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An Owner Infested

Part 1

For dracwarrior

By Draconicon

The offices of one Dhahabi Kaf were, in a word, opulent. Considering the 'goods' that he sold and the high prices they held, it was little wonder that the Egyptian werewolf had spent that money on reminding himself and any new customers that they were in the presence of power and wealth. Lines of gold leaf ran down in angular designs, jutting out from the pillars at the edge of the room. The rare window was small, but rounded like an eye, giving the appearance of sun gods looking through them, admiring the man that sat in the chair behind the black marble desk. Carpets that were more like tapestries for their intricate designs spread out from the large door to the large desk, creating an illusion of an office made of different art pieces.

It was what Dhahabi preferred: illusions that kept someone from realizing what they were dealing with until it was too late.

He looked up from his computer as his phone pinged, debating whether it would be a good time to let it go. After all, it was past office hours, even for him, and there was no reason that someone should be getting in touch. Even his usual buyers knew that it was a bad idea to get in touch with him past seven in the evening, and it was past nine, now.

Still, there were exceptions, and the business was humming along, both the above-ground ordinary things and...well, the other things didn't bear thinking about at the moment. He shrugged, picking up the phone and checking the message.

It had just one word, from an unknown number. Refund.

Dhahabi chuckled, shaking his head. He opened it just long enough to tap out a two-letter answer, then closed the phone again. He was just about to get back to work when it buzzed again.

Refund.

"Persistent..."

He sent another two-letter answer. This time, he didn't even have the chance to put the phone down before it started repeating it again and again.

Refund.

Refund.

Refund.

The werewolf glared at the screen as it filled with the same word over and over again. He was supposed to have some sort of protection from this sort of spam, though if this was a client, then they might have gotten around it due to the arrangements that he made for private communications. Holding one finger to the screen, he blocked the number and tossed his phone across the desk. It fell over the other side, shattering on the floor, but he shrugged it off. They were a metaphorical dime a dozen, considering his wealth.

He had scarcely returned to work, however, when an email popped up at the side of his screen. He sighed, shaking his head as he dragged it over.

It was a simple request for a refund, though this one had more details than the texts. Something about a faulty product that had made its way to a buyer, someone that hadn't quite taken to the training promised. Dhahabi shook his head, typing out a response that amounted to little more than 'buyer beware' before sending it off again.

The werewolf leaned back in his chair, covering his forehead. While he had no plans of engaging with the customer about a refund, he would have to check the machines, employees, and routines that were going on in the basement labs. If a substandard product had been shipped out, that meant that he needed to deal with that before more of them were sent off to the buyers. He had a reputation, after all, one that he had built very, very carefully.

And one that relied on some very illegal, questionable methods.

Another email notification popped up, and he opened it. This one contained much better news, and he grinned as he got up from his desk. He tapped out a response that he would be down to the labs in short order, and hurried out, barely remembering to close and delete the email.

As he left his office, the image that had been attached to it danced before his eyes. A worm-like creature, one that could pull in tight, or flatten out wide...a parasite, the newest iteration of his life's work...It was finally done, and he couldn't wait to see it.

The legal labs that the rest of the world knew about consisted of twenty stories at the base of the building, with two floors of security between the public and the various testing rooms that put out the product that funded the business as a whole. However, the rest of the building, sunk deep below ground, was where the real work - and his personal profits - actually came from. The security floors at the bottom of the building extended four stories down, double the protection, and with most of the officers down there treated to a much more extensive background check, and to a far more extensive means of keeping them under control.

Familiar glassy eyes met his gaze as Dhahabi stepped off the elevator, two Doberman officers waiting for him at the first security gate. He offered his ID card, as well as his thumb. They pricked it, testing blood against the samples that were on file, and then waved him through. That got him through to the stairwells, which had a different security checkpoint with each level down that he went. Blood got you in; other samples got you further.

By the time that he had reached the bottom, he had changed out of his suit for a proper lab coat, one that ran from his shoulders down to his ankles. Slipping on a pair of rubber paw-slippers for proper protection, he stepped through the last security gate and joined the rest of the scientists in the top-secret lab.

