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Please, enjoy the story, and delve into the verse~ \n\nWho knows, you might even end up on the list yourself...\n\nThe original art piece can be found [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24619292/]here[/url], with the link to the artist/STI discord [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24619218/]here[/url]. \n\nThe artist works off of FA and doesn't touch IB, as a fair warning.\n\nArtwork done by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/yukai.slayde]Yukai.Slayde[/url], while the 'verse is on display, with the ability to request participation on their side profile, [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sergaltechindustries]SergalTechIndustries\n[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A long row of test-chamber tubes lie a corridor, each cycling in and out, putting the 'unfortunate' creature within on display. Each has lost their way in life and is given a new purpose. Each is altered, toyed with, broken.

Enter Aailiyah and Sarah. The former was kidnapped from her life as a bar owner, and the latter had long since been broken in. Moans fill the air alongside the beeps and whirs of machines coming to life, fluid being pumped into the two of them. Their processing is beginning.

Welcome to SergalTech Industries. Enjoy your stay.

---

A story that I wrote up as an introduction to STI, a 'verse in which an experimental company has managed to take the reigns in society, up to the point of being allowed to hire bounty hunters to kidnap prospective marks and turn them into test subjects and sex slaves. I'm proud to announce that I've been hired as one of the writers for this 'verse, and will be supplying picture captions, stories, ideas, and even helping the artist with the comics. Please, enjoy the story, and delve into the verse~

Who knows, you might even end up on the list yourself...

The original art piece can be found here, with the link to the artist/STI discord here.

The artist works off of FA and doesn't touch IB, as a fair warning.

