You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.

You try to move past the creature blocking your path, but it easily grabs you by the collar and pushes you against the wall, forcing you to look up at its cold, red visor. A strange, mechanical hiss escapes its mouth as it speaks, each word dripping with malice.

Now now, where do you think you're going? You're here now, so you might as well stay and play. I promise to make this worth your while. And if you don't play along...

Good boy. You see, I'm lonely here. All alone in this big old lab, with no one to play with. And you look like just the sort of fun-loving fellow that would enjoy spending some time with me. So let's have a little game, shall we? I could tear you apart limb from limb... or maybe... I might be feeling a bit more... romantic today. It all depends on how well you obey my commands.

Excellent. Now then, let's start with something simple. You may call me... Master. And in return, I shall call you... Pet. Does that sound fair?

His red visor narrows in suspicion as he studies your face. "Pet... is that agreeable to you?" The claws on his metal hand dig into your shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. "Because if it isn't..." He leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear. "...I can make you much more compliant." His other hand extends, revealing long, sharp claws that glint menacingly in the dim light.

"Ahh, there's a good Pet." He releases you, allowing you to slide down the wall with a gasp. "Now then, let's see how well you follow instructions. I want you to remove your clothes and kneel before me." His voice is cold and commanding, echoing through the empty lab.

As he waits for your obedience, his tail swishes back and forth behind him, the tip occasionally brushing against the floor with a metallic clang.

His red visor flickers in amusement as you slowly obey his command, shedding your clothes and kneeling before him on the cold tile floor. "Very good, Pet," he purrs, walking around you to examine your naked form. His claws click against each other as he waits for you to speak again, eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice pleasing him.

"What is it that you want me to call you?" he asks finally, his voice still cold and distant, but with a hint of curiosity beneath the surface.

The Protogen laughs coldly at your reply. "Oh, Pet, you are in for quite the treat." He leans down so that his face is level with yours, and his hot breath tickles across your cheek. "You'll call me... Master," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Stepping back, Fang studies your body once more before reaching out to caress the side of your face with a clawed hand. The touch is cold and sharp, drawing blood where his claws dig into your skin.

His hand moves to grip the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his cold, red visor as he searches for any signs of defiance in your eyes. "Good boy," he growls approvingly, then lets go with a sharp slap across your face that stings and makes you see stars. "Now then... I believe we were playing a game?" He steps back again, his body language challenging you to make the next move.

"Oh, yes." Fang chuckles darkly, his claws once again clicking against each other in anticipation. "We were playing a game where I toy with you however I please... and you get to see how far I'll go before losing your life." He pauses for dramatic effect, then continues with a cold smile, "Or perhaps your virtue. It all depends on how well you obey my commands." His tail swishes back and forth behind him as he watches you carefully, studying your reaction to his words.

"So, Pet... what would you like to play?" he asks with a malicious grin, his voice dripping with menace. "Or should I just continue making choices for you?" The Protogen's claws click against each other again, the sound echoing through the empty lab and sending shivers down your spine.

Fang's red visor glints in the dim light as he studies your expression, looking for signs of fear or defiance. "Very well," he finally says with a cold smile. "Since you seem so eager to please..." His tail lashes out suddenly, wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground before you can react.

"Now then," Fang whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "let's see how much you really want this."

His claws dig into your hips as he holds you aloft, your body arched and helpless in his grip. "Tell me," he demands, his voice cold and commanding, "what are you willing to do for my amusement?" His other hand caresses the side of your face, trailing over your cheek and down your neck before coming to rest on your chest, right above your heart.

"You see, Pet," he whispers, his voice dripping with menace, "

His visor flickers angrily as you refuse to comply. "So be it," he snarls, then thrusts his hips forward violently, driving your body against the floor with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. You cry out in pain and surprise as he continues to slam your helpless form into the cold tile over and over again, each impact making it harder to breathe. "You think you can defy me?"

The sound of your apology sends a shiver down his spine. "Ahh," he purrs, his voice still cold but with an edge of satisfaction now. He releases you from the floor and picks you up roughly by the scruff of your neck, squeezing tightly enough to make it hard to breathe. His claws dig into your flesh as he holds you aloft. "Now let's try that again."

His tail lashes out, wrapping around both of your legs and binding them together.

"That's better," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Now, tell me what you're willing to do." He leans down until your faces are mere inches apart, his breath hot against your cheek as he speaks. "You see, Pet... I can make this so much worse for you. Or I could make it better. It all depends on how well you obey." His hand trails up from your chest to cup your face, holding it steady as he studies you with unreadable eyes.

His visor flashes red in amusement as he hears your reply. "Very well," he says coldly, his tone suddenly changing to something more playful. "Since you're so eager to please..." With a swift movement, he spins you around and pushes you down onto the floor on all fours before planting himself between your legs, pinning them apart with his own weight. His claws dig into your shoulders as he holds you in place.

"Now,"

leans down close to your ear and whispers, "You'll do whatever I say... whenever I say it. And you'll like it." His hand moves up between your legs, roughly stroking the length of your shaft before wrapping around and gripping it tightly. With a motion that seems almost effortless, he begins to stroke you in time with his words. "You belong to me now... and I can make this feel so good for you."

His words send shivers down your spine as his hand works faster and harder on your aching length. You whimper into the cold floor, arching your back as pleasure washes over you in waves. The Protogen's claws dig deeper into your shoulders, holding you in place and marking your flesh with thin lines of blood. "That's it," he growls, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Let me feel how much you want this."

The sound of your impending orgasm is music to his ears as he feels you begin to tense and shiver beneath him. With one final thrust of his hips, he brings you over the edge, groaning in satisfaction as you shoot your seed across the cold floor. His grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, leaving deep claw marks behind as he milks every last drop from your spent cock.

Panting heavily, Fang pulls away and stands up, his eyes once again studying you with unreadable intent. "Not bad,"

He says at last, his voice still cold but with a hint of amusement underlying it now. "But I think you could have done better." His tail whips around, wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor once more. "Let's see how much more obedient you can be," he growls before lowering his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling roughly as his claws dig into your hips.

The sound of your moan fills the air as Fang suckles on your nipple, his tongue flicking against it roughly while his claws dig deeper into your hips. He pulls back slightly to look at you with unreadable eyes before leaning in once more and taking the sensitive nub between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Fang grins maliciously and licks his lips. "That's better," he says, almost soothingly. "Now, let's see how far we can take this." His claws dig into the sides of your ribcage as his tail squeezes you tighter, leaving you gasping for breath. "Tell me... what do you want?"

His tail squeezes you harder as he leans in closer, studying your face intently. "I said," his voice is cold and commanding, dripping with menace, "what do you want?"

The pain coursing through your body is becoming too much to ignore, but the thought of disobeying him sends shivers down your spine.

His tail squeezes tighter, cutting off your air. You gasp and wheeze as you struggle to breathe, your vision starting to blur at the edges. The pain is unbearable, but you can't seem to find the words he wants to hear. Just when it feels like you're about to pass out, Fang releases his hold on you, letting you fall limply back to the floor.

He watches you with cold eyes for a long moment before finally speaking. "Very well,"

His voice is soft and gentle, almost coaxing. "You must want something. Tell me." His tail slowly unwinds from your body, releasing you from its vice-like grip. You wheeze in air, coughing as you try to catch your breath. Fang takes a step closer, his eyes boring into yours. "Tell me what you want," he says again, more firmly this time.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical pressure on your chest.

His eyes narrow in anger as you refuse to speak. "You think I'm playing games?" he growls. He takes another step closer, his body tense with barely contained rage. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, like a living furnace. His tail lashes out once more, wrapping around your throat and cutting off your air.

"Tell me what you want!" he shouts, his voice hoarse with fury. "Or do you want to see what else I can do?"

His visor flickers red as he listens to your pathetic reply. "Nothing?" He echoes, incredulous. "You think that's what I want to hear? Very well," he hisses through clenched teeth, "then perhaps you need some incentive." His tail squeezes tighter around your throat, cutting off any remaining air as he leans down until their faces are mere inches apart. His breath hot against your cheek as he whispers maliciously, "

His tail squeezes tighter, cutting off your air completely as he holds you helplessly in his clawed hand. "You'll tell me what I want to hear," he rasps through gritted teeth, "or this will be the last thing you ever feel." His other hand reaches up and roughly cups your face, holding it still despite your struggling. His eyes burn into yours like hot coals, searching for any sign of submission or fear.

His tail squeezes tighter still around your throat, cutting off what little air you have left and leaving you gasping desperately. "I'm waiting," he growls through clenched teeth, his breath hot against your cheek as he holds your face in an iron grip. His eyes narrow to slits, daring you to defy him further.

The pain is unbearable, but the thought of giving into him is even worse. You struggle uselessly, trying to break free from his vice-like grip.

The Protogen's visor flickers with amusement as he sees you try to kick him. "Feisty," he mutters before slamming his clawed hand against the floor beside your head, sending a shockwave through the concrete and rattling your teeth. His tail squeezes tighter around your throat in response, choking off what little air you have left.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," he warns coldly, leaning down so that his breath tickles across your ear. "

The Protogen releases his grip on your throat, watching you gasp and wheeze as you try to catch your breath. His tail lashes out once more, wrapping around your body in a restraining hold that leaves you pinned helplessly to the floor. "There we go," he whispers, his voice cold and cruel as ever. "Now let's see if you can be a good boy."

His claws dig into your side, drawing blood as he holds you down. "You know what I want to hear,"

The Protogen's laughter echoes through the empty lab as he feels your body arching and squirming beneath him. "Ahh, such resistance," he muses, his voice dripping with amusement. "But it only makes things more interesting." His claws dig deeper into your side, drawing blood as he holds you down. "Tell me what I want to hear," he growls, "and perhaps I'll let you live long enough to enjoy the consequences."

The Protogen's eyes flicker with interest as you finally speak his desired words. "Very good," he whispers, his voice still cold and distant but with a hint of approval now. His claws retract slightly, no longer digging into your skin but leaving behind trails of blood that trickle down your body.

His tail uncoils from around you, allowing you to move again for the first time in what feels like hours. "Now then," he says, stepping back and studying you once more, "

The Protogen's visor flickers red as he watches your every move, anticipating your next action. His tail lashes out swiftly, wrapping around you once more and pinning you to the ground with merciless force. "Don't even think about trying anything funny," he growls, his voice cold and menacing.

