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Sonic: Sally's Quest Chapter 2: The Mansion District

"Turn left there. Then a second right. When you get to the intersection, there is a pile of debris. Hide behind it."

"Got it," Sally whispered. Her booted feet pounded the ground as she ran as fast as she could. Her chest heaved as her breath quickened, having spent almost the last hour running. Her brown fur was streaked with grime and dirt. As soon as she had escaped from the prison building with Ivo's help, she had stripped out of the uniform. As she had thought earlier, being nude was much more comfortable than wearing the clothes. It wasn't the fact that she disliked being dressed, but more the fact that she had some sort of instinctive revulsion to those specific clothes.

Unfortunately, Sally had to keep the boots. The city's streets were strewn with debris, broken glass, shards of metal and worse. It was better to wear the ugly, heavy-treaded things than pierce her foot on something.

As Sally made the second turn, running as fast as she could, her shaft swayed pendulously with every step she took. It hadn't returned to her sheath at all. She had asked Ivo about it, and he had explained again that it was a side effect of the memory wipe. He advised her to ignore it and keep moving.

Sally skidded to a halt behind a pile of rusted metal by the side of the road. Sure enough, it was a safe spot, keeping her hidden from view. It was lucky too, as it was at that moment that a patrol marched by. Sally held her breath, peering out through a hole in the pile.

They were more of Warden Rose's prison guards. All of them wore the same red shirt and black pants, carrying weapons. This was the seventh patrol she had come across in her escape, and having overheard many of the soldiers talking, there was no doubt that they were looking for her. Sally guessed Warden Rose was not too happy that she had escaped. The squirrel decided that it would be in her best interest to avoid capture; she didn't want to know what the Warden had in store for her.

The patrol passed, murmuring softly into their own communicators about how the block was clear. Sally exhaled softly, relieved they had not noticed her.

"All clear," she whispered into her own earbud.

"Take a left, then enter the building. Go up to the fourth floor and enter the third door on your right," instructed Ivo. Sally frowned.

"Are you leading me to you?" she asked. Ivo chuckled.

"No, dear. The city is extremely large, and I am very far away from you. If you are lucky, and you manage to recover enough memory disks, then maybe I will see you. I am directing you to a safehouse."

"A safehouse?" Sally asked, vaulting over an overturned car in the path.

"A small apartment that no one knows about. My agents set it up for you. You'll be able to rest and recover from your ordeal there until you are ready for the next leg of your journey."

Sally frowned and opened the door to a large building made of worn and cracked concrete and brick. The inside of the building was just as dilapidated as the outside. Dust, dirt, and debris covered almost every surface of what once, years ago, might have been a fairly pretty hotel. Sally did not recognize it as such, of course, with no memory of what a hotel even was.

She climbed the stairs, having to scramble across debris, leap across gaps, and even run clean across a wall at once point to make her way up. She followed the fourth floor hallway and found the door. Gripping the handle, she turned it and it opened easily.

The room inside was clean and pristine in contrast to the rest of the building. The lights were on, bathing the room in a soft, white glow. It wasn't decorated as such, but the wallpaper in the room wasn't peeling like the rest of the building, and the curtains were intact. A bed sat in the corner of the room, clean sheets and several warm-looking blankets on top, along with puffy pillows. Sally walked in cautiously, the carpet under her boots muffling her footsteps.

"Close the door and press the green button on the keypad, then the blue."

Sally nodded and turned around, shutting the door. As she pressed the buttons, a rapid series of about a dozen clicks, clanks, and clangs sounded. Looking up at the security camera in the corner of the ceiling, she raised an eyebrow.

"The best security I can provide. No troops will be able to break into this room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all reinforced with steel, and that door is impenetrable. A bomb could hit the building and the room would remain untouched. You can rest here. The plumbing is functioning, with hot and cold water, and the refrigerator in the corner is fully stocked. There is a cooking element on the table to heat the food," Ivo explained. Again, Sally had the nagging feeling something wasn't right about this. How did Ivo manage to hook up all the amenities in a hostile city? She almost asked, but decided to refrain. She was exhausted and needed time to process everything she had learned about herself and her situation. She could ask later.

"Thanks..." she murmured, slumping into a chair.

"I will shut off the communications channel for now, Sally. There is a red button on the wall to your right. If there is an emergency, hit that, and I will do my best to aid you. Other than that, eat, clean yourself, and sleep. We begin the second part of your journey tomorrow."

With that, Sally heard a faint click as the channel closed. She pulled the earbud out and set it on a nightstand next to the bed with a sigh. Fully aware the security camera was on the whole time, she could not allow herself to relax entirely, but she let much of the tension wash away.

Exploring the room further, she found a small bathroom in the back. Thankfully, whatever mindwipe she had undergone had not erased the function of a bathroom from her memories. She eagerly turned on the shower, delighting at the rush of steaming-hot water that rained down out of the showerhead.

She only took the time to strip out of the boots (tossing them into a dark corner of the room so she did not have to look at them) before she climbed into the heated water. She gasped in pleasure as it tingled her skin, soaking down her fur, washing away the dirt, grime, and cum that had built up. Exploring about, she found a soap dispenser which poured a rich, creamy lather into her paws. She eagerly worked it into her fur, moaning and gasping just at the sensation of getting herself clean. Whatever this city was, it was filthy, impossible to move around without getting coated in oil, grease, dirt, dust, and grime of assorted provenance.

As she methodically cleaned herself, Sally began to review everything she had learned, wanting to keep track. She was a female squirrel (...chipmunk? ...Both?) named Princess Sally Acorn. She had no idea what she was a princess OF, but that could wait. She had all her memories erased. She was in a city ruled by an evil Master. The Master was responsible for kidnapping her and wiping her memories, wanting to use her as his most prized minion. The memories were now on discs scattered around the city, in the possession of his other minions. She defeated Warden Rose and retrieved the first disc (stowed safely in the belt she had kept from the uniform). A mysterious man named Ivo who somehow had broken into all of the city's security systems was aiding her escape.

