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It had been a couple weird days for Nicky. The fact that he kept waking up and then going to sleep without really having a say on the matter wasn't making things easier for him.

And memories were beginning to entangle and mix together, swirling in some kind of mist. Had he seen a visor attached to his head the last time he'd opened his eyes? The lion remembered staring into pretty colors and then falling right back into slumber, but he wasn't sure if that had happened before or after waking up to a pulsing spiral rotating in a screen in front of him. That had happened as he sat on a chair in the middle of a room, but he had a feeling all the walls had been spirals then. Or had they? Somehow, that didn't make any sense.

But it made perfect sense at the same time.

Several things had happened since he'd been in that room - or so he thought - but the truth was he couldn't really tell when or even where most of them had happened.

Details wouldn't get any fuzzier from that moment onwards. They'd simply disappear entirely.

This time, Nicky had woken up from a dreamless sleep with a shiver, his drowsy eyes struggling as they tried to get used to the dim lights in the room. He had a vague recollection of a voice speaking to him - a voice that aroused a deep feeling of obedience even as he remembered it - but there was no memory of any actual words being said, just the sense of following them mindlessly.

As the lion waited for his eyes to adjust, he could tell by the tight sensation around his wrists and ankles that there were straps keeping him tied to something that felt like a bed. On second thought, maybe it wasn't a bed but a stretcher, since it felt way too rigid in order to be the first option. Whatever it was, however, Nicky found himself completely bound to it.

A strong paw grabbed the lion's chin and forced him to look up. Nicky squinted, trying to make out the face of his captor, but it was surrounded by shadows. Then, powerful lights turned on behind the mysterious person's body and his features became even more unrecognizable.

Nicky had known in the past that he was supposed to squirm and try to escape in this kind of situation, but layers and layers of programming had taken that ability from him.

"Where... where am I...?" he managed to ask. His mouth was dry and his tongue heavy. It felt like it hadn't been used in days.

Nicky had asked the question, but even then, he had a feeling that he wouldn't get an answer. His feeling was confirmed mere seconds later by the stranger simply stating:

"Drone, activate."

The lion's body tensed momentarily as his eyes glassed over. A distant moan echoed in his ears and it took him a few seconds to realize it was his own.

"Drone listens and obeys," his voice came in a monotone, just as distant and soft as the moan had seemed.

The paw around his chin tightened its grip. Drone could barely tell because his mind had shut off at the very moment those two words had been said. The powerful light burned into his pupils, which were unable to see anything at the moment. There was only a blank, overpowering tide of nothingness washing over his brain over and over.

"Drone, state your purpose," the voice said. It had to be the same voice that had been speaking to him earlier, but there was no way he could know. In order to remember, one needed a mind - the drone had none left by then, so memories weren't a thing that worked anymore.

"Drone is a drone. A drone listens. A drone obeys." The words kept coming out of his mouth, even though the drone was completely unaware of his facial muscles moving or pronouncing them. "A drone will serve its owner like a good drone."

"That's right."

Something was placed around Drone's head then. It felt elastic and smooth, like rubber. When whoever was holding it let go, it tightened and adjusted to his face automatically. Another moan came from the distance. Drone wasn't allowed to notice, but by then his exposed dick was hard and throbbing, hours and hours of conditioning making it unbearably eager and stiff like a pole.

"What about rubber, Drone?"

"A drone belongs in rubber." Those words felt so absurdly right that Drone didn't even have to think about them. They were just facts.

"Good."

Another layer of rubber was added to his face, this time covering Drone's eyes. The intense darkness allowed his eyes to rest after being exposed for that annoying light for so long.

It felt immensely right to return to darkness. Just like a good drone should be.

"State your purpose once more and then we'll get you all geared up."

"Drone is a drone. A drone listens. A drone obeys. Drone will serve its owner like a good drone."

"Again. What does a good drone do?"

Another layer of rubber was added around Drone's face. He didn't budge.

"Listen. Obey. Serve its owner."

A satisfied groan echoed in the room. By then, Drone's sticking member was completely erect and ready for attention.

Whether it got it or not depended entirely on a completely different person now. The ability to choose, much like the ability to resist previously, had been completely taken away.

"That's right," the voice praised him. The firm paw moved from his chin to his cock, giving it a teasing squeeze that would probably never get anywhere. "Now, let's move to the rubberizing chamber. I think you'll like it there..."