All around him were various tubes that loomed large, whether they were built into the walls for a consistent power supply or stood like pillars in the middle of the room. Some were filled with unconscious subjects suspended in fluid, their crotches and rumps covered in tubes to take away waste and their mouths and noses stuffed with other tubes to keep them fed and sedated. Others were filled with more interesting creatures, the things that allowed the slave trade that he kept up down here to actually flourish as a true business.

Dhahabi stopped by one such tank, resting his hand on the triple-thick glass as he looked inside. The previous generation of the parasite that allowed this operation to work swam towards the warmth of his palm, flitting around and trying to figure out what was on the other side of the glass. Black bodies with blue stripes around the edges flattened out against the glass, their primitive senses trying to find a way to the body-warmth, trying to find a way to get to him so that they could find a new host.

As they went from worm to flattened shapes to back again, he shook his head. They had been a good generation, but they were a little too specialized in their tasks. Once they were attached, they did one thing. And while they did it very well, they clearly were not doing the job completely.

It's one thing to condition someone in the tanks...but that doesn't mean that they are going to do what we want them to as soon as they're let loose...even with these...

The previous generation had simply attached to the slaves that they captured, wrapping around the sheath with a bit of their body sliding into the shaft itself. It had been enough to form a wrap around the shaft, to create a sort of living condom that gradually fed the parasite's chemicals and hormones to the host. Dhahabi was rather proud of the intense arousal and constant frustration that this caused, but he had known that it was only a matter of time until they found a subject that wasn't completely broken by the lack of relief. They needed to take the parasite further, ensuring that the host had even less privacy, even less relief, even more pleasure. They had to make something that would render the host all but insensate, desperate for anything that they could receive that would relieve their suffering.

And then, they needed to ensure that the host never received that relief. That was the downside of the old generation; they could be overwhelmed, could be eroded over time so that the subject could get off, could have the relief that they craved. The old generation could die.

This one...couldn't.

"Sir."

Dhahabi turned. The scientist that approached him wasn't familiar. A badger, one that looked a bit older, perhaps in his forties rather than the usual young crop that he kept in the building. He arched an eyebrow.

"Name?" the werewolf asked.

"Archibald, sir." The badger nodded. "Section lead on the new parasite."

"Hmm...I thought that was Brandon's territory?"

"He retired two weeks ago, sir. I was ready to step into his place."

"...Proceed."

It was atypical, but not tremendously so. He had set up the lab so that there was minimal oversight needed from him, just for the sake of keeping things efficient and ensuring that there would be no embarrassing interruptions while he dealt with both the legal and not-so-legal clients. Best to keep things running like a well-oiled machine, after all. Archibald nodded at him, gesturing for him to follow, and the werewolf did.

"As we said, the new iteration of the parasite is ready. It's a little...lively, but that's all for the better, we think."

"Something that is a bit more aggressive will serve us better than something that needed encouragement." Dhahabi nodded. "So, do we have a first subject?"

"We have someone in mind, but we haven't gotten them into the chamber yet."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

"Good." The werewolf smiled. "I look forward to seeing how quickly this one takes effect."

And it would mean that, provided that they could get a sufficient number of subjects, perhaps he might be able to walk back that 'no refund' statement. He doubted that he would, even if they sold a record number of slaves in the next few days, but the idea was there. It would save them a little good will...though probably cost them a few hundred thousand. The average buyer was very rich and was more than willing to spend money on slaves that were guaranteed to be the sort of whores that they wanted, but...well, he had already spent the last payment. He didn't want to pay out more money, and he particularly didn't want to walk back the 'no refund' stance. That would be difficult to keep to a one-time thing, and it would have to be.

Shaking his head, he focused on the badger. Archibald...the name didn't mean anything to him, but he was all but sure that there hadn't been an Archibald on the staff down here. He had been well aware of all the upper-level scientists, and there hadn't been an Archibald among them. Nor a badger, come to think of it.

Yet, at the same time, even that wasn't that strange. They ran a meritocracy down here, as strange as that was to the werewolf. They pushed people up the ladder by quality and work ethic, as well as their results. There was every possibility that there had been a badger down in the lower ranks that had done something spectacular and moved up while he wasn't paying attention.

