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Sasha huddled in the corner, her knees clutched to her chest. She didn't even remember going there. Her eyes were downcast; the other two people in the room were saying something, but her mind was too busy to listen. Besides, what did it matter? Odds were anything they said was just her old self pulling strings from before the wipe. Gods, what kind of a puppetmaster was she? Sasha liked taking prisoners, lusted for the slow erosion of their will, but that was different. Wasn't it?

Dekhal and Candi were arguing, she could see. They kept gesturing at her and looking at her and saying things about her. Dekhal was expressionless but Candice was concerned. Were they even really her friends? Really? Sasha had obviously dominated them wholly, completely chained their minds, rewired them on the inside until they were someone else. What did she even know about Candi? For all the lynx knew, her friend wasn't submissive at all, didn't even like having her tits rubbed. And Dekhal? He was the gods-damned Calate! And she'd made him eat her out! He'd been a free man until she'd killed him and replaced him with this fucktoy.

Candi brushed Sasha's cheek; her finger came away wet. Had she been crying? Sasha looked up, but everything was blurry. She dried her eyes with her sleeve; Candi's room came into focus. Candice was still standing by Sasha, but Dekhal was sitting on her bed, looking at the wall, ears limp on the sides of his head.

"What...?"

Candice shook her head. "Sasha, I know you're taking this hard, but think how much harder it must be for him. He's--"

"A lie," Sasha finished for her. "A thing I built over who he used to be. What about you? You knew this all along? What... what did I..."

Candi smiled ruefully. "I can't say. You made your instructions--" a slight shudder passed through her body, her hand rising to her chest briefly before she stopped it--"very clear." Sasha nodded, then stood up, padding over to Dekhal. She rubbed his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

He laughed, a harsh, weak sound. "I should be upset. I should be beyond upset, I should be raging, or panicked, or something. But I'm not. And I know it's because of something you did. But I can't even be mad at that, either."

"If you want to leave, I'll... I'll understand." Sasha swallowed audibly. "I wouldn't want to be around me either, after finding that out."

"No, you're not getting rid of me that easily."

"But--"

Dekhal punched the wall, hard, the loud noise making the two women jump. The lion laughed again, a mix of mirth and pain. "I love you, gods damn it! What do you want from me? I know it's not real, but that won't make it go away. I know I should want to go home, but I don't. You made me, now you're stuck with me."

Candice croaked. The cats looked at her curiously; her mouth was working, almost like she was choking, and she was making a sort of strangled sound.

"What is it, Candi?" Sasha beckoned the doe closer and sat on the bed; Dekhal followed suit. Soon all three were sitting together on the soft sheets.

Candice pointed at Dekhal and tried again to speak, obviously struggling against some very deep commands. "Her... too." The doe panted from the effort, her breath coming quick and deep. Dekhal cocked his head, prompting her to continue. "This... still important. Don't forget." Candi raised two fingers to Sasha's eyes, then brought them to Dekhal's eyes, then back again.

"What do you mean, Candi?"

Dekhal's ears straightened up; the big cat turned to look at Sasha, a curious expression on his face. "I think she means that it isn't one-way. Remember, you resisted a reinforcement for this. Whatever your old self had in mind, it must have been pretty important, and whatever tampering you did wasn't just to us. You tampered with yourself too, probably through me."

Candice nodded, relieved that they'd gotten it. "I'm not allowed to tell you about certain things when you don't already know them. Worming around the command is... hard."

Sasha ran her hand along Dekhal's chest, enjoying the feel of him under the fabric. She leaned forward, hugging him close. "At any rate, I'm glad you're staying."

* * *

"What makes you think I'll help you?" The fox looked around warily, struggling against her bonds, but she was securely tied to the bed.

A male's voice purred through the speakers in the cell. "First, because the help we need is to trap two wayward kitties with which you are familiar. Second, because you don't have a choice."

The door hissed open, flooding the room with bright light; Vicky could barely make out two silhouettes entering the room before the doors closed. One of them, the male, switched on the softer interior lighting. "There, isn't that better? Forgive me, we haven't been introduced. My name is Sebastian, and my mate there is Maria. I'd shake your hand, but that appears to be out of the question." As Vicky's eyes adjusted, she began to make out the pair more clearly. Both of them were panthers, and both were jet black, ears to toes, and they both were grinning at her in a very predatory manner.

