{"sf1_id":1018840,"sf2_id":null,"title":"90 Nights - Part 1","author":"Xiuh","words":4690,"posted_at":"2016-06-02T07:41:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Biting","Hyena","M/M","Rape","Torture","Violence","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1018840-90-nights-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1018840","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1018840\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A young king, captured and tortured. A servant desperately searching for his lord. Will the young king hold out for his most trusted advisers to find him, or will he succumb to inevitable madness?","content":"Warning:  This story and its sequels may involve some extreme content that some people may find offensive, including but not limited to:-Rape-Forced Sex between an Adult and a Minor-Torture(Sexual and Non-Sexual)-GoreWith that warning out of the way, I hope you all can enjoy the first part of this story. I have high intentions of finishing 90 Nights in 2 Parts, and have already begun work on the second part. Will it be the only story of my young king? Probably not, but we will just have to see about that. Please, read and enjoy!*****Drip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nIt's so cold here. Where am I? Why is the floor so hard and\nthe air so stale. It was as if fresh air had not been allowed into this room in\ncenturies. Centuries.... Yes. That's how long it feels as I if I have been\ntrapped in here.\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nThat dripping... so endless. It was the most torturous part of\nbeing trapped here. The cold... the cold is just a feeling, ignored if given\nenough time to get used to it. The stale air... also easy to ignore, though a\nsteady desire for fresh air does tend to build after a while. But that\ndripping... that dripping was uncontrollable, echoing so as to sound as if it\nwere dripping directly into my ear, it's insistent noise invading even the\ndeepest of my sleeps.\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nThere was one good thing which I could say about that\ndripping... with each drop that hit the floor, my hatred grew stronger. Not just\nfor the one who put me in this situation, but for those who were failing to get\nme out. I stood. It was a cramped cell, giving me barely enough room to stand,\nbut stand I did, and I turned. In the faint light I could see the only odd\nfeature of the cell, a mirror nailed to the wall firmly, so as to prevent\nremoval. In it, I could see myself. When I had first been thrown here, I was soft,\nmalleable. Their torture made me cry, their anger gave me fear. But now.... Now\nwhen I looked in the mirror, the boy who stood there was different. My violet\neyes glinted maliciously in the light from beneath the cell door... and once\nagain, I scraped my knuckles roughly against the wall to draw fresh blood,\ncalmly making another tally at the top of the mirror. \nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip. \nThough the blood on the mirror was drawn by my own hand, I\ncounted each tally the same as I would a session of torture, as if each mark\nwas made from blood drawn by the whip they had so often used on me in the\nbeginning. As I finished this newest mark, I sighed. For all my hatred, it was\nnot yet strong enough to attract that which I desired. Crushing the steadily\ngrowing feeling of dread, I turned and laid on the cold stone floor, eyes\nclosing as tight as they would go. On night sixty, I fell asleep with blood\ndripping from my hand and hatred burning in my heart. \nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nIt doesn't matter how long it will take. I will escape this\nplace. No matter what.\n**\n\"What do you mean you still have no idea where he is being\nheld?\" \nThe words were shouted so loudly that those around the table\njumped, their eyes widening collectively and at least two clenching the table\nhard enough to scratch the hard lacquer that coated the fine mahogany table.\nThe wolf who shouted them stood at the head of the table, his fists clenched so  that the whites of his knuckles showed\nbeneath the pitch black fur that covered his body, graying in few spots. \n\"It has been two months!\" he said, his anger quite\nprofound. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply, clenching his eyes shut for a\nmoment, attempting to collect himself before he turned slowly to the fireplace\nthat stood behind him, the merrily crackling fire only seeming to anger him\nfurther. The room was surprisingly stark, the furniture simple yet made finely\nand of the highest quality material, the only true decoration besides the table\nand chairs a large tapestry depicting the Battle of the Far Plains, one of the\nkey battles of the Kingdom of Markoenen's conquest of the eastern societies. \n\"We have been actively searching all of the cities where his\nrivals are most outspoken, Sebastian,\" a lazy looking fox said from where he\nwas lounging at the opposite end of the table, \"My eyes and ears have been\ninvestigating thoroughly into each of his most prestigious rivals, inside and\noutside of the kingdom.