“You are prisoner 4-F in room 429 of this facility. My name is Sasha. You are here because you deserve to be.” The words were formal, but the tone was more… personal. She toyed with the fur on top of the captive wolf’s head, leaning over the back of the chair he was bound to.

“Do you understand?” She stepped out to where he could see her. Sasha was a lynx, replete with a sleek golden-brown furred body, black spots, tufts on the tips of her ears, and a dampness around her cunny she made sure the wolf could smell. Sasha wanted him to associate her with sex from the very first time he saw her.

The prisoner, named Marcus by his kin, wasn’t a bad-looking fellow; a handsome military officer, with runner’s body and iron-gray fur, bound and drugged for her to play with. Sasha ran her hands through his fur, over his chest, across his slack face, down his sides, circled the opening of his sheath. A weak moan escaped his lips. Oh yes, she’d enjoy this one.

“Wha… wha’re you doing?” The wolf could barely speak. She put a finger over his muzzle and flipped a switch. The lights dimmed, the walls of the 8’ x 8’ room were covered with soft, gently rippling light. The lynx arched into the bound wolf as she reached around behind him to make sure his restraints were tight.

A soft sound, almost music, filled the room; the light dimmed further, leaving the colors to play over Sasha’s fur as she climbed into the captive’s lap. Marcus’s head rolled back at the slightest press of her fingertips, and she leaned her head forward. His lips met hers, instinctively returning her kiss; she broke away and hugged him close, whispering into his ear.

“Shh, it’s okay, just relax. You’re safe.” Sasha pet him, licked the inside of his ear, felt him shudder under her, his cock beginning to poke out of its sheath. The way his fur rubbed across her stiff nipples when he squirmed felt wonderful, the slight coarseness enough to excite but not to abrade. She gave him another lick. His world was in shambles, his head clouded beyond recognition; it was unlikely that he even knew where he was, even after she’d told him. “Nothing’s wrong, shh.” She rubbed the wet lips of her sex on his thigh, sure he could feel the heat of her arousal. Patience! She had to have patience. If she took him now, she’d never get him deep enough.

Marcus shook his head weakly, trying to rouse himself. “Nnno, something’s not right.” Even in his drugged haze, the wrongness of the situation had sunk in; normally, lynxes didn’t force themselves on bound, drugged wolves tied to chairs in rooms with colored walls. “Yyrr trying to trick mmmm…” He tried to turn his head

“The music is beautiful, isn’t it?” Sasha leaned closer, stopped his head by framing his muzzle with her breasts. Not too big, but certainly not small, and perfect for the job. “And the colors are so pretty, and my eyes shine with their reflection. I bet you could just lose yourself in them, no need to look at the walls, so much easier to just look at me.” Her hand traced itself down between their legs, stroking his fully erect member. “So much easier.” Sasha’s other hand found his tail, stroking the base. “So pretty.” Marcus’s tail slowly swished from side to side, responding reflexively to the touch.

Marcus didn’t reply. What could he say? He tried to get away from her, but he kept glancing to her eyes and his head slowed… stopped. His mouth hung ever so slightly open as Sasha caressed his face. “That’s it. Just relax, more and more. It’s nice to be here with me, isn’t it?”

“Nice.” He mumbled. His tail was moving slower, now. The realization dawned: he didn’t even know how to fight.

“So relaxed, sleepy, relaxed and sleepy.” And aroused, Sasha was seeing to that. She ran her hand up and down his cock, lubing it with his precum, the pads of her fingers surrounding his manhood with delicious, gentle friction. “It’s so easy to let yourself drift, it feels so good to relax. Just deeper and deeper.” She leaned forward licked at one of his nipples first, then the other, all the while stroking his member. “As you go deeper you get more aroused, and as you get more aroused you go deeper, deeper and deeper, so deep.” Sasha was tying sex with hypnosis and hypnosis with sex so thoroughly in his mind that one would bring the other automatically, she hoped.

