Star Wolf's Torments
A game story that was written a LONG time ago, and I can't remember if I posted it or not. I couldn't find it, so here's hoping that it's unposted and I'm finally getting around to it now. Anyway, enjoy this little game story of Wolf O'Donnell getting put through hell and humiliation for kink purposes.
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_Name: Wolf O'Donnell Species: Wolf
Health: 16/40 Lust: 05/20 Corruption: 21/25
Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 12 (+1)
Skills:
Blaster: 4 (+0, 4)) Unarmed Combat: 3 (+2, 5) Intimidation: 2 (+2, 4) Computer Use: 3 (+0, 3) Sex (stamina): 2 (+3, 5)
Inventory:
-Lockpick -Shield (2 uses, cancels out incoming blaster shot) -Computer Spike (2 uses, hacks through computer security without skill) -Stun gun_
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You are Wolf O'Donnell, better known by your alias as Star Wolf. You are a mercenary that has terrorized the Lylat system for some time, either as an independent pirate or as an employee of the most villainous people in the galaxy.
Recently, you were under the employ of the mad scientist, Andross, who had decided to make a play to take over the Lylat system again. After being defeated by the Star Fox team, you were sent fleeing with your tail between your legs right back to your employer. Hoping for a better set of weapons to fulfill your mission, you were instead punished...
And humiliated...
And 'trained' for a better use, in the eyes of the mad scientist. After all, one cannot exactly expect to get their command back after that sort of fuck up.
Right at this point, you are panting, hanging from your restraints, your ass actually hurting like hell after being fucked by one of the ape-men that function as the mad scientist's underlings in every position. Panting for breath, you stare at them, giving them the same glare as you always have. They just chuckle, more than used to the glaring that you do by now, no longer intimidated by it after having your ass at least five times a day without any repercussions.
Until now.
You wrench your arms from both sides, ripping through the chains that have held you down for the past month. The apes gasp, but you're too fast, too desperate for them to stop you. You lunge over a pair of computer consoles, slamming a fist in the head of the one nearer to you before throwing a large computer monitor at the other one.
They're down, and you're free...
The question is, for how long?
/
//: First thing to do is scout out any supplies I can get from this room. I doubt any of my usual equipment is around for me to use, so I'll likely need to find something to make do. (end)
You do a quick inspection of the circular room. The restraint poles that held you spread-eagle for the last month are behind you, on the highest raised platform at the very back of the room. Between you and it is a bank of computers, seemingly a bunch of readouts of the various experiments that they were performing on you. Not that you know what they were doing with all those drugs and cables and everything; you were a little more focused on the fact that they were jamming thick cocks up your ass every day to ask them what they were doing.
On the floor are the two apes, both of them dressed in lab coats and seemingly unarmed, though you can't be entirely sure considering how thick those coats are and how messy they seem to wear what they consider clothes. Those pants could hide anything. Literally. Anything.
There are a couple of desks on the far side of the room that look like they have a few experimental things on them, goods that the apes were working on between tormenting you. You can't see them very well from here, though.
Do you want to check the computers? They seem to be unlocked.
Do you want to go for the gear? It could be useful.
Or do you want to check the apes' pockets? Who knows what's in there...
/
//: Time is likely short, it won't be long before they find out something is happening or the shifts change. It'll be best to use the computers to see any information I can find, perhaps even a map if I'm lucky. (end)
[Roll Computer Use, DC 12]
[4+3]
You hope to get this done quickly, but your fingers are still a bit numb, or perhaps you're just not used to the systems that the Venom scientists are using. In either case, you are able to determine that the shift change is not for another hour, at least. If you want to go for any more than one topic, though, you are going to have to spend at least twenty minutes fiddling with the computer. Maybe it's best to just pick one? Or maybe you want to be sure of what you're doing, and check everything that you can in that time?
The subjects seem to be:
Experimental Subject Wolf: Tests Complete Facility Layout Lab Security Functions Security Door Off/On Communications Array
/
//: Despite how tempting the first option is, I need to know my way around more than anything else. Having security off won't help if I'm running the wrong way. I'll check the layout. (end)
You open the map function of the computer programs, finding yourself facing a rather massive map of a rather massive facility. You are apparently on Sublevel 10, well below the surface of the planet, and you can see that there are a number of different rooms and levels above you. There are no signs of who is where, but you can imagine that the very bottom level - Sublevel 15 - is where Andross is.
You feel a small surge of anger when you think of that great ape, and there's a definite desire for revenge, but for the moment, you focus.
It seems like the equipment storage lockers are down on Sublevel 11, one level below you, or up on Sublevel 5, five levels above you. You're not sure where your stuff has been taken, but you're hoping that it is going up rather than going down.
The floor you're on is circular, with your lab right at the north side of the circle. If you follow the map, you can see that if you leave the room, you have to go down through two rings of hallways and rooms before you get to the elevator. Which, it seems, you have to do. There are no stairs.
Obviously someone never had a safety inspector come through here.
/
//: I stare at the bottom of the facility map, right at the bottom floor. The idea that Andross is within arms reach is flooding me with all kinds of emotions. Not wanting to waste any time, I immediately head out to go down to Sublevel 11, hopefully my stuff will be there and I can get a little revenge. (end)
[Roll 1d20, no bonus]
[12]
You step out of the lab, only to stop as soon as you pull the door open. Your ears twitch. There are footsteps coming your way. If you had just run right out, or if your ears hadn't been so good, you would have risked running right into a pair of ape soldiers.
