The General's Punishment

Wynter glanced up at the beautiful blue skies above her head, frowning slightly as she noticed the edge of a storm front rolling over the Eastern mountains, a few cracks of lightning visible in the air. She made a mental note to order the men to shore up the stables for the upcoming days, the old wooden buildings often suffering in hard storms. The sunlight gleamed off of the wolf's light brown fur, her appearance only made more regal by her attire: a light suit of armour decorated with all manner of golden and silver touches and details, draped in luxurious fabrics in deep reds and purples. From just a glance, one could see Wynter's high rank in the military, having attained the distinction of being a general rather early in her career. Of course, it wasn't solely the strategic mastery and the bravery in battle that had earned her that rank, her unique set of abilities helped in that as well. The canine was distracted from her sky gazing as her mount gently prodded her on the back, stepping next to her, 
"Trying to read your fortunes from the clouds?" 
"If all that divination drivel were to be real, I'd say it's looking very bad. Thankfully, I'm not a believer in any of that. Find anything interesting, Anna?" 
The feral snow lynx sniffed the air for a moment, pawing at the ground, 
"No, nothing. Someone's been here, but the scents and marks so far deep into the forest get too messy to make any sense of them, at least this late after it's all happened."
"Oh well, I'm sure it's all just rumours and hearsay. I'd think at least one of the soldiers around the fortress would've noticed armed people coming and going around here. Good work anyways." 
Wynter pet her companion, the feline leaning against her hand and purring lightly as she scratched the large beast. The wolf was a member of the Beast Guard, a small organisation working in tandem with the kingdom's military. All members of the Beast Guard were born with the ability to form deep connections to some feral animals, the beasts able to develop in intelligence and even be able to speak after some time of strengthening the link. No one understood how exactly the process worked, there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason as to who would develop the abilities of a Beast Guard, or which animals would be able to connect with one. Wynter was one of the rare few who started noticing something awakening in her as a young child, being quickly taken by the Beast Guard to help her train. She was paired with her ally, the snow lynx, when she was just 12 and Anna was only a tiny cub. Through the years, the two grew closer and closer, strengthening their bonds until they were absolutely inseparable, winning their first battle when Wynter was 16 years of age. Beast Guards were often used in specialist roles, whether it be in infiltration, scouting, or flanking, but most members of the organisation would quickly rise up the ranks of the military, a member of the Guard even traditionally serving as the personal advisor to the throne. They were very few and far between however, less than a hundred existing at once in the entirety of the kingdom. 

As the general pet her faithful companion, Anna's ears suddenly perked up, both girls glancing in the direction of the path that they had arrived from, the clinking and clanking of several armoured men approaching. Wynter quickly hopped up onto her steed's back, sitting on a light saddle as Anna began sprinting towards the ruckus, eager to investigate. They soon came across a group of three soldiers from the nearby fortress that the general was in charge of, one of the men waving her down. She stopped in front of the group, waiting for a second before raising an eyebrow at them, 
"Is this how you greet your superiors?" 
The three glanced at each other, one of them mumbling something before they all bowed in a salute. The reputation of Beast Guards wasn't exactly great amongst the ranks of most soldiers, a mix of viewing their odd skills as unnatural or even born of devilry, as well as the fact that so many of them would rise so quickly to positions of power. After getting a proper greeting, even if it was a reluctant one, Wynter spoke again, 
"Well then, what's the matter?" 
"There's something that requires your urgent attention back at the fortress, ma'am."
"And what exactly is this 'something'?" 
"I'm sorry ma'am, we were only told that it was highly sensitive information, for you and only you to know."
She sighed and glanced towards the fortress in the distance, the large towers of it casting shadows in the forest, 
"Very well. I'll ride on ahead, you may return to your posts. Dismissed."
The canine didn't notice how the men looked at her as she rode onwards, sneers and grins shared among the soldiers as she disappeared down the small path. It wasn't long until she was nearing the gates of the fortress, Anna's lightning fast speed making short work of the distance. She saw a large group of guardsmen all huddled in front of the entrance, the men immediately turning to her as she arrived. She noticed that they all had their weapons unsheathed and at the ready, her gaze immediately scanning both the forest as well as the fortress itself for any possible enemies as she dismounted amid the group, 
"What's going on here, what's got you all so spooked?" 
The guard closest to her smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, 
"Sorry about this, your majesty, but I'm afraid we're gonna have to make some adjustments to the leadership around here, by the King's decree!" 
Before she had the chance to react, several of the men were already on her, mobbing her and holding onto her limbs as one brandished a heavy wooden club, bringing it directly down onto her head, the blow knocking her onto the ground. Her head spinning, she muttered and blinked, her vision blurry. She could see the snow lynx getting a similar treatment, being brought to the ground and knocked out. Just before she lost consciousness, a few of the guards looked down at her, poking her belly with their swords, 
"Is she alive still?" 
"Oh, she's fine, this one has a real hard skull. Load her up! The lieutenant is gonna be very happy with this~!" 
The world started to darken and slip away as she passed out, her limp body picked up and dragged off. 

