Alana

Alana could not believe it she had been so confident when she first started and now she had been punished by her fellow contestants. Dragged along by these things.

Alana knew exactly what they were.

They were the drones servants of the path of pleasure. Alana before coming here had been a huge fan of the show. Watching the live stream any chance she got.

Hell she even had a black market poster of the drones in her bedroom.

The paths fans could only speculate about the drones, many had tried to apply to work as one Alana include.

That was how she got the invite to compete in the first place.

The mistress the host of the show was always shrouded in darkness. The drones were the faceless faces of the show.

The fan favourite mascots , Alana consider once dressing as on for Halloween.

Here she was naked and defeated being taken away by the drones.

The idea excited her she was going to be a drone right that was what happened now.

She failed and now had to dress up in the drone uniform and work for the show.

A smile stretched across her face, her friends were going to be so jealous.

The drones shoved her into a room. On the table inside was a drone outfit.

Alana without hesitation set about getting into it.

The catsuit clung to her tits and ass. The tight collar choked her ever so slightly as it formed and constricted around her neck.

Next she put on the boots then styled her hair in the trade mark drone high ponytail.

The gloves felt great as they slipped onto her slender fingers. Finally the moment she was waiting for. The gas mask.

Long had she wanted to be a faceless terror able to do what she wanted to the failure of the course and now her dream will become a reality.

The thick black rubber my moulded around her face compressing against her cheek bones.

The small glass eye holes gave her a focused view point. The mechanism assisted breathing echoed in her ear.

"This is amazing"

She exclaimed.

Her voice coming out of her mask in the strange modified breathy language that the drones spoke.

"I'm glad you like it now be a good drone and look at the spirals for me."

It was the voice of the mistress look at the sprials...

Alana mind went blank as black and white sprials began to swirl in the glass eye holes of her mask.

She couldn't think all she could do was stare into the mezmoring images directly in front of her eyes.

"You are my drone, you will serve me, obey and be rewarded. Obedience is pleasure. You want to obey. You must obey." The voice of the mistress said.

"I will obey... I will...serve... obedience is pleasure." Alana muttered back to herself.

She felt good she was obeying and it felt great.

Her pussy began to get wet her nipples scraping up against her tight catsuit.

",You are now drone AS 167 you will work for me forever you will obey and serve me. Your old life is gone for ever."

"Drone AS167 ready to serve and Obey mistress" the newest faceless drone mindless replied.

The mistress smiled she so did love the drone fan girls such an easy conversation.

"Go and going the rest of my mindless minions obey and be rewarded."

AS167 moaned in pleasure as she walked away.

Obedience was pleasure.