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Weeks had passed since his capture, and John had no more knowledge of the world outside his room than when he'd first woke up inside it.

It wasn't a small room, by any means, but it might as well have been for how little he could move. Chained as he was, arms behind his back and against the wall, with his knees and ankles bound to the white paneled floor, he couldn't so much as take a step in any direction. Hell, he could barely move his head.

Not that there was anything to see. The walls were bare, though that wasn't always the case; the ones that held him had the means to change that with a push of a button; in an instant, the bare walls could suddenly be filled with various instruments of interrogation and torture, or with - he gritted his teeth at the thought - tools of teasing pleasure. Not all of the interrogators wished to push their captives with pain, and certainly not all of his had.

The human leaned his head back, letting the top of his head rest against the wall behind him as he sighed. "How much longer?" he whispered to himself. "How much longer can we hold out?"

Nobody answered him, not that he expected them to. They always kept the room quiet when there wasn't someone else in the room with him. Some interrogation tactic, he had no doubt; break the prisoner by driving him mad with quiet, make him desperate to talk with the first person to enter the room. Maybe even to himself, as he was just doing, so that they could learn something without even trying.

But he wouldn't give the invaders that satisfaction. No, he would not.

John closed his eyes, shutting out the room around him, and turned his thoughts back to his memories of Earth, of home, before the invaders came. Of cities that stood tall and strong, and were untainted by the smoke and fires of war; of skies that held clouds and birds, rather than warships and missiles; of an atmosphere that held shining satellites, rather than global defense platforms. In his mind, he looked back at what things had been, before the war. Before they had come.

Most of all, he thought of Valerie. A smile crossed his lips as he brought her to mind, her image as pristine and clear as it had been the day that he'd left to command part of the fleet. Tall as him and beautiful, with hair that ran halfway down to her waist and a smile that could light up the darkest day, she had somehow taken him as her own, and he had taken her in return. John knew that she was waiting for him, for word that he would be okay and home again by the end of the year. And he swore he would not disappoint her.

Hssss went the door on the far side of the room, and John opened his eyes again as he brought his head down. The smile the thought of Valerie had brought to his face dropped away at the sight of his 'visitor'.

"Well, well, looks like you've been thinking happy thoughts. Are you going to tell me what those were, or shall I just get started with our usual session?"

He glared at the alien, shaking his head even as she chuckled at him. She was familiar to him. Cassandra, she had introduced herself as when they'd first met; it might have been her real name, or it might have been some name that she'd come up with to sound like an Earth name, something to make him look at her as someone closer to him, more similar, more sympathetic.

But there was nothing about her that was similar to him, and if she was trying to seem like something or someone from Earth, all she succeeded in doing was reminding him of the animals down on the planet. She walked on two legs like him and other humans, true, but she did not have the body of a human. Rather than simple skin, she was covered in fur, black as pitch, and wore little besides the simple one piece jumpsuit that the aliens seemed to prefer. Her ears were long and hung down to her shoulders, almost like a parody of a rabbit from Earth.

In fact, that was basically what she looked like, like someone had taken a rabbit and made it vaguely humanoid and two legged, retaining all the sexual characteristics of a woman, but twisted with the bestial features of a rabbit. Her legs were thick with muscle, and ended in a pair of long feet, where the black fur was broken up only by the gold and silver rings that she wore on her toes and the deep red of the pads along the bottoms of her feet.

He looked up at her face again, the white of her teeth and the pink of her nose a stark contrast to the dark fur that covered her. "Oh, still not feeling like talking, hmm?" Cassandra asked him, chuckling to herself. A part of the floor rose up as she walked over to him, putting itself at chair level. She sat on it as soon as she had walked around it, and looked down at him. Her legs crossed, one of her large feet almost touching his chest, and her arms crossed under her breasts, lifting them up a bit, emphasizing them.

He ignored that. She might have the body of a woman, but she was nothing but an alien, a beast, one of them. John turned his head to the side, ignoring the laughter that he heard as he did.

"You are such a naughty prisoner, you know that?" she asked. He felt her toe drag along his chest, pulling on the tight fabric of the yellow prisoner outfit he was forced to wear. "We've had you here for weeks, and you haven't told us anything we can use."

"I don't know anything; I am just a soldier," he said, as he always did.

"A soldier? Maybe, but you are not 'just' anything, are you, John? Or should I say, Commodore John Trenton?"

A shudder went through him, barely suppressed, at the mention of his rank. He resisted the urge to turn to her, to react further, but his mind raced. How did they know? He'd been captured while out of uniform, and only his ident-chip in his hand had provided them the information that he was more than an enlisted grunt. How did they find out what his real rank was? And only slightly less importantly, when?

"Commodore John Trenton," Cassandra continued. "Second in command over the north-east quadrant of atmospheric defense of Earth, just under Admiral Renwold. The man that not only works to keep all of the different units defending your pitiful planet working together, but also the man with the security codes that activate, and more importantly, deactivate the defenses in that quadrant." The alien leaned back, her legs crossed, one of her toes tracing circles along his chest. "I think that we have a more valuable prisoner than we first thought."

The slow stroking of her toe on his chest suddenly turned into a rough shove, knocking him back against the wall hard enough to make his teeth rattle. She stood up again, standing on one foot as she leaned over him, holding him flush against the cold paneled wall. Her lips turned up in a smile that bared all of her teeth as she leaned in, chuckling at him. "We're going to take Earth, human; it won't be long before your defenses are exhausted, and we break through to those helpless civilians of yours on the planet surface. You have it in your power to end this war, right here, right now, without letting more of your people die fighting mine."

She looked down at him with...he wasn't sure what to call it. It wasn't malevolence, but it wasn't anything kind, either. The closest thing he could think of to call it might have been impatience, but even that didn't quite seem to match what she had in her eyes.

But regardless, her offer was nothing to him. He turned his head away from her, looking to the side. "I won't tell you anything. The people of Earth have survived everything that the universe has thrown at it so far; you'll be no different, no matter what you have, or where you come from," he said.

"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." The alien stood up with a chuckle, her large foot pulling back from his chest as she turned her back on him. "My superiors, perhaps not, but they won't interfere with me right now."

"What -" John silenced himself before he could finish the question. He would not play into the creature's games; he would not be drawn into what was doubtless a new interrogation technique. But still, a part of him was curious. Why would she be happy about him resisting? Any interrogator that he had seen before, either planetside, in the stations around Earth, or during his time here, got visibly annoyed when a prisoner refused to give information, and it only got worse the longer that they resisted.

Why would Cassandra be happy about him resisting?

She didn't tell him, not that he expected her to do anything of the sort. Instead, she walked over to the far side of the room, leaning against the wall and looking at him with a smirk on her face. "Your position wasn't the only thing that we found out about you, John Trenton," Cassandra said. "Our sources of information are incredibly thorough; we know what your life was like before you joined the service. We know what you were like before you received your training; we know that you were a writer back on Earth before you rejoined the defense force; and we know that you had a mate down on the surface."

Against his will, his eyes turned to her. He couldn't keep the worry he felt for Valerie off of his face, despite knowing that he was just giving the alien what she wanted, what she needed; leverage against him. He forced his face to stillness, but the growing smirk on the rabbit's face told him that it was too late to hide his emotions now.

