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It was last thing on a Friday. The winter sun was setting, casting a bold orange glow through the rows of trees that lined the forest road.
Hank was upset; it was his turn to see his daughter and they were going to go hiking together. She was only 6 but she enjoyed the outdoors and was becoming more and more like Hank every time he saw her. The thought made him smile. But she was ill, so her mom said it was best for her if she stayed at home. A decision that Hank agreed with, but it didn’t make him feel any less down.
Now he didn’t know what to do with his weekend. Did he go hiking on his own? To him it wouldn’t quite feel the same.
Suddenly the car’s radio beeped, slicing his thought train in two.
“Any units able to swing by the Subspace facility just out of town? Detective Rickson said he may have a lead on a missing persons case, but he can’t be in two places at once” the female officer spoke.
Hank considered not picking up the radio. Fifteen more minutes and he’d be home free. A picture of the missing person flashed up on the monitor. An older dog, big grey beard, in the picture he was at an air show with what looked like his son and grandson. His mind flashed to his own daughter and what she would be feeling if her dad was missing.
Shit.
“Officer Hudson. On route.”
The Subspace facility is an odd place. Very remote. The outside of it made it look like a modern resort, but its insides screamed hospital. Hank had heard stories of the kinds of things that went on in here, but they were all UFO conspiracies, government agencies, coverups, mind altering hypno rays. All sorts of complete bullshit.
Hank had just gotten off the phone with Al. The missing person, Grant O’Dolton was last seen going for a jog into the woods towards the facility, furthermore Al found a flyer at Grants house.
Service Dog Survey: A weekend of monitored stay at the Subspace clinic. DNA samples will be taken, and your overall fitness will be tested to gather statistical data on the health and condition of our canines in service. Hank’s eyes rolled. If this old dog had just gone for a weekend retreat for old people, then Al owed Hank big time.
Hank entered the building; the stench of bleach and sanitiser agitated his nose. A young cheetah wearing glasses sat at the front desk, his small head lifted as Hank approached, Hank towered over him.
“Oh a- hello there! Can I help you!?” He blurted; his words sprinted. Hank figured he’d meant to pose it as a question, but it came across as a fact he was too eager to share.
Hank opened his mouth, but the cheetah’s large eyes flicked over to his police badge and before Hank could say a word, he was back at it again.
“OH OH My bad! You must be here for the Service Dog Survey! Sorry sorry! I can’t believe I was so slow!” The cheetah then began tapping away at rapid pace on his keyboard before Hank stopped him.
“Hey! Do I really look that old to you? I’m not some retired vet.” The cheetah blinked.
“No, you look about thirty-six to me” Hank was taken aback, he was exactly right.
“Look buddy I don’t have much longer to go on my shift. I just want to know if you’ve seen this old timer around at all. Is he part of your Service Dog Survey?”
The cheetah blasted through many different faces, he bit his lip, then he went to say something, he then paused and then went to speak once more, before swallowing the words. Hank raised an eyebrow. This guy was hiding something.
It was rare that Hank found himself on an investigation path, usually that much was down to the detectives. He wondered if he should just radio it to Al. Have him come and pursue this line of questioning further but then he thought the victim. If he were in danger, then he would have to act now.
The cheetah still bumbled over what to say and Hank looked at his options. He couldn’t exactly force his way in, there would be security at some point, and he would very much loose his job by forcing them to show him around. He was going to have to be more covert…
“So, this- Service Dog Survey, it’s something that qualifies for police dogs as well?” He questioned the cheetah he now knew was called Sammy, thanks to the tiled name badge on his crinkled white shirt.
Sammy focused in on the question.
“Ah Ah yes absolutely!” He beamed and began printing out some papers.
“Now don’t think I’m signing up for anything. How about you just show me about and I’ll decide if its something I want to do?” Hank smiled; He certainly wasn’t used to being covert, but he leveraged his position to make a perfectly honest request.