[Roll Constitution, DC 13]
[4+3]
As you hear their thudding, ape-like grunts for voices, your hole contracts, clenching down as it remembers the 'pleasure' that came from being fucked so often. Your balls, swollen larger than you'd like, are also churning, as if your body would like to feel that again.
What was Andross doing to you? Good fuck, your body likes the idea of this sort of thing...
Shaking your head, you hear them coming. Across from you is one of the little tunnels between this outer ring of labs and the middle ring. You could try darting across quickly, hopefully making it to the next hiding place before the apes come around the corner. Or you could hide here, either waiting for them to pass - and hoping that they're not going to your lab - or maybe to ambush them at the end of it.
What sounds smart to you, oh horny wolf?
/
//: Normally I would immediately try to ambush them, but with my body the way it is I don't want to risk what might happen. I don't have any time to waste either, I'll dart across, hoping to avoid the apes. (end)
[Roll Dexterity]
[10+1]
[DM's Roll, DC 11]
[17+4]
"Hey, looky what we got here."
You hear the voices of the apes as soon as you start to leave the door, and you look to your left to see them coming around the ring.
They're big guys, less like monkeys and more like gorillas. They walk on bare, hand-like feet, and they wear tight leather from waist to ankle. Their chests are exposed, showing off a fair bit of muscle, and you can see what look like stun guns at their hips. One of them looks like he's about to draw one, while the other is fondling his...gun...as he looks at you.
"Heh, what are you doing out of your cage, wolf?" the ape soldier asks, strolling in your direction. "You miss our cocks so much that you decided to come look for us?"
His taunts are not helping you, and you try to resist...
[Roll Constitution, DC 14]
[4+3]
But your body doesn't want to keep running. You can feel your tail going up already, and considering you're naked, you can feel the breath of air on your ass already, a cool breeze running up your hole.
The other ape chuckles, taking his hand off his stun gun.
"Wolf. Sit!"
The ape's command ripples through the air. Can you resist it?
[Roll Wisdom, DC 10]
[20]
Thank god, yes. You have the freedom to act...but the question is, what will you do?
/
//: Running isn't an option anymore. If they alert the whole security this fast, who knows how bad this can get. I need to take them down immediately, I hope I can handle it. Not in terms of strength but in terms of resolve. I lunge at them, hoping to catch them by surprise. (end)
[Roll Unarmed Combat, DC 10]
[16 + 5]
With all the training you've received over the years, combined with the fact that you're that strong and well-practiced, you leap through the air and easily overpower the first of the two apes, slamming his head against the wall and knocking him out within seconds. The other one pulls at his stun gun, desperately trying to defend himself...
[DM's roll, DC 14]
[7+3]
But he's not fast enough. You jump for him, knocking him to the ground. You reach for his mouth, only for him to desperately shout again -
"Wolf, SIT!"
[Roll Wisdom, DC 11]
[19]
You have the slightest hesitation, feeling a command in the back of your head this time, almost like it was built up from the first time that he said it. There's an urge back there, a desperate urge to just sit your fuzzy butt down right where you are, to kneel down like a good boy and be ready for...something.
You are able to resist it, though, and your combat prowess shows itself again. You choke out the ape beneath you, leaving you safe again...for now.
Do you want to take the stun guns the officers had?
/
//: It's not the most ideal but it's better than nothing. I'll take the gun and immediately get on my way, no time for ruffling through pockets. (end)
With some back and forth, and a lot of hide and seek when other guards on other rings pass by, you gradually make your way to the elevator at the central ring of this floor. On the way, you see a number of different creatures and people in the labs around you, showing that Andross is experimenting on animals and people alike, always looking for a new superweapon. Or some new bio-weapon, perhaps.
In fact, he seems to have some help. In one of the labs, you can see Leon, the chameleon grinning sadistically as he tortures one of the subjects on the other side. He has always been a bit...off, but you didn't know he'd embrace Andross this fast.
You hurry along, not wanting to be noticed, not when you're naked and feeling so strange.
You're just about to call the elevator when you hear two more guards coming around. You hide behind a crate, only to hear them talking on their walkie-talkies with each other.
"Yeah? What are you talking about, a patrol's gone down."
"Exactly what it sounds like, block-heads. There's a patrol down. Someone's got loose."
"Well...ugh. Great. Alright, we'll keep an eye out." The gorilla shakes his head. "Always happens just before shift-break, doesn't it? Well...looks like we're getting overtime."
They plonk themselves right in front of the elevator door, seemingly unaware of you, but less than two feet away.
/
//: Waiting for them to leave isn't likely to go well, especially if more guards come looking. I'll try to sneak up to them and take them out as fast as I can. Hopefully not making too much noise. I creep slowly towards them, keeping my gun away not wanting to make any loud noises that I assume the gun will create. (end)
[Roll Unarmed Combat, DC 12]
[4+5]
You creep towards one ape, hoping to get a blow in to cripple him. Unfortunately, you miss, your punch scuffing off hardened muscle rather than on a sensitive nerve. Before you can get another punch in, he turns to you.
[DM's roll, DC 13]
[10+4]
"We-he-hell, what do we have here?"
