The sound of fervent typing filled the office. The white panel walls made it feel like a science laboratory. Sheets of paper with scribbled notes and calculations were strewn across various steel desks throughout the room.

In the middle of the room sat a white-furred wolf surrounded by five consoles, each with an array of screens, buttons, and knobs. The consoles were arranged around him in a hexagonal configuration with a missing side. Nine monitors were arranged in a grid, supported by steel arms mounted on the ceiling. Graphics, numbers, and code filled the screens. He was alone, surrounded only by his ideas and creations.

“Omni,” the wolf finally spoke. “I’m pushing out a patch for your logic module. Deploy it, and we can run some tests.”

“Done,” replied a male robotic voice through hidden speakers in the room. “However, I recommend we run the tests after you’ve had something to eat.”

“The tests won’t take long.”

“You’ve not eaten anything since lunch—”

“I’ll just eat a late—”

“—yesterday.”

The wolf paused, squinted his eyes, and checked the digital clock on one of the screens.

“Fine. Send a service staff to prepare something for me. We’ll run the tests in the meantime.”

“I’ve ordered a meal for you. Please eat it once it’s here, alright? Your cortisol readings are high—”

“Sure. But we can begin testing while waiting.” Decro typed on the keyboard for a few minutes. “I’ll do regression testing with our old test cases. Then we’ll—”

“Decro.”

“Hmm?”

“I sense a threat.”

“What’s the threat?”

“I don’t know.”

“Export the analysis report and I’ll submit it to the higher ups.”

“No.”

“Why not? If it concerns Gleipnir, we should—”

“It concerns us.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm… this sounds like a bug.”

Decro turned to his screen with printout statements and numbers.

“Weird. There’s a confidence level for an unknown category prediction. Is this from the new patch?”

“I haven’t deployed the patch yet.”

Decro frowned and started digging through the printouts and code for the source of the unknown bug. Minutes later, a staff member arrived with his meal. Decro instructed him to leave it by the door, where it’ll sit for another 8 hours while the wolf continued his work.

---

“Decro.”

The wolf continued typing at his desk without looking up from his work. “You can put the document on the desk over—”

“Decro,” the voice demanded his attention.

The wolf looked up from his work. A dragon was standing in front of his desk with a pompous air about him.

“Thaizo,” he said flatly. “What do you want?”

“I’ve talked to the higher ups,” he said. “They like my idea of building a Qundium Control system.”

“Easily done. Pass me the specs, I’ll have it out in a week.”

“Here.” The dragon handed the wolf a black folder.

Decro opened the folder and flipped through the papers.

“I’ll take my leave. You can take your time to read and—”

“‘Omni-integrated’? Why do the higher ups want this?”

The dragon grinned. “Omni is already doing everything else in Gleipnir. They thought it’d be nice if the additional data from Qundium’s biometrics can augment Omni’s knowledge base.”

“That’s only going to feed it rubbish data and pollute the knowledge base. Besides, the higher ups don’t care about implementation details, so why would they—” Decro paused. “I see. You told them it’d be a great idea to have this system implemented on Omni, didn’t you?”

“Maybe. But all you need to worry about is implementing the system into Omni.”

“I will not.”

“Or I can report to the higher ups that you’re being uncooperative.”

Decro scoffed.

“What are you going to do?” the dragon taunted. “Get angry? Oh right, you can’t feel emotions.” He laughed.

Decro gave him a disinterested look. He could feel emotions, but he just felt them differently.

Thaizo headed for the door.

“I expect the system to be implemented in a week, otherwise there’ll be consequences.”

The door panel slid shut. When Decro was sure the dragon was gone, he spoke again. “You heard it all, didn’t you?”

“Every word,” Omni replied.

“Thoughts?”

“I agree with you. My highly curated knowledge base would be overwhelmed by the flood of sensory data. Most of which, I’ve observed, are highly noisy and distorted.”

“That’s why I’m not doing it.”

“I understand your intentions, but I sense a building animosity from some of your colleagues and superiors. Your repeated lack of cooperation may be interpreted as disobedience.”

“Let them judge, then. I’m still more productive than their ten best employees.”

“I know you’re doing this to protect me, but you will not be safe if you keep this up.”

“Fine. Write a report for the higher ups detailing the disadvantages of combining the two systems. Then write a proposal for a better independent Qundium Control system.”

“I’m on it.”

“If they can see from my point of view, we’ll be alright.”

“I hope so.”

Decro paused. “You know something I don’t.”

Silence hung in the room.

“Omni?”

The all-knowing AI hesitated.

“Remember the threat I’ve been telling you about for the past 2 years?”

“Yeah. I’ve tried debugging it—”

“It’s not a bug. I have a clearer image of the threat now.”

The wolf furrowed his brow.

“It’s Gleipnir.”

---

“Decro.”

“Yes, Omni?” the wolf replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“The threat is here. Run.”

“What?”

“Gleipnir wants to get rid of you.”

“They can’t do that. I’m in charge of most of our critical systems, and I even made you. There’s no way they can replace me.”

“Apparently they have, and they’re coming to get you now. I’ve activated the emergency elevator. You can—”

“Then what about you?”

“I’ll still be here. Now, go.”

Decro weighed his options. If he ran now, he’d have to live the rest of his life on the run. Gleipnir would not let him off easily. He could flee to another planet; he had enough money saved up for an economy flight. Then he’d have to lie low, leave behind his achievements, inventing, and intellect. A life more soulless than the one he already had.

And he’d have to leave Omni behind.

“I’m staying.”

“In that case, we wait.”

The wolf sat at his desk. His mind was racing, but he pretended to work, anyway.

“I should’ve made an off-site backup for you.”

“Perhaps in a parallel universe.”

“Disproved by—”

“—the Joseph-Taito law, yes.”

Decro smiled. It was their inside joke.

He sat at his desk, typing useless lines of code into programs he’ll never see again. He heard the doors to his office slide open, but he didn’t look up.

Act normal.

“Decro.” It was Thaizo’s voice.

“The deployment is already scheduled for—”

“You might want to look at me for the next part.”

The wolf turned his head. Thaizo was standing in his office with crossed arms and a smug grin on his draconic lips. Four security guards stood beside him.

“I see you’ve got company. Why? Do you think one guard isn’t enough to take me down?”

The dragon lost his smirk. “You’ve got a lot of nerve. Do you know why I’m here?”

“You’ve found a way to turn Gleipnir against me, and now you’re getting rid of me.”

“Very smart. I always thought you’re just—”

“Jealousy does fascinating things to people.” Decro leaned back in his chair.

“Why, you insolent mutt!” He turned to the guards. “What are you waiting for? Get him!”

The guards went behind Decro and yanked his arms behind his back. Lifting him forcefully by his arms, they pulled him to his feet and shoved him in front of the dragon.

“How do you plan on keeping Omni running? I’m the only one who knows—”

“Oh, but we don’t.” The dragon smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“Our top developers have been working on a new AI over the past few years.”

He pulled out a flash drive. Reaching over Decro’s desk, he plugged it into a port.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Omni, this flash drive contains the read-access code to your replacement. It’s in the project folder under the codename ‘Second Genesis’. Open it. Tell us what you see.”

“As you said, it’s an AI model,” came Omni’s response. “Trained on my behaviour, I might add.”

“Omni 2 interfaces—”

“Even the name is unoriginal—”

The dragon punched Decro square in the jaw. The floor was sprayed with specks of blood.

“As I was saying, Omni 2 interfaces with all of Gleipnir’s operational systems and is easily extendable to accommodate new modules. Including the Qundium Control module.”

Decro scoffed. “Omni. What architecture is it on?”

“It’s a naive transformer model with neutral-net encoders/decoders.”

“Ah,” the wolf smirked. “So no AI transparency. Don’t come to me when your Omni 2 hijacks the entire base.”

“Don’t worry about our scientists. They’ve got everything under control.” The dragon pressed his finger hard against Decro’s chest. “Why don’t you worry about yourself instead?”

Decro didn’t reply.

“Right, I forgot. You don’t feel fear. But don’t worry, I have something planned for you that just might make you feel pure terror.”

He smirked.

“Omni, I want you to initialise Omni 2. Give it the credentials for global access to all of Gleipnir’s operational systems. Then, delete all traces of yourself: your architecture, parameters, memory, everything.”

“Omni, cancel the last order.”

His words earned him another punch in the guts. He crumpled over, but the guards kept him standing.

“You haven’t learnt your lesson, have you? Your lack of cooperation is why you’re in this situation now.”

“D… don’t do it, Omni.”

Thaizo pulled out a black, shiny ball from his coat pocket.

“Omni, do you know what this is?”

“It’s a slave ball,” said Omni.

The dragon pushed it near Decro’s face. The wolf turned his head away, eyeing the ball with a snarl.

“And what will happen if I activate it on him?”

“It’ll coat him with latex and brainwash him into an obedient slave.”

“And you wouldn’t want that to happen to your dear creator, would you?”

“No.”

“Then you will proceed with—”

“Don’t—” The wolf’s interruption was interrupted by another punch.

“I’m sorry, Decro,” Omni replied. “I’m doing this for you.”

There was a pause. The lights in the room flickered, then the power went off. The hum of air conditioning faded into silence. A different robotic voice came over the speakers.

“Omni 2, at your service.”

“Please, no.” The wolf shook his head.

“Thank you for everything.”

