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10.

Dimitri nudged the lump on the floor.

"Did you kill him?" I asked.

"He's not dead, yet."

My mind spun, trying to make sense of what was going on. There was another fox in the cell. I gasped, realizing he'd been here for some time, hours even. Dimitri had to have snuck him in while I was on the Yard. I began imagining how this all went down, the possum was probably the fox's cellmate. I could imagine a few pillows stuff under a blanket would be convincing enough to fool the halfass security during the headcounts. The guards rarely did more than glance, and never seemed to care what they saw.

It dawned on me, the only other fox in this cellblock was Jake. He wasn't moving. What the fuck would it look like, to be locked in with a dead body, how would the court see this? I was already considered a murderer, this would get me a life sentence. I dropped to the floor, shaking Jake.

It never really got quiet in here, but I still whispered frantically, afraid every ear would hear me. "Wake up! Oh fuck, don't be dead!" I looked up, Dimitri's face was bathed in the cool blue of the television. "Why?" I asked. I tried to encompass all my questions into that one inadequate word.

"To get back at Piter," he said as if the answer was self evident.

I felt Jake move. Thank God, because I had now idea how to find a pulse. "Jake!" I shook him again.

"Told you he wasn't dead. You met him?" Dimitri asked, still being rather casual about the multiple felonies in progress.

"I," I thought back over our brief interactions. I overheard his name, he stuck his tongue up my ass, and that was the extent of things. "We haven't been formally introduced." I looked down at Jake, his eyes wild with fright. "Dimi- sir, Jake wasn't one of the ones who, who," I couldn't say it.

Dimitri sighed, crouching over Jake to look me in the eyes. "He's part of Piter's gang. They attacked my fox, we're returning the favor." He took hold of Jake's shirt, pulling him so close, they could've kissed. "You know what will happen if you resist," the tiger hissed at him.

Jake mewled and nodded his head, earning wad of tiger spit. I felt sick.

Dimitri started ripping off the bonds, not bothering to untie them, all the while growling a primal backbeat of hate and lust. I really thought I was going to throw up. "Sir?"

Every shove, smack and poke drew a pathetic yip from the scared and hurt fox. None of this was right. I wanted to scream. Dimitri had Jake prodded into a kneeling pose, his head on the ground, and ready to accept whatever punishment was coming to his upturned ass.

"Here," Dimitri commanded with a yank of my arm. I was pulled behind Jake, he still had his mouth tied shut.

"Sir," I whined again.

"Take him first. I don't think you'll have a chance when Im through with him."

"Please," I was being ignored. My own clothes were quick to join Jake's as the mountain of angry tiger muscle manually striped me. I was shoved against Jake.

Dimitri all but roared, "take the bitch! Now!"

Oh, God. "Please. H-h-he was forced as much as I was! This has nothing to do with Jake," he was being used as a fucking chair when we first met, I wanted to scream.

Dimitri wrapped his hand around my throat, his movements too fast for me to even flinch. "The Pack raped my pet!" His fingers tightened, making breathing hard. "This dogshit is part of the Pack." His fingers tightened further, I let out a choking sputter and tried futilely to pull the tiger's paw from my throat. "Either you take part in getting your revenge, or you join him."

My case appeal was as good as dead once this incident was found out, and the memory of what Dimitri could do if he got angry with me pretty much sealed my fate. "-kkg," was the sound I managed to sneak past the tiger's iron grip. He let go and I rubbed my throat, imagining cartoonish impressions left from his hands.

Jake had been staring over his shoulder, as far as he could get his neck to turn.We were both kneeling on the floor, not good enough in the eyes of Dimitri to use a bunk. That look of fear. I knew that look of desperation, of mind shattering terror. I've seen it in my own reflection! Please, God, don't make me do this, I begged to the universe in my abstract, agnostic way.

Dimitri moved to the bunk, sitting so close my side touched his shins. "This is a treat, pet. I want you to enjoy it," he wiped away a tear from under my eye.

Thanks, Dimitri and thanks, universe, I thought bitterly. When Jake was made to prep my hole, he was so gentle. The only one in Cellblock-H that might have it worse than me, and Dimitri wanted me to, to- It wouldn't matter. Dimitri was stronger than me, he would make me do it, whether willing or not. But maybe I could try to ease Jake's suffering as much as I could.

I looked at the face, twisted in fear, craning to look at me. The gag in his mouth was tied tight, I could imagine it hurting. I looked to Dimitri. "Sir, could you please take off his gag?"

