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Jack grunted as he was shoved forward, the barrel of a guard's automatic jabbing him in the spine. He tried to keep his balance the best he could, but the chaffing shackles keeping his wrists secure behind his back made the task difficult. The bruised, battered, raccoon muttered a swear, but offered no resistance as he passed through yet another security checkpoint, the third he's seen so far, and probably not the last. Raising his head, he looked on down the hallway, wondering to himself when they were going to reach their destination. Extending onwards for quite some distance, there were steel-gray doors running parallel down the length of the hall....

11....

12....

13....

He stopped counting the large, black numbers on the doors after awhile and resigned himself to preparing for the interrogation that would no doubt be happening soon.

Jack was good at keeping a cool head, even in really dangerous situations. That's why he was always chosen for the most important missions. The Resistance needed capable furs to fight the good fight, and he was just the raccoon for the job. Up until his squad's capture, Jack had accumulated quite a track record for himself over the past few years. Whether it was blowing up supply depots, sabotaging communications lines, or rescuing fellow Resistance fighters, he was usually the one in the field getting it done. In fact, he had just recently been placed at the top of the government's....the enemy's...Most Wanted list. "High Score", he had said when he heard the news, much to the delight and drunken laughter of his comrades.

"W-what are they gonna do to us, Jack?", whimpered a young wolf in the back, his rebel's uniform ripped to shreds, nearly falling apart. He stumbled a bit as another guard nudged him forward with his gun.

"'Keep quiet...', muttered a gruff, but hushed voice to his right. The rhino had a grim look on his face...His body was toned and muscular, but strength alone wouldn't save them now. Nothing would, really. Jack knew that, but didn't have the heart to tell the truth to the only remaining members of his squad.

"No talkin'!", yelled the rhino's guard, an equally burly tiger. To drive the point home he gave the rhino a good whack with the butt of his rifle.

The wolf let out an involuntary sob and stared back down at the floor, not wanting to see what was ahead. His ears were pressed against the back of his head, and a single tear fell down his muzzle.

"Don't worry", said Jack quietly, "We'll get out of this." The raccoon looked back at the wolf and smiled, trying to reassure the poor kid. But when the wolf returned the smile, his face bruised and tear-stricken, Jack quickly turned back, unable to bare it. He held his head low.

What went wrong?....

..................

Gunfire....lots of gunfire.

Bullets whizzed past Jack's head as he and his squad of seven ran for cover. Smoke billowed from the oil depot behind them, blocking out the moon as it neared the horizon. Ahead, the faint glow of the morning's sun was just barely breaking through the branches of a nearby forest, its trees swaying in the pale grey mist of twilight. It was their only hope for making it out alive.

Jack shouted as he felt the heat of a bullet graze his ear. Turning as he ran, he shot wildly at his pursuers with his uzi, not checking to see if he actually hit anyone or not. A soft "Aagh!" caught his attention to his left, where a deer was lurching forward, splaying his arms wide and losing the grip on his weapon. Jack recognized him as one of the new guys on his squad, but didn't break his sprint to help him. There was nothing but survival in his eyes. He couldn't stop. He couldn't think. The sweat pouring down his face into his eyes stung and blurred his vision, but he could see his goal clearly: The forest. The light. It wasn't too far off, no, not at all. They would make it....

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They would make it.

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.................

"Inside", growled one of the guards, as another swiped his security card through a scanner next to a rather imposing door labeled only as "51". A green light flashed on the scanner, and the guard opened the door.

"Move it."

Jack took a deep breath...one glance at his squad and the guards behind him...then walked in. The wolf, with a whimper, followed. So to did the rhino. Only one of the guards tagged along, the big tiger, while the others stood by the door, guns at the ready.

The sheer brightness of the clean, white paneling of Room 51 was enough to make the prisoners squint their eyes as they entered. The room was neat...clinical. Not exactly what Jack was expecting for an interrogation room. Fluorescent lights illuminated three plain chairs which stood at the center. A lone security camera was stationed next to a speaker above the door they came in through. The only other furnishings were the multiple large television screens that hung on the walls, like something out of a sci-fi movie. There were even a few screens on the floor around them. No matter where Jack turned his head, there was a screen waiting for his eyes. It gave him the creeps.

