v42 swayed down the corridor towards the quarters of the guest who had purchased her for the afternoon. Years of brainwashing and exercise routines mind fucked into her very essence, the core of her body, had perfected the drone’s feminine gait as she tip toed, ass rocking in the shortest of pink shorts, on high heeled sandals. Quickly, before knocking, v42 adjusted the shorts, which lacked underwear, as requested by the buyer, to hide her permanently shaved pussy, which had slid into view from the fabric of the skimpy shorts.
she swayed to a halt before the door, the sight of her destination beginning erotic protocols programmed into the redhead pixie girl long before. A passive calm came over the girl, still a teenager when conditioned over fifty years before, barely aged since, and her mind slowed to a docile, feminine, crawl. Although v42 had never met the buyer, a Friend of the Cyber Queen, before, a burning sensation filled her body, from her mouth, to her augmented breasts down to her shaved hole, from being commanded by the Superior. The pixie redhead was just a drone, a barely adult little angel who served All to serve the glorious Cyber Queen, whom she worshiped as a Goddess, like the leader of a cult. A cult, a half century before, she had helped begin on her planet. But more on that later.
v42 knocked softly, so utterly quiet and feminine her knock. Manicured nails touched her palm as she bent to touch the door, programmed endlessly to be as soft and docile as possible.
The door slowly opened after a moment, and v42 saw a bespectacled Woman, a bit taller than her but still on the short side. She was chubby, but pretty feminine. A slight roll of fat slid out of the too tight top she wore. Conditioning the night before had alerted v42 that this woman was the continent’s head librarian, a childhood friend of the Cyber Queen. Her daughter had been killed in a freak accident, and she had come to this pleasure paradise to unwind and forget about her after the funeral, at the suggestion of their Goddess. The Woman’s two other daughters and Wife, the Head Mistress of the planet’s finest academy, had stayed home to give her space for mourning.
As soon as the woman, her name didn’t matter, v42 would forget it once this task was done, shut the door behind them, those imperfections became perfections to the drone. Her cunt moistened at the idea of a snug top holding in the librarian’s large breasts, her chubby, voluptuous, curves enthralling the drone’s mind. She found a sudden fetish for glasses forming in her mind, and it took all she had in her to not begin fucking herself at the appearance of the Woman before her.
The previous night’s spiral, so bright and pink, danced in front of her mind, causing her to slowly move to attention before her Controller. “Good afternoon, Ma’am,” she cheerfully chirped, so proud to be pleasing. v42 was in love with her, helplessly under the woman’s control until the task ended. Right now, voluptuous, feminine, librarians were her entire world. She stared adoringly at the woman. “i am v42, assigned by the Goddess to serve you. v42 lives to obey. How will v42 obey You, Ma’am?”
She curtsied low for the Woman, cleavage flooding out of the low cut pink tank top she wore. Looking up, the red haired drone saw the hurt in the woman’s eyes, still mourning the loss of her beloved daughter. v42 was pained to find a Superior in grief. Perhaps she could be punished, spanked, or beaten, or raped, to make her feel better. Whatever pleased the Cyber Queen, who herself had playfully raped the drone numerous times, made v42’s pale cunt scream in joy.
The Woman slowly looked her up and down, eyes registering on v42’s enlarged chest. The drone loved the feeling of being just a thing, a pleasure toy, to be used however the Cyber Queen deemed fit. The drone thrust her breasts out instinctively, thousands of hours of programming automating her movements, drawing the Woman’s hands to the front of her tank top. The Woman put Her arms on the lovely hips of the drone, who sighed at the bliss she felt at being touched by a Superior. The Woman seemed to be surprised at how much she reacted to the redhead lovedoll. v42 took a deep breath to further exalt her breasts before kneeling at the Woman’s feet.
For the next two hours, she would be the Woman’s ideal lovedoll. v42 licked her Superior’s cunt with a great ferocity, especially once her little girl brain realized the Woman needed to relax. A great joy filled her body as the Woman screamed out in ecstasy, burying the lovedoll’s head in Her cunt with forceful hands. v42 waited at Her feet while the Woman recovered, watching Her with idle, passive, curiosity as the Woman was overcome with tears.
v42 hesitated for a long moment before the Woman made eye contact with her. The redhead drone raised herself off the floor and embraced Her. Brainwashed to react and evolve due to a Superior’s emotions, she held the Librarian tightly, pausing to take Her glasses off and set them on the table. The drone’s snug tits squished themselves against the Woman, who ran Her hands, small, feminine, hands over the brainwashed pixie girl’s back.
