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Milking a Mouse

Laboratories were no strange sight to the mouse. With many of his own, he would wager he had spent as much time in one as out of them, if not more. The metallic walls, the small cameras that were set up on every side, even the nudity of the experimental subject were familiar to him. It was simply the standard way of operating things.

Of course, this was the first time that the experimental subject was him.

"Whoever's in charge here definitely runs a tight operation," Salla muttered under his breath, scratching at the back of his neck as he took stock of the situation. The white furred mouse was unbound, though with the lack of obvious exits from the room, that didn't mean much. No clothes, tools, or way out could be seen, though that was, again, expected. The room was kept at a comfortable temperature, not too hot or too cold, and the metal panels under his feet seemed comfortable enough. Better than the cold ones that his tigress lieutenant kept under the Urals.

Despite that, a comfortable lab was, at its heart, a lab, and a prison for a subject that didn't want to be there. And Salla most definitely didn't want to be here.

"Would it be possible for me to speak to someone in charge?" the mouse said, turning to one of the cameras on the walls. "I'm sure you'll find that I can be very reasonable, if you actually bother talking with me. If you don't...well, I do have means of making life difficult for any scientist."

The camera simply continued to stare at him, and when no response was forthcoming, Salla shrugged and turned away. "If that's how you want to play this, so be it," he said as he walked towards the far end of the room. He placed his fingers against the panels, sliding them down the wall until they fit into the slight seam between the panels. There were only so many different ways to build a lab, particularly one that needed to act as a containment cell as well as a testing chamber, and he'd used many of them himself. If there was a way out of here, it was only a matter of time until he found it.

A long row of monitors displayed many different experiments, but even with so many they still had to cycle between different rooms, different people that were kept hidden for amusement and pleasure. But for the moment, a cluster of four in the center of the rows were focused on the newest capture, and the arctic fox seated in front of them smiled as he watched the naked mouse.

Salla. The Man in Red. A criminal mastermind that had been getting a little bit too close to the fox's own operations, not to mention a mouse that was quite famous and powerful in his own right. He had sparked the fox's attention, and subsequently, his fascination.

Sanmer leaned back in his chair, white lab coat flowing over the arms of his seat. His fingertips pressed against each other as he smiled, chuckling under his breath as the mouse started walking around the room. "You are going to be fun, Salla; you are going to be very fun indeed," the fox said. "You might be a genius...but so am I. And here, I'm holding all the cards." He almost wished that he could turn on the intercom and say that for the mouse to hear, but the fox wasn't going to risk things like that. Even with the little 'modifications' to Salla's body while the mouse had slept, he knew enough about his captive to know it wasn't a good idea to give him any information that wasn't necessary. It only allowed more chances for escape, and he didn't want the mouse to leave just yet. Not before he got his sample, at any rate.

He found himself interested in the mouse's attempts to find a way out of the chamber. Salla was surprisingly thorough; rather than simply walking along the walls, the mouse lowered himself to a crawl and even stood on his tip toes, following the cracks between the panels through the room. He even lowered himself to crawling along the floor, feeling for any gaps. If the lab had been anywhere near standard, Sanmer admitted that the mouse might have had a chance to find his way out.

But his lab was nothing close to standard, and the experiment he was going to run was far from government approved.

"Heh, he might even like that thought," the scientist said with a chuckle. "Let's get this little show on the road." The fox leaned forward, his fingers brushing over a few keys. Rapidly typed commands scrolled across the screen before disappearing. The four screens showing the mouse flickered before changing perspective. Two screens changed to show the mouse's viewpoint, while the other two shifted to a smaller camera mounted in the ceiling and along the floor.

"Assuming direct control...now."

For some reason, the back of his neck continued to itch, and it spread down his back before continuing over the rest of his body. At first, Salla tried to ignore it as he continued to search the room, but it rapidly got out of control, leaving patches of infuriating, tickling itches all over his arms, legs...everywhere, really. The crimelord grumbled as he paused once more to scratch at his neck and his arms, shaking his head. "If I find out that the whole point of this was to douse me in itching powder and let me go crazy, someone is going to pay. They are going to pay, pay, pay."

