Draco's Fall - Part 3

Key: FD, M/F, Hypno

Description: Our hero starts to undergo mental conditioning, can he break free? Or is it already too late…

Draco’s sleeping form was slowly moved into a large tube, ribbed with circuitry and what appeared to be cold-cathode light tubes. The overall container he was being slid into was glass. You could see his sleeping, naked, form clearly through the glass. 

As he lay there, he began to stir very slowly. A soft groan escaped his lips as he attempted to move, only to find that he was tied down. It didn’t register immediately, it felt like being tangled in sheets or wrapped in a blanket. He tried to move again, but of course nothing happened. After a few more attempts he shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. “What the...hell?” he asked groggily, sleep still thick in his voice as he looked around. “Where am I?”

Inerva smiled deviously as she stood behind the tube that was housing the hero. She had been waiting for just the right moment to reveal herself. That second when he would finally open his eyes and coherence would enter his gaze. She waited patiently for that exact moment and hit a switch on the back of the tube. 

Inside the tube, the cold-cathode lights activated and began to flood the inside with a brilliant display of color and light, shifting from one hue to the next in a seemingly random order. At the same time, a kind of holographic projection appeared on the glass that made up the outside of the tube and began to display several different hypnotic spirals of various colors, shapes, and sizes. They all moved around the glass tubes, bumping into one another as they did. As Draco blinked his eyes a few times to finally focus, this was the scene that met his gaze. 

"What…is this?” He struggled as he was completely flooded with an array of different hypnotic stimuli around him. It seemed like no matter where he looked there was another spiral waiting to draw him in. If he tried to look between the spirals, eventually another would move into his view. The random motion of the various spirals made it impossible to not have at least one directly in his line of sight at all times. 

The hero shook his head violently to try and clear it, but there was no use. Every ounce of thought he regained was simply pulled away into the next spiral he looked at. In a desperate plea to save some of his mental faculties he slammed his eyes shut, but this is where the cold-cathode tubes came into play. The light they produced was far brighter and stronger than the spirals on the glass. Bright enough to shine through his eyelids, no matter how hard he tried to squeeze them shut. 

Through each grunt and shake of his head, he attempted to free himself and get the hypnotic lights out of his head. In doing so, however, he failed to notice a very faint, very soft hum forming in the background. A binaural hum. A soft little beat that echoed through the chamber from multiple sources, each source at a different frequency and pitch. The only way that Draco’s brain could sort and differentiate between the various hums, was for it to adjust the frequency that it was working at. Specifically...2.2hz… the exact frequency of deep hypnosis. 

Draco’s mind was under assault on two fronts and he didn’t even realize it. His struggles were slowly getting weaker and weaker, and his mind was getting cloudy. But it was happening at such a slow, steady pace that he didn’t really notice it. His body was starting to relax and his shaking and thrashing had begun to slow down considerably. He kept his eyes pressed shut as long as he could, occasionally mumbling about being able to fight, being able to resist. But ultimately his eyes slowly began to open and take in the spirals. 

“I’ll…ff...fight…you…” Draco said in a tone that betrayed just how dazed he really was, staring into the spirals as his hands completely relaxed. Of course he didn’t realize it. All he could do was gaze at the spirals and listen to the subliminal hum. But in the midst of that, he had begun to be assaulted with another kind of trance inducer as well.  Hidden cleverly in the spirals were several hypnotic words, and triggers. Words like “Sleep. Surrender. Obey. Give in.” would slowly flash inside the spirals for just the briefest of moments before fading away. They were too quick to be seen even by someone who was awake...and Draco was anything but awake. In his state they merely added a weight to his mind, and to his body. He began to slump against his restraints more and more, as if they were physically weighing him down.  

As his eyes continued to focus on the spirals, absorbing the hidden words and phrases, a special subliminal track began to play in the background of the binaural hum. It had been recorded in Inerva’s own voice, and was full of simple commands, like the words in the spiral. Commands that were slipping deeply into the mind of our ever increasingly helpless hero. 

Inerva watched from behind the tube that held her captive, a smile playing across her face. She was watching not only the reactions of his face and body, but also the vitals on the screen before her. His heart rate was a relaxed and extremely efficient 45 beats per minute, and his brain waves were slowly ticking down to that magical 2.2hz. It was a clear indicator that he would soon be in a deep, helpless trance. She watched with an eager, almost gleeful smile as his brain waves ticked lower and lower. 2.5hz…2.4hz…2.3hz. She took a slow gasp in anticipation as it slowly...finally...lowered to that magical number. 2.2hz. Deep, helpless, hypnotic sleep. 

Her smile turned to a devious grin as she moved around the side of the tube to look at Draco. His chiseled naked body was covered in the swirling glow of several spirals, all shifting and changing colors around him while his face stared into the swirl of colors and commands. It was perfectly content, perfectly peaceful, and without so much as a single thought behind his eyes. 

Inerva opened up a compartment on the side of the tube and took out an oversized syringe, then gave Draco a predatory smile. "This...will hurt." she purred with a smirk as she reached into the tube and jabbed the needle into his neck, jamming the plunger down with all her might

Draco spasmed as the plunger pushed a thick, silver looking liquid into his body. In reality it was a solution that contained millions of microscopic nanobots. Draco twitched and convulsed, as his brain waves reached 20hz. He felt...strange. He couldn't quite understand why, as a numbness began to flow across his body from the injection site. He felt tiny pinpricks as the nanobots rapidly connected to every nerve ending, muscles, fiber, and even his blood vessels. Despite the odd sensations he was feeling, the hum and lights slowly lulled him back into deep sleep and nothing mattered anymore. Inerva patiently waited for the noise that would tell her the nanobots had completed their work, giving her complete control of all his faculties

With a cheshire grin, Inverva pulled a remote from the compartment of the tube and caressed it lovingly. With the nanobots in control of his whole being, body, mind and soul, she looked into his unseeing eyes. With mock sympathy, she patted his cheek. "I'll miss you, my dear prey." she cooed. And with that she pushed the main button on the remote, shutting his brain off. Permanently erasing his personality as long as the nanobots remained. 