"I'm going to unshackle you," grunted the guard. "Try anything funny, and we'll paint this room red with yer blood." He pointed over his shoulder at the two other guards carrying automatics, who looked more than eager to use them.

Jack gave a stern look at his two comrades, especially the rhino, then nodded at the guard. Maybe if it were just himself captured he'd do it...commit suicide by fighting the guards, hopefully taking out that asshole tiger in the process. But he couldn't ask anymore of his squad to die for him. Even if it might mean torture in the long run. Jack sighed, and waited as the tiger starting unlocking their restraints.

Click.....

Click....

Click....

"Good. Now strip. To your boxers."

The poor wolf stared in disbelief. "What?! Why?!" But Jack wasn't all that surprised....probably meant they were getting ready to do some sort of testing on them, or worse, torture.

"I said strip, maggot!" The tiger yelled, and that was enough to get the wolf fumbling for his trousers and (what remained of) his shirt. Considering how torn up his clothes were, the wolf was able to strip down quickly. He stood there, shivering from the coldness of the manufactured air that blew across his bare, dark grey fur. Jack felt sorry for the kid, as he was looking pretty pathetic right now, just standing there holding himself in nothing but his purple boxer-briefs. It didn't help that there wasn't much meat on his bones either. The wolf was pretty scrawny looking, even with his clothes on. He made a bad choice in deciding to join Jack's group, and now he was paying for it.

The rhino meanwhile huffed in disgust. How much more humiliation would they have to endure before their captors would be satisfied? He gave the tiger the evil eye as threw his vest to the side, and unbuckled his belt. His camos fell to the floor, revealing quite meaty legs, and a nice package stowed away in a pair of polka-dot boxers. The tiger scoffed quietly. He wasn't impressed.

Jack was the last one to strip as his tunic was still buttoned all the way, so it took him a little time before getting down to his underwear. Setting his tunic on the floor, he felt a twinge of pain as the cool air blew across a few of the scars he had gained during the fighting earlier. His chest was bruised, and cut in a few places, but still retained the appearance of a well-maintained body. It certainly had won the favor of quite a few ladies back at home base. Even some of the guys had been eyeing him. The raccoon tried to put thoughts of his current situation aside and instead reminisce on some of the wild nights he had at home, when he wasn't away on a mission. It brought some comfort to him as he pulled his pants down and kicked them off. And there he stood, between his two likewise stripped-down companions, half-naked and completely at the mercy of the guards. It made him sick to think that he was the one who let it come to this.

The tiger waved his gun over towards the set of chairs at the center of the room. "Take a seat and put your hands behind the back's of the chairs."

As Jack walked towards the middle chair, he saw the rhino's eyes darting around the room, probably looking for a way to make a move. Jack could only look away in shame as he sat down without resisting, placing his paws behind the chair like he was instructed. Even now his squad-mates had hope. The only hope the raccoon was holding onto by now was that he wouldn't break before the other two furs beside him. That was the only thing he could do for his friends at this point.

It seemed the rhino had given up any plans of escape, and resigned to his chair to the right of Jack. The wolf then took the chair to the left, constantly glancing over towards his fellow captives, trying to follow their lead. The last thing he wanted to do was anger the guards again.

"Good," the tiger said, and it made the rhino grunt in anger again. He was talking to them like they were being good little pups, following orders. "You're going to be shackled again, and then I wont have to babysit your sorry asses anymore."

"Wh-what's going to happen?", the wolf asked in his best "please don't yell at me again" voice.

The tiger grinned slyly. Jack didn't like it one bit. "The boss'll have a word with you," the tiger said....

"And then you're free to go."

All three of the prisoners had a surprised look on their face.

"Bullshit," claimed Jack. "You've never released anyone from this place. Every one of our men who've come here have never come back."

The tiger chuckled all too knowingly as he started walking out the door. "Who says they wanted to go back?"

And with that, the door was shut and locked, and Jack was left to his thoughts with the hum of fluorescent lights, and the whimpering of the wolf.

