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It had been only a day since Martin, Felldoh and Brome had been really enjoying each others company in the prison pit of Marshank. Though they yearned for freedom--just as every enslaved creature in Marshank--the trio was making the best of the situation. Brought on by Martin's encouragement, Felldoh had confessed to Brome that he had feelings for him. Felldoh was delighted when Brome reciprocated the squirrel's invitation. The new couple had been busy engaging in intimacy, when they noticed Martin had been turned on by the display. Neither Brome nor Felldoh was offended or bothered in the least; instead they asked Martin to join them. Reluctant at first, the warrior mouse eventually joined in, regretting nothing.

It was almost night time, and Keyla the otter was busy sneaking around, trying to acquire food for the imprisoned trio. Making sure that no guards were watching him, he crept over to the gate that held them captive. In a hushed voice, he called to them.

"Hey, everyone," he said, unfurling his tunic. "I brought some more food for you!"

Pieces of fruit, vegetables and bread were tossed down to the hungry captives. Happy to eat once more, the three wasted no time in shoving food down their throats. Brome almost choked as he swallowed a large portion of slightly stale bread. Felldoh slapped him on the back, allowing the food to travel down into the young mouse's stomach.

"Keyla," called Martin. "Anything new going on up there?"

"No," said Keyla before looking around him once more. "Just the usual; Badrang's always yelling at the horde about getting the fortress complete, so the guards yell and beat us to get us to work harder."

The mention of slaves being beaten made Martin's blood boil. He too had felt many a lash against his back by the unmerciful vermin guards, but his spirit remained unbroken. Every whiplash encouraged him to one day liberate Marshank from the tyranny of Badrang.

"Okay, Keyla," said Martin. "You'd better get going before someone catches you."

"Right!" said the otter, who once again vanished from the sight of those in the prison pit. Martin looked at Brome and Felldoh, who had by now fnished their meal. Martin picked up part of an apple and took a bite from it.

"I'd wager you two want to have some fun tonight?" he said, taking another bite from the apple.

"Of course," said Felldoh, patting his boyfriend Brome on the back.

"I'm always game," said the younger mouse.

Martin finished the apple, eating all the way to the core before tossing it aside. "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

"First let's get undressed," advised Felldoh.

No one objected to the squirrel's request. The three males unclothed and tossed their clothes into one pile. It wasn't long before all three were hard and wanting release.

"Can I make a request?" asked Martin, rubbing his hardened flesh.

"Sure," said Felldoh and Brome together.

"How about you suck me off, Felldoh, while Brome takes you from behind?"

"I was actually hoping to top one of you," said Felldoh.

Both mice felt their sphincters clench tight. Martin shook his head.

"Sorry, big guy, but I think you're a little too big for my backside," said Martin.

"And way too big for mine!" said Brome rubbing his backside.

Felldoh shrugged. "Okay, I think we'll try Martin's idea then."

"Good," said Martin.

Felldoh got down on all fours, waiting to be double teamed by the mice. Martin laid down on his back, sliding down far enough that his crotch was right under where Felldoh's face would be. The big squirrel looked behind him to see Brome--much smaller than he was--had to stand up to take him from behind. Undaunted by the physical difficulties, Brome swirled his cock around the squirrel's opening before diving in, feeling the squeeze of Felldoh's anus around his cock. Unharmed by the rear assault, Felldoh went to work on Martin, making the mouse groan as he orally pleasured him.

Badrang the Tyrant was furious. Despite his demands that his fortress be completed soon, the building project had not gone according to plan. With the slaves weeks behind schedule, Badrang knew he had to do something soon.

"You lot are proving to be absolutely useless!" he hollered, before throwing several rocks at his captains. "I should skin you alive! Every last one of you!"

"We need more time and more slaves," said Gurrad the rat, instantly regretting opening his mouth.

Badrang rushed the rat, grabbing hold of him, he backhanded the foolish captain before throwing him to the ground. Slowly, Gurrad got to his feet. He rubbed a paw across his face, tasting blood from a cut lip. Bloodied, he decided to remain silent for the duration of the captains meeting.

"I'd better see some progress soon, or some of you are going to be demoted from captain to slave!"

"I think I might know what the problem is, Lord Badrang!"

Badrang looked over at Hisk the weasel, his second in command of Marshank. Hisk was a reliable beast, and rarely said anything stupid enough to earn him the wrath of the stoat.

"Go on, Hisk!" snarled Badrang

"I've heard rumors that the slaves are hiding weapons, trying to get the others to join in some sort of uprising."

"Where did you hear about this?" asked Badrang.

"A bank vole named Druwp said he heard talk from a few beasts in the prison compound. I'd guess that they've also been responsible for slowing down construction, too."

"Hmmm," said Badrang as he stroked his whiskers. "You may be onto something, Hisk. I want you to get to the bottom of this right now. Have some of the horde listening in on the compound tonight. Some of those slaves might be discussing this as I speak."

"Yes, sir!" said Hisk, saluting sharply.

"There's a promotion and extra rations for anyone that gets solid information. Now, get out of here!"

The captains left Badrang's chamber. Hisk, glowing with pride from having pleased Badrang, felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Skalrag the fox glaring angrily at him.

