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In the distant future, aliens from another dimension arrive on Earth after a government experiment went wrong, tearing a rift in space and allowing the invaders to be let in. The aliens arrived in giant glossy black ships and attacked major cities with precision strikes, easily wiping out any resistance. However, they didn’t use orbital cannons or hi-tech nukes to subdue Earth. Instead, giant sentient blobs of dark goo hit the Earth and captured any living being that touched them. It was as if Earth were so weak that the aliens didn’t give full effort in eradicating its military, but instead wrapped every living being with shiny latex.

With each strike, hundreds and thousands of people were captured by the goo and brought to its impact craters, where nests of captured people were created. The nests had captured prey lining the walls while a central beacon marked the nest’s position for harvest. And so, in only 7 hours, Earth fell to these gooey invaders, turned into drones that served to tirelessly build alien bases around the world as well as fight any remaining resistance. 20 years after the invasion, Earth was turned into a dystopia. Police officers were replaced by shiny drone guards that coldly enforce order, while governments were puppeted to turn the remaining population into submissive workers.

And if you were ever found to rebel against the aliens, the fate of being trapped in a drone suit awaited you, becoming less of a person compared to those who willingly submitted. The only upside to those who willingly submitted was the fact that the drone suits supplied by the aliens to enslave humanity ran on pleasure. So if you were an obedient worker, you could wear the drone suit, turn your brain off, and sink into bliss while your body autonomously worked 9-5, compared to criminals or rebels who would be forced to work until their bodies shut down. Of course, not everyone is enticed by this arrangement, and a group of resistance fighters still stands strong underneath the controlled cities internationally.

“This must be the abandoned base. With any luck, we could salvage the same drone tech they used on us and turn them into combat suits!”

Somewhere east of the world, a short blue wolf named Wereton arrives at the ruins of a once massive city that was besieged by the last remaining military force months after the initial fall of the world. In the attack, an established alien base was brought to ruin on one decisive night. However, the military did not have the time to study or take the alien equipment they had destroyed and captured, as reinforcements swiftly came and eradicated them. But strangely, once the base fell, the aliens never returned to it, nor the city to reclaim it. The only thing they did was set up drones that shot dronalizing goo at trespassers of its perimeter for two decades.

Wereton was made aware of that fact and had successfully snuck in without getting in trouble with real guards or aliens. The drones were also outdated to not alert any outside forces if they were destroyed, so the wolf, equipped with a silenced sniper rifle and a blue IR blocking cape, shot down those that got in his way. And after making it past the searching path of the drones, the only thing that stood between Wereton and a chance for retaliation against the world’s lewd invaders was a thick, rusting metal wall, which he scales with a hook and a length of rope.

“Hngh… Hiya! Whew! Perfect throw! Now, to get up…”

With an incredible toss, Wereton easily set up his rope and began to climb. And while he did, the wolf cautiously looked around them, surveying the crumbling area in case any drones strayed from their path and spotted him. Once at the top, Wereton also gets a nice view of the base, showing burnt alien ships and armored carriers as well as shattered drone visors littering the area. What was interesting was the fact that there were no corpses to be seen despite there being countless bullet casings and artillery blasts scattered about. There was a suspicious amount of rustling from the overgrown vegetation around them, but the wolf just chalked it up to wildlife. Wereton pondered a bit about the use of violence by the aliens and the invasion’s effect on the ecosystem, but eventually pulled up his rope to use it to climb back down.

“Now, the tricky part. I won’t be able to get the hook off once I–”

Creak…

“Uh oh.”

Snap!

“Ahhh!!!”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that exploring a deteriorating base that has gone untouched for years would be dangerous, but Wereton didn’t expect the rusty yet sturdy-looking metal railing his hooked rope was attached to to give way. Perhaps it was his sniper and ragged equipment weighing him down, but they weren’t even half as heavy as he was. However, there was no time to think about that as Wereton began to plummet from the tall wall. The wall’s height was easily deadly for anyone, but the wolf lucked out from the overgrowth that surrounded the place.

“Please don’t break any bones!!!”

As Wereton prayed for survival, he didn't have time to notice that the shrubbery under him was way darker than how the sun would usually cast shadows. There would actually be a pit hidden beneath the bushes, seemingly from a cave-in caused by the battle years ago. So when Wereton finally touched the ground, he instead fell deeper, this time being caught by vines as he did so. Thankfully, the wolf lucked out again and survived the fall, but the same couldn’t be said for his gun. Unholstering a knife, Wereton swiftly frees himself from the vines, his paws landing with a solid thump before he uses a flashlight to find out where he had fallen.

