Vile Vermin - Part 1
by tannim
March 19, 2015

	Raucous laughter filled the nighttime darkness of Fort Marshank, mixed with the occasional shout or breaking of glass.  The noise drifted away from the feasting vermin to the starving and exhausted slaves trying to sleep and made the poor beasts grumble in jealousy, at least those who weren't crying or too tired and sore to care.  A few were simply content to be left alone instead of being drafted to serve their cruel captors.

	Along a series of low earthen walls at the edge of Marshank's wide mess yard, bright flames danced beneath large heavy iron pots bubbling with soup or stew.  Away from the fires, Badrang's hordebeasts were spread around circular groups of wooden benches, eating, relaxing, or simply shirking their duties and pretending to be doing either.  After a long day tending to the slaves or patrolling, none of them wanted to do any real work.

	In their section of the mess yard, Gurrad, Hisk, and Skalrag picked at their plates.  They weren't laughing with the others.  No, as captains they had to sit on their battered log benches and set a good example for the rest of the horde and deal with more important matters.

	"Hoi, 'ow long d'yer think before Cap'n Clog tries some'tin' on ol' Badrang?" Hisk scratched under his eye patch with his whip. "Them corsairs are always up to somethin'."

	Skalrag slid a claw into his nose to dig around. "Cap'n Clog ain't up to nothin', mate.  You just put it out of your mind."

	"Badrang will sort that seagoin' stoat, an' no mistake." Gurrad grunted and joined the other two in peering at their mugs as though they somehow wouldn't still be empty as they thought on it.

	"Yer could be right, Gurrad." Hisk slipped off his bench toward another group of benches and grabbed another beast's mug as a careless rat left it unguarded. "I 'opes I get to see when them corsairs get their tails 'anded to 'em."

	A similar attempt by Skalrag left the fox with just his own empty mug as they both took their seats. "And what might Badrang be plannin'? You two sound like you know somethin'."

	Hisk opened his mouth, but a loud rumbling trumpet like noise made him close it.  Around them, gossipers quieted down so as not to disturb the captains.  The crew knew comedy when they 'eard it and they knew captains were always good for entertainment.

	Gurrad smirked. "Ah, always good to feel the wind blowin', 'specially when yer feels the urge to crap as bad as I do and that's all ye need to know, Skalrag.  Huh! If Lord Badrang ain't told you, then you don't 'ave to know." The rat picked at his teeth, then turned away from the frustrated looking fox and lifted his tail higher for an even louder fart to rip out from under it.

	His blast buffeted Skalrag's fur for almost four seconds before it trailed off with a final squeak.  Paws slammed mugs down on benches while others clapped in appreciation.  Good entertainment was to be encouraged, especially from a captain.

	Hisk clapped Gurrad on the back. "Ha! That's a good'n alright.  Couldn't 'ave done better, meself!"

	"Yes... very impressive." Skalrag flicked his tail toward the other hordebeasts, "An' it smells a bit better in 'ere now that I can't smell THAT lot." He sneered at the looks some of them gave him at that. "You keep lookin' at me like that an' you'll be givin' the archers some target practice!"

	The two other captains nodded in approval as the beasts hurried away.

	"They'd walk all over you if you let them." Gurrad pulled at a splinter in his tail. "Uh, I 'ave to shit."

	With that subtle announcement, he scooted back on his log grunted.  Skalrag and Hisk watched with mild amusement.  His loincloth soon shifted under his tail and a smell wafted up from him.  Nobody said anything as Gurrad just let another log join the first while nibbling the last bit of meat off a stewed seabird.

	More lumps slid out into his loincloth, each far larger than the first two, and filled it to bulging.  The logs held their shape well until more pushed out and compressed them against and into the fabric.  His musky odor grew stronger with it until another damp fart fluttered out of his ass after the last log slid free.

	Hisk leaned back to get a good view of the melon sized bulge of waste filling Gurrad's loincloth. "Wow... where'd you keep all of THAT, Gurrad? I 'aven't seen that much since fatty Clog got sick off Badrang's special bean dinner and you ain't even half as thick as 'im!"

	Gurrad patted his rear and the mass of crap squished against it proudly. "Just good livin', mess mate.  Now I get to 'ave one of the slaves entertain me by cleanin' it out for me later."

	"Ha, yeah... this is the good life." Skalrag watched Gurrad scoot back into place, heedless of the squishing mass against his rear. "Plenty of food to eat and slaves we can make do anything we want, no matter 'ow much they 'ates it."

***

	Some ways away, Fleaban and Rotnose watched as Crosstooth stood on his bench imitating a slave he'd teased one day.  He made a show of flinching at the invisible blows of his sword handle on his right shoulder, then dropped both paws behind his back to grab at his tail.  His ears drooped comically while he let out a horrible wail.

	"Oh, yer should see them prissy ore slaves when you scares 'em right.  Just a good beatin' and threat to take an arm off and their bowels loosen right quick! The looks on their faces is just beautiful, it really is." He stood fully upright . "Speakin' of slaves, what do yer gets when ya starve all but one of yer ore slaves?" Crosstooth waited a few seconds, grinning around. "The finest whine aboard!"

	Rotnose slapped Fleabane on the back, both roaring with laughter. "HA! FINEST WINE! HEEEE! That's a good'n, that'n is!"

	Both weasels rocked at the blow and Rotnose fell fully off his bench, still wheezing with laughter.  He sobered up at the warm heat suddenly spreading around his groin.  Pushing himself, wiping tears from his eyes, he watched himself pissing his loincloth.  Crosstooth and Fleabane watched as well and Crosstooth joined them in their laughter.

	The fox helped Rotnose back up onto his bench and couldn't wipe the smirk of pride from his face. "It's good to be appreciated.  Clog always loved that one, too.  One o' me best jokes!"

	Fleabane wiped his nose on his arm. "You're still leaking, Rotty."

	The other weasel stood a little unsteadily and watched his pee spread through the soft fabric and run down his legs. "That's okay.  I really needed to pee anyway." Rotnose let his tail droop between his legs to catch some and closed his eyes in relief. "Ahh, feels good."

	Crosstooth and Fleabane downed their mugs and watched the beast's loincloth sag under the copious urine soaking into it.  His dirty tail hairs matted together while the piss dripped out brown with the day's dirt.

	Long seconds passed before the flood slowed and the other two only looked at a loud fart ripping out from the captain's circle.  Everybody seemed to be in good spirits, especially Rotnose as he finished.

	Rotnose took a deep breath and sat back down with a squelch. "Ung... nothin' feels better than lettin' it go after 'olding it in all day.  Well, almost nothin'." He drained his mug and peered into it hopefully. "I've 'eld that in since I got up.  Hisk didn't give my team any breaks at all t'day.  Heh, maybe I should thank 'im fer that."

	All three laughed again.

***

	The searat Gruzzle spat toward a group of Marshank slavers. "Gah, look at 'em.  Lazy, every one.  Livin' in this 'ere fort's made 'em all soft 'n fat.  Clogg should 'ave let us route 'em."

	"Quit yer grousin', Gruzzle.  I never saw you doin' anythin' different back aboard the Seascarab." Boggs scratched under his tail with an intense look on his face then sighed in relief. "Oh, them fleas itch somethin' fierce at times." He dipped his claws back into his bowl of stew and held up a lump for inspection. "At least the food's better 'ere."

	"Food, pah! What's a ferret know about food? They can't even make Skilly 'n Duff!"

