Hate Me Please

A Tale of Redwall

Romsca felt unsettled; sitting on the prow of the ship she was watching the waves and trying to consider how to handle the matter of the Abbot in the hull. Perhaps it was because he was so benevolent and seemed to ‘forgive’ everything that was driving her mad, but her whiskers twitched and her nose wrinkled in disgust. She could not stand it; she was a damn corsair and one of the meanest on the seas and the only reason she’d hadn’t left the lizards to rip him limb from limb had been because it pissed them off that they couldn’t! She’d even said it to his face and yet he’d insisted on seeing the goodness within her.

Disgusting, these holy types were always the same… they could be covered in muck and still assume it could smell like roses! Romsca could not stand it, especially not when he was a plump old mouse morsel that could easily end up in her gullet let alone anyone else’s. He knew nothing of the world, just that idealised thought of all those that sought to heal and cure and try to live in a land of milk and honey where there wasn’t starvation, fear and all the horrors and violence that desperation caused. Why was she letting it get to her?

She spat over the edge of the ship, hearing the low hiss of the great lizards slipping about onto the deck to sun themselves. They’d be pretty damn sluggish until just after midday when they’d be warm and desperate for a bit of action. She had decided that she was going to deal with Durral and his damn patronage and benevolence and it was going to happen now! For all his preaching and his kindness that ‘holier than thou’ aura had echoed around him and Romsca knew damn well where it came from. He was unaware of any of the pain or pleasures of life outside the red stones of his abbey and so there was a nice, easy way to ensure that Abbot Durral would stop his preaching and understand that the world was full of poison and he was little more than another piece of muck to get stepped on!

The last lizards pulled themselves out of the resting spots and Romsca strolled with heavy feet down the middle of the boat and to the back. She looked about for Lask for a second, double-checking where the stinking great brute was and noticed he was sitting up by the wheel. He was getting the most amount of sunlight there, exposing his belly to it and he’d come round and start bothering her soon enough, so she had to take her moment now. She stepped down the steps and deep into the hull where the cargo was rolling and tossing with the waves, the bound mouse being barged and battered by the occasional loose item that rolled over his feet or jabbed his side. He was gagged as always because she could not stand the rubbish he spouted but his eyes snapped onto her approaching form and then seemed to soften.

She could already read it in his eyes, the way he was going to say if she removed that gag, ‘I know you aren’t like them’, he’d then try to make her be his friend again and she despised herself for having ever let him talk about anything! She stepped right up to him as he gave her that kind expression to suddenly kick him firmly in the hip. Durral gave a grunt of pain, knocked slightly to the side but swiftly straightening himself upwards. That expression of understanding and forgiveness was soon glittering in his eyes, he did not say or mutter anything and Romsca gave a hiss of frustration as she grasped hold of the gag from his mouth and gently took it out with a growl.

“Go on… tell me how much you think your faith will keep you from being gutted? You see this blade…” Romsca hissed, her whiskers twitching and her face becoming as menacing as possible. She was daring him to say it, daring him to tell her that he believed she was good at heart and it might work with any of the idiotic creatures that lived in his woodlands but she’d had to live in the cut-throat world where there was not some kind of sanctuary to hide away in. “Just say it… I dare you!”

“You’re trying to reassure yourself that you don’t need to be shown forgiveness or kindness… I understand that… I know you need to remain aggressive because if you show weakness it will be used against you. But I won’t hold anything against you, Romsca… you’re not at fault… you can even show me your weakness and know I would never use it against you.” Durral could see the stress upon her face, the fact that she wanted to burst into tears and scream at him for giving her this kind of hope and kindness. But it was the way of the mice of Redwall, even when faced with the most dangerous of warlords their faith kept them strong and kept them safe, they did not believe in killing unless there was absolutely no choice and even then, they would still pray for the dead and give the correct prayers for the enemy’s dead too. It was the way of Redwall and the way of Durral’s world. “I will always forgive you…”

Romsca growled and her fist smacked the beam just above the mouse’s head, his little ears pinning back with a slight moment of fear. Fear though was to be expected and yet as he looked to the growl on the ferret’s face and the way her fist was buried in some of the wood and even had a few splinters within it, he gave a soft sigh. He calmly opened his mouth to ask if she was alright and would willingly look to her wound, but then Romsca’s paw snatched about his robes, squeezing his habit and twisting it slightly so against the bindings it was tight and made him choke slightly. She stared down at him furiously and curled her lips.

