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The day had finally come, much to little Lonny’s anxiety. The day he had been dreading for months and months as the date crept inexorably closer to him: Performance Review Day.

Lonny knew it was going to be bad because, well, he wasn’t very good for his job and now as he approached Miss Fields’ office his stomach was in his shoes and the lump in his throat threatened to choke him. Adrenaline welled in his heart and coursed through his veins making him hyper aware of each sensation. His tie too tight about his long slender neck or the swish of his big thighs against one another in his far-too-tight slacks. Even his long Loppuny ears which he thought always framed his boyish face elegantly now felt too long and too annoying like giant arrows pointing ever down at him saying ‘Look at this guy, HE SUCKS!’.

He approached Miss Fields’ office door, a huge dark thing made of mahogany. Imposing and stern. Just like Fields. He knocked twice and waited to be summoned inside. Those seconds felt like millenia and he instantly recalled why he was in this situation to begin with.

2 years ago Lonny had been hired by JoyCorp as a ‘Delegate Accountant’ being exceptional at maths and possessing a strikingly good memory he had passed all of their written tests and got the job despite underperforming at the interview. The Job title and role were new to him and it was explained clearly, of briefly that his roll was very to account, verify and audit all ingoing and outgoings for all arms of JoyCorp but that being ‘Delegate’ he was not privileged with company secrets and as such did not know where any of the money was coming from or where it was going. His red sheets had items like 

Q1/2 Div TKLHLL: £18,000,000, 

Or

Procurement 10×3 SBJCT / £50,000 x 30 for Client ‘**** *****’ Pro Session X Rate 5.58% + Takeaway Fee: £3,586,400.

The sums were huge and the outgoings were simply to replenish whatever stock was being taken on occasion by their clientele. JoyCorp styled itself as a ‘Luxury Experience Provider’ but Lonny had never exactly seen whatever products or productions they made. Which wasnt unreasonable many elite companies operated like.thos to protect their clients interests and privacy. But if Lonny had to guess it was something to do with sex, maybe even prostitution. He didn’t mind being an open minded guy and all.

What had made his head turn was the ‘Runaway’ Incident.

About 3 months ago Lonny had come into work as normal and gone about his daily duties of calculated expense and profit when an alarm he’d never heard before began to blast throughout the massive office skyscraper that was JoyCorp headquarters. The klaxon blared ceaselessly while the words

‘Experimental Division Breach, Long Term Contractor unaccounted for. Please remain in your offices. Do not engage, This is not a drill’

Lonny thought that very suspicious. He didn’t know the company had ‘Long Term Contractors’ for what purpose? And what’s more, what did it mean by unaccounted for. Why would you need a siren for a builder going on break?

He let his doubts sleep and tried to get on with his work but the siren did not cease. For 40 minutes it blared on and on all the while Lonny felt himself needing to use the bathroom.

“Oh hell, they won’t mind if I use the loo surely?”

And so he got up, without telling his supervisor and walked to the loos by the fire escape stairwell.

Apart from the siren all was quiet which was eerie. His floor was usually a bit of a hive of activity. Non plussed he entered the men’s bathroom. Turning the corner of the marbled wall he heard an odd panting, scuffling noise coming from one of the loos.

‘Someone’s having a bad day’

He laughed to himself. But as soon as whoever was in the stall heard Lonny’s footsteps it fell dead silent.

Well now Lonny’s interest was piqued, he knew guys who would bunk off work to play phone games on company time. Some guys even brought in laptops. He thought he’d give them a good natured scare and bang on the door.

He approached and gave the door a sharp rap with his knuckles

“NO GAMING ON COMPANY TI-“

The door flew open with his sharp strike revealing a surreal scene.

Squatting on top of the closed toilet lid was a young woman wearing what appeared to be some kind of medical or fetish wear.

She was barefoot and rabbitform like himself, long legs with strong calves and huge thighs terminated at wide hips with a tight waist above. Her legs and feet were bare but her torso and arms were wrapped tightly in a deep black leather strait jacket with a 4 by 4 strap design over the trapped arms and one thick strap diving deep between her legs splitting her wide, lewdly. She seemed to be wearing a shiny leotard beneath this which was also black. The straitjacket ended with a thick black collar about her neck with white text in a military font reading

No. 1288 / SNSDEP / ORGDNL / Contract: PERM.

As he read it he noticed a thick leather blindfold lying loose around her neck as were a pair of headphones secured by a strap to her collar. He looked at the face. Mouth covered in drool and jaw forced open by a massive red rubber ballgag.

She looked at Lonny eyes wild and teary, begging him for… what, help, release?

But to Lonny in that moment she looked utterly insane, even dangerous.

“Um im gonna get someone to help you just stay out”

But she didn’t like that

“NHHHHH PLSHHHH MHMM PLSHHH HLPHH MHHH!”

She was desperate, utterly desperate but Lonny just wasn’t the right person for this. Maybe she had escaped from a local insane asylum. What if she got loose and stabbed him or something.

And so, in a very cowardly manner Lonny backed away silently.

The poor woman moved to him meekly

“Plshhh, Plshh hllph mhh, plshh…”

Her heavy breasts bounced even under the thick straitjacket and her taught legs told lonny that she must have a shapely rear.

