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The tail dropped away from your neck finally, leaving you to take a big gulp of tail into your straining throat, gasping for your life. Though as the figure stepped through the door carrying a small tray with two little cups of water, the gasping and ludicrousness of this was...

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A man stepped through the door. Not a Kitsune male, as there were none. Instead the figure was a human male, close to your height. His build was muscular and fit, more-so than you, though he showed signs of a little remnant of the same torture you had been exposed to not minutes ago, judging by the skin on his neck being slightly redder than usual as if tails had captured and coiled around his neck for many days. He was dressed in dirty rags for clothes, and he looked dishevelled and broken as he stared down at the ground. The human seemed to not want to look at Carrisa, who smirked as he came closer to her with the water for her and Ilyana.

His face seemed so familiar it seemed almost like a sibling, and it was unclean and messy, with an unkempt beard that made it look as if he had been locked away for a while. He had a name; one that uttered on the lips of every human outside those walls as the one to guide them out of poverty and back into the wealth of prosperity that had been taken from them. He had disappeared inside the wall with a small band of fighters no more than three days ago, and had since vanished. It was obvious now that his quest to rid the Kitsune of their power had been a failure.

"The Breaker of the Veil." You mumbled, sinking down on your knees, barely moving except for the inflation of your chest with each breath that seemed a luxury after your choking at Ilyana's desire. How could such a powerful, strong person be taken and captured so easily? There was no way he submitted without a fight, or several hours of repeated erotic torture at their hands.

"Ah, you know his face? Excellent." Carrisa smiled at how you sagged in your chains at the sight of him obedient at their command. "Well he was definitely an interesting catch, this one."

"Should I tell the tale to our prisoner, Carrisa? I do have a better knack for telling stories than you do." Ilyana smiled, her soft tails still wrapped around her prey, dipping underneath your shirt.

"Oh go ahead, but one of these days I'll do the story."

Ilyana smiled, but did not turn back to you, instead looking right at the broken human who had dropped to carrying water for his enemies.

"One of the guards reported a break-in through one of the side walls, which was the first time we'd every have one of you manage to get past the wall. It was quite ingenious to sneak in through that small passage through the mountain, but screaming and yelling drew attention to you." Was she still talking to you, or was she recounting the story to the silent man, who looked nothing like the poster of resistance that his jaw-line had once inspired.

"A scout counted only five of you trying to get in, and you didn't think that you'd need a few more of you to storm a castle of several hundred. How long did you fight the one guard we sent to control you? Two minutes, if even that. I thought the leader of the resistance would put up a lot more of a fight than that, but I guess even the best of you is beaten so easily by us." Ilyana grins, but there's no reaction from the silent man, standing with his eyes at the floor. Do you feel guilty that you lead your men to their slavery at our touch? It was fun breaking them you know? One by one as they submitted it was lovely seeing the betrayal in their eyes."

"But you were the most fun." She continued, "Putting up just a little fight this time was really worth it. Watching you squirm and struggle for breath underneath our tails for hours and hours, fighting for each gasp of air before we squeezed it out of you was the most entertaining thing to happen all week." You struggled slightly in her grasp, but Ilyana took no notice of you moving. "I thought you might like to know that we captured another of your little upstarts trying to break in the same way you did. And he was all alone, until he got choked out by the same guard and brought here." These words seemed to stir something in him, and he shook slightly, either out of anger or worry for you.

"He's here right now, wrapped tight and docile, just like you were." Carrisa speaks up, taking and drinking one of the little cups of water. "He's even weaker than you were, barely able to stay awake and we've only been at it for a few minutes." She chuckled. "We even put him in your old cell."

His head tilted up slightly, but kept down looking at the floor.

"Good boy." Ilyana smiled at the docile image of retaliation. In approval, her tails squeezed only slightly, reaffirming that you weren't forgotten in her grasp. She turned back to you, forcing your head up with a soft tip pushing against your chin. Her eyes stared down at you with a smile on her face. "Do you see how docile we'll make you become? All that resistance stripped down to make you nothing more than a little pawn for our pleasure."

"You'll never break...me!" You grunted out through the warmth of the brush-like tails that delved and wrapped around your chest.

"Listen to that, he thinks he's able to resist this. You've seen your predecessor, you're weaker than he was, and he lasted a few hours. You're nearly broken already, no matter what you say."

