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Konu knotted his fingers in the kangaroo's long ears, jerking his head back and stretching his long muscular throat out taut. The bound marsupial struggled, bound to a chair in nothing but his fur, both of his long powerful legs broken to assure he couldn't rip the chair apart. Konu lifted his dagger and began to slowly slit the kangaroo's throat. As the blade dug into the side of his neck, the roo let out a sort of strangled squawk, his eyes going wide as dinner plates, pupils quivering. The blood was minimal at first, as the sharp steel dug in, seeking the marsupial's pulsating jugular, but as soon as that vein was sliced an arc of hot blood gushed out of the 'roo's neck. He grunted, his eyes rolling as he started to bleed profusely, Konu pausing with the knife in his neck, just watching the dark, almost purple flow of blood spurt out.

After a moment, the badger cut a little more, the kangaroo's body quivering tremulously as his skin parted under the blade. His windpipe and esophagus were cut next, the kangaroo's moans and cries cut short in a whistling whoosh as the pressure was let out of his lungs and blood cascaded down his throat like a waterfall of wine. He gurgled, blood frothed and aerated into foam sliding down his fur as he started to drown in his own sanguine river. Again Konu paused, the badger coldly watching the kangaroo's struggles getting frantic, desperate. The badger blinked as the Kangroo's oddly curved penis jerked. It began to spurt semen up along the marsupial's taut muscular stomach, staining the fur of his balls with his cum as his body purged itself in one last desperate attempt to pass on his genes.

Konu finished it much more quickly. One last jerk took apart the Kangaroo's neck from jaw to jaw, severing his carotid artery and completely depriving the marsupial's brain of precious blood. Konu stepped back, releasing the 'roo's ears and his head lolled back unnaturally far, the pinkish white of his spinal column glistening in the light. Konu watched him bleed out, dead long before his body stopped twitching, his spent, slick penis draped over the top of his testicles, shriveling as the blood that erected it drained out through his open neck. The roo's entire front was an apron of blood. His genitals were stained red as the blood started to pool between his large feet.

The badger wiped his blade on a cloth and sheathed it, the mercenary's expert technique allowing him to escape such a bloody execution without a fleck of blood on his person. He turned and walked out of the cell, taking the room's only torch with him as he did, leaving the kangaroo's cooling corpse where it was. He stepped out into the corridor beyond the door, flanked by two armored guards, both wolves. "It's done." He said, dryly.

The guards both poked their heads into the darkened room, not able to see the corpse, but they could smell the blood, the sweat and the semen. One of the wolves turned, his nose wrinkled in distaste as he pulled a scroll from his belt. "Here. Your next job, executioner."

Konu took the scroll and nodded, unrolling it. It was the death warrant for a large mutt bandit. He was to die by strangulation. Konu cracked his knuckles, putting the scroll into his own belt, and marching off down the cell-lined corridor to where the dog was being held.

The badger rounded a corner...and froze. His jaws worked in silent shock, the mercenary looking down at his chest, where a brown-furred paw held a dagger that was plunged hilt deep in Konu's chest! The badger tasted blood, feeling it run over his lips as the paw yanked the long dagger out, its blade gleaming and smeared with his blood. Konu clutched his chest, feeling hot blood pouring over his paws as he dropped to his knees. He coughed, more blood running down his chin as he collapsed onto his back.

The world became a disjointed blur of thudding boots, yelling, the clash of metal that swirled into a confusing watercolor painting. Darkness swelled at the edges of Konu's vision, until the badger was sinking into cold deep blackness.....

One Month Earlier...

The night was cold and crisp, as still as a frost covered pane of glass. The sky was clear and starry, the moon a thin curved icicle in the winter sky. The forest was bare and skeletal, all of the trees having traded leaves for blankets of snow. A muddy, slushy road meandered between the trunks, on which a horse and rider traveled. Konu sat astride his horse, the badger's features hidden beneath the cowl of his thick cloak. His breath blew out in thick clouds of steam, matching the puffs that rose from his gelding's muzzle. The badger glanced off the side of the road, seeing the distant speck of orange light between the trunks. Firelight. Just what he was looking for.

The horse's hooves crushed their way through the skeletal branches of bushes and undergrowth, which would have been far too thick and tangled in the spring to push through. In fact, the light that shown from the window of a cabin in the woods would have been completely obscured in the warmer months.

Konu dismounted his horse when he saw the dark outline of the log cabin against the trees. He felt the ground slide wetly under his boots, the dead leaves and loam mixing with the snow and frost to make a slick sludge. But the staunch badger had no trouble keeping his balance as he marched up to the door of the cabin, and promptly kicked it in.

Ruddy firelight spilled out of the open door as it bounced off of the opposite wall from the force of Konu's kick, the stone bolt having burst right from the door sending splinters scattering. He heard a scrabbling sound to his left and turned, seeing a dog in his night shirt cowering in one corner.

"K-K-Konu?!" the dog shouted. "Fuck! You scared the piss out of me, dirtdog!" he gasped, clutching his chest.

"Good Evening, Klaus." The badger growled expressionlessly as he slid back his hood. The badger's voice was even and still as a flint stone.

