Tori's Evaluation
#2 of A Slippery Slope
Tori was desperately searching for an "Exit" sign amidst the rows of doors while sprinting down the hallway. His heart was beating its way out of his chest as he flew past the signs marked only by numbers and cryptic departmental names.
How could he have been so careless? He was always so cautious when it came to work. How did he let his curiosity get the best of him? The questions were lining up in a queue within his mind and interrogating himself in a vain effort to find sense and calm amidst his panic. His breathing was hard and desperate.
He was certain he'd been discovered. While prying into suspicious company files, he suddenly realized his protection software had become disabled. This alone wasn't a guarantee that he'd been found, but it was more than enough to convince the dog that his searches were no longer private. He had to get out, no matter what.
An elevator! Normally he hated them and their tight enclosed boxes of claustrophobia with automated doors and nervously silent traveling companions. In this state of panic, however, it looked like a shining gateway to freedom, beckoning him. He pressed the button and was surprisingly rewarded with an instantaneous chime and opening of the doors. He leaped inside and immediately searched for the lobby button. Strangely, nothing said lobby, and there were no numbers on any of the buttons. However, there were several odd labels with different letter combinations. "WK," "TR," "EO," "QK," "ER," and finally "LB." Maybe LB was lobby? It had to be. The panicked mutt mashed the touch screen, making the selection glow and the doors mercifully close. A smooth mechanical hum began accompanying the car's descent, and a very rapid one, at that; Tori could feel the floor almost dropping out from under his footpaws as he slammed his shoulder against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Alone in the cylindrical space, the mongrel began contemplating how he had gotten into this insane situation. He'd been brought on as an auditor for some financial operations within the Vulcanis Corporation. The contract paid exceptionally well, and there had been several other applicants who put themselves through the rigorous background checks and personal privacy dives, but only Tori had gotten in. His boss at the firm had given him an almost forlorn look before he packed up to travel to the VC headquarters. The badger had put a paw on his shoulder with only the words "Watch yourself."
His job had been to search for discrepancies in some of the volume purchases that Vulcanis had been doing with its biggest outsourced nanotech materials supplier. Tori had been finding discrepancies alright, but every time he'd gotten close to figuring out their source, he'd had someone at the company pull him away with a distracting task, or even a warning. Dedication to his role combined with a misguided sense of determination led him to using more surreptitious means of gathering the information he needed. It had seemed to work, because he began digging deeper than ever before without meeting any resistance. Until today, that is.
His boss' words were echoing in his ears now, along with the audible pounding of his heart that overpowered the noise of the elevator's descent. He was surprised at how fast it was moving down, and how long the trip was taking. Surely he'd gotten to the first floor by now. It was his nerves. That's it, just his nerves. Taking a deep breath, he began rising up and composing himself. "You've still got to get out of the building, past security and call a cab. Look natural."
At long last, he began feeling the car slow down; the weight on his feet increasing as it groaned to a halt at the bottom of the shaft. He straightened his tie and stood almost at attention right at the line. A soft chime sounded, and the curved doors slid away to reveal him to the room.
However, he was not in the lobby. And that...wasn't a security guard. An absolutely enormous figure blocked his exit from the elevator car, shining in the light like a polished statue. And on its head, some kind of futuristic gas mask concealed its face.
At first, Tori thought it actually was a statue. Horse-like in its features, It looked like stone or rubber on its surface and it didn't move one iota. But suddenly, it's chest rose, and the loud 'hiss' of an air regulator snapped the mutt into the realization that it most certainly wasn't a statue.
Before he even had time to think, much less react, the towering mass was grabbing him by his whole torso and yanking him from the elevator car. His arms were flailing, desperately trying to grab at the elevator controls or clutch at the door edges as the monster effortlessly grasped him just before he had his vision blinded by something forced over his face. A terrified scream blasted from his throat, but the muffled sound was likely only reaching his own ears. Panicked breaths were pulling air through what felt like a hose hanging off the end of his muzzle, and the poor mutt's struggles were becoming less and less motivated. The realization that he was being gassed only started reaching him as his eyelids began to droop. His lungs full of the heavily anesthetic-laced air, the mutt soon went completely limp in the arms of his captor.