"The hell's your problem, Skalrag," said Hisk, glaring right back at the fox.

"I was the one who found out about the slaves hiding weapons! You should have let me tell Lord Badrang!"

Hisk moved in on the fox, snarling and showing his teeth. "You need to learn your place, fox. I'm second in command around here. That means if I want to take credit for something you did, then that's my right!"

"You better not turn your back for a second, Hisk! You never know when I might stick a dagger in it!"

Hisk grinned at the fox's threat. "You won't have the time for that, Skalrag. I know full well that Badrang has you bending over for him!"

Skalrag narrowed his eyes at the weasel. Hisk's statement about bending over for Badrang was true, as the stoat had made him into a his own personal sex pet. Skalrag had hoped that information would remain secret, but it had obviously leaked.

"Now, you'd better to listen to what I tell you, Skalrag. I want you to go check on those slaves in the pit."

Skalrag folded his arms. "Fine," he said growling. "I'll do what you want, captain!" The fox's last sentence were dripping with contempt and hatred.

"Good," said Hisk, walking away from the fox, unphased by his threats. "Then you can go back to sucking Badrang's cock!"

Skalrag felt his teeth grinding. He wanted nothing more than to kill the weasel, right then and there, but thought better of it. Hisk would have expected an attack right after his comment, and Skalrag knew all too well that Hisk was a much more capable fighter than he was. Seeing Hisk fade into the background, he turned around and went over to the prison pit.

"Just you wait, Hisk. One day you're gonna slip up, and I'll be there to plunge the knife right into you!"

As Skalrag muttered threats, he noticed faint sounds coming from the prison pit. His ears perking up from the sudden, unexpected sounds, he stopped in his tracks, trying to figure out just what was going on. Getting down on his paws and knees, he slowly, quietly made his way to the prison pit. Lying on his stomach, he looked down into the pit, shocked by what he saw. The three beasts inside were taking each other, with the big squirrel in the middle. The smaller mouse was taking him from behind, while the older mouse was being given fellatio by the squirrel. Regaining his senses from the shock, the fox stood up. With a spear in his paws, he smacked the heavy wood shaft on the prison gate, surprising the three males below.

"Well," said Skalrag cackling cruelly. "I see you three are having fun. Hey, squirrel, you wanna wrap your lips around this?" said Skalrag, pointing to his crotch.

A defiant Felldoh stood to his feet, yelling back at the fox. "Why don't you get your mother to do that for you? Or is she too busy with all the other guards here?"

Skalrag pointed his spear down at Felldoh, reaching down, he grabbed hold of the gate, teeth gnashing and nostrils flared. "You'd better shut your mouth, squirrel, or I'll shove this spear up your tail!"

Felldoh smirked at the fox. "From what I hear, Badrang's been the one shoving things up your tail!"

The squirrel's last remark was too much for Badrang. It was bad enough that Hisk and the rest of the horde knew about him servicing Badrang, but fore a mere slave to know--especially one he despised--that could not go unpunished. Grabbing hold of the gate, he opened it. Enraged, he jumped down into the pit. His spear raised, ready to run the squirrel through, he felt Martin kick his feet out from under him. Falling face forward, Skalrag felt the strong feet of Felldoh, who was now lying on his back, kick hard into his stomach. The fox was propelled forward, crashing into the prison pit walls. With the wind knocked out of him, Skalrag could offer no resistance as he was again assaulted by Felldoh. Enraged, Felldoh placed several hard kicks into the fox's crotch. The fox howled in pain as the squirrel's kicks punished his testicles, and sent him into a fetal position.

Martin and Brome took the opportunity to put their clothes back on, while Felldoh, still naked as the day he was born, took hold of Skalrag's cloak. Pulling the garment off fox--who was whining in agony--he pulled a strip of the fabric off and tied it around the fox's muzzle and feet. Grabbing hold of the spear, he put the blade next to the fox's throat, his rage barely contained.

"Felldoh," said Brome, "what are you doing? Get dressed! We need to get out of here!"

"Not yet," said Felldoh, "Skalrag and I have business we need to attend to!"

Martin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Felldoh . . ."

Felldoh turned around. "Leave me alone!" he growled, his eyes burning red with the Bloodwrath, an affliction known to the Badger Lords and Ladies of Salamandastron, but also other warrior creatures. Felldoh dropped to his knees, grabbing hold of the hapless fox by his throat, he choked him as he got right in the fox's face.

"Looks like I'm going to top somebody after all!" growled the squirrel.

Brome tried to intervene, but Martin held him back for fear of what Felldoh might do in such a state. Putting the fox on his knees, Felldoh got behind the fox and spread his cheeks apart. With one hard thrust, Felldoh shoved his huge, erect rod into the fox's ass. Skalrag screamed, but his voice was too muffled by the gag to alert anyone's attention. Felldoh showed the fox no mercy, fucking him as hard and as brutally as possible. The squirrel had spent his entire life imprisoned in Marshank, longer than Brome or Martin, and all the years of being beaten, tormented and starved by the guards had led to this moment. Skalrag had been particularly cruel to him, and Felldoh had no qualms about showing the fox that he to could be just as sadistic.