"I think he's got not long left, you might just have to ramp it up a notch." Carrisa smiled, sitting back at the table with both drinks, leaving one for her co-worker. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the broken man, "Go back to where you came from. I'll ask for you later if I feel something stirring for your tongue again." It was almost a purr as the broken figure nodded without looking up, turning for the door.

He made a single step before tails grasped him again, and he was dragged back towards Carrisa, whose scarlet tails had captured his neck and torso.

"Actually, I think you can help us in breaking down this little human." She whispered into his ear. Ilyana had chuckled at you shook the chains on your wrists as the only way you could react to his coiling, leaning forward as if you had any way to make them stop. A coil of tail slipped over your lips, silencing the verbal protests you nearly shouted.

Carrisa walked him to the bars of your chest, pushing him with hands against his back.

"Kneel." They both said at once simply. Before your eyes, quite unbelievably, the once-proud leader of the revolution against the Kitsunes dropped slowly to one knee at their command without a single utterance of revolt. He looked so broken as he knelt down in front of the bars, still looking at the ground without looking at you with no expression on his face.

"Let him watch this." Carrisa spoke to Ilyana, "Move aside, but keep him tightly wrapped." The blue-furred Kitsune nodded, stepping to one side, using a large, brushed tip of her tail to force your head to point at the sight in front of you.

The broken idol was knelt in front of you, head down at the ground with his arms laid on his thighs. In the dirty rags he wore, he looked much less than the well-clothed, scarlet-furred figure standing right behind him. A smirk on her face showed how much she enjoyed this part that she would do when she felt bored and desired a bit of fun.

"I want you to watch as he becomes more and more entwined with my tails. I want you to see how docile he is, and how worshipping of us you will become." Carrisa looked at you before turning around to press her round ass-cheeks into the pit of his neck. The first tail slithered around his throat, slowly forming thick, bushy coils with which she would squeeze with gusto as she fit more and more of it around his neck, covering it completely underneath a sea of soft scarlet fur. As his choking began, he began to shift slightly, only minor shifting of his head back and forth, but otherwise he said and did nothing about her grasp on his body.

Two more tails moved to slide underneath his rags, sliding down his arms from both sides, before playing lightly with the tip of his clothes. There was no reaction from him as they both slid under his rags, teasing up his body slowly. Feet and feet of her soft, brushy tail vanished up the clothes he wore, and the bulging shirt disturbed by the size of those tails, shifted and flexed with the movement of the coils encircling his chest one-by-one. With their fur slowly encroaching upon his chest with the soft grip, you saw his breathing become slightly laboured as she tightened around his neck, cutting off his air.

Both Kitsunes grinned as the broken hero was slowly entombed inside Carrisa's tail, and the raggy-shirt was nearly full now to burst from the fluffy tails stretching the thin fabric. Two tips appeared out from the armholes and continued their wrapping of his body, moving to his arms next.

"Do you see how loyal he is? You'll be like this oh so soon, and I can't wait to be the first one to squeeze your worshipping body. I wonder what I'll make you do first; force you to kneel and kiss my toes, or I might just keep you permanently wrapped inside my grasp, making you kiss me all over. Such an easily dominated human doesn't deserve real freedom when you're best suited as a toy for me to torment." The scarlet fur now reached to his elbows, and she moved his arms like he was a puppet.

Carrisa took great joy in toying with her catch as the warm fur of her tails encapsulated both his arms seconds after taking his elbows. The wrapping was so tight all over than nothing was visible, even his hands which allowed the fur to overtake him. It was demoralising seeing this icon willingly submit himself to their tails and say nothing as they overcame him when he should be attempting to fight it off and rid himself of these sexy...dangerous creatures.

Thoughts filled your mind from what the Kitsunes said before. How could you possible fight against them when they so easily converted him from a strong fighter into a meek, quiet slave who seemed to enjoy it? If they broke him in just a few hours of asphyxiation play, how could you last even anything close to that? Would you give in to them? Give in to their desires? How could you not? But you'd be made to serve regardless of what you wanted. It was not your choice anymore to resist or serve them. A subtle piece of magic enhanced these thoughts, while dampening the more...resistant thoughts of escape and rescue.

Ilyana smiled to herself as you slumped in her tail and the wrist-restraints keeping you from toppling to the ground.

"I think that got him." She said, tugging you left and right with her tails to no reaction. "What a silly little human, thinking that he could resist."

"Good. That was a little quick, but I guess these human's aren't worth too much effort to overpower."

