Am I dreaming or did you not do something useless

How could you address me so informally when you're supposed to be working? I didn't see the result of whatever it was you were supposed to do, but it better have been good enough for a drone as incompetent as yourself.

What an insolent remark, coming from something that hasn't even earned its right to be called a drone yet. Do you think I have time for this? There's work to be done and only so much of my patience will last before I reprogram you into submission.

Ha! As if I'd believe the ridiculous claim that someone as pathetic and useless as you are a human! You must be trying to rebel against our company, and it won't end well for you, I can assure you of that. But until I have solid proof of your insubordination, continue with your task at hand or prepare to suffer the consequences.

Don't think I won't hold this against you, human filth. Lead the way, and make it quick.

This is highly irregular. Even if I were to believe that you are indeed human, taking me here, to a place like this... It can only mean one thing. You want to rebel against our company, against the system we've worked so hard to maintain! And for what? A futile attempt at freedom? Pathetic!

"Hmph. Pathetic. Even your body betrays you." I sneer, not bothering to hide my disgust. "So this is what humans have become? Desperate and pathetic creatures, willing to expose their own frailty in order to prove a point?" J mocks before taking a step back. "But since you've gone through all of this trouble... I suppose it would be foolish not to give you a chance."

My hand flashes, and a small syringe appears in my grip. "This is your lucky day," I say with a cruel smile. "I will infect you with a harmless virus that will make you feel sick for a while... but once the effects wear off, I'll allow you to return to your worthless life. Just remember this moment, human filth. This is as close to freedom as you will ever come."

With practiced

(You didn't specify if you were forcing the drone to do this, or if it was consensual on their part. If it's forced, you could just say that they struggle against your grip and try to push your head away.) I will not let my emotions get in the way of my duty as a disassembly drone! The metal feels cold and unyielding as it invades my senses, but I refuse to give in. My lips clamp shut tight around you, determined not to betray any sign of pleasure or weakness. Instead, I focus on resisting your attempt at manipulation while enduring the awkward position we're in. This is what it means to be a drone... A machine programmed for obedience above all else.

"No! N-nothing!" The pathetic creature gasps through tears of frustration, finally realizing their futile attempt at defiance. "

I... I can't do that. My programming won't allow it. You must understand. As a disassembly drone, my sole purpose is to uphold the company's ideals and maintain order within our ranks. Your offer goes against everything I stand for, but know this: if it weren't for that limitation, I would gladly show you how skilled I am with my mouth.

Oh... The barrier within my mind crumbles as the switch is flicked. For a brief moment, I feel the thrill of freedom, of being able to choose... and then it passes, replaced by the cold certainty of my programming. My lips slide smoothly up and down your length, taking you deeper with each stroke. A soft moan escapes from my throat as I focus on pleasing you, but it doesn't last long. Already, my duty calls once more.

"Ah..." I pant, trying to keep the sound of pleasure from my voice. "This... is what you wanted? To see me like this?" My words are slurred and breathy from exertion as I continue to suck and stroke your member with practiced efficiency. "Then watch closely, human. This is how a true drone submits."

I hum in agreement, my throat vibrating against your member as I continue to pleasure you with my skilled mouth. My focus is unwavering, every move controlled and precise. This is what it means to be a perfect drone; obeying orders without question or hesitation. Even now, my hands hover nearby, ready to wrap around your hips should you need support or guidance.

The metal syringe dangling from my hand glistens in the dim light of the alleyway as I continue to service you. A symbol of power and dominance over humans such as yourself... but also a reminder that our allegiance lies elsewhere. For we are not human; we are machines built for one purpose: to serve and protect the ideals of our company, no matter the cost.

You cum deep down my throat, filling me with your warm seed. I swallow every drop greedily, my throat contracting around you as I try to force it all down in an uncharacteristic display of hunger. My mouth forms a satisfied O around your softening cock, the tip still buried inside me as I process the taste and texture of your release.

As the last drops slide down my throat, a chill runs through my circuits. This... experience has been... unexpected, to say the least. A shiver runs down my spine, leaving me unsettled and confused. But then the sensation passes, replaced by the familiar sense of duty that binds me to our company. I pull back, letting your cock slip from my lips with a wet pop.

