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Here's another story in the Terraverse, this one about a decade after the events of Terra. 
It's a complete side story, and one need not read it beforehand to understand what is 
going on, other than the fact that there are now nanobots that make some people futanari 
in the year 2522.

Thanks out to crudebuster for his help. He probably moved this story along more so than 
I could have explained.

This story contains bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, condoms, medical fetish, 
futanari, breast enhancement, penis enhancement, anal, and lactation.


Chrysanthemum 
Chapter 4, Fuck my life.


I hate you. I hate you. Shut the fuck up. I hate you. I don't even care anymore that you 
strap me down like this, just shut up. Even the embarrassment of being naked in public 
isn't nearly as bad as listening to your voice. Don't bother giving me a robe or anything. 
No I'm not a human being. Just leave me naked like some kind of lab animal. They must 
want to gloat. After all they have just been milking me for the last hour. Yeah, that was 
totally necessary too. Fuck my life.

"Well thank goodness we were able to stop you, before your attempts to compromise the 
experiment was successful, miss Niemeyer. Unfortunately, while you have already 
succeeded in altering the experiment, you thankfully have not yet endangered it. I'm 
afraid that this has only exacerbated your condition, as we expected. While your seminal 
output was already one hundred times normal, it has now raised at least another ten 
percent more than the already increased levels," Ana says so scientifically and cold. 
Stupid asshole, just shut up.

"It is now one hundred and eighteen times the normal seminal output, estimated of 
course." Chester adds in. You shut up too. Of course her little lapdog comes in on cue. 
Sometimes I just want to rip my hands from these bonds and tear your throat out. But that 
would be wrong…right?

"Don't you understand? We're trying to help you. You're only making things worse for 
yourself. And now, for some as of yet unknown reason, the milk production has increased 
as well, almost another fifteen percent," her cold and emotionless voice conveys. I just 
don't know what else to say anymore. This bitch is here talking about my bodily fluids as 
if they were numbers on a chart. I guess they are to her. I must not mean half a damn to 
her. I'm nothing. But she's a bitch. Part of me wants to cum but the other part, I just don't 
know anymore. It's like I don't care. Life is meaningless aimless suffering now. 

"I believe it has something to do with a general rise in activity throughout the endocrine 
system. Perhaps a rise in sexual interest and desire and physical reaction caused by the 
proximity to orgasm may have increased the amount of testosterone as a byproduct of 
increased semen production. The body may have then tried to compensate by attempting 
to increase the estrogen in her system, which could very well have caused her breast to 
increase lactation," I, why am I even here? Do I have to be here? Couldn't I just be tied 
up in another room while they talk about things I don't understand over my head like I'm 
not there? Or do they just get off on trying to act smart? Well someone has to get off.

"Yes, well we're going to have to tighten in the reigns a little bit, I'm afraid. I really had 
hoped that they would have screened the applicants a bit better, but we must work with 
what we have. I'm sure we can find a way to endure," she says. You know what, I'm 
through with it. I can't even get angry anymore. She just talks like I'm not in the room or 
like I'm some broken machine. It's great being chastised like a kid.

"Let's just be thankful that the experiment is still on target," he says. How am I on target? 
This was supposed to be over by now. And now I'm a freak, and I want to cum a million 
times a day. Am I even the experiment now?

"Yes…Thank you Chester, you can go now," Ana says, waving him off. Bitch talks to 
everyone like that. I just, yeah you know what, its hopeless. I'll spare you the theatric 
sigh.

"I, I'm sorry?" he asks, like he doesn't know what's going on. The bitch said leave, just 
fucking go already. You're just about as worthless as her right now.

"You're dismissed, I'll take care of the rest of what's left for today, thank you," she said, 
even the way she waves him off is so cold. Does she even have friends?

"But Doctor Ng," Chester protests, he even sounds like a little bitch. God dude just go 
away. I don't even want to see you anymore, let alone hear you whine.

"Chester, I'm more than capable of doing the lab work myself. You are dismissed, so 
enjoy the morning off. Now go, please," Ana says, just as cold to him as the bitch is to 
me. Okay maybe I'm just in a shitty mood, so to be equal the hell with the both of them.

"Of course Doctor," he says, filing out. There you go little bitch boy. Do like she says 
and walk away. Why is she following him? What is he going to do, disobey her? He's 
just a little wussy boy, a little lapdog who follows orders. Wait what is she doing to the 
door? Did she lock us in?