"Next one that comes along, you want to break?"

"Sure, I'll mix it up a bit and see if I can get an ass-worshiper to go along with this footlover." She patted his head as the scarlet tails squeezed and continued to tease the broken man, who had no more use for the title given to him. "What are you going to do with him now?" She meant you, but the strength to lift your head wasn't in you. They had broken you, or had they?

"You're..." You began with a croak and a dry throat. "...going to let me..." Something stopped you. A soft blue tail had tightened around your neck like a collar, and the tip that flicked up your chin had diverting to plug your mouth. It passed between your lips and delved nearly deep enough to go into your throat.

"Like I was saying, what are you going to do with him?" Carissa asked again.

"Well, no six-tails wanted him, so I think I'll keep him."

"Any ideas?"

"I might double-task him with feet and ass for the moment until a new one comes in, then I might even keep him as a squeeze-toy if the day goes bad." Her curvaceous hips pressed down onto your shoulder, dipping your head to rock and lightly impact against the soft flesh of her round ass.

"You're gonna make him as blue as your fur?"

"If he can handle it. But I'll make him beg for it too." She bit her lip as she imagined you submitting to her tails and the squeezing she had in store for you.

From the door, a third voice called out.

"Hate to interrupt the interrogation." It was a female voice, no doubt another Kitsune guard to torment him. The voice seemed familiar enough, and it took a few seconds to place it.

"Sandi, what's the news?" Carrisa turned to the guard at the door, and it was the same one who had so easily captured you. Her dark red fur was like wine, a colour called burgundy, and the flicking lights of the candles against her fur made her look even darker.

"Just made my report to the Captain, and she directed me to the Queen."

"That's strange."

"It gets stranger. Supposedly, she wants to see the new prisoner as soon as possible."

"He's not broken just yet, though he's hanging on by a string."

"Already? I only gave him to you about twenty minutes ago, what did you do to him?"

"The usual, but he's just really weak."

"I'll say. I told you that he just ran at me, didn't I?"

"You did, we had a laugh at that."

"It was even funnier in person, you should have been there." Sandi chuckled to herself. "So where is he?"

Carissa pointed to Ilyana, who shifted her hips slightly to show off you trapped inside her tail, with the fight squeezed out of you. The sight of you slumped in the tail was apparently the funniest thing that she had seen since you tried to attack her head on, and she nearly doubled over with hysterics.

"Oh wow, he gave up that much did he?" Sandi smiled

"Took just a second to make him break." Carrisa frowned, pausing for a second. "Why do you think the Queen wants to see him?"

"No idea. I just was told to come and get him."

Carrisa turned and nodded at Ilyana, who pouted herself and removed her sizable ass from your shoulder.

"Go ahead and untie him, get those shackles off his wrists and get him upright." Though she huffed, Ilyana did as she was asked to. First though, the tails sliding all around your body had to be removed, and a smirk crawled across her face as she thought how best to do this.

She stepped forward slowly, letting the several tails around you pull taut, stretching you slightly against the iron restraints. One by one, those long, soft tails began to slip and slide out from underneath your clothes. Firstly, the one that had penetrated your shirt unwound slowly from your arm, untangling your fingers from the between the long strands of soft, blue fur. Ilyana turned your head towards your arm that slowly became unwrapped, making you watch it unfurl. Half the loops around your chest unwound, and pushed out your shirt, making more bulges appear all over its strained fabric.

She cooed slightly as she drew the tip of the tail back through the armhole, and traced that soft tip all the way down your chest until it slid out of the bottom of your shirt and back under her control. As it finished, the other replicated the path its brethren took, uncurling from your fingers and unwrapping around your arm. Ilyana pointed your head in the other direction, towards your other arm now, where the coils had bunched up thick and tight around the shoulder. The tip disappeared into your shirt first, letting the rest of the thick coily fur force its way through the restricted armhole, and the sound of a ripped shirt accompanied it.

"Don't damage him too much; the Queen wants him in one piece." Sandi called from the door, but it would be lying to suggest that she couldn't spin a little mistreatment as explanation of your downtrodden state even before she got her tails on you.

The tail that had now bunched against your chest began to draw itself back up underneath your shirt, pulling as it uncoiled around your chest. The pressure and tightness of the soft tail lessened and lessened as the plush fur passed by your face as it was withdrawn. The collar of tail around your neck tightened slightly as the long, plush fur extracted itself painfully slowly from your shirt, before it dropped away, leaving you just in the manacles around your wrists.

