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Day 10: Restrained
Artemis finds himself stuck inside the lab of a nefarious micro mad scientist who aims to use him as a test subject for a new method of 'hypnosis' that aims to keep him under... perhaps indefinitely
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Artemis shuddered, snapping awake as the back of his head slammed against the poorly padded… table? No, the raccoon was upright, tables usually weren’t upright–
He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that his arms and legs were already splayed out, his light, medium, and dark gray body forming an ‘X’ while suspended upright at 70 to 80 degree angle from a platform that looked like a contemporary take on a medieval torture device. He could feel the cool, sterile air breeze past his fur, against the fluff of his fully exposed chest and across his sheath and his shaft dangling between his legs… “F-fucgh… what the hell?! Where am I?” He blurted out, immediately tugging against the bindings to no avail. Adrenaline and cortisol coursed through his veins as all he could do was move his head and look around him to confirm that he was unquestionably stuck. He was cast beneath a bright spotlight, the rest of the room enshrouded within darkness. His head hurt phenomenally, his thoughts intrinsically groggy, groggier than what he’d expect from a normal period of rest…
“Ahh, the sedatives finally wore off. Good, good!” A voice spoke to him and he turned his head left and right to search for the source, also to no avail. It was only when tilted his head down and toward the right did he see a tiny, tiny mouse. Pure white with little red eyes, wearing a labcoat that itself was no larger than a pink pencil eraser, perched atop a miniaturized articulated bucket lift. “Ah, you finally found me,” the rodent grinned, crossing his arms as Artemis had to squint to see him clearly. With a gesture of his hand (or rather a subtle press of a button on the remote he held), unseen mechanical apparatuses clicked and whirred, and magnifying glass descended in front of Artemis’ face, allowing the raccoon to see the rodent more clearly.
“W-who are you? What are you doing to me?!” The raccoon asked with a severe amount of concern. Again he tried breaking free from his bindings, but some unseen energy field always pulled back at his wrists, tugged at his ankles with the same force he applied and ultimately left him exactly where he had started. No work had been done.
“Having fun in there? I can say that force fields are one of my specialties, the other being shrink rays and…” the miniscule mouse trailed off, turning his attention momentarily away from Artemis before eventually snapping back to the most pressing issue at hand. “Ah right!” the scientist beamed at his captive, raising his arms above his head as he exclaims. “I am Dr. Petit, the pint sized genius! Master at matter manipulation!”
The raccoon rolled his eyes, wondering if that was actually his real name.
“But you, because you are my esteemed guest and volunteer test subject, you can skip the formalities and just call me Alvin!”
“Uh, I don’t remember volunteering for anything—”
“Oh, yes you should, Artemis! I have all these signed release forms and such,” Alvin pressed another button and a holographic projection of several documents flashed before his subjects eyes. Just the most momentary glance at the signatures would reveal them to be far… scribblier than what the raccoon was used to producing. “And besides. You’ve indicated on your drivers’ license that you’d like to donate your body to science!”
“T-that– you’re insane! I never signed these, and that red dot on my license is for organ donation! You can’t use my body for science while I’m still alive anywa– wait a second…”
“Oh, don’t you worry! If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t have bothered with sedating you in the first place,” the mad mouse chuckled. “And in a sense, I am really only interested in one organ of yours!”
“That’s still not how that works!”
“You see I’m trying to break into the exciting new field of study: mind control!”
“What? I don’t want to be mind controlled though!”
“Well unfortunately for you sometimes sacrifices have to be made in the name of science.”
“Who’s funding you? What kind of shadowy organization is paying for this?!”
“Oh everything in my lab is self-funded. I have a Kickstarter!”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, not at all! Also you’d be amazed at how much less your living expenses become once you shrink yourself to my size…” Another button press, another tiny click and this time a screen slowly lowered before Artemis. The display lit up automatically to the bright white background of a slide deck, causing the captive to grimace from the sudden bright light after having adjusted to the dark. “Ahem!” Alvin cleared his throat. “Currently, there only really exists one reliable source of mind control, excluding stuff like propaganda and societal engineering, and that’s hypnosis.” Click. The slideshow advanced from a mostly blank screen to one displaying a slowly spinning black and white spiral.
