The Intriguing Proposal
#6 of The Re-Education Facility (Mind Control/Hypno Themes)
Director Crocker of the Larkhall Re-Education Facility has to make some difficult choices regarding the future of his great experiment.
The Intriguing Proposal
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Director Crocker was never quite sure what to expect during the Experimental Division meetings. The science people were a breed of their own, he thought, often prone for such esotic flights of fancy that his weekly departmental conference with them could end up being almost a chore even for the most dutiful administrator.
Today the list of topics to cover was relatively short, but the top item puzzled Director Crocker. The drake's clawed fingers tapped idly on the surface of the table when he once again read the line on the meeting agenda.
"HYBRID PROTEIN SYNTHESIS PROPOSAL - DR. HART, MD."
Crocker extended and furled his tail behind him.
"Will Doctor Tabard be here soon?" he addressed the others in the room.
"I am sure he should arrive any moment, sir!" answered Doctor Walsh, the colleague of the one scientist they were still waiting and who would preside the meeting.
"Certainly he will,sir!" said Doctor Jakovich. The wolf gave a brief, encouraging smile to the drake Director of the Larkhall Re-Education Facility.
A cougar sitting next to the wolf re-adjusted the cuffs on his impeccably white lab coat. He was the only one wearing one to the meeting. The other scientists opted for ill-fitting suits of various drab colors. Director Crocker noticed the gesture.
"Eager to start, Doctor Hart?" the dragon addressed the cougar.
His expression barely changed. The cougar placed well-groomed paws down, over a pile of neatly stacked paper.
"I believe that it will be of interest to you, sir," the cougar said.
"I do look forward to hearing all about it," said Crocker, "I understand that confidentiality has precluded you from briefing me personally on the topic."
"Indeed," the cougar nodded.
The door into the meeting room swung open. Doctor Jupiter Tabard was a dragon of considerable size and with the demeanour to match. He greeted the Director with an extravagant bow.
"Sir," the drake told to his fellow scaley.
"Please take your place, Doctor," said Crocker to the dragon, "I look forward for the meeting to start."
Doctor Tabard sat on the end of the table, to the Director's left. Crocker sat on the very end, which let him to have an unobstructed view of the video screen on the wall.
"At your discretion, Doctor," Crocker told Tabard.
The dragon nodded.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Tabard addressed the familiar crowd in the room. "Today our main topic will be the review of a project proposal by Doctor Hart, who has been working on something with Section 7 of the X Division. I shall give the floor to Doctor Hart."
There was some approving nodding from the small crowd when the cougar stood up. He took his papers with himself and walked over to the big TV screen. Touching it caused the screen to come alive and display the Larkhall logo.
"I understand that you must have many questions, but I shall first present to you the main points of the project proposal before I will answer, if that is agreeable?" questioned the cougar.
"Please go on," Crocker said. He knew that he would feel confused, soon, and hoped that the more learned among them would make the difficult ones.
The cougar used the controls imbedded onto the tabletop to change the image on the screen. It was suddenly replaced by a picture of a white rodent, looking curious up to something.
"The laboratory mouse," the cougar said, "Mus musculus. The most important animal used for medical research."
"Including in our animal labs, of course," Crocker agreed.
"Certainly," Doctor Tabard said.
Hart cleared his throat.
"These little creatures are also invaluable in modern pharmaceutical industry as the major source of many important proteins required by the contemporary medicine," the cougar continued. "I am of course referring to these..."
Another tap brought out a picture of medicine bottles, full of warning labels and small print that became slightly blurred on large screen behind him.
"Biologicals," said Doctor Walsh, the lion.
"Yes," the cougar said, "as you must know, one of the frontlines of present day pharmacology and drug discovery is the area of various natural proteins secreted by the body, which can then be used for medical treatment. Many of the most promising recent innovations in the areas of oncology and immunological medicine are the results of microbiological and genetic experimentation resulting in our ability to produce large quantities of these substances for testing and clinical use."
"That is true," Tabard said.
"But yet...it is a cumbersome process," Hart said, "and mired with danger for the patients as well. As you are most likely aware, a major method of producing these biological molecules is the hybridoma cell technology, which requires us to use laboratory mice as initial hosts, to produce the immunological response that will eventually produce the drug in a cell culture called a hybridoma."
"I've read about those," Doctor Walsh. "Fascinating stuff. Not my area, but very interesting. Very cutting edge."
"Yet problematic," said the cougar. "The necessity of the murine host...the mouse, as the source of the initial cell culture, the major histocompatibility complex is our enemy. Despite our best efforts, the proteins produced by the cell lines may cause an adverse effect upon administration. This allergenic effect is a considerable problem when it comes to the long term or widespread use of these drugs."
"The body will always know," said Tabard.
