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RTSYM: Berserker's Visit - Day 1, Pt. 2 by: BerserkerB

(All characters are owned by me, or Dinfleetpaw, or Basil Ramley)

Berserker led Din down an empty hallway. The wolf was dressed in nothing but a tight thong, which showed off his firm buttocks. He had a small limp, a testament to the three more times Berserker decided to 'tenderize' him. Din thanked his luck that no one was around to see him in this getup, though he knew he would ultimately be exposed sooner or later.

"Here it is," exclaimed Berserker when they reached the end of the hall. They passed into a rather large room, about three-quarters as big as a gymnasium. Organized throughout the room were several different kinds of guillotines.

Din gawked at the impressive display. To one side, he saw a row of old, wooden-style guillotines, like the ones used during the French Revolutions. Next to those were more modern looking devices, with small computer panels on the sides. The wolf's member tented against the tight fabric, and he wondered if Berserker had brought him here to snuff him early.

"Hold still, you little shit!" they heard a voice shout from the middle of the room.

Berserker stepped around a set of death-machines, and smiled at the site. "Well if it isn't Lewis Hearts!" The figure in the middle of the room turned, and his eyes went wide.

"Superintendent Berserker!" he shouted. "I wasn't told you would be visiting today."

Din kept his distance, and peeked at the two from between a couple of metal guillotines. This Mr. Hearts was a white rabbit, who did not look much taller than he was. He wore a pair of black leather pants, a black harness around his chest, and had on an executioner's mask. Din then noticed why. Set up on one of the devices was a buff bull. He was tied to vertical metal slate, which was connected to a guillotine. Din realized they had just walked in on an execution.

Mr. Hearts hugged the hyon. "What brings you to my humble storage room of death?"

"Well I have a favor to ask, but..." he nudged over to the struggling bull, "I can see you have something you need to finish."

The rabbit scoffed and flapped his wrist. "Won't take more than a couple of seconds. The hard part was getting him tied down," he winked at the burly bull, "but that's part of the fun."

Din noticed Berserker beckoning to him. He nervously stepped from his hiding place, and took his place at the hyon's side. Mr. Heart's eyes studied him up and down, and it made the wolf somewhat nervous - but also excited.

"Is this your new boytoy?" the rabbit smirked. "Not too shabby. Tell me, uh..."

"Din."

"Ah! Tell me, Din, have you ever seen a quick-action guillotine before?"

The wolf had seen just about every type of beheading device imaginable. Traveling with Berserker exposed him to a variety of experiences - both good and bad. "No sir, I have not." He gave the rabbit his puppy-dog eyes routine. "Would you show me how it works?"

Mr. Hearts seemed to swell with pride, and probably something else. "Well sure, little guy, it's easy." He slid over to the guillotine, and presented each piece like a gameshow assistant. "The victim is tied to this metal slate - though they used to be wood back in the old days. Once secure, the slab is lowered down onto the base of the device." As he spoke, he pulled the slab down, making it and the bull parallel with the floor. "The executioner then just slides the victim forward. When the slab locks into place, the neck restrainer falls down and locks as well. Mere moments after this, the blade falls, and off comes the victim's head!"

As Mr. Hearts screamed the last part, he shoved the slab forward. The device locked into place, causing the neck brace to drop and lock. The bull let out a weak cry as it all happened. The blade cut through the air in less than a second, slicing the beefy student's neck with ease.

Din jumped at the loud thunk, but never let his eyes leave the bull's head. Mr. Hearts picked it up from the basket, and held it up for all to see. "This boy won't be running his mouth off again," he said with a chuckle. "Though I'm sure we will still find a use for that muzzle of his." He set the bull's head back down and removed his hood. The rabbit was quite handsome, and Din nearly blushed.

"Now that your work is done, how about we talk pleasure?" Berserker said as he sat down on the headless corpse of the bull.

"Sir, may I go to the bathroom?" Din asked. Berserker nodded, and the wolf rushed out of the room like a rocket. He curved around a turn, and ran face-first into something tall, hard, and furry. The wolf shook off his stunned feeling and squeakily shouted, "Excuse me!" before continuing on.

