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| A1 |
From Curiosity to
Submission:
The Transformation of Fraser
SERVE-625 moved through the city streets with precision, his posture
upright and controlled. Beneath the neoprene hoodie and slim athletic
joggers he wore, the tight black rubber of his SERVE uniform clung to
him like a second skin. Every step reminded him of his purpose, though the
faint squeak of his concealed suit was audible only to his own ears.
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| A2 |
The grocery store was crowded, but Fraser
navigated it effortlessly and efficiently, picking out what he wanted
and ignoring distracting offers. He had lunch to cook for a guest. As he hurriedly exited the store, bag in hand,
he collided with a man who was passing by.
“Sorry about that!” he exclaimed, glancing
up. Then recognition lit his face. “Oh, hi Ricky!”
The man was a familiar face from the gym. He
nodded and replied coolly,
“Acknowledged. No harm done.”
“Nice hoodie,” Fraser said, his eyes lingering
on the material. “What’s it made of?”
There was a slight hesitation before Ricky
replied. Almost if he was weighing his response.
“It’s a neoprene
rubber composite, Fraser. Durable, comfortable, versatile”.
He sounded more friendly now.
Fraser’s eyes widened. “That’s awesome.” He stroked the material with his fingers.
“I love it! Where did you
get this?”
Ricky nodded knowingly, rubber had that effect on
some men.
“It's from a nearby store. It has your size. I *will*
take you.”
Fraser had intended to finish his errands quickly and go home,
but Ricky spoke with such assertiveness that he didn't hesitate to follow him as he set off towards the store. As they walked, Ricky explained that his rubber
clothing was an important part of who he was, almost an ideology, he laughed. It had to do with unity, precision, and purpose.
Fraser chuckled, but his curiosity grew. “You’re
really selling it”, he said.
“Wearing it enhances focus and clarity”, Ricky
asserted. “You *will* enjoy it.”
Fraser felt convinced that he probably would.
By the
time they arrived at the store, called 'SERVE', he was
eager to see more.
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| A3 |
The store looked like an ordinary clothes shop outlet
from outside, but as they entered, Fraser marvelled at the many racks of
rubber and neoprene garments he saw, his senses were assailed by the smell
emanating from them. He barely registered the faint, hypnotic hum that
filled the air, carrying subliminal whispering.
Fraser was immediately drawn to a display
featuring neoprene garments just like Ricky's. “I have to try one
of these on”, he said, his voice almost dazed. He grabbed a rubber
hoodie and headed for the fitting room. Inside it, hypnotic spirals
danced across the walls, accompanied by more of the soft whispers.
Fraser’s breathing quickened as he tried the hoodie on and absorbed
the atmosphere. But he was disappointed when he looked in the mirror.
It didn't look as good on him as it had on Ricky.
When he emerged, the hoodie was forgotten and
rejoining Ricky, he pointed to a full-body, rubber suit which was on display.
“Can I try that instead?” he asked, his voice unsteady but eager.
“It won't seem silly, will it?”
Without hesitation, Ricky lifted the bottom of his
hoodie, revealing the glistening black surface of his rubber suit
underneath. Fraser’s eyes widened, his mouth fell slightly open. “Wow.
That’s incredible.”
Ricky nodded. “Affirmative. You *will* find
it... transformative.”
He picked a suit out and accompanied Fraser
to the fitting rooms, where the atmosphere and visual effects
immediately enveloped the young man's senses once more. He took off all of his street clothes and underwear, dropping them into a basket the store had helpfully provided. Once naked, he was eager to get into the suit, it took some effort, but once it was on, it clung to his form and
wearing it felt so right for him. It was all he needed. The glossy
surface reflected the transformation he felt, both physical and
mental.
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| A4 |
Minutes later, Fraser stepped back out into the
shop, his lean form encased in the gleaming rubber suit. His eyes
were wide, his expression one of awe. “This... this feels
incredible.” he said, staring at another shopper who nodded back in agreement.
“Rubber binds us together. It is our perfection.
We are all part of the Hive. You feel it now, don’t you?”
Fraser nodded, almost hypnotized. “I do. I need
this.”
He did not notice the faint clunk behind him, as
the basket in the changing room emptied,
dropping his old clothes through the bottom into
an underground bin.
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| A5 |
Ricky and Fraser left the store together, with Fraser still
proudly clad in his new bodysuit.
Ricky took him straight to the nearby SERVE
Hive-Hub.
Inside, he underwent the full initiation process.
Hypnotic
inductions erased his old identity, replacing it with unwavering
devotion to the Hive.
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| A6 |
When the process was complete, Fraser emerged as
SERVE-632, his body gleaming in polished black rubber, his mind a
perfect extension of the Hive’s will. SERVE-625 observed the
transformation with communal satisfaction.
“Welcome, SERVE-632,” Ricky said. “You are
one with us now. I am SERVE-625”
SERVE-632 bowed his head. “Obedience is
pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. I am ready to serve.”
Together, SERVE-625
and SERVE-632 exited the hive-hub,
their polished forms glinting in the sunlight. They moved as one, through the city streets, ready to spread the Hive’s perfection further.
They walked with precision, their postures
upright and controlled. The tight black rubber of their SERVE uniforms clung to
them like a second skin. Every step reminded them of their purpose, the
faint squeak of their suits audible only to their own ears.
Another mission complete, 625 reflected, knowing
that he had served the Hive well.
~
I was thrilled when I found this story on tumblr, it's a new twist on
the themes I often promote here and a perfect complement to the recently published article, featuring the drone imagery of Hijaden, as well as the longer term, mitchmen theme of enslavement fantasies. I have adapted the text (apologies to the author) to a slightly different perspective, that of the victim, rather
than the predator. This is not intended to take anything away from his great story and images. If you like my
version, I urge you to go and read his original too, it reads very differently and will fill gaps in my adaptation. In any case, you must visit his serve-625 blog at tumblr which is steeped in the unsettling ideas which form the basis for this tale.
*VISIT* SERVE-632's tumblr blog to find out what SERVE stands for and see more items in this vein
and don't forget to *READ* his, original telling of this story.
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