\n\t\t\t\t\tMrs_SteinLil story by: me, duh :3
\t// “Nadahi Al-Rihad of Hammerfell, age of nineteen! For the crime of petty thievery, you are to be put to death by means of public execution. Have you last words for the people?”
\t“Tch.” Nadia glared upwards and spit through bloody lips. The high priest studied her battered face.”Fuck the people.” she grimaced at a sharp pain in her ribs, then put on a crooked grin for the boisterous crowd of angry townsfolk. Bits of food and rocks and garbage were hurled at the naked girl as she kneeled with her legs spread, hands tied high above her head behind a wooden post at her back. The sun beat down on her black fur despite the crisp breeze, and the eroded wood of the raised platform chewed into her knees. Two arrows had already been loosed into her thighs, and another pinned one of her feet to the wood through the pad of her forefoot. Dissuasion measures that were administered after she tried to slip away just minutes ago. Try as she may, Nadia couldn’t hope to even move her limbs now. Her arms were pulled too tightly, and the muscles of her legs refused to budge. She sneered defiantly at the festival goers, gathered under be bright stringers of multi-colored flags, with their fine garb and pompous demeanor. Every man or woman had drinks or snacks, the odd turkey leg or slice of ham, flagon of ale. The children pranced about with candy and sweets, it was a regular frostfall celebration, and she was one of the main events.
\t“Very well. Archer, at your behest.” The priest stepped aside, making way for a large hooded man sporting a longbow equipped with crude iron arrows. He stepped in front of Nadia and took aim. The young panther woman squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth as she heard the wooden bow creak and bend.
*THWIP*
\t“UEGHH...aughh...” The crowd roared. White hot pain streaked across her brain and Nadia groaned as she felt the first arrow drive itself deep into her lower abdomen. The archer was clearly aiming for something, and he met his mark. A burning pain radiated from what she could only guess was an ovary. She might have been impressed if she wasn’t choking back tears. The archer drew again, stepping closer.
*THWIP*
\t“HAUGH- GODS, URRGHH!” Spittle flew from her lips as another arrowhead struck true, the cold iron impaling her sensitive belly-button and embedding itself inside the warm coils of her small intestine. The pain arched up her back and into her chest as she breathed hard, the fletching bobbing up and down with every breath. She cried out again as her executioner gave the shaft a playful slap before stepping back. He drew once more.
*THWIP*
\t“AH-ughh...” Nadia’s pitiful wailing grew weaker with each penetration, her belly swiftly becoming a veritable pin cushion. She looked down at her once beautiful tummy, now pouring blood from her new holes. The archer, in all his oddly precise understanding of the female anatomy, had succeeded in skewering the uterus itself, albeit slightly off-center. He took this time to approach her, spurred on by the cries of ravenous townsfolk, and grabbed hold of two of the arrows in her gut. A shock tore through her body as he twisted the arrow in her navel, spooling up her guts like pasta on a fork. Her abs tensed in response, making the pain all the worse. Thick tears welled up in her eyes, though she tried her best to hold them back. Groaning through gritted teeth, the now palid girl watched with a certain bewilderment as he swished the arrows around inside of her, thrusting them up into the rest of her guts and down, then further in and back out, for what felt like an excruciating several hours. In reality, mere minutes had passed. She felt the tug of her ovary as he forced its embedded arrow further into her, and leaned into it, catching the tip on her pelvic bone. “AHH! STOP! STOP!” She started to wet herself, and snot dripped down the sobbing Khajitt’s nose as her composure broke and she pleaded, much to the sick delight of the townsfolk. She heard them laugh and taunt.
\tThe arrow cracked, then snapped under the man’s weight, sending waves of agony arching up her spine. He lost his balance slightly and fell on the arrow in her uterus for support. Her scream caught in her throat and she could do naught but croak and gasp, wide green eyes locked on to the arrows impaling her delicate belly.
\t“Ah, it’ll be alright,” he said, patting her bare chest. “I’ll let you rest now.” He turned to the priest and nodded. “People! An intermission! Don’t worry, our specimen will wait for us here.” He joked and with that, the two stepped away and off the platform to enjoy a drink with the crowd, leaving Nadia to steep in her agony and grief under the glaring sun. Her head throbbed, her stomach ached with pure fire. Blood pooled gradually between her legs, diluted by her own urine.
\t-How humiliating- she thought. -to die like this…it wasn’t supposed to end this way...- she yelped as a stray rock pegged her nose, coaxing a stream of blood to spill onto her chest. The girl drooped defeatedly, sobbing shamefully as she watched the jovial festival goers ogle her attractive naked form and striking fur coat. An hour or two must have passed before the hooded man came lumbering back up the stairs, prompting the townsfolk to reconvene at the base of Nadia’s platform. Breathing heavily, she looked up at the man and his bow, arrow nocked and ready. She braced as she heard the snap of the string.