So, he needed another tactic. "Even if you know about my...mate..." The word just seemed so wrong to use with Valerie, bestial rather than properly loving and affectionate. "Even if you know about her, what can you do? She is on the planet surface, not in space; it's not like you can send a force down there and capture her."

"You know what, you're right about that much, Commodore." She shook her head. "There's a reason we need you, after all; your fleet defenses are stronger than we thought when we brought our force here. Not enough to dislodge us, of course, but enough to keep our landing craft from getting enough soldiers down to Earth in order to begin the invasion proper.

"But there's something that you probably don't know. Then again, with your primitive understanding of science and technology, that's most of the universe, isn't it?"

He glared at her, but she just continued, talking almost like a teacher to a student. "There are more ships to our fleet than just the big warships and transports that you've seen around your planet, and around the moon. Just because we can go big - and honestly, who wouldn't go bigger rather than smaller, given the choice - there are some smaller ships in our fleet. Ships that are no bigger than one of the...what did you call them years ago...ah, yes. They're not any bigger than the cars that your people used to use."

John's face paled at that, and Cassandra chuckled at him, crossing her arms under her breasts, one ear falling over her left eye. "That's right, human; we both know that the scanners and defenses that your kind have around the planet aren't that sophisticated. It's not enough to launch a full invasion, of course, but for something like, I don't know, acquiring leverage against a troublesome prisoner...well, it's more than sufficient."

"If you so much as touch Valerie..." John growled, feeling something more than despair for the first time since he was locked up. He leaned forward against his bonds, as much as they would let him. His teeth were gritted and bared, and he glared at the grinning rabbit. "If any of your ships come so much as ten miles of her home, then I will make you all pay."

"You'll make us all pay, hmm?"

"In blood and fire," he said.

She shook her head. "So bloodthirsty and protective, aren't you?" She reached a hand over to the door, pressing a fingertip to it. "Why don't you try?"

John blinked at that statement. Were they foolish enough to let him loose and see if he could make good on his promise? He doubted that the aliens were that stupid, even with their massive overconfidence in their own abilities, but could luck actually be on his side?

Apparently not. His bonds were as tight as ever, and the touch only opened the door. He looked at her again in confusion, but turned to the doorway again as he heard footsteps clicking on the floor outside. His mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on. Were they bringing another interrogator in to work with Cassandra now, since she hadn't gotten anything out of him? If so, what did that have to do with what she just sai-

"Let go of me! Let go- oof!"

His eyes went wide as another human was shoved through the door, landing face first on the floor. Long hair fell over her face as the door shut behind her, hiding her face from view. Her body, on the other hand, was completely on display, the human woman naked. Her hands were bound behind her, which had prevented her from stopping her fall, and the only cushioning she had gotten were her large breasts hitting the floor first. Probably had hurt her a fair bit, John thought to himself, but there was little that he could do for her.

However, his mouth fell open in shock as she lifted her head, and he could see her face. Their eyes locked, his...with Valerie's.

His head whipped around, looking at Cassandra. "What...how did you..."

"I told you, human; we have ships that can break through your defenses. It was simple to snatch a single person from the planet, particularly once we had her location." The rabbit kicked Valerie onto her back, drawing a yelp from his wife, and stood with her large foot planted on top of Valerie's stomach. "With all of your stubbornness, it was simple enough to requisition a few of those fighters for the purpose of breaking your will and getting the codes that we need to shut down your defenses. The Admirals are starting to get pretty impatient, after all.

"But they wouldn't let me bring her in until you said that you would not go along with us. They made me offer you a chance to give up the codes without further torture or interrogation, but you passed that up." Large paw toes drummed on Valerie's stomach, and John watched as his wife's face twisted up in distaste at the alien. "When you refused again, you gave me the chance to use her against you; you gave up the last bit of mercy that you might have had. Now, we're going to try a different type of interrogation."

"What are you talking about? I'm a civilian!" Valerie shouted, squirming around in futile attempts to get out from under the alien's foot. "I have rights! You can't just -"

"We can do anything we want, human," Cassandra said. Lifting her foot, she brought it down between the naked woman's legs. Both Valerie and John's eyes went wide as the alien started grinding the bottom of her foot against Valerie's pussy, stroking it with the bottom of her foot. "Anything that we want. And the sooner that you learn that, the better things are going to be for you, and the better you'll fit into your new place in life."

Bringing her foot back from Valerie's sex, she wiped it along the human's leg before leaning against the wall. "Like I said, we're going to be taking a different tack with your interrogation from now on, Commodore. Every time that you refuse to answer a question, we'll be doing something to your wife instead of you. Every time that you refuse to give us what we want, you'll be inflicting punishment after punishment on your wife. Something that we should have been doing from the start, in my opinion, but my superiors disagreed. But now, they want results; honor comes second place now."

They had stepped up their game, John thought to himself, and he honestly wasn't sure if he could keep up his resistance now. Everything that they had told him, every lesson he'd learned about command came rushing back to him, warning him that he had to make sacrifices to take care of the rest of the planet, to safeguard the human race. He'd done that as much as he could so far, had been willing to sacrifice himself as well as soldiers under his command before to keep the aliens from penetrating the orbital defenses.

But this was the first time that someone other than himself or someone in the military had been threatened so directly by the aliens. He had never thought that they would stoop so low as to involve any of the civilians, let alone his wife, but they had. And it might just be the chink in his armor that they were looking for.

He looked at Valerie. Her face had paled at Cassandra's threats, eyes wide, and she looked back at him. No words left her lips, only an unspoken plea to help her.

It ripped at his heart, and all of his love for her begged him to say something, to give the alien what she wanted so that the two of them could just go home, so that Valerie would remained unharmed. In that single moment, he almost gave up the codes to the orbital defenses.

But he stopped himself at the last second, shaking his head once. It was a short move, his head barely moving, but enough to tell her that he couldn't. His duty superseded anything that they might suffer; they could not endanger everyone else back on Earth, no matter how much he wanted to spare them both suffering.

Valerie looked away from him, her eyes tearing up as she looked towards the other side of the room, and John suppressed a shudder as he felt a little crack go through his heart at the way his love must feel, knowing that he not only couldn't, but wouldn't protect her.

"Well, it seems that you both know the stakes now; let's see just how long you can last, human," Cassandra said with a small chuckle of her own. The rabbit alien pulled up another panel from the floor, using it as a seat as she rested her feet on top of Valerie's chest. Her thick toes wiggled along the top of the human woman's bare breasts, drawing groans of distaste from her, but Cassandra ignored them. Or, seemingly did; John thought he could see a small but sadistic grin just barely hidden on the rabbit's face.

Somehow managing to slide Valerie's nipples between her toes, Cassandra looked at him again. "Now, you are going to answer my questions. For every question you don't answer, Valerie here is going to suffer a punishment. I decide the punishment, so I might go light...or..." Baring her teeth, Cassandra pulled one foot back and kicked Valerie in the chest, sending her breasts slapping one another from the impact.

John gritted his teeth at the grimace that went across Valerie's face, but stopped himself from protesting, from saying anything. Cassandra was holding back with that kick; with the kind of muscles that the aliens had in their bodies, it wouldn't have been hard for the alien to kick Valerie across the floor, or break a bone. She was just showing off right now. Maybe that was all she could afford to do with a hostage...unlikely, but possible.

