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When Liam cracked his eyes open, he winced in the bright lights that glared down from above.

“Ugh…whuh…what happened?” the kangaroo groggily mumbled, blinking to adjust better to the intense lighting. “What the…huh…”

Liam glanced down at himself when he realized he was sitting upright and couldn’t move—the kangaroo was completely nude, save for the strong, woven polyester belts buckled around his neck, shoulders, chest, biceps, forearms, wrists, waist, thighs, calves, and ankles that kept him securely strapped to the padded medical exam chair he was currently occupying. Dimly (though not without some small amount of excitement) realizing that he wasn’t going anywhere soon, the captive marsupial glanced around the room where he’d awoken.

The whole space was outfitted like a private laboratory; Liam saw clean white walls with a matching pristine white-tiled floor, black phenolic resin work tables with stainless steel supports, glass-doored storage cabinets stocked with an array of chemicals, test tubes, beakers, incubators, petri dishes, and plenty of other lab equipment, and additional tables devoted to a couple banks of computers and medical devices ranging from monitors, syringes, and electrodes to scalpels, specula, and more. There was a door set into the far wall, and a rectangular window beside the door allowed Liam to see that the adjacent room was a furnished office that looked like it belonged in a robotics company’s research and development department. When Liam looked up at the ceiling, he observed a massive apparatus hanging from a rack above him like some kind of grotesque chandelier—mechanical arms, computer processors and screens, silicone tubes, cables, storage compartments, and a central hub made the device hovering over him look almost like a spider hanging upside down, ready to drop onto him or grab him with an arm and drag him up to its web.

However, of more importance than the machine hanging from the ceiling was the bulky, muscular tiger sitting opposite Liam. Identical to the kangaroo, the feline was fully naked and sitting up in another medical exam chair with woven nylon belts keeping him restrained; his head still lolled to the side, his thick neck relaxed as he dozed…but he was beginning to stir. As the tiger slowly shook his head and grunted as he started to awaken, Liam gave in to temptation and gazed down at the fellow captive’s groin to get a good look at his manhood; while Liam’s cock had already begun to stiffen with the involuntary arousal of being captured in such a manner (despite his unease about the situation he’d found himself in, the kangaroo had a particular fondness for scenarios such as this and couldn’t help but start getting horny), the tiger’s long, thick pole was still semi-flaccid and hung low over his testicles; upon closer inspection, Liam realized that the tiger had a subincision that opened and widened his urethral opening to extend a quarter of the way down his shaft, and the tiger’s testicles bore three hafada piercings that formed a small scrotal ladder. Liam grinned and his heart pumped faster in excitement; having an ear gauge and a lip piercing himself, the kangaroo was no stranger to body modifications, but it was a real thrill to see someone go to the more extreme.

But Liam’s enjoyment of the sight before him was short-lived; Kassam the tiger began to wake up more fully. He breathed in…then yawned widely, showing off his sharp teeth, before he blearily opened his eyes and slowly took in his surroundings.

“I…huuuh, what the—where…whoa, hey! Ungh!” It didn’t take long for Kassam to comprehend that all was not well, and he immediately began to struggle against the straps buckled around him.

But as much as the tiger’s muscles flexed and strained, the belts prevented him from budging more than a couple millimeters—he was stuck, just like Liam.

Kassam growled irritably and his tail flicked back and forth in agitation as he glared at Liam. “You know what’s going on here?”

Liam shook his head innocently. “I just woke up right before you.”

Kassam glowered at the kangaroo for a moment…before he glanced down at Liam’s groin, taking note of his growing erection, then back up to meet the marsupial’s gaze again. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Liam shrugged as best as he could. “I…heh, I sorta like this kind of thing,” he admitted with a chuckle.

Kassam rolled his eyes. “Same here, but I prefer to be on the other side of it, and definitely not…trapped…like…this!” With every word, the tiger snarled and pushed against the straps keeping him in place; they held firm, though, and when Kassam figured there was no busting out of his restraints with brute force, he slumped…then spoke again. “Do you remember what happened before you woke up here?”

Liam paused, searching his memory. “I was…at Hightower…”

Kassam nodded in agreement, recalling he’d visited the same fetish bar for some frisky fun; he remembered going into the refurbished warehouse, ordering a few drinks, dancing, and feeling up a big bison who was eagerly grinding his ass against his crotch.

“I was hanging out at the bar…think I…went down on a few guys…but that’s it,” Liam mused, straining to remember…but there was nothing clear after the memory of sucking out a fresh load from a huge Great Dane…everything from that point on was a foggy haze.

