Rubber Drone's Living Core

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Elis, a brash and cocky CEO with a reputation for crushing competition, had a new challenge on his hands. His vast conglomerate, with factories and facilities spanning multiple continents, was facing an unprecedented wave of industrial espionage and sabotage. Rivals, jealous of his success and ruthless business tactics, were hitting back hard. To safeguard his empire, he needed top-notch security—something cutting-edge, something that would put his opponents in their place. That’s how he ended up in Bing’s laboratory, a hub of technological innovation known only to a select few.

Bing, an eccentric genius with a passion for the unconventional, greeted Elis in his cluttered lab. The place was filled with bizarre gadgets and prototypes, each more inscrutable than the last. But the centerpiece was a new drone model Bing had developed, a sleek, ominous machine with a rubbery exterior that seemed to pulsate with a life of its own.

Elis approached the drone with an air of skepticism. “This? This is what you’re offering me?” he scoffed, running a hand dismissively over the drone’s smooth surface. “It looks like something out of a sci-fi movie—completely impractical. And without a power source? Useless. I don’t know what kind of joke you’re trying to pull here, Bing, but this design is absurd.”

Bing’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He had encountered his share of skeptics, but something about Elis’s arrogance rubbed him the wrong way. He had poured years of research and innovation into this drone, a project that was not only functional but revolutionary. However, Elis was too blinded by his own ego to see the brilliance before him.

“If you think I’m going to waste my money on this... toy,” Elis continued, turning to leave, “then you’re more delusional than I thought. I’ll find someone who knows what they’re doing.”

As Elis made his way toward the exit, Bing’s patience snapped. He wasn’t about to let Elis walk away, not after that insult. He quietly activated a hidden switch on his desk, and the room began to change.

The laboratory doors slammed shut, sealing Elis inside. The lights dimmed, casting an unsettling, bluish glow across the room. Elis paused, realizing something was wrong, but before he could react, a swarm of small drones descended from the ceiling. Their nozzles aimed directly at him, and without warning, they sprayed thick streams of rubbery goo that covered him from head to toe.

“What the hell—” Elis cursed, trying to wipe off the goo, but it hardened instantly, encasing him in a tight, rubber shell. He struggled against the encasement, but the more he fought, the more it seemed to tighten around him, squeezing the breath from his lungs.

A low hum filled the room as a larger drone emerged from the shadows, hovering menacingly before him. This was the drone Bing had been so eager to demonstrate. Portal rings began to form around Elis’s wrists and ankles, moving slowly up his limbs. As they passed, his arms and legs seemed to disappear, “eaten away” by the rings. He could still feel them, but they were now somewhere else—somewhere unreachable.

Panic set in as he realized he had lost control of his own body. His limbs were trapped in another dimension, leaving him completely helpless. The drone’s chest opened, revealing a hollow cavity lined with glowing, pulsating ropes of light. These ropes shot out, wrapping around Elis’s encased form, pulling him inside the drone. The rubber walls closed around him, sealing him into a tight, inescapable chamber.

Elis tried to scream, but a large, round rubber gag filled his mouth, silencing him. A small portal ring allowed him to breathe, but nothing more. His most intimate parts were encased in a tight, rubber bulge—his penis and balls trapped in a relentless grip. The bulge pulsated, teasing him with sensations that grew more intense with every passing moment, yet offered no relief, no release.

Inside the drone, Elis’s mind was flooded with commands. If he obeyed, the torment would ease, the sensations would become bearable, even pleasurable. But resistance brought only pain—an endless, maddening cycle of frustration. The drone’s systems fed on his energy, keeping him alive, aware, but utterly powerless.

Bing watched the scene unfold on his monitor, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Elis, the arrogant CEO who had walked in so full of confidence, was now reduced to nothing more than a living battery—a power source for the very drone he had insulted. Bing knew he could keep Elis like this indefinitely, feeding off his energy to power his creations. The once-mighty CEO was now a helpless prisoner, trapped in a rubbery hell of his own making.

As the laboratory returned to its usual state, Bing pondered what to do next. Elis had become a valuable asset, but also a powerful warning to others who might underestimate him. Perhaps he would keep Elis as a demonstration model, a reminder of the consequences of arrogance. Or maybe he would simply leave him there, forgotten, trapped in the drone’s hollow core, his mind slowly unraveling as he waited for a release that would never come.

And so, Elis’s empire crumbled, not from the outside, but from within. The man who had once commanded industries with a snap of his fingers was now nothing more than a null, rubber-encased power core, lost to the world, trapped in a nightmare of endless torment, with no end in sight.