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Taken

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Facing the drone-cat across a small arena at the Commission was not what Soren had anticipated. With his scales still wet from the fluid of the tank, he swung his tail unhappily back and forth, working his left leg up and then his right leg, just to make sure everything was still working as it was supposed to. His white-ish mane of hair and the fluff running down the top of his tail clung to him wetly still. There seemed to be more of it than there had been when he’d entered the tank, as if his hair growth had been accelerated too.

That wasn’t as expected. But Soren didn’t know exactly what he ever could have expected.

Where he tried to ensure everything of his body was working as intended, the drone-cat stood tall and silent, not moving an inch. With the metal strip still in his back, devoid of the cables, he had a handicap to deal with – and the drone-creature didn’t show any facial expressions or obvious muscle twitches. In brief, there was less there for him to anticipate the movements of his opponent. His mecha armour, however, helped protect him somewhat too, although the drake had no idea by how much it would help.

Must…fight…

_ _

Yet the dragon swayed. He’d have to rely on his instincts and the natural reactions of his body more than his mind. The drake was not yet so far gone that he didn’t realise that his thoughts were coming more dully and slowly than they should have, though that was not the dragon’s fault at all.

He was just a victim of a system design to exploit him.

Sieg knew little, his mind smooth and blank, completely at ease. All he had to do was obey orders. He blinked slowly, yet latex folded over his eyes, offering him a false eyelids that he could see through. Yet the lion couldn’t remember a time when he had not had such a body.

It was right. Everything was right with his world.

Of course, both the drone and the prospective drone still had their cock sleeves on and the dildos plugging up under their tails, slightly different mechanisms at work.

“Ready?” Decro announced, without giving them any more warning than that. “There…two…one… Now! First one to pin the other for ten seconds is the winner.”

Soren launched himself – but the drone-cat did too. They clashed in the centre of the plain arena with a bellow and a roar, Soren dodging an uppercut to his jaw as he ducked and charged. He tried to go for a throw, to heave the drone up and over his shoulder, but the drone was too swift for that, dodging to the side.

The dildo moved under Soren’s tail and the dragon stumbled, not expecting that, though he couldn’t stop. It was attached to the base of the metal strip in his back and locked around the root of his tail, though he couldn’t let his mind wander, even though his cock throbbed.

His tail swung out, slamming into the drone’s side, though Sieg recovered swiftly and bolted away from him. Soren wasn’t quick enough to stop a brutal slicing kick to his hip, though it wasn’t enough to knock him off-balance. Even with his regular strength, it seemed that the drone was not physically reinforced in any way to best him easily.

That, at least, was something. He dropped his tail to trip his opponent, vaguely aware of Decro and the scientists observing the whole thing in the background. They were not his concern at that time, however.

Focus!

_ _

Yet Soren would never again focus as he had before as he ducked a blow from the drone and grappled with the lion. The two fought for dominance, both evenly matched, though the lion bore down on him. Ever so slightly, the drone-cat had the upper hand, and bore him down with his body weight.

“Oof!”

With the lion on top of him, Soren howled as he was pinned, thrashing and struggling to get out. No, no, no – he couldn’t lose! He needed to get out, he needed to be free! He was never meant to be in the Commission, never!

The lion, however, stiffened suddenly and fell aside, his arms going slack and the leg lock he’d been attempting to hold on the dragon falling weak. Soren took every advantage he could, unaware that Sieg had weakened so drastically because they’d turned the dildo on inside his ass. Jolts of pleasure wracked his body as they brought him to the brink of orgasm, obscene pleasure turning his mind completely blank.

Getting behind the drone-cat, Soren clasped his arms around his neck, holding him tight in a rear naked choke, crossing his arms and applying pressure to a major blood vessel in the side of the drone’s neck.

“Rrrraaarrrrgggghhh!”

He howled as he held him fast, working his jaw tiredly as he bore down, applying more pressure until the lack of blood flow to the drone’s brain caused him to fall slack in Soren’s grip. He was still alive, of course, but knocking him out was the easiest way to pin him and Soren had fallen back too easily on the small amount of martial arts training he had. When the drone had been incapacitated and slumped to the side, it had been easy to disable him.

His chest heaved as he looked up, eyes wide and glistening with a hint of moisture. He’d…won?

The wall of the room behind the scientists ground down into the floor, sliding away as if it had never existed. He should have been more surprised than he was to see the room with the tanks on the other side, though he didn’t know what other horrors were contained within. Relief soaked into him, sweet and blissful, as a set of mechanical arms hoisted the drone into the air.