“Yeah…last thing I remember was fucking a boy there on the dance floor…but I’ve got nothing from there,” Kassam said. He furrowed his brow in thought. “Hmm…I didn’t have anything apart from my drinks…”

“Same…think someone drugged those without us knowing?” Liam asked.

Before Kassam could reply, the door leading from the adjacent office to the lab swung open and a deep voice proudly announced, “That’s exactly what happened, gentlemen!”

Kassam and Liam swung their heads around in surprise to look at the newcomer: Dressed in a three-piece navy blue tuxedo, complete with a white shirt and a red bow tie under his collar, a strapping and sturdy oranger-furred smilodon strode into the lab. An extra ruff of white fur extended along his jawline like a bushy beard, and he wore a wide grin on his lips, his prominent and polished saber-like fangs on display and gleaming under the bright lights.

“Well done!” the smilodon continued; he let the door swing shut behind him as he confidently swaggered over to the tiger and kangaroo strapped to the medical exam chairs. “It usually takes my guests a lot longer to figure out how they got here.”

Liam frowned, confused, as the smilodon approached him. “I…I don’t remember you, though…”

“Ah, don’t you worry that cute little noggin of yours,” the smilodon chuckled as he patronizingly patted the top of the kangaroo’s head, right between Liam’s ears. “I didn’t drug your drinks myself, I bribed the bartender to do that for me; I also took great care not to let you see me until just now…but I had my eyes on you both for quite a while last night. Mmmf, quite the pair of specimens you are,” he added with a lusty growl as he glanced back and forth between Liam and Kassam. “Got the big burly brute,” the smilodon noted cheerfully, gazing at the tiger, before he looked at Liam again, “and the cute little slut…you two are going to be wonderful additions to my collection.”

Kassam shook his head and chuckled in disbelief, his voice tinged with the undertones of an angry rumble. “Oh no, we’re not going to be part of anything for you—let us out of here.”

The smilodon raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Is that so? You think you’re in control here?”

Kassam leered at his and Liam’s host—even though he was trapped, the tiger still looked positively dangerous as he replied, “Let us out of here. Now.”

The smilodon chuckled this time. “Now, now, I think we all know that I’m not going to do that anytime soon,” he said nonchalantly as he lazily stepped over to Kassam’s chair.

“If you don’t, I’m going to tear you apart,” Kassam snarled, his voice sounding coolly predatory and murderous now.

“Really, kitty?” The smilodon snorted, then playfully rubbed the fur on top of Kassam’s head, ruffling it. “I’d like to see you try—first you’d have to get out of those restraints, and I’ll let you know now that they’re rated to hold down a few elephants; you’re going to stay put just like your friend, who, I might add, seems perfectly happy where he is.” To emphasize his point, the smilodon nodded over at Liam, whose dick had stiffened to full mast; the kangaroo blushed, a little humiliated by his body’s response to being trapped in such a hopeless situation, but his cock twitched with arousal all the same.

Kassam growled low, a deep, resonant bass reverberating in his chest…before it exploded out in a bone-shaking bellowing roar. “COME OOOON! LET US GO, YOU FUCKER!” The tiger looked ready to combust as he screamed at the smilodon.

But the feline in the navy tuxedo simply tutted and shook his head. “Aw, it’s such a shame you don’t like my hospitality! After all the trouble I went through to make you comfortable, too.”

“Fuck you!” Kassam spat, struggling to twist out of the straps that held him to his chair.

The smilodon snickered while he raked his fingers through the fur on Kassam’s head, not caring one bit about the fact that the seething tiger was doing his utmost to escape. “Heh, that’s the spirit I like to see—good and aggressive! I think you’re going to be an excellent bodyguard and butler for me.”

“I—what—HEY!” Kassam shouted indignantly as the smilodon swiftly moved his hand down to the tiger’s lap and grabbed his cock and balls, smothering them in his broad palm.

“Mmm, it’s almost a shame I’m going to be sealing this big thing away…but a big guy like you with a null bulge between his legs is going to look perfect strutting around my home…when you’re not being fucked by me and all my other drones, of course,” the smilodon noted. “Hell, I might even let this guy have some fun with your hole in between all the fucking he’ll get himself,” he added with a meaningful look at Liam while he squeezed Kassam’s manhood in his hand like a stress ball. “Mmmm, yes, I think you two will be quite the pair of good drones to serve me.”

The kangaroo’s eyebrows rose in faint confusion. “Drones?”

Kassam fell still as he glared lethally at the smilodon. “Oh no…no you fucking don’t…”

The smilodon simply smiled toothily as he stepped away from Kassam, and he spoke as he traipsed towards the work table with the computer array on it. “Well, looks like you know what you’re in for already, huh?”