He stood up as he finished walking the middle of the room again, grumbling and muttering. There wasn't so much as a single crack in the panels, no sign of a door or anything that would slide out of the way to allow something to come in. What little space there was between the panels was hard-sealed, too, without any space for him to wiggle even a claw into. It was debatable whether there was even enough space for air to get through, though he had to assume that there was enough for that. Then again...

Shaking his head, Salla dismissed the thought. If there was enough space for fresh air to come in, then there was. If there wasn't, then he just had to hurry up and find a way out of here.

The cameras were another matter. He had seen them following him around, watched them watching him. Whoever was at the other end of the feed was probably getting a good show; the naked mouse hadn't bothered hiding his body at all. There wasn't a lot of point, when concealing himself from one angle only opened himself up from another, and he'd never been particularly modest about it. The five foot tall mouse might not look it, but he packed enough to be impressive; there'd been enough times that he brought someone back home with him and they'd not needed any extra persuading to have fun with him, just from seeing him naked.

Of course, he wasn't thinking of posing naked for the cameras now. If the cameras were feeding something back to the man in charge, that meant that they were connected. Even if it was a wireless connection, it meant that the cameras would have either a battery pack or a connection to a power source on the other side of the wall. If he could get one of them free, it might be a start. And if it got the attention of the voyeur on the other side...well, it would only bring more information if they started talking.

He managed one step towards the nearest camera when his body froze in place.

Salla blinked once before he felt the itching cease, replaced by a tingling feeling of electricity running down his arms, legs, and spine. Stuck in the position of one foot on the ground and another slightly off of it, the mouse was only barely able to move his eyes, and then only by a millimeter or so at best. Nobody else around him, nothing sticking out of the walls that might have zapped him, no sensation of having been touched by anything from behind; no explanation to be had there.

Experimenting, Salla tried to lift his arm. It failed to respond, frozen at his side. The more force that he put behind the command, the stronger the tingling current through his arm became, until the discomfort it provided made him stop trying. Other experiments with different parts of his body - his other arm, his legs, his mouth - all provided similar feedback. He was completely and utterly paralyzed.

At least his mind was still his own; it wasn't much if he couldn't move or act, but it was still something. It just meant he would need to wait things out and see what developed.

The mouse's body remained still for nearly three minutes - at least, at his best guess - before his leg finished the step it had started. The sudden movement nearly made Salla lose his balance, but his body recovered on its own. He watched in surprise as his body marched itself over to one of the corners of the room, feet lifting and falling in a walk almost like a soldier's march. His arms were stiff at his sides, and he felt absolutely ridiculous.

It didn't stop there, either, as whatever controlled him marched him around the perimeter of the room, military style. Each footstep was hard and firm, and if his mouth had been under his control, he would have winced; the impact reminded him rather harshly that the floor was made of metal, and without shoes, that started to get uncomfortable rather quickly. Any attempt he made to slow himself down or to turn off of the marching path was met by that same increased tingle of electric current, keeping his body from doing anything but what the controller wanted him to do.

Now that he thought about it, though, he could feel that electric current even when he wasn't fighting the march. It spread through his body, twitching and altering itself in minute amounts every time he moved. Control through electricity applied to nerves, he realized. Now that was fairly brilliant, the mouse had to admit.

Brilliant enough to have him worried about whether it was the inventor of the devices at the controls, or just someone that had bought them. The latter would be dangerous, in that they might use them wrong; the former would be dangerous because they'd know every way of keeping someone from getting free of them. And with this operation, Salla couldn't help but think that it was most definitely the former...

Seeing the mouse march around at his orders was brilliant; knowing that the mouse wasn't able to stop himself only made it better. The fox smirked as he directed his subject along the walls of the room, getting a handle on how the rodent maneuvered, seeing how quickly he responded to the current jolts, and just how well he surrendered to the whole operation.