	The other two rats, Growch and Oilback, stayed out of it as they ate their fill.  Though it didn't compare to their life on the waves, Marshank wasn't too bad.  So long as the food kept coming and they weren't expected to work too hard, they were happy enough.

	Boggs rolled his eyes at Gruzzle then turned to Oilback. "I saw one of them pretty slave maids kick your shin, Oily.  Ha, I don't think she liked yer!"

	Oilback tapped his claws on his bowl. "Just wanted a bit of fun.  Grabbed 'er chest I..."

	"There ain't no females around 'ere, either." Gruzzle slurped at his bowl noisily to interrupt. "Not enough, anyways.  I 'aven't seen any but slaves since I got 'ere."

	Growch tugged a long splinter from his foot paw, then used it as a toothpick. "I think I saw one earlier.  She didn't seem 'appy to see me, though."

	The four were quiet for a while, each thinking on that.  They all looked back to the captains as a loud fart echoed around, but that didn't distract them for long.  When the show was over they turned back and stared at their food.

	Growch tossed his toothpick onto the ground. "Not that there were any females on the ship that'd have me, anyways.  Had to do everythin' myself."

	"I likes to paw off, meself." Gruzzle let out an ugly grin. "Nothin' like a good crankin' to really help wind down for the night."

	Boggs nodded in agreement. "Aye, I use my paw too.  You should see the mess I made a slave clean up this mornin'.  All over my fur, bed, and even some on my pillow.  Still got a bit on my chest where that lazy riverdog missed a spot." He scratched at it absently to show them the crusted mass, amidst the other crusted spots in his none too clean fur. "'Ow 'bout you, Oilback?"

	The rat snorted and spat. "Not that it's any of yer business, but... I likes to do me cot." He grinned at the others' blank stares. "You 'eard me.  I lay belly down and 'ump me cot.  It's a saucy tart an' no mistake.  Sometimes I just can't get it to shut up with all that creakin' an' moanin' with each thrust." Oilback laughed and made a squeezing gesture with his paws. "The pillows are mighty fine, too."

	Gruzzle glared. "So that was you keepin' me awake all those months! If I'd of caught you, Cap'n Clogg would've..."

	"Cap'n Clog wouldn't do anything because I'm the best knifebeast aboard, Gruzzle," Oilback drew a dagger and threw it to the ground a hair's width from Gruzzle's tail. "And I've had slit you down the middle had ye tried."

	They all turned to Growch, who shrugged. "I just use me tail."

	"Your tail?" Oilback said it for everybody, his monotone voice fitting their thoughts perfectly.

	"Well, yes.  It's much better than me paws.  Feels real nice, it does."

	Gruzzle snorted. "Yer jokin'! 'Ow do yer get off to yer tail, muck brain? It can't even grip!"

	"Jokin'? Why would I be jokin'?" Growch hopped up and waved his dirty butt and tail in Gruzzle's face. "I don't need to grip with me tail, I grip IT when I stuffs it inside me arse, don't I?"

	Gruzzle and Oilback stared at him slack-jawed while Boggs crossed his arms. "You expect us to believe you use your tail like THAT? Prove it."

	"I don't see why I 'aves to prove what I do when you three don't!" Growch poked Boggs in the chest, then smirked. "Alright, I will.  This way I don't 'ave to wait 'til I get back to me bunk."

	The rat tugged his loincloth off with his back to them and tossed it under the battered old log bench.  Growch crouched down, leaned forward, and lifted his dirty rump at them.  He wasn't at all shy about showing off his sweaty, unwashed body for them or his favorite method of self-pleasure.

	"Enjoyin' the view, matey's?" Growch shifted his tail near the base to fully expose his dank pucker, then playfully pat the smelly ring several times. "There... got meself all warmed up, now for me tail."

	Gruzzle snorted. "Yer can't do much squattin' like that.  'Ow do ye plans to tug yer oar?"

	Oilback sneered. "Shut yer gob an' maybe 'e'll show us."

	Boggs sighed and stayed quiet.  They were all curious about it, especially Oilback and Gruzzle.

	Growch flicked his tail about behind him a few times, then nodded and flicked the end up under itself.  The rat's tail almost looked like a snake strike as it swung up higher seemingly on its own to poke against his dank, sweaty hole.  He grunted at that familiar, intimate touch and sighed happily at his tail shoving right in once it got there.  It only went in an inch or so, but it did go in.

	Boggs leaned closer. "Cor... it really is in there, ain't it?"

	"Huh, barely!" Gruzzle laughed unpleasantly. "Look, it's just comin' right back out."

	"Shaddup, Grumblesnout." Growch didn't even look at them behind him.  He just clenched again and his tail pushed in another inch deeper. "I'm takin' my time with it.  I'm not 'urrying for the likes o' you!"

	Gruzzle crossed his arms unhappily at the remark, but let it drop.  He saw Growch's tail move more smoothly the deeper it sank in and wished he could think of some smart remark about it.  The first few thrusts it slid back out each time, which almost gave him some material, but Growch's sweat and past play let his ass open for it and soon it was deep enough to stay inside each time.  Six inches slipped in after just twenty or so seconds.  Seven, ten, and more disappeared inside shortly after, leaving him and the other two corsairs stunned.

	Growch nodded to himself at his audience's amazed silence, then shifted his foot paws for better support.  His tail was in deep enough to start the real fun.  He took a deep breath and let his tail jerk out fully before it shoved right back in as though somebeast inside him had yanked on it.

	Gruzzle scratched at an itch under his left ear as he watched Growch's tail keep plunging in and out. "How's 'e doin' that?"

	Boggs gnawed on a claw as he watched.  He wondered how the rat did it himself, though even if he had known, he wouldn't have told Gruzzle.  It was a shame his own tail was far too short to use that way.  Judging by Growch's slowly stiffening cock, it had to feel pretty good.

	Growch pressed both paws to the ground so he could thrust his tail in faster.  Two feet of his tail disappeared inside each thrust and he made loud throaty noises from the feelings it gave him.  He pushed one paw to his gut to feel it moving inside, then looked down at his lengthening shaft.

	"Feelin' good so far, mates, an' it's gonna feel even better soon."

	The three corsairs let their attention drift between the plunging tail and Growch's fat cock still growing under his belly.  His position made it hard to make out the exact size, but his erection was plenty fat no matter the length.  It was leaking, too.

	Growch didn't seem to notice the trickle of clear pre-cum dribbling from his tip, but it was hard for the others not to.  Every time his tail jammed back in, the trickle briefly swelled.  With the speed he was plowing himself, the flow constantly ebbed and flowed into a rapidly growing puddle under him.

	After more than a minute of tailing his ass, Growch thrust his hips more vigorously in time to his tail.  His large dick bounced below him, flinging his clear sticky pre all over his chest, chin, and the well-coated ground below.  Had they been able to see it, the wet splotch growing on his belly just above his belly button would have let the others see how large his cock really was.

	Growch panted heavily from arousal and strain, but didn't slow at all.  Pre that didn't get flung off ran down his shaft, over his balls, and soaked into his thigh fur.  Some simply dripped off to make a loud plop into the half inch thick pool under him to keep it growing.

	"Yer makin' quite a mess there, messmate." Boggs twirled a claw in his nostril, the flicked it at Gruzzle. "Quite a mess, mess mate, I said."

	"Yar, I 'eard ya, Boggs, an' if it'd been funny, I'd 'ave laughed." Gruzzle felt too conflicted on whether he liked what he was seeing to give much more of a response.

