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"...and you needn't call her your 'Mistress' any more." she said, biting her lip, lifting one of her legs and pressing the footpaw of her boot between my legs. As she began to twist the boot against my blue spandex-clad arousal, she smiled wickedly, sipping her wine again as her free paw toyed with her own crotch through her costume.

She sat on a large, comfy-looking chair. I sat on the coffee table in front of her, my wrists bound behind me, my ankles bound below me with my knees tied to the edges of the table, keeping my legs spread and her boot and pressed between them. We were in her lair, the lair of my new Mistress. It was a mansion, likely on the outskirts of the city, every wall lavishly decorated and cosy.

"I understand, Mistress." I replied, hanging my head.

I was Streak, a fox with brilliant white fur, superhero protector of Beacon City! I was gifted great strength, speed and agility by the inter-dimensional, mystical energy being I call "Falcon" that bonded with me! But that all changed when I was captured by an alliance of supervillains, brainwashed and mind-controlled into being a slave, a plaything. Their leader, whose name I hadn't learned, took me as her own personal slave. A female snake in a high-cut red leotard, she toyed with my body every single day, manipulating and stimulating me to orgasm.

"Do you enjoy this, you broken little fox?" came the voice from the female in front of me.

This was not her. This was one of her friends who defied my Mistress's wishes and stole me, determined to make me her own slave. She was a fiery red vixen wearing full-body black spandex under a high-cut cyan brief. She called herself Starsider, but as one of the villains I was brainwashed to serve, I simply called her "Mistress", just as I called all the male villains "Master".

I moaned softly from the boot against the crotch of my leotard. "Yes, Mistress, I do enjoy this. I enjoy serving you however you wish." I said, and it was true. As a slave of my captors, there was nothing I enjoyed more than being their plaything. However, I knew that my first Mistress did not permit or know about any of this, and so I felt like my body was betraying her as much as it was betraying me, so I did what I could to avoid climaxing into my costume.

I was still wearing my superhero costume: a shiny, high-cut, blue leotard and shiny blue boots. Both of these were worn tightly on my toned, athletic body, showing off every muscle and leaving my powerful arms and legs bare, revealing my glistening white fur.

A warm blush spread across her cheeks as she began to apply more pressure to my bound arousal, the sharp heel of her boot pressing down on my bulge and stretching the fabric. "To think you once stood for something. How easily you were taken, made an evil woman's plaything, A tool of the devil, as it were..."

I moaned heavily now, panting as my heartbeat increased with the stimulation in my leotard. "Oh... ohhh..." I moaned. The mere feeling of her boot against my aching arousal inside my spandex leotard was all it took to drive me ever closer to the edge.

"Yes, M-Mistress... ohhhh..." I said, gently thrusting my hips into her cyan boot.

"Do you understand just how far you've fallen? How utterly ruined you've become? You failed in your fight against villainy, and now you're a toy to be bartered with. An oversexed puppet squirming as he tries not to cum into his spandex. Mmmmhmmmm, 'Ohh' is right." she said, her eyelids fluttering as she enjoyed my moans and continued to press her footpaw against my durable spandex, stimulating my arousal with her boot.

"I... I... I'm gonna..." I said, panting as the crotch of my leotard rapidly started to bare the staining signs of my approaching orgasm. "I'm gonna cum...!" I announce, my body beginning to convulse with ecstasy.

"Yes, little fox..." she hissed. "Cum like the mindless little slave you are. Cum, and show me your defeat, your disgrace. Show me the mockery you've become. Show me you're an object. Show me your Mistress's true power over you as you defile yourself onto her boot!"

"AAAAAHH!" I yelled, throwing my head and torso back, resting my back against the wooden table as I climaxed, my wrists still bound together under me.

The crotch of my leotard turned a dark blue as I soiled it with my seed, humiliating and arousing me further, prolonging my orgasm. I was left panting loudly as my orgasm slowly, slowly diminished, her boot still pressed into me, warm cum seeping through the material and staining her heel.

