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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…

  ML KZHHDLIW RMHVIGVW

  ILLN OLXPWLDM RMRGRZGV

  “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 cities and perhaps find more safe visors!”

  The sudden realization of his discovery made getting stuffed like a turkey worth it as Wereton gave a celebratory stroke. The allure of masturbating with the thick rubber cock he was now endowed with was strong, but Wereton knew not to get too overzealous when using alien technology. So instead of masturbating and potentially losing himself to pleasure, Wereton prioritized leaving to inform the resistance about his find. And with his new muscular drone suit, Wereton easily punches through the solidified goo that had blocked the entrance prior. With just one punch, the blockage crumbled, allowing the wolf to leave and send the good news back home.

  “Gah! A brute drone!”

  “Huh?! K-Kitt? What are you doing here?!”

  “Y-You know my name?!”

  “No, I’m not a drone! It’s me, Wereton! I-It’s me… Wereton… (Wait, what’s happening? T-The visor has Kitt in some sort of targeting frame?!)”

  “Huh?! Wereton got captured and turned into a drone?! No!!!”

  The moment the dust settled from punching the blockage, Wereton was surprised to hear a startled yet familiar voice coming from a thud in front of him. It was Kitt, a gray tabby cat, fellow resistance fighter, and Wereton’s good friend. Without telling anyone, Kitt had followed Wereton and was actually the source of the rustling the wolf had noticed earlier. He was worried about the wolf due to their dangerous solo mission. So if Kitt had arrived earlier, his help would have been needed, but Wereton was lucky to pull through alone. But now the cat was petrified after seeing the tall brute drone with a bobbing cock before them that called itself their good friend.

  “Whoever is the poor soul that is used as the host of that drone suit, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take you down!”

  “... (I lost control! I can’t speak! And the visor! I-It’s–)”

  “Prepare to die–”

  “NON-DRONE, UNIDENTIFIED INDIVIDUAL DETECTED. COMMENCING INTRUDER CONVERSION. (Mmph~! ❤️I didn’t say that! The pleasure… the hypnosis is… they’re coming back again!!!)”

  “I-Intruder conversion?!”

  Before Kitt could make any dumb decisions with the shotgun in his hands, Wereton’s body once again moved without his command. The drone suit didn’t seem to be entirely risk-free as Wereton started losing control once Kitt was in his sights. The visor began to swirl with hypnotic spirals like the monitor that petrified the wolf, but the color remained blue. But still had the same effect, immediately entrancing Wereton and bringing back the intense pleasure the initial transformation of the drone suit had blocked out. And instead of hearing alluring words to submit, Wereton’s mind was filled with orders to capture Kitt and turn him into a drone.

  “Ahh!!! Let go of me!!!”

  “UNIDENTIFIED FELINE. DO NOT RESIST. (Oh god… oh god, oh god, oh god… The cocks in my ass and mouth are thrusting again… B-But now I can– BREED~ ❤️)”

  The offensive immediately began with Wereton’s huge drone paw snatching Kitt’s gun and bending it in half before pinning the cat and flipping them to their stomach. Still unable to control the drone suit he was trapped in, Wereton saw himself aligning the huge rubber cock he was connected to and prodding it against Kitt’s backside. That would quickly change when the drone suit ripped off Kitt’s clothes, revealing his fluffy ass and frightened tail. The cat’s ass cheeks were swiftly parted to reveal that hesitant pink pucker, which the drone suit gave an experimental lick before plunging its dripping gooey tongue deep inside.

  “Ouh~! You perverted drone… Ah, ah, ah, ah~! ❤️”

  “DO NOT RESIST. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH A LOWER DRONE DESIGNATION.”

  “I’m not giving up! Ah! Take this!”

  Kitt wouldn’t give up so easily and kicked the drone suit square in the chin as he struggled. However, being literally made of sentient goo, the cat’s kick did absolutely nothing as the drone was basically immune to physical damage. If Kitt didn’t retaliate, he probably would have been turned into a normal drone. But since he did so, the drone had other ideas. And to punish the cat for resisting, the thick black rubber cock penetrated Kitt in one go, no lube, no easing it in, and definitely no mercy. An immediate dent appeared on the poor cat’s abdomen just like what happened to Wereton when he was initially transformed.

  A punishing pace soon followed, accompanied by the lewd slap of balls to ass along with soft whimpers and electronic growls. Kitt’s prostate had no chance against the thick length fucking his brains out and the mechanical and impersonal breeding he was getting. On the other hand, Wereton had completely fallen under the influence of the drone suit. He was cross-eyed and bound within the torso while his nulled cock continued to pulse and ooze pre. His original body wasn’t the focus anymore. It was the hunk of rubber with the giant cock that he found himself being the passenger of and forced to turn his friend into a cock sleeve.

  The position of the two eventually switched when the drone paused before lifting the cat up by the thighs. Kitt immediately braced himself to not fall off, wrapping his hands around the drone’s muscular neck before the full nelson fucking followed. The thrusts and wet slaps were even more erratic with this new position as Wereton went to town on the poor cat. Of course, it wasn’t Wereton actually fucking Kitt and instead the autonomous drone suit “defending” the room. It wouldn’t take long for the cat to break thanks to the girthy meat turning them inside out, as a lewd cry followed when the drone orgasmed in sync with Kitt. Arcs of white seed spurted out from Kitt’s cock while the rubber one inside him made sure to coat his rectum and guts in all the right places.

  And despite the drone suit reaching orgasm, Wereton continued to be denied release, instead wriggling desperately when the drone came and his mind and body were tortured with the pleasure. The drone suit eventually dropped Kitt after starting the coating process that began from the goo dripping out of his ass and filling it so much that his belly distended like a water balloon. Kitt thought his violation was over and tried to crawl away, only to get grabbed by the waist and forced to face the drone suit as a visor was slapped over his eyes. Kitt tried to push the drone’s muscular hand at first, but he was swiftly overpowered and could only wait in the drone’s grip as the visor on his face activated, and his softening erection was encased in a nulge.

  “No… Have to… close my eyes…”

  “ACCEPT YOUR NEW ROLE AS DRONE-1223 TYPE: TOY”

  Similar to what Wereton had done to resist the hypnotic screens earlier, Kitt quickly closed his eyes before the visor on his face completely activated. He has already been wrapped head to toe in sensitive latex, but he still has control over his eye, allowing him to resist the hypnosis. But there was really nothing else Kitt could do than to stall. His mouth was quickly parted by the goo and filled with a cock gag, while the goo the drone filled him with adhered to his rectum to also become a dilator. Kitt’s transformation is also happening whether he was hypnotized or not, as the screen on his visor opened the same transformation options that Wereton accessed, but was instead remote-controlled by the autonomous drone suit.

  It quickly flipped through the options until it reached the four-legged configuration. However, it didn’t pick an animal-like drone transformation but instead a bitch suit one. After the specific variant was selected, Kitt suddenly found his arms and legs forcefully folded to themselves before thick black straps tied them together. It doesn’t even matter anymore if Kitt was hypnotized or not. His body was now that of a toy, and the drone suit was sure to discipline the cat after their initial resistance.

