The Prototype Experience
#38 of Commissions by Gruffy
Dr. Sanmer embarks on a grand experiment in his secret laboratory. What could the naughty fox have in mind for their hapless test subject?
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Another naughty commission for Sanmer , using his fursona this time - do enjoy!
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"...and the levels must be adjusted according to the response gained on each fur personally, but it is nothing that the automatic sample procurement - "
The arctic fox lifted his paw, causing an immediate silence from the badger who had been speaking non-stop since the two had convened on the administration floor, with the results that the speed elevator trip had seemed to last even longer than usual.
"I have read all the results, Doctor, I am well aware of the different responses to the aphrodisiac compound," Sanmer replied in a calm enough a voice despite the hint of irritation, "I invented the compound myself, after all, and have supervised the initial testing."
"Ah...yes..." the badger re-adjusted his glasses and appeared even more flustered than usual, "Of course, Doctor, of course."
The white fox in a white coat clasped his paws together. He could barely wait to see what was going to happen next. The first actual run of the prototype...with a live subject...finally proving that the concept would work...or go back to the drawing board. Enough money and time had been spent, the fox thought...the kinks surely had been ironed out by now...
He chuckled at the irony of the statement, just as the doors slid open, admitting them into the spotlessly clean atrium.
"LEVEL 37. SPECIAL DEVELOPMENT DIVISION. PLEASE HAVE YOUR IDENTIFICATION READY."
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"Let's go," the fox smiled to the badger, heading towards the security checkpoint manned by a bear and a Rottweiler wearing blue uniforms, their utility belts bristling with various non-lethal weapons.
"Identification, please," the bear rumbled.
They showed their cards which were then flicked through a reader, before they were admitted through a pair of glass doors into another corridor, and then another, rounding a corner that led into a more broad corridor, lined with laboratories with windows opening onto the hallway.
"I still think we ought to be concerned about the dosage," the badger returned to his previous topic, now that there was a moment of privacy between them again, walking by all the laboratories filled with white-coated scientists toiling at Sanmer Pharmaceuticals' true moneymakers, diabetes and blood pressure drugs.
"What is there to worry?" Sanmer brushed the badger off with a quick-tongued remark. "They have been tested on both animal and tissue models and on volunteers."
Well, more or less, he thought, and smiled a little.
"I know, but this will be the first time we are testing the entire set-up, it is admittedly much more intense than anything else we did so far!" the badger continued.
"Dear Doctor Brent," the fox shook his head quickly, "what would be the point of the experiment if we did not test everything together? Only by running a complete model of the system we shall know if it will work."
"I still think that to start with a 24-hour test is still a rather large leap, from simple simulated models!" the badger replied.
"We must proceed to be able to know what improvements must be done," Sanmer spoke brusquely, "we simply cannot afford to spend more time. We know that all the components work, don't we? I have designed most of them myself, after all."
"And very brilliantly, too, sir," the badger demurred, "but still, nonetheless - "
They reached a pair of steel doors. Sanmer stepped to the side and stood in front of a glowing blue sensor that scanned his retina.
"Welcome, Doctor Sanmer. Authorized access detected at 1307 hours."
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The doors slid open with hissing, admitting him into a small room bathed in red light. The badger hurried to scan himself before he joined the arctic fox in the room. There was hissing, and a popping of their ears, as the pressure was equalized.
"Access granted."
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The inner doors opened, allowing them to enter into a shiny steel corridor that led into a door marked with the stenciled words "OBSERVATION GALLERY" black on the dull steel. The door looked heavy, like something out of a submarine or a prison, the fox thought, and found it appropriate, as he pressed his paw onto the glimmering pawprint scanner, for a final bit of identification to get into the inner sanctum of the laboratory complex.
"Relax, Doctor Brent," Sanmer told the badger, "and I am sure that seeing all this will be just that, too."
The fox leered a bit as they stepped into the small booth-like room with its panoramic windows opening into a large, somewhat crowded space below them, the room forming a kind of a ledge protruding into it. There were chairs and banks of computer displays, but they were placed to the sides so as to provide an unobstructed view of the room below. Technicians in white coveralls, masks and gloves populated the floor, milling around the various pieces of equipment there. Tubes and cables ran everywhere, and cameras with blinking red lights recorded everything, for later review.
"I still think that perhaps a few more in vitro tests - "
Sanmer lifted his finger again to stop the badger, while his other paw pressed against the big red button that opened the intercom.
"Mister Schmidt, this is Sanmer!"