Wynter felt herself rocking back and forth, her own drool staining her cheeks as she grabbed her head and groaned, wiping her muzzle as she tried to rise up to her feet, her eyes still blurry and unfocused. Her attempt was stopped as she suddenly hit her head on some sort of a low ceiling, the wolf moaning in confusion, groping around. Her vision finally started to clear up after a few seconds, finding iron bars surrounding her on all sides. She was inside of a small cage, barely enough space for her to lay down, a group of soldiers carrying her across the courtyard of the fortress, several other soldiers watching and cheering on the events. Still dazed, she looked at her side, seeing Anna being carried in a similar cage, the beast still lying unconscious. She grabbed at the bars and pushed her muzzle out, yelling at her friend, 
"Anna! Anna! Wake up Anna, are you alright!?" 
One of the men walking alongside her swatted at her face, pushing her back inside with an annoyed grunt, 
"Shut it you demonic wench!" 
"What is this? I demand you put me down and release me!" 
"Your time of giving orders around here is at its end woman, so shut your trap already!" 
She reached for her waist to draw a blade, finding all of her armaments completely missing, even the backup dagger she had hidden in her boot. She yelled at the soldier again, grabbing the cage and shaking it, 
"Where are you taking me? What is going on!?" 
"Oh, you'll see soon enough. You and your cursed little pet. You'll both get your dues!" 
He laughed as the group carried the two women through the main entrance of the fortress, heading inside. Wynter noticed that Anna was stirring awake, the feline grunting and staggering back and forth before finally opening her eyes, an immediate look of fury and fire on her face as she growled and hissed, looking down at the soldiers carrying her, 
"Anna, are you okay?" 
She looked at her master, a brief moment of relief washing over her face at seeing Wynter still in one piece before the anger returned, 
"I'm fine, if not damned with a great headache. What is happening?!" 
"I don't know, but I think we're about to find out."

Wynter groaned as she got thrown around from side to side, her small cage shaking around while being carried by the men, her arms and legs soon cramping from being forced into the awkward position with no space to stretch or even change her posture. She noticed that the two of them were being carted down towards the basement of the fortress, a deep unease starting to build deep in her belly, every step taken by the soldiers nearing the last place she wanted to be taken to at that moment. Her worst fears were confirmed as a pair of guards pulled open a pair of large old wooden doors, an immediate stench of sodden ground and slight rot hitting the wolf's sensitive nose: the soldiers were transporting her and her companion to the dungeons. The nicely carved and finished walls quickly turned into rough stone and half rotted support beams, water slowly seeping through the stone, shadows dancing across the dusty ground as lit lanterns and torches flickered. Wynter had never been a fan of the dungeons, usually spending as little time there as possible, and not just because of the damp and stale smell. Only the worst of the worst were brought into the fortress' dungeon, the more small time criminals and thieves being taken care of by the modest cell building in the nearby town. In addition to hosting the lowest sort of people around, the dungeons were also used for all sorts of interrogations, using any means possible to extract valuable information. The general was deeply squeamish when it came to torture and such, not seeing it as very prideful and much preferring combat in the field when it came to spilling blood, but she did have to admit that even torture had its place, many valuable and necessary victories secured by coaxing secret information out from the maws of unwilling songbirds. She was never the one to carry the interrogations out however, the fortress holding a host of people specialising in such things. One of said specialists was the lieutenant, the second in command of the stronghold, a man that the wolf feared she might see very soon.

