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"Prop him up on the table now," one of the voices ordered.

Whoever was carrying him started making an effort to lift him up again.

"Hngh... y-yes sir..."

The person seemed to have some difficulty getting the kobold's body up on the 'table'. As soon as he was laid down on it, Clive could feel that it was made of metal. It felt cold against his naked body, but the kobold resisted the urge of flinching under the coldness. That would give away the fact that he was conscious rather than unconscious and he needed the upper hand. He needed it badly.

"Very good. Hold his clipboard. Watch how I place his limbs in position with the markers on the table."

A new set of hands started handling Clive. These were larger. He could tell by their voices that the technician that was bossing the apprentice was of a larger species, which worried him.

The kobold, as a secret agent, had had martial training, but while he was confident could take out one person pretty quickly, two could be messy. If even one of them managed to shout for help or security he knew he'd be doomed... again. That had been his mistakes the last two times he attempted to escape.

"You set this according to his height based on the markers on the table," the technician explained as he did... something. With his eyes closed, all Clive could hear was a click. "Then you don't need to take out the polarized manacles from his wrists or ankles, but you depolarize them and wrap the table's straps above them."

Just as he said that Clive felt the manacles around his ankles finally letting loose. Those cursed polarized manacles had some tech-thing to them that was a thousand times stronger than any chain. His feet had been tied together for so long that it felt good to feel them getting spread even if over some freaky table. That too Clive hid, however, keeping his unconscious act.

"What's a 'safeword'?" the assistant asked.

"That's the word you use to take him down. We won't need that." The technician setting him up on the metal table adjusted something around his ankles. That was bad. He felt them being strapped onto it.

"Why does he have two names here? 'Clive' here and then... 'Dakota' down here under name again?"

The technician was now closer to him adjusted something on the table above him. Clive could hear him let out an exasperated sigh at the question.

"He's obviously not keeping his current name. EverTech is giving him a new one through processing."

Bastards, Clive thought. If they thought they would get away with what they were trying to do to him, they had another thing coming.

"You do this part, Oliver," the technician said. "Strap his arms there, then that goes over his chest and that over his neck. That will keep him nice and tight for the first phase."

"Y-yes sir!"

"Keep an eye on the markings! I'll go grab my coffee and prepare the initial settings."

Clive had to hold back his excitement. That was his chance! The bigger set of hands left his body and the smaller set came to touch his chest. It took a lot of self-control to keep himself from moving or at least smirking. The kobold strapped to the table just listened with attention as the heavier set of steps walked out, but he decided to wait a little bit to make sure the other technician was far enough.

The assistant's hands explored Clive's body. They felt up his chest in a way that made the kobold deeply uncomfortable and then it got worse when they trailed down towards his waist. That fucking handsy assistant had the audacity to touch the kobold's sheath. He cupped Clive's balls and explored the opening of Clive's exposed sheath with what felt like curiosity. Bad enough that Clive had to suffer being naked like that and that assistant thought he could feel him up just because he was unconscious?

The invasion of his privacy had Clive struggling not to move.

Just a little more, he told himself, just a little more...

The assistant used a finger to pry inside his sheath. Clive could feel it touching his member. Another man was touching his most private parts! Clive grit his teeth, enduring the invasive touching until finally the otter lost interest in his private parts and moved on to his chest again. The assistant did something that finally, finally depolarized the manacles keeping the kobold's wrists together against his chest. He felt freedom of movement on his arms again and that was his opportunity.

The kobold's eyes snapped open. In a fraction of a second, he saw that the assistant was in fact an otter. A scrawny, slender otter wearing a lab coat. Perfect.

Before the otter could even realize his eyes had opened, Clive's fist flew towards his face. The otter whimpered as his punch connected to the side of his muzzle, but as Clive sat up on the table, he didn't let the otter fall back. He instead grabbed him by the neck, keeping a firm hold on his throat. The otter's hands came to his wrist to desperately try to pry it away, as expected, but the otter was even weaker than he had anticipated. An expression of fear came upon the otter as their eyes met. The otter tried to make sounds, but the hold on his neck was strong enough to prevent that.

