Robin Hood was feeling very clever as he came in through the window of Prince John’s quarters. He came in late at night with the intent to break in while the lion was sleeping. As quietly as he could, the fox was creeping around the room, looking for anything that he could quickly take. It had all happened so easily, getting close to the castle without being seen and getting the rope to snag just right so he could climb up the castle wall. 

He managed to get some things, all while the lion was still sleeping soundly. Not wanting to push his luck, Robin felt that it was time for him to leave with all of the things he had collected so far. But just as he was ready to turn around and slip out the window again, the door to the room burst open. It was so sudden and so loud that it made him jump and drop everything that he was holding. The guards rushed into the room and apprehended him while he was still reeling from the shock. 

The rhinos quickly overpowered Robin, lifting him from the ground with his arms pinned. He was unable to escape but still struggled against their hold, all while John was rising up from the bed, laughing at the fox that had really believed that he had been sleeping the entire time. He pulled the covers back and revealed that he was fully dressed, even having the king’s crown on his head. 

”You really fell for it, fool!” the lion cackled as he walked up to the detained vulpine. “Take him down to the dungeon!” 

The rhinos complied with order and Robin continued to struggle against their hold, trying desperately to get away from them, knowing that he was either going to rot for a long time in the dungeon or even worse. Little John had no idea that he had slipped away to come here. The bear would be looking for him but wouldn’t be foolish enough to search the castle…

Once they were in the dungeon proper, the rhinos continued to hold him as John came in just a bit after, clad in the royal robe as well. “Strip him,” the lion said, crossing his arms and wearing a smirk while watching as the pair of pachyderms began grabbing at Robin, getting a hold of his clothes and tugging on them. Instead of just pulling them from his body, the rhinos grunted and used their strength to tear the garments from Robin’s body instead. They got really tight against his body before they gave way and ripped off. 

Bit by bit, portion by portion, Robin was being stripped. More and more of his body was being revealed until he was completely nude. John walked up and got a good look at Robin Hood now that his body was fully revealed. He was fit, covered in fluffy fur, but packed a surprisingly small sheath and balls between his legs. 

”Get him in chains like the other,” John directed. 

Hearing that there was another, Robin looked around and then noticed that they already got Skippy. The young bunny boy was nude just like him and kept in place by chains. Robin fought even harder than before, wanting to help the lagomorph but it had been in vain. Their strength was too great for him and they got him locked down by the chains in a short amount of time. Now Robin was free to squirm and struggle all he wanted, making the others chuckle and snort. 

“How do you like them?” John asked. “I had them reinforced a month ago.” 

”How did you even know?” Robin asked. Clearly his capture was a planned thing but how did they know the exact time that he was going to break in?

“You can thank your little bunny friend for that,” John said with a smug grin. “He spilled the beans that your little heist was taking place on this very night. It was very easy to get it out of him too.” 

“Skippy, you-” 

”I’m sorry. I had to choose between telling them or letting them hurt my family,” Skippy explained with a remorseful tone. 

Robin shook his head and returned his attention to John. He began to rant while struggling against his bonds. They really were reinforced, being much stronger than usual. But that didn’t stop the fox from trying his best to break out of them. 

”You’ll never get away with this, John! When Richard finds out about this he’s gonna put you back in your place and make everything right again!” Robin shouted. 

”Richard?” John repeated. Instead of having rage in his tone he instead began to chuckle and then laugh almost maniacally. “My dear fox. Richard was the first of my newest prisoners.” 

”W-what?” Robin stammered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing but John was looking very serious. He chuckled again and snapped his fingers, getting the pair of rhinos’ attention. He gave them the order to have the former king brought out so that Robin could see. 

”Richard won’t be a problem anymore. I’ve been keeping him in a sensory deprivation hood for months now. He’s no longer fit to be king. But if you don’t believe me, then see it for yourself.” Just as he finished speaking, the rhinos came back but instead of carrying the other lion in, he was being wheeled in. Richard was clearly thinner and a bit more disheveled. He was bound up with a hood that was securely over his head. 

”Take the hood off,” John said. The rhinos did so and the first thing that the bound up lion did was wince. Even the low light from the oil lamps seemed to be too much for him. Richard chose to keep his eyes closed, not even saying anything as Robin was speaking to him, asking him things like that happened to him. 

