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Escaping the Chemical Farm

Part 3

For LaFontaine

By Draconicon

Every session of physical training ended with another session before the spirals and flickering words, and every time, Jacob and Bjorn pushed themselves to their limits to resist as much of the conditioning as they could. After seeing what had happened in front of the Director before, how they had embraced fucking each other as much as they had, the Doberman and bull knew that their only chance to get free rested on their willpower and resistance. If they were turned completely, if they were warped to the point where they would obey no matter what they were told to do, then they were doomed.

Jacob kept his head down and his mouth shut - at least, when he wasn't moaning - while Bjorn raved and complained, shouted and screamed when they were around. Two different approaches, two things carefully chosen between them in their few private moments. If one worked better than the other, then they would both embrace an approach. If they didn't, then they would continue to do different things, if only to keep the Saurians on their toes.

Neither one seemed any better suited to keeping their free will than the other. Jacob still found himself responding to the Director's commands when they were given, and Bjorn was no different.

It wasn't helping that they were forced to do things to each other, either. Jacob was sure that there would have been some way to resist if giving in didn't feel so good, or if he was assigned to someone that he hated rather than someone he trusted. The Director had to know that. The Saurian had to be playing them off of each other.

He growled under his breath every time he saw the back of the blue-coated lizard, but he could never bring himself to growl when he was there. There was something about the sadistic man that told him that sort of resistance was doomed from the start.

The days passed. At least, he hoped it was days, and not hours that felt like they were stretched into days. It was impossible to tell how much time passed in the little cell that had become their home, impossible to know what was going on in the outside world. The few times that they were allowed out to use the toilet, they did not pass by any windows, not allowed to see what was going on outside of the corridors. There was no knowing how long they had been kept prisoner.

And that's a problem...

The scientists departed again, taking with them the latest load of semen that the bull and Doberman had produced for them. The pair of them were hanging from their wrists, panting, their assholes expanded and filled with the latest set of plugs. Jacob forced himself to relax, knowing that the slightest clench could end up flooding his body with the aphrodisiacs inside of the damn thing.

That's a problem, because we have no idea where we are...

The Minister from the War department had promised them that he would come back to help them defect, but time has passed so slowly. Had it been a day since he'd come by with his offer? Two? A week? More?

Jacob shook his head as he forced himself to stand up normally. His legs ached from constantly standing on them, but that was a better ache than the slow, dull one that came when he hung from his wrists for too long. His hands felt like they were about to pop off of his arms, and his shoulders felt like they were ready to eject their limbs.

Bjorn wasn't so lucky. The bull's ass was twitching, and he knew that his second in command was under the effect of the aphrodisiacs already. The big guy's dick was up and throbbing, dripping on the ground below, and he grunted and lowed almost more like a cow than a proper soldier.

"Up...up!"

He would have kicked Bjorn if he could, but his legs were still restrained. Jacob snapped his teeth, and the click snapped the other man out of it.

"Wha?"

"Up! Get up!"

"Nnngh..."

"Get up!"

"Yes...yes sir..."

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the bull dragged himself back to his hooves. His cock throbbed in front of him, still, but at least he was able to stop clenching. Jacob shook his head.

"You're falling further..."

"We both are...it's not...it's not working..."

"Just a little longer."

"I don't know how...how much longer I can take..."

The last time that they'd been put through a private session for the Director, things had been changed up a little. Jacob had been allowed to be on top, and the Doberman had put his dick to use on the bull's ass. It gave him a little insight into how Bjorn must have felt when he was on top, feeling the pleasure wrapped around his dick, so close to what he was used to at home and yet, somehow better. Tighter, hotter than a pussy...

But Bjorn had been broken by it more than he had. The bull had not been able to meet his eyes ever since. Whether it was shame, or humiliation, or something else, his second in command was quite possibly broken, pushed past his boundaries to a point where he could not recover.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to know for sure, and if he was to plan, he needed to know. If he couldn't rely on Bjorn, then the bull was dead weight that had to be lugged along all the way to the shuttle. If he was able to fight, if he was able to hold his own, then he was an asset.

Jacob didn't let himself think about the 'dead weight' problem for more than a few seconds. He wasn't leaving Bjorn behind, and he wasn't going to just give up on him...but it made planning much harder.

Just assume he can't do it. If he surprises you, he makes it easier. If not, you're already prepared.

He had an idea, already. One that would work, if the Minister could get them out of this room, and if the Minister was willing to take a bit of humiliation. If those two factors would work...

