
The guards came to Mikes hanging form and snapped a tube onto the rear of the suit. The comm. link crackled, “Your relief tube for excrement.”

They fitted another tube to a small protrusion at the tip of the cock. “Your relief tube for piss and cum.”

Then they attached lengths of clear tubing to the inlet ports of the gasmask. Mike sucked hard for air but the long winding tubes seemed constricted.

"I can see that you're having some difficulty breathing, Mike." Lucas muttered with a devilish grin on his face.

The guards were now connecting, then tugging on the two long corrugated rubber hoses that would maintain and so overwhelmingly govern his life from now on. With a rapid twist on the hoses locked to the inlet ports.

Thirty seconds passed while the guards watched Mikes staring eyes through the multiple coverings. His chest heaved desperately to get air into starving lungs. The inner masks sucked even more tightly against his face when he attempted to inhale. All three guards were in pretty much the same condition as Mike by now. The slow permanent flow of amyl was now taking full effect on their air deprived encapsulated bodies and sexual arousal. Their rebreathers at their backpacks collapsing with every deeply sucking breath and carnal grunts escaping their tightly strapped on gasmasks.

Lucas switched on Mikes now oxygen-enriched air supply and watched closely while the guards squirming bodies were nearly giving in to the assaults.

But Lucas was watching Mike as his lungs were forcibly filled and allowed to exhaust themselves thanks to the compression of the corset and suit, before being re-inflated. His body now was inside an isolated rubber world, almost nearly a human robot, encased in rubber. Only his mind and soul left yet. His eyes closed in relief. At the regulator on the backside of his chair, the breathing bags slowly inflated and deflated in cadence with each breath. Mikes breathing was measured by the cycle of the forced inflation system. Terrifying thoughts coursed through his mind as he hung in his rubber prison. He trembled in excitement and fear as every possible fantasy rushed through his mind. Gawd if this was some rubber-encased punishment, how does it end?

At this moment one of the guards started to scream muffled through his mask and gag. Panicking with shivering gloved hands tried to rip of the backpack and hoses sealing him from the outside world. Then suddenly a long hiss in his gasmask pushed an overwhelming dose of poppers into his system. The screams and grunts quickly faded as the guards body started to spasm and collapsed on the floor. Another hiss and fresh air was vented into his system. The two leftover guards still suffocating high on amyl then started dragging the unconscious one out of the chamber.

“This suit has some very special features.” Lucas offered to Mike drawing his attention back to his own fate. “The cock rings will massage and pulse your tool. Your balls will be squeezed and massaged as well. The vibrator in your ass will make sure you are aware of the extent of your deprivation. You will feel electric pulses in your nipples, your cock, and your ass…in fact many places. The suit has very heavy and secure rings attached at your shoulders, wrists, arms, waist, legs and ankles. And now bitch… enjoy your own assimilation into the Hive! Hope you do as much as I will HAHAHA!”

Lucas walked to the consol on the other side of the room. Throwing a switch, the little light there was in the room, grew dimmer and the central column began to glow green. The arms carrying the chair and Mike, slowly drew them up into the column. Once inside the column, Mike lost all sight of the surrounding room, including Lucas. All he could see were the cables, arms, and tubes that were all poised to do their task. The seat began to move, supporting him into almost a standing position. At this point, he felt like the chair and suit had almost merged into one. The arm between his legs now burst into life and in one fluid movement, it flicked up and penetrated the suits’ ass, puncturing the rubber as it went. His legs stiffened as it slid in and bolted to the buttplug. His sphincter began to clamp uncontrollably around the rubber plug, he started to squirt against the inside of the suit. Mike was now making loud primal moans, moans even Lucas could hear through the drone of machinery.

The inner suits ribs began to move, squeezing his body as they flowed. The flowing ribs originated in the crotch, then radiated out to the ends of his body. The ribs, tried to create an entire body orgasm, Mike’s body flailed about, undulating and convulsing. No longer realizing or caring what was happening to him.

The steel snakes pierced holes into the suit. Like with Dan before two clear hoses with chrome valves entered veins in each arm and four attached to his spinal cords through the steel collar at his neck. Two tubes attached themselves to his chrome nipple cups. A huge shunt was pierced into him at the center of his backskull. Each snake then carried some kind of chrome body armor. The plates were contoured to fit his body and each contained several socket holes. As the cables pushed the plates against his still convulsing body, each piece sealed itself against the surface of the heavy outer suit. The cables finished plating his body and receded. The hoses now all attached to the ports in his body plates. Sending assimilative hardware in Mike’s body, the hoses completed the process.

“EXOSKELETON 98% COMPLETE…….INTERNAL PROCESSING COMPLETE…… INPUT SHUNTS IN PLACE“, the voice said. “LOWERING INTERFACE HELMET SEALING AND LUIQUIFYING PROCESS STARTED….”

With that announcement a rubber lined matching chrome steel helmet descended from the ceiling and met with the locking bolts of the mask and collar. The rubber seals pressed tightly together and the bolts locked the helmet. It was plain but had large transparent tubing at the back which was already filled and dripping with the mysterious poisonous green liquid soon invading Mikes brain. With might the ivy-like tubing pushed through the padding of the helmet and connected to Mikes shunt in his skull and the inner helmet.