The semi-conscious dog was being gingerly placed down onto a hover-gurney, and after a few more seconds, the mask was lifted from his head, allowing him to simply rest. Tori was so heavily under the gas' influence that he couldn't even turn his head to see where it came from. A muscular body went past his field of view for a moment, and he caught another glimpse of what must have been a brown latex suit with a bobbed rubber equine tail before the gurney began moving.
The full-face mask was pulled away from him, only to be replaced by a smaller clear plastic one that continued to taint the air he breathed. Tori saw nothing but stark, curved walls, dark corridors and momentary views of various rooms with strange equipment as he was pushed along to his fate. The dog was still quite convinced that he wasn't going to make it through the night, yet why hadn't they just done away with him? Did they need information? Was he going to be tortured? He could only blink his eyes as a tear ran down his muzzle, the poor terrified mutt lying helpless upon the thinly-padded surface sliding noiselessly down the hallway. The mask strapped to his head continued to feed him a steady supply of the sedative, keeping him awake, but quite pacified and absolutely unable to move a muscle.
Despite the swimming of his mind, his body had not gone numb: the sensations of movement from the ride proving the case. Slight corrections in the gurney's course made his limp body twitch and his head roll gently left and right.
His eyelids drooped and pupils dilated wide, his whole body sat in a state of unresponsiveness as the unseen figure pushed him into a dimly-lit room with black walls and a floor made of softly glowing white tiles. The sudden stop of his mobile bed caused his neck to flex and head to roll over to his opposite shoulder. His eyes now beheld a sight that once again set of a chain of fright within him, yet alongside the crescendo of fear was a bizarre sense of baffling confusion that kept his mind from fully reaching an apex of panic. He was in a room containing what appeared to be the most elaborate bondage system he'd ever laid eyes upon. Obvious locations for wrists, ankles, chest and neck were all present; positioned on what at first glance was a table, but with hinges, servos, and ball-joints of all kinds and in all places. The "table" seemed to truly be nothing of the kind. No single part of the device appeared to be unable to move in some sort of fashion. His clouded mind was trying to process the scene as best it could. The bondage table alone could mean any number of horrible things were about to be done to him, but there was more. Bizarre and unidentified scientific-looking devices were all sitting inside custom-fit niches within the wall, some apparently powered externally with cables, hoses and adapters tethering them in their spaces.
The only thing preventing Tori from fully believing he was about to die, and possibly in the most horrible ways imaginable, was the cognitive dissonance his mind was meeting by looking elsewhere in the room. Everywhere, there were objects which fit only one description: play.
Neatly arranged on a shelf nearby the high-tech platform was a set of objects very familiar to the dog. Rubber gags in the shape of cartoon-like dog bones, hoods, masks, and all sorts of rubbery accouterments, many of which he'd never laid eyes on before, but could easily guess as to their purpose. What the hell kind of torture was this? It was as though his captors had raided his closet at home, procured all his favorite party favors, polished them and set them up on display. The knowledge filled him with a grim sense of determination. If they were thinking that stuff would scare him, they had another thing coming. Maybe, just maybe, he could get through this and pretend that what was happening truly was terrible, even if most of it resembled what he did most Saturday nights.
His thoughts and observations were suddenly refocused by the reappearance of the huge russet creature into his view. Clearly a horse, but whose face was obscured by the intimidating gas mask, the figure was heavy, muscular and obviously quite well-endowed. A ridiculous bulge showing from the similarly-colored thong he wore over his latex bodysuit. The equine began opening the cuffs and locks on the high-tech table, facing away from Tori, giving the mutt a momentary close look at the rippling ass cheeks that shone in the room's floor lights.
Before he could finish his musing of how on earth the suit was so perfectly tight on him, the horse turned and began approaching the gurney. He stopped right in front of the mutt without looking down or showing any sign that Tori was even there. It was becoming clear to the slowly sobering mutt that the horse didn't seem to be quite... all there. It was as though the equine was somehow artificial, or being controlled remotely by some kind of invisible marionette strings.