  “COMMENCING DISCIPLINARY ACTION ON DRONE-1223”

  “Mmmhh… (This is torture… I can’t open my eyes… But it’s just… so… Nghhh~!!! ❤️)”

  Kitt’s humiliation via the bitch suit transformation wouldn’t be the end, as he suddenly felt his face become heavier. It would be the creation of a gas mask as tubes forced their way into the cat’s nostrils, like what had happened to Wereton. But this time, there was something new to breathe. In one of the corners of the room that Wereton didn’t notice, as it was covered with a mixture of goo and debris, was a stash of aphrodisiac gas tanks that were similarly protected by metal boxes like the visors he found earlier. The drone suit had grabbed one big tank for itself, which it had already attached to its back, and a small tank for Kitt, which it began to connect and strap to the cat’s back.

  With Wereton breathing in the aphrodisiac gas, his squirming died down to just an involuntary twitch of constant edging, which in turn increased his already mind-numbing sensitivity. And once Kitt began forcefully breathing the aphrodisiac gas, his eyes widened before his cock shot up, trying to escape the nulge it was trapped in before the goo thickened and kept it still. His sensitivity was also heightened, the intensity of which was about to be tested when the drone suit mounted the cat from behind. The size difference now that Kitt’s limbs were bound was staggering, but it was nothing compared to the ferocity of the drone suit now that it was connected to an aphrodisiac gas tank.

  The drone suit’s humps had it jackhammering into Kitt, who could only cry from overstimulation while still trying to keep his eyes closed. Once again, hypnotized or not, it didn’t matter. In fact, it was probably more entertaining for the drone to hear Kitt whimpering on the verge of tears instead of sluttily begging for more like most other willing drone hosts. The breaking of that individual's will was the primary directive of the drone suit if it encountered a rebellious threat. And as goo spurted from all the wet slaps followed by dry orgasms that came and went, Wereton and Kitt were locked in a loop of endless breeding. Kitt eventually gave up and allowed himself to be taken by the hypnotic visor, but the ass fucking never ended.

  “DRONE-1223 HAS BEEN SUBDUED. HOWEVER, DRONE-1978 REMAINS IN HEAT. DISCIPLINARY SESSION EXTENDED.”

  Despite already being so thoroughly broken into that Kitt’s ass could only pucker weakly when the drone suit pulled out, his punishment was only about to get worse. He’d then be grabbed by the waist before being pressed against the drone suit’s muscular body and tied to it using gooey straps that materialized around them. After he was tied to this belly-riding position, Kitt’s ass was dropped on the drone’s cock with no finesse, causing his bulge to jump momentarily from the sudden torturous stretch. The rough pace of the drone suit returned, but this time with Kitt getting fucked hands free. And with the drone’s free hands, it squeezed Kitt’s nulge with every bounce with its left hand and played with the cat’s mouth with the right.

  It was no longer about “discipline” but enjoyment as the drone purposefully pulled out the cock gag in Kitt’s mouth and replaced it with two digits to make the cat suck and drool unconsciously. The two fingers felt Kitt’s mouth all over. His teeth, his tongue, and even his throat, which almost caused him to vomit. But before he actually did so, the drone suit shoved the cock gag back in before tasting the cat’s saliva. It was the pinnacle of degradation, only overshadowed by cock or paw worship. Of course, that wouldn’t be possible right now, but Kitt’s ass was surely giving the drone’s rubbery length a nice treatment.

  Hours went by, yet the wet slaps and squeaks of rubber crashing and grinding against each other never ceased. A large patch of splattered goo had already formed beneath Kitt and Wereton from their continuous copulation, acting as a shiny rug for the two as the cat’s disciplinary action continued unrestrained. And remember, no release could ever come to the two, only a continuous leak of precum that, after hours, caused their bulges to inflate lewdly. And to grasp how intense the breeding was, not even the noisy chirp of cicadas and crickets could beat the noise of the two going at it until morning.

  “12-HOUR DISCIPLINARY SESSION CONCLUDED. PROCEEDING WITH STANDARD PROTECTION ROUTINE. NO DESIGNATED PATROL ROUTE FOR DRONE-1978 AND 1223. PROCEEDING WITH WANDERING PATROL SUBROUTINE.”

  If Kitt could still think after being fucked raw all night, he probably would have complained about the soreness of his bound and used body. But he and Wereton were forever under the influence of the blue visors. It was clearly different from the purple hypnosis that almost controlled Wereton, but there really wasn’t a difference for the two. They still both lost themselves; whatever is left of their mind is probably wishing to be saved. And just as the drone brute suit picked up their new partner to guard the area, several purple lights shone over them.

  “UNIDENTIFIED MACHINERY DETECTED. PREPARING DEFENSE PROTOCOL”

  The purple lights would none other be from the outdated drones that were forced to guard the perimeter of the abandoned base of all eternity, finally having pathfinded to the lower floors. These drones resembled a giant floating eyeball with metallic tentacles that acted as antennas and tools of restraint. And the moment these drones spotted the droned wolf and cat, their eyes changed to the all too familiar swirling purple color to subdue the two. However, the purple hypnosis had no effect at all. It was the same thing that happened to Wereton initially, protecting the two from the greater evil in this case.

  “ATTEMPTS AT HYPNOTIC ATTACK RECOGNIZED. COMMENCING RETALIATION.”

  In response to the attempt of hypnosis on Wereton, the drone suit slung Kitt on its back before rushing forward with a powerful fist, launching an eyeball drone before grabbing two and smashing them together. Seeing their hypnosis was ineffective, the remaining drones used their metallic tentacles to restrain the drone suit, but were instead flung around like a weight on the end of a chain. Seeing their numbers falter in such a short amount of time, the remaining drones tried to fly away to whatever alien base they could remember to inform Earth’s invaders about the strange threat, but were all caught by the drone suit and similarly crumbled into scrap.

  “RETALIATION SUCCESSFUL. RETURNING TO WANDERING PATROL SUBROUTINE.”

  If the two still had minds to think, they would be in shock and awe at the swift fight. It was clear that these blue visors had no allegiance to their alien creators. Perhaps it was a prototype that was yet to be configured? Or maybe a betrayal was planned but never succeeded or proceeded? It could also explain why the base was never reclaimed. Were the blue-tinted visors a threat? It would be a bit hard to get to the bottom of that answer right now, but it was entirely possible to have the visors be on humanity’s side. Maybe a bit more experimentation is needed, but it would be quite difficult to get some volunteers. However, fortunately, it seemed that there would be some available as the drone suit would hear several footsteps arriving.

  “Woah! What happened here?!”

  “What is that thing?! Is that a brute drone?! All the way down here? What does it have on its back?”

  “G-Get ready, everyone! This might be what caused Wereton and Kitt to disappear!”

  “MULTIPLE UNIDENTIFIED INDIVIDUALS DETECTED. COMMENCING GROUP CAPTURE AND DRONING. PREPARING GOO AND VISORS FOR MULTIPLE CONVERSIONS”

  “W-Woah! Ah! Watch out!!!”