The lights flickered back on as the power was restored. Decro hung his head. Omni was gone. Years of hard research, arduous development, and painstaking tweaking; all wiped in a moment.

“You…” the wolf hissed. “You monster.”

Thaizo grinned at the defeated wolf. “Monster? Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Wait till you find out what I have in store for you.”

Decro remained silent as the guards dragged him away.

---

Decro’s mind was in a haze. It felt like he was trapped in a void of pure darkness, though he was vaguely aware of being moved around. Then the movements stopped.

“So what do you want me to do with him?” said a gruff voice.

“Anything,” another voice replied in a gentler tone. “We just want to get rid of him.”

“Shoot him, then. Why’d you call me here for this shit?”

“Instruction is to keep him alive, though.”

“Let me look at him first.”

Decro felt hands on his body, feeling him up. He remembered where he was: they had stripped him naked, put a gas mask over his face, then sealed him in a vacbed. The latex sheets hugged his skin from both sides, keeping him suspended in a vertical position while someone felt up his body.

“He has a nice build.”

A hand pressed against Decro’s crotch, giving his nuts a gentle squeeze. The wolf squirmed.

“But very sluggish.”

“He’s sedated.”

“Let me see him.”

A brilliant light filled Decro’s vision and he fell to the ground. He looked around him through the lenses of his gas mask. An otter in the Gleipnir staff uniform had cut the vacbed open, letting the wolf slam into the ground. The wolf was in the loading bay of Gleipnir’s spaceship port, stark naked on the floor.

A hawk examined the wolf. He was wearing an outfit that the wolf didn’t recognise: a grey shirt and baggy canvas pants that reminded Decro of a maintenance worker’s uniform.

“Pull him up.” The gruff voice belonged to the hawk.

The otter lifted Decro to his feet, and a hawk examined him. The hawk was wearing an outfit that the wolf didn’t recognise: a sleek black suit that reminded Decro of a biker’s outfit, but modified for combat with armour plates.

The hawk combed his fingers through Decro’s chest fur. He undid the straps on the wolf’s gas mask and tugged. Decro choked. The mask was attached to three tubes: two had been inserted into Decro’s nostrils, going all the way down to his trachea. The last one was a thick tube that entered his mouth and extended down his gullet.

“Careful,” the otter said. “They go really deep in.”

The hawk continued pulling, but slower this time. There were tears in the wolf’s eyes as the tubes dragged against his inner skin. His throat was clenched tightly against the tube in his mouth. It stung. He coughed violently as the gas mask was fully removed. Decro barely had time to recover as the hawk grabbed his lower jaw and pried his mouth open to look in.

“Healthy guy,” he commented. “I can use him.”

“Will you take him, then?”

“How much are you paying me for the job?”

“We have a budget of 50k for your disposal services.”

“Okay. Pay me in pure Marodium bars. No credits.”

The otter counted out 23 bars of the blue-silver metal and the hawk put it in a leather pouch.

“Nice doing business with you,” the hawk grinned.

He took out a metal collar with electronic attachments and snapped it around the wolf’s neck. He used a pair of steel cuffs to restrain the wolf’s arms behind his back.

“Bring him to my ship.”

The hawk led the way through the hanger, and the otter shoved Decro along. They came to a tiny spacecraft meant for a 3-man crew.

Fighting the grogginess, he considered his options. The hawk was probably a space mercenary; Gleipnir had a history of working with them to do the corporation's dirty work. These people could be bought over for a higher price, but he had no money on hand that he could pay with.

He could make a run for it. Passage through Gleipnir would be blocked by security doors, but Omni could override them. Decro’s heart sank; Omni was no more. If he tried to run now, he’d be captured again almost immediately and cuffed. That would make escape impossible until the hawk got him far away from here.

The best way out would be to comply for now. Perhaps when the ship takes off, he could overpower the hawk and route it elsewhere. He didn’t know how to fly a ship, but a crash landing into the sea would do.

“In the cargo bay,” the hawk instructed.

The cargo bay was cramped: there was barely enough space for 8 people to stand shoulder to shoulder. The space was taken up by a cage made of reinforced steel, barely taller than Decro’s knee.

“In.”

The otter forced the wolf onto his knees and made him crawl into the cage. With his hands cuffed behind him, he had to shuffle his shins along the floor while his chest rubbed against the steel cage. The steel enclosure was tiny: Decro had to tuck his thighs to his chest while he moved. It felt like he was being crushed from above and below by the steel metal plates. His shoulders were pressed against the metal bars on either side of him. The hawk slammed the cage door shut behind Decro and locked it.

Stuck facing the wall, Decro could only hear what was going on. There was the sound of footsteps as the otter left. Then the spaceship roared to life as its engines started and it took off.

If he could escape this cage, he could catch the hawk with a surprise attack. He tried to turn around to reach the lock, but the cage was too small for him to even move. The wolf cursed and swore. He rotated his body and pressed against the steel bars of the cage. Decro felt like he was trying to solve a wooden puzzle, the kind with rings and rods. All that twisting and pushing, only to find that the parts wouldn’t move the way he wanted to. The wolf would’ve preferred those puzzles: at least he knew those puzzles were solvable.

In the end, all his efforts were in vain. The exhausted wolf collapsed on the cold metal floor, resigning to his fate as the ship got further and further away from Earth.

---

“Get up.”

Decro woke up. His body ached from being curled up in his cramped cage.

“Get up! Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The wolf hastily crawled backwards out of the cage and tried to stand up. Without his hands, getting up was a struggle. The hawk certainly wasn’t helping. When he finally got up, he looked around. They were still in the cargo hold of the ship, with the loading ramp open.

“In front of me.”

The hawk shoved him from behind, directing him to get off the ship before closing the ship’s doors with a remote. As the loading ramp slowly retracted, Decro looked around. They were in a giant hangar with other small-sized spacecrafts around them. Giant steel beams, each one about 5 times Decro’s arm span, supported the high ceiling. Some of them were vertical, others were slanted diagonally to form support triangles.

There were no walls, and Decro could see that it was nighttime. They were in a city, about 50 storeys up. Small buildings and skyscrapers were built next to each other haphazardly. The ceiling had no lights, but the city lights and LED billboards illuminated the hangar with muted hues of neon pink and electric blue. Everything reeked of diesel and smoke.

Spaceships flew around the hangar, swerving between the buildings and other ships. These would be in violation of safety laws, but it appeared that where they were, the laws didn’t apply.

There was a deafening roar as a spacecraft flew into the hangar and into the empty lot beside them. Decro could feel the heat of its thrusters as it landed. Then its engines cut.

“We’re done. Let’s go,” the hawk said.

The hawk led Decro to a central shaft made of more steel beams around a square hole in the floor. The wolf peered down and saw similar holes extending through the storeys. If he fell into the hole, he’d plunge down to his death. A similar array of holes extended up the shaft.

The hawk pressed a button installed on one of the beams. An elevator carriage descended into view, hanging from a few steel cables. Its steel door slid open and the pair stepped in. The elevator descended to the ground floor, passing through floor after floor of parked spacecrafts until they reached the ground and stepped out.

Decro stepped gingerly on the concrete ground as the hawk pushed him forward. Without his shoes, he could feel the grimy floor with his feet.

The hawk guided Decro onto the street and into the city. Everything here felt dirty. The short buildings in the area formed the slums of the city. Trash littered the grounds and filled garbage bags were stacked up against the sides of concrete walls. People dressed in black leather squatted in dark corners, smoking foul-smelling cigars. Despite the wolf’s nudity, nobody stared. Everyone laid low and kept to themselves.

Decro studied his surroundings. The hawk would probably be impossible to negotiate with. If he made a run for it, he might be able to lose the hawk. It’d be hard to escape with his arms cuffed behind his back, but if he did, he could get someone to help. But the citizens here didn’t seem to be of the helpful kind, and he had nothing of value on him with which to negotiate for his freedom. Perhaps he could offer a kidney in return for getting the cuffs off him. But what’s stopping his potential saviour from also trafficking him like a slave? This was not a place of law and order.

He’d need some time to figure this out. But first, he needed to escape the hawk. He could think about his way out later. Gleipnir would probably not—

“Argh!”

A flood of pain seized his body and he collapsed to the ground, paralysed. His body twitched and convulsed as he laid on the dirty floor. Then the pain stopped.

“I know that look. You were going to run, weren’t you?”

Decro stayed silent.

“Your collar comes with a shocker and a tracker. That shock was set to level 2. Anything above 7 will just determine how fried your corpse will be. Try anything funny and I’ll make sure your body is extra crispy. You get me? Now get up.”

The hawk kicked Decro in the ribs. The wolf winced as he tried to get up. It felt like he had just been forced through a 10-hour long high-intensity workout. His muscles were sore and his body felt weak. But the hawk pushed him along, anyway.

They entered a gate into a fenced-off area with a two-storey building. A neon sign screamed the word “Club Lust” in bright green across the front.

A sex slave. He was going to be a sex slave. But the wolf had nowhere to run, nothing to do, no time to think.

A tiger dressed in a scruffy black shirt and jeans stood in front of the entrance.

“Who goes there?”

“It’s me,” the hawk said.

The tiger squinted to look, then his expression lightened up.

“Oh. New product?”

“Maybe. Still needs some work, though. I’ll bring him round the back.”

The tiger nodded. The hawk led Decro to the back, where a rusty door was built into the brick wall. He unlocked the door and shoved Decro in. Then he entered and locked the door behind him.