Like some sort of slippery automaton, the equine's over-sized hands gripped at the prone dog's shirt, and with a single motion began tearing it away from his body. The buttons of the dress chemise popped off like an opening zipper; the tiny objects clattering to the floor as his undershirt was exposed in a singular motion that seemed to not take any effort whatsoever. The sleeves were then sliced lengthwise with the same ease, leaving the formerly neatly pressed shirt in a set of tatters all on the floor. The dog's undershirt was shredded like a sheet of tissue paper, leaving his pumping chest open to the air that his lungs dragged in and out through the small mask. Tori began uttering a series of soft, gasping squeaks, which he had intended to be lung-busting screams. The horse wasn't showing any kind of reaction to his unintelligible plea as he proceeded to open his belt and destroy his khakis. All the while, the horse made no indication that it was even aware of Tori's presence. The motion was methodical, deliberate, unfeeling and devoid of any care, taking away anything the dog had covering his body until finally the only thing left were his briefs, which were unceremoniously pulled from either end to the breaking point and dropped to the glowing tiles below.
Muted, whimpering pleas from Tori's muzzle were utterly ignored as his body was lifted like a rag-doll and lowered into restraints of the table. The staccato *clack* of all six steel locks echoed in his ears alongside the corresponding sensation of hard, unyielding metal pressing itself against his pelt, tight and unmoving. Seconds were all it took for him to be held solid as a statue; his attempts to struggle free manifesting as just a slight wiggle of his toes. Even as his muscles began to tingle and slowly come back to life once the small gas mask was pulled from his muzzle, he realized the hopelessness of even attempting to move. As much as he loved bondage play, he still didn't know if he was about to be given a joy ride, or vivisectioned, and no amount of sexual interest in his positioning was going to allay the mutt's dread of whatever was to follow.
The enormous rubber-clad creature calmly, almost numbly left the mutt's side, walking towards one of the tables and picking up what appeared to be a sack made of slick black latex. The loose, shapeless object moved like gelatin in the horse's hands as he walked back towards Tori's immobilized frame. Molded into it was a set of glowing electronic devices, and as his captor approached closer, he began noticing it had a hood-like structure. The canine's head involuntarily began trying to wrench itself away from the steel collar to avoid the inevitable. As blackness filled his vision and cold rubber enveloped his cranium, the claustrophobic familiarity of so many bondage parties rushed back into his mind, pooling at the back of his consciousness and nagging at his desire in the midst of his terror. Still unable to form cohesive words, his fear-induced utterance bore an uncanny resemblance to a whine of pleasure, while he was still doing his utmost to steel himself for whatever was about to occur.
The hood was strangely loose-fitting, but the sticky latex quickly began to close off his air supply. Controlling his panic with years of experience, he held his lungs still, feeling the rubber being moved around by the now-unseen creature in the room with him. His ears were fitted neatly into loose sleeves, and muzzle in a tunnel-shaped portion of the latex sheet. A quiet, digital tone then sounded, as if inside his own brain, and without warning, the hood began shrinking!
The unexpected and entirely unexplained transformation made his panic finally settle in. His limbs kicked into full tilt in their struggles against the metallic rings holding him as he felt the empty space around his face disappearing; the air being forced out from the seal quickly closing around his neck. As the material grew tighter, he felt every square inch of his head now being pressed firmly, his muzzle forced tightly shut and floppy ears sealed within their own tight sleeve-like prisons. The unbelievably tight enclosure now prevented even the slightest movement of his head or neck, and just before he was certain he'd pass out due to lack of oxygen, a blast of cool air began to be forced into his nostrils. He panted heavily, desperately taking deep drags of the merciful flow as his naked body continued shaking like a leaf, spread-eagle within the unyielding structure.
As his breathing was slowing to a reasonable pace, he became aware of the passage of time, realizing it had been a significant while since anything had happened. 5 minutes? Maybe 30? He wasn't sure of the amount, merely that nothing had happened for long enough for him to notice; a change from the previously unceasing chain of events he had been subjected to. The pause was also long enough for him to realize that amidst all of his fear, his body was betraying him. His sheath was full and heavy with cool air lapping at the tip of his maleness, indicating it was emerging. Before he was able to ponder what it might mean to his captor, or captors, the blackness surrounding him evaporated into brilliant light. His eyelids blinked as twin holographic displays over his eyes flickered on. His irises gradually tightened in response and gave him a 3D view of the room he was in, with his naked and bound body as the centerpiece of the show. Normally, obtaining such a view required a large mirror above the scene, and a mask which lacked opaque lenses through which he could view it. But now, he had a full out-of-body view of himself, which quickly began moving. The camera was on some kind of movable arm over his body, and it slowly migrated around him to provide several different angles before settling on one that looked down on him from slightly off-center.