PUNCH! You take a fist right to the cheek, though thankfully for you it's little more than a glancing blow. Still enough to knock you off your feet, though, your bare paws going up in the air as you tumble back over the crate.
[Roll Dexterity, DC 13]
[20+1]
You turn the fall into a roll, barely avoiding getting your tail grabbed by one of the gorillas. They grin to each other as you get back to your feet in a fighting stance, chuckling.
"Hey, Bob, you remember that pup that Squad Three were fucking last week?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we found him. Said that he made all the best bitch noises. Who woulda thought that the great Wolf was nothing but a bitch bottom, eh?" he says, already groping himself. It's clear that the pair of them are already thinking of fucking you rather than punching you, and you can already feel your body twitching.
"Hey, Wolf," one says, and you can guess what he's about to do.
/
//: I immediately go for my gun, now isn't the time for being subtle. I try to shoot him before he can say anymore, hopefully fast enough to get him and his partner. (end)
[Roll Blaster, DC 15]
[19+4]
The stun gun, surprisingly, is completely silent. There's less sound than there would have been with a silenced pistol in the old days, barely more than a slight hum in the air. Better still, you are shooting perfectly on target, hitting the both of them square between the eyes, dropping them to the floor.
Unfortunately, you now have another problem. They found the other squad because you left the bodies out in the open, and if you don't do something, then they'll find these ones, too.
Then again, do you have time to put the bodies away? You might want to run and get your more deadly stuff sooner than later. Or do you want to run the risk of the whole facility realizing that you have access to the elevator?
You look at your stun gun. You have five more shots left to the thing.
/
//: They know that there's already someone loose but if I leave the bodies here, they'll know I've used the elevator and I can't risk losing that. I'll try to drag the bodies into the closest room, hoping no one else will be in there. (end)
[DM's roll, 1d4]
[2]
You drag the gorillas along to the nearest room, depositing them on a table. They look rather like experimental subjects now, and you can't help but stare at their crotches a bit now that you're not under deadly threat. Every time that you see them, you feel a bit more of an attraction, almost like something in your head is starting to push at you, nudging you to be more...interested in them. It's not enough to make you take off their clothes, but...
You have to admit you're curious.
[Corruption +2]
You are still naked, too, and you're not sure when, or even if, you're going to get clothes. Having your dick bouncing between your legs is not helping the horniness factor, nor the fact that your balls, now that you are more aware of them, seem to be almost double their size.
You shake your head, making your way back to the elevator. Now that you're here, do you plan to go up, or down?
/
//: Feeling full of thoughts of revenge and rather cocky after easily handling the security so far. I plan to head towards Andross, I want him to feel everything I went through. I'll stop at Sublevel 11 first to hopefully find my stuff first. (end)
You enter the elevator, hitting the button for the floor one level below you. The elevator drops. For a few seconds, you're in complete darkness, and then -
Light.
Light, and a view over the entire next floor. The elevator tube seems to be transparent between levels, and the walls, as well. You can see that the next level isn't just equipment storage, but also one of the barracks. From up here, you can see apes, monkeys, and a few other species that are taking potshots at targets at the far end of rooms, flopped out in their barracks on off-time, or are actually in the showers. Or in the showers fucking, in some cases.
Looks like you are going from the frying pan into the fire.
Ding. The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors start to open.
/
//: No sense in wasting time. Thanks to the transparent walls, I know where everyone is. I immediately head towards what looked to be where they hold the weapons, trying to be as fast and silent as possible. (end)
As you run off, you notice the elevator close immediately behind you, going up the way you came. From the way it's moving, you would guess that someone back on Sublevel 10 had just called it, pulling it up. You hope that it's not someone that's coming down to chase you, but you honestly would just about expect that at this point.
[Roll Dexterity, DC 14]
[7+1]
Sadly, your stealth running is less stealth and more running, and it does mean that you didn't have the chance to listen out for people coming from the shooting range as you run towards one of the weapon chambers. A trio of monkeys steps into the hall in front of you, and you barely manage to come to a halt before running into them. They turn, all of them armed with either practice pistols or rifles, not enough to kill, but definitely enough to do damage. Two start to raise it, and one laughs.
"Hey, bitch! I thought you were still in training. What the hell are you doing out of your kennel, pup? You looking for something to ride? You want to go for a ride, boy, huh? Go for a cock ride?" the monkey asks.
[Roll Wisdom, DC 13]
[11]
This time, the command starts slipping into your head. You start panting like a feral, your cock starting to rise up and is soon pointing at the monkeys like a pistol itself. You let loose a whine for a moment, like a good pup that wants a treat, and your ass burns with more lust than you remember feeling for a good whore under you. Ever.
[Corruption +3]
[Lust +5]
It only happens for a moment, but it's long enough for the two monkeys to have their guns pointed at you, and your stun gun to be stuck at your side.
/
//: In an act of thoughtless desperation, I charge at the one closest. Hoping that I can knock one down and get some kind of advantage. (end)
[Roll Unarmed Combat, at -2]
[3 + 5 - 2]
[DM's Roll, DC 6]
[(17+2), (7+2), (6+2)]
As you lunge forward, all three monkeys open up at you at once, all their weapons blasting at you for some damage. Two pistols, one rifle.
All told, it hurts. It really, really fucking hurts, and it sends you flying back by at least a dozen paces, falling head over heels and landing flat on your back with burn marks up and down your chest and stomach. If those had been real blasters, you would have been dead, but at least you can still move. Kinda. It fucking hurts, though.
