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“Confirm your name and rank.” The tiger blinked as consciousness seeped back in, his head feeling slow and sluggish. “What... what's happening?” He tried to move, but found his heavily muscled frame had been secured to his chair with heavy straps. “Why am I restrained? Have we arrived at Dynonisus IV?” “All will be explained in time.” Said the tall and thin wolf seated in front of him. “Tell me your name and rank. Now, solider!” His genetically hard-wired obedience instincts kicked in at the barked command. “Colonel Tyrone Barrett, Sir!” The wolf smiled as he checked something on the small hand-held computer he had clutched in one paw. “Very good. Matches with your ships records and confirms your genetically engineered predilection towards obedience. I guess the military scientists who designed you didn't want you questioning orders, eh?” The colonel glanced about, but saw no clues as to what was happening here, just a small empty metallic room with the two of them and their chairs. He could feel the thrum of distant machinery, starship engines he guessed. So he was on a ship of some kind. His head still felt fuzzy and he shook it, trying to clear it. The last thing he remembered was going into cryosleep for the journey to Dynonisus IV where he and his troops were due to aid in the subjugation of the planet. He looked down and realized he was dressed only in the blue briefs he'd been wearing when he got into the cryo-pod. That probably meant he hadn't been out of hibernation for very long. “What is going on here?” He demanded of the wolf. “Who are you? Have we reached Dynonisus IV?” “Oh no, I'm afraid you're a long way from your destination, Colonel.” The wolf grinned, looking up from his computer. “You see, as far as we can tell, your spaceship was hit by an asteroid. It knocked you off course and destroyed your propulsion systems and communications array. Emergency systems diverted all power to the cryo-pods to keep the passengers alive. Your ship was left drifting through space until we stumbled across it and woke you up.” The tiger colonel thought about this. “Then how long...?” “Seventy-two years, six months, seventeen days.” The wolf answered before he could finish the question. “It's quite a long cryosleep you've had.” “What about the war?” Colonel Barrett wanted to know next. “Oh, the Thurman Wars are long over.” The wolf said, waving a paw dismissively. “I dare say the galaxy is quite different now from when you went to sleep. For example, genetic engineering is banned pretty much everywhere, so there are few magnificent specimens like you and your troops around these days. Which makes discovering your ship such a stroke of luck.” The wolf ran his eyes over the tiger. “I mean, just look at you! Enhanced physique, strength, stamina and life span. And another few hundred just like you still asleep! Your ship is a practical gold mine!” The tiger was confused. “What kind of salvage ship is this?” The wolf laughed. “Ah, I see you have misunderstood the situation! This ship I'm captain of is not a salvage ship. My crew and I are not scavengers. We're slavers.” “What?” The tiger colonel spluttered. “Oh yes, there's a thriving intergalactic slave trade these days.” The wolf explained. “Well, with all the mind control tech left over from the Thurman Wars, there was bound to be. Most governments across the galaxy decided to simply legalise and profit from it rather than oppose it...” “I will not be a slave!” Barrett snarled, struggling against his bonds. “Of course you will!” The wolf captain giggled. “There's so few genetically engineered slaves about, they're in high demand. Whenever one of you goes up for sale, you sell for a huge amount! Why, just a fifth of the soldiers on your ship will make every member of my crew rich beyond their wildest dreams! We'll all be able to retire to a life of luxury after this score...” “I am a loyal solider of the Regalis Regime, not some slave!” The tiger colonel spat. The wolf captain sighed. “Sorry to have to tell you this, but the Regime got wiped out during the last days of the wars. If I remember rightly, Overlord Regalis himself was brainwashed and enslaved and sold to a brothel where he lived the rest of days getting fucked for money.” The tiger gaped at him. Surely that couldn't be true? The glorious and supreme Overlord, the one he had been programmed to serve, reduced to some slave prostitute, and now long gone? A feeling of emptiness washed over him, an uncertainty over what he was supposed to do without the one he was sworn to spend his life serving. The wolf stood up and approached him. “It doesn't matter really. You'll soon forget all about him. I'll be sure to erase all memories of him during your brainwashing.” He slipped a device over the tiger's head, a sort of visor over his eyes with a partial helmet, securing it in place with several straps. The visor blocked the tiger's vision, but he could still hear the