The Submarine

By PupScout
published March 13, 2018
10409 words
Summary

They say every submarine has its own distinct smell. Suppose someone or something were to use that against the men serving?

THE SUBMARINE

Cramped living quarters. Recycled air. Limited water supply. Men working and sweating, balls full of cum and the scent of man, times one hundred plus. They say every submarine has a distinct smell. Suppose someone or something were to use that against them?

The USS Scorpion, an Ohio Class submarine, with 134 men onboard, 120 enlisted and 14 officers, was on a routine mission. Spend the time doing drills and maintenance while pushing the limits of the sub in depths close to 600 feet. They were headed out towards the Mid Atlantic Ridge, the mission being to test new sonar equipment in the hazardous underwater terrain. No US submarine had been in these waters before, as most avoided the treacherous terrain by navigating at shallower depths above the Ridge.

The sub was under the command of Jonah Walsh, a ruddy Irishman who made his way up through the ranks after graduating from the Naval Academy fourteen years ago. Known to the crew as “Skipper” he was a no nonsense leader, but had a deep affection and respect for his men, most of whom had been with him on several missions. The Skipper was a good looking naval man. Just shy of six feet, he had brown reddish hair that was shaved on both sides. With a little gel every morning, the short hair on the top of his head stood straight up. He grew a beard as most submariners do, with no mustache, and during missions, allowed it to grow without any trimming until he got back to base. He liked the look he gave himself. His muscles were well toned, both chest and stomach covered with straight reddish hair, ending in a nice patch of reddish fur over his manhood which was a healthy size.

During his time in the service, he got used to the company of men, and was glad to be back on a mission, but this one was special. He had only two “pukes” on board. Pukes were new submariners who have yet to earn their “dolphins” which was a rigorous study and training course to know all the ins and outs of the submarine. Once a puke passed all his tests, a special ceremony is held giving each man his dolphins. The Skipper was planning that this mission each puke would earn his dolphins. But more importantly, he had his two best buddies on board: Steve Connor as the Executive Officer, or XO as the crew called him, and the Curt Buckler as Chief of the Boat, known by the crew as the COB. All three men had graduated from the Naval Academy together, but after separate assignments after graduation, this is the first time they served together, after putting in transfer requests for a long time.

The XO, Steve, was similar in height to the Skipper. Unlike the Skipper, he kept himself clean shaven and trimmed the sides of his head, but allowed the hair on top to grow a bit more. He liked to call it his lazy man’s high and tight. The XO was built more muscular than the Skipper, with bulging, well defined pecs and a flat washboard stomach. Although each man was in great shape, Curt surpassed them both. Curt’s spent most of his free time in the gym when on base. In the sub his routine was pushups, pull ups, squats and ab crunches. His nickname was Bull. The rumor onboard was not because of his muscles, but more because of his massive cock and balls. Bull being the COB was the overall leader of the enlisted men on board. Bull had a full beard and mustache reaching up to his shaved head ending just above the ears. His body was fully covered with thick black hair. Steve was a classic bull in the sense of the word. His strength and manliness made the nickname fit him well. And as COB, he had a profound love for his men and they returned the affection with admirable respect.

Two weeks into the mission, it was an average day with the crew performing their various duties. All the men were dressed in the standard blue coveralls. The coveralls were one piece with buttons from the neck line down to and ending in the crotch. A beige belt separated the upper body from the lower body. The upper part of the coveralls had the USS Scorpion insignia on the right chest with the seaman’s name above. The lapels had other naval insignias detailing the sailors department and rank, along with the Dolphins insignia except for the two pukes.

This particular day, The Skipper was in the Command Center supervising mapping tests of the ocean topography ahead of them. Their depth was close to 600 feet, the maximum a sub of this class could handle. Steve, the XO, had his officers running their men on certain emergency practice drills based on various scenarios and the response needed at 600 feet. This morning’s drill emphasis was on the fire crew handling a fire catastrophe at that depth. Bull was in the chow hall enjoying his lunch before heading down to Weapons or “weps” to run his boys through several drills. A third of the men were sleeping as they would take the next twelve hour shift.

Suddenly the submarine was hit with a loud, overwhelming vibration moving rapidly from the rear of the submarine to the front. The vibrations moved through the ship at lightning speed one after another. It was hard to hear anything including the man speaking next to you. The Skipper immediately called for a status report from all departments over the comm.

“Engine room. Reporting. All systems functioning as normal”

“Weapons. Reporting. All systems functioning as normal”

And so it went on with each officer calling in their status report as normal.

The XO stopped his drill with the fire crew and immediately hurried towards sonar. If this vibration was a new weapon being used by another submarine or surface vessel, he wanted to identify it quickly and take action accordingly.

Bull left his lunch and ran as fast as he could to get to weapons and the nuclear reactor. Of all things to go dysfunctional, those would be the most catastrophic. He could feel the vibrations under his feet and against the wall with his hands as he made his way to weps. The vibrations were mind numbing and he could see the panic in his men’s faces as he passed them. “Steady boys, we’ve been trained for all scenarios. Let’s identify this and put a stop to it. Do your jobs.” As he spoke, he could hardly hear his own words, let alone the men hearing anything he said.

The vibrations were taking a toll on Bull’s clear thinking. At one point he headed left when he knew from a hundred times going to weps that it was a right. The vibration was already making his thought patterns scattered. He had to find the source and find it quick.

Throughout the sub, each man on duty was in a frantic mode, looking for the problem before disaster hit. The men had been through this training countless times and were able to perform under stress, but the constant vibration waves were making it hard to concentrate. Suddenly within the vibrations a voice was heard. It was not audible, but each man heard it in his head. With the strong vibrations pulsing through the ship, it was all they could hear.

YOU WILL BECOME. ALL MEN ON BOARD WILL BECOME.

Bull heard the voice in his head, but his only objective was getting to weps. If there was a malfunction, he needed to find it. If they were under attack, he wanted to be no place else except weps. If someone were attacking them, he wanted to be the one to fire the weapon that took them out.

