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The bulbous end of the toy was such a snug, perfect fit that Zelda barely felt the need to clench her inner muscles around it, but there was such pleasure to be had from hugging the egg-shaped end that her passage was _greedy_over it: she couldn't help clutching the bulb over and over again as she worked as healthy coating of lubricant over the front end of the feeldoe.

"I understand that my methods will probably seem a little unusual to you, but when it comes to extracting the truth from someone, I find that some eggs are a little easier to crack when I bring my tool kit with me," the canine explained. Kneeling behind an utterly helpless man, she didn't have to watch the lazy trickle of lubrication on her toy to know that she'd coated it: she wouldn't deny herself the sight of an impressive system of leather straps and cuffs that kept her capture in an obedient, kneeling posture. "You're nice and comfortable in there, right?"

One devious strap was tied around the base of a tail, keeping it from going flat, even when the tip of the same appendage was flicking down, trying to block her view of their previously stretched asshole.

"Oh, I'm very comfortable," the man finally replied, his voice dripping with such sarcasm that no one could have missed it...but it didn't matter if Zelda heard that tone or not.

The feeldoe between her legs couldn't discern sarcasm; it took those words as fact, but it could tell when the intended target was lying.

Zelda didn't want to share that surprise right away, but she was happy to push the tip of the toy against the warmth of a stretched, waiting pucker, just in time for the length of the toy to grow and press into the waiting orifice.

"Thanks for confirming my suspicions," Zelda murmured. She leaned her weight into the toy just enough that the smooth, rounded tip slipped easily into her waiting capture; thanks to all the prep work, there was barely any resistance to be had when the first inch found a home within him. "Believe me, your comfort was never my concern. We've got far more important topics to cover...and all you have to do is cooperate with me."

The Doberman pushed forth, burying another inch of the toy into the already soaking depths of the quivering man. He couldn't hide his nerves, but there were few people foolish or brave enough to try and keep information for Zelda Norton.

Whether it was stupidity or bravado, he was keeping some kind of secret from her, and the longer he withheld that information, the more his body would pay the price of secrecy.

"Tell me, Jace...how do you actually know my brother?"

The question was vague enough that he wasn't in danger of the toy getting any larger; it was hard to lie about a meeting that he could barely remember, but the cheetah wasn't aware of Zelda's trickery, just yet.

He was still trying to figure out how an evening in the more upscale neighborhoods downtown had resulted in his being dragged back to a high-end penthouse suite, but he could have accepted that good fortune smiled on him for that to happen.

What he couldn't believe was that he'd been overwhelmed by a tall, stacked Doberman and tied to a bondage rig that would have looked more at home in a dungeon than in a room overlooking the hustle and bustle of the city below.

"I don't...I d-don't really remember," Jace confessed, his voice conveying a greater honesty, and along with it, a greater confusion. "I didn't even know that you and Zack were related!"

Zelda hoped the toy would elongate right then, so much so that she halted her gait to wait and feel if more of the false flesh would bury itself in Jace's tailhole.

Much to her surprise, the cheetah was capable of telling the truth...and it seemed that she might have picked up the wrong mark at the bar, that evening.

"I'd say that you can't really see the resemblance, but much as I hate to admit it, my brother was fortunate enough to steal some of the good looks from our parents," Zelda chided. "But if he went about hiring someone as daft as you, I can't say that he inherited any of my father's wit."

"We really don't know each other that w-well," Jace claimed, his voice stifled by another slow, yet sudden push from the dominant canine. "He seems like a nice guy and all, but really, we've only met up a couple times before!"

"Just a couple of times?"

Thanks to the literal definition of the word, Jace didn't realize what a mistake he'd made by being so vague.

The toy couldn't understand such generalities, but it could understand that he would have been lying about the fact, by claiming that they'd only ever seen each other twice.

"Yes, j-just..._ooohfuck..._j-just a couple times, honest!" he repeated, but all the same, another inch of length magically pushed from the back of the toy, leaving the cheetah stuffed near to his deepest capacity. "What the fuck...d-did...did you just thrust again?"

He thought he would have been able to feel the thrusting motion of the canine behind him, but she was kneeling against a padded cushion, and his own body was propped on an adjustable table; it wasn't the same as feeling someone pump into him from behind on the bounce of a mattress.

There was no way to know what kind of pace she'd set, or how deep she was planning to drive the length, but he never would have guessed that his own words were the root cause of his current discomfort.

"Maybe I did," Zelda replied, free to lie to her capture without consequence. "And maybe I didn't...I feel like you must have a lot more experience with this than you're letting on, if you really couldn't tell; is this the first time you've let someone fuck you in the ass, Jace?"

Zelda was brazen: anyone who knew her, or even those who knew of her, would be able to confirm that.

To actually live the experience of hearing the such a dominant woman speak to him in such a direct, commanding, and _shameless_way was thrilling for Jace, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

"It's not the first time, n-no," he confessed, figuring that there was nothing to be gained from lying to the Doberman about that...but he hoped that Zelda would continue down that path.

