Pentazer was on his way home from university one night, a night that should have been like any other. Having wrapped up his financial studies for the day, his mind is melting down as numbers and concepts blur together. While walking back to the dorm, the cool night’s breeze feels like a relief, that is, until he feels something hard slap against the back of his neck and head. Accosted by an unknown assailant, the dragon roars in surprise before he feels a sharp sting at the top of his spine. The effeminate dragon cries out in anguish as his entire body tenses up. Darkness sweeps over him quickly and he loses consciousness before he even hits the ground. There’s no way to know just long he was out for, but he awakens, it’s to the sound of industrial machines, hydraulics and distant barely intelligible cries for mercy and release, amid the unnerving, faint sounds of orgasmic moaning. Laying on his back, atop a series of padded plates, the dragon comes to. The plates cushion and support his comfortably as he lay there. Behind the plates, his massive, draconic wings are both contained inside a large, robotic pod. Numerous pipes and wires run all over its ovular surface. Pentazer’s eyes flutter as he can feel some sort of warm gel flowing steadily over his wings, providing a steady stroking sensation to the arms and membranes. As he tries to spread them, they run into the walls of the cocoon. As he tries to sit up, he immediately recognizes a mechanical collar is wrapped around his throat. Attached via a tether to the padded plate behind his head, the collar seems to pull back at his throat, confirming his guess that it’s designed to cinch his head back against the plate to keep him from moving too far from it. He’s not afforded much time to contemplate this, as the most striking feature to his predicament comes to his consciousness. He’s completely naked. Realizing this, Pentazer notices a refreshingly cool breeze that blows through the fur of nude, draconic body. Pentazer's green, slit-pupiled eyes narrow as he realizes his helpless situation. The mechanical collar around his throat tightens slightly, a reminder of his restraint. As he comes to realize the alien situation, his soft, flowing fur bristles with unease. "Unngh, wh-where am I?" The dragon asks into the void. He starts to lift his head to get a better view of the situation. The restraint deck he's laying on recognizes that its captive has awoken and begins to activate its restraint procedures and prepare the subject for handling. It whirs to life as its padded plates adjust to Pentazer's movements. Around his thighs and biceps, wrists and ankles, a series of arches spin around from behind, looming just a centimeter from each limb. Their interior swiftly inflate providing a form fitting and tight cuff that binds him. Another, belt like ring loops over his hourglass waist and likewise, inflates to snugly secure his hips and back to the plate behind. “Ungh!” He grunts and tugs on his arms and legs, the straps on his limbs hold him fast to the padded support plates, but the plates themselves move with his limbs. Now matter how he flail, the back supports keep him on his back, facing up. "What, why am I naked, where the- ACK!" The mechanical collar pulls back, forcing Pentazer's head back against the padded plate behind it with a dominating yank. The dragon gags as the collar pulls his head back. He quickly looks down over his body, the collar only allowing him to pull his head a few centimetres from the head rest. He can see the inflated cuffs securely binding his narrow ankles and slender thighs. Turning his head left and right, he can see his wrists and biceps are bound to the padded articulated plates, holding them slightly above his head. "Oh fuck, what's going on. Where am I?" The dragon's voice is full of panic and the collar gradually winds back, pulling his head back against the head rest. As he turns his head side to side, the head rest plate pivots just a little, reducing his movement significantly, but still allowing a small ability to look around. There is a sudden jerking motion followed by a hum of electric motors. The entire restraint deck the dragon is attached to, begins to move along a rail track, like a conveyor. There's other, similar restraint decks ahead and behind him, but they're devoid of occupants. “This is impossible!” He cries out, his voice carried on into the industrial hive. As the restraint deck moves along the track, Pentazer can see the facility surrounding him. The massive, industrial complex stretches endlessly in every direction. The walls are lined with rows upon rows of identical pairs of mechanical arms and hydraulic pump machines. These countless mechanical arrays reaching out like the tentacles of some eldritch, machine horror. The floor, if it can even be called a floor, is almost 40 meters beneath him and is composed of nothing but an intricate network of pipes and wires. Above, nearly a hundred meters up, the ceiling is a maze of catwalks and maintenance platforms. Numerous rails weave and run through the hollow space, each one carrying either decks like