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  在遥远的未来，一次失败的政府实验撕裂了空间，让来自另一维度的外星人趁虚而入，降临地球。外星人乘坐着巨大的、闪着光泽的黑色飞船抵达，并对主要城市发动了精准打击，轻而易举地消灭了任何抵抗力量。然而，他们并没有使用轨道炮或高科技核武器来征服地球。相反，巨大的、有感知能力的黑暗粘液团撞击了地球，并捕获了任何接触到它们的生物。就好像地球是如此不堪一击，以至于外星人并没有全力以赴地去消灭它的军队，而是用闪亮的乳胶包裹了每一个生物。

  每一次打击，都有成百上千的人被粘液捕获，并被带到其撞击坑，在那里，被捕获者的巢穴被建立起来。巢穴的墙壁上排列着被捕获的猎物，而一个中央信标则标记着巢穴的位置以待收割。就这样，在短短7个小时内，地球就沦陷于这些粘液入侵者之手，人们被变成了雄蜂，不知疲倦地在世界各地建造外星人基地，并与任何残余的抵抗力量作战。入侵20年后，地球变成了一个反乌托邦。警察被闪亮的雄蜂守卫所取代，他们冷酷地执行着命令，而政府则沦为傀儡，将剩下的人口变成顺从的工人。

  而如果你被发现反抗外星人，等待你的将是被困在雄蜂服里的命运，与那些自愿屈服的人相比，你将变得更不像一个人。对于那些自愿屈服的人来说，唯一的好处是，外星人提供用来奴役人类的雄蜂服是以快感为动力的。所以，如果你是一个顺从的工人，你可以穿上雄蜂服，关掉大脑，沉浸在极乐之中，而你的身体则在9点到5点之间自主工作，相比之下，罪犯或反叛者则会被迫工作直到身体崩溃。当然，并非所有人都被这种安排所吸引，在世界各地被控制的城市之下，一群抵抗战士仍然坚强地屹立着。

  “这里一定是废弃的基地。运气好的话，我们可以回收他们用在我们身上的那种雄蜂技术，并把它们改造成战斗服！”

  在世界东方的某个地方，一只名叫灰条的蓝色矮狼来到了一个曾经巨大的城市的废墟，在世界最初沦陷的几个月后，最后一支残余的军事力量围攻了这里。在那次攻击中，一个已建成的外星人基地在一个决定性的夜晚被夷为平地。然而，军队没有时间研究或带走他们摧毁和缴获的外星装备，因为增援部队迅速赶来并消灭了他们。但奇怪的是，基地陷落后，外星人再也没有回到那里，也没有回到城市去收复它。他们唯一做的事情就是设置了一些雄蜂，二十年来，这些雄蜂会向其周边范围的入侵者发射雄蜂化粘液。

  灰条意识到了这一点，并成功潜入，没有惹上真正的守卫或外星人。那些雄蜂也已经过时，即使被摧毁也不会惊动任何外部力量，所以这只狼，装备着一把消音狙击步枪和一件蓝色的红外线阻隔斗篷，射杀了那些挡在他路上的雄蜂。在穿过雄蜂的搜索路径后，唯一横亘在灰条与向世界的淫荡入侵者复仇的机会之间的，是一堵厚厚的、生锈的金属墙，他用一个钩子和一根绳子爬了上去。

  “哼……嘿呀！呼！完美的一投！现在，该上去了……”

  灰条轻而易举地用一个惊人的投掷固定好了绳子，开始攀爬。攀爬时，这只狼警惕地环顾四周，勘察着这片摇摇欲坠的区域，以防有雄蜂偏离路径发现他。一到顶上，灰条也能很好地看到基地的全景，烧毁的外星飞船和装甲运输车，以及散落在该地区的破碎的雄蜂面罩，都尽收眼底。有趣的是，尽管到处都是无数的弹壳和炮火轰炸的痕迹，却看不到一具尸体。他们周围过度生长的植被发出的沙沙声有些可疑，但这只狼只是把它归咎于野生动物。灰条思考了一下外星人使用暴力的问题以及入侵对生态系统的影响，但最终还是收起了绳子，准备用它爬下去。

  “现在，是棘手的部分了。一旦我——”

  嘎吱……

  “哦哦。”

  啪！

  “啊啊啊！！！”

  探索一个多年未曾触碰、日益恶化的基地会很危险，这本不该令人意外，但灰条没想到他钩住绳子的那根看起来生锈却结实的金属栏杆会断裂。也许是他的狙击枪和破旧的装备拖累了他，但它们的重量还不到他体重的一半。然而，当灰条开始从高墙上坠落时，已经没有时间去想这些了。这堵墙的高度对任何人来说都轻易致命，但这只狼却因为这个地方周围过度生长的植物而幸免于难。

  “别摔下去啊！！！”

  当灰条祈祷生存时，他没时间注意到他身下的灌木丛比太阳通常投下的阴影要暗得多。灌木丛下其实隐藏着一个坑，似乎是多年前那场战斗造成的塌方所致。所以当灰条最终落地时，他反而陷得更深了，这一次他被藤蔓缠住了。谢天谢地，这只狼再次幸免于难，活了下来，但他的枪就没那么幸运了。灰条拔出一把刀，迅速地从藤蔓中解脱出来，他的爪子重重地落在地上，然后他用手电筒找出自己掉到了哪里。

  “该死。枪管弯了。我得把它修好，不然开枪就会炸膛。话说回来，我这是在哪儿？”

  灰条掉下来的洞似乎直接通向了基地的地下室。就在他们上一层，这只狼用灯光照亮了一个类似军械库的房间，从破碎的、显然已经断电的箱子里步枪形状的物体可以判断出来。而在当前这一层，灰条发现自己身处一个仓库，巨大的生锈金属板条箱散落一地，远处传来的滴水声打破了寂静。由于似乎没有可行的方法能在不受伤的情况下从原路爬上去，这只狼开始在仓库里四处游荡，寻找任何有用的东西。

  灰条面前的仓库似乎无边无际地延伸着，而随机的碎片、钢筋和老鼠让他时刻保持警惕。幸运的是，外星人入侵并没有给地球带来任何变异，但这只狼以前见过傀儡政府使用的半机械动物。灰条在仓库中的探索将被证明是相当有价值的，因为尽管他还没有找到他一直在寻找的雄蜂技术，但他发现的几个生锈的金属板条箱里装着宝贵的金属和电路等资源，一旦被他的盟友缴获并处理，这些资源将非常有用。

  除了大量的精炼资源外，雄蜂技术仍然无处可寻。灰条想过它可能在仓库的众多板条箱之一里，但由于它如此重要和强大，它很可能位于更深、更安全的地方。于是，这只狼继续探索仓库，直到他们终于到达了一个新地方。这是一扇巨大的密封门，和之前到处一样生锈了。然而，门和门框的每一道裂缝都渗出粘液，现在已经凝固成类似沥青的稠度，虽然坚固，但在观察时仍在流动。

  “雄蜂粘液……可能就是这里了。我只需要进去。我的C4还完好无损。好了，让我们进去吧。输入……7355608……好了！”

  灰条利用专门带来用于突破任何障碍的C4炸药，在爆炸发生后进入了那间密封的房间。爆炸平息后，灰尘滚滚而出，从密封的门后显露出另一个大房间。但这一次，整个地方都被黑色的粘液覆盖，似乎吸收了灰条手电筒发出的光。这只狼小心翼翼地前进，同时确保没有任何雄蜂会因为某个休眠的安全系统而苏醒过来。

  “现在我们这里有什么……看起来像一个控制面板，周围区域充满了这些小盒子……这些里面有雄蜂面罩！”

