A latex NoLegs slave belonging to the Bush Republics' army in the Empire of New Hope. Permanently sealed inside their shiny, pretty suits, these slaves come in various designs and perform logistical tasks, maintenance, and day-to-day activities so soldiers can spend more time training, exercising, and patrolling. The life of an army slave is tough. They do find some off time now and then to try and nub their nulls or hang around and enjoy the scenery, but they can't wander too far with those collars they wear which will lightly shock them to debilitate their movement and alert a patrol to come pick them up for punishment. Punishment usually entails something simple, time efficient, and easy like putting them in a heated latex-lined coffin for a short while to remind them that they are just toys and slaves.

They huff their own hot, musty, stale air through their drone masks. They have to perform menial tasks all day in the heat as their thick, permanent new bodies squeak and resist their every movement. Their bulges edged and grinding between their legs as they press on. Not to mention the claustrophobic feeling of being tightly encased itself. They shake and quiver all day as their pent up hypersexualized suits make them constantly horny and their efforts just make them constantly tired and hot.

Even after their workshift working hard and even being fucked endlessly by the free citizen soldiers themselves, their torment doesn't end there. They're treated like toys and tools being sealed up in rubber vaccuum packages and stacked together huffing through tubes as they sleep. They are cycled in and out as needed and often spend 3 out of 7 days of the week purely in storage. They'll be moved around wherever they are needed, dangling upside-down from the ceiling of the supply truck squirming in their bags and bumping and squeaking into each-other while tightly packed in there. Heck, they're often left in the truck at supply depots until they are needed on schedule and simply force-fed nutrient paste through their combined tubes.

The slaves hump each-other in sheer desperation and they can feel each-other thrusting their crotches onto their butts in the dark when left in the truck. Anywhere slaves are stored you can hear the rhythmic thrusting of hips, erotic moans, cries, and huffs of the slaves, and the endless squeaking muffled by their containers as to not disturb the soldiers with the endless cacophony of rubber. The slaves, however, have to endure the endless orchestra of loud squeaking and grinding latex their struggling creates.