"Do you understand, human?" Cassandra asked.

"I understand," he said. He still wouldn't answer, and he just hoped that Valerie would understand...and that he could hold out, seeing her tortured.

"Good." She smiled, bringing her big feet back up to Valerie's chest. Her toes drummed along the human's large breasts, the tips knocking against her nipples several times, bumping them and bringing them to an unwilling hard state. The alien seemed to take perverse pleasure in seeing the humans blush at her actions, and began using her toes to stroke along Valerie's nipples.

The silence, broken only by unwilling heavy breathing on Valerie's part, was finally ended by the first question. "We'll start with something simple. How many ships do you have guarding the north pole of your planet? And who is the commander?"

He shrugged. "That is not my command post; I am only allowed to keep track of the men under me, and only communicate with other sectors when I receive orders from - "

"Don't give me that, human," she said with a shake of her head. "We know how many communications go back and forth across the planet every day. We can track them, even if we can't crack what they're saying. Don't tell me that you don't know, because I know that you do."

Once more, he shrugged. "I don't know what you want me to say, Cassandra," he said, even as he felt a small sweat drop forming along his scalp. Damn it, don't show weakness, he thought to himself; you can't allow yourself to think about what's going to happen to Valerie for this. "I never speak with the other commanders. I'm too busy making sure that my own forces are well organized and ready for what your people are going to throw at them."

She sighed, shaking her head. One foot pulled back from her fleshy footrest, and kicked the bound human onto her back. "I warned you, human, just what would happen if you didn't answer my questions," Cassandra said. Her ears pointed upwards, rather than drooping as they did before. "But if you want to see your mate suffer, then by all means, keep telling me that you don't know anything."

Bound as he was, he could only watch as Cassandra pushed down on Valerie's head, the large rabbit foot more than long enough to cover her head as it applied more and more pressure. Valerie whimpered, and cried out in pain as the pressure grew stronger and stronger. He knew from experience the pressure that Cassandra could bring to bear on a person with her legs, and winced in sympathy, looking away as Valerie screamed.

"Don't blame me for this, humans; the Commodore could have avoided all of this. But he doesn't care about his mate, it seems, only about his own position, only about his duty." The screams continued, echoing in the interrogation chamber for minutes on end before Cassandra slowly pulled her foot back. Not off, and not to the point of taking away all the pain, but apparently enough for Valerie to not need to scream.

The two women...no, the woman and the alien looked at him, one with a cocky smirk, the other with hopelessness. She did not understand; he had to protect Earth, no matter the cost, even if it meant hurting the person that mattered most to him, even if it meant breaking his own heart in order to do it.

Shaking her head, Cassandra crossed her arms under her breasts, balancing with one foot on the floor and the other on her hostage's head. "Now, let's try a few more questions...and don't mess up too many more, human; you don't want to see what I will do to her if you really try and resist me."

The questions came, one after another, each one targeting another part of the Earth Defense Force, each one involving something he already knew. Where was the weakest point in his sphere of duty? What were the codes to disable the automated defense platforms in orbit in his sector? Who were the weakest officers that might be targeted? Where were the most influential leaders in his sector that might be abducted?

Each question was one that he could have answered and spared Valerie pain, suffering, but John kept his mouth shut. There was no point in answering anything that Cassandra asked; even if he was to spare Valerie pain now, there would only be greater pain and suffering later, if the aliens used what he told them and managed to take over even a part of Earth.

Nobody knew where they'd come from, just like nobody knew anything about their leaders or how they thought. The only thing that they did know was that they saw humans as something beneath them, as resources. Living resources, but still resources. And they wanted to take them, and use them in some way. It was unclear how they expected to maintain their will and control over so many, but nobody on Earth wanted to take the chance and find out what would happen if they were to lose.

Every time that he failed to ask a question, Cassandra fulfilled her promise to punish Valerie, each time involving her legs and her feet. She did many things, from standing on top of the more petite human and crushing her beneath her large feet, causing Valerie's breasts to be crushed against her chest from the pressure, to bluntly fingering the human female with her toes, to smothering Valerie's face with both of her feet at once, using both a great deal of pressure and the natural scent coming off of her feet to punish the human.

Through it all, Valerie whimpered and groaned, her voice too ragged to scream anymore. She almost never looked his way anymore, and despite how it hurt him to know that she considered him a traitor to their love, John was almost grateful that she didn't look him in the eye anymore. He didn't know if he could take seeing her pain, seeing it in her eyes; it would have broken him, and he had already lasted longer than he thought that he would have at the start.

Cassandra pulled her feet back from Valerie's face and chest as she finished her latest punishment. The toes of one foot were wet from being suckled on, and Valerie's breasts bore footprints from the rabbit's other foot as it had stepped over her breasts again and again. red and slightly darkened from the pressure that the alien was able to put on them. Valerie's eyes were closed, and slight hints of tears showed at the corners of her eyes, just covered by the lids.

He didn't have the luxury of looking at her for long, though, as Cassandra approached him. She brought the wet foot up to his chest, shoving him against the wall hard enough to knock his head back against the wall, her toes leaving wet prints on his prisoner uniform. A snarling smile crossed the rabbit's face, unnaturally white teeth shown off to their full glory as she leaned in towards him. "You're making this really fun for me, human; I haven't had the chance to really go to town on a prisoner in a long time. I guess you never really liked your mate all that much after all...Or maybe...

"Maybe you like what I'm doing to her." Cassandra chuckled. "Oh, maybe you won't admit it to yourself, and maybe you're just too good of an officer to show what your real desires are - I've heard that there are some males in your species that know how to keep their bodies from showing a physical reaction - but I think that you might like seeing your mate used by me...punished by Cassandra."

John's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, and she chuckled. "Oh, my, my, did I touch a button, human? Did I find something that you really don't like?" She laughed. "We don't have an exclusive society...but you do, don't you? You don't like to see your mates with anyone else. It hurts you even more than seeing her hurt physically, doesn't it?"

His eyes widened as he realized what a bullet he had given her. The pain that he had watched Valerie go through was bad enough, but the flash of anger that he'd felt - and been unable to suppress on his face - when Cassandra talked about using her...that was stronger. Far stronger. It shouldn't have been, but he'd just given his interrogator the perfect bit of ammunition to get him to talk.

He protested, shaking his head. "No...that isn't true. I don't like seeing anything of the sort," he admitted, "but it's not something that will hurt me more than seeing her hurt physically like this."

"Oh, but I think it will...you're the jealous sort, aren't you, human?" The alien lifted her foot, her toes wet with saliva, but also still coated with a lingering scent of Valerie's sex, a scent that wafted its way up to John's nose. "You hate the thought that anyone has touched your mate there besides yourself...hate the thought that anyone would be able to get anything from her that you've had. And the only way that you're able to handle it right now...is because she's being forced to give it..."

Words failed him, even as his lips tried to deliver his denials. Cassandra smirked down at him, waiting, giving him the chance to say something to prove her wrong. His mind raced, his hands twitched, and he stuttered again and again, starting a sentence only to let it die after barely two words. He wasn't even sure what he was saying, other than that he was trying to find something to say to deny her claim.