wolf continuing to talk. “Once you've been reprogrammed, which will be easy with your in-built leaning towards obedience, you will help us enslave your troops. You will order them to co-operate with us as we wake them up and they will obey their commanding officer.” Finishing what he was doing, the wolf stepped back. “And you'll soon have someone new to devote your life to... Namely me! Your fellow soldiers will be sold, but I've decided to keep you for myself. I mean, an incredible specimen like you, how could I resist? You're going to be my slave, servant and fucktoy.” Colonel Barrett was barely listening, still processing the loss of his Overlord. But suddenly the visor over his eyes activated, filling his vision with hypnotic light and colour, as he felt energy pulsing into his brain. In an instant, all conscious thought was eradicated, his mind empty. He was vaguely aware of new knowledge and desires being forcibly inserted into his head, but didn't care. In this state, he was wholly incapable of forming any thoughts or feelings. He had no idea how long it went on for, all sense of time lost to him as his mind was rewritten. But suddenly it was done, the light from the visor dying away as it deactivated. A second later, the device was pulled from his head and he looked up at the wolf. Except he no longer saw a wolf, but a magnificent specimen of a canine male. He found new purpose filling every fibre of his being as he knew absolutely that this wolf was his Master, now and forever, the one he would serve and obey for as long as he lived. He found that while he been brainwashed, his restraints had been released. He slipped off his chair and fell to his knees, where he knew he belonged. He glared adoringly up at the wolf. “I am ready to serve you, my wonderful Master!” “Of course you are.” The wolf smiled. “Now, we have a little time to spare before we need to get to work enslaving your fellow soldiers. Strip off those briefs and bend over. I've been looking forward to fucking the hell out of that nice plump ass of yours. The slave tiger that used to be Colonel Barrett happily obeyed and before long his new Master's canine cock was pounding into his tail-hole. To his newly reprogrammed mind, it felt fantastic. He was awash with feelings of gratitude, satisfaction and contentment and finding his true place in the universe as this wolf's brainwashed slave... Welcome back to another thrilling episode in the adventures of space hero Rex Starstorm! Last time, Rex and his plucky sidekick Cocky took off in their rocketship to thwart the latest sinister scheme of Minos the Mighty! Crash landing on Planet Z, they were captured by the evil bull warlord's soldiers. After an attempt to escape, our daring bear hero is brought before Minos himself... ... Rex Starstorm strode defiantly into the throne room, flanked either side by massively muscled guards in skimpy leather uniforms. He approached the stairs leading up to the throne and glared up at Minos. The big bull laughed manically at the sight of his enemy, standing up and dramatically swishing his cloak. “At last, Rex Starstorm, you are at my mercy! You cannot stop me this time!” The bear struck a heroic pose, fists planted on his hips, and grinned an extraordinarily smug grin. “We both know that's not true, Minos! I'll thwart you this time just as I always have!” “But this time is different, my annoying nemesis!” Minos gloated. “My latest invention, the Minionizer Ray (patent pending), is a work of genius!” He snatched up a futuristic looking rifle from beside his throne. It was covered in silvery paint and seemingly pointless blinking lights. “One blast is all it takes to transform anyone into one of my muscle-bound minions, brainwashing them in the process so that they are utterly mindlessly obedient to me!” Minos let out another maniacal laugh. He'd practised his maniacal laugh long and hard and was determined to fit it in wherever he could. “And once I have finished construction of the enlarged version, I will be able to turn everyone on Earth into my mindless minions with one shot! I will rule the world!” He followed up his traditional supervillain monologue with another laugh. It seemed appropriate. “An evil scheme indeed.” Rex Starstorm declared. “But doomed to fail now that I am here to put a stop to you!” “You will not stop me!” Minos laughed, raising his Minionizer Ray. “Because you will be the Ray's next victim! In but a moment, you will be one of my mindless minions!” The bear hero looked suddenly confused. “Wait... you can't do that! That's not how these things go!” Now Minos frowned in confusion. “Excuse me?” “You know very well what I mean, Minos!” Rex said, stabbing a paw at his enemy. “You can't just go changing the narrative conventions like that! You are the evil villain. I'm the dashing hero. After the monologue, you send me back to my cell. I escape, rescue the sidekick...” The bear paused as he noticed the villain wincing. “What? What is it?” “Your