”He won’t be answering any of your questions. I put in a great amount of effort to turn him into the perfect obedient pet for me. In fact I think it’s time he’s reduced down to nothing more but a weak, submissive plaything. Bring in the tools.” 

It didn’t take long for the mentioned tools to be brought in, all looking sharp and shiny. Robin shuddered at the sight of them. John saw his chance to humiliate his brother while also instilling some fear into his captives. 

”Now be a good boy and hold still,” John ordered. The Richard that Robin knew wouldn’t have listened to his younger brother but the older lion did as he was told, obediently keeping himself still while John took it upon himself to pick up a pair of scissors. 

While the other lion was holding still, John was grasping handfuls of Richard’s mane. It was still full and thick even if it hadn’t been taken care of during the last few months. Grasping it rather roughly in one hand, the other hand was used to cut it from Richard’s head. The clump of mane hair fell to the ground, leaving a big patch on the former king’s head. Richard was grinning ear to ear as he proceeded to cut away the rest of Richard’s mane, all while the king in question was keeping himself still, not bothering to stop what was going on. 

Skippy and Robin were watching with shock. Even if they hadn’t believed what John had said earlier, the sight of Richard being de-maned was enough to make them reconsider. Richard wasn’t even struggling, looking pretty dazed as his mane was gripped and tugged, making his head jerk to that side a bit. He didn’t even wince from being grabbed like this. It seemed that it wasn’t just sensory deprivation that had broken the king. Portion by portion, the mane was cut away until Richard was looking more like a lioness. 

The cutting of the mane was just the beginning. John stepped back and let the rhinos do the rest, wanting to watch alongside Robin and Skippy. One of the rhino guards started out by putting a thick strip in between the lion’s jaws. He then grabbed one of the lion’s paws, pressing down on it to make the claws slide out. Once they were all out, the other rhino came in with some kind of clamping tool. 

Robin couldn’t help but wince and shudder as he watched the claws being clamped and removed one by one. Richard hadn’t reacted to his mane being tugged and cut but he was reacting this time to his claws being roughly plucked out. The ends of his digit and the tool itself were getting wet and stained with blood. While Robin did his best to endure the sights and sounds, Skippy was trembling nearby and John was clearly reveling in it all, watching every second of his brother’s mutilation. After the first paw was done the second one was given the same treatment and the removed claws were simply dropped into a bowl, clanking down along with the others. 

When the declawing was done, one of the rhinos began to rub something onto the bleeding ends of the paws. It was making Richard wince and struggle a bit but he was still bound and could only move so much. Robin could only guess that it was some kind of healing poultice, something to treat the wounds and keep them from getting infected. Even looking at the deep red slits where Richard’s claws used to be was making him wince and shudder. 

The rhinos weren’t done with him yet. The leather was pulled from Richard’s mouth and it was instead replaced by something else that would keep it pried open even further. Another clamp was picked up and this time it was being aimed at Richard’s mouth. 

The older lion was still so dazed by so many sensations rushing into him at once. He didn’t react at first when the clamp was in his mouth or when it gripped one of his fangs. It wasn’t until it began to squeeze and twist that Richard began to react, groaning against the thing keeping his mouth open. It wasn’t just on his tooth, it was also sinking into his gums, aiming to remove the fang straight from its source. With a squeeze of the clamp and a ‘crack’ the first fang came free, bringing with it a burst of pain that Richard wasn’t able to fully express. The fang was dropped into the same dish that his claws had been put into. One by one the rest of his fangs were given the same treatment: clamped, squeezed, and then plucked from the lion’s bleeding mouth. Just like with his claws, they smeared the same concoctions on the bloody gaps. Doing so made the lion wince and groan against the object in his mouth. 

10 claws and 4 fangs were all in the bowl. John figured they could be used to make a necklace or even accessories for a proper crown that was more befitting his appearance. As for Richard, he was going to be turned into a harmless sex toy. Made obedient through months of training stripped of any means of fighting back. 

“Untie him and get him on the table,” John ordered. The rhinos nodded and they got Richard out of the wheelchair and onto a table that was set in the dungeon. The bigger lion was undone from his bounds but still made no attempts to get away. Now that he was out of his bounds, Robin and Skippy could also see that the maneless lion had been nude this entire time. 

 He was still bigger and had more mass than John but he was acting so submissive. John came in from behind with the same scissors that he used to cut away the mane. He proceeded to do the same with the end of his brother’s tail. The fur of it was cut away but this time it was collected and John began attaching it all to the end of something else. Using the hair of Richard’s tail, John revealed that he had made a makeshift crop. 

