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Dark Lord Substitute

Chapter 7

By Draconicon

Ilia turned out to be as amorous as any slave master could have wanted, and that was both intensely arousing and very problematic. Not necessarily for the pleasure that he was getting - oh no, he was getting plenty of that - but because he had said the wrong words, because he had mentioned that he might replace her if she wasn't good enough, he was suffering from a slave that was desperate to prove herself. The snake was still slamming her ass down on his cock, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay hard.

"Sir, would you like me to summon Generals Twist and Twist?" Data asked.

"YES!"

Shouting was hardly dignified, but he had long since ceased being the one in charge. He was pinned to his bed, his cock was all but trapped in the snake's ass, and he could barely think as she rammed herself up and down, up and down on his cock. His eyes were wide, his balls ached, and he swore that his cock had been swimming in his own seed for the past hour.

How long can she go on for?

Long as she needed to, the answer seemed to be. She was riding him hard, grinding her ass down on his cock, pulling on it and then squeezing down just as she reached the tip. He looked down to see her scaly ass clamped down hard on his shaft, pulled out ever so slightly by the girth of his member. The ram groaned under his breath, sinking his head against the bed as he muttered under his breath.

"My Master will be satisfied with me. He will."

Ilia's ass had more than satisfied him, as had her tongue under his tail. The feeling of her worship had been intense, amazing, insane, enough to get him to cum with ease, but...but it was going on for far too long. He couldn't take much more.

Data beeped, a signal that the generals had been sent for. He prayed that they would make it there in time.

With a grunt, the ram managed to shove the snake off his cock, but no sooner had he managed to get her ass off his dick than she turned around, getting down on her knees and grabbing his hips. His shaft, long-since soaked in his own cum, was dripping like mad. She was clean, 'soiled' only by the juices that he had pumped into her over the course of four separate orgasms, and she showed no hesitation as she dove for his shaft.

"Ah! Mmmph!"

He gritted his teeth, feeling her lips passing over his cock with an insane expertise that he had not expected in the slightest. She licked, sucked, but most importantly, she squeezed with her mouth, making sure that her oral grip was as tight as her anal one. The fact that she had been riding him with her ass didn't seem to matter in the slightest as she bobbed her head up and down along his cock. If anything, the sheer nastiness of the act only seemed to turn her on that much more.

Bertram was barely able to keep track of what she was doing, but he COULD make out that she was starting to finger her ass as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. He knew that she'd cum at least a few times on his cock, but how much? Who could say, really? He didn't know, and he doubted that she did, either.

Up, down, up, down, each slobbering suck taking more of his cum from his cock, and he swore that she was going to drag him right to the edge of another orgasm. He tried to get some leverage to get her to stop, but he couldn't get his hands in the right place. He couldn't get a word out, either, as she stole his breath away with every suck, leaving barely enough to keep him conscious.

He was right on the verge of cumming when Data pinged him again.

"Generals Twist and Twist have arrived. Would you like them to come in?"

He nodded, and Data thankfully understood the gesture. The wall opened, and the two hyenas stared at him as soon as the portal appeared. They looked at the snake, then at him.

"Help," he wheezed, and they chuckled. However, they did do as they were told.

It took both of them to pull the snake off him, and even then it looked like she might have managed to wriggle free of the two of them if he hadn't used the first breath that he was able to get to order her to stop. The slave snake fell to her knees, folding her hands behind her back and going into a sort of 'rest' pose.

As he gasped for breath, trying to recover, the two hyenas looked the slave over. Mark shook his head.

"Never seen one of the sex slaves be that eager," he said.

"Well...probably haven't been custom-ordering them, either," Bertram got out. "Ugh...I didn't think...Ugh..."

"Was she that freaky?" Zelda asked.

"No, just that...that eager for me."

"Was that all you needed, then? To show off?"

"I could make you show off. Remember that."

The hyena female stiffened at that, but slowly nodded. He wasn't planning on making either of them do such a thing, but it was useful to make sure that she remembered that she was as much a slave as the bitch on the floor. He groaned under his breath, gently pushing his cock down as it finally started going soft.

"Well...found out that there's an anomaly to the Indoctrination."

"Impossible," the two hyenas said together, and then they looked at each other. They both raised an eyebrow, and Mark continued. "Or...maybe there is, if we're defending it like that."

"The more we find out..." Zelda trailed off, shaking her head. "So, what did you find? Or think you found?"

The ram bit off a bitter response from her disbelief, shaking his head. He started to open his mouth, then slowly looked down at the snake before him.

