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Mind Control Tales - Hypno Bears Edition 10

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A Rivalry's End

"Well, Harcourt, is it done?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be back here otherwise, would I?"

"Excellent!" Aldan laughed, clapping his paws together. "Not too difficult for you, I hope?"

The mercenary assassin shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Nothing I couldn't handle." The bear said. "He was a challenge, sure. But still no match for my skills."

Despite the mercenary's boasting, Aldan noted the fresh sets of scars on his face and muzzle and the significant damage to his figure-hugging leather armour. The young wizard guessed the job had been more difficult than he would ever let on.

But Aldan pushed that thought aside. Garzan was finally dead! His plan to eliminate his elderly rival with the use of a skilled assassin had worked! Now there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that he would be the most powerful wizard in the land!

Using an assassin had been an unorthodox move, that was sure. It was more traditional for rival wizards to settle things with sorcery. But it didn't matter now, it had worked and...

Harcourt cleared his throat noisily, interrupting the wizard's train of thought. The grizzled bear mercenary was looking at him pointedly.

"Of course." Aldan nodded. "You'll be wanting the rest of your payment. Your services are expensive, but it seems you are worth every last gold piece."

"That's what happens when you hire the best." Harcourt chuckled.

The young panda wizard let out a short laugh of his own and turned to pad over to his desk on the other side of his study. "Let me just fetch your money, it's..."

Before he could finish that sentence, he was suddenly jumped from behind, taken completely by surprise. Before he knew what was happening, he felt something cool and metallic slip around his neck. There was a click.

Aldan twisted and lashed out with a paw, managing to break from the mercenary's grip and stumble a few paces away from him.

He spun around to face his attacker. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" He growled, raising his paws and focusing his energies to blast Harcourt with a powerful attack spell. "You dare attack me in my own home? I will..."

The panda wizard broke off as he realized something was wrong. No magic was coming to him. He was unable to summon up any energy for spells. His paws went to his neck. There was a metal collar there. The damn bear had slipping it on him when he'd jumped him. It must be responsible.

But no matter how much he tugged at it, it wouldn't come off...

"Don't bother." Harcourt said. "As I understand it, that collar can only be removed magically. Since it also nullifies the wearer's ability to perform magic, you won't be able to get it off."

"What is the meaning of this?" Aldan demanded.

"I am merely doing as Master Garzan instructed." Harcourt said.

The wizard was taken aback. "But you said..."

"I said exactly what Master Garzan wanted me to say." The grizzled mercenary explained. "He wanted me to make you believe I had succeeded, so that you would relax and let your guard down, so that I could get the drop on you more easily the moment your back was turned. So that I could get that collar on you."

"But..." Aldan stammered, confused.

"The truth is, despite a pitched battle and me giving it my best shot, I was unable to kill Master Garzan." Harcourt continued. "He was able to subdue me. He then showed me the error of my ways but using his vast magical power to enslave my mind to his will. My mind and body belong to him now. My first task as his servant is to subdue you..."

Aldan was very afraid now, unsure of what was going to happen next. Without the ability to cast spells, he was completely defenceless and stood no chance of resisting whatever the mercenary had planned.

"Master was very specific about what was to be done with you." Harcourt was still talking. "He has grown weary of your rivalry and so has decided to end it permanently. The first step was to get that collar he created on you in order to nullify your magic." He reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled something out. "Because without magic, you have no way to defend against the effects of this..."

The bear held up a large oddly shaped gemstone. Aldan gasped in shock and fear as he realized what it was. A mind warp gem, an extremely difficult to create enchanted jewel that would mesmerize whoever looked into it, twisting and altering their mind.

However, he realized this too late, as he had already looked directly at it, and now could not look away, his body frozen.

The red, shiny facets of the mind warp gem seemed to pull at his mind, as if it were siphoning away his consciousness. And it actually felt good, sort of relaxing and calming, and it was very tempting to just accept what was happening and let it...

No! Aldan screamed in his head, unable to speak. He tried to resist the enticing pull of the gem, to hold his mind and thoughts together as it seemed to crumble away piece by piece and be sucked away into the depths of the now-glowing red jewel.

But it was useless, deep down he knew that. The only way to resist a mind warp gem was with magic, and he currently had none thanks to the infernal collar that the magnificent Master Garzon had created...

