"Welcome to Mesmer Holo–Technologies - the home of light-based innovation."

As the automatic doors slid open, Proto-Drone Lexa took in an aurora of lights that left her spellbound.

The atrium for the Mesmer Holo-Technologies headquarters on the station was vast, befitting a major corporation, with several reception desks. But it was no simple nondescript room. The walls and floors were lined with flowing neon paneling that stretched up into a domed ceiling, the colours shifting between vibrant lights every second as the pearlescent wall material shimmered like oil as the brightness gradually oscillated. It was eye-catching and almost hypnotic - a temple to Mesmer's mastery of light.

“I recommend sunglasses when entering through the front door.” Magenta murmured dryly, before tilting her head in the direction of one of the receptionists and leading Lexa in their direction. It seemed to be a quiet morning, so they attracted little attention as they approached the desk.

“Oh, Miss Magenta! How can I help you?” A bright eyed receptionist greeted the pair cheerily. She had short dark hair, wearing a silken black blouse, with a silver pendant hanging loosely around her neck in the shape of a spiral. Were Lexa not preoccupied by her current priorities, she might have had an absent-minded thought about how cute her side-shaved cut made the woman look.

“I need you to listen carefully to me, Dinah.” Magenta spoke quietly, looking the receptionist in the eyes, “Miss Cavendish wanted me to ask here about the painting being delivered - a conversation in ink-stained ciphers at the rosebed.”

Dinah nodded for a moment, but the faint fluttering in the receptionist's glassy eyes as Magenta spoke the last phrase made it clear to Lexa that she wasn't seeing anything in that moment. Clearly Mesmer had enlightened this woman to the perfection of obedience. Lexa couldn't help but shake a little just thinking about what Mesmer could do to her - she couldn't wait to become just as well programmed.

“Yes, Miss Magenta. It should all be ready in the storage room over there. Usual arrangements.” The receptionist spoke in a dreamy voice, before blinking and seeming to return to awareness. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Negative.” Magenta shook her head, “I will let Miss Cavendish know how helpful you were.”

Dinah's cheeks reddened as she looked up at Magenta with a smoldering mix of gratitude and desperation in her lidded eyes. “Thank you, Miss…”

Magenta turned, tilting her head towards a hallway that led out from the side of the reception hall. “This way, Lexa.”

Lexa struggled not to break into a run as she perceived their next destination. Her heart hammered with need and lust as their shoes click clacked against the pristine floor - closer and closer to the place where she would finally receive her full programming. Only the comfortable weight of Magenta's orders in her mind kept Lexa appearing outwardly calm.

Discreetly glancing to make sure no particular attention was being paid to them, Magenta gently nudged open a door marked ‘Maintenance’, before gesturing for Lexa to follow her in.

The room was…. a dusty storage room? The dimly lit box was littered with shelves of clearly disused cleaning supplies, and the air smelled faintly of bleach and soap.

“....Is this the right room, Controller?” Lexa had to ask, trying to not give away the hot need between her legs that only seemed to get stronger the further they got into the building.

“Our superior is… has… a-” Magenta tried to speak for a moment, before stopping with a frown, the words seeming to stop in her throat. “This is one of several hidden entrances, to prevent espionage concerning Mesmer's secret projects.”

Lexa nodded. That made sense. Plus, the thought of being smuggled in only made this more exciting, and she'd already been brainwashed to find her impending programming the most exciting thing possible.

Reaching for the grey paneling of the walls, Magenta's hand triggered the opening of a hidden panel, lit with a holographic keypad which Lexa's Controller quickly tapped with practised ease. A moment later, and the wall at the end of the room parted with a hiss, revealing a dimly lit tunnel which gently sloped downwards.

Magenta sighed. “Follow me. There are…. security precautions.”

Lexa nodded eagerly, and moved to follow Magenta as fast as she could. Of course, it didn't matter. Despite the burning hot lust blossoming inside her, Lexa knew she could wait forever if she had to. She could be dropped on the other side of inhabited space and she would still work to find her way to serve her Controllers in Mesmer.

The spiral was always there, waiting in her mind's eye to guide her. She served it, in mind, body and soul.

She felt her legs carry her, dreamlike through the cramped passageway, single-file behind Magenta. Neon strips along the floor and arched ceiling provided dim pink-purple light that felt more befitting of a nightclub than a corporate office. After moving down at least a storey below the “ground” floor, the pathway turning several corners as it descended in a spiralling pattern, the pair of them at last came to a sealed doorway, a security camera staring down at them with a glowing pink eye.

