Honeycomb Pleasure Drone

Narrator's Point of View - Brainwashing - Conditioning - Robot Theme - Technology

Helpless Conversion
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When the first honeycomb networks appeared on her skin, she laughed it off as the result of another drunken escapade gone wild. At least, she actually liked the sharpness and quality of the nature inspired design. After all, it wasn’t the only tattoo she had gotten while partying around town. Some she could recall choosing and some she couldn’t.
 
Her body was her canvas and she loved to decorate it with unique and surprising art. Why make a fuss over this latest one? But as the days went on, she started to notice that 3 honeycombs became 5... Then 8... 

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​A close inspection of her skin revealed that the ink wasn’t the sharp black line she had originally thought. Instead, the lines were actually an intricate design that reminded her of a circuit board. The revelation shocked and impressed her. Never before had she seen a tattoo with the level of detail the artist had managed to incorporate.
 
The joy about sporting such a unique design completely made her forget the fact that it had somehow grown. Besides, she wasn’t the type of girl to worry about trivial things so she simply put it out of her mind.
 
The tattoo, however, was not only growing, but affecting her physically as well. It manifested subtly as arousal and a heightened libido.
 
It made her feel oddly on edge, as if her body was hungering for something she couldn’t quite satiate. Her arousal grew steadily yet, she never found herself feeling that familiar physical drive to satisfy her pleasure. She was a pretty girl that loved the sexual buzz she got from the hungry looks around her so why would this strange arousal feel out of place?
 
Nothing truly phased her until one fateful night where she suddenly found herself waking up, standing nude in front of her prompted computer screen. Her fingers were thick with her pleasure while she stood at perfect attention. It felt too real to be a dream and yet, the moment passed before she could fully awaken. She didn’t even get the chance to wonder how she had gotten herself in such a strange position before her confused blinking suddenly  woke her  up all over again.
 
It was morning and she was  shutting off her alarm...
 
She would have dismissed it, but the doubt lingered in her mind and she made a point to try and see if it would happen again. Which it thankfully didn’t.
 
The tattoo under her skin eventually grew to a point where the sharp lines of the first set of honeycombs faded away and left a shaded after print of their respective centers. You could still clearly discern the honeycomb shapes, yet the design had somehow flipped, making it look like the network had sunk well below her skin and integrated itself into her body.
 
This, in turn, signaled a profound change in her daily life. The change meant that the network replicating inside her was strong enough to, for short periods of time, partially take over her nervous system. It started so subtly that she didn’t even notice that her body moved on its own as she walked or worked. Her mind was drifting to a million thoughts and never thought to notice how little effort she actually put into her tasks. As the circuitry's control grew however, she eventually did notice. 
 
One day, she was hard at work, completely focused on her task and thought to herself that it was time for a break.
 
Only, she didn’t get up to take it.
 
The first few times, the thought came and went without alarm. But as her need to stop and take a breather grew, she realized that her fingers kept working when she was actively willing them to stop.
Naturally, after that shocking revelation, she immediately sought help.
 
Or tried too... 
 
She discovered that every time she would try to message someone about her strange experience, her fingers would simply refuse to cooperate. When she tried to call a friend to voice her concerns, her mouth simply wouldn’t allow her to talk about it and stayed clamped shut. The next morning, she even tried to call in sick, thinking that she would be allowed to do that at least, but to her dismay, her body simply got up, showered and dressed before going into work.
 
Trepidation and panic at her sporadic loss of motor control almost made her manic, but lucky for her, the strange honeycomb network had a plan for that as well.
 
That very evening, once she spent hours pacing with worry, she went to sit in front of her computer. There, without any sort of control on her part, she watched helplessly as her hands retrieved a pair of quality headphones from one of the drawers. She didn’t remember buying the headphones, let alone receiving them. 
 
Her treacherous hands placed them securely on her ears before turning them on. With another wave of questions and panic, she heard them sync up immediately with her computer.
 
Which clearly indicated that somehow, it wasn’t the first time they had been used with her computer. Once the sync completed, her hands typed in an email site she did not recognize and logged into an account named ‘Drone13′.
 
How her fingers knew to type the correct logging and password was a complete mystery to her, but that didn’t stop them from entering the correct information to access ‘Drone13′s’ electronic mail box. She watched as her fingers guided the mouse to open the only email present in the inbox.
 
With a sickening feeling of dread, she noticed that the sender was called ‘ControllerSixOne’.
 
There was no title or text inside the missive, just a web address. Her heart started to pound as she watched herself click on the link. She was redirected to an URL that immediately displayed a dizzying pattern of colors while her headphones came to life, pumping tonal beats that both hammered and soothed her ear drums. 
 
With a large amount of shock, she realized that the video was meant to hypnotize her. Her panic grew and grew until her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. For a brief moment, her gathering resolve enabled her to close her eyes and turn her head away from the screen. 
 
If only for a moment...
 
The instant she managed to break the honeycomb network’s control, the minor victory sent a wave of relief and joy through her whole being. However, that same wave of relief also shattered the weak hold she had managed to gain over her body. Her eyes were forced open as her head slowly turned back to watch the dizzying colors. 
 
The setback appalled her, but didn’t discourage her. She couldn’t just surrender to whatever was happening to her so she spent a good hour trying to make herself turn away, close her eyes or even knock the headphones off her head.
 
Anything to prevent her computer from lulling her into a blank thoughtless abyss.
 
But alas...
 
The few small victories she gained were far from enough to break the hold the honeycomb network had on her body. Her will to resist slowly drained away with every attempt as the binaural beats and captivating colors chipped away at her conscious thoughts. 
 
