Nothing (Staying In DNA Harvesting)

The machine admits a loud stern beep and pulls up red text on the monitor, too far for you to understand the words scrolling into view. She reads the text and sighs in disappointment at the results. "Another useless strand. Owell, guess you'll just have to stay here in DNA Harvesting."

She switches off the monitor, pulls a long lever, and walks out of view to the right as the machine springs back to life, extending a long metal arm and positioning one of the milking nozzles just above your cock. "W-wait... No... Ch-check it again... M-maybe you mis-" you're interrupted as a hose is shoved into your throat. A medical strap springs out from a flat plastic mouth piece and clicks behind your head before pulling it in and sealing your mouth inside.

The orcish scientist walks out from your left "I said no begging. Now just shut up and accept it. Not like you can break from your restraints. Anyways, that's your feeding tub, it will give you a nutritious paste to keep you alive, erect, and producing sperm. And that machine hanging over you is now your only lover, so enjoy. See yah." She leaves the room as the machine begins to move. It has a large cylinder with a tight pink rubber pocket at the bottom pointed to your cock. It shoots down against your pelvis forcing you to let out a faint scream. A thick claw grip goes around your waist and snaps together, pulling it all the way to your base. You groan and cry as it already vibrates and sucks away at your helpless flesh, quickly making it impossible to hold back your ejaculations. The vibrations shake your seat and make quick work of your resilience, stealing your sperm, making you cum powerfully within the span of less than a minute. It almost sucks it out like a straw and never stops its vibrating.

When you finally finish, it is already putting you closer to another. You try to cry out again, but a thick bland paste fills your mouth as you can only swallow it. Your dick stiffens to full length and betrays you as it seems to be compelling you to stop trying to resist.

It's inhuman suction pulls out another orgasm as your cock grows used to the idea of being milked non stop. You on the other hand can barely keep your head straight. The suction and mind weakening paste forces thoughts of submission and acceptance into your head as each orgasm seems to rip away a peace of your identity. After about an hour of senseless milking and cognitive reprogramming, you've become a stranger to yourself. You barely remember anything, and what memories are left are sucked out one by one after each ejaculation. You don't remember who you where, why you were here, hell not even your name. You only know the machine makes you feel good and the paste is to eat, that's all. You suddenly cum down the barrel of your milker and even forget about it and the paste, only learning over time to understand and have it milked away to be relearned in an endless loop.

You are nothing but a mindless cattle providing them with as much sperm as they want. You can do nothing else as it siphons away will and spirit and leaves a brain dead fuck boy in its place. You only want to cum, cuz that is all you can do to feel better. You fuck away at the milker as you become another member of the fallen adventurers.