Recruits, Pt.02

For the Commission had broken his mind so he was no more than a beast, drooling around his feeding tube. He thrust and thrust madly, seeing nothing before him other than the room and the other heroes: fellow dogs to him.

That was, when he could see them, after all. Most of the time, all Enma looked at was the inside of the visor, the spiral there swirling around and around, drawing his attention. It was beautiful, simply hypnotic, and he couldn't drag his eyes away from it. Not that Enma wanted to in any way.

A tag in his ear read: "Enma 003." He didn't remember the process of having it put in.

Before him, though Enma could not see him, squatted Aono, the once proud Samoyed who had thought he would never be broken. Even though his brain function was near the point of being completely destroyed, nothing more than wasted mush, he was still useful to the Commission. For the latex had overtaken his body, jerking him about and forcing the meat of the dog to obey as if that was what it had been for all along. It was still being studied, of course, but it didn't mind the Commission being around as long as it had a body to use and manipulate, which was all that mattered to the sentient latex that had taken over.

If not for the latex, after all, Aono would not have been able to even appear as if he was functioning at all.

"Mmmph!"

Aono grunted as the latex forced him down, deepthroating his friend's cock. And it was such a good cock, nice and thick, driving pleasantly into the back of his throat even as his body gagged on it. It was such an instinctive reaction, but Aono didn't need to worry about that or hold back in the slightest. All was as it needed to be.

As he sank down, bobbing his head with singular lust, the black latex interior of his maw gleamed wetly. There was no part of him anymore that was not covered in latex, not as the canine sucked and drooled, a longer, more flexible latex tongue twisting between the bottom two lines of his teeth.

"Mmmm..." He groaned. "Nnnnnggggghhhhh..."

The latex very much liked the flavour of his friend's cock, driving him on to suck and to lick, his long, black tongue stretching out to lap over Enma's balls. As the Samoyed squirmed, not seeing his friend as the one doing the lapping, Aono ran his tongue back and down, dragging it sensually over Enma's perineum, between his nuts and his strained pucker.

His hands tightened on Enma's waist, fingers digging into the bare, black fur where it was exposed. He didn't recognise Enma as his friend, however, not as he lapped, digging his tongue lustfully up into the crease between the Samoyed's nuts, cradling and pleasing them as if there was nothing else in his mind.

There was nothing in his mind, not at all.

He ran his hands up a little, squeezing and rubbing, admiring the edge of the powerful muscles there and how they were defined even through the canine's fur. He was sculpted, a work of beauty, and all there for Aono to enjoy.

Aono's body was not idle, however -- or more so the Commission made use of it too while studying the latex and how it interacted with the fragments of his shattered mind. Rods attached to his ankles, forcing him to spread his legs wide in bondage, even if Aono was not going anywhere of his own free will. A sex machine, rising from the pod where he'd been locked in, pounded him ruthlessly, dragging against his anal passage with every crude, grinding thrust. There was very little lube, ever, with that machine, but it was not as if Aono even needed that anymore. He had been well-stretched around a multitude of sex toys and aids, all so his backside remained loose and pliable for anything the Commission wanted to do to him.

"Mmmmnmnnnn..."

The canine sucked deeply on his friend's cock, lips slurping over the hot, smooth length. Yet he had to keep breathing, the latex forcing him to take in gulp after gulp of air through his nostrils, his mouth stuffed full. There was a muskiness there that had his tail wagging, the intrinsic scent of dog that came with a rougher edge of something almost earthen wrapped up in the aroma. His mind was not there, however, to make sense of a smell like that, not even then.

"Unff... Nngghhh... Rrnnngghh..."

He groaned as it fucked him, lifting his tail as if proudly and humping back against it, though there was an erratic edge to his movements. The canine didn't have to know what he was doing or why he was doing it, but his body registered the presence of pleasure. That was all he needed.

His mouth full of his friend's cock, muzzle shoved all the way down. His ass stuffed with a big cock. There was nothing more that could have pleased Samoyed's lust-struck body more.

Only instinct remained, not the ability to process the information his senses fed to him. All he knew was to grind back and to suck, to take everything his body was offered. If it was not taken, he would be given it anyway, whether or not he was ready for it.

Enma whined and moaned, though the sound was muffled from the gagging force of the tube in his mouth. His crotch jerked forward rapidly, like he really was nothing more than a dumb, feral canine approaching orgasm -- and then orgasm coursed through him. Pump after pump of cream surged from him in frantic orgasm as he ejaculated straight down Aono's throat.

Of course, the Samoyed didn't let a drop of it go to waste. He kept his lips pursed tightly around that treat of a cock, grinding his hips and rocking back faintly as not a drop teased from the corners of his lips. He thrust too, mindless in ecstasy, as the dildo up his ass made him orgasm too. His climax, however, shot a green-ish fluid from his shaft, which was funnelled away into a tube and containment chamber, his cock covered by a sleeve. They didn't want to waste something that could be used for research, after all.

Aono wouldn't know that his semen was used to refine the energy of the other heroes into higher-grade weaponry through a chemical reaction. Of course, Aono needed to swallow their semen first, which was just why he was even allowed to suck Enma's cock. There was a process to be followed and Aono played his part well, the soft mush of his mind willing as his tail wagged and wagged.