The door opened again, and the Doberman turned his attention from his second in command to the bane of his existence. The Director walked in as he always did, his arms folded behind his back and his toe-claws announcing his arrival. He smiled, even as Jacob...didn't. He would have snarled, perhaps, but not now. Not this late in the game.

The Director looked between them, then whispered something, little more than a hiss. As soon as the sound left his lips, both soldiers groaned, feeling their cocks rising up even more, their shafts hardening and stiffening until the heads bloated out, like they were flexing their kegel muscles and couldn't stop.

More than that, they were dripping, their shafts rolling with pre, and veins started to pop along the sides as if they were still in the milking tubes. They grunted, they thrust, they panted, unable to help themselves.

Then the Director hissed something else, and their cocks just...stopped. They stopped dripping, they stopped throbbing, and they dropped right back down over their balls, flaccid and limp. The pair of them almost followed, their arms going weak.

"Nnngh..."

"Ah..."

They groaned and panted together, hating the feeling of helplessness that always came when the Director experimented with what he could do to their bodies. The Saurian always took such...glee...in being able to manipulate them like puppets. Jacob wanted nothing more than to rip the scientist's tongue out through his throat.

"It seems that you are growing increasingly well-conditioned. A few more sessions, and I imagine that you will be ready for sale. That is, if the Minister doesn't wish to buy you before then."

"Mmmph...You...you fuck...I won't...just let him fuck me..."

"I suppose that there is little enough resistance left. After all, you were willing enough to let your new mate here rut you."

"He's not - I'm not like that!" Bjorn bellowed.

"You were willing enough when you were told, and you left the appropriate mess along the floor to show satisfaction."

That was probably what had humiliated the bull more than anything else. The fact that he had been seen to enjoy getting fucked up the ass had made it all the worse. Jacob knew the pain, though he didn't have it quite as bad.

That was probably a warning sign, but for now, he worked with it.

The Director looked back at him, chuckling. Another hissing sound left the lizard's mouth, and this time, something else spasmed.

"GAH!"

Jacob couldn't help yelping and gasping as his ass clenched down, the trigger sound forcing him to squeeze on the plug in his ass as if it was a real cock, trying to milk it, trying to make it cum inside of him.

As soon as he clenched down the first time, it squished in his ass, releasing a blast of liquid aphrodisiacs. It started seeping into his anal walls, his hole warming up, his insides feeling ever more sensitive. His prostate was a traitorous organ, as ever, swelling up against the plug and feeling like it was getting stroked every time he twitched. His cock jumped back up, and strings and jets of pre-cum went flying as his ass spasmed like mad.

He struggled to stay upright, his knees clacking against each other and his hands balled into fists in stubborn resistance. His balls, constantly churning away, were pushing upwards, trying to spill a load already.

Another hiss, another clench, forcing that thick silicone bulge against his prostate. The Doberman's legs shook, then finally gave out, forcing him to hang from his wrists once more.

"Nnnngh...gah...ah...ah..."

He panted for breath, shaking his head, whimpering as he felt his balls pulling up, his cock aching from that sickly but wonderful pleasure that hit him from his ass. Each tap on his prostate released more of the aphrodisiacs, making his hole hungrier and hungrier to be used. He could feel the urge to hop onto Bjorn's dick again, and could only resist it from the combined help of the restraints and his knowledge that he didn't really want to do that, that it was programmed into him.

But it still hurt to deny the need. His tail was up as far as it could go, making him look like a tail-raiser himself, like he was trying to advertise himself to get a little attention. He twisted his head to the side, his cock tingling unnaturally, the pleasure from behind making him get closer and closer to cumming right then and there.

Just as he was on the edge, the Director called their cocks down again, forcing him to go soft once more. He went limp, his ass no longer clenching, but his hole still burned with a hunger that he didn't want.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bjorn in a similar state, but the bull had his eyes clenched shut. He shook, and he didn't know if his comrade was crying or just trying to get himself back under control.

He's down...he's down, alright.

"Perhaps your pride will last a few more sessions. I doubt that you will last more than...hmm, three. Three sounds about right."

Considering that the Director seemed to have a strange insight into these things, the Doberman imagined that the Saurian was probably right. There was no reason to doubt him, either. If they didn't get out soon...

He had to take a risk. He had to.

"Perhaps you should let the Minister test us himself," he said.

"...An interesting suggestion, mammal."

"You don't want to sell product that's keyed to one person but not another, do you? What if we escape, huh?"

"An interesting question. Not quite as interesting as the fact that you're bringing this up yourself. If the notion has occurred to you, why wouldn't you keep it to yourself?"