the one Pentazer’s bound to, or the erotic looking machine pairs that he’s yet to get a good look at. Of all that he can see, he seems to be the only living one here. The track carries the effeminate male along the winding track on a journey that takes a few, anxiety inducing minutes. As he's ferried along, a complicated array of machines are approaching on a separate track. They seem to be made up of a large hydraulic arms from above and a smaller hydraulic piston below. The approaching machine array above slows down, as the restraint deck below approaches on the track. The two slowly move into alignment, preparing to integrate and connect together. The dragon snorts out through his flared nostrils as he sees the mechanized array approaching from above on a separate track. The dragon begins to twist his hips and pull on his restraints, testing them against his draconic strength. "What, what the hell is that? Why am I here?!" He looks along the track he's on, hoping to find answers, but as the restraint deck starts to fit itself between the hydraulic machine arm above, and the pneumatic housing below he gulps. Over the dragon's left hip, a strange, articulated mechanical arm with a flexible, metallic silver pouch at the tip, swivels into view. The articulated mechanical is poised toward his pelvis. The silver pouch opened, revealing a cushioned interior lined with soft, massaging nubs. The arm lowers itself down his front and lines up between the dragon's long, slender legs before curling around to aim upward. The fluff dragon stares in horror as the pouch moves toward his scrotum. Moving up, the pouch envelops the dragon's entire scrotum and testicles within its plush confines. Once the furry reptile's ballsack is captured, he can feel the nubs begin to gently pulse and vibrate around his most sensitive area. The pouch constricts around his balls, slowly undulating, rolling and massaging his nuts. As it sucks his balls into it's housing, Pentazer rolls his head back and groans in awkward, uncomfortable pleasure. The pouch tightens around his sack into a silvery, form fit. The mechanical arm keeps the pouch in place, relative to his his hips, following his wiggling so that it can keep his precious valuable balls secure, no matter how he struggles. All around him, a whirring sound is heard as the electric servos of the restraint deck prepare to calibrate its new occupant into the ready state. The restraint deck whirs and shifts beneath Pentazer as it prepares to position him for the approaching machine’s looming, overhead arm. It begins to descend toward him. Below, a hydraulic housing with a silicon probe protruding from front rises up toward him. The padded plates behind his thighs and calves begin to slide apart, forcefully spreading his digitigrade legs out. The plates supporting his lower back and hips then pushes forward, tilting his pelvis up to expose his genitals in the most erotic way. The mechanical arm holding the pouch over his testicles adjusts its angle, with his thrust out hips, keeping the device snug against his scrotum, all the while the pouch pulses and massages his testicles. As Pentazer's slender, furry thighs are pulled further apart the hydraulic piston moves up between them and a series of latching sounds can be heard below as it connects to the deck’s crescent shaped frame. The restraint deck forces his knees bent and footpaws pressed flat to the cushioned surface. Gradually, the plates adjust him until he's moved from laying on his back to being positioned into a reclined, seated posture with his legs spread out, his hips thrust forward and arms up just above his head. Above, the mechanical arm begins to lower down, as it moves, the whir of electric motors can be heard. On the inner side of the industrial looking, hydraulic arm, there's a chrome, pneumatic tube over a meter long. The tube is fitted inside the arm and set inside a semicircular track that holds it in place. The bottom of the chrome, pneumatic tube is dripping a clear fluid constantly from within. It falls onto Pentazer’s furry abdomen, matting his fur down. Slowly it moves down the length of his torso, toward the dragon's sheath. Four red laser dots light up and zero in on his sheath. The hydraulic arm makes series of small, precise adjustments, using tracking lasers to line itself up perfectly with the male's targeted housing. If it wasn't apparent already, this apparatus looks disturbingly like some over-complex milking machine. “No, this can’t be happening.” Pentazer swallows and starts to shiver. The milking apparatus moves into position and waits, mere centimetres above Pentazer's sheath. Below, the lower apparatus between his legs appears to some kind of anal probe device. Four red lights can be seen around the silicon penetrator as the device moves into position. It's own targeting lasers pinpoint the fluff dragon's tight anus and pauses a few centimetres away from his virgin hole. Pentazer clenches his shiny, black teeth with anxiety as his eyes trace over the milking apparatus. There is an electric pump with a large, glass reservoir attached to it. From the