‘Don’t think that, she might be some crazy nympho she’s trying to persuade you. Just get security and leg it’

And so he legged it to the nearest internal telephone whilst behind him he heard her wretched gagged cries

“NHHH PLSHH NHHH AH CHHN GH BHHK PLSH AH CHN DH IH AHNE MHHR-“

Her voice grew quieter as he ran away until he bumped into a squad of massive guys wielding what must have been tranq guns and shock batons.

Lonny just gapped at them

“She’s in there I think she’s dangerous”

They didn’t even look at him. The leader of the squad nodded and spoke in a synthesized low tone modulated by his helmet

“Return to your workspace, do not move until ordered to do so.”

Lonny did what he always did, he nodded and did as he was told.

The siren ended only 5 minutes later. There was a company wide teams meeting explaining the incident as ‘A Publicity Stunt by a rival firm’ but that didn’t track with Lonny at all. He stroked his ears thinking back to that woman. Her fetishy garb, beautiful body and the utter fear of being caught..

That was 3 months ago and since then his work had suffered. He just couldn’t focus on his anonymised accounting knowing that he might be aiding and abetting something darker than plain old prostitution. Who was that woman and why was she called a Contractor? Did she work for the company, what possible service could she give restrained as she was? What did the words on her collar mean? Lonny had typed them into google and got corrected to ‘Sensory Deprivation’ and ‘Orgasm Denial’ but being on a company computer he closed down the tab and wiped his history immediately.

And so he had gone on his misgivings growing deeper and deeper wondering what fate he had condemned the ‘runaway’ to. His work was now so sloppy he was being called in to work weekends to make up time. This performance review would probably see him fired, but he needed this job. If he could only get an explanation…

“Come In Mr Latch”

Lonny awoke from his anxiety daze and stepped into the lion’s den, literally.

He entered and stood before his Boss Angeline Fields. A lioness with permanent scowl and a marvelous body. She was tall at 6ft all told a foot taller than Lonny. She wore what Lonny thought was rather dated officer garb. Tight white blouse with black bra visible beneath. Red high heels and a tight black pencil skirt with stockings and garterbelt beneath easily visible in the outline of the totally tight skirt and her huge thighs. She wore a simple black choker, the only clue of her obsession with emo music which she had confided in Lonny at a drunken work do..

She smiled at him, the permanent scowl receding as it did very rarely as far as Lonny was concerned.

“Good to see you Lonny, You’re looking nice today! Please have a seat, please sign this attendance sheet before we begin.”

Lonny smiled hoping his cheeks didn’t turn red. He scribbled his name on a loose sheet that was partially buried by other documents. Angeline gave him a simple nod, she seemed to always reserve a secret smile for him and she always complimented him. In truth, Lonny was terribly attracted to her…

“Yes Miss Fields, good to see you too Miss Fields.”

“I suppose you know why were here today, its performance review time”

As he sat Lonny noticed her blouse was a button more undone than usually the valley of her ample cleavage on full display as she leaned on the desk to read Lonny’s file.

“We’re nearing the end of your second year with us at JoyCorp and I have to say until this point the company has considered you an exemplary employee and a real benefit to morale here.”

Lonny was waiting for the ball to drop

“However-“

There it was

“Since about 3 months ago I’ve been tracking a sharp decline in your output as well as a bit of a swing in your mood, I don’t think you’d disagree with this assessment would you?”

“No ma’am”

“Good, well it’s obvious to me at least that this deficit coincides with the publicity stunt a few months ago. I understand you ran into that paid actor in the men’s loos?”

“Yes ma’am but I dont believe-“

She raised her hand and her smile faded for a moment, the old stern expression telling him not to interrupt.

“Leadership has asked us all not to talk about the incident. But not to worry dear, I have a solution that should help you clear your mind, but I’d have to let you in on a little secret. Can I trust you Lonny?”

Lonny raised his eyebrows, as she spoke Angeline squeezed her elbows together pushing out her breasts for his benefit.

“Well yes I- Yes you can trust me ma’am”

She smiled wanly

“Good boy”

She readjusted, leaning back and pushing her chair out. She crossed her long legs causing her skirt to ride up revealing the lacy black stockings and the ends for her garter belts.

“Truth be told, you’re right to have suspicions, being in a privileged position I can tell you that the incident you witnessed was not a publicity stunt. That woman actually works for the company and has for many years.”

She took a pause to drink her water and motioned Lonny to do the same with his, he did so, it tasted sweet.

“You know that JoyCorp specialises in luxury entertainment. For the sake of our customers we keep the nature of this entertainment secret but I can tell you we focus of semi-sexual kink and kink adjacent experiences”

Lommy had suspected this for a while. Prostitution was illegal if possible via some legal loopholes but a massive business like JoyCorp couldn’t have been an escort service.

“I won’t go into detail but that woman you saw was one of our long term testers that work down in R&D, you might have noticed the extra set of elevators in the lobby that are access card controlled. These go to our basement floors where they do all their work. Now this lady had been testing out one of our more… demanding experiences a scenario where she is kept for a longer than usual period in peace and quiet with occasional ‘stimulation.’-“

So far Lonny couldn’t find anything to disagree with, but didn’t it seem like Angeline was being a bit evasive with her language?

