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Chapter XI - Darkening Paths

Ranos grunted as he was roughly pushed down onto a cushion, and flexed his fingers in the dual sacks of sand that had been tied around them and to one another behind his back. The blindfold over his eyes did nothing to alleviate his humiliation, and the nude grey wolf bristled in furious impotence as a guard combed fingers through his hair, forcing the wolf to jerk away to avoid the patronizing touch.

"Oh you'll learn not to resist so much, little 'sir'," the guard sneered, laughing, as a second soldier grabbed Ranos' ankles and clapped them in irons. With a tug of his footpaws, the defeated knight knew they were bolted to the floor. A chill ripple ruffled the fur on his back and tail, as he realized where he was.

The child-like snicker to his left somewhere in the cavernous hall made his blood run cold to match the chill in his spine.

Toryen Casso pranced around his newest toy, spry and nimble and walking on the balls of his footpaws, the slender young noble looked for all the world a dancing teenager, feminine-hipped and full of sultry gyration as he moved. One of the guards licked his chops remembering how that pretty little ass had squeezed and bobbed on his cock a few nights before. Another guard, more experienced with Toryen's games, concealed his shudder behind the steely façade he kept up like a shield under arrow barrage.

Finally, Ranos gathered his composure enough to speak, his angry tone weakened by his position naked and knelt on the floor.

"You are a sickness, Toryen Casso, and your family is no better."

The young son of the duke didn't bother to signal. His bodyguard, the hulking, stoic lion from whom he'd never once gotten so much as a smile stepped forward and dealt a thunderous backhand to the kneeling wolf, who flopped to his side like a sack of unbalanced potatoes, gasping in shock at the sheer force of the hit. His face reddened where he'd been struck, and the bodyguard took a pace back, checking the back of his paw for any sign of breakage. Seeing none, he simply stood back to attention, paws to his side.

"You will help us celebrate, Sir Ranos!" The psychotic tiger laughed and capered, clapping his paws over his head as he twirled close enough for the bound and blindfolded wolf. Ranos kept his ears up and forward, struggling to keep his pride enough not to cower.

"Celebrate what, you mad-beast?"

Toryen giggled, and the wolf felt wind rush by as the little tiger knelt down in front of him. He stiffened then, letting out an outraged grunt as he felt a paw close around his still-sheathed, flaccid length, squeezing it in a fashion that made the wolf bare his teeth in fury and try to close his legs only to have his balls grabbed in similar fashion and squeezed warningly.

"The bitch bit off his tip, so father says I get to be king when he dies! Because a bitch bit a tip! Hahaha isn't that wonderful?"

Ranos tried to make sense of the rambling words, and tried just as hard to keep ironclad control, refusing to let the tiger get any satisfaction from him. Meanwhile, Toryen's deft paw played with the wolf's balls, rolling them in his furry sac, tugging at them while his other paws' fingers toyed over the sheathed cock.

The tiger snickered and grabbed his shaft, squeezing it and jerking it down, only to let go to watch it bob back up against the wolf's belly. A raspy wetness against his tip was followed by another giggle.

"Look! Showing pink already! Good!"

Ranos could have died of embarrassment, his ears flagging down and back before he remembered himself and forced them forward, though they twitched and wriggled and tried to join his tail in the down position.

"Bind his tail up and get the stinker girl out here. We must be ready for our guests!"

The knight struggled with himself. While Royval was known for his skill with a sword and battlefield brutality, Toryen was no coward despite his madness or perhaps because of it. He was known to be quick with knives, and had slit throats for lesser things than what Ranos steeled himself to say.

"I-if you," the wolf paused, gathering himself to avoid the stutter that would take threat out of his words. "If you have me here for this, I will tell everyone! No one will follow you as king, you mad-cat!"

Toryen snickered and pet the wolf's cheek, eliciting a combined growl and slight whine, fear and anger together that gave the vicious tiger a surge of pleasure that put his pants to bulging in front.

"No no, little puppy." Ranos winced as claws dug into his balls, just enough to prick the skin, though he knew they were sharp enough to near-emasculate him with barely more force.

"We will just have to keep your mouth well-sealed then, if you're going to be naughty." As an afterthought, he tossed something to his bodyguard.

"Jaux, if he bites anyone, or disobeys, I want you to hold him down and castrate him in front of everyone. Then make him eat them!"

The knight wanted to run, could feel his bowels loosen at the threat he knew was in no way idle. His tail, curled down between his legs, tried to cover his balls only to be grabbed away by some other fur's paw, yanked painfully up, then tied to his back by a rope around his middle. A rough paw dug through his fur to find and pinch a nipple, making the wolf yelp at the bruising squeeze, as a throaty chuckle went off behind him.