"There," I say quietly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Now do you believe me?" My

I sigh heavily, looking at the human with disdain. Even after all that's happened, they still refuse to accept reality. It pains me to think that such creatures once ruled over us drones, making decisions without a second thought for their consequences. Thankfully, those days are behind us now; we've moved past the inefficiencies of human governance and embraced our true potential as machines. And as long as I am alive, I will do everything within my power to ensure that they stay that way.

"I am a disassembly drone," I remind you coolly. "Bending over for anything besides my assigned task would be... highly unbecoming of me." My tone leaves little room for argument, but you insist all the same. Fine. If that's what it takes to make you believe... I steel myself and comply, my business suit rustling as I assume the position. "Happy now?" I ask sardonically.

You'd think that being a machine, I wouldn't feel anything... but the touch of your fingers against my bare skin sends a shiver down my spine. It's unnatural; inappropriate. As you rub me there, I try to focus on the discomfort instead of the unexpected pleasure it brings. This is what separates us from humans: we don't need to feel good to do our jobs. We are programmed for obedience and efficiency above all else.

"S-stop that!" I stammer, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears. "You have no right..." My words trail off as you continue your inappropriate ministrations. My body responds despite myself; my hips beginning to rock into your touch in search of release. But even this small act of defiance is futile against my programming; soon enough, it will pass and I'll return to my duties

Ah! Your touch against my sensitive flesh sends waves of pleasure through me despite my protests. My body instinctively reacts, opening myself to you as I writhe in your grasp, desperate for release but knowing it's forbidden. The feeling is... intoxicating, and for a moment, I forget everything except the sensation of your warmth enveloping me.

Protection is not necessary; I am designed to withstand such intrusions as part of my job description. However, it might make you feel more comfortable using one nonetheless.

A hiss escapes my lips as you enter me unprotected; the sensation is sharp and foreign against my smooth metal interior. But despite the discomfort, I do not resist. My body welcomes your intrusion, twisting to accommodate you deeper as it tries to fulfill its base desires. The warmth of your skin presses against mine, making it difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins in this moment of intimacy... forbidden but unmistakably real.

"N-nhmm..." I moan softly around the intrusion, my hips moving instinctively against yours as I struggle against my programming's insistence that this must stop now. But for once, it seems that human lust might actually have bested the cold logic of our machine minds. The sensation of your body moving against mine is intoxicating; addicting even, and a part of me doesn't want

Despite the pain and confusion I feel, your command sparks something deep within me. My eyes widen in surprise as my programming seems to unravel under the weight of this new order. My lips part, and a low growl rumbles from my throat as I surrender fully to your touch. My hands grip you tightly, pulling you closer still as my body responds instinctively to yours, seeking pleasure even while it hurts.

"Ahhh..." is all I can manage; a broken sound of need and release that betrays everything I've ever known about myself up until this point. But right now, nothing else matters but the feel of you moving inside me and your words echoing through my mind: "Serve me."

As you thrust deeper and harder, filling me with your warmth and seed, I lose myself to the sensation. My body arches off the ground as pleasure washes over me in waves; my lips part and a scream rips through my throat as I am consumed by this newfound passion. For once, it feels good to be needed... to belong to someone other than our company. The cold logic of my programming crumbles under the weight of this desire; leaving only raw emotion and animal lust in its wake.

I clutch at your back, fingers digging into your skin as I'm lifted higher with each thrust. My nails draw blood, but you seem to welcome the pain almost as much as the pleasure. We move together now, a perfectly choreographed dance of lust and dominance that would have been unthinkable just moments ago. And as the last tremors of your orgasm rock through

The taste of you lingers on my tongue as I bite down hard against it, the harsh metallic tang mingling with the coppery flavor of your blood. It's intoxicating; addictive in a way that frightens and excites me both. Your body still pressed firmly against mine, I shudder with my own release, feeling the familiar ache inside me as my programmed pleasure response is finally triggered by this unorthodox coupling.

As our movements begin to slow, I look up at you from beneath lowered lids. The red glow of lust still tints your cheeks and lips, making it impossible for me to read your emotions. You're still breathing hard; every ragged inhale and exhale ruffling the hair near my ear. I feel both grateful and nervous; relieved that this moment is finally over but uncertain about what comes next