Clive had a moment to take in his surroundings. He was in a room that looked like it had come straight out of some alien's spaceship. The walls and ceiling were all made of metal with many monitors and machines poking out of them in several places. The kobold couldn't even begin to try and make sense of what they were. The metal table he was sitting on was fixated against one of the walls and, just as he had suspected, the technician had strapped his ankles to it already, but the assistant hadn't gotten to his wrists yet.

"Hnnnnhh- hghn! Dhdhh- Ffhhh-!"

The lab assistant started struggling more. Clive realized he had been keeping him without air and looked at him. He could maybe let the otter pass out or even kill him, but he didn't know how far into this facility he was in or even where it was. He had been truly unconscious when he was brought there. The kobold loosened the grip on the otter's neck just a little bit and voiced his question:

"Where is the w-"

"Deffhhlate!!" The otter gasped through the hold on his neck before Clive could even finish. The kobold barely heard what he said, but Clive suddenly felt all of the strength of his muscles getting sapped away. The kobold's eyes went wide as he felt himself simply letting go of the otter's neck, his arms falling limp first and then his whole body falling back down on the table again. When the kobold tried to move, his muscles didn't respond. Not a single one of them! He couldn't even talk, his muzzle just laid limp and half-open with even a strand of drool escaping down the side.

"My god..." the otter gasped, holding his neck. "Thank god for the safeword and the nanites..."

Nanites!

Clive had heard about EverTech's infamous nanites. That had been his job, after all. The kobold was a spy and, having infiltrated EverTech's facilities, the things he had seen and read about what those nanites could do when injected into someone's bloodstream...

...And they had injected them on him?!

The otter approached him after recomposing himself. He looked at Clive with a deep frown.

"Mr. Crawford can't find out I almost let you act out, but you're not gonna tell, are you?"

Clive couldn't respond. He couldn't even move his muzzle! The otter, however, brought a paw up and the kobold's eyes followed how it went down to hover right above his exposed genitals...

And then it came down upon his balls. Hard.

The ball slap echoed through the metal-clad room. Clive gasped. He couldn't move, couldn't react, but damn if he couldn't feel the pain of the hard blow applied directly to his balls. A second one came after the first, then a third, then a fourth, and by the fifth a small tear appeared under one of Clive's eyes. The pain radiating from his crotch felt even more immobilizing than the nanites.

Thankfully, the otter smiled and looked satisfied. The assistant rubbed the punched spot on his muzzle, then quickly proceeded to strap him against the table as he had been instructed. Another firm strap came over his waist, one over his chest and one at his neck. Then, the otter effortlessly dragged his wrists to his sides as well to strap them against the table.

The kobold felt his heart sink. The pain on his balls had become a lingering ache, but his chances of escaping had just gone down again. He needed to escape. He needed to escape. He had seen in EverTech's files what had become of some of the people that went through 'processing' and he refused to become one of them.

The otter finished everything up, grabbed his digital clipboard and tapped at it a few times, then huffed towards him.

"I'll make this extra rough for you because of that."

With that, the otter turned around and left. Clive was left alone in that room strapped against the metal table. It was impossible to tell for how long Clive was left there, but as time went on, he felt the strength in his muscles slowly returning. That allowed the kobold to pull and push against the straps keeping him bound, but they were made of something malleable yet incredibly resistant. They barely even budged. After straining himself as much as he could trying to find a way to get out of them, Clive finally gave up. It wasn't through brute force that he was going to escape, that much was clear.

The kobold was left panting after his struggling efforts and it was then that the table he was strapped on started to move. Clive tensed up as the table started turning, slowly reclining into a vertical position rather than full horizontal. A small metal protuberance was raised up right beneath his feet to allow him to stand on it as the table became almost fully vertical. It left Clive standing there, strapped against the table and facing one of the monitors in the opposite wall. The monitor then lit up and displayed the two words he didn't want to see.

