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A moment ago they had been cheering raucously, and in a moment they would begin cheering again, probably wearing out their throats over the next several hours. The massive brown bear nodded with satisfaction, took a long drag on his ceramic pipe, and took the final step onto the stand.\n\nThere were two figures already there. The older of the two badgers was restrained to an iron chair. His legs had been broken, his hands removed and the stumps coated with tar; his tongue had been cut off with glowing hot pincers. His balls had been crushed and his penis split longwise. He had remained silent the entire time. He was a warrior, after all; he was hardened to physical pain.\n\nThat was why the other badger on the platform. His son. It was why the elder badger's eyes and ears had remained untouched: to see the agony and hear the screams as his son paid the price for the father's hubris.\n\nThe Doral felt a moment of pity for the cub, but no guilt, no shame, and not a thought of mercy. Besides, the lad would be the fourth generation a family of sadistic butchers. He might be guiltless so far, but he would not remain an innocent. The Doral had already heard stories that the youth was turning into a little monster.\n\nThe cub was bent over a massive oak beam, his hind paws spread apart and chained, his arms and chest against the rail. Both the cub's ass and his mouth were secured at the level of the Doral's hips. The Doral unbuckled the leather skirt that was his only garb and let it fall to the planks. He would be unclothed for this encounter, bare to nature, wild like his ancestors.\n\nA stand near the beam held a selection of tools, metal, leather, wood, and more. The Doral selected a rattan cane and took another long pull on his pipe.\n\nThe crowd remained silent, eager, as the Doral stepped into place. Before him, and to his right, the cub's bare ass was exposed, his stubby tail chained to his collar. The Doral swung the cane a few times, getting the feel of it, and still the crowd remained silent.\n\nThen, the Doral swung. The crowd exploded with cheers. The young badger's legs straightened and he yelped in pain. A bright line appeared through the thin fur of his backside.\n\nThen the Doral swung again, even harder, making sure the cane struck across the little badger's tight rosebud. It began swelling at once. And the Doral paused for a moment to watch it do so.\n\nThe crowd below cheered with every strike of the cane. They had suffered greatly by the invasion of the elder badger's armies. Most families had suffered some losses; many of the furs had been beaten, injured, and mutilated by the badger's marauders. Their crops had been destroyed in the early months of the war and there had been hunger during the thankfully brief winter. There was no sympathy from below for the heir of the badger warlord.\n\nThen the Doral laid the can across the cub's ass again. And again. And then again. Over and over, every few seconds, as the cub's yelps turned into howls and then into screams. \n\nAnd then begging. The cub, so arrogant when he'd been the heir to the father's legitimate claims, now cried to please stop, he didn't mean it, it wasn’t his fault, make someone else... the claims made no sense and weren't important. The cub had lived a life knowing that, on the rare occasions when someone had called him out on his behavior, he'd be able to talk his way out of trouble.\n\nThe cub begged, “Please, stop! Please! Please! Stop! PLEASE!” The Doral stopped, thinking that it had probably been the most times the cub had said “please” in his life. He selected a leather-and-metal object from the stand and strapped it to the cub's head. It was a spiked muzzle and gag, designed so that if the badger tried to speak, the spikes would poke at the soft tissues of his mouth. \n\nThe Doral took another great drag from his pipe. Then he swung the cane again, and the cub tried to beg again. And he screamed from the sudden pain in his tongue. The crowd laughed with appreciation.\n\nIt was the screams that were important to the Doral. It was the screams that furs would remember. The furs of the Doral's lands would remember the screams as proof that they were protected, that anyone who tried to harm the Doral's furs or take their property would be repaid with pain, humiliation, and death. The furs of other lands would remember the screams and stay away.\n\nThe Doral swung the cane again, and again. The young badger's ass fur began to turn brownish-red from the oozing blood. Blood began dripping from the badger's mouth as the spiked gag did its work. And the gag was doing it's work; the hapless cub was making inarticulate sounds of pain but no longer begging, trying to keep his tongue still.