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Super-Rat stalked into the abandoned warehouse, fists raised, ready for anything. There was no telling what devious contraptions Lord Silverback had created this time, what might be waiting for him as he made his way into the super-villain's lair. That was assuming the tip-off he'd had about this being the place to find the villainous gorilla was correct. But whatever he encountered, he was confident he could handle it. After all, despite his small size and lithe physique, he was one of the most powerful superheroes on the planet. He'd managed to survive everything this particular bad guy had thrown at him in all their previous encounters. The super-heroic rodent stepped through a doorway, the room beyond dark. He felt like he was being watched and... There was a sudden flash of light, as a bolt of energy blasted out of the darkness and struck Super-Rat in the chest. He was knocked off his feet, crashing to the floor. He quickly made to get up. He seemed unharmed. Whatever that had been, it didn't seem to have... A ripple of pleasure shot through him, forcing him off balance and causing him to collapse to the floor. He was suddenly very aroused, his cock hard and straining against the red and blue spandex of his figure-hugging costume. What the hell was happening? His body felt strange, like it so too small and tight. Sexual arousal was continuously building in him, making it harder and harder to think. Something was wrong... he had to do... something... And yet, whatever was happening felt so right. He was aware of the lights in the room switching on and someone stepping over to him. He looked up at the big bulky form of Lord Silverback, in his usual black spandex jumpsuit. He was carrying some gleaming and futuristic high-tech rifle and grinning evilly. Super-Rat's first instinct was to attack at him, but his body felt unusually heavy, his thoughts jumbled as wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed through him. His head was pounding, feeling almost as if it were.. stretching somehow. His costume suddenly felt very tight and constraining, as if it were far too small for him. But that couldn't be right... The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as his spandex outfit split along the seams. With a shock, Super-Rat realized his body was expanding, muscles growing and thickening, bursting out of his superhero costume. But more than that, the colour of his fur was changing and darkening. His paws were different now that he looked them, his claws had vanished and the skin was now a dark grey.. “What... what have you done to me?” He managed to stammer out. God damn, the changes happening to him felt so good, filling him with delight so intense it was hard to form coherent thoughts. “I decided to try something different.” Lord Silverback laughed. “Instead of trying to destroy you, I thought I'd simply change you instead!” It was so hard for Super-Rat to think now, all his thoughts draining away whenever he tried to form any. His cock was so hard, throbbing painfully. He gripped it through the fabric of his now mostly shredded costume with one hand and began pumping at it furiously. Wait... Hand? Yes, his paws were now ape-like hands and he... One final blast of sexual energy rippled through him, and all Super-Rat's thoughts were wiped away. His cock exploded with cum, staining the spandex. He bellowed out a cry of ecstasy and then slumped on the floor. A few moments later, he pulled himself up into a sitting position, panting and exhausted. He was still finding it hard to think, but he examined himself. His body was now thick and heavy, with bulging muscles and a nice round muscle-gut. His hands and feet, along with the front of his torso were now hairless, displaying dark grey skin. He reached up and touch his head, finding its shape to be drastically different. He then knew for certain... “Gorilla...” He said, his voice now deep and guttural. “Me gorilla!” “Yes, you are.” Said Lord Silverback, looming over him. He patted his strange rifle. “Thanks to my Ape-o-tron here, you have been transformed into a big dumb gorilla, enslaved to my will. Isn't that right, my slave?” “Yes, Master.” The muscular gorilla that had once been Super-Rat said happily. “Me big dumb gorilla! Me slave! Me serve Master!” Lord Silverback gave him an affectionate pat on the head. “Very good.” He chuckled. He then looked at the weapon in his hands. “Hmm. I wonder which superhero I should transform next?” I can hardly believe how much my life has changed... That's the thought that hits me as I'm secured to the leather sling suspended from the ceiling of Master's basement BDSM playroom, a rubber ball gag in my mouth, a leather collar locked around my neck, Master continually pounding his thick heavy cock again and again into my ass. It's been almost three years since I first met Master. My memories of those years, especially the earliest months, are kind of a mess, jumbled and confusing and with periods missing entirely. I clearly remember the very first time I met him. I had finished work after a long day at the office. It had been a rough day, so I had stopped off at a bar for a few drinks before heading home. And I had picked a gay bar because, well, you never know, you might get lucky. Finding some cute guy