......................

They were at the treeline now. The ones who had made it that far, anyway. Jack was pretty sure he had lost another fur during their sprint to the forest, but didn't want to chance taking a look back. So there was what....five of them left now? There was a wolf running to the left of him, and he could hear the huffing of the rhino on their team right behind him. That's all he knew, and that's all he cared to find out. The only thing that mattered was getting to the other side of the forest. They could lose their pursuers and call for back up, if only they could just make it there. Jack's sides were aching. He was in good shape, but he didn't think he had ever run so fast in his life. But he would get there, no matter what. He would get his squad to safety. Even if it killed him.

Unfortunately for the raccoon, he wouldn't be the one taking bullets for his comrades this time.

Jack nearly stumbled as the searing brightness of a searchlight hit his face before sweeping the grounds around him. Somewhere in the maelstrom of gunfire and shouting he could hear the thumping of a military-grade helicopter overhead. Suddenly the raccoon found himself diving for the ground as the tell-tale sign of tracer rounds turned the trees around him into pulp and send dirt flying into the air. He couldn't tell who it was, but somebody else had just been taken out, as blood flew out in all directions, splattering the trees and Jack himself. Every instinct in him demanded to stay the hell down, but part of being a veteran in his line of work came with the ability to ignore those instincts in the heat of battle. With fire in his eyes, and blood on his paws, Jack shambled up, and broke into an all out sprint. They were so close now. So very close. He could at least save four of them. They didn't all have to die here. It didn't have to end like this. No. It just couldn't. It WOULD'NT. No.....No!.....NOOO!

Jack screamed out of rage and terror as he saw two blazing streaks of yellow shoot through the sky towards him. With the shrieking of banshees, the missiles slammed into the forest floor, and Jack was sent flying. Wood, soil, and blood flew in all directions. He landed some yards away with a painful thud, his mind muddled with shell-shock. There was no sound. There was no light beyond the forest. There was only burning, and the barrels of assault rifles staring down at him.

Jack passed out.

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They didn't make it.

.....................

"JACK KRUSE"

Jack shook his head, and looked around the interrogation room. The sound was coming from the speakers right above the door. It was a male voice. Very commanding. The raccoon found it strange that they weren't going to be interrogated in person.

"KYLE WESTON"

The wolf jumped at the sound of his name.

"ZEKE DARROWS"

The rhino remained silent.

"YOU ARE ALL HERE BECAUSE YOU CHOSE A LIFE OF LAWLESSNESS AND VIOLENCE IN THE FACE OF PEACE AND PROSPERITY."

Jack winced. He would fight the interrogation all he could. He'd never tell them anything. He just wished he could yell at an actual fur instead of a loudspeaker. "Fuck you!", he shouted, glaring at the security camera. "You aren't getting shit from me or my boys! So quit wasting everyone's time and skip the bullshit!"

The raccoon's words echoed in the empty room. His chest heaved up and down...finally invigorated. Finally able to fight back the only way he could.

A moment later, the speaker crackled.

"THAT WAS NOT VERY POILITE, JACK. GOOD BOYS DON'T BEHAVE LIKE THAT IN A CIVILIZED SOCIETY."

"Jack's right!," growled Zeke the rhino, "You won't get anything from us!"

"COME NOW, ZEKE. MUST WE BE SO VIOLENT? IF YOU LISTEN AND OBEY, WE CAN SPEED THINGS UP RATHER QUICKLY, AND YOU WONT HAVE TO FORCE OUR HAND."

"Fuck you!", the rhino shouted, pounding his feet on the cold, white floor tiles.

"Y-yeah! Fuck you!"

The wolf's ears pressed down as suddenly everyone was looking at him. He could even feel the "eyes" of the security camera bearing down on his pitiful self.

"YOU TOO, KYLE? SURELY YOU ARE A MUCH NICER BOY THAN THAT. WE CAN MAKE THINGS VERY EASY FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS, KYLE. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO....."

Jack's wince turned into a bitter scowl, his teeth bearing. He knew what the price of their "freedom" would be.