The figure looked back at the wolf, and saw him bolt into the bathroom. "Was he wearing a thong?" The brown furred ram got a wide smile.

Inside the bathroom, Din hurried to the nearest stall, slammed the door shut - but forgot to lock it - and pulled his raging member from the tight confines of the strap. "Oh my god I can't take much more." A quivering paw went straight to work, gripping at the tender meat and rubbing it as hard as he could. The sight of the bull's execution, the handsome rabbit, and the use of the word 'pleasure' that Berserker used... Din's thoughts drifted to a fantasy world, with Mr. Hearts and Berserker working each other over in a loving embrace. Din lay on a guillotine, with the rope to the blade nestled gently in his master's paw. He heard the sounds of the rabbit and hyon's passion, knew his death was near, wanted to feel the metal blade slicing his life away...

"Hey there, sexy." A sudden voice brought Din out of his dream. He opened his eyes, and saw a brown furred ram standing in the doorway. He was tall and well-built, and quite furry. "I haven't seen you around before. You must be new meat." He spoke with an Australian accent, and as he spoke, he gave the wolf a sly grin. "The name's Basil, but the only thing you're going to be doing with that mouth of yours is sucking my dick."

Din finally realized that the ram was sporting a thick hard-on. Basil pushed his body closer, pressing the throbbing ram-meat up against his face. Din moved his muzzle away in disgust. "I don't go to school here," he said firmly. "And besides, my mouth is reserved for one man only - unless he tells me to use it otherwise."

Basil just chuckled and forced himself over the small wolf. "There isn't anyone else around, mate. So how 'bout you get to suckin' and I won't have to show you why they call us rams?"

"I said no!" Din leaned back on the toilet and kicked the ram's stomach with both legs. Basil was caught off guard, and fell on the floor.

"Why you little-" He was about to get up, his face contorted in anger, but something stopped him.

"Superintendent!" Din cried happily. Berserker was leaned over the downed ram, with a knife to his neck.

"I would appreciate it if you did not try to solicit my servant for a blowjob," he growled at the ram. The hyon pulled Basil up with surprising strength, his blade never leaving the ram's warm flesh. "Mr. Hearts, I think we have our first volunteer for the game tonight." He hurled Basil across the room, straight into the arms of the executioner rabbit.

Mr. Hearts grinned and cuffed Basil's arms behind his back. "As you wish, sir." He tugged at Basil to move. "Come along you piece of shit. Let's see how you like giving head." He laughed after he spoke, and hauled Basil out of the room, the ram kicking and screaming.

Din felt a sense of relief, but then the narrow gaze in Berserker's eyes sent a shiver through him.

"Why did you come into the bathroom to jack off?" Berserker asked.

"I... I..." Din fumbled to find the right words.

Berserker moved in close, and gripped the wolf's throbbing cock. "If you needed to come so badly, you should have asked me to do it." His lips moved in quickly; they pressed warmly against the wolf's mouth. "I'm sure Lewis would have been more than happy to watch. Heck, he might have even joined in."

The thought of being used by his master and Mr. Hearts made Din quiver with ecstasy. The wolf bucked into the hyon's grip, thrusting his dripping penis against the soft, warm paw. "Oh yes..." Suddenly, he felt his master's claws at his neck.

"Now tell me Din, what were you really fantasizing about? Could it be perhaps...you wanted the rabbit to fuck you?" As he spoke, he raked the sharp hooks along the middle of the wolf's throat.

"N-No sir!" Din nervously squealed.

"Or perhaps you saw him fucking me?" He ran his claws backward, pressing them harder against Din's soft flesh. His other paw began to squeeze hard upon the wolf's member, cutting pain through the sensitive meat.

"Ah! Ah! No, you were fucking him!"

Berserker stopped, a brow raised in curiosity. "And where were you in this fantasy?"

Din suddenly felt hot, and his face lit up. "I was... I was on the guillotine, with you about to let go of the rope..." He felt a sense of shame while he spoke. What would the hyon do? Would he fulfill Din's fantasy, and behead him? But Berserker had his heart set on a wolf dinner, which was why he was afraid the hyon might be angry.