The view was lacking of any periphery, keeping Tori still largely in the dark about what was happening around him, but it gave a clear sense of scale as the massive brown equine entered the scene and towered over his hapless body. He also saw a second figure enter, all-black and likewise coated in rubber from head-to-toe. This one was sporting a long, slender feline tail. Likewise, it wire a gas mask whose hoses were connected to a backpack adorned with indicators and displays. Dear gods... how were those suits so tight? No seams, folds, or ripples of any kind were ever visible when they moved. His thoughts once again were openly translated into the stiffening of his loins further, and he whimpered as he saw his enlarging penis become the focus of both creatures. The equine nodded to the other, which left the camera's view as Tori simultaneously felt and saw his ball sac grasped by the enormous brown hand. The horse's palm's slick surface enclosed his orbs fully and firmly gripped around the base of his scrotum. Pitiful, conflicted cries filled the tight hood around his head as his defenseless testicles were gently rolled, squeezed and tugged upon, making the dog wince within the confines of his hood. The masked horse seemed to be studying Tori closely, as if to gauge his reactions despite the fact any outward expression of his face was utterly obscured.
The mutt's erection, however, made no mistake of what was happening. The bright red flesh engorged fully with blood and throbbed heavily standing upright in the air. A swollen knot at the base bulged out from the sides as the cum slit began to leak continuously. One of the horse's great rubber digits pressed firmly against the head and dragged slowly downwards, making the poor dog's hips desperately attempt to squirm away, as the smearing pre-cum glistened over the length of the tortured member.
"He's ready." An echoing, almost synthesized voice said from somewhere outside the camera's view. The black feline reappeared, carrying an object retrieved from the shelves nearby; the creature was now distinctly identifiable as a lion with a solidified rubber surface covering his mane. The more he watched the creatures (granted, in his present condition, his mind wasn't tremendously analytical,) the more he thought that they didn't seem to be wearing suits at all. He was becoming convinced that somehow, in some inexplicable way, they were made of rubber themselves.
The horse continued holding Tori's balls (although it was more stretching than holding, the poor abused testicles nearly 2 inches lower than they normally were,) and took the object with his free hand. The dog felt a chilling cold sensation on his scrotum, as a solid, unyielding object surrounded his ball sac and clicked closed, the stretching sensation lightening slightly as the horse released his grip. The towering equine obscured the camera's view of the dog's junk temporarily, as additional items were handed to him by the lion.
The mutt gasped for air through the hose connected to his impossibly-tight headgear, unable to escape or fight back in any way as a solid rubber hand tightly gripped his rigid member. The slick surface against his exposed, sensitive flesh fired off deeply-seated pleasure centers of his kinky mind. A slow, gentle feed of relaxant gas filled his lungs every time he breathed, giving him just enough consciousness to behold what was being done to him, but no ability to fight back even within his mind, much less his body.
Something long and slender within the horse's rubber hand suddenly shimmered in the light, and with surgical precision, the probe was placed against the tip of Tori's penis. Knowing what was coming next, the mutt once again instinctively tried to command his muscles to pull away in futility. The familiar stinging pain of entry into his urethra shot through his shaft, the probe descending into his dick and holding his piss hole wide open. The lubricated surface of the sound quickly made him feel the desperate need to urinate, but the tool sinking in lower and lower sealed him shut tightly and prevented any such relief. He wailed between his clenched teeth inside the hood as the bulbous end reached the very base of his cock, and as the pain was giving way to a dull soreness, the object moved within him, as if positioning itself within his anatomy in preparation for something. A few breaths later, there was the sensation of flowing as Tori's bladder was forcefully drained by the device. A deep groan of semi-relief was heard from the mutt and echoed off the walls of the stark room, with the yellow watery liquid spraying out the end of the sound protruding from his member all over his bared chest and stomach. The dog urine pooled in his navel, running down in streaming beads over his sides to splash unceremoniously on the floor like an overflowing sink. Yet before the entire quantity was used up, the device once again clicked within him, and his bladder clenched as the flow was forcefully stopped.
The mongrel's chest rose and fell, soaked and dripping with the musky leavings of his own scent as the lion-like rubber creature once again entered the view. Another object was placed against the end of his muzzle, and a soft whisper met his muted ears.