"Yes..." said Doctor Hart, "Unless we find a way to use a completely homologous source...histologically pure cell line, for secretion of the beneficial proteins. One that does not require the murine host..."
There was expectant silence. Crocker clicked.
"And you are proposing that our science division would be...experimenting with such technology?" the Director questioned .
"In a manner enabled by the very particular position we occupy, Director," said the cougar.
"Go on," Crocker said.
The cougar brought out a new slide. This showed the outline of a canine anthropomorph, standing in the classical anatomical position, paws to its sides, tail relaxed between its gender-free legs. On the left side of the diagram, a large arrow labeled "INDUCTION" was located.
"By introducing a particular molecule, we can instruct the body of the subject to begin to produce a new protein. All our physiological functions are based on our cells producing proteins based on the instructions in the genes on our DNA. By using certain inhibitor and activator sequences, we will be able to manipulate the cells of the body to produce the protein we require."
The cougar's tap on the panel turned the shape on the screen to a color of green,and the legend "SYNTHESIS" appeared above it.
"The molecule produced will be entirely homologous to the host species," Doctor Hart lectured, "free of any protein impurities or genetic markers from the murine host used in the hybridoma technology."
His audience looked piqued. The cougar was encouraged to bring out the next slide. Now the outline of the fur became grey again, and a cartoonish medicine bottle full of the previous green color appeared to its side, along with an arrow labeled as "EXTRACTION".
"Once a sufficient amount has been produced, the protein is extracted from the host body, analysed, purified, and ready for administration," said the cougar. "The process then continues in the host body, as per the genetic instructions we implant."
Crocker frowned with some concern, hearing all this.
"You are suggesting we would...employ the inmates as...living production units?" he said. "As...laboratory animals..."
Doctor Hart's expression didn't change. Doctors Walsh and Tabard looked at each other, concerned. Crocker knew that since they were responsible for the behavioral modification program that had turned the Facility into such a success, it meant that felt quite protective of the inmates under their administration. The cougar's proposal certainly sounded risky. Even Crocker could tell they were worried. He felt that as well. Many things had been done in the Facility, including experimental things beyond the behavioral modification system that ensured the smooth running of the high security prison, yet what this cougar from Section 7 was proposing seemed to go much beyond that.
"As genetically homologous hosts," Doctor Hart noted, "Utilizing their natural tissue for the production of beneficial proteins for medical research and treatment."
"But they're almost always produced in the cellular lines nowadays," Doctor Tabard commented, "there are ethical concerns about using living hosts. The antigenic action causes irritation that produces fluid buildup and that fluid is harvested and used to extract the proteins."
"Hmmmm," said Director Crocker, loud enough that it drew all eyes. "We have a duty to protect our inmates. The whole function of this facility, the leading idea of everything we do is to prevent violence among the inmates, and to ensure psychological and social rehabilitation after years of violence, neglect and abuse out there. To subject them to further invasive medical procedures..."
Doctor Hart smiled confidently.
"That is what is extraordinary about what I propose," the cougar said, "after the initial induction period with the genetic agent, we will not require any invasive procedures, besides routine blood monitoring and the like, which the inmates already require due to the behavioral modification program. Our serum titers can be procured from the same blood sample pool."
"But that is not how you would extract the proteins, is it?" Doctor Walsh questioned.
"No," said the cougar, "the genetic implant will stimulate part of the endocrine system to secrete the proteins. They can be extracted from the body through a natural route. Let me demonstrate."
The cougar opened the next slide, which also started the playback of a video file. It showed a laboratory mouse, apparently sedated for it laid quite still on its back and was secured with padded ties onto some sort of a scientific contraption. As the video continued, gloved paws appeared on screen and began to work on the unconscious animal.
"As you see..." Doctor Hart narrated the video, to his quiet audience, "the attachment of the extraction device is entirely non-traumatic and the process is very brief. An average of 3.5 microliters was obtained - "
"Please turn off that video," Director Crocker said.
"Sir - "
"Now," the drake said.
The cougar's ears dropped when he opened the next slide, which mostly contained a complicated table of numbers detailing Doctor Hart's calculations on the productivity of his plan.
"Indeed," Hart said.
"I could watch men being milked into orgasm and never tire of it, but to see a laboratory mouse experience the same..." Crocker noted, "I feel...uncomfortable."
Doctor Hart's face remained impassive.
"This method was selected over the more traditional electroejaculation probe method which is much more traumatic for the subject," the cougar noted.
"I'm sure some of our subjects would enjoy that," Doctor Tabard said.
Crocker clicked his tongue again. The bizarre turn of events was giving him a lot to think about.
"Am I to understand that what you are saying, Doctor, is that you could make our inmates ejaculate valuable drugs we would sell?" Crocker questioned.
