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And beyond that the arrayed yellow-brown-furred legs of the same sort of monsters she had thrown herself at...\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nAnd Cinnamon jerked awake! Orange-black ears perked up, yellow-brown eyes in tortoise-shell patterned face suddenly wide as she gasped, and tried to straighten upright. And couldn't [i]bang[/i] her head on anything, sure, but the sudden catch of motion still got a startled, strangled noise out of her anyway.\n\nTail was still working. Went right [i]up[/i] exclamation-point fashion, and bristly. And then stayed bristly as she squirmed in the situation she found herself in,\n\n\"H-Hey, what...hey!\"\n\nBecause her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to those legs. And up them.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nThe changes to the 'rules' just kept coming. Gnolls were supposed to have [i]clothes[/i]. Sure, they were mostly just rags and hanging cloth, but these creatures didn't even have [i]that[/i]. Just up the yellow-brown fur to the beginnings of darker splotches, and while some still had the odd string belt or wooden gauntlet, when eyes finally reached the tops of that first pair of legs she had followed from the ground...\n\nThat was very obviously, and in full, life-like detail, a sheath. One which was already displaying a threatening little cone of pink. Plenty of others were in similar states of nascent arousal, but it was that first gnoll that [i]grinned[/i] its unsettling canid grin and stepped forward. Big, clawed hand-paw reached underneath the wooden blocks that held her trapped, out of view, and while Cinnamon got an even more comprehensive view of that utterly inappropriate crotch feature, she'd feel something snag at her chest armor and then [i]yank[/i] and -\n\nRip. Impossible to look back with the wood in the way of lowering her chin that far, but it should be obvious that her chest was bare. 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And typically you needed mods installed to see any more than that, but....probably safe to say there were plush, perfectly-defined black folds between those shaking thighs, before they squeezed together again as she yanked at the stocks, trying to look behind her and in front of her at once.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nNo sign of *Minerva, but that probably wasn't surprising. It was already special that she had come to speak to everyone at the beginning of this 'event'! And as for the menu...\n\nFunnily enough, that [i]worked[/i]! Sort of. Or at least, some elements of the UI could be summoned up, with the limited use Cinnamon still had of her hands and fingers. Just a shame that almost none of the functions responded, at best bringing up a status screen that helpfully reported the 0% durability state of her armor... and gave her a nice, impressively detailed 'paper doll' to let her see her own naked body.\n\nHP: ???\nSP: ???\nStatus: Normal | Maiden\n\nCinnamon could clamp her thighs all she liked, but that almost cartoonishly evil, growling laughter that followed just preceded one big, rough paw grabbing about the base of her tail and [i]yanking[/i] it upwards, while what felt like the one had just [i]smacked[/i] her dug its digits firmly in against the soft, fine-furred flesh and [i]tugged[/i]. There were plenty of views for the watchers beyond the assembled gnolls, but at least one of them was a fine framing of her most intimate places, as revealed by dark claws digging and tug-parting her behind. Pointed tips grazed against those dark nether lips.\n\nAnother of the gnolls had stepped out the crowd, and like many of them that ruddy pink, too-long looking shaft now hung fully and partially stiff in view. Cinnamon would have just long enough to admire the more... [i]blocky[/i] shape of its tip before claws were in her hair, [i]yanking[/i] her head and her gaze upward. Knock of her skull against the wood of the pillory, but not before she'd been craned far enough to take in the sneer-grinning face of a long, black-haired... [i]female[/i]? So-implied the slightly different facial structure anyway. And the bared, muscle-firmed breasts.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nShe spent a moment staring at the much-reduced UI. No exclaimed questions now, just...eyes slipped past it, to the [i]forest[/i] of emerging penises. And then she was looking, a bit frantically, for the Log Out command.\n\nIt SHOULD be very readily accessible of course. 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Just.. ghosted, like one of those functions a newbie hadn't yet unlocked, but was still there to egg them on with possibilities. Possibilities like being able to be away from the forest of disquietingly shaped penises and leering hyena-kin, and back in the safety of her own bedroom. And especially not having a gnoll.. woman? jerking her hips forward to squash that slick, square-bulbous tip against her cheek while she kept Cinnamon's head wrenched uncomfortably upward.\n\n\"Open up,\" the female's voice still had that harsh, guttural edge, same as the one had taken her clothes, but there was a sultry note even still, even as that grin sharpened at the [i]noise[/i] Cinnamon made for having her bottom clenched, tugged, and scraped open.\n\n\"Pretty pink -\" the snarling voice behind her was almost singsong as things were exposed! 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The other too-long-fingered paw still had its grip around the base of her tail, and acted as an uncomfortable brace against the force of the others punching-penetrating [i]in[/i] and - \n\nThe female wasted no time. Just cramming the narrow-looking-but-thick-by-dint-of-sheer-size shaft against the shrieking girl's face, plugging her mouth and squashing her tongue all in the one motion, even trying to bash back of her throat! And behind her! Out slid the fingers... and then back [i]in[/i], slamming with all the strength those knotted-muscled arms must have had to punch knuckles against those plush pussy lips, again, and again and with building speed and ever less care for claws -\n\nA growling, groaning sound as the mottled shaft shimmered through Cinnamon's hobbled UI, but there was still just enough to see the change all the same! The other details might be being disrupted by the pseudo-phallus trying to cram ever further through them, but just above and to the left?\n\nStatus: Normal | [S]Maiden[/S]\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\n\"OmMMMMGRRFFFFFGLGLGLGLGGLLGGH!!!!!\" Shriek into muffled [i]scream[/i] into possibly very fetching [i]GURGLE[/i], as pretty black lips formed neatly around face-raping phallus, and a particular [i]jerk[/i] as if something had thudded the back of her throat was accompanied by a punctuating GLUCK!\n\nAnd shudder-[i]jerk[/i] of her whole body, kicking her feet and trying to thrash free of...all of it. To no effect at all, except for her not-quite-squatting, which meant the next SHOVE of gnoll fingers thudded even deeper, got a [i]SCREAM[/i] nicely muffled against the phallus trying to make its way further into her.\n\nPlush folds [i]squashing[/i] under thudding knuckles, over and over while each impact made her [i]jump[/i], bouncing ample young breasts with gripped, bushy tail keeping her from ever getting away from thudding fingers. Bright pink visible around hammering fingers, and her yellow eyes filling with tears, but not enough that she couldn't make out that little change on her UI. Even more horror...next sweet noise came out as a guttural GLLOORRCK as psuedo-phallus pushed in far enough her throat [i]bulged[/i].\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nAnd the growling [i]laughter[/i] from all around her, at least a portion of the gnolls - and yes, the females were apparently all so equipped - were quite openly pleasuring themselves to the sight. A pretty cat girl adventuress 'had likely fought her way through so many of their kin, taking a female's shaft down her face while a male crouched behind and mercilessly assaulted her folds in what could only be described as a bloody fingerbanging? Who could blame them for finding some gratification in [i]that[/i] picture?\n\nStill, trying to throat rape a girl in a pillory did have its own challenges, not least angles. But those were just as easily resolved with a good bit of brute force! Long, clawed fingers in Cinnamon's hair pressed and twisted, forcing an awful angle as she lined up mouth and neck and [i]bucked[/i] all the harder. That bulge in the girl's throat - and hips were now close enough to her pretty muzzle that the UI fizzled away. It had performed the important job of making sure she recognized the defloration, anyhow.\n\nHips worked, back and forth, all in an effort to get plush with Cinnamon's face - the fingers even took ahold of her ears, just for a little extra leverage! ...Someone, or something, had to be cheating. Even if the girl cared to try employing them, teeth just would not deter progress deeper into her face.\n\nBut at least the fingers finally, eventually, stopped! Apparently [i]that[/i] gnoll had taken slick sounds coming from his work - for whatever reason - as sign he could move on. He'd stood up, and with a tug to [i]hike[/i] her tail all the higher, was trying to line something else up there behind.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nThe pumping fingers had a secondary effect too: namely that despite the hold on her tail, athletic catgirl body jerked and wrenched itself downward [i]just[/i] enough she was squatting somewhat with her wrists and neck still stuck in the position they were.\n\nIt made for an obscene picture, with the [i]jiggle[/i] that ran through her bottom every time bloodied knuckles thumped her crotch, the way her bowed legs shuddered, kicked, bushy tail twitch-lashing above where it was held.\n\nOne foot coming up to flail a moment before trying to plant itself against the pillory as if she might wedge herself free, and all the while the muffled ever more frantic \"MrrRGGGGHH-GGH-GGGH-GGH\" of girl who had absolutely carved her way through hundreds of these creatures before without ever thinking on it too much.\n\nTeeth useless, and ears not so use[i]ful[/i] for handles but cute in that roll nonetheless, it shouldn't take long for yellow-furred hips to [i]thump[/i] up against her face.