Lethe looked at the rebels that had been gathered in the castle with curiosity. She wasn’t really that versed in Beorc politics, but was surrendering now really a good move? “Queen Elincia… What are you thinking?” She wondered silently - but soon she didn’t have the time to think about that. The rebels turned violent against the army very quickly - and instead, she needed to fight for her life again. Transforming into her cat form, the girl fought hard against the first group that came after her - enough for her to drive them back. Transforming back into her humanoid form, Lethe looked at the golden-haired, white-winged princess of the Heron. Leanne had been visiting Elincia when the rebellion broke out, and so she followed the queen to fort Alpea when the rebellion occurred. During the battle, she assisted Elincia’s troops with her galdrs - her gentle voice soothing and reenergizing them whenever necessary. If it wasn’t for her, the fight would have definitely been lost. Lethe wondered if the rebels knew about it. If they did… Then judging by the cruelty they were showing to other members of Elincia’s army, they’d put the gentle heron through hell. She couldn’t allow that to happen!

Right now, Leanne was right behind her - singing some quiet chant that filled Lethe with energy for another battle. “Leanne! You have to get out of here! It’s not safe here!” She called out while turning towards the girl and looking directly at her. Leanne stared at her for a moment, before replying in the Ancient Language - while nodding that she understood. Even if the blonde woman wished to stay here and help, she, too, realized that this was no place for her. Shifting into her heron form, she quickly took flight - and soared away from where Lethe was. She could only hope the princess would be able to get away… It didn’t help that she spotted numerous arrows flying towards the woman. She watched her fly away for as long as she could - but eventually her attention had to return to the rebels gathered in front of her. “Come at me, you beorc scum!” She hissed at them while jumping towards them, transforming mid-air - eager to show these rebels just how well those of the beast tribes could fight.

Slashing at the soldiers with her claws, Lethe moved around them, easily avoiding all of their attacks. They would never be able to hit her! She doubted those puny beorc weapons would be able to hurt her in any significant way anyways. Enjoying the freedom staying in her cat form gave her, she was getting more and more daring with her moves - up until a sword crashed against her side. Lethe was amazed at the fact that the man was actually able to hit her - her orange fur stained with her own blood that was spilt from her wound. However, the wound wasn’t too deep - so Lethe decided it wasn’t really dangerous to her. Flipping in the air, she quickly sliced her claws across that soldier’s throat - paying him back for his attack with a far deadlier one. Bouncing off him, she landed on the ground nearby - only for flames to pop up all around her. A fiery explosion had enveloped her - a rebel mage having predicted the spot she’d be at. She howled in pain as that happened, her fur catching on fire - and looking at the enemy who put her through this with hatred in her eyes. Fire magic was always quite a powerful tool to combat the cat laguz - and now Lethe found herself on the receiving end of a one. As her fur continued to burn, the girl realized she couldn’t stay in her animal form - transforming back into a catgirl.

After the orange-haired finished transforming, her green tunic and short skirt were still set ablaze. Before Lethe got any chance to react, the rebels were on her - overwhelming her in a matter of seconds. She tried to fight back, but with her fists she could never go against their swords and axes. She hissed at the men again as they immobilized her - their rough hands quickly tearing away her burnt clothes. With them out of the way, the girl’s tits and slit were both exposed. Her breasts were average in size, but just the idea of them being different than a beorc’s was enough to make them interesting for the men. Her pussy had quite the rich bush of orange hair over it, its color the same as her hair and fur when transformed. “Unhand me, you human trash!” She screamed out at the men, but with no success. Instead, she saw that the beorc man pulling his own pants down - his cock springing free. “N-no! It’s not right for beorc and laguz to mate together!” She called out while struggling more, her face a little flashed as she said that - the man just ignoring her.

With a strong, quick thrust, he penetrated her pussy - breaking her hymen in one go. She had not found a mate for herself back in Gallia, she didn’t even start searching yet… And now it seemed that she never would. This… The union of beorc and laguz like this… It was unacceptable! It was a disgrace against the goddess! Taking human seed inside her would leave her infertile. Like this, no male would want her! She rolled around against the men holding her, her tail all ruffled and outstretched back - giving away her fury. However, they were not going to let go of her - and so, she was forced to take a beorc’s cock into her bleeding, virgin slit. She screamed, and she hissed, and she tried to free herself, but all to no avail. If only she could rip out one arm free, she’d surely be able to break out in full… Alas, their grip was too strong for her to surpass. Even if she worked on her strength as well, being a cat laguz her main asset was her high speed. Now, ensnared like that, there really wasn’t anything for her left to do - other than take the uncomfortable sensation of her pussy having to accomodate a human’s cock. She still pushed back against the men in a pointless struggle as he continued to rape her pussy - up until he released his seed inside her.

