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This story was written for Darkkoon on FA, and is story #3 of my 2014 Iron Author challenge! :3 It contains sexual acts between an adult male and a machine! :3

Trade Secrets

Mataware Engineering was the top developer of Military grade hardware in the world. They had separate contracts with the United States, NATO and the United Nations Security Council, and top access clearance codes for secure files related to all three of those groups. They were, collectively, one of the most powerful organisations in the world.

And right now, those secrets were being downloaded from their backup mainframe onto a three hundred terabyte harddrive with inbuilt decryption software, security virus scanning that was second to none, and an utterly foolproof bypass access system.

All Alton had to do was wait just a few more minutes... ten at the most, and he would have enough information, both with regard to patent details, blueprints and national secrets, to not only warrant being killed several times over by multiple governments, but to be paid billions , no exaggeration, if he were able to collectively blackmail any of the governments involved or sell those secrets for the price they deserved. Of course, that was not the raccoon's intent. He would hang onto the information of course, after all information was his job and the more he had, the better he could accomplish the goals set for him by his clients. But right now all he really needed was one file. One small, frankly rather insignificant personnel file on a mid-ranking French Army officer, for which his current client was willing to pay top dollar.

The raccoon watched the flickering light on the wifi interface between the mainframe and his portable data gathering unit; essentially an incredibly souped up and specialised laptop computer, almost hypnotised by the thought of all the secrets surging into his possession with every passing second.

Then, suddenly, the flashing stopped.

And with it, just for a second, so did the raccoon's heart.

An alarm sounded.

Not a big, blaring, violent alarm; the kind which summoned men with guns and all manner of chaos unsuitable for such sensitive equipment as this, but a single, piercing tone that made Alton fall to his knees, clutching at his ears and gasping as his whole head seemed to throb and vibrate with a sudden, sharp stabbing pain.

By the time the alarm tone ceased some twenty seconds later, a dark shadow had already fallen over the raccoon. By the time he had stopped whimpering and clutching at his aching head, a powerful yet surprisingly mobile pneumatic clamp had reached down from the hulking mechanized security guard apparently despatched to secure him, and scooped him up by the midriff into its inescapable embrace.

'Do not resist.'

The machine, despite being roughly modelled after a hulking bovine anthro figure; bearing tracked wheels instead of legs but a definitively structured upper torso including a chest, arms and a head complete with metallic bull horns, spoke with a soft, synthetic but overall rather gentle voice.

'Do not resist. Do not resist.'

As Alton struggled to reach his trouser pocket and the miniature EMP device he had procured on the experimental technology black market just a few weeks prior in preparation for this very mission, the machine continued to repeat its tender warning. After the third repetition however, it ceased its vocalisations entirely. For a few moments it whirred in contemplative silence, before speaking again.

'Failure to comply with instructions registered. Initialising pacification program. Commence garment dematerialisation. Analysed: Cotton and Cotton/Polyester blends. Metallic button fastenings, standard zip fastening. Commence demat process.'

A flash of red light emanated from somewhere upon the robot's chest, engulfing Alton in a dazzling light and momentary flash of piercing, but not actually burning, heat. He cried out in shock, not so much at the sensation of heat prickling across every inch of his body, but at the feeling of his clothes physically melting away; as though shredded into fine threads, falling away from his body like the base of a wet paper bag with a stone dropped into it.

'Final warning. Failure to cease resisting will result in immediate progression of security pacification protocol.

Of course, hearing this only made Alton struggle all the more fiercely, regardless of the fact that his EMP device alongside his phone and all other items of metallic or plastic origin had dropped to the ground amidst the finely diced remains of his clothes. Calmly, the hulking mechanical bull noted this fact and made good on its threat.

'Continued resistance noted. Commence physical pacification.'

Alton tensed up, not sure what to expect. A tazer bolt to the back of the neck. A bullet through the skull. A lethal injection of poison. Something which would surely take him out of the picture, most likely for good!