\" He said. \nEveryone jumped again as Sebastian's paw slammed into the\ntable, a loud cracking heard as the table leg gave way beneath the force of his\nanger, causing most of the maps that littered the table to slide to the floor\nas Sebastian stared down the length of the table, his eyes glinting with his\nanger. \"If I were worried about his prestigious rivals,\" Sebastian said, \"I\nwould simply gather them and execute them. We would have found him already if\nit were a prestigious rival.\"\nThe fox smiled a bit, baring his teeth with a crooked twist\nto his lips as he leaned forward, placing his paws on the sloped table and\nholding his fingers together steepled in front of him, \"Then how are we to hunt\nfor him, exactly? I am all for putting all of our resources to finding him, but\nfirst we must have an idea of where to look...\" he said, almost casually. \"Unless\nyou are withholding any information from us, we are doing all we can.\" The\nfox's eyes glinted in the light as he lowered his chin to look at the wolf\nthrough his eyelids, almost lazy if not for the predatory expression that had\ntaken over his face. \n\"I have withheld nothing,\" Sebastian growled, \"I will do\nanything to get my King back. Anything.\" He turned again, once more staring\ninto the flames. \"Search the villages along the eastern border, they are still\ngreatly angered over the tariffs which we have placed to discourage trade\nbetween them and the west. Also... search the mountains of the Southern Reach\nagain. I still feel as if we are missing something from those fortresses.\"\nThere were echoes of \"Yes, my Lord.\" From the furs\nsurrounding the table as they stood, saluting before promptly exiting, most\nwith haste though a few, like the fox, left in a casual, almost lazy stroll.\nThose were the ones Sebastian was most nervous about. He turned and looked at\nthe table, sighing and raising a paw to cover his eyes for a moment before he\nleft the room, looking at the two furs standing guard outside and gesturing\ninto the room, \"Gather some servants and clean up the mess. Replace the table\nwith one not so fine, I'm not made of money.\" He barked, the fox and lion\nsaluting promptly and running off to see them completed. \nSebastian watched for a moment more before turning and\nbeginning to stalk through the corridors, his tail lashing behind him in his\nagitation. Without his king there was not much which he could do. He had never\nhad the mind for political matters, as such the young king's advisors had taken\nover the politics of the kingdom, which left him with the cities defense and\nthe hunt for his king. The cities' defense was taken care of by his underlings,\nand the hunt for his king was going... poorly, at best. \nHe stopped next to a window and stared out over the palace\ngrounds, his eyes moving from one courtyard to the next, admiring the work that\nthe young king and his ancestors had put into making the palace beautiful in\nevery way they could. He stood on the top floor of the palace, so he had an\nexcellent view of not only the entirety of the palace grounds, but much of the\ncity that surrounded it, the palace grounds a tranquil paradise compared to the\nsprawling, bustling city that existed on the other side of the wall. He sighed\nand turned away from the window, once more stalking through the hallways. He\nneeded to be doing something. \nHe walked towards his rooms, planning on turning in early\nfor the night, already making plans in his head to go out with his own hunting\nparty early in the morning. Perhaps out in the field he could find something\nthat he hadn't thought to look for, some hint or clue that only he would\nrecognize. He had to have hope in something, after all, if he couldn't get back\nthe king then he would destroy a reputation that his family had upheld for so\nmany generations before his. \nHe froze outside his rooms, his eyes following a small\nhooded figure that moved quickly through the shadows of the hall towards the\nking's room, located just down the hall from his own. After hearing the click\nof the king's door he moved slowly towards it, opening the door and peaking\ninside, blinking in surprise at what he saw. He stepped in and looked at the\nyoung slave who was sitting on the bed, rubbing the blankets and looking lost\nin his thoughts until he heard the door open, jumping up and staring at\nSebastian with wide eyes, \"My lord! I-I was just...\" he began, the young fox\nstuttering through his words until Sebastian held up his paw.\n\"Enough, Marco.\" He said, his voice gentle as he approached\nhim slowly. \"I know of your relationship with the King, I have no grievance\nwith you sleeping in his bed while he is... away.\" He said that last bitterly and\nthen turned to sit on his king's bed, patting the spot next to him for the fox\nto sit there.\nMarco was the king's favorite slave, really the only true\nslave in the palace, and he had taken to the king rather quickly. In fact, the\nyoung fox could have been no more than twelve years old, and he served the king\nwith every bit of eagerness you would expect in one so young.\nMarco eyed the spot for a moment, still seeming nervous,\nbefore finally sitting on the bed next to him, reaching up to slowly brush one\nof his paws through the bright orange fur that covered his face and presumably\nthe rest of his body. \"Y-you knew, my Lord?