“Oh sure!” Sammy then grabbed another sheet of paper, sliding it in front of Hank.
“This is our visitor terms and conditions sheet. It states that there are dangerous experiments being conducted at this facility and you are not permitted to leave the escorted party at any point. Doing so could result in serious harm or- “
Hank signed the papers; he was getting sick of Sammy at this point.
“Perfect, could you please place any weapons, electricals, metals and any objects with intense cultural significance in the tray please” Hank looked at the tray, if he was going into this place then he was going in dark. He checked his radio and there was no signal in the building, fat load of good having it would do anyway. He loaded his gun, taser, phone, radio and cuffs into the tray.
“I’m going to have to ask you to place your badge into the tray as well.”
“Why?” Hank questioned, confused.
“Its metal and also classes as an item of cultural significance” Sammy reiterated. Hank wanted to ask more questions but he wanted to ask anyone but Sammy, so he complied with the strange request.
He escorted Hank through a metal detector and then a set of doors.
The room they found themselves in was darker than Hank had imagined, with no windows and just a couple of blue lights built into the ceiling. A metal plate with two footprints hollowed into it lay before him.
“Please remove your shoes and socks and step onto the plate” Sammy gestured.
“This seems unnecessary…” Hank raised an eyebrow.
“Subspace requires a completely sterile environment. You may have your footwear back after the tour.” Sammy was typing into a terminal to the left of Hank. Hank looked down and saw the Sammy was wearing some kind of fancy fitted footwear, unlike anything Hank had seen. Hank stood on the plate and felt a warm buzz move from his toes to his heels.
Profile complete
The monitor beeped and Hank caught a glimpse of his name on the screen before Sammy logged out and they continued on their way.
Sammy showed him around the indoor pool and longue areas, the café and even a library. Which all seemed nice but none of them contained his missing person. Hank though about it more and none of them contained anyone that wasn’t working here, strange he thought.
The look the scientists gave him made Hanks fur stand up, like they were eyeing up a lab rat rather than a visitor, let alone a police officer.
Hank’s ears twitched and he turned, looking up at the ceiling. The facility was at times noisy and at other times quiet, but Hank could have sworn he could always hear a constant squeaking noise following them. It didn’t matter because every time he turned to look nothing was there.
This tour wasn’t going anywhere, and it certainly wasn’t going to lead to him finding Grant O’Dolton. Not on the set path at least.
He spotted a sign pointing down to the left of where they were heading labelled: Surveyance. Seemed like as good a place as any to start. The second Sammy turned his head Hank sprinted down the hallway and through a set of double doors at the end.
Having to remove his shoes and socks was a weird ritual but he was thankful that it let him dart away at top speed without making a sound. He drew his attention to the room he was now in, thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the dimly lit lab. Hank took a step further and felt a buzz under his foot, the room lit up with red lights. He moved his foot and saw his footprint glowing in red on the floor panels and now anywhere he moved he left his footprints in a glowing red.
“That’s really not ideal” Hank sighed.
“For you perhaps but it makes my job a lot easier.” Hank’s ear twitched as the squeaking returned. He turned and watched the large spider, clad in rubber decent from the ceiling, a mask covered his face, concealing his identity.
“Who are you? Identify yourself!” Hank barked and reached for a gun that wasn’t there.
“I’m the sentry of Subspace, and I make sure little pups like you remain on track.” The larger man started to walk towards Hank and Hank began to stumble backwards. There was no way that Hank could overpower this man. Despite being very fit himself, the spider’s impressive size alone would win.
Hank turned and bolted for a door on the other side of the room and was pulled back, flying off his feet and onto the ground. A large string of web had attached to the back of his shirt, leading back to his attackers’ hands. He stripped it, scrambling to his feet but the sentry pinned him down.