“Interesting performance, dragon,” Decro said smoothly. “SIG-twenty-one will be punished by having its mind completely wiped for its transgression: forever. There is coming back from a full mind-wipe, as it sounds.”

Soren struggled and protested when the mechanical arms snatched him up too, dropping him back into his tank, though it was without the fluid and mask that time. Mecha hands peeled off his plate-like armour and he slumped forward, rolling and rounding his shoulders.

Over… It’s over.

_ _

Outside the tank, the brainpower gauge flicked up a notch, but remained on orange. Relief pulled at him and he struggled to stay still, his thick, powerful tail swinging back and forth in his anxiety to simply be free again.

Can live here…or home. Either…fine.

_ _

They were not full sentences in his head, but they felt like they were, which was all the dragon could really hope for in that regard. He licked his lips, devoid of the mask, and stood a little taller. Still, he could be proud. Still, he could be unbroken. Still, he could be as he was.

He lifted his tail a little, expecting the mecha arms to remove the dildo from him, but jolted when the stretch of his ass increased suddenly.

“Ohhhhh!”

The dragon moaned as his backside strained around a suddenly much-larger dildo, grinding up against his prostate with a throb of warming pleasure. And then the mecha arms were back again, attaching the e-stim pads once more and fixing the tube to the cock sleeve, the cables all locking back into the strip running down his spine.

Thuh-thunk, thuh-thunk, thuh-thunk!

_ _

The clunk of the cables slotting home rocked through him as the dragon arched his back, fighting to get away from the pain. Yet the cables restricted his movement, as large and as awkward as they were, while a sense of wrongness pulled into the pit of his stomach like a lead weight.

Something wrong… Not loser… Not…me…

_ _

He slammed his hands into the glass and howled.

“Help! No! Not…me! Not me! Not me!”

He repeated the words, wondering why his tongue felt as dull and as heavy in his mouth as it did. He needed to let them know it was the other drone, the one who’d been there before, they needed to punish, not him.

“Oof!”

He grunted as his arms were forced behind him and locked with cuffs once more, so he couldn’t pull them in front of his body or do anything much with them. The mask with the full-vision goggles slotted back into place as if it had never left and he snarled against it, weakly fighting.

“Decro! Decro!”

He screamed the wolf’s name as Decro watched him through the glass, a nasty little smile on his muzzle.

“We said we’d release you.”

“Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhh!”

The dragon howled as his hips shoved forward, the orange bar dropping a little lower again, close to the red zone, darkening in colour. Cum shot from him – and it was indeed a kind of release. It just wasn’t the release he’d wanted, not even as ecstasy throbbed through him, as if it was being sent through his body with every tenacious beat of his heart.

His body fell limp, slumping helplessly against the glass of the tank. He drooled as his eyes rolled back, his mouth slightly open, showing off the gleam of saliva slopping from his mouth. A clamp around his tail hoisted it up to restrict his movement further, though there was, ultimately, nothing the dragon could ever have done to stop his body and mind from being drawn under the Commission’s control.

They just liked to toy with their victims. It made them all the more entertaining to break and, of course, increased their semen production. They weren’t good for anything else.

The tube overflowed with cum, every drop carefully collected. Yet Soren knew none of that as the wolf stepped up to the other side of the tank, head tilted in mock pity.

“This is the release you get,” he said scornfully. “You didn’t really think we’d let you go, did you? What a fool you are… A fool to trust, a fool to fall.”

“Gggggnnnnggghhhh…”

Soren wasn’t even aware someone was talking to him, his body still twitching faintly in the aftermath of orgasm. White noise rolled through his mind, no more than static. Another notch on the gauge brought his brainpower into the red range.

Cum…good…

_ _

“Neither of you will gain freedom, not now, not ever. The military has just informed me they’ve stabilised the very rift that brought you here, dragon – and it’s your knowledge that will guide us in obtaining further subjects.”

Decro laughed and shook his head, the other three scientists assigned to Soren looking rather pleased with themselves too.

“Say goodbye to yourself, your self-identity. You don’t need it anymore.”

Decro tapped on the glass and mock-waved, the smile on his lips not reaching his eyes with any kind of warmth.

Soren whimpered throatily, eyes welling up with moisture, though he blinked it away rapidly. Words would not come to his mind, though he vaguely knew he had to fight, that he was to hold back, to not give them what they wanted.

Yet his body felt so heavy and slow, like it was a fight just to stand up straight. Well, Soren was still slumped against the glass, needing it simply to hold himself up. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he dragged it wetly back inside with a great effort of will. His muscles may have somewhat protected his body, but the dragon had no idea what drugs were in his system, rendering him more vulnerable than he ever had been before. There could be no other reason for him to give into those orgasms, to let the pleasure thrum through his body while he thought he was fighting as hard as he possibly could.

