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The machinery emitted a disconcerting whine as rivets strained against her strength and metal was stressed in response. A computer blinked a warning, “Object 126-A elevated stress levels”\n\nThe machines held though, a mild sedative was administered and the VR attempted to reassert itself, and she settled back down.\n\nThe older doctor, of a strange largely furless race, let out a long sigh. Of all the slaves he had worked on, for lord Cyrus or other traffickers, this one concerned him the most. Sure he had been iffy years back when Cyrus ask him to help domesticating a kitsune. Their illusion magic could be more than a little problematic. Then more recently he had brought in a dragon. Moreau’s equipment couldn’t handle dragon fire so if she had woken up that could have been a problem. Of course large straps had kept the dragon’s mouth shut, and an implant placed in the kitsune’s brain, constantly dripping inhibitory drugs, kept her powers under wraps.\n\nThis one though? The thing that his computers had automatically named 126-A, a designation that helped with the impersonal nature of his work. It simply counted how many he had worked on with a priority letter for a reminder. He briefly glanced at the immobile 112-C A fox destined for sale to some brothel or other. An the unfortunate 67-D, an otter that had been here for years. The low priority had meant he hadn’t had time to work on that one constantly having to focus on others instead. He wasn’t sure how much of her mind would be left by the time she got moved out, but that wasn’t his concern right now.\n\nThis creature, 126-A, whose name was apparently Kate; every time she had an ‘elevated stress response’ his own spiked in response. He feared that she would break out at some point, and though her mind was safely in VR making that unlikely, he still couldn’t shake the feeling. \n\nNo fire, no magic, yet she had stripped multiple bolts already with how hard she jerked; she wasn’t even conscious! The doctor for the umpteenth time double checked that, yes, all her muscular-skeletal implants were disabled. They were, which somehow made it worse. If she could produce that much force with her natural muscles, she could really hurt someone. Moreau would never say it to Cyrus’s face lest he face his wrath, but the avian was, well, an avian. Royal race or not phoenixes were still bird people and did NOT have the sturdiest bones in the federation. She could snap him in half if she wanted.\n\nMoreau blinked noticing a dripple of while liquid down the female’s chest. Not surprising. One of the things that Cyrus had ordered as further enhancements to her lactation rate. She had already had some simple stimulation, but now was really productive. The Doctor grabbed a rag and went over to wipe off her breasts. If he left the milk to leak it would dry and curdle and he didn’t want the smell of rancid milk in his lab after all. He then grabbed one of Kate’s breasts and attached a milker to it, flicking it on to drain her of the excess. She moaned in response.\n\nMoreau blinked and paused before attaching the other milker to the female’s other teat. Did she moan? She shouldn’t be feeling anything from the outside world. He tried to shake it off and lifted her other breast for the milker. He could have sworn that he heard her moan again, or something like it. He paused again and just gently held the large and increasingly heavy mound of flesh in his hands. He gently kneaded it marveling at just how soft her fur was, and how warm she felt. He traces his fingers over her hard nipple, flicking a droplet of milk away as he did so. Kate’s nipple, no object 126-A’s nipple, he reminded himself, was about as hard as he had ever felt. The female’s body was clearly in a state of extreme arousal. Had she been awake she would be grinding on anything with a corner to relieve her need. Though that may well be what shew as doing in VR right now. He continues to kneed the lovely globe in his hands, thinking about the milk she was rapidly producing, and biting his lip when another moan emanated from the immobilized female.\n\nCyrus wouldn’t be back here for awhile. Maybe he could…\n\nMoreau bent down and wrapped his lips around Kate’s exposed nipple and started to drink. It was amazing. More than amazing. He didn’t know breast milk could taste like this. He started to greedily suckle as large amounts sprayed into his mouth. His hands began to explore her body. Sliding down her stomach and her legs, feeling every curve of her supple form and the wall of muscle hiding just beneath the luxurious blue fur. His hands stopped at the large metal clamp pressed against her vagina.\n\nOn Cyrus’s order he had installed a number of implants in object 126-A’s, Kate’s, pussy. Vibrators that could simulate her, lube extruders to make her wet on command, muscle enhancers to make her tighter, fertility control. The list went on. Cyrus was definitely making this girl’s crotch the focus of her being. The mechanical device currently clamped to her nether was running extensive testing protocols to make sure all the implants were working up to spec. IT was a normal enough part of his process, but now the lack of access it gave him was annoying.\n\nThen again, he could test out the implants more manually. He commanded his computer to pause the test and retrack from Kate’s vagina. Slick juice covered tools retracted leaving her exposed. The scent was almost overpowering. His Kind didn’t have the strongest sense of smell, but even he could tell how aroused she was as her hormones washed over him. He pulled the milker off her other breast and just admired her body for a long moment. She was suspended in the air, dead to the world, yet dripping wet with lust. Her legs spread wide by the machines and her large, firm, breasts heaving gently on her chest with each breath. He could practically hear her begging for it, and who was he to deny her.\n\nHis clothes discarded, Moreau stepped up between Kate’s legs, lined up his firmly erect member and began to thrust. She was truly amazing. Cyrus was a lucky man to get to enjoy this every day once he was done. For now, though, she was all his. He gripped her tits hard and humped away. Nary a reaction from the unconscious Kate as trust after thrust pumped into her until before too long, he was cresting and started to pump his seed into her, thankfully currently infertile, womb. He smiled resting against her breasts and moaning in satisfaction.\n\nBefore suddenly flinching in pain and trying to jerk back.\n\n“Object 126-A elevated stress levels detected.”\n\nHe realized what was happening a little too late to do anything about it. She had cum. His attentions coupled with how aroused her body was had gotten her to cum. Her legs had flexed hard in response and the machines had shifted under the force. It wasn’t much of a shift, but enough that he found his hips pinned between her legs as it felt like his cock was in a vice grip.\n\nHe winced, grabbing at her legs and trying to push them apart. It wasn’t easy but he managed to extricate himself and fall onto his butt, his cock bouncing on the floor and some of his cum visibly dripping from Kate’s exposed pussy.\n\nThis was a problem. The force she had applied hadn’t injured him, though she was restrained. Lord Cyrus however? It was clear that simply disabling Kate’s … He paused shaking his head and now reminding himself to call her by her designation instead of her name. Object 126-A clearly wouldn’t be rendered ‘safe’ for the bird boned Cyrus, just by disabling her muscle implants. No, he had to do something else. Maybe he shouldn’t disable them after all, but tune them negative. That way the system would be technically active, but actually weakening her. Keeping her natural strength down just enough to not be a threat to her owner.\n\nMoreau sat down at his computer and started typing in some commands.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art by: Tales_Foxdale

