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A Little Fun

Chapter 73

Captain Carnell slowly unbuttoned his pants and fondled himself, watching as Cambridge slammed his hips against the male fox's backside. The male was on his knees, his paws bound behind his back, taking it hard and fast under the tail. His face was blushing and strained, even as pretty pale Cambridge was blushing and strained, and Captain Carnell thought the fox damn magnificent. He hated the creatures, and yet they made him so painfully hard.

They had captured many foxes within the capital, hiding, lying in wait, sent to spy for the prince's return. All of them were brought to Wychowl, and one by one, they were interrogated -- and then brutally raped. Hellene wanted the creatures tortured for information, but Carnell and his soldiers were having more fun fucking them. They placed them each in a cell, alone, and left them to wait their turn. The other foxes were watching even now as Cambridge fucked their comrade, who had betrayed them only minutes before, telling the dogs everything they wished to know. They huddled against the walls, dirty and grim, hugging themselves as the male fox took it with a flapping erection.

In fact, the male fox was so hard, he was squirting a little. His tight, young body was covered in white fur, and his tail was fluffy and thick for a male. Cambridge had to keep brushing it out of the way. Finally fed up, the young mastiff took the fox's tail in his teeth and reached around to fondle him as he raped him.

The fox blinked when his penis was groped, and he made a sudden scramble to escape. Cambridge grabbed him by the mane and yanked him back, kicking his knees wider and growling as he fucked him harder, deeper, his white backside blushing and punished from the slap of Cambridge's heavy paw.

Captain Carnell touched himself as he watched and decided he liked Cambridge, and he fully understood why Hellene had gone out of her way to earn his loyalty. Hellene had all the males executed who had ever given Cambridge a hard time about his sexuality. It was not something Carnell would have agreed to, but he told himself Hellene was right, that Cambridge and his remaining boys were worth ten of the fools he'd lost. After all, what was wrong with a little male pleasure? A little fun?

All the fox prisoners were wearing collars, and Carnell grabbed the fox by his, choking him as he crammed his penis in his mouth. Suck it, savage, he thought, shoving himself in so deep, the fox sputtered helplessly. Carnell watched his throat flexing as he struggled to breathe, and he started to thrust into his face. The fox rocked as he was punished on both ends by their hungry erections. Cambridge was still fondling him, and when he came, he sputtered on Carnell's penis, sending him to heaven.

Cambridge choked a cry and came as well, his erection flinching to release between the fox's hard buttocks. The fox tensed as he was filled, as semen oozed over and ran down his thighs.

Cambridge looked at the beautiful creature with soft eyes, smoothing his paws up his muscular back. "Captain," he muttered, "do we have to kill this one?"

"Yes . . ." Carnell grunted breathlessly. He was still cramming himself in and out of the fox's mouth, and the fox was gurgling to take it. "We . . . have to kill them all . . . stop asking -- dammit!" The fox pulled his mouth free while Carnell was distracted. Carnell yanked on his collar, forcing him close again. The fox swallowed hard and stared miserably at the penis standing upright in his face. Carnell gave his collar another yank and he licked it tentatively.

Cambridge watched, his penis slowly swelling again.

"Oh . . .oh yeah," whispered Carnell. "Lick my balls too . . . that's it . . . good boy . . ."

The fox licked miserably and wretchedly, but his tongue had a real finesse the prisoner before him hadn't had. Carnell glanced out at the corridor. He could see the other soldiers patiently waiting their turn. They watched with massive bulges in their pants, their eyes narrowed on the male fox's tight, muscular body. The fox glanced at them fearfully every now and then, and Carnell laughed darkly: they were gonna gang rape him from sun up to sundown and would tear his ass so wide with their huge cocks, dogs would hear his screams in Idria.

"Cambridge . . ." Carnell panted.

"Sir?"

"Go and prepare . . . the next prisoner . . . oh yeah. Suck my balls . . . lick my dick . . . slowly . . ."

Cambridge swallowed hard as he watched the miserable fox pleasuring the captain with his tongue. "Y-Yes, Captain." He buttoned up his pants and left, pulling the keys off his belt to open the next cell.

Carnell grunted when he felt himself heaving and straining in the fox's mouth. He pulled himself free, and the fox barely had time to close his eyes. Carnell's erection flinched and his load splattered the young male's face. He let go of the collar, and the fox collapsed on the hay, breathless, his rippling belly crunching as his chest heaved for breath.