YOU WILL BECOME. YOU WILL OBEY. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. YOU WILL BECOME.

“Become? Resistance? What the fuck?” thought Bull. “Of course there will be no resistance, I mean, there will be resistance. What the hell is that? I need to get it to stop before I become. Become? Become what?”

Bull finally arrived in weps. The entrance to weps was a half floor higher than the room. Bull had to descend about five stairs. He quickly looked down at his men and they were all standing confused and dazed not doing anything. The Ensign in charge looked at Bull who just arrived. He yelled as hard as he could, “Sir, what is going on?” “Remember your training Ensign and keep an eye on these weapons. Air pressure, humidity, temperature, look for, um, look for, aaah, dammit, this vibration is not helping matters. Do you job Ensign!”

“There are voices in my head and the other men hear it too. It keeps saying we will become and we will obey.”

I hear them too Ensign, ignore them and let’s put a stop to it. We’ll fire the bastards out of the water if we have to.”

Once Bull said that, the voice amplified in his head.

THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. YOU WILL BECOME. YOU WILL OBEY. ALL MEN WILL BE SLAVES. ALL MEN WILL OBEY. YOU WILL BECOME. RELEASE YOUR SEED AND BECOME.

“Release our seed and become?” Bull momentarily thought this was now a joke, but the relentless assault on his mind was too much for a joke. He felt weaker than before. He was listening more to the voice in his head instead of disregarding it.

134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 0.

“Good” thought Bull, making a mental note there were twenty two men present in weps, “that’s exactly how we intend to keep it.” Bull need to check under the various tubes and wires running below all the equipment. He got down on this back and slid himself under all the apparatus. His mind wandered back to the men whom he just left even though he was only feet away from them. He felt like he was losing them. Their minds were distracted, the personalities subdued. He chocked it up to the stress of the situation, but he knew his men well. Something was wrong.

As Bull lied on is back, the vibrations took a heavier toll. He could now physically feel the vibrations on the back of his head, down his spine, and in his ass. Every muscle, nerve and bone in his body was vibrating. He forgot why he was under the equipment on his back. All he could feel were the vibrations and all he could hear was the voice in his head.

BECOME. RELEASE YOUR SEED.

Bull found himself giving thought to the words. “Release my seed? Man, it has been a while, that would feel so good.” As he entertained the idea of blowing a hot load after this incident was over, he felt his cock getting hard. “Seriously, now? Must be the damn vibrations.” Suddenly the vibrations seem to concentrate by his ass. He could feel the vibrations almost turning vertically towards his asshole. It felt weird, it felt good. The vibrations continued up his hole hitting his prostate. At that point, a shudder moved through Bull’s entire body. The invasion felt strange, but good, really, really good.

BECOME. RELEASE YOUR SEED.

The words suddenly snapped him back to reality. He knew he had to fight this onslaught in his body and his mind. He took his hand off his crotch where he had been rubbing his cock. “How did my hand get down there? I came here to…to…to become, to release my seed. NO!! Fight it. Don’t give in to this, defeat this.”

YOU WILL BECOME. YOU CANNOT RESIST. RELEASE YOUR SEED.

Bull’s hand went down to his cock and as he began to rub it through his jumpsuit, he pressed his ass down towards the floor. The vibration waves kept hitting his prostate, moving forward up to his cock. As he rubbed his cock, the feeling was the best he had ever felt. He could feel his balls churning as if they were on overdrive making loads of cum. His mind started to think on his common jerk off fantasy: some vixen he had seen on a beach of few weeks ago wearing hardly anything but a string top and bottom.

YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW. DO NOT RESIST. RELEASE YOUR SEED.

Bull’s mind clouded over. All his thoughts disappeared into the vibrations and then returned. He started rubbing his cock again thinking of the muscled guys at the gym back at base. In the locker room all undressing. Admiring muscles and body hair. Bull thought “Man, I never knew a man’s ass could look so good. I bet it tastes good too. Hairy cocks and asses with no modesty. It would be nice to reach out and touch my buddy’s cock. Undressing with Steve and Jonah, feeling their cocks. Going down to taste them, feel them in my mouth.”

Bull now had an irresitable urge to be with men, naked with other naked men. Serving, obeying, to become. He pulled himself out from under the equipment with a huge hard on underneath his pants. The urge to stroke his cock and blow his load with other men being the strongest urge he ever felt. He stood up and looked at the men all rubbing their cocks underneath their blue jumpsuit uniforms in a semi circle around him.

The sight of his aroused men brought him back to reality for a second. He knew the voice and the vibrations were causing his mind to change. He knew he had to resist. “Men, we need to resist whatever this is. Get your hands off your damn peckers and fight back.” But the scene of all the men rubbing their cocks was too much for Bull. His mind focused back on men, naked men, cocks, balls, and ass. Muscular men, hairy men, masculine, obedient men. Men who obey orders and become.

“I WILL BECOME” said Bull to the men around him as he reached for his neck line button and started to undo it.

“I WILL BECOME” answered each man doing the same, staring blankly forward, speaking in an extremely monotone manner.

As the men continued to unbutton, the vibrations and words continued in their minds.

YOU WILL BECOME.

“We will become” answered the men in unison.

YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW.

“Our thoughts are only of men now” repeated the men, each independent thought now thoroughly being erased.

By this time each man had unbuttoned his uniform with the jumpsuit fallen between their knees and feet.

“I will release my seed” said Bull, “I will become.”

Bull picked up the pace and began to heartily stroke his cock. Every man in weps also began to stroke harder, monotoning on with blank expressions, “I will release my seed. I will become.”

The voice in their minds continued, “LIFT YOUR ARMS. ENJOY YOUR SCENTS.”

Every man obeyed without hesitation and lifted his arm. The stress and nervousness they all felt just minutes before, had produced a rank, manly smell in each of their pits. The scent filled weps and the smell of sex, sweat and pheromones began to permeate the air as each man stroked his cock.

“I will release my seed. I will become” said Bull, and with that he shot out a huge load hitting several of the men around him and also flying back and resting on his cock fur and chest fur.