A few minutes passed before She had calmed Herself down enough to slide back onto the pillows with the lovedoll v42 snuggled up to Her. She touched the pixie girl’s collar, which put the drone in a deep state of hypnosis. The role play game that would take up the next hour was set up: v42 would play the role of The Woman’s deceased daughter. Dutiful, obedient, a girl raised to please her Dominant Sister, Mommy, and Mother. So soft, so feminine, but also deeply enamored and worshipful of her Mommy. A love that only a Mommy and slave daughter could have.
After being awoken, v42 blinked a few times. She looked up at the Woman who, for all purposes here, she thought of as her Mommy. A Woman she worshiped, obeyed, and loved dearly. As she fell into the Woman’s arms, kissing her ravenously, for the next hour she would be that daughter.
v42 happily swayed her hips as she left the hotel room a docile, content, and happily fucked little drone. After the client’s, who she could not remember anymore, time had been up, she politely dressed, left, and went to that floor’s drone center. The room, about as large as the average living room, held two showers and a small dressing room. v42 stripped her tank top, shorts, and heels off and stood in front of the shower for a few minutes, letting the water soak all her soapy body. She cleaned every crevice and part of her body, from her white tipped toes, to her shapely, toned over hundreds of hours of conditioning, to her pale cunt, where a long nail idled momentarily, to her augmented breasts, too large for such a small body, to her elfin face, and finally her long, very straight, red hair.
Finished with her post client ablutions, she dried off, redressed, did her light makeup again, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, this city’s sign of a drone returning from a client, and slid the pink collar back on. Another lovedoll drone, one she’d never met before, came into the room as she checked, and then reapplied her mascara.
The drones looked at each other and then hugged gently, introducing each to the other. The other, k756, had just finished with a client as well. She had dark hair, pale like a ghost, and was taller than v42. The docile drone almost reminded her of the friend who had brought her to the Cyber Queen, the wonderful friend who had taught her about The One True Goddess that their savage planet would worship if it could survive it’s barbaric polytheistic roots. Her friend had been right, all anyone needed to do was worship the Cyber Queen, our Goddess and Savior. All we needed to do was obey. Happiness came from obedience, obedience came from happiness. Once she had met the Cyber Queen, the concept was so enthralling that she barely resisted her initial brainwashing.
v42 left the drone room after the introduction, waving goodbye to the dark haired drone who remained in the room. She made her ways, hips swaying, heels thumping against the carpet, through the hotel. On the bottom floor, another drone, dressed in a vinyl miniskirt, tube top, and knee high white boots with a very long heel, stopped her, briefly trancing the lovedoll to condition the evening’s assignment into her. The redhead drone would be pole dancing until rented at the best club on the island. A great joy passed through her conditioned body. She always got rented for the night pretty quickly. The Cyber Queen had conditioned her to be the best dancer and lovedoll possible.
v42 walked down the street out of the hotel and toward a transportation hub. The summer afternoon kissed her pale, milky, skin. She idled for a few minutes until a taxi took her back to the main part of the island, where she was dropped off in front of the club. Walking towards the club, a high end Lady’s Club for refined client�le, the sexual throbs of the music and bright dance floor lights were putting her in a soft, suggestive, state. Automatically, a docile bimbo smile came across her face, brief beads of sweat dotting her body as she entered a side door, let in by a security drone after identifying herself.
v42 went into the back, passing by other drones who were heading towards the club stage or floor. She primped herself up, doing her makeup to accentuate her features in the neon club lights. Another drone gently spread some glitter over the redhead’s body. v42 then put on her assigned outfit for her time in the cage. A silver latex bikini top covered her enormous, much too large for a girl of her size, bust, with a matching bikini bottom covering her cunt. White knee-high boots, with a long stiletto heel, adorned her shapely, toned, legs. She took a final look in the mirror and smiled at the nod of the drone at the next vanity table.
v42 danced for an hour to her preprogrammed routine. Mind controlled body movements made her toned arms clench up as she danced in the cage, the strobe lights of the club hypnotically dancing around her arms and legs. Her face kept a blank, passive look of eager obedience. v42’s movement screamed, rent me for the night, Ma’am.