The tag on Aono's ear read: "Aono 004." One more hero who had been captured.

Daybreak had not fared much better, panting for breath as his fur stuck up in different directions, damp from sweating in his bondage. The pod still held him, for he was set there to be drained and milked, but his pride was not what it once was.

He hung there, still thrusting, eyes unfocused, not really seeing what was before him. The breaking of his mind had come from orgasm after orgasm, stealing his seed from him as nothing more than a commodity to be used and sold, however they pleased.

I can't... He thought helplessly, though his thoughts were reduced to fragmented sentences that, more often than not, did not make sense on their own. Can't stop... No... Cum... Need... Need... Want...

"Nnnnnggghhhh..."

He groaned, though didn't shake his head, sick humiliation twisting in the pit of his stomach. That sensation barely left him, like his skin was crawling in a very unpleasant way, itching and jumping and prickling.

He'd failed. He'd broken. He'd given his cum, again and again, and had not been able to stop himself in any way.

However, the scientists had, unfortunately for him, uncovered that his semen production and quality were better when he was fighting back. The wolf shuddered and twitched, looking away, as other anthros moved around him, attaching wires to his cervical spine and the back of his head. Some of them were implanted into his body while others stuck on to him, monitoring. Daybreak didn't care, seeing only the blurring, faceless shapes before him.

"If we wipe his mind and re-set him," one said, catching Daybreak's attention at last, "we can bring up the quality again."

"Do you think that will work?" Another probed. "Hm... It may... But what if we break him completely?"

Daybreak switched on, blinking rapidly, coming back fully to the present moment. That wasn't right, that was wrong... What would happen to him if his mind was re-set? A spark of who he was flared through him, heat snarling at his core.

"The Commission will be better able to use him this way," someone said, the white lion that had been back and forth all along. "Wolf, we will re-set your brain and allow your memory to come back, from your very first day at the facility. Once you are fighting us again, though you will not escape, your semen quality will be right back to what it was before. Isn't that going to be fun?"

Daybreak growled under his breath, yet that fire was not strong enough to flare behind an ember. He whimpered and clamped his jaws shut, resisting and yet...not as he would have done before. That in itself was indicative of how he had changed.

Silent, he glared, showing the lion scientist a flash of his teeth. Even though he wasn't gagged, he said nothing, his body tense, the cock sleeve pumping along his engorged dick. It never stopped, the machines never letting him rest from the endless push of orgasm.

Daybreak accepted it outwardly, doing his best to steel his mind. He had to be resilient on the inside. If they were going to try to affect his mind, surely that was a part of him that he could protect, right? It was inside him... And that was all Daybreak had left.

Something ached at the back of his skull and Daybreak twitched, his tail flicking to the side, though that didn't help. It was like a fuzzy, deep ache, warming and pulsing, but he didn't get a chance to react as a rush of pleasure crashed over him, as if he was right below a waterfall in the plunge pool.

"Mmmmmmpppppphhhh!"

He howled, body bucking and arching, eyes rolling all the way back in his head. With no warning at all, a huge spurt of cum shot from his cock, filling the tube and sloshing down into the chamber, though that had been nearly full.

Pleasure rolled through him -- but there was static in his head, like a computer in the process of being re-booted. The Commission worked at manipulating him, tech wizards behind the scenes working with the scientists to better break him, even if Daybreak could never have known the intricacies of that side of things.

He humped like a mindless beast, drooling, saliva marking his muzzle and chest as his nose tipped down.

"Mmmmnnnn... Nnnnnrrrrrffff!"

He lost control, humping madly, as if he was a mindless beast -- more like Enma, yet they could never be quite the same. He thrust harder and harder, his body fighting against his mind as if it was a servant who hated its master. The mind should never have been in force against the body's primal urges, after all.

He thrust erratically, the sleeve milking his cock in time with every pump of his hips, although Daybreak didn't truly know. His mating urge was there, raw and instinctual, and it was that which had to be paid due attention above all else.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhh!"

He blinked, though did not see, not as he humped and grunted. Cum streamed from him, his balls stimulated too with sparking electrical pulses, forcing them to refill with seed at a far more rapid rate than anything they had done previously. After all, the Commission needed Daybreak's production up and what he had been producing so far simply wasn't enough for them.

The creamy load of cum sloshed into the tube, pouring down, though Daybreak didn't see any of it, not even as his chamber was swapped out for a fresh one.

"Aaaaaarrrrrooooooaaaahhhhh!"

He roared, fingers trying to clench into fists, even though the pod didn't allow that. All he could do was tense the muscles in his arms and shoulders, letting them all bunch up wildly as he bellowed and thrust with no sense in his mind.

"Mmmmmnnnnn..."

His cries softened a little, the rawness of his throat showing through, yet the scientists laughed and pointed at him, some even wiping tears from their eyes.

"I didn't think it would be that strong!"

"Look how much he climaxed, even from that!"

"Maybe all we have to do is keep re-setting his mind to keep the Commission happy?"