Little by little, without her even realizing it, the fight was incrementally removed from her thoughts as her eyes eventually glazed over. Her mind steadily focused on the exhausting task of resisting, steadily scattering all other thoughts from her head. If she had understood that her resistance and determination acted as a focus for her induction, she might have had a better chance to resist the mind numbing effects of the file.
 
That thought never occurred to her however and she continued to stubbornly focus all her dwindling mental capacity to resist the network’s control. Unwittingly, her desire to prevent her induction became her undoing as it combined with the video and audio that relentlessly assaulted her senses. 
 
Effectively lulling her into a drowsy stupor that sank her into a deep state of trance.
 
She couldn’t say when she started to fall into a trance, but she knew it had happened when she suddenly found herself staring at the black screen of her computer, which had apparently turned off. She felt stiff and drowsy as she blinked away the effects of the video. Eventually, she noticed that an empty glass had appeared on her desk. A glass that still had fresh traces of water in it, informing her that at some point, she had gotten up to drink without having any memory of it.
 
Her body shuddered, but her mind felt oddly disconnected from the realization.
 
Every night, after she was done with her work day and had completed her household chores, she would fight the impossible impulse to go sit in front of her computer screen and allow it to brainwash her for a few hours.
 
She resisted it as much as she could, but every night, her surrender would come a little sooner.
 
On a few occasions, she tried to log back into the strange email website. She clearly remembered the login information and she thought she could at least go back to the dizzying video to analyze it. Possibly scan through it to find out what the hell the trance inducing file was doing to her. But just like her attempts to seek help, her body refused to allow her access, subtly redirecting her to other tasks. 
 
She inevitably capitulated and stopped fighting when she realized that the now familiar file was able to place her in a trance in mere moments. Her worries and fears had already been thoroughly soothed away by that point, so when the file changed and she started to wear her headphones around the house, she barely mustered the will to worry about it.
 
It was just one more thing that happened in her day.
 
She had deduced that the brainwashing files had made her docile and accepting of her situation. She found relief and peace without the swirling patterns and tonal beats. So in a way, hearing them as she worked around her home was comforting. 
 
The constant and profound binaural tone grew deeper, creating a buzzing that dulled her thoughts. Making them sluggish and hard to form. Before, she would be thinking about a million different things while she washed the dishes or cleaned her home, but now, as the strange tone blared in her ears, she found that her idle thoughts came slowly.
 
If at all.
 
To her mild surprise, her mind just seemed to idle as she worked and as a result, her focus grew sharper. Enabling her to solely concentrate on the task at hand.
 
Truth be told...
 
It felt rather nice to just let go and let her mind turn off while she worked. It made her days go by so fast as her attention completely skipped anything remotely menial or boring.
 
Wouldn’t you wish to have the ability to just fast-forward to the end of a boring task? Like washing the dishes or doing 3 loads of laundry? Your taxes? Scrubbing the floor on hands and knees? A hard workout at the gym?
 
Even as her general awareness shrank under the binaural tone’s care. She even found herself, in those dwindling moments of consciousness, appreciating the fact that she didn’t remember all the extra chores that had made her home spotless. It was as if she had hired a maid without having to pay for one.
 
Well… She didn’t pay with money at least…
 
More and more, her day grew to involve her less and less. She would wake up and be aware of getting ready before the tonal beats made her mind zone out as started her now daily workout routine. 
All the while, her mind heard the whispered commands that had started to filter through the unending base playing in her headphones. Without her conscious mind realizing it, her mind was being conditioned to associate specific responses to precis commands.
 
The perfect example of this was the whispered ‘Execute training protocol 1′, which could barely be heard right before her body was made to go sit in front of her laptop for her daily brainwashing session.
 
Before long and without her realizing it, the honeycomb network would slowly delay the control it exerted over her body after such a command was issued. It was the perfect way to see if she would instinctively move herself to the computer or wait for the honeycomb network to do it for her.
 
And little by little, the honeycomb network manipulated her body less and less until the day when she went to start her brainwashing all on her own without even a hint of intervention by the network.
The whole process implanted and conditioned many such commands as she went about her day, always in moments where her mind was idling and not properly active, but fully receptive to the constant barrage of repetitive programming. 
 
Those idling moments came more frequently as she would tune out her surroundings while she worked. By that in her conversion, her old personality and awareness would  be called upon when a coworker required her attention. Her ‘self-awareness’ even found it rather fun to skip jump between those moments of lucidity and control. 
 
One minute she would be completely focused on her work before drifting off into the tone playing in her head and the minute after, she would find herself back home, stepping into her shower. 
Foggy memories of her work day would sometimes come to her as she washed, but she couldn’t muster the will to care and simply let them slip away like the water pouring down the drain. 
The honeycomb network never forced her to wash, but she always took the time to enjoy the brief moment of freedom.
 
Yet… 
 
If she was honest with herself, she started to yearn for the peace of her idle mind and so, even her showering became progressively more efficient. Before long, a new step in her routine manifested one evening when she came out of the shower. Instead of simply drying and dressing herself, she was pushed to go stand in front of her webcam to slowly masturbate.
 
It wasn’t the only time she had ‘awoken’ to find herself rubbing her clit  in carnal pleasure, but this felt different as the whispered commands edged her on while she pleasured herself.
 
She never remembered how her masturbation session ended, she assumed that she reached some sort of release, but she couldn’t confirm that she had. She would just ‘wake up’ in the kitchen as she started to make herself a healthy dinner and that would be the end of it.
 
Oddly enough, she did not crave to know or feel her expected release. The pleasure was just... Pleasure. Her thoughts didn’t go so far as to expect the explosion that used to accompany such activities.
 