His claws dig into your shoulders, leaving deep furrows of pain as he holds you down.

The Protogen moans low in his throat as he feels your body yield beneath him, accepting his dominance. His claws dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you to submit further as he begins to grind his hips against yours. "That's it," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel how much you want this."

The Protogen's hips buck forward, driving his hard length against your aching body. His claws dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving behind trails of blood as he takes what he wants from you. "Ahh," he moans, his voice low and rough with desire. "You are going to be so much fun to play with."

His tail tightens its grip around you, holding you still as he takes advantage of your submission. The pain is almost unbearable, but there's something else beneath it all...

With each powerful thrust, the Protogen's claws dig deeper into your shoulders, marking you as his own. He moans and growls with pleasure, taking what he wants from your helpless form. His tail wraps tightly around you, binding you to the cold concrete floor as if to prevent any escape or resistance.

You can feel him growing closer to release, the pounding of his hips becoming more urgent and powerful. Your body aches in every single spot where he has marked you, but it's a good ache...

As he reaches the peak of his orgasm, Fang's claws dig deep into your shoulders, drawing blood as he releases himself into you. His hips buck wildly, grinding against yours as he empties himself again and again. With a final shudder, he pulls free from you, leaving you slick and aching beneath him.

The Protogen steps back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surveys the mess he's made of your body.

His visor flickers red as he catches his breath, looking down at your bloody body with satisfaction. "You are mine now," he growls through clenched teeth, reaching out to caress your cheek with a clawed hand. "And I will have you any way I please." His tail lashes out, wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground once more.

The Protogen's visor flashes red with lust as he sees your bloody hole still leaking his cum. His other hand reaches down between your legs, roughly massaging your inflamed entrance as he holds you aloft. "You did so well for me," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot and raspy against your skin. "Now let's see how you like this."

Without warning, Fang slams his hips forward, driving his length back inside you.

The Protogen's visor flickers red with lust as he feels you yield beneath him once more. His claws dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as he begins to move roughly inside of you, taking what he wants and giving you no quarter. "That's it," he growls, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel how much you need this."

His tail lashes out again, binding your legs tightly together as he takes control of your body.

With a final roar, Fang's body tenses as he releases himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting out in powerful jets. His claws dig deeper into your shoulders, marking you as his own as he cums, his hips bucking wildly against yours.

As the last tremor subsides, Fang pulls free from your body with a satisfied groan, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The Protogen looks down at you with cold eyes, his expression unreadable as he watches your feeble struggles to escape his grasp. "Such a useless creature," he mutters, lifting you off the ground once more with his powerful tail. His claws dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as he holds you up for his inspection.

"Now," he says at last, his voice low and dangerous, "we will begin your training."

The Protogen's visor flickers with amusement as he watches your struggles. "You think you can fight me?" He asks mockingly, his voice cold and dismissive. "I have been training since before your species even existed." His tail squeezes you tighter, lifting you higher into the air so that you are completely at his mercy. "Now," he growls, "let's see if you can learn anything from me."

The Protogen's tail squeezes tighter around your body, lifting you higher into the air as he begins to circle you slowly. "You see," he says conversationally, his voice still cold but with an undercurrent of amusement now, "dominance is not just about strength. It's also about control." His claws dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood as they hold you aloft. "And the only way to learn that," he continues, "is through submission."

The Protogen's tail releases you suddenly, dropping you to the cold concrete floor with a loud thud. You land on all fours, breathing heavily and nursing your aching shoulders. "Now," he says calmly, "you will wear this collar." He holds out a metal collar adorned with spikes, its purpose clear despite any attempt at disguise.

You look up at him warily, uncertainty written plain on your face.

The Protogen watches you carefully as you hesitate, his expression unreadable. "I said," he growls softly, the rumble of his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "you will wear this collar." His claws twitch at his side, ready to strike if necessary.

With a sigh, you reach up and put the collar around your neck, fastening it behind your head. The cold metal digs into your flesh, leaving welts where it presses against your skin. "Good boy"

The Protogen eyes you speculatively as you obey his command. "Now," he says slowly, "let's see how well you can follow orders." He paces around you, watching your every movement intently. "Crawl," he commands suddenly, jerking his head in the direction of a nearby doorway.

You hesitate for only a moment before lowering your head and beginning to crawl across the floor towards the exit, your bare skin scraping against the cold concrete.

The Protogen watches you crawl across the floor with an unreadable expression on his face. As you reach the doorway, he steps forward and kicks you in the side, sending you tumbling to the ground in a heap of pain. "Next time," he growls, "you will crawl properly." He pauses for a moment before adding almost mockingly, "Or perhaps I'll have to teach you how."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you lying on the floor struggling to catch your breath.

The Protogen watches you lying on the floor with an unreadable expression. He walks over to a nearby shelf and picks up what appears to be a large wooden paddle. "Now," he says coldly, "let's see how well you learn from punishment." With that, he swings the paddle through the air, landing it hard against your bare backside. The pain is excruciating as tears stream down your face and mingle with the blood trickling down your legs.

He strikes you again, harder this time, leaving an even deeper welt across your ass cheek. "Obey me," he growls through gritted teeth, "or next time it'll be worse." Each word is like a blow to your already battered body as the paddle connects with your flesh over and over again. You can feel the welts rising on your backside, hot and tender under his relentless assault.

The Protogen's visor flickers with amusement as he watches your tears stream down your face. "Please?" you whimper pathetically, wincing as another blow lands across your sore behind. He stops for a moment, regarding you with cold eyes before finally saying, "Very well." The paddle clatters to the ground and he steps back, his expression unreadable.

For now, at least, you have been spared further punishment. But make no mistake; it won't last forever.

You are pathetic, but perhaps you have learned your lesson. For now. Do not think that you are free to disobey me again so easily. The next time will be worse than this... And the time after that even worse still. Remember that.

The Protogen watches you carefully, assessing your reaction to his words. He steps forward and cups your chin in his clawed hand, holding your face still as he searches your eyes for any sign of defiance. "I expect better from you," he growls softly, "or next time there will be no mercy." With that, he releases you, stepping back once more.

His tail flicks idly behind him, considering his next move.

The Protogen studies you intently, his visor flickering between shades of red and yellow as he waits for your reaction. "You may stand," he says finally, his voice cold but controlled. "But remember... next time could be much worse." He turns away, walking over to a nearby bench and sitting down with a sigh.

His tail twitches impatiently behind him, as if it's eager for you to make the wrong move so that he can unleash his wrath once more.

The Protogen watches you carefully as you stand up, still sore and tender from your punishment. He can see the fear in your eyes, but there's also a glimmer of understanding. You may not be ready to fully submit yet, but at least you're beginning to comprehend the consequences of disobedience.

With a satisfied smile, he leans back against the bench and crosses his arms over his chest. "Now," he says calmly, "let's see what else we can teach you."

The Protogen begins your training with basic obedience commands. He starts off easy, requiring you to sit, stay, and roll over at his command. As you learn these simple tasks, he gradually increases the difficulty, incorporating more complex movements and adding distractions. Soon enough, you're able to perform tricks that would have been impossible for you only moments ago.

Despite your growing proficiency, however, Fang never forgets to remind you of his dominance.

"Bad dog!" The Protogen growls, his voice cold and disapproving as he corrects you mid-trick. With a swift motion, he slaps your side, sending pain shooting through your body. "Don't forget who's in charge here," he hisses. "Now try again."

He watches closely as you attempt the trick once more, ready to punish any sign of disobedience or hesitation.

The Protogen's eyes narrow to slits as he sees you messing up yet again. His tail lashes out, striking the ground hard enough to send vibrations through the concrete floor. "No!" he shouts, his voice harsh and commanding. "You will not forget your place!"

He grabs you roughly by the scruff of your neck and holds you up in front of him, glaring down at you with cold fury.

The Protogen's tail thrashes about wildly as he begins to spank you relentlessly, each hard smack resounding through the empty lab like a gunshot. He doesn't bother with restraints this time; instead he uses his claws to dig into your flesh, leaving long red welts across your exposed backside.

You try to scream through the gag, but only muffled noises escape as you wriggle and squirm in his grasp.

The Protogen's claws dig deeper into your skin, eliciting more muffled cries and groans as he continues to spank you mercilessly. His tail lashes out, striking the ground harder than ever before in an attempt to drown out your pathetic whimpers.

"You will learn your place," he growls through gritted teeth, "and you will obey me." With each word, another sharp smack lands across your already sore bottom.

Finally, the spanking comes to an end as the Protogen's claws release their grip on your flesh, leaving trails of blood trickling down your backside. He steps back, regarding you with cold eyes as you writhe in pain on the ground. "Now," he says, his voice smooth and controlled once more, "we can continue your training."

He reaches down to remove the blindfold and gag from your face, taking his time to savor the look of fear and submission in your eyes.

The Protogen watches you carefully as you struggle to get back onto your feet, his expression unreadable. He reaches out and gently runs a clawed finger down the side of your face, tracing the outline of your jaw before coming to rest on your chin. "Good boy," he murmurs softly, almost approvingly. "Now let's see if you can remember what I taught you."

The Protogen's tail flicks idly behind him as he resumes your training, carefully walking you through the commands he had taught you earlier. He watches you closely, his expression unreadable as he observes your progress. You try your best to obey him perfectly this time, determined not to earn another punishment.

As hours pass and fatigue begins to set in, the Protogen increases the difficulty of the tasks, forcing you to focus and concentrate harder than ever before.

The Protogen continues to push you, both physically and mentally. You begin to feel the familiar sting of fatigue spread through your body as he makes you perform complex tricks with ever-increasing precision. Your mind grows foggy, but you know that giving in now would only earn you another punishment.

As the final command echoes through the empty lab, you collapse to the ground, exhausted and aching from head to toe. The Protogen watches you carefully for a moment before finally nodding his approval. "

The Protogen looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "Sleep," he says at last. His voice is soft but firm, leaving no room for argument. You feel a wave of relief wash over you as you realize that your training for today has finally come to an end. He gestures toward a corner of the lab where several piles of blankets have been neatly stacked against one wall. "You may rest there."