Feeling his cock tense up inside her, before starting to twitch as warm, creamy streaks of semen shot into her body, had quite the effect on the young laguz woman. Like this, she was unpure… She’d never be able to bear a laguz child. At best, she’d be pregnant with a Branded - but that was not a fate she wanted to go through. This sensation and feeling of utter defeat crushed her spirit - Lethe’s resistance gone just like that. Her struggles ceased, and she didn’t fight back at all as another man took the place of the one using her cunt before - his thrusts just as hard on her entrance as the man’s who came before. Her sudden limpness was a bit suspicious, but still allowed some of the men to stop having to focus on holding her down. Instead, they were free to whip out their cocks - using parts of Lethe’s body for their pleasure. One of them went for her backside - rubbing his cock against her bare, perky ass, before inserting it into her anus. It hurt, but at that point Lethe was still in the aftershock of having the first beorc cum inside her - so she didn’t even feel it. Another one took hold of her tail - which had now gone limp similar to the rest of her body. Wrapping it around his erection, the man was still able to use the flexible combination of flesh and fur to jerk himself off - to quite the pleasurable result. Others would just rub her cocks against her skin, which was as soft as her fur - not wanting to risk placing their dicks near her fangs or her claws. Like this, Lethe continued to take their cocks for some more time - up until the novelty of fucking a laguz catgirl had all but worn off.

Once it did, the men agreed that it was time to deal with the girl. However… Staining her skin with their weapons seemed wrong - there were men all over Tellius that would pay a fortune for an intact corpse of a laguz. With that in mind, they needed some other way to kill her. Fortunately for them, Lethe already provided them with the perfect tool to do it. The girl wore a ribbon around her neck, long enough that two of its ends went behind her back and all the way down to her knees. If they just secured them to something, the girl would hang for them - the only effect on her body being ligature marks on her neck. With it in mind, they waited for the last man fucking her ass to finish - his load shooting deep into the girl’s bowels. Then, they began to drag her cum-covered body towards one of the castle’s walls. As they did, Lethe slowly recovered from the stupor her first sexual experiences left her in - the girl realizing that something was wrong. But… Would they really kill an ambassador from Gallia as well? “Are you beorc really this stupid? Just raping me was bad enough, but if you actually kill me - or princess Leanne, for that matter - Gallia’s entire might will come for you!” Lethe hoped that by saying that she’d instill fear into the hearts of those beorc - and that they would let her go. However, that didn’t seem to be the case - the rebels taking her up the steps to the wall. “And not just Gallia! Phoenicis, Kilvas… The combined might of all the beast tribes! Do you want to push your country into another war like that?” She accused the men - but they didn’t care for her words at all. Instead, they continued up - until they reached the top of the wall. Like this, Lethe was given a good view of what was going on in the courtyard below - all the atrocities those humans were committing, even on their own kin. It disgusted her to no end… But before she could voice her disapproval once more, she felt a strong shove on the back - the catgirl’s body pushed off the wall.

“Wha-ghhh!” Lethe called out in surprise as she fell - but soon, her fall was stopped by the ribbon around her neck. Above her, two of the rebels were holding onto the ends of her ribbon - preventing her from falling further. Like this, her entire body weight was pulling down on the ribbon - making it tighten around her neck, squeezing her windpipe shut. The girl’s decoration now became the instrument of her demise - submitting her to a hanging. Her face began to grow red as the lack of air spread through her body, along with discomfort that soon turned to pain. All of her body was calling out for oxygen, oxygen that it couldn’t get. Her lungs quickly ran out of what they had, as half the air inside them was already forced out of them when she fell - the result of her final attempt to get an answer from the men. And so the laguz girl suffered, her body starting to feel as if it was burning up inside - a clear contrast to the flames that almost consumed her before, leading her to her rape and now execution.

Lethe wasn’t about to go down kindly, though. She struggled in the noose, and she struggled hard. Finally, there were no beorc holding her down, and she could make use of it - her naked, spunk-covered body jerking and jumping around in the air. Behind her was the castle’s wall, but it offered her no support at all - her feet just sliding off the cold, merciless stone. Her legs kicked out towards the ground that was far below her, hard enough that one of her boots was thrown off her body. That left her foot out in the open - her toes visibly wiggling as her feet would twist to different sides. Even if in her cat form the girl had quite the dangerous claws, her nails here were well-kept. Her legs were topped off by her thighs - the inner sides of which were drenched with semen. She had taken so many climaxes inside her that semen was still trickling out of her holes. As she bounced in the noose, the cum that was still inside her shaken out of her body - squirting out from both her pussy and ass. Her slit was swollen because of the rough pounding it was subjected to - her lips puffy and her inner walls bruised. Higher up was the girl’s stomach - the girl’s toned abs clearly visible, even if they were covered in cum. Then there were her breasts - bouncing around with her erect nipples sticking out of them. Even if they weren’t the biggest, they could still bounce around a bunch - which usually only annoyed the catgirl. Now, she didn’t even have any thoughts to spare to that - the excruciating agony in her lungs and neck being a fair bigger worry.

