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“Master? Are you okay?” Dominic blinked and tried to sit up, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts and figure out what had just happened. Standing over him was a heavily muscled black bear in a skin-tight red and blue costume. This was the world’s most powerful superhero, Cosmic Cub. Who also happened to be Dominic’s loving and devoted slave, and had been for a few years now, ever since the small badger had used his limited hypnotic abilities to get the bear to use his powers to permanently rewrite his own brainwaves, essentially brainwashing himself. The superhero took Dominic’s arm and helped him to his feet as he put the pieces together. Cosmic Cub had just returned home to the mansion they both lived in, after saving the world yet again from some big threat. Upon command, he had been posing for his Master, showing off his rippling muscles for the badger as he undressed, horny and intent on having a night of sexy fun with his big super slave. And then… then there had been a sudden blinding flash, an explosion. Dominic had been thrown off his feet and against the wall. He glanced about. The bedroom was wrecked, furniture reduced to debris and the décor scorched in places. “Slave, what the hell just happened… And who the fuck is that?” Dominic had just noticed the new arrival. At the centre of the devastation stood a tall, musclebound panda dressed in an elaborate black leather outfit decorated with blood red runic markings. He might have looked threatening, if not for the goofy grin and blank expression, his arms hanging limply by his sides as he stared into space. “Umm…” Cosmic Cub looked sheepish and ducked his head. “I’m so sorry, Master. We were just attacked by an old enemy of mine.” He gestured with a paw to the panda. “This is Worldbreaker, a cosmically powered tyrant from another universe who likes to destroy whole worlds. I thought I’d managed to permanently trap him in a quantum-temporal infinite improbability loop in the 17th dimension, but he must have escaped and then traced my energy signature here in order to seek revenge.” The badger didn’t even try to wrap his head around all of that. In their time together, the superhero had told him a lot of stories about his adventures. There were quite a few that he barely understood, involving other dimensions and vast cosmic concepts his little mortal mind couldn’t hope to comprehend. But he did get the gist of things here, and that was what mattered. “Old enemy, seeking revenge. Got it.” Dominic frowned. “Then why is he just standing there like that?” Cosmic Cub sighed. “Because I just rewrote his brain.” “But you don’t do that if you can help it.” Dominic pointed out. “You only did it to yourself because I told you to. Don’t you find it unethical?” “Yes, Master.” The superhero bear said. “But this is different. I had to protect you!” “Me?” Dominic was shocked. “Yes, Master!” Cosmic cub, explained, looking at his Master with adoration. “I love you so much, Master and I couldn’t let anything happen to you! And Worldbreaker here was a threat to your safety. Even if I beat him, he might come after you in future, knowing you’re connected to me. So, the quickest and best way to ensure you’ll always be safe from him was to alter his mind, make him as loving and devoted and enslaved to you as I am!” “You… You’re…” The badger stammered, trying to process what he’d just been told. “You’re telling me you just enslaved this ‘cosmically powered tyrant’? You made him my slave?” “Yes, Master!” The superhero grinned broadly, looking very pleased with himself. “Now he will love and adore you as much as I do and will never be a threat to you!” Dominic buried his face in his paws, idly wondering if accidentally acquiring cosmically powered super slaves was going to become a regular thing in his life… “Is something wrong, Master?” Cosmic Cub was concerned. “No.” Dominic sighed. “I guess, under the circumstances, there wasn’t much else you could do… Now I just need to figure out what to do with this guy…” He stepped over to the panda, a little hesitantly. As soon as he entered his line of sight, the panda blinked and stared at him, a grin spreading across his muzzle. Worldbreaker threw himself to his knees in front of the badger. “My Master! I am yours to command, now and forever! I exist to serve and please you!” “That’s good to know…” Dominic said. He was a little uncertain what he was going to do with a second slave. “I will give you anything you desire,” Worldbreaker continued, “Any enemies you want slain or tortured, any world you want conquered or destroyed, you merely have to