'Commencing processing...'

Clive felt his heart beating fast. He had no idea what was going to happen for no matter how much he tried to pry, he never found any information about what the processing actually entailed. Reaching out to his training, the kobold took a deep breath and tried to calm down. As an infiltrator, the possibility of being captured had always been on the table for him. He knew that and his employers knew that just as well. Clive had been trained extensively to endure pain and torture as well as to remain calm in situations like that. Those thoughts soothed him. Whatever torture these EverTech people usually inflicted on their poor victims would likely not work on him. All he needed to do was play smart, wait for his next chance and then he could get away.

The monitor's writing changed. Clive glared at it warily, but the words that followed were not what he expected at all.

'Welcome to EverTech, Dakota.'

Dakota? Clive had heard the assistants say that that was his assigned name or something. Ridiculous. The monitor's writing changed again, but this time Clive was surprised to hear a robotic voice speak them aloud for him.

"Step one: memorization of purpose. Your name is Dakota," the AI said quite smoothly before it continued. "Task number one will be to repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'."

As the 'instructions' were given to Clive, the monitor changed again to display them. 'Repeat 100 times: My name is Dakota'. The kobold looked at it and just scoffed. Clive then spat on the ground visibly and looked around the room. Everything was made of metal and he couldn't see any obvious cameras, but he was sure someone was watching him from somewhere.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" the kobold yelled defiantly. Did they think they would change his name just by making him repeat it a few times? That he would just be okay with it?

The kobold grunted with effort in an attempt to pull his arms from the straps one more time, but as he was focused on doing that he failed to notice the two small metal arms lowering themselves from the ceiling towards him. When Clive spotted them, they were pointing at him right next to his head and before the kobold could even react, both arms near his head sprayed a wave of some weird gas at him.

Clive coughed. The gas had an extremely strong chemical smell. The kobold cursed and shook his head holding his breath, but he knew that he had already breathed it in without meaning to. A gas with such a strong scent had to have some kind of effect, and what it was became quite obvious very fast.

To Clive, it felt as if his body was suddenly on fire from the inside. He started feeling hot. Unnaturally so. Naked as he was, the room had been a little chilly before, but now? The kobold could feel himself starting to sweat. Whatever drug they had thrown at him was having a quick effect, but Clive also quickly realized that the heat's purpose was something else.

The kobold looked down with embarrassment as he saw and felt his member growing from his sheath. It hardened in record time and, as it did, much to his dismay, another mechanical-like arm rose up from the floor below to stop in front of his erection.

Clive felt even more heat rush to his face over what was happening. The mechanical arm had a small ring attached to it and as it got close to the kobold's member, it opened. The sweating kobold thrashed in his binds as the thing approached his member, making his erection bounce a bit. He swore he had never felt this aroused before. The mechanical hand had no problem following his erection back and forth. The technology on it was obviously impressive, because no matter how much Clive struggled and thrashed, the mechanical arm wrapped the open ring around his member, held it still, and then... snapped it close around its base.

To make matters even worse, Clive watched as the two small prongs where the ring had detached from the mechanical arm and lowered themselves. They opened a little wider and then pressed themselves ever so slowly against the bound kobold's balls resting over the table. That prompted Clive to stop his struggle to nervously watch it, but thankfully, the mechanical arm's little prongs did nothing more than rest against the sides of his nuts.

What worried Clive the most was the ring that the thing had put around the base of his member, however. As he stared down at his own erection, he could see that the ring was made of metal, but he could also see the design of tiny circuits all around its small surface. What was it for? And most importantly...

What kind of perverted, sick kind of torture they were planning on inflicting on him?!

This was nothing like Clive had expected. He stared at his familiar member, completely erect and with a droplet of pre-cum dripping from its tip down its length. The kobold still felt his body burning up, but more and more that heat was getting focused on his loins. The arousal kept growing. He felt an urge to jerk off, to hump something, anything. An unnatural need to feel pleasure, to mate, to fuck!

