[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 20
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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








With total control of the situation, Sean did just that. Of course, he stretched his leg out for the rabbit being programmed to worship – the feeling of a tongue between his toes was always a treat, after all – but while that happened, he let Richard know what had happened at the bank. The way that his zonked-out servants had been possessed, the way that he’d made a deal, everything. By the end of it, Richard’s eyes were wide and he had slumped back against the couch, holding a hand to his head. 

“So…what do you think?” Sean asked. 

“I think…you’ve done something impossible.”

“Not really impossible, if I’ve done it.”

“That’s besides the point. You talked to…them.”

“Pretty sure it was a single person.”

“Yeah, but...this is not normal. This is far from normal.”

“And this isn’t?” he asked, gesturing at the mind-controlled rabbit at his feet, at his own nudity, at the fact that he had taken over the penthouse with nothing but his own will and the contact lenses that he wore. 

Richard shook his head, rubbing his hands over his face. Far from looking panicked, though, the other Black Hat looked contemplative. He looked down at his own glasses, then at the fox again. 

“It spoke to you? They spoke to you?”

“I just said that.”

“This…”

“Perhaps you should tell me a little more about what’s going on, then?” Sean suggested, shifting his position so that he could bring his other foot down on Richard’s partner’s face. The rabbit groaned under his breath, huffing softly against the fox’s dusty toes. “I think that I deserve to know what’s going on at this point.”

“…”

“I think that your superior will allow it. He seems to be pretty willing to stay hands-off for the week.”

“Well…might as well,” the immaculate white rabbit said, putting his glasses down on the coffee table between them. “You saw the teleportation stuff, then?”

“That [i]was[/i] a surprise, I admit.”

“That’s just the start. The Federation has much more advanced technology than that, though they can’t show it to the public. The AEA is all the most that we can regularly use among the public. Anything further has to be kept out of the public eye. Teleportation, as you probably saw, is something that happens when nobody is looking, or where the record of it can be scrubbed from any devices that might catch it.

“But the technology’s there. That’s part of our duties as the Black Hats. We take those that need further…treatment…back to the central headquarters for processing, where all the tech is stored.”

“Where did you get all of that in the first place?”

“That’s classified.”

“And all the rest of this isn’t?”

“You –”

“Richad.” Sean smiled. “It’s me. And I have that treaty, that deal. Do you think that they’re not going to off me if I lose? I might as well hear it all, particularly since you’re on my side now…”

“…”

“I can make you. Remember that. So, let’s cut to the chase. Where did you get all this stuff? It’s not our kind of tech, is it?”

“…No.”

“Then what’s going on?”

The rabbit rubbed his head, grumbling into his fingers. For the first time since he had taken control, Richard looked concerned. Not nervous, not scared, but concerned, like he was weighting the pros and cons of what he had to do next. Sean wasn’t kidding, either; he would make the rabbit say what the hell was going on if he had to, but he already had a headache would prefer not to have to. 

“Well?” he asked. 

“…Fine. Might as well get it out there,” Richard muttered. “A few generations ago, there was an incident involving a passing bit of space debris. It bounced off of one of the satellites of the time and crash-landed half a mile off the western seaboard. The nation that this used to be sent out submarines to seize it and bring it home. 

“When it was brought to the surface, it was clearly not just random space junk. There were bits of machinery inside, live circuits despite having rested on the sea-floor for almost a week. It was brought to a safe zone to be studied, and the news kept the story of it being just random space junk firmly fixed in the public eye.”

“What was it, really?”

“Something that was half-machine, half-sentience. Someone – someone high up the chain of command, apparently – interacted with it, and some sort of fusion was done between the machine and the person. We’re still not sure how willing that was. Even today, we’re not sure just how much of the person remained and how much the machine took over.”

“They’re still alive?” Sean blinked. “How long ago was this?”

“Eighty years.”

“They must be ancient.”

“They’re old, but the machine half seems to be keeping the living half from deteriorating. At least, thus far.”