“Agh! Unhand me now! You’ve just assaulted a police officer!” Hank kicked and writhed.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You knew this was a possibility when you signed the entrance form. And you were the one trespassing in a highly restricted facility.” The spider chuckled, two of his hands pinned hanks wrists while the other two wove cords of rope around his chest before finally securing the harness to his wrists. Hank’s mind raced, trying to remember what was on that form but he couldn’t…he hadn’t read a single damn line.
The spider hoisted Hank to his feet.
“There ya go son. Now let’s get ya prepped and ready” The spider grinned.
“Ready for what?!” Hanks ears folded, submissively. The door to the room burst open and Sammy came thumbling in.
“Ah sentry! Thank you so much for locating my missing guest!” He sounded out of breath, but he always sounded like he was about to swallow his own tongue.
“Sammy, get me out of this!” Hank thrashed in the spider’s arms.
“I’m sorry officer Hudson but It very clearly states on the visitor form in section 8.5 and 8.6 that the subspace facility is equipped to house dangerous experiments and prisoners. Attempts to break away from the touring party would result in the subspace facility pressing charges for trespass which the facility is equipped to deal with internally through our rehabilitation program.” Sammy readjusted his glasses.
“Well haven’t you guys thought of everything” Hank snarled. “When I get out of this, I’m gonn-MMMNGH!” Hank hadn’t paid attention the sentry reaching for the large rubber ball gag, and now it was firmly locked in Hank’s maw.
“FMMCK NGGH!” LMM MNN GNNN!” Hank once again thrashed in the spider arms, twisting his wrists and rolling his shoulders desperately trying to break the rope harness.
“What do we think for this one Sammy? The cube? Tahiti? Augmented reality range?”
“Actually, I was thinking we just assist him in accepting the proposal for the service dog survey.” Sammy raised the tablet which had a large tap to confirm button and an image of a footprint.
“NNGH NNGH!” Hank struggled as the cheetah approached but the spider raised Hank’s paw to the screen, gripping it firmly by the ankle and placing it on the screen.
Ding, authorisation accepted. Enjoy your stay officer. . The tablet spoke in a happy customer service auto generated tone.
“FMMK NNGH!” Hank flailed but it was no use, drool was already beginning to drip from his gagged maw and onto the floor tiles.
Let’s get you all sorted pup. He removed Hank’s belt and stripped him naked while Sammy carried away all Hanks clothing.
The scientists watched on in awe as their latest test subject was dragged through the café and into another room. This one was much like the first and had a pressure plate in the middle with two footprints. Hank stopped.
“Move!” The spider shoved Hank, and he stumbled onto the tile. His right foot became fixed to the panel, unable to move.
“HNNGH?” Hank tried using his other leg to push free, but the spider grabbed it and forced his feet together on the tile. Now he was completely stuck.
Scanning profile: Officer Hudson. Service Dog Survey admission. Scheduled service time….Error.
Hanks eyes widened in horror. ERROR WHAT DOES IT MEAN ERROR!?
“Hehe don’t worry. It does that sometimes. Just means you get the surprise of not knowing when your service will end.” The spider chuckled but Hank struggled harder and ever.
Beginning bed assembly.
A large metal panel slid out form the wall in front of him. It moved horizontally at ankle height, a large black sheet outlined by a metal frame and a set of metal cuffs that fit perfectly across the front of his ankles. The panel pushed itself to his ankles where he was surprised that an identical panel was behind him, the two fused together locking his ankles in place.
“Wmmph?” Hank was confused by the contraption and what its purpose was, until the panels started to rotate upwards. He tried to move backwards but he could feel the shiny rubber sheet at his back. This thing was going to contain him! His heart raced, if he was going to be sealed in here then he wouldn’t be able to breath, there had to be some way out.
As the panels had almost fully sealed him, he spotted a small hole in the sheet, he rammed his snout against it and pushed his head through.
“Mnngh plmmnss! Lmmm nmm gnn!” Hank pleaded to the spider.
“No” His response was one note and tired. This is something he had done many times before and he couldn’t care less what Hank thought.
