Redwall: The Capture of Matthias
#10 of Redwall
AUHOR'S NOTE: Thisstory idea came to me from Arch Fox. He's a great author and cool guy. Please, go check his stories out!
Redwall Abbey was in peril. All had gone well that summer until a horrible rat named Cluny the Scourge arrived in Mossflower Woods. Cluny, along with his horde of vermin had laid siege to the abbey, trying to force the residents of the Abbey to submit to his authority. The villainous rat had tried to attack the Abbey, but every attack was repelled. Weather over the walls, through the front gate, or even tunneling underneath, all had failed. Knowing that every confrontation would result in casualties, Cluny devised a new plan; he would starve the Abbey dwellers into surrendering, then make slaves of them.
As the days turned into weeks, many in Redwall wondered if they could hold out against such a massive, vicious and determined army. It was all the abbot could do to keep his creatures from panicking. They simply weren't use to being made to stay indoors for such long periods of time. With the cabin fever that gripped many residents came a terrible fear of running out of food and fresh water. Such a situation would undoubtedly spell the end of life as they knew it. Something had to be done to drive away Cluny.
"There's been another fight that broke out today in Cavern Hole," said Constance the badger, as she sat around a table that included many important leaders in the war against Cluny.
"They're growing restless," said Winifred the otter.
"I can't say I blame them," said Constance. "We Redwallers aren't use to being cooped up indoors all day."
"Beh!" said Basil Stag Hare. "I say, boys and gals, me old self, why, I'd rather enjoy being out in the blinkin' woods, wot!"
"Yes," said Abbot Mortimer, leader of the Abbey. "It's not natural for us to be made prisoners in our own home." He turned his attention to Friar Hugo, head fo the Abbey kitchen. "Friar Hugo, how are our supplies at the moment?"
Hugo, a fat mouse spoke up, "Abbot, according to our recent inventory, we'll be out of food in less than a month if the siege continues. I've ordered all my cooks to strictly ration the remaining food and drink."
Worried muttering arose around the table, but Constance would hear none of it, rising to her feat and shaking her fist. "I say we go and charge Cluny's camp tonight and try to kill as many of those rats as we can!"
Basil grabbed hold of the badger's paw. "Jolly bad plan of action there, me ol' stripedog! This lot we've here isn't made for such battlin' blinkin' baddies like that lot!"
Mortimer nodded. "Basil's right. We're not warriors, and any charge into Cluny' camp would be a suicide mission. I can not in good conscience ask any of my creatures to make such a sacrifice."
"Perhaps we could make a raid."
Everyone turned to look at Matthias, a young mouse who had shown great courage in defending the Abbey. Many even thought him to have the spirit of Martin the Warrior guiding him, and that one day he would become a great warrior.
"Matthias," said Mortimer, shaking his head, "You mustn't be so hasty. You're young, youth has a way of rushing in without thinking. You must learn patience, my son. Trust your elders to solve the problem, alright?"
Matthias wanted to argue his point, but he had no desire to challenge the authority of Abbot Mortimer, a mouse he had grown to love and respect, almost like a father. Lowering his head respectfully, the young mouse let his Abbot continue. Abbot Mortimer decided the proper course of action was to simply wait for another attack from Cluny and repel it. Though the Redwallers weren't warriors, Basil had trained several of the stronger, more capable beasts in combat, assigning them to watch the rampart for any signs of the enemy army.
Once the meeting was over, Matthias knew that he had to do something, even if he went alone.
Night had fallen on Mossflower Woods. A crescent moon, in the waxing period showed its silvery luminance, hanging high in the night sky. On the ramparts, several soldiers kept watch over the area, their eyes growing heavy with sleep; tired from the long hours of keeping watch. It was almost time for them to be relieved by the next shift.
While the soldiers were being relieved, and the rest of the Redwallers were sleepy--restlessly, perhaps--one young mouse was doing something entirely different. Matthias, brave, young and wanting to show his valor had decided to take matters into his own paws. Earlier in the day, Matthias had resolved that if he had to go alone to fight Cluny, he would do it, even if it meant his death The thought of being a slave to Cluny sickened him, made his stomach turn and his blood boil with rage. He was born free, and he would die free as well.
Keeping his activities secret, Matthias had sneaked around the Abbey the remainder of the day, collecting a bow, quiver, arrows, and he even managed to find some black clothes for his night mission. He waited until just after dark, and somehow managed to sneak past the guards, over the walls and make his way towards the ruins of St. Ninian's Church where Cluny and his army were camped.