“The poor dear got scared, maybe a bit of claustrophobia and believed that the scenario was real and so tried to ‘escape’ as it were. But don’t worry, she’s been given the very best treatment to make sure that type of incident never, ever happens again. She has been moved to our leisure department where she’s currently participating in a very long-term pharmacological stress relief study. At double the pay mind you!”

That didn’t seem so bad to Lonny.

“Well I’m surprised she didn’t quit.”

Angeline laughed

“Oh well she did think about it, she expressed her opinions vividly-. I can’t tell you how bad we felt about the situation but negotiations were short and we managed to keep her with the company indefinitely, mind you. We are making sure she is completely satisfied. After all, we look after our own, Lonny.”

She leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder, kind and warm. Lonny flushed, yeah he had a major crush on his Boss, you would too!

“Which moves me nicely on to our next topic. If you’re satisfied with my explanation the company would like to offer you a new position.”

Now that caught him in the gut. A promotion? Or maybe a reshuffle?

“Sorry ma’am but admittedly my performance has been poor, I can’t accept a new position in good faith. There are others more deserving, hell, I thought you were going to let me go”

Angeline smiled at him oddly as if that is exactly what the plan had been, but she had changed something, advocated for him at meetings or called some favours, something.

“Oh don’t be silly. You had a traumatic experience and we didn’t tend to your welfare correctly. That’s on us. As for the role; we are offering it to you because we believe you are uniquely qualified. I’ll admit I’ve been a bit of a cheerleader for you with my bosses and I can be quite persuasive”

Lonny could believe that. And he could imagine her as a cheerleader too…

“Okay well, I can’t thank you enough ma’am that’s really very kind. Can you tell me about the new role a bit?”

“Let me give you a brief overview then, Mr Latch.”

She cleared her throat, plump lips pressing together then replenished glistening with malice.

“We have an opening in our Prototyping Division. Specifically the Company wants to explore ways we can expand our customer base to include demographics with less disposable income. At the same time we refuse to compromise on quality of experience. But we aim to be far more accessible and save on expenses by using autonomous units that need only the bare minimum of maintenance.”

Lonny stared at her blankly. The words were all English but meant little to him. Angelline let out a giggle

“That’s what a lot of Corpo speak just to say this: We want to make arcade machines and place them in late night bars, clubs and arcades.”

“Oh I see!” Lonny nodded with comprehension “I didn’t know the company made Video Games of any kind.”

“We don’t” Angelline said sharply “This project will be much like our usual offerings. Which-”

She leaned forward and poked a pen at Lonny’s nose

“Is where you come where you come in actually!.”

She made that odd predatory smile once again. Lonny perceived dimly that there was something here Angelline found amusing, some private joke he wasn’t privy to.

“But I’m an accountant, I don’t see how-”

Angelling put up a silencing finger

“Ah ah let me finish Mr Latch”

She leaned back, steepling her fingers

“With a LOT of nudging on my part the Company has decided that you possess the exact qualities we require in a long term Test Subject.”

The term ‘Test Subject’  sent a shiver down Lonny’s spine, images of that terrified woman covered in rubber and yet exposed, trapped in layers of unrelenting bonds and a face of utmost fright flashed across his mind’s eye.

“No way-” he chuckled humourlessly “You can’t mean you want me to wear that weird stuff like the crazy lady?!”

Angelline’s smile grew three sizes, canines bared in anticipation.

“Of course we mean it. You’ve got a great body; cute face, twinky proportions but not too fem, a great ass and not a bad package…”

Angelline summed him up like a cow at market whilst Lonny’s face turned radish red

“Now h-hold on I hardly think it’s appropriate to-”

Lonny began to rise from his chair, embarrassed and indigent at the breach in workplace protocol. As he stood he felt his knees crumple beneath him and he stumbled awkwardly back into the chair, his legs like jelly.

“I will be happy to record your feedback for training purposes- but the decision has already been made. As a matter of fact you already signed the contract~”

The cold seep of dread overtook Lonny as Angelline slowly raised the attendance sheet and removed her thumb to reveal the title of the document

‘Waiver of Liability/Consent Change in Perpetuity’

“N-no, I d-didn’t-”

Angelline laughed aloud finally letting the mask slip.

“That’s right little idiot, you just signed your whole life away for the grand sum of absolutely nothing. You’ve got a whole year of the most intense R & D program we’ve ever devised and there’s not a thing you can do about it. The whole reason we have a space free is because the last boy went utterly insane!”

Her laugh grew even as she spoke a kind of mad giddiness taking over as her words seeped into Lonny like venom.

Lonny gathered himself to protest, surely this couldn’t be happening.

“You can’t! I don’t consent. Any contract can be made void after the fact. You don’t have a leg to stand on, you-”

“Yes yes-” she waved a hand dismissively “”But If you had read the contract you’d know that 1. The footprint of this office occupies old embassy land granted to us by the Sovereign Republic of Nauru. And 2. We pay the Narui parliament handsomely to make all contracts permanently binding. So, I’m afraid, your consent or compliance are simply irrelevant, legally speaking of course.”