\" he said, turning his head away for\na moment before looking up at Sebastian. \"But we took such pains to hide it...\nmaster knew that you disapproved...\" he started to add, but was once more cut\noff.\n\"It is my job to protect the king, young one.\" He murmured\ngently, stroking over the fox's cheek with one knuckle affectionately before\npatting him on the head, \"I often peak in on the king at night. It would not do\nfor me to wake up in the morning to discover he was missing.\" He sighed and\nreached up to rub one paw over his eyes before he looked at Marco, \"No, I can't\nsay I do approve of my lord's relationship with you, but it is not for me to\njudge him for what he wishes to do, only to do my duty and support him.\"\nMarco nodded along with him and then turned his head away,\nlooking at the pillow where his master's head so often used to rest. \"Perhaps I\nshould refrain from sleeping in his bed chamber.\" He said at last. \"When he was\nstill here it was understandable for me to slip in... but with him not here\npeople may start talking.\" He said with a mournful sigh, \"I just miss him so.\"\nThe fox said with a whimper, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. \nSebastian smiled at first as the fox spoke, nodding in\nagreement with what he said, glad that the fox had thought of it before he had\nto mention it directly. However, his smile slipped as the fox nearly began to\ncry, his paw squeezing on his shoulder gently. He thought for a moment of a way\nto cheer the kit up, and an idea came to his head. \"Marco,\" he said, his voice\nfirm. \"Tomorrow morning I will personally be leading a search party to search\nfor the king. I'd like you to join me.\"\nMarco sniffled and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of the plain\nblack robe he wore and looked up at Sebastian, \"What use will I be in a search\nparty, my lord?\" he asked. \"I have no tracking ability, no combat ability, and\nI'm terrible at asking questions.\" \nSebastian squeezed the boy's shoulder once more and said,\n\"What can you do? That's a good question Marco. How much do you love your\nmaster?\" he asked, getting off the bed to kneel on the floor in front of Marco,\nSebastian holding Marco's paws firmly between his own.\nMarco looked into Sebastian's eyes for only a moment before\nturning and looking away before Sebastian grabbed him roughly by the chin,\nforcing the eye contact and raising an eyebrow. \"I love my master more than\nanything, my lord. More than my own life.\" He said finally, giving his tail a\nslow flick.\n\"If that is true,\" Sebastian said, standing up slowly and\nletting go of Marco's paws, \"Then what can you do to help in a search party for\nthe master you claim to love? Unless you don't really love him.\" Sebastian\nsaid, trailing off his sentence with the last word, smiling at the flash of\nanger in the kit's eyes.\n\"I love my master with all my heart!\" Marco shouted,\nstanding up and clasping his paws to his chest as he glared at the much larger\nmale, \"I'll do anything I have to find him! Anything!\" he said, his voice\ncracking in his anger and his face red with his anger. \nSebastian nodded his head in satisfaction, \"Then that is\nwhat I expect you to do!\" he said simply, turning slowly, \"Get some sleep and\nbe prepared to leave. We will be going at the crack of dawn.\" Sebastian said,\nheading off to make plans to insure that everything would be prepared for the\nmorning, his eyes shining with renewed determination as he strode through the\nhalls. He had sat in a state of inaction for far too long. Now was the time for\nhim to hunt.\n**\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nThat never ending, torturous noise. Oh how I loathed it.\nDespite my loathing though, my mind was latching onto it, using it as a\nlifeline. That sound that tortured me so was the best fuel for hatred that I\nhad. It gave me something to distract my mind from the pain of my body, and so,\nmy ears twitched in cadence with that noise, and I let the flames of my hatred\ngrow brighter with each drop. \nDrip. Drip. Drip. Drip.\nMy ears perked as a new noise joined that of the dripping,\nmy tail giving a nervous flick before I could stop it and my body instinctively\npulling away from the door as the echoes of footsteps approached the cell door\nslowly. I curled up against the wall and clutched my knees hard against my\nchest and I bit my lip, struggling against the growing whimper. I would not let\nthem win.\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nClick.\nThe sound of the key turning in the lock drowned out the\nsound of the last drop. I couldn't help it and let out a whimper, the sound\nmaking my hatred grow far more than any of the drops could. Not even hatred at\nmy captors, but hatred at myself. That was another flame that I nurtured,\ngrowing equally alongside my hatred of them. \nDrip. Drip.\nCrreaaaakkk.\nThe door opened, the poorly oiled hinges squealing and\nmaking me cringe as the tiny cell was suddenly flooded with light, my eyes\nclenching shut to save them from the sudden brightness. \"Well, well, well.