[-18 HP]
The monkeys move forward, one of them lifting his foot and gripping you around the dick with it. Another pushes forward, sliding a toe under your tail, rubbing along your pucker, while the one that teased you in the first place just grins as he talks.
"Heh, that's what happens to dogs that try and charge their betters. Now, are you gonna be a good bitch and come back to the barracks so we can have some fun, or are we gonna have to shoot you right now?"
Even if you try and pull your weapon free now, it's a guarantee that they'll get another volley off on you before you can fire back. But...what else can you do? Can you think of something?
/
//: I play along with them for now. Hoping to get a surprise attack when they let their guard down and hopefully not get fucked in the process, I don't want to know what might happen then. Even though I try to be cooperative, I still let out a growl at the apes. (end)
[Roll Intimidation, -3]
[5+4-3]
Your growl would normally be very intimidating. But maybe due to the fact that you're on the floor naked, maybe the fact that you're pinned and hard, maybe the fact that they just shot the hell out of you and you're still kinda wheezing, or maybe all of them together adds up to the result of you not getting much from it. They laugh, stepping back a bit. One takes your stun gun away, then pulls you to your feet.
[Stun gun lost.]
Another moves behind you, his blaster held right at the base of your spine. One false move and you could have a non-lethal but still devastating shot right through the base of your spine, ripping away any ability to move.
"Who's a good boy? Are you a good dog? Are you a good bitch?" the monkey whispers to you as he pulls your tail.
[Roll Wisdom, DC 15]
[12]
Once more, you feel that cloud in your head, that whining need of a bitch in heat. Your ass is starting to feel warmer, almost like you're starting to feel a real heat, rather than just that strange need that you felt when you looked at the apes. You wiggle your ass, pushing back a little -
You yelp, a sound that a pup would make rather than a wolf, as the monkey's finger slides inside of you. He rubs your prostate slowly, teasingly, and you feel your cock throbbing up that much harder, getting stiffer, getting needier. You even slide your hips back a bit, then stop yourself as you realize you're about to fuck yourself on a monkey's finger.
"Heh, looks like the eggheads have been doing some good work on you after all," he says, nudging you with the pistol. "Get walking. But don't slide off my finger..."
[Lust +5]
[Corruption +3]
/
//: Fueled with embarrassment, I want to resist but the lust coursing through me is clouding my head too much so I go along with what he says so far. I just need some time to get my head back on right. (end)
That doesn't seem to be happening particularly soon. You are paraded through the halls, a few other apes and monkeys getting the chance to see the great Wolf O'Donnell in the nude with his cock hard as fuck from a monkey's finger up his ass. You feel your escort laughing at you, rubbing your hips, fucking your ass with fingers as if you're just a piece of meat for them to play with. Despite that, your cock continues to throb, and soon, you can feel it dripping on your thighs and down to your toes.
You are a public spectacle, and a part of you is struggling very hard not to enjoy it.
One finger becomes two by the time you reach the monkeys' barracks, and you are marched through the door with constant pressure on your prostate, your mind fogging up slowly like a good dog. Better to obey, right? Better to do what you're told, to let someone else take charge, to let them use you and make you do what they think is right...right?
[Roll Wisdom, DC 12]
[17]
You groan, holding onto your mind enough not to succumb fully to the pleasure, but not enough to fight back. You still have to obey for the moment, but you at least don't lose everything.
You are walked to one of the beds, and the monkey pulls his fingers out of your ass. You are left standing by it, guarded by two of them, both out of immediate reach and holding pistols on you, while the third reaches into a chest at the foot of the bed.
A few seconds later, he pulls out a dildo, a big one, shaped like a wolf cock with a knot at the base. He slams it down on the bed, grinning at you.
"Guess what a good dog gets to do tonight?" he says.
/
//: This time the humiliation pierces through the lust and even though it didn't work so much last time, this time I threaten them with much more anger. "If you think for one second I'm going to ride that, you're going to be mistaken. If you try to make me touch it, I'm shoving it into one of you." (end)
[Roll intimidation, DC 16]
[7+4]
You are definitely more intimidating, but not intimidating enough. The monkeys chuckle, and the one that fucked your head over last time points to it, and says those fateful words.
"Wolf, Sit."
[Roll Wisdom, DC 15]
[15]
You pull at all the willpower that you have, struggling against the muscles in your legs that are already forcing you to push down against the dildo. You can feel yourself sitting down, you can feel your legs giving in, your mind already trying to fade into that happy, good-boy, foggy mindset that begs for the use of the monkeys around you.
But you fight...
And fight...
And fight, right up until the point where you feel the tip of the dildo rubbing against your hole. You stop there, feeling the tip of it threatening to push into your ass, but you don't squat down any further. You are sweating up a storm, the exertion of fighting this strange conditioning taking a massive toll on you, but you haven't impaled yourself. Close, but not yet.
The monkeys look at each other, the speaker eventually stepping forward, grabbing your cock. He strokes it, and you can feel how slimy with pre-cum it is, how horny you really are. There's a part of you that desperately wants that toy in your ass, that wants to give in, and it is taking so much willpower to not do it.
"Heh, what's the matter, pup? Do you want something bigger? Or do you want a REAL cock instead of a toy..."