“We’re going to sleep soon. This room is an elevator.” Her tone made it a question: did he believe her? Marcus grunted. He did. “We’re on the tenth floor. The elevator is starting to move; it’s going down, deeper and deeper, so slow it seems like a dream. By the time we reach the first floor, we’ll be asleep. Count down with me, Marcus.” Of course he couldn’t, he couldn’t even talk, but he tried. “Nine, the elevator is sinking deeper... Eight, so relaxed with Sasha, seeing only her.” She wasn’t sure she could make it. If he so much as looked at her cunt with those vacant eyes, she’d cum on the spot.

“Seven, feels so good to relax, deeper and deeper… Six, so sleepy, your eyelids are getting heavy, it’s hard to keep them open, and they start to close... Five, my eyes are so relaxing, you can barely stay awake, but you can sleep soon.” And fuck me until I’m as insensate as you. “Four, it feels so good to be with Sasha, to be with me, held in my arms… Three, so deep and relaxed, so helplessly aroused, almost to the bottom now, and then we can sleep... Two, so relaxed, almost completely asleep... One, asleep. Sleeping with Sasha. Sleeping with me. Are you asleep, Marcus?”

He mumbled something. “Good.” she was openly purring now. “It’s good to sleep.” She let go of his member and trailed her hand, slick with precum, over his chest, then took a slow, testing lick of his maleness. He didn’t stir, but his prick throbbed at the attention, another bead of precum leaking down the front. It was finally time to take him.

Bracing herself on the sides of the chair, Sasha rocked forward on her hips, sliding her clit up his cock, smearing his precum along his throbbing member; the wolf squirmed a little, but only a little. She took a breath, then sank slowly back, impaling herself on his member. She gave him a possessive squeeze. “Marcus, do you feel that? You’re back at home with Sasha. It’s so good to be back with me, doesn’t it?” Marcus mumbled something. “It feels so right to sleep with the woman you love.” She rocked forward, tickling the base of his sack with her tail, massaging his chest with her hands. “Sleep with Sasha, Marcus. Love her, love me, let me know you’ll never leave her again.” Marcus’s hips rolled to meet hers. He said something but it didn’t matter. “Make love to me, Marcus.”

Marcus surprised her with a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, exploring her teeth and tongue; Sasha gave a delighted mrowl, raking her claws in gentle furrows on his back as he rolled his hips back, then forward, stretching her pussy wide around his cock, as deep as it could go. Openly panting, he started to thrust into her, letting her ride him, kissing her face, licking her nipples.

The lights were still pumping into his brain but the music was being drowned out by the sounds of their lovemaking; Marcus, and the one pretending to be his wife. He believed it. Oh, did he believe it. Marcus tugged against his hand restraints, fingers flexing around some unseen breast, panting from the overwhelming sensations his body was receiving. Sasha started to move, slowly at first but with increasing speed, riding the bound and delirious wolf back as hard as he was bucking into her. For a moment, she almost believed it too.

But the reality was so much hotter, so much fuller than any fantasy could be. Her juices glowed iridescent in the hypnotic light, the deep throb of her purr reverberating through every core of his being, her pussy stuffed to the brim with willing wolfcock, this was life. He started to open his eyes, waking a little from his trance into his new reality; they were glazed, but they could see. “Gettng… closrrrr.”

She grinned toothily. “Yes, you are.” He sank back, stopped, then thrust completely off the chair! The metal restraints clanged hard against each other, the chair jerking it against the bolts that held it in place, and Sasha yowled at the sudden force of it. It was too much, he was too far inside her mentally and physically; she came hard, and he did too. Wave after wave of electric pleasure coursed through her very soul as his hot member pulsed inside her, filling her insides with his seed; she arched her back, giving voice to her ecstasy for all the world to hear, straddling the bound wolf on the chair, surrounded by softly shifting multicolored lights.

Slowly, she sank down. Marcus had passed out completely. The drugs tended to make them fragile that way. She hugged him, licked the saliva off his face. The moment couldn’t last forever, but it didn’t have to end just yet. Purring softly, she rested her head on his shoulder, comfortable in his arms. After a time, she allowed herself to doze, confident that she’d wake long before he did.

