Cool air blew onto his face as the inspector drove through the bleak, sun scorched hellscape. Even with the protective coating on the windshield, the sun’s never ending assault right in his face was irritating. The inspector glanced at the thermometer. 126 C, below the lav-van’s max. With any luck, he’d make it to his destination before a solar flare drove the daylight side into the hundreds for days, if not weeks.

The radio dispatch hissed as it switched to the outlander’s satellite mode. Begrudgingly, he also switched the radio news off the local station with its limited area and to the vastly inferior satellite planetary news station. Inspector Gonzalez despised the surface level, tragedy focused nature of the planetary news station, but it couldn’t be helped. While Starsis only had a population in the few tens of millions, about 23.7 if memory served, creating a new program that covered all the twilight cities and the outlands let only the most sensational of stories make the waves. He didn’t have much of a choice out here.

Slight differences in the landscape made the lav-van ebb and flow as it maintained it’s exact 0.32 meter distance from the lifeless ground. The lav-van’s contents swayed and creaked in the main cabin as Gonzalez finally saw the tall sunshade.

His destination was a small abandoned mining town near the edge of the day-side outlands. Set up to mine some exotic ore, it had run dry some 15 years past. With no other reason to maintain the town, the inhabitants up and left for richer prospects taking anything of value with them. All that remained was the towering triangular sunshade that reflected most of the sun’s harsh rays back into space, the habi-dome and dock that maintained livable atmosphere and temperature, the dozen or so buildings to simulate life, and junk. At least, that’s what everyone thought.

The town was a days drive from the next and the remaining infrastructure could be used again if some other need arise. Recent satellite photos showed transponder free vehicles, a crime in and of itself, in the area. Inspector Gonzalez already knew what he would find.

Bandits loved such out of the way areas with free infrastructure to build their hideouts. The perfect place to slink back to after raiding a convoy or harassing some town. Gonzalez would have preferred to go in with a team, but manpower was short as it was. The bodies wouldn’t be spared for such a remote operation that would do nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Inspector Gonzalez made a wide curve around the habi-dome, utilizing the lav-van’s onboard sensors to search for any sign of life. There was none. This did not deter Gonzalez, they’d probably made their main base in the mine itself. He turned the lav-van and drove to the dock.

A docking door was open and Gonzalez backed the lav-van in, ready for a quick getaway. Carefully, he positioned his van inline to connect the van’s airlock door to the docks. Finally contact. Power rushed into the old mooring claps and the lav-van was locked into place. Gonzalez rose from the driver’s seat and moved towards the rear door.

Out of an abundance of muchly needed caution, he put on his Ranger Daylight Suit, RDS for short. The RDS was airtight, insulated, air conditioned, and armored at the cost of maneuverability. Still, if it came to a fire fight it could easily withstand a shot from a lazor-pistol and most lazor-rifles. Fully suited, he entered the lav-van’s cramped airlock.

Stepping into the main dome, it appeared as deserted as his sensors claimed. The RDS disagreed though. Life-support within the dome was operating. Someone was here. With his own lazor-pistol on his hip, Gonzalez steadied himself to go deeper.

He passed by a third building, sticking to the outskirts. No other sign of life came into view. Crossing to the fourth building, his foot made a peculiar step. Something was giving way as his foot continued down but it was too late for Gonzalez to react.

Multiple black tentacles erupted from the ground around him, twisting and turning as they reached away from Gonzalez before arcing up to surround him. An ingenious trap, it had billions of microscopic robots that worked in unison to trap it’s prey. Gonzalez institutionally reached for his lazor-pistol, but there was no time. The swarm of nanobots had changed course inward. The first tentacle hit his back before oozing across the RDS.

Gonzalez fired once, severing the connection on one tentacle, but another had already made contact contact with his arm. The nanobots worked in unison to stop what little movement the RDS allowed. Another tentacle reached his head, covering the helmet and blocking out all light. All he could do was feel his range of movement come to a stop as the nanobots completely engulfed him and he fell to the ground.