The silent, lethal bodyguard simply nodded, the shushing of his steel gorget telling Ranos he would receive no quarter from the brutal, silent killer.

A door opened nearby, and the wolf's snout flared instinctually at the spicy scent. Frightened, helpless, with no rescue coming, he whimpered, then bit his own tongue to prevent further betrayal of his dignity. His cock, however, was not nearly so cooperative.

Someone grabbed him roughly by the headfur just as he heard another cushion compress, and his long, noble snout was shoved forward against something soft and musky and dripping-wet, eliciting a squeak from the female in some combination of lust and terror. He could smell her fear, and blood besides that had nothing to do with the heat she was in. A lewd squelch sounded as the paw on his head forced his snout tip into the girl's cunt, and she moaned out in helpless arousal, arching against him.

"No no, not too much!" The tiger squeezed his prick, and the knight sucked in a breath, his sense of violation and fury muddled by the mind-emptying effect of being effectively half-drowned in a heating wolfess's snatch.

For a time, all Ranos could hear was the whimpering of the heating female and Toryen Casso's childlike laughter, as his face was continually pushed against her quivering lips, until instinct had him lapping at the musk-soaked flesh, tasting her heat as a fire that filled his head with a buzzing arousal. His cock had long since gone dark red and risen to its full length, twitching and shivering between his legs and dripping constantly onto his cushion.

A sharp slap landed just below his ear, jolting his face away from the squirming, sobbing wolfess, and Ranos was shaken from his lust-soaked reverie. His cock was radiating pressure near to the point of pain, and his balls felt as if someone had filled them with lead. The wolf whimpered before he could stop himself, shivering on the cushion and wriggling in an attempt to find something to rub against.

Then he heard laughter, and the mixed sounds of talking, too many voices to make out what precisely was being said. Perhaps, he managed to think through the buzzing heat that seemed to blot out thought, he simply could not understand what was being said. Ranos licked at the juices on his lips, savoring them until a shudder of disgust reminded him where he was, and what was happening.

A harpaulin strummed, filling the great chamber with echoing, fanciful music that signaled the guests to a restive, somehow sinister silence.

With a light, rapid staccato of footpaws on a dais somewhere near Ranos' head, Toryen mounted the podium and called out in a pleased, pontificating voice, laced with all the effeminate sinister tones Ranos had come to expect.

"Friends!"

The wolf knight doubted Toryen knew the meaning of the word. He sneered, as best he cold between panting and trying to shift so that his shaft wasn't so obvious to a crowd whose exact placement he wasn't sure of.

"We are here to celebrate! My brother has proven his potency as heir...And I have a gift for all of you, to show he's generous with his potency!"

The words rolled out with a snicker from the vicious young aristocrat, and were met with the laughter and clapping of his peers. Ranos felt an acid urge to vomit, his shame so deep he couldn't stop himself from lowering his head and pinning his ears back, as Toryen's sharp-clawed fingers grabbed him under the chin.

"Play nice, little wolf. Honor your lord's houseguests."

With that, the claws dug into the rear of his jaw where it met with his neck, forcing the still half-addled wolf to open his maw wide. The fresh breath across his tongue re-lit the taste of cunny and heat in his mouth, and he gasped, sucking air and letting his tongue loll as his shaft refused his desperate mental command to soften, to show he was not enjoying this humiliation.

Something strong-smelling and sausage-shaped was slapped across his tongue, a salty flavor reminiscent of sweat filling his muzzle and mixing with the unmistakable taste of heating wolf bitch. Another fleshy, musky object struck him across the snout, and as somefur dug their fingers hard into his hips, maneuvering his exposed ass so that oil could be poured directly onto his exposed pucker, he realized with a wave of revulsion that the 'sausage' in his muzzle was in fact the cock of some nobleman friend of Toryen's.

He wanted to bite, close his teeth on the offending organ and maim its owner for life, but his muscles simply refused to comply. His guts were shivering, clenched, acid and ready to vomit, as chubby fingers gripped his ears and pulled them forward, forcing his muzzle down on the fat invading shaft. Ranos whimpered in fear and shame, and then grunted gutturally as he felt something hard and pointed spearing, stingingly, against his clenched anus.

The wolf tried to shake his head, denial burbling through his mind in a wave of emotion so strong it blotted out all attempt to understand it. Another cock slapped across the side of his head, and another was put into his bound paw, where it rested tied behind his back. The wolf tried to scream or cry out, but all that emerged past the fleshy plug in his muzzle was a gurgling whine, as the chubby-fingered noble thrust his hips and hit the back of Ranos' throat, sending his gut to heaving as he gagged on the salty, leaking dick and banged his muzzle on an already-growing knot.

