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The fox arched her back, her pert breasts poking up into the air, half from pleasure, half in an attempt to escape Sasha's tongue. "ahhh.... hhaaah... noooo, don do this, I don't like girls, I donoooOOHHH" Sasha made a hook with the finger currently up Vicky's tailpipe and nibbled on the fox's clit. "oh gods this isn't right stop please-"

Please? Gladly. Sasha stuffed her tongue into the fox's muff, dragging the slightly raspy surface back and forth across her g-spot. "-stop please stoppppahhhhhooooOOOOO!" Vicky came hard around Sasha's tongue, squeezing her tight, fox juices spilling out and covering the lynx's face. She pulled her finger out of Vicky's ass and removed the thin latex finger-glove, then gripped the base of the fox's tail, massaging it and guiding the fluffy red appendage off to the side to avoid a nasty pinch.

"That felt good, didn't it?" Sasha had planted the trigger phrase to work only if it was true, and the vixen's moaned affirmative was proof enough. Her seduction of Vicky was based completely around her psych profile. The vixen was bi, turned on by being helpless and apparently didn't know either, and Sasha would play them for all they were worth. Vicky's gaze was fixed on something far away as the pleasant afterglow of orgasm eroded her conscious mind.

"Karen makes you feel soo gooood." The lynx idly circled one of Vicky's nipples with a finger. "And the better Karen makes you feel, the more you trust her." Sasha hoisted herself up on the table, her legs straddling the bound vixen; she leaned forward until she was almost laying on top of her prisoner, their breasts a mere centimeter apart. "Open your eyes, Vicky, and look into mine."

Still dazed by the trigger phrase and the orgasm, the fox's mind was too clouded to protest. The vixen had been savvy enough earlier to avoid Sasha's stare, but this time Vicky's eyes fluttered open and locked on Sasha's face, so close to hers, filling her vision and her thoughts. "You're reminded of sex when you look at me, aren't you? You can't help it." Sasha's tail tickled the front of Vicky's slick entrance. Sasha hadn't even been working on this specifically, but gods it got her motor running--call it a weakness, but knowing she was forever linked with sex in someone's mind was an incredible turnon.

"You're helpless, hopelessly mixed up, it feels so good and so right to just let go, let Karen handle everything for you, doesn't it?" Sasha kissed Vicky on the nose tenderly, letting her tits rake across Vicky's. "You're so confused, but you trust me to think for you, isn't that right?" Sasha kept the contact light, a caress here and a pet there, letting Vicky calm down before trying to take her deeper.

"Nnnnooo... no, can't, gotta think for mysssslfff...!" Vicky's head thrashed from side to side and her arms started to flail in their bonds! Had Sasha sat on her wrong? Was Vicky in pain from something? Vicky started to moan, even sweat--a very rare thing. How had she shaken the--Vicky's eyes snapped open. "Hah! Imperialist bitch! Whore! All your drugs and brainwashing won't change the fact that I'm a free woman! You can kill me but I'll never give you a thing!"

A blob of spit struck Sasha square in the forehead, but it wasn't the saliva that stunned the lynx. "My name is Vicky Mirandez, I have a husband and two children, I'm straight as an arrow and free as a bird and my serial is 10352-321 and that's all you're going to get out of me." Sasha was impressed, but the shock of Vicky's brief rebellion started to wear off. After all, the fox was still bound, had still been tranced half a dozen times, was still horny as hell, was still riddled with trigger words, and...

"Straight, eh?" Sasha shifted, giving the Vixen a clear view of the mess they'd made. The lynx began to purr. "You have a funny way of showing it." The cat crawled backwards down the table, never breaking eye contact with the fox, regulating her purring to deep, regular thrumming. "Hot and deep, Vicky."

"Unnh..." Vicky moaned and her hips started to writhe, the trigger trying to bring her back to a mindless state of arousal; if she'd set it up right it should feel like three shots of tequila and five minutes with a vibrator. "What in the hell are you dooohhhh--stop that!" Sasha thrust three of her fingers into Vicky's dripping snatch, working them in slow, powerful strokes. Vicky's beautiful, toned hips bucked at first, but she managed to still them. Sasha grinned toothily and added her other hand to the mix, balancing on her knees as she played the fox, her fingers teasing over Vicky's tailhole, massaging the base of her fluffy tail, giving it gentle tugs.