\n\nThe Doral swung another blow, and another. His cock was now raging hard. He didn't have a particularly long cock but it was thick, as many of the furs in the crowd could attest to. It was normally considered prudent to arrange to be well-fucked before paying the Doral a visit. Even the cubs he invited to his private chambers would receive thorough attention from their fathers and other males before visiting the Doral. It was considered a kindness to not have the Doral's member in an unstretched hole.\n\nThe Doral quit swinging the cane, resting his arm as he inspected his handiwork. The badger's scraggly tail had taken some of the blows and had broken. The cub's scent glands had been excised before the ritual beating, and they were now bloody and ruptured. The skin of the cub's virgin ass was swollen and bruised.\n\nThe Doral set aside the cane, took another it from his pipe, and reached for a small bowl of lard. He smeared some on his cock.\n\nHe set the head of his thick cock against the cub's swollen hole. It was raging hard, and in an instant he'd thrust in the full length to the balls. It was not deep, but it was wide and tore the bruised flesh as it went in. The badger cub howled with pain, then howled louder at the pain in his mouth, and then managed to become silent.\n\nThe bear plunged his cock into the cub's ass again and again. It was not a long thrust but it was a powerful one. The pain in the badger's backside became less from one cause as his ass became slowly acclimated to the width of the bear's cock, but the pain became steadily greater as the bear's loins thrust against the badger's raw beaten ass. A low whining wail had begun in the cub's throat as he attempted to keep his mouth still. It was barely audible over the noise of the crowd.\n\nThe Doral paused in his brutal fucking, and let his erection slide from the badger's ass. His cock was covered in red blood and brown shit, mixed with the lard into a paste coating his tool. The crowd noise diminished somewhat. \n\nThe bear walked around the beam to the cub's head. He knelt so that his mouth was by the badger's ear.\n\n“I like your screams,” he whispered. “I want to hear you screaming. But not begging. Listening to a whiny cub makes me angry. Do you understand?” The cub nodded carefully. Tears were flowing from his eyes.\n\nThe Doral unbuckled the gag and removed it from the cub's mouth. The cub began sobbing loudly, but said nothing. “If you bite down,” the bear said, “it will go badly for you.”\n\nThe bear stood and grabbed the cub's head between his massive paws. With some pressure against the cub's jaws, he forced them open and stuck his cock, covered in blood, shit, and lard, into the badger's mouth.\n\nThe bear wasn't long enough to throat-fuck the badger's muzzle, but the badger began gagging from the coating of the bear's dick. The bear thrust as deeply in the cub's tapered muzzle as he could, enjoying the warm tongue and the warm blood on his cock. The crowd noise increased in appreciation.\n\nThe cub had not been starved in captivity. Indeed, while his father was being tortured, remaining silent as his forepaws were smashed with hammers before being swan off, the cub was in the next warm, being served the kind of banquet he was used to. He had been led onto the platform with a belly full of rich food.\n\nNow that food reappeared, flooding half-digested from the cub's throat and over the bear's cock and loins. The crowd exploded in appreciative noise.\n\nThe Doral patted the badger's plump cheek and stepped backward. He walked again to the other side of the plank, where the cub's ass was now gaped open from his earlier fucking. He took another drag of his pipe. He slid his puke-covered dick back into the cub and the crowd cheered.\n\nThe Doral fell into a fucking rhythm. Four furs climbed the steps to join them on the platform. The cub had fallen silent, still weeping but having lost the energy to scream.\n\nThe Doral thrust for several minutes. It was a rhythm many of the furs below knew well, and they knew when he was reaching his climax. It was no surprise to them at all when his thrusting slowed, and he roared, thrusting again to the balls as his semen filled the badger's belly. The crowd roared.\n\nThe bear lingered with his satisfied cock in the badger's ass, and then withdrew, letting his filthy limp penis flow against his balls. It would be hard again soon. He took a post-orgasm drag of weed. In the meantime, one of the furs who had joined them stepped forward to take his place.\n\nSaatah had been a lieutenant in the Doral's guard a year ago. Now the snow leopard was a general. He had shown brilliance when the badger warlord's treacherous army had attacked along the Doral's Road, the trade route he had built for the good of his furs. Given command of the peaceful guard unit afterward, he had been responsible for turning the militia into a hardened army. The crowd's cheering increased as the furs saw the great hero.\n\nThe General placed the head of his barbed cock against the badger's ass. It was less thick than the Doral's, but longer, and the barbs would be a different experience for the hapless cub.