"For immense profit," Doctor Hart said bluntly.
"How much?" Doctor Walsh asked.
Crocker raised his brow. He did not deny the money-making nature of the Facility, but the whole concept was especially interesting to him, being the Director and all.
"Extrapolating from the animal model, and taking into account the greater productive capacity of the fully grown anthro reproductive system...we believe that a single donor, with once a day extraction schedule, averaging 15 milliliters of ejaculate, then processed...I believe that a single donor could produce a single therapeutic unit of usable product in any given day," Hart said. "And with the current market prices for biologicals and their biosimilars...twelve hundred dollars, two thousands dollars..."
"Two grand?" Walsh exclaimed.
"Or more," said Hart. "Since our production line will produce homologous proteins, it means that the risk of adverse reaction is reduced due to the production line not being contaminated from the murine host proteins. This means that the drugs we would produce are different...hence we can patent them and sell them...for whatever we want."
"The FDA would never let us just start selling them, though," Tabard said. "It takes years for any new medication to hit live trials, let alone entering the market."
The cougar shrugged.
"We are not selling a brand new product. We are simply selling a biosimilar," he said. "The safety profile is known to them. The process will be made considerably faster."
"Could it ever pass their review?" Doctor Tabard asked.
"They have learned to not to ask too many questions when it comes to this Facility," Doctor Hart said. "We already have a permit for conducting biological research here, including the production of cellular lines."
"This is different, however," Crocker noted. "This is a wholly different issue."
"An expansion of our business model," Doctor Hart said. "Production of biological medication employing the overcapacity in our facility."
"If the money really is that good, it would beat making license plates..." Doctor Walsh said.
"I believe that once the initial testing period is over and we begin large scale production, this investment could pay itself back in one year's time, and then produce simple profit," Doctor Hart said. "We have planned a budget for the first four years of operation."
Crocker dipped his head down and looked at the confident cougar.
"You are very sure about this being a good idea," the Director said.
"It is a good idea, sir," the wolf who had been quiet for the entire presentation spoke up.
"I think I should let Doctor Jakovich to comment on this," the cougar said.
"Go on then," Crocker told the wolf.
Jakovich wolf cleared his throat.
"All the technology and facilities already exist," the wolf said. "The investment in question would only require some equipment to handle the filtration and purification of the protein produce, as well as some other pieces of equipment. The basic infrastructure already exists in the Experimental Division wing. We have also identified several potential candidates among the current inmate population who would be suitable for the first trials."
Crocker's brow quirked again.
"Hmmm..." mused the Director, "that is very proactive of you."
"We wanted everything to be ready before taking it to this stage, sir," Doctor Jakovich said. "We believed it would help us to make our cause for you."
Crocker folded his hands together.
"I have a great deal to absorb here," the dragon said. "This will not be an easy decision to make. I must consult many people on this matter."
"All the material will be provided to you, with full disclosure and explanations on anything you might require," Doctor Hart told his boss. "We will be at your disposal while you consider this great issue at paw."
"I will need to educate myself on your opinions and suggestions in regards to this proposal," Crocker said. "It will take some time."
"Time is money," said the cougar.
Crocker huffed.
"I am well aware, Doctor Hart."
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Director Crocker gazed out of the large tinted window that allowed him a splendid view onto the Facility below. Currently he stood on the corner of his tower room that let him to gaze down upon the enclosed exercise yard of the B block. It was Crocker's favorite time to look there, considering that the inmates of the wing were mulling out on the yard at the time. The dragon's sharp eyesight came very useful while he spied at the numerous nude bodies in view. Indeed, the inmates on block B were not provided with any clothing and hence had no chance but to parade themselves in full view of their fellow prisoners and the guards who kept a careful eye on them. Crocker did not want to risk anything after a recent security breach that had left many staff members quite shaken, the Director included. He wanted his prison to be a place of tranquility, even that of healing.
Their methods might have been novel and often of the tough love variety, but the Director believed in his Facility. He had faith that the system would make the entire country a safer place, and save a few wretched souls from falling down even deeper down the path into total degradation.
"Hmmmr..." the dragon trilled out, his eyes fixed on the sight of a still somewhat bewildered looking cougar who sulked by one of the walls, with his thick tail swinging repeatedly over his groin where the transparent plastic cock cage ensured that he was not going to be able to touch himself for any kind of sexual relief despite his dick pushing onto the inner surface of the tube almost constantly.
Crocker knew what the inmate must've been going through. The carefully controlled levels of pheromones in the air he breathed, as well as the enforced chastity meant that the cat was feeling horny all the time, and with no chance to get off. Being constantly surrounded by naked men in the same predicament was certainly making for some frayed tempers and the occasional flare up of it as well, although Crocker was quite pleased how peaceful even Block B had been as of late.