Artemis couldn’t help but bring his eyes toward the center of the screen. He’d break away, making a conscious effort to turn and glance at the mouse but every few seconds or so he’d find himself staring right back at that…
“Now you see, the problem with hypnosis is that some people are a lot more susceptible than others… hmm…” the scientist took note of the current state of the raccoon. “Oh for goodness sake that one’s just an example…” He sighed before advancing to the next slide, fortunately spiral free.
Artemis blinked, tilting his head back straight, having just noticed that his neck had slouched forward slightly. “H-huh?” He was now looking at a white screen with a few bullet points written on it.
“As I was saying… there’s some problems with hypnosis, namely because depending on the individual affected, it can have fairly short duration and requires routine upkeep. To solve these issues, I propose tackling the issue at the source: the brain!”
The slideshow advanced to a cartoonish drawing of said organ.
“Taking advantage of my superior, small size, I propose an experiment to directly augment the subject’s physical mind to make them more susceptible to hypnosis and require less maintenance!”
“What like, you’re going to crawl into my head? I’m not a doctor but I don’t th–”
“Well, I’ll have you know that I am a doctor–”
“Well not a medical one!”
“MD PhD actually. Graduated top of my class.”
“Wh-what. Why aren’t you like, helping people?!”
“Oh, but I am! Think about all the applications of being able to control minds on a whim!”
“I can literally think of nothing good if this falls into the hands of, like, a company or the government.”
“Huh. I never considered that…” the mouse paused, scratching his chin. “Oh well, anyway. I’m in too deep to back out now”
Artemis sighed.
“So the plan is for me to go into your head while you’re zonked out with this hypnospiral.” Click.
The next slide. Immediately Artemis’ face was bathed within a bright, rainbow glow. In the millisecond before he squeezed shut his eyes, scrunching his face and wrinkling his nose, he saw a vibrant, radiating, kaleidoscopic pattern; the final boss of hypnospirals. Growing and shrinking, swirling and spinning, morphing with colors that he could’ve sworn didn’t even exist, except the evidence in that split second where he saw it with his own eyes would beg to differ. His subconscious mind was already seeded with the desire to learn more about this… pattern, this design, yet his conscious mind didn’t want to cede so easily; he put up a valiant effort to not fall into the same pitfall as the one mere minutes ago.
“Huh. You’re actively trying to resist huh? Well, that just proves my earlier point!” The mad scientist grins as the bucket he’s standing inside begins rising slowly, inching closer to his captive’s face. “Inside your head, I’ll just tie up your brain, focusing on the parts responsible for critical thinking and free will, and you’ll soon become slavishly obedient and helpless to falling into my clutches, haha!”
“T-that’s not going to work! The brain’s too complicated to… just… like… do stuff like that!” The raccoon grunted with an ugly, wrinkled face. His eyes were squeezed shut, only able to hear the whir of the approaching platform. Alvin’s voice was now much clearer and easier to understand.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how simple those meat computers are sometimes! Besides, I did some MRI scans while you were under just to get a better look at what I have to work with...” The mouse hopped onto the restrained raccoon’s shoulder with his hands clasped around his back, his pink fleet plodding forward. His first steps were cautious, like a mountaineer walking atop a rocky ridge, slowly approaching Artemis’ triangular gray ears.
There wasn’t a response from the raccoon, only half-hearted moans and semi-lucid grunts. Below his pink shaft was already starting to poke out from his sheath, his head once again starting to slouch. His eyes were open, uncertain whether to expend their energy to remain open or to force themselves shut.
