Go where you can better see

You decide that information is likely your best bet in winning, and the area with noise would likely have the most. So you set off cautiously toward the light, moving as quickly and quietly as your rubber suit will allow. You can’t help but feel aroused by the combination of the constricting second skin and the tense anticipation of avoiding detection.

You finally exit the dank hallway, and duck behind the nearest object while you survey the room. It seems to be designed as one of the training stages for processed slaves. An entire wall is filled with rubber clad individuals bound in various position. Each had a screen next to them, with a designator, a label for which stage of training they were on, and a percentage of completion. The ones early early in their training seemed to be getting a mixture of subliminal messaging and over pleasure, while those later in the training were in various forms of pain and orgasm denial. None seemed to be past 50 percent of the training, leading you to suspect that portion took place else where. You were certainly glad you weren’t in those bonds, especially when you realized that they may not be AI but other players who have been captured. The ones maintaining them were dressed similarly to you, except that they had metal chastity belts covering their genitals. Each were so similarly formed you didn’t know if the drones were even male or female as they went about their duties, adjusting the torments of those in training.

A grunt infront of you startles you, and you realize you were hiding behind a trapped figure. You realize it’s a girl, as she has two large dildos pumping into her in rhythm with whatever she is **** into watching, only to stop each time she gets close to cumming. That must be torcherous, and you could try to free her or others in your escape attempt, though that would seriously draw attention from the monitoring rubber drones.