At the end of her hour in the cage, another drone relieved her and v42 reported to the back of the club. As she swayed down the hallway, a Woman in a pair of black pants and a matching turtleneck waited by the back room door. Seeing Her, v42 moved quickly to stand at attention before Her for inspection and instruction.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am!” she cheerfully exclaimed, “v42 is ready to further obey and—”
The Woman looked up from the tablet in her hand, slightly adjusting her glasses. “Oh, hello v42.” The redheaded drone froze in place. “The Cyber Queen’s spiral enchants you.”
While the Woman sounded disinterested, what Woman wouldn’t be in a club filled with brainwashed lovedoll drones, v42’s eyes widened as the bright pink spiral that the Cyber Queen had planted in her little girlie mind, a prayer for submission answered by Her Highness, turned the drone’s mind to mush. She stared blankly forward at nothing in particular, enlarged breasts moving up and down slightly with her slow breaths. The Woman rushed through some indoctrination tests, clearly either busy or flat out disinterested in individual drones. For an employee of this resort, who could have any drone they wished depending on the time of the day, drones were a dime a dozen. The spiral in v42’s mind was as big as the building they stood in. Her entire awareness was lost in the bright vision.
v42’s controller put a hand on her little girlie shoulder. “You have been purchased for the evening. Please report back to the dressing room, table 56, for your outfit and programming.”
v42 did not feel the need to speak, some drones offered a “Yes, Ma’am,” as a courtesy, but she saw it as a hindrance to obedience. Swinging around, and away from her Controller, the drone went back toward the dressing room and sat down at table 56. opening a pink box in front of her mirror that held tonight’s outfit, which was a clich�d maid uniform, white latex, in it. Her dressing was slowed as the chip in her mind began to program tonight’s routine. She would serve a Woman by being Her ultimate maid drone, a mindless toy that just cleans and fucks, which would hopefully lead to her purchasing v42, or another, for Her own home.
A new series of subliminal suggestions began playing in the redhead drone’s mind. These, she understood, as she was conscious enough of her place to understand, were the mantras the potential buyer wanted embedded in her drone. v42 would never question her Mistress...v42 would always be productive and enthusiastic about service...service pleased Mistress, which pleased the Cyber Queen. The programming would be temporary, her loyalty was always to the Cyber Queen, but right now she could feel no other way. After the drone at the next table gave approval at the maid’s appearance, she swayed out into the hallway and followed her Controller to the waiting vehicle which would take her to the hotel tonight’s Mistress was staying at.
After a long night being battered by the evening’s Mistress for missing a tiny spot on the room’s floor, v42 woke up at 800hours after getting back to her quarters around 400hours. A few hours of sleep had allowed her nanite enhanced body to remove bruises and any injuries endured the night before. Although always programmed to be pleasant, chipper, and enthusiastic about the new day, v42 found herself more tired than usual. Even for a drone, a night without complete sleep left her less productive. Normally, lovedoll drones were not allowed to stay over with clients. However, last night’s Mistress had paid extra for the privilege.
v42 stood up from a drone pod and found that the three drones she shared quarters with were already out and about for the day. The chip in her brain told her that she had a meeting with the local drone Coordinator in an hour. v42 smiled, thrilled at the honor. Knowing the Coordinator, whom she’d met only once before, loved tomboys, she barely touched her makeup kit after showering, only putting on a slight bit of eye makeup and lip gloss. Pulling her hair into a long braid, a snug black t-shirt hugged her augmented breasts, while purple booty shorts looked like they were melted onto her tone legs and ass.
