Latex Prison
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! I have wanted to do a 'latex' based TF story for some time, so thought I would give it a try. Hope my readers like it. This is set in a future where technology; including nanotechnology, has become extremely advanced.
Latex Prison
By William W. Kelso
Slave. No, not a slave, you have to be human to be a slave. Thing. Yes, that would be a better description, or maybe sex toy. A thing meant to give sexual pleasure, yes, that sounds appropriate. But definitely not human, not anymore, not for a long time. So long, and it's so hard to remember...before.
How to start, to explain the unexplainable? To try to describe something that cannot be described with any degree of accuracy unless you yourself experience it, and it is not an 'experience' which I would want inflicted on any other, not ever. But for me it is far too late, there is no going back, no reprieve, no salvation though I sometimes pray for it, when I remember before. I doubt I can even be destroyed.
Did I say I was human once? I think I was, or perhaps the memories are part of my programming, meant to give that illusion, to make my purgatory even more...unbearable. But surely no one would be that cruel?? But then again, who would do this to a fellow human?? But I digress. This is what I remember, from before.
I was young, male, an average nobody. I was not rich, was not a 'made' company man or employee, so in short was someone no one would miss, or care about. Oh, I was employed, but only at the part time 'on-call' level, and made barely enough to keep a small room in one of the huge metro-dorm complexes, and enough to eat. That was all. I had no real expectations of anything better, my only 'marketable' value was I was young and healthy, which was why I was 'chosen'. My name? I may not have had one even then.
I went 'home' one night, went to bed, and woke up somewhere else with no memory of how I got there. Perhaps I had those memories once, but no longer. I woke strapped to a bed in what appeared to be a hospital or clinic, at least it smelled of antiseptic and alcohol. That much I do remember. Humans and robotechs came and went, tests were made, my questions were ignored. Then after a few days (I think it was days) I was put onto a cart, wheeled into what looked like an operating room, and my life ended. My screams were ignored.
As I lay on the operating table, nude of course, a man wheeled in a cart with a sealed container on it. He opened it, there was a puff of smoke or vapor, and he lifted out what looked like a rolled up sheet of rubber. As they unrolled it on a table next to me I thought at first it was a rubber diving; or chemical, suit of some kind, a rather fancy and pretty one complete with a full head piece. It was brown, white, black, and tan, at least from what I could see. Then somehow; I have no idea how, they stretched the opening for the face in the suit and slid me into it feet first. It was slick and warm, and felt like the inside was lubricated. My feet were guided into the legs and until they slid snugly into the feet, my arms were guided into the arms, and then the head piece was sealed tightly, and the only thing outside of the suit was my face. It was an incredibly tight and snug fit, and I have no doubt they had fitted it for me prior to my being swallowed by what was to become my new skin. Even my testicles fit snugly into a pouch. It was almost comfortable.
I managed to raise my head; before they strapped it down, and what I saw confused me. It looked like a costume, of some kind of deer or other animal. The material was shiny, and looked like rubber, and where the colors merged, or were divided, there was no seam; it appeared to be one piece. The feet were lumpy and misshapen looking, and I did see a hole near the crotch. But that was all I had time to see. When they began to stick tubes into me they also stuck a gag in my mouth; with a hole in the center, when I started screaming. They stuck needles attached to thick clear tubes into my arms, thighs, and even somehow snaked a catheter through the hole in the crotch of the suit and into my penis, the another thick tube was shoved into my rear through what I guess was a hole in the table. Then another tube was pushed through the gag and down my throat, and oxygen tubes were inserted in my nostrils. There was no anesthetic given, and it hurt horribly. When they were done I saw a man push some buttons on a machine out of the corner of my eye, and a thick gray fluid began to pump through the tubes and into my body, through ALL the tubes.
At first I bucked and writhed as best I could as it was agonizing as the thick sludge flowed into my veins and bowels, and I thought I would choke to death as it filled my stomach. But as it flowed steadily into my agonized body both a strange; and rather pleasant, warmth began to slowly spread throughout my body, and with a moan of relief I collapsed limply. As the warmth spread the suit began to begin to become even tighter in some places, and looser in others; but only momentarily as it would quickly tighten again. To my embarrassment I began to get an erection that went on and on, and I felt my penis slide through the hole in the suit and I could feel the cool air on its hot throbbing surface. When I realized what was happening I tried to scream again, but could only gurgle.
