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After the attempted assassination of princess Melty Melromarc - by her own bodyguards! -the Shield Hero’s party was left both surprised and confused. Why would the royal knights attack the girl? Whatever their reason, Naofumi knew that it was probably the doing of the pink-haired bitch that was Melty’s older sister. Still… What was going to happen next? He needed more information to proceed. Still, it’d be better not to just charge straight into one of the nearby towns and demand an explanation. So, instead of that, he decided that sending Raphtalia off to scout the situation would be for the best - certain that his raccoon demi-human companion would easily be able to handle the situation, no matter what happened.
With her master ordering her to go on a scouting mission, Raphtalia was more than happy to do just that. She was his sword - wherever he directed her, she’d go. Just in case, she had put on a long, red hood and a cape - being cautious was never going to hurt. Going into the village, she was able to tell quickly, just how good a decision it was. On the board near the entrance there already were wanted posters for her, Filo and master Naofumi. Fortunately, the guards didn’t really check her as she got in. There seemed to be a gathering of people at the village’s main square - so she headed for that. There were some soldiers in front of the crowd - one of them holding a magical sphere. The sphere projected an image in the air - a display of what had happened during Melty’s attempted assassination. Except… It was different from what really happened. During the battle, she and her friends held back - and she also had the impression that the soldiers weren’t trying their hardest either. But in this projection, it was much different. No, instead both she, and Filo, and even master Naofumi were all outright killing those soldiers! With plenty of blood flying in the air, Raphtalia watched as she herself moved in the projection with a crazed smile, obviously enjoying herself while slaughtering soldier after soldier. But… Master Naofumi was so kind! He’d never order her or Filo to kill people like this! How could anyone believe this? From the things she was hearing, those people somehow did…
“How awful…” She muttered as she continued to hear people comment agrily - their voices calling out against her - and, more importantly, against master Naofumi. They were calling him the devil of the shield… Listening to them, Raphtalia could only feel anger starting to awaken in her. That anger caused her not to notice, as some men approached her. “Heya, miss. Your voice sounded similar to that raccoon bitch the devil of the shield had with him. Show us your face! Now!” Even if her comment was quiet and calm, making it so different from the maniacal laughter edited into the recording, these men were somehow able to tell the difference. Or did they? Maybe they just spotted an opportunity to bother a cute, yet - in their eyes - defenseless girl? Whatever their real reasons were, as Raphtalia wondered, how to react to that, their hands grabbed her hood - and pulled it down. “Ah! It’s the devil of the shield’s whore!” Upon seeing her face fully, along with the ears on her head, it was very clear to the men that they really made it. Raising their voices, they brought everyone’s attention to her - the people around both disgusted and infuriated at her presence. The soldiers who had been showing the recording all reached for their weapons, too - and it was clear to Raphtalia that they were going to attack her. She still had her sword with her, of course… But if she drew it now, she knew that those innocent people around her would definitely get caught in their battle. She wanted to avoid hurting them if possible - and so, she just remained frozen as the soldiers surrounded her.
The bumbling men who had first brought the attention had quickly retreated, and the townspeople moved back behind the line of soldiers. Now, she was free to fight them - but she wasn’t liking the odds she was facing. The soldiers attacked her constantly, never getting her even a moment of respite. To make things worse, she had no real way to actually reduce their numbers - she knew she shouldn’t kill them, as that would only make the situation for their party more dire. If she had a moment to herself, she could have used some of her magic - but the soldiers didn’t even give her the chance to finish an incantation. They had her surrounded from all sides, leaving her no ways to escape. If only she could use her illusion magic to turn herself invisible… Then, she’d be able to escape easily! However, as things were, there was nothing she could really do - aside from just continuing to fight against the men. However, even if they weren’t that strong, their numbers - and the fact that they constantly whittled away at her endurance - were too much for her to keep up with. Eventually, she was too tired to continue fighting - and so, the soldiers just all converged on her. Taking her weapon away from her, they quickly tied the girl up - and shoved her into a cell in the town while discussing, what to do with her next.
It didn’t take them that long to figure it out, though. The devil of the shield’s familiar was someone too important for them to just handle on their own. Instead, they should rather deliver her to the capital - claim the reward for handing her over there and just let people of higher status decide the girl’s fate. Possibly even stay to watch it - if the king’s verdict was going to be what they expected it to be. Forcing the demi-human into a carriage, they just drove the girl away towards the capital of Melromarc. While the carriage rode across the bumpy roads, Raphtalia wondered, if master Naofumi would come and help her. Would he realize, what had happened? The men made the decision so quickly, it could still be a very long time before he did. And even if he did, a carriage like this would most likely outspeed him - especially since he still needed to stay unnoticed. She tried her hardest, but the restraints the soldiers had placed on her were on too tight for her to get off - so in the end the swordswoman was forced to just stay put inside the carriage and wait as it continued to take her further and further away from the man who meant the most to her.
