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Cluny the Scourge was yet again in a foul mood. Another day had come and gone, and he had still not conquered Redwall Abbey. The warlord's patience was running thin--razor thin, and the entire horde was very cognizant of this. Cluny had tried several approaches, cutting the hordes' rations, beating insubordinate soldiers, he had even gone so far as forbidding them to engage in all forms of sexual activity. His injunction against sex was so far having a measure of success, as Cluny noticed that his soldiers were far more aggressive in battle. Unfortunately, their increased aggression had not reached high enough levels to actually defeat the Redwall defenders. Cluny was running out of options, and he needed to act fast before there one of his officers led an insurrection against him.

The warlord walked into his tent, and much to his delight, found Sela the vixen lying on her side, completely naked and sipping on wine from a goblet. The vixen fluttered her eyelashes at the rat as her tail gently swayed back and forth.

"Hello, my Lord," she said seductively.

"Hello, my pet," said the warlord as he began removing his clothes.

"Any luck today, my love?" asked Sela.

"Of course not," said Cluny, though his tone was never harsh around his lover. "I'm going to start slaying those idiot soldiers of mine if they don't get into Redwall soon."

"Forgive me, My Lord, but would that not be counter-productive? Fewer soldiers would make it even more difficult to sack the abbey."

"True," agreed Cluny as he climbed into bed with the vixen. Cluny gently placed his paws on the vixen, feeling her luscious breasts and making Sela moan softly. She cuddled up against the rat and licked his face softly, trying to make her lover feel better. Cluny grinned slightly, appreciating her efforts.

"You certainly know how to make a beast comfortable, don't you, my dear?"

"I try, My Lord." she said.

"I believe it's now my turn to make you feel better, My Lady." said the rat. Cluny licked her face, slowly, feeling her soft fur scrape against his tongue. He moved down to her neck, then to her breasts where he spent much time suckling upon her nipples; something Sela always found inviting, but the rat did not stop there, ever so carefully, he licked her stomach and moved his tongue down, placing several quick, light licks on her clitoris, making Sela arch her back from the sensation.

"Oh, My Lord, please don't stop!"

"Of course, my pet," said the rat. Cluny resumed his licking, but now the licks were longer, harder. Sela whimpered and moaned as Cluny's tongue worked it's magic on her most sensitive region. When the two had first met, Cluny had never serviced a female in such a fashion, but Sela was different. Sure, he had fucked countless females, but until Sela entered the picture, he had never concerned himself with what the female had wanted. Sela was different though; she was the first and only creature Cluny had truly loved, and he would do anything for her.

Once Cluny had worked the vixen into a frenzy, he made the decision to abandon his oral work and take her the old-fashioned way. Getting on his knees, he pulled the vixen forward, spreading her legs wide. Sela leaned her head back, howling as the rat penetrated her folds, shoving his massive cock inside her.

"My Lord, please, let me do the work this time!"

Cluny grinned. Pulling out of the vixen, he laid on his back, and watched Sela quickly reinsert his rod into her pussy. She moved herself up and down, riding the massive rod inside of her. Cluny held the vixen's hips, trying to keep her stable and on target.

"Yes, oh yes, My Lord!" she howled. "Give me your cock, give it all to me!"

Cluny grinned at his vixen. Of all the creatures Cluny had ever been with, he had always found vixens to be quite wild in bed, and Sela was the wildest vixen he'd ever had. The rat dug his claws into the bed, feeling he was near. Growling, he ejaculated into the vixen, his cum like a geyser as it blasted up into the vixen's pussy. Sela slowed down her riding until she could feel no more semen blasting out of the rat. Dismounting her lover, she crawled over to him, her chin resting on his massive chest. Again, she fluttered her eyelashes at the rat as he basked in the afterglow of their sexual frenzy.

"Was that to your liking, My Lord?" she asked.

"You are always to my liking, my voluptuous vixen," he said, stroking her black-tipped ears. "But I am afraid I must leave you once more. Duty calls, and I want nothing more than to conquer Redwall so you and I can have our own castle."

"My love," said the vixen as she watched Cluny hop off the bed and put on his clothes. "May I make a suggestion regarding your campaign?"

Cluny turned around. "Of course, my darling."

"Have you mentioned to your soldiers that Redwall has many females in it?"

"No," said Cluny, "why do you ask?"

"Your soldiers have been told they aren't allowed sex until they take Redwall Abbey, correct?"

Cluny could see where the vixen was going with this, he snapped his paws. "Of course! I should explain to the horde that their reward for taking the Abbey should be the females that are within!"

"Precisely," said Sela.

"Why didn't I think of this before? Oh, Sela, you are my goddess!" Cluny went over to the vixen, kissing her upon the cheek. The rat then collected his battle gear and made his way to the front of their tent.