"IS TELL US THE LOCATION OF YOUR OPERATIONS BASE."

Jack and Zeke positively howled with rage. Kyle just looked down at the floor shamefully. If it was just him in this situation, he might've given up the name long ago.

But Jack....Jack wasn't planning on giving anything up. Especially not the location of the Resistance's base. The Resistance was constantly relocating...always aware that their location could be discovered at any moment. But so far, they haven't been caught yet. And Jack was going to make sure they never would be.

"Go to hell! You can shove the bribes up your ass and get right to the torture, 'cuz we'll never give you that. We'd die before that."

"That's right!", Zeke shouted in agreement.

Kyle wasn't so enthusiastic about joining his squad-mates this time around, but he was still determined to hold out as long as he could.

Again, the furs were left in silence. Jack looked over towards Zeke and gave him a confident nod. He then turned towards Kyle, and tried to smile reassuringly. Kyle didn't seem to notice, though...instead keeping his head low. Jack frowned. He knew he could count on himself and Zeke to hold the line and keep their mouths shut. He just hoped that Kyle could find the strength in him to resist the coming torture as well.

Suddenly, the furs were covered in the faint, but growing glow of colors as the television screens began to turn on, one by one. The screens were still coming into focus, but Jack could begin to make out a series of distinct colors, flashing in some sort of pattern.

"VERY WELL," crackled the speaker, " WE WILL GET THE INFORMATION WE NEED REGARDLESS OF THE TIME IT TAKES FOR YOU TO COOPERATE."

Kyle's eyes darted as screen after screen came on, beginning to glow with bright, swirling colors. He jumped as a screen turned on right next to him, and yet another right below him! He didn't even notice that one before! "W-what's going on!", he cried out, "I-I want out!"

"IN ORDER FOR THERE TO BE PEACE IN OUR SOCIETY, WE MUST ELIMINATE THE VIOLENCE."

Jack growled, but mostly out of frustration. He really had no idea what was going on right now. And that scared the hell out of him.

"YOU HAVE ALL BEEN VERY BAD BOYS."

Zeke struggled against his restraints. He felt humiliated....first stripped, and then called a "bad boy". What the hell is this?!

"NOW JUST LISTEN...."

Kyle whimpered.

"...AND OBEY...."

Jack swore at the speaker, trying to shout over the commanding voice of the mysterious woman telling them to obey.

"SO YOU CAN BECOME GOOD BOYS."

The room went silent again as the speaker clicked off. Jack looked around frantically, trying to figure out what was going on. The lights above them began to dim, and soon the furs were bathed in the glow of a rainbow of colors coming from the screens all around them. Their breathing was hushed and alert, as they tried to understand what it all meant.

Looking at a large screen directly ahead of him, Jack narrowed his eyes, wondering what exactly he was looking at. Rings of blues, yellows, greens, and purples radiated outward from a central point, repeating endlessly in a vibrant tunnel of relaxing colors. Jack had been trained on how to resist interrogation techniques...but he never heard of anything like this before! He felt his eyes relax slightly as he continued trying to study the various screens around him. Everyone of them glowed with the same, alluring pattern of colors. He cast a quick glance over at the camera and speakers....his captors were no doubt still watching, but what were they waiting for?

"Wh...wha?"

Jack turned his attention to the young wolf to his left.

Kyle seemed surprisingly relaxed, considering their situation, and how jumpy he usually was. "What's going on, sir?" he asked the raccoon, almost sleepily. It took him a moment to drag his eyes away from the screens, before looking over towards his squad leader.

Jack wished he could give the wolf a truthful answer, but he still had no idea what was going on. He shifted in his shackles. "I...I don't know yet. Just...stay calm, and remember what we're fighting for."

Kyle nodded vaguely, and turned his attention over towards a screen to his left.

Jack, meanwhile, turned to face the rhino. "You ever seen anything like this, Zeke?"

Zeke's mouth was ajar slightly, and his head was bowed, focusing all attention on the screen immediately to his right. Suddenly, he shook his head, blinked, and answered Jack. "No idea...sure is, uh...pretty, though, don't ya think?"

