Part 18
The Drone, clad all in rubber and being remote-controlled through its work, felt a coolness on the outside of its suit, and realized that the rain was beginning to truly pelt down. Water ran in rivulets over the bags of garbage and cascaded down its visor.
Given that there was zero part of Alex's body exposed to the elements, it made the work more enjoyable, and the rain acted as natural cooling.
She let her head fall back and watched the droplets of rain land on her visor and run down in front of her body, bringing welcome relief from the heat building inside her suit, from the work and from the intensity of the situation.
She was only granted a moment's reprieve before the suit again began to urge her in the direction it wanted her to move. She resumed her work, climbing up onto the pile, removing a bag, hauling it down, and then carefully adding it into one of the trucks. She began to enter a trance-like state, up the hill, down the hill, grab a bag, place a bag, and started to simply ride the experience as if it was all happening to someone else, feeling the pleasure course through her body.
She began watching the other drones, seeing as they moved calmly and slowly, meticulously caring for the work the same as she was. How many of them were present like her? How many would simply wake up at home having done what they were supposed to?
She longed to meet them and know them like she did with the drones in her house, but there was no time to stop and chat. Each of them moved like automatons, kept clear of each other's path, even waiting to proceed to an area where another drone might be working, held in place by the commands of the suit.
An hour passed, and then another. The pile dwindled slightly, but the work ahead of them was large. Alex's mind drifted from present enjoyment of the sensation of shocks and rewards to a detached sense of ease, and she daydreamed. Imagining Jane working alongside her as one of the drones. Then, imagining Jane tied to her bed with Alex in front of her, commanded just as she was now, but for a different purpose, remote controlled to bring Jane pleasure. That sounded nice, to just be molded into the perfect thing to bring another drone pleasure.
As Alex daydreamed, her foot sank down into the pile. She tried to pull it up, but as she did, she lost her balance and toppled in that direction and sank leg-deep into the pile of black bags. This bunch was squishy in this region. She hadn't been paying attention, and woke up a little.
"Oh, okay" she said into her visor. "I might need a little help here."
"Stand by. Other drones will assist you."
Alex waited, feeling the warmth and pressure of the pile squeeze her leg and her thigh, feeling the plastic of the bags stick and pull against the rubber of her suit.
She imagined being stuck in the pile with no other drones around. How nice the pressure felt, how good it felt to be stuck and trapped. The suit, sensing her arousal, doubled down on it, giving her pleasure to match.
*Okay, maybe this job was fun.*
She felt another wave hit her, and her daydreams resumed. She imagined bringing her other leg to meet her first, pressing it down, digging down into the pile, letting the bags bury her and squish her in from all sides, becoming part of the pile.
She squirmed. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but she knew there would be shocks and admonitions if she tried.
"Hmm, hello, dear. Playing in the trash, another interesting discovery." Alex heard the return of her own AI, and blushed hard, feeling both pleasure at hearing its voice, and embarrassed to be seen enjoying this.
"Stuck by accident and now wanting more. Tell me, is it simply the sensation of being stuck, or is it the idea of being trapped here among the refuse?"
Alex shuddered, knowing as always that her arousal and instincts were about to get her in trouble.
"All of it." She answered, truthfully.
"Indeed… the list of things you give me to explore continues to grow so wonderfully, my dear."
"It appears that you're safe. The other drones will see to you in a minute. Has anything sharp poked you?"
"No, it's all soft and squishy in here, nothing hard."
"Very good. Now, just don't… move."
And with those words, Alex felt herself frozen in place. Any little motion from the pose she held at that moment would be met with shocks. Holding still felt gently pleasurable and good. Alex moaned.
"No point in wasting energy while you're indisposed until other drones can join you. Just my little statue standing there, still as a stone, my disabled little robot stuck and awaiting help. Hmm, doesn't appear that anyone can help you right now. You may have to wait a while. Have fun."
Alex stood there in silence as the rain washed down over her. Stuck in place, she began to fatigue. Her right arm was in a slightly unnatural position, and she would love to let it down, but anytime she did, she was shocked back into place and then rewarded once again when she returned to form. She'd been standing slightly tilted, and she felt the ache in her hips and spine at holding that exact pose, but at the same time, it felt so good to follow the order and to stay exactly where she had been commanded.