Forgoing breakfast, v42 padded her way down the hall, purple platform sandals making the drone five inches taller. She swayed onto an elevator, joining another drone and the girl’s current Controller. Wordlessly, they waited to reach their destination on the bottom floor, which led them to the main part of the hotel. The pale drone walked to a waiting room designated for traveling drones and was tranced by the Controller from the previous evening for their journey.
v42 blinked and awoke from trance. They were hundreds of miles away from the hotel, in another Nation-State where the Coordinator for their region resided. Her Controller brought the lovedoll through security and onto the main floor of the building, where hundreds of Women and drones worked, moving quickly through their tasks as Masters and slaves. v42 was overwhelmed by the level of efficiency she saw before her, reveling in being around such productive sister drones.
As they entered the main floor, a drone wearing a vinyl skirt and shiny black pumps approach them. Quickly, she ran a scanner over v42’s collar and had the girl’s Controller sign a release form with an embedded finger print. The Woman turned and put a finger on the lovedoll’s tight shirt. “v42, you will go with this drone to the destination. Obey.” With that, the redhead forgot about the Woman and turned to her drone sister, matching the eerily sincere smile the dark haired girl, around her age, had built into her face.
“Please come with this drone, the Coordinator is waiting for you.” She put out her hand to v42, who took it eagerly and they walked, hand in hand, up an escalator and into an elevator. After going up 45 floors, they found themselves opening to a long hallway, which had one door at the end. “This way, please.” The drone spoke very softly and squeezed her sister slave’s pale hand.
At the door, a staff member, in a very severe pantsuit approach them and took v42 away from the drone whom had escorted her to the office. Without speaking, the vinyl skirt clad drone turned and walked back in the direction of the elevator. v42 had already been forgotten as the next incoming drone’s vital statistics were loaded in her mind.
v42 padded along next to the staff member, who had attached a leash to the girl’s collar. They passed through a series of large offices, one filled with cubicles for staff, and another for administrators. At the back of that was the Coordinator’s large office, which was flanked on both sides by secretary drones in very professional looking miniskirts, high heeled boots, and skintight short-sleeved sweaters.
The one on the right, a beautiful, doll looking, white haired girl, looked up after typing something into the pad in her tan hand. “The Coordinator will see you now, v42.” As the sentence came out of her pouty, bee-stung, mouth, the drone went back to whatever she had been doing before the drone had approached.
v42 nodded and quietly tapped the door to the Coordinator’s office. After a moment, an authoritative, yet feminine, voice commanded, “come,” which v42 had been trained to not confuse with “cum,” after a mishap a few generations ago with her programming. She entered the large office, which was brightly lit and furbished with numerous bookshelves and a large desk, where the Coordinator stood up from and put a hand up before the drone could snap to attention. “No need for formalities today, lovedoll, we have business to take care of.” The Coordinator was an older woman, probably in her mid-forties in Earth years, and had dark brown hair and a trim figure. She wore a similar outfit to the one her drones wore, replacing a pair of nice, form fitting, dress pants for the miniskirt.
For the first time, v42 noticed another Woman sitting in a chair on the right side. Suddenly, a memory was triggered in her mind: it was the Woman from yesterday! She still looked sad, dressed pretty haphazardly. Quickly, she turned back to the Coordinator, “Ma’am, v42 awaits command.”
The Coordinator nodded and stood up. “The Cyber Queen’s Friend, My Friend, as you found out last night, lost Her dearest daughter in an accident.” She paused and made direct eye contact with the drone. “The Cyber Queen told her to spend some time at your resort, where drones like you do such wonderful work. I really do have to commend you.” Her expression slightly shifted as she looked back over at Her librarian Friend. “After one night with you, She has decided to purchase you.”
v42’s cheerful, focused, expression did not change. she knew this time would come one day, after many years of service it was inevitable that the drone would be up for purchase. “How will v42 be reprogrammed, Ma’am?” The matter of fact nature of her own voice made the lovedoll’s cunt purr.
Another look was exchanged between Coordinator and librarian friend. “You will be reprogrammed on-site here. Report back down to floor 36; a drone will meet you in the hallway and escort you.”
v42 bowed slightly and turned to her new Owner. “Ma’am, thank you for purchasing this drone; she looks forward to serving You.” With that, the pixie sized girl turned and walked out of the room without another word.
In the hallway, v42 passed the drone secretaries without acknowledging them and made her way back towards the elevator. As she got closer, a green haired drone wearing a latex dress and platform boots waited for her. When they got closer to each other, v42 smiled and nodded, understanding she was to follow the girl. They entered the elevator together wordlessly.