Skalrag, trying to regain his strength, tried to resist at one point, but was once again reduced to a cowering, whimpering beast when Felldoh reached around, squeezing as hard as he could on the fox's already wounded balls. So brutal was Felldoh's onslaught, that he could feel his cock covered with blood from the fox's butt. Finally, Felldoh reached his climax, shooting his load into the fox's rear in one final, humiliating act. Getting up, he looked at Martin and Brome, the Bloodwrath now gone from his eyes; neither beast could find the words to describe what they had just witnessed.

"I'd better get dressed," said Felldoh, taking his clothes from Martin's paws. Once dressed, Felldoh took hold of the spear, unsure of what to do next.

"Can we make it to the top, now that the gate's opened?" asked Felldoh.

"Maybe, but how do we avoid all the guards?" asked Martin.

"I think we made a big mistake," said Brome, starting to panic.

Martin and Felldoh saw the wisdom in Brome's words. Perhaps it would have been better to let Skalrag simply tease them, instead of instigating a fight with the fox. Knowing that Badrang would have a slow, painful death waiting for them once they were discovered, the trio didn't know what to do.

Just then, on the other side of the wall, earth and rock started falling down. The three beasts watched as a large hole could now be seen. Inside the hole, a creature called out to them.

"Boy 'okey," it said. "You zurrs be needin' to get outta 'ere right quick!"

"Grumm!" shouted Brome, running over to his old friend.

Martin went over to him, introducing himself. "I"m Martin, and that squirrel is Felldoh."

"Plenty a time fur talkin' later, Master Martin, zurr, We best get a goin'!"

Grumm then pointed at the bound fox lying on the floor. "Whose this 'ere foxie?"

"You three go on ahead, I'll be right behind you!" said Felldoh.

"What are you going to do?" asked Brome.

Felldoh picked up the spear, raising it towards the fox. "I'm going to finish what I started!"

It was almost morning now, the faint hint of sunlight could be seen towards the east, and several of the guards had already woken up, getting started on their patrols. Two weasels walked around the grounds, talking to one another about the state of Marshank.

"I tell ya, matey," said Rotnose, "Badrang'll have all our hides before this fortress is built!"

"Aye, mate," agreed Fleabane, "we'd best be stayin' out of that madbeast's way!"

"Say, what's that?" asked Rotnose, pointing at the prison pit gate.

"Someone's opened up the pit!" observed Fleabane.

With torches in hand, the two weasels ran to the pit. Fleabane lowered his torched into the pit, only to discover a grisly sight. Skalrag was the only beast left in the pit, but he made no effort to greet them. Fleabane's blood went cold as he saw the dead fox pinned to the wall of the pit; a spear had been run through his chest to keep him hangingthere.

"Whadda ya see, mate?" asked Rotnose.

Fleabane, startled by the hellish scene, backed away from the bit, a look of horror on his face. "Sound the alarm, mate!"

Rotnose went over to the bell that was used for emergencies at Marshank. Ringing it loudly, repeatedly, he was soon met by every beast at Marshank, including a wrathful Badrang.

"What the hell is going on here?" hollered the stoat.

"Look down in the pit, Lord Badrang!" said Fleabane.

Badrang looked in the pit, seeing Skalrag dead body pinned to the wall with a spear, he took notice of something that had eluded Fleabane. All the prisoners had escaped through a tunnel! Enraged, Badrang through an enormous temper tantrum, the likes of which no one had ever seen. Shouting, cussing and making threats, he was ready to kill some one.

"Who ordered Skalrag to this pit? I wanna know why I have a dead captain and three escaped prisoners!"

Badrang saw Hisk, his second in command. Stomping over to him, he pointed at the pit, his sharp teeth gnashing at the weasel captain.

"Did you order Skalrag to the pit last night, Hisk!"

"Yes," said Hisk weekly. "It . . . it was me."

"Guards! Take hold of Hisk!" ordered Badrang.

Hisk felt himself being seized by several guards. It was pointless to struggle against such an overwhelming force. The weasel gulped as Badrang stood in front of him, his eyes burning with vengeance.

"Hisk, you are hereby relieved of your command!"

"Are you going to kill me, Lord?" whined Hisk.

"No, I have a new job for you!" said the stoat, smiling sadistically. "Guards! Strip him!"

Hisk now felt several paws tearing away at his clothes. By the time they were done, not a strip of cloth was on the weasel's body, leaving him exposed in front of the entire horde.

"I'm sure you know," said Badrang, still smiling sadistically, "Skalrag had a special job. He was my little pleasure pet, and now that he's gone, I'm going to need someone to take his place."

Hisk froze with terror. Only yesterday he had taunted the subordinate Skalrag for being a slut, now here he was, forced to be Badrang's play thing.

"Guards! Take him to my bedchamber! I plan on testing out my new whore very soon!"

Naked, and stripped of his rank, Hisk now tried fighting back as he was dragged off by the guards, this only thrilled Badrang more.

"Good," said the stoat, rubbing his paws together. "Skalrag was always so passive when it came to sexual matters. I'm going to enjoy someone who fights back!"