The morning brought no warmth to Tessa’s observation cell, only the monotonous hum of air exchangers and the steady drip of condensation from metal pipes overhead. Tessa lay on her side in the oversized dog bed; her only comfort made slightly less comfortable by the constant wet spot that formed between her legs. The now-familiar sound of her breakfast being delivered snapped her out of fitful sleep, and she shifted, instinctively squeezing her thighs together, trying to quench the eternal fire within. The insides of her legs were so slick that her skin slipped against itself, an audible squelch and a filthy little tremor of pleasure racing up her spine.
She stretched as best she could with her limbs still encased in their latex sleeves. The techs had removed them several times now, along with the hood, for medical inspection and cleaning. The few minutes of sight and freedom of movement that she was given each week were the highlight of Tessa’s stay in ViTech’s lab, but also intensified the horror of her bondage when it inevitably returned.
She never knew exactly what time they came for her either, but it was always soon after breakfast. She propped herself up on her elbows and knees and shuffled over to the bowl.
Tessa bent down and eagerly lapped away at the contents. The techs only gave her one meal a day, so she was always hungry for more. The flavor was always the same: saline, musky, with an aftertaste of something almost sweet. She didn’t even hesitate now; her tongue plunged into the thick puddle, shoveling the clinging white goop into her mouth with quick, desperate laps and slurps. The first time she’d nearly vomited from the taste, but now, after weeks of nothing else, her body craved it. Each gulp brought relief to her gnawing hunger and a rush of tingling, low-grade euphoria that seemed to seep into the back of her skull. Instead of gagging, she found herself savoring the pervasive flavors of maleness.
She nosed the bowl across the floor, chasing the last smears of cum in the corners, unwilling to leave a single drop behind. The degradation still made her flush, but the animal hunger always won. By the time she’d finished, her nose and chin were covered in the stuff, a fact she only noticed when the bowl had been thoroughly cleaned. She licked her lips any other part of her face that she could reach with her tongue, consuming every last drop.
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The accompanying arousal was in full force by the time she had finished.
She pressed her thighs together and rocked in place, trying to avoid stimulating herself. The heat flooded her body, tendrils of unbearable need snaking through her core, twitching her muscles and quickening her breath. She’d learned, painfully and repeatedly, not to chase the orgasm her body craved so desperately. The tail’s sensors would know, and the punishment would be swift and total. Tessa whimpered, the sound catching in the filter of her mask and echoing faintly in her ears. She tried to ignore the ache, tried to focus on anything else: the grid of the tiles beneath her knees, the rubbery friction of her sleeves as her elbows slid over each other, even the faint vibrations in the air ducts overhead. But it was pointless. Her body was nothing but a quivering, leaking vessel for the chemicals that Saren had forced into her.
Her resolve finally broke, and she ground her pussy against the dog bed’s edge in tiny, futile thrusts. Each time she did, a new shudder of slickness gushed from her and pooled beneath her hips, intensifying the heat in her belly instead of quenching it. The fur of the bedding was so matted with her fluids that it stuck to her thighs in strings when she tried to adjust her position. She couldn’t stop making the tiny, plaintive noises that had become her morning ritual, little mewling sounds that barely registered as human; pure, involuntary animal need.
She hated herself for performing like this, hated the bestial sounds she made, and the way her tongue rolled out of her mouth every time she whined. But more than anything, she hated the way her body had started to like it. The ache was always there, sometimes a dull thrum, sometimes a wild symphony, but never once did it let up. It was like her cunt was a mouth, always open, always drooling, always famished for more.
She was still mewing and riding the edge when the the door hissed open, and footsteps entered the room.
“Good morning Mittens, how’s my favorite pet doing today?” Tessa was caught off guard; Saren had never visited her cell before, just popped in and out during training exercises. She raised her head, blindly pointing it in his direction.
Her voice trembled. “I need to cum.”
Saren’s shoes clicked against the tile, sharp and unhurried. Tessa curled tighter, unable to stop the grinding of her hips, the uncontrollable rippling of her muscles as the drug’s grip throttled her higher. Her lips parted, tongue slick with remnants of her “meal,” and she shivered at the knowledge that he would see her like this: wrecked and drooling, mask smeared with the aftermath of her own submission.
“You need to cum, little kitten? So soon?” His normal disinterest struggled to hide his delight.