[Roll Wisdom, DC 14]
[5]
A real cock...you whine at that, suddenly feeling images in your head of real cocks plundering your ass. You remember feeling all those apes and monkeys fucking your hole, but never getting to see their dicks as they went in. Suddenly, you want it.
The moment passes, but you are helplessly aroused, right on the edge of climax. If you don't hold it back, you're going to cum right this second, humiliating yourself before the monkeys.
[Roll Sex (Stamina), DC 12]
[3+5]
You strain, but it's too much. You cum, spurting your seed all over the floor, your cock feeling like nothing but a squirt toy for the monkeys...and a part of you rather likes that, feeling these worthless apes humiliating you and taking control of you.
[Lust down to 05/20]
[Corruption +4]
/
//: With my head less clouded after cumming, I attempt to take some control back and with the ape so close I try to headbutt him as hard as I can, hopefully my body will listen to me that much. (end)
[Roll Unarmed Combat, DC 12]
[7+5]
Well, you barely manage to get your body to listen to you, and it's helped massively by the fact that the monkeys expect no resistance. You slam your head forward, banging it against the monkey's skull hard enough to send him falling to the floor. He's out, and he's out cold, for a good while.
Unfortunately, to get the backswing you needed, you had to lean back...and there was only one thing behind you.
As you slip a bit from the move, your ass goes down, swallowing that dildo up right to the knot. You gasp as you get the first bit of 'ass fucking' that you've gotten in nearly an hour, your body reminding you of how much it craves it now. The more you've obeyed the monkeys, the more you've been tempted by them, the easier it is to submit. The more you need to. The hornier you get just thinking about it.
You clench down, your ass refusing to let go of the shaft in your ass even as you stand up, the other monkeys fumbling for their weapons rather than their dicks.
/
//: Not able to waste any time, I immediately throw myself at one of the monkeys. Knowing how easy I am to manipulate, I can't let any chance go by. I throw my fist in his direction as I jump off the bed, the dildo still firmly lodged within me. (end)
[Roll Unarmed Combat, DC 13]
[13+5]
You might be a lusty wolf right now, but you're still Star Wolf. Even though your brain is foggy, for now, you still know how to throw a punch. You know one of the monkeys down, following him down and grabbing his body as a shield. You kneel behind him, holding up his weapon, just as the other monkey holds up his.
The pair of you are in a stand-off, staring each other down. You have a shield, one that covers everything but your head, but he's got a rifle with a great deal more stopping power. It might just be enough to shoot through his fellow soldier. Depends on whether he wants to hurt the guy.
And you...
Well, you have the distraction of that dildo sliding out of your butt, the long length slowly coming down to rest on the floor, the head still inside of you, but everything else out. Your hole begs for it to go back in, wanting to be filled again, desperately needing to be fucked. You can barely resist, and your hand starts to shake, making it hard to aim.
/
//: Not trusting myself with a shot, I instead try to reason my way out of the situation. "Look at your pals, do you want to end up the same way as them. Look at who you're facing, think of how many people have tried to kill me and failed. You think you can stand a chance?" (end)
[Roll Intimidation, DC 14]
[3+4]
Yeaaaaaah, a little hard to intimidate someone that has just watched you cum all over the floor from a single stroke. A one-pump chump, in a big way. He shakes his head at you, holding the gun on you -
Crackle, crackle. His walkie-talkie bursts to life. He hesitates, using his tail to pick it up.
"Squad fourteen here. Yes?"
"Is Wolf down there?"
That voice. It's...it's Leon.
"...Yes, yes he is."
"Good. Keep him there. I have...plans...for him."
Even this monkey shivers at the thought of Leon coming down, but he gives the affirmative, holding his gun on you. Looks like you have maybe three minutes, if that, before Leon arrives at the barracks.
/
//: Suddenly there's no time, I immediately fire at the monkey. I know if Leon arrives, there's no telling what he'll do to me or if it's even me who comes out of it. (end)
[Roll Blaster, -2]
[12+4-2]
[DM's roll, DC 14]
[20]
Your finger twitches, but whether this monkey is just that good, or if he's just driven by fear of Leon and is paranoid, he pulls his trigger before you can pull yours. You take a practice bolt to the head, slide back...
[Roll Constitution, DC 15]
[1+3]
And not only slide all the way past the knot on the dildo, but cum yourself silly as you fall unconscious, feeling only the happy pleasant reward of a good dog being filled as you drop unconscious.
Oh, and the feeling of a burn on your forehead. That's not so fun.
[HP -6]
You wake up a few minutes later, but you notice three things right away.
First, you're still filled to the brim with that dildo, your rim pulsing in pleasant stretched 'pain' from the knot being just rammed in by your fall.
Second, you're tied down to a table now, your arms and legs spread-eagle, your hips lifted up and your cock stuck into...something.
Third...Leon's tongue is teasing your balls...and it feels good.
/
//: I immediately struggle in my restrains. My head is cloudy and I don't fully understand the situation but I know its bad. (end)
"Hehehehe, don't bother struggling, 'sir,'" Leon says as he retracts his tongue. You can feel it slithering along your balls, over your thighs. That man has a very, very long tongue. "You're tied down completely. There's no way free."
You open your eyes, seeing that he's probably right. Metal bands rather than chains hold you down to a metal table, and there's an exam light on you. Leon walks around you with an open lab coat, one that shows off his half-hard cock, a rather drastic difference to your own.
