Scientific Discipline

After what felt like a week to Artemis, Twilight had returned to the room. She was curious to see how her experiment was coming along. With a little work of magic, the paddles stopped, and most of the itching powder was cleared away.

Artemis’s paws, after an entire day of itching and spanking, were now puffy and red. His paw pads were practically throbbing.

Artemis began crying tears of joy when he felt the sensations on his paws stop. He was unable to sleep, the paddles, powder, and suit’s functions keeping him not only conscious, but fully awake.

Twilight took off the ear covers, she wanted to let Artemis know what she had to say. “This is great work, Artemis. You’re really helping my research!”

“FHGGNG LMT MMM HHT HF THNF HMLL!” Artemis screamed, now knowing that Twilight was there.

“Now, I have to clean your paws and test your sensitivity again before moving on to the next part of the experiment,” Twilight said.

“THMMMF FHGGNG MMMRHM?”

Twilight put the ear covers back on, grabbing a toothbrush. She began scrubbing away at his tender paws, making sure to get all the powder off.

This was both heaven and hell for Artemis. The bristles were satisfying an itch that needed scratching for a long time, but at the same time, his paws were so sensitive, the slightest touch was enough to make his body try to jerk in ticklish agony.

After enough scrubbing, Twilight began to poke and prod at the paws again. Her fingers gently exploring the new, reddened paws.

Artemis’s jerking got more violent, or at least, it tried to be. With his whole body restrained, his struggles still didn’t amount to much.

Twilight wrote down some more info, before she removed the ear covers once more. “I’ll let you in on a secret about this experiment, but only because this test is going fantastically. I was only gone for a few minutes.”

“MMMPH?!” Artemis couldn’t have heard that right. This torture had to have gone on for months.

“Oh, but you probably felt it going on for...maybe twenty-four hours? See, the wonderful thing about this place where I’m keeping you, is that time works a little differently here. A long time in here is just a passing moment outside. An hour can pass in the literal blink of an eye. So a few hours outside means years in here for you,” Twilight says, making sure that Artemis hears every word.

Artemis whimpered, feeling his heart sink in his chest. Nothing about this explanation felt like there was any good news for him anywhere.

“But, then again, it may be even longer. Who knows? I’m just some airheaded princess, after all. I’m sure you can handle it, though. I recall you saying that a few years meant nothing to you...” Twilight said, echoing his previous words.

As Artemis was protesting, he heard some zippers unzip, and he felt a cool breeze ran across his nipples and crotch. He felt something cold and metallic wrap around his shaft.

“Oh, but don’t worry. These experiments are sure to keep you busy for a very long time.”

Artemis felt something cold squirt onto his paws, then his cock, then his nipples, then three pairs of hands rubbing his exposed areas.

“And just one more thing to do…”

Artemis felt something wrap around his muzzle, and something puff against his nose every time he inhaled. The smell was familiar, yet he couldn’t quite recall what it was at the moment. He could worry about it later, the constant rubbing to his cock, nipples, and paws was a more pressing matter. He slowly, but surely felt himself get unwillingly erect from the constant stimulation to his private parts.

“Perfect, I’ll come back to check on your progress in a day or two. Well, not a few days for you…” Twilight said with a dark chuckle, putting the ear covers back on him, watching as the hands rubbed oil over his exposed parts.

The magical hands had a gentle touch, but with Artemis’s hypersensitized paws, that gentle touch was electric. He screamed as the hands began rubbing something over his paws, the little brushes against his paw pads tortured his nerves.

Twilight watched his reactions for a little while longer, making sure her experiment was going as planned, before walking back out the door, leaving the fox alone in the room outside of time.

Artemis was trapped once more, deprived of all his senses but touch and smell. The scent that was constantly puffed into his nose gave him a sense of familiarity and warmth, but also one of unease and worry. It was the only thing he could focus on distract from the hands constantly rubbing the oil on his body.

Though the hands rubbing his paws was driving him insane, he had to admit the rubbing on his cock and chest was somewhat pleasant. It was somewhat like a massage. He tried to find something positive to salvage from this situation. If Twilight was telling the truth about this place being a time chamber of sorts, he didn’t know how long he’d really be trapped.

Half an hour into the experiment, and the hands continued to rub the oil onto his body. Artemis let out a moan of sexual pleasure. The hands continued to stroke his shaft, temporarily keeping him into a state of lustful bliss. He only snapped out when he came to realize it had been so long, and he had not orgasmed once. No matter how much his cockw as toyed with, his orgasm never came. The constant edging kept his heart racing and mind frazzled as the hands teased his feet and nipples.

About three hours into his torment, Artemis realized what the scent was. It was Twilight. He was forced to inhale her scent the entire time his sensitive areas were being rubbed. He couldn’t stop it. Every time the hands stroked his shaft, tickled his paws, or pinched his nipples, he kept smelling Twilight. His mind had been linking her scent to this torture. He was terrified to think of why she planned this part of the experiment.

Artemis had another terrible realization while trapped in the chamber. Every time the oil was applied, his feet, nipples, and cock got more sensitive. He didn’t notice at first because it had been happening so slowly, but now that he was aware, he could feel a distinct difference. The once comforting rubbing now became an onslaught of stimulation that made him scream.

His mind couldn’t handle all of the stimulation he was receiving. The rubbing hands increasing the sensitivity of his already hypersensitive body. He was constantly on the edge of orgasm, but never allowed to get that sexual release he wanted.

If the itching powder was hell, Artemis had only gone to another one of its circles.

Artemis cried out for help over and over. This time, not for some passerby to save him, but for some divine force to intervene and end his suffering.

The suit had some magic enchantments to sustain him for extended periods of time. He didn’t feel hunger, thirst, or physical fatigue. Any sort of waste was discreetly disposed of, save for the pre that was constantly dribbling down his shaft, washed away by another squirt of oil that was generously rubbed on.

On occasion, the hands would change techniques every so often, just so Artemis wouldn’t get used to anything. For a majority of the time, the hands would be focused on rubbing the oil against the exposed areas, but every so often, they would start to tickle. The fingers would circle his nipples, or tease his shaft, but his paws got the worst of the treatment. The fingers would skitter against his paw pads, drag down his arches, wriggle between his toes, or rake down his soles. If Artemis’s throat could get sore from screaming, his voice would have gone out before the first hour was done.

Days passed, then weeks, then months, eventually, an entire year passed in the chamber. Artemis had been trapped and conscious the entire time. Though after two weeks, his sense of time was distorted. He no longer had a grasp on how long he had been there. Every second felt like an hour of hell.