The girl’s arms were bent upwards, her hands at her throat - her fingers latching onto the ribbon and trying to pry it off. It wasn’t really that sturdy - and so, even if it tightened around her neck before, it wouldn’t be that hard for her to remove it. Her fingers dug into her skin, trying to get underneath it. But why didn’t she just rip it off? Lethe wasn’t sure herself. Did she even want to free herself from the ribbon? She wondered as she continued to hang, her purple eyes darting to the courtyard below. It seemed that quite a few rebels were there, curious to watch a laguz dance for them in the air. They were watching the show quite attentively, many of them rubbing their cocks at the sight while watching her legs move around. However… The main issue was that the ground was far too away from her. If she fell now, the fall could very well be lethal - and if it wasn’t, it’d at least severely cripple her. That would leave her even more at their mercy - this time with no way to fight back at all. Ah, if only she could transform back into a cat now! Then, a fall like this would be no issue! However… With the many, many creampies her pussy had taken, the men surely must have impregnated her - and their seed would surely have stunted her ability to change forms now. So instead she was left with a sadistic choice - either to continue her suffering in the noose, or to fall to the ground below. Either of those would involve pain and probably death… Why were these beorc so cruel? Still, a part of her hoped that the men above would realize just how bad a decision they were making by killing her. If she fell now, there was no chance they’d spare her… But if she remained in the ribbon, they could still pull her back up! With that in mind, Lethe let go of the ribbon - and just continued to hang without struggling, at least consciously.

The catgirl clung to that hope - but she would receive no such mercy. The soldiers wouldn’t let her down - the girl continuing to hang up to the point when she’d die. Her movements died down as she decided to conserve her energy, trying to survive until the rebels pulled her back up. For a while, her body just swayed from side - the only sight that she was still alive being her face, which was still turning darker and darker, and her purple eyes staring desperately at the men above. However, eventually that came to an end. The lack of air got to her brain, stripping her of control over her body - and sending her body into some spasms again. Her legs would kick out again, her arms swinging around again. Her muscles clenched and released randomly, more cum forced out of her pussy - along with a streak of piss as her bladder voided itself too. Her tail batted around before straightening out - and then returning to shifting aimlessly. Her face began to turn purple - her mouth opening and her tongue slipping out. Drool leaked out of it and down her pointy chin, dripping off it and even falling onto the rebels below. Her eyes went bloodshot, glazing over a few moments later.

As her body entered its dying spasms, Lethe still desperately clung to that final hope she had. "J-just a w-while l-longer… A-and t-they w-will s-save m-me…" She kept telling herself in the tiny corner of her mind that was still conscious. She also wondered if Leanne had managed to escape. "S-she m-must h-have m-made it out of h-here…" She tried to convince herself as her body convulsed. "W-wonder w-what… L-Lyre’s up to…" Lethe directed her final thoughts towards her bratty sister before passing out - the now dead laguz dangling around in her ribbon.

The men kept her hanging for a while longer, just to be certain she had truly died - but as her body went completely limp again they had the confirmation they needed. Pulling her up, the men then carefully carried her down. The rebels would subject her corpse to some necrophilia, as her death had awakened the urge to fuck her in more of them. Eventually, her corpse would be cleaned of all the liquids they had given to it - ready to be sold off to some laguz connoisseur over in Begnion.


Batting her wings at the air, Leanne flew away from Lethe - watching the catgirl successfully fight off a few more adversaries. She wasn’t sure, what was going on herself - but if Lethe told her to escape, she was going to trust her friend and do just that. However, a white-winged heron taking flight was hard to miss, even amongst all the turmoil happening across the fort. The rebels took sight of her - and were quick to decide that they couldn’t let her escape. Right off the bat, the many rebel archers took aim for her - releasing a barrage of arrows and trying to bring the unknown laguz down. The exact tribe Leanne was from was unknown to them, but it was clear that it was some kind of a laguz - and as they were all on the queen’s side, they couldn’t let her escape. Leanne heard the arrows fly towards her, but there was nothing she could do to defend herself. She was nowhere near strong enough to take them, or fast enough to get out of the way. All the girl could do was hope that those arrows would miss her - while trying desperately to get out of the archers’ range.

However, she would not be granted that mercy. Both of her wings were quickly skewered with numerous arrows each. Pain flickered within them, but the girl did her best to keep flying, even as she started to slowly descend. The sights she had seed below her terrified her - she didn’t want that to happen to her, too! However, she had no such luck. A few more arrows, and she plummeted down - her hurt, disabled wings only slowing her fall enough for it not to be too disastrous. Reaching the ground, she didn’t have the strength to stay transformed - reverting back into her beautiful, winged humanoid form. Her wings blessed her with an angelic beauty - beauty that the rebels would soon defile. Her long, white dress was in tatters, the result of arrows hitting her while transformed. Her wings had numerous holes within them, holes that ensured that the girl would stay grounded for the near future.

Within seconds of her landing, Leanne was already encircled by some of the archers who took her down. She looked at them in fear, tried to beg them not to hurt her - but all the soldiers heard was the unknown winged woman’s beautiful voice, saying something in a language the did not understand. What if she was saying some kind of a magical incantation? The fear of the unknown quickly spurred them to act. Forcibly opening the woman’s mouth, one of them forced a knife inside - and used it to slice as much of her tongue off as he could. Leanne screamed in pain as that happened, but now her voice only lent itself to complete gibberish. Even crying out in agony, however, she still sounded beautiful - her screams very much enjoyed by her captors. Pulling her severed tongue out of her mouth, the men waved them cruelly in front of Leanne’s face - driving it in as to just what they’d done to her. Her eyes watered at the sight as the girl realized she’d never be able to help anyone with her voice again.

