The dinner having just been served, Krystal lifted Fox off the bed and carried him to the table. Placing him in a chair, Krystal pulled up a chair next to him and removed his muzzle.
"You're going to be so happy." Krystal said as she cut a piece of meat and placed it in Fox's mouth. "I've got the perfect place on Sauria. No dangerous predators. Nobody around for hundreds of miles, at least. Lots of food naturally grows there all year round. And all you have to do is keep me company."
Having not eaten in quite some time, Fox chose not to struggle or scream during the meal. Doing so, he feared, would mean having to go longer without food.
Placing another piece of food in his mouth, Krystal continued.
"Just you and me. No longer having to worry about first impressions or embarrassing yourself in front of everyone. No longer having to worry about your safety or mine. Never having to worry about being alone. Just you and me."
The meal continued for another half-hour in silence. After they finished their meal, Krystal replaced Fox's muzzle and wrapped her arm around Fox.
"You know..." Krystal began "It's been so long since you've had any time off. Have you thought about what you would like to do?"
An hour of silence had passed. Fox was busy thinking about what he would do. Surely he'd eventually be able to escape. But if they lived in a remote, uninhabited area on Sauria, where would he go? Would he want to leave? Krystal no longer seemed sane. Surely upsetting her would have unpleasant consequences.
Fox began focusing on more immediate matters. He knew she was listening to his thoughts. The respectful woman he knew and loved was gone, replaced by someone who wasn't afraid to peer into his mind at any given moment, caring not if his thoughts were clean or dirty. Fox knew he would have to get used to her knowing about his every thought, plan, and fantasy. In fact, he could feel her delving deep into his dirtier, naughtier fantasies. He could feel her wander through the filth he wanted hidden from everyone, especially himself. The bondage. The foreplay. The sensory deprivation. He knew he couldn't stop her. He knew she knew how uncomfortable she was making him. In fact, that seemed to be the point.
She wanted him to be uncomfortable. She wanted him to feel dirty. She wanted to explore every inch of his mind, feeding off his deepest, darkest secrets.
Fox could smell it. He would soon be getting his "dessert". He could smell the inevitable in the air. She would spend their years together fulfilling his fantasies and hers and she was going to start tonight. Fox also knew that no matter how dirty they got his dress, he was still going to sleep in it. Why did she have to remove his underwear?