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Slagar the Cruel was growing increasingly angry. He had set his mind to punishing Mattimeo, son of Matthias the Warrior, for his insolence. Mattimeo had taken every opportunity to defy the masked fox, even going so far as to tell him to his face that he would kill him. Knowing that he could not tolerate such a bold move by a slave, Slagar beat the mouse fiercely, but his resolve was unbroken. So, Slagar decided that Mattimeo would now starve, until he bowed to Slagar's rule. The Cruel One had watched with sadistic pleasure as the young mouse grew weak with hunger and thirst, even fainting by the end of the first day of his punishment. Slagar knew that by the next morning, the mouse would capitulate, but something strange happened.

The next morning, Slagar saw a rejuvenated and still defiant Mattimeo, ready to march on, even if to his doom. Slagar knew that sleep alone could not have restored the mouse's vitality, and that he must be getting assistance from someone. But who? He made sure that all the guards kept food and water away from the slaves at all times except during the scheduled meals and rest stops, and the guards knew full well that Mattimeo was forbidden from eating and drinking. The masked fox even thought for a moment if Mattimeo was secretly picking his lock at night to find food, but he quickly dismissed the idea, knowing that Mattimeo would certainly never return to his bondage, and he would even risk freeing the other slaves, no matter what his punishment might be. The whole ordeal was really irritating the fox, and he was keeping a watchful eye on everyone; guards and slaves alike.

It was on the third day of Mattimeo's starvation, that Slagar noticed something out of place, something quite odd indeed. While the slavers always seemed to be in a very sullen mood, even foul tempered, there had been an unusual change in Damper's behavior. He seemed content, even downright cheerful at times. Slagar even noticed the weasel guard helping the other slaves along rough terrain, going out of his way to assist them. Though Slagar did not want any of the slaves killed--if only to protect the reward he would receive at Malkaris--the weasel's unusual concern for the slaves had Slagar convinced that something was going on behind his back, and he would not have his power undermined, no matter what!

It was on that day, during a stop at a river, that Slagar had a secret meeting with the guard Scringe.

"You wanted to talk to me, chief?"

"Yes," said Slagar, making sure no one else could hear them. "I need you to do me a big favor, Scringe?"

"What is it?"

"I think Damper is sneaking food and water to Mattimeo, but for the life of me I can't understand why. He must be doing it at night, because I've been keeping a very close eye on the slaves, and Mattimeo has been deprived of food and water at those times. So, tonight, when everyone else is asleep, I want you to pretend as though your snoring, but secretly keep an eye on Mattimeo. Don't try to stop anything he does, just spy on him and tell me everything you see. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" said Scringe, smartly.

"Very good," said Slagar, "you'll get a great reward if you're successful."

The ferret's eyes brightened at the mention of reward, but he quickly felt Slagar's strong paw squeezing his shoulder, making him yelp.

"Fail," snarled the fox, "and you'll wish you were never born!"

Scringe gulped. Slagar did not make idle threats, ever.

Late that night, at the campsite the slavers made, Scringe feigned slumbering, even going so far as to snore as Slagar had ordered. He had his back turned to Mattimeo, though he slept not far from. It was two hours into his task, that Scringe heard an unusual sound. Still careful to maintain his snoring, he heard the unmistakable creaking of the heavy iron chains being unlocked. One of the slaves was being let loose! Carefully, he listened in, hearing the sound of Damper whispering to Mattimeo that it was time. He waited, hearing the mouse and weasel walk off into the distance together. Biding his time, the ferret slowly turned around, seeing the pair disappear into the nearby woods. Satisfied that they were no longer paying attention to the campsite, Scringe carefully followed from a safe distance. Never before had he moved with such stealth, not even making a sound as he approached where Mattimeo and Damper had decided to stop. Creeping down behind a fallen log, Scringe couldn't believe what he was witnessing. After only a minute of watching, Scringe saw Damper removing his clothes, and lying down on the ground. Mattimeo had placed his head over the weasel's crotch and was soon pleasuring the treasonous weasel. Scringe understood perfectly well now why Damper was in such a jolly mood for the past few days. Having seen enough damning deviance, Scringe made his way back to the campsite--had Damper and Mattimeo arrived back and saw Scringe missing, they would have known they were going to get caught. Smiling, Scringe laid back down, this time he slept for real, knowing that he was in store for a great reward on the morrow.

That next morning, as the slaves were being fed, some of them had noticed that Damper was missing. Most didn't think anything of it, but Mattimeo knew that something was very wrong. Deprived of food and water for breakfast, he still had enough nourishment to continue for another day. No matter what happened, he would carry on.

"Hey," said Threeclaws, putting a heavy paw on the mouse's shoulder. "Slagar wants a word with you!"

Mattimeo gulped, but then tried staring down the fat weasel, but it was a fool's errand. The guard unlocked Mattimeo from his chains, and was dragged kicking to the masked fox, who had been some distance away from the others.

"Here he is, chief!" grunted the fat weasel.

"Very good," said Slagar, a sadistic smile showing on his disfigured face. "Mattimeo and I have some business to attend to."