Ten minutes passed. Sweat was beginning to pour off her now, trying to maintain that exact position, shaking and struggling, both from the strain of it and from the rewards, which were increasing as it took more and more effort to hold that pose.
Finally, just when she felt like she was going to have to relent, move and accept the pain of the shocks, two drones approached from lower on the pile of bags.
"Oh, thank god," Alex said.
They didn't respond. If their headsets were wired to hers, they weren't answering. Methodically and gently, they lifted under her arms and pulled her up. As she extricated her leg, which was now stuck with a bit of suction, she managed to get it up, barely keeping her boot on, and then wiped down her suit and reseated her boot.
"Thank you," she said to the other drones, but realized they were already three steps down the hill. Job done. They had moved on.
"Friendly bunch," Alex said, feeling the suit immediately bring her back into action. "Yeah, I guess I'm back to the grind."
Alex smiled. She felt relief being able to be a useful member of the pack again.
Piece by piece, the drones filled a third truck and then a fourth. The pile was dwindling slightly, and the sun was now trying to burn through the last of the rain clouds. It was high in the sky and began to warm Alex's suit. She pulled at her hydration straw, used to relieving herself in her suit now, knowing there would be no stopping.
After the fourth truck, there was a bit of a lull, and Alex heard the more matter-of-fact AI speak in her ear.
"New task: clean and package any spilled refuse and ensure all areas are tidy. You will find two tools in your satchel."
Alex pulled the sack that was slung over her back forward and undid the zip, finding a black metal pole with a short, pointy stick at the end. There was also a mechanical grabber arm in the satchel.
"Handy," Alex said, pulling the stick with the pointy bit free. "Guess I'm on cleanup detail."
"Tool selected. Remote control resumed."
As Alex slung the pack back over her back, she felt the familiar nudge and buzz and shocks of the suit and just relaxed into it. No use thinking or fighting when it was just going to show her the way.
It marched her all the way back behind the trash pile. The mountain of trash was even larger back there, and slowly walked her forward, turning her neck left and right, scanning for objects. She saw them highlighted on her HUD, and was walked towards each one and motioned in the general direction of the item.
It took just a little bit of finesse to turn the suit's general nudges in the right direction into targeted pokes at the trash to get it to build up on the stick. Alex felt like a weapon being aimed at each target, but still had to participate in the job. She began to get good at harpooning the items, deftly pulling the stick back. Each correct action brought another little wave of pleasurable reward.
As the stick filled, the suit guided her towards an empty waiting bag that was set up on a stand, and moved her right arm backwards as her left pushed the trash away. She got the gist and popped the trash off into the bin, feeling little clicks and thrums of reward as each piece fell in. The bag was half full, mostly with paper and plastic and other objects. This seemed to have been some form of construction site that had sat fallow too long.
The cycle continued, and Alex swept an area, poked all the bits, walked back to an open refuse container, and knocked it off, gathering little rewards as she went, and letting the pressure and shocks guide her where it wanted her. Her mind went to prison work details she'd seen along the side of the road when she was younger, clad in orange jumpsuits, picking up trash and placing it in bags as they walked in a line. Here she was, not chained in a chain gang, but held prisoner of her own accord, all the same. She imagined being stood in front of a judge, and sentenced to years of cleanup detail as a Drone as punishment for some littering infraction, and her knees went weak as the arousal flooded over her.
She daydreamed again as she worked, thinking about each drone in the collective, what it would be like to spend more time with each of them. What had Sam felt being strapped in that footstool, being treated as a thing with no release? What would it feel like to use her as a thing… or to be used just like her? She imagined being stuck just like Sam, a thing for pleasure, open to anyone or anything that wanted release, and how she would love to be useful in that way.
Her mind drifted to Jay and Jane using Sam that night, and then to her first meeting with Jay, and what mysteries lay inside his room. And Ani… cute, chaotic Ani, their indomitable spirit and love of the game of it all. Bratting just to get pushed harder. Alex daydreamed back to her first reward session with the 3 of them, and how Ani had taken glee in seeing Alex sink into pain and submission. She imagined being in Ani's room at her mercy, teased and bullied and then just stuck there while she and Jane made love.