tell me and I shall work tirelessly to see it done! I will destroy whole galaxies in your name, if you desire it, enslave whole universes to please you…” “What? No!” Dominic spluttered. “No, I don’t want anything like that.” He turned to Cosmic Cub. “Look, I’m now going to need you to do some serious rewriting of his mind.” “Why Master?” The bear asked. “In the spur of the moment, you enslaved a cosmic tyrant for me.” The badger explained. “I dread to think what this guy might do if left unchecked. Probably raze a whole city to the ground or something because he thought it would make me smile…” Worldbreaker was already getting to his feet. “Would that really make you smile, Master? Name the city and I shall…” “No! Stop saying things like that!” Dominic cried. “You just kneel there and wait!” The panda sank back down to his knees, looking unhappy at having earned his Master’s disapproval. Dominic let out a deep sigh. This was supposed to have been a quiet night of sexy fun with his super slave. Deciding what to do with a massively powerful psychopath who had been suddenly enslaved to his will had definitely not been expected. Something occurred to him. “The problem is, if Worldbreaker suddenly stops being a monstrous villain, people will wonder why, some might investigate, it could bring unwanted attention…” The badger wracked his brains for a solution to this mess, while his two super slaves waited patiently for his orders. And then an idea for what to do came to him. As he turned it over and over in his head, it seemed perfect. “I know what we’re going to do!” He smiled at his slaves. “Let’s get to work…” A few hours later, and it was all done, as completely as Dominic could tell. He’d covered all the bases, at least, all those he could imagine. The cosmically powered panda who had been enslaved that night now stood in the centre of the bedroom, striking a heroic pose. Gone was the leather outfit, transformed using cosmic energy into a skin-tight spandex costume that showed off his rippling muscles. It was a slivery white colour with blue gloves, boots, trunks and a full-face hood. A stylized symbol consisting of a star and a capital ‘A’ was emblazoned across his muscular chest. Also gone was the personality. Dominic had instructed Cosmic Cub to do extensive rewriting of the panda’s brainwaves, removing all memories of ever having been Worldbreaker and all destructive desires, and ingraining in him the desire to do good and be a dedicated superhero. As far as the panda knew, he was actually the sole survivor from another dimension that had been destroyed and had now made this world his home, where he was now being mentored and trained by Cosmic Cub. After all, Dominic supposed, superheroes often had sidekicks. He had given Cosmic Cub very strict orders to never tell anyone about this new hero’s true origin. And if anyone asked, Worldbreaker was still imprisoned in that whatever it was in another dimension. The panda blinked, snapping out if the trance he’d been in while Cosmic Cub worked, glancing about, a little confused. “What was your name, again?” Dominic asked, wanting to check the changes to the panda’s mind had stuck. “I’m Astral-Ursine.” The panda answered with a smile. He dropped to his knees, bowing his head. “And I am you slave to command, Master, now and forever.” “Of course you are.” Dominic said. He had now got used to the idea of having a second slave to play with. It could be twice as fun. And twice as exhausting. He smiled and glanced back and forth between his two super slaves. “Right then, back to the night of sexy fun I originally had planned! Let’s go find a bedroom that isn’t wrecked, and then you two can get naked and present your asses for me to fuck the hell out of!” The two slaves beamed happily, following the badger as they both said in unison. “Yes, Master!” A Tamed Beast Capone stared at the big muscular black bear dressed in heavy motorcycle leathers, lying unconscious on the living room floor, wondering who he was. And why he looked vaguely familiar. The big burly grizzly was kneeling a short distance away from the intruder, feeling anxious, unsure what was going to happen next. His eyes flitted briefly to the mess caused when the black bear fell, the broken lamp, knocked over end table, the scattering of his owner’s lifestyle magazines. He had an urge to clean up, to set things straight. Keeping his owner’s home neat and clean was one of his duties and he was a good obedient pet who never neglected his duties. But he’d been ordered to kneel there and wait, and he’d never even think of disobeying his owner’s commands. Good pets like him always obeyed. So, there he