The Crocodile
#2 of Tales of the Lower Levels
The blue uniformed ferret found himself pacing around the unconscious crocodile hanging in the center of the training room by his shackled wrists. The assignment started simply enough, dragging the limp reptile down the hallway by his ankles while thankful that at least his destination was nearby. The whole process took long enough for the croc to wake up once, only to be put down again by shock collar triggered by the startled ferret.
Eventually he made it to his destination, exhausted but no worse for wear. After tossing the croc's shackles over a low hook in the center of the room, he used a nearby winch to raise him up, toe claws just barely scraping the floor. Past that, well, that's when the pacing began, too unsure of how to proceed to actually get started.
The ferret hated these jobs, the ones that were open ended, requiring him to be creative. He wasn't a problem solver, he was just a worker, and a damn fine one at that. Just give him instructions and he'll follow them to the letter, no one better than him. That was his niche, his milieu, but no, it's never enough is it? You do a good job enough times and eventually you'll be the go to guy for everything, even things you have no business doing.
He let out a loud sigh, apparently loud enough to cause the crocodile to stir back to life, blinking himself awake. That was probably enough moping for now, time to get to work. Clasping his hands in front of himself, he gave a small introduction to his new guest.
"Good morning, Tyrel. My name is Sebastian, I'll be your trainer," he said with a slight bow. "Do you have any questions?"
He couldn't tell what the croc was shouting through his gag, but judging by the tone it wasn't terribly complimentary.
"Glad to hear it. Now, I'm not quite ready to get started. See, I'm trying to figure out what to do with you. Your work order left it more or less up to me, and hell, I'm just lousy at being creative. Add the fact you're a crocodile and that just makes it all unreasonably complex."
It almost looked like the croc smiled past his gag, giving a smug sniff at the air at the ferret's comment.
"That wasn't a compliment. I meant it more that between your jaws, tail, armored skin, and primitive brain, it's tough to find ways to make you useful. Like trying to program a hammer."
Mentioning the tail during an insult turned out to be a mistake, as the enraged croc tried to whip him. The massive green appendage barely missing Sebastian's head as he fell against the wall, almost knocking himself out in the process. As he got back to his feet, the croc was laughing with short hissing breaths.
"Big mistake, you little bitch," spat out the ferret, grabbing his remote. A blinding spark from the collar lit up the small dungeon, leaving him dangling limply from his shackles, a small plume of smoke drifting up from his neck. "Fucking shit assignments they keep pawning off on me," grumbled the ferret, adding a shackle to the thick tail, securing it to the floor.
Looking at the powerful tail hanging down, Sebastian grinned. There was an idea, make him into a cleaner. Add some mop fibers all the way down the tail of a bitchsuit and that swishy, muscular thing could be put to good use. It'd need to be inhibited so he couldn't whip anyone, but that should be perfect. A simple enough task that even a peanut brained monster could grasp.
Luckily, the dungeon's utility closet had everything he would need. First thing's first, time to get the basic gear on him. Sebastian sifted through a rack of latex bitchsuits, guessing at the right size he'd need. Finding one that should be a good fit, he pulled it from the rack along with a ring gag and a wide, solid black latex circle.
When Sebastian strolled back into the main room the croc still seemed to be out cold, breathing softy while dangling from his chains. The ring gag was the first to be added, swapped out for the ball gag, prying his powerful jaws open further and keeping them that way. The latex circle was placed at the tip of his snout and slowly pulled over his head all the way down to his collar and forming a tight seal. That was one of the niftier little toys the R&D folks developed, intelligent latex to create hoods for any species. A pair of nostril holes formed, as well as a hole fitted around his gag. A series of electronics running throughout could be used to command the now deaf and blind creature.
Now for the hard part... they never developed any easily applied solutions for the body suits, they had to be applied the old fashioned way. Grabbing one of the croc's scaly ankles, he bent it at the knee and started to force the leg sleeve on. Thankfully, the smooth scales seemed to make the process a little easier, though he was still having trouble pulling it up. For a moment the ferret was afraid he'd need to go get another one a size larger, but with a couple more tugs, he managed to slip it on completely. He took a moment to rest before repeating the process for the other leg.
The thickly padded crotch of the suit was now tightly sealed against his crotch, acting as the usual chastity to keep him sexually frustrated. His tailhole was still accessible through a conveniently placed hole in back. The croc stirred a bit at his touch, startling the ferret, though he quickly faded away again.
The next part would need to be done quickly, the croc wouldn't be out much longer. Sebastian lowered the hook to the ground, dropping him to his knees then freeing his arms. As fast as he possibly could, the ferret bent both arms and stuffed them into their sleeves. It took a bit of effort, but with a strong pull he managed to connect the zipper to the other side of the suit around his tail and pulled up until it reached the end at the bottom of his collar.
That being finished, he moved onto the most important part, the tail. Back in the closet Sebastian found another large latex ring, this one a fair amount thicker than before, and a bucket of sticky black adhesive. A large assortment of cleaning supplies were stored among the assorted toys and other what-nots along the walls, giving the ferret a number of options from which to choose. He chose a type of fluffy self-cleaning, self moisturizing mop, grabbing four of them and snapping the heads off. Now ready to continue he reentered the main room, surprised to see the croc snoring loudly through his new hood.