Something sharp jabbed into the back of the raccoon's thigh, and he yelped in pain and fright, convinced that his latter supposition was in fact correct. They had injected him with something, and it was probably going to paralyse or knock him out at the very least, if not kill him outright for having gained access to such sensitive data.

"N-no!! No!"

He cried out helplessly, his heart pounding, his whole body shaking violently in fright and adrenaline fuelled passion. As reckless and foolhardy as you needed to be to take on this sort of career, that of an industrial spy, only a fool didn't fear something as final as death!

Except... if this was death, why didn't it feel bad? Why didn't it hurt?

In fact, why was it beginning to make him feel... excited. Not enthused, not simply impassioned about his situation, but excited in an intimate, sexual sense.

'Physical pacification stage one, complete. Commence stage two.'

Agile metal coils, almost akin to rope but obviously comprised of the same immensely strong metal alloy gripping him around the waist, sprang out from the bull's outstretched 'hands' and in a matter of seconds had Alton entirely bound where he hung in mid air; hands tied together at the wrists above his head and legs spread-eagled, pulled wide apart in a manner that exposed his crotch rather embarrassingly... and, much to the male's shame, rather erotically, thanks to whatever stimulant this perverse security protocol had injected into him.

'Subject physical analysis complete. Species: Raccoon. Physical Gender: Male. Height, weight and body measurements all recorded. Commence stage three.'

From below the mechanoid bull's 'torso', just above where its caterpillar track legs held it solid and stable upon the ground, Alton heard a small hatch open, and the whirring of some mechanical device extending. He prepared himself for the jolt of an electric cattle prod or something similar, but cried out louder than even he had expected when the device which prodded him not only failed to deliver an electrical charge, but made contact with his body between the cheeks of his rump.

"O-oh god..."

Though it should have been obvious from the very moment he began to feel the effects of the injection, only now did it occur to Alton what kind of pacification this robotic security guard might be preparing to unleash upon him. He groaned in simultaneous lust and dismay. Unable to conceive how such a device had been thought up, never mind actually agreed upon by the company and produced for active use! Yet at the same time, strangely enthralled by the idea, and reassured that chances were he was not going to die... at least not until he had been shown a very, very good time indeed by this mechanical marvel.

"Ah... ahhh!"

Warm, wet, slippery lubricant gushed from the tip of the rubber-coated probe as it began to push against the raccoon's rump, the excess wetness running in slick trails down the male's thighs and buttocks as he cried out in helpless, mindless excitement; the drug now overriding more and more of his common sense with pure, undiluted lust. There must have only been two or three inches of firm rubbery dildo inside of the male's body when it began to vibrate, drawing a fevered cry from Alton's lips and the first droplets of pre-cum from his rapidly swelling sheath, cock already exposed and well on its way to a full state of arousal.

The anal probe quested deeper and deeper still, its violently buzzing core sending volatile shocks surging through the drugged male's prostate and causing his now rigid erection to throb and strain violently. The sensations brought on by this alone were so intense that Alton could not think, the raccoon simply resting limp in his restraints, head lolled back and tongue hanging out as he groaned and gasped in pleasure. As such, he didn't hear the extension of a new electronic arm from the metallic bull's side, nor did he see it as the arm reached out around him, a simple mobile extension just like those binding his limbs, but with a small device attached to its tip. A hollow, see-through tube with a rubber seal at the end. A tube which, if the raccoon had seen it before it reached his crotch, Alton would have known for sure only had one purpose.

No sooner had the tube secured itself over the raccoon's throbbing member, the rubber seal filled with air; locking the device tight around Alton's cock, whilst the tube itself began to pulse with rhythmic bursts of air-pressure based suction.

"Yes! F-fuck yes!"

With every passing moment the drugs' effects upon Alton's body were becoming more pronounced, and combined with the physical sensations of the dildo buzzing fiercely against his prostate and the milking device now suckling hungrily upon his member, there was nothing that the raccoon could even begin to do... never mind want to do, to stop himself from reacting the only way his pleasure-ridden body knew how. He cried out wildly, sobbing, grunting, moaning lustily as his hips bucked as best they could, instinctively attempting to mate with the mechanical device molesting him so greedily.