Lonny tried to take it all in, to quantify just how fucked he really was but he was just so, so tired. He slumped back into his chair breathing heavily as his eyelids fluttered.

“Have another sip of water dear, you seem flustered~”

“Water…”

The words came out slurred and stupid. Angelline smirked.

“Finally, I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to get you transferred. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at me, little perv. It’s a good thing you’re cute or I’d just have them put you in storage and delete the record. No , that’d be a waste.”

She rose from her desk and smoothed out her tight skirt over her thighs. Her heels stomped softly against the burgundy carpet , tolling just for Lonny

“So, Bunny Boy, here’s what’s gonna happen: In a few moments you’ll fall into a lovely dreamless sleep. I’ll have the guards move you to R&D, your new home for the foreseeable. I’ve taken the liberty of preparing excuses for your family and friends using voice synthesis from phone conversations at your desk.”

She tapped her chin trying to recall.

“I think we’re telling them you got offered a position abroad, in Mongolia or somewhere like that? A nice remote place where you couldn’t be contacted or visited and yet we’d be paying you over six figures. You sound so sweet in the recording, so excited for your bright future!”

She pinched Lonny’s cheek whilst he lolled his head loosely, the muscles refusing to respond to his brain’s commands.

“Oh you won’t be paid by the way.”

Angelline flicked his nose mockingly.

“Since we’ll be giving you full accomodation and board I think that’s only fair~”

She suddenly grabbed the arms of his wheely chair and plunged her head down to his ear. Her soft lips only millimetres from his skin, her breath was hot and sweet like honey and yet thick as diesel.

“I’m going to personally make sure that every day of the rest of your sad life is absolute hell for you. You’re JoyCorp property, MY property now bitch!”

She kissed his cheek leaving a dark red lipstick stain and pushed him away by the chest so that his chair was sent rolling toward the door. Lonny merely slumped as with the inertia. His mind conscious but his body inert whilst Angelline dialed security.

“Hello- This is Miss Fields up in Accounting- I have a transfer between divisions scheduled- Yes- Yes he’s signed the waiver, I’ll fax a copy later. Yes- Yes- Thank you, see you in a few minutes.”

Angelline looked up at the beautiful young man before her, now fast asleep. She walked over and stroked his hair away from his face.

“Sweet dreams bunny, This is the last peaceful sleep you’ll ever have. I guarantee it~

MUCH LATER

Lonny awoke slowly with great torpor. His whole body ached from toes to nose. He noticed oddly that he was sitting upright- or kneeling? had he fallen asleep at his desk? Fields would kill him for that-

But…

Wait-

Hadn’t there been something about Fields and a performance review Lonny had been dreading? 

He just couldn’t seem to remember.

He had to wake up and just, hope, no one had had caught him sleeping, he tried to yawn and stretch his arms but-

That’s odd… My arms won’t move.

He opened his eyes and was dazzled by stunningly bright fluorescent light. Then it hit him like a truck

Oh no- no no NO!

He looked down seeing his own tight flat stomach made shiny by a restrictive layer of impenetrable black latex. His eyes travelled down further to land on his massive bulge, ridiculously bulbous  in a glistening ball of orange rubber. A padlock symbol on the front. His legs were trapped in that same orange material, apart from his feet. He tried to shrug his shoulders and move his arms only to realise they were secured behind his back in a reverse hug like a backwards straitjacket.

Lonny reacted suddenly to a noise somewhat ahead of him and snapped his head up only to be confronted by his own reflection in glass barely a foot from his face. He saw soft plush padding surrounding him on all sides in that ‘rubber room’ style. Metal restraints were secured to his thighs, waist and neck. Lonny guessed his ankles were trapped too as he couldn’t move his legs in the slightest and when he wiggled his toes he felt odd rubbery points like blunt needles just millimetres from his soles and toe pads.

The young bunny’s rising panic was interrupted by the Click Clack! Of heels on tile, he knew at once it was Angelline. His boss, his captor…

The tall Lioness was resplendent in black and burgundy cloth and leather her long legs on full display beneath an even shorter skirt and her blouse replaced with a tiny open jacket with a huge plunge of cleavage held by a tight white shirt, her lacy red bra peering above the shirt seam, teasing.

She approached him from the side of the room beyond the glass, framed by the small space Lonny was trapped within. Angelline’s head was at chest height telling Lonny he was elevated somewhat in his odd prison cell.

Lonny’s beautiful boss was wearing the same evil grin from their last meeting, words dripped from her tongue like tar.

“Ahhh awake at long last Mr Latch- or, should I say: BB011- the ‘BB’ stands for ‘Bunny Boy’, isn’t that cute? Such a fitting new identity for you~”

Angelline fawned over him like a girl with a brand new unicorn, sparkles and all. But Lonny was having none of it.

“Don’t mess me about Angelline, get me the hell out of here before I sue the life out of you!”

“Or what?”

She suddenly became serious and cold.

“There’s nothing you can do. You’re nothing more than Company Property now. A toy in testing, here let me give you a demonstration.”