“Eighty years…” He blinked. “Wait. How much has technology changed for the average person since then?”

“You’re picking up on that, huh?”

“We’ve been kept in stasis for most of that time, haven’t we? Kept from getting anything new. Very small things, I guess, like the TVs and cars, but everything else –”

“Right in one,” Richard said, shaking his head. “It’s official policy to kill any extensive growth of tech before it can turn into something that the public can use. Hell, cell phones barely passed through that net, and only because we can track everything that they do. If they had any real degree of anonymity, we would have killed those off a long time ago.”

That explained a lot. He had always wondered how tech had slowed down so much compared to what the great leaps and bounds had been in the past. History showed that people could reach for the stars in massive, incredible leaps of faith, but in the modern day…

He looked down at the rabbit at his feet. There was still a hint of the irritation in his gaze, but his eyes were slowly going cloudy, and his pants were tenting in the front. A good sign that he was well on his way towards becoming a bit more lust-focused, more intent on giving a good time than trying to capture the fox. He lowered one foot down, pinching the head of that bulge and rubbing it from side to side. 

“So, this guy, this…fusion. He’s the one in charge?”

“They. They’re a they.”

“Right. Man and machine. Fused together, but still separate, then?”

“Somewhat. They’re all one being, but sometimes, you can tell which one is talking.”

“Hmmm, now isn’t that interesting…”

That meant that the deal that he’d gotten might not be unilateral between the two halves. One might be willing to offer him a better deal, or by the same token, one might want to take the deal away entirely. It depended on whether it was a unified offer in the first place, and whether it was something that had been made by the mortal or machine part. He tapped his chin, stroking his foot from side to side, keeping the rabbit beneath him well-teased, well-aroused. 

“I don’t suppose you Black Hats have a direct line to them?”

“One way,” Richard said, shaking his head. “They can only tap in when they want to, and we can’t tap in to them.”

“Pity. But they are watching.”

“…I suppose they are, considering that they were able to talk to you when you asked.”

“Hmm. Then I’ll just have to leave a message for them. Whatever they are, whoever they are…I’m open to more negotiation.”

He half-expected Richard to seize up and hear that voice from before, but nothing happened. For that matter, Richard looked rather happy that nothing had. Considering the way that the other rabbit had seized up and struggled to keep talking, he wasn’t too surprised about that. It was probably very, very uncomfortable. 

He sighed, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. It was going to be a rather messy week if he was going to make this work, but…if he played his cards right…

Well, it was worth trying, if only for the chance to be in a better place at the end of it. As it was, he’d already dug himself deep enough that there was no getting his freedom back if he failed, so he might as well see just how far he could go. The more entertaining he was, the better prize he’d get at the end. 

“Well, I guess that’s as much as I can get out of you on this. Unless you have anything else to tell me?”

“Nothing that I can think of. I haven’t thought of this much about the boss for…well, years.”

“Then I guess we can move on.” He looked down at the other rabbit, slowly pulling his foot back. “I don’t think I need another dom out there trying to fuck with me. Can you handle a slut of a partner?”

“As long as his brain’s not compromised, sure,” Richard said. “I need someone that can still do his job, you know.”

“Yes, I get that. One second.”

He looked down at the rabbit, using his foot to tilt the spotted male to look up at him. Their eyes met, and the programs that had been loading, transitioning, and installing themselves on the rabbit suddenly clicked on. The Black Hat stiffened under his foot, staring up at him as his breath came in short, quick gasps, and his hands curled in tight fists. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d been keeping the Black Hat immobile for the last few minutes, there was a real possibility that he might have ended up getting thrown to the ground and pummeled. The stiffening muscles all across the rabbit showed that he wanted to take it that far, that he was more than willing to get into a fight about losing his mind. 

Then again, so had all the rabbit’s victims. He didn’t feel that bad about this.

When it was done, the rabbit slumped forward, falling to all fours. A cum stain marked his pants, leaving him throbbing and twitching in there. Richard shook his head. 

