The Legion of Obedient Super-Slaves
Parts 1-2
by: webb025@hotmail.com
9/2008
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
NOTE: This series is a spin-off of my "Lifetime Alterations" story.
This whole multi-part tale begins with a preliminary "origin" story
that isn't published here. I've summarized it in brackets below. Just
knowing it will allow full enjoyment of the rest of the stories.
[Summary of the origin story: Cute but physically average teen Billy Norton
is visited by an alien, who gives him the power to transform into PowerPuppy,
who is superstrong, can fly, and is endowed with powers like those of a dog:
he can solve crimes by sniffing a smelly old pair of shoes and following a
trail they made; he can tell who was sitting in a chair by sniffing the
chair, and then sniffing the butts of suspects. He also gets a costume with
two interlaced P's, which appears on his suddenly super-built self when he
goes through the transformation ritual. Anyone drinking even one small drop
of his cum becomes totally will-free and obedient for two to two and a half
hours, depending on weight and susceptibility.
Slade Beatty, a student at Billy's school, accidentally and secretly sees
Billy going through the transformation ritual, watches PowerPuppy in action
using his powercum to break the will of and obtain a confession and
cooperation from a criminal, and when everyone leaves the room, discovers
and collects a few spilled drops of powercum on the floor. Trying a drop on
himself, he discovers its power when he stands frozen for over two hours,
desperately wanting someone to tell him what to do, but no one is around.
He gets the idea to try the remaining drop on Billy, slipping it into his
drink at lunch; he orders Billy to transform, and discovers that the
hypnotized PowerPuppy is his to command, but only for a little more than
two hours. Slade has to be careful not to exceed this period without
covering his tracks, or Billy / PowerPuppy will find out what's going on
and put a stop to it.
Now Slade has set up a regular schedule. Every evening, Billy takes the
"medicine" he knows he needs to stay healthy (or so he was told, while
"under the influence"). Enslaved, he helplessly transforms himself into
PowerPuppy, flies to Slade's house, and awaits orders. At first, Slade
enjoys the humiliation of having PowerPuppy perform dog tricks, and then
using him sexually, especially his amazing dog tongue and cock. Slade
enjoys rubbing his enslaved superhero's powerful, churning balls while
PowerPuppy is standing at attention staring straight ahead, manufacturing
powercum for bottling and use on himself the next day. And Slade loves
taking PowerPuppy doggy-style, at which the entranced hero is of course
instinctively good.
But eventually Slade wants more power and more variety, so with his
limited time of control each day he has PowerPuppy leave behind a jar of
powercum which Slade then uses to bend others to his will, although for
only a couple of hours each time. And he uses the rest of PowerPuppy's
enslavement period each day to have him fly to a remote area and use his
superpowers to construct a giant Fortress of Servitude, where the master
bedroom will have a huge bed for Slade's use, and a big puppy basket
next to it for his pet superhero. If only Slade could overcome the two
hours a day use limit...]
1.
PowerPuppy finished his assigned task of filling the two bottles with
powercum fresh from his superballs, one bottle for Billy Norton's
"medicinal" use the next evening and the other for Master Slade's
personal stock in his refrigerator. PowerPuppy couldn't resist giving
his balls a thorough cleaning with his tongue before pulling up his
costume and flying off for another hour's work on his Fortress of
Servitude, at his master's instruction. He was under orders had to get
home after the hour, since his master knew that at that time the
powercum would wear off and PowerPuppy would become plain old Billy
Norton again.
Meanwhile, up in his bedroom, Slade was enjoying the feel of the
duelling tongues of the powercum-enslaved captains of the football
and basketball teams on either side of his engorged cock. Just the
sight of the two straight "big men on campus" on their knees, muscles
bulging, having temporarily lost their own wills to the strength of
the powercum, looking earnestly up at him to see if they were pleasing
him, was almost enough to set him off. He held off as long as he could,
sprayed their faces with shot after shot of his load, and ordered them
to lick it off each other. While they were eagerly at it, he noticed
that the powercum would be wearing off soon, so he hurriedly sent them
into the shower, had them clean each other off, get dressed, and drive
home and forget the whole evening, remembering only that they had a
successful study session. He knew he would try to get them back over
someday soon!
Sexually sated, Slade contentedly prepared for bed. But this night,
sleep was not to be. Just before he switched off the light, Slade
noticed a sort of "disturbance" in the air across his room, bending
the light like a mist, although there was no mist. As the seconds went
by, it was clear that something was materializing near the bedroom door.