  一进入房间，灰条终于能好好看看这个地方了。房间中央有一组多台显示器，而一堆堆布满灰尘的金属盒子则散落各处。它们可以通过长边上的一个简单按钮打开，露出一个保存完好的雄蜂面罩。还有一些同样布满灰尘但清澈的玻璃罐，里面装着深色液体，大概是雄蜂粘液，因为有些已经破碎并溢了出来。但是什么原因导致粘液以覆盖整个房间的方式溢出呢？这正是灰条在想的，于是他走上前去，试图让房间中央的控制台工作起来。

  “我想知道外星人有没有备用发电机……敲，敲，敲……没反应……嗯……如果我……砰！哦！他们有！”

  敲击布满灰尘的屏幕似乎不起作用，所以灰条试着踢了踢底部的面板，想让机器有点反应。这不知怎么地起作用了，面板和被粘液覆盖的紫色灯光都亮了起来。在他面前的显示器上，灰条看到了大量过时的信息，比如基地被摧毁当天的安全警报、运送被捕获人类的消息等等。语言是无法辨认的，但灰条能够理解这些信息的意图，因为外星人显然在他们的语言之上使用了箭头、面孔和物体，就好像他们有自己的表情符号一样。

  然而，这是灰条唯一能看到的东西，因为当他试图用触控板查看其他内容时，他需要一个密码。更不幸的是，灰条发现一个标有催眠符号的文件，该文件很可能包含他正在寻找的雄蜂技术的信息。但这只狼并没有轻易放弃，开始在昏暗的房间里搜寻任何可能包含密码的东西。随机的激光雕刻金属板、破碎的全息玻璃，甚至他找到的雄蜂面罩盒子，灰条正在寻找任何可能像密码的东西。

  呃…什么都没有…天哪，我们到底在跟什么打交道？四个槽，二十个密钥…二十的四次方…算了。也许我进错房间了。这地方太大了，还有更多地方可以探索。

  诚然，灰条还没有探索完整个废弃基地，但他仍然为在一个哑弹上浪费了一块C4而感到失望。猜测密码既不可能又危险，因为它可能有一个灰条无法对抗的安全功能。所以，目前这只狼离开了，试图去别处寻找他们想要的雄蜂技术。

  哒…哒…哒…

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  “什-什么？！那是什么声音？！”

  但就在灰条踏出房间的那一刻，一句奇怪的胡言乱语反复响起，噪音如此之大，以至于这只狼因迷失方向而倒下时不得不捂住自己敏感的耳朵。由于灰条看不懂显示器上的其他内容，他没有意识到有一条关于需要输入密码才能安全离开房间的提示。看来，外星技术的安全性远比普通笔记本电脑严格，完全不输入密码就已经是一次失败的尝试了。

  “啊啊啊！！！太吵了！！！”

  在刺耳的噪音中，灰条也没有意识到，他看到的罐子里的粘液开始渗出，作为房间的防御机制。起初，它开始修复房间多年来所承受的裂缝和损坏，但随后它会堵住门。就在它这么做的时候，流动的粘液在灰条即将爬出去时抓住了他，将这只狼猛地拽了回去，并把他扔到了控制台前。但它并没有把灰条带到控制台前输入密码，而是为了催眠他。曾经通过蓝色屏幕显示信息的显示器关闭了，取而代-之的是紫色和白色的漩涡，吸引了这只狼的注意力。

  “不，你休想！我知道你的把戏！”

  然而，这并非灰条第一次遇到这些危险的图案，他迅速转过头以避开它们。这是他从远处观察到的、在被雄蜂化的人类的面罩上发光的同样漩涡图案，他知道要不惜一切代价避开。甚至还有一些面罩可以在没有视觉的情况下催眠人，依靠细微的、侵入性的粘液直接与大脑连接，但这些只在较新的型号中才能看到。这意味着，只要灰条能闭着眼睛，他或许就能用爪子抓开困住他的新粘液屏障并逃脱。

  但不幸的是，尽管这只狼成功地避开了针对他们的第一个防御功能，他们却被第二个功能打了-个措手不及。因为，从覆盖墙壁和地板的周围粘液中，触手射出并再次抓住了灰条，这次是抓住这只狼的衣服并将它们撕掉。他裸露的皮毛迅速暴露在凉爽的空气和粘稠的地面上，带来一种令人分心的感觉，让他想拍掉粘在膝盖上的粘液。

  “不，不，不，不！滚-滚开！！！”

  仅仅被剥光衣服还不是结束，因为粘液随后开始附着在灰条身上，从他的爪子开始向上攀爬。粘液滑入狼爪缝隙的方式让他的脚趾不由自主地蜷缩起来，他拼命地试图踢开附着在他身上的粘稠液体。当他用爪子撑地以准备迎接这场侵犯时，凉爽的感觉也奇怪地唤起了他的情欲，同时灰条感觉粘液下的皮肤和毛发变得更加敏感，引发了一阵痒痒的感觉。当它从他的脚和膝盖向上蔓延时，灰条发现自己感到了不情愿的唤起，随着粘液继续攀升，他短小的肉结从鞘中探出头来。

  可怜的狼拼命想防止自己的羞耻之处被粘液触碰，但他无法放下被触手紧紧抓住的双手，而夹紧大腿只会让粘液扩散得更广，直到不可避免地接触到。一接触到，一股微小的快感便贯穿了灰条的身体，在他完全勃起时，顶端已经渗出了前液，这种羞耻感让他睁开一只眼皮，想看看自己被侵犯得怎么样了。但看到自己被滑腻的粘液覆盖并被唤起的样子，只会进一步加剧灰条的唤起。

  “这就是他们制造雄蜂的方式吗……不……我-我不想失去理智……但是……这真的好色情啊~……”

  现在，发现自己的处境竟能唤起情欲，对于一个自由战士来说可能有些反常，但灰条确实有过一些狂野的白日梦，在他躲藏处的木板窗后，观察着街上的雄蜂守卫时。尽管被俘获的人类体格各异，但他发现看到他们闪亮的、类似乳胶的身体凸显出他们的体型，而他们身上只穿着靴子、手套、防毒面具和催眠面罩，腰部却完全裸露，炫耀着一个光滑的锁包，这让他感到难以置信地发情。在一次特别混乱的事件中，灰条藏在一个板条箱里差点被发现，他听到站在他藏身之处前的雄蜂守卫发出的持续嗡嗡声。那嗡嗡声是从哪里来的？他们没有装备电棍，而是用备用的催眠面罩直接制服违法者。他们也不是蜜蜂，所以灰条得出的唯一结论是，那嗡嗡声或许来自他们的锁包。如果真是这样，那很可能雄蜂守卫是通过无休止的边缘控制来被安抚或击垮的。

  令人惊讶的是，在被征服的世界里，色情制品依然存在，外星人意识到催眠和雄蜂化在地球上并非新概念，于是他们便支持有这类癖好的色情艺术家。现实与幻想在此交汇，许多饥渴的成年人甚至心甘情愿地为新的外星霸主服务，被雄蜂化并沉溺于快感之中。然而，尽管诱惑难挡，灰条并没有被这淫秽的宣传所迷惑。虽然成为一个真正的雄蜂听起来刺激得难以置信，但你终究会被精神控制去工作和服务，而且你无权决定何时停止和休息。