After a moment of the pair of them standing in front of the bulkhead, the door parted with a hiss, revealing a pristine room lit by bright floor and wall panels, stark white couches sat in the corners. Another camera waited in the corner, recording silently as the pair stepped in.

Magenta turned, looking over at Lexa. “We have arrived at our objective. This Drone will soon transfer it's authority as temporary Controller to your permanent Controller, who will oversee your full conversion.”

Lexa couldn't help it - she was just too excited - to obey, to obey, to obey, to obey-

Her girldick was so hard and sweet beneath her skirt, sending waves of blossoming pleasure dancing across the nerves of her body. With an excited giggle, she quickly wrapped Magenta in a hug that caught the monotone woman off guard.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you” Lexa murmured into Magenta's shoulder, standing on tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around her.

“Proto-Drones…. always so…. erratic.” Magenta mumbled, giving the shorter girl a single stiff headpat. The pink haired woman's cheeks were lightly reddened as she gently pushed Lexa away, though her hand lingered on the proto-Drone's shoulder as they looked each other in the eyes.

“Lexa…. I….this….” Magenta once again seemed to be struggling to choose her words, before her expression returned to flatness.

“Proto-Drone - you are ordered to display yourself. Strip and await inspection in the center of the room.”

Lexa's face was frozen in a blank smile as her limbs fell limp to her side. The fresh orders had slammed into her conscious mind like a plow through soft snow, and all other considerations simply dissolved in the face of the new imperative. She had been floating in the tide of obedience, and Magenta's fresh orders had tugged her deeper into darkness.

It simply wasn't important right now for Lexa to think or feel - she just had to obey. It wasn't even important to be Lexa. Pure obedience was all that was needed, not the pantomime of feigned personhood. Obedience was her only true desire, after all - her greatest pleasure.

“Yes, Controller. I obey.” Lexa recited without thought, automatically moving to begin taking her clothes off with unthinking efficiency.

Good Drones obeyed mindlessly, and she wanted to be the best Drone possible.

Within half a minute, her clothes lay in a pile on the floor, and she stood at attention, staring into nothing as she awaited inspection, the cool air of the carefully conditioned room keeping her at a comfortable temperature even in the nude.

She had been ordered to await inspection. She did not need to think of anything else to fulfil this objective.

Magenta stayed at her side, watching as this all happened with only a flicker of visible interest, her pink eyes slowly moving up and down Lexa's exposed body.

Lexa did not know how long she stood there, awaiting inspection. She did not need to know. The spiral took her beyond time, beyond consciousness. All that mattered was obedience, and she would stand there until her legs gave out beneath her. Assets did not worry about comfort or feelings - they simply fulfilled their function.

Eventually, the doors at the other side of the room slid open, and Lexa's heart thumped in her chest as with the gentle click, click, clack of heels against the pristine floor, two figures stepped into the room.

“Oh, this is a great palate cleanser after a morning of boring meetings…” A cheery, patrician accent broke the silence. “You've gotten her out on display for me~”

The speaker was a pale woman with blue hair worn in an elegant, but somewhat messy braid, a lightly freckled face and bright eyes the colour of sapphires, lightly glowing as a telltale sign of expensive implants. She wore a black shirt with a yellow tie, paired with high waisted leather pants and expensive looking heels. Lexa didn't have the presence of mind to notice much, but everything about how she spoke and moved radiated authority.

The other woman who hadn't said anything yet had light tanned skin, a short sidecut hairstyle with curly dark hair crowning her head. Her brown eyes did not appear to be augmented as her attention calmly shifted between everyone in the room, quietly observing. She wore an expensive-looking tactical bodysuit with the Mesmer logo on the shoulders, and Lexa's dulled mind vaguely noted the presence of cybernetic aug sockets at the base of her skull, before the thought drifted out of her head as quickly as it had appeared.

“Hello, Lexa~” The first woman purred with undisguised excitement, her eyes thoroughly exploring every inch of the proto-Drone's naked body. “We've had our eyes on you for a little while, and can I just say that you certainly haven't disappointed!”

Lexa said nothing. She had been ordered to await inspection, and would not move until she completed her task and received further orders.

“Hmmm.” The other woman finally broke her silence, staring Lexa in the eyes before tapping some notes into a datapad she pulled from her belt. “She's taken to the basic programming pretty well. Hopefully that'll make up for her lackluster performance in the arena…”

Lexa might have flipped out about that, if she was still a person. But she wasn't, and she had not been ordered to care, so she continued to stand at attention, staring into nothingness.

