You were captured by the scientists
When you manage to recover your thoughts from the sedated state you were at, your first reaction is to move. While your feet and hands are back to full control, your arms and legs feel stuck onto something.

When you clear your mind enough to become aware of your surroundings, you find yourself ***** and with your body restrained against a metallic wall.

Fear fuels you to uselessly struggle against this. Your binds are a firm part of the metallic wall.

You examine your surroundings with the hopes to understand where you are.

The first thing you notice is a metallic arm-like crane over your head. Countless more machines, screens and tables are surrounding the rest of the walls in this room. At your left, there is a large window that gives you no view of the opposite side.

After a moment of thinking, you realize this is the glass panel at the other side of the laboratory room. The one with the large tables.

The metallic floor displays more tables, chairs and computer devices in this secluded area.

You take a deep breath and struggle again. Figuring out what is happening here is easier than figuring out the difference between day and night.

You are the next test subject in this laboratory.

You try a new approach against your binds, you move your hands back and forth with hopes to slip your hands through the metallic shackles. After a few of these futile struggles, the screens at the laboratory flash into life.

Followed by this, a mechanical hiss can be heard. A door next to the large glass into this area opens. At the threshold of the door, a familiar shadow walks in.

That triceratops that assaulted you walks into this barely lit room. When the door closes itself you are able to get a better look at him. The saurian is wearing his white lab coat. However, you can see him wearing something black and shiny around his legs.

The reptile presses several buttons in one of the many computer and the lights inside brightens up just a bit more than what they previously were.

"You finally woke up," the saurian breaks the silence. "I am glad we will finally get down to business. I was getting worried that you were going to sleep for more and the general might find out that I have an extra subject up here..."

As he speaks, he removes his lab coat to reveal his actual outfit:

From neck to ankles and from wrists to tail base, the muscle gutted saurian is wearing a black and shiny, single piece latex outfit. The smooth cloth squeaks as the blue and red reptilian folds his lab coat to leave it at the entrance. His ample gut and round buttocks reflects the scarce light provided by the many screens inside this laboratory. Once the cloth is away, his stubby and fat legs are quick to drive his three horned self right next to you.

You would laugh at this just by imaging all the struggle he had to go through to fit his ample gut in the tight clothing. But you are already very afraid of what he has in store for you.

"I have to congratulate you for sneaking into this complex," the triceratops speaks once he is half a meter away from you.

"You unlocked my desktop safe and brought me an MZero disk. That was impressive. I wish half my staff had the same wits as you do. Thanks to you, I am pretty much the new owner of this facility.

The Triceratops shakes his head before covering his face.

"Honestly, I can't believe you even got to read the letter that I had written for a slave. That was meant to be private! I am quite ashamed to have complete strangers reading such personal information!"

The saurian pulls his hands back and takes a deep breath.

"On the bright side," The scientist recovers from the moment of shame. "Since you already did what the letter to slave said, I guess that pretty much puts you in a position of a slave, don't you think?" A wide, evil grin on that beak snout gives you the shivers.

You squirm on your spot. The Reptile caresses your bare chest before planting a kiss over your forehead with his beak-like muzzle

"Since nobody in the security branch knows that you are here and only my two trusted aides know your true origin, you are at my mercy. You belong to me now.

I can do with you as I please. But don't be afraid, I want you to know that I am a good guy.

I want to ask you to willingly submit as my slave. You will wear a collar with a tag that will identify you as lab property, and thus, property to me.

The security team will treat you as lab material and yeah, you will never be able to return to your old life, neither to leave this complex without me.

But I will treat you just right, you can be sure of that!"

The face of shock and confusion you make seem to be the response the blue and red scaled scientist needs.

"Maybe we can cheat it a bit and you can willingly surrender everything to my little brainwashing process.

It is going to be just a tiny shift here and there I promise. You will get great pleasure out of it and you will become a blank slate for me to remold into my ultimate plan..."

