BREEDING THE EARTHLING
Chapter Nine
Juro surfaced from the depths of medicated oblivion, awareness trickling back in stages. First came a sense of pressure, of being held immobile and encased in smooth, form-fitting metal. His foggy mind struggled to make sense of the sensation, still disconnected from the trauma his body had endured.
Gradually, other sensations filtered in - a dull, pulsing ache between his legs, a tenderness in his swollen breasts and nipples. Confusion swirled through him as he tried to reconcile these unfamiliar feelings with his foggy memories.
His still hazy vision focused, the curved metal walls of his prison coming into view. With dawning horror, Juro realized he was back in the dreaded containment unit - the metal sarcophagus that had held him captive during the earlier intrusion.
But this time, the metal plates parted, revealing his most sensitive, intimate places to the outside.
The box enclosed him from the neck down, but left his face free. A circular ring had been fitted into his mouth, propped his jaw open and making him drool.
Lower down, twin openings exposed his nipples. The swollen nubs throbbed, the surrounding flesh confined by the snug metal but the tips lewdly on display, vulnerable to any touch.
But worst of all was the window opening at his crotch, showcasing his new pseudo-clit.
Juro shuddered, feeling horrifically exposed. The containment unit had him immobilized, unable to so much as twitch, while presenting his erogenous zones like some kind of depraved art piece.
The door to the lab suddenly whisked open and the familiar glide of Professor Tok's tentacles announced their presence. The alien loomed over Juro's containment unit, their large eye swiveling to examine their captive subject.
"Ah, excellent, you're awake," Tok said, their voice clinically detached as ever. "The surgery was a complete success. We've corrected the prolapse and healed the internal damage from the...enthusiastic use you endured."
Juro made a muffled sound of distress around the ring gag.
The professor continued on, either oblivious or uncaring of Juro's inner turmoil. "We'll need to allow some time for healing before beginning the inseminations again," Professor Tok mused. "In the meantime, there are other adjustments we can make to optimize you as a breeding vessel."
The professor tapped at a data pad with one tentacle, pulling up a holographic brain scan. Glowing sections of the neural map pulsed and rotated as Tok manipulated the image.
"The scans indicate that you are still resisting the pain-pleasure connection," he said, swiveling to pin Juro with a cold, appraising stare. "Your higher cognitive functions are clinging to outdated notions of consent and bodily autonomy. This contrasts with the modifications we've made to your nervous system and conditioning."
Juro's heart clenched in dread at the implications. They wanted to break him further, to rewire his very mind until he not only accepted his fate as a breeding slave, but craved it. The idea of losing even his internal rebellion, the last shred of his original identity, terrified him more than any physical torment.
Professor Tok continued casually, as if discussing changes to a toaster setting and not the mental violation of a thinking being. "We will focus on strengthening those neurochemical pathways, to make pain and humiliation register as pleasure."
The alien cleared its throat importantly. "While you were unconscious, I took the liberty of imparting some of our findings to the University heads. There has also been much interest in your developed ability to lactate. As such, there has been a request, and significant funding, to experiment with production."
The professor stared at Juro's distended nipples and rubbed their tentacles together. "There are many species who find human breast milk to be a delicacy. If our trials with you prove successful, we could expand our facility and acquire more specimens for milking."
"Mmmrrrgghhh!" Juro twisted in his confinement and shook his head. He had entertained a vain hope that if he did as the aliens wanted and somehow got pregnant, then he would be released. But now...
More people would be subjected to this... their body's used as nothing more than dairy cows... human farms...Was this never going to end?
"Let's begin," Professor Tok declared.
Juro's eyes widened as three large, wicked-looking needles descended from hatches in the ceiling, the polished metal glinting coldly in the harsh lab lights. They looked more like medieval torture devices than medical equipment, each as long as his forearm and wickedly sharp.
Juro's heart raced as the needles lowered towards his immobilized body, his brain conjuring nightmarish images of being pierced and skewered. A terrified whimper escaped around the ring gag holding his mouth obscenely open.