Liam quickly looked between Kassam and the smilodon, trying to figure out what they were talking about. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” the smilodon asked as he came to stand behind the computer desk. He began typing on the keyboard while he continued, “I’m going to turn you and your friend here into a couple of slaves to add to my little harem of mindless and obedient drones. First things first, I need to remove your brains and replace them with some augmented processors of my own design…then we can get you coated in rubber, that’s when I’ll seal your dicks away and leave you with just a smooth bulge between your legs…and then the real fun can begin,” he finished, grinning at Liam while his computer started up.

Kassam ground his teeth together and clenched his fists—he still stared at the smilodon, and if looks could kill, his host would have been dead at least a dozen times over by now. As for Liam, however, a happy smile grew wider and wider on the kangaroo’s lips, to the point that by the time the smilodon was done speaking, Liam looked overjoyed with his long ears perked up and his eyes shining eagerly.

“You…you mean—”

“You’ll never have to think for yourselves again, have access to your dicks only when I allow it, and live out the rest of your days as a pair of happy drones following my every order? Exactly,” the smilodon took over for the jubilant kangaroo.

While the smilodon spoke, the mechanical device hanging from the rack above Liam’s head began its activation sequence; small LEDs flickered red before switching to a pulsating green as the device performed its startup diagnostics…and then faded to a steady blue, indicating that the system was ready for use.

“You’re both going to have good lives under my control; everything is going to be better with me as your master and doing all the thinking for you. You’ll just have to settle into your new roles—I’ll be using you mainly for security and to perform regular tasks, like a good servant,” the smilodon said, addressing Kassam before he looked over to Liam and continued, “while you’re going to become the perfect little sex toy. I can see it now, you walking around with your tail raised all the time, ready for me and my friends to use at a moment’s notice like a fleshlight…” he went on before he directed his attention at Kassam again, “and you as my little bitch, being ordered around and completing every little task I tell you to do. Don’t worry, I’ll let you have some fun every now and then; I’ll order the other drones to tease you while you work, and if you’re really good I might even fuck you myself…you’re gonna have to beg for it, though. And I know you’re not the begging type right now, but with the changes I’m going to make to your brain, you’ll be a natural at asking to be bred,” the smilodon said with a smile. He then shook his head to himself and sighed. “Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself.” Now that his computer system and the overhead machinery were both ready to use, the smilodon took a moment to type in a few commands at his workstation. “Before we can get to any of that, I need to pull out those pesky brains of yours…then we can get you into the perfect mindset to start calling me Master and serving me for the rest of your lives.”

Kassam shook his head while the machine on the rack overhead slowly came to life; the apparatus spun above Liam and one of the mechanical arms extended into an open storage compartment…and then the arm withdrew with a large, smooth, acrylic helmet attached to its end. The helmet was designed with a clear facial plate attached to its front, while a thick, accordion-like tube was compressed into position where the helmet-wearer’s left ear would sit; the tube led to a port at the top of the helmet…which the mechanical arm connected to one of the waiting silicone tubes hanging from a holster on the larger device suspended from the ceiling rack.

“Fuck no, not happening!” Kassam growled stubbornly.

Liam guffawed and happily squirmed in his restraints. “Hey, speak for yourself, that all sounds like a pretty good deal to me!”

The smilodon chuckled. “Heh, seems I choose wisely when I wanted a good slut.”

Kassam rumbled again, his tone dripping with venom when he said, “I’m not going to do it.”

The smilodon smugly clucked his tongue, mocking pity for the tiger. “Aw, you say that as if you have a choice—allow me to show you who’s really in control here.”

With that, the smilodon typed in another command on his keyboard…and the mechanical arm, now armed with the connected helmet (and the tube attached to the port on top of it), smoothly swung down to affix the acrylic headgear over Liam’s cranium and face.

The kangaroo’s muzzle was enclosed behind the clear faceplate, which began to fog lightly with the condensation of his warm breath, while his long ears fit through the slots cut into the top of the helmet—the accordion tube extended automatically and, without further ado, plunged into Liam’s left ear, sinking down into his ear canal, past his tympanic membrane…and deeper, deeper…fully into his skull.

“Ah! Mmmf, ungh, th-that…that tickles!” Liam squealed and winced as the aural tube extended all the way into his head.

Kassam could only watch on in horror as the kangaroo in front of him squirmed in delight while his cranial cavity was invaded by the tube. Liam even began futilely kicking his feet as if he was being tickled further, and he giggled and snorted at the sensation of having the tube in his head.