Now that the girl was successfully - in their eyes - disabled, the rebels were free to play with Leanne as they wished. The scraps of her dress were torn off her body, revealing her beauty in the face was accompanied with quite a hot body. The last female heron had tits of significant size, ones that perfectly topped the relatively frail base of her chest. Her arms were gentle and small, their creamy, warm skin only adding to their beauty. Lower was the girl’s flat stomach - and further below laid her perfect, pink pussy lips. Above them was a patch of golden hair, which only added to their beauty - making the girl’s slit into quite a cute - and yet very tempting - sight. And as if that wasn’t enough, Leanne’s hips were very wide - with beautiful, rich thighs coming down from them. The girl’s legs also carried a grace to them that the men hadn’t seen in any of their other victims. They were finished off with small, adorable feet - completing the image of heavenly beauty Leanne stood for.

For a while, the men were stunned at the sight - just basking in the amazing image that was Leanne’s naked body. However, eventually one of them managed to overcome that - approaching the girl and quickly sheathing his cock up her pussy. She screamed again as her virginity was taken, her slit hurting as her hymen was pierced. She struggled, but just a little - her physical frailness preventing her from fighting back for real. The rebel forced the girl to the ground below, using that position to use her vagina with a lot of force. Her legs were spread behind his back, her small feet quite tempting - enough that the rebels closest to them began to rub their cocks against them. Their arcs were pretty, and her soles were almost unscathed - as the woman’s wings helped to reduce the weight they had to carry. Her small toes waggled hard against the men’s cocks as they did that, the heron confused as to what they were doing. She really didn’t like the sensations in her pussy, but was helpless to do anything about it - so she just sobbed silently as her rape continued. Soon enough, her small mouth had also been plugged with a dick - the blood from her severed tongue making the process of fucking it all the way to her throat much simpler.

The rebels raped Leanne for some more time - but soon they began to desire more than just to fuck her. The girl already wasn’t in a perfect state, her wings wounded and her tongue cut off. The Begnion nobles were going to pay a fortune for her corpse no matter the state she was in. That meant they could very well ruin her body with no loss at all! It was hard figuring out a way to do it, but they eventually figured out a way that allowed all of them to do just that. Since most of her rapists were archers, they’d just turn her into a target for their arrows. Pulling the girl up - her bleeding pussy now dripping with semen - they led Leanne towards one of the nearby walls. Her feet were slippery with cum that was covering them, making the girl stumble quite a bit. Whenever she did, she’d swing her wings to regain her balance - only causing herself more pain because of the arrows already impaling them.

They had stopped while putting Leanne in front of the wall - holding her standing form to it. Then, they spread her her wings to the sides - and their armed friends shot straight at these. Leanne screamed in pain as her wings were punctured with many more arrows - many of them piercing through the wings and stabbing into the wall behind her. That barrage of arrows continued for a while - until most of Leanne’s wings were completely pinned to the wall. Then, the men holding her down grabbed some of their own arrows - and used them to do the same with other important spots. Stretching her arms to the sides, they quickly stabbed their arrows through her wrists - pinning them to her wounded wings, and through that, immobilizing them. Pulling the heron’s legs just a little apart, they did the same for them - their arrows going through the girl’s ankles. With that out of the way, they were now free to let go of her - the girl’s body kept standing with a bunch of well-placed arrows.

Returning to the rest of their group, the rebel archers then could have some fun by shooting at Leanne’s different body parts. The golden-haired woman looked at them through her tears as the man laughed cruelly, placing bets on whether they could hit some specific parts of her body or not. After figuring out some order in which they’d go, the archers proceeded to go and shoot at her. Initially, they weren’t really going for anything too deadly - just aiming for the girl’s limbs, or for her wings. Since her ankles were impaled with arrows already, her feet were an interesting target - especially that they moved around as Leanne tried to struggle from time to time. Each of these only caused her more pain - both in the four wounds that held her in place and in her wings. After a few failed attempts caused by her flicking them out of the way, her feet pierced with some arrows. For one of them, the arrow cracked through it from its upper side, right through the bridge and crushing the foot’s central bone. With it shattered, the foot just hung limply, Leanne no longer able to move it. For the other foot, the arrow ventured in from the lower side, entering through her instep. Leanne could still move that foot, but with how painful it was, she decided not to.

Others shot for the easier targets - the girl’s wings eventually looking as if they had more holes in them they had feathers. Her limbs ended up covered in multiple arrows too. With her arms being pretty thin, they didn’t have the room for too many of them. Instead, the men went for her legs. While most of them wasn’t that wide either, the girl’s thighs were - and so, her succulent flesh was turned into a pillow for those arrows. Each single shot caused Leanne to feel more pain, the girl jumping a little on the wall - her heavenly face twisting with pain. So many arrows were shot into her legs that they become almost impossible to see - and yet, the men keep trying to hit them. Eventually, however, the density of arrows there reached such a level that no more arrows would connect - not an inch of her thighs remaining untouched.

