Recruits Pt 03

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Several days later...

A naked white lion, more muscled than the scientist who'd been tormenting him, heaved and powered down the corridor. Without a scrap of clothing on him, his bare hind paws pounded the floor as he launched himself forward, heart pounding, his super-strength aching through his muscles.

Sieg grunted, alarms blaring -- but he'd been the only hero to get out of the pods! Yet the Commission wasn't about to let him go so quickly, caught mid-stride as a latex-pod struck him.

Schlick!

Latex wrapped around him, spreading out from the pod to encase him all over, restricting the range of his limbs, though it didn't cover his face.

"Unff... No!" He yowled, his tail trying to lash even as it was encased in a slick, tight coat of latex. "Release me! This isn't right!"

Sieg snarled and showed his teeth but he was weakened after being in the pod already, milked while his cock was out. The flesh of his cock was raw and aching, but the latex didn't care about that as he was molested, working its way up even between his butt cheeks.

"Now, now..." A guard towered above him as he grunted, on the ground and dizzy. "They have a separate holding area for you."

Sieg was helpless to do anything as he was taken to a tank instead of the pods, which would suppress even his powers. He grunted as the latex flowed into place on his body, covering his cock in a thin layer that stretched and pulled with every throb. It seemed to pulse lightly over his shaft -- or maybe his dick was just that sensitive. His mind had to make sense of everything that was happening to him, one way or another.

"Unff... Nnngghhh..."

In the tank, his body was held fast, his arms held slightly up in front of him as if he was begging -- or in the process of trying to raise them. It was impossible to say as machinery inserted a thick vibrator into his ass: one that could be used as a plug or a dildo, however, was needed to stimulate him. Sieg grunted, but it was not as big as the one they'd used on him in the pod.

The worst was yet to come as he groaned and a slim tube slid into his dick.

"Mmmph... No... No, don't do this, stop this! You don't have to do this!"

Some part of the lion thought he could appeal to their sensibilities, though it was the white lion, who was slimmer and less muscular than him, that stood there, observing him through the clear wall of the tank.

"There's no use in fighting it," the strange lion said, a creepy grin twitching at his lips. "There's nothing you can do. Give in and this will all be easier for you, kitten."

Sieg grasped for his powers, yet they slipped away from him. His muscles ached with a strange sense of weakness, pulling him down, but the latex swallowed him up, drowning him.

"For your infraction of escape, you will be brainwashed," the lion said, as if it was all par for the course for him. "And then...dronification, I think. That is a fitting punishment and you will still be useful to us."

Sieg screamed, trying to fight the latex, to hammer on the walls of the tank, yet his limbs moved slowly and sluggishly. The latex was not his bondage but it stripped him of even a meagre show of strength, a gas mask descending over his head. That was linked to a tube, the purpose of which became clear when the tank bubbled with a splash and froth of water.

It filled quickly, even though it was not water, swiftly coming up over his head, even though the lion could still see through the eye-plates of the gas mask. He howled into it, trying to thrash and twist back and forth, but his limbs sloshed very faintly through the liquid, dulling and slowing him.

He tried to throw the mask off his head, yet no amount of meagre twisting and pushing got it off him. He couldn't even use his hands, fingers thick and dull with latex, and Sieg's heart dropped.

All of his strength...gone. He was used to being in control, to having some manner of power. What did that make him if all his strength, even his regular strength, was gone?

Noise flooded the mask, clearly with speakers on the sides. He moaned and grunted, shifting his hips, his cock still hard and throbbing. The latex pulsed around him with the slim tube penetrating his dick deeply, a strange sensation rolling out from his crotch. He was never meant to be penetrated there, no, but his body still screamed for something he could no longer give it.

Under his tail, the dildo vibrated anxiously as the brainwashing filled his ears and spun across the front of the mask, not allowing him to see out from it at all. The dildo stayed deep, seeming to swell against his prostate, although there was naught that the lion could do about it.

Sieg grunted, tonguing the front of the mask and the strange curve of the tube there. Twisting and rocking, he tried to find a way out, clawing his way up. But his feet barely left the ground as he floated there, suspended and weightless in the horror of the tank, his hips weakly thrusting and rolling, though it looked like he was just wriggling in the water. His strength had seeped from him and he wouldn't have been able to survive without the tank and the Commission, for the lion would have simply crumpled to the floor if he was outside the tank.

Sieg did not know they'd used Aono's powers to contain him, having found a way to manipulate the latex into a weapon. In the end, it didn't matter anyway. However, the fluid sloshed around the lion in the tank, his thick, burly muscles rendered as useless as limp noodles as he tried to thrash, tried to fight off the influence of the brainwashing.

"Give your cum."

"Let go."

"Release your seed."

"You are weak."

"You were never strong."

"You exist only for us."

On and on and on, the words came, filling his ears as if he was the one thinking them. He tried to yowl around the tube against his lips and the mask pressing down on his face, although it didn't really feel like he was in the tank anymore.

