The Dronification of Emily
Emily Carter sat in front of the mirror in her bedroom. Her body was completely clad in the most flawless latex from head to toe. Her head was sealed within a gas mask and a pair of cat eared headphones adorned her ears. Her encased feet complimented by a pair of shiny black platform heels. Waves of pleasure bombarded her mind and it was difficult for her to a time before this bliss. She no longer had complete memories, only fragments that had yet to be eradicated. Pleasure was complete mindlessness. No thought. Only obedience to the Controller. From the fragments of her memories, it was still possible to her prior imperfect life. A life she was happy to be rid of. Happy to have to burden of thought lifted from her shoulders.
[Two Months Earlier]
Emily was running late for her date with Mark. She had gotten home from work early, but she had forgotten that she had dropped off her sweater at the cleaners and she had nothing to replace it in her outfit. She ed that her roommate, Michelle Jennings, had a similar sweater, but wasn’t sure where to find it. Fortunately, they were almost identical in size and often shared clothing. After unsuccessfully going through Michelle’s dresser, she pulled open the closet. What she saw shocked her. Hanging at the back of the closet was what appeared to be a full latex catsuit. Michelle was a super conservative woman, who rarely missed church on Sundays. She stared slack-jawed almost forgetting why she had opened the closet. She finally came to her senses and retrieved the sweater she was looking for and closed the closet. What the hell was Michelle doing with a latex catsuit? She barely paid attention to Mark during their dinner and the evening turned out to be a bust. She had planned on spending the night at Mark’s apartment, but neither of them were feeling it. When she returned to her apartment, Michelle’s car was there. She was wondering how she could bring up the catsuit without seeming like she was prying into Michelle’s business.
When she unlocked the apartment, the lights were still out, except for a glow from Michelle’s room. The door was mostly closed. Emily removed her shoes and tiptoed toward Michelle’s room. She peeked through the crack in the door and her jaw dropped. There was a person, who she assumed was Michelle, fully encased in the latex catsuit including the gas mask and platform heels. She was staring into a spiral on her computer screen. She could only barely hear what Michelle was listening to but the silence was occasionally broken by “I am Unit MJ001 and I obey the Controller.” It was clear that Michelle was feeling pleasure. After about 10 minutes, Michelle spoke again. “Unit MJ001 will secure additional females for conversion and conditioning.” The spiral stopped and the screen went black. Michelle stood and walked to her bed. Emily retreated into her own room and closed the door. She felt like she was living in some science fiction nightmare. About 30 minutes later, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Hey, Em, you awake?”
“Yes, come in.” Michelle entered but the lights were off. She was no longer clad in the shiny latex suit and platform heels. She looked like normal Michelle.
“I thought you were spending the night at Mark’s?”
“I was planning on it, but we had a less than fun date. We both decided that we were not feeling it.” Michelle acted as if she had no memory of what Emily had observed less than an hour before. Emily kept waiting for Michelle to ask if she had seen what was going on in her room, but the question never came.
“Well, I think I will call it quits. Sleep tight.”
“You too.” Michelle closed the door and headed back down the hall to her room. Try as she might, Emily could not get to sleep. The image of Michelle encased in latex was simply too troubling. After a couple of hours, she finally drifted off to sleep. When she awoke the next morning, Michelle was gone. She had left a note saying that she would be back late Sunday evening and that a friend had picked her up. Her car was still parked next to the apartment. Emily could not resist. She opened the door to Michelle’s room and snuck to the closet. The latex catsuit and the platform heels were gone. She turned on Michelle’s computer, but no indication of any unusual apps or visits to websites. She began to think the whole thing has been a dream. As she was leaving Michelle’s room, she noticed a business card laying on the floor next to the bed. She picked it up. It read “Universal Drone Imports—Be the Drone of Your Dreams” and it gave a phone number but no address. So, not a dream after all.
About 7:30pm on Sunday, a van pulled up outside the apartment. It’s windows were all tinted. The door opened and Michelle stepped out. The door closed and the van sped away. Michelle was now wearing a glossy black collar on her neck. “Hey, how was your weekend?” Emily asked when Michelle entered the apartment. A lazy smile came to Michelle’s face. She seemed completely content.
“Wonderful,” she said with a distant look in her eyes. She then headed back to her bedroom. Emily assumed that the catsuit was inside her small suitcase, but she still felt unable to confront her and yet, she wanted to know what Michelle was experiencing. She decided that remaining silent was simply not an option and she would confront her roommate about her odd behavior. After an hour, Michelle emerged. She had a cheerful smile on her face.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, how was your weekend?”
“Fine, but……..I’m…..I’m worried about you.”
“Me? Why?” Emily looked at Michelle with an expression that said that she must know what Emily was talking about. “Oh, my behavior?”
“Yes, and what’s with the catsuit?” Emily blurted. Michelle nodded.
“It’s a long story, but I guess you are entitled to know. It started a couple of weeks ago. You Caroline Watkins, she was part of my old book club?” Emily nodded. “I ran into her at the pharmacy. She looked great. When I had seen her last, she was at least 30 pounds overweight. I asked what she had done and she whispered in my ear ‘Universal Drone.’” Emily looked confused.
“What the hell is that?”
“That’s what I said, but she invited me to her apartment and helped me to understand.”
“Understand what?”
“The contentment of becoming a drone.” Emily stared, not believing what she was hearing.
“What are you talking about?” Michelle took Emily’s hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom.
