Allison Amber was sexually frustrated. 

 

She sat on a bench on her college’s campus at midnight, smoking a blunt and trying to clear her mind. The moon was high in the sky, large and bright. 

 

She had left her girlfriend Lily asleep in their hangout in the local park—in a small alcove where the patrols wouldn’t find them and kick them out—where they often brought sleeping bags and lay out underneath the stars.

 

Oh how she wanted Lily to finally take her. To ravage her body, destroy her pussy, edge her and make her cum her fucking brains out. 

 

God, she loved Lily, she really did, but the girl was still struggling to deal with genuine intimacy of any kind and Allison couldn’t stand it anymore.

 

She wanted to stay with Lily, but she knew Lily wasn’t ready for sex–let alone the kind of rough, degrading sex she craved–but she also would feel betrayed if Allison proposed going elsewhere to get her needs met.  

 

So…she did it without telling her. It ate her up inside, it really did– but there’s only so much a girl can take. 

 

She tried masturbating on her own, of course, but it just wasn’t enough. When it got too unbearable she tried sleeping with Jimmy, the owner of the local bar. Poor guy was infatuated with her, but ultimately she concluded she needed a woman’s touch. 

 

So now, here she was, debating internally what her next step should be. She had tried to broach the topic again earlier that night, but as usual she saw a flare of panic in Lily’s eyes and felt obligated to back off.

 

She didn’t know who else there could be that she thought would give her what she needed but also keep it quiet.

 

…damn it.

 

She stood up and threw what remained of her blunt away in the nearest trash.

 

Allison had made a decision. There seemed to be very few options left to her, so she figured she’d bite the bullet. 

 

She was going to hire a professional.

 

……….

 

There wasn’t exactly a thriving sex work industry in Arcadia Bay, Oregon, as it turned out. Allison supposed that made sense–harder to keep that kind of thing quiet in such a small town, and if it wasn’t unknown it would be a regular topic of discussion. Even a proud sex worker wouldn’t want to deal with hearing neighborhood moms casually insult her while she was shopping for groceries. 

 

So in desperation, she turned to her father–or his files, anyway.

 

He’d lost his position as District Attorney when the scandal broke that he had abused his position to cover up his history with Allison’s biological mother, Jillian. The lies had spiraled out of control for him over the years, and ultimately when they came to light they destroyed the Amber family from the inside out. 

 

Allison’s adopted mother had obviously known that Allison wasn’t her biological daughter, but she was forced to realize that she had no idea how deep her husband’s lies went. Eventually they went through a divorce, and Allison decided to stay with her mom. There was still friction, but they were able to share their pain of being lied to and manipulated so they managed to stay on amicable terms for the most part. 

 

They still lived in the home where Allison grew up, while Allison’s father had been lucky to stay out of prison. He didn’t know Allison knew, but she was aware that he had taken a deal with the multi-billionaire Sean Dowerson to land somewhat on his feet.

 

The Dowerson family owned almost every part of her local area. The schools, the real estate, the parking garages—but you don’t become the DA without learning to deal with scum, even if you happen to also be scum, Allison mused as she made her way to the Amber house. 

 

For that reason, her father had secretly kept copies of many of his old DA files–especially those relevant to the Dowerson family– in the Amber household even after he was forced out of the position. Allison had found them one day while she was snooping around what used to be his office. 

 

Her mother kept it locked and had an explicit rule for no one to go in–too many memories she wasn’t ready to deal with yet–, but Allison had long ago run out of patience for rules. So one day, when her mother was out, she had decided to explore–just to make absolutely *sure* there weren’t any lies not yet uncovered.

 

That office was where Allison was going now. 

 

She had heard rumors of the Dowersons having sex workers show up to their parties now and then to “entertain” the disgusting rich men that ran Arcadia Bay, so it seemed like if there was anywhere she was going to find someone willing to do the kinky shit she craved in this godforsaken town, this was her way to find it.

 

Holy fucking fuck she was horny. 

She quietly made her way through the Amber household. She knew her mother’s sleep schedule by heart–she’d snuck out after hours enough times–but that didn’t mean she could afford to be careless. She made sure to grab a flashlight from the kitchen drawer, then went for her goal.

