[u][b][center]Overthrow[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]By: Kiki Kalani[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]For: Latexity[/center][/b][/u]

Mari stood, hands bound behind her back as she looked at the remote facility she had been brought to. It was an intimidating looking place; tall barbed wire fences surrounded a moderately sized prison-like central building. Guard towers jutted up every so often and a gatehouse secured the entrance, where she was being led to now. A rat wearing a military-styled uniform with a bdsm-like twist to it stood behind the thick window of the gatehouse, peering with a hateful gaze towards her.

It was just a few hours ago that those damned rodents stormed the parliament building, taking her and several other officials prisoner and even killing others. They called themselves the League for Rodent Liberation, a pro-rodent group intent on putting themselves on top at any cost. They’d been causing trouble for years; riots, petitions, street fights, but nothing like this. She had been helpless to stop any of the senseless violence thanks to her being the first target, violence that she was partly the cause of. It was due to her getting the job as PM, the first anthro in Norwegian history, that the LRL decided the time was ripe for revolt.

“Move it!” The rodent behind her, also dressed in military attire, pushed her forward. She stumbled towards the gatehouse where another rat stopped her.

“This is that miserable whore they got to run the nation?”

“Yeah, she would’ve been dead by now if Dr. Weiss hadn’t personally requested the bitch.” The rodent behind her pushed her again, and the one in the gate house chuckled.

“Personally? Well little vixen, I guess you are in for it.” 

She felt a spark of fear arc through her thoughts, her eyes darting back to the large building just a bit beyond the fence. She nearly jumped as the electric whir of the gate lifting suddenly filled her ears. She didn’t know what awaited her, but she dreaded to find out.

Again she felt the rat behind her give a push, forcing her to walk forward into the compound and up to the already open metallic doors. She gulped once more, staring into the building, two guards at the entrance finding it hard to mask the glee they were feeling at seeing her in such a helpless and fearful state.

“I said move!” 

The inside was cleaner than she expected, with a much calmer and relaxing atmosphere. The tile floor had a monotonous pattern, the walls were barren. In fact the room she entered into was mostly empty. On the far end were a few exits to what she assumed were other parts of the facility, as well as an office build into the wall, like those you’d find in a doctor’s office or pharmacy. 

“Is that Mari? Bring her here so that I can sign her in. We want to keep detailed records of how this goes.” A small framed female mouse spoke in a soft hushed voice from behind the thick glass, waving both other. Once again Mari felt herself being pushed, not even given enough time to decide if she wanted to move on her own.

The rat handed the female mouse most of Mari’s own personal affects, wallet, purse, whatever she had on her when she was captured. The mouse took them as they were slid beneath the glass, rummaging through them for a good few minutes before taking out the vixen’s ID and other important things, making notes of them before pushing them off to the side, giving Mari a smile.

“You won’t be needing these anymore, we’ll keep them as a record of your arrival. Have a good stay.”

Mari could see the girl try to hold back her laughter as the rat led the vixen off through the door on the right, down a slightly more worrying looking hallway. The lights were dim, along the walls now were posters, looking like something out of the olden days. Pro-rodent propaganda; ‘Rodent Supremacy can be Achieved through Unity!’ With a picture of several rodents, all dressed in that military garb, holding arms in the air towards one another. ‘Rid the world of the Predator Pest, Unite for Rodent Conquest!’ With a picture of non-detailed predators and humans being scared off by a group or rats in military garb. 

The hallway was littered with posters like that, each making the vixen more uncomfortable than the last, becoming more militant as the hall went on. Mari briefly wondered if someone had placed them like that on purpose.

“Here, this door. Dr. Weiss asked for you to go in alone.” The rat opened the door to a spacious lab-room. 

The vixen walked in, feeling her stomach knot up as she examined her surroundings. A table stood in the metal of the room with straps on it, a monitor above it and all manner of other instruments attached. The wall was lined with shelves full of beakers, medical instruments, and even a few select scientific instruments. On the far wall were a series of paired pictures, in engraved plaques. ‘Before’ ‘After’ Most didn’t have after pictures, but the ones that did sent shivers down Mari’s spine.

Most showed vixens, felines, and even some canines. The before pictures of respectable looking anthros, some of which Mari recognized as lower level people in her party that had gone missing. The after pictures though, she could barely recognize them. Most had completely different hairstyles, clothes. They ended up dressed like prostitutes or in the same military garb as the rest of rodents. Mari had to look away, though in front of the pictures, more than happily admiring them, stood a chubby rodent women in skin-tight clothes. The attire made her assets [i]very[/i] visible.

After a few moments the women finally turned around to acknowledge the vixen, revealing a cigar holder in her hand, red pupiled left eye. A scar clearly visible over it.

