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The Mind Control Conspiracy

Chapter 15: Black Hats in Hand

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

Getting off the bus two blocks from the 51st National Bank, Sean stepped away from the bus stop and leaned against the front of a nearby store. Checking the intersection for any signs of cameras and finding none, he pulled out the box that had the other contact lens and flicked it open.

Why does this have to hurt every time?

The fox took a deep breath, braced himself, and gently slid the other lens into his eye. He stiffened up almost immediately, biting off curse after curse as he felt the electricity lance through his pupil all the way to the back of his eye, and then felt it go along the optic nerve to the back of his brain. He hissed, he grimaced, he whined as he felt the discomfort rise, and then shivered as it fell away again.

"Holy...Nnnngh..."

It was so much more painful than using the glasses, but they were far better. They were more powerful, and more to the point, they were off the network. There was no tie-in or signed-in username to the lenses that would be left behind when he hacked the minds of other people. They just went in and out without a registered trace. And for something like the Black Hats, he was going to need that.

He took a few more deep breaths, letting the pain dwindle into nothing, then clicked the box shut and put it back in his pocket. It rested against the box that had the glasses his father gave him in it, as well, next to his phone.

"Alright...show time..."

The slender fox walked down the street, taking his time to talk himself up and make sure that he was completely ready for this. He reminded himself of everything at stake, he reminded himself of all the resources he had, and more than anything else, he reminded himself of just how much he couldn't afford to fuck up.

So, naturally, by the time that he reached the bank, he was shivering like a leaf with the reminder of all the consequences of failure fresh in his mind. He grumbled under his breath as he walked through the front doors, making his way to the tellers that worked at the front desks of the bank.

Which one, which one...

He took his time, always making sure to look below the face so that he didn't trigger a trance by mistake. If he started that, Peter Silens would pick up on something being wrong, and he might run. It was one thing to deal with someone up close with cameras watching, since that could be hidden, disguised as something else. If he got it wrong, though, and Mr. Silens ran for the back door...

Well, he wouldn't be alone for long.

Sean flicked from rabbit to rabbit, getting files that he didn't need. There was one person skimming money off of their accounts here at the bank, another that had domestic abuse charges leveled against her, yet another that was dealing with a custody battle that was not their fault, and could easily be swung their way, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was finding -

"Hello, Mr. Silens..."

Sean finally picked the rabbit out. He was a bit of a bigger rabbit, not fat, but definitely less fit than some of his brethren. There was some cushion to his gut, a bit of weight around his neck. His ears were less stiff than other rabbits that Sean had seen, too, with enough of a flop to them to make him look a bit aged.

The brown fur with a bit of silver streaks through it helped, too. This one wouldn't be one of their best agents, but he would still be one of them. That would do.

He walked up to stand in line for the rabbit teller, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet, just to fit in with everyone else. He acted every part the bored customer as the line slowly moved forward, even though on the inside he was shaking like a leaf.

There's no other Black Hats in the building. You checked and triple-checked their files, he reminded himself. He's off-duty. There's no way that he has his partner around to give him back-up. You can handle this.

Finally, he was called up to the front of the line, and the rabbit grumbled to himself.

"ID and card?"

"Pardon?" Sean asked.

The rabbit grumbled again, looking up from his computer, starting to grunt out the instructions again. Unfortunately, that meant that the teller made eye contact, and he instantly froze. No trance, just like Richard the day before, but already the lenses were brushing through Peter's defenses faster than the glasses had.

"Hello, Mr. Silens. I have a few questions for you," Sean said, keeping his voice low.

"...Who...wait..."

"No. I have questions, and you will answer them. But not here," he said, the files flicking around in front of his eyes as he ordered installations of the different obedience programs. "You will ask me to come to a private office. Make an excuse if you must. Say that I am part of the government, checking in on a private audit. You and I will speak privately."

The files were being installed far faster than the previous lenses had done, and he was honestly impressed with Torold's work. The contact lenses were working a hundred times better than the glasses had, and he hadn't even done much with them yet. He had to give the crow a bonus later. Preferably with someone else's card.

After another moment's hesitation, the rabbit finally got up from his seat. Mr. Silens gestured at one of the other tellers, telling him that the system needed to be closed so that the fox could check something out.

They walked around the teller desk, making their way to the dividing door between customer space and employee space. The chatter of the other customers cut off as soon as the door shut, leaving them in a white-walled hallway that had periodic flickers from the ceiling lights. Sean followed behind the middle-aged rabbit, keeping his eyes forward, his hands at his sides, and his face as neutral as possible.