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nCertainly the hands gripping ears and hair and skull were only really using the latter two very much, but there was clearly gratification in feeling girl's response to being wrenched about by those cute ears nonetheless. The female was determined, too! Only faintly feminine [i]grunts[/i] every time her hips drove closer to Cinnamon's face, all while that horribly out of place, too-long shaft bored deeper and...\n\nHips met pretty feline face at the same time as the bulge finally disappeared out of view beyond the wooden block so utterly restrained the former adventurer's head and wrists. All as the hand and fingers had scraped and bruised her poor labia [i]slid[/i] out and free, that momentary horrid sensation of new emptiness.. before something conical and barely yielding nestled up in their place.\n\nOut slid the feminine shaft, all the way until just the head rested filling Cinnamon's muzzle, long-fingered paws still gripping while similar took ahold her behind and, \"Kitty ready?\" Sneering, sultry voice from the vaguely canine face leering down past muscular breasts, perhaps waiting for an acknowledgement... or just for her friend at the opposite end of the unfortunate cat girl to finish lining himself up. Claws again dug at lewdly wagging behind, and hips... and now she mightn't even be able to [i]lower[/i] that gripped leg she'd been trying to use as a lever before both gnolls [i]slammed[/i] forward.\n\nSimultaneously wrenched open a place ought have been much more gently encouraged to readiness and, if it hasn't already begun to show signs, crushed her face against firm, female pelvis with plenty enough force to raise bruises.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nFeminine phallus sliding out was met with a [i]sharp[/i] retching noise, then [i]gasp[/i], and heaved sob, tearful eyes scrunching up as black-and-orange kitty shuddered, pressed her foot more determinedly against the pillory as if it might make any difference.\n\nFelt that something touch her folds in back, and gulped in a squeaking little breath. Just in time for eyes to fly up to the lady gnoll in front of her, and even get a response in. A frantic, now-pleading shake of her head, bulging her cheeks this way and that as they bumped into the phallus tip inside them.\n\nAnd then she was properly [i]sandwiched[/i] between the two! Sharp [i]jiggle[/i] from her breasts, the [i]scream[/i] out of her turned into a kind of [i]honk[/i] turned into a GLRRGGGHck! Tweenager shuddering, hands splayed and then gripped to fists, eyes huge against gnoll groin as viciously-'prepared', soft folds quivered around the invader, and violated throat did the same.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nThe [i]groans[/i] that came out of both the girl's rapists were terrifically deep, feral things, and the resulting [i]shudders[/i] for the feel of tweenage throat and pussy clenched around both ought be absolutely palpable in turn. Anyone watching could probably make out some hint, to go with the distension of Cinnamon's throat and the unpleasant [i]bump[/i] showed through the smooth tummy she had always shown off whilst adventuring.\n\nAnd the moment lasted ever so long, both gnolls' claws raking through fur and over skin beneath...\n\nIt was the male that gave in first. Thrusts were initially just jerks of his comparatively narrow (beside the rest of that hulking figure) hips to [i]thud[/i] harder against pretty feline behind, never letting up the tension on her twisted tail... but pace only took moments, and in short order the female's luxuriating in the sensation of tweenage feline's gagging throat was interrupted by the sheer, vicious rhythm with which the hyenoid had begun to properly [i]rape[/i].\n\nSmall blessings for Cinnamon; the interruption to the 'woman's enjoyment earned an irritated growl, but [i]out[/i] she finally slid, another long backward stroke, another split secoond to gag and splutter and try to steal breath... \n\nAnd then [i]in[/i] once more.\n\nShe no longer held back either; inside a moment poor Cinnamon was trapped between two deceptively narrow sets of muscular hips, both piston-slamming against face and backside fit to bruise if not worse and the huffing [i]grunt grunt [b]grunt[/b][/i] of two wildly gratified monsters sounding off over her head.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nIt didn't take long for the scene to become almost unreasonably messy.\n\nSure, there was plenty of pornography that showed a woman (never a smaller teen this age, whatever the cover tried to pretend) in a similar situation to this. And maybe even got to the frantic [i]PLAP-GLUCK-PLAP-GLRCK-PLAP-GLORK[/i] pace that came right after they started.\n\nLines distinct in her pretty fur for a second, those long moments the lady gnoll had to enjoy peristalsis. But then they were [i]really[/i] going, and her GLORCK GLUCK GLRK had turned to one panicked, drawn out [i]QUACKUACKUACKUACKUACK[/i] as throat slime poured down her face, and huge panicked eyes got thumped repeatedly by furry groin until they were squinting, rolling backwards, feline nose scrunched as much as it could be, almost unhealthily so.\n\nAll while the fetching [i]jiggles[/i] from her pert tits and backside became [i]constant[/i], as though she'd been designed perfectly for [i]this[/i] exact use.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nAnd not to mention the sounds of their [i]impacts[/i], rhythmic [i]smacks[/i] and slaps and as various unfortunate still-kitten-really parts were used for their recoil to make the next slam of gnoll-hips all the better. ... And that beside the dull [i]thuds[/i] came of Cinnamon's shoulders and indeed jaw being slammed back and forth against the creaking, rattling pillory. Why did that make the female intermittently glance upward, as if concerned about something? There'd be no following her glance after all, not with her head still in the death grip of those uncomfortably shaped paws.\n\nSaliva and blood and whatever other fluids the three of them might be producing splashed the stone around base of the pillory, all while the grunting grew more and more frantic and the clawing grips less and less restrained. Sheer speed was stealing away any hope of catching breaths as the two monsters reached their peak, while bulbous tips saw-scraped through un-ready holes and...\n\nAnd of course they came together. The pair practically [i]howling[/i] out their snarling orgasms as Cinnamon found herself being filled from both ends. Thick, heavy, [i]hot[/i] monster seed spraying into her face and pussy with... less than realistic volume.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nThe sound design had remarkably good files for the [i]PLAP THUD CREAK PLAP THUD CREAK[/i] of two bodies this size absolutely brutalizing a third, smaller one, held in place as she was. Even without the stocks, she looked like she might not have escaped ever-more-frantically-gripping hands and claws, whole body wobbling as pretty eyes rolled most of the rest of the way back, battered jaw began to go slack.\n\nHer whole body was shuddering before the [i]howls[/i], and her eyes snapped forward again! To go [i]wide[/i] as her her throat shuddered before the audible [i]ulp, ulp, GULP[/i] sounds, to accompany the [i]Glrghle, Glrp, grggle[/i] of all the liquid gushing into her vagina and further. Squirting out of it onto the gnoll and the floor. Bulging her much-battered stomach just a bit, then a bit more, and then a bit more, joining the swell from all she was swallowing as semen dribbled, then [i]squirted[/i] from her nose.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nOf course something about this 'place' was already, clearly, a horrible sort of 'special'. 'Feeling' stuff might not be entirely new, but the sheer fidelity of it? It ought be no surprise that the sounds were just as perfect - and would probably have been transcendental if the experience wasn't being distilled down to the most realistic possible brutal violation of a trapped and helpless teenager.\n\nCinnamon got to enjoy her 'relief' from their brutality for all of the several, long seconds that their orgasms lasted, flooding her enough that there was very little sense of that same emptiness when [i]out[/i] the pair slid. Not until the inevitable overflow of off-white boiling up from inside of her.\n\nAnd that... was hardly the end, either. Already - barely avoiding shoving their predecessors out of the way - two more gnolls were lining up to take their turn, the roles reversed this time so that Cinnamon could enjoy and compare the experience of a male shaft being drilled down her neck and a female up her wrenched open pussy! The two were no gentler than the last, nor the two that followed, although as if concerned that their toy might be worn through by the callous train, every pair of furry hips that replaced the last was increasingly eager, their thrusting increasingly quick to become rapid and brutal, the gouts of gnoll cum spraying with less and less time in between each orgasm.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nIt took a toll! However reduced she was by the scenario, apparently she was still durable enough that she made it through aaaall that just fine!\n\nOr, a given definition of 'just fine': pouring throat slime and worse out of her face, mouth, nose and even eyes a little bit. Hanging slumped in the stocks, emitting only whimpers to go with the much more obscene [i]thrrpphblblphpht[/i] noises her holes made below as they leaked a seemingly endless amount of off-white.\n\nWheezing in teeny, tearful breaths, with the occasional hiccup escaping her. All effort at coherent words just reduced to quiet crying, for the moment.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\n[i]Out[/i] slid the final gnoll to use Cinnamon's now [i]thoroughly[/i] used pussy, one more unpleasant wet noise, and a [b][i]CRACK[/b] of a particularly vicious slap to add to all the others that cute, now rather injured-looking bottom had received over the course of her rape train. Extra harsh, as if the owner of that last palm to strike her hoped to get through to her past the brutally inflicted haze.