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Sunken into the mountain was the dungeon. The easternmost cell blocks offered a tantalizing glimpse of the town below. This damp and moldy hole had once been a dreaded torture chamber for political dissidents, but in more modern and ostensibly civilized times it was a prison for beasts of altered shape accused of any number of infractions. Blackbird's case of alleged rape was just one of a startling number.

The guards marched Blackbird and the rest of the tavern's jaded resident beasts through musty halls lit with flickering and crackling torches. Against the stone floor, their paw pads made the smallest of whispers, lost under the stern clomping of the humans' boots and jostling armor.

Each beast was broken off from the line for processing. Blackbird was second to last and his detour led him into a dead end chamber. The guard tailing him nudged him to the center of the windowless, nearly pitch-black cell and he shut the heavy steel door as he exited.

Then in utter darkness, Blackbird realized that his lupine eyes could pick out shapes in the darkness. He could see more easily than he had as a human. What this amounted to was nothing more than a good look at the muscular guard, however, whom soon lit a torch on the wall with a pair of flint rocks.

A pregnant silence came to pass and Blackbird's lip quivered with desire to speak. He stared at the human's stony face and wondered what wicked intent lie behind his eyes.

"Your crime," the human said slowly and deliberately, "is the rape of the tavern owner's daughter, so I'm told."

"I did no such thing," Blackbird moaned, spurred to words by the accusation. "She forced herself upon me! I couldn't resist her!"

"You couldn't help but rape her?" the guard asked. His face twisted into a knowing smirk as Blackbird stammered, huffed and tugged at the shackles which bound his wrists. "Just when I think I've met the most crude of all you beasts, one more bold joins me in these stone walls. I'll teach a lesson to you, boy," said the guard with no irony - his age couldn't have been much different than Blackbird's.

The guard menaced his prisoner back against the wall. Though Blackbird occupied the body of a lean, proud wolf, he felt only despondency as the guard's calloused hands molested him. There was no other word for it. Up beneath his robe went those hands to cup his balls and rub his thighs. It was obvious to Blackbird that the human was getting off on this touch.

"Please, no," Blackbird pathetically bleated as he pressed taut to the wall. Maybe in response to his soft-spoken defiance, the human reached below Blackbird's balls and his rough fingertips found the wolf's previously-untouched anus. Blackbird grimaced and hissed. The human chuckled and thrust a dry finger inside.

"Cruel mimicry of the girl whose innocence you stole away, is that it?" the guard growled, his roughly-shaven face frotting Blackbird's muzzle. In went his finger to the knuckle, wrenching a yowl from the wolf. "Learn your place, beast," he said lowly. "I can think of no worse a fate than to submit to an ugly animal like yourself. To have that," a huff, "unnaturally-shaped flesh within one's body..."

Maybe Blackbird would realize the hypocrisy later. All he could think of in the moment was pain. His anal walls clenched uncomfortably around the guard's finger and Blackbird whined to him, "Please, stop this."

A huff from the guard as a self-conscious grin flitted across his face. Without a moment's hesitation or a word spoken the guard plucked his finger out of Blackbird's rear to which the wolf yelped. Next he wheeled the imprisoned thing around and pushed him to the wall in a rough shove. Blackbird thought he would be raped against the cold brick. When the guard pulled him back and dropped him down to the floor, the wolf knew his notions were right - just not quite how he imagined this playing out.

The guard yanked up Blackbird's weathered robe and bared his taut and furry ass. He gripped the cheeks with his meaty fingers while his cock struggled in his trousers. "Hmph, the nerve of you cold-hearted beasts to defile our women."

In silence sans Blackbird's shivering - for the floor was cold even through a coat of fur - the guard unlaced his fly and bared his uncut shaft. It was unwashed, greasy, smelling of sweat and body odor like the rest of him. Scent aside, it was thick if not terribly long and already hard at the notion of raping a slave. Again he gripped Blackbird's ass cheeks and this time he parted them to bare the snug pucker between. He noisily hawked and spat a wad of saliva onto the ring, leaving Blackbird grimacing in indignity.

Still keeping his words to himself, the guard gripped his shaft and pressed its flushed purple tip to Blackbird's tail hole. As he entered, Blackbird clenched his eyes shut. Tears escaped where the lids met and a soft whine rose up from his throat. Never once did Blackbird think he might like to lose his anal virginity, but if he had, it wouldn't have been like this.