Artwork done by Yukai.Slayde, while the 'verse is on display, with the ability to request participation on their side profile, SergalTechIndustries
", "writing": "Darkness. A cliche by any other use, but still a shock just the same to fresh meat. To say there was no light would be false, simply that the room itself had minimal lighting, simply a series of white lights intermittent with the dull neon-pink glow of the separator walls and the gentle guidance of yellow highlighter strips and ‘do not pass’ markers. The room itself was more of a lengthy corridor containing multiple rotational chambers, each chamber consisting of a trio of large tubes. \n\nWithin these tubes - one per container - squirmed a test subject, all of which had two things in common. Firstly, was their new owner and their new lack of rights. Secondly was a tattoo or marking, three letter which had been placed on a visible portion of their body. While the exact placement itself varied in anatomical location, the letters were identical. “STI”.\n\nSergalTech Industries.\n\nThe company itself had manage to make a name for itself by creating medical advances through a number of...rather unconventional means. Starting with voluntary experimentation on prisoners which had few options left, eventually it grew large enough to hire bounty hunters, bankroll officers, and even convince more than a few politicians. Within a few years, they were well-funded by curatives, rather... unique and advanced sex toys, plastic surgery advances, fertility drugs, and more. This lead to them taking in interest in various individuals, as well as commission work, or simply creating ‘art’ for their shareholders. A few greased palms, a few greased asshole, a few greased machines. Everything flowed smoothly, solidly. Business flourished.\n\nTwo such individuals lied within two parallel tubes. One held Sarah, a cow who had been held within the complex for a few years. In a previous life, they had been a human. Now? Now she was nothing bovine breeding bitch with sizeable udders.To her left was Aailiyah, a Long-Nosed Leopard Lizard, Green Anole hybrid. She was a recent capture, and had owned a cafe before being knocked out and brought into captivity. Both girls were gagged. From there, however? Their treatment differed, preparing them for their next bout of their new lives.\n\n\n\nAailiyah groaned as she awoke. Her body was stiff and sore, her mouth was dry, and her temples throbbing from the cocktail of drugs that had kept her unconscious throughout the kidnap-shipping process. Slowly, she regained her wits, trying to get up, to find where she was, what had happened, and what that mouse had slipped into her drink. She had no success in moving, however. She was bound, a metal brace along her spine and tail keeping her on her feet. She groaned as she felt the tightness of the latex outfit she had been forced into, the material squeezing down around her flesh, making her skin look flawless and drawing attention to both the material beneath - such as her supple thighs and sizeable bottom - as well as the uncovered material - such as her very exposed labia and breasts. She could feel a cold sliver of metal - a zipper - resting against her clit, every squirm and movement making it knock against the sensitive organ. The material squeezed her flesh together and made her breasts appear to be larger, meanwhile making them more sensitive. Her eyes had been covered with blinders, preventing her sight. A wrap-around o-gag accounted for the lack of moisture in her mouth, her long tongue hanging out halfway. She could hear the light chiming of metal near her ears; a collar which she couldn’t see with a lock and a number on it. Her wrists were cuffed together behind her back, latex cuffs forcing her ankles and tail together as well as her thighs. She continued to squirm further, weakly trying to moan for help. She could hear muffled moans around her, moans which seemed to grow louder with each aggravating minute. Why was she here? What had she done to deserve this!? These questions would likely go unanswered. The machine, finally detecting that she was awake, beeped before humming to light. A mechanical voice rang out. “SUBJECT ‘BELL’ CONSCIOUS. INITIATING PROCESSING.”\n\nAnother beep rang out before a sweet scent began to fill the air, the machines around her humming to life.\n\n\n\nSarah moaned into her gag, squirming as the soft white light of the bulbs above shone down. She wasn’t frightened or mad, however. She fought from need and eagerness. Her last batch of calves had been born a few months ago, her passages and womb aching for something to lie within. Her boobs ached as well, owing to the twine wrapped around each plump teat. Her production had been increased, then increased again with each drug testing and breeding session. Already, it seemed like pints, if not gallons of sweat milk was trapped in each aching, swollen udder. However, this wasn’t the most pressing matter for her. The most pressing matter was that she needed to cum. A bull dildo lied within her cunt, but it didn’t vibrate. As she couldn’t move, it simply sat there like a plug. She was left with nothing but her frustration and the moans and hums of the machines and subjects around them for hours and hours. After what felt like an eternity, almost half the day having passed, she heard the grumbles and squirms of the slave immediately next to her. A lizard girl, she recalled from when she had been put into the tube. A beep sounded. Perhaps her treatment was beginning? Nobody within the tubes could see the others, much less hear the mechanical speech within. Regardless, her own tube soon beeped as well, a familiar pink gas slowly pumping in. She hummed, smiling against the red rubber ball in her mouth, her nose twitching as she drank in the rose-scented air. It had just a hint of musk to it - likely Silas’, and was a potent aphrodisiac She could feel her areolas growing turning into goose pimpled stones as her aching tits harden. A few drops of white leaked out of the tips before dripping down, painting her spotted chocolate flesh. Likewise, she’d normally have juices running down over her thick thighs, but this time she had on pair of silicone panties, the moisture trapped within. The plug was connected to the panties, both being connected to a tube. She could only eagerly await what was next to come as the next beep sounded, the humming sounding up as the rush of liquid echoed around her tube.