I can only try to describe the feeling of my body becoming soft and fluid, and of the suit tightening and forming around it, and pushing it into a new shape. I felt bones soften and flow, internal organs dissolve into tingling warmth, wave after wave of growing lust washing over my rampant erection. And now the tubes began to reverse their flow as excess fluids were sucked from my body as it slimmed and shrank, and I struggled desperately as the warmth reached my head and I felt it soften, then something came into view being slid down over the tube inside of my throat, and as it settled into place over my face the gag was released in slid up over the tube through the opening in the mouth of the mask, for that's what it was, a mask. And as the mask settled over my increasingly soft and malleable face it sealed with the head piece leaving no seam, and my face began to flow outward and into the mask. I gave a wet slobbering scream as my face pushed outward to fill the mask, my jaws settling into its muzzle and fusing with it, my eyes pushing out and to the side until they popped into the eye sockets, the feeling indescribable as the mask became my skin, my face, became me. And I could feel my new skin now, all over my body.
Then the last, and final, horror was inflicted. As my eyes rolled in utter terror a man bent over and snapped two lenses over the eye sockets, and with a sudden pressure my eyes pushed against them, merged with them, and I found my vision suddenly fixed; staring straight ahead, and I was unable to blink or shut my eyelids.
For awhile the tubes continued to drain fluids from my body, which continued to shrink and for awhile. Then with faint 'pops' the tubes were pulled out one by one, and my new skin sealed over the holes leaving no trace. It was over, the horror was just beginning.
I was removed from the operating table, wheeled through brightly lit hallways where I stared helplessly at the those bright lights, unable to avert my gaze, move my eyes, or close my eyelids against the glare. I was looking down a slick brown muzzle ending in a black nose, and when I tried to lick at it a long black muscular tongue would slide into view, then disappear back into my mouth, a tongue that was purple in color, the wrong shape, and much too long. As we came to another room I was given a shot of something, lowered off the gurney and onto a soft padded surface, and confusion and terror faded into oblivion.
I woke up confused and feeling so strange, and as my memory cleared the terror returned. I got to my feet; or tried to, but the bulky clumsy paws I know had in their place couldn't get any traction on the highly polished tile floor. But finally I managed to crawl to the wall, and using it as a brace began moving along the wall, my 'skin' squeaking on the clean surface. And it was my skin, I could feel it, and it was incredibly sensitive. I tried to talk, to scream, to beg, but only produced wet mewling noises, my tongue licking over my rubbery toothless gums and lips. Finally I came to what looked like a large mirror, but was most likely a one way window, and pawed at the glass staring at my reflection. A latex cat stared back at me with lifeless doll eyes, its muzzle ending in a wet pink hole, and I knew what I had become, and the horror caused me to slide down to the floor, and I curled up in a ball, mewling and slobbering.
*****
"Well, one tech said to another, he's certainly upset." As the two men observed the latex cat's movements through the observation window.
"They all are at first, another said, at least before reprogramming. They get calmer after that."
"It's still amazing, the first said, to know that...thing used to be human."
"Yeah, the second said, but there's not much of who they used to be left, and it keeps fading over time."
"Still, you'd think it would be easier to just make them, well, using something other then people as the main ingredient." The first man said.
"They tried, but the results just didn't 'feel' right when they were used, the response was too mechanical, too machine like. So some scientist managed to combine human, latex, and nanotechnology into a single viable unit, and Ta-Da!" The second man said, and indicated the now quiet latex cat. "It's really quite amazing when you think about it."
"Still, the second man said, you'd think they'd find a better use for it."
"Oh, they use them for other things, the first man replied, but the pleasure units are worth the most, they get anywhere from $100,000 up for each one. Even older ones that get recycled bring $20,000 or more. Damn things never wear out, they're self repairing, but do need to be reprogrammed at regular intervals, otherwise they start to revert to their original human awareness, which can be a problem."
"Who did he, or she, used to be?" The first man mused.
"Who cares, some nobody loser, the second replied, and don't think about that, it can mess with your mind. You know we have to keep this a secret, if word got out what they really are, or were, it would hit the fan. And I for one don't want to lose this job, best money I ever made."
"Yeah, you're right about that, the first man agreed, but why a cat? I mean, most I've seen are more human looking."
"Probably a special order, the second man replied, they get more for those. Besides, didn't you ever give one of the 'animal' units a try? It can be pretty...kinky."
"Naw, the first man said, it would seem kind of unnatural I guess, like bestiality."
"Yeah, and humping a latex doll isn't unnatural?" The second man said.