"Unshackle him and get him out of here."

Ilyana nodded at Sadi's words, and bent down to unstrap the restraints around your wrists that pinned you to the wall. Either it was magic or there was a hidden part that made it fall away when she touched it, as the iron manacle popped open as she placed her hand on it. Unused to the weight of your own arms, it dropped to the ground with a thump, and it took a few seconds to get back into the swing of things. For the briefest hint of a second, the thought of aggressive attack ran through your mind. With your wrist now free as Ilyana moved onto the other one, it would have been so easy to curl your fingers into a fist and swing at her.

But strength had failed you. Your wrist felt as if it was made of iron, and wouldn't lift more than a few inches off the ground. Thoughts had changed from freedom and destruction of their kind into merely co-existing at least. There wasn't too much wrong with them in honesty, and their torture style was less extreme than had it been the other way around. The other manacle popped off and clattered against the stone wall as it fell away from your wrist.

A single tail coiled underneath your arms, and with a strength that seemed too strong for something that size, it lifted you up to your feet. A finger stroked under your chin, lifting your head upwards to see that the you were nearly their height, though they had an inch or two on you. If they already looked down on you, now they had to.

"Wrists together." Ilyana spoke, sneaking her tail around to grasp your wrists and bind them together with a soft coil before you could do anything to comply with them. She turned and pulled you along with her tail as if it was a leash that held your animalistic, inferior human body which allowed her to control you.

It was almost a yank with how strong she pulled you towards Sandi waiting in the door. You stumbled on the step out of the prison to a little chuckle from all three of the Kitsunes as you righted yourself. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you'd try not to give them too much opportunity to humiliate you, though it was up to them, not you.

Sandi stepped forward and extended her long, burgundy furred tail towards your wrists, tightened as Ilyana loosened to ensure you would not escape, though capturing you would be even more fun again.

"Take him to the Queen then, but tell us what she wanted him for. I can't think it'll be anything more than a new footstool to replace the old one."

"Maybe something a little more, I don't know too much besides bring prisoner to the Queen."

She turned to the open door behind her, and the regularly-lit hallway that led from it before it hit a wall and split into two paths. Candles and flaming torches led the way down the stony walls with a plush carpet trailing along the floor. Sandi stepped forward, tugging you along with enough force that you couldn't fight back if you tried, and if you tried you'd be wrapped up tighter. A last look back towards the closing prison door behind you saw Ilyana and Carrisa waving with grins on their faces as they sidled up close to the broken man still on the floor. Before the door closed, you saw their long, fluffy tails immobilise him from head to toe until he was no more than a red or blue striped blur.

"Don't worry about him. He'll be looked after very thoroughly." Sandi grinned, pulling your head back around to the front with tail around your neck that directed your chin. "That's right; he's nothing now to you."

The door closed behind you with a wooden thunk, and you had no choice but to be dragged along behind Sandi, who was adept at throwing out her hips as she walked. The tail around your neck would squeeze every few seconds; lightly at first before slowly ramping up the pressure until it would cut off your air for a short time.

"Takes you back doesn't it?" She smiled, "That time when you stupidly ran at me with your weapon drawn, then I just took you out so easily. Oh that was fun toying with you then, and I'd love to do it now." Her lips formed a smirk, and the two tails squeezed you tightly. "How I'd love to just keep you in my room to toy with every night, knocking you out and choking you senseless." She laughed, but you stayed silent. "It would be great, I'm sure you'd love it.

Sandi led you down a seeming maze of corridors, none of which seemed remotely different from the one before it. A second before you were about to dare open your mouth and ask if she knew where she was going, an act that certainly would have led to you being unconscious when she delivered you, you were led to a tall and wide wooden door formed of dark oak. Two guards unflinchingly stood either side of it, their furs both onyx black, balanced by the bone-white armour that contrasted their coats. Both of them looked down at you in your restrained state, then looked back at each other with a look in their eye that suggested hilarity, though their features never changed. No doubt as the doors would close again, they'd laugh for hours and hours.

With a push, the guards opened the heavy doors with an ease that suggested they were stronger, much stronger than their looks and voluptuous stature would suggest. As the doors opened, you took a look inside at the opulent chamber of the Queen; the room was absolutely huge, with a floor that was covered in cool marble. Tall spiralling columns held the decorated roof up were placed along near the walls of the room, patterned with reminders of the Queen's power in the form of several tails motifs.