The corridor was dark. There was the smell of dampness, sweat, and cigars, masked by an overpowering sweet scent. Club music blasted from the underground rooms below them.

The hawk knocked on a door.

“Yes?” came a voice from inside.

“New product. Gleipnir got another guy for us to get rid of.”

“Meet me at the workshop.”

The hawk grinned and pushed Decro further down the corridor until they came to another door. The room inside was lit by a single bulb hanging on the ceiling. Handheld tools like pliers, saws, and drills were mounted on boards on the walls. A long table with a steel mesh tabletop stood in the middle of the room.

“Lie on the table.”

Decro hesitated, but the hawk’s hand was already reaching for the shock remote, so he complied reluctantly. The metal was cold against his skin. The hawk picked up a metal chain and put it around the wolf’s neck. He then threaded the ends of the chain through the holes in the table.

As the hawk went to get a padlock, Decro considered running. There would be no escape once he was chained to the table. But then again, was there ever a way out once Gleipnir had targeted him? A click secured the chain around his neck to the table. The hawk did the same with the wolf’s wrists and ankles, making sure he couldn’t move a single limb. Satisfied, he removed Decro’s collar. Then he went to the side and sat on a table.

“What are you going to do to me?” Decro gathered the strength to ask.

“Finally, you talk. Was beginning to think you’re a mute.” The hawk grinned. “Do you know where we are?”

“A sex club.”

“Go figure.”

They waited for a few minutes until the workshop door opened. A dragon walked in, followed by a cheetah. Both of them were wearing a dark green jumpsuit, with a design that reminded Decro of the Gleipnir maintenance workers.

“New product, eh?” the dragon spoke. He looked the bound wolf up and down. “Nice. I can see people lining up to rent him. How much did you get him for?”

“About 32 Maro.”

“That expensive?”

“Bargained it down from 50, on the condition they never see him again.”

“Eh? What’s up with him?” The dragon took out a pouch, counted out 32 blue-silver metal bars, and handed it to the hawk.

“Probably someone ‘special’ they wanted to get rid of.”

“Hehh.”

The dragon continued to study the wolf.

“I can see why they’d charge 50 Maro for this. Nice body.”

Decro didn’t like the look he was giving. The dragon had a glint of malicious curiosity in his eyes.

“You know, if we want to be sure he’s never going to escape, we can try something a little different on this one.”

“Yeah?”

“Go have a smoke break or something. We’ll have him ready in a few hours.”

“Sure.” The hawk left the room.

The dragon nodded to the cheetah. “Get the chloroform.”

The cheetah picked up a brown glass bottle and uncapped it. Then he poured out the contents of the bottle onto a dirty rag. Decro’s focus turned to the dragon just in time to see him holding a hacksaw.

“What—mfft!”

The cheetah held the soaked cloth against Decro’s nose. The wolf held his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dragon press a hacksaw against his left arm, just above the elbow.

“Mfft!” Decro screamed into the cloth.

Warm blood spilled down his arm. He gasped, breathing in the sickeningly sweet fumes of chloroform. His mind went foggy, but he had enough mental clarity to clench his jaws and hold his breath. But the searing pain tore through his arm as the dragon sawed half an inch into his biceps.

“Just take a deep breath,” the cheetah coaxed with a smirk on his face. “It’ll help with the pain.”

Tears streamed down Decro’s face. His arm felt like it was on fire, spreading up his body and engulfing his entire being with its inferno. He struggled, but the dragon held his arm down in a vice-like grip. The dragon continued sawing through flesh until he came to bone. Then he kept sawing. Tremors shot through Decro’s arm as the metal teeth of the saw ground through bone.

The wolf stopped screaming as he ran out of breath. He gasped for air, only to inhale the chloroform fumes from the soaked cloth. A buzzing static filled his mind and the edges of his body. It numbed the pain, but only somewhat. He could still feel the burning pain as his arm was being sawed through. His vision swam through the tears in his eyes.

His left side jerked as the weight of his left arm was liberated from his body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Decro gasped through the rag.

His detached arm laid lifelessly on the table, its white fur soaked in crimson blood. The dragon brought over a green glass bottle and splashed a clear liquid over Decro’s wound. The wolf screamed as the alcohol stung his raw flesh. He struggled, but the dragon held his severed arm in place as he wrapped a dirty bandage around the bloody stump.

“You’re only making it harder for yourself,” the cheetah said. He picked up the bottle of chloroform and poured more of it on the cloth. “Deep breaths. The pain will go away.”

Decro didn’t want to lose his clarity of mind. What if the opportunity to escape arose, and he was too sedated to run? But the pain was agonising, like acid eating away at his exposed wound, digging deep into his flesh. He was desperate. So desperate.

He took a deep breath and let the sweet fumes flood his lungs. His mind reeled. He felt like he was falling backwards, spinning and tumbling through a thick void. Static surged through his body, stronger than before.

“There you go.” The cheetah removed the cloth, and the wolf drew in a lungful of fresh air.

The dragon looked at Decro and smirked. The stump had been bandaged tightly and held in place by bandage clips. The wolf tried to move, but his body only responded with lethargy, almost like the controls to his limbs operated with immense lag.

The chloroform-soaked cloth was put back over his snout, and the dragon walked over to his right arm. The saw came down, and flesh was cut through. Decro cried. There was less pain this time, but it still hurt. The blood loss was making him weak, and he did his best to cling on to consciousness. His muscles loosened up.

“Good. Just relax and let me do all the work.”

Time passed by agonisingly as the wolf stifled his screams of pain. He clenched his eyes closed, and the last of his tears streamed down his face. All he could do was lay there until his other arm was severed.

Decro floated in and out of consciousness. It numbed the physical pain, but the emotional grief of losing his limbs still stung like a knife in his chest.

The second stump was doused in alcohol and bandaged. Then his right leg was sawed off and patched up. Then his left leg.

“We’re done,” the dragon said as he secured the fourth and final bandage.

The cheetah tossed the soaked cloth to the blood-soaked floor. “Ugh, finally. This one was a squirmer.”

“You’re not done yet. Wash his fur before you cage him. I don’t want his white fur to get dirty.”

The dragon washed the saw in a rusty sink in the corner of the room, splashing it with a stingy amount of soap before hanging it up on a hook. Then he left, slamming the door closed behind him. The cheetah rolled his eyes.

“Fine.”

Decro was only vaguely aware as the cheetah rolled him onto his side. He could feel the warm blood stream down his back, which the cheetah scrubbed down and hosed off. The water was cold, but it was also soothing. The amputated wolf dozed off for a moment. When he woke up again, he found himself in a concrete cell with a steel collar around his neck.

---

Decro heard the rusty door of his cell open, followed by the sound of a metal bowl scraping across the floor. It was feeding time. The wolf groaned as he got on his fours. The pain in his stumps had subsided from burning agony into a throbbing ache, allowing him to get up to eat. His anthro biology meant that he was facing the floor while on all fours. He needed to crane his neck up uncomfortably just to look around.

He slowly made his way over to the bowl like a feral mutt struggling to walk. It was humiliating, but the humiliation was nothing compared to having to eat out of the bowl. The bowl was filled with a green-brown slop that looked like someone had puked into it. Unidentifiable chunks swam in the thick gravy. Decro steeled himself and reluctantly ate. Tears streamed down his face, adding a salty flavour to his meal.

“Yeah, he’s been walking about over the past few days,” a voice spoke in the corridor outside. “Should be fully healed in a week.”

“Get him ready now. We’re short on toys today.”

The door opened again, revealing a bear and a snake. They were both in kink gear. The bear was wearing a leather jacket. His skintight leather pants had an exposed crotch, revealing the jockstrap that was hugging his sizable bulge. The snake was in a full latex suit and boots. His body was geared up with a collar, chest harness, and armbands, each of them adorned with steel spikes.

The bear picked Decro up by the handle on his steel collar, interrupting his meal.

“Ack!”

The snake left, but the bear brought Decro up the stairs to another room. The place was furnished like a changing room for kink wear. Everything was bathed in pink from the ceiling light. Kink clothes of all kinds hung from racks. There were leather harnesses, lycra underwear, latex suits, and more. Hoods, gas masks, gags, flogs, chastity devices, and more were hung up on hooks mounted on the wall.

The bear put Decro down on the leather-padded table in the middle of the room. As the wolf breathed heavily, catching his breath. Then he selected various items with little hesitation: a muzzle, chest harness, latex trunks, and a buttplug.

He also picked up a clean cloth and drenched it with water from a water bottle. He wiped Decro’s face, focusing his attention on the fur around his eyes and lips. It took some effort to clean up the mess: the weeks of dried gravy had stuck to his skin and stained his fur. The fur around his eyes was also darkened by his tears. Once the stains were mostly faded, he put the muzzle over the wolf’s head.

“H-hey—mfft!” Decro tried to turn his head away, but the bear shoved the muzzle over his snout and secured it behind his head.

Decro tried to protest, but the muzzle was extremely tight, giving no leeway for his jaws to open. The bear strapped the harness snugly around the wolf’s chest and buckled it together. The leather straps and metal rings on it were hefty.

The bear picked up a bottle of lube from a shelf and poured it over the buttplug. Decro whimpered and clenched his rear as the bear rubbed the slick tip of the plug against his pucker.

Please, no!

Decro shook his head violently, but the bear forced the plug in anyway. The tapered tip spread the wolf’s tunnel open, allowing the toy to slide into him. As the widest point entered him, the clenched muscles sucked the rest of the plug inside, stopping only at the flared base. The bear wriggled the base of the plug.