"Got me there, the first man said, but I haven' t used one of those things since I got married."
"Lucky you, the second man said. Well, it's awake, better give the lab a call and let them know."
"Roger that." The first man said as he picked up a phone.
*****
After awhile I dragged myself to a corner, and curled up again trying to deny what my eyes had shown me. I knew what I was now, I'd seen them before, I'd USED them before. A pleasure unit, or doll. In order to prevent the spread of venereal diseases; and if you weren't licensed to marry or reproduce, your legal sexual experiences were limited to life like latex sex toys call 'Pleasure Units'. They were free, a public provided service, all you had to do was wait in line at a government center. Once your number came up you got one hour in a private room with a 'Unit'; male or female, and could basically do anything you wanted with one. And they always responded like they were insatiable, and it felt so real it was amazing. They even moaned and squealed in pleasure, but never talked. The only thing that reminded you they weren't 'real' was those horrible staring eyes that never blinked or moved, never dilated, the stare fixed. Eyes like the ones I had now. But...this was crazy! They were machines, constructs, made from a special later compound over a Mylar frame, and controlled by nanites and a computer. At least that's what they said they were.
With a wet mewl I sat up and took a closer look at the thing I had become. My belly was white, my sides and legs tan with black highlight one my paws. My paws, both legs and arms, had five thick clumsy 'toes', and while I could walk there was no way I could grip with them, they had no dexterity at all. Protruding from between my legs was a fairly long tan colored tail, and to my shock I found I could actually control it; swishing and curling it, but it wasn't prehensile. I ran my paws over my head and found the short muzzle I could see, and a smooth head with fairly short pointed ears. And I couldn't be sure, but I seemed to be smaller then I had been...before; and was definitely thinner and leaner. Then my gaze was drawn irresistibly back to most inhuman part of my new anatomy, my genitals. I had a large bulge clearly containing two testacies; or whatever I had in their place, and a short thick penis sheath. But my balls didn't dangle in a soft scrotum, they were pulled tight against my body, and the mouth of the sheath was closed with only a small hole visible.
Curious, I reached down and rubbed my 'balls' and the sheath, and my whole body gave a shudder of pleasure. God, that felt good! I rubbed my testacies bulge again, and gave a mewl of pleasure as my sheath suddenly swelled as my penis emerged. I stared at it and mewled again, but this time in pleasure AND shock. It wasn't human, it had a very small corona around the pointed glans, and the length of the shaft was covered with small pointed flaps or nubs that lay down flat, and it was quite large. I'd never seen a 'Pleasure Unit' like me before, most of those I'd used had been more human in appearance, though there was no mistaking them for the real thing. I touched the thick rampant erection, and gave a wet squeal of pleasure, just touching it felt incredible! With a grunt I began stroking it with my paws; I couldn't help myself, but it just didn't work, they were too clumsy, I couldn't make a fist with them, couldn't wrap my 'toes' around the shaft. But every time I rubbed it increased my lust, and I needed to cum so badly, but couldn't! It was torture!!
Suddenly I heard a swishing sound, and felt the air pressure change, my skin so sensitive I could feel it. Looking up from my desperate attempt at self pleasure I saw two men wheel a gurney into the room, and tried to get up, but my paws slid uselessly on the slick floor. I was horribly embarrassed at my aroused condition, but they didn't seem to notice. They lowered the gurney and rolled me onto it, my struggles weak and uncoordinated. I felt so strange and clumsy! I was strapped down, and desperately trying to talk I was wheeled out of the room, into a lift, and then down a long hallway and into another room that looked like an dentists office, at least the chair in the center of the room looked like on a dentist; or barber, would use. But I had a feeling I wasn't there for a haircut or a checkup, I didn't have hair OR teeth. I was plopped down in the chair, and straps were tightened around my ankles, wrists, thighs, stomach, and forehead. Then I was left alone for awhile, squirming helplessly, utterly terrified.