pump, a braided, flexible tube hangs loosely down and attaches to the side of the milking sleeve. As his eyes follow the tube to the milker, an LED display flickers to life next to the pneumatic tube, capturing the fluff’s attention. It reads the following: Species: Dragon (Furred) Sex: Male Orgasm Number: 0 Current Ejaculate Volume: 0 ml Extracted Semen Quota: 1,500 ml Orgasms remaining in shift: Pending analysis The slender framed dragon grimaces and his wings flex in their confines, the gel flowing over them massages the anxiety from captive limbs. As the deck finishes preparing Pentazer for his fate, a set of mechanical arms reach down below and grasp Pentazer's tail. Like the bindings of his limbs, a series of rings inflate to form a firm grip on his long, prehensile limb. The arms pull it back and up, underneath the deck, toward the machine’s crescent shaped framework. The arms keep his secured and out of the way of the anal probe. Now that Pentazer’s fully prepared and feeling extremely vulnerable, the mechanical arm arms its silicone probe, its tapered, has a nozzle tip is poised at the entrance to Pentazer's tight anus. With a hydraulic hum, the probe begins to press forward. As it approaches, it sprays clear lubricant from that nozzle, directly at the dragon's pert tailhole. Moments later it gradually begins penetrating the dragon's rear passage. Pentazer grunts hard and clenches his teeth tightly as he feels the alien intrusion up his ass. His knees quiver from the mix of pain and pleasure, having never felt anything more than his own, curious finger in the past, nothing he’s ever experimented with comes close to this experience. The dragon groans and bares his teeth as the anal probe slowly slides in, steadily pumping lubricant into his bowels. It spreads his virgin tailhole to a 2 cm diameter and slides steadily deeper and deeper, inserting a full 32 cms up through his rectum and partially into his sigmoid colon. At the same time, the pneumatic milking sleeve starts to descend. It lowers until the soft polymer sphincter rests against the opening of Pentazer's sheath, waiting to receive the dragon's cock like a kind of prize. Those long, dexterous toes of his curl as do his fingers, balling into fists from the penetration. Once the anal probe has fully inserted itself. It pauses, giving the dragon a brief moment to catch his breath, before it begins to slide back nearly twenty centimetres and slowly thrust back in. The anal probe's pace is methodical and steady at first. It slowly adjusts the angle of its attack to vary up the sensations of its forced stimulation. The pressure against his prostate sends waves of involuntary pleasure up through his loins and much to the femboy's chagrin, his bioluminescent dragon cock begins to emerge. His sheath starts to withdraw as the spearheaded glans of his cock push out and directly into the milking sleeve. The LED display adds a new line that reads: "Erection detected, waiting for full extension to begin seminal milking." Pentazer grimaces at the readout. "What the hell is this? This is some sick, twisted shit! Someone get me out of here!" He calls out, his voice echoing into the lifeless facility. The machine doesn't respond to Pentazer's cries. Instead, it continues its meticulous work on its pretty little captive. The pneumatic tube gently suckles at the emerging head of his member, coaxing it out further. Eagerly accepting the stimulation, the dragon’s treasonous body offers his cock to the milker, swiftly slipping deeper inside. The LED display flashes and the readout changes again: "Surface tension increasing, penis approaching full mast." Pentazer clenches his eyes shut as the anal probe forces his cock to rock hard erection. His knot begins to inflate at the base, pushing the rest of his sheath down, fully. With a pneumatic hiss, the tube slides down to complete the union as it engulfs the dragon's luminous cock entirely. "Subject's erection fully secured, mapping contours. Length: 30 cm; diameter: 4.5 cm; knot diameter 8 cm." The LED reads out as Pentazer opens his eyes once more. After charting his dragon cock, it slides back above his knot. The sleeve seals around his tool with a soft, satin-textured polymer that inflates to fit his dick like a glove. The interior is wet, slick, constantly secreting lubricant. "Begin final preparation: Latching subject's knot." Pentazer grimaces as he hears whirring hydraulics. Another, smaller mechanical arm approaches from the right side, opposite to that of the scrotum pouch arm. This one has a thick, mechanical cuff and a lower band, both of which have an inflatable interior. The arm sweeps around and lines the cuff up with Pentazer's knot. Slowly moving into position, it then clasps the cuff around the knot and inflates it’s interior, forming a snug, simulated mating tie with his dick. Below that, the narrower band slides into his sheath and clasps around the root of his knot, just below the captive swell. The root cuff then inflates to snugly squeeze around that very sensitive point too. The apparatus knows exactly how to send a male dragon to his