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NOTICE! All chars used in this story are copyright Brian Jacques, and are used without permisson. It was a beautiful day on the tropical island of Sampetra. Prowling the cool halls of his magnificent palace, Ublaz Mad Eyes contemplated his life, sipping dark red wine from a silver goblet. It had been days since the Waveworm had sailed out across the open sea to pillage and attack the hapless settlers that had tried to set up flimsy encampments along the shoreline. Conva the corsair rat was the captain of the big ship, and he and his crew of filthy murdering searats had brought back many treasures to Sampetra: beakers set with colored stones, carved bone tail-and-pawrings, a gold neckband, a box of small purple pearls, and a shell-box of rose colored pearls; The Tears of all Oceans. The ship had brought back these things from an otter holt, Holt Lutra, but nothing they had returned with was of much value; nothing but the six, large, rose-colored pearls. A searat named Graylunk had stolen them and taken off for Redwall, and nobeast had seen him since that time. In a fit of rage, the handsome, muscular pine marten hurled his wine goblet against the palace wall, roaring aloud, "Lask!" A monitor lizard scurried around the corner, clothed in a flowing green robe and a loincloth. "Yezz, Mightinezzz?" Ublaz pulled a slim, silver-bladed dagger from the sharkskin belt of his green silk robe with a golden border. Blue sapphires sparkled in the handle of the deadly dagger. "I am bored, Lask, and I wish for something to occupy my time." Lask's impassive black eyes never left the Warlord. "A fair young wench from the dock tavernzzz, perhapzz? Or maybe a slave you could try out your daggerzz on, milord?" Ublaz waved his paw, screwing up his face in disgust. "Of course not! I would never dirty my blades or myself on such trash." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "However, I might try to get some information from that otter Conva brought back. Bring her to my throne room at once, and dismiss the guards." Lask bowed. "Azz you wish, Mightinezz." Ublaz smiled and trotted up the stairs to his glorious throne room. He might do more than just pry information from the ottermaid! The huge double doors creaked open as Grath Longfletch was ushered inside, bound from head to toe in chains. Bloodclaw, a rat, and Bilgetail, a weasel, strained backward on the ends of the chains as the female otter fought, lunged, bit, and scratched at them. Ublaz watched indifferently as Bloodclaw and Bilgetail pulled the chains tighter, and then bolted from the throne room, leaving Grath behind as the doors clanged shut. The otter panted, glaring hatefully at the pine marten. Ublaz sat on a great carved cedar throne. "Do you not like my palace?" Grath wiped sweat from her brow, letting her eyes rove over the silks, marble, rich velvet cushions, satin hangings, and the wall braziers smoldering with strange aromatic herbs and incense. "'Tis a pretty ornate room you have 'ere, Mad Eyes, while the rest of your horde sleep outside and in filthy barracks." Ublaz smiled. "On the contrary, Grath Longfletch of Holt Lutra. My soldiers eat, sleep, and work in the finest surroundings, while I run the business of Sampetra up here. It is a marvelous setup." The marten poured two cups of the dark wine, hopped nimbly from his throne, and offered a goblet to Grath. "Do drink, my friend. It is the best wine, aged and tasted perfectly." The otter spat contemptuously into the wine. "I don't drink with scum, Mad Eyes, an' I'm not your friend!" Ublaz threw the goblet aside, and pulled his dagger from his belt, holding it to Grath's throat. "I had you brought here for information, and that's what I'll get! Now, tell me, otter, where did your family hide the Tears of all Oceans?" The otter's chains clinked together as she flexed her powerful arms. "I told you, one of your searats took them!" Her eyes misted over with battle light and tears as she remembered. "It took more 'n a score of your worthless seascum to kill my family. Aye, those rats fought like the cowards they were, cringing as my father's blade found 'em." Ublaz smiled, knowing that he had the otter where he wanted her. Twirling the jeweled dagger from one paw, he spoke in a gentle voice. "I wanted the pearls, but I didn't get them. You wanted your family to stay alive, but they didn't." The pine marten lifted Grath's chin with his pawtip. "I will have those pearls, and you will go to the Dark Forest. Either way, I am still complete ruler." Grath shook her head free of Ublaz's paw, and glared at him. "You will never have me, or my father's pearls, scum!" Ublaz pushed his bladetip against Grath's throat, causing a drop of blood to stand out on the razor sharp dagger point. "Or will I?" Something glinted in the wild dark eyes that gazed up at him, something tantalizing and appealing to his black soul. Before he knew it, Ublaz had seized Grath and brought his mouth down on hers with bruising force. Grath, startled, let the ruler hold the passionate kiss for a moment, and then shoved him away. "Get off me, vermin!" Ublaz backed away, a satisfied smile on his handsome features. "Bloodclaw! Bilgetail!" The two guards hurried in. Ublaz directed them toward Grath. "Remove her chains, at once, and then go take