It felt like he was elsewhere, perhaps with a partner, even though Sieg knew that to be false. He couldn't see anything, but he felt them, their fur under his fingertips. Even though his hands were covered in latex, he didn't feel that anymore, not in the slightest, thrusting and grinding, even though his hips barely twitched and pumped forward.

He wanted to thrust, despite knowing it was wrong, but the burning within him called for more, so much more. Sieg gargled and hacked within the gag, eyes welling up with moisture, yet that was merely his body expressing the strain in the only way it felt able in that moment.

No one, not even a hero, could prepare for something like that, after all, and Sieg was only a lion. He was not infallible, not in the slightest, not as he groaned and tongued the tube, his eyelashes fluttering as if his eyes were trying to open. He wasn't sure if his eyes were open or closed anymore, but it didn't matter. He was already too far gone to be saved.

"Unff... Mmmnnnn..."

Even though his cries could not be heard within the mask, he moaned and grunted like a whore, hating the fall of himself. He crumbled, toppling down and down and down, though a pedestal such as his was not to be emulated by anyone. Heroes were meant to be broken, for no one could remain that powerful for the entirety of their lives.

They were targets, just like those captured by the Commission had become.

"Guuuuuhhhhh! Mmmmnnnnnn..."

His guttural moan trailed off as his hips weakly pumped, showing his lack of strength as he was observed from outside the tube. He shot his load into the tube, the seal tight around the head of his cock, although it would never quite rub his flesh raw. With every hump and grind of his hips, every pump of his seed, his strength drained from him, weakening further. No longer simply neutralised, they took from him what he had worked so hard to do good with in the world.

No... This can't be happening... I can't be like...

Sieg shuddered, grunting and sighing heavily, lungs aching. His mind shifted.

I must... Can't... Give cum... Seed... Cum...

As the brainwashing sank deeper into him, he forced on his load, even though the strain of cumming so hard burned through his cock and balls. His body was not made to be able to cum like that and yet he blinked rapidly, the signals from his brain no longer reaching parts of his body as effectively as before through the network of electrical signals in his body. The Commission didn't need him to be "normal" like that, after all.

Can't let them pump...more seed, Sieg thought, fighting against further intrusive thoughts with every fibre of his being. The sleeve... I've got to get...it off my dick!

Sometimes the words dug into his psyche and sometimes he was able to push back against them, twisting his hips from right to left and back again. If he could only get the sleeve off his dick... Maybe things would be better then? Maybe that would give him a chance to escape, to find any way out of there.

Of course, with the mask in place, brainwashing him bit by bit, Sieg could not see that he was in the worst predicament of all the heroes. However, he still fought, humping and thrusting, even if that pushed him closer to another orgasm, all against his will. His arms pulled behind his back as the latex sucked around them, acting as a form of bondage as it forced him haplessly into position.

Straining and arching his back, unwittingly pumping his crotch forward, the lion didn't know he was leaning into all they wanted him to do, even then. He grunted and groaned, drooling within the mask, yet Sieg truly was helpless. As his cock was pumped and teased, the sleeve worked its way back and forth along it, rippling and pulling as if it had some form of sentience to it.

No... Must...resist.

"All of your cum belongs to us."

No...no, it's not. Doesn't...

But Sieg couldn't string his thoughts together coherently, not as blistering pleasure overwhelmed his body all over again. He howled into the mask, his own breath bouncing back into his face in a wash of stale air, as climax ripped through him. He pumped his hips futilely and sent thick streams of cum into the tube, the Commission stealing his seed despite his best, weak resistance.

"Nnnnnnoooooooo!"

They'd never catch his cries, though his attempt to speak was recorded by the systems monitoring him within the tube. All he was, after all, was information for the Commission in that way. Although the lion with super strength most certainly was a hero they had sought to capture for the massively overpowered weapons, most likely, they could craft from his power.

The second shot of cum weakened his mental resistance more that time, patterns dancing before his eyes. His pupils tracked them, locking on to each shape as it danced and twisted, hypnotising. The lion's jaw fell slacker, tongue trying to loll out even within the mask.

"Mmmmmmph..."

"Your cum is always ours."

"You belong to the Commission."

Some of the voices in his head made little sense, as if they were talking over one another, though that matched with the dizzying patterns before his eyes too. He grunted, his cock throbbing deliciously, even if he knew too that he had to fight it.

How could someone like him, however, fight pleasure? The spirals and flickering lights caught his vision, to the point he felt like he was being drawn into them. It was spellbinding and he groaned, letting it happen even if he really had no say in it at all.

Sieg's cock ached deeply as he rolled his hips, wanting to spear into something, the pulsating throb of it too lustful to ignore just like that. He had to rock and he had to grind, his mind screaming at his body for falling as easily into the pleasure as it had. But what else was the feline supposed to do?