\n\nAnd then... someone was working with the pillory! Splattered, stained wood was unlocked, and opened, and big paws took her wrists to stop Cinnamon simply tumbling. Supported her, helped her up to - wait, no, didn't help her up. [i]Turned[/i] her. And then thrust her straight back down to bang her neck against the wood before down came the block once more.\n\nShe was locked into place again, but if the previous position has been uncomfortable? Now her flexible feline body dangled in a backward arch. The only positive was that Cinnamon had chance to see a bit more - or at least a different angle. And that through haze and mess and... well.\n\nThe pillory was [i]much[/i] taller than her, for some reason. A square frame that rose high up above her with something pale at the top - and then a [i]splat[/i] as one, final, female gnoll's pseudopenis slapped down against her face, practically smothered her beneath the owners sack.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\n[i]CRACK[/i]. Maybe that sound could be incorporated into a new player interaction? Or was designed to be? This entire affair was an exceptional proof of concept for the new sound design. And it [i]did[/i] jerk the kitten awake again, gurgle-wet GASP and shriek, and another [i]thrppht[/i] squirt of white from both lower holes.\n\nThere was a moment's weak whimper when the stocks came undone, a hopeful look up of yellow eyes...and then around she was turned, and she had just time and breath enough to weakly offer up a \"Nnuh, no~\" with a desperate little sob to it before the whole thing clonked back down.\n\nUp on tippytoes! Wobbling and shaking in place, as eyes traveled up the length of startlingly tall structure, and up, and up...until the [i]splat[/i], and hilarious image of dismayed kitten face not obscured by psuedo-penis and the anatomy someone had taken liberties with. Confused wail, amid her writhing!\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nIt was, in fact, that first 'lady' hyena, from the very beginning of Cinnamon's special little adventure! Sure the creatures all looked fairly alike, but accessories aside just that sneering-sultry smirk to glimpse past the weight of her slick, face-rested cock. A cursory grinding motion, enjoying the feeling of rubbing that heated shaft over fuck-bruised, feline face before she finally let it slide away.\n\n\"Kitty almost done now,\" that same sultry, scratchy rumble of a voice as she finally stepped aside and stopped blocking the cat girl's upward view. A claw traced across Cinnamon's neck, then skipped the block to rest between those cute breasts, scraping down and along her forcibly-arched tummy, and lower still... an echo of the 'caress' had preluded the first [i]male[/i] gnoll to take her.\n\nIt should be fairly clear the female's intention, even before she kicked one tip-toed foot away from the other so that she could stand between, rest that heavy, blocky-tipped shaft on smooth, pale tummy with another fur muffled [i]splat[/i].\n\nBut perhaps Cinnamon would be concerned with other things. Like, for instance, the first uninterrupted look at the looming frame she had glimpsed before... and the pale sheet of sharpened metal that hung above her at the very top.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nEven after the ages this felt like it had gone on for, she was responsive! Anyone who'd done a raid with her could have talked all about her endurance. So the tracing claw between her breast got a little jump and bounce from both of them, hips wiggling as she tried to keep her balance in the awfully uncomfortable pose.\n\nA [i]yelp[/i] when her foot was kicked, and for a few moments she was writhing on the tippy-toes of one foot before she could plant the other, very easily letting the female gnoll in between her legs. Small [i]jump[/i] again for the [i]splat[/i] on her belly.\n\nBut she [i]was[/i] paying attention to something else now. Because the glint up above had caught her eye, and drawn it until she could make out the full shape, and her poor fuck-addled brain had worked through the shape and its height and found its meaning, and so she was gulping air much too fast now, gifted chest bouncing little bits with each singing whimper breath. Her eyes very big as she tried to shake her head, wrenching them away from the blade above her neck to the gnoll.\n\n\"N-no. No you can't, this...you can't!\"\n\nThe sheer fidelity of the whole experience. How even now she felt cracked open down below, how her whole face felt swollen and tender. The dozens of little pinprick hurts where claws had gripped. And the bright, sharp line, hanging above. Her hands came up to grip and push at the wooden stocks still keeping her neck in place, growing steadily more frantic.\n\n\"You can't!!\"\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\n\"Can, Kitty,\" the gnoll-woman sounded smug, almost. And if she really craned her neck upward, risked pressing her hammered muzzle against the wood, Cinnamon might even be able to make eye contact with the female. Too-long fingers were wrapping around cute hips, adding a last set of claw marks as she hefted, and that horrid-familiar shaft [i]slid[/i] down.\n\nFor a moment it might seem she intended to rape the hapless kitten a last time, but then the slick, blocky head of her long cock slid and [i]flicked[/i] down, skidding off Cinnamon's poor clit in a passing flicker of sensation. Sprung up a moment later... and nestled in underneath that slender tail.\n\n\"Kitty never go home. Have order.\"\n\nThe female sneered... and then nodded her head at something as if to illustrate where this 'order' had come from. If Cinnamon looked quickly, she'd even catch the special little teleport animation always heralded *Minerva's appearances.\n\nAnd there she was, too. Regal little goddess fox-cub, all pretty robes and long, blonde hair as she walked toward Cinnamon through the parting mob of leering not-hyena's. Even as the fingers around Cinnamon's hips dug, and claws sank, and that pseudopenis pressed all the firmer up between cheeks of that ever-so-pretty bottom.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\n\"Heeh, HEEEH?!\" She'd almost grown to expect the sensation of being invaded down there by now. But when the blocky thing slid [i]down[/i]...\n\nNone of it as affecting to the kitten as seeing *Minerva though. *Minerva who was a triumph of design, who had fanart and dedicated, lovingly curated wikipages, and theories about her and all the rest of the things dearly-beloved characters in games got. Bushy all over again, even as perky black kitten cheeks clenched against blunt, pressing cockhead.\n\nNot that they could do it for very [i]long[/i], if Cinnamon didn't want to wrench her neck on the wood. A quiver, and a moment's give before the next [i]clench[/i]. Quiver, from her butt down her legs, another moment's give. A [i]clench[/i].\n\n\"Min, *Minerva!\" Desperate, hopeful.\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nThe little fox girl didn't pay Cinnamon any attention to begin with, even though she was clearly walking toward the pillory. Every little failure of Cinnamon's behind to resist was another provocation to the gnoll between her legs, a little more press even as she seemed to be trying to hold herself back from simply thrusting through every failing clench.\n\nStill, when the tweenager cuffed into the ... well, it was only a pillory in shape - the execution device, said her name, *Minerva [i]did[/i] turn her gaze on the desperate girl. Not a word said, though, and an expression really could only be described as cold... but for how [i]sad[/i] the cub's eyes looked as she reached out in front of Cinamon's face and -\n\n[i]Bip bip bip.[/i]\n\nIt didn't matter that it was upside down relative to the goddess, apparently. A few expert touches to Cinnamon's summoned up UI, a new frame opened... and then *Minerva was gone, replaced by a picture of a very familiar-looking girl. What with it being Cinnamon's real-self and all.\n\nShe'd have just long enough to take in the sleeping face, the breath-mask some helpful corporate agent had attached when he'd come to respond to the unfortunate incident of a girl misusing her gear. And the visible distress, unconsciousness or no. ... Before the gnoll finally gave in, and snarled, and [i]thrust[/i].\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\n\"*Minerva? H-help. Help please.\" It was probably stupid? This entire scenario was wrong, everything in it was wildly wrong. She'd cried so much that if she was using her real eyes she'd have doubted she was even seeing the little fox-avatar.\n\nBut she wasn't, and *Minerva WAS there, and even looked at her. And, and...\n\nThe girl in the picture was dark-furred too. Same height as her avatar, chest just the same but perhaps a little less pert (but still plenty respectable enough for pride during locker room comparisons!), arms and legs only gymnastics-toned instead of honed by epic adventuring. Wearing the shorts and white t-shirt she'd had on when she logged in.\n\nAnd then the taut little hole beneath her tail cracked [i]wide[/i] open, and she got to see what her actual body did when she SCREAMED and spasmed in place here!\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nAnd a snarling [i]grunt[/i] from above as the gnoll was looking increasingly like she would be Cinnamon's last partner [i]ever[/i] slammed her hips forward. If there had been any way for the teenage adventuress' rapists to be even less restrained in their use...\n\nWell, there was a lot of strength in that wiry, misproportioned frame, and a good deal of leverage to be had with that clawing, wrenching grip on Cinnamon's thighs. Not that it mightn't still take a few, [i]vicious[/i] thrusts to bottom out in the screeching kitten's colon. And look, the lump in her tummy was ever so slightly different this time, too!\n\nThe thrusts started to come fast, and vicious. Slaps and [i]thuds[/i] and gutteral sounds while the pillory shuddered, and the supports above her rocked and shook that hanging blade alarmingly, and the pretty, sleeping face hovering in front of the cat girl's eyes contorted in sympathy with her mind's anal rape.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nThe physics engine was doing its part too! That sudden STAB up into her colon that felt like it split her open knocked her feet clear out from under her, formerly-quivering toes now splayed and kicking in the air, which only helped to drive that round, well-battered backside down on the stabbing, sawing shaft.