Arriving at the capital, the soldiers immediately took her directly to king Aultcray. There she was, the personification of everything the man hated. A demi-human… And a follower of the shield hero, too. The man just tried to murder his daughter, too! Like this, it was clear to the king, what to do with her. Something that would not only punish the girl, but also hurt the devil that had come to their land, getting at least a little back at him for all his crimes. Asking Raphtalia if she supported the devil of the shield out of her own free will was just a formality, for the girl had shown off her devotion to that man many times before.
“Of course! I’ll always stand by master Naofumi!” She snapped back at him even despite the restraints and how dire her situation was. Well, like this, it meant his next order would be well within the letter of law.
“Then, I, Aultcray Melromarc XXXII, the king of Melromarc, find you guilty of treason in form of aiding the devil of the shield. Therefore I sentence you to death!” Ah, it felt so good to say that outloud! Finally he’d be able to get back at the accursed Shield Hero!
“D-death?” Raphtalia repeated in shock, but the man was done with her. Her master had not done anything wrong, and neither did she! Why? Why was this to happen to her?
When the soldiers came to her again, the demi-human girl struggled against them - but the restraints took away most of her options, and the men still had weapons of their own - so in the end she had to give in again.
As Raphtalia had arrived in Melromarc at night, the King had decided to only hold her execution the next day. So the soldiers just escorted the girl to a cell deep within the castle - one she would have no chance escaping from. With soldiers outside the door, and a small window that she’d never fit through, there was no way for her out. Staying like this, the girl couldn’t help but compare it to the way it was when she was a child. The despair she was feeling right now was so similar to the one she used to feel when in the dungeon of her first, overly sadistic owner. Back then, she was so weak… And completely hopeless. Now, she had become much, much stronger. And yet, in the end, it didn’t help her at all - she still ended up in a cell of a racist. Back then, she and Rifana hoped that one day the Shield Hero would come to save them - and now, once again, it ended up being her only hope. However, she was also very much aware that it was almost impossible for him to get here this fast. “Well, if there’s anyone capable of doing it, it’s master Naofumi!” She told herself to cheer herself up. The Shield Hero was truly incredible… She had seen it countless times in the time he bought her. Now, that belief would grant her hope - hope she so desperately needed. He was going to help her again… He definitely was!
Even if the soldiers on the outside were keeping watch to prevent Raphtalia from getting out, they were also more than happy to let people get in. With the girl’s impending execution, many of the soldiers all agreed, that it’d be a waste for the girl to just stay in her cell and wait. She was going to die soon anyways… She was not going to report their actions to anyone. And even if she did - who would punish them for that? Everyone hated the devil of the shield… Hurting his slut in this way was only fitting.
Raphtalia jumped up as she saw the door to her cell open. Did her master come to save her already? Her heart beat faster for a moment as he imagined him coming in. However, it wasn’t him - it was just another soldier. Her heart sank in disappointment as she saw him come in - but she was also a bit curious. What could the man want from her? “Just tell us once you want to leave - and don’t make her scream too much.” She could hear from outside, and that only made her more curious. Once the door closed, the man approached her directly - to the raccoon girl’s surprise. Her hands were cuffed, the bindings holding them together connected to one of the walls - so she couldn’t really get away from him. She could still move, and she could still move her arms - but with no real force at all. Because of that, she was forced to endure it as the man reached for her chest. Getting her chestpiece off with no issues - aside from a confused growl from Raphtalia - he groped her tits through her battle dress. “W-what are you doing?” She called out in a mix of anger and surprise while squirming a little - wishing she could use her arms to hit the man, to push him away from her. He ignored her angry voice and continued to mash her boobs through the dress - before moving his hands down her body. Taking her belt off, the man then grabbed the hem of her skirt - and pulled it up.