At that point, the men decided to switch for some juicier targets. The girl’s abundant tit meat could absorb quite a few hits, they decided - so they showered her breasts with arrows next. The biggest challenge was who of them would be able to hit her nipples - with two of them eventually succeeding to a small cloud of milk, blood and fat blown out of her chest. Some of their arrows weren’t that accurate, and sunk into her chest in other spots - venturing all the way into her lungs. Because of that, Leanne started to cough out blood - blood that ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. All this agony combined was more than enough to break the female laguz. She just proceeded to hang limply, her head bobbing over to show that she truly let go of all of her body. She was doing that in a desperate attempt to escape from the pain - but that wasn’t successful. She could still feel each and every arrow that sunk into her body - each of these forcing fresh tears from her eyes. But other than that, she didn’t react at all - even as the men’s arrows started going for her flat belly, many of them going straight into her stomach. Some of these even stabbed right into her womb - all to no reaction from the girl.

Like this, one could almost think that Leanne was dead. However, she was still very much alive. The men wouldn’t make that mistake either - for Leanne was constantly proving to them that she was alive. Her final try to escape from all this suffering was a song - however, as her voice was gone, she could only hum it. It was an emotional, heart-wrenching sound… That Leanne used to went all her pain, to show the rebels how terrible their treatment of her was. However, to them it only showed that the blonde hadn’t died yet. And so, they continued to shoot at her, the girl continuing to cry and sing as her body was ruptured further and further - slowly bleeding out. Even taking an arrow directly through her clit had no effect on the girl - other than her eyes growing wide at how painful it was. Her body was growing weaker and weaker with each moment - but she kept humming her song for as long as she could. Eventually, however, the song would stop - a clear sign that the heron was at her life’s end. Her final thoughts were directed towards her brother - but as another, final arrow struck her body, her life was stolen away from her.

Hearing her voice go silent, the archers ceased their competition - leaving Leanne’s body hanging from the many, many arrows pinning her to the wall behind her. Her head had avoided all of the arrows the rebels shot at her - staying pretty much unhurt, unlike the rest of her body. Because of it, once her body would have eventually been sold off to Begnion, she would actually leave the black market auction in two pieces - her unscathed head going to one noble while another one took her hole-covered corpse.


Astrid was sobbing, the girl kneeling over the corpse of the man she loved. “Sir Makalov, please! Get up! You must be alright! You must be!” She called out to the pink-haired knight while cradling his face in her hands - but to no reaction from his slack, dead face. This couldn’t be happening! M-makalov couldn’t be dead! Why did queen Elincia allow for this? Why did she let those men in here? The black-haired archer sobbed bitterly while hugging Makalov’s corpse. Why… why did she fail him? She should have protected him! She should have offered her life for his! It was all her fault! The girl embraced Makalov’s body once more, discarding her bow and just holding it tightly. If this was the case - if he truly was dead - then, she’d die here with him! For a few moments, she stayed there cradling his corpse - then, to her surprise, she felt something prod against her belly. Getting up again, she looked down - only to see a bulge in the dead man’s pants. Without even thinking of what she was doing, Astrid ripped off the man’s belt, and pulled his pants down - only to see his cock, hard even in death.

A crazed smile creeped onto Astrid’s face as she climbed onto her body - ripping a hole in her white pants. Tugging her panties to the side and lifting the bottom part of her skirt, she then lowered herself onto Makalov’s dick - having his stiff cock penetrate her. Bringing her hips up and down, the girl proceeded to ride her dead lover’s dick - grinding her pussy against it happily. “Sir Makalov! Sir Makaloooov!” It didn’t take her too long to get very into it - the girl as happy about having sex with the man she loved as ever. She energetically rode his cock, her pussy clenching hard around Makalov’s erection - the pleasure from her slit reverberating throughout her body. As she went up and down his dick, she searched out for the man’s hand - squeezing it hard with her hands. He couldn’t be gone, he couldn’t be! She kept herself telling that in between moans while continuing to make love to Makalov’s corpse. Reaching one climax was nowhere near enough for the girl to settle down - Astrid just keeping going even as an orgasm shook her body.

What her climax did, however, was alert the rebels of her presence. Screaming out Makalov’s name in her climax, Astrid had drawn a lot of attention to herself - and it didn’t take long for some of them to get to her. She looked at the men with nothing but hatred with her eyes - these bastards took sir Makalov away from her! Still, having discarded her bow, she couldn’t really do anything now - not that she would be able to draw the bowstring now with her body all numb after a climax. She just grabbed on harder onto Makalov’s corpse - causing the rebels to need quite a lot of strength to drag her off him. “No! Please! Let me take Sir Makalov’s seed inside me! Please!” She begged the enemy soldiers while humping Makalov’s dick some more - up to the point when she felt it tense within her. “Y-yes!” She called out happily as she felt the man was about to cum - but that was the moment the rebels finally managed to pull her off him. “Noooooooo!” She screamed out while looking at Makalov’s dick, which released a few spurts of cum that still splashed onto her pants - but not inside her as she wanted.

Since Astrid had already opened up the access to her pussy, the men didn’t waste any time in shoving her onto her fours to the ground, with one of them immediately hammering his erection right into her slit. “No! You bastard! It’s for Sir Makalov only!” She called out as she felt him inside her slit - all the pleasure she had build up beforehand disappearing. Yet, because of her earlier climax, she was still pretty wet - allowing him to easily slide in and out of her. She wasn’t giving up though - craning her neck backwards and trying to punch him several times, up to the point where he just grabbed both of her arms by her wrists. Like that, not only he stopped her from resisting in that manner, he could also use her arms as handles to pull himself further into her body, his cock going deeper and deeper into the girl’s vagina.