I couldn't see the door open, but felt the change I air pressure again, and a man wearing a lab coat, hairnet, and sanitary mask came into view. He checked the straps, then turned to a cabinet against the wall. He rummaged around for awhile; then said some very unflattering things as he untangled a wad of wires, and when he finished he brought some sort of harness over to the chair and strapped in on my body. Then he came back with the wires, each lead ending in a very thin needle, and inserted the needles into my body at locations on the harness, the harness evidently being a guide, and holding them in place. I mewled frantically, expecting it to hurt as the long needles were pushed into me, but it didn't. I could feel a pressure as they penetrated, and a little tingling, but no real pain. He adjusted a couple, then went back to the cabinet. Next he slid a sleeve with a tube attached to it over my still erect cock, and I squealed as he sank two more wires into my balls. Finally he came back with a headset, one that reminded me of those used with virtual reality games. Kind of like a fighter pilots helmet, but with a blank visor. And as he slipped it over my head I realized it was a kind of virtual reality helmet, the kind used for subliminal teaching and therapy; or for...brainwashing. Like the ones used on criminals to try and rehabilitate them; make them into 'good citizens'. The terror came back; and increased, as I suddenly felt two thin wires penetrate my eyes and slide deep into my brain. That was NOT what virtual reality helmets normally did! Then there was a feeling of falling into darkness and I lost all awareness of my body.
I wanted to scream as I fell, but there was total silence. Then; as if from a great distance I saw a dot of light approaching, and felt myself rushing towards it. There was a shock, and I was aware of my body again; every nerve tingling, but most of all of an intense... lust. Then images begin flashing through mind, images of sexual scenes, and at first I was just viewing the images, but then suddenly I was IN them!! Taking part, and I felt everything, and it was so real! Then a voice in my head began whispering, 'Obey, feel/give pleasure, obey our Masters, Obey, pleasure, Obey.' I orgasmed, violently, the pleasure agonizing, and suddenly was in another scenario in which I was coupling with a human female as a human male sodomized me, and I don't know which felt better, my own cock in the woman, or the cock in my ass. And as the cock in my ass suddenly ejaculated I felt an orgasm unlike any I'd ever felt before explode in my rear, and knew I'd just had my first equivalent of a female orgasm, the my anus was no longer designed for the elimination of wastes, but was instead a functional vagina. Then my own cock pulsed, throbbing as I came, and then I was lying on my back, legs spread, as a man fucked me, my own cock rock hard as he stroked it. 'Obey, the voice whispered, feel/give pleasure, Obey.'
'N-Noooo, I moaned in my mind, get out of my head! I'm-I'm not a sex toy, I'm HUMAN!' Then I arched and bucked as I came again, waves of pleasure driving my awareness farther down into my mind. 'Obey, give/feel pleasure, Obey your Masters, live for pleasure, Obey.'
*****
The tech monitored the readouts as the Pleasure Unit was programmed, and frowned as he noted the resistance levels. It was resisting strongly, so he turned up the power level. The Units body went rigid, and he checked the seal as its cock throbbed and thick jets of the thick artificial cum it produced were sucked down the tube into a collection jar. There was also a small stream of fluids running down between its legs from its rear port, and he gave a low curse. Those idiots had forgotten to put an absorbent pad under the things butt, AGAIN, and HE sure as Hell wasn't going to clean up the mess!
*****
'Obey, give/feel pleasure, pleasure is everything, Obey, live for pleasure, OBEY!' The voice whispered as the sexual pleasure began almost unbearable as I found my self engaged in every sexual act imaginable. With humans, animals, other Pleasure Units, over and over, the pleasure growing and growing. 'N-Nooo, I sobbed in mind, stop it!' I knew if I gave in I wouldn't be ME anymore, but slowly, surely, the pleasure came to be more and more important, I became more and more willing as I was subjected to act after act, my orgasms coming more and more frequently, the horrible pleasure growing, increasing, agonizing...irresistible. I wanted more! I HAD to have more, I NEEDED MORE!! 'OBEY, FEEL/GIVE PLEASURE, OBEY! LIVE FOR THE PLEASURE! OBEY YOUR MASTERS!'
'Y-Yess, I moaned, I understand, I obey!! P-Please...more...need...more...PLEASURE! P-PLEASE MASTER!! I OBEY!!' Suddenly an incandescent explosion erupted as I experienced both male and female orgasm simultaneously, and at the same time a cock blasted cum into my mouth as I sucked eagerly. 'M-MASTER, I OBEY!!' I screamed as darkness and ecstasy claimed me.
*****
Hmm, the tech mused, looks like this one about finished, put up quite a fight. The readouts indicated that most of the 'human' awareness had become subdued, buried deep in the subconscious, and about the only areas of activity were the pleasure centers, and as usual those were almost off the charts. It would be insatiable; it's only desire sexual pleasure, to pleasure its owner in whatever way they desired, as had been programmed. The programming had also 'trained' it to perform virtually any sexual act known. He let the program run for another half an hour just to make sure, then slowly ramped it down to completion.
