Indoctrination

Rachel tried again. "Amanda, can you hear me?"

Her sister's eyes were vacant. Nothing. No reaction.

Rachel swallowed her tears.

"Slave," Rachel said unsteadily.

amanda's eyes were still empty. Her sister's lips moved.

"Yes mistress, this slave is ready to obey." amanda's voice was as devoid of emotion as her eyes.

A robot.

Rachel used her sleeve to dry her face. Her moist eyes glistened under the fluorescent lighting.

"Slave you will obey me now."

"Yes mistress. This slave is ready to obey."

Rachel took her hand away from her sister's face.

* * *

Their luck held. The corridors were empty so far. The two of them had left the cell and were back in the maze of blankness. amanda walked behind her sister. The girl had not spoken since the cell.

Adrenaline coursed through Rachel but she stopped to glance back at her nude, blank faced sister every now and again as they both strode quickly through the corridors.

Nothing. No signs. No directions at all. Just endless corridors and doors leading off them to unknown places. Where did this maze end? There had to be an exit somewhere.

The two fugitives reached a fork in the corridor. A waft of colder air brushed against Rachel's left cheek. Rachel and her docile sister turned towards it.

Yes. There was an end in sight at last. She could see the inky blackness at the far end of the fork from which the sweet outside air was coming from. It was dark outside. Night.

Rachel's head was swimming in relief. Thank God.

Suddenly the silence was shattered by a shrill piercing noise. A high pitched alarm filled the entire corridor. Then a voice boomed out.

"Level 4 security breach in progress. Initiate immediate lock down procedure."

Rachel could see the black opening filling with white as a door began to slide across it. The high heeled boots made a fearsome racket on the tiled floor as she ran as quickly as she could. Twisting her head Rachel saw her sister copy her pace.

They were so close now. The fresh air felt so good. Intoxicating.

The opening was growing ever smaller every second. The door was steadily shutting, doing it's best to seal them inside forever.

Suddenly other footsteps were behind them in the corridor. Rachel caught the flash of grey from the corner of her eye as she spotted the drones behind them. They weren't running like the two sisters but they kept up a rapid pace.

"RUN!" Rachel screamed at her still impassive sister.

The door was only feet away now but the opening was barely enough to squeeze through.

Rachel grasped the heavy door that was still sliding across the exit. The air from outside was cold and smelt of recent rain. She grasped the door and pushed against it with all her might. It didn't budge a millimetre.

amanda was standing there beside her. "Push against the door," Rachel yelped desperately. She felt the panic getting the better of her. They were so close to freedom now.

The drones hadn't relented in their onward march. They kept coming on and on down the corridor.

Rachel felt amanda's firm breasts press against her back as her naked sister obediently joined in pushing against the heavy door. The door slowed its movement. It was still creeping across but the gap was there.

Gasping Rachel threw herself against the opening. She cried in pain as she contorted herself desperately in order to squeeze past the solid finality of the door. Rachel could feel the door moving again. It pushed against her torso painfully. She screamed in agony. The crushing sensation was unbearable.

Rachel felt rain against her face as she fell to the ground. Gasping for breath she quickly staggered to her feet. Amanda still pushed against the door but without their combined efforts it had resumed it's steady progress.

The gap had narrowed considerably. Only an inch separated Amanda's hands from being crushed between the closing door.

Rachel could see the drones only feet away behind her sister.

"Let go of the door slave," Rachel wailed. The rain washed her tears down her cheeks.

Obediently, amanda's hands let go of the door. Rachel could see her sister come to attention through the tiny chink of light in the door. Rachel could hear voices.

The door clanged shut.

Rachel ran.

* * *

The slave shook. Spasms of bliss coursed through her body.

amandaslave knelt before her mistress.

she thought of nothing.

she obeyed.

she was a slave.

The voice above her spoke.

"You are such a perfect slave," mistress said. "You were born to wear a collar."

amandaslave knelt on the cold floor stiffly.

"And I think it's about time you should know what it feels like."

amandaslave was empty.

"I'm going to have you turned into a drone. A mindless drone like all the rest of them."