You snarl and squirm harder against your bindings. This guy is insane!

"Fine, look, I... I really like the way you look and I want you to become my empty minded lover..."

You can't believe the audacity of such requests! You would head-butt this guy if it wasn't because he has three sharp horns coming from his face.

Instead, you get very vocal about how crazy this is and demand to be released at once. The once mellow and happy posture of the Triceratops breaks down.

The saurian opens his eyes wide as his beak-like maw falls open. After that, his shoulders collapse down as his head hangs low. A few moments later, he returns his attention to you with his eyes locked onto you, right hand fisted and molars exposed.

"But I am giving you a golden opportunity! How can you say no?" He waves his arms around as his voice is loaded in rage.

"You will have beside you one of the greatest scientist on how the mind functions..."

The reptilian hisses and walks back from you. He turns his back where you can see his round back covered in a layer of thick and shiny latex along with the zipper that keeps the suit tightly in place.

"I am sick of tired of being all alone!" The saurian whines.

"In college I dated so many girls and things never went past a few dates! I have dated other scientist and it was all fail after fail!

I also have the right to own a lover! I am so tired of masturbating to magazines..."

The Triceratops turns around to look at you before sighing.

"You don't even give a damn about me, do you?" You can see the pain of rejection in both his eyes and on his peeled snout. "You know what? I am tired of being nice! You will love me one way or the other. You will see..."

He returns to operate the computer near the entrance. The large crane-like device you spotted over your head earlier descends from the ceiling with a hose attached to it. You blink in confusion when you look at the tip of the hose. You can see it is shaped like a reptilian male sexual organ.

He approaches you and places the **** shaped hose tip over your snout. You are ready to use your teeth and fangs to obliterate that thing off of your face.

"If I were you I would not bite. The outside is rubber but the inside is metal. You could break a teeth if you bite too hard. Medical supplies are reserved for facility personnel only..."

Can he be lying to keep the thing well preserved? After a moment of struggle, you decide your teeth are more worth to you than catching this scientist in a lie.

"You should relax, for you are about to test the culmination of one of my most important works.

I am going to put it on easy terms for you. We are experimenting with a special slime and a plant found in this area. The local natives uses the leaf as infusion to incite their partners to lower their resistance and the slime to drop them into strong sexual urges.

Though the results can greatly vary from subject to subject. We're making it a standardized dosification to make it effective and mind breaking on anyone who comes in contact with the serum, willingly or otherwise.

Usually this takes several exposures, but I want to break you down quick and fast. I'll give you a mega doze..."

You fight again against these bindings, you want no mega doze of anything! You look up again at the hose wondering if that's the thing that was going to supply the experimental drug.

While your attention was on the hose with the penis shaped tip, the saurian took the opportunity to duck down between your legs. You can feel his coarse and scaly hands feel up your legs before he slides something between them while lifting your tail.

You shake on the spot and try to resist but the metallic bind makes it useless. Something cool and rubber-like goes inside your rear without you being able to have a word.

You moan in the sensation of the item invading you. Since fighting is useless, you decide to calm down and think of some other approach. Looking up again at the dick shaped rubber toy over your snout gives you a good idea about the one pushed into rear.

The triceratops walks away from you to keep on hitting buttons on his keyboard. After a couple of seconds, the machine under your tail comes to life. A slow thrusting makes the rubber item slide a few centimeters into your hole before pulling back out. It is a smooth motion that mostly caresses your entrance and relaxes your entire being.

After a few more pumps of the device, you begin to enjoy the rhythm of the machine claiming your rear. You feel guilty about liking this. The thing has picked up a pace that makes you miss it every time it goes out just to coax you back into pleasure a few seconds later.

Before this pleasure becomes too monotone, a warm liquid surprises you which fills your insides. You groan and tense, it feels like the machine has come inside you with its own semen. The liquid is pumped into your depths with every deep push of the mechanism that is ******* you. It is constant and thick enough to fill your belly. Is this the mind altering drug?