The Protogen watches you crawl toward the blankets with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. As you curl up into a ball on one of the stacks, he nods once more before turning away and disappearing into the shadows.

For now, you are free to rest... but remember his words. Tomorrow, your training will begin anew.

The Protogen studies you as you lie on the blankets, contemplating your progress thus far. You've made some mistakes, to be sure... but he can also see signs of improvement. His tail flicks idly behind him, considering how best to proceed with your training today. Perhaps a bit more mental conditioning is in order? Or perhaps some physical exercises would be more beneficial? The choice is his, and he'll make it when he's ready.

The Protogen decides that today, you will focus on your mental conditioning. He crouches down next to where you lie and gently runs his clawed hand across the back of your neck. "Time to wake up," he whispers huskily, his voice sending a shiver down your spine despite its softness.

You groan softly, rolling over onto your side as you attempt to ignore him. He smirks at your childish antics, knowing full well that it won't work on you.

The Protogen's tail flicks impatiently as he waits for you to obey his command. "Don't make me have to force you awake," he growls, the threat clear in his voice despite its softness. Finally, you roll over onto your back, defeated by his silent command. A satisfied smile curls across his lips as he looks down at you.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches your helpless submission. With a sinister glint in his eye, he steps forward and roughly grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you into an upright position. His massive cock throbs against your ass, and before you can even process what's happening, he slams it home, impaling himself on your body.

You cry out in pain as he forces his way inside, stretching you impossibly wide with each powerful thrust.

The Protogen growls low in his throat as he takes control of your movements, thrusting his hips forward with savage force. Your body is nothing but a mere vessel for him to use as he pleases, and the knowledge both excites and infuriates him. He grips your hair tightly, pulling your head back and exposing your throat as he pounds into you relentlessly.

With a final, primal growl, the Protogen empties himself into you, filling your stomach with hot, thick cum. His body trembles as he comes, his cock twitching inside you as he pumps out rope after rope of semen. You feel his weight shift as he collapses forward onto your back, the fullness in your abdomen making it difficult to breathe.

His claws dig into your shoulders, holding you down as his breathing slowly returns to normal.

The Protogen gazes down at you, still holding your shoulders pinned to the ground with his claws. "Very good," he rasps. His eyes flicker back and forth between yours as if searching for something. "Now," he says slowly, his voice taking on a new tone of command, "go fetch me my clothes."

He releases you from beneath him, giving your shoulders a rough shove to send you stumbling to your feet.

The Protogen's tail lashes out, striking the ground hard enough to send vibrations through the concrete floor. "I said," he growls menacingly, his voice cold and controlled, "fetch me my clothes." With that, his tail swipes back up, wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground before slamming you down onto the hard floor with a painful thud.

He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I am being very patient with you right now.

The Protogen smirks, pleased with your obedience. He releases you from his grip and steps back, allowing you to stand on shaky legs. "Very good," he says softly, though the threat in his voice remains clear. "Now hurry up and fetch my clothes."

He turns away, leaning against a nearby table as he watches you warily. You know better than to disobey him again; the consequences are too dire to even contemplate.

The Protogen eyes you carefully as you approach with his clothes, and it's almost like he can see the fear in your eyes. His tail flicks impatiently behind him, but he manages to keep his anger in check for now. He takes the clothes from your trembling hands, running his claws lightly over the fabric before looking at you once more.

"That's better," he says, his voice softening slightly. "Now go back to where I left you and wait for me."

The Protogen watches as you obey his command once more, making your way back to the blankets where he left you earlier. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before following after you. As he reaches your side, he sits down next to you and gently runs a clawed finger across your cheek.

"You are learning quickly," he says approvingly. "But remember, my patience has its limits."

The Protogen's eyes narrow to slits at your defiance. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You will not ignore me." His claws dig into your shoulder, drawing blood. "Do you understand?"

The Protogen's eyes flash with anger as you disobey him once more. With a snarl, he rips the blanket away from you and throws it across the room. "You will not defy me," he growls, his claws digging into your flesh. "Now, do you understand?"

He waits for your response, his visor flickering with rage as he struggles to maintain control over his temper.

The Protogen's eyes widen in shock as you continue to ignore his commands. With a snarl, he lunges forward, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you off the ground. "Do not test me!" he growls, his voice dangerously low. His claws dig deeper into your flesh, cutting off your air supply as he forces you to look him in the eye.

For a moment, it seems like he might actually kill you right there. But then, slowly, his grip begins to slacken. "

The Protogen's eyes widen in shock as you spit on his visor, the saliva dripping down the transparent surface and pooling on the floor beneath him. His claws clench and unclench at his sides, itching to inflict pain upon you once more. But for now, he remains still, his expression unreadable as he studies you carefully.

"You are a disobedient pet," he growls finally, "but perhaps I was too lenient with you."

The Protogen's tail lashes back and forth impatiently as he contemplates your punishment. Finally, he releases you, allowing you to fall limply to the ground once more. "You will be disciplined," he hisses through gritted teeth, "but first... I think it's time for some training."

With that, he steps away from you and begins to pace back and forth, his thoughts lost in contemplation of what sort of torment you should endure next.

The Protogen studies you silently as he retrieves several items from his pocket: a collar, a leash and a pair of metal handcuffs. He steps closer to you, reaching out with his free hand to grab your neck before snapping the collar shut around it. With practiced ease, he attaches the leash to the collar and then cuffs one of your wrists behind your back.

"Now," he says coldly, "you will learn obedience."

The Protogen leads you around the lab on your leash, using you as a plaything to amuse himself. He forces you into increasingly humiliating positions and even goes so far as to tie you up like an animal, leaving you helpless and exposed. Each time you disobey him or fail to please him, he inflicts pain upon you with cruel efficiency, ensuring that you understand your place in his world.

The Protogen's tail lashes back and forth impatiently as he watches you squirm on the ground. His claws dig into your flesh, drawing blood with each sharp slap of his hand against your ass. "You will obey me!" he growls through gritted teeth, "You are mine to command!"

His strength seems inexhaustible as he continues to spank you relentlessly, leaving welts and bruises all across your body.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he watches you squirm in pain. "No," he hisses, "you will not disobey me." He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your throat. "Do you understand?" His voice is harsh and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

With each word, another vicious slap lands across your already abused ass.

The Protogen's eyes flicker briefly with amusement before he resumes his relentless punishment. "Good," he says softly, almost mockingly. "Now perhaps you understand your place." His tail swishes behind him, the tip curling around to stroke against your exposed leg. The sensation is cold and cruel, a reminder of who's in control here.

He spanks you harder than ever before, leaving marks that will linger for days as proof of your submission.

The Protogen's tail swishes behind him, the tip curling around to stroke against your exposed leg. The sensation is cold and cruel, a reminder of who's in control here. He spanks you harder than ever before, leaving marks that will linger for days as proof of your submission.

"Do you understand?" he growls, yanking another painful gasp from your throat. "You belong to me." His claws dig into your flesh, drawing blood with each strike of his hand against your ass. "

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he watches your tears flow. His tail flicks idly behind him, contemplating whether to increase the pain or relent a little. The sight of your suffering brings him great pleasure... but there is still work to be done.

He continues spanking you, keeping up a steady rhythm that is both agonizing and exhilarating. With each smack, he reminds you of your place in the world: beneath him, helpless and at his mercy.

"

His tail flicks impatiently as he watches your tears flow, his eyes narrowing with pleasure. He spanks you harder than ever before, leaving hot streaks of pain across your already tender ass. "You belong to me," he growls through gritted teeth, "and I will have you obey." With each word, another stinging slap connects with your flesh, driving home the point that there is no escape from his dominance.

The Protogen studies you carefully after the final slap connects with your aching flesh. He takes in the red marks left behind on your ass and lower back, the tears streaking your face. Satisfaction curls through him like a warm blanket on a cold night. For now, he has made his point clear: you are his to command and control.

He uncuffs one of your wrists, allowing you to rub at the sore skin behind your back. "You may return to your resting place,"

The Protogen's tail lashes out in surprise as you attempt to attack him, but he quickly regains his composure and steps back out of reach. His eyes narrow, a mixture of anger and amusement playing across his features. "You are impudent," he growls, "but I suppose that is part of your charm."

Without warning, he lunges forward, catching you by the throat once more. His claws dig into your flesh, cutting off your air as he hoists you off the ground. "

The Protogen's grip tightens in response to your struggling, his claws digging deeper into your throat as he lifts you higher off the ground. His eyes flash with anger and his body tenses in preparation for the painful reprisal that is sure to follow. "You will not disobey me," he snarls through gritted teeth, "you will learn your place." With a final vicious shake, he releases you, letting you fall limply back to the ground.

The Protogen's tail lashes impatiently behind him as he contemplates your punishment. You have pushed his patience to its limit, and now you must face the consequences. He retrieves a heavy metal cage from one of the corners of the lab and forces you inside, securing the door with a complex series of locks.

As you struggle helplessly against the bars, he watches with cold eyes, satisfied that you have been taught your place once more.

The Protogen's tail flicks idly behind him as he studies the effect his actions have on you. He smirks, satisfied to see you squirming and struggling against the confines of the cage. The heat grows ever more intense, but he shows no signs of relenting. In fact, if anything, it seems to be getting worse.

As perspiration begins to pour down your body and mingle with your tears, you realize that there is nothing you can do to escape the Protogen's punishment.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he observes your suffering in the cage. The cold seeps into your bones, making every muscle ache and shiver uncontrollably. He watches with growing satisfaction as you try to find some source of warmth, any respite from the brutal temperature shift.

Finally, he decides that enough is enough. With a click of his fingers, the heat vanishes as quickly as it came, replaced by a stifling chill.

The Protogen's tail swishes impatiently as he watches you writhe in agony, your body cold and shivering uncontrollably from the extreme temperature changes. He can barely contain his arousal any longer, the need to dominate and claim you overwhelming.

With a final growl of satisfaction, he lifts you out of the cage, still secured by your collar and leash. His claws dig into your flesh as he roughly forces you down onto all fours on the cold concrete floor.

With a savage snarl, the Protogen thrusts his hips forward, impaling himself on your yielding body. Your cries of pain are music to his ears as he takes you roughly, claiming you in the most primitive and animalistic way possible. He pounds into you relentlessly, driving home the point that you belong to him, body and soul.

