Sarah stirred, waking slowly in fits and starts. She tried to move, but found herself restrained, metal cuffs attached to robotic arms kept her in a standing spreadeagle. 

"Wakey wakey, Sarah baby~" Sarah blinked. 

"D-Delilah?" Sure enough, the stood Delilah, separated from Sarah by the clear cylinder that Sarah found herself in. And next to her stood a tall, latex-clad figure, expression inscrutable behind a featureless visor. "Delilah? What's happening?" Her Mistress grinned. 

"Well, The Administrator here and I had a little talk while you were out of it...and we've come to an agreement~" Sarah gulped. 

"W-what sort of agreement?" 

"I'll explain later...but as part of the agreement, The Administrator *insisted* that they just *had* to show me their Drone Conversion Pod...I hope you don't mind that I volunteered you~"

"But...but..." Sarah stammered. 

"Shhhhhhhhh~" Delilah hushed, planting a kiss on the glass. "I'll see you on the other side, dear~" 

Sarah's response was lost in a gasp as the pod began to coat her body in shiny, skintight latex, robotic arms applying the second skin over her entire body. She barely had time to appreciate their handiwork when her hair was pulled back, stifling a moan as a latex hood was pulled over her head, as a robotic arm covered the seam at her neck with a collar. With her collar held in place, there was nothing Sarah could do to stop the gas mask from being placed over her face, struggling helplessly as the mask sealed itself to the latex covering her face. She sagged against the cylindrical wall of the pod as the arms released her. 

"Normally, we keep the subject restrained for this next bit." The Administrator said. "But we both thought it would be more fun not to." 

"W-what happens next?" Sarah asked, gasping as the mask activated, spirals, subliminal messages, binaural beats, and whispered mantras all invading her mind. Delilah and The Administrator watched gleefully as Sarah went from hammering on the glass, to furiously rubbing her latex body, to standing perfectly at attention as the programming worked its way into her mind. 

The pod beeped as Sarah's voice, now flat and emotionless stated: "Programming complete. Drone #6243 online and active." 

"Good Drone." Delilah cooed, before looking up at The Administrator. "Can I play with her?" she asked. 

"Of course! I'll leave you two to it. Just let me know when you're done." With that, The Administrator left the room, leaving Mistress Delilah free to play with her new Drone~