One of the white shapes below looked up to the gallery, only seen as a gas masked figure, whom touched the side of his muzzle.
"This is Schmidt, good afternoon, Doctor!"
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"I presume everything is ready, Mister Schmidt?"
"All the equipment is ready, and the subject is ready too, Doctor, we are ready to begin at your discretion", the filtered voice replied.
Sanmer smiled victoriously, his tail flicking about passionately, while he surveyed the room below, the badger crowding the space next to him, nose almost pressed to the bulletproof glass.
"By all means then, begin!" the fox ordered with glee.
"Yes, Doctor, right away! Bring in the subject!"
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Sanmer's eyes darted to a steel door on one corner of the room, now approached by the furs in protective suits, just before the door opened, with a dramatic puff of vapor. Several furs walked out into the laboratory floor, first, two furs in the suits, then followed by a tall, muscular tiger, and trailed by another technician. The tall, hulking figure walked calmly among his escorts, fully naked, eyes sternly held in front of him, and sporting a large, thick erection sprouting out of his sheath. Sanmer felt a twitch in his own sheath, simply watching the impressive male emerge.
"Subject is on the floor," the voice spoke from below, "commencing final preparations before immersion."
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"Well, all looks good so far..." the badger mused, watching how the tall tiger was led onto a stainless steel table nearby and obviously told to sit on it, for he was soon seated on it while the technicians approached with their equipment.
"Everything is ready, I told you it would be," the fox didn't look at the badger while he spoke, instead choosing to watch how the tiger was having patches of fur cut from his chest with small electric razors, for the attachment of electrodes that were waiting on a small plastic tray set on an instrument cart next to the bare table the big feline sat on.
"Yes, but - "
"You have the records," the fox pointed at the tablet the badger clutched in his paws, "do give me a run-down of the pre-immersion routine the test subject has been adhering to."
"Right away," the badger rumbled, flicking the tablet into life, "Gareth Farrel, age, 31, voluntary through the selection program, willing to submit to 24 hours in the total immersion system..."
"Yes, I know that," the fox interrupted, still watching how the tiger in question sat unmoving on the table, allowing the technicians to attach their electrodes, cables and small control boxes, strapped to his arms, "go on."
"...has submitted to one week of sexual chastity in order to preserve constant state of arousal, helped with the use of a...a...a cock cage..."
Sanmer chuckled, his eyes riveted at the sight of the tiger's now uncaged, hard, glistening organ.
"I think it is a valid scientific term, Doctor, do not worry about it," the fox snickered along, "continue, please."
"Uhm...yes...subject has consumed a low residue diet for the past five days in preparation for the experiment, has found no ill effects to health or wellbeing, liquids only for the past two days, with no ill effects to health or wellbeing," the badger carried on.
"As there ought not to be," the fox agreed.
"Both physiological and psychological test panels show good response to the preliminary tests, so we do not expect any adverse reactions."
"Indeed," the fox replied, well aware since he had read the reports himself, indeed, but hearing the badger squirm while going on about it was a treat in itself.
"Biomonitor placement complete, continuing with the insertion of the probe."
The tiger was ushered to climb onto the steel table, setting on all fours, raising his tail, allowing the fox to stare untroubled at the round, firm, striped curves of his ass. He barely flinched as furs in their suits approached, two paws appearing on each butt cheek, spreading them apart to show his taint, and even from afar, Sanmer could spot the target of pink.
"A...deep cleansing was also performed this morning with satisfactory results," the badger noted lamely.
Sanmer watched how a nozzle was inserted to lubricate the tiger's hole, just before another technician brought out the so-called probe. It was a vicious-looking thing, steel, glistening with lubricant of its own, with a black ring around the base, out of which wires and tubes hung, curling to each side about the technician's paw holding the device on his grip. Sanmer smirked with pride upon seeing one of his creations handled like that, just ready to pop into place inside a poor fur's tight little tailhole. it was quite bulky, after all...at least the tiger's conditioning had included something of a stretching routine. Surely the badger's files contained a copy of a report on that, too, but the show below was too fascinating to warrant a closer look into the dildo report, the fox thought, licking his lips a little while a faceless, glowed fur tested the tightness of the tiger's asshole with two fingers.
"Preparing for insertion. Subject is ready," came the crackling voice from below.
"At your discretion," Sanmer spoke to the intercom.