Your momentary pleasure is spoiled by worry when your belly is invaded by a mixture of cool and warm. The unknown liquid makes your abdomen and your crotch tingle in pleasure.

You find yourself staring off into space. In this moment of lost thoughts, you consider putting yourself in agreement with the programmed desires of the machine. You feel a strong desire to submit until its program is complete. And then, beg for some more.

You notice that the hot and cool sensation filling your rear now climbs up. It shoots a tingling sensation all the way up to the back of your head along your spine.

You try to keep your mind hooked to your reality instead of losing it under the sensations caused by the artificial *** device. However, your attention returns to the scientist. You see the saurian to return to his lab coat where he fetches something.

Then, he brings an office like chair along with the keyboard he's been using. The thing has a long cable that follows him along with the chair. You notice the chair has a small table poking from one of the armrests. He gives the cable a few tugs before placing it on the board mounted on the chair

Without the keyboard in his hands, he presents before you a shiny tiny disk attached to a cable that hangs before you like a pendulum.

The triceratops takes a deep breath, loud enough for you to hear it. He does it several more times until you decide to follow and do the same. It is hard to think why you are mirroring him. To hold any kind of thought is next to impossible with your mind getting coaxed in pleasure and the hot and cool sensation from the *** device.

"We are all alone now, you can relax for me. Nobody will bother you or interrupt your submission to pleasure.

Listen to my voice because my voice makes you feel so good, you know why you are here. You love to be with me as much as I love having you here with me, can you remember how we met?

Yes you were lost in the jungle, in fear and in danger, but I went out to rescue you..."

Rescue? What is this latexed freak up to?

"I saved you from the jungle. I found you so weak and so tired. You seek relaxation, rest and pleasure.

I am also tired from the trip, I also seek relaxation, rest and pleasure; we both seek good things. Please take a deep breath and rest with me.

I can help you relax if you do what I say. You know my words will tell you only what the best is because I want the best for you.

This is why I saved you from the dangers of the jungle."

You remember a jungle. But you weren't lost there, were you? You feel so lightheaded and tired with the liquid being pumped over and over again that is hard to pass judgment on those words.

What is going on?

"The more you relax and trust me, the easier it is to do what is the best for you, which is what I guide you to do.

Shhhhh... Just relax here with me, no thoughts, just relax and pay attention to the words that I speak, or maybe don't, just allow them to flow into the back of your mind and merge with your very core, both options feel so good and so right...

This one you trust very much wants you to relax. My voice will help you to relax, you will get a bit sleepy for me now. Not too sleepy for now though. Just a tiny bit of sleepiness is fine for now my rescued one...

But this tiny bit of relaxation makes you also realize how deeply exhausted and tired you are after all those days and nights being lost in the jungle.

Shhhhh.... yes so tired you are now.... let the tiredness overtake your body, it is okay to let it happen. It has overcome me too after searching far and wide for you. It is normal to let it get to you, it has gotten me too.

You are so tired that you don't know what to do, but it is okay because here is my voice to guide you. It is a voice you can trust because it also wants the very same thing you want"

You find yourself yawning as the voice speaks into the back of your mind. There is something that rings true to those ideas, but you cannot put your finger on it.

"My voice tells you to sleep and you wish to sleep. My voice tells you to relax and you want to relax.

This is the moment you realize how much truth my voice carries. This makes you love my voice, you love the effect that it has over you.

Pleasure fills you when you hear my voice, we both know this is how things are meant to be.

But that's not all, you realize too that pleasure and arousal also comes with my voice. Don't try to hide it. I am aroused too. We are both alone remember?

Your submission is private. Nobody can interrupt your submission to me, just relax and allow the arousal to be like I let mine be."

Arousal? You blink once or twice as you attempt to unglue your eyes from the swinging pendant. However, the hot and cold tingling invading every corner of your being hints about how aroused you are and how badly do you need to find release.

