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She couldn’t tell if they were dates or friends, but the way four of them chatted together they had to know one another. “So far the only challenge I’ve had is dealing with this floor.” The fox kicked the padding, unable to make a dent in the malleable flooring. “What kind of escape room squeaks?”\n\n\n“Weird ones,” The wolf said with a shrug. “The receptionist said it was down the hall, but when’s this hall end?” He squinted, shielding his face from the fluorescent lights highlighting the black padding down the hall. Darcy followed suit, finding no discernable door in the distance. \n\n\n“The brochure said it was a funhouse escape room, but we’ve been walking way too long.” \n\n\nHe nodded. “It was a pretty big building. But something’s off. Have we been walking on an incline?” \n\n\nShe blinked, then looked to the floor. The incessant squeaking of their footsteps kept her from noticing that they were descending. When she turned to the six other players, Darcy counted that one was missing. A large bear whose name she never caught. \n\n\n“Hey, where’s the bear?” she asked. A bison woman turned to see no one behind her. She looked just as bewildered, as did the hyena man next to her. Soon the rest of the group stopped, eyes darting about to find their missing companion. \n\n\n“This his hat?” A pantheress held up a green trucker hat with a breathable mesh. Remembering it on him, Darcy nodded and reached for it. The pantheress sank into the floor when stepping. Someone reached for her only to miss her by a hair's breadth. Not even the pantheress realized what was happening until her head slipped under the floor.\n\n\nNo one heard anything.\n\n\nEveryone screamed. \n\n\nThe hyena sank into a wall he backed into. Matthew grabbed Darcy’s hand before she saw more. She ran behind him, his hold tight on her until the lights went out. The fox scarcely processed what was happening before she tripped. \n\n\nShe hit nothing. A weightlessness rippled through her body for seconds before coiling pressure wrapped around her. The fox screamed. Her echo didn’t carry. Her knuckles hit rubber one, twice, three times before something grabbed them. \n\n\n“Acquisition number 5.” A robotic voice chimed overhead. Unseen limbs tore her clothes from her. A rubbery tentacle clamped Darcy’s maw shut. Two more swatted and pinched her breasts, and another pair slipped between her legs, enticing her exposed holes for whatever it desired. \n\n\nShe pressed against a tarp of some kind. It stretched and strained, breaking over her body and compressing like a second skin. Only her head was spared initially until another wrap pulled over her head. The seconds Darcy couldn’t breathe were agony as endorphins rushed through her body. Nasal holes were opened first. Darcy smelled rubber and latex. Tiny tubes of the same material were pushed inside, keeping her nose unobstructed but robbing her of other scents. \n\n\nHer mouth was freed next only for something long and thick to make its way down her throat. Darcy’s tongue lapped it on reflex, realizing the shape of a cock before the fox started gagging from the pressure. Were it not for the tendrils massaging her throat she’d have been strangled. A thick panel locked it over her mouth. \n\n\nHer descent came to a halt. Cold metal clamped around her wrists and ankles. Solid against her struggles, they spread her out as far as they were able. The material around her eyes broke away, revealing a dark room lit by low violet lights. Three lights were lit, each over a figure clad in latex and bound like her. By their skin-tight shapes, Darcy surmised it was the bear, pantheress, and hyena from earlier. The bear and hyena had rounded latex nubs over their crotch instead of a second tendril at their crotch, with their first filling their backside. Each wore an eye-covering headset, exactly like the one descending to Darcy. A violet light illuminated over her head as it strapped in. \n\n\nShe grimaced at the sudden light from the headset, taking a moment to adjust to see a live feed played before her. The rest of the players were running through the house, having separated into different rooms in either pairs or solo acts. The screen shifted at ten-second intervals, letting her witness everything without enough time to process each unless whoever controlled it wished her to.