Berserker let go and, to Din's surprise, just shrugged. "Oh well, I suppose meat-bitches like you can't help it." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Din shouted. He was taken aback by his own forwardness. "Aren't you mad at me?"

The hyon waved his arms with a shrug. "Not really. But since you seem to want to be punished, you have to wear nothing but a bow-tie this evening at the faculty party." Din's ears drooped, but his master continued. "Not only that, but you will help serve refreshments. And if anyone touches you, or asks you for anything - and I mean anything - you will give it to them, unless it would result in your death. You got it?"

"Yes sir," he replied with a sullen voice.

Berserker grinned haughtily. "Good. Now finish up and go back to my room to freshen up. I don't want my colleagues to be serviced by a smelly bitch-boy." He walked off, leaving Din alone to finish what he had started.

Later that evening, as most of the students were settling into bed, the teachers and staff were crowding into the smaller gym. The place had been decked out for a party. Streamers of various colors lined the walls. Tables of different shapes and sizes littered the gym floor, adorned with bright tablecloths and bouncy balloons. Various hors d'oeuvres, from deviled eggs to mini-sandwiches, filled the tables. At one side, a mini-bar was set up, with a gaggle of teachers crowded around.

Berserker waltzed into the room, and the murmuring crowd fell silent. He was in his usual blue suit, and beside him was Din, naked as the day he was born except for the little red bow-tie around his neck.

The hyon gave his colleagues a curious grin. "What's the silence for? This is a party!" He waved his arms high, signaling everyone to commence partying once again. "Din, please begin your punishment, and begin serving the guests." He motioned Din to get moving, and the wolf bowed in respect.

"Yes sir." He sighed before sauntering into the crowd.

Berserker had barely taken two steps, when he heard a sharp "Meep!" The hyon grinned, knowing Din was going to be a hit tonight.

He checked his watch; half an hour until midnight. "Guess I'll mingle until the main event." He strolled along the outer tables, scanning the crowd of teachers and staff members, all the while pricking hors d'oeuvres into his mouth. There were several people he had not talked to in ages. There was Regal Pemdas, the algebra teacher; a fine looking robin, and one of the few avians to work at Redrum. He was busy chatting with Mr. Greenback, Berserker's most trusted financial advisor. The hyon glanced to the right, and his eyes lit up when he saw an incredible surprise.

Coach Ram and Yoshi Hirohito were kissing - and not a flirty sort of kiss, no, it was the kiss of two lovers. "I meant to tell you sooner," came Mr. Job's voice from behind him.

Berserker whirled around confronted his best friend. "You meant to tell me? Don't you think I should have been informed about this the moment it occurred?"

The bobcat adjusted his collar. "None of us saw it coming. And besides, Percival never stays with anyone longer than a month anyway."

Berserker looked back at the two, who were now dancing slowly in each other's embrace. The hyon narrowed his gaze. "No... This is not a fling."

"What do you plan to do?" Mr. Job inquired, his voice somewhat shaky.

The superintendent thought hard about it. There were too many complications this relationship might cause. He looked firmly at the Komodo dragon, whose eyes were fixated upon those of his bighorn-sheep lover's. "We will watch them - for now." He swiped a martini from a tray that Din was carrying. "In the meantime, I'll need to you contact a few people for me." He gulped down the drink and wiped his chin with his sleeve.

Mr. Job nodded. "I will call them first thing tomorrow morning."

"Good..." Berserker set his empty glass down, and checked his watch. "It's nearly midnight. Let's start the main event." He saw a gleam in the bobcat's eye, and nodded to him before stepping out into a small clearing in the crowd. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, may I have your attention!?" Silence slowly filled the room, and all eyes turned upon the hyon. "I have a special treat for you tonight; a little game, played by six of our very own students!"

There was a small clap amongst the throng. Berserker clapped his hands, and the double doors near the back of the room swung open. A few of the staff, along with Mr. Hearts, wheeled in a small platform. Upon the platform were six, medium sized guillotines. The death-devices were made of strong steel, and each one had a red light situated at the top of the device, as well as at the foot of the device.

