Of Warlords and Pleasures: Slagar the Cruel
NOTICE! All chars used in this story are copyright Brian Jacques, and are used without permisson. Mattimeo patted Tess Churchmouse as best as he could through the awkward chains. "Don't worry, Tess. My father will come, along with Basil Stag Hare, and Orlando the Axe, Auma's father, and Jess Squirrel. We'll soon be rid of Slagar!" Vitch came striding up, and delivered a sharp cut to Mattimeo's back with a whippy willow branch. "Hey! Take your paws off that slave, mouse!" Mattimeo glared back at the little rat. "When I'm free of these chains, you'll be the first to go!" Vitch's lip curled contemtuously, but he hurried off, frightened by the battle light in the young mouse's eyes. Tess wiped her eyes on her threadbare smock. "Thank you, Mattimeo. You have the heart of a true warrior." Matthias's son looked up at the sky. "It will soon be nightfall." Slagar the fox strode over to the slavelines, talking with Threeclaws, one of his slave captains. "Take the females away and the males will obey, eh, Threeclaws?" The stoat nodded. "Aye, Chief. That's what's got to be done with this lot here, 'specially the Redwall slaves." Slagar stopped in front of Tess Churchmouse. "Well, I guess you're right, Threeclaws! Whiptooth! Deadnose!" The weasel and the rat came hurrying. "Aye, Chief?" Slagar pointed a paw at Tess. "Remove the female slaves from this line and chain them by my tent." Deadnose grabbed Tess roughly while Threeclaws unchained Auma, Whiptooth menacing the male slaves with an evil-looking club. Auma roared and launched herself at Threeclaws, slashing his paw to the bone with her teeth. A dozen more vermin came bounding out of the forest, whipping and delivering hard blows to the young female badger with their clubs and the flats of their cutlass and rapierblades. Deadnose hauled Tess off, the young mouse screaming and struggling. Mattimeo leapt to the fore, his teeth bared and the warrior's light of battle in his eyes. "Let her go, vermin!" Vitch knocked him flat with a long stave and stood teasing him with it, not allowing Mattimeo to rise and poking at him with the pointed end. Mattimeo lay still, waiting for the right moment. Slagar watched in satisfaction, the red-and-purple patterned mask sucking in and out with each breath. Sam Squirrel kicked and bit at Auma's captors, but a blow from a hard club sent him reeling to the ground, unconscious. Suddenly, Mattimeo leapt up, and dealt Vitch a hard blow to the face with his chains that sent the scrawny rat to the ground, bloody-nosed and unconscious. Cynthia Bankvole cried and screamed as Threeclaws dragged her off after Tess. When the last of the female Redwall slaves had been chained by Slagar's tent, and the locks on the bonds of the remaining male slaves had been closed, the guards retired to the forest where they could rest and get a bit of shuteye before Slagar made them move again. The masked fox called Threeclaws, Whiptooth, and Deadnose into his tent that night, pouring them goblets of rich elderberry wine. "I have an idea to breed those slaves." The captains looked at each other, and then Deadnose cleared his throat. "You really want those slaves to walk 'round carryin' yer offspring, Chief?" Slagar drained the last of his cup. "Of course not, imbecile! I want to breed those male slaves to the females and produce more slaves." Threeclaws held out his goblet for more wine, speaking as Slagar poured it. "An excellent idea, Chief." Whiptooth broke into a wicked smile. "Can we have the slaves after yer done?" Slagar smiled behind the mask. "Perhaps, but I only give gifts to the most honorable Captains." The three vermin sniggered and drained their goblets. "Kin we start tonight, Chief?" Slagar stroked his chin. "Of course. Bring the maleslaves here and line them up in a row. I want to inspect them." The three strode off into the night to do Slagar's bidding. Mattimeo, Sam, and many other young males from Redwall were unchained, hauled to their feet, and paraded off toward Slagar's tent. They were buffeted into a row in from of the tent. In the firelight, Mattimeo met Tess's eyes. He smiled sadly at her, his heart aching at the tears that spilled from her eyes. Slagar flounced out, his eyes narrowed through the mask's eyeslits. "Strip them!" The pitiful rags were cut