She was still awake, still very clearly paying attention to everything that was going on around her. That meant that she had the potential to know what he was saying, what he was talking about. Not something that he really needed when it came to a slave walking around, particularly when they were talking about how there was a weakness in the Indoctrination. Bertram narrowed his eyes at Ilia, and whispered one word.

"Sleep."

And just like that, the snake woman slumped forward, her head resting on her breasts and her arms at her sides. She snored softly, and he poked at her neck gently to make sure that she was still out of it. No response, no nothing.

Perfect.

"Fascinating that we don't have the compulsion around slaves," Bertram said.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"...Holy shit, I didn't even notice," Zelda muttered. "We've got to put on that act every time that we talk to the enemy, but the minute that they're slaves, we stop feeling that. Didn't you notice?"

"...No, I didn't. Wow."

"Indeed," Bertram said, tapping his chin. It was definitely interesting to note, for sure, and something that made him more and more curious about the compulsion that bound him to be the Dark Lord for certain circumstances. "But as I was saying."

The hyenas nodded, paying attention. Even Zelda, for all that she had been mocking him, was more willing to listen now. He got comfortable, pulling a blanket over his lap as he spoke.

"I was testing her. Not just sexually, but in general, because of something I noticed last time. There was a mouse slave that I enjoyed using before our first move, the former monarch of the last planet."

"You fucked a king?" Zelda asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It was something to try. Anyway. I noticed that there was a slight hole in the Indoctrination."

Both hyenas looked like they wanted to say something, and that only went further towards his theories regarding the compulsion. It was more than just something that happened around the enemy. It was something that was involved with the Indoctrination itself, something that implied that this whole ritual, this whole cycle, might have gone further than one might have thought. They were, however, silent, allowing him to go on.

"While the slave was obedient, as was this one, they both had a certain look in their eyes. You might have seen it. Something fiery, something glinting back there, as if there's the slave personality and the normal personality. It came out when I asked them what they thought about being a slave. You could almost see the other side raging behind their eyes, begging for the chance to shout and rage and attack. They were under control, but they were not utterly convinced, as Indoctrination should be doing."

"...Well, now that I don't want to say that it's impossible anymore," Mark muttered, bringing his hand down from his muzzle. "Are you sure that you weren't just imagining it? Just checking; not saying you did, but are you sure?"

"Completely sure. I am quite fond of my skin, and want it to stay where it is. Angry slaves are not necessarily the safest things to leave around oneself."

"True. Very true..." Mark tapped his chin. "Zelda? Did we ever change the Indoctrination procedures since we joined?"

"Can't think of anything we've changed."

"But it didn't really start until we joined, did it?"

"Not on a wide scale, no," she admitted, tapping her own chin. "Now that's a fucking problem."

"Yes, indeed," Bertram said. "Thousands of slaves out there that don't actually want to be slaves. Thousands of them that are raging behind the conditioning that holds them back. Thousands of potential killers in our ranks, because we didn't bother to double-check the system."

They both winced, and the only reason he didn't was because he had been thinking about that before Ilia showed up and confirmed the theory. There were slaves that were being controlled, possibly only staying dormant and docile because of the presence of the big Indoctrination station that was essentially the flagship of the entire fleet. He doubted that just removing the flagship would cause any problems, and certainly none had been reported from the other planets now that they'd pushed forward, but that didn't mean that the slaves that they'd left behind were safe.

After all, if some of the enemy got through their defenses and started fucking around with the slaves, they might find that weakness. Enough pressure from outside, enough deprogramming, and Indoctrination might not be the perfect tool that they had all thought that it was. Which made him all the more thankful for the second part of the test he'd run.

"That said, that was the standard Indoctrination."

"What do you mean, 'standard'?" Zelda asked. "What did you do?"

"...You put in custom commands. Right. I remember," Mark nodded. "They ran differently?"

"Very differently. Night and day."

"What did you do? Something easy, I imagine," Zelda asked.

"I...added different fetishes, different kinks to her. Things that females aren't generally inclined to want to do for men, just so I could see if the same resistance was there, or if there was something different, something that was just overwhelmed by raw kinkiness."

"...What did you make her do?" the female hyena asked, cocking her head to the side and edging back half a step, almost as if she was afraid that he'd order her to do the same thing.

"I, um..." Bertram shook his head. There was no reason to be embarrassed about this, even though he somewhat was. After all, she was a slave, and by the strictest definition, so was Zelda. "I ordered her to beg to rim me."