\"\nThat voice said, followed briefly by a shrill cackle. \"If it isn't my young\nking greeting me with another beautiful sight!\" Another cackled followed this\nand then a paw gripping me by the scruff of my neck. \nI heard his heavy breathing before he began to breathe in my\nface, the foul scent invading my nose and would have made me gag had I not long\nago mastered my control over it. He heaved me into the air by my scruff and, as\nhe held me, his other paw trailed through the fur on my naked stomach, then\nwrapping around me to do the same down my back, trailing over the many scars\nand scabs that he had given me over the duration of my containment. \nHe pressed me back against the wall and licked up my face\nslowly, cackling again when I flinched away from his tongue, the hyena licking\nhis lips as he moved in to nibble my ear slowly, breathing more heavily as he\npressed his entire body against mine, forcing me back more roughly against the\nwall, \"Has another night of contemplation changed your mind yet, my little\nking?\" he whispered, using the title almost mockingly, \"My lord has ordered me\nto start with another breeding if you say no.\" the hyena added, sounding almost\nhopeful for that word to be spoken.\nI clenched my paws and whimpered before I could stop myself,\nturning my head away from the hyena and his foul breath, \"I will never cede the\nthrone!\" I growled angrily, \"It matters not how much you torture me, the throne\nis mine, and shall remain so until my death!\"\nThe hyena cackled and promptly threw me to the floor. I\nlanded on the cold stone with a grunt, wheezing as the air was knocked from my\nlungs and I heard the soft sound of his breeches hitting the floor, followed a\nmoment later by the disgusting warmth of his body on top of mine, shifting\naround until his chest was resting against my back and his breath was once more\nin my ear. One of his paws groped my side while his other was reached around to\ntease my chest, tugging and twisting my nipples as he began to nibble and pant\ninto my ear, the paw groping my side slowly sliding down to massage my hip,\nthen grope my rump, firmly rolling it in his hand... and then one of his fingers\ndelved beneath my tail, pressing roughly into my tail hole, drawing a quite\nunwilling gasp from my maw.\nHe cackled as his finger pumped roughly into me, my tail\nlashing as he continued to nibble and bite at my ears, slowly moving down to\ninclude my cheek, chin, and neck as well, his paw on my chest still tweaking my\nnipples, my nipples rather sore from the attention already. \"You know,\" he\nwhispered into my ear, licking up at my neck to my face and then up my face as\nwell, his tongue damping my fur with his saliva, \"I've always been more of a\nfeline person,\" he growled happily, \"But I saw your mother once, and as far as\nwolves come, she was quite a bitch to look at... and you look so much like your\nmother.\" He nipped roughly at my ear, this time hard enough to make me yelp,\ndrawing another cackle from him.  \"It's\nalmost like I'm claiming her each time I fuck you,\" he said, slipping another\nfinger into my tail hole and continuing to pump them into me.\nI gasped as suddenly he pulled his fingers free, his teeth\nclosing on my neck and his paws leaving my body just long enough for him to\nmove them to my hips, rubbing his cock against my rump, his cock rubbing\nthrough my fur and his paw gripping my tail to yank it up, \"Are you ready, my\nprecious little bitch?\" he whispered into my ear, guiding his length to my tail\nhole and then beginning to press into me. I clenched my fists and tried to bite\nmy lip, but he gripped me by my chin and turned my head up towards his,\npressing his lips firmly to mine as he pushed his length into me, his lips\nholding mine open so I couldn't hold back the whimpers as his thick cock spread\nme open.\nHe grunted and groaned into my maw, shifting constantly\nbehind me as he pressed into me firmly, never relenting as he added inch after\ninch. I could feel all of it, whimpering around his tongue as it violated my\nmaw, my paws clenching on to the hard stone floor as his hips finally came to\nrest on my rump, his balls resting on top of mine as he panted heavily. For a\nmoment, he simply relaxed on top of me, one paw holding my head firmly to his\nas he ran his tongue around the inside of his maw, the taste of his breath\nmaking me want to gag as he pressed himself firmly against me. \nHis lips came free of mine and he began to pant heavily into\nmy ear, his paws rubbing at my sides quickly, \"Such a tight little bitch,\" the\nhyena groaned happily as he gripped my hips and slowly began to pump into me,\nonly pulling out the smallest amount of his length as he humped me quickly,\n\"Almost hard to believe a perfect little piece of tail like you could be a\nking...\" he added, licking up my face to my ear, his tongue dipping into my ear a\nbit and swirling around before he nibbled firmly on it, cackling again as I\ntried to pull my head away. \"It's almost pathetic how hard you try to deny\nthis...\" he whispered softly to me, \"We both know you enjoy this.