"Why? Doesn't it feel gooood?" Sasha kissed Vicky's clit, flicking her tongue back and forth across it. She smiled; fox sex tasted the best--after lynx sex, of course. Vicky was getting very close to cumming away her freedom again and she could sense it.

"Nnn--uhhhnnn--nnnn--hhaaahhh--nnn--nnnoooyyyyyyyESSSSSS!" Vicky's pussy clamped down on Vicky's fingers, powerful muscles rippling along the length of her digits, tailhole spasming around her other finger. The psych profile had been right: Vicky didn't lie. Sasha had to act quickly before the orgasm faded to avoid shocking the vixen out of her confused half-trance.

Sasha reached under the table and pulled out a thick, studded dildo, switched it on to near-max, and aimed it at Vicky's well-lubed tailhole. With one fluid stroke, she hilted it inside the fox before her afterglow faded, and the moan Vicky let out made Sasha's head swim. Sasha had gone this whole time without so much as a tongue in her, but there was a cure for that. She turned around and backed her cunt up to the vixen's face, rubbing it gently on the fox's muzzle.

"It felt good, didn't it?" The trigger hit again, weaker from recent use but enough to shake Vicky as the vibrator kicked into high gear. The toy buzzed low and strong, at even intervals. Vicky had been conditioned against brainwashing, little boobytraps set up at certain trigger phrases, and those barriers had to be broken down. They could be avoided, true, but smashing them to bits was more fun.

One advantage cats shared with foxes were their potent pheromones, and after having sex for an hour straight it'd require a tongue more disciplined than any she'd ever known to resist a dripping and obviously needy lynx snatch, straight or no. "Trust me, Vicky, I know you're feeling that delicious helplessness wash over you, and it's too good to resist." The vibrator's buzzing pulsed irresistibly through the vixen's core, up her spine; Sasha could even feel it from where she was caressing the vixen's sex, throbbing powerfully through the captive.

Sasha's panting grew heavier as the vixen started to eat her out, pushing her face into Sasha's thighs in time with the vibrator. "I know you, the real you, and I know you're loving this as much as I am, deep down, in your heart of hearts. Give in to it, give in to the pleasure, it's what you've always wanted. It feels too good to resist." Sasha let the vibrator's rhythmic pulses work on the vixen, helping her keep the vixen in a light trance, awake enough to enjoy it and too fuzzy to resist.

Vicky moaned into Sasha's cunt, her licks getting more primal, less coordinated, and she started to press her muzzle into the lynx's muff in slow, even strokes, her nose spreading the lynx's well-lubricated lips apart to get at the sweet nectar inside; the fox's hips were rolling to the same inexorable rythm, up and down, in and out, commanded by the pulse of the vibrator in her ass.

"Ahh... ahhh... Wave after wave of pleasure and trust, so helpless to resist, in slow, even strokes..." Sasha was panting openly, but she was careful to maintain her attention to the puffy, overworked entrance of her partner. "So trusting, feels so good, nothing else matters, just trust and feeling, trusting and feeling Karen, for now nothing else matters, just Karen, you're helpless to remember old words and feelings, they're fading away as you trust and feel more and more and more."

Gods, this vixen was straight? Her tongue was nailing all the right places and making the most delicious slurping noises and Sasha was rocking on top of the vixen and the vixen was hers and the tongue was in her and Sasha couldn't hold it back any longer. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hips thrust against the vixen's muzzle, her juices leaking out over the fox's nose as her fingers ran autopilot in Vicky's snatch, waves of pleasure making her roll her hips, maintaining the vibrator's rhythm without trying.

Sasha let out a long, low purr-moan that eventually became words. "You're helpless to stop it, but you love it because it feels soooo gooooodd, Vicky, so good to just let go and trust Karen, so good to stop resisting, so good to be helpless for Karen, it's what you've always wanted and it's here for you." The tongue inside Sasha's nethers tensed up and the vixen arched against her. Sasha hugged Vicky close with one arm as the other pressed two fingers into her g-spot. "Trust me and let go."

