“You really think you can break me, Goldpaw?”

The feline mad scientist looked up from what he was doing, attaching electrodes to the wolf’s head. “Oh, I think I can indeed, Agent Knight. Soon, you will be revealing all your secrets to me!”

The canine secret agent pulled at the restraints keeping him in his seat and found them to be very secure. He could tell he wouldn’t be able to break out of them, at least not anytime soon.

“In fact, once I am done, you will be my minion, willing to do whatever I command!” Goldpaw laughed as he switched on the strange looking machine on the desk beside the wolf’s chair, plugging the wires from the electrodes into it.

“Ah yes, your rumoured ‘brainwashing’ of people.” Knight said, dismissively. “You know I’m an elite agent, right? I’ve been trained to resist mental manipulation and brainwashing, no matter how much you torture me, how much pain you inflict to try and break me!”

Laughing out loud in response, Goldpaw tapped away at the controls of his device. “Oh, my dear Agent Knight… Who said anything about pain?” The panda scientist hit a final button and the machine hummed into life.

The wolf was hit by a wave of intense pleasure the like of which he had never experienced before. He squirmed and twitched in his restraints, letting out a howl.

As quickly as it started, it was suddenly over, the pleasure vanishing, leaving the restrained secret agent panting and feeling oddly empty.

“How was that?” Goldpaw chuckled, a smug grin plastered across his muzzle.

“You’ll have to do better than that!” Knight spat in defiance. But in the back of his mind, there was a seed of doubt. That had been the most overwhelming thing he had ever experienced. Could he really hold out for long if it persisted? But that was a thought he refused to accept.

“Oh, I will!” Said Goldpaw, adjusting the machine’s controls. “That was just a taste, the lowest setting. The real, full-on stimulation of the pleasure centres of your brain is yet to come!”

Agent Knight’s certainty faltered at this revelation. “What? Hang on…”

The feline’s paw hit a control, and the pleasure returned, somehow even more blinding and intense that it had been before.

Every inch of Agent Knight’s body was alight with pure pleasure, overwhelming all his senses. He became completely unaware of anything around him, utterly lost in the sensations, any form of thought impossible as they crumbled under the onslaught before they could form. It felt so amazing, an incredible, unending wave of ecstasy washing through every fibre of his being.

The wolf didn’t know how much time passed and didn’t care. It just seemed to go on and on and on. Until suddenly, once again, it stopped. It was immediately replaced by a cold, biting need to have it back, to experience that wonderful pleasure again, as if his very soul yearned for it.

“So, how was that?” Goldpaw asked.

Before he could stop himself, the words slipped from Knight’s muzzle. “Please… more…”

The cat laughed heartily. “Yes, I imagine you’d love to have more. And I’ll happily give it to you. But there is a price…”

The wolf shook his head, trying to get a hold of himself, to fight back against that addictive need to feel the pleasure again. “No… I will not give you anything…”

“Still some fight in you, eh?” Goldpaw said. “Impressive. Almost everyone I’ve done this to before was begging to do whatever I asked by now.”

Agent Knight closed his eyes, trying to focus and concentrate, battling the part of him that wanted to give in, do whatever the mad scientist wanted, so that he could lose himself in that amazing sensation of utter pleasure once again. It was proving to be a difficult struggle.

Goldpaw leaned in close, gently stroking the restrained wolf’s head fur and whispering in his ear. “The truth is, my dear Agent Knight, is that you will never feel that good again, never feel that pleasure…”

That statement hit Knight’s psyche hard, the very idea of not getting that experience again drowning him in cold dread. Deep down, he really needed that pleasure. Or did he? As he struggled to maintain a grip on himself, he was becoming less and less sure.

“Perhaps just another little taste…” Said Goldpaw, a finger moving towards the relevant button.

The captive wolf closed his eyes, bracing himself for the sweet rush of pleasure, a sense of relief washing over him that he would soon once again be lost in that sweet embrace of intense ecstasy. But then nothing happened.

His eyes snapped open, and he looked to the mad scientist. To find him grinning at him with an evil smirk, paw hovering over the button.

“Or perhaps not.” He said. “I’m not sure you really want it, since you’re trying to resist and all…”

“No!” Knight blurted out before he realized it, and immediately tried to correct himself. “Yes! I… I don’t…” He stumbled over his words, head fuzzy and confused, his need for the pleasure clashing with his sense of duty. A battle he felt he was rapidly losing.

“If you want more pleasure, you merely need to beg for it…” Goldpaw said.

“Please, give me more!” The wolf agent said, unable to stop himself, eyes fixed on the paw still hovering over the button, the shame of wanting more pleasure and begging for it fading by the second as his yearning need grew stronger.

“And pay the price of course!” the cat added triumphantly.

“What?” Knight stammered, eyes remaining on the finger, as if he could somehow cause it to fall and press the button just by sheer force of will. “What price?”

“Submit to me, of course!” Goldpaw said. “Submit to my brainwashing, willingly and without resisting. If you do resist, I will never give you any pleasure ever again, I promise you that.”

Agent Knight knew he should say no, that he should keep on resisting, that was his job, his duty. But that gnawing need was consuming him now, and he couldn’t get any words of defiance to come out of his muzzle.

Would it be so bad to give in? To get to feel so wonderful again? Surely after all the good he had done in his career, the number of times he’d saved the world from mad scientists and power-crazed masterminds, he deserved a reward, the chance to feel such pleasure? But that would be wrong. Wouldn’t it? He wasn’t so sure anymore, his swirling thoughts a mass of confusion.

“Time to decide, Agent Knight.” Goldpaw interrupted his mental struggles. “Submit or resist? Pleasure or no pleasure?”

In that moment, the wolf’s will finally crumbled, the possibility of missing the chance to experience that pleasure again eroding the last of his resistance. “Please…” he said. “Do it. I submit…”

“As you wish!” Goldpaw said with a smile, as he hit a few more buttons on his device before activating it again.

The mad scientist then sat back in his chair and gleefully watched the lupine secret agent squirm once more in his restraints, eyes rolled back in his head, completely lost in the pleasure coursing through him.

Of course, this time was a little different, Goldpaw knew. His brainwashing signals were now also being fed into Agent Knight’s unresisting, pleasure-addled mind, placing him in a deep trance, rewriting his thoughts and personality, forcing him to forever associate the pleasure he needed with obedience to the scientist.

Once the treatment was finished, the wolf would belong to him and willingly spill all his secrets, share all his knowledge. And as a highly ranked intelligence operative, that was likely going to be a lot.

“Obedience is pleasure…” Knight slurred in his trance. “Pleasure is obedience…”

Goldpaw grinned. “Indeed! And as my obedient minion, I can guarantee you will get to experience a lot of pleasure! All the others I’ve brainwashed certainly do!”

As Goldpaw waited for the process to finish and Agent Knight to finally be his, he excitedly mused about all he could do with the intel his new servant would give him. The nefarious schemes he could hatch, the other important figures he could gain access to and possibly brainwash, and most important of all, the steps he could take to get him closer to his goal of world domination…