Endless, rhythmic pulses of club music combine and harmonize with the mindless chatter of hypnotized drones beneath the floors and throughout the halls of Club Lustre. 

Waves of club patrons in sparkling ravewear dance beneath silver and red lights, carefree and clueless. Lines of bare bodies in nullifying gas masks wander into the assimilation chamber, orderly and obedient. Groups of CLustre drones coated seamlessly in rubber march mindlessly together to be reconditioned by the Hive Queen's desires, programmed for perfection. 

Club Lustre's guests, many of whom are regulars (whether they know it or not), hear and feel the beats of the music approaching its drop. Their rising cheers and the dizzying euphoria of the flashing lights hold them oblivious to the helpless minds being rewritten beneath their feet and perhaps even more oblivious to the chance that they may soon be next. 

All the while, this state of perfect ignorance runs equal and opposite. Unit 0561's mask presses between Unit 1184's thighs, huffing and whimpering with its user in blind and thoughtless desire. Their dronified minds flood with need for one another. Their moans fill the sterile air. They forget where they are or who they were. It doesn’t seem to matter to them anymore.

The Administrator stands patiently nearby, grinning and blushing ear to ear as it watches the two drones stay so mindlessly addicted to one another. It holds a chastity belt and a pair of golden padlocks. The Administrator gently shakes the belt, causing the two drones to whine in conditioned unison and freeze in place. 

“Units 1184 and 0561, to attention.”

The drones whimper and slowly separate, still weak with desire for one another. Rubber squeaks as Unit 1184's thighs slip out of 0561's paws. 1184 falls to its knees beside 0561. It gazes longingly into its tinted visor, and listens to the drone's deep, impassioned breathing filtering through its gas mask. 

Administrator Lambda steps closer, just short of standing in between the two drones. 

“Unit 1184 will install this chastity belt onto Unit 0561. It will comply.”

1184 looks across the lustrous metal of the belt, excitement building in its heart. 

“Affirmative, Administrator.”

The drone replies and stands up once again. 

“It will comply.”

Unit 1184 takes the chastity belt, handing the leash over to its Administrator. It encircles Unit 0561, standing behind the drone balanced on the hind legs of its bitchsuit. With a sadistic rush, 1184 plants the bottom of its platform boot into 0561's back and shoves it forward onto all fours. 0561 yelps and moans nervously; through its latex chassis it feels the cold metal of the chastity belt being draped over the back of its waist and a pair of hands running up between its bound hind legs with the front of the belt. It shivers and moans as its sex is enveloped in the cool metal, and its legs nearly give out as a pair of clicks of the belt closing on its hips echoes through the sterile room.

“Good drones.”

The Administrator praises the pair. It holds out the golden padlocks to Unit 1184.

“Complete enforcement of Unit 0561's role. It will comply.”

1184 grasps the shackles of the padlocks between its rubber fingers. 

“Affirmative, Administrator. It will comply.”

The drone kneels behind 0561 and delicately attaches the padlocks to its hips. For a brief moment, a low hum comes from beneath the floor and the padlocks magnetically snap closed, sealing 0561 into the chastity belt and out of any chance of escape.

Unit 1184 looks up at Administrator Lambda, beaming with pride of its work. The Administrator nods in approval, its hands held behind its back and its chin lifted in an air of authority. 

“With this belt locked to Unit 0561, the drone is considered the irrefutable property of Club Lustre, and by extension, Her Majesty the Hive Queen. Unit 1184 has been assigned the task and role of training and caring for this property until both drones are inevitably returned to their rightful owner.”

Unit 0561 shivers meekly and lets out a whine, the cold metal encasement feeling tight on its hips at Administrator Lambda's words. Unit 1184's heart pounds with excitement; it feels immense euphoria at the chance to not only have power over the inferior drone, but also to please its own superior, the Hive Queen. 

“It will comply!”

Unit 1184 eagerly announces. 

“It will comply, Administrator.”

Unit 0561 quietly admits, a deep blush hidden beneath its mask. 