\n\nNo cutely fetching raped teenager sounds this time: tortoiseshell kitten SCREAMED again, and [i]sobbed[/i], flailing her still free arms uselessly as she tried to kick her legs, making her ravaged little asshole flex and [i]clamp[/i] around the gnoll's stabbing cock.\n\n[i]\"STOP STOP STAAAWP!!\"[/i] Bawled out of her, face a runny mess of tears and worse, boobs jiggling with each body shaking [i]thud[/i].\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nOf course she didn't stop. In fact she almost certainly went [i]harder[/i], and 'sawing' was absolutely the word as that unfortunately-shaped, unpleasantly [i]long[/i] shaft continued to hammer up underneath Cinnamon's tail over and over and -\n\nWas that blood? Surely she'd be able to feel it, the hot and wet trickling from ravaged hold between cheeks of her bottom, staining the base of her tail.\n\nAnd even without stopping, the gnoll could still loom apparently, leaning grin-sneering over the bawling, screaming still-pretty-much-a-child. One paw released Cinnamon's hip and grabbed higher, digging claws at a youthful-perky tit and [i]clenching[/i].\n\nMaybe it was just the 'game', but that black and grey-brown face's owner had to be a bit brave, looming over the wrecked kitten with that blade hanging above them both.\n\n\"Stop? Kitty want stop?\" She was still hammer-fucking away the whole while, those sounds of impacting fur and flesh and hammered wood and - \"I stop and kitty die - kitty [i]want[/i] die?\"\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nReally a masterfully-crafted scenario. The sensation of hot trickling from ever-more-injured cracked open kitten asshole. The fetching PLAP PLAP PLAP of the heavy scrotum that had been added onto this gnoll [i]smacking[/i] Cinnamon's plush cheeks, growing more wet the longer and more violently the gnoll took her.\n\nNot even quite drowned out by the ongoing frantic [i]SCREECH-SOB[/i] coming out of the kitten, the guttural pitch to it and the way it [i]bounced[/i] up and down just like her tits. Or like one of them, since the other was currently [i]squashed[/i] between hyenoid fingers, black and orange globe poking out between each and grinding screaming girl's voice higher while she got her guts fucked, belly [i]jabbed[/i] into bulging over and over and over.\n\n[i]\"NU-NUUUAH! NUUUAH MOMMY, MAWWMMYYYYY!\"[/i]\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nEven the pain [i]inside[/i], deep and sharp and [i]wrong[/i] as if the viciously hard, [i]long[/i] hyena dick that was raping away the last of Cinnamon's first times really had done more serious damage than simple, bleeding splits under the poor teenager's tail.\n\n\"Yes, [i]yes[/i], Kitty scream! She no hear but scream.. any - [b][i]GH[/b]-!\"\n\nPerhaps someone or something was impatient for the 'climax', or perhaps a gnoll who'd taken multiple turns on an immature feline body had limits to her stamina, even in a place like this. Either way, the splattering jets of thick [i]heat[/i] up into Cinnamon's guts would burn all the worse for the damage done. And the female would still be mid-orgasm even as she [i]lurched[/i] back out of the way, ripped her tit-gripping claws away with a last [i]wrench[/i], and thumped something beside the girl's head.\n\nAnd then rope was loose and whizzing by beside Cinnamon's ear, and the scraping [i]whoosh[/i] of something falling through it's wooden groove was getting louder. That sharp, metal blade suddenly huge as it tumbled down toward screaming cat girl's neck.\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nIt certainly couldn't be good for a young girl's guts to be fuck-stabbed so hard her belly bulged outward, over and over and over again. One SCREECH cut off in a [i]gurgle[/i] that saw a gout of throat slime just splattering out of Cinnamon's mouth, all over her already-sloppy-mess of a face.\n\nBut the THROB of gnoll cock deep up her split-open asshole certainly wrenched a brand new gurgly HONK of a [i]SCREAM[/i] out of her. Visible-from-some-angles shudder of the cheeks of her butt while gnoll cock pumped up into the no longer so taut hole between them.\n\nBrutalized tit wobbled back into place, only barely regaining its normal shape when the release was hit. And even with the bad angle and her guts all fucked and the view of her real self in front of herself, Cinnamon still saw.\n\n[b][i]\"NUAAAAAAAAH MAWWMY MAWWWM-!\"[/b]\n\nThat satisfying, solid [i]SHNK[/i] of a very sharp blade severing perfectly through a delicate, waiting neck. Kitten's whole body spasmed [i]STIFF[/i], while her pretty little head tumbled clear away. Hit the floor with a [i]thud[/i], bounced. And credit the scenario designer that it landed right-side up somehow, wobbling on what was left of its neck while startled, silently-screaming sloppy face still had a clear view of herself in the real world.\n\nAnd then it was a game of which made for the more exciting view. Because either the coder had prepared for this moment remarkable cleverly...or it just took some time to [i]properly[/i] fry a teenaged girl's brain.\n\nHer body flopped down immediately, without the one thing holding it up. But then it [i]kept[/i] flopping, her arms windmill-flapping around like the worst child's fit you ever did see. Made for a tremendous bounce-jerking of her gifted young tits too, while upper body twisted and jerked. Her toes curled, then splayed, legs [i]jerking[/i] to the gnoll's sides.\n\nAnd her tear-filled eyes, still [i]very[/i] clearly aware, watched the effect on her body IRL! First with the stupid-girl shock all over her face when her head bounced off the ground. Then a spreading, all-consuming horror as her eyes clumsily jerked one way, then the other.\n\nHer hips shuddered harder, [i]jumped[/i]. And then came the [i]squirrrrrrrttt[/i], spraying from her quivering cunt, soaking the gnoll's abdomen, arcing down over dying kitten's still-flopping body. Back at her sloppy face, her eyes crossed a bit, mouth forming a startled 'o'!\n\n[b]CACKLE[/b]\nThe watching crowd of monstrous hyena-folk actually silenced, momentarily. There had been the beginnings of a cheer when the blade came down with that ever so satisfying noise, temporarily occluding the girl's severed neck before it tumbled past and embedded itself in the rough stone beneath the pillory.\n\nAnd apparently something in those spasms only egged the female on, because the grunting, jerking thrusts momentarily grew frantic in the last dregs of that not-entirely-feminine orgasm... before she finally settled, looking at those darting eyes and the silent-horrified face on the ground. [i]Grinned[/i] at the dying catgirl even as she, and everyone else, got to watch the shared view of the not-quite-so-striking kitten back in 'real'.\n\nBecause the result there was only a bit less dramatic. The unconscious body went from twitches and jerks of echoed discomfort to a sudden [i]buck[/i], hips lifting off the bed and jerking covers out of the way for a glimpse of [i]that[/i] naked form as well. Taut, much too taut, shuddering and clawed fingers and a glimpse of sudden, frantic activity in the edges of the frame.\n\nThere had been a simple little pulse monitor at the bottom of the display, one whose pulses had been frantic the entire while. For a moment the line was almost chaotic - and then it was just a line. Even a few seconds before that tension just failed, and Cinnamon's real body [i]slumped[/i].\n\n[b]CINNAMON[/b]\nAnd [i]what[/i] a few seconds! The kitten's flopping body seemed determined not to slow down at all, while her messy face was creeping back towards focusing on the image of her ARCHED up off the bed, with all the muscle tension an amateur gymnast could manage!\n\nAll while her cunt in the game kept [i]squirting[/i], and her frantic arms....well, those flailed closer to her body, hands waving around in front of wet, shaking tits. One hand twitched, came up to flail over her tummy, then her crotch.\n\nHad there been so spectacular an effect on her real body? And would her cute face IRL reflect how she'd ended up here? There'd been the moments of her in-world expression wrenching into almost cartoonish horror and grief, mouth all twisted down and eyes so huge they looked hollowed. But by the end?\n\nWell, her face in the game had stayed cross-eyed and 'O' mouthed, like a stupid girl who'd cummed herself to death. But the 'mommy' she'd been screaming for would discover her little girl's face frozen with eyes so wide there were stress lines etched around them. What had been a top grades teen athlete with a bright future, stuck with her mouth sagged open in a permanent, silent howl of sobbing pain and terror.\n",
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It had all happened very fast. One moment she had been leaping into the midst of the grouped minions and the machinery they had been operating, the next...
It had been like being a newbie again, and stumbling into an area for much more experienced players. Except for the pain. It had only lasted seconds, but the flurry of claws and blows before she had blacked out had hurt.
*Minerva had said something about the rules being different in this 'special instance', but it wasn't supposed to hurt!
But that had been before. Now...
Well now there was a different sort of discomfort. The sort came from having been stuck trapped at an angle for however long she had been unconscious (that was another thing was not supposed to happen!) with arms and neck trapped between two blocks of wood and nothing to support the rest of her body.
Stone floor, into which was pinned the two legs of the device she was trapped within. And beyond that the arrayed yellow-brown-furred legs of the same sort of monsters she had thrown herself at...
CINNAMON
And Cinnamon jerked awake! Orange-black ears perked up, yellow-brown eyes in tortoise-shell patterned face suddenly wide as she gasped, and tried to straighten upright. And couldn't bang her head on anything, sure, but the sudden catch of motion still got a startled, strangled noise out of her anyway.
Tail was still working. Went right up exclamation-point fashion, and bristly. And then stayed bristly as she squirmed in the situation she found herself in,
"H-Hey, what...hey!"
Because her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to those legs. And up them.