Bull proceeded to each man whom his cum had fallen on. He reached out and smeared it on his hands, lifting it up to their noses. “BECOME” said Bull to each man as they inhaled his acrid, caustic smelling cum. As the scent hit each man’s nose, he blew his load. Each load was about three times the normal size. The scent was more pungent and penetrating than usual. Bull then took each blown load onto his hands and moved one by one to each remaining man stroking his cock in the room. Taking the cum of his buddy next to him, Bull lifted his hand to man’s noses, simply saying, “BECOME.” Once the aroma hit each man’s nostrils, they blew their loads. As each load was blown, their minds lost all resistance, whatever little was left. One by one each man was reprogrammed to obey.

After each man had cum, the vibrations in their minds stopped. It hadn’t really stopped, but their minds were now reprogrammed to only hear the voice within the vibration, not the vibration itself.

“YOU HAVE BECOME. YOU ARE MAN. YOU ARE SLAVE. YOU WILL OBEY.”

All the men repeated audibly, robotically, in unison, “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

The voice continued in their minds, “YOU ARE ONE. YOU WILL OBEY. YOU HAVE BECOME.

The men again repeated in the same manner, “WE ARE ONE. WE OBEY. WE HAVE BECOME.”

Right after that, the voice issued their first order. “PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.”

Each man turned towards the small stairway leading out of weps. Their dicks wet with cum, losing their rigidity, each man walked step by step, naked, in perfect unity towards the stairs, heading to the chow hall.

“YES MASTER. WE HEAR AND WE OBEY. PROCEEDING TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.”


Bull’s buddy Steve, the XO, had arrived in the sonar/radar station after quickly leaving the fire drill. Throughout the short run to the station, his mind has been relentlessly bombarded by the the vibrations and the words. Like all the men on board, the XO was getting confused and finding it harder to keep his head clear. But if an enemy ship was out there, Steve wanted to find it and find it fast.

Upon arriving in sonar, three men were sitting at their stations staring at blank computer screens. “What the hell is going on?” barked the XO. A lieutenant and a lieutenant junior grade were standing behind the three men staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging the XO. Steve moved between the men to get to a station. The seaman manning the station was simply staring forward, mumbling. “Become. No. Won’t. Release. Become.”

“Get on your feet sailor and make some room.” The man did not budge but began to rub his cock under his uniform jumpsuit. Steve pulled the man off his chair and sat in front of the sonar screen. The second the XO’s ass hit the chair the onslaught intensified. His back absorbed the vibrations right into his body, up his spine and outward through his rib cage. Just like his buddy, Bull, before him, the energy concentrated around his asshole and started to move its way upward in very quick, strong vibrations. The XO looked at both men on his left and right, both rubbing their cocks, mumbling words of “Release. Become. Obey.” He shook each man violently allowing them to escape their trance for just a minute.

“Sorry Sir” said one of the radar operators. “Vibrations. Words. Can’t ignore.”

“Must become. Obey. Release seed.” droned the second.

Each man stood up leaving the XO the only one at the radar stations. The ship would be completely blind if they lost radar, but somehow the vibrations were absorbing the pulses of high-frequency electromagnetic waves used for radar. They were indeed blind.

As the XO looked for possible solutions, the feeling in his ass and his prostate was intense. His mind began to travel and begin to listen to the words. “BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED.” His hand travelled down to his crotch and he began to rub his hardening cock. “Man that feels good, best I’ve ever felt touching myself. I wonder what it would feel like with just my cock, no clothes. Just obey, release my seed, become.” Enough of the XO was still present in his mind that he pushed himself off the chair. “No fucking way” he thought to himself, “whatever this is, it’s not going to get me.”

The five men behind him were now furiously rubbing their cocks and pushing their asses up against anything from which they could feel more vibration. Just as the XO was going to try to pull them out of their stupor, he remembered weps. “Oh shit, if this force can affect radar and sonar, what about the weapons systems?” The brief fear of an accidental launch of nuclear missiles stunned him back to reality. “Gentlemen, get your hands off your cocks and resume your duties” he ordered as he left quickly heading towards weps.

The five men in the station did not respond to the XO’s order. They continued to rub their cocks and lean against any wall or solid object secured to the sub as they unbuttoned their suits from top to bottom. They began to stroke their cocks faster as they lifted their arms in one movement together. The seaman that the XO had pulled out of his chair was the first to say, “I will release my seed and become.” The lieutenant junior grade seconds later repeated, “I will release my seed and become.” With that both men shot out huge wads of cum, hitting the other men in the station and each other. In a perfectly orchestrated move, they scooped up the cum and held their hands under another man’s nose as they drew their pits in closer to his face. The lieutenant junior grade to the nose of the lieutenant and the seaman to his best buddy. Both men could not stop the onslaught to their brains, and shot out another huge batch of cum hitting the three other men in the station. The room filled with the scent of cum, sweat, pit and sex. The stench reached the nose of the fifth sailor who immediately turned to his buddies and hosed them all down with his hot load, droning, “I will release my seed and become.”

After emptying their balls all over each other and the radar station, the voice continued, “YOU HAVE BECOME. YOU ARE MAN. YOU ARE SLAVE. YOU WILL OBEY.” All the men repeated audibly, robotically, in unison, “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

The voice continued in their minds, “YOU ARE ONE. YOU WILL OBEY. YOU HAVE BECOME.

The men again repeated in the same manner, “WE ARE ONE. WE OBEY. WE HAVE BECOME.”

Right after that, the voice issued their first order. “PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.”

Each man, now completely naked, with wet, softening cocks, covered in cum, turned towards the room exit.

““YES MASTER. WE HEAR AND WE OBEY. PROCEEDING TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.” And with that they headed towards the chow hall, one behind the other, staring blankly forward, passing by men struggling within their own minds so much that they didn’t even notice the strange site of naked men walking down the hall.