“See? He’s enjoying it—I haven’t even taken his brain out and he’s being a good slave who loves what I do to him,” the smilodon nonchalantly pointed out for Kassam’s benefit.

“Fuck…you…” Kassam murmured, his eyes still on Liam.

“Tsk, tsk…you’re gonna pay for using language like that,” the smilodon tutted before he typed in another command.

Pale green fluid began to flow down along the silicone tube attached to Liam’s helmet, draining from an unseen reservoir within the machine hanging from the ceiling…all the way down into the tube lodged inside the kangaroo’s ear before gushing into the marsupial’s skull.

“Ooooh, that’s…niiiiiice,” Liam moaned, savoring the warm sensation of the excess fluid filling his head.

Unknown to the captive kangaroo or the tiger, the liquid surging into Liam’s cranial cavity was a fast-acting solvent that quickly and painlessly severed most of the connections between his brain and his spinal cord (and, in effect, the rest of his nervous system); Liam was no longer in control of his physical faculties, but thanks to the solvent, his body could still function on a basic, regulatory level and his neurons could still interpret sensations as a thrilling, carnal pleasure…to the point that his stiff cock throbbed with need and his balls pulsated as they began to draw up tight towards his groin.

“Uuuuungh…hhhnnnghhhhh…” Liam groaned listlessly, blissfully, as his awareness of his body faded while the solvent in his head quickly ate through the tissues of his brain stem.

“Perfect, just relax and let go…no need to think about anything at all anymore,” the smilodon murmured with a sadistic grin.

The kangaroo’s muscles relaxed and he fell limp in his restraints. His cock, however, was still rock-hard and bobbing back and forth as it stood almost painfully erect from his pelvis—as disconnected as his brain was becoming, Liam could still feel his arousal tingling and pulsating, on the verge of release, and Kassam even saw a few beads of precum welling up from the kangaroo’s urethra before oozing down along his involuntarily twitching, engorged shaft.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to see…just about ripe and ready to harvest,” the smilodon grunted with satisfaction.

The large feline was gazing down at one of his monitors to track the electrical pulses from Liam’s brain (conducted via the green solvent in the tube). All neural activity indicated that the kangaroo was getting steadily overwhelmed with pleasure while his body was losing touch further and further with his brain; the solvent could still facilitate some basic awareness of feeling, but beyond that, Liam’s body was effectively on autopilot. He couldn’t do anything more than breathe, keep his heart pumping, and respond to the stimulation he felt…until the line of gradually decreasing electrical signals from his brain’s centers for basic body function went completely flat.

“There we go!” the smilodon crowed triumphantly before he selected another command on his computer screen. “Alright, out you come!”

A vacuum pump immediately started sucking within the tube going into Liam’s ear canal, drawing out the now-loose contents of his head; the tube inside his cranial cavity expanded elastically into the shape of a flexible funnel that covered the left hemisphere of the kangaroo’s brain…and the whole package, the entire cerebrum, cerebellum, medulla oblongata and all, was sucked into the tube and out through Liam’s ear like a large clump of fruit smoothie being slurped up through a straw.

“Uuuuungh…uuuuUUUUUNNNNGHH!” Liam’s body moaned by itself—there was no brain in control of any of his physical processes anymore, the kangaroo’s neurons were working by themselves, stimulated only by the sensation of having his brain pulled out through his ear and the batch of conductive solvent that remained in his head—and his cock spasmed the moment his brain was slurped out of his skull. Jets of kangaroo cum spurted from his twitching cock and arced upward before landing on his heaving stomach and his fluttering lower chest.

“Shiiiiit,” Kassam muttered, unable to look away from the kangaroo who was tensing and twitching in obvious euphoria.

“See? That’s going to be you in a few minutes,” the smilodon said confidently. “And you’re going to love it just as much as he did, I promise.”

Kassam growled defiantly, but he still watched with undeniable intrigue as the tube in Liam’s ear expanded around the pinkish-gray, cauliflower-like organ that had just been extracted from his fellow captive’s head; in his imagination, Kassam could almost hear the wet plop of Liam’s brain popping out of his ear.

Liam’s whole body sagged against his restraints and his eyelids dropped shut the second his brain exited his ear canal—while the kangaroo relaxed in a vegetative state, his brain was drawn out further along the ear tube in the helmet and into the port at the top of the headgear…and then up along the silicone tube that extended into the large device hanging from the ceiling. Kassam followed the brain’s progress with his eyes as it ascended higher and higher in the tube, before it disappeared into the inner plumbing of the mechanical chandelier still suspended on the rack above Liam’s now-brainless body.