“Hello there, Ms Prime Minister. So glad you could have the time to stop by and see the magnificent scientific progress we are making here first hand!”

She walked over to the vixen, carefully and gently teasing her latex-glove covered fingers over Mari’s suit and up to her cage muzzle covering her face. Suddenly she yanked it off, making the vixen yelp at the straps breaking against the back of her head, though now at least freeing her to speak.

“W-why am I here?” Mari almost growled the words out, having strained to keep herself so composed thus far, her fear turning into anger.

“You are here, and alive I might add, because I requested you. I’m rather important you know. It would be best for you to remember that.” Dr. Weiss took another drag from her cigar.

“Why? Why did you order me here?”

The mouse chuckled. “Why, Ms. Minister, imagine what it would do for our movement if its largest opponent suddenly gave it her full endorsement!”

“Endorse you [b]monsters[/b]!? Never. I-I’d sooner die.” Her voice quaked a bit, but Mari tried to stand her ground. There was no way she was going to be swayed, even with threads of violence.

“We have ways of getting an endorsement from you, we’ve been perfecting them for a while…”

Mari’s eyes trailed over to the table and all the instruments set up around it. “Y-you think torture is g—”

“Torture?” The mouse chuckled heartily, her belly and breasts jiggling. “No, I’m not going to torture you. You are far too valuable. I’m going to…reeducate you…” She took a drag from her cigar once more, walking around the vixen to look her over.

“R-r-reeducate?” Mari’s voice quaked more as she swallowed, trying to clear her throat.

“Yes, reeducation. I’ve spent most of my life working to teach predators their rightful place in regards to the [i]true[/i] top species. This movement, the LRL, has some absolutely marvelous technology.” She moves over to the table, sliding her hand along it while peering up at the monitor. “I’ve been trying to add my own little twist to it…with mixed success. But I think I’ve gotten the right balance.”

The vixen felt the knot in her throat grow thicker, her mouth drying up as fear started to fill her more as the reality slowly hit her. This was a brainwashing facility, a reeducation camp for the LRL. She’d heard rumors, and now seeing the pictures on the wall, seeing such a place first hand, looking at that sadistic smile on the mouse’s face. It was all so much for her. Her legs trembled as she tried to keep from fainting.

“W-w…..What exactly are you g-going to d-do to me?” The mouse looked back hearing the vixen speak again, her smile widening. The vixen hadn’t felt so afraid ever in her life. They weren’t going to kill her, or torture her. They were going [i]control[/i] her.

“I’m going to teach you your place. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be happily proclaiming on national television your support for our movement and your full renunciation of your former beleifs. Not to mention a few…personal twists of my own.”

“P-p-personal twists?” She was feeling light headed now, legs shaking more as she leaned against the counter.

“Well, as much as I hate vixens, they are good fucks…” The mouse took another drag of her cigar.

“G-good f-fucks? P-please….please no…I-I have a husband and d-daughter….p-please…” The vixen started to tear up, her life as she knew it was a few steps from vanishing completely. Every ounce of her being crying helplessly. There was nothing she could do. 

“Well…you [i]had[/i] both of those things” She blew a cloud of smoke at the vixen, making her cough. “I made sure you were not leaving anything behind. Don’t worry though, I’m sure by now your daughter is a happy servant of the LRL cause. Though, I couldn’t get my hands on her myself, she’ll likely be a wet nurse for some proper rodents.”

Mari couldn’t believe it, her tears started to flow more freely now. “N-no…y-you monsters….y-you fucking….” She choked on her own tears in her fit of anger and sorrow. Meanwhile the smirk never left the mouse’s face. “Oh, come now. I’m going to give you a true purpose, serving rodent-kind. It’s the least you worthless predators can do with your pathetic lives. Your daughter snapped like a twig, and so will you….so will all of your kind. Enough talking!” 

Dr. Weiss stepped forward, a pair of scissors in her hands as she tore and ripped off Mari’s clothes, stripping her down only to her panties and bra. Her hands gliding up the vixen’s frame after, making Mari shiver in disgust.

“Much better….it’s a shame, you know, that such beauty is wasted on a vixen. Maybe given enough time we can fix that in you too.”

The mouse pulled the sobbing and pleading vixen over to the table, undoing her bindings carefully and strapping her into the table’s own. By the end of it her legs were spread wide, arms held out at her sides. She was even more vulnerable than before. And a bright light shining from above made it so that she couldn’t even look up as the mouse ran her hands along Mari’s figure one more, even teasingly running a finger over the vixen’s crotch.

“P-please…..please…..”

