XIX - Time to go home

Getting the girls in the flying car really wasn't hard, and it was funny that, since you wanted to strap them in, they ended up kneeling in the backseat being **** to stare at the ceiling, both because of the nose hook and the infernal "plug- braid" thing. But it was better this way, and you really didn't want them to be bothering you during the flight, even though the shock system already helped you a lot in managing them. Those new transparent shields you had bought actually had a very interesting proposition; the funny thing is that with the rope active, they wouldn't be able to look at their own vagina again, but their pussies would be exposed to the world, probably wet, considering all the modifications that were implanted in the girls.

"This is going to be interesting." You thought while flying, and taking a look at ground, far below.

Maybe you considered yourself a little insensitive person, but you couldn't stop looking down, and the devastation that the city was in was impressive, a true chaotic mess. Good thing you had censored the back windows as an extra safety measure against curious pet girls, that at least for now, were calm.

As expected, some autonomous robots armed with tranquilizer rifles had already been delivered to your house for your safety, and that calmed you down a bit. Your landing was smooth.....