The smilodon, however, chuckled as he bent over behind his desk and opened the sliding door—within the cabinet he’d opened, there sat a pumping device connected to a collection reservoir full of more of the pale green fluid. The bottom of the large, jar-like reservoir was currently unsealed, with the opening leading to another pipe…and, right on cue, Liam’s brain floated up from the depths of the tube and into the jar, bobbing with neutral buoyancy in the fluid.

“Ah, there we are!” the smilodon announced cheerily. He reached in and twisted the jar to seal the bottom of the vessel now that Liam’s brain had been diverted from the rest of the plumbing he’d set up and safely delivered. The large feline then pulled out the jar before the machinery inside his desk automatically replaced it with a new collection reservoir ready to fill with more fluid and Kassam’s brain next. “Looks like he’s right at home, eh?” the smilodon said to Kassam as he hoisted the jar up and showed it off to the tiger as if he were showing off a prize fish he’d caught instead of a kangaroo’s brain he’d extracted.

Kassam squirmed defiantly, but he didn’t say a word; instead, he looked away from the smilodon and stared resolutely at Liam’s limp body, still strapped to the medical exam chair. The kangaroo’s jaw was slack and his tongue hung from his open mouth while his softening cock, spent from the throes of his orgasm, shrank to lay on his pelvis.

“Aw, I know, it’s hard seeing your future right in front of you,” the smilodon said dispassionately as he stepped out from behind his desk. “But like I said, you’re going to enjoy it just as much as he did…in the meantime, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

With that, the smilodon strode back to the door to his separate office, carefully cradling the jar with Liam’s brain floating in it, and left the tiger in the lab to sulk while still strapped down to his chair.

In his office, the smilodon slotted the occupied jar into a receptacle that was connected to his computer, which he woke from sleep mode. With the large flask safely housed in its receiving alcove, the bottom of the vessel automatically opened and slid out of alignment; the receptacle maintained a water-tight seal around the jar, preventing any of the fluid from leaking out, while a set of connector jacks extended upward from the floor of the device…and pushed into Liam’s gray matter.

Meanwhile, the smilodon sat down at his desk and opened the program he needed on his computer; he waited for the software to finish processing…and smiled in delight when he saw that the computer recognized that it was connected to both an input and an output. He glanced over at Liam’s brain still floating in the jar.

“Ready to start?” the feline quipped.

The brain simply bobbed up and down in the fluid.

“Heh, alright, here we go.” The smilodon cracked his knuckles and then began selecting options in the software and typing in commands on his keyboard.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Liam’s memories, neural patterns, characteristics, preferences, individual traits, and ego—everything that gave him an identity and consciousness—was copied from his organic brain and processed within the smilodon’s computer; the program that the feline used added specific instructions, mental blocks, personality inhibitors and amplifiers, and activity restrictions that put the kangaroo completely under his control. It was, in effect, a deeply penetrative form of brainwashing in that it molded a copy of Liam into the perfect slave who would follow his master’s every order, to the level of forgetting what he was told to forget or ejaculating hands-free on command if the smilodon told him to do so. The original Liam, however, would remain trapped in the jar and be placed in the smilodon’s storage facility/trophy room, never to see the light of day again except for occasions when the large feline would want to play with his slave’s original brains…he did have a particular fondness for making his drones slurp on their disembodied gray matter, as if to tease his mindless servants with what they once had but would never regain.

After applying his personality edits to the downloaded copy of Liam’s brain patterns, the smilodon finalized his changes and started the upload of the altered version of the kangaroo’s mind to the final output device: an artificial brain of his own creation. Similar in shape and size to an organic brain, but composed of interconnected processors, memory chips, and silicon pathways residing in a durable yet flexible synthetic resin housing, the artificial brain that the smilodon had engineered and implanted into all of his previous drones contained all the computational power needed to make a body work—all a blank brain needed to function was the combined operating system and host personality (in this case, Liam’s) loaded into it, and then the device would be ready to implant into a drone’s empty skull.

The smilodon watched the transfer of his OS and Liam’s edited personality take place—the export took only a minute, but to the feline sitting in his desk chair, the progress bar crawled across the screen at a snail’s pace…until he finally saw the confirmation message he’d been waiting for: Transfer Complete, No. 11 Processing Unit Ready.

“Yes! Alright, let’s get you where you belong,” the smilodon said to himself proudly as he unplugged the artificial brain from his computer.

