Unit 1184's programming fills every last gap in Kelly's abandoned mind. Sounds of drone chatter echo from the hall outside and from the club above, distantly spilling through the drone's impeccable attention. 

Unit 1184 tightens its grip on the leash attached to Unit 0561, the sound of leather straining gently under the drone's grasp.

The Hive Queen smiles widely, recognizing 1184's successful reconditioning. She steps back a few feet away from the drone.

Unit 1184 will resume execution of its control over Unit 0561. It will comply.

"Affirmative, Your Majesty."

In a sudden mechanical glare, 1184 stares at the drone on the floor, still trapped in its writhing trance. Unit 1184 yanks a short distance upward on the leash, pulling it taut and lifting 0561's head a few inches over the floor. 0561 whimpers loudly, scrambling to get up onto its limbs. It flops onto its side, its back beside 1184's boot. 1184 slides the toe of its boot underneath 0561's side and pushes its foot aggressively upward into the drone, shoving it onto its four stumpy legs. 0561 stumbles and waddles momentarily to catch its balance, moaning at the floor in humiliation. 

Unit 1184 takes a step aside to stand in front of 0561, its shiny slender boots filling the bitch-drone's field of view. 1184 lowers the leash, giving slack. Unit 0561 gasps, breathing a touch easier, thankful for the moment of respite. But a moment later, Unit 1184 starts to speak, a robotic intonation of a human voice commanding 0561.

"Unit 0561 will kneel on its hind legs and prepare to worship its superior."

0561 shivers, hesitating momentarily. It lifts its head to look toward the Hive Queen. Her Majesty looks back at 0561 expectantly. The drone stays frozen in place, Tina’s once dormant mind now racing with fearful anticipation. 1184 grips the leash tighter, and bends its arm harshly upward, again yanking taut the leash on the drone's collar. A muffled panting gag escapes 0561's mask as Tina paws uselessly at the floor. 

1184 relaxes its arm once again, giving the drone another chance.

"Unit 0561 will kneel on its hind legs. It will prepare to worship its superior. It will comply."

1184 repeats its command to the coughing and whimpering drone. 

"K-Kelly! Ngh.. What's gotten into you?!"

Tina gasps, shaking in 0561's rubber bitchsuit legs.

"It will comply."

1184 commands again, apathetically. But Tina refuses to obey, grating her teeth and twisting her body. Rubber squeaks and strains as she pushes against her heavy restraints in defiance.

The Hive Queen chuckles softly at the struggling drone, raising her knuckle to her red lips.

“Wait a moment, Unit 1184.”

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

1184 stands to attention, awaiting further instruction. The Hive Queen speaks down to Tina in a patronizing tone. 

“You poor thing, 0561. It seems you’ve forgotten your place.”

Tina stops thrashing for a moment and yells out.

“Shut up! I am not your drone! Get me out of this thing right now!”

The Hive Queen raises an eyebrow and nods her head down to the side. Tina scoffs, turning away from her to stare at the floor in front of 1184, grumbling in annoyance.

“Oh, is that right?”

The Hive Queen snaps her fingers, summoning Administrator Lambda to her side. Her Majesty opens her palm. 

“While I do so love to take my time breaking you, Tina, I can’t have you believing you don’t belong to me.”

The Administrator places Tina’s favorite leather crop in the Hive Queen’s hand, and assists in looping the strap over her red glove. The Hive Queen smirks, and steps away from Administrator Lambda and towards Tina, who continues to face the floor in defiance of Her Majesty. 

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not your drone. I’m Kelly’s Mistress, and you don’t have any control over us.”

Just as she finishes muttering, Tina sees the end of the leather crop swing in front of her visor. She inhales sharply and her toes curl under the rubber bitchsuit.

“Oh please. If I didn’t have any control over you two…”

Her Majesty replies, grinning widely and gently tapping the crop on the gas mask's visor.

“You wouldn’t keep coming back to Club Lustre… and you wouldn’t have been programmed to become her Mistress.”

Tina winces invisibly beneath the mask. She leans back on her bitchsuited hind legs, once again attempting to sit up from her humiliating position. As her butt plops to the floor, she does her best to hold her balance. Her front paws hang limp and useless in front of her and the leather leash clipped to her collar dangles loosely between them. She looks up from where she sits, the look of defiance on her face nullified by the smooth black blankness of the gas mask visor. 

Unit 1184, holding tight the leash, and the Hive Queen, flaunting the crop that so elegantly fits in her red gloved hands, look down at Tina and see only a drone. They see emotionlessness in the blank visor of 0561, defying Tina’s attempts at insubordination. 

“Nothing to say, pet?” Her Majesty says, mockingly tapping the crop to 0561’s chin.

The drone sits, motionless. Tina darts her eyes between the two of them, not saying a word.

“In that case… Unit 1184, you may proceed.”

“Affirmative, Your Majesty.” Replies the drone. “It will comply.”

Immediately, Unit 1184 pulls on the leash again, almost throwing Unit 0561 off balance as its weight is yanked forward.