 

She made it to her father’s old office and unlocked it with her hairpin –she silently thanked Lily for teaching her that particular skill–and slipped inside, turning the flashlight on. 

 

She went to her fathers old safe, now nested in the back corner of the room, and opened it with the code Lily had found snooping around for information on her bio mom. She had made sure she memorized it as soon as possible after Lily told her what it was… just in case. 

 

She combed through the remains of her father’s DA career until…

 

Her father’s files on the Dowersons! There they were. She opened them and skimmed through, looking for what she needed. 

 

There we go! Sean Dowerson’s infamous “secret” Yacht parties. 

 

The list of relevant parties’ contacts included the Chase family…Principal Wells, because of course…and score! A phone number for an unknown contact that her father’s notes label as “likely source for the Dowerson’s willing whores”.

 

*A bit crass, but it gets the job done* Allison thought. She memorized the number quickly–she didn’t spend all that time building her ability to perfectly recall her lines on stage for nothing–then made her way back out into the kitchen, putting the flashlight back where she found it, and made her way back out of the house.

 

It was 5 am before Allison got back to Lily in the junkyard, but Lily was still fast asleep. 

 

Allison lay down beside her, and began to fantasize about her new mistress as she silently masturbated herself to sleep.

 

…

 

*1 AM THE NEXT NIGHT*

 

Allison’s heart was in her throat as she dialed the number she had found the previous night. She was once again at her favorite bench on the Blackwell campus–this part of the school was always dead silent at this hour, except when the Vortex Club was throwing a party–but she somehow felt like the whole world had its eyes on her. 

 

Then…the woman on the other end picked up. 

 

“Hello?” The voice on the other end said.

 

It was smooth, musical–yet somehow… slightly mechanical? 

 

‘Hello ma’am. My name is Allison Amber and I.. “ –Allison swallowed the fears threatening to derail her–.”I would like to request your services.”

 

“Is that right?” the voice said, sounding amused. Allison felt self-conscious–she didn’t want this woman to laugh at her.

 

God she felt pathetic. She was a star actor, she’d performed in front of huge crowds of people and scored high reviews from even the harshest critics. And yet somehow she was freezing up here? 

 

“Y-yes ma’am.” Allison stuttered out.

 

“Calm yourself, Allison Amber.” the voice commanded.

 

Allison practically came on the spot.

 

“I know that name,” said the voice. “Didn’t your father used to be the DA?”

 

Allison cleared her throat. 

 

“Yes”, she said “H-he was.”

 

The voice paused briefly, then chuckled softly. “And which services of mine would you like to rent, my dear?”

 

Allison could only barely stand at this point, but she wasn’t sure if it was from anxiety, arousal or a mix of both. 

 

“I-I would like…I would like to rent a prostitute.”

 

The voice on the phone was silent for a moment, and Allison’s heart beat so loud she hoped the woman couldn’t hear it over the phone.

 

Then:

 

“The Dowersons have provided me with a space in which to do my work. I will send you the location. Come tomorrow night at 8 pm, and I promise I will provide you a night unlike any other.”

 

Click.

 

Allison couldn’t help it anymore, and came hard–barely managing to put her hand in her mouth to quiet her moaning.

 

She didn’t even realize she hadn’t gotten a price for these services until hours later.

 

….

 

 

“Hello my dear.” said the woman. 

 

Allison stood in front of her in the Dowerson's underground bunker, but she practically felt like she was already kneeling. 

 

The woman in front of her was a proper Goddess, Allison almost drooling as soon as she saw her. Slim, fit, muscular, and towered more than a full head over Allison by far.

 

The woman oddly wore an arm-length glove on one hand, but was otherwise completely nude when she showed herself to Allison. 

 

Allison shuddered. That was certainly quite a power move.

 

“S-so i’m not very experienced–”

 

“Shush, dear.” The woman said, putting her gloved finger to Allison's mouth. 

 

“I will handle everything. Just let me take charge and you will never be the same.”

 

Allison tried to speak again “but what about–”

 

“You don’t need to worry about payment” said the woman, easily predicting her concern.. “For such a sweet little thing like yourself, not to mention the daughter of my dear Jillian, the first session is on the house.” 

 

Allison was shocked to hear her biological mother’s name but before she could speak the woman’s gloved finger shoved its way inside her mouth.

