Ending.

Hayley was untied from her hogtie and the quickly tied up again this time to a large chair.

Dee was in the same situation next to her.

Both of them had their gags removed.

"So you were never a Drone?

Hayley shook her head.

"Just a lucky girl that managed to get in an outfit."

"So all of those instructions you did those for what fun?" See questioned.

Hayley nodded.

"What can I say I like to be ordered around by a powerful and sexy woman."

"Then you are going to love the next part then!" Boomed a voice from the speakers.

Hayley and Dee stopped taking unsure what to do next.

"Impersonation of a drone and a mistress in my domain is a very serious offence."

As such the punishment will be as just.

You will become drones, but unlike the rest of my drone work **** you will remember your old life. Unable to escape this life of worship and servitude. You will remember how you used to be but you will never be able to be like that again.

That sounded horrible unbearable Hayley thought. She struggled against her bonds. Unable to move she did little to escape from the drone bearing down on her.

She heard a shout followed by a muffled noise next to her as a second drone **** a gas mask onto Dee's face.

Soon she too was staring towards the looming shadow of the mask. She could not resist try as she might as it was placed on her face.

The tight rubber squeezed up against her skin compressing against her face and cheeks.

The sound of her filtered assisted breathing was all that filled her ears. Until it wasn't.

The voice the same female voice from the speakers. More soothing than when it had sentenced them to their punishment.

"You are are drone, you live to serve the mistress. You obey the mistress. To obey is pleasure. You want to obey. Obey to be rewarded. A good drone obeys. Obedience is your only state. Serve and obey."

This message repeated again and again. Soon it was accompanied by black swirls in the lenses of the gasmask.

Hayley could feel some touching her, tying her hair but she didn't care.

The voice was so soothing.

She was a drone.

No she was not she was Hayley.

No she was a drone but also Hayley.

She wanted to obey.

A wave of pleasure reverbed around her body.

Obedience is pleasure she thought.

Once again a orgasmic sensation hit once more.

I am a drone I will obey the mistress.

Again an orgasmic sensation hit once more.

"I'm a drone! I serve the mistress! She screamed.

The breathy language of the drones echoing around the room.

A few hours later two new drones paced the halls of the path of pleasure. At first the rewarding orgasm masked the realisation of what had happened to them.

As the marched the corridors a tear drop formed in their eyes. Unable to escape down their tightly rubber wrapped cheeks.

Like the owners they were trapped, forever in a tight rubbery prison. Fated to turn others into one of them.

The others were lucky they would forgot their previous selves.

For Hayley she would also feel sorrow as she shouted for the mistress as she converts another contestant.

Sorrow fulled by an intense feeling of sexual pleasure.