...It did not add up. It didn't make sense. Sally had known something was wrong from the minute she woke up, and the more she learned, the more things were not falling into place. Why would the Master keep her memories and give them to his Guardians? Why not just dispose of them altogether, if he intended her to become his next pet? How did Ivo break into the city so deeply, and how did he have this safehouse set up?

Sally resolved not to trust Ivo too deeply. Right now, following his instructions was the only choice she had, but she knew there was something strange going on.

She broke out of her reverie as her soapy palm came into contact with something steel-hard, hot, and pulsing. Sally blushed, glancing down as she realized that she had grown erect once more just from cleaning herself.

Taking a quick glance to scan for cameras, she determined that Ivo had left the bathroom unwatched, to her relief. For some reason she did not want him watching her while she was in there.

Sally remained fascinated by what had occurred earlier with Rose. It was the most pleasurable thing she could imagine, feeling her penis twitch and spasm, pumping burst after burst of that thick white... cum, she had called it? Sally wanted desperately to feel that again. While she did not remember much of what happened while she was under Rose's control, she seemed to remember something...

Experimenting, Sally wrapped her hand around her erection and slowly peeled down the foreskin, exposing the head. Instantly, a jolt of pleasure rushed through her as her member twitched. She rolled it back up, pushing and squeezing along the length, moaning as a second wave of delight tingled down her spine. She began to repeat the process, gasping as her hand slid up and down her cock, squeezing and stroking.

It only took a few moments of this, before Sally felt a feeling like something was welling up inside her member. She panted, arching her back, expecting the eruption of rich white cream. Instead, she got a sticky, syrupy spurt of clear fluid that splashed the shower wall and washed away unseen. Confused, Sally looked down, wondering what that was. It was pleasurable, sure, but it wasn't the divine, rapturous ecstasy she had experienced earlier.

Further stroking brought more pleasure and more of the clear stuff (which Sally remembered was called precum, for some reason) oozed and dripped from the head of her shaft. Sally frowned, feeling disappointed. She wondered why the real pleasure wasn't coming. Was she doing something wrong? Was there something she didn't know?

Sally thought back to the entire encounter with Rose and even the badger she had seen earlier. Her free hand slid between her inner thighs, caressing her vulva. She traced the mound, sliding her fingers around, before slowly and gently rubbing against her clitoris. Sally gasped, her inner muscles spasming at the touch.

The Princess huffed softly, letting the hot water pour down her body, helping to lubricate her strokes as she caressed her member faster, feverishly rubbing her clitoris. Her hips began to thrust on their own, sharp, short little jerks that made her shaft bob up and down.

Sally bit her lip, shivering. Her arms were starting to ache a little, but despite herself, she couldn't stop. She wasn't sure she was accomplishing anything, but she needed to continue. She panted, moaning as the steaming water pounded down upon her, making her tingle in delight. She stroked faster, a satisfying slapping noise filling the air as wet fur slid across steel-hard flesh.

With no warning, something changed. It was as if her body had locked up. She couldn't move. A pressure built deep in her loins, welling up with immense force. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as pleasure radiated from her groin to spread through her entire body in a blazing hot wave.

Then came what she had wanted all along. A sensation like a burning hot ache, but pleasurable, oh, so pleasurable. It rushed up each and every inch of her shaft and she could feel her member convulse. At the peak of delight, a thick spray of white liquid erupted from the head of her shaft and splattered loudly against the shower wall. Sally moaned, watching in fascination as her cock jerked over and over, unleashing hot, pearly ropes of cum into the air. Her hips bucked on their own, thrusting her shaft forward like a spear again and again.

"Agh! Ahnnn! Hahhh!!!" Sally whimpered, unable to stop herself from vocalizing her ecstasy, "Sssssss... Soooooonnnnnn...."

She blinked momentarily, confused. She had been about to moan something, but she didn't know what. It was just something that came to her lips as naturally as breathing did. She tried to wrack her brain, to remember that word... but then the next ejaculation began and she forgot.

Time seemed to slip away from Sally as she slumped to her knees, sobbing and moaning in joy. Her body writhed and spasmed and thrust as gush after gush erupted from her cock, splattering herself and the shower wall. Her eyes closed as she savored the sensation, her mind blank with ecstasy. It was the most sublime feeling she could imagine, her mind and body both exploding over and over.

Sally came to an indeterminate time later, slumped against the shower wall. The water had lost its heat. Sally groaned softly, shaking her head in a daze. Despite the lukewarm water raining down, she felt suffused with a warm glow that felt wonderful. Her member was still twitching and spasming, drooling a steady flow of the thick white stuff down into the drain. The shower wall was streaked with trails of the goo.

Curious, Sally wiped a dollop off the wall and sniffed it, before licking it off her finger. Salty-sweet tanginess filled her mouth. She found it delicious. Again, words popped into her head, like "cum," "semen," "spunk." Sadly, as she had come to expect, knowledge of what something was called did not come with the knowledge of what it was for.

Savoring the last tingles of her.... "orgasm?" ...Sally climbed to her feet and began to wash herself clean again, rinsing her fur out. She shut the water off, staggering out of the stall. Grabbing some towels, she began to dry herself as much as she could, sighing softly.

She staggered back into the main room. She was hungry and tired and for a few moments, she wavered between going towards the fridge and the bed. In the end, the need for sleep overwhelmed her need to eat, and she practically fell face forward onto the mattress. Sally struggled, forcing herself to make the immense effort to slip underneath the covers, and then she knew nothing more. Blackness took her into its warm embrace and she let it consume her.

*****

As Sally slumbered, two pairs of eyes watched her. A pair of red eyes with a black sclera glared down at the teenager malevolently and thoughtfully, as if viewing a particularly versatile tool. The other were deep blue with normal whites, and had a much more sympathetic and gentle cast to them.