But to his surprise, the needles halted several inches above his exposed flesh, hovering ominously. Professor Tok manipulated something on the control panel and clear liquid began dripping from the tips of the needles, splattering onto Juro's sensitive buds.
Two of the needles were precisely positioned over his nipples and Juro flinched at the first cold drops, instinctively trying to shy away from the sensation. But there was nowhere to go, his body held immobile by the containment unit. The icy fluid splattered onto the sensitive buds, making them stiffen and pebble almost immediately. Juro shuddered, his over-sensitive nipples sending zings of unwanted pleasure straight to his core.
But the sensation was nothing compared to the torment being inflicted on his newly created pseudo-clit. The third needle dripped its contents directly onto the exposed, swollen nub. Each drip of the chilly liquid felt like a miniature electric shock.
Juro whimpered as more fluid dribbled onto him, pooling in the divots of his nipples and coating his swollen pseudo-clit.
At first there was only the shock of the cold liquid on his private places. But then, a tingling warmth began to spread across his sensitive flesh. It started as a flutter, like a scattering of pins and needles, but rapidly grew into an intense prickling heat that suffused his nipples and clit.
Juro squirmed as much as his bonds allowed, whining at the strange sensation. It wasn't exactly painful but overwhelming, the heat growing until it felt like his most tender parts were being scoured by a thousand tiny mouths. He panted harshly around the ring gag, drool spilling over and down his chin.
As Juro watched in rising alarm, his nipples began to swell and change color under the steady drip of fluid. The dusky pink nubs darkened to an angry red, puffing up like inflamed bee stings. They throbbed in time with his racing pulse, each throb sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.
His pseudo-clit was reacting too. The needy little bud seemed to swell before his eyes, engorging to a size he didn't think was possible.
Professor Tok observed the changes with clinical fascination, tentacles tapping notes into the datapad. "Excellent, the serum is having the desired effect," they commented, eyeball roving over Juro's panting, shuddering form. "Increased vasocongestion in the nipples and clitoris leading to heightened sensitivity and responsiveness."
As the strange liquid continued to drip onto Juro's inflamed nipples and engorged clit, Professor Tok turned and retrieved something from a nearby lab bench. It was a small, wriggling sack made of some semi-transparent membrane. Juro's eyes widened in trepidation as the bag squirmed and undulated in the professor's tentacled grip, clearly containing something alive.
"In addition to its vasocongesting properties, the serum also acts as a potent pheromonal attractant and nutrient solution for these specimens," Professor Tok explained, holding up the writhing sack. With a quick slice of a scalpel, he slit open the bag and upended its contents onto Juro's heaving chest.
Juro shrieked around his ring gag as a wriggling mass of insects tumbled out onto his sensitive skin. They were like pill bugs, each about the size of a thumbnail, with segmented gray exoskeletons and dozens of tiny, skittering legs.
The bugs instantly honed in on the serum-coated peaks of Juro's nipples, swarming over the swollen nubs. Juro thrashed and whimpered as dozens of little feet scrabbled over the tender buds, the bugs jostling and climbing over each other in a feeding frenzy.
Their hard carapaces scraped and scratched the hypersensitive nipples as they fed, lapping up the serum with tiny, rasping mouthparts. Juro sobbed at the intensely overstimulating sensations, tears streaming down his face to mingle with the drool dripping from his propped-open mouth.
But Professor Tok wasn't finished. He upended the bag over Juro's crotch, dumping another writhing mass of pill bugs directly onto his throbbing pseudo-clit.
Juro howled, hips jerking futilely as the insects swarmed over his most sensitive spot, dozens of sharp little legs fluttering over the engorged bundle of nerves. They scraped and scratched at his clit, lapping greedily at the serum that coated it.
The bugs scrambled over and around each other, tiny bodies piling atop Juro's inflamed clit. Their frenzied feeding created a constant, maddening vibration that suffused Juro's entire groin with unwanted pleasure.