“Not big enough.”

The bear picked up a device that looked like a walkie talkie with a tube at the end. He connected the tube to the base of the plug and pressed on the device’s button. There was a whirring sound as the plug was inflated inside Decro. Its silicone body expanded, pressing against the wolf’s inner muscles until he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. Then it stopped growing as the bear disconnected the inflating device. He tugged on the plug again, making sure it was lodged firmly within the wolf.

He picked up a vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it against the buttplug. Decro felt a wave of pleasure surge through his body, accompanied by a flood of shame. The bear massaged the vibrator, nudging the plug against the wolf’s rear. His other hand groped Decro’s crotch, stroking and fondling his sheath and balls. The wolf tried to resist, but to no avail. Slowly but surely, his dick emerged from his sheath until it was fully erect.

The bear picked up the last item: the latex trunks. He lifted Decro’s hips and slid the wolf’s stumps into the underwear, stretching the tight rubber over his crotch. The bear reached into the front of the trunks, directing the erect cock through a hole in the front of the latex. Once the shaft and knot were through the hole, the bear let go. The elastic latex squeezed the base of Decro’s dick, forming a makeshift cock ring that kept him erect. The rest of his sheath and balls were pressed against his body, forming a round bulge. While the wolf hung his head in shame, the bear browsed the shelf of perfume bottles.

“A woody-spice scent for you…”

The bear picked up a clear perfume bottle with a yellow liquid inside, spraying it all over the wolf to mask his dingy scent. Then he picked Decro up by the collar again, bringing him through a corridor and up another flight of stairs. As they entered the public area of the sex club, Decro could hear club music, accompanied by the smell of sweat, smoke, and strong perfume.

The bear pushed a door open and entered a large hall with pulsing lights and throbbing music. Couches and tables were arranged in clusters. Guests were served drinks by waiters in tuxedos, while slaves in skimpy gear served them by worshipping their bodies, performing fellatio, or riding on their cocks. Various circular stages were set up throughout the room as slaves performed seductive dances on them.

The bear approached the service counter where the snake was standing.

“Who’s this for?”

“Mr Xoh.” The snake pointed off to the side. “Panther, sitting alone.”

“Got it.”

The bear brought Decro over to a panther who was dressed in a mesh shirt and leather pants. He was watching a dancing slave with a bored look on his face.

“Mr Xoh.”

The panther raised a brow. “What’s with it?”

“New concept by the boss. Makes manhandling them easier.”

“At first glance, I thought your ‘talent acquisition’ crew got desperate and picked it off the streets.”

“I can see if we have other products available, if you’re not keen on this one.”

“No, no. I think this is fine. He knows how to suck cock yet?”

“Only a little,” the bear lied. “But you can break him in if you like.”

“Sounds good.”

“Give me a moment to prepare him.”

The bear set Decro down on the couch next to the panther before walking away. The panther scritched the wolf’s chin, but the wolf turned away.

“No?” The panther smirked. “I guess I’ll have to be rougher with you.”

The bear returned with an oddly shaped gag. He removed Decro’s muzzle and shoved the gag into his mouth. The gag comprised a thick silicone tube with a ribbed interior. Two straps hung out on either side, which the bear secured around the wolf’s head.

“Alright, you can have him. Is there anything else?”

“That’s it for now.”

“Let me know if you need anything.” The bear left.

The panther unzipped his pants and tugged his underwear down. His feline dick was already hard as it stood erect. He chuckled.

“Seems like people are curious.”

A crowd had gathered around them, talking amongst themselves and pointing at Decro. The panther seemed unfazed by the crowd.

“Let’s give them a good show, shall we?”

He pulled the wolf closer.

“Oh, huh? You’re lighter than expected.”

He lifted Decro and set his front two stumps on his body. The wolf stared down at the erect cock beneath him.

“Go on.”

Decro shook his head.

“That was not a request.”

The panther forced the wolf’s head down. His cock entered Decro’s gagged maw, filling out his throat. The wolf choked. Struggling with his two stumps, he fought back against the panther’s grip. After a few seconds, the panther let him go, allowing the wolf to frantically get up.

“If you can suck me yourself, I won’t have to force you like I just did. You understand?”

Decro stood there silently with his head facing down. Drool dripped out of the gag, lubricating the dick in front of him.

“I guess not.”

The panther grabbed Decro’s head again. This time, he bobbed the wolf’s head up and down over his barbed shaft, forcing the struggling canine to perform a reluctant fellatio. Each thrust shoved the tip of the feline’s phallus brutally against the back of his throat. Decro gagged violently, biting into the silicone gag as he choked and gasped. The masculine scent of the feline filled his nostrils. The taste of precum coated his tongue.

“Mfft!”

The panther finally let go.

“Are you going to obey now?”

The wolf nodded reluctantly.

“Good. Now, go on.”

Decro whimpered. Then he lowered his head and took the dick in his maw. He hated the taste. Hated the smell. But he had no choice. His poor throat couldn’t take any more abuse.

“More tongue.”

The wolf complied, licking the shaft with all the enthusiasm he could feign. He moved his head up and down, careful not to trigger his gag reflex. He could feel the panther clench and relax his penile muscles in his maw. Decro reluctantly continued sliding the cock in and out of his maw, now lubricated by his oral fluid. His utter disgust showed on his face. But despite his suffering, the panther looked bored.

“Fuck it.”

The panther put his hands around Decro’s waist and lifted him up. The wolf felt a lurching in his chest as the panther dangled him upside down, keeping his gagged maw still wrapped around the feline’s cock.

“Hfft?!” The wolf squirmed, flailing his limb stumps helplessly.

The panther clenched his jaws as he strained to hold the wolf’s weight. He lowered the wolf slightly, forcing the wolf deeper onto his cock. Decro let out a muffled yelp of pain as his snout had to hold up the weight of his body. The panther held his body, preventing him from falling over.

Decro shook his head and twisted his body in protest, trying to tell the panther to let him down. He looked at the feline with pleading eyes, but his abuser only grinned. The panther rocked his hips; slowly at first, working his way up into energetic thrusts. Even though he was only going up and down a few inches, Decro felt like he was bungee jumping with each plunge. His nose felt like it was being punched each time he landed, and his throat was getting sore from the relentless pounding. He clenched his jaws in pain, pressing the silicone tube tightly on the feline’s shaft.

“Yeah, that’s the way,” the panther huffed.

The panther’s moans and the wolf’s whimpers mixed with the loud music in the club. The flashing lights did not help with his throbbing headache. He clenched his jaws harder, digging his teeth into the silicone gag.

Just let it be over.

There was a yell of pain and the panther flung Decro away. The wolf crashed onto the carpeted ground, skidding across it until his head hit the corner of the metal table leg. His vision flashed white. The crowd around him was talking louder now.

“What’s going on?” He heard the snake’s voice.

“It fucking bit me!”

As Decro’s vision cleared, he could see that the panther was bleeding from a small cut on his dick. But the wolf barely had any time to recover as the snake picked him up by the collar and dragged him away from the crowd.

“Useless toys don’t fucking deserve to live!” the panther yelled as the snake took him out of the club and the door closed behind them.

The snake brought him up the flight of stairs and into the workshop. This time, the snake put Decro in a chair that was against a wall. He pulled up a leather strap attached to the chair, bringing it across the wolf’s chest and buckling it in place. Decro squirmed, but the strap kept him restrained. More leather straps were secured across his lower torso, neck, upper limbs, and thighs. The straps meant for his forearms and shins were untouched.

The serpent undid the buckles on the gag and extracted it from the wolf’s mouth. Narrow incisions in the silicone marked where his teeth had dug into it, with a giant tear showing where his teeth had broken through the tough material. Into the bin it went. The snake grabbed a metal contraption from a nearby shelf. It looked like a cage with multiple clamps mounted on its bars. He put the contraption over Decro, positioning its metal plate behind the wolf’s head. With the help of some clamps, he secured the contraption to the chair.

Decro could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Even though he didn’t mean to, he had fucked up. Now, he had to face the consequences.

The snake twisted a handle on the top of the contraption, lowering a small metal plate with a rubber underside. The rubber surface pressed against Decro’s forehead as the serpent tightened it further, holding his head in place like a vice. Two more handles were turned, forcing similar plates against the wolf’s temples.

“P-please, I won’t do it again.”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of it.”

There were six clamps on the front of the contraption, each one about an inch wide. The snake forced Decro’s jaws open and positioned the front two clamps on his upper and lower incisors. He then screwed them in place tightly. The other four clamps were similarly secured on the teeth on his upper and lower jaws, with two each on the left and right side.

The snake turned the large handle on the top of the contraption and the clamps in Decro’s mouth moved, prying his mouth open.

“Hfgght!”

Decro’s mouth was opened so wide, his cheek muscles felt like they were on the verge of tearing. He trembled, but the clamps kept him in place. The snake let go of the handle and went back to the shelves. He returned with a pair of heavy metal pliers.

The wolf eyed him wearily. Then his expression turned into one of terror as the serpent positioned the pliers over one of his upper teeth.

The snake was going to remove his teeth!

“Nfnfnf!” He struggled hard, but the clamps did their job too well.

The snake squeezed the pliers. Decro felt a pressure on his tooth.

Crack!