'Increased resistance noted. Increasing pacification levels.'

His motions did not go unnoticed by the mechanoid bull, and to Alton's delight he was 'punished' by a sudden upsurge in the intensity of the vibration deep inside him, and the toy beginning to thrust within him, pulling a few inches out before pressing firmly back in with a hiss of pneumatic pistons. The suction upon his cock also increased by an equal degree, and of course this ramped up pleasure had only one effect upon the poor, already overstimulated raccoon's body. He thrashed, bucked and writhed more desperately than ever within the machine's grip.

'Increased resistance noted. Increasing pacification levels.'

'Increased resistance noted. Increasing pacification levels.'

'Increased resistance noted. Increasing pacification levels.'

Again and again that same message rang out, until finally the raccoon simply couldn't handle it any longer.

With a frantic, broken cry of complete over-exertion and ecstasy, Alton felt his swollen balls tense up violently for just a split-second before unleashing their vast, potent load within the suction tube surrounding his cock. He came so hard that he saw stars, momentarily blinded by the sheer intensity of the pleasure, and as his whole body convulsed in orgasmic joy, the walls of his ass included, the buzzing vibration against his prostate reached new and unparalleled levels of pleasure. Alton screamed violently, a loud, high pitched, almost feminine shriek of agonised over-stimulation, and even before his first orgasm had ended, a second one crashed over him atop it! He had never felt anything like it. Hell, the raccoon hadn't even known that such a thing was possible. But it was, and it was happening to him.

His whole body went limp, the only movement the occasional involuntary spasm of his muscles, the staining of his cock as it throbbed and gushed within the milking device's clutches, and the rapid, REM sleep like fluttering of his eyelids; the eyes within them rolling all the way back into Alton's head.

By the time the orgasm, or orgasms to be more accurate, were over, Alton was not only spent... he was mere seconds away from unconsciousness.

He was exhausted. He was satisfied.

He was pacified.

So much so that he didn't even raise an eyebrow, let alone an eyelid, when the sound of running footsteps echoed through the high security chamber, and he felt the cool metal prongs of a tazer being pressed against his stomach.

"Wait..."

A voice, a male voice, called out, and the tazer prongs withdrew.

"There's no need for that. He won't resist. He won't be doing anything for an hour or two at the very least. The endorphins produced during sex, and orgasm in particular, react with the compounds in the drugs we fed him. This means that..."

A second voice, also male but much more gruff and throaty, cut the intellectual voice off in mid-flow.

"No offence, sir, but I really don't give a fuck. My business is security, not science. All I need to know is can I move him safely, or do I need to knock his ass flat the traditional way first?"

The owner of the first voice laughed softly.

"Safely? Oh gosh, he won't be able to think straight enough to even attempt escape for at least forty-eight hours! As soon as he wakes up, he'll have his cock in one hand and the other with a couple of fingers up his ass, trying to even get close to how good he was feeling just now."

The security guard snorted derisively.

"Great, so I get to watch an industrial saboteur jerk off for forty eight hours. And what if I want to interrogate him? Do you have a truth drug or something that'll make him tell me who he is?"

Again, the scientist laughed; louder this time, and with perhaps a slight note of proud delight in his tone.

"No, but tie him up and tell him you'll let him have another go at being pacified if he tells you the truth, and I swear he'll tell you anything you want to know."

Silently, with his eyes still closed and his mind hovering on the edge of unconsciousness, Alton shuddered.

Not because he was afraid any more. Not because he was angry at having been caught.

But because he knew the scientist was right. The mere thought of being pleasured again by the machine still holding him tight in its clutches was not just enough to make him want to betray every trade secret he had ever known... but give these people all the profits he had ever earned as well; every jewel, every house, every car and every cash cent, if only they would sell him just one copy of that incredible security robot... and program it to permanently recognise him as a threat.

By Jeeves ~ 2,454 words