“Ah… Your dirty cock could never compare to that of Sir Makalov!” Once her struggles were cut down, the girl resorted to insults instead - hurling them constantly at the man taking her from behind. Another of them quickly approached her from the front - grabbing her jaw mid-sentence and pulling it down so she couldn’t close it. “You talk pretty big, slut - but how will you like a cock down your throat?” He told her before shoving his cock into her mouth. Astrid couldn’t help but feel reviled at the taste. It would never even be able to compare to the sweetness in her mouth she’d feel whenever sucking sir Makalov off. In fact… As the man pushed his cock further into her mouth - his balls eventually slapping her on her chin as the tip of his erection began to make its way into her throat - Astrid wondered. How dared he to do this to her? Her mouth was Makalov’s, and so was her entire body… She couldn’t accept this! Fortunately, the man proved her with the perfect opportunity to punish him. As the man let go of her jaw once he pushed his cock in, preferring to hold on to her head instead, all she needed to do was just bite down - and that’s just what she did. Her teeth went through the man’s skin, her mouth filling with the metallic taste of blood as she spilt it - taking satisfaction in the man’s agonized cries.

“You bitch! To think you’d bite me!” The man screamed at her, Astrid just a little amused at his reaction. Yeah! That would teach him for using what was Sir Makalov’s property! Even him slamming his fist against her face to loosen her grip on his dick didn’t break her spirit - the girl just smiling cruelly as the man held his bleeding cock in his hand. “Haha, should not have went for my mouth then! Sir Makalov’s would have taken a bite like that no problem!” Her voice only angered the man even more - his fist crashing straight into her face again. This time, he went for her mouth - knocking a few of teeth loose, her own blood flowing into her mouth as well. But despite that, she just couldn’t help but feel warmth in her chest. "Sir Makalov… I’m doing all I can!" She thought to herself, and that knowledge helped her through the degrading sensation of having the rebel cum inside her. Ah, it didn’t matter… Sir Makalov’s cum was definitely more potent than the man’s and it should have definitely made her pregnant by now! “Ah, that was a weak orgasm! I couldn’t feel you cum at all!” She laughed at the man again, calling him out - and spurring his anger too.

As he pulled out, another rebel went for her backside. Opening the tear Astrid herself had created in her pants, he quickly gained access to her asshole. Astrid’s eyes widened as she felt his tip push against her sphincter “N-no! Not there! E-even Sir M-Makalov haven’t gone in there yet…” She squealed in fear and pain as the man drove his hips forward, breaking through the entrance to her anus and having his cock slide inside her. “Oh? The bitch haven’t taken a cock up her ass yet? All the better, then!” He called out with a laughter of his own, Astrid’s insides twisting as she heard it. N-no… She wanted her first time there to be with Sir Makalov as well! And yet, she had to take it… For a few moments, the girl needed time to accomodate to the new, alien sensation, to the uncomfortable feeling of her ass having to stretch around a dick. The men took her silence as a sign that she had finally given in. However, the moment she managed to get this new discomfort in her ass under control, she spoke out again - insulting the size and girth of the man currently using her ass. The men groaned with annoyance as they heard that - it seemed there would be no shutting this bitch up.

Well, if that was the case… They’d be far more better off if she was dead. If she was, then not only would they not have to deal with her constant criticism, but also would probably open up a few new holes to use. With that in mind, one of the men picked up the sword laying near the corpse of the man that slut was riding before - and returned to Astrid. Hearing him move, she had turned her head to the side - enough to see just what he was doing. “That’s Sir Makalov’s sword! How dare you lay a hand-agggggggh!” Astrid called out, only for the sword to come right for her throat - turning the rest of the final sentence she would ever say into a loud gurgle. The man cut through her throat, the sword slicing deep into her neck in a painful cut - her skin and flesh ripped apart by the cold steel. However, the sword was unable to slice all the way through in one go - as Makalov, in his laziness, had forgotten to do any maintenance on it - the blade’s edge completely dull. The man swung the sword again, Astrid seeing her death approach her - the sword slamming hard into her neck, going in all the way to her spine. That hit caused a strong jerk to go through all of her body, her asshole clenching hard around the dick stuck inside it - and giving the man currently raping the archer some pleasurable squeezes to his cock.

The man took yet another swing - this time finally getting the dull blade to cut all the way through her neck. Her head fell forwards, onto the bricks that made for the floor while rolling over - just enough for her head to completely rotate and give her a view of her headless corpse. The stump of her neck was spurting blood all over the place, and her body shuddered hard against the man currently raping her. She could see her legs kicking out at the back - her arms held still by the man who used them to propel himself deeper into her guts. Her red eyes stared at her corpse for a while longer - the girl quickly fading away. "Sir Makalov… I”m coming to you…" She thought as her life was about to end - not even sparing any thoughts for her many siblings. Afterwards, she was still conscious enough to feel a man pick her head up. However, by the time he worked the tip of his cock into her throat, she was already gone.