Positioned inside each guillotine was a student. They were on their knees, their arms cuffed behind them, and their legs chained to the platform. All of them were already locked into place, their necks secured by the small, metal arches, with the heavy blades resting above, waiting to drop and severe their lives away.

While the platform was wheeled into place, Berserker continued his explanation of the upcoming event. "As many of you know, I have always been fond of Russian roulette." There were some nods and 'uh-huhs' by the audience. "Well today these six students will be fortunate enough to enjoy my favorite game...but with a slight modification." He motioned to the guillotines, waving his arms around in a glamorous fashion.

Many of the faculty 'Ooed' and 'aahed,' mostly to make the superintendent happy.

"The guillotines are connected electronically to this switch!" He held up a small device, no bigger than a pager. "When I press the button, the lights upon the guillotines will light up from left to right. After several seconds, the lights will stop upon one device." He looked at the students with a wicked grin. "When the light stops, the guillotine on which it does will release its blade." A few of the students began to cry. "Let's meet our lucky contestants, shall we?"

He hopped up onto the platform and stood near the first guillotine. The student was a young dog, a German Sheppard. His ears were drooped back, and his mouth was quivering. "This is Virgil Collins. Virgil is twenty years old, and he hails from Cleveland, Ohio." The hyon leaned against the steel column and smiled. "This dog is here because he refused to perform his weekly chores."

He spun over to the next device. "This strapping young lad is Victor Hugo." Below, crying his eyes out was a strongly-built rat. He was missing the top half of his left ear. "This poor fellow decided to pick a fight with our esteemed principal." He leaned down and flicked the rat's wounded ear, eliciting a scream from the rodent. "It seems the bobcat is losing his aim, but that's what we're here to fix."

Some of the staff members chuckled and looked over the Mr. Job, who just rolled his eyes. "Next up we have Ricardo Iglesias, age 19." The timid looking badger winced when he heard his name. "This guy thought it would be funny to celebrate my return by spray painting my car. Luckily, he was apprehended before the deed was accomplished."

He scooted over to the next student, and this time he knelt down before speaking. "Basil Ramley, who hails from the land down-unda'." The ram looked up at him, a twinge of fear and rage in his eyes. "This idiot thought he could solicit my servant to give him a blowjob." There was a quick silence, and many looked around at Din, who was trying to remain hidden behind Coach Ram. "I figured, Mr. Ramley, since you enjoyed asking for head, that you might like to give head tonight." He and the audience laughed, which made Basil blush from embarrassment.

Berserker tore himself away from the ram, and continued with his introductions. "Next up... We have a Mr. Reed Stewart, age 21." He rubbed the head of a crying fox, messing up his brown head-fur. "I'm sure he's sorry that he decided to run his mouth off to one too many teachers." He ran a claw under the fox's chin. "I'm sure we'll find a much better use for that muzzle after tonight."

"And last but least," he dramatically sang. "We have the lovely little slut, a Mr. Karl Rose!" He acted like Vanna White, and twirled his arms around to showcase the final student. He was the smallest of them all, a young dragon with red scales. "Now, I know dragons are a rare breed, but we can't give them quarter whenever they break the rules." He grinned and nudged the dragon with his foot. "This little guy thought that he could get his grades up by sleeping with his teachers. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he gained was a loose pucker, and sore jaws."

The hyon finally stepped off the stage and jauntily twirled around. "Alright boys, it's time to play. One of you will live, and the rest will end up as trophies for the teachers' lounge." He raised the switch for all to see, and with a huge grin, pressed the button.

Everyone's focus immediately switched to the pulsing lights. The bright red dots traveled from one guillotine to another in rapid succession. Tension filled the air; it was so thick it could have been cut by a knife - or a large, heavy blade. The eyes of the soon to be headless boys starred at the lower set of lights with horrific anxiety. With each passing second the pace of the lights grew slower and slower. Everyone held their breath as the red dot moved sickeningly slow from one guillotine, to the next...to the next...to the next...

The light stopped dead at guillotine number two. Victor's eyes grew wide, and he opened his mouth to scream. A tiny buzz sounded, and the blade fell.

THUNK!

