Midori, Fire Emblem Fates
Non-con, rape, bondage, piss, humiliation, archery, snuff
I also want to start a series with the kids from Fates, usually what might happen if their parents don't show up to save the day. So, here's Midori.

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“I could stand here and complain about you dragging my name through the mud.” the curvy thief says, “But Candace is going to take the high road—and just say good-bye. You could try to take back your bag. But I'll warn you. I'm quick as a wink.”

And with their exchange ended, the woman departs, with Midori’s hard-earned Dragon Herbs in hand. Without hesitating, or waiting for her father and his allies to catch up, Midori takes off after her. True to her word, Candace is quick, darting through the forest with surprising speed. It takes all Midori has just to keep up, and Candace is definitely gaining ground. Of course, in all of her haste, all of her desperation to reclaim the highly rare reagent, Midori isn't quite as observant as she usually would be.

When she sees Candace standing in the center of a clearing, panting from her wild sprint, she charges in without thinking. As soon as she passes the trees that border the clearing, and steps into open ground, Candace drops the act, smirking wickedly. And a cudgel crashes into the back of Midori’s head, knocking her senseless. The last thing she sees is that damn smirk, coupled with the knowledge that she lost. That she'll never have the Dragon Herbs she hunted down for her father.

But Midori doesn't know yet just how much she's truly losing.

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When Midori finally comes to, her head feels like it's splitting in half. The pain is unbearable, and only grows worse as her eyes flicker open, and light floods her vision. She's on the ground, sun beaming down on her, and she can feel the soft, warm grass beneath her. A quick glance to the side reveals the forest she dashed through so recklessly, and Midori sighs. She reaches for a pouch on her belt, hoping for a pinch of something to stop this throbbing in her temple, but finds she can't move an inch.

Her hands are bound beneath her, tied tightly at the wrists and the elbows. A quick test reveals the same holds true for her legs; rope holding her ankles and knees together.ether with no room for movement.

“Finally waking up, hm?” a familiar voice rings out. “You know, you did quite well to keep up with me. Very tenacious! But Candace can’t have anyone that can keep up with her up and moving, hm?”

“My dad and his friends are going to find you! And don’t worry, they’ll definitely be able to keep up with you!” Midori says, already more than fed up with this thief.

“Is that right? You mean those simpletons that are still searching miles away for you?” Candace says, glaring down at Midori in triumph. She kneels then, pinching the girl’s cheek. “I guess they didn’t expect you to chase after a renowned treasure hunter all on your own. Really, that wasn’t a smart move at all.”

“But you robbed me! You’re just a no good thief, and Midori can’t tolerate that!” Midori says, wishing her voice didn’t sound so small coming from so low.

“Oh, please. Candace is no thief! And I’ve got quite a respectable gang, as well. Don’t go selling me short!” Candace says, snapping her fingers. On cue, many unsavory characters begin stepping out of the shadows of the trees. Midori’s eyes widen, as she realizes just how much trouble she’s in. “See, little Midori? You really should have waited for some help. Now we get to have a lot of fun with you.”

“But… but… my Dragon Herbs… I worked so hard for them!” Midori protests, weakly. Gods, does her head hurt, and the stress of the situation only makes the pain worse.

“D’you hear that, boss? She worked hard for them,” one of the men sneers. “I guess that makes them worth your life then, huh?”

“W-what? M-my life?” Midori stammers, as the stakes grow higher than she imagined. They are rare herbs, to be sure, but would someone really kill for something like that?

“Well, I can’t exactly let you walk away and bring down the wrath of this oh-so-impressive father of yours, can I?” Candace says, shaking her head. She shrugs, before adding; “It’s the only solution, really.”

“No… No! I won’t tell them what you look like, or where you were! I’ll say I just got lost, and lost the herbs… and… and…” Midori begins, tears welling up. “I’m sorry!”

“Tsk, tsk. Where’s all that fire from earlier?” Candace asks. “I’m just a no good thief, as you say. Maybe Candace the Treasure Hunter would let you go, but you wouldn’t accept that.”

“I take it back!” Midori sobs, her voice cracking. “You’re a treasure hunter, and you can have the Dragon Herbs, just… let me go! Please?”

“Gods, can we shut this whelp up? Her whining is giving me a headache.” one of the thugs says, rubbing his head. Midori can’t help but doubt his head hurts as badly as hers, but the suspicious cudgel at his belt has her sympathy at an all time low.

“Yes, and I have just the thing! I’ll keep her really quiet while you boys have some fun. Isn’t she just adorable? We’ve really caught ourselves a good one!” Candace says, looking Midori over.