"That's right..." she said.

She stood up, removing her foot from between my legs. She walked over and placed her bare paw on my bulge, eliciting another moan from me, despite my orgasm having already ended.

"Shhhhh... I'm gonna break you soon, in more ways than one. I'm gonna make it so you'll never be able to stop cumming..." Starsider said, stroking me through the material. "But not today. Momma's got work to do!"

Suddenly he removed her hand from the crotch of my high-cut leotard and moved both of them to my knees where she began to unbind me from the table. Then she unbound my wrists. She put both her arms underneath me as I lay on the table, then with incredible strength and ease, lifted me into the air. She carried my limp, moaning body through the halls of her elegant mansion, suits of armour, paintings and expensive furniture lining the walls.

A door opened automatically as she came up to it. As we entered, I could hear laughing, grunting and moaning coming from inside. Slowly opening my tired eyes, I could see three male black-furred wolves fondling, groping and feeling each other up. They each wore skimpy, high-cut speedos. One was green, one yellow and the other red. The one in red seemed to be the largest and most buff, while the other two seemed to be more athletic. They became quiet as we entered.

"Boys, I need you to take care of my newest slave!" she said, dropping me to the floor, which turned out to be a soft mattress that covered the entire floor.

"Yes, Mistress..." said the most buff wolf, bending his neck in her presence.

"Good boys. I'll be back here in about two days." she said, leaving, the door closing behind her automatically.

I worked my way to my wobbly legs. As I stood, I examined my surroundings. The large mattress was covered in stains and various sex toys were scattered about, especially vibrators. The walls of simple white paint were lined with a few toilets and there seemed to be no windows. The whole square room was about fifteen metres by fifteen metres and a security camera was in one of the upper corners. In one corner lay a raccoon on his back wearing a high-cut pink speedo. A constant stream of his cum was seeping out the edges onto his athletically toned legs and bellyfur. He lay spread-eagle and seemed to be asleep.

"What have we got here...?" said the wolf in yellow.

"Fresh meat!" said the buff one in red.

"He's got a leotard, too!" said the one in green.

The three dogs were advancing on me, each one with a wicked grin. I couldn't deny, they looked incredibly handsome, and their bodies in those skimpy speedos were making me incredibly aroused. Their black fur seemed to glisten in the light from the hanging bulb above. I just wanted to fall to my knees and suckle them through their skimpy speedos.

"Mmmm... I love foxes..." said the one in green.

"Hehe, we're wolves, we all do!" said the one is red.

"Me first!" said the one in yellow, suddenly pushing himself into me and connecting his snout to mine. I instantly felt his tongue worm around inside my mouth while he used his two hands to caress my sides and ribs. I moaned gently into his mouth as he satisfied himself with me, rubbing his bulge against mine.

After a few moments of this he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, still grinning. "Mmmm... want more, fox?" he said, licking his lips.

Suddenly he pushed me to the ground. The wolf in red went behind me and used his huge paws to hold me down by my forearms above my head. The one in green went to my legs and held me down there. Meanwhile, the one in yellow reoriented himself on top of me into a 69 position, his head above my leotard-clad arousal and my head under his speedo-clad bulge. Instantly he started using his long tongue to lick me through the fabric, sending a wave of pleasure running through me with each lick, each one eliciting a moan from me as he slurped up my seed through my costume before it even had a chance to dry.

"Lick, boy..." said the buff one behind me, holding my arms down.

I was breathing heavily, panting from the intense stimulation. With his speedo right in my face, I did as they commanded and immediately began licking at the fabric, quickly learning that he too had recently came, the taste of his seed on my tongue against his soaked speedo making me crazy. He moaned himself as I pressed my tongue into his bulge. I shuddered gently when I felt him grab the sides of my leotard and pull them up slightly, stretching my leotard even higher on my hips than before.