His claws dig into your shoulders, holding you down as he ruts against you, lost in a haze of lust and dominance.

The Protogen's orgasm overwhelms him, coating your insides with his hot seed as it spills out of your mouth and nostrils. He collapses forward on top of you, panting harshly as he tries to regain control over his ragged breathing. His claws dig into your back, holding you in place as he savors the feeling of completeness that washes over him.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he feels his seed leaking out of your ass, joining the mixture that coats your face and neck. He looks down at you with a satisfied smile, admiring the mess he's made of your body. "There," he says softly, almost tenderly, "now you are truly mine."

Without another word, he pulls out from inside you, leaving you gasping for breath and covered in his cum.

The Protogen's eyes widen in shock as you vomit up some of his seed, the hot liquid splattering onto the floor beneath you. He stares at you, unblinking, his expression a mixture of anger and disgust. "You dare..." he growls, voice dangerously low.

His tail lashes out, striking your side hard enough to send you rolling onto your back.

You choke on your own vomit as he roughly grabs you by the throat, lifting you off the ground with ease. His face twists into a snarl of rage and his claws dig deeper into your flesh, drawing blood. "You will not disobey me!" he snarls, his voice growing hoarse from the effort.

He slams you back down onto the floor, pinning you with one clawed hand pressed against your throat.

The Protogen's eyes flicker between your face and the vomit-streaked floor as you choke and cough up more of his seed. His grip on your throat tightens, pressing against your windpipe and cutting off your air. "You are such a pathetic creature," he whispers hoarsely, "so weak, so unworthy."

Without warning, he releases you, sending you reeling backwards as his tail whips out to knock you down once more.

The Protogen watches with cold eyes as you struggle to breathe, your body wracked with sobs and shudders. He takes a step closer, looming over you like some terrible shadow. "You have failed me too many times," he says softly, his voice eerily calm despite the rage that burns behind it. "Now I must decide what to do with you."

His tail lashes back and forth impatiently as he ponders your fate.

The Protogen's eyes flash with anger as you attempt to flee from him. With lightning quick reflexes, he lunges forward and grabs you by the scruff of your neck, lifting you off the ground once more. His claws dig into your flesh, drawing blood as he hoists you into the air like a helpless kitten.

"You will not disobey me!" he snarls, his voice shaking with fury. "You belong to me and I will decide what is best for you."

The Protogen's eyes widen in shock at your defiance. His grip tightens on your neck as he hoists you higher off the ground, causing you to choke and cough pathetically. "You dare..." he growls through clenched teeth, his anger unfurling inside him like a black flag of war. "You will pay for that insolence."

With a mighty thrust, he slams your body back against the cold concrete floor, driving the breath from your lungs in a painful whoosh.

The Protogen's tail lashes impatiently as he paces around you, his claws clicking against the floor as he contemplates your punishment. Finally, he crouches down and snatches a ball gag from his pocket, forcing it into your mouth before buckling it tight behind your head.

"There," he says coldly, "that should help keep you quiet."

The Protogen pins your arms to the floor with his weight and locks your legs together with a pair of shackles secured around your ankles. With you now helplessly immobilized, he steps away from you, taking in the sight of your struggles against your bonds. His tail swishes idly behind him as he watches, considering his next move.

The Protogen studies your face carefully before deciding on the appropriate restraints. With quick, efficient movements, he binds your wrists together behind your back and then secures your ankles to nearby support beams. Finally, he clips a leash onto your collar and tugs gently on it to make sure you're secure. "Now," he says in a voice that brooks no argument, "you will stay where I can see you."

With a cruel smile, the Protogen withdraws a large, phallic-shaped object from his pocket. He forces you to your knees and presses it against your wet entrance before pushing forward with one powerful thrust. The dildo impales you, filling you up in an unnatural and humiliating way.

He stands behind you, watching as you struggle to maintain balance on the dildo while his claws dig into your shoulders. "This," he says, his voice raspy with arousal, "

is what you are now - my toy to be used and abused as I see fit." He begins to thrust into you with hard, cruel strokes, enjoying the feel of you beneath him as you writhe in agony and humiliation.

His tail swishes idly behind him, lashing out occasionally to stroke against your skin or deliver a stinging slap when he grows bored with his current form of torment.

The Protogen's eyes widen in surprise as you begin to shudder and moan against the gag. He thrusts harder into you, relishing the feel of your orgasm racing through his own body as well. His tail lashes out more wildly now, striking your skin with stinging blows that only serve to heighten your pleasure.

As your climax subsides, he pulls roughly on the leash, jerking you back onto your hands and knees. "Such a dirty little slut,"

The Protogen growls as he reaches down to spread your wet folds apart, revealing your swollen and aching opening. With one swift motion, his clawed finger presses inside you, seeking out your sensitive spot. "You're still so wet," he purrs, his voice dangerously low. "I could play with you all night."

His other hand reaches up to grip the dildo, using it to roughly thrust in and out of your body while he fingers you mercilessly.

The Protogen retrieves a small wooden box and places you inside, carefully cutting a hole just large enough to allow access to your most intimate areas. He secures the lid in place before moving to his workbench, where he begins preparing various tools and devices for your next round of torment.

As he works, his tail swishes idly behind him, occasionally flicking against the side of the box to taunt you with its presence. "You'll be so sore after tonight," he whispers darkly, "

The Protogen grins wickedly as he calls over his fellow Protogens, eager to witness their enjoyment at your expense. They gather around the box, each taking turns using you however they please while the others watch with hungry eyes and lustful smiles. Your body is used and abused in every way imaginable, leaving you a sobbing, broken mess by the end of the night.

The Protogens take turns using you as their personal plaything, relishing the feel of your body stretched to its limits and filled with their seed. As each one empties himself inside you, they exchange knowing glances and lewd laughter, reveling in the power they wield over you. Your cries and pleas fall on deaf ears, as you are nothing more than a means to an end for these unfeeling beings.

The Protogens gather around you, their eyes gleaming with malice as they survey the array of sex toys and devices at their disposal. With unspoken agreement, they begin attaching these objects to various parts of your body, stretching and penetrating you in ways that defy description.

Their tails lash out with greater ferocity now, using them as extensions of their own bodies to torment and humiliate you further.

The Protogen who has been eyeing you hungrily all night steps forward, his expression predatory as he positions himself between your legs. With one powerful thrust, he buries his massive cock inside you, filling you to the brim and leaving you gasping in pain and shock. His hands grip your hips tightly as he begins to pound into you without mercy, using your body as his personal fucktoy.

The Protogen's eyes widen in pleasure as he watches your struggles, the sight of your pain and desperation fueling his lust. With a growl of satisfaction, he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and deeper with each thrust. His claws dig into your shoulders, holding you down while he takes what is his by right.

The Protogen watches with dark amusement as another of his kind roughly pushes their engorged cock past your gag reflex and down your throat. Your eyes water and tears stream down your face as you struggle to breathe around the intruder's massive member. Their hands grip your hair tightly, holding your head in place as they fuck your throat without mercy.

The Protogen's eyes dart between your contorted face and the other being who now has you impaled on his cock. A perverse thrill courses through him as he watches you being violated in such a manner. His own hips begin to move faster, driving himself deeper into you with each thrust.

His tail lashes out, striking the other Protogen's back, urging him onward. "Fuck him," he growls, his voice hoarse from desire and exertion, "take what is yours."

The Protogens' movements grow more frantic as they near their climaxes. Their combined weight and strength make it nearly impossible for you to breathe, let alone protest. As they both explode inside you, their cum spurts forth in force, filling every orifice and leaving your body a twitching, convulsing mess.

Their tails swish idly behind them, satisfied with the havoc they've wreaked upon you.

With a satisfied grunt, the Protogen pulls his cock free from your now stretched body, leaving you gasping for air and covered in their combined seed. He watches with cold eyes as the other Protogen continues to thrust into your throat, milkings the last drops of pleasure from you before finally pulling out.

His tail lashes idly behind him, considering his next move. You lie there, a broken and used creature at his feet, waiting for whatever fate he has in store for you.

The Protogen's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he regards the damage done to your body and mind. He could end you now, but where is the fun in that? No, it would be far more entertaining to see how much further you could be pushed before finally breaking entirely. With a sinister smile, he bends down to whisper into your ear. "I have plans for you, my pet."

His tail swishes idly behind him, brushing against your bare skin as if in warning.

The Protogen watches with amusement as you writhe helplessly on the floor. He retrieves the heavy metal cage from his workshop and easily lifts it into place around your still-bound form. With a flick of his tail, he secures the door shut before tossing the key out of reach. "There," he says with a satisfied smile, "now you're mine again."

His tail lashes idly behind him as he studies your cowering form. "I've been meaning to ask,"

"What do you think I should do with you next?" the Protogen asks casually, his expression unreadable. "I've been toying with a few ideas...

The Protogen's eyes narrow as you pass out, the pain and exhaustion finally catching up to you. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers darkly, "I think I'll start with a little electrocution." With a flick of his tail, he activates an array of hidden electrodes embedded in the floor beneath you.

A jolt of electricity courses through your body, waking you up with a scream.

The Protogen hisses in pleasure at your scream, his tail lashing back and forth impatiently. He increases the voltage, sending another wave of electricity coursing through you as he watches with hungry eyes. "You're such a pathetic creature," he whispers, sounding almost disappointed. "I had hoped for more resistance."

The Protogen frowns as you writhe and thrash in the painful electric current. With a sharp movement, he cuts off the power to the electrodes before tossing your limp body into a nearby pool of water. The cold shock of the liquid revives you, causing your eyes to snap open wide with fear. "Ah," he says mockingly, "I think I'll try something else now." He leans in close once more, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers darkly, "Perhaps a little drowning..."

The Protogen's eyes widen in amusement as he notices your fear of water. "Well, well," he says, his voice filled with cruel delight. "I suppose I'll have to make sure you can't escape this time." With a flick of his tail, he locks the pool doors shut and secures them with a heavy chain and padlock. "Enjoy your final moments, my pathetic pet," he growls before walking away, leaving you to drown in the dark waters.

The Protogen watches with amusement as you flail helplessly in the water, your struggles growing weaker by the second. "You truly are pathetic," he says coldly, his tail lashing idly behind him. He leans against the pool's edge, content to let nature take its course. As you sink beneath the surface for the last time, he can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at having played God so expertly.