Angelline pulled a small remote from her jacket pocket and clicked the first of three small buttons, this one had what appeared to be a ‘wifi’ symbol on it.

Sudden deep rumbling seemed to emanate from Lonny himself. He looked down at his big bulge watching it vibrate rapidly as achingly good sensations were forcefully pulsed into his trapped member from every direction.

He could feel his considerable length stuck in a squishy hot rubber sheath. The crapped space was spiked with silicone and didn’t allow him to grow fully erect but rather just throb and throb helplessly which felt at once achingly good and utterly unbearable.

But maybe he could have handled that- If it weren’t for the second source of stimulation.

Lonny’s tight ass was plugged deep and full with what felt like an arms length of silicone. He was no stranger to putting stuff up there of course. But the object currently splitting him in two was way, way beyond his skill level.

And then it came to life.

A deep, powerful Thrum Thrum Thrum pulsed through his guts and pounded his prostate. Lonny’s eyes rolled back into his head. He arched his back and his head drooped staring mindlessly at the padded ceiling as his slack jawed mouth began to quiver, releasing a silent scream.

“Wowie, you look totally delightful my dear, feeling a tad overwhelmed are we?”

Angelline’s mocking taunts spurred Lonny to focus. He tried, really really tried to cope with the powerful vibrations that were even now flooding his brain with flash floods of trojan dopamine. He fixed his ‘Boss’ with a defiant look of iron.

She chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand politely.

“Oh dear, dear dear dear~”

Angelline came closer to the compartment and pressed herself against the glass. Her huge breasts flattened into huge circles.

“Like I was saying, there’s not a thing you can do about your current predicament BB. I am very impressed by the ‘Stoic unbothered’ act but, believe me when I say: you are well and truly FUCKED.”

She placed extra stinging emphasis on the final word, it was a statement not a threat. At the very same time she raised the remote to the glass tilting the face so that Lonny could see the buttons clearly.

“I think we need to break you into all your new functions as our current Product Prototype. From now on this is your whole world, after all.”

She pressed the ‘vibe’ button twice in quick succession causing the vibrations to double in speed and intensity.

The jolt of increased vigour made the young man gasp and buck in his restraints. He humped rapidly, involuntarily at the glass making a soft thumping noise as his thick nullbulge punched the uncaring glass. Pumping for a release that was never going to arrive.

Angelline merely laughed at the pathetic display

“Ohoho, let’s add something new to the mix, I’m sure you’ll find this stimulating”

She pressed the second button on the remote, this one had a lightning bolt symbol. At first nothing seemed to happen and the now sweating, panting Bunny began to believe that the vibrations were decreasing and he was safe but-

ZZZzzapp!!!

“GRRRAAAAAHHH!”

A horrid shock lanced into Lonny from the collar fixed tight to his neck. His body began to spasm involuntarily, his eyes widened and splayed stupidly as his jaw went taught, teeth chattering.

Rather than a quick buzz this shock was prolonged for a full 5 seconds. Lonny began to weep somewhere in the third second. And then he was suddenly released from the agony. He hung limply in his bindings, damp hair once bouncy blonde and beautiful now clung wet to his face, drenched in sweat.

As if from a long distance Lonny could hear Angelline purring.

“Shocking, isn’t it?” she tittered “But it’s not all doom and gloom little Bunbun, we can make you smile too!”

Lonny barely registered the words, his brain still rebooting from the electric shocks. He watched without comprehension as Angelline raised her finger high above the remote and, with pantomime theatricality, solely plunged her finger onto a button with the image of a feather on its face.

A quiet whirring alerted the exhausted young man to the movement of machinery somewhere behind and below him. Servos and gears adjusted and calibrated themselves as Lonny felt the soft exploratory pokes of tiny silicone tips against the soles of his feet. He instinctively tried to move away but found that not only were his feet secured by the ankle restraints but that every single toe had been collared and secured individually.

Lonny realised much too late exactly what was about to happen.

“Oh no no no NOOO- AAAHHHHHHH HA HAH HAAAAH!”

At once hundreds of the tiny intruders began to viciously poke, prod, stroke and scratch the poor bunny’s bare feet. Each group of tips were assigned to different sectors of torment: Ankle-line, Ball of Foot, Arches, Soles, Toe-Pads and Toe-Gaps. They divided the labour asymmetrically so that Lonny simply had no way of growing used to a pattern or predicting what might come next.

“PHAAA HA HA HAAAA!!!-” 

The little machines clicked and snapped with absolute efficiency and optimal efficacy, ensuring their subject experienced maximum podal stimulation. 

“STAAAH-AAH-AAHP PHLEEESH STAH-AHP!!”

Too say the machines were ignoring his pleas were not exactly true. As a matter of fact this system took in constant user feedback through various bio-monitors and, yes, microphones. They currently read that the subject seemed to be especially enjoying their stimulation due to being especially sensitive to the Toe Gaps. Plus the user was still able to make intelligible speech so: The system had to redouble its efforts on stimulating the toe gaps until that speech became garbled nonsense. All this to satisfy its subject and its own programming to calculated perfection.

“WAH? NOH- NAH THA TOH OH OHHS! AAAH- AAAAAAAH!!”