"Because I want to make sure that I get treated as nice as possible. Maybe if I just give in a little, you'll take it easy on me."

"Heh."

The Director chuckled, shaking his head. Jacob opened his mouth, only to freeze as the Saurian held up one hand.

"I can only imagine what sort of trick you think you can pull, mammal, but you have a point. It is worth interrupting a client's time to ensure that he has a proper product. I will summon him a day from now."

A day. That was...that wasn't great, but it was something. It meant only one more conditioning session - he hoped - and he could resist that, even if Bjorn was too broken down to be able to handle another one.

"In the meantime, you will be put back to conditioning."

He should have expected that. There was no way that the Director wouldn't be suspicious of him offering a potential weakness to the programming, and there was no reason to halt the programming without proof of that weakness. The Doberman bit his lip as the Director forced them to their knees, making them look across the room at the screens once more as they turned on.

The usual spirals started pulling at his mind as they appeared, dragging him down. He could feel the urge to submit, the words popping up on the screen filling his mind with images of Saurians over him. Without thinking, he breathed in, and the smell of the scaly musk that always came when they were near filled his mind.

It's getting worse, he thought as he felt his cock throb under him. This wasn't like that before...this wasn't...so strong...

He could feel the machines grabbing him from behind, the plug sliding free. The Doberman grunted as his hole was emptied, only to be filled again with something bigger, thicker, meatier. It wasn't a real cock, but it was a good cast, a good imitation. It pressed against his pucker and slid right in, the pressure on his prostate pushing him further and further down in his head.

Submission was right around the corner, and the only thing that he could do was try and resist. The only thing that he could attempt was to hold onto himself.

The question was...who was he, these days?

As the latest session came to a halt with a suddenness that surprised the Doberman, he fought to keep from falling flat on his face. His entire body felt limp after the last conditioning session, and he could only imagine the sort of commands that had been forced into his head from that. He struggled to keep himself upright, shaking his head as he pulled his gaze from the screen.

The Minister from the War Department had arrived. The broad-shouldered Saurian looked down at them, one eyebrow slightly raised as the scientists bustled about their duties. He asked with no more than that gesture if they were ready.

Jacob gave him the nod, and the Minister turned to the Director.

"I doubt that they'll have any issues with me, Director. I'll take them now."

"Hmm?"

"I said, I will take them now."

"...That is quite the leap, Minister. I assumed you'd wish proof of how well-conditioned they are. One of them did raise a fair -"

"If you are listening to mammals about how to run your experiments, perhaps you'd be better suited as an underling yourself. I am sure that there are many qualified researchers in this institute that would take your place without a second thought."

"..."

"Their leashes and collars. Now."

"...As you say, Minister."

The show of force was more than enough to replace a few chunks of Jacob's backbone, and the Doberman even risked grinning as the Director left the room. He knew that it would come back to bite him in the ass if the Minister backed down in the slightest, but right at that point, he couldn't care less.

They were going home. They were going home.

Minutes later, they were out of their restraint matrices, on their feet, and - while they were leashed and collared - being led through the hallways towards the hangar bay. Jacob could barely keep the smile off his face, and he had to elbow Bjorn several times to keep the bull from showing his own glee.

All around them, scientists that had poked, prodded, and even fucked them watched with narrowed eyes. Not one of them seemed happy about them leaving, and he could hardly blame them. He imagined that he and his second in command had made for good entertainment while they were there. The fact that they hadn't broken nearly as quickly as the rest of the captives must have made for good betting pools, at the very least.

But now that was over. Now they were going home.

The long, narrow corridors eventually gave way to the hangar. In the middle of it was the shuttle that would take them out of here, a small-ish craft that was shaped like a low hover-car with retractable wings at the sides and back. It wouldn't be good in atmosphere, but it was fine for going from place to place outside of it.

Has a warp drive, too; we can hop right to the edge of the Far-Flung Furs space...

The Minister gestured for them to go inside, and they hurriedly did so, mostly to get their bare feet and hooves off of the cold metal floor. The Minister followed them in, and - after clearing departure with the bigger ship - they left.

The expanse of black and white of deep space had never been so welcoming as it was at that moment. As the Minister steered them away from the larger craft, Bjorn flashed him a look. Jacob knew what it meant.

Overpower him?

It was a thought, and one that was highly appealing. If the controls had looked any more similar to what he was used to, he would have gone for it. Just because the Minister wanted to defect didn't mean that he was the best one to leave in charge. But for now...

They traveled at sub-light speeds for about an hour, leaving the institute of a ship behind. However, as they were about to jump, the Minister turned.