"Hrmph. Looks like your mindwipe wasn't as effective as you thought it was. She still remembers him," Nicole said, a hint of smugness creeping into her voice.

"No she doesn't. That was just the shadow of a shadow of a memory, if that. I doubt she has any idea of what she was babbling while she indulged in that primitive carnality," replied Robotnik disdainfully.

"You don't understand the power that love brings. It can even transcend memory, Robotnik. Then again, if you understood love or ANY positive emotion, you wouldn't be the monster you are..." Nicole growled. Robotnik glanced over his shoulder, noting that Nicole had intruded further into his systems than before. He tapped in a few commands into his chair's computer, calling up a series of new encrypted firewalls around Nicole to slow her progress.

"...Well, THAT was petty," Nicole said with a hint of snark, "Did I hit a nerve?"

"If I were being petty, I would have turned down your volume or muted you so I wouldn't have to listen to you babble on about how friendship is magical, rainbows, and ponies all day. And don't tempt me to start being petty. After all, what fun is a game when one of the other players can't voice their outrage when the other wins?" Robotnik replied lightly.

Nicole crossed her arms in annoyance, already routing her subroutines to attempt to crack the firewalls as she said, "...So what's next?"

"Next, I prepare our Princess for the next stage of the game... The Mansion District. I don't imagine she'll have too much trouble there, to be fair... but you never know..." said the man, smirking. He began to type commands into his console.

As Sally slumbered peacefully, robotic arms extended from the headboard of the bed. One ended in a television screen, the other in a pair of earphones. The earphones slipped gently over Sally's triangular ears, beginning to play a loud subsonic buzz. The Princess's eyes shot open in surprise to be met by a whirling, dizzying swirl of color and light as the screen filled her vision. There was a moment of struggle, of attempt to escape, but Sally's movements calmed. Her breathing slowed and then she slumped back onto the pillow, motionless.

"Obey and listen, Sally..." Robotnik murmured into the microphone...

*****

Clean. That's what defined her now. Her job was to clean. Her mind was clean of all thoughts. Her body was clean and dressed immaculately.

Sally frowned momentarily as she moved to the next statue, using the feather duster to brush away the slight coating of dust that had gathered on it. Something was wrong with her life. But that was impossible.

She passed in front of a mirror and frowned sleepily. As she dusted it off, she looked at herself. She was wearing a pink maid's uniform. A short dress that only barely came down to her thighs covered her body, puffy sleeves covering her shoulders. A lacy white corset wrapped around her waist, tied up with a pink ribbon. Pink stockings covered her feet, with lacy garters keeping the socks up. Soft, rosy gloves covered her hands, up to the elbows. A maid's lace headband was tied into her hair. Her blue eyes were glassy and empty, like they were supposed to be, and bright pink lipstick coated her lips, lending them a sumptuous look.

Her erection lifted the front of her skirt dramatically, as it did with most of her fellow servants, male and female alike. The General liked it when his servants were so aroused that they felt they might burst, but were unable to do anything about it. Without another thought, she moved on from the mirror, having cleaned it properly.

"...Sally, can you hear me?"

Sally blinked and stopped cleaning as she looked around. Someone had spoken to her. She frowned for a moment before returning to her duties. She had to clean this entire hallway within the hour, or she would be punished and not allowed to cum for a week. Considering the arousal she was dealing with, the punishment was the lesser fear in her blank mind.

"Sally, you are currently in a deep hypnotic trance. You think you are a maid, but you are not. While you were sleeping last night, I used a device to place you deep into a suggestible slumber and convinced you that you were a maid working for General D'Coolette in the Mansion District. Say 'yes' if you understand."

Sally did not know where the voice came from, but she understood its words as she replied with a quiet, "Yes."

"Do you remember my voice?"

"...Yes... Ivo."

"Good. Now, I will free you from your trance later, but for now you must listen and obey my commands."

Sally tilted her head in confusion. She obeyed the general and was under his power, but this voice had some greater authority over her. She hesitated, torn between her two loyalties, before she nodded slowly, unable to resist the voice in her ear.

"...Yes, I listen and obey," she replied quietly.

"Good. Now, the layout of the General's mansion has been programmed into your subconscious. You need to go to the..."

At that moment, there was a loud burst of static that caused Sally to drop her feather duster and wince, slapping a hand to her ear. It went on for a second or so, before fading out. Sally blinked, slightly stunned by the sudden noise. The strange thing was that she could have sworn she had heard a voice in the static saying her name... and it wasn't Ivo's voice. She shook her head, already forgetting the incident had ever happened as she picked up the duster, returning to work.

"...Sally, my apologies for that. I am still having interference. Now, you need to go to General D'Coolette's study. You know where that is. Clean in there, and try to find your memory disk. It may be hidden somewhere in that room."

Sally frowned. She wasn't allowed in the General's study. No one was, without his permission.

"You told me you would obey. You aren't a liar, dear, and you are entirely under my power. Now go."

The squirrel turned without a thought. Ivo was right. She was entirely under his power, unable to resist his commands. It felt too good to obey him to even try.

Sally walked, letting her subconscious mind guide her, as she somehow already knew the path. She let herself drift, her mind blissfully blank and empty. She could swear she had felt something like this before, but she could not bring herself to remember. Remembering was thinking, and thinking was bad. Obeying without thinking was much better. It sent tingles down her spine, made her inner thighs damp, and her shaft twitch.

She passed several other Mobians on her way to the study, all of whom shared her empty gaze and frilly dress. Males, females, and those in between, all wore the same maid uniforms; although in a variety of colors. All of them shared the same arousal Sally did, and it was not unusual for the Princess to hear a gasp of pleasure and the wet splatter of thick liquid against a wall or the ground.