The two other wolves let go of me, but in my physical bliss I left my arms where they were and spread my legs slightly. Both of the other wolves got to work rubbing themselves through their own speedos, the one in green even dipping his paws under his speedo to jack his arousal directly. Clearly they were immensely turned-on by this, leading me to wonder how long they had been here with no one but each other to satisfy themselves.

I felt the one in yellow gobble up my entire bulge in his muzzle, his tongue slithering across the tenting fabric like a worm. I was only moments away from climaxing, I knew it! I could feel the intense pressure building between my legs, and the moans of the two other lupines was only driving me further towards the edge. I was moaning loudly as I worked to lick the yellow bulge of the wolf on top of me, trying to return to him the same pleasure he was giving me. I began to gyrate my hips as he slurped my arousal through the lycra material, his saliva trailing all over my soiled blue spandex.

In moments the pressure in my loins had reached its peak and exploded from within me into my costume, the wolf in yellow greedily slurping up my warm cum as it forced its way through the material. I dropped my tongue to hang out the side of my mouth, breathing and panting heavily as I expressed my pleasure with intense panting and moaning. The wolf above me came too, moaning and grunting as the yellow material in front of me was soiled with cum, filling my nose with the musky scent.

When we both finally finished our long climax, the wolf simply collapsed on top of me. I turned my head to the right to ensure I could still breathe, his soaking yellow speedo slumped against the side of my face. Together we lay on top of each other, his head resting on my soaking leotard while the two others finished pleasuring themselves. I heard them moan loudly as they fired load after load of cum into their skimpy speedos as they knelt on the mattress, throwing their bodies back onto the soft material as their orgasms ran their course.

We lay for several minutes before they started to rise. The one in yellow practically sat on my face as he rose to his knees, then standing up.

"Had fun, fox?" he said, suddenly kneeling down again to wrap me up in his arms, then standing with me in his grip. One of his hands descended to my rump where he gently caressed me through the blue lycra. "Mmmm... you like that? Huh? You like it?" he said.

Without warning, he simply let go of me, all three watching as I fell to the floor, my arms thrown limply above me again as I lay spread-eagle on the mattress.

"Yep, we're gonna have lots of fun with this one, guys!" said the one in red. He walked up behind me then sat down cross-legged, grabbing me by my biceps and pulling me onto him, resting my head against his huge black-furred chest. Slowly he ran his paws over my abdomen while I simply lay quietly, letting them have their way with me. The one in green slid up between my legs and caressed my thighs, occasionally rubbing his hands over my bulging leotard. The one in yellow pressed his bare footpaw into my bulge, gently twirling it around.

The one in red, caressing my abdomen, occasionally brought his huge paws through the sides of my leotard to grasp my length directly while kissing me, the one in yellow kneeling down to tickle my balls through the blue fabric.

Yes, I would be cumming again very soon.

This is how it was for the next two days. Food and water were occasionally delivered to us through a window sealed by a small metal hatch which would open to present a variety of simple foods and drinks, all of them no doubt laced with aphrodisiacs. When we weren't eating or sleeping, we spent all day making each other cum however we could, and I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it immensely. I hoped I would never have to say goodbye to my new friends. I hoped nothing would ever stop them from touching and groping me. I loved the feeling of being a little toy for these hungry wolves.

One evening, we were all lying about, each of us recovering from a long day of orgasms, speedos and leotards soaked and tented, when I heard a voice.

"Slave! Get out here!" said Starsider.

I opened my eyes immediately and staggered to my feet. My experiences over the past few days had made me weak, my joints aching and tired. As commanded, I walked over to her and she beckoned me out into the hall where the door closed behind me. She walked right up to me, then slapped my behind, drawing quick, quiet moan from me.

"Follow." she said, firmly.

She wasn't wearing her usual outfit. She was clad only in a high-cut, bright pink, thong leotard.

We went upstairs to the third floor of the mansion where we entered her bed chamber, a large double bed sitting in the centre of the room, moonlight from outside streaming in through the window on the far side of the room.

