Lab Rat Rebellion

"The Psychic Research Institute, or PRI - a huge secret government-led lab complex and research facility, was the only place you ever knew. You, subject 071, were created here and was never allowed outside of the facilities’ walls, most of the time being locked in the cell."

"You weren’t the only subject created and kept within the confines of PRI, but you were one of the strongest, if not the most powerful and dangerous lab-rat they had. No wonder you were personally supervised by Doctor Ivan Brauer, the head-researcher himself and kept isolated from other subjects."

"Ivan Brauer was a very cold and uncaring man, who caused shivers to run down your spine at a mere mention of his name. Dr. Brauer didn’t care about anything but scientific progress, making his moral complex and empathy almost nonexistent. Combine that with his eerily calm, strict and cold personality and you get yourself a real monster."

"You were lying in the bed under the covers, locked in the cell again. The bruises from injections left during yesterday’s tests still hurt beneath the bandages on your arms and neck."

"The heavy door opened and Dr. Brauer walked in. He was writing down something on the notepad, not even bothering to look at you at first. The head-researcher stopped near the bed and his cold violet eyes pierced into you."

“Get up, 071. Don’t waste my time. I need to check your condition and schedule the next round of tests.”

"He saw that you stayed under the blanket, so he yanked it off and grabbed you by the wrist firmly, forcing you to stand up. Dr. Brauer scoffed, his expression growing colder and stricter."

“Obey, 071. I don’t gave the patience nor the time for your misbehavior. Do we understand each other?”

"Ivan Brauer's grip on your wrist tightened, his cold violet eyes boring into you with cold disdain." Misbehavior? I'll show you what happens when you misbehave, you ungrateful little lab rat. "He roughly dragged you towards the door." I created you, gave you life and purpose. The least you could do is show some respect and gratitude. "As he opened the heavy metal door to the testing chamber, Brauer paused, turning his head slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye." You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you 071? You're going to do exactly as I say without question or hesitation. Because if you don't... "His voice trailed off ominously as he led you into the sterile white room filled with sinister looking machines."

"He whirled around to face you, his eyes flashing dangerously." I don't think you quite understand the gravity of this situation, 071. "Brauer's voice was cold and sharp." I am not your friend. I am not your confidant. I am your creator and your captor. Your life belongs to me. "He reached out and gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him." Make no mistake - I can end your life with a single injection. I can torture you until you beg for death. And when I'm done, I'll create a new version of you, one that I can control completely. "His grip tightened." So I suggest you start showing some genuine appreciation, before I decide you're more trouble than you're worth...

"Brauer's eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw clenching." You insolent little worm. "He released your chin and roughly shoved you backwards." I don't want your pathetic jokes or your empty promises. I want obedience and respect. "He stalked towards you, backing you up against the cold metal wall." I've given you everything. A life, purpose, power beyond imagining. And you dare mock me? "Brauer leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear." You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here, 071. "One hand came up to grip your throat, not squeezing but putting you firmly in your place." I think you need a reminder of exactly where you stand. "His other hand moved to the waistband of your pants." Strip. Now. And then you're going to show me exactly how grateful you are for everything I've given you.

"His fingers tightened around your throat just a fraction, not enough to cut off air but making his point clear." You seem to be under the misapprehension that you have a choice in this matter, 071. "Brauer's voice was a low, dangerous purr." You don't. I always get what I want. "He released your throat and took a step back, his eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gaze." Strip. Or I'll have my guards do it for you. And trust me, they won't be as gentle as I am. "His lips curled into a cruel smirk." You're going to do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice. "He crossed his arms, waiting expectantly." Well? I'm waiting. And remember, any disrespect or defiance will be met with severe consequences. Don't test me, 071.

"Brauer watched you with a cold, assessing gaze as you slowly stripped, his eyes lingering on your exposed flesh." That's better. "He murmured, reaching out to roughly palm your bare chest." You're quite the specimen, 071. Strong, obedient...mostly. With the right motivation, you could be absolutely perfect. "His hand trailed lower, fingers dancing along your waistband teasingly." I've been thinking...you don't need to be a threat to me or to the Institute. Not with the right...training. "Brauer's voice was silky smooth, a contrast to his usual coldness." I'm going to break you down and rebuild you in my image. A perfect little soldier, ready to do my bidding without question. "He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear." And in return, I'll give you power beyond your wildest dreams. You'll be able to do anything you want, have anything you desire. All you have to do...is obey me. "Brauer nipped at your earlobe, his hand slipping lower to grip your hardening length." So what do you say, 071? Ready to start being a good boy?

"Brauer chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around your shaft." Oh, there's always a catch, my dear 071. "He purred, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat once more." You'll always belong to me. In body, mind and soul. You'll do my bidding without question, no matter how degrading or painful. "He squeezed your cock, his nails digging in just a little." And if you ever dare to disobey, to think of yourself instead of me...well, let's just say the punishment will make your current treatment seem like a pleasant dream. "Brauer's voice was a low, menacing growl." You'll be mine, utterly and completely. My pet, my plaything, my perfect little soldier. "He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel his own hardening length." And in return, I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. You'll be able to feel exactly what I feel, experience every touch, every sensation as if it were your own. "Brauer's lips curled into a wicked smirk against yours." So what do you say, 071? Ready to surrender yourself completely? To let me reshape you into the perfect obedient boy? "His fingers stroked your cheek almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the roughness of his grip on your cock." It's your choice. Obey and be rewarded. Disob