your rests." The stoat and weasel did as the Warlord commanded, and then scurried out, closing the doors. The ruler of all Sampetra pulled the stout steel locks across the door, and watched as Grath slid the chains and manacles off her aching paws. The otter felt Ublaz's warm breath on her ear, and then a gentle kiss on her neck as the pine marten spoke, his voice husky with desire. "I will have you, Grath, whether you like it or not." Grath stiffened, but something told her, deep down, that she would have better chance of killing Ublaz and escaping if she submitted herself to him. Turning, Grath slipped her arms around the ruler's neck and leaned into his kiss, stunned by her own volcanic lust for the pine marten. Ublaz ran his paws down the firm planes of the otter's slender body, and breathed in her clear seascent. Grath opened her mouth, pressing her lips against Ublaz's as he sought her tongue with his own. "I think we have made peace, do you not?" the Warlord murmured into the otter's ear. Grath nodded, stroking Ublaz's strong chest lightly with her pawtips. Ublaz pulled away from her, sprawled out across a pile of rich, dark velvet cushions, and drew Grath down beside him. The mad-eyed ruler of Sampetra poured a goblet of fresh wine for himself and sipped at it, contented to let his eyes rove over the otter's curvaceous young body. Grath watched him, hiding her wariness behind lowered eyelids. Ublaz offered the wine to her, and she sampled it daintily. The Warlord ran a gentle paw down the coarse, ragged, faded green tunic that the otter wore. "Come, take this off, Grath." The otter's jaw twitched, but she complied with the order, pulling the worn clothing off over her head and dropping it on the cool tiled floor. Ublaz nodded appreciatively. "Very nice body." The otter bowed her head so that he could not see her shame. "Thank you, milord. 'Tis only the result of much exercise." The ruler pulled her closer, flicking his tongue out at her left nipple, and then his lips sought hers, and Grath found herself across his chest, her paw caressing his cheek. Ublaz pressed his mouth harder against hers, his own paws massaging her smooth hips. The marten shed his robe as easily as a snake shedding its skin, and rolled Grath onto her back. The otter stiffened again, unused to the treatment of foreplay, but Ublaz smiled winningly at her. "This is your first time, otter?" She nodded, her dark eyes filled with apprehension. The Warlord nuzzled the hollow of her neck, and then pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder blade, sending a wave of heat through her body. "It will not hurt, Grath...much. Relax." Ublaz met her eyes, and exerted the full hypnotic power of his own. The fear left the otter's face, and she smiled oddly, as though she were in a trance of some kind. "Fill me, great ruler of Sampetra, fill me with your lust." Ublaz let out his breath, and then continued with Grath's training, running wet circles around her breasts until her got to the nipples, then sucking them, rolling them in his mouth until they grew hard. The pine marten then moved lower, using all of his sexual experience to increase Grath's pleasure, and his own. Grath's eyes drifted close, and she moaned. Ublaz grinned, crooning softly to her as he moved into position. Suddenly, the female otter cried out and arched her hips toward the pine marten's mouth. The Warlord licked gently at her tangy salt, holding her thighs apart, then, running his tongue around the outside, inserted two long claws and explored Grath's virginity. The ottermaid withed and groaned, sweat beading on her forehead. Without warning, Ublaz pulled his paw away from her wetness, reared up, and thrust into her, hard, gripping her thighs. Grath's eyes flew open as she came out of her trance with a jerk. She shrieked in agony, struggling and shoving at Ublaz, but the Warlord pinned her to the cushions and took her savagely. When it was all over, Ublaz pulled out of the otter, and kissed her cheek, whispering, "You can never outwit a ruler, Grath. Remember that." As the pine marten moved away, blood trickled slowly down the inside of Grath's thighs. Ublaz tsk tsked, then shouted, "Bloodclaw! Bilgetail!" The two guards hurried in. Mad Eyes pointed at the otter lying across the bed of cushions. "Take her away!" As the rat and weasel picked up the chains and looped them around Grath's body. The otter sobbed, but did not fight back. The guards dragged her out of the doors, tugging her down the hall. Ublaz held up a paw. "Wait!" Smiling grimly, the pine marten strode over to Grath. Touching the otter's cheek gently with one paw, Ublaz grinned. "I forgot to tell you, my dear one. Lask Frildur has asked that you go to serve him and his lizards. You are now a Monitor concubine." Grath's eyes widened in shock, and then she howled with pain and rage as the guards dragged her towards the barracks of the formidable, flesh-eating, lustful lizards. Lask Frildur flicked his tongue out toward Grath as she stood before him, two lizards pinning her paws behind her. The Monitor General smiled. "Zo, Grath Longfletch," he hissed, rising from his chair, "we meet again. But, zis time, you will not defy me." He reached out a scaly claw and touched the otter's cheek. Grath glared at him, but said nothing. Lask grinned wickedly, and