\" He breathed,\nlicking my neck this time, his teeth nibbling at the nape of my neck afterwards\nbefore he bit down hard on my neck, using his teeth to hold me still as he\ngripped my hips and really began to fuck me, his cock slipping out almost all\nthe way before thrusting back into me, the hyena grunting happily with each\nforceful thrust.\nI gritted my teeth and took it, eyes clenching shut as my\nteeth grinded against themselves, my face pressing to the rough, cold stone\nfloor as his thrusts rocked my body across the ground. I could feel the\nabrasions on my knees and elbows slowly getting rawer as the fucking continued.\nI could feel every thrust as he violated me deep, the warmth of his length\nthrobbing inside me every time he stopped to adjust himself on top of me. The\nonly thing that distracted me from the true pain and humiliation of the fucking\nwas the morbid knowledge that I wouldn't have to draw my own blood for the\nnight's tally mark. \nSuddenly something changed. My eyes widened and I let out an\ninvoluntary cry of pain as the hyena howled, his shrill howl echoing off the\nclose confines of the cell and ringing in my ears as his knot popped into me.\nHe had rarely ever tied me before, and usually taunted me about the act well\nbefore he did it. This time it had come completely as a surprise, and the\nsudden pain had broken past my defenses, my cry intermingling with his howl in\nthe cell. He was still thrusting. Even as our mixed cries ended and I went back\nto being silent, gritting my teeth, a few tears sneaking out of the corners of\nmy eyes. At this point I just wanted it to end, my paws were clenched into\nfists and pressed against the floor and my eyes were once more shut tight.\nFinally, he grunted and leaned into me, licking up my face as I felt his warm\nseed pouring into my tail hole.\nHe gave himself a second to relax, panting happily into my\near, nibbling and licking around my ears and cheeks, getting his saliva on my\nfur, making sure that I would be able to feel it and smell it even after he\nleft me alone in the cell. Aftewards, he picked me up, pressing me up against\nthe mirror and reaching around to peel my eyes open, roughly pinning my eye\nlids back to prevent me from squeezing them shut. \"I want you to watch your\nface for this part,\" he growled, one paw gripping my hips as he then began to\npull hard at his still fully inflated knot. Soon the paw holding my eyes open\nwasn't needed as the pain steadily grew and my eyes widened on their own, my\nmaw opening and closing as I struggled to hold in a cry as I stared at my face\nin the mirror. Finally, I lost the battle and squealed out my pain in a single,\ndespairing cry. As I cried out, his knot popped free and he let me fall to my\nknees in front of the mirror.\nI began to sob. Tears that I had been holding in for so long,\nand knew that the hyena would count it as a victory. I heard his cackle again\nas I saw him tie his breeches in the mirror. \"If you will excuse me, my king.\" He\nsaid, using the title mockingly once more, \"My lord told me to report to him\nfor an audience after my fun.\" He gave me a mocking bow and then turned to\nleave, hesitating at the door, a grin spreading on his face, \"You would have\nmade a much better queen then your mother you know...\" he said, then cackled as\nhe closed the door behind him.\nI stared into the mirror and used my wrist to wipe the tears\nfrom my eyes. My shoulders still shook and I was having a hard time getting\ncontrol of the tears that still leaked down my cheeks. My tail hole burned with\nthe pain of the fresh fucking and I could feel his seed dripping down my\nthighs, matting the fur. I would be reminded of that until the next time they\ndecided I was filthy enough for a bath. It didn't happen often. After a while,\nhowever, I got control of it. I ignored the pain and wiped the last tears from\nmy cheeks and then stood on shaky legs, reaching to my neck where his teeth had\ndrawn blood and smearing some on my fingers before reaching up to shakily make another\ntally. Sixty one days. I needed to escape. \nI turned and curled up on the floor, waiting, listening.\nFinally, my ears caught that sound again and I focused on it, tuning out\neverything else. Listening to it was utter torture, but so was reality, so in\nspite of my hatred of it, I focused on it, and my ears twitched along with it.\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.\nThere was one good thing I could say about that breeding. It\nhad taken away the last bit of dignity I had managed to hold onto, the last bit\nof self-respect. Now it was gone, and in its place, fresh hatred rushed in to\nfill the void. I heard a sound besides the dripping, almost like a whisper in\nthe wind... except there was no wind. I smiled as I heard it, a cruel and\nmalicious imitation of something meant to show happiness. I smiled, and curled\nup, looking at myself in the mirror before I closed my eyes and focused only on\nthe dark, and the dripping. Soon. I would make my escape soon.\nDrip. Drip. Drip.\nDrip.****And so ends the first part of 90 Nights. As usual, please rate and comment whether you liked the story or not. Constructive criticism is always accepted, Non-constructive criticism and anything I consider to be rude will be ignored. Thank you for reading, and keep an eye out for the second part!"}