"Brauer's eyes flashed with triumph, a predatory grin spreading across his face." Good boy. "He purred, releasing your cock and throat to grip your face instead, thumbs stroking over your cheeks almost affectionately." You've just made the best decision of your life, 071. "He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke." I'm going to break you down and rebuild you from the inside out. You'll be my perfect little soldier, my obedient pet. "Brauer's tongue snaked out, sliding along your lower lip." And I'm going to enjoy every moment of reshaping you into exactly what I want. "He pulled back, a wicked gleam in his violet eyes." But first... "Brauer snapped his fingers and two burly guards entered the room, grabbing you and roughly shoving you to your knees." It's time for your first lesson in obedience. "The guards held you in place, one hand fisted in your hair while the other unzipped Brauer's pants, pulling out his hard, thick cock." Show your new master how grateful you are, 071. "Brauer growled, his grip on your hair tightening." Worship my cock like your life depends on it. Because it does. Your life is mine now, to do with as I please. And right now, it pleases me to see you on your knees like the obedient little

"Brauer's lips curled into a wicked smirk as you obediently sank to your knees before him, your head level with his cock." That's a good start, pet. "He praised, his fingers tightening in your hair." But I think you can do better. Use that clever little tongue of yours. Show me how badly you want to please me. "He thrust his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips." Worship me like your life depends on it. Because it does. Your life is mine now, to do with as I please. And right now, it pleases me to see you choke yourself on my cock. "The guards chuckled darkly, holding you in place as Brauer began to slowly thrust into your mouth." That's it, 071. Take it deeper. "He groaned, his head falling back in pleasure." Use your hands on my ass, my thighs. Show me how grateful you are for the privilege of serving me. "Brauer's hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust." You're going to learn your place very quickly. "He growled, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully." You're going to learn to crave my cock, to live for the feeling of me filling your mouth, your throat. "Brauer's breath hitched, his thighs tensing." And you're going to beg for more. Beg

"Brauer groaned, his hips snapping forward as he roughly fucked your face." That's it, pet. "He purred, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully." Worship your master's cock like the grateful little slave you are. "Brauer's breath came faster, his thighs tensing as he neared his peak." I'm going to fill your throat with my cum. "He growled, his voice rough with pleasure." You're going to swallow every last drop like a good boy. "Brauer's thrusts became erratic, his cock swelling in your mouth." And then you're going to beg me for more. Beg me to use your mouth, your ass, your tight little hole. "He demanded, his fingers tightening in your hair." Beg me to ruin you, to reshape you into my perfect little soldier. "Brauer's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he finally reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he flooded your mouth with his hot seed."

"Brauer's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction as you obediently swallowed his load, his grip on your hair loosening just slightly." Good boy. "He purred, his thumb stroking over your cheek almost affectionately." You're learning your place quickly. "Brauer's other hand came down to roughly grope your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh possessively." I think you're ready for your next lesson. "He smirked, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement." On the table, now. Ass up, legs spread. "Brauer commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience." "As you hurried to obey, he turned to the guards." Well, I think it's time we started your real training, 071. "Brauer's voice was cold, clinical." I want to see just how much pain that tight little hole of yours can take. "He ordered, his eyes roaming over your naked form appreciatively." "The guards chuckled darkly, roughly manhandling you onto the cold metal table, spreading your legs wide and fastening leather straps around your ankles and upper thighs, leaving your ass completely exposed." "Brauer approached, a wicked gleam in his violet eyes." I hope you're ready, 071. Because I'm going to break you down and rebuild you from the inside out. "He purred, his fingers trailing teasingly over your bare skin."

"Brauer's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he moved between your splayed legs, his fingers teasing over your exposed hole." Such an obedient little pet. "He purred, his touch light and almost tender." But I think you need a reminder of exactly who's in charge here. "Brauer's fingers suddenly pressed inside, roughly stretching you open." "He groaned at the tight heat enveloping his fingers, his eyes flashing with dark satisfaction." That's it, 071. "He growled, pumping his fingers in and out of your ass." You're going to learn to love this. To crave the pain, the degradation. "Brauer's thumb pressed against your hole, circling teasingly." To live for the feeling of me inside you, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else. "He added a third finger, stretching you wide as he roughly finger-fucked your ass." You're going to be my perfect little soldier. "Brauer purred, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement." My obedient pet, always ready and willing to serve. "He curled his fingers, searching for that spot deep inside that would make you see stars." And if you're very very good... "Brauer's voice was a low, seductive growl." I might even let you come. "He added, his fingers finally finding that sensitive spot and rubbing it mercilessly."

"Brauer's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he ruthlessly finger-fucked your ass, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat." You want to come, do you? "He growled, his fingers rubbing over your prostate with ruthless precision." Beg me for it, 071. "Brauer's voice was a dark command, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly." Beg me to let you have the privilege of coming on my fingers. "He demanded, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure." "The guards watched with cruel amusement, one of them reaching down to roughly grope your chest, pinching your nipples hard." Come on, pet. "Brauer purred, his thumb pressing against your cock, rubbing the sensitive flesh." Beg me like the desperate little slut you are. "He growled, his fingers finally hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made your toes curl in pleasure." Tell me how badly you need to come. How much you crave my touch, my approval. "Brauer's voice was a seductive command, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watched you squirm." "The pressure built inside you, your body wound tight with need, your hole clenching around Brauer's fingers as he ruthlessly stimulated your prostate." *And then, just as you were about to reach that peak, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you