Zelda sputtered, while Mark actually arched an eyebrow, looking down at the snake and whistling. The fact that the male hyena actually started popping an erection in his trousers didn't go unnoticed, either. Bertram shook his head.

"To be fair, I layered her Indoctrination with a number of different commands, each one suitable for bringing her further down and being more loyal to me. I found that threading them together made more sense, allowing the various commands to reinforce one another rather than relying on strict rules that didn't entirely blend together."

"And she just...did it? None of the stuff you mentioned before?" Zelda asked.

"Not even a little."

"Bullshit."

"I can demonstrate again. I'd prefer not to after seeing her go insane with devotion, but I could."

"...How insane are we talking?"

"I half-suggested that I might replace her with someone better if she didn't do a good enough job, and she suddenly had no limits whatsoever."

"None?"

"None. She would have done anything, even without me asking, just to make sure that she still stood as the top slave, to know that I wouldn't put her aside for someone else."

He knew what was going through their heads; a similar thought had passed through his. The idea that the various slaves might love being slaves had been the main selling point of using Indoctrination on them, ensuring that they would always be happy and never have reason to rebel. However, if they could instill that sort of devotion into their troops - or at the very least, into those that would be forming the front line - then they had every chance to make a sort of super-soldier. The sort that would never give up no matter the injury that they took, the sort that would keep fighting until they were unable to fight any longer.

They would be beyond dangerous, and they would probably suffer insane casualties. More importantly, though, they would strike great fear into the heart of the enemy, knowing that they could never be deterred from their task.

Bertram could see both the advantages and the pitfalls. The minute that they decided to create that sort of slave class, they would either have to keep it secret, or make it universal. The normal Indoctrinated would see it as a punishment, or at the very least, be confused by it. That sort of confusion would allow an in for someone else trying to break through the Indoctrination, which would mean that the slave system would become useless in short order. On the other hand, if they made it universal, then there was the potential of different slaves sabotaging each other, corrupting the order that the dictatorship of the Dark Lord was trying to create.

If they did this, they would need to find a way to fine-tune it, something that would make it more practical. As it stood, they didn't have that, and he doubted that they would achieve it anytime soon.

"I have little else to report from this test," he admitted. "All I know is that the custom commands settled better with her than the standard ones. Being told to do this, being made to love that, only goes so far on their own. My custom commands were woven in on a different set of commands, building off each other, so perhaps it was merely that style...or perhaps there is something flawed with the standard Indoctrination that we need to study."

All three of them winced as soon as the suggestion was made, even him. He stiffened further as he felt something against his back, almost like the glow of the Dread Star was coming through a window that wasn't there. Fighting the urge to look back, the ram shook his head and pushed on.

"Regardless, this proves that there's room for improvement regarding Indoctrination. What have you two found?"

"We found a prisoner," Mark said.

"We've had dozens of those. Hundreds."

"Not one that's an officer. Not one that was part of the fleet here before it was reassigned."

"...And you waited until now to tell me this?" Bertram asked, getting to his feet. "Data, suit."

His AI assistant aided him in constructing it from the pieces of wall and floor that came to him. In short order, he was completely clad in the armor of the Dark Lord once more, his face covered in the hated helmet and his body completely darkened. He could hardly see a thing, but the HUD was feeding him all the information he needed. And some that he didn't, for that matter, considering it was telling him that Mark was pretty riled up about all the sexual things that had happened.

Perhaps he wants a turn with the slaves... Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, it was something for another time.

" Take me do the prisoner."

"...I can never get over that voice, can you?" Zelda asked.

"Nope. Me neither."

" Do I need to repeat the order? Lead on."

The prisoner was a badger, and he was kept in one of the lower cells on the Indomitable. So far, he had only been exposed to the ambient levels of Indoctrination, ensuring that he hadn't lost anything that was in his head. Normally, he would have been pushed through that as soon as possible, making him eager to spill his information as any slave would be, but in this case, Bertram wanted to talk to him personally.

It wasn't out of any belief that he was better at this than the average interrogator would have been, nor did he believe that there was something that he might be able to trick out of the badger. Instead, it was more to experiment, to find out just how much the compulsion affected him, and when.

The Generals accompanied him to the prison cell, standing just outside of the blank wall. The Indomitable had a similar construction to the citadel back on the last planet, in that its architecture could change on a dime. He could think a door, and it would appear. Same with different layouts to the walls, corridors, and more.

It meant that a fight would be easy to win inside of the Super-Station, but that didn't mean that it, or he, was invincible. It just meant that there was a possibility of advantage in the right circumstance.

" Is anyone feeling particularly villainous?" he asked the hyenas.