Sally walked into the main hall of the mansion and turned towards the stairs. If she had been conscious, she would have simultaneously marveled at and been repulsed by the wealth on display. Gilded statues stood everywhere, many bearing the same strange egg-symbol that the soldiers had been wearing. The columns supporting the ceiling were marble, lined with etchings in silver and gold. The banister for the stairs that Sally was climbing seemed to be made of a single piece of pure platinum. On top of all of that, the building was absolutely immaculate, not a speck of dust or dirt, or even a fingerprint smudging anything. Considering the population was made up mostly of hypnotized servants and cleaning staff, this was less than surprising.

None of this registered for Sally, though. She was virtually sleepwalking and only noticed the slow, steady click of her shoes on the polished marble floor. She followed a path laid out by her subconscious mind; not really directed by thought, but more by simply letting her feet carry her to her destination.

As she walked, Ivo spoke, "General D'Coolette is one of the Master's tactical advisors. He also runs this sector of the city, the Mansion District. Before the Master took over, this was where some of the wealthiest members of society lived. Now, it's little more than a place for him to store the wealth he has acquired from his conquests, as well as a home for some of his more favored subjects. Most of the citizens, like yourself, are hypnotized into being slaves, servants... and specifically maids. The only way to get you inside the General's mansion was to make you into one of them."

Sally did not respond. She did not care about anything that Ivo was saying. She did not care about much of anything other than obedience to his commands.

It didn't take long before she found herself in front of a massive golden door. She reached down and tried the handle. It turned a quarter-inch, but then stopped. Sally tried again, and again, but the handle would not turn.

"The door must be locked, Sally. You have the means to open it. Behind your right ear."

Sally reached up and felt behind her triangular ear, brushing her fingers through the fur. She felt something hard there, her brow furrowing in dull surprise. She pulled a hairpin from behind there, holding it in the palm of her hand. The squirrel examined it for a few moments, her dulled mind registering what it was.

"Use it to pick the lock, Sally. You were an expert at this before your memories were wiped. I've given you some subconscious instructions on how to do it while you were sleeping."

It was true. Somehow, Sally just knew what to do. She twisted the flimsy metal slightly, before sliding it into the lock. Concentrating, Sally narrowed her eyes as she flicked the hairpin back and forth slowly, listening to the tumblers jiggle. The girl blinked in slight surprise as the hairpin pushed one of the tumblers into place with a slight click. Encouraged by this, Sally moved the pin a little deeper, jiggling and wiggling. After several minutes of dedicated work, the final tumbler slipped into place with the faintest click. Carefully turning the pin, the lock clicked open, and Sally was able to pull the handle down.

Opening the door on well-oiled, silent hinges, Sally slipped inside, closing it behind her. She took a few steps into the room, looking around slowly to orient herself.

She was in a large library, bookshelves lining all but the back wall. Sunlight filtered in through the large bay window that took up most of the back of the room. It reflected off the polished wood furniture, giving the room a golden glow. Sally took a few steps, her heels clicking against the wood floor as she slowly turned. A desk rested in front of the window, facing away from it and towards the room.

"Search the desk for your memory disk."

"...I will search the desk," Sally repeated softly, walking towards it. Her hips swayed as she moved. The Master liked it when his servants walked with a seductive gait. The only sound was her soft breath and her heels clicking against the floor as she stepped around the desk.

Pushing the chair aside, Sally began to open the drawers. She rifled through, finding nothing but various files, maps, and assorted papers in the lower drawers. The upper drawers contained snacks, a variety of knick-knacks, and a picture. Sally frowned softly, picking it up. It was of a young coyote male standing next to a rabbit woman. The rabbit was strange in appearance, as if her arm and legs were made of steel. Their fingers were intertwined, as both wore the red and black uniforms that the soldiers had been wearing in the prison. A sentence was scrawled in looping, curly script in the corner, "Mon Amour pour Toi est aussi incassable que ma dévotion à l'empire de Robotnik."

It was nonsense to Sally, particularly in her hypnotized state. She placed the photo aside, continuing to search. The last drawer was locked, so Sally pulled the hairpin from behind her ear and began to pick the lock. She wiggled the pin back and forth slowly, searching for the tumblers. She frowned. The lock was much tougher than the one to the study itself. It would require more time and more concentration. Focusing through her trance as she narrowed her eyes, she leaned in, feeling around for the distinctive sensation of a piece of the lock clicking into place.

She was so focused that she almost did not hear Ivo's voice in her ear.

"Sally. Someone is coming. Close the drawers and get away from the desk, NOW."

The squirrel scrambled, shoving everything back into the drawers. She shoved the drawers shut as fast as she could, plucking the hairpin from the lock, and quickly walked away from the desk. Her only thought was to obey Ivo's command, not to actually escape.

"Begin cleaning, Sally."

Sally frowned and pulled the feather duster from her belt, beginning to dust off the shelves. The door opened behind her. Sally ignored it, focused entirely on the command.

It was then that she felt a hand grip her shoulder and roughly spin her around. Something sharp and cold and very long pressed to the hollow of her throat. Sally gasped in surprise, but her expression did not change as she was shoved harshly against the bookshelves.

"Coming in 'ere was not smart, mademoiselle. It must 'ave been rather difficult to peek ze lock..." a low voice snarled. Sally stared into the blue eyes of a young coyote man, a year or so older than she was. He had rich brown fur, and a meticulously groomed head of blond hair. He was holding a cutlass, the tip pressed to her throat. He wore a black ruffled shirt that was long enough to reach his hips, with red trim and golden buttons. Tight black pants, trimmed with crimson piping down the legs, did nothing to hide the rather massive bulge in in his loins. Golden epaulets decorated the shoulders, and a black leather belt was strapped around his waist. A scabbard hung from his hip, black wood embossed with golden decorations. He wore heavy-cuffed knee-high boots, with thick tread, again black with red trim.

"Sally, you will forget everything about me and how you got in the room. You are nothing but a maid," the voice growled through her earpiece.

Sally blinked sleepily and looked around in confusion. She had no idea what she was doing in the General's study. She wasn't allowed to be in there... And particularly not when the General himself was there. She was in deep trouble.