He opened the bottom cabinet of his desk, where he’d installed another port to insert a loaded drone brain into the plumbing system that the smilodon had configured for both brain extraction and implantation. He whistled to himself as he placed Liam’s new brain in the port, submerging it in the open tube of pale green fluid, before he closed the cabinet again. Still whistling merrily to himself, the smilodon then directed his computer to unplug the jacks from the kangaroo’s organic brain; from there, he removed the jar containing Liam’s brain from the receptacle he’d slotted it into…and left the full jar on his desk before he rose from his chair at last and returned to the main lab.

Kassam, still strapped to his medical exam chair, warily watched his captor saunter into the lab again, a grin on the smilodon’s face as he made his way back to the desk he used to operate the brain extraction device.

“Now, ready to meet my newest drone?” the smilodon asked conversationally as he took his place at the table once more.

The tiger only growled, clearly not in the mood to engage any further with his host.

“You know, being moody like that only makes me want to yank out your brain even faster,” the smilodon said breezily as he typed in a new set of commands on his keyboard. “I’ll turn you into a good slave soon enough, though.”

Kassam huffed and rolled his eyes, but he looked up at the chandelier-like device hanging above Liam when the machinery began kicking into gear. Unseen to the tiger, the smilodon’s commands had prompted the plumbing to suck Liam’s new artificial brain into the tubing that led from the port in the smilodon’s desk downward…then up into the ceiling…and into the machine hanging from the rack above the limp kangaroo’s body.

The acrylic helmet was still attached to Liam’s head, with the aural tube still lodged in his ear and full of the green solvent that currently filled his otherwise-empty skull, and Kassam watched as the silicon tube that led from the machine overhead to Liam’s helmet expanded and contracted around the artificial brain that descended into view from the ceiling. The brain slid along the tube’s length, suspended in the pale green fluid and sinking further and further towards its destination: Liam’s ear.

And then, finally, the artificial brain entered the tube leading into the kangaroo’s ear canal…and squeezed its way inside the narrow passageway before disappearing completely into Liam’s head.

On his keyboard, the smilodon executed another set of commands; the computerized brain now in Liam’s skull injected a large conductive needle into the severed stalk of the kangaroo’s spinal cord, connecting machinery to biology. Liam’s body jolted involuntarily at the sudden stimulus, as if he’d just received an electric shock.

The kangaroo’s new brain then completed a quick diagnostic, which the smilodon tracked on his computer screen; once he saw that all systems for Liam’s brain were operating nominally, the smilodon directed his lab’s vacuum system to suck out the rest of the solvent that was still in Liam’s head, leaving only the kangaroo’s artificial brain inside his skull now. Once all of the tubing was empty again, the accordion-like hose in Liam’s ear retracted, withdrawing from his ear canal completely and folding back into its compressed configuration…before the mechanical arm holding the helmet over the kangaroo’s head smoothly glided upward, leaving Liam completely unencumbered save for the straps around his body.

“Now, let’s turn on my new toy,” the smilodon said as he selected the “activate” button on his computer screen.

Liam inhaled with a quick gasp before he opened his eyes again and straightened up once more in his restraints.

“Whuh…what happened?” he asked, confused—to the kangaroo, only a second had passed between when he’d first learned that he was going to have his brain removed and the present; his memories had been altered to the point that he didn’t even remember the extraction process or realize that he had an artificial brain sitting in his skull now. For Liam, everything was still normal, except for the fact that he also felt the satisfying wash of calm he typically experienced after orgasming. Indeed, he glanced down at himself, perplexed to see the lingering splatters of his cum on his stomach and lower chest. “Whoa, did I…when did that happen?”

The smilodon chuckled. “Don’t you worry about that—you don’t need to worry about anything at all anymore.”

“Huh?” Liam glanced up at the smilodon, still a little slow to fully catch the feline’s meaning.

“11 activate,” the smilodon pronounced.

Upon hearing his new designation, it was as if a switch had flipped; there was no Liam, only Drone Number 11. Everything prior to that identity was locked away in a microchip within his artificial brain—Number 11 straightened up again and sat still in his chair, eyes forward to stare blankly at Kassam and a dreamy smile on his face while he spoke in a flat tone. “Artificial Neural Processor engaged, running software Version 2.47; host personality suspended until deactivation. This unit is designated 11 and has activated successfully, awaiting commands and ready to obey, Master.”

“That’s a good toy. And there we have it: A brand new drone for me to play with!” the smilodon said happily. He grinned over at Kassam. “Ready to become Number 12?”

The tiger growled again, infuriated by the sight of the kangaroo sitting in front of him like a mindless idiot—Liam had had his self-awareness and free will taken away, and now the same was going to happen to him?