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Gonzalez felt the nanobots force his body into a rigid, flat position. Still consumed by darkness, he felt his body flip over before what little sensation of the outside world once again evaporated. Minutes felt like hours as he was forced to exist in the black void of the nanobots. Finally, a new sensation arrived; the nanobots on his skin.

Panic filled Inspector Gonzalez as the horrifying reality that the nanobots were eating through his RDS and clothes. Even with the restrictions of the RDS, he still couldn’t fight against the meticulous hive organization of the nanobots. They began crawling across his face as the last remnants of his gear dissipated into the nanobot swarm. With his gear and clothes gone, the swarm began to clear. Dripping off his body like a viscus liquid, the outside world began returning to Gonzalez.

He was in some sort of lab, laying on a cold metal slab. His arms and legs were tightly restrained as the bright, cool white light blinded him momentarily. The surprising cool of the room sent a shiver through his spine as goosebumps covered his limbs. Around him was a series of well used machines, their touchscreens covered in countless fingerprints and dust.

“Finally awake are we, Inspector Gonzalez.”

The voice came from above him. Quickly he contorted his head, attempting to get a look at his captor. “’Doctor’ Steele, what a surprise. I thought you were still in Nightland.”

“Oh, I was Inspector. That frigid prison of darkness and ice was my home for far too long. As fortune had it, the guards are quite gullible at that particular penitentiary.” Steele slowly paced around to Gonzalez’s feet as he continued his monologue. “After some work, I managed to convince a particularly suggestible one that he was in fact me and that I was the guard. Some cosmetic surgery, he even began to look like me now. I’m so fortune that their security missed my nanobots and their surgical potential. He gets to finish my 14 life sentence while I resume my plans.”

Gonzalez knew he had to keep the ‘doctor’ talking. His only hope was to run out the clock until his boss sent reinforcements to find out what happened. “You know the refineries in the twilight cities will never yield to you, ‘Doctor’ Steele. The people of this planet are far too roughly to submit to your despotic whims.”

“Ah, yes Inspector. That was my previous flaw. Underestimating the individuality, the free wills of the planet. Don’t worry yourself Inspector, I’ve devised away around that. And while I do appreciate your focus on honorifics, I no longer go by Doctor Steele, Inspector. I’m Master Steele now.”

Gonzalez was concerned by the implications being made, but he had to keep Steele monologue. Using the same condensation as before. “My apologies ‘Master’ Steele. I know your powers of persuasion can be effective on the borderline brain dead, but that’ll be nowhere near good enough to subjugate the entire planet, ‘Master’ Steele.”

Steele began moving towards Gonzalez’s head, ready to finish his monologue. “That’s where you’re wrong, Inspector. My new Brainilizor can make even the most willful fall in line. Care for a demonstration, Inspector?”

Before Gonzalez could respond, Steele pressed the touchscreen on the nearest machine. A light focused itself on Gonzalez’s forehead and warmed the skin in it’s illumination. Gonzalez tried bucking his head away, but the light followed. A tingling sensation began to form in his frontal cortex.

“Now then, Inspector, I’ll leave you to it. Do feel free to moan as much as you want. Previous subjects have described it as quite… pleasurable.” With that, Steele turned and left.

The twinge sank deeper into his head as the corner’s of Gonzalez’s mind began to feel its affect. Rattled, he focused all of his mental faculties on resisting Steele’s repulsive machine. Pushing his thought out to fill his entire mind, he thought of his fiance back home, the child they hoped to have, the pride his parent’s felt when he graduated the ranger academy. Anything to resist the never ending assault on his mind.

The contraction knew no concept of the fluctuations the human body utilized to maximize strength without irretrievably damaging tissue. It attacked with full intensity for as long as it received power. This assault claimed it’s first victory as a small corner of Gonzalez’s mind broke off.

He heard the machine chirp, in it’s lifeless robotic voice, “Two percent complete.”