from the slaves' bodies, revealing their lean muscles. Tess and the other femaleslaves averted their eyes. Mattimeo stood tall, ashamed of his nakedness but not allowing any of the vermin to see it. Slagar pranced down the row, his long cape swirling out. Mattimeo faced the fox boldly, not the least bit afraid of what he knew was under the mask. Slagar grinned. "This one will do. Bring out the young churchmouse." Tess was yanked from her chains and thrown down in front of the fire, clutching her pitiful rags of clothing to her body. Threeclaws and the other two captains shifted position eagerly. Slagar made a motion, and a rat behind Mattimeo shoved him toward Tess. "Get over there, yer liddle snit!" The young mouse faced Slagar. "I will not hurt her." Stepping to Tess's side, Mattimeo took her in his arms. The young churchmouse clung to him as Matthias's son met Slagar's gaze. "Let her go." The masked fox narrowed his eyes at the mouse. "Do it, slave, before I do!" Tess buried her face in Mattimeo's bare shoulder. "No! Please!" Slagar pointed at his captains. "I could give her to my captains, mind you, but she'd never survive the night." Threeclaws, Whiptooth, and Deadnose laughed wickedly. Slagar held his paws wide. "The choice is yours, Mattimeo: take it or leave it." Tess looked up into the face of the young mouse she had come to love, and nodded silently. Mattimeo stood to his feet. "I will do what you ask, Slagar, but only because I do not want her to be subjected to the cruel life of a concubine or a camp follower." The fox grinned. "So be it." Mattimeo glared at him. "I will take her inside the tent, Slagar." Grabbing a willow cane from a nearby stoat, Slagar whipped it across Mattimeo's face. 'Oh, no, slave! You'll take her here, in the dirt, because I said so." Tess wept openly as Mattimeo kissed her firmly, lying her down on the earth in front of the tent. The young son of Matthias and Cornflower stroked Tess's paws gently. "It'll be all right, Tess. I'll try not to hurt you," he whispered. Tess opened her large, wet brown eyes. "I love you, Mattimeo." Mattimeo smiled. "I love you, too, Tess." The young mouse lifted the bottom of her ragged smock, spread her thighs, and thrust inwards. Tess screamed in pain. A shout of crude laughter went up as the vermin watched Mattimeo take Tess as gently as he could. "He'll get rough in a minute," yelled a weasel. "My dagger says he doesn't!" shouted a rat from nearby. Mattimeo watched Tess's face. Her eyes were clenched closed, and her paws worked the ground furiously as she sought to control the screams that were building inside of her throat. Mattimeo felt the heat in his member build, but held back, vowing not be harsh with Tess. A whine ripped from the young churchmouse's lungs, but she allowed herself no other reaction. Suddenly, Mattimeo grunted. Hot, clear seed shot from his shaft into Tess's bloody loins. She moaned in slight pleasure, then lay under him, panting and sobbing. He had time to touch the young churchmouse's face gently one last time before Threeclaws and Whipsnout dragged him off of her and chained him to a tree. Sam Squirrel and Cynthia Bankvole were next, Cynthia screaming and crying, Sam biting and scratching viciously at his captors. Slagar stood watching it all, his cape held out in front of him as he stroked his massive erect foxhood, groaning and smiling behind the purple-and-red patterned mask. Sam was forced to mount Cynthia and he thrust into her, holding his bushy tail out as a privacy shield so that the aroused vermin could not see what he was doing. Cynthia screamed and shrieked as the forced squirrel took her cubhood as gently as he could, then lay under Sam as he trembled with his first release of seed into the young bankvole. Sam, Mattimeo, and the other maleslaves from Redwall sat chained to the tree, holding paws to their ears and looking away as, one by one, the other maleslaves were forced to pair with fresh young females and open them. Slagar slunk away from the others into the forest, where he pulled away his cape and stroked himself quickly until he came with a low snarl of pleasure, the thick, clear, sticky seed shooting wildly into the dirt. The fox kicked earth over his essence and leaned back against a tree with a long sigh, still holding himself. What pleasure. T H E E N D