*CHUK*
\t“Nghh! Huhh...*h-hurk*” Nadia coughed up her last meal (along with a helping of blood) and looked down again to see the newest arrow protruding from under the ridge of her ribcage. The head had pierced clean through her belly, stomach and out her back. Now a sickening feeling lingered at the back of her throat that pulsed with every twitch of a muscle. Nadia’s lungs wanted to heave, but her abdomen was on fire, her thighs stung and her pinned foot ached. How she wished she could just will death upon herself as she resorted to short, tentative sips of air.
\t“Let’s see how you do with this one, cat.” the executioner readied his bow again and took aim at one of her breasts. Nadia was so tired and delirious now that she merely groaned and flinched as it speared just below her nipple and drove past her ribs into a lung. She took a croaking breath, blood dripping from her lips, then the panther’s head rolled back, mouth wide open and tongue poking out as she choked for air. Blood welled up quickly, spattering on her face and chest as she coughed it out. The archer drew a short knife and stepped to her side, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look back down at her ruined body. At the priest’s beck, Nadia’s recent wealthy “victims” made their way to the platform armed with permission to do to her whatever they please.
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\tSuddenly, Nadia felt herself being molested and violated by the same malicious, vengeful hands from which she had stolen. Waves of pain tore through her body as those hands roughly massaged her thighs and belly, groped her breasts and bloodied face, exploring every inch of her trembling flesh. She felt fingers make their way between her legs, her slit moistening as they teased at her openings and gradually slid inside, swirling and exploring within her depths. Nadia twitched violently as the arrow in her uterus was twisted inside of her, just before she felt the sharp tip of a new arrow pressing up against her pucker. She screamed hoarsely as it was pushed in, pink stained with red as the crude edges forced their way inside of her, tearing her tight tail hole. Once inside, the arrow was twirled and shoved, the young woman holding the shaft chuckled and grinned wickedly as she fucked the poor Khajiit with the weapon. One more fresh arrow was pressed up to her cunt and thrust inside deeply, ripping through her cervix. Nadia, drooling blood and saliva, tensed her abs reflexively but otherwise didn’t budge as she felt the tips of the arrows shredding the walls of her colon and womb and scraping against the other arrows protruding from her belly. She was struck with a sudden climax as the arrows in her holes teased and pricked her more sensitive spots, and she moaned in orgasm for the last time, prompting a snicker from her rapists. The girl leaned in to kiss her passionately, her free hand still wrenching the arrow embedded in Nadia’s womb. She gulped as she felt the cold steel of a knife against her throat.
\t“guh...p-pleathh...” Bloody spittle escaped her lips as she pleaded. The executioner cocked his head. A sudden plea for life? Or perhaps begging for death? He shrugged nonchalantly and swept the blade across Nadia’s jawline.
\t“Eurghh...gughh…” Nadia gasped and gurgled as thick red liquid began to spill out of her slit throat. She coughed and sneezed blood out of her nostrils, her eyes widening in a final state of mortal panic. Still holding her hair, the hooded man bent her head back to expose her neck further and drew his blade across it once more, carving through her throat, down to the bone. Jets of hot dark blood spewed into the air as Nadia’s naked body convulsed and shuddered. She was faintly aware of one of her killers hugging her around the waist and running a tongue from her belly up to her neck, imbibing her sapid blood. For a horrifying moment, her world lifted from her body when her head was finally severed from her shoulders. In her last few seconds, Nadia gazed down at her bloody corpse, the men pleasuring themselves over her limp body and ejecting their seed over her soft fur. The girl had pulled the arrow from Nadia’s sex and licked it clean before diving in to taste for herself. Her vision faded over the sight of the cheering crowd. Laughing, mocking faces that drank and ate and celebrated. It felt like an eternity.
\tThe festivities continued under the slain girl into the night, and in the crisp early morning, her corpse was set up for display in the town square, arrows and all. A sign was planted in front of her body reading “FOR PUBLIC USE // NADAHI AL-RIHAD // AGE:19 // PETTY THIEVERY” upon which was mounted her head, slacked jaw and face dripping with various samples of semen from passers-by, one milky white glob oozed off her open eyelid and across the tacky surface of her dilated eyeball. One last arrow was driven between her beautiful green eyes and into her brain.
\tOnce it began to spoil, whatever was left of her body would be butchered and fed to the pigs. Her head remained with the sign, however, as a warning for would-be larcenists looking to stake their claim. None would pick up where Nadia had left off.//