  “嗯-嗯？我感觉有冰冷的东西在我的鸡巴周围凝结！嗯-啊！我勃起不了了！等等，等等！！！”

  但现在，灰条即将品尝他抵抗已久的诱人命运，那沿着他双腿和尾巴向上蔓延的粘液终于到达了他的胯部并开始将其包裹起来。包裹过程从这只狼的肉结被完全缠绕开始，随后一股强大的拉力将其强行扯回鞘内，让灰条发出一声痛苦的呜咽，外面只剩下黑色的粘稠尖端。当灰条的鸡巴被拉回去后，更多的粘液开始在他的胯部聚集，直到最终变成一个带有紫色锁形图案的闪亮黑色球体。

  “啊啊……它被困住了……我没法勃起……而且它在——嗯啊！！！它在震动~！❤️”

  当灰条以为雄蜂守卫振动的锁包只是一种微弱的刺痛感，刚好足以让他们保持坚挺和清醒。然而，当他终于亲身体验到那真实的感觉时，他才意识到成为一名雄蜂守卫是何等愉悦的折磨。在灰条的鞘内，他的肉结仍然被粘液覆盖，让他肉棒的每一寸都变得异常敏感。随着锁包的振动，这只狼从顶端到根部都受到刺激，快感彻底摧毁了他的身体，让他无法控制地乱动。

  灰条能感觉到，强烈的快感使精液在他的尿道里流动，一波波的精液因为锁包的限制而倒灌回他的龟头。然而，无论这只狼如何试图做出排尿的动作，高潮都未曾到来。试图让他的鸡巴变硬也无济于事，只是在锁包上造成一个暂时的凹痕，然后又被吸了回去。如果事情还能变得更糟的话，两根触手从灰条的腋下伸出，开始捏弄和拉扯他正在变硬的乳尖。这两点同时传来的刺激终于从灰条口中榨出了一声绝望的哭喊，他用尽全力拉扯着触手，却无济于事。

  “呃啊……我不能……我不能睁开眼睛……否则……否则……”

  当然，显示着催眠光芒的显示器仍然在灰条面前，所以他必须继续紧闭双眼，除非他想彻底沦陷。但是，振动和捏弄让他难以抑制自己的眼球向眼眶后方翻去。抵抗这种酷刑般的剥夺所需要的力量和意志力，感觉比背着一个沙发在跑步机上用健腹轮保持平衡还要困难。在这种离谱却又不可否认的相似难度下，泪水开始从灰条的眼角涌出，直到他再也无法抵抗那锁包将他永久地保持在快感巅峰的方式。

  一场干性高潮迅速席卷了灰条的身体，让这只狼在束缚中猛地一颤，随后他紧闭双眼的意志力也随之瓦解。双眼与催眠显示器对视的瞬间，灰条立刻被催眠了，他蓝色的眼眸迅速被紫色的光芒所吞噬。他立刻瘫软下来，迷人的光波将顺从的思想植入他的脑海。屈服和拥抱奴役的低语在灰条即将变得空洞的脑袋里回响，将他更深地引诱到雄蜂化的深渊中。

  随着灰条被彻底制服，活体粘液完成了它的转变，继续向上攀爬狼的身体，直到他从头到脚被包裹在敏感而紧身的乳胶之中。乳胶覆盖了他除了眼睛以外的一切，但也没有忘记他的鼻子和嘴巴。两根中空的触须深深地插入了可怜的狼的鼻孔，带来了前所未有的不适，但当一个粗大的屌型口塞填满他的嘴时，这种不适感便被掩盖了。它的形状和他自己的狼结一样，但显然要粗壮得多，它不断变大并深入，又粗又深，直到其底部的圆形结节将灰条的嘴巴锁住。

  窒息感紧随其后，灰条感觉自己快要死了，就在这时，那口塞为他留出了一丝呼吸的空间。灰条以为自己终于能从这场侵犯中喘口气了，直到他感觉到覆盖在臀部的粘液将他的屁股掰开。一根粘液柱迅速填满了他的股缝，然后中空化，形成一个粗大的扩张器，毫不留情地插入了狼的体内。扩张器立刻撞击了灰条的前列腺，给他被束缚的鸡巴带来了更加折磨人的快感，而扩张器也安顿下来，尽可能紧密地附着在狼的直肠壁上。

  “唔唔嗯~……（求-求求你……不要了，不要了！）”

  仿佛这还不够，另一根巨大的狼屌具现化出来，填满了灰条被撑开的后穴。这次入侵让狼的腹部迅速形成了一个明显的凸起，它不断地捣弄着前列腺，让灰条的禁欲感变得更加折磨。灰条嘴里的屌型口塞也与他屁股里的假屌同步抽插，让整个雄蜂化的过程更加屈辱，而这只狼除了哽咽和从他的锁包中渗出前液之外，什么也做不了。

  “呜……（啊……我现在不能失去理智……我需要给兽人……一个战斗的机会……）”

  然而，无论灰条多么努力地想闭上眼睛，尽管他正承受着来自嘴巴和后穴的双重贯穿，他的身体却不听使唤。在他被迫凝视催眠显示器的同时，他用余光看到，一滩束缚着他的活体粘液正伸向装有保存完好的催眠面罩的众多箱子之一。就是这样了。这只为了自由而勇敢寻求危险技术的蓝色野狼，他的末日到了，他最终将变成用来压迫同类的武器。

  看着那光滑的金属面罩被触须捧着，这是一种可怕的终结，让灰条从内心深处感到恐惧。但他已经无能为力了。动弹不得，无法眨眼，也不能射精。于是，当面罩一点点靠近他的脸时，灰条想知道，如果他带了更多人来，结果会怎样。他们会成功逃出这个房间吗？还是会有更多的人丧命于这个陷阱？无论如何，除了接受面罩，已经别无他法。真正的灰条所能做的最后一件事，便是在面罩伴随着一声诡异的“schlk~！”与粘液融合之前，流下一滴悔恨的泪水。

  “唔嗯……（我现在要被变成雄蜂了……不知道我会不会像在网上看的色情片那样，继续感受到这种快感……）”

  …

  …

  …

  “唔嗯？（什么……都没有？）”

  但仿佛是命运的安排，灰条的雄蜂化似乎并没有开始。多亏了面罩的半透明屏幕，这只狼的视野被永久地染上了一层黑色，但它似乎切断了催眠显示器的影响。因为当灰条试图眨眼时，他的眼皮居然听从了他的意志。在被粘性乳胶包裹之后，束缚着他的触手也静止了，让他得以挣脱手脚。他的锁包仍在被持续的振动所折磨，但这与他大部分身体机能获得解放的宽慰感相比，简直不值一提。

  “嗯呜……（我还是射不出来……嗡嗡声还在……而且我两边都被填满了……但我还活着……我还是我……）”

  尽管锁包那折磨人的嗡嗡声持续不断，但灰条已经从催眠中解脱了出来。看来这个面罩是专门用来阻挡除自身提供的催眠之外的其他催眠源的。但是，当然了，灰条脸上的这个面罩似乎并没有在工作，尽管他看到箱子里的那些面罩基本上都完好无损。抓住这个机会，灰条尽力站了起来，一只手捧着他那嗡嗡作响的硕大锁包，另一只手托着自己的屁股，因为体内塞着一个粗大的结，走路很困难。