He wished he could see the tiger's face...volunteer or not, he was sure that he'd be grimacing, now that the high-tech plug was being pushed slowly past his ring-shaped muscles, being pushed and forced against them until the slick hole gave out and the thick part of the smooth, shiny steel plug passed his pucker. The tiger's ears flattened at the moment, being stretched out, but he seemed to calm down and the muscle tension reduced when rest of the plug slid into place, including the ring on the end, until its flared base rested against his buttocks.
"Looks like a good insertion. The subject presents no verbal complaints."
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Not yet, the fox thought, with a grin.
"Seal the plug, if you may," he commented.
"Attaching pump to flare."
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A black rubber bulb attached to a small length of hose was passed on, and clipped onto a dangling black hose protruding from the base of the tiger's new super-plug. A glowed hand began to squeeze the bulb, each time causing the tiger's tail to flick about. Sanmer couldn't hear any noises he might be possibly making, but he could imagine them. He could always check one of the floor camera recordings, too...in good time. In good, private quarters.
"Standard amount of air inserted into flare. Testing seal."
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The tiger's tail flinched when the base of the plug was tugged at, obviously causing intense sensations. Sanmer wondered if his cock was leaking onto the steel table.
"Patency is good. Probe insertion complete."
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"Looks good so far," the badger mumbled.
Sanmer chuckled under his breath.
Straight furs, he thought.
"Yes, it does, indeed," the fox noted, folding his paws behind his back.
"Preparing to attach the genital sleeve."
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The tiger was maneuvered onto his back, lying there now, seemingly calm, though with a bundle of cables and tubes dangling out of his ass, with the technicians milling about him. One of them even stepped forward and took his shaft into a gloved paw, holding it upright while something was sprayed onto the pointed tip.
"Sterilization adequate. Insert the collection sound."
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Sanmer's cock twitched with excited anticipation...and a kind of a sympathetic flinch, too, the fox thought, as he watched how a syringe was placed against the opening into the tiger's urethra and some clear lubricant was push inside. It was a necessary step, he knew, the collection tube would not penetrate deep, but putting it in was a careful business. It was a delicate item, too, connected into a short plastic sleeve that was pulled over the tip of the tiger's cock like a miniature condom, though with a part that actually went inside him, about an inch or so.
"Sound inserted. Proceeding with attachment of the stimulation ring system."
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A cart was pulled over, and with one technician holding onto the tiger's erection still, nimble fingers placed several black rubber rings, with leads coming off them, around the tiger's shaft. One came onto the base, in fact, one behind the balls, one in front of them, the very base of his shaft, and one around his tip, to lock the collection tube into place, it seemed, while other rings were attached to the tiger's dangling balls. Once they were all accounted for, the leads were connected into a small black box that was placed onto the table by him.
"Attaching the sleeve."
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The object in question was made of transparent plastic for most part, and was open at the top for the moment, to facilitate paws going inside it, because drawing it over the tiger's genitals was quite the task of maneuvering both his cock and his balls into their separate compartments inside the contraption. A thick black rubbery insulation ring was put into place, drawing the tiger's testicles tight and into their round, plastic compartment at the base, before the entire device was topped off with a black top that clicked into its secure grooves. The entire thing was so heavy that a technician had to support it with his paws when the tiger was urged to sit up again, his cock now well-secured and locked up into the mysterious plastic tube.
"Sleeve attached. All connectors are ready."
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"How many tests did we run of the sleeve yet, Doctor Brent?" Sanmer asked, amused by the sight of the tiger's pride being locked up like it was now.
"Eh...eh..." the badger mumbled, and the fox could hear the shuffle of padded fingers on screen, "twenty-six...I think..."
"Quite right, quite right."
"Gastric tube insertion preparation commencing."
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Sanmer wasn't particularly enamored by watching how a thin plastic tube was lubricated and stuck into the tiger's nose by one of the technicians, but he knew that it was necessary, considering the long duration of the experiment. Issues of nutrition and hydration would otherwise arise, and distract from the actual purpose of the experiment.
His grand undertaking...so ready to commence.
"Preparing for the mask attachment. Final verbal consent has been obtained from the subject."
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There would be no more talking for the next 24 hours, Sanmer knew, finding himself leaning towards the window...feeling a dark thrill at imagining the tiger to be so helpless...rendered unable to express himself with words, such a primary form of communication. The mask would take care of that...and not the just the mask...there was an in-built gag that'd just been fitted into the tiger's maw. A hole had been burrowed through it for breathing, but even now all the tiger's air flowed through a hose dangling off the black rubber mask. It had no eye holes, nor breathing holes, for it would have to serve as a scuba mask of sorts...that purpose becoming quite evident if you noticed the large man-sized stainless steel and plastic tank standing on one side of the large laboratory.
