The price of Freedom [Final Fantasy XIII, m/f, rape, execution, decapitation, non-con]

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. For the roughly ten thousandth time Fang kept cursing herself. How could she have been so stupid? The plan had been simple: Get in, hit the transport, and get out before they even noticed. But their intel had been dodgy and there were way more soldiers than expected, yet Fang had insisted they continue instead of retreating.

The transport and the weapons it held had been destroyed all right, but they also had lost several fighters, good men and women, and Fang had stayed behind to cover everyone's escape, part of her hoping she'd die fighting for her freedom.

Instead she'd gotten captured, and for her 'crime of treasonous rebellion' there was only one verdict: Death by decapitation.

Fang had long stopped fearing death, and she was fully ready to give her life for what she thought was right; more than anything her impending death pissed her off, because she wouldn't see the rebellion succeed and the tyrant get her upcoming. Plus, right now, the wait was killing her.

As a guard opened the door and entered her cell, Fang looked up. “Is it finally time? Can we get this over with?”

The man shook his head “You get to live a few hours longer. Right now it's time to have some fun.” Before Fang could react, he closed one hand around her neck to pull her up and slam her against the wall, then started forcefully kissing her, his tongue intruding into her mouth, carrying the taste of meat and alcohol.

However before Fang had the chance to gather herself and maybe try to bite off his tongue the man already pulled back and instead started groping her breasts, roughly squeezing them through the thin fabric of the shirt that was the only thing she was wearing. “Those are some pretty hot tits, it's a shame you're rebel scum, you would have made a beautiful wife.”

“If I were your wife I'd rather be decapitated.”

“You do not talk back to me like that!” Fang saw the man's hand coming towards her face from a mile away and effortlessly parried it with her arm – only to be hit in the stomach by the other fist split seconds later, doubling over in pain and gasping for breath. As he slapped her again for good measure then threw her onto what passed as her bed, Fang grit her teeth and muttered a curse; normally she would have caught the second attack too, but her imprisonment had clearly taken a toll on her.

The beatings, cold, lack of proper food and only a board chained to the wall to sleep on had sapped enough of Fang's strength to make her next to defenseless; in peak condition she would have made mincemeat out of a guy like that with one hand tied behind her back, but now she wasn't even strong enough to stop the man from grabbing her shirt and tearing apart the flimsy fabric, baring her breasts and crotch.

“Hot damn!” The man let out a whistle, leering at her. “Seriously, what a waste.” He squeezed Fang's breasts with both hands, but she managed to push his arms away, shooting a hateful glare at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, I'd much rather be fucking you.” The man grinned and nestled at his trousers, pulling out his erect penis, but as he approached her, Fang quickly drew up her legs then kicked, hitting him in the stomach with both feet and sending him stumbling against the wall with a grunt, almost falling right on his ass.

Maybe she had a chance after all. Fang got off the 'bed' to take a better defensive stance, but the man just growled angrily and didn't even bother striking, instead just straight running into her with his shoulder first and smashing Fang's back against the hard stone wall, then grabbing her hair and throwing her onto the bed once more.

He moved to strike her again and even lying on her back Fang deflected the first two attacks, but the third time the man's fist hit her jaw, followed by another to her cheek, and by the time her head cleared, he was already on top of her, forcing her legs apart...

“No! Don't-” Fang let out a scream as the man entered her and started rhythmically thrusting, but after a few moments her willpower surged again and she began raking her fingernails across his face, and continued clawing at him as he first brought up his arms, then repeatedly struck her face with one hand, guarding with the other.

After several punches that left her lip split open in at least two places and her nose bleeding, the man suddenly laid both of his hands around Fang's neck and started choking her with all his might, leaning most of his weight into his hands as he continued violating her. Fang's vision was swimming and her head started throbbing, yet she continued trying to fight, but when dark spots began appearing in front of her eyes she slowly felt the strength leave her arms, weakly dropping to the side.

The man released his hands and Fang gasped for air, drawing in long, greedy breaths, but she didn't dare resist again, instead just lying as still as she could, forcing her body to react as little as possible, and hoping he would be done soon.

After a few minutes the man's breath intensified and he sped up his movements, then paused with a series of grunts and Fang vaguely sensed something warm and sticky spreading inside her. As he withdrew his limp penis, she could feel bits of his semen and other fluids dripping out of her sex and had to stop herself from gagging in revulsion. She felt violated and dirty.

“Not bad.” The man closed his trousers again and grinned down at Fang. “But not tight enough for my taste. You probably had a lot of men before that, didn't you, slut?”

Actually it had been mostly women, and only a small handful. “Probably your pathetic dick is just too tiny to properly fill a woman.”

Fang braced herself, covering her face with her forearms as the man raised his fists once more, but after only a handful rather halfhearted punches he gave up, ostensibly having used up most of his energy already. The man opened the door to the rowdy talk and laughter of several more guards. Well of course they'd be watching something like this. Sick assholes.

“Alright, guys, who's up next?” What? More of them- The next guard entered the cell, already parading his erection in front of him. “Ignore that idiot, we all know he's totally tiny. Let me show you what a real man feels like.” He forced himself over her, but Fang hardly had the strength to move anymore, much less put up a real fight as he invaded her and started pounding. Please... No more...

***

After all the guards were done with her, Fang was left lying on the floor sticky with cum, bruised all over, her pussy feeling raw and painful and her mind half blanked out into a haze, so she only barely registered the cell door opening and the chief warden entering the room.