“Damn. The barrel got bent. I need to get this thing fixed, or else it’s going to blow up if I shoot it. Anyway, where am I?”

The hole Wereton fell through seemed to have immediately led to the basements of the base. Just a floor above them, the wolf shone their light on a room that resembled an armory, judging from the rifle-shaped objects in shattered cases that had clearly lost power. And on the current floor, Wereton found himself in a warehouse, giant rusted metallic crates littering the place while a distant drip of water cut through the silence. And since there doesn’t seem to be a feasible way to climb up the way they came without injuring themselves, the wolf began to wander around the warehouse to find anything useful.

The warehouse before Wereton seemed to stretch limitlessly while random debris, rebar, and rats kept him on his toes. It was fortunate that the alien invasion didn’t bring any mutations to Earth, but the wolf had seen cyborg animals used by the puppet government before. Wereton’s exploration through the warehouse would prove quite valuable, as even though he still hasn’t found the drone technology he had been searching for, the few metal crates he found rusted open contained resources like valuable metal and circuitry, which will be useful once seized and processed by his allies.

Aside from large amounts of refined resources, the drone technology was still nowhere in sight. Wereton thought of the possibility that it would be inside one of the many crates in the warehouse, but since it was so important and powerful, it was most likely that it would be located somewhere deeper and secure. And so the wolf continued exploring the warehouse until they finally arrived at something new. It was a giant sealed door that had rusted similarly to everywhere before it. However, the door and doorway were oozing goo from every crack it had, now having solidified to a similar consistency as pitch, solid yet continuing to flow when observed.

“Drone goo… This could be it. I just need to make my way in. My C4 is still undamaged. Alright, let’s get in this thing. Input… 7355608… There!”

Using the C4 Wereton brought specifically to breach through any obstacles he would encounter, he gains access to the sealed room after the explosion goes off. Dust billows out as the blast settles, revealing another large room through the sealed door. But this time, the entire place was covered in black goo that seemed to suck the light that came from Wereton’s flashlight. The wolf proceeded carefully, while making sure there weren’t any drones ready to spring to life from some dormant security system.

“Now what do we have here… It looks like a control panel, and the surrounding area is filled with these small boxes… There are drone visors inside of these!”

Once he entered the room, Wereton was finally able to get a good look at the place. There was a setup of many monitors in the middle of the room, while piles of dusty metal boxes were littered about. They could be opened with a simple button on one of the long sides, revealing a perfectly preserved drone visor. There were also similarly dusty but clear glass tanks of dark fluid, presumably drone goo, as there were some that had shattered and spilled out. But what could have caused the goo to spill in a way that it covered the entire room? That would be what Wereton was wondering, so he stepped forward and tried to get the console in the room’s center working.

“I wonder if aliens have backup generators… Tap, tap, tap… Nothing… Hmm… What if I… Bang! Oh! They do!”

Tapping on the dusty screens didn’t seem to work, so Wereton tried kicking the panels at the bottom to get any reaction from the machine. This somehow works, and the panels and goo-covered purple lights came to life. From the monitors before him, Wereton is presented with lots of outdated information, like a security warning from the day of the base’s instructions, messages to transport captured humans, and so on. The language was indecipherable, but Wereton was able to understand the intent of the messages due to the aliens apparently using arrows, faces, and objects on top of their language as if they had their own emojis.

However, that was the only thing that Wereton was able to see, as when he tried to use a trackpad to view other contents, he needed a password. It was even more unfortunate when Wereton found a file labeled with hypnotic symbols, which would likely have had information about the drone tech he was looking for. But the wolf didn’t give up so easily and began scouring the dim room for anything that could contain a password. Random laser-engraved metal plates, broken hologram glass, and even the boxes of drone visors that he found, Wereton was looking for anything that would resemble a password.

“Ugh… Nothing… Goodness, what are we even dealing with here? Four slots, twenty keys… Twenty to the power of four… Never mind. Maybe this was the wrong room. This place is huge, so there are more places to explore.”