Alvin chuckled, the micro approaching Artemis’ ear and peering down the pink tunnel leading deeper into his head. Positioning himself feet first, he pushed the rest of his body forward, confident that there wouldn’t be very much movement from how deeply entranced his subject seemed to be. The air inside grew warmer and damper, the mouse unable to really stop himself in time as he punched through the raccoon’s eardrum and entered his inner ear.
Artemis would wince, brought back into the fold momentarily by the sudden undismissable ringing in his ears. However, he remained staring into the spiral, barely having the time to even think about looking away before he was once again hopelessly trapped…
Shaking off the debris from his labcoat, Alvin looked around him, noting a thick fibrous cable of nerves extending from the back of the eardrum that led deeper into the raccoon’s head. Trudging down the tunnel, he came upon an expansive cavity primarily occupied by a comparatively massive wrinkled pink blob that trembled in place as it actively struggled to process those confusing patterns and signals streaming from those connected eyes. The mouse chuckled, reaching into his pockets as he procured those bundles of ropes. His plan was coming into fruition.
Riding on wave after wave, like a drowning swimmer struggling to keep their head above the water. Artemis drooled copiously, his eyelids fluttering. He’d muster the energy to want to raise his head, to want to close his eyes but the signals would ultimately be lost in translation. It didn’t help that down below his dick pulsated, surging with naggling waves of need, clawing at what remained of his conscious mind to tend to immediately despite the obvious fact that he was stuck in place, unable to move his arms.
Meanwhile, Alvin hummed as he anchored one end of the rope to the bone and proceeded to climb over the cortex, bringing the rest of the rope along with him. His feet pressed firmly onto the soft cerebral tissue, undoubtedly disrupting even more things, even more thoughts derailed; alas it would only be a mere taste of the mental dullness that Artemis would experience once the rest of the rope was brought over the of the procyon’s prefrontal cortex. The mad science slid down the other end before anchoring the other end to the other side of the skull.
Artemis could feel something was moving around inside his head even in his barely present state. He could feel it skittering across the top of his thoughts, pushing him down below the surface before he bobbed back up. He let out a long, drawn out “gh-huhhhhhh….” as he tried saying something, tried to occupy his mind with anything else than staring at that…
His head tilted up, feeling his thoughts flicker with a flurry of nonsense before disappearing entirely. Leaving his head… emptier. What was… where… what was he doing? That… swirly thing he was looking at…?
The mouse tightened the rope with a ratchet, watching the cord sink down against the front of the brain. Restricting thoughts, that quintessential ‘resistance’ he intended on suppressing. He brought out more rope, set up more anchors, climbed once again over the top of Artemis’ mind.
The raccoon hung limply from his restraints. His tongue drooped out of his mouth as a puddle of drool pooled on the floor. His cock leaked a steady stream of pre, twitching and flexing, rising and falling with more activity than his own mind–how could it not? There wasn’t anything left in his head to deny it, to tell it no, that there were more pressing issues at hand…
Alvin tightened the last of the restraints, looking up at the brain that was tied down, pressed against the bottom of the skull to ensure that it absolutely wouldn’t be able to move under its own power. The very core of Artemis was unable to even think about thinking. Everything inside was frozen in place, helpless to resist…
Seconds passed with the raccoon remaining still, unmoving except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the vigorous twitching of his ever-needy cock. His eyes were half-lidded. Staring so deeply subsumed by the swirls. Out of this ear, the mad mouse soon crawled out of his subject, his now-mindless servant, out the same way he entered. Accomplished and full of pride. Grinning. Cackling evilly and inanely. He stood atop Artemis’ shoulders, pointing forward.
With a final press of a button, this time the click coming from beside his own head, the screen that he had been staring at finally turned off, the monitor retracting back up into the ceiling. The force fields holding his arms and legs open would lower him down, gently onto the ground, and His posture would immediately slouch forward, his face maintaining that dazed, dumb, vapidly empty expression. The afterimages of those spirals remained in his eyes–they were trapped inside his head, unable to be cleared or filtered out… jammed, stuck behind a series of ropes.