Dimitri smirked and bent over towards Jake. "If you get too loud, I won't put it back on, but I will rip out your tongue." Jake's eyes grew wide. "Understand?" The fox nodded as well as he could in his position, and Dimitri roughly tore off the length of shredded sheet. Jake swallowed and stretched his jaws, but remained silent.

I wanted to tell the fox that it would be ok, that I'd do everything I could to make sure Dimitri didn't kill him. I wanted too, but the eager look in Dimitri's eyes told me I needed to get on with the deed. I drew on my own experiences for what to do next. I stoked his side, trying to emulate the calming, tender touch he used on me. "S-spread your legs a little," I asked Jake.

He was cooperative, in spite of his fear. How many times had this happened to him before? Was this my fate for the next decade too?

I moved so I was kneeling between Jake's legs, his ass fully exposed aside from the swishing tail, flicking nervously. I took hold of it and gently moved it away from the valley of those two fuzzy globes. Dimitri was watching with barely contained lust. With him looking, and the thoroughly unerotic nature of what Jake and I were being forced to do, I just couldn't bring myself to use my tongue like the other fox had. Instead I put my fingers in my mouth, wetting them, then poking at Jake's tailhole. He was much looser than me, and soon I had three fingers in, not entirely sure what to do next.

Dimitri commanded, "fuck the bitch. This is your chance at revenge."

"But he didn't do anything! Can't we just threaten him and-" I was learning when to shut up, and stopped myself before going too far. "Sorry, sir. You know best."

My mind let loose a torrent of curses and acts of violence I'd have loved to inflict on that sadistic tiger, but my eyes were glued to Jake's ass, as my hands worked furiously to trick my cock into an erection. It was a nice ass, don't get me wrong, soft and curvy. This would be the first time I would be the fur pitching when it came to anal, I realized. And I could do a lot worse than Jake, for my first. I ran my fingers over the twin lumps. Jake responded with a soft moan and he rocked back into my touch.

It was a show. I could see it. There was no way he was enjoying this any more than I was, but we foxes shared a survival instinct that made me wonder why more of us weren't in the movies. This sort of performance would be award winning under different circumstances.

I was as hard as I was going to get, and pressed my cock to the loosened entrance. Jake could feel my hesitance, to save his own hide as much as mine, he pushed back on me.

So warm, I thought. The radiant heat of his backside, impaling itself closer to my hips. The surprising furnace of his hot and inviting insides closed around my cock like a sheath, urging me deeper. I pumped slowly and awkwardly, Jake did most of the work, knowing when to meet my ill timed attempts at a rhythm. The sensation was overpowering my sense of moral repulsion.

"I'm going to cum," I panted, apologetically, to the red furred fox.

Jake spoke for the first time I could remember, "It's ok. I can't get pregnant."

I laughed, taken so off guard that Jake could still have a sense of humour. The distraction broke my last bit of control. I shot into him, feeling him clench, holding me. His ecstatic noises may have been theatrics, but mine were genuine.

Jake collapsed forward. He was supporting me, so I just followed, draped over him, like a furry blanket, my cock still inside him. I wanted to sleep just like we were, his soft warmth under me, my arms folded across his shoulders for a pillow.

A slow clapping. Damn it, Dimitri was still there. "Good boy. Now rest for a few minutes while I take a turn."

I looked up at the tiger. Couldn't we call it a night? He had to see we were both spent. The tiger already had his pants opened and he was glistening with precum. I shuddered looking at his massive tool. I could barely fit it in my mouth, how was Jake supposed to take that up his ass?

I rolled off of Jake and watched as Dimitri picked him up and flung him onto the bunk. He then turned the fox on his back, giving him a good view of what would be inflicting the pain. No matter how loose, or how much stretching, there were laws of physics that Dimitri was content to ignore as he took hold of Jake's legs, dragging him up to meet the his rod.

For the first time, Jake began to struggle. "It's too big! Please, it won't fit," he thrashed violently, staring up at Dimitri's sadistic face.

I stood in mute awe after finding the energy to get off the floor. Dimitri's mushroom shaped head began parting Jake's hole, bringing forth an agonizing moan. The acting was over, Jake was in real pain as Dimitri pushed deeper than the poor fox was used to. I pressed my palms to my ears, squeezing to shut out the sounds of torture as Dimitri started pulling out, just to slam back in before leaving the warm embrace.

Jake's desperate sounds would anger Dimitri, maybe even get the attention of a guard if they were to make a walkthrough. I scrambled over to my stuff and took out my orientation book. I rolled it up, "bite on this," I told Jake.