It was true that Wereton hadn’t explored the entire abandoned base, but he was still disappointed to have wasted a C4 on a dud. Trying to guess the password is both impossible and dangerous as well as it could have a security feature that Wereton can’t fight. So for now, the wolf took their leave to try and find the drone tech they were looking for somewhere else.

Step… step… step…

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“W-What?! What was that noise?!

But the moment Wereton stepped out of the room, a strange gibberish phrase rang out repeatedly, the noise being so intense that the wolf had to cover their sensitive ears as they collapsed from disorientation. Since Wereton couldn’t read what else was on the monitor, he didn’t realize that there was something regarding the need to input a password to safely exit the room. It seems that the security of the alien tech was far stricter than your average laptop where not putting a password at all was already a failed attempt.

“Ahhhh!!! It’s so loud!!!”

From the intense blaring noise, Wereton also wouldn’t realize that the goo in the tanks he saw began to seep out as the room’s defense mechanism. At first, it began to repair the cracks and damage the room had sustained through the years, but it would then block off the door. And as it did so, the flowing goo caught Wereton just as he was about to crawl out, yanking the wolf back in and throwing them before the console. But it didn’t bring Wereton before the console to input a password, but instead to be hypnotized. The monitors that once showed information through blue-tinted screens shut off, only to be replaced with purple and white swirls that caught the wolf’s attention.

“No, you won’t! I know your tricks!”

However, this wasn’t the first time Wereton encountered these dangerous patterns and quickly turned his head to avoid them. It was the same swirling patterns he observed from a distance that glowed on the visors of droned humans, which he knew to avoid by any means possible. There were even visors that could hypnotize people without sight, relying on direct interfacing with the brain using thin, invasive goo, but they were only seen in more recent models. This meant that if Wereton could just keep his eyes closed, he could perhaps claw away at the new gooey barrier that trapped him in and escape.

But unfortunately for the wolf, despite successfully avoiding the first defense function directed at them, they would be caught off guard by the second. Because, from the surrounding goo that covered the walls and floor, tentacles shot out and caught Wereton again, this time grabbing the wolf by their clothes and ripping them away. His bare fur was quickly exposed to the cool air and the sticky ground, providing a distracting sensation that made him want to pat off the goo sticking to their knees.

“No, no, no, no! G-Get off me!!!”

Just getting stripped wasn’t the end, as the goo then began to adhere to Wereton, starting from his paws and climbing its way up. The way the goo slipped between the wolf’s paws made their toes clench involuntarily as they desperately tried to kick away the viscous liquid clinging to them. The cool sensation was also strangely arousing alongside Wereton feeling like the skin and fur underneath the goo had become more sensitive, starting a ticklish sensation when he planted his paws to brace for the violation. And as it traveled up from his feet and knees, Wereton found himself feeling unwanted arousal, his short knot peaking out of its sheath as the goo continued to climb.

The poor wolf desperately wanted to prevent their shame from being touched by the goo, but they couldn’t lower their hands as it was held tight by tentacles, and squeezing their thighs made the goo spread further until it inevitably made contact. Once it did, a small jolt of pleasure shot through Wereton, pre beading at the tip as he began to erect completely, the shame of which made him raise one eyelid to see how his violation was going. But seeing himself aroused and covered with the slick goo only furthered Wereton’s arousal.

“Is this how they make drones… No… I-I don’t want to lose my mind… But… This is really hot~…”

Now, finding his predicament arousing might be counterintuitive for a freedom fighter, but Wereton has had some wild daydreams when looking out the boarded window of his hideout and observing the drone guards on the streets. Although the physique of captured humans varied, he found it incredibly arousing to see their shiny latex-covered bodies accentuating their forms while their bodies were only covered with boots, gloves, gas masks, and hypno visors, leaving their waist completely nude to show off a nulge.

And in one particularly hectic scenario, where Wereton was almost caught while he hid in a crate, he heard a persistent buzz coming from the drone guard standing before his hiding spot. Where was the buzzing coming from? They weren’t equipped with electric batons and directly subdued lawbreakers with a spare hypno visor. They weren’t bees either, so the only conclusion Wereton came to was perhaps the buzzing came from their nulges. And if that was the case, it was most likely that the drone guards are pacified or broken through mindless edging.

