|
“And who the hell are you?” Captain Courage looked the newcomer up and down, the one who had just approached him. He was a tall, lither lion in a black leather costume, with silver trim. He was grinning unnervingly at the superhero. But the hero wasn’t worried. He was Captain Courage, powerful and experienced panda superhero who had saved the world multiple times. He doubted this obviously wannabe super-villain would pose much of a real threat. The lion shrugged and chuckled. “I doubt you’ll have heard of me, I am kind of new to all this.” He paused and struck a dramatic pose. “But I’ve decided to go with the name Roar Master.” As the lion moved, Captain Courage thought he spotted a glint of metal at his throat, hidden by his mane. A concealed weapon maybe? He made a mental note to be cautious. “And how did you find me?” The panda superhero demanded. “Oh, it wasn’t difficult.” Roar Master said. “Although it did take a little time and effort. But for you, it was more than worth it.” He winked at the panda before continuing. “I simply observed your movements for several weeks looking for patterns. And I noticed that whenever you patrol this part of the city you usually stop on this remote rooftop for a quick rest, probably to get your breath back after all that flying about. Then it was simply a matter of waiting here every day at the right time until you showed up.” The panda hero shook his head. The lion’s prattling was giving him a headache. Well, maybe not a headache, it was more an odd tingle in his brain… “Look, what do you want?” Captain Courage asked. “Are you here to challenge me, to fight?” “Oh, hell no!” Roar Master laughed. “I mean, you’d beat me easily! I mean, yeah, I am a super-villain, the cliché black outfit kind of gives it away. I considered going with something more colourful, but black looks so good on me…” The panda rubbed one side of his head, the lion’s constant talking was getting to him. “Get to the point!” He growled. “Hmm? Oh right!” The lion villain smiled broadly. “Instead of fighting, I was thinking you’d just submit to me and let me enslave your mind and make you my loyal obedient minion.” “You’re delusional!” Captain Courage spluttered. “That’s not going to happen.” “Really?” Roar Master grinned an evil grin. “Kneel!” Before he knew what he was doing, the panda superhero had dropped to his knees. “What the hell?” He exclaimed, starting to get up again. “Stay on your knees!” The lion commanded. “And keep your paws behind your back!” The superhero found his body obeying the orders. He started to struggle and strain, but found he couldn’t move from his kneeling position, or move his paws from behind his back. “What is this?” He glowered at the lion villain. In answer, the lion brushed aside his mane to reveal a patch of metal embedded in his throat. “A little something of my own creation.” He explained. “A very special implant in my larynx. Whenever I speak, it adds all kinds of hypnotic sublininals and inaudible ultrasonic programming signals to my voice.” He straightened his mane, hiding the implant once again. “Basically, anyone who hears me talk gradually gets brainwashed into becoming my loyal slave. The more they hear, the more brainwashed they become. It’s why I was talking so much…” With this new knowledge, Captain Courage’s first instinct was to cover his ears. But then he realized why he’d been commanded to keep his paws behind his back before the villain had revealed anything. He was defenceless and falling more under this villain’s control with every word he spoke. His head was starting to feel so strange, his thoughts becoming fuzzy and hard to focus. But he was Captain Courage! He wasn’t going to give up! He closed his eyes and focused the concentration he could on overcoming Roar Master’s commands and moving his paws. With a mighty effort, he was certain he felt one arm move slightly… The lion villain was watching and laughing. “Still fighting it, eh? We’ll soon take care of that…” He drew in a deep breath and let out an almighty roar. The sound slammed into Captain Courage’s ears like a tsunami, washing over his thoughts and obliterating his resistance. The hero was left feeling slightly dazed, his thoughts fragmented and confused. Hadn’t he just been trying to do something? Something important? “A neat little feature I built into my implant.” Roar Master said. “When I roar, it delivers a concentrated dose of the brainwashing signals. In case I should ever want to speed up the process, rather than sit back and enjoy it.” Resist! Captain Courage realized. He was supposed to be trying to resist this handsome and attractive lion, even if he couldn’t quite remember why. After all, the lion was obviously someone magnificent and it would be an honour to serve him… The panda shook off that thought. No! That was the lion brainwashing him. He was going to resist and break free and… He then heard the lion draw in a breath. The second roar seemed to easily blast through the tattered remains of the panda’s thoughts, sending his mind reeling and his head spinning. After a moment, a degree of thought returned, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what he was supposed to be doing. All he could tell for certain