"...Zo... Why are you 'ere, ma belle cherie?" the coyote growled.

"...I don't know, sir... I just found myself in here, cleaning..." Sally said honestly, staring straight ahead, somewhere beyond his shoulder.

"...You made eet into my locked study just to clean?" the General asked, peering into her eyes, as if trying to see if there was any hint of a lie.

"Yes, sir. The shelves were dusty, too..." Sally said innocently. She reached down, and the coyote tensed, pressing the sword to her throat. But then Sally lifted the feather duster, showing the General. The young man frowned, examining it.

"...Zo eet seems. An' you came in 'ere to clean... knowing full well zat all of my servants are explicitly banned from my study? And zat I would be forced to punish you for your... transgression?" the coyote growled, his breath hot on Sally's ear. Sally did not flinch, too deeply entranced to feel fear. If she was punished, she obviously deserved it for her disobedience. The fact that she was disobedient at all showed that something was wrong in the first place.

"Yes, sir," Sally said softly. The General glared at her for a few moments before pulling his sword away from her. He spun the blade around in a steely flourish, before returning it to his sheath with the soft hiss of cold metal.

"...You are lucky, zen, zat I am feeling merciful. Anothair time, and I might 'ave separated your very attractive head from your very lovely shoulders," he growled. Sally felt no relief. She felt nothing except obedience to the General. She bowed politely, curtseying and lifting her skirt. The movement revealed her erection to the male, and he stared at her appraisingly.

"...Well, since you are so eagair to be of service... Maybe I can find some way you can show your penance..." he murmured softly.

"Yes, General, sir..." Sally replied quietly, bowing again. The young man walked over to his chair. He slumped into it with a sigh, stretching. The coyote stared at her for a few moments, before sighing again, this time from emotion rather than exhaustion. His expression was slightly sad and longing. The word "lonely" floated into Sally's empty, amnesiac mind.

"...Come stand before me, ma belle fleur," he commanded. Sally stepped away from the shelf and walked over towards him, standing a precise distance across the desk from the General.

"Take off your panties," the General ordered.

Sally nodded once in acknowledgement. She lifted her skirt up towards her stomach, revealing her penis in full to the general. The elastic band of her skirt trapped her phallus, keeping it pressed firmly against her stomach-fur. Pre had soaked into the fabric and her fur, making everything sticky. Her pink panties were drenched with a mixture of pre and her nectar. The squirrel slowly peeled the damp fabric away from her loins, slowly wiggling her hips as she slipped them over her stockings, then stepped out of them delicately. Standing back at attention, her penis jutted straight out from her hips, dribbling to the floor.

"Mmm... Nice... An' 'ow long 'as eet been since you've felt la petite mort?" the General asked, slowly sliding a hand down between his legs, rubbing at the bulge in his trousers.

"...I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand..." said Sally, tilting an ear in confusion.

"'Ow you say... an orgasm? 'Ow long 'as eet been since you last came?" the General clarified. Sally frowned, looking down for a moment as she tried to remember. She had a small flash of memory, of standing as hot water beat down upon her, of crying out in pure pleasure... and then it was gone.

"I don't know, sir. I can't remember," Sally said honestly.

"Zat is unfortunate. Well, eef you serve me well, I may not just show mercy, but I may allow you to enjoy zat pleasure..." the coyote purred softly. He reached down and unzipped the fly of his pants, allowing a large, fat rod of flesh to slip free into the air. As Sally watched, it pulsed and twitched, slowly expanding and hardening. He fished around for a moment, pulling pair of heavy, furry testicles out along with it. Sally found herself staring at them in dull fascination, finding it somewhat strange to note that she did not have the same hanging from her loins.

"Come here an' feel zem... I 'ave 'ad a very long day, an' I am in need of some relief. If you do a good job, I may consider returning ze favor..." the General murmured softly. Sally walked around the desk, as the General swiveled to face her. He was even larger up close.

Sally dropped to her knees and reached up slowly. She cupped his massive sack in both hands, feeling the swollen, churning orbs inside. The coyote grunted softly as his cock stiffened a little faster at the touch. His foreskin was growing taut, pulling back slightly to expose the very tip of his glans. Sally slowly squeezed and hefted his testicles in faint fascination, curious about this strange piece of anatomy that she did not possess.

"Mmm... Oui... Zat's it... Be gentle, Ma femme de chambre obéissante... Zey are very délicates..." the male moaned as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. Sally only understood about half of what the General had said, but it was enough to get the gist. She softened her grip, starting to rub and caress instead of squeezing. A thick dribble of clear liquid oozed from the slit at the tip of his member.

"Now, stroke eet..." the General commanded. Sally nodded slowly, reaching up to wrap her gloved hands around his thick, twitching flesh. She could feel the heat even through the silk covering her fingers. She slowly slid her fingers up and down, squeezing gently. His penis jerked, continuing to swell and expand with her touch. She slowly slid her fingers through the syrupy precum oozing down his member, smearing it along his flesh.

Sally's own member pulsed eagerly, twitching up and down with her arousal. She gently pulled down his foreskin, exposing the fat head of the General's penis. Without needing any instruction at all, Sally moved in, pressing her muzzle against it. She licked and suckled gently, swirling her tongue around the tip, as more of the sweet syrup dribbled onto her tastebuds. The coyote's eyes drooped half-lidded and he mumbled something in that strange language.

"Nnng... Oui, ma douce esclave aveugle... Comme une bonne fille, tu aura le plaisir de mon grand arbre palpitant. " he moaned, thrusting his hips forward. The movement caused his penis to slide into Sally's open mouth. She did not recoil, instead eagerly bobbing forward to take him in. He gently slid his fingers through her silky red hair, caressing her crimson tresses.

Sally began to slowly caress the rest of his length, slowly rubbing and teasing the flesh that wasn't currently buried deep into her muzzle. She felt the bulging veins along the sides pulse and throb, even as the underside of his shaft swelled with a fresh burst of precum. She slurped loudly, swirling her tongue delicately around the head of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, working to pleasure him.