\n\n\n\nAailiyah did her best to break free, to cry for help, to do anything but tremble and shudder as her cool body seemed to heat up, juices gushing down latex-covered legs, creating a pool on the ground. She could feel her own lubricant running against her feet and part of her tail, more and more slowly being added. She was partly surprised that she was leaking this much. In fact, her mouth seemed to have regained some moisture as well, a steady supply of drool soon coating the inside of her cleavage, creating a slick, glistening surface that only spread across the wobbling orbs. The air smelled like...it was a sour scent overlaying flowers. She grimaced slightly against her bonds, squirming more. It seemed so familiar, yet so different. Why then, she thought, was this odd mixture making her so bothered? Her clit swelled further to better meet the torturous tag above, her nipples perking up, diamond tips swelling outwards. This made her notice another oddity, two small tubes which seemed to press against her chest, into her nipples. She squirmed again, her breasts just barely wobbling. They were indeed embedded, the sensation of foreign objects penetrating her nipples, entering her breasts, just barely pressing against her mammary glands made her gasp out. She was left with little time to think on this fact before another beep sounded out, a liquidy rush filling her ears.\n\nCold. The rush of fluid shocked her alongside the low temperature, fluid suddenly entering her nipples. She squirmed and tried to shake the tubes loose, but to no avail, everything being injected into her being trapped inside. Her breasts began to grow taut as they swelled more and more, the initially cold fluid gradually beginning to warm.\n\nThe fluid was, in fact, a mixture of estrogen, breast growth hormones, lactaid, and a healthy measurement of milk, recently harvested from Sarah.\n\n\n\n\n\nSarah’s eye’s rolled up as the first few jets of heated jizz spurted into her passage. Her trained twat instinctively flexing around synthesized toy, seeking to milk it. The initial filling and resulting series of vaginal spasms was, in and of itself, nigh-orgasmic, sending her into a dull bliss alongside the almost hypnotic scent of the spiked air. The second, then third rope of glue-thick goop set her off, her breasts wobbling as she shuddered, juices splattering against the inside of the panties before being shot back in alongside the ever-increasing amount of sperm within her belly. More and more ropes were shot in, the tube between her thighs steadily pumping, steadily spurting, almost as if it were an entrancing heartbeat. She shuddered, she moaned into the gag. She flexed and came. The cycle began and renewed itself again and again as cups, pints, gallons of jizz filled her belly. She was being bred again. She wasn’t copulating with a spouse. She wasn’t being fucked by a lover. She wasn’t even being bred by a lust-hungry owner. No, she was being inseminated by a machine chock-full of jizz harvested from countless inhabitants of the laboratory complex. Dogs, cats, cows, fish, cocks. Ferals, anthromorphs, humans. Everything they had was sampled, mixed, and was now being fed into her. And she loved it.\n\nHer belly swelled as more and more seed pumped in. It was warm, like eating a Christmas dinner and topping it off with a hot chocolate. Full, plump, content. She felt fat and tight as more and more pressure was applied, almost as if she was pregnant once more. She could take it. She had taken more before. She knew she was being bred, that her udders would grow larger, that she’d birth yet another batch of mix-breed calves that she’d feed. That the calves would be taken from her and be experimented upon or given up for adoption, and then she’d be used during her recovery period...and then the cycle would start once more.\n\nShe didn’t aspire for more, know more, need more, or want more. \n\nThis was her life.\n\nAnd she loved it.\n\n\nLarger, fuller. Aailiyah’s breasts swelled almost painfully as the drugs began to take hold. Nutrients within the mixture allowed her to swell without draining the rest of her body, the combined weight of fluid and growing flesh beginning to make her breasts droop downwards. It was an odd sensation, lukewarmness flooding her, the painfulness of the growing pressure within, and then the odd, almost calming pleasure of her breasts becoming larger, more and more flesh being added to her bosom. More heat spread throughout her system, her cunt drooling further. She humped the air, sending her breasts into a lewd chaotic bounce as the tubes whipped across her flesh, her clit smacking against that one, small zipper. She came. She came hard, harder than she had in years. The obscenity and confusion of it, the lack of other senses, the mixture of aphrodisiac and body-changing drugs being pumped into her. C cups..D cups… she would soon sit at E cup. She cried out as she finally felt the machine beep again, the tubes stopping their steady pulse and spray of fluid. She felt the last of it being absorbed into her fatty chest, then felt something else take it’s place. Her breasts had unswollen, had grown out into chests worth of a porn star or a breeder. The supple dancer had two fresh weights that would press against the ground if she was on all fours or sway through the air with each movement. She felt drops bead against the tips as white milk began to pour down her chest, dripping onto the juice-flooded floor. She came again, just as the pour turned into a spray, her mammaries kicked into overdrive at the drugs as a weak electrical current squeezed the latex tighter. She came, and wanted more.\n\nThis was her life now. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to go home, but some small part of her knew that there’d only be more pleasure.\n\nAnd she hated it.\n\n\n\nAnother, final beep signalled that their sessions were done, the machines cutting off and withdrawing, leaving them swollen, satisfied, and on the brink of passing out. Small holes opened to drain excess fluid, a quick shower cleaning them before they were dried. Another beep rotated the tubes, bringing in the next pair of subjects to be displayed. Once more, moans filled the corridor. \n\nJust another day in the secondary testing wing at SergalTech Industries.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Darkness. A cliche by any other use, but still a shock just the same to fresh meat. To say there was no light would be false, simply that the room itself had minimal lighting, simply a series of white lights intermittent with the dull neon-pink glow of the separator walls and the gentle guidance of yellow highlighter strips and ‘do not pass’ markers. The room itself was more of a lengthy corridor containing multiple rotational chambers, each chamber consisting of a trio of large tubes.