The vixen came, and came, and came, cumming away years, responsibilities, places, people, all for 'Karen', and the lynx closed her eyes, yowling, cumming again with the vixen, wailing into her snatch, their two bodies writhing together in an orgy of fur and sex and musk. Vicky wasn't hers, not yet, but the contented noises she was making told Sasha that the pysch profile was right; the fox wanted, even needed this release. Vicky was sure to remember that, and remember that Sasha knew it, and that was a start.

* * *

Sasha grinned but kept her fingers moving, slowly circling around and around the doe's nipples; Candice's tits were already slick with her saliva and very, very stiff. "I know we're not supposed to be here, but it doesn't really matter, does it? Now be a good girl and show me Dekhal." Candice fiddled with the controls, switching the screens from room to room. They were alone in the little security center; the normal guard was sent away by the doe under the very accurate pretext that she liked to watch.

The main screen crackled to life with her lion friend featured prominently in the middle of the monitor and his massive, throbbing erection featured prominently in the middle of the lion. Sasha blushed, a silly thing for her to do, she knew--she'd had plenty of sex with both the lion and the doe--but she couldn't help it. He was staring at something off-camera, but the glazed look of his eyes left little doubt what that something was. The lynx rested her head on her friend's shoulder, always maintaining contact on Candi's breasts.

"What's he doing?" Sasha whispered the question despite the soundproofing in the room. It just seemed appropriate. When Candice didn't immediately answer, she gave her a little pinch.

"ahh... his programming is being reinforced... left sound off, instructions aren't for us..."

"So if we turned the mic on, we could talk to him?" Candice nodded. Still, it would do them no good; Sasha couldn't risk interfering with something like this. What to do? "How long does he have left in his, er, programming session?"

The doe's eyes had drifted shut but she still managed to get the computer to display a timer.

"Oh, that's not long. Thank you, Candi, you've been very helpful." The doe beamed. Sasha did too--she couldn't help it, the smile was infectious. The lynx had a feeling that the doe outranked her, but she never questioned why the gods saw fit to give her a submissive boss. She re-wet her fingers and continued to toy with the doe's tits. "After I leave, you'll start to count to ten, waking from the trance and forgetting what happened in it little by little until you reach ten, wake up, and remember only a pleasant warmth."

Sasha was suddenly struck by an odd sense of deja vu. How many times had she used her friend like this? Was this... normal for her? Did Candice even need to be told anymore? A curious arrangement, having her superior officer being so literally under her thumbs.

* * *

Sasha closed Marcus's door with a soft sound. She'd give Dekhal five minutes to finish his session and another ten to recover from it before she went hunting for him. It wasn't just kind--it gave her enough time to check up on her favorite wolf. He was sound asleep on his 'bed', restraints no longer necessary. His mind held him there more surely than any chain. She snuck closer, watching his face make cute little expressions in his sleep as he slowly shifted about. Without knowing quite why she did it, she leaned closer and whispered to the sleeping wolf.

"Sasha," she said. The lynx waited a moment, then said her name again, and later again, watching the wolf's expressions change slowly, his breath coming faster, his wolfhood rising dreamily from its sheath. Sasha smiled, understanding why she'd come here. She felt a sense of pride, of responsibility, in what she'd done to this man. He was hers, but in his mind, she was his, too. It wasn't a one-way affair.

How many other times had she done this, and to how many other people, that sneaking in to watch them sleep was enough of a habit to stay through a wipe? The lynx grinned, toasting her past self. A great many, she hoped.

* * *

Sasha caught the lion just outside his room. She smoothed the front of her uniform with her hands, waiting for him to approach. He was still fresh from wipe, even if he was a lion and an inquisitor, and Sasha was confident she'd be able to intimidate him based on that. They were both cats, he was bigger than her, and he was a lion; instinct was very solidly on his side. And, apparently, he was an inquisitor too.

On the other hand, she had the element of surprise and a little more experience, but in a few days he'd still be bigger but her advantages would be gone. She had to act now, lest she become his puppet... hm, had she done that before? Been someone's little toy? Been completely dominated by someone, wrapped up by them and held by them and protected by... Stop it! Sasha shook her head, cursed softly to herself. How had he gotten that far under her fur in just one night, that the mere thought of him already had her bothered? How in--

"Hello." His rumbling purr startled her--she hadn't even heard him approach!--and he was looking down at her, his eyes snaring hers almost immediately. Things were not going well. His expression grew intense, and he raised a hand; this was it, he was going to take her, and she didn't know if she had it in her to stop him. She had to seize the initiative!

