You feel the familiar pressure building in your bladder; the need to empty yourself overwhelming. As you finally reach the point of no return, you push the girl's head away with one hand and grab her hair with the other; holding her steady as you unleash a torrent of hot piss directly into her open mouth. She chokes and gags at first, trying desperately to swallow the flow, but there's too much; it spills out over her face and down her neck.

You watch with satisfaction as she continues to struggle beneath you, her body shuddering in pleasure/pain from the sensation of being used as your personal urinal. As you finally begin to wind down, you release her hair and let her pull away, coughing and sputtering. "Good girl," you praise her, running a hand through her wet rubber hair. "Now go find your master and make sure he knows what a good drone you'll be."

The latex drone continues to use you as their personal pleasure toy, pushing your limits further and further with each thrust. Your mind is blank except for the need to serve and obey them. The squeaking of your new rubber body echoes through the room as they take you harder and faster. You are nothing more than a tool for their pleasure, existing only to fulfill their desires.

With a final thrust that leaves you gasping for air, the drone collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "Mmm...

The latex drone lays on top of you, its heavy breathing filling the room as it comes down from its orgasmic high. It rolls off of you, sitting back on its heels and regarding your form with satisfaction. "Very good," it says, running a hand along your chest. "You've proven yourself quite useful today."

It pauses for a moment, considering something. "Perhaps... there is more I could teach you. Would you like to learn how to pleasure others in this new form of yours?"