CACKLE
The changes to the 'rules' just kept coming. Gnolls were supposed to have clothes. Sure, they were mostly just rags and hanging cloth, but these creatures didn't even have that. Just up the yellow-brown fur to the beginnings of darker splotches, and while some still had the odd string belt or wooden gauntlet, when eyes finally reached the tops of that first pair of legs she had followed from the ground...
That was very obviously, and in full, life-like detail, a sheath. One which was already displaying a threatening little cone of pink. Plenty of others were in similar states of nascent arousal, but it was that first gnoll that grinned its unsettling canid grin and stepped forward. Big, clawed hand-paw reached underneath the wooden blocks that held her trapped, out of view, and while Cinnamon got an even more comprehensive view of that utterly inappropriate crotch feature, she'd feel something snag at her chest armor and then yank and -
Rip. Impossible to look back with the wood in the way of lowering her chin that far, but it should be obvious that her chest was bare. And that so comparatively unimpressive an enemy as a gnoll had just destroyed a piece of armor should have let her shrug away any attack it tried to use on her. No matter how skimpy(and cool!) it might have looked.
CINNAMON
Certain things were still working. Voices for one, with the way her specially-chosen SHRIEK sounded out around the space. And that just for seeing...seeing that, in front of her. This game was NOT rated for that! No matter what rules changes were made, that, that shouldn't be...
Different pitch to the SHRIEK when her armor tore off though. That had been whole raids worth of time and effort to get, and it had seen her through everything since. And now it was just...well, the midriff-baring chestplate was gone, and the ample little chest that had been tucked beneath it was left to bounce and jiggle free in the air, hanging heavy beneath her.
Jiggle physics obviously still working. formerly the most 'adult' the system had ever gotten. Blush marks showing up distinctly on her dark cheeks, and "H-HEY! This isn't...you can't!!"
Wiggling in the...stocks? She was in stocks, like the ornamental ones in some starter towns. Which just meant shaking that big chest around, along with her still-covered backside with its bright red bottom-piece with the gauzy fabric trailing off of it.
CACKLE
"Rules change kitty. Now it you that can't," came the retort, and even with the guttural voice, the sneer was obvious. All while Cinnamon got to appreciate just how much detail there was in the not-all-that-narrow, bulbous-tipped phallus that was sliding into view right in front of her nose. And since when did gnolls talk? Sure the story said they had language, but rarely had they ever had lines. They were only a bit above what many called 'trash mobs'!
There were a few more sneering laughs from the others surrounding, and the gnoll that had stolen her chestpiece loped around the pillory, out of her easy sight. Kindly let her keep some track, however! What with the claw that poked against Cinnamon's now-bare back, scored-traced down the length of her spine, and then snagged at the waistband of the other half of her set armor. "And this what you want, no? This slut 'armor'."
Then came the snap, one side of the bottom piece broken and the front allowed to fall loose - and then encouraged to fall the rest of the way not with any further interference, but rather a flat-palmed blow to the cat girl's bottom that echoed a crack into the high, dark-ceilinged stone space.
CINNAMON
"Wh-wha? What?!" Yelping out the questions like someone might answer her. Darting yellow eyes around like she might spot *Minerva, maybe be able to pause. Or at least open the main menu? That thick, sliding-free pink-red thing sliding into view made her squeak and try to back up, thunking against unyielding stocks. And then bite her lip and shiver as the claw ran down her back.
Going stiff as she felt a grip on her bottoms. And "Hey, hey no, nooOOO!" Off came the second half of her armor, and thighs promptly clamped together. Only for the extremely satisfying CRACK of a palm off proportionately round catgirl backside to make her jump and YELP, and down went the rest.
While those watching got to see a good jiggle in her plush orange-black bottom. And dangling breasts. And typically you needed mods installed to see any more than that, but....probably safe to say there were plush, perfectly-defined black folds between those shaking thighs, before they squeezed together again as she yanked at the stocks, trying to look behind her and in front of her at once.
CACKLE
No sign of *Minerva, but that probably wasn't surprising. It was already special that she had come to speak to everyone at the beginning of this 'event'! And as for the menu...
Funnily enough, that worked! Sort of. Or at least, some elements of the UI could be summoned up, with the limited use Cinnamon still had of her hands and fingers. Just a shame that almost none of the functions responded, at best bringing up a status screen that helpfully reported the 0% durability state of her armor... and gave her a nice, impressively detailed 'paper doll' to let her see her own naked body.
HP: ???
SP: ???
Status: Normal | Maiden
Cinnamon could clamp her thighs all she liked, but that almost cartoonishly evil, growling laughter that followed just preceded one big, rough paw grabbing about the base of her tail and yanking it upwards, while what felt like the one had just smacked her dug its digits firmly in against the soft, fine-furred flesh and tugged. There were plenty of views for the watchers beyond the assembled gnolls, but at least one of them was a fine framing of her most intimate places, as revealed by dark claws digging and tug-parting her behind. Pointed tips grazed against those dark nether lips.
Another of the gnolls had stepped out the crowd, and like many of them that ruddy pink, too-long looking shaft now hung fully and partially stiff in view. Cinnamon would have just long enough to admire the more... blocky shape of its tip before claws were in her hair, yanking her head and her gaze upward. Knock of her skull against the wood of the pillory, but not before she'd been craned far enough to take in the sneer-grinning face of a long, black-haired... female? So-implied the slightly different facial structure anyway. And the bared, muscle-firmed breasts.
CINNAMON
She spent a moment staring at the much-reduced UI. No exclaimed questions now, just...eyes slipped past it, to the forest of emerging penises. And then she was looking, a bit frantically, for the Log Out command.
It SHOULD be very readily accessible of course. Even with her hands and such restricted, just, slide the menu over and it should be right there! She could do that right?! And what the heck was 'Maiden' status?!
All of that interrupted when hands caught at her thigh and her tail and PULLED. The SQUAWK that came out of her was much less pretty than her other noises so far, but it certainly got her legs open! And both one plump cheek and one plush fold tugged to show off pretty bits of pink between.
She was just working up enough air to shriek a "S-STOP THAT-" back when a hand caught her hair, thunked her head against the wood. So she was whimpering even before her eyes caught the oddly-shaped penis, then inexorably went upward....and blinked in abject confusion past firm, ample tits. Up to sneering canine face, while her big yellow eyes blinked...flicked down. Up again. Crossed a little bit to look at full breasts. Down. Up again.
CACKLE
Oh the command was there alright! Just.. ghosted, like one of those functions a newbie hadn't yet unlocked, but was still there to egg them on with possibilities. Possibilities like being able to be away from the forest of disquietingly shaped penises and leering hyena-kin, and back in the safety of her own bedroom. And especially not having a gnoll.. woman? jerking her hips forward to squash that slick, square-bulbous tip against her cheek while she kept Cinnamon's head wrenched uncomfortably upward.
"Open up," the female's voice still had that harsh, guttural edge, same as the one had taken her clothes, but there was a sultry note even still, even as that grin sharpened at the noise Cinnamon made for having her bottom clenched, tugged, and scraped open.
"Pretty pink -" the snarling voice behind her was almost singsong as things were exposed! And... any effort to defy the instruction from the gnoll in front - who was lining up that uncomfortable-looking pseudopenis with obvious intent - might also be scuppered by the sensation of two long, gnarled, clawed fingers sliding against the exposed pink flesh of Cinnamon's pussy, and then a moment later... ramming in with all the force of an intended punch.
CINNAMON
And it wasn't supposed to be ghosted out. That wasn't...it was the ONE function the game HAD to have! There were even ways to select it when you couldn't move at all in-game! And yet none of them were working, and then the slick tip of that thing had emerged clear through the button, squashing to her soft cheek, leaving a shimmery line as her eyes crossed in a desperate attempt to focus on the command, and confusion at the gnoll lady in front of her turned rapidly into hyperventilating terror.
"N-Nu-uh." Murmured out shakily, as the tremble was setting in all through her now. Hadn't even thought to wiggle and jerk her bottom further, trying to angle it away from groping hands behind. The feeling of fingers along her folds made her bristle all over, going stiff up on tiptoes, and then trying to look back, which meant a lack of attention being paid to keeping hr face as twisted away from that phallus as she could....
In went the fingers, another cute SHRIEK out of her, feline teen's whole body bowing as her breasts gave a little jiggle as if the impact of knuckles against her groin had traveled all the way up to them. And her mouth formed a perfect, welcoming 'O'.
CACKLE
Not that there would be any looking back past the grey-grained wood of the pillory, obviously. Not for Cinnamon anyway. Others were, however unbeknownst, being given a great array of views as those dark-clawed fingers grazed, tugged, and slid between delicate teen cat girl folds. The other too-long-fingered paw still had its grip around the base of her tail, and acted as an uncomfortable brace against the force of the others punching-penetrating in and -
The female wasted no time. Just cramming the narrow-looking-but-thick-by-dint-of-sheer-size shaft against the shrieking girl's face, plugging her mouth and squashing her tongue all in the one motion, even trying to bash back of her throat! And behind her! Out slid the fingers... and then back in, slamming with all the strength those knotted-muscled arms must have had to punch knuckles against those plush pussy lips, again, and again and with building speed and ever less care for claws -
A growling, groaning sound as the mottled shaft shimmered through Cinnamon's hobbled UI, but there was still just enough to see the change all the same! The other details might be being disrupted by the pseudo-phallus trying to cram ever further through them, but just above and to the left?