\n\n\nA tiger slipped into a room with two doors. Two black rubber statues eerily similar to the captured players stood at the doors with signs hanging from their necks that pointed to the other. One read truthteller, the other read liar. The tiger ignored it, bum-rushing the left door. He fell into a void. Darcy heard the spot beside her light up with activity. Soon enough the tiger was beside her, wriggling in gagged fury. \n\n\n“Acquisition number 2” the robotic voice echoed. \n\n\nHelpless, Darcy watched player after player fall to elaborate traps. Latex venus flytraps, rubber quicksand, whirling carousels of struggling latex figures, and more. Each victim joined her below, wailing in their bondage until the headsets were strapped in. The feeds grew longer with less to compete with, but in her unblinking trance, Darcy noticed brief flashes of something spliced into the video. Words with images of furs covered in latex from head to toe, revealing nothing of their original form beyond their shape.\n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure. \n\n\nRhythmic breathing filled her lungs with latex-tainted air. Her body grew hot, her holes filled, her nipples teased as tendrils massaged her breasts.\n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure. \n\n\nTime crawled on. The aches of her bondage faded away. Her blinking slowed until Darcy wasn’t sure if she could anymore. One by one the contestants fell. Perilous trap, hard decisions, and sacrifices found wanting. Vibrations plagued her bound body, focusing on her clit and nipples as the tendrils inside her expanded and deflated, sizing her up for something. For someone. \n\n\nEventually, just two remained. Her date, Matthew, and a squirrel woman in a sundress. The escape room stretched on and on, with rooms greater than the building allowed. The fox assumed they were underground now. Whether it was some latex hell or a biblical one, she wasn’t sure. \n\n\nA roiling mass of latex bodies awaited the duo. A rubber boat sat tethered to a dock, with the figures acting as the lake. The only audio she heard was the text echoing from the screen.\n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nDiscovering the door behind them locked, Matthew and the squirrel untethered the vessel. The crowd of glossy figures carried them along like a rockstar surfing at a concert. The boat rocked violently, hands pushing it from side to side in the stimulation of a storm. Matthew held the squirrel tight, keeping her safe from the violent swaying of their ship. \n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nHe threw her overboard. She watched the squirrel fall with as much confusion and dread in her bones as painted across the squirrel’s face. The mass of bodies swallowed her whole, sinking her below the surface. The wolf smiled, looking directly at the camera. Directly at her. \n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nThe feed cut out. Images of rubber and latex furs crowded her vision. Depictions of service from sexually satisfying their owners, or simply acting as waitstaff or furniture overwhelmed her. Then came the masters. Their thick cocks or wet pussies demanding to be pleased. Pools of drool build from behind her gag at the thought of pleasing them. She needed to please them. Needed to be used. \n\n\nObey.\n\n\nDrone.\n\n\nPleasure.\n\n\nWith a click, she felt pressure alleviate from her skull. The headset was undone, cast aside for a new figure to take her attention. Her eyes blinked, slowly adjusting to see the wolf that brought her here standing before her. Gone were his casual clothes, replaced by a latex suit of his own that stopped at the neck.\n\n\n“I must admit, it wasn’t a fair challenge.” Matthew’s hand braced her cheek. The fox thought about pulling away, but she found it right to lean into the sensation. He smiled. “Good, the conditioning is doing its job.” \n\n\nMatthew gave her a moment to breathe after withdrawing her long cock gag. She sputtered and coughed, slowly regaining her composure. “Tell me your name,” he asked. No. He commanded. \n\n\nName. Yes, she had a name. She knew she had it. But that was all that came to mind. Her mouth hung open, the starting letting at the tip of her tongue but never voiced. Her eyes locked onto his for guidance. He smiled with satisfaction. \n\n\n“That’s right. Drones don’t need names.” \n\n\nThe praise of his words shot down her spine like electricity. His thumb slipped into her maw, grinding against her tongue. Hot and haggard breaths coated it, smoke from her inner fire. \n\n\n“I knew you’d look good in the suit.” Matthew grinned. “No one will know who you are. No one will remember what you once were. None but me and I may forget. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think you deserve a treat.”\n\n\nOne by one he released her limbs. She assumed a kneeling stance; chest puffed, mouth open, and tongue out. The clip of her leash was music. The pull of her collar was ecstatic. \n\n\nA thick mound of latex covered his crotch. She mewled, lapping at it despite his laughter. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Further conditioning will reign that in.” After pushing her away the wolf took the large dildo gag and attached it to a harness he slipped on in place of his cock. She tilted her head at the sight of it, looking up for answers. \n\n\nThe latex wolf shook his head. “I was like you, once,” he said, yanking her to the saliva-drenched rod. “An eager drone without a name. Made to obey the whims of whoever held my leash. My betters saw fit to let me hunt for more. They gave me a new name and fewer restrictions, but I have not earned pleasure within my control.”\n\n\nHe ignored her gagging and choking sounds, seemingly encouraged by them as hips smacked her chin. The fox stayed still, welcoming the abuse for the pleasure of the wolf. The other new drones struggled in their bindings, voicing grunts of frustrated arousal from her sounds. \n\n\nFree to breathe, he pushed her to a table. Without time to prepare the wet cock sank deep into moist folds. She cried out, her voice cracking in pleasure and sudden pain. Wet thrusts and squeaking latex mixed with unreserved moans. The fox rocked her hips with the wolf, eager for him. He slammed into her like he could feel it, as though the friction sank into the null bulge. \n\n\n“H-Harder,” she pleaded. He bucked into her, arm locking around the fox’s neck. She didn’t struggle, smiling at the rush of force holding her steady. “Harder,” she said again without a breath. Begging, no, demanding for more.\n\n\nHe brought her to the edge only to halt. The wolf let go, letting gravity slip her off the rod. Legs weak and arms like jelly, the latex fox struggled to hold herself. Betrayed eyes stared up at an amused glint.\n\n\n“N-no,” she spread her legs, fingering her exposed cunt, “So close. Need more. Master–”\n\n\nThe wolf batted her hand away. “A drone’s pleasure is in their obedience.” The strap-on came off, still dripping with her juices as he slid it down her maw and locked it back in. “Their ecstasy is in service. They do not beg unless their betters wish it. They are not finished until their betters say so.”\n\n\nRestraints locked her wrists and ankles together. Lifting her by the hogtie, the wolf moved her to a black box not too different from a shipping crate except for the padded interior. Once inside he strapped her down, limiting her movements to nil. \n\n\n“I’ve got to get everyone set up before the next group arrives. My next date would hate me if I was late.” The wolf latched the headset over her eyes. She heard the box bolt shut. 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Darcy’s ears twitched at the noise. Her face soured. Each step the blonde fox took squeaked across the rubber flooring of the so-called escape room she’d been invited to. Alone her footsteps were annoying. The combined steps of the group were aggravating torture.
Matthew, her date, smiled. There was something about the wolf’s smile, even when he was being genuine, that bothered her. “You said you liked challenges.”
She peered behind. Six other strangers were in their group, men and women. She couldn’t tell if they were dates or friends, but the way four of them chatted together they had to know one another. “So far the only challenge I’ve had is dealing with this floor.” The fox kicked the padding, unable to make a dent in the malleable flooring. “What kind of escape room squeaks?”
“Weird ones,” The wolf said with a shrug. “The receptionist said it was down the hall, but when’s this hall end?” He squinted, shielding his face from the fluorescent lights highlighting the black padding down the hall. Darcy followed suit, finding no discernable door in the distance.
“The brochure said it was a funhouse escape room, but we’ve been walking way too long.”
He nodded. “It was a pretty big building. But something’s off. Have we been walking on an incline?”
She blinked, then looked to the floor. The incessant squeaking of their footsteps kept her from noticing that they were descending. When she turned to the six other players, Darcy counted that one was missing. A large bear whose name she never caught.
“Hey, where’s the bear?” she asked. A bison woman turned to see no one behind her. She looked just as bewildered, as did the hyena man next to her. Soon the rest of the group stopped, eyes darting about to find their missing companion.
“This his hat?” A pantheress held up a green trucker hat with a breathable mesh. Remembering it on him, Darcy nodded and reached for it. The pantheress sank into the floor when stepping. Someone reached for her only to miss her by a hair's breadth. Not even the pantheress realized what was happening until her head slipped under the floor.
No one heard anything.
Everyone screamed.
The hyena sank into a wall he backed into. Matthew grabbed Darcy’s hand before she saw more. She ran behind him, his hold tight on her until the lights went out. The fox scarcely processed what was happening before she tripped.