“Don’t even think it… I saw you flinch and I could spend all my time hurting you… cutting your feet with a blade so you feel the hot blood and the hideous sting… I could cut your tail off… take chunks out of your ears…” Romsca hissed angrily into the mouse’s face, then pulling up the biggest ball of saliva she could manage and then spitting it firmly into the Abbot’s face. She gave a scoff of irritation, before a half-hearted laugh as she stood up in front of him and then kicked him in the gut. It cause Durral to give out a groan of pain as Romsca smirked and then squatted back down. “Is it really so easy to forgive when there’s no reason for me to do this… I’m just doing it because I want to!”

“Of course it is… easy… to forgive… I forgive you… Romsca… you’re facing a moral battle within and…” Durral began, slumping forward against his bindings and feeling like he was about to vomit. However, though the spit on his face was disgusting and very insulting, he knew that everything Romsca was doing right now was to fight the fact that she wanted to be kind to him. He understood the weight of the battle she was facing right now, questioning every part of her life she’d taken to reach this point and whether she had truly lost herself to the cruelty or whether she truly cared and wanted to help him. “I… forgive…”

“SHUT UP!” Romsca took another blade from her side and threw it at the floor, right between the mouse’s feet. The mouse went quiet suddenly and for a brief moment, the ferret believed she’d won her case as she was sneering towards him, but Durral lifted his head back up to lock eyes on her. There was a softness in his eyes, an understanding that screamed he would never blame her for whatever she felt she had to do right now. It made Romsca’s fur ripple in disgust as he stepped right up to him and this time curled her fist, swinging it into his gut.

This time the mouse lurched forward, vomiting quite painfully and gasping for the horrid acidic burn down his throat. Worst of all, he couldn’t lean as far forward as he’d wanted so his habit was stained in the watery muck. He looked up at Romsca and could see her eyes shining wickedly with an expression that screamed she needed him to hate her. Durral knew what she wanted and he just gave her that understanding expression, how could he refuse to forgive her when she was trying so very desperately to make him hate her. She would understand, he had faith she would understand and there was no pain the flesh could take that the soul did not withstand and overcome. It was a test for them both, he would win and he would be able to help her… although Romsca was curling her lips again in fury.

“Disgusting idiot… making a mess out of yourself. Come on, I’ll take that off you, don’t want it stinking any further down here but I’ll use it to wipe up your mess!” Romsca growled as she stretched her hands out and around this habit. Immediately though, panic lit up in the mouse’s eyes to say that he did not want her to take his robes off. He writhed under her actions as she tried to tug and pull, but he pinched himself backwards to stop him from yanking the clothing off. Romsca hissed and sat back down with a sneer, but inside she was smirking that he would be so reactive to clothing. Romsca though was going to clean him up and so she spotted a bucket of water beside her and hooked it right up.

Durral was suddenly soaked in the freezing cold water that with salty and filled with muck from where it had scrubbed the floor. Durral gave a gasp of shock, choking and grunting before then shaking his whole body, his fur hanging around his cheeks and his habit terribly cold and uncomfortable. He grimaced, he was very angry that she had done that and for a moment she almost saw it as his whiskers had twitched and his tail had wagged with dismay. But then, he’d closed his eyes and taken in the deepest breath he could manage. As he took in the salty air and tried to find a way to calm himself, he felt his heart opening with forgiveness and he spoke gently.

“Thank you… I needed… the wash…” It was not said as a joke either, Romsca almost wish he had though to be a little snarky with her but she curled her lips in fury. How could he be so damn merciful, grateful even when she had just soaked him with muck? There could be anything mixed into that water… piss even… but here he was thanking her! She was so annoyed, so damn angry, she didn’t want him to think anything like this… she didn’t want him to think she cared and so suddenly she grasped hold of his habit. She grasped it and shook him firmly as he gave a soft grunt of surprise as she shook him roughly again.

“Stupid little mouse… you can’t seem to comprehend just how much your fate is hanging on a knife edge. I may have stopped the lizards but that’s only because you’re a pretty tasty looking morsel and once we’ve gotten what we’d needed from you… I’m going to eat you myself!” Romsca snarled furiously, hating the fact that they were still giving expressions of thanks and understanding to her. It was almost like he was giving her permission to eat him, as if he believed she would give him a merciful end and Romsca sneered angrily. She continued to grip at his soaking habit before she gave a sudden smirk. “Well… we need to keep you alive, so you won’t be needing this…”

“I know you wish to be kind in giving such care to my survival… but you do not need to remove my habit, Romsca.” Durral said it calmly, but it was obvious to Romsca that she’d managed to find some kind of weakness, some area that would make him hate her the way he should. She chuckled, grasping one of the bindings and loosening it enough the mouse was able to lean forward. She then took her blade and brought it to the sleeves, cutting them open as Durral gave a grunt of concern, before she grasped the habit and yanked the entire piece of thick fabric right off his head. Durral gave a groan of dismay, suddenly feeling colder than before and naked… he motioned with his hand to cover himself, but his hands were still bound back behind him and Romsca gave a snort.