Jack titled his head in confusion. "Huh?"

Zeke's eyes kept drifting towards a screen above Jack's head, but he knew better than to ignore his commanding officer. "Compared to the rest of this place I mean. Its a nice change, is all I'm saying." Jack sighed, still not satisfied. "Well, keep your eyes open. Something isn't right here....I've got a bad feeling about this."

Zeke grunted in agreement and gave his squad leader a reassuring grin as the pulsating colors gleamed off of his horn. "Don't worry. You can count on me."

Jack spun his head around the moment he heard the speakers click on again. Maybe they would let on to whatever game they were playing.

"LISTEN...", the voice said,

"AND OBEY."

Just as suddenly as the speakers came on, they were silenced with a quiet "click". Jack frowned. Was that it? No questions? No threats? He held his head low, deep in thought. Something was definitely off about this. About that voice....and about those screens.

A few minutes passed by....maybe three....maybe five, Jack judged. And still no change. They were still shackled to their chairs, basking in the relaxing, but odd glow of those colors. Blue, yellow, green, purple....over and over. Jack supposed the rhino was right....they were rather interesting to look at. Nicer than the white floor tiles anyway. But he still felt frustrated, waiting for something to happen. This wasn't how interrogations were supposed to go.

Jack glanced over at Zeke, checking up on him. The rhino remained quiet, gazing into the colors of the screen closest to him, taking his eyes away only to look at a different screen. Jack felt like saying something....he didn't like the look in the rhino's eyes. They looked too...distant....too relaxed. They weren't filled with the usual vigor that was so characteristic of Zeke. Jack opened his mouth, trying to think of what to say.

"Hey, uh....just think of home. Think of what you signed up for."

Zeke nodded absentmindedly, still focused on the beautiful tunnel of colors. "Uh-huh."

Alright, this is just weird, Jack thought to himself. He sighed, resting his eyes on a screen behind Zeke's back as he tried to think of what else he could say to capture the attention of his brother in arms. His thoughts were focused on Zeke at first, but in looking at the screen, he felt everything just....melt away. His expression was blank, like he had just lost his train of thought. It took the raccoon a few seconds before shaking the dullness of his mind off.

Jack brought his eyes up towards the rhino again as a smile formed on his muzzle. "Think about all those wild girls back home, Zeke. Fight...whatever they're going to do to us. Fight it for them." Jack's smile widened slightly as the rhino turned away from his screen for once. Heh, that got his attention.

Zeke returned the coon's smile with an almost drunken grin. His eyes fluttered, and it took him a second to focus properly on Jack. "Hehe...you said it". Zeke licked his lips and shifted his legs. "Boy I'd like to fuck one of them pussies right now."

Jack blinked, not quite sure how to respond. He looked over his companion, wondering if he had been injected with drugs by the guards at some point, possibly when they were shackled to the chairs. The rhino certainly looked stoned. He looked calm, happy....giddy, almost. And something about the way he let his tongue out when he talked about fucking some of the girls back home made Jack feel a bit creeped out. Jack knew Zeke was a ladies' man, but he was never this blunt about it.

"Uh....Zeke?"

Snapping out of it, Zeke coughed and blushed (something that Jack never thought was possible).

"Erhm...sorry. I just....I mean...uh, sorry, I don't really know what got into me."

"Its fine", Jack assured him, "its just....are you alright? You look a little out of it, buddy."

Zeke blinked, and stared at a screen beyond Jack.

Jack started to glance over towards a screen as well, but shook his head, and remained focused on Zeke.

Zeke's mouth opened again absentmindedly, having forgotten Jack was there, apparently.

Zeke started with a jump, like a schoolkid who was caught daydreaming in class. "Wha-?! Oh! Sorry, Jack! Um...heh...uh...what was it you..." The rhino's train of thought was almost derailed yet again by the colors, but he regained his awareness for the time being. "what was it you asked me again?"

Jack just....stared at his teammate. Something was wrong with him. Very wrong, but he couldn't tell what. The only thing their captors were doing to them was playing a video of some pulsating colors...pretty colors, at that, but still....they were just colors. Furs don't get...weird like this just by staring at some colors. There's gotta be something more going on here....