The unbearable stimulus of being tickled in all his most sensitive spots combined with the absolute restriction of his bonds made Lonny frightfully aware of just how strict his confinement was. A loathsome mix of claustrophobia and mind-breaking over-stimulation, his mind and mouth found themselves in complete synchronicity; both screaming, begging, praying for relief!

“AHAHAHA AHH AH NU- NUHH AHAHAH!-”

He laughed and laughed and laughed as his sputtering hot breath began to steam up the cramped compartment. Sweat ran in streams down his sodden fur and slicked his latex bodysuit until it shone with a mirror finish as if he’s just gotten inside from the rain. All the while Angelline watched with deep interest and quiet satisfaction.

“God… you look so good right now. You’re gonna make us SO much money~”

Finally, with real hesitation, Angelline lifted her finger from the tickle button and, at last, Lonny was released from the tickle torture. He dangled there weakly as his body twitched. Drool leaked from his mouth as his head drooped and all Lonny could see was the soaked floor sodden with spit and sweat beneath the slow, needy throb of his bulge.

Angelline tapped on the glass sharply, withdrawing Lonny from his stupor.

“Listen up little idiot. You’ve got a year’s worth of testing lined up so here’s how it’s gonna go-”

She removed a clipboard from a table beside the compartment and began to read off the contents of the memo. As she spoke the Lioness’ free hand rested gently on the ‘V’ of her shirt. She sent a finger diving into the valley of her cleavage and gripped her bra. She began to absent-mindedly bounce her bug bust up and down, up and down. Lonny couldn’t help but watch; so addled and so exhausted by the last 5 minutes. He exhaled a horny puff of breath as his hips began to hump slowly at first then faster. All the while oblivious to whatever Angelline was saying to him. He just saw the Bounce, bounce, bounce.

This was by design of course. If Lonny had been listening this is what he would have heard:

“First up we’ll be upgrading the user interface so the buttons become part of an ‘Arcade Cabinet’ with you at the centre of course. We have a few artists cooking up cute little Chibi versions of you at decorate the marquee”

~Bounce, bounce, bounce.

“After that we’ll get you set up in the R & D’s breakroom. It’s a good way to measure engagement and get user feedback so we can make any fixes or improvements before public release.”

~Bounce, bounce.

“So all in all that’s a 13 month testing period with an indefinite contract extension unless you say otherwise in the next five seconds.”

~Bounce.

“Five, four, three.”

~Bounce.

“Two, one…”

~Bounce.

“Zero.”

At once Angelline stopped playing with her chest and used the same finger to rap on the glass at eye level drawing Lonny’s attention up to her eyes.

“Earth to perv! You just missed your last chance of ever getting out of here.”

Lonny stared at her blankly. His face slowly played out the tragedy of emotions from confusion to realisation to cold stark dread.

“Wait no- I didn’t-”

Angelling placed the remote flat on her palm, ignoring Lonny.

“Bye Bye Lonny, you’ll see me in, oh, six months…”

WIth slow precision Angellin collapsed her fingers over her palm and squeezed her hand tight into a fist activating all three buttons at once. She walked away to the sound of the young man behind her consumed by lust, pain and misery all wrapped up in one marvellous chorus.

She kept her fist clenched long after she could no longer hear him.

From then on she kept the remote in her desk drawer, spamming the buttons whenever she grew bored, content that somewhere in this labyrinthine corporate tower Lonny was suffering, just for her.

6 MONTHS LATER

Under the harsh beams of fluorescent lights in the dingy R&D breakroom stood a well-loved arcade machine. Its marquee facade was lovingly adorned with intricate patterns of orange, black, brown and gold flying this way and that in playful circus motifs all wrapped by a border of cream.

Atop the machine stood a sign that proudly named the device as ‘The Edge-A-Tron 6,000’ nevermind the fact that it did far more that ‘Edge’ or that it was, indeed, the only machine of its kind rather than the sixth-thousandth. But that was soon to change.

Lower down the Marquee advertisements and quotes were crammed into every free space

“Give him your best shot!”

“10/10 Would edge again!”

“Shockingly fun!”

And so on and so forth.

Below this on a large centre console wedge sat huge buttons, all now well worn. A relief in each button described their effect: Vibe, Shock, Tickle.

Above each of these buttons was a chibi style depiction of the exact effect these inputs would have on the ‘entertainer’ within: A Bunny with eyes rolled back and tongue lolling in a typical ‘Ahegao’ expression with vibration lines emanating from his stupidly large bulge. Next a comical of a Bunny being zapped, his skeleton visible with bolts of lightning arcing outward. Finally a Bunny laughing wildly, tears streaming from his face as farcically large feathers brushed his big feet, action lines representing his rapid shaking to and throw.

In the middle of the machine and taking up two thirds of its face was the triple layered bullet proof glass behind which the ‘entertainer’ was kept, safe and sound.

After six months of constant usage, loyal patrons who frequented the breakroom had begun to adorn their beloved machine with encouraging advice and warm epithets. In reality the workers in R&D had graffiti’d all over it until the occupant himself was partially obscured.

“Vibe til he cries!!!”