\n\nLike his commander had, the General pushed in his entire length with a single thrust. The cub found the energy to scream as the leopard's cock reached new places inside the badger's guts. Then he screamed again as the leopard began thrusting, the feline cock's barbs a new and painful sensation.\n\nThe crowd noise had diminished somewhat but their enthusiasm was still apparent. The General went about his task with determination rather than pleasure. His family had been destroyed in the war. He had not felt the urge for sexual relief since he'd lost his wife and daughter. He fucked the cub for a few minutes, until the bittersweet pleasure of orgasm washed over him. Like the Doral's, his dick came out a mess of lard, blood, shit, and puke. Unlike the Doral, he walked around the beam to have the cub lick it clean. The badger, cowed into submission, did this service for the General.\n\nAs the leopard made the cub tidy his cock, the next fur stepped into place behind him. Rowfe was a dog, a border collie, who had never fought in the war but was nevertheless a great hero. The crowd cheered him as they had the General. Rowfe had gathered civilians from the path of the invading Badger hoard. He had worked tirelessly, risking discovery as he had, in one case, come within yards of the enemy to rescue a family of orphaned cubs. \n\nThe dog slid his cock in quickly, as had the Doral and the General, and let his knot swell in the badger cub's ass. His cock was longer than either previous furs', and his knot swelled to several inches around. The badger cub began whimpering again as the knot filled his anus. The dog thrust quickly, as his kind does, and produced huge amounts of semen, as dogs do. The canine hero remained tied to the cub in a post-orgasmic bliss for some time. The Doral had known this would happen, and was prepared. Being somewhat of a show fur, he wanted to keep the crowd engaged during the dog's coital lock. He selected a long leather strap and brought it down on the cub's back.\n\nThe badger found the energy to scream again. The Doral heard the badger mutter, “Please, don't....” before catching himself. The cub did not speak again, although he screamed with every blow of the strap on his back. The dog, in the meantime, enjoyed the ride. He, also, felt pity but no mercy for the cub. Too many times during the war, the dog had failed to rescue a child.\n\nThe crowd cheered every blow of the strap, and the badger's back soon resembled his ass: Welts visible under the blood-matter fur.\n\nThe dog's knot finally subsided to the point that he could withdraw. The third fur on the platform stepped forward to take his place. He was Buroff, a bonobo diplomat who had been in the Doral's city when the badgers had attacked. Though he could have claimed neutrality, he instead chose to cast his lot with his hosts. During the badgers' most dangerous incursion, to the gates of the city itself, Buroff had joined the defenders. Despite losing an arm early in the battle, the chimpanzee had continued to fight, and had commanded the rear-guard division of smaller furs that had broken through the badgers' advance and turned the battle.\n\nThe bonobo's erection was ready for the cub. The bonobo has the longest penis of any ape, and like the other furs, Buroff pressed the tip against the cub's now-loose hole. Unlike the bear, the leopard, and the dog, the ape slid his cock into the cub's ass slowly, relishing the warmth of the child's ass. \n\nHe did not, however, intend to be kind to the badger. He took the leather strap from the Doral and applied it to the cub's back himself. The pain and rage he'd felt at the loss of his limb was taken out on the badger's flesh. Deep bloody welts on the cub's flesh opened and widened, and the child's back became a bloody mess of torn flesh. The badger's screams had become constant and predictable. It satisfied the Doral. In the future, furs would hear sounds in the night that reminded them of the badger heir's screams.\n\n The final fur on the platform was a stallion, a civilian farmer who had become a soldier. Promoted soon to sergeant, and refusing all offers to make him an officer, Nickerlilt has become a well-known hero nevertheless. Many brave furs named Sergeant Nickerlilt as the source of their courage. \n\nThe stallion had both the longest and the thickest cock of the furs on the platform. The cub's ass was by now gaping, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough to accommodate the horse's massive tool. It slid into him, and the cub fell silent in shock. Then the horse thrusted, and the badger gave a startled, muffled scream, muffled as his organs were so compressed by the massive tool that he could not get the air for a louder scream. His guts were pummeled as the horse trusted, and he puked again as his stomach was painfully compressed.