Posted on 2024-01-18 23:13:55
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Cmon, say it~. the happy husky soldier whispered into the ears of the hero known as
Stormwave.

The captive hero stared forward into the screen, a myriad of endless color reflecting off of her eyes from the bright tablet screen. Galaxies of hues covered her face, casting a visible spectrum for any onlooker to see. This array of entrancing colors pushed at her thoughts, pulled at them like the strings of a slack-jawed, unmoving puppet, and tried to replace them with whatever the endless pulsations desired.

Ah.. Nuh.. No.. she whispered, trying to muster the will to rise up from her knees. She knew there had to be some way to get up and fight off these two overly busty huskies and get free.
They were the bad guys, right? It didnt matter if they were super cute in their matching uniforms. Or if their caps, which hid the eyes so perfectly, meshed into the suddenly existing uniform fetish Zyla was developing. Even the fact that one of them had her knee between the kneeling foxs thighs, grinding softly against her suited sex, shouldnt matter at all. Not when they were trying to work through her free will, or erase her memories.

But it just felt so good!

You know you want to~ the standing officer said, her voice bouncing like in a song.
Master wants you to~ her nearly identical twin said, her words pushed right into her ears. Right into her mind.

I.. Nngh was the best defiance the fox could give, even as her hands raised up and pushed against her greatly expanded bust. The big titties squished out and strained at her costume, as their weight tried to tear the fabric and explode onto the scene. The pleasure from touching them, and that incredibly sexy idea of her own huge boobs, would have almost been important if she wasnt so occupied.

Even the question of where these massive melons came from was far from important, and dwindling by the second. She could only hear the words, echoing over and over in her mind, played by the melody of the stars which filled her vision. A twinkle for a syllable, fighting under the surface to come free. Each second, drawing further away from her words and thoughts, replacing them with his.
She could feel she had to fight, but that desire was getting so hard to even try focusing on. Like a
heavy weight that she couldnt lift, acquiescence just sounded so much better.

She opened her mouth to speak, instead of drooling like she had been for however long it was. When had her tongue gotten so heavy?

Ha ppy husky. Hap-py Mas-ter? she said, confused at her own words.
The two looked at her, smiling but expectant. Even without their eyes, she could feel it. The screen just urged her even further.
Wewf, Wewf? Wewf Wewf! she finished, her words becoming a broken dam as she fell into the endless vortex. Just blank and pliable, to the delight of her captors.
Good girl! Well get you wewf-ing in no time~