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She woke with a wet gasp, lungs screaming for air, eyes watery and mind blurry in the dazed confusion. The room too dimly lit to make out any details, and her mind too incoherent to focus on anything anyway. But there was something firm around her throat, gently holding her against the bed, and something warm and breathy near her ear.

"Good girl! You're doing such a good job for me." For her, it was a near meaningless string of gentle syllables that pressed a feeling of artificial calmness into her, like there was something more going on. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't form the thick honey of her thoughts into anything sensible. She tried to form a single syllable question that started with a w, but as soon as her larynx twitched with the first noise, he pressed back into her neck with his paw, turning the attempt into a sputter of air.

"Shhh. Shhh." He cooed and nibbled the soft inside of her pointed ear. The muzzle beside her ear moved up to fill her field of view. His irises were dark enough to be indistinguishable from his pupils, a dark depth she felt an instinctive pull to. A calm washed over her as she gazed into them, even as her lungs burned for air and darkness creeped in from the edges of her vision. When her field of view narrowed so all she saw were black pools in the center of his, she instinctively jerked to try and push him off but her arm was stuck. Thick leather cuffs kept her paws firmly attached to the head of the bed.

The pressure on her neck lessened and she was able to take a deep rattling breath while her vision came flooding back. "Now now" tenderly scolded the lynx over her, a mischievous grin spreading up his maw baring his sharp pointed teeth. "This is exactly where you want to be." She nodded as much as she could with the paw around her neck. Her shoulders ached and the thought how long have I been here? tumbled out of her gelatinous thoughts.

Before she could dig deeper to pull on that thread, as if he saw her starting to figure out how to figure it out, his grip shifted, holding her cheekbones firmly and forcing her gaze into his eyes. It was like she could feel the thought being plucked out of her mind and falling into the dark eyes she couldn't break away from.

Buried deep in her limbic system was the need to get away somehow for this to stop, but it felt so far away, like the glint of a penny at the bottom of a well. And with another loop of their mantra "good girl, you're exactly where you want to be" he pushed that thought even further away. Her mind was completely empty, and her body completely slack, as if she were floating at the bottom of a sea of endless nothing.

The grip around her cheeks slowly, and almost imperceptibly, loosened leaving her free to turn her head. Instead, she remained transfixed on an empty point in space hundreds of meters away. A single claw gently dug into her cheek and scraped slowly down, along her neck, around her breast, down her ribs. An involuntary shudder ran through her, but it was dampened by something more than just hypnosis.

As the shudder passed through her, her thighs and ankles pulled feebly against the bindings keeping her legs spread, and breaking her trance for just a moment. Her joints ached, her muscles completely lax, her mind fatigued from holding this trance, and she felt the deep exhaustion of hours of heavy exercise. A fragmented memory of eager excitement and nervousness from taking a sedative while he looked on hungrily. But now above her, with a pleased smirk he threw yet another weighted blanket over her mind by cooing "Good girl". And then those feelings were far away again, muted like texture through a heavy winter glove.

The claw continued, leaving a stinging path behind it, the mild pain felt plural, echoing the countless paths it had taken earlier and poking into the fresh bruises. The claw stopped right beside her vulva. She felt a want to arch her pelvis forward, but it was buried too far for her to reach so she lay slack and transfixed. He repositioned to put his head between her legs and opened his maw, and sharp painful pulling on her inner thigh followed. Something inside her wanted to groan and beg but it was all too far away, like trying to run up to something in a dream, and all that made it out was a sharp exhale.

He released the bite and subdued her again "good girl, you're exactly where you want to be". He shifted again, his face filling her vision but leaving a hand on the inside of her thigh. "Good girl" The pain of the bite was still there but it was as meaningless a sensation as the syllables she heard were. He placed his paw on her throat again, holding her neck against the bed, but still allowing air and blood to flow through it.

She felt the fingers of the paw on her thigh slip inside her and push against the front wall of her vagina, and his thumb massaging her clit. Her binds a reminder that even if she could somehow break this trance and gain control of her body, she could do nothing to close her legs or kick, or try to grind against anything. It was only a matter of seconds before she felt the overwhelming urge to cum, her parts sore and tired and screaming for release. And just before the release he removed his paw from her pussy and tightened the one around her neck, leaving her just on the edge of orgasm for what could have been the third or hundredth time.

"Good girl!" She couldn't look away and despite her body and mind screaming for the release of pleasure no words and no struggles came. Just a gentle falling deeping into the ocean of darkness in his eyes. "This is exactly where you want to be." Falling deeper, the world started going quiet and pale, things sounding far away, and her vision narrowing just to see his eyes. "..exactly where you want to be". Until she wasn't floating there was only that ocean of nothing.

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She woke with a wet gasp, lungs screaming for air, and eyes watery and mind blurry in the dazed confusion. The room too dimly lit to make out any details...