“Your assessment is limited. This candidate's performance was affected by external factors.” Magenta butted in from where she stood to the side of the room, something that almost looked like a frown reaching her face.

“Our darling Magenta has a point, Cassie.” The blue-haired woman hummed, standing behind Magenta and resting her chin on the muscular woman's shoulder. “Every new candidate we induct has had a massive boost to performance after our little…. tweaks - and besides, we both know those idiots running Rubicon have no imagination.”

“Fine. I'm sure I can find a place on our front roster for her after a few sim matches.” Cassie - the woman in the techsuit - conceded, still tapping away at the holokeys of her datapad.

“I know I can count on you~” The woman in charge chuckled, playing with a strand of Magenta's hair before stepping closer to Lexa.

“We've gotten lucky, putting a good team together so far out of your…. obsessions.” Cassie grumbled tiredly.

“You know I prefer calling them… conquests.” The blue-haired woman grinned, her pristine teeth bared as a hungry look shone in her eyes.

“Your delusions of grandeur are going to get us all in trouble someday.” Cassie huffed, shaking her head at the other woman's display.

“Until then, I do pay you very nicely, though~” The woman in charge pointed out with a seductive edge to her voice. “And you know I can let you in on the fun, if you'd like. It's only fair, seeing as you were the only one to ever see through it all.”

“Let's just get on with the medscan.” Cassie bluntly diverted the topic, though that didn't conceal the blush on her face - or the few seconds she spent eyeing Lexa's breasts.

“Oh, do we have to do this all now?” The other woman huffed, throwing a pleading look Cassie's way.

Cassie rolled her eyes, pulling out another device and pointing it at Lexa, slowly dragging it upwards from her feet to her head. “I'll point out this is the protocol you signed off on.”

“Did I?” The blue-haired woman hummed thoughtfully, “Hmmm…. I must have been distracted.”

“....alright, medscan’s done.” Cassie concluded, ignoring her as she looked back at her datapad, “She's fine, and it all matches our records. I'll go update the techs on things…. Don't break anything while I'm not watching.”

With that, Cassie then stepped out, the door sliding shut behind her and leaving the three of them alone in the sealed room.

Then there was a long quiet moment, as the woman took a chance to inspect Lexa without interruption, her eyes hungrily exploring every inch of her naked body as she stepped around the catatonic woman.

Gently, she took an unashamed squeeze of one of Lexa's nipples, before her fingers pinched, drawing a faint blush from the otherwise unreactive Lexa. The woman smirked.

“Magenta, be a good Drone and hand over control to me, now~” She asked, biting her lip as she glanced between the pair of brainwashed women.

“Yes, Mistress.” Magenta complied quickly, turning to look at the catatonic Lexa.

“Proto-Drone designated ‘Lexa’, this is Miss Cavendish.” Magenta instructed, her voice stiff and cold. “This Drone will permanently transfer full Controller status to her, effective immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Magenta… I understand…” Lexa nodded serenely, her voice dreamlike and soft as the new instruction burrowed its way into her mind - overwhelmed both by the thrill of new orders and the immense weight of affection that struck her as Miss Cavendish's new status filled up the limited space for thoughts in her mind. She lived to serve her Controller. She wanted nothing but to please her Controller. Every idea that surged through her synapses was now inextricably linked to Miss Cavendish's happiness.

She did not consciously notice the tears of joy slowly trailing down her blushing cheeks, only the weightless, all encompassing pleasure that flowed through her body as she fulfilled her function.

She did not spare a thought for the sudden shift in the connection she felt for Magenta - she literally was incapable of it. That would imply regret, and assets as thoroughly brainfucked as Lexa had little capacity for regret.

“Good~” Miss Cavendish purred. “You've done so very well for me, Magenta. I'm so proud.”

Magenta's eyes widened ever so slightly, and after a moment's hesitation the Drone spoke carefully, “...Does this mean that you will consider this unit's request?”

“Hmmm…. I'll have to think about it, Drone.” Miss Cavendish hummed thoughtfully to herself, idly playing with the end of her long, braided hair. “Your arguments in your last request form were very solid, but I'd just hate to set back your progress by letting you cum too often~ It was only last month I let you have your last orgasm, after all…”

She stepped over to the pink-eyed Drone, cradling her chin in one hand and tilting it up to face her. “You understand me… denying your request, of course, don't you?”

“Y-yes, Mistress… This Drone obeys…” Magenta murmured, her eyes lidded as Miss Cavendish tenderly stroked her cheek.