The two ladies were heaved into one of the interrogation rooms, the cages set down on the hard floor. The soldiers walked out, leaving the duo to take in the surroundings and stew in their dread as they tried to struggle against the bars of the cages. The room was filled with all sorts of devices to help pry information from any poor bastard trapped within, several different racks and frames to hold them still, a table very carefully lined with tools both magical and basic. Wynter looked at the feline pawing and kicking at the cage's locked door, a look of desperation on Anna's face, 
"It's going to be alright Anna, we'll get through this, like we always do. Nothing has stopped us yet."
The two shared an optimistic look just as the door to the torture chamber opened once more, a trio of men stepping inside. The first two through the door were soldiers, one a muscled dragon and the other a sly cat with saber-teeth, both looking down at the trapped pair with a mixture of disgust and anticipation. They stood at attention as the final man walked inside, a raccoon whose uniform was much more decorated and carefully maintained. He nodded at the soldiers, the two breaking their attention and taking a more relaxed stance as he squatted down next to Wynter's cage, grinning widely, 
"Well hello there, 'general'. Enjoying your stay in our dungeon~?" 
"Norman! What is this?! I demand that you let me and Anna out, immediately!" 
The rivalry between lieutenant Norman and Wynter had never been a big secret, the raccoon very much sharing his men's opinion on Beast Guards, disliking having to be ordered around by one. He stood up and slowly walked over to the table, pulling a letter out from his breast pocket and folding it out, showing it to the caged women, 
"As of this morning, the previous King of our bellowed kingdom has willingly succeeded his throne to our new King: his majesty Fredrik the first. His first act as the regent was to decree the order of the Beast Guard to be dismantled, and all members of it to be captured and sent to the capitol for imprisonment."
"What!? This is a travesty! There's no reason for any of that!" 
"The order of the Beast Guard stands accused of plotting against the crown, as as a member so do you. And your little pet there. I'm sure the King's court mages are already thinking of everything they'd like to study and research about you, they've already sent the wagons to collect you. However… "
The lieutenant set down the letter and looked down at the set of torture tools on the table, picking up a crop whip, 
"... I think that you'd be a lot easier for them to handle if I broke you first~!"

Norman nodded at his men, the two soldiers nearing the pair of frightened ladies. The dragon first unlocked the heavy padlock holding Wynter's cage shut, the wolf pushing the door open and desperately trying to get out while fighting back against the pair of guards grabbed onto her, the former general's struggling not achieving much, her empty fists simply bouncing off of the soldiers' armoured chests as they laughed. One man holding firmly onto her right arm and the other gripping her left arm, she was dragged off to the side of the room, pushed against a heavy X-shaped wooden frame, straps looped around the frame and connected to the stone wall behind. Her arms and feet were forced into the loops before they were pulled closed, the rope tightening around her wrists and ankles until she could barely move even an inch. She was trapped with her arms and legs spread apart, feeling absolutely exposed and defenseless already, the old wood not budging at all no matter how much she tried to wriggle or pull against her restraints. Finally tired, she went limp and panted, Norman stepping next to her and gently grabbing her chin, lifting her head up, 
"Don't be like that, general, that's just pathetic. You also wouldn't want to miss this~" 
He nodded once more as all three of the males grinned in unison, the crowd unable to hold back his devilish giggling as he quickly bolted over to a large chest, opening it up and pulling out a rack. He placed it down in the middle of the room as the dragon pinned it in place with iron loops and nails, the stand finally ready to use. It was a frame similar to the one that Wynter was strapped into, except this one was mostly horizontal, a large bar to hold a feral beast on. She realised what was going on, her expression heartbroken as she watched the two soldiers approaching Anna's cage. The feline hissed and swatted at the men, their protected hands not caring much about her claws as she was dragged out and forced down against the frame, rope holding her body against it in several places while her four feet were tied down on the ground. 