"Portable oxygen attached. Demand valve is working properly."
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Sanmer could see the tiger made an "all ok" sign with his fingers, which meant that the mask was surely well in place now, providing the tiger with breathable air.
"Visual signal test."
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The tiger soon repeated the hand signal, leading to another smile from the fox.
"All in perfectly working order," the fox mused.
"But 24 hours..."
"We have run the virtual reality sets for 48 hours without an incident," the fox cut off the badger, "do stop complaining, Brent, it doesn't fit you. Even though you do such a good job at quality control..."
Maybe one day as a test subject in one of these tanks, the fox smiled deviously as he eyed the flustered badger who seemed to be oddly more interested in his tablet than the tiger being shrouded in wicked medical equipment on the laboratory floor.
"Nipple cups, attached."
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"Oh, almost forgot those!" Sanmer giggled, admiring the sight of the tiger, all trussed and wired up.
"I thought they were basic part of the program," the badger hurried to browse through his tablet.
"Oh, don't worry about it now, you should watch this," Sanmer replied, "they're putting him into the tank next."
"Deploy the harness."
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They watched quietly how a mechanical arm was lowered from the ceiling, with a complex-looking harness attached to it. The tiger quietly walked over and the technicians strapped him, complete with all the other vestments already as he was, now he was also attached into a series of rubbery-looking straps about his waist and groin.
"Subject transfer to final preparation level."
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The tiger remained remarkably calm, even when the robotic arm was used to lift him onto a small platform on top of the great tank. Technicians hurried up a small ladder, to connect the various tubes and wires still hanging free from the tiger's body and the various things that had been inserted and strapped onto him, now all of them forming a great bundle that snaked off the side of the tank before splitting again, going into various pieces of equipment that littered the periphery of the great tank.
"System connections, positive. Primary oxygen, connected. Collection tubes, attached. All primary systems, go. We are ready to begin insertion, Doctor Sanmer."
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The fox's tail flicked with delight as he pressed down the big red button.
"Put him into the tank, Mister Schmidt."
They could hear the loud whirring and buzzing of motors, even from the relatively sound-proofed booth, as the tiger was effortlessly lifted again and then lowered into the tank, where he ended up standing up, completely enclosed in metal and glass, with a coil of tubes and wires hanging above him. Once the mechanical arm was removed, it was the only thing that connected him with the outside world...especially once the top of the tank was closed.
"Positive pressure seal. Ready to fill the tank."
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"Fill the tank, Mister Schmidt."
"Watch out for any leakage, and prepare for emergency drainage if any faults occur."
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Sanmer realized that his heart was pounding, watching how big hoses were attached to the side of the tank and a slightly green-tinted liquid began to fill the tank, pouring out in great streams. The tiger was soon soaked, and soon the level of fluid was rising in the giant tube. He was unable to see it, but he surely felt it, rising so quickly...waist level...then chest...then up to the neck...instinct making him tilt his head back, as if to keep his mouth above the surface for as long as possible, even though he was breathing through the hose...but soon even that reprieve was gone, when the fluid reached the top, and the compressors were turned off.
"We've got a full tank now. Checking for leaks."
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Sanmer stared with fascination as the tiger made a few swimming motions, testing the fluid. He had tried it out in a pool before, he knew, so it ought not to come as too much of a surprise. It was not plain water, but rather, something thickened with a special polymeric compound to make it more viscose...making the tiger float in it, almost fetal-like, his footpaws not touching the floor while he made a slow rotation in the tank, getting used to his new aquatic environment.
"Subject seems to be accommodating well," the badger noted lamely.
"He ought to," Sanmer replied, "he'll be in there for a while."
So helpless...only with whatever the fox would make him put up with, as his only...entertainment, while swimming about in his great steel vessel.
"Tank integrity is good. All systems are functioning. All vital signs are stable."
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Now came the part Sanmer had been looking forward to from the start. There was a computer keyboard on the console by the windows, with an integrated screen, and now the fox moved to stand in front of it, and typed in a few commands.
"Time to do it, then," the fox said, "time to make history...of sorts..."
The badger observed him with detachment the perpetually aroused fox could never afford in this particular laboratory, especially now that the helpless tiger was in the tank...somewhat prepared for what was to come, but whether he had any idea just how far it would push him to...that would be seen.