In her trance, the only thing in the world that existed was that thick, twitching, pulsing cock. It wasn't so much that she needed it, or even wanted it, but that it was the only thing that mattered to her. The General had told her to please it, and thus it was her only focus. The hypnosis gave her a strange single-mindedness, lending this one thing a crystalline clarity.

"Nn... Oui... O-Ouiiiii... Zat's eet... I am going to come soon..." the General moaned, closing his eyes as Sally bobbed her head faster, working his flesh. He grunted and groaned, his hips pumping back and forth slowly. His cock pushed down Sally's throat with each jab of his hips. Sally gagged a little but persisted single-mindedly. Her fingers squeezed his heavy, swollen sack, feeling his balls churn and tense up. They slowly clenched tight against his shaft, even as the flow of precum increased. His cock was twitching and pulsing almost constantly, as Sally bobbed deeper and deeper, taking the General down to his sheath.

"Non, non... Pull off of me..." he rasped, his voice strained. Sally blinked and slowly lifted her mouth off of him, panting for breath.

"Mouth open..." the young man murmured, brushing a lock of his blonde hair back. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, his cock trembling with the strain of holding back his orgasm. Sally obeyed, opening her mouth as wide as it could go, sticking out her tongue.

The General wrapped his hand around his penis, beginning to stroke up and down rapidly. He huffed, gasped, and then his breath caught in his chest. He threw his head back, arching his back so that his hips left the chair. He gave one final pull-down on his length, peeling his foreskin all the way down, exposing the thick, ruddy head.

Sally gasped softly as a powerful jet of thick, white liquid erupted from the head of his penis. The long strand seemed to fly in slow motion, arcing through the air before it came down, splashing wetly across Sally's face, draping over her muzzle. The entranced squirrel did not react at all, simply letting it splat against her. The General groaned as a second, then a third thick spurt of hot cum fired from the head of his shaft, catching her hair, then her nose.

After a moment, the coyote managed to get control enough to properly aim his shots, spurting the rich, tangy goo against Sally's tongue. Even so, his orgasmic spasms were so erratic that most of his spunk drenched her face, her hair, and her dress. Sally let him; the only sign that she even noticed his climax was the slight flinch she gave every time she felt the wet semen splash across her face and body, or the occasional swallow to clear her mouth to let him fill it with more.

The teenager shuddered in delight as his heavy balls unleashed surge after surge to coat her fur, staining her red hair pink, dripping down her cheeks in thick, sticky rivulets. The General groaned as his massive shaft jerked up and down in his hand, threatening to pull free and swing around freely. It seemed to take an eternity, but soon, the young man sagged back in his chair as his gushes turned to spurts then to a slow, steady dribble. Sally merely watched, shivering through her trance as she felt the sticky goo spill down her fur.

"Oui... Zat was tres bon... Eet 'as been far too long since I felt a tongue as talented as yours... I theenk, maybe I will forgive you for your tresspass..." the General sighed happily, "Now... Clean me. I do not want a seengle drop left."

Sally obeyed, moving in. She began to place long, delicate licks along his pulsing, stiff flesh. He moaned softly as her tongue rasped along his flesh, picking up the dribbles and droplets of salty-sweet cum. She flicked her tongue up the underside of his member, then along the sides, tracing the veins. She moved up to the head, swirling around the glans. She slipped the tip of her member into his foreskin, picking up the cum she found inside.

"Ahhh... You're almost as good as..." he trailed off with a sigh, not bothering to finish the sentence. He basked in the sensation, closing his eyes, lost in thought. It was almost ten minutes before he opened them again, noting that Sally was sitting back on her knees, staring at him expectantly. He had been thoroughly cleaned and her touch and tongue had left him still steel hard.

"...Come here, ma petite salope hypnotisée." said the General, "I theenk eet is time for you to ride ma bite."

Sally stared at him blankly, not comprehending. The coyote sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"...My penis, ma douce petite conne," explained the General, patting his lap.

Sally nodded slowly, understanding the order. She climbed up into his lap and straddled him, gasping as his hot, pulsing shaft pressed against her soft, wet muff. She moaned in pleasure, shivering as the General slowly rocked his hips, sliding inch after inch of his cock against her vulva.

Without a word to her, the coyote gently gripped her hips, lifting her up. With a sharp, almost rough thrust forward, his hot, stiff member plunged into her warm, soft depths. Sally cried out involuntarily, moaning as he slowly gyrated his hips. She gripped him, her inner walls squeezed tightly around his shaft. He murmured softly, guiding her hips up and down as he rocked back and forth slowly.

Sally's body trembled as she felt his fat length spread her wide. Her own penis twitched eagerly, pressed against his shirt. The General ignored it, simply focusing on using her like a sex doll, not seeming to care much for her pleasure so much as his own. He pumped back and forth with a slow, steady pace; drawing back until only the head remained inside her, then plunging each and every inch of his cock into her hard, until his swollen, furry sack pressed against her rear.

The girl almost didn't notice, but there was a change in his behavior. His almost mechanical, uncaring manner of pumping into her became softer, more sensual. He didn't just thrust, he ground against her. He buried himself to the hilt and just let Sally savor the strange and pleasurable feeling of fullness. He pulled all the way out of her, flicking the head of his penis against her clitoris, sending bolts of pleasure up Sally's spine.

"Oui... Ma chérie Bunnie ... Tu est tellement serrée autour de moi, mon amour. Je veux seulement servir le Maître avec toi pour l'éternité," the General moaned, speaking in that strange language Sally could not understand. She opened her mouth, perhaps to ask him to repeat himself in their shared tongue, but then she noted something. The coyote's eyes were half-lidded and unfocused. He stared straight ahead into her eyes... No, that wasn't quite right, he did not even see her properly. He was staring somewhere behind her, off into space. Whoever he was seeing as he drove into Sally, gasping in purest pleasure, it was not the squirrel.