The lynx woke up in her own bed, her stomach rumbling. They must have taken her to her quarters. Sasha’s jaws cracked wide in a yawn as she stretched, her muscles a bit stiff. Twitching, Sasha itched her nose before padding over to her closet and plucking out her clothing. Her room wasn’t huge, but it was plenty for her needs—few possessions, just some books, a television, a few films, and other such. There was the monitor panel mounted in the wall, some knickknacks, and not much else in the small apartment.

Dressed in her uniform, Sasha opened the door, turning left toward the elevator; the click-clack of her heels echoed down the hall as she walked. The elevator door was deserted; a lonely monitor played a newsreel for no one in particular. She pressed the call button, but from the look of the lights above the door, it’d be a while. The newsreel chimed: it saw her and started itself over.

“Welcome, citizen, to the world of news!” The announcer’s voice was slightly distorted from the age of the recording, and the image flickered on the edges. The news logo faded from the screen, replaced by a scene of a park with a female collie addressing a crowd. “The C�late, leader to the enemy’s people, comforter for their wounded, speaker for their souls. She represents an important link in the chain of the home front of their war effort.”

The scene shifted: a skunk femme was speaking at a podium, her words not part of the sound. “Appointed without care for her skills, this C�late nonetheless reigned over the enemy’s people for many years as a hollow figurehead. Her loss would have upset the enemy dearly, but alas, she lived to be very old, draining further valuable resources.” The screen changed to a large question mark. “But today’s C�late? Missing!”

A squad of shock troops burst through the question mark, cheering. “Our brave soldiers have captured the C�late! Without that guidance, our enemy will surely crumble; their citizens lack the personality of our own, and without leadership they will fall into disarray, finally resolving this long conflict.” The soldiers straightened and saluted an unseen flag as the image transitioned to the news logo. “We’re ending the war, citizen, one victory at a time. The Sun Empire is eternal!” Triumphant music played as the picture faded.

Everyone who worked at the facility was memory-sealed before doing so, then reversed after they left. It reduced security risks and helped them to accept what they did here. Sasha wouldn’t be troubled by memories of breaking prisoners—indeed, while it happened she enjoyed it greatly, and in her later years she would only recall serving her country. Everyone here had been tranced many times before, but how many times was anyone’s guess, and how long it would be before she woke up in her real home was a mystery. News of the outside world was rare, so even propaganda like that newsreel was welcome.

The elevator dinged, finally letting Sasha board. The doors shut behind her and the elevator whisked her away, the shudder of the machinery the only sound; Sasha was alone with her thoughts. “Let’s see… We’re in a war, yes, but the wolf’s file said he was military so that’s not new. We’ve captured one of their leaders, or they’ve gone missing and we’re claiming to have them. The newsreel seemed old, so that happened a bit ago…” The elevator shuddered to a halt, interrupting her thoughts. Sasha stepped out and walked the short distance left to the mess hall.

The very empty mess hall. No workers, no other patrons except one lion eating what looked to be… leftover stew? Sasha rolled her eyes. Military food was military food no matter what. Helping herself to some, she padded over to the table and sat down by the lion—something about him was familiar, but she couldn’t place what it was. Probably from before the wipe. He was tall, even for a lion, and his unmarked uniform covered a well-toned body. The lion set his spoon down and grinned at her.

“So, who are you today?” Yes, there was definitely something familiar about his rumbling voice, but damned if she could place what it was.

“Sasha.” The lynx grinned and clasped her hands together, fluttering her eyes. “Dainty wife to valiant Marcus, soldier of the enemy, too sweet and fragile to fight for herself.” The male nodded.

“Sasha’s a good name. I’m Dekhal.” His lips curled in distaste for his name, but apparently not the stew, which he actually seemed to like. What horrible upbringing could make a man enjoy that slop? “But what can I do? The name they give you is the name you get.” He paused. “You know, I can’t help but think I’ve seen you before.” The ground shook, just a little—a minor tremor, they happened from time to time in the facility.