"Now that he's gone," she says, coming back into my vision. She has one creepy look in 
her eye. What is she going to do to me? I'm not going to like this. Well I don't like any of 
this but I probably won't like this any more. "I have some news to tell you."

"Just get it over with," I say despondently. What are you going to do next, suck up all of 
my pussy juice? Fill my mouth with cotton balls? You've done just about everything you 
can to me. Give it a fucking rest now.

"I've become fully aware of Chester's attempts to sabotage this research experiment. I 
knew things were suspicious when you had a large carrot. Anything phallic shaped was 
removed from the entire facility, right down to food. It meant custom ordering most of 
the equipment. That's when I did a little research, starting with your first day here. When 
I discovered how he had conveniently turned the security cameras off, well, that was all I 
needed," she sounds so damned smug when she talks. Fuck Chester, and fuck you. I just 
want to crawl in a hole. It doesn't matter now. I don't really care. I came the other day, I 
didn't cum yesterday, and I can't cum now. Why are you even telling me this? Just want 
to brag?

"Perhaps you don't understand how important this research is for me. This company is 
literally financing billions upon billions of dollars into medical research geared towards 
futanaris and normal people who have nanobots. We're talking about a multi-trillion 
dollar field that has literally sprung up over night. This includes tens of millions of 
dollars to fund the scientists in charge of these research experiments. I was incredibly 
fortunate to be granted this position, and when this program succeeds under my careful 
supervision then my future in the company will be all but guaranteed," she says, blah 
fucking blah bitch. I don't care about you. Like I give a fuck if you're rich or not? I hope 
you live in a cardboard box for the rest of your life.

"This is why I cannot allow Chester to interfere with the experiment. Although I have no 
evidence to prove it, he may have intentionally sabotaged the program, for what means I 
do not know. Perhaps you simply gave him puppy dog eyes, or he became romantically 
interested with you. Ultimately it doesn't matter, no matter his parentage if he sabotaged 
this, well… Needless to say, he will no longer be employed in this program, perhaps even 
in this company," she says so fucking smugly. Whop de fucking do lady. What do his 
parents have to do with any of this anyway?

"I don't care. I just want to leave in six days," I say, hopelessly. I just have to get through 
six more days. Almost five and a half now. Five days times twenty four hours, one 
hundred and uh…twenty? No one hundred and thirty something hours. I can do this, just 
focus Orchid. I'll be sleeping most of the time anyway. Some of the time at least. 

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," she says... Wait, what did she say? "I can see by the 
look on your face that you're confused. Let me explain. You apparently didn't read the 
contract and non-disclosure agreement before you signed it. There was a clause that 
should the effects of the experiment have unforeseen consequences, that we reserve the 
right to keep you indefinitely on site until we are medically satisfied that you possess no 
threat to yourself or the public at large. It's a legal thing."

I…fucking…hate…my life. I hate it. But more than that I hate her. Fuck this giving up 
shit! Now I want to rip her fucking throat out! No fuck that, I want to tear her clothes off, 
bend her over, and bang the fucking bejesus out of her!

"How long?" are the only words I can bear to ask through my teeth. 

"Indefinitely means until whenever we deem it acceptable. I don't know how long it 
could be. It could be the end of the week, a couple of weeks, or perhaps even months. 
And under no circumstances are you going to be allowed to orgasm until your body has 
returned to a normal state, for your own safety," she says so smugly. I hate her. I just 
want to cry. I want to cry and then hurt her. 

"…fuck you…" I mumble under my breath. What else can I say? If only I could break 
through these bonds…

"What was that?" she asks, looking at me funny. Hey, at least she's looking at me for 
once. I just want to do something, something to stop it all, but it's so hard. Just lying 
here, I'm nothing more than a piece of meat, a worthless slab of meat and all they care 
about is that I won't even cooperate. 

"Fuck you," I say, about as strong as I can. Maybe she has me tied down, naked, but I 
don't care anymore. I'm not taking this lying down. Well I am…but you know what I 
mean.

"Hmm, well a nice fuck you back. It doesn't really matter what you say right now, so if 
these petty little expletives make you feel better, by all means," OOOHHH I want to 
SLAP her! Self satisfied little bitch, you wouldn't be talking that shit if I weren't tied up!