But nothing seemed to work. She just kept smiling at him, smirking in her own cocky way, her fuzzy toes rubbing against his chin, drumming, drumming.

"Well, I told you that you would be punished, human, but I'm still after that information more than anything," Cassandra said as she lowered her foot from his face. "I will give you one more chance here. If you give me the information that I want, if you will answer my questions, I will put your mate in another chamber. You will be able to see her, and you'll see she's not being harmed in any way. She'll stay there, and you'll stay here, and won't be touched until the end of the invasion, when we've won. You'll be the last to be processed, and you'll be given more favorable treatment than you'd otherwise get.

"Or, you can refuse to answer me again. And if you do that, then the last bit of hope for your little Valerie here will disappear," the rabbit said. She turned, her footsteps slow but sultry as she walked over to her prisoner, picking her up by her hair and holding her upper body off of the floor. Whipping the human around so that they were face to face, Cassandra shook Valerie around, tugging her hair again and again. "Fail to answer...just fail to answer one more time, and no matter how much she hates me right now, she will become my devoted slave. She will call me mistress, and she will bow eagerly to whatever whim I have. She will forget all that she had for you, and be mine alone."

"That's impossible!" John protested, shaking his head. "You can't do that!"

"Oh, we most definitely can," Cassandra said, having to raise her voice over the whimpering, bleary-eyed human in her grip. "We can do many things that you humans never dreamed of. Now, for the very last time." She gave Valerie's hair a sharp yank, forcing her to look up at the ceiling. "What are the codes for the defense system in your sector?"

His eyes flicked from the alien to Valerie, from Valerie to Cassandra. Both of them called for him to give up the information, Valerie pleading, begging, and Cassandra commanding him to do it. His heart begged him to give up the codes, to go along with the deal that his interrogator was offering. It had to be better than suffering for nothing.

But he had his duty, and his duty was clear.

He lowered his head, shaking it from side to side. "I can't."

"You mean, you won't."

It was Valerie's voice, not Cassandra's. Shaky, weak, but undeniably hers. He looked up, and his heart broke at the way that she looked at him. The fear in her eyes remained, but it was joined by hate, a hatred for the fact that he had given her up in order to go with his duty. She had never looked at him like that before, not even during the training accidents when he had injured one of her parents, or when he had forgotten the anniversary of their first night together. There had been anger before, but never this loathing, never this hate.

He'd never thought that there was this much pain to be felt, but apparently he was wrong. His heart felt like it had been broken into a thousand pieces, and he didn't know if it would ever heal. For that matter, he didn't know if there would ever be the chance for it to have the time to heal; Cassandra might very well sell to it that he would die before he could. But at least he would have done his duty.

She looked at him, and then back up at Cassandra with a soft sigh. "What...what are you going to do with me? You said that you would...would make me obey you eagerly. What are you going to do to make me do that?"

"Oh, my, can it be? A human that doesn't MIND being put in their proper place?" Cassandra asked in mock amazement, her hands flying up to her cheeks in sarcastic shock, and in the process dropping the human to the floor.

Rolling with the fall, Valerie managed to land on her back rather than her chest for a change. She winced, taking a few deep breaths, before saying, "I don't...want to be put in my place...But I can't stop it, can I? I might..." A pause, followed by a sigh. "I might as well know what will happen. Will it hurt?"

"Less than everything else I've been doing to you," the alien admitted. As she reached down, pulling Valerie upright again, another set of floor lifted up.

Surprisingly, they formed themselves into a strange sort of support. Cassandra had to help Valerie into it properly, getting her situated on it, laying face down with supports along her thighs, calves, waist, belly, and chest. As the alien released the restraints that held Valerie's limbs helpless, several other supports rose up, keeping her legs apart, and her arms up and away from her sides.

By the time that they were done getting Valerie positioned, John couldn't help but think that she looked a little bit like some of the old adult films on Earth, when women were held from the ceiling in various chains and ropes. He could only see her in profile, as she was positioned so that he was at her left side, but it still allowed him to see a good bit of her body. He could see pieces of panel held Valerie by the ankles and wrists, keeping her more or less stuck in place, and he felt a twinge of apprehension go through him. Just what were they going to do with her, he wondered; what did 'putting her in her proper place' involve?

He was sure that Valerie had the same questions, but the look that she flashed him - a sharp glint of anger in her eyes - told him to be silent. Giving a nod in response, he turned his eyes to Cassandra. Just like Valerie, he would have to wait and see what happened.

Walking around the human, Cassandra reached into a pocket of her jumpsuit. Tight as the jumpsuit was, he could see her fingers wiggling around under the layer of clothing, reaching for something down at the bottom. She took a few seconds to pull it out, but when John saw it, he thought that she had pulled out the wrong item.

It was a ring. Wider than a finger ring, it was made of a silver-colored metal, and he could just see a few little lights glimmering on the inside of the band. The outward facing part of the band was smooth, save for a single red spot on what was probably the 'top' of it, like where a gemstone would sit on a ring that he was more familiar with. It didn't look like a gem in this case, though. If he had to guess, he'd almost say that it looked like a button.

Paying so much attention to it caught Cassandra's eye, and she chuckled at him, snapping him out of it. "Wondering what this is, human?"

"I'm a little curious," he admitted.

"You should be; this is one of the biggest gaps between your technology and ours." The alien walked around Valerie, moving around to her feet, idly bouncing the ring from finger to finger. "I know that your technology is capable of a few transformative things. Helping your females grow larger mammaries, enhancing your size below the waist. I've heard that you can even shift to a different skin color, given enough time and enough money to pay for it."

He nodded. All of that was true, though it was still kind of primitive compared to the medical and military tech that humankind had been spending money on for the last century.

"The problem is, your tech relies on a whole lab, surgery, and so much recovery time that it's almost impossible for anyone to enjoy it until they've waited for a week to recover," Cassandra said. She held up the ring. "This ring right here? It's the equivalent of weeks, months, and even years worth of change in seconds." She paused, then shrugged. "Alright, sometimes minutes if someone really fights against it, but it's not like anyone really tries for very long."

Still confused, John looked from the ring to Valerie and back again. "So....you're going to change how she looks?"

"Only in part. I'm also going to change how she thinks." She chuckled. "We're advanced in more ways than just saving time, human; this isn't just going to change a few little things. In just a few minutes, your Valerie here is going to be one of us. An eager little slave, willing to do whatever I say, and dismissing you from her mind as nothing more than a puny human that has yet to be processed, yet to be put in his proper place."

Mouth agape, John could only stare as Cassandra slid the ring onto Valerie's left big toe. His thoughts slowed, thinking of the ramifications of the alien's claim.

To be able to change any human into the aliens, to change their minds, how they thought...this could change the war in a big way. All it would take would be for them to get the rings onto a few of the higher ranking officers - and perhaps not even the officers, but the politicians - and Earth would see just how big the difference between the two races were.

He shook his head. No, no, he couldn't think like that. If they had this tech for real, then why hadn't they used it on him? Why wouldn't they just put the toe ring on him and change him, make him tell them all that they wanted to know? It would be so much easier than trying to get him to admit things, torturing him, or even going down to Earth and finding Valerie. No, this had to be just another mind-game that Cassandra had cooked up in order to get him to tell her what she wanted to know.