He didn't understand why it was such a big deal for Zack to keep the secret of his real estate purchases from Zelda in the first place, but no matter how he'd found himself in that situation, Jace was caught in the middle of a strange, sibling quarrel, and the more Zelda was able to milk out of him, the more trouble he'd be in with Zack, later on.

And he probably won't use a toy, Jace thought. He'll probably just force my face into a pillow and knot me from behind...

Zelda had the courtesy to use plenty of lube to make the process of interrogating the cheetah a smooth and somewhat enjoyable process; Jace couldn't count on that same kindness from Zack, if word got out that he'd been betrayed by one of his new employees.

"And do you enjoy letting someone fuck your ass?" Zelda took the path Jace was hoping for, but there was a taunting nature in her voice.

"I mean, I...k-kinda do..."

Even an omission of the truth was enough to trigger the toy: for underselling how much he enjoyed being taken from behind, the toy responded, adding such a plentiful length that Zelda didn't have to budge an inch--the toy only came to a stop when it encountered the weight of his prostate.

Jace pursed his lip and winced his eyes, certain that there would be some sort of punishment for achieving an orgasm without permission, even if he literally couldn't control his body's reaction.

"Seems that you enjoy it quite a bit," Zelda mentioned. "Trust me, kitten...I felt that."

The internal grip was such that Zelda was struggling to push against the cheetah; that was exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't control the sudden, forceful seize of his inner walls...and that was before Zelda reached between her legs to push a button on the back end of the shaft.

Bzzzzzzzzz...

"Wait, w-wait!" Jace protested. His body offered a warm, slick gush to the table below, but for all the teasing he'd endured, he still hadn't achieved a climax.

It was only a burst of precum, but it was a sign of just how close he was, even before Zelda had a chance to find her proper rhythm.

"Wait for what, darling? You're clearly enjoying yourself, and obviously, you've got nothing more to tell me...you're just an unfortunate young man that found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time," Zelda theorized. "Mistaken identity; now all that's left to do is finish pounding your little ass until I've finished having my fun with you..."

All that time, Zelda was just enjoying the feeling of being buried within Jace, allowing the magically enhanced toy expand and fill the cheetah without any movement of her own.

As much as Jace couldn't resist the powerful, internal vibrations, Zelda was beholden to the same temptations: hips immediately crashed down against his bound, trapped body with such force that it rattled the straps, forcing them to strain against his shifted form.

"And if you're r-really good, I might even let you stay the night..."

Jace wasn't looking forward to the idea of wandering back through downtown with a sore, tired ass and a pair of wobbling legs. Even before that, the idea of a rideshare back to his parent's house was an unpleasant thought, and his sisters would have known that something was up with him the moment he walked through the door.

Some things were worth the price of his honesty, but the cheetah could already tell that Zelda was just buying time to come up with more direct things to ask him.

"Am I g-gonna be happy about that?" Jace had to ask, finally taking his turn to probe the Doberman for answers; turnabout seemed fair, but he didn't expect Zelda to be anymore forthcoming with information than he was. "Or is this j-just another trick?"

Curious digits were free to roam, their skillful touch walking along the muscular trail that began at the peak of Jace's calf. The track star was still in fantastic shape, one year removed from his collegiate days...and Zelda was the kind of woman who appreciated those who weren't afraid to show off their hard work.

The ticklish sensation only forced him to tense up that much further, but Zelda didn't linger. She pushed her fingertips along the inside of his leg, tracing the stretch in his distended fur and following it right to the back of his sack; a single, crooking tickle forced his entire body to tremble anew.

"No tricks, but no one stays in a hotel like this for free," Zelda reminded him. "I'm happy to be up front about that, but by the sound of it, you aren't willing to pay my price."

Zelda had no need of money, but she knew that some information was worth its weight in gold: whatever her brother was up to, she would have paid any price to get her nose into his business.

Whether it was to halt his progress or assist him in a project that was doomed to fail was her business, and curious as Jace was about the unusual relationship the canines shared, he needed to unwrap the enigma of Zelda before he went probing any further into her other relations.

He had to open up to her a little more, whether he liked it or not.

"Name your p-price, then...o-oh...fuck... fuck...I'll pay it!" Jace called out, his tone shifting with every devious stroke of Zelda's finger against the back of his sack.

She was tracing his orbs so delicately that it was a wonder he could feel something such subtle waves amid a sea of greater pleasures, but it was that little, playful toss of his balls that had him right on the verge of a climax...one that he desperately feared.

"You sure you wanna do that?"

Her question was _just_vague enough that even Zelda herself wasn't sure how the toy would response, but then, Jace was still torn on his answer.

Feeling a full, eager cup of his sack and a gentle, encouraging squeeze, he was pushed right over the line and into Zelda's clutches.