Yet, at the same time, he was a little less confident. He walked slower, one hand at his side as the badger led him to the covered tank at the far end of the lab.

"We've kept it covered for now, sir. It seems to respond rather violently to light, and we don't want it agitated all the time," Archibald explained.

"Suitable precaution. What's the chemical production rate?"

"400% the previous generation's."

"In more time-oriented terms?"

"Our previous parasite took almost a minute to force a subject to full arousal through its chemicals. This one will do it in less than fifteen seconds. There is a slight risk to a subject that has a heart condition, admittedly, but the excitement should be within tolerable limits for most reasonably fit subjects."

Dhahabi smiled. That was good news, indeed. The slow build-up of chemicals had been one of the other difficulties for the previous generation of parasites. It would take longer to break some subjects because they were able to brace themselves. They were like frogs in a pot of hot water, not noticing what was done to them because it took too long. Something that sped up the process would reach the point of mind-break far faster.

"Any other shifts?" he asked.

"A longer body means that it can properly envelop the shaft, and we've made it so that it doesn't have to flatten so much of its body at once," Archibald explained. "The parasite can stretch up to twenty inches into the urethra, so it can embed itself pretty deeply into even well-endowed males. The rest flattens out to cover the shaft completely, and we've added to the durability genes to ensure that it actually stays healthy throughout that. No ripping and tearing with this one."

"Good. We've had some deaths in the field, and -"

"And that won't happen anymore, sir. Our word on it."

"It better be."

The parasites had been rather dangerous at first. They were bonded rather extensively to the subject, and while that had been a rather large advantage, it meant that when the subjects and slaves that were sold lost all hope...well, some of them had preferred death to being a slave, or being subject to the arousing whims of the parasite. The deep integration meant that the chemicals that the parasite oozed into the host - the non-arousing ones, at any rate - became something of a physiological requirement. Ripping the old parasite away, or tearing it, damaging it in any way, meant that the host had lost access to that, and had died shortly after.

Rather than removing those chemicals, he'd ordered that the latest generation be made stronger, more able to withstand damage. And it seemed that Archibald and his team had gone along with that, and done it well. No more deaths, and no more issues with slaves trying to give up and leave life early.

"Remove the shield," he commanded.

Archibald reached for the wall, tapping a button beside the tube covering. The hard plastic sheet rose up, and as soon as the faintest bit of light hit the tube, the fluid inside vibrated. He could almost hear a high-pitched shriek, something that would have been too high and keening for most ears to hear.

The shield had barely risen more than a foot before the new parasite all but attacked the glass wall between it and the light. It was as black as the other worms, but rather than a blue ring around the outside, there was a golden one, almost like the bands had been made to look rather opulent rather than something more understated. Dhahabi rather liked the look; he imagined that the slaves that were infested with the parasite would look a little bit more...high status, he supposed.

As the shield finally raised up completely, he saw that the parasite was definitely longer than the others had been, and despite being submerged in clear fluid, it oozed with enough chemicals that the water turned half-opaque around it, a black-purple ooze that seemed to draw the eye, making it look almost like a predator in the sea. He chuckled.

"Well, now...that is an improvement."

"We are glad that you approve, sir," Archibald said, bobbing his head.

"How many do we have?"

"At this point, just the one, but there's four others on their way to maturation."

"How long?"

"Between three days and two weeks, depending on the specimen."

Not enough to get a good sale going, then. Particularly since they still had some testing to do. Speaking of which...

"What kind of subject are we looking at for first infestation?"

"Healthy. A little bit less fit than some of the others, but healthy enough," Archibald said.

"Species?"

"Canine."

"Age?"

"Middle-aged."

Dhahabi would have preferred someone a little bit closer to the ideal slave candidate, but he supposed that would work. If a subject of a little more advanced age and less than ideal physical fitness could take what the parasite did to them, then there would be no doubt that a proper subject could take it with ease. He nodded -

"Nngh!"

Only to stagger forward as a sharp jab hit him in the rump. He clapped his hand to his ass, whipping around to see the badger holding a needle in his hand. It was already depressed, the chemical payload already in his body, and his head swam already. Tranquilizers, he realized, and potent ones.