	Growch wrapped a paw around his cock during the weasel's attempt at humor and thrust his hips into it in time to his tail still working him from behind.  His grip was loose at first, as he was focusing on his tail work, but as his paw teased him, his grip steadily tightened.  The sea rat stopped thrusting his hips entirely when he held himself too tightly and simply shifted to pawing off instead.

	Oilback scratched his own groin through his loincloth. "Looks like quite a lot of work there, Growch."

	Gruzzle clicked his teeth. "Other than that fancy bit with yer tail, how is YER pawin' off different than mine?"

	"'Cause..." Growch's wrist pumped frantically, "I'm..." His legs clenched as he felt his pleasure building rapidly toward the finish. "Nearly..." Pre-cum drooled a steady stream while his tail kept in time to his paw. "THERE!"

	Cum sprayed from his cock like spit from a properly whipped slave.  It had taken less than thirty seconds of his paw for Growch to cum and it took nearly the same amount of time for it to finish.  Jets of semen splattered over the dirt below him and mixed into the puddle he'd already had forming under him.

	The three corsairs watching him looked at each other as the orgasm went on and on.  Their mate's paw went still while his tail kept working his hole and Growch's cock just kept dumping more and more in front of him.  His balls didn't seem like they'd be big enough to make it all, but he was pumping it out all the same.

	Growch's muzzle hung open in satisfied bliss.  His paws dropped to the ground in front of him as he just squat there, letting it all out on the ground under him for them to see.  Some of it splashed onto his foot paws, but most of it spread out between his legs in the ever growing puddle.

	When it finally finished, Growch slumped and let his tail slide out of his ass.  Small brown lumps of waste clung to it along most of its length, along with a coating of damp brown anal slime, but he didn't give it a second thought.  After a few seconds of panting, he stood up and pulled his musky loin cloth back on, then bowed to an appreciative applause from Boggs and Oilback.

	Boggs clapped Growch enthusiastically on the back. "That was a good'n mate!"

	"I ain't never seen nothing like that." Oilback nodded in agreement. "Never seen anybeast as skilled with their tail as yer!"

	"Heh, he's right skilled with his tail, alright." Gruzzle laughed. "All that practice takin' all the big beasts on ship at night I bet.  Maybe 'e even had a slave or to up there to 'elp." The dark looks the others gave him made the rat go on. "If'n 'e likes a tail up there 'e likes a dick up there too, you mark me words!"

	Growch turned away without a word, paused, then took a couple steps closer and whipped his tail around.  The not quite hairless shit smeared tail caught Gruzzle across his chest and curled around the other beast's body to snap against his right buttock with a wet splat.  Boggs and Oilback slapped their knees and laughed.  Growch just sat down, leaving Gruzzle poking at a brown smelly splotch on his vest.

	"Don't like me tail? Fine.  Can ye do anything better, Grumblesnout? I'm sure we'd all be 'appy to see."

	Gruzzle snorted, took a swig from his mug, and stared up at the sky. "'Course I can."

	"Well?" Growch crossed his arms and sat down, completely oblivious to his shit smeared tail dragging over his loincloth and bench. "An' what can ye do that's so much more innerestin'?"

	"I can suck me own cock.  Huh, I don't even need me paws to touch it.  No need for fancy tail tricks, neither."

	Boggs laughed mockingly. "We know you've got a big mouth, Gruzzle, but it ain't THAT big."

	"Oh, it's that big, alright, but I've seen 'im do some work once," Oilback poked Gruzzle in his belly, "an 'e ain't limber enough to do that, matey."

	"Oi am too!"

	Growch flicked the other corsair with his fouled tail again. "Better prove it then, Grumble Gob."

	The cantankerous sea rat hopped to his feet and glared at the others.  He didn't like showing off much, but if they were going to make him, he'd do it.  After a deep breath to calm down, he tugged his ragged breeches and tossed them onto the hard log bench.

	Gruzzle flaunted his half erect dick at them, then bent down to touch his filthy toe claws with his legs stiff and straight.  The other three looked surprised at how smoothly he'd managed that stretch, but less so when he squatted and warmed himself up further.  A pop from his spine when he bent backward brought a smirk of contempt to Oilback's muzzle.

	"See, I said 'e ain't limber."

	"Shaddup or I'll gut ye with yer own knife, Oily." Gruzzle rubbed his spine, then sat back down again with his breeches under him. "Just ye watch, mates.  May'aps ye'll learn somethin'." He caught his cock in his right paw and rubbed himself with a smile. "Soon, ye'll all forget about that silly tail trick and be wishin' ye were me.  Green with envy, that'll be every one o' yer."

	Growch picked his nose disdainfully, then eyed the mass on his claw before flicking it away. "Big words... for such a short rat."

	"Ha!"

	Gruzzle ignored the two laughs.  His cock was only an inch shorter than Growch's and about as thick.  It stiffened fully in his paw despite the mockery and he let go just as Boggs opened his mouth to make another smart remark.  He felt proud about that timing and at the annoyed look on the ferret's face.

	"There, all ready." Gruzzle took a deep breath, then bent forward while arching his back further than the others had expected him to be able.

	His foot paws pressed firmly to the ground for support as he curled forward around himself until his muzzle touched his cocktip.  Gruzzle had to scoot his rump back on the bench to bend down far enough to reach, but he managed with practiced ease.  He didn't even let out a grunt before his cock head slipped through his lips.

	The sea rat gripped under his knees to pull himself down the rest of the way.  His torso contorted sharply as he bent his spine nearly in half.  There was a pop as a vertebrae shifted and Gruzzle let out a sigh of relieved satisfaction.  His cock slipped all the way in until his nose bumped against his fragrant, unwashed balls.

	Boggs sat up stiffly in admiration.  Ferrets were very flexible, but he wasn't sure he could do that to himself if he were to try.  Not without a bit of warming up, anyway.  The rat even managed to pull up and push himself back down again seemingly with ease.

	Gruzzle didn't bother looking at anything but his own balls, thighs, and arms while he sucked himself off.  They were impressed.  He knew they were.  He'd proven that he could get it in and he'd show them that he could finish the job, too.

	The others stared and he bobbed his muzzle up and down his fat dick for them.  It was slow at first since his back had to get used to the stretch, but once that gave way, he really moved.  His paws kept his legs spread to give them the best view he could as he licked and slurped noisily.

	The pungent, musky flavor of his long unwashed member tickled his tongue, while his nose sucked in great snorts of his filthy damp nuts.  Gruzzle enjoyed their unique bouquet every time, but he enjoyed it more while showing off.  It was a shame he couldn't have a slave rim him as well.

	Growch glanced at the others, then back to Gruzzle.  As uncomfortable as the position looked, that rat actually looked like he was enjoying sucking himself.  The noises sounded almost exactly like those of the last oar slave he'd had, only far more enthusiastic.  The oar slave hadn't nuzzled into his balls like Gruzzle was doing for himself, either.

	Oilback shook his head in admiration while Gruzzle just kept going.  The other rat's toes clenched into the packed dirt in apparent pleasure as the male's shaft disappeared time after time.  He dismissed the casual threat from before and simply sat back to watch.  It was an education watching another beast blow himself like that.

	Gruzzle's tail shifted on the ground behind him from his pleasured squirming.  His head moved quickly and he drooled around his cock as he worked.  If they'd thought he was faking his enjoyment, Gruzzle's eager noises told them he wasn't.  Those grunts and that wet slurping were all real and he just kept going.  The three exchanged looks and shared a headshake of disbelief at the cantankerous rat.  Who would have expected it from HIM of all beasts?