Within these tubes - one per container - squirmed a test subject, all of which had two things in common. Firstly, was their new owner and their new lack of rights. Secondly was a tattoo or marking, three letter which had been placed on a visible portion of their body. While the exact placement itself varied in anatomical location, the letters were identical. “STI”.

SergalTech Industries.

The company itself had manage to make a name for itself by creating medical advances through a number of...rather unconventional means. Starting with voluntary experimentation on prisoners which had few options left, eventually it grew large enough to hire bounty hunters, bankroll officers, and even convince more than a few politicians. Within a few years, they were well-funded by curatives, rather... unique and advanced sex toys, plastic surgery advances, fertility drugs, and more. This lead to them taking in interest in various individuals, as well as commission work, or simply creating ‘art’ for their shareholders. A few greased palms, a few greased asshole, a few greased machines. Everything flowed smoothly, solidly. Business flourished.

Two such individuals lied within two parallel tubes. One held Sarah, a cow who had been held within the complex for a few years. In a previous life, they had been a human. Now? Now she was nothing bovine breeding bitch with sizeable udders.To her left was Aailiyah, a Long-Nosed Leopard Lizard, Green Anole hybrid. She was a recent capture, and had owned a cafe before being knocked out and brought into captivity. Both girls were gagged. From there, however? Their treatment differed, preparing them for their next bout of their new lives.



Aailiyah groaned as she awoke. Her body was stiff and sore, her mouth was dry, and her temples throbbing from the cocktail of drugs that had kept her unconscious throughout the kidnap-shipping process. Slowly, she regained her wits, trying to get up, to find where she was, what had happened, and what that mouse had slipped into her drink. She had no success in moving, however. She was bound, a metal brace along her spine and tail keeping her on her feet. She groaned as she felt the tightness of the latex outfit she had been forced into, the material squeezing down around her flesh, making her skin look flawless and drawing attention to both the material beneath - such as her supple thighs and sizeable bottom - as well as the uncovered material - such as her very exposed labia and breasts. She could feel a cold sliver of metal - a zipper - resting against her clit, every squirm and movement making it knock against the sensitive organ. The material squeezed her flesh together and made her breasts appear to be larger, meanwhile making them more sensitive. Her eyes had been covered with blinders, preventing her sight. A wrap-around o-gag accounted for the lack of moisture in her mouth, her long tongue hanging out halfway. She could hear the light chiming of metal near her ears; a collar which she couldn’t see with a lock and a number on it. Her wrists were cuffed together behind her back, latex cuffs forcing her ankles and tail together as well as her thighs. She continued to squirm further, weakly trying to moan for help. She could hear muffled moans around her, moans which seemed to grow louder with each aggravating minute. Why was she here? What had she done to deserve this!? These questions would likely go unanswered. The machine, finally detecting that she was awake, beeped before humming to light. A mechanical voice rang out. “SUBJECT ‘BELL’ CONSCIOUS. INITIATING PROCESSING.”

Another beep rang out before a sweet scent began to fill the air, the machines around her humming to life.



Sarah moaned into her gag, squirming as the soft white light of the bulbs above shone down. She wasn’t frightened or mad, however. She fought from need and eagerness. Her last batch of calves had been born a few months ago, her passages and womb aching for something to lie within. Her boobs ached as well, owing to the twine wrapped around each plump teat. Her production had been increased, then increased again with each drug testing and breeding session. Already, it seemed like pints, if not gallons of sweat milk was trapped in each aching, swollen udder. However, this wasn’t the most pressing matter for her. The most pressing matter was that she needed to cum. A bull dildo lied within her cunt, but it didn’t vibrate. As she couldn’t move, it simply sat there like a plug. She was left with nothing but her frustration and the moans and hums of the machines and subjects around them for hours and hours. After what felt like an eternity, almost half the day having passed, she heard the grumbles and squirms of the slave immediately next to her. A lizard girl, she recalled from when she had been put into the tube. A beep sounded. Perhaps her treatment was beginning? Nobody within the tubes could see the others, much less hear the mechanical speech within. Regardless, her own tube soon beeped as well, a familiar pink gas slowly pumping in. She hummed, smiling against the red rubber ball in her mouth, her nose twitching as she drank in the rose-scented air. It had just a hint of musk to it - likely Silas’, and was a potent aphrodisiac She could feel her areolas growing turning into goose pimpled stones as her aching tits harden. A few drops of white leaked out of the tips before dripping down, painting her spotted chocolate flesh. Likewise, she’d normally have juices running down over her thick thighs, but this time she had on pair of silicone panties, the moisture trapped within. The plug was connected to the panties, both being connected to a tube. She could only eagerly await what was next to come as the next beep sounded, the humming sounding up as the rush of liquid echoed around her tube.



Aailiyah did her best to break free, to cry for help, to do anything but tremble and shudder as her cool body seemed to heat up, juices gushing down latex-covered legs, creating a pool on the ground. She could feel her own lubricant running against her feet and part of her tail, more and more slowly being added. She was partly surprised that she was leaking this much. In fact, her mouth seemed to have regained some moisture as well, a steady supply of drool soon coating the inside of her cleavage, creating a slick, glistening surface that only spread across the wobbling orbs. The air smelled like...it was a sour scent overlaying flowers. She grimaced slightly against her bonds, squirming more. It seemed so familiar, yet so different. Why then, she thought, was this odd mixture making her so bothered? Her clit swelled further to better meet the torturous tag above, her nipples perking up, diamond tips swelling outwards. This made her notice another oddity, two small tubes which seemed to press against her chest, into her nipples. She squirmed again, her breasts just barely wobbling. They were indeed embedded, the sensation of foreign objects penetrating her nipples, entering her breasts, just barely pressing against her mammary glands made her gasp out. She was left with little time to think on this fact before another beep sounded out, a liquidy rush filling her ears.