Sasha stood up abruptly, cutting the lion off. "You tricked me!" His finger, halfway into pointing at her, stopped; his ears flicked to the sides. She didn't let him get a word in. "You let me hypnotize you and then after we," her ears were on fire; she was certain they were alone, but she lowered her voice anyway, "started having sex you tranced me and now I can't get you out of my head and I want to know why!"

Dekhal raised his hands in protest and Sasha was reminded of just how much bigger he was. She was staring straight at his shoulders. "I what? All I remember was meeting you, talking at the table, then bits and pieces of sex. Lots of bits and pieces."

Sasha started a retort, but somehow she knew he was telling the truth. Her voice softened. "If you really were under, then what happened?" He shook his head, his mane rustling softly on the black fabric of his uniform, the gold trim a match for his fur.

"I'm not sure. I remember talking a lot, because my throat was sore and the water tasted funny. I remember really enjoying being with you, holding you, and both of us being completely exhausted," an impressive swell in his pants mirrored the feelings welling in Sasha. "I assumed that was your doing, but I still feel it. Whatever you did to me must have stuck."

Sasha rubbed her forehead, trying to clear her thoughts. "How deep were we? I don't want to admit it, but gods, I feel it too; all those things you whispered, you must have kept that up after I went under."

"So, uh, what do we do about it?" Sasha's face fell but Dekhal's almost melted when he noticed. "Oh no, I didn't mean it that way." he stepped forward, instinctively hugging her. "I just--"

She nodded; she was as confused as he was and understood completely his conflicting feelings. Was that because she was in the same situation, because of the connection they'd formed, or both? She looked up at him, his kind face partly silhouetted by the soft, white ceiling lights. "No, I know what you mean, rationally I know it's artificial, and that liking the change is probably part of the trance, but what's the harm? I'm not really sure I want to do anything about it at all." Wait--what was he smirking about?

"Oh, I can think of something we could do..."

Sasha purred as Dekhal leaned forward, nibbling on her neck and raining little kisses down its side, but she wriggled free of his arms. "I can't, I have to go check on Marcus and keep working on Vicky."

"I'm jealous." He murred softly. "Hrm, Vicky, you say? Vixen, about this high, white in the front and ruddy elsewhere, little white socks?" Sasha nodded. "She's on my schedule for later today, I believe."

Sasha grinned. "It's a date."

* * *

"And about how many people go in and out of there per week, would you say?"

Marcus furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate while Sasha played with his furry sack. "A few hundred, at most." He didn't seem to especially mind Sasha's hand one way or the other; in his head, constant sexual contact with her was a normal part of being with her now, "wife" or no.

Sasha ticked the last question off on her clipboard and set it aside, then slinked around the room, turning the cameras and microphones off. She had her wolfie for several hours before she'd have to go clean up, rest, and prepare for her tag-team with Dekhal, and she intended to put both the time and the wolf to good use.

"Marcus, listen to me very carefully. We're going to play a game. When I count to ten, you're going to wake up in a prison cell with a lynx you've never seen before. After we're done playing the game, you won't remember anything. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Sasha backed off him, out of his line of sight, and started to count. He would be unbound, undrugged, untranced, and very probably unhappy, so caution was advisable. She hit ten and waited. Marcus sat up, and Sasha strode out in front of him.

"Hello, Marcus."

The wolf's nails scrabbled on the table as he pushed back; he landed on the floor with a loud thump and he was huddled in the corner a moment later. "Where am I? Who are you?"

Sasha's voice was warm and sensual as she stalked toward the cowering wolf. "You're right where you want to be."

"What? No, let me go, I haven't done anything!"

The lynx was openly purring now. "I won't do anything with you that you don't ask me to." Marcus eyed her warily.

"Why would I ask you to do anything?"

Sasha leaned toward him, staring pointedly as his erect member. "I wonder." Marcus's ears turned crimson on the inside and he struggled to cover himself.

"What... why am I here?"