Hazy spirals twisted across his vision as he whimpered and managed to get his muzzle a little further back in the mask.

“No…” He muttered, trying to raise his voice, his throat broken and hoarse. “No… Pleasth… Pleasth lemme go… No tell… Lemme go… Pleasth imma beg…beg… Pleasth…”

No lose my mind… No…

_ _

“Pleasth… You mah…fend.”

You were my friend.

_ _

Those four words rang clearly through Soren’s head, a sharp pang aching through his gut. What was that? Why did he feel bad? Yet his mind was no longer capable of understanding where emotion like that even came from, so all he had left was the sensations in his body.

His body felt strange as the wolf shook his head at him, like his hands were not really his hands anymore. His scales itched and fear pulled at him, a jolt jerking his body to the side, where he rested heavily against the glass.

Everything was wrong, feeling like he was both inside and outside his body at the same time, though his mind pulled sluggishly through every breath and every second.

“Mmmmph… Pleasth…”

He begged, lips moving, though only a little sound came out. The tip of his tail twitched, though he couldn’t thrash it back and forth all that much anymore with the cuff around it, hauled up in the air to make sure his tail hole was exposed.

His cock twitched without true arousal being present, the chemicals affecting his need and his neurological system.

“No… Noth…mah…mind…”

His tongue tangled around the words he wanted to say, but they didn’t seem all that important anymore.

What had he been doing?

Yet the dragon couldn’t think anymore as orgasm after orgasm sent convulsions through his body. His hips rocked and pumped without the conscious effort of his mind, though he was there to lust, to enjoy, to exist. There was nothing else for him as the red bar decreased even further, so very close to completely wiping out his mental activity – anything the Commission would not need from him.

His muscle didn’t help him, but it allowed his bare, exposed musculature to be even more glorious as he arched in orgasm. He ground his chest against the tank wall as he bucked and thrust, his sleeve-covered cock aching as it bounced harmlessly off the glass. He couldn’t help it, how weak he was, not even possessing the ability to think and draw his tongue back into his mouth again.

“Mmmmm-nnnnggghhh…”

The dragon tried to shake his head, although he wasn’t in control. It would have hurt more if Soren could have seen how far he’d fallen, the drone-cat thrashing and twitching in suspension outside the tank. Mecha hands moved around him to put him in bondage, though he would be used as they saw fit.

He’d been free. He’d been proud. He’d been in control of himself. Oh, how things had changed…

But he had been forced, the spirals covering his vision, although they were translucent, so he could still see what was happening around him. Soren could have, at the very least, been proud that he never gave in, not fully, but they had needed to force him with chemical influences in the end. Still, he’d fallen and there was nothing the drake could do to go back to the towering, confident dragon he had once been.

“Unff…”

He blinked slowly, orgasms ripping from him. The electrodes sent blissful shocks of electricity into his already overstimulated body while the dildo pounded his ass, growing again so his hole was stretched beautifully around it. He grunted and groaned, though no one paused as his brain activity decreased further still; there was no room for thinking, of course, while he was orgasming, lost in pleasure.

Ecstasy dominated as his cum was milked from him, his precious seed flowing down the tube. The dragon didn’t see just how the scientists had to swap out the containers for his seed, his balls aching vehemently, yet they refilled themselves swiftly as the chemicals worked deep within his body.

Lust ruled him as his cream flowed down the tube, only a breeder to give his cum. He rocked back and forth lightly, his tongue flopping loosely, though the drake did not even care for the saliva that slopped down the glass. His humiliation was so intense, as he quivered, that he barely even noticed how he felt, the rolling throb of desire making him tense his glutes. Too much was going on, dragging his attention to different parts of his body while he lost sense of time passing.

The lion didn’t fare any better as he groaned. The mecha hands had tied him to a post so his arms and legs were pulled back behind him, forcing his body into a stunning, statuesque arch. His cock, secured within a milking sleeve and connected to a tube, had been thrust out before him, as if that was the most prominent part of his being. Truthfully, to the Commission, that and his nuts were all that mattered.

The drone quivered pitifully as he howled, jaws agape, latex “dripping” between his jaws as it stretched to accommodate his motion. Whereas it could harden up, to fully restrain him, there was other bondage at work there, the metal post pressed up against his back while his arms and legs were bound behind it. So, it relaxed around him, showing off the tight definition of his muscles and, in such a position, drawing the eye to his bulging pecs. Even the cannonball rounds of his shoulders were all on show, despite his arms being drawn back behind him, tail tucked to the side so the Commission had access to all parts of him.