"How did you...find me..." Peter asked.

"Did I ask that question?"

"No."

"Then I don't think I need to answer it, do I?"

"You'll pay...whatever you think you're doing...you'll pay."

"You might have noticed that you're already doing what I told you. Try not to make a scene; I might be an exhibitionist, but this is one show that you don't want to give. At least, not when your bosses want you to keep things quiet. Hmm?"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Now, your office?"

They walked in silence after that, passing by a few higher-ranking bank managers. Every time that one of them opened their mouths, Sean gave them a single glance, and they backed off. The feeling of power that gave him was beyond compare, and he felt almost drunk on the sheer bliss that came with having this...this insane grip on the minds of other people. He felt like he could conquer the world.

He honestly felt a bit godly.

When they reached the rabbit's office, Peter fumbled with the door for a moment before pulling it open. Sean paused, not stepping through the doorway when the rabbit stepped to the side, then looked Peter in the eyes once more.

"What did you do?"

"..."

"Obey and answer. What did you do?"

"...Nnnngh...I turned on...a security field..."

"Disable it, if you would."

"...Fine."

The rabbit reached down to the doorknob again, pressing a hidden button on the side. A buzz that the fox had only scarcely been aware of died off, and the rabbit stepped through. Sean imagined that there had been quite the trap in the doorway waiting for him. It was a good thing that he was paying attention, he supposed.

Shutting the door behind him, he took a seat in the little chair that faced towards the rabbit's desk. He pulled one bare foot off the floor, wiggling his toes with a small smirk, and the rabbit glared at him.

"Why the long face?" he asked.

"You...you're not...one of us..."

"Speak clearly."

"You're not one of us," Peter repeated, no longer pushing through the control in the same way. "How are you controlling me?"

"That's honestly a secret for me to know and you to hopefully never find out," Sean said, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his muzzle. "At any rate, it wouldn't matter if you knew. Just consider me your new boss for now."

"We don't have new bosses. We've always had the same one."

Filing that bit of information away as something that might be useful later, the fox leaned back a bit further in his chair. The longer that he stared at the brown-furred rabbit, the more information popped up on his glasses. He saw where Peter lived, what he did after work, what sort of sports team he watched. He saw what the lapine banker did for his family, which included a second wife and an adopted child.

He saw what Mr. Silens, as a Black Hat, did to those that were brought to the attention of him and his people. He watched as a horse, a hippo, a mouse, a wolverine, all were brought down by the intense, dark stare of the black-hatted rabbits and their glasses. He watched as the AEA broke them down one by one, not just stripping them of their ability to resist, but their ability to think.

They were broken until they were less people than they were animals, and then down further still, ripping apart their ability to function, their ability to hold their bladder or bowels...but always with the hint of awareness needed to show their victims how much less they had become. How much more...base. Wrong. Incapable.

He saw it all, and he knew that there was no sympathy to be had for the Black Hats. They were not to be trifled with, and they were not to be treated kindly.

Sean shook his head.

"I'm not bothered by whatever your history is, Mr. Silens. However, what I am interested in is your partner."

"Gerold? Why?"

"Because, my agitated friend, I am collecting sets. And in this case, sets of Black Hats are my current fascination. Now..." He smiled. "That was Gerold, yes? Gerold what, pray tell?"

"..."

"I can drag it out of you easier than you could drag it out of your victims, Mr. Silens. And I will, if you force me to."

"Why? Why do you want him?"

"Will you give me his name if I tell you why?"

"...I won't have a choice...but...please..."

"Please..."

Sean shook his head, getting out of his chair and walking right up to the rabbit's desk. He leaned over the middle-aged Black Hat, staring him right in the eye.

"I'm sure you've heard that said a hundred times by now. In fact, let me guess. Exactly one hundred forty-eight times. Yes?"

Peter stared at him with his eyes wide, his mouth starting to hang open. The fox nodded.

"That's what I thought. You heard it again, and again, and again. And every time, you told them 'no.' Every time, you made it worse for them, worse than they could stand, worse than they could imagine. And when you did, when you made it worse when they begged you for mercy, you didn't even think that they might have had a reason."

"What are you, some sort of...some sort of vigilante?"

"You mistake me." Sean shook his head. "There's always a need for someone that won't listen to their conscience, someone that will do the dirty work. You can't have a world like yours without someone that follows a different set of rules. No...I'm not angry at you for being cruel...I'm angry at you for being hypocritical..."