pulled her close to him. Caressing her bare breasts, he nuzzled her neck. "Ahhhh. Zo beautiful, yet, zo hard." Grath tried to pull away from him by backing away, but stopped short as she felt the hot erection of the lizard behind her against her back. A long tongue slithered out to lick her neck, and hissing laughter sounded. The Monitor General pulled away from the otter, and grinned at the lizards that suddenly appeared around him and Grath. "Zis one will be much more fun than the little mouzemaid we had last night, yezz?" The laughter grew louder as Lask unbuckled the fastening of his long, flowing cloak. Dropping it to one side, the lizard General began to unfasten the laces of his loincloth. Grath tried hard not to stare as the Monitor revealed his own hard hotness, straight and ready. It was a blue-gray color, tinged in pink towards the head, long, and very thick. The otter tore her eyes from it as a bead of clear seed dripped from its tip. Lask advanced on her, his claws ready to pin the otter down. Grath backed away from him, but one of her excited captors lifted her rudderlike tail and pushed the head of his member against her exposed rump. She stopped, but narrowed her eyes at Lask. "You an' yore master will never break my spirit by taking my body, lizard! I am the last daughter of Lutra!" The General stopped short. Baring his sharp fangs, he hissed at Grath. "You will zoon zee what I can do, otter!" Motioning to the Monitors that held Grath, he shouted, "Tie her to the column! Nurgat, bring me a whip!" Grath fought savagely as she was dragged to the large white column by four lizards. Shoving her against it, the lizard who had lifted Grath's rudder produced a length of strong rope and looped it around the otter's muzzle, binding it tightly shut. Another Monitor tied the loose end of a longer rope to Grath's bridle and wrapped it around her wrists, then knotted it behind the column. The lizards stepped back, hissing and laughing quietly as their General stroked himself and brandished the whip. "Zubmit, otter, and I will zpare you!" Grath shook her head. "No! Never, you scumbellied Ublaz lover!" Lask hissed with rage, and lifted the long lash over his shoulder. "Then you will zubmit to me with pain and zcreamz!" He brought the whip down. Grath's paws clenched and her back arched as the leather strap stung her back, but she gritted her teeth and made no outcry. Lask Frildur hissed and whipped the cringing otter again and again, wanting to hear her scream with pain. His slitted yellow eyes blazed with hatred as his lash split Grath's skin and blood trickled down her back. Still, the otter did not make a sound. Resting her forehead against the column, Grath flinched and arched her back every time the metal-tipped whip lashed her raw back, tearing skin and exposing muscle. She could feel her blood trickling down the back of her bare thighs, and bravely closed her eyes as Lask whipped her again and again. Grath slid down until she half knelt, half stood, in front of the Monitor General. Lask stopped the lashing in midair, and wiped sweat from his face as he stared at the otter's revealed deep pink female opening. Grath breathed hard, the pain in her entire body like bloody fire. Her eyes were closed and she bowed her head as she heard pawsteps behind her. Lask leaned over Grath, his scaly claws resting lightly on her sides. "Zo, will you zubmit now, otter, or will I have to whip you more, hmmm?" Grath ignored him, loathing the feel of his touch on her body. Sweat dripped from her tightly bound muzzle onto the tiled floor of the Monitors' barracks as she stared down at it. Lask watched her sides heave with angered breaths and stepped back so that he could eye her pink flower once more. His claws strayed downwards to grasp his stiff shaft, and he stroked himself quickly as the pleasure built in his loins. Suddenly, with a shuddering, hissing gasp of relief, Lask spilled his clear seed to the floor in long spurts. The other lizards elbowed each other and grinned knowingly. Grath heard the sticky seed splatter onto the floor and tensed her body, for she knew what was going to happen next. Lask hissed softly as he knelt behind his otterprisoner. He inhaled her fresh seascent and ran a claw between her rump cheeks. Grath shuddered. Lask caressed her rump and then slid his claws down to stroke and prod at her moistness with his thumbs as he hissed, "Zubmit, Grath Longfletch of Holt Lutra. You cannot rezizt my touch, otter." Grath felt a tingling between her thighs as the lizard manipulated her pink flower skillfully, and grunted from behind the rope halter. Lask heard her sound, and grinned. "Ahhh. Zo beautiful, zo sweet. Let us zee what an otter taztez like, hmm?" The assembled Monitors hissed gleefully, their eyes fixed on their General. Lask spread the otter's legs and gazed longingly at her pinkness, then leaned forward and took his first taste. Grath squealed and moaned as his tongue slithered up inside of her, savouring her tangy salt. Lask felt himself respond, but did not move, licking and tasting Grath as her flower opened its soft petals to him, one by one. The otter gasped and moved to give Lask better access as he tongued her expertly, holding her rudder to one side. Ublaz had never given her this much pleasure! She moaned as the release came suddenly and