John approached his lying brother with another wicked grin and laugh. He swung the crop back and smacked it against his brother’s backside. He proceeded to flog Richard, making the bigger feline groan from the force that was applied. It was certainly heard through the sounds of the hair whipping through the air before it collided with the former king’s backside. 

John was clearly enjoying himself, being the one in control and being able to express his power over the other lion. Hearing Richard groan and seeing that he was going to do nothing about all of this was just making him all the more excited and giddy. Reeling his arm back as far and he could and swinging with all the power and speed that he could muster. Everyone could see Richard’s backside becoming redder beneath his fur. He was just taking it all, grunting and groaning in response to the smacks and stings that came his way. John seemed on top of the moon as he kept it up, not stopping until he was panting heavily. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet,” John said as he began to disrobe. All of his clothes were coming off, leaving him completely nude. Robin couldn’t help but gasp when he caught sight of the lion’s groin. John’s length was already partially out of its sheath and it was actually big. Robin expected the lanky lion to not be packing much down there but as his cock was growing to full mast, John was showing off something that was both long and fat. 

John closed the distance between him and Richard. One of the rhinos handed him a bottle and when he was upon the older lion, John poured the substance over his throbbing flesh, he poured some over Richard’s hole, making him tremble from how cold it was. Putting the bottle aside he reached his hands out and groped Richard’s raw, reddened backside, kneading it and then spreading them to reveal the pink twitching hole in all its glory. 

“Perfect…” John said, drawing his tongue over his lips. He then proceeded to thrust his cock into the other lion’s unprepared hole, making Richard groan. 

”Ooh, you’re even tighter than I thought,” John groaned as his length was sinking deeper in. Every squeeze of the tailhole was making him grunt and shiver. The months of training and taming were finally paying off. And he had a small audience to witness the fruits of his labors. 

Richard still wasn’t resisting this. Instead he was groaning as well in a way that suggested he was feeling pleasure. These sounds became more prominent as more of the younger lion’s meat was disappearing past his tailhole. With most of it already inside of Richard, John began to thrust, grunting as he pumped his length along the wet and warm walls. 

The pair of rhino guards were watching their king fuck the previous one. In fact they lifted up their shirts to reveal their own fully erect lengths. Their hands were moving up and down as they admired the show, hearing the grunts and moans from both lions. 

John was groaning deeply from his length being milked by the perfectly snug walls. Precum was coming out from the tip as the rest was throbbing rhythmically. Every time he thrust, there was a rush of added pleasure being forced into him. He was loving it, unable to get enough of it. He wanted to feel every inch being surrounded by the lubed orifice. 

Richard was completely submissive. Even though he was no longer bound and could throw John off anytime he wanted to, the former king was just lying there on his stomach with his penetrated rump still sticking out. He was actually moaning while his body was being rocked in time with every pump that was coming his way. He could feel his younger brother’s unexpected size sliding against his walls over and over again, touching deep while also spreading his ass. 

”Keep moaning out like that. Let them all know how much you’re loving it. How broken you are. Nothing more than a big slut to be mounted by me day and day out,” John said. 

All that came from Richard was a weak moan and then a hiss from his prostate being struck hard by John’s size and force. It was leaking precum that was making him feel all the warmer inside. As more thrusts were coming his way, the moans were getting even louder and that feeling of being spread by the thickness and touched deep by the length was becoming all the more prominent. 

John began to hump in even harder, growling as his lioncock was spearing its way through his brother’s depths, reaching as far as he could, snarling from the rush that came from the added tightness and hard squeezes that were coming from the other lion’s hole. 

”Rrgh… Ready to take my load?” John asked. 

Richard didn’t say anything in response, as if he couldn’t speak. He just groaned even louder as the smaller lion was thrusting even harder, managing a few more hard slams before the final pump came, stopping with every inch buried past the spread rim. Coming from the large cock were a series of strong throbs and thick spurts of seed that were filling up his tailhole. 

John was panting heavily as he was releasing his seed into Richard’s ass, pumping it full of the loads that had saved up for so long. Making the pleasure of cumming even better was his flared barbed grinding along the other lion’s clenching walls. John kept a firm hold on Richard’s backside, sighing deeply as he slid off and pulled his cock free, leaving Richard’s hole stretched and freely leaking his cum. 