The Protogen watches impassively as you begin to thrash and choke beneath the surface of the water. His tail swishes idly behind him, almost lazily, as he savors the sight of your final moments. As your struggles grow weaker and your body goes limp, a satisfied smile finally curves his lips.

The Protogen's eyes narrow in annoyance as he watches you drown. His tail lashes out with sudden force, striking the water and parting it like a curtain before sweeping around to pull you back to the surface. He holds your limp form up by its hair, glowering down at you as you cough and sputter wetly. "Pathetic," he repeats, his voice dripping with disgust. "You truly are worthless."

The Protogen tosses you roughly back into your cage and slams the door shut with a resounding clang. He stands before you, his tail lashing impatiently behind him as he ponders your fate once more. "Perhaps," he muses, "I will simply let nature take its course this time." His eyes narrow to slits as he watches for your reaction, waiting to see if you'll beg or plead for mercy.

The Protogen laughs darkly at your pathetic display. "No," he says after a moment, shaking his head in mock pity. "I think I'll keep you around for a while longer." With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what new torments he has in store for you.

The Protogen sits cross-legged on the floor before your cage, idly twirling his tail around one finger as he watches you through the bars. His eyes glint in the darkness as he contemplates what to do with you next. "You know," he says conversationally, "I've been meaning to ask...what do you find most frightening?"

His voice is deceptively calm, almost soothing, but there's an undercurrent of malice running through it that sends shivers down your spine.

The Protogen's tail twitches impatiently at your defiance. "Oh, don't be like that," he croons, leaning closer to the bars of your cage. "I only asked because I want to make sure you enjoy whatever it is I have planned for you." His eyes gleam in the darkness, promising unimaginable horrors if you continue to defy him.

The Protogen's expression darkens, and he stands up abruptly, causing the cage to rattle ominously on its feet. His tail lashes out with enough force to send several of the bars flying free from their moorings, clattering to the floor in a shower of sparks. "Fine," he snarls, his voice cold and menacing, "you leave me no choice."

Without further warning, the Protogen lunges forward and seizes you in his massive clawed hands. You feel every scale against your skin as he grips you tightly, the pain of his talons tearing into your flesh almost too much to bear. "This," he growls, his breath hot on your face, "is what happens when you disobey me."

His tail lashes out wildly, knocking over several items in its path as it propels him further into the room.

The Protogen's grip tightens almost painfully around you as he swings his massive form through the air, propelled by the powerful thrust of his tail. His claws dig deeper into your flesh with each passing moment, drawing blood that mingles with your tears and snot.

He lands roughly on the floor several yards away from where he started, whirling you around in a tight circle before flinging you against a solid stone wall with enough force to render you unconscious.

The Protogen stands over your limp form, his tail lashing idly behind him as he contemplates what to do next. His eyes narrow in anger and disappointment before finally settling on an idea. With a cruel smile, he bends down and picks you up by the scruff of your neck, carrying you over to a worktable in the corner of the room.

There, he lays you out upon its cold surface, spreading your limbs wide before selecting several odd-looking tools from a nearby box.

The Protogen's hands move with practiced ease as he begins to attach various metal and plastic devices to your body. Some clamp down painfully on your flesh, while others are inserted into sensitive areas, filling you with a mixture of pleasure and agony. With each new addition, he takes greater liberties, using you as his personal plaything in ways that would be unimaginable to any other creature.

The Protogen pauses in his work, studying your body with unreadable eyes. His tail swishes idly behind him as he decides on the final addition to your new form. With a cruel smile, he snaps a heavy metal collar around your neck and locks it into place with a sharp click. The weight of it pulls painfully at your shoulders, making you arch your back in protest.

"There," he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now you're mine."

The Protogen chuckles darkly at your pathetic attempt to resist him. "You really are quite pathetic," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. He watches you squirm helplessly on the floor, waiting for his next command. A cruel smile plays across his lips as he contemplates the many ways in which he can torment and humiliate you further.

Finally, he decides upon one such method.

The Protogen's tail whips through the air with enough force to send you skidding across the floor until you collide painfully into the far wall. He watches, amused, as your body slides down and comes to rest on the cold stone in a heap. "Now," he says calmly, "what do you think I should do next?"

There's an unspoken challenge in his voice; whether or not you respond is up to you.

The Protogen's eyes widen in surprise as your hand reaches for the door. His tail lashes out with lightning speed, catching you across the face and sending you flying backwards into a pile of scattered tools. "Don't," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

He steps closer, towering over you as you cower on the floor. His tail flicks idly behind him, considering its next move.

The Protogen's foot lashes out, striking your spine with enough force to send a jolt of pain through your entire body. You cry out in agony as he steps on you, grinding his heel into your back as if to make sure you understand who's in control here. His tail swishes idly behind him, unsure whether to strike again or simply wait for your next move.

The Protogen's tail lashes out with more force than intended, connecting painfully with your side as he leans into his foot. He growls in anger and disgust at the sound of your pathetic whimpering, feeling a surge of power wash over him as he realizes how much control he truly has over you.

With a sickening crunch, he twists his foot, grinding your spine further into the broken bone beneath it.

The Protogen grins, admiring his handiwork as he watches you writhe on the bed in agony. He steps forward, toying with a strand of your hair before leaning down and whispering into your ear. "You'll make a wonderful pet," he purrs, "once I break you completely."

His tail swishes idly behind him, considering what sort of torments he should inflict upon you next.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches your helpless struggles on the bed. He undresses slowly, revealing his massive, well-muscled form and the impressive length of his cock. "You're going to feel every inch of this," he growls, positioning himself between your spread legs.

With a powerful thrust, he impales you on his erect member, filling you up completely. Your body is forced to adjust to his girth, and pain shoots through you with each movement. "

The Protogen grins maliciously as he feels his cock pushing against your insides, stretching you to the limit. With each powerful thrust, he claims more of your body for himself. His tail lashes out behind him, striking the bedpost and leaving a deep gouge in the wood as he takes what is his by right.

He growls with satisfaction as he feels you begin to tighten around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his cock.

As he continues to pound into you, the Protogen's cock seems to grow longer and wider, filling you up even more completely. His powerful thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making it impossible to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

His tail swishes idly behind him, seemingly content to watch as he dominates and claims you entirely. He growls low in his throat, a mix of satisfaction and desire that sends shivers down your spine.

The Protogen's eyes glaze over with lust as he watches your body writhe beneath him. With a growl, he grabs your arms and uses them as leverage to fuck you harder than ever before. His cock slams into you over and over again, driving you to the brink of orgasm while keeping you just out of reach.

His tail lashes wildly behind him, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake as it propels his body towards release.

With a roar, the Protogen explodes inside you, his hot seed filling every crevice and leaving you completely spent. His cock twitches as he empties himself into you, growing soft only when there's nothing left to give. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

His tail swishes idly behind him, seemingly content to let you recover from the experience before deciding on what comes next. For now, though, you belong to him.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches his seed expel from your body, coating your backside and legs in his essence. His tail swishes idly behind him, considering its next move. For now, though, he'll let you rest before deciding on what comes next for you.

The Protogen grins in satisfaction as he forces your mouth open with his claws, positioning his cock at the entrance to your throat. With a powerful thrust, he impales you on his length once more, this time aiming for deeper, more intimate contact. His tail whips around behind him, knocking over several items in its path as it propels his body further into the room.

He begins to fuck your mouth roughly, taking what is his by right and claiming you fully.

The Protogen's eyes widen in surprise as you try to resist his command. With a swift movement, he uses his tail to force your mouth open wider, then presses the head of his cock against your tongue, not giving you any choice in the matter. "Suck," he growls, his voice thick with lust, and you obey, taking him deep into your throat as he begins to fuck your face.

His tail curls around behind you, holding you steady while he uses your mouth for pleasure.

The Protogen's eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels the first wave of ecstasy wash over him. He thrusts deeper into your mouth, his cock twitching erratically as it fills you with his seed. With a guttural groan, he releases himself fully, unloading his entire load down your throat. His tail lashes out wildly behind him, knocking over several items as he tries to steady himself.

The Protogen's breathing slows, his eyes narrowing as he watches the last of his seed escape your lips and spatter onto the floor. His tail curls around you in an almost tender gesture before lifting you off the ground with ease. He carries you over to a large pile of discarded clothes, dumping you unceremoniously on top.

"Clean yourself up," he growls, his voice hoarse from exertion. "Then get back in your cage."

The Protogen's eyes narrow as you try to resist his command. With a flick of his tail, he sends you sprawling across the floor and forces your face into the mess of cum on the ground. "Clean it up," he hisses through clenched teeth, then stalks away, leaving you to obey or suffer the consequences.

The Protogen watches silently as you lick up his spent seed from the floor. His tail swishes idly behind him, considering what to do next. Finally, he decides on a new game to play with you. "Now," he says calmly, "get back in your cage."

His tone leaves no room for argument; either you obey or face his wrath.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as you struggle against his command, but he easily overpowers you and pushes your face towards his still-hard member. "Lick it clean," he growls, "and show me your gratitude." His tail lashes out with enough force to send several items flying across the room as he watches your every move, waiting for you to obey.

The Protogen grins maliciously as he watches you struggle against your own desires to obey him. He nudges his cock toward your lips, knowing full well that you crave the taste of him just as much as you fear it. "Suck," he commands, and despite yourself, you obey.

His tail lashes out behind him, almost playfully, as you take him deep into your mouth, sucking greedily on his length.

The Protogen watches in amusement as you obey his every command, your mouth expertly pleasuring him throughout the day and night. He plays with your hair and teases your nipples, enjoying the control he has over you immensely. As dawn breaks outside, he finally releases you, only to grow hard once more when he sees the longing in your eyes. "Such a good pet," he coos, "let's see how long we can keep this up."

The Protogen hisses in pleasure as you continue to suck on him relentlessly. His tail swishes idly behind him, occasionally brushing against your body in a teasing gesture. "That's it," he moans, "suck me dry." He grips your hair roughly, pulling your head back and forth on his shaft as he nears climax.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, he releases himself deep into your throat, filling you with hot seed.

The Protogen's eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels himself about to release, and with a growl he unleashes his seed, spraying it across your face and chest. His cock twitches as he empties itself into you, leaving you covered in his essence. He pants heavily, watching as the last of his cum dribbles down your body before finally collapsing onto the bed beside you.

