Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, the young khajiit adventurer Nadia Al-Rihad lies broken and bloody, her armor and clothing are torn apart, and she is dying. she grasps at a dagger that pierces her neck, and struggles to keep her focus and stifle the flow of blood. the knife cut slightly into her artery and she knows if she pulls it or moves it too much, she will bleed out in seconds. her triumphant adversaries, two male Dremora troops loom hungrily over her, and the khajiit girl knows they plan to use her body thoroughly in its last moments, respite from a long day’s battle. 

Nadia kicks weakly as they advance. The first soldier, a red-skinned beast with dreadful horns grabs and squeezes her bleeding throat and straddles her bare midriff, stroking its soft grey fur and pondering her strange metallic gold striping. Only moments ago, the young woman was confident and ferocious. Now she tries to put on a brave face, but he looks into scared, pleading eyes. They are big and bright green, pitiful tears roll down her red-striped cheeks. She is a beautiful specimen. Pinning her to the ground, he draws his dagger and slices her top down the middle, pulling it away to reveal two perfectly shaped, if modesty sized, furry breasts. As he pinches at one of her stiff nipples, he brushes her belly, contemplating the odd fact that she only has two, despite being feline. No matter, he crushes her breast in an iron grip, and grasps her lower jaw around the chin, prying it open. Blood seeps from the corners of her lips as his fingers force her tongue out and the dremora inspects her wide maw and sharp teeth. He glides two fingers down the length of her tongue, making her gag. It’s slightly rough, that gives him an idea. 

Meanwhile the second figure, an imposing warrior with grey skin kicks her legs aside and tears off her skirt, revealing her thin pink lips and the cute pucker of her anus. Grasping her toned thighs, he hunches down to bury his nose in her crotch and huffs her scent. He notes that she is well groomed, but her fur is damp with sweat even from their altogether short battle, and her odor is still vaguely present. She winces as he spreads her legs wide and slowly, deliberately, slides a large, inordinately slimy tongue over her anus and slit. He grins wickedly when he realizes she is already wet. He briefly probes into each of her holes. Her flavor is intoxicating, and in seconds he is rock hard.

The red dremora eases foreword onto his knees, now straddling her chest. One hand still holding her jaw, he grips the hair on the back of her head and swiftly invades her mouth. Her rough tongue is exhilarating to him as he rubs his head and shaft upon it, then pushes deeper into her critically wounded throat. Nadia gags, her tongue is forced again from her mouth and she reflexively licks his sack as it slaps against her chin. He rams himself into her maw so violently that he cracks her nose on his pelvis. Blood spackles his waist as Nadia spits and sneezes, desperately trying to breathe through her busted nasal passage. Her neck wound becomes a steady seep as the dremora continues using her head as a cocksleeve. 

Nadia suddenly feels a massive head and shaft slide in between between her dripping vulva, she gasps as it begins forcing itself in. The grey dremora lifts her legs over his shoulders and Nadia lets out a pained moan as he begins to force himself in and out of her small pussy. He operates slowly at first, and when he realizes she isn’t going to get any looser, starts to piston in and out of her as hard as he can. He rams against her cervix over and over until it gives way, his inhuman dick fills her womb. It collapses as he pulls out and stretches to the point of tearing when he shoves it up into her abdomen with each thrust. yet he still has almost half his length to spare. He continues this for some minutes. With each violent thrust from both of her assailants, blood squirts from Nadia’s neck. Despite her best wishes, her crotch remains dripping wet. He wastes no time in pulling out with a wet pop, almost bringing her vagina  with him. his large hand grasps her pubic mound. he pushes her sex back in and slides his thumb into her cunt, pressing up against the inside, literally gripping her around the pubic bone.

As she struggles against his grip, Nadia feels a hard pressure on her anus. A moment later, a slick, massive head pops through her tight pucker and surges forth, the shaft filling her rectum quickly and pushing deep into her colon. She yelps weakly as her anus tears and she feels her intestines stretching to their limit around his mass. Her attacker’s girth proves too much to retract smoothly - she prolapses as he pulls away, and immediately plunges back in. Her belly and navel bulge from the head of his cock sliding across the inner wall of her tummy. She feels her innards beaten and scrambled like eggs. Nadia’s petite breasts bounce and roll loosely as her attacker pumps viciously into her bowels.