“Block the vent, make him sweat.”

“Times edged: IIII IIII IIII IIII II~ lost count soz!”

And so on until today where nearly the full transparency was occupied in some way by permanent marker.

Finally the main attraction, behind the litany of pen based doodles. There kneeled the poor pathetic toy that had once been called ‘Lonny’. Today, as yesterday, he was a shell of a person. He had remained conscious and lucid for much of the first 2 months despite the near constant stimulation. At least he had a break on weekends and night times. He began to cope with his new life.

Workers would come and go for 10 to 30 minutes at a time here and there. Lonny was very popular at first and many would have a go edging him a bit or laughing together as they tickled him. Most stayed away from shocking him too much, seeing it as overly cruel. All apart from one.

Somewhere around month 1 ½ an intern began to appear in the breakroom: Shy small and cute as a button he was similar in looks to lonny but foxlike where he was lupine and femboyish where he was twinkish.

At first the little fox boy just looked on as others played the Edge-A-Tron, he never went on his phone or spoke to others. He just sat and stared at Lonny.

Then, one night, long after everyone had gone home, the Intern had shown up while Lonny was sleeping. The shy fox tapped gently on the glass, delicately waking the young bunny up from his well deserved rest. For a moment Lonny thought he was about to be saved but then he said:

“Sorry about this.”

And Lonny watched as the Intern held up a roll of duct tape for the captive rabbit to see. He measured out a length precisely and then carefully cut it free with his teeth. Lonny saw the fox’s canines then and understood that he was now in serious trouble.

With the care of one exchanging nuclear fuel rods the Intern placed the tape against the ‘vibe’ button. He made sure the seal was good and firm before holding the button down and securing the hanging ends to the console itself, fixing the button in place.

By this point you might think Lonny had gotten used to the vibrations but, unfortunately for the poor Bunny Boy it was just as frustratingly sweet as ever.

Lonny moaned weakly, exhausted and quietly begging him to stop

The Intern just stood still and gazed hungrily. An hour passed by- far longer than Lonny had ever coped with continuous stimulation before. By the end of the hour he was being denied climax every few seconds.

But it wasn’t enough for the Intern.

The young fox pulled another length of tape and ripped it free. He did so with a slow relish making sure Lonny could see precisely what he was doing, what he was about to do. With great care he attached the tape to the ‘tickle’ button and, as before, pushed it in and secured it fixed into place.

If Lonny had not yet become used to the edging he was ever more vulnerable to the tickling. Each successive tickle session seemed to make his feet that much more sensitive and the on-board computer grew that much more effective with every data point gathered making sure each new session was unlike the last.

Lonny just shook his head ‘no’ in abject misery as he screamed and howled his brains out as the hive of prods began to assault him with pin point perfection. Tickling him as if it were a science.

Another hour passed and all the while the fox just stood there with that same eager delight behind an emotionless face and dead eyes,

Never before had Lonny needed to survive 10 mins of tickling let alone a full hour. By the end of the sixtieth minute he was gasping silent screams as his chest heaved and collapsed rapidly, failing in earnest to supply oxygen to his muddled mind.

Lonny looked down amidst his torment and saw that an unsettling smile had emerged on the Intern’s unreadable face. The poor bunny was just aware enough to perceive its silent warning.

We both know what happens next

With yet another theatrical rip and tear the Intern produced the final length of tape, he presented it to Lonny, making absolutely sure he saw every detail.

Lonny was already so weak and so so tired. He shook his head desperately ‘No, please no, don’t’ but they both knew that this was going to happen.

The intern laid the tape against the ‘shock’ button and, with horrid delay, began to ever so slowly push the button down.

The shock was so sudden and sharp that Lonny did not get to see the Intern secure the button down but as time lurched inexorably on, in his own private hell, the endless skirmish of electricity told him it must be stuck down.

‘Ow…’

He thought stupidly

I would like to say that his mind went blank but that is not how the mind works, not at all. Rather: Lonny felt every single bit of his three tortures from first to last as if they were all brand new to him. Each sensation feels not additive but multiplicative as the machinery of his nervous system worked overtime to ensure his brain remained trapped in the recursive feedback loop of total sensory input aware of any and all stimulus.

Hour turned to hour and as ever the fox stood there and stared

On and on it went.

After eternity had passed and Lonny had fainted only to be shocked back to lucidity, no less than twenty times, the Intern finally made a move toward the arcade machine. He carefully removed the tape strips one by one in reverse order of application, not hurrying and making sure not to leave residue.

When at last the torment was done Lonny laid shaking in a puddle of his own sweat, spittle and tears. He twitched now and then as if still being shocked.

The intern tapped gently on the glass as before and waved goodbye with a sweet smile on his cute face.

“Thank you! Same time tomorrow okay?~”

And so he left without another word.

From then on the Fox Intern had kept to his word and visited Lonny every single night. Sometimes the evil cutie would only stick down a single button or a combination of two. but usually he would stick down all three, pull up a chair and watch Lonny with absolute focus whilst the captive bunny screamed, cried, gasped and shuddered in endless sequence.

