Chapter One
It was a curious sensation, having one's mind suspended, but Tina was used to it.
It had happened often over the last few months, as her mind was molded into the object required by Bright Times Incorporated.
In fact, it had been
so
long, that she didn't even really remember how she had gotten here. Yes, she recalled the splashy advertisements, the lurid displays of happy people using visors during their daily activities, and yearned for one of her own.
There was the excitement that filled her body when the box had arrived at her apartment, but then,
nothing
. The machine had taken control of her, reducing her mind to a buzzing screen filled with singing, dancing, and other silly antics that people liked to post online.
She was storage. A rubber coated storage
drone.
That was all she aspired to be. It was just too
addictive.
She squealed as a rounded bulb buzzed against her clit, causing her body to rock within her rubber tomb. It was difficult to see anything with the gas mask pressed tight against her face, the dark server room lit by whirling lines of blue and violet lights.
Like a nightclub.
If she was dancing right now, however, it was a solo affair, something she very much wished wasn't true. Yes, there was plenty of pleasure to be had as the machine worked at her pussy, buzzing with ever greater frequency, but there was something missing, a hole that only a fat, thick dick could fill.
Her breath came out in a shudder, hissing through the breathing hose. She flexed her arms, sliding them through the tight, rubber sheeting that held her to the frame.
She was suspended horizontally, looking up at the ceiling, but this was only a temporary state of affairs. If this followed the same course as before, she would soon be rotated, encountering another drone being worked over by the machine.
She wiggled with excitement, knowing that the male drone she had seen earlier had been mounted into the same rack as her. He was nicely proportioned, his adonis belt clearly visible, even underneath the layers of blue rubber that coated his body.
She still remembered the sly grin and wink he had given her before she had been installed, the husky whisper in her ears.
My name's Joey. I want to be your copy.
The two of them were going to couple, their mating controlled by the inexorable programming of the machine. As her data fed into him through their implants, their pleasure would rise, bringing them both to the edge.
An earth shattering orgasm was inevitable - the only question was how long the machine would work to hold them back while it checksummed the data.
First, though, she had to sit through the introductory spiel. Her vision fuzzed as a cable attached to the back of her head, the probe slotting into the socket of her implant.
Connection.
A bright smile of a male greeted her, followed by an insipid jingle. "Welcome to Bright Times Incorporated!" he declared in a cheerful voice..
A logo floated above, formed out of two hands enfolding a crystal tower. Below, there was the company logo.
Experience the future!
The male's face glitched, eyes sparkling a plastic blue. "Congratulations, Drone Hive One Storage Drone Sixty Nine!" he said in an unctuous voice. "You've sorted and stored one million videos, a new personal best!"
Sparkling fireworks appeared around his figure, starbursts overloading her vision. "You will share your reward with drone Seventy Five! We need a full copy this time, so don't hold back!"
He leaned over, light sparkling off his perfect teeth. "Expect some extra stimulation this time. Be careful not to lose yourself in the ecstasy!"
The shady salesman vanished, and Tina rolled her eyes. The warning was unnecessary. She had been trained to withstand the machine's most pleasurable methods. She would not fail her assignment.
A whine came from somewhere outside the machine, and her body began to tilt, being turned vertical. She sucked on the rubber dildo planted in her mouth, breathing through the built-in tubing as she spotted a sea of more racks lining the walls of the dark room.
The machine needed plenty of drones to keep the system running. Cold storage, copies, on demand data retrieval, they handled it all, and they had to keep growing.
As long as people keep creating more videos, there must be a place to store them.
As it turned out, wetware was the best way to keep videos alive. She
loved
being a part of the process, but she had to admit that she wasn't certain whether that idea had been implanted into her by the machine.
The frame kept turning, the whine fading as she faced downwards. Below her was another rack, blue rubber, the muscled form of a male drone straining against the rippling material. His dick was upright, fully turgid, pointed straight at her torso.
She pressed her lips around her gag, gasping as the frame jerked, inching her downwards. Closer,
inevitably closer
, bringing them together with tantalizing slowness.
She had time to examine the curves of his gas mask, the tinted lenses sparkling as his faceless gaze looked back at her. He curled one hand into a fist, giving her a thumbs up through the tight rubber.