“Grrrrrr…fucking let! Me! Out of here!” Kassam grunted as he renewed his efforts to break the heavy duty straps binding him to the chair.

The smilodon merely snickered as he typed on his keyboard. “You really should have accepted this by now—you’re going to be mine forever.”

The spider-like device hanging from above began to move along the track installed in the ceiling, sliding into position away from Liam…and over Kassam.

“No! Stop, damn it!” Kassam demanded as the machine spun around to align the mechanical arm (still armed with the helmet that Liam had previously worn) with his head.

“Easy now, drone—I told you before you’ll love this, so just sit back, relax, and let it happen,” the smilodon said nonchalantly as he directed the mechanical arm to descend.

Like the machine had done with Liam before, the arm smoothly glided downward to affix the acrylic helmet (with the attached silicone tubing) on Kassam’s head—there was no escape for the tiger, no avoiding the headgear that affixed itself to his cranium, and his short, round ears popped through the same slots that the kangaroo’s had fit through earlier while Kassam’s face was covered by the clear plate attached to the front of the helmet.

“I’ll kill you for this!” the tiger threatened from behind the clear mask he now wore.

“I doubt that very much,” the smilodon returned chidingly while he continued typing on his keyboard. The accordion tube positioned in the helmet next to the opening of Kassam’s left ear began to expand and lengthen again, and as the tube crept towards the tiger’s ear, the smilodon continued, “Just think of it: After this, you’re going to be the perfect bitch, catering to my every whim and never to fuck again. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“Go fuck yourself!” Kassam snarled, still doing everything he could to push and strain against the straps binding him.

The smilodon chuckled. “Oh no, I’ll be fucking you.”

And with that, the tube in the helmet fully extended into Kassam’s ear.

“Aaaargh!” The tiger bellowed in rage and winced in discomfort as the tube snaked into his ear canal, spreading the tight channel as it progressed, but there was nothing he could do to stop it from sinking further in past his ear drum…deeper and deeper…and ultimately penetrating his skull.

Kassam wriggled in his restraints and shook his head as best as he could, trying to dislodge the tube, but it was useless; there was no way to force the invasive tentacle-like hose out of his head.

“Get it out! Get it out! Fuuuuck!” Kassam yelled, his voice rising to a higher and more desperate pitch.

The smilodon laughed as he entered the command to start injecting the solvent. “Oh, I’ll get your brain out alright, don’t worry about that!”

The pale green fluid flowed down along the silicone tube again, surging downward to the port on top of the helmet and into the tube inside the tiger’s ear…and Kassam groaned as the solvent gushed into his head, filling the space between his skull and his brain. Just like it had for the kangaroo before him, the fluid immediately went to work severing Kassam’s brain stem from his spinal cord, painlessly dissolving through the nerves and connective tissues with the ease of hot water melting through an ice cube. The solvent still conducted physical sensations to Kassam’s brain while disconnecting the organ from the rest of his body, but in the process, the tiger’s neurons were somehow…tricked…deceived into misinterpreting physical feelings as something else…

“Aaaargh! Aaaaah…uuuungh…” Kassam’s angry roars and growls soon gave way to needy moans and grunts while the solvent continued severing his spinal cord and stimulating his brain.

As his body began to relax in his restraints, Kassam could feel his cock tingling with arousal…and the familiar pressure and heat of his member swelling and stiffening steadily, the increasing fire in his loins…until his cock, all eight inches of it, stood firmly erect from his groin and throbbed with his heartbeat, his growing lust.

“That’s it…see, I told you you’d enjoy this!” the smilodon said proudly as he watched the tiger’s thick erection flex involuntarily, bobbing back and forth.

“I…I can’t…I…y-you…” Kassam didn’t want to submit, didn’t want to give in to how good everything was feeling, but he was growing dizzier and dizzier the more his brain was disconnected from his body; where he had once been so furious, his rage was becoming a distant memory. He couldn’t move, was losing the ability to speak, and was getting consumed from head to toe with undeniable pleasure…but he had to resist, had to keep fighting…

His body, however, wasn’t getting that message; his member was acting on its own as it throbbed again, and precum oozed up within his urethra, leaking out from his subincision and dribbling along his shaft, back down towards his balls, which had automatically begun to draw up against Kassam’s will.

“Just about there…let go…let go for me,” the smilodon murmured encouragingly as he glanced between the screen that displayed the tiger’s gradually weakening cerebral activity and the stiff, twitching pole that protruded up from Kassam’s groin.