_Damn beautiful,_Carnell thought. "All yours, boys," he said to the males in the corridor.

The fox tensed. He scrambled against the wall, his paws still bound behind his back as the mastiffs closed in, smiling darkly. One bent to grab him and he scrambled away, shuffling through the hay. Another mastiff caught him by the tail and he grunted as he was dragged back several feet and toward the hard penis that stood waiting to plough him.

The mastiffs gathered around, touching and stroking his tail, as if fascinated by how soft it was. Kneeling with his backside pointed at them, the fox looked over his shoulder at what they were doing and blushed furiously. They saw him slowly harden from the stroking, and they slammed him on his back. Two mastiffs licked his erection and balls, while a third squatted over his face . . . and slowly lowered his sack in his mouth.

Carnell smiled to himself as he left the cell, and he could hear the fox's helpless, gurgling cries as the mastiffs had their way with him. That's all foxes were good for, he thought. Fucking and fucking and fucking. They were so pretty. And the females couldn't get pregnant by dogs. It was perfect. If they could find some way to permanently take their magic, they could breed them as pleasure slaves. Carnell had to agree with Cambridge: it seemed a waste to kill them. But Hellene wanted them dead. Every. Last. One. And thinking of the damned vixen who had killed Donica, Carnell agreed. The creatures were too dangerous. And far more clever than Carnell had ever imagined.

Carnell was still furious that the vixen had escaped. They had lived in fear since her escape, believing she would return to kill Hellene next. Wychowl was tense and alert for the creature's return, and Hellene was beside herself with fury. She questioned every fox they captured about the escaped vixen, but to no avail. None of them had anything to say about it, and Carnell was starting to believe that they really didn't know where she was or how she escaped.

The prisoner in the next cell was a female. Cambridge stood beside her as she knelt in a filthy deerskin dress. Her paws were bound behind her back, and the pull seemed to make her breasts all the larger. They were so full and round, and the nipples were pressing through her clothes against the cold air. She was red, with white socks on her bare feet and little paws. Her tail was also white and so was her mane. She kept her head down as Carnell's shadow fell over her. He saw her tense.

"You have anything to say, White Tail?" Carnell said quietly to the vixen. That's what he'd been calling her for days now. "Tell us what we want, and maybe I won't fuck your pussy bloody."

The fox sneered at her knees. "Go to hell, dog," she hissed. Her voice was heavily accented. Carnell tensed when she spat on his boots. He lunged forward and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the wall. Her mane tumbled in her eyes, and she sat there tensely, glaring defiantly into his face.

Carnell slowly smiled. "I guess that's a no." He reached behind for his dagger, and her ears pricked forward when she heard him unsheathe it, but she was otherwise still. He brought it around to her face and held it, just at the corner of her eye. She sat as tense as before, her throat breathing stiffly against his tight paw.

"Such a pretty thing," he whispered, tracing the dagger over her heaving cleavage. "I've waited a long time to see your tits."

She blushed angrily when he sliced the dagger down the front her dress. It pealed open, revealing the supple curve of her cleavage. His eyes danced hungrily over the flexing flesh of her collarbone as he sheathed the dagger again. She was breathless, angry. He grabbed the sliced front of her dress and yanked. Her body jerked as one of her breasts popped free, jutting with a pink nipple and milky white. The white fur continued over her breasts and down to her sex and even over her thighs. She trembled angrily as he peered down her dress and his penis got hard.

"I bet if I put my dick in your mouth," he said with a laugh, "you'd bite it off."

She glared at him, as if to say, Damn straight.

He gently slapped her exposed breast and watched it jiggle and blush. He slapped it again, looking into her fierce, slanted eyes. She was trembling angrily. He brought up his paw as if to spank her breast again . . . but he backslapped her instead. She spit blood and choked out a cry as her face hit the hard stone floor. Her backside was in the air, and she tried to right herself, but he grabbed her by the neck and held her still. Her exposed breast was hanging down, and he groped it a moment, letting her tremble with rage at her own helplessness.

"Just be glad," Carnell whispered, smoothing his paw up her dress, "that you can't get with my pup." He pushed her dress over her backside and moaned. Her tail had fallen aside, and he could see the tight pink knot of her anus, as well as the lips that bulged between her trembling thighs. She had just the sort of lips he licked to lick and suck on a girl. He nuzzled his nose into them, then curled his tongue to lick her clit hungrily.