"I'm leaving now, Scragg will check on you soon, my dear."

Sela blew the rat a kiss. Turning to her side, she resumed sipping from her goblet of dark red wine.

Scragg the weasel was in his tent. While the horde was busy trying to defeat Redwall, Scragg had been relieved of any combat responsibilities and given the task of being Sela's personal assistant. His reward for this had been Cheesethief the rat. Cheesethief, who had far too often angered Cluny, was now reduced to Scragg's slut. The rat now lived in complete misery, forced to sexually gratify the weasel, who showed him no gratitude for his efforts. Naked, Cheesethief had a rope tethered to his neck. The rope had been placed firmly in the ground with a large wooden stake; a security measure Scragg had thought of himself.

"I'm going to check on Sela soon," announced Scragg to the bound rat.

"Yes, Master Scragg," mumbled the rat. He hated that Scragg made him use that word, master. It was the weasel's way of adding insult to injury.

"You speak to me in a clear tone of voice, you little slut!" snarled Scragg. The weasel slapped Cheesethief hard across the face.

"Yes, Master Scragg!" said Cheesethief, feeling the sting of Scragg's blow.

"Before I go," said Scragg, unbuckling his belt, "you need to pleasure me!"

Cheesethief felt himself screaming on the inside. Scragg's sexual stamina was incredible, and he took the rat several times a day, sometimes as much as a dozen. Cheesethief tried to see the silver lining in the situation; at least Scragg was not taking him from behind. Many a night, Cheesethief could feel blood trickling from inside his rump after Scragg had finished with him.

As Scragg dropped his pants, revealing his already erect member, something caught Cheesethief's eye. Scragg always kept a sheathed dagger on his belt, but he had always been careful to keep it out of the reach of the rat. Cheesethief looked at it only briefly, careful not to arouse Scragg's suspicion. Cheesethief then looked up at the weasel.

"Well?" said the impatient weasel. "Open up, whore!"

Cheesethief no more opened his mouth when he felt Scragg forcefully shove his entire length down the rat's throat, making him gag. Scragg cackled malevolently at the bound rat, calling him filthy names as Cheesethief was forced once more to suck him off. With his right paw holding Scragg's cock, Cheesethief blindly patted on the ground, searching for the dagger. He sucked harder, knowing that the better Scragg felt, the less aware he would be of what the rat was doing. As the weasel let out a long moan, Scragg struck gold, he grabbed hold of the dagger, but waited to strike.

"Oh, yeah, get ready, you dirty cocksucking whore!" breathed the weasel.

Cheesethief made his move, taking his right paw off the weasel's penis, he quickly unsheathed the dagger, and with one swift motion, he plunged into into the stomach of his captor. Scragg made a gasping noise, and looking down, so the dagger sticking out of his stomach. Cheesethief, pulled the dagger from the weasel's stomach, knocking Scragg to the ground, he plunged the dagger into Scragg over and over, making the weasel groan in pain. Cheesethief stopped his stabbing, seeing Scragg cough up blood, and as the weasel lay dying, Cheesethief got the ultimate revenge. Grabbing hold of the weasel's scrotum, he took the blade and severed Scragg's testicles from the rest of his body. Already in agony, Scragg felt a new level of pain from being castrated. Cheesethief watched with sheer delight as the weasel coughed and groaned, completely covered in blood.

"See you in hell, Scragg," said Cheesethief as he watched the light fade from the weasel's eyes, leaving a glassy look to them. Scragg was dead.

Cheesethief took the dagger and cut the rope that held him in place. Standing up, he untied the remaining rope from his neck. Free once more, he gathered some clothes to put on, having been naked for many weeks. Once dressed, Cheesethief gathered some food Scragg had kept in the tent; he was going to need them for his escape. Opening the tent flap, he saw the campsite was empty at the moment, no doubt everyone was at Redwall. He knew he had to leave. Sweating, Cheesethief ran out of the tent, wanting to get as far away from Mossflower as he could, but what would he do? He thought about going back to the sea, to live the life of a corsair. Yes, he would do that, a guarantee that Cluny would never find him. As he ran away from the campsite, he looked over at Cluny's tent, and an idea popped into his mind. He halted. Smiling, he took the dagger from its scabbard, running a claw along the keen edge.

"Sela, you and I have a date!"

With nothing else to do put lie around naked and sip on wine, Sela had fallen asleep. She couldn't complain though, her life was definitely far better than before she met Cluny. Once she had been forced to work as a healer for a living, seeking out wounded creatures for little compensation. Her life of poverty was over now, Cluny tended to her every wish, and perhaps soon she would be enjoying the splendor of Redwall, ruling it with her lover.

"Lady Sela," a voice called to her from outside the tent.