Tessa whimpered, her voice stretched tight as nylon. “I— I’ll do anything. Anything, please, just let me— just let me cum. Please.”
Saren’s steps circled behind her, closer now, the faint tang of aftershave and ozone mixing with her own obscene scent. She felt her tail twitch, the sensors no doubt lighting up on his console as her body reacted to his presence. She barely recognized herself. The creature on the floor was not Tessa Raine, but a thing. His thing; writhing, desperate, empty.
“Anything, hmm?” He knelt, the fabric of his suit whispering as he squatted to her level. A cold hand cupped her chin, thumb dipping into her mouth, caressing her lips and gums.
She tried to nod, a frantic, jerky motion that only made his grip tighten.
Tessa nuzzled into the coldness of Saren’s knuckles, unable to stifle the sly flicking of her tongue along his thumb. At this point, she craved whatever amount of human affection she could find in this hellhole.
Saren stood up. “I’m not convinced.”
Her need reached a shriek inside her skull. She lurched forward, whining, and tried to press her masked face against his hand as it left. Impossible, but the motion was all that kept her from dry heaving out another sob. She could smell him, sharp and antiseptic, a clean predator standing over her filth.
Saren had started turning away, already bored, when Tessa lost grip on whatever tiny thread of pride she’d been clinging to. “Please, please, you don’t understand,” she blurted; the words swelled up before she could bite them down, a desperate stutter of shame and pure chemical longing. “It hurts. Every second. I can’t think, I can’t cum— I need to cum I need to cum—”
He watched, arms folded, as she grovelled on the tile. She scrambled to him, raised herself up, and wrapped her arms around his leg, trying to prevent him from leaving.
She clung to his calf like a drowning animal, babbling inconsolably: “I’ll be good— please, don’t leave, don’t leave me like this, I can’t stand it—” The words came out in a frantic slurry, and she hated herself for every syllable, but the chemicals and the hunger and the weeks of conditioning left nothing else to her. Her face pressed into the fabric of his suit, and she barely noticed as her hips started moving again, grinding against the top of his leather shoe, desperate for whatever friction they could find. Her world narrowed to the mound of leather; she humped against it, shameless, the gesture automatic, obscene, and utterly without dignity.
Her body shuddered against the tension in her limbs, latex-sheathed elbows creaking from the effort of squeezing tighter, tighter, as if she could force the need out through sheer compression. She was sure she looked insane, humping her kidnapper's leg, drooling, edging herself, but her mind was only filled with her desperation.
“Down, Mittens!” Saren ordered sternly.
She dropped to the floor sobbing, flattening her body, but unable to stop her hips from hitching up and down. Weeks of obedience training had started to come to fruition. Saren bent down and attached a leash to her collar.
“You’re lucky I don’t punish you for that outrageous display. But I’m in a forgiving mood today. Now Heel; I want you to meet somebody.”
Stifling her tears and trying to compose herself, Tessa rolled back onto her elbows and knees and shuffled towards Saren, tail swinging heavily between her legs.
"That’s better; good girl!" he crooned mockingly as he tousled her faux ears with his free hand. Tessa's plug activated at the touch as her mask detected the petting motion. She writhed in embarrassment from the sudden stimulation, her cheeks burning beneath the mask, yet she persisted in crawling, trained to maintain no more than a meter's gap between Saren's deliberate steps and her own clumsy scuttle. The leash was barely needed, yet Saren wielded it with casual authority, guiding her through the tight corridors with an occasional tug, gentle as a memory but absolute in its implications.
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What upset Tessa the most as she crawled down the hallways was the sound. Over a month of being dosed with the aphrodisiac serum in her food had changed her body in its heightened arousal, and now she constantly dripped everywhere she went, leaving a trail of puddles. The intermittent sound of her juices splattering on the ground as she moved was such a degrading reminder of her current state that she wanted to forget who she was, forget that she ever used to be a person.
Saren came to a stop, turning to regard her with a voice tinged with amusement. "You know Mittens, I have to say I'm rather impressed by your progress. Physically, I mean." He ran a gloved finger along the edge of her jaw, down the soft curve of her neck, then traced the valley between her breasts with a deliberate touch. "Your food, what we call N-82, has really done wonders. So much softer now; your whole body’s responding as designed. Bigger tits, fuller hips. Even your skin’s improved. I doubt you’d recognize yourself, if you could see.”