She screamed softly and tried to scoot away, her exposed breast flapping. Carnell motioned for Cambridge, who came over and held her still by the neck. The vixen cursed and sobbed, but Carnell grabbed her hips and plunged his face again, and she sputtered to silence. He knew she was trying not to moan, that she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her pleasure, that he was damn good at what he was doing. But like the last prisoner before her, she could not hide her arousal. Her lips swelled against his face, and before long, she was dripping down her thighs. He ate her ravenously, his smacking and licking loud against the sudden screams that came from the next cell. Carnell paused to smile: they were raping the male fox.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

Carnell straightened up and looked over. Two mastiffs had lifted the male fox in their arms. He was crushed between them, his muscular legs spread as they fed their penises in and out of his clenching buttocks. He sagged helplessly between the hard wall of their bodies, his head back, his mouth hanging open as one licked his neck and the other stroked his hard penis. Carnell saw him suddenly shoot in the mastiff's meaty paw, but the mastiffs kept raping him even as he sagged over. And then two more crowded in, one kissing him on the mouth and the other dipping his head to lick his soft penis.

The male fox's tired, helpless cries continued as the slow assault continued, "Ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . ."

Carnell felt his penis throbbing harder just watching. He glanced over at Cambridge and noticed the boy was watching the attack with silent longing. The vixen, meanwhile, watched with her eyes popping. She was horrified. Carnell chuckled darkly at her. He placed his paw on her neck, leaning his weight to hold her in place.

"Cambridge?"

"Yea . . .? Yes, sir!" Cambridge cried, dragging his eyes from what was happening in the next cell.

"Go and get the little pussy in the next cell. Bring her here."

"Yes, sir!" Cambridge cried dutifully and took off.

Carnell looked down at the vixen, who was glaring at him. He knew the female in the next cell was probably her younger sister, for she looked very much like her. Only she was smaller, fresher, prone to tears, soft, and innocent. Carnell had to wonder what a young thing like her had been doing with the other foxes, who seemed more like hardened, seasoned warriors and spies in comparison.

Cambridge returned with the young pretty vixen, who was already crying and sniffling at the prospect of being raped. Cambridge pressed his paw on her head, and she obediently knelt in the straw, trembling fearfully and keeping her head down.

"No," whispered White Tail. "Don't hurt my sister. Please!"

Carnell silenced her with a slap on her butt. He looked at Cambridge. "Hold her down."

"No!" White Tail wailed as Cambridge dutifully held her down by the neck.

White Tail's sister began to cry pitifully. Carnell liked to think of her as White Ear, for one of her ears was white. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her closer, standing over her as he pulled his pants looser around his throbbing erection. He liked White Ear. A lot. He could smell the virginity all over her, and just looking at her shivering and crying in her deerskin dress, he felt himself swelling thicker and harder, until he was throbbing with veins in her face. He clapped his paw on her head and pulled her close. "Lick my cock," he whispered.

White Ear shivered and wept harder. Tears running down her face, she extended her tongue and gently licked him. God, it was heavenly. Her paws were bound behind her back and her little breasts were poking sharply through her dress. They trembled each time she sniffled with tears, trailing her tongue lightly along his shaft, until he was caked in her saliva.

"Good girl. Now my nuts."

White Ear hesitated miserably. She didn't like the musky smell. He gave her a sharp slap across the face that left her cheek red, as White Tail screamed from the floor, "No! You bastard!" Cambridge continued to hold her down by the neck and pressed harder to silence her.

White Ear broke down sobbing again. She lifted her face and sucked slowly on Carnell's heavy balls. He moaned. "Good girl . . . more tongue . . . more tongue and I won't hurt you again." She hopefully obeyed, bathing him with her tongue in long, hard licks. Poor, naive thing. He had every intention of hurting her.

He grabbed her by the head and crammed himself in her little mouth. She choked weakly as he thrust against her face, and her sister watched from the floor, screaming in her language.

On the verge of coming, Carnell pulled himself free, and a line of drool slipped down the girl's lip. He pressed her on her back on the floor. She lay there, paws still bound behind her back and sobbing quietly as he pulled his dagger and sliced her dress open. Her little breasts shivered free, and he sheathed his dagger and toyed with them, massaging, milking, pressing his thumbs on her nipples. He grabbed her dress and tore again, watching as her breasts jiggled, watching as she sobbed. He tore another time, until the dress had split open to reveal her little sex. With hungry eyes, he took her by the knees and pulled her thighs apart. She fought him, twisting and sobbing as he leaned down between her kicking legs . . . and crammed his massive erection between her lips.