Cold. The rush of fluid shocked her alongside the low temperature, fluid suddenly entering her nipples. She squirmed and tried to shake the tubes loose, but to no avail, everything being injected into her being trapped inside. Her breasts began to grow taut as they swelled more and more, the initially cold fluid gradually beginning to warm.

The fluid was, in fact, a mixture of estrogen, breast growth hormones, lactaid, and a healthy measurement of milk, recently harvested from Sarah.





Sarah’s eye’s rolled up as the first few jets of heated jizz spurted into her passage. Her trained twat instinctively flexing around synthesized toy, seeking to milk it. The initial filling and resulting series of vaginal spasms was, in and of itself, nigh-orgasmic, sending her into a dull bliss alongside the almost hypnotic scent of the spiked air. The second, then third rope of glue-thick goop set her off, her breasts wobbling as she shuddered, juices splattering against the inside of the panties before being shot back in alongside the ever-increasing amount of sperm within her belly. More and more ropes were shot in, the tube between her thighs steadily pumping, steadily spurting, almost as if it were an entrancing heartbeat. She shuddered, she moaned into the gag. She flexed and came. The cycle began and renewed itself again and again as cups, pints, gallons of jizz filled her belly. She was being bred again. She wasn’t copulating with a spouse. She wasn’t being fucked by a lover. She wasn’t even being bred by a lust-hungry owner. No, she was being inseminated by a machine chock-full of jizz harvested from countless inhabitants of the laboratory complex. Dogs, cats, cows, fish, cocks. Ferals, anthromorphs, humans. Everything they had was sampled, mixed, and was now being fed into her. And she loved it.

Her belly swelled as more and more seed pumped in. It was warm, like eating a Christmas dinner and topping it off with a hot chocolate. Full, plump, content. She felt fat and tight as more and more pressure was applied, almost as if she was pregnant once more. She could take it. She had taken more before. She knew she was being bred, that her udders would grow larger, that she’d birth yet another batch of mix-breed calves that she’d feed. That the calves would be taken from her and be experimented upon or given up for adoption, and then she’d be used during her recovery period...and then the cycle would start once more.

She didn’t aspire for more, know more, need more, or want more.

This was her life.

And she loved it.


Larger, fuller. Aailiyah’s breasts swelled almost painfully as the drugs began to take hold. Nutrients within the mixture allowed her to swell without draining the rest of her body, the combined weight of fluid and growing flesh beginning to make her breasts droop downwards. It was an odd sensation, lukewarmness flooding her, the painfulness of the growing pressure within, and then the odd, almost calming pleasure of her breasts becoming larger, more and more flesh being added to her bosom. More heat spread throughout her system, her cunt drooling further. She humped the air, sending her breasts into a lewd chaotic bounce as the tubes whipped across her flesh, her clit smacking against that one, small zipper. She came. She came hard, harder than she had in years. The obscenity and confusion of it, the lack of other senses, the mixture of aphrodisiac and body-changing drugs being pumped into her. C cups..D cups… she would soon sit at E cup. She cried out as she finally felt the machine beep again, the tubes stopping their steady pulse and spray of fluid. She felt the last of it being absorbed into her fatty chest, then felt something else take it’s place. Her breasts had unswollen, had grown out into chests worth of a porn star or a breeder. The supple dancer had two fresh weights that would press against the ground if she was on all fours or sway through the air with each movement. She felt drops bead against the tips as white milk began to pour down her chest, dripping onto the juice-flooded floor. She came again, just as the pour turned into a spray, her mammaries kicked into overdrive at the drugs as a weak electrical current squeezed the latex tighter. She came, and wanted more.

This was her life now. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to go home, but some small part of her knew that there’d only be more pleasure.

And she hated it.



Another, final beep signalled that their sessions were done, the machines cutting off and withdrawing, leaving them swollen, satisfied, and on the brink of passing out. Small holes opened to drain excess fluid, a quick shower cleaning them before they were dried. Another beep rotated the tubes, bringing in the next pair of subjects to be displayed. Once more, moans filled the corridor.

Just another day in the secondary testing wing at SergalTech Industries.
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