“Alright, men. Have at him,” John said, talking to the rhinos that had assisted him so far. The two grinned and all but pounced on Richard, coming in from both sides of the table, one taking the hole that was already seeded and the other was keen on pushing his big cock past his lips. They proceeded to pump into the de-maned feline, taking full advantage of him while groaning deeply. 

It was then that the Sheriff of Nottingham came down into the dungeon,just based on his expression, it was clear he was already aware of what was going on. John offered to let the wolf have his fun with prisoners as well. He obliged and turned his attention to Robin, wanting to get his revenge on the fox that had made a fool out of him. 

There were many ways that he could get his revenge on Robin. But he wasn’t content with just beating him or stuffing his hole. No, he really wanted to make the fox hurt. To humiliate him. And he could also have some fun with that bunny kid in the process. He could be keen to do anything he was ordered to, if he valued his family. Looking back and forth between the fox and the bunny, the wolf began to come up with a plan…

Robin was expecting a direct confrontation with the sheriff so it was truly a surprise when he was ignored, the wolf’s attention being full on Skippy, using one hand to keep his body still while the other reached into his shirt pocket to unearth a key.  He undid the restraints on Skippy’s hands. The bunny was confused but he couldn’t run away, still restrained by his feet. 

”Here, kid,” the sheriff said, handing Skippy a knife. 

”What am I supposed to do with this?” Skippy asked with some fear in his voice. 

”You’re gonna take that knife and use it to cut open the fox’s sack. You’re gonna take out his balls one by one and then feed them to him. And if ya don’t, I’ll take away yours and skin yer little family,” the sheriff threatened. 

”Skippy, you don’t have to-” 

”Quiet you!” the sheriff snapped, grabbing hold of Robin’s neck and pressing his claws to it, threatening to pierce the skin. “You got another choice to make, bun. It’s either the thief or your kin.” 

Skippy got a bit teary eyed as he gripped the knife tighter. The restraints wouldn’t allow him to get close enough to the sheriff but he could get close to Robin. “I-I’m sorry…” 

”S-Skippy, wait!” 

”Hehe. You might need this,” the sheriff chuckled darkly, shoving some kind of cloth in the fox’s mouth. 

“Sorry…” Skippy repeated. He reached out for Robin’s balls with his free hand. He squeezed them, pulling on them to make the sack taut. Robin felt them being grabbed and began to move but then he felt the painful digging in of the wolf’s claws. 

”Either you let him do it or I claw out yer throat,” the sheriff threatened. 

Skippy figured that it would be best to just do it quickly. He was used to wielding a knife for things like wood carving. The bunny took a deep breath and then began to cut into the sack, slicing into the fur and skin, making it bleed. Skippy didn’t dwell on what he was doing, working as quickly as he could instead, slicing open the sack like he was told to do. Then he nicked out each of the testicles, hearing Robin’s muffled shouts and screams of pain. In his hand were the pink glands. 

”Good…” the sheriff said, he ripped the cloth out of Robin’s mouth and took the gonads. 

”P-please,” Robin pleaded, feeling an indescribable amount of pain in between his legs. 

”Shut up and eat them!” The sheriff shoved Robin’s balls into his own mouth and then clamped down on his muzzle, making the fox gnash them up. Robin shed a few tears as he got a taste for his own testicles. 

”Good. Now, bunny. Get down and start eating his cock like a carrot,” the sheriff ordered. “Eat the whole thing right out of his sheath.” 

“W-what?!” Robin stammered. 

”Do it, bunny!” the wolf snarled. 

Still fearing for the sake of his family, Skippy got down and began to stimulate the fox’s cock. Even with the immense amount of pain he was feeling, Robin was still able to get hard. His cock began to slide out from the sheath. It turned out that the fox wasn’t very big so it didn’t take long for the whole thing to be in full view. 

Skippy took a deep breath and then opened his mouth. This would actually be his first time taking a cock into his mouth, funnily enough. He just decided to close his eyes and imagine that he was eating a carrot like the sheriff said, a short and meaty carrot. He started to bite on it but kept applying pressure until his big front teeth began to tear into the flesh. 

Robin was crying out from the pain of having his cock bitten and then chewed into but struggling was making the wolf’s claws sink deeper into his neck. He was trapped between a rock in a hard place as he felt inch after inch being painfully taken away from him. All the while the chuckles from the wolf were deep in his ears and the moans from the rhino guards weren't far off either. 