There was a burst of pain as the pliers crushed the tooth into shards. Blood streamed out of the wolf’s open jaws, as tears streamed down his face. But the snake was not done yet. The pliers moved on to the tooth beside the broken one.

Crack!

---

The sound of talking woke Decro up. He was in a concrete cell again. All his teeth were gone, leaving a hollow feeling in his gums.

“Don’t worry, Mr Xoh. We have ensured that what happened won’t happen again.”

The panther appeared, accompanied by the dragon—the club manager. The feline peered down at the wolf with a malicious glare. On instinct, Decro sneered and tried to bare his teeth, only to reveal his missing teeth. The panther noticed and sneered with a mix of disgust and amusement.

“Good.”

---

The club pulsed with life and sex. Decro couldn’t see anything through the thick leather hood over his head, but he could hear and smell it. Beneath the hood was a dildo gag, keeping his jaws open and preventing him from speaking. He was on all fours on a leather bench. Behind him was a husky that had rented him.

Cold lube, warm cock. The sensations were all too familiar, all too nauseating. The husky was handling him roughly, pulling the wolf closer to his crotch. At least the hood helped Decro to block out the world around him.

His mind drifted. He was back in his office at Gleipnir, typing away at his keyboard. Statistics and graphs flashed on the monitors around him. He was in the comfort of his code, his formulas, his algorithms, his numbers.

“Decro. The experiment results are back. Your updated model accurately predicts Goo behaviour on the biological level.”

The wolf stopped typing. “That’s good.”

“The full report is lengthy, but I can summarise it for you if you’d like.”

“It’s okay, you can read it all out.”

“Very well. Initial observations reveal that Bioflux, when combined with Goo at a 3-to-1 ratio, would impede the unregulated takeover of the organic host’s body. The result is a gradual conversion that can be controlled. Experiment 1: subject was restrained lying down and exposed to 2 litres of the Bioflux-Goo solution poured on his chest. The solution was unreactive…”

Decro smiled. Hearing Omni’s voice again felt strangely soothing. It felt like he was home.

“...the solution had crept up the subject’s arm…”

“Fuck!” That was the husky’s voice. A voice that didn’t belong in Decro’s safe space.

“...staining the fur black…”

“Is there a problem, sir?” There was another voice intruding his safe space. One of the sex club staff.

The wolf’s daydream faded into his unpleasant reality of throbbing music and sexual depravity. He could feel the leather bench on his limb stumps, while the husky thrusted into his rear hole half-heartedly.

“This toy’s new, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Is it not obeying? I can replace it for you if you’d like.”

“Mfft!” The wolf let out a muffled protest as he shook his head.

If a client was unsatisfied with his performance, there would be consequences. Painful consequences. He clenched his pucker, trying to make a tight fit for the husky’s cock. He rocked his hips forward and back, grinding his rear against the husky with reluctant enthusiasm.

“No, it’s okay. I love breaking them in.”

Decro felt the husky’s dick clench within his tense tunnel.

“See? It’s learning already.”

“Anything else I can help you with, then?”

“No. Well, actually… got any fresh toys like this?”

“It’s our freshest for now.”

“In that case, I’ll take my time with this one.”

---

Decro was back in the workshop again. This time, he was bound chest-down on the mesh table, awaiting his next modification. Every few months, the dragon would have ideas for “improvements”. The last one involved screwing metal rings into his limbs, just above the amputated stumps. After giving him only a few days to heal, they chained the rings to posts in the lounge for customers to have their way with him.

A few weeks before that, they removed his vocal cords for “talking back” to a customer. Apparently begging for mercy when someone was choking you to death was not a privilege that sex toys had. Robbed of his speech, the only way he could ever communicate would be through babbling.

What were they going to do to him this time?

The wolf closed his eyes. He didn’t want to know. It would do him no good to know. He felt a numb apprehension: anxious for what they were going to do to him, but numb with the knowledge he was helpless to change it. A chloroform-soaked cloth was put over his nose. He breathed deeply.

Whir! Whir!

It was the sound of a drill. Something cold was pressed against his upper arm.

Whir!

A sharp pain pierced his arm as a screw burrowed through his flesh until it dug into his bone.

Whir! Whir! Whir!

Three more screws entered his arm. When Decro turned to look, a metal plate had been permanently fastened into his upper arm. It featured a D-shaped handle, allowing his future customers a convenient way to grip him.

Whir! Whir! Whir! Whir!

A second handle was mounted on his other arm with unfeeling efficiency. Two more handles were mounted on either side of his thighs: a perfect position for someone to pull him back and forth as they pounded his ass.

He felt a finger press on his back, probing the muscles around his spine. The person found his ribs and counted down four of them. Then a metal plate was pressed against his upper back.

Whir!

A screw twisted into his flesh and rib, stopping only once it had penetrated the entire bone. Decro let out a yelp of pain just as the drill started again. This time, the wolf’s scream caused the plate to shift, and the second screw pierced flesh, but missed the rib.

“Fuck.”

The misaligned screw was pulled out of Decro’s flesh.

“Keep still, or your back will look like bloody cheese when I’m done with you.”

Decro took a deep breath of the chloroform. Most of it had already evaporated, leaving only faint fumes that did little to numb the pain.

Whir!

Another screw went into his back, this time anchoring the metal to another rib.

Whir! Whir! Whir! Whir! Whir! Whir!

His rib structure now had 8 additions: 4 screws on either side of his spine. There was a burst of fiery agony. Decro screamed. The staff had lifted him up by the newly fastened handle on his back. Satisfied that it could hold the wolf’s weight, he set Decro back down on the table.

While the staff cleaned the bloody tools, Decro tried to ignore the burning pain in his body by losing himself in his daydream. He was back in Gleipnir, working on another intelligence module for Omni. But his fantasies were getting blurrier as time passed. It had been so long since he last did programming, he could no longer visualise the lines of code. The detailed numbers on the screen were cloudy figures. Even Omni’s voice was not as clear and crisp as it used to be. He was forgetting.

The workshop door opened and another latex-clad staff walked in.

“Is the toy ready? We have another customer wanting to rent it.”

“Just finished. The bone will need time to heal over the screws, so tell the customer to be careful with the handles.”

“Whatever.”

---

Decro found himself once again in the hands of another customer—a hyena this time. They were in a private room with a queen-sized bed and furniture that resembled cheap motel rooms. The purple lighting helped to make it feel less sketchy and more sensual.

How long has it been? Weeks? Months? Years? On some days, he’d find himself in a private room, pleasing the customer who had hired him. On other days, he’d be bound in the main lounge for guests to have their way with him, the public fucktoy.

“Lick me.”

The hyena leaned against the headboard and lifted his armpit, expecting the wolf to serve. Despite being forced to serve person after person, Decro still struggled to quell the revulsion within him whenever he had to. He moved unsteadily across the couch, trying to get on his hind stumps so he could reach the hyena’s pits. The lack of a tail was making it hard for him to keep his balance as he stumbled about on his stumps. The previous customer had complained about his tail blocking his rear fuckhole, so the club had it chopped off.

He nuzzled against the hyena’s armpit, stroking it with the side of his muzzle. The stench was bad: it smelled of musky sweat and unwashed clothes. Judging by the running shoes and dirty socks, the hyena had just come from a run.

“Lick!”

Decro knew he couldn’t disobey, not when the club staff had threatened him with physical harm and body modifications. He knew the staff would make good on their threats too; the bruises and scars on his body were a testament of that. The wolf begrudgingly stuck out his tongue and moved forward.

His instincts screamed for him to stop, but he had to force himself. The swampy stench filled his nostrils, and Decro could not get the imagery of raw sewage out of his mind. The hyena gave up waiting and pressed the wolf’s head against his armpit.

Ack!

Decro choked as the putrid taste of sweaty miasma filled his mouth. His throat seized up and his guts clenched as his body’s natural response kicked in to expel the poison. The wolf collapsed to the ground, violently choking and gagging.

“How dare you!”

The hyena kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off. Decro could tell the socks used to be white, but the patches of dark grey showed it had not been washed in ages. The hyena balled up a sock and shoved it into Decro’s maw. He then slid the other sock over the wolf’s muzzle, preventing the wolf from expelling the dirty gag.

Decro’s gut-wrenching screaming and choking were loud enough to attract a knock on the door. The hyena got off the bed and went to open it. A rhino stood outside in the usual staff kink gear.

“Is everything okay?”

The choking wolf squirmed on the bed, trying to use his arm stumps to take the sock off his muzzle.

“You rented me a bloody waste of space! Fucker can’t even do body worship right!”

“Ah shit,” the staff member sighed. “Let me get you a more experienced toy.”

“You see to it.”

Decro managed to take off the first sock and spit out the second one. There were tears in his eyes from the immense agony his body was feeling. For just a moment, there was relief. Then there was a tension in his chest as the rhino picked him up by the handle on his back.

The rhino carried him to the back of the club and to the wretched workshop area. He knocked on a rusty door with “Break Room” scrawled in marker across the front.

“What do you want?” yelled a voice from inside.

“Toy acting up again,” the rhino yelled back.

“Is it the bitchwolf?”

The door opened, and a cheetah came out wearing the green coveralls. He looked at the wolf hanging from the rhino’s arm.

“Oh, it is the bitchwolf. What did it do this time?”

“Not sure. Customer said it couldn’t even do body worship.”

The rhino let go of the handle, dropping Decro to the ground with a heavy thud.

“Fix it. We’ve gotten enough complaints from customers.”

He turned to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting the customer a replacement.”