"Poor little wet morsel... look at you, all shivering and naked… probably haven’t seen your own body in a good decade. Probably the first time your body’s had a little bit of an airing…” Romsca chuckled, making a point to slowly look down towards his groin, knowing it made the mouse feel uncomfortable as he closed his legs. He tried to pull himself about so his pert little belly was covering himself, certainly Romsca knew there wouldn’t be much down there to really impress her, but it was clear to see that she’d found his weakness. Of course it was his weakness, he was going to feel embarrassed about a part of him that was so… sinful! “What are you so concerned about… no one else on the boat cares about what’s on display…”

Durral held his lips, he wanted to insist that she could not look at him and that it was indeed a part of his body that he had no use for but sullied his manner. However, if he said anything he would only be proving her point and giving her fuel to the idea she was horrible. He knew she had done this because it was the best way to upset him, but he refused to do such a thing. He could not be angry with her, Romsca was trying to separate them and making herself less than him. Poor thing, she could not help herself but want to make this bridge between them and he could not help but sigh softly.

“Don’t you dare think of pitying me for that you disgusting little god-botherer!” Romsca snarled, using a term she’d heard before and knew damn well was something that would upset him. It certainly made Durral pull his head back and snap his sharp teeth together for a moment, whiskers twitching before he straightened up and closed his eyes. He would not respond but Romsca gave a low hiss, a predatory hiss that made him want to shiver but he kept himself from opening his eyes. He would no longer respond; she wanted him to react and show that he could be hateful and prove there was no such thing as true mercy or forgiveness. But Romsca had what she wanted now; a very wicked idea popped into her mind as she watched the plump little mouse pin his ears back.

So… that had upset him, but not as much as the sensation of him being removed of his habit. Now as she looked at him, he really was just a simple plump little mouse… a tasty morsel and slowly she opened her mouth with another hiss. Then she slowly rolled her tongue against her fangs, making a sound almost as nasty as the monitors to try and scare the mouse with the thought she really might just eat him. However, Durral just seemed to relax at this… ready for the terrible fate of being devoured and it was enough to make Romsca close her mouth and pout in frustration.

This was one troubling little morsel, but she did have an interesting thought on the matter with this creature. Durral was so sensitive to mentions of… his nakedness and that was enough to make Romsca chuckle thoughtfully over it all. She was stroking at her whiskers as she then gave a soft little snort, thinking suddenly of something very amusing. As she stepped back to the rodent, she gently pushed one of her feet between his legs, staring down to take a peek but Durral snapped his legs together and could not help but produce an adorable little squeak that made the ferret hiss in delight. Oh yes… this was where to attack.

“What’s the matter? Nothing wrong in taking a peek… then again you are a mouse so there’s probably not much to see… but I guess you haven’t even given it a good look in a long time either! Poor little abbot… not fair having all that position and still not able to tend to yourself once you feel a little thrill.” Romsca chuckled gently, pulling her paw back and then stretching her paw to grasp his chin. She lifted his head up to look at her and their eyes locked onto one another as Durral almost wanted to plead to her not to go there. She could feel it in the air, the way it seemed to hum and he seemed to be begging her not to go to the one place he could not go either! But Romsca was amused as she looked in his eyes and then grinned with a sneer. “Oh dear… what’s that face about? Don’t tell me you’ve had naughty thoughts before… has the little plump abbot got plump in awkward places before.”

“No… uh…” Durral could not stop himself from saying it, pinching his lips together and almost squeaking in agony and terror. No, he hadn’t meant to say anything and he did not want to think about it either, he did not want to think about that other part of him. He’d also never thought about such things before, that was not for him or his fellows, they did not believe or become involved in others or one another. But he found her eyes hypnotising and her expression held him firm. He mouthed never and she gave a sudden and loud cackle, letting him go for a moment as a truly wicked thought came into her head and she stepped back from him.