"What...why..."

"You're not the only company interested in this product..."

"You..."

"And let me tell you. The whole 'no refunds' policy is bullshit."

Someone else...infiltrated my...organization...

If he hadn't been so pissed, he would have been downright impressed. Dhahabi slumped backwards, leaning against the tube for a moment, then slumped into slumber as the drugs took full effect.

He woke with a burning headache behind his eyes, and he groaned under his breath as he tried to take stock of what had just happened to him. Nothing good, he knew that much. The drugs -

Damn. The drugs. He forced himself to keep his eyes closed, taking in the situation with what he could feel before he gave away that he was awake again. Restraints on his arms, around both the elbows and the wrists, as well as other metal bands along his thighs, calves, and ankles. Archibald, if he was in charge, was taking no chances on this one. He didn't want the werewolf to break himself free.

Judging by the chill that he felt through his fur, he was on a slab. Slight dizziness implied that he was on a rough diagonal rather than on his back, too.

They're going to...infest me...

No point in pretending to be asleep. He could already feel the draining effects of other chemicals in his body. Muscle relaxants, mostly, probably to keep him from struggling too much, and to allow the parasite the best chance of properly infesting him rather than allowing him to fight back, to clench up. Not that it would do him any good, but it would potentially damage the parasite before it could bond to him. That would set the project back, and he got the feeling that they didn't have as much time as they wanted for this.

He opened his eyes. He was in one of the infestation labs, the sort that they had used before they had started making more of a game of it, back when they still weren't sure that this would work. The slab he was tied to was suspended from the ground by a hydraulic arm, he remembered, and the panels in the ceiling were meant to hide various other tools, including -

One panel slid to the side, and a smaller containment tube, filled with the tainted fluids and the parasite that produced them, was lowered down. At the end of the tube was an applicator chute, one that was aimed right for his crotch. The metal slide slid under his shaft, acting almost like a shoe-horn as it slid into his sheath and under his cock, dragging at it until the head pulled free from the fuzzy tube.

"Nnngh..."

He groaned, gritting his teeth and biting his lips as the machine adjusted itself, making micro-shifts of position to ensure that it was in the perfect spot to deliver its payload. Glancing up at the container tube, he knew that he was going to receive a blast of aphrodisiacs right off the bat, something to get him too horny to think, to make his cock as hard and eager as possible for the parasite to have the best chance of sliding in and taking over. He groaned as he felt the chill of the metal slide making his cock a little stiffer despite his best efforts on the matter.

Someone was going to pay. Whatever bastard had decided that they were better than him, that they could just take over, was going to pay.

"Initiating infestation."

The two words filled him with more fear than he had known it was possible to feel. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as he watched as, as if in slow motion, the containment panel opened. A strainer was on the other side, allowing the fluids through, but not the parasite itself. Not just yet. The purple-black goo came rushing out -

"AH!"

And it was like having his sheath, sac, and shaft dunked into a hot-tub. It was warmer than it should be, but even as the fluids started soaking through his fur and sinking down to his skin, he could feel the tickling tingle. It was almost like the feeling of acidic chemicals at first, stripping off the layer of old, half-dead skin on the very edge of the body, breaking down all the barriers to the full sensitive stuff at the bottom. On his cock, it burned, but in an insanely wrong way. It was like pleasure was forced through the fire, drawing gasps and whimpers from his lips, his hips twitching against the restraints that held him down.

He recognized the effects. The sensitizers were pushing him to that point just past orgasm, and the aphrodisiacs were made to target the nerve cells in that part of the body. Not just increasing their firing power, but also ensuring that they were fooled into feeling like they were being stimulated even when they weren't. The signals that went to his brain were a confusing, dreamy mix of getting sucked off, getting a handjob, of having an asshole bouncing up and down on his shaft. It was like a wet dream, except that it was entirely too real, chemically tooled to make the mind think that it was getting all the stimulation that it could imagine, while never delivering it.

It did, however, make him hard, leaving his cock springing out of his sheath. The head lifted up, the tapered, throbbing end soon oozing pre-cum, and the parasite slammed itself against the sieve-shaped end of the containment unit. It wanted him. It wanted the 'food' that he was dripping from his shaft.