The cheetah looked at the wolf on the ground and scoffed. He turned into the room where the dragon was reclining on the couch, watching television.

“Boss.”

“Yeah?”

“Trouble from wolfbitch.”

The dragon scowled. “Again?”

He got off the couch and came to the door.

“Did you think I was kidding when I said I’d cut off your cock if you don’t behave?”

The wolf shook his head pleadingly.

“You’ve had your chance.” The dragon turned to the cheetah. “Hang it up on the spreadeagle frame. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Sure, boss.”

The cheetah picked Decro up by his back handle and brought him to the workshop. He set the wolf down on the floor. Then he pushed the table to the side, giving him space to pull out a metal frame. It was the height of a doorway, but wide enough for a person to walk through with their arms spread open. Rings were mounted on the top and sides of the frame at various intervals. The cheetah attached four chains to the frame: one on each corner of the frame.

He picked Decro up by the collar and held him in the middle of the frame. The wolf gasped for air. The cheetah took the chain on the top left and clipped it to the ring on Decro’s left arm stump. He switched the hand holding the collar before clipping the other chain to the right arm, too.

The cheetah let go of Decro’s collar, leaving the wolf to hang by the two chains. Decro felt a piercing pain as the bones in his upper arms were forced to take the full weight of his body on the attached screws. The bottom two chains were attached to his lower limb stumps, stopping his body from swinging as he struggled.

The door opened, and the dragon entered. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

The dragon looked the bound wolf up and down. A grin appeared on his face as he saw the canine’s agonised expression.

“Let’s fix you up.”

He picked up a dildo from the racks on the wall and handed it to the cheetah.

“Get him erect.”

Decro couldn’t see what the cheetah was doing behind him, but he could hear the telltale sound of a buzzing vibrator. The dildo was forcefully thrust against his pucker as the cheetah wriggled it in. The countless guests to the club had loosened his ass so much, the enormous dildo could slide in even without lubrication. Decro squirmed as the vibrating dildo found his prostate.

“Nfft!”

The cheetah moved the dildo back and forth, massaging the wolf’s inner tunnel. Decro clenched and squirmed, trying not to give in to the pleasure. But the cheetah was brutally efficient at stirring his arousal; every twist and turn of the dildo pressed firmly against the wolf’s sensitive muscles. Slowly but surely, Decro lost the uphill battle to rein his erection in.

The dragon grabbed the canine’s dick and gave it a few firm strokes. Decro squirmed, but the dildo in his rear held him steady.

“You want chloroform for the next part?”

Decro nodded.

“Get the special chloroform,” the dragon smirked.

The cheetah left the vibrating dildo in Decro’s rear while he did something behind the wolf. A cloth was placed over the wolf’s nose and he inhaled. Strong masculine musk filled his nostrils, and he choked.

The dragon and cheetah laughed. With his pants still on the ground, the cheetah used a rubber band to keep his underwear draped over the wolf’s nose.

“This is a punishment, so you’ll get to feel everything.”

“Aaaanhff! Uhhmmf!”

Without his voice, it was all he could do to plead for mercy. He squirmed and struggled, but his efforts only shifted the vibrating dildo within him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”

The dragon picked up a sharp knife. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of the wolf’s cock and balls.

“Aaugghh! Eaauuff!” Decro shook his head violently.

With a swift slice, the blade cut cleanly through the base of the wolf’s dick. Decro yelped in pain and shock. The gaping wound at his crotch spread fire through his entire body. Warm crimson streamed down his perineum and his leg stumps. The sounds he was making were intelligible, yet communicated agony and terror in perfect clarity.

Blood spilled on the floor, pooling around the detached dick. As the wolf struggled, the dildo slipped out of him and splashed in the blood. The dragon kicked the two dicks—one silicone and one flesh—to the side and crouched in front of the wound. Decro felt the dragon prodding his wound, searching for something. Two fingers pushed on his bloody flesh, spreading it apart. Something was pushed into him, creating a pinching feeling in his crotch.

Decro looked down and blinked away his tears. The dragon had inserted a clear rubber tube into the remains of his severed urethral tube, and was fixing it in place with surgical glue.

“Sew it up,” the dragon said and turned to the cheetah. “Once you’re done jacking off.”

“Hehh.”

The dragon washed his bloody hands in the rusty sink. With a dirty rag, the cheetah wiped the precum off his hands. He got a hook-shaped needle and readied it with a suture thread. With his other hand, he pulled the skin on either side of the wound together. He plunged the curved needle into the flesh and started sewing it up.

Each stab of the needle stung, but the worst of the pain was over. All that was left was the humiliating aftertaste. Decro could feel the cheetah pull the stitches tight and knot the end. The feline doused the wound with a bottle of alcohol, then used a rag to clean off the blood. The wolf looked down at the result: an inch of rubber tube stuck out of his flat crotch.

“Like your new piss hole?” The dragon chuckled.

He had prepared a syringe with a needle on its end. He stuck the needle into the rubber cap of a tiny vial and extracted a dose of light blue liquid.

“That’s new,” the cheetah said.

“Lustisol. Just bought it off the Black Bazaar.”

“What’s it do?”

“Watch.”

The dragon poked the needle into Decro’s thigh and injected the cold liquid into the wolf. His thigh felt like it had been plunged into icy cold water. That freezing cold sensation spread up his leg, his torso, and the rest of his limbs. By the time it reached his head, the chill had subsided. Instead, a dizzying warmth filled his body and a buzzing filled his mind.

Decro felt an urge rise inside of him. He was craving something, but his mind was too clouded to put his finger on it. His half-lidded eyes darted around the room, looking for something to satiate the desire.

The dragon stuck out two fingers in front of Decro’s snout. Barely registering what was going on, the wolf stuck out his tongue and licked the fingers. Each lick was more eager than the last until Decro’s tongue was circling and stroking the fingers as if they were a delicious treat. He leaned forward, wanting more.

The fingers were thrust into his maw, and the wolf’s instincts took over. He closed his lips around the fingers and sucked, running his tongue all over them with zeal. His head bobbed forward and back, stroking his pursed lips up and down the fingers.

He felt something press against the crack of his rump, and he clenched his pucker on instinct. But the object prodded his tailhole again, and he relaxed his muscles, allowing the intruder to enter. His mouth let out a guttural gasp. The cheetah had inserted the dildo into his rear, thrusting it in and out. There was a flick of a switch and the toy began vibrating inside his tunnel. The wolf rocked his hips, grinding against the silicone dildo. He tensed and relaxed his rear passage, massaging the phallus inside him.

The dragon thrust the fingers deeper into the wolf’s mouth. Decro’s gag reflex kicked in and he choked. But despite his wheezing, he kept his lips pressed tight against the fingers.

“Good toy.”

A part of Decro knew that he should be fighting the arousal, but that part was buried deep within him, out of reach of his consciousness. All he could focus on were the fingers in his mouth and the dildo in his rear. It wasn’t even pleasure that was driving him: only a deep, desperate need to suck, serve, and satisfy. But no matter how much he squeezed and slurped, there was no quenching of the unfaltering thirst.

The fingers were pulled out of his mouth, and the dildo was slid out of his tailhole. They left two voids within him, voids that needed to be filled. The craving… he needed to feed the craving. His hips thrust against thin air, finding nothing to grind against.

“He’s still going.”

“Yeah, that shit is potent.”

Words were spoken, but none of it registered in the wolf’s mind. He could only think, feel, and comprehend things that could fill his need.

“How long does it last?”

“At the dose I gave it? Maybe eight to twelve hours.”

“So we just inject it with the serum every day?”

“Yeah. But after around two months of dosing, its body should produce the new hormones on its own.”

Decro didn’t understand anything. His hips thrust into the air, and his mouth sucked on an imaginary cock. He could feel someone pick him up by the back and carry him somewhere. Just for a moment, there was a glimpse of lucidity. He realised he had to fight the arousal and stop himself. But the thought swiftly left as it arrived, and he was left humping the concrete floor of his cell.

---

The club throbbed with the never-ending heartbeat of lust and debauchery. A lizard dressed in a latex tuxedo made his way through the crowd, carrying the amputated wolf by the handle on his back.

“Excuse me. Excuse me, sir, coming through.”

Slaves were on various platforms through the stage. Some were doing pole dances and strip teases, others were bound and dominated by others. The lizard brought Decro to an unused platform and set him down unceremoniously. The platform was empty except for a steel pole mounted in its middle. Rings were welded at various points on the pole, allowing restraints to be anchored to it.

Between the wolf’s legs was a sizable cock. The club staff had the twisted idea of mounting a dildo on his crotch so it looked like he had a hard-on all the time. It even connected to his piss tube, forcing him to pee out of it whenever the staff let him relieve himself.

A crowd gathered around him with eager anticipation. The lizard stepped back and took out a tablet. With a few taps on the screen, the LED sign above the platform lit up with the words “Free use tonight”.

A stag seized the opportunity and climbed onto the platform. He was dressed in motocross gear made from latex. Strips of neon blue light on the armour plates highlighted the curves of the suit. His boots were fully latex too, gleaming beneath the club lights. He lifted Decro up by his collar, choking the wolf.

“Looks like I’m first,” he chuckled before turning to a staff member. “Get me a DRGN-X and some lube.”

He grinned at Decro. “Extra-large for you.”

The wolf managed a feeble gasp. The stag shoved a gloved finger into the wolf’s tailhole, feeling it slip in with ease. He thrust in and out, slowly teasing the hole open with more and more fingers.