White Ear screamed softly and bucked. He could feel her hymen shattering, could feel the hot blood oozing over him. He paused . . . and slowly sank himself deeper, plunging through her heat. She was so clenching and incredibly tight. He sighed, letting her kick and scream and squirm, even as her sister screamed in her language. He glanced over and saw White Tail was crying. Ah. That was all it took to break her -- he just has to break her sister.

Carnell humped White Ear fast and hard, and her breasts flapped as she sobbed beneath him. He pulled her up in his lap and hugged her, and she clung to him limply, hiccoughing in his ear as he spread her buttocks and punched inside. She bounced in his lap, her breasts slapping him, and his fingers clawed at her anus as his erection punched her sex.

White Tail had stopped screaming. She cried silently, her eyes wide as she watched her sister's tight little sex straining to take Captain Carnell's massive desire.

Captain Carnell tipped the girl back as he humped against her, and Cambridge left the now-pacified White Tail to cram himself in the girl's open mouth. Her young, slender body jerked between them, impaled on both ends, as her little breasts flapped at the ceiling. She hiccoughed on the width of Cambridge's shaft, her drool coming again as they thrust harder.

Carnell humped until he came, and he watched as his white semen spilled over, creaming between the tight lips of the girl's sex after he had pulled himself free. Cambridge also came in her mouth, and pulled himself free to watch as she gurgled and sputtered to swallow.

Carnell looked over at White Tail, who was lying on her face, defeated and deflated. He smiled and dragged her over by the neck. She didn't fight when he made her lay on top of her dazed sister, so that their breasts were crushed together. He guided her on her knees, which forced her to fall forward, and her cheek crushed against White Ear's cheek as Carnell grabbed her by the base of the tail . . . and ploughed himself through her bulging lips.

White Tail's eyes widened as she took the width of him, and she screamed softly. Carnell humped her deep and slow, watching as her large breasts swelled against her sister's. She screamed as he took her, she sobbed and her thighs trembled when he caressed her clit. She tried to close her legs, but her sister's legs were between, and he kicked her legs back apart and humped harder. Eventually, he grabbed her by the mane and pulled her back, groping her big breast as he humped her from behind, and her sister lay on the floor between her spread knees, watching in horror.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" White Tail squirted helplessly and sagged. Carnell let her fall forward on her sister again. But he was still hard. He scooped his hips under . . . and plunged himself into the tight heaven of White Ear's sex. The girl screamed miserably as he punched inside her again, and trapped between them as they rocked, White Tail stared dully at the wall.

Carnell humped both vixens for a long time, switching between sexes when he desired. They screamed and panted and gasped each time he entered them afresh, and when he was done, he stood up . . . and stroked himself until he had squirted on them. They lay in a breathless pile, dazed and tired and covered in his cum.

Captain Carnell glanced around. There was a juicy little vixen with a big backside and breasts somewhere. He'd been thinking about her all week.

"Captain!" said Cambridge frantically. He was standing at the cell door. Carnell hadn't even heard him leave. "The princess is on her way here!"

"D'you hear that!" Carnell barked at the mastiffs, who were still pounding the male fox -- only now they were on the floor mounting him. "Her majesty is coming! Get up and get in line!"

The mastiffs scrambled to obey, and by the time Hellene had arrived, they were standing solemn along the corridor.

Hellene clicked up the corridor with glittering eyes, her paws folded over her belly as she made her way toward Captain Carnell. She was wearing a black gown with ballooning skirts, as she was still in mourning. Her red mane was gathered in a black snood, the net of which fell at the base of her long neck and tumbled softly as she glided along.

"Captain Carnell," Hellene said when she had reached the captain.

Carnell stood with his paws behind his back, peering hard into the distance. "Your highness."

"While you were sucking and fucking, did you gather any information about our escapee?"

"No, your highness. I don't think any of these foxes have a clue. That's the truth."

"Are you quite sure it wasn't because your dick was in their mouths? It's hard to answer an interrogation that way."

"No, your highness. I'm certain of it: they know nothing. All they care about is finding Prince Etienne and kidnapping him. I believe they are the foxes who led raids on the nearby towns."

"Ah. What a pity. Kill them all then. Oh . . . except for that one. Bring her to my bedchamber. I do believe she is the ringleader, is she not? We shall have a little fun with her."

Captain Carnell looked at the vixen the princess had indicated. It was the red one. With the jutting backside and big breasts. He slowly smiled. A little fun indeed.