"Gods' crotch fuzz, Konu, don't you know how to knock?" The dog spat back, straightening up and adjusting his nightshirt. He stormed forward. "Look what you did to my door! It took me 4 days to carve and fit that stone lock just right." He complained, picking up the broken chunk of granite from the floor of the cabin.

"I know you lied to me, Klaus." Konu growled evenly, his voice carrying no nuance of emotion. It was a statement, clean and concise, but the effect it had on Klaus was alarming. The broken bolt fell from his nerveless fingers, clattering on the dirt floor. He paled under his fur, backing away from the badger swiftly. "L-Lied? Of course I didn't lie, lie about what, I don't even know what you're talking about!" he babbled, wedging himself into another corner.

"Of course you do, Klaus." Konu said, kicking the door closed behind him with such force that it actually wedged itself closed.

"N-n-no I really don't!" Klaus shouted. The red hound dog's paws scrabbled at the logs behind him, as Konu took one purposeful step toward him. The badger's boot clomped on the packed dirt floor with a thud, which made Klaus wince as the weight of the badger's body dug the hobnails of his boots into the hard frozen floor.

"You do." Konu kept approaching. "I know you do. You lied to me about the Purity Brigade. I know you used to be one of them."

"N-No! I was just the historian at the castle they used as a base, that's all! I don't know anything about their whereabouts or activities now, Konu, honest!" Klaus whimpered, packing himself into the corner as if he wanted to squeeze through the gaps in the log wall.

"Stop lying to me, Klaus!" Konu snapped, a tinge of red hot anger coursing into the short command. Klaus shut his eyes tight, as though the words had lashed him like a whip. The badger reached into his cloak, and drew out a black and white photograph, blurry, but still discernible. He flashed it at Klaus, who, if possible, went even paler. His fur looked like it was attached to one of the snow banks outside. The photograph was of the Purity Brigade's members, with Klaus front and center, with his arm around a tall female feline.

"That's not me." Klaus whimpered, and Konu snorted, making the dog wince yet again, knowing his flimsy defense wasn't holding up. Konu drew his sword with a long slow scrape of steel, the blade coming to point directly at Klaus's muzzle. "The truth."

"You can't kill me, Konu! I've helped you with so much!" the dog protested, shaking his head. Konu grinned slowly and lowered the sword steadily, until its point was poking at Klaus's groin, up between his spread legs. He froze, his jaw shutting with a snap as he stared at the steel blade tip that snaked under the edges of his knight shirt.

"Oh!" he yelped, as cold, sharp steel prodded at his scrotum, lifting it. "K-Konu, don't. Please don't. I swear...I swear I don't know them anymore. I swear."

"You must not enjoy being a male, Klaus, you keep lying to me. Take off your shirt. Now." Konu ordered. Klaus trembled.

"B-but Konu, I--"

"Now!"

Klaus shivered, shaking furiously as he mouthed in futile terror. He grabbed the edges of his nightshirt and pulled it over his head, very careful not to move the lower half of his body, as Konu's steel was still menacing his nutsack. The big red hound was naked now, and he looked down clearly at his endangered testicles, his scrotum caught on the point of Konu's sword. A flick, and his ballsack would open up like a sack of potatoes and spill his testicles out into the open.

"Tell me where they're operating from, Klaus. Please?" Konu growled, looking between Klaus's legs, and not at his face. He gave the point of his sword a subtle turn, and Klaus's testes moved slightly, the sharp point pinching the delicate furry skin. Klaus whimpered and squirmed.

"I...don't.... know." Klaus said slowly, trying to will as much sincerity into his voice as he could.

"I asked nicely. Tell me, Klaus." Konu said again. "Tell me...or you'll be sorry."

"Konu, please!" Klaus begged, slapping at the sword in frantic desperation, dropping to his knees as the sword moved away. "I don't know, I swear I don't-- AAAGGGH!!!"

Konu had lifted his hobnailed boot and brought it down hard on Klaus' vulnerable testicles, smashing them into the hard, frozen dirt floor. "Tell me, Klaus." Konu ordered again, twisting his boot slowly. "AAAHH AAAHH AAAH AAGHHH NO NO NO STOP PLEASE STOP! AAAAHGH I CAN'T AAHAH I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" Klaus howled, clutching and pulling at Konu's boot, unable to budge it an inch as it ground his testicles from side to side like snuffing out a pair of cockroaches. He could hear his cartilage crackling and popping like twigs under a horse's hoof. His eyes bulged, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Tell me, now, Klaus, or I'm going to pop one." Konu warned, shifting his weight onto Klaus' left testicle. It pancaked out, flat on the floor, near the point of bursting. "AAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHGGGGGHHH!!!! MY BALLS! KONU, YOU'RE KILLING MY BALLS! STOP! AAAHHOOOOHHHHHHH GODS STOP! YOU'RE KILLING MY BALLS!" Klaus shrieked, his voice a frantic shrill squeal of desperate babble.