The wizard was confused. Magnificent? Master? Should he be think of his rival like that? He wasn't sure, it was becoming so hard to think. Any desire to resist the effects of the gem was almost gone, eradicated from his weakened mind.

Was Master Garzon really his rival though? It seemed so obvious now that he wasn't. The older wizard was so superior to him in every way. Aldan realized he was not even close to being his Master's equal...

His Master?

Yes, that felt right, the wizard realized. Garzon was his Master, his superior. He could see it now, the fact that he was but a lowly speck compared to the older wizard, barely worthy to worship the ground his Master walked on.

And then he just knew it would be for the best if he just accepted that he belonged to Master Garzon, now and forever, and devoted himself to a life of servitude as the wizard's loyal slave.

Aldan blinked as the gem in the mercenary's paw suddenly turned black and then crumbled to dust. He wasn't sure why that happened. He couldn't even remember what it had been. He was aware that all his magical knowledge and now been eradicated from his mind.

"Master said that would happen when it had done its job." Harcourt said, brushing dust off his paw. "Has it? How do you feel?"

"Wonderful!" Aldan beamed. "I finally realize my true destiny is serving Master Garzon!"

The grizzled mercenary smiled and nodded. "Then let's get going. Master is expecting us. He said he wants to have some fun with you before you begin your new life as one of his domestic servants."

The panda happily followed the bear mercenary out of the study, almost bounding with joy at the prospect of his new life as his Master's obedient servant...

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Using the Abuser

Don't bother trying to move or talk, you won't be able to until I let you.

You see, I've got you completely under control. I've spent the past several hours putting you into a very deep hypnotic trance and making all sorts of interesting changes to that twisted little so-called mind of yours.

You're probably wondering who I am and what's going on here and why I'm doing this. It's simple. I am a concerned stranger who is annoyed by guys like you giving us Masters a bad name.

I mean, there I was browsing the local fetish store for some new gear, when in walks this cute hunky grizzly bear. Your slave. Apparently, he was running an errand for you, picking up some stuff.

Under normal circumstances I would have backed off once I saw his collar and realized he was already taken. But on this occasion, I happened to get close enough to notice the fresh scars. I tried talking to him, but he was very loyal to you. I had to use a few hypnotic techniques to get him into a light trance before he would say much.

He slipped into a trance very easily. But you know all about that, don't you? It turns out he'd been hypnotized many times before. His head was riddled with all kinds of post-hypnotic commands, to keep him loyal and obedient, to keep him from telling anyone about the things you do to him, to keep him from even considering leaving you.

You really make me sick, you know that? Guys like you, who see BDSM relationships as excuse to be horrible bastards and get away with it, who see their slaves as simple pieces of meat, fuck-toys to be used and abused however you like, regardless of the damage you inflict.

Don't get me wrong. I know some guys get off on pain. And I don't have any problem with that sort of thing as long as its safe and consensual. But that's not the case here.

Your slave doesn't enjoy the things you do to him, the beatings, the whipping, the cutting. He actually hates the pain you inflict on him. But he never said anything because you had him under your hypnotic thumb. Well, that and deep down he actually seems to be in love with you. That is, the guy you are when you're not being a vicious asshole who likes to take out all his stress and frustration on him in ever more painful ways. Although, from what he tells me, these days, you spend far more time in 'vicious asshole' mode than not.

I guess sometimes we really can't help who we fall in love with...

But anyway, once I heard about what a bastard you are, I decided to intervene. The way I see it, he deserves some justice, and you deserve a hell of a lot of punishment.

Look over there. Yes, I have your slave in just as deep a hypnotic trance as you, he's unaware of anything going on around him until I speak the right trigger phrase. He really is quite a hunk, I would compliment you on your good taste, but I don't want to give the likes of you any compliments whatsoever.

You may notice he is no longer wearing a collar or any slave gear. But in those jeans and leather chaps, the big shiny leather boots, the cap... he looks almost like he could be a dominant Master, right?

Because from now on, that's exactly what he's going to be. A Master. Or specifically, your Master.

I can imagine the thoughts running through that head of yours right now. You're probably screaming and telling yourself there's no way that's going to happen.

But what you don't realize is that compared to me, you are a rank amateur with hypnosis. My skills are far beyond what you could possibly imagine. All the necessary hypnotic programming is already in place. You are going to be his loyal and devoted slave, submissive and loving and obedient. On the outside at least. On the inside, you will remain you, unable to stop yourself being the best slave you can be and enjoying every last second of your new life of servitude.