\n\nThe Sergeant came, and semen flooded from the cub's wrecked hole. The horse stepped back, and the Doral returned to the middle of the platform. He raised his paws, and the crowd went wild with cheering. His erection had returned, and he pressed it into the cub's ass.\n\nBefore, the cub's ass had been tight and gripped his thick cock. Now, the cub's ass was almost flabby. Between that and his previous orgasm, the bear took a long time to fuck the badger a second time. The furs below were engaged but the noise had diminished. The cub was silent, exhausted, resigned to the abuse. The bear thrust away for a long time before shooting his second load of semen.\nThe Doral took a step back once his cock had had its fun. He took a handful of the mixed cum, blood, shit, puke, and lard oozing from the cub's ass. He carried it to the elder badger, who bore an expression of anger, fear, and hate. The Doral wiped the mess on the tyrant's face, and then finally wiped his cock clean on the elder badger’s fur. He took a hit from his pipe and blew it into the badger's face.\n\nThe Doral moved unhurriedly as he prepared for the final scene of the badger heir's destruction. He walked around the cub, inspecting and touching the cub's torn flesh. He grabbed the cub's balls and fondled them gently. He caressed the torn welts of the cub's wounds, and ran his claws carefully through the cub's bloody matted fur. \n\nThe Doral returned to the stand and took two items: A stake, about five feet long, three inches around, with a sharpened end, and a heavy mallet. He rubbed several inches of the sharpened end with lard. The crowd of furs fell as silent as it had since the cub's ordeal had begun.\n\nThen, the Doral pressed the point of the stake into the cub's ass and fucked him with it. The splinters of the stake cut into the cub's raw ass flesh, and the badger began crying again. There were some mutterings of “Please, please, stop,” but now the Doral ignored them. The crowd was still quiet but at a fever pitch. \n\nThen, the Doral used the mallet to strike the end of the stake. The cub screamed again, as loudly as he had during the entire ordeal, and the crowd exploded with cheers. The Doral handed the mallet to the bonobo diplomat and held the stake as the chimpanzee carefully aimed with his one arm. He succeeded in giving the stake a solid blow, and is sunk several inches deeper into the cub's ass.\n\nThe bonobo handed the stake to the dog. The Doral continued to hold it still, and the border collie used both front paws to grip the hammer. He gave the stake another solid blow and the badger cub screamed again, weakly.\n\nThe dog handed the hammer to the leopard. General Saatah touched the cub's ass fondly. He tested the grip of the cub's ass on the shaft of the stake, which now penetrated by well over a foot. He took grip of the hammer, carefully gauged his striking point, and swung. The shaft sunk into the cub's ass by several more inches.\n\nThen it was Sergeant Nickerlil's turn. The farmer-turned soldier handled the hammer as a farmer would, with ease and comfort borne from years of daily use. He swung it in the air a few times to get the weight of it. Then he, as the others had, used it to drive the stake further into the cub's suffering body. The badger did not scream again; the stake had penetrated his lungs. His eyes had no more tears to produce, and they simply darted about wildly as they took in the last images they would ever recognize.\n\nThe Doral took the hammer back from the horse. The final blows would be his, and he dared not delay them. He gave another mighty stroke to the stake, and another, and the sub's eyes grew still as the life left them. Three more blows, and the point of the stake emerged from the badger's shoulder; another two blows, and the Doral was finished. He smoked his pipe as the dog and the chimp stepped forward to unshackle the cub's four paws. The horse and leopard each took an end of the stake and raised it, the cub's mutilated body dangling from the spit. They dropped it from the platform at the feet of the crowd.\n\nThe badger in the iron chair looked on with hate and hopelessness. His execution would come later, much much later. He had been a lusty monarch with many women obedient to him. The next heir would be on the platform with him tomorrow. And another the day after; the warlord had over thirty “legitimate” heirs, and many other offspring besides. The Doral was committed to ending the badger's line, and there would be many days of celebrating their final victory over the marauders.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The crowd fell silent as the Doral began climbing the steps of the platform.  A moment ago they had been cheering raucously, and in a moment they would begin cheering again, probably wearing out their throats over the next several hours.  The massive brown bear nodded with satisfaction, took a long drag on his ceramic pipe, and took the final step onto the stand.