“Never thought that he’d go down that easy.”

“Well, I have my ways.”

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about competition.”

“In the job?”

“With you,” Richard said, looking up and smirking. “I don’t want to share my toy too much, after all.”

“You think that I’m your toy, then?”

“Oh, I have to share you a [i]bit,[/i] there’s no denying that. You obviously care for your brother, and for now, your father is involved, but I don’t want to expand that circle too far. I can’t have my predator thinking that he’s that much better than his prey, after all.”

The rabbit’s smirk was just enough to send a sudden thrill to his cock, and he groaned under his breath. Richard got up from his seat, walking around the coffee table, and Sean shook his head. 

“Not wasting any time, are you?”

“Well, I didn’t get to finish last time, did I?” the rabbit asked, reaching down, his hand slowly closing on the fox’s chastity cage. “And I’ll just bet that you haven’t cum since you put this on.”

“I didn’t put it on.”

“No, someone else put it on you. Your father. Wanting to train you as a good little vixen, to remind you of what really matters.”

“…Oh, you’re good.”

“Very. Get up, hmm?”

Sean debated telling the two rabbits to go, but for the moment, he had control. He had already put Richard under his heel, and the new guy – Bart – was just as broken down. He could give in for a little bit of fun, at least. He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, guided along by the cage towards the penthouse bedroom. 

“I don’t suppose you brought any toys?” Richard asked. 

“I came here naked. I didn’t think I’d need any.”

“Well, that explains all the calls that we got.”

“Heh, all those police reports coming in about a naked fox?”

“All dismissed because of your species natural inclinations. What a pathetic little creature your species must be, to have everyone so willing to believe that you were just being your real self. Slutty, whorish…needy…”

That hand left his cage, going right back to his ass. No plug blocked the rabbit’s fingers this time, and he groaned in surprise satisfaction as he finally felt something sliding in again, something that found his prostate right away and lifted him up on his tiptoes. 

“Look at that. Just as easy as ever.”

“You know me. I know what I like.”

“Yes, and what you like is someone putting you in your place.”

“Mmmph…I’m guessing there’s…no way that you’re taking the cage off, then?”

“No. Foxes need to be locked up.”

That sent a shiver down his spine, and a good one, at that. The chastity cage went from being an annoyance to being a hot little accessory again, and his balls felt all the heavier for it as he was shoved towards the bed. He barely managed to catch himself before Richard was behind him again, grinding his fingers up and down his taint. Not into him, but just rubbing right where that implant was. 

He huffed, grunting under his breath as he felt the slime-lube that the implant created running out of his hole, almost like he had already been fucked a few times that night. The sensation of it sliding free was almost like a creampie coming loose, and his cock twitched in the cage. 

“Look at that. Already juicing for your next partner.”

“Mmmph…always good to be ready, right?”

“Oh, yes…perfect for your customers.”

Squelch. Three fingers at once, and he shivered as he felt just how far that went in. It had been too long since he had gotten used just perfectly like this, not like the abuse that he got from his father or the stuff that he had to hypnotize out of others, but just right with a dom that knew what they were doing. 

This was what he needed. This was exactly what he needed. 

He moaned under his breath, curling his toes as those three fingers slammed in and out, finger-banging him [i]hard[/i]. Richard knew the exact spot to hit for every thrust, making sure to keep hammering away at his prostate while using his other hand to work the implant, making him wetter, slicker, juicier back there. 

It didn’t take long for the fox to start moaning, for his arms to start shaking as his ass was violated and stretched again. Each thrust made his cheeks bounce, his balls sway. He could feel the strings of semi-biological lube running down his cheeks, over his hole, down his taint, along his balls and down his thighs. It was more productive than any woman would have been as she got went, and he could feel – 

“Ah!”

Four fingers for a thrust, then a full fist. He arched his back, huffing and puffing, his nipples going hard through his fur. His cock, unable to get fully hard in the cage, just pressed against the mesh at the tip, trying and failing to push through. Pain-pleasure came in equal measure down there, and he gritted his teeth as he felt that hand slowly turning in his hole, spinning one way, then the other, the knuckles grinding on everything inside of him. 

