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( Extreme Content Warning : read the tags. If you don't like them, you won't like this. But I would wryly say: at least it doesn't contain any gore...)

( Meta Note : This is an experiment in some much, much darker stuff. I wouldn't be writing this down at all, without interest (and a victim) provided by Draugr, a character he did in one of his other stories. It was written with some help from him, for which I am grateful.)

( Editing Note : significantly improved part 1 in Dec 2014, even though that's probably the part no one reads.)

Service to the Crown

Part I: The Trial

Tobias was gently ushered by the Bailiff into his seat, wearing his grey prison cloak.

Tobias glared at him defiantly, frustrated by the entire proceeding. He'd done nothing wrong. Well, maybe he toed the line, but certainly nothing that could be considered a crime. Why he was selected for such a prosecution as threatening as this was obviously a matter well outside the law.

The room was completely set up, all the players in their places, when he was brought in and placed into his seat beside his attorney. It was embarrassing and un-necessary, he thought, to be tied into his chair. For that simple but significant humiliation, he vowed to find whoever it was who decided to railroad him, and --

BAM BAM BAM. The red-robed feline judge banged on his gavel, and the thin crowd ceased murmuring.

The prosecutor, wearing his traditional robe, rose and began. "Good Afternoon, Your Honor. The Crown has seen fit to charge Mister Tobias Banes with crimes most heinous: brutally raping five female fursons... and committing one act of Sodomy with a male."

There were quiet gasps from the hall. The judge, sitting above them, looked down at Tobias, watching his reaction to the charges.

The wolf-dog remained unfazed, keeping his face as neutral as possible. He was a little more nervous about that last charge, but remained confident his attorney to get him out of this. He'd saved several of his friends for lesser crimes -- or really, greater crimes in Tobias' mind.

"These charges," continued the prosecutor, "are for the clear purpose of removing a depraved mind and fickle body from our streets. A reckless drunk who, as the crown will show, has displayed a clear pattern of sickening behavior. Should Your Honor find him guilty, the crown, in its desire to protect the public good, will seek the Death Penalty."

Tobias clenched his teeth at how surreal the stakes had just become. The death penalty for a little fun? Surely he wouldn't get it. The court system here was just. The judge would never sentence him to that. But he had to keep telling himself that, as all he could do was sit and watch the drama unfold.

"How does your client plead?" asked the judge, a rather harsh and high voice aimed at Tobias' attorney.

His defense attorney stood, and answered, "not guilty, Your Honor. Not guilty of anything that anyone in this room is not guilty of: making mistakes. It is nothing but bad luck, the Defense will show, which put Mr. Banes in this position. It may not have been in the most efficient fashion, but my client was merely pursuing an activity which every male must: the affections of a female. I am here to show that no crime has been committed."

Tobias sat back up straighter, and relaxed. He felt as though the fox had drawn thoughts straight from his brain, and expressed them more eloquently than he could possibly have. He was certain he had hired the right attorney, and more confident he would get the acquittal he deserved.

The trial, as it proceeded, seemed to be going Tobias' way. The first two female victims were called, and told their stories of being forced up against walls by the inebriated dog -- which he thought little of, to the extent he could remember them. As he had hoped, the fox merely had to ask them three questions to all but clear Tobias:

"You have testified Mister Banes was quite intoxicated at the time, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you, at any time during the time in question, suggest that more intimate relationship would have been a good thing?"

"Well, he was --"

"-- Yes, or No."

"I -- I suppose technically, I--"

"In spite of the fact that you did not know him well, and he was intoxicated?"

"He seemed --"

"Yes, or No."

"... Yes."

"No further questions."

Each one made Tobias smile. It was just like shooting fish in a barrel. He'd be home by dinner time.

In fact, it was going so well, the prosecution asked for a 5 minutes recess, to change the order of witnesses! Once he got it, Tobias smiled up at his attorney -- but the fox did not react. When the judge was out of the room, the wolf-dog even looked over at the lion across the room and briefly gave his playful, sarcastic grin.

"Easy, Toby," insisted the fox. "You're not out of the woods yet. They're losing, but those five minutes suggest they have a trick up their sleeve."

That did make Tobias straighten up, but his heart still didn't believe it. He was untouchable; rape convictions almost never happened for a reason.

When court resumed, the prosecution decided to drop two of the charges, because the witnesses refused to testify. That made Tobias was even more optimistic -- but only for a brief moment, until the next witness was called.