There were two figures already there.  The older of the two badgers was restrained to an iron chair.  His legs had been broken, his hands removed and the stumps coated with tar; his tongue had been cut off with glowing hot pincers.  His balls had been crushed and his penis split longwise.  He had remained silent the entire time.  He was a warrior, after all; he was hardened to physical pain.

That was why the other badger on the platform.  His son.  It was why the elder badger's eyes and ears had remained untouched: to see the agony and hear the screams as his son paid the price for the father's hubris.

The Doral felt a moment of pity for the cub, but no guilt, no shame, and not a thought of mercy.  Besides, the lad would be the fourth generation a family of sadistic butchers.  He might be guiltless so far, but he would not remain an innocent.  The Doral had already heard stories that the youth was turning into a little monster.

The cub was bent over a massive oak beam, his hind paws spread apart and chained, his arms and chest against the rail.  Both the cub's ass and his mouth were secured at the level of the Doral's hips. The Doral unbuckled the leather skirt that was his only garb and let it fall to the planks.  He would be unclothed for this encounter, bare to nature, wild like his ancestors.

A stand near the beam held a selection of tools, metal, leather, wood, and more.  The Doral selected a rattan cane and took another long pull on his pipe.

The crowd remained silent, eager, as the Doral stepped into place.  Before him, and to his right, the cub's bare ass was exposed, his stubby tail chained to his collar.  The Doral swung the cane a few times, getting the feel of it, and still the crowd remained silent.

Then, the Doral swung.  The crowd exploded with cheers. The young badger's legs straightened and he yelped in pain.  A bright line appeared through the thin fur of his backside.

Then the Doral swung again, even harder, making sure the cane struck across the little badger's tight rosebud.  It began swelling at once. And the Doral paused for a moment to watch it do so.

The crowd below cheered with every strike of the cane.  They had suffered greatly by the invasion of the elder badger's armies.  Most families had suffered some losses; many of the furs had been beaten, injured, and mutilated by the badger's marauders.  Their crops had been destroyed in the early months of the war and there had been hunger during the thankfully brief winter.  There was no sympathy from below for the heir of the badger warlord.

Then the Doral laid the can across the cub's ass again.  And again.  And then again.  Over and over, every few seconds, as the cub's yelps turned into howls and then into screams.  

And then begging.  The cub, so arrogant when he'd been the heir to the father's legitimate claims, now cried to please stop, he didn't mean it, it wasn’t his fault, make someone else... the claims made no sense and weren't important.  The cub had lived a life knowing that, on the rare occasions when someone had called him out on his behavior, he'd be able to talk his way out of trouble.

The cub begged, “Please, stop!  Please! Please! Stop! PLEASE!”  The Doral stopped, thinking that it had probably been the most times the cub had said “please” in his life.  He selected a leather-and-metal object from the stand and strapped it to the cub's head.  It was a spiked muzzle and gag, designed so that if the badger tried to speak, the spikes would poke at the soft tissues of his mouth.  

The Doral took another great drag from his pipe.  Then he swung the cane again, and the cub tried to beg again.  And he screamed from the sudden pain in his tongue.  The crowd laughed with appreciation.

It was the screams that were important to the Doral.  It was the screams that furs would remember.  The furs of the Doral's lands would remember the screams as proof that they were protected, that anyone who tried to harm the Doral's furs or take their property would be repaid with pain, humiliation, and death.  The furs of other lands would remember the screams and stay away.

The Doral swung the cane again, and again.  The young badger's ass fur began to turn brownish-red from the oozing blood.  Blood began dripping from the badger's mouth as the spiked gag did its work.  And the gag was doing it's work; the hapless cub was making inarticulate sounds of pain but no longer begging, trying to keep his tongue still.