So the old rodent had never even thought about that part of his body except maybe as something he shouldn’t do. He probably only thought about it when he went to a latrine and it certainly amused Romsca to think the old rodent had neglected his body so much. It was almost adorable to think and she grinned wickedly as she gave a steadying breath and sat back, looking across at him. Durral was anxious, he hated being naked and he hated being wet and… he hated that she wanted to blame this upon herself. He felt for her, he truly did, she should not feel that this was the only way to make herself feel less guilt for the life she’d lived thus far.

He did not want her to blame herself, to hate herself or feel that she did what she did out of malice… she’d done what she could to survive. He understood it, he could forgive her for it and he hoped she would soften and then, he could steer her to the right path. Yes, other Abbots and figures in the history of Redwall had insisted that vermin could not always be trusted to turn the right path but… maybe she could. He wanted to give Romsca that chance… wanted to see her change as he knew she could and knew she would.

Durral had faith in her… even if she did not have faith in herself.

With a soft hiss as the ferret stepped into position in front of him, Romsca sat herself down and then brought her claws to the buttons on her tunic. She had the most wicked grin upon her face and her eyes were shining with excitement. She began to undo it and immediately Durral turned his head to the side, petrified over what was happening, Romsca paused and grasped his head, turning it back and then tightening the ropes around his shoulder and neck. Turning away would only make him choke and so Durral tried to close his eyes, but Romsca knew he’d be interested soon enough, they always got interested no matter species.

She undid her buttons steadily, a stern expression on her face that screamed that there was no pleasure in this for her really and yet the mouse was determined he would not look. Romsca understood, but that’s why she’d tightened the ropes to keep him there, as she pulled he jacket aside, she brought her paws into her fur. She began to give soft moans as she felt about her breasts, stroking and grasping at their form hidden into the creamier fur of her belly. As she did so, she made sure to make desperate sounds of delight before she felt her nipples rising and began to peel the fur back, pinching her fingers about the nipples, enticing the mouse to dare to look and be overcome.

“Have you ever seen this before? Ever wanted to touch, feel or taste another body? I bet you’ve considered it before… how could you not? You’re a grown adult and all adults think about it, don’t they?” Romsca smirked, she had no doubt that the mouse must have thought about some plumper little mouse maiden and all her fleshy bits to play with. However, as she looked towards them the mouse was still trying to struggle against his bonds, especially because he wanted to respond but found his throat too tight. He gave a gasp and he had to turn around and face, her again as he grimaced.

Durral was aware she was going to try and make him hate her this way, but he was stern in his celibacy and his vows as the Abbot of Redwall. He kept his eyes pinched tightly shut, he ignored the noises she was making and instead tried to recite hymns within his head, mouthing them to keep his focus as he tried to pin his ears back. He was not going to look, he was not going to respond, his body had never known nor cared about such things so if she was trying to make him hate her by doing this, he would not. He knew she was just doing this to soothe her own conscious because he was getting to her, she felt sorry for him and she wanted to befriend him… his heart screamed that was the reason for this and he would resolve to forgive her foolish actions and guide her to understanding their friendship.

But he did not want her to do this… he wanted to tell her to go away, to cover herself and not be so filthy. His mind was already starting to spit out some unpleasant things, insisting that she was trying to dirty him and that she was disgusting for being so free with her body, not thinking of herself as something that deserved better. His mind was already thinking up sermons to offer and reasons to negotiate with her and he gave a groan of frustration, he had to try and stop her. This was dangerous territory and he needed her to back off.

“Please… this is not who you are Romsca… you don’t have to sully yourself in this manner.” He began, fighting against the tight straps to talk but he was trembling. He tried to loop his tail over himself, grimacing in anxiety for what might happen and Romsca ignored him, moaning as she teased at her teats and then licked her lips hungrily again. This was going to happen; this was going to be the only way to make him hate her so she could get on with her everyday pirating!

Romsca did not want his friendship, upon realising that he was trying to resist she gave a low grunt, her nipples were sensitive and hard now, rather obvious probing out from the fur and she was intent that no matter what, this mouse was going to get the shock of his life. She was going to make him despise her, because she was going to make his body respond even if his heart and mind would not and she was going to use him like a pleasure toy. There would be no feelings involved but the hope he would realise that she was just like any other pirate as she stepped forward and grabbed the mouse by the ears. She pulled the big round forms back to make him squeak in pain before yanking his nose down into her breasts.