With another bite and tug, Skippy managed to eat the fox’s cock completely from the sheath, pulling out the base of it even. Feeling the ripping and tearing agony for Robin. The fur of his face was strained with tears and the fur between his legs was stained with blood. 

“Yeah, that’ll do,” the sheriff said. He let go of Robin’s neck and snatched his knife back while Skippy was distracted with chewing and swallowing the last bit of the fox’s cock. “Now move aside so I can teach him a real lesson.” 

The sheriff pulled down his pants, revealing his cock that was extraordinarily girthy. Robin didn’t even react to it, still reeling from the lingering flavor of his own balls and the gut wrenching realization that they were gone forever. It was throbbing between his legs as he moved in and got both hands on Robin, holding him down and in place. The wolf eased down and got himself on top of the stuck fox, using his greater body weight to keep the prisoner in place. 

“Not so tough now, are you?” the sheriff said with a grin. He was still holding the fox down as the thrust forwards with his hips. 

Robin cried out as he felt a searing pain blossom between his legs. He didn’t understand what had happened at first, just knowing that whatever this was hurt tremendously. It was hard to see with the sheriff’s belly in the way but based on the feeling that something was plugging his fresh wound, something hot, hard and throbbing…Robin realized that the sheriff had penetrated his sheath. The pain came from the freshly mutilated area and its many open wounds being stimulated by the wolf humping his thick cock in. There was also pain from the entirety of his sheath literally stretching out to accommodate it. 

Skippy watched close by, his eyes drawn to what he understood to be some kind of sexual intercourse. 

Robin was gasping and shaking when the wolf’s fat length was forced into his aching sheath. The whole thing was spread out, forced to make room for something it was never meant to take. 

The wolf didn’t waste any time, going ahead with breeding the fox that was stuck under him. Doing this was bringing Robin a sense of shame that was rivaling the raw pain that was being forced into him. The wolf’s pants of pleasure were making him grimace. He was humping his cock into the sheath deep and hard, his shaft getting wetter with a mix of remaining blood and his own precum. The clear fluid was being rubbed over the wounds, bringing flashes of discomfort that was making Robin shake and groan even more. 

Still watching from the outside, Skippy mostly just saw the wolf’s large body grinding on top of Robin’s but if he craned his neck and looked around he could see the lupine’s large swinging sack and a bit of red that was moving back and forth, being his thick and throbbing shaft. Skippy couldn’t help but feel a bit curious about it, noticing that there was an even thicker bulb at the end of the wolf’s member. 

Robin also realized that there was something bumping against the stretched opening of his sheath. Knowing that there was an even fatter knot just waiting at the end of it all didn’t help ease his nerves. Just the idea of it being pushed into his already worn-thin opening made him shudder and whine. 

“You make for a pretty good female, Hood…” the sheriff snickered. He continued to rut into the sheath, groaning deeply from how tight it remained around his shaft. Meanwhile Robin was no longer whimpering. He didn’t understand it himself but as he felt the other male leaking inside of him still, the pain was starting to die down despite the bigger male thrusting himself even deeper inside. Even though it was a major blow to his pride, Robin managed to relax, figuring it was best to just let the sheriff have his way. 

Doing this helped even more. Oddly enough it was even starting to feel pleasurable. But that did little to ease the shame that had set deep inside of Robin. He had lost his manhood. His sheath was being fucked like a pussy, being filled with the sheriff’s precum. And now it is starting to feel good… He couldn’t bring himself to look at Skippy. The bunny watching all of this was something he was painfully aware of. Right now he wasn’t living up to his reputation, now pinned underneath another male, being used like some kind of brothel whore. More shame came over him but this time it was from how easily the wolf’s cock was sliding in and out of his sheath, meanwhile he was hearing the sheriff’s pleasured groans and grunts getting deeper. 

“You're still too tight for my knot… But I’m still gonna fill you up!” the sheriff said with a laugh as he continued to pound into the snug sheath. With one last thrust he shoved all of his length in, keeping his knot pressed firm to the sheath. With a growl and shake, the wolf began cumming, marking the fox’s new hole with his seed. 

Robin cried out as he felt the flood of cum, his voice drowned out by the sheriff’s deep and loud groan. The wolf’s fall balls were pulled up as his loads were being shot through his cocktip. He could feel every blast of the hot and thick fluid being injected into his sheath, barely a drop was leaking out and the sheriff kept his weight down, making sure that Robin wouldn’t be going anywhere while he blew his big load. Once the panting wolf was done he finally pulled his cock free from the freshly-fucked sheath. The opening was stretched and raw looking, seed bubbling up from the opening. It was a sight that made the sheriff snicker. 