Things usually got very different once they moved onto Block C, and what laid beyond.
"Hrrrrrrhh...." rumbled the dragon again.
Hs tail curled outwards and flexed, the entire muscled, strong scaled length used to its full advantage. Another trill escaped from his throat and into the study.
"Hmmm...more tongue..."
He addressed the jaguar who obediently knelt in front of the Director and had his muzzle wrapped around the dragon's cock, deep in his maw. He had been at it for some time now, with his maw bobbing up and down on the impressive length of the Director's shaft. Crocker glanced down at the trustee inmate, named Ty, who had taken to the re-education as well as any other, and now knew how to serve his superiors with clear gusto.
The jaguar obeyed the command without hesitation. He pulled his head backwards while letting his lips and tongue caress the spit-glazed skin of the thick, ridged shaft that had sunk into his body so many times in the past. Right now it passed through his black lips once more and towards his gullet while his tongue made pleasurable back and forth strokes on the sensitive underside of this mighty rod. Ty's technique was splendid, honed over many hours at such a task, on the bed, under the Director's desk, and even on the window. The Director knew that the window acted as a one-way mirror and did not let anyone see what happened inside - not that he ever minded an audience. Some of the inmates in the early phases of their induction might still get upset over such a lewd sight, and Crocker was not a fan of freakouts.
The talented blowjob soothed some of Director Crocker's troubled mind.
The drake was still heavy in contemplation over the scientists' proposal to turn their inmates almost literally into cash cows. His head reeled with so many facts, figures, and complex terms related to the so-called Hybrid Protein Project that the dragon was sure he hadn't thought about anything else in the past few days. The weighty thoughts invaded his mind almost like the pheromones they pumped into the air at the Facility to ensure that their prison population remained mellow.
The drake snorted at the idea. He was the one who made the pheromones, not the one who grew lusty from being exposed to them. His own erotic desires stemmed from other things, from the quick, sensual domination of these men who didn't know what was best for them until they entered inside the walls of the Facility.
Ty the jaguar had obviously found his place in life, the Director mused almost idly while the cat made his best effort at deep throating the dragon's thick cock. So many years of life wasted for so many purposes before the right way had finally been shown to them.
Could he, the Director, give the final word?
*slurp-slurp-slurp*
How much harm had these people done to themselves in life? They'd damaged themselves with drugs, violence, terrible habits, and suffered from deprivation and lack of even the basic necessities of a civilized life. Who could've expected them to turn out well if they'd had a dire lack of everything needed to lead a good life?
"Hmrmmrr..."
Crocker was not a fool. He knew some of his inmates were not simply the victims of their circumstances, and of deprivation, but seriously lacking in any moral fibre. Ty the jaguar with his conviction of an armed robbery was a mere pussycat in comparison to some of the others contained in the Director's prison. Some of them could likely be classified simply as evil.
"Hmph...faster."
The jaguar's head bobbed with greater haste. His paws caressed the rest of the drake's hot, scaled groin to give his Master even further pleasure. Crocker's tail made another cheerful swing at the agreeable feeling of the jaguar's purr on his most sensitive of body parts. The drake enjoyed the complete obedience as well as the very much casual nature of their encounter. He only had to order the trustee up to his tower to have his way with him, and he was fine with that. Their conditioning meant that they were always ready to serve and to fulfill the dragon's considerable sexual appetite.
He enjoyed the spoils of his work openly and with pleasure. Sometimes a hot maw was the only thing that kept the darker thoughts away. Recently there had been an abundance, with the breakout attempt and now...
Hybrid Protein Project
It sounded ominous even to Crocker, who had no qualms over most things. He had seen too much already, perhaps, to grow uncomfortable too easily.
The dragon's claws pressed onto the fuzz on the back of the jaguar's head. His fingers curled and made another inch to disappear into the jaguar's muzzle. He was almost bottomed out and Ty made no complaints about it. He knew how to keep his breaths steady even with a relatively huge cock sliding into his muzzle.
He must be getting a lot of practice with the horse inmates, the drake thought lewdly.
"Yes..." he susurred.
The desire to dominate and to possess grew stronger with every passing moment. Crocker began to hump into the jaguar's muzzle, much like when pounding a tight ass.The accidental gagging that ensued only made it more sexy for him when Ty's saliva added to the slickness and helped him thrust harder into the talented maw.
I need to figure this out.
The dragon's thrusting hastened. His groin kept bumping at the jaguar's warm nosepad while he went all the way down the feline's throat.
"Grraaahhh..."
The dragon trilled out in pure joy when the burn overtook him and his seed began to pour out into the jaguar's highly receptive gullet.
"Take it!"
His mind cried in joy, and for the moment the dragon carried no earthly woes.
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