"See? You are so horny. That's because listening to my voice is very erotic. Being near me is very erotic, to follow my voice also is erotic, everything about your savior is erotic.

Sleeping for me is the most erotic of all because it makes it so easy to be brainwashed by me. Sleeping for me makes it so good.

To allow yourself to be hypnotized out of your mind for me is very erotic, to be my slave is very erotic..."

Your needy dick grows with even a greater need as you hear that. You try to think but, all your mind can focus is on the hot and cool sensation keeping you so horny under the mechanical attention of the device plugged into your depths.

"If you are slave, it can only mean that I am Master. And Master makes you feel so horny. A powerful arousal out of your mind invades you with my hypnotic brainwash while you sleep for Master.

But hush slave, there is no need to think about this. My voice is always right.

You love your master. You love to be under his control. You love being horny for master. You love giving your mind over to master so he does as he pleases.

You are so aroused with the idea to handle full control of your mind to master. It arouses you greatly when master takes hypnotic control of you.

Being my slave is the greatest thing that could have happen to you, even greater than being rescued by master from the jungle"

Were you rescued from the jungle? The voice has said so many things that sound true and feel so good... Perhaps it is true! You realize that you wish to do everything master does as gratefulness to him floods your being.

"Your love for me and the power of my voice is overtaking your thoughts. You are so hypnotized and you can't do anything about this because you don't want to.

The love you feel for your enslaver impels you to allow him to brainwash you and do as he wishes from now on.

All of your thoughts will be muted and gone. Allow your senses to rest and your thoughts to fade. The silence left by your thoughts will allow only master's voice to remain.

Then you will allow master's voice to become your most private thoughts."

All you can do at this point is to nod and grin in agreement with the voice

"I will snap my fingers and you will be in full hypnotic control of master. From now on, the snap of fingers will also cause a powerful wave of pleasure into the very core of your being.

It will only come from the snap of my fingers and my fingers alone.

But also, every time you hear the snap of my fingers, you will grow more and more desperate for my love.

The need for more of my hypnotic sleep time you will consume you tenfold with every snap. The greater your desire to sleep more for me will be.

Every snap of my fingers from now on you will make you grow to be desperately more and more the property of me, your master."

As soon as the snapping of fingers happens, you gasps as your heart beat increases. You try to think but, your thoughts are nowhere to be found except for the pleasure caused by the machine massaging your prostate.

Out of sudden, something grabs your maleness and gives it a nice stroke. The aching pleasure you noticed earlier only increases tenfold in the grip of your master.

"You are my love, the one I saved in the ruthless and uncaring jungle to protect in my arms and in by bed..." A second hand can be felt caressing your left pectoral

"You are the one I saved to be my personal lover and slave... I know you love me... You don't need to be shy about it my Love.

Your master loves his slave very much also... Here let me show you..."

A second later, something heavy and wet runs along your neck. You see those three horns right against your snout. The reptile is allowing his tongue to caress every corner of your bare neck and leave a layer of his cool saliva on your skin.

At the same time, you can feel those hoof like fingertips rub your pectorals with slow, circular motions. The lower hand strokes your dick with a renewed vigor. You can feel that master works himself to show you his love.

All of this summed up with the device pumping your rear becomes way too much to resist. A strong explosion of pleasure hits your being as the machine keeps on ******* your hole.

The device make sure that you expel every last line of your seed with the same efficiency the hand of the triceratops does.

"You are such a great lover," the reptiles praises you.

"This is why I want you to be my property. This is how I will treat you and how I show you my love. You are so happy to be rescued by me that you will become an obedient slave, won't you?"

You try to think about this. But thinking returns you to the pleasure the machine is pumping into your hole. All you can do is to put a soft grin on your snout and nod some.

One of those fingers appears before your snout. You focus your glazed eyes on it to see it coated in the pink goop that has been dipping from the **** shaped hose over your head.