With both of the females properly and securely tied down in place, Norman got to work on breaking the pair down, deciding to start his endeavour with the wolf. He stepped right up to her, grabbing onto her chest with both hands as she groaned and tried to move away, a big grin on his face, 
"There you go, drink it all in Wynter! The sooner you realise that you're in an absolute hopeless situation and submit to me, the faster it'll all be over~" 
"N… no! Get… away from me!" 
"You'll submit, one way or another."
He slipped his right hand down to his waist, pulling out a large gutting knife, brandishing it only a hair away from Wynter's head, the wolf staring at it with shaky breaths. He laughed and moved it downwards, grabbing onto her leather armour with one hand and carefully piercing it, making sure not to cut too deep and hit her. The king requested all Beast Guards be delivered alive, though Wynter didn't need to know that. He slashed the top piece of armour apart right down the middle, ripping it off of her body, leaving only a light pair of cloth to cover her tits. The raccoon did the same with her pants, cutting them off of her and letting the regal attire fall onto the dirty ground, the wolf shivering slightly, partly due to the cold underground air and partly out of pure fear. He tossed the knife aside before grabbing the riding crop back up, using it to tickle and stroke her thighs as he slowly pulled off the rest of her coverings, leaving her body completely nude for all three males to ogle at. Norman smirked as he quickly wound up the crop whip, bringing it down against Wynter's thigh with a crack, the impact making her yelp from pain,
"You're worthless, inferior! You don't deserve the pride of doing the King's bidding!" 
He smacked her with the whip again and again, hitting her on her belly, her arms, her legs, and her breasts, welts quickly appearing wherever he struck. She winced and cried out, sobbing lightly as he gingerly stroked her clit with the tip of the whip, 
"Admit it, you're weak! Weak and useless!" 
Wynter hung her head and cried, aching all over while jolts of pleasure shot through her groin whenever the raccoon tickled her slit. Unhappy with her silence, he lifted up the crop once more and aimed carefully, smacking it right against her clit. She screamed as loud as she could, shaking and bursting into tears, her tail wrapped around her leg in an attempt to cover herself. Norman lifted her head up, prodding her pussy again with the leather whip, her voice shaking in fear and pain as she finally whimpered,
"I'm… I'm weak… I'm useless…" 
Happy with her admission, the lieutenant set down the whip and playfully patted her on the cheek. 

With the breaking of the former general well underway, the raccoon decided to start his second phase of the torture, grinning as he glanced down at the angry feral growling at him, 
"You know, there's not a lot of women around here in the fortress, at least not many that would be willing to sleep with most of the soldiers here. That has left many of my men in a very cumbersome situation, most of them spending months if not years without the touch of a woman. These two soldiers here are among those, and since they have excelled in their duties recently, I've decided to reward them with some of those pleasures."
At the cue, both of the guards pulled down their leg coverings enough to let their erect cocks flop out, the dragon grabbing his dick and slowly massaging his knot as the cat stroked his shaft. The two walked over to the tied up beast, the dragon kneeling behind her while the other soldier took position in front of her head, the snow lynx trying to bite and claw as best as she could, 
"Get away from me! Don't you dare!"
The male feline only grinned at her anger, quickly grabbing onto the upper part of her muzzle with one hand and her jaw with the other, prying her maw open as he pushed his dick inside, pulling her head down against his crotch and moaning as his tip slid against her tongue and right down her throat, her hissing and furious yelling muffled. At the same time, the dragon grabbed the tip of Anna's tail and brought it up to her back, tucking it under one of the ropes to get it out of the way while he roughly thumbed her feral cunt, giving a gruff laugh as he sunk the digit inside of her warm slit. The penetration made her struggle and pull against the rack, the ropes keeping her body still and the cat's strong hands keeping her head pressed against his dick. The scalie spit onto his hand before slathering the saliva onto his member, poking his tip at her entrance and grabbing the lynx's back legs, getting into a steady position before finally thrusting in. 

Anna tried to yell as her pussy was suddenly forced open by the dragon's girth, but her throat was already stuffed full of feline dick, her tongue grinding against the cat's ballsack as he moaned and chuckled. Wynter watched on in horror, the closest thing she had ever had to a sister being raped from all sides directly in front of her, unable to do anything to help. She tried to look away but Norman didn't allow it, wanting her to witness every last second of the fucking, grabbing her muzzle and pointing her head back at the scene happening before the two. The dragon rammed his cock into Anna with everything he had, grunting with every thrust, her cunt being gaped much further than she had ever experienced in her life. Though he might've preferred the slit of an anthro rather than a feral animal, he couldn't deny that the snow lynx' tight and silky soft pussy walls felt absolutely incredible, especially after a long tour with no visits back to his wife. He crammed his dick as deep as he could get it, giving the animal a hard slap on her hind, making her jump as he laughed. The cat had Anna's muzzle stuffed right against his crotch, the tip of his dick stroking the back of her throat with every thrust. He enjoyed watching her eyes go from burning fury to feeble terror as he fucked her face, the beast's proud strutting around the decorated halls of the fortress having thoroughly annoyed him for many moons. He was the first to cum, leaning down on top of the feline's head as he groaned and shot his load down into her belly, her whines quickly changing into gurgling and sputtering as his cum filled her mouth, spurting out of her nose and down the sides of her muzzle before he pulled out, resting his shaft directly on her nose and shooting the rest of his seed all over her face and head. Very close behind, the dragon forced his knot inside of Anna's pussy, her pained screams reaching their peak as he pushed inside, moaning while his sperm poured into her womb. With the other soldier tied to the feral's slit, the feline stuffed his dick back inside of her maw, his hands still holding it open. His half chubbed shaft sat on top of her tongue as he relaxed himself, closing his eyes and huffing, a stream of urine suddenly shooting from his tip. Not ready for the piss, she choked and coughed as she tried to swallow it, the white fur around her muzzle rapidly staining yellow as the golden liquid overflowed and streamed down her lips, soaking into her chest. The cat grinned at his own personal chamber pot, finishing off his stream before wiping his cock on her cheek and finally letting go of her head, the lynx spitting up whatever remained in her muzzle before taking a deep breath. 

