It doesn't get to decide when or how. Locked in latex, sealed in the hood, strapped to the chair. The milking machine runs on the master's schedule. The drone's only job is to produce.
Somewhere between standby and showing off, even a drone needs downtime. Suited and masked up, just lying on the floor, staring at nothing, or maybe staring at you.
This is the correct view. Fully dressed in his gear, sitting on the floor and looking up at me. He understands his place perfectly and is waiting for his next command. Even the helmet can't hide his obedient expression.
Already stripped bare, the unit removed its gasmask, revealing an eyeless latex face.
Where a mouth should be, there is only an inviting flesh hole waiting to be filled.
It hold up the mask, suggesting the similarities between the mask and whatever left of its face.
Field note:
When left without access to its gear or caged "hardware", the drone began the self-stimulation process.
Using latex finger to work the exposed flesh of its rear opening.
Grinding the chastity against the floor.
Both has proven futile.
Further observation required.
Observation log
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We attempted to strip the unit's outer gear for routine inspection. Upon the exposure of the latex skin, the drone immediately grab the removed gear and began covering itself with them. We believe the unit does not wish to be seen "naked" without coverage.
Are you ready to make the last decision of your life?
Put on the suit.
Clear your thoughts.
Embrace what you truly are.
No face.
No mind.
Just a rubber drone.
One with the hive.