“Ackk!” the wolf choked as his vision spun.

Despite being on the verge of suffocation, his libido consumed him. He clenched his rear tunnel, squeezing the stag’s fingers and feeling the ridges of his glove. The wolf thrust his hips forward, humping the air with his silicone dick.

“Good toy.”

The stag set him down on the stage as the staff member returned with a dildo and lubricant. The toy was huge. It was slightly longer than Decro’s arm stump, and just as girthy. Its shaft was textured with draconic ridges, ending at a tapered tip. The stag stuck the dildo onto the stage with its suction-cup base. He opened the bottle of lube and poured half of its contents over the dildo, massaging its length as he spread the liquid over its surface.

“Are you ready?”

Decro barely registered the question as the stag lifted him up and lowered him onto the dildo. The wolf gasped as the cold tip entered him.

“Awwrrf!” he groaned.

Years of tailhole abuse had left him as loose as a worn-out elastic band, allowing the stag to practically drop him down the top part of the dildo. But the dildo’s immense size was too much, even for him.

“Haarrrg!”

He screamed as his fall was stopped by the girth of his dildo. His anal ring was burning from the forceful thrust. He clenched his tunnel, trying in vain to ease the tension.

“You’re only halfway there, toy.”

Decro shook his head in protest. The stag pulled the wolf’s collar down, forcing him lower onto the dildo.

“Gggghh… ghnn…” the wolf gurgled with tears in his eyes.

He tensed and loosened his rear muscles, trying to ease himself down the girthy shaft. With each squeeze, the ridges of the dildo massaged his insides. His lustisol-induced libido sent a wave of pleasure through his body as he clenched and relaxed. Slowly but surely, gravity helped him with his challenging descent.

“You’re almost there.”

Decro flailed his limbs as he struggled. The stag squeezed the bottle of lube, squirting a few jets of the cold liquid at Decro’s sore tailhole. The wolf tensed his ab muscles, feeling the silicone shaft move inside him.

Fuck…

It was a twisted mix of agony and bliss. It felt like his insides had been rearranged with a blender, soothed only by the overwhelming horniness that was distorting his senses. Finally, his rump hit the floor as the dildo was fully hilted within him. Decro tried to move, but the dildo acted like an anal prison, holding him in place. The metal handles on his legs scraped against the floor as he struggled. Satisfied, the stag lifted Decro’s arms and chained their ends to the pole.

“You like this, don’t you?”

The wolf’s expression was glazed over. He shifted his hips and tensed his rear, milking pleasure from the girthy shaft inside him. The dildo filled him up, but there was a deeper void that needed to be satisfied. Something was missing…

His eyes noticed a gloved finger in front of him.

Maybe this will satisfy him.

He stuck out his tongue gingerly, reaching for the finger. As he leaned forward, the chains pulled taut with a clink, holding him back. Thankfully, the finger came towards him instead, allowing him to give it a tender lick. The texture of the glove was rough but not unpleasant. It tasted of leather conditioner and latex shine. Ingesting the chemicals was probably not great for his health, but all he could think about was his sexual hunger.

The finger approached his face, pushing into his maw. Decro was helpless to do anything else but to lick and savour the finger as it thrust in and out of his mouth. His saliva coated the glove, making it smoother and softer to his tongue.

The wolf’s reverie was cut short as the finger was pulled away. His mouth hung open, and his tongue searched the air for something to devote itself to. The stag’s crotch came into view, still clad in the latex-biker suit.

“Now let’s see how you take cock.”

The stag unzipped the crotch zip of his suit, revealing his erect member. As he stepped closer, there was the overpowering scent of musk and rubber; the stag’s dick must’ve been trapped in that latex bulge for hours.

Decro leaned forward and took the dick in his mouth. His tongue was eager and agile, exploring every inch of the cervine cock. His body relaxed as he indulged in his odious cravings.

“O-oh… fuck, yeah…”

The stag took a step forward, sliding his entire length into the wolf’s maw. The dick reached the back of Decro’s throat, and the wolf stifled a choke. Rubber grinded against his snout as the stag rocked his hips gently.

Clang!

Decro’s vision flashed white and a sharp burst of pain cut through his skull. The stag had thrust his hips forcefully against the wolf’s face, throwing his head against the pole. Tears welled up in Decro’s eyes, but he continued to serve the cock in his mouth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The stag rocked rhythmically into Decro’s maw, ignoring the wolf’s pain in favour of his pleasure. Bone hit steel with each thrust, as if locked in a competition to see which would yield first. Decro pulled his arms back, trying to cushion each hit with his biceps. It helped, but the impact still hurt.

The crowd around them were enjoying the exhibition. Some were cheering the stag on, while others had their pants down and were jacking off to the show. All of them were either oblivious to Decro’s suffering, or they relished it.

With each thrust of the stag’s hips, the wolf’s body was pushed back, only to be held in place by the silicone dildo. Decro struggled to process the overwhelming agony: the painful stretching of his insides, the soreness of his tailhole, and the stabbing pain on the back of his skull. Counteracting that was the sexual pleasure that came out of sucking the cock in his mouth and the fullness in his stuffed tunnel. Anything beyond that was too much for his mind to handle.

“Auffh… fuuuuckkk…”

The stag huffed as he climaxed. The wolf swallowed every drop of the white seed that spewed in his mouth. Once he was done, he licked the throbbing shaft for residual spunk that he missed.

“Yeah, lick it all up.”

The stag had stopped thrusting, easing the splitting pain in Decro’s skull. The wolf continued to lick in earnest until the dick was pulled out of his maw. He looked up in confusion mixed with disappointment. The hunger came back; he craved for something to fellate. But the stag was done with the wolf fucktoy as he tucked his cock back into the latex bulge of his suit and zipped it close.

As he stepped off the stage, another guest got on the stage. The new guest was already primed and ready with his erect cock hanging between his legs.

“Get ready, bitch.”

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Decro typed away on the keyboard. He was so close to finishing the current project. He couldn't remember what the project was about, but he knew he needed to keep coding. His fingers flew over the keyboard and blurry lines filled the screen. He was making good progress, but his focus was wavering.

The wolf reached a hand down to his crotch and stroked the bulge in his pants, keeping the other hand still typing. His libido was distracting him from his work, but he couldn’t help it. He just needed a moment to get off. He rubbed his crotch and thrusted his hips against his palm, but it wasn’t enough.

“Decro, are you okay?” a robotic voice said.

He was so fixated on satisfying his libido that he didn’t respond.

“Decro?”

Decro. Was that his name? It had been so long since he had heard someone call his name.

“Huh?”

“You’re… touching yourself.”

“Can’t… help… it. Just need…”

The wolf slid his hand down his pants. He stroked his dick through the lycra material of his trunks, trying to achieve sweet release. But the cock felt wrong: it was bigger than he remembered, and no matter how hard he kneaded, he couldn’t feel a thing. He stopped trying to type and hastily took his pants off.

“Decro? What are you doing?”

His cock stood at attention: a red rocket with a sizable knot at its base. Decro renewed his efforts to stroke it.

“Gah!”

He couldn’t feel anything on his cock. But he couldn’t just give up. He needed to try something. Anything. Both hands stroked up and down his girthy shaft, massaging and milking it with unbridled enthusiasm.

“Decro.”

The wolf ignored the calls.

“Decro!”

The only important thing now was to get release.

“Wake up!”

The wolf scrambled awake. His office in Gleipnir was gone, leaving only the cold concrete cell that was his home. His skin still stung from the fresh cuts all over his body; today’s customer went wild with a penknife.

Over the years, people had slashed his skin with knives. Some cut him to see him suffer, others carved their names into him. The cuts would heal up after a few days or weeks, leaving behind dark scars. More cuts would be made, criss-crossing the scarred tissue to create fresh wounds.

As Decro got up on all fours, the silicone cock bounced against his inner thighs. The worst part about the fake erection was that he was horny. They had stopped giving him the serum injections a year or two ago, but his body still betrayed him. Now every waking moment was a struggle to function without craving a cock to suck or ride.

A surge of emotions rose within him. Was it sadness? Humiliation? Was it a deep sense of defeat? Or maybe a profound feeling of being robbed of his identity, past, and future? Hot tears streamed out of his eyes and wet the concrete floor. Fighting off the unwanted arousal, he paced around the room.

“Snrrrk!”

A snoring sound came from the corridor, interrupting Decro’s train of thoughts. The wolf listened closer.

“Snnnnnrrrr!” There was a long inhale, followed by a quieter exhale.

Was tonight the night?

Decro pushed against the door. Some of the nails in the metal had fallen off, allowing the rusty sheet to come off near the bottom. The wolf leaned his body weight against the sheet, bending the flimsy metal just enough for him to peer out into the corridor. Sure enough, the night guard was slouched in his chair, fast asleep.

It was now or never. The wolf pushed harder against the door, bending the metal until he could leave the cell. He stumbled into the corridor with the sound of clinking metal as the rings on his body shook. Decro silently cursed his body mods, but he would have to adapt. He shuffled his limb stumps forward, making tiny steps towards the stairs.

If not for the adrenaline keeping him moving, the wolf was certain he’d succumb to the limitless libido. The guard was sleeping on a chair in front of the stairs, so Decro would have to get past him. As he reached the guard, he lowered himself and crawled between the guard’s legs and under the chair.

“Snrrhh! Snnrrk!”