Frightened, Slade grabbed the lamp by his bed and prepared to throw it
at the materializing object, until he noticed that it was becoming...
An incredibly beautiful boy about his age. Blond, naked, and with
every part perfect. Slade's arm froze in place. And then, the object
-- boy -- began to speak.
"Slade?" it/he said. Slade was shocked that this, this being knew his
name. "Uh... uh..."
"Hi, I'm Znort. Don't be scared, I'm here to make your life even more
fun than it is now."
Slade had not yet completely recovered. "Uh... uh... you..."
Znort looked down at himself. "Oh, is my nakedness making you nervous?
I'm kind of surprised at that, considering how quick on your feet you
were with PowerPuppy. Found his weakness, did you?"
Slade blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your friend,
I'll put him back the way he was."
Znort chuckled. "Don't bother, I like him better the way you've made
him. Well, if my appearance is making you nervous..." His body
shimmered a bit, and then he appeared fully dressed, in the latest
skater wear. "This isn't what I really look like, anyway. I don't think
you'd understand if you saw me the way I really look.
"Anyhow, I'm so impressed by what you did with PowerPuppy that I'm
prepared to make you my partner in creating a league of superteens
here on Earth. I think you'd do a great job making suggestions."
"Partner? Superteens? What are you talking about?"
Znort sat down, or seemed to sit, on a chair, although the cushion
didn't compress at all as he sat atop it. "I'm from a planet near the
center of this galaxy, and I came here for a reason. A powerful, evil
race of beings called the Kryuthians is going from planet to planet,
enslaving or killing all the creatures they meet, depending on which
is more convenient for them. They're much more advanced than most of
the beings that they encounter, so it takes them very little effort
to destroy or enslave a planet.
"My people are trying to stop them, and we're more advanced than they
are, but there's not enough of us, and we can't be everywhere at once.
So we are visiting inhabited planets around the galaxy, creating
superbeings that will allow those planets to defend themselves in
case the Kryuthians show up. Unfortunately, or fortunately for me I
guess, I'm not highly thought of at home, so I was sent to do the job
way out here in this remote spiral arm of the galaxy. The odds of the
Kryuthians coming HERE are pretty much zero. It's way out of their way
and there's nothing here they would want. But that means no one from
my planet really cares what I do out here, so I can pretty much do what
I feel like."
"Wow! That's alot for me to think about. Er, so why don't they like
you at home?"
Znort thought a bit. "Well, I guess I should tell you, it will help
you be my partner. Our race has three sexes, all of which are necessary
for reproduction. I, on the other hand, am only sexually attracted to my
own gender. That makes me a --"
"Pervert?" guessed Slade. Znort chuckled. "No, a certain percentage of
our race is born that way, I was born that way, and only the most
primitive of cultures blames someone for the way they were born. Oh,
did I offend you?"
"Not at all, I agree with you completely. Go on."
"Well, of course there are others like me, attracted to our own gender,
and we tend to hang out, get together in our own, well, 'clubs' I guess
it would be to you, and even live together in threesomes of the same
gender. Everyone is fine with that.
"But I have, well, somewhat different tastes. I am actually attracted
only to 'straight' members of my gender. And to get them under my power,
I have been experimenting with, shall we say, illegal methods of mind
control. Some of my kind suspect me of this, and THAT's why I'm not
that popular, and why I was selected for one of the least important
parts of our galactic defense task, the farthest away from home.
"Not only do I enjoy mind control, I get off on watching others doing it,
seeing someone learn how to take another individual, slowly strip him of
his own will and desires and even identity, and convert him into a playtoy
for his controller's amusement. And the stronger the enslaved individual
started out, the further down he's brought, the more exciting I find it.
And you did a great job with PowerPuppy! How did you figure out his
weakness?"
"Well, I secretly saw the effects of his powercum on other people, and
while I figured it wouldn't work on HIM, I thought it might work on his
secret identity, Billy Norton, when he wasn't 'transformed'. And of
course it did."
Znort laughed appreciatively. "We always leave a weakness in our
superheroes, so they don't get out of control on their worlds. Of course,
I personally have OTHER motivations for giving them a weakness. And your
figuring out that Billy Norton was vulnerable to PowerPuppy's cum was
masterful."