“Wh-what? What are you going to do!?” Midori asks, deeply concerned by Candace’s words. There’s only so many ways a bunch of thugs can have “fun” with her, and none of them are good. Especially not with the hungry edge in Candace’s eyes, matched eerily by the hunger in the eyes of her gang.

The treasure hunter stands, then, and begins removing her panties from beneath her skirt. Midori’s eyes widen, finding the act entirely out of place for the situation. But as Candace works the cloth down her legs, and over her boots, Midori feels a growing sense of dread. Whatever’s going on can’t be good, she at least knows that much.

And as Candace finishes, she makes her way toward Midori, and stands over her. She squats, then, positioning herself above Midori’s face, and giving the young apothecary quite the view of her folds, which are by now wet with her excitement.

“What?! Please, stop, what are you doi-” Midori begins, but Candace lowers herself, pushing her cunt onto Midori’s face, and muffling her protests. With how tightly she’s bound, Midori can’t even struggle as Candace grinds against her, and as the treasure hunter’s weight bears down on her.

“With all the wagging you’ve done with that tongue, I think it’s time you put it to better use!” Candace says, then chuckles. “Alright, boys, do whatever you want with her, so long as it doesn’t interrupt our quality time. Oh, and do save anything really nasty for me, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” one of them says, as he pulls a knife from his belt. He goes to work on the ropes binding Midori’s legs, freeing her for a moment. Before she notices she can move, distracted as she is by Candace’s rough grinding, two more thugs have grabbed her, spreading her legs apart. The first goes to work on her clothes, stripping her, cutting the clothes away when necessary. Before long, Midori is exposed, and can feel cool air on her belly, her legs, and worst of all… on her virgin folds.

“Any objections to me breaking her in?” the thug asks, and due to whatever pecking order the gang has, it seems there are none. Midori isn’t sure if she wishes she could see what’s coming, or prefers the view of Candace’s ass that takes up her entire field of vision. At the moment, she’s far too distracted either way, gasping for breath whenever Candace lets up, and praying the thief doesn’t smother her here and now. Despite how hopeless things seem, surely Kaze will come and rescue her.

Though, as Midori feels the tip of the thug’s cock pressing against her cunt, she finds herself wishing her father would be a bit quicker. Much quicker, actually, coming in at this exact moment to save his daughter’s purity… and for a moment, everything seems to freeze. Time stretches out, like a blade pulling from its sheath. Then, the thug grunts. And his cock is forced into her sheath. Midori is nothing if not small, and the man’s thrust is far from gentle. She feels herself stretch to accommodate his girth, as her virginity is stolen from her.

She cries out, but the sound is engulfed by Candace’s folds, only furthering the pleasure of the woman who got her in this mess. She moans, then, obviously pleased with the pained sound coming from beneath her.

“Ah, that felt delightful! Be as rough as you want, boys, this one’s a squealer!” she says, grinding even harder. Again, Midori wishes she could take something, just one pinch of her concoctions could dull all this pain, could help her relax… perhaps, with enough, she could be free from all of this. She’s yanked from those thoughts abruptly, as the man grunts with effort, fucking her even harder, even faster. Between the motions of both Candace and her thug, Midori can hardly think straight, hardly breathe, and it goes on for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, the man groans, and Midori feels a wet heat spilling into her strained cunt. He stays in, for a moment, but it doesn’t take long for one of his comrades to grab him by the shoulder, yanking him out of her nearly as roughly as he went in.

“Turns up, I’m next,” the man says, and Midori is only given a moment to rest before he’s taken the other thug’s place. With a thrust, he’s in, and somehow this one seems even larger than the other. Midori whimpers, and Candace moans, and it all starts again. Sometime during this man’s thrusts, Candace cries out, and Midori feels her trembling on top of her, the weight growing worse as her legs threaten to give out.

“Now, now, Midori. You can do better down there!” Candace says, once she regains her composure. “I hardly feel that wicked tongue of yours, you know! If you do good enough, we might let you live as our little toy!”

Somehow, that threat gives Midori hope. Whatever the circumstances, if she can survive, her father might find her and save her. With her life on the line, she opens her mouth wider, and begins lapping at Candace’s cunt. The woman moans, grinding even harder as the pleasure she feels is magnified, but it is difficult for Midori to focus or keep up any sort of rhythm as she’s fucked mercilessly by the man between her legs. Her body can hardly handle the cock that’s forced into her, and the pain she feels is incredible, almost like her cunt is tearing from the strain.