"Show master your love, I know you want to tell master how much in love you are with him. You can begin with this..." He wiggles his finger before your muzzle.

"If you lick it clean, master will give you a big, fat, throbbing reward for you to get a mawful of and show him your love..."

You look at the finger with the strange liquid. You blink as something in the back of your mind tries to push you awake about an imminent danger. However, after hearing a snap of fingers, you find yourself sucking away around the finger.

"That's it. Now you are nothing but a slave and a slave needs to do what master says. Isn't it my rescued love?"

You give a lazy nod. What were you thinking when you were hesitating about any this?

He changes one finger to the other. You suck away even if a cold, sticky and bitter goop is given to you to suckle away from those coarse and scaled fingers.

The reptilian pulls his fingers back, you try to follow them with your tongue. Instead, those hands holds your head before planting a kiss once again over the top of your head. Once your master pulls back, you can almost swear that you can see an evil grin of satisfaction on that beak-like snout.

The saurian turns his back at you to press some commands on his keyboard. After a few hits on the thing, the device massaging your insides halts. Followed by it, a soft buzz can be heard on both of your sides. The binds on your hands comes off. A few more key strokes later, the restrains around your ankles also let go of you.

The triceratops grabs you by the back of the neck before forcing you on all fours against his chair with the keyboard. He places your hands and ankles inside of some kind of cold tube. You try to ignore the sensation as the saurian takes a seat on this chair. You can see his shiny latex crotch bulge and a well hidden zipper before your snout.

After another round of keystrokes, the cold sensation gets a tight grip around your ankles and wrists. Once again you are bound and at the mercy of this reptilian.

But it's okay because he loves you and wants the best for you, right?

You look down to see your hands restrained against some kind of half-circle shaped structures. Your attention is drawn back to the triceratops when you feel a tug upwards. You can see a thin and long dick presented before you. It is far longer than your hand, with a heavy glans and leaking a line of pre-semen. The maleness drools its own goop over your snout.

You can hear yet again another round of keystrokes. This boots the thing programmed to please your rear to return to its never ending ******* session.

You groan loud as you can feel your **** throb under you. However, you are muted by a mawful of that reptilian dick.

At first, your master is gentle and nice with his dick in your maw. He allows your tongue to welcome and get used to that pink and throbbing meat. However, when he's done giving you a sample of his dick, he places both of his hands around the top of your head to shove his **** slit deep into your maw.

You breathe rapidly through your nose as you suck away around his dick. You can feel him push you against his latexed crotch and stuff your maw with his reptilian dick. He pushes his dick back into your maw every time you try to pull back to sample the tip of his maleness.

You allow that dick to roll in your maw against your tongue. Your tongue gets soaked in the masculine flavor of that phallic endowment. Your nose catches that latexed scent coming from the reptilian's crotch. Once your taste buds are well saturated in the flavor of your master, your tongue tickles every round edge of that smooth maleness stuffing your jaws

It only takes a moment for yourself and your lover to fall into a good synchrony as you suckle around his dick. He slides his dick back and forth against your tongue into your muzzle. You do your best to help your master find his orgasm.

However, the Triceratops pulls his dick out of your maw to stroke his length and shoot pre semen over your face. This makes you insist on taking those glans into your throat and suck around the long maleness. The muscle gutted reptile grins as he doesn't let you get your way. He teases your needy and suckling muzzle with the presence of his meat.

Eventually, your lover takes pity on you and pulls his hand behind his head to allow you to satisfy your lust for his reptilian penis.

It is after several looped suckling motions and efforts around that meat mixed with a couple more of shoves and thrusts that line after line of his salty seed floods your maw.

Some of it escapes your muzzle. Regardless of the rough shoves, you focus your mind on suckling away without thinking. All you want is every drop that you lover has for you.

He pulls his long and pink meat out of your maw to press it against your face. You can feel the throbbing and cool dick coat your face. Even if that dick is matting your face in reptilian seed and your own saliva, all you care about is to lick with slow, care and love. It is the meat of your master whom you love very much.