"Time to open up pup."
The rubber hood, which up until this point was motionless since it's initial contraction into ultra-tightness around his skull, seemed to liquefy slightly along his lips and rapidly violated his muzzle's edges, yanking his jaw open like some kind of invisible set of hands. His mouth now wide open to the air in the room, the mutt quickly took several fast panting breaths of the merciful fresh air, his nostrils still covered by the hood and only able to pull in the gassed vapor from the tube. The relief was short-lived as he felt a smooth, but firm new introduction into his maw, with the taste of latex reaching his tongue as something round and phallic was inserted all the way to the rear of his throat, making him *gack* and nearly choke for a moment. The hood then seemed to re-close itself, filling in the space around the nozzle in his mouth and forming a perfect seal so nothing could enter or leave. The thin tube feeding his nostrils air resumed its hissing away, giving him just enough to breathe, but no more.
The dripping end of the sound still lodged within his doghood was fitted to the end of yet another rubber tube, which Tori quickly noticed was dangling from the end of his hooded muzzle. _"Oh gods....are they serious?" _And with another click, his question was answered. The tube went from clear to amber, and once the color reached his muzzle, the inevitable salty taste of his own piss flooded his maw, billowing out his cheeks until the pressure rose to where he had no choice but to swallow. He felt the hand of the horse upon his abdomen, pressing downward as if to force every last drop out of his bladder. The dog was taking deep gulps from the tube until the stream abated, and he could once again pull drags of air through his nose.
The horse gave his ball sac one more hefty squeeze as an amused nickering reached Tori's ears. The pup had no idea that he'd, in fact, given himself away. He was loving every second of what was happening. With his eyes still somewhat de-focused and rolling under the effects of the gas, his mind still floating somewhere between gibberish and sheer erotic potential energy, he wasn't able to grasp his situation fully.
The assessment of him was accurate, for sure. An unseen figure in the corner of the room thought.
_ Time for the final phase._ Itcracked its knuckles, then touched a holopad control, the display blinking to life.
Fresher air was entering Tori's lungs than before, and he became aware of himself to a higher level. None of his sensations were deadened throughout, but his ability to mentally block or resist what was happening had been utterly deprived of him. Now, as he became more lucid, the after-effects of the gas brought about nothing more than relaxation and a gentle ambivalence. Yeah, he was fine, just fine. Nothing to worry about. In fact, that feeling was being reinforced by an almost soothing touch by the previously non-reactive rubber creatures. Their slick, shining hands stroked his immobile form, teasing along his nipples and massaging over his shoulders like tender lovers even as their expressionless masks loomed over him.
His view began moving, and the camera positioned itself to look directly at the horse, and Tori took the opportunity to study him more closely. Rippling muscles shined with a deep brown color over his body, the surface of his body impossibly smooth. The masked horse took both hands, and with a robotic motion, grasped the latex briefs covering his nether regions and pulled them down his legs. One of those unique, gorgeous equine sheaths was hiding underneath, with a set of low-hanging apple-sized orbs stretching the flesh as gravity tugged them down.
Shiny... the horse's gentials were just as bright and smooth as the rest of his entire body... Tori realized that he had surmised correctly that this creature was made of rubber!
While locked on the incomprehensible idea, he beheld the penis of the horse beginning to emerge from the swelling sheath and pour itself out into the air between the telephone pole-like legs. His inner ears swam as he heard the sound of hydraulics and felt the sensation of spinning. The armature he was bound to was being rotated and re-positioned, pulling his arms into new positions and spreading his legs apart. The disorientation was making him slightly motion sick, as the view his eyes were presented with inside the hood did not change as he as flipped over onto his belly in midair. His hips were forced into a bend, the machinery whining and groaning as he was helplessly positioned into a forced presentation of his rump. The shining equine flesh fully hardened into a rigid pole of rubber, equipped with pulsating veins and a tip readied to flare. The masked creature taking the heavy set of breeding tools in his hands and stroked, kneaded and stretched them as though showing them off to the mongrel.
As the displays fed his eyes with the mesmerizing sight, something slender touched at the center of his anus and effortlessly slipped inside, making it clench and squirm around the unexpected intruder. A loud squelching sound accompanied the mutt's yelp of surprise as a cold, goopy substance injected itself past his rectum and made his whole ass feel a biting chill grip his loins. The thick lubricant seeped into every crevice of his tunnel, and as the nozzle was withdrawn the whimpering mongrel had no doubts about what was to follow.
