Chapter Two
The Production Line
	Rose’s eyes were closed, but she could feel the furry paws of Professor Thompson, and the cold tools he used against her skin. He had used a tranquilizer on her, making her too sleepy to keep her eyes open, but not to put her to sleep entirely. She felt a long tube go up into her newly stretched pussy, and a clay like substance was formed around her clit. The same substance was formed over her nipples. The most uncomfortable feeling of all, however, was when Professor Thompson pushed a long cylinder into her tail hole. It was hard and cold, not warm like Waylon’s cock had been. She had heard of sex toys before; dildos and things like that. She assumed that was what the object was. Professor Thompson had said something about a lifetime of sex earlier, but she vaguely remembered the conversation between him and the ferret girl, Daphne. All she could think about was the gentle erotic moment she had shared with Waylon, his kind but strange words after, and the awkward objects covering the most private parts of her small body.
	“There we go, little rat. All set up. Lord Mayriel will be pleased.” Professor Thompson patted the side of her face, slowly bringing her into full consciousness.  “You were very easy to penetrate. I guess Waylon did a good job, didn’t he?” Rose felt blood rushing to her cheeks, blushing at the professor’s words. He chuckled. “I thought so.”
	“Is she done yet?” Daphne burst into the room. “Mayriel wants to know what I do with my time. He’s got Simon’s nose so far up his ass that no one else even half compares to him. I want to show that dirtbag what I caught.”
	“Simon got two of the largest people we’ve ever had here, besides Waylon. There is no way in hell your little rat is going to compare, so why are you so eager to show her off?”
	“She’s nudged herself into Waylon’s heart, that’s why. If I get her to Mayriel, I can use her to black mail Waylon into going out and catching me one of those big guys. He’s strong and stupid enough to do it, and not take credit.”
	“What do you mean nudged her into his heart? He’s fallen in love with another pet? Mayriel won’t like that.” Professor Thompson shook his head. “How do you know anyway? It’s not like Waylon talks to you, and this one can’t talk right now anyway.” He laughed, slapping the still groggy Rose awake. She whimpered and tried to move away, but the chains around her ankles and wrists were too tight.
	“I saw him trying to comfort her right before you took her to be hooked up. Did you not see that? It was obvious.”
	“I was trying to focus on my work.”
	“Your work is to attach a bunch of vibrators and shit to people and make them cum. It’s not that hard. I bet you are though.” She smirked, walking over to him and squeezing the small lump forming between his legs.
	“Go on Professor. Turn on the machine. Get her started early. If I bring her juices to Mayriel now, he’ll definitely appreciate the gesture.” She leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, “Maybe I’ll get to bring some of your juices to him as well, nicely collected inside of me.” Professor Thompson swallowed hard, clearing his throat before speaking.
 	“Let’s just, collect hers for now.” He fumbled with the small remote that connected Rose’s tubes to a small battery. He flipped the dial to “hum” and watched the small rat girl squirm. The clasp around her clit and nipples vibrated gently.
	“There you go, Professor. Make sure that pussy tube is in there good, we don’t want to waste anything.” Daphne spoke calmly as she rubbed her hands over the Professor’s hips. She kneeled down, slowly unzipping his lab coat. The lump in his pants grew as Daphne brought her muzzle down to it. She pulled the black dress pants off, letting them fall to his ankles. She began to quietly moan, mimicking the sounds the small rat girl was making. The sounds drove Thompson into a craze, and he grabbed Daphne’s head, shoving her muzzle down closer to his crotch. She smiled, pulling off his boxers, and letting his cock out onto her face. She licked the head, teasing his entire body. Her small tongue worked quickly, circling the head of his cock and down its length. As she reached his knot, she let her mouth slowly open around it, her teeth gently nipping at his skin. It aroused the coyote even more. He groaned loudly now, aching for Daphne to take his cock in her mouth. 
	“Turn the dial, Professor. I want to hear her scream.”
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	Rose hung from the chains, helplessly watching the two of them, as the machine vibrated her tender body. Her nipples and clit were still sore from her moment with Waylon, and the vibrations only made her hurt. She was fully awake now, but could only squirm aimlessly to try and relieve some of the pain. Nothing worked. The machine was hooked on, and there was no getting it off her now.
