Satisfied Staff is Productive Staff
Satisfied Staff is Productive Staff
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Alex was looking forward to another quiet night at work when he arrived punctually at 9:30 pm to the Schillinger Building and made his way through the staff entrance and into the labyrinthine interior of the structure. The tiger had been working for the Corporation for three months now, serving as a lower end night security guard at the great research facility for the pharmaceutical company. He found it to be a good job, being little stressful, adequately paid, and with enough perks to keep him happy about it, even with the night shifts that he was supposed to pull. He didn't mind that much, having always been one to stay up late to do fun stuff. Even if walking around the building and checking things or staring at security camera monitors wasn't probably the most amusing activity to consider, it was still better than his previous work.
The biggest perk for Alex in regards to this job was that nothing really ever happened. The biggest events so far had been one lost keycard belonging to a staff member who had stayed in late to continue his research, and a misplaced car on the underground parking levels, which had required some of his attention. Besides that, he had not been needed for anything besides acting as a mobile, living deterrent to anyone who might want to try and sneak in into the research laboratory.
Alex was in quite the fine mood in the locker room as well, where he put on his uniform, the attached utility belt, shoes and other regalia belonging to his trade before he signed up at the log-in system that tracked the goings and comings of all the staff and visitors, and then it was his time to simply wander about. The tiger had several routes he was supposed to follow, mostly to check the elevators, the staircases and the exists so that all the escape routes would be available in case of an emergency, and to make sure that no unwanted people lurked on the corridors of the Building.
The tiger did not hurry on his rounds. It could take up to an hour on one go. His route spanned several floors and he had to scale the steps and take the elevators to cover all of the places he was supposed to visit. His radio would occasionally squeak with greetings from his colleague, Jules, in the big control room at the service level where the stallion remained in front of the great monitoring console and followed the tiger's route from the numerous display screens where a wandering uniformed tiger could often be spotted, going past the field of view of any particular camera.
In Alex's mind it must've made for really boring reality TV, thought the tiger, and let out a little purring laughter while he continued on his way, nightstick swinging about on his hip.
"Control to Echo Two, do you read me?"
Alex was checking the fire escape door on a 12th floor hallway when his radio cracked into life and prompted his attention.
"Echo Two here," he said, "what is it?"
"I just got a call from 15 slash three oh one, there's someone still working up there and they wanted the guard to pop by, can you head over and see what's the issue?" the familiar voice of Jules buzzed out of the small speaker on the transceiver clipped onto Alex's jacket lapel.
The tiger pressed the tangent down and spoke his reply.
"Any idea what's going on there?"
"That's a negative," the horse said, all business, "they just said that they wanted the security to come by, I'd imagine that someone has misplaced a key or something, and you have the skeleton key with you, don't you?"
"I certainly do," Alex said, "I'll head over there at once, yeah."
"Roger that. Control out."
"Over and out," Alex tapped the radio once more before he headed down the hallway to go to the main elevator lobby and catch one to the 15thfloor. He had already climbed so many stairs that he didn't really feel like scaling another three flights just to run an almost pointless errand for some absentminded professor still working along in one of the building's many laboratories. Alex didn't see inside them very often, considering he was only a low ranking member of the staff, and would only get glimpses at them while he was asked to do something like the task he'd just been given. He wasn't entitled to see very much, after all.
Everything appeared completely normal in the deserted lobby on the 15th floor. Alex hadn't really expected anything to be amiss, either, but it was a fine thing to note, and he relaxed an extra tad while he continued on his way to find his ultimate destination. A helpful sign led him to a pair of nondescript steel doors simply marked with a stenciled "15-301" upon its surface. There was an ID card reader on the side, which he promptly used, but got an error message when he slid his card through the slot.
!!WARNING!!
!!SECURITY LEVEL NOT VALID!!
That did not surprise him much. There were many places he wasn't allowed to, after all. At least there was a button for the intercom on the same panel, and he pressed it down to buzz the alarm on the inside of the laboratory, to rouse the attention of whoever was hidden within.
He did not have to wait very long, before the panel beeped again, and a voice greeted him from the little speaker grate.
"Hello?"
Alex pressed the button down to speak his reply.
"Good evening, this is security!" the tiger stated. "I understand you requested the presence of the night watchman?"