Admittedly, he'd been a little worried when Salla had been scratching at the implant sites; that was the problem with running an experiment so soon after the capture, that the skin was still in the throes of hyper-healing, and itching as a result. If the mouse had been a little quicker, things might have taken a different course. No difference to the ending, the fox thought, but a different course to get there.

Now, though, the mini-implants were doing their job perfectly. Their receivers accepted the commands from his console and transmitted just enough electricity to the muscles to get them to move the way he wanted, rather than the way that Salla wanted.

But of course, there were more tests to run, just to make sure that it was working properly outside of the mouse's legs.

Sanmer looked away from the eye monitors for a moment, typing in a new command. He turned back in time to see the mouse's arm come up, then rush at the monitors. The fox chuckled to himself at the sound of palm against cheek. It wasn't a hard hit, barely even a tap, really, but it was a good sign; it meant that the mouse was really under his control, unable to do something so basic as to stop himself from hitting himself. The fox remembered when he was still in his teens, only a few years ago, and would have gotten so much fun out of just making the mouse slap himself. But that was juvenile, unprofessional.

He had much better ways of having fun these days, and the nodes had other functions than just moving the mouse around. The fox opened the command screen again, disabling the slapping, but adding a different function. A very...stimulating function. Re-directing another monitor to show the electric current that controlled the mouse's body, the fox watched as the electricity started to build up in the mouse's crotch. It was interesting enough, but he wanted a better view.

Once more taking direct control, the fox marched the mouse towards the cameras again. To his delight, the mouse's shaft started to rise, slowly pushing out of its sheath. The nearly fist sized orbs below seemed to rise up for a second as well, drawn upwards as the electricity stimulated them as much as the mouse's shaft. It didn't take long before the rising mouse cock started to drip with pre, leaking onto the floor to be left behind by the marching mouse.

The sight was rather hot, the fox thought. He smiled as he pushed his lab coat open, reaching down to fondle himself. He was already hard as well, and his fingers wrapped around his cock in short order. Despite his own arousal, he restrained himself, stroking himself slowly rather than frantically. It was better to wait, particularly as the best of the show was yet to come.

As he stroked himself to the sight of the leaking mouse and his five inch dick, Sanmer reached over to another button. Time to show the mouse a little more of his tech.

He was actually happy that his face wasn't under his control. At least he didn't have to devote his attention to not grinning like an idiot from the electric stimulation blasting his crotch into arousal.

Salla hadn't thought that things could get more embarrassing than losing control of his body, but it seemed that the controller had thought of something else. After three laps around the room, his body had suddenly changed course. No sooner had it stepped out of the familiar path than he'd felt the tingle become something...different, centered at the base of his sheath and inside his balls. The electricity coursing through them had felt surprisingly good, and if his mouth had been under his control, he would have moaned. Thankfully, it hadn't, and he had remained silent, keeping at least a bit of his dignity.

Still, it was difficult to keep his mind focused on how to escape when his cock was hard, dripping from enforced stimulation. The mouse almost wished he could have an arm free for a moment to start stroking himself, to push himself the rest of the way to an ejaculation. It was a moot point, admittedly, as the current kept him from being able to control himself, but Salla didn't want to lose what little control he still had left. If he actually was given his wish, he could see that disappearing extremely quickly.

He wondered why the controller was doing this to him, though. If he was meant to be humiliated, there were more effective means than this. If he was here for sex, he would have thought that the controller would want to be in the room. Unless there was something stranger at work.

His thoughts were scrambled as the electricity suddenly spiked, freezing him in place as his cock throbbed hard. Salla's eyes went wide - as much as they could - as his body hit a sudden, surprise orgasm. His hips bucked forward, his balls swinging forward before slapping back against his thighs, and his cock pulsed and danced as cum shot out of it. The electric current was hot, almost burning underneath the pleasure, but it only seemed to add to the intensity of his orgasm. He panted hard, gasping for breath as the tingle pushed him to cum for second after second, dragging the pleasure out for nearly half a minute before finally dropping back down to 'normal' levels.

