Drones did not need sleep, but, when not in use, were often allowed to rest or kept in some sort of ornamental position. Trish, the Earthling droned to assist Princess Cordelia on Earth, currently stood at attention on a small pedestal in her tiny living quarters. The blond’s head tilted slightly to the right, mouth briefly open, eyes lost in the blankness of her mind. Each evening, if not in use, it was her conditioned duty to return to her quarters and wait, frozen in place, for her next instruction.
This was how Princess Isabella wanted all drones. They were ornaments, property, to be displayed. While, of course, they should be cared for, a drone also should be presented and kept as the property they were. As teenagers, Cordelia had been a bit more liberal about this, believing drones could, and should, be kept more humanely. She had always, and still, acquiesced to her lover’s wishes; besides, there would be plenty of nights where Trish could be in bed, in their arms.
At sunrise the next morning, the song inside the blond drone’s mind woke her. Blinking a few times, Trish closed her blue eyes momentarily as a new command was transferred into her mind. She was to serve this morning in the Princesses’ dwelling as their maid. Stepping off of the pedestal, the naked drone walked across the small room and opened her closet. Since drones were primarily kept naked, only a few fetish outfits and pairs of short shorts and t-shirts sat folded on the floor in small crates for each.
Above them hung a row of black collars. She took off the previous days’ collar and snapped on a new one. A letter and number designation which meant nothing to Trish hung from the collar. Placing the first collar in a laundry shoot, Trish watched in amazement as it dematerialized in front of her. To perform her duties, the blond drone did not need clothing. A sense of prudish Earth modesty had been brainwashed out of her long ago.
Hips swaying, she turned and left her room and entered the hallway. The siren song in her mind whispered that she was needed by her Masters. The drone stationed at their door allowed her to pass, quiet eyes admiring the Earthling’s firm and tone body. Inside, distantly, Trish could hear the sounds of Isabella and Cordelia making love. A few minutes of search brought her to their bathroom, where the future Queens were, soaking wet, making love.
“Oh, neat, Trish came when I ‘called’ for her. I forgot how cool that is.” Cordelia exclaimed as she sat down on the back edge of the shower, rubbing her lover’s tanned shoulders.
Isabella grinned and turned, kneeling, to face her lover. “Speaking of coming...” The assertive brunette leaned forward and went down on Cordelia, pushing further in as Cordelia lay back against the wall.
Not sure how to proceed, Trish snapped to attention and waited for instruction while her Masters made love. She passively waited, each and every moan, noise, and movement of them making love to her libido. Properly trained, the blond would wait until they were done. Her pleasure was in service to her Princess.
Cordelia watched Trish waiting as Isabella pleasured her. All the times they could have fucked, hell, could have dated; really, so many opportunities wasted. It would be a nice gesture to have her cheerleading squad brainwashed to be the castle staff. Really, a good thing to do for the drone. Letting out a moan, she imagined the blond drone on her knees, French nails gliding across her thighs, head buried in her pussy. Her focus returned to Isabella as she guided the girl’s head between her legs, screaming as she came moments later.
After observing her lover’s recovery from the floor, Isabella noticed the presence of their Terran drone. The girl had fantastic breasts, nipples rock hard, and was obviously turned on. She stood up, took Cordelia by the hand, and led her to a long table. Sitting down on it, legs hanging over the front, the naked Princess motioned for Trish to stand before them. “Drone, come here.” Cordelia looked over slightly, a little unnerved by the inhumanity of the command.
Trish came to stand before them. Sweat glistened her toned body. Noticing the look Cordelia had given her, Isabella softened her instructions. “Drone, um, Trish, Cordelia looks like she could use a back rub. Why don’t you give her one.” Cordelia looked between her lover and her drone and bit down on her bottom lip.
Moments later, Trish rapidly moved to obey her owner’s command. Grinding up against the back of Cordelia, the blond drone rubbed her shoulders and sensually stroked her back and hair. Large breasts bounced against the Princess’ back as her manicured nails drifted across the neck of her superior. Trish was severely turned on by all of this, but knew she could not touch herself unless specifically commanded by a superior. The desire for release burned inside her, but an even strong desire to please and obey burned brighter.
Eventually, Cordelia commanded the drone to perform the same duties for her lover. Sitting next to each other, as Trish kneaded Isabella’s shoulders, the lovers kissed and explored each other’s very naked bodies. Isabella came, due to the drone’s mechanisms and her lover’s very familiar fingers.
Afterward, Trish mindlessly cooked breakfast for the Princesses and performed other chores as commanded. Hips swaying, she walked to the bathroom and knelt down, ass sticking up, to clean the toilet and under covering of the sink. As she performed these obedient tasks, Cordelia and Isabella prepared for the day. Cordelia would meet her citizens for the first time in a few hours. Well, many, she presumed, she had known before, but that was a long time ago. She would be reintroduced and then there would be a meeting with the kingdom elders to hear her preliminary report on the women and girls of Earth.
Before leaving, Cordelia and Isabella stood before the mirror. Cordelia had begun to attain the slight, sun kissed, tan which most citizens of the kingdom wore. Her green eyes were brought out by the darker complexion. Perky breasts, which she had hid while on Earth, stood out impressively in their medium size. Isabella had always been more busty, but, really, breasts were breasts.