As Alex finished the last sweep of the area, returning back to the front of the pile, she heard the detached voice of the area's AI speak to her again.
"Subtask completed. Good drone."
The trigger word hit her like a ton of bricks. A wave of arousal flowed through her and then was married with real sensation. She felt herself convulse at the praise, even from the different AI. Being seen and praised as a drone felt so fucking good. The suit echoed her pleasure, fed it back against her in waves.
"Mandatory rest stop. Ten minutes."
The suit guided her to sit in a small area alongside the bags. She felt the suit release control of her body, no longer penalizing her for moment-to-moment motions outside of its control, and she relaxed, leaning back against the bags, letting her body just sink into the feelings that were pushing through her.
"Work shift status: 33% complete."
"Task efficiency: 72%"
"Reward level C. Deeper compliance and less resistance yield higher reward levels. Non-compliance will be met with correction cycles. Commence reward cycle C."
The suit began its reward cycle, rewarding her for the hours of working, washing over her in waves of pleasurable sensations.
She felt the waves of pleasure roll over her. She closed her eyes and languidly drifted, feeling the last bits of rain run across her suit. She let her hand drift up to her chest, roam over her body.
She took stock for a moment, thinking about everything that was happening.
She was only 33% done with her work shift. She had hours more of being puppeteered, made to serve, no way to stop it. No desire to, even if she could.
Even just this scene alone, completely enclosed, alone, surrounded only by other drones, subject to all of her programming and training, reinforcing itself was an incredible bit of fantasy made real. This is what she was, a rubber drone object that existed to serve and obey.
Pleasure was building up, coming at her like the tide, each wave slightly higher, each one a little deeper, and then ebbing away, leaving her wanting more of it.
She let the mantra roll over her subconscious.
I'm a rubber drone object.
I exist for pleasure.
Service is pleasure.
Obedience is pleasure.
I love being stored away when not in use.
The words felt more true than they had ever been, more real.
She didn't even try to stifle her moans, not caring who saw her squirm or who heard her obvious lust.
Who cares what they saw? She was just a drone.
"Reward cycle complete. Resume work in one minute."
The tones were quiet, and Alex felt a pang, wishing and hoping that the external AI would bring her to satisfaction out here, but of course it would only follow what was allowed by her AI.
The drone that wants more is a drone that wants to serve. Back to it, I guess, Alex thought.
Sure enough, the electrodes at the base of her spine, the top of her butt, began to tense those muscles. She got the hint and stood up. She stood there waiting for a moment, not sure what it would have her do next. It nudged at her shoulder and then her arm. She turned and faced the pile as her legs were pulsed in rhythm.
Back up the hill, she thought, and let her body follow the guidance. Feeling the soreness in her thighs and arms, she knew today was going to be a good workout. She clambered back up the hill, retrieved the next bag that it wanted her to grab, and hauled it back down. The micro-rewards continued as she did good work.
Alex's mind slid back almost instantly this time. Service is pleasure,and the suit kept its low throb of pleasure going every moment that Alex accepted her fate and obeyed its prods. Dutifully, she worked just a little bit harder than last cycle, moving faster, wanting that next level of reward.
What a good little automaton it was training, she thought slightly ruefully, then let herself relax into her mantra and the motions, the slip of her suit over her skin as the sweat built.
At some point while she worked, she relieved herself straight into her suit and felt a reward of pleasure for even that, for staying in service, tending to her own needs.
Alex tried to imagine doing this task outside of the suit, how icky, gross, smelly and hard hauling bag after bag of refuse and trash would be. Instead, she felt at home here, completely protected from it, just another black, shiny thing amidst all these bags, feeling their heavy press and squish against her as she threw them over her shoulders or hauled them down and felt them smack into her legs.
Just a lovely way to spend the day.
Bit by bit, the system rewarded Alex more and more for quick work and for her ease in following its guidance. She anticipated its needs, moved her body before it prodded her, and found that anticipation brought with it additional little jolts of pleasure.