Status: Normal | Maiden
CINNAMON
"OmMMMMGRRFFFFFGLGLGLGLGGLLGGH!!!!!" Shriek into muffled scream into possibly very fetching GURGLE, as pretty black lips formed neatly around face-raping phallus, and a particular jerk as if something had thudded the back of her throat was accompanied by a punctuating GLUCK!
And shudder-jerk of her whole body, kicking her feet and trying to thrash free of...all of it. To no effect at all, except for her not-quite-squatting, which meant the next SHOVE of gnoll fingers thudded even deeper, got a SCREAM nicely muffled against the phallus trying to make its way further into her.
Plush folds squashing under thudding knuckles, over and over while each impact made her jump, bouncing ample young breasts with gripped, bushy tail keeping her from ever getting away from thudding fingers. Bright pink visible around hammering fingers, and her yellow eyes filling with tears, but not enough that she couldn't make out that little change on her UI. Even more horror...next sweet noise came out as a guttural GLLOORRCK as psuedo-phallus pushed in far enough her throat bulged.
CACKLE
And the growling laughter from all around her, at least a portion of the gnolls - and yes, the females were apparently all so equipped - were quite openly pleasuring themselves to the sight. A pretty cat girl adventuress 'had likely fought her way through so many of their kin, taking a female's shaft down her face while a male crouched behind and mercilessly assaulted her folds in what could only be described as a bloody fingerbanging? Who could blame them for finding some gratification in that picture?
Still, trying to throat rape a girl in a pillory did have its own challenges, not least angles. But those were just as easily resolved with a good bit of brute force! Long, clawed fingers in Cinnamon's hair pressed and twisted, forcing an awful angle as she lined up mouth and neck and bucked all the harder. That bulge in the girl's throat - and hips were now close enough to her pretty muzzle that the UI fizzled away. It had performed the important job of making sure she recognized the defloration, anyhow.
Hips worked, back and forth, all in an effort to get plush with Cinnamon's face - the fingers even took ahold of her ears, just for a little extra leverage! ...Someone, or something, had to be cheating. Even if the girl cared to try employing them, teeth just would not deter progress deeper into her face.
But at least the fingers finally, eventually, stopped! Apparently that gnoll had taken slick sounds coming from his work - for whatever reason - as sign he could move on. He'd stood up, and with a tug to hike her tail all the higher, was trying to line something else up there behind.
CINNAMON
The pumping fingers had a secondary effect too: namely that despite the hold on her tail, athletic catgirl body jerked and wrenched itself downward just enough she was squatting somewhat with her wrists and neck still stuck in the position they were.
It made for an obscene picture, with the jiggle that ran through her bottom every time bloodied knuckles thumped her crotch, the way her bowed legs shuddered, kicked, bushy tail twitch-lashing above where it was held.
One foot coming up to flail a moment before trying to plant itself against the pillory as if she might wedge herself free, and all the while the muffled ever more frantic "MrrRGGGGHH-GGH-GGGH-GGH" of girl who had absolutely carved her way through hundreds of these creatures before without ever thinking on it too much.
Teeth useless, and ears not so useful for handles but cute in that roll nonetheless, it shouldn't take long for yellow-furred hips to thump up against her face.
CACKLE
Certainly the hands gripping ears and hair and skull were only really using the latter two very much, but there was clearly gratification in feeling girl's response to being wrenched about by those cute ears nonetheless. The female was determined, too! Only faintly feminine grunts every time her hips drove closer to Cinnamon's face, all while that horribly out of place, too-long shaft bored deeper and...
Hips met pretty feline face at the same time as the bulge finally disappeared out of view beyond the wooden block so utterly restrained the former adventurer's head and wrists. All as the hand and fingers had scraped and bruised her poor labia slid out and free, that momentary horrid sensation of new emptiness.. before something conical and barely yielding nestled up in their place.
Out slid the feminine shaft, all the way until just the head rested filling Cinnamon's muzzle, long-fingered paws still gripping while similar took ahold her behind and, "Kitty ready?" Sneering, sultry voice from the vaguely canine face leering down past muscular breasts, perhaps waiting for an acknowledgement... or just for her friend at the opposite end of the unfortunate cat girl to finish lining himself up. Claws again dug at lewdly wagging behind, and hips... and now she mightn't even be able to lower that gripped leg she'd been trying to use as a lever before both gnolls slammed forward.
Simultaneously wrenched open a place ought have been much more gently encouraged to readiness and, if it hasn't already begun to show signs, crushed her face against firm, female pelvis with plenty enough force to raise bruises.
CINNAMON
Feminine phallus sliding out was met with a sharp retching noise, then gasp, and heaved sob, tearful eyes scrunching up as black-and-orange kitty shuddered, pressed her foot more determinedly against the pillory as if it might make any difference.
Felt that something touch her folds in back, and gulped in a squeaking little breath. Just in time for eyes to fly up to the lady gnoll in front of her, and even get a response in. A frantic, now-pleading shake of her head, bulging her cheeks this way and that as they bumped into the phallus tip inside them.
And then she was properly sandwiched between the two! Sharp jiggle from her breasts, the scream out of her turned into a kind of honk turned into a GLRRGGGHck! Tweenager shuddering, hands splayed and then gripped to fists, eyes huge against gnoll groin as viciously-'prepared', soft folds quivered around the invader, and violated throat did the same.
CACKLE
The groans that came out of both the girl's rapists were terrifically deep, feral things, and the resulting shudders for the feel of tweenage throat and pussy clenched around both ought be absolutely palpable in turn. Anyone watching could probably make out some hint, to go with the distension of Cinnamon's throat and the unpleasant bump showed through the smooth tummy she had always shown off whilst adventuring.
And the moment lasted ever so long, both gnolls' claws raking through fur and over skin beneath...
It was the male that gave in first. Thrusts were initially just jerks of his comparatively narrow (beside the rest of that hulking figure) hips to thud harder against pretty feline behind, never letting up the tension on her twisted tail... but pace only took moments, and in short order the female's luxuriating in the sensation of tweenage feline's gagging throat was interrupted by the sheer, vicious rhythm with which the hyenoid had begun to properly rape.
Small blessings for Cinnamon; the interruption to the 'woman's enjoyment earned an irritated growl, but out she finally slid, another long backward stroke, another split secoond to gag and splutter and try to steal breath...
And then in once more.
She no longer held back either; inside a moment poor Cinnamon was trapped between two deceptively narrow sets of muscular hips, both piston-slamming against face and backside fit to bruise if not worse and the huffing grunt grunt grunt of two wildly gratified monsters sounding off over her head.
CINNAMON
It didn't take long for the scene to become almost unreasonably messy.
Sure, there was plenty of pornography that showed a woman (never a smaller teen this age, whatever the cover tried to pretend) in a similar situation to this. And maybe even got to the frantic PLAP-GLUCK-PLAP-GLRCK-PLAP-GLORK pace that came right after they started.
Lines distinct in her pretty fur for a second, those long moments the lady gnoll had to enjoy peristalsis. But then they were really going, and her GLORCK GLUCK GLRK had turned to one panicked, drawn out QUACKUACKUACKUACKUACK as throat slime poured down her face, and huge panicked eyes got thumped repeatedly by furry groin until they were squinting, rolling backwards, feline nose scrunched as much as it could be, almost unhealthily so.
All while the fetching jiggles from her pert tits and backside became constant, as though she'd been designed perfectly for this exact use.
CACKLE
And not to mention the sounds of their impacts, rhythmic smacks and slaps and as various unfortunate still-kitten-really parts were used for their recoil to make the next slam of gnoll-hips all the better. ... And that beside the dull thuds came of Cinnamon's shoulders and indeed jaw being slammed back and forth against the creaking, rattling pillory. Why did that make the female intermittently glance upward, as if concerned about something? There'd be no following her glance after all, not with her head still in the death grip of those uncomfortably shaped paws.
Saliva and blood and whatever other fluids the three of them might be producing splashed the stone around base of the pillory, all while the grunting grew more and more frantic and the clawing grips less and less restrained. Sheer speed was stealing away any hope of catching breaths as the two monsters reached their peak, while bulbous tips saw-scraped through un-ready holes and...
And of course they came together. The pair practically howling out their snarling orgasms as Cinnamon found herself being filled from both ends. Thick, heavy, hot monster seed spraying into her face and pussy with... less than realistic volume.
CINNAMON
The sound design had remarkably good files for the PLAP THUD CREAK PLAP THUD CREAK of two bodies this size absolutely brutalizing a third, smaller one, held in place as she was. Even without the stocks, she looked like she might not have escaped ever-more-frantically-gripping hands and claws, whole body wobbling as pretty eyes rolled most of the rest of the way back, battered jaw began to go slack.