Vicky eyed them as best she could. "Kitties? You mean the lynx and the lion?" She'd been defiant with those two, resistant as best she knew how, but these panthers were... different. The fox tried to be brave.

Maria ran her hand up the inside of Vicky's leg, tickling her gently, and didn't stop until she was cupping the fox's mound. "Yes, my perceptive little pet." Her fingers teased Vicky's sex, stroking the folds of her womanhood absentmindedly. "We believe they'll come for you before long, so we're going to play with you a bit first."

Sebastian reached under the table; his hand came back with a familiar shape in it. "Oh my, what have we here?" He strode up the side of the table, bringing the toy close to Vicky's head, letting her smell the dildo. It was clean, but it still managed to smell like the fox. "Do you remember this?" He flicked it on and a deep, familiar thrum filled the air.

Maria chuffed and held her hand in the air, the juice on her fingers glistening. "I think she does." She reached across the table, accepting the toy from Sebastian.

Vicky yelped when she felt the tip slide between her pussy lips. "Leave me alone! You're not supposed to be in here! Don't--"

"Don't? Fine." Maria held the dildo still, the tip just barely inside Vicky, the vibrations coming it at long, low intervals.

Vicky bit her lip, trying to concentrate. The damned thing was maddening, but she knew if she let it get further inside her she'd be that much closer to losing her wits.

Sebastian smiled down at her, sensing her predicament. When he spoke, his voice was different--lower, more seductive, a rumbling basso not unlike the thrum of the tool between her legs. "I'm amazed you aren't rolling your hips already, you want more of it inside you and rolling your hips would be the best way to get it, to fuck it so it goes deeper in you; it'd feel so good, wouldn't it?" Maria sucked on her own finger, then withdrew it, the fur slick with her saliva.

Vicky whimpered as the pulse came, but she held herself still. This was a game she knew. "Hah! I'm not some sex-crazed maniac. You'll have to do better than a little toy." Maria lowered her finger. Vicky felt something slick on her tailhole, teasing the rosebud and getting it wet.

Sebastian climbed into the table, his package hanging centimeters in front of her muzzle. "What are you doing? Are you going to--uunhhhhh" the scent caught Vicky off guard, flooding her mind with images of sex, wild and needy rutting. All she could think of was how bad she wanted it, needed it. Her hands strained against the bindings, her breasts ached to be touched, her tongue darted out, trying to lick the member just out of her reach.

The vibrator surprised her, buzzing more than halfway inside her, and for once the buzzing helped her back to her senses. She'd been thrusting back at Maria, trying to work more of the dildo into her snatch, and had largely succeeded. At least the pheromones weren't as bad, now that she had her mind back; the shock was over and they weren't overwhelming, though she could still smell them. Vicky tried to steady herself, but Maria was already withdrawing the well-lubricated tool.

The vixen didn't have long to wonder where it was going. She felt the deep thrum against her back entrance, that sensation alone--and the memories that came with it--enough to cloud her mind and relax her body. The panthress took advantage of the opening and slid the vibrator in, hilting it in the fox's tailpipe. Vicky gripped the bed, arching her back at the sudden intrusion.

"Oh gods, why--" buzzzzz --"ahh, hhahhh, why... whyrrre you doing this to meee?" The vixen moaned, squirming in place, making little yiff noises, her eyes half-lidded and her snatch aching with emptiness; vaguely, she realized she'd been breathing deeply, trying to inhale as much of Sebastian's scent as she could. She also realized that she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.

Sebastian purred, sliding his now-erect manhood closer, letting her lick him. "Does it matter?" His member twitched under the assault, little drops of pre appearing briefly before she lapped them up. She whimpered when he pulled back, but Maria replaced him before long. Her crotch was just as black as the rest of her; if anything, the slight bulge of her aroused pussy lips was even darker than the rest of her.

Hesitantly, scared but wanting it too badly to stop herself, Vicky inhaled Maria's arousal. She was instantly rewarded with the cat female's musk, the heady aroma filling her nose and clouding her mind. This time the vibrator didn't pull her back to reality, but this time she didn't want to go. Her world became sensation, feeling, sex; all thought was chased from her head, and she didn't care. She listened to them, knew they were talking, but Sebastian was thrusting into her and the vibrator was still pulsing and she was eating Maria out and she was only aware of how badly she needed it.