Inerva flicked another switch, opening his mind to her programming. A sly grin spread across her face as she began to whisper conspiratorially. "Your mind is mine, to be filled with my desires." She let out a low moan at the thought, but continued. "You are no longer Earth's savior. You are no longer a person. You are a thing, or more specifically, you are my Slave. Nothing else matters. Nothing else registers. You live to serve...and you're so very good at it, aren't you my dear? 

Slave stared blankly ahead and responded in the only way he knew how to. The way he was programmed to. "Yes..." Lights danced across his blank face as it vacantly stared forward. The towering man of muscle had been reduced to nothing more than a puppet, whose tight strings were given to just one woman. 

The delicious smile on Inerva’s features slowly melted into a worried grimace as something occurred to her, a glaring problem that she had overlooked. She turned to her new slave and asked, "Will anyone come looking for you? Anyone who would try to save you?"

Draco, or what was left of him, accessed his memories and quickly responded. "No..." He stared forward, glassy eyed and stoic, exactly as she wanted him. 

"You are mine, now and forever." She purred into the remote again. "Anything I say is your entire being, your one and only purpose, Slave. Tell me your new purpose now.”

Draco’s face split into a grin as he mechanically repeated his purpose to her. As he spoke them aloud, he felt the words click in an almost spiritual way. Gone was the paragon of justice, fighting for the weak and the poor, he had been replaced with an automaton for Mistress Inerva's pleasure. His hopes, his dreams, his desires had all been savagely torn from him forever. Unfortunately his new persona found this to be its exact goal, one it had already completed. 

Inerva smiled in satisfaction. She wanted him broken completely, she had his mind in a vice but his body was still very powerful. "Tell me, Slave..." She began, biting her lower lip as she basked in his current state. "How can I remove your powers? How do I make you completely helpless?"

Draco responded quickly as he continued to stare deeply into the colors. "My wings." He said, almost giggling. He felt a euphoric rush as he obeyed his Mistress's command. "They are the source of my power. Take them and my sword and my powers leave me"

Inerva's grin widened as she flipped the pod and ordered her slave to reveal his wings. Without hesitation, his draconic wings folded out of his back, muscular and pristine. Inerva idly slid her hands along them, feeling the strong leather between her fingers and lovingly breathing in their scent. "Now this is power.”  She whispered to herself. "It’s almost a pity they must go." She grasped his sword, chuckling to herself at the irony of destroying his powers with his own sword. Grunting from the exertion, she swung the blade through the base of his wing. She positioned herself to take the second before an even better idea occurred to her. "Slave, remove your other wing by hand." She snapped her fingers to emphasize the command. Slave, without missing a beat, grasped his remaining wing and heaved, ripping it from his back in one savage twist. Throughout it all, Slave's grin never left his face. It never faltered, not even an inch.

Humming in satisfaction, Inerva gazed down at the powerless fool before her, from paragon of justice turned into a helpless toy. The stubs of his wings begin to melt into his back, fading away forever. Leaning on the sword like a cane, she mused at how much of a shame it was that she needed to deliver him to the buyer. Unless...she didn't. An idea began to form as she realized a mindless clone would be just as legitimate as the real thing. "It could work, the buyer would never be able to tell the difference between the two." She mused, nodding to herself as the plan cemented itself in her mind.

Moving to her desk, she traced her fingers along the edge and grasped a special flute that sat atop it. It was an ancient piece, acquired from a collector whose story said it hailed from Hamlin. She lifted the flute with a toothy grin and pressed it to her lips,  blowing gently and playing a soothing, hypnotic melody that echoed throughout the room. Normal people hearing this would have felt compelled to follow the flautist, walking forward and following her like a pied piper. Slave, however, was no normal human. Without the idea of resistance, Slave treated this compulsion as a command. One that guided him to walk forward without thought.

Inerva drank in the sight of the helpless hero, now her own personal toy, and guided him in circles around her lair. She made sure to always stay a few steps ahead as she continued playing the hypnotic melody on her flute, teasing him relentlessly and keeping just out of reach. Slave did his best to keep pace, although his current state made this difficult for him and he tripped and stumbled against numerous objects. 

"Enough games." Inerva chided herself, guiding him towards the cloning machine. She needed only a small sample, and immediately knew what to use. Playing the flute with just one hand, she flipped a switch with the other and watched in delight as his cock responded immediately, becoming stiff and erect. His glassy eyes showed no awareness of what he was feeling. 

With some dexterous maneuvers, Inerva successfully managed to walk him dick first into the sample slot for the machine. A smirk crossed her face as she flipped the gage, while the machine clamped down and began milking his shaft, ready to accept the seed. Soon she would have the perfect copy of her prize. Her mind began churning with ideas. Why just one clone? Why not two, or three? Why stop there? Inerva shivered with glee as Slave instinctually thrust into the machine, gladly offering it his sample. The euphoric grin never left his face as he did.