A metal clamp descended from the ceiling and bolted the two panels together.
Extracting air
He gasped as the air was being sucked from his bed causing the layers of rubber to cling firmly to his body.
“NGHHH NMMP!” He flexed against the rubber. The sound of stretching and creaking filled the room as it moulded to his body. The panel lifted from the ground, his feet now dangling pathetically, unable to help the rest of his encased body, they did nothing but flail and squirm.
The bed itself was attached to a rail system and moved him sideways into the next room.
“HLLLMP!” Another voice called from next to him. It was Grant and he was stuck in the same position as Hank. Only he had a device fixed to his cock.
“Ngh ngh nnnngh!” Grant’s head tiled back, and his hips bucked. Thick layers of drool and spittle flew from his gagged maw as he begged. His body trembling in the squeaking rubber as shots of cum pulsed through the tube connected to the end of the pump.
11 out of 100 The machine taunted him despite its voice lacking emotion.
“Plmmmm….mhgm ht fthp!” Grant was exhausted, sweat and tears pooled from his face.
Hank stared back from where he’d come from in anger. The spider stood in the doorway, pulling it closed.
“Thank you for joining the program officer” was all he had to say.
“NNHHH! NNH FHCG! GRRRR!” Hank protested and squirmed, but the bed was almost finished removing the air and soon he would be just as helpless as the dog he had tried to rescue.
Commission for
theobserver14
This is just one of those image that proves to me that if you approach me with a banger idea then I'm pretty damn happy to do commissions outside of normal time. This one was just such a fun idea and I'm so happy with how its turned out. It feels like a nice culmination of my recent art improvements and features a super hawt subspace Vac bed design!
I'm considering having the VAC bed be a YCH idea so let me know if you guys would be interested and I would happily do it❤️❤️🙏
I also went all out on the story for this one! 2.6k Words! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Was able to cram a lot of lore and references into this one so let me know if you enjoyed them :P
Hypno and Sock alts are available on my Patreon :P
Hank was upset; it was his turn to see his daughter and they were going to go hiking together. She was only 6 but she enjoyed the outdoors and was becoming more and more like Hank every time he saw her. The thought made him smile. But she was ill, so her mom said it was best for her if she stayed at home. A decision that Hank agreed with, but it didn’t make him feel any less down.
Now he didn’t know what to do with his weekend. Did he go hiking on his own? To him it wouldn’t quite feel the same.
Suddenly the car’s radio beeped, slicing his thought train in two.
“Any units able to swing by the Subspace facility just out of town? Detective Rickson said he may have a lead on a missing persons case, but he can’t be in two places at once” the female officer spoke.
Hank considered not picking up the radio. Fifteen more minutes and he’d be home free. A picture of the missing person flashed up on the monitor. An older dog, big grey beard, in the picture he was at an air show with what looked like his son and grandson. His mind flashed to his own daughter and what she would be feeling if her dad was missing.
Shit.
“Officer Hudson. On route.”
The Subspace facility is an odd place. Very remote. The outside of it made it look like a modern resort, but its insides screamed hospital. Hank had heard stories of the kinds of things that went on in here, but they were all UFO conspiracies, government agencies, coverups, mind altering hypno rays. All sorts of complete bullshit.
Hank had just gotten off the phone with Al. The missing person, Grant O’Dolton was last seen going for a jog into the woods towards the facility, furthermore Al found a flyer at Grants house.
Service Dog Survey: A weekend of monitored stay at the Subspace clinic. DNA samples will be taken, and your overall fitness will be tested to gather statistical data on the health and condition of our canines in service. Hank’s eyes rolled. If this old dog had just gone for a weekend retreat for old people, then Al owed Hank big time.
Hank entered the building; the stench of bleach and sanitiser agitated his nose. A young cheetah wearing glasses sat at the front desk, his small head lifted as Hank approached, Hank towered over him.