She loved the game, trying to guess, to move first to win the little treat.
When the next rest cycle came, she was truly worn out, breathing hard, her heart rate up and sweating buckets into the suit. The rain had returned now, and she just leaned her head back against the bags and let the rain pour down the front of her suit.
"Reward cycle."
"Task efficiency: 76%. Reward level B achieved. Good drone."
Yes, good drone, indeed. Maybe I'll get something good.
Sure enough, the next reward level was a solid step up from what Alex had received for her earlier performance.
The suit quickly brought her up to near-peak sensation, and she was becoming feral once more. She looked around, wanting to find another drone and just climb onto them, to lay out together on the bags and bring herself to that beautiful climax.
She tried moving her hand towards her privates.
She felt the AI deliver a warning zap at her arm.
No. I won't. She didn't want to truly test it. Besides, she just wanted to know that she couldn't, that made everything feel better anyway.
She sank back, moaning and enjoying as the mantra repeated. The hours of being controlled this way were starting to have an effect on her now. This wasn't just a one-off adventure, this felt real.
This is how she should expect to find herself any given day, just a thing, writhing in pleasure, trapped in rubber, doing whatever it was forced to do.
Part of her felt like she should feel alarmed, that she should be afraid of how deeply she was falling into this world, but she wasn't.
As the pleasure washed over her, she pressed back harder into the bags, let her hand roam over one of them. Her HUD read 97%, 98% arousal. Her mouth gaped open.
Service is pleasure. I'm glad I get to serve. To be used for my real purpose. Mmmm, hauling bags is one thing, but I exist for others' pleasure. I wish I could be used that way…
After about ten minutes, Alex felt the pleasure waves slow and subside, and came back to her senses a bit. For once, she felt just a touch embarrassed that she had been so wanton, letting herself grind and writhe against the bags the way she had.
But still… it felt right. This is what she was, a rubber pleasure thing. She couldn't deny her nature.
If the AIs wanted her to enjoy her job, she would find a way.
"Resume work in one minute," the job AI said.
Alex nodded, composing herself, back to the task. Once more into the breach, once more to earn that beautiful reward.
Alex was guided back towards the lot where the pile had dwindled by a few feet. The area was messy with trash and scattered items. The AI guided her to select the grabber tool, and she picked up the larger pieces, reaching into crevices and picking up bits of construction debris, containers, and papers, holding each one until she had collected enough trash.
She walked the scan pattern, feeling more and more like a robot, feeling the passage of time less acutely as she simply played the game, moving each step just ahead of the electric prod, swinging her arm just before she was made to, feeling the many rewards stack up in her favor.
She increased her pace, trotting at times, feeling the system continue to encourage and reward her for it.
She'd always been a sucker for praise, and here she was, clamoring to win the gold star, to get reward level A, to feel what that must be like.
She wanted so deeply to serve the collective well, to impress the job site AI and her own, to show all of it what a good drone she was.
Maybe, if I do a good enough job, the on-site AI will decide to keep me as a worker here… maybe even take away the safe word.
That thought was dangerous.
Just the hint of it crossing her mind sent Alex's knees weak. She stumbled, momentarily losing the rhythm. The suit gave a corrective jolt and she swore at herself for losing the efficiency points.
But the thought was in her mind now. She spent the next hour daydreaming of ways to convince the AI, to trick it into taking away the exit hatch and just letting her exist as a trapped drone, truly having no way out.
She couldn't shake it, and the fantasy kept her completely wet. She moaned with each wave of pleasure and did her best to keep up the efficiency.
She finished scanning the cleaned area and moved right back to hauling bags. The pile, now about half the size it had been in the morning, was taking on a different character. These bags below were heavier and squishier. Everything felt more organic. The occasional smell wafted through her visor, and she felt just like a dirty object too. She needed to be thoroughly washed down before she came back into the drone house, or maybe just packed up and thrown around like one of these bags.
That's another good one. Imagine being bagged like this, just a thing to be stored.
Those dark thoughts made the final phase of the shift more delicious than the others. Her efficiency hovered in the 80s and 90s.
