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 LAST TIME...Terrible Tommy was about to be gangbanged by a dangerous group
of gangbangers.  His ass was wide open and exposed.  A leaky cock from some
gloved figure in a skintight spandex bodysuit was just inches away from
penetrating the beloved concubine of Mono.  All was lost.

   AND NOW, THE CONCLUSION...

   When Glover split Tommy's ass with his monster wang, shockwaves of bad
vibes shot out across the galaxy in every direction.  The sanctity of his
sphincter muscle had been breached savagely by a notoriously savage
corridor thug.  Tommy screamed with a boyish soprano scream that could
shatter glass in pain.  The tearing hot ice pick sensations as Glover's
bionic dick pummeled Tommy's insides was all too much, and the boy slumped
out cold in pain.  Glover filled Tommy's ass to the brim with pearly oozing
white spunk.  And when he withdrew, a sizable yet less well-endowed cohort
took right over, loosening up Tommy's bowels to the limit.  There was no
resistance now, and the whole gang took impatient turns fucking the sweaty
bag of meat and bones that lay limp on the dirty corridor floor.  A
thousand slimy tentacles light years away mourned for dear Tommy.  When
Tommy's virginity had been taken, the link between him and the dark lord
Mono had been broken forever.  Elder Gods far more powerful than the
tentacled entity Mono had decreed this archaic law before time had begun:
any of the beloved whose love holes were claimed by another party gained
ownership over said love hole.  Thus, ownership was unknowingly granted to
Glover and the rest of the blue dreamers, the gang taking Tommy to the Mean
Mister Mindfuck's Slave Shop for a much-needed tune-up.

   Tommy awoke on a soft tube with what felt like a black mask over his
eyes.  He was no longer in pain, which somehow put his mind and body at
ease for the few groggy seconds before he began to question the
circumstance unto which he found himself.  His body felt cushioned from the
bottom, his ass feeling like it was encased in foam, a soft substance
molding to his body from below.  It didn't come as a shock when he realized
he couldn't move his arms and legs.  That seemed to be a common thing
recently.  This bender on the seedy planet Oxford had been his own subtle
way of breaking free of his submissive nature that had been driven into his
thinking during his time as Devil Child.  Now unfortunately it seemed like
a bad move.  Those Blue Dreamers had run him ragged, and his irresistibly
tasty bod had been too much of a tempting prize for the deviant underworld
dwellers he had dared cross.  So despite this all, he sighed and braced
himself for whatever strange happening he had gotten himself into next.

   A lispy nasally voice filled his ears, possibly the faggiest one Tommy
had ever heard.

   "Okay babe, the name's Mindfuck.  I stitched that cute little boyhole
you got good as new and gave your body a little rubadub scrub, but we're
far from over.  Those Dreamer hunks gave a lot of creds to make you
fabulous inside and out.  I mean deep down to your very soul.  And all you
gotta do is sit back and open those big beautiful blue eyes of yours and
take it all in.  Loose yourself in the rainbows, my own little Mindfuck
special."

   Tommy tried to scrunch his eyes but by the time he say the fruity
rainbow colored spirals pass in front of his eyes it was too late.  He was
instantly captivated and horny from just seeing it.

   "Fuck," Tommy gasped.

   Tommy's boy dick stood up hard and pulsing, and his body was covered in
warm tingly pinpricks.

   "What---is this faggot--doing to me?" Tommy said breathless.

   The spirals pulsed and came towards Tommy's vision with the forced and
speed of a truck stop sexual assault.  Set and Mono had turned his mind to
putty in the same way, and it was still weak from current events.  It
didn't even take a struggle to crack a happy dumb smile at the mind-numbing
pleasure.  Tommy's mind was quickly becoming addicted to bondage and
hypnosis like never before.  It made Mr.  Mindfuck's job all the easier.

   "Oh wow babe, I think you got it.  That smile is gonna melt hearts. 
Reminds me of my baby-faced glory hole days.  Okay babe, in a sec you're
gonna feel my love hose make a bee line for that cute little cocktail
weenie of yours.  Don't fight it when it starts sucking you off.  It feels
good.  Just easssse into things."

   Tommy felt a cold tube smother his dick and a silly fart noise when it
formed an airtight seal around it.  He moaned deeply when the cool sucking
vacuum sensations began.  Goosebumps broke out all over him, and his entire
being was wracked with pleasure from the merciless mechanical blowjob. 
Tommy's voice nearly broke and his balls nearly descended from the orgasmic
explosion going on in his groin regions.  The spirals meanwhile had reduced
his mind to an empty-headed mush of malleable compliant gray matter just
waiting to be programmed.

   "Okay babe, now comes the really fun part.  Open wide and keep your
throat muscles relaxed and loose.  I need to test your gag reflex."