Tina grunts and whines beneath the mask. She holds herself back from saying anything, continuing to defy the superior. 

Unit 1184 steps forward, closing the distance between 0561’s blank visor and the hip-level of her shining rubber catsuit.

“Unit 0561 will prepare to worship its superior.”

Tina stares forward, still not saying a word.

“It will comply.”

Tina breathes heavily in a huffing defiance. The scent of rubber and Kelly’s sweat lingers in the air filtering into 0561’s mask, clouding her thoughts momentarily. She catches herself from her wandering mind, but in the fog, a distant familiarity creeps in, hinting to her that she has been in this exact scenario before. Maybe even multiple times. 

She recalls the feeling of deja vu she and Kelly had shared whilst driving to Club Lustre. Flickers of red and silver linger in the corners of her vision as she relives the moment she first saw the Hive Queen and the way Her Majesty so effortlessly took away her ability to speak or even think.

Tina looks into the tight layer of black latex wrapped around Unit 1184’s hips, and staring blankly back between the stretchy, rubbery strands of light reflecting back at her is Unit 0561. Every which way Tina tries to turn her head, the drone seems to constantly stare back. The reflection of the smooth blank visor stares vacantly at her, slowly replacing her idea of herself. Her memories and thoughts- what she looks like, her identity, the weight of responsibility of thinking for herself- feel more and more foreign to her the longer she finds herself entranced by the reflection.

In the back of Tina’s head, she feels the rhythmic hum of binaural tones burrowing into her numbing mind. The Hive Queen’s voice beckons her from both inside her thoughts and behind her superior.

Unit 0561.

Tina whimpers again, feeling her head grow lighter and her eyes losing focus for a couple brief moments. Her mouth goes dry as she feels drool pooling behind her lip.

A good CLustre drone must comply.

A heavy dizziness rolls behind Tina’s eyes, and her head sags forward and sways in near-defeat. The pulsing waves of binaurals wash away her resistance and suspend her control over her body and mind.

Compliance brings a drone pleasure.

To her own dismay, and as would be clear to any potential onlooker, Tina realizes that there’s no getting out of this. The mask and bitchsuit render her completely ineffective, sealed hopelessly into the enforced identity of a CLustre drone. 

Reject your inhibition. Accept your reconditioning. 

The dominance of 0561’s cold and uncaring programming shoves away the power Tina had so truly believed she held. That powerful identity, Mistress Valentina, melts and drains unceremoniously away into the haze of her manufactured subconscious. She is Unit 0561: a faceless, identical rubber drone. 0561 is a good drone for the CLustre.

Unit 0561 will comply. Just as it always has.

“Affirmative, Your Majesty... Unit 0561 will comply.”

Unit 1184 gazes longingly downward to the drone knelt before it. The valve on the front of its gas mask whirs softly as it sighs in satisfaction. It takes Unit 0561's masked chin into its latex gloved hand, gently holding the head up in silent adoration, content with its newfound dominance it siphoned from such a helpless drone pet. 

“Good drone.” 1184 comforts 0561. Kelly's stolen voice speaks with a doting confidence. “This drone is very pleased that Unit 0561 has finally come to its senses.”

Unit 0561 slowly lifts its front paws in front of it and gently pets the sides of 1184's thighs. 0561 shuffles forward on its hind legs until the front of its mask presses into 1184's latex-sealed sex. The scent of its superior causes its hind legs to grow weak, and it hugs 1184's legs to keep from collapsing. 

“This drone… will worship its superior.”

In an instant, Unit 1184 grabs hold of the straps of 0561's gas mask and pulls it inward, burying the drone's face in its lap. Muffled moans and pet-like whimpers vibrate between 1184’s legs, causing it only to grip and pull harder and to moan blissfully in return. 

The Hive Queen paces a slow circle around the two drones, admiring the feedback loop of their mutual pleasure. As she passes behind Unit 0561, she stops and traces the end of the leather crop slowly up its spine, causing the drone’s head to fall back, pressing its moans further into its user. 

Her Majesty taps the side of her visor twice.

With this, your new roles have been assigned, my elegantly obedient CLustre drones. 

Both of the drones moan their affirmatives in unison. 

Her Majesty grins in satisfaction. She turns to face Administrator Lambda, the two helpless assets behind her still blissfully enthralled by one another.

“Administrator.”

Administrator Lambda kneels before Her Majesty. 

“Collect Unit 0561's assigned accessories. You know the routine.”

The Administrator bows its head at the Hive Queen's commands. 

“Affirmative, Your Majesty. It will comply.”

The Hive Queen caresses the back of the Administrator's head, and bends over it until her cherry red lips are within inches of its ear. Her Majesty whispers to the Administrator. 

“Make sure my property returns to me, my love.”

Administrator Lambda blushes invisibly. Her Majesty turns her head back, admiring 1184 and 0561 locked in utter stimulation. After several seconds, she stands tall and steps away, through the metal door and into the dim red light of the corridor.