His body was free, but his brain was so hopelessly
Artemis finds himself stuck inside the lab of a nefarious micro mad scientist who aims to use him as a test subject for a new method of 'hypnosis' that aims to keep him under... perhaps indefinitely
Hypnovember story slot for
artemisraccoon---
Artemis shuddered, snapping awake as the back of his head slammed against the poorly padded… table? No, the raccoon was upright, tables usually weren’t upright–
He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that his arms and legs were already splayed out, his light, medium, and dark gray body forming an ‘X’ while suspended upright at 70 to 80 degree angle from a platform that looked like a contemporary take on a medieval torture device. He could feel the cool, sterile air breeze past his fur, against the fluff of his fully exposed chest and across his sheath and his shaft dangling between his legs… “F-fucgh… what the hell?! Where am I?” He blurted out, immediately tugging against the bindings to no avail. Adrenaline and cortisol coursed through his veins as all he could do was move his head and look around him to confirm that he was unquestionably stuck. He was cast beneath a bright spotlight, the rest of the room enshrouded within darkness. His head hurt phenomenally, his thoughts intrinsically groggy, groggier than what he’d expect from a normal period of rest…
“Ahh, the sedatives finally wore off. Good, good!” A voice spoke to him and he turned his head left and right to search for the source, also to no avail. It was only when tilted his head down and toward the right did he see a tiny, tiny mouse. Pure white with little red eyes, wearing a labcoat that itself was no larger than a pink pencil eraser, perched atop a miniaturized articulated bucket lift. “Ah, you finally found me,” the rodent grinned, crossing his arms as Artemis had to squint to see him clearly. With a gesture of his hand (or rather a subtle press of a button on the remote he held), unseen mechanical apparatuses clicked and whirred, and magnifying glass descended in front of Artemis’ face, allowing the raccoon to see the rodent more clearly.
“W-who are you? What are you doing to me?!” The raccoon asked with a severe amount of concern. Again he tried breaking free from his bindings, but some unseen energy field always pulled back at his wrists, tugged at his ankles with the same force he applied and ultimately left him exactly where he had started. No work had been done.
“Having fun in there? I can say that force fields are one of my specialties, the other being shrink rays and…” the miniscule mouse trailed off, turning his attention momentarily away from Artemis before eventually snapping back to the most pressing issue at hand. “Ah right!” the scientist beamed at his captive, raising his arms above his head as he exclaims. “I am Dr. Petit, the pint sized genius! Master at matter manipulation!”
The raccoon rolled his eyes, wondering if that was actually his real name.
“But you, because you are my esteemed guest and volunteer test subject, you can skip the formalities and just call me Alvin!”
“Uh, I don’t remember volunteering for anything—”
“Oh, yes you should, Artemis! I have all these signed release forms and such,” Alvin pressed another button and a holographic projection of several documents flashed before his subjects eyes. Just the most momentary glance at the signatures would reveal them to be far… scribblier than what the raccoon was used to producing. “And besides. You’ve indicated on your drivers’ license that you’d like to donate your body to science!”
“T-that– you’re insane! I never signed these, and that red dot on my license is for organ donation! You can’t use my body for science while I’m still alive anywa– wait a second…”
“Oh, don’t you worry! If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t have bothered with sedating you in the first place,” the mad mouse chuckled. “And in a sense, I am really only interested in one organ of yours!”
“That’s still not how that works!”
“You see I’m trying to break into the exciting new field of study: mind control!”
“What? I don’t want to be mind controlled though!”
“Well unfortunately for you sometimes sacrifices have to be made in the name of science.”
“Who’s funding you? What kind of shadowy organization is paying for this?!”
“Oh everything in my lab is self-funded. I have a Kickstarter!”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, not at all! Also you’d be amazed at how much less your living expenses become once you shrink yourself to my size…” Another button press, another tiny click and this time a screen slowly lowered before Artemis. The display lit up automatically to the bright white background of a slide deck, causing the captive to grimace from the sudden bright light after having adjusted to the dark. “Ahem!” Alvin cleared his throat. “Currently, there only really exists one reliable source of mind control, excluding stuff like propaganda and societal engineering, and that’s hypnosis.” Click. The slideshow advanced from a mostly blank screen to one displaying a slowly spinning black and white spiral.