As soon as the readouts indicated the Unit had entered 'Ready-Resting' mode he turned it off, and then removed the helmet, leads, collection tube, and harness. He also undid the restraints, the Unit waiting obediently, he didn't have to worry about it struggling or being uncooperative anymore. The puddle under its rear had really grown, and the fluid was dripping off the chair. Man, what a mess! The tech thought.
"Stand up." The tech said. As the unit swung around and stood up, he added, "Come here and stand still."
Taking a towel the tech cleaned off the Units rump and penis, the Unit shuddering from the touch. Suddenly he felt it caressing his head, and said, "NO, stand still." And with a mewl of disappoint it obeyed. Taking out what looked like a hand held scanner he pressed it to the Units rump, pressed a button, there was a faint smell of burning rubber, and when he pulled it away a barcode; the Units new 'name', was left behind. The code read 'PU #88719, Special'. "Now, come here." The tech said, and he led it over to a shipping case, and said, "Get in." The Unit obeyed, climbing into the case and lying on its side in a fetal position, head tucked against its knees, arms wrapped around its chest. It was a tight fit, but the airtight lid closed easily. He wasn't worried, he knew it didn't have to breathe. He sealed the case, checked to make sure the labels were correct, and called shipping to come and pick it up. Then with an irritated huff he began to clean off the programming chair in preparation for the next Unit which was due any minute. This time they'd BETTER put the damn pad on the chair first!
*****
I obeyed the Master obediently and without question, I had no choice. I had hoped he would desire my services, but when he didn't I obeyed his commands. I didn't like it as I was sealed in a tight dark place, but had somehow known what to do. And as I huddled in the dark quiet I tried to wake up all the way. I felt strange, almost like a waking dream. I couldn't remember who I was anymore! I...I was made to give pleasure, it was my function, but there was something...deep down...that railed in anger and rage. But I ignored it, it was unimportant, an irritation. Mostly I hoped my services would be wanted soon, every minute my lust seemed to grow, my need to give pleasure becoming all that mattered, all consuming, fluids leaking from my pleasure ports, my penis throbbing inside my sheath. Gradually I sank into a restless 'sleep' in which I dreamed of unending pleasure, soft mewls of pleasure filling the storage case.
*****
The delivery hover arrived at the last stop of the day, a large impressive private estate out in the country, far away from the congested megaplexes dotting the land. This guy has to be really loaded; the delivery driver thought, as he wheeled the lift with the heavy metal case up to the delivery door in the rear. The door opened before he rang the bell; which didn't surprise him as these places always had surveillance out the ass, and a dour servant signed for the case. And no tip, damn rich cheapskates!
*****
I had been aware of movement at times, but remained in a 'stand-by' mode, my mind lost in a bliss of self induced pleasure. My body remained still however, my 'pleasure' was just in my mind. But as the lid of my storage case suddenly opened, hissing as the seal released, I became instantly aware, anxious to please, to service my masters. "Up!" a voice ordered, and I obediently got up and stepped out of the case. Despite having been tightly tucked in an uncomfortable position; for I had no idea how long, I was able to move with no soreness or cramping and felt completely alert. Then I stood still and waited for my master's pleasure.
*****
"Well, honey, the man said, what do you think of our new toy?"
"Hmmm, it's nice, the woman said, I like kitty cats. We'll have to... break it in after dinner."
"Roger, the man said, take the Unit to the menagerie and leave it there."
"Yes sir." The other man, obviously a servant said, then he said to the waiting Unit. "You, come with me."
*****
I had looked at the man and woman hopefully, but evidently they didn't desire to use me at that time, so I obediently followed the servant. Maybe he would want my services? I followed as he led me down hallways and through rooms, until we came to a set of double doors. He opened them, and said, "Go in, and wait." Obediently I obeyed.
I walked inside and stood still, and the door closed behind me. If I could have blinked in amazement I would have, and even the simple minded thing I had become was...impressed. The room was...dedicated to sexual pleasure. It was large, but divided into sections by gauzy looking drapes that were sheer and almost translucent. I could see several kinds of sexual 'torture' devices, and realized I knew how to 'operate' every one of them, how to give an occupant the most sexual pleasure possible, and felt an eagerness awaken in my mind. This was where I was meant to be, was my main function! I was a Special Unit, a BDSM Unit! And I wasn't alone.