Warmth spread upwards through amandaslave's body. her crotch was soaking wet.

"You'll like that, won't you slave?"

"Yes mistress," amandaslave replied.

The slave was shaking all over and in severe danger of losing her balance completely. The tormented slave dared to look up from mistress' crotch into her powerful face.

"I'm going to have your mind completely wiped clean. Any pathetic remains of your miserable personality are going to be gone forever. In their place, will be pure obedience and devotion."

amandaslave was dripping now.

"That makes you happy slave?"

"Yes mistress,' she quivered.

amandaslave was on the cusp of blinding orgasm. But she couldn't cum. Slaves obeyed. she had not been commanded.

"Good slave," mistress purred.

"I permit you to cum now."

* * *

They had taken her limp body up off the floor and dragged her into a room amandaslave had never been in before.

amandaslave was completely spent. she watched in lethargic detachment as the dark skinned drone with the large breasts produced a box containing something black and glossy that glistened in the lights.

amandaslave could see it now. They were a pair of black rubber panties.

Shiny.

There was something inside the panties.

Something big and hard.

Two of them.

Two big cocks.

amandaslave's mind suddenly woke. Vitality coursed through her body. she knew. amandaslave knew the scrummy cocks were for her.

amandaslave reached out to the box. The slippery rubber was in her hands now. It felt warm.

"The slave will put the garment on now," the accented controldrone commanded.

amandaslave's body shuddered with lust. Eagerly, the slave pulled up the slick rubbery blackness over her coarse stubble encrusted legs. The scratching noise only heightened the sensation. Up and up. The tip of the first cock pressed against her crotch.

amanda slid the rubber phallus into the greedy dampness. Then somehow, she managed to use her left hand to manoeuvre the other vibrator into her yearning ass.

The drones stood passively, vacantly staring at the slave.

A quiver of pure pleasure shuddered through the slave.

Then the black drone was kneeling before her. There was some sort of device in the drone's hand. The slave felt it being pressed against the waist band of the rubber panties.

It was hot.

An acrid smell assailed the slave's nostrils.

Burning.

Burning flesh.

The slave knew. The drone was making sure the panties never came off the slave. They were being sealed to the slave's skin.

Pain.

Obedience was pleasure.

The pain would pass and then there would only be pleasure.

The slave felt them swelling up inside her, growing larger and larger. The intruders throbbed.

The slave groaned in pure uncontrollable ecstasy.

Obedience was pleasure.

* * *

She smiled. Mistress watched the slave being fitted with the pleasure panties on the screen and saw her screams.

The drone was heat sealing the panties to the slave's groin for the moment. The inside of the garment was coated with some sort of bio-engineered adhesive which bonded permanently to the skin after a couple of weeks. The semi-porous material of the panties allowed the skin beneath to sweat and breathe so no adverse effects became apparent on continual lifetime wear.

The vibrators buried inside the slave's ass and cunt were fitted with control sensors, which, when activated through either the drone's own implants or when linked to an outside unit, made sure that the appropriate reward was administered.

Practicalities had also been taken care of. A small hole allowed urine to be expelled, while the hollow rear vibrator ensured the passage of faecal matter. She'd never had use for them herself, but the drone toilets were fitted with special hoses which they clamped over the rear opening while shitting. Then the nozzle cleaned the inside of the dildo and ass with tepid water before the happy drone went about it's business.

A textbook enslavement. That one had been just beautifully done.

More new arrivals were due later on today. They usually arrived in the early morning if the schedule was to be kept. This continual turnover was keeping them all busy. It was getting more and more difficult to ensure the new recruits all got the same quality service. The operation would have to be expanded or else another, quicker enslavement process would be needed.

Others were working on that problem though. Highly motivated people.

The solution was due to be unveiled soon. Testing had proven remarkably successful.

But that would be later. That didn't help matters today.

At least Indoctrination Chambers 12 and 13 were available for new recruits. Drones were scrubbing them down now in preparation for the next batch of slaves to be.

Indoctrination Chambers 36 and 37 would have to be prepared as well. She'd need to allocate more drones to the task. It wasn't good timing.