The Begnion girl’s head was lifted from the ground and worked onto the dick of one of the rebels. “How do you like this now, bitch?” He asked her while staring at her slack face. Then, he proceeded to pull her further onto his dick - all the way until the tip came out from between her lips. Using her head as an onahole, he proceeded to have sex with Astrid in yet another way she had not tried out with Makalov. If she was still alive, she’d be bitter about it - more than even caring for the fact that he cut her head off. Because of her dying spasms, the man fucking her ass came inside her soon afterwards - his spunk going deep into her rectum. The moment he pulled out, he was replaced by another man, who went for her still-warm cunt. Ah, it was so pleasant to fuck it now without having to listen to the girl’s angry, annoying voice! On the opposite end of her body, a man quickly forced his cock into her neck stump - the tight hole just as pleasant to fuck, if not more, than the girl’s pussy. The usage of her two lower holes, her neck stump and her head continued for some more time - the girl’s holes all filled with semen while her face and hair were both covered in cum. All because the black-haired girl couldn’t have accepted an arranged marriage to the second most powerful man in Begnion. If only she had accepted it then, she would have lived a life of luxury - and yet, here she was, dying in a completely depraved way on the battlefield of a country she wasn’t even born in.


Marcia was in the castle’s stables, getting her pegasus into its box after the battle. It must have been so tired… Being airborne granted Marcia quite the advantage in battle, which led to her having to fight quite a lot while repelling the rebels. Now, she was tending to her steed, brushing its mane and ensuring that it had enough food and water easily accessible. Elincia’s own mount was in the box next to it - and Marcia had been taking care of it as well. The pink-haired girl had been there pretty much since the fighting was over - and so, she had no idea of what was happening in the other parts of the castle. She had only found out what was going on as the stable’s doors had opened - and in them stood a squad of the rebel soldiers. It took her a moment to recognize that those weren’t Elincia’s soldiers - and those precious seconds would cost her her life. Before she realized what was going on, the enemy soldiers were already on her, overwhelming her. Between her pink hair and the fact that she was tending to a pegasus, it was fairly simple for the rebels to identify the girl as the one who had swooped down with her mount and killed just so many of them. Just killing her right away would be letting her get off too easily after what she had done, they decided. They looked at the girl’s pegasus - maybe they could utilize it on her? …No. She had taken so many of their lives with her spear, that it was what they had chosen as the think to take her life.

But first, before killing her, the men weren’t going to pass an opportunity to rape the hated pegasus knight as well. Getting Marcia’s red armor off her, they then quickly removed her white battle dress. Removing her high, white boots as well, the men then took off the girl’s red tights - leaving her in just a red bra and white panties - and gloves, too. Marcia blushed a bit at being exposed in such a way, all while trying to make out what was happening. Did those rebels somehow sneak into the castle again? Did the others knew about it? And would they be able to hold them off? Please, be alright, everyone… Even you, dumbass. Marcia’s last thought was directed at her brother Makalov, who at that point was dead already - but she had no way of knowing that it was the case. Neither could she know that many of her friends were already dead - and that she’d be joining them soon. Still… why were those men undressing her? W-what they were going to do to her? Marcia had just the slightest idea of they could have wanted from her… Back in Begnion, when she had to keep paying off her brother’s debts… A few people suggested she’d try her hand at a brothel back then. Just venturing into one, she knew it wasn’t really a place for her - but that memory remained in her mind still. Did these man wanted to…

Marcia’s thoughts were quickly answered as the rebels tore off her bra. Their hands went for chest, groping her small titties - and making her squeal in discomfort. “Ouch, that hurts! Let me go, you sponge-brains!” She screamed out, but in return the men just grasped her chest harder - their fingers squeezing and pulling hard on her nipples. To make things even worse, another rebel tore her panties off - revealing her pussy to them, along with the patch of pink pubes over it. “Ah! Nuts! M-my coochie! D-don’t look!” She called out with a blush, while covering it with her hands - or at least, trying to. Her hands were dragged out of the way right away, showing her pussy to them. Then, before she had the chance to say anything else, one of them forced himself in between her legs, and immediately thrusted his cock into her pussy. Marcia screamed again as her virginity was taken, the rough entrance causing her to bleed heavily as her hymen was torn. “No! What do you think you’re doing, you meathead! That’s quite touchy!” She called out in quite the anger at the sudden, new feeling - the men ignoring her outburst. She tried to struggle, she tried to hit him, but her arms were still being her by other rebels - so all she could do was glare angrily and suffer as her pussy was taken by the man’s cock.

The men holding her arms weren’t just going to stand there and watch, though. Fairly quickly, one of them whipped his cock out - and rubbed it against her hand. She looked at it with disgust. “Eeek! Gross!” She called out as his erect cock twitched against her hand. To make it even worse, the man grabbed her hand with one of his own - and forced her to wrap her fingers around his meat stick. Once she reluctantly did, he proceeded to move them up and down - her hand forced to slide along his cock too. However… Marcia wasn’t just going to take that in stride. She didn’t like this sensation at all. So, as she was forced to jerk the man off, instead she just squeezed hard with her hand - to a satisfying cry of pain of the man. The moment she did, he let go of her hand - and then quickly tried to pry her fingers off his cock. “Heh! How do you like this, you monkey?” She told the man with quite the satisfaction.