Kassam’s body slackened even further in his restraints while the final few sinews anchoring his medulla to his spinal cord dissolved entirely, leaving his brain floating free in his skull. His brain was awash with pleasure that he didn’t want to feel, that he hated himself for feeling in this moment, but there was nothing Kassam could do; he was trapped, an unwilling accomplice to his body’s automatic response to the stimulation that the solvent was providing.

When the smilodon looked at his computer screen again, he observed the resulting flatline of electrical activity that signified the tiger’s brain was completely disconnected, while he also saw the steadily rising line that indicated Kassam’s growing arousal; he was close to his climax, he just needed one final push.

So, with a grin, the large feline directed his vacuum system to start the extraction process…

And as Kassam’s brain was sucked out through the tube in his ear, the last sensation the tiger felt was the overwhelming euphoria of his body orgasming without his consent. His muscles tensed and spasmed as his cock jerked and pulsated with every spurt of semen he shot over his stomach and chest; thick cables of translucent seed landed on his orange, white, and black-striped fur, with a few errant strands splattered on the straps around his torso…before Kassam’s body went completely limp while his brain was pulled out of his head.

“There we go! Cum your brains out for me like a good bitch,” the smilodon joked as he watched the tiger’s disembodied brain ascend in the tube.

———

Drones 11 and 12 stood at attention for their master.

Once the tiger’s artificial brain had been implanted and successfully activated in the same manner as the kangaroo’s, the smilodon had put the finishing touches on his newest possessions. Both of the drones wore nearly identical black rubber suits; the technologically-advanced, figure-hugging, one-piece garments left the tiger’s and kangaroo’s hands, feet, heads, and tails free, and both slaves sported glowing, neon gold padlock insignias that covered the smooth bulges of their crotches, their members locked away and only accessible at their master’s command. The one difference between the suits was the gold 11 on the kangaroo’s left breast and the gold 12 on the tiger’s.

Both drones also wore the same visors strapped over their eyes; the exterior lenses of the headsets were outfitted with holographic displays for kangaroo’s and tiger’s vital statistics, different modes of activity, and current objectives, while the visors’ interior lenses streamed continually swirling hypnotic spirals into the drones’ eyes, reinforcing the mental conditioning their master had already applied to their freshly-implanted artificial brains.

With their transformations complete, 11 and 12 were at the ready for the smilodon to give them their first official orders.

The smilodon himself stood before his drones, marveling at their sleek and muscular forms encased in their rubber suits, their straight-backed and attentive postures, and the utterly vacant look in their eyes behind their visors.

“Aren’t you two beautiful…exactly as I imagined you when I first saw you in that club last night…ah, I’ve really outdone myself this time,” the feline boasted to himself, smirking. “Alright, orders—11, 12, go to my office and collect your old brains for me.”

“Yes, Master,” the tiger and kangaroo obediently replied, their tones flat and emotionless, before they turned on their heels and made for the smilodon’s office.

The smilodon followed, exiting along with his drones from the lab to his office where he’d configured their artificial neural processors before implanting them—there, on his desk, sat the two large jars that contained the pale green solvent and Liam and Kassam’s original brains.

The kangaroo picked up the vessel occupied by his old brain and the tiger did the same; the drones held their jars out and away from their bodies as if they were proffering a couple of parcels to be delivered to a waiting customer.

“Now, follow me to the trophy room; I have just the place for those little keepsakes,” the smilodon said as he turned towards another door that led away from his office.

The feline opened the door and stepped through into the dimly-lit room, his dutiful and mindless subordinates following in his wake.

Five-gallon tanks set into the walls cast a ghostly glow in the chamber, the fluid in their confines distorting the gloomy light that shone down on them; it was almost like stepping into a room devoted to aquariums, except instead of fish in water, each tank was filled with a pale blue solution and was occupied by a single brain hooked up to an array of wires and electrodes. Screens next to each tank displayed vital information about the stored brains—drone numbers, names, species, dates of extraction, and so on. Currently the room’s inhabitants were dormant; when they were active, each screen would allow the digital representation of a brain’s mental self to project and communicate with the outside world…but the smilodon liked to keep his drones’ original brains on a routine sleep and wake cycle. There was only so long a disembodied brain could stay conscious and trapped in a tank before going mad, after all.

The smilodon padded along, 11 and 12 still behind him, and he led the way past the first ten occupied tanks to the two empty tanks he’d already taken the liberty of preparing for his newest acquisitions. When he stopped at his destination, the smilodon turned around and gazed at the jars his drones held at the ready.

“Alright, let’s make the two of you at home,” he said, addressing the two floating brains in their vessels before he looked at his new drones and continued, “and then we can have some real fun.”