Processing
Lovely little piece done by Psychohound of an otter and coon being slipped into a processing center.
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The sedatives were just beginning to wear off when the first jilt of consciousness surged through the raccoons frame. Groggily his eyes started to peel themselves open, being greeted by cold industrial steel and the floor beneath him. It was moving and that was rapidly becoming the least of his concerns. There was another electric surge through his bodice, his cock spamming painfully as he was forced to orgasm. This wasn't right, he was supposed to be loading cargo, not be part of it.
Row after row of lifeless sterile processing cubicles filled his vision as he finally came to the horrifying realization of both where he was and where he was headed. He started to panic, shifting violently only to find his arms and legs restrained and any attempted resistance met with brutal constriction. Another surge flooded his innards as he was forcibly made to orgasm again, his seed splattering on a collection bed underneath him. He'd been taken, stripped of everything and he knew exactly what was going to come.
His ceiling mounted restraints slid silently around a corner where he was treated to the sight of several dozen unfortunate souls being filed and sorted to their selected order cubicles, arms and legs being rebound as a different thick mechanical restraints fed themselves into whatever holes where available. He gulped as was fed straight through the majority of the center, only catching the phrase "exotics" atop the guide rail he went down. His heart started to pound as he tried the restraints again, exotics almost always ended up as someones personal experimentation platform. This was not how it was supposed to end.
There were only a hand full of others in this portion of the sorting complex, machinery and automatons forcing the unfortunate into their binds. The heavy sound of metal clanking into more metal pounded into his eardrums as he watched the exotic ahead of him being filed. Heavy metal clasps sealed wrists together, repeating the process for the ankles and thighs. The vaccination array that stuck itself into their neck, leaving most delirious as the machines went about their work. In a period of two and a half minutes they would flood and flush out the intestinal tract, mount a tracker underneath the skin and force a sitting-mount into the other males ass. Monitoring lights flashed along the side of the mount indicating the soul before him was properly restrained, bound, purged and ready for sale. This was it, he was royally screwed as he felt the multiple needle heads of the vaccination array press themselves into his neck. There was a meek stutter of protest before he blacked out again.
The sedatives were wearing off again, leg muscles screamed for a chance to relax as the otters backside shifted against the pole lodged into his bodice. He tried to get himself comfortable before he gave up that notion, watching in amazement as a bandit masked, ring tailed something was dragged into the same room as him. Still slightly stupefied from the inoculations he just stared as the coon was hosed down, inside and out. Something about the whole process made it hard for him to sit still and the buzzing from the pole in his backside wasn't helping matters.
He tried to keep his thoughts clear though watching someone be mounted onto a stand and force fucked by machines kept his mind dragging back to the thick headed metal rod lodged between his cheeks and the raging erection he'd been stuck with since waking up. There was a vague recollection of struggling before ending up here, something about home as well but that was all a haze right now and not of immediate concern. He watched and found himself biting down on the gag he had stuffed into his craw as the machines mounted the coon. He felt something warm and tingling flowing into his bodice again as he kept his gaze on the coon.
Hips started to grind onto the mount while the otter got a first hand showing of the other male having a tube shoved down his gullet and seeing a glittering amber gel forced down his gullet, only to be removed and promptly sealed in with a similar looking gag. For a moment he remembered that happening to him too though that thought was soon changed to the frustrating need of either forcing himself to cum or from not having the pole grinding against the right part of his innards. As the coon was bound in place the otter was granted his want. The gel that had been pumping into him had ever so slightly distended his belly served two purposes, one he'd find out later but the immediate one was sending a tingling current along the whole of his frame, sending him so far into his own bliss that he forgot about the other male adjacent to him for the time being, just enjoying his release.