sidekick...” “Cocky?” Rex said. “Where is he? What have you done with him?” The bull ducked his head sheepishly. “He's standing right beside you... I kind of already used the Minionizer Ray on him..” Rex turned to look at the guards and suddenly realized that yes, one of them was in fact his loyal sidekick. But he was no longer the precocious pipsqueak rabbit he'd once been. Now he he was a massively muscled brute with a blank expression. “I don't believe it!” He stammered, before looking back at the villain. “Why didn't you say anything?” “I was hoping you'd recognize him...” Minos said, sadly. “I thought it would create a nice dramatic moment, provide some nice character development for you, having to deal with having failed your sidekick...” “Dramatic moment? Character development?” Rex spluttered, incredulous. “Are you insane? We're a pulp sci-fi action adventure series, not bloody Shakespeare! Our audience doesn't want anything like that! They want cliched 'good always triumphing over evil' story tropes!” “Yeah, well...” Minos shrugged. “That gets a bit boring after awhile, you know?” “I don't care, you moron!” Rex snarled. “Now steady on. No need for name calling.” The evil bull warlord said, looking offended. “I just thought we could try something a little different...” “Different?” The bear briefly buried his face in his paws. “For crying out loud... We don't do 'different'! We do familiar and predictable! Are you really so stupid as to think we could possibly get away with some kind of ridiculous 'villain triumphing' story?” “Don't call me stupid...” Minos growled. “Well, you are stupid!” Rex shot back. He once again looked at the creature that had once been his sidekick Cocky. “I mean look at this! Sidekick's are for being menaced by the villain and rescued by the hero! They exist to make the hero look better! They're not meant to be transformed into big dumb mindless slaves dressed like a reject from a cheap 70's sword and sorcery B-movie crossed with a leather fetishist!” “Hey! I happen to like the look of my guards' uniforms!” The bull warlord growled. The heroic bear rolled his eyes in response. “That just means you just have poor fashion sense to go with your poor judgement and poor intelligence.” He sighed. “I'm going to have to find a new sidekick now, do you have any idea how annoying that is?” “Okay, I have had enough of you insulting me!” Minos said angrily. “And I am sick to death of your damn superior attitude!” He raised his Minionizer Ray. “Screw the fucking narrative conventions!” “Hey, what do you think you're...?” Rex began, but was quickly cut off as he was hit by a blast from the bull's weapon. Yellow energy rippled across his body as he let out a cry, his body thickening and expanding. Within seconds, the polyester jumpsuit of his Space Force uniform was splitting at the seems as his muscles grew and bulged massively in all directions. The ursine space hero was powerless to resist as his mind was altered and twisted by the energy of the ray, his intelligence and memories burned away in surge of ecstasy, leaving him dumb and mindless. New desires were then etched into his brain, filling his newly reduced mind with the knowledge that he belonged to Minos the Mighty, he was his slave and minion. As the crackling energy from the blast finally died away, the bear's body finally stopped growing, leaving him huge, the last shredded remnants of his clothing slipping from the thick heavy frame of his new physique as he flexed experimentally, impressive bulging muscles rippling. “That's better isn't it, Rex?” Minos laughed. The bear nodded. He was now incapable of disagreeing with the bull, his Lord and Master. He struggled to form proper sentences as he replied. “Yes Sir... Me better now... Me slave... Me obey Master Minos...” “Excellent!” The bull said, ecstatic. He tossed aside his weapon. “We'll be doing this series my way now! Rex crawl up here to my throne and worship my boots, lick them clean. And you, Cocky, strip off that uniform. While Rex cleans my boots, I want you to fuck his ass, as hard and rough as you can!” The muscle-bound brute of a rabbit nodded. “Yes Sir.” Minos the Mighty sat and relaxed in his throne, watching as his minions moved to obey his commands. “This is going to be so much more fun than the usual crap we do! But that's enough for this chapter I think... Over to you, Narrator!” … Err... Yes... That was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Was that supposed to happen? Umm... anyway... Be sure to join us next time for another exciting chapter! Can our heroes adapt to life as dumb mindless slaves? Will they now aid Minos the the mighty in conquering Earth? Will they be involved in lots and lots of rough gay sex? Find out next time in... 