Isabella leaned over, kneaded a nipple, and bit down gently on her lover’s ear. “You look incredible, Cordi.” They kissed and then held each other tight. Holding hands, they began to leave the room, but Isabella stopped. “So, we will meet with the people, and then the elders. All goes right, the process will begin for Us to become Queen of the kingdom. Of course, then we will need to meet with Chosens and Queens of various planets in the Empire...”
Cordelia stopped her lover’s adorable, hyper, ramblings, with a kiss on the mouth. “One thing at a time.” Isabella nodded in agreement.
At the door, Cordelia paused and looked back into the living room. Furrowing her brow, she looked away in thought for a moment before turning back to Isabella, raising one finger, and walking back into the bathroom where she found Trish scrubbing the floor. The drone looked incredibly erotic, dripping in sweat, as she ground a sponge against the floor trying to clean a spot.
Getting her attention, Cordelia watched Trish stand up, soap flying all over, and snap to attention. Her Mistress stood in front of her and ran a hand over the drone’s face. The drone’s eyes followed her Owner’s hand, a deep intensity and excitement at the touch. Gently, Cordelia kissed her on the mouth. “Cum.” she commanded, remembering her favorite way to reward a well behaved drone from her youth.
Trish’s eyes widened for a split second before she withered in place, moaning and then screaming loudly. Cordelia watched for a moment before spinning on her heels and leaving the room. Joining Isabella at the door, they left together and headed to the meeting with the Kingdom’s Elders.
Meeting with the Elders of the Kingdom, Cordelia gave her mostly negative report on Earth’s women and girls. She gave examples, offered empirical data, and argued for the duel fault of the planet’s male population for polluting the planet’s mentality since the beginnings of their civilization. Video testimony over the past four years from Trish, obviously very entranced at the time, was also played. Her acknowledgment of the toxicity and pressures that patriarchy put on the drone seemed to deeply move some of the Elders.
Finally, the Elders retired to discuss the matter at hand. Returning, their finest Elder, Clytemnestra, was the first to speak. Two of her private drones, conditioned hundreds of years ago to be trusted advisors, stood behind her. “Dearest Cordelia, let me first say, on the behalf of all Elders, how wonderful it is to have one of our future Queens back in the kingdom. Your return gives us great pleasure.” Other Elders, Athena, the original Cyber Queen, Cassandra, Romana, and Rosalind nodded their approval. Cordelia grinned at the Elders, especially Athena, who she had been very close to in the past.
Remembering the formalities of this situation, Cordelia spoke next. “I am blessed to be in the presence of our great Elders.” She paused for a moment as her mother, the Queen, entered the room and sat in the gallery. “When Isabella and I are Queen, your guidance, knowledge, and love will be our most powerful ally.” She stepped out from the table she stood behind and walked forward. After a moment, Isabella joined her. “I must ask then, what is the advice Our Elders give Us? My mother,” her arm extended back towards where her adopted mother sat, “has given us her reign in regards to the fate of planet Earth.”
This time, it was Athena who spoke. Motioning to the drone who had accompanied her to this meeting, she waited until an image was on the screen before them. Before them was a few charts and a few lists of notes. “Our decision is to begin taking slaves from Earth. Clearly,” she smiled at the busty drone with Cordelia and Isabella, who was so deeply entranced she did not notice, “the process works on humans. We will take small groups of women of all ages. Some will be brought into the Empire’s various Kingdoms as drones or conditioned allies. Others, however, shall remain on Earth as sleepers, ready to strike when triggered.”
Athena’s drone changed the image to pictures of 13 women. “These 13 women of varying economic, social, and leadership position have already been brought under control.” She grinned at Cordelia. “A few you may recognize.” Cordelia nodded. “All 13 are in positions that enable them to condition other drones and begin removing the male leadership from Earth. While Earth is not yet ready for entrance into the Empire, it is been deemed useful for further empirical data to be gathered. In some years hence, the daughter of Cordelia and Isabella will be the Chosen for Earth.”
A moment passed as a new woman came into the room. Cordelia’s eyes widened as she recognized Nyssa, who, according to the headband she wore, now held the rank of Commander. The redhead, a bit older than them, had been a rising star of the Kingdom’s military ranks. Athena continued to speak once the red haired Commander was seated. “Commander Nyssa will return to Earth and find a few girls to condition. They will be the beginnings of a phalanx of Earth women deemed worthy of serving the Empire.”
Nyssa nodded to Athena and to Clytemnestra, who had been very close to her when she was younger, and moved to stand before Cordelia and Isabella. “I promise to serve the Queens with my life.” She embraced both young women. “I should get going and embark on my journey.” She pointed down at her travel bracelet. “I have programmed conventional Earth garments into my bracelet so I can blend in with them. I can’t wait to read your reports.” She grinned at Cordelia before pressing a button on the bracelet. With a flash of light, she vanished.
With Nyssa leaving, Athena called an end to the meeting and many of the Elders left with their drones announcing to them their next meeting or task for the day. The matron elder, the original Cyber Queen, waited behind to speak with Cordelia and Isabella again. After they spoke, Isabella grabbed Cordelia’ hand and led her out of the room. While Nyssa continued to implement their plans for Earth, they had a wedding to plan!
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