"Ah, yes!" the voice gargled on. "Yes, yes, I shall let you in, just a moment!"
Whoever was speaking there did not sound like was in any particular hurry, not in trouble. Alex could already envision the possible problem being something akin to a jammed storage cabinet door, or maybe a stuck printer. It seemed to him that sometimes these scientists were completely useless when it came to anything particular. It would take a tiger in his blue uniform to come along and to save the day, he thought, with a little smile of his own while he waited.
It took perhaps 30 seconds before the door opened, accompanying by a beep of the security panel, and a tall orca appeared in front of the tiger. He was taller than Alex, clad in a classic white lab coat and was older than Alex, the cat thought,when the stranger looked down upon him.
"Security?" the orca questioned.
"Yes, sir, that's me," Alex said, "What seems to be the trouble here?"
The orca gave him another quick look before he spoke again.
"We have a bit of a problem with some equipment here, and I think you might be able to help," the orca said and stepped back to make some room on the doorway, "do come in, please, just this way!"
"Alright, sir," the tiger replied politely, as professionally as he knew to. Alex felt that acting like that was the best way to make the right impression, and who knew, maybe that would lead into a raise, or even a promotion. He definitely wouldn't mind getting a bit of a boost up the professional ladder like that.
The door led into a wide corridor, lined with other doors and windowed partitions into research areas. They looked very high-tech for Alex, who looked curiously into the dimly lit rooms beyond, full of equipment he had only seen in sci-fi movies, ranging from robot arms to test tubes and big mysterious cabinets that probably cost hundreds of thousands of dollars and did all sorts of interesting scientific things.
The orca walked quite briskly through the hallway, his tailfin swinging from side to side under the hems of his lab coat, something that caught Alex's eyes a couple of times in the process. They didn't meet anyone else on the walk through the quiet section of the facility, which did not surprise Alex at this hour. It was after 11 pm, after all.
"And here we go..."
The orca placed his palm over a dark glass plate by another door, and used his ID key card as well for extra security, before the door was opened accompanying by loud hissing.
"This is the lab, do come in, just follow me, it is completely fine!" the orca enthused. "I'm sure it won't take more than a couple of minutes."
Alex trailed the orca through this new door and into another room, beyond the hallway. He was quite surprised with what he saw there, as well. The room was taller than the hallway, seeming to span at least three floors so that it appeared to be cavernous in size. There were at least three others in the room he could see, clad in their white coats and tapping away on computer stations that were set upon one of the walls. Large units of equipment littered the room, and pipes, tubes and cables ran between them before they all seemed to converge on a strange cylinder on the very center. It was a slightly raised platform, and several ring-shaped pieces of equipment hovered above it, suspended by some structures Alex couldn't make out even if he craned his head back to see there more carefully.
"Impressive, isn't it?"
Alex almost jumped. He felt his cheeks warm with some guilt at having been caught ogling by the orca, whom had been watching him look all around the high tech laboratory.
"It's...it's very big...," the tiger replied, with a small smile, "I've never seen anything like it before!"
"I'd be surprised if you did!" the orca chuckled. "It is quite experimental still, but we have been making great strides lately in material control and other features of this magnificent device. Of course there are still some kinks that need to be sorted out but..."
The orca clicked his tongue, and grinned.
"...but we're getting there, I think..."
Alex nodded. He had no idea what the orca was talking about, in that the purpose of the machine and the laboratory were a complete mystery for him yet, but he did want to make a good impression.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, what was it that you needed my help with, sir?" the tiger stated. "I understand it was possibly something urgent?"
The orca clicked his tongue once again, and dug one of his hands into his coat pocket.
"Ah, yes, yes, there was something here...just a moment..."
Alex could see how the orca's hand moved expansively in his pocket. Maybe it was one of those bottomless ones, Alex thought, so full of things that he just couldn't find anything in there anymore. Maybe it was a scientist thing.
"Ah, yes...ahem...yes, here it is! Here we are!"
Alex watched how the orca opened his hand and revealed a small grey steel cylinder resting on his palm. He didn't know what it was meant for, yet the orca seemed quite happy about his find.
"Just a moment..."
The orca picked up the cylinder and pressed the top of it, before holding it like a pen.
"Ah yes..."