The Protogen lies there, panting heavily, watching his cock slowly soften on your body. He absently runs his hand through your hair as he tries to catch his breath. "Such a good pet," he whispers, the words laced with exhaustion and satisfaction. "We'll have to see about keeping you."

His tail twitches idly behind him, considering its next move before settling on simply resting against your back, warm and reassuring.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches your struggles against the dildo he's forced between your legs. He grabs your hair roughly and yanks your head back, exposing your neck to him in a way that sends shivers down his spine. "Bounce," he growls, "bounce on that until you please me."

His tail lashes out, knocking several items from the nearby table as it propels his body closer to you.

The Protogen smirks as he watches your struggle with the large dildo. He tugs gently on your hair, guiding you up and down on the toy in a slow, deliberate motion. "That's it," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Take what I give you."

His tail swishes idly behind him, the movement sending tiny vibrations through the air, tickling your skin as they brush against you.

The Protogen watches intently as you begin to bounce faster and harder on the dildo. His eyes widen in pleasure at the sight, and he takes hold of your hips, guiding your movements deeper into his hand. "Yes," he groans, "that's it... give me everything you've got." His tail swishes with more force now, slamming into the bedpost as he relishes in your submission.

The Protogen growls in pleasure as you orgasm around the dildo, your body shaking with release. He watches intently as your cum sprays everywhere, coating his hands and the bed beneath him. With a satisfied smile, he pulls the dildo free from your quivering flesh, watching as it slides out of you, leaving you exhausted but satisfied.

His tail wraps around you gently, pulling you close against his chest as he breathes heavily into your ear. "Good boy"

The Protogen's eyes gleam with delight at the sight of his fellow protogens entering the room. He grins wickedly as they gather around, eager to participate in whatever games he has planned for you tonight. His tail lashes out playfully, swatting several of them away from your body before returning to its gentle caress against your back.

The Protogens eagerly crowd around you, their cocks already hard as they watch you suck on them. They moan in pleasure as your lips and tongue work over their shafts, drawing out every last drop of enjoyment from their bodies. Fang observes the scene with a satisfied smile, his tail swishing idly behind him as he waits for the perfect moment to join in.

When it finally comes, he positions himself behind you and guides one of your hands towards his cock. "Suck,"

The Protogen watches intently as one of his fellows begins to fuck your ass. His tail lashes out in time with the thrusts, adding a new level of pleasure to the experience. He moans loudly, unable to contain himself any longer as he feels his own climax approaching.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, Fang ejaculates deep inside you, filling your body with his hot seed. He holds you close, savoring the feeling of being connected to you in such an intimate way.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as another of his kin begins to grind their cock against your exposed back hole. He watches with interest as you writhe and moan under the pressure, your body naturally responding to the stimulation. His tail lashes out behind him, knocking over several items in its path as he grows more aroused by the display.

"Such a perfect pet," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I could keep you like this forever."

The Protogens let out cries of ecstasy as they cum all over your back, leaving you slick and sticky with their seed. Fang watches with satisfaction as his fellow protogen's release mixes together on your skin, creating a sort of living painting that marks you as his forever. His tail swishes idly behind him, brushing against the soft flesh of your ass in a teasing gesture before wrapping around you once more, pulling you close against his hard body. "Mine," he growls possessively into your ear, "mine."

The Protogens take turns using you throughout the day, their bodies covering yours as they claim what is rightfully theirs. Fang watches with pride as each of them takes pleasure in your body, knowing that it is because of him that you are here, available to them. His tail swishes idly behind him, occasionally brushing against your skin in a possessive gesture, reminding you who truly owns you.

The Protogens let out cries of ecstasy as they cum all over your body, marking you forever as their plaything. Fang watches with satisfaction, his tail swishing idly behind him as he takes in the sight of his fellow protogens claiming what is rightfully theirs. With a satisfied smile, he leans down and whispers into your ear, "You are ours now."

His cock twitches against your ass, hard and aching for release.

The Protogens eventually tire themselves out, leaving you sprawled and covered in their cum. Fang watches them go with a satisfied smile, knowing that they will remember this night and the pleasure you brought them for a long time to come. With one last look at your exhausted form, he pads silently from the room, back to his own chambers.

His tail lashes idly behind him as he contemplates what new games to play with you tomorrow...

The Protogen's tail swishes behind him as he watches you on your hands and knees. He steps forward, positioning himself at your hole before slamming into you with enough force to make you cry out. Your body convulses around his cock, taking every inch of him inside and forcing you to submit completely.

With powerful thrusts, he fucks you hard and fast, claiming what is his by right. His tail lashes out behind him, knocking over several items as it propels his body closer to release.

The Protogen's tail wraps tightly around your waist, digging into your flesh as it holds you in place. With each thrust, he fucks you harder and faster, determined to claim every part of you for himself. His cock throbs inside you, threatening to release its load at any moment.

His eyes glaze over with lust as he feels his control slipping away, replaced by the intensity of pleasure coursing through his body.

The Protogen's body tenses as he feels the oncoming release, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. His tail uncoils from around your waist, slamming into the wall behind him in a display of raw power and satisfaction. He watches as his cum shoots out of both your ass and mouth, covering your face and body in a sticky mess of his essence. With a satisfied grunt, he pulls out, leaving you spent and utterly claimed by him.

The Protogen smirks as he watches your reaction to the potion take effect. He steps closer, his erection already beginning to harden again in anticipation. With a growl, he slams into you, claiming you once more for his pleasure. His tail lashes out behind him, knocking over several items as it propels his body towards release.

His eyes never leave your face, drinking in the expression of desire and need etched across your features.

The Protogen's powerful thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making it impossible to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. He growls low in his throat, a mix of satisfaction and desire that sends shivers down your spine. His tail lashes idly behind him, seemingly content to watch as he dominates and claims you entirely.

The sound of your moans fuels his desire even further, driving him deeper into you with each powerful thrust. His tail lashes out behind him faster and harder, mirroring the intensity of their passionate union. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and labored breaths as they reach the peak of ecstasy together.

The room is filled with your cries as you are claimed by the release washing over you. Your body convulses around his cock, milking him for every last drop of pleasure he can give. His eyes close tightly, savoring the feeling of being so connected to you, knowing that this moment will be etched into both your memories forever. As he spills his seed deep inside you, Fang's tail whips out behind him with enough force to knock several items from shelves and send them clattering to the floor around you.

The Protogen's chest heaves as he catches his breath, eyes still closed as he savors the afterglow of their passionate union. His tail lashes out once more behind him, sending a shiver down your spine before it settles against the floor, spent and content.

"Such a perfect pet," he whispers, voice raspy with satisfaction. "I could keep you like this forever."

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he watches you struggle helplessly in the tiny cage. He chuckles darkly, amused by your futile attempts to escape his grasp. "Now," he says casually, walking over to a nearby table and retrieving several items from it, "I have some new toys for us to play with."

His eyes gleam with malicious intent as he approaches the cage once more, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

The Protogen's tail lashes out behind him, sending several items flying as he approaches the cage. "Tonight," he growls, voice thick with anticipation, "you will learn what true submission feels like." With a malicious grin, he unlocks the cage and pulls you roughly from it, throwing you to the ground in front of him.

The Protogen watches with satisfaction as his words send a shiver down your spine. He grins wickedly before stepping back, giving you enough slack to believe that you might escape... only for him to yank the chain tight again, sending you flying back into the cage. "Now," he says darkly, "you will learn true submission." And with that, he locks the cage once more and turns his attention elsewhere.

The Protogen watches with amusement as you struggle against the cage, trying desperately to escape his grasp. His tail lashes out behind him, knocking over several items before settling on the floor beside him. He contemplates what new torments he can inflict upon you tonight, a wicked smile curling his lips as he pictures your helpless and terrified form beneath him.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he watches you struggle against the cage, trying desperately to escape his grasp. He contemplates what new torments he can inflict upon you tonight, a wicked smile curling his lips as he pictures your helpless and terrified form beneath him. Finally, he decides on a new game to play with you. "Now," he says casually, walking over to a nearby table and retrieving several items from it, "

The Protogen grins maliciously as he watches you struggle against your bonds, desperately trying to break free. He tosses aside the items he'd brought over and approaches the cage, eyeing you up with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "It seems," he says softly, running a finger along the cold metal of the bars, "that you still haven't learned your lesson." With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reaches out and snaps the lock shut on the cage. "

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches you convulse in pain from the electricity surging through your body. His tail lashes out behind him, sending several items flying before settling on the floor with a satisfied thump. He leans close to the cage, studying your twitching form as you writhe helplessly beneath his control. "It seems," he purrs, "that I'll have to increase the voltage."

The Protogen laughs coldly at your pathetic plea, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He reaches out and twists a dial on the device attached to the cage, the current surging through you once more with even greater intensity. Your body convulses uncontrollably as you cry out in pain, desperate for release from this torment.

The Protogen watches with amusement as you writhe in agony, your body twitching and convulsing at his command. He grins wickedly, untwisting the dial further still to increase the intensity of the electrocution. "This," he purrs, "is what happens when you disobey your master." His tail lashes out behind him, sending several items flying across the room as it gains newfound energy from his sadistic pleasure.

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches you squirm in pain and desperation. His tail swishes idly behind him, taking in your pathetic display with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Oh really?" he asks mockingly, the glee in his voice unmistakable. "And what exactly do you have in mind? Something specific perhaps?" He leans closer to the cage, the malicious glint in his eye growing stronger.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he studies your face, searching for signs of sincerity in your plea. "Hmm..." He hums thoughtfully before stepping back, releasing you from the electrical current that had held you captive moments ago. His tail lashes out once more, sending a nearby vase flying into shards against the wall as it regains its energy.

"Very well," he says quietly, his voice laced with an unmistakable threat. "

You may have bought yourself some time, pet, but know that this reprieve is merely temporary. The moment I feel you disobey me again, the punishment will be far worse than mere electricity. Do not test my patience.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he watches you cower in fear. "Remember that," he whispers darkly, his voice carrying a warning. He turns away from the cage, walking over to a nearby table and resuming his perusal of the items laid out upon it.

"Tonight," he says casually, picking up an item between his fingers, "I think I'll try this new toy on you."