"Task number one," the computer voice suddenly said again, startling Clive. "Repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'. Begin."

Clive felt his heart racing. He knew he should remain calm, but he had no idea what was happening. All of that was way beyond anything he could ever have expected. The kobold waited, looking around, but nothing happened. Was he really expected to speak those lines out loud just like that?

"I won't d-" Clive started saying, but as soon as he did, a loud buzz echoed around the room.

"Incorrect," the voice said out loud, but that wasn't all of it.

It all came at once. Clive wasn't sure if it originated from the ring around his cock or from within him, but the kobold felt a sudden surge of pleasure unlike any he had felt before. His cock throbbed and shot out a spurt of pre-cum up in the air. Not expecting it at all, Clive moaned out loud as all of his muscles relaxed and every nerve of his body told him that the familiar pleasure every male knew so well was about to come. An orgasm forced out of him by whatever electrical tingling the ring around his cock was doing it. Pleasure surged within Clive, his member pulsed, his balls drew up. The incoming orgasm felt like a bucket of water coming to refresh the burning fire of his lust. In that split second his body told him it was coming, Clive went as far as smiling, but then...

"AAAAAAAHHH!"

The kobold's moaning became a sudden scream. The buzzing sound of the shock the two prongs applied to his balls could be heard in the room even through that, however. The electrical shock originated on his balls, the most sensitive part of his body, and the pain that came with it halted his forced orgasm forcefully as the high pleasure became pain instead. It only lasted for a few small seconds, but to Clive, each of them felt like an hour of agony.

When it suddenly stopped, the kobold was left breathing heavily on the table with his eyes wide. His cock still throbbed, the remnants of the forced pleasure coupled with the arousal of the drug still there, but the orgasm he craved was gone and instead, the lingering ache in his balls remained. Clive found himself covered in sweat after the horrible experience he had gone through. Yet still, even after all that pain, his member stood just as erect as before. Pre-cum still dribbled from his tip and he swore that the pleasure that had been inflicted upon him, pushing him so close to orgasm, made him even hornier now that the pain was gone again.

"Task number one," the computer voice boomed once more. "Repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'. Begin."

This time, Clive felt anxious. He looked up around the room and his eyes ended on the monitor, where the phrase he was supposed to say was displayed. Was his failure to comply with those ridiculous demands what had caused his punishment? Clive had no intention of giving in to that fucking machine, but he didn't want to feel what he had just felt ever again.

The seconds ticked by. Instead of being defiant, Clive decided to remain quiet. The time to recuperate was welcomed, but his arousal burned. With each passing second, it felt worse. The kobold pulled against the straps keeping him to the table not only to get away but also from a deep urge to just reach for his cock, touch it, jerk it... He needed it. He needed some pleasure and stimulation, his body was screaming for it. He knew it was the drug, he tried telling himself that, but he had never needed to touch himself as badly as he needed right there and then...

"Failure to comply with instructions in time," the machine suddenly said. Clive looked up from his cock and just as he did, it happened again.

The kobold screamed once more. The same sequence of events happened. Pleasure unlike any he had ever felt rose from his cock, the feeling of impending orgasm just a millisecond away from coming and when he was about to cum? When his cock was starting to throb to spurt his seed in delightful pleasure? The shock to his balls came again, replacing the pleasure he needed with pain all applied directly to his nuts for the same amount of miserable seconds.

When it stopped, Clive realized that some tears had escaped his eyes from the rough treatment. He had planned to keep his dignity while enduring their torture, but this... this was beyond any torture! It was sick, perverted, crazy! He couldn't-

"Task number one. Repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'. Begin."

Clive cursed inside his head. If he didn't speak, he would get shocked. If he said anything else, he would get shocked. Fucking machines! If it was a person at least he could reason with them. Trick them, do something. He couldn't fight the machine, but at the same time... would giving in to it really be giving in? So what if he said some dumb line a few times? It wasn't as if they were going to change his name just like that.