The words struck Tessa like a slap. She stared forward, refusing to react, but her mind fixated on the implication, on the subtle changes she could neither see nor prevent. She wanted to curse him, to spit venom, but her fear of punishment was more effective than any gag. But as Saren idly fondled her breasts, she was appalled to realize they did feel bigger than she remembered.
“From B’s to Double D’s. Amazing; no Stretch marks either.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate not to give Saren the show he so obviously expected, but the chill of exposure combined with the gentle roll of his gloved fingers sent her nipples aching for touch. Another drop of arousal dripped from between her thighs, and she hated, hated, HATED the helpless reflex that almost made her arch into his hand.
“Didn’t believe it, did you?” Saren murmured. “We designed N-82 for metabolic efficiency, but we couldn’t help adding certain physical side effects. Your body is rebuilding itself, accentuating the defining features of your sex beyond your normal genetic limits. I bet you didn’t find that out during your little investigation.” He squeezed the flesh above her hip, assessing her as one might a prize pig.
“We’ve had plenty of time to refine our various formulas, and I wanted you to introduce you to a previous test subject.” Tessa heard a click of a remote, and winced as a rush of light blinded her. It took almost a minute for her eyes to adjust after being blind for so long. “Another transparency mode feature; my R&D department thinks of everything, don’t they?”
Tessa forced her eyes to open slightly, and found herself looking into a cell similar to her own. Within it, an absurd mockery of a woman was curled up in a large dog bed like her own. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, and her face was mostly covered with another of ViTech’s masks. Saren pressed a few buttons on a control panel, and the wall slid away with a smooth hiss.
“Meet Luna.”
At the sound, Luna jerked upright, all tension and submission. Although she wore a mask like Tessa, her head cocked in the direction of her observers, and she took an audible sniff with her button nose. She gave a soft, breathy whine; a sound so canine it made Tessa’s blood run cold. The facsimile of a woman immediately rose, and Tessa immediately noticed that Luna had the same bindings as herself, tail and ears included, although hers were brown, floppy dog ears and a curled tail. She then scrambled over to where Saren was standing, and Tessa realized that Luna’s breasts were also unnaturally developed. Even so, Luna moved much more quickly than Tessa could have done in the same position, and upon arriving at her master’s feet, sat on her heels in the “Beg” pose that Tessa hated so much.
“You see how well-trained she is? She was a senior researcher before going through our program,” Saren explained, not to Luna but to Tessa, as though the subject couldn’t possibly be listening.
“Now, she’s our gold standard. Pet of the Month, so to speak. I believe you two knew each other in a past life, however. Her old name was Claire.” A strand of drool had started to connect Luna’s gaping mouth to the floor, slowly forming another puddle. Tessa felt sick; she suddenly recognized the woman before her, a distinct moon-shaped birthmark on her cheek confirming the connection.
She’d met Claire in a greasy downtown café, a smart, thin woman with glasses who had arranged their rendezvous with promises of destroying the corporate monolith known as ViTech. Claire had been one of the brains behind the company’s drug program, and upon meeting Tessa, had reported in hushed tones the first bits of evidence of Saren’s human trials. Tessa had bought her a coffee and scribbled details in her notebook, promising to protect her source. At the time, Claire had seemed intelligent, confident, and put together. No more.
“What did you do to her?” Tessa asked, eyes not leaving the Claire’s absurd form.
Saren’s smile sharpened. “We perfected the protocol. Her conditioning is irreversible. She experiences nothing but pleasure and obedience. The project calls for a social element, and I’d love for you to assist in the demonstration.”
“Go ahead,” Saren said. “She won’t bite… unless you ask her to.”
Tessa stared at the small, four legged creature before her. This version of Luna bore no resemblance to the person she had talked to a few months ago. Now she was all pillowy and hungry, stripped of language and dignity, and the way she eyed Tessa made her skin crawl.
“She’s not human anymore,” Tessa whispered.
“Neither are you,” Saren replied flatly. He gestured in Luna’s direction. “Go on.”
Tessa hesitated, her body a taut cord of shame and dread, but Saren’s stare left no room for delay. She shuffled forwards.
Luna was even smaller up close, her limbs delicate and pale beneath the latex sleeves. Her lips glistened, tongue lolling obscenely as she panted. The woman crawled to Tessa’s side, then froze, her dog-ears cocked askew, nose twitching with unmistakable curiosity. Tessa recoiled, instinctively bracing for a feral attack, but Luna only pressed closer, lips parted in anticipation, eyes flickering with a needy, animal light. The girl’s face hovered centimeters from Tessa’s, breath hot with the stench of ViTech’s cum-flavored nutrients. Tessa tried to rear back, but Saren’s leash left her no room to retreat.