It happened in a flash. The orca grabbed the tiger's arm with a surprisingly firm grasp and brought the gray cylinder down against the tiger's exposed neck. Alex felt a small stinging sensation, heard a hiss, and suddenly his eyes were washed over in yellow, like he was staring directly into the sun.
"Oh!" gasped the tiger, before he felt like he was falling.
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Thus the security guard was unconscious, not about to fall to the floor, but to be gently placed there by the orca's strong arms. He slept with a soft dozing noise, while the rest of the staff mulling about the laboratory gathered around him, looking down at the unconscious male with grins on their muzzles.
"He looks perfect," stated one of them, a lion.
"I think he is," said another, a stallion.
"Yes," said the orca, "he shall be just fine for our purposes. Bring the gurney, we shall start preparations immediately for his installation."
"Right away, Professor."
They brought over a hospital-like gurney, and the tiger was lifted on it, his arms and tail dangling limply over the edges when he was carted out of the laboratory and into a smaller side room. Here, under the bright lights above, Alex was being worked on by staff wearing plastic aprons, gloves and masks on him. They removed his belt and cut his clothing away, leaving the striped cat nude on the plastic-covered gurney.
They washed him, and sprayed his furs with a shiny substance that matted his furs close to his newly dried, clean skin. They fitted a maw piece that covered Alex's teeth completely, and forced his lips to remain in an open position at all times. Tubes pushed into his nostrils seemed to have the same purpose, and protruded out of then like strange antennas. His eyes received contact lenses of some strange black substance that gave them an equally unearthly quality as well.
The tiger slept through all this, and even when electrodes were placed on his chest, and a rubber tube pushed into his ass administrated a copious enema that was emptied into the accompanying bag. A copiously lubricated plug was then pushed into the tiger's asshole and left there, even while the staff worked still, to wind a glistening catheter through the tiger's pisshole and into his bladder directly. That in turn was attached onto a bag strapped by the tiger's belly, taped onto the skin and fur there.
They moved him like a rag doll, completely unaware of the world while these administrations took place, and he did not come about until two hours later, to the noises from around him, and the brush of cold air on his fur.
"Huuulhhlh!" Alex tried to form words, but he could not speak. The rubbery gag in his maw made it impossible for him to move his lips to form proper words, and all he managed was a huffing breath and a gargle of drool coming off his muzzle.
He knew he was standing upright, he could feel it, but he could not see, and none of what he felt and heard made much sense. He could only smell rubber, a strange, tangy scent that seemed very intense
He began to shiver.
"Alex..I hope you feel good now, as your great dream is about to come true..." a voice spoke from nearby...was it the orca?
Alex tried to move, but found himself unable to turn his head to follow the source of the noise.
"We will begin now...oh how much you'll enjoy it!"
The floor under his footpaws began to vibrate, and the tiger shivered. He still tried to speak up, to yell for help, but his mind felt clouded still from whatever chemical had been used to make him sleep.
"Initiate the spray sequence!"
Unseen to the blind-folded tiger, the rings above the platform came down, a series of them, suspended from their mechanical arms. A loud buzz echoed from the massive device, before the rings began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed.
"Everyone, stand back from the rig!"
The hot substance seemed to come onto him from all sides, heavy, thick, landing and feeling almost burning while it sank onto his skin and pressed onto his fur. The tiger stood still, unable to move, for fear, for the anesthesia, for the resin that had been applied to him to prepare for the spray that now fell onto him.
Black, shiny goo, from the ear tips to his tail and footpaws, covering the tiger from every single direction so that it clung to him and then slowly started to solidify. It seemed perfectly uniform, wherever you looked at, slowly taking over the tiger's body until his furs could not be seen anymore, the stripes unable to be separated from the mass of black rubber-like liquid covering his body.
However long it lasted, Alex could not know. The sounds became dulled when the goo covered his ears. It covered his whiskers, his paws, every single inch of him that was closed into the embrace of the material that first felt hot, then cooled down into the tiger's own body temperature.
After an unmentionable time, the rings came to a halt, still dribbling some of the black rubber from the countless little nozzles that covered their circumference and had been used to print the tiger's body into a shroud of black, shiny substance.
"STAND BY FOR DETACHMENT!"
The tiger was manipulated anew, unable to perceive nothing more than muffled voices and the motion that was applied to him when he was moved about, not on his own accord. Again he was oblivious to everything that happened beyond his own world of rubber, dull, uniform, and dark.
