[RWBY, Fire Emblem; f/f, rape; asphyxiation, decapitation; con, non-con]

What happened? Yang awoke sitting on a hard wooden chair. Where am I? As she looked around the dimly-lit room, slowly her memory returned; some shadowy figures had accosted her as she was on her way home from the club, she had refused whatever they'd wanted, and, and... there had been a fight for sure. Only when she tried to get up, Yang noticed that her wrists and ankles were tied to the chair with heavy leather restraints and she started shaking and tearing at them to break free, but to little effect.

“I would save my strength if I were you.” A somewhat low female voice said and Yang paused to look around for the source, and just a moment later a tall, dark-haired blue-eyed woman stepped close to her. She was wearing a costume that was as impractical as it was revealing, effectively little more than a fancy loincloth and a bra not at all adequately containing the woman's sizeable cleavage, but with some sort of skin-tight dark see-through fabric covering the entirety of her arms, legs and abdomen; plus a long black and golden cape, and pairs of bulky golden armlets and anklets, and an elaborate-looking tiara.

“Who are you? And where are we?”

“You may call me Tharja. And as for where, I don't know either; a place between worlds, I suppose you'd call it. But I can tell you why you're here, at least: You're about to die slowly and painfully for people's entertainment.”

It took Yang a small moment to register what Tharja had just said, starting to thrash against her bindings, to no avail. “What the fuck?! Did Roman set you up to this? Let me go!”

Tharja just shrugged. “I don't know who you're talking about. But don't worry, I'm going to be killed too. And besides, I'll make sure the both of us go out in one last blaze of pleasure.”

“The hell?! Are you crazy?”

“Perhaps. Entirely possibly even.” Tharja walked up to Yang and leaned a towards her, lowering her voice into a seductive tone. “Now, shall we get started? I hate waiting.”

There clearly was no reasoning with that woman. Instead of answering, Yang briefly closed her eyes to draw on her Aura, activating her Semblance in a burst of fire that would easily free her – except there was no fire, and she could hardly even feel the telltale heat of her Aura inside her.

“Don't bother.” Tharja said with a cruel grin. “Your powers are no use in here. You're not getting away, so you might as well give in and enjoy yourself one last time.” Yang didn't say anything, but – at least for now – didn't keep trying to break free either, and with a smile Tharja moved yet closer to her, opening Yang's jacket before reaching for her top beneath it – and just tearing it open with surprising ease, throwing the shredded fabric to the side to reveal a practical yellow sports bra.

“H-hey!” Yang blushed a little, but there wasn't anything she could do either as Tharja just ignored her reaction and proceeded to undo her belt and discard it as well, before similarly tearing away Yang's shorts to leave her in little more than her boots and dark yellow panties.

“My, you're quite the beauty.” Tharja easily ripped away Yang's bra, squeezing her breasts and digging her fingernails into them until Yang hissed in pain. “You will look quite lovely shuddering and writhing in agony in just a few minutes.” She moved her fingers up to trail along Yang's chin and cheek, before brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“Hands off the hair!” Yang snapped, just short of actually trying to bite the woman, who in turn just smirked, even if she did pull away.

“Now now, don't be like that. You have no chance of escape or rescue from here, so you really should just cooperate and make your last minutes a bit more enjoyable.” Tharja started massaging Yang's breast, more gentle this time, and after a few moments leaned forward to place a kiss on top of it before starting to caress the nipple with her tongue, softly licking and sucking it, and after a few moments despite the situation the touch in such a sensitive area made Yang gasp.

With a smile Tharja moved up, holding Yang's head with both hands as she pressed her lips on Yang's, all but forcing the girl into a deep kiss, and despite the unwelcome sensation inside her mouth, Yang also couldn't help but notice Tharja's actually quite pleasant taste, diffusely reminding her of cinnamon and some other spices.

After several seconds Tharja pulled back with a content expression, leaving Yang slightly dazed, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment longer before falling over her chin and right breast. Reaching down to Yang's crotch, she found the girl's panties slightly damp and let out a low chuckle. “See? Your own body betrays you. It's not like you can resist it, so don't bother.”

Yang kept squirming to get away from Tharja's touch, but to no avail, and the woman easily tore open her panties too, revealing Yang's not quite entirely shaved pussy, running a finger up its length and making Yang shudder. “Stop it! Crazy bitch.” Yang tried to close her thighs, but Tharja rather easily held them in place, and somehow Yang just couldn't gather the strength to overpower the woman.

“Just stop fighting it. It's pointless, you're as powerless as I want you to be in here.” Tharja briefly pushed two fingers deep into Yang's pussy, moving them back and forth a few times and making Yang gasp involuntarily, before pulling out and forcing them into Yang's mouth, making her taste her own slightly metallic taste. She kept on squirming and fighting against her restraints, but her efforts slowly weakened; there truly was no way out, she was completely at the mercy of this crazy woman.

“Finally you get it.” Tharja commented with a dark smile. “That means we can get started for real. Hold still, would you?” Tharja pushed Yang's upper body against the chair, pressing something metallic and cold onto her left breast, just slightly off the sternum. Looking down, Yang could make out a small round white object with a thicker centre sticking to her skin. “This is a sensor of sorts,” Tharja explained at her questioning expression, “It keeps track of your vital signs, so the moment your heart stops and you die... so will I.”

