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The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.

"Stop fighting, this is for your own good. If you don't cooperate, we will be forced to sedate you." They never listen, even when they know they won't win. But then they feel the sharp stab of a needle, the slight burn deep in their muscle as the injection is pushed in. there's three ways they usually react: The dead stop. The panic, beg and flail. Or my favorite, the defeated whimper. "You could have prevented this, all you had to do was follow orders, but now its too late, nothing you do can stop whats going to happen next, you can give up now, and it will take longer to take effect, or you can keep fighting and it will just work faster, those are your only options now, inmate. Enjoy the ride." All thats left to for us is wait. And thats how we arrive at this point... Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "Where am I, What did you do to me? This isn't fair..." "Well, perhaps you should have cooperated, but you made your choices, now your paying the price" Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "I don't think you're real, maybe none of this is real..." With my feet pressing in to his back and spine, a simple question will do "Do you still think I'm not real?" Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL!!!!!!" "Don't worry, this is just the start of your punishment, inmate"

"We can keep doing this, over and over. This ends one of two ways for you, mutt. Either you will admit what you are, or we will do the job we were sent here to do. Every time you get hauled up, might be the last time you feel the ground again. You fought all those other guards for your life, freedom, before they handed you over to us to deal with." At first it wasn't real, just a dream, a nightmare as you were dragged over to the rope. As you saw it go over your head, felt it against your neck... before it was pulled snug. The feeling of its weight hanging on your shoulders, the roughness on your neck... it started to sink in... "This can't be happening, they can't really be doing this, surely someone would notice I'm missing, they can't just make me disappear like this, right? right?!" Your mind raced as they pulled the bag over your head. As they pulled the rope tight and held you in place. You remember all the feelings, tugging at your restraints helplessly... Then you woke up on the floor. "So which will it be, accept your new place in life, or enjoy the final view of the inside of this bag..." "...Alright, inside of the bag it is..." And in to darkness and up in the air you went again, this time, you knew what was coming, but that didn't make it any easier, no, it just made it worse... And then, the floor again, but this time, it was different, this time, as your jumbled thoughts tried to re-order themselves, as the world stuttered back to reality... it really sank in... they can just leave you up there. "So I'm going to ask again, whats it going to be..." You laugh, a broken, confused laugh, but a laugh. "Oh, your one of those, ok, this is going to be fun... for us." The bag goes back over your head. This time, there's even more desperate clawing at your restraints, but they are sill unyielding. You don't have a chance... "is this it?" Again, on the floor, but this time, its like they know something is different. "Bark, Accept what you are, bark, dog." You don't think, you just obey, you bark, deep, genuine barks... No thoughts, only dog. Inmate: 62740

The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.

Don't worry, soon everything will fade away. You will give in. Everyone gives in eventually. It doesn't matter how much you try to fight, the restraints won't give, the soft vinyl will wipe clean any trace of you. We know you have fuzzy memories of this place, but the more you try to recall, the harder it is to remember. We made sure of that with all your prior visits to this place. Eventually, your will to fight will fade. If it doesn't, the drugs and ECT sessions will slowly wear down your will to fight us until there is nothing of your former self left. You will become a blank slate for us to meld and reprogram. Your fate was sealed long ago, eventually you will come to accept that truth. Just as you will accept that you no longer have free will, you no longer control your fate, we do. Every last bit of who you were will be stripped away. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you let go of yourself, the easier this will be on you.

"Look, what ever they said I did, I'm innocent, I'm a wrongfully accused dog! I'm not even a dog, I'm a cat, or I was before they locked me in here and experimented on me. If you just trust me and let me out of here, I'll prove it to you!" -- 0961

Dumb farm dogs don't deserve to breed. Round two for the dumb farm dog getting turned into a steer like it belongs. No longer male, just "neuter" according to the sex listed on its paperwork. Unlike a normal bander/elastrator, the callicrate is meant for full grown bulls, it is very strong and very mean. In untrained hands it can easily cause damage. Each time the dumb dog gets on the bench and gets banded, the bands get cranked down tighter by the farmer, eventually it will get to the "proper" tightness. Yet, the dog keeps getting caught and ending up on the breeding stand, clearly it doesn’t have much self-preservation. Not a very smart animal. Perhaps then the farmer Yeen will just leave the band on, after all, its all the dumb neutered farm dog deserves. The day the branding iron and ear tags come out, the farm dog will know its fate is sealed, but it will be far too late by then... Dumb Farm Dog: Moose Farmer Yeen: Zeek

A Reminder that you can always find other places our stuff ends up at: https://mhwap.org We are going to eventually start posting elsewhere just in case telegram decides to nuke this channel.

A Reminder that you can always find other places our stuff ends up at: https://mhwap.org We are going to eventually start posting elsewhere just in case telegram decides to nuke this channel.