As always, of course.

“Unff… Rrrrggghhh…”

Howling and drooling, Sieg tried to buck and thrust, though his bondage was too tight to allow him all that much range of motion. The vibrator under his tail ground back and forth, yet the vibrations pulsed through him with such an intensity that he rolled his hips forward, his mind dull and unknowing of anything else.

The metal strip in Sieg’s back had been wired into the pole, so the Commission could control and affect him more directly, though the lion didn’t need to think about that. All he needed to do was what the Commission told him.

“Aaarrrroooowwww!”

He let out a very cat-like yowl as he thrust, the milking tube pulling around his cock. It massaged his dick, coaxing stream of cum after cum from him, his eyes fixed up at the screen right in front of his eyes.

Spirals… So many spirals. They twisted through shades of purple and blue, reverting to blue and green and then the typical black and white. Yet his mind didn’t even perceive the colours correctly as he grunted and rocked his hips, letting the loss of control flow through him.

The latex pulled back from his head a little and, to the outward eye, it might have looked like he was trying to break free from it, but it was all under the control of the Commission. It gave the tiniest sliver of freedom, yet it was a release the lion would never have, even though his white muzzle, temporarily was on show.

“Mmmmph… Nnnngghhhh!”

He didn’t even beg, not as he stared at the scream, dragged under the control of hypnosis, falling lower and lower, losing control. He blinked but did not even see the dragon opposite him, dragged under by hypnosis and falling, falling so very far. He gulped hard, his throat aching, yet he would be fed and allowed to drink what the Commission permitted soon enough. Of course, anything he consumed would be imbued with more chemicals to experiment on him and keep him under their control. Yet what was a brainless drone going to do against them?

“Complete erasure is in progress,” Decro said, standing back to admire the show. “Be glad this is not yet your fate, dragon. But there is plenty of time for that.”

The only reason for the Commission to not wipe out Soren’s mind quite yet was so they could toy with him more and, of course, pull memories from his mind. He wouldn’t have his mental functions, but, in theory, his mind could be returned.

They wouldn’t do that, of course, unless it benefitted them, but it was all about breaking the dragon down, bit by bit. Soren tried to jerk his hips forward, his tail twitching and pulling at his restraints, though there was even a strange, miniscule sense of comfort in it.

The bondage was something he could lean into, the e-stim sending pleasurable twitches through his body, ripples of pleasure without even a touch of overstimulation. It felt right, it felt good… Had other things felt so good before?

His eyes glassed over as he blinked through the tank, not even really registering the drone-cat opposite him. He might have been able to recognise the feline as a lion if his mind had not been blank, needy grunts sinking into the mask as he tried to control himself. Yet all Soren’s mind was smooth and relaxed, as if unknown and unseeing tension had been released.

Of course, that made little sense with the mind of an anthro, or even the mind of a dragon. But he wasn’t thinking clearly, not at all.

“Nnnngghhh…”

Soren rolled his hips, his chest aching sweetly. He didn’t realise that was from the electrode pads secured there too, his body trembling all over.

Need…cum…

_ _

The words themselves didn’t pass through his head, only the notion of them, as if all that remained were impressions. As the spirals caught his attention, gaze fixated on them in the visor of the mask, he moaned and lapped with his tongue. Even then, Soren did not know what he was seeking.

The Commission, however, would always provide.

“Unff…”

Sieg flinched and groaned, blinking as a little of his mind returned. Yet it was merely the system bringing his mental activity up – so it could all be drained once again. They could not blank away, of course, what was not there.

“Unff…” The lion struggled, rocking back and forth against his bondage while his shoulders and hips burned ferociously. “No… No! Pleasssssshhhh!”

He couldn’t get his tongue around his words and, truthfully, the lion didn’t know fully what was happening – yet he knew it was bad, very bad. He opened and closed his mouth, gargling on his words.

“Pllleeeeasssstttthhhh,” he moaned, working his jaws up and down several times just get the words out. “Pllleeeaasssshhhhh, noooooo… Nooooooo!”

He howled as the latex pulled around his muzzle, stringing between his upper and lower jaws, yet there was no breaking free from it. The only reason the latex had softened around his mouth was due to Decro adjusting the settings, grinning widely with a slightly deranged glint in his eye as he enjoyed the feline’s struggles.

“Oh, you knew it was coming,” he admonished Sieg with a throaty chuckle that was not held back in the slightest. “You should have known: you signed the contract. If you’d been wiser, you would have run. We’d’ve caught you anyway, of course, but it would have been wiser.”