“Ah! That bitch is trying to rip my dick off!” The man called out in pain as Marcia kept squashing his dick far beyond what was comfortable for him. Her grip turned out to be too strong for him to break. Not without some amusement, his friends took notice of that - moving in to help him out. Prying Marcia’s fingers off the man’s erection, they quickly decided to punish the girl for that. Both her hand and her spear both took the lives of many of our companions. Picking her weapon - that the girl left prodded against one of the stable’s walls - one of the rebels quickly connected the two together again - in a way Marcia could have never predicted. “Take this, you slut!” He called out while forcing the blade at the end of her spear right through her palm - opening a huge hole within it. “Aaaah!” Marcia called out in agony - her right hand completely ruined. The man quickly ripped the weapon out, opening up a huge hole in the girl’s hand. A hole that was just the perfect fit for a dick. “Try it out now… If your dick still works, that is.” Ignoring the laughter of his fellow rebels, the man who tried to jerk off with Marcia’s hand showed his cock towards it again. This time, he pushed it in through the newly-created hole. It was tight, and he could feel her bones and flesh moving around as he fucked it. While an unconventional hole, the man quickly began to appreciate it - fucking Marcia’s hand strong enough that her now-limp fingers began swinging around.

The sudden cruelty left Marcia in quite the shock - enough that the girl didn’t really resist at all as the man repeated the process on her left hand. Only as a cocks were inserted into both of her hands did she come to her senses - looking at the sight in disbelief. With her hands ruined like this, there would be no living as a pegasus knight from now on… What could she do with herself then? She was still unaware that the men intended to kill her. As she looked at her two hands, feeling quite the discomfort from both, suddenly she felt something shoot into her cunt. “H-huh? What’s this?” She asked in confusion as her pussy was filled with the rebel’s cum. As the man withdrew, the next one decided to pull her to the ground - laying her down on her belly. Marcia struggled a little as they did that, but with two cocks still impaling her hands it wasn’t that easy. With her laid out like that, the girl presented her butt to the rebels - quite a huge one, too. After groping it for a little, the man pressed his erection against her ass - then quickly shoved it inside. “Eeh? I-I poop from there!” The girl called out in more confusion and pain to the amusement of the rebels gathered around.

Even with the girl on the ground like that, the men didn’t stop fucking her hands. But… The pegasus knight’s feet still laid unused. Hearing about how good it felt to use her hands like that, the other rebels quickly decided to create similar holes in her feet too. Two quick, yet very agonizing stabs, and Marcia would never be able to stand again. Huge holes were opened in both of her arches, holes that were quickly taken advantage of - allowing the men to fuck her feet directly. And they did just that. For a while, Marcia had been submitted to quite a rough gangrape - their dicks rubbing hard against the holes in her hands and feet, at least one and sometimes two of her lower holes filled up by the rebels. What remained of her hands and feet became covered in their semen, and her pussy was filled with it to the brim as well. However, eventually the men grew bored of using her - and it was time for them to move on to her execution.

Since Marcia’s spear was already doing such a great job at hurting the girl, they decided to use it to finish her off as well. After the last one of them using her ass pulled out, they quickly brought her spear to it. Its cold, metallic blade pressed against her stretched out sphincter - working its way inside her. “W-wait, don’t-” As Marcia began to beg for her life, the men quickly drove the spear forwards. It’s huge, bladed tip sliced the walls of her rectum open before piercing through the end of it - cutting straight into her bowels. “N-no, please! Don’t kill me!” Marcia called out as her own weapon continued to traverse up her abdomen - spearing through her etrails. As if having them be cut apart wasn’t bad enough, the spear’s long shaft rubbed against her cut-up insides, only driving these injuries more painful. While the spear followed up her body, its bloody journey left her insides bleeding quite severly - the girl already starting to feel weak as the spear cut through her midriff. Traveling up her chest - on the outside, her small breasts were pretty bruised - the spear punctured her lungs, only making her bleeding even more severe.

At that point, Marcia was crying, her tears flowing down the sides of her face. “L-let me -ugh!- live… S-spare -gah- me!” She begged the rebels over and over - coughing out blood because of her ruined lung - but the men didn’t even bother replying. Instead, they just pushed the spear further in - up until it left her body through a hole it opened in the side of her neck. The girl only barely registered this fresh pain - her body weakened because of all the blood she had lost. It wouldn’t be long until she succumbed to it - her body just spasming on the spear coming right through her.
"..Queen Elincia… …I'm so…sorry… …I failed…you… …Brother…" Marcia’s final thoughts were directed towards her liege and Makalov. One of them was already dead… And the other would meet a similar fate very soon.

With the impalement of the girl finished, the men picked her body up. Pushing the butt of the lance into the ground, they dug it deep enough to stabilize it. Then, they let go of Marcia - the girl’s corpse slowly sliding down her spear, leaving a bloody smear over it. As she continued down, her legs hit the ground - splaying on the ground below. With them being spread like that, anyone who would come to visit the stables would have an easy time fucking her pussy - which was still intact. The holes in her hands and feet would also be free to use by anyone who would come to visit the stables - Marcia’s body becoming both a gruesome ornament and a very versatile sex doll.