“You too? I got the same feeling. Must have been before the wipe. So,” Sasha leaned forward on her elbows, her meal forgotten. “What do you remember?”

“Mrrrrr, not much. Your eyes, I think, are what tug at my memory.” He leaned forward, peering into her eyes! Sasha kept her surprise from her face. Dekhal must have just been wiped—why else would he be so careless? The gold trim on her black uniform marked her as an inquisitor and eyes were a very common focus; he was practically begging to be taken. The odds were very good that the lion had been put under dozens of times staring into someone’s eyes and thinking what he was told. Was it a trap? Could she get in trouble for it? She knew it wasn’t forbidden, and why would it be, as long as it didn’t interfere with their work? If she didn’t take him too deeply, just enough to cloud his judgment, she should be fine. He’d be especially vulnerable fresh off the wipe.

Sasha’s voice was soft, almost a caress, seeming even quieter after the long pause. “Oh? What do you see in them?” She leaned further forward, their noses only a hands-breadth away.

“I see…” He sighed. “I don’t know. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. They haven’t given me a role yet, I don’t even know where we are, and I don’t remember anyone here.” Dekhal was definitely fresh from wipe, that’s for sure. “You’re the first thing I’ve seen that triggers any sort of spark up here,” he tapped his head. “And there’s just something comforting about how you look, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“So looking into my eyes relaxes you?” He nodded slightly. “I don’t mind, keep look deeper if it relaxes you. You deserve to relax, to just lose yourself in my eyes.” After she stopped talking, Sasha waited to see if Dekhal would say anything. When he didn’t, she continued. “If you imagine, you can see them getting bigger and bigger until they completely fill your vision and you can’t see anything but my eyes. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into their relaxing pools, deeper and deeper, more relaxed as you go.” The lion, ever so slowly, started to lean forward, as if to get a better view. How… pliable. She’d never seen someone fall so quickly, even someone who’d been tranced dozens of times, without chemical influence. “Are you relaxed?”

“…yes.” His head was still moving forward, ever so slowly closing the gap between them, with only an inch or so left to go.

“You’re sliding deeper, getting more relaxed, as you get closer and closer, more and more relaxed, so when we touch you’ll be completely…” their lips met for a long moment before she pulled back. “…relaxed. Are you completely relaxed, Dekhal?”

“Yes,” he murmured, without sitting back up.

“Do you find me attractive?” It would do her no favors to bring a gay lion to her bed.

“Yes. The sight of you arouses me greatly.” Sasha glanced under the table. He wasn’t kidding.

“Would you like to come back to my room with me?”

He shook his head. “No. Not supposed trrrrrrrrr…” his voice trailed off in a purr as Sasha stroked his rock-hard member through his pants.

“Right, you’re a proper kitty, aren’t you? But even the most honorable of men…” Sasha released his manhood and got up and walked around behind the slouching lion, whispering in his ear. “…can be tempted, and if you were tempted enough, you’d go, wouldn’t you?” He nodded.

Sasha snaked a hand down the front of his shirt, toying with one of his nipples, and sent the other to work massaging his tail. The lynx made sure her breasts pressed up against his back. “And are you tempted?” She breathed into his ear.

“mmmmyesss” his breathing was speeding up and he leaned back into her touch. Sasha would have to be careful—Dekhal must not be very deep in trance if he was moving like that. She let go of his tail and leaned over in front of him, looking him right in the eyes.

“You should relax before you follow me back to my room.” He nodded, seemingly drawn to her eyes all on his own. They really must have done a number on this poor fellow, but it was good news for her. “Relax, more and more, losing yourself in my eyes. Just keep falling deeper and deeper into my eyes, deeper and deeper for Sasha. You can see only me, hear only my voice, and it feels so good to follow it deeper and deeper. Are you ready to go now?”

“Yes.” He was quieter, now.

“Good.” She took his hand and led him back to the elevator, trapping him up against the wall on the ride so he had nowhere to look but her, before bringing him back to her room. Sasha ushered him in the door, her tail swishing behind her, then gently set him down on her bed. The lynx sashayed over the wall, enjoying the lion’s enraptured stare, then flipped a switch.

