[b][u][center]Stretching One’s...Duty For ActionJax17 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “Prison cells are overrated.” Jax shook his head as he paced inside of the cell, looking for any sort of circuitry that might allow him to short out the force field that kept him inside. There hadn’t been the last time that he’d taken a look, but considering that he had nothing to do but look around for stuff, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to check again. The young fox commander knelt by the side of the force field again, running his fingers along the edge of the projector. If there was anything loose anywhere, it’d be there, but just like before, all he felt were the smooth projectors. Huffing under his breath in annoyance, he worked his way up, debating whether he should at least take off the glove parts of his suit. The Zero Suit that he wore was good for keeping his equipment on him, and better still for hacking, but it was absolutely horrible for transmitting fine sensation through his fingers. He might have missed something, but… Well, the downside with the Zero Suit was that it was all one piece. If he did try and take off part of it, he’d have to take off more than just gloves. He’d have to pull the entire upper half off, letting it sag down from the waist, and considering who had captured him, he’d prefer not to be making that sort of ‘offer’ with his bare body. The fox continued his slow examination of the wall right up until he heard the force field fade. The commander got to his feet, only to find a snow leopard walking in, turning to face him with a smirk. “Jax. How good to see you again.” “Satoru.” While the fox’s voice was low and civil, his teeth were bared with all the enmity that he could summon for the other commander. Satoru had been a rival of his for some time, working on the other side of the war. He’d taken this assignment specifically because he’d heard that there was a chance that the snow leopard would be on this warship, and he’d hoped to cause the other man a little grief. Instead, he’d been captured, despite his Zero Suit’s stealth capabilities. He grimaced as he stood up to face the other man eye to eye. “Looks like your side has picked up on modern technology, finally,” Satoru said, nodding at the blue Zero Suit. “Of course, I imagine that is merely one that you stole from us.” “Hmmph. We might have to make down with cast-offs, but we’re still making you work in this war.” “Yes, yes, you are,” the snow leopard said, waving his hand dismissively as if they were not being pushed to the brink. Which they were, according to intel. Yet, Satoru seemed as unconcerned as could be. “But that is hardly the point.” “Then what is?” “You, my old friend, have intelligence that would be of great use to the high command of my side. Of enough use that it might mean a promotion for me. That alone is worth keeping someone like you prisoner, but with it being you, I feel inclined to use a few more...unique methods of getting that information out of you.” “Really? You think that you can just get me to spill the beans?” “There is an impending attack from you and yours. We know that it will involve a strike on the mining systems in the Lapis Cluster, and we know that you are amassing a fairly substantial force to ensure that you can take out at least one of them once you’ve stolen all the resources that we’ve mined out. What we don’t know is which one, and when...but you know this, I’m sure.” And the problem was, Jax did. Part of the operation had been to shut down this ship, to sabotage it and prevent it from being able to get to the Lapis Cluster in the next two weeks. If he could have, he was supposed to steal it and reinforce the fleet, to rendezvous with them just outside the cluster in the staging area. Both those pieces of information could undo months of planning and construction, if Satoru was able to trick it out of him. So, Jax leaned back, crossing his arms and glaring at the snow leopard in his purple Zero Suit. “If you think that you can convince me to switch sides, you’re dead wrong.” “Then you do not know the offers I can make.” “There’s nothing you can give me that I can’t get back home.” “Oh, no?” Satoru smiled. “Then tell me, what would happen if I were to...take control, hmm? What if I were to render you a helpless, mewling vixen of a fox?” “What are you talking about?” “I know what you do when you think no one is watching, Jax. I know about the...bigger men…” The fox barely kept his jaws together, feeling the urge to stare rising as the implications were felt. Commander he might be, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t take some time with the men...particularly the more...endowed ones… He shook his head, but the snow leopard had already closed the distance between them. A purple-gloved hand grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing, pinching, rolling his balls through the fabric. “I know what you like, Jax...and if you give me the information I seek, I can see to it that you drown in your lusts for the rest of your life…” “You - get your hand off me!” “Override Omega-Alpha.” Just as Jax was about to grab the snow leopard’s hand, his suit came to an abrupt stop. He couldn’t move anything, not his arm, not his hand, not even his tail. He could only stare as the snow leopard continued to molest his crotch, rubbing his sac, encouraging his cock to grow upwards, bulging against the front of the suit. “Something that your rather uneducated side likely overlooked when you looted the suits from the trash. They are all pre-programmed with a number of useful commands, all able to be triggered by the more advanced suits as a security measure. The moment that you put that Zero Suit on, you made yourself vulnerable to us.” “You...bastard…” “I have full control of your suit, and therefore, your body. Dog Position.” The suit suddenly dropped him to all fours, leaving him with his tail up, his eyes wide as he realized that he might as well have been in a force field that only touched his body. He couldn’t move, not even the slightest bit. And the snow leopard wasn’t done. “You see, I can do whatever I want to you...and that is precisely what the up-and-coming Commander Jax loves, isn’t it?” “You...you’re wrong…” “Then the security feeds of your orca gunnery officer pinning you to the deck and rutting you were faked? Or perhaps the eye-witnesses of you being lifted up the shower wall while getting fucked by your gunnery sergeant were completely falsified? Or any number of other times when someone else showed you that they were bigger, stronger, manlier than you, and you just crumbled before them…” Gloved, yet still clawed, fingers gripped his ass. Jax wanted to growl, wanted to fight back, but it was more than the suit restraining him now. He was pinned in place by his own humiliation, his own embarrassment at this whole thing. And worse...worse, his cock was starting to grow, hardening against the inside of his suit. “There are other features to these older suits, by the way. Features that you will find most...pleasurable.” “What the hell are you - oh-ho-ho, fuck…” Jax lowered his head to the deck as the claws at his hips shifted to a spot under his tail. He was used to the suits being skintight, but this was the first time that he had felt someone actually test that. Satoru’s finger gently pushed against his rim under his tail, and then...then it went in. He gasped as it rubbed over his prostate, his eyes going wide at the strange, pleasurable violation that the snow leopard was putting him through. He tried to shake his head, to ignore it, but the pleasure was already so strong, so good, each little thrust of one finger making his cock pulse, throb, rise. “That’s it. You really were not ready for this,” Satoru said, chuckling. “Perhaps in another few years, you would have been ready for a solo mission, but now...now, you are just an eager prisoner. A slut to your own vices.” “Nnngh...I will...I will not break…” “Not for a finger, certainly. But for this?” He couldn’t look back, but he [i]could[/i] feel something slap against his rump. The fox froze, his prior experiences telling him right off the bat that there was a cock that was bigger than his resting against his ass, and one that was still wrapped up in Zero Suit material. “There are times when we cannot strip out of our suits, so we have to make do. Now...let’s see how long it takes for you to submit to us…” The tip of the feline’s shaft brushed against his hole, and Jax gritted his teeth, bracing himself as best he could for what was to come. He lowered his head, taking a breath or two, feeling the nudging against his pucker, and then - Pop. He wheezed softly, the pressure of that shaft sliding along his prostate as it went in canceling out any and all pain that would have come from getting fucked. He groaned, his head hanging down as his cock pulsed pathetically in the front of his suit. “That’s it...clench down if you like. We’ll be here all day, until you break. And then...heh...then, we’ll see about getting you a proper suit. A slave suit, perhaps, that leaves you with a good little null-bulge. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? One more bit of control taken away…” Jax didn’t want to admit it, but this was already breaking him down. If he didn’t think of a way out, he’d be one of their slaves in short order. [i]Think...think…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]