Already slightly overstimulated from her blowjob, it wasn't long before the coyote shuddered, burying himself inside the Princess. She could feel a sticky jet of fluid splash her inner walls, making her moan in delight. The General seemed to be very good at this, as every thrust of his hips seemed to bring twice as much pleasure as it should have. He gyrated his hips, causing his member to swirl about within her. His pre coated her tunnel, spilling in sticky, warm spurts.

Sally shuddered softly as she felt the General's hand wrap around her own member. He squeezed her delicately, slowly peeling down her hood to expose her tip. His fingers caressed her head, even as she moaned and splashed his hand with her own clear precum. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts, pausing every once in a while to trace the veins along the sides, or stimulate the glans.

The entire time, the General muttered and moaned under his breath. Sally understood only a little of it, for most of it was in that strange language, but a little of it was semi-coherent. As she herself drifted in and out of awareness as her pleasure rose and fell and her trance washed over her, Sally gleaned that the General thought she was someone named Bunnie, and that he cared deeply about this person, but that his duties kept him away from her. The tiny part of Sally's mind still capable of conscious thought felt almost sympathetic.... Almost.

"... va vivre ensemble dans l'utopie de la maîtrise... Nng... hahh... Je pense que je vais jouir bientôt... . Eet ees going to be massive, mon amour! S'il te plaît, fais-moi jouir, Bunnie... I need to fill you... and to feel you share weeth me..." the coyote whimpered needily, shifting back and forth between languages seemingly at random. His eyes were closed now as he thrust harder and faster, a little roughness returning to his movements. He abandoned his hold on Sally's phallus to grip her hips again, actively pulling her against him with each pump forward. Sally's member bounced off his stomach repeatedly, splashing his shirt with jets of pre, staining the fabric.

Sally moaned and shivered. Something changed as a feeling of tenseness built in her loins. Pressure and pleasure built higher and higher, straining for release. Her inner walls clamped down on the General's shaft, squeezing him tightly. His penis jumped and jerked, spasming inside her. His hips trembled, his tail flicking back and forth in time with his thrusts. He groaned as he threw his head back, whimpering.

And then a voice interrupted Sally's pleasure: "Sally, listen and obey..."

Sally blinked as her attention turned away from the General and to the voice in her ear. She listened closely, barely noticing as the coyote huffed, groaned, and then howled in ecstasy. She vaguely felt his shaft bury itself to the hilt inside her, before it pulsed several times. In the next moment, she felt a powerful flood of thick, sticky fluid splash inside her. The coyote easily overflowed her tightness, his semen spilling back out of her and down over his balls in thick, gooey rivers.

After Ivo finished his instructions, Sally returned her attention to the coyote. She suddenly realized that every single nerve in her body was trembling in delight. She had been so distracted by the instructions, that she had not realized that she too, was in the midst of an orgasm. Her inner walls were clenched tight around the coyote's thick shaft, squeezing him rhythmically for every drop his testicles could muster. Her cock flexed and lurched, firing thick, pearly ropes of semen high into the air.

She cried out, feeling burst after burst of rich cum boil up and erupt from the head of her shaft, splattering across her dress. Her climax exploded through her, her entire body tingling. Her semen streaked across the General's uniform as well as her own. The thick white liquid soaked into the pink fabric, smearing across her brown fur. Sally whimpered and cried, bucking against the General.

His cum burst into her over and over in powerful gouts. Sally's stomach actually swelled slightly, and she could feel the thick goo slosh around inside her. His stiff, hot phallus pulsed as it pumped his heavy, thick burden deep into her body.

The General's eyes remained closed and he continued to mumble in a mixture of his own language and hers about the other woman. He was so enraptured by his fantasies and the ecstasy of his orgasm that he did not notice as Sally pulled a small device from in between her breasts. She jammed it against his neck, and a loud electrical crackle filled the air. Blue sparks jumped between the device and his flesh.

The General's eyes went wide and his mouth opened in shock as amps and volts of electricity rushed into his muscles and nerves. His entire body stiffened in pain and a strangled noise came from his throat as he began to spasm and shudder under Sally. His jets of cum intensified, making Sally whimper in pleasure even as she discharged the taser into his body.

After a moment, he sagged back, utterly limp and unconscious in his chair as the batteries in the weapon ran out. Sally dropped it to the floor carelessly and climbed out of the General's lap. Still in mid-climax, his length bounced and spasmed, slinging thick ropes of milky goo over the desk, his paperwork, and his uniform, face and hair. Sally stood nearby, still shuddering and moaning as her own orgasm ran its course, spilling semen onto the ground, her nectar flowing down her inner thighs.

It seemed to last an eternity, but as the last sticky, thick burst erupted from her member, Sally blinked in confusion. The fog lifted from her mind and she looked around.

"...H-Huh? Where am I? How did I get here? What's going on?" she asked, stumbling over her weakened knees, slumping against the General's desk.

"Ah, good. You've come out of your trance."

"...Ivo?" Sally asked, frowning as she attempted to get her bearings, "...Who is this sleeping coyote... and why is he covered in..."

"He is General D'Coolette, and he's covered in..." Ivo coughed, clearing his throat, "...fluids, because you and he just engaged in sexual intercourse while you were under hypnosis."

"Did... Did he hypnotize me and capture me? ...Everything's kind of fuzzy since last night..." the Princess murmured, looking down at herself, "...And what is THIS that I'm wearing?!!"

"No, that was me. I had you put into a deep trance and convinced you that you were one of the General's maids, to allow you to infiltrate his District undetected. Take a moment, and you will remember."

Sally tried to catch her breath as the afterglow of her climax set in. Ivo was right. As her mind cleared and she slowly woke up from the strange sleepy fog, she did remember more and more of what had occurred since the night before. As the memories came back, Sally found herself angered. She felt violated. Her mind had already been erased, and now Ivo had done something similar while she was sleeping and defenseless.