“Yes, you foxes love big things. Snarling, stalking, pouncing on everything that they can find…but look at you now…a little rabbit has his fist up your ass, and you can’t help but beg for more.”

“Mmmph…”

“You want more, hmm?”

POP!

The fist came free, and he almost collapsed right then and there from the sudden emptying feeling. He knew that he needed this, but fuck, he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed this when someone wasn’t just trying to break him. 

Or at least, wasn’t trying to break him the way that his father was doing it. He had to remember that this was still a member of the Black Hats. Richard was still someone that would happily see him broken if he could get out of it. The game was there; hell, he’d put the game in the rabbit’s head to begin with. 

All four fingers and thumb pressed against his asshole again, teasing him with the possibility of being stretched. He was gushing with goo back there, thick, hot lube that imitated a hole’s natural need. He had never felt it like this, though. Every time he clenched, a little more flowed free, like he was some kind of dispenser. 

“Nnngh…”

“You want more? Beg, like a good fox.”

“Mmmph…you are…AH!”

He gasped as those hands moved down, the one at his implant moving down to his balls and the one at his hole moving to the implant. A little squeeze, not too hard just yet, but enough to make his cock jerk up in the cage. He shivered, gritting his teeth at the pain that punched into the bottom of his stomach, just enough to make him feel the contrast to the pleasure. Not enough to actually stop the scene, just enough to keep reminding him of his position. 

“What was that, little pred?”

“Mmmph…”

“You know what you want. Now beg for it like a good fox, like a good slut.”

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“Or do you want to be a vixen that badly that you’d like to lose your balls right here and now?”

Another shiver as the rabbit pulled on his sac. Not quite rough enough to do damage, but enough to properly threaten it. It was another difference, another shift from how he had gotten it from his father. Never so much that he was going to fear for his life, but enough to fear that he might get something more than he bargained for. 

He smiled. Richard was good at this game. 

“Mmmph…gimme your cock…”

“Oh, just my cock?”

“Mmmph…no…”

“Then what do you want, little slut? Tell me. Tell your prey what you want so I know just how low you are.”

“Mmmph…everything…your fist…then your cock…then both…”

“Mmm, aren’t you a stretchy, needy thing…”

He knew that he could take it. He’d taken horse cocks before, and the rabbit’s dick, while good and thick, wasn’t the same size as that. The idea of taking fist and cock at the same time, of having both inside him and stretching him out, however? That was a gold standard fantasy. He lifted his ass just that little bit more, making his balls stretch further for a second before they bounced back up. 

“Alright, slut. You want it so bad? Let’s see how well you can take it…”

Sean felt the fingers against his pucker again, and relaxed. Just in time, too, as they punched right in. 

“Ah!”

He gasped as the breath was punched right out of him, his eyes rolling back at the severe weight right on his prostate. His cock lurched forward in the cage, leaving him shivering, panting, his mouth hanging open. Yes, that was it. That was the harder – 

Fuck! Another punch, coming right on the heels of the first, that fist going in and out, popping his asshole every time that it went in. Strings of the lube the implant made kept sliding out with that fist, making a mess every time that it pulled back, making it more and more messy, nasty, sloppy. 

Sexy, too. No mess from biological stuff, just the slippery, naughty wetness. He almost went face-down, ass-up, but he managed to keep that from happening. So far. 

In, out, in, out that fist went, punching in and then pressing deeper, pointed fingers wiggling their way into him before sliding backwards. The feeling of that limb pressing against his prostate the whole time, the weird way that it was brushing and rubbing the inside of his hole, the way that he could feel the knuckles grinding so deep before pulling back. Oh, fuck, he had missed that. His father’s cock had some pressure and power behind it, but it couldn’t go that deep, and his old man just didn’t do it like this. 

And then, finally, the fist opened inside him. 

“Ahhhhhh.”