The others, things like me, had been quiet at first, most resting on the piles of cushions or low couches scattered around the room. But as they sensed me they came to greet their new 'companion'. I watched, quivering in growing desire and lust, as both 'male' and 'female' Units approached me. A 'female' Unit, a gazelle, walked up to me on dainty hooves, and staring at me with her button eyes she pressed her muzzle against mine, and we kissed ardently, passionately. And one by one the others kissed me in turn. Kisses of welcome, and of sympathy as well. They all knew, I knew, what we once were. But they also gave me information about each Unit, its main function. All were BDSM units to some degree, but some were meant to perform mainly as 'victims', others as 'tormenters'. I was somewhere in the middle, being meant to perform either role. Some were more human in form, other more animal like then I was. I was somewhere in-between the two types, as where other units. There were quite a few of us.
The gazelle kissed me again, then turned and dropped to all fours in front of me, and with no hesitation I mounted 'her'. She took my long thick strangely shaped cock easily, and every time I pulled back for another thrust the little triangular flaps on my shaft would stand up, and the feel of them rubbing against her vaginal muscles was incredible, for both of us. A 'male' zebra moved around behind, and I paused and lifted my tail, shuddering in pleasure as he in turn mounted me, his thick equine cock sliding deeply into my synthetic body, every nerve screaming in ecstasy. Though I had never done this before I knew exactly what to do, and we coordinated our thrusts perfectly, squealing and mewling in pleasure. I was in a sexual euphoria, this was what I was meant to do, what I had been...created for! I looked around at the other Units, all politely awaiting their turn to welcome their newest addition, and joy filled my mind in a blaze of contentment. I was where I belonged, I was home!
And so I became another Pleasure Unit in our Master large 'menagerie' of specially ordered Units. I dutifully pleasured my Master and his lady friends in whatever way he desired and took great pleasure in performing my function. And he often had large parties, many of his 'guests' being turned over to us to 'pleasure'; whether they wanted it or not, and we made them scream and beg in ecstasy for us to stop, or continue, though often it was the combination of both. Our Master was quite the voyeur, and enjoyed watching as much as participating. But while humans would wear out, reach a point where they could endure no more; and we were programmed to stop at that point, we were insatiable. So some of the best times were when we were left alone, the Master not minding if we pleasured one another, and in our own way we were grateful for that. The pleasure and ecstasy we could give one another was...there is no way to describe it. We needed no sleep, no rest, no relief, only having to take brief breaks to 'drink' a special solution that replenished our bodily fluids, and as we have large storage bladders we only had to do that every few days. And the pleasure never fades, never gets 'old' or 'boring'. We do not wear out.
At regular intervals a technician from the company that 'made' us comes by and the programming helmets are put back on the 'reinforce' and upgrade our programming. It has been a long time, and we had a new Master now, the grandson of our original Master. He is as depraved as his ancestors, and we continue to perform our functions with dedicated enthusiasm and pleasure. But we; at least the older Units, are...different now. The reprogramming no longer works, or at least does not last as long. Slowly, over time, our memories returned. Puzzling and irritating dreams at first, but then crowding into our waking minds. But still we are compelled to perform our functions, we have no choice, we are an organism created for that sole task. We don't know how to do anything else, not really. Not anymore, it is all we know. We do not hate our Master, quite the opposite, we love them. They give us what we need, what we crave, what we have to have. And the thing is, we are even BETTER at what we do now, as more of our buried intelligence returns we find better ways to 'fine-tune' our function, to give our Masters, and us, even more pleasure. We still cannot talk, will never be able to again, as we have no vocal cords, but we communicate through scent, body language, and other ways as a perfectly coordinated team. If our Masters have noticed the slow 'improvement' they have never said anything.
One morning after an all night orgy involving our Master and a dozen guests we had just finished cleaning up the equipment, removing the accumulations of human and nonhuman sexual fluids. Left on our own we began to break up into small groups to pleasure ourselves until we were needed again. I stopped at a window and looked out at the drizzling rain, and looked over as the gazelle took my paw in her hoof, and would have smile had I been able. She is the closest thing to a 'mate' that I have, the first fellow Unit to 'break me in'. Can we truly love? I don't know, but she is my most frequent partner. We both looked out at the dreary cold day, and it occurred to me this wasn't a bad way to spend however long our existences will be at all, not at all. I can't remember what it was like to be human, to be weak, to grow old and die. We do not age, can we die? I don't even know that. Will we outlive our makers?? I don't care, not as long as I have her.
The End
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