Rube in Prison 1
	
Rube sat restrained to a chair in the back of a police van; he was now officially a prisoner of war. The war between his species and the earthlings had been going on for some time now, and, by all means, they should’ve been winning. After all, they were almost twice the size of the earthlings, with him being a few inches taller than the guards even while sitting, and they were generally larger and stronger anyways (although Rube would’ve insisted that he was big-boned). However, they had made the mistake of underestimating the earthlings’ large population and advanced weaponry, with particular talk of new chemical weapons. To make a long story short, he was captured with ease, and was now wondering what the earthlings had in store for him.
	He had heard horror stories about the earth P.O.W. camps, tales of torture, of cruel testing of chemical weapons, and of the severe mistreatment of the prisoners there, and Rube felt very scared to be at their mercy to say the least. He had had one tip drilled into him during training: if the earthlings capture you, don’t make any trouble; just stay compliant and they probably wouldn’t hurt you. Well, at this point, Rube would’ve been ready to do anything they said.
	But something strange was happening to Rube; he was starting to feel tired, really tired in fact. He couldn’t understand it, just a moment ago he was scared out of his mind, but now he was feeling an intense desire to pass out and fall into a deep sleep. One of the guards took notice and said, “Feel free to doze off if you want, we still have a few hours to go before we get there.”
	Well, Rube took his advice. The officer said it was okay, after all. Rube fell into a deep sleep in front of the guards, and for a few moments they watched him. A second later one of them walked over to Rube and pinched his arm tightly. He didn’t respond.
	“It looks like the gas has taken full effect,” he said.
	So another guard walked in front of Rube, and, kneeling in front of him, undid his belt and fly to reveal his large, thick dick. Even while flaccid it had an impressive size, and the guard checked over it, fondling and observing it and balls thoroughly.
	“Oh yeah,” the guard said, “I think he’ll make a good subject for our experiments.”
	After taking pictures of their subject’s manhood for their ‘scientific research,’ they zipped him back up and made it look like nothing had ever happened. As they approached their destination, they turned off the gas and Rube slowly started to wake up. At first he was distracted by the strange dream he’d been having, but after trying to get up, he remembered where he was. One of the guards spoke to him, “We’re almost there, just follow our instructions and try to cooperate once we get there. If you don’t, there’s gonna be some trouble, you understand?”
	Rube nodded his head quickly, watching the guard with wide eyes.
	Suddenly the van came to a stop, and the doors opened revealing a wide desert cut up by tall barbed wire fences. Inside the lot were multiple large, metal buildings, and vans drove across the sandy roads connecting them. Another guard approached the opening of the van, this one in a different uniform. He spoke to the guards inside the van.
	“State your cargo and destination.”
	“One male subject, headed to Research Block C.”
	“Okay, I’ll send a message to them now.”
	The outside guard then turned to Rube and said, “And you better make sure you do what we say around here, and don’t even think about escaping. Even if you can make it over the barbed wire fences, there isn’t a single drop of water in this desert for another forty miles.”
	Rube heard his message loud and clear, and after the outside guard slammed the doors of the van, it began moving on to Research Block C. After the short trip, one of the guards inside the van said, “Alright, we’re going to untie you and place you in handcuffs. Just follow me to the intake room, and don’t get any ideas.”
	Rube stepped out of the van and began walking to his destination, with one of the guards leading him, and the other following close behind, with a shotgun pointed directly at his back. While walking to his block, Rube looked around and saw another group of his own species in the distance. They were a line of newcomers, still in civilian clothing, and they were being lead to a completely different block.
	“How come I’m not with them?” asked Rube.
	“You’re going to a special research block,” said the guard.
	They turned and entered one of the buildings, where the large steel door was closed behind them. They were approached by four intake guards.
	“Remove your socks and shoes,” said one of them.
	It was somewhat difficult for Rube to kick off his footwear with his hands behind his back, but he managed. It was at this point Rube started to notice something strange, something he couldn’t ignore: there was a growing bulge at the front of his pants. Rube didn’t think he was horny, but all of the sudden he had a raging erection. He blushed brightly and tried in vain to hide it. It was the strangest thing, he thought, to have a sudden and intense erection out of nowhere. Of course, Rube didn’t notice the large vents on the ceiling.