As Steve was running towards weps, he noticed the urgency of the crew had changed. Before the men were busying themselves finding the source of the vibrations and voice, trying to stop it. Now most men were staring blankly, all fighting the voice within their heads. Steve noticed many men were rubbing their erect cocks underneath their uniform. In his haste, he commanded, “Focus men. Stay focused. Do your jobs.”

Steve then heard something that almost stopped him in his tracks.

134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 29.

“Twenty nine?” Steve knew his submarine’s work roster like the back of his hand. Twenty eight was the exact number of men in weps, to where he was headed. Why did it say twenty nine? He was almost at weps and would find out soon enough.

As he approached weps, the door opened and out walked his buddy Bull, naked and stinking. “Bull, what are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you naked?” Bull ignored the XO and continued on his way. Steve ran back to Bull and put his hands on his chest. “Whoa there buddy. Let’s just stop all of this. Tell me what is going on.”

Bull replied staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging his buddy. “Proceed to Processing Center.” Bull pressed against the XO and made some headway. The men behind Bull began to push against him with their arms giving him the added leverage to get Steve out of the way. Steve could not resist all twenty nine men and got out of the way with his back up against the hallway wall. One by one, each man passed Steve, blankly staring forward, a few mumbling, “Proceed to Processing Center.” As Steve was pressed against the wall, the vibrations intensified within his spine. He felt weak again listening to the voice.

YOU WILL BECOME. YOU WILL OBEY. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. YOU WILL OBEY.

Steve started to listen to the voice as he felt the energy concentrate around his asshole. “Yes. Become. Obey” he thought as he started to rub his cock. Suddenly he came out of his trance as the voice within reported:

134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 34.

“Thirty four? It had just said 29, right” he thought confusingly to himself. “That’s a difference of five.” Five!!?? I just left five men in sonar who were stroking their cocks when I left. Could that be what is going on? You stroke your cock and become some mindless drone to this voice?”

“Weps!” Steve ran down the hall to the entrance to weps. Not a soul was there. They had all followed Bull out to the wherever they were going. Steve found it hard to think but he knew he needed men in weps in case of hostilities. He headed to the sleeping berths to get the second shift crew down into weps. Hopefully they were sleeping and not affected by this weird scenario.

As Steve made his way to the sleeping berth, the voice in the vibrations continued.

“BECOME. OBEY. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. BECOME. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 43.”

“Forty three”? thought Steve, “the last count was 34, now we are up to 43. That’s a difference of nine. Nine? Each sleeping berth holds nine men. Shit. I better get there fast.” Steve started to run down to the sleeping berths. The voice changed the number again.

134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 52.

“Fifty two? That is another nine. Fuck! I’ve got to get there quick

As Steve rushed to the sleeping berths, he passed the chow hall. Bull and all the guys from weps were standing against the walls, but it looked harmless enough for what was going on so he continued his journey making a mental note to return. After he passed the chow hall he saw the men whom he had left in sonar, coming his way, all naked, slobbered with dried cum over the hair on their stomachs and chest.

“Where are you men going? Get back to your stations immediately!!” Each man ignored him and continued to walk towards the chow hall. “Get back to your stations now! That is an order.”

“BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 60.”

“Become. Obey. Release my seed. Become” thought the XO. The constant defense of his mind was wearing on him. “It would be so easy to just let go and become, release my seed. Eight others have become. It is a matter of time before I become. The onslaught is relentless”

But the XO’s love for his men and ship helped suppress those thoughts away. He finally arrived to the deck where the sleeping berths were. A line of naked men, all dazed and proceeding forward one by one in perfect unison made their way towards Steve. He did nothing this time, except move himself out of the way, this time making sure not to touch any wall or part of the ship. As the men passed he asked, “Where are you going? I need men in weps now!” He knew what the answer was going to be and it was confirmed as each one said in unison. “Proceed to Processing Center.”

The voice was a constant onslaught in Steve’s mind. The only thoughts he was having now was to Become. To Release His Seed. To Obey. If he did the fight would be over. He would become a slave and just obey. Become.

He arrived at the first sleeping berth. The berths each had a curtain which was pulled over to the side. It was a U Shaped cubby of nine beds. Three stacked to the left, three stacked in the back, and three stacked on the right. All the beds were empty. The XO could see cum on the floor and it stank like a locker room after a sweaty wrestling match. The smell of sweat and cum filled his nostrils as the voice bombarded his mind.

“BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 72.”

Steve could not think clearly anymore. He knew the number went up and part of him was actually glad to hear the number go up. More men have become. They have obeyed. They have released their seed and become. “My cock feels so damn good, I should release my seed and obey.”

But the XO continued to the next sleeping berth. Same scenario…empty bed with the acrid odor of cum and sweat. Men. He began to think how great it is to be on a submarine with only men. The smell we create and joke about, every sub has its own smell. But it was true. Deep in his sub conscious he liked the smell. It made him feel at home. Part of his submarine family. All men living as one unit, one function, one purpose.

The voice in his head continued but was almost being overridden by his own thought of being one with his men. Releasing his seed with them and becoming. Becoming one. Obeying.

He staggered onto the next sleeping berth but this time the curtain was closed. He pushed it aside and all nine men were standing shoulder to shoulder in the small cramped U shaped quarters stroking their cocks. Some had their underwear down to their feet. Others had no underwear at all. All standing forward stroking their cocks steadily. “I will become. I will release my seed. I will obey “said the second submariner on Steve’s left as he lifted his other arm. Another sailor in the back repeated and also lifted his arm. Steve took a step into the sleeping berth.

The smell of man as each one lifted his arm was too much for Steve to resist. He leaned against the bedding platform pressing his ass onto the metal. Each man was doing the same in the U shaped formation they were in. Steve unbuttoned his uniform and belt and let it fall to his feet. He began to stoke his cock furiously almost as if to catch up with the men.

Suddenly the two sailors who droned “I will release my cum” shot out huge loads of cum. It sprayed almost the entire berth hitting almost every man stroking his meat. The caustic, sharp smell filled the area. The two men who had released, smeared cum over their hands lifting it to the noses of their buddies as they aimed their pits towards their faces.