“Claire… Claire, it’s me. Tessa. You remember, right?” The words came out in a hoarse hiss, barely audible. “We worked together. Grande macchiato, remember? One cream and three—”
Luna’s tongue flicked out, wet and eager, dragging along the length of Tessa’s jaw in a single, slow lick, cleaning off the remnants of Tessa’s breakfast. A moan vibrated up from deep in Luna’s chest, a note of pure, desperate need, and she shivered with pleasure at the contact. Tessa tried to turn her head, but Luna only followed, nuzzling against her lips and cheeks, licking and sniffing with frantic little whimpers, her saliva slicking the side of Tessa’s face.
Tessa had a flashback to the first time she'd ever kissed a girl: a sorority dare, cheap vodka, the briefest brush of lips on a stranger's cheek, laughter and shrill cheers ringing in her ears. She'd never thought herself actually attracted to women; she'd never even considered it. But this was not a kiss, not a gesture of affection or connection between equals. This was an animal in heat, trying to find an outlet for her need.
Tessa squeezed her eyes shut, voice trembling with a combination of revulsion and ever-present arousal. “Claire, stop, listen to me— hey, snap out of it—”
Luna’s arm-nubs trapped Tessa’s own with surprising strength. She pressed her enormous naked chest against Tessa’s, pushing her back until they both toppled into the plush mat that served as a bed. It reeked of sex. The shock of Luna’s smaller, softer body pinning her down was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of Luna’s mouth latching onto the curve of her neck, sucking hungrily, then trailing lower. Tessa tried to buck her off, but Luna’s weight was perfectly distributed, her movements smooth and practiced. Luna’s tongue danced down Tessa’s skin, licking the sweat from her sternum, pausing to lap at her breasts with same frantic urgency as a puppy discovering a new toy. The tip of Luna’s tail wagged frantically with each pass of her tongue, the beads in her own plug flexing as she arched against the mattress.
“It’s me, fuck, Claire, please, you’re still in there. Listen to me, hey—” Tessa’s words broke on a gasp as Luna’s mouth closed on her nipple, rolling it between slick lips and teeth with an instinctive, desperate suckle. The sensation sent a spike of pleasure down to Tessa’s cunt, already throbbing and leaking, but she tried to focus through the fog, to anchor herself to the voice of her lost friend.
“Claire, you need to fight it. Don’t let them—”
A sharp, delighted noise bubbled from Luna’s throat; she sucked harder, her tongue pressing and nudging insistently. The pressure made Tessa’s back arch, her hips bucking involuntarily, the heat of her cunt smearing itself against Luna’s thigh. Tessa’s mind screamed in distress but her body revolted, her pussy clenching and leaking at the rough, animal attentions.
She fumbled for words, voice a raw rasp. “Claire, please— stop. You don’t have to—” Her plea dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Luna, emboldened by the scent and taste of sweat and serum, rotated one hundred and eighty degrees and slid down Tessa’s belly, tongue lapping up every residual trace of arousal as she went. She licked Tessa’s stomach clean, pressed her cheek flat to Tessa’s trembling thigh, tongue slopping at the rivulets of slick that dripped ceaselessly from her cunt.
Tessa tried to twist away, but Luna only followed, using her arms and superior leverage to pin Tessa’s hips to the bed. Luna’s legs were pinning Tessa’s arms, which positioned her cunt right above Tessa’s face. Luna’s clenching holes were already sopping wet even before she lowered herself over Tessa’s face. The black latex covered her thighs, but it but it did nothing to contain the sticky, glistening flood dribbling from her. Tessa’s protests choked off as Luna’s pussy pressed against her lips, the heat and scent of it overwhelming; drool and arousal pooling in thick, salty-sweet ropes that smeared across Tessa’s cheeks and chin. She tried to shake her head, but Luna only rode her harder, grinding her slit forward, desperate to bury Tessa’s mouth in the mess.
“Good girls,” Saren crooned from above, his words muffled by the pressure of Luna’s thighs clamping tight around Tessa’s head. “Show her how it’s done, Luna.”
