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“No! You can't be here! It's impossible!” “And yet I am here...” Mega-Lion stumbled backwards away from the grinning leather-clad badger stepping casually towards him, his thoughts a jumble trying to determine how the Reprogrammer could possibly be here in his hideout. “You're supposed to be in jail!” He stammered. “I've heard nothing about your escape!” “Of course not!” The badger chuckled. “I don't want anyone hunting for me after all. But surely you remember I have the ability to reprogram the minds of others with just a touch?” He did, of course. He could hardly forget, what with having been one of the badger's former victims, captured and reprogrammed, he'd been a slave of the Reprogrammer for nearly a year before the badger had been defeated and he had been freed, his mind restored. “Well, one of the prison guards got careless and got too close when I didn't have my gloves on.” The badger explained. “He was quickly mine, and through him I was able to get access to and enslave the entire staff of the prison. I had them release me and they continue to file reports of my continued incarceration.” The lion was wondering what he could do. He had to get out of here before the badger managed to touch him... Didn't he? Maybe he could...? He suppressed that shameful thought as he often had before. No! He had to get out of here, raise the alarm... “And my first thought was to come reclaim my favourite slave.” The badger said. “I have missed you.” “I won't go down easily!” The lion snarled, starting to summon up his power. “I'll fight you...” “Oh please, we both know you won't fight me.” The Reprogrammer giggled. “You're actually going to beg to mine again!” “What the hell are you talking about?” Mega-Lion said, even though he knew the answer, the fight suddenly going out of him. “Oh come on now.” Said the badger,with a roll of his eyes. “You know I've been inside your head. So I know how deep down, you seriously enjoyed being controlled and dominated by me. It had been something you'd secretly desired for many years before I came along. I would not be surprised if you'd fantasized many times about exactly this happening, me reappearing to take control of you once again.” He flushed with shame, but remained silent, unable to bring himself to admit out loud how the badger was absolutely correct. About everything. He'd been trying so hard to suppress and ignore such shameful desires, but sometimes they'd been too strong and he'd given in to them. Just a few days ago, he'd spent an evening masturbating furiously to the thought of being controlled by the Reprogrammer again. And then he'd spent the whole next day feeling guilty and ashamed. “I'm right, aren't I?” Said the badger, laughing uproariously. “I can see it in your eyes!” The lion stayed silent, still unable to admit it. “It's okay.” The Reprogrammer, said soothingly. “It's nothing to be ashamed of...” “Yes it is!” The lion growled back. “You're a villain, I'm a superhero, I can't let...” “Yes, you can.” The badger said. “All the lives you've saved as a hero, don't you deserve a reward? Don't you deserve happiness? Remember how blissfully happy you were , under my control. You can have that happiness again...” A big part of him yearned for that, to experience that mindless bliss once again as he was dominated completely, in mind and body. It was so tempting to give in and embrace that part of himself... But it was wrong! Wasn't it? He'd thought it was. But with the badger now here and offering what he'd often fantasized about, he wasn't so sure. Could it really be so bad to indulge that submissive part of himself and allow himself some happiness? The badger was still talking, his voice soft and almost affectionate. “I can take away all your shame and doubt, give you a life of domination that you've always wanted... All you have to do is beg for it...” The lion frowned. “What?” “You heard me, slave.” The badger replied, folding his arms across his chest. “This will be so much more satisfying for both of us if you accept your fate willingly. So, I want you to get down on your knees, where you know a slave like you belongs, and beg for my control.” He almost fell to his knees right then and there, but managed to stop himself. Hearing the badger's strong commanding voice again was sending shivers through him, giving strength to his desires. But yet, he was still resisting the urge to give in. Barely. “I... I can't...” He said, stumbling over his words. “I know you can, slave.” The badger said, his tone firm. “Now, kneel and beg!” “No...” The lion gasped. “I... I...” “Kneel and beg!” The Reprogrammer barked. “Now slave!” Instincts kicked in and Mega-Lion obeyed the forceful command, dropping to his knees. He opened his muzzle to speak, but again