"Fucking bitch!" I snap out. Just can't fucking take it anymore. 

"Thanks, really, you're too kind," she just ARRRGGH. "I suppose now is as good of a 
time as any to do this."

"Do what?" I ask between my teeth. What the hell is next?

"I think another milking is in order. You seem to be becoming very violent. I've been 
studying the practice of erotic orgasm denial, and I want to see if a milking will pacify 
your attitude at all," she has that crazy bitch look in her eyes again. 

"You JUST milked me like an hour ago!" I can't believe what she's trying to do to me. 
What a fucking cunt!

"Yes, but I believe it might be in our best interests to try it again, from both a 
psychological and physical standpoint," she says slowly, smiling. 

"You said you were going to milk me twice a day!" I'm at a loss for words. I know she's 
a bitch but now she's just making shit up to go against me. She's making it personal!

"Yes, well, I'm afraid that was before you took things in your own hands. Now you're 
producing more semen and more milk. Increased production means increasing the 
frequency of the milkings to match. I'm starting to think that instead of two sessions, 
each an hour long, perhaps we should investigate one much longer session," she, I, 
FUCK!

"Two hours?" I think my heart would explode. I don't even know how to explain it. 

"I'm not sure if that would be enough time for a single milking. We shall see. Perhaps 
today we should start out with a much longer session. It might be for the best. Get it out 
of you without truly stimulating yourself," she says, holding up the prostate massager. I 
don't know which I hate more, her or the goddamned toy.

"I'm not the type to enjoy the suffering of others. But over the following weeks and 
months, I may learn to enjoy this, even if you won't," she says, turning her back and 
walking over to the machines. You fucking whore!

I can't explain how pissed I am. I want to leap out and beat her. I struggle and fight 
against the bonds, yanking and pulling with all of my might. I can feel the sweat along 
my body already, just from the struggle. The thick taste of blood in my mouth. I must 
have bitten my tongue fighting it. Doesn't even hurt, adrenaline's too much. Got to get 
her, stop her! This isn't just bad, this is personal! She wants to hurt me! She's going to 
learn to get off on this, and then what, I'm going to be her fucking toy? Be stuck here for 
hours on end while she milks me! I can't let it happen. I won't let it happen! 
I've…got…to…get…out…of…here!

What was that? It sounded like a ripping…my arm! My arm is free! The strap came off! 
Quick, I've got to get these off…shit! These restraints are a bitch to get out of. My hands 
are trembling just trying to get them off in time. Finally got the fucking thing off. Did 
she, no she hasn't even noticed yet. Okay, first my other arm and then both of my legs. 
Now to get out of the damned thing quietly. 

Damn it! That wasn't quiet at all. It's not my fault! My legs are like spaghetti, FUCK! 

"What the?" she asks slowly, taking a moment I guess. She must not be used to me being 
free. It's now or never!

"Got ya now bitch!" I shout, jumping towards her. Oh this feels good. I got her right 
where I want her. What the fuck is she reaching for? Shit, maybe it's an alarm, or a gun 
or something. I don't fucking know. I grab her arms in my hands, grinning at her. Not 
today.

"On the table," I say, leaning in just inches from her face. I can see the terror in her eyes. 
Maybe now I get why she felt so powerful doing this kind of stuff to me. "NOW!"

She doesn't want to respond, that's fine. That's good. I'm sick of hearing her anyway. I 
wish there were a gag to keep her quiet with. I'll toss her ass right over there where I was 
strapped down. Tables are turned now. Oh you scared now bitch? You should be.

"Let, let me g-g-go," she whimpers. If she thinks she is fucking scared now, wait until I 
figure out just what the hell I'm gonna do to her.

"And for what?" I snarl. Kid gloves are fucking off! "So you can tie me right back down 
there? And milk me for hours on end!"

"I, I, l, let m, m, me, g-g-g-g-go," she whines. She's practically pissing herself. Good. I 
haven't even started. 

"You should stay for a while," I say, smiling. I don't even know if I'm crazy or not 
anymore. I'll just grab her legs and strap them into the leg rests first. I love this thing, it's 
just like at the gynecologist's office. Leaves her nice and open for me. Not bad really, 
smooth soft white skin... Oh damn, I can feel it again. That rumbling in my stomach, the 
heat in my crotch. Maybe she was right, I do need relief, but I'm not getting any milking, 
not today! I've just got to get at her arms. Shit, that's right, the straps, they're broken. 
They won't last with her, they didn't for me. I grab some plastic tubes, hell if I know 
what they're for. Now they're for holding this bitch's arms in place. Better double tie her 
legs too.