The Doral swung another blow, and another.  His cock was now raging hard.  He didn't have a particularly long cock but it was thick, as many of the furs in the crowd could attest to.  It was normally considered prudent to arrange to be well-fucked before paying the Doral a visit.  Even the cubs he invited to his private chambers would receive thorough attention from their fathers and other males before visiting the Doral.  It was considered a kindness to not have the Doral's member in an unstretched hole.

The Doral quit swinging the cane, resting his arm as he inspected his handiwork.  The badger's scraggly tail had taken some of the blows and had broken.  The cub's scent glands had been excised before the ritual beating, and they were now bloody and ruptured.  The skin of the cub's virgin ass was swollen and bruised.

The Doral set aside the cane, took another it from his pipe, and reached for a small bowl of lard.  He smeared some on his cock.

He set the head of his thick cock against the cub's swollen hole.  It was raging hard, and in an instant he'd thrust in the full length to the balls.  It was not deep, but it was wide and tore the bruised flesh as it went in.  The badger cub howled with pain, then howled louder at the pain in his mouth, and then managed to become silent.

The bear plunged his cock into the cub's ass again and again.  It was not a long thrust but it was a powerful one.  The pain in the badger's backside became less from one cause as his ass became slowly acclimated to the width of the bear's cock, but the pain became steadily greater as the bear's loins thrust against the badger's raw beaten ass.  A low whining wail had begun in the cub's throat as he attempted to keep his mouth still.  It was barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

The Doral paused in his brutal fucking, and let his erection slide from the badger's ass.  His cock was covered in red blood and brown shit, mixed with the lard into a paste coating his tool.  The crowd noise diminished somewhat.  

The bear walked around the beam to the cub's head.  He knelt so that his mouth was by the badger's ear.

“I like your screams,” he whispered. “I want to hear you screaming.  But not begging. Listening to a whiny cub makes me angry.  Do you understand?”  The cub nodded carefully.  Tears were flowing from his eyes.

The Doral unbuckled the gag and removed it from the cub's mouth.  The cub began sobbing loudly, but said nothing.  “If you bite down,” the bear said, “it will go badly for you.”

The bear stood and grabbed the cub's head between his massive paws.  With some pressure against the cub's jaws, he forced them open and stuck his cock, covered in blood, shit, and lard, into the badger's mouth.

The bear wasn't long enough to throat-fuck the badger's muzzle, but the badger began gagging from the coating of the bear's dick.  The bear thrust as deeply in the cub's tapered muzzle as he could, enjoying the warm tongue and the warm blood on his cock.  The crowd noise increased in appreciation.

The cub had not been starved in captivity.  Indeed, while his father was being tortured, remaining silent as his forepaws were smashed with hammers before being swan off, the cub was in the next warm, being served the kind of banquet he was used to.  He had been led onto the platform with a belly full of rich food.

Now that food reappeared, flooding half-digested from the cub's throat and over the bear's cock and loins.  The crowd exploded in appreciative noise.

The Doral patted the badger's plump cheek and stepped backward.  He walked again to the other side of the plank, where the cub's ass was now gaped open from his earlier fucking.  He took another drag of his pipe.  He slid his puke-covered dick back into the cub and the crowd cheered.

The Doral fell into a fucking rhythm. Four furs climbed the steps to join them on the platform.  The cub had fallen silent, still weeping but having lost the energy to scream.

The Doral thrust for several minutes.  It was a rhythm many of the furs below knew well, and they knew when he was reaching his climax.  It was no surprise to them at all when his thrusting slowed, and he roared, thrusting again to the balls as his semen filled the badger's belly.  The crowd roared.

The bear lingered with his satisfied cock in the badger's ass, and then withdrew, letting his filthy limp penis flow against his balls.  It would be hard again soon.  He took a post-orgasm drag of weed. In the meantime, one of the furs who had joined them stepped forward to take his place.

Saatah had been a lieutenant in the Doral's guard a year ago.  Now the snow leopard was a general.  He had shown brilliance when the badger warlord's treacherous army had attacked along the Doral's Road, the trade route he had built for the good of his furs.  Given command of the peaceful guard unit afterward, he had been responsible for turning the militia into a hardened army.  The crowd's cheering increased as the furs saw the great hero.

