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Mind Control Tales - Hypno Bears Edition 12

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No Control

I tried to stop myself, I really did. I always do try, but always fail.

That's the way he wants it, he being my Master. He has a colourful supervillain name, but I am unable to remember it, to say it or even think it. In my head, I am only capable of thinking of him as 'Master'.

It's been that way ever since I underestimated him, and he managed to capture me during one of our battles. Ever since he subjected me to days of intense brainwashing, turning me into his puppet and sexual plaything, completely under his control and unable to disobey his commands, no matter how degrading or humiliating.

And he kept me fully aware of what I used to be, allowed me the ability to try and resist his control, but never able to succeed. As I said, that's the way he wants it. I believe he likes having me be this way.

I used to be Golden Bear, beloved superhero, upholder of justice, defender of the innocent. Now, Master had turned me into Golden Slut, cock-hungry super criminal. My former white and gold uniform was gone, replaced with a costume that consisted of gold coloured boots, gloves, a hood, and a skimpy thong with a white 'GS' logo on the front. And the thong was always tented by an erection, Master having programmed me to find wearing the outfit constantly arousing.

While wearing my new 'uniform', I went out and committed all sorts of criminal acts, robbing banks to bring him money, raiding high tech labs to bring him components for his research, vandalising public land marks to remind all that a once great superhero was now Master's slave and no one would be able to stop him.

All the while, I tried to resist, to stop myself carrying out my orders. But I always failed, Master's brainwashing proving too strong for me to overcome.

And the most recent incident, I tried harder than I ever had before, and still couldn't stop myself from being a good obedient slave, which made me feel more guilty than usual for my lack of mental strength. Because this time I'd encountered another superhero.

In all my previous criminal acts, thanks to my powers of flight and super-speed, I had managed to do them and then be away before any heroes showed up. But this time, I had been unlucky in that one had been close enough to catch me in the act.

It had been Pyro Panda, a young arrogant hero with fire powers. He really was no match for the likes of me, especially now that Master's programming meant I wouldn't hold back. The worst part was that Master had given me standing orders for whenever I encountered another hero. To subdue and capture them if possible and return them to Master so that they too could be enslaved.

I really had tried to resist obeying those orders, but as usual, I failed utterly. I battled Pyro Panda, easily dodging his bursts of flame and getting in close enough to strike, knocking him out with a single super strong punch.

I wish I could have just left him there. But I had no control over myself thanks to my brainwashing, and had soon slung his unconscious form over one shoulder and was flying back to Master's lair with my captive.

And now the panda was sedated and strapped into Master's brainwashing machine, already several hours into his reprogramming. I kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye as I sucked hungrily at Master's cock at his command, knowing full well that he was there because of me, because I had been too weak to overcome my brainwashing.

I knew Master liked me feeling that way. Because he had told me as much as he had started Pyro Panda's brainwashing and had noticed my guilty expression.

As I continued sucking, and Master tried to decide what his new slave's new name was going to be (Pyro Slave? Pyro Pet?), I pondered that maybe it was time to give up on resisting my programming and accept my fate of forever being Master's slave and puppet, accept the fact that I was never going to be in control of myself or my actions ever again...

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Remembering

"Who are you?" Frankie demanded.

The muscular, semi-naked wolf sat on his couch smiled up at him. "You tell me!"

Frankie frowned. The bulky black bear was certain he should be more concerned about this whole situation, coming home to find some strange grey wolf wearing only leather shorts and a strap around one bicep waiting for him.

But there was something oddly familiar about this wolf, even though he was fairly certain he had never seen him before. Something deep inside him told him he was safe, he had nothing to worry about in this situation.

"I really don't who you are." Frankie said.

"You do." The wolf shrugged. "You just don't remember..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The bear said, unable to hide his confusion.

The wolf laughed. "How about you strip naked and kneel in front of me? See if that jogs your memory?"

"Why on Earth would I...?" Frankie began, but quickly fell silent as his body did exactly as the wolf had suggested. His paws seemed to be moving of their own accord, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off.