peak. As the two clamps squeeze both the knot and root it makes Pentazer's knees quiver and his tail to jerk side to side as much as the arms restraining it will allow. His toes and fingers both spread out wide. "Oh... oh fuck..." His furry chest heaves as his erection is secured in the most possessive way imaginable. He's only given a moment to reconcile the experience before the LED status updates: "Initiating milking cycle 1." The LED readout displays to the captive dragon. The dragon's ears perk forward as he looks nervously at the status update. The effeminate dragon's only response is a submissive whimper. He grunts as the milking apparatus starts to shift slightly up and down in hydraulic whirs and clicks. The attached pneumatic tube hisses as it begins to piston up and down his length, massaging his erection with a perfect, undulating pressure that seems to know exactly how to stimulate him. Pentazer's ears fold back against his head as his eyes clench shut and his snout tilts down. "Hnnnghhh!" He groans out as the loud sound of the milking machine joins the hydraulic anal probe. The pneumatic tube works in perfect rhythm with the anal probe, creating a perfect storm of stimulation. The polymer interior is slick and heated, its textured surface massaging Pentazer's sensitive spots with practiced precision. The machine's sensors detect his responses, adjusting its speed and pressure to maximize his arousal. His fur bristles with intense pleasure as the cuff around his knot and root squeeze rhythmically. "Milking cycle 1 in progress." The LED display flashes as Pentazer's breath quickens, his chest heaving as he groans and squirms in desperate need. The machine's perfect, unrelenting rhythm drives him closer and closer to the edge, even as he struggles to hold back out of draconic pride. Pentazer's legs pull back and forth in the thigh and ankle bindings, while the anal probe is steadily thrusting back and forth in his bowels. After a grunt, he opens his glowing, green eyes once again to observe the readout. None of the other numbers have updated yet, displaying that milking cycle 1 is in progress. The entire assembly suddenly jerks side to side causing the dragon to yelp in surprise. He turns his head about, the collar and head rest restricting his movements to limited tilts. As though in answer to his unspoken question, the entire assembly begins to move along the track, carrying its cum milking captive along with it. As the assembly moves, the machine continues its work, never stopping, never missing a beat. Pentazer's wings twitch and flex in their gel filled pod as the motion rocks his entire body. The anal probe thrusts in his ass, the milking sleeve sucks and pumps his cock while the pouch massages his balls. “Ohhh, gods, I can’t believe this is happening.” He huffs in frustration as he tries to sort out where the machine is taking him, but trapped in the mind fog of rising pleasure, it's hard to focus. Squirming his hips and twisting as much as he can in his reclined posture, he clenches and stretches his toes and fingers. Lurid moaning breaks his reserved silence as he's unable to hold back from the pleasure. The milking machine gesticulates in small, precise movements while the pneumatic tube rides up and down his cock, occasionally pausing at full height or full decent to vary up the sensations. The knot and root clasps begin to vibrate, adding a new layer of stimulation to the experience. It's overwhelming and mind meltingly pleasurable. Finally, giving in to his captivity, Pentazer moans loudly and reclines his head back, his orgasm is fast approaching approaches while he's steadily ferried along the track. Tension rises, his muscles cording up and sensing this, in response the anal probe fully extends and stays buried up his ass. Pentazer’s legs pull against the restraints as he tries to draw his knees together in futility. His teeth clench and lip pulls back exposing his metallic, black teeth. At last the climax hits him with the force of a lightning bolt. He throws his snout upward and roars loudly. Pressurized jets of dragon, femboy cum spew forth from his urethra. Each jet is a long, steady stream of semen rather than fast spurts seen in other species. As each jet wanes the next ejaculation in the sequence renews it. The system's "Orgasm Count" increments by 1 while the "Current Orgasm Ejaculate Volume" begins to increase with each jet of dragon spunk. As Pentazer's orgasm rides out and comes to an end, the milking sleeve slowly withdraws to mid-stroke length and holds position. The interior of the sleeve deflates partially and the vibrations of the knot and root clamps stop, but remain firmly in place. The seminal pump begins to whir to life and siphon the femboy's seed up through the braided tube and deposits the collection into the glass reservoir. The LED display shows the following updates after Pentazer's orgasm Orgasm Number: 1 Current Ejaculate Volume: 119.5 ml Extracted Semen Quota: 1,380.5 ml Orgasms remaining in shift: 11 Entering rest period. Resuming milking cycle in: 90 seconds. The anal probe, which had remained fully