Author’s note: So the magnificent Ms. Gutierrez over at puppygirlsnplaythings has gra

Author’s note: So the magnificent Ms. Gutierrez over at puppygirlsnplaythings has granted me permission to write a story that resides in her (fantastic) universe. I’ve loved her work for a long time and couldn’t have been more thrilled to partake in this project. I can’t imagine any of you who follow me aren’t already following her, but if you aren’t, smarten up and go check out her tumblr! Also, I know this is lengthy, but it’s good, I promise! :)

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Ben’s hard work and good fortune was about to pay massive dividends. It had only been a few months ago when Vice President Gutierrez had commissioned him with infiltrating and subverting She-Wolf’s newest task force, FOXHOUND.

At the time, Ben knew that he was not being rewarded with this assignment. FOXHOUND was a stealth branch of She-Wolf that specialized in black ops. While most of the organization focused on outspoken rallies, marches, and TV appearances, FOXHOUND was hitting Hundehersteller Industries behind the scenes, bombing labs, stealing secrets, and abducting lead researchers. They had been incredibly effective and Ben figured that the VP was hoping that he would fail, only so that she would be able to justifiably fire him.

Instead, Ben had turned chicken shit into chicken salad. He hand picked his own group of agents and got to work immediately. In a short period of time, he discovered that FOXHOUND was only a five-member unit of expertly trained women. They were highly skilled and masterfully efficient. Ben had even heard rumors that they had reverse-engineered some of Hundehersteller’s nanite packages, with the outcome of turning hapless fuckmutts back into their “intelligent” female selves Their bond went beyond a sisterhood; it was as though they were one single breathing individual. 

Ben knew he was up against a brick wall, Maria wanted him fired, he knew that, and after two months of hunting FOXHOUND unsuccessfully, he was certain she would get her wish. However, one of his greatest disappointments ended up becoming his most incredible achievement.

He was drowning his sorrows at a bar late at night. Earlier in the day, FOXHOUND had bombed one of Hundehersteller’s research facilities. Ben had been fortunate, as he had visited the lab only two hours before its destruction, but it was still another significant blow dealt to him by his adversaries. As he drank his grief, two gleeful women entered the bar and Ben had to cover his face to hide his shock, for he recognized them both as FOXHOUND agents, Felicia and Miranda. They were in too much of a celebratory mood to identify him, and it was complete luck that he happened to be carrying overdosed sleeping pills in his pocket. He managed to slip one into each of the women’s daiquiris while they visited the restroom, and within minutes of their return, they both groggily exited the establishment, yawning and mumbling about needing their beauty rest.

From there it was a clockwork snatch and grab. Ben hurriedly contacted his task force with orders to pick up the two disoriented ladies, and within the hour, they were both strapped tightly into interrogation chairs at his headquarters.

It had been an incredible stroke of luck for Ben, even more so when he found out that Felicia and Miranda were the newest and most naive members of FOXHOUND. He hardly had to exercise any strenuous interrogation methods on them before they started giving up everything they had on their fellow FOXHOUND compatriots.

Ben finally had received the break he needed and was about to turn the pair of She-Wolf renegades into mindless mutts when he paused, returned to his office, and opened a locked safe near his desk. In the months that he’d been chasing his prey, he had developed his own nanite package. It was a derivative of Bimbomaxx, only instead of the full physical augmentation and brain cleansing, this injection would only modify the subject’s physical appearance and mental capability mildly. Its main purpose was to alter the brain in such a way that the victim would be fully compliant while maintaining most of the knowledge it had gathered throughout its life. Ben had dubbed it “Servantine,” and thought it would be perfect for someone in need of an obedient slave that was still able to function at high levels.

The light bulb then went off in Ben’s mind. Hundehersteller had lacked a truly elite squad of operatives since its inception. Perhaps now was the time to…recruit, a couple of initial members, ones that would be fully compliant and receptive to all of Ben’s commands.

