The A.I. doesn’t care

The outlaw’s plea fell on deaf ears. He felt was was almost like a spray from a bottle as he lower half was being thoroughly coated by a slick chemical.

Mark shudders as it left an odd tingling feeling on his body before gasping and struggling loudly when the machine used one of its tentacles to spread his cheeks a bit open to thoroughly coat his backdoor before going for his dick, as the tentacle coiled and shifted around it as if to help cot the liquid.

Mark gasped and tried to resist a low moan from the tentacle’s ****. The outlaw once again squirmed violently while the tentacle was groping and stroking his balls, it wasn’t until he felt his body shift in the vent that his blood froze again.

Whatever the oil was it certainly did its work, the outlaw was no longer stuck in shaft as any attempts to grip anything to stop his fall failed as slips through down the long dark chute with a scream of terror.