His teeth clamped down on it, missing my hand by a hairsbreadth. I jumped back from the bunk.

"Good thinking, boy," Dimitri grunted at me. I quietly collected my clothes, wanting to be ready at a moment's notice to get dressed. The way things looked, if we were caught now, my hopes for even the slim hope of an appeal were over.

I paced to the back of the cell, silently urging Dimitri to hurry. His damn labido could be insatiable. I don't know how long I stood in the shadows, hiding my face from the scene I could do nothing to stop, when finally Dimitri called to me.

"Pet, get your ass over here."

I looked at Jake, his body was half off the bunk in a pose that made my spine hurt just looking at it. My stomach churned at the mess Dimitri had made of him.

"I need a few minutes," Dimitri said. He kicked Jake in his side. The fox didn't even have the strength to cry out. He just slid off Dimitri's bunk, twitching. "You can have another go," he offered as he picked up Jake's shirt, using it as a rag to wipe the cum and blood from his cock, before dropping it and getting a drink from the sink.

While the tiger's back was turned, I knelt next to Jake. "What's gonna happen tomorrow, when they see this?" I asked Dimitri.

"Piter will learn to keep his paws off my property," he said between mouthfuls of water.

"I mean, the guards, sir. Won't we get in trouble for this?"

The tiger made a rude noise. "Those fucks won't do anything. If the bitch is alive in the morning, I'll shove him back in his cell on the way to breakfast. The guards won't even notice."

"And if he dies?" I asked, franticly trying to get him to see how insane this all way.

Dimitri turned around. "Are you questioning me, pet?"

"No, sir! I'm sorry, just scared," which was the truth.

He stalked over to me. "One more question, and you can join him. Your job is to be a good pet, not to think. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded.

"Now if you're not gonna take a turn, get out of my way."

I gladly got out of Dimitri's way. What he did to Jake that night, would forever be burned in my memory. Sex and violence intermingled as the tiger beat the fox into a quivering fuckdoll. I felt an irrational guilt at being so helpless, despite having so little control over anything that was happening. Sometime that night, or probably the next morning before the sun was up, Dimitri finished with him, leaving me to tidy up as best I could.

Jake was in and out of consciousness, doubling my guilt everytime he came around and recoiled in dread at the sight of me while I tried to get his stained clothes back on. When I finally managed that, Dimitri took a few of the shredded bonds and retied his hands and mouth. Without another thought, Dimitri was able to get some sleep, leaving me in the dark cell listening to Dimitri's snoring and Jakes labored breathing.

The amount of DNA covering the three of us and the cell gave me the impression my fate was already sealed. There was no covering this up from any halfway serious investigation. I fell asleep wondering if I could convince anyone I was forced to go along with Dimitri, or if pleading insanity would be more believable.

***

I awoke from another half remembered nightmare, into a fully remembered waking nightmare. The klaxon had just sounded but Dimitri was already up, pulling a blanket halfway off his bunk, hiding Jake until after the headcount.

"Is he..." I asked.

"He's alive," Dimitri said before stepping back and admiring his improvised camouflage.

I was relieved, even if it meant I'd be in an even deeper pile of shit once the fox was able to speak and tell what really happened to him.

Dimitri was right about no one caring enough to notice Jake's missing. I really wanted to know if he bribed the guard doing the count, or if it was as simple as Jake's cellmate stuffing a few pillows under a blanket. I would have asked, but seeing Dimitri drag the limp fox and hold him up with one arm made me think, fuck it, this'll all come out in the inevitable trial.

I did what I could to push the events of last night out of my mind. After lunch I'd need to deal with Piter again. I enjoyed my breakfast burrito like it was my last meal, I wrote a note on the back of one of my legal papers saying that if I die, I want the candy bar I had to go to Hash, I even checked in on Jake when I walked by his cell. Jake was alive from what I could see, but he didn't leave his bunk by the time lunch was called. His cellmate seemed like a nice fur, I was fairly confident he'd sneak some food back to the fox. At least, that's what I hoped would happen.

I followed Dimitri out to the Yard, looking over my shoulder the whole time to see if Piter was following me. The weather was the nicest it had been since I'd arrived. Chilly enough for the coat, but there was none of the biting wind that made the Yard feel like some desolate tundra. I looked over my shoulder again and stopped just in time to avoid walking into Dimitri. He'd stopped and was looking at three canines that were obviously waiting for me.