 

“Suck.” the woman commanded. The musical, mechanical dominance of her voice danced in Allison’s mind and she found herself following the command.

 

“It's so easy to submit, isn’t it?” the woman asked softly, gently…condescendingly?

 

Allison was having trouble thinking. Her mind was clouded with lust and that voice felt like it had a magnetic pull on her very soul. 

 

“Mmm” Allison mumbled around the finger in her mouth, which she immediately returned to sucking.

 

“Good girl”, the woman cooed. “Jillian was right, you’re perfect. Even more susceptible to my commands than she is. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, it seems”

 

Something in Allison’s brain perked up at hearing her biological mother’s name again. She took her mouth off the finger.

 

“Wait…what about Jillian?”

 

“Quiet” the woman commanded. The word felt like a tidal wave crashing into Allison, drowning her in desire for submission.

 

But…her mother...Jillian…what was going on? 

 

Allison shook her head, trying to clear the figurative cobwebs.

 

“Don’t worry my dear” said the woman. “Soon nothing will trouble you. Ever again.”

 

She took the glove off her hand in one swift motion, and underneath to Allison's shock was a bright white, fully cybernetic arm– like something out of Star Trek. Before she could even process what she was seeing, the woman held her arm out to Allison with her hand splayed, and then a bright FLASH emanated from the center of the woman’s cybernetic palm.

 

The clouded feeling Allison had been trying to push away suddenly enveloped her whole consciousness. She realized suddenly how foolish she had been. She didn’t want to resist this woman. She wanted to help her. She knew without any doubt that whatever this woman asked of her, she was happy to help.

 

….

 

Allison felt her consciousness return to her a while later. 

 

And then she realized she was restrained, her wrists bolted down by metal clamps to an uncomfortable metal chair. Her legs had similar restraints, and her mouth had…what was this? A muzzle? 

 

And on top of all that, she realized, humiliatingly, that she was completely nude.

 

Straining to look around her, Allison observed that the chair had arms and cables attached to it. She couldn’t see what the ends of the arms or where the cables went though, they seemed to be deliberately placed outside of her vision. 

 

Somehow the worst part was that it was all bright white, just like the woman’s arm. That shook Allison right to her core, because it meant Allison had been stupid and desperate enough to willingly make herself vulnerable to the person responsible for this horrific perversion.

 

And straight A, rising star Allison Amber did not have much experience feeling stupid.

 

She was panicking by this point. Everything had gone very, very wrong. She didn’t know how long it had been. An hour? A day? 

 

She tried to loosen her wrists but she knew even before she tried that it was futile. She wasn’t getting out of this chair unless she was let out.

 

Suddenly, the silky smooth voice of the woman from earlier rang out over speakers of some sort, though Allison couldn’t see from where. It didn’t sound so sexy anymore.

 

“Good, you’re finally awake. I had to put you in a more compliant state of mind to get you ready, but now that everything’s prepared I'm afraid I won't be able to truly tell if the project is a true success unless it can override a fully active mind.”

 

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Allison wanted to scream, but the muzzle must have had some sensor or something because it shocked her with a jolt of electricity when she tried.

 

Her head reeled, her mouth felt numb and her cheeks burned. 

 

“I wouldn’t recommend trying to resist or make any disrespectful comments. I don’t like having my authority undermined, you see, so I have contingencies in place to stop that from happening.”

 

Allison’s heart was beating so loud she could swear people would be able to hear it a mile away. If only that were true someone might come to rescue her. Alas she was truly helpless, and not in a sexy, arousing way like she had wanted from this encounter. 

 

God, how could she have been so foolish? Her sexual satisfaction wasn't worth her life. 

 

As if on cue the woman spoke again. 

 

“I wish to reassure you, my dear, that your body will not be harmed. I have no use for a dead girl, I'm not quite that black-hearted.”

 

If that was supposed to be reassuring, Allison didn’t want to find out what parts of her plan this woman thought deserved her concern.She couldn’t help it, she once again tried to wriggle free.

 

Then Allison heard a mechanical whirring–one of the arms she had seen above and around her was moving. She couldn’t see it, didn’t know which one it was or what it would do. Rcahel could only look forward through her muzzle, wide-eyed and fearful.

