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"Who is there?!"

It happened again. Kevran abhorred it when inferior soldiers, by chance lucky enough to be chosen as inquisitorial troops, raised their voice at him. For a brief moment he was determined to have that fool hanged by evening, but then he remembered what awaited him in the building this pathetic soldier so valiantly protected and an insignificant smile born of disdain and other, darker emotions appeared on his sharp-lined face.

"I am."

His cold voice cut through the air like a sword, authoritative, with no trace of emotions whatsoever.

"Y-Yes... Yes your Excellency. R-Right away! I will now open the gate for you! Welcome to our prison, your Excellency! There were no attempts on escape since you visited us last time, m'lord!"

Pathetic.

Kevran entered the prison complex through a large wooden gate, he found himself on a small courtyard used by the prison guard for fencing and occasionally for sparring.

To his left was a spacious building that served as barracks to the inquisitorial militia, or the prison guard as they were called to give an impression of professionality. Kevran despised them as whole in fact, whole idea of accepting ordinary infantrymen as "Legions of the Inquisition" seemed intrinsically wrong to him. It was as if you made a person, who was afraid of the water a fisherman, or as if you appointed a younger son an heir to the throne, ridiculous! But there wasn't anything he could do, those men could yet prove quite useful, there was no denying in that.

On his right side there were the quarters and offices of the inquisitors, his fellow brethren as he used to call them. A great pennant, depicting a sword piercing through chest of a white dragon, was slowly waving in wind in front of the house.

Nobody was to be seen on the courtyard though, not a person practicing swordplay or training with spear. Kevran wasn't happy about it, according to his orders, everyone was to spend at least two hours a day fencing, with the only ones exempt being the inquisitors. It was late morning now and the straw-filled figurines seemed to be untouched.

That does it. They shall yet discover what happens when someone disobeys my orders.

He stood there for a long moment, solid as a rock, deep in his won thoughts. At times he stood like that for hours, thinking and plotting against the world. Some even dared to say that he is possessed by daemons, they were all deemed heretics and burned at stake at the end of the day.

"S-Sire?"

Trembling voice of a soldier woke him up from lethargy. A member of militia was standing next to him with worried look on his face.

"Yes? What is it that you need?"

He looked the poor man deep in the eyes, even the strongest will started to melt and break down under his sight. Grey iris of his eyes somehow emitted an aura of power and ruthlessness that awoke fear in his victims.

"N-N-Nothing sire. I just... Y-You were... You..."

Young private, couldn't be older than seventeen was visibly afraid of him. Kevran didn't mind at all, almost everyone he met was afraid of him and in his own words: "People who love you are friendly, people who are scarred of you are loyal. Do not mix those two together and do not pretend that friendship is more than loyalty."

"I was what?"

His voice raised, but remained neutral as always.

"Out of my sight!"

...

The soldier was shocked and unable to think straight or move.

"NOW!"

"Yes.. Yes sire!"

Running away, he was tripping over his own legs.

Pathetic.

Kevran moved forth, thrilled to meet the unusual inmate his men managed to imprison.

Prison building had several levels above and under ground, with the worst criminals residing on its lowest floors, deep under the earth and the least dangerous ones on its top levels. It was originally designed for about 500 convicts, but there was about four times as many of them now, but nobody knew for sure as nobody missed them and nobody cared whether they lived or died.

Disturbing conditions prevailing in this prison named Foramen after its creator, were still quite pleasant compared to those prevailing in the infamous prison Tanebris, hidden somewhere in the mountains or perhaps on an abandoned island. Kevran loved visiting either of those two.

He had passed several guard stations while going through the ground level, referred to by the inmates as Taendril, after the god of balance. Guards stationed here wore heavy plate armor and wielded short swords, that proved much more useful in closed quarters than their longer counterparts or spears. It all seemed quite unnecessary, as in fifteen years there was not one mutiny or attempt to escape, as it both seemed quite hopeless and no one wanted to get into even worse situation.

When Kevran walked past the cells of those "lesser heretics" placed on the ground floor, he couldn't help noticing a young elven girl silently observing him with her bright blue eyes, reflecting the forgotten color of the sky. Estimating her age could prove rather difficult as elves usually lived up to a thousand years, she seemed to be quite young however.

Kevran stopped before her cell, offering her a piece of bread with a compassionate look on his face.