to fuck for a night would be a great way to blow off some steam. So there I was, a tired gibbon in a suit, looking to relax and maybe find some hot guy to have some fun with. But instead of that, I was approached by a massive gorilla in tight jeans and a leather waistcoat. He made a lame joke about how we apes should stick together. He seemed imposing and overbearing, not really my type at all. But something about him had seemed so alluring, his voice so soothing and relaxing and easy to listen to... Before long, he was buying me drink after drink. It felt so good to listen to him, his words washing over me. After a while, I wasn't able to focus on what exactly he was saying, just enjoying the feeling of listening to this gorilla, who seemed more and more handsome and desirable as the night wore on. I was sure it was strange, a big muscular guy like him was not my usual type... but my mind wouldn't focus on that thought for more than a few seconds before it was gone and I was back to listening to him talk and letting him run his hands over me as I sat there, feeling unable to move. After that, I vaguely remember following him out of the bar because he told me too... Then there are flashes of the night that followed... me stripped and bound in leather bondage gear while he fucked me senseless. I had always been a top before that night... and yet having my ass relentlessly violated had been the most intense and fantastic sexual experience of my life. I could hardly believe how good it felt. The following morning, I had awoken feeling tired and my rear had been so damn sore. I had made to leave, but the gorilla had told me I wasn't going anywhere. He'd spoken some phrase I can't consciously remember, and I had frozen, unable to move. It had been strange, but I'd found myself unable to feel concerned about it. Master had explained how he had hypnotised me the night before and that I now belonged to him. I tried to protest that, but I couldn't speak. My body obeyed as he told me to kneel and suck his cock... After that, my memories are blurred and jumbled. Getting injected with strange drugs that made my head spin and feel fuzzy. Hours spent strapped to a chair with tight leather straps, gagged and blindfolded, earphones in my ears, pumping a constant stream of hypnotic sounds into my head. Master assuring me it was all for my own good, to make me permanently his. I have memories of writing a letter of resignation to my office. I remember making phone calls to various friends and family members at Master's command, telling them I was fine and that they might not hear from me for a while. I had flashes of clearing out my old apartment, selling off my possessions. After that, my memories are all of my new life as a slave. Getting fucked daily. So much time spent in tight bondage. Worshipping my gorilla Master's magnificently muscled body on a regular basis. And loving every last second of it. And now, hanging there restrained in a sling as Master fucks me for the third time that night, I feel so ecstatic to be owned by the gorilla. Yes, when I look back on it, I know I was hypnotized, subjected to some form of extreme brainwashing to transform me completely into a slave. But I really don't care. It feels so great to be my Master's slave, to belong to him completely, that I simply couldn't possibly want any other life..
Rhaenar the barbarian jumped from the shadows and approached the throne, broadsword drawn and ready. It taken him many hours to get this far into the palace, sneaking and creeping his way past guards and disciples of the monster he was here to kill. Now he was here in the throne room, it was time to put an end to things. He glared threateningly at his target. An elderly looking orangutan lounging lazily on the large ornate throne, wearing only a long flowing red cloak. A couple of slave gibbons were knelt at his feet, cleaning them with their tongues. The barbarian gorilla stalked forwards, ready for an attack at any moment. There were disciples of the orangutan standing to attention at regular intervals along the walls of the chamber, each one wearing only a white loincloth and steel collar, with their Master's symbol, the same one adorning the banners on the walls, burned into their foreheads like some kind of brand. But none of them made any move towards him. So he focused his attention on his target. Numin, the orangutan leader of a cult that had been growing stronger and stronger in recent years. Rhaenar knew the type. A sorcerer with dreams of world domination, using magic to enslave the minds of the weak-willed to create an army of followers. He was hardly the first, and they were always stopped by some hero. Now it was Rhaenar's turn. He would kill this monster, free his slaves, and save the land from his evil. Numin looked up as the gorilla approached, smiling. “And who do we have here?” “I am Rhaenar the Righteous!” The gorilla bellowed. “I am here to end your reign, monster!” The old ape on the throne laughed. “Really? Righteous? You come here with the intention of slaying me and making a name for yourself, for fame and glory, for your own greedy benefit, and yet you try to claim righteousness?” Rhaenar paused. How had the orangutan known that? “Because your mind is an open book to me, mortal.” Numin said, answering the question even though