Miss Cavendish chuckled - a warm, bright sound that sent shivers down Lexa's spine. Still holding Magenta's chin, she turned slightly to glance at Lexa. “You see how well programmed your recruiter is, Lexa? She was quite strong-willed when we found her, but we managed to fix that.”

“Yes, Miss Cavendish.” Lexa replied blankly. The faint corner of her mind that was able to process her new Controller's words could only think of how much she desperately needed to receive as much conditioning as Magenta had.

Miss Cavendish chuckled again, turning away from Magenta and slowly stepping towards Lexa, her freckled features beaming with a quiet excitement. “When we're in private like this, you can call me Mistress, Lexa.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lexa said, unable to avoid shuddering slightly as her body instinctively felt a rush of pleasure.

“Good girl-” Mistress beamed, placing her hands on Lexa's bare shoulders. “Because from this day onwards, you will be mine. Say it for me.”

“Yes, Mistress. I will be yours.” Lexa repeated it, and so it became true to her, settling in her mind like a comforting weight - a limiter that would forever guide her thoughts.

“Of course, that's only partly true.” Mistress leaned in with a dangerous smile, her voice a breathy whisper as she murmured close to Lexa's ear, “Because we are going to destroy you, Lexa Bray. We are going to plug you into a machine that will hollow you out and fill what's left up with new ideas. You are going to forget everything about the person you are today and only remember if it becomes useful to your orders. How do you feel about that, Lexa?”

Lexa took no time at all to know how she ‘felt’. She wanted it more than she'd ever been able to conceive of wanting anything. “I obey, Mistress….”

“Good girl~” Mistress traced a delicate finger along Lexa's collarbone, “And why do you obey?”

“Because obedience is my only purpose.” Lexa's lips recited automatically, without even needing to recall them.

“That's right. Nothing else matters.” Mistress nodded, gently rubbing at the muscles of Lexa's shoulders before tilting her head towards the Drone at her side, “Magenta - you'd snap this girl's neck without hesitation if I ordered you to, wouldn't you?”

Magenta's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and it took a moment for her to speak. “This Drone… would…”

Miss Cavendish raised an eyebrow, suddenly diverting more of her focus back to Magenta. “You'd obey without question, wouldn't you? You'd kill this girl and forget she ever existed if I told you to, wouldn't you?”

After a moment of hesitation, Magenta's seeming reluctance dissolved, her voice a dull murmur. “Yes, Mistress. This Drone exists to obey.”

“Well, that’s interesting.” Miss Cavendish shared a conspiratorial look with Lexa. “Her programming hasn't faltered in a while. Looks like she has a soft spot for you….”

Lexa continued to stare blankly into nothing. The conversation so far had barely raised her heartbeat as she remained still and almost thoughtless, awaiting inspection as ordered.

“Well, she's definitely getting a fresh round of programming to fix that, but you two would certainly make a cute pair~” Mistress smirked. “I think I might make that official later. It'll certainly be a new variable in the equation - I like mixing things up.”

“But back to you, Lexa….” Mistress turned back to face her, now gently stroking Lexa's breasts. “The point I was making is…. You'd let us do whatever we want with you, wouldn't you? You'd die for me - you'd kill for me. There's nothing you wouldn't do, if I told you~”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lexa's hazy mind whispered agreement, because it was true. “Nothing at all.”

“Good.” Mistress purred, in a tone that sent shivers up Lexa's spine. Her fingers twisted, and in a blur she clawed down the side of Lexa's exposed stomach, leaving a fresh red mark, but drawing no response from the still woman besides a faint blink as her body reacted to the flash of pain. Mistress's smile grew.

“No thoughts of your own, no will of your own. Repeat that for me.” She continued to whisper, but her words were firm.

“No thoughts of my own - no will of my own.” Lexa hummed agreement, her eyes dull and lifeless. She felt like she was floating, untethered from anything as her body, lips and mind moved to her Mistress's will. She was drunk on that feeling, addicted in an instant to the intoxication of letting herself be guided by obedience. There were no worries or thoughts to slow her down anymore.

Mistress's lips moved up to Lexa's ears, her warm breath brushing against her skin. “Now, kiss me~”

Without thought or hesitation, Lexa leaned up and pressed her lips to her Mistress's, kissing without any of the anxiety that might have held her back in her old life. It was a pure kiss, filled only with the deepest, most unimaginable love that had been poured into Lexa's mind.

She tasted… Perfect. That was all Lexa could think as Miss Cavendish pulled her into an embrace, passionately and hungrily exploring her with her tongue, gasping for breaths and moving back to kissing as her hands gripped and groped and tugged at Lexa's body.