“Mmmmph – nooooo! Pleasth! You caaaan do thisth!”

Sieg fought and twisted, though the e-stim pads sent ripples through his body, his mind grappling with sensation and shuddering as it struggled to make sense of it. What should have been sharp shocks coursed through him with the ghosting touch of a lover’s caress, the lion’s head lolling as he moaned aloud, drooling thickly. Saliva gleamed at the corner of his lips, heaving and gaping, but Decro had already turned away. Let the lion struggle as he would; it was not as if he was going anywhere.

He pulled up the data showing Sieg’s decreasing brainpower, how the information they fed into him – so he could be an obedient, mindless drone with no mental power to fall back on of his own – overruled all else. The brainpower bar decreased, flashing as it dropped into the red zone, though that only made the wolf smile. Everything was going as planned.

“Ggggnnnngggghhhh!”

The lion convulsed, muscles twitching and jumping, his hips pathetically thrusting forward. The latex gripped him, defining every muscle, the thickness of his thighs as they came down to a point above his knees and the swelling rise of his calves. His chest shuddered, expanding lightly with every snatch of breath he heaved into his lungs, though the lion’s fate was already sealed. At least he was a beauty at the point of his falling, the lost hero finally facing the ultimate failure.

“Nnnfff…”

Sieg’s eyes rolled all the way back into his head, showing white, as his mind was overtaken. They’d make better use of it than the lion ever had, after all, so there was nothing to concern Decro there. The wolf clicked his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth as he sent more and more data into the lion’s mind, revelling in his loss of composure, the sense of helplessness that rolled from the lion in waves.

“So helpless,” he mocked. “So useless. Well, we shall use your body – and your semen. All you need to do is breed. Breed. Breed. There’s nothing more for you.”

“Nngghh…” The lion moaned, tongue lolling from his mouth as his head half slumped forward, eyes unseeing. “No… Free… Free…”

He muttered the word under his breath, muscles jerking once more, his biceps bulging from the strain being put on them, not to speak of his drawn-back shoulders. Decro grinned and shook his head.

“Wrong again.”

Stepping closer, he pointed at Sieg’s cock. The lion’s eyes tried to drop, even though he couldn’t move his head as spasms wracked him once more, the dildo thrusting wildly under his tail and the e-stim firing shocks through his erogenous zones.

“Remember, drone,” Decro breathed, not needing to raise his voice for the lion to hear him. “You were never meant to be anything else. Breed, not free.”

“Aaaarrrrrrooooooowwww!”

The lion yowled, but it was too late. The Arctic wolf smiled as he pressed the button to complete his mind wipe, cutting off his old identity forever.

Well, a drone didn’t need an identity, so it was not as if he would be given a new one. So, there was that to be taken into account too.

“Mmmmmmph!”

The lion tried to howl, but he didn’t know anything as orgasm ripped from him, something that was never his to take – yet could be given freely to the lion when the Commission deemed it right. His hips thrust powerfully, muscles contracting, yet the lion only felt bliss as his cock jetted off, a thick stream of cum washing down the tube. Without blinking, his eyes remained fixed on the screen, watching the spirals, though they would only complete his drone training. Reprogramming a mind to be only a drone was a tough endeavour, but the Commission had near enough perfected the art.

They’d had more than enough victims to test it on, after all.

The lion twisted, moaning as he spent his seed, all in service of the Commission. He couldn’t even blink without an instruction being relayed to him, his mind wantonly blank, not needing anything. He was merely a creature of lust in that moment, his muscles strained as his entire body quivered. He arched out from the pole behind his back as if in an act of service and the pain from being in such a position didn’t even register with him. It simply was not seen as of any importance to his body anymore.

The dragon was no different, eyes wide and glassy as he groaned. His jaws hung as slack as they could within the mask, his eyes fixed on the lion as if he could offer him some manner of grounding. Yet that was not to be so. The hazy spirals drifted in front of his eyes – not quite blocking out the scene before him, outside the tank, but reminding him of his place.

Owned by the Commission. Serving the Commission. There could be nothing other than that.

He blinked slowly and dully, his hips trying to thrust, though it felt like he was moving through quicksand, as if something heavy was dragging him down. The lack of response from his body proved to be a kind of bondage in itself, yet none of that mattered as ecstasy swept through him. The dildo thrust deep under his tail and he clenched around it, aching for more, though it took a few moments longer for him to realise he was climaxing.