The screen in front of Dekhal came to life, filling up with several shiny, concentric rings, as soft music began to play. Colors oozed through the rings in various patterns, capturing Dekhal’s gaze almost immediately. He sat on the edge of the bed watching the screen as Sasha started to undress him, all the while telling him to relax. In the end, the lion was completely nude, his erection throbbing proudly in the air as he sat and stared into the circles, utterly devoid of thought.

The lynx played with her prey’s ears, stroking the fur on them gently. “Who are you deep for?”

The lion’s jaw was slack as he replied. “I serve 21-84.” His erection was leaking an impressive amount of precum despite being largely untouched. Sasha smiled and pet her poor, confused lion. They must have really worked him over.

“No, you serve Sasha.” Sasha climbed into his lap, careful not to block his view of the screen, and positioned his studded lionhood at her entrance, her back to his chest so she could see the colors too. “You love to be with me, to be so deep, so relaxed.” She slid back onto him, gasping as the little bumps on his member stimulated the inside of her pussy. Her tail snaked around his body and wound itself with his as best it could. “You love to be with me, you’d do anything to feel this way again, wouldn’t you? Tell me what you think of me, make love to me.”

“Mmph, yes,” he grunted, starting to thrust into her. She picked his hands up and placed them on her breasts while she rode him. Dekhal rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, massaged her breasts, nibbled on the nape of her neck, whispered sweet nothings into her tufted ear. Sasha felt like she wanted to melt, the stimulation was too much, and the way his teeth played on her neck awoke some very primal, very submissive feelings within her. It didn’t help that the screen was right in the middle of her field of vision. She felt herself start to slide into trance and it was too good to stop.

He was still talking, telling her all the things she wanted to hear, rolling his hips and pumping his rock hard member into her. The room smelled like lion, lynx, sex, and musk. Her yowls of pleasure, the music, his grunts and his voice, still purring softly into her ear, filled her ears as his hands played with her breasts and his tail caressed hers. Sasha arched forward, completely overwhelmed, and he followed, pressing into her back. She couldn’t even speak to tell him to stop. She had no words left.

They slid off the bed, locked together, and the lynx supported herself on hands and knees, eyes glued to the monitor, as Dekhal thrust into her from behind, leaning forward to take the scruff of her neck into his mouth, claiming her completely. After a while, his words and the monitor slid her far enough under that she stopped thinking and didn’t feel anything other than the sex and a warm glow of contentment. Eventually that, too, faded, leaving them to fall asleep together on her bed. Sasha wondered just how they got back up there when sleep took her.

Sasha woke up, but only a little. Her mind was still fuzzy as her eyelids fluttered open; the first thing she saw was the monitor on her wall, colors playing softly over rings. The hands idly kneading her breasts made her feel so content, so at peace, and as just as easily as they’d woken her up they eased her back into a light trance. There was someone whispering in her ear, she knew, but she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Sasha absently pushed herself up, sliding into Dekhal’s lap, and in a moment he was in her. His hot member slipped through her entrance with a wet sound and she felt good, so good, so good with him inside her, she never wanted this to end and he was thrusting inside her and time seemed to slow down and then he was holding her and he was mating her and it felt sooooo gooood…

Her sleep schedule was completely destroyed by now, she was sure. Sasha had gone into Marcus’s room with the intent of sleeping afterward, but had only caught a light nap before going to eat. Then more sex, then a short nap, then who-knows-how-much-more sex. There was sleep after that, too, because the lynx woke up in her room a long time after she’d gotten to it, but she wasn’t rested at all.

Sasha popped another painkiller in her mouth and washed it down with a glass of water. No, there hadn’t been much sleeping. That lion was responsible, definitely. God, had he put her under? She was sure she’d been the one to snare him, but it all seemed so muddled now. The lynx shook her head to clear it and put on the bits of her scattered uniform. A walk would do her good and she had to go prepare Marcus’s induction tapes anyway.