"My name... is Dakota," Clive said out loud. It still stung in his pride to do so, but when he did his body tensed up. He half expected another shock to come, but that wasn't what happened at all.

Instead, the ring around his cock lit up just for just a brief moment. From his hard member, he felt a surge of pleasure rising that felt almost like the high of orgasm. A little burst of divine bliss. It felt as if someone had stroked his cock, licked it, caressed it, all at the same time. His member reacted to it, spurting more pre-cum up in the air that just dribbled down his hard length and Clive's body couldn't help but relax a little to how incredibly good it felt.

Unfortunately, it went as suddenly as it came. It lasted no more than a quick second and when it was gone? Clive felt even hornier. It was as if someone had just teased him a little bit. He wanted more of it, way more, he needed more! A couple of seconds of that blissful feeling and he was sure he could cum from it. The thought of it made his body crave it...

Distracted by the sudden bliss, Clive lost himself in it. It wasn't until the computer spoke again that he realized his mistake.

"Failure to comply with instructions in time."

The kobold's eyes went wide. "NO-!"

It was too late. The rough pleasure was inflicted upon him again, making him moan into that cycle of agony that, sure enough, was followed by the horrible continuous shock to his balls. For the third time, Clive was forced to go through it. By the end of the torturous experience, his breathing was ragged and his member continued to throb painfully in front of him.

"Task number one. Repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'. Begin."

With tears still lingering in his eyes, Clive swallowed hard. The fear of another shock coming was getting to him. The kobold hurried to recompose himself and speak out loud.

"My name is Dakota!"

As he said it, that blissful split second of pleasure returned. Clive smiled, his member basking in the artificial yet so real pleasure inflicted upon it. The kobold couldn't help it. He thrust up against the air in sheer reflex as if there was an actual mouth around his cock that he could hump for just a little more sensation. The table's straps didn't allow him to hump very hard, but he still did, and when it was gone he was left wanting more. His cock wanted more...

Still, he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

"My name is Dakota!" Clive said out loud again and, once more, he was rewarded with a split second of pleasure for it. He realized that the pleasure was the reward and that if he spoke it more, he would get more of it. Deep down, his pride spoke against it, but his body was so overwhelmed with lust that there was no question on how to proceed.

"My name is Dakota! My name is Dakota! My name is Dakota...!"

As Clive said the line continuously, the pleasure kept coming! It was impossible to describe it. It felt as if a tongue was licking his cock, as if a hand was stroking it, as if a feather was teasing it. It was all of those combined, yet none of them at the same time. The pleasure Clive felt was unlike anything he had experienced before. His member throbbed in the air, his orgasm feeling closer and closer, yet the stimulation wasn't quite high enough to get him there. He needed more of it! More!

"My name is Dakota!" Clive kept repeating. He looked down at his cock and humped the air. He was so close to getting off, but the stimulation... it was amazing, but too weak!

"My name is Dakota! My name is Dakota! My name is Dakota!" The pleasure kept rising. He needed more! It was driving him mad. It felt so good, but Clive remained hornier and hornier than before each time he felt it. Just a little more...!

"My name is Dakota! My name is... Dakota!"

He felt so close, yet so far!

"My name is Dakota! MY NAME IS DAKOTA! My name is... f-fuck.. Dakota...!"

The computer's voice boomed through the room all of a sudden, interrupting his lustful haze.

"Incorrect."

Clive's eyes shot wide. He hadn't meant-!

The surge of pleasure that came with the punishment was always much higher, yet it also didn't push him past the point of no return he craved. The kobold moaned out loud and cried out, knowing what was coming next, but the machine was relentless. The shock to his balls came no matter how much he pleaded to the AI, the technicians watching, or just about anyone he could to stop it. Though the pain erupting from his balls from the high electrical shock was somewhat familiar now, that didn't make it any less intense or mind-wrecking. By the end of it, Clive was left in tears all over again, going limp over the table. He barely had any time to rest and recover from it before the voice came again.