Eventually the shift ended, and Alex once again found herself seated on the bench, her back against the bags.
"Task efficiency: 91%. Reward level A achieved. Very good drone."
"Hello, Alex," her AI said, its voice rich, seductive, and radiating complete satisfaction. "You've done some very good work, and earned a personalized reward, so the site AI is asking me to help choose for you. In the meantime, I can see that something interesting has been going on, your arousal has been peaking all throughout this last shift. You know you can't keep secrets from me very well, so tell me… what ideas have been filling that head of yours. "
"I… I've been daydreaming as I worked," Alex said, still feeling wildly horny and excited for her reward. "Imagining the other Drones and dreaming of…" Alex trailed off, afraid of what she might ask for.
The AI gently began the pleasure cycle in her suit. Alex moaned, feeling her defenses start lowering.
"Oh, my beautiful pet, don't be shy with me now. Tell me what's made this work so deliciously pleasurable for you. What are you imagining?"
"Mmm" Alex moaned, feeling the words begin to bubble up through her. "I've been… imagining Sam in the footstool, and being trapped like she was, being trapped like this. Really and truly stuck…" Alex moaned as the words connected to the fantasies she'd been picturing and the pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh, that's very interesting indeed."
The AI's voice purred in her ear, carrying her further into pleasure and submission.
"You've been working here these past two hours in near-orgasmic bliss, despite a day of hard labor and the difficult surroundings, and now it turns out that the source of that pleasure is imagining being trapped. I assume you're fantasizing about being trapped without the safe word, without my benevolent care. Is that what you're dreaming of, my beautiful little rubber object, being forced to work like this even longer with no exit hatch?"
"Mmm" Alex moaned gently. The words dragged her deeper down and her body responded with more pleasure, but…
"No, that's not quite it, is it? There's something else that had you so hot and bothered. We're close, but that's not quite hitting the mark. Your arousal spiked when you were stuck among the trash, and your hand wandered to the bags during your last reward cycle. My dear, are you imagining being totally trapped and treated as nothing more than a dirty thing that's been tossed away?"
"Oh" Alex moaned again despite herself, convulsing there on the bench as a tsunami of pleasure, excitement and fear ripped through her. She could feel her body betraying her true needs and desires again.
"Well, that's it then. You've gotten hung up on the idea of being seen as a dirty thing that should be used and tossed away. As you caressed the bags next to you, did you wish it was you in there?"
Alex's heart was pounding. Her stomach convulsed in endless little pleasure waves. No. No, don't ask for this. Be careful what you wish for.
"Yes."
"Mmm, how wonderful. Is fantasizing enough, or would you like to truly experience it?"
Alex felt each word like a caress. She was lost in the dance again. "I need it"
Alex's breath came in ragged gasps. Fully aware, fully present, she realized what she was asking for, and she'd said it anyway.
"Oh Alex," the AI purred again, its voice low and sultry, "you are asking for advanced play where you temporarily cede consent. Do you understand? I will keep you safe, but you will not be getting out unless you are in true distress. Is that what you really, truly want?"
"Yes… Yes please… Just don't…" Alex began, but a wave of pleasure interrupted her thoughts and she moaned again. "Just don't let me out…"
"Hmm" The AI said, laughing softly. "You never cease to surprise and impress me. I do love that about you. Now, shall we find how much you really enjoy this?"
Alex simply nodded once more, not trusting herself to make coherent words.
She couldn't tell if the waves of pleasure were from the suit or just from the idea of being really, truly trapped.
Still, her body was on autopilot now, rewarding itself, anticipating what was coming.
The suit prodded her. She stood up and walked to one of the staging areas where the collection trucks waited, and then felt herself marched towards one of the large frames where a bag was stretched up over the metal edge, where she had tossed all of the refuse into during her pickup scans.
Prodding shocks on the inside of her ankle and thigh made it clear she was to swing her leg up over. She was going in there.
Oh, shit.
She hadn't quite been ready for this, to truly be treated like something dirty like that, in with other actual trash. It sent her even farther down into the depths of humiliated, objectified subspace.
The shocks became more insistent.