Machinery hopelessly cluttered the tapes room with endless miles of wires, volumes of technical manuals, and more than a few discarded ration packages. Sasha picked a spot that seemed the least dirty, alighting on an old computer core that seemed unlikely to tear her uniform, before extracting the little pen microphone in her pocket. The console’s wire connected to it with a click and a green light turned on in the little machine; the microphone was cheerily signaling that it had identified itself to the computer, and as soon as Sasha pressed it’s nubbly little button she could record her mind-melting instructions for whatever prisoner was hers.

The lynx pulled out her water bottle and took a long drink. Her voice needed to be at it’s silkiest, warmest, and most seductive if she wanted this wolf to be putty in her hands. And she did, she wanted that a great deal, and if she thought about it too much more she’d need to change her undergarments so she had best start talking. Sasha held down the button on the microphone.

“You’re feeling very calm, very relaxed, and as you listen to my voice you will become more and more peaceful and slide deeper and deeper, and eventually you will fall asleep. But when you do, you’ll still be able to hear me, because my voice sounds so good and you couldn’t bear to be without it even though you’re so very tired, so tired and sleepy, and you want nothing more than to sleep a deep sleep and listen to my voice, so just listen to my voice, nothing but my voice as you fall deeper and deeper asleep.”

She let go and the machine flawlessly looped back to the beginning, playing her words for her inspection. When she was satisfied, she flicked a switch, and the room quieted as the message started to loop for Marcus. She had several hours until he was ready, but by the time she got to the room, that message would be drilled into his brain and he’d be ready for the next step.

People came and went, furs of all types and sizes, deer and badgers and servals and foxes and wolves and all manner of other creatures. Some, Sasha was sure she’d never seen before today. After her last wipe she came to this same spot in the central hub and watched the other workers in the facility come and go, most of them just as confused as she, and the thing that struck her the most was the mundanity of it all. Creatures she didn’t know existed strolling around in front of her, plain as day, and the lynx felt… nothing. It felt quite normal, and with no memories, feelings were all she had to go on. Unknown things were normal, but unusual things were scary, and unusual inevitably led to Dekhal.

There were a lot of unanswered questions about her newest lion. And that doe with the clipboard, wearing the blue-trimmed coordinator’s uniform—again, mostly black, but all the uniforms in the facility were black—might hold the answers.

“Hey, Candi! Over here!” Sasha grinned, genuinely glad to see a familiar face.

“Oh hey, Karen!” The doe trotted up the side of the bowl-shaped hub, stumbled a bit when a little tremor shook the facility, then took a seat on the bench next to Sasha. “Or is that your name yet?”

“Sasha.” She beamed. It was a good name, one of the best, and it suited her well; she was proud. The lynx snaked an arm around the doe, hugging her close. “How’ve you been?”

Candice looked down, bashful as always. As always? Ah, and judging from how the doe reacted, they’d fucked once. Or twice. Or many, many times. Probably the latter. “I’ve been well enough. Your friend getting used to his assignment?”

Sasha’s eyes shot wide open, but Candice wasn’t looking. How had she known about that? Assignment? Dekhal hadn’t even had a uniform when she met him, he’d been in civvies. “Er, yeah.”

“That’s good. Getting a wipe can be harsh, but doing it with no introductory period has got to smart.”

Sasha smiled sweetly and massaged Candice’s shoulder. “What, exactly, is Dekhal up to?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Candi leafed through her papers. “He’s an inquisitor like you, though I doubt he’s taken anyone yet.” Oh gods. “The lion’s getting a few days to readjust before they give him a mark.”

“um. An inquisitor?” Sasha’s voice was small, very small. She’d just assumed that in the throes of ecstasy she’d let herself be tranced, but if he had taken her on purpose…

“Yes, for all the good it’ll do him. He just got out of wipe yesterday. I… oh. Oh my, you are a randy thing, aren’t you?” The doe’s titter made Sasha’s ears flush; they set to twitching so hard she feared they’d pop out of her head. “No, he doesn’t know how to do anything yet, it’ll come back to him but it’s too soon.” The doe gave her taller friend a last squeeze before standing up to. “You have nothing to worry about.”