stayed, wearing only his usual tight black silk shorts, nervously fingering the leather collar locked around his neck. He could hear his owner arguing in the next room with a familiar tall and slender grey rabbit his owner had called after what happened with the black bear. “You promised!” His owner was saying, obviously upset. “You gave me your guarantee that no one would come looking for him!” “As I understand it, no one did.” The rabbit replied. “It’s just incredible bad luck. A million to one chance encounter that led to him finding Capone…” Capone remembered what had happened that morning. He’d been out front, weeding his owner’s garden, paying little attention to anything else, until the screeching of a motorcycle coming to a sudden stop. He’d looked up from his work to see the motorcycle in question turning around a little way up the street and pulling into the driveway. The black bear had been riding it. He claimed to know Capone, wanted to know what had happened to him and the rest of the Beast Bears gang, they had disappeared without a trace a few years ago. He said he’d been shocked to see Capone here, working the garden of some fancy upper-class place as he happened to be passing by. And why the hell was he dressed like that? He’d tried to tell the black bear that he had no idea who he was and that he should leave, but the biker had been aggressive and forceful in his demands for answers. That had upset and frightened Capone. He hated aggression. He was a good pet bear and he knew, with every fibre of his being, that aggression was bad. It was much better to be calm and submissive and obedient to his owner at all times. So, Capone had headed inside to seek his owner’s help and reassurance. But the black bear biker had followed, forcing his way into his owner’s home, declaring that something was very wrong here, and whoever had done this to him was going to pay… “I shudder to think what might have happened if I didn’t have that taser.” He heard his owner saying in the next room. “I’d have been at the mercy of that brute!” “Why on earth do you have a taser anyway?” The rabbit asked. “One powerful enough to knock out a big bear?” There was a brief pause. “I bought it as a precaution. Back when I first got Capone from you. In case whatever hypnotic brainwashing you did with him faded or failed or something…” “Nice to know you have such faith in my abilities.” The rabbit chuckled. “In this case, that lack of faith may have saved my life.” His owner said. “Who the hell is this guy anyway? You said…” “I know I said I captured and brainwashed the whole Beast Bears gang.” The rabbit interrupted. “And I did, I’m certain of it. This guy… maybe a former member, or a friend who knew the gang but wasn’t part of it, there are several possibilities.” Capone heard his owner let out a tired sigh. “So, what do we do now? I have an unconscious biker bear in my living room who is going to be very angry when he wakes up!” “Relax, my friend, I’ll take care of it.” The rabbit said. “I turned a whole gang of aggressive biker bears into submissive obedient pets. One more will be easy enough. Come on.” The rabbit entered the living room, followed by Capone’s owner, the pudgy middle-aged raccoon with his silver-topped walking cane hobbling with his usual slight limp. The raccoon stopped by the kneeling Capone and gave his head fur an affectionate stroke, causing the bear to relax and smile. He glanced up at his owner, thinking, as he often did, about how much he loved and adored him and would do anything to please him. Meanwhile, the rabbit was getting set up, dragging a heavy chair into the middle of the room in front of the large TV. He then retrieved the small duffel bag he’d arrived with from beside the door and unpacked a DVD case and a large bundle of rope. “Capone.” The rabbit said as he stepped over the unconscious black bear. “Could you please help me with this guy?” After his owner gave him a nod of approval, Capone rushed to be a good helpful obedient pet and helped the rabbit lift the bear into the chair and hold him there while the rabbit proceeded to tie him to it with multiple layers of rope. “I can do the initial brainwashing here.” The rabbit explained as he placed his DVD in the player. “Enough to get him under control. Then I’ll take him home to complete the process and get him fully trained. Then, I’ll just have to find a good home for him.” He looked at the raccoon. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in another pet?” Capone had returned to kneeling beside his owner, who patted him on the head. “No, thank you.” He smiled. “Capone here is all the pet I need. Since I got him, I’ve become really rather enamoured with him.” “I’m glad it worked out.” The rabbit grinned and nodded as he stuffed a ball gag in the black bear’s muzzle and secured it in place. “Now, why don’t you two leave me to my work here? I’ll call if I need any help.” As his owner led him out of the living room, Capone caught a glimpse of the TV, now displaying a series of swirling hypnotic patterns and colours. Capone followed his raccoon owner upstairs to the bedroom and spent a few hours serving his sexual needs. Of all his duties, it was the one the bear pet liked the most, allowing him to be close and intimate with the one he was utterly dedicated to and loved with all his heart. By the end, they were both sweaty and sticky and Capone’s ass was sore from getting fucked several times, but it was a good kind of soreness. After a quick shower, they returned to the living room to find the rabbit had been busy. The black bear was awake, untied and on his knees, a blank look on his face, chanting ‘I will be a good and obedient pet’ over and over. “It’s all gone very well.” The rabbit explained. “Oh, and by the way, it turns out he was a friend of the gang, but never actually a member. Once I had him in a trance, he told me everything I needed to know.” “So…” The raccoon said. “He’s not going to be a problem?” “Not at all!” The rabbit laughed, patting the black bear on the head. “This guy is now under my complete control. By the time I’m finished with him, he will not remember Capone, his old life, or ever having been here.” The rabbit left shortly after that, the black bear biker obediently following him out. The raccoon thanked him for his help and the two of them promised to stay in touch and see each other again soon. Once they were gone, Capone looked to his owner. “Sir?” “What is it, pet?” The raccoon said. “I am very confused, Sir.” Capone confessed. “Who was that rabbit? And what was with that black bear biker who knew my name?” “My dear Capone,” his owner told him. “It’s nothing for you to be concerned about. Do your best to forget about them and put this whole thing out of your mind.” And so, Capone did just that, instead focusing his thoughts on his duties and serving his owner. After all, he was a good obedient pet for the raccoon he loved, and he didn’t want things to be any other way… Revenge With a Visor “Finally, you’re back!” “Yes, Master.” Burton said, head bowed submissively as he stepped into the main lounge of his owner’s living quarters. The big musclebound brown bear, wearing only his usual skin-tight black shorts, padded over and fell to his knees beside his Master’s chair, awaiting commands. His Master, a rat who was considerably smaller and scrawnier than his slave, lounged in his big comfortable seat. With a wave of a small paw, he deactivated the holo-screen he’d been using and glowered at the bear. “You’re late, slave.” “My apologies, Master.” Burton responded, feeling bad at having disappointed his Master, even if it wasn’t his fault and he couldn’t have helped it. It was just part of his programming. “The annual physical took longer than expected.” His Master rolled his eyes. “Damn law requiring all slaves to get regular check-ups. The number of times I tried to get that thing repealed.” He sighed. “But I guess too many other members of the Galactic Senate are soft-hearted fools intent on treating you slaves as more than the pieces of personal property you truly are…” Burton remained silent. As a mindless brainwashed slave, he had no opinion on the matter. It was his place to wait until his Master had finished the latest of his regular rants and issued him some commands. The rat suddenly broke off from what he was saying, as if realizing the big bear was still there. “What the hell are you waiting for, you dumb slave? Fetch my afternoon tea!” “Yes, Master.” Burton nodded and was quickly on his feet, scampering off to the kitchen to prepare his Master’s usual peppermint tea. It had been a year now since Burton’s enslavement. Since the rat slave traders had visited his primitive world and tricked his tribe into donning their mind control visors. He vaguely remembered being one of the ones who had resisted, having a visor forced over his eyes by his fellow bears who were already under the rats’ control. It was probably just a matter of time until that memory was gone. Most of his other memories of his old life had faded and vanished since his brainwashing. Of course, he had been more than just brainwashed by the rats’ incredibly advanced technology. His body had been enhanced with genetic manipulation techniques to make him stronger and live longer. While most of his fellow