Artemis couldn’t help but bring his eyes toward the center of the screen. He’d break away, making a conscious effort to turn and glance at the mouse but every few seconds or so he’d find himself staring right back at that…
“Now you see, the problem with hypnosis is that some people are a lot more susceptible than others… hmm…” the scientist took note of the current state of the raccoon. “Oh for goodness sake that one’s just an example…” He sighed before advancing to the next slide, fortunately spiral free.
Artemis blinked, tilting his head back straight, having just noticed that his neck had slouched forward slightly. “H-huh?” He was now looking at a white screen with a few bullet points written on it.
“As I was saying… there’s some problems with hypnosis, namely because depending on the individual affected, it can have fairly short duration and requires routine upkeep. To solve these issues, I propose tackling the issue at the source: the brain!”
The slideshow advanced to a cartoonish drawing of said organ.
“Taking advantage of my superior, small size, I propose an experiment to directly augment the subject’s physical mind to make them more susceptible to hypnosis and require less maintenance!”
“What like, you’re going to crawl into my head? I’m not a doctor but I don’t th–”
“Well, I’ll have you know that I am a doctor–”
“Well not a medical one!”
“MD PhD actually. Graduated top of my class.”
“Wh-what. Why aren’t you like, helping people?!”
“Oh, but I am! Think about all the applications of being able to control minds on a whim!”
“I can literally think of nothing good if this falls into the hands of, like, a company or the government.”
“Huh. I never considered that…” the mouse paused, scratching his chin. “Oh well, anyway. I’m in too deep to back out now”
Artemis sighed.
“So the plan is for me to go into your head while you’re zonked out with this hypnospiral.” Click.
The next slide. Immediately Artemis’ face was bathed within a bright, rainbow glow. In the millisecond before he squeezed shut his eyes, scrunching his face and wrinkling his nose, he saw a vibrant, radiating, kaleidoscopic pattern; the final boss of hypnospirals. Growing and shrinking, swirling and spinning, morphing with colors that he could’ve sworn didn’t even exist, except the evidence in that split second where he saw it with his own eyes would beg to differ. His subconscious mind was already seeded with the desire to learn more about this… pattern, this design, yet his conscious mind didn’t want to cede so easily; he put up a valiant effort to not fall into the same pitfall as the one mere minutes ago.
“Huh. You’re actively trying to resist huh? Well, that just proves my earlier point!” The mad scientist grins as the bucket he’s standing inside begins rising slowly, inching closer to his captive’s face. “Inside your head, I’ll just tie up your brain, focusing on the parts responsible for critical thinking and free will, and you’ll soon become slavishly obedient and helpless to falling into my clutches, haha!”
“T-that’s not going to work! The brain’s too complicated to… just… like… do stuff like that!” The raccoon grunted with an ugly, wrinkled face. His eyes were squeezed shut, only able to hear the whir of the approaching platform. Alvin’s voice was now much clearer and easier to understand.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how simple those meat computers are sometimes! Besides, I did some MRI scans while you were under just to get a better look at what I have to work with...” The mouse hopped onto the restrained raccoon’s shoulder with his hands clasped around his back, his pink fleet plodding forward. His first steps were cautious, like a mountaineer walking atop a rocky ridge, slowly approaching Artemis’ triangular gray ears.
There wasn’t a response from the raccoon, only half-hearted moans and semi-lucid grunts. Below his pink shaft was already starting to poke out from his sheath, his head once again starting to slouch. His eyes were open, uncertain whether to expend their energy to remain open or to force themselves shut.