For your former slave, he will not remember ever having served you. As far as he will know, he has always been a dominant Master and your entire time together you have been his slave. It was a simple matter of switching the two of you around in his memories. And blocking out all the abuse. Unlike you, he's good enough to feel bad about hurting others.

I'll check back in on the two of you from time to time, reinforce the hypnotic commands, make sure things are going well.

But for now, I'm going to wake up your new Master and be on my way. I'm sure he'll want to have some fun with you. At least he's likely to be more gentle and loving to you than you were to him.

And as you serve him, hating that you are unable to do anything whatsoever to stop yourself, just remember one thing.

You deserve this...

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The Taking of the Triumphant

"Report!"

"A ship is approaching, Captain. Unknown configuration and design."

Captain Pascoe leaned back in his chair in the centre of the bridge, thoughts racing, his large ursine frame making the chair creak slightly. "What can you tell me about it?"

The officer at the science station, a tall lanky rabbit, checked his instruments. "About one third our size. Basic propulsion. Limited weaponry. Although... some of the weapons are a weird design, putting out a strange energy signature."

The captain thought about this. Could this strange ship have something to do with why they were here? It seemed unlikely that a ship of such size and limited power could be responsible for the disappearances of three Alliance starships in this sector. But it was best not to rule anything out until they knew more.

He stood up, clasping his paws behind his back. "Open a communications channel."

The comms officer hit the relevant controls and the bear Captain spoke, transmitting a message to the unknown vessel approaching them.

"This is Captain Pascoe of the Interstellar Species Alliance starship 'Triumphant'. Please identify yourself."

A few seconds passed with no response, Captain Pascoe pacing back and forth. Perhaps try contacting them again? The bear considered, adjusting his uniform. Maybe they could...

"Captain!" The wolf lieutenant at the tactical station barked. "They've raised their shields and are charging weapons!"

Pascoe reacted immediately. "Raise shields! Bring weapons online! Target their weapons and propulsion systems and prepare to fire!"

The science officer chimed in. "Sir, I'm still unable to determine the nature of their strange weapons..."

"Understood." Said the captain, cutting him off. He knew what that meant. They had no idea what the unknown ship's weapons were capable of...

"They're firing!" The tactical officer said.

The bear returned to his chair and quickly pulled up a tactical display on his chair's command console. He saw the energy beams from the unknown ship lancing through space towards the Triumphant's shields. And then passed straight through.

Pascoe starred in shock at the readouts. What the hell? Their shields had been completely ineffective! It was going to be a direct hit!

"Brace for impact!" He yelled.

The bear captain gripped the armrests of his seat tightly. Expecting an explosion, alarms, or a juddering of the ship around him. But there was nothing.

He checked his command console to see the beams sweeping across the entirety of the Triumphant's hull but seeming to cause no apparent damage.

What kind of weapons were these? He wondered, confused. But he was about to find out, as the beams were about to reach the bridge section...

Suddenly the room was bathed in strange purplish light. Before Captain Pascoe could in even frown in disapproval of this, agony suddenly exploded in his brain. He cried out, falling from his chair and clutching his head. It felt as if the whole inside of his skull was on fire!

He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bridge crew doing the same as him, apparently affected in exactly the same way. But he was too concerned with his own pain to even think about doing anything to help.

It was if his very mind were on fire, thoughts and free will being burned away, replaced by... pleasure? The pain was suddenly gone, replaced by the most unimaginable intense pleasure coursing through every fibre of his body, pulsing through his head again and again and again.

It was impossible to think. All Captain Pascoe could do was lay there spasming with bliss. His cock was hard inside his uniform instantly and a second later he was cumming hard, a squelching warmth spreading across his crotch as he moaned in delight.

And then it was over, leaving the bear captain panting to get his breath back and feeling wonderful.

His head felt strange, but good. Clearer and emptier, as if his mind had been cleaned out, unnecessary thoughts removed. And he realized that was exactly what had happened, somehow he just knew that all his free will, all his desires to think for himself had been burned out of his brain.

Pascoe hauled himself off the floor and back into his chair, still processing what had just happened, discovering that new knowledge had been forcefully etched into his mind. Knowledge that he knew was completely true.