"What the fuck?" The bear blurted out. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop himself undressing, pulling off his clothes and tossing them aside until he was completely naked in front of his strange visitor. He fell to his knees in front of the couch and the wolf.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" The wolf said, smiling. "Doesn't that just feel right to you?"

"Yes." Frankie had to admit. It really did feel very good to be naked and on his knees with this wolf looking over his bulging muscular physique. Almost as if it was somehow where he belonged...

"I must say, that is quite an interesting fur discolouration there..." The wolf pointed at Frankie's chest.

The bear looked down. He had got so used to the strange mark just above his right nipple that he didn't think about it much. It had just seemed to appear there one day for no apparent reason, the previously black fur now an odd blue colour. The shape of the discoloration seemed to be in the shape of a C and a K.

Looking at it then, in the presence of this wolf, sparked off a flicker of memory. He had met this wolf before, he was sure of that now, and he knew that he was responsible for the blue mark somehow.

"You did this to me..." He said, glaring at the strange wolf.

The wolf smirked at him. "Remember anything beyond that?"

Brow creased by a frown, Frankie tried to remember anything further, any details. But nothing would come, no matter how much he wracked his brains. "No. There's nothing."

"Don't worry about it." The wolf said soothingly, which somehow made the bear feel better. "It just means the hypnotic memory blocks I set up are still in place and working."

"What are you talking about?" Frankie wanted to know.

The wolf looked him in the eye. "You remember what I want you to remember and when I want you to remember it. And right now, for the night of fun I have in mind, those blocks are not needed. So, I give you permission to remember everything..."

As soon as the words left the wolf's muzzle, something clicked in his head and a wash of memories flooded through his mind, so much he hadn't been able to remember before that moment.

He remembered meeting this wolf in bar, getting enthralled by his deep eyes and hypnotic words, falling deeper and deeper into a relaxed trance until he was completely under the wolf's control, his mind completely open and malleable.

There were memories of hour upon hour of hypnotic instruction and brainwashing by the wolf, resulting in him viewing the wolf as his Master, and seeing himself as his slave, ingraining in him the deep desire to serve and obey this wolf, now and forever.

And then there were the memories of his Master paying him occasional visits, reawakening the memories of who he really he was, reminding him of the slave he truly was. These were always followed by time spent serving his Master and satisfying his sexual needs. And then he would be made to forget as he Master left, going back to his regular life, unable to remember the wolf and their times together.

As these returning memories were settling into place in his head, Frankie was aware of his Master leaning forward and slipping a leather collar around his neck, with a blue 'CK' symbol printed on it.

The wolf sat back on the couch, watching the bear. "How does that feel?"

"Very good, Master!" Frankie said, smiling broadly. "It feels so good to be in your presence once again and to be wearing your collar!"

"Then all your memories are back?" The wolf asked.

"Yes, Master." Frankie nodded. "I remember everything. Including my true place and purpose as your obedient slave."

"Excellent!" Master relaxed into the couch. "Then we can start having fun. Let's begin with you worshipping my feet. Give them a good cleaning, my slave."

"Yes, Master!" Frankie scampered forwards and immediately started running his tongue over the wolf's feet paws, savouring the taste of his Master, the thrill of getting to serve him once again.

At the back of his mind, the bear knew that once his Master was done with him, he would once again go back to his old self, not knowing or remembering his magnificent Master and how good it felt to be his lowly slave. That was not a nice thought, but he accepted it, as it was what the wolf wanted, and as his slave, he couldn't even imagine ever going against what his Master wanted.

Besides, he knew it would just be a matter of time until Master came to see him again. And deep down, he would be looking forward to that time, when Master Cyberklaw would once again allow him to remember his true place as the wolf's loyal and obedient slave...

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Fulfilment of Prophecy

"Allow me to make a guess, knight..." The demon lord Dominux said. "You heard the prophecy predicting my escape from my prison here and came to prevent it?"

Braxus nodded, keeping his broadsword raised, warily glancing about the chamber for anything than might be there to free the demon.

The big muscle-bound, red-furred beast with the large twisted horns was contained in a translucent bubble of cosmic magical energy in the centre of the large underground cavern, sitting cross-legged. The bubble was being generated by three large enchanted glowing gemstones embedded in the walls.