Chapter 34: Object 126-A

Dr. Moreau flinched as the female sergal spasmed, jerking hard against the restraints.  The machinery emitted a disconcerting whine as rivets strained against her strength and metal was stressed in response.  A computer blinked a warning, “Object 126-A elevated stress levels”

The machines held though, a mild sedative was administered and the VR attempted to reassert itself, and she settled back down.

The older doctor, of a strange largely furless race, let out a long sigh.  Of all the slaves he had worked on, for lord Cyrus or other traffickers, this one concerned him the most.  Sure he had been iffy years back when Cyrus ask him to help domesticating a kitsune.  Their illusion magic could be more than a little problematic.  Then more recently he had brought in a dragon.  Moreau’s equipment couldn’t handle dragon fire so if she had woken up that could have been a problem.  Of course large straps had kept the dragon’s mouth shut, and an implant placed in the kitsune’s brain, constantly dripping inhibitory drugs, kept her powers under wraps.

This one though? The thing that his computers had automatically named 126-A, a designation that helped with the impersonal nature of his work.  It simply counted how many he had worked on with a priority letter for a reminder.  He briefly glanced at the immobile 112-C A fox destined for sale to some brothel or other.  An the unfortunate 67-D, an otter that had been here for years. The low priority had meant he hadn’t had time to work on that one constantly having to focus on others instead.  He wasn’t sure how much of her mind would be left by the time she got moved out, but that wasn’t his concern right now.

This creature, 126-A, whose name was apparently Kate; every time she had an ‘elevated stress response’ his own spiked in response.  He feared that she would break out at some point, and though her mind was safely in VR making that unlikely, he still couldn’t shake the feeling.

No fire, no magic, yet she had stripped multiple bolts already with how hard she jerked; she wasn’t even conscious!  The doctor for the umpteenth time double checked that, yes, all her muscular-skeletal implants were disabled.  They were, which somehow made it worse.  If she could produce that much force with her natural muscles, she could really hurt someone.  Moreau would never say it to Cyrus’s face lest he face his wrath, but the avian was, well, an avian.  Royal race or not phoenixes were still bird people and did NOT have the sturdiest bones in the federation.  She could snap him in half if she wanted.