He moaned, his toes curling, his cock finally dripping a little on the bed through the cage. Pre-cum, no more than pre-cum, but it was enough to finally give him a hint of relief. His heavy balls swayed below his cock, feeling even heavier as those splayed fingers opened him up, then finally came loose with a glorping sort of sound. 

“Well…you’re definitely wet enough to fuck now.”

“Mmmph…then do it. I can take it.”

“I know. All foxes can take it. Time to teach you why rabbits are the better tops.”

There was a slow unzipping sound from behind, followed by the warm heat of a cock right against his pucker. He was slowly tightening back up again – that was something else that the implant did, keeping him from having too great a gape – but it was forced open again with one firm thrust. He felt Richard climbing on the bed, then a big rabbit foot pressed down on his head, the smell of sweat and musk following as that dick went in all the way, balls bumping against his. 

“Mmmph…”

“As good as you thought, pred?”

“Fuck yes…”

“Then let’s see how long you can take it before you’re fucked silly.”

And then, the rabbit set to work. No long, slow thrusts like he got from horses, nor the way that his father rutted him hard. No, this was the definition of jackhammer fucking. 

Thudda-thudda-thudda went those hips against his ass, slamming in and out so fast that he almost couldn’t keep count with the thrusting. The sudden beat against his ass was just so powerful that he slid forward along the bed, his head pushed down into the sheets, his chastity cage rattling between his legs constantly. His eyes rolled back at the constant assault on his prostate. 

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

The jackhammer fuck continued, rattling the bedframe and sending him right down the rabbit hole of submission. He moaned, closed his eyes, smelled the soft musk of the sole against his face. Those long toes twiddled against his cheeks, almost pressing against his lips at times, and each thrust made him all the needier. 

The rabbit didn’t speak anymore. There was the occasional spank, but he could tell that Richard was focused more on his thrusting, on slamming in and out, making sure that he buried his cock deep every single time. One, two, three, four, five, faster, faster, faster, each time building up more speed and power. 

Sean took it, and took it well, curling his toes as the pace got fast enough that the force was no longer so overwhelming. He wasn’t so lost to it after the first few minutes, and could just enjoy the raw frenzy that he had pushed Richard into. 

[i]Heh…still…still got it.[/i]

The rutting continued apace, and he still loved it, but he no longer felt that utter submission that he’d felt when he started, when Richard was talking, teasing, nudging him along. The context, the pleasure that came from being pushed around like that, all came from the words that the rabbit used. With just action, he was the one in charge. 

And he showed it. He pushed back, clenching around that cock, making Richard feel just how tight he could get. The rabbit gasped, the Black Hat almost slowing down for a second. Almost, but he turned it into a different thrusting angle, lifting his legs up and taking a new position. Those strong toes gripped the fox’s thighs, and then – 

Thudda-thudda-thudda. They were back to the jackhammering pace, something that was intent on slamming him right into the bed. He grinned and lowered his head again, taking it and enjoying it. 

#

Eventually, they came to the end, though the hand and cock combo was less successful than he’d thought. He had hoped for something mind-blowing in intensity, but while there was definitely a great stretch from it, it didn’t do exactly what he wanted. They finished off, the rabbit pulling out of him and leaving a glob of cum inside, and Sean rolled over. Richard shook his head. 

“I can’t believe you’re still sober after that.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been fuck-drunk for a while.”

“Must have one hell of a tolerance.”

“You know it.”

“So…what are you going to do now?”

“Do?” Sean shrugged. “I’m going to take a day to think. And then, after that, I’m going to take my father down.”

“He’s going to be mayor in two days.”

“Then I better make sure that I get that post, instead.”

“You think you can?”

Sean smiled. He had a number of different favors owed to him now. He had the rebels, he had Richard and his partner, he had Peter and Gerold, and he could easily get more. The fact was, he had part of the city council on his side, too. All it would take would be a decision to remove his father, and then a little messing with the city’s media to get a broadcast out, and then…

Well, he could quite easily take the city in three days, if he played his cards right. That would leave him four to take anything else, if he wanted to. 