In the elevator, 42 noticed the drone’s collar read w88574323. Before she could consider her nearness to a drone from the latest conquest in the Empire, the green haired drone turned to her, touched her collar with a pale hand, and recited a trigger phrase.
The trigger emptied the red haired drone, who snapped to attention. w88574323 stood in front of her. “drone is to be reprogrammed. your previous existence is being uploaded, backed up, and archived right now for further use by the Cyber Queen. drone is nameless, valueless, and will-less. drone only responds to command.”
The now nameless drone did not move. it was a husk of a girl, a shell waiting to be filled at command. The next thing it knew, it was laying in a programming pod. Two nurses stood nearby and noticed the childlike attention the drone in their possession gave them. “Oh, hello,” the blond nurse on the right began, “drone has been given consciousness so it can be reprogrammed.” it understood: it had to be aware for reprogramming.
“Please watch the screen,” the nurse ordered in a perky voice. it looked straight ahead as the gray pod cover came down and engulfed it’s world. A screen on the face began playing a series of pink and purple spirals, which immediately caught the husk of a drone’s vision, eliminating it’s perception of anything but commands. New programming would come automatically and it would accept them without any hesitation.
it lay quietly as new programming flooded into her mind. She was the daughter of the Librarian. her name was...Becca...Becca was the Librarian’s youngest daughter...The Librarian, her Mommy, was married to a school administrator, a Head Mistress, whom She shared an equal relationship with. Becca’s parents loved her dearly and always knew what was right for her and the family. Becca was their favorite...utterly angelic and feminine to the core. Her place was in the home where she pleased her Parents both domestically and sexually as needed. She was deeply submissive and would make a wonderful wife and mommy for a Woman in a few years.
Becca’s Sisters! Tears streamed down her face as memories of her Sisters were loaded. Aubrey was a year older, a beautiful, quite busty like her, brunette who starred at field hockey, academics, and breaking hearts. They were so close, often sleeping together and spending much of their time with each other. Becca was home-schooled, so she made sure all her studies were done by the time Aubrey came home from practice so they could be together in the evening. After dinner, most nights, they snuggled up with a film or sporting event.
Becca would hold her sister tight, trailing a manicured nail over her dear sister’s breasts or down her stomach, toward Aubrey’s midsection. During romantic movies, they would kiss and touch each other. Becca had been commanded by Aubrey never to tell anyone; these kind of relationships weren’t exactly frowned upon by their community, but Aubrey wanted them to have a special secret only they shared with each other. Becca had been taught since birth to obey, and she swooned at the thought of pleasing her dear Sister.
Her other sister, named Kathryn, was a few years older and already married to a devoted girl who was pregnant with their first child. The red haired Woman, who Becca very much resembled, in a more feminine manner, was very strict and believed in very precise gender roles. Women were dominant, in charge of all aspects of life, and girls were to be devoted and obedient. Becca had embraced these roles and her cunt was wet just thinking about them.
The tiny girl’s red hair was nanite enhanced to a darker red. Becca’s face was contorted slightly to fit what the original Becca had looked like to even the most minor details. Her augmented breasts stayed the same, with Becca remembering them having been that way since maturation. Most girls, she now remembered, in their community had very large chests; there was nothing out of the ordinary about them. Becca and her Mothers had big breasts too; even Women did. Her body pleased Women as much as her mind and actions. As a final touch, her skin took on a slight sun kissed look, tan enough so her numerous freckles, now showing up all the girl’s body, would visibly show.
Years of daily exercise was next brainwashed into her. Becca could remember daily workouts with Aubrey, her Friends, and their family’s servant drones. Many times she would service Aubrey’s friends when they came over to the house. An hour a day was spent walking in very high heels on a treadmill to shape her short legs. At 17, the age Becca now knew herself as, she was an ideal, deeply feminine, little girl who was devoted to obedience and family. Tears streamed down her face again as wonderful memories continued to be brainwashed into her.