Moreau blinked noticing a dripple of while liquid down the female’s chest.  Not surprising.  One of the things that Cyrus had ordered as further enhancements to her lactation rate.  She had already had some simple stimulation, but now was really productive.  The Doctor grabbed a rag and went over to wipe off her breasts.  If he left the milk to leak it would dry and curdle and he didn’t want the smell of rancid milk in his lab after all.  He then grabbed one of Kate’s breasts and attached a milker to it, flicking it on to drain her of the excess.  She moaned in response.

Moreau blinked and paused before attaching the other milker to the female’s other teat.  Did she moan?  She shouldn’t be feeling anything from the outside world.  He tried to shake it off and lifted her other breast for the milker.  He could have sworn that he heard her moan again, or something like it.  He paused again and just gently held the large and increasingly heavy mound of flesh in his hands.  He gently kneaded it marveling at just how soft her fur was, and how warm she felt.  He traces his fingers over her hard nipple, flicking a droplet of milk away as he did so.  Kate’s nipple, no object 126-A’s nipple, he reminded himself, was about as hard as he had ever felt.  The female’s body was clearly in a state of extreme arousal.  Had she been awake she would be grinding on anything with a corner to relieve her need.  Though that may well be what shew as doing in VR right now.  He continues to kneed the lovely globe in his hands, thinking about the milk she was rapidly producing, and biting his lip when another moan emanated from the immobilized female.

Cyrus wouldn’t be back here for awhile. Maybe he could…

Moreau bent down and wrapped his lips around Kate’s exposed nipple and started to drink.  It was amazing.  More than amazing.  He didn’t know breast milk could taste like this.  He started to greedily suckle as large amounts sprayed into his mouth.  His hands began to explore her body.  Sliding down her stomach and her legs, feeling every curve of her supple form and the wall of muscle hiding just beneath the luxurious blue fur.  His hands stopped at the large metal clamp pressed against her vagina.

On Cyrus’s order he had installed a number of implants in object 126-A’s, Kate’s, pussy.  Vibrators that could simulate her, lube extruders to make her wet on command, muscle enhancers to make her tighter, fertility control.  The list went on.  Cyrus was definitely making this girl’s crotch the focus of her being.  The mechanical device currently clamped to her nether was running extensive testing protocols to make sure all the implants were working up to spec.  IT was a normal enough part of his process, but now the lack of access it gave him was annoying.

Then again, he could test out the implants more manually. He commanded his computer to pause the test and retrack from Kate’s vagina.  Slick juice covered tools retracted leaving her exposed.  The scent was almost overpowering.  His Kind didn’t have the strongest sense of smell, but even he could tell how aroused she was as her hormones washed over him.  He pulled the milker off her other breast and just admired her body for a long moment.  She was suspended in the air, dead to the world, yet dripping wet with lust.  Her legs spread wide by the machines and her large, firm, breasts heaving gently on her chest with each breath.  He could practically hear her begging for it, and who was he to deny her.

His clothes discarded, Moreau stepped up between Kate’s legs, lined up his firmly erect member and began to thrust.   She was truly amazing.  Cyrus was a lucky man to get to enjoy this every day once he was done.  For now, though, she was all his.  He gripped her tits hard and humped away.  Nary a reaction from the unconscious Kate as trust after thrust pumped into her until before too long, he was cresting and started to pump his seed into her, thankfully currently infertile, womb.  He smiled resting against her breasts and moaning in satisfaction.

Before suddenly flinching in pain and trying to jerk back.

“Object 126-A elevated stress levels detected.”

He realized what was happening a little too late to do anything about it.  She had cum.  His attentions coupled with how aroused her body was had gotten her to cum.  Her legs had flexed hard in response and the machines had shifted under the force.  It wasn’t much of a shift, but enough that he found his hips pinned between her legs as it felt like his cock was in a vice grip.

He winced, grabbing at her legs and trying to push them apart.  It wasn’t easy but he managed to extricate himself and fall onto his butt, his cock bouncing on the floor and some of his cum visibly dripping from Kate’s exposed pussy.

This was a problem.  The force she had applied hadn’t injured him, though she was restrained.  Lord Cyrus however?  It was clear that simply disabling Kate’s … He paused shaking his head and now reminding himself to call her by her designation instead of her name.  Object 126-A clearly wouldn’t be rendered ‘safe’ for the bird boned Cyrus, just by disabling her muscle implants.  No, he had to do something else.  Maybe he shouldn’t disable them after all, but tune them negative.  That way the system would be technically active, but actually weakening her.  Keeping her natural strength down just enough to not be a threat to her owner.

Moreau sat down at his computer and started typing in some commands.

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