She hit nothing. A weightlessness rippled through her body for seconds before coiling pressure wrapped around her. The fox screamed. Her echo didn’t carry. Her knuckles hit rubber one, twice, three times before something grabbed them.
“Acquisition number 5.” A robotic voice chimed overhead. Unseen limbs tore her clothes from her. A rubbery tentacle clamped Darcy’s maw shut. Two more swatted and pinched her breasts, and another pair slipped between her legs, enticing her exposed holes for whatever it desired.
She pressed against a tarp of some kind. It stretched and strained, breaking over her body and compressing like a second skin. Only her head was spared initially until another wrap pulled over her head. The seconds Darcy couldn’t breathe were agony as endorphins rushed through her body. Nasal holes were opened first. Darcy smelled rubber and latex. Tiny tubes of the same material were pushed inside, keeping her nose unobstructed but robbing her of other scents.
Her mouth was freed next only for something long and thick to make its way down her throat. Darcy’s tongue lapped it on reflex, realizing the shape of a cock before the fox started gagging from the pressure. Were it not for the tendrils massaging her throat she’d have been strangled. A thick panel locked it over her mouth.
Her descent came to a halt. Cold metal clamped around her wrists and ankles. Solid against her struggles, they spread her out as far as they were able. The material around her eyes broke away, revealing a dark room lit by low violet lights. Three lights were lit, each over a figure clad in latex and bound like her. By their skin-tight shapes, Darcy surmised it was the bear, pantheress, and hyena from earlier. The bear and hyena had rounded latex nubs over their crotch instead of a second tendril at their crotch, with their first filling their backside. Each wore an eye-covering headset, exactly like the one descending to Darcy. A violet light illuminated over her head as it strapped in.
She grimaced at the sudden light from the headset, taking a moment to adjust to see a live feed played before her. The rest of the players were running through the house, having separated into different rooms in either pairs or solo acts. The screen shifted at ten-second intervals, letting her witness everything without enough time to process each unless whoever controlled it wished her to.
A tiger slipped into a room with two doors. Two black rubber statues eerily similar to the captured players stood at the doors with signs hanging from their necks that pointed to the other. One read truthteller, the other read liar. The tiger ignored it, bum-rushing the left door. He fell into a void. Darcy heard the spot beside her light up with activity. Soon enough the tiger was beside her, wriggling in gagged fury.
“Acquisition number 2” the robotic voice echoed.
Helpless, Darcy watched player after player fall to elaborate traps. Latex venus flytraps, rubber quicksand, whirling carousels of struggling latex figures, and more. Each victim joined her below, wailing in their bondage until the headsets were strapped in. The feeds grew longer with less to compete with, but in her unblinking trance, Darcy noticed brief flashes of something spliced into the video. Words with images of furs covered in latex from head to toe, revealing nothing of their original form beyond their shape.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
Rhythmic breathing filled her lungs with latex-tainted air. Her body grew hot, her holes filled, her nipples teased as tendrils massaged her breasts.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
Time crawled on. The aches of her bondage faded away. Her blinking slowed until Darcy wasn’t sure if she could anymore. One by one the contestants fell. Perilous trap, hard decisions, and sacrifices found wanting. Vibrations plagued her bound body, focusing on her clit and nipples as the tendrils inside her expanded and deflated, sizing her up for something. For someone.
Eventually, just two remained. Her date, Matthew, and a squirrel woman in a sundress. The escape room stretched on and on, with rooms greater than the building allowed. The fox assumed they were underground now. Whether it was some latex hell or a biblical one, she wasn’t sure.
A roiling mass of latex bodies awaited the duo. A rubber boat sat tethered to a dock, with the figures acting as the lake. The only audio she heard was the text echoing from the screen.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
Discovering the door behind them locked, Matthew and the squirrel untethered the vessel. The crowd of glossy figures carried them along like a rockstar surfing at a concert. The boat rocked violently, hands pushing it from side to side in the stimulation of a storm. Matthew held the squirrel tight, keeping her safe from the violent swaying of their ship.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
He threw her overboard. She watched the squirrel fall with as much confusion and dread in her bones as painted across the squirrel’s face. The mass of bodies swallowed her whole, sinking her below the surface. The wolf smiled, looking directly at the camera. Directly at her.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
The feed cut out. Images of rubber and latex furs crowded her vision. Depictions of service from sexually satisfying their owners, or simply acting as waitstaff or furniture overwhelmed her. Then came the masters. Their thick cocks or wet pussies demanding to be pleased. Pools of drool build from behind her gag at the thought of pleasing them. She needed to please them. Needed to be used.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.