   Tommy felt a hard rubber cylinder force its way into his mouth, tickling
his tonsils and making his jaw sore just from the wideness.  Clear drool
ran down the sides of his lips.  He moaned heartily at the intrusion. 
Sucking on phallic shapes had been a recurring pastime as well.

   "Oh wow, I've never seen a baby take so much man meat in, let alone a
diehard street slut.  You're gonna make you man very happy someday.  Guess
your capable ass could use a rest so I won't drill you today.  So just go
beddy bye for now.  G'night babe."

   "Mmmmmmmmmmhm," Tommy said in compliance, not even knowing how to form
words together in a remotely coherent language.

   An odorless tasteless gas filled the encasement tube and sent little
Tommy off to dreamland.  His destiny was in the hands of a limp-wristed
sissy who was somehow even more of a faggot than ever was.  Didn't look
good.

   Later, in Mr.  Mindfuck's waiting room...

   The Blue Dreamer Gang sat on plush ornate armchairs sipping tall glasses
of Tri-Metho Cocktails, a house narcotic tailor made to calm the nerves of
Mindfuck's prospective customers.  The waiting room was a garishly pink-lit
parlor with rough stucco walls and checkerboard floors.  But the fruitiness
of the place didn't end there, no sir.  Greek marble pillars with hologram
emitters on the base displayed everything from big busty babes sucking on
cock gags to small wormy middle-aged men with protruding guts getting
fitted with vibrating diamond-encrusted ass plugs.  At Mindfuck's no taste
wasn't catered for, and now request too strange.  Business was slow this
morning.  And except for the Dreamers, the slave shop had no other
customers except for a wrinkled old leather-sporting grandmother and her
teenage diaper-loving granddaughter plopped down on her lap.  The
grandmother smiled warmly as the gang collectively rubbed their junk in
admiration.

   Glover had been tapping his blue boot impatiently, hearing for any word
as to weather their latest rape victim had passed Mindfuck's rigid slave
certification requirements.  Glover was a man of exquisite tastes to be
sure, but even he thought Mindfuck's standards were a little unrealistic
for a backwater dump like this.  Still, Mindfuck paid the gang handsomely
even if their catch of the day had been rejected.  And in the end for
Glover that was enough.  Besides, if Mindfuck ever gave him the breeze he'd
come in with pulse blasters blow his fucking head off.

   Finally, after what seemed like a hundred planet cycles, Mindfuck
swished out of his back office and took a hundred Oxford greenbacks out of
the counter cash register.  Glover leered at Mindfuck's slight boyish frame
draped in a thin fabric toga, the mister no more than a Greek noble man's
pederastic fantasies.

   Glover came up to him and inhaled a nostril full of Mindfuck's
intoxicating musk.  Mindfuck took Glover's glove into his hands and laid a
soft kiss on top of it.  He then opened Glover's palm and deposited the
greenbacks on top of it.

   "The little man passed with flying colors," Mindfuck said flamboyantly.
"There's all I promised and a little fun money for you and the boys.  I
hear the brothels are busting with new boycunt."

   Glover blushed like a dainty schoolgirl at the inference.  He whistled
for his gang and gave them all their cut from the latest haul.

   "See you around doll," Glover said with his best poker face.

   Mindfuck blew the gang a flurry of air kisses, with the gang hooting and
catcalling playfully.

   "Later hunks!" Mindfuck shouted as they ran back out into the dank seedy
wares emporium of lower Oxford.

   Mindfuck rushed back into his back office to see his crack team of boy
slaves fitting Tommy with all of his new attachments.

   Tommy was stark buck naked except for a junior baby blue buttplug
sticking out of his crack and a chastity belt stifling his steely hard cock
in a clear bubble cage.  Tommy winced and frowned like a mindless baby, for
that was what Mindfuck had decided to reduce Tommy intellect to with his
brainwashing machine.  Tommy was so small and plump and hairless that it
seemed like a natural fit.  Mindfuck's heart secretly went out to the small
boy imagining the uncomfortable pressure on the youngin's baby boy parts.
Mindfuck's resolve was firm, since he couldn't take the chance of the boy
developing the habit of playing with himself.  His clients usually
preferred a child who was unknowing in the ways of seduction and
lovemaking.

   A red-haired naked boy slave took a small branding gun and etched a
temporary blue glowing barcode across Tommy's bony chest.  Tommy felt
nothing but a slight warmth, and looked down amusingly at the barcode
printed between his nipples.  A chubby boy slave took a squeeze bottle of
greenish slime and slathered Tommy from head to toe with it, rubbing it in
and giving Tommy's skin and oily sheen.  Tommy cooed and laughed from the
ticklish hands manhandling the nooks and crannies of his body.  Mindfuck
made it a note to put another zero on the Tommy's sell price on account of
his charm alone.