Baby blue serum filled with experimental nanites coursed through Felicia and Miranda’s bloodstreams. Subtle changes in their physique twisted and turned while their eyes dulled as many of their memories faded away…

Fifi and Miri were now Ben’s most trusted operatives. He’d kept them under strict watch for two weeks, wanting to make sure the nanites had actually worked; being fooled by a clever FOXHOUND trick was not an option at this point. He needn’t have worried however, the two newly converted women had eagerly taken every cock offered to them in their asses, pussies, and mouths, then begged for more. In addition, Ben had been poring through their memories daily for every bit of information on FOXHOUND that they had. They mechanically laid out the methods in which the special unit operated and different safehouses that had been used in the past. The bimbo agents then thanked Ben for allowing them to serve him before sinking to their knees and opening their mouths; sucking the men’s cocks to boost morale had become a daily task for them.

Once Ben felt confident that he had truly conquered two of She-Wolf’s finest, he decided it was time to put the remaining part of his plan in action, subduing and subjugating the entirety of FOXHOUND.

Lois had been almost too easy. It must have not occurred to her that Hundehersteller would ever come after her because she took almost no care in hiding where she came and went. Fifi and Miri were vaguely familiar with her schedule, and they took turns worshiping Ben’s manhood as they guided him to a an art gallery that she frequented. Under the guise of their former selves, the two bimbos lured Lois to Ben’s van and quickly overpowered her. Once back at his base, he rewarded his servants by letting them interrogate Lois on their own.

Ben watched while Lois shrieked in horror at the sight and behavior of her two former colleagues and friends. She sobbed, watching the pair suck and fuck a seemingly endless number of Ben’s underlings, until finally, she begged it to end. Anything, she had sputtered through tears, anything to make it stop.

Of course, Ben had obliged her, and after his brilliant Servatine serum ran its course, he had acquired the third piece of his team, Lolli.

Ben grinned as he observed his newest acquisition squeal with glee as she was gangbanged by a few of his most trusted lieutenants. This was going better than he could have ever imagined, and even more thrilling was that he’d captured three FOXHOUND agents already, there were only two left to oppose him. He finally felt like he had the upper hand in the chess match between them.

Capturing Bethany was infinitely more challenging than catching the first three women. By this time, FOXHOUND knew something was up and were being extremely cautious with their movements and communications. Luckily for Ben, his threes newest worker bees were able to piece together locations for Bethany’s favorite running trails. The information wasn’t much, but it was more than anyone else at Hundehersteller Industries had ever acquired on FOXHOUND’s second in command.

It took a couple weeks of patiently waiting in vans, hoping for a female figure to come jogging around a corner, until they finally hit paydirt. At 4am on a Tuesday (Bethany had taken to running at odd hours due to increased suspicion), Hundehersteller finally captured the right hand woman of operation FOXHOUND.

Bethany was a bit of a tough nut to crack. She tolerated pain very well and wasn’t at all intimidated by the three playthings Ben had created out of her former team. She even spit on Miri’s face once when she’d ambled too close.

After a week, Ben relented, opting for a new strategy. He simply entered Bethany’s holding cell, and quietly explained that if she wasn’t going to be of any use to him, he would just turn her into a brainless bitch on the spot. 

“However,” he continued, “give us the location of Dana and a time that she’ll be there, and I promise you will never feel the leather of a collar being wrapped around your neck. Deliver us Dana, and you will escape the leash. You have my word, not as a Hundehersteller employee, but as a man of honor.”

Ben stuck out his hand and Bethany, with a defeated look in her eye, tentatively reached out to shake it.

An hour later her brain was being rearranged by the Servantine natines. I promised her no collars or leashes, and I’m keeping my end of the bargain. Bitsy can enjoy her life of servitude to me completely collar free, he thought as he smirked at his latest bimbo acquisition. If she was honestly stupid enough to trust me of all people, she really didn’t deserve free will in the first place. When he later made that point to Bitsy as he ravaged her from behind, she happily agreed and pointed out all the benefits of having someone else think and make all her choices for her.