	A minute passed while he kept bobbing his head.  A second had his hips bucking against his muzzle with far more snorting and wet noises as Gruzzle swallowed his own pre.  His tail swished back and forth faster on the ground, too.  He just couldn't stop squirming after that.

	Another minute and he was still going, looking more frantic as he kept at it.  Even without trying to hold back, his body took its time in cumming.  He didn't mind.  The longer it lasted, the better it'd feel, and it already felt great.

	The rat huffed loudly for breath from the strain.  His pleasure was close and his fellow crewmates knew it.  They knew when he came as well.  His ears clenched to his head and both feet splayed their toes wide.  Gruzzle swallowed quickly but his cheeks swelled outward with his cum filling them as he couldn't swallow quite fast enough.  Their bulge only lasted around eight seconds before he caught up, but it was enough to let some squirt out around his lips over his balls, belly, and thighs.

	He coughed when he sat relatively straight up again, letting some spatter out onto his lap. "What was it ye said I couldn't do, Growch?"

	Growch shrugged. "I ain't said ye couldn't do it.  I just said ye was short."

	Boggs clapped Gruzzle on the back. "Never seen nobeast do that to 'imself.  You're almost as good as a ferret, mate!"

	"Yar, ye did pretty well there, Gruzzle.  Why don't ye move like that onboard? That was a top notch blowjob and I've enjoyed quite a few." Oilback tapped a claw against his teeth. "'Ow'd you bend so far without 'urtin' nothin'?"

	"That's my secret to know, Oily." Gruzzle ran his claws through his neck fur, basking in the glory. "Maybe someday I'll tell yer."

	"I guess it WAS a pretty good trick." Growch took a drink, glared at his mug, then tossed it to the ground. "Could be even better with a bit of tail play mixed in, but it was still... decent."

***

	"Erg, I think it's my turn." Skalrag belched loudly and pressed a paw against his stomach. "That stew ain't sittin' right in 'ere."

	"Sittin' alright for me." Gurrad pat his own soiled loincloth proudly.

	Skalrag flicked his tail wildly. "I gotta dump this out.  Too bad it sticks in my fur an' pinches somethin' fierce if I do it your way." He slipped a paw into his loincloth and prodded at his tightly clenched anus. "Where's a slave when you want one?"

	"Heh, in the slave pen."

	"Thank you, Hisk, that was very helpful." Skalrag growled, then stopped and sat up. "That does give me an idea, though.  I still need to give that snitch Druwp his reward for the latest slave gossip, such as it was.  I think I finally have somethin' worth exactly as much as his news."

	Hisk sniggered while Gurrad just scratched his head, not getting the joke.  Hisk stopped sniggering a few seconds later when Skalrag told him to go fetch the vole.

	"Aw, why do I gotta get 'im?"

	"I said to, that's why.  I'm in charge of... just go get the vole!"

	Hisk glared at Skalrag for a few seconds, then trudged off.  He could hear the others talking, probably about him, as he left the field to the slave compound.  That fox could get on his nerves sometimes.

	It was only a short walk, but he'd worked himself up into a fine angry mood by the time he opened the locked gate.  Fitful snores and the occasional crying went silent as he entered.  Whispers they thought he couldn't hear mixed with other subtle sounds of cautious slaves doing things they weren't supposed to do, including the sounds of metal hastily being stashed away.  Hisk didn't pay them any attention, though.  He was only there to get what he'd been sent for.

	The weasel headed straight for Druwp's bunk and grabbed the bankvole by the ankle.  Druwp woke to the thump of his back and butt hitting the hard ground after a cruel yank to get him out of bed.  He stared up in terror at Hisk's annoyed face and words failed him.

	Hisk kicked him in the hip. "Gerrup and let's go, slave.  Skalrag wants yer."

	It took another two swift kicks before Druwp was awake enough to think. "But... but, NOW?" He looked fearfully at the other slaves, peering cautiously over at them. "Why?!"

	"'Ow should I know? I'm just doin' what I'm told." Another kick made Druwp roll over, though none of them had been hard enough to damage anything. "Now, on yer feet and lemme get back to me break."

	Druwp stood quickly, then covered his groin with his paws. "I need to get dressed first!"

	"Yer a slave.  Yer've got nothing to care about hiding that everybeast 'asn't already seen." The slave's embarrassment had Hisk feeling a fair bit better.  He wasn't really in a rush to get back to Skalrag.  That fox hadn't said to hurry, after all. "Why don't you ask 'em? Go on, ask that old squirrel if'n 'e's seen it before." When Druwp just stood there, gaping at him, Hisk's whip handle made the bankvole yelp as it struck his back. "Now!"

	Barkjohn looked away as Druwp waddled forward with his paws still covering himself.  The look of fear in the male's eyes was tempered with humiliation.  Druwp looked back at Hisk, then sagged and let his paws fall to his sides.

	"Have you... seen this... before?"

	The older squirrel made himself look.  He could tell Hisk wasn't going to let him get away without seeing it. "Yes."

	It was the only answer he could give.  It was the same answer the next slave gave, as well as the answer the next five gave, including Barkjohn's son, who had to be held back from attacking the weasel.  Hisk prodded the bankvole back to his cot after a few minutes.

	"There, see? Nothin' you need to worry about." Hisk was quite cheerful again.  He was feeling generous, too. "But if yer really needs to, you can put on yer loincloth."

	Druwp stared at his footpaws, then grabbed the clothing and tugged it on.  He was silent as he followed the much less aggressive captain.  The humiliation had left him angry, though it had left him worried, as well.  His meetings with Skalrag were supposed to be in secret.  If the others found out he was that fox's informant, they'd kill him.  The thought that Hisk's little fun may have saved him from that surfaced, but he tried to shove it away.

	He ignored all the other vermin they trudged past.  Skalrag owed him some good food, so at least the night wouldn't be a complete waste.  That fox would have to pay even more for Hisk's mistreatment, too!

	His nerve almost deserted him as the captain came in sight.  They looked entirely too pleased about something.  That was never a good sign.

	"Ah, Druwp.  I trust you're doin' well tonight?"

	"What ya want, Skalrag? It's bad for me to be away right now." Druwp shifted nervously from paw to paw.  He didn't like how they were looking at him. "The others will suspect something."

	"Oh, don't you worry about that.  I just thought you might want your payment for spying on the other slaves early.  I got some nice stuff this time." Skalrag shot the his fellow captain a glare to try and stop Hisk from snickering.

	Druwp crossed his arms across his skinny chest. "Better be wine this time.  Good wine.  I'm risking my tail for you lot."

	"Of course.  Good wine.  Yeah... it was good.  I think you'll be happy with it.  Hisk? Gurrad? Hold him down on the ground."

	The vole tensed, but didn't fight back as the two captains pulled him down. "What're you doing, Skalrag?! We 'ad a deal!"

	"We 'ave a deal, right, an' I'm 'onorin' it." The fox tugged his cape off, then slipped his loincloth off too,  and stepped over the suddenly very fearful slave. "I'm giving you a special reward, ain't I? Exactly as you said, good wine.  Lay 'im a bit flatter... yeah, there." Skalrag looked down with delight at the bankvole's wide eyes. "It was very good when I drank it yesterday.  Much better than today's swill."

	Druwp swallowed hard, opened his mouth, swallowed hard again, and still couldn't get any words out.  He had a very clear view of Skalrag's balls and thighs.  He had an even better view when the fox squatted over him so his balls bumped against Druwp's muzzle.  Skalrag kept eye contact as a he clenched his belly and grunted.

