Lucy Enters The House of Drones
She was dressed as instructed, in boots, latex catsuit, corset and hood. Feeling self-conscious but strangely excited about her attire, she arrived at the House of Drones. Which was seemingly -- empty?
"WALK THROUGH THE THIRD DOOR" said a voice from out of nowhere. They must be watching me on camera, Lucy thought.
The room was empty, except for the chains and cuffs and ropes hanging from the ceiling. She was intrigued....
... thinking what it would be like to be chained up while wearing this outfit. She was so lost in thought she failed to hear the Recruiter enter the room behind her...
He grabbed her roughly, clamping one hand over her mouth and feeling her latex-clad body with the other. She could have struggled more, but only offered up a token resistance. After all, this is what she came for... to be used...
Soon the Recruiter had her tied with her hands above her head, a black ballgag muffling her whimpers of discomfort. "So, you think you're ready to become a Drone? You think dressing up like this is what it's all about? You know nothing."
"And soon you'll know less than nothing. A mindless drone, with no will, no thought, only total obedience and endless sensation. Well, it's too late to back out now, Lucy. I'm going to leave you here while I fetch the Equipment. And then, when the Mistress arrives, the dronification will begin!"
As the Recruiter walked away, Lucy began to struggle in earnest. Had she made a mistake? Did she really want to become a drone?
It was too late to change her mind... well, actually, her mind was about to be changed. Forever.
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