"And now, Your Honor, I will call the next witness: Princess Kathrine."

Everyone, including Tobias, gasped. What...! She never said...! She never even suggested...! How! How could...!

For the first time, he actually was able to contemplate that his dick had gotten him into more trouble than he could dig himself out of.

Upon the witness stand, clearly holding back tears as she had been trained, she told a most terrible story, one astonishingly similar to the first two: she was at an event; she had no guards with her, as she wanted to mingle; she was approached by Tobias; she said they could talk, nothing more.

In private, he made a move on her; she said no, in a loud and clear voice; he talked about being her king, and then soiled her clothes with his ejaculate. She even added, when asked, that the impugning of the other two females by Tobias' attorney was deceptive and insulting to the character of all females.

And when she was done, she glared viciously at the defense attorney, daring him to give her the same treatment as her sisters.

To Tobias' silent horror, the fox just gulped, "no questions, Your Honor." And she stepped from the dock unscathed. But the most devastating blow was yet to come.

"Your Honor, I would call the final witness: Mister Matthew Montague." A tall white tiger walked in.

In spite of the fact he knew he was being watched, he couldn't help but smile and blush a little. There had certainly been no hesitation or feelings of shame when he'd done the elder male... but his reputation around town would, indeed, be suffering a blow. It was better than the Death Penalty, however.

The story of the innkeeper utterly horrified the judge. He described in explicit (though carefully chosen) detail how their relationship went: whenever Tobias could not get the female he wanted on one of his drunken escapades, he would sodomize him instead. This did not happen once or twice, but multiple times over the past three to four weeks.

Tobias grit his teeth. The old bastard had enjoyed it! There was no victimization going on, here! How could he sit here and lie about this! Well, not really lie...but how he said it, how he played to the audience, made it feel entirely different than it was. He threw a brief glance at the fox beside him: set his story straight. Tell everyone what was really going on.

The defense attorney began just as Tobias had hoped -- and even in a way more sneaky than Tobias would have done. "Mr. Montague, if this had been going on for weeks, why did you not report it to the police? And my I remind you," he emphasized, when the tiger opened his mouth to speak, "that you are under oath, and that perjury is a very, very serious crime."

He hesitated before reluctantly answering: "Because I did not enjoy it any less than he did."

"I object!" roared the lion. "Irrelevant!"

"On the contrary, Your Honor," claimed the fox, "I am trying to establish the credibility, or lack thereof, of this witness."

"The charge against Mr. Banes is Sodomy, Your Honor," the prosecutor shot back, "which is a crime defined by the perpetrator, not the victim. He is trying to paint the victim as a criminal without a trial!"

"Mr. Montague," interrupted the red-robed cat, "have you ever been found guilty of a crime against the crown? And may I remind you, you are under oath."

"Never, Your Honor."

"Then that is sufficient 'credibility' for me. Objection sustained."

The defense attorney was quite surprised -- but knew better than to argue with a judge. "Then, no further questions," he sighed, and returned to his seat.

Tobias' heart sank.

The closing statements did not deviate from the opening ones. The prosecution told the judge that the pattern was clear predation from a depraved mind. The Defense attorney claimed the "pattern" was drunken mistakes -- even the Crown Princess, whose heritage, he added, should have been more clearly marked.

And then, the judge left to deliberate the verdict.

The following 10 minutes was Tobias staring at his fate, hanging invisibly before him by a thread as the crowd behind him resumed their speaking prior to the proceeding.

His attorney said something to him, but he couldn't hear it. The fear that gripped him was blocking his ears, only able to concentrate on the fact that the evidence against him was far worse than it should have been, because of bad luck. He was innocent, innocent, innocent, he thought; as if willing his innocence could cause the thought to penetrate the judge's chambers, and enter his mind.

But upon the judge's return, the verdict was not that. He found Tobias guilty of all charges, including the sodomy charge.

"Does the defendant have anything to say?" asked the cat.

Tobias was paralyzed, as his brain tried to process it. He was so certain he would walk away from this. In his heart, he knew he had done nothing terrible...

"Nothing that has not already been said, Your Honor," his attorney jumped in after Tobias' dazed silence lasted more than five seconds.

"Since the Convict shows no remorse," assessed the judge, "then the prosecution's position is most compelling. Tobias Banes is hereby sentenced to Death by Grievous Suffering."

At the red robed judge's command, Tobias was taken away by the guards. And then, as he left the courtroom, his eyes clouded with silent tears.