Her whole body was shuddering before the howls, and her eyes snapped forward again! To go wide as her her throat shuddered before the audible ulp, ulp, GULP sounds, to accompany the Glrghle, Glrp, grggle of all the liquid gushing into her vagina and further. Squirting out of it onto the gnoll and the floor. Bulging her much-battered stomach just a bit, then a bit more, and then a bit more, joining the swell from all she was swallowing as semen dribbled, then squirted from her nose.
CACKLE
Of course something about this 'place' was already, clearly, a horrible sort of 'special'. 'Feeling' stuff might not be entirely new, but the sheer fidelity of it? It ought be no surprise that the sounds were just as perfect - and would probably have been transcendental if the experience wasn't being distilled down to the most realistic possible brutal violation of a trapped and helpless teenager.
Cinnamon got to enjoy her 'relief' from their brutality for all of the several, long seconds that their orgasms lasted, flooding her enough that there was very little sense of that same emptiness when out the pair slid. Not until the inevitable overflow of off-white boiling up from inside of her.
And that... was hardly the end, either. Already - barely avoiding shoving their predecessors out of the way - two more gnolls were lining up to take their turn, the roles reversed this time so that Cinnamon could enjoy and compare the experience of a male shaft being drilled down her neck and a female up her wrenched open pussy! The two were no gentler than the last, nor the two that followed, although as if concerned that their toy might be worn through by the callous train, every pair of furry hips that replaced the last was increasingly eager, their thrusting increasingly quick to become rapid and brutal, the gouts of gnoll cum spraying with less and less time in between each orgasm.
CINNAMON
It took a toll! However reduced she was by the scenario, apparently she was still durable enough that she made it through aaaall that just fine!
Or, a given definition of 'just fine': pouring throat slime and worse out of her face, mouth, nose and even eyes a little bit. Hanging slumped in the stocks, emitting only whimpers to go with the much more obscene thrrpphblblphpht noises her holes made below as they leaked a seemingly endless amount of off-white.
Wheezing in teeny, tearful breaths, with the occasional hiccup escaping her. All effort at coherent words just reduced to quiet crying, for the moment.
CACKLE
Out slid the final gnoll to use Cinnamon's now thoroughly used pussy, one more unpleasant wet noise, and a CRACK of a particularly vicious slap to add to all the others that cute, now rather injured-looking bottom had received over the course of her rape train. Extra harsh, as if the owner of that last palm to strike her hoped to get through to her past the brutally inflicted haze.
And then... someone was working with the pillory! Splattered, stained wood was unlocked, and opened, and big paws took her wrists to stop Cinnamon simply tumbling. Supported her, helped her up to - wait, no, didn't help her up. Turned her. And then thrust her straight back down to bang her neck against the wood before down came the block once more.
She was locked into place again, but if the previous position has been uncomfortable? Now her flexible feline body dangled in a backward arch. The only positive was that Cinnamon had chance to see a bit more - or at least a different angle. And that through haze and mess and... well.
The pillory was much taller than her, for some reason. A square frame that rose high up above her with something pale at the top - and then a splat as one, final, female gnoll's pseudopenis slapped down against her face, practically smothered her beneath the owners sack.
CINNAMON
CRACK. Maybe that sound could be incorporated into a new player interaction? Or was designed to be? This entire affair was an exceptional proof of concept for the new sound design. And it did jerk the kitten awake again, gurgle-wet GASP and shriek, and another thrppht squirt of white from both lower holes.
There was a moment's weak whimper when the stocks came undone, a hopeful look up of yellow eyes...and then around she was turned, and she had just time and breath enough to weakly offer up a "Nnuh, no~" with a desperate little sob to it before the whole thing clonked back down.
Up on tippytoes! Wobbling and shaking in place, as eyes traveled up the length of startlingly tall structure, and up, and up...until the splat, and hilarious image of dismayed kitten face not obscured by psuedo-penis and the anatomy someone had taken liberties with. Confused wail, amid her writhing!
CACKLE
It was, in fact, that first 'lady' hyena, from the very beginning of Cinnamon's special little adventure! Sure the creatures all looked fairly alike, but accessories aside just that sneering-sultry smirk to glimpse past the weight of her slick, face-rested cock. A cursory grinding motion, enjoying the feeling of rubbing that heated shaft over fuck-bruised, feline face before she finally let it slide away.
"Kitty almost done now," that same sultry, scratchy rumble of a voice as she finally stepped aside and stopped blocking the cat girl's upward view. A claw traced across Cinnamon's neck, then skipped the block to rest between those cute breasts, scraping down and along her forcibly-arched tummy, and lower still... an echo of the 'caress' had preluded the first male gnoll to take her.
It should be fairly clear the female's intention, even before she kicked one tip-toed foot away from the other so that she could stand between, rest that heavy, blocky-tipped shaft on smooth, pale tummy with another fur muffled splat.
But perhaps Cinnamon would be concerned with other things. Like, for instance, the first uninterrupted look at the looming frame she had glimpsed before... and the pale sheet of sharpened metal that hung above her at the very top.
CINNAMON
Even after the ages this felt like it had gone on for, she was responsive! Anyone who'd done a raid with her could have talked all about her endurance. So the tracing claw between her breast got a little jump and bounce from both of them, hips wiggling as she tried to keep her balance in the awfully uncomfortable pose.
A yelp when her foot was kicked, and for a few moments she was writhing on the tippy-toes of one foot before she could plant the other, very easily letting the female gnoll in between her legs. Small jump again for the splat on her belly.
But she was paying attention to something else now. Because the glint up above had caught her eye, and drawn it until she could make out the full shape, and her poor fuck-addled brain had worked through the shape and its height and found its meaning, and so she was gulping air much too fast now, gifted chest bouncing little bits with each singing whimper breath. Her eyes very big as she tried to shake her head, wrenching them away from the blade above her neck to the gnoll.
"N-no. No you can't, this...you can't!"
The sheer fidelity of the whole experience. How even now she felt cracked open down below, how her whole face felt swollen and tender. The dozens of little pinprick hurts where claws had gripped. And the bright, sharp line, hanging above. Her hands came up to grip and push at the wooden stocks still keeping her neck in place, growing steadily more frantic.
"You can't!!"
CACKLE
"Can, Kitty," the gnoll-woman sounded smug, almost. And if she really craned her neck upward, risked pressing her hammered muzzle against the wood, Cinnamon might even be able to make eye contact with the female. Too-long fingers were wrapping around cute hips, adding a last set of claw marks as she hefted, and that horrid-familiar shaft slid down.
For a moment it might seem she intended to rape the hapless kitten a last time, but then the slick, blocky head of her long cock slid and flicked down, skidding off Cinnamon's poor clit in a passing flicker of sensation. Sprung up a moment later... and nestled in underneath that slender tail.
"Kitty never go home. Have order."
The female sneered... and then nodded her head at something as if to illustrate where this 'order' had come from. If Cinnamon looked quickly, she'd even catch the special little teleport animation always heralded *Minerva's appearances.
And there she was, too. Regal little goddess fox-cub, all pretty robes and long, blonde hair as she walked toward Cinnamon through the parting mob of leering not-hyena's. Even as the fingers around Cinnamon's hips dug, and claws sank, and that pseudopenis pressed all the firmer up between cheeks of that ever-so-pretty bottom.
CINNAMON
"Heeh, HEEEH?!" She'd almost grown to expect the sensation of being invaded down there by now. But when the blocky thing slid down...
None of it as affecting to the kitten as seeing *Minerva though. *Minerva who was a triumph of design, who had fanart and dedicated, lovingly curated wikipages, and theories about her and all the rest of the things dearly-beloved characters in games got. Bushy all over again, even as perky black kitten cheeks clenched against blunt, pressing cockhead.
Not that they could do it for very long, if Cinnamon didn't want to wrench her neck on the wood. A quiver, and a moment's give before the next clench. Quiver, from her butt down her legs, another moment's give. A clench.
"Min, *Minerva!" Desperate, hopeful.
CACKLE
The little fox girl didn't pay Cinnamon any attention to begin with, even though she was clearly walking toward the pillory. Every little failure of Cinnamon's behind to resist was another provocation to the gnoll between her legs, a little more press even as she seemed to be trying to hold herself back from simply thrusting through every failing clench.
Still, when the tweenager cuffed into the ... well, it was only a pillory in shape - the execution device, said her name, *Minerva did turn her gaze on the desperate girl. Not a word said, though, and an expression really could only be described as cold... but for how sad the cub's eyes looked as she reached out in front of Cinamon's face and -
Bip bip bip.
It didn't matter that it was upside down relative to the goddess, apparently. A few expert touches to Cinnamon's summoned up UI, a new frame opened... and then *Minerva was gone, replaced by a picture of a very familiar-looking girl. What with it being Cinnamon's real-self and all.
She'd have just long enough to take in the sleeping face, the breath-mask some helpful corporate agent had attached when he'd come to respond to the unfortunate incident of a girl misusing her gear. And the visible distress, unconsciousness or no. ... Before the gnoll finally gave in, and snarled, and thrust.
