Sex Pods Factory

“You don’t know the watchers, Unseen. Today, one may be a good person using a surrogate for pleasure; tomorrow, perhaps not.”

Going underground with a stalker. He visited the fuck factory every day, hoping to meet me. And here we are, fucking together.

An insider’s look at the Fuck Factory. Toilets were assembled in the center of a small room, with a giant hole down to another level. Sex couldn’t be more transactional than a pussy vending machine.

New experiment at the Fuck Factory. The warehouse was becoming an amazing, mad genius’s workshop with rows of pods stacked three high.

Who Is Unseen? Where Did I Come From… Why do I exist? What have I done? Have they finally caught me?

I’m not unseen, well… actually, I am pretty invisible when I want to be. This is my name, you see, Unseen.