His eyes drifted to Valerie's, and he started opening his mouth to ask her what was going on.

But the words died in his mouth as he saw that her eyes were...different. The focused clarity that was there, even through the tears and the anger, had disappeared. Her eyes had shut halfway, and she stared ahead blankly. He watched as her mouth opened slightly, her face relaxing. All through her body, he could see that her muscles were going limp, and the only thing keeping her from falling off of the supports, whether by rolling off of them or just sliding off, were the restraints around her ankles and wrists.

"Valerie?" John whispered. When she didn't respond, he said it again, louder. "Valerie....Valerie, can you hear me? Valerie? VALERIE!"

"She can't hear a thing that you say, human."

He whipped his head around to glare at Cassandra, receiving a grin in return. "What, can't take the fact that she's out of your hands now? You just about gave her up in favor of your duty," the alien said, even going so far as to copy human air quotes and put them around 'duty'. "Pretty pointless, really; you could have saved yourself and her a little bit of happiness together if you had just given me what I wanted." She shrugged with a smile, her hands level with her shoulders. "Oh well; at least I still get to have my fun."

"What are...what are you going to do with her?" he asked, unable to keep the hesitation, the slight quiver out of his voice.

She grinned as she walked around the woman, stroking a finger from Valerie's foot all the way to her hips. "Anything that I want," Cassandra said. "I could have her literally do whatever I want. Her mind is already being re-written, turned into a proper slave for my people. She'll soon forget everything that she knew about you, about humanity, about any feeling that she might have had for you, and she'll instead be totally focused on me. I can use her, abuse her, and do whatever the hell I want with her, and she'll love me for it, and beg for more." Cassandra laughed. "And all you can do, human, is watch. And maybe, just maybe, I'll feel merciful and give you the chance to answer a question again. And again, if I'm feeling merciful, maybe I'll take this free show to another room, so you don't have to think about what your precious, former mate is doing with one of my people, instead of with you.

"But that's only the start, human," she said as he gritted his teeth to keep from screaming at her. "After her mind is re-written, you'll get to see the physical changes start."

"Physical..."

"I did say she was going to be one of us, didn't I?" she said as she sat down on another panel chair in front of Valerie, another supporting panel lifting up to put her big rabbit feet right in front of Valerie's face. "I can't have a human be part of us; that's just insulting. You're so far below us that you're lucky that we keep you on the ship, instead of just putting you in a spare pod to drag along behind us."

"You mean...you're going to change...change her into -"

"That's right; she's turning into one of us. One of the aliens. One of the people that you hate so much. Just like you, and everyone else on Earth, will be turned into when we finally win." Cassandra turned to look at Valerie again, and chuckled. "Look at her eyes, human; she's already lost most of her memories, and she's getting new ones now. New ones of servitude, of being a perfect little slave girl for her mistress and her people. She's forgotten you, forgotten everything that the two of you ever had. If you had anything at all; the way that you ignored her after we brought her in almost made me wonder if we got the wrong female."

Truly, he wished that they had. To see another person suffer instead of Valerie would have been easier on his heart, would have not hurt him. Hell, depending on who it was, he could have gone through seeing their mind being erased without qualm on his conscience; even in the military, they had means of dealing with those that were traitorous or not trustworthy, and often would remove memories or even the mind of the person that would cross them. He'd seen it done, and had gone along with it, for the safety of Earth.

Seeing it happen to Valerie, however, was nothing short of hell for him. Helpless to do anything but watch as the love of his life, the reason for holding out, had her memories and life taken away from her piece by piece and replaced by who knew what perversities...he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes as he watched it happen, saw the blankness in her eyes. The emptiness grew, the brilliance that had been there before dimmed, then darkened, all thought and memories destroyed due to the technology of the alien invaders.

Then, the light started to come back to her eyes. It wasn't the same, though; it was like...like someone had put a candle behind her eyes, a softer, more subservient light compared to the independent flare that had been there before.

Valerie - if that was even her name anymore, if she even remembered being Valerie before - slowly lifted her head, looking back and forth. She looked confused for a moment, until she saw the pair of rabbit feet in front of her. A massive smile crossed her face, and she bowed her head. "Mistress, it's good to see you again," she said, her voice almost bubbly with glee. "How may Slave serve you?"

With a small smirk in his direction, Cassandra said, "Slave, you will lick your mistress's feet, and you will make sure that you do a very good job in cleaning them up and making them presentable."

"Yes, Mistress," the woman who had been Valerie said. She stretched against her bonds, straining against them in a way that made the muscles and veins on her arms and neck stand out, until she could press her lips against the underside of Cassandra's feet.

John could only stare in shock as he watched her lick the pads and fur, her tongue dragging slowly along the bottom. Her tongue left wet lines through the fur, pushing it down against the skin below. It must have been hard, as he was sure that she was licking up fur as much as she might have been licking up musk or sweat or anything else that stuck to the bottom of the alien's foot. But no matter the discomfort that she might have felt, she kept on licking, her face turned up in a grin, glowing brightly as though she was doing the most enjoyable thing she could imagine.

To him, seeing her do that turned his stomach; no human should ever bend knee and serve the aliens like this. No matter what.

Yet, she was completely content. Not a single sign of suffering could be seen, no sign of coercion or forced happiness at the task visible on her face. And that only hurt him more, knowing that she was enjoying her service to the aliens that had changed her, destroyed her identity.

Cassandra's eyes never left him, and the smirk on her face had grown as her slave worked at licking her feet clean. "Oh, this just burns you, doesn't it, human?" she asked, wiggling her toes, making them dance and drum along her slave's forehead. "You having to watch as your former mate does anything that she's told, forced to watch as she does what I want her to do, knowing that she's enjoying every minute of it...seeing a human serving one of my kind..."

That last part was perhaps the worst for him, John admitted; as much as he loved Valerie - or loved who Valerie had been - it was just sickening to see a human so eager to serve someone like Cassandra. Even with the control that the toe ring seemed to give the alien over the human, it was unnatural to see this level of servitude and eagerness.

She must have seen that, because she chuckled again. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you don't have to worry about seeing this for long," Cassandra said. "The second phase of her transformation is about to activate, and then the last bit of your mate, as you knew her, will be gone."

The second phase....that must be the transformation that she meant a minute ago. The transformation from human to these alien creatures. His eyes went wide, and he looked back at Valerie, looking for any sign of the changes.

At first, he didn't see anything, and he thought that perhaps his torturer was just messing with his mind again. She had done it so many times it was the first thing that he assumed these days, thinking it was just a new way to get at him.

But then he looked at her feet, near the toe ring. What he saw made his jaw drop, and he couldn't look away.

Around the toe ring, fur was spreading out. Not hair, but fur, orange and black with a little bit of white mixed in as well towards the bottom of the toes. The bottom of her foot started to darken in places, pushing up from her skin a strange, but somewhat familiar way, slowly turning from the pale skin to a smooth, soft black color.