I was filled with excitement and rapidly began to tent my leotard once again when she spoke, "Get in there!" she said, pointing at a cage, 4 feet wide, 6 feet long and 4 feet high. She was holding the cage door open. I complied immediately, climbing in. As I bent over to enter, she put her paws on my backside once again, rubbing against me and pushing me in. The floor of the cage was simply one large pillow. She closed the cage door behind me, then climbed into the huge bed, still in her bright-pink leotard.

She didn't tuck herself under the blankets just yet. She turned off the bedside light and put her paws to the crotch of her leotard and began to rub herself. In the darkness, I lay on my back on the soft pillow of the cage, allowing my arousal to grow from the sound of her moans as she pleasured herself through her sleepwear.

That night, I dreamt erotic dreams and came in the night, waking up in the morning to find my leotard soiled with cum. I had dreamt of the three black wolves and how much fun they had abusing me, and how much fun I had being made to cum over and over.

The light of the new morning was streaming through the window. Still lying on my back, I noticed my legs were spread, each knee resting against the bars on either side of the cage. Unable to resist, I gently moved my paw to my crotch, eager to cum again. Cumming had become an addiction to me, and all I wanted now was to do it over and over. Yes, I would happily cum for Starsider now.

"No!" said Starsider, about to step into her bathroom, still wearing her bright-pink leotard. "I didn't say you could cum!"

I removed my hand from my crotch and simply continued to lay where I was. Eventually she returned from the bathroom and unlocked the cage.

"Get out!" she said, her voice still stern.

Complying, I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I stepped out of the cage. As soon as I was freed from my metal captivity, she grabbed my behind and forced me into her, kissing me deeply, pressing her fingers deep into the backside of my costume while my bulge was pressed into her crotch. My moans were muffled in her mouth as I expressed my pleasure from the fingers rubbing against my prostate.

"Today I'm gonna make you start cumming forever, slave..." she said, pulling away.

I shuddered at her words. I knew I loved that idea, and she knew I knew. She grinned as she put her other paw to my crotch.

"I got a very special machine downstairs..." she said.

The silence was suddenly permeated by the sudden ringing of alarms throughout the mansion, along with a mechanical voice repeating "Intruder alert...".

"Stay in here!" she said, suddenly running out of the room.

I waited for a few minutes, standing idly where I was, then moving to the window to look out. Down below I could see well-cut, deep green grass, but before I could look further I felt another grope on my backside, but it was no paw.

"Hello, again, sweetie..." said my old Mistress, resting her serpentine head on my shoulder. "Did you miss me?" Her tongue slithered out to tickle under my muzzle.

I moaned softly as she slid her fingers into the back of my leotard, running her scaly fingers over the fur of my rump.

"Mmmm... yes... Mistress..." I replied, my breathing faster.

I feel her other hand slide around to my front, sliding under the fabric to grasp my growing arousal directly.

"Good boy. Tell me, did you want to come here?" she said, massaging my front and back now.

"N-no... Mistress. Mistress Starsider brought me here..." I say, gently thrusting my hips into her hand with my eyes closed.

"Now tell me, which one of us do you serve...?"

The question rattled around inside my head, opening my eyes. I honestly didn't know who I served, whose slave I was, who I belonged to. I had never been made to think of the other villains as anything other than Master or Mistress. All I knew was that the one fondling and groping me now was the leader of them all who took me as her personal slave. Starsider had betrayed her by stealing me, then pleasuring me just as much as my old Mistress did, but now I didn't know why I should serve one or the other. I was... confused!

"I... I don't..." I said, still breathing heavily from the stimulation, unsure of what my answer should be, but knowing that I had to give one. I felt like my brain was about to explode! Like a mindless robot made to calculate the impossible, this simply did not compute!

"Mmmm, yes, sweetie...?" said my Mistress.

"Step away from him, Manasa!" said Starsider from behind. "He's not your slave any more!"

My Mistress pulled away from me, pulling her hands out of my costume and turning around to face Starsider. As she stepped away, I could see that my old Mistress was still wearing her red leotard, while Starsider was still wearing her bright-pink leotard. I found it kind of interesting that everyone in the room was wearing a leotard of some sort.