Sela tossed and turned, still not awake. Again, the voice called to her.

"Lady Sela!" it said much louder. "Are you awake?"

Sela blinked her eyes, yawning, she sat up on her bed.

"Is that you Scragg?" asked the vixen. There was something unusual about the weasel's voice today. Though she was fairly certain it was Scragg, it was different.

"Do you have a cold, Scragg?" asked Sela, reaching towards a satchel she had brought with her. "I have some wonderful herbs for that . . ."

Cheesethief entered the tent, dagger in paw. Sela's blood froze at the sight of the armed rat.

"Cold," she said, finishing her sentence.

Cheesethief moved in on her, slowly. His eyes blazed with insanity. Sela could think of nothing to do but cover her naked body from his gaze.

"What . . . what do you want, Cheesethief?"

"You," said the rat, his smile a sickening display of evil. "You're going to pleasure me, just like you pleasure Cluny!"

A mortal terror ran over Sela. She knew the crazed rat had every intention of going through with the act, and she had to decide whether to simply give him what he wanted, or to fight back. She smiled at the rat, her tail swishing back and forth.

"I think we can arrange that," she told him sensually.

"Good," said the rat, lowering the dagger. "I'm glad you're so willing."

"Anything for a handsome rat like you, Cheesethief."

The rat grinned. Sela waited until Cheesethief had lowered his dagger so that it would be pointing at the floor. Grabbing her goblet of wine, she threw the contents at his face. The rat howled as the alcohol stung his eyes. Partially blinded, he grabbed at the vixen, who sank her teeth into his arms. Cheesethief screamed as the vixen's teeth sank down deep enough to draw blood. With his other arm, he swung at Sela, knocking her to the ground. Cheesethief jumped on her, holding the vixen to the ground. Sela fought back, kicking and screaming, but the rat was far too strong for her.

"Good," said Cheesethief. "I like it rough!"

Sela watched in terror as the rat unbuckled his belt. Whimpering and crying, she wished that her love Cluny was here.

Chickenhound, Sela's son, had been having the time of his life. Once his mother got together with Cluny, he found that his life had also improved in leaps and bounds. Though none to fond of the soldiers he was surrounded by, Cluny had taken a liking to the young fox. At first, Chickenhound was reluctant to show any emotion towards the rat, but once he realized how happy Cluny was making his mother, he gradually warmed up to the rat. Things had improved so much, that Chickenhound was actually starting to view the rat as a father figure, and Cluny now thought of Chickenhound as his own son. He was so pleased with the young fox, that for his birthday, Cluny bought two young vixens for the boy; much to Chickenhound's liking.

Samantha and Sabrina, the two young vixens were lying down with Chickenhound, who had a smug, satisfied look about him. He had just made love to both vixens, and was now enjoying Samantha lying on his right side, and Sabrina on his left, both vixens giggled at his expression.

"Somebody's certainly proud of themselves, right Sabrina?" asked Samantha.

"Yes, they are!" giggled Sabrina.

Chickenhound put his arms around the vixens, feeling their velvety, soft, red fur. "What can I say?" he said in a cocky tone. "You girls are certainly something to be proud of."

Samantha rubbed the male fox's chest. "Chickenhound, do you love us?"

Chickenhound grinned at her. "I certainly love what you have between your legs!"

Both vixens shoved at him. "You're a pig!" snapped Sabrina.

"Yes he is!" snapped Samantha.

Chickenhound brushed off their remarks and hugged them tightly. "Oh, you two know how I am."

"You mean your terrible humor?" asked Samantha.

"Yes," said Chickenhound, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"So you do love us?" asked Sabrina.

"Of course I do!" said Chickenhound.

Both vixens licked as his face. Chickenhound was in heaven; flanked by a vixen on each side, what more could he want? Chickenhound then coughed, his throat had been scratchy all day, and was getting worse.

"Sorry, ladies, but I need to go get something from Mom."

"Are you alright, Chickenhound?" asked Samantha.

"Yes," he said, putting his clothes back on. "I think I'm getting a cold, and Mom's got some herbs for that. I'll be sure to tell her both of you said hello."

"Be sure to tell her that she'll be a grandmother soon!" said Sabrina.

"Hey," said Chickenhound, waving a reproving paw at her. "Don't joke about that!

Both vixens giggled at their shared boyfriend. Chickenhound gave them each a kiss before heading off to his mother's tent. He shook his head at Sabrina's last comment. Though young, Chickenhound knew that eventually he would get both of the vixens pregnant, seeing as how he was having sex with both of them regularly. He thought that might not be such a bad thing after all. The thought of little fox kits running around, calling him Daddy warmed his heart. Of course, his mother would be thrilled. He was an only child, and Sela would be overjoyed at havingseveral grandchildren to love and adore.