	At first, she tried to look away from Daphne and the Professor, not wanting to witness this strange moment between them. It did not appear sensual and intimate like what she felt with Waylon. Yet still she found herself drawn to the couple, drawn to Daphne’s sexual prowess for servicing the coyote, and her ability to almost control him with sex. She watched the ferret work, amazed that she could take Thompson’s long hard cock and push it all the way down her throat. She saw the Professor jerk wildly with pleasure, and realized how wet watching them made her feel. Then she realized that he had turned the dial up. Now the gentle humming vibrations became louder and harder. It squeezed her clit, then released, and squeezed again. The dildo that had been shoved in her tail hole also began to vibrate, pulsing in and out just slightly to make her feel uncomfortable; yet horny. She whimpered as the machine made her nipples raw, and her clit feel like it was on fire. 
	“Don’t you want me to take you all the way, Professor?” She heard Daphne tease. “Don’t you want me to swallow your cock, to lick your balls?”
	“Y-yes, yes,” The coyote moaned, pushing Daphne’s head down hard on his cock. Rose heard her choke for a moment, the head reaching down too far in her throat. She quickly recovered, and pulled off.
	“Now now, Professor, first you must make her cum. Turn the dial. Turn it all the way.” Rose inhaled sharply, fearful of how far the dial could turn. She couldn’t handle anymore of the vibrations.
	Blinded by his own arousal, Thompson turned the dial as far as it would go. Rose’s body exploded in arousal, the sudden turn of the dial overloading her senses. She screamed in pain as her clit and nipples were squeezed tighter than she ever could have imagined, being rubbed senselessly. She could barely feel them now, the skin around the clasps growing numb. The dildo in her tail hole pumped in and out, faster than even Waylon had gone. Tears fell from her eyes and she thrashed, trying to escape the machine and its torture.
	Suddenly, she felt the tube in her pussy begin to pull on her insides. She felt the wetness from her arousal being sucked down into the tube. She finally realized what everyone had been talking about.
	Her cum was being collected.
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	Daphne smiled, ever so slightly, as she sucked Thompson’s cock. She could feel him hardening, getting to the final moments of his arousal. She wasn’t really looking forward to tasting his bitter coyote cum, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. She glance up at the tube of girl-cum slowly filling up as the little rat girl screamed in orgasm. Unfortunately for the girl, after her orgasm the machine would not stop until Daphne turned down the dial. She didn’t intend to turn it down just yet.
	Already at her peak, and with the continued vibrations, there was no rest for the girl. She continued to scream as another orgasm wracked her body. There was no coming down, no resting. Daphne had to get as many orgasms from the girl as she could before the Professor finished himself. As soon as his animal-arousal calmed, he’d come to his senses and realize the rat girl’s anguish. 
	Daphne had never understood why the coyote, or any of the other sympathizers, pitied the young men and women who acted as pets for Lord Mayriel. She herself was a pet, just not chained and producing. She knew she was better off as the collector, but also knew being a producer wasn’t that bad. They were the real saviors, the ones who would bring back the feral animals the world had for so long missed.
	She remembered the sudden realization that feral animals were becoming extinct, just as the humans had nearly done before. The entire process had been going on for years; zoos had begun to close, rescues had no animals that needed rescued, and there weren’t even that many strays on the streets anymore. Everyone had assumed it was a virus, wiping out a population of animals here and there. But then it hit the entire world like a storm. Suddenly farm animals died out, and then house pets. They either became infertile, or took to some rabid disease and were forced to be put down. Soon no one even remembered what it was like to have feral animals around. Like the humans, they seemed to have been scattered about the world.
	That was, until Mayriel and Thompson came along.  Mayriel was the moneybags, and Thompson his researcher. Between the two of them, they had discovered the secret to creating feral animals from the juices of half-breeds, like the rat girl. At first they had tried to take willing female hosts to act as surrogates, using any leftover semen from other animal breeders. Yet in every case, the subject or the host died. It was Mayriel who suggested creating life from scratch, and somehow, Thompson had done it.
	Of course, the process wasn’t the most pleasant or ethical thing in the world. Volunteers soon discovered that the amount of cum they needed to produce far outweighed any pleasure they could get from the “toys”.  Mayriel even tried to pay them, but none would stay with it long enough to create life. 