"Oooh, Starsider, sweetie, you made a very big mistake today..." said Manasa, her true name, with a teasing yet seductive tone.

"My friend..." said a voice in my head.

I looked around, but couldn't see anyone else other than Starsider and Manasa.

"My friend, I have returned to you." said the voice again.

"Falcon...?" I whispered, suddenly surprised.

"Yes, boy. The conflict between your two mistresses has created a conflict in your mind, weakening their control over you and giving me the opportunity to reach out to you. You must fight against the last of their influence over you and escape!"

"But..." I whispered, hesitantly. "I... I belong to them... I serve them... I am their slave, their plaything..."

"No, boy. You are Streak, the protector of Beacon City!" replied Falcon, his voice echoing through my skull. "You have the strength to regain your free will. I will be with you every step of the way. We can do this together!"

"I told you he was mine..." Manasa said to Starsider, still with a teasing voice. "You know what your punishment is..."

"I don't think so!" said Starsider. I realised she was wearing a tin foil hat.

"No problem..." responded Manasa, suddenly charging at her former friend.

I could feel a sense of freedom, that my thoughts were whatever I wanted them to be, but I still felt devoted to my Mistresses, to my owners. I didn't want to give up their domination over me. I wanted to continue to be their plaything and pet, to serve them and satisfy them for the rest of my life, to experience their touch forever more. But I couldn't deny I also wanted to be free of their control, to fight them and be the hero I once was, to save lives and defend the innocent.

Manasa and Starsider were wrestling with each other, each clawing at the other with Manasa trying to grab for Starsider's tin foil hat. After a while, Manasa caught Starsider in a hold, wrapping her legs around her waist from behind. Starsider grabbed one of Manasa's hands but failed to grab the other before Manasa moved her hand to Starsider's crotch, fiercely rubbing against her through the fabric of her bright-pink leotard.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohhh..." moaned Starsider, trying desperately to keep hold of Manasa's other arm to prevent her from snatching her tin foil hat, but the pleasure was making it difficult for her to resist.

I could hear Manasa's seductive words in my head from my memories. Every single word made me want to give up and cum for her right there, to throw off my free will forever and live as her slave. I wanted to fall to my knees and eradicate Falcon from my mind forever, along with every thought and memory of my former life as a superhero.

I could hear Falcon's soothing but powerful voice, urging me to stand up for myself and seize my freedom once and for all. I could feel my strength, speed and agility coming back to me, empowering my abused and weakened body. I saw flashes of my old life, of my great deeds and the faces of the people I had saved. I saw what my future could be, the glorious adventures of Beacon City's greatest superhero!

The crotch of Starsider's leotard began to darken as her fluids seeped into the fabric. Manasa's expert hands were very quickly eradicating all resistance from her and she soon let go, giving in to the pleasure, providing Manasa the perfect opportunity to grab Starsider's hat and tear it off. Immediately she stood up, keeping the hat well out of her reach.

"Starsider, sweetie, looks like you lost!" said Manasa, waving the hat tauntingly with a smug grin. "You know what happens now..."

"No, Manasa! Anything but that! Please! I beg you!" Starsider responded, still lying on the floor and panting from the recent stimulation.

Manasa raised her right palm at Starsider, then immediately the vixen keeled over backwards, her mouth agape, thrusting her hips into the air faster than I've ever seen before. Her leotard instantly turned a dark pink as her fluids burst into the skimpy garment amid the most powerful orgasm imaginable. She didn't speak or even moan, her eyes tightly shut while she shook and convulsed uncontrollably.

I realised what was happening: Manasa was using her power over minds to induce an orgasm unlike any other, overloading her nervous system with more pleasure than anybody could possibly withstand, every nerve in her body pulsating with intense ecstasy. She continued thrusting her hips wildly on the floor while my Mistress had her way with her brain.