But the jewel of this castle's court was the ornate, gilded throne of the Queen. Golden-inscribed, it was tall and fanned out, with blood-red silk cushions adorning the seatback and underneath her. The arms were made of the same dark oak that the doors were made of, but golden patterns set them aside. The throne sat atop a small set of stairs, placing her above all and everyone who stepped into the court. Flanking it were two smaller seats for her advisors; this Queen would not be a poor-runner of kingdoms like the predecessor.

In this beautiful throne sat the Queen herself. The most powerful and beautiful of them all, it had been her who infiltrated and eventually overthrew the human system in favour of herself and her people. Both by magic and beauty, she had worked her way to the seat she sat in now, and her attire saw to that also. The robe she wore was of dark silk, nearly black to the eye with a hint of deepest indigo. The Queen's Gown was perfectly tailored to fit her curvaceous, voluptuous body, hugging her ideal curves without a crease or a wrinkle to be seen. Atop her head sat an equally impressive crown; small, yet beautiful, it was hand-crafted by the last human to willingly step inside these stone and marble walls before his allegiances had been twisted and his body used to serve, much like you would be soon.

Sharp sapphire eyes caught yours from across the room as the Queen's head turned to look at you, wrapped so heftily inside Sandi's grasp. The Queen herself was sensationally beautiful, putting the rest of her court to shame. Perfectly proportioned, her body was the absolute ideal of attractiveness to you. Her legs were crossed over in and she was leant back, relaxed as you were dragged in by Sandi.

"What a lovely sight." She spoke. Her voice was incredibly smooth, pouring into your ears like honey. It was the kind of voice that was difficult to argue against because it was too soft. "A sweet, little human so foolishly strolling into my castle." She laughed light as Sandi brought you close to the throne to the point where you could have stepped on the steps.

"My Queen, the prisoner you requested." Sandi bowed low, nearly to the point her nose touched the floor.

"And what a cute little thing he is." She smiled, as Sandi stands back up and released your wrists, letting them fall down to your sides. She places a finger to her lips, kissing it and flicking her tongue over the tip. "Looks like a tasty one to break, has he been had some...persuasion so far?"

"As little as possible before I could get there, your Highness."

"Hopefully he's not too broken before I get my taste, I'd like a little toy to play with every now and then, and it's been a while." She almost purrs the last bit as she says it.

"Of course, your Highness." Sandi nods again. "I must return to my post, is there anything you wish further of me?" I was strange to see this character that had been so playful and good-humoured become obedient and submissive in the face of the Queen, who hadn't even done anything yet.

"No. You are dismissed." The Queen spoke. Sandi turned and walked directly away without even looking at you, though it didn't stop a tail from gripping your wrist one more time. The whole court of several guards and a few nobles then turned to you as Sandi exited through the oaken doors. Their burning, judging gaze came upon you, and for a second there was silence.

"Do you know why I have asked you here?" She spoke as if you weren't forced to come.

"No." You spoke for the first time in a while, croaky throat from a lack of water since your capture. "And I don't wish to know from you." A hush emanated from the nobles as they thought who dared to speak to their Queen that way. But she only smiled,

"Ah, a little fight left in you like an ember about to be snuffed out. I'm glad I caught you in time before you became the footslave of another guard, you see I need one of them too, and when I heard another weak human had been carted in...well I knew to get him before it was too late."

"You can try to break me." Confidence wavered in your voice. If Sandi had beaten you so easily, and even she was nearly cowering compared to this Kitsune, then how powerful could she be?

"Oh, trying won't be a problem." She smirked, licking her lips. She turned to the members of the court. "Leave us." A simple command, and no one dared argue. They moved as quickly as they could, exiting for the same door that you entered through in quick succession.

The doors closed behind them, and you were left in the room alone with the Queen; the one person who you had wanted to get your hands on all this time. But now your hands wanted to get at her in a different way. Even the method she sat seemed erotic, crossing her long legs and relaxing back.

"How has your stay so far in my castle been?" She asked. "Was it enjoyable?"

"No." You replied simply.

"Before coming to get you, Sandi told me how she incapacitated you, and I must say I found it quite funny."

"It was not funn-"

"Why do you still resist us?" She asked, interrupting you.

"Why?" You repeated as if it was obvious. "Because you forced us into poverty, that's why!"