The scene swiveled once more, Tori's helpless backside rising into view, positioned at "center stage" with just enough peripheral view to watch the rubber giant take a stride towards him and hold the cannon of a dick aimed right at his most helpless spot. Black rubber paws wrapped around his hips and took hold of each of his ass cheeks; the masked lion spreading them lewdly apart so that his leaking asshole was bared and beckoning, as if welcoming the inevitable.
The mutt was furiously panting into the hood and tears streamed down his cheeks inside the latex covering. He'd taken big boys before, but a horse? Only once... and he wasn't able to sit down again for days afterward. This was going to hurt...a lot. He felt the latex surface of the penis touch his tail star, and despite its rubbery texture it felt hot against his flesh. The dog shut eyes eyes tightly and braced himself...
A pause. The pressure against his cleft was holding steady, not increasing and not letting up. Tori's lungs pumped, his eyes still slitted closed with his heart banging away; the sound of his own pulse deafening his ears inside the hood. What the fuck was he waiting for?! Were they wanting him to beg for it? If that was the case they could keep waiting. Anything to keep that ass-ruiner for splitting him open unprepared! Seconds ticked by, and turned to what seemed like an eternity. All the while, his ass was held spread wide, the rubber horse pressed against his mutthole but still unmoving. Yet, something was happening inside him, invisibly. Something the dog didn't quite understand, but felt the effects of. It was as though his gut was sagging within him, loosening itself and gaining surface area without any stretching. What the hell did they put inside him?!
"Good afternoon Mr. Perrora."
The unexpected voice in his head made the panicked and confused dog gasp, his eyeballs darting left and right as the only part of him not yet immobilized. What the fuck?
"I would apologize for the circumstances, but I know that's not necessary. In fact, I know that you're actually right where you want to be."
Unable to reply with the nozzle stuffed in his gullet, the mutt simply emitted a pitiful, questioning "meep?"
"You see, we went along with your prying and digging into our records for quite some time. We put up roadblocks in your way, and did everything we could to stymie your progress in learning about our operations without giving our counter-surveillance away. It was successful for a time, and as we hoped, you persisted."
With the warm pole of rubber horse meat tapping against his anus with the frequency of the creature's heart rate and the claws of the latex feline still digging firmly into his rump and holding him spread, Tori was finding it distinctively difficult to concentrate on the words being said. Copious amounts of pre had been gradually draining from his knotted dong, and had saturated the tube leading to his muzzle, the liquid now inches away from his hooded lips just like his own edge of sanity and tolerance now lay barely within reach.
"You see Tori, we keep a very close eye on all analysts we have coming into our building, and we knew that you were special, but we needed to test you just to make sure. I'm pleased to tell you that we've been summarily impressed and are prepared to offer you a position in our organization."
Wait....what? They were offering him...a job? _ What?! Here?! _NOW?!
"Now, obviously there are some details to work out, and a fairly significant conflict of interest that will need to be resolved with your existing firm, but that's nothing new to us and won't pose a problem."
Between fitful squirms and whimpers, Tori noticed the small, shoeless fuzzy foot of a crossed leg in a sitting position bouncing just at the edge of the camera's view. Above it, a paw could be seen holding of all things, a clipboard.
"We're prepared to double your current compensation, and provide a hefty benefits package which includes full medical, dental, and vision coverage. A fitness center, legal defense insurance, and 401k are also provided. Plus, if you opt into our test subject program, you can also enjoy regular treatment with rubberized sex slaves spit-roasting you until you can no longer see straight. Now, we can work out the remaining details once you've had time to think things over, but in the meantime, Nors here will offer you a free sample of our generous compensation plan."
_ Oh no..._
Like being pulled down onto a telephone pole, the blunted tip of the horse started rising up into him. His eyes clamped back closed and the mutt's wail echoed off the walls of the room as he was speared by the phallus that didn't so much penetrate him as it did punch its way in between the halves of his torso. Needle-like pain shot through him as his tailhole gave way to the unstoppable force, the sensation firing up his spine like lightning into his brain. Every fiber of his being now focused solely upon the heavy weight that ascended his bowel and pushed his chemically loosened insides out of the way during it's merciless insertion. His prostate was quickly mashed flat in the entrance, and with a gyration of the rubber horse's hips, the equine continued past his inner boundaries and moved further still. The sight of the veined rubber shaft disappearing under his tail inch by inch displayed to him in his hood went completely unseen to his shut eyelids as he bit down fiercely on the nozzle forced between his jaws. Another inch...and another...and another...the penetration feeling so deep and heavy that the hard soreness felt like it reached up beyond his navel.