He was a slave. He had a Master, who it was his duty to serve and obey. He found he had a needy yearning desire to devote himself completely to a life of obedience and servitude to his Master. That just seemed so right and true, even though he was aware these thoughts hadn't been in his head a few minutes ago...

Around him, the bridge crew were gradually picking themselves up off the floor. From the knowing looks they were exchanging, he could tell they now knew the same as him. They were all slaves.

He noticed a bleeping light on his console. An incoming transmission. He pawed at a control and a voice filled the bridge.

"Captain Pascoe, lower your shields. I'm going to teleport aboard."

The sound of the voice sparked off another piece of the new knowledge in his head. That was the voice of his Master! He rushed to obey, using his command console to access his shields and deactivate them.

A few seconds later, there was a shimmering of light on the bridge as three figures materialised. Two of them were big muscular brutes, a rhino and a gorilla, wearing skin-tight suits from the neck down, made of black latex with blue piping along the seams, and steel collars around their necks.

In between them was a short, stocky, slightly obese black bear in a jet-black jumpsuit. Pascoe immediately recognized him, despite never actually having seen him before. He just knew that this bear was his Master.

The captain threw himself to his knees, prostrating himself before the black bear. Around him, every officer on the bridge was doing the same.

"Master!" Pascoe said. "Thank you for enslaving me and my ship and blessing us with your presence!" The words came naturally and honestly to him.

The Master laughed. "Good to see the Brainwashing Beams were effective once again! I guess I didn't need to bring a couple of bodyguards after all." He shrugged. "Oh well, better safe that sorry. It's still relatively earlier days, its still possible someone might prove somehow immune..."

The black bear shambled over to the captain's chair and sat himself down, lounging lazily. His bodyguards silently took up flanking positions either side.

"Helm, I'm punching in some co-ordinates." The Master said, making use of the captain's command console. "Take us there at best possible speed. The other three Alliance ships I've enslaved are waiting there for us."

The helm officer picked himself up and returned to his station. "As you command, Master!"

The black bear then hit a few other switches, activating the intercom, broadcasting throughout the ship. "Attention all crew!" He said. "This is your Master speaking! I am pleased to inform you that the Triumphant is now longer an Interstellar Species Alliance ship. It, and all of you, now serve me! You are slaves and subjects of my growing Empire. As such, all crew are to immediately discard their uniforms..."

Upon hearing that, Captain Pascoe started stripping off his clothes. All the bridge officers did the same.

"You will be issued new latex uniforms shortly." The Master continued. "You will all go naked until then. Carry on with your regular duties unless ordered to do otherwise. Master out."

The black bear cut the connection and then called the engine room. The distinctive accent of the chief engineer came through. "Yes, my Master?"

"I have just uploaded schematics for my Brainwashing Beams into the ships computers." The Master told him. "I want the Triumphant's secondary laser cannons converted into these."

"Yes, Master!" The Engineer said. "It will be done!"

"Good." The black bear said dismissively, cutting the connection. He turned his attention to the now naked bear captain on the floor.

"Pascoe." He said, with a sinister grin. "Your new title shall be 'Slave Captain'."

"Yes, Master!" Pascoe beamed, feeling honoured at his Master bestowing such a title upon him.

"When I am not aboard, you will command this vessel and its crew in my name." The Master explained. "However, when I am here, you will serve as my personal slave and fuck toy."

"I would be honoured, my Master!" The bear captain almost shed tears of joy that his Master saw such value in him.

"For now, I think I'd like a footrest, and you will do nicely." The black bear pointed to the spot in front of the captain's chair. "Get over here!"

"Yes, Master!" Slave Captain Pascoe obeyed, scampering over and hunkering down, allowing his Master to rest his feet on his back.

The Master laughed and relaxed in the captain's chair. "Another ship easily becomes mine! Not nearly enough to make a move against the Alliance just yet, but that day is coming. I'll show them! The damn Alliance council had the audacity to oppose the development of my brainwashing technology on the feeble excuse of it being 'unethical'."

The black bear sneered at no one in particular. "Short-sighted fools! Now that I've succeeded in weaponizing my tech, I will enslave the whole damn Alliance! Every last one of the council will bow to me and beg for my forgiveness once they've had a taste of my Brainwashing Beams!"

He sighed and forced himself to relax. He always got a little worked up thinking about those who had wronged him. But he would have his revenge. Their Alliance would fall before him and his growing slave forces, and in the end, he would rule the galaxy!