The mouse just chuckled and lowered the monitor, blocking out the bright light and replacing it with the dull blue screen. A few moments later the blue disappeared only to be replaced by a spinning pink spiral, black text flashing across it so fast that Mari couldn’t see. Her sobbing grew louder, her eyes quickly finding themselves drawn into the center, barely able to keep from looking and staring.

“Just relax Ms. Minister, it’ll all be over soon.”

‘Relax ….relax…..give in…..relax…..calm…..no thoughts…..calm mind…..blank mind….relax’

The words flashed, echoing in her mind along with the mouse’s voice. Her beating heart and racing mind could barely put up a fight.

‘No thoughts….listen to Dr. Weiss…..Dr. Weiss is your Mistress…..You are a slave…..you are inferior”

“L-let me o-out of here…p-please….s-stop…please!”

She cried out, trying to reach out in her mind to try to hold her thoughts in place, to try to withstand the bombardment of words and thoughts foreign to her in her head. She tried to hold on, in a last effort she tried to keep her mind focused on her life, who she was, what she was. Trying to drown out the voices with all her might.

”all foxes are beneath rodents….rodents are superior…..Dr. Weiss is superior…..you will obey….listen to Dr. Weiss’

“N-no thoughts…..l-listen….t-to…..n-nn…..n…p-please……s-stop….n-n….”

The mouse chuckled calmly and walked over to the vixen, gently running a hand through her hair. 

“Shhh….shhh….it’s okay, just relax. Let yourself give in….let the spiral think for you.”

Mari whimpered, eyes glassy with tears as she kept watching, the chorus in her mind growing louder as it started to push out her own thoughts. She could feel with each passing second herself slipping as she was less and less able to hold onto her thoughts, her memories of her former life, and her memories of her family. It was so hard to think, so hard to remember.

‘You are a rodent’s slave……rodents are the superior species…..foxes are nothing…..the LRL is right…..the LRL is just.” 

A whimper of desperation escaped the vixen as she tried in one last effort to fight, one last effort to hold on, her body unconsciously pulling and fighting against the binds as best she could. It seemed though, the harder she fought the louder the chorus in her mind got, echoing the words of the spiral and her Mis—Dr. Weiss, over and over.

“Shhh….shhhh…” Dr. Weiss cooed softly, hands still running through Mari’s hair, one of her hands going to gently pet the vixen’s cheek.

“you are a slave…..you will obey…..obey rodents….obey rodents…..no thoughts…..foxes are not allowed to think….’

“Yes…m-Mistress…r-relax…..I-I am a….slave…..rodents….are superior…..obey….rodents……”

“Good girl” The mouse kissed the vixen’s head and moved down, running her hand along her belly all the while before standing between her legs. “The second half of the program should be starting soon….mmmm…”

‘You are a rodent slave……….You are nothing but a toy……you are a toy for female rodents…..you hate men…..Dr. Weiss is your Mistress…..your Mistress wants you to love women…...you can only get off when pleasuring your Mistress or when Mistress pleasures you……You can only cum when Mistress commands…..each orgasm will make you more submissive to your Mistress…..each orgasm will make you forget your former life…..Mistress is your new life….’

The words flashed on the screen after a long moment of absence, the vixen repeating them in her half-dazed tone, a lustful hint to her voice. Her eyes now were glazed with lust as she eagerly took the words into her mind, letting them shape and reshape her thoughts, all the while feeling the comforting touch of her Mistress.

“Good little pet….time to reward you”

The mouse chuckled seeing Mari in such a state, her hands going to pull the vixen’s panties down, revealing her already wet nether. Dr. Weiss couldn’t help but take a whiff of the vixen before teasingly moving her fingers across Mari’s clit. Moans and gasps escaped the vixen from the smallest touch, much to Dr. Weiss’ delight.

“Good, mmmmm, do you want Mistress to let you cum?”

Mari tried to nod eagerly, her tongue already lolling from her maw as a few fingers pushed into her sex and started to thrust in and out while stretching her. “Y-yes, p-please Mistress, I-I want…P-please let me cum!”

The mouse fingered the poor bound needy vixen more vigorously, splaying her fingers apart every so often to stretch the vixen’s walls and make her moan and cry out in bliss. A few moments passed before the mouse finally thrust most of her hand into the vixen’s hole.

“Cum my pet! Cum….cum…..cum!” 

Mari felt orgasm after orgasm rip through her body. Each time she heard that word, each time her Mistress’ divine voice echoed in her head, she felt her body and mind quake. Her juices coated the mouse’s latex glove as waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over her. Her mind blanked by the end of it, overstimulated by all the pleasure. Mari was no more, but a loyal mouse-worshipping slut remained.

[b][u][center]The End. [/center][/u][/b]