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“Come in! Come in!” The glassy-eyed polar bear obeyed, but at that moment, he was incapable of doing anything else. He stepped through the open door into the large house beyond. The black furred bear at his side grinned wildly at the tall and muscular guy now standing in his hallway as he closed and locked the door behind them. He turned and called out “Brian!” A short and stocky panda appeared from the kitchen doorway. He was wearing only a skimpy red jockstrap and a leather collar padlocked around his neck. “Yes, Master Derek?” “Make me some coffee, would you?” The black bear said. “And go let Tyrone and Maxwell out of their cages and release Jacob and Francis from their vac beds. Tell them all to get showered and cleaned up. I have found a new slave for my harem here and we're all going to have a lot of fun breaking him in tonight!” “Yes, Master!” Said the panda, happily and enthusiastically, rushing off to obey. The black bear took the polar bear's paw and led him through his expansive home until they reached his study. He took a seat in a leather armchair and when he told the polar bear to kneel, he silently obeyed. “Right then,” Said the black bear, rubbing his paws together. “Let's get started with getting to know you a little better, Jason. We didn't get much beyond names back at the club before I hypnotized you. And then of course I had to get you out of there before anyone noticed.... So, you will answer my questions truthfully. Understand?” “Yes.” The kneeling Jason said, his voice flat and monotone. “How old are you?” The black bear began. “32 years old.” Jason replied. “And what do you do for a living?” The black bear asked next. “I am a police detective.” The hypnotized polar bear answered. “You're a gay cop?” Derek laughed. “That's so hot!” “I'm not gay.” Jason said. The black bear frowned at that. “You're not? Then why were you at a gay bar?” “I was undercover.” Jason explained flatly. “Investigating the disappearance of several males who were all last seen at that bar. You matched the description of someone seen talking to each of them, so I approached you to talk, to try to determine if you had anything to do with it.” Derek let out a long sigh. The police were on to him again. He really didn't want to once again have set free his slaves after wiping their memories and move across the country with a new identity. He'd put a lot of time and effort into building his harem, hypnotizing and thoroughly brainwashing each subject, and he'd grown very fond of each of them. But then he relaxed as he realized he wouldn't have to do anything that drastic this time to avoid arrest. Because this time, he'd managed to ensnare a cop working the case. Once Jason here was fully enslaved, he'd do whatever the black bear told him. He'd be able to divert the investigation away from Derek and his harem. Unfortunately, it did mean this hot and handsome police polar bear couldn't become a full-time part of his harem. He would be far more useful where he was, protecting his Master from the interest of the authorities. Oh well, the black bear thought. If he was careful, Jason here could still pay him and the harem an occassional visit. And they still had tonight, him and his other slaves having their fun with him while he received his full hypnotic brainwashing. Derek was particularly looking forward to pounding the polar bear's cute bubble butt. “Best not waste any time.” Derek muttered to himself, standing up and heading to his desk, where he kept his special mp3 player, the one loaded with all his best and most powerful hypnosis and brainwashing tracks. Soon, the kneeling polar bear detective had the player clutched in one paw at Derek's command, the ear phones planted in his ears and the first of the tracks pumping into his head. The black bear stood back and watched in satisfaction as a big happy grin appeared on the new slave's face. It indicated it was working. In just a matter of hours, Jason's mind would be completely under his control, to alter and remould however he wished. Smiling, Derek left him there, heading off to check on his other slaves and make sure they were ready for the sex-filled night that lay ahead of them. They were going to have such fun tonight with the new polar bear slave!
Sir Roderick burst into the throne room, brandishing his crossbow. He had to move quickly, take out the mage before he had time to react, to use some form of spell against him. The king, sat in his ornate throne, looked up in surprise. As did the grizzly bear mage in the black robe standing beside him. Where he often stood ever since King Marston had appointed him his primary court advisor five years ago. And in those years, the blasted mage had seemed to exert more and more influence over the once great tiger king, Marston becoming more and more quiet and withdrawn, often looking somewhat dazed and glassy-eyed. His commands and proclaimations had become more and more brutal and ruthless in that time, often only coming on the advice of the bear, the mage often seen whispering in his ear. Many suspected that the bear had him enthralled by some spell to do his bidding, but Roderick had actually managed to confirm it, sneaking a trusted young wizard into court one day. That wizard had sensed the presence of powerful mind control magic. As a loyal knight of the crown, it was Roderick's duty to save his the king of a life of such enslavement, of being a mere puppet for some power-hungry mage. He had chosen a time when the royal court was adjourned, so that there would be no one around to try and stop him. When he crashed into the room, the only other person present was the small mouse who was the king's personal servant, who had cried out in fear and cowered behind he throne. Neither the king nor the bear mage moved as the black bear knight raised his crossbow and fired. The bolt sailed through the air, straight and true, striking his target square in the chest, sending him crashing backwards, landing in a heap on the marble floor. King Marston remaiend motionless, his expression blank, not seeming to notice anything around him. “Majesty, you are fee now...” Roderick began to say, but stopped. He was suddenly frozen, unable to move a muscle,feeling the unmistakable tingle of magic rippling across his body “Oh, he's not free. And