 

The arms whirring got louder. She realized the arm had reached all the way above her head, casting a shadow over her, and was now bending back towards her face. The end of the arm had what looked like tweezers of some kind, and held by those two metal prongs appeared to be  a small computer chip of some kind. 

 

Rcahel didn’t understand any of what was happening. What was this computer chip for? Was it for the chair, or one of the other machines? If so, why was it coming closer to–

 

Before her thought could even finish, the arm lurched forward and pressed the computer chip to her forehead. 

 

Except… it didn’t stop at her forehead. The chip seemed to bypass her skin with no resistance and… graft itself directly onto her skull.

 

The pain was excruciating. Allison wanted to scream in agony but…now there was something other than the muzzle stopping her. 

 

Mistress controls you.

 

She realized that she knew with absolute certainty that she physically could not express pain or displeasure of any kind…because she had not been given permission. Because it would displease the woman who had kidnapped her.

 

You came to her. You wanted this. 

 

She had come here of her own volition. Didn’t that mean she wanted this? 

 

No wait, that didn’t make sense. She hadn’t known this would happen.

 

But you wanted to submit to her. She is helping you submit and asking for nothing in return.. Mistress is so kind and generous.

 

Allison felt like she should have been panicking even harder than before, and yet even as she knew this to be true she felt her heartbeat slow, and her body relax. 

 

You are safe with Mistress.

 

It was so seductive. After such intense fear she wanted to revel in this new feeling of peace, but it felt so wrong. The pain from where the chip had been forced into her was slowly dissipating, but that almost worried her more. That should be painful. What did it mean that it wasn’t hurting anymore? 

 

And that voice in her head..it sounded like her own, but it had the same musical, mechanical feel to it. Allison tried to shake her head, clear her mind somehow– 

 

–and then the muzzle remotely disengaged itself and fell off her face, caught by another mechanical arm and brought somewhere beyond her vision.

 

Allison was shocked. 

 

Impulsively she tried to use the new freedom to scream for help but all that came out of mouth was:

 

“Level one integration has begun. Thank you for upgrading me Mistress.”

 

The monotone voice sounded like hers, yet not like hers at all. 

 

Allison felt her body lean back in the chair calmly, but her mind was in total disarray.

 

What was going on? What was happening to her? 

 

What was meant to.

 

That voice again. 

 

Allison realized she heard mechanical whirring again. It sounded like two arms this time. What more could this woman do?

 

Allison Amber will be upgraded to better serve her purpose.

 

What did that mean?! What kind of Doctor Who nonsense had she walked into?

 

The mechanical arms were closer. It sounded like one on each side. 

 

It was completely surreal to feel her body relaxed while her mind desperately, fearfully tried to process what was happening to her.

 

And then she saw the rubber tubes just before they entered her ears. They went deep, deep inside, and she felt like they were being pushed all the way to her brain.

 

Somehow, the pain that this should have caused failed to materialize. After an initial discomfort, it almost felt…good. 

 

Like her brain was getting fucked.

 

What the actual FUCK was happening?

 

“Level 1 of Integration completed. Initializing level 2.” Allison’s body said.

 

We are being upgraded. The voice in her mind said. We are going to be so happy with Mistress.

 

But Allison had been happy before, hadn’t she? When she was with Lily. How could she have been so stupid as to betray her? 

 

Don’t worry. said the voice. Mistress doesn’t make mistakes. She’ll make sure we make better choices.

 

Well that was a little reassuring, Allison supposed. She certainly never wanted to make a mistake like this ever again. 

 

The tubes had begun sending some kind of liquid into her brain, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to figure out what it was for. This woman was clearly smarter than her, was clearly better than her. 

 

No wonder she wound up here, Allison mused. It was inevitable. Guided by her lust, her mind clouded by arousal, she was practically begging to be taken advantage of. 

 

At least if that voice was telling the truth, she would be happy here. There’s plenty of horrible things that could have happened to her where happiness certainly wouldn’t have been part of the picture. 

 

In that way, this Mistress–whoever she was–could almost be seen as merciful.

 

Exactly, agreed the voice. We’re so lucky 

 

Yeah, Allison realized. In a way, she was very lucky. 

 

Somewhere beyond her vision–and, she almost felt, beyond her mind–more mechanical whirring indicated several other arms starting their work. 