*Squelch*

Klaus's pupils shrank to the size of pinheads, his entire body going still and rigid. His left nut had burst, the organ reduced to a crushed shell and a lot of squishy mush. The dog's brain couldn't process the agony at first, but finally it registered and he threw his head back, "AAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Save your manhood, Klaus. Tell me what I want to know." Konu warned, his weight shifting from the deflated, mush filled left side of Klaus' scrotum, back onto the somewhat bruised and squashed, but still intact, right side. Klaus burbled, and he puked violently as Konu's boot squished down on his remaining nut. He puked until his stomach was empty, a puddle of sick spreading across the dirt floor. But Konu didn't move. "Tell me, or I pop it too, Klaus."

"I'll tell you." The dog's voice was a defeated whimpered whisper. He shook, tears streaming down his muzzle from the absolute agony, and he gasped as Konu lifted his boot away from his remaining nut. It didn't balloon back into shape at first, until it started to swell up.

Konu grabbed Klaus by the scruff and lifted him from the floor, the dog squealing as his ruptured testicle sloshed in his scrotum, the remaining organ scrambling shattered nerve fibers that could still feel. Konu laid him on his bed, and growled. "You talk, and if you tell me everything I want to hear, then your last nut will survive. I'm gonna patch you up down here, because you are useful and I don't want you bleeding to death into your ballsack."

Klaus twitched and jerked on the mattress, curled up around his bruised and broken doghood. He squirmed as Konu spread his legs, exposing his mangled nutsack. His instinct was to fight against the badger who had just halfway made a neuter out of him, struggling to cover his genitals and wriggle away. "Relax, Klaus, I'm not going to hurt you as long as you tell me what I want to know!"

Gradually, Klaus started to ease, his legs relaxing and allowing Konu access to his injured jewels. "Start talking, Klaus." Konu growled, giving the dog's remaining teste a warning tug. He howled, shaking and sweating on the mattress. "OOOH! No, don't, don't don't don't." He babbled, the pain intense even from the gentle yank. Konu pulled what he was going to need from his jerkin and got to work, while Klaus finally found his tongue.

"It's true. I was a part of the Purity Brigade, years ago. Back then, we were a single group of knights, working for a local lord. The lord believed that his subjects and vassals were base and crude, and he enforced terrible punishments on those he caught doing these base acts." Klaus shivered, feeling Konu working between his legs, the sensations discomforting for the dog. He winced. "...Do you really think my right nut will live."

"As long as you keep talking."

Klaus nodded, not daring to look down to see what Konu was doing. He felt a pinch, and jumped groaning weakly as his testicle slapped the mattress.

"Mmmmph! We...we were a secret police force, tasked with rooting out impurity and lewdness whereever it festered. We often castrated those we caught, the males anyway, though a few female prostitutes and wanton women had their ovaries and uterus removed. Others were placed into chastity...permanently. We had...magics and enchanted tools that could turn a male's genitals to stone, or encase his manhood in liquid steel, with only a small hole to urinate through. It was up to our discretion. But the punishment had to match the crime. Thieves and pickpockets had their fingers and paws cut off, or smashed, murderers were executed in the same method of their victims. At the time, we all truly believed we were enforcing goodness and purity on the populace, that we were doing them a favor."

Klaus paused, staring up at the ceiling. "It's ironic, that the happiest time of my life was when I was doing the most horrible deeds."

Konu grunted, still working between Klaus's legs. He nodded. "Keep going."

"It became more of game for our own satisfaction than for any kind of misguided hope of delivering souls from baseness and evil. Often times we would go out, and find some poor random soul and condemn him to punishment for the simplest of crimes, whether or not they actually committed them. Innkeepers who misspoke their fees had their tongues cut out for lying, 'peepers' had their eyes plucked out, eavesdroppers; their ears ruptured with long needles." Again Klaus paused, his eyes distant as he remembered those days. "Eventually, we stopped enforcing the lord's laws entirely, and we had our fun. We raped rapists and castrated sexual 'deviants', locked innocent stableboys into chastity for masturbating in their barns. We broke away from the lord, against his will, and became the Purity Enforcers, and our numbers grew. In our lands, we were feared, whispered about, always on the minds of the populace. But then things changed.

"I fell in love with one of the maidens who lived in the castle we were using as a base. We...were discovered and I was threatened with castration if I did not....eliminate her. She apparently had been watched, and seen flirting with other males in the castle. The leader of our group had condemned her to death, which I was to carry out. I...did as I was ordered." Klaus's voice broke. "She was the only woman I ever loved. After that...I lost my taste for inflicting pain on others, having been cut by the vengeful prejudice of our group. I requested to be placed on retainer and given an outpost. Which is where I am to this day, often times I believe I have been forgotten, but I fear now that I have revealed myself to you, that I will awaken to a slit throat. The secrecy of the Enforcers is paramount, and their spies are everywhere."

"Yes we are." Konu growled, leaning back from Klaus's groin. Klaus's featured paled again, as he looked down, seeing Konu's paws holding his twitching severed penis, and his remaining testicle. The badger had been nullifying the dog the entire time he was talking, a powerful herb numbing his groin. "you y...you cut off... Noooooooo!!!" konu just nodded and smiled, his work having left Klaus with nothing but a stitch where his proud sheath and balls had once hung so heavily.