Mattimeo stood firm against the fox, his face a sight of righteous indignation. "What do you want? You murdering, snot-nosed scumbag?"

Slagar's smile grew even more evil. "Insult me all you want, mouse, but your little scheme is at an end!"

"What scheme?" said Mattimeo, folding his arms in contempt.

'Why, the one that involved you pleasuring Damper so he'd give you food and water!"

Mattimeo's blood ran cold. He knew that Damper's absence that moring was an ominous sign of something bad to come, and he knew that it was only going to get worse from here on out.

"Have you been wondering where he's at, mouse? Show him, Threeclaws!"

Laughing cruelly, Threeclaws grabbed something behind a bush near where Slagar was. Mattimeo looked in horror as the fat weasel picked up the lifeless corpse of Damper. It was bad enough that Mattimeo's only ally amongst the slavers was now dead, but Damper was a horrible sight to behold. Not only had the Cruel One murdered him, but Damper had to have suffered greatly before his demise. Threeclaws took pleasure in showing the mouse that one of the guards, possibly even Slagar himself had cut off Damper's testicles and penis--no doubt what he felt was a fitting punishment for disobediance--and then had the mismembered parts of him inserted into the weasel's anus before his throat was slit. Mattimeo knew thtings were going to get very bad from this point.

"Threeclaws," growled the fox. "Have the guards chain up all the slaves around a tree, then have them report back here, quickly!"

Threeclaws gave a salute, then scampered off to find the others. All Mattimeo could do was stare at the masked fox in terror as the Cruel One kept smiling at him. Once the guards had returned, Slagar gave an explanation as to what was going on.

"In case any of you didn't know what happened this morning, I ordered Damper executed for plotting against me. It turns out that this mouse here was pleasuring him in exchange for food and water. So, seeing as how Mattimeo obviously likes other males, I've decided to let all of you have your turn with him! Strip him of his clothes!"

Mattimeo was sat upon by several guards, who tore away his habit and loincloth. Naked as the day he was born, Mattimeo watched with trepidation as the guards themselves now pulled off their clothes. He didn't know if he could survive such an onslaught, but he was a warrior, and he must not be defeated!

"Scringe," said Slagar, "your reward is you get to have the mouse first. What part of him do you want?"

"Damper musta liked his mouth, so he's gonna suck me off!" cackled the ferret.

Mattimeo, now forced on all fours, felt the ferret's cock rub up against his mouth. Still defiant, Mattimeo looked as though he would bite, but knew no good would come of such an act. Surrendering to his fate, the young mouse opened wide, and was quickly feeling the ferret's erect cock shoved in his mouth. Unlike Damper, who was gentle, Scringe was rough and unrelenting. The ferret shoved his entire length in and out of the mouse's mouth, almost making him vomit from the gagging. Slagar, naked himself, rub his own hard cock as he egged on the guards.

"Skinpaw, get behind the mouse and give him your best!"

Skinpaw the weasel happily complied, shoving his dick into the mouse's rear, making Mattimeo emit a gagging shout as he felt the sharp pain of anal penetration. Scringe kept face fucking the mouse, until he grunted and blew his load. No sooner had Scringe pulled out, when Mattimeo was greeted by the unwelcome sight of yet another vermin cock inside his mouth. Skinpaw, still punishing the mouse's rear, blew his load into Mattimeo's ass, and just as before, Mattimeo quickly felt himself being penetrated.

The punishment seemed to go on forever, with one guard taking mouth, and another his ass. Many of the guards laughed as they felt the need to spray their urine onto the mouse's body, even inside his mouth. Soaked in urine, semen and bleeding from the rear. Mattimeo's final humiliation came when Slagar ordered the guards to hold down the beaten mouse. Rubbing his cock in the mouse's face, Mattimeo was soon sprayed all over his face with the biggest load of semen he had ever experienced. Slagar laughed as he came all over the mouse, but one more punishment was in store for the young warrior.

With the guards holding him to the ground, Mattimeo looked up, only to see the rear of Slagar squatting over him. Mattimeo watched as the fox strained and strained, and soon he saw a brown substance coming out of the fox's rear. He tried closing his eyes and turning away his head, but the guards kept his eyes and mouth open as Slagar dropped an enormous turd inside the mouse's mouth. Mattimeo spit out the vile tasting feces, all the while the guards laughed hysterically at his fate. Slagar continued defecating on the mouse, and finished the ordeal by picking up the beaten, soiled mouse and using his ears to wipe away the remained of the smelly substance from his rear.

Standing over the humiliated mouse, Slagar grinned with delight. Here was the son of the Warrior of Redwall, raped, defiled, pissed on, shit on, and forced to take every vermin cock in camp. Surely, his spirit was now broken.

"Slagar," said Mattimeo, his voice raspy.

"Yes?"

Weak, but ever the defiant one, Mattimeo stood to his feet, glaring hatefully at the fox, speaking only two words.

"Fuck you!"

Slagar went into a rage. How could he ever break this mouse, short of killing him?