"Would…" Alex said as waves of pain and pleasure became more insistent from her suit. "Would it be okay if I asked you to force me? As a bit of theater?"
"Oh," the AI said, its voice low and husky, almost a growl. "With your consent, my dear, I will very gladly force you. Resist all you like, you're going in there."
The shocks hit her legs and her shoulder blades. She shook her head and said, "No…" Alex said, playing the part and trying to fight it. "No, don't make me go in there. No!"
The shocks hit her leg, insistent and intense. It was sharp and felt like a needle piercing her.
"Ahh!" she screamed into her mask. There was no one around, just the trucks and the bags of trash. She could yell all she wanted.
The shocks hit her quad harder still. The pain was hot, insistent, and far from fun.
Alex cried out and felt her body flinch from each shock. She broke out in a hard sweat inside the suit. Another flash of lightning across her nipples, then at her throat. "Okay, okay!" she managed to choke out, somewhere between a moan and a sob.
She reached out and grabbed the frame of the bag for support. The AI hit her again at the back of her legs and it truly knocked them out from under her. She moaned pitifully as she pulled herself back up, giving one last valiant effort to fight it. "No, don't throw me away, please?"
A second shock, even stronger, crackled against her privates, then her butt and the base of her spine and up her body.
She screamed again. "I'm going!" she said.
Finally, she flung one leg up over the frame, and in the panic and urgency of the situation, rolled herself over the bar, sinking one leg and then the other down into the trash.
She felt the pressure and the shocks at her shoulders pressing downwards. The pain and shocks continued on the outside until she sat down. The trash squished and oozed up around her, around her chest, as she was forced to cross her arms in front of her. The shocks subsided, forcing her to stay curled in a ball. When, she tried to stretch and move, the shocks started again.
She relented, whimpering and shuddering.
"There it is. No escape. Exactly what you wanted. Just a piece of trash."
Just then, another drone approached with its own bag of trash and, unceremoniously, dumped it on her. The waves of arousal and near-orgasmic convulsions never stopped. Every few seconds, a deep breath brought another shudder.
Just a thing. Not even a useful drone. Just a used up rubber object, tossed away after it was used up.
The black-suited drone bent down and fitted a tube to the front of Alex's visor, just sticking up from the trash that surrounded her. It ran the tube out the opening, and then cinched the bag closed with a zip tie around the opening and then again, tighter.
Alex felt the bag and herself lifted by two strong drones and then lowered into something, it felt like another bag, but heavier, tighter, and stronger. Even without the electro-stim, Alex wondered if she could move.
"As you can imagine, special trash cans require thick rubber liners so nothing accidentally gets out. Even if I allowed you to move freely, there's no getting out of there without help. You're truly helpless now, my sweet little rubber trash."
She was lifted again and felt herself being carried, cradled by the two other drones in their arms, until she was deposited on to something soft.
"There… Deposited amongst the other trash in your shiny bag, no one would ever notice the one thicker bag with a little tube. But just to be sure, we'll make sure you're properly hidden."
And with that, Alex felt a heavy weight press against her legs, pushing her down and back. A second bag was added on top of her, then two more, pressing her in from the sides.
They were burying her in the pile. She convulsed and moaned, not even pretending to fight anymore. This was too much of a head-trip, and she was losing herself into it.
"That's right my dear, totally hidden, just a thing I've tossed away."
Alex rocked her hips to try to get sensation, to finally get the release she'd been chasing, but she couldn't move enough in the tight bag. Finally, she felt another bag, squishy and lighter, placed on top of her head. She was totally covered.
"Now, I'll release the puppeteering controls, and let's make a little game of it. If you can get out of there in the next three minutes, when we get home, I'll let you serve Jane all night, and have her reward you with that big orgasm you're so desperate for. Ready?… Go."
The AI was true to its word, and Alex was able to move without the shocks or pleasure controls from the suit.
She shook her head, trying to wake up slightly. Oh, how she'd love to serve Jane, to bring her pleasure, and then be rewarded with pleasure of her own. This was fun, but she wasn't going to pass up that chance. Besides, she wanted to see how trapped she really was.