“Eeeh? What? No!” Raphtalia blushed as she saw him do it, the lower part of her skirt flipped up. Without it, the man was free to see her pussy! It was supposed to be for master Naofumi’s eyes only! The girl’s previous owners never cared enough to provide her with any panties, and Naofumi didn’t think of getting her some, either - as he ignored her womanly developments as usual. She had not been wearing them for so long, that she didn’t really feel the need to get herself any pairs herself, either - leading to her having nothing underneath her clothes there. Now, her pink, tight slit was revealed to the man - with the girl blushing in embarrassment. She knew enough to know that showing it to someone was supposed to be an intimate moment. Why was this man taking away her master’s privilege like this? In anger, she moved away from the man, going onto the far corner of her bed - but she had nowhere to run away further.
“Ah, the devil’s whore doesn’t wear anything over her cunt. Only to be expected of such a bitch!” The man laughed while pulling his pants down - his already-erect cock springing into action. Against herself, Raphtalia couldn’t help but take a peek at it as the man moved closer again, one of his hands on his cock. She had seen that part of a man’s body a few times before when she spied on her master changing, but knew nothing about it aside from that. Stroking it a little, he used his other hand to pull her thighs apart. Knowing the demi-human didn’t wear any panties meant he didn’t even need to see it - he just guided his dick towards her pussy. Pushed against the wall, the girl couldn’t move away - so she just shivered in disgust as she felt his fleshy, wet shaft prod against her thighs. Eventually, though, the man was able to reach her pussy like that - his dick sliding right into her pussy.
“Aaah!” The girl screamed in pain, her tail straightening out because of pain and shock as the man took her virginity. Her hymen was torn with his dick, the girl’s snatch starting to bleed as it was penetrated for the first time. Unbothered by her cry, her rapist just pushed his dick further in - deeper into the untouched walls of her pussy. Raphtalia’s insides were revolting with disgust as she felt a part of the man move deeper into her pussy - it felt so vile to have him enter her like this! It was supposed to be master Naofumi doing this to her, all with care and love… And not some man she haven’t met before!
As he thrust in his body threw a part of her skirt up again - giving him a view of his cock, at least. Looking down, the man noticed the trickle of blood flowing down it - and couldn’t help but feel surprised by it. “What? Did your master not bed you yet, you slut? That wasn’t a part of your deal with the devil?” He grinned at her cruelly as he realized her lack of experience. In response to his words, tears flashed in Raphtalia’s eyes. She very much wished that it was her master doing this instead… But now, he would never be her first! And that knowledge made her so sad that she couldn’t help but cry. Seeing her tears, the man raping her proceeded to push his shaft even further in - until finally almost all of his cock was in. Pulling back, he then thrust right back in - before starting to do it quicker and quicker. Raphtalia continued to sob as the man proceeded to use her tight, virginal walls - the man eventually starting to groan with each of his thrusts. Even if he was fucking her dry, her pussy providing no self-lubrication, she was still such a pleasure to fuck… Even if that same thing made it only hurt her more. “Shame you chose to serve the devil of the shield… You would have made a fortune in a brothel, cunt.” The man told her while his rape entered the final phase - his cock starting to twitch as it fired off the first creampie Raphtalia would have to take in the night.
He kept his dick inside the girl as she began to sob even harder - her tail curled and floppy and her body shivering as she felt the foreign liquid pur right into her. Finally, as his dick was spent, he pulled out - keeping the hem of Raphtalia’s dress up. Like this, he could watch as his semen began to dribble out of her opening, splattering onto the girl’s thighs, onto the bed, and onto the cold, stone floor below. The crimson droplets of blood from her torn hymen also did the same. Ah, she was such a good fuck! However… With how long the queue outside was, he knew he couldn’t really wait around and fuck her once more. “Goodbye, Whore of the Shield.” He told her while leaving - Raphtalia too absorbed in what had just happened to even react to the insult. Her pussy hurt, and so did her abdomen… It was still filled of something warm and sticky, the feeling quite weird - but the sensation of having it slowly drip out was also very unsettling. Well… at least it didn’t hurt as much as the tortures she was put through as a child! She told herself that, somehow able to stay positive - even as another soldier strolled right into the room to rape her.
This one entered with something in his hands, too. It was a dagger! Ah, if only she managed to take it from him! Raphtalia perked up a little as she saw it - eyeing the man cautiously and waiting for an opportunity to act. The man approached her, his intents clear as he held the dagger. Reaching Raphtalia, he grabbed onto her dress with one hand, and with the other began slicing off huge pieces of it. First off he went for the front, removing a huge part of it and making sure that the girl’s snatch was no longer covered. He laughed as he saw the blood still on her thighs. if the girl was inexperienced, this was going to be far more fun. Then, he moved his tool upwards, cutting through a huge part of her dress - and creating another opening in it. Finally, he began slicing into the part over her chest - reducing it to shreds while revealing the girl’s breasts. Or at least intending to - for, unlike with her pussy, she actually had a bra on to cover there. She needed one to prevent her tits from bouncing around too much during battles, as that would prove detrimental. It was plain and green, but the sight of her boobs contained within was still entertaining. Her purple slave mark shined brightly over them, the light of the torches reflecting clearly in it - and basking her breasts in a purple light.