If anything, it was just another part of her meticulous day and she didn’t even have the instinct to worry about it.
 
The exhibitionistic masturbation wasn’t the only erotic thing to add itself to her long list of daily tasks. At some point in her slow transformation, her computer chair had changed and sported a fixed dildo that would nestle up perfectly within her as she sat and openly allowed the screen to brainwash her.
 
She didn’t remember switching out her chair, but she didn’t remember a lot of things so why worry about it?
 
At some point, other dildos appeared on the other chairs around her home, which meant that wherever she happened to sit, she had to impale herself. She had a hard time at first because even if her arousal was now practically constant, her pussy wasn’t always dripping wet and ready to be filled to the brim with the rubbery phalluses. 
 
Little by little however, it became second nature for her and when she reached a point where she could almost sit down seamlessly on each, the number of dildo’s doubled.
 
Her waking mind never truly noticed that she had gotten into the habit of wearing an anal butt plug, but her body did and slowly adjusted itself to larger and thicker plugs until she was made to sit on double shafts for her brainwashing.
 
Under the constant conditioning, her old self slowly regressed and faded away into the whispers and binaural tones that constantly assailed her.
 
Her last lucid thoughts came when she awoke gagging on a dildo she had apparently placed in her shower. She couldn’t recall when she had even bought it, much less when she stuck it on the glass of her shower door, but as she woke up, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the full girth down her throat, she thought about how incredible it was that she was even able to suck it down so deeply.
 
In that moment, if her lucidity would have lasted more than a few moments, she would possibly have been able to stir up a shadow of emotion or anxiety. But as it turned out, her mind was too content with the simple bliss of efficiency. 
 
As she slowly pulled away, she didn’t think it was meaningful that she was in her shower, training her throat on a dildo. Her life had slowly become a series of tasks to perform as efficiently as her body would allow. 
 
And deep throating a dildo was just one of many.
 
Her mind shrank to the exact point it needed to be so that it could still be called upon to interact with others, but no more. It became closer to a background subroutine that was kept idle for most of the day rather than a sense of self. 
 
Her identity became utterly unimportant to her while she accomplished her goals. 
 
Every day, her mind slowly migrated from emotional and thoughtful, to efficient and calculating.
 
The things that happened to her throughout the day was simple feedback about the world around her. Emotions never flared except when they were needed to appear normal and maintain the facade that nothing special was happening to her.
 
Information was absorbed and stored in her mind without her even noticing it. Important information would just surface as needed and served as proof that she wasn’t mindless at all. She saw and remembered everything that happened to her, she just didn’t notice it unless she needed it.
 
By the time the honeycomb network had spread to over 50% of her body, she was no longer the girl she used to be as her mind changed under the constant onslaught of her brainwashing.
 
Her mind now followed simple input commands and obeyed them without questions. Her conditioned responses were so deeply implanted that her mind was barely utilized to assimilate and execute a command.
 
She reached a point where she would be commanded to learn a new task by reading or practicing it instead of being puppeted to do it. She would instantly comply and further help develop her skills and her programming.
 
Her thought patterns grew more efficient and were now conditioned to react as a computer program instead of a human. All she cared to understand was absorbing inputs and responding with the conditioned and programmed outputs. The network no longer needed to focus on controlling her body to accomplish her tasks and instead, started to work inward to optimize and heal her cells.
Combined with her perfectly tailored workouts, her subdermal network worked to enhance her skin, making her look more stunning than she had ever looked before while also boosting her immune system.
 
Every day, she became more efficient as her natural beauty gradually evolved while she continued to mindlessly train and learn about the tasks that were put to her. She would spend hours reading volume after volume about cooking and cleaning, but also spent days memorizing programming languages and economics.
 
The network continued to grow and infuse itself into her body while her daily brainwashing links tailored themselves to her evolving mental structures. Information flowed out of the screen and easily imprinted into her open mind as if she truly was a computer, simply copying updates and files. Her mind had been altered so thoroughly that a simple input command and description was enough to implant a new trigger or protocol. 
 
Her mind assimilated information with increasing ease because her entire brain matter was dedicated to the task. There were no spare thoughts or emotions to cloud or hinder the process, there were only the input commands and associated programmed responses.
 
Her mind became calm and blissful as her psyche started to rebuild itself around a new and more numeric foundation. Never before had she felt so at peace with herself or her life. There was beauty in the complete focus she was now able to apply to her tasks.
 
During the final phase of her transformation, she had started to chat directly with ControllerSixOne. The talks were brief and aimed to test her responsiveness to commands while also evaluating her progress. 
 
She behaved flawlessly and before long, text based chats moved on to audio calls where she finally heard the voice behind all the whispered commands that played in her binaural tones. 
The day finally came when the honeycomb network had completely covered and assimilated 100% of her skin. That marked a new beginning for her, which became evident when she observed herself in the bathroom mirror ro apply her makeup.
 
Her eyes no longer registered herself as a human being that had been brainwashed, her calculating gaze only saw a Drone staring back at her in the mirror.
 
The woman she had been was no more.
 
All that remained was Drone 13.
 
The realization went completely unnoticed and was efficiently filed away as simple information. It held as much fascination as the time of day, well actually, maybe even less than that since the time of day held importance to keep her multiple tasks on schedule. 
 
At the end of the day, once her daily brainwashing session allowed it to awaken, Drone 13 selected a tasteful set of lingerie and put it on. It then got dressed and packed a small travel bag.
 
Mind completely blank and peaceful, Drone 13 stepped outside of its home and made its way towards an unknown destination.

