The Dronification of Emily
Chapter 2
Mark had called several times asking to speak to Emily. Each time, Emily was either receiving drone conditioning or napping. It was simply too important to allow her to be distracted by her boyfriend. She was at a critical stage of her conditioning and it order for her to become the property of the Controller, her thoughts and her memories, including those involving Mark, had to be purged from her mind. Michelle wanted to tell Mark to get lost, but she knew that that would only heighten his curiosity. Emily would need to break up with him. After skipping work on Monday, Emily decided to take the rest of the week off. She was experiencing such pleasure from her conditioning that the thought of being separated from the Controller for an eight hour workday terrified her. Each session brought her closer to the Controller and prepared her mind for assimilation. Her job had become a hindrance to her progress. After one of her sessions, Michelle addressed the problem.
“Emily, there is a problem we need to deal with. One that threatens your development as a drone.” Emily’s face reflected her distress and the desire that her conditioning continue uninterrupted.
“This Unit understands,” Emily responded. Emily had just recently begun to refer to herself in the third person. She was a unit and no longer a female human.
“Good. Does the unit that it had a boyfriend before it began its conditioning?” Emily paused. She had a vague memory of someone named Mark. It was a distant and undesirable memory.
“This Unit re someone by that designation.”
“Good. In order for your conditioning to resume, you will need to tell that person that you no longer wish to be in a relationship with him and that he should not disturb you further.” The statement seemed self-evident to Emily. Why would anyone want to do anything that would diminish their time with the Controller? This Mark person was a needless distraction. “You will need to be firm with him and sincere. Do you understand?”
“This unit understands.” Michelle dialed Mark’s cell. When he answered, she said “Emily has something she would like to say to you.” She handed the phone to Emily.
“Mark, this is Emily. I’m sorry but I don’t want to see you anymore. It’s for the best.”
“But Emily, was it something I said or did?”
“Mark, I just don’t have feelings for you anymore. Please do not try to me again.” With that, she hung up. Mark was shell shocked. He thought that he and Emily had something special. Apparently, she no longer thought to. He considered calling her but decided that perhaps she would change her mind after a few days. He could not have been more wrong.
“Good,” Michelle said. “You did well and you have pleased the Controller.” Emily smiled. Just pleasing the Controller made her feel wonderful. She could now resume her conditioning without interruption. In the meantime, Michelle had been directed by the Controller to bring Emily in to begin assimilation. Emily’s dimensions had already been provided to the Controller and her latex uniform was waiting for her. The Controller had adjusted her food intake to reduce her weight in keeping with the ideal weight for drones. Emily would be continued on the modified diet until she reached the goal set for her by the Controller. The same was true of Michelle, who had lost almost 30 pounds on the primarily liquid diet.
Michelle had scheduled the transport van to pick her and Emily up on Friday morning. Michelle would be undergoing final assimilation and dressed in her latex uniform, including her gas mask, and high heels. Emily would be undergoing the initial phase of assimilation and would receive her neural implants. Emily was dressed in her lycra catsuit. The procedure was scheduled for Friday afternoon. As scheduled the van appeared and both girls were taken to the dronification facility. The facility was located on the outskirts of town in an old manufacturing plant that had been adapted for the assimilation process. When they arrived, they were met by two drones, who fitted Emily with a collar. Michelle was then guided in one direction, while Emily was guided in another. They would never again by Michelle and Emily, they would be of the collective.
Emily was taken to a room with several large padded tables. She knew instinctively to strip, which she did and then climbed up onto one of the tables laying her head back. Although she had spent the past several days undergoing conditioning, this was the beginning of her journey of conversion into a permanent drone. There was no option to change her mind or to decide that this was not for her. Her assimilation was inevitable and she could not wait. The drones attending her took various measurements in silence. Drone were not permitted to speak unless spoken to. Their minds were part of the collective, so audible communication was unnecessary and inefficient. One drone applied a depilatory cream to Emily’s pubic area to remove all of her hair. She was then strapped to the table to prevent unnecessary movement. She was given a light anesthesia. A small drill was positioned behind Emily’s right ear. This drill would create an entry into her cranium for her implants. All drones received implants to allow the Controller to assume complete control of their brains and to extinguish all independent thought. Once the implants were introduced into her brain, they would find their way to the brain stem and assume control. With a whir, the drill came to life and inched closer to Emily’s skull. Her conditioning had prepared her for this process and she took a deep breath as the drill made . Within less than a minute, it had made the required opening. There was a slight amount of blood, which one of the attending drones stopped. There had been some slight pain, but Emily knew that the pleasure that the Controller would provide would more than outweigh her pain. One of the drones then injected the fluid that contained the tiny implants and applied a bandage to seal the opening.
At first, Emily felt nothing. Then a slight tingling at the base of her skull. Then numbness as the implants attached themselves and began to do their work. It was a this precise moment that Emily Carter ceased to exist and Unit EC003 was born. The attending drones had done this procedure many times before and knew exactly what to look for. Within the first five minutes, Emily should recite her drone designation along with the phrase “this unit obeys the Controller.” The drones removed the straps holding Emily to the table. The time measuring the time since the implants had been introduced read 4:47 when Emily sat up, her eyes were fixed, her lips opened. “This unit is designated Unit EC003. This unit obeys the Controller.” Her initial assimilation was a success. Emily was now a drone.
