The men that finally closed in on Kai Schren didn't care that she was one of the youngest generals of her time. They didn't care that she was a master tactician. Or that she was a high value target, that could have been ransomed off for some heavy price, pulling in much needed funds. Or that capturing her would be some sort of political coupe. No, they didn't care about that at all.

As they tied her hands high above her head, her mouth bound and stuffed with her own panties, all they cared about was fucking her. She was a hell of a looker, naked as she was, bound with her hands high on the pole, and her legs forced apart, each one lashed to a stake in the dirt. The men took their turns with Kai, each one taking her pussy, or ass, forcing her up and down the wooden rod, as they impaled her with their pricks.

Some chose to spill themselves on her stomach, or her gorgeous tits. A few enterprising soldiers stood up on an overturned cart, when they were about to cum, so that they could stain her hair and face. One bastard managed to get her square in the eye, earning a string of curses from the bound woman.

Most however, chose to loose their seed inside of her, be it her cunt, or her ass. She protested -of course she did - right to the end, screaming herself ragged into her own sodden panties, thrashing about. She was a General. This was not something one did to a person such as herself. But the men only saw a young, foolish girl, that had a uniform on and that made her a target. Plain and simple.

The last man to use her was the platoon's commander. And he chose her ass, fucking her hard and fast. She'd had a lot of cocks, but to his pride, his' was the thickest. He made her sequel and pant, to buck and scream. She came, much to her shame, from this cock, as she had from some of the others. He laughed at this, as he finally drained his nuts in her, feeling his heat pulse deep into her back channel, hearing her sob and whimper. He smirked, and pulled away, the last of his cum spurting onto her thigh. He didn't even bother to wipe himself off, just took a step back and looked her over.

"You're a dumb cunt, you know that?" he told her, tilting her head up a bit to force her to look him in the eye. He smirked, and held out his hand. One of the soldiers stepped forward and handed him a wicked looking Stiletto Knife. It was long, and thin, gleaming, with a dark lacquered wooden handle. It ended with a small end cap that bore his nations flag on it. His hand held her jaw tight as his eyes never wavered. He drove the blade into her chest with a fierce thrust, and watched her eyes as the tip bit into, and then speared through her chest. They went wide with shock and pain, and a new scream bubbled up behind her lingerie gag.

He held the blade there, as she sobbed and heaved, her heart trying to pump blood, but the organ too damaged to manage. Time seemed to drag out for her, as the chest thudded, but her vision grew darker and darker. The last thing she saw was his smiling face. Then the lights went out in her eyes, and he wrinkled his nose as she voided herself, leaving a puddle at her feet.

They left her there, knife in her chest, legs splayed wide for the next bunch of soldiers to find, and do with what they would, as a warning to the enemy. Don't be out alone.

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Kara Zor El, of the house of El, captured and bound in a room full of kryptonite to subdue her powers. How do you finish her?