“You know, with you being all locked up in here, maid Miriam will be left all unsatisfied and ripe for the prince’s taking,” the wolf gloated. 

“You,” he then said, his attention being focused on Skippy. “Listen here, boy. You’re gonna do exactly what I say.” The wolf moved over to the bound rabbit and undid his restraints. Skippy was surprised by this but didn’t have much time to dwell on this as he was being moved back to where Robin was, made to look at the fox in his defeated state. 

“W-what do I do?” Skippy asked nervously. 

”Now you’re gonna fuck him,” the wolf said. “Look at him. Nothing more than a lady now. His new cunt needs a bit more breaking in. You do this and I’ll let you go. Now do it!” 

Skippy was pushed towards Robin. He fell and landed on top of the restrained fox. The bunny didn’t bother looking Robin in the face. Instead he focused on what the wolf had told him, that he could go home and back to his family. He knew it was wrong but…

He managed to get himself hard and lined his length with the cum-filled hole. Skippy groaned when he inserted himself, feeling the hot and wet hole engulfing his inches. Even if it had been stretched out some it was still pretty tight and this was Skippy’s first time feeling something like that. Something that he couldn’t explain compelled him to start moving his hips, rocking them as he rubbed his cock against the hot and slippery walls of the sheath. 

Sounds like moans and sighs were coming from the bunny as he bucked into the sheath. It was like he couldn’t stop himself. The sensations were so new and so powerful. He wanted more of this pleasure and his body was making him rock. As the boy thrust in as deep as he could, Robin would hiss and groan in response. 

”How does he feel?” the sheriff asked the boy. 

“He feels good. Really wet, hot, and tight…” Skippy groaned. He didn’t stop pumping as he spoke, in fact he was starting to thrust in even faster. Robin’s groans were dying down, turning into reluctant sounds of pleasure. He couldn’t understand how he was even feeling pleasure without his cock. There was just something about the rubbing of his sheath walls that were making him tingle. Unlike the sheriff’s cock, Skippy’s was a good size that he was able to handle without feeling pain. 

”Keep it up then,” the sheriff encouraged. 

Skippy nodded and picked up the pace a bit. He had almost forgotten that he was doing this to Robin Hood. All he could focus on was the building pleasure. It all just felt so good and he was wanting more and more of it. Skippy was now pushing all of his inches into the sheath, going all the way down to his little furry balls. 

The bunny continued humping in with as much force as he could muster until he felt that he could no longer do so. There was a burst of pleasure that made him cry out and shake. He stopped thrusting and kept his cock buried inside of the sheath. Groaning out, Skippy experienced his first climax, adding a bit of his seed to the mess already into the sheath. His small orbs didn’t have much to add but Robin could feel the spurts and twitches inside of his sheath. On the young bunny’s face was a look of elation, having just experienced something that he couldn’t fully grasp just yet. When his length softened he pulled out and the sheriff patted him on the back. 

The wolf was true to his word, letting Skippy go free but Robin remained trapped, chained and he was then used again by the sheriff and then the rhino guards, and then prince john himself. All of them were rough, caring about their own pleasures and desires to spill their seed and humiliate him. The rhinos were very brutal, forcing his sheath to make room for their length and girth. It was both painful and pleasurable, forcing the fox to experience things he was truly unprepared for. They all took turns, going back and forth for the rest of the night and long into the day as well, even using his ass too. When they were all done with him, Robin’s sheath and tailhole was gaped and freely oozing the cum of various males. His insides were aching and being used by those he despised and knowing that this would be his life from now on, something inside of Robin Hood broke. 

“I think he’s ready to talk now,” the sheriff said. 

”Good. Now tell us where the merry men are hiding,” Prince John demanded. 

Robin did so without hesitation. He was out of his mind by this point, not even thinking about the consequences of what he was saying, how they would be hunted down and likely subjected to the same torture that he had experienced. 

”Very good, Robin Hood,” John praised. “Now for your reward…” 

Coming in now was Sir Hiss, having a grin on his face as he came into the cell. Robin was released from the restraints but had no will to fight back or even shout as he was being led into the snake’s open mouth head first…