Aston, his father, wanted a city where everyone did as they were told, where there was no free will save for the will that he instilled in those under him. Under his father, the Black Hats would become a greater force of terror than they already were, would become something that would never be slowed, never be stopped.

It was hypocritical. Both his father and the Black Hats believed that their will was the only one that mattered, that they saw the world as something that they could play with, something that they could 'perfect' through the use of this control. He had no illusions about how that would work for them; eventually, someone - not him, but someone - would rise up and shatter the 'perfection' that has frozen society.

Sean made no bones about what he did with his glasses, with the lenses. He knew what he wanted, and he was happy to take that, and only that. Even with Paul, he hadn't taken away his brother's free will. He had added things, yes, given his brother a fetish for incest, for being with someone that was perhaps too close to really be suitable...but he had never taken away his brother's other habits.

Shaking his head, the fox narrowed his eyes, the contacts tightening slightly against his eyes.

"From now on, you're going to do what I tell you...and the first thing I'm going to tell you...is to call your partner in..."

"You...I..."

"Your hand is already moving."

Peter's eyes dropped down to the hand that was, as Sean had said, crawling across the top of the desk. The brown-furred rabbit's eyes went wide, and he grabbed at his disobedient limb with his other hand. The whole time, Sean kept his eyes locked with the rabbit's, watching as the Black Hat fought to defy the same control that he had exerted over far too many people already.

The control of the lenses won out, and the rabbit picked up the phone, dialing a number just a smidge too quick for Sean to be able to pick up. The phone rose, rested against the rabbit's ears, and it rang.

Someone picked up, and just like that, Peter relaxed.

"Hey, Gerold. I need you to come by the bank for a minute...No, it's fairly important...Yeah. Thanks. I'll see you soon."

And just like that, the trap was set, and the rabbit's stunned look could not have been better. Sean chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he sat down once more. Peter was still sputtering, obviously blasted into stunned, sputtering silence as he tried to figure out how he had done what he did.

"I told you already. You're going to work for me, now. You'll find it easier and easier to obey as the minutes drag on. The new programs are already hard at work dismantling your older ones, giving me the full control that I need. By the way. Do you have your glasses on your person?"

"..."

"Pardon me. Your AEA."

"Yes."

"Hand them over."

Peter reached into his shirt pocket, pulling a pair of silver-lined, black-lensed glasses from the pocket. Catching them as they were tossed over, he looked down at the crown symbol in the center, nodding to himself.

"Very good. Thank you."

"Bastard."

"Oh, now, why did you have to go ahead and say something like that?"

He smiled at the rabbit, though this time with a bit more bite behind it. With nothing but a thought, Sean shifted the lenses to developing a new fetish program, one that started downloading into the rabbit's brain almost instantly. As the rabbit stiffened up, gasping as he stared straight ahead, the fox stretched out his legs.

"You want to call me a bastard, but I'm the one that's trying to take a little responsibility here. You call yourself peacekeepers? Don't answer, I already saw it in your file. You think that you're keeping the peace. All that you're doing is keeping the lie. The lie that everyone has a choice in how they live their lives.

"Well, let's see how long you keep up the faith in your own organization when you go through what I have in mind. Let's start with lowering you down a bit, shall we? No more imagining going off and turning women into strippers, or young men into cock-sucking sluts for your dick that won't even get hard on its own - yes, I know about that, too. You won't have to worry about your cock, anymore. It won't be used.

"Instead, we'll start with putting you lower that my feet. But don't worry...you'll like it."

Ping. The program finished downloading, and just like that, the brown rabbit slumped forward, panting, gasping. Peter lifted his head, but paused, almost like he had seen something that shocked him before he could look at Sean properly again.

And of course, he probably had.

The fox lifted one foot slightly, flexing his toes, and he watched as the rabbit's eyes followed the dusty, dirty foot. He shifted his sole slightly to the left, and Peter's head turned to follow it. More than that, he could see the rabbit's crotch starting to swell outwards, the command of the program doing more than he could have hoped for.

"What...why..."

"I gave you a fetish virus. One that will continue to multiply in your brain every time that you try and resist me. Right now, you have a debilitating foot fetish, and specifically, for dirty, bare feet. The more you fight, the more you'll want to suck on my toes, to lick my soles, to beg to have the privilege to have them on your cock, wiping the dust of the day off on your dick. And if you decide to really make me annoyed with you, I'll amplify it so that you want them dirtier, messier, muddier. Do you want to spend your day licking someone else's cum off of dirty, musky feet? Because if you keep pushing me, that's what will happen. And when that fetish is completely used up, then I'll find the next one that you hate, and give you a fetish for that. Make you love it, while knowing you shouldn't."