If he hadn't been under the control of another, the mouse would have fallen to his knees. As it was, he was barely standing, shaking and shivering from the intensity of that sudden pleasure. The surprise of it had been as powerful as the pleasure itself; logically, Salla might have believed that the controller could put him over the edge like that, but the experience was something else. The mouse's fight or flight instincts hovered at the edge of his mind; if this was one capability of the device controlling him, what else could it do?

As the controller seemed to allow him to recover, a blue light filled the space in front of him, the corner that he'd been marched towards. It took the form of a pillar, emanating from a yellow circle on the ceiling. He could just barely look up enough to see through it, spotting a bank of monitors and a fox wearing a lab coat before a cluster of things were tossed at it. They fell through the hole towards the floor, and bounced a few times before rolling to a halt. The hole shut after that, leaving the ceiling unmarked once more.

Now THAT was a technology that he was familiar with. Portals were new enough to be interesting, but for anyone that was interested in such things, they'd been a reliable part of high tech labs for a while now. But what had been dropped in?

His body turned to look, and Salla's eyes would have just about bugged out of his head if he was allowed to move them more. Three different items had landed on the ground. One was a vial, with the words 'Salla's Semen' written on a piece of tape on the glass. The second was a cannister of lube that was a little bigger than his first, and though it was unmarked save for the large, all capital word 'LUBE', the fluid inside the clear container looked high quality.

The final thing that flew through the portal was what made him worry, particularly as his body marched towards it. A large, knotted cock stood out of what looked like a smoothed over bottlecap, the length of the shaft enough to beat Salla's cock two times over, and it was no small thing when it came to the width, either. The knot was already fully enlarged, and the tip of the 'toy' leaked pre down the sides as the cock twitched.

You have got to be joking, he thought to himself as he stared at the length. His body ignored him, however, and continued marching towards it. It only leaned over to grab the lube before grabbing hold of the 'toy', squeezing it around the knot. The flesh gave underneath his grip ever so slightly, and Salla realized that it was real. Not a toy, not even close. It was a real werewolf cock, if he were any judge; the fur he could just make out beneath the knot was a little too course for any anthro wolf, and he could only imagine just how big the balls out of sight would be, how full they were.

His body continued to move on its own, slathering lube all over the large red cock. It spurted pre over his fingers as his hands dragged along the sides of the cock, only adding to the slipperiness of the shaft, and he groaned silently. The whole thing was massive, and his body was going to try and take it.

One BIG disadvantage of the control he was under occurred to him. Unlike simple bondage or forcing someone down on something, this would not let him scream. It wouldn't let him say anything to ask it to stop, wouldn't allow him to pause, or fight, or anything. All he could do was go along with it in silence, and hope that it didn't mess up his body too much.

At least the controller allowed him to use all of the lube in the cannister. It left the cock more than a little slimy looking, with a half opaque sheen that probably added a quarter of an inch to the thickness of the thing, but it would slide off as he slid down it, and he was damn sure that it was going to require that much to get it inside of him. He'd been bent over once or twice, but never for anything this big, and never without a great deal of stretching beforehand.

The tingle strengthened again, and Salla allowed himself a few choice thoughts of revenge as he put the toy on the ground, slowly starting to squat over it.

Someone's going to pay for this. Someone's going to pay DEARLY for this.

"Oh, you are going to look good with that dick shoved up your ass, Salla," Sanmer muttered, his fingers pausing around the head of his cock to rub just under it, moaning softly at the touch to the sensitive area. "You're going to shove that so far up your hole that you're going to cum in seconds just from the sheer size of that thing. And if you don't, then I have this lovely toy to push you over the edge."

The fox had discarded his lab coat completely, throwing it over the back of his chair as he leaned back. His legs were spread to allow his balls to drop between them, resting on his chair as his legs rested on the arms of it. Pre rolled down the sides of his cock, rubbed into the skin by his eager hand every few seconds, and occasionally rubbed off against the fur on his leg when the flow was getting too strong. No need to let it stain the chair, he absently thought to himself, never taking his eyes off of the monitor.