extended in Pentazer's ass during his orgasm, smoothly withdraws. As it emerges, it sprays the dragon's buttocks with a thick stream of clear lube. The copious amount of fluid that it was pumping into the dragon pours out of his stretched asshole like a river until his tailhole slowly closes, reducing the flow to a dribble. The pouch over his scrotum maintains its steady, rhythmic pulsing and massage of his balls, while the mechanical arms holding his tail keep it lifted steady. Pentazer's chest heaves as he pants hard and heavy, his ears slowly tilting up as he hangs his head. He looks down at the milking machine still holding his cock. The bioluminescent, neon green shaft glows steadily from the mid length down to the knot. His anus, perineum and furry cheeks are all matted and wet from the anal probe's voluminous use, and spraying of lube. Resting for a bit and after catching his breath, he slowly looks up at the display and clenches his teeth, swallowing hard. His slit pupils widen to ovals. "Wh-what?" 1.3 litres? ... E-eleven orgasms?" He blinks his eyes as though that would change what he's seeing. He notices the changing number on the interface, the rest counter is counting down the seconds. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. He lets out a long, concerned whine as the numbers hit zero. The milking apparatus clicks and whirs to life before it inflates the interior around Pentazer's penis and slides down his full length, butting up against the knot clamp. It pauses, then resumes milking his penis. The anal probe once again slowly inserts itself back up into Pentazer's rectum and resumes thrusting. His anus, which had partially closed during the rest period, is again spread wide by the probe's intrusion. "Milking cycle 2 initiated." The LED display announces, as the pneumatic tube massages Pentazer's cock with practiced precision. The inflated clasps re-engage their vibrations, sending fresh waves of stimulation through his knot and root. Pentazer groans as the waves of pleasure are forced into his body once again. He looks up at the display to read that he's on round two... of ELEVEN. His eyes snap up to the pump and reservoir. He can the contents of his first orgasm splashing back and forth inside the container as the mechanical arm apparatus gyrates up and down independently of the milking sleeve. Suddenly there's a stinging at the side of his neck, from the inside of his collar and a piercing feeling at his testicles. The dragon yelps in surprise and looks to the readout which is helpfully displaying the passage of his torment. Injecting aphrodisiac and energy mix into jugular. Testicular seminal augmentation serum administered to ensure steady seminal output. Engaging feeding and respirator tube. A mechanical plate practically slaps against the left side of Pentazer's face causing him to snort in surprise. A narrow tube is inserted into his left nostril and begins to track through his nasal passage, penetrating up into his sinus and down into his left lung. He it helps invasively to facilitate breathing. At the same time, another, slightly larger tube hooks around the jaw muscle on the left side of his maw and is fed down his throat and into his stomach where it force feeds the captive dragon a nutrient paste. Pentazer grunts and thrashes his head but the tubes remain fixed in place. The plate’s rear clamp closes down and locks around the base of his snout to make sure its stays secured in place. All the while, the anal probe continues is steady thrusting back and forth through his anus, shifting side to side, up and down to keep the penetration feeling fresh and different as it works his colon around. The milking arm varies it speed between faster and slower motions, while occasionally pausing for split seconds to multiple seconds at a time to work the poor, dragon captive to as intense an orgasm as possible. "Ahhh, g-gods!" Pentazer's eyes close as he tilts his head down. The aphrodisiac and energy cocktail pumps through Pentazer's veins, making his body shudder and his muscles tighten. His wings tense and flex in their gel containment pod. The massage is soothing but does little to take the anxiety of the girly dragon’s stress levels. As the he nears his second orgasm, the anal probe reacts and fully thrusts in and holds position, following his hips as they twist and writhe. His legs tense up, his muscles cord, all four paws clench together as he starts to growl deeply. Those lips pull back into sexual snarl before he thrusts his head forward and cries out in orgasmic release. The milking sleeve continues to piston his cock through the next series of ejaculations while the anal probe slowly withdraws from his bowels. Once again, it spews lube all over his wet ass while another gusher of fluid pours out of his abused tailhole. Pentazer's body spasms and convulses in the throes of his orgasm, pumping his precious dragon s seed into his unfeeling, mechanized rapist. After his climax subsides and the remaining seed is just a dribble, The clasps on the base of his dick stop vibrating and the pump siphons his semen away. Feeling