Her hands wrapped around Maria's thighs, pulling her closer, giving her tongue better access. She hadn't even noticed her cuffs being removed. On one level, she knew this was her chance to escape, if she could overpower them she could take them hostage and try to negotiate her release. On another level, she needed badly to taste the cat again. The vibrator pulsed, washing away the unpleasant thoughts. Her tongue pressed between Maria's nether lips again and again, sliding around inside the panthress, rubbing and caressing, lapping up as much as she could. For her part, Maria simply purred, her hands caressing the fox's ears.

Sebastian's fingers found the fox's clit, giving her little tweaks; sometimes, when Maria moved, she could see him, kneeling into her missionary-style, wishing she could smell him again, could get closer to the action somehow, but Maria mrowled and brought her back to her reality. Again and again he thrust deep inside her, her puffy lips stretching wide around his manhood; she rolled her hips, fucking him back as best she could. Vicky lost all sense of time, her entire world moving to Sebastian's thrusts and the pulse of the vibrator, the musk clouding her mind and chasing away any worries that these felines were worse than the others, more dangerous; it didn't matter, couldn't matter to her.

Vicky came without warning, maybe they'd told her to do it, but she was squeezing the panther as hard as she could and moaning into Maria's snatch and swallowing the cat's cum and taking Sebastian's inside her and adding her own to that mix, pleasure coursing through her body. Maria turned to the side; Vicky felt strong hands lift her up, sitting on Sebastian's lap, lifting her up and turning her around, sliding her back down on his still-hard member, facing Maria. Sebastian's hands wrapped around her waist, massaging her tits, giving her nipples the occasional gentle tweak, but other than that he was motionless--filling her, but not thrusting. She melted into his touch, relaxation filling her body, only half of it from command.

Had she ever been hypnotized by staring at someone's breasts before? It wasn't her question. She felt herself say 'no', the simple task of even hearing herself speak beyond her. For the first time she began to look, _really_look at Maria's chest. Full, round, not too big but certainly not small, fur as black as midnight--perfect, too perfect to be natural. The jet-black areolas stood out proudly, perky and stiff, and the curves of her chest were attractive to the eyes, sexual orientation be damned. Every time Vicky thought she'd found some error, some imperfection, her eyes were drawn away by the gentle lines, hard to make out in the blackness.

They moved, gently at first, up and down, bouncing in front of Vicky's slack face. She was dimly aware that Maria was riding a dildo on a stand, sliding herself up and down the rubber length with increasing speed, but that awareness faded quickly. Her world was the two orbs in front of her, bobbing up and down. She found her own head nodding, ever so slightly, but the effort was too much; her muzzle was heavy, her eyelids closing, deeper she went, but she had to keep them open if she wanted to see Maria, didn't she?

She knew that the more she tried, the further under she'd go when her eyes did close, but she had to try, she wanted to watch too badly. Pleasure was building in her loins--when had Sebastian started moving his hips? How long had she been watching? Her eyes were almost closed when a pleasant sensation spread throughout her body; a creeping contentedness, like crawling into a warm bed on a cold night. Vicky's pussy clenched around Sebastian, gently milking him as her eyes fluttered shut.

* * *

"So, what do we do now?" Sasha asked her friends. It wasn't innuendo; indeed, the three of them had been sitting on the bed for a good five minutes now and there hadn't been so much as a grope--easily a personal record.

Dekhal shook his head. "I don't know. We're stuck on a ship in gods-know-where. There's nowhere we can go."

Candice smiled. "I can take you to the rest of the ship, if you want." She pulled a card from her pocket. "The crew is mindless, but they know I outrank them. Still, we won't get far; once the captain realizes what's going on, she'll give the crew new orders."

Sasha cocked an ear in confusion. "What? I thought you wanted to take us back."

The doe shrugged. "I had to. Now you've got me on a leash, even if I'm awake for now, so now I have to obey you instead. That means I get to help." Candice smiled up at her feline companions. "Besides, I get the feeling I helped plan this little escapade, even if I don't remember doing it. I want to see how it ends."