Your dick is held inside of a milking tube, pointed up and being sucked on slowly. You can see that it's been pumped, making it look ridiculously hard and thick, and you shiver as you feel a string of pre being pulled right out of it. Yet, despite your orgasms earlier, your balls feel none the smaller.
He stands at your head, smiling down at you, licking your cheek.
"Mmmm, it's been so long since I've seen you like this. I knew that siding with Andross would pay off. Hehehe, oh, the things I could do to you...the kind of bitch I could make you..."
He sighs.
"Buuuuut...that would be ignoring how many times you saved me, wouldn't it?"
/
//: Knowing its my only chance, I try to appeal to Leon. "Come on, we've been through more together than anyone else on the team. I've always been on your side." A little sweat runs across my head, would appealing to his emotions really work here? "Plus, if you stay like this you know Andross wouldn't let you do what you want with me. He'll keep it all to himself or even worse, maybe he'll decide it's your turn. We failed that mission together after all." (end)
"Hehe, you failed the mission, Wolf. You were the one in charge, and you're the only one that's gonna get punished. If a bitch fails, they get made into a real one. I bet you already feel the differences. I was responsible for half of them."
The chameleon chuckles, but then shakes his head again. It's obvious that he's more annoyed by something than regretting something. You remember that his people do take debts seriously. Not because of anything emotional, but rather out of a sense of pride. A debt must be discharged, or one will live an indebted life, and it wore on his people.
"I have so many things I want to do to you...but if I do that, then I stay in your debt. But...if you let me do one...and I let you go...then I'm a free chameleon."
He walks around you, running his hands down your legs. Obviously, he knows the experiments that you were put through over the last month, knows what works, what doesn't. What other things have been done to you that will give him control? You don't know, but he obviously does.
"One experiment...and then I let you go. Whether you find your way out, though, that's up to you."
/
//: Not having any other choice, I begrudgingly accept. "Fine but you won't break me." (end)
"Hehehe, by my calculations, you're half-broken already."
He's not entirely wrong. Even now, your ass is twitching, the dildo inside almost too small for you. And since it's not moving, it's not doing what you want it to do, not giving you that constant prostate pounding.
Leon reaches for the base of it, giving it a yank.
[Roll Constitution, DC 13]
[12+3]
You are barely able to keep back the moan that you want to let out, your body stiffening up as the dildo slides out, the knot popping out of your ass. Your prostate takes a hit, and your cock immediately stiffens, and it starts oozing plenty of musky pre-cum all over your belly, reminding you of just how much you've changed. Ass play is starting to feel better than anything touching your dick at this point.
With your hole still wide open, still stretched, Leon reaches into a pocket and uncorks something. He pours it into your ass, rubbing a gel-like thing against your asshole, against the rim, against your prostate. You feel a powerful tingling going through your body, your hole tightening up a little, but somehow...more sensitive.
"We're going to do an obedience test, Wolf," Leon said with a small chuckle, undoing your restraints. "I'm going to have you do four things for me. If you can make it to the end without cumming, then you're free to go. I'll even give you a weapon. Cum once, and I'll let you go, but not help. Cum more than once...heh...well, then I have to think of other experiments."
He smirks at you, lording his own half-clothed state over your nude one.
"Ready?"
/
//: Infuriated both by this stupid game and the fact that Leon is doing this, I almost want to just spit in his face but it's my only chance. "Do what you want, I'll make it through." (end)
He smirks, pressing a button on the wall beside him. It opens like a great door, revealing a secondary chamber.
The first test is an ape on the floor, one of the gorillas that you knocked out. He points to him, at the cock that's sticking straight up. It's bigger than the toy that you just had in your ass...and your cock twitches in the long-range milking tube that still holds it, ready to suck away any sort of orgasm that you have.
"This poor gorilla is in such a state. You hate him, I imagine. Hate the sight of him, want him dead for delaying your escape, yes?"
You do, but at the same time, you can feel your ass wanting more.
"Part of Andross's experiment is to make sure that you can do whatever you're ordered. Obedience, lust, simple-mindedness. Break someone down so that they can only focus on what they're ordered to do, like a good boy. Like a good dog. Like a good bitch."
"Straddle him, and wait for the experimental command, Wolf."
/
//: After being released, I feel an immediate temptation to attack Leon but I know he will have something up his sleeve and I can't afford to waste this opportunity. I head over to the gorilla and do as commanded. (end)
"I know you've heard them say it before, but they don't know how to give orders, do they? Well, let's just say...I do."
"Wolf, SIT!"
The shout echoes through the room, hitting exactly the part of your military brain that was trained to receive orders all that time ago. It is SO much harder to resist...
[Roll Wisdom, DC 17]
[18]
You stiffen your legs, finding inner reserves of courage that you never thought you had. Leon blinks as you hold yourself upright, and shakes his head.
"Well...perhaps it hasn't settled as well as I thought. But still...that's only one of four. Let's try the next one...perhaps you'll find it more engaging."
He leads you along, one hand on your ass, rubbing you and teasing you. You can feel his fingers, covered in latex, rubbing over your ass, teasing the sensitive little hole, and despite yourself, it is keeping you horny, your cock pointing the way forward, and your ass begging for something inside of it.
[Lust +5]
He takes you to the next room, where Pigma is being kept behind a glass wall. The boar has been changed, made more muscular, more hefty, no longer fat, but just broad and thick. He growls against the glass...
