The Human Gratification Product Ch. 02

Exam Log 2: The Extraction Apparatus

As Mike's eyes slowly opened he was greeted by the magenta glow of the chamber. The lava lamp-esque ceiling light pulsed like a cosmic heartbeat, casting undulating shadows across the metallic black floor. Blinking, he pushed himself up and instinctively covered his groin, the room's chill reminding him of his nudity.

A quick scan of the faux nebulae confirmed he was still trapped within the same circular space. His heart pounded in his chest as anxiety echoed in his ears.

"It seems you have awakened, Mike." An electronically modulated voice layered over alien speech broke the silence. Mike jumped, snapping around to locate the source.

There she stood a few feet in front, the Anthelite in all her naked, lavender glory staring at him with glittering black sclera. In her hands was a large plate of steaming noodles, the tantalizing aroma wafting towards him.

Neathia's forehead stalks perked in a movement that seemed almost playful, as though she were amused by his reaction. "I apologize for startling you." She continued, smiling faintly as her voice softened from its clinical edge. "I have brought sustenance."

Mike's jaw set as the violation came flooding back. The cold probes, the forced 'extractions', the complete degradation he'd been subjected to. Rage and humiliation coiled in his gut like a nasty serpent.

"Let me go." he demanded, angling his toned frame to shield himself from her. His muscular arms flexed as he curled further in on himself, refusing to show the fear that gnawed his insides.

Neathia's smile faded to disappointment, her elven ears drooping slightly.

"I cannot do that, Mike. You know this."

"Let me go!"

His voice lashed like a whip as he lurched forward to do...something,he didn't know exactly what yet. Though before he could even take another step the familiar hum of the holo-squares returned, freezing Mike mid-stride as another plane formed around his mouth.

Neathia watched him struggle fruitlessly against the bonds. "I had hoped we could begin this session more pleasantly. This meal contains your favorite noodle dish-," Her lips pursed cutely. "Ya-ki-so-ba, with grilled pig and vegetables. I intended to explain today's experiment after you ate."

Her voice regained its clinical tone. "However, I am not obligated to provide such courtesies. Should you continue this defiance I will simply dispose of the meal and commence the next experiment without any explanation."

The holo-squares promptly dissolved into nothingness, releasing their grip on Mike. He immediately twisted away from her, hands dropping to cover his crotch.

It was then that the rich aroma of worcestershire sauce and grilled pork pervaded his senses. His stomach responded with a growl that echoed in the chamber, loud enough to make him blush. When was the last time he'd eaten? Hours ago? Days?

"...Fine."

Neathia's tail swayed languidly as she extended the steaming plate toward him like some twisted peace offering. Her pretty face held an almost maternal concern that gave him very mixed feelings.

"You should eat, Mike. The meal will grow cold, and the flavor will not be as pleasant."

Cautiously Mike took the plate from her with one hand still over his nethers. He retreated to the far side of the room, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back deliberately facing her. The yakisoba sat before him, steam wafting up in wisps that carried the scent of sesame oil and garlic.

He glanced over his shoulder, meeting those pupiless alien eyes.

"Is it drugged?"

Mike internally berated himself.Right, cause she would definitely tell you if it is.

Neathia's expression remained neutral as she laced her slender fingers together in front of her bare navel. "No, Mike, it is not drugged. If I desired to introduce substances into your system I would have done so while you were unconscious."

A beat of uncomfortable silence stretched between them. "The alternative method for providing you sustenance would have been a nutritional enema, so I assumed you would much prefer consuming a familiar human meal instead."

Mike's butt instinctively clenched before he hastily turned back to his food. Silently he grabbed the chopsticks and scooped up some noodles, hesitating before taking his first bite.

Immediately the flavor burst within his mouth. Savoriness mixed with a sweet tang, and just enough sriracha to make his tongue tingle. The juicy pork combined with the crunch of the cabbage and carrots made for a heavily seasoned delight. It tasted exactly like his mom's recipe down to the ratio of sauce to noodles.

Exactlylike it.

As he ate the weight of Neathia's constant gaze pressed into the back of his head. Part of him wanted to snap at her to give him some goddamn privacy. But he knew she'd likely refuse - or worse, take the food away entirely.