bears from his old tribe had been sold off in bulk lots as labourers, Burton had been determined to be suitable for life as a personal slave and had been sold off at auction. From what he’d heard, he’d fetched a very good price when he had been bought by the retired senator looking for servant he could use and abuse as he saw fit. He had been in his Master’s service ever since. It was not always a pleasant experience, but as a lowly mindless slave, it was his place to endure whatever his owner and Master decided to do with him. It didn’t take long to prepare his Master’s tea and was soon heading back to the lounge with a tray on which sat an elegant teacup and a self-heating pot of tea. As he went, without even thinking about it, he took a detour to the hallway beside the front door, where he retrieved the item he had been given during his check-up earlier. He hooked it on the back of his shorts, where his Master would be unlikely to notice it… Once back in the lounge, he placed the tray on the small table beside his Master’s chair and proceeded to pour the rat’s tea. He noticed that his Master wasn’t paying him much attention, having reactivated his holo-screen and using it to review the latest new reports from the outer colonies, while grumbling to himself under his breath. Something clicked in his head. Now was the perfect time. Reaching a paw behind his back, he retrieved the item. With a deep breath, the bear suddenly moved quickly, swiftly slipping the item, a high-tech mind control visor, over the rat’s eyes, where it instantly activated. “What the hell are you doing?” His Master managed to cry out before the visor took effect and he fell silent, the device across his eyes beginning the process of brainwashing the rat. Burton was a little confused by the question. He was a thoroughly brainwashed slave. He was doing the only thing he was capable of doing. He was following his programming. Succeeding in placing the visor on his Master caused another piece of his programming to kick in. He reached over and used the holo-screen to access the penthouse apartments comm-systems and sent a signal. He then fell to his knees and silently waited. Less than an hour later, there was a chime that indicated a visitor was at the front door. Burton was instantly on his feet, padding to the door and allowing the new arrival inside. It was a small rat, young, but thin and gaunt. Burton recognized him from his past visits as his Master’s son. The bear slave followed him respectfully into the lounge. The son laughed when he saw his father with a mind control visor over his eyes. “It actually worked!” He looked to Burton. “It seems the large bribe to the med-techs who performed your physical today was worth it! The extra bits of programming they put in your head to get you to do this seem to have worked wonderfully.” The rat returned his attention to his father. “That damn visor wasn’t cheap either. The one’s designed to work on us rats are highly restricted, as they’re only supposed to be used on dangerous convicted criminals. Thank goodness for the black market.” As Burton watched impassively, the son poked his father in the chest, but the older rat was too busy getting brainwashed to react. “This is your own fault, father, you overly controlling, smug, superior asshole. All those things you said about me, such horrible insults… and threatening to cut me out of your will… Well, I couldn’t let any of that stand, could I?” He sighed. “I wish I could see the look on face as you realized I had beaten you. But sadly, you’re already too far gone. Soon enough, you’ll be a mere mindless slave, ready to be sold off under a fake identity I already have set up for you. Of course, first I’ll have you sign over all your money and possessions to me. Everything that is yours will be mine.” The younger rat turned and ran his eyes over Burton’s muscled body. “Like your magnificent slave here… In fact, I’m going to get started doing what I want with him. Slave! Into the bedroom with you, I have some long-standing sexual fantasies about you I’m finally able to indulge in!” With no objections or conflicting commands from his owner, Burton’s programming compelled him to obey all orders from rats, as they were all his superiors, especially if the rat in question was his Master’s family. “Yes, sir.” The big bear said, leading the way to the bedroom, the younger rat following with a perverted grin on his face. They left the older rat behind them, slumped in his chair with the visor over his face continuing to do its work reprogramming him into a mindless brainwashed slave… |
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