Resources were always a problem.

* * *

The rain had fallen steadily through the night. Rachel was soaked through. She crouched behind the foul smelling waste container. She was exhausted after her ordeal, but she had been lucky. The bright lights and loudspeakers had alerted her to the high perimeter fence and the drones that patrolled it. She was still trapped inside the compound. The drones patrolled constantly. Searchlights swept the perimeter fence. It was impossible to escape that way.

In her head she kept seeing Amanda standing placidly at attention. The drones were beside her nude sister now. Amanda stood still. Then Rachel saw a drone turn to her sister and speak a single word. Amanda's nude body pivoted sharply as she turned to follow the grey drone back up the corridor.

It made Rachel horny.

No. She had to stop it. If she wanted to get out of here it was important to stay focused and think. Amanda was gone by now. It was too late for her sister. Rachel had to help herself.

But she couldn't shake the arousal.

An engine noise was coming from her left. Through the gloom of the rainy early morning Rachel could see a van driving down the concrete paved road. It splashed through a few puddles of rainwater before coming to a halt directly opposite her hiding place. It swung around and reversed back so that the rear doors opened out to face the windowless building that faced Rachel.

A woman in overalls opened the driver side door and stepped down. She turned and marched towards the building.

Rachel didn't think. Rachel was too tired to think at this stage. Instead Rachel just ran. By putting all her energy into running it stopped her thinking.

She ran across the open ground towards the waiting van.

* * *

The slave was in a similar room to the familiar brainwashing chamber, only smaller. The room contained a single transformation unit in the centre. The controldrones had guided the unresisting slaveform to the metal table.

They had prepared the slave's quivering body.

Wires snaked to the slave's glossy black crotch, ready to commence their work again. More wires ran to the slavecollar around it's neck. The slave's head was locked into some sort of metal framework, which held it tight and hard in a vicelike grip. Needles ran from the metal frame into various points on the slave's head. They pierced the slave's flesh easily.

Another unit was attached to this framework around the slave's head which consisted of a long silver coloured phallus shaped device.

The slave opened its slavemouth greedily and swallowed the cold hard dildo. It pushed deep inside the slave's salivating orifice.

* * *

The back of the van was full. Rachel had gasped in horror at the sight that befell her eyes.

The unmarked van was similar to an ambulance. There were two stretchers in the back of the van upon which unconscious women lay quietly, bound by thick black straps. Intravenous drips fed drugs into their arms while headphones covered their ears.

Both women were young and pretty and in their early twenties. The girl on the left was a redhead with an open freckled face while the other girl was darker complected with a tangled mess of inky black hair. Both wore jeans and sweatshirts emblazoned with a university logo Rachel didn't recognise.

Crossing to the redhead, Rachel gently raised the girls right eyebrow and inspected the dilated pupil beneath. The sleeping girl didn't react at all.

Gently, Rachel eased off the cordless headphones and held them in her hands. She stared at them in horrified fascination.

It was a nightmare. This would never end. Both of these women were as helpless as herself. They were going to be turned into robots like Amanda and there was nothing Rachel could do to prevent it.

Not that she wanted to save the sleeping girls. An image suddenly popped into her mind. Rachel saw the two girls standing to attention, their faces blank and lifeless after their minds had been emptied of everything. It was so overwhelming. It felt so sexy. The two girls looked deliciously mindless.

Suddenly Rachel gulped a lungful of air and eased the snug fitting headphones down over her head.

A part of Rachel screamed in silence.

The intensity of the noise in her ears captured Rachel immediately.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Rachel disappeared and rachel took her place.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

rachel stood in the rear of the van. Her posture stiffened. New memories crowded into her mind. Pleasure. Exquisite pleasure.

rachel's body was tingling.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

* * *

It pulled on the soft grey material. It's ams went through the long tight sleeves before it reached up and pulled the garment over it's chest. The garment was padded slightly to provide some support to its otherwise unbound breasts. Finally, it reached up and adjusted the massive turtleneck collar of the garment. It stretched the collar right up over it's face, right up to the top it's head. Using it's fingers, it felt the fastenings at the top and secured them before ensuring the tightly bound pony tail protruded through the opening provided.