He took another bite, noodles slurping into his mouth as his mind churned.

"How do you know my name?"

Mike hadn't told her. Hadn't told her anything except for screaming and begging her to stop during that rape she called an 'exam'. And the yakisoba...how could she possibly know this specific dish was his favorite? The exact toppings, the precise amount of hot sauce?

Behind him the alien woman shifted her weight. Her tail made a soft swishing sound against the floor.

"After completing your first examination I conducted a scan of your neural pathways. Your memories, thought patterns, and personal preferences were documented for research purposes."

Mike's chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth.

"That is how I learned you are called Mike, that you attend university, and that you enjoy...ya-ki-so-ba prepared with worcestershire sauce, pork belly, and sriracha sauce."

His jaw tightened, anger simmering beneath his skin.

"You read my mind."

"Yes."

The chopsticks clicked against the plate as Mike set it down with more force than necessary. His appetite dissolved like salt in water, replaced by a nausea that had nothing to do with hunger.

How many secrets and memories had she discovered? How many fights with his father, times he'd had sex, conversations with his brother had she seen? Every moment had been pillaged. Catalogued like a damned video archive.

The yakisoba that tasted like home was now a cruel insult. A dish constructed from stolen memories and seasoned with his own pilfered thoughts.

"I'm done."

Mike pushed the plate away, curling into a ball. Neathia's head tilted, her stalks swaying with what was likely confusion. She glanced at the half-eaten noodles then back at him.

"There is still much food remaining. Your caloric intake is insufficient for-"

"I said I'mdone."

Behind him, silence stretched. It went on uncomfortably long until finally being broken by a soft exhale.

"I understand." the Anthelite replied, snapping her fingers. At her action the noodles beside him refracted into nothingness. "Though regrettable, I recognize that learning of the neural scan has distressed you."

Mike said nothing.

"However, Mike, you must understand that such information gathering was necessary for optimizing your experience." Her tail curled like a chameleon's as her fingers laced further. "Knowing your preferences allows me to provide appropriate rewards and minimize psychological trauma."

Mike snorted.'Minimize trauma.'As if rummaging through his brain like a filing cabinet was somehow merciful.

After another moment of quiet Neathia pressed forward. "I will now explain the next experiment. Are you ready to hear it?"

Mike's toes curled at her words, now forced to face the inevitable. He grimaced as his gaze fixed on the metallic floor, tracing the reflection of the pulsing magenta light.

"Well I don't have a choice do I?" he snarked.

Neathia ignored his comment. "You will be rendered unconscious via sedative gas, during which your foreskin shall be regenerated with an enhanced sensitivity profile."

Mike's head snapped up, eyes wide.

"What?"

"In addition, microscopic nanomachines shall be injected into your bloodstream and attach to your cells to alter your physiology." she pressed on, again ignoring him. "These machines will alter your hormone production to drastically increase sexual arousal. They will also modify your reproductive system to produce vastly enhanced quantities of sperm and pre-ejaculate at an accelerated rate."

That odd violet hue again dusted her cheeks as the alien cleared her throat. "When you awaken you will be connected to a mechanical sperm extraction apparatus, a device which will continuously harvest your semen. This will allow me to test the efficacy of the nanomachine alterations."

With each passing word Mike's world tilted further and further. The dread bloomed into a deep rage, becoming a physical display as he began to shake. "So you're just gonna-,mutatemy dick, force me into some sick heat then milk me like an animal?"

A small frown painted Neathia's lips at his rejection. "Please, Mike. I assure you the process will be extremely pleasurable." She took a step closer, one hand reaching out in a placating gesture. "The nanomachines and apparatus are calibrated to-"

"I don'tcareabout that!"

Mike surged to his feet, No longer bothering to shield himself as he jerked his hand for emphasis. Fury and terror warred in his chest as each emotion fed the other in a vicious cycle.

"I'm not some fucking specimen. I'm apersonwith thoughts and feelings. You have no right to treat me like-!"

Again, a green square of light appeared around his mouth to cut off his tirade. The poor college student fought desperately against the unmoving shape, clawing at it with his fingers.

"We have been through this argument before." Neathia responded, lowering her temple to her slender fingers as her ears wilted like petals. "While it may be difficult to accept, you no longer possess any rights. You are simply my research subject."