The smell was filling the head of the XO. The vibration in his ass had moved onto his prostate and up his shaft. He had never felt pleasure like this before when pleasing himself. His thoughts momentarily went to seducing some woman on shore leave, but was quickly corrected by the voice in his head.

YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW. BECOME. RELEASE YOUR SEED. OBEY. BECOME.

Steve’s thought immediately switched to his two best buddies, Bull and Jonah, the three of them alone in a hunting cabin, hanging out naked by a fireplace, sucking cocks, licking each others pits, caressing each other balls in their mouths and savoring the taste of each other’s hole. Steve could take it no more and with a moan, the XO droned out, “I obey. I will release my seed and become.”

Steve shot the biggest load of his life. All over the men in front of him and a few globs on himself and the man next to him. The XO picked up some cum onto his fingers and like a fatherly figure to his men, allowed them to sniff in his cum and pits as they Obeyed and Became.

All men stood there silent after emptying their balls. Their brains had been reprogrammed to obey and it took a minute or two to initiate their new obedience patterns. The voice continued in each man’s head, “YOU HAVE BECOME. YOU ARE MAN. YOU ARE SLAVE. YOU WILL OBEY.”

The XO, along with the other men repeated audibly, robotically, in unison, “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

The voice continued in their minds, “YOU ARE ONE. YOU WILL OBEY. YOU HAVE BECOME.

The men again repeated in the same manner, “WE ARE ONE. WE OBEY. WE HAVE BECOME.”

Right after that, the voice issued their first order. “PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.”

Each man left the sleeping berth and took a left. One by one they made their way to the chow hall. As they walked, the voice continued:

“BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 81.”


The two pukes were in the chow hall with manuals spread out across the table. In order to get their “Dolphins” and lose their “puke” status, they needed to pass their training and there was a lot to learn. They had been training for quite some time and both pukes were suspect that this mission would be the one where they could finally lose that damn reference. Dolphins were always issued with a secret initiation by the crew and with each day the pukes were anticipating that today could be the day. When the vibrations started, they had seen Bull dart out of his seat and head out of the chow hall. Both pukes wondered if the vibrations, the voice they kept hearing about Becoming, Obeying and Releasing Their Seed were all part of an elaborate set up right before their initiation. But as time went on, the constant vibrations and the commands to BECOME made them think something might be wrong. But if it were wrong, it sure was a weird wrong.

They had received no orders and being pukes, really had no initiative to do anything on their own if this were indeed a crisis. Before the vibrations and voice occurred, The Chief of the Boat had given them orders to study so they continued following that order. However, with their brains under assault and their dicks getting hard and horny from the vibrations under their seats, studying had become near impossible. They simply sat there now, looking forward while rubbing their cocks under their uniform. One puke nudged the other on his arm and pointed to the door. Into the chow hall walked Bull, the Chief of The Boat, buck naked followed by twenty five to thirty other men all naked. As Bull entered the chow hall, the pukes were several tables down to his right, but Bull walked to his left as did all the other naked men. “This must be it bud” said one puke to the other, “we’re finally going to get our Dolphins.”

The voice and vibrations continued. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. YOU WILL BECOME. YOU WILL OBEY. ALL MEN WILL BE SLAVES. ALL MEN WILL OBEY. YOU WILL BECOME. RELEASE YOUR SEED AND BECOME. The pukes were convinced that this was all part of the initiation. The excitement in their pants was now becoming part of their hearts. They could not wait to see how the initiation would play out.

Bull walked down with the other men who were in weps and faced the far wall from the pukes. The wall did not accommodate them all, so there were men standing behind others as they all faced the wall. The pukes could not see anything but the backs and bare asses of the men on the other side of the chow hall.

As Bull and the men faced the wall, the voice inside their heads addressed them all. YOU WILL NOW BE PROCESSED. YOUR MINDS AND BODIES. YOU WILL OBEY FOREVER.

Each man repeated in unison, “We will obey forever.”

The pukes found it hard not to laugh, but this initiation scene was intense and they began to think it may not be as celebratory as they had thought. As each naked slave faced the wall, the wall melted into a putty like substance right where each man’s cock was, a circle of soft substance about six inches in diameter. The voice instructed each man, “INSERT YOURSELF INTO THE WALL. BEGIN YOUR PROCESSING.”

Bull took a step forward towards the hole in the wall and his dick once again instantly became huge and hard. If Bull and the other slaves were able to notice, they would have seen their cocks had grown in both length and girth. Not to an overwhelming, unnatural size, but a set that any man would long to have, heavy and thick. He rammed his cock into the hole and the substance immediately enveloped his cock. Each man facing the wall did the same at the exact same time as Bull.

“REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THE WALL” instructed the voice to each new slave. Bull and each slave removed their cocks from the wall and took a step backwards. Standing blankly and rigid, each man waited for his next order. As they waited, an exact replica of their cock appeared out of the wall where their cocks had been. The cocks were made of a substance no man would have been able to identify. It was silvery and wet, almost like living chrome as the substance moved within itself.

“TURN NOW SLAVES AND LOWER YOURSELF ONTO YOUR MEMBER. YOU WILL BE PROCESSED.”

Bull and the other slaves all turned upon command and rested their assholes against their cock replica. “RELAX YOUR HOLES AND TAKE IN YOUR MEMBER” instructed the voice. Each slave paused for a moment, mentally acknowledging the command and relaxing their holes. Again, as one, they lowered themselves onto their cock replica and remained still.

When Bull and the other slaves became slaves in weps, their wills were suppressed as well as any resistance. They could do nothing but obey. Nevertheless, inside they were still the men they were. Their memories were intact. Their intelligence and knowledge were still present. Their bodies were that of human males with their own unique DNA. The Processing however, would change all that.

Bull felt the vibration move from his hole upward into his body. It was slow and intense. He knew who he was. He was Bull, Chief of the Boat, handsome, virile, muscular and a leader. He had become a slave to the voice. There was no option, only obedience, but he was still Bull.