Durral jerked his head back, only to have into pushed back into her soft warm mounds. She released his ears but then pushed her breasts against his face, just rubbing them around his nose, stroking against his cheeks and whiskers before then pressing his mouth near them. Durral jerked about, wrestling as much as he could to pull away from her and he gave a whimper, shaking his head firmly and panting because he was so petrified. Her body smelt so strong but so interesting, her body was so hot and nice to feel against him but worse… he had never been touched like this before and he did not want to be touched like it!

“What’s the matter? You so worried about some nice breasts rubbing at your face? The lizards that tried to eat you would be jealous. You can nuzzle into them you know, you can kiss them, lick them, mouth them…” Romsca began with a smirk of amusement, licking her lips as she pulled back to look down and at the petrified expression upon the mouse’s face. His eyes looked a little bleary, he was trying to keep them shut but she’d obviously rubbed at them. His little nose was twitching and he had his mouth hanging slightly open as he looked as if he was incredibly stunned. She was amused as she stroked his cheeks firmly and them brought his mouth towards one of her nipples with a smirk of utter delight. “…you can suckle on them Durral… you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“You’re just trying to provoke me… but you don’t want to be like this.” Durral stated, blinking at her very gently and slowly, almost as if to reassure her that she was forgiven. He did not want to respond to her request, a part of him had always bene curious but this was not what he wanted or would do. He would not give in to lust or allow himself to be turned by this ferret. He just closed his eyes firmly, not afraid of whatever she might think to do as Romsca released his head with a soft growl. She looked vicious, on the edge of perhaps stabbing him but she then gave a smirks of amusement.

“Maybe you’re more interested in a good, firm rump… heh…” She was not amused, she’d thought for a second there, the panic upon his face had made it obvious that he was going to understand that he was not going to have his sacred little chastity for very long. Certainly, this would be the best way to upset him and let him see how much she was not going to be his friend or going to be good to him. Romsca squatted down and began to sit into him, pushing her backside up against his chest, feeling him wrestle and wriggle to turn away from her. He could not get out of his tight bonds and as he continued to squeeze his eyes shut, he tried to pull his head upwards as Romsca dropped her backside into his lap and began to grind against him.

She had no idea what she’d feel, mice cocks were so small compared to a ferret like herself that if she felt anything at all it would be a surprise, maybe even a pleasant one. Still, she felt his legs kick at her and could hear him tug at his bondage, desperate not to be caught up in this situation as he growled and groaned and gurned against the straps. She could not feel anything as she sat down onto him but she was still rather amused that he was wrestling with the bonds, that he was fighting because it meant she was upsetting him and that’s what she wanted. But she was not going to stop, she knew that he was going to stop praying for her after this and he would curse her name just like he should.

“How’s that feel? Like the feel of a big warm body up against you… must be hard when you’ve never allowed yourself to have this much attention. You’re still a bit damp from your wash, maybe this’ll help your body heat up?” Romsca teased, although she felt a little uncomfortable speaking in that manner, it was all for an important reason and she was going to enjoy the fact she made him hate her… she certainly was not feeling much happening against her rump. She sat down slightly, pushing her backside into his groin and trying to rub at something she hoped would be starting to respond to her, but she was starting to worry that he really was not getting excited the way she wanted to. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Romsca stood up, turning around to look towards the mouse’s groin but smirking when Durral gave a whine of anxiety and pinched his legs together. He seemed to be trying to pull his legs in, trying to cover himself up completely and it was enough to make Romsca smirk. Clearly she’d caused some kind of reaction from him and now she was going to take a look at whatever the abbot had on hand as she knelt down in front of him to get a better look. Kneeling immediately made the legs cross and try to lift up against his pert belly, Durral was clearly afraid and Romsca was pleased… it meant she was starting to hurt him.

“What are you scared of? If you’re such a pure and pious little mouse then it won’t have a reaction, will it? Are you scared that I’ve made your body respond?” Romsca teased, licking her lips in a teasing slurp before then bending down to look at him in fascination. As she lifted his belly and pulled one of his legs apart, Durral gave a sharp gasp and Romsca gave a chuckle to see a plump little mouse dick sitting up and waiting for more. She beamed and tutted, shaking her head softly before looking at him with a heavy sigh of disbelief and then tutted, patting his nose gently before giving a little chuckle. “Looks like it wanted some fuss… how about I touch it and see if it tries to hide?”