was that there was a sexy and glorious lion standing in front of him, who was obviously superior to him in every way. He felt a straining at the crotch of his spandex costume as he thought about maybe devoting his life to serving this lion as a loyal slave… No, that didn’t seem right. Some small part of the panda’s mind was certain this was all wrong, even if he couldn’t quite piece together why exactly, and confusion once more filled his head The lion villain noticed the panda hero’s confused expression. “One more should do the trick, I think…” He said, and without hesitation, roared at Captain Courage again. The sound seemed to echo around the inside of the panda’s head, destroying all doubt and confusion, wiping away any last vestiges of free will. His muscular body shuddered with delight as the irrefutable knowledge settled into his mind that he was Roar Master’s loyal mindless slave, devoted to serving and obeying him always. That thought filled him with such pleasure that he orgasmed hard, cum spurting from his rock hard cock in his costume, a dark wet stain spreading across the groin. A moment later, the panda was spent, panting heavily where he knelt. He looked up at the lion. Every last fibre of his being now told him that that this lion was his Master. “Thank you for enslaving me, Master.” The former panda superhero said. “This lowly slave is now ready to serve you.” “Of course you are.” He patted the and affectionately on the head. “I guess that means we can call this first major test of my implant a success!” He suddenly looked thoughtful. “Now I need to decide which superhero I should try talking to next…” Awakening “Wake up!” The panda awoke at the command, his eyes snapping open. Standing over him was eager looking badger in a black leather bodysuit adorned with armoured steel plates. “Stand up!” The badger commanded. The bear knew he had to obey. He knew with every fibre of his being that his purpose was to obey this badger, his Master, known as Dr. Sinister. As he hauled himself off the cold metal table on which he had been lying, the panda pondered how, even though he knew that, he apparently didn’t know anything else about himself. Nothing about who he was, where he came from, not even a name. The panda stood before his badger Master, glancing down at himself. He was heavily built, wearing a brightly coloured red and blue spandex outfit that hugged his bulging muscles like a second skin. A flowing cape hung from his shoulders. What could it possibly mean? “What are you?” Dr. Sinister demanded. The answer came to the panda’s mind in an instant and was out of his muzzle before he knew what was happening. “This panda is brainwashed slave drone.” He said. “Drone exists solely to serve and obey its master, Dr. Sinister.” The badger grinned broadly, looking very pleased with himself. “Then you are not Ultra-Panda?” The slave drone’s brow creased in confusion. He didn’t know who this ‘Ultra-Panda’ might be, and so wasn’t sure why his master might think it was him. “No, Master. Drone does not know anyone by that name.” “Good.” The badger nodded approvingly. “Although you are wearing his outfit. Rip those clothes off your body.” “Yes, Master. Drone obeys.” The panda slave drone proceeded to tear the spandex outfit from his body, ripping the fabric apart and tossing it aside. It was very easy and the drone suspected he might have some form of super-strength. Once it was done, and he was stood there naked surrounded by the shreds of the outfit he had been wearing, Dr. Sinister stepped toward him and handed him a bundle of latex. “Here, put on your new uniform, slave.” Unfolding the bundle, the panda discovered it was a black latex bodysuit, with built in gloves, boots and hood, and a red stylised ‘S’ symbol on the chest that he somehow knew was his Master’s logo. He quickly obeyed his Master, pulling on the latex and tugging it into place until the shiny black material encased his body, clinging to his muscular physique. The smiling Dr. Sinister looked him over, chuckling to himself. “Excellent.” He said. “Now tell me, slave, will you serve me in any way, obey any and all commands, use your superpowers to do whatever I desire? Even if it involves death, destruction and would domination?” It was only when his Master mentioned ‘superpowers’ that the knowledge that he had powers returned to him. He was super strong, physically invulnerable, and capable of flight and channelling cosmic energy into powerful force blasts. He didn’t know why he had these powers, and didn’t care. All the slave drone cared about was his Master. “Yes, Master.” The panda said. “Drone will obey all your commands and serve you in all things, now and forever.” Dr. Sinister laughed out loud and turned away from the latex clad panda slave drone to address a camera on a tripod nearby that the panda hadn’t noticed when he woke up, his attention having been solely on the badger. “So, as you can clearly see,” The badger said into the camera, waving a pw dramatically at the panda. “The former Ultra-Panda is now under my complete control, utterly brainwashed and my loyal slave drone. The world’s greatest, mightiest, most powerful superhero now serves me!” The panda simply stood