"...Ivo... After I get out of here, we're having words," she growled angrily, trying to contain her rage.

"I'm sure we will, but right now, you need to retrieve the memory disk. The General should have a key on him to his desk. Search his pockets."

Sally turned to the coyote. His face was surprisingly young. She mused that she might have found him attractive, if he wasn't an evil mind-controlling minion of the Master who had just had his way with her while she was vulnerable. She frowned, noting the taser on the floor, and reached down to pick it up.

"Don't bother. The taser only had one charge, enough to knock him out. Don't waste time. If he regains consciousness, you'll have to subdue him again, and you won't have a weapon this time," Ivo said.

"...Figures," Sally grumbled. She reached into the pockets of the General's uniform, trying hard not to touch his phallus, which lay over his stomach and chest, still spilling a puddle of thick white fluid into the fabric. She pulled a set of keys out of one of them and turned to the desk. She inserted the keys into the lock, one by one until she found the right one.

Sally opened the drawer and rifled through the contents. There were files, maps, pictures of people Sally did not recognized (many marked with "Enemy of the Empire"), and more... but no disks.

"There's no disk here..." Sally murmured.

"...There has to be. The disk has to be in the desk."

"...I just went through the entire thing, and I didn't miss a thing. There IS no disk," Sally repeated angrily.

"This is not good. I don't know where it could be... Maybe in one of the books on the shelves?"

Sally walked out from behind the desk into the center of the room. Her memories of what happened while she was under hypnosis slowly filtered back to her, only heightening her anger with Ivo. She tapped her foot irritably, shaking her head.

"There must be thirty shelves here, from floor to ceiling, packed with books. There's no way to search them all..." Sally grumbled softly, before blinking in surprise. Something clicked into place as she remembered a part of her conversation with the General...

"...Zo... Why are you 'ere, ma belle cherie?" the coyote growled.

_ "...I don't know, sir... I just found myself in here, cleaning..." Sally said honestly, staring straight ahead, somewhere beyond his shoulder._

_ "...You made eet into my locked study just to clean?" the General asked, peering into her eyes, as if trying to see if there was any hint of a lie._

_ "Yes, sir. The shelves were dusty, too..." Sally said innocently. She reached down, and the coyote tensed, pressing the sword to her throat. But then Sally lifted the feather duster, showing the General. The young man frowned, examining it._

"Dirty... Dusty..." Sally murmured.

"...I'm sorry? What does the state of the shelves have to do with anything?"

"Everything. The shelves are all covered in dust. The books haven't been touched in days, maybe weeks," Sally explained, "...And the General would have only gotten a hold of my memory disk a couple of days ago at most, right?"

"Yes...?"

"Then we're looking for..." Sally trailed off for a moment, walking back and forth around the room. She grinned suddenly and dashed forward, plucking a book from the shelf. She opened it, smirking as a disk laid in the middle of the tome.

"...The shelf where the dust is disturbed, and the book is clean."

"...That's... very smart. I never would have thought of that!" Ivo exclaimed, sounding honestly impressed.

Sally plucked the disk from the book, and prepared to close it and return it to the shelf, when something fell from the book to the floor. She frowned and looked down.

"There's two," she murmured.

"What?"

"There is a SECOND memory disk here. It has the same symbol as the first, but it's red, not blue," Sally remarked, picking the crimson disk up off the ground.

"...I don't know. Maybe it's more of your memories. Best to take them both."

Sally frowned and slipped both of them into a safe place in her garment, smoothing down her uniform. She plucked her panties off the ground nearby and slipped them on over her loins, blushing.

"...Get me out of here, Ivo. I'm ready to be done with this day," Sally grumbled.

"You need to go down the hallway, then hang a..." Ivo began. A burst of static cut off his instructions. Sally resisted the urge to wince in pain, as the volume was still uncomfortably loud. She blinked as somewhere within the white noise, she could almost swear she heard something... A voice? Before she could find out, the static cleared and Ivo's voice returned.

"Sorry. Let me repeat that..." he said, repeating the directions.

Without a word in response, Sally made her way out of the Mansion and out of the land of the maids, eager to be gone...

*****

"Ooh, she sounds angry... I think you may have pushed her a little too hard, Robotnik..." Nicole said, smirking.

"It's all part of the game, Nicole... After all, it would be no fun if she trusted me implicitly. It would defeat the whole point of the game..." Robotnik replied, his red eyes gleaming as he leaned back in his chair, "...I must admit. I'm impressed by how sharp she is. I didn't expect her to figure out where the book was without more prodding."

"...What is with the second disk?" Nicole asked, frowning. She winced slightly, feeling her systems under attack by Robotnik's virus. The nasty, vicious program was worming its way into her functions and protocols, even as she did the same to Robotnik's systems. If she could get into Robotnik's computer, she could contact Sally... Provide her with REAL help, rather than the fake friendship Robotnik was giving...

But that would only happen if she could gain control before the virus infected and corrupted her. Her system defenses were holding at the moment, but they were weakening slowly, a percentage at a time. It was taxing her skills and her willpower to their limit to hold off the virus while trying to break through Robotnik's firewalls at the same time.

"If she gets back all of the disks, she will regain all of her memories, and I lose the game. But who says that ALL of the disks contain her real memories?" Robotnik asked with a sneer, "If she chooses the wrong disks... well... Maybe she might wind up with a new perspective on my rule?"

"You sick monster..." Nicole growled, glaring. If she were capable of attacking, she would have torn him to shreds then and there. But she was immobilized and distracted, unable to do anything but watch her best friend struggle through the challenges Robotnik set against her.

"You flatter me, dear. Now if you will excuse me, I need to ensure that dear Antoine continues his reprogramming treatments after he regains consciousness... and to guide our mutual friend to the next safehouse," said the dictator. He turned away from Nicole, smirking as he pulled up more holographic screens. Nicole's head hung down, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She wouldn't let this happen... She'd fight to the end, just as Sally would...

To Be Continued...