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Fit Testing the New Drone


It took a long while, but Drone 13 had no concept of wasted time or feelings of boredom, it simply walked as efficiently as its body would allow.
 
Eventually, it found its way to the back entrance of a particular shop. Once its past human self would hazily recall as the place it had gotten the honeycomb tattoo. The door was unlocked and Drone 13 made its way down to the basement.
 
It entered a large room and dropped its bag on the floor as it proceeded to remove its outer layer of clothing. Its eyes did not focus on the details of the room, there were no commands in her task cue that needed it. It simply folded its discarded clothes before standing at attention and stared forward.
 
Time stopped meaning anything to Drone 13 as it patiently waited. Did it stand there for a few minutes? An hour? If a command string needed the information, it would be able to calculate it, but no such command was issued so Drone 13 stayed perfectly still and content.
 
“You have turned out even better than I could have hoped for Drone 13.” came a deep male voice from behind. “Putting aside all the extra nanotech while optimizing the ones I needed to fulfill the client’s order wasn’t a waste of effort. Not by a long shot….”
 
The voice sank deep into Drone 13’s mind, instantly connecting with the hours of whispered commands it had been conditioned to obey. This was the man that had converted and trained it so when he stepped into its field of vision, Drone 13 immediately made the connection.
 
The tall bearded man smiling at it was ControllerSixOne.
 
He admired the drone for a few moments before he spoke up.
 
“I’ve never had such an impressive order.” he said. “I mean... Who needs a dozen drones anyway? Is it just to populate some remote mansion? Or are they planning to open some sort of specialized brothel?”
 
Drone 13 did not respond or extrapolate on his questions because his queries weren’t directed to it. Drone 13 simply stood and waited. Which made the man smile.
 
“But then again…” he said. “They pay me well enough to mind my own business so who cares what they do with them as long as they respect the terms of our contract.”
 
He started to walk around Drone 13 and stepped out of its line of sight.
 
“I’m glad they ordered so many though.” he said. “Otherwise, I would never have had the means to acquire you.”
 
He stepped back into view and faced her, still smiling.
 
“Controllers are not usually allowed to create a drone for my personal use, but I had that covered.” he said. “There were risks in tampering with the regular nanobot dosages, so if one of the 12 conversions failed, then you would have been a backup to replace it.”
 
His smile grew as he extended his hand to caress Drone 13’s cheek.
 
“Luckily…” he said. “All 12 Drones were delivered a few days ago and none of them failed. Which means that you are all mine. Isn’t that right?”
 
Drone 13 wasn’t deaf, but it still did not respond to his casual question, which made him smile as he removed his hand.
 
“Drone 13.” he said. “Who am I?”
 
Drone 13’s eyes didn’t focus or move, they were not required to answer the question.
 
“You are ControllerSixOne.” Drone said in a flat tone.
 
“That is certainly correct.” he said. “But I am much more than that, I'm afraid. Drone 13, execute command string 101.”
 
As the conditioned command sank into Drone 13′s analytic mind, it felt something fundamental switch on inside its thought process.
 
“Request confirmed.” Drone 13 said. “Executing command string 101.”
 
Drone 13’s eyes refocused on the man that issued the command string. Its whole brain was immediately put to the task of analyzing and cataloging his face. Every detail was stored in a pre-arrange spot inside its mind. A data block completely dedicated to identifying the person that had administrative rights to Drone 13’s program.
 
The command string effectively imprinted ControllerSixOne, the man standing in front of it, as its sole owner and administrative controller.
 
Once Drone 13 was done, it locked away all the conditioned commands it had been trained to obey. From that moment on, only ControllerSixOne could issue them, ensuring complete ownership and obedience.
 
“Acquisition of administrative and ownership rights accepted.” Drone said. “Please input private and social labels.”
 
“Private label: Controller.” he said. “Social label: Henry.”
 
“Labels accepted and saved.” Drone 13 said. “Greetings Controller, you are now the proud owner and administrator of Drone 13.”
 
“Excellent…” he said. “Drone 13, describe your functions.”
 
Like before, the command reached effortlessly into Drone 13’s mind and called up the answer that was required of it.
 
“This unit has been programmed as a domestic pleasure drone as well as having work emulation functions.”
 
“That’s right.” he said. “Which means that you will eventually be put to work at my tattoo parlor. I’ve been in need of a trustworthy clerk and you, Drone 13, will be exactly that. You will also learn to tattoo and take on a few walkins to help sell the backstory that you decided to go from being a canvas to an artist.”
 
Drone 13 saved the new data and immediately proceeded to recall any and all information that would help it in its projected new task.
 
“Of course…” he said. “I’ll have you progressively switch jobs by having you start as a part time employee. Over time, you’ll be able to easily switch to your eventual full time job here. Drone 13, execute command string stoic 35.”
 
His voice reached in and triggered a very well conditioned response. Drone 13’s arms lifted to extend horizontally to its side and allowed its body to grow still and immobile. Drone 13’s air intake rhythm grew slow and steady as most of its alert functions went on standby.
 
The man nodded with obvious satisfaction and moved behind Drone 13. His hands started to caress its smooth flawless skin, which went completely unnoticed by Drone 13. 
 
“It always amazes me…” he commented. “The nanobots work so brilliantly to boost the drone’s immunity and health. I’ve seen quite a few transformations and in every case, regardless of the raw material it’s injected into, the nanobots always manage to coax out the very best to create alluring and healthy drones. And now that the matrix has completely enveloped you, I’m jealous to say that you’ll be immune to almost all forms of diseases.”
 