As the vibration moved from his ass to his cock, his cock started to change. It grew in length and in girth. Powerful, with veins pushing out against the skin, it grew to a rock hard erection of nine inches. The head became a distinct mushroom flaring out in all directions, topping his massive cock like a royal crown. Bull could feel his balls get heavier as they grew to the size of small lemons, his sack hanging lower, stretching downwards from the weight. His balls would be able to make far larger quantities of cum than ever before.

The hormones made by his balls altered, leading to exaggerated secondary male characteristics. The hair on his cock and balls became thicker, darker and heavier. The thinner patches of his beard became full creating an impenetrable mat on his face. His jaw line thickened as did the bones in his head and throughout his body. The hair from his armpits began to jut out from under his arms: dark, forceful and pungent.

As the vibration moved throughout his body, his already solid muscles transformed as hard as granite. And each sweat gland grew in both size and production, altering the scent of the slave and increasing the potency of his scent.

When the vibration reached his mind, Bull was defenseless against the onslaught despite the physical beast he was becoming. His mind vibrated against his skull. He tried to hold onto his thoughts, but as each thought appeared, the vibration tore it apart and destroyed it. Bull tried desperately to hold onto every memory and thought. But as his determination increased, so did the vibration within his skull. Every memory was wiped out one by one. Every bit of knowledge eradicated. His friends, his relationships, his family, his naval career, his hobbies, his fears, his desires, one by one, erased, erased, erased.

The vibrations were accomplishing their mission flawlessly, moving throughout Bull and the other slaves, transforming them into mindless, hyper masculine beasts. As Bull and the other slaves stood there, still resting on the replica of their own cocks, mindless and without thought or initiative, the voice began to implant their new mission.

ALL MEN MUST BE PROCESSED. YOU WILL ACQUIRE MEN TO BE PROCESSED. THEY WILL BE DRAWN TO YOUR BODIES, THE POWER, THE STRENGTH, THE VIRILITY. THE PHEROMONES AND HORMONES IN YOUR BODY WILL HAVE THEM SUBMIT TO YOUR WORDS. THEY WILL BECOME. THEY WILL OBEY. THEY WILL RELEASE THEIR SEED. THEY WILL BE PROCESSED. INITIATE.

Each slave leaned forward and released himself from his processing cock. Bull had come full circle. Only minutes ago he left the spot where he first heard the vibration, as a leader of men, now an obedient slave sent out to enslave other men to mindless eternity.

As each slave stepped away from the wall, the wall once again produced the putty like substance in which the cock replica sank into and disappeared. The slave behind each man who had just been processed, stepped forward with an instant erection and rammed his dick into the substance. The process began again. As Bull moved passed the other slaves about to be processed, he saw the two pukes in front of him on the other side of the chow hall. With his permanent erection and newly acquired seduction powers, he approached the pukes.

At this point, the pukes were confused and amused. Still thinking it part of their initiation, they awaited the arrival of Bull as he approached them from the wall. Other slaves followed Bull while others left the chow hall.

Bull stood over the pukes with his cock erect just inches from the face of one puke. “You will stand” ordered Bull, “up against the wall.” Both pukes stood still believing this to be part of their initiation despite the kinkiness and the weird homo eroticism of it all. Yet with the constant vibration and the voice inside their heads it was not easy to question or defy any command, especially from a commanding officer. Bull stood before them, their backs against the wall. “You will become.” One puke answered loud and quickly, “Sir Yes Sir! Become what Sir?” Both pukes expected at this point the Dolphin insignias to be presented so they could become non pukes. “You will become. Release your seed. Obey.”

The pukes were confused. More naked men with large limp cocks were filing naked one by one into the chow hall while others left the wall with fully erect cocks. No one spoke. No one gave eye contact. All they heard in their heads was “BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 102.” The first puke thought that once the full count of present company on the sub was reached, minus two, is when they would receive their Dolphins. In the meantime, more men would come in and witness their initiation. It would end with present slave count 134. Bull must be there as the leader of the initiation. Both men were against the wall with re-emerging erections. One puke unconsciously reached for his cock and gave it a quick up and down stroke and squeeze. The vibration and voice inside their head was still constant as Bull stood right in front of both of them and lifted his arms.

Both men swooned, faltering a bit on their feet. “You will become. Release your seed. Obey” instructed slave Bull. Each man reached for his cock with one hand and started to unbutton their uniforms with the other. “BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED” was all they could hear in their minds as they closed their eyes and began to vigorously stroke their cocks, wanting so bad to blow their loads. One last thought in both their minds was once they shot their loads, they were no longer pukes. Kinky but who’s to say? Both men were now lost in their jerk off fantasy desperately hoping to release their seed soon. The voice inside their heads instructed, “YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW. RELEASE YOUR SEED. OBEY.”

Each puke suddenly opened his eyes to see Bull and each slave, masculine, hairy and muscular standing before them with solid erect cocks and large balls hanging from a sack straining from the weight. Bull took both his hands and rubbed them throughout his cock fur. The scent of cum and man was strong in his cock fur. Bull held each hand up under the noses of the two pukes. Each man breathed in and groaned, accelerating their stroking thinking only of the gorgeous masculine men in front of them. “Oh yes” they thought, “Become. Release and Obey. Join these men, naked and obedient. No more puke.” Bull then rubbed his hands on the thick oily hair in his armpits. Each slave around him did the same. One by one they held their hands up to the pukes’ noses until the pukes could not hold back anymore. Almost instantaneously, each puke shot his load, globs and ropes of cum after cum, hitting the slaves in front of them.

After they had emptied their balls completely, they stood at peace against the wall, staring forward, now immune to the vibration in their heads. “YOU HAVE BECOME. YOU ARE MAN. YOU ARE SLAVE. YOU WILL OBEY.”

Both former pukes repeated audibly, monotonely, in unison, “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

The voice continued in their minds, “YOU ARE ONE. YOU WILL OBEY. YOU HAVE BECOME.