Nadia’s consciousness begins to falter from blood loss, her eyes start to lose focus. Now, the grey one picks up her leg with his free hand and tears loose the foot wrap portion of her open-toed boot so that he can get at her sole. Grasping her arch, he wipes some of the dirt off with his thumb before diving in. The dremora’s eyes roll as he savors the salty flavor of her bare foot, damp with sweat and an ever so faint odor. His tongue soaks the bottom of her sole in his saliva, her toes splay apart as his tongue works under and between them.

Her other killer finally pulls himself out of her throat. His dick slides out dripping with blood and mucus. She coughs and gasps for air, strings of saliva trail between her lips and his cock. He moves to her side. Having drawn his dagger, He grabs Nadia’s free leg, smirking at his comrade who is lost in violating her ass and sucking greedily on the toes of her other foot. He pulls her boot off completely, baring her lower leg and foot, then places the dagger upon the back crease of her Achilles’ tendon and begins sawing. Nadia groans and twitches as he gradually severs her skin and sinews at the ankle and twists her foot, breaking the joint with a sickening snap. At this point, Nadia vomits upon herself, soaking her chest in blood and her half-digested breakfast. 

The soldier laughs as he drops her leg and his dagger. He gives the pads of her severed foot a playful sniff and a kiss, and begins rubbing himself against her limp toes and forefoot. Then he turns his attention to her chest. 

Nadia’s top had covered little, exposing her midriff from hips to ribcage, something the red dremora finds irresistible. From the moment they encountered her, he waited for this moment. He draws his jagged sword and pokes the tip into the helpless cat girl’s exposed midriff. She cuts her hands grasping the blade, but he presses hard, and Nadia’s scream is cut short. She groans and coughs as he plunges the sword though the center of her abdomen.

Continuing to pleasure himself with her foot, he manipulates the sword with his free hand causing Nadia to writhe and moan in agony as he wrenches and swirls the blade within her belly, aiming to scramble her innards. She feels Her bowels twist and tear, the wide blade and tip lacerate and puncture her stomach and liver, he skewers a kidney. 

Nadia’s face is contorted in agony. she winces, a mixture of blood and bile spills from the corners of her mouth and she lets out another choked scream as she feels the sword sloshing around within her innards, this time she feels a warm release between her legs as her bowels and bladder relieve themselves, much to the sick pleasure of the soldier who is still using her intestine as a condom. He bites down on her toes in bliss, drawing blood (and almost severing two of them) as her warm bodily waste coats his member. but Nadia’s humiliation is overshadowed by pain. Her bloodied hands grasp desperately at the blade, but to no avail. The red dremora slowly pulls his blade from her stomach. With fading eyes she watches a loop of her small intestine slipping out, hooked on the jagged edge. Shredded bowels blossom from the wound as the grey dremora penetrates her deeply one last time, gushing seed into her ruined bowels. They retract slightly as he pulls out with a wet slop, leaving a concave void in her belly. 

Prolapse is now an understatement, as her anus and rectum are so ruined that her guts seem to slip out of her on their own now. A pungent mixture of cum, wet feces, and blood spills out of her, the twinge of her urine still fills the air. Nadia is dying humiliated and writhing in her own filth. The grey dremora pulls the dagger from her throat, cementing her fate. Blood spills freely from her neck and as she slips away, she only sees her killers. The grey one fondles her breasts and grasps the side of her head, his thumb at the back of her throat pulling the corner of her mouth, baring her teeth. She tastes herself on his fingers. The red one simply lounges on a nearby rock exploring his new toy. Her last thought is of the absurdity of seeing her own severed foot used as a plaything.

The red dremora presses on each of her pads. The severed foot is cold now, but still pliable. He squeezes each toe, extending and retracting her sharp claws, seemingly entranced by their function. He looks up at the his victim for a moment and sees that she is gone. Her wide green eyes have dilated and stare blankly ahead. Her tongue rolls loosely out the side of her mouth. The pair of dremora decide it is time to move on. The grey one presses on Nadia’s chest and traces the edge of the gash in her belly before sliding two of his fingers in. He curiously rolls them around in her guts for a moment before plunging his hand into the wound. Nadias body convulses as he shoves upward and rips into her diaphragm to grasp her heart. With a grunt he slowly tears it free and squeezes it empty, placing it, along with her severed foot, in his satchel. They depart, as suddenly as they arrived, leaving the Khajiit girl’s broken corpse that moments later is being ripped apart by the roaming clannfear.