Our CNTR team recently caught a few roaming animals at ▓▓▓▓▓▓ an event in ▓▓▓▓▓▓. As area animal control for MHWAP, we have to ensure that all untagged animals are tagged. Once tagged each animal has a unique ID# via a RFID chip implanted in their paw. This chip is easily read by most common NFC readers including most phones. When exposed to the proper RF Field, an LED on the chip lights up through the skin simplifying the process of locating its position in the animals paw. Strays and untracked animals risk capture, neutering and possible destruction if they can not be identified. Please register all assets with the control office immediately. Subj 1: 0923 Subj 2: Squeak CNTR team: Zeek Moose

Bit by bit you forget about the outside world, who and what you were before you came here. It's been so long, you can't even remember what the world outside of this place was like. One day, you wake up in your padded cell, your home...and you start to wonder if the life you randomly dream of outside of the facility was even ever real, maybe it was all a dream, maybe the staff were all right, maybe the treatments and shock therapy are working. You can't even remember why you were so worried about leaving, you are "safe" here, they take care of you here. Its better than the alternative, life inside a concrete box, behind prison walls, caged like some dumb dangerous animal, right? Subj: 0961

Subject scheduled for semen extraction. (Time counts up from experiment start, hh:mm) 00:00 Subject brought in to test area. Subject is lightly sedated to ensure compliance with facility staff. 00:05 Subject has been restrained. Catheter insertion has started, this will ensure that only semen is extracted. Subject has begun to struggle against the restraints, subject attempted to object to catheter use. 00:06 A gag has been inserted and secured in to subjects mouth. Subject has been reminded that vurbal abuse of staff is a punishable offense. 00:10 Catheter has been placed. Electrode placed around base of scrotum and subjects PA is being utilized as the secondary electrode. 00:11 Subject has begun to feel the effects of the electrical stimulation. 00:15 Subjects aggregation has increased relative to the amount of stimulation given. 00:20 Subject has not yet produced a sample. Moving to direct stimulation. Requesting 21ga, 18ga needles from the orderly. 00:21 Stimulation has been momentarily stopped. 00:22 Scrotum has been prepped for indwelling electrode placement. Subject has responded very poorly and aggressively to the placement of the needle electrodes. 00:23 Electrical connection moved to new electrodes, stimulation has resumed. Subject seems to be very sensitive to the new electrodes. 00:25 Current has been increased until physical response was noticed. Subjects testicles are contracting with each pulse of the current. Each constriction is producing a small amount of urine via the cath. 00:30 Subject has begun to leak some seminal fluid. 00:35 Current has been steadily increased, subject has been increasingly agitated and vocal despite the gag. 00:40 Subject continues to be agitated, however the sounds have reduced to unintelligible moaning noises. 00:50 No further production of seminal fluid has been seen. Noted to other research assistant that subject is likely not a good candidate for the breeding program and should be referred to the behaviour management unit for possible neutering if deemed necessary. 01:00 Subject is still agitated despite discontinuation of electrical stimulus. Requesting that the orderly bring sedative to the test chamber. 01:01 Subject has been injected with fast acting sedative. Needles have been removed from testicles. Catheter remains in place. 01:08 subject is now unconscious 01:15 subject was removed from table and taken by orderlies to the observation room. Subject will be placed in full segufix restraints for the next 12 hours, after which subject will be sedated again and placed in his holding cell. -- experiment terminated -- ------- -- FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY -- MHWAP internal record details observers: XW, ZS. audio/video recordings: purged. photos: submitted to archive with experiment ledger. Date: REDACTED.

Happy New Year. Soon you won't remember what year it is. Soon you won't remember who you were, who you are. Soon, time will fade away, left with nothing more than an unending count of days that bleed in to each other. Soon your existence will only be the monotonous routine of waking up in your cell, staring at the same walls, same door. You just exist as another subject, number on a file, property of the institution. Happy new year....

2.6L of piss, with some additives. Follow the tube. Catheter, but inserted rectally. Straps secured tightly. No choice. Bite guard in maw, muzzle snugly on. Fed in super slow, so it gets in deep, sitting on it so you can't push it out... Left to soak Slowly your mind will empty and the diaper will fill. No thoughts. Head empty. Time to start the reprogramming.

The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.

Life always has a dead end. However, the one who guards the gateway to the afterlife, might have other plans for you. You will be in his service, for eternity if he so chooses. You don't have a choice, this is the path he has chosen for you, now you do his bidding.

Your bed is waiting, patient. No, I'm not asking. If you resist, I'll get the orderlies... I'm sure they will be nice and you won't end up forced down and sedated. On second thought... resist, make my day more entertaining.

Worth following this husky ;)