Administrator Lambda nods in satisfaction and pats the side of its thigh, once again signaling 0561 to follow as it did before. The Administrator collects the loose items including Kelly's handbag and Tina's coat.

After a long pause, the Administrator finally gives a new command. 

“CLustre Drones 0561 and 1184, deactivate. Identity overwrite is no longer enforced.”

The pair shivers and whines; the robotic intonation in their passive breathing fades away. 

The Administrator slings Kelly's bag over its shoulder and methodically drapes the coat over Tina's slumped body. 

“This Unit will now escort you from Club Lustre. Her Majesty the Hive Queen will be pleased to have you back.”

Kelly walks and Tina waddles alongside Administrator Lambda, backtracking through the now much emptier corridors save for the other clearly dazed drones being escorted by their own superiors. The scent of heavy rubber lingers at every turn all the way to the sloped passageway through which the distant thumping of club music beckons, in almost a perfect mirror image of the club's entrance hall. 

As the three of them approach the top and peer through a staff doorway out into the club proper, it is abundantly clear to Kelly and Tina that a lot has happened since they arrived, not just to them, but to everyone, as every single one of the patrons in the club are now donned in identical black latex catsuits. Much to her surprise, however, Kelly notices while scanning the crowd that very few of them are wearing gas masks.

Administrator Lambda walks Tina through the doorway out into the noise of the club. Kelly follows suit a short time after, in awe of the many assimilated patrons. 

However, not a moment after her platformed boots step foot back into the club does a red gloved hand grab Kelly by the wrist, twisting her arm upwards over her head and forcefully pinning her to the wall beside the doorway. Kelly gasps as the Hive Queen jams her red-trimmed latex leg between Kelly's thighs, practically forcing Kelly to straddle her.

Her Majesty narrows her eyes at Kelly in a cruelly flirtatious glare. 

Kelly whimpers, straining her arm. 

“Y-your Majesty! Wh-what's-”

“Silence, drone.”

The Hive Queen turns her head to the side. 

“Administrator.”

Administrator Lambda approaches Kelly without a word. Suddenly, it grasps the base and straps of Kelly's gas mask, quickly loosening and pulling it off of her. Cool, unfiltered air grazes Kelly's face for the first time in hours. She blinks and gasps, feeling weak and exposed in Her Majesty's grasp.

Kelly tries to pull away from the Hive Queen, overwhelmed by fear as though she was naked without her identity-nullifying gas mask. 

“Oh sweetie. You don't get out of my web that easily. You still owe me some answers.”

Kelly darts her exposed eyes around in a panic, squinting frantically as she readjusts to the bright lights. 

Her Majesty stares at Kelly's scared, trembling eyes. 

“Now, now, Kelly.” 

She whispers, leaning forward until her lips hover just beside Kelly's ear, her soft voice somehow eclipsing the booming noise of the room. 

“I'm not going to hurt you, Kelly. Not in front of the other guests.” 

She giggles teasingly and pulls her head away from Kelly's ear. Her Majesty raises up her free hand palm side up. After removing their own gas mask, Lana retrieves the memory locket from Kelly's bag and places it into the Hive Queen's hand, just as the music in the club swells and builds, telltale of an incoming beat drop. 

Kelly looks fearfully at the device, panting loudly and completely lost for words. Her Majesty glides her thumb down the surface of the locket. She whispers softly. 

“3… 2… 1…”

All at once, the music drops and the memory locket flips open. Kelly squeals involuntarily and squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation of the swirling lights of the locket's screen. However, no such lights illuminate her. 

Kelly quivers in the Hive Queen's grip for a few moments longer. Not sensing any light on her closed eyelids, Kelly slowly peeks out to see Her Majesty's warm smile. Kelly's panicked breathing slows as she calms down. She gradually blinks open both eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Your Majesty..?”

Kelly whimpers out. 