"Task number one. Repeat the following line a hundred times without interruption. The line is: 'my name is Dakota'. Begin."

All Clive could do was comply. The rise of pleasure began anew as he started saying the line the computer wanted over and over again.

"My name is Dakota. My name is Dakota! My name is Dakota! Hnngh- My name is Dakota! My name... is Dakota!"

Each time he said it he was rewarded with that tiny little burst of heavenly pleasure. Despite how amazing it felt, the fear of the shock remained there in Clive's mind as well. Because of that, as distracting as the pleasure was, the kobold focused his mind on the lines he was saying so that he wouldn't mess them up.

As he kept going, he still couldn't help but hump the air. His cock drooled a steady stream of pre-cum down, throbbing in the air, ready to burst. His orgasm was always a hair away, but while it always felt like it was about to come, Clive couldn't quite reach it. The need urged him to speak the lines quicker, with more vehemence. The kobold kept repeating it, again and again, his body overwhelmed with bliss and need.

Clive got so into it that when the computer finally spoke up, it startled him.

"First task completed."

The kobold yelled that his name was Dakota one more time in the urge to reach orgasm that he was in, but pleasure did not come as a reward for it. Overwhelmed with lust, Clive managed to gather his thoughts now that the pleasure was no longer there. His cock let out a burst of pre-cum, his need greater than before, but breathing rapidly, Clive looked around.

Had he already said that line a hundred times? He had completely lost count...

"Task number two will be to repeat the following line two hundred times without interruption," the computer spoke again. "The line is: 'My name is Dakota. My purpose is to serve'."

Clive's heart sank. Was he supposed to just be stuck in that hell between pain and pleasure, doing whatever that computer wanted? What kind of sick freaks these EverTech people were to put him through something like that?! The kobold looked down at his cock. Clive weakly pulled at the straps keeping him tied to the table. He wanted to reach down for it so bad. He would do anything, give anything, to be able to jerk off and cum right there and then. His body still felt burning hot, his arousal was through the roof and he still felt close to cumming. He needed it. He...

"Failure to comply with instructions in time," the computer spoke.

Clive looked up, desperate. "NO! PLEASE- AAAAHH!"

***

Back in the laboratory, Oliver couldn't help but smile as he watched what was happening down in the processing room in his monitor. The cameras provided him with a myriad of angles and settings. The otter used a slider to zoom in on the bound kobold's member jutting from between his hips. From up close he could almost see the little bolts of lightning erupting from the special ring around its base.

"Hey."

Each time the kobold yelled the lines the machine wanted, his cock would throb in response to the electric stimulation made to react to every single nerve of pleasure around his cock and stimulate him with maximum efficiency. The otter shifted in his seat with his pants feeling tight. Of course, the nanites the kobold had coursing through his blood helped make it feel ten times more intense as well. The technology was truly wonderful...

"Hey!"

The louder call made Oliver jump in his chair and look back. Mr. Crawford, his boss, sat back with his large paw pads up over the control panels. His lupine superior sipped at his coffee, the third cup that morning already, and raised an eyebrow towards him.

"You're gonna keep watching that guy go through the whole process? It's going to take days, you know."

Oliver felt himself blushing slightly. "I know, sir."

The wolf chuckled. "It's alright. I liked watching at the beginning too, but after you've gone through a few hundred of those it gets kinda boring."

The gray wolf groaned as he stood up from his chair. He stretched himself for a moment before grabbing his mug. "I'm gonna take a walk, maybe hit the massage center for employees real quick. You keep an eye out on things and message me if anything goes wrong."

Oliver's eyes went wide. "Me, sir?! But- but I'm still new! I don't know what to do if-"

The wolf made him stop talking by simply raising a paw with a look of annoyance.