Sasha sat down on the floor next to him, putting her face next to his, their muzzles almost touching. "Does it matter? Look in my eyes, Marcus, and tell me what's important." Marcus's blue eyes narrowed, his muzzle parting slightly as he looked. "The answer is in there, you just have to look deeper, look deeper and let your mind wander, let your thoughts drift as you look deeper, you'll be able to see it if you just look a little deeper..." She slowly reached out her hand and gently grasped his member. He didn't even notice. They always went down easier after they got used to being hypnotized, but that didn't make it any less fun. "What are you thinking about, Marcus?"

"...sex..." Sasha's pussy spasmed at the way he slurred the word out, absent yet aroused, needy but confused. How could she turn down a request like that? She pushed him lightly against the wall, making sure he could still see her eyes.

"You're deep, so deep, but Marcus, you're starting to remember. Remember that I'm the enemy, that you're supposed to resist me, that you shouldn't be thinking about sex at a time like this, you shouldn't be so aroused."

Marcus's eyes started to unfog and Sasha kissed him, hard, their muzzles locking together before he could protest, her tongue forcing its way inside him as she began to pump his member. He pulled back after a moment, sputtering. "What? Who are you, how did I get here? Get away from me!" She didn't.

"You can't look away from my eyes, you can't help but fall deeper into them, deeper and deeper, the more you try to resist the more you want to look, you can't help it, you're getting hot for me, Marcus; you want me, and the more you try not to the more you can't help it."

"Nnnoooo, can't, got to look away, you're..." his hips started to roll, thrusting into Sasha's hand. "you're......"

"Swooning and sinking, helpless to resist, too horny to try." Sasha let him go, leaned back, and kept staring into the wolf. She spread her legs wide, propping herself up on her elbows and looking out over her breasts at Marcus.

"You can try to resist, but it won't work, and you'll just go further and further down, wanting it more and more, and you'll be helpless to stop yourself, you'll crawl over to me and take me, because you want to, because you have to, you don't know why but you just keep falling deeper and deeper into a trance. The more I talk to you, the hornier you get, the more you fall into my eyes, the less you can think, the more you'll want me and you'll just start to crawl over to me, one hand after the other, unable to stop. You're getting harder and harder, going deeper and deeper, completely unable to think, until you're right on top of me," and he was, prick throbbing in the air, on his hands and knees, looming over the lynx, "ready to take me. Take me, Marcus, and go deep, deeper than you've ever gone for me."

He fell onto her, pushing her to the floor, thrusting all eight inches of himself into her in one urgent stroke, fervent to obey. She relaxed, letting him take over, rutting into her with all the force he could muster, mind dimmed by relentless suggestion and lost in a fog of lust, his tongue, exploring, teasing the soft, downy fur on her breasts, flicking across the sensitive nipples, diving into her muzzle for a deep kiss.

Marcus picked up the pace, humping her with amazing speed, taking her with such ferocity that she'd later wake feeling it, her gasping at every thrust, his furry sack slapping into her ass with a soft sound in counterpoint. Sasha moaned and writhed under his assault. She barely had the presence of mind to squeeze his cock and kiss him back as he took her.

The lynx arched her back, pressing herself deeper onto the wolf, grinding against him desperately. "You can't keep your eyes closed, Marcus--ooooahh, ahh--you try but they keep opening on their own, looking into mine, you can't help it--ahhhh, hhah--the closer you get the deeper you go into them, deeper anddddhaaaaAAHHHH!"

The sight of his gray eyes, half-lidded and staring into hers, sent her over the edge; her pussy started to milk his cock and he hilted himself inside her, hugging her close, finally breaking eye contact as he threw his head back and howled, the strong, crystalline sound reverberating in the small cell. Her tail had wrapped around his leg as Marcus kept thrusting into her, even while his cock pumped his seed into her and pleasure flooded her body. The wolf was thrusting not because he wanted to but because she hadn't told him to stop. He pulled out for a moment and flipped her over onto her stomach, then grabbed the back of her neck; Sasha instinctively pressed her tits against the floor and sent her ass into the air. It was just the sort of invitation Marcus was looking for.

He slammed into her with the force of a hurricane, strokes haphazard but deep, pounding into her with a confused and needy frenzy. Sasha's tail unwound itself, whipped and writhed, slapping against his chest. His hands were locked to her hips, pulling her back onto him as much as he was thrusting into her. All pretense of control fled; Marcus was a needy wolf fucking his mate, nothing more and nothing less. Was she his wife? Did he know he was imprisoned? Was he still entranced? Neither of them knew or cared. When it was over, the sex that set him free would drag him even deeper than he was before, and he'd be back in the little world that Sasha had built for him, but in that moment they were both free.