His hands moved up Drone 13’s tummy and gently cupped its breasts.
 
“That is of course…” he said in its ear. “Only part of the transformation you went through. As innovative and incredible as the nanobots are, they simply don’t have the capability to re-write and code the human mind. Not yet anyway…”
 
After massaging Drone 13’s breast, his hands made their way to the back, where they made slow deliberate work of the bra’s clasp.
 
“Luckily, the honeycomb network they create comes in handy when applying more traditional mental programming techniques.” he said as he pushed both its arms forward.
 
Drone 13’s body did not resist the push and assumed the new position without effort. While this particular command string was active, it was basically a mannequin the controller could pose however he liked. 
 
“It makes things so much easier…” he said as he gently slipped both bra straps over its shoulders. “Before, one needed to drug or restrain a subject to force them to engage in such an intense brainwashing session. So much useless physical stress…”
 
He stepped back in front of Drone 13 and slowly guided the bra along its arms until it went beyond its hands and fell to the floor.
 
“Lovely lingerie by the way…” he said. “You will keep it for further use.”
 
The information was important and Drone 13 stored it without even thinking about it while he moved to face it.
 
“Now though…” he said as he peered into Drone 13’s eyes. “We can easily control and force the subject to sit and watch the files without physical harm or needless drugs. The network adapts and controls the muscles, preventing them from straining against our control. The subject just… Sits… Docile and imprisoned in their own body while the file goes to work on their mind. No doubt you remember it all. Don’t you?”
 
The question was important and Drone 13 was easily able to answer it, but it didn’t because the stoic freeze it was executing prevented any interaction until the command string was deactivated. He chuckled at her complete lack of response.
 
“You are so beautiful… A real prize you’ve worked so hard to offer me.” he commented. “Well… You didn’t really have a choice in the matter and in truth, I’m the one that did most of the work. It’s no small feat to constantly update and program your nanobots to keep them working at optimal levels. Not to mention all the personalized files I created to brainwash and reprogram your brain.”
 
He gently took Drone 13 wrists and moved them until they were located in the small of its back. He left a soft kiss on Drone 13 lips before straightening back up. His eyes admired its vacant stare for a long moment before letting his eyes drift down to its chest. 
 
“Spectacular…” he said as his hands came up to cup Drone 13’s breasts once more. “Truly divine and admittedly perkier… Another minor side effect, but the nanobots can’t work miracles so your tits must have already been rather firm and perky to start with.“
 
He massaged them for a long while before his hands came up to grab Drone 13’s face.
 
“Simply beautiful… And all mine…” he said, looking deep into its eyes. “We are going to have so much work to do… I have plans to develop the nanobots further and your time studying their particular style of coding language will come in handy. But that can come later…”
 
He gently pulled on Drone 13’s neck so its body would bend at the waist. He pushed down until Drone 13 was at a square angle, effectively placing its head level with his crotch.
 
“For now… It’s time to test the fit of my new Honeycomb Pleasure Drone…” he said, placing a finger on its forehead.
 
He pushed up while keeping a hand on Drone 13’s neck, making its head crane up to face forward. If Drone 13 still had any notion of discomfort, this position would have been strenuous. But as it was, Drone 13 didn’t register the awkward position or the discomfort that came from craning its neck so far back that its jaw slightly opened.
 
It simply assumed the new position, completely at peace and content.
 
He smiled and admired the perfect stillness of his new acquisition before he reached down and placed his thumb in its mouth. He parted Drone 13’s jaw further as he undid his pants and freed his erection.
 
“According to all the data I collected from your training…” he said as he caressed Drone 13’s lips with his cock. “This should prove rather comfortable for both of us.”
 
With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of Drone 13’s mane while he aimed his cock with the other. With no sense of urgency, he slowly pushed into Drone 13’s mouth until he felt a hint of resistance at the back of its throat. Which didn’t stop his progress in the slightest.
 
He pushed on and easily slipped down its throat until his pelvis hit its nose.
 
“Hhmm…” he moaned. “Fits like a glove… A very moist and velvety glove…”
 
He kept his cock buried deep within Drone 13’s throat, savoring the feel of it for a long moment. The act would have surely worried the human it was before the conversion. Her old mind would have wondered how long he planned to prevent her from breathing and she would worry about controlling her gag reflex.
 
Drone 13 did not have any of those concerns. As soon as the cock slipped down its throat, well trained subroutines executed and it calmly reserved the precious oxygen in its lungs. The minor reactions of its flesh were immediately pushed down as drool started to pour past the seal of its lips.
 
A trickle of pleasure shot down Drone 13’s nerves, not because it was sexually aroused to be serving its owner with its mouth, but because it had been conditioned to feel pleasure when a phallus was detected in its oral opening.
 
Drone 13 stayed perfectly still as its oxygen levels slowly dropped lower and lower. It didn’t process it or extrapolate on what would happen if the levels reached 0. It was trained to simply shut down and wait for the levels to come back up. 
 
Controller didn’t bother to reach that point however. He eventually pulled out, allowing Drone 13 to calmly take in new reserves of air before he pushed back in. Again and again, he slowly pumped his full length into his toy’s mouth and smiled at its complete lack of reaction or resistance.
 
“I can definitely understand why our clients pay so much for this option…” he commented, still stroking himself inside Drone 13’s mouth. “The face basically acquires a second pussy that can take on the clients full length while also being nimble and devoted to their pleasure. Fuck… I can’t wait to execute the oral worship preference calibrations…”
 
The oral conditioning Drone 13 had accomplished ensured that its lips would automatically seal around a cock like form as it used its mouth. A simple command to stay open could easily override this of course, but Controller did not issue such a command so as he stroked his cock from hilt to tip, he felt Drone 13’s lips along his whole length. 
 
