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Chapter 11
What is the result of the analysis?
The machine classifies Mark as a beta male and processes him
The outlaw had never been treated in such a dishonorable manner before and he had gotten into a fair share of trouble with the authorities in the past. Hell, he was certain that even in the dampest cell in Nuderia he would be treated with more respect than here. The royal guard may treat criminals like shit, but this gnomic piece of machinery seemed insistent in cataloging him as a lowly animal.
And like a lowly animal he was certainly being treated. Manhandled, stripped of all clothing and even had his most intimate, smelliest body parts scrubbed by this crazy machine. And now there he stood, his bare body suspended in a **** X-shape by cold mechanical arms, fearing what the emotionless machine would do to him next.
“MEDICAL ANALYSIS OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE COMPLETED. NO MAJOR INJURY, HEALTH CONDITION OR MAGIC CURSES IN EFFECT OBSERVED. BODY FAT, ACCEPTABLE. MUSCULATURE, HIGHER THAN THE AVERAGE PRIMATE.”
If the machine were complimenting his health it certainly didn’t make it sound like it (specially with the monkey comparison) but it was true that Mark was fit and strong. He needed to be, more so with the shady thievery jobs he partaken in. The outlaw, for the most part, was satisfied with his own body. However...
“MALE GENITALIA MUCH SMALLER THAN THE AVERAGE PRIMATE. PENIS LESS THAN TWO INCHES OR FIVE CENTIMETERS LONG. CIRCUMSIZED? FALSE. CASTRATED? FALSE.”
Mark’s face flushed deep red, did the machine really have to say that part out loud? “...T-that’s just because the water was so cold! Normally I’m almost double the size, I swear!” He protested but the machine ignored his complaints.
“TWO HYPOTHESES FORMULATED FOR CAUSE OF SMALL PENIS ON UNKNOWN PRIMATE.”
“What?! C’mon now...! You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
“HYPOTHESIS #1: GENITALS OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE UNDER INFLUENCE OF A PENIS SHRINKAGE MAGIC CURSE. PROBABILITY: VERY LOW, DUE TO NO MAGIC DETECTED DURING INITIAL MEDICAL ANALYSIS.” The machine rapidly added. “HYPOTHESIS #1 REJECTED DUE TO VERY LOW PROBABILITY.”
“HYPOTHESIS #2: GENDER OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE MISIDENTIFIED AS MALE. QUERY: CHANGE ENTRY OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE: GENDER TO BETA MALE. PROBABILITY: VERY HIGH, DUE TO VERY SMALL PENIS SIZE OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE. HYPOTHESIS #2 MARKED AS TRUE. PROCESSING QUERY...”
Mark wasn’t understanding much of what the machine was saying. “What the hell is a beta male?”
"BEGIN PROCESSING OF BETA MALE."
A tentacle-like metal arm outfitted the naked man with a black heavy collar complete with a plate and a short leash amidst his protesting. The criminal now looked like a runaway pet or a ****. The metal collar was fastened very securely on his neck. The nameplate on it was blank, but soon enough the machine had engraved the letter Beta and a male symbol on it with a soldering laser.
"BETA MALE COLLARED."
Another laser came down and aimed at Mark's crotch. He screamed in fear, but the only thing the laser removed was his tuft of wet pubic hair. This same laser then traveled around his body, removing all body hair on him. It was embarrassing having all of his manly body removed but the machine governing the twisty tentacle limbs was not done, as it also shaved off the hair on the man's head.
As much as he deemed it impossible the humiliated outlaw now felt even more naked. The lack of body hair made him feel bare and unmanly.
"BETA MALE SHAVED." The machine said, its cold voice sealing the humiliating experience that had just transpired.
“CHANGES APPLIED. CURRENT PROFILE OF ORGANISM UNKNOWN PRIMATE: SPECIES: UNKNOWN PRIMATE. GENDER: BETA MALE. BATHED: TRUE. MEDICAL: TRUE. PROFILED: TRUE. ORGANISM SUCCESSFULLY CLASSIFIED. RELOCATING ORGANISM TO CAGE P-393.”
Among all the technical mumbo jumbo the naked outlaw heard the word ‘cage’ and he got very alarmed. The machinal arms carried him away from the white room through the same door his horse had been carried to and he traversed a long series of hallways at very high speed. The world became a blur! Mark felt like a package being sorted in a giant warehouse.
After a while the hands carrying him got increasingly slower and Mark despite the motion sickness was able to distinguish his surroundings.
He had to be either in a cave, underground or in the belly of a giant beast because while the place was very big there was no ceiling, just a void of darkness. Luckily there were lights shining lightly in each corridor. No fire torches but incandescent lights using whatever dangerous energy source gnomes had used to power this strange hell.
As Mark was carried he could see some signs with numbers and letters. P-388... P-389... P-390... Each placed over a “cage”. The cages were big, much bigger than a jail cell. Whatever the purpose of these cages were, they could house a relatively large number of people (animals? “Organisms”?) inside. However while most cages held meticulously cataloged species some cages were empty, some just had rats and small critters, and some only held items inside. Mark drooled when he saw that P-391 had a treasure chest full of gold. But he screamed when he saw that P-392 contained a ferocious ogre that roared angrily the moment he saw Mark... or was it a roar of loneliness? Hard to tell. Mark wondered in which cage his horse had been placed. There had to be hundreds or even thousands of these cages!
Mark’s naked form was discarded in cage P-393 and after the gate closed on its own the mechanical arms resumed their way at full speed, probably its duties called for it to head off to another far away cage.
“Ugh... That damn machine is some lousy prison warden...” Mark complained as he struggled to stand up from the ground. He felt cold and naked. The collar and the leash that hung behind his neck like a makeshift scarf were his only clothing and he wasn't used to having no body hair at all. At least the high speed trip had served to dry off his body a little.
The cage was dimly lit and the walls were made of metal. He could stick his arm out through the bars but the heavy things wouldn’t budge no matter how much he tried. He peeked through them and he could see that the lonely ogre from P-392 had sat down with clear disappointment in his face. The ogre had a nose ring with a plate similar to the one Mark wore on his neck, with the letter Alpha and a male symbol engraved on it. Mark wondered how long that ogre had been trapped there, alone in that empty cell, isolated from anyone...
Then Mark heard a noise behind him. He turned around in shock. He hadn't been able to check at first because his eyes were getting used to the low visibility of the place but could it be that he wasn’t alone in this cage...?
Who or what is inside Mark's cage?
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Naked Fantasy Life
a world of naked fantasy
Adventure, intrigue, magic, and monsters await in the World Nuderia!
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Updated on Jun 23, 2022
by veryhairy
Created on Apr 5, 2021
by Zendle
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