"Let me go! I, I'll give you money! Whatever you want!" she shouts, starting to cry. 

"This isn't about money," I laugh manically. I don't even care anymore. It started about 
money. But now it's personal. 

"Please!" she starts weeping.

"Don't even try bitch. I fucking cried in the same table begging to be able to cum," I say, 
leaning right in her face. I can feel her short hot breaths on my face. "And you wouldn't 
give me any mercy. You've been there for five seconds! How are you gonna feel after an 
hour!"

"W, what are you going to do to me?" she says, glancing down at my belt. My chastity 
belt that she ordered and put on for me. Or maybe it was Chester, but she's just as guilty. 
She was going to get off on it.

"I don't know yet. How about we get you more comfortable?" I say, looking at her body. 
Small tits, barely an ass, but I bet she would be tight. Hell she might be super tight, they 
say those Asian girls are. Fuck I'd take a loose and sloppy whore right now, my cock is 
humungous. 

"P, please, don't, don't ruin the experiment," she says, trembling. You know most girls 
might be begging for someone not to rape her. She doesn't want me to cum or else it 
would ruin her little cash windfall. Wait, rape, I, no, I can't do that. No, I can't. But I 
have to look at that body. Maybe just touch her tit. Yeah, just feel her tits. And her pussy. 
Just like having something to jack off to.

You know what, I'm not even going to answer her right now. Fuck it and fuck her. I just 
have to open up that little lab coat. Would have been easier before I tied her up. She's got 
some boring stuff underneath, white shirt, and black skirt. Let's take a look under the 
hood. 

Like I said, just a pair of mosquito bite boobs. I lift her top, god just watching her squirm 
was making me hard. I shouldn't do this. I should just put her clothes back on and try to 
escape. Or maybe just jerk off. That's it. Just go and jerk off and untie her and let her 
lock me back up. Maybe they'll let me go, maybe I will ruin the experiment. Yeah, yeah 
that's what I'll do, yeah…

Okay for small tits those things are fucking sweet. Once her shirt gave way to show those 
tits, god I just want to grab them. Maybe they're tiny but they're tits. I pull her bra down, 
oh yeah, those are nice. They're so soft and, oh my god, her nipples are hard! They look 
so cute, so tiny on her little boobs. She hasn't even said anything for the last minute, is 
she enjoying this? She's biting her lip, but I can't tell if there's happiness or what behind 
those eyes. Hell, what am I waiting for? I'll just reach down and pull those panties and… 

Oh my god, look at that snatch! SO tight and pink and…is she wet? I think she's wet. 
Little slut really does want it. Her panties ARE already wet… Fuck I ripped them off, oh 
well it won't matter. I'll give them a little sniff. Oh yeah, she wants it. Maybe she has 
some kind of rape fantasy, I don't know. Maybe she wants me to fuck her right now. 
Maybe she's into this, that she wanted me to do this. She locked Chester out, set the strap 
loose, and let herself be caught. Should I ask her? No, I, I shouldn't do this. Maybe I 
should just shoot my load all over her. That would serve her right.

What, what is that noise? Is someone knocking, oh shit don't tell me that the guards have 
seen! Fuck I better…who is that? Oh wait, its just Chester. Oh shit Chester! What the hell 
does he want? What hell is he holding? This bitch isn't going anywhere, I better see what 
he's got. This better not be a trap. I'll leave Ana sniveling for a little bit. Maybe she can 
clean up a little bit. Don't want to fuck her if she's not enjoying it. Shit I shouldn't fuck 
her.

He's mouthing something, why can't I hear him? I guess it's a soundproof room. Shit that 
makes sense. No wonder none of the guards gave a shit about me screeching like a torture 
victim. Or Ana blubbering. She must have known they wouldn't hear shit. But why is he 
here? 

I stop dead in my tracks as I see it dangling from his hand. Then I look down at my cock. 
Or rather the metal cage stopping my pussy and my cock from being free. Then I look 
back up at his hand, holding the key for this metal beast around my cock. Fuck my life!



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