Alvin chuckled, the micro approaching Artemis’ ear and peering down the pink tunnel leading deeper into his head. Positioning himself feet first, he pushed the rest of his body forward, confident that there wouldn’t be very much movement from how deeply entranced his subject seemed to be. The air inside grew warmer and damper, the mouse unable to really stop himself in time as he punched through the raccoon’s eardrum and entered his inner ear.
Artemis would wince, brought back into the fold momentarily by the sudden undismissable ringing in his ears. However, he remained staring into the spiral, barely having the time to even think about looking away before he was once again hopelessly trapped…
Shaking off the debris from his labcoat, Alvin looked around him, noting a thick fibrous cable of nerves extending from the back of the eardrum that led deeper into the raccoon’s head. Trudging down the tunnel, he came upon an expansive cavity primarily occupied by a comparatively massive wrinkled pink blob that trembled in place as it actively struggled to process those confusing patterns and signals streaming from those connected eyes. The mouse chuckled, reaching into his pockets as he procured those bundles of ropes. His plan was coming into fruition.
Riding on wave after wave, like a drowning swimmer struggling to keep their head above the water. Artemis drooled copiously, his eyelids fluttering. He’d muster the energy to want to raise his head, to want to close his eyes but the signals would ultimately be lost in translation. It didn’t help that down below his dick pulsated, surging with naggling waves of need, clawing at what remained of his conscious mind to tend to immediately despite the obvious fact that he was stuck in place, unable to move his arms.
Meanwhile, Alvin hummed as he anchored one end of the rope to the bone and proceeded to climb over the cortex, bringing the rest of the rope along with him. His feet pressed firmly onto the soft cerebral tissue, undoubtedly disrupting even more things, even more thoughts derailed; alas it would only be a mere taste of the mental dullness that Artemis would experience once the rest of the rope was brought over the of the procyon’s prefrontal cortex. The mad science slid down the other end before anchoring the other end to the other side of the skull.
Artemis could feel something was moving around inside his head even in his barely present state. He could feel it skittering across the top of his thoughts, pushing him down below the surface before he bobbed back up. He let out a long, drawn out “gh-huhhhhhh….” as he tried saying something, tried to occupy his mind with anything else than staring at that…
His head tilted up, feeling his thoughts flicker with a flurry of nonsense before disappearing entirely. Leaving his head… emptier. What was… where… what was he doing? That… swirly thing he was looking at…?
The mouse tightened the rope with a ratchet, watching the cord sink down against the front of the brain. Restricting thoughts, that quintessential ‘resistance’ he intended on suppressing. He brought out more rope, set up more anchors, climbed once again over the top of Artemis’ mind.
The raccoon hung limply from his restraints. His tongue drooped out of his mouth as a puddle of drool pooled on the floor. His cock leaked a steady stream of pre, twitching and flexing, rising and falling with more activity than his own mind–how could it not? There wasn’t anything left in his head to deny it, to tell it no, that there were more pressing issues at hand…
Alvin tightened the last of the restraints, looking up at the brain that was tied down, pressed against the bottom of the skull to ensure that it absolutely wouldn’t be able to move under its own power. The very core of Artemis was unable to even think about thinking. Everything inside was frozen in place, helpless to resist…
Seconds passed with the raccoon remaining still, unmoving except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the vigorous twitching of his ever-needy cock. His eyes were half-lidded. Staring so deeply subsumed by the swirls. Out of this ear, the mad mouse soon crawled out of his subject, his now-mindless servant, out the same way he entered. Accomplished and full of pride. Grinning. Cackling evilly and inanely. He stood atop Artemis’ shoulders, pointing forward.
With a final press of a button, this time the click coming from beside his own head, the screen that he had been staring at finally turned off, the monitor retracting back up into the ceiling. The force fields holding his arms and legs open would lower him down, gently onto the ground, and His posture would immediately slouch forward, his face maintaining that dazed, dumb, vapidly empty expression. The afterimages of those spirals remained in his eyes–they were trapped inside his head, unable to be cleared or filtered out… jammed, stuck behind a series of ropes.
His body was free, but his brain was so hopelessly
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