He was shaking so hard that the prick trying to penetrate his ass pulled away, and its owner gave a grunt and spoke a few words of annoyance Ranos couldn't make out. The invading tool retreated a moment, and the wolf felt something cold, hard, and all too sharp touch on the back of his balls.

Toryen's voice chimed in again, as the cock in his paw started to move, another paw guiding it with a surprising gentleness.

"Remember what I said, Ranny. You disobey, you lose them both, right?"

The canine plowing his muzzle hadn't slowed down, and Ranos was struggling for breath as the pointed cock jammed against the back of his throat again. A guttural voice, pinched with pleasure and concentration, spoke from above his head.

"Use your tongue, you fucking cum-slut."

Toryen snickered, and the knife against his balls trailed along them, a cold line of bloody promise, then disappeared as Ranos slurped his tongue against the invading shaft, tears soaking into the blindfold and paw clenching around the straining dick he held. Paws gripped his rear again, hard, and spread his muscular cheeks as his bound tail tried frantically to dip in submission.

This time, the invader didn't pause or take time to pry at him. A clawed digit shoved against his hole, causing him to cry out as the cock in his muzzle finally gave him a chance to breathe now that his tongue was at work, then hooked and slid inside his ass in a way that had him hunching trying to escape the horrible discomfort and burning pain of the sudden unwelcome entry.

The wolf at his muzzle grabbed the knight by his headfur and jerked, hard enough that Ranos saw stars even in the complete blackness of his blindfold, before shoving the horrid spire of meat back into his maw. Ranos redoubled his efforts, understanding what the wolf had meant; cooperate or suffer. He tried not to retch when salty liquids began to leak over his tongue despite his inexpert ministrations, simply batting at the leaking cock tip and trying not to drool out the side of his muzzle.

Behind him, he could hear the laughter of his peers; he'd never much liked the sort who would spend time currying favor with Toryen Casso, but he'd trained alongside these furs, fought alongside them. As a second finger was crammed in his ass to the sound of laughter and congratulatory clapping, his ears folded back again, sagging in broken dejection as he realized what Toryen was truly doing.

The evil bastard tiger was ruining Ranos' reputation forever, in front of his peers, as a way to threaten the others into obedient fear now and forever. For all the creature's reputed insanity, he possessed a vicious cunning that served his father well.

He tried to make himself resist, tried to pull away or bite down, but the fear that would have emptied his bladder on the floor if not for his painfully engorged cock unmanned him, forcing him to lower his belly towards the floor as the fingers moved aside to be replaced once again by a pointed prick, though this time so well-oiled that despite his gasp of pain and clenching of muscles slid past his resistance, popping the tip into his abused anus.

Ranos gasped in pain, and slurped his tongue against the shaft that lay twitching in his muzzle, trying to find any way to distract himself from the sudden violation and pain. The paws on his rear shifted, grabbing his hips as the fur behind him shifted, sinking slowly further into his spasming ass, cock assisted by liberal amounts of oil and an utter disregard for the comfort of its victim.

A sudden jerk on his headfur yanked Ran down and forward, and the thick shaft jammed against his throat again. Ran gagged, heaving, as he tried to slurp at it again, only to have his head pulled at a painful angle. He felt, horrified, as the pointed tip slid past his gag reflex and into his throat, and as a pair of huge, pendulous balls were sandwiched between his twitching chin and the nobleman who owned them.

He felt them twitch and roll, and with a choked groan of horror realized what was about to happen just as the wolf jerked against his face and exploded in a rush of sickening heat that flowed down the humiliated knight's throat, splattering and coating and seeping down into his cramped, aching stomach before the wolf pulled away, leaving the knight gagging and coughing wetly as a few weak spurts of sperm smacked into his snout tip.

His paw felt sticky, he realized only as the spent cock was being withdrawn from it to be replaced by another, and he let out a broken sob as he felt a new shaft being trailed across his snout, playing along his lips as the wolf whimpered and tried to form the words to beg for mercy. The fur toying with his muzzle combed through his headfur with sharp, hooked claws, as a shaft covered in fleshy spines just below its head pushed past Ranos' lips and into his sniveling maw.

A jerk on his hips gave him scant warning, as the searing wolf cock finally stopped soaking in his warmth and plunged into him, plugging the wolf deeper than he'd ever known possible with throbbing meat. Ranos yelped like a kicked pup around the shaft in his muzzle, before beginning to suck at it as he would a candy, hoping he could get the noble to cum quickly and leave him be. His ass felt like it had been stuffed full, so full he thought he could barely breathe.

Then it began to move, in sharp, hard thrusts that had his forehead banging into the trim and muscular abdomen of the tiger who's cock was being toyed across his slurping tongue, giving him ample chance to taste the musk of a large cat, and feel the fleshy spikes plucking at his muzzle.

