The Borg bondage story | drone, bed, pain

Michael had promised Michele that a real surprise would be delivered to her while he was away for his trip overseas. He was in the States for a couple of months promoting his new bondage equipment business.

Michele could not help thinking about that surprise a lot while she went about her business before relaxing in front of the TV and retiring for the night. I wonder what it is, was her last conscious thought before sleep overwhelmed her.

Michele awoke the next morning to a strange strangling sensation around her body and in particular, her neck. She looked around with astonishment and shock. All of her normal sleeping restraints were gone! She was lying on top of her bed dressed in a grey costume, looking for all the world like one of those Borgs from Star Trek!

A note was pinned to the bed head. It read:

Michael thought you might like to try out one of his new inventions. You are wearing the "Borg" bondage costume. It has a very interesting design. Please read the following instructions very carefully.

The BORG is an electronic bondage suit. It has an independent wearable computer that communicates with the Main Collective (it is a very intelligent and fast super computer) constantly. Yoiur suit can operate on its own for short periods in the event of lost communication.

Any attempt to remove the suit or disobey the commands of the collective triggers a very painful set of electric shocks to the breasts, vagina lips, inner thighs and upper arms. The shocks are carefully designed and placed to effectively cripple the wearer with pain; thereby making movement impossible.

The suit has a speech circuit that will communicate via the earpiece mounted in the head circuit. The suit also has built in microphones and a camera that allows the Collective to see and hear everything the drone does. Its Heads Up or HUD display will display images straight onto your retina.

Repeat - do not attempt to remove the suit or interfere with any of the associated circuitry!

The suit has GPS positioning and additional secret fibre optic sensors in the suit that allows the Collective to determine such things as:

1. Is the drone standing, sitting or lying down?

2. What room is the drone in?

3. Which limbs are being moved and what position are they in?

4. Is the drone speaking?

5. What is the drone's heart and respiration rate?

6. Is the drone eating?

Welcome to the Collective! You have now been ASSIMILATED!

After reading the note, Michele incredulously stood up and started to admire herself in the mirror.

"1006, you have not been given permission to stand. Return to your bed till instructed otherwise," a disembodied but clear voice commanded and a small electric shock passed briefly through her thighs.

Michele jumped quickly back into her bed and lay still.

Suddenly, her suit spoke again. "1006, you have been placed on a training program. This means that you will be given instructions to perform. Each instruction will be signalled first via a voice command and then by a small electric tingle in the limb you are to move or a series of pulses that indicate the action to be taken."

"For example, this series indicates walk straight ahead till it stops." Michele felt a tingle running up and down both thighs alternatively. It was a very sensual feeling and it turned her on.

"1006, you have not been given permission to experience reproductive desires. Cease immediately!" Michele gasped as a painful stab of current passed through her very slightly damp pussy.

"The suit was that sensitive - My God!" she thought frantically thinking of calm images to remove any sexual content from her mind.

"1006, we will now commence your training routine. Stand up." Michele felt a tingle in her buttocks. She stood up, but already knew better than to move any further.

Over the next few hours, the suit had her learn the commands for walking, raising and lowering her arms, turning her head to the left and then the right, bending her head forwards and back and so on.

At a couple of points, the Main Collective allowed her to go and eat and toilet. Michele was allowed a scant 10 minutes to herself every 4 hours over a ten hour day and even then, it monitored and commented on her behaviour.

"We are accessing your requirements for energy and waste disposal. Eventually we will assimilate these requirements as well into the collective knowledge," it told her.

By the end of that long first day of obedience and submission, Michele felt totally overloaded and when the Collective allowed her to rest, she collapsed onto the bed in relief. The voice, that up to now had been flat and emotionless sounding, rang in her ear yet again.

"1006, you have performed well and deserve a reward. The collective will now reward you." The voice suddenly sounded very warm and friendly.

Suddenly, Michele heard beautiful music of exactly the kind she liked playing out of her earpiece. It did not occur to her to wonder how it knew her musical tastes. The suit's HUD display showed images of Michael and other scenes designed for her to enjoy. Then her suit started to feed small pulses of electricity into her body. It felt like a pair of loving hands running up and down her body and they were caressing her all over. A further strangely indefinable sensation between her legs was slowly igniting an organism of huge potential.

Michele (or 1006 as she now felt) was in heaven. This was better than ANYTHING, except real sex, than she had every experienced. This made up for the total assimilation which she had been subjected to and her sudden loss of personal freedom. The Collective had suddenly become loving, caring and it was a completely enjoyable feeling. She fell willingly into the sensation of being caressed and coddled like this.

She was very, very, very aware that she was being conditioned with the oldest trick in the book. Pleasure and pain were being used to ensure that she conformed to the Collective's will. Michele was well on her way to becoming a drone and moreover, she knew that she was starting to enjoy it.

The next morning, Michele awoke to the gentle sound of music in her ear. "1006, it is time time to start work," said the Collective.