and waited for more orders from his Master. No other thoughts entered his head. “I give all you world leaders out there this one chance.” The badger said, his voice taking on a slight growl. “Submit to me. Hand over your control of your countries to me, or my new slave drone here will crush you and conquer you in my name. You have 24 hours.” And then the badger reached over and switched off the camera. Dr. Sinister rubbed his paws together, a gleeful gleam in his eyes. “That transmission went very well! Now we just need to wait for their responses. Either they see sense and surrender, or you will destroy them for me, won’t you, my slave?” The super-powered panda slave drone bowed his head submissively in response. “Yes, Master, whatever you command…” The Secret Life of Super-Tiger Super-Tiger soared high over the city. His heart was starting to beat faster with anticipation as he realized he was almost at his destination. As he approached his apartment building, he quickly used his enhanced vision to scan the surrounding area for anyone who might be watching, just as he always did, and upon seeing no one, zipped downward at super-speed and slipped through the skylight of the penthouse apartment. His home. The muscular superhero silently touched down in the middle of his lounge, and turned to face the short and slightly stocky raccoon who was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, and smiling at him. The tiger knew what was expected of him and stood to attention, his arms behind his back. “Good evening, Sir.” The raccoon stood up and approached him. He was wearing only some black leather trousers and leather boots. Without hesitation, he started groping and fondling the superhero, paws running up and down the tiger’s muscular spandex-clad frame. “Good evening, hon.” He said. “Busy day?” Shuddering slightly with delight as the raccoon’s paws explored his body, Super-Tiger responded. “Thirteen minor crimes stopped, the plans of two major super villains thwarted and the monthly full meeting of the Justice Squadron to discuss team business and potential world threats. So, not particularly busy by my standards.” “Well, it certainly sounds exhausting.” The raccoon chuckled. “I think you’re probably in need of relaxation.” “Yes, Sir.” Super-Tiger agreed. “Would you like me to change into my leathers for you?” The raccoon considered this. “No, not tonight. I feel like having you in uniform tonight.” He sniffed and wrinkled his nose. “Although, perhaps a fresh one. This one seems a little grimy and smelly from your day’s exertions. Go have a quick shower and change.” “Right away, Sir.” The tiger nodded and headed off to the bedroom, stripping off his skin-tight spandex costume once he got there before heading into the adjoining bathroom and stepping into the shower. Standing naked under the cascading water, Super-Tiger contemplated his life, and in particular how he could never share this part of his secret identity with anyone, not even his fellow heroes in the Justice Squadron. They just wouldn’t understand. After all, he was the great Super-Tiger, paragon of justice, one of the most powerful superheroes on Earth, respected around the globe, renowned as the greatest superhero in the world, always standing up to evil and protecting the innocent. That was the tiger they all knew. How could any of them understand that he secretly harboured strong BDSM fantasies? That in particular he had a huge hypnosis fetish? That he had a Master that he loved and adored? A smile spread across his muzzle as he thought about Master Ryan. He really did love that raccoon with all his heart and would do anything for him. He didn’t like to think about what his life might have been like if he’d never met him. For so long, he’d repressed his secret fetishes, tried to ignore them, no matter how much they kept intruding on his thoughts. Eventually he had started anonymously visiting a few online message boards, just to talk to people about his desires, hoping that would help him supress them. It was through such a message board that he met Ryan. He and the raccoon had just hit off and connected so well. Ryan had shown a legendary amount of patience and understanding with him, helping him understand his fetishes and gradually pushing him to explore his fantasies, to accept that they were a part of who he was. Before Super-Tiger knew it, he had fallen in love. It was almost a year before they had actually met in person, and then another six months before he felt comfortable revealing that he was the mighty hero Super-Tiger. That had shocked him and freaked him out a little, and it had taken Ryan a while to adjust to the idea, but he had supposed he owed the raccoon some patience and understanding. Eventually, Ryan came to terms with the fact that the submissive, kinky, hypnosis loving tiger he’d been seeing was also the world’s greatest superhero. Shortly after that, Super-Tiger had got down on his knees in front of the raccoon and asked him to be his permanent Master. And now it was almost five years later and the superhero loved what his life had become. His days spent protecting people and saving the day, and his nights spent with his Master, under his complete control. A