It took him a moment to realize that the dark spots bore a stark resemblance to the pads on not only Cassandra's feet, but the paws of felines back on Earth. His eyes only went wider as the same spots appeared on her toes, and the nails started to get longer, pushing forward and slowly starting to come to a point. The tips of the nail narrowed, and the narrowing spread up the rest of the nail, shifting until her nails had become claws, sharp, curved, pointed.

The rest of her toes were covered in fur, orange and black with a bit of white underneath, and the fur spread along her foot. The structure of her foot narrowed as it was covered in fur, elongating slightly but narrowing at the same time. With each lick that the human that had been Valerie gave Cassandra's feet, the fur advanced further, moving in short pulses up her foot, changing things as it went, consuming the human and leaving something very feline behind.

As her foot was covered, slimmed down and lengthened, he realized that he recognized the fur pattern. Black and orange crept up her leg, looking exactly like the fur of the extinct tiger back on the planet. It was exactly the same; the same patterns, the same proportional length between the stripes, and the same bit of white on the inner parts of the leg.

His jaw remained loose as he watched it spread further and further up, the transformation somehow adding to the muscles in the slave's legs. They didn't get thicker - or if they did, not by much - but the slight bit of chub to the legs was replaced by corded, smooth muscles, thin but noticeably strong. He shuddered as he watched her body get modified, knowing that if the aliens could do that to themselves as well as their slaves, upgrading their muscles and their body to this degree, there was no chance that humans could match them in hand to hand combat, face to face; there were not enough trained soldiers to make that fight possible. The only reason they'd been winning was because they didn't sally forth and fight them, just defended themselves.

And now, with evidence of what the aliens' technology could do, John wondered just how much longer even that strategy could work against them.

The transforming slave started to moan while she licked at Cassandra's feet, her tongue dragging longingly against the purple fur and dark pads on the bottoms of the rabbit's feet. "Oh, Mistress, thank you for giving me this chance to serve you as I should...thank you for the honor of transforming a lowly slave into one of your kind," she said as the fur reached the backs of her knees, continuing to spread up her thighs. Clawed toes curled, and she writhed in her bonds.

"You are welcome, Slave," Cassandra said. "This is the reward for all obedience...a reward that we will extend to all humans that will submit to us willingly," she added.

"Humans will never submit willingly," John protested, though even he could hear that his argument was weaker than it had been. He shook his head. "Nobody will submit to a fate like this willingly."

"She did." The rabbit poked the transforming human on the nose with her toe, chuckling. "It just took a little bit of prodding, but she most definitely submitted on her own. You will too, as will every human on your pitiful planet. It is only a matter of time."

Only a matter of time...that part he could agree with. No matter what else Cassandra said, he knew that it was only a matter of time until the human race was overwhelmed. John had thought that they could hold out, maybe outlast the fleet trying to invade them. After all, they had to run out of supplies sooner or later, and head for home, right? That had been what the high command was counting on.

Confronted with the technology to apparently change another person into one of them, however, John had to give in to the facts. If the aliens had this sort of technology, there was no way that they would ever run out of soldiers, ever run out of supplies. Creating matter from nothing, changing something from its original form into something new; it was almost magical technology, and the fact that they had reduced the tech down in size to a toe ring, and still had the energy to power it inside of that ring, made it clear that they doubtlessly had more tech of the same sort elsewhere, full sized and able to do far more than transform a single person.

He watched in silence as the fur continued to creep up the transforming prisoner's body, sprouting from her hips. He couldn't see her sex, but he heard the moans from her lips grow louder, and those furry legs rubbed against each other in a desperate attempt to give some sort of stimulation. Greater sensitivity? Some sort of enhanced heat? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Everything in him told him to look away, but something forced him to watch.

She slimmed further under the influence of the transformation, her body becoming lithe and lean as she changed from her human form to this new feline shape. Tiger stripes ran along her body from stomach to feet, he saw, and he was only half surprised to see a twitching tube of a tail rising out from above her rear, her body gaining yet another piece of feline anatomy to complement her new body. He shook his head, but still watched.

Every lick that she gave Cassandra's feet sped the transformation up more, and she licked faster and faster as it progressed, as if she wanted to hasten the transformations. Her moans were less frequent, but louder, coming out whenever she took a brief break from licking. It never lasted long before she was back to dragging her tongue along those big rabbit feet, though.

Further and further the fur progressed, passing her chest, pulling her large breasts inwards. Not a great deal, just by about a cup size or so, but enough for him to notice that they were smaller. It must have been something to keep her body proportional. That, or perhaps the aliens were not quite so fond of large breasts as humans were. Or maybe it was something about the technology, stealing mass from her breasts to power other parts of the transformation. The whole thing was just too bizarre and strange for him to be sure about anything anymore.

Her nipples were covered by fur, as best as he could tell from the side, and the fur went up further, going up her neck slowly, and down her arms rapidly. Her tail twitched above her as she continued to change, her thighs constantly grinding together as she licked at Cassandra's feet as though they were the most wonderful thing in the universe to her.

He was too far away to see it changing, but he saw Cassandra's eyes light up for a moment. "Oooh, seems that you're getting the tongue for your new body as well...much better suited for cleaning your mistress's feet, don't you think?" she asked.

"Yes...Mistress....Mmm....So much....So much better," the near-tigress moaned out, shivering as she continued licking. Her arms shifted, changing as they were covered in fur. Just like her legs, they were thinned down, slimmer, but still corded with muscle. John recognized the power in her limbs, and shivered as he thought of what she could do. Likely, she was physically stronger than him now; it was a scary thought to think of how rapidly the change had come over her, how much she had improved. Less than five minutes, and she had become...this.

The remaining changes were swift; a feline face replaced the human one, with ears on the top of her head, and whiskers appearing on her cheeks. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, and claws sprouted from her fingers. No trace of the human Valerie remained; all that was left was this new alien, this tigress that walked like a human, who dripped her juices to the floor in excitement at doing what she was told.

Cassandra smiled at her slave, and put her feet back down on the floor. She stood up and walked away from the tigress, leaving her bound in place, and approached him again. Both of her ears drooped over her face, much like a woman's hair could fall over her face after a long, sweaty round of sex.

The thought made him gag.

John forced himself to look her in the eyes as she leaned over him, smiling at his predicament. "Well, human, now you have seen what we can do. You've seen the fate that ultimately awaits you and your kind, and how outmatched you are to try and resist. Sooner or later, your kind will fall; sooner or later, your defenses will fail; the only question is, how many of your kind will die before they realize that they can't win.

"This is your chance, human. This is your chance to save what people you can. Nobody will be spared the enslaving process, but if you give up the codes, then you will be remembered as the one that saved their lives, rather than let them die in vain." She smirked a bit. "And if you do give me the codes...I promise you, your last days as a human will be the most memorable of your life."

It was nothing more than the same offer she had given him before, yet, this time, he didn't reject it out of hand. He wanted to. It was his duty to put out all efforts to safeguard his people, to protect them from the aliens.

But...

But was this the best way to save them? Valerie had been taken from him. His greatest reason for fighting had been taken away from him. The aliens had proved that they had technology that there was no way for him or anyone else on Earth to fight, and probably no way for them to understand it either. Cassandra was right about it only being a matter of time.

He lowered his head, a small tear sliding out of the corner of his eyes. "I..." It was the only way. "I will give you the codes."

