It might have been hours, or only seconds, before her visor was gently pulled off, revealing the sight of Magenta, standing over her. The taller woman's pink eyes glanced over her appraisingly. The living room was silent, save for the distant hum of the ventilation systems - so quiet the room may as well have been empty.

Instinctively, the proto-Drone blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden light, but she said nothing, looking ahead with a glazed stare. No thoughts, no will, no awareness.

She did not need time to adapt to her new existence - she did not need a moment to consider all the things - concepts, priorities, beliefs - that had been radically altered by her new programming.

She was no longer a person. She was an asset who, like a piece of code, had been rewritten. Her new truth simply was a fundamental part of her now. If she had been free to think anything, it would only have been to linger on how breathtakingly hot everything that had been done to her was. She had been made to only be able to feel that way about it, after all - arousal was a sensation that had been reformatted with the rest of her neural architecture into one of many methods of control.

At that moment, Lexa simply existed to await activation, like a new device waiting to be booted up for the first time. Her choices were not the ones that mattered anymore - the choices of those who used her were.

“Proto-Drone Lexa - acknowledge Temporary Controller. Command Code: ‘Blue Abyss’.” Magenta said gently, eyes intently inspecting Lexa's placid expression.

Blinking, Lexa found herself able to think again - though her thoughts were very much focused on one thing as she stiffly rose from her couch, offering herself for inspection. It didn't matter how disheveled she was, or how her cock was almost visible beneath her exposed, soaking panties. Personal shame and nervousness were things she had been liberated from.

All that mattered was following her programming, without thought and without hesitation.

“Initial programming c-complete…” Despite her complete focus on her encoded instructions, it was difficult not to let a slight moan of bliss filter into her words, her eyes fluttering as she shivered where she stood.

It was difficult to describe just how…. sublime she felt. Knowing that her every thought was no longer under her own control, knowing that she existed just to obey, seemed to colour every thought and feeling with a giddy rush.

Magenta rolled her eyes, the hint of a smirk crossing her lips. “I'd noticed.”

Lexa didn't gave the capacity to process the sudden revelation that Magenta had been a Drone this whole time - a programmed agent whose mission had been to subdue Lexa's mind in service of her Controllers. That was simply as obvious to the programmed Proto-Drone now as the colour of the sky, and didn't need to be focused on.

Her mind had other priorities.

“H-how soon can we begin full programming, Controller?” Lexa found herself unable not to ask, “I need to become a Drone, I need to obey, I need to become a-”

Magenta placed a lone finger on Lexa's lips, silencing the girl as she shuddered with the bliss of her programming. Lexa felt her cheeks redden as her words - and thoughts - came to a halt.

“Proto-Drones do love to yammer their programming out loud. Cute.” Magenta commented idly, and Lexa's blush only worsened. “At least we know your mind is fully under our control.”

Yes, Controller, Lexa desperately wanted to whine, Completely under your control. I exist to obey…

“You will not be this obvious tomorrow - when we take the trip over to HQ. You will act and behave like you would have before receiving your programming.” Magenta added, and this time it was an order.

“Yes, Controller. I obey.” Lexa mumbled instinctively, feeling the order etch itself into her subconscious. She would act completely ‘normally’ in public. Mesmer Holo-Technology's secrets had to remain hidden, no matter their cost. Lexa already knew that she would give her life to ensure that without a second thought. She'd been freed from burdens like doubt or fear - and it felt wonderful.

Her new instructions did spark a question however. “Tomorrow, Controller?”

“We are directed to avoid engaging in unusual behaviour that might attract the interest of observers.” Magenta explained, her voice calm as she recited her directives, her pink eyes unfocused, as if she were reading from a page in front of her only she could see, “As far as the station and the other corporations ought to be concerned, Lexa Bray simply accepted a job offer and will be attending a business meeting at headquarters tomorrow.”

Lexa nodded, understanding. She had no opinion of her own about being ordered to pretend to be a person who no longer really existed. Obedience was all that mattered.

Silence reigned over the apartment for a moment, as the pair simply stood there.

Despite herself, Lexa's newfound obsession with carrying out her programming demanded she ask another question to her Controller.

“So….” Lexa queried, looking pleadingly into Magenta's gorgeous eyes for another chance to obey. “What are your orders until then, Controller?”

Her Controller looked down at her, her eyes lidded as she suddenly reached forward to stroke Lexa's cheek, exploring the contours of her face with an intoxicatingly delicate trace of her fingers.