Drone 13 could easily detect a growing sense of urgency in its owner’s thrusts, but, as per its current command string, it did not move a muscle and stayed perfectly still
 
“Those calibrations can wait though…” he said as he pulled out. “For now, I wish to see how the rest of you fits.”
 
Drone 13’s mouth had not been closed and it stayed that way as he moved around it. Drool slowly  slipped out of Drone 13’s mouth and pooled on the floor, completely unnoticed by its stoic mind. Hands gently caressed Drone 13’s back as he moved behind it.
 
His fingers traced imaginary lines for a moment before hooking themselves into Drone 13’s lacey panties. Slowly, he pulled them up over its ass and down its legs. Drone 13 registered that the fabric fell to the ground and around its ankles, but didn’t react to the new information.
 
“Oh my…” he said. “Seems like the pleasure protocols are running nicely.”
 
His foot slipped in between Drone 13’s legs and gently pushed its left ankle outward. Without resistance, Drone 13 slowly allowed the guidance, effectively spreading its legs while it adjusted its stance. His hands caressed Drone 13’s hips and ass before using his thumbs to spread its ass cheeks.
 
“Excellent…” he said as he admired his drone’s perfect ass. “I also see that you got my little friend…”
 
His right thumb traced the fake blue jewel that stuck out of Drone 13’s ass. 
 
“I’m aware that not all your work days allow you to keep wearing this…” he said as he pushed and moved it around. “But today looks like you could.”
 
The anal stimulation sent thrills of pleasure in much the same way as the cock in its mouth. It was simple conditioning that associated pleasure with penetration, which  helped Drone 13 accept the intense physical training.
 
Without warning, he reached down and tested the wetness of Drone 13’s pussy. His fingers explored and opened its outer lips, sending physical signals of pleasure into Drone 13’s body. Still, it didn’t gasp or react to the added sensation. 
 
Instead, just like it had been conditioned to, Drone 13 simply redirected the pleasure to serve as fuel for its bodily arousal to make sure it was constantly ready for sexual use.
 
“Now..” he said as he lifted his fingers to his lips, tasting Drone 13’s arousal. “Let’s see how your primary pleasure opening fits…”
 
He approached his cock, rubbing his tip all around Drone 13 soaked opening, before pushing himself inside in one smooth thrust. Back when Drone 13 was still a woman, this sharp impalement would have made her moan out in shock and mild discomfort. Controller’s size was, after all, slightly above average.
 
But Drone 13 didn’t react at all as the thick phallus completely buried itself inside its pussy. It had trained itself daily to condition its flesh to accept this exact length and girth. 
 
“Fuck…” he said as his hips hit Drone 13’s ass. “Such a satisfyingly wet sleeve you turned out to be…”
 
He relished the tight sensation for a long moment as Drone 13 calmly waited in its bent position. 
 
“There nothing quite like fucking a woman bareback…” he commented as he caressed Drone 13’s ass. “I’m so glad the nanobots effectively turn off your ovaries. I can fill you with as much cum as I wish and not worry about any troublesome aftereffects. Well… Until I decide otherwise of course… Then my little pleasure Drone can become a host… Which would also be an interesting experiment in itself… But that’s not my concern right now…”
 
He smiled and started to move his cock in and out of Drone 13’s dripping pleasure opening. His thrusts were slow and very deliberate as he savored every inch. Physical pleasure bloomed inside Drone 13’s body, but like before, it simply served to bolster its body’s arousal and lubrication.
 
Its mind didn’t need to register or enjoy the pleasure. It was a drone after all and pleasure wasn’t useful for a machine unless it served a purpose. 
 
“My god… You feel so PERFECT!” he commented as he sharply impaled Drone 13, loudly slapping his hips on its ass. “This opening will definitely help me release my tension and work through my frustrations…”
 
He grabbed Drone 13’s hips and proceeded to pound into its pussy for a long while before stopping, completely impaled, to take a steadying breath. Drone 13 had been hard pressed to maintain its position, but it did. As he caught his breath and slapped its ass, Drone 13 was still bent over at the waist, mouth open with its arms in its back.
 
“Filling you up will no doubt feel exquisite… he said as he pulled out. “But that can wait until I’m done fit-testing your last opening…”
 
His left hand spread its ass wide while his right took hold of the jewel. With one slow tug, he pulled out the impressive anal plug and smiled at the slickness it left behind.
 
“Marvelous…” he commented as he placed the plug in Drone 13’s right hand, closing its fingers around it. “I’m pleased to see that my latest directive to use extra lube was executed. It means that this too should prove just as comfortable for both of us.”
 
He slapped his hard shaft on the opening a few times before he aimed his slick cock into Drone 13’s last pleasure opening. He pushed in slowly at first, but once he realized how easily his cockhead slipped in, he pushed himself fully in one hard stroke.
 
Just like with its mouth and pussy, Drone 13 showed no sign that it even registered the penetration. It simply stayed bent forward, mouth open and drooling on the floor, waiting to execute whatever command string its owner required of it.
 
“This too fits wonderfully…” he commented as he pushed his hips hard against Drone 13’s ass. “You already feel so perfect and I haven’t even executed your copulation simulation protocols…”
Just like with its pussy, he started to stroke himself slowly inside Drone 13’s ass as he savored the tight fit. Again and again, he rammed into its ass relentlessly as his pace slowly grew.
 
“Tonight…” he said between thrusts. “You will spend a few hours here to get familiar with your new work station.”
 