exhausted, the furry dragon slowly, wearily, looks up at the LED display to check the updates. The LED display flashes with new information: Orgasm Number: 2 Current Ejaculate Volume: 239.5 ml Extracted Semen Quota: 1,141 ml Orgasms remaining in shift: 9 Entering rest period. Resuming milking cycle in: 90 seconds. Pentazer watches with anxiety as the rest period counter shows up and starts counting down. Over the next minute and a half he pants and watches the timer in nervous anticipation. All the while, the mechanical pod around his wings continues to massage them and the silver sack around his balls rolls his testicles about and gently kneads them. The rest period ticks down like a doom counter and much to his dismay, reaches zero seconds. Pentazer whimpers. "No, please, no, not again!" The milking apparatus clicks and whirs to life before it inflates the interior around Pentazer's glowing toy and descends down his rod once more, pausing at the base of his knot before resuming its relentless pumping. The anal probe once more, slowly inserts itself back up into Pentazer's rectum and resumes its steady thrusting rhythm. "Milking cycle 3 initiated." The LED display announces, as the pneumatic tube massages Pentazer's cock with adapted, learned precision. The inflated clasps re-engage their vibrations, sending fresh waves of stimulation through knot and root. "Initiating supplemental seminal augmentation and energy serum injection." The dragon hisses as the injections are pumped into his jugular and testicles again. He thrashes and struggles in his restraints, desperately trying to get free as his milking array, moves him toward an alcove. It stops on the rail then transfers the entire milking apparatus that contains him to a perpendicular track that that leads into a pod like cell. The entire assembly follows this side path into the cell. During this whole time, the cock milking and anal probe's thrusting continues, continues, dispassionate and without mercy. When the assembly enters the cell it stops in the stops in the center, pivots around to face the door as it slides shut. Pentazer’s ears droop as he’s sealed in this private, dimly lit chamber. The anal probe thrusts deep into his rectum, the pneumatic tube pistons his cock, the ball pouch massages his testicles, all while the mechanical pod around his wings continues its soothing massage. At no point does the machine allow him forget what its doing to his body. The equipment keeps him suspended in his reclined position at the center of the room. The LED display updates: "Transfer complete to cellular storage pod 1313255." Pentazer looks up at the LED display with newfound horror. "Storage pod?!" He looks side to side, taking in the interior of the cell. The egg-shaped cell is a pod made of polished metal, the interior is lined with soft, padded panels that curve around Pentazer's reclined form. The pod's interior feels warm and humid, designed to keep its occupant comfortable. The only light comes from a pair of, dim lights at the top and bottom of the ovoid pod. There are a series of mechanical arms and attachments along the walls, ready to restrain, service, bathe and the dragon after his milking shift. The cell's only other feature is a small view-port on one wall, through which Pentazer can see other pods containing similar machines and restraint systems, but no other occupants. The pod's ambient lighting shifts from a warm, welcoming colour to a harsh, clinical white. The fluff can see small, maintenance drones moving along the walls, servicing various mechanical arms at rest inside. The only noticeable exit is the sealed door ahead, currently locked tight. Another orgasm wracks Pentazer's exhausted body as he ejaculates again. He is ravaged by convulsions from over-stimulation and the release leaves him panting with growing exhaustion. The air is heavy with the scent of dragon sex. The LED display updates, a form of psychological torment all on its own. Orgasm Number: 3 Current Ejaculate Volume: 90.3 ml Extracted Semen Quota: 1,050.7 ml Orgasms remaining in shift: 9 Entering rest period. Resuming milking cycle in: 90 seconds. Dragon specimen secured in storage pod 1313255. Pentazer notices that while the semen quota has gone down, the orgasm count hasn’t, probably due to how meagre his third climax was in comparison to the last two. He hangs his head and loses himself in concern and fear. He fails to notice the passage of time as he tries to rationalize his experience. When the timer hits zero Pentazer's heart sinks. The milking apparatus again, clicks and whirs as its servos engage. The satin-textured milking interior inflates around the upper half of his cock descends his shaft until it reaches his knot then resumes its relentless pumping. The anal probe once again sprays his anus with lube and then slowly inserts itself back up into Pentazer's rectum and resumes its steady thrusting rhythm. Pentazer’s chest heaves with exhaustion and stress, his eyes he reads the display like a death sentence. "No... no, please, you can't do this to me. I'm a sentient dragon, I'm not a prisoner, I want to go