stopped. Surely he wasn't about to really do this? To give in just like that? “Almost there, slave.” The badger grinned. “Just one last step. Beg for what you want, let me know what you truly desire. Now!” Something in the lion snapped, his will to resistant breaking as his yearnings took over. “Please, Sir.” He blabbered. “Make me your slave again... Please control me, reprogram me, enslave and dominate me.” The Reprogrammer let out a satisfied chuckled. “Very good! That'll do nicely!” He stepped forward and planted a paw on the lion's head. Mega-Lion let out an excited gasp as a familiar energy surged through him, reprogramming his brain, wrapping itself around his mind, locking away his free will. Within a moment, his cock was hard and leaking as he felt the badger's mind push into his head, wiping away all his doubt, filling him with happiness as his Master's dominating will embedded itself in every fibre of his being. He knew absolutely that he was under the badgers complete and utter control once again and he loved it, accepting that he truly wanted nothing more than to be the badger's slave for the rest of his life. When the Reprogrammer pulled back his paw, barely half a minute had passed, but it had been more than enough time to fully enslave the superhero. The lion gazed up at the badger, his expression filled with love and gratitude. “Welcome back to your true self, slave!” The badger smiled down at him. “Thank you so much, Master!” Mega-Lion said, a few tears of joy slipping from his eyes. “Thank you for enslaving me again. It feels so good to be yours again! Deep down, I missed you so much!” “I know you did.” The badger said, patting him on the head. “And this time, I'll make sure you'll never be free of my control again. Even if I have to reprogram and enslave everyone in the world who could possibly stop me. You'll be happy to help me with that, won't you slave?” “Yes, Master!” The lion nodded enthusiastically. “I am yours to control and command. I'll do anything for you!” “Excellent!” The badger smirked. “Now... you may cum!” Mega-Lion's whole body shuddered in delight, a powerful orgasm hitting him, his cock spewing out cum inside his spandex costume, a dark patch rapidly spreading across the crotch. He felt so amazingly happy, like he was finally back where he truly belonged and wanted to be, as a loyal and loving slave of the Reprogrammer.
Greetings. Don't bother trying to change the channel, I am broadcasting this to every television across the planet, on every channel. I advise you to listen up, as I have important information for you all. Maybe some of you recognise me, or have heard of me. I am Lord Overmind, wolf, super genius, superior to all. I am known as a criminal, a warlord, a super-villain. But I am in fact the future ruler of Earth, a goal that is finally within reach. I am making this announcement to inform you all that the final phase of my plan is at hand. Do not resist me, or attempt to stop me. Submit or be destroyed. Now, many of you are probably expecting that your precious heroes, the pathetic 'Planetary Protectors' will stop me. It is a reasonable expectation, after all, they have defended this world time and time again from multiple threats, and always succeeded in defeating whatever villain they faced. However, this time, things are different. Allow me to show you by panning the camera across to reveal the other side of this chamber... Your eyes do not deceive you. Those kneeling figures gazing at me in adoration are indeed the Protectors, every last one of them. Completely under my control. I have spent the past few years capturing them one by one, subjecting them to my brainwashing machines and then releasing them back into their lives to await the day when I would make my move. And that day is today. Let me demonstrate. You...Ultra Bear, on your feet and step forward. Isn't he impressive? All muscles contained in a tight red and white spandex suit. By far the most powerful superhero in the world, an icon of justice and heroism. But now my loyal mindless slave. Ultra Bear, lick my boots clean! See how he says 'Yes, Master' with such enthusiasm? See how he obeys without hesitation? This hero, along with every other here that I have enslaved, will happily do whatever I command. Whether it's licking my boots, sucking my cock, or aiding me in conquering the world. So as you can see, I have a horde of super-powered slaves at my command, in addition to my vast intellect and advanced weapons of my own creation. The feeble armies of the world stand no chance against me. So I once again warn you. Do not oppose or resist me as I take control of the planet. You cannot hope to stop me. To do so will only result in your death. I advise you to be wise and submit. Join these heroes in becoming my subjects. You have no