"Releasing creature in T-minus ten seconds."

"Nnngh...you...bastards..."

It was hard enough to get the words out with the muscle relaxants, but with the stiffening effect of the aphrodisiacs, with the forced pleasure running through his body, it was nearly impossible. He could feel the bloating effect of his knot spreading out, the bulge at the base of his cock getting so hard and so stiff that it was impossible to ignore it, and his breathing sped up, huffing, puffing as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Five...four..."

His cock jumped, forced pleasure making it look like he was looking forward to this. The bastards...the unforgiveable bastards...

"Three...two..."

He threw his arms weakly against the restraints, tried to thrust his hips forward, but all he did was dig the chute deeper into his sheath. He was loosening himself up with every movement for the parasite, and yet, what else could he do? Just take it meekly? That wasn't the way that Dhahabi Kaf approached anything. There had to be a way -

"One. Release."

There was a soft tone, then the parasite slid down. It writhed around itself going down the metal tube, only to freeze when it touched his cock. There was a split-second where it seemed to be confused, and where Dhahabi wondered if, perhaps, this one might still be defective, not knowing what it had to do to get a host.

Then it thrashed around, coiling the long, narrow body of a worm around his cock. It wrapped itself around his shaft faster than a python around its prey, slithering in a tightly-wound circle over his cock, working from the top of the knot all the way to the head thirteen inches up. He gritted his teeth, half-hoping that it would run out of length, but he knew the statistics for this project. It was designed to be able to reach to the base of some of the bigger horse-cocks, and there was no way that he would be able to just out-match it for length.

As it reached the head, it somehow narrowed more, and the oozing chemicals that came off its main body kept him harder than ever. His entire shaft throbbed, twitching, oozing, spitting pre-cum with every beat of his heart. He could barely keep himself conscious from the insane pleasure-pain that came from that tiny, cursed creature. The werewolf forced himself to look down, his hands clenching into fists as the parasite rolled its narrowing 'head' end around his shaft.

"Mmmph...ah...nnngh..."

Each touch added to the hallucinatory pleasures that it was feeding him through his completely confounded nerve endings down there. He knew what it was doing, that the narrow tip was prodding him for his urethra. It would find it soon enough, but even though he knew that, he tried to buck his hips, tried to slide around, only for the paralyzing pleasure to slam him right back down when it threatened to become too much.

Already taking effect...already right on the verge...already...

Already couldn't cum.

Dhahabi's rational mind knew that it was all over now, that there was no way for him to escape his fate. Once the chemical input had reached the point of forbidding an orgasm, that meant that there was little chance of actually getting his ability to climax back. The parasites were meant to be incredibly potent, and this latest generation was the most powerful of them to date. Thinking that it would be possible to get his sexual life back was tantamount to doubting all his abilities to create these things in the first place.

But that didn't mean that his body didn't try.

"Nnngh...you...let me...let me...cum!"

He thrust against the creature as weakly as he could, pain and pleasure warping together, making it harder and harder to think. He was right there, right on the edge just from having something touching him, just from the feeling of the creature sliding around his shaft. The bumping, prodding motions of the parasite's tip along the head of his shaft were all the warning that he had that it was getting closer and closer to his urethra, but as long as he kept moving, there was the chance that it would keep missing.

But moving was hard...and it hurt...and it felt amazing...and it hurt...

And it was tiring, which meant he could only do it for so long. Fear, adrenaline, they meant little compared to the powerful sedatives that were still rolling through his veins, making it all but impossible to do anything. He panted for breath, his head rolling back, his hips going still -

And then, it happened. He felt the narrowed tip sliding against his urethra, and then punching in. The fiery friction of that sort of stretch was everything that he had always imagined the subjects would have felt, but now that it was happening to him - and with his cock so oversensitive - he couldn't help but scream. He arched his back against the slab, his hands curling into fists, toes curling so far that he almost pricked his pads with his claws.

"AAAAAAGH!"

The further in it went, the more that the fire followed, going from the tip of his cock to the base. He realized that he could feel his knot swelling further, particularly as the creature continued to ooze through both the outside of his shaft and the inside. His urethra...his urethra was becoming ever more sensitive, too, taking in the pleasure of the thrice-damned parasite and making it so that the sounding was somehow...