Slade laughed. "PowerPuppy doesn't even know that he's really Billy
Norton anymore, and Billy doesn't know he's PowerPuppy. He just wonders
why he can't remember a few hours each evening and weekend, but for some
reason he can't talk to anyone about it. And the Pup makes sure there's
always a fresh bottle of powercum available in my refrigerator for when
I need someone else's... cooperation."
"Actually, his powercum has more than just the mind control effects that
you're using. If you were to inject it into a fertile female human, you
could get a litter of, say, five super-powerful offspring, and then in
just a little more than two people-years, you would have five sixteen-year-
old superteens flying around your high school and around town. We could
give them all different superpowers, and maybe some deliciously humiliating
weaknesses. And they would be bonded to you as their master, of course."
For some reason that picture turned Slade on incredibly. Five superpowerful
teenagers to serve him, and no more of that constant worrying about the time
limits of his control.
Znort went on, "So, are there any suitable females available for breeding?"
Slade thought for a moment. "I know EXACTLY who would make the right mate
for PowerPuppy. She's smart, she's beautiful, she's stacked, and she's
amazingly athletic, but she doesn't exactly have guys hanging off her.
She's a bit over six feet tall, and pretty strong, and I think that
intimidates most guys. But as breeding stock for PowerPuppy, I think she'd
be absolutely perfect. All the teen pups would probably end up bigger,
taller, and stronger than Billy, their unwitting 'dad'. Maybe better
looking, too. I bet he would really look up to them." Slade smirked at the
irony. "So how do we get those two together?"
Znort laughed. "That's easy. Let them do it themselves. Slip her some
powercum at the end of the day, and tell her what she must do. When
PowerPuppy shows up here, tell him where he can find her, and to obey her.
As soon as she sees him, she will be programmed to order him to fuck her,
which he will do very efficiently. There is no possibility of failure. The
powersperm will find and enter their eggs no matter what.
"Now that that's settled, what's your suggestion for our next superhero?"
Slade laughed. "I can't come up with that so quickly. But I think I can
get help. Tomorrow afternoon, after I spike the chess club's drinks with
powercum, some of the smartest geeks in the school will kneel before me
and provide their best suggestions. Come back then and I'll tell you what
they came up with."
Znort began to disappear in a swirl of color in the air, starting with
his legs and moving up his body. "See you tomorrow..." his voice trailed
off as he vanished.
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2.
The next afternoon, the scene at the chess club meeting was not exactly
as its members had planned. On the tables sat half-empty cups of the
punch generously provided by Slade. But instead of studying openings
as they had discussed, they were naked and on their knees before their
new master Slade, trying to come up with ideas for perverted superheroes
that would satisfy him and earn them a big reward. Slade looked them
over. There was a remarkable diversity of body types and endowments
in the group, more than he would have guessed. But after listening to
a number of interesting ideas, the absolute best one came from Curtis,
the smallest-built and smallest-hung guy. He almost didn't look like he
belonged in high school at all, although he was a junior. And Slade knew
immediately that his idea would become the first new superhero created,
if Znort could pull it off. "MorphTeen... absolutely brilliant.
"Now for your reward. What's your ultimate sexual fantasy involving
people at the school?"
With no hesitation, Curtis said, "Debbie Norquist, the cheerleader with
the big boobs. I want her..."
Slade commented, "Conventional, I suppose..." But Curtis continued,
"...and her boyfriend Chuck, the football player..." Slade muttered,
"OK, less conventional, but he outweighs you nearly three to one, and
outmuscles and outhangs you more than that..."
"...I want them together in front of me, competing desperately with
each other to show me who is the bigger slut. They can use sex toys,
slutty clothes, filthy talk, whatever they want to humiliate themselves
with. The winner of the biggest slut contest gets fucked by me, while
the loser gets to watch, masturbate, and wish they were being fucked by
me. And the whole thing, from start to finish, I want burned onto a DVD
for me to watch, or show others, forever."
"Hmmm. So we'll need an audio-visual slave as well. No problem, plenty
of possibilities right here in this room! OK, guys, in a few minutes
you will all get dressed. You will forget everything that happened
here this afternoon. But in your subconscious minds, you will continue
to think of other perverted superheroes that could be created. You won't
know why you're thinking about that, and you won't share your thoughts
with anyone else, it would be embarrassing.
"Curtis, Thursday afternoon after school you will go to the study hall
room. You won't remember why you need to go there, but I guarantee
you'll like what you find there.
"Oh, and guys, you WILL remember how FANTASTIC the punch I brought
tastes." Slade walked out the door.
[Should I continue this? Feedback and suggestions appreciated.]