"Yes...y-yes...I'll tell you whatever you want if you just k-keep doing thaaaat!"

It was only the lack of a proper connection with her toy that kept Zelda from pummeling Jace's prostate over and over again; the lack of an ability to know exactly what she was coming into contact with.

That spared Jace from tumbling over the cliff of his orgasm in the moment that followed, but he was right at the brink, knowing that any sudden movement or touch could be the final straw.

"Couldn't tell me exactly what you wanted me to do, so...I suppose I'll do a little bit of everything ," Zelda offered. Thrusting the vibrating toy against her new plaything with a quicker pace, she squeezed his orbs with a more careful touch than she'd ever shown to a man before, knowing she needed to milk the entire truth out of him, before she showed the true darkness she was capable of. " If you're willing to tell me why my brother has been snooping around this neighborhood."

Jace knew the truth, but there was no way to reveal those details in the heat of the moment.

"Probably j-just a weird coincidence?"

The toy immediately reacted, expanding another inch and leaving a constant, unstoppable pressure on the flesh of Jace's prostate.

His stomach was utterly painted with his own cum as the first strand leapt from the tip, but what didn't cling to his fur and smear the underside of his chin was quick to show up on the leather cushioning of the table--swirls of vanilla glistened against a canvas of dark chocolate, with more of those full, chaotic streams joining the first on his next breath.

"Something tells me that you're not telling the truth," Zelda claimed. She still refused to explain the methodology behind her unique lie detector, but even when the extra inch filled the poor cheetah to the brim and denied him the chance to feel the entire toy at once, she kept thrusting; frustrating was pouring over, prompting the Doberman to pound Jace that much harder for his dishonesty. "You know something I don't, Jace...and...if you ever want to be able to walk a straight line again, you'll tell me everything!"

Her grip on his sack was tightening with every thrust, but the dominatrix was a woman of principle: she refused to go completely overboard with her pleasurable abuse until she'd drained Jace of every hidden word.

She hadn't ignored the streaks of his seed, nor the trickle of the same as the excess rolled over the back of her paw; that betrayal would require another punishment entirely.

"Tick tock, Jace..."

He was too busy whimpering to come up with the words that Zelda was looking for, but everything came to a halt when he didn't give the Doberman what she wanted: the toy held steady, she killed the vibrator, and her palm dropped from his sack as she went completely steady--all right in the middle of his orgasm.

I've made a terrible mistake, Jace realized. I dunno who's scarier, but...if I'm not careful, I'm gonna be getting the worst of it from both of them!

Zelda was already considering the benefits that Jace could bring to her stable of submissive creatures, but she was going to have to fight her brother for the rights to his body; that alone would cause ripples greater than Jace could appreciate, but his mind was barely able to comprehend those consequences, in that moment.

His orgasm was such a powerful thing that to be taken out of it in the middle of the peak was the greatest torture he'd endured.

He'd do anything to get that sensation back.

"Okay, he...h-he's..._mnnnf..._he's buying a storefront on the strip here!" Jace blurted out, just as another streak of cum burst against the valley of his stomach, "He's gonna open his own bar and s-start expanding his empire; that's what he said!"

"And where do you factor into all of this?" Zelda asked.

Her sudden calm was terrifying.

"He wants me to...t-to manage the bar for him," Jace finished his confession, hoping and praying that he'd feel another thrust, another grope; anything beyond the palpable tension that he felt in the cool air of the penthouse. "He wants to hire me!"

More piercing than any thrust that came before was the narrowed gaze; feeling it in the back of his skull, Jace felt as though he'd just handed Zelda a key to every secret tome that he'd ever kept.

"...Interesting... very interesting indeed, Jace..."

The sudden removal of any sensation left Jace to shudder for all the wrong reasons, but with the ultimate truth confessed, the toy magically shrunk back to its original size, and Zelda recoiled with it, pulling the length free and leaving the cheetah's tailhole to gape, still leaking the plentiful lubricant that it held before.

Oozing slowly and still clutching for the weight of the false cock, Jace couldn't help the reactions of his entrance, but he was putting on a show for Zelda that spoke to his desperation; desperate souls always found a way to prove useful to her.

"Wait, t-that...that's it?" Jace asked, unable to help a surge of frustration at the waste of his lost orgasm. "You're just gonna stop out of the blue?!"

"I said I'd do a little bit of everything," Zelda reminded him. "And I did exactly that: a little bit of everything."

Jace gulped.

"And you, in turn, came all over my favorite piece of bondage equipment, made a proper mess of yourself, and unwittingly made my brother into your employer and your enemy."

"What? Why is he my enemy?"

"You really think I'd let him take up a storefront on my block?" Zelda asked. "Not that I could have stopped him if I didn't know about it first, but now that I do...who do you think he's going to come after when the deal falls through?"

Shaking against the straps and swallowing a massive lump of nerves through an arid throat, Jace felt the gravity of his situation in such a way that he couldn't fathom standing upright.

He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.