As your tongue dances with the glans and tickles the very tip of that meat, your lover once again plays a symphony of keys on his keyboard. You can see his body to shiver and tense every time your tongue tickles the tip of his dick.

A few moments later, the bindings keeping you secured against the floor disappears and the device ******* your hole freezes in the depths of your being. Your beloved master then rises from his chair to hunch down to stroke your muzzle.

"What a good lover you are. But Master is still horny and he wants to do something very deep and special with you, his most beloved slave..."

The latex-clad saurian removes the device pumping the liquid that you are so used to. He helps you to stand up before pressing you against the wall where you woke up from. You are expecting to be shackled again, but this time nothing of the sorts occurs.

Instead, the saurian gets busy with the crane with the rubber dick shaped hose. He lowers it to your muzzle. You allow master to push the tip into your maw before you begin to suck around it. Your tongue gets to enjoy the gooey and cool flavor of the liquid in your muzzle which contrast with the salty seed you previously had.

As you suck on the rubbed dick pumping more of the hot and cool liquid into you, master fetches from his lab coat a metallic-like container. He opens it up to reveal a condom wrapper which he opens up to place the condom around his spent but ready dick.

After that, the latex wearing reptile raises your hands to the same level as the wrist restrainers. But since the devices are closed, he wraps his hands with yours around them to hint you to hold onto them.

You don't know what master is planning, but it becomes clear when he releases your hands to place his coarse hands on your hips. He then lifts your butt up to press your body against the wall. A few seconds later, you can feel the tip of his latex wrapped dick prodding against your entrance.

You can feel more of the goop in your body leave your hole when master spreads your insides. But the leaking ends when that rubber protected penis goes into your hole.

You groan as the saurian goes all the way inside. The machine relaxed your insides and the goop lubricated you well enough for your tree face horned lover to go in.

You squeeze the metallic bindings tight when the thick base of that saurian dick goes in. It seals the leftovers of the hot and cool goop against your entrance. The dick of your reptilian master feels hotter and thicker than the rubber dick did. But it doesn't matter how thick master is because it is your lover the one is getting pleased.

The saurian keeps you pressed against the wall with his crotch and hands as he allows his dick to thicken in your depths. After that, his beak like muzzle licks your neck like he did earlier. This forces you to moan again as your dick relaxes over his ample and latex coated gut. You also shoot several lines of pre semen.

The latex wearing scientist spends a moment exploring your neck and muzzle with his fat tongue and sharp but gentle snout. This gives time to your tight entrance to get used to this reptilian meat.

However, the triceratops pulls his dick out of your hole out of sudden to allow his swollen and long dick to flop over your bare dick. A layer of the pink goop is left over your unprotected meat. This causes hot and cold tingles of pleasure to be ignited along your length.

You attempt to hump against that dick and frot with your lover, but he doesn't allow you to do so. He pulls you into a deep kiss that steals your focus and leaves you even more needy of the touch of your lover and master.

"Do you want it love?" the scientist asks once the kiss is over, all you can do is to release a needy cry and nod as the dick of your lover throbs next to yours.

"Do you love me and you will do whatever it takes to keep me happy and pleased?" This time you nod in desperation as your master's dick is flopping over yours.

"You are nothing but my slave for me to **** as I please and command in any way I desire and to keep permanently brainwashed and controlled under my will. Are you aware of this truth?"

This time, you cry out loud with the rubber dick finally frotting against your dick. The pink liquid it is coated in sends more of that tingling sensation along your length. You are overtaken by the urge to be ****** by master as more of your pre-semen ***** all over your lover.

The saurian displays a wide grin of twisted pleasure that display his molars before his hips pulls back. It is after a few seconds later that you are rewarded once more with the fulfilling sensation of that dick wrapped in a condom to slip and fill your depths.