In a few moments, it was finally over. Starsider lay sprawled out on the floor in a pool of her own fluids, her leotard completely soaked. She continued to twitch for a few moments, her lifeless body still suffering the effects of the incomprehensible ordeal with her cold, dead eyes still closed, Manasa watching smugly.

"Good riddance..." said Manasa, kicking the body of Starsider in the crotch of her leotard, the fluids still seeping from the material.

Now was the time for me to choose. There would be no other opportunity. Either I would remain as Manasa's slave and forsake my heroic ways forever in exchange for limitless pleasure and obedience, or I would defy her and escape with my free will intact and continue serving the citizens of Beacon City as Streak!

The time to choose had come...

SUPERHERO ENDING (Canon)

I had a job to do, and nothing would stop me!

I gathered all my strength and resisted the urge to stay as her slave. I fought against my lusty desires, fighting back my arousal with all my might. I stood tall and could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I felt my weakened muscles suddenly fill with energy. I refused to be a plaything any longer. I refused to be just a pet and a slave. I had a destiny to fight for all that is right in this city, and I would never allow some seductive snake to stop me! It was time to take action!

BANG!

A perfect punch right to Manasa's scaly head sent her flying into the air and back down hard onto the floor.

"Well done, boy!" I heard Falcon say.

"We're done, villain! I'm not gonna be your pet any longer!" I said defiantly at Manasa.

"What?! No!" she yelled, raising her hands at me, attempting to connect with my mind.

I felt the tingling sensation of her mind coming into contact with mine, starting to reassert herself in my thoughts. I didn't hesitate. I ran for the window and jumped, crashing through the glass. Amid a shroud of shattered glass, I came crashing down three stories to the grass below, landing heavily on my hands and feet with expert skill. As I stood, I could see just how large the grounds of the mansion were, black fences hidden behind tall hedges in the distance surrounding the estate.

There was no time to lose, for Manasa would surely reassert her control over me if I stayed any longer. I had to lose her! With impressive speed I launched myself forward, heading straight for the hedges, leaving a blue streak in my wake. It felt so good to be free, to run again, and I knew I would feel whole as soon as I left the grounds.

Freedom! I leaped over ten-metre high hedge with boundless energy, landing on the road beyond. After getting to my feet, I threw myself aside to avoid getting hit by a car. I ran to the side of the road and took a moment to get my bearings. On the opposite side of the road from me was the estate, a tall lush hedge behind a menacing black metal fence. On my side of the road was a large cornfield, and beyond I could see the suburbs, and beyond that was the Beacon City river. On the other side was the dense urban metropolis that I still considered my home, my protectorate.

I breathed in deeply, relishing my new freedom and the sensation of self-determination. I felt the gentle breeze and warm sunlight against the fur of my bare legs and simply soaked it all in, my arms raised to my sides and my head aimed at the sun rising over the city in the distance, my eyes closed. After a few moments I heard the sound of a metal gate opening nearby and knew it was time to go. I opened my eyes, lowered my arms and readied myself for my journey.

With a grin of satisfaction, I launched myself forward and into the cornfield, a blue streak in my wake as I sped through the fields with the speed of a race car. I felt that the crotch of my leotard was still soaked, the wind on my front cooling my cum against my fur, but I didn't care and could deal with it later. I was free, and that's all that mattered. I had a mission, to protect my city and find the other heroes that the villains had captured. I was determined to succeed, and I would never rest until every hero alive was freed from their captivity and slavery. I resolved to notify the police department of where the mansion is at my first opportunity, then start rounding up those villains and lock them away once and for all.

"I am proud of you, my friend. Together, I know we shall triumph!" said Falcon.

"Thanks, Falcon!" I say out loud. "I would still be a slave if it weren't for you. Now it's time for justice!"

Never fear, Beacon City. Streak is coming home!