"I said....are you okay, Zeke? You're not acting like yourself. I can't have you losing your concentration on me now."

Zeke took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Letting out that breath, he opened his eyes, and, getting distracted slightly by a screen for a second, turned back towards Jack. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm good. Feel....great, in fact. I think we're gonna make it, Jack. I feel good about this."

Jack sighed again, and faced forward. He certainly didn't feel good about any of this. What had put Zeke in such a, uh....cheerful mood?

Suddenly the speakers crackled with life.

"LISTEN...."

"AND OBEY."

Jack looked up at the security camera, and felt like screaming at it, but the colorful screen next to it somehow took the fight out of him. "F-fuck you....", was all he ended up saying.

The speaker shut off again, and Jack was left staring at those familiar colors. Something about that voice.....But before he could think anything more on the subject, e felt his face flush red...for some odd reason. His body suddenly felt very warm, even though the room was chillingly cold. It was a nice sensation, really. And while Jack felt guilty for feeling even the tiniest bit relaxed at the moment, he couldn't deny a certain....warm comfort the room was making him feel. It was like Zeke said....the soreness he had felt earlier, the humiliation of being stripped...it all felt like it was melting away.

Melting away....

Wait, no! He had to concentrate. This...this wasn't right. Jack HAD to fight this. He just had t-

"S-sir...?"

Jack turned towards the weak voice that had called out to him, and his mouth fell in horror. Kyle the wolf, so young...so impressionable, stared straight ahead at one of the screens, his face fixed in a sort of wondrous, curious expression. It made Jack shiver.

"I feel kinda....funny," the wolf said, shifting in his seat. He turned towards Jack, losing some of the awe-filled expression he had earlier, instead looking somewhat worried, but strangely excited. It reminded Jack of the look his son had on his face the first time he rode a roller-coaster. Back when there were such things as amusement parks, anyway.

"What...do you mean, kiddo?" Jack asked, then shook his head. That was what he used to call his son. This room must be getting to him....

Kyle blinked, those wonderful colors reflecting off of his eyes. To Jack it almost looked like those eyes were projecting the color themselves, but he blinked, and brought himself back to reality. "I don't really know sir, I just feel..." Kyle turned back to the screen he was looking at before. "Warm....and oooh....t-tingly." The wolf squeezed his legs shut, then opened them again, squirming in his seat.

Jack sighed and shook his head, not really knowing what to say. He glanced toward a screen beyond the wolf suspiciously, and quickly looked away in fear. He knew what the wolf meant now. It worried him greatly, especially because he was starting to feel it himself. Warm....tingly.....a small feeling in the background, but it was definitely there. Jack didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the warmth, or being tied up, or feeling the cool air blow through his boxers. Whatever it was....this room....those colors...were starting to make him feel aroused.

"YOU'RE STARTING TO FEEL IT NOW, AREN'T YOU, BOYS?"

Kyle nodded absentmindedly.

Zeke just stared into a screen to his right.

Jack squinted his eyes shut, trying to resist. "What the hell are you doing to my friends, you sick son of a-"

"OBEY"

Jack opened his eyes without thinking. Those lovely colors were, of course, there to greet him. Caress him...Damn it, why did that voice sound so FAMILIAR?!

"YOU WILL TELL US THE LOCATION OF YOUR BASE."

Kyle moaned, leaning back in his chair. Jack looked on in horror as he could see an obvious bulge start to form in the wolf's boxer-briefs.

He turned to Zeke, who, thankfully, had stopped staring at the screens, and was whispering to himself quietly, fighting the strange feelings in his mind.

"I don't know how you're doing this, but I promise you," It took some effort for Jack to shout...each word using an alarming amount of energy of out him. "You wont....win, you bastar-......" Jack's lips stopped moving...it was just too much work. His chest heaved as if from exhaustion as he stared angrily at the spiraling colors.

"LISTEN...", said the voice

"AND OBEY."

The speakers clicked off.

Jack cursed softly, a bead of sweat starting to form on his brow. It was getting harder to think, and it was all to hot in here.