That, Sasha thought as she watched the doe leave, was simply not true.

Sasha found Marcus sleeping in a bed. The old chair was gone and the bed was the only furniture, but no doubt Marcus saw the room he used to live in. Candice and the speakers in the room had seen to that. There was, however, only so much a machine could do. The rest required a more personal touch. The lynx stalked up next to the sleeping wolf.

“Hello, Marcus.” She stroked his ear, trailed her hand down his side, played with his tail—anything to keep physical contact between them. Every moment Sasha was with Marcus would be associated with touch and with sex until Marcus would spring to attention at the mere thought of her. The reverse was true, too—arousal would make him think of her just as surely. “Can you hear me, Marcus?”

“…yes.” His voice was soft, but audible. Sasha grinned as the blankets around his crotch started to tent; her claw tips trailed down his chest, tugging the sheets away and freeing his wolfhood.

“Do you know who I am, Marcus?” She gave his member a long, sllloowwww lick to remind him. “I’m the only person in the whole world for you.” She grasped his cock, gently stroking him as she spoke. “And we trust each other completely, don’t we?” She pumped him slowly, careful not to wake him. Marcus nodded as his head lolled to the side. “I’m going to tell you a secret, Marcus, but then you have to tell me a secret. My secret is that you were wounded during the fighting, Marcus. You’ve been bedridden, and you won’t be able to leave this bed until you heal. Do you understand?”

Another nod. “Now you should tell me something.” Sasha sent her thumb over the tip of his member and his hips thrust up reflexively, humping her hand in strong, instinctive strokes, skin sliding over his member as her pads held him tight. “Do you love me, Marcus?” This was the ultimate test. If Marcus accepted her as his wife in the reality she was building for him, the rest was a certainty. If he didn’t, it would mean many more sessions for them. Both good options, but her superiors did have a preference.

“Yes-aaaaaah…!” His thrusting sped up as Sasha brought her other hand into the play, flicking a claw inside his sheath and teasing his balls.

“Good wolf. You’re still soundly asleep, but as you near orgasm, you’ll find yourself sinking deeper, falling farther asleep as you become more aroused. When you cum, you’ll be completely entranced, as deep as you can go.” A wordless groan, but softer, was his reply. “The two are the same, falling deeper, getting closer, deeper and closer, entranced and aroused, under my control and cumming for me, deeper and deeper and closer and closer until...” with one smooth motion, Sasha leaned in and took his full length into her mouth and started swallowing.

Marcus came hard, fucking her mouth deeply, his gray-furred hips several inches off the bed and his tail thrashing about as Sasha ran her tongue along the length of his prick while it pumped ropey streams of the wolf’s essence into her waiting muzzle. It was only reluctantly that Sasha let him go, but she only had a moment until he was truly asleep and unable to hear her. “…you’re mine completely, and every time you cum for me from here on out, you’ll fall further under my control.” His head sank back into the pillow, but not in time. He’d heard her. She patted her conquest on the head possessively. “Good wolf.”

The door on Marcus’s cell closed with a soft click. Sasha’s mouth curled in predatory grin. This part was her very favorite part of the day, of her job, probably of her life. Her arousal was immense and obvious, her musk permeated the air around her, the session with Marcus having left her unsatisfied. The lynx sashayed down the hall like the avatar of sex itself, tail winding from side to side, passersby drawn to her despite the danger, but her eyes were locked on the open door near the end.

In a moment, she sidled inside, closing it behind her. In a chair in the middle of the room was a reddish-orange vixen with a patch of white fur running down her front, over her ample breasts and down to her moist snatch, with a bit of white on the end of her tail and her feet. The fox was drugged out of her mind and bound securely to a chair. The lynx padded up behind the prisoner and played with the fur on the top of her head.

“You are prisoner 4-F in room 429 of this facility. My name is Karen. You are here because you deserve to be. Do you understand?”

An incoherent moan was her only reply.