"It's gonna be fine. I've already set all the AI parameters. It knows what to do in any given scenario. At this point, we barely even need to be here."

That did little to calm Oliver's nerves. He looked at the monitors, then pointed at the one containing the kobold's vitals.

"But sir! What if something happens to him?! In fact- oh my god, is his heart supposed to be going that fast?!"

The otter shifted his eyes to the camera. The audio was off, but the kobold had supposedly done something wrong again because he was crying and begging while his balls were visibly shocked again. The begging only seemed to be extending the time of the shock, however, and the only person that could possibly be listening to it, which was Oliver, had his headphones set over the controls anyway.

"As I said," the wolf responded still annoyed, "the AI knows everything. That is still well within the range for processing and if it did go beyond, the nanites would just shut him down for a moment, calm it down, then make him wake up to continue. Simple."

Oliver swallowed hard. He nodded. The wolf didn't bother giving him any more time or explanations, he simply stretched himself again complaining about some back pain or something and walked out.

The otter was left alone in the room. He looked at the monitor where the crying kobold was repeating the third set of lines already. Oliver had read all about EverTech's processing, but seeing it happen? How lucky was he to witness it! The AI even showed a predicted progress bar to the kobold's processing. 7% done. So neat!

Oliver's paw came up to his muzzle. It still felt a little sore. The memory of the punch that kobold had dared inflict upon him made the otter feel angry. His superior had scolded him for it, too. Now alone in the room, Oliver started fiddling with the controls. It was time to get back at him.

Shock intensity? 10% up looked fine.

Pleasure intensity? 30% up. The nanites would never let the kobold achieve orgasm anyway. That was part of the training to break his mind into his most basic instincts.

Oliver knew all too well that the combination of drugs with the precise training the AI was inflicting upon the kobold would work. Though this was the first active processing Oliver was seeing, he had seen many products that had gone through it all. It was beautiful, really!

The increased settings seemed to be working. The kobold made the mistake of moaning and begging for release again in-between his third set of lines, so he was getting punished again. Oliver grinned. Served him right for punching him and getting him in trouble.

The otter sat back happily. Alone in the room, he rubbed the bulge in his pants as he watched with amusement. The kobold still had seventeen other line repeating tasks to do, then the physical training would come. Oliver was looking forward to seeing the anal probe part he had read about. After that, the obedience training, the pleasure control, the re-gearing, the basic teaching...

Oliver couldn't wait to see it all.

***

Several days later, Dakota sat in the white, small room he had been assigned to. The kobold had been given no instructions, so he just sat in his bed waiting for time to pass. Deep down, however, he felt nervous.

Dakota had already been informed that he had been bought. The kobold knew that, no matter who his new master was, he would serve him with everything he had, but that didn't stop him from feeling at least a little bit nervous about who it might be. What would it be like?

The kobold didn't know. He couldn't know. All he knew, all he had ever known, was the EverTech facility.

It was strange. His life had been longer than the few weeks he had been there, but no memories of his past remained. All he knew was that he was Dakota, a prime EverTech product, and that he was supposed to serve dutifully. He would, of course he would, but it was still strange.

The light above the door of his room changed from Red to Green. Dakota stood up dutifully and bowed his head. The kobold wore no clothing, for there was no reason to wear any, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. When the technician walked in, a familiar wolf in a white lab coat, he saw the lupine looking down at his sheath and all, but though it made Dakota slightly embarrassed for some reason, he of course said nothing about it.

"Your potential new master wants to take a closer look at you. Come with me."

Dakota simply nodded. He followed the wolf through the familiar hallway full of rooms just like his own, some occupied and some vacant, until he reached the main hallway of the complex.

There, Dakota got a first look at his new master. The badger's fur was of a colorful pink and the suit he wore gave him such an air of authority. As they approached, the badger's eyes fell on him and he couldn't help but feel small in his presence.

No words were even needed. The badger took one good look at Dakota's bare body, smiled and nodded in approval.