	A fart ripped out, hot and loud and strong enough for the vole to feel blowing over his pelt.  He couldn't hide the look of disgust at the sound or the act itself and saw by the look of satisfaction on Skalrag's face that was just what the fox had wanted.  The odor that followed made him turn his face away, until Gurrad made him look up again.

	"How's the smell, Druwp? All them woodlanders go on about sniffing wine before savoring it.  Go on, take a good long sniff and enjoy."

	Druwp shook his head, trying to breath air that wasn't tainted by the fox's effluence.  The stench made his throat close up for a few seconds, but there was no way to get away from it.  Hisk and Gurrad didn't seem to suffer at all from it as they shared in Skalrag's amusement.

	"You DID enjoy it, didn't you?"

	It took the bankvole a few more seconds to meet his tormentor's gaze again. "N... yes."

	Skalrag lifted a paw to his chest as though embarrassed. "That didn't sound very convincing... Oh, you probably wanted a better view." He stood, turned around, and squatted back down with his ass right over Druwp's face. "Here, I know you gennlebeasts like your meals presented all fancy 'n pretty."

	His anus clenched in, then suddenly bulged out with another hefty honk blasting out.  A brown lump fell out as the gas ran out and landed on the vole's neck.  Skalrag grunted again and an even stronger fart covered Druwp in a foul fetid cloud, making him cough violently while gagging.

	A rumble in Skalrag's belly had the fox grabbing his gut. "Erf, 'ere comes the main course." He groaned in relief a moment later when his anal ring spread open around a stream of thick brown logs. "Enjoy!"

	"Unnn... NO!" Druwp struggled violently against the two captains holding him down when he realized what was about to happen.  Breathing that foul air had been bad, but letting THAT happen was unthinkable! "Stop! This isn't part of the deal! That wasn't wine and that's not food!"

	"It was good food and wine yesterday, slave." Skalrag laughed. "Just what you wanted," he scooted back as the logs of shit landed on Druwp's neck so that the rest fell further down his chest instead, "and certainly more than what that worthless gossip you gave me was worth."

	The mess smelled worse than the gas before it had and its heat and weight kept him from pretending it wasn't there.  Druwp couldn't help watching the foul brown lumps pour out.  The captains wouldn't let him.  They were clearly enjoying it, as was the fox watching his reaction from over his shoulder.

	"You really thought I was going to give you anything for telling me that the slaves were restless?" Skalrag grunted in pleasure as a break in the stream of shit let out another long rattling fart. "Oh, Skalrag, Keyla said a nasty word about Badrang. Oh, Skalrag, that hedgepig dropped her hammer on purpose." He sneered. "That isn't news, slave.  That's slaves being slaves."

	Druwp strained to turn away again, but his muzzle was held firmly in place and even bent up so he could see the growing pile on his chest. "But I did what you asked! I gave you all the news there was!"

	Three inches of brown lumpy waste covered the vole's chest with more still dropping out after the fart.  Fur and undigested vegetables stuck out clearly with the rest just looking like a damp lumpy semi-solid mud.  It was nauseating, but through the disgust, Druwp managed to be shocked that so much of it could come out of such a skinny fox.

	Another fart soon followed before another inch of shit capped the pile, then several more smaller faster ones before Skalrag sighed in bliss and the last log dropped out.  He stood up and watched Druwp lay, no longer even squirming against the paws holding him down.  Tears ran down the bankvole's face, from both the humiliation and the strong odor stinging them.

	Skalrag fitted his cape on, then tugged his loincloth back on. "Oh, yes, that's much better.  I suggest you work harder to get me GOOD information, Druwp.  Next time, you really will eat it.  Give it a lick.  I want to make sure you know what you're getting."

	Druwp shook his head.  He couldn't take the idea of actually tasting it, let alone eating it. "I'll do better, Lord Skalrag! I promise!"

	The two other captains looked at Skalrag, who shrugged, and let go of the vole's arms and shoulders.  Druwp stood up quickly, but that made the shit slide down his chest, over his belly, and down along his thighs.  It splattered onto his feet, leaving him even filthier than he had been when Skalrag left him.

	The fox snorted in amusement while his companions openly laughed in delight. "Go back to the slave compound, Druwp, and get back to spying.  Tell the guards that you're not to be allowed any water to clean up tonight.  I want you dirty just like this so all the other slaves see how worthless you are."

	Druwp stared at the ground, shaking in humiliation. "Yes... sir."

	There wasn't even anger anymore.  He'd thought what Hisk had done was bad, but he'd have happily kept going had it kept him away from Skalrag.  How could he have trusted that awful fox to keep his word?

	Druwp trudged off unescorted, still stained and reeking of shit.

***

	The night wound down slowly for the guards and their fellow hordebeasts.  Watching the captains humiliate Druwp had been fun, but it hadn't lasted nearly as long as some would have liked.  All around the mess yard, muzzles gaped in yawns and eyes drooped from boredom.  Food, drink, and gossip could only occupy them for so long and with nothing else to do in Marshank at night, there was no point in going anywhere else.

	Even the captains found themselves nodding off.  They hadn't been invited to join Badrang an' Cap'n Clogg, so they were no better off than the rank and file.  The sound of Hisk's tankard dropping to the floor brought Skalrag out of his own stupor.

	He angrily shook his head to wake up more, mumbling to himself. "Nnn... can't go noddin' off like that." It didn't take much nudging to get Gurrad to be more alert, but it took several elbows to Hisk to get him to rouse fully. "We gotta get some sort of ennertainment goin'."

	"Huh? Like what?" Gurrad gazed at the bored looking beasts sitting around the field. "Why?"

	"Because I want somethin' to do other than sit here starin' at you two and all those idiots." The fox's tail flicked behind him as he tried to think of something. "I know this is unlikely, but any ideas?"

	Hisk snorted. "You may as well ask a brick."

	Gurrad jerked around to glare at the weasel. "Oh, and what about you? You got any bright ideas to get this lot 'appy?"

	Skalrag smirked. "Yes, Hisk.  Do tell."

	The weasel crossed his arms and yawned broadly in their faces. "Gamblin'."

	"Nah, they did that last night." Skalrag looked up into the starry sky. "I don't know about you two, but I want sex." He paused as the idea sank into the other two's thick heads. "I bet THEY want sex, too."

	Hisk sighed. "I'm sure they do, but there ain't enough maids to go 'round in all of Marshank."

	"There only really needs to be one." Skalrag grinned and nudged Gurrad. "I recall a slave by the name of Tullgrew.  She's an otter, I think.  Go back to the slave pen and bring 'er 'ere."

	"Why should I do it? Make Hisk do it again."

	Both the other captains sighed and spoke at the same time. "Just do it, Gurrad."

	Skalrag called out after the rat as he trudged off. "And let 'er put 'er clothes on.  It'll be more fun."

	Gurrad heard Hisk asking why he'd want to let her get dressed, but he didn't slow to listen.  Despite his grumbles, he was glad to have something to do finally and even a trip to the slave pens was better than sitting there bored much longer.

	Gurrad pushed past the nearly sleeping gate guards and looked around.  There were plenty of slaves resting in straw cots and he had no idea which of the many slaves was Tullgrew.  Slaves didn't need names too often in his mind and he never needed to learn them anyway.  They were there to work and to amuse, but as his gaze took in the heavy dinged up cauldron they could heat their water in, he figured out how to both find the right slave and amuse himself at the same time.

***

	The loud bong made almost all of the slaves jerk up in their straw cots with their ears ringing.  Those who managed to sleep through the first woke to the next several as the rat rapped the heavy iron cauldron with the handle of his sword.  Their moans and groans were drowned out by the metallic din, but their expressions as they came out weren't.