other realistic choice. End broadcast... Starblast stared down at the costume in his paws, rubbing the fabric longingly. He'd worn this outfit for so many years, for a lengthy career as a superhero. Now that was over. He'd removed it for the last time, leaving him naked. “Toss it aside.” The former hero obeyed automatically, flinging the spandex outfit away, watching as it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. “Now destroy it. Remove the last piece of your old life.” The cougar raised a paw, ready to unleash a blast of his cosmic energy, but hesitated. Surely, he couldn't really do this? He had to fight this. But it was so hard, he had so little resistance left after all this time... “Still putting up a fight? Impressive. But we can easily put a stop to that...” A thin mouse in a black and grey outfit stepped into his line of sight, smiling. A mouse that went by the name Hypno-Master. “Just look into my eyes...” He tried to stop himself from looking, but failed. As soon as his he looked at the mouse's glowing eyes, it was like his mind simply switched off, his thoughts completely open to be twisted and altered by the mouse's hypnotic power. It was just like every one of the many many other times he had looked into those eyes over the past several months since first encountering the mouse. Months of his free will being gradually wiped away, his desires and fantasies twisted, falling more and more completely under the control of the mouse. His new Master. For several moments, he was frozen in place, feeling the mouse's power flow through him. Then it was over, Hypno-Master stepping back. “There.” He said. “Feeling less conflicted now? Ready to obey my every command?” “Yes, Sir.” Starblast nodded. “You want to give up being a hero and devote your life to serving me as one of my enslaved henchmen, don't you?” “Yes, my Master.” The cougar replied. He really did. He knew that desire had been implanted by the mouse's power, but his mind was too far gone to care. Wherever it had come from, that desire was in him, and it was overwhelming. “Then prove it, slave.” The mouse said, pointing at his costume on the floor. “Destroy your old uniform.” This time, the cougar obeyed without hesitation, raising a paw and unleashing a blast of yellowish energy at the pile of crumpled spandex. A second later, it had been reduced to smoking dust. “Excellent work!” The mouse said, the compliments filling the cougar with pride. “Now, the hero Starblast is gone for good. You're happy about that, aren't you?” “I...” The former hero paused. He did feel happy about that to a degree. But there was still a tiny part of him that longed to go back to being a hero... The mouse sighed. “I see your transformation isn't quite finished yet. Look into my eyes again...” Another few moments of being subjected to the mouse's intense power yet again followed, before Hypno-Master asked again. “You're happy that your old identity of Starblast is gone for good, aren't you?” “Yes, Master.” The cougar said, smiling happily. All his doubts were now gone. “Good.” The mouse said. He gestured to a nearby table. “Then its time to don the uniform of your new life. The uniform of one of my obedient minions.” The cougar strolled over to the table and immediately began pulling on the garments. A pair of tight and skimpy black leather shorts, some spiked black leather gauntlets, and a leather hood with the number '9' on the forehead. Once he was dressed, the mouse looked him up and down, nodding his approval. “From this day forward, you are simply slave #9.” “As you command, Master.” Slave #9 said. All thoughts and memories of his old identity were quickly fading. “It's always fun when I have another male finally fully enslaved.” Hypno-Master laughed. “Even more fun this time as you are my first super-powered slave. But hopefully not the last, not with the information you've provided about some of your fellow superheroes, their weakness and secret identities.” The mouse waved a paw in the direction of the other side of the room, where eight other muscular males of varying species stood to attention side by side, blank looks on their faces. They were all dressed identically to the former superhero except for the number of their hoods. “Go take your place among your fellow slaves, 9.” He ordered, with an evil grin. “I have work to do, plans to make... There's so many hot males out there in need of hypnotising and enslaving. It seems a hypnotic super-villain's work is never done...” The cougar obeyed his Master, strolling across the room to stand next to the other slaves. His head was empty of thought and free will now, all traces of the superhero known as Starblast were gone. He was nothing but one of the mouse's enslaved henchmen now... |
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