More drones are wheeled past 1184 and slotted into the loading bay where it stands in position, idly awaiting instruction. Time seems to lose meaning to 1184, where it is held in trance by the sounds of binaurals underlain by dozens of heavily breathing and moaning drones, the scent of heavy rubber and sweat from exposed bodies cycling through the masks all around them. 

Across from Unit 1184, the restraints on the drone facing it unlock and open up, finally releasing the drone. The drone pauses momentarily before stepping off of the platform and turning to march out of view. 1184 blinks and takes a deep breath, shivering and moaning softly as the intake valve of the gas mask vibrates and pulls in the musty air. Moments later, the thick leather straps around Unit 1184 go lax and detach from one another before retracting behind the frame and out of view. The Hive Queen's guiding voice floods its head. 

It will now proceed further to the queue in the main assimilation chamber. It will comply. 

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

Unit 1184 steps off of the platform from the frame and turns to reenter the red light of the walkway, passing several drones standing idly strapped to their rubber sheets, awaiting their respective commands. The golden padlocks on 1184's ballet boots and chastity belt jingle rhythmically as it rejoins and automatically navigates the halls. It passes a newly assimilated drone sealed head to toe in latex. It passes another drone, identical to the first, and then another, and another before turning into a doorway. 

It steps into the large dark room of the main assimilation chamber, where slowly swirling silver and red lights wash across the floor and over several different drones, all naked save for identical gas masks strapped to their head. They wait in an orderly line that ends at the side of a wide conveyor belt that turns into a long enclosed tunnel, from which the fulsome scent of sweat and rubber spills out and diffuses into the room. 

The belt moves for several seconds at a time before stopping, allowing a new subject onto the belt while further ahead in the depths of the chamber's tunnel, another drone is crafted and assimilated. Moans and mindless drone chatter echo in the wide space as they march mindlessly onto the belt one at a time, arms at their sides and visors facing forward. 

1184 moves up into the line, taking its place in the evenly spaced queue. Several seconds pass as the line moves forward by one body. Another several seconds and another new drone. Several more seconds and another identical visor. Several more seconds and 1184 steps onto the conveyor belt, turning to face forward, its arms at its sides. 

The belt lurches forward, slowly carrying 1184 into the tunnel and around a corner before stopping under lights and screens that project red and silver spirals all along the conveyor belt and into its visor. It stands unmoving in place where the lights filling its peripherals fizzle and numb its mind away. 

Unit 1184 continues forward, carried and stopped within a brightly lit section of the belt that lays across a wide, sterile checkpoint. Behind a tinted window to 1184’s left side, the Hive Queen stands with her hands on a console, grinning ear to ear under her swirling red visor. Her Majesty lifts her red glove to the side of her visor and taps it twice and begins to speak. Under the straps of its gas mask, 1184 feels Her Majesty’s voice echo directly into its mind.

To ensure proper rubber drone assimilation, all remote padlocks will be disengaged. It will comply.

Unit 1184 stares blankly forward and recites,

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

From behind the console overlooking the belt, the Hive Queen presses a series of buttons and throws a switch. A dull electrical humming vibrates in the air around 1184, until all at once the padlocks on its hips and ankles disengage and fall onto the belt with a series of heavy thuds.

Unit 1184 will now remove its ballet boots and place them beside the belt. It will comply.

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

The drone bends its knees and methodically removes the boots, grasping with both hands and pulling out one foot after another, and stepping out into the bare surface of the belt. Its bare feet feel numb and tingly after so long locked in position as it stands up, setting the boots aside off of the belt.

Good drone. It will now remove its chastity belt and place it beside its boots.

Unit 1184 quivers blissfully at the direct praise from its superior.

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

It grasps the sides of its chastity belt and unlatches the straps across its hips. The chastity belt loosens and separates, exposing its waist and sliding down and off of its dripping wet legs, exposing its sensitive genitals to the breezy open air. It lifts the chastity belt and sets it beside its boots, slowly returning to its assigned position at attention on the belt. It whimpers softly under its mask, its body now fully exposed.

Very good drone. Unit 1184’s assimilation will now resume.

“A-affirmative, Your Majesty.” 

She flicks a switch on the console, continuing 1184 along its way through the chamber.

The belt passes 1184 under an archway and stops momentarily, where thin jets of mist douse its body in a slick lubricant, preparing it to be sealed into its rubber uniform. It tries its best to remain still as the cold mist showers it and drips down its body. It lets out a gasping moan as the lubricant trickles between its legs, and for a moment, its head falls back and its eyes go wide.

