Taken, Part Three

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.