The dog dragged heavy pulls of air from the mask between each exhale of moans, squeals and pained yelps, and as Nors finally stopped his forward motion and rested his living latex spheres against the mutt's taint, time slowed down. Tori's rump closed around the circumference buried in him as the lion released the furry hemispheres, letting them nestle close against the crotch of the enormous male hilted atop him.
Tori finally allowed himself a glimpse of the scene presented to him, the visual confirmation of what had transpired dealing his lust-fueled mind another pained blow of realization that edged him another tiny step towards release. Each push towards it was halfway as close as the last; the edging driving him mad as he desperately tried to beg from within his hood. The pathetic canine whine was almost painfully shrill, and as another splash of his own precum reached his tongue for him to swallow, he felt his head being gently grasped.
"I believe the doggie wants something. Tsaro, why don't you be a good lion and give the poor puppy a bone."
The slickened length of the nozzle in his maw dragged against his tongue and teeth until it popped from his lips with a loud slurp, his desperate gasp immediately followed by a pleading shout.
"For fuck's sake please let me cu-*gluk*!"
The dog's request was immediately silenced by a pointed and ridged latex feline manhood that began to thrust repeatedly in and out of the hole-like opening in his hood as the lion fed his penis to Tori. His rubber-coated ears were gripped upon and pulled painfully forward for use as leverage for the pounding hips that fucked at his face like a toy. In tandem, Tori felt as though his entire bowel was emptying at once as the hips of the horse pulled backward away from his cleft, leaving a stream of over-saturated lubricant that sputtered from his anus like hydraulic fluid around the throbbing mass, only to ram its way back up into him like it was reaching for his heart.
As if machines were trying to meet in the center of his body from either end, the rubber creatures banged away at his orifices. With the piston of a great sexual engine still shoving it's way through his wrecked behind, the drugs pulsed through his bloodstream, making his body physically capable of sustaining the abuse. His mind, however, was fraying at the edges as his ball sac still remained stretched down and away from his groin, inhibiting his ultimate release.
Tori's whole universe now existed within the hood. He could see and know nothing else; all the sensations fed to his mind making him feel as though the entirety of his person was clenched firmly within the rubber that clung to his skull. He was nothing but a thing to be used, serving only as a receptacle for the lustful desires of a set of bizarre rubber monstrosities...and for the first time, he wanted nothing else.
But after what seemed like a never-ending cycle of gyrating, slimy penetration, the clamp upon his parts was released with a sudden snap. The instant removal of the stretcher caused his balls to slap up against his body, and with their unexpected freedom, what was being forcibly held back from him came rushing over in a tidal wave.
Stars flooded his vision, and his palms clenched in mid-air. The rest of his body was with him once more, the awareness of himself shooting out from beneath the covering on his head as the pent-up orgasm shook his frame. Both creatures slammed home, hilting within him as if programmed like computers to do so, and began to empty gush after gush of sickly-sweet synthetic semen into him from either end. The hose dangling off the end of his bright red knotted doghood became solid white as it filled with his load; the nozzle now aimed squarely behind his neck from above so each surge of the warm liquid sprayed and oozed its way down his shoulders, splattering onto the machinery that held him as he kept cumming. His belly felt full to bursting from the firehose erupting in his bowel, and still he kept on cumming...
Greedy swallows of the strange lion spunk in his maw sank heavily into his belly, and as his neurons overloaded from the excess of stimulation, cognitive thought dropped away. The rubber lion pulled himself away to leave a drooling, barely coherent mutt taking long, relieved gulps of air from the room in between difficult swallows and coughs. Gradually, and mercifully, Tori felt the flared meat of the equine make its slimy exit from his overstretched rump with an audible *slurp* just in time to shoot a few final sprays of translucent semen onto the dog's ruined ass. This displays in the hood still on, he could see the gaping hole left behind by the horse pouring like a faucet as the flared tip eventually dangled down to drool between the muscular rubber legs of the horse.