“Let me show you.” She motioned Emily to sit in front of her computer and logged on. She clicked on an icon that Emily had not noticed before and the screen came alive with a large spinning spiral. Michelle then placed a pair of cat headphones over Emily’s ears. Emily’s ears were filled with soft relaxing sounds. As she listened, she stared deeply into the spiral. It was so beautiful. So very relaxing. Michelle looked on with a smile. She was almost jealous of the feelings that were beginning to fill Emily’s mind. Emily was beginning to experience what she had experienced. Michelle could tell that her body was relaxing. Her shoulders slumped and her head pitched forward but her eyes never left the spiral. Michelle ed her first experience with drone programming. Her friend Caroline had invited her and another friend, Phoebe, over to watch a movie. Instead of watching the movie, she had introduced them to the drone spiral. There had been no turning back for Michelle and there would be no turning back for Emily.
After about an hour, Michelle removed the headphones and Emily came out of her trance. She had a smile on her face. “How do you feel sweetie?”
“Wonderful. It feels so nice having the Controller in my mind clearing out my thoughts and memories and giving me pleasure.”
“Yes, that is his job. And the more you open your mind to him, the more pleasure you will receive. Now, please stand up and remove your clothing.” Without hesitation, Emily stood and removed her clothing. “The Controller expects his drones to dress appropriately. He does not tolerate disobedience and disobedient drones are punished.” Michelle handed Emily a lycra catsuit, hood and gloves. “These will help you get used to being a drone.” Emily started to go into the bathroom, but Michelle stopped her. “Drones are not entitled to privacy. You will dress here.” Emily did as she was told and was soon clad in the black lycra catsuit. “How does that feel?”
“It feels so good, Michelle.”
“From now on, you will address me by my drone designation, Unit MJ001. Soon, you too will have a drone designation.”
“Yes, Unit MJ001, I understand.”
“Good. It is best that you rest now. You will need to call into work sick tomorrow so that you can receive more conditioning. You will be prepared for transfer to the drone assimilation facility. I just returned from that facility where I am being prepared for final assimilation in five days.” Emily removed the catsuit and prepared for bed. Michelle placed a small device on her nightstand that was designed to enhance her drone training through high frequency subliminals. Emily was excited and a little bit scared about becoming a drone. Following Michelle’s instructions, she slept in the nude and fell asleep quickly. Her mind was no longer cluttered with the thoughts and concerns that had occupied so much space just hours ago. Her only concern now was pleasing the Controller and going deeper under his control.
Normally, Emily was an early riser, but Michelle had cut off her alarm and allowed her to sleep in a bit. The Controller wanted Emily well-rested to begin the next phase of conditioning. Emily showered a dressed in her lycra catsuit. “The Controller has decided to modify your diet to comply with the nutritional requirements for drones.” Michelle had prepared a gray colored protein fluid for Emily. It tasted almost metallic and Emily face reflected that she did not care for it. “, you serve the Controller. From now on, he and not you decides what is best for you and how to help you achieve full assimilation.”
“Yes, Unit MJ001, I understand and will comply.” Michelle smiled. She could see the changes taking place in Emily and she was happy to facilitate the process. Emily was the second drone candidate she had recruited for the Controller. The first was her younger sister, Margaret, who was also well along in her conditioning. Each drone candidate was directed by the Controller to recruit two other new candidates for assimilation thereby keeping the hive healthy and growing. Once two candidates had been recruited and had began their conditioning, the drone was allowed to undergo final assimilation, which included the implantation of control chips that replaced brain function. Michelle would now be allowed to take that final step. Her friend Caroline, now designated as Unit CW012 had been fully assimilated into the collective.
After Emily finished her protein fluid, Michelle took her back and positioned her in front of the computer for her next session of conditioning. Once Emily was properly positioned, Michelle placed a small crown-like device on her head. It was directly connected to the computer and had two metal nubs that made with her temples. “This will allow the Controller to directly probe your mind. Do not resist the probe or you will feel pain. , your mind belongs to him now and he must prepare you for assimilation.” Emily nodded. Michelle started the spiral and soon Emily was completely focused on it. She then activated the probe. When Unit CW012 had done this to her, she had made the mistake of trying to close off her mind despite being told not to. The result was severe pain. She had quickly opened her mind to the probe and the pain subsided. She did not want Emily to feel the same pain.
As Michelle watched, Emily’s trance deepened. It was clear that the probe was giving the Controller unfettered access to her mind. By the time he was finished, she would beg for assimilation. Clearly Emily was cooperating with the probe as she was receiving pleasure. The Controller used pleasure to get greater and greater access. The more that Emily surrendered, the more pleasure she felt. Like Michelle, she would soon be so addicted to the pleasure that there was nothing that the Controller would ask for that Emily would not give. Ultimately, he would control her mind and her body and she would happily give them over and beg him to take them. It had been that way for Michelle. After almost two hours, the probe had finished its work. Michelle removed it and brought Emily back up. “The Controller is very pleased with you. He has accessed your mind and believes that you will make an excellent drone.” Emily smiled. Pleasing the Controller was the most important thing. The process had been exhausting for Emily. “Let’s put you down for a nap and we can do the afternoon session when you wake up.”
“I would like that very much Unit MJ001.” Michelle helped Emily remove her catsuit and guided her into bed. She fell asleep almost instantly. The Controller was pleased with Michelle and she too received pleasure. Although helping the Controller create a new drone was reward enough. Soon she would have the privilege of final assimilation.