"There, you see? Was that so hard?" Cassandra asked, smirking.

"You have no idea."

"Some idea, actually. Just a pity that it wasn't harder; I would have enjoyed breaking your spirit even more," she said with a chuckle.

She reached for something out of sight, and John felt the restraints along his hands remove themselves. It was surprising, until Cassandra held out a data-pad to him. "Here. Put in the deactivation codes and channels for the orbital defenses in your sector; we will use them tomorrow and make our way down to the planet's surface, make sure that the invasion begins properly." She chuckled. "We'll even make sure to tell everyone on your planet just who is responsible for the glorious success of the invasion and transformation of your pitiful species."

Reaching numbly for the pad, he typed in the information that she requested. It wasn't much; the code had purposefully been made simple, not only for the officers to remember the different codes, but to make sure that the aliens - doubtlessly thinking that it would be protected by the hardest and most random code that they could come up with - wouldn't guess it. He passed it back to her.

Her eyes looked over the screen, and for the first time, he saw genuine surprise on her face. She lowered it, looking at him suspiciously. "You wouldn't lie to me now, would you, human?"

"I don't have any reason to lie anymore," John said, shaking his head. "That is the code."

She looked at it again, shaking her head. "You humans...this is the first time you surprised me. I didn't think that you had it in you."

He shrugged, watching her walk away from him towards the door of his cell. The door opened, and she had a brief whispered conversation with someone on the other side. It ended with the pad being taken away, and the door shutting again.

Despite having gotten what she wanted, Cassandra remained. She walked back to her slave, releasing the restraints, and allowing the tigress to be free. Rather than standing, though, the tigress remained on all fours, almost like a pet rather than a person. Scratching the feline's head, Cassandra turned to look at him again. "I told you that your days would be most memorable from now on, human; I'm going to fulfill that promise."

The other restraints on his limbs were released, suddenly enough that he actually fell forward, landing on his face on the ground. It was surprisingly hard, and painful; he didn't realize that the rest of the floor was less cushioned than the spot he'd been forced to kneel on for the term of his imprisonment.

Before he could do more than roll over, however, two large feet pressed against his face. He grunted at the sudden pressure, thinking that he was going to be stepped on by Cassandra's big rabbit feet, have tigress spit all over his skin, but that didn't happen.

It took him a moment, but he realized that the feet on his face weren't rabbit feet, but tiger ones. The slim but long feet pressed against his cheeks, his lips, his forehead and his nose, rubbing along his face as though it were nothing other than a doormat. He reached up to try and move them, but before he did more than twitch, he felt the toes flex, claws pricking at his skin. Despite not being comfortable with the feet in his face, he stopped, putting his arms back down, relaxing again; he didn't want her to take his face off, which he was pretty sure that she could do with those claws of hers.

John could just barely see between her feet, looking up past them. The first thing he saw was her bare pussy, drenched and leaking with her juices, and fragrant with the scent of arousal. Despite the change, it wasn't too dissimilar from what he remembered Valerie smelling like.

Past that, he could see that the tigress was licking at Cassandra. Not just licking affectionately, but sexually, the one piece jumpsuit that the rabbit wore pulled to the side and exposing her sex. If the tigress had been drenched, then the rabbit was utterly soaked, flooded with juices, dripping down onto the panels like a waterfall. Her pussy lips were dark and puffy, eager for attention, attention that the tigress was more than willing to give to her.

Cassandra's eyes met his, and she laughed after moaning. "Mmmm, you like what you see, human? This is what all humans will do, when they are not serving as menial labor; you, her, and everyone else will be available to serve at our whims. Pitiful things that you are, at least you can do something like this right," she said, closing her eyes and moaning softly. "But you...you aren't even transformed yet, so you're not even at the level of my little slave here. So, until we decide to transform you, you'll service her. Now, get licking those feet on your face; show her your submission, while she shows me hers."

Surrounded by the scent of pussy, albeit alien pussy, John couldn't quite help the reaction that he got. He shuddered as he realized that he was hard from the smell, his erection pushing at the fabric of his orange prisoner uniform. Trying to ignore it, he pressed his face more firmly against the bottom of the tigress's feet. The pads on the bottom were soft, giving, but still harder than the fur around them. The fur almost tickled his face, soft, gentle.

Reluctantly, he slowly stuck out his tongue and started to drag it along the bottoms of her feet, going from toes to heel, since the toes were the closest part to his face. There was little taste to be had, likely because the feet had been cleansed in some way by the transformation to get rid of impurities and sweat, but the fur was abominable over his tongue. Tufts of it, strands of it collected on his tongue as he dragged it along, and he grunted softly as he pulled his head back.

Of course, laying on the floor as he was, it wasn't so easy to get away, and in seconds the pair of feet were pressed against him again. "Lick, human," the tigress said with a small growl. Her toes flexed again, warning him with her claws. Too attached to his face to dare resist, John got back to work.

It took him some time, but eventually he got used to the fur on his tongue. Didn't enjoy it by any means, but he did get used to it, licking slowly along it so that the least amount of fur got on his tongue. The tigress pressed her foot down hard on his tongue, and there were times that she seemed to use it almost like he would a doormat, rubbing her foot along his tongue rather than wait for him to lick it. That was where he got the most fur on his tongue from, and he could only hope that he wasn't getting in trouble for pushing it out of his mouth and letting it fall on the floor.

Even as he licked her feet, the tigress continued to eat Cassandra out with long, loud licks. He could hear the sound of wet pussy being satisfied with tongue, and could see the tigress fingering herself in the process. If they had been human, this would have been the sexiest thing to have ever happened to him. As it was, the smell forced him erect, and he was under threat of harm if he didn't keep up what he was doing.

His body's responses warred with the thoughts in his head of how things should be, and he groaned, trying to shut everything out, and just do what he was told.

Lick, lick, lick; that was all he did, dragging his tongue from her petite, dangerous toes, along the slender sole and high arch, towards the heel. He wasn't sure how long he kept licking, but he knew that the fur was thinning enough that it was no longer coming up on his tongue. The 'grooming' he was giving her feet must have taken away all the loose fur, and left the healthy stuff.

He could even taste a little bit of her foot flesh through the fur now. It wasn't bad, but he could smell a developing, subtle musk. Not much, but something, slightly feminine, with a bit of saltiness to it from what he was doing this whole time. He shuddered, his cock throbbing hard still, some slight bit of pre inside of his jumpsuit from the smells in the air, unable to help his reactions, and feeling confused from it.

Finally, he heard Cassandra hit her climax. The rabbit was surprisingly loud as she hit her climax, and he could hear her juices splattering against the floor, what bits that weren't swallowed by the tigress. The tigress's orgasm followed almost immediately, and as she squirted, she splattered her feet and his face. The smell, the pheromones, made him shudder and gasp in sudden, massive arousal.

However, he wasn't allowed to do anything with it. Both of the females stood up and pushed him back to the wall, and the restraints pulled his arms behind his back again, keeping him from touching himself. Rabbit and tigress grinned at him, both giving him a stroke with their feet over the bulge in his uniform. "Hold on human; we'll be back later, and maybe, if we're in a good mood, you'll get that pleasure that you so obviously want," Cassandra said.