“Oh a- hello there! Can I help you!?” He blurted; his words sprinted. Hank figured he’d meant to pose it as a question, but it came across as a fact he was too eager to share.
Hank opened his mouth, but the cheetah’s large eyes flicked over to his police badge and before Hank could say a word, he was back at it again.
“OH OH My bad! You must be here for the Service Dog Survey! Sorry sorry! I can’t believe I was so slow!” The cheetah then began tapping away at rapid pace on his keyboard before Hank stopped him.
“Hey! Do I really look that old to you? I’m not some retired vet.” The cheetah blinked.
“No, you look about thirty-six to me” Hank was taken aback, he was exactly right.
“Look buddy I don’t have much longer to go on my shift. I just want to know if you’ve seen this old timer around at all. Is he part of your Service Dog Survey?”
The cheetah blasted through many different faces, he bit his lip, then he went to say something, he then paused and then went to speak once more, before swallowing the words. Hank raised an eyebrow. This guy was hiding something.
It was rare that Hank found himself on an investigation path, usually that much was down to the detectives. He wondered if he should just radio it to Al. Have him come and pursue this line of questioning further but then he thought the victim. If he were in danger, then he would have to act now.
The cheetah still bumbled over what to say and Hank looked at his options. He couldn’t exactly force his way in, there would be security at some point, and he would very much loose his job by forcing them to show him around. He was going to have to be more covert…
“So, this- Service Dog Survey, it’s something that qualifies for police dogs as well?” He questioned the cheetah he now knew was called Sammy, thanks to the tiled name badge on his crinkled white shirt.
Sammy focused in on the question.
“Ah Ah yes absolutely!” He beamed and began printing out some papers.
“Now don’t think I’m signing up for anything. How about you just show me about and I’ll decide if its something I want to do?” Hank smiled; He certainly wasn’t used to being covert, but he leveraged his position to make a perfectly honest request.
“Oh sure!” Sammy then grabbed another sheet of paper, sliding it in front of Hank.
“This is our visitor terms and conditions sheet. It states that there are dangerous experiments being conducted at this facility and you are not permitted to leave the escorted party at any point. Doing so could result in serious harm or- “
Hank signed the papers; he was getting sick of Sammy at this point.
“Perfect, could you please place any weapons, electricals, metals and any objects with intense cultural significance in the tray please” Hank looked at the tray, if he was going into this place then he was going in dark. He checked his radio and there was no signal in the building, fat load of good having it would do anyway. He loaded his gun, taser, phone, radio and cuffs into the tray.
“I’m going to have to ask you to place your badge into the tray as well.”
“Why?” Hank questioned, confused.
“Its metal and also classes as an item of cultural significance” Sammy reiterated. Hank wanted to ask more questions but he wanted to ask anyone but Sammy, so he complied with the strange request.
He escorted Hank through a metal detector and then a set of doors.
The room they found themselves in was darker than Hank had imagined, with no windows and just a couple of blue lights built into the ceiling. A metal plate with two footprints hollowed into it lay before him.
“Please remove your shoes and socks and step onto the plate” Sammy gestured.
“This seems unnecessary…” Hank raised an eyebrow.
“Subspace requires a completely sterile environment. You may have your footwear back after the tour.” Sammy was typing into a terminal to the left of Hank. Hank looked down and saw the Sammy was wearing some kind of fancy fitted footwear, unlike anything Hank had seen. Hank stood on the plate and felt a warm buzz move from his toes to his heels.
Profile complete
The monitor beeped and Hank caught a glimpse of his name on the screen before Sammy logged out and they continued on their way.
Sammy showed him around the indoor pool and longue areas, the café and even a library. Which all seemed nice but none of them contained his missing person. Hank though about it more and none of them contained anyone that wasn’t working here, strange he thought.
The look the scientists gave him made Hanks fur stand up, like they were eyeing up a lab rat rather than a visitor, let alone a police officer.