"Maybe I should try harder to get them pregnant?" said Chickenhound to himself. He laughed at the comment. Was it even possible for him to fuck them more than he already was? Oh well, it would be fun trying, he mused.

As he walked to the other end of the camp, he could hear a yell. Stopping, his ears perked up, trying to locate the source of the yell. He ran in closer, and was terrified when he again heard the bloodcurdling scream, followed by actual words.

"Help! He's raping me!"

Chickenhound's jaw dropped. "Mom!" he said, horrified. He knew he had to act quickly. Looking around the camp, he noticed a large club lying outside a tent. Grabbing hold of the weapon, he ran over to his mother's tent. Opening the flap, he saw his mother kicking and screaming, trying to fight off Cheesethief the rat. He held the war club tightly and moved in on the rat.

"Get off my mom, you son of a bitch!" he hollered.

Cheesethief turned around just in time to see the fox swinging the club.

BAM!

The club came crashing down on top of the rat's head, knocking him out cold. Dropping the club, Chickenhound tended to his mother.

"Mom," he said as he picked her up, covering her nakedness with a blanket.

"No," said Sela, sobbing. Chickenhound took hold of her, hugging her tightly.

"It'll be okay," he said in a whisper. He looked down at the unconscious rat. "Cluny will know just what to do with Cheesethief!"

Early the next morning, the entire horde got up early. Everyone, save, Sela, Chickenhound, Samantha and Sabrina had been ordered to witness the execution of Cheesethief. Once the rat had returned and been told what had occurred in his absence, he ordered Cheesethief to be put to death the following morning. Cluny had spent all night trying to think of a suitable punishment, one that send a message to the entire horde that if they so much as touched his love Sela, they could expect the same fate.

Two hooded rats, selected personally by Cluny, brought out a shackled Cheesethief before the entire horde. Cheesethief whined and cried, knowing that he was about to die, but it did him no good. The guards punched him repeatedly, making the condemned rat finally shut his mouth.

Cluny came out in front of the entire horde. His eyes blazed with fiery hatred as he addressed them.

"Today, Cheesethief the rat will be put to death for the crimes of insubordination, murder of a fellow soldier, and the rape of my mate!"

The horde muttered to themselves. Cluny would have known of that.

"Silence! I want all of you to pay close attention, because if you wish to follow Cheesethief's example, you'll earn the same reward! Guards! Procede with the execution!

Cheesethief felt his knees shaking as the large, hooded rats took hold of them. A third hooded rat appeared, caring a spear that held a burning hot coal on its tip. The last thing Cheesethief eve saw was the red hot coal being placed on his eyes. Screaming in agony, the third rat blinded his right eye, then his left. Burned, blinded and in unimaginable pain, Cheesethief's day was about to get worse, much worse.

Now the hooded rats took hold of Cheesethief and moved him onto an inclined table. Tying him down, one of the rats grabbed hold of the rat's scrotum, and just as Cheesethief had done to Scragg, cut his testicles off. Once more Cheesethief howled in pain. He wanted nothing more than to simply die right then and there, but Cluny had other plans in mind.

"Now," shouted Cluny, "the final punishment!"

The three rats brought a large, sharpened stake forward. It took all three of them to put it down on the inclined table. Moving it into position, they inserted the sharpened steak into the rectum of Cheesethief, who now screamed louder than before. One of the hooded rats cut Cheesethief's bonds, making the rat slide down further into the steak. The rat who cut the bonds moved to help the other two, and they stood the steak straight up. The horde watched in terror as the steak tore through Cheesethief's body, its sharp point sticking out of his stomach, and leaving the condemned rat to hang there, his legs and arms hanging down to the ground.

"Cheesethief might still live for a few more days!" screamed Cluny. "I want you all to remember that!"

After that day, no one dared to oppose Cluny the Scourge

That evening, Cluny went back to his tent, finding his beautiful, naked vixen waiting for him.

"Hello, my dear," said Cluny walking into the tent.

"Good evening, My Lord," said the vixen.

"My love, I don't think you should go outside for the next several days. Cheesethief will still be hanging up there until he's dead, and I don't want to subject you to that display."

"I understand," said the vixen. "Thank you for dealing with him."

Cluny removed his clothes and got into bed with the vixen. "Anyone that harms my love will suffer."

"I'm wondering if I should start wearing clothes in the tent," said Sela.

"Oh, you don't need to do that, my dear. As I've told you before, a goddess has no need of clothes. They only cover her beauty!"

"Thank you, My Lord," she rubbed her paws on the rat's chest, moving down to his thigh. "If you don't mind, could you make love to me now?"

"My dear," he said climbing on top of the vixen. "You never have to ask twice!"