In the trunk

Jess couldn't see.

She was in complete darkness.

Was she still in the trunk?

Was she somewhere underneath the trunk?

She put out her hands feeling around in the dark. She began to walk forwards a metal rattling followed her movements. Eventually she felt a slight resistance on her legs. She had been chained to something.

She bent down she could feel the thick metal chain running between her ankles and going off towards somewhere behind her.

So she was stuck her for now, unless she could think of a way to get out of this chain anyway.

To her left in the darkness she could hear movement. Large booted footsteps, followed by the low breathing of someone wearing a gas mask.

Someone was in the room with her...

Jess wasn't sure if she should call out to them. If they could team up they would be able to figure out a way out of here.

The footsteps got closer and closer. The breathing sounded like it was right behind her.

Jess turned around slowly.

As she did the room was flooded with light. Blinding her for a second. Jess could only make out the blurred shape of a black figure in front of her.

As her eyes began to adjust to the new light she saw the figures hands come towards her face.

She tried to step backwards, stumbling over the chain.

The black figures hands grabs her mask and with a sharp tug pulled it off.

Jess' shock face was revealed for all to see!

She could see now the face of her attacker. Well mask it wore a black gas mask tightly affix to it's face. A full body clinging catsuit she knew what it was instantly! One of the Drones.

The lights turned off once more.

Jess could feel something grabbing at her arms.

Something was **** onto her face, a strong rubbery smell caught her nose. It was thick and rubber and it pressed hard against her face. Squeezing and contouring against her skin and cheek bones.

A voice spoke out into the darkness, a voice Jess knew only to well. The voice of the Mistress.

"You are a Drone, you will obey, you will serve the mistress. Obey and be rewarded. You are a drone, good drones obey. Good drones follow orders. Good drones obey, good drones get pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. It is good to obey. "

Jess tried not to listen but the mantra continued on and on.

Hypnotic swirls danced in front of her face projected directly into whatever was **** upon her face.

The more the voice spoke the more Jess listened. She couldn't help it.

There was nothing else to focus on just the voice and the swirls.

She wanted to obey.

How would she obey.

She needed to obey.

How could she show the mistress she wanted to obey.

She was a drone and she wanted to obey.

Jess felt a surge of pleasure shooting around her body. Her pussy began to feel wet her nipples hardened.

She was a drone and she wanted to obey.

Once again she felt a sensation ripple around her body.

She said it out loud this time.

"I'm a drone and I want to obey".

Her voice sounded different it came out through the mask she wore. Breathy and filtered unrecognisable as her own. Not even human.

She wasn't human anymore. She was a drone and drones obey.

Drones obey and are rewarded.

She was ready to obey.

She did obey.

The voice of the mistress continued the mantra.

Jess began to pant her vision became blurry, she felt light headed. Each breath she took caught in her throat. Every moan that escaped her lips echoed out in the language of a drone.

That was what it was now a drone. Not Jess she was gone. All that was left was a drone , a good drone that was being rewarded. A good drone that obeyed. A drone that felt pleasure. A drone that served only the mistress.

The new drone began to shed its old clothing. The chains around its ankles had been removed some time ago.

It followed obediently the other drone out of the room. Even with out the lights on the red eyes of the gas mask allowed the drones to see in the darkness.

The voice of the mistress was always there to guide them.

The new drone was being taken to get her new uniform. The only uniform it would ever wear again.

It didn't take long for it to get in the new all black cat suit, black gloves and long black combat boots. The new drone hair was tied into a long tight plaited ponytail. The only evidence of who lies beneath the Drone's uniform.

The final adjustments were made a needle of a strange concoction injected into the neck. Making the all the drone be uniform in body as well. Full breast that rubbed hard against their tight confins. Huge firm ass cheeks that snuggly fit in the cat suits.

The drone was ready.