   With the current events of Tommy's beautification drawing to an end. 
Mindfuck dropped the boy back into his tube bed and gave him a loving peck
on the forehead.  Tommy's eyes shut and soon he was off to dreamland. 
Mindfuck retired to a little closet-sized cubicle in the back of the shop,
laid down with the chubby boy slave from earlier on a soft feather
mattress, and fell asleep to a mic transmission of Tommy's snores.

   LOADING....  PLEASE WAIT...

   -CONNECTION ESTABLISHEDMEAN MR.  MINDFUCK'S SLAVE SHOP AND SLAVE SUPPLY

   CHECK OUT WHAT WE'VE GOT IN STOCK!

   1.) Adonis: the dark-skinned beefcake of the Outer Rim!  2.) Athena:
gorgeous gams, and girlish figure, and brainy enough to do your tax return!
3.) Roy and Rusty (freckle lover's special): Double your pleasure with
these horny teenage twins!  4.) Pigtail Polly: Braces, baby fat, and a free
pink sun dress on request.  Customize her accent however you wish!  5.) Cum
Dump: A rough and tumble bondage freak with a sensitive bum hole and a high
tolerance for torture!
6.) Shira: Ever fucked a mutant?  Take a meat spin with her and you'll

be wishing for three hands!  7.) Perfect Tommy: Blonde, boyish, and a smile
that could warm even the coldest heart.  A true blue comfort boy just
waiting to be spoiled rotten by a lucky Mommy or Daddy.

   COME ON DOWN!  MR.  MINDFUCK WILL DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SATISFY EVEN THE
MOST DEMANDING OF TASTES!  FREE COCKTAILS AND 3D EROTICA ON THE HOUSE!

   -END OF LINESome time later...

   Mindfuck walked between rows of stacked slave tubes in his vast
storehouse.  The small self-sustaining life support units kept his
merchandise well fed and groomed at peak sexiness.  A shivering slave boy
pushed an anti-grav cart with Tommy's tube towards the big metal airlock
door leading to the Slave Shop proper.

   "Hurry slave, or you'll be spending all you waking hours in a pain
amplifier," Mindfuck scolded.

   "Yes daddy," the slave said meekly.

   Tommy was then woken up gently and led to the waiting room to a paying
customer who had reserved him specially.

   Mindfuck smoothed the wrinkles out of his toga and walked out up to the
register to ring Tommy up.  The slave shop owner shrewdly sized up the
pathetically nerdy client and added a few more scam fees on top of the
sales price.

   Tommy looked inquisitively at the young man who was fated to be his new
master.  The nerdy appearance and dirty jumpsuit seemed quite familiar. 
The young man smiled at him back, a look of recognition maybe.  Tommy was
too infantile and oblivious to know.  The transaction took no time at all,
and Mindfuck had put a spiked collar attached to a chain around Tommy's
neck.  The man in the jumpsuit removed Tommy's chastity bubble cage and
buttplug and stashed them in a complimentary wormhide carrying case.  Tommy
was then led submissively down endless twisting corridors by the pressure
of the collar around his neck to a flight deck containing a beat up single
person star fighter.  The boy was carried up the ladder by the nerdy man
and was sat down on the man's lap in the cramped cockpit of the fighter. 
Tight straps were locked in by a flight deck tech, jokes were exchanged
about the boycunt the man had bought, and soon they had left Oxford orbit
to deep space.

   It was then that the word of escaped Tommy's lips, a simple guttural
moan of recognition.  Tommy craned his neck up at the nerdy face of the man
that had his armed wrapped around the boy firmly.  His eyes widened, his
breath quickened, and in one breath he moaned the word.

   "Darrrrrrrrrrrr," Tommy moaned.

   Dar, the janitor cultist of Mono, put his finger to Tommy's lips and
shushed him.

   "Yes Tommy, it's your old pal Dar.  Mono kicked our asses out of his
lame little cult, so I used all of the creds I could beg for to buy you
from that nasty slaver."

   "Huh?" Tommy said with a blank look on his face.

   Dar looked sadly on his befuddled playmate.  He knew the grim truth. 
Mr. Mindfuck's mindfucking was guaranteed to wipe slave minds clean.  Tommy
was once again just a hollow shell of a boy that would have to learn
everything yet again.  As Dar stroked the worried boy's fine blond mop of
hair, he realized that he would have to be a loving parent as well as a
jolly partner in deviancy.  They could both start as equals and learn the
ways of love as two virgin untainted souls.  Dar brought up the old earth
sex book he's found out about and put it up on the cockpit holomonitor.

   "Kaaaa-ma-sutra.  Pretty silly name huh Tommy?" Dar said with a friendly
tone.

   Tommy smiled happily, an easily amused boy baby in the arms of his new
beloved.  The star fighter blasted into hyperspace towards parts unknown,
the two lovers forging a new path together in the wild expanse of the
realms of the unreal.  This tale of Terrible Tommy's exploits has come to a
close, but the continuing saga was far from over...
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