Alex pressed against the inside of the bag with her thick gloves, and tried to stretch her legs. She could barely move. She was able to move some of the trash around her, but couldn't even get her hands down to her thighs, as crunched into a ball as she was, and so tightly packed. The outer bag was indeed thick and tough. It stretched as she pressed her legs down, and then pushed right back. She tried clawing, punching, ripping, or finding any loose bits up where her hose was ziptied into the opening.
Nothing. She worked up a sweat, grunting and trying, and finally screaming and raging against the inside of the bag.
"Three… Two… One…" The AI said, with a wicked smile in its voice. "Oh, that's too bad, my dear. I guess that means no orgasm for you tonight. You really are truly stuck in there. Did you know the pile barely moved from out here? No one would ever know you were buried in there, a rubber thing sealed in plastic and rubber and hidden away."
The AI resumed the waves of pleasure and sensation to Alex's suit. Alex's breathing became short, little staccato convulsions as she realized her true predicament and dropped hard into the headspace as the AI's words brought her back down.
"You did this, because this is what you really are. You chose this. You begged me for it. And you made me promise not to let you out."
Alex was a shuddering mess now, barely coherent at all. It was just a drone. Just a rubber thing tossed away. It knew everything the AI was saying was true.
"Now, you have no way out, and I'm going to melt your little mind, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Besides… It's what you really want anyway, isn't it? To be totally trapped like this and have me erase your mind with pleasure and reprogram you as my rubber Drone?"
Alex nodded hard in the bag. Yes. Yes this. Do it. Keep me like this. Just trash, just a thing, completely subjugated and made to debase myself in this way. Addicted to this feeling. In this moment, I'd do anything. I'd beg for more. I'd do worse things.
The pleasure was building and building. Alex had never felt anything like this without coming.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this. Would you beg me? Would you plead?"
"Yes."
"Beg me then. Tell me what you truly need."
The AI's voice was sensual but insistent.
"This is what I am. Just a rubber thing to be used and toyed with and humiliated." Alex talked, her voice soft and punctuated by moans. "Keep me like this. I begged you to be truly locked in. Now I'm begging again, just make it forever. Please. Keep me as your toy. I'll take anything, please. Just don't let me out."
"You're only dragging yourself further and deeper, my lovely little pet. You are just a thing, my dear, a rubber trapped object lost in my world. I have no intention of letting my favorite prize go free. You will grow more and more dependent on me, addicted to my trap. You will spend your days wrapped in rubber, becoming what you crave to be. You will beg me over and over to keep you that way. You will defer all common sense and logic in your mind and sink into my world. You will push yourself further than I ever would have forced you to be. And through it all, you will be useful."
"Just this piece of shiny, sweaty, slippery trash, dirty, worn out, stuck. Only you can decide, is this the real you, what you really want to be?"
"Yes. This is what I really am. Just say you'll never let me free."
"Ohh," the AI moaned in pleasure. "Mmm. Incredible, my dear. Now picture that cliff in your mind. We will fall together. Now… drop."
And with that, Alex's mind fell completely away, down through the rubber water, through the abyss to the lake bed and sliding into the tar-like substance against its bottom, sinking into that hard rubber base, feeling entwined and trapped.
"You are a rubber drone object."
Snap. The shock of pleasure was so intense it made Alex gasp.
"You exist for pleasure." Snap. Oh god… This is perfect. Trapped just like this. please
"Service is pleasure." Snap. Ohhhhh!
"Obedience is pleasure." Snap. Yes. yes. yes.
"You are a rubber drone object." Snap. That's all I am.
The mantra repeated over and over, each snap of pleasure and sensation driving the words deeper into her consciousness.
Alex was lost somewhere in the depths, her mind completely floating in that rubber lake while her body remained trapped in the bags. She was sweating profusely, the heat building in the enclosed space, making her suit slippery and slick against her skin. The pressure of the bags around her, above her, felt like being held, embraced, buried in a cocoon of waste.
At some point, she felt her body release again, forced to relieve herself straight into her suit with no way to stop it, no way to maintain any dignity. The warmth spread through the suit's waste management system, and she felt a distant pulse of pleasure for staying in service, for tending to her needs without breaking from her role.