Luna responded with a guttural whine, shoving herself even harder against Tessa’s mouth. The taste was familiar and sickeningly addictive, ViTech’s signature blend of need, shame, and the drug-spiked juices that coated every inch of her tongue. Luna’s cunt throbbed against Tessa’s face, the heat and wet engulfing her nose and lips so absolutely that her breathing came only in short, desperate bursts. Each time she gasped, the aroma of Luna’s arousal flooded her senses, tricking her body into responding, involuntary, eager.
The girl’s tongue was everywhere at once: up the inside of her thigh, flicking at the shuddering cleft of her pussy, circling her clit with wild, greedy laps that made Tessa’s breath catch in her chest. Tessa thrashed, mortified at how her body responded, but Luna only moaned louder, tail curling and wagging in delighted frenzy. For some reason, after enduring so much suffering, it felt incredible to be serviced by something even lower than herself.
Tessa squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to block out the sensation. “Claire— fuck, Claire, please, this is not you. You have to listen to me—” She gasped for breath as Luna smeared her leaking cunt all over Tessa’s face again. She tried to push Luna off, but the girl had too much leverage. All she could do was squirm beneath the girl’s mouth as Luna buried her face where Tessa needed friction most and sucked, slurping at the overflow of ViTech’s own engineering.
“Look at that,” Saren drawled, voice syrupy with delight. “So eager, isn’t she? She used to be afraid of her own desires. Now she lives for them.” Tessa tried to tune him out, focusing only on the white ceiling, on the dull glare of the lights and the cool bite of the tile under her back, anything to fight the growing pressure in her clit and the electric tingling crawling up her spine.
She didn’t want it. The last real piece of herself, the one that could still say no, recoiled at the sick pleasure pulsing through her. She was not this, was never meant to be this, but Luna licked insistently, making desperate little sounds of gratitude every time Tessa’s hips shuddered, every time her cunt slicked the girl’s chin with another humiliating gush. Luna kept shifting, keeping Tessa’s legs bent and splayed, glued to the filthy mattress as Luna lapped at her like she’d die without the taste.
Tessa’s protests collapsed into animal gulps of air and involuntary whimpers. Luna’s tongue was relentless, drawing tight circles over Tessa’s engorged clit before licking desperately through the folds, slurping up every drop as though she’d never tasted anything sweeter. Luna’s tongue worked faster, frantic, her suction a perfect rhythm keyed to the trembling in Tessa’s thighs. Tessa’s hips bucked up, the pressure in her clit almost unbearable, her head lolling as she let out a raw, huffing moan. All her nerves screamed for the orgasm; she could feel it, bright and violent, building at the base of her spine, just a few more licks, just a little more. She wanted it so badly that her vision pulsed, the edges going hazy white. She clenched her jaw and then her entire body, poised to detonate—
And then her cunt seized, not with release, or with punishment, but with a cramping refusal. A memory, burned into her body as much as her mind: the cold shock of electricity, the tail plug’s punishment every time she had tried to climax during training. Even without any actual voltage, her body had learned the lesson. A flash of animal panic flooded her, and Tessa’s muscles flexed and strained in a peculiar way, short-circuiting her orgasm before it could fire. Her clit throbbed in a way that was almost painful, the pleasure spiraling up into a razor-edged plateau, then halting, suspended in a state of pure, clawing need that left her breathless and writhing.
She let out a broken, helpless sound, her entire body trembling in frustration. Luna didn’t stop, didn’t even slow; the tongue kept working, lapping and circling as though the only thing that mattered was keeping Tessa right there, on the edge, forever. Each fresh wave only made the pressure in her cunt worse, and her muscles seized, desperate for a climax that her own nerves refused to grant. She heard herself screaming, the sound so raw and animal that she barely recognized it as human, and as she did, a fresh rush of arousal splattered on Luna’s cheeks, which the girl immediately licked off with a whine of her own unsatiated need. Tessa barely heard Saren’s voice as it echoed off the cell walls.
“You can’t save her, Mittens. You can’t even save yourself.”
He pressed a button on his watch, and Tessa’s vision immediately disappeared into the familiar darkness. She gave up struggling and lay back, exhausted, tears burning her eyes. She didn’t resist when Luna finally ceased her assault, curled up between her legs, and rested her head on Tessa’s stomach. Saren watched them for several minutes, the satisfaction in his eyes as sharp as a scalpel.
He left them like that, frozen in their misery, for a long, long time.