Then, a new sound escapes Candace’s lips. More of a gasp than anything else, and Midori is shocked to find a sudden heat filling her mouth. It’s a strange taste, and judging by the scent, it can only be one thing. The offending liquid rushes into her mouth, and Midori can do nothing but swallow as Candace’s piss spills into her. Any attempt to spit it out, or to hold it in her mouth, would only end in her choking on the hot liquid, and likely anger Candace either way. Still, she feels a wave of shame, of embarrassment, swallowing the other woman’s piss. Especially when the men surrounding her catch on, and laugh and jeer, hurling insults at her.

From there, things only get worse. When Candace has had enough, Midori is lifted. One man takes her ass, another her mouth. Others make her stroke them off, coming wherever they like on her naked body, while others piss on her. By the time she passes out, Midori has serviced countless of the gang, but still others wait for a turn, while some are eager for a second round. Her last thought is of her father, and how he should be here any second now, before her vision fades.

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When she wakes for the second time, Midori finds herself bound to a tree. The sun has fallen, and the clearing is cold. Her skin is bare, and her body aches. Midori is sure they fucked her countless times while she was out, and the pain she feels seems to confirm that. Still, judging by the empty clearing, it seems they’ve simply left her for dead. Not as bad as it could be, she supposes. This way, it should be easy for her to be found, and the torment will finally end.

But then, a familiar figure steps in front of her. A woman clad in pink, now holding a wicked looking bow in her hands. Midori trembles at the sight of her, bound as she is. Again, there’s that damn smirk, and Midori knows she didn’t do well enough. Either that, or the promise was false to begin with.

“I… I’m sorry... “ she says, weakly. “Please. I tried, wasn’t I good enough?”

“You were pretty good, honestly. And the whole gang would agree on that, I think, they each took at least two turns. Not to mention you drank my piss pretty willingly, and that’s rare,” Candace says, “You must be pretty freaky, to have done all that.”

“I didn’t like it or anything!” Midori shouts, her voice cracking. “I… I mean…”

“Now, now, that attitude is exactly why I brought my bow. We really can’t let you live, Midori.”

“Please,” Midori begs, weakly. “I’ll… I’ll do anything! Just let me live.”

Candace notches an arrow, and pulls it back. That smirk never wavers, even as she takes aim. Even as she lets loose the arrow, and it finds its mark in Midori’s shoulder. The impact comes first, causing Midori to gasp. Then, comes the pain. It’s blinding, unbearable, and so hot as agony radiates from her pierced shoulder. Tears well up, blurring her vision, but she can still see Candace pull another arrow from her quiver.

“Please!” Midori shouts, but the next arrow hits her in the stomach, tearing through her before burying itself in the tree behind her. Midori’s extensive knowledge as an apothecary makes her very much aware of how lethal damage to the abdomen is. And how slow of a death it is. But Candace does not let up. Another arrow is let loose, and another, neither missing their mark. One hits her thigh, the other, her chest, bouncing off her sternum. The fifth slips between her ribs, piercing a lung, and finally putting an end to her crying.

All Midori can manage now is soft, desperate pleading, her breath ragged and weak. Blood oozes from each of the punctures, slowed only by the shafts still stuck within her. Again, Midori knows just how much time each of those shafts give her, not sure if she should be grateful or curse the time she has left to suffer. One more arrow strikes her, again tearing through her stomach, before Candace has spent all she’s brought.

“Oh, dear, I really should have brought more arrows, hm?” she muses, before approaching her target.

“P-please… please…” Midori manages, blood spraying from her mouth with each word.

“We both know it’s far too late, now. Don’t we?” Candace says. “Besides, you’re such a good target. I’m just getting my arrows back.”

And with that, she tugs each of the shafts from Midori, allowing the blood to flow more freely. She lingers for a moment, trailing one of the arrowheads down MIdori’s abdomen, slowly guiding it to her cunt. She presses the tip against her, and Midori breathes in sharply. With a whimper, she loses control of her bladder, pissing herself. Candace walks away, laughing derisively as she takes aim once more.

Again, all of her arrows find their mark. By the end, another is buried in Midori’s stomach, with two more in her shoulder and thigh. The fourth ruins her final lung, and the fifth manages to strike her in the cunt, but by now Midori can hardly feel the pain. The sixth, almost mercifully, is aimed at her face. It slips into her eye with ease, piercing her brain and suddenly it all comes to an end. Midori twitches, her body spasming and straining against her bonds, as her life slips away.

Candace turns, then, leaving the young apothecary’s body for whoever - or whatever - might find it. She pats the pouch at her waist, eager to find a buyer for the Dragon Herbs resting there. The Dragon Herbs that a young girl already paid such a high cost for.