As the hours went by, a different shift of nurses came on and the previous one left. Becca’s programming was almost complete as a vibrator fucked her into continued compliance with her new life. Robot hands came up to change out her nails to the pink, with silver designs, nails that the original Becca had worn almost always. This Becca did not understand the difference. Becca had always been Becca. 50 something years of devoted service, as a barely aging teenage lovedoll drone, whose best friend’s devotion to the idea of a monotheistic Goddess had brought the Cyber Queen to their planet, a friend long lost to mindless obedience somewhere on another world, had been downloaded, backed up, and then erased from her mind. Becca was a 17 year old girl who was devoted to pleasing her family.
Becca was so proud of herself! Her Mommy had taken her on a nice vacation, just for them, on a leisure planet. Mommy’s library duties were done for the term, and She thought it would be a fantastic idea for just them to go away for a few days. They had gone to see a few films, and spent two days on the beach. One night, Becca had been a bad girl, although the memory was fuzzy, and Mommy had spanked and beat her until bedtime. They did that sometimes, Becca knew it was their little secret, like her playtime with Aubrey, and normally Becca and Mommy would make love afterwards.
Instead, this time, Mommy had tranced Becca and made her go to sleep. Which led them to right now as they traveled back home to their community on the planet where they lived. Becca didn’t remember anything else after that, but nothing about that bothered her. She was excited to return home and see her family!
The flight home was uneventful. Mommy held Becca’s hand while the pilot flew them to the transporter tubes. Once they arrived, Becca followed her Mommy down the stairs and toward the tube queue, where hundreds of women, girls, and drones waited to travel to their destinations. The busty girl giggled, like she always did, as they dematerialized one moment and rematerialized another, a cute tickling sensation coming over her body.
They rematerialized in the waiting room by the door of their three story home. Becca noticed that her Mommy looked a bit apprehensive, but she chalked it to being tired after their trip. For the first time, she realized that her daily uniform, a variation on a latex dress, this one purple, white stockings, and black platform heels was already on her body. Silly girl, she giggled to herself, suddenly the docile daughter remembered dressing before they left the hotel. What a dumb-dumb; no wonder the Cyber Queen had decreed that Women should do the thinking for girls. How smart a Goddess they had.
Their maid drone waited for them as they entered the house. The middle aged girl, in a brief pink uniform and impossibly high heels, calmly welcomed them home with a dreamy voice. Mommy took Becca’s hand in her own and led her into the home, where Becca smiled and leaped out of Mommy’s hand and into the arms of her Mother, the Head Mistress. The teenage girl was confused by her normally stoic Mother’s emotional reaction, but she held on, tight, augmented breasts squeezing into her Mother. “I missed you so much, Becca.” Becca held on for dear life, years of conditioning making her react to a Superior’s emotions. She felt sad, but happy, at her Mother’s loving reaction and cried alongside the Woman. Mother must have really missed her and Mommy!
A few minutes passed before Mother became really quiet. Becca untangled herself and turned to see why. Aubrey stood at the bottom of the stairs, tears falling down her face. The tomboy was dressed in a pair of green running pants and a blue sweatshirt, Her Academy colors, and sprinted across the room to hold Her beloved sister. “Hey Sis!” Becca squealed as she ran a manicured hand across her sister’s back. “Becca is so happy to see you!” Becca always spoke in the third person. That is what good girls did.
“I-I-I...I missed you a lot, and I am glad you’re home.” Aubrey, ignoring all convention, kissed Becca hard on the mouth. Their Mother and Mommy both looked away politely, lost in their own private desires toward their docile daughter. The girl’s bountiful breasts bounced up and down as she heard about Aubrey’s field hockey match the day before.
Becca looked over at the clock on the wall, next to where their maid drone waited at attention. They’d been traveling all day; it was now past dinner. She quickly turned to her Mommy. “Mommy, can Becca go play with Aubrey?” Her Sister smiled, wiggling her nose as she blew it with a tissue.
Mommy smiled, put her hand against Mother, and nodded approvingly. “Of course, you go spend time with your Sister, sweetie.”
Becca clapped her manicured hands together and hugged Aubrey again. They walked up the stairs, holding hands, and snuggled their bodies up tight as they walked. On the second level, Becca slid two of her fingers inside her Sister’s waistband. She’d missed what happened next so much.
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