As the man stared at her tits, his dagger right in front of her chest, Raphtalia made her move. Joining her fists together, she slammed them right into her would-be-rapist’s hands. Catching him off-guard, she managed to make him drop it - her eyes lighting up as he let go of it. However, the restraints cut her movement - and so, she failed to catch it as it fell. Falling to the ground, the dagger bounced off the floor - falling far enough from her that the chains prevented her from picking it up. “You bitch!” The man called out in pain as he dropped it, realizing just how dangerous this was. Well, no harm was done in the end - but it was clear to him that bringing that weapon back to her was a bad idea. Well, he had already uncovered what mattered anyways - now, he should just enjoy the girl’s body.
Grabbing her tits roughly through her underwear, he saw Raphtalia’s face grew red again. After a few initial squeezes, he grabbed the bra itself - and ripped it off. Her titties burst free, showing him their real, respectable size. His hands grabbed them hard again, and the man proceeded to give them a rough, painful massage. By the time he was finished, Raphtalia could feel her entire chest aching - her breasts in as much pain as her pussy was before. Freeing his cock, the man thrust into her slit too - the girl’s legs wobbling as he went in between them. Using Raphtalia’s breasts as handles, he continued to hammer into her cunt - pounding it with more force than the man before. His flesh stick made her inner walls stretch more often, making her feel even more uncomfortable than she did before. Still, the pain had lessened a bit - dulling further and further as the man continued to rape her, before finally fading away completely. By the time the second climax blew up right into her pussy, it didn’t hurt the raccoon girl at all - only making her feel ashamed. H-how could she face master Naofumi after this? She felt so dirty after this…
Once his balls were drained, the man withdrew - wiping the last droplets of cum from his cock into her tail. Then, he picked his dagger up and left. Following this, more and more soldiers would come in to rape her. At first, they just used her cunt - filling it with more and more of their spunk. She could feel all of her inner walls be completely sticky with it - her pussy filled almost to the brim with their creamy, white cum. Her clothes were ruined already, but that still wasn’t enough for some of the men. They grabbed the scraps of her dress and tore them away - removing more and more of it. In the end, they had taken all of its central part away - leaving her just in her sleeves and her boots.
Vaginal penetration wasn’t all the girl had been submitted to. After forcing her to flip over, then spreading her meaty buttocks and her luscious thighs, the men forced themselves into her ass, too. It was even tighter than her vagina - and it hurt the demi-human much more, too. The walls of her rectum were simply too tight to let cocks in, and yet the men forced them inside her anyways. It hurt, and it hurt, and it hurt! Unlike with the vaginal penetration, which she got used to, there was no way that Raphtalia would be able to ever accept that sensation. She just continued to whimper in pain whenever someone would go for her ass - her backside hurting so much because of it. The cum flowing straight into her bowels also felt even worse than the vaginal cumshots - it was even more degrading than when they fucked her pussy. So, instead of hating being raped vaginally, Raphtalia found herself breathing a sigh of relief whenever a soldier would go for her cunt - as it meant no pain from her anus. The pussyfucking even led to the raccoon reaching a few climaxes of her own - as shallow as they were. The momentary pleasure and relief were blissful each time - but she only ended up feeling worse after each one would subside.
Instead of going for the raccoon’s two cum-dripping holes, some of the soldiers pushed the girl onto her hard bed - and straddled her body. Slapping Raphtalia’s tits with their dicks, they’d slide them in between her boobies - and proceed to rub their cocks like that. Grabbing her tits and squeezing them together, they would titfuck the girl - their hands and fingers hurting her breasts as they put them to work. Having the tip of one’s cock come from between the tops of her boobs, right through where her slave mark was, was truly an unique experience. The soft flesh and fat of her tits hugged their dicks well - even if it wasn’t as tight a fit as either of her lower holes, they still felt good to fuck. Because of them, her upper body ended up covered in cum, too - their seed splattered over her tits, her slave mark, and her upper shoulders. Some cumshots even reached her face, covering her chin and lips with their spunk. That was the only way for these to get cum on, as the men decided to avoid her mouth for the time being - in case the demi-human would bite them. That caused her face to stay mostly unsullied by their spunk - and the girl was grateful that at least a part of her avoided being defiled like that.