As Salla spread his legs out and squatted over the large cock, another part of the command stream the fox had sent off activated, giving the mouse a great big smile on his face. Another screen shifted camera angles, showing a view from below as the mouse's ass lowered itself over the cock. Yet another screen showed the cell that held the wolf the cock came from.

Lupe had been a guest of his for a little while now. A rather large werewolf that apparently worked as a vigilante a few cities over, he'd been an interesting, if expensive, guest, breaking three different tables and ruining an entire room with his distaste of staying under lock and key. So, he was paying back part of his stay by having his cock be part of Salla's little show. The big guy didn't look too happy about that on the monitor, but then again, that might have been because he was tied to a large x-frame.

Ah well. The wolf would cheer up soon enough when he got his cock into a new hole, and then he'd be free. It would almost be a pity when he had to go.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Salla sat down. The goopy lube that added a new layer to the big red cock squelched around his hole, and the tapered tip pushed in, immediately spreading the mouse's hole wide. It stretched visibly, and Sanmer groaned as he forced himself to slow down, not wanting to cum too quickly. It would have been so easy, particularly as inch after inch of wolf cock got pressed into the mouse's no longer little hole, almost looking like a donkey trying to fit through the eye of a needle.

Yet, through the fox's control mechanism, it was working. Salla continued to push down against it, even when the mouse himself was likely thinking that he would rather be doing anything else but this. Already, he was just over five inches down the foot long cock, and as Salla pulled himself up the shaft a little ways, it was clear that his body was hungry for more of Lupe's monster.

Best of all, to the fox, was the fact that Salla's cock was hard as a rock. Oh, a small bit of that was from the electric current that still buzzed through his crotch, but at least half of that excitement came from Salla himself. He was glad he had this set to record; there was a great deal that the crimelord would likely pay to get rid of this little piece of evidence. "Heh, I bet you wouldn't want to see this coming out into the public record, now would you, Salla?" Sanmer muttered, his free hand groping his balls and drawing a moan from his lips.

The mouse simply couldn't get enough of that dick, or at least, that was what the video recording showed. With a look of absolute glee, Salla bounced up and down the cock, pulling himself up slowly before dropping down hard. Each time he went back down, a little more of the thick red cock found its way inside of his ass, and the further down he went, the thicker the cock got and the wider his hole stretched. It had to be at least two inches thick at the midpoint, and even thicker near the base. That wasn't even including the knot, which was just plain massive, and which Salla was going to take as well.

He looked over to the monitor that showed Lupe, and chuckled. The wolf was definitely getting a kick out of this; the snarl on his face had been replaced with a smirk, and every now and then the vigilante thrust his hips forward, as if trying to get a little extra of his cock inside of Salla's hole. Not that the wolf knew who he was fucking, but he knew that he was getting some action.

Sadly, all Lupe could do was wait it out. The frustration on his face was just as clear as the glee on Salla's, though Lupe's was a little more honest. Salla might have been getting some pleasure, but Sanmer could just bet that the mouse was plotting all sorts of ways to get back at him. It didn't matter, at least not for right now.

The show continued, the mouse pushing down further and further. His cock throbbed in front of him, spitting pre against the floor as his prostate was battered by the thick toy. It was almost entrancing the watch the small length bounce up and down over the hefty balls beneath them, knowing that it wanted to cum so very badly. Almost cute, the fox would have thought, if it weren't so sexy at the same time.

Soon, Salla had almost all of the wolf's cock inside of his ass. He had to be stretched out, but even the cameras looking at him from below could only just make out his stretched rim. It wasn't that it was a bad angle, it was that the werewolf's knot was just that big; nearly twice the width of the shaft itself at the widest point, it was enormous, and would have sent most sane people running. Even some size queens would have thought twice at the sight of the thing, and Sanmer knew a few subs that would cover their holes and wince at the sight of it.

Before Salla could sit on it, though, the last part of the command kicked in. Sanmer groaned, stroking himself faster again. "This is always the best part," he muttered under his breath.

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Salla's mouth panted, but his mind was screaming.