"Kyle...", the coon said, tilting his head towards the wolf, but keeping his eyes on the colors. It was getting harder to resist...

"Stay with me here. I know how they're making you feel, but you've got to FIGHT it."

Kyle didn't respond, at least not right away. For a moment the room was silent, save for the increasingly heavy breaths of its occupants. The silence was broken by a moan....not a quiet, shy moan, but a loud, lust-filled moan. Jack felt his groin stir pleasurably....memories of passionate nights back home coming to mind, no doubt made more vivid by the colors.

Kyle... poor, innocent Kyle, sat there, legs spread, staring dumbly ahead at the colors. A goofy smile was on his face, like a kid in a candy shop, and the bulge in his underwear was now sporting a growing damp spot on the tip. Slowly, he began to buck his hips...his eyes now glowing radiantly with the same spiral colors that filled every corner of the room.

"No.....please no...", whispered Jack. A tear fell from the coon's eyes, and mixed with the sweat on his face. He was losing another member of his squad. Worse....much worse.....he felt turned on by it.

Jack was prepared for insults, threats, pain....but never in his life would he have expected something like this.

"Zeke...", he said, turning to what may be his last remaining squad member.

"Please tell me you're still with me."

Zeke grunted vaguely. His mouth was open...drool, forming a pool at the corner of his lips.

"I'm....tryin', boss," the muscular rhino said quietly. His ears twitched, and his muscles flexed....but Jack could see Zeke's cock starting to grow hard, poking out from one of the legs of his boxers.

"Zeke, no....", Jack sighed. "You're stronger than this...you...."

Zeke grunted...and almost moaned.

"You...you've got to be stronger!"

The rhino mumbled....the bulge in his boxers growing larger by the second. His lips were moving, but Jack couldn't make out what he was saying. Or maybe he could, and he was too busy being distracted by the rhino's rather large, enticing cock....

"Zeke....Zeke! Can you hear me?"

Zeke turned...a dumb smile on his face, but contorted in a way that made it almost look like a grimace. His eyes reflected spiral after spiral of color, which seemed to gain speed the more aroused the captives became. "I'm trying, Jack...its.....so hard. Ughh......" Zeke's eyes closed briefly as he let out a moan, spreading his legs wider.

"No...just....no", groaned Jack. This can't be happening....not to his squad....not to him.

At the same time, Kyle was moaning to his left. Jack glanced, with increasing arousal much to his dismay, at the wolf's cock sticking proudly out of his purple boxer-briefs. A trail of pre-cum flowed freely from his tip, trailing down his leg. His face seemed to be in a state of intense euphoria, and for a moment, Jack was almost jealous. His own cock twitched, but he didn't seem to notice.

Any jealousy the raccoon felt at the time vanished the instant the speaker clicked on again.

"KYLE WESTON," the voice rang out...echoing in the room, mixing with the moans of the three males.

Jack turned quickly to the wolf. Whatever they were planning....it seemed to be leading up to-

"OBEY!"

The young wolf buckled in his chair, , moaning, his eyes twitching as blues, greens, and yellows swirled rapidly within them. "No!" Jack shouted, but he couldn't stop it. Kyle's cock twitched, and he giggled wildly as cum, ropes of the stuff, spat out in thick bursts, flying everywhere. Jack could only watch, angry, terrified, and aroused, as his squad-mate groaned in uncontainable pleasure.

Lustful moans, squirming, twitching, as wolf spunk splattered onto one of the screens on the floor. It was nearly a minute before the wolf had finally cooled down from what was no doubt the most explosive orgasm of his life....and Jack was left staring at the aftermath. Cum, everywhere, his friend covered in it, yet still smiling stupidly to himself as if nothing had ever happened. It was horrible....and so goddamn arousing.

Jack bellowed a half-sob-half moan, seeing whatever remained of his squad-mate get drained out of him before his eyes. Kyle was just a drone now....his personality stripped away along with his dignity.

"GOOD BOY", the speaker said, without emotion.