It was too much... They had him, their property, even if he never really consented to it. To Sieg, it had all been a trick, forcing him into the building under the pretence of help -- but things had escalated so dramatically from there.

He rocked back faintly, even if it was mostly the latex restriction moving him, shifting him, forcing his body to grind just as the Commission wanted. He could want to thrust and hump and yet there was a definite limit to his wobbly limbs after his powers had been sapped, drained from him like water swirling down the drain.

"Mmmph... Nnnggghh.."

He growled and grunted, having lost all control. There was nothing else for him, just following orders.

"Thrust."

"Nngghhh!"

He did as the instruction said, hearing it in his head and not even worrying about where it was coming from anymore. With the loss of his mind came the loss of any concern at all over what was happening to him. There was nothing there, just pleasure, his tongue flickering out and brushing his teeth, even if there was nowhere for his tongue to actually go. The dildo in his ass pumped viciously, grinding in with raw, ruthless intent, even if there was no way for Sieg to possibly know what the other heroes had gone through. There was nothing in his mind to tell him that what he faced was so much worse than any of their torments.

A drone had nothing there, just a blank slate, a being capable of following orders. They could have pulled Sieg out of the tank to utilise him, but, well, what was the point in that?

"Nnnff! Rrrfff!"

"Thrust harder!"

The voice came with a sharp snap of a command and he slammed forward, making his back arch so even his waist pushed up a little with the sheer force of his thrusts. The water shifted around him and it was in testament to his desperation to obey that he was able to move to that extent at all.

As the property of the Commission, he would first contribute semen for their cause, until they found a use for him as a drone. A drone, after all, could be weaponised. The other heroes had already been weaponised, of course, and the special abilities of the "black puppy" had been blended with the "white puppy's" latex power, all so they could weave control over and around him.

Not that any of that would matter to Sieg. His mind was not broken, simply brainwashed. And all the lion existed to do was as they bid, completing the Commission's mission.

In the same room, the wolf, Daybreak, rocked and ground, eyelids fluttering. He didn't recognise the room around him, though felt a strange sense of being there before, as if there was something there that caught something deep in his psyche.

It didn't matter, not as his breath rasped through his chest and windpipe, huffing and panting. He snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth.

"Agh... You're never going to take my semen!"

A scientist, a sheep with black wool, rolled his eyes and adjusted the settings on Daybreak's pod, increasing the intensity of stimulation.

"We've heard it all before, wolf," he muttered. "Ah, I mean... We'll get your cum from you, wolf! You're going to fail, be broken down by the Commission!"

Daybreak heaved, anger flaring within him. How could they just say that? He growled and heaved, fur matted up, though his limbs were sucked back and locked into the pod, forcing him to remain in place. His muscles burned but, somehow, they didn't quite seem to work as they should.

Of course, Daybreak didn't know his body had been drained of its powers, fighting tooth and claw, snarling and snapping. His cock throbbed lustfully, the head feeling wet in a way as if he had cum already. But that had to be impossible...right?

Daybreak grunted, clamping his jaws shut, heart hammering as they drew semen from him. In a way, he seemed distracted from his own orgasm as he humped and ground, his hips working and thrusting vehemently without the conscious thought from his mind. It wasn't him doing that -- not really! But he was still breaking, spending his seed, letting the Commission take it from him as the scientist studied and mocked him.

"You've failed everyone, we're going to use you to bring down the other heroes," the sheep said, pushing his glasses up his nose, though the lines he used seemed familiar to Daybreak, somehow. "Nothing you do is going to work... You can fight as much as you like, fallen hero, but this is your life now. Giving your seed, giving your life, all in service of the Paranormal Commission."

His cum, so precious to him, was not his to claim, not anymore. Daybreak's heart heaved, too heavy in his chest, and his lungs burned as, forlornly, he raked in anxious breath after breath for his lungs.

He had to fight it, had to hold back, for himself and for the other heroes. He had to follow his pledge and his moral code, to never allow himself to be broken.

Dimly, Daybreak was aware without truly knowing, that it was all hopeless. Even though his mind had been re-set, he growled and grunting, snapping while he pumped his hips.

"Mmmph!"

Daybreak rolled his hips, thrusting towards another orgasm, screaming inside his head.

On the screen outside his pod, the number of mind re-sets had reached eighty times. It was a wonder he was even still functioning in any way, although there were plenty of tricks the Commission could use to keep him functioning in just the way they needed. Heroes too were understandably resilient.

So, he was broken and milked of his seed, thrusting and humping, his tail even wagging, much to Daybreak's dismay. He didn't want to look like he was enjoying anything in the slightest, some other scientists coming and going, though Daybreak didn't have a flash of recognition with all of them.

He'd been there before...and yet it was the first day in his mind.

The wolf howled brokenly, throat quivering as the strangled sound cut off in a wet sob, another shard of the proud wolf's pride crumbling.

Recruited by the Commission, none of them had even stood a chance.