If Lexa had been blushing before, the proto-Drone’s cheeks felt like they were ablaze now as she stared, awestruck, into the eyes of the Drone who commanded her.

“You will clean yourself. Hygiene and maintenance are critical…” Magenta commanded, her voice a relaxing monotone that Lexa had no choice or desire but to lose herself in, lulled into an almost-trance as her subconscious absorbed its new directives.

Magenta's hand moved downwards, tracing against Lexa's neck and collarbone. She was enjoying this, Lexa faintly realised in the back of her half-lucid mind. A rush of pleasure surged between her legs at understanding that. She existed to be whatever her Controllers asked of her, and right then it was clear that she existed to be enjoyed and embraced by Magenta.

“You're going to take a shower… Wash away all outward signs of this session. But first…” Magenta's fingers moved, as she reached out to touch Lexa's satin blouse, taking long, delectable moments to explore the soft fabric - and the shape of Lexa's pert breasts beneath.

Lexa couldn't help it. She let out a soft moan, melting into her Controller's touch as Magenta drew her close, her fingers tugging gently on the buttons of her shirt as she began to undress her.

Lexa relished the closeness, feeling Magenta's breath on her skin as she stood in the taller woman's shadow.

“Good girl.” Magenta purred in a way that sent shivers up Lexa's spine, as she continued to slowly slip open button after button. “You absorbed your programming correctly. Obedience is…?”

“The greatest pleasure.” Lexa practically gasped. Dimly she understood that this was a test - ensuring her programming had completely secured her obedience. Magenta was simply mindlessly following her own Controller's directives, not enjoying Lexa for herself.

And that made it so much hotter.

“Good girl.” Magenta hummed a second time, finally slipping Lexa's shirt off of her shoulders as she continued her task, letting it fall to the ground.

“You love to obey.” Magenta added; it was not a question.

“I love to obey.” Lexa heard her lips repeat mindlessly, her glazed-over eyes unfocusing until everything seemed like a vague blur, as she felt herself retreat into the comfort of a blissful, thoughtless trance.

“You belong to your Controllers - mind and body. You will give them everything they ask for.” Magenta whispered soothingly, leaning in so that she was murmuring directly into Lexa's ear.

Lexa felt less like she was standing - and more like she was floating - all that prevented her from slipping completely into an unconscious, dreamlike state were her programming's demands, as well as Magenta's arms.

“I belong to my Controllers…” Lexa slurred dreamily, stretching out every word as she swayed in Magenta's embrace, her sightless gaze staring into an infinity of nothing. “Mind and body. I will give them everything they ask for.”

She meant every word. Lexa's body was shuddering, overwhelmed, by a needy, delicious haze of pure want. They had broken her down and made her want to become something new and it felt so fucking good to just admit that. It was an endless cycle of reinforcement and Lexa could no longer even imagine trying to break free.

Lexa didn't notice how many times she repeated whatever Magenta commanded her to, as the Drone relieved her of her bra, then her slacks, then her sodden panties. Her conscious mind simply didn't matter enough anymore. She may as well have slipped away from time, as her thoughts floated in an abyss within herself.

“Test Complete. Confirmed Programming Efficacy.” Those words from Magenta's cool, businesslike voice, clearly not directed at her, snapped Lexa back to awareness.

Now she was standing naked in front of Magenta, the cool air of her apartment caressing her bare, sweat covered body. Her clothes were a pile of messy garments stacked next to her feet.

“How many beds are there in this apartment?” Magenta asked suddenly, glancing around at her surroundings. Her fingers idly brushed against one of Lexa's exposed nipples, drawing a soft whine from the proto-Drone.

“Just one, Controller.” Lexa answered calmly after she'd had a moment to collect herself. Before, she might have felt defensive about how this cramped little apartment was the best place she could afford, but her programming had changed that. She was free from shame or anxiety. Being around Magenta… felt so safe.

Something lit up in Magenta's eyes, almost imperceptibly. “Then we will both share.”

Lexa's heart thumped in her chest as she nodded stiffly. “Yes, Controller.”

“But first,” Magenta placed a hand on the proto-Drone's shoulder and nudged her in the direction of the bathroom, “Go shower.”

“Yes, Controller.” Lexa's lips moved instinctively as she walked, an image of calm and a lack of emotion that was only slightly sabotaged by the drizzle of fresh precum dripping from her girlcock.

There was nothing in her programming that said it couldn't be a long, long, shower.