"I need the clearance codes."

"...What?" Jacob asked.

"The clearance codes. The codes to get past the border defenses. You have them, yes?"

"Well, yes, but you don't need that. Just go to the border, and I'll clear us when we get there."

"You don't understand. The moment we jump, my...associates will be after us. They'll come out of warp right behind us, weapons firing. If we're not on the other side of the defensive line, we'll be slaughtered."

Jacob hissed under his breath. He hadn't thought of that, and considering the paranoia that was rampant on both sides, it was entirely possible that all high-up officers were constantly tracked. There was no excuse for heading to the Far-Flung Furs and their systems from here, and they'd definitely realize what was going on.

At the same time, the bypass codes were dangerous to hand out. If the enemy got their hands on them, they could leap past the border weapon stations right into undefended territory. It would take years, if not more, for all the raiders to be rooted out again.

"It's the only way," the Minister said. "If we aren't inside the defenses..."

Bjorn and Jacob shared a look. It was a risk, and one they had to take. They each shared their half of the code, and the Saurian turned back to the console, flicking across several screens before transmitting the code...

" Code Accepted."

"...Accepted?" Bjorn whispered.

"It's not us...it's them! You traitor!"

Jacob and Bjorn lunged forward, only to stop in their tracks as the Saurian Minister lifted a finger. They could not move even an inch forward, their bodies frozen in tense, invisible restraints. Their muscles refused to obey, their bodies stuck in stasis.

"That will do it," the Minister said, chuckling. "As if I would give up this comfortable role...I imagine that your side will be hard-pressed to deal with our scout ships after this. Whether it is merely months of chaos, or if they succeed in opening a true hole in your defenses, it doesn't matter. It will distract your side from pushing any further past the border while they deal with the internal problems, and that will be enough for us."

The Doberman gritted his teeth as he strained against the control that held him back. If it had been a mere forcefield, or some other restraint matrix, he might have had some trick to get through it, had some idea of how to beat it. As it stood, this was all in his head, and the Saurians had done a better job than he had ever imagined getting him to follow orders.

He grunted as he fought against the Minister's power over him, struggling to wiggle even a finger. If he could do that, if he could prove that his body was still his own, then he had a chance. He could do something to push forward.

But nothing obeyed his mind. He couldn't even look at Bjorn to see if the bull was having any better luck. All he could do was look at the smirking politician.

"It seems that you're having a bit of difficulty, mammals. Allow me to ease your problem. Kneel."

The naked mammals hit the deck, their knees clicking as they fell before the Minister. Just like that, they had moved, but they were not able to move any further. All they could do was stare straight ahead, glaring at the man that had taken their freedom from them...at the man that had convinced them to betray their people.

"Oh, you need not look so glum. You mammals have your own hungers and needs, though it takes our science to push them to the fore."

"Mmmph...then why haven't you?"

"Because you were required." The Saurian chuckled. "You were Intelligence. There were things that needed to be drained from your minds before we took them from you. And now that you have..."

Jacob hissed, knowing what was coming and dreading it. One last push against the control on his body failed, and he braced himself for what was coming.

"Descend into Bliss."

The Doberman stiffened, his eyes going wide as his skull felt like it was expanding. There was something warming him from inside the bone, his brain feeling like it was growing, flowing out, thought and cares leaving and...

And pleasure...

So much pleasure rushing through him. The Doberman gasped for breath as his cock rose up without the slightest touch, getting stiffer by the second and starting to dribble along the floor of the cockpit. His eyes began to close, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he started to twitch, thrusting against nothing but air.

Bjorn was no better, the bull's wider tongue falling free and oozing drool to the floor below. The two mammals humped the air, their cocks throbbing hard.

Think...think...

But thinking was so hard. It was better to let it go. To fall. To -

Descend into Bliss.

Yes, that was what he needed. To fall, to let himself sink into bliss, to be a pleasurable little toy. He grinned, eager to give what he could. The more that he did for the Saurian masters, the more that they would do for him. He would be a good dog, and the master would give him what he wanted.

"Come."

He obeyed, and he felt a little more thought slip away. He could still think, of course. A good toy was supposed to think, to know what its master and owner wanted from it. Jacob could do that. He looked at the Saurian's crotch, saw the bulge that waited for him, and he leaned in.

Thick bull fingers and finer Doberman ones undid the Saurian's pants, allowing the cock inside to come out. It was already hard as a rock, and the tip was wet and musky with a hint of pre coming through. He flicked his head to the side, licking the droplet free and then some. Bjorn did the same trip, and they set to work to give the Minister all the pleasure that he might want.