Surprisingly, pornography remained available in the conquered world, and the aliens realized that hypnosis and droning were not new concepts on Earth, leading them to endorse porn artists of the kinks. The real and fantasy converge, and lots of horny adults even willingly served the new alien overlords to be droned and sink into pleasure. However, despite how tempting it was, Wereton didn’t fall for the lewd propaganda. Although being a real drone sounds incredibly thrilling, you would still be mind-controlled to work and serve, and you’ll have no say on when to stop and rest.

“H-Huh? I feel something cold c-condensing around my cock! N-Ngah! My erection is getting crushed! Wait, wait!!!”

But now Wereton was about to taste that enticing fate he had resisted for so long, the goo creeping up his legs and tail having finally reached his crotch and began to encase it. The encasement began with the wolf’s knot getting completely wrapped before a strong pulling force forced it back in the sheath, making Wereton let out a pained whimper as only the black gooey tip remained. Once Wereton’s cock was pulled back, more goo began to gather on his crotch until it eventually morphed into a shiny black orb with a purple lock pattern.

“Ahh… It’s trapped… I can’t erect… and it’s– nghh!!! It’s vibrating~! ❤️”

When Wereton assumed that the drone guards had vibrating nulges, he expected them to be feeling a weak tingling sensation, just enough to keep them hard and awake. However, once he finally experienced what it truly felt like, he then realized how pleasurably torturous it must have been to be a drone guard. From within Wereton’s sheath, his knot was still covered in goo, making every inch of his meat incredibly sensitive. And as the nulge vibrated, the wolf was stimulated from tip to base, absolutely wrecking their body with pleasure that made them flail uncontrollably.

Wereton could feel semen traveling his urethra from the intense pleasure, spurts of cum staining back at his glans due to the restriction of the nulge. However, no matter how much the wolf tried to create a peeing motion, no orgasm came. Trying to stiffen his cock didn’t work either and only created a temporary dent on the nulge before it was sucked back in. And if things couldn’t get worse, two tentacles emerged under Wereton’s armpits and began pinching and pulling his stiffening cherries. The two points of stimulation finally wrung out a desperate cry from Wereton, tugging at the tentacles with all his might, but to no avail.

“Gouh… I can’t… I can’t open my eyes… or else… or else…”

Of course, the monitors displaying hypnotic lights were still before Wereton, so he still had to keep his eyes closed unless he wanted to fall. But the vibration and pinching were making it incredibly hard for his eyes not to roll back in their sockets. The strength and willpower needed to resist the torturous denial felt harder than balancing with an ab curler on a treadmill while a sofa rested on your back. With that outrageously yet undeniably similar difficulty, tears began to prick out of Wereton’s eyes until he could no longer resist the way the nulge kept him permanently at his peak.

A dry orgasm quickly wracked Wereton’s body, making the wolf shudder in their restraints before their concentration on keeping their eyes closed faltered. The moment both eyes met the hypnotic monitor, Wereton was immediately entranced, his blue eyes swiftly overtaken with a purple glow. The wolf immediately sat limp as the mesmerizing waves of light implanted submissive thoughts into their mind. Whispers to submit and embrace servitude bounced around Wereton’s soon-to-be brainless head, lulling him even deeper in his dronification.

And with Wereton completely subdued, the living goo completed its transformation, climbing further up the wolf’s body until they were wrapped head to toe in the sensitive, tight latex. The latex covered everything but Wereton’s eyes, but it didn’t forget his nose and mouth either. Two hollow tendrils buried deep into the poor wolf’s nostrils, bringing unprecedented discomfort that was only overshadowed when a thick cock gag filled their mouth. It was in the same shape as his own wolf knot, but obviously much thicker, growing and plunging so thick and deep before the round knot at its base locked to Wereton’s mouth.

The feeling of suffocation immediately followed, and Wereton felt like he was about to die before the cock gag made space for him to breathe. Wereton thought he could finally catch a break from the violation until he felt his ass cheeks being parted by the goo covering them. A column of goo quickly filled his crack before hollowing out into a thick dilator, thrusting inside the wolf without mercy. The dilator immediately struck Wereton’s prostate, causing even more torturous pleasure to his trapped cock while the dilator got comfortable, adhering to the wolf’s rectum walls as best as it could.

“Mmphh~... (P-Please… No more, no more!)”

And as if that wasn’t enough, another giant wolf cock materialized to fill Wereton’s stretched asshole. A prominent bulge was quickly formed on the wolf’s abdomen from the intrusion, pounding away at the prostate and making Wereton’s denial feel even more torturous. The cock gag inside Wereton’s mouth would be thrusting in time with the dildo in his ass as well, making the droning process even more humiliating as the wolf could do nothing but choke and ooze precum from their nulge.