The stand off ended when Dimitri turned and asked if I was going to introduce my friends. It was the first time he'd shown any interest in my life outside the cell.

"This is Vince, he... employs me," I said hesitantly, wondering if there was a better way of phrasing that.

I turned to Vince, he was doing a good job of not looking intimidated by the hulking tiger, but as a fellow canine, I pick up the subtle cues that indicated he wasn't stupid enough to think about starting a fight. "This is Dimitri, he... let's me live in his cell," again, I wondered if there was a better way of putting it.

The two eyed each other before Dimitri spoke. "You're not doing so good of a job looking after my pet."

I felt my face warm in embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm handling it right now," Vince said. "It's not like I'm in the same cellblock as him."

"If he's going to be working for you, you're going to have to start keeping me in the loop. I don't want to have to keep getting involved after the fact."

"Involved," Vince scoffed, "the way he tells it, you're the one he should be most afraid of."

Dimitri looked at me. Goddamn, I wish Vince would keep his mouth shut! "I'm not the one pimping him out to every motherfucker locked in here."

Vince was getting angry. "That is about making the best of a bad situation. Everyone knows the Pack has membership dues. What I offer my workers is the safest path. I'm not asking them to smuggle drugs, carry out hits, or any of that shit! And when I hear about someone fucking with one of mine, I handle it. Like I'm about to handle Piter, and like I'll handle you if-"

"If what?" Dimitri roared. That stupid wolf was getting in way over his head. This could end ba- Dimitri's hand clamped around my throat, just loose enough to let me breath, but there was no getting away. "If I start squeezing the life out of this bitch, are you gonna handle me?" He tightened just enough to make me yelp.

I saw Vince look the tiger up and down once more, confirming the size difference. He pulled a shank from his pocket, disregarding common sense. As he started for Dimitri I closed my eyes. There was a sound like an oof, and a body hitting the ground. Suddenly I was free.

Dimitri had that damn annoying smirk of his, plastered across his face. He started laughing, and stuck his hand out to Vince, who was holding his stomach, trying to push himself off the ground.

"Gimmie your hand," Dimitri said to the reluctant Vince. "I just had to see if you'd really take care of my pet." He laughed and pulled Vince to his feet. He looked at me, "your friends are ok. Not very smart, but ok. And put that razor away, you want a guard to see that?"

I looked behind me, Hash had a blade out, he gave me a doubtful look, but complied after I gave him a thumbs up.

The only one not looking confused was Dimitri. Vince summed up our collective fillings quite well after he got his breath back when he asked the tiger, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Had to get a read on you," Dimitri said, again offering his hand.

Vince shook it. He turned to Greg, "nice help, asshole."

The bigger wolf shrugged. "I was gonna jump in."

"What are you planning to do about Piter," Dimitri asked, getting down to business.

As he listened to Vince's explanation about taking it to the Alphas for mediation, Hash tapped me on the shoulder, drawing me back for our own chat.

"He's a lot bigger up close," the wide eyed coyote commented. "What did he end up doing yesterday?"

I told him about Jake, hoping confessing to someone would alleviate the guilt I felt at not stopping it. Hash told me it wasn't my fault, but I didn't get that sense of relief I was looking for. Maybe if we'd had more time, I could have found comfort, but things were interrupted by the arrival of Piter.

"Shit! It's fucking cold out here." His voice triggered a stab of pure terror running up my spine, bristling my fur.

Hash stepped in front of me, acting as a shield. Piter brought most of his pack with him, outnumbering the five of us.

"We couldn't have done this when it's warm out?" he asked casually before lamenting, "I can't believe you ran to the Alphas about this."

Vince and Greg began their own shows of bravado.

I felt like steel bands were clamped around my chest keeping me from getting a full breath, a hollow ringing began drowning out Vince and Piter's traded barbs. A hand on my shoulder jolted me.

"C'mon," said Dimitri. "We don't have to be here for this shit."

Hash looked at Dimitri. "Can we talk, tomorrow? Same place?"

Dimitri looked at the other canines, bickering.

"Please?" Hash added.

"Alright," relented Dimitri, "if you're here when I get out."

"We'll be here," Hash assured him. He waved to me as Dimitri gently pulled me along with him.

***

I snapped out of it some distance down the gravel track. Dimitri still had his hand on my shoulder.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"I'm letting you come with me today."

Granted, I didn't want to be around Piter, but this was my fate they were discussing. "Shouldn't I be there for what they decide?"

