Repercussions, Chapter 1
A sample story meant to be a Quality of Work example for future clients, though depending on its popularity I may add additional chapters in the future. For reference's sake, this chapter was written in a single evening.
This short follows the experience of a dragoness who has found herself the victim of a special new kind of law-enforcement technology: a weapon that covers its targets in a robotic gel, and then forces them to march to the nearest "correctional facility" to be processed as slave labor for their crimes.
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The quadrupedal reptile plodded her way forward along the concrete road: an unusual mode of transportation for a winged species. But then… she couldn't see where she was going; despite it being late in the afternoon her vision was black, blocked by the rubbery mechanical material completely coating her body from snout to tail tip. It seemed to a mind of its own, forcing her limbs to bend in a somewhat natural walking pattern, continuing her blind journey forwards.
Eventually, she came to a halt, and several minutes passed before she heard an outside voice. "Ah… what have we here…"
The voice belonged to a male human, his neatly-pressed worker variant of a low-ranking military officer's uniform in good condition, which she could see after the suit drew back from her eyes once he interfaced with it's controls via his data pad. He circled her once in examination, perusing through the readouts.
"Female… young adult… around 127 years old. Tried to raid a public grain stockpile and took a few rounds from a 'paintball gun' turret. Regular miscreant we have here, eh? Good condition save for a bit of mild dehydration from the hike… well, we'll get that fixed up shortly." He waved a hand forwards and turned towards the featureless concrete building they stood in front of. "Follow."
The liquid-mechanical coating responded immediately, forcing her to walk behind him.
"Let's see… your slave suit should be synced up with the local network right... about… now. Congratulations: you are now designated as unit Seven Six Two," he announced unceremoniously.
She followed him onto square patch of grip-formed aluminum flooring, the concrete around it marked with yellow hazard stripes, and then immediate froze. Seconds later the platform began to sink to the sound of hydraulics, the lift lowering them into the facility proper.
"Welcome to Feral Delinquent Rehabilitation Center site Twelve B, 762. As you've probably noticed... you don't get a trial, because if your weren't guilty you wouldn't be walking in our front door wearing paintball juice. Likewise, there will be no training; you're going to work on whatever tasks we give you wherever you know how or not, whether you want to or not. That's the beauty of autorepercussional technology."
The lift came to a stop and he stepped off of it, her suit moving her to keep pace. The facility was surprisingly open for being underground; the ceiling was high, and instead of rooms the various workstations were placed in chain-linked cages on a uniformed grid, forming warehouse style indoor streets that allowed her to see for what seemed like miles, at least in the direction her suit had her head currently pointed. The facility seem sparsely populated, empty except for the occasional slave-suited dragon walking from place to place, all at the same steady pace with the same unnaturally "proper" stride and stance: necks straight up, heads perfectly level, tails held off the floor and wings bundled up against either flank. It seemed almost devoid of other humans, giving the impression that there were perhaps only a handful of not-dragons despite the facility's size.
Her escort taped and swiped along his data pad as they walked, mumbling to himself. "Let's see… got to get your settled in, assigned a work detail… oh, still dehydrated. Well, might as well solve that problem and show you how things work around here. Six Oh Eight, come!"
The nearest passing feral froze in place for a moment, before silently turning towards them to approach.
"Turn around," the human said, and the dragon obeyed, before he raised his data pad slightly to speak into it. "Que resource allocation. Priority: Immediate. Listing: mood-setting fluid type C, three gallons. Sterile fluid-orifice adapters, two units. Fluid product collector, one unit."
Even though the strange solid-liquid coating she could see every muscle on the other dragon tense a little bit more with each word the officer spoke, until the suit legs were almost imperceptibly shaking. The human busied himself with his data pad, tapping away while he spoke.
"Now then… as you can see, we have finer control over each worker unit's suit with this interface than you can get with verbal commands alone. For demonstration purposes…"
Much to "762"s discomfort, she couldn't turn her head to look away when the other dragon's tail raised, nor bring herself to close her eyes. "608"s rump was, of course, completely featureless due to the material coating it… but only for a moment. Her fixed gaze widened as she saw the grey surface curl inward just beneath the tail, drawing a muffled protest from the other dragon, though of course the machine didn't notice. The material sunk into the hidden orifice, forming a sphincter on its surface to match the one it was invading, before slowly spreading out and, much like it had done for her eyes, opened to expose the now slightly-gaped anus of the other dragon to the air. A similar, if necessarily wider, opening appeared a bit lower, the suit withdrawing from the subject's blue-scaled groin to reveal the slightly-raised scale sling of a male's sheath.