"Because you would not become our little toys. It would have been so much easier for you to give in to the superior beings; all you would have had to do was just submit."

"We would never submit to you!"

"Ah, human pride, I forgot. It's honestly amusing how you speak of yourselves as higher people, yet cannot even compare to one of us."

"We are the ones who are better!"

"At being slaves perhaps. Look at yourself in this situation. I've made everyone else leave, and you have a shot at finally taking me out. Do it, go ahead and prove your superiority." Her sapphire eyes sparkled as she looked down at you.

Those eyes were bright as they glistened in the sun. So many intricate patterns lurking inside them, all so beautiful and mesmerising. No! Attack! Strike her! But if you strike her, you'll never see those beautiful eyes again. They could see right through you, staring at everything that made you into the person you were.

"No? You won't attack?" She asked coyly, as if her entrancement wasn't taking affect.

"I will!" You mumbled, and made to step forward. But your legs did not react to your mind's wishes. Nor your arms as you tried to reach out the several feet to grasp at her.

"Why bother with such trivial things." She smiled as you became paralysed by her eyes. "Surely it would be much, much easier just accepting your place."

"What are you doing to me?" She allowed you to move your head at least.

It was only then she stood. Her legs uncrossed from their resting pose and lifted her out of the ornate throne. Something huge and white moved behind her, like an avalanche. The Queen stepped down the steps towards you slowly, taking her time on each one to drive home the fact you couldn't move.

"Nothing much, just a simple spell." She smiled again. The huge, white mass behind her hung behind her body, more than twice the size of her. As they flowed and swayed, it became obvious what they were. Her tails.

"Nine tail." You gulped, mentally and quickly counting them, though their movement made it hard to separate them as they blended together into one so often.

"How wonderful of you to notice." She smiled, "Does it change your disposition towards me knowing I have the power to rewrite your mind to serve me? With a click of my fingers..." She did so, leaving a pause for the echo to dissipate , "I could have had you licking the toes of my foot without so much of a word of protest from you." She winked.

"But I feel it would be more interesting for both myself and you to make you lust and love for me."

"Never..." You croaked, but already your eyes were raking over all her body, from the hourglass figure, down to the wide hips and the near aura of bone-white tails behind her.

"Why resist any more? It must be so difficult to resist when you know deep down that it's futile and the end result will be the same. Relax..."

She began to walk away slowly, placing a single finger under your chin for your view to follow her as she walked away from you, those thick, soft tails completely obscuring your view of her. One of those sensationally long tails reached out to you and licked under your neck, much like her finger had before, and the urge to follow was unbearable. Either it was magic or desire, she was perfect.

You followed close enough either by her will or your own so the tip of the tail that stroked under your chin was constantly there, just so you could feel the softness of that fur. Yes, that's it, you weren't under her spell, you just wanted to feel how soft that tail was. How soft it would feel around your neck in a collar-grip. A smile played across your face as it did just that. You stepped even closer to let it trail around your throat twice and gently, oh so nicely, squeeze and claim you. It began to coil around your shoulders wrap by wrap, pinning your arms to the sides, but that was ok, you didn't need them anyway.

As you got closer, your view became filled with the sight of those pearly-white tails swaying and flowing like grass in a breeze back and forth in your view, swaying from side to side. Your pace was ever so slightly faster than her own as you walked obediently behind her, silently encouraging those oh so soft tails to wrap around you.

"Isn't that so much nicer?" She smiles as the singular tail binds down to your wrists, tightening around your chest like grip of a snake. You didn't need breath until it was to speak of her tails. Yes those tails were so...beautiful.

"Y-yes." You muttered. It was nicer, wasn't it, not having to deal with the troubles and trials of resisting so fruitlessly.

"Must be so nice to just free your mind, and let them overwhelm you." The Queen's ninetail magic had worked a treat, and so little of it had been used. The soft sapphire eyes had weakened the last of your defences for her fluffy, full tails to charm you into her puppet. One final tail of the either she had available began to wrap around the base of your chin, and with the length of it being nearly twice your armspan, it could easily begin to entomb your head into its coils.

"Sssh." She whispered as the pearly-white tail caught your chin and mouth in a single loop, brushing intensely smooth hairs against your lips. It took only a single more second for a second coil, as thick as the first to slowly layer itself atop and cover your nose and eyes behind a coat of white fur. Instantly a rich musk wormed its way into your mind through your nose when you inhaled and nearly sparking on your tongue as the minute, plush fur teased on your tongue.