Each pounding sent thrills of pleasure to feed Drone 13’s arousal conditioning, but her stoic mind didn’t actively register anything else except its owner’s voice. 
 
“You’ll set up and research any and all social ties you used to possess…” he said as his pace accelerated. “And once you’ve fully analyzed them all… You’ll complete a detailed report on the best way to deal with each. Which should be gradually terminated and which you need to maintain… Fuck you are tight…”
 
His pace grew too intense for him to continue with his directives so he simply continued to enjoy the fruits of his labor. As he was about to cum deep into Drone 13’s ass, he pulled out, regaining the control over his orgasm before aiming lower and fucking its pussy.
 
Again and again, he would stroke himself to the brink before pulling out and switching holes. Which also included Drone 13’s mouth. He would move around it, admire its immobile pose and use whichever pleasure opening he was closest too.
 
By the time he was aching to cum, he had thoroughly tested each and was completely satisfied by their performance. He could have chosen to erupt all over its perfect skin, but opted to properly claim his drone by finishing deep within its pussy.
 
He pounded furiously into his drone until he impaled it with such force that it had to step forward to keep its assigned pose. He pulled it tight against him as he filled Drone 13’s wet opening, relishing the long awaited climax he had worked so hard to experience.
 
As for Drone 13, it showed no signs that it registered its owner’s release. It simply waited for its next command to execute.
 
“Fuck…” he finally breathed as he pulled out. “Now that was long overdue…”
 
He slapped Drone 13’s ass lovingly before he reached out and took the anal plug from its grasp. He examined it a little before spreading Drone 13’s ass cheeks to insert the plug back into its home. Once he was satisfied that it was secure, he moved to face his drone.
 
“Drone 13…” he said. “Cancel command string stoic 35.”
 
The command sank deep into its mind, switching off the protocol Drone 13 had enacted for the last hour. It closed its mouth and slowly straightened up to face its owner. 
 
“Good.” he said as he reached and caressed its cheek. “Now… Drone 13, follow me.”
 
He turned and led his drone deeper into the building, going through a few corridors before entering a small windowless room. 
 
“Drone 13.” he said as he waved around the small room. “Save this room as your programming and research workstation. This will be your assigned space when I’ll task you with programming duties as well as being your new brainwashing station when you are here. From here, you will also assist me in my future orders. A great deal of research goes into selecting potential drones and your efficiency and focus will make my job a hundred times easier. Not to mention that you’ll be able to monitor their progress during their long conversions.”
 
“Request confirmed.” Drone 13 intoned before scanning the room.
 
It was a simple windowless room with a few shelves that supported a variety of books and electronic parts. At the far end, pushed up against the wall, was a sophisticated desk that could be electronically adjusted to different heights. Attached to the workstation, there was a special stool that could also move up and down in time with the desk.
 
The stool itself was rather special as it looked more like the headrest from a massage table than a regular round stool. It formed almost a whole circle, forming a ‘U’ rather than an ‘O’ when observed from above. The open part faced away from the desk while the front of the specialized stool featured a built-in dildo.
 
Drone 13 could easily analyze its intended seating position and understood that the dildo was meant to slip inside its pussy while the open end of the seat would allow access to its ass. Working on such a stool would have proven very uncomfortable to its past human self, but for Drone 13, it would be of little to no concern.
 
“Drone 13.” he said. “Connect with your work station and execute the research task I proposed earlier.
 
“Request confirmed.” Drone 13 said before moving forward.
 
It aligned itself with the dildo and sat down with practiced ease. The logging for the laptop sitting on the desk was dug up from the depths of her implanted data and Drone 13 wasted no time in compiling a list of all her social contacts.
 
Its focus completely applied itself to the task as the familiar peace and pleasure enveloped it. Performing tasks was what a drone was for and it felt something akin to joy as it efficiently started to create the requested report.
 
Time meant nothing to Drone 13, only its assigned task.
 
It still registered the passage of time, but its current task did not require it to notice so Drone 13 didn’t. It simply worked and analyzed. Nothing more.
 
It could have been 10 minutes or 2 hours, Drone 13 didn’t notice or care. The only thing it knew was that at some point, the desk and stool started to lift up. It didn’t hinder its assigned task so Drone 13 simply continued to write its report. 
 
The desk went from a position where Drone 13 had been in a sitting to one where it was almost standing without it showing any signs it noticed the change. Even when his hands started to caress and massage its breasts, Drone 13 continued to analyze and type without issue. Controller smiled and kissed its shoulder.
 
“I see you’ve been hard at work.” he said. “I would expect nothing less of course…”
 
His hands squeezed Drone 13’s breasts hard, eliciting no response from it.
 
“I too was hard at work…” he said as his hands caressed their way to Drone 13’s hips. “And now it’s time for a well earned break…”
 
His hands went lower and made quick work of removing Drone 13’s anal plug. Without much preparation, he aimed and slipped his cock inside the pre-lubed pleasure opening. It was easy because Drone 13’s ass was now perfectly leveled with his cock.
 
“Oh yeah… That’s the stuff…” he moaned as he fully impaled it. “I’ve been dying to try out this desk ever since I installed it…”
 
Drone 13 registered the penetration and adapted its body accordingly. Before, when it was frozen into place, it simply experienced the anal fuck. But as its owner started to move in and out of its tight ass, Drone 13 applied the protocols it was trained for.
 
On each inward thrust, Drone 13 would lightly flex it’s inner muscles to provide maximum tightness while on each downward stroke, it would relax its grip. Much like any other pleasure protocols, this was its baseline function for penetration of its rear pleasure opening. Any number of commands would modify and adapt Drone 13’s reactions to maximize its owner’s pleasure.
 
