James's head was swimming, his eyes fixed on the dead bodies of his siblings and parents, spread across the room in pools of their own blood.
His ears were ringing, deaf to the demands of the ferrets shouting and pointing his gun at him.
The feeling of a cold barrel against his fur pulled him out of his haze.
"I said, do you wanna live, rat boy?"
James tried to answer, but only a raspy squeak managed to pass his lips.
"I"ll take that as a no..."
The ferret cocked the hammer of his gun, and now pointed it square between James's eyes.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me", he finally answered, tears streaming down his face.
"I might spare you, if you can entertain me...".
A wicked grin appeared on the ferret's face, as he shoved the preteen rat along the room, toward the corpse of his older brother.
"That you big bro, kid?"
"y.. yes"
"What was his name?"
"Will"
The ferret grabbed James by the neck, and pushed him down to his knees.
"Did you love Will?"
"Yes, mister"
"Did you ever play together?"
"Why did you kill him, please mister, please let me go,..."
The ferret kicked James in the stomach, making him fall completely down to to the floor, his face now inches from Will's lifeless body.
"I asked you a question faggot, did you boys play together like good brothers?"
"YES", James cried out.
"Then give him a kiss goodbye", the ferret demanded.
The rat kissed his brothers forehead, the agony of knowing he'd never see him again making him sick to his stomach.
"No no, I mean a real kiss, slowly, on the lips"
James obliged, the gun still pointed towards him, his mind now starting to get on survival mode.
He closed his eyes, so he wouldn't have to look into his brothers death eyes, Will's lips were still warm, despite being drained from colour, as they touched each other for what felt like an eternity.
When the ferret pulled him back to his knees, he saw that the murderer had pulled down his dead brother's pants. A small pink tip pointed out of his sheath, like a button in a sea of white fur.
"I bet you and big bro. had a lot of fun together, I bet he showed you what to do with your peepees".
While it was true that Will had once told him that stroking your sheath could feel really good, he had never really explained.
The ferret now moved down to James's level, taking his hand and placing it on the lifeless sheath, while whispering in his ear.
"There we go, stroke your brother, show me how you played together"
The two rats had never done this, but James still followed the ferret's orders.
It felt like a violation. Will's staring at him, lifeless, but still accusing, his mouth starting to droop open from the movement, no sound coming out, but still feeling like he was about to protest.
"Looks like big bro wants to reward you".
The ferret now pulled down James's pants, unceremoniously grabbing his young undeveloped sheath between two fingers, guiding it it towards the corpse's waiting mouth.
"Hump your brother's maw, fuck dead bro's mouth, good boy!"
James rhythmically moved his groin against Will's mouth, unsure what the ferret wanted him to do.
He was so busy following orders, that he didn't notice that his dad's body had been dragged next to him to, propped up against the wall, as if watching his two sons.
The shock made James stop, until a smack across the face with the gun reminded him of his ordeal.
"Guess you wanna show dad what you learned too, right? Better pull down his pants"
The litle rat obeyed, unbuttoning his father's cargo pants and sliding them down, as well as his white briefs underneath.
A plump, lifeless sheath unveiled itself to the murderer and his hostage.
"Go suckle daddy dick, boy, I know you wanna".
The gun poked the back of his head, pushing him down to his father's cock. James's mind was started to go numb, now just following the ferret's orders without even thinking, on auto-pilot.
His underaged rat butt was invitingly poking up in the air while he was sucking off the corpse. The ferret couldn't hold himself back anymore, unzipping his own pants and pushing up against the boys tight little tailhole.
James didn't even yelp when his captor's cock finally entered him, too broken to care anymore.
This was really too bad. The fun of mentally torturing a cub was to see them cry and be in absolute terror. This was no fun anymore
The ferret put his gun to the base of the rat's skull and pulled the trigger. The preteen's body convulsed, tightening one final time around his cock, as he shot his load inside the little boy's beautiful lifeless body.
As he pulled out his cock from the fresh cadaver, he wiped the blood and cum of on the white fur of his victim and crossed off a name on a long list.
Another rat family put to proper use before being exterminated. 5 down, many more to go...