As far as Braxus knew, the demon had been imprisoned here for a thousand years, after a band of warriors and sorcerers had battled him and lure him into a trap. In doing so, they had saved the world from his corrupting evil and immense power.

Now, an ancient prophecy said someone would free him this night. As soon as he had learned of it a few days ago, the grizzly bear knight had raced here, travelling days and nights with little rest, in order to be here in time to prevent that from happening.

Inside his prison, the demon laughed. "And I suppose the prophecy was very light on details, I expect? They usually are..."

The bear knight merely nodded again, not letting the monster distract him. He needed to be alert and focused. If Dominux were to get free it would be disastrous. The demon would wreak havoc upon the land, corrupting and enslaving all in his path. And with the fall of the Conclave of Sorcerers several decades ago and the disbanding of the Order of the Knight Mages a century before that, Braxus knew there was no longer any force with the power to oppose the demon.

"For example," Dominux said. "I would wager the prophecy didn't say that the alignment of stars on this night would temporarily boost the strength of my corruptive powers, allowing them to extend a short distance beyond the confines of my prison. To you."

The words sunk in a moment too late for Braxus, realization striking him regarding who was likely to be the one freeing the demon. But before he could do anything, he felt a stab of power penetrate his mind, a heady mix of pain and pleasure ripping through him.

He collapsed to his knees, sword slipping from his paw as the demon lord's dark corrupting power washed over him. A rumbling growl escaped his muzzle, his body shuddering, feeling as if on fire.

"You poor pathetic mortal..." The demon said, concentrating the full force of his power on the bear knight. "You came here to prevent the prophecy. But the only way for you to prevent it would have been to stay away..."

Braxus was powerless to resist the demon's immense overwhelming power as it poured through his head. His every thought and desire was twisted and corrupted by the force of the demon's mind, imprinted with a loyalty to Dominux, a yearning need to serve and obey him, to devote his every waking moment to being the demon's slave.

It only took a matter of minutes before the process was complete and Braxus was on the ground, grovelling before his imprisoned Master.

"Thank you, my magnificent Lord!" He babbled. "Thank you so much for casting your influence on me and making me yours!"

"Yes, yes..." Dominux dismissively waved a clawed hand in the air. "There will be plenty of time for such pitiful fawning later. Get your ass to work, slave. Destroy those blasted gemstones and release me!"

"At once, Master!" Braxus rushed to obey, scrambling to his feet and snatching up his sword. He ran to each of the stones in turn and pounded on them with the hilt of his weapon until they cracked and broke apart, the glow in them dying away. Each one took nearly an hour to break, but the grizzly bear was relentless, not pausing for a break at any point, focused solely on the carrying out the task set by his Lord and Master.

When the final gem finally shattered, the bubble surrounding Dominus collapsed, the magical energy dissipating into the air. Laughing uproariously, the demon lord stood and flexed his massive muscles, stretching out his large naked body for the first time in a thousand years.

"Free at last!" The demon lord cried out. "Free to finally get back to enslaving this damned plane of reality and turning it into my own personal kingdom!"

He glanced at Braxus. The exhausted bear knight had thrown himself to his knees before the demon as soon as he had been released, awaiting further orders. "A little reward for you, I think, my new slave." He waved a hand in his direction, flicking a small amount of his power at the bear. "One hundred orgasms should be suitable."

The bear collapsed to the floor, his whole body spasming as an intense orgasm crashed through him, setting his whole body alight with sexual pleasure. In an instant, his cock was hard inside his armour and he was cumming, warm stickiness spreading across his crotch. Once it was over and had died away, he barely had time to get his breath back before the second orgasm hit. And after that, there was another. And another...

Dominux stepped over the bear, squirming and writhing on the floor in the throes of his reward. He headed straight for cavern entrance, not giving Braxus another thought, knowing his slave would catch up with him once his hundred orgasms had run their course.

For now, the demon was eager to get out into the world and get to work. He had waited a thousand years in his prison for this and didn't want to wait even one second longer to begin his campaign of corruption and enslavement. Now he was free, it was just a matter of time until this whole world and everyone in it belonged to him...