part of him did wish his fellow heroes could be told about this part of his life and in particular the guy he loved. But he knew it wouldn’t go well. At best, they’d all look at him differently, as if what he did behind closed doors made his some kind of freak. At worst, they might assume Ryan was some villain in disguise, using hypnosis to brainwash him. No, it was for the best he kept this secret from them. He finished showering and quickly dried himself off. He then grabbed a fresh uniform from the secret compartment in the back of his closet and slipped it on, the red and blue spandex costume tight against his bulging muscles. Returning to the lounge, he found Master Ryan waiting for him, now wearing only his boots (which Super-Tiger knew he would likely be licking and worshipping at some point that evening) and a skimpy leather jockstrap. The superhero noticed in one paw the raccoon was clutching a leather collar and a leather hood. He knew the collar was his, always locked around his neck when under his Master’s control. The hood meant that Master might want to do something with him on camera tonight, make a video to put online. Although Super-Tiger had at first hesitant about doing stuff on camera, it was still appealing to the exhibitionist in him, there being a bit of a thrill to the world getting to see this side of him in some way. And Master Ryan was always very careful, having him masked or hooded, and never having him use his powers on camera. No one ever believed it was him because of course the big mighty Super-Tiger, symbol of goodness and virtue, would never do any of the perverse BDSM things he was shown indulging in. It was always assumed he was some tiger porn star in a replica superhero costume. Super-Tiger fell to his knees in front of the raccoon, the mere anticipation of what was about to happen causing his cock to harden and strain against the fabric at his groin. Master Ryan didn’t keep him waiting too long, standing up and padding over to him. He patted Super-Tiger on the head, playfully ruffling the fur. “There’s my cute hunky superhero. All clean and ready to submit.” “Yes, Master!” The kneeling superhero said eagerly. The raccoon simply chuckled and proceeded to slip the leather hood on over the tiger’s head, the smell of it filling the feline’s nose, the tightness of the leather against his skin familiar and welcome. Once the hood was on, tightened and laced up, the collar went on next, the thick black leather was wrapped around his neck and buckled closed. There was a reassuring click as a small padlock was used to lock it in place. Master Ryan stepped back, surveying his work with a huge grin. “I do so love this look.” He said. “The contrast between the brightly coloured spandex costume and black leather of the hood and collar. And of course, the feline wearing it all is a sexy musclebound hunk. That helps too.” “Thank you, Master!” Super-Tiger always liked pleasing his Master. “Now, are you ready to submit and relax?” Master Ryan asked. “For you, Master. I always am!” Super-Tiger said, unable to stop smiling under his hood. The raccoon laughed, stepping forward and leaning in to plant a kiss on the tiger’s leather encased forehead. “You always say such sweet things, my dear hero.” Stepping back a few paces, Master Ryan planted his paws on his hips and fixed the kneeling superhero with a powerful glare. “But now… Super Slave Submit!” After five years of regular hypnosis sessions with his Master, involving regular reinforcement of that trigger phrase, Super-Tiger slipped into the hypnotic trance easily, a great wave of relaxation washing over his body and mind, all his cares and worries falling away. This was always a moment he loved, giving up control of his mind and body to his Master. With so much of his time spent making big life and death decisions that affected so many, he relished being able to give up that responsibility for a time, to let someone else, someone he loved and trusted completely, to do all his thinking for him and allow him to simply enjoy the bliss of mindless obedience. Ryan always let him remember everything once he was brought out of it, every feeling, action and experience of these sessions, so he knew full well how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being so utterly enslaved. It only took a few moments for the superhero tiger to reach that state, his mind blank and empty of all worry, his whole being filled with ecstatic joy about being so deeply under his Master’s control. The tiger gazed adoringly up at his raccoon Master. “Slave is ready to serve you, Master.” “I know.” Master Ryan grinned. The deeply hypnotized Super-Tiger waited eagerly for his first command to obey. The only knowledge in his head was that he was a lowly mindless slave, he belonged to Master Ryan, who he loved more than anything, and would obey him always, without question or hesitation. In this state, the result of many hours of hypnosis sessions, he existed solely to serve, obey and please his raccoon Master. He simply didn’t care about anything else, and wouldn’t until his Master eventually released him from this trance. And that was just the way the tiger liked it… |
Multi-Part Stories / Short Stories