And you can see his cock sticking out through a hole in the bottom, gigantic balls pressed flat to the glass.
"You would never let him have any fun with you, would you? Wouldn't let that disgusting man touch you, let alone fuck you. But let's see if we can make you do something different this time. Something to push past those hang-ups. Get on all fours in front of the glass, ass facing him."
/
//: Some of the worry has lessened and some of my confidence has returned as I was able to resist the previous command. I get into position once again. Perhaps Leon's grip on me isn't as good as I thought. (end)
"Wolf. Fuck."
[Roll Wisdom, DC 18]
[11]
Or perhaps you were lucky. You hate Pigma. You hate him, but you've kept the traitor around because he could at least shoot straight. He was a disgusting man, always running around sweating, drooling, snacking, fucking people in horrible ways...
Yet, your hips slam back, and you gasp as you impale yourself on a cock that was ten inches long, spiraled at the base, and attached to a fountain spring of pre-cum. You can already feel it rushing into your ass, flooding you, making you swampy on the inside.
And in your head...oh god, it feels good...you get a rush of pleasure as you obey, the need to just give in and go with it making your hips buck back and forth, your cock already hard and throbbing against your belly, wanting more, and more, and more. The command to fuck is impossible to deny, your tongue actually hanging out a little bit even as you try to get control of yourself.
You can hear Pigma oinking behind you, the disgusting man trying to fuck you, but only able to take what you give him. And yet...
Yet as much as you hate him, his cock is so good. You almost cum at the first thrust back, and you can feel it almost happening again every time. If Pigma makes you cum, particularly in front of Leon, you know you will never live it down. Can you resist? Can you?
Do you even want to?
[Corruption +3]
[Lust +4]
/
//: I look over at Leon and despite him saying nothing, his eyes are more commanding that anything I've heard today. They're telling me to cum and I can't feel any resistance coming through my head at all. I have to obey them. (end)
[Roll Constitution, DC 14]
[12+3]
Your mind may have no resistance left, but your body does. You hold...and hold...and hold for that bit longer, barely able to keep that grip by the skin of your teeth. By the time that Pigma blows his load, flooding you, you have managed to hold out.
Leon looks a bit annoyed, but gestures for you to come away. The pig's continued orgasm spray-paints the back of your legs, leaving you slimed to the extreme.
"You have more stamina than I credited you with, Wolf...I'm starting to think that you might be cheating, but that would be more cleverness than you have."
He leads you to the next room, which is surprisingly empty. The last two tests, he tells you, will take place here.
"The first is a simple one. A way to see if we can break a soldier to do what he is told, to accept a new superior even if he doesn't want to. So, let's see if your mind is warped enough to actually fall into that.
"Wolf, Submit! Beg me to be your master!"
It had been a constant argument between you and Leon, who was in charge and who was the follower. You'd beaten it into him a hundred times, but now, with your brain all kinds of fucked, he was coming back to this...
[Roll Wisdom, DC 15]
[6]
"Master! Please, Leon, be my master!" you find yourself saying, and your cock throbs as you do it. More and more, the need to obey wracks you, warps you, changes you. But you have made it far so far. Even giving in now, you haven't cum. Even if the next test makes you cum once, you will still be let loose.
But Leon smiles at you.
"Spread your legs, Bitch. Because that's your name now, isn't it? Not Wolf. Bitch. Spread your legs, Bitch, and keep that tail out of the way."
[Corruption +4]
/
//: Too horny to resist or maybe I don't even want to. I turn around for Mast- I mean for Leon. I just need to survive the rest of the storm but a large part of me doesn't even want to. When anyone else was giving commands, it wasn't anything like this. Even Andross never made me want to submit this much. (end)
Leon grins as he walks up behind you. You can't see him, but you wonder what he's going to do. Finger you? Fuck you?
The answer comes quicker than you expect.
[Roll Sex (stamina) DC 15]
[19+5]
You thank your lucky stars for just how strong your body is. Anyone else would have cum instantly as that tongue forced its way past their rim. You can feel it wriggling further and further up your back end, pushing over your prostate, leaving a slime on it. Somehow, your already over-sensitive ass seems to grow even more sensitive, begging for that tongue to go deeper, deeper, deeper.
You moan under your breath as Leon pulls you back against his hips, his cock sliding between your thighs, mocking you as if he was thrusting it into you as his tongue pulls in and out, in and out, tongue-fucking your hole like it was just a whore's pussy. As if you were nothing but a little bitch for him to pick up from the street corner.
His tongue slithers back out, letting him speak.
"How's it feel to be the one on the bottom, Bitch? How does it feel to be fucked? To be the one that doesn't have to make decisions, but only follows orders?"
And then the tongue is back, fucking you, filling you, slapping your prostate hard.
/
//: Unable to resist Leon any longer, I couldn't help but moan out my response. "It feels so good to be your bitch, Master." I shake my head immediately afterwards and bite my lips closed, refusing to let myself fall further. (end)
Leon is making that very, very hard, though. That chameleon knows your every sweet spot, and he is pushing all of them, from pulling your ass cheeks apart for you to feel his tongue pulling your hole in and out, to the way that he deliberately licks your prostate every time he goes in and every time he pulls out. He spanks you, growls at you, pulls on your balls the way that any dominant alpha might do to force a dog down to accept its position.
