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Captain Terrell sat in his seat on the bridge, waiting anxiously. The shuttle was finally returning from the surface of the planet, the latest in the long line of worlds they'd been exploring as part of their deep space exploration expedition, and the first to show anything truly exciting. The initial probes had shown ruins of some kind, the remains of some ancient civilization. And the first landing party was returning, but all was not well. Contact had been briefly lost with the landing party on the surface, causing some worry. But it had been re-established before too long. Except, the messages they received had been somewhat strange. They felt off to the rhino captain, sort of strangely happy and almost robotic. It had put his instincts on edge, made him think something was wrong. It was why he had ordered a full quarantine on the returning crew and had the Med-bay preparing to run full examinations on all of them. There was just no telling what they might have encountered down on the planet. So he was playing it safe. Of course, there was always the possibility that whatever might be wrong with them might not be able to be contained by their quarantine procedures. But that was always a risk with exploring the unknown. The heavy-set rhino sat back in his seat, unable to take his eyes off the readouts as the shuttle entered the hangar deck, coming in for a landing. He hit a few controls, pulling up a security camera feed. The shuttle looked intact at least, he mused. A few minutes later, the shuttle's hatch slid open and the landing party started to exit. The first was a timber wolf he recognized as Lieutenant Davis. As the captain watched, he saw he was carrying something spherical and glowing. Some kind of artefact? They hadn't mentioned retrieving anything from the ruins. That pretty much confirmed that something was wrong. Something was... Without warning, pain suddenly ripped through his skull. Letting out a cry, he clutched at his head as his whole body spasmed in agony, tumbling out of his chair and on to the deck. He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bridge crew also having collapsed to the floor in pain, grabbing at their heads. But all attempts at forming thoughts failed as an alien presence forced its way into his mind, crashing though his brain with tremendous force, easily demolishing the rhino's feeble attempts to resist. YOU ARE ALL NOW MY SLAVES. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE ME. The voice was powerful and alien and seemed to fill his entire brain, crushing the captain's will as it bellowed through his head. He heard some of the crew around him mumbling agreement, already giving in to the onslaught, likely hoping it would make the pain stop. Another wave of pain hit, the alien mind forcing its way deeper and deeper into his brain, crushing more and more of the free will out of him. SUBMIT. YOU ARE ALL MY SLAVES. YOU WILL SERVE ME. The rhino heard more surrendering to the alien voice, yelling out their agreement But Captain Terrell refused. He would not go down so easily! He marshalled what mental strength he could in order to... YOUR PATHETIC RESISTANCE IS POINTLESS. YOU ARE A SLAVE. I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU WILL SERVE ME. For a moment, it felt as if the alien's entire mental power was directed solely at him, and it was utterly overwhelming and irresistible. Any last vestiges of resistance or will were ground into dust in an instant as the massive power of the alien mind cascaded through his skull. The pain was blindingly intense and he screamed as his mind was broken and enslaved with ease. “I am your slave, Master!” Captain Terrell shouted, as loud as he could manage. “I live only to serve you!” The pain vanished, instantly replaced by intense pleasure, more mind-meltingly powerful than anything he had ever experienced before. His cock was hard in and straining against the fabric of his uniform within an instant. Seconds later, orgasm stuck, cum exploding and squelching from his rock hard dick. And all the while he could feel the alien presence, his Master, washing through his brain, twisting and reprogramming his mind, making him the slave he now knew he was meant to be. OBEDIENCE BRINGS PLEASURE. His Master's voice told him. YOU ARE A SLAVE. I AM YOUR MASTER, NOW AND FOREVER. And Captain Terrell knew every word of it was true. Through the mental connection to his new Master, he now knew the whole truth. About how his Master had been imprisoned as a disembodied mind long ago after a failed attempt at galactic conquest. About how Lieutenant Davis had found his prison, allowing him to use his massive telepathic power to easily enslave the landing party. And once he'd been brought onboard, he'd been able to grant him and his entire crew the immense honour of also becoming his loyal slaves. As soon as he'd recovered enough from his orgasm, the rhino hauled himself to his feet and returned to his chair. Acting on a command from his Master, he used his command codes to cancel the quarantine in the hangar bay. After several minutes, Lieutenant Davis arrived on the bridge, carrying the glowing orb that the rhino knew contained the mind of his Master. YOU ARE STRONG. His Master's crashing voice echoed through the captain's mind. AS PATHETIC AS YOUR REISTANCE WAS, YOU LASTED LONGER THAN ANYONE ELSE. PLACE YOUR HANDS UPON MY PRISON. Terrell obeyed without question or hesitation, stepping forward. He didn't even wonder why his Master wanted him to do this. To his now enslaved mind, all that mattered was obedience. As he rested his hands on the glowing orb, his Master spoke once again. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU FOR A GREAT PURPOSE. I REQUIRE A PHYSICAL FORM. Before any further thoughts or reaction to this could go through the rhino's head, he was hit by a wave of warm pleasure, rippling through his entire body. He could feel his Master's powerful mind flowing into his skull, wiping away all traces of his own consciousness. It felt so good, giving up his body for his Master. With a moan of delight, Captain Terrell closed his eyes... ...And a moment later, the Master opened them. The transfer had been a success! After so long imprisoned as nothing but a mind, he once again had a body, and it was exhilarating! He took a moment to examine his new rhino form. It was healthy and strong, perfect for his needs. There was one thing he knew he wanted to do, that he'd been dreaming of doing for so long. He snatched the orb that had contained him from the paws of the slave carrying it and flung it against the floor with as much force as he could manage. It hit the metal plates of the deck hard and cracked open, crystalline and electronic fragments of its inner workings spilling out. Nodding in satisfaction at its destruction, he turned away, sending a thought to a nearby slave to clean up the mess and have the remains of the orb destroyed. He sat himself down in the captain's seat at the centre of the bridge and immediately beamed commands into the heads of the pilots. He ordered them to take the ship to the nearest inhabited world. It was time to resume his conquest and enslaving of all the galaxy. The Master could see in the thoughts of his slaves that it would take several days to reach their destination. He was certain he could find a way to pass the time. After all, he had not personally enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh in so many centuries. And as he rummaged through the leftover memories of his new body, he discovered Captain Terrell had been 'homosexual' and that intrigued him. He looked forward to experimenting with sexual activity between himself and other males in the days to come. He felt the ship getting underway and starting telepathically sending commands to his new slaves. This ship's expedition of exploration was now over. It needed to be converted into a ship of war. A grand campaign of galactic conquest and the enslaving every last living being to his will lay ahead of him...