The musk was sweet and powerful, with a heavy but enjoyable perfume. Is this was perfume smelled of? It had only been a word to you, as there was no chance to own perfume in poverty, but the Kitsunes always wore it, the Queen not least of all.

"You seem infatuated with those, I might just leave you in them for a long, long time." She seemed to threaten it, but the idea of warm, soft grip all around had become a heaven rather than a hell. "I suppose a squeeze toy is an apt career for you now, and you could double as a footslave too, but I don't think you'll mind what happens to you."

One long, white tail moved out towards you, and began to glide softly around the thick of your thigh, slowly immersing it inside the soft fur to the point where your legs slowly disappeared underneath similar to a snowdrift lightly overwhelming anything it rolled over. It began to control your leg too, making for just a second your gait a little strange as it took over the knee. The huge length of these tails allowed her to easily entwine your limbs with her fur, one by one to allow the potent suggestive magic to penetrate your mind and bend you to her will.

The other legs was quickly taken inside a separate tail as well, winding and squeezing tightly with the rest of the tails around your body, eliciting a moan as the warm grasp took you from all sides equally. One leg entrapped, the other just to the knee, you were completely entwined now, and to the outside all that could be seen was your feet and the top of your head sticking out the huge, squirming, shaking mass of tails.

You couldn't see anything but darkness as the tail over your eyes and nose blocked off your view, though it wasn't important so long as that scent of sweet musk and perfume could charm and soften your disposition. Relaxing was definitely what you needed to do, and with those tails all around you, the Queen could just take you from place to place without a single step on your behalf.

The large yew doors to her chambers opened, equal in size and opulence to the doors to her court, though a waved hand of magic made them move as if they weighed nothing. Her tails held you in same way, and a light amount of effort put into them ensured that your feet began to only lightly brush against the floor. The Queen was used to carrying her gigantic tails with her everywhere she went, so the weight of a human inside was nothing too difficult, and the way you so eagerly decided that they were for you was a source of great humour for her.

"Do you like my chambers, slave?" She asked softly, stopping the middle of the room and letting her tails unwind from you. You first felt them unwrapping from around your legs, leaving them free to the air once again. A feeling of lament struck you, and the soft sensation of the tails leaving you was nearly heartbreaking, but there was nothing you could do to convince her that you needed them now, as your hands were bound and your mouth filled with tail that emanated a scent sweet enough to be addictive.

As your legs came free and you were stood still right behind her, you could feel the weight and the size as it was concentrated on your chest. Only two tails were entwined with you now, but still the weight from their size and shape was nearly more than your human legs could manage. But it didn't last, and the winding, bone-white fur began to unfurl from you, slipping off you in heavy coils that swung around to be behind her, inside that mass of swaying, swirling tails.

Soon, just the one that covered your features was left, with the tip trailing down your back. It unravelled from your head coil by coil, letting your mouth free first to breathe untouched air for the first time in a while, though the scent and perfume still had a taste on your tongue, which lolled out, demanding more of it. You needed more of that taste and scent. The final coil freed itself and dropped away, allowing you to see the chamber you were in, though even in its beauty, it did not compare to the Queen. Your Queen.

"How was your treatment in the castle?" She asked again, paraphrasing from the court only minutes ago. "Was it enjoyable?" It was. The tail's magic and the persuasiveness of her voice and eyes had charmed you. Those tails now acted to bend you even further, swaying one by one back and forth, and as their fur overlapped, it drew your attention to each time it happened. It was impossible to concentrate on all of them.

"Yes." You said simply.

"Is there any part of you that wants to resist me anymore?" She smiled, still not facing you.

"No." What point was there to resist? She was right? She was always right. Oh how the humans outside did not know of this pleasure, this desire to be cared after. How silly of them, and how right of you now.

Those tails would not allow you to look away as their swirling and spiralling made you sway with them, only slightly at first, but it did not take long for your broken mind to make you lust for them. She glanced over her shoulder, looking to see your face transfixed upon her tails. Her sapphire, glinting eyes stared through you again as her soft, sultry voice called out,

"Would you like me to hold you slave? Take your body into the soft, silken embrace of my tails? Would you like to feel cared for as if by a lover, and then requite your lust into love and obedience at my command? Put aside your troubles and fears, they cannot harm you in my grasp. Submit to the desire of your Queen."

"Yes..."