–

Lexa emerged from the shower a while later - certainly not as quickly as she could have. If she'd been able to, she would have wondered whether that was because of or in spite of her programming, but that kind of questioning had been locked away in her mind.

She stepped into her bedroom, just about done with drying herself off, as she looked over at Magenta, who had made herself at home on the bed.

It wasn't a full double bed, but it was at least wide enough to fit two people. The grey walls plastered with posters of various arena teams from past and present, along with a calendar that had been distressingly empty this past month, Lexa's bedroom had been a private space she'd shared with far fewer people than she'd have liked.

None of that mattered any more though, of course, Lexa acknowledged with a twinge of pleasure. She'd been spared pain like worry and loneliness. Her programming had made sure she existed beyond such limiting emotions.

“Maintenance complete, Controller.” Lexa announced, presenting her nude, clean body for inspection.

Magenta nodded wordlessly, looking Lexa's body up and down. For a moment, her cheeks flushed almost as pink as the slightly ill-fitting pajamas she had clearly borrowed from Lexa's drawers, though Lexa had none of the presence of mind to register that.

Finally, after a moment that had stretched on a little longer than was strictly necessary, Magenta waved Lexa towards the bed.

“Come on, then… a full sleep cycle is important.” She urged, her eyes suddenly unable to quite meet Lexa's.

“Yes, Controller.” Lexa moved to obey, quickly pulling out another set of pajamas for herself - a mismatched pair of dark shorts and a black top with a bright pink cat on the front - and slipping it on. It was a strange rush, getting washed and dressed for bed so quickly, not even thinking of checking her commpad for a few hours and watching videos on the Internet. She was moving efficiently, free of executive dysfunction, free of little mistakes or idle thoughts or distractions.

Those were the kind of concerns people dealt with. She was an asset. Soon her programming would be complete, and the parts of her mind that could hope for anything didn't even contemplate escape.

It felt so much easier, so much more wonderful, to just sink into her programming.

With a flick, Magenta switched the bedside light off, leaving the pair in a gentle darkness. It reminded Lexa of the snug comfort of the visor.

Slipping onto the bed, Lexa lay beside her Controller, still and calm, and prepared to easily slip into the tranquility of obedient sleep.

Except…

“Controller?” Lexa asked sheepishly after a few minutes spent staring upwards from the mattress.

“Yes, Proto-Drone?” Magenta responded quietly after a moment.

“C-can I… have more of the sheets please?” Lexa asked. She existed to obey… but she wouldn't be able to sleep well if she was too cold.

It was all about efficiency. She was being a better proto-Drone by asking, really.

“...affirmative.” Magenta mumbled sleepily, and after a moment Lexa felt the sheets give way a little-

-as Magenta slid closer, pressing her warm, muscular body next to Lexa's.

Someone made a sound close to a squeak, and Lexa belatedly realised it had been herself.

Magenta was sturdy, her body radiating athletic power from years of training. But as she pressed against Lexa on the cramped bed, she felt so soft - like a living pillow she could just melt into….

“...You should have more pillows.” Magenta cool voice cut into Lexa's thoughts with the intensity of a blade.

“Yes, Controller, I obey.” She replied immediately, all thoughts of her own silenced by a rush of pleasure from the new command.

Drones should have more pillows, she understood instantly. It was the most efficient way to complete a rest cycle in bed.

“That wasn't an…. never mind.” Magenta mumbled, but as her words did not seem relevant, Lexa's partially programmed mind didn't process them.

After a moment, it maybe seemed like Lexa would finally be able to slip into dormancy, before she heard a faint sound beside her from her Controller.

“Lexa?” Magenta asked softly, her whispers so close to Lexa's ear she couldn't help but desperately hoped she'd do it again. “What's that smell in your shampoo?”

Lexa blinked, processing the request for a moment. “Pomegranate, Controller.”

“...Understood…” Magenta murmured.

Listening to the gentle rise and fall of her Controller's chest, feeling her warmth on her skin, and the simple, inescapable urge to obey, it didn't take Lexa much longer to finally slip into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Her subconscious dreamed of the whispered words of her programming, reinforcing themselves as designed over and over again - even sleeping, her mind had been re-engineered into a tool to ensure Lexa's compliance.

There was no escaping who she was becoming.

She'd been made to like it better that way.

That would have been all she had the ability to dream about, were it not for the pair of warm, muscular arms that wrapped around her in the night.