The alien dropped her hand back to her side, the modulated tinge of her voice now layered with a note of exhaustion. "There is no point in discussing this further. I have already spent more time on this interaction than scheduled."

As pink mist billowed from the chamber's ceiling Mike doubled down in his efforts.No. Not again.He twisted against the square in a desperate action that accomplished nothing. As the gas reached his nose his muscles grew heavy, drowsiness seeping through like warm honey.

Neathia approached through the pink haze, her light purple hips swaying with each step. Despite everything - the rape, the inhuman treatment, the absolute horror of his situation, part of him couldn't help but track her hypnotic curves. Those full breasts, that slender waist, her gorgeous face.

She was beautiful.

"When you awaken, we will commence the extraction process." She said with finality as consciousness slipped through his fingers like sand. The last thing he saw were those entrancing dark eyes watching him fall.

-

Wakefulness crept back in stages: first sound, then sensation, then sight.

Mike's eyes fluttered open to harsh white light. His head dragged upward, mind sluggish as it processed his surroundings. What greeted him wasn't the open chamber, but instead a tight cylindrical capsule in which he took up majority of the space. Cleanly white walls made him squint his eyes as a large vertical cutout in front of him revealed an expansive hallway housing similar chambers.

He tried to move, but to no avail. Mike's arms and legs were extended outward at forty-five degree angles, buried elbow and knee deep in large steel cylinders with black leather cushioning. The position splayed his body into a perfect 'X' shape, leaving him completely exposed.

"No no no..."

Immediately panic shot through him. He once more tugged against the restraints, but the cylinders didn't budge an inch. His breath came faster as he craned his neck to survey the full scope of his predicament.

Beyond him stood the alien scientist in the hall, arms crossed beneath those light purple breasts pushing them up in a way that made his instincts twitch with unwanted awareness. Those solid black eyes studied him through a clinical lense, blinking as she registered his awakening.

"You have regained consciousness. Good." Her voice carried that same detached professionalism as last time. "The modifications to your physiology have been successfully completed."

Mike's gaze dropped to his groin, and he felt sick.

His penis hung there, but different. Wrong. Where his bare head should've been was now swallowed by an unfamiliar stretch of skin. He'd been circumcised all his life, but now this alien sleeve hugged his glans with a sensitivity that made his nerves twitch.

Though the horror didn't end there. Strange alien symbols marked his lower abdomen, the orange text bright against the ceiling light. They'd branded him like livestock.

"How fucking dare you!"The words came out wobbly and bitter as tears blurred his vision. "Turn me back! Right fucking now! I'm not some experi-"

Green light again materialized around his mouth, sealing over his lips. His screams were reduced to incoherent noise trapped behind the barrier.

Neathia's tail drooped as she gazed at him with pity. "I am sorry, Mike. Truly. But the modifications are permanent and necessary."

Renewed focus sharpened her features as her tail curled into an S shape. "We will now begin the sperm harvesting portion of the experiment."

A pair of squares materialized behind Neathia, forming a makeshift chair which she settled into with fluid grace. Digital screens flickered to life around her, bathing her in a blue-green light as data streams filled their surfaces.

"Exam log two." She began whilst working the displays with practiced ease. "Specimen has undergone successful epimorphic regeneration of the prepuce tissue. Foreskin now covers the glans completely and has been enhanced with concentrated nerve endings: approximately eight thousand receptors per square milimeter."

Mike's face burned. She described him like a fucking lab rat.

"Catalog markers have been inscribed across the lower abdomen, reading 'Human Gratification Product Version One: Male Prototype'." Neathia blinked as she swiped through another screen. "Nanomachines have been introduced via the bloodstream and have bonded to all cellular structures, especially in the penile tissue, seminal vesicles, and prostate."

Her finger hovered over a particular display, then pressed.

Instantly an intense, fever-like heat spread throughout Mike's frame. His skin prickled with sweat as he gasped against the square, blood rushing down with alarming intensity. His cock thickened rapidly as heat flooded through the modified tissue, swelling into a rigid pillar.

It was amonstrouserection.