The woman patted the wooden construction that had been half standing in Yang's vision the whole time, even if she hadn't paid any attention to it. On closer inspection it was a tall frame with a board with a round opening in at about the height of her chair, and at the top there was a large angled blade pointing downwards. Clearly a guillotine. “What the fuck! Are you insane?! Why are you doing this?!” The full gravity of the situation hitting her, Yang once more started struggling against her restraints, still to no effect. All it did was make Tharja chuckle as she slowly walked behind Yang, the leaned forward to speak right next to her ear, the woman's hot breath on her cheek making her shudder and shy away.

“Like I said, we won't escape from here. All we can do is accept our fate, make the best out of it. Although,” Tharja continued, reaching around to caress both of Yang's breasts as she first kissed, then sucked, then almost bit the tender skin at the side of her neck, strong enough to easily leave a mark, making Yang gasp in surprise and pain. “I found that I just love doing this, all that lovely pain and agony on a sweet girl's face, the moment her hope finally breaks and she realizes she will die, death and pleasure so close together. There truly is nothing greater.”

Okay, this chick was seriously insane, Yang could tell from the very sound of her voice she was getting off on this, and trying to fight would only spur her on more. However any hope of keeping her cool was shattered right away when Tharja leaned past her and tightened a coarse strap of leather around Yang's throat, forcing her neck against the headrest. “Stop it! Please!” Slowly but surely panic was taking creeping into Yang's voice as Tharja pulled back with a dark smile, returning to the guillotine and opening the lunette.

“Clock's ticking. You will be dead in a few minutes.” As if on cue Yang imagined she could feel the strap around her neck slowly starting to tighten. “But before that, allow me to give you a proper sendoff.” Tharja laid down onto the table of guillotine, placing her head in the lunette and closing it, before pushing the whole contraption, which seemed to be mounted on rails or something, forward far enough to force Yang's thighs to the sides as her head came to a halt literally right in front of Yang's pussy.

By now Yang was definitely feeling a pressure on her neck, but all her clenching and straining had absolutely no effect other than her restraints chafing painfully on her skin. Suddenly Tharja started licking Yang's pussy, first pushing her tongue deep between her labia and slowly dragging it up before starting to play with her clit exclusively, and Yang couldn't help but gasp in surprise and arousal.

Completely defenceless against the woman, Yang couldn't do anything to stop Tharja, nor her body from involuntarily reacting as she slowly felt herself get wet; she didn't want to get off right now. Scratch that, she didn't want to fucking die! But the strap was slowly but surely tightening around her neck, and Yang felt a pressure growing in her head as the edges of her vision started to swim.

Despite herself Yang was slowly getting more aroused too, unable to resist her body's natural reaction and not at all helped by her growing lightheadedness that had to be stemming from a lack of oxygen, especially when she saw Tharja reach behind her and rubbing her own pussy with one hand too, the other reaching up to caress Yang's breast, playing with her sensitive nipple.

At this point the pressure in Yang's head was downright painful, and Tharja's – admittedly very skilful – ministrations seemed to register much more strongly than they should, every small touch sending a shudder of pleasure coursing over Yang's body, slowly corroding her resistance. And besides, if she really was gonna die, why not at least get off one last time, surely there were far worse ways to go.

As that conclusion finally settled in, Yang kind of, sort of, relaxed and stopped weakly fighting against her bindings, instead slightly moving her hips along with Tharja's movements, which the woman registered with a brief chuckle, her own voice visibly strained in pleasure too. “Good girl. Finally you're seeing it. Allow me to reward you.”

As Tharja picked up speed, moving her hand from Yang's breasts to push two fingers deep into her pussy instead, part of her body was screaming for air, but Yang somehow managed to focus only on the pleasure the woman was giving her, blinding out the ever-growing pain that seemed to be spreading from her chest, feeling that she was quickly approaching one final climax.

Only a little later, Yang came, frantically gasping and shuddering in pleasure, as her pussy clenched around Tharja's fingers, squirting a generous amount of juice all over her face and briefly forgetting her fear and pain. Only for the reality of her situation to return to Yang as she wound down from her climax, and once more start struggling against her bindings with all the strength she had remaining.

Tharja's dark chuckle sounded distant and muffled as the woman looked up to her with a cruel smile. “That's it. That's the moment I was talking about. So sublime. Now die for me!” Intently watching Yang's reddened face and her face distorted in utter pain and terror, Tharja started fingering herself even faster, knowing full well her time was just as limited, while making sure to absorb every last moment of the blonde's suffering.

Having used up almost all of her strength in her last orgasm, it didn't take much longer for Yang to finally die, the last thing she ever saw Tharja shaking and moaning as she pleasured herself, looking up at Yang with that cruel, lustful expression.

Tharja had been teetering on the edge of her own climax for several moments already, and Yang finally going limp, her head sinking to the side, was enough to push her over, loudly moaning and shuddering enough to rock the whole guillotine as her pussy and asshole clenched beautifully around her fingers-

As she'd half expected, before even fully riding out her orgasm, with only the briefest flash of pain and a low thunk, the blade came down and Tharja lost all feeling in her body as her head rolled forward a little before coming to a rest right against Yang's thigh and pussy.

Knowing how right now, her own body had to be continuing its orgasm before completely losing control, jerking and convulsing wildly, spraying blood everywhere, and perhaps even soiling herself, Tharja smiled contently and unlike Yang welcomed the end, the blonde's body right above her, her breasts and face stained with drool and tears and her expression frozen in utter agony the last thing she ever saw.