SLAVE ENDING (Non-Canon)

I loved my Mistress. There's no way I could possibly betray her! There's no way I would forsake this life of unending pleasure just to be a superhero. I would happily throw away all my free will just to belong to her fully, to be her toy, her pet, her plaything, her complete and utter slave. She's only ever been good to me, and I should only ever be good to her in return, only ever be her good little pet.

Working with all my effort, I seized Falcon from inside my own mind and push him from my thoughts completely.

"No, my friend! Do not do this! Do not sell your mind and body to this wicked siren!" pleaded Falcon.

In a few moments, he was gone, nothing more than an afterthought, dissolved into nothingness by my will.

I immediately dropped to my knees, feeling a sense of absolute contentment. I could feel my arousal in my costume once again, aroused to no end by the satisfaction that I no longer belonged to myself any more. Both my mind and body belonged totally to her, my Mistress.

She turned to me and smiled, making me shudder slightly from her seductive gaze. I couldn't help but spread my kneeling legs slightly.

"Such a good boy..." she said, walking over to me. Every step only made me harder and harder, tenting my shiny blue leotard even further.

She knelt down in front of me. "I could sense that you had the strength to resist me just then, but you chose not to. You chose me instead, didn't you?" she said, tickling under my jaw. I reacted with a soft moan, a blissful look on my face.

"Now, what say we get rid of the last of that pesky free will?" she said, moving her other scaly hand down to grope my bulge between my kneeling legs.

"Yes... oh, yes... Mistress... yes please..." I said, panting steadily.

Suddenly I felt the last of my old life seeping away into blackness, all my free will and free thoughts stripped away as her eyes seemed to fill with brilliant, whirling colours. As I was stripped of my individuality, I could feel her hand continue to grope me between my legs. Each component of my personality that vanished brought me closer and closer to climaxing. Then she kissed me, connecting her scaly snout with my furry muzzle. I felt her forked tongue sliding around, tickling all over. My body could take it no more and I released right there, my loud moans muffled in her mouth while she stimulated me with her expert hands. My eyes remained open the whole time, staring into her hypnotic gaze.

The very last piece of my personality vanished, replaced only with the utmost obedience to her. Streak was gone forever, and nothing could ever change that. My entire purpose in life was to serve my Mistress however she pleased, and I would not have it any other way. I felt as if I was ejaculating the old me into my costume, ridding myself of the filth of my heroic ways once and for all.

Finally my orgasm subsided, my body shaking and weary after the long process. Every single thought in my mind was concerned with nothing more than serving my Mistress, finally free of the horrible freedom that would have deprived me of this blissful fate. It felt so wonderful to have a real purpose, to belong to my Mistress. Her tongue still swirled around in my mouth as the last of my cum flooded into my leotard. I felt her scaly hand press against the material, squelching my seed between my fur and the fabric of my costume.

I was still moaning softly when she pulled her tongue out of me, but she kept her hands on my bulge. I longed for the sweet taste of snake saliva in my mouth, making me feel a sense of incompleteness.

"Good boy. You love to cum for me, don't you?" she said, a large smile on her snout. Her voice sounded more arousing and seductive than ever before, as if the world itself had changed to revolve around her alone.

"Y-yes... Mistress. I love it so much..." I responded, still panting and moaning gently, so relieved to be free of my old life.

She rubbed her hands up and down my torso now, occasionally running her fingers along my thighs, then making circles around my crotch.

"That's right, my slave. You made the right decision, and now you will experience incredible pleasures for as long as you live, my sweet pet."

I almost would have came again simply from the power of her words. Yes, nothing else mattered now but to serve her.

She stayed true to her words. In time, all of Beacon City fell to her power and her harem of villains, slowly imprinting her wishes on every mind, enslaving every individual. I was beside her the whole time, protecting her from those that tried to stop her, and she rewarded me with more and more pleasure. Many, many years later, when Manasa ruled over the entire planet, she granted me the honour of death by her hands, the same way she killed Starsider. I died in her arms, her scaly hand on my bulge as I came for the last time, experiencing the greatest orgasm in the universe as she sung me to my eternal rest with a lullaby meant only for her slave.