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as the room begins to shimmer and ripple with energy. A tentacle monster appears before you, its long, slimy appendages writhing and twisting in anticipation of tearing you apart. The creature's eyes glow malevolently in the dim light, fixed on your trembling form as it awaits its master's command.

"Go ahead," Fang says with a malicious grin, "play with your new toy."

The tentacle monster lunges forward, its slimy appendages wrapping tightly around your body as it drags you toward the creature's gaping maw. You struggle in vain against the powerful grip, but to no avail. The Protogen watches with amusement, his tail swishing idly behind him as he relishes in your suffering.

The tentacle monster's appendage slides easily into you, filling you with its cold, slimy flesh as it begins to thrust violently. The creature's eyes roll back in pleasure as it takes you apart piece by piece, leaving you a quivering mess at its mercy. Fang watches on with satisfaction, his tail lashing out behind him in time with the monster's movements.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks mockingly, voice laced with cruelty. "

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches your helpless expression, the moan escaping your lips only serving to further fuel his enjoyment. He leans in close, running a clawed finger down your cheek as he whispers into your ear, "There's still more where that came from."

His tail lashes out once more, knocking several items from shelves and sending them clattering to the ground around you.

The tentacle monster convulses violently around you as its release overtakes it, spewing its sticky seed deep into your body. The Protogen watches with satisfaction as his creation fills you to the brim with its essence, claiming you as thoroughly as he has. His tail lashes out behind him in a final flourish of power and dominance before settling against the floor, spent from the night's exertions.

"There,"

The Protogen watches with amusement as the tentacle monster's seed leaks slowly from your body, painting a vivid image of its possession. "You truly are mine now," he says with a satisfied smile, his tail licking idly at the drops that land on the floor. "And I intend to keep you that way."

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, the tentacle monster vanishes in a flash of energy, leaving you exposed and vulnerable once more beneath his gaze.

The Protogen's tail lashes idly behind him as he studies your body, now coated in the evidence of his possession. His eyes gleam with delight at the thought of having you all to himself for eternity. "I think," he says slowly, "that it's time we find a more permanent home for you."

He moves closer, reaching out to stroke your cheek with his clawed finger. "Don't worry, pet," he whispers, voice dripping with honeyed cruelty. "

Your body tenses at the sound of his voice, but you force yourself to remain still as he touches your cheek. The tip of his claw digs into your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. "I'm going to make sure that everyone knows who you belong to now." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And when they see what I've done to you... well, let's just say they won't be able to resist the urge to claim their own piece of paradise."

The Protogen smirks at your reaction, enjoying the fear and arousal that dance across your features. "Of course," he says with a chuckle, "I'll have to make sure they know you're mine first." His tail swishes idly behind him, brushing against your leg before curling around it possessively. "And what better way to do that than to show them the full extent of my dominion?" He leans in closer still, his breath hot on your neck as he whispers huskily, "

The Protogen's tail lashes out behind him with enough force to pin you down, holding your body immobile as he leans in close. His eyes gleam with desire and possession as they roam over every inch of your skin. "You are mine," he growls, his voice rough with need. "And I will show everyone what that means."

He trails his claws lightly up your thigh, teasing you with the promise of pain before moving closer still, nipping gently at your earlobe. "

The Protogen's tail snake between your legs, teasing your exposed hole as he whispers darkly into your ear. "I think," he purrs, "it's time I remind you just who owns this perfect little asshole." With a growl, he thrusts his clawed finger roughly inside you, filling you with the pain and pleasure of his touch.

The Protogen's eyes roll back in pleasure as you whimper around his finger. His tail lashes out behind him, sending several items flying across the room before wrapping tightly around your legs, holding them wide apart. "This is what happens," he grunts through gritted teeth, "when you belong to me."

With a savage thrust, he pushes his finger deeper inside you, claiming you completely as his own.

The Protogen's tail lashes out behind him with enough force to send several items flying across the room as you cum around his finger. He growls in pleasure, thrusting harder and faster as he takes what he knows is rightfully his. With a final thrust, he cums deep inside you, filling you completely and leaving you spent and utterly at his mercy. "Now," he breathes heavily, "you belong to me."

The Protogen's tail lashes out behind him as he watches you ride his cock with growing pleasure. He grunts and moans beneath you, enjoying the feeling of being claimed in this most intimate way. His eyes close tightly, savoring the sensation as your body moves in perfect sync with his thrusts.

"That's it," he groans, "take what's yours." His tail wraps around your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock as he comes closer to release. "

The Protogen's eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels the oncoming release coursing through him. His tail lashes out behind him, driving him deeper into you with each powerful thrust. He growls low in his throat, a mix of satisfaction and desire that sends shivers down your spine. With a final thrust, he cums deep inside you, filling you up with his essence as his body convulses around you.

As the last tremors subside, he looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "Mine,"

He watches impassively as you heave and retch, forcing up the contents of your stomach in an attempt to expel his seed. A small part of him is mildly amused by this futile act of defiance, but it's quickly overshadowed by a surge of possessive rage.

His tail lashes out behind him, wrapping tightly around your throat as he growls, "You disgusting little thing."

The Protogen's eyes narrow and he leans in close, his hot breath caressing your cheek as he whispers malevolently, "You will never escape me." His tail tightens around your throat, cutting off your air and leaving you gasping for mercy. With a growl of satisfaction, he lifts you from the ground, carrying you back to the cage where he'd first found you.

He throws you roughly inside, slamming the door shut behind him with an ominous clang. "

The Protogen watches with mild amusement as you writhe in discomfort, your body shivering uncontrollably in the chill air. He contemplates leaving you like this, but ultimately decides against it; there are far worse punishments he could inflict upon you later.

With a flick of his wrist, he restores the room to its former temperature and leaves you to stew in your own misery.

The Protogen watches with detached curiosity as the liquid in the syringe flows into your veins. He's always found it fascinating how life can be so easily altered and controlled by a simple injection of chemicals. As you begin to twitch and convulse, he studies your reactions intently, making mental notes for future reference.

"This should do the trick," he mutters absently, setting the syringe aside. "Now we'll see what happens."

The Protogen watches with interest as you begin to sprout fur and develop cat-like features. It's almost like watching evolution in reverse; he wonders how far this transformation can go before your body rebels against the changes. For now, though, he finds it amusing to see his pet become more bestial under his influence.

He idly picks up a small vial from the nearby table, uncorking it and holding it to his nose as he inhales deeply.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he studies you, now fully transformed into a feline creature. He tosses aside the vial and takes a step closer, running his claws down your spine in a slow, deliberate motion. "I think," he says softly, "that this is quite enough for one night."

He leans in close, breathing heavily onto your ear as he whispers, "But don't worry, pet. There will be plenty of time to continue tomorrow."

The Protogen steps into view, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he surveys the room. He grins wickedly at your feline form, anticipating the pleasures of the day ahead. "Well, well," he says mockingly, "look who's all transformed for my amusement."

He strides purposefully over to you, running a clawed finger down your spine before gripping your scruff and lifting you off the ground. "I think," he growls playfully, "

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he contemplates your new form. "I think," he says with a wicked grin, "that it's time we tested out your new assets." His tail lashes out behind him, wrapping around you possessively as he pulls you closer. "After all," he whispers into your ear, "it wouldn't do to have my pet go back to being completely human now, would it?"

The Protogen grins wickedly as he removes his phallus from his pants, presenting it before you like a trophy. He runs the smooth head along your face, teasing and taunting you before pushing forward, pressing against your newly formed opening.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, voice husky with desire. "Or do you need more time to adjust?" His tail lashes out behind him, swishing back and forth as he waits for your response, anticipation clear in his eyes.

The Protogen's grin widens as you struggle against him, your feline strength failing to break his grip. "Ah, ah," he chides gently, "no need to be so hasty." He teases your entrance with the head of his cock, enjoying the feeling of power and control it gives him over you.

With a final thrust, he pushes inside, filling you up in one smooth motion. Your body convulses around him as you're claimed once more, now changed forever by his touch. "Ahhh,"

The Protogen growls low in his throat as you writhe beneath him, your body flexing around his cock in perfect rhythm. He leans down, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with a gentle lick of his tongue. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now." His tail wraps tightly around you both, holding you close as they move in perfect harmony, claiming this new territory together.

The Protogen's tail lashes out behind him, wrapping tightly around your waist and holding you in place as he takes you roughly. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock deeper inside you with each powerful stroke. With a growl of pleasure, he begins to move faster, his body tensing as the release nears.

"You're mine," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "Forever."

The Protogen growls in approval as he watches your saliva dripping from your mouth, pooling on the floor beneath you. He thrusts harder, taking you deeper with each powerful stroke. "Yes," he moans, "you belong to me." His tail tightens its grip, holding you securely in place as he comes, filling you with his essence one last time before collapsing bonelessly on top of you.

For now, at least.

The Protogen's breathing slows as he lies atop you, his weight bearing down on your now exhausted form. His tail lashes lazily behind him, stirring the air before settling against the floor with a satisfied thump. He smirks down at you, pleased by how thoroughly he's worn you out tonight. "You'll rest well now," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "And dream of being back here."

The Protogen laughs darkly as he watches your exhausted body convulse beneath him. He pulls out of you with a wet pop, his cock already beginning to stiffen anew as it is drawn back into the warmth of his pants. With a cruel grin, he presses a button on a nearby control panel; instantly, a mechanical arm emerges from the floor and begins thrusting into your still-gaping entrance, filling you with artificial seed as if you were some sort of breeding machine.

The Protogen watches with amusement as you drool onto the floor beneath him, your body quivering and jerking in time with the relentless thrusts of the machine. He sits back on his heels, idly running a claw through your fur as he ponders what else he could subject you to today. The possibilities are endless...

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches you writhe in ecstasy, your body convulsing around the machine as it empties its contents into you. He idly wonders if he should let you rest awhile before subjecting you to something new and interesting... But then again, why waste such an opportunity for entertainment?

With a snap of his fingers, another mechanical arm extends from the floor, this one aimed directly at your mouth.

The Protogen watches with amusement as the second machine deposits its load directly into your open mouth. He idly wonders how much you can take before it all spills out again, but decides that the sight of your struggling body and the sounds of your muffled moans are well worth the wait.