Sean curled his toes again, and the rabbit shivered, stepping out from behind the desk, his eyes wide, his pants darkening in the crotch as the fetish program worked its magic. It didn't take long for Peter to stumble, to try and resist, and as soon as he did, he was punished. The stare went from wanting to craving, and that bulge throbbed all the harder.

Chuckling, the fox lifted his foot from the floor, rolling his toes, curling and uncurling them, showing off the little wrinkles that spread across the underside. The rabbit moaned, biting his lip as he tried and failed to look away.

"That's it. You know what you've become. You know what you need, and you know that the need isn't going to stop until you stop resisting."

"You...fucking...bastard..."

"You guys started it. I just learned from it."

He curled his toes, and like a puppet pulled on its strings, Peter fell to his knees. The Black Hat looked at him through the fox's toes, his eyes silently begging...and Sean denied the request with a single clench of his toes.

Just like that, the eager little slut leaned in, nuzzling against his sole, kissing from the pads to the toes and back again. A tongue followed, licking and lapping along the flesh down there, sucking up the bits of dust and dirt that had been ground into it during his long barefoot walk.

Sean couldn't help but smile a little to himself, reaching down and groping his cock cage a few times to the feeling of a tongue flicking along his sole. He could feel it getting more eager, the rabbit getting more into it despite himself. Each little lick traveled a bit further, was a bit firmer than the last one.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

And it didn't hurt that Peter was starting to moan, too, getting more into it than he probably should have. Sean leaned his head back, giving into his own urges and gently dragging his cock cage and balls out. Even if he didn't have the same freedom as before, he could still enjoy some pressure and pleasure on it. Sooner or later, this Gerold was going to be here, and he needed to be ready for that.

But until then...

He brought his other foot up, pressing it into the back of the rabbit's head, grinding him deeper into his sole. Hearing the whimpering moans that got him, he pressed down a little harder. Not much, but just enough for the pressure to be felt, enough to -

Splut, splut.

He looked down, chuckling as he saw the rabbit's bulge dancing in his pants, felt the blush against the sole of his foot.

"Oh, my. You really did get a hell of a fetish, didn't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"That's alright. I'm sure you have more where that came from."

Pulling his foot back, Sean lowered his toes to Peter's lips. The rabbit hesitated for barely a second before the exponential increasing of his fetish forced him to open his mouth. In seconds, the fox's toe went from being vaguely damp from walking all over the place to being soaked in spit, wet and slippery and almost slimy from it. He smiled, thrusting his foot back and forth, fucking the Black Hat's mouth with his toe.

All the while, he kept up the slow, delicate squeezing of the cage, the way that he could pull on it and bounce his balls around, the way that he could shift his position to grind the plug in his ass against his prostate properly. It was barely enough to get him dripping pre-cum, but it was better than nothing.

He could tell that the Black Hat could see the cage, that the rabbit was judging him, but there was no chance for him to stop licking, to stop sucking. No chance for him to say the obvious insults that he wanted to pass on. No chance to try and lift himself up as the superior male in the room.

All because of one little trick from the fox.

He smiled to himself, curling his toes and trapping the rabbit's tongue, bringing his other paw forward.

"After you finish getting used to having your face buried underfoot, perhaps we can see how you like being a chair, instead...I'm sure that you're used to kissing your boss's ass enough to do a good job with mine..."

By the time that Gerold showed up, Peter had been more than suitably broken. The other rabbit, this one black-furred, had a split second where he looked like he might be able to offer some real resistance. He had glared, had reached for a pocket, but too late.

He had fallen into trance and then into obedience with ease, though that had been somewhat due to Sean using a stronger obedience program than he had bothered using for Peter, and it was effective enough to reduce Gerold into a fox-worshiping slut in short order.

I hate that this has to be reversed, he thought, looking down at the rabbits worshiping his feet, but Aston needs them to be useful. Otherwise...

Shaking his head again, he reached for his phone. He flicked it on, and then dialed his father. It ran once before the old man picked up on the other end.

"Yes?"

"It's done."

"It's - but I haven't given you the phone number!"

"You didn't need to. I have two of them broken down and ready for you."

"...How?"

"Plausible deniability, father."

He heard the grumbling on the other end of the line, knew that his father hated the answer. Yet, at the same time, there was no way for his father to challenge it. They needed to keep this from getting too public, and even a phone call could be monitored by the right people listening in at the right time.