Part II: The Execution

It was only a couple of hours after his trial, that his execution was scheduled. Tobias barely even had time to say farewell to his tail-chasing friends before he was taken away, to... a cave, that seemed to get darker and larger as he was marched deep beneath the earth.

What he found at the end was not a gallows or a guillotine, but something worse. Tobias nearly pissed himself, when he saw, eyes still adjusting to the pitch black, the form of a tremendous lizard.

Drakkar was sleeping peacefully in his cave, when he heard the entryway open. It was the entryway the that the little ones always used. He waited until he could smell them, and then, without moving, he opened one eye, giving both of them a heart attack. One wore armor, one was completely naked. It was obvious who was going to be on his docket for the evening.

He sat up, going from 20 feet long and 5 feet high to 15 feet long and 10 feet high. "Who have we today?" asked Drakkar, his voice so deep with rumbles and hisses, it formed an accent which was different from any other speaker of the language.

"Tobias Banes," stated the guard, himself more than a little nervous.

"And what has he done?" asked the dragon's deep voice.

"Multiple rapes and sodomy," answered the guard.

"Ho ho ho," growled the dragon with a rumble in the back of his throat, "has he ever received Sodomy before?"

Tobias was too terrified and too embarrassed to answer.

"You are already dead," stated the guard, a little angst in his voice, "what secrets need you keep now? Tell him. For both our sakes."

"...yes," Tobias squeaked out, barely audible.

Drakkar, fortunately had very sensitive ears. "Well... you will die happy, then. Put him in the stocks."

Tobias gasped, and suddenly started to struggle. Drakkar couldn't help but give a wicked grin, imagining what Tobias must be imagining.

"What!?" Tobias screamed, as the thought of what would happen to him arrived in his mind, "No! No! Please NO!" He struggled against the restraints, trying to pull control of his chains from the guard.

"You were sentenced to Grievous Harm!" shouted the guard, "and either you can die his way, or you can bleed to death!" He drew out his sword, and put it to the wolf-dog's neck. The visceral terror caused by the gesture made Tobias immediately stop -- and then fall to his knees, and start crying.

Drakkar ignored the tears of his next victim, having seen it all before. He just watched the guard drag the bound Tobias through the earth on the floor of the hollow, over to the lonely set of stocks that was in the shadow of his belly. He watched the guard struggle to pull Tobias' neck into the collar, which continually tried to escape it.

"No, please, I don't deserve to die! PLEASE!" Tobias wailed.

Drakkar waited until Tobias was securely in the stocks, before commanding, "now, leave us, and return in the morning."

The guard walked out, back the way he came. Tobias' eyes hopefully followed the guard out of the cave, until the door shut. A whimper escaped his muzzle as his mood faded into utter despair, as he was entombed with the dragon -- for the rest of his short life.

"It is fairly dark in this room," observed the deep voice of Drakkar, "have your eyes adjusted yet?" He reached his long arm around the stocks to the far side, placing his open palm in front of Tobias' nose.

"Gah!" Tobias exclaimed, "Y-yes...please, please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

The dragon stopped, and withdrew his hand. "Anything? Really?"

"Yes! Anything! I don't want to die!"

"Well... you know, what I really want... is to sodomize you."

Tobias gulped, but fell silent. Drakkar created a quiet, deep vibration of pleasure, deep in his chest. It only seemed to amplify his voice.

"You fool," he thundered. "Why do you think that His Majesty would have made a deal with me, were I not taken care of? That is the deal he struck. Whenever he wants a criminal executed by Grievous Harm, I sodomize them... and, almost every time, they die. And most are quite happy about it."

"Impossible... not happy...," Tobias whined. "h-how...I can't, there's..."

But the dragon began to answer his question with one digit of the same hand that had threatened him a moment ago.

"...y-you can't possibly...aaah! My ass!"

Drakkar pushed the digit that touched him in, just a little.

Tobias yelled much more loudly than the actual discomfort Drakkar caused would have suggested.

"Oh, Sorry," he teased, "let me lubricate it first." He withdrew, just as quickly, and Tobias sucked in his breath, rapidly, and trembled in the stocks.

Drakkar took his tongue, which was quite thin, but more cat-like than lizard-like, and licked the tailhole of Tobias with it.

Tobias shuddered - shockingly, that had actually felt... no, he dared not think it. This was rape. Molestation, at best. Even in his dealings with Matthew, he was on top; he was the Male, not the Female. But all it took to make him loose focus on his frustrations was a second lick. And a third. And a fourth.