And your mind is struggling against it. You called him Master, after all. You begged for it, twice. You want him. You still want him.
Is...is it so bad...to call him...that?
[Roll Wisdom, DC 13]
[4]
No, no its not. The role of Master is suddenly filled in your head, Leon's face beaming down at you and smirking with all the authority that he has over his bitch. Your ass suddenly clenches around his tongue, orgasm right on the edge...
[Roll Sex (Stamina), DC 14]
[5+5]
Without any warning, you cum, his tongue - not even his cock, but his tongue - milking your seed right out of you. He laughs as he pulls his tongue out of his bitch's ass, shaking his head a few times.
"That's one, Bitch. One more, and I get to keep you, and we still have one more part of the experiment to go."
[Corruption +2]
[Lust down to 05/20]
/
//: Even though my head's no longer clouded, I still can't think straight. I stare down... I can't even remember his name other than Master. I still have no choice but I'm worried I won't even want to leave even if I pass. "Fine Master, I can make it out. I won't fail this one." (end)
"Heh, won't you? That cum on the floor says otherwise. Pigma's cum all over your legs and oozing out your ass still says otherwise. You're just a bitch, Bitch. You always have been, and you always will be."
He shakes his head as he leans against the wall, looking you over. You're struggling against the corruption that's going through your head, trying to keep yourself from falling to it even as it seems to be overwhelming you.
Even the figuring out that you've done hasn't helped you much. Yes, you know that your brain is being 'taught' to obey like a dog should, being encouraged and rewarded by massive amounts of chemicals to just obey a command as soon as it is told to you. You know that, but it doesn't make it easier to resist.
If anything, your dog nature only makes that harder. Your species wants to obey, which is making this extra effective. Leon had picked a perfect thing for you.
"Well, the last thing is to see if we can control the body. To see if it can be made to do things instantly that would normally take prodding, poking. Stimulation, even."
He grins, fairly sure that you can see where this is going.
/
//: I hold myself steadfast, I have to believe I can resist Master's words here. If I can just not cum, I stand a chance. But I'm worried I might lose more than just my chance to escape. (end)
"Heh. Let's see if you can hold out. You're only one for three so far..."
He smiles.
"Wolf...CUM!"
[Roll Wisdom, DC 18]
[6]
Without warning, your orgasm rushes through you, just about destroying your mind as it bursts from your balls, shooting right up your cock and all over the floor. Your balls churn, a second load forced upwards, then a third, then a fourth as your body completely bows to Leon's will, your mind unable to stop it, your body unable to do anything but obey.
And as it does, you float, you drift, mind broken along so many different levels as you cum and cum and cum, literally cumming your brains out, or so it feels.
Eventually, he tells you to stop, and you fall over, slumping down into the pool of slime that you've covered the floor with. Your tongue hangs out, leaving you looking like a good, happy, dumb bitch.
Your eyes can barely move as he stands over you, stepping on your back and then sitting down on you. You can feel his feet spreading your ass cheeks, and then moan as the master's tongue enters you.
"Hehehe, would you even want to leave now, Bitch?" he asks, the name burned into your head, your own replaced. Bitch O'Donnell, at the moment. "Do you even want to leave your master, now that you know what he can do to you?"
[Corruption +3]
/
//: "No Master! I want to be with you forever!" I feel a sense of belonging when I look at Master but also a sense of fear of being taken away. "But Master, I want you as my master. No one else." (end)
Leon chuckles at you, shaking his head.
"You won't be leaving me. Not now, and not ever..."
With that ominous statement, he pulls you close with his tongue, and soon, the musk of his cock reaches your nose...
You are Wolf O'Donnell, though you answer to the name 'Bitch' now. It is nearly impossible for you to remember what you were once called, and it's completely impossible for you to think of yourself as that formerly powerful mercenary.
The treatment that you have been given by Andross and Leon have rendered you little more than an obedient pup, though one that retains the skills and training that he had as a soldier. On the good days, you are unleashed with the other pieces of Andross's fleet, and you notice that your complete obedience leaves you a force on the battlefield beyond compare, even going toe to toe with Star Fox and winning more often than not.
On the bad days, you are restricted to the Venomian bases, passed around by soldiers, your mind eager to submit to anyone with a forceful enough tone. Dog handling becomes mandatory among the soldiers, it seems, because they are all too willing to give a command and see you drop to your knees, panting and begging for the cock that has come to dominate your mind.
Day in and day out, you are fucked, used, filled. There are days when you get up to three cocks in your ass at once, and there are days when it's just a chain of apes and monkeys going to town on your muzzle, fucking it, filling it, making you remember that you're a dog at heart and all you want is a good bone.
You wear a collar when you're around the base, and that's it. Your perpetually hard cock is always up and showing off how much you like your new position, too.
Pigma and Andrew are always there when you're off-duty, either pulling you down and fucking you or making you do tricks, showing off your sexual side and just how obedient a good dog is supposed to be. You can't resist them, and you don't really want to.
But at the end of the day, Leon, cruel Leon, is the one that takes you to his bed. You end up face down, ass up, and your hole gets all the attention that his tongue, his cock, and even his fist can give it. You're never sure how you end up holding it all in again, but you expect that Leon is doing stuff to your butt to make sure that it always stays fuckable.
You are Bitch, and this is your life now.