CINNAMON
"*Minerva? H-help. Help please." It was probably stupid? This entire scenario was wrong, everything in it was wildly wrong. She'd cried so much that if she was using her real eyes she'd have doubted she was even seeing the little fox-avatar.
But she wasn't, and *Minerva WAS there, and even looked at her. And, and...
The girl in the picture was dark-furred too. Same height as her avatar, chest just the same but perhaps a little less pert (but still plenty respectable enough for pride during locker room comparisons!), arms and legs only gymnastics-toned instead of honed by epic adventuring. Wearing the shorts and white t-shirt she'd had on when she logged in.
And then the taut little hole beneath her tail cracked wide open, and she got to see what her actual body did when she SCREAMED and spasmed in place here!
CACKLE
And a snarling grunt from above as the gnoll was looking increasingly like she would be Cinnamon's last partner ever slammed her hips forward. If there had been any way for the teenage adventuress' rapists to be even less restrained in their use...
Well, there was a lot of strength in that wiry, misproportioned frame, and a good deal of leverage to be had with that clawing, wrenching grip on Cinnamon's thighs. Not that it mightn't still take a few, vicious thrusts to bottom out in the screeching kitten's colon. And look, the lump in her tummy was ever so slightly different this time, too!
The thrusts started to come fast, and vicious. Slaps and thuds and gutteral sounds while the pillory shuddered, and the supports above her rocked and shook that hanging blade alarmingly, and the pretty, sleeping face hovering in front of the cat girl's eyes contorted in sympathy with her mind's anal rape.
CINNAMON
The physics engine was doing its part too! That sudden STAB up into her colon that felt like it split her open knocked her feet clear out from under her, formerly-quivering toes now splayed and kicking in the air, which only helped to drive that round, well-battered backside down on the stabbing, sawing shaft.
No cutely fetching raped teenager sounds this time: tortoiseshell kitten SCREAMED again, and sobbed, flailing her still free arms uselessly as she tried to kick her legs, making her ravaged little asshole flex and clamp around the gnoll's stabbing cock.
"STOP STOP STAAAWP!!" Bawled out of her, face a runny mess of tears and worse, boobs jiggling with each body shaking thud.
CACKLE
Of course she didn't stop. In fact she almost certainly went harder, and 'sawing' was absolutely the word as that unfortunately-shaped, unpleasantly long shaft continued to hammer up underneath Cinnamon's tail over and over and -
Was that blood? Surely she'd be able to feel it, the hot and wet trickling from ravaged hold between cheeks of her bottom, staining the base of her tail.
And even without stopping, the gnoll could still loom apparently, leaning grin-sneering over the bawling, screaming still-pretty-much-a-child. One paw released Cinnamon's hip and grabbed higher, digging claws at a youthful-perky tit and clenching.
Maybe it was just the 'game', but that black and grey-brown face's owner had to be a bit brave, looming over the wrecked kitten with that blade hanging above them both.
"Stop? Kitty want stop?" She was still hammer-fucking away the whole while, those sounds of impacting fur and flesh and hammered wood and - "I stop and kitty die - kitty want die?"
CINNAMON
Really a masterfully-crafted scenario. The sensation of hot trickling from ever-more-injured cracked open kitten asshole. The fetching PLAP PLAP PLAP of the heavy scrotum that had been added onto this gnoll smacking Cinnamon's plush cheeks, growing more wet the longer and more violently the gnoll took her.
Not even quite drowned out by the ongoing frantic SCREECH-SOB coming out of the kitten, the guttural pitch to it and the way it bounced up and down just like her tits. Or like one of them, since the other was currently squashed between hyenoid fingers, black and orange globe poking out between each and grinding screaming girl's voice higher while she got her guts fucked, belly jabbed into bulging over and over and over.
"NU-NUUUAH! NUUUAH MOMMY, MAWWMMYYYYY!"
CACKLE
Even the pain inside, deep and sharp and wrong as if the viciously hard, long hyena dick that was raping away the last of Cinnamon's first times really had done more serious damage than simple, bleeding splits under the poor teenager's tail.
"Yes, yes, Kitty scream! She no hear but scream.. any - GH-!"
Perhaps someone or something was impatient for the 'climax', or perhaps a gnoll who'd taken multiple turns on an immature feline body had limits to her stamina, even in a place like this. Either way, the splattering jets of thick heat up into Cinnamon's guts would burn all the worse for the damage done. And the female would still be mid-orgasm even as she lurched back out of the way, ripped her tit-gripping claws away with a last wrench, and thumped something beside the girl's head.
And then rope was loose and whizzing by beside Cinnamon's ear, and the scraping whoosh of something falling through it's wooden groove was getting louder. That sharp, metal blade suddenly huge as it tumbled down toward screaming cat girl's neck.
CINNAMON
It certainly couldn't be good for a young girl's guts to be fuck-stabbed so hard her belly bulged outward, over and over and over again. One SCREECH cut off in a gurgle that saw a gout of throat slime just splattering out of Cinnamon's mouth, all over her already-sloppy-mess of a face.
But the THROB of gnoll cock deep up her split-open asshole certainly wrenched a brand new gurgly HONK of a SCREAM out of her. Visible-from-some-angles shudder of the cheeks of her butt while gnoll cock pumped up into the no longer so taut hole between them.
Brutalized tit wobbled back into place, only barely regaining its normal shape when the release was hit. And even with the bad angle and her guts all fucked and the view of her real self in front of herself, Cinnamon still saw.
"NUAAAAAAAAH MAWWMY MAWWWM-!"
That satisfying, solid SHNK of a very sharp blade severing perfectly through a delicate, waiting neck. Kitten's whole body spasmed STIFF, while her pretty little head tumbled clear away. Hit the floor with a thud, bounced. And credit the scenario designer that it landed right-side up somehow, wobbling on what was left of its neck while startled, silently-screaming sloppy face still had a clear view of herself in the real world.
And then it was a game of which made for the more exciting view. Because either the coder had prepared for this moment remarkable cleverly...or it just took some time to properly fry a teenaged girl's brain.
Her body flopped down immediately, without the one thing holding it up. But then it kept flopping, her arms windmill-flapping around like the worst child's fit you ever did see. Made for a tremendous bounce-jerking of her gifted young tits too, while upper body twisted and jerked. Her toes curled, then splayed, legs jerking to the gnoll's sides.
And her tear-filled eyes, still very clearly aware, watched the effect on her body IRL! First with the stupid-girl shock all over her face when her head bounced off the ground. Then a spreading, all-consuming horror as her eyes clumsily jerked one way, then the other.
Her hips shuddered harder, jumped. And then came the squirrrrrrrttt, spraying from her quivering cunt, soaking the gnoll's abdomen, arcing down over dying kitten's still-flopping body. Back at her sloppy face, her eyes crossed a bit, mouth forming a startled 'o'!
CACKLE
The watching crowd of monstrous hyena-folk actually silenced, momentarily. There had been the beginnings of a cheer when the blade came down with that ever so satisfying noise, temporarily occluding the girl's severed neck before it tumbled past and embedded itself in the rough stone beneath the pillory.
And apparently something in those spasms only egged the female on, because the grunting, jerking thrusts momentarily grew frantic in the last dregs of that not-entirely-feminine orgasm... before she finally settled, looking at those darting eyes and the silent-horrified face on the ground. Grinned at the dying catgirl even as she, and everyone else, got to watch the shared view of the not-quite-so-striking kitten back in 'real'.
Because the result there was only a bit less dramatic. The unconscious body went from twitches and jerks of echoed discomfort to a sudden buck, hips lifting off the bed and jerking covers out of the way for a glimpse of that naked form as well. Taut, much too taut, shuddering and clawed fingers and a glimpse of sudden, frantic activity in the edges of the frame.
There had been a simple little pulse monitor at the bottom of the display, one whose pulses had been frantic the entire while. For a moment the line was almost chaotic - and then it was just a line. Even a few seconds before that tension just failed, and Cinnamon's real body slumped.
CINNAMON
And what a few seconds! The kitten's flopping body seemed determined not to slow down at all, while her messy face was creeping back towards focusing on the image of her ARCHED up off the bed, with all the muscle tension an amateur gymnast could manage!
All while her cunt in the game kept squirting, and her frantic arms....well, those flailed closer to her body, hands waving around in front of wet, shaking tits. One hand twitched, came up to flail over her tummy, then her crotch.
Had there been so spectacular an effect on her real body? And would her cute face IRL reflect how she'd ended up here? There'd been the moments of her in-world expression wrenching into almost cartoonish horror and grief, mouth all twisted down and eyes so huge they looked hollowed. But by the end?
Well, her face in the game had stayed cross-eyed and 'O' mouthed, like a stupid girl who'd cummed herself to death. But the 'mommy' she'd been screaming for would discover her little girl's face frozen with eyes so wide there were stress lines etched around them. What had been a top grades teen athlete with a bright future, stuck with her mouth sagged open in a permanent, silent howl of sobbing pain and terror.
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