Life as a Drone

HJ2150’s life was a simple one: Do whatever Mistress Red said. If it obeyed drone was rewarded. If it didn't well a drone had no mind of its own so it always obeyed. Just a mindless pleasure object programmed for Mistress’ purposes.

HJ2150 didn't remember its old life, like how it came here to win the big prize and how it had ultimately failed. Or how she had been tricked by the rules. Now a mindless drone HJ2150 would never be free and the limited years of service to the path was a lie.

Not that HJ2150 cared…she just wanted to obey.

Rewards came fast and easy for the drones a simple command gave them a surge of pleasure. A harder command or a captured contestant sent them into a orgasmic daze.

The breathing noise that came from the gasmask was the drone moaning in pleasure, as its voice converted through the filter that changed it to the strange and terrifying new language.

HJ2150 had been stationed near the floor of pleasure room. The mistress orders were clear and it obeyed.

Wait till the contestant goes out on to the floor about four paces then enter the room.

From there most of them will be unable to continue allowing the drone to grab them and take them away for converting.

It was an easy task. HJ2150 enjoyed it as much as a mindless powered by pleasure soulless object could.

When her booted feet touched the floor the same jolts of pleasure ran across her body. The moans coming out of her mask often made the contestant try and press on.

Most failed stopping to sit on the floor and pleasure themselves achieving the greatest orgasm that out them in a daze, as they cummed all over themselves and the floor.

HJ2150 would then remove any masks revealing their cum faces to the world. After it picked them up and carried them away for converting.

The latest contestant was a red head with a long fuzz ponytail. She would have reminded HJ2150 of itself if it remembered anything about its old life. The only reminder of that life being the long red braided ponytail sticking out of the back of her tightly affixed shiny black gas mask.

The red head hadn't made it very far and the drone stomped across the floor, as moans escapes from the filter of her mask sounding like “huff huff hiss”.

It bent down pulling the rabbit ears off the mask of the woman's head exposing her ridiculous dimpled smiling face to the camera.

HJ2150 then picked up the sticky mess of a body putting her over her leather clad shoulder. The woman's sticky fingers resting above H2150 black latex ass.

As they walked away the two of them moaned in synch as the floor gave them pleasure once more.

Conversion from this room was easy the drone would put the dazed contestants on the chair binding them in place. Then just came the gas mask…the mistress recording inside it would do the rest.

A completed task. HJ2150 got the reward she deserved: the voice of her mistress in her head.

"Good drones obey, good drones comply and good drones get rewarded. "

HJ2150 enjoyed the jolts of pleasure but a drone could never cum and was locked forever on the edge of bliss. Stuck close to the limit but never to the climax. Not that they minded. A mindless **** of the Mistress never minded anything. Besides they had never cum before… they had always been drones for their Mistress Red.