The rat's head bounced slightly on the platform, and rolled to the left. Blood drizzled from the severed neck, painting the gray stage red. His body, somewhat hidden behind the device, emptied the red liquid all over the blade. A couple of staff members hurried and removed the body, stuffing it quickly into a body bag. They left the head alone.

"One boy down and four to go!" Berserker pressed the switch again, and the roulette started up once more. Several teachers decided to move in closer for a better look. At least half were already rubbing their groins from the excitement.

The light came to halt on Ricardo's location. The badger let out a wail, which became a wet "Glurk!" once the blade cut through his neck. His head flopped onto the platform, and barely rolled at all. His muzzle was still open, and the last few tears he had cried still streamed down his cheeks. His body was removed just as quickly.

"Too bad he'll never get ahead in life." Despite the overwhelming lust building up amongst the crowd, everyone stopped what they were doing and moaned at the superintendent's corny joke. "Jeez...tough crowd."

The light came to life again. The four remaining students continued to watch the decider of their fate flicker between them, except for Virgil, who was too scared to open his eyes. Everyone watched while the device slowly, agonizingly, came to a stop.

The guillotine sprang to life, and the heavy edge cut through the air...and through the German Sheppard's neck. Virgil's head bounced twice, and moved right next to the edge of the stage. An invigorating gasp was heard round the room. The canine's face remained stuck in his cowardly position; his eyes shut tight, his muzzle contorted with fear.

A few of the faculty pulled their dicks from their pants and started whacking off without care to who was watching. Most people hardly noticed, as they were too busy pawing their own throbbing erections, or were too fascinated by the gruesome display.

Berserker stopped for a moment to enjoy a quick glance around the room. He marveled at his colleagues reactions, all too happy that they were enjoying the show. He looked around for Din, and found that two of the staff had decided to take their building lust out on the wolf. The eager servant had one cock in his mouth and one cock plowing at his tight behind like the world was going to end in a few minutes. Not only that, but it seemed there was a small line growing as well, which meant the small was going to be busy for quite some time.

He flicked the switch, and turned his attention back to the main event. With only three students left, the pace of the red light seemingly looked faster. The hyon wickedly enjoyed the terror in the eyes of the fox, ram, and dragon.

There was a strong tension building up once again, and it was anyone's guess as to which boy was about to lose his head. The bright red dot slowed down... It jumped from Basil, to Reed, to Karl, and back to Basil. Everyone's eyes lit up when the light stopped.

The unfortunate victim screamed "Nooo!" but the sharp blade dropped regardless. The brown fox's head was lopped off in a flash, and it left a bloody trail while it rolled off the stage. Someone from the audience bolted for it, and started fucking the dead fox's neck like it was a sex toy. There were a few hoots and cheers from the crowd, and the teacher returned to the crowd, still humping his new toy.

Berserker stepped forward and hopped back onto the platform. He nudged Victor's head out of the way, and turned to address the yearning crowd. "I'm glad you have all been enjoying the show," he said with gusto. "We are down to the final two victims - I mean contestants. Which one will lose his head, and which one will survive?" He snapped his fingers, and Mr. Hearts rolled in a cylindrical ball mixer, like the kind used for Bingo. "I have in here the name of every faculty member. Mr. Hearts will spin the cage a few times, to mix up the balls." Ss he spoke, the rabbit did just that. The clattering of plastic balls echoed around the gym. "He will stop!" the cylinder came to a halt, "and I will draw a name. Whoever I draw will receive the honor of having the remaining student as their life-long slave."

Many of the faculty began to whisper among themselves. Many eyed the slutty dragon, most having already slept with him before. But still, plenty of them looked longingly at the buff ram, whose well-built body would provide hours of continuous fun.

"And without further ado," the hyon exclaimed and jumped off the platform. "Off with their heads!" He pressed the switch, and the final roulette commenced. Everyone's focus was on the stage. No one was rubbing off a load, or forcing their meat down Din's throat, or plowing the severed fox head that had managed to get passed around.

The light flickered between Basil's and Karl's guillotines, rapidly. It seemed like only split seconds between the jumps, and there seemed no sign of it slowing down. Berserker casually walked over to ball mixer and fished out a small, plastic ball. "Tieso Estomago!" he shouted.