With a click, she felt pressure alleviate from her skull. The headset was undone, cast aside for a new figure to take her attention. Her eyes blinked, slowly adjusting to see the wolf that brought her here standing before her. Gone were his casual clothes, replaced by a latex suit of his own that stopped at the neck.
“I must admit, it wasn’t a fair challenge.” Matthew’s hand braced her cheek. The fox thought about pulling away, but she found it right to lean into the sensation. He smiled. “Good, the conditioning is doing its job.”
Matthew gave her a moment to breathe after withdrawing her long cock gag. She sputtered and coughed, slowly regaining her composure. “Tell me your name,” he asked. No. He commanded.
Name. Yes, she had a name. She knew she had it. But that was all that came to mind. Her mouth hung open, the starting letting at the tip of her tongue but never voiced. Her eyes locked onto his for guidance. He smiled with satisfaction.
“That’s right. Drones don’t need names.”
The praise of his words shot down her spine like electricity. His thumb slipped into her maw, grinding against her tongue. Hot and haggard breaths coated it, smoke from her inner fire.
“I knew you’d look good in the suit.” Matthew grinned. “No one will know who you are. No one will remember what you once were. None but me and I may forget. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think you deserve a treat.”
One by one he released her limbs. She assumed a kneeling stance; chest puffed, mouth open, and tongue out. The clip of her leash was music. The pull of her collar was ecstatic.
A thick mound of latex covered his crotch. She mewled, lapping at it despite his laughter. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Further conditioning will reign that in.” After pushing her away the wolf took the large dildo gag and attached it to a harness he slipped on in place of his cock. She tilted her head at the sight of it, looking up for answers.
The latex wolf shook his head. “I was like you, once,” he said, yanking her to the saliva-drenched rod. “An eager drone without a name. Made to obey the whims of whoever held my leash. My betters saw fit to let me hunt for more. They gave me a new name and fewer restrictions, but I have not earned pleasure within my control.”
He ignored her gagging and choking sounds, seemingly encouraged by them as hips smacked her chin. The fox stayed still, welcoming the abuse for the pleasure of the wolf. The other new drones struggled in their bindings, voicing grunts of frustrated arousal from her sounds.
Free to breathe, he pushed her to a table. Without time to prepare the wet cock sank deep into moist folds. She cried out, her voice cracking in pleasure and sudden pain. Wet thrusts and squeaking latex mixed with unreserved moans. The fox rocked her hips with the wolf, eager for him. He slammed into her like he could feel it, as though the friction sank into the null bulge.
“H-Harder,” she pleaded. He bucked into her, arm locking around the fox’s neck. She didn’t struggle, smiling at the rush of force holding her steady. “Harder,” she said again without a breath. Begging, no, demanding for more.
He brought her to the edge only to halt. The wolf let go, letting gravity slip her off the rod. Legs weak and arms like jelly, the latex fox struggled to hold herself. Betrayed eyes stared up at an amused glint.
“N-no,” she spread her legs, fingering her exposed cunt, “So close. Need more. Master–”
The wolf batted her hand away. “A drone’s pleasure is in their obedience.” The strap-on came off, still dripping with her juices as he slid it down her maw and locked it back in. “Their ecstasy is in service. They do not beg unless their betters wish it. They are not finished until their betters say so.”
Restraints locked her wrists and ankles together. Lifting her by the hogtie, the wolf moved her to a black box not too different from a shipping crate except for the padded interior. Once inside he strapped her down, limiting her movements to nil.
“I’ve got to get everyone set up before the next group arrives. My next date would hate me if I was late.” The wolf latched the headset over her eyes. She heard the box bolt shut. In the darkness, the fox wondered what would become of her.
Then the screen played and she stopped thinking. Drones didn’t need to think. Just obey.
Obey.
Drone.
Pleasure.",
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