	One of the intake guards spoke to Rube, “You will be given a prisoners’ uniform in a moment, but first you will need to be strip-searched.”
	Now Rube was panicking. He had to get this boner to go away before they strip searched him. As they walked to the room (his legs very close together), he tried to think of anything to make his erection go away, but it just wouldn’t let up. The closer they got to the room the more desperate he got. Well maybe, he thought, they wouldn’t take off his pants during the search. Maybe it was just his other body parts they had to check. Maybe by the time they got to his crotch his erection will have died down. In the midst of Rube’s thinking, it turned out they had already entered the room. What he saw was defiantly not expected.
	The whole room was cylindrical, and in the middle was a raised circular platform, with another coming down from the ceiling. There were cameras surrounding the center platform, but otherwise the room seemed empty. One of the guards undid Rube’s handcuffs and said, “Please step into the pod.”
	Rube walked into the center platform, and was forced to spread his legs and place his feet into two small, designated holes, which suddenly tightened, holding his legs in place. He did the same with his arms, placing them into their own holes in the ceiling, which also held him in place. Behind him he heard the guards walk out, followed by the door shutting. For a few seconds he looked around him, wondering when someone would come and search him, until suddenly a hatch opened from the ceiling, with dozens of robotic appendages spilling out. He then heard a robotic voice announce, “Beginning strip search,” as the arms came to life.
	Two mechanical arms with ends resembling gloved hands approached his face. They pulled at his lips and eyelids, searched in his ears, and finally shined a light up his nose without finding anything. Rube shook his head, somewhat dazed, but his confusion was replaced with fear as he saw large shears approaching his torso. With a few swift movements, they completely cut away his shirt, which fell to the ground. Rube didn’t pay much attention to his torso being examined, as he was too busy worrying about what would come next.
	As the shears approached again, Rube tried in vain to move his hips out of the way, but there was nothing he could do to stop their search. With a few snips, his pants and underwear fell to the floor in a tattered heap, and his erection was now unhindered and in full view. He tried to avoid making eye contact with the cameras. At this point Rube felt incredibly embarrassed and vulnerable, his face now glowing the brightest pink, but his ordeal wasn’t over yet. To make things even worse, it wasn’t the gloved hands that examined his dick, but a special, cylindrical tool. It slipped over his manhood and began its examination. There was a ring which searched up and down his dick repeatedly, as well as several small, wriggling tentacles which thoroughly searched every crack and crevice, and, of course, a rotating, circular brush that searched the head of his penis. At this point Rube was desperately trying to avoid release, and he thought he would be able to until the two gloved hands came back, one searching his balls by lifting and repeatedly feeling them, and the other searching deep up his ass. Rube closed his eyes and turned his head in shame, and, unable to avoid it, came all over the equipment, his semen getting on the floor, on his body, and all over the “searching” equipment.
	As though his ordeal couldn’t get any worse, the appendages were not done their search. Now Rube struggled against the restraints as overstimulation began to take him, and the feeling of pleasure morphed into pain. Rube struggled against the cylinder, against the unwanted stimulation to his balls and against the unwelcome invader in his ass, all while suffering some of the most cruel stimulation he’d ever felt in his life. He struggled and struggled, and just as he thought he would begin to cry, the machines stopped, and the appendages retracted back into the ceiling. Just then the guards came in, wheeling in a wheelchair with restraints. One pressed a button on the wall, and Rube stumbled slightly as the restraints let go of him. He carefully stepped around his jizz, which was still on the floor, and he walked over to the wheelchair, his hands covering his crotch. He tried to avoid the judgmental looks from the guards.
	“I… couldn’t help it,” he said weakly.
	“Just get in the chair,” replied the guard.
	He sat in the wheelchair and the guards began strapping him in. Then he realized something.
	“Wait!” he said, “I’m still naked!”
	“You need to be naked for your checkup with the doctor,” said a guard.
	As the guards pushed his embarrassed, naked body out of the room, he realized the worst part of all: his erection still hadn’t gone away.
To be continued