"See this, 762? These suits give us complete control over your body. We can make it do whenever we want it to do… and we can make it let us do whenever we want to do to it. Oh, and speak of the devil…" Another grey-coated dragon arrived, mouth holding the handle to a fairly large sized square basket, which they silently settled onto the floor before moving on to whatever next task the facility mainframe had in its queue. The officer extracted from the basket a sealed plastic bucket with a curved nose akin to that of a gasoline can, alongside a tube-and-nozzle assembly. It was a practical design: the tubing and nozzle themselves were made of cheap, semi-transparent white plastic, with a less disposable looking electric motor of some sort ringing the halfway point of the corrugated tube. The opposite end of the tubing he fastened onto the bucket's spout, and then flicked the motor on, causing the tube to quickly fill with some sort of purple liquid, stopping automatically once it was filled all the way to the tip of the nozzle.
He didn't give her any time to make sense of the scene; once the apparatus was set up he stood back up, and rather unceremoniously shoved the nozzle into the exposed and gaping anus of the male inmate. The other dragon emitted a suppressed yelp, mumbled whines forced through his nostrils given that his mouth was fully enveloped by the suit. The human, meanwhile, tucked the tube under his arm and leaned against the dragon's rump so that he could work the data pad once more. "And… seal… there we go," he said, letting go of the tube; the suit mater had closed around the base of the nozzle, locking it in place.
He adjusted the vest of his uniform to settle it back into place, before returning to his newest victim "Oh, don't look at me like that," he joked. "Judging by these neural pathway readings, he secretly enjoys it," he told her, statement standing in stark contrast to the fact that the dragon behind him was whimpering and whining, as if the muzzling was preventing him from forming the words he'd need to plead. The officer paid him no mind, returning to the basket to extract the second nozzle/tube/pump assembly, alongside a new device: a shorter tube fitted with a strange sort of clothlike rubber funnel, held in shape only by a stiff plastic loop around the mouth of the cone. This he attached to the open end of the nozzle pump, whilst meanwhile in the background the purple fluid flowed ounce by ounce into the dragon's colon and, quite embarrassingly, his sheath involuntarily swelled out in response to the flesh-pink spire that was very quickly starting to push its way into the open air between his hind legs.
"So… have you figured out how this is going to cure you mild dehydration yet, 762?" he hummed, returning to the male to slip the rubbery funnel around his tapered penis. This time when the motor was activated, the loss of air pressure caused the funnel to collapse and tightly hug the male's member. The dragoness's eyes open a little wider at that statement, and sure enough the officer brought the nozzle end of the tube to her. For a moment he propped his data pad on her muzzle, leaned back against her forehead; the suit kept her so still that the device wouldn't fall off. With a few more remote commands the suit parted from her lips, though before she could speak or even make a sound that nozzle was shoved into it and, moments later, sealed in place by the suit.
The man stepped back with his hands on his hips, pad tucked into one of his uniform's large thigh pockets, as though admiring his work. "There we go. Just have to wait, now. He shouldn't last long; he's probably got a gallon of aphrodisiac enema being absorbed by his colon by now." There was a few seconds of near-complete silence, punctuated only by the whimpers of the male dragon, before he spoke again. "You know… off the record? I love this part of my job. Look at you two; a bunch of arrogant, violent thugs who think that being bigger than us makes you the 'Superior, Noble, Ancient Race.' What a load of crap!" He gave the male's rump a hard open-palmed swat, drawing a stifled yelp from the dragon that made his cock jump up against his underbelly, a large glob of precum being deposited on the center of the female's tongue a second and a half later. "And now look at you. Too full of yourselves to keep your claws off of other people's property, too stupid to avoid getting caught. You taste that? It's the flavor of you being reduced to nothing but a tool. Literally; you have as much say in what you'll be used for now as a can opener."
The sudden sound of a muffled squeal behind him ended that train of thought, as the male dragon's body locked with tension. The officer glanced back over his shoulder in time to catch a glimpse of the viscus white liquid gushing into the tube, and then turn his head forwards again with a hint of disgust on his face. The fluid reached her maw seconds later; on instinct the back of her throat closed to avoid swallowing the semen, but that only served to flood her mouth with the flavor of it before filing to the point where she -had- to swallow or risk having the building pressure force some of it down her windpipe.
"Drink up, princess," the human said, before pointing a thumb back at the vat of aphrodisiac. "Between you and me, we're supposed to administer this stuff on a hard two gallon limit, but… well, it stimulates seminal fluid production as well, and I know how thirsty you are."
The dragoness's face flushed a bright red... though with only her tightly shut-pressed eyes and nostrils exposed to the air the officer couldn't see it. Of course, he very well could see the way the suit's sensors were picking up a sudden spike in body temperature around her snout, neck, and ears…
"That's right; you have no choice but to stand there and swallow your fellow miscreant's cum like a good little girl. Welcome to Site 12B, madame '762.' I hope you enjoy your stay, because I sure as hell know I'm going to."