Several rooms over, Michelle was undergoing final assimilation. The process was not unlike initial assimilation; however, Michelle was receiving additional implants that would make her fully a drone. The Controller had decided that Michelle would be a service drone and would assist in the assimilation of new drones into the collective. Emily, on the other hand, had been designated as a pleasure drone. She would service the Controller and anyone else he designated with sexual pleasure. She would be unable to refuse any request for the use of her body. She would, however, receive incredible pleasure eclipsing any orgasm she had ever had. Michelle was placed on one of the padded tables. There was no reason to remove her drone uniform, with the exception of her mask and hood to allow access to her cranium. Her head was shaved and a permanent depilatory applied to prevent further hair growth. The hole drilled for her initial assimilation was still accessible and the attending drones used it to inject additional fluid with the new implants. Once in place, they took immediate control of her mind and she would that her consciousness was now shared with other drones. All worshiping and servicing the Controller. The wound was again sealed and her hood and mask were replaced. She began to receive programming that was directly ed into her brain. This was perfection. No more memories, no more emotions, only complete obedience. She was taken from the chamber to begin her work as a service drone.
Emily or Unit EC003, as she was now designated, loved the feel of the latex against her skin. It hugged every surface of her body. She had never felt anything quite so wonderful. What has left of her mind now understood the joy that Michelle had felt. With her hood in place, it was finally time to put on her gas mask. The attending drone slipped it into place and instantly Unit EC003 was completely isolated. Sealed in an enclosure shared only with the voice of the Controller. “Welcome to the collective Unit EC003. Have you enjoyed your assimilation?” The question was rhetorical. The Controller had no real concern for whether Unit EC003 had enjoyed the process.
“Yes Controller, this Unit obeys the Controller.” Emily was rewarded with a burst of pleasure. It was all she could do not to cum.
“Good Unit EC003. You will be receiving additional conditioning and then you will be returned to your apartment to put your affairs in order. Also, you will recruit two new drone candidates to begin conditioning. Is that understood?”
“Yes Controller. This Unit understands and will obey.”
“Good Unit EC003. Have you decided on two possible drone candidates?
“Yes Controller. I have designated Suzanne Wilson, a co-worker, and my sister, Elizabeth Carter. Both will make excellent drones.”
“Good Unit EC003. You will be allowed to resume normal consciousness when you return to your apartment to help the drone candidates begin their conditioning. Conditioning of new drone candidates must be completed within two weeks so that they may be scheduled for initial assimilation into the collective.”
“Yes Controller. Both drone candidates will begin their conditioning very quickly.” The Controller was pleased and Unit EC003 was rewarded with more pleasure. She had become addicted to the pleasure and obeyed without any thought. Helping her sister to become a drone was an easy decision. Her sister had been something of a wild child in years past and she very much needed the discipline that the Controller would bring to her life. Suzanne had been a friend for several years. She had dated on and off, but never seemed to be able to establish a long-term relationship. The Controller would make that problem irrelevant. The drone candidates were satisfactory to the Controller and he programmed Unit EC003’s mind to begin conditioning of Suzanne and Elizabeth. Unit EC003 was then transported back to her apartment. Her programming allowed her to remove her uniform and to dress in her street clothes as needed to secure the new drone candidates and to begin their conditioning. Emily missed the feel of the latex on her skin and the silence and the peace that her mask provided to her mind. However, she understood that the Controller required new drones.
“Liz?”
“Hey, Em. How are you?”
“Great. I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”
“Of course.”
“I need some help moving some furniture in my apartment. Michelle has left and I need to rearrange.”
“Michelle left? Why?”
“She decided to take another job. It was pretty sudden, but it’s a perfect fit for her. I think she will be very happy. She left some clothes and furniture, but I’m sure she will pick it up before too long. Can you come by on Saturday morning?”
“That works. Is 10:00am okay?”
“Perfect. Just wear some grubby clothes. I’ll buy the pizza.”
“How is Mark doing?”
“We broke up. He was not the person I thought he was. I am better off without him.”
“Sorry Em. I’m not dating anyone either right now. I guess Mom and Dad would be disappointed. I really miss both of them.” There was emotion in Elizabeth’s voice. Their parents had died in a car crash five years earlier.
“It’s okay sweetie. I have something that will help you feel better.”
“What?”
“You have to come on Saturday to find out.”
“Okay, boy you are mysterious. See you then.” Elizabeth could not imagine why Emily had broken up with Mark. The last time she saw them together, she just assumed it was a matter of time before they announced their engagement. Mark was a really nice and kind person. Also, what was up with Michelle leaving. Elizabeth had talked to Michelle several months ago and Michelle was getting a promotion at work and seemed very happy. Guess she would find out more on Saturday.