Every nerve twinged with sensitivity as his dick stood harder than it ever had in his life. Thick veins bulged along incredibly flushed skin, pulsing visibly. The horniness that gripped him transcended anything he'd experienced: not the fumbling urgency of first arousal, but something far more overwhelming.

His balls began to sweat, swelling hot and heavy despite the cool air circulating throughout the capsule. The heat radiating off them bordered on painful.

Neathia leaned forward, eyes widening as she drank in his straining erection. Her lavender cheeks darkened to violet, lips parting in lustful awe. For a moment the clinical mask slipped entirely, revealing her lewd hunger.

She blinked, composure returning as she cleared her throat.

"Nanomachine integration successful." She observed, voice breathier than before. "Significant tumescence apparent: nearly thirty percent above standard rigidity. Increased vascularity and pigmentation indicitave of optimal blood flow."

A section of the floor beneath Mike's spread legs neatly parted with a hiss. His gaze shot downward as a thick mechanical arm unfolded from the gap. At its end gleamed a white oblong machine the size of a football. Attached to its top was a sizeable glass sphere, and at its end a silicone cavity dripping with pink lubricant.

"Subject's sperm shall be harvested using a specialized extraction apparatus." Neathia stated, tapping away at one of the many holographic displays. "Once positioned the collection sequence shall begin."

The arm ascended in front of Mike's crotch, aligning itself with mechanical precision. A blue beam of light projected from the machine as it scanned his dick in a slow sweep. His attempts to jerk away were for naught as the device adjusted itself with minute corrections, aligning its opening with his glans.

As a slick warmth docked against his cockhead with a wet kiss, the Anthelite met his eyes before turning back to her data.

"Commencing insertion."

The cylindrical sleeve extended from the machine, sliding over his shaft and sheathing him in soft silicone.

Mike inhaled sharply through his nose as he registered the sensations on his cock. Three distinct textures assaulted him all at once - smooth rubber hugged his base, pliable nubs pressed into his shaft, and tight, zigzag-like ridges stimulated his head.

Heat bloomed where material met skin. His nerves prickled with growing sensitivity, the pink lube soaking into every pore. Every line, bump and surface could now be felt with crystalline clarity as the feeling burned pleasantly.

Neathia tentatively monitored a three-dimensional hologram of his penis in glowing detail. She rotated the image, zooming in on specific sections where heat signatures glowed the brightest.

"Specimen responding positively to the textures." Her tone held an edge of satisfaction. "Heightened nerve response and temperature level noted across all contact zones. The aphrodisiac compound is absorbing efficiently."

The alien input a command into the interface before her eyes shifted back to her test subject. "Beginning stimuli via a low-level stroking motion."

At her words a slow, methodical glide of the sleeve began as plush material dragged across Mike's shaft. The zigzags rubbed against him, then the nubs, and at last the ring as his rod was exposed to cool air. The machine reversed direction, swallowing him once more as the complex insides brushed against his length.

"Mmf-!"

Another stroke. Then another. The rhythm stayed maddeningly slow, each movement designed to wring maximum sensation from his overly sensitive flesh. The heat flooding his groin heightened with each pass, the aphrodisiac working deeper into his skin.

However, the worst part was his foreskin. Every time the tube pulled back, the newly regenerated fold dragged with it, smoothing over his head in a way that pleased thousands of nerve endings. When the machine thrust forward, the hood was slicked against his rod, those same nerves trapped between silicone and flesh.

"The foreskin demonstrates remarkable elasticity and sensitivity." Neathia commented. "The nerve clusters are achieving their purpose of providing enhanced sexual pleasure."

She rested a finger on a bar of light and stretched it upwards. "Increasing the stimuli to a moderate pace."

The deliberate crawl transformed into something far more assertive. The device now pumped Mike's dick in steady, mechanical thrusts that forced guttural sounds from behind the square.

Vvt. vvt. vvt.

The smooth rubber passed his base before the nubs dragged across his middle, followed by those damned zigzags rubbing his frenulum in a pattern that made his knees weak. His foreskin dragged back and forth with merciless consistency, the heightened nerves singing with sensation.

"Interesting..." The alien's voice cut through the mechanical hum. "Pre-ejaculate production has already reached projected amounts and is continually increasing."