While Wynter was forced to watch her closest companion getting violated and abused, Norman slowly rolled his hand down her naked side, brushing his fingers through her soft fur, grabbing handfuls of her belly and tits, his own pants starting to tent up. She tried to hold back her tears as she whimpered, 
"Please… just stop…" 
"Stop? We haven't even started yet~" 
Despite the wolf's whining and begging, the lieutenant dropped his exploring hand down to her cunt, slowly massaging the slit and thumbing her clit as he moaned, his other hand working on undoing his pants, pulling his dick out. He pushed his rod between her legs, teasing her by slowly pushing just his tip in and out of her pussy lips, the former general squirming around and trying to stop the inevitable from happening. He gripped her neck and jaw just as he finally pushed inside, enjoying her squeals and cries as he moaned, her walls gripping his length like a vise. Every thrust from him momentarily made the pitch of her screaming just slightly higher, the fur around her pussy lips starting to drip with her juices. He laughed as he quickly rubbed her clit, smearing the sticky liquids all over her crotch, 
"Would you look at this~! You must be loving this, you're as wet as a mare in heat~" 
"No… no!" 
Norman pushed her muzzle up before kissing her, forcing his tongue inside of her maw, licking all around her mouth as Wynter moaned and mumbled in protest. He held onto her hips as he let out one final grunt, driving his large girth inside of her cunt, filling her up as his seed poured into her, the warm feeling of his cum shooting deep into her womb making her shake in despair, sobbing as he yanked his cock out mid orgasm. He pushed his dick against her belly and let the rest of his cum spurt out all over her fur, painting her beautiful brown hairs with generous ropes of sticky white. 

Norman huffed and wiped his brow as he stepped away from the abused wolf, grinning as he watched his cum slowly leaking from her creampied slit, trailing down her legs. He put away his cock before going over to the table of tools he had prepared earlier, picking out a pair of heavy collars. The collars were both made out of metal, a slight electric sheen to them. He opened one of them up and slipped it around Anna's neck before closing it and securing it with a lock, giving it a few tugs to make sure it was on nice and tight. The collar was heavy and snug enough for it to be uncomfortable to even wear, let alone moving your head around, but the snow lynx also felt something odd all over her body as soon as the metal made contact with her, the beast's hair standing on end as she tried to figure out what had been done to her. Norman next approached Wynter, forcing the other collar on her neck and snapping it closed, the enchanted piece having an immediate and obvious effect on the wolf. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped as she suddenly hunched over as best as she could while trapped to the wooden frame, her legs straining to close. She howled in pleasure as a squirt of her juices splattered onto the stone ground, the three men watching in amusement and laughing as she wriggled around, having an intense orgasm. Though the physical feeling was highly pleasant, the group of soldiers and her closest companion watching her in the middle of a very intimate moment caused her to blush, her body starting to calm down just as a second wave hit her, another orgasm making her throw her head back. The second orgasm was followed by a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth, giving her no time to breathe or recuperate, the pleasure quickly changing into pain from the overstimulation. Norman gently tapped the metal collar as she moaned loudly, 
"As you probably could've guessed, I had one of the mages tinker around a little bit with this collar. I didn't want to ask him why exactly he knew how to enchant an object in this manner, but I did know that it could definitely come in handy down here. Would you like me to take it off?"
Barely able to talk, Wynter groaned, 
"Please… t… take it… off!" 
"I can do that… but only if you're a good and obedient little whore~" 