"No more than usual."

"Feeling pissed off that we're doing this, more than anything," Zelda admitted.

" Then it hasn't settled in. If you can, try and mark the moment when the compulsion settles in. I want to understand this as best I can."

Bertram looked at the wall, and then thought at it. A hole opened on their side, one that he had intended to make into as normal a door as possible. However, as soon as he could see the badger, the hole warped, becoming something toothy, more like the fangs of a monster rather than a normal doorway.

On sight, then, he thought. Unfortunate.

The badger looked up at them. He looked confused, at first, but then, just as strangely as the doorway warping, he grinned.

...Interesting.

His body moved on its own, stepping into the interrogation room. Mark and Zelda followed, the hyenas moving in a clipped, stiff fashion that was rather different to their normal mode of travel. They moved to the left and right of the doorway, flanking him as he looked down at the prisoner.

" It seems that you had the misfortune to fall into our hands. Before you are processed, perhaps you would like to beg for your life. It won't work, but it might be amusing."

Inside the helmet, he was all but gagging at the words that the compulsion wrung from his lips. It was embarrassing to be made to talk like that, but at the same time, he knew that it was coming from something beyond just himself. He gritted his teeth, wishing that he could have said something else.

"You think that any free man will talk to one of yours? Ha! This is going to go just like always. You'll take a few systems, and then we'll kick your ass."

" You are confident. Overconfident, as ever. The forces of order will see to it that you are brought to heel."

"Order? You mean evil. We're on the side of good and right. There's nothing that can conquer us, not forever."

This is parody banter. This is legitimate parody banter. Nobody talks like this.

Yet, here they were, talking just like poorly written heroes and villains. Bertram wanted to rip out his tongue as it continued.

" My forces are poised to penetrate deeper into your systems than you can imagine. You would be wise to surrender now."

"Ha! The allied fleet will crush them. Your weak little display means nothing."

" We have been defeated before, but those have been little flukes. Nothing serious."

"Heh, tell yourself that. We are always victorious. We always will be. Why? Freedom always wins."

" Freedom is fleeting. Mortals will always bow to authority. The only question is when, and to whose."

"Go back to your hole. Or, don't. We'll put you in it ourselves, soon enough."

" We are invincible."

"Keep telling yourself that. Keep believing it when reinforcements get here."

And there it was. Scripted. Bertram nodded, wanting to leave, but it seemed that the script required one more thing. He stepped up to the badger and slapped him across the face, leaving a handprint on his cheek through his fur. Then, he turned on his heel, walking out of the chamber.

As soon as the hyenas joined him, he sealed it with a thought. The compulsion faded along with his view of the badger, and he groaned.

" On sight?" he asked.

"Yeah...fuck, that was dumb," Mark muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I couldn't talk at all."

"At least you could look intimidating. I had to make simpering eyes at the Dark Lord. And you, Lord. You ever make me follow through on that -"

" Then you will follow through. This is all irrelevant. We managed to get two things out of that."

"What'd we get besides the lesson 'Never look at them again'?" Mark asked.

" Reinforcements are on the way."

"That could have been bluster," Zelda pointed out.

"**Potentially, but not likely. This place was under-defended, which implies that there were other forces that were on patrol or elsewhere when we arrived. They might have fled the system, and if they did, then we will be due for a counter-attack before long. He may have just confirmed that.

"If that's the case, I want us ready. Have all engineers prioritize repairs, have the fighters placed at screening range at the jump points, and - do we have range extenders for the Indomitable's Indoctrination signal?**

"

"We might," Zelda said.

" Find out. If we do, deploy those at the jump point. If we don't, then start putting some together. I want the entire system rigged for broadcast. The less that our enemies can think, the better it is for us. Go."

The hyena generals nodded, saluted, and went down different halls. Bertram, on the other hand, spent some time rubbing his forehead and trying to think through what in the hell he was going to do if there was another attack. He had little information on the galaxy at large, still, and he knew that there was still much that he had to learn.

That said, if there was another attack, then that meant that they had a chance to start pulling in more prisoners. Until the attack happened, he was going to start working on scripting new commands, new Indoctrination programs. If nothing else, that faceless interrogation might keep those scripts from popping.

Now, if only I knew where they were popping from...

The End

Summary: Bertram is rescued from his session with the snake woman, and ends up finding out about a new danger.

Tags: M/F, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Ass to Mouth, Hyena, Ram, Badger, Interrogation, Script, Body Control, Series, Sci-Fi, Isekai, Mind Control, Slavery,