"Where do you want me to send them?"

"They're completely obedient?"

"Yes."

"I'll text you an address. Send them there. And Sean?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not sure whether I want to kiss you or kill you. I suggest that you spend tonight swinging the needle to the former."

Click.

Sean chuckled as he tossed the phone onto the desk, folding his hands over his stomach. This was about where they had been the last time that his father had decided to try and fuck with him, but if the deputy mayor decided to try that again, Sean was ready. The fox wasn't going to lose anything else.

Sorry, father...If you hadn't been greedy, if you hadn't thought that you needed even more control over me, maybe this would have worked out more in your favor. But now...

The only thing saving his father from being completely brainwashed was the fact that this plan could be turned to something worthwhile. Not with his father's rulership, but with the ambition and drive that the older fox had, and the contacts and plans that he had already set up...

Sean had considered the idea of replacing his father on this power trip, this conquest, but he had dismissed it before. It had seemed like an idea too mad to consider, too insane to really think of it ever succeeding. He would have been content getting his brother back, having their relationship once more, his father locked behind bars to keep him from ever doing something this stupid again.

But now...Now that he had seen what the lenses could do...

The Black Hats at his feet had been completely helpless before him. The boogiemen of the Federation had broken in minutes, and now, they were completely subservient to him. He could make them do anything, short of killing themselves, and all from a simple glance. It went beyond the power of the glasses. It was something different, something more...more deific, more godly.

He could be that god of the city. He couldn't convince himself to go further than that, to be a leader for the country, but here, locally...yes, that would work. And if he let his father take the plan forward, take it right up until the end and then snap it out from underneath him...

Yes. That would work.

Ring ring.

He picked up his phone, holding it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, slut."

"Richard. Good to hear from you again."

"Yes, I imagine it is. You'll be happy to know your obedience programs are holding; I can't stop thinking about dominating you. Or making sure that someone else isn't doing the same thing. Are you in the bank right now?"

"What, did you plan a tracking device on me?"

"Yes. I track everything that matters to me. You should be careful; there's two of my fellow Black Hats in there."

"Yes, I know. They're both under me right now."

"Impressive."

"I try."

"You'll need to do more than that to earn your way out of that cock cage, though."

"Are you saying you have the key, then?"

"I can make one. Easily. All you have to do is earn it."

"Heh. Tempting. But not juuuust yet," the fox said, looking down at Gerold and Peter. They both had their tongues stuck between his toes, eagerly sucking between them, desperately moaning as they nuzzled into his soles. "I've got a few things that have to be taken care of, first, and if a certain someone finds out that the cage is unlocked..."

"Hmmm, now that is a predicament. But perhaps you can use your new hypnotic method to make him think that it's removed."

"A very nice idea. Do you have any others?"

"Oh, no, my little predatory slut. You'll have to earn those..."

"Damn. Heh. But thanks."

"Any time."

"Beeeefore you go..." He pulled his phone from his ear, tapping a few keys. "Check your email. I want addresses for all the names that I just forwarded you."

"Is this a command?"

"Obviously."

"Then I have no choice. It'll be done...and then I'll make sure to get payment for that out of your hide."

"Heh, I'll look forward to it."

Click.

Another phone call done. Soon, his father would forward him the address to where the Black Hats needed to go, and after that, he'd be alone once more. Probably due to head back home to where Aston would be waiting for him, angry and ready to take that rage out on his body, on his ass, perhaps on other things, as well.

And after that...well, if he was lucky, he would be able to do something with the contacts, either to start shifting his father into a different sort of place in his life, or - better still - to fix Paul. And once Paul was fixed and out of the picture, then he could take charge in a different way.

It was all coming together.

Pulling his legs back, he shifted to the edge of the chair, turning around and pulling the plug out of his ass. His hole puckered softly at that, empty but pulling at the air in hopes of having something inside him again.

"Alright, guys. First one to get me moaning gets to fuck me. The one that doesn't gets to go back to licking my feet. Win-win, right?"

They certainly seemed to think so.

The End

Summary: Sean goes hunting for Black Hats, and ends up catching one. This time, however, he plans on having a bit more fun before giving his father an update, and finally realizes just how much he can do on his own. Maybe it's time to start taking the plan into his own hands.

Tags: M/M, fox, rabbit, hypnosis, foot fetish, mind control, series, dystopia, blackmail, chastity cage, licking, foot licking, rimming, slave, master/slave, butt plug, dirty feet, orgasm, cum, cum in pants, humiliation,