Matthias moved quickly, but almost silently as he moved through the tall grass. Luckily for him, there was a slight breeze that caused the grass to sway gently, making it hard for him to be spotted by the enemy. Matthias kept his mind focused on the task at hand. He wanted to kill as many of the vermin he could before he had to run away to the safety of the Abbey, but he would die fighting if he was in dire straits.
Matthias moved in a zigzag pattern as he crept through the grass, occasionally poking his head up to see where he was. As he got closer to the camp, he could see that there were still signs of activity. No doubt Cluny would have sentries posted around the place. When Matthias was finally within arrow range of the camp, he lowered himself down, lying on his stomach. Pulling the blades of grass apart, he saw a perfect target. Just directly ahead of him, he saw a big, gray rat standing guard. He waited, making sure that the guard did not see him in the foliage. The rat looked from left to right, but no noise, body movement or facial expression indicated that he was aware of Matthias' presence. Matthias gently released the blades of grass from his grip, making sure that there was no sudden movement that would arouse suspicion. The young warrior knew that he had to act, but kept calm. Removing an arrow from his quiver, the young mouse knocked the shaft to the bow. He practiced breathing slowly, knowing that all hell would soon break out, and that if he lost control, he was as good as dead.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the mouse rose to his feet as he made ready to pull the bowstring back. Once on his feet, he went into action. Seeing the still unsuspecting guard, he took aim, pressing the bow. With his warrior spirit, Matthias released the string, and quickly dove into the grass. Almost instantly, he heard the sound of the rat screaming and falling to the ground. Knocking another string to the bow, he waited. Hearing the sound of other soldiers running, he pulled the grass apart once again. The rat was lying on the ground motionless, and several vermin were running to his aid. Standing up again, he waited to another target. Seeing several vermin around the fallen rat, Matthias went into an action. Almost unconscious of what he was doing, the mouse loosed arrow after arrow into the group of soldiers, every arrow hitting its mark.
With all the noise created by wounded, dying vermin, Matthias saw that many more soldiers coming out of their tents to try and attack. Dropping to the ground, Matthias made his retreat, zigzagging like before, he occasionally stood up to loose another arrow at his pursuers. With every arrow shot, another vermin soldiers went to Hellsgate. So crafty was the young mouse, that he was able to trick his pursuers until he was completely out of arrows. With no more ammunition, Matthias threw off the quiver and bow, knowing that they would only slow him down. He ran and ran, hoping to see his beloved Redwall once more. All the while, shouting, screaming rats ran after him. He had to make it back! With all his energy, Matthias made a made dash through the grass, the vermin in hot pursuit. All Matthias could think of was the safety of the Abbey, and how proud Abbot Mortimer and the others would be when they heard of his heroic deeds, but it wasn't to be. No sooner had Matthias ran out of the tall grass when he felt something hard and heavy hit him in the back of the head. The young mouse fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. His energy drained, Matthias saw rats grabbing hold of him before everything went black.
The next thing Matthias remembered was the feeling of cold water being splashed on his face. Blinking his eyes, he coughed as the water went down his throat, almost choking him. He had a throbbing headache from where he had been struck. He tried to stand up, but felt a spear shaft smack him on the back, knocking him back on the ground. It was then that Matthias realized his paws had been bound with rope.
"So this is the one that thought he was brave enough to take on Cluny the Scourge?"
Matthias looked up from his place on the ground. Those words had been spoken by none other than Cluny himself. The rat was a hideous sight. Scarred, one eye covered with a patch, and showing his yellow, hideous fangs. The Scourge stood over the helpless mouse, glaring at him hatefully.
"You're going to pay for what you did to my army!" snarled Cluny.
Matthias returned Cluny's hateful glare. "Go ahead, rat. Kill me! It doesn't matter, there's plenty more in the Abbey that will avenge my death!"
Cluny swung his barbed tail at the mouse, wrapping Matthias around the neck. The young mouse couldn't believe the rat's strength, as he felt himself being picked up by the tail and brought within inches of Cluny's face. Choking, Matthias tried pulling the rat's tail from his neck, but Cluny just laughed at the mouse's futile efforts.
"Death?" said Cluny, smiling cruelly. "Death is to good for you! We have something else in mind!"
Matthias felt himself released from Cluny's tail, landing on his rump with a loud "oof!". Quickly, the mouse was sat upon vermin soldiers. Struggle though he might, he couldn't stop them from tearing every stitch of clothing off his body. Naked, Matthias was treated to an even more horrific spectacle. The guards were now removing their clothes as well! Matthias' blood ran cold with fear. He knew what they were going to do to him, and there was no way out of it.
"You're going to be our little slut!" said Cluny, who had disrobed as well. "Have at him, boys!"