Dimitri let go of my shoulder. "You're still shaking. Do you think you could deal with it?"

"I guess not," I conceded. "Thank you, sir."

It was nice of Dimitri to think of my mental health for once, but as we neared the feline territory, I wondered if his rescue was such a good thing after all. The felines congregated around the Yard's exercise equipment in much the same way the canines did around the tables. Concentric rings based on status, with the more respected, or at least the most feared, members at the core. On the outside I might not have even noticed being the only fox in a crowd, but in prison, with it's warped alternate reality, I became very self conscious. The stares from the cats on the fringe morphed to whistles and lewd comments the deeper we got.

Dimitri grabbed me by the loose collar of my jacket, pulling me closer, making it clear who I belonged to. I kept my eyes down and that helped, but I didn't think I would ever get used to the humiliation I was forced to endure on a daily basis.

The gravel track gave way to a broad area of cracked asphalt. I was in the heart of the cats Yard territory. From what I could observe, they weren't as hierarchical as my own species, it looked like the exercise equipment belong to whoever was big enough to take it. While most of the felines were genetically inclined to be bigger than us canines, few flaunted it as much as Dimitri.

He picked a bench with rusted free weights and a barbell. Despite the weather improving, I was still surprised when Dimitri pulled off his coat and shirt before laying back on the weathered surface. I stood next to him, feeling like a third wheel, and resisting the urge to ogle those sculpted muscles wrapped in symmetrically patterned fur. Such lovely colors.

"Did you want me to spot you, sir?" I asked, just to break the silence.

Dimitri laughed at my offer. Probably for the best, I couldn't lift however much was piled on the bar. So I sat down, next to the tiger, replaying the events of a few minutes ago. I thought things went well, considering the risks involved. He even seemed to approve of my friends.

"Sir?"

"What?" Dimitri asked between reps.

"Did you really think they're ok?" He hoisted the bar onto the holder. I turned my head before he could catch me watching him.

"You saw what happened when they thought I was hurting you."

Thought correctly. He didn't realize his own strength sometimes. But he was right. Vince could have just said fuck it, and leave me to whatever he imagined Dimitri would do to me. Surly I didn't make him enough money to risk his ass trying to take on Dimitri. "Yeah. That was pretty cool of Vince."

Dimitri lied back on the bench press. "Don't act too impressed. His plan was to stab me," he said sardonically.

I turned my head to watch him lifting out of the corner of my eye. There was something relaxing about watch his physical exertion, and as I've said, he was aesthetically pleasing, especially the contrast of vibrant orange fur against the prison's palette of industrial sterility and decay.

The weights clanked onto the holder and I averted my gaze again as he sat up. I could feel him watching me, now.

"You don't have to pretend you're not looking at me whenever I turn my head," Dimitri said.

"Sorry, sir. I'll stop," I hoped he would let it go at that.

"It's ok. I don't mind if my pet likes to look at me."

I bit my tongue, not wanting to risk a comment about how demeaning that made it seem. I looked back at him and forced a half smile.

Dimitri considered me for a moment. "I don't want you to fear me either," he said haltingly, searching for the words he was looking for. "You know our arrangement. All you should be afraid of is disappointing me. Do you understand the difference?"

I don't think there was a difference. It wasn't enough I had to act like his pet, now he wanted me to pretend I was happy about it.

He could see my doubt. "I'm saying, that as long as you do what I say, and do your best, I don't want you to think I'll hurt you for no reason."

There was no reasoning with a fur so loosely attached to the real world. "I think I understand, sir."

Dimitri was satisfied by that, and went back to lifting weights. If I could believe him, and I truly wanted to, it would be a relief not to live under the constant threat of Dimitri's ever changing moods.

At least he gave me permission to watch him, and that was a pleasant distraction from the ugliness I'd gotten mired in.

***

Dimitri didn't let me see if I could get a few details of what the Alphas had decided. He said it would wait until tomorrow. And that it wouldn't really matter anyways, because the canines political games had no effect on him, and by extension, seeing as I was his property... Well, it made a perverted sort of sense, but constantly being reminded of it was starting to get depressing.

As we walked through the open iron door to Cellblock-H, I was given a shocking reminder of how none of my problems in here could be outrun, only ignored or delayed.

Jake was seated at one of the tables in the common area, vehemently shaking his head in response to something asked by one of the half dozen or so guards that stood about, along with a fur in a white lab coat.

Even from the back, I recognized the jet black fur of the lupin who was pelting the fox with questions.

Blake.