The General placed the head of his barbed cock against the badger's ass.  It was less thick than the Doral's, but longer, and the barbs would be a different experience for the hapless cub.

Like his commander had, the General pushed in his entire length with a single thrust.  The cub found the energy to scream as the leopard's cock reached new places inside the badger's guts.  Then he screamed again as the leopard began thrusting, the feline cock's barbs a new and painful sensation.

The crowd noise had diminished somewhat but their enthusiasm was still apparent.  The General went about his task with determination rather than pleasure.  His family had been destroyed in the war.  He had not felt the urge for sexual relief since he'd lost his wife and daughter.  He fucked the cub for a few minutes, until the bittersweet pleasure of orgasm washed over him.  Like the Doral's, his dick came out a mess of lard, blood, shit, and puke.  Unlike the Doral, he walked around the beam to have the cub lick it clean.  The badger, cowed into submission, did this service for the General.

As the leopard made the cub tidy his cock, the next fur stepped into place behind him.  Rowfe was a dog, a border collie, who had never fought in the war but was nevertheless a great hero.  The crowd cheered him as they had the General.  Rowfe had gathered civilians from the path of the invading Badger hoard.  He had worked tirelessly, risking discovery as he had, in one case, come within yards of the enemy to rescue a family of orphaned cubs.  

The dog slid his cock in quickly, as had the Doral and the General, and let his knot swell in the badger cub's ass.  His cock was longer than either previous furs', and his knot swelled to several inches around.  The badger cub began whimpering again as the knot filled his anus.  The dog thrust quickly, as his kind does, and produced huge amounts of semen, as dogs do.  The canine hero remained tied to the cub in a post-orgasmic bliss for some time.  The Doral had known this would happen, and was prepared.  Being somewhat of a show fur, he wanted to keep the crowd engaged during the dog's coital lock.  He selected a long leather strap and brought it down on the cub's back.

The badger found the energy to scream again.  The Doral heard the badger mutter, “Please, don't....” before catching himself.  The cub did not speak again, although he screamed with every blow of the strap on his back.  The dog, in the meantime, enjoyed the ride.  He, also, felt pity but no mercy for the cub.  Too many times during the war, the dog had failed to rescue a child.

The crowd cheered every blow of the strap, and the badger's back soon resembled his ass:  Welts visible under the blood-matter fur.

The dog's knot finally subsided to the point that he could withdraw.  The third fur on the platform stepped forward to take his place.  He was Buroff, a bonobo diplomat who had been in the Doral's city when the badgers had attacked.  Though he could have claimed neutrality, he instead chose to cast his lot with his hosts.  During the badgers' most dangerous incursion, to the gates of the city itself, Buroff had joined the defenders.  Despite losing an arm early in the battle, the chimpanzee had continued to fight, and had commanded the rear-guard division of smaller furs that had broken through the badgers' advance and turned the battle.

The bonobo's erection was ready for the cub.  The bonobo has the longest penis of any ape, and like the other furs, Buroff pressed the tip against the cub's now-loose hole.  Unlike the bear, the leopard, and the dog, the ape slid his cock into the cub's ass slowly, relishing the warmth of the child's ass.  

He did not, however, intend to be kind to the badger.  He took the leather strap from the Doral and applied it to the cub's back himself.  The pain and rage he'd felt at the loss of his limb was taken out on the badger's flesh.  Deep bloody welts on the cub's flesh opened and widened, and the child's back became a bloody mess of torn flesh.  The badger's screams had become constant and predictable.  It satisfied the Doral.  In the future, furs would hear sounds in the night that reminded them of the badger heir's screams.

  The final fur on the platform was a stallion, a civilian farmer who had become a soldier.  Promoted soon to sergeant, and refusing all offers to make him an officer, Nickerlilt has become a well-known hero nevertheless.  Many brave furs named Sergeant Nickerlilt as the source of their courage.  

The stallion had both the longest and the thickest cock of the furs on the platform.  The cub's ass was by now gaping, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough to accommodate the horse's massive tool.  It slid into him, and the cub fell silent in shock.  Then the horse thrusted, and the badger gave a startled, muffled scream, muffled as his organs were so compressed by the massive tool that he could not get the air for a louder scream.  His guts were pummeled as the horse trusted, and he puked again as his stomach was painfully compressed.