“Don’t…” Durral whined, petrified and ashamed all at once, he did not want his body to respond like this, it was insulting and embarrassing. He did not want anyone to see or touch such a part of him that was just so shameful. He tried to push against his bonds, tried to push his gut out more to cover himself. He tried to pinch his legs together but now when he moved he felt that sudden shiver of excitement when his form suddenly got touched by his own flesh. It was too late now; he had to pinch his eyes shut and growl. “You will not arouse me… you will not arouse me…”

“That’s right… say your little mantra and see if your body’s going to be that obedient. But this little guy isn’t getting any smaller… that’s bad Durral. Means our plump little Abbot has got some dirty thoughts. Maybe he’s quite aroused to be tied and restrained like this? Maybe that’s why its coming out… because our Abbot is a pervert.” The ferret mused and at this Durral snapped at her loudly, which only made her smirk in pleasure.

“I AM NOT!” Durral could not help himself, he hadn’t wanted to react like that but… he did not want her to touch him, did not want her to corrupt him and now their eyes were locked his nose twitched in anxiety as he searched her eyes for help. “Please… do not do this. It’s not who you are!”

“See… that’s where your kind are always wrong… you’re putting your ideal version of me out there but I already told you, I’m a rapscallion… a scoundrel… a corsair and you’re just a brief bit of fun in my hedonistic voyage.” Romsca growled, rolling the words on her tongue to emphasise the point as she looked down at the delicious mouse with hungry eyes. She made sure there was only malice to be seen within as those big dark mouse eyes seemed to widen with fear and perhaps tears. A part of Romsca did not want to do this, did not want to prove him wrong and hurt him but… that was a part of her that would only lead to her being slaughtered if she continued this way. With a smirk she pushed into his chest and brought her paw to his phallus, licking her lips as she smiled up at him happily. “Now… I wanna see you enjoy this…”

“Never!” Durral whimpered, trying to clench his legs together still to prevent any touching, but Romsca smirked. She wanted him to be scared, all of her prey and her prisoners were scared, if they thought she was friendly than the others might think they had a chance to take over. Her whole life was at stake if she didn’t make this creature hate her and so she wrapped her paw delicately about the warm and slightly wet form. She hummed at that, was he aroused that far already, or was it from chucking the water onto him earlier? She could not tell but she hummed to herself, licking her lips thoughtfully as she began to squeeze and Durral gave a whine. “Please... no... no..."

She liked that he wailed, as she wrapped her paw about his form she could feel his vein pulsing within and gently, she began to pump up and down. She could feel it getting harder and hotter in her grip and the faster she moved, the more Durral began to pant anxiously. As she gripped it he wailed again for her to stop as she pinched near the top of the head and his hips ended up jolting upwards. He gave a sharp gasp, not wanting his body to respond like that and Romsca smirked. His cock was so tiny it sat in her paw like… it was amusing as she continued to pump against it and rub it firmly enough to then feel it straining out at its strongest and Durral was whining. His cock was twitching firmly within her grip and she gave a smirk as she pulled away and then straightened up with a soft smirk.

“Boy… you really haven’t been touched in a long time, see this little wet patch in my fur…” Romsca hissed, leaning forward and brought her paw towards his face. He was whining, his hips jolting because his cock was so sensitive that each time the boat rocked, he was feeling himself being rubbed against his belly. He closed his eyes though, he did not want to look at whatever was on her hand, he couldn’t otherwise he would never be able to forgive her. Romsca understood then and lifted her clean paw to his face, peeling an eyelid up so he had no hope but to watch as her tongue rolled over the wet splash with a sudden shudder. “Oooh… very strong… you know it’s not healthy to leave it in there.”

“You’re… you’re… you’re disgusting.” Durral stated, unable to cope with the thought that he was daring to say such a thing. He felt like sobbing in dismay, how could he allow himself to be so cruelly played with like this? He wanted to howl out again and scream that she was the cruellest beast he’d ever met, but he had to try and suck it all in. He could not say these things, Romsca was doing it just to upset him… was doing this just to torture him… but to prove a point against him. If she was pushing so hard it must mean she had a redeemable quality as she continued to lick her paw loudly and the mouse took in a shuddering breath before locking eyes upon her carefully. “But… I will still forgive you.”

“WHAT! I don’t need it!” She snapped angrily, gripping her paw around his form more tightly and squeezing it as he gave a sudden gasp of pain. She was glad he was looking stunned and that he seemed surprised, his little cock was throbbing so tightly and desperately in her paw she could tell that his body was utterly betraying him. Certainly Romsca was angry now, she was angry that he would still forgive her and so she was determined, she’d make him cum by her paw and see how he acted through that. She licked her lips, not with interest but with determination, her brows knotting as she was staring towards his tiny form firmly with a few steadying pumps.