They turned and walked out, leaving him with his confusion, and erection.

#

John wasn't sure just how much had happened with his internal clock; it was off by some time, but he would still guess that he was left alone for about twenty four hours before the door to his cell opened again. He looked up, bleary-eyed from the inability to sleep, to see who it was.

It was Cassandra, of course, with the tigress at her side. Neither of them wore any clothes, this time, and the rabbit's breasts bounced with every step due to the lack of restraints. Both of them stank of sex, and their legs were stained with the evidence of their arousal, fur shimmering and pressed flat by the juices that had soaked into them. They walked over to him with predator smirks on their faces.

Cassandra started the process of releasing him from the wall, and chuckled. "Well, human, it looks like you weren't lying yesterday with the codes. They brought down the defenses in your sector, and we started the invasion." She laughed. "It was almost pathetic how quickly your kind fell when the defenses in orbit were taken out; there's a few pockets of resistance left in the northern regions, some polar base, but almost everyone else on your planet has been taken in for processing."

"And all of them have been told who they should be grateful to: Commodore John Trenton, the 'savior' of the human race," the tigress added, giggling.

John shook his head, not bothering to say anything. He knew that things would progress quickly, but he didn't think that it would have gone that quickly. All the better that he had given up, he told himself; this way, at least nobody else died for nothing.

"Nothing to say, human?" Cassandra asked.

He shook his head.

"Silent. I like that in a slave," she said with a chuckle. Turning to her feline, she nodded.

Hit from the side with a sudden tackle, John grunted before hitting the floor hard. He stared up at the naked tigress pinning him down, straddling his chest, and got an unintentional eyeful of crotch and breast, the smell and sight forcing him up again.

"Human, I told you that the rest of your time as a human would be memorable," Cassandra said from out of sight. He felt her grabbing hold of his foot, and his eyes went wide. "I didn't say how much longer it would be, but I would think that your time yesterday, playing with the feet of my slave, and getting used properly, was pretty memorable, wouldn't you?"

"No, no please!" he begged, tugging against her grip on his foot, trying to pull it free. "Don't...don't turn me into one of you! I beg you, please!"

"One of us?" They paused, then both of them laughed aloud at that, their laughs echoing around the cell.

Cassandra was the first to recover, and he felt the cold metal of a ring against his big toe. "Turning you into one of us is too high an honor for someone that made so much trouble for me. I'll do something more amusing, more entertaining instead. I've always wanted a little inferior micro to chase around; now I'll have one."

Micro? John's eyes, already wide, went wider. He had heard of that term before. It was used in a lot of fiction on Earth, in a lot of different fantasies. Were they...

They were! He could already feel himself getting smaller, a tingle going through his body from his foot and filling him up. His skin felt like it was tightening, pulling in around himself like shrink-wrap, and it was pulling the rest of his body along for the ride. Everything felt like it was being pushed together under high pressure, pushing itself together, condensing around itself. There was no pain - for which he was enormously thankful - but the sensation was not anywhere near pleasant, making him squirm and fight, trying to bring his other foot around to press the toe ring off.

Cassandra stopped him, however, grabbing hold of both his feet in her hands. Even though she only used one hand per foot, she had the strength to keep him from pulling them free, and the tigress on his chest kept him from being able to wiggle himself free from her.

She was not as heavy on him anymore, though, and for a moment he thought that he might be getting the strength boost that Valerie had gotten during her change. When he looked down at himself, though, he saw that wasn't the case. He was just getting smaller, slipping out a bit from under the tigress's body. He blushed, realizing that while his body was shrinking, his uniform wasn't; by the time that he was done, he would be lucky if he had anything to cover himself up anymore.

The shrinking sped up, and he groaned as he felt the condensing, pressurizing feeling intensify. It made his whole body throb like a low level headache, and he felt himself getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller, falling further and further underneath the tigress, feeling more and more of her weight come off of him as she just couldn't squat low enough to keep him under her.

Escape, even if he could have tried with this feeling, was still impossible, with Cassandra holding onto his ankles. It was ridiculous, but he was doomed.

It took less than a minute for the full transformation to be done, and by the time that it stopped, he was barely three inches tall, and hanging by his ankle from one of Cassandra's hands. She looked down at him, licking her lips slightly. "Well, well, the great Commodore John Trenton; not so great, not so big now, are you?" she said.

"Not big at all, Mistress," the tigress agreed with a giggle.

They grinned at him as they set him down on the floor. John, so consumed with a growing fear, took off at a run.

It was harder than he had thought, and not just because of his smaller size. His body felt heavier, as though the shrinking had not just made him smaller, but denser in a way, his size the result of so much packed in on itself and not a lot of muscle to move it around. Oh, he was still mobile, but it was harder to move, as though everything was just that much heavier, that much more to move around with the muscles he had.

Thud, thud, thud; massive footsteps coming from behind him. Running at full speed towards the door, John looked behind him, over his shoulder.

His face went white. The feet of the two females were huge, massive, and more than capable of squashing him without the slightest difficulty. Even the tigress's smaller feet would be able to cover him with inches to spare, and Cassandra's massive rabbit feet would almost swallow him in their size. He shuddered at the thought of that, and turned his attention back towards the door on the far side of the room, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

Thu-thud, the two of them walked behind almost in time with each other, one stepping down just before the other. They were so close, and he could swear that he could feel their feet thudding right behind him. If they were going to get him, why weren't they stepping on him? Was this just a game to them again? To see how hard they could push him before he went insane?

It must have been. One toe rubbed right along his back, just barely missing him with the claw, and he screamed as he ran along, shuddering to himself at the close call. He ran across panel after panel, each one taking him almost ten seconds to cross, and another five at the gap to climb down into the space between them and then back out.

They laughed behind him, loud and eager, easily heard above the thu-thud of their footsteps. He blushed, knowing he was just giving them entertainment, but what else could he do? He had to run, had to try and escape.

Suddenly, a foot came down in front of him. He stutter-stepped to a halt and turned in another direction. He managed three steps before another foot, the tigress's, stopped that one as well.

The matching part of each pair came down, blocking off all his escape routes, surrounding him in a square of feet, toes dancing slightly, as if daring him to try and make it out underneath them without getting squished. He was half-tempted to try, but he knew that it would be useless.

He slowly looked upwards, looking at the two giants that had become his mistresses as well as his captors. John sighed, and slowly sat down, bowing his head in defeat.

No sooner had he done that than he was grabbed by the back of his neck. The pinch made him yelp, as did the sudden yank upwards, pulling him off of the floor and above Cassandra's head. The rabbit looked up at him with a chuckle, shaking her head lightly. "Pity that you stopped running...I would have liked to play just a little bit more..." she said.

"Well...there is...there is always another time," John said, hardly believing he was even saying that.

"Hmmm...I don't know about that," Cassandra said with a smirk. She licked her lips, and John suddenly had a very bad feeling.

A bad feeling that got worse as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Her teeth were sharp for a rabbit, and her mouth was huge, big enough to put him inside and swallow him down without the slightest trouble. Saliva made everything inside went, and he could see her throat open like a great chasm, ready for him to fall down it.

He screamed, but could do nothing as he was slowly, slowly lowered towards her mouth, and his inevitable swallowing...

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