'Orgy on the Enslaved Earth'? The first chapter of 'The New Erotic Adventures of Slave Starstorm'? Really? Oh well, that should be different... Entry #46 What a disaster! My prototype time machine has held up reasonably well during every test run so far, but has now malfunctioned badly. Several of the temporal displacement coils burned out on arrival. I'll have to find suitable tools and materials to repair them, or I'll be stuck in this time period, several thousand years in the future. However, my first impressions of this time suggest that might be difficult. Their are only ruins wherever I look. Whatever great cities may have once stood here are gone. An apocalyptic event of some kind? A war maybe? It's hard to say until I investigate further. Entry #47 I have encountered some people in this future time. But they are somewhat odd. There were three of them, two tigers and a rhino. They were all muscular, clad in skintight suits of some form of shiny latex like material that left nothing to the imagination. Including the size of their cocks. Upon talking to them, I discovered that they were a scavenger patrol, out collecting raw materials for their city. I was pleased to hear about the city, the confirmation that some form of civilization survives here in the distant future. They kept mentioning 'The Dominant' in reverential terms. I eventually deduced they were talking about an individual, the ruler of their society. They were shocked by my lack of knowledge of the Dominant, as apparently he rules over all civilization on the planet in this day and age. I made some excuses and left them shortly after that. I think they might have started to get suspicious of me. I'm not sure what to make of them or this 'Dominant' they spoke of, but my instincts are to proceed with caution in my search for tools and materials. Entry #48 I think it's time I made another entry. Shortly after my previous entry, I was attacked and have spent several days on the run. But they're gone now. I think they may have accomplished what they intended to do... They were similar to the scavenger patrol I encountered. All muscular bodybuilder physiques wrapped in skintight latex. But these guys, a hyena, a grizzly, and the biggest damn mouse I have ever seen, they were a lot more threatening, in tone and behaviour. As soon as they appeared, they ordered me to stand still and prepare to be 'converted', calling me a 'non-drone' and telling me that all must be enslaved to the Dominant. I ran, of course. But they pursued. They were incredibly fast and amazingly strong, seemingly tireless and smashing through solid walls almost without noticing. I'm guessing they were enhanced by some future science. Genetic engineering possibly. After several days of running and hiding, one of them, the grizzly, managed to get me, grabbing me roughly, his latex coated claws ripping through my clothes and piercing my skin. But then he released me and departed. I was suddenly of no interest to them any more. I was confused at the time. But now I think I know. I think those claws injected me with something. Something that is changing me. A mutagenic chemical possibly, or maybe some form of nanotech. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that I can feel my mind and body changing. I can already see that my body is noticeably more muscular than it used to be. I'm feeling stronger and more energetic than I ever have before. And my mind. I suddenly know things I shouldn't, as if new knowledge is being implanted in my brain. I know that this 'Dominant' is a lion, a genius scientist who saved everyone on the planet from the chaos following a devastating war by transforming them all into slave drones under his control, forming a new society dedicated to pleasure and scientific advancement, gradually rebuilding the world. I fear I don't have long left until this process finishes converting me into one of these slave drones. Even now, I have to resist the urge to drop to my knees and praise the Dominant, to lose myself in love and adoration towards him. But my will to resist is slowly crumbling. It's just a matter of time now... Entry #49 I can't believe I tried to resist the Dominant's control. What was the hell was I thinking? The chance to become a slave drone to the most amazing male who has ever lived? I should have embraced it and thanked my lucky stars that a lowly otter scientist like me was given the opportunity! But such stupidity is behind me now. The nanobots have completed their upgrading of my body and the reprogramming of my mind. All that useless free will is gone, replaced by the desire to devote myself to serving the Dominant, to being the best slave drone for him that I can possibly be. I am currently on my to the nearest city to report in and be assigned duties. I am also certain that my origins in the distant past will be of great interest as well as my knowledge of constructing a time machine. The thought of giving the Dominant the means to spread his wonderful controlling influence across all of time, enslaving everyone in every time period, gives me such a thrill. All must be enslaved to the Dominant! |
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