His body's response gave them plenty of new ideas to keep him useful and torment him, the defeated hero who had, after all his protests, fallen so far.

Yet Daybreak was going to fall repeatedly, the wolf tumbling and crumbling. For his mind was not truly broken -- merely re-set, so he didn't remember anything, put back to the moment he entered the facility.

"Nnnggghhhh..."

Daybreak groaned, licking his lips. Opening his eyes, he reeled, unfamiliar surroundings filling his vision. Enma was locked into some sort of restraining device opposite him, limbs sucked back -- and there was a black anthro down on their knees in front of him. They kind of looked like they were covered in latex, which didn't make any sense to Daybreak, who was grappling with the reality of a new situation and environment.

"Uhhh... Whuh... What? Where am I?"

He spoke aloud, some white-coated anthros backing off slightly from him. They held clipboards in their hands and digital devices, appearing to be making notes.

Pleasure shot through him and he howled, snapping his jaws off a moment later to cut off the sound. Daybreak didn't know how he knew, though he knew he had to resist it. The pleasure swamped him, as if the tidal waters were closing above his head, dragging him down and down and down. He huffed and grunted, tongue lashing out, for his muzzle was still free at that moment.

"Mmmmmnnnn... Unff... No... Mmmph!"

He tried to clamp his jaws shut against the horror of it, teeth interlocking with one another, yet the wolf could not. His entire body quivered and his tail lifted, though it did not wag. On the contrary, it was stiff with trembling lines of tension.

Others surrounded him, though the bob of the latex-clad beast's head was hypnotic, catching him. He shook his head, disregarding it the best he could. Something was shoved up under his tail, grinding back and forth, though it was not that which strained him. It was the mechanical hand, with folding, gentle fingers, that appeared from the pod he was trapped in that had him shuddering, twitching and grunting like a beast possessed.

He moaned and thrust as the cock sleeve pulled back, merely clasped around the tip of his cock. Daybreak didn't know what that was for, but it couldn't be anything good, not in the slightest, not as the mecha hand closed around his length and pumped, groping him like it already knew every nuance of his body.

"Mmmph... Nnnggghhh... No. No!"

He snapped, snarling and peeling his lips back from his teeth, though the action did not feel natural to him for some reason. Daybreak couldn't explain why and the sinking, dropping feeling in the pit of his stomach told of something that his mind couldn't quite grasp. The past still existed even if he couldn't remember it.

The mecha hand ran over his firmly muscled abs and groped up to his chest, playing over his pecs through his suit and even catching his nipples through it too. The wolf grunted, shaking his head, tail trying to tuck down even though it had no hope of pushing the sex toy out of his rump. He didn't even know if he wanted to arch into the mecha hand's touch or not, caught in a moment out of his control.

Got to hold off... Can't cum... He thought furiously, dragging on the thoughts even though his body ached. Can't let go. I've got to...fight them!

His honour wouldn't let him fall -- and yet Daybreak was always destined to break. Again and again, more times over than any fur should have tumbled down into the pits of despair. His heart pounded furiously as the mecha hand groped his ass, squeezing his rump and digging its fingers in, but there was a part of his body that leaned into it too.

It didn't make sense, not at all, but he did his best, his absolute best. Muscles bunched and pulled and the wolf gnashed his teeth together, saliva filling his muzzle. There was too much going on all at once for him to think about little things like that, the cock sleeve sliding down his dick fully while the mecha hand wandered.

For my honour... I will not cum!

He howled, but it was too late as a warm massage groped his balls. The fingers of the mecha hand folded around his nuts, squeezing and rubbing, though not hard enough at all to hurt him. It had him humping and bucking his hips as if he was a younger stud, in his prime and his peak. Daybreak didn't know how old he was, not then, his mind still swimming in the aftermath of all they had done to him.

"Aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!"

A raw, ragged cry ripped from him as he ejaculated, a pained orgasm leaving him as hurried spurts of luscious cum shot from him, pouring down the tube. He blinked away tears that he would never admit to, traitorous streams of moisture soaking into the fur of his cheeks.

The lion took note of the readings from the container and Daybreak's semen quality. As hypothesised, changing his mental state back to how he'd been when he'd first entered the facility, his production was back to normal. Even better, in fact: for there was more sperm even than before in each drop of semen.

"At your peak now, puppy," the lion said approvingly, not caring that Daybreak was a wolf and not a dog. "That's much better... Wouldn't want you to lose your use for us too quickly... But we'd always found some place for one like you."

Re-setting the wolf's brain, even once, could cause permanent damage. Yet it would be impossible for Daybreak to know what damage had been done, for he would not remember things between each re-setting. For him, all he'd know would be the fear and a sense of trepidation of finding himself in the same situation repeatedly, some deep part of his psyche knowing he'd been there before.

Some would call it déjà vu. Yet his comprehension of everything would fall, bit by bit, losing his mental capacities as his mind was broken into tiny, shattered fragments. And no one would bother putting the fragments together again.

That was okay, however. He'd signed the deal and, for the Commission, it was all for the greater good, no more and no less than that.

Continued in part three of three...