This time, you can feel the muscled gutted beast to ram you with a feral and pent-up energy against the wall. You can feel the wall vibrating behind you with every shove as the cool latexed gut also presses you every now and then against the metal structure. The natural scent of the masculine *** with the artificial scent of latex mixes up in the air.

You can hear the saurian to pant against your neck before his soft and sticky tongue returns to kiss and lick along your neck skin.

You squeeze the bindings you are holding onto tighter and curl your toes as those massive thrusts from the muscle gutted scientist shows no mercy against your needy hole. Out of sudden, you can hear a snap of fingers that makes your whole body tense in pleasure. A second snap forces you to breathe faster and faster as your dick is seconds away from its moment of pleasure. And a third snap of fingers is more than enough to send you into a hands free orgasm.

A few seconds later, you can feel that maleness thicken further before a nice warmth overcomes the cool and hot sensation that had reign in you.

Your mind floats away into nothingness before it returns to your ***** body captured between the reptile's body and the wall.

As you both pant like tired beasts against the wall, the latex-clad and muscle gutted lover of yours helps you go get down on the floor after dislodging his dick from the depths of your being.

He removes the condom around his meat before sealing it.

You can hear the heavy 'thud' sound a few seconds after the saurian has thrown the used condom aside. He brings your *****, tired, and hot body assaulted in cool sensations from the pink goop against his cool, latexed and muscled gut body before squeezing you against his broad chest.

He presses his muzzle right before yours to give you yet another of those evil grins of wicked pleasure that drives you so horny.

"This is what I wanted for you all along my love. This is why you must be always enslaved to me. It is the only way for you to enjoy my company and my love.

Only a slave deserves that. Come here and put on the collar that will permanently mark you as my slave..."

He lets go of you and stretches his right hand to point at the table at the entrance. Your legs tingle and are hard to control after the experience, but you don't mind it as much. Your biggest urge and need is to put that collar around your neck

You pick up the item to feel a metallic cold yet lightweight device. It has a tag at the front that reads "Test Subject #75"

As you bring it closer to your neck, something again seems to bother you at the back of your head. All it takes to wrap that permanently enslaving device around your neck and grow erected once again is to hear a snap of fingers coming from those coarse and lovely fingers of your owner.

When you turn around your collared self to look for approval, you find master is done sliding his ample self back into his white lab coat.

"Good slave. Let's go to my bedroom, I need to shower you and then fill you a couple more of times before feeding you something.

You must be starved after being lost for so much time in the jungle"

The saurian wraps an arm around your shoulders and presses you once again against his body as he walks through the exit door with you.

He presses a button on the door and the next area is revealed to you. Countless reptilians in white coats and facemasks are working on machines mounted on huge tables.

They all interrupt what they are doing to look at your ***** and collared self.

You don't mind this at all as long as master doesn't mind it either. The triceratops gives you another squeeze before taking you out of the lab area to keep his promise at his personal quarters.


      

After that day, Master uses the MZero disk you were carrying to gain full control of the complex while he dispatches you to do secondary errands for him. All of your successes are rewarded with master's love and his dick in your depths. Once you have completed enough missions, Master also becomes the new owner of the complex.

First thing he does is to make you drop the pink goop in the water supplies for the rest of the personal in the facility. Eventually all the soldiers become also great slaves to their scientist masters. They all bow down to any reptile in white lab clothes to be of sexual service like you are with master.

This also gets master to capture the solider he hates the most. You know this solider was once known as "General" who is now a latexed figure from head to toe and whose dick is permanently sealed in a latex restraint.

Master sometimes takes his rear, but he doesn't get any release or love from him unlike yourself. This new 'latex general' roams the building to oversee that the rest of the soldiers. He makes sure everybody is good and submissive towards their white lab coat superiors.

The night master takes the main quarters and becomes the next and true owner of the complex, is celebrated on a new and luxurious bed. With your muzzle and rear taking master's dick and his love over and over again which becomes the new routine for the rest of your days.