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Terrified, wounded and now out of ammo , Sentinel Clarke staggered down the tight passageway.

Panting as he moved, gasping for breath. He was the last one left, the last member of his entire Sentinel force still alive.

He could hear them behind him.

Stalking him, hunting him down.

They knew they had him, knew he was out of ammunition, out of contact with base, and out of companions.

The passageway through which he was fleeing was long and straight, barely wide enough for his shoulders. It had grey steel walls studded with rivets--the kind you find on a Jovian military vessel, a warship.

Wincing in fear, Clarke arrived at a bulkhead doorway and fell clumsily through it, landing in a stateroom. He reached up and pulled the heavy steel door shut behind him.

The door closed and he spun the flywheel.

A second later, the great steel door shuddered violently, pounded from the other side.

His face covered in sweat, Clarke breathed deeply, glad for the brief reprieve.

He'd seen what they had done to his teammates, and been horrified.

No soldier deserved to go through that, their bodies and mind desecrated in such a vile manner. Being a Sentinel for the Mars Theocracy, they had been trained to face death with honor and courage, but these creatures weren't killing, they were doing unspeakable things to his battalion.

Clarke and his battalions were genetic chimeras designed with basis on the genetic material of dolphins and humans, breed as the supreme soldier of Mars.

He cursed the people in Intelligence, they had expected it to be a simple raid against the Jovian Technocracy, they had never even seen these abominations before, they were something completely new, maybe even alien. The mission had started normal enough with a quick exchange of fire through the portal, breach charges to open the doors to the laboratory, but then things got a turn for the worse really fast. Now he could see that they had been lured deep into the structure before the creatures attacked so that they couldn't escape easily.

They couldn't be human, their bodies were fully covered in some kind of glossy black rubber, the only kind of armor they wore was some strange hard piece in their chest that seemed to do little more than accentuate their slim waists. The most horrifying thing about then however, was the lack of face. Their heads lacked eyes and had only a hint of a nose.

The Sentinels had thought at first that they had encountered some kind of weird deviant, but before they could react they were being touched, groped by the creatures and to their horror they discovered that the creature's touch could spread some kind of black viscous liquid that spread and covered their skins. He saw Sentinel after Sentinel been taken by the creatures, not only their bodies, but also their minds being converted by those disgusting creatures.

He fell to the ground, thinking of all the men he had lost to those abominations. He dropped his gun and took off his armor, the heavy equipment seemed to be useless against those creatures.

He begun to think about Victor being taken, the man had been just at his side when one of the creatures jumped on him, kissing him deeply. Just like that, Victor threw his weapon aside and embraced the creature, the glossy rubber quickly had covered Victor's body as the two of them begun to grope and rub against each other, the rubber squeaking loudly and their moans of pleasure filled the room.

Without even noticing, he had begun to touch himself.

All those moans resonating through the entire structure as sentinel after sentinel fell prey to the creature, reduced to a mindless thing that would take part in frenzied sex acts.

It was so wrong, they were holy warriors, they had took abstinence votes the day they had received their rank.

Clarke felt strangely hot. Had the life support system begun to fail? He begun to take off his shirt and his pants without even noticing, his cock felt strangely stiff in his underwear, when he accidentally brushed against it sent a jolt of warm pleasure through his body.

He jumped to his feet scared at first, but then as curiosity took over he touched once again tentatively.

He moaned loudly.

He jumped in a mix of fear and surprise. What the hell he was doing?!

He paced around the room, breathing rapidly and trying to focus his mind, ignoring what had just happened. He could hear the moans more clearly now, those freaks were going at it with all their forces, in a disgusting, horrendous, enticing, arousing...

He caught himself rubbing against his cock, biting his lips.

No! What was happening?!

Had he been affected?

He quickly inspected his body, but there was no signal of that black substance in his arms or chest. He took off his pants, inspected his legs and tail, but couldn't find any trace of infection. Could he be going crazy by himself?

No! He was a Sentinel, a holy warrior! He shouldn't be tempted by those carnal temptations!

He punched a wall, he hated those disgusting creature with their glossy skins and their mindless devotion, completely inhibited and... No! He hated them! He is going to take them and... And... He couldn't think straight, the images of debauched glossy creatures coming for him, rubbing, licking, showing him pleasures he had never even know existed.

Before he could caught himself he saw black rubbery hands guiding him, pulling down his pants and showing him how to please himself.