“Ouh… (Ahh… I can’t lose my mind now… I need give humanity… a fighting chance…)”

Yet no matter how hard Wereton willed his eyes to close, despite the double penetration he was experiencing from his mouth and ass, his body wouldn’t obey him. And with what he could see in his peripheral vision while he was forced to stare at the hypnotic monitors, a puddle of the sentient goo binding him was reaching over to one of the many boxes containing a preserved hypno visor. This was it. This was the end for the blue wolf who had so bravely sought dangerous technology for freedom, only to be turned into the same weapon that was used to oppress this kind.

Seeing that sleek metal visor being cradled by tendrils was a terrible finality that frightened Wereton to his core. But there was nothing left to do. Can’t move, can’t blink, can’t cum. And so as the visor inched closer to his face, Wereton wondered what would have happened if he had brought more people with him. Would they have been successful in escaping the room? Or would they have lost more men from the trap? Anyway, there wasn’t anything left to do but accept the mask. The last thing the real Wereton was able to do was shed a regretful tear before the visor merged with the goo with an eerie schlk~!

“Mmph… (I’ll be turned into a drone now… I wonder if I’ll continue feeling this pleasure like the porn I’ve seen online…)”

…

…

…

“Mmph? (There’s… nothing?)

But as if fate would have it, Wereton’s dronification didn’t seem to begin. The wolf’s vision was permanently tinted with black thanks to the visor’s translucent screen, but it seemed to have cut off the influence of the hypnotic monitors. Because when Wereton tried to blink, his eyelids actually followed his will. And after being suited with the gooey latex, the tentacles that bound him stilled, allowing him to pull his hands and feet free. His bulge was still being tortured by a constant vibration, but it was nothing compared to the relief of having most of his body functions freed.

“Brr… (I still can’t cum… The buzzing is still there… And I’m filled from both sides… But I am alive… I am me…)”

Although the torturous buzzing of the nulge persisted, Wereton was freed from the hypnosis. It seemed that the visor was specially made to block other sources of hypnosis except for the one provided by the visor. But, of course, the visor on Wereton’s face didn’t seem to be working even though the ones he saw in the boxes were basically untouched. Taking this opportunity, Wereton did his best to stand up, cradling his fat buzzing bulge with one hand and cupping his backside with the other, as it was hard to walk with a fat knot inside him.

“Mmhhh… (Want to… cum… I’m gonna lose my mind… if I can’t ease even a little bit of pleasure…)”

Torturous pleasure still remained even though Wereton was freed from the mind control, making it hard to even shift his legs a little without shuddering from the sensitivity. To try and alleviate it, Wereton slowly brought a latex-covered paw to his buzzing bulge to see if he could bring himself to the peak of an orgasm, only for his fingers to shudder away from near overstimulation. But he didn’t give up and steeled himself to grab the bulge entirely, hoping to push through overstimulation and cum, even if it was a little bit of relief. And so, taking another go at it, Wereton palmed the big nulge and squeezed it.

“Mmmpphh~!!! ❤️ (Ouuhhh~! S-So good~...)

Just one firm grasp had Wereton practically seizing from pleasure as he couldn’t help but arch his back into the pleasure that shot through him which came from his crotch. But despite that intense surge of pleasure, Wereton didn’t get the relief he expected, so he gave it another squeeze. This once again sent another surge of agonizing pleasure through him, which made him arch his back so much he felt like he would snap his back. However, he still didn’t give up and continued squeezing the bulge until the purple lock pattern printed on it began to glow until eventually–

“Mmmh~... ❤️ Mmm… (Ouh~... Oh yeah… That’s good…)”

Somehow, Wereton was able to force an orgasm despite the nulge’s clear influence over his ability to achieve release. Maybe it was the overload of pleasure caused by the wolf’s intense sensitivity that the suit could no longer contain, or perhaps you could theoretically overpower the suit’s release-denying properties if you had the willpower to persevere through the simulation. No matter which it is, Wereton was finally able to achieve a sort of release. It wasn’t a full orgasm but instead a dry one. The intense pleasure from denial subsided for now, with only a few spurts of pre within the nulge being evidence of successful release.