	Gurrad kept beating the cauldron until he judged all the slaves were out. "Which of you lot is Tullgrew?"

	The otter maid shivered at the question, but with so many looking back to her questioningly, there was really no hiding.  She reluctantly pushed through the milling slaves to the front.  Gurrad eyed her when she asked what he wanted.

	"Yer to come with me to the mess yard.  Skalrag wants a word."

	"No!" The otter Keyla moved next to her. "We're off for the night and you're not allowed to make us do anything other than rest."

	Tullgrew's eyes went wide at the refusal, but she was gladdened by the support.  Gurrad stared at the other otter as though debating what to do with him, then simply ignored him and told Tullgrew to get dressed.  The otter maid hesitated a few seconds, then pushed back to her cot to slip into her standard dress clothes.  She didn't want Keyla to be hurt.

	"It's okay, Keyla." Tullgrew tugged her ragged night dress off and dug out her equally ragged work smock.  She was naked under the simple nightgown, not even wearing a loincloth for comfort during sleep.  The female slaves weren't given loincloths and she was dressed by slipping her smock on over her head and down her bare chest and hips.

	None of the other slaves looked while she dressed, but Gurrad did.  He leaned a bit so the other slaves could see that he was watching.  Their irritation grew in impotent fury, making him happier and encouraging him.

	"Don't forget yer bonnet, slave." He chortled at the sharp glare it drew from Tullgrew.

	"What do they want, anyway?" Keyla prodded Gurrad in the chest. "Why now of all times?"

	The rat jabbed the handle of his sword into Keyla's belly, winding him. "No touching without permission, slave! I should 'ave yer whipped for that, but lucky for you, I ain't got time to deal with you now."

	Tullgrew hurried back with her bonnet like cap on before Keyla could get hurt even worse. "I'm ready."

	"I'll have to see that'n gets some extra work tomorrow, may'ap the rest of you with 'im." Gurrad laughed at the angry glares as two other slaves helped the doubled over Keyla back to his feet.  He stared them down haughtily for several seconds, then caught Tullgrew by the wrist and turned about to leave. "Let's go, riverdog.  Skalrag's expectin' you."

	Tullgrew looked back at Keyla, but didn't fight being lead off. "What does he want at this hour?"

	"Jus' keep marchin' an' you'll find out when we get there."

	The otter's nose told her something bad was going on, or had already happened.  She moved further in front of Gurrad to try not to smell it.  Behind them, the slave compound descended into whispers of speculation.

***

	The horde of vermin looked right at Tullgrew when she entered the mess yard.  Their bored faces seemed to grow more interested at her presence.  Those few that were talking shut up quickly and watched Gurrad march her over to the other captains.

	Tullgrew thumped her rudder to the ground nervously a few times as Skalrag and Hisk both looked haughtily over her. "Um... you wanted me... sirs?"

	Skalrag grinned suddenly and nudged Hisk. "Sirs, she said.  Isn't she a good'n?"

	Hisk nodded. "Certainly knows 'ow to address 'er betters."

	Gurrad joined the other two, smiling. "Didn't even put up a fight or complaint."

	"That's very good." Skalrag flicked his tail, then stood up and spoke to all in a loud voice. "The entertainment has arrived! We'll use 'er first to break 'er in, then you lot can stuff 'er 'oles 'owever you like." He sat back down and smiled at her. "You're going to pleasure us all.  Mouth, cunt, arse, we can enjoy any of you we want.  Which do you think I'd like first, Tullgrew?"

	Tullgrew's eyes were wide from shock, but she recovered quickly enough at the question. "Nothing! I would never pleasure any of you in any way!" The otter crossed her arms and glared. "The very IDEA of touching somebeast in that manner is disgusting!"

	Skalrag walked over to her and pressed his muzzle to her's. "What's wrong with us... vermin, as you call us?" He laughed. "How could you be so cruel as to demean us so? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with anybeast here? Go on, tell me what's wrong with vermin? Do feel free to speak, Tullgrew.  We're all ears."

	"You are as filthy as you are ugly and cruel and I'm never touching a vermin intimately even if I somehow felt SOMETHING for one such as you!" She pointed all around. "The slaves can't even stand cleaning up after you lot.  Everything is soiled or crusted in something or worse.  You're all filthy beasts that wouldn't know clean if it beat you with a whip!"

	"Hoi, Tullgrew!" Gurrad pat his heavily filled loincloth.  Tullgrew had to notice what she'd been ignoring since he'd come to get her, the sagging damp mass weighing it down in the back.  She made a face as he tugged it down and threw it next to her. "There's somethin' lovely for you to clean."

	"Eww! That's awful!" Tullgrew clapped a paw to her nose and backed away from it. "The stench!"

	The rat nodded proudly, enjoying Tullgrew's raw disgust. "Scrub it up nice for me.  I expect it to be sparklin' clean by tomorrow."

	"I'm goin' next, mates!" Pushing his way to the front of the hordebeasts, Rotnose pat his own soggy loincloth to draw Tullgrew's attention to its dripping fabric. "'Ere, miss prissy paws, I wants this washed by the morrow too."

	The ottermaid managed to take her eyes off of Gurrad's shit filled loincloth at her feet in time to see Rotnose sliding his own soiled set down his legs.  She was glad it wasn't filled with the same foul brown mass like the first, but when he threw it down so it landed by the edge of Gurrad's, it may as well have been.  The wet splat made a bit of the scat ooze out onto the ground.  She scooted her foot away as though it was fire, much to the enjoyment of her audience.

	A strong scent of urine wafted up, mixed with the acrid tang from the rat's mess, making her gag.  There was no mistaking what had been soaking that loincloth.  Rotnose sniggered at her reaction.

	"Go on, give 'em a good sniff and savor the sweet musky scent!" He winked at his fellows. "I do 'opes you enjoy it."

	Tullgrew's opinion of the vermin didn't improve as the crowd laughed at the weasel's wit.  The odor was appalling and both beasts looked proud of it! Badrang's horde were the most vile creatures she had ever seen and they just got worse as the next stepped up, already rubbing his loincloth.

	Growch shoved the smaller beast out of the way to go next himself. "I got somethin' extra for yer pretty paws to clean up, slave.  Look 'ere." The rat turned and bent over with his tail up high.  Tullgrew had a clear view of the shit smeared all over his tail and really wished she didn't.  She forgot about his tail, though, when a hiss of gas blew out from under it.  A sound that turned into a loud sputtering plarp of a fart. "Ha, that ain't it! Just you wait a second and watch, ung... 'ere it comes!"

	Growch squatted quickly and bent further, putting his paws on the ground for support just as a massive fart put the first to shame.  It trumpeted loudly for a few seconds before turning into a squeak.  Another came quickly after, longer and followed by a pungent odor and sick wet sound.  Tullgrew winced and half closed her eyes, not wanting to see the bulge suddenly growing in the back.

	Gurrad gently nudged her muzzle back to the scene when she turned away, just in time for her to see more weight drop to Growch's loincloth and another bulge taking its place.  The ottermaid watched the scene in disgust at first, but as another log dropped along with another two, and more to follow, her eyes went wide with shock.  How could any beast his size release so much crap at once?

	The mass of shit filling Growch's loincloth made it sag further and further until it slid down a couple inches in the back, giving Tullgrew a clear view of the top of the next turd pushing out.  It dropped down with the rest.  The look of pleasure on the rat's face was as horrible and disgusting to her as the act itself.