* * *

Sasha looked over at the wolf, curious but unsure how to ask what she wanted to ask. They rested against the metal walls, the mess from their lovemaking not two feet from where they sat; the lynx had her head on her wolf's shoulder and her claw traced lazy paths across his chest-fur. She'd have to put him back on the bed when she was done with him.

The illusion that held him captive was strong, but she was supposed to be his wife and know everything his wife knew. Sex was one thing--the very act itself snared Marcus more deeply, thanks to all her work. Asking him what life on the outside was like would be quite another. Sure, while he was with her he was helpless, but they weren't always together. He believed himself to be bedridden, and was entertained with books, entertainment programs projected onto the wall and what he believed was his screen back at home, et cetera, but he wasn't drugged or entranced.

She had the feeling she'd seen it before, that all it took was one inaccuracy, one niggling little detail that set the wolf questioning to bring the whole illusion crashing down around him. If he thought about their sex, he'd just re-trance himself, but if he thought about how she asked him what their house was like even though she was supposed to have lived there for many years...

"Marcus," she began. "When you're well, what's the first thing you'll do?"

His voice, undistorted for the first time Sasha heard him, was surprisingly soft and light. He sounded kind, untroubled; at peace with his world. "Hm, I don't know. Probably go to work, see the guys, let them know I'm okay. Oh, definitely go skiing. No question. I miss the slopes," he raised his hand, made a swooping gesture with it, "the speed, the agility, feels like you're light as a feather and as fast as the bird it's from. You really should go with me. I promise you, you won't be hurt." He turned to look her in the eyes. "Promise me, Sasha, that when I get better we'll go skiing?"

She took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "I promise." Marcus smiled, rubbed his thumb along her hand, enjoying the feel of her fur. "I bet they miss you, your co-workers."

Marcus snorted. "They can handle things without me well enough. Just the other day Jake gave a ring to see how I was doing. Did you know Pam's pregnant now? They're going to have a boy!" Sasha smiled. That was a nice touch; Candice could be clever when she wanted to. It was hard to believe this army lieutenant could be such a softy at home--Sasha remembered military types as violent, suspicious people.

And so it went, Sasha asking him some question or another, making conversation to keep Marcus company and educate herself about the outside, for an hour or so. How was the weather while she was out? It rained, like it always did. Did the neighbors drop by? No, not that Marcus knew of. Had he been following politics? Yes, and the bums in the north had teamed up from the bums with the west to give the common working man the shaft, and also had he mentioned it was raining again, because honestly those questions were the same, but at least the Calate could be trusted. He laughed at that, making Sasha smile. She stayed, longer than she perhaps should have, chatting with the wolf from the enemy's nation. Her ears perked up here and there, but mostly she was just content to let Marcus talk, a bit of reciprocity for the information, the kindness, and--of course--the sex. He hadn't said anything new in a while, just talking about his friends at work, and how this one liked sports and that one lost a bet and the other one got fired and

Wait. "Fired?" Fired, from the military? The fur on the back of Sasha's neck stood on end.

"Yeah, can you believe it? Eight years he puts in and boom, Victor just lets him go, says we can't afford to keep that many employees and I'm sorry but there's no room for you anymore."

Sasha gulped. What in the world was going on here? How could she ask...

"Well, at least that'll look good on his resume." Her delivery was deadpan, the setup for a very important joke. Would he bite?

He bit. "Yeah, 'I worked a dozen years at a post office and all I got was this lousy referral.'"

"At least you're guaranteed your job when you get better," she improvised lamely, trying to keep the illusion more out of habit than necessity.

"Yeah, the skills you learn as a mailman don't really serve you well in other careers." Sasha barely remembered to keep her hand idling on Marcus's chest. A mailman? Why would we abduct a mailman? Why would we even care about--

The voice was harsh, metallic in her earpiece. "Report to your quarters for reinforcement. Prepare for heavy trance." She gave Marcus a polite word, helped him back onto his 'bed', and left, thoughts buzzing at a frantic pace.