1,825 Days - Chapter 1
#1 of 1,825 Days
Disclaimer: Depictions of all manner of sexual activity are included in this work of fiction. If this is objectionable to you, or illegal in your area, stop reading now.
Kurtis sucked in some deep breaths, trying to lower his heart rate. The tiger shifted in his seat, in this case the defendant's seat, staring at the government seal that adorned the judge's oaken bench. The lights of the courtroom had been dimmed during the jury's deliberation, but the feline's keen night vision allowed him to pick out the justice system credo: 'fiat justitia'. Let justice be done.
He hoped, fervently, that justice would be done in this case. He was one of the senior accountants at a high tech firm which had been caught in the middle of a major drug scandal. Company funds had been used to purchase vast amounts of illegal drugs, and the government had already come down hard on the portion of the company's leadership that had clearly been involved. Now they were going after specific players in the case... such as those who had laundered the funds flowing in both directions.
As he waited, Kurtis fidgeted. He was sure that his lawyer had done enough to clear him, but there's always that nagging doubt. Though Kurtis proved that he was given false slips and P.O.'s, some might have felt that he did little or no investigation. And they would have been right! The truth was, the tiger had been in a rut for so long, he couldn't care less about an undotted 'I' or uncrossed 'T' here and there. But, he had NO idea that his bosses had been running a drug cartel out of the warehouse! The middle management drone that had fingered Kurtis was just trying to get his sentence reduced, and the tiger felt that he didn't make a very credible witness.
Everyone's eyes adjusted when the courtroom lights were slowly dialed back up. "All rise!" called out the lupine guard; and everyone did rise to observe the jury and judge filtering back into the courtroom and taking their respective places. The Honorable Henry James Taylor, a well respected black bear who was the county's prior district attorney, called over to the hodgepodge of furs in the jury box, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached your verdict?"
A slightly sad looking skunkette cleared her throat and said, in an even tone, "We have your honor. We the jury find the defendant, Kurtis Granger, guilty as charged." Her tone reflected the body language of the entire jury, disappointed and resigned. The prosecution had made a good case, even though the character of the tiger was never in question. However, through negligence and apathy, they felt that he had allowed this crime to go on.
Kurtis' legs failed him, and his equine lawyer had to steady the slim striped cat. His soft, shocked "No." was lost in the bustle of movement and the unrestrained comments from the gallery. The tiger started panting, eyes glazed over, in a quiet panic. Guilty? No, no-no-no... there had to be some sort of mistake!
Even Judge Taylor heaved a sigh at the verdict. "Thank you members of the jury. I'm ready to pass sentence right away, both sides already having made recommendations in chambers given this contingency." The bears tired eyes shifted to Kurtis, and only Kurtis, "Though I don't believe that you understood the full scope of what was happening around you, I'm forced by law to issue at least the mandatory minimum for a drug related crime involving fraud. I hereby sentence you to the minimum, five years in a state prison, with no opportunity for parole."
Kurtis' sudden sobbing seemed to well up from nowhere, as in if his body knew when to cry even when his stunned mind couldn't register the tears. But for some reason the judge's next words gave him a glimmer of hope.
Judge Taylor said, somewhat rapidly, "I do reserve the right to avail the prisoner to those work programs which I see fit. We are adjourned. Both parties, chambers please." The wolf guard gently took Kurtis by the shoulder and led him to the back of the courtroom. The wolf had the decency to hand a kerchief to the tiger, and not cuff or truss him in any way. The lawyers on both sides of the case stopped outside of the judge's chambers, for some reason, and watched as Kurtis was led past them.
The judge's chambers were large but spartan, with little more than a desk, a computer, a telephone, and a few chairs. The ursine had already loosened the tie of his robe so that his thick neck wasn't constricted by the black fabric. Without so much as looking at the wolf, the bear said, "That will be all, Billy." The wolf nodded, gave Kurtis' shoulder a squeeze, retrieved his handkerchief, and closed the door behind him as he left.
The first words that were spoken by bear and tiger were mixed in tone and strength, but they were the same words, spoken at the same time: "It's not fair." The tiger had said them quietly, out of desperation and fear. The bear had said them with sympathy, but firmly, a matter-of-fact statement. Judge Taylor continued, "Of course it isn't fair. Mandatory minimums are the set of handcuffs worn by judicial officers everywhere. But it's too late for that. It is NOT too late for you, young man."
Suddenly the tiger was all ears. Was there a lifeline? And was it being offered to him? He sat quietly, paws gripping the arms of his chair tightly, hanging on the bear's every word.
Henry poured himself a glass of water as he said, "1,825 days. We don't charge you for leap years. That would be the fate of most prisoners, my boy, but you have another option. You can choose to serve a vital role within our government, enjoy some amount of comfort above and beyond normal prisoners, and work off your sentence, day by day. Both councilors have already agreed to allow it. If you qualify." The bear took a sip from his glass and watched the feline intently, monitoring his reaction.
There was only a moment of hesitation before Kurtis asked, demurely, "How do I know if I qualify?"
Henry smiled a bit, "The ones who often don't have the correct motivation will ask what the program is, as in if they had a lot of options to consider. A good sign, young man. You qualify by answering each of my questions, openly and honestly. If you refuse to answer any of them, we're done. All of your answers, and records of your furlough, will be sealed. With that in mind, I noticed in your alibi statements that kept you out of the warehouse at certain times and dates, that you mentioned both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Can I take that to mean you're fully bisexual?"
The question, no matter how plainly asked, shocked the tiger into a quick answer: "Umm, yeah I am." He started to regret saying that almost right away, but the judge gave him no time to consider. He pressed on.
Henry asked, "Are you able to switch between top/bottom, and dominant/submissive roles without any hangups?"