No male should have needed too much time to come to terms with their own highs, yet the dragon rolled his hips uselessly, his entire body quivering from the e-stim. The sleeve tightened around his dick, the soft interior pulsating and rippling from base to tip – mimicking what it was to thrust into a partner. It clasped his cock devoutly and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the pleasure.

Yet there was no thought in Soren’s mind at all that he needed to hold back from it. Not as he drooled and moaned, letting pleasure take him, claim him, in a way he never had done before. The red of his mind power bar dropped all the way down, completing his dronification, the Commission left in total control of his mind and his body. Decro grinned and made a note while the other scientists bustled around, taking readings.

“They will be top producers of cum,” the stag commented, not without a little quiver of pleasure at the notion. “The Commission will be very pleased!”

“Yes…” Decro said, his ears twitching. “The Commission will be very glad of our service. And there will be more heroes still to fall, as their reach expands. Soon, no one will stand against the Commission as we bring peace to all.”

The others murmured their agreement, though the two drones didn’t hear them. Or, if they heard them, their minds simply did not comprehend what was happening, as if the others there were speaking a foreign language.

“Mmmmnnnggghhhh…”

Sieg slumped, his shoulder shoving hard into the wall of the tank, though it at least somewhat helped balance him. His tail tugged at the cuff holding it up, but he was restrained nicely, his arms still drawn behind him so he couldn’t even attempt to cover himself. For a dragon like him, there was no modesty – why ever would he need that?

Yet when the last drops of his seed should have flowed into the tube, he jerked again, jolting as the cock massager squeezed roughly around his dick. Oh, but it was a good kind of rough, the kind that had him thrusting and humping, whimpering, soft sounds breaking the barrier of his lips, over and over again.

“Mmph… Ohhh… Mmmph…”

He swiped his long tongue out against the inside of the mask as spirals filled his vision, his cock twitching as his body sent out another stream of cum. His body ached with delicious oversensitivity – yet all he wanted was more.

Another orgasm. Another load of cum.

His balls throbbed and the dragon strove to spear forward, despite his slumped position, following long-held instinct. At least that wasn’t a part of his active brain – not as they’d turned him into a drone, mindless and pending orders.

Sieg was no better, but there was no coming back from a complete mind-wipe, the lion lost as everyone had once known him. His tail picked up, proud in a latex covering, showing off his strained tail hole as the dildo pumped back and forth. His jaws closed as the latex slicked back over his muzzle, though it still allowed his moans to roll through as if there was no muting barrier there at all.

“Mmmmm… Ohhhh…”

The lion rocked his hips lightly, another jolt of e-stim wracking him as he tried to thrust. He had to thrust, had to shove his cock forward, though he was not in any mind at all as he let loose another load of cum.

It flowed thickly down the tube to join the rest as he was milked, entering his first “real” day as a breeder for the Commission. Anything Sieg had experienced before then would pale in comparison to the endless eternity of his fate, though the lion would find himself loving every moment of it.

To give his cum, hour after hour, day after day… Well, there were many who would enjoy such a fate, even if it meant giving up what they were, who they were. Endless pleasure and being secluded away from the rigours of the outside world was not such a bad deal either.

On a screen, monitored by Decro, his EEG fluctuated up and down, shooting higher and then dropping lower for some time. Yet it was all part of the process as the wolf controlled both of the drones’ orgasms, forcing them through repeated bouts of pleasure. The chemicals injected into them, along with nano-tech, would see to it that they never ran dry of a good supply of cum. Some chemicals they were experimenting with would even increase their production further, ensuring their semen was always of the highest quality.

“Maybe you would like that,” Decro mused, watching Sieg’s EEG line go up and down, though it slowed and steadied, bit by bit. “Watch how your brain activity breaks… That’s the last dregs of it going on, your body fighting to hold on to life and intelligence. But you never needed that.”

The lion jerked and thrust as he climaxed again under Decro’s will, thrusting as more cum still poured down into the tube. As Soren shuddered in joint lust, the lion’s EEG finally dropped into a straight line, no longer wavering at all.

With no identity left, the lion stared straight ahead, a mindless, faceless drone: ready to serve his master.

Anyone who disrespected the Commission would face a similar fate, falling at their hands. It was what they deserved and, ultimately, where every hero in the world belonged.

In the tank, Soren groaned, his tail trying to thrash as he spent another load of cum, already rocking his body in pursuit of further delight.

To him, nothing else existed.

*

The military team, organised by the Commission, of course, did well stabilising the rift that had brought Soren to the world, though they had caught no one else coming through it yet. Just because they had not apprehended anyone or needed a hero or the Commission to take care of a monster, however, did not mean that someone might not have passed by their notice.