home, please! I want to go home..." He closes his eyes as tears start to mat the fur around the corners of his eyes. No one hears his pleas for mercy in his containment cell. Without mercy or pity, the machine steadily works its tormented cum slave. The pneumatic tube massages Pentazer's cock with increasing skill as it maps out the ideal ways to stimulate him. The inflated clasps re-engage their vibrations, forcing powerful, pleasurable waves through his knot and root. The LED once again points out, "initiating supplemental arousal-energy mix and seminal stabilization serum injection." Pentazer growls meekly as the injections and forced pleasure resume. His arms feel heavy, his legs and tail are starting to feel numb. Drool slowly slides down his tongue and lips as he hangs his head. The tears stream from the dragon's eyes until as he closes them tightly, riding out the forced pleasure that ravages his body. On and on this goes. Each milking cycle takes longer than the one before it as the effeminate male's body wears out. Each orgasm produces less and less of his precious dragon seed. It takes another 11 orgasms for him to meet his quota. At last, by the end of his 14th orgasm, he's released just a little over the semen collection target. The LED display flashes with its final status updates as Pentazer's last orgasm wanes: Orgasm Number: 14 Current Ejaculate Volume: 22.1 ml Extracted Semen Quota: -0.5 ml Orgasms remaining in shift: 0 Milking shift complete. Initiating post-milking recovery protocol. The milking apparatus slowly withdraws from Pentazer's cock. The clasps that have remained fixed to his knot and the root below it deflate and release, before withdrawing. Immediately, the dragon's knot subsides and his abused cock goes flaccid. The anal probe retracts fully from his rectum, spraying lube and Pentazer's ass and the underside of his tail. His tailhole pours the pumped lube out of his bowels. His worn out anus struggles to close, slowly doing so over the next few seconds. Pentazer gurgles as the catheters in his nose and mouth withdraw and the plate on the side of his face pulls off. The equipment that has been violating him for untold hours arrange themselves near the door which opens up and the array leaves, for today. The restraint deck begins to pass the dragon off to the pod's mechanical arms for handling. The pods around his wings clicks and opens up. A gush of fluid cascades down to the basin of the pod which is siphoned way. The long, fuzzy limbs splay weakly out behind him. Pentazer's wings tremble as they're released from their gel-filled cocoon. The femboy dragon's slender, furry legs dangle limply over the edge of the restraint deck as the pod's mechanical arms reach out to receive him. His head lolls to the side, tongue hanging out as he pants heavily, still reeling from the intense ordeal his body has endured. The restraint deck slides out from under him and he's lowered down into the waiting embrace of the pod's padded arms. The arms tuck his wings in carefully and withdraw the dragon toward the back wall. A wall panel opens up to reveal a smaller pod that slides out a quarter way into the egg cell. The arms draw the dragon inside. The soft material conforms to his exhausted form as he's gently positioned on his back, knees bent and legs spread to accommodate the aching fullness of his overstuffed balls. The pod door canopy down around him, a glass view port that lets him see the cell. A mask lowers down from the underside of the stasis pod and forces itself over the dragon's face. Too exhausted to protest, Pentazer just accepts the mask as it feeds breathing tubes through his nostrils and down into his lungs. With his face shut and secured, the pod floods with a glowing fluid. Once he's fully immersed, it begins to slosh around rapidly, like the interior of a washing machine, to bathe him. Pentazer moans whimpers as he's roughly cleaned which seems to take an inordinately long time. Finally, the fluid drains from the chamber. Suddenly, a cold feeling grips his lungs as gas based sedatives are pumped into the breathing apparatus. Pentazer shudders and grabs his chest but he feel his muscles quickly lose strength, everything becomes heavy. The world spins around him as darkness closes in around the edges of his vision. An LCD display on the glass canopy of his sleeping pod lights up and displays: Sedating specimen. Awaiting further study by personnel [not found]. Error, duration [not found]. Defaulting to standard routine. Milking shift 2 of 130 will resume at next dawn, target quota will be 2700 ml. Pentazer just barely manages to read the display as forced sleep overtakes him, paralyzed to react to the horror of what he reads. As the dragon's eyes slowly shut, the sedatives take hold, pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep. His body goes limp as he sinks into the darkness. Outside, the facility continues its tasks, long since devoid of further direction and input, performing its routines as long as its maintenance can endure. Somewhere, another captive male has just been introduced to his own milking array.