The men again repeated in the same manner, “WE ARE ONE. WE OBEY. WE HAVE BECOME.”

Bull, following orders only he could hear, wiped the cum from the pukes cocks and bellies along with the cum on himself onto his hands. He held each hand before the former puke as they leaned forward and licked every last bit of cum from his hands.

While licking, the voice issued their first order. “PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.”

The two slaves began to move forward to the opposite wall. Once they arrived, they stood behind the XO and the other men from the sleeping berth who were waiting behind other slaves to be processed.

The Voice continued, “BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 104.”


The men on board who had the least time with the other men in the submarine were the last to resist. Like the pukes, they had not yet developed the deep sense of brotherhood and camaraderie that the other men had from long missions together. They were able to go farther in their resistance unlike men like Bull and Steve. However, one by one, each man succumbed to the voice. They became and sealed their fates forever in the Processing Center.

As more men throughout the ship submitted to the voice and proceeded to the Processing Center, the slave count announced throughout the sub increased. The Skipper had never left the Command Center throughout the ordeal as he trusted Bull, Steve, his officers and crew to deal with the problem. Being blind in the Command Center was not comfortable, but as Skipper he believed his place was there until the emergency passed. He trusted his crew.

At this point however, things began to fall apart in the Command Center. The men being with the Skipper were able to resist only in fidelity to their Skipper. But now the Skipper was beginning to think erratically and unable to command his men to their fullest. The latest slave count made him even more uneasy.

“BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 116.”

The Skipper was unable to do the math at this point, but he knew the count was approaching the full roster of the sub and increasing, not decreasing. All he could do was resist, although the thought of blowing his load with other men was a continually strengthening desire. Suddenly three of his men sitting at their stations stood up and said, “I will become” as they began to unbutton their jumpsuits while rubbing their cocks.

The Skipper was slow to respond as were the other men in the Command Center, giving the three men undressing the time needed to become fully naked. By the time the Skipper realized what was happening, he ordered the men around the three to restrain them.

As the other men approached the three who were ready to become, the three men lifted their arms and robotically said, “You will become.”

The Skipper looked on as the five men headed towards the three stopped. They leaned against the stations and walls in the command center and began to rub their cocks while they leaned further onto their asses. Within a minute they began to unbutton their uniforms. “We will become.” The Captain now had eight naked men in the Command Center stroking their cocks and lifting their arms.

The door to the Command Center leading to the rest of the submarine opened and in stepped Bull and Steve, naked with huge erections with dripping precum. Their strong, musky, pheromonal scent filling the Command Center.

Slave Bull scanned the Command Center quickly and received the message that these were the last to become. The eight men stroking their cocks blew their loads once the scent of the two new slaves hit their nostrils, filling the Command Center with the acrid smell of their cum. They then turned towards Slave Bull and Slave Steve monotonely saying, ““WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

Slave Bull and Slave Steve moved away from the door as the eight men approached them. “YES MASTER. WE HEAR AND WE OBEY. PROCEEDING TO THE PROCESSING CENTER” each one said as they moved towards and out the door of the Command Center.

“BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 124” announced the Voice with the new count update.

Bull then addressed the remaining men in the Command Center, “YOU WILL BECOME. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. ALL MEN WILL BECOME.” All of them were staring blankly now breathing in the smell of the cum left by their eight former comrades, leaning their assholes deep into their chairs to enjoy the vibration fuck. One by one they stood up and began to unbutton their uniforms announcing, “I will become.” Bull bellowed, “YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW.”

One by one the nine remaining men shot their loads, thinking of muscular, hairy, men and the things they would like to do with their cocks and balls and hot asses. Once one came, he raised his cum drenched hand to the nose of the man next to him. Within seconds, all nine men had blown their loads adding to the caustic smell of cum filling the Command Center. “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

They all started to move towards the door past Slave Bull and Slave Steve repeating in unison, “YES MASTER. WE HEAR AND WE OBEY. PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER.” Slave Bull and Slave Steve reached out towards the new slaves as they passed scooping some cum onto their hands.

With only the Skipper and his former two best buds in the Command Center, the voice announced, “BECOME. OBEY. RELEASE YOUR SEED. THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. 134 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 133.”

Slave Bull looked at the Skipper and said with no emotion or familiarity, “YOU WILL BECOME.”

The Skipper was doing his best to resist but the Command Center was now filled with the scent of cum, sweat and man. “Become what?” asked the Skipper. “What is happening to us? What are we becoming?”

Slave Steve stared at the Skipper also with no emotion or familiarity, “YOU WILL BECOME. YOU CANNOT RESIST. RELEASE YOUR SEED.”

With that said, both slaves moved towards the Skipper one on each side. The Skipper leaned against the raised platform from which he commanded and felt the vibration work against his hole. He leaned in further as the vibration waves moved up to his prostate, through his cock and up his entire body. The Skipper’s fight was over. He did not look for escape, he did not move. He waited for his two former friends to approach him.

“YOU WILL BECOME. YOU CANNOT RESIST. RELEASE YOUR SEED” they both said in unison as they lifted their arms and put their hands under the Skipper’s nose. The Skipper was rubbing his cock underneath his uniform as he started to unbutton it. The uniform fell to the floor as the Skipper took a step forward out of the fallen clothes standing naked and hard with his two former best friends.

“I WILL BECOME” said the Skipper as he began to vigorously stroke his cock. Slave Bull and Slave Steve raised their hands towards the Skipper’s face as he inhaled deeply. “YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW” said the two slaves together.

The Skipper continued to stroke his cock as he repeated, “MY THOUGHTS ARE ONLY OF MEN NOW.”

Scenes flooded the Skipper’s mind of men throughout his submarine taking part in all kinds of sex acts. Men with men sucking cocks, fucking and eating each other’s holes, kissing, licking pits, all over the submarine, his former crew now engaged in relentless man to man sex, filling the submarine with a powerful scent never before experienced by men.