“Seriously, guys?” He asked “Do you have to do this every time? You could just ask and we'd have a whore sent to you.”

“But those aren't nearly as good.” One of Fang's tormentors replied. “And I mean, look at her, we just couldn't resist.”

“You never can resist.” The warden sounded like he'd had this conversation hundreds of times before. “Get her... 'presentable' isn't really an option... cleaned up at least.”

A few moments later there was the sound of footsteps approaching, and Fang was called back to her senses by a bucket of cold water splashing over her, followed by almost scalding hot water, followed up by more ice water, leaving her remotely 'clean' as well as drenched and shivering.

Two guards grabbed Fang's arms to pull her up and roughly dried her off with a smelly towel before dragging her after them. As she stumbled along, slowly Fang's pride awakened, and she steadied her step and walked as upright as her ravaged body would allow her, deciding, if nothing else, she would face her death with dignity.

The guards marched her into the courtyard, and as they stepped through the door Fang was momentarily blinded by the white clouds filling the sky, spreading the sunlight everywhere. There was a crowd gathered of course, and she could hear them shouting, but Fang didn't look at them, fearing that she might not be able to keep her composure then. Instead she placed one foot in front of the other, walking towards the wooden block that would for her be the ultimate end of the road to freedom.

As she came to a stop in front of the block, one guard offered Fang a blindfold, but she refused, and he just shrugged before pushing her to her knees and forcing her head onto the block, the wood marred by countless cuts and dyed dark with blood. Someone was reading a list of her – alleged – crimes, but Fang wasn't even listening, it took all of her concentration to fight her body's instinctual fear of death and not panic, it wouldn't do any good anyways.

She heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a decidedly female shape stop besides her, dragging a large axe after her. Fang didn't even want to see the face of the woman that was about to kill her, so with a slow, deliberate breath she returned her gaze to the ground, similarly stained with huge splatters of dried blood, wondering just how many heads this place had seen rolling through the dirt, and how many more it would before Fang's brothers- and sisters-in-arms finally ended the tyrant.

The listing of her 'crimes' ended and utter silence fell over the courtyard, Fang's own heartbeat in her ears like thunder as she waited for the blade to fall. However instead after several moments, Fang sensed a movement behind her, then someone slapped her ass, and a bit of liquid dripped on it, a pair of fingers starting to spread it over her pussy. Really? Hadn't the guards had enough already? Were they really going to rape her in front of the crowd just to humiliate her even more?

Fang clenched her teeth, trying to brace herself, but instead of a dick, the two fingers only briefly pushed inside her a little before pulling back. But then a hand held apart her cheeks and another spread what probably was spit over her asshole before probing it with a single finger. No, they wouldn't... Fang felt the tip of an erect penis press against her anus. “No! Please- Aaah!”

She couldn't stop herself from screaming as with a forceful push the man invaded her behind, ramming his penis deep inside her. The sudden pain made her buck and try to get away, but two other guards held her down at the shoulders, forcing her head back onto the block as the pain made Fang tear up and the crowd burst into laughter and cheers. Sick bastards; why the hell was she giving her life for these people's freedom anyways?

Fang tried to control herself, but as the man started thrusting inside her, first slowly but quickly picking up speed, brutally violating her ass, the pain and humiliation were just too much and she started sobbing, then outright crying, with the occasional scream of pain when her tormentor pushed especially deep, sending another surge of pure pain over her.

There was a bit of liquid running down from her ass and over her pussy before dripping to the floor, blood most likely, and her entire backside felt like it was on fire. Yet the man continued ravaging her, intruding ever deeper into her rectum. Would they just kill her already?

Over the noise of the crowd and the pain flooding her, Fang vaguely heard someone behind her say something, then the executrix that had been standing beside her almost motionless like a statue shifted and there was a whooshing sound and Fang reflexively tried to turn her hea-

Thunk.

Suddenly Fang was falling forward as her vision started tumbling and she saw the ground and the sky and the ground and the sky and she hit the ground, the sideways executioner's block filling most of her view. Fang couldn't feel her body anymore when someone grabbed her hair to pick her up, and oh, right, there was her body, twitching and jerking uncontrollably and spurting downright fountains of blood from her severed neck in wide arcs.

Just then the man that had been raping her finished with a groan and a shudder, pulling out of her with a wide grin a few moments later. “Asshole, I hope your dick rots off.” But Fang didn't have any lungs left, so her lips just opened and closed without producing any sound, much less the intended insult.

Fang's vision was beginning to dim as someone carried her head around her body, presenting her own backside to her. Her asshole was dripping cum and bits of blood, and her pussy was wet with urine, released the moment she had been decapitated. Part of Fang was oddly glad she hadn't had any solid food for the last few days, otherwise her loss of control would have turned out even more embarrassing. Then again, maybe that had been the very reason she had been given little more than water, to facilitate this final insult. Fucked-up sons of bitches.

Whoever was holding Fang's head pushed her mouth against her pussy before slowly dragging it upwards, smearing her face with all urine, cum and a little blood, to the loud laughter of the guards standing around her. Fang still had enough strength left to spit out the sticky, mostly salty mixture that had gotten past her lips as her head was carried in front of the crowd, then held high for all to see.

Her vision was rapidly fading and the voice of the announcer and noise of the crowd was melting into an indistinct murmur. A shame she wouldn't live to see the tyrant fall. As the dark consumed her, Fang's last thoughts were directed at her two closest companions and lovers. I'm sorry... Light, Vanille... Win this war for me...