now, neither are you.” The king's servant stepped out from his hiding place. His left paw was glowing with magical energy. The small mouse looked sadly at the fallen grizzly bear, with the crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest. “Such a shame you had to kill my decoy.” Roderick's blood ran cold. He'd just assumed the bear was the one in control... “He was originally my mentor, you know.” Said the mouse servant, waving at the dead bear. “And I was his apprentice. But I quickly surpassed him, and eventually use some hypnotic enchantments to place his mind under my control.” The mouse grinned at Roderick. “I'll bet you never had the faintest idea that I started serving the the king here at about the same time he appointed his advisor. No one ever pays much attention to the servants, so posing as one seemed the perfect way to hide in plain sight.” He stepped over and wrenched the crossbow from the knight's grasp, tossing it aside. “Of course,” he continued. “There was always the chance that the king's change in behaviour as I took more and more control of his mind would arouse suspicions. And some brave hero might get it into his head to find out who was responsible and put an end to them. Hence setting up a decoy, the sinister mage, always standing by the king, whispering in his ear.” He chuckled. “And here was me fearing the evil advisor thing might be a little too obvious for anyone to actually be foolish enough to fall for! Thank you for proving me wrong on that, Sir Roderick.” The mouse suddenly took a deep breath, waving his paws through the air in a series of complex motions. As he did so, more and more magical energy crackled and sparked across them. “However, I am now in need of a new decoy.” The servant mouse said. “And King Marston will need a new advisor now that my former mentor has been tragically killed in what we will tell people was a 'crossbow accident'. I'll have the king declare a day or mourning or something. And then he will appoint you as the replacement.” Roderick tried to struggle, to break free, to do anything to avoid what was coming. But it was useless. The mouse's magic was too strong. “Which just leaves the matter of enchanting your mind.” The mouse said. “Making you my loyal puppet, just like your beloved king...” He unleashed his magic at the frozen knight, and in an instant, the bear's resistance and free will had been blasted away, forever sealing his fate as a obedient servant of the magic-wielding mouse...
Carlos lay on the bedroom floor, writhing in agony, clutching his head. “What the fuck is happening to me?” He cried out. It felt like a lightning storm was raging in his brain, electric blasts of pain arcing through his skull Standing over him was Garret, the big muscle-gutted polar bear he'd met earlier, his face now utterly devoid of all emotion. He immediately suspected that he must have something to do with this. He was completely unconcerned with what was happening. When Carlos had met him in the gay bar, he'd seemed so fun and loving and compassionate. They'd hit it off immediately, Carlos had always been seriously attracted to bigger guys. So when Garret had asked if he wanted to come back to his apartment, he'd jumped at the chance. And of course, being somewhere private together had led to their affection becoming more physical until Garret and dragged the unresisting hyena into his bedroom and several hours of passionate sex had resulted, the polar bear fucking him like a pro, in one of the hottest sexual encounters Carlos had ever had. But soon after they were done, the head pain had started... “The pain will pass soon.” Garret said, flatly. He simply stood and watched. “It is merely a result of the nanobots rewiring your brain. Once they fully colonise the pleasure centre, they will begin stimulating it to mask any further pain while fully reprogram you.” “What...?” Carlos managed to stammer before another wave of pain hit. “I am a recruitment drone for my Master.” The polar bear explained. “He has laced my cum with the nanobots he created. You received a dose of them when I fucked you. They will have made their way through your body to the brain, where they are now converting your mind into that of a slave drone.” “No!” Carlos cried in desperation. “I...” More pain hit, and he realised it was true, he could feel his mind falling apart, his memories disappearing. Thinking was becoming more and more difficult.... And suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washed through him, wiping away the pain. It was incredible and overwhelming, occupying his whole mind and preventing him from forming any conscious thoughts. The hyena writhed on the floor, his entire being awash with pure ecstasy. He couldn't focus enough to think about anything whatsoever and right then, he didn't really want to, he was so absorbed in feeling such incredible pleasure. After a time, the pleasure died away. Carlos lay on the floor panting as his conscious thought returned. At least, what little of it he was now capable of. He knew the nanobots in his head had completed their job. The hyena was no longer Carlos, but a slave drone, property of his Master. He existed purely to obey Master's commands. He still had all the memories and knowledge of his old self. But it was just there so that he could pose as Carlos if Master required. Beyond that, it was unimportant to him. Master and his commands was all that truly mattered now. He got to his feet, looking at the polar bear, who he recognized as a fellow drone. “My conversion is complete.” He said. The bear nodded. “You must present yourself to Master. He will grant you a designation and assignment.” The new drone knew exactly where to go. The nanobots had programmed the location of Master's home into his mind. He started getting dressed so that he could proceed directly there. The polar bear paid him no more attention. He checked the time. It wasn't too late in the night. He grabbed his own clothes and started pulling them on, intent on returning to the bar. It was possible he might be able to meet another guy and tempt him into some sexual activity before the night was up. And even if he didn't, there would be tomorrow night. And the night after. And however many nights his Master wanted him to keep on recruiting new drones. |
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