“(I came a little, but I didn’t feel anything come out… I want to really cum so bad, but what should I do know… I’m still trapped in this torturous suit… Maybe I should disable the hypnotic monitors…)”

It was still hard to move about, thanks to being made incredibly sensitive, but Wereton obviously wasn’t going to give up easily and tried to figure out what to do next. First, the hypnotic monitors had to go. Wereton carefully got up to disable the monitors by flinging the sturdy boxes containing the hypnotic visors at them, leaving all but one, which still displayed that failed attempt to access the file with eye-catching emojis. With the threat of being hypnotized again out of the way, Wereton set his sights on removing the suit from him. It was no doubt incredibly pleasurable and would have made a nice toy in his safe house, but he basically couldn’t take a single steady step from the cock inside his ass and the buzzing nulge constantly edging him.

Wereton first tried to rip the latex off with his paws using his sharp claws, but the latex immediately repaired itself, slapping back from the wolf’s stretchy tug before tightening even further. Pulling at the rubbery muzzle that encased his mouth and contained the cock gag was also met with failure, the phallic object simply thrusting back in and making the wolf choke momentarily. So Wereton tried to remove his visor first, now that the hypnotic screens were destroyed, but instead seemingly activated the inert accessory. Instead of being greeted by the sinister purple that put him under its spell, Wereton was instead met with a gentle blue hue. A strange display immediately popped up in the same alien language the wolf couldn’t understand, but at least it wasn’t whispering demands of obedience in their ear.

“Hmm… (What am I looking at… I still have no idea how to– Oh! It’s like virtual reality! I can move the contents of the visor with my hand!)”

It was still hard to maneuver with the constant stimulation, but Wereton began to understand what gesture did what and how he could use this clean, non-hypnotic visor to his advantage. By wildly flicking a paw, Wereton seemed to have arrived at the drone transformation option as he saw different physiques before him. He still had no idea what each language said, but they were once again loosely labeled with recognizable emojis; one was male, one was female, one had a muscle emoji, and one had some sort of four-legged creature.

“(Hold on. I think I recognize the silhouettes presented here. Obviously, the male and female must be for the standard configuration of male and female humans captured and turned into drones, but the muscular and four-legged ones… If I am understanding this correctly, the muscular label must be related to the big drone brutes, while the four-legged ones are those different four-legged drone animals the police sometimes use. Well, I need to get out of here, so I might have to see what the muscular configuration has to offer…)”

Swallowing what saliva he could with the cock in his mouth, Wereton hesitantly tapped the air to select the muscular configuration. Almost immediately, the wolf’s suit began to vibrate before the goo surrounding them shot at them. It was as if the visor was commanding the nearby goo to support the transformation Wereton had selected as the short wolf began to increase in size. Wereton’s body remained normal underneath, but the latex suit’s height and muscle began to grow. The wolf’s body remained plugged from all entrances, but now they were now wearing a sort of latex mech suit.

Thick thighs and muscular biceps rippled with each passing second as Wereton’s new form began to take shape. The wolf was eventually forced into a spreading position due to the sheer size of the drone brute transformation, but Wereton would instead gain remote control of the suit’s limbs. The final noticeable change was the thick cock standing between the wolf’s legs which Wereton also felt as his own despite his real cock still trapped within a vibrating nulge. The wolf’s height was now at a towering 7 feet, yet their real body was encased somewhere in the muscular center. The visor itself has also moved to the position of the fake drone head, yet Wereton was able to see through it despite the differing eye levels.

“Woah! I’m huge! Ah! Is that my voice with this thing? Sounds robotic like a real drone… But… I am still myself!

The sight of the towering drone suit was jaw-dropping for anyone who hadn’t been unfortunate enough to encounter these normally dangerous units. The brute drone suit had the same configuration of thick boots and gloves with no waist covering, but this time with a cock that wasn’t nulled and an aphrodisiac gas mask with a missing tank. And when Wereton cradled his large rubbery meat stick, it felt like absolute heaven. The way the skin peeled back naturally when stroked made Wereton spurt a bit of fluid out, but it clearly wasn’t from him. Rather, it was an imitation of cum, presumably used by actual drone brutes to fuck criminals into submission and wrap them up in one go.

“Wait… Drone visors… without being controlled… This really was what I was looking for! And if all of these boxes contain drone visors that are safe to use, we could liberate

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