"Oh, god...," Clarke sighed as he enlaced his fingers around his cock, his breath ragged and troubled. He was absolutely stiff, his cock was hotter and harder than he could ever remember it being. With no hesitation, the black rubbery hands guided his own hands. Clarke could see their eyeless faces all around him, showing him the places of pleasure of his body. He knew he should resist it, his rational mind tried to raise an objection, but he instead he allowed himself to be taken.

The rubbery hands delineated his body, taking a long time in his sensible dorsal fin and his long tail, coating them in rubber and making them disappear as he became exactly like then, just another drone.

"No... No..." With a subdued gasp, he twisted and turned as if he could escape their embrace. It was like opening a completely new world to himself, and he couldn't let it go.

It was different from anything he had experienced before, an encroaching warmth, a fiery desire that spread from his cock as his jerked it, he couldn't stop himself anymore. Clarke jerked with all the force he could manage and was rewarded with waves of flaring pleasure coursing up and down his spine.

With a desperate scream, Clarke arched his back and froze. Within a second, pulses of red-hot delight ripped through his body, one after the other the creatures outside climaxed loudly until he couldn't remember anything else and he climaxed in a shattering orgasm.

He collapsed on the floor, panting madly. He was losing his mind to those creatures...

There was black on his tights.

He reflexively tried to clean glossy rubbery substance away with his hands, but it simply kept spreading. It was strangely pleasurable, a warm and tingling sensation that almost invited him for more of that exhilarating sensations of the orgasm.

He tried to resist, he recited his mantras and bit his own hand, but now the room smelled strongly of his own semen. The lustful moans of the creatures outside resonated louder than ever.

He needed to escape this hellish place before he completely lost his mind, they must be able to cure him if he could get back to his base.

With his legs still trembling he spun the flywheel and pushed open the heavy metal door. He run as fast as his trembling legs would take his, the tights corridors blurring into his vision as the strong smell of rubber, sex and sweat filled his lungs. The moans now filled his world; every dark corner filled with more of the creatures in depraved acts of unbound lust. They invited him to their middle, to take part in their acts.

Clarke kept running, the tingling sensation still spreading through his legs until it hit his soft cock. He fell to the ground immediately, the rubber covering it completely and touching every nerve ending on the way, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. He screamed in bliss as it coated his cock, his eyes turning into his head as an astonishing ejaculation spurted, even more than his first one. He could feel the happiness of the creatures all around, they were coming for him.

He forced himself to get up; the black substance now covered most of his legs and creeped up through his belly, his feet had been reshaped by it, they weren't digitigrade anymore, but plantigrade. He kept running, the creatures now seemed content simply to wait him fail, they howled and growled in pure desire. He could feel the rubbery tendrils burying deep into his mind.

He punched the elevator button and almost jumped inside, falling inside as the doors closed. The substance forced itself against his back, quickly penetrating his asshole. He felt a whole new kind of pleasure as it spread his hole, flooding his insides with rubber.

Without thought he fingered himself in a lust frenzy, explored his new insides and felt the rubbery coating that made every touch a jolt of pleasure. He could hear the voices of the creatures inviting him to lose himself in the pleasure, to simply let go and become one of them.

With an explosion of pleasure he reached a new peak, screaming and moaning in a mindless and unstoppable orgasm, cumming non-stop on the floor.

The black rubber now had covered all the way to his chest, had completely covered his legs and consumed his tail.

He couldn't stop jerking and fingering himself, getting up with one hand while the other could kept stroking his cock and fingering his now eager ass, cum dripped from his tights.

He stumbled ahead, almost falling with each step as the rubber kept filling his holes, permeating his insides.

There was dimming sunlight ahead, but at his back, he could listen to the mindless creatures calling for him.

He fell to his knee, drooling and madly jerking off; the rubber covered most of his body, disappeared with his dorsal fin and his webbed fingers, crawling through his neck. He felt its tentacles touching his mind, flaring his arousal. It was so easy to simply let go, to allow himself to become a simple minded sex maniac.

He crawled ahead; even the simple action of putting a foot in front of the other was too much for his mind. He left a trail of cum behind him, dripping from his stiff and fiery cock.

With all his force, he punched one of the consoles in the wall, trying to focus all his mind in a simple task. He wouldn't be controlled by this thing! He pushed the cables, trying to remember what little he had studied from electricity in the past as his mind screamed for him to finger himself.

He grabbed a pair of red wires, snapped them open and forced them right over his heart. The electric jolt hit him like a sledgehammer. He woke up some time later, he still felt the glossy black substance covering the entirety of his body, but the voices had stopped. He walked out of the base, calling for an immediate extraction. Maybe at base he could find some help, maybe they could revert whatever had happened to him, but he knew for sure that he was horny as hell.