This time the feline's ears blushed and the pause was longer. The bear had basically asked if he could lay down and enjoy taking it up the ass like a good boy. His answer was a soft, "Yes."
Judge Taylor's questions rolled off, rapid fire now, "Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases or sexual dysfunctions?"
The tiger choked out a numb, "No sir."
"If it meant your freedom, could you perform sexual acts under observation?"
"Yes."
"Will you waive the right to have visitors, and agree to regular physical exams?"
"Y-yeah."
"For the safety of all involved, would you allow yourself to be restrained during sexual acts?"
"Yes."
"Will you sign a strict non disclosure agreement?"
"Yes."
The bear stared at the humiliated tiger for a couple of moments, and then nodded. "We're going to send you to the Starkville Facility for Government Rest and Recreation. You can quit the program at any time, but if you do, you'll qualify for no additional furlough programs. Billy!"
The door opened, "Judge?" the wolf asked. Henry smiled, "Take the boy out the back in 10 minutes. He's going to Starkville." Billy let out a held breath and smiled a bit. "Good, good. Come with me kid."
The tiger managed to hoarsely say, "Thank you, your honor." Then he was ushered through back halls. He was given a drink while he waited. Then an airy, sight impairing black silk bag was dropped over his head. The anxious tiger heard the engine of a car on the other side of the courtroom's back door, but somewhere between being urged to stand up and being reseated in the waiting car, the slim feline passed out.
Kurtis woke up to a light tapping on his cheek. A distinctly low male voice called to him, "Wakey wakey, kitty cat." As his vision re-focused, his eyes caught and held the image of a pretty black and white husky grinning down at him. "There you go. Kurtis, I'm nurse Jeremiah Conroy, and this is nurse Valerie Silverstone. Jerry and Val. There are guards right outside if you feel the need to call for one. OK?" The husky disappeared from his vision, leaving the tiger with a profile of a cute vixen, who happened to be fastening a Velcro ankle cuff to Kurtis.
It was then that the tiger realized that his wrists were fastened to the examination table, albeit loosely. He was naked. His legs were spread in the air, as stirrups held them aloft. By way of explanation, Val said, "We've already got a blood sample from you, Kurtis. And Jerry had you hooked up to the monitor, so we know your vitals look great. We just need to do fluid collection, prostate exam, and send you on your way, OK?"
It was with military precision that Jeremiah took a bottle and held it to the opening of the tiger's sheath. "Pee before you can't." Val looked on with a clinical interest. The inside of Kurtis' ears were as flush as they've ever been. It was all happening so fast, and the process was kind of turning him on, truth be told. Luckily, Val pressed down on his abdomen lightly, making the tiger yip softly. A stream of light yellow splashed into the husky's clear container. It was at that moment that the feline realized that he could bear down as much as he wanted... his insides were squeaky clean. He had apparently already been given an enema or two while he was out.
"Gooooood boy." crooned the vixen, as the husky capped the bottle and labeled it. "Almost done. You're one of those boys who gets all hard when they're embarrassed, are ya? Well that's good, because you can probably guess the last fluid we needed you awake in order to collect." At those words, the vixen laughed lightly, Jerry chuckled deeply, and Kurtis squirmed almost guiltily. A half inch of pink was already poking from his sheath, and watching both of the nurses glove up and pour lube on their digits was certainly not helping matters.
Jerry and Val were clinical, but they certainly looked like they enjoyed their work. Wordlessly, the dog stood between his legs and prodded the tiger's exposed hole with a slick digit. It was Val who said, "Bear down, he's checking your prostate." She slid a plain looking and smelling condom onto him, after rolling back that white tiger sheath, and started masturbating the cat at a medium pace.
Kurtis gasped and whimpered, managing to firm up his gut and push until Jeremiah's finger slid into his pucker. The dog had a look of concentration as he felt for his patient's prostate. His restraints gave him a little play, and the cat couldn't help but writhe into the grip of the vixen who was milking him. It was only a few seconds later when the canine spoke up, "He's fine."
Just as the cat felt the canine's finger slipping free of his sphincter, Val chimed in. "He's really liking that, Jerry. Do that thing you do, he should produce real quickly that way." Kurtis panted lightly, throbbing in the vixen's grip. He dare not say a word.
Jerry shrugged. "OK." he said, and positioned his gloved hand right in front of his own crotch, slicked up middle finger extended. That slightly thicker digit worked its way back into the tiger's warm, tight hole. Then the canine started thrusting his hips, forcing the finger in and out of the prisoner's tailhole.
The visual was just as arousing to the captive tiger as the finger fucking was. To the tiger, it looked like this dominant male was having his way with his helpless body, a dream of his that was so rarely acted out. Val smiled a little, and matched Jerry's pace with her talented paw, slowly coaxing Kurtis to the edge.
The embarrassed, stressed out feline had no chance at all. He tumbled over the edge with a soft, breathy cry. Val continued to stroke, and Jerry kept the tiger deeply plugged. Both nurses felt their patient throb and saw him fill up their sample vessel. When the heavy throbbing stopped, Jerry smoothly withdrew his middle finger from Kurtis' clutching tailstar, and Val milked Kurtis from root to tip, deftly slipping the condom from his spent member, tying it off, and putting it in a clear plastic collection box. "Done! We'll have the guards take you to the private shower, and they'll fill you in on procedure. Thank you, mister Granger. We'll file your samples ASAP. Training classes start tomorrow, so get a full night's rest."
The guards came in, undid the Velcro restraints, and helped the tiger stagger up the hall to the showers. It had all happened so quickly, so matter-of-factly. If this was a glimpse of his life to come, Kurtis had a whole hell of a lot of adjusting to do.