That cock was immense, bigger even than some horses that he had seen around the streets. The lube had barely been any help for something this size, and the mouse wouldn't have been surprised if he needed to get his scientists to invent something to tighten holes back to normal after this. As it was, he wasn't sure what he was going to do as the mouse with the world's stretchiest hole.

The worst part was, he hadn't even taken the largest part of it yet, his body paused just over the tip of it. He used the break to catch his breath, feeling like he should be having a hard time doing even that much with so much cock flesh inside of him. The hot pre that oozed over his insides didn't really help matters, particularly when he felt the werewolf on the other end twitching his cock. Randy little fucker, he thought; pity that it wasn't a full portal, or he would have reached through and given the werewolf a little smack to the balls to calm him down.

His body suddenly pulled itself to its feet, and Salla gasped - only in his mind - as he walked around, holding the shaft inside of him. The pressure on his prostate had him at full mast, not to mention close to climax, and walking around with it inside of him only rolled it around a little further inside. Worse, the knot against his hole seemed to be throbbing harder, his hand pressing against it from underneath as though it was trying to worm it inside him, no matter how much that would stretch him out later. Yet, despite that, his cock dripped almost continuously, leaving a trail of slime that had nothing to do with the leftover lube still clinging to the base of the werewolf cock.

He bent over after walking a dozen steps, picking up the vial that seemed to be waiting for his cum. Rather than holding it in front of him, his hand moved on its own and jammed it down over his cock, the cylinder just wide enough for him to slide his cock into before forming a near vacuum seal. Only a pair of small holes up the side allowed for air to come in so he could actually pull out again later, he noticed; at least it actually had a design for that.

As soon as his cock was covered in what amounted to a clear, rigid condom, Salla felt himself sitting down again. His hands didn't move to his cock, or his balls. They simply reached back, settling his balance as he put his weight down on the knot.

Oh, this is gonna hurt, Salla thought to himself as his body started to push down. He could feel the big knot between his ass cheeks, his body weight slowly pushing down harder and harder on the solid, massive bulge. His hole stretched around it, the already abused rim screaming as it was forced to stretch wider, and wider. His skull rang with the screams of his mind, but none of it showed on his face; he could still feel his face stretched up in that stupid, giddy grin, like this was all he ever wanted.

He slid up again, panting softly, and then slid down once more. Almost halfway this time, reaching the widest part of the knot. His ass screamed at the stretch, yet his cock bounced, twitching inside of its little prison vial. He glared at the traitorous part of his body, or at least stared; his mouth wouldn't move enough for a glare to be possible, or his eyebrows for that matter.

Slowly, he went up again. Salla had a feeling that this time, his ass was going to take the knot, whether or not he was fully ready for it. In the moment before the plunge, the mouse promised that he was going to find the guy that did this to him, and he was going to fit him with this same freaking control scheme. Then see who was laughing.

Down.

The knot popped in with enough force to almost squash the mouse's prostate, and the sheer pressure on it was enough to force his orgasm. His eyes went wide and his head rolled back, his cock letting out a flood of cum that belied his smaller cock size. The vial flooded, parts of his load oozing out through the holes even as he kept cumming, and his ass filled itself near to bursting with werewolf cum. A part of him really, really hoped that werewolf cum didn't transmit being a werewolf, but he barely thought of that. In that moment, revenge, anger, residual pain were all wiped from his mind.

All he could think about was his orgasm.

Sanmer panted softly as he lifted his hand from his cock. Cum covered his chest and stomach, and he chuckled to himself as he wiped his hand clean on his lab coat. "That was a very successful test," he said.

Making a mental note to throw the lab coat into the laundry, the white fox flicked the recording back and forth, watching his two 'experiments' cum at the same time. The mouse's load was surprisingly large, filling the vial and then some; he might have to do a few little experiments to see how long it would take to empty the rodent's balls before they didn't cum anymore.

The werewolf was even worse. He slumped against the frame, looking giddy with his tongue hanging out, and even with the knot inside the mouse, the cum still continued to seep out. Even after seeing Lupe give a 'donation' before, the fox was still kind of surprised at how much he produced.

"Well, enough with that experiment," Sanmer said. "What else can I cook up?"