The conveyor moves forward once again, pulling it from the frigid spray. The Hive Queen provides instructions to 1184 through the straps of its mask as it approaches another archway. 

Unit 1184 will place its arms into the sleeves on either side. It will comply. 

It shivers and its toes curl while it tries its best to keep its breathing steady.

“Affirmative... Y-your… nnn… Your Majesty.”

The belt stops Unit 1184 under the archway. On either side of the arch are circular slots into which 1184 slides each of its lubricated arms. It feels rubber glide across the skin of its hands and arms, inviting each of its fingers into place in long latex gloves that roll tightly up its arms just past its elbows. As the gloves fully unroll, they separate from the slots in the arch and snap snugly around 1184’s upper arms. It sighs in satisfaction from the warm black rubber around its hands and arms as it pulls them from the slots and puts them back down on either side of its body just as the conveyor belt continues forward, now approaching its end. 

Beyond the end of the tunnel the assimilation chamber widens out. A row of human sized rectangular prisms stand upright with large transparent tubes extruding above and below them. Each prism is split down the middle and has a plush hollowed out interior formed in the shape of a human body, lined with plush red velvet. An electronic hinge on both sides of the prism opens in a clamshell fashion like a double door, inviting a drone to step inside. At the neck and ankle holes on the top and bottom are vacuum seals with metal latches over them designed to keep the drone in place.

The conveyor belt rolls 1184 off of the end, where it lands its feet on the bare floor of the assimilation chamber, half of the prisms facing it already holding drones that were ahead in the assimilation line. As Unit 1184 mindlessly approaches the row of prisms, a hissing sound signifies the release of a freshly rubberized drone. The hinges open and the drone steps out, its full body sealed in a seamless body of lustrous black latex. 

Once again, the Hive Queen's sultry commands fill 1184's mind. 

Unit 1184 will step into rubberization prism number 8. It will hold still in the cube and accept the gift of its beautiful latex second skin. It will comply. 

"Affirmative, Your Majesty. It will comply."

The prism looks tauntingly inviting to 1184, the drone slightly shivering from the cold lubricant coating its body. 1184 steps up to the prism and turns 180 degrees, backing itself into the body-shaped sleeve, which it leans comfortably into, as though sinking into a soft bed. 

The hinges hum and the prism closes around it from either side until both sides meet and lock across the front of its body, snugly surrounding it in the plush red velvet. A long hissing sound is followed by the sudden clasps of metal cuffs, each lined inside with rubber vacuum seals that grip and paralyze 1184's neck, wrists, and ankles.

With its whole body clamped in the prism, it feels the tight, warm plush overpowering it. Behind the prism, the thick tube extruding from the bottom makes a loud hum and 1184 feels the sensation of rushing air gliding down its body and being sucked out through narrow vents behind its ankles and into the tube. The inside of the prism tightens as the air inside is sucked away until Unit 1184 is locked, almost suspended, in a tight vacuum seal. It feels and hears its breath get stolen away as the prism compresses on its body, until it gradually slows to a stop. Its neck and ankles are held in place by the vacuum seals and its body is compressed in the heavy plush in the prism as though it were held in a solid block of concrete. 

The sucking sound of the bottom tube quiets and slows to a stop, leaving 1184 to remain encased under the silence. Several seconds pass, and subconscious panic begins to electrify the back of 1184’s mind. Attempts to breathe in the tight vacuum seal fail, and it shivers in fear. It blinks again and again, and opens its mouth within the mask to gasp for air. At once, Kelly wakes up and moans weakly into the mask. 

From behind Kelly, the upper tube of the prism gives a brief shudder and starts to hum, doing so softer than the first tube. A thin layer of cool air is pulled into the prism and evenly spreads across Kelly’s body, giving her a slight bit of breathing room, which she fully takes advantage of. Long, deep gasps vibrate in Kelly’s mask as she catches her breath and regains her senses.

After barely a moment, the tube behind Kelly stops shaking and starts to sag slightly as it fills with a viscous black liquid, flowing slowly through the tube and into the prism. Kelly feels the liquid contact the back of her neck, and she trembles in surprise.

“What..? What is this?”

Kelly tries to move to look down, but the vacuum seal of the prism holds her firmly in place. Rubbery black liquid flows over her shoulders and around her neck, forming to fill in and replace the layer of air around her. 

“Gah! What the hell?!”

She tries to shake and wriggle, but barely budges the weight of the prism. Shiny liquid continually flows down the layer of air, running evenly down her well lubricated body. The liquid runs down her arms and over the sleeves of her gloves, stopping at the seals that hold her hands still. The liquid coats her chest, spreading and gliding across her nipples. She yelps and cries out.