  “唔嗯嗯……（想……射……我要疯了……如果连一点点快感都缓解不了的话……）”

  即使灰条摆脱了精神控制，折磨人的快感依然存在，使得他哪怕只是稍微动一下腿，都会因为敏感而战栗。为了尝试缓解这种感觉，灰条慢慢地将一只被乳胶覆盖的爪子伸向他嗡嗡作响的锁包，想看看自己是否能达到高潮的顶峰，结果他的手指却因为接近过度刺激而颤抖着缩了回去。但他没有放弃，他下定决心，准备完全抓住那个锁包，希望能突破过度刺激的障碍射出来，哪怕只是得到一点点的解脱。于是，他再次尝试，用手掌包裹住那个巨大的锁包并用力挤压。

  “唔嗯噗~！！！❤️（哦呜呜~！好-好爽~……）

  仅仅是一次用力的紧握，就让灰条几乎因快感而抽搐，他情不自禁地弓起背，迎合那股从他胯下射出的快感。但尽管快感如此汹涌，灰条并没有得到他预期的解脱，于是他又挤压了一次。这再次让他体验到一阵剧烈的快感，使他将背拱得如此之高，仿佛脊椎都要折断了。然而，他仍然没有放弃，继续挤压着锁包，直到印在上面的紫色锁形图案开始发光，直到最终——

  “唔嗯~……❤️ 嗯……（哦呜~……哦耶……真爽……）”

  不知何故，尽管锁包明显控制着他达到释放的能力，灰条还是成功地强行高潮了。也许是这只狼强烈的敏感度所造成的快感超载，让这套衣服再也无法抑制，又或许，如果你有毅力在模拟中坚持下去，理论上你可以战胜这套衣服的禁射特性。无论是哪种情况，灰条最终还是获得了一种释放。这不是一次完全的高潮，而是一次干性高潮。禁欲带来的强烈快感暂时平息了，只有锁包内几股前液的喷射证明了这次成功的释放。

  （我射了一点，但没感觉有什么出来……我好想真的射出来，但我现在该怎么办……我还被困在这身折磨人的衣服里……也许我应该先把催眠显示器给关掉……）

  因为身体变得异常敏感，活动起来依然很困难，但灰条显然不会轻易放弃，他开始思考下一步该怎么做。首先，必须解决掉那些催眠显示器。灰条小心翼翼地站起来，将装有催眠面罩的坚固箱子扔向显示器，将它们一一砸坏，只留下一个，上面仍然显示着那个带有醒目表情符号的、访问文件失败的尝试。排除了再次被催眠的威胁后，灰条将目标锁定在脱掉身上的这套衣服上。毫无疑问，这套衣服能带来极度的快感，在他的安全屋里会是个不错的玩具，但现在，他屁股里塞着的鸡巴和不断刺激着他的嗡嗡作响的锁包，让他连一步都走不稳。

  灰条首先尝试用他锋利的爪子撕开乳胶，但乳胶立刻自我修复了，在狼的拉扯下弹了回去，甚至收得更紧了。他试着拉扯包裹着他嘴巴、塞着口塞的橡胶口套，也同样失败了，那根屌状物只是猛地向后一捅，让这只狼瞬间窒息。于是，既然催眠屏幕已经被摧毁，灰条便尝试先摘下他的面罩，但似乎反而激活了这个原本静止的配件。迎接他的不再是那让他陷入催眠的邪恶紫色，而是一种柔和的蓝色光晕。一个奇怪的显示界面立刻弹出，上面是狼看不懂的同样的外星语言，但至少它没有在他耳边低语着服从的指令。

  “唔嗯……（我在看什么……我还是不知道怎么——哦！这就像虚拟现实！我可以用手移动面罩里的内容！）”

  尽管持续的刺激让操作变得困难，但灰条开始明白什么手势对应什么功能，以及如何利用这个干净、无催眠功能的面罩来为自己谋利。通过胡乱地挥动爪子，灰条似乎进入了雄蜂改造选项，他看到了面前不同的体型。他仍然不知道每种语言说的是什么，但它们再次被易于识别的表情符号粗略地标记着；一个是男性，一个是女性，一个有一个肌肉表情符号，还有一个是某种四足生物。

  （等等。我想我认得这里展示的轮廓。很明显，男性和女性肯定是为被捕获并改造成雄蜂的男女人类的标准配置准备的，但那个肌肉发达的和四条腿的……如果我理解得没错，那个肌肉标签肯定和那些大型雄蜂暴徒有关，而四条腿的则是警察有时使用的那些不同的四足雄蜂动物。好吧，我得离开这里，所以我可能得看看这个肌肉配置能提供什么……）

  灰条吞了口嘴里被鸡巴堵着所能咽下的唾沫，迟疑地在空中轻点，选择了肌肉配置。几乎是瞬间，狼身上的衣服开始振动，随后周围的粘液向他射来。就好像面罩在指挥附近的粘液支持灰条所选择的改造，这只矮小的狼开始变大。灰条的身体在下面保持正常，但乳胶服的高度和肌肉开始增长。狼的身体所有开口仍然被堵着，但现在他穿上了一套类似乳胶机甲的套装。

  粗壮的大腿和肌肉发达的二头肌随着每一秒的流逝而起伏，灰条的新形态开始成形。由于雄蜂暴徒改造的巨大体型，这只狼最终被迫摆出一个展开的姿势，但灰条却获得了对这套衣服四肢的远程控制。最后一个显著的变化是狼双腿之间立着的那根粗大的鸡巴，尽管他真正的鸡巴仍然被困在振动的锁包中，灰条却感觉这根也是他自己的。狼的身高现在达到了惊人的7英尺（约2.13米），然而他真实的身体被包裹在肌肉中心某处。面罩本身也移动到了假雄蜂头部的位置，但尽管视线高度不同，灰条却能透过它看见外面。

  “哇哦！我变大了！啊！这是我用这东西发出的声音吗？听起来像个真正的雄蜂一样机械化……但是……我还是我自己！”

  对于任何没有不幸遇到过这些通常很危险的单位的人来说，这套高耸的雄蜂服的景象都令人瞠目结舌。这套野蛮雄蜂服有着同样的厚靴子和手套配置，腰部没有遮盖，但这次多了一根没有被阉割的鸡巴和一个缺少气罐的春药防毒面具。当灰条抱着他那根巨大的橡胶肉棒时，感觉就像是绝对的天堂。抚摸时包皮自然剥落的方式让灰条喷出了一点液体，但这显然不是来自他自己。相反，这是精液的仿制品，大概是真正的野蛮雄蜂用来操干罪犯让他们屈服，并一次性将他们包裹起来的。

  “等等…雄蜂面罩…不受控制…这真是我在找的东西！如果所有这些箱子里都装着可以安全使用的雄蜂面罩，我们就可以解放城市，也许还能找到更多安全的面罩！”

  突然意识到自己的发现，让灰条觉得像火鸡一样被塞满是值得的，他庆祝性地撸了一把。用他现在拥有的粗大橡胶鸡巴自慰的诱惑很强烈，但灰条知道在使用外星技术时不能过于狂热。所以，灰条没有选择自慰并可能在快感中迷失自我，而是优先选择离开，将他的发现告知抵抗组织。穿上他新的肌肉雄蜂服，灰条轻易地一拳打穿了先前堵住入口的凝固粘液。只需一拳，障碍物就崩塌了，让这只狼得以离开，并将好消息带回家。

