You've Been Spotted! (Almost Made It To. Ok, Not Really But I Tried)

You decide that you would have no chance against such a large group like this. They would surely catch you before you could help one person and gods know what they'd do to you. You turn around to walk out the door when something hits you hard to the left of your face and you drop to the floor like a sack of rocks. You grip your cheek and look up to see an orcish scientist holding a long black metal **** stick. She looks at you shacking her head saying "Pathetic apes. Can't even take one hit before they go down." She then hits you a second time and you black out.

You slowly regain consiousness hearing muffled voices and a slight ring while your vision shifts between blank and blurry. You see two dark green figures talking in front of you as your eyes adjust to the light and sudden awakening. You manage to catch some of what they say. Figure 1: "...I thought I made it clear we needed to seal off that door..." Figure 2: "...access to the swamp and ruins allows us to study.... And could be a escape rout in case we're over run..."

Your eyes finally adjust and you find yourself strapped to a strange medical chair that lays you back at an angle, raises your arms up parallel to your torso, and keeps your legs open wide to expose your cock as it hangs down to touch the seat. Your armor and gear are gone and the cold steel of the chair nips at your bare skin. You see two orcish madains in front of you, discussing the door you came in. One has a close shaved hair cut in a thick black set of leather armor with red garments and a undershirt beneath with the patch on her right arm. She has a small utility belt with a pistol halster and a metal **** stick to her left and right hip. Her tusks are large and almost an inch and a half long, maybe more. A nametag sits above her left breast reading "Bassaida".

The other is in a basic dark red lab coat also barring the same patch on her right arm. Her hair is only shoulder length and straighten to a smooth dome with a flat base. She wears glasses and her tusks are barely even a quarter of an inch. Her breasts are large enough that it needs to be mentioned as they are a perky E cup. The nametag just barely sits on her left breast reading "Gassornaut." The orc apparently named Bassaida continues the conversation unaware you have awoken. "I don't care if we're attacked by a hoard of succubie, such interruptions are not worth the small boon. And the random adventurer barging in and trying to play hero can set us back days, maybe weeks or months if they're skilled, not to mention they've been appearing much more frequently lately. So get someone to weld it shut or I'll make sure you're put on the impregnation list! NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!" She storms off to the left and out of view.

Gassornaut turns to you and takes notice that you're now awake. She walks to the left of you, messing with a few medical instruments on a white counter that you can't see. She mudders something under her breath as she picks up a clip board and writing utensil then walks over to your left side.

"Well, look who finally woke up. You caused a bit of a ruces over that door. Wouldn't be surprised if she actually puts me on the list, then I'll lose my position and just be a damn breeding bitch for the rest of my life. But you are here and let me make this clear so you have no excuses for resisting in the future. You... Still with me? Good. You are no longer a person nor were you ever. You are now our property and we will do with you as we wish. This includes experimenting, milking, beating, fucking, fighting, etc. You have no say unless we decide to give you one, **** unless we give you one, and absolutely no rights what so ever so anything given to you can be revoced at any time and for any reason. Cooperate and you will find things much easier for both us and you, struggle or resist and we will make your time here complete and utter hell. No negotiating and no bargaining. If you didn't want this to happen then you shouldn't be sticking your nose in the wrong place. This is your life now so just accept it and it will be a lot smoother. Understood?" You can barely move under the straps but you shake your head yes even though you obviously don't want to. You know that you would have a better chance to get out if they don't expect you to resist. "Good. Now lets get started. First things first, I will collect a semen sample and assign you too a station based on what we find. It will be your job and home permanently."

She then walks over to a large machine with various pumps and nossiles all for latching on and milking the male sex. A number of dials, switches, and gauges sit on the side to control an even larger number of functions. Each end does a different action and has a unique design to encourage ejaculation. She could choose any of them or use something else to extract your sperm.