Taken, Part Three

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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?