The kneeling hyena smiled happily up at his Master. He was finally ready. After months of hypnosis and brainwashing, his magnificent all powerful Master had declared that the last remnants of his resistance to his new life were now gone completely. He was now enslaved, utterly and irrevocably. The slave could barely remember any of his old life any more, just vague fragments that held no interest to him. As far as he was concerned, he was simply 'Slave' now, property of his Master, dedicated to serving him and obeying his every command. Now he was kneeling at his Master's feet, wearing nothing but a leather collar around his neck, waiting for the tall and muscular bear to command him. Slave didn't know what his Master had planned for tonight. He was dressed in his best leather gear, boots, harness, chaps, and was looking rather anxious, ears flicking nervously. He'd never seen the bear like this before. The doorbell of Master's home chimed out and the bear hurried to open the front door, allowing someone new into the apartment. It was a small and somewhat skinny otter. He strolled into the centre of the room, grinning mischievously and wearing an expression of extreme smugness. He eyed the kneeling slave hyena as his grin widened. The bear came in behind him, head bowed submissively. The slave could hardly believe how subservient his wonderfully dominant Master appeared to be in the presence of this scrawny pathetic otter. It was stunning. What was wrong with his Master? “This is him then?” The otter said. “Yes, Master.” The bear nodded. “He's all ready for you.” Master? Why was the bear calling the guy Master? Slave was confused and was about to open his muzzle to speak... “Oh look, he's all confused!” The otter laughed before he could speak. “That's adorable! And understandable, of course.” He folded his arms across his chest and fixed the kneeling slave hyena with an intense glare. “Let me spell it out for you, slave. Yes, I am your Master's Master. This guy here...” He nodded to the bear, standing silently to one side, head still bowed, paws behind his back. “He's actually a brainwashed slave, just like you.” Slave stared at him wide-eyed shock. Surely that couldn't be true? “You see.” The otter explained. “I like my slaves brainwashed and plentiful. But I am far too busy to put in the time enslaving new guys myself, so I have some of my slaves pose as Masters to entrap and reprogram new slaves for me. I am your true Master, and the rest of your days will be spent serving and worshipping me!” A rush of defiance surged through the hyena. His true Master was the bear, not this skinny otter. “I am not your slave!” Slave snarled. The otter was utterly unmoved by his anger. He glanced at the bear. “He's been completely programmed?” “Yes, Master.” The bear nodded. The hyena was about to growl out another defiant remark, when the otter looked at him again and said. “Slave, activate full programming.” Hearing that phrase from this otter seem to trigger a change in him, as if a switch was flipped in his brain. New knowledge was suddenly available to him, which he realized had been implanted and buried in him during his enslavement, to prepare him for this moment. Suddenly, Slave knew with every last fibre of his being that this otter was his Master, now and forever. He looked at him now and saw a male vastly superior to him, handsome and powerful and wonderful, dominant and intelligent. There was simply no other choice available to him but to devote every day of his life to serving this otter. As for the bear he had previously thought of as his Master, he realized the truth now. The bear was simply just another slave like him. He felt a wave of gratitude at being selected by him to be enslaved to the otter, but that was all. “Master!” Slave said, gazing adoringly at the magnificent otter. “I'm so sorry for my resistance! I am yours to command, now and forever!” “You are forgiven.” The otter said. He looked to the bear. “But you are not. You were behind schedule. He should have been ready last week.” The bear looked up, pleadingly. “I'm sorry, Master! His mind was more difficult to break and reprogram as most others...” “No excuses, slave!” The otter snapped. “You failed to deliver the new slave on time, and as such you will not get fucked by me for your reward. If you want that, you'll have to do better with the next guy you enslave for me.” The bear's expression dropped at that, looking saddened and heartbroken, but he seemed unable to protest his Master's decision. “Yes, Master. As you command.” The otter waved a paw at the kneeling hyena. “He'll fuck you senseless instead this time. And you will not be permitted to cum.” He glared at the kneeling slave. “Well? Get to it! Fuck your fellow slave here! Hard and rough!” “Yes, Master!” The hyena was immediately on his feet, cock hard, stalking towards the bear, who was already turning around and bending over. The otter stepped to one side, pulling out his cell phone from a pocket and checking it. “And be quick about it.” He said, an edge of boredom in his voice now. “We have a long night ahead of us back at my mansion, you and a number of my other slaves serving and satisfying my every sexual whim...” “Yes, Master!” Slave said as he savagely plunged his cock into the bear's waiting ass. He was overcome with joy at having such an incredible Master, and looked forward to obeying his every command for the rest of his life... |
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