A dronemask.

A transparent section of fabric in the mask was located over it's eyes allowing it to see quite clearly. It felt quite safe and warm clad it this soft mask. The porous material allowed it to breathe quite easily.

When it was permitted to eat it was allowed to lower the mask to access the mouth opening. At all times when on duty the drone wore the mask up over it's face.

It was bound now in it's droneuniform. An anonymous drone.

A gleaming diamond encircled eye shone from between the drone's breasts.

A pair of long, knee length black boots had been bonded to the drone's feet permanently. Made of the same material as the covering on it's crotch, the long supple boot-skin covered the drone's feet forever.

Practicalities, as always had been taken into consideration. Removable soles allowed changes in heel length appropriate to the drone's particular task. At the moment the drone was not tasked for any function requiring mobility so it had been fitted with standard 4 inch heels.

The controldrone spoke. "The drone unit has been assigned the designation drone 852. Acknowledge."

The new drone's mind woke. "This drone is designated drone 852," it replied calmly. The other drone appeared satisfied.

A new voice. "Well drone 852, you are looking very well in your new uniform. It suits you"

Both drones stiffened to instant attention.

Heels clicked on the tiles as mistress approached. She idly ran a finger over drone 852's right breast.

It stood quite still.

"I must say that your conversion was a great success. Your younger sister is being a bit more interesting," mistress mused gently stroking drone 852's erect nipple through the soft grey fabric "but that just adds some spice to my day."

"I think we'll keep you here drone 852. We're getting busy and I can do with the extra help." Mistress turned to the controldrone.

"After the drone has completed current function, have it programmed in enslavement protocol and assign her to this processing facility."

"Yes mistress," the controldrone responded flatly.

"Good," she smiled. "Now drone 852, follow the controldrone and she will get everything organised so that you may serve and obey."

"Yes mistress," drone 852 replied. Obedience filled the drone's thoughts.

* * *

rachel had stopped walking now and waited. The drones had pushed the stretchers into the building and rachel had followed. them into the room they were in now. The drones had not acknowledged rachel at all. It was as if she was invisible to them.

The unstoppable mantra hummed inside rachel's head.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The drones continued their work. They unstrapped the dark haired girl first and removed the headphones and drip from her arm. Then the drones began to undress the girl.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

rachel knew that the girl was going to be enslaved. rachel's cunt squirmed in delight at the thought.

But even rachel was surprised when the drones had removed the jeans and sweatshirt from the girl. Underneath, she was already clad in attire very different from what college students normally wore. Electric blue crotchless rubber shorts covered her lower body while a tightly laced blue and black rubber corset was bound around the girl's waist. Her small, firm breasts jutted out proudly from the corset. A narrow black collar circled the girl's neck.

rachel squeezed her thighs together.

One of the drones approached the girl with a large slavecollar in its hands. The other drone held the girl's head upright as the slavecollar was carefully slipped around the comatose girl's neck. The smaller collar that the girl wore seemed to fit inside the massive slavecollar that now held her head up. The drones led the girl away.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The drones were back again. They repeated the same procedure with the redhead whose headphones rachel still wore. rachel noticed idly that the redhead wore the same rubber outfit only in matching cherry red.

rachel was completely alone now. rachel stared calmly ahead.

* * *

Drone 852 stared blankly ahead.

It's mouth moved. It was aware that it was speaking. It had been speaking for some time now.

It was merely running a programme that had been instilled into it's dronemind.

It remembered nothing. It felt nothing.

'Sorry Mom for not being able to make it down last weekend. Rachel came down with some bug or other. Nothing serious so don't worry about it. The doctor gave her some antibiotics so no need to worry about it," it's voice continued.

"Well that's ok I suppose. I wish you would take care of her though, Amanda. You know how crazy she can be at times. She just can't seem to get herself together at all. Spends too much time at parties and doesn't get enough rest," the older woman's voice complained down the phone. The other voice had been identified as the drone's mother. The designation carried no meaning to drone 852.