That had been Lonny’s life for the past 4 months. He found some refuge in the days where the now bored workers barely paid him much mind. But he was far along the slow drift toward total ego death, his whole body was now a nerve ending set to receive whatever punishment was due that day. Nothing more or less.

About a week ago the nightly visits had ceased as suddenly as they had begun but Lonny didn’t notice. His ability to keep time had long since vanished. There were now only times of stimulation and those without.

A familiar Click Clack of heels alerted Lonny that quiet time was probably about to end. He lifted his head and gazed out in quiet trepidation between lengths of overgrown sweat sodden hair, past condensation covered glass with near black-out pen markings.

A woman he once knew the name of strode into view, smart as a tack with hips a-sway.

“Ah there you are, how’s my favourite product doing?”

Lonny still understood most words but his mouth had forgotten how to make the shapes in order to reply.

“Mmm… ah…?”

Angelline laughed bodily

“Ooh you poor little thing, looks like your brain got turned to goop hey?”

She tapped loudly on the glass

“Truth be told I know all about our mutual friend the Freaky Fox. As a matter of fact, I had him transferred to this division just for you! JoyCorp and I are very grateful for your arduous ‘stress-testing’. Rest assured all future models will have built in fail safes and time limits on interactions so that we can avoid your, umm current situation”

She waved her pen up and down his body: a weak broken thing, quivering and made meagre by months of ‘exercise’. His feet puffy and sensitive, his face haggard and tear stained.

“Im pleased to inform you that you’ve performed above all expectations and am delighted, therefore, to declare your contract permanently extended, sound good?”

Lonny shook his head weakly

“Nnuuh… nooh…”

“Good, good, your opinion is irrelevant of course, now-”

Angelline went back to her old trick, unbuttoning her blouse with both hands before moving to cup her breasts, she lifted them and squeezed them together for Lonny’s benefit.

“Here’s the best part cutie, so pay attention-”

~Bounce, bounce.

“JoyCorp has decided that your model is too worn out to be part of product launch and as such you will be retired from R&D and moved to accounting, my office to be precise.”

She lurched toward the arcade machine and pressed her chest against the glass. She slammed down the ‘vibe’ button as her hot breath fogged up the space between them

“That’s righttt~”

She purred

“You’re gonna be all mine from now on and I’m gonna play with you, all, day, long!”

She slapped the glass in time with her words striking their menace deep into Lonny’s heart, she laughed with girlish glee.

“Aha if you thought the Intern was bad just wait until I get you set up. I think you’ve been missing visual stimulation so you’re gonna help me try on bras, lingerie, bikinis. I’ll even play you porn on loop at night all the while stuck in your box unable to cum like a stupid little denied slut!”

“Nuh! Nuh!”

“Ah ah ah…”

She peeled away from the glass wagging her finger reproachfully.

“Save all that sweet sweet begging for later, not that it’ll do you any good.”

She looked at her watch and smiled

“Well how time flies! The movers will be here any second. Make sure to say hello to your replacement on the way out.”

And just like that Angelline was on her merry way, buttoning up her blouse as she click clacked away

“See you soon sweetie!”

A few moments later some burly workmen came into the break room with a loading dolly. They worked quick and rough. Totally ignoring their colleague from the ‘Entertainment’ division trapped inside the Arcade Machine. Lonny lurched this way and that as the cabinet was loaded onto the dolly and secured with ratchet straps.

They began to wheel him away and for the first time in a long time Lonny was filled with the deep crawling fear of the unknown. He wrestled and heaved against his bonds but all to zero effect. As he was rolled through the door into a hallway he had never laid eyes on he caught the gleam of a shiny new arcade machine.

It was, he guessed, much like his own prison. It was themed red, orange and black  and was covered in chibi depictions of a small red fox.

Lonny’s eyes went wide and shot toward the occupant. THis entertainer was dressed much like himself but with the addition of a face obscuring hood, an apparently a very large ballgag beneath and tight fitting headphones over the top clipped secure onto the hood. All shone glistening jet black latex. The hood had holes only for a little black button nose and two large red ears, very familiar red ears…

The occupant was set up in a hogtied position but placed vertically so that he was forced to stand erect on his knees. Finally the last key difference was that the fox’s member was exposed and wrapped base to tip in a sturdy looking silicone sheath, it was rimmed with motors and grabbing ring apertures clearly designed to stroke and tease. The doomed fox shook violently in his tiny little world, apparently anxious about what was to come. His cries went unheard, totally soundproofed and from his perspective totally deafened by the headphones. 

But then Lonny was being wheeled away and he could see the brand new ‘Fox-In-A-Box’ no longer.

As they travelled the women idly smashed the ‘vibe’ button as they loaded him into a cramped service elevator. Jammed between the wall and the dolly the ‘tickle’ button became stuck in the ‘on’ position. And lonny was plunged once more into the all too familiar torment against his poor defenceless feet.

The elevator doors closed

“Going up”

Said the chirpy robotic voice of the elevator

But ‘Going up’ couldn’t be any further from the truth. For the poor miserable Bunny Boy he was being moved from Purgatory into Hell itself with his very own personal succubus. A demon hell-bent on ensuring and enforcing his absolute punishment.

Forevermore. 

The End.