Then, blackness. The screens switched off, and he felt multiple sets of hands clutching at the hood's edges. And with some difficulty, the covering was stretched and peeled away, giving the mutt the first unhindered view of the situation.
In his dazed state, he couldn't make much out of the complexity of the laboratory-like space, but he did take a moment to look downward. His head drooping low with gravity, he caught a glimpse of his engorged knot, and for a moment felt a bit of curiosity at what the glowing contraption connected to his sex organs might do before his chin was lifted by a small, furry paw.
It was a pine marten, standing about 5 feet tall and utterly nude except for a white lab coat that draped over his shoulders and was open in front. The heavy scent of male mustelid followed him. He looked Tori in the eyes with a satisfied smile.
"So Tori. Should I expect to hear from you in the following weeks to work out the details of your employment?"
A wheezing chuckle escaped the dog's muzzle, and after a single nod, the exhausted mutt's eyes rolled back into his head, and every muscle went limp as consciousness left him. Just before blacking out, he heard a brief utterance from the marten who now seemed miles away.
"Wisely done Mr. Perrora. I will see you up ahead."
The cabbie pulled up to the glass-fronted corporate building and put the car in park. The electric motor standing by as he hung an elbow out of the open driver's side window.
"Eight twenty-one at pickup."
The radio crackled its barely comprehensible reply, "roger, it should be one passenger."
"copy."
The steamy hot day was radiating waves of heat off the asphalt. Even so, he'd rather have fresh air than the re-circulated A/C from the aging taxi.
Seconds after pulling up, the doors of the lobby opened and a well-dressed mongrel of a dog walked out being escorted by a smartly-dressed weasel of some kind. Probably a marten. The jaded skink at the wheel scoffing at how all mammals pretty much looked the same anyway.
"Our guest will be heading back to his home at 555 South Dearborn," the marten told the taxi driver politely, but sternly. He then looked over at the mutt and offered a paw. "Thank you for spending the time to interview with us Mr. Perrora."
Shaking hands, the dog replied, "Likewise sir, I'm really looking forward to speaking with you next week." He entered the cab and the marten closed the door after him, giving a friendly single wave before striding back into the building.
Not wasting any time, the skink kicked the taxi into drive and bolted off to grab a slot in the mess of rush hour traffic.
"New job big guy?"
"Yeah, I hope so....ow." The mutt seemed to shift uncomfortably in the back seat before putting his arm up over the headrest.
"So what do they do in that big building with the 'V' anyway?"
After a thoughtful pause and a wry smile, the dog replied proudly.
"Science."
Inside his brightly lit quarters, a black living latex lion was relaxing on his bunk, a deep sigh of contentment hissing through his air regulator. Rilt had just left the room, having instructed him to make sure his mask was on. Every time Tsaro donned the shining visage, his skin felt heated and a surge of moderately embarrassed arousal flowed throughout his body. And each time, the eternally slickened replica of his own penis slipped between his lips, lodging deep within his muzzle and remaining there for however long he was directed.
It was wonderful being a toy. Although, he was sure that some of his dreams were a lot more vivid than they ever used to be. Not that he minded, of course. They tended to be all about really steamy sex.
Soon, a soft, soothing sound almost like music interrupted his thoughts, and his eyes began to glaze over beneath the yellow-tinted lenses of the mask that slowly began to become opaque, blocking off his view of the world.
The blackness echoed with a distant, kind voice.
"Such a good lion you are, Tsaro."
...Yes, he was a good lion, wasn't he?...
"Yes, you are a good lion. You trust me Tsaro, and you trust my voice, don't you?"
...Of course he did. He felt so good like this. Just floating...
"That's it Tsaro, just follow my voice and relax. You enjoy listening to me. You're a good lion, and good lions enjoy following my voice."
...Yes...
"Stand up now, slowly. Let's go for a walk together, just you and my voice. Don't worry, I'll guide you along the way."
...Naturally, nothing would be more enjoyable...
"Let's go have some fun together."
...Mmm... yes, I'd like that...
A growing slight erection began to stretch the lion's rubber thong as he walked with a slight swish in his step. His shining rubber buttcheeks cutely wobbled as he strode down the corridor.
Subject T156 en route to Lima Bravo.