It wasn’t just men who had gone in to rape the raccoon girl. There were a bunch of female soldiers among them, too - who used strap-ons on her instead. Raphtalia liked it a bit more - as it at least didn’t make her feel the twitches of the men’s cocks or more cum going into her. The most notable of those women who came to her was the pink-haired princess of Melromarc, Melty. She had still been leading the hunt for Naofumi, but when she was notified of Raphtalia’s capture and upcoming execution, she just needed to come home to rape her herself. Her greatest desire was to hurt the Shield Hero - and telling him that she got to fuck his most trusted companion would definitely do just that. So the pink-haired woman came to use Raphtalia too - the woman only person Raphtalia was actively hostile towards during the entire night. She knew just now bad that woman had hurt master Naofumi - she wanted nothing more than to pay her back for it… But instead, the twisted princess was going to rape her, just like so many others.
However, unlike the women who raped Raphtalia before, Melty used an unusual spell for herself. A huge prick sprouted right from the woman’s crotch, adorned with two normal-looking balls at the base. Raping Raphtalia with her magically-gained cock, and listening to her surprised, reluctant moans… Ah, it was truly an experience to behold. The girl tried hissing at her angrily from time to time, but her own body was betraying her - her pussy clenching around Melty’s dick. “Heard you were a virgin before, demi-human. How did it feel to lose it to one of the soldiers, and not your beloved Naofumi? And how does it feel knowing that he’s never going to fuck you now?” She taunted the girl a few times like that, only seeing more anger pop up on her face - but that anger was always preceded by just a flash of pain. Satisfied with that look, Melty kept going - her supernatural cock granting her the endurance far better than that of those soldiers. It was so gratifying to shove her cock into this slut! Capturing and executing her would be such a massive blow to Naofumi… Both to his combat capabilities, and to his mental health. Just that thought was enough to grant her as much pleasure as taking the demi-human’s pussy did… Cumming into her was just a formality - her orgasm couldn’t really compare to the sensation that thinking about it gave her.
After emptying her balls right into the girl’s womb, Melty left while dispelling the magic that granted her a dick - the second princess really looking forward to tomorrow’s execution. Afterwards, the soldiers continued to torment Raphtalia with rape - it going on deep, deep into the night. By the end of it, the girl was so exhausted that she could barely move. Her body was covered in cum and sweat, her pussy, ass and tits were all aching. It was such a terrible state… And yet, she still could see a glimmer of hope. Naofumi was going to come and save her now, right? He was? He was! She kept telling herself that as she drifted off into sleep’s embrace - even if it was not for long.
Just a few hours later, Raphtalia was awakened by the soldiers bursting into her cell again. This time, however, there were more of them than before - and their intent clearly wasn’t just to rape her anymore. With the sun shining in through the small window in the corner, it was clear to the raccoon that it was already the next day. The soldiers removed her bindings from the wall, and instead bound her hands behind her back. Then, they started to drag her away - the girl still too tired after last night’s rape session to resist that much. Going through the castle in her ruined clothes, she could feel the soldiers - as well as the members of the royal court - both staring at her naked body. That caused her to blush in embarrassment again - especially that the way her chest swayed caused her bare breasts to swing around. It also caused the contents of her pussy and anus to be shaken out, with more of it dripping out of it and onto her thighs or just falling to the ground below as she was led away.
Finally, they arrived at the castle’s courtyard - the same one where master Naofumi held his duel with that blonde jackass who tried to ‘free’ her. Just like then, the stands on all sides of the square-shaped open space were filled - there was a lot of people who wanted to see her executed just for who she was. Seeing her naked only made the whole thing better - for them, and worse for the raccoon. She froze in place at the entrance, not wanting to show her naked body to so many people. The soldiers had to hit her on the back and push her forwards for her to enter - and once she did, there was no point in hiding herself anymore. She walked outside, very much aware of all those eyes devouring her with their leery, hungry gazes. If she could, she would have at least covered her chest up with her arms - but with them tied behind her back, she couldn’t do that at all. Instead, she just took a look at the courtyard. In the middle of it stood a wooden platform - one which the soldiers took her towards. On top of it stood a large guillotine - with an interestingly-shaped blade mounted within it. Raphtalia