Dekhal nodded. "I get the same feeling... hm?" The lynx was purring. "What's on your mind, Sasha?"

"Candi, the captain does the reinforcements for everyone, but isn't mindless herself, right?" The doe nodded and Sasha continued. "But the computer makes her voice different?"

Candice nodded again. "If the captain changes, it wouldn't be good to have to get the whole crew used to a new voice. Much easier this way... oh my." The doe grinned as she caught on, and then she stood. "Yes, I think that's exactly what we'd had in mind. And it could work."

Dekhal hopped off the bed, sensing that they were about to leave. "Want to tell me what's on your minds?"

Sasha grabbed him through his pants the same way she had back in the mess hall. "We're going to take the captain, and when we do, the ship will go down with her."

* * *

"Sasha, the elevator is that way. Why are we going down here?" Candice's question was deferential, more curious than accusatory.

"To get some help." Sasha looked at Dekhal and saw he understood.

"Vicky."

The lynx nodded. "Right. She'd be happy to help, and odds are she knows more about ships than any of us because she's never been wiped. But first..." Sasha stopped in front of a door.

"Marcus?" The doe looked confused.

So did Dekhal. "Who's Marcus?"

"A mailman. He doesn't belong here, he isn't a threat to anyone. Leaving him here would be cruel, and this might be our only chance to get him loose." A thought occurred to the lynx, and she turned to Candi. "Do you know why they took him in the first place?"

"His wife's name was Sasha."

"Right, I know that, but--"

The doe shook her head. "No, I mean his wife's name was Sasha." She pointed at Dekhal.

Sasha blushed, her ears turning bright red on the inside. "Oh."

* * *

Sasha guided the very-nude Marcus to the corner of Vicky's room quietly. The embarrassingly erect wolf was rocking on his feet a little, swaying forward and back, and he occasionally made kissing motions with his mouth. Dekhal padded in after, and was followed by Candice, who closed and locked the door behind them. The fox was fast asleep, but moaning softly too, and occasionally squirming.

Sasha went to Candice and leaned in, whispering softly. "Do you know how to keep Marcus occupied?" The doe shook her head. "Go over to him and play with him, suck on him some, play with his balls, keep him aroused but don't let him cum. It should keep him sleepy but not asleep without waking him up." Candice nodded hesitantly, then walked to Marcus and knelt in front of the wolf while Sasha pulled her pants off.

Dekhal went to the bed where Vicky was still bound. The fox's mind was much freer than Marcus's, partly due to the military training and partly because she hadn't been worked on as much. Dekhal grinned and cupped her sex, not moving, just keeping his hand there while she slept. He whispered over to Sasha. "They've got the vibrator in her. Front's open, though."

The lynx turned back, letting Candice handle the wolf. "Good. Start turning it up slowly. We don't want to wake her too suddenly." Sasha slipped out of her pants and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over the vixen, her cat's tail playing over the prisoner's chest. Sasha hoped their sessions and the smell would have the vixen licking before she woke up.

When she felt the tongue, hesitant at first but gaining enthusiasm, she stroked the fox. It might not matter anymore, but Sasha still felt pride at a job well done. The lynx looked over her shoulder--Vicky's hips were more active now, thrusting up occasionally, if slowly. Dekhal was massaging the base of her fluffy tail with one hand and turning the vibrator in the fox's ass with the other. "Wake up, Vicky." Sasha smiled as she looked down at Vicky's head, her eyes closed, her muzzle working at Sasha's snatch, framed by perspective between the lynx's breasts. "That's it. Come back to us."

Vicky's eyes fluttered open reluctantly. She'd definitely been in a trance. She stopped licking for a moment when she noticed what she was doing, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle, but the vibrator pulsed and she started again. She didn't bother to stop herself a second time.

Sasha cooed, the attention to her pussy too sweet to interrupt. Vicky had gotten very good at this in her time at this facility. The fox's tongue never lingered in one place too long, first teasing her entrance, then diving deep and cleaning her out, then swirling around her clit. Now that she was awake, Vicky was taking her time, toying with the lynx.

Sasha purred her approval. "My, someone's in a good mood." The fox smiled and kept licking. "Ready to talk yet?" Vicky flicked an ear to the side in confusion while she ate the lynx out.