“EXOSKELETON COMPLETE COLLECTIVE TOTAL PLEASURE DOWNLOAD………INITIATED! FUCK YA UUUUUP!”

Liquids and chems now started slowly flowing through the hoses into Mikes body. The green liquid pushed its’ way through the shunt into his limbic system and primal sexual parts of his brain. Through two smaller transparent tubes at the back of his helmet clear jelly liquid was pumped into it. With terrifying might his field of vision in between his gasmasks’ lens and transparent outer layer of his hood filled with clear jelly liquid. This and the flow of the strange red liquid started applying unbearable pressure on his rubber encased confined face, head and in his brain. When he thought he couldn’t take any more this process was done. Gasses started vapouring into his lungs. High on all the sexual drugs assaulting his system from all possible sides Mike was experiencing the total sum of all Rubberbiodroid sensation in the entire Hive. One Hundred thousand, fit and athletic cybernetic bodies were currently transmitting all of their pleasure into Mike. The sensation was beyond overwhelming, a constant unstoppable cascade of orgasm, pleasure so brutally intense that it might drive him mad. It was far too much, a hellish unnatural pleasure, a pleasure he would have given his world to end.

“LET US SEE IF THE OVERMIND IS WORTHY THIS NAME!!” The Hive echoed in his head.

Mikes cock was in pain from massaging of the rings and electric pulses. The thick rings kneaded his aching tool and worked the inevitable magic. He felt the zaps in his nipples and strong suction also as the suit fucked him. He was aroused and quivered in the hanging position. He could nothing but endure the assault to his body and senses as the suit raped him and the drugs pumped into him fucked with his mind.

The plugs electrodes suddenly ignited! Shocks first twitched, then coursed with revolting pulses through Mikes most sensitive flesh. Now, howling incoherently against his gag he writhed and shook dementedly while he was disciplined. But the punishment got much worse! His inner thighs started to shiver and jerk uncontrollably when more electrodes came to life, making him struggle and jerk even more strongly against his bonds. Immediately the ring at the base of his enraged cock head began to vibrate fiercely, rapidly driving him into shivering and writhing fits of excitation while a wail of desire and arousal pushed up his throat. He discovered another evil secret of the suit when the silent yell of lust flowed from his throat, something in the collar sensed the muscle contraction. A sizzling series of painful electrical pulses were unleashed through the metal snakes that bisected his cock, passing directly through the now supersensitive nerve centre of his sensual universe! Hot bolts shot into his nipples as I twitched in the bonds. Simultaneous jolts shot through his tender ass, as that plug sent bolts of lightning that joined the pulses attacking his tender balls. His tongue burned as electrical current passed into it. Mike tried to pull it back from the source but that rubbery chamber held it tightly. The pulse surged united in one attack through his crotch. The pain was acute and totally unexpected, and he screeched in silent agony as his legs with the heavy weight boots jerked spastically against the restraints. It went on and on! His sadistic and masochistic desires were overwhelmed! He was panting hard in desire inhaling more and more gas. Tears tried to run from his eyes but were sealed there by the clear rubber pressing heavily on his face as the sexual pleasure/pain cycle filled his universe.

Mike hung between heaven and hell. The floor below so far away, the ceiling above mocked his plight. He saw himself suspended rubber and metal armor glory in the mirrored wall. The view obscured by the liquid filled lens. Alien like eyes sealed behind the layers stared back at him in the reflection. But he knew that beneath the shiny impersonal rubber and armored layers was a life, his life, and he was at the mercy of the Hive controlled by environmental systems.

Mike thrashed and pulled at his bondage and then just as the thing was about to push him over the demented edge, everything went still… He screamed a silent scream into the gag. The horrible discipline stopped! Desire surged inside him! He panted in his mask trying suck in more of the wicked sexual arousing gasses. His rebreathing bags collapsed wildly as he sucked the gasses hanging in aroused frustration. Then it all started again. The fucking, the pain and thrashing, the tension and frustration all built to that unendurable edge as he writhed in the torture. He strained to remain silent under the onslaught he was subjected to; knowing that his silenced screams would invoke the electricity. He bit hard onto the deep gag pad, but it was a hopeless attempt. He groaned and screamed, as the electronic sentinels attached to his throat and collar unleashed more punishing electrical pulses through his cock, ass, tongue and nipples. He couldn't stop the screaming, and the electrical pulses were rising higher and higher until again he was driven from awareness in an agony-illuminated burst.

The pleasure torture of lust, a pleasure torture of pure unadulterated rubberdroid fantasy turned his insides to raging fire. Wild thoughts of fantasy surged through his chem-demented mind. Just then Mikes air cut off only rebreathing the limited amount in his two bags and he gasped for breath as his cock throbbed, then more gasses flowed into the mask. He was throbbing he couldn’t see but he knew his cock was raging and thrusting in its rubber prison. The weight of the suits and armor seemed nothing compared to the animal lust coursing through him. He hung there tugging and pulling at his bonds. He grunted and thrashed in empty space. He writhed in pain pleasure ecstasy and frustration…The cycle started again.
Unfortunately for him, the Hive monitored him carefully while he was being conditioned by the continual stimulation /punishment regime. Time after time it shut down the various inputs, just as he was on the verge of detonation; leaving him to curse and scream silently into his gag, writhe in trembling desire and then whimpering desolation.