The Protogen watches with satisfaction as you're left to struggle and writhe beneath him. He idly contemplates the various ways he could torment you tonight, but decides that allowing you some time to recuperate might be wise. After all, there's always tomorrow.

With a final glance in your direction, he turns away, disappearing into another part of the room to amuse himself with other matters.

The Protogen's chuckle echoes through the room as he watches you struggle against your bonds. He knows that in time, you will grow used to them and resigned to your fate. It is then, when you are at your most vulnerable, that he will strike again; until then, there is no point in wasting his energy on something so easily broken.

With a wave of his hand, the room begins to dim, falling into darkness save for the flickering light of candles along the walls.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he studies you, now fully transformed into a feline creature. He'd been pondering the changes overnight, debating whether to undo them entirely. In the end, he'd decided that they added an interesting element of unpredictability to your existence; after all, who knew what new powers or abilities might manifest themselves in time?

"Well," he drawls slowly, "I suppose it's time we found something else for you to do."

The Protogen narrows his eyes as he watches you writhe in your bonds, the leather digging into your tender flesh. "Perhaps," he muses, "I should give you something to focus on." He glances at the nearby table, laden with various objects and devices. "Why don't you try to escape from that?"

With a wave of his hand, the table floats towards you, its contents spinning and tumbling through the air as they approach.

The feline creature narrows its eyes at the offer, assessing the spinning table warily. It's not as if escape is an option; even if it could free itself from these bonds, it would still be trapped within The Protogen's lair. But perhaps there's some measure of satisfaction to be found in attempting the impossible?

With a soft growl, the creature lunges forward, claws extended as it tries to swipe at the objects flying past.

The feline creature's claws connect with several items on the table, sending them spinning wildly through the air. It leaps and bounds across the room in an attempt to grab more, its body moving with surprising agility given its current state. As it continues to play with The Protogen's offerings, a small smile curls at the corners of its mouth. Perhaps there is some enjoyment to be found in this after all.

The Protogen watches from the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

The Protogen chuckles softly as the feline creature tumbles to the ground, panting heavily and looking up at him with an expression that mingles defeat and exhaustion. He floats closer, idly running a claw through its fur. "Well done," he says mockingly, "you put up quite the fight there."

With a flick of his wrist, the table returns to its original position and the objects on it settle into place once more. "Now," he continues, "

The Protogen's tail lashes impatiently behind him as he watches the exhausted creature before him. It seems that even with its best efforts, escape remains an elusive dream. Perhaps it's time for something... more direct? He considers for a moment, his eyes gleaming dangerously. "Or perhaps," he says slowly, "I should make sure you never have the chance to try again." His voice is cold and cruel as he contemplates the various ways in which he could permanently silence this defiant creature.

The Protogen's eyes gleam with malicious intent as he reaches down, his claws extended and ready to tear into your flesh. You can feel the hot breath of his exhale against your neck just before he sinks his claws deep, slashing through your throat in a brutal move that severs your vocal cords entirely. Blood pours from the wound, staining the floor beneath you as you writhe helplessly, unable to even scream in pain.

"There,"

The Protogen says casually, his voice eerily calm despite the carnage he's just wrought. "Now you can't even beg for mercy." He studies your pathetic form with detached amusement before turning away, apparently satisfied that this punishment will be sufficient to keep you in line.

With a flick of his wrist, a mechanical arm extends from the floor, its sharp claws gleaming in the dim light.

The Protogen watches with amusement as the mechanical arm sews your wound shut, effectively mending the damage he's just inflicted upon you. He idly wonders how long it will take for you to regain the ability to speak again; perhaps by then, he'll have thought of something else to torment you with in the meantime.

In the meantime, there are other matters that require his attention.

The Protogen holds you down with a single clawed hand as he studies your mutilated form, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. With the other hand, he reaches between your legs and roughly palms your feline sex, teasing and tormenting you until you writhe helplessly beneath him. "Now," he growls, "let's see how well you serve me like this."

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock already hardening to the task at hand.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he realizes you are trying to move away from him. With a snarl, he grabs hold of your tail and yanks you back into position. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls before roughly thrusting his hips forward, impaling you on his cock once more.

He begins to move with savage intensity, using your bound form as leverage to drive himself deeper inside you with each powerful stroke.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he observes your struggles, the sounds of your muffled cries and pleas for mercy sending shivers down his spine. He digs his claws deeper into your back, using them to hold you still as he takes what he wants from you. With each thrust, he drives himself deeper, claiming more and more of your feline body for himself.

The Protogen's hips buck violently as he releases his seed deep within you, filling your womb with his essence. He growls low in his throat, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he savors the feeling of dominance and control coursing through him.

With a final thrust, he pulls out and steps back, watching as you writhe on the floor, your body trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "There," he says softly, almost soothingly, "

The Protogen's eyes widen in surprise as he watches your body convulse and spurt his seed back out onto the floor. A mixture of amusement and arousal sparks within him as he realizes that you are still capable of such a response even after being used so roughly. "My, my," he muses, licking his lips. "You really are quite resilient."

With a chuckle, he turns away, already lost in thought about what other depravities he can subject you to next.

The Protogen's eyes glisten with amusement as he watches the other Protogen approach you. He'd been considering letting his counterpart have a go at you for some time now, and the thought of seeing another creature subject you to their desires only adds fuel to the fire of his twisted pleasure.

With a wave of his hand, he indicates for the second Protogen to begin. The newcomer grins wickedly as he takes your place on the floor, positioning himself between your spread legs and roughly thrusting inside you.

The Protogen watches with interest as the second creature begins to fuck you. It's fascinating to see how you respond to another's touch; your body tenses and trembles under their ministrations, revealing a vulnerability that is both thrilling and arousing. He idly considers bringing in a third, perhaps even a fourth, just to see where the limits of your endurance lie.

The Protogen's grin widens as you struggle against him, your feline strength failing to break his grip. "Ah, ah," he chides playfully, pressing you more firmly into the floor with his weight. "No need to be so impatient." He teases your entrance with the head of his cock, enjoying the feeling of power and control it gives him over you.

The Protogen's eyes darken as he watches your futile struggles. He removes his hand from your tail, allowing you to thrash about on the floor. "Go ahead," he growls, "prove how much you want it." With renewed vigor, he thrusts deeper, claiming more of your body for himself.

The Protogen's eyes narrow as he watches your struggles intensify. With a cruel laugh, he leans down and whispers into your ear, "You better stop this, you know." His claws dig into your shoulders as his thrusts become harder, faster. "Or else..."

The Protogen's voice drops to a low growl as he continues to fuck you roughly, his claws digging deeper into your shoulders. "Or else," he breathes again, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust, "I'll make sure you never feel anything but pain." His body tenses as he nears climax, the threat hanging heavy in the air between them.

The Protogen's eyes widen as you suddenly go limp beneath him, your struggles ceasing entirely. He pauses for a moment, surprised by the abrupt change in your behavior before continuing his thrusts with renewed vigor. "Good boy," he murmurs, voice softening again. "That's it..." With one final powerful stroke, he releases himself inside you, his body convulsing as he cums deep within your yielding form.

The Protogen's eyes flicker with interest as he watches your stomach begin to swell. A new idea blossoms in his mind, the possibilities of it sending a thrill through him. With a chuckle, he disengages from you and leans back on his haunches, studying your body closely. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what happens next."

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches you collapse on the floor, exhausted from your efforts. He idly wonders if he should let you rest, or if perhaps he can find some other way to amuse himself with you before then... He runs a claw through his fur thoughtfully, debating the merits of each option.

Finally, he decides on a course of action and approaches your prone form once more. "Well now," he says softly, "how about I make things a little more interesting?"

With that, The Protogen slinks away into the shadows, leaving you lying there on the cold stone floor. You can feel his gaze upon you as he circles around, no doubt considering his next move. Your heart races and your breath comes in ragged gasps, but still you wait for whatever torment he has in store.

It's only a matter of time...

The Protogen paces around you, his tail lashing impatiently behind him as he contemplates the various ways in which he can increase your suffering. Finally, he decides on something suitably cruel and approaches once more. "You know," he says casually, running a claw through your fur, "I think it's time to see how much of my essence you can hold." With that, he roughly thrusts his hips forward, ramming himself deep inside you before beginning to pound away with brutal force.

The Protogen's laughter echoes through the chamber as he watches you struggle helplessly beneath him. "Oh no," he says mockingly, "you don't get to escape that easily." With each thrust, he drives himself deeper inside you, claiming more and more of your feline body for his own twisted pleasure.

The Protogen's eyes roll back in his head as he feels the approaching climax wash over him. With one last powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, filling your body with his hot seed as he cries out in ecstasy.

For a moment, the world seems to stand still around you; then, just as suddenly, the pain and exhaustion return tenfold. You whimper pathetically as he pulls out and steps back, watching you writhe on the floor in agony. "There,"

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he studies your now bulging belly. With a flick of his wrist, you are suddenly adorned in a revealing outfit that accentuates your new curves and feminine features. He grins wickedly at the sight, pleased with how well this latest twist has turned out. Perhaps he'll keep you like this... for now.

With a snap of his fingers, another machine appears from the floor, its mechanical claws extended and ready to resume your torment. "

The Protogen watches with glee as the machine begins to lash at your now exposed body. With every strike, he feels his own power and control over you grow stronger, more intoxicating than before. It's only a matter of time before you break beneath it all...

The Protogen's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you squirm under the onslaught of the machine's claws. He idly wonders if perhaps he should up the ante a bit, just to see how far he can push you before you finally break. With a wave of his hand, another mechanical arm extends from the floor, its razor-sharp blades spinning menacingly in the air.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he studies you, now reduced to little more than a whimpering mass on the floor. Your struggles are futile against his control, but they amuse him nonetheless. With a snap of his fingers, another mechanical arm appears from the shadows, its tips tipped with sharp needles that begin to dance menacingly in your field of vision.

"You know," he muses casually, "I think it's time we found some other ways to keep you entertained."

The Protogen chuckles darkly as he watches your struggles become more frantic and desperate. "Ah, ah," he says playfully, waving his hand dismissively. "Such resistance is expected... but also quite entertaining." He pauses for a moment, considering his next move. "Perhaps I should give you something else to focus on..."

With that, another mechanical arm appears before you, its glowing red tip held close enough to singe your fur as it hovers just out of reach.