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Its main prerogative has been decided, its rubber casing changes to a vibrant, yellow colour marking its new assigned role within the society. The drone has no choice in the matter, it’s empty brain is waiting to be filled with orders to carry out diligently.
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Originally posted to MetalbondNYC.com Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, my headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.…
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First posted on Nifty.org, copyright PupTrebleNYC The boy in the rubber suit would have screamed if he were able to. He was being transported against his will at a fast speed away from his three masters. Q’s wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, legs, knees, and feet were all strapped tightly to the…
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The rubberised suit clings to your body as you embrace your new life as a heroic, playtoy. Kept behind a plastic covering within your packaging…
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Originally Posted to RubberZone.com. One of my older stories I thought I’d lost. “Ah! I see your waking up Mr. Martin.”“Wh?.. Where?..My head….”“Yes, unfortunately I had to sedate you. You were proving a little reluctant to come with me.” Alex looked towards the deep-sounding voice. The owner was a short,…
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Written By X5960 and Proof Read by X3199 Prologue It was a Monday when the world government informed the population that Future Industries had been given control over all of humanity’s media. At this point, no one had yet realized what a grave mistake their leaders had made in allowing this to happen. …
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