The girl was trembling with fear, he was confident that she knew who he was. Small stream of deep red blood was running down her cheek, the letter "F" was inscribed on her face with a knife by the guards. "F" standing for Foramen, this was a common practice, so that even if she ran away, the people would always know who she is and where to return her to.

Her once beautiful blonde hair, streaming down like a golden waterfall was now pasted together with filth of the prison: Feces, piss, blood and worse, That was all that remained in the cell after its previous occupant, the comfort of having a cell for herself was heavily paid for, as the guards didn't do it for her well-being, but rather for theirs. They were lonely at times and she was so alluring, so beautiful that they often forgot she was not human at all. Kevran presumed as much, but he didn't care as it could be considered a part of her punishment.

"Worry not my dear, it is all going to end very soon."

He spoke with a soothing voice, so much different from his usual one.

"Everything is going to be alright. How could we hide anything so charming from the eyes of the world?"

She remained silent, broken, or perhaps just too scared to talk.

After a brief moment of quietude, he turned around and continued on his path, passing under a giant dragon skull, nailed to a wall as a memory on a past inhabitant of the facility.

As he got deeper and deeper into the prison, its halls became utterly silent, with both humans and non-humans hiding in the darkest corners of their cells in desperate hope to remain unnoticed by the lord inquisitor, even the guards tried to avoid Kevran whenever they could.

One ominous hallway succeeded another as he was closing in to the interrogation room. Cobwebs were decorating the corners of the halls, with black hairless spiders crawling around, bottom of the halls was usually covered in filth, vomit and old blood splatters. Darkness enshrouded everything and everyone within as there were no windows and the only thing that served as a source of light was the flickering yellow flame of the torches on the walls.

Finally he had reached his journey's end - the interrogation room. There were five swordsmen standing on guard in front of the iron-reinforced wooden door leading in. They seem to be nervous about something, but Kevran decided to ignore that.

"Welcome your Excellency! We have been expecting yous."

Captain of the guard bowed to him, with the rest of the unit following his example lacking just a bit of his grace.

Kevran nodded his head whilst keeping typicaly neutral expression.

"Is Tressa already here? Did you allow her to see the prisoner before me?"

"Y-Yes my lord. Is? Is that a bad thing? I will lead her out if you..."

"No!"

He slightly raised his voice.

"You've done well, wait here until I return. I'll assist Tressa with the interrogation."

"Of course m'lord, as you command."

One of the soldiers opened the door and he entered the sinister-looking room.

It was brighter than the rest of the greyish prison, illuminated by one torch on the wall on his right and a small furnace facing it on the other side of the room. In between, there was a wooden and iron rack, designed to hold the prisoner in a pose with his hands and legs tied and fixed in a letter "X", on this rack there was a furred being, standing on two clawed paws, the creaure was resembling an anthropomorphic dog or more likely a wolf, judging by its snout. Short fur that covered the skin of the being had grey color that was soaked with blood at several places and covered in mud on other ones. She, as Kevran determined from her perky nipples and small slit, that could be just barely seen with all the fur covering her, had fascinating yellow eyes mirroring the flickering light of the fires. She was breathing heavily. Clearly, Tressa didn't enjoy waiting for him and started the interrogation before he arrived. Unpleasant, but understandable and forgivable.

"Your holy Excellency."

Tressa, the first female inquisitor to date and one of his most devoted soldiers bowed deeply before him. When he accepted her into the ranks of the inquisition, he could have hardly predicted how useful she was to become, shortly after her initiation she was already feared throughout the kingdom, it didn't take long untill he appointed her to the office of a prison administrator.

"Rise inquisitor. I see that you've started in abstinence. You are a fast learner, but one of your superiors should always be present, when you decide to interrogate a non-human."

"I know my lord, but-"

"No buts. Remeber this for the next time, if you happen to be lucky enough to see another time like this. Are we clear?"

He could see that she disagrees with him, but at least she knew when to keep her mouth shut.

"Yes my lord."

Her brown hair kept getting in her face, she had a distinctive scar stretching down from her left eye to the corner of her mouth and a visible burn on the other side of her face. She maight have been once considered beautiful, but those times were long gone. She was wearing uniform of the inquisition: black leather clothes with a symbol of a white dragon pierced by a sword, on chest.

"Before we start, there one thing I'd like to ask you my lord."

"Then ask, there is no need to prolong the question like that."

"We've had some problems with cannibalism on the lower levels, the vermin dares to protest that they haven't got enough food to survive. Would you believe that sire?"

