HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 3 (22/?) - END

You force thoughts of yourself into your brain and try to retain yourself. I am a lynx, I was born in... I grew up... w-where am I from? You find to your own horror that you can no longer recall your own name. You force other thoughts into your brain, what your favorite food is, what you like, you like to service others... no, wait, that's not it. You enjoy being obedient... no.. You love being someone's drone.. yes...

You feel your body contort and twitch as a sudden rush of pleasure washes over you. It rises from your crotch and travels up your spine like lighting. You squirm and orgasm. You would cum if... The bear's firm grasp finds it's way around your crotch and you feel your stiff cock pressed down and into your pelvis. You feel your brain shake and spasm, the feeling so equally intense, you surrender. You feel your fingers reduced to nubs, your cock sealed and molded into a bulge, your thoughts become sluggish. Your body begins to react with the presence of other rubbery creatures surrounding you. The numbness is interrupted by an aching sensation. You feel something press hard into your soft, rubbery head. It swirls around and you feel your own personality mixed with the rubber. The hand reaches deeper inside you and you submit. The ache sensation diminishes as you feel the hand retract. You feel a strong connection between your own body and that of the rubber hand that commands you.

You... are no longer you. Your identity slowly dissolves in the mass of rubbery goo and you're released.

The bear reaches into the drone's head and fishes around. Finally, he grasps something and pulls it out. It is a pink, plastic card. He pockets it. The bear looks down at the drone, satisfied and pleased with his creation. The new drone stands much shorter than the rest, its kobold physique looking much softer than the rest. The horns protrude out, a mark and reminder of who this once was.

"Come on, we have a show to put on, get moving."

The bear holds the kobold drone in place as the others move in single file towards the Big Top. He watches them leave before looking down at it.

"As per tradition, I mark the ones I own," the bear says with a smile.

He flops out his thick cock from behind his rubbery jockstrap. Its rubbery like his gloved hand; he stuffs it into the drone's face. It sinks in like his hand with a satisfying squeak. The rubber tightens around the bear's cock as he lets out a low huff. He feels the drone's excitement and pleasure as he sinks further into it. After a few minutes, he groans and pumps his load deep into the drone's head. It shivers and squeaks as the bear releases his grip on the drone and stuffs his cock back into his jockstrap.

The drone stands at attention, ready for its next command.

LIFE LOST, 2 REMAINING..

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> Try to lose the oncoming drones.
> Stall for time.