The vixen's eyes widened as Dekhal pushed his fingers into her muff. "She already did. At least now I know why they made me take her with the lights off, eh?" Vicky's tongue stopped. Sasha backed off reluctantly, but the sooner the fox knew, the better. Vicky raised her head slowly, still licking Sasha's juices off the corner of her mouth. She froze when she saw Dekhal.

After a moment, her mouth started to move, but no sound save a short, strangled cry came out. Dekhal shrugged. "It's what it looks like. Yes, I am who you think I am, and yes, I spent most of yesterday inside you with some part or another." Sasha walked back behind Dekhal and reached her hands around him, sending one under his shirt and one into his pants.

Dekhal murred and leaned into her touch before continuing. "I don't have the answers you want, you'll just have to trust me." At the word 'trust', Vicky's eyes opened wider. He had her enforced attention. "Don't worry about who I am just now. We're about to try to take over this facility. They're coming for us, and when they find us we'll be wiped; we have nothing left to lose."

Vicky thought for a moment. The fact that an enemy inquisitor was molesting her leader through his also-enemy-inquisitor's uniform was a Very Big Deal, but she'd been commanded not to worry about it and she had to obey. Most of the questions faded from her mind. "But sir, why did you wake me up? Couldn't you just..." she swallowed, "...keep me hypnotized?"

Dekhal shook his head. "No. You're the only one of us with any meaningful memories. Sasha," Dekhal stroked the lynx's arm, "and I have both been memory-wiped recently. Candice, in the corner there," he motioned at the kneeling doe, still busy with her somnophoric fellatio, "knows the most about this place but she's under dozens of heavy posthypnotic suggestions. Marcus, the sleeping wolf getting his cock sucked, is a mailman. You're the only one with any military knowledge who can actually use it. We need you awake and alert, volunteering information, not a mindless sex machine--no matter how fun that might be."

Vicky nodded, her face sad for a moment, then angry at her reaction. "I understand. ...wait, her name is Sasha? Nevermind, doesn't matter."

Sasha leaned forward, whispering in Dekhal's ear. "That's amazing. How did you break her so quickly?"

The lion whispered back. "I think, on some level, she recognized my voice as one she trusted and obeyed. It's probably why they wanted me doing this. Keeping the lights off was as much so she wouldn't tell me who I really was as it was to keep her ignorant." Sasha nodded.

"Sir, I hate to interrupt." Vicky's ears were alert, but... blushing? "But how do you know I won't betray you? You're obviously working for the enemy now. The two of you can't trust me."

Dekhal chuckled. Sasha started to purr as she freed her hands from Dekhal's clothing, letting the lion undress. The lynx sashayed forward, back to the front of the bed, pulling off her top in a makeshift striptease. "You can't fool me, Vicky. Remember, you _trust_me." Sasha climbed back onto the bed, straddling the bound vixen. "You want to help us, I could tell that by your reaction. You don't _need_to be hypnotized." The lynx leaned forward, putting her face right in front of Vicky's, her blunt muzzle almost touching the fox's longer one. Sasha cupped the fox's muzzle, directing Vicky's gaze up, into her eyes. "But you do _want_to be hypnotized, isn't that right?"

Vicky swallowed and answered, if quietly. "Yes."

Sasha grinned a toothy smile. "And why is that?" Her tail felt Dekhal join them on the bed, and the soft slurping sounds in the corner signaled that Candice was still keeping Marcus under control. All was well.

The vixen's arousal practically dripped off her words. "Because you made me like being hypnotized. Because you, and him, you told me the most delicious things, you made me believe you, and you were right. Now, all I can think about is sex and whenever I think about sex I think about how good it would be to just let my mind slip away, into a spiral or colors or the vibrator in my ass or your eyes or whatever you want, whatever you tell me to want. It doesn't matter, just take me, please!"

Dekhal's voice rumbled from behind Sasha. "You heard the lady." Sasha heard Vicky gasp as the lion pulled the vibrator out, but the fox made a much happier sound when Dekhal's cock pushed her pussy lips apart and pressed its way inside. "I'll keep her busy, but I had her last. It's only fair that you take her down this time, no?"