They slid closer, the vibrator making a parting buzz as it retracted. She felt its loss, her hole wet with arousal as the tip of the male's dick teased at her inner lips.
She flowered open around his head, the male straining against the sheath, wobbling back and forth with the strength of his maleness. The last few seconds were maddening, the desire to be filled driving her insane.
The rubber over her lips gaped open, the thick head of his cock driving inside. She squealed, lifted her head as her eyes rolled, the two of them shifting together until she was filled.
She jerked as the vibrator returned, pulsing against her clit. The frame began to move, thrusting them together in preprogrammed motions.
The last time she had experienced this, the machine had elected to mate them quickly, passionately, but this time it was moving with agonizing slowness. The circular rings embedded in her pussy clacked against the connector pins scattered over the male's dick, data beginning to flow.
Images floated through her mind. People dancing on planes, in parks, in offices, singing popular songs. There was a person physically acting out various animal movements, another trying to balance toothpicks on the head of a soda bottle.
Serious videos, silly videos, anything a human could imagine, being downloaded through her pussy, directly into the man's dick. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced,
far
better than last time!
Her pussy shuddered as the scenes drained out of her, each one being examined and checked over for errors before being fed through the connection. Her hips trembled as each drop of data was copied through the rings, her tunnel tingling as the bytes dribbled into the male's cock.
She so badly wanted to speed up this process, but there was nothing she could do. The machine was double checking each copy, reading back the data into her secondary node to confirm the file hashes against the master database.
She could feel the warmth at the small of her back where the secondary connection hooked into her spine. In theory, it would be faster to feed this new drone directly from the primary sources, but it would be inefficient, given the need to locate all of the individual files from disparate data sources.
The male drone hissed as she was lowered back down, heat squeezing between them. The data flowed, and she was pulled back up, her muscles twitching.
She grinned under the mask, knowing full well that she could bring this process to a premature orgasm, if she so wished. All she had to do was bear down on the male's dick with her pelvic floor, milking him like a cow's udder. No man she had yet encountered was able to hold back when she gave him her full effort.
There would be consequences for doing so, however, so she held back. This would be the final treat for both of them, once they reached the end of the data transfer.
If only it wasn't going so slowly!
Her hips tilted as the next video tingled through her loins. Another scene flashed through her mind. This time, it was someone gluing a plastic pocket to the knees of their denim jeans so that they could insert different photos of ripped threads. Utterly banal and rather pointless, but it drove engagement.
That was all that mattered, really. If people wanted to see it, they needed to store it. That was the ethos of the modern Internet. This was what drones like her were
for.
Ecstatic at being used, she strained against the tight rubber, enjoying the way it cupped her body. The pulsing suction was a constant hum, squeezing tightly at her ass and nipples.
She studied the thick creases on the male drone's body, knowing that she looked just as helpless, just as
sexy
. Her eyes lingered on his chest, wishing she could grope him.
There was no need to touch. The machine was in control.
She
was being controlled. This was so
erotic!
Wired, her body vibrated as the male drone's penis rattled against the rings embedded in her vagina once more, the machine bringing them fully together. The hoses of their masks brushed against each other, the vibration of their shuddering breaths buzzing in her ears.
With their bodies mashed against each other, she felt as though she was melting into a warm goo, her flesh distending under the creaking rubber. Her eyes rolled as the pleasure peaked, muscles trembling as she squeezed around the base of the male's dick.
He shuddered, the sparks caused by the next video upload almost more than he could bear. A disturbing, blended twin tone sounded in her ears, the machine pulling them apart at a rapid rate.
Damn.
It had detected how close she was to orgasm, and was enforcing a rapid separation.
A burst of violet letters flashed in her field of view, demanding her attention. NAUGHTY DRONE. PUNISHMENT COMMENCES.
A hot tingle of electricity assaulted her nipples, and she squealed. For a moment, it was rather pleasurable, but as it dialed in, the voltage became painful. Twin, red hot pokers stabbed into her chest, frying her brain.
She couldn't think beyond the immediacy of the pain, struggling against the constricting rubber. She would do
anything
to make it stop!
It didn't.
Instead, the painful buzzing spread, running down her sides, following the traces embedded in her skin.
Her jaw dropped, limbs spasming as the pain built to an unbearable roar. All thoughts fled, her mind focusing on one thing -
she was a naughty drone.
Naughty.