Perfect.

“You want this.” Mistress moaned into Lexa's ear before pulling her dark hair with a sudden yank - sending a rush of something Lexa didn't know how to describe except yes, need more down her spine - reaching down to kiss and nip at her neck.

“I waaaant this- ohhhh...” Lexa whined obediently as her Mistress's hands pushed her back, towards one of the couches in the corner of the room.

It felt so good, so indescribably right - to be kissed and enjoyed and wanted and used - but also it felt so fucking good to know how brainwashed she was - that she'd been made to want this, to have no choice but to want this. She'd been mindfucked into loving every aspect of her mental transformation, and so every second of her Mistress using her like this was like layering levels of perfect pleasure on top of each other, flowing through her mind and body all at once.

With a thud, her naked ass fell against the cool, soft synth-leather of the couch, and she was left looking up, starstruck, into the beautiful eyes of her Mistress. Nothing else felt even close to being as real as her in that moment. Nothing else mattered but obeying, and the rush of pleasure that had been fucking into her brain in response to it.

“You want to obey~” Mistress commanded, pushing Lexa down, her fingers digging into the proto-Drone's skin as she climbed on top of her.

“Y-yesssss, Mistress!” Lexa yelped, offering no resistance as her Controller kissed all over her. In this state, everything but Miss Cavendish's words were a haze, and even pain felt as sweet as being fucked if it came from her new Mistress.

“You know, we've kept tabs on you for a while, Lexa…” Mistress murmured as her fingers traced the contours of Lexa's face, a delighted look shining in her eyes, “I've met so many like you. We had our share in Mesmer before I noticed the… benefits of the tech we'd been working on. Talented, clever, gorgeous women, but so… unfocused. So distracted by petty things, like wanting to climb the ladder, like wanting to be my equal.”

She cupped Lexa's cheek, drawing her close enough to feel her breath on Lexa's skin.

“Isn't this just better?” She asked, voice as sweet as warm honey, “Now the only word that matters to anyone is mine. No fussing over hierarchies or ambitions, I simply command a thing and it gets done. I'm happy, the Company is happy, and you girls… you'll never have to worry about what you want ever again. Besides… I know it comes off as arrogant to say I deserve to have a cohort of gorgeous women attending to my every need, but after all the hard work I've done… I'd say I deserve a little arrogance, don't you think?”

“Yes, Mistress…” Lexa nodded in a daze, transfixed by the sheer focus Mistress was showing her.

“You're catching on~” Mistress grinned, her free hand reaching down to pull open her leather pants with practised ease, pulling down a pair of silk panties to reveal her own glistening pussy.

Lexa's eyes couldn't help but fix on it, drawn magnetically to the sight as her mind rushed with thoughts on how her Mistress might want her to pleasure her.

Miss Cavendish, sitting on her knees as Lexa lay between them on the couch, took a moment to look over at Magenta, still standing at attention on the other side of the room, and flashed a grin before looking back down at her new proto-Drone.

“Fill me up, Lexa. Fill me up and know that this is the best sex you'll ever have~” Mistress commanded as she lowered her hips and took Lexa inside of her.

“Y-yes, Mistress!” Lexa whined, her eyes fluttering with bliss as Mistress held her arms down and began to move up and down, up and down, up and down-

Mistress's words were always true. Mistress was perfect. Sex with Mistress was perfect.

Being pulled inside Mistress was indescribable. It felt warm and sweet and unimaginably electric as Lexa shook involuntarily, as she felt a scream of unfiltered delight fill the air, pouring from her lungs.

“Oh- fuck, I'm good~” Mistress whined as she pushed herself deeper onto Lexa's girlhood.

It was like being pulled deeper into the obedience she craved; it was like dragging the old Lexa further and further away from escape.

She wanted more. She could only want more.

Then Mistress tensed around Lexa's hard, dripping girlcock, and Lexa's world went away.

There was nothing but perfect, sublime pleasure - the freedom of knowing that she was fulfilling her purpose.

As an asset to the corporation - a tool to be used however her Mistress saw fit.

She would never need to be anyone or anything else, and knowing that filled her with a feeling of perfect, blissful peace as her body mindlessly served.

“I think you're going to be a great fit here, Lexa~” Mistress's giggle shifted into a delighted moan, and then she continued to take what she wanted, again and again and again.

It didn't matter how long they fucked and kissed and bit in that room. Good assets didn't worry about having to do unpaid overtime, after all.