	Skalrag moved next to her to watch, then put a paw on her shoulder. "Growch 'ere is a champion crapper, you know? He can out shit anyone 'ere and can crap more than a full-grown Badger." Growch proudly grunted and strained for emphasis at hearing that praise as Skalrag pushed Tullgrew a little closer. "Just watch that rat drop 'em."

	Tullgrew pulled back against the fox's grip, even a couple meters away felt too close to her.  Growch's loincloth bulged wider and wider as shit kept sliding out.  Farts and grunts punctuated most of them, followed by a splat, wet or otherwise.  They were all long and thick turds, covered in lumps and partially digested bits of whatever he had eaten.  The stench was overwhelming, but all the vermin around her didn't seem to mind.

	Skalrag enjoyed her whimpers at having to smell it. "We don't get to take breaks a lot keeping you slaves in line.  We don't 'ave time to use the latrine, so we just soil ourselves." He chuckled nastily. "O'course, sometimes we just does it because we wants to.  It's rather pleasant lettin' it go wherever you want."

	Growch let out a long steamer of gas and hung his head panting.  His loincloth hung heavily between his legs and bulged alarmingly.  The shit he had pumped into it had turned the entire backside of it brown with the logs wetting the fabric within.  Many were clearly outlined near the top with the rest mashed together at the bottom from the weight of it all.

	"'Ere comes... oh..." The rat didn't get to finish before his words turned into a loud groan.

	Growch's filthy pucker bulged outward after another log.  For almost two seconds, nothing happened, then it swelled further and gaped.  A massive turd, nearly three inches wide, slid forcefully out and dropped down into the rest.  There was no break to the flow while he pushed it out.  It was one solid mass that pushed his loincloth down to his under its weight until the loincloth sagged past his knees.

	When it finally stopped, after more than twelve inches of steady girth, some of the other hordebeasts cheered.  Tullgrew wasn't too surprised to hear compliments on the impressive load he'd dropped along with the cheering.  She wished that the vermin wouldn't live up to and beyond her expectations.  How could they find entertainment in such disgusting acts?

	Growch stood up, having to stand bow legged to not spill anything and untied his loincloth.  It slid the rest of the way down his legs and he didn't seem to mind the shit stains along his thigh fur.  The rat picked it up and proudly walked over to the ottermaid.  He kept his eyes on hers for a few seconds, then let it drop down next to the other two loincloths next to her.  Tullgrew followed his gaze and winced at the awful damp sticky splat it made.  The shit settling within made further subtle sticky noises before the loincloth went still.

	"That's the dump of a real male beast, riverdog." Growch kept his eyes on hers as he spoke and there were calls of agreement from other vermin around them. "I 'opes you enjoy cleanin' it up for me."

	He flicked his filth-covered tail at her and turned around without another word back to his group.  Tullgrew stared at the mound of shit spilling out.  She couldn't understand how so much had even fit inside him.  The disgust of watching it come out and the anger at being forced to see him do it pushed that concern away, though.  She was done.  They only wanted to humiliate her and amuse themselves.  Tullgrew turned and walked away from the captains toward the slave compound.  She was done.

	Skalrag was beside her before she was four paces away, with his paw roughly grasping her wrist. "Now where do you think you're going, Tullgrew?"

	The ottermaid jerked her arm, failing to break his grip. "I'm leaving.  I've seen more than enough of your... sport and I'm done being humiliated for your entertainment!" She nodded back at the disgusting loincloths drawing flies where she'd been. "You lot can wash all that yourselves, aye, and you can enjoy it, since you like filth so much!"

	Skalrag laughed nastily and pushed his snout to hers, enjoying her flinch. "You'll go when I say you can go, slave.  We aren't done with you yet."

	Tullgrew's rudder thumped the ground as she tried to pull away harder.  A footpaw stepped on it from behind before she could try swinging it and a blade tickled her back.  She couldn't see who it was, as she didn't dare turn, but she was terrified of what the fox had planned.  All of the slaves had seen Druwp when he'd returned.  They could just as easily do it to her.

	With the threat of a blade at her back, Tullgrew let herself be taken to the center of the mess yard, between the three main groups, and stared with as much bravado as she could muster at Skalrag.  He looked far too pleased with himself.  She found out why when Skalrag cupped her breasts through the smock.

	Vermin all around her sniggered and leaned closer.  Their expressions weren't of amusement anymore.  The lustful anticipation on their faces was horrific and it only got worse when Skalrag rubbed over her nipples through the fabric.

	"You want to take this off yourself, slave? They might like a little striptease." He waited only a couple seconds to enjoy her expression before dropping his paws to the base of her smock.  With an evil laugh, he roughly yanked the hem up so that her breasts were fully exposed and her head was trapped inside her clothing. "But I think this will be more to their likin'."

	Tullgrew grasped at her smock, trying to pull it back down while the hordebeasts laughed around her.  Her fighting to keep it on made her softly furred breasts swing and shift for them.  That it kept her from seeing their leering faces didn't make it any better.  She could still hear as well as smell them.  Lacking sight made it all the more scary.

	Having it pulled up instead of simply off was also more humiliating, as it gave the fox complete control over her.  When she tried to pull it off instead of back down, he grabbed the neckline and held it in place instead.  When she tried to pull it down, he let go and pulled back up.  It was a popular game with everybeast watching.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she couldn't get it off or down and had no idea what the others were doing anymore.

	A paw cupped her breast, followed by a thunk and an curse. "Not yet, addle brain.  Wait 'til I'm done!"

	Skalrag spun the ottermaid about a few times, completely disorienting her as she let her paws jerk up to her breasts to protect and hide them.  Her tail squeezed tightly against her butt.  Once she realized they could see her groin as well, she covered it with her other paw.

	The fox finally pulled the smock fully off and threw it behind him carelessly.  He left her standing in just her rumpled bonnet for several seconds, before snatching that off as well.  She stared at him in bewildered embarrassment, covering herself as best she could.

	Skalrag paced around her, openly ogling her bare body. "You won't be needin' any o' that pretty clothing, Tullgrew.  You don't need it, anyway.  She looks right nice, don't she?"

	"She does, for a riverdog."

	"Chest's a bit small, ain't it?"

	"Them hips are wide enough for me."

	"Wha'd'ya mean wide? Those are scrawny if I ever seen 'em."

	"Lift that tail up.  I likes to see under 'em when I'm browsin' some cheap meat."

	Laugher mixed with the comments.  Some liked her whilst others found some flaws, real or otherwise.  Their discussions of her features humiliated Tullgrew deeply.  Her body was torn apart verbally as they debated and Skalrag let it happen.  Her self-image tarnished as they spoke and he could see it on her face as she listened to them.  The humiliation slowly shifted to anger as she realized what he was doing and she glared at him.

	"What exactly is going on, Skalrag?" Tullgrew turned away from him, but he just stepped back in front of her. "Why are you doing this?!"

	Skalrag snorted. "You look even better when you're angry." There was more laughter until he held up a paw for silence. "We're just 'avin' some fun.  Even us VERMIN need to 'ave fun.  An' since your 'ere, you get to be that fun.  Our yielding fleshy fun, right mates?"

	Tullgrew looked back at the faces of all those beasts around her.  That look of lust she'd seen was still there, only much more threatening since she realized what they intended to do.  Her paws clenched more tightly over her breasts and groin and she backed away from the horrible fox.  Her obvious discomfort made several of them adjust their loincloths in anticipation.  A few simply took theirs off.