At that the Skipper joined his men and crew and with a huge moan bellowed, “I WILL BECOME” as he blew his load all over his two former buddies. Slave Bull and Slave Steve, wiped the cum with several fingers. Each one fed their fingers to the Skipper who readily licked and sucked the cum. The Skipper than lifted his cum drenched hand and fed his fingers to both Slave Steve and Slave Bull.

After the cum was devoured, all three slaves chanted in unison, “WE HAVE BECOME. WE ARE MEN. WE ARE SLAVES. WE WILL OBEY.”

The Skipper then added, “PROCEED TO THE PROCESSING CENTER. YES MASTER. I HEAR AND I OBEY” and with that, Jonah Walsh, the Skipper of the USS Scorpion, the ruddy, built, Irish Alpha male, man amongst men, began his walk to the Processing Center where he would be made forever a slave, obedient and compliant, with all his thoughts, memories, desires and emotions forever erased knowing nothing but commands and obedience.


The next few days, every man of the crew spent his time naked and sweating while they all engaged in continual sex. The submarine had a destination and their new Master would mentally instruct certain slaves to follow through on some of their navigation duties. Other than that, every man on the submarine was naked, sweaty and filthy going from man to man in a non-stop sucking and fucking orgy.

The scent on the sub intensified as each man blew loads and sweated in the heat. The scent on the sub was an overpowering force keeping each man horned and hard. Their new pheromones and muscles created scents never created by men before. They were stronger, powerful, irresistible. No man could resist this scent. Slave Skipper was on all fours on his bed with slave Bull and slave Steve finishing another round of pissing on their former skipper. After drenching him in their piss, slave Bull and slave Steve lowered themselves down to slave Skipper’s hole. It was drenched in piss and by this time, all slaves had developed a strong attraction to the smell and taste of piss and cum. Slave Bull lunged his tongue into slave Skipper’s hole to savor his hole mixed with their piss. Slave Steve stayed right beside slave Bull. As each man took turns savoring slave Skipper’s hole, slave Skipper reached down and plunged his fingers up his hole. As he took them out, slave Bull and slave Steve put each finger in their mouths and basked in the rich taste of their former buddy’s deep hole.

Slave Skipper then stood saying, “Understood Master.” Their new Master had instructed slave Skipper to build storage units to contain the scents of the submarine. Slave Bull and slave Steve also stood and repeated “Understood Master” as they received the same orders.

Throughout the submarine, all the man stopped having the raunchy, wild sex they were engaged in and started to build containment units as per their instructions. Each containment unit allowed air in through a porous material set aside on the ship in case of any radioactive material released by accident. The air was trapped in the containment unit. They were also instructed to add a small funnel piece on the top of the unit filtered at the bottom with the porous material.

Once every man had built his containment unit, the raunchy sex resumed. As the sweat poured and the cum flew, small amounts of the bodily fluids were placed into the funnel that flowed down into the containment unit. The men were ordered to use fluids that were the most infused with manly scents. The most common became the cum dripping out of another slave’s hole after a furious fuck. The slave would lick the cum from the dripping hole, and mixed with sweat and spit, the fluid would be released into the containment unit via the funnel part. Meanwhile the containment units absorbed all the hot sweaty pungent acrid scents from the slaves.

A rumble moved throughout the submarine as it stopped motion and berthed somewhere. The submarine had been navigated deep into the mid Atlantic Ridge and berthed under a cliff with the top hatch opening into a dry, ambient temperature room.

“ALL SLAVES WILL EXIT THE SUBMARINE THROUGH THE TOP HATCH. EACH SLAVE WILL BRING HIS CONTAINMENT UNIT WITH HIM.”

One by one each slave lined up to exit the submarine. One after the other, they climbed the ladder and exited the sub. They entered into a huge room, somewhat like what an airplane hanger, although hundreds of feet below the surface of the ocean.

Each man continued to walk following the directions mentally instructed to them. After every man had exited, and followed his directions and ordered to stop, each slave stood before what appeared to be a metallic, framed mirror with no reflection.

The voice resounded throughout the room. ALL MEN MUST BE PROCESSED. YOU WILL ACQUIRE MEN TO BE PROCESSED. THEY WILL BE DRAWN TO YOUR BODIES, THE POWER, THE STRENGTH, THE VIRILITY. THE PHEROMONES AND HORMONES IN YOUR BODY WILL HAVE THEM SUBMIT TO YOUR WORDS. THEY WILL BECOME. THEY WILL OBEY. THEY WILL RELEASE THEIR SEED. THEY WILL BE PROCESSED. INITIATE.

With that order, the material within the metal framed liquefied and each slave had a scene of men before them.

Slave Skipper was looking at a Marine Boot Camp with the drill sergeant yelling at a platoon of grunts.

Slave Steve was looking at a police barracks where the men had just finished a shift and were undressing and showering in the locker room.

Slave Bull was looking at a muscular wrestling coach demonstrating moves to about 15 wrestlers in a gym all dressed in tight fitting singlets.

Each one of the 134 slaves had an all male scene before them. One of the former pukes was looking at what appeared to be a western ranch with about ten cowboys, in tight demin jeans and rawhide chaps, standing around watching a new horse being broken in.

The containment units began to vibrate with the same vibration that hit the submarine just a few short days ago. The voice repeated, ALL MEN MUST BE PROCESSED. YOU WILL ACQUIRE MEN TO BE PROCESSED. THEY WILL BE DRAWN TO YOUR BODIES, THE POWER, THE STRENGTH, THE VIRILITY. THE PHEROMONES AND HORMONES IN YOUR BODY WILL HAVE THEM SUBMIT TO YOUR WORDS. THEY WILL BECOME. THEY WILL OBEY. THEY WILL RELEASE THEIR SEED. THEY WILL BE PROCESSED. INITIATE

The slaves began to move forward. Each slave moved up to the liquefied frame and disappeared into it with their containment unit vibrating. The room was now empty except for 134 metal frames that looked like mirrors with no reflection.

All that could be heard was the voice announcing, 3,469,392,862 WILL BE SLAVES. ALL MEN WILL OBEY. PRESENT SLAVE COUNT 134

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