Hank’s ears twitched and he turned, looking up at the ceiling. The facility was at times noisy and at other times quiet, but Hank could have sworn he could always hear a constant squeaking noise following them. It didn’t matter because every time he turned to look nothing was there.
This tour wasn’t going anywhere, and it certainly wasn’t going to lead to him finding Grant O’Dolton. Not on the set path at least.
He spotted a sign pointing down to the left of where they were heading labelled: Surveyance. Seemed like as good a place as any to start. The second Sammy turned his head Hank sprinted down the hallway and through a set of double doors at the end.
Having to remove his shoes and socks was a weird ritual but he was thankful that it let him dart away at top speed without making a sound. He drew his attention to the room he was now in, thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the dimly lit lab. Hank took a step further and felt a buzz under his foot, the room lit up with red lights. He moved his foot and saw his footprint glowing in red on the floor panels and now anywhere he moved he left his footprints in a glowing red.
“That’s really not ideal” Hank sighed.
“For you perhaps but it makes my job a lot easier.” Hank’s ear twitched as the squeaking returned. He turned and watched the large spider, clad in rubber decent from the ceiling, a mask covered his face, concealing his identity.
“Who are you? Identify yourself!” Hank barked and reached for a gun that wasn’t there.
“I’m the sentry of Subspace, and I make sure little pups like you remain on track.” The larger man started to walk towards Hank and Hank began to stumble backwards. There was no way that Hank could overpower this man. Despite being very fit himself, the spider’s impressive size alone would win.
Hank turned and bolted for a door on the other side of the room and was pulled back, flying off his feet and onto the ground. A large string of web had attached to the back of his shirt, leading back to his attackers’ hands. He stripped it, scrambling to his feet but the sentry pinned him down.
“Agh! Unhand me now! You’ve just assaulted a police officer!” Hank kicked and writhed.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You knew this was a possibility when you signed the entrance form. And you were the one trespassing in a highly restricted facility.” The spider chuckled, two of his hands pinned hanks wrists while the other two wove cords of rope around his chest before finally securing the harness to his wrists. Hank’s mind raced, trying to remember what was on that form but he couldn’t…he hadn’t read a single damn line.
The spider hoisted Hank to his feet.
“There ya go son. Now let’s get ya prepped and ready” The spider grinned.
“Ready for what?!” Hanks ears folded, submissively. The door to the room burst open and Sammy came thumbling in.
“Ah sentry! Thank you so much for locating my missing guest!” He sounded out of breath, but he always sounded like he was about to swallow his own tongue.
“Sammy, get me out of this!” Hank thrashed in the spider’s arms.
“I’m sorry officer Hudson but It very clearly states on the visitor form in section 8.5 and 8.6 that the subspace facility is equipped to house dangerous experiments and prisoners. Attempts to break away from the touring party would result in the subspace facility pressing charges for trespass which the facility is equipped to deal with internally through our rehabilitation program.” Sammy readjusted his glasses.
“Well haven’t you guys thought of everything” Hank snarled. “When I get out of this, I’m gonn-MMMNGH!” Hank hadn’t paid attention the sentry reaching for the large rubber ball gag, and now it was firmly locked in Hank’s maw.
“FMMCK NGGH!” LMM MNN GNNN!” Hank once again thrashed in the spider arms, twisting his wrists and rolling his shoulders desperately trying to break the rope harness.
“What do we think for this one Sammy? The cube? Tahiti? Augmented reality range?”
“Actually, I was thinking we just assist him in accepting the proposal for the service dog survey.” Sammy raised the tablet which had a large tap to confirm button and an image of a footprint.
“NNGH NNGH!” Hank struggled as the cheetah approached but the spider raised Hank’s paw to the screen, gripping it firmly by the ankle and placing it on the screen.
Ding, authorisation accepted. Enjoy your stay officer. . The tablet spoke in a happy customer service auto generated tone.
“FMMK NNGH!” Hank flailed but it was no use, drool was already beginning to drip from his gagged maw and onto the floor tiles.