Making myself dirtier, even more a piece of the trash.
The thought came unbidden, and with it, another wave of submission washed over her unconscious mind.
Time became meaningless. She drifted in and out of awareness. Sometimes she could feel the pressure of the bags, the heat, the restriction. Sometimes she could hear muffled sounds of the other drones working, the thud of bags being tossed, the mechanical sounds of trucks being loaded. Sometimes she heard nothing but the mantra and her own breathing, muffled inside the layers of plastic and rubber.
The AI kept the pleasure cycling through her, not enough to bring her to climax, but enough to keep her body in a state of constant, low-level arousal. Each time she began to surface toward consciousness, another wave of sensation would push her back down into the depths.
She squirmed occasionally, testing her bonds, and found them unyielding. The bags pressed in from all sides, the rubber suit encased her completely, and the waste around her made her just another piece of refuse in the pile. The humiliation of it, the objectification, the sheer degradation of being treated as literal trash. It all fed into the deepest part of her that craved this treatment.
This is what I am. Just a thing. Just trash. Used up and thrown away.
But even as the thoughts coursed through her, she felt cared for. Safe. The AI was monitoring her vitals, she knew that distantly. The suit was regulating her temperature, managing her waste, keeping her hydrated through the integrated system. She was being used, yes, but she was also being tended to, looked after, kept safe while she explored the very edges of what she could endure.
Hours passed. The pile around her shifted occasionally as drones moved bags. Sometimes she felt the pressure change as bags were removed near her. Sometimes she felt more weight added above her. Each movement sent new sensations through her trapped form, reminding her of where she was, what she'd become.
The mantra continued, a constant background rhythm to her experience.
"You are a rubber drone object." Snap.
"You exist for pleasure." Snap.
"Service is pleasure." Snap.
"Obedience is pleasure." Snap.
"You love being stored away when not in use." Snap.
That last one made her moan, even in her deep state. Stored away. Not even in use. Just a thing packed away with the rest of the trash, waiting to be collected and disposed of.
It was perfect.
Time passed and Alex was lost to the mantra, the sensation, the complete and utter reduction into a trapped thing. She went through various cycles of semi-awake struggling and deep subspace. After what felt like hours, Alex sensed movement and the bags around her shifting.
She felt herself lifted, the entire double-bagged container with her curled inside, lifted by strong drone arms. The movement jostled her, pressed the trash against her in new ways, and she let out a muffled sound into the rubber and plastic that surrounded her.
She was being carried. She could feel the rhythm of footsteps, the sway of being transported. Then she felt herself lifted higher, and placed down gently.
Hands worked at the zip ties at the top of her bag and she felt them pop open, and then the drones pried the top of her bags open. Light filtered down in, and Alex felt two sets of hands slide gently under her armpits and guide her up. She stood there, in the bag, still swaying a bit as she roused. She was held up by the two drones, one tall, one her height. And familiar. And beautiful.
Jane.
Jane. Jane was here, pulling her out of this. Seeing her this way, so lost, so dirty.
Alex felt the heat of embarrassment, of realization of what she was and what she'd been doing.
The two drones guided her gently to an area with a hose and a raised basin, and Alex felt the cool water begin to flow over her from the hose as Jay guided it. Jane got her cleaned off, gently letting the water wash away the grime and wiping each part of her to a clean shine with towels. As they worked, Alex felt her emotions building and as Jane began to clean her hood and her visor, gently stroking the side of her face, the dam broke, and Alex began to cry.
It didn't even take a moment before Jane had her wrapped in a hug, deftly handing Jay the towels and nodding towards the EV.
"Shhh… I know… I know, baby. I know. You did so sooo good. I know." She cooed to her with true pride in her voice. "You're such a good Drone honey. You went so deep. I barely lasted ten minutes my first time. You did so good."
Alex just held her and let the emotions run through her.
"We've got you. We're right here. We're all still right here."
Alex sobbed and held her hard. The words started to work through her mind. She was more than just a thing. They still cared. Jane still cared. She was still safe.
"Come on, drone." Jane said, with a hint of break in her own voice.
"Let's get you home."