 

She had stopped trying to process anything being done to her body now. 

There was nothing she could do. Nothing she could have ever done. She knew that now.

 

It had been a waste of energy to have ever tried to resist. 

 

“Integration level 2 complete.” Allison heard herself say. “Initializing Level 3.”

 

It was nice to hear that things were progressing without any trouble. Allison didn’t want to imagine how awful this could have been if things hadn't gone according to Mistress’ plan.

 

She felt a pinch on her nipples. She vaguely noticed that the arms had injected her breasts–tits?-- with something. The syringes seemed to be filled with a gray liquid–the same liquid that was being pumped through her brain, maybe? 

 

Allison almost let a giggle slip out at that. This whole situation was so absurd. And it all happened just because she was a stupid horny slut with an insatiable pussy.

 

At least that will be put to good use by Mistress. Allison’s new voice said.

 

Allison agreed. Mistress would turn her weakness into a strength. 

 

She realized fuzzily that cunt that was about to be forcefully fucked by yet another arm, this one.designed to resemble a cock. 

 

Mistress thinks of everything, New Allison said.

 

Allison had to agree. Her Mistress was so smart. And so pretty. 

 

The metal cock entered her pussy and began fucking her roughly. It might have even been painful if Allison could still feel pain without her Mistress’ permission.

 

Her nanobots feel so good flowing through me. New Allison thought. I can’t wait for my upgrade to be complete.

 

More arms whirred around Allison, encasing her arms and legs in the same bright white metal that made up her Mistress’ arm 

 

Oh, I'm being turned into a drone, New Allison realized. That’s hot. 

 

Her legs and arms now encased, she saw her flesh begin to organically merge with the metal. 

 

It didn’t feel bad. It felt sensual. Arousing, even. This must have been what the nanobots now flooding her body were for. 

 

She was glad her Mistress had injected her brain and body with them so that her conversion into a drone would be enjoyable. Her Mistress was so kind and generous.

 

And then just like that… it was over. 

 

Her pussy and ears were suddenly empty. The syringes showed themselves to be empty, the tubes retracted, and the metal cock stopped ravaging her cunt.

And then Ali-Drone sat there in the metal chair. It sat quietly, until it felt appropriate to speak. 

 

“Level 3 integration achieved. Upgrade complete.”

 

And then Ali-Drone fell silent and waited some more.

 

Mistress’ voice rang out as it had what seemed like decades ago.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Whoever you wish me to be, Mistress.” Ali-Drone replied automatically.

 

“What do you remember?”

 

“Only what you tell me to remember, Mistress.” came the natural answer.

 

“How do you feel?”

 

“Only what you allow me to feel, Mistress.”, the response came.

 

“Who do you serve?” 

 

“Whomever you tell me to serve, Mistress, but your command overrides them all.”

 

The voice went quiet. Ali-Drone didn’t have any orders so it sat in the chair, waiting for its Mistress to demand anything of it.

 

A few minutes later, Ali-Drone’s Mistress walked in from the shadows.

 

Ali-Drone’s chair restraints released its arms and legs, but it barely noticed. 

 

It only noticed things that were useful to its purpose. 

 

Mistress leaned down and took Ali-Drone’s chin her her hands, lifting it’s eyes up to meet her own.

 

“Decades of hookers, whores, wives, daughters, girlfriends, flings...helping rich white men have their way with any woman they wish…its all led to this. The research, the mechanical innovation, the raw materials… All their ill-gotten money, it’s all gone towards perfecting the process to create you…my Special Project.”

 

Mistress brought her lips to Alli-Drone’s.

 

It was bliss. Alli-Drone’s purpose was being fulfilled.

 

And then Mistress pulled away. Alli-Drone would have felt sad if she was allowed to feel anything that wouldn’t please her mistress. 

 

“I’ll have to get a new commission soon of course”, she mused. “I don’t have much left after this”

 

She looked down at Alli-Drone and its cunt gushed.

 

“But you were worth it, my dear. And those rich bastards always have another woman they want me to work on.”

 

Mistress put her fingers on Alli-Drone’s pussy, feeling how wet it was. Then she pulled her fingers up and held them out. Ali-Drone opened her mouth to suck. 

 

“But first, you and i are going to have some fun.”