The mouse gave a desperate sound of shock, his cock felt amazing, his hips felt like they wanted to rock and he felt his body betraying him with whistles that this was amazing. He could feel his body was starting to send sinful jolts of delight and pleasure into his mind, tricking him with the thought that his body was desperately in need of this. Durral’s body was hungry, desperate for the climax and he could feel the pressure building down within and he gave a sharp keening sound and pinched his eyes shut. He opened his mouth and then bit down into his lip, trying to taste blood and focus on the pain against her actions.

Romsca watched him in disbelief, she could not believe that instead of just screaming at her and saying he would never forgive her and she was as bad as the rest, he was biting himself. He was such a stupid creature, he only had to yell and scream that she was wicked and he wanted her to stop and yet, he was focusing on pain, punishing himself because he obviously liked it and Romsca was stunned. All he had to do was say he couldn’t forgive her; did he really want her to push him over the edge like this? She was starting to feel bad, starting to feel that sensation that this was not good and she should not be doing this to him… but she pulled away and shook her head, turning towards the wall with a slow sneer.

She was not going to pity him, she was not going to feel bad about this, she was going to gloat about this and scream at him that he was a pervert and a dirty little mouse. She was going to torment him and be more than him… she was not doing this for fun and she was not going to get his damn forgiveness. She spun around at him as she began to hear him huffing, puffing out that he would forgive her, that she would always have forgiveness and Romsca gave a violent hiss!

“Little wretch!” She snarled, lunging at him, her fangs out and looking violent and dangerous as if she might just go ahead and eat him. It seemed Durral was still winding her up more and he looked up at her, ignoring his bleeding bottom lip as their eyes locked. He took in a deep breath, knowing that he was the one breaking her and she was going to abandon him and prove that she did not want to do this, that she was not like them and he took a steadying breath.

“I forgive you.”

“Like hell you will… you’re going to curse me name from this point on!” She snarled as she then grasped his cock and pumped it more again, making Durral gasp and bite himself again. But then, seeing he was quite erect, she put her paws to her groin and began to gently steer the fur away from herself. Durral’s eyes widened in horror, he did not know what she was going to do but he feared it too. He could not stand anymore, so far she had not made him ruin his vow of celibacy, she had given up and he knew she would stop… he hoped she would stop, he prayed she would stop as Romsca then began to give soft moans.

Romsca was quite sure that the little cock of the mouse was not going to be much going in, she’d be lucky if she even felt it, but she needed to get herself wound up all the same. She was rubbing her clitoris, her insides pinching and getting wet as she began to huff and pant gently in desperation. She was not going to enjoy this at all, but she was not going to be forgiven by a stupid mouse that didn’t understand that there was no redeeming her. She gave a growl of frustration as she continued to rub at her clitoris, panting and huffing gently as she then felt herself aroused and then stood up, turning to face Durral.

“Now you’ll not forgive me… you’re going to hate me because I’m going to get rid of your vow of chastity!” Romsca hissed angrily, her whiskers twitching and flicking with desperation as she looked to the mouse with fury. She was not going to be wrestling with her conscience on this, she was going to make him hate her and make him squirm and… Durral was staring at her with that desperate expression that screamed he didn’t want this. Romsca then pushed him up against the wooden pole and then turned around, pushing her backside up into his pert belly and then slowly lowering herself down onto him. Her pussy was hot and wet and she could feel something slide against it… maybe go inside and then she sat there.

Was it even inside her? Romsca was not sure, she stretched a paw down to feel and was startled that moving around the mouse was gasping and his hips were certainly moving. She leant forward a little, her digits stroking near her clitoris and then feeling the hot, throbbing little form pushing against it. It certainly was not an impressive sensation and carefully, she leant back and then squeezed her insides tightly around him, hoping it would get a feel inside her. She was grimacing, she could feel something rubbing near her, but it was incredibly small and certainly it was embarrassing to think that she probably was not going to have much sensation for herself but… the mouse was whining.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Durral begged, terrified by the thought that she was doing this, that he was inside any being and his cock was throbbing and so sore. He wanted to keep thrusting and feel her hot insides tightly around him, he could feel all her wonderful heat and it was making him want to howl. He was going to cum, he did not know how long it would take and his whole body was just screaming! It felt good but it didn’t feel good, it was wicked but Durral could not stop it or her as he gave a whine. “Get off me… I don’t want to!”