Letting Wynter suffer for a little while longer, the raccoon took his time on undoing the bindings holding her against the wooden frame, her face twisted in a grimace as she felt her hands shaking, her crotch completely soaked in her own nectar. The two ropes around wrists being cut, she fell down onto the floor, trying to get up but flopping back down in a fit of moans and pants, Norman laughing as he kicked her over onto her back. He whistled at one of his men, the cat bringing out a small decorated wooden box, placing it next to the bound lynx. The lieutenant squatted down beside Wynter, petting her on the head, 
"You do as I say, and I give you the key to that collar. Agreed?" 
She nodded weakly, slowly and shakily trying to get up to her feet, only managing to get onto all fours. He kicked the box over to her, nodding towards Anna's backside,
"Make your feral friend here cum, and I'll do as I promised. I'll even let her out from that rack."
She looked over at the feline in a mixture of pain and desperation, Anna pleading with her, 
"Wynter, you don't have to do this, please!" 
She thought about her options before another wave of stimulation washed over her, the wolf's tail flopping up onto her back as if she was in heat, her hands and feet nearly giving out. She shook her head, grabbing the box and crawling over to Anna's flank, 
"I'm sorry… but I can't…" 

Wynter grabbed the carved lid of the box, recognising it very well, another pang of shame shooting through her, knowing that the soldiers had gone through her bedroom and taken the box from underneath her bed. She opened it up to see a large equine dildo, a few gemstones enchanted to buzz and vibrate, and a couple pairs of small clamps. She first grabbed one of the stones, pressing it against the cat's clit, slowly rubbing it in circles. Anna closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan, not able to cover her nethers in any way as her tail was still trapped in the rack. Wynter continued the gentle massaging until another orgasm caused her to nearly pass out from the exhaustion and the pain, her aching body begging for it to stop. Needing her friend to cum much faster, she grabbed another gemstone, slipping the vibrating toy inside of the lynx's pink slit, keeping the other one on the clitoris. Anna seemed to be pleasured, but she didn't seem any closer to an orgasm, the desperation growing in the wolf's belly as she took out both the stones, knowing she'd have to resort to something much more drastic, 
"I'm so sorry about this Anna.." 
She grabbed the clamps and snapped several of them around the feline's nipples, finishing with one on Anna's clit, the cat shaking and screaming while Wynter pulled out the huge dildo. She lined it up with the feral's pussy lips, shoving it inside, the dragon's work on gaping and lubricating the hole doing enough to allow the horse cock to slide all the way to the base. She tried her best with the toys, holding one of the vibrating gemstones against the clamp on Anna's clit while pushing and pulling the large rod around, both females gasping for breath and whimpering. No matter what she did, the beast didn't seem to be any closer to finishing than when she had first started, Wynter grunting in frustration as he pulled the dildo out, replacing it with her own maw. The soldiers roared with laughter as she leaned down between the lynx's back legs, lapping and licking at Anna's stretched and gaping cunt, swallowing down the huge load of cum deposited in her womb previously. 

Wynter ate her closest friend out for nearly twenty minutes straight, her whole body and especially her pussy sore from both the previous abuse as well as the constant orgasms wreaking havoc on her. Anna hissed and meowled, struggling against the ropes holding her down, nothing seemingly working on getting her to cum. Norman finally stepped in, clapping his hands, 
"Alright, this is just getting pathetic now. I suppose I should've mentioned previously that your collar isn't the only enchanted one. The one around the beast's neck is enchanted slightly differently however, that one stops her from achieving orgasm no matter what. You technically didn't fulfill your end of the deal, but I am a very merciful man, so here you go."
He pulled out a small key, tossing it over onto the ground next to Wynter, the wolf immediately diving after it, scrambling to get the collar off of her neck. She opened it and threw the metal contraption as far away as she could, collapsing onto the floor out of exhaustion, her legs still shaking. Norman walked over to the door of the torture chamber, opening it up and nodding to his men, the two soldiers getting Anna out from her rack before picking up the two women, 
"You'll both get to spend the night in a cell, the wagons to take you to the capital should be here in the morning, hopefully neither of you minds being paraded around the streets naked and covered in cum."
The raccoon laughed as he left, the soldiers dragging Anna and Wynter both to the other wing of the cellar, tossing the pair into separate cells right next to each other. Neither of them had enough energy to talk or to even move, the lynx and the wolf both simply lying completely still on the hard floor, panting, their furs smeared and messy.