	It was then that Mayriel hired people like Daphne, societal rejects that would kidnap the people needed to produce cum. He was, of course, made of money, not of morals. Thompson had at first refused, but the thought of seeing his beloved pet cats again made the lovable scientist into a rapist. 
	Daphne had once been hooked up to the machine before, just to see what it was like. It had felt amazing. All she had to do was hang there and enjoy herself. While she did that for a few days, she discovered she was even more aroused when she brought in others and did it to them.
	Even now, she could feel herself growing wet as she listened in on the rat girl’s cries. She knew Thompson was close to cumming, but she needed more time. There was still not enough of the girl in the tubes. Yet getting more time was no issue for her.
	“You can do better than that, Professor,” she chided, pulling off his cock right before he came. He moaned in disappointment as his arousal quelled just slightly, until Daphne played with his head again. “Let’s not end this game just yet,” She shoved her mouth down the length of his cock and just as quickly pulled it off again, teasing him. He reached for her hair, grabbing her head and shoving it down hard on his cock, jerking her back and forth. Normally she would’ve pulled off, but she knew she wouldn’t get much more time out of him now. She went along for the ride, keeping her tongue up and licking his cock as he pumped her.
	Then he did what she would never have expected coming from him. He pulled her off and threw her on the ground, jumping just as quickly on top of her. Disoriented, she barely knew she was naked by the time he had her pants to her ankles and his cock inside of her pussy. She yelped as the hard cock was shoved into her, knot and all. The coyote pumped in and out of her, his balls slapping against the folds of her pussy as he moved. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming in pain as he hardened inside of her. 
	Before she knew it, Daphne was overwhelmed with an orgasm. She hadn’t even realized how horny she had become, and as Thompson pulsed in and out of her, he drove her wild. Her back arched as she came, her body slightly jerking as she calmed from her peak.
	The Professor was not finished, however. As she lay panting, he turned her over and shoved his cock into her tail hole as hard as he could. Her eyes widened in pain as he pushed into her tight hole, deeper and deeper. She screamed and tried to free herself, but he was too strong. He grabbed her legs and pinned them to his sides as he pulsed in and out of her, ripping into her. He gave her no pleasure. Daphne’s eyes filled with tears as he shoved himself into her, pulled completely out, and shoved back in. He worked so quickly, there was no relief, no time for her hole to stretch and compensate for him. Whenever she tried to push him out, he shoved harder.
	Finally, he pulled out and turned her back around on her back. He pulled her up by the hair and held her face in front of his cock. He came, cumming all over her face and chest. Together with her teasing his arousal and the fast pussy and ass sex he had just had, he was full of juice. She shook her head, trying to wipe the vile substance off her face, already feeling it stick to her fur. Thompson pulled her to his face by her hair, whispering in her ear.
	“I know what you are trying to do. You won’t use me or Waylon to get more from this girl. Pull something like this again, and you’ll take her place instead.” He roughly shoved her down to the floor.
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	It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off Rose’s shoulders when Professor Thompson turned off the dial. The vibrations stopped, and the dildo in her ass was pulled out. Her body trembled with exhaustion, sweat pouring off her body, even as she panted. Her body was numb.
	Thompson gentle lifted her chin up to him, meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He lifted a small glass of water to her lips, and she drank gratefully.
	“I will have Waylon escort you to the production room, the place you should’ve had gone earlier had Daphne not acted the way she had.” He glanced down at the pile of fur that was Daphne, as she lay shaking, holding her legs together, her tail wrapping around her hole protectively. He shook his head, ashamed at the ferret girl. “I will request a rest day for you tomorrow, but there are no guarantees that Mayriel will not demand more… product. In any case, you will not have to produce as much as you had today. I will make sure of that.” He paused, chuckling. “I’m sure Waylon will help make that certain as well.” Rose’s heart leapt when she watched as Waylon emerged from the shadows. He walked over to her, placing a hand lovingly on her hip. He turned to Thompson. 
	“Daphne will not stop trying to make our lives hell, no matter how hard you raped her, Professor. It is her nature to ruin others, to make herself top-dog.”
	“I am the only important canine this place has, Waylon. A little ferret girl isn’t going to weasel her way above me.”	
	Rose glanced down at Daphne, and saw that she was gone.