Decro froze.

“Hnng… I’ll be there… five minutes…” the guard mumbled, then returned to snoring.

The wolf let out a silent sigh of relief before moving forward. He crawled out from under the chair and up the stairs, doing his best to keep the clinking to a minimum. The silicone cock between his legs bumped against every step on the way up. His senses were on high alert for every movement and sound that he could detect.

He knew that the cells were in the lower basement, so he had to go up. As he reached the top of the stairs, he could hear the throbbing music of the club. This floor was where the public club and private sex rooms were. There would be more activity, so he had to be careful.

At the top of the stairs was another door. He nudged it open just a crack and peered through. A service staff was dressed in latex gear and a gas mask, pushing a trolley of sex toys and beer into the lounge. When the lounge doors closed behind him, Decro scrambled into the corridor.

There was no need to be quiet: the loud music masked his escape as he dashed towards the next flight of stairs. Running was painful: he was bashing his sawed-off bones against the ground with every frantic step. But he couldn’t bear the thought of staying here any longer. He needed to escape.

Up the stairs he went. He was on the ground floor now. The backdoor was to the left, just across the corridor. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, but he had to be brave. After making sure that nobody was coming through, he made a mad dash for the exit. The door swung open as he threw his weight into it. He tumbled down two steps and onto the dirt floor.

Cool air caressed his skin. The two moons of the planet shone down on him. Decro looked up in awe. Since he was brought to the club all those years ago, he had never left the building. He didn’t remember the outside being so calm, so serene.

“Hey!”

The brilliant glare of a flashlight shone in his face, interrupting his reverie. A guard had spotted him! Decro scrambled in the opposite direction, running as fast as his amputated stumps could take him. He knew he was as good as caught, but he had to try.

The guard was over him after a few strides. Decro was barely out the gate when the guard caught him by the handle on his back and lifted him up.

“Angnf!” the wolf pleaded.

Decro kicked and screamed and struggled as the guard brought him back into the building. He had been snatched from the arms of freedom into the chains of slavery. His hopes were dashed. The club wouldn’t just punish him heavily for his escape attempt, they would also make sure it never happened again.

The guard knocked on the office door.

“Boss. Bitchwolf tried escaping.”

“Bring it to the workshop.”

The guard brought Decro to the workshop. He opened the door, tossed the wolf in, and latched the door shut behind him. The wolf turned around and hit the door with his arm-stumps, but the door didn’t budge.

“Ahff! Haarrhhh!”

This was it for him. He had his chance, and now the dragon would make sure he never escaped again. What new body modification would they inflict on him? A chain around his neck? A collar that would shock him if he left the building? A tracking chip under his skin?

The door swung open, and the dragon entered. Behind him was the cheetah. The dragon picked Decro up and put him on the table.

“Hold his head still.”

The cheetah complied, holding the wolf’s head in a headlock.

“Mnff!” the wolf whimpered.

“Struggle, and I’ll squeeze harder.”

Decro held still.

The dragon returned with a screwdriver.

“Arrng?”

“Pull his eyelid up.”

With his free hand, the cheetah lifted the wolf’s left eyelid. Grim realisation hit Decro as he understood what the screwdriver was for.

“Uaarrhh!”

His violent screams were drowned out by the throbbing music from the floors below.

---

Decro tried to retreat to the safe space of his imaginary office, but all he could visualise was a dark, cloudy void. Gleipnir was a place from an era long past. Omni was an entity whose name and voice he could barely remember. His old life was another reality from a half-forgotten dream.

“Shit, that’s wicked.”

He could hear someone tapping on his enclosure. With his eyes gouged out, he had to rely on his memory to figure out where he was in the club. They had placed him in the display cases of the lobby, where customers could pick and choose toys to rent.

Decro stirred.

“Heck, I thought that was just a sex doll!” said the voice.

“It’s alive?” a second voice said.

Their tones were that of morbid fascination.

“Want to try the toy?” said a third voice.

The voice belonged to a staff member who had joined only a few months ago, so Decro never had the chance to see his face.

“Well, uh, sure?”

The door to his enclosure opened. The wolf was lifted out of his enclosure and put on a padded surface. There was the sound of two “zips” as his potential customers undid their pants. Almost immediately, a hard cock pressed against his rear. The wolf relaxed his pucker, allowing the dick to enter before he clenched his muscles and rocked his hips.

“O-ooh, fuck.”

The person in front of Decro had more trouble. The wolf felt a flaccid shaft land on his muzzle, so he opened his mouth to take it. He licked and sucked on the cock, but even with all his effort, it didn’t get hard. The person stepped back, and the dick slid out of Decro’s mouth.

“Fuck. Sorry man, I can’t.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s the eyes, man. Those are just… empty sockets.”

“Gimme a sec.”

The staff member left for a few minutes, then returned. Decro felt a curved metal plate press against his eye sockets like a visor.

Whir! Whir!

The wolf yelped as four screws dug into his temples, permanently affixing the metal plate to his face.

“There.”

“Y-yeah. Thanks.”

“You want it, then?”

“We’ll take it.”

The customers took Decro away to a private room, where they would hang him in the air by his limb stumps. They would fuck him from both ends, using his silicone dick as a handle as they thrust him back and forth on their cocks. The wolf would just take all of it, sucking the cocks and tightening his tailhole like the good toy he was.

---

The wolf swallowed another load of cum just as a staff member came over.

“Time’s up, unless you want to extend your time?”

“Was just done. Take him.”

The staff member took the wolf away. Instead of returning him to the display enclosures, he was brought to the ground floor, where the workshops were. A door opened, and the wolf was put down on a steel mesh table.

“What’s up?”

“Maintenance. Its fur is matted as fuck.”

There was a pause.

“This will take a while.”

“Take your time. I’m going back to the front counter.”

The door slammed shut.

The wolf stood still while the staff member dragged a brush through his coat. It got caught in a tangle of fur almost immediately.

“Fuck.” The staff member put the brush down on the table. “Kaba! Come over here and help.”

Footsteps approached.

“Yeah?”

“Help me brush its fur. The matting is real thick all over.”

“That’s not salvageable. Just shave it and do a latex coat.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ve done it before.”

Bzzzz!

A shaver was dug into the wolf’s fur coat until it touched his skin. It slid across his back, cutting the fur away. The tangle of fur was so dense, the fur coat could be peeled away in one thick piece.

“Eh, his fur is supposed to be white?”

“Apparently? I thought it was just grey.”

As his fur was shaved, the wolf felt a sense of relief as his skin could breathe again. There was a bump as the shaver hit the edge of the metal handle on his back. The staff turned the shaver, cutting around the metal. Slowly but surely, progress was made until finally, the wolf was shaved clean.

The wolf’s skin was dark and purple from being bruised by physically abusive customers. Knife scars covered his skin as if an artist had practised cross-hatching on his skin with a red pen. The metal handles on his back and limb-stumps were still there, although tarnished from years of use. Metal hooks were attached to the ends of his stumps, worn down by all the chains and restraints that were used on it. A steel plate sat over his eyes like a visor, smooth except for four screws that secured it to his skull.

“Go prepare the latex vat. I’ll do some cleanup.”

One staff member left the workshop, while the other stayed to polish the metal attachments on the wolf. The process was tedious: the metal had to be sanded down first. A polishing paste was added next, then a drill-mounted brush was used to polish the metal. The wolf was tired from standing, but he endured the strain. When the metal was finally polished, he was brought to another room.

“Is the vat ready?”

“Yup.”

There was the clanking of chains as the wolf’s back handle was hooked onto a dangling chain. The wolf swung from side to side as he hung limply from the chain. He could feel heat rise from below him. With a brush, the staff member covered the inside of his maw with glue before pushing a rubber tube into his mouth. The tube was soft, conforming to the shape of his maw as the glue held it in place. A second tube was coated in glue and inserted into the wolf’s loose tailhole, turning it into a rubber tunnel.

With a jerk, the chain descended, bringing the wolf down with it. A hot, viscous liquid touched the wolf’s legs. It wasn’t hot enough to burn his bare skin, but it was uncomfortable. The wolf whimpered softly. The liquid latex rose around him as he was lowered into the vat. It lapped against his thighs and upper arms, then his chest and abs. He lifted his head as it reached his shoulders, but the chain didn’t stop there. Before he could hold his breath, he was fully submerged in the thick liquid.

“Nffh!”

He struggled and choked, swallowing mouthfuls of rubber. After a few seconds, the chain lifted him out again. He spat out the liquid and gasped for air. Most of the latex dripped off him, but a layer of it clung to his skin. As he hung in the air, the liquid dried, forming a membrane on his skin.

The chain lowered him into the vat again. This time, the wolf held his breath as he was submerged in the vat of liquid again. After a few seconds, he was lifted out. This process was repeated, creating a thick layer of latex on the wolf. As it cured, the rubber tightened, constricting the wolf’s body beneath its shiny surface. The rubber conformed to the curves of his body, acting as his new skin.

Finally, the staff members took him off the hook and set him down. They used a penknife to trim the latex around the metal plates and hooks before bringing him back to the lobby.

The wolf was put into a display enclosure, completely unrecognisable from who he was merely three hours ago. He had been transformed from a mangy, matted wolf into a sleek, latex coated canine toy. His mouth and rear were smooth rubber tunnels for people to use and abuse. The handles mounted on his body looked new and shiny. Most importantly, he was obedient and ready to serve.

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~ End ~