The light came to a sudden halt. The guillotine let loose its blade, which severed the life of the student below. The heavy metal sliced through the flesh and bone with ease, hitting the bottom of the column with a loud THUNK!

There came a thunderous applause, and everyone cheered the final death of the night. Berserker triumphantly skipped onto the platform, and held up the detached cranium. He looked into the lifeless eyes of the ram who tried to force himself upon Din. Basil's mouth hung open dumbly, and blood flowed from the wound, drenching the hyon's arm in a rich blanket of red.

"No one tries to touch my property without my permission and lives." Unbeknownst to everyone else, except for Mr. Hearts, the final roulette had been rigged. Berserker grinned evilly into the glazed eyes of his now dead prize. "I've got the perfect idea for you."

He felt a tug at his leg, and looked down to see Mr. Estomago at the foot of the platform. Estomago was a large anaconda, who hailed from Puerto Rico. He had his long, green body coiled around his prize, the head-still-attached dragon, Karl. The small dragon squirmed in terror against the tight grip of the snake's coils, but it did nothing for him.

"Thank you for the lovely prize, Senor Berserker." His forked tongue flicked the air. "I've always wondered what dragons taste like, and now I get to find out." His scaly lips formed a grin, and slithered out of the room, his future meal crying for help.

"Oh well, I guess he didn't get to live after all, the poor slut. And speaking of sluts..." He looked over at Din, who was now kneeling on the floor, lax, and having his ass fucked by Mr. Hearts. "Hey Lewis," he called. The rabbit's ears perked and he looked the hyon's way. "You can have Din tonight! Just be sure I get him in one piece tomorrow morning!" Mr. Lewis gave him a thumbs-up, and returned to humping the wolf's abused ass.

Berserker's cell began to ring. "Yes?"

"Hey Berserker, sorry I'm late. I had a last minute guest that I needed to take care of."

The hyon smiled at the sound of the voice. "Not a problem, man. The bodies have all been decapitated, and are awaiting your glorious handiwork."

"Aww, I missed all the action? Well damn."

"That's what you get for being late. Oh, there's one body I want you to work on first..."

A couple hours later, Berserker emerged from his hot shower. He sighed and stretched his tired muscles. Not even caring to wrap a towel around his waist, he slipped back into the main room, and fell into bed.

"What a night!" he huffed. "I should never have let that bobcat prod me into drinking a shot of rum." His head ached, and he placed a paw over his belly when it started to gurgle. "Nothing but a good night's sleep will ease this away."

Suddenly, the door burst open. "Special delivery!" In came a hybrid of a fox and a bear. He was a strong-looking guy, with a firm build; not too muscular, but not real lean. His fur was a reddish-brown, with black fur on his forearms, underbelly, on the top and bottom of his digitigrade legs, and on the tip of his fluffy tail. "You don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?"

Berserker grumbled and rubbed his aching belly. "Go away Jay, I'm not in the mood."

"Well I know what will make you feel better," he said with a chuckle. The fox-bear hybrid slipped out into the hall, and returned wheeling a small platform.

Berserker's eyes lit up, and he shot up from the bed the moment it came into view. "Jay Hieronymus Fear you have outdone yourself!" Upon the platform was the headless body of Basil Ramley. His corpse had been expertly stuffed and preserved like a hunting trophy. Jay had arranged him with is arms spread out, his legs spread some, and his torso leaned forward. If placed against a wall, it would look as though it were leaning against it.

"And of course, let's not forget the portable version!" Jay picked up the ram's head, which was now mounted to a small plaque. "I made it just the way you like it, detachable, and usable." He showcased his work and casually popped the head off the wooden plaque.

"He looks wonderful, Jay." The hyon walked over to his new trophy and tenderly ran his fingers through the ram's brown fur. "Say, how about you stay here a couple of days, while I'm in town. We need to catch up on a lot of things."

The bear-fox raised a brow and tossed the stuffed head onto the bed. He moved from behind, and ran his paws along the curves of the hyon's chest. "I was hoping you'd say that. Now then..." he gripped the naked hyon's balls, "shall we do it with my toys, or without?"

The End of Day 1