\n\t\t\t\t\tMrs_SteinFor your immersive pleasure, a small contextual story by me :3
—— Nadia squints as the sack is pulled from her head. Her armor has been taken away, leaving her in nothing but undergarments and a loose fitting tunic. The Khajiit girl’s arms are bound together at the small of her back, her bare feet stand on a crude wooden box situated under a gallows beam, a sight she has admittedly seen before; but this one is, curiously, missing a rope. A horde of angry townsfolk surround the tall platform, shouting obscenities and violent threats, mostly sexual in nature, at the bound panther. *all this for lifting a few coin purses? ah, no worries,* she thinks to herself. *Raavi will be along shortly, she always is.* Her eyes scan the crowd for the white tigress, her would-be savior. Nothing. Her brow furrows slightly.
“Hey!” She squirms as the guards grab the collar of her shirt and tear open the front, then pull it down off her shoulders. They undo her bra, exposing her chest and petite breasts. “Get off me!” She struggles, then gags suddenly as one of them plants a sharp jab under her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. Fire burns in her chest.
“Silence, prisoner. Speak when spoken to.”
An imperial priest of the local Chantry climbs onto the platform, approaching the squirming cat. He looks at her chest, taking one of her furry breasts in hand, squeezing it, and pinching her small pink nipple. She growls, baring her teeth, and spits at him. The priest smirks and wipes his face clean with her torn shirt before turning to the crowd.
“Good people of Kvatch! We have a lawbreaker on our hands! A thieving rat caught in the act! We do not tolerate larceny In our city, do we?” The crowd roars with shouts and boos. “Therefore, I condemn this hapless creature to be publicly defiled and executed, a demonstration of righteous justice to you, my fellow citizens! Let her body be stripped down to naked, as to bare her darkest secrets to the world!”
The guards tear away her tunic completely.
“Violate her as she would violate this holy city!”
Nadia blushes harshly as her bottoms are pulled down to her ankles. “What are you-ueghh!“ she is slammed in the gut again. One of the guards forces her to bend over forward and rests the edge of his sword against her neck. She winces as she feels the other grab her hips and force himself into her, groaning with pleasure at her small opening.
“uhnn…~” A small moan escapes her mouth as the guard happily thrusts into her, causing her blush to deepen in shame. Still bent forward, she tilts her head up and looks around for her companion, trying to ignore the seething, shouting crowd. Still nothing. Concern grows in the back of her mind. *sure is taking her sweet time…*
“Looking for someone?” The priest tosses a bloodied ruby circlet onto the deck at Nadia’s feet. “We know about your little friend. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.” He chuckles.
Shocked, frustrated tears well up in her eyes. “What?” She sniffles. “No…y-you bast-AGHH!?”
Her wide green eyes look down to see a dagger planted deeply in her lower abdomen, just above the pubic mound. “Urgh!” Nadia grits her teeth as the guard grabs her hair with his free hand and yanks her head backwards, arching her back and stretching her punctured midriff as he continues raping her.
“Now shall the lowly thief’s belly be torn asunder so we may witness her impurity from the inside! Rip her open ‘til we lay plain her soul’s corruption before Akatosh! May he have mercy on your soul!”
Nadia screams as the dagger carves upwards to her sternum, angrily slicing her soft, slender belly in half like one of those damned coin purses. Mouth agape, dripping saliva, the young Khajiit watches in bewilderment as the coils of her intestine begin to slip out. Spurred on by the guard’s thrusting, a mass of slimy innards suddenly vacates her stomach cavity, landing with a wet slop on the wooden deck.
“Guhhhh…” The sucking, hollow sensation is sickening, Nadia grows pale under her black fur.
The priest turns toward the trembling girl, still speaking aloud for all to hear.
“I will not waste material on your meaningless death. You are to be strung up by your own viscera, hanged by the neck until dead. Then the people will have your corpse. You shall not die well, thief.” He looks at the guards.
“Do it.”
Nadia looks at Ko’Raava’s circlet again, crying pitifully as the guard ejaculates in her tunnel and finally pulls out. She is stood upright, and tries to maintain some modicum of dignified grace and posture, even as rough hands dive into her belly to pull out a length of her large intestine. The guard wraps it around her neck, stretching it taught and looping it over the beam.
“Ngh! P…plea-ack!” Suddenly, they pull, hard. Nadia’s small body is lifted just inches off of the ground. Dignity be damned, she kicks her feet wildly, the tips of her toes pointing desperately, claws scratching at the wood. She hadn’t expected it to hurt *this* much. Her slick intestine cinches tightly into the crevice of her neck, tucking itself under her jawline and strangling her. They hammer several nails through the gut to secure it, much to Nadia’s great discomfort, then step back to enjoy her struggle. Breasts swaying, tail twitching, golden stripes glinting in the sun. The audience roars in excitement as she chokes and gags, swinging helplessly with her arms still bound behind her.
Nadia looks over the riotous crowd once again. some shout and scream, their faces filled with hate and hunger. Others pleasure themselves, ogling her naked form. She grunts as a rock pelts her face, splitting her lip.
“Let this stand as a stark reminder to all the scum that may roam our alleys and markets! There is no place for you in Kvatch! To be found is inevitable, then you will die and be lost to history, just as the creature before you!”
As her vision darkens, the crowd storms the gallows platform, encircling the naked girl. Nadia feels hands grab her exposed breasts and thighs, others grope and spread her rear, lifting her tail. Her tight holes are penetrated and molested with fingers, tongues and various other objects. Someone plays with her twitching feet and toes. She eventually feels the sharp bite of a dagger sawing through her ankle.
*Damn you, Raavi. Why’d…you let them…kill…y…* her thoughts trail off into blackness, leaving her spasming body to the ravenous townsfolk.
Meanwhile In a prison cell under the cathedral, the naked, mangled corpse of a white Khajiit lies unceremoniously dumped on chest and knees just inside a cell door, its well used hindquarters left sticking up in the air. A mouse curiously sniffles at its bloody hide. Something shifts. The mouse squeaks and scurries off. An ear twitches, blue embers begin to crackle in the body’s grievous wounds. Ko’Raava’s head, having been cracked wide open, sits on top of a broken, twisted neck. Suddenly, her red eyes shoot open, ablaze with vampiric fury. ——