The Hive Queen does not respond, and instead turns her head down to look at Tina, over which stands Lana holding three identical gas masks slung over their wrist. Tina's head is held up by the leash in Lana's grip. Her gaze is locked in on the swirling red and silver spirals coming from the memory locket in Her Majesty's hand. 

“Do you know how you ended up with one of these lockets, Kelly?”

“H-huh?”

Kelly stutters out, struggling to break her gaze from Tina's glazed-over expression. 

The Hive Queen tightens her grip on Kelly's wrist.

“Answer my question, drone.”

Kelly whimpers, fear returning to her eyes once again. 

“I-I found it, Your Majesty. In Tina's bedroom.”

The Hive Queen turns to face Kelly and grins with amusement. 

“Then I'll rephrase. Do you know how Valentina ended up with this memory locket in her bedroom?”

“No, Your Majesty… I don't know.”

The Hive Queen smiles and glances down at Tina's entranced face. A small strand of mindbroken drool hangs from Tina's parted lips.

“I guess we never will.”

The Hive Queen snaps the memory locket shut, cutting off the spiral projection. Tina's head slumps and her body trembles weakly in her rubber paws, causing the golden padlocks on her hips to jingle, almost in rhythm with the club music. 

Her Majesty lets go of Kelly's wrist, unpinning her arm and softly gliding her shiny red glove down the length of Kelly's arm before gently cradling her chin with her thumb and forefinger. She stares into Kelly's eyes in deep adoration.

“Well, in any case, you've done so well, Kelly. You always do.”

Kelly blushes, frozen in place with her arm still over her head.

“I hope you enjoy your time with your new pet until I see you two at Club Lustre again.”

“Th-thank you, Your Majesty.”

The Hive Queen leans forward, her cherry lips inches away from Kelly's. 

“You are coming back, right?”

Kelly's breathing shakes and her blush deepens.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty. I hope so.”

The Hive Queen raises an eyebrow expectantly. 

“Er-.. Affirmative, Your Majesty.”

The Hive Queen smiles widely.

“Good drone.”

Her Majesty runs her rubber thumb across Kelly's cheek. Kelly whimpers at the praise for but only a moment, interrupted by the Hive Queen's lips pressing into hers.

Time seems to lose meaning as Kelly's thoughts are overcome with desire to please her Hive Queen. Every which way she tries to move her eyes, her attention is drawn and locked into the eyes of her superior. Her legs grow weaker and her heart pounds with excitement. She feels an immense sense of freedom, just as she did when she first waded into the crowd of Club Lustre. Freedom from the burden of choice. Freedom from the need to think for herself. Freedom from inhibition. She is a good drone for the CLustre. That's all that she needs. 

As Her Majesty's lips pull away from Kelly's, the lights in the club begin to dim and the music slows to a conclusive murmur. The sounds of many dazed and sleepy patrons echo through the open space. Scents of sweat and rubber are replaced by a light breeze of humming ventilation.

“Ah, this is always my favorite part,” 

The Hive Queen coos.

“All those weak, rewritten minds going off to fulfill my desires with one another, whether they know it or not.”

The Hive Queen slides her leg out from between Kelly's and backs away. She hands the memory locket to Lana and kneels beside Tina. The Hive Queen gently pets Tina's hair, calmly rousing her from her vacant trance.

As Tina's eyes flicker open, she breathes a deep, comfortable sigh. 

“Thank you… Your Majesty… for showing me my place.”

“Oh, Tina. You're very welcome.”

Her Majesty replies.

“But until I see you again, you'd better make sure you show Mistress Kelly just how obedient you can be.”

Tina blushes and wags her butt in the air in involuntary petlike excitement. 

The Hive Queen smiles warmly and stands up once again. She takes the handle of the leash as well as Kelly's handbag from Lana and politely hands them to Kelly. 

“Enjoy your role while it lasts, my dear drone.”

Kelly takes the leash and her bag, then curtsies, excited to fulfill the desires of the Hive Queen. 

“It will comply, Your Majesty.”

The Hive Queen nods in satisfaction and steps away, the enchanting sound of her heels echoing throughout the sloped passageway.