Cruel, sadistic laughter erupted amongst the guards. Matthias felt a huge rat grab his paws and cut his bonds. "That's so you can use your paws, mouse!" he growled.
Encircled in every direction, Matthias saw nothing but naked vermin around him, their cocks erect and begging for attention. Two rats grabbed hold of him, forcing him on all fours. The mouse's knees quivered with fear, knowing what was in store for him. Matthias yelped as a rat behind swatted his rump, causing a nasty stinging sensation. His injured rump now had two strong paws on it, prying his cheeks apart. Gritting his teeth, Matthias prepared for his violation. When the rat behind shoved his member into Matthias' virgin rear, it made him wail in pain. This only made the soldiers laugh harder. This mouse had killed their comrades, and now they were getting revenge in the worst way.
With the cock being shoved in and out of him, Matthias watched another rat grab hold of his head; his paws twisting harshly on his ears.
"Open up, you little whore!" yelled the rat. "If you think you're gonna bit me, I'll shove a spear up your tail!"
Matthias did as he was told, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could, he was greeted by the rat's large cock being shoved into his mouth. Matthias gagged as he felt the cock go all the way into his throat. He wanted to vomit, not just from being gagged, but from the taste of the filthy, sweating, unwashed rat cock he was forced to pleasure. The rat grinned as he took hold of Matthias head with both paws and face fucked him.
"Yeah," said the rat, shoving Matthias' head back and forth. "You're gonna suck this dick, you little bitch! You like it, don't you?"
Matthias, his mouth full, mumbled to the rat, making the rat laugh. "Yeah, suck it! Suck it! Oh!"
Matthias felt the rat shoot his load inside his mouth. Gagging, the young mouse coughed up the semen shot in his mouth. The soldiers cackled once more, getting off on the mouse's torture. Once the rat violating him from behind had shot his wad into the mouse's rear, Matthias found that he had two more unwelcome guests spit roasting him. As all this was going on, many of the soldiers, aroused by the sight of the sexual assault, started rubbing their own cocks. Many of them even went over to spray their loads onto the mouse's body, making Matthias turn into a matted, disgusting mess. To add insult to injury, many taunted him cruelly.
"Hey, look at his little pecker!"
"Bet you like it, don't you, you dirty little slut!"
"Of course he likes it! See his little sword getting' hard?"
Matthias was ashamed of the fact that with everything going on, he was actually getting an erection. He just wanted to die, right then, right there. The shame was unbearable.
Just when things couldn't get any worse, Once the latest pair of rats were finished violating him, he was then picked up by Cluny himself. The rat warlord wrapped his tail around the mouse once more. Covered in rat seed, bleeding from his rear, Matthias once again tried to pull the rat's tail away from his, but the onslaught he had just faced had left him with little strength. Cluny waited until Matthias was almost unconscious, then dropped him. Landing with a thud, Matthias tried to regain his breath, only to find something coming up from his stomach. Making sucking sounds, Matthias opened his mouth, committing up a stomach full of semen. This latest sight sent the soldiers into their most sinister laughing yet, some of them even falling to the ground laughing.
Lying on the ground, Matthias once again was picked up by Cluny the Scourge, but this time he was placed on his feet by the warlord. Matthias stared at the huge naked rat, his cock rock hard.
"Now that you've got that out of your system, you'll have plenty of room for what I'm about to give you!" sneered the rat.
Matthias felt Cluny's gigantic cock being poke against his face, all the while the rat taunted him.
"Come one, say you like sucking cock!"
Matthias wanted to fight back, but after what he'd been through, he broke down, crying and sobbing. This only made Cluny more cruel with his torments.
"Say you like sucking cock, you little crybaby whore!"
Matthias, bruised, battered, bleeding and wanting to die, offered no resistance, sobbing out his words. "I like sucking cock!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face.
The vermin erupted with laughter at the mouse's words.
"You like cocks in your ass, don't you? Say it, you faggoty little mouse!"
Matthias cried even harder than before. "I'm a faggot! I like cocks in my ass!
"You wanna suck my cock! Tell Master Cluny you wanna suck his cock!"
"Let me suck your cock, Master Cluny!" sobbed Matthias, his face covered in tears of humiliation.
"Good mouse!" shouted Cluny. "Open up, faggot!"
Matthias offered no resistance at all, opening up his mouth, he felt the pain in his jaw from being forced to keep it open wide for so long. As Matthias was forced to suck the biggest cock amongst all the vermin, all he could think about was what a fool he was. It hadn't been worth. All the talk of bravery, honor and fighting for his home had lead him to his fate. If only he had listened to the Abbot.