Wasting no time, Sebastian freed the tail from the last shackle and pulled the circle down over its tip, completely covering it with extra thick latex until reaching the main suit. The croc could still move his tail, but not fast or hard enough to hurt anyone. Grabbing the bucket of adhesive, he used the brush to apply some all along every loose seam left, around his neck, the base of his tail, the zipper on his back, permanently sealing him inside. To finish up, he put a glob of adhesive on the tip of each mop head before pressing it along the underside of his tail, fusing them in place.
Sebastian stroked his chin while pacing around the croc once again, this time far more cheerful than before.
"Not too shabby, I'd say..." he mumbled to himself before snapping his fingers and running back to the closet. Moments later he returned with a huge black buttplug, the true final addition to his gear. The ferret almost kicked himself for forgetting in the first place.
With a bit of effort, the ferret managed to roll him onto his back. He straddled the reptile's chest, placing the tip of the plug at his exposed hole and pressing it firmly in. The pressure under his tail finally woke the croc from his slumber, though at that point he was no longer in any position to fight back. Not for lack trying, however, as he flailed his bent limbs, accomplishing little more than squeaking from his shiny new latex suit. Sebastian ignored the struggling from below while pushing the plug deeper, narrowly avoiding a knee to the face as the wide base passed through the rim with a pop.
Climbing to his feet with an accomplished sigh, the ferret grabbed a nearby control box and tuned it to the hood's frequency. He spoke into the receiver, "Testing... testing... can you hear me?" It seemed the communicator was working properly as the croc stopped his flailing, instead looking around as if trying to find the source of the sound through the darkened void around him.
"Good, you can hear me. Alright, I don't want to spend any longer at this than I need to, so I'll be brief. You're no longer a person, you're a tool, specifically a cleaning device. Once we're done here you'll be sent to the slave market to be sold. Either you'll be bought by someone for private use, or just handed over for public use, which I'm guessing for you is the likelier option. As for training, your supervisor, whoever they may be, will give you commands to follow, where to go and all that. Do as you're told or, well..." He triggered a small shock using both the collar and the new plug. It wasn't enough to hurt him this time, just a little something to let him know what was at stake. The shock made him momentarily splay out on his back before dropping his limbs and panting slightly. "You'll have a docking station when not working that'll keep you fed and clean, and uh... what else..."
Tapping on the wall behind him, Sebastian tried to remember if you covered everything.
"Ah! Right, That open ring gag propping your jaws open might be used by passersby for some, you know, stress relief of some sort or another. Depending on who you land as a supervisor, well, you might get to find out what it's like to give a blowjob while getting repeatedly shocked, but hey, you'll figure it out, right? With that bright little peanut brain of yours?"
The sounds coming from the gag could best be described as attempts at snarling,coming out more as a choking gurgle.
"What was it that set you off? The insult or having to give electrified blowjobs?" The croc flailed his bent arms a bit, not giving a clear response, not that he could, really. Still, he wasn't one to let an opportunity for fun pass by. "Aw, you don't want to give blowjobs? Here, it's not that bad, I'll show you."
Sebastian pocketed the control box before rolling the croc over onto his belly. Licking his lips, he lowered the fly of his blue uniform's pants before fishing his soft cock out and dropping gently to his knees. As the croc tried to find some way to stand on his bent limbs, the ferret guided his member through the open gag.
The moment Sebastian's flesh touched his tongue, the croc began to flip out. There wasn't much he could do, trying to spit it back out, but all that accomplished was giving the ferret an impromptu tongue massage. In seconds he was fully hard, completely filling the ring and holding onto the crocs head to make sure it stayed that way. The ring was just big enough to keep him from getting stuck and turning into a cock ring, but just small enough so he could feel his pulse throbbing his shaft in the slimy, delightful mouth below.
He almost wished the croc's head wasn't covered, he'd love to see what his face looked like while tasting cock for the first time against his will. Having reached his full size, the ferret pulled out halfway, pushing back in only to find the croc trying to push him out completely. That muscular tongue was no match for the thrusting ferret, easily getting pushed aside as he forced himself back in.
Sebastian began bucking his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of the croc's mouth, battering his tired tongue repeatedly as he slowly increased his speed. A blissful hiss filtered through his teeth as he felt the wet, leathery mouth rubbing all along his hot shaft, occasionally feeling a slight gag reflex when he fully hilted himself against the long latex covered muzzle. All of his worries and annoyances from earlier fell away as he pounded the reptile's face, unable to remember the last time he felt so good. His climax was approaching fast, he realized, grabbing the back of the croc's head and forcing himself in hard.
Biting his lip, Sebastian clench tightly as he shot load after load of hot cum down the croc's throat. He made sure to pull out slightly before he finished, just to make sure at least one would hit his tongue, giving him a literal taste of his future. Slipping out of the tight gag, the ferret fell onto his back panting heavily, but smiling. A cough got his attention, seeing the croc trying to spit up his creamy gift. The control box was still in his pocket, he remembered, as he grabbed it to contact him again.
"Get used to it Tyrel, that's just the first time. Countless more will follow" A small puddle of cum and drool had formed on the ground below where the croc was hacking his lungs out. Sebastian grinned before speaking again. "Make sure you mop that up when you're done."
The ferret couldn't stop himself from laughing hysterically as he stood back up, stuffing his cock back into his pants. Giving a cursory glance around the room to make sure he hadn't missed anything, he quietly nodded and got ready to leave. He made a few notes, setting the croc's file to complete and taping the control box to his form.
Sebastian smiled as he walked out of the room leaving the croc in darkness, thinking that while he preferred more straightforward work, sometimes these open ended jobs weren't all bad.