"AH...ahhh...ahhhhhhhhh!"

His screams warped to unwilling moans, his hips bucking again, only to leave him whimpering in unwanted pain-pleasure. He would hold still for a second, then be driven mad with the need to thrust again, to cum, and he would do so, only for the pain to push him back once more.

And still, the parasite tunneled ever deeper into his cock, going further, hooking into something further down. He wasn't sure what, but he imagined that it was either tapping his prostate directly, or going up towards his bladder. He wasn't sure which, didn't care.

His mind was so frazzled that he barely had the wherewithal to look down at his shaft, watching as the parasitic worm flattened out, spreading along his member. It ran down the already black shaft, covering it from the head to the base, wrapping around his knot like a teasing fist. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up, only to scream in pleasure-pain, pain-pleasure again.

"Get it off...get it off!"

His shouts echoed back in his own ears, the same sounds, the same words that he had heard a hundred times when he had watched the infestation of a slave to be. In the back of his mind, Dhahabi knew that it wouldn't be any better for him. The employees on the other side of the wall were happy to watch him be infested. They were no longer his employees, and he wondered how long they actually had been.

The parasite wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, the gold ring at the end of its body becoming a gold band at the base of his shaft. It pushed up a bit, forming something that was almost less biological and more rubber, and part of the flesh pushed up to form a ring of sorts in addition to the band, one that was open enough that -

A leash ring? he thought, staring at the golden band at the base of his knot. That...that's new...

Dhahabi had just enough time to wonder what else had been added to his designs before the creature thrummed inside his cock. The vibrations ran from the head of his shaft, through the middle of his oversensitive knot, all the way back to his prostate, and it was more than enough to leave him screaming.

As a matter of fact, he screamed, pissing pre-cum, until he passed out completely.

When the werewolf woke again, he was still not in his office. He was, however, no longer tied down. Knowing that he was under observation and that there was little point in pretending that he was asleep, he sat up.

He was in one of the experiment cells. Three metal walls and one glass one, quadruple paned. He looked overhead, saw the air vent that was in the precise middle of the ceiling, put there intentionally to make it more difficult for a prisoner to hide their escape attempts. The bed under him was bolted to the wall, done so in such a way that if one tried to remove the bolts or adjust the bed, it would come crashing down so that any interference was obvious. The bathroom, such as it was, was a single panel in the wall just over the bed, something to back one's hips into and then hope that the scientists were watching, so that one was allowed to relieve oneself.

Dhahabi knew all the systems that were involved in the breaking of an infested slave, because he had designed most of them...and now, he was being made to endure them.

Glancing down between his legs, he winced. The parasite was still there, and his knot was still up. The chemicals that the creature oozed would keep the flesh down there healthy, preventing him from ever going soft, keeping him at maximum sensitivity. It mostly fed on his pre-cum, or that was what it had done in his designs. He didn't know what else the other scientists had done to alter it.

It was, however, still oozing with the aphrodisiacs and nerve stimulators, leaving him huffing through his teeth as he felt the imagined stimulation of someone bouncing on his cock, then the feeling of him fucking someone, and then -

"NNNNGH!"

The utterly insane feeling of a mouth on either side of his knot, licking, kissing, sucking at it. Dhahabi rolled onto his side, his thighs pressed together, his balls churning away as he felt the urge to cum, and then felt the urge die once more. The discomfort, the ache that rolled down his cock and pinched and pricked at his prostate, was more than enough to push the climax-instinct down and keep it from happening.

"Subject Dhahabi. Welcome to your first day of training," the intercom in his cell said. "We've prepared something...special for you. I hope you enjoy it."

The End

Summary: Dhahabi Kas, slave trader and parasite-creator, has developed something new. Time to see how well it works.

Tags: M/solo, Parasite, Werewolf, Badger, Backstabbing, Betrayal, Bondage, Infestation, Sounding, Bonding, Chemicals, Aphrodisiacs, Hallucination, Knot, Knot Ring, Series, Slave Trading, Edging, Chastity,