The Saurian smiled at them, nodding.

"Good."

They moaned at that, happy that their guess had been correct. They could give the master pleasure, and he would give them praise. The more praise they got, the better they felt, and the better they felt, the more they'd want to serve.

Even knowing the cycle did nothing to allow them the chance to break free. All it did was make them want to follow it all the more strenuously.

Some time later, they were back on the institute ship, hanging from their restraints as a new pair of goggles were fitted to the sides of their head. Colorful swirls dragged them down into Bliss again, forcing them to remain in trance as more and more programming was stuffed into their heads. Neither Intelligence officer complained. They were eager to learn how to best serve their master.

Jacob's eyes danced with the pleasurable images and words that spun before him. Sometimes, he would see dicks rising out of the swirls, cocks that were eager to be sucked, eager to be serviced. Other times, he saw asses, rumps spread and closed alike, and he would know that he was supposed to fuck.

They came to him in fits and bursts, but the cocks were always Saurian, and the asses were always mammalian. There was never any doubt where he belonged, and never any cluelessness as to what his station was.

He kept forgetting that Bjorn was beside him, occasionally reminded of the bull by the sudden bellow of pleasure that came before an orgasm. When he remembered that his former second in command, now fellow slave, was there, he grinned. Mostly from the hypnosis telling him that he needed to be ready to fuck or be fucked at any time, but he had gone from trepidatious to eager when it came to servicing his fellow soldier.

As the milking machine along his cock continued its omnipresent suction, he was vaguely aware that someone else had stepped into the room. The Doberman rolled his head to the side, not quite interested enough to look through the spirals to see what it was, but not quite out of it enough to completely dismiss it.

"...codes...useful..."

"Yes. Anything...from them?"

"Not likely. Their minds...drained...probably focused...dick now..."

It was the Minister, he realized, the master that had owned them and taken them in. He smiled wide, even going so far as to pant through an open mouth at the thought of the master seeing him and Bjorn like this. Maybe they would be set free, to be allowed to give service again. It had been a while since they had been allowed to do something for someone else, and he was sure that they could give them something fun.

The voices paused, then the Minister continued, chuckling.

"Don't worry. The mammals are aware of me, even when they shouldn't be."

"Isn't that a safety risk?"

"Not this late in the procedure. They are aware of their master and wish to serve. Nothing more."

"Mammals have a...distinct need to give service, it seems."

"More that their bodies are conditioned to crave pleasure on a different level to our own. It is...interesting, seeing that hunger. Would you care to experience it, Courier?"

"If there is time, Minister."

"There is always time."

Unseen hands pulled the bull and the Doberman free of their restraints, setting them on the floor with their asses pointed to opposite sides of the room and their eyes faced towards each other. Even now, with the goggles off, they were forced to stare into the semi-spirals that were always in the other's eyes, and they were made to fall deeper, deeper into trance.

No. They merely descended further into bliss.

Service was good, and service was all. They were meant to serve the superior Saurian ones, to be the soft-furred ones under the scaly masters. They would do as they were told, and all acts of service, no matter how embarrassing, were to the betterment of the Saurian people.

That was their fate, and that was their pleasure.

Jacob moaned as he felt the scaly hands of his master rubbing along his hips, forcing his legs a bit further apart and allowing his cock to flop down. Lacking the milking machine, it could only harden with a word from the master, and without that word, it was nothing but a useless piece of flesh. Just as was proper before the masters, if one was not of their sort.

After all, a mammal need not ever fuck. A mammal need only be fucked.

He could barely see around Bjorn's face, but he could see another Saurian, smaller, slimmer, taking up a position behind the bull. Then he moved just far enough back for him to be invisible, his eyes once more taken up with the spiral swirls that filled Bjorn's eyes, just as he knew the bull's attention was taken up with those in his. They were caught, dropped deep as hot cocks flopped on their asses.

"What are you?" the Minister asked.

"Slaves," they said together.

"What is your purpose?"

"The pleasure and advancement of the Saurians," they answered.

"And why do you do this?"

"Because it is our place to bring pleasure, to receive pleasure."

As soon as they said it, he felt the Minister's cock throb against his ass, and he knew that he'd given the right response. He had done the right thing, and his master was pleased with him. It was enough to send a shiver of pleasure through him, making him wish to do all the more to make his master happy.

He felt the master's cock sliding against his pucker, and he moaned just as Bjorn did as the other Saurian used him. It was time to be of proper use again, and as far as Jacob was concerned, there was no better place to be.

The End