Pretty soon, his tail stayed up on its own, without the dragon's snout pushing it. And had the restraints allowed him, he'd have been pushing back.

"Very good," growled Drakkar, "you are learning. Now, let's try again with the -- what you call, Sodomy."

Tobias was still terrified, but the feelings of fear were somewhat reduced by the waves of excitement he still felt.

The licking had made Drakkar somewhat excited, enough so that his special cock began to emerge slowly, like a snake or a worm crawling out from a flap near the base of his tail. It was warm, beating softly with his heart, and naturally slick. Drakkar didn't think he was that large compared to other dragons... but because he was large compared to everyone he stuck it into, that didn't matter.

All it took to make Tobias react again was the end of this soft organ, growing and expanding slowly, to barely touch the edge of Tobias' tailhole, carefully controlled by his prehensile muscles.

Tobias flinched at the touch. "No! No, please!" he cried.

But Drakkar just growled. "You know the natural male urge," he threatened, "once you start..."

And the cock quickly pushed its way inside the pucker.

Tobias wailed in terror and disgust, struggling as much as his bonds allowed him.

Drakkar just rumbled a little, deep from inside his chest, as the pink worm continued to grow, more and more of its length coming up from his flap, and crawling deeper and deeper into Tobias. First it was two inches inside. Then three. Then four. Tobias didn't seem all that tight, but the shifting walls of the tube being entered made Drakkar feel good -- and that was enough to keep the pink flesh coming.

Tobias knew this was supposed to hurt, horribly... but it didn't. Instead, all he knew what that it was just... weird. Being The Girl, wasn't supposed to feel like this. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't pain either. But whatever it was, he was no longer straining at his bonds.

At least, until that is Drakkar's dick hit a corner of his colon, sending a sudden shock through him as his guts cramped. He grunted.

"Sorry," Drakkar murmured, lost in another world entirely.

It took several minutes of the worm slithering around, particularly around that corner Tobias could feel, before it seemed to stop, and just pulse there.

"Ahhhhh," sighed Drakkar. "Wonderful. Your body is just wonderful, Tobias. So warm..."

Those words were a lot more chilling to hear coming from somewhere other than his own mouth.

"Now, fair is fair. Because I'm going to be pleased at your expense, the least I can do is give you one last moment of pleasure. Don't you think?" Before Tobias could answer, Drakkar's hand reached out... but this time, rather than Tobias' head, his giant palm began to gently massage Tobias' balls.

Tobias moaned - but it wasn't a moan of displeasure. Not at all. He lifted up on the balls of his feet...actually enjoying the sensation. And for the first time, he did not care how he was reacting. He was dead anyway -- and nobody but his killer could see him acting like a slut.

"Gooood booooy," rumbled Drakkar, who was specifically referring to the fact that Tobias' tailhole was clenching a little along with his other muscles. "You keep pleasing me, I keep pleasing you."

Tobias' eyes rolled back up into his skull, and his body finally relaxed, submitting to this...bizarre, impossible, and yet divine feeling. He didn't want it to stop. His body was nearing the point of full excitement, as his cock was starting to produce precum.

The more Drakkar pleased him, the more he pleased Drakkar. The dragon found it wonderful, and mutually beneficial... while it would last. Because, after one more squeeze, he felt that stage two of his arousal was beginning; one that his victim would enjoy far less.

"If you love it so much," he growled, trying to get Tobis to finish before stage two started, "you had better ejaculate now, or I will stop." To try and help him, he started rubbing Tobias faster as his dick became slick with precum.

Tobias's panting increased in pace, his breathing became heavier - and with a quick one-two twitch of leg, he howled, blowing his load on the giant palm that was rubbing him. But he knew, in the back of his mind, his seed belonged in...in one of his females. Not spent and wasted like this. But still, it was hard to concentrate on that, because he still so wonderful.

Tobias' orgasm, however, had sent a bunch of little squeezes down his guts, especially around his tailhole. And they had coaxed the acceleration of stage two, sending Drakkars' blood pressure in his nether regions higher. This caused some extra blood -- and the bubbles of Nitrogen it contained -- up through his dick, making it slowly expand -- and firm up.

"You have been pleased, Tobias," growled the dragon, with another chest rumble of pleasure, "and so, now, it is my turn."

Were it better lit, Drakkar would have seen Tobias start to look worse. He could feel the wolf mutt tense his gut around the member inside of him, and begin to struggle against what Drakkar felt as the grip of Tobias' guts getting tighter.