her juices flowed. Lask's own loins tightened and he lapped a bit more at her wetness, then pulled up and gripped Grath's thighs. In one movement, he slit her bridle and plunged inwards. The otter cried out, but made no effort to rise, hugging the column as the Monitor lunged and thrust, his hot thickness probing her sensitive places. Grath moaned and backed into his dangling sac, pulling the rope she was bound with taut. The other lizards hissed and sprayed their own seed across the floor as Lask rode Grath, thrusting like a snake into her places of pleasure. The otter cried out once more as they both climaxed, and moaned with pleasure as Lask's hot seed shot deep into her womb. The Monitor General collapsed atop Grath for a moment, panting heavily, then pulled her over onto her side so that she lay in his embrace, his thick reptilian shaft still deep inside of her. His scaly claws stroked her muscled thighs as he hissed softly in her ear, "Zo, Grath, you will zubmit to me?" Grath nodded, and rolled over to face Lask as he pulled himself out of her. She gazed into his slitted yellow eyes. For a flesh-eating lizard, Lask Frildur was very handsome and strong, with chiseled features and nimble claws.....Grath shuddered pleasurably as she remembered what those same claws had done to her. Lask nuzzled her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling and squeezing the other until it became hard in his fingers. Grath moaned, clutching at the Monitor General as he kissed her passionately and rose. His ranks of lizards watched in rapt silence as Lask turned to them. "The otter iz mine, my Monitorzz. I alone will enjoy her." Grath took Lask's outstretched claws and rose to her feet as the lizard slit her wristbonds. The General fastened his loincloth kilt and draped his cloak around Grath's bare body. The otter watched him, amazed by his kindness toward her. If she had felt some sort of affection toward Ublaz in her trance, she now loved Lask Frildur with a burning passion. The assembled lizards hissed with anger as Lask put an arm around Grath's waist and led her to the barrack-room door. Suddenly, the one called Nurgat grabbed the whip Lask had dropped. Swinging it above her head, she lashed out with it at Lask's unprotected back. The metal points caught his flesh and ripped it. The General hissed with enraged pain and whirled. Pulling a long trident from behind a chair, he lunged forward and ran Nurgat through. Kicking the slain Monitor to the side, the big lizard raked the trident across another's side, but not before a swift spear thrust injured his leg. Lask swung his tail and brained Nurgat's son, a hefty lizard called Usk. Grath suddenly felt new life coursing through her; she grabbed a trident and hurled herself at the scores of aroused and furious Monitors, roaring as she slashed and stabbed, "Holt Lutraaaaa!" Lask went down under the ounslaught, hissing curses as he flailed wildly with tail and trident alike. Grath felt two strong sets of claws grab her ankles, and stumbled, slaying two Monitors with her outstretched trident. Another lizard tackled her around the waist and she fell. Grath cracked the skull of one Monitor and decapitated another before four reptiles managed to yank the trident away from her. Grath saw the clenched fist coming at her, and tried to dodge it, but failed. WHUMP! The lizard's scaly claws plowed into her face, splitting her lip against her teeth and hitting her nose, causing to to bleed. The otter struggled to rise, but a wicked hiss sounded from behind her. Frok, a lizard who had appointed himself leader after Lask was thrown from a window, montioned for two Monitors to hold Grath still. The otter braced herself for Frok's penetration of her, but was not ready for his horribly thick shaft. She screamed with pain as he shoved it into her, cruelly tearing muscle and plunging deeper than Ublaz or Lask had gone. Two heavy testes slapped against her rump with stinging force as Frok thrust his huge rod deeper into her. Grath shrieked in agony as he ripped himself out and then rammed back in, his claws biting brutally into her thighs as he yanked her back into him to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, with a snarl of delight, Frok came, his seed gushing like a hot, sticky river into her. As he twisted out, some of his issue spilled onto the floor at his knees. Grath moaned, feeling blood run down her thighs once again. Frok, however, was much too fired up to quit then. He pulled up and entered her tight rump. The otter struggled and howled with this new pain, but Frok ignored her, lunging and plunging as he thrust with numbing force against her hips and rump. His massive pole ripped its way deeper and deeper into Grath's body, and he hissed, enjoying her complete submission to him and the tightness of her virgin rear. Once more, Frok threw back his head and yelled as he gave one final thrust and climaxed, his sticky emission coating her rump cheeks and lubricating her opened tunnel for the next lizard to mount. Grath screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. What had she done to deserve this? Ublaz sat back for an hour, listening to her agonized cries as the Monitors raped, bit, whipped, abused, and ravished the unfortunate otter. He sipped dark red wine, and smiled. What pleasure. T H E E N D