He didn't see them polishing the surface, to ensure that there was a uniform sheen to it, or cutting any excess that might have malformed onto the surface on the more difficult to mold contours. They ensured that the paws, the ears, the tail, that everything was covered completely except but the strange protrusions of the breathing holes, a round gag over the muzzle, and the mushroom-shaped top of the plug that had been bludgeoned into the tiger's ass to ensure that the liquid rubber substance would not flow into his hole.
A rattle, almost like the noise of a radio going off, like the one Alex used in his job as a guard, filled his ear. It sounded so loud that he wanted to yell in surprise, but of course he could not move his lips at all, or make a noise, just to slap his tongue about uselessly.
"Hello, Alex."
That was definitely the orca, he thought, anxiously, breathing open-mawed through his rubberized muzzle.
"I am Professor Schillinger. This is my facility, and you have just been promoted to a very valuable new position within my company."
What? - thought the anxious tiger.
"Your talents would be wasted as a simple watchman, Alex. That staff physical you got when you started working here...it included a part you don't remember, because you received a chemical substance that removed your memory of it...but you were interviewed rather thoroughly while your brain was scanned for reactions to various stimuli...and we discovered who you really are, Alex."
Alex really couldn't remember a single thing about such an event. It seemed so strange to hear about it, spoken so casually like this.
"...yes...we know your secrets...how your only desire is to submit your body for strong men to use you for their pleasure..."
Alex wondered whether he was blushing or not. He could not feel it, not with the rubber pressing onto him from all directions in such a manner. He could only pant through the holes that allowed him to breathe, pant and listen.
"...oh yes...we monitored all your reactions and you were aroused almost beyond the scale we use...so very much aroused by the idea of giving yourself for others to use as they please...and now that wish has come true for you, Alex..."
He couldn't believe it. How could they have known? What did they do?
"Your lust will now be the only thing you know...lust and the cocks of the men you shall serve with your body...you will be their prime amusement...after all, satisfied staff is productive staff, isn't that so, Alex?"
Alex gasped, through the breathing hole that kept his muzzle gaping open. This...this really couldn't be happening could it?
"...yes...for as long as the staff will find you amusing, of course...then I'm afraid it'll be back to other duties...but until that...enjoy your new life, slut, as the company cock sleeve!"
The previously quite matter-of-fact tone became lusty and drawling by the time the speaking orca ended his tirade into Alex's ear, and then silence fell again, for a moment, before the tiger felt himself being moved once again, to destinations unknown.
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When the staff of the Schillinger Building arrived to their workplaces in the morning, logged in and began their duties, there was a message on the highly protected intranet communication system, labeled: "NEW STAFF BENEFIT ENACTED"
_ Whom it may concern: _
_ A new staff benefit has been installed to Room 10-450. Remember that this is a privilege given to the staff here at Schillinger, and it should not be taken for granted. Keep things civil and courteous, and we shall all be enjoying this benefit for a long time to come. _
_ Yours truly, _
_ G. Schillinger, CEO _
Considering the circulation of the message throughout the computer network of the laboratory complex, and the staff demographics, it was no surprise that by the time the coffee break rolled around, the break room euphemistically called 10-450 was getting crowded, and it wasn't because of the mocca on the offer.
They gathered eagerly around the black figure, settled on all fours on a platform on a corner of the room, in a niche of the L-shaped room so that one had to walk to the very end of the room to find the throng of men watching curiously at the happenings.
"That's a fucking sexy rubber doll is that!" someone called out, a cougar who was stroking the front of his pants while licking his lips.
"...wonder who the lucky bastard is..." another one added, ears drooping a little in self-consciousness.
The black rubber doll did not answer, of course, considering that Alex's muzzle had been secured so that while he could breathe, there was no way for him to speak with the rubber fittings covering his teeth. He was secured onto a raised rig, arms and legs tied down with rubber bindings so that he was on all fours, rubber tail held up so that both ends of him were definitely open for business.
What a fantastic sight it was for every horny male entering this special staff recreation area. They would come in and see the doll, all shiny rubber and with two orifices simply waiting to be used, and a nearby tub of lubricant provided handily so that anyone could simply slap it on and saddle up.