A gentle tingle in her bum told Michele to stand up and almost before she knew it, she found herself walking in time to the tingle in her thighs that indicated: Walk! The Collective guided her to the kitchen and passed instructions for her to make breakfast. Again, without thinking, Michele obeyed these new commands and found herself sitting down eating without having passed a single conscious thought.

So this is assimilation, she thought, I can live with this.

The Collective continued Michele's Training throughout the week. She was surprised that she found herself being punished less and less while the week wore on. By now, she had learned hundreds of commands. When the Collective would allow self-thought. When it required obedience. And when the Collective required obedience, boy it required obedience, absolute and totally!

One day, during a very frustrating set of exercises which had Michele holding limbs at weird angles for uncomfortably long periods of time, she had lost her cool and attempted to storm out of the room.

The Collective, communicating via the Michele's suit had reduced her to a screaming mess on the floor. Waves of pain passed throughout Michele's entire body leaving her hysterically begging for mercy and still the pain continued. Later, after Michele had been reduced to tears, the Collective had comforted her before gently reminding her that obedience was not an option, it was a necessity.

Weeks later

One day, Michele was instructed to go to the front door and open it. Much to her surprise, a car had just pulled up and discharged four more drones before driving away. She watched while they walked in through the door as if they themselves lived here. There were two male and 2 female drones.

"501, 618, 910, 56", they introduced themselves as they walked in. Michele was instructed to follow them as they walked straight into the lounge as though they had been there a million times before.

Suddenly, Michele realised that the Collective would have thoroughly briefed them on the layout of her home before they ever arrived. She knew that her guests were also receiving a map of her house on their HUD displays. It was only then that she realised the power of the Collective was immense. Omnipotent. Omniscient.

"1006, you may socialise and learn from the other drones," said the Collective in her ear.

"Hello 1006, I am 56," said one of the women. "I was one of the very first to become a drone. I have been one for 6 months now and I am here to tell you that the pleasures far outweigh the pain."

No. 56 blandly continued, "Once you learn to conform to the Collective, it gradually gives you more and more freedom. Sometimes you even get to take off the suit, but you can't wait to get it back on."

"Have you never felt lonely or out of place sometimes? Have you not ever been sure of what to do? What if I become lost and I don't know where to go?" Michele curiously asked.

"The Collective takes all of that away. When you are lonely, it keeps you company. When you are lost, it will show you a map and tell you where to go. When you need advice, it will give it or connect you electronically to one of us who can give you expert advice."

"For example, simply ask the Collective to link you to me by saying my number. I will leave the room for a minute, " 56 said before abruptly turning and leaving.

Michele said, "Link 56." Suddenly, her HUD display showed her exactly what 56 was seeing. Michele could also hear everything 56 heard and said and she knew 56 was linked in the same way to her.

"This is incredible!" said Michele with a gasp.

"Like it?" said 56

"Yes, but does it have an off switch? I mean, what about privacy?" Michele replied.

"We are The Collective. We are one. Why would we need privacy from ourselves?" 56 replied calmly. "Same as I can say, '1006 lock on.' Because I am also senior to you by right of number, you must obey my commands and mirror my actions."

She then made Michele stand on one leg and rub her crotch with one hand and massage her breast with the other hand as an example of her total control over her. Michele half-heartedly attempted to disobey to see what would happen if she did not comply. The answer was quick coming. Michele was zapped mildly in both thighs as a punishment so she quickly recommenced enthusiastically rubbing herself.

"Lock off, break link" said 56 as she walked back into the room.

At this point 501 spoke up. "Michael has used the Borg suit to recruit a willing, but compliant workforce. You will report to his factory tomorrow at 8am for duty. Our task is to make more of the Borg suits to Assimilate more people. Through these suits, we will convert the world to bondage!"

Michele had to agree that this was a very worthy challenge and that the Borg suit represented the ultimate form of bondage available on Planet Earth. It was loving, caring and total - mentally as well as physically.

Over the next few months, Michele helped make thousands more identical grey Collective drone suits. Over time, she learned that hundreds more temporary Borg factories had opened and they were all busy making the Borg suits. Every day, while Michele walked to work she saw more and more drones apprearing on the streets around her. Initially, Michele asked the Collective who each one was before giving up with the sheer weight of numbers appearing every day.

People's Drone numbers were already blurring into multiple digits. Names had long since been replaced by their personal ID number followed by the batch from which their suits were made. Her best friend was Assimilated and became 10007 of 10000. Slowly but surely, the globe was being converted to bondage and Michele was very proud to be the partner of her Borg bondage suit inventor husband or the "Creator" as he was now called.

Meanwhile, Michael was kept busy flying all around the world, opening new factories and checking on installations of the massive computers that now powered the Collective.

One day Michael abruptly walked into the room where Michele was being put through her paces and said, "1006, I have done it at last! The last person was Assimilated today. The world is now 100% Borg controlled. No longer will we experience poverty, loneliness, unemployment, wars, crime or terrorism. Instead we are now unified in bondage across the world!"

Michele looked at him in pride and started to...

A sudden monstrously loud explosion woke Michele from her sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at the TV just in time to see the Borg ship being destroyed by the Starship Enterprise.

"And it was such a nice dream too," she sadly said.