“Fuck…” he moaned. “I’m so glad to feel the results of your training…”
 
His comment was registered and saved, but didn’t include a command so Drone 13 simply continued to work on its report. It had to adjust the rhythm of its typing to each of its owner’s thrusts, but other than that, it could easily continue with its assigned task while Controller thoroughly used its pleasure opening.
 
The time its owner used Drone 13 for his pleasure meant nothing to it. One moment, Controller was using it for his pleasure and at some point later on, he was done and came deep within its ass. The only disturbance it created for Drone 13 was the slight delay in its typing speed. Nothing more.
 
“I’m so glad I installed this desk…” he said as he picked up Drone 13’s anal plug. “It’s going to be so hot fucking you while you are being brainwashed…”
 
Drone 13 felt the plug being re-inserted into her rear pleasure opening, but didn’t react to it. 
 
The task was long and involved, but by the time Drone 13 had compiled the full list and analyzed every possible outcome, it was satisfied that it had fulfilled its given assignment. It logged into its email and proceeded to send a copy of the in depth report to its owner.
 
It then waited, still sitting on the dildo, for its owner to assign it a new task.
 
Did it wait for an hour? 2? A few minutes? 
 
Drone 13 didn’t notice because there was no reason to acknowledge the passage of time.
 
“Well done Drone 13.” he said, prompting Drone 13 to turn to look at its owner.
 
“Thank you Controller.” it said.
 
“Now…” he said as he lowered the desk back down. “You will get up and follow me.”
 
“Request confirmed.” it said.
 
Drone 13 extricated itself from the dildo and obediently followed its owner through more corridors and a flight of stairs. It didn’t take them long to reach a large room on the upper floor.
 
“Drone 13.” he said as he waved towards the room. “Save this room as your owner’s bedroom.”
 
“Request confirmed.” it said.
 
Drone 13 scanned the room and registered every piece of furniture and wall decoration that identified the new space as its owner’s bedroom.
 
“Excellent…” he said once it was clear Drone 13 was done. 
 
He moved inside and let himself fall onto his mattress. Drone 13 still had to ‘follow’ its owner so it went to stand next to the bed. Controller turned on his back and openly leered and admired his drone.
 
“You are so damn sexy…” he commented. “And all mine…”
 
Drone 13 accepted the comments, but as always, did not react to them. 
 
“It’s been a long and stressful day…” he said as he stroked his cock. “And now it’s time for me to go to bed and sleep.”
 
He looked at Drone 13 from head to toe, still stroking his hardening cock. 
 
“So that means that it’s time to fully claim that last pleasure opening of yours. And… at the same time… Fulfill a fantasy I’ve had ever since I started to convert you ladies.” he said. “After you are done with the next command string, you will go back to your home and resume your regular activities until I contact you again. Understood?”
 
“Request confirmed.” Drone 13 said.
 
“Perfect…” he said. “Now… Drone 13, execute bedtime fellatrix command string.”
 
The conditioned command reached deep within its mind to access and activate the required protocol. Drone 13 got onto the bed and positioned itself to lie down between its owner’s legs. Its eyes locked onto the cock before it and felt its mind empty of all other subroutines or maintenance thoughts. Drone 13’s sole focus was to orally worship its owner’s cock until he fell asleep. His release wouldn’t factor into the requirements needed to complete its task. 
 
He could cum once… Twice… Or not at all. 
 
Drone 13 would adapt to the situation and continue to worship his cock until it detected that its owner had drifted off to sleep. He was already hard so Drone 13 used its tongue to properly lavish his cock with attention before it engulfed it into its mouth and throat.
 
“Hhmmm…” he moaned as he caressed his drone’s mane. “Drone 13, execute oral worship calibration command string.”
 
Drone 13 stopped sucking his cock and pulled away.
 
“Request confirmed.” it said before resuming its task.
 
Drone 13’s mind acknowledged the new protocol and dedicated part of its focus on registering its owner’s reactions.
 
“Plus…” he moaned as Drone 13 swirled its tongue underneath his cock head.
 
Immediately, Drone 13 stored the tongue move into the ‘must use’ category and continued to pleasure his cock.
 
“Minus…” he said as Drone 13 scrapped its teeth lightly along his length. 
 
Drone 13 stored the teeth move into the ‘Don’t use unless ordered’ category before it continued to worship his cock.
 
Again and again, Controller would guide his drone’s ministrations as it calibrated its oral ministrations to its owner’s preference until Controller couldn’t contain himself anymore and exploded within his drone dedicated mouth. 
 
Just as its conditioning trained it to do, Drone 13 slowed down and tried to extend his pleasure as long as needed while it sucked up his release. Once it registered that he was done, Drone 13 slowly sucked up along his cock to gather every drop of his seed before dutifully ingesting it. 
 
Without missing a beat, Drone 13 switched to a nurturing protocol and tenderly cleaned his softening cock. His drone would stay in this mode until it either detected that he had hardened again, prompting it to resume its proper worship, or until it detected that he fell asleep, in which case it would stop both its current protocols and get off the bed. 
 
As it turns out, Controller did not have another orgasm and eventually drifted off to sleep before he could get hard again.
 
Drone 13 did a quick confirmation of its owner’s sleep cycle before gently removing itself from the bed. Without a word, it made its way back to the first room and gathered its clothes. Drone 13 took out a new set of plain underwear from its travel bag and got dressed to leave.
 
It would take a few days before Controller contacted it again with a new set of instructions.
 
Instructions that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in its new life as a Honeycomb Pleasure Drone.