“If you don’t want to… then you shouldn’t be reacting to it! You’re the one whose tiny little cock is going to burst, not me!” Romsca scoffed, making a point she was barely feeling anything! She kept leaning back, pushing his little cock as close to her clit as she could so with the friction she would get something. There was the occasional little stunning shock of pleasure when the head got close and she clenched about him, feeling something rubbing but just not hitting any of the good points. There was no way she was going to get anything out of this but, then again it wasn’t about that… it was about breaking him and from the sound of it, Abbot Durral was about to break his vow of chastity completely!

“No! STOP!” Durral was yelping, but he was almost moaning out! He kept having to swallow down his pleasure on the matter; he could not let her know, could not let anyone know that the friction, the heat, the moisture and the rubbing of her insides against his cock was amazing. He kept trying to tell himself that it was just the reactions of the body, they did that no matter what and it was not because he wanted this. He didn’t want this and he was so furious that she was doing this to him! He’d be fine… if he didn’t cum… he didn’t break his vow… he was trying to think of anything to make him lose it, trying to remember prayers and chants to say but Romsca was so heavy and her insides were so warm against the cold of his body. “Please…”

“Please keep going? Alright you dirty pervert Abbot!” Romsca chuckled, squeezing herself about him as tightly as she could and pushing herself back so she was almost sitting on the mouse. The push of her weight onto his belly pushed his plump belly down onto his groin, making it feel even tighter as Romsca continued to rub herself against him. She was gritting her fangs together, she could hardly feel anything with this and found a paw going to her clitoris to rub it gently again, giving a soft sigh of frustration before a grimace as her digits knew what to do and it caused her insides to clench again. “You’ve such a tiny little fellow there Abbot… its no wonder you chose chastity… I’m having to rub myself to get anywhere with it… but of course you’re still enjoying it… any chance around a lady’s body must turn you on… little pervert.”

“I’m not a PERVERT!” Durral grunted, angrily and wanting to strain forward and bite her. If he bit her then she would get off him and he would be saved, he couldn’t do this! Tears were starting to form in his eyes, it shouldn’t feel so good to be inside something so cavernous and yet warm! He groaned in dismay, feeling himself desperate to feel the release to the pressure building up within and yet wishing not to either. He wanted to howl out, to cry out for her to leave him and stop this vile torment… but he knew she was winning this way!

Romsca just smirked, loving that she could wind him up this far, feeling his small cock almost at last as it was straining and almost sort of shaking. She knew that sensation and what it meant… she was sure he was on the edge of ecstasy and it would certainly be eye opening for him. Romsca would have forced him to break his most sacred of vows and she would also have made it obvious that there was nothing within her to forgive. She was as ruthless and nasty as the rest of them… she didn’t need to reach her end either, just needed to make the mouse howl and then… then he would be utterly broken and it would end… she wouldn’t have to keep doing this.

She tried to stop those thoughts sinking in though, the thoughts that were asking if she really needed to go this far, if she couldn’t just leave him alone now and call it quits? She’d done enough surely… he was going to hate her from now on, she’d called him horrible things and made him realise that his body could be manipulated with ease. She’d done it hadn’t she? She’d pushed him as far as she needed to… surely she could stop now?”

“STOP!” Durral gasped one last time, but he was throwing his head up as best as he could, panting and trying to stop himself. He didn’t want it… he didn’t want it… he didn’t want this to happen! But as Romsca continued to work away on him, she could feel it and she knew what was going to happen. She squeezed at him inside her, rubbing into him more and more, the mouse was trying his hardest and then suddenly, he gave a gasp of despair.

Romsca felt his rigid form seemingly vibrate just a little and then she felt the hot little spit splash into her. She stood herself up, the job done and then stepped back over to grasp her tunic. She pulled it back on and tidied her fur up, listening to the sound of Durral sobbing and heaving in despair for what she had done to him. She had made him break his most important vow and well, she was very pleased that she had broken him at last. She turned about to face Durral and gently tapped his nose.

“Oh come along Abbott… you weren’t too bad…” Romsca smirked and the mouse looked up at her with pure fury as tears dribbled from his eyes and he seemed almost to snarl. He hated her… finally, he hated her and Romsca was happy with it. She hoped she was happy with it as she stomped out of the room with a smirk but also a twisted sensation within. If he didn’t hate her, she’d at least hate herself for that.

The End