The hypocrisy wasn't lost on the guard but the pleasure was too much to bear. He leaned low over Blackbird as he sank his cock in relatively dry. The saliva did next to nothing, but the human's frequent trickle of pre helped in some small way. With his lips near one of Blackbird's splayed ears, he groaned, "It's bestiality, it's a sickening sin, but we're all guilty of something. You know your crime and I know mine."

"I committed no crimes," Blackbird balefully insisted. His voice broke nearly in two with a sob.

"Doesn't matter if you did or didn't, seems the tavern girl is raped quite often," the guard said with a toothy grin. His hips settled against Blackbird's rear and his sagging balls against the wolf's. "By the time you're free, you'll have forgotten what you were even accused of."

Blackbird tried to choke back his next sob but he failed. Of all the things the guard could have done given his obvious proclivities, he licked Blackbird's ear and then tugged it with his teeth. As sickened as the wolf was, even piggish affection from his rapist was better than none at all. Blackbird took it with a disturbed shudder.

The wolf thought his anal walls were stretched tight like canvas around the human's small penis, for in his mind, the guard was hung like a stallion for as painful as the penetration was. His tears soaked uselessly into the cold floor.

As he nibbled and tugged upon Blackbird's ear, the guard also began fucking the wolf with short strokes. From his lips came dirty moans and into Blackbird's ass shot his slippery pre. "The other inmates will like you," he hissed through his teeth. "They've been asking for a girl. You'll have to do..."

"If there's any gods anywhere listening to me, please save me," Blackbird piteously whined. For the human he whimpered, "Please, please stop this and I swear I'll never tell the other guards, I swear it...!"

Blackbird's human tormentor bucked in especially hard to nail home his cock and his dominance. The wolf yowled and clenched in a way the guard agreed with. "The other guards are taking turns watching through the port in the door," he said in a deadly tone. He snarled to the wolf, "None of us take kindly to bribes, beast! What could you possibly offer that I can't simply take?" The question hang low like a ripe fruit just out of Blackbird's reach. The wolf stammered for an answer, gasping and whining with each buck. "Exactly as I thought," the guard snapped. "You are nothing in here, beast."

"Please," Blackbird groaned, yet he pressed his face into the stone in resignation. The plea fell on deaf ears and from the guard came a shuddering grunt. For his short, fast bucks, it seemed as though the human were about to cum, but soon he resumed his longer and more indulgent grinds. Blackbird closed his eyes tightly and tried to avoid thinking too strongly of his immediate future.

"Part of how I see it," the guard grunted, "is that I'm doing you a favor." Before Blackbird could even ask, the human said, "This is just a taste of what the inmates are going to do with you. A young piece of meat like you? You'll be popular."

The wolf could do nothing but sob openly then. "I'm telling you the truth, I didn't rape that girl!"

But the guard didn't care. All he wanted was his release and he worked at it with the aid of Blackbird's raw asshole. It was nothing but pleasure for the human, yet all Blackbird could feel was the most terrible burn coupled with an itchy discomfort. His toes were curling in no positive way and the swell of his sheath was just a matter of course as the guard's cock battered his prostate.

"I'll do anything, anything you demand, just don't leave me to die in here," Blackbird moaned.

"You bring up your obedience as if you have a say in it," the human sneered. He pressed his face into Blackbird's neck and huffed through the fur to the flesh. "Ah... So close now," he sighed. It was a gentle tone coming in sharp contrast to the gruffness but it offered the wolf no comfort. It only reaffirmed what a bottom bitch Blackbird was to be.

Through another barrage of ruthless bucks, Blackbird clenched his teeth and squinted his crying eyes. Finally the guard brayed in pleasure and buried his cock to the hilt. He shot his sticky wad deep into the wolf's body for a sensation Blackbird found utterly revolting. That he might have to take more such abuse from the other inmates was a very real fear in his mind.

Without a word wasted, the human pulled out of Blackbird and the exit made the wolf yelp. "On your feet," the guard snapped as he laced up his fly. Blackbird stood and attempted to right his robe but the guard took hold of the clothing and carved a jagged wound into the breast with his hip dagger. From there he split it apart with his bare hands and with the dramatic rip, so did Blackbird feel his dignity tearing in two.

There stood the wolf nude and puffy-eyed like a pup. Semen from the guard ran down his thigh. "What's to come of me now?"