Since Soren had come from that very rift, slicing through reality and time, it was only fitting that the drone was given his first mission. Using the information stolen from his mind, of course.

Soren stepped through the rift, the dragon no longer in bondage but fully encased in latex. It gleamed temptingly over his muscles as he strode forward, nameless and faceless, though his tag still dangled from his ear, marking him as the properly of the commission. His thick, powerful tail swung behind him as he approached the dragon outside the gym, his latex body upgrading to hard, shiny armour. It was more for show than anything else, for his latex second-skin protected him as it was, though it bulked out the dragon even more than before. To an outside observer, the drone-dragon was more intimidating than ever.

“What the –”

The blue dragon, Valorean, yelled as he was grabbed by the arm, hauled back through the rift outside the gym without a moment to collect himself. He didn’t recognise the latex-clad beast who’d dragged him through, though he tossed down his back and wrenched himself free the moment he was through.

New smells assaulted his nose, sounds clamouring at him: frying food from a fast food place nearby and screaming sirens, traffic roaring in a busy city. It was not home and yet Valorean set his jaw, facing off again the drone-dragon with a curse on his lips.

“You think you can do this?” He snarled, though he was the one on the back foot there. “You will not take me – are you the same one who took Soren away? Soren would never have just disappeared like everyone said!”

He was smart enough to connect the dots, though not quite clever enough to anticipate just how Soren had been broken and twisted under the power of the Commission. He lunged without allowing the drone a chance to attack, spinning aside and lashing the drone with his tail. Soren barely flinched, grabbing the dragon’s wrist and throwing him over his shoulder.

“Oof!”

Valorean grunted as he came down, head spinning – but he had to be quick. He had to get up again. He had to fight. Fight or flight kicked in – there was not a moment to be spared for freezing up – and he faced off against the drone who seemed oddly familiar in the set of their stride.

Soren blinked, looking at the blue dragon without recognising him as anything out than a target. Across the latex in front of Soren’s eyes, the Commission sent orders to him, using the HUD.

“Erase target’s mind immediately,” it read: short and sweet.

He could do that.

He roared as he attacked, single-minded in his determination, exchanging blows with the dragon opposite him. They were both mildly trained in martial arts – though more from a fitness perspective than pursuing any kind of fighting training. The drone, of course, moved without thinking, anticipating the dragon’s movements with unnerving accuracy.

With a drone, after all, anything the Commission wanted could be implanted into their head. Even the ability to fight in a style they’d never used before. To them, it was all the same.

As he grappled with Valorean, clasping one another’s arms as they tried to use their weight to bring the other down, Sieg launched into the fray. Side by side, the drones wrestled with the dragon, slamming Valorean down on his back as the drake let out a pitiful grunt.

“Unff… What the fuck?”

His head spun as he watched the first drone take a helmet, the kind that covered one’s eyes, and held out in front of him.

Once again, Soren followed the instructions, but paused. The instruction flashed again, to erase the target’s mind, though something seemed “off,” as if he was not really present there. Did he know the blue dragon? He knew his fellow drone, the drone-cat, but the dragon… Was he like him?

Soren shook himself. No. He didn’t think, thoughts slipping away as he sent a surge of electricity to agree with the instruction. Yes, he would erase his mind, nodding his compliance as he put the helmet on his old friend’s head.

Valorean didn’t know what was going on, but the dragon understood enough to know something very, very bad was happening. He screamed and thrashed back and forth, using every muscle in his body, every bit of energy under his power. Frankly, it was impressive just how hard a body could fight when it knew it was under threat, the mind screaming to live even when its fate had already been sealed.

“Let me go! You can’t do this!”

He howled, his throat raw from screaming, though the dragon had to keep trying, even as his view was blocked by the visor. It glowed, turning into a screen, and he gaped in a strangled cry as something pulsed through him.

“Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!”

Soren watched the dragon convulse, jerking back and forth as they held him down, all so the erasure of his mind could be completed with ease. He was a drone of the Commission, after all, and he knew what he had to do to keep the city safe.

The dragon was a target, no more than that, his mind told him, though the notion came through impressions in his mind, rather than active thoughts. He was to capture alien creatures, monsters. He was to keep the city safe.

That was all he was intended for. And he would do everything the Commission told him to, without question.

There should be no more hesitation from the dragon.

Valorean huffed and heaved, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as his head turned to the side, though he wasn’t really seeing, wasn’t really feeling. Yet his mouth moved uselessly, letting out a stream of garbled begging.

“No… Please… Don’t do this… I can… Live! Let me…live! Please… No, please!”