Sasha pulled Vicky into a kiss, long and slow, before she let the fox's head go. "Any requests?"

The lion grunted. "She'll just tell you to do whatever you want. But there _is_something I wanted to use on her but I didn't have a chance to..." He reached into his tunic pocket and pulled out a pair of contacts. "We'll have to wash them again, but Vicky's been a good girl. She deserves a treat."

Sasha grinned. Any excuse to wear the colors. Vicky gasped when she saw them. "Those... those are illegal!" The lynx chuffed, but that became a chuckle and that soon gave way to outright laughter. Dekhal was snickering from behind her, and he gave the fox's clitty a little flick. "Whooohh, wait!"

"Trust me, you'll remember whatever you were going to say after you wake up. You don't have any other choice." Sasha held her eyes open one at a time and put the contact lenses in. They turned on automatically. When she turned to look at Vicky, the fox came the second she made eye contact, arching into Sasha's lap and making Dekhal grunt. Sasha swelled with pride and a little envy, but she could see why the state had chosen the fox. Vicky was a natural, if the word held any meaning for their race.

* * *

Vicky gasped, surprised to find herself riding the gray-furred wolf. Literally riding him: he was buried in her snatch, she was straddling him as he lay on the floor, and most importantly her hands were playing with his chest as his glazed eyes roamed unseeing over her body. She heard purring behind her, recognized it as Sasha. "Did I...?"

"You did." Sasha pet the vixen. "Candice wouldn't have been comfortable doing it, and I was curious to see if you'd like taking him. We don't have time to play for long, but it was important to know."

"Did I--did I like it?" Vicky's voice was curious, hopeful; now that she had started really exploring herself, she found she didn't want to stop--or perhaps that was simply another thing about her that Sasha and Dekhal had changed. Her pussy spasmed at the concept.

"If I told you, that would spoil the fun." The fox could hear the smile in Sasha's voice. "Now, before we took you under, what were you going to say? Keep riding him, mind you, nice and slow."

Vicky swallowed, her hips slowing their pace on their own, still wired to obey from recent trance. "Those contact lenses you used. Do you know what they are, what they're for?"

"They're imitations of the color patterns hardcoded wired into our psyche, back when we were first made. The First Race wanted to be able to program and mould us whenever necessary, so they added a back door, so to speak. It's an open secret, and yes, it's illegal to try to reproduce the colors for obvious reasons, but what of it?"

Vicky moaned before replying. The slow lovemaking wasn't banging stars into her eyes, but it was having a cumulative impact. She found that locking eyes with Marcus enhanced the effect. It was getting hard to keep her head straight. "Ahh... Not, not just illegal under our law. Illegal under their law."

Sasha sounded thoughtful. "What does that mean for this place?"

The fox shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe they don't watch as closely anymore and your government managed to sneak it past them. Maybe some First just sold them to you and you don't know why they work, but that's just as illegal."

"Interesting. At any rate, we have to go. Dekhal's taking care of Candi now, they were having a little fun while you and Marcus played. I want you to thrall Marcus. We might need him to obey you if the rest of us can't get to him."

"How do I do that?"

"He's already putty. The wolf inside you is in a trance state and is highly suggestible, and you already took him partway under. However, all his posthypnotic suggestions are still keyed to me. I could_have just grabbed him, let him thrust into my hand while he wondered what was going on and why he was fucking my hand, waited until he worked himself into a trance, and made it so he couldn't tell the difference between our voices." Vicky moaned at the concept. She decided she had _definitely enjoyed taking Marcus. "I'd rather let you do it."

Sasha put her hands on the fox's shoulders, massaging them gently, before she continued. "Right now he obeys me, but he'll still listen to you. If you tell him something, it'll be true to him, a little. Start telling him to go deeper, describe to him how he's falling under your control, and little by little that will become true. Then tell him that he's to obey you as he would obey me. I'll tell you what to say as you go."

Vicky nodded. The lynx leaned in, her breasts touching the fur of Vicky's back. The cat whispered into her ear and Vicky repeated the words. "Marcus, can you hear me?"

"Yes." The fox was suddenly struck by the fact that this was the first time she'd ever heard this man's voice. That it thrilled her, rather than repulsed her, was a testament to how thoroughly this place could change someone. Wasn't it?