  “啊！一只野蛮雄蜂！”

  “咦？！基-基特？你在这里做什么？！”

  “你-你知道我的名字？！”

  “不，我不是雄蜂！是我，灰条！我-是我…灰条…（等等，发生了什么？面-面罩把基特放进了某种瞄准框里？！）”

  “咦？！你被抓走转化了？！不！！！”

  在击穿障碍物扬起的灰尘落定之时，灰条惊讶地听到面前传来一声重物落地的声音，还有一个受惊又熟悉的声音。是基特，一只灰色的虎斑猫，抵抗组织的战友，也是灰条的好朋友。基特没有告诉任何人，一直跟着灰条，实际上就是那只狼早些时候注意到的沙沙声的来源。他因为那只狼危险的单人任务而担心他。所以如果基特早点到，他的帮助本会是必要的，但灰条很幸运地独自挺了过来。但现在，这只猫在看到面前这个自称是他们好朋友、鸡巴摇摇晃晃的高大野蛮雄蜂后，吓得目瞪口呆。

  “不管那个雄蜂服的宿主是哪个可怜的灵魂，我很抱歉，但我必须打倒你！”

  “…（我失控了！我说不了话！还有面罩！它-它正—）”

  “准备受死—”

  “检测到非雄蜂，未识别个体。开始入侵者转换。（唔嗯~！❤️我没说那个！快感…催眠…它们又回来了！！！）”

  “入-入侵者转换？！”

  在基特用手中的霰弹枪做出任何愚蠢决定之前，灰条的身体再次不受控制地动了起来。这套雄蜂服似乎并非完全没有风险，因为当基特进入他的视线时，灰条开始失去控制。面罩开始像那台吓住狼的显示器一样旋转起催眠的螺旋，但颜色仍然是蓝色的。不过效果却是一样的，立刻让灰条入迷，并带回了雄蜂服初次改造时被压制住的强烈快感。灰条的脑海里没有听到诱人的屈服之词，取而代之的是俘获基特并将他变成雄蜂的命令。

  “啊啊啊！！！放开我！！！”

  “未识别猫科动物。不要抵抗。（哦天…哦天，哦天，哦天…我屁股和嘴里的鸡巴又在抽插了…但-但是现在我能—繁殖~❤️）”

  攻势立刻展开，灰条巨大的雄蜂爪子夺过基特的枪并将其折成两半，然后将那只猫按倒并翻过身来。灰条仍然无法控制他被困在里面的雄蜂服，眼睁睁看着自己将连接着他的巨大橡胶鸡巴对准基特的后庭戳了戳。当雄蜂服撕掉基特的衣服，露出他毛茸茸的屁股和受惊的尾巴时，情况很快就变了。那只猫的臀瓣被迅速分开，露出那个犹豫的粉红色小菊花，雄蜂服实验性地舔了一下，然后将它滴着粘液的舌头深深地插了进去。

  “唔~！你这个变态雄蜂…啊，啊，啊，啊~！❤️”

  “不要抵抗。抵抗将导致被指定为更低级的雄蜂。”

  “我不会放弃的！啊！吃我一招！”

  基特不会这么轻易放弃，他在挣扎中一脚踢中了雄蜂服的下巴。然而，这套服装实际上是由有知觉的粘液构成的，那只猫的踢击完全没有造成任何伤害，因为雄蜂基本上对物理伤害免疫。如果基特没有反抗，他或许会被变成一只普通的雄蜂。但既然他反抗了，雄蜂就有了别的想法。为了惩罚这只猫的反抗，那根粗大的黑色橡胶鸡巴一次性贯穿了基特，没有润滑，没有缓缓进入，也绝对没有怜悯。可怜的猫咪腹部立刻出现了一个凹痕，就像灰条最初被改造时发生的一样。

  紧接着是惩罚性的节奏，伴随着淫荡的肉球拍打屁股的声音，以及轻柔的呜咽和电子咆哮声。基特的前列腺在那根把他操得神志不清的粗长肉棒面前毫无还手之力，他正在接受着机械化和非人格化的繁殖。另一方面，灰条已经完全被雄蜂服所影响。他双眼对视，被束缚在躯干内，他那被阉割的鸡巴则持续搏动并渗出前列腺液。他原本的身体已不再是重点。他发现自己只是那个带着巨大鸡巴的橡胶块的乘客，被迫将他的朋友变成一个鸡巴套。

  当雄蜂暂停了一下，然后抓住那只猫的大腿将他举起来时，两人的位置最终发生了变化。基特立刻稳住自己以防掉下来，在接下来的全背架式操干开始前，他用双手环住了雄蜂肌肉发达的脖子。在这个新姿势下，抽插和湿滑的拍击声变得更加狂乱，灰条在那只可怜的猫身上大干特干。当然，实际上并不是灰条在操基特，而是那套自主行动的雄蜂服在“保卫”这个房间。没过多久，那只猫就被那根粗壮的肉棒操得里外翻转，彻底崩溃了。当雄蜂与基特同步高潮时，一声淫荡的哭喊随之而来。一道道白色的精液从基特的鸡巴里喷射而出，而他体内的那根橡胶鸡巴则确保将他的直肠和内脏都涂抹在所有正确的地方。

  尽管雄蜂服达到了高潮，灰条却依旧无法得到释放，当雄蜂射精时，他的身心在快感的折磨下绝望地扭动着。在开始了包裹程序后，雄蜂服最终放开了基特，粘液从他的后穴滴落，将他填满，直到他的腹部像水气球一样鼓胀起来。基特以为他的侵犯已经结束，试图爬开，结果却被一把抓住腰，被迫面向雄蜂服，一个面罩被粗暴地扣在了他的眼睛上。基特起初试图推开雄蜂肌肉发达的手，但他很快就被制服了，只能在雄蜂的掌控中等待，他脸上的面罩被激活，他正在软化的勃起被一个锁精囊包裹了起来。

  “不…必须…闭上眼睛…”

  “接受你作为雄蜂-1223号的新角色 类型：玩具”

  就像灰条之前抵抗催眠屏幕时所做的那样，基特在脸上的面罩完全激活前迅速闭上了眼睛。他已经从头到脚被敏感的乳胶包裹，但他仍然能控制自己的眼睛，这让他能够抵抗催眠。但除了拖延时间，基特真的无计可施。他的嘴很快被粘液撬开，塞进了一个口枷，而雄蜂注入他体内的粘液则粘附在他的直肠上，变成了一个扩张器。无论他是否被催眠，基特的改造都在进行中，他面罩上的屏幕打开了与灰条接触过的相同的改造选项，但这次是由自主行动的雄蜂服远程控制的。

  它迅速翻阅选项，直到到达四足形态。然而，它没有选择动物形态的雄蜂改造，而是选择了一套母狗服。在选定特定变体后，基特突然发现自己的手臂和腿被强行折叠起来，然后被粗黑的带子捆绑在一起。他是否被催眠已经不再重要。他的身体现在成了一个玩具，而雄蜂服在经历了最初的反抗后，肯定要好好管教一下这只猫。

  “开始对雄蜂-1223号执行惩戒行动”