She seemed genuinely surprised.

"Just recently, during the festival of Sovren we've given each of them an apple! A whole apple! That is far more than they deserve yet still, they have the guts to protest and to eat their fellow inmates, who died of disease or got killed for one reason or another!"

"Tell me, do your men have a rasper?"

"I am sorry my lord?"

"Take a rasper and file away their teeth, continue until you reach the nerves and do so with everyone you find unfit to eat painlessly. That should teach them a thing or two about cannibalism."

He smiled at her.

"Now if you are finished, I think that our prisoner is getting rather bored and we can't let her die of boredom now, can we?"

The poor lixen female watched them with fear in her eyes, she was already gagged with a round piece of wood with leather straps, dribbling made her saliva running down and falling on the stone floor, as she couldn't close her mouth properly.

Her fluffy tail was tightly secured by a piece of rope, Tressa apparently tied it to the rack so the female wolf couldn't swing it around.

"Why gagging her? She is not able to answer your questions this way."

He seemed to be checking whether she remembers the teaching of the inquisition, more than anything else.

"She was just pleading for her freedom."

Tressa stared at the female.

"Little bitch spat at me when I forced her on the rack."

Kevran chuckled, and sat down on a small wooden stool next to the door.

"Get to work, I am not here to get my hands dirty, I've done this a hundred times, it is your time now, show me what you've learned."

"With pleasure my lord. With pleasure..."

Young wolf was shaking and trying to set herself free, but in vain. Tressa saw her attempt on escape and hit the poor wolf in her stomach, she whined in pain and crystal tears started running from her eyes and down her cheeks.

"Do not ever try that again you little abomination!"

Tressa slapped her face with enough force to turn the skin red, it couldn't be seen however as the fur masked it completely, she-wolf squealed again.

"Be a good dog and tell us where is the white dragon!"

She slapped her once more..

"Where do you hide the white dragon!"

Another slap, aimed at her muzzle this time.

She took of her gag so she-wolf, the female started coughing afterwards.

"P-Please! I do not know what you are talking about!"

Her voice sounded like honey, it was sweet and somehow warming, it did not belong to such a place.

"Liar, Liar you'll be on fire!"

She hit her again with fist once more aiming at her stomach. The wolf gasped trying to catch her breath, which she did after a short moment.

"I am not lying, I don't k-"

Tressa forced the gag back into her mouth, while slapping repeatedly on her muzzle.

"Shut up!"

The young inquisitor moved towards a wooden table with various devices and tools lying on it.

"I'll get you talking, don't worry my dear. You will sing like a little bird when I am done with you!"

She took a black leather whip, the cat o' nine tails and returned to her victim with a smile on her face.

"Do you like it? Hmm? It is designed for horses or perhaps slaves, I do not know, but I am pretty sure that it is going to work on dogs as well."

She-wolf tried to shake her head in disagreement, vainly, the restrains prevented her from doing so.

Tressa lashed her on chest with the whip, partially hitting one of her breasts. She penetrated the tissue at some places and deep red blood soaked in the furry coat of the she-wolf.

She started laughing, but Kevran sat and seemingly unimpressed started yawning.

"Very funny my lord."

...

"Work and stop watching me, I am not here to entertain you she is! Well sort of, get back to work, now!"

"Yes my lord. As you wish."

She lashed the poor she-wolf again and again, until her body was covered in red blood, it wasn't a serious wound though as the whip only broke the skin.

Sobbing and crying echoed through the room now as their prisoner couldn't stand it anymore.

"Where is the white dragon?! Where does the rest of the vermin, that so daringly tries to walk on two legs like you hide?! Speak you filthy whore!"

Tressa hit her again, before pouring salt on her wounds.

Sobbing turned into loud cries of pain muffled only by the wooden mouth gag.

"She is not going to talk, I can see it in her eyes."

Another slap on her left cheek.

"Speak you filth!"

Tressa took her gag off and waited for a brief moment, during which she-wolf coughed and gulped for air. Her white teeth could nicely be seen now and her muzzle that was truly indistinguishable from that of a wolf.

"So?"

"I-I..."

She started sobbing again, only to get slapped on her other cheek.

"Speak!"

"I really don't know! This torture will not help you, I would have told you long ago if only I knew... Please! Let me go..."

"No."

Tressa forced the gag back into her mouth and slapped her one more time.

"You remember what you did?"

"Hmm? Do you?"

Tressa spat on her face and in her eyes.