"Marcus, you're already deeply hypnotized. Say it, hear yourself say it, without any control."

"Deeply... hypnotized."

"Good. Sasha made you this way, didn't she? But you're not in Sasha. You're in me." Squeeze him, Sasha said, and Vicky did. She was rewarded with a soft gasp. "Sasha still controls you, but some of that control is leaking through the sex. You're sliding under my control, too. You must be. You're thrusting into me and you've never seen me before. You're completely enthralled, helpless, aroused, being taken, so you must be obedient."

The wolf's eyes opened, trying to look at Vicky. "That's right, look at me. Sasha's eyes are green, mine are blue, but you're being pulled into them anyway. You're already deep, you're just deep for me, now. You can feel your body ache for release. You want so badly to cum, and you're in me. You must want to cum for me. You want to cum for me, don't you?"

Marcus swallowed, trying to whet his tongue; his mouth had hung open so long it had dried out. "Yes." His hips started to leave the ground ever so slightly, his thrusting more eager.

Sasha patted Vicky on the head. "Just keep riding him like you have been, nice and slow. Let him work himself to his peak. It means more when they do it to themselves."

Vicky nodded, remembering to keep her eyes open. She looked down at the wolf, thrusting into her, staring at her like she was a goddess. She knew it was wrong to take him this way. She knew she shouldn't leash someone to her will like this. But she liked it. Loved it. Was this why she was here? Were they not interrogating her so much as recruiting her? Her cunny twitched around the wolfcock, hopeful at the prospect.

Of course, the real question was: Had she always wanted it, or was it something they'd done to her? She couldn't ask because they wouldn't tell. An interesting dilemma. Sasha's hands snaked around her waist, finding her breasts, flicking at the nipples to keep busy. Vicky smiled approval.

The fox saw the wolf had closed his eyes, so she allowed herself to do the same. Unbidden, her mind's eye changed him. In her head, she wasn't riding Marcus as Sasha played with her tits and whispered into her ear. Instead, she was riding the studded feline cock of a panther and it was the honeyed tongue of his mate telling her things. She sighed, a feeling of contentment and obedience washing over her.

* * *

Sasha's tail swished restlessly as the elevator door closed behind the group. Marcus, Dekhal, Vicky, Candi, and the lynx herself were there--excepting Matt, everyone she had encountered since her wipe. Probably not a coincidence. She knew most of this was 21-84's doing; that is, hers, but the puppet strings still itched. Ride the elevator, walk past the zombie-like crew, find the captain, and take her.

That was the plan, but it seemed almost too easy. Of course, it was no such thing; indeed, the situation that made the plan possible as probably the fruit of many months' hard labor. Still, the lynx found this was one time she didn't like to be controlled. The elevator chimed and the doors started to open.

The hallway in front of them was familiar, almost disappointingly so. It was in the ship proper, Sasha knew, but she had hoped for something fresh. Instead, she got the same soft white lights running along the edges of the ceiling, the same sterile appearance. The hall went a short way before reaching a four-way intersection.

They stepped out into the hall, walking casually under Candi's recommendation despite their unease. Except--that was strange, Vicky had turned around. The lynx motioned for the group to stop as the fox walked back toward the elevator, hand outstretched. Before Sasha could say a word, the vixen pressed a button on the panel and thick blast doors slammed down, sealing the elevator off. She turned back to them and spoke, her voice slurred and dreamlike, her hand pointing at a map on the wall. "Go to this room. They're waiting for you there."

Dekhal and Sasha ran to her as Candi remained behind, strangely silent. Marcus swayed on his feet, eyes closed. The fox's eyes opened, blinking slightly; she noticed her hand pointing on the map and frowned. "What happened?"

Dekhal scowled, looking around him nervously. "I was hoping you knew. You walked to that door and pressed a button, then told us to go that room."

Vicky frowned. "Why? Why did I do that?"

Candice coughed, getting their attention. The doe motioned for them to continue walking. "You'll know soon enough. Come along, I know the way." She sounded... afraid? Sasha found herself sharing the emotion. In front of them, armed guardsmen stepped into view. Together under the unseeing eyes of the guard, the five of them walked to room 429.