Hunting down Dana, the leader of FOXHOUND, wasn’t about finding her, Ben’s new bimbosquad had pinned down her location exactly, it was about bringing her down. He knew that as the head of the force, she would be the most physically and mentally difficult to subdue. Ben decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to see how well his Servantine nanties worked. Theoretically, the four women should still have possessed all the skills they learned through their rigorous training in She-Wolf facilities. How ironic would it be when they used that training to bring down their own leader?

Ben listened through his earpiece in awe as his four girls crisply snapped orders and positions back and forth between themselves at lightning speed. Even though he was outside in his van, he could hear that Dana was hopelessly surprised and outmatched. His bimbosquad took her down in less than ten minutes.

As Dana sat in an interrogation chair with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth, Ben waxed poetically.

“Yes, it’s been a great chase that you ladies have led me on, but now surely you see, FOXHOUND is a group much better suited to serving Hundehersteller Industries than those She-Wolf whores.” Dana growled at him. “No? You disagree? Well, that’s why I’ve saved the best for last.”

Ben carefully picked up a syringe full of baby blue liquid that was dotted with pink and brown bubbles. Dana had been “aggressively questioned” for the past three weeks, and while she hadn’t broken completely, she had given up more information on She-Wolf and their operations than Hundehersteller had acquired in the past year. Now, it was finally time for Dana to see the light and discover all the benefits of being an employee at Hundehersteller Industries.

“You see Dana, this is the same formula that I injected your comrades with, except with a few minor tweaks,” Ben smiled wickedly as Dana’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Do you know how much you damage you fucking FOXHOUND cunts have done to us? Too much, and it deserves some measure of payback.” He walked up close to her and held the syringe inches from her face.

“As the leader of your little band of misfits, I’m holding you personally responsible Dana for all the trouble you’ve put me through.” He lightly held the point of the needle on her neck. “This version of my Servantine formula is going to render you a little dumber than the rest, Dana. It’s going to change you physically so you look like even more of an empty slutty bimbo than your friends.” Ben slowly plunged the needle into her neck and injected her with the nanites.

“And the best part Dana,” he looked right into her eyes, “is that this version of Servantine is going to force you to obey my every command, yet also leave your memories and feelings intact. You’ll be able to witness as you and your gal pals defile yourselves for our pleasure, as you help us bid good riddance to She-Wolf for good. You’ll want to stop, but your need to obey will always rule your actions.”

Ben gave her a quick peck on the forehead, “Just pretend you’re a modern day Pinocchio, sweetheart. You’ll be the puppet, and I’ll be pulling the strings.”

Dana’s eyes widened in horror, but they never went blank like the others’ did. She was still present as her body began to change, as she started to become filled an unquenchable desire to obey and serve Ben…

Ben typed away at his laptop, sending a progress report to Ms. Gutierrez. In it, he scheduled a conference call with all the Hundehersteller big-wigs for the next morning, saying that he had excellent news for them all. He could hardly wait to tell them that FOXHOUND as they knew it was no more, that the highly skilled unit was now property of Hundehersteller Industries.

He lifted his gaze from the screen, quite pleased with his work, he knew that a big promotion was in his immediate future.

“Oh ladies, come on in, it’s time to play!” Ben leaned back in his chair and took a long drag from his cigar. Five beautiful blonde sex dolls began crawling into the room, wearing very little to nothing at all. They all had looks of lust in their eyes, except for Dolly, their former leader; there was nothing but sadness in hers as she advanced to him on all fours.

As they drew closer, Ben quickly turned back to his computer and made a quick change to his email before shutting it down and pushing it away.

When the first of his new toys reached him, nuzzling his leg and undoing his slacks, Ben closed his eyes and relaxed.

That conference call could certainly wait for another week.