Random drafts and plans were scattered across the floor, a blueprint sea dotted with small metal islands, each one a half finished project, and at the centre of this mess of a room was a small, and clearly overworked orange fennec, by the name of Alec. Alec was an inventor, and like most young inventors on Mobius, he had heard of Miles 'Tails' Prower, but unlike most, he couldn't stand him.

Self centred know it all! I'm three years older than him, I should be the Resistance idea guy! The fennec would often think. Of course, one of the main differences between his inventions and the yellow fox's was that his tended to, well, blow up. A lot. As if he needed another thing to make him feel like an outsider, it wasn't enough that he'd only joined the Resistance as the war was ending, with Infinite gone and the Eggman Empire's dwindling forces on the run. There was one upside though, with Tails busy once again at Sonic's side, he was reluctantly made head of the Resistance's slapdash R&D department, a position he readily accepted, even if it meant having to build the more sinister machines of war.

"I still can't believe I'm building a torture machine..." he mumbled out loud to himself. He wanted to prove himself, but this still didn't feel right. Luckily he'd managed to get a hold of a computer chip from the remains of the yet again destroyed Death Egg, and fortunately it was for the same machines used to torture Sonic himself. They were clearly smart machines, all they needed was a basic structure, and the chip would do the rest. He had no idea what a torture machine was supposed to look like, but if this chip really was some kind of smart AI thing, he didn't suppose it mattered. Therefore, his machine was basically a large cube.

Alec much preferred this to having to design instruments of torture.
At least I'll be able to sleep at night. Alec thought as he wrestled with his conscience. At last, he carefully soldered the blood red chip into the machine's motherboard before closing it all up, his finger tentatively resting on the small remote he built to activate it.
"Well, I guess I had better test it, just to make sure it doesn't... explode." Pushing his doubts away, Alec pushed the button, and the cube began to whirr, before splitting itself into pieces and rearranging them. The fennec was terrified, but also in awe.

"Wow. It... it actually works!" He exclaimed as he realised he'd finally invented something that hadn't burst into flames. His excitement was cut short when a sharp, robotic voice rang out from the machine.
"IDENTITY REQUIRED." The thing shrieked.
"Uh... Alec?" It made a whirring noise.
"NOT RECOGNISED."
"Alec the Fennec, head of Resistance R&D.
"IDENTIFIED." He breathed a premature sigh of relief.
"HEAD OF RESISTANCE HAS BEEN SECURED. INITIATING EXTREME TREATMENT."
Wait, what did it-

Alec couldn't even finish his thought as multiple metallic wires sprang from the machine, restraining the fennec in seconds. He wriggled in vain as he was repositioned until he was on his knees, the rest of his body pinned to the floor from the waist up.
"Wait! Please, I'm not- mmm!" Before he could finish one of the device's appendages had morphed into the shape of a large metallic dildo, and forced itself into the fennec's mouth. Alec tried to cry out as the metal member slid down his throat, cheeks puffing to accommodate its wide girth.
"PRISONER HAS BEEN GAGGED, INITIATING RECTAL PUNISHMENT."
Did that thing say rectal? Rectal!? Alec thought in horror.

He froze as he suddenly felt a cold, wet feeling against his asshole, confirming his fear. What he couldn't see was that a similarly large, dildo shaped appendage, secreting its own lube from a slit, had begun to prod his sphincter, teasing it opened with every jab. After a few more pushes, the ring of muscle parted and allowed the insertion into his ass. As the cold, metal phallus pushed its way deeper into his rear Alec tried to scream, only to discover the dildo ramming into his maw rendered him unable to do anything but gulp and groan.
"PUNISHMENT CONTINUES." The machine cried.
"U-unh!" Alec moaned as he involuntarily thrust forwards, a jolt of pleasure rippling through him as the dildo in his ass rammed into his prostate.

The machine seemed to sense this, as both dildos thrusts ceased, and they began to slide out if both his ends. Alec let out a breath of relief when the rough sensations stopped and the invaders withdrew.
Maybe it's finally over.... he wondered, although he didn't really believe it. He was unfortunately right, as the restraints lifted him back up until he was upright on his knees, his embarrassing boner at full mast.
"BATTERY LOW. SOURCING BIOFUEL FROM THE PRISONER." Came the robotic voice.

Biofuel? Surely it doesn't mean- before he could finish, the metal dildo was once again thrust in his mouth, although it remained still in his throat.
"PRISONER HAS BEEN GAGGED, SEMEN MILKING WILL NOW COMMENCE." Alec started writhing in vain as another long appendage appeared from the machine. This one however seemed to be made of glass, and appeared to be a long pipe with an inverted penis at the end. Once this end had slipped onto his own dick, moulding to his shape until it was a tight fit, he truly realised what was happening.
"INITIATING SUCTION IN 3...2...1."

"Mhhh!" The fennec moaned around his mouthful as the glass tube began to suck on his length like a vacuum, squeezing it all the while. So focused was he on the insane pleasure that he didn't even notice that the second metal dildo was once again prodding his behind.
"BEGINNING PROSTATE STIMULATION." With those words, the metal member slammed inside, the tip grinding against his sweet spot.
"Uck, ugh!" He croaked as waves of euphoria flowed through him, his cock throbbing as the veins along its surface pulsed again the milking tube.
Can't... I can't hold it.... Alec thought as he felt himself crossing the edge.
I'm gonna, I'm... I'm... 

"MMMMH!" The poor fennec muffled as he finally released, fast and intense thanks to the suction on his dick and the pressure on his p-spot. Thick strands of creamy spunk shot out of his now sore cock, up the tube and out of site. The machine didn't stop, truly milking him as he continued to spurt, groaning all the while. Eventually though, his orgasm faded, and he last of his spooge was sucked into the machine.
It's...it's over.... he thought, thoroughly exhausted.
"BIOFUEL AT 2%. RESTARTING MILKING IN 3 SECONDS."

Hours later, the door finally opened, revealing the poor fennec. His dick was red raw and his balls had shrivelled to the size of raisins. They had both been thoroughly over used and emptied. He was in the same position, with the large metal dildos still ramming into his ass and throat, but he was just able to make out who was in the doorway.
"Hey Alec," greeted Tails as if this was totally normal, "got that 'torture' machine working?" Tails asked, making air quotes as he did. He took the few steps over to the machine, looking down at the sorry state in front of him. 
"I was hesitant to let you try to rebuild this thing, given your..." he paused, "success in making fire, but once Sonic confided in me what he went through on the Death Egg, how could I resist?" He said smugly.

The machine whirled to life again.
"IDENTITY REQUIRED."
"Tails." the fox stated calmly.
"TAILS IDENTIFIED. AWAITING FURTHER INSTRUCTION." The thing bellowed, leaving Alec stunned.
"Release the prisoner." 
"AFFIRMATIVE." The machine stated before removing the dildos and restraints, letting Alec slump to the floor, weakly looking up in disbelief.
"What? I had to make sure I could get you out again."

THE END