But one snag, in particular, would have to be worked out: that corner. He felt the tissue start to resist him, trying to keep its shape. It wasn't long before he could feel and hear Tobias try to twist his body, as though he could find a position that didn't bend, or dislodge the dragon's dick from so deep inside. But his struggles were in vain. As with all of his victims, they soon led to cries and whines, growing in volume, as the pressure on the corner grew, until...

Tobias let out a blood-curdling scream, and Drakkar's cock suddenly unbent into its straight shape.

Tobias screamed for another minute or so, as Drakkar felt Tobias' entrails adjust to the dragon dick's liking... and then, went silent, just gasping. He was trying to stay conscious through the pain.

"Please, please stop," the mutt gasped in a whiny voice. "I'll do anything, anything... let me live..."

"I'm afraid," sighed Drakkar, only ten feet but an entire world away, "even if I stopped you would bleed to death."

"Oh... Gods... please have mercy... I am young... and strong... why me...," he whimpered, tears still rushing from his eyes. "I'll never do it again... ever... just give me a chance..."

After very little more complaining from the barely conscious Tobias, and more stretching of the guts around Drakkar, the dragon's cock completed its inflation: 4 inches thicker, and completely straight, having straightened out one corner of guts with it.

"We are almost there... but first, a rather unfortunate situation has arisen. Your guards caught me after a nap, so I can't actually complete my pleasure until I pee."

"Oh Gods no!...Please, just let me die... let me die!" he sobbed. His voice made it clear he had given up on any hope... and was just trying to preserve some dignity for the afterlife.

"You were the one who said you'd do anything. Well, you're going to. Just relax..."

And with a long exhale from Drakkar, the flow of urine deep from within the dragon's belly began, squirting fairly quickly up his long shaft, and into Tobias' limp body.

"Please no..." the dog moaned, weakly. "please --" And then, words failed him, dissolving into groans. "ohhhh...It burns...s-stop..." he whined.

Drakkar felt a couple of spasms run down the mutt's body, as the guts reacted to the volume of hot liquid being poured inside. But he wasn't stopping. He felt the urge, and wanted it satisfied. Besides, he was sure Tobias could hold it all, based on his previous victims -- no matter how large the amount seemed to them. "Ungh...please, no more! I'm going to explode!" Tobias begged.

"Oh, no you won't. I don't have to pee all that bad. It's just one or two gallons."

"Two gallons!..." weakly cried Tobias. And not long after, gave another long cry out, with what little voice he had left.

"Oh you are such a complainer. I'm not even straining you, trust me." Just then, he felt the guts around him shift. "Your body will adapt in just a few minutes. Give it time."

But the spasms did not get better. Rather, they got worse.

By the time Drakkar was empty two minutes later, he could feel the dogs insides had stretched to accommodate the volume of liquid.

"Kill me!" cried the dog once more, the tension in his voice showing that his internal pains were constant.

"Soon, Tobias. Soon," rumbled Drakkar pleasantly, "but first... I get to be pleased. You have had your turn, and now, I will have mine."

Those words were enough horror that, coupled with the pain, Tobias fell unconscious.

With a couple puffs of Drakkar's chest, the fluid-filled dick deep inside Tobias started pulsing. With his victim unconscious, he could now focus on the intense sensations running around on the surface of his sensitive flesh. The guts' grip seemed to follow the chain of pulses Drakkar felt around his dick, and it was incredibly stimulating. Enough so that it, by itself, managed to activate the muscles that were responsible for pumping seed deep inside him.

He could feel the heat and pressure preparing him for a tremendous orgasm, as was always the case. He adjusted himself a little, being careful to avoid injuring his dick (and not nearly carefully enough to keep Tobias from suffering more), and prepare for the orgasm.

He took ahold of Tobias' head, and with a twist, made sure Tobias would never awaken. But more importantly, it also triggered his orgasm.

Because when the wolf-dog departed, his body became quite upset, and started spasming wildly; spasms far stronger than any he could have made while alive, because of the pain. And it was now, knowing that there was no more pain left in Torias' body, that Drakkar lustily started humping a little.

And he was so stimulated, and the body around him so tight, that it took only seconds for him to orgasm, his roar echoing throughout the cave as the cum pumped out into the lifeless body.

Once it was all finished, he let himself soften and deflate, and withdrew, happy as always to be of service to the crown. And with an orgasm like that, there was only one thing to do next: take another nap.

The End.