“Ahhn! Someone turn this thing off! Please!”

Kelly turns her head back and forth, looking for help. As she turns to her left, she sees the shine of a naked body coated in lube with the blank gas mask of a drone step off of the conveyor belt into the chamber.

“H-hey! You! Please help me! Turn this off!”

Black liquid coats her waist and flows between her legs, caressing and pressing into her genitals with its thick wet stream. She whimpers and her head falls back in violated bliss.

The naked drone stares at Kelly for a moment, then walks up and backs into the prism beside her. Kelly doesn’t notice, squeezing her eyes shut as the last of the liquid streams down her legs and stops at the seals around her ankles. 

The tube behind Kelly stops humming and Kelly is once again bathed in silence, but this time her body tingles and shivers under the even coating of thick black liquid. The layer of cool lubricant glides across her body under the rubber.

Kelly's body trembles in the thick submersion and her head sags forward, heavy with exhaustion from the immense stimulation. She squeezes her eyes shut and focuses on breathing steadily as she attempts to collect her thoughts. 

Several minutes pass. The viscous liquid gradually congeals into a seamless layer of smooth black rubber, shrinking slightly to form to the shape of Kelly's body as it is cooled by the lubricant. The constant stimulation of the rubber seal puts Kelly’s mind in a blur. Red and silver blots float slowly through the corners of her vision as the muffled sounds of club music occasionally slip through the chorus of drone programming slowly returning to take hold of her mind. 

As every moment goes by, Kelly finds herself questioning if the rubber feels any tighter than it did the moment before. Tighter and tighter, gripping on her body. Tighter and tighter, squeezing away resistance. As the pressure on her body grows, so too does the fog in her head. From an unknown source within that fog, the Hive Queen’s voice echoes endlessly, inevitably absorbing into the rubber of 1184’s programming that coats Kelly’s thoughts.

Unit 1184 buries Kelly's conscious mind in thick layers of rubber. Beneath that rubber, paths of 1184's sweet numbness burn like live wires through Kelly's synapses. Her thoughts are invaded and overtaken by its code. Her desires are blurred and overwritten by its compliance. Her resistance is ignored and replaced by its uncaring, deeply programmed and conditioned obedience to Her Majesty.

While Kelly's body is squeezed in by the smooth latex chassis, her mind is squeezed out by the drone she'll soon become. A sensation of full and comforting clarity pools just beneath her conscious senses. The binaural tones seem to fade behind her focus. The blots of silver and red now persist deeper and more vibrant into her glazed-over vision. Patterns of these swirling lights and sounds echo and reflect endlessly in her shiny rubber mindscape.

The shiny liquid fully solidifies, evenly coating and perfectly shaping itself to Kelly's body in a seamless layer of latex. A whirring sound builds beneath her as air rushes into the prism. The breeze of air brushes quickly up and between her legs. The latex provides little insulation from the flowing air, causing her to moan vacantly. 

As the layer of air is returned to the prism and the compression on her body is relieved, Kelly finally takes a deep breath. Scents of lube, sweat, and fresh rubber mix and pervade the gas mask. She huffs and moans in the mixture of scents. Her eyes roll back again and her rubber-coated toes curl. 

Unit 1184's programming takes advantage of her weakness, taking away her range of motion. Kelly's squirming slowly retreats into a compliant posture. Her desperate gasps and moans are soothed into slow, rhythmic, robotic breaths. Her racing thoughts are clouded and replaced by elegant lines of 1184's code. It is a good drone for the CLustre.

The hinges on the prism hum and click, and after a moment the electronic hinges open the front. The hiss of processed air fills the room as the glimmering black latex figure of Unit 1184's body steps out of the prism and back into the wide assimilation chamber, just as another near-naked asset is dropped off of the end of the conveyor belt across the room. 

The Hive Queen's voice pipes in through the straps of 1184's mask once again, Her Majesty's commands filling the span of 1184's entranced focus. 

Unit 1184 has accepted my gift. It has complied. It will now proceed into the reconditioning level, as it has so many times before. It will continue to comply. It is a good drone for the CLustre.

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

1184 speaks automatically in Kelly's stolen voice. 

“It will comply.”

The drone marches forward and turns to a doorway out of the chamber. An unfamiliar voice rings out from behind it. 

“Hey! Can you hear me? I'm not supposed to be here! Let me out of here! Please!”

It turns its head to the side in curiosity.

Pay no mind, drone. It will learn its place. Proceed.

Unit 1184 returns to facing and entering the doorway, just as a tube full of liquid rubber hums to life from behind another prism, drowning out whimpering cries for help.