  “嗯嗯…（这简直是折磨…我睁不开眼睛…但这感觉…太…嗯啊~！！！❤️）”

  基特因母狗服改造而受到的羞辱还未结束，他突然感到自己的脸变重了。这是一个防毒面具的生成过程，管子强行插入了猫的鼻孔，就像发生在灰条身上的一样。但这一次，有了新的东西可供呼吸。在灰条没有注意到的房间角落里，一个被粘液和碎石混合物覆盖的地方，藏着一批催情气体罐，它们像他之前找到的面罩一样，被金属箱子保护着。雄蜂服为自己拿了一个大罐子，并已经装在了自己背上，又为基特拿了一个小罐子，开始连接并绑在那只猫的背上。

  随着灰条吸入催情气体，他的蠕动平息下来，只剩下因持续的控射而引起的不自主抽搐，这反过来又增加了他本已麻木的敏感度。而一旦基特开始被动地吸入催情气体，他的眼睛就猛地睁大，他的肉棒也随之挺立，试图逃脱困住它的锁精囊，但随后粘液变厚，将其固定住。他的敏感度也随之提高，当雄蜂服从后面骑上那只猫时，这种强烈的敏感度即将受到考验。既然基特的四肢被束缚，体型上的差异已是惊人，但这与现在连接了催情气体罐的雄蜂服的凶猛相比，根本算不了什么。

  雄蜂服的每一次挺动都像打桩机般猛烈地撞击着基特，后者只能在过度刺激中哭泣，同时仍然努力紧闭双眼。然而，无论他是否被催眠，这都无关紧g要。事实上，对雄蜂来说，听着基特在泪水边缘的呜咽，而不是像大多数其他自愿的雄蜂宿主那样淫荡地乞求更多，或许更具娱乐性。如果遇到反抗的威胁，打破其个体意志便是雄蜂服的首要指令。当粘液随着每一次湿滑的拍击声飞溅而出，伴随着来来去去的干性高潮时，灰条和基特被锁在了一个无休止的繁殖循环中。基特最终放弃了抵抗，任由自己被催眠面罩所俘获，但那贯穿后穴的操干却从未停止。

  “雄蜂-1223号已被制服。然而，雄蜂-1978号仍处于发情状态。惩戒程序延长。”

  尽管基特的后穴已经被彻底肏开，当雄蜂服抽出时只能虚弱地收缩，但他的惩罚才刚刚开始变得更糟。他随即被抓住腰，被按在雄蜂服肌肉发达的身体上，然后用凭空出现的粘性带子将他捆绑起来。在他被绑成这种腹部骑乘的姿势后，基特的屁股被毫无技巧地猛地按在了雄蜂的大屌上，这突如其来的酷刑般的拉伸让他的锁精囊瞬间跳动了一下。雄蜂服粗暴的节奏再次回归，但这一次，基特是在双手被解放的情况下被操干。雄蜂用解放出来的双手，左手随着每一次颠簸挤压着基特的锁精囊，右手则玩弄着那只猫的嘴。

  这不再是关于“惩戒”，而是纯粹的享乐，雄蜂故意拔出基特嘴里的口枷，换上两根手指，让那只猫无意识地吮吸和流口水。那两根手指探遍了基特的整个口腔。他的牙齿，他的舌头，甚至他的喉咙，这几乎让他呕吐。但在他真的吐出来之前，雄蜂服又将口枷塞了回去，然后品尝了那只猫的唾液。这是极致的侮辱，其程度仅次于舔屌或拜足。当然，那在当下是不可能的，但基特的屁股无疑给了雄蜂那根黑胶肉棒极好的侍奉。

  数小时过去了，但橡胶相互撞击和摩擦发出的湿滑拍击声和吱嘎声却从未停止。在他们持续的交合下，基特和灰条身下已经形成了一大片飞溅的粘液，当那只猫的惩戒行动不受约束地继续时，这片粘液就像一张闪亮的毛毯。而且要记住，他们两人永远无法得到释放，只有持续不断渗出的前液，在数小时后，让他们的锁精囊淫荡地膨胀起来。为了理解这场繁殖的激烈程度，就连夜晚喧闹的蝉鸣和蟋蟀叫声，也盖不过他俩直到天明交合的噪音。

  “12小时惩戒程序结束。执行标准保护程序。雄蜂-1978号与1223号无指定巡逻路线。执行游荡巡逻子程序。”

  如果基特在被生生操了一整夜后还能思考，他或许会抱怨自己被捆绑和使用过度的身体有多么酸痛。但他和灰条已永远处于蓝色面罩的影响之下。这显然不同于几乎控制了灰条的紫色催眠，但对他们两人来说，其实并没有什么区别。他们都同样迷失了自我；他们残存的任何心智，或许都在祈祷着被拯救。而就在那只野蛮雄蜂抱起他们的新伙伴准备守卫这片区域时，几道紫色的光芒照在了他们身上。

  “检测到未识别机械。准备防御协议”

  紫色的光芒正是来自那些被迫永远守卫着废弃基地外围的过时雄蜂，它们最终找到了通往更低楼层的路径。这些雄蜂就像一个巨大的漂浮眼球，长着既充当着天线也用作束缚工具的金属触手。而在这些雄蜂发现被雄蜂化的狼和猫的那一刻，它们的眼睛变成了那种再熟悉不过的漩涡状紫色，试图制服两者。然而，紫色的催眠完全没有效果。这和最初发生在灰条身上的情况一样，在这种情况下，保护了他们免受更大的邪恶侵害。

  “识别到催眠攻击企图。开始反击。”

  为了回应针对灰条的催眠企图，雄蜂服将基特甩到背上，然后用强力的一拳向前冲去，先是打飞一个眼球雄蜂，接着又抓住两个并将它们砸在一起。看到它们的催眠无效，剩余的雄蜂用它们的金属触手试图束缚雄蜂服，但反被像链子末端的重物一样甩来甩去。看到自己的数量在如此短的时间内锐减，剩余的雄蜂试图飞往它们记忆中任何可能的外星基地，去向地球的入侵者报告这个奇怪的威胁，但全都被雄蜂服抓住，并同样被碾成了废铁。

  “反击成功。返回游荡巡逻子程序。”

  如果两人还有心智可以思考，他们会对这场迅速的战斗感到震惊和敬畏。很明显，这些蓝色面罩对它们的外星创造者毫无忠诚可言。也许这是一个尚未配置完成的原型？或者，也许一场背叛曾被计划过，但从未成功或执行？这也可能解释了为什么这个基地从未被回收。这些带蓝色色调的面罩是个威胁吗？现在要弄清这个问题的答案有点困难，但这些面罩完全有可能是站在人类一边的。也许需要更多的实验，但要找到一些志愿者会相当困难。然而，幸运的是，似乎会有一些可用的志愿者，因为雄蜂服听到了几阵脚步声正在靠近。

  “哇哦！这里发生了什么？！”

  “那是什么东西？！那是一只野蛮雄蜂吗？！竟然在这么深的地方？它背上是什么？”

  “大、大家准备好！这可能就是导致灰条和基特失踪的原因！”

  “检测到多个未识别个体。开始群体捕捉与雄蜂化。为多次转化准备粘液与面罩”

  “哇、哇哦！啊！小心！！！”