Richard groaned. 

“Well, that smile’s confident enough. Let me guess. You’re going to need me.”

“I think you’re getting paid for your services quite well with all the ‘benefits’ you’re getting out of me.”

“Hmmph. Never thought I’d be taking my paycheck in ass.”

“I also pay oral.”

“Cheeky.”

Sean nodded. But for the moment, they had other things that they needed to take care of. Richard got dressed, making his way out of the bedroom and collecting Bart as he went, and Sean leaned back on the bed, folding his hands behind his head contemplatively.

[i]That clears off that little loose end,[/i] he thought. [i]No worries about Richard’s partner finding out what’s going on with him and then ruining it for both of us. No chance of Richard getting fixed and put back to what he was. And no worries about the rest of the Federation coming down on my head for the rest of the week.[/i]

That meant that the only real worries were what was going to happen to Paul while he was away, and what might happen with Aston. His father was the bigger worry of the two, considering how unpredictable he was getting and how far things had gone, but if he could make sure to handle that soon, then there would be nothing to worry about. After all, the former deputy mayor couldn’t do much within a cell, particularly a cell that was buried beneath most of the rest of the city. 

[i]The Black Hats probably have holding cells like that, places they can keep people until they can teleport out. I’ll have to ask.[/i]

At the very least, he knew that he’d need to make sure that his father didn’t get the chance to talk to anyone after he was brought down. The last thing he needed was the older fox messing with his new authority. 

[i]Okay. I have one week, starting tomorrow. One day off to rest and keep myself from stressing out. Second day, have the city council take care of Aston and start deprogramming Paul. Third day, media take-over. Fourth day, broadcast.[/i]

His immediate plans had been a little too optimistic regarding how quickly he could take over the city, but still. Four days to go from nothing to dictator-mayor? That wasn’t too bad. And it would put on quite the show for the head of the Federation. 

[i]And that will open the door to some new deals…[/i]

At least, that was the hope. The whole idea was that he was going to make things better for himself and his brother. That meant that he needed power, and if he was going to have that power, he needed something to secure himself from having that power taken away. That voice had promised him that he’d be able to keep what he took, but that was a very vague sort of promise. He needed something more…secure. 

And it was interested in him. He was doing something different. So, he’d have to keep doing that. Something that they didn’t expect. Something that they hadn’t seen. Something that would make them want to keep watching. 

He rubbed his forehead, feeling the settling of blue balls falling on him now that sex had been over for long enough. Reaching down and fondling the cage, he told himself that he’d need to add going to a locksmith or something to what he did after getting his father locked up. That would be a rather awkward visit, but…well, it was better than just dealing with this thing. And knowing Aston, the old man had already destroyed the keys. No way of getting out by making him give them up. 

For a moment, he wondered if it would be worth hypnotizing his father into being an agent rather than locking him up. The possibility was there, technically, particularly with the lenses. His father didn’t know about them, still, and as long as they met with him armed and his father not, there was the possibility of overwhelming him. 

At the same time, there was too much that Aston had done to be just forgotten about. He could take that hypnotic route, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want the old man to get away with things like that. 

[i]I want him to know what he did,[/i] he thought. [i]I want him to realize that someone beat him. Properly.[/i]

He rolled onto his side, feeling his balls churning away, his ass clenching slowly as it gradually tightened up again. He was a sweaty mess, a sexy, sweaty mess, and tomorrow…yeah, tomorrow he’d have some clients to see to. At least, if that sign did a damn thing for him. It’d be worth finding out just how well he could do for himself out here. 







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

Summary: Sean has a meeting with Richard, and they talk about what the boss of the Black Hats actually is, and Sean finally has an extensive amount of fun. 

Tags: M/M, fox, rabbit, foot fetish, mind control, world development, worldbuilding, mind control, fisting, threatening, mild cbt, anal, orgasm, cum, creampie, fingering, series, dystopian,