hypnovecks:He had wandered around the forest lost for days when he first caught a glimpse of a str
hypnovecks: He had wandered around the forest lost for days when he first caught a glimpse of a strange black figure in the distance. He kept his distance from the figure, only getting close enough as to not lose track of it. He followed it further and further into the forest, hoping that it would lead him to some form of civilization. As the hours drew on, he watched the figure approach a wall of dense fog and stop for only a moment before entering. Cursing his luck, the young man knew he wouldn’t be able to follow the figure from this far away, not in the fog and ran after it. He rushed into the fog and immediately noticed that it felt strange. He could still breath fine but there was a faint taste to it, one that he couldn’t place. The scent hung in the back of his throat and seemed to nag at his mind. He looked around for the figure but couldn’t see anything in the fog. He continued walking deeper in, the scent never leaving him. He lost track of time as he wandered through the fog, his mind slowly drifting as he walked. Hours had passed before a cracking twig broke him free of his stupor. He turned around to see the figure, now clearly clad in right rubber and gasmask, its’ eyes hidden behind thick darkened lenses. As strange as the figure was, he didn’t feel afraid. He didn’t really feel alarmed in any way, quite the opposite. The figure approached him slowly and extended its’ hand toward him. He looked down and saw that it was handing him a mask similar to its’ own. Without thinking he took the mask from the figure and held it in his hands. The rubber felt amazing to this touch and he found himself growing hard just thinking about it. He wanted to feel it more, he HAD to feel more. With little hesitation, he lifted up the mask and wrapped it around his face. The smell of the fog, the smell of rubber, intensified tenfold as it invaded his very being. The feel of the rubber on his face and head nearly made him cum on the spot but he needed more. He looked through the dark lenses of his mask at the rubbery figure in front of him. He wanted to feel the rubber all over him, he NEEDS to feel the rubber. He NEEDS to follow. He NEEDS to obey. He NEEDS to be a DRONE. He NEEDS to be a DRONEHe NEEDS to Obey He IS a DRONEHe WILL Obey DRONE WILL OBEY…DRONE WILL OBEY…DRONE WILL OBEY… Drone stood there for a few moments as the rubber invaded its’ mind when finally it spoke. “Drone 11504 AWAITING ORDERS”“Drone 11504 WILL OBEY” The rubbery figure turned around slowly and walked into the fog with 11504 following behind, ready to serve…ready to OBEY. -- source link