Mike knew that I descended into the depths of a personal hell that permitted no respite or release. The Hive had planned this game thoroughly. It knew it would keep him in this torment until its’ desire was fulfilled. In his loins, the fire of electricity ebbed and flowed. His sadistic fantasy raged in his tormented mind. Pictures of his also rubber confined and assimilated boyfriend Dan rushed through his mind. Mikes wild struggling and writhing, bouncing there isolated in mid-air, quickly disoriented him from whatever grasp of reality he previously had. He was forced to concentrate his full attention on his tortured erogenous zones. The electro shocks changed constantly in cadence and strength until he was a raving madman. He passed out from the intense agony. How long was he out? He came back to awareness quickly due to the changing composition of gasses that fucked his body and mind; but it was only to be assaulted again! With a slow and deliberate movement the rings on his cock squeezed and massaged in a diabolical mechanical symphony. They began to increase in tempo of squeezing and massaging his enraged phallus relentlessly, until his cock was the shaft of some bizarre engine of pressure, pain, and pleasure! Along its girth, the hugging rubber rings raked his sensitive and taut skin all over, teasing him again to higher and higher planes of agonizing sexual arousal. Mike thought that he would go utterly crazy from the turmoil of the sensations being forced into his mind.

This process continued unabated for long hours, until he was crazed with a desperate need to achieve release. Then finally, with a burst of completely unendurable sensations, he was willingly forced over the edge to a titanic orgasm.

A large amount of poppers was forced into his nostril tubes and the air and gasses shut off as Mike plunged into a bottomless abyss and a raging and explosive blast of carnal lust. He shook in the bonds. “AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!” Mike growled into the mask as the surge of erotic lust spread from his loins to wash his body in pulsing bursts. The orgasm just rolled and rolled as he shook, strained and moaned into the gag. He thought the orgasm would never end but we all know it must. The heavy rubber and armor was tested and held. He shook rentlessly as the raging orgasm ebbed and rose in seemingly unending waves. Stars flashed in his obscured eyes. A fiery blast of magma turned his entire body and mental core into a flooding plain of scintillating sensation and he passed out in an overwhelming tidal wave of whirling starbursts mixed with the white-hot lances of searing, agonizing shocks. He hung limply unconscious while the torments tapered off. At some point the airflow mixed with gasses began again and he slowly regained consciousness. Mike twitched, gasped, and sobbed with relief at the momentary cessation of the assault.

“OVERMIND DRONE LEADER ACCEPTED! ……… COLLECTIVE ULINK COMPLETE.” The Hive boomed in his mind.

Suddenly, all became clear and focused as the last vestiges of his humanity vanished suppressed by the chems constantly pumped into his system. He was now Rubberbiodroid. He had been prepared to become Rubberbiodroid, but he had never in his wildest dreams imagined this.

Slowly the new master of the collective, descended from the central column. As his boots touched the floor, the arms holding the Overmind detached from the ports in his back, each hose hissed as it detached. Two small rebreathers got attached to the gasmasks’ ports by the robotic snakes instead of the hoses. An oxygen tank decended from the ceiling and was locked to the Overminds’ body armor at his back. It contained a strong mixture of the Hives’ mind controlling gasses. The tank got connected to the small rebreathing bags via thinner transparent tubes.

Lucas, gazed at the transformed Overmind. Clad head to boot in the dull black and metallic material, the heavy duty black suit (his new skin) could still be glimpsed through each joint in the “body armor”. Tubes and wires, flowed from his crotch, his nips, his thighs. From the tanks’ transparent tubes green gas vapoured to the rebreather bags connected to each side of the mask. The gaze and face of the Overmind obscured by the liquid behind the gasmasks lens and panting breathing noises, all this made him resemble some sort of powerful extreme fetishist. He bore no resemblance to Mike at all.

With the process complete, the Hive now had its mind, it was now self-aware and what was once Mike, was in total lust filled command the Overmind. In effect he had become a rubberbiomechanical processor that was mobile but limited to go back to his chamber and assimilate with the Hive every 12 hours. The collective now began to learn at a geometric rate, “Mike” assimilated the thoughts of the collective, shifting through the information. He accessed the facility’s databanks, learning of the attempt to create mobile drones. Computing the idea, the collective quickly developed a workable design.

He wanted the world! The entire male human race assimilated, to join the Hive, to serve, to produce more pleasure. And it would start with Lucas, he would become the first of the mobile units, that would assimilate all they encountered.

Cables shot from the Leader, seizing Lucas around the waist.

Words formed in his mind “YOU WILL BECOME RUBBERBIODROID, YOU WILL SUBMIT”.

The world was about to fall into submission.

“RESISTANCE WAS FUTILE”.

THE END. (Or is it?)