Gonzalez could still feel the part of his succumbed mind. Rather than feeling empty, it felt… bliss. Another piece broke off. “Three percent complete.” Then another. “Five…” The bliss in his mind felt surprisingly good, almost carnal in nature. It’s infectious allure tempted Gonzalez to change tactics.

Under the infected logic of finding a stronger emotion, he remembered how his fiance’s small, soft breasts filled his hands. His cock began to engorge with blood. “Nine percent.” The way her large butt rested on his hips while riding him came next and his cock began to rise off his body in anticipation. “Fourteen…”

Gonzalez was loosing faster now, but it didn’t truly register to him. The carnal bliss influenced his thoughts towards the horny, making battle lines between him and the machine blurred, impossible to define. “Twenty.” Her moans as he’d bend her over to trust inside filled his ears. “Twenty seven.” His cock grew fully hard as he could feel her tight cunt around it. “Forty one.” The warmth of her skin radiated across his body as he pulled her tight for a hard thrust. “Sixty Six.” His balls began to rise as the need to cum approached, but he wasn’t satisfied yet and pulled back. “Eighty three.” Her own need filling her, she trusts back on his cock. “Ninety nine percent.”

The last fringes of Gonzalez’s mind wavered. All intelligence in his eyes had vanished into nothing. His mouth hung open, stuck in a lustful smile, as drool ran down his tongue. Resistance wavered, he lay there limply as the machine finalized the destruction of his old self. He couldn’t help but moan as his cock throbbed.

“One hundred percent. Brainilizor complete.” The machine then played a small chime of victory.

Steele returned at the chime. “Excellent, Inspector. My machine has finished it’s work on you. Tell me, how does it feel to have all of your memories, your personality and self, fully erased?” Gonzalez could only produce a soft moan at the all consuming bliss of emptiness. “I told you it was a pleasurable experience that no one could resist. Now that you’ve been broken down, its time to build you back up. But this time, you’ll be a perfect bandit enslaved to my will.” Steele pressed another button on the touchscreen.

A blue light focused on Gonzalez’s empty head. The empty void began to fill with rougher, more crude ideas than existed before. The edges filled with practical skills, how to drive a lav-van, how to shoot a lazor-pistol and rifle, basic machine repair, and so on. They were not as refined as Gonzalez previous skills with them, but it was more than enough to get by, even if it took up more space than before.

The next ring of ideas began to form. Cocks and men’s asses with a heavy mix of lust filled his mind. Thoughts of fucking asses, sucking cocks, and getting fucked constructed themselves in his mind. His cock began to throb once more and the crude ideas grew stronger the more territory they claimed. Gonzalez couldn’t help but moan as the blissful emptiness was replaces by even more pleasurable lust.

Finally, the last ring of new ideas began to form. It would take up just over half of his brain and be the core of his new identity. Unwavering loyalty to one man. Unquestionable obedience to a single individual. Near saintly worship of a single godly figure. Master Steele.

Gonzalez’s cock was on edge as these last ideas consumed more and more of the available real estate. He’d never felt pleasure on such a level, such true carnal joy at the obedience he now felt. His muscles strained for release as he was so close to orgasm.

Steele leaned in close as the machine announced it’s completion. “Bandit Gonzalez, do you want to cum?”

Through ragged breaths, Gonzalez spoke. “Y-yes, M-m-master.”

“Good. It’s so easy for you to cum. Do you know how?”

“W-what…must I do?”

“It’s simple. Proclaim your loyalty, Bandit.”

Thoughts of resistance didn’t exist in Gonzalez’s mind. “Y-yes Master. Loyalty for Master Steele! Obedience for Master Steele! Worship of Master Steele-oh fuck!” As the last words left Gonzalez mouth, cum began to shoot from his untouched cock. The ideas Steele’s machine planted in him cemented themselves as his true thoughts, his true self from now on. The orgasm was so intense that Gonzalez slipped into unconsciousness. When he awakes, he’ll be just another perfect butt fucking, crime spreading, subject enslaving bandit for Master Steele.