No

Jess saw no point in fighting the blonde haired drone. The drone gloved hands firmly gripped Jess' arm before pulling hard on her mask.

Jess smiled her face on display all of her friends would be so jealous of her right now.

The drone led her out of the room.

The drone led her down a corridor and finally into a room at the end.

The drone made breathy sounds as they walked along. The fans had long decided that this was some sort of coded language that only the drones could understand. Probably filtered in the gas mask.

With a shove in the back Jess now found herself in a small room.

The room had a chair similar to that of a dentist,a window and a table.

On the table sat a lone gas mask.

Jess feel a little jump in her stomach, she could guess what came next.

The drone behind her **** her further into the room. All the way to the chair.

Jess sat down with little resistance, the drone then secured the straps of the chair around Jess's limbs. The leg restraints were far apart forcing her legs to be wide open.

Jess didn't feel uncomfortable even on the cold metal chair. She was still having fun with the experience and was looking forward to what happened next. Being a contestant was fun sure but to work for her favourite show now that would be great.

Fully strapped down and unable to move she felt just like she did when her boyfriend used to play "Path of pleasure" with her.

“Welcome contestants you have all been brought her because you have failed the course and been captured by my loyal drones. I know I said there would be reduced service if you selected the no mask option but very soon you won’t remember anything, all you will want to do is serve me forever.” The female voice boomed out of the speakers in the room.

“Drones convert them!”

What!

Jess thought alarmed.

This couldn't be right this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Serve her forever. The blonde haired gas mask drone that had led her inside stomp towards Jess.

Wait a minute this might all be part of it a way to get into character soon after this was all done she would be taken into a room and briefed about her role going forward.

Jess relaxed slightly after that.

She could make out in the other room next door another person attached to a chair, a drone advancing meaningfully to them also.

This person a woman was not as relaxed as Jess, wriggling and struggling to escape the confines of her chair. To little avail.

The drone in Jess' room pick up the gas mask on the table and carried on towards her.

The drone stood in front of Jess now the uniform face of the gas mask an inch away from her own.

Jess gazed deeply into the lenses of the mask unable to make out anything underneath. The slight tin on them made it impossible to see inside. The tight black rubber sucked up hard against this persons cheeks contouring against the face to create an angular look.

The long filter extending outwardly and down adding to the tightly compacted and stretch faceless person who stood before her.

Jess had become so mesmerized by the mask in front of her she barely noticed the leather gloved hands grabbing a hold of her head and forcing it inside of a gas mask of her own.

The tight rubber pushed against her ears making the sound of her breathing echo and feel near by.

Her now filtered breath sounded alien to her own ears. More like the drones language now that her own.

Through her small circular windows that she would now see out of for the rest of her life she could see the blonde haired drone. It was carefully removing her green cat suit and other clothing items.

Jess' view soon became obscured by dark spirals spinning slowly in front of her eyes. They were soothing, relaxing Jess felt herself becoming calm and light headed.

As she lazily stared at the spinning shapes a voice began to speak.

A soft voice. A powerful voice. One she had heard all day. One she knew well.

The voice of the mistress.

It sounded like it was inside her head caressing her mind creeping into the brain.

"You are a drone, you will do as I say, you feel pleasure when you comply, and you love to comply.”

The voice continued.

“You are a drone, you will do as I say, you feel pleasure when you comply, and you love to comply. Obey and feel pleasure , obedience is all you know you want to obey. Comply and be rewarded."

"Do you comply Drone?"

The voice repeat itself, again and again Jess stared at the spirals, listening to the voice. She was completely naked now strapped to the chair with only her gas mask on.

An exact copy of ever other person strapped to a chair in a long line of rooms down the corridor.

"You are a drone, you will do as I say, you feel pleasure when you comply, and you love to comply.”

“You are a drone, you will do as I say, you feel pleasure when you comply, and you love to comply. Obey and feel pleasure , obedience is all you know you want to obey. Comply and be rewarded."

"Do you comply?"