Just as the tension is becoming unbearable, you're saved - at least, for a given value of "saved" - by the hiss of the laboratory door opening. A middle-aged woman wearing a severe business suit and an equally severe expression stands in the doorframe.
"For pity's sake, Kolgher," she says, "put that away. How many times do I have to tell you not to damage the merchandise?"
The scientist hastily pulls his pants back up and turns to face the woman, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I promise," he says, "I wasn't 'damaging' anything. I was breaking him in."
"A pleasure many of our clients would have loved to have for themselves." The woman sighs and shakes her head, before looking straight at you, and suddenly your entire body freezes up all over again. Something in her dead grey eyes is terrifying, on an almost primal level. She stares at you for what seems like an eternity, even if in reality it was only a few seconds.
"Just look at him," she says with a tone of disgust, "what in the world did you do to the little brat? Pull all the triggers at once?"
"He'll get over it," the scientist says.
"He'd better. In case you've forgotten, Kolgher, that's rather the entire point of this operation. I'm going out there to offer up the opportunity to own the crown prince of the Galactic Empire as a personal sex slave. Where's the appeal in that if he can't fight back?"
"I'll fix it in while he's in stasis," the scientist says, "I swear."
"Excellent," the woman says, "you can start right away."
The woman closes the distance between the two of you almost immediately, grabs you by the tail, and lifts you high into the air. You immediately feel that horrible sensation of lust fill you again.
"Put... put me down!" you shout, and almost immediately, she does - into a surgical chair. Instinctively, you hiss and bare your fangs at her, but she quickly and quietly ties you down. You struggle against the straps, but it's no use. They're not even especially strong - your new body is simply too weak to offer any resistance whatsoever.
"Kolgher?"
The scientist is at the woman's side almost immediately. Before you can say anything, he jams some sort of needle into your arm. You bare your fangs at him, but he only rolls his eyes. That damn smile is back on his face now.
To your right, something hisses - air passing through a catheter. The scientist is... no, he's not injecting you with something. He's DRAINING something.
"I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together," he says with that twisted smile, "but, well, a job is a job. It's a pity, you really are some of my finest work. I'd love to have a chance to spend a little more time with you. Still, at least someone to get to appreciate you. You're going to be the highlight of Lady Tzrak's auction. The cream of the crop of the galactic elite will be there. Maybe even a few people you know! You should feel honored."
You try to say something, anything, in response, but you're starting to feel nauseous. The world around you is fading.
"Remember what I told you before, about stasis? This is what it feels like. Like your soul is fading away, becoming nothing more than just a bag of meat and bone. Well, that and normally, you'd be feeling incredibly aroused and desperate for cock, but orders are orders. I'm going to have to put a little fire back into you, reset your cravings and your self-confidence. You'll feel almost normal again, at least for a few hours. Just remember how easily it can all be taken away."
You want to punch the scientist right in his smug face. You want to bite his ears off. You want to... you want to...
"Goodnight, sweet prince," he says, "when you next wake up, you'll be in the hands of your new owner."
The world drifts away. When it finally returns, you are in the hands of...