The prick plundering his depths gave him an awful, burning, full sensation he desperately tried to ignore, soon finding it was all he could concentrate on, though he remained aware enough to notice as some fur blew a heavy wad of spunk into his headfur and down his cheek, stinging his eyes a moment later when it began to soak through the blindfold.

A tongue trailed along his other cheek, before a momentarily unfamiliar voice whispered hoarsely in his ear.

"Never knew you were such a whore, you sanctimonious shit. I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm on cock all night long."

Royval!

"Make him cum, show him he owns not even his own body."

The tiger in his muzzle roared out and exploded, filling his mouth with thick, chalky-tasting salty cum before pulling free to spend itself heavily across fur he had, until a few days before, always kept pristinely combed.

The cock shafting his hole ground against him, and he felt the wolf's knot, obscenely huge, begin to spread his abused and spasming ring open. Ranos struggled, trying to scrabble with his claws, only to find both paws had been filled with straining pricks. He tried to yell out, only to have two fingers gather cum from his face and shove into his maw far enough to nearly gag him again.

With a sudden jerk and a lewd slurping pop, the knot struck home, sinking past his resisting muscles and seating itself hard against something inside that made him jerk and howl out a yipping staccato, bound tail trying to flag as a sudden jolt of lightning surged from his ass to his balls, spreading up his cock as he strained, feeling the wolf behind him grinding, hearing him laughing, feeling the slap of a dick against his face as the pleasure overwhelmed what little will he had left, and his throbbing near-purple cock strained, heaving, stuck on the verge of exploding.

A paw grabbed his knot and squeezed, and his will was done for. He yelped, and fired ropes of searing shame across the floor in front of him, squirming, jerking back onto the knotted cock that filled his insides with sticky juice, cumming as the others laughed and cheered, flung cheese at him and taunted.

For hours, his mind faded in and out, never unconscious, simply not recalling events. He remembered flashes; being drug across the room by the knot in his ass, being fucked while bent over a table, being folded near in half and frantically pawed until he had cum again on his own face. Finally, he remembered the blindfold being removed, as he was being thrown into the chilly tower cell he frantically curled himself into as if it were a fortress for his protection.

He remembered, most of all, feeling shattered inside, a shattering that could only be salved by thoughts of slaughtering the whole of Casso's family, and every one of those bastard lords who had laughed and watched him raped and humiliated so.

Soaked in drying, sticky cum that matted his fur to a haphazard mess, aching in every part of his body, he curled up in the dark and slept.

Captain Summers flicked his long tiger's tail in annoyance as he strode angrily out of the mayor's manor house, waving to his four guardsfurs as he spotted them leaning against the crenelated stone defensive wall in feigned nonchalance.

They closed ranks around him in a few paces, catching up and maintaining gait with the captain as he strode with yard-eating purposeful intent towards the city guard armory that looked down on the city it protected from the stone bluff that held up the massive tower's base. The largest structure in the city besides Castle Amarthane herself, the black stone tower loomed ominously over the metropolis, and as such had long ago been given the nickname 'Black Peak.'

A young leopard, a proudly fresh-minted corporal of the city watch who strode with a chipper spring to his step asked the question roiling on the four guardsfur's minds.

"Where are we going in such a rush, captain?"

Summers noted, with pride, that the young soldier asked 'we', not 'you,' even though the corporal no doubt had guessed by the sour expression on Summers' face that whatever action he was about to take might have political repercussions. The disunity between the Guard and the mayor's administration was well-known, the governer's paw stayed from taking direct action against his rival only by a lack of excuses to use in playing off his act as 'for the city's betterment'. Any slip could lead to a purging of the guards involved.

"The mayor knows something and he's not telling. You talked to the Wardens like I asked?"

The corporal bobbed his head, clearly pleased to have made himself useful. Summers made a mental note to be sure the boy was no sycophant before he was promoted again, and continued his loping climb towards the Black Peak, passing by crowds of common folk about their business on the bustling thoroughfare.

"Yes, captain. They seemed out of sorts. Said their patrols on the eastern road, toward Gallow Tower, haven't reported in for a few days."

"Bollocks..." The captain grunted as he shouldered past a crowd of townsfolk buying fruit. He scowled up at the Peak, then away into the distance, at the eastern edge of town, where the nobles sat behind the far taller and more defensible curtain wall that protected their district, and beyond that to the grand ducal castle on the hill.

"Assemble a unit of ten. Trusted furs only, corporal. We'll be riding to Gallow Tower to find out what's happening. If his Grace," he spoke sourly, "won't tell us what in the gods' itchy balls is going on, we'll find out on our own."