No words from the guard. He opened the door and thrust Blackbird into the grip of more guards still. They walked him down the hall just as another creature presumably of altered form was guided to the small holding cell. He looked to be a rodent, and he glared holes into Blackbird quite knowingly.

Blackbird saw the main hall. He could hear the chatter of the inmates but it was muffled to demonic pulses of sound by echoes across the jutting bricks of the dungeon. When he was led in the opposite direction, Blackbird felt his heart rise, but it fell as soon as he smelled blood. It was old and crusty, but still blood nevertheless. The stench emanated from cells to the left and right, each like the one he had just been deflowered in. From inside of some of these came terrifying sounds of abuse.

"What's going on? What now?" Blackbird quivered. The guards were not moved to answer him.

The humans dragged Blackbird into one of the cells. It was well-lit both by torches and a barred window allowing the glow of the moon inside. Blackbird longed to stare at that - anything was better than the rack in the middle of the room, but his attempted ignorance made no difference: The guards ushered him up to the X-shaped vertical rack and lashed his wrists and ankles to it with chains provided. Blackbird faced the bondage device, and his back was vulnerable.

A dignified voice like that of a priest startled an already-shaken Blackbird. "Your crime is the rape and defilement of a young woman, beast! In more barbaric times the punishment would be death! I've seen your kind beheaded for this. But..." A sound like a sheet unfurling. Perhaps a bag opening. It was a whip rolling open and tapping the floor, in fact. "We are civilized and believe your kind can be rehabilitated," he spat.

As suddenly as a clap of thunder, the richly-voiced human swung with the whip and crashed it broadside into Blackbird's back. The wolf let loose with a howl of pain, a far cry indeed from the true, proud howls he was capable of. The attack opened no wounds but it left a reddened stripe beneath the fur. The guards were unfazed.

Even as Blackbird panted and cried, the human snapped the whip across him again. This strike slashed Blackbird across the buttocks and left a wicked sting that would not soon abate. "The punishment is twenty lashes," the human growled, and he took three more off of the sentence in rapid succession. Each earned diminishing returns from Blackbird whose hide was more tender than ever but whose resolve was growing defiant.

The human cared not. He whipped Blackbird into a bruised stupor. One lash after another crashed across the shoulder blades and the small of his back; his flanks and his ass cheeks again; and his thighs and lower still. Blackbird was a dizzying crisscross of red stripes beneath his fur by the time the human was through. The wolf sobbed pitifully.

"And your prison sentence," the human huffed as he coiled the whip up and the guards unchained him, "is to be determined."

The guards took the wolf off again, showing no consideration for his tanned, inflexible flesh as they made him walk.

Per some draconian regulation, Blackbird was provided a ratty tunic reeking of and stained with the fluids of so many inmates before him. He preferred nudity to the smelly item but he knew it would be unwise to greet his fellow inmates nude.

At last the guards took Blackbird into the main row of cells where the chatter became clearer. On opposite sides of the wide path ran equally wide pens hemmed in with iron bars. There were no individual cells between them and all of the inmates in either given side were free to mingle. Blackbird saw them in the unreliable torchlight huddling for warmth, playing games with incomplete decks of cards and fucking shamelessly. Some of what he saw was clearly not consensual.

Like Blackbird himself, all of the inmates were beasts on two legs. Some eyed him as he walked along with his human escorts. One creature, a hyena, followed the group along the bars with a wide, wicked grin until one a guard jabbed at his flank with the butt of a spear. The hyena relented and sat back against the far wall but he never stopped grinning.

With a rusted skeleton key, the guard in the lead opened the door while the others kept a vigilant watch on the populace. Nobody moved but everybody watched the fresh meat as it was ushered in. Blackbird saw stallions, bulls and bears as the most intimidating of them all. The smaller creatures looked no less grizzled or hungry for his freshly-deflowered anus.

Blackbird snapped his eyes on the guards as they closed the cell door. "I did nothing," he said urgently. "Please. Please don't let this injustice stand!"

"Silence, fleabag!" the lead guard snapped. He lashed through the bars with a closed fist and Blackbird jumped back. The blow just missed the wolf's snout.

"Go and meet your new lovers," one guard sniggered as the lot of them walked away.

Another guard clattered his sword along the bars. "Fresh meat! Fresh meat! Hot new holes!"

Blackbird's blood ran cold as ice as the inmates closed in and dragged him to the lived-in far end.