"How did you like that?"

Another spit aiming at her face and pointy ears.

"Dammit!"

She turned around to face Kevran.

"Is it always so hard to get them talking? Why don't you allow me to mutilate her? It would be so much easier if I just cut her fingers off and tore off her nails!"

"You will do no such thing."

"Why not?"

"Do not question me. You know that I do not take that lightly."

"Yes my lord."

"Get back to work, I do not wish to have to repeat myself again."

"As you wish my lord."

"Hell, it seems that I am not going to break you the ordinary way and since I can't use the "fun" equipment, I will have to get a bit more creative with you."

Tressa tossed the whip away and slowly walked towards the rack.

"What a beautiful tail you've got! I wonder what can you do with a tail like that, hmm?"

Tressa untied her tail and firmly gripped it with both of her hands.

"It is so soft! Shame you are not a lizard or a dog, their tails are a bit more useful, wouldn't you say? Less hair and more solid object."

She sighed.

"This will have to do then."

Pure fear was mirroring in she-wolf's yellow eyes, she had no idea what was going to happen.

Tressa pulled her tail up and started licking and suckling it slowly.

"So much hair..."

The tail was soaked with saliva and she-wolf tried to move it away, but the young inquisitor held it firmly with her hands.

"No, no, no! That is not a good bitch! Good bitch does what she is told to do, you are being very naughty!"

Tressa kept on licking and spitting on the tail, when suddenly she pulled it down and tried to force it with all her strength into the she-wolf's tailhole. Futilely, as the tail bent and didn't penetrate her rectum. She-wolf whimpered in horror and started breathing rapidly.

"Fuck, your tail is useless just like you!"

Tressa pulled the wiggling tail again and tried to force it into her rumo one more time, but it was of no use, the tail kept bending and just wasn't solid enough to penetrate the tight opening.

After minutes of unsuccessful attempts on pushing the tail in, Tressa, now completely exhausted just like the she-wolf, let go of the tail. They were both breathing heavily and on top of that, the female wolf was trembling in fear and from the shocking experience. Salty tears were running down her face once more.

Tressa sighed deeply, she was annoyed already.

"No! Not gonna happen, you will not evade your punishment so easily!"

Tressa got a second wind and quickly walked towards the weak-kneed she-wolf, who started shaking anew.

The young inquisitor moved wolf's tail aside and tied it back to a rack with a piece of rope, then she took off her leather gloves.

She-wolf panicked as Tressa started rubbing her tailhole, she bit the gag hard when Tressa inserted one of her fingers into her rump.

It didn't take long until Tressa tried to force her whole hand inside, this proved to be very painful for she-wolf, as the inquisitors hand was dry and simply didn't fit in. She started squealing in pain and agony, only to get muffled by the gag inside her mouth.

Tresa slowly pushed her hand forth, undettered by the desperate cries of she-wolf, overcoming her trembling body and weakened muscles.

Finally with a loud smacking sound, her palm got inside. Tiny drips of blood emerged around she-wolf's rear end and she passed out from pain.

Tressa used this to pull her hand out, victoriously smacking the thigh of the female wolf.

"I bet she wishes to have a lizard tail now."

Remarked the inquisitor to Kevran, who was still silently sitting on his stool."

"She is not getting conscious is she?"

Kevran didn't say a word.

"Well then, lets finish this."

She turned back to the body of the unconscious she-wolf and started rubbing her little slit, before forcing all her fingers inside. She-wolf's body was warm and inviting, her vagina was surrounding the inquisitors hand quite tightly at first, but then it started stretching with every move she made.

"I doubt that she ever got drilled so hard, she feels almost like a vigin."

She pushed her hand in with a greater force, managing to get in halfway to the elbow.

"She is so tight, I doubt that she will survive the pear of the anguish tomorrow."

Kevran nodded his head in agreement., but decided not to extend on that topic.

Tressa meanwhile pulled out her hand and clutched her fingers in fist.

"Shame she is not awake."

With a brutal, overwhelming force, she charged her fist inside of she-wolf's slit, ripping her vagina on several places, drops of blood covered her hand when she pulled out. A gaping opening remained after her hand left the poor wolf's body.

"She's had enough"

Remarked Kevran after the act was done.

"As you wish my lord."

"Go, tell the guards that they have a new stray dog to play with, they should be waiting behind the door."

With those words Kevran stood up from the wooden stool and walked from the room, leaving the door open for the soldiers outside.