The raccoon roared with fury. "You sick bastards!....What have you done?!" He struggled against his bonds, rattling his chair, but they gave no sign of loosening up. "I'll!.....I'll....oh fuck". Jack let out a stubborn moan as he felt his cock grow hard against his will. The colors assaulted his mind....relaxing him....then making him tingle all over, feeling warm...hot....horny. It was unbearable.

"ZEKE DARROWS"

Jack jumped...he must've gotten lost in the pleasure not to hear the intercom click.

"Zeke!", he shouted, turning urgently towards the last of his squad. "Zeke, for the love of God..."

The rhino turned slowly....the colors of Interrogation Room 51 glowing brilliantly from his eyes, and starting to seep into Jack's as he looked on at his defeated comrade. "Jack....", he said, fighting to keep from smiling that strange, drunken grin that seemed to plaster itself over the faces of the fallen.

"I'm.....sorry."

"OBEY!"

The rhino's cock, still trapped under the leg of his boxers, spasmed once, twice, and then let loose a thick gob of rhino cum. Zeke groaned, his arms twitching behind his chair, as he grinned into the nearest screen that caught his eye. Again Jack was left unable to do anything....

"Zeke, please.....", he cried, a tear streaming down his dirt-stained cheek. His own cock twitched once more, growing harder, and starting to leak pre cum, staining his boxers.

Zeke huffed as the final few spats of cum streaked down his leg, forming a puddle at his feet.

"GOOD BOY"

Jack cried out in rage....It had all happened so fast. It only felt like a few minutes had passed since he had left the base with his squad of seven. Now here he was....all alone, in a cum-stained interrogation room, the only one left, and it was all his fault. If only he had made it....If only they had made it.

"JACK KRUSE"

Jack cried....he wasn't paying attention anymore. What's the point? He had lost. He had failed...his squad....The Resistance. Everything. They would no doubt get the location of the base soon, and who knows what would become of the three of them.

Stifling a sob, Jack opened his eyes, and gazed upon the colors. His head swam with emotions. Fear....Guilt....Calm....Arousal. He could feel his cock jump in anticipation of what he knows would be coming next. Pure euphoria....but at the cost of his soul.

Green....Blue....Yellow...Red....Green...Blue....

Jack felt his mind become heavier and heavier. His eyes must be like the others' now....he certainly felt as horny as them. It was over....

"OBEY!"

..............

"Jack!....Jack, come on!"

Jack's eyes fluttered as he stared ahead. The colors were there, as always....but....Wait! There......in front of him...just within reach....

light.....Sunlight!

He was standing in the forest! He....He made it! The light was just ahead....he just had to keep running!

Turning to either side were his friends....Kyle....Zeke....both had the same, happy expression on there face. The coon smiled with them, because he knew he was going to make it home, and so would they. Just a little further....one last run....

Light enveloped the trio, and Jack cried with happiness...euphoria. No more pain. No more guilt. Just....happiness. Pleasure.

They did it. They really did it.

Jack embraced his friends and fondled them....he didn't really no why, but it felt right at the time.

They made it home....

.......

"GOOD BOY", said the speaker, to a room filled with former rebels, cumming at the state's will.

A muscular bull, clad in a white lab overcoat, stared at his captors from behind a two-way mirror and grinned, taking his finger off the intercom's "speak" button, and dragging his hands down to his groin to tease his rock-hard erection. They had been in session for about two hours or so, and while the prisoners may have had the pleasure of experiencing a number of orgasms, the Warden of the state's experimental Corrections facility, meanwhile, had not.

"Excellent work, everyone," the bull said, turning towards the staff behind him, all of whom were pleasuring themselves with distant expressions on their faces.....eyes filled with spiraling blues, greens, and yellows. The tiger guard who had escorted the group earlier was receiving a blowjob from one of the Warden's assistants while he stroked off another male.

"My boss will be pleased to hear that we've corrected the "notorious" Jack Kruse. I think that he will find my new technology to be rather....convincing, don't you think?"

The others all nodded enthusiastically.

"Haha, indeed", the bull chuckled, unzipping his slacks, and lowering his briefs.

"Now", he said, stroking his massive cock with a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You've all been very....Good Boys."