The Sergeant came, and semen flooded from the cub's wrecked hole.  The horse stepped back, and the Doral returned to the middle of the platform.  He raised his paws, and the crowd went wild with cheering.  His erection had returned, and he pressed it into the cub's ass.

Before, the cub's ass had been tight and gripped his thick cock.  Now, the cub's ass was almost flabby.  Between that and his previous orgasm, the bear took a long time to fuck the badger a second time.  The furs below were engaged but the noise had diminished.  The cub was silent, exhausted, resigned to the abuse.  The bear thrust away for a long time before shooting his second load of semen.
The Doral took a step back once his cock had had its fun.  He took a handful of the mixed cum, blood, shit, puke, and lard oozing from the cub's ass.  He carried it to the elder badger, who bore an expression of anger, fear, and hate.  The Doral wiped the mess on the tyrant's face, and then finally wiped his cock clean on the elder badger’s fur. He took a hit from his pipe and blew it into the badger's face.

The Doral moved unhurriedly as he prepared for the final scene of the badger heir's destruction.  He walked around the cub, inspecting and touching the cub's torn flesh.  He grabbed the cub's balls and fondled them gently.  He caressed the torn welts of the cub's wounds, and ran his claws carefully through the cub's bloody matted fur.  

The Doral returned to the stand and took two items:  A stake, about five feet long, three inches around, with a sharpened end, and a heavy mallet.  He rubbed several inches of the sharpened end with lard.  The crowd of furs fell as silent as it had since the cub's ordeal had begun.

Then, the Doral pressed the point of the stake into the cub's ass and fucked him with it.  The splinters of the stake cut into the cub's raw ass flesh, and the badger began crying again.  There were some mutterings of “Please, please, stop,” but now the Doral ignored them.  The crowd was still quiet but at a fever pitch.  

Then, the Doral used the mallet to strike the end of the stake.  The cub screamed again, as loudly as he had during the entire ordeal, and the crowd exploded with cheers.  The Doral handed the mallet to the bonobo diplomat and held the stake as the chimpanzee carefully aimed with his one arm.  He succeeded in giving the stake a solid blow, and is sunk several inches deeper into the cub's ass.

The bonobo handed the stake to the dog.  The Doral continued to hold it still, and the border collie used both front paws to grip the hammer.  He gave the stake another solid blow and the badger cub screamed again, weakly.

The dog handed the hammer to the leopard.  General Saatah touched the cub's ass fondly.  He tested the grip of the cub's ass on the shaft of the stake, which now penetrated by well over a foot.  He took grip of the hammer, carefully gauged his striking point, and swung.  The shaft sunk into the cub's ass by several more inches.

Then it was Sergeant Nickerlil's turn.  The farmer-turned soldier handled the hammer as a farmer would, with ease and comfort borne from years of daily use.  He swung it in the air a few times to get the weight of it.  Then he, as the others had, used it to drive the stake further into the cub's suffering body.  The badger did not scream again; the stake had penetrated his lungs.  His eyes had no more tears to produce, and they simply darted about wildly as they took in the last images they would ever recognize.

The Doral took the hammer back from the horse.  The final blows would be his, and he dared not delay them.  He gave another mighty stroke to the stake, and another, and the sub's eyes grew still as the life left them.  Three more blows, and the point of the stake emerged from the badger's shoulder; another two blows, and the Doral was finished.  He smoked his pipe as the dog and the chimp stepped forward to unshackle the cub's four paws. The horse and leopard each took an end of the stake and raised it, the cub's mutilated body dangling from the spit.  They dropped it from the platform at the feet of the crowd.

The badger in the iron chair looked on with hate and hopelessness.  His execution would come later, much much later.  He had been a lusty monarch with many women obedient to him.  The next heir would be on the platform with him tomorrow.  And another the day after; the warlord had over thirty “legitimate” heirs, and many other offspring besides.  The Doral was committed to ending the badger's line, and there would be many days of celebrating their final victory over the marauders.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Doral's Justice", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "6", "views": "1461" }