At least, that was what his cries would have said if they had been translated. With a gargled, watery quality to them, he may as well have bene speaking another language for all the drones heard or cared for his push-back against them. Sieg grunted as he leaned more heavily on the dragon’s shoulder, though the drake’s legs and tail kicked out, nearly taking both of the drones’ legs out from under them.

Valorean’s back arched and his mind went white, jaw falling slack as he could no longer form words. Yet what left his lips was a broken, drawn-out howl as his cock jetted off. He’d still been wearing his shorts for the gym – just those – but the fight had torn them somewhat, so his cock was partially on show as it swelled. The drone-cat pulled his shorts aside, acting on orders, to let the pulsing beauty of his member push up, pre-cum gleaming at the head as it jetted off.

For where there was pre-cum, there was an orgasm – at least when it came to anything controlled by the Commission. Seed was the elixir of life, as they had found, and they completed Valorean’s identity wipe with the coming of his orgasm.

His cock throbbed powerfully, twitching as it exploded. Long, hot streams of dragon cum splattered back down against his own stomach and thighs while his cock jetted off like a fountain. His balls ached furiously, yet the dragon wasn’t aware of that as he lost himself to bliss as if he had never before experienced any kind of true pleasure.

“Nnnnnnngggghhhhh…”

He groaned, eyes wide and unseeing, his pupils dilated. His tail hung slack on the ground, except for the unknowing muscle twitches that still rolled through him; it wasn’t as if the dragon could control that. His jaw loosened as he grunted, grit grinding into the scales of his muzzle, yet Valorean didn’t even react to it.

The fruitful ropes of cum pouring from his balls as they emptied slowed and stopped to a trickle running down the length of his member. Then and only then did the dragon still, his muscles releasing as he allowed a soft, breathy moan to slip from his muzzle.

“Mmmmmm…”

It was a good kind of moan and Soren’s sensors picked it up, feeding it back into his system as he observed it all with due care. He had to ensure the mind wipe was complete, though a green signal flashed across his visual display. That was good: that meant there was nothing more to do there.

Even though it was Soren’s first mission, it felt as if the drone-dragon had been doing it forever, for he knew nothing other than what the Commission had implanted into his mind. The dragon they’d captured, the alien from another world, would be sent to the Commission and contained; but he didn’t need to know a single thing more than that.

Dragging the dragon into the back of the transport carrier that had brought them to the rift, they secured him fully, pushing his limbs into place so he was lying flat on his back. Out cold, his eyelids were slightly opening, showing his glassy, unseeing eyes. Valorean’s chest, however, still rose and fell lightly, showing that he was, of course, alive. It always took a creature a while to recover after having their identity erased, although they would be all the better for it in the end.

At least, that was what Soren and Sieg knew.

With the dragon secured, they hopped into the transporter, sitting opposite one another so they were face to face. The lion’s tail hung loosely, relaxed, for the drone-cat wasn’t being given any instructions at that time.

“Mmmph…”

Sieg grunted lightly, making a sound in his throat, though the lion didn’t really understand why he was doing it. It was only a small little sound, a little pull in his throat, but it felt kind of nice to him. If he had possessed mental faculties still, he would have realised he found it comforting.

Mecha arms and hands emerged from the dark carrier to remove their armour – but only in part. Of course, they only needed the crotch armour taken off to receive their reward.

The dragon and lion’s full-hard cocks sprung out as they grunted and groaned, rocking their hips lightly as they enjoyed the moment. It was a good time, a warm time, when their bodies ached and the dildos secured under their tails thrust hard, grinding up against their prostates in the best of ways.

“Mmmmmffff…”

“Nnnnngghhh!”

Sieg thrust hard, their cocks both spurting, jetting off so hard that a pool of cum formed on the floor of the carrier between them. Of course, it was none of their concern and neither was it any of their mess to clean up. Their semen mixed and swilled about, the rocking and bumping of the carrier shifting it slightly as it made its way back to the Commission with their target secured.

Endorphins flooded them, their hips rocking from pleasure, though the vibrating dildos simulating their prostates sent ripples through them. Their balls churned with another fruitful load of cum, though the drones didn’t wonder at all why their semen never ran dry, why they were seemingly able to cum multiple times over with no break in-between. It wasn’t for them to worry about and it never would be. There were no thoughts in their heads, for they were not really intelligent creatures anymore, only the mindless, obeying drones that the Commission needed them to be.

Happy at last; forever happy.

For them, there could be no better way to exist, not as their cocks twitched to send forth another load of cum, securing the Commission’s control over them. As if there had ever been any question about that.

Taken by the Commission, they’d want nothing else ever again.

And they’d do everything asked of them and more.