Let’s get you all sorted pup. He removed Hank’s belt and stripped him naked while Sammy carried away all Hanks clothing.
The scientists watched on in awe as their latest test subject was dragged through the café and into another room. This one was much like the first and had a pressure plate in the middle with two footprints. Hank stopped.
“Move!” The spider shoved Hank, and he stumbled onto the tile. His right foot became fixed to the panel, unable to move.
“HNNGH?” Hank tried using his other leg to push free, but the spider grabbed it and forced his feet together on the tile. Now he was completely stuck.
Scanning profile: Officer Hudson. Service Dog Survey admission. Scheduled service time….Error.
Hanks eyes widened in horror. ERROR WHAT DOES IT MEAN ERROR!?
“Hehe don’t worry. It does that sometimes. Just means you get the surprise of not knowing when your service will end.” The spider chuckled but Hank struggled harder and ever.
Beginning bed assembly.
A large metal panel slid out form the wall in front of him. It moved horizontally at ankle height, a large black sheet outlined by a metal frame and a set of metal cuffs that fit perfectly across the front of his ankles. The panel pushed itself to his ankles where he was surprised that an identical panel was behind him, the two fused together locking his ankles in place.
“Wmmph?” Hank was confused by the contraption and what its purpose was, until the panels started to rotate upwards. He tried to move backwards but he could feel the shiny rubber sheet at his back. This thing was going to contain him! His heart raced, if he was going to be sealed in here then he wouldn’t be able to breath, there had to be some way out.
As the panels had almost fully sealed him, he spotted a small hole in the sheet, he rammed his snout against it and pushed his head through.
“Mnngh plmmnss! Lmmm nmm gnn!” Hank pleaded to the spider.
“No” His response was one note and tired. This is something he had done many times before and he couldn’t care less what Hank thought.
A metal clamp descended from the ceiling and bolted the two panels together.
Extracting air
He gasped as the air was being sucked from his bed causing the layers of rubber to cling firmly to his body.
“NGHHH NMMP!” He flexed against the rubber. The sound of stretching and creaking filled the room as it moulded to his body. The panel lifted from the ground, his feet now dangling pathetically, unable to help the rest of his encased body, they did nothing but flail and squirm.
The bed itself was attached to a rail system and moved him sideways into the next room.
“HLLLMP!” Another voice called from next to him. It was Grant and he was stuck in the same position as Hank. Only he had a device fixed to his cock.
“Ngh ngh nnnngh!” Grant’s head tiled back, and his hips bucked. Thick layers of drool and spittle flew from his gagged maw as he begged. His body trembling in the squeaking rubber as shots of cum pulsed through the tube connected to the end of the pump.
11 out of 100 The machine taunted him despite its voice lacking emotion.
“Plmmmm….mhgm ht fthp!” Grant was exhausted, sweat and tears pooled from his face.
Hank stared back from where he’d come from in anger. The spider stood in the doorway, pulling it closed.
“Thank you for joining the program officer” was all he had to say.
“NNHHH! NNH FHCG! GRRRR!” Hank protested and squirmed, but the bed was almost finished removing the air and soon he would be just as helpless as the dog he had tried to rescue.
Commission for
theobserver14This is just one of those image that proves to me that if you approach me with a banger idea then I'm pretty damn happy to do commissions outside of normal time. This one was just such a fun idea and I'm so happy with how its turned out. It feels like a nice culmination of my recent art improvements and features a super hawt subspace Vac bed design!
I'm considering having the VAC bed be a YCH idea so let me know if you guys would be interested and I would happily do it❤️❤️🙏
I also went all out on the story for this one! 2.6k Words! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Was able to cram a lot of lore and references into this one so let me know if you enjoyed them :P
Hypno and Sock alts are available on my Patreon :P
PatreonCategory All / Bondage
Species Dog (Other)
Size 1662 x 2217px
File Size 3.47 MB
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