	Skalrag darted behind her easily and wrapped his left arm around her chest and its protectively covering right arm.  Tullgrew shrieked at the fox's hard body pressing against hers, but he didn't do anything.  She calmed down after several seconds and glared back at him, only to feel him brush along her smooth head fur and down her side with his own right paw.

	He pet her belly with it, then back up to her ears, keeping her full attention on that paw until she watched it closely enough.  When he thought it was right, he lowered it down to his hips and tugged at his loin cloth.  Skalrag stepped to the side a bit just to make sure she could see what he was doing and pulled that intimate covering down enough to expose his surprisingly large cock and heavy balls below.  He was fully erect for her and she knew it.

	"I bet you've never 'ad a fox before." Skalrag had to scoot up tight and squeeze hard to hold onto her as she fought him violently again in response. "I've 'ad an otter before though.  Nice and slick when they're worked right.  Why fight so 'ard?" Tullgrew opened her muzzle to speak only to shut it again instantly.  Skalrag's free paw roughly pushed her left paw away from her pussy as he stuffed two fingers right into her nearly dry cleft. "Maybe you ain't been worked right.  Is that it? Well, 'ere, 'ow's this?

	"Stop!" Tears welled up quickly in the otter's eyes to join the small streaks the earlier game had left. "Please, no!"

	"Give it to 'er good, Cap'n."

	"Show that riverdog 'ow a fox can do it."

	"Heh, bless 'er 'eart.  They always says no when they means yes, don't they?"

	Tullgrew kicked back at her abuser, but the fingers didn't come out.  Skalrag spread them apart and pressed deeper, then simply pushed them together and rubbed in a circle around her unwelcoming cunt.  He scooted his hips up closer still until his hot member pressed under her tail.  She stiffened and clenched her buttocks, but he didn't do much threatening with it.  Skalrag just thrust up along the crease in time to his fingers pumping her pussy, dry humping her steadily while his shaft slowly filled out against her.

	The fox tugged on her ear with his lips briefly. "Slaves don't normally do much for me, Tullgrew, but you'll do for tonight."

	Tullgrew shook her head no, but hungry, poorly rested, humiliated, and scared, she couldn't break his grip.  Her feeble kicks were easily ignored and even her free left arm did nothing significant when she pulled at his hand or tried to elbow his side.  At least it made Skalrag shift his position slightly so her elbow was partially blocked by his arm.  What little wiggle room it gained her didn't appear to help and while she fought as well as she could, it gained her nothing.

	Struggling only made her feel his awful arousal swelling against her flanks more clearly.  That fleshy heat tightly grinding along her crevice was especially unpleasant, yet distracting, with his fingers still plunging in and out of her pussy.  A strong sense of betrayal and shame filled her when she realized her body was responding to him.

	"Yer gettin' wetter, Tullgrew.  I bet you'd be soaked by now if I was stuffin' my dick up yer pussy." Her shudder at the thought encouraged him. "Right up to the base, feelin' your cunt squishin' around it, and feelin' 'ow 'ard you made me." Skalrag ground his cock more firmly against her, letting his occasional bead of pre ease the friction as he too grew more excited. "Maybe you'd even like to rim me.  You look like the type of slave who loves to eat her master's ass out just to get him to fuck her."

	He kept talking to her, suggesting further degrading acts while forcibly pleasuring her.  His fingers plunged into her pussy faster, with his thumb joining in to bump against her clitoris on occasion.  Skalrag's pre continued to leak out, something she found better to pay attention to than what he was saying and doing.  The fox had pumped out enough for each thrust to make a wet squishing that rivaled the one from his fingers in her pussy.

	More tears ran down Tullgrew's cheeks.  She hate him.  She hated herself.  She hated all the vermin watching her and groping themselves as though they were about to molest her along with Skalrag.  Her pussy tingled with the unwanted pleasure.  It was slow growing, but it really was growing.  She'd been beaten by Skalrag in the past, but he was forcing her to feel good and somehow making it feel worse than the beatings.  Knowing he was getting some pleasure out of it grinding against her made it even sicker in her mind.  That didn't stop her body from giving in at all.

	"That nub is feelin' really 'ard now, Tullgrew.  I bet you're close.  Go on, show everybeast 'ow much you're enjoyin' it." He sniggered into her ear. "If you ask nicely, I'll let you suck me off in return."

	There were a few chuckles at that, but most of the hordebeasts were paying more attention to Tullgrew and themselves.  Through her tears, the ottermaid could see a few had even given up subtly groping themselves to openly masturbate to the scene instead.  Their eyes were locked on her groin and the soft labia spread open around Skalrag's fingers.  Her stiff clitoris and fluid dripping out around the plunging digits gave them a clear view of her arousal.  She fought it, but she couldn't stop it.

	Tullgrew's eyes clenched shut as the orgasm hit.  The unwanted pleasure made her pelt ripple from the muscles clenching underneath.  Even her rudder flexed in response to that peak, clenching firmly around Skalrag as though he were a lover.  She hated her tail for that, hated him for that.  Her wet cunt dribbled onto the ground below with each clench of her pussy around his fingers.

	The hordebeasts were reasonably quiet during the show, not wanting to interrupt the captain's fun.  They enjoyed seeing her squirm and buck into his ministrations though, and were amused by the look of self-loathing on her face when she came down and slumped forward.  Not a male beast in the mess yard was soft after watching her cum.

	Skalrag felt her pussy loosen its grip and let go of her.  His fingers slipped out of her cunt as she stumbled away from him and Tullgrew yelped in surprise when he shoved her to the ground before she was out of reach.  The ottermaid looked back to him in surprise just in time to watch the fox sniffing her musky feminine fluids coating the two fingers he'd violated her with.

	Skalrag saw her watching and took a long lick from paw to claw to taste her sexual leavings.  His ears flicked at the angry growl that rumbled in her throat.  She was still too busy catching her breath to make any remarks, but he was sure she wanted to.  Her expression of impotent hatred on her face told him that much.  The night had turned out much more enjoyable than he'd expected.

	She glared openly at him, pushing herself up onto all fours.  He'd humiliated her, violated her, and disgusted her.  They'd probably force her to clean up their filth too.  Her body still burned with the embarrassment and self-loathing that came with the forced orgasm.  She had to say something, but just what wouldn't form in her mind.  The vermin couldn't get away without even a threat!

	Skalrag leaned over her, radiating fake concern. "Why Tullgrew, is somethin' wrong?" He rubbed his erection so that a spurt of vulpine pre landed on her muzzle. "You weren't done yet?"

	The ottermaid sat back down the moment the pre hit her. "You are all horrible beasts! You'll pay for this cruelty.  I'll make sure of that! Someday, we'll kill you all and you won't hurt anybeast ever again." She hugged herself tightly as though to protect herself from their lustful gazes. "You'll pay for everything!"

	Raucous laughter greeted her empty threats.  She tried to make herself smaller at the sound.  Skalrag grabbed her wrist and hauled her to her feet.

	"You are a slave, Tullgrew.  THEY are slaves.  You exist to make us all 'appy and to do what you are told." He pushed his muzzle nose to nose with hers, speaking darkly. "If you are told to clean shit and piss from our clothes, you do it.  If you are told to lick something, you lick it.  You 'ave no choice.  You 'ave no worth other than what we give to you.  You can be replaced.  I could kill you now and Lord Badrang wouldn't bat an eye.  None of you slaves will kill anybeast.  You are ours until the day you die." He turned away and smiled around him at the rest of the vermin. "So, who's ready for more fun? We've got a nice slave 'ere to service us and I think we should use 'er!"

	The cheers of agreement made those on guard duty around Marshank look to the mess yard.