the barbarian hadn't said it out loud. “Easily read, and amusingly simple.” Deciding not to waste any more time, Rhaenar continued toward the throne. “Your magic cannot harm me! I came prepared!” “Oh did you?” Numin said, unconcerned. “You mean that magic-nullifying amulet around your neck? Such a trinket is nothing to my power!” He gestured with a hand. Immediately, Rhaenar's amulet shattered against his chest, fragments of it scattering across the floor. Grimacing, the barbarian cursed the damn wizard he'd bought the thing from. He'd been assured the amulet would be able to withstand any sorcery! “Such a foolish mortal.” Numin chuckled. “You really do not understand what you are dealing with here. I am no mere sorcerer, dabbling in pathetic magic...” Without the amulet, Rhaenar knew he was in great danger. He had to finish this quickly. With a roar, he charged the throne, intent on impaling the orangutan on his sword. Numin simply looked at him. “I am a God!” As soon as Rhaenar's eyes met those of the orangutan, he stumbled to a halt, unable to look away. All violent thoughts were washed away by a wave of calm that passed over him. His shoulders slumped, arms dropping to his sides. His sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the stone floor. “Poor pathetic mortal.” Numin said, holding the gorilla in place with his gaze. “So lost, so wrapped up in cares and worries. Let me free you from all your concerns...” That certainly sounded so tempting to the barbarian... And yet he was certain he should be concerned about something... something important... But it was difficult to think or focus... Wasn't there something he was supposed to be doing? “You need do nothing but bask in the power of your God.” Numin said, his glare seeming to bore into the gorilla barbarian's very soul. “Let me save you from the difficulty of your old life. Show you the bliss of a life of devotion to your Master, your God...” Did he need saving? Rhaenar wasn't sure, that didn't seem right... But if the great and powerful Numin, this glorious God, was saying it, then surely it must be true? “Slaves, strip him.” Numin said, not breaking eye contact with Rhaenar. The gibbon slaves at his feet leapt into action, scampering over to the gorilla and proceeding to strip him naked, pulling all the armour and clothing from the unresisting barbarian. Then they were gone, carrying away all his clothing and possessions. One of them even picked up his sword as he went. “You may approach, Rhaenar.” The old orangutan said. With permission given, the barbarian was able to move again, walking slowly but surely towards the throne. The closer he got, the more he could feel the God's power. It was practically radiating from him, washing through the gorilla's muscular body, infusing every fibre of his being with a desire to serve Numin. Before he had looked at the orangutan as old and evil, now he seemed noble and dignified to his eyes, glorious and divine. “Are you ready to devote yourself to the service of your God and Master?” Numin asked, firmly. Rhaenar could not think of anything he had ever wanted more. “Yes., My Master... my magnificent God... Please allow me to devote my life to your service...” Numin smiled at him, pleased. He made a gesture with one hand. A white loincloth materialised around the gorilla's waist, rippling into existence out of thin air. A second later, a thick steel collar appeared around his neck in the same way. Wearing the uniform of a disciple of Numin made the gorilla feel truly complete for the first time in his life. He felt like he could weep with joy at being accepted by this wonderful God of an orangutan. “Kneel.” Numin commanded. Rhaenar obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees and gazing at his Master and God with love and devotion. “Pledge yourself to me, Rhaenar.” Numin demanded. “If serving me is what you truly desire.” With the power emanating from his God still washing over him and filling his heart and soul with adoration, the gorilla barbarian said. “I give myself to you, my Lord Numin, my Master, My God. I pledge my mind, body and soul to your service. I am yours to do with as you please.” “Well said, my new disciple.” The orangutan said with a smile. He reached out one of his long arms and placed a thumb against his forehead. “You now belong to me, completely and utterly, now and forever.” There was a slight burning sensation, and Numin withdrew his hand. Without even having to look, Rhaenar simply knew his God's symbol was now turned into his flesh, forever branding his as a slave of the orangutan deity. “Thank you, my Master.” Rhaenar said, bowing low, prostrating himself before his all-powerful God.. He felt so incredibly happy. He knew he had found his true place in the world, as a devoted slave. “My feet still require cleaning.” Numin said. “Finish what my other slaves started. Worship them with your tongue.” “Yes, my glorious God!” Said Rhaenar. The muscular gorilla obeyed, happily leaning in and bathing the orangutan's feet with his tongue, feeling blessed to be given such a duty, tending to his Master's body. All thoughts of his old life were now forgotten, the former barbarian warrior was now a lowly devoted slave, determined to serve his God for the rest of his days. |
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