Sanmer looked down at the screen, with the blinking console command dominating it.
INITIATE PROGRAMME 0003 YES/NO?
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With a smirk, the fox hit the Enter button, and then he simply watched things unravel.
"Keep watching those vital signs, and the other signs," Sanmer commented onto the microphone, before he let his paw fall from the button, and continued to observe.
He knew that a multitude of things would be happening now. He knew that electric pulses would be fed into the numerous electrodes wired into the tiger's erogenous zones. He knew that air was pumped into the pliable ring of the tiger's plug, to make him feel more full in his back passage. Lubricant was squirted into the tube around his cock and balls, capable of creating a rapidly changing pressure differential...essentially, milking either the tiger's shaft, balls, or both of them simultaneously. Both parts could also be stimulated with electric shocks that were adjusted according to the careful programming algorithm that followed intake from the biosensors monitoring the state of arousal. Sanmer knew well that currently it had been set up to the simple "tease" intensity for now...they were breaking in the system, after all...and the subject was part of the system.
The tiger, floating in his tank, seemed to be tensing, as he felt the stimulation begin to grow on his body. Mild shocks, making his body tremble...tickling his sensitive flesh and skin, in and out...encouraging natural movements, such as thrusting, seeing how that might make the sensations change...whether he wanted more, or less, for the moment, wasn't certain. Sanmer had tried out the rings on himself, after all, and he knew what they could do.
Perhaps the tiger would learn, soon.
Sanmer glanced down at the computer panel and decided that teasing was over. There'd be time for lulls in the action later on...and he was inpatient to see what the system could do, everything put together, and cranked up to maximum power.
With another smirk of his own, the fox hit the commands to activate the virtual reality headset, and to add the pheromone spray into the tiger's air intake, for extra encouragement.
Within a minute, the tiger was practically churning the tank, floating around, kicking and jerking his limbs in the jelly-like liquid surrounding him from all sides, providing a cushion for his body to work against, practically weightless, getting no purchase of the sides of the tank while he writhed and wriggled, being teased not only with electric pulses to his pleasure spots but also with an intense musk of sex, not to mention the constantly changing images and sounds of sex that were piped into his eyes and ears. The images changes rapidly, moving or video, almost sublime, indeed, changing before the brain had a chance to comprehend what was going on, besides that it was sex of some variety.
"All indications of arousal seem to be increasing...," the badger noted dryly, staring at his tablet which provided a remote feed of the most important telemetry. "Pulse, respiration rate, genital blood flow...probably cerebral bloodflow, too, as per the earlier functional MRI tests...shame that couldn't be integrated with the tank, the fox thought. Might be hot to see how someone's brain lit up in an orgasm...and he was planning to give the tiger many...
"You don't say?" Sanmer mused, not removing his eyes from the sight of the desperately writhing tiger.
He input another command and hit "Enter" quickly, because he didn't want to miss a moment of the visual treat.
His simple click of a keyboard had turned on the milker up to full speed, and ramped up the rest of the stimulation as well...meaning that the tiger's body and the brain were being pounded with stimulus. There was simply no moment to catch a breath...there was nothing natural about it , just an endless flow of sexual cues and stimulation, until his body would simply do what it was meant to do.
"Highly increasing pulse rate and respiration..." the badger noted.
Sanmer didn't listen. He kept staring...watching how the cock-tube bounced in the jelly, churning back and forth now that it was up to maximum power.
He can't last long...not much...not if I managed to come in 15 seconds at maximum speed..."
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The tiger trashed and trashed, and the milker kept torturing him, even, when after a few moments, a glass vessel with measurement lines upon its sides, standing on a pedestal next to the tank, was suddenly flooded with a flow of white, milky liquid, still being pumped out of the tiger's long-desperate balls and then produced through the curling tube into this collection jar.
Sanmer's cock pulsed happily, staring at the slowly settling load of warm cum in the glass tube...which had a lot more room left for any further emissions.
The fox smiled viciously, and hit the programme into an autonomous, randomized loop of stimulation, rest, rehydration and nutrition...but with the knowledge that the average number of hourly orgasms would always be between 3 and 10...on average.
He planned to use the override a lot.
In fact...why not give the tiger only a few minutes to catch his breath before turn the stimulation back from a gentle tickling to yet another ball-busting orgasm? Surely after being pent up for a week he wouldn't mind unloading a couple of times...just to take the edge off. Maybe so indeed...
Indeed.