Directrix Phantom strut her way through the long, winding halls of MirageCorp after a long and tiring day.
It started with a meeting with the particularly annoying CFO. The Directrix was prattled nonstop about the exorbitant costs accrued over the past fiscal year. The nano-latex ‘accidental’ spill and subsequent cleanup had been devastating to the liquid capital of the corporation. Phantom smirked and turned away, facing the back wall. She thought back fondly on that week. Nothing but black, inky blindness, complete sensory deprivation and escalating waves of unending pleasure. “This is serious!” shrieked the CFO. “You shouldn’t be smiling, you should be devastated!” Phantom whirled, her face the color of stone-cold marble, and eyes narrowed in fury. The CFO shrank down, realizing her mistake too late. One never raised their voice to the Directrix.
Phantom walked out moments later. The sweet mewls of a trussed-up and heavily gagged employee emanating from the darkened conference room behind her.

Next she found herself in need of some stress relief. Phantom took the elevator down, down, down into the depths of the deep vault. She perused the lids overhanging the various oubliettes. Each labeled with a number alongside a digital screen showing a digital portrait of the captives. Each confined in a high-pressure column of rubber, every orifice filled with plugs, gags, and vibrators. Phantom pulled out a portable tablet that synchronized to the mainframe. She tapped thoughtfully and could feel the chorus of pleasure around her. Unyielding rubber handled the strains and struggles of endless torment; each prisoner being teased and edged to their limits. A deep sense of satisfaction and contentment filled the Directrix and she began the trek back to her office.
As she passed the drone conveyor belt she paused. Something felt... off. The continued whirs and clicks of the machines converting assets were normally music to her ears. However, with her enhanced perceptions, she realized that the pitter-patter of latex-clad drones was wrong. Normally, everything was a glorious symphony. Now, it was as though some were missing, some echoes off-key. Normally, the flawless endeavors and tasks performed by faceless, shiny drones were orchestral; now the ensemble of obedience were missing two voices. She had to correct this error. She had to capture two more. Rather than just encasing a couple of more ‘willing’ employees, Phantom felt like she had to indulge herself with a more personal touch.

Phantom couldn’t help but smile. She’d had her eye on this pair for a while, what with their flaunting of latex, bondage, hypnosis and more. Their capture, transport, and installation in her private dronification chambers had been smooth and problem-free, almost as though the couple wanted it. “Now you will make a wonderful pair of assets,” she quipped, “I have so many ideas to try out. But that comes after your rehabilitation.”

The couple found themselves strapped and donning a pair of tight rubber suits; straps and shackles holding them strictly in place awaiting the final step. As the drone helmets lowered down from above, Phantom couldn’t help but laugh. “Hohohohoho,” she mused. ”This is my favorite part.” As the masked hissed into place, the hypnotic audio and spirals within the drone helmets sprang to life. The couple found themselves bombarded with messages...

Phantom reminisced on her latest acquisitions. She had originally planned to place them amongst the other drones, but she soon realized it was just more fun to personally torment and tease the Couple-Drones. Each day a new experiment. Sealing one away in a sheet of black, flawless latex while groping the other. Having them serve as a pair of immovable, sealed statues to adorn her office. Forcing them to compete against each other as pleasure drones; with the winner graced to kneel by her side, and the loser as her footrest. Sooner or later, she’d grow tired of these new assets and they would be sent amongst all the rest, just another pair of drones in the ubiquitous collective. All hers.