The new rubber tiger had seen very little rest since the first staff entered the room and discovered the new addition to the staff comforts at the Schillinger Building. It was simply too tempting to come in for a cup of coffee and see that a wholly different kind of an urge could be also deal with in such a convenient fashion.
Alex hadn't seen the male, and had barely heard anything, either, but when heavy paws slapped on his ass and a big, thick cock speared into his lubricated asshole, the tiger began to pant open-mawed through his rubber gag. The cock felt huge, not the dong of a horse but perhaps a bear, the slutty tiger wondered, going on the simple sensation of the dick sinking into his rubber-lined ass and pumping into him hard. He was pressed onto the rubber bench and the binding squeaked while his body rocked back and forth, being used by whoever had first found the new sex slave rubber tiger to be employed as the common cum dump.
The first ride didn't last very long, only a few minutes of hard pounding that already made Alex's sore and his prostate glow, his own cock hard and throbbing but with nowhere to go inside the rubber that covered his entire body. They hadn't even needed to apply a separate chastity device - the spray of liquid rubber that instantly solidified was more than enough to ensure that no undue stimulation would come for the tiger in his new role at the Corporation. Alex knew, by now, anyway, that his only purpose there was to let anyone who wanted to drop a quick load to get rid of any tension that might be hindering them from their highly focused work - and what would be a better way to do so than to sink their cock into a hot, shiny rubber toy and plough away?
This is what the first visitor thought, indeed, when he blasted his hot cum into Alex's rear, pulled out, and departed from the tiger's yawning pucker after giving him a special goodbye in the form of a hard spank on one of his rubberized, round ass cheeks. He must've said something, but the panting tiger's covered ears could not pick it up properly.
He remained there, waiting and leaking cum that dribbled down a grate in the floor on his ass end to be stored in a special tank from where it could be fed to the tiger at the end of the day to show him what a good job he was doing. Alex wondered just how long he would have to remain so, completely engulfed in the material of his dirtiest fantasies and performing the duty that his secret sexual desires built upon.
How desirable he must have looked, all in rubber, with two pink holes to -
The tiger's thoughts were interrupted by a stout barbed cock suddenly plugging his muzzle. He would have gagged with the thick, musky tool sliding over his trapped tongue, and he feared it might have gone deep enough to stop him from breathing if it wasn't for the tubes in his nostrils that provided the outside air for him even if his muzzle was stuffed full.
It was a highly fragrant member, and made Alex feel even hornier while he attempted to suck in it, though for most part the owner of this great feline dick was content with face-fucking the rubber tiger to his heart's content. Alex could feel the heat and weight of balls slapping his muzzle, and the barbs on that cock were rubbing his tongue raw by the time there was a loud rumble, and the cum gushed directly down his throat.
Alex mewled unhappily when the cock was pulled away, yet he did not have to wait for long. Soon there was another cock wanting a go at his ass, thick, blunt, and definitely equine in shape. There were no preliminaries, either, the lubed dick simply touched his asshole and began to bore in, forcing the tiger's once tight hole open.
Alex moaned and purred, loudly and with drool dribbling down from his muzzle hole, for an unknown time before there was a crackle in his ear.
"Enjoying yourself now, Alex?"
He knew that voice! It was Jules, the horse from the security office? Was it Jules who was now fucking him, filling the tiger's rump to the brim with his very thick horsecock with every thrusts he made into Alex's guts.
"_Auuhuhhhh!"_Alex drawled.
He felt hands grasping on him, strongly so that the sensation transmitted through the thick material of the rubber suit, and the cock seemed to come into him even faster, pounding away so that he was slammed onto the bench that served as his makeshift bedding.
"Been waiting for so long to get a good crack at this hot little ass of yours...and they've made you up so sexy, too, it's fantastic...I'm gonna come here every day now to give you a nice big load in your ass or your muzz, slutboy..."
Alex moaned submissively, feeling the cock churn deep into his guts while the horse whinnied and continued to pound his frustrations away into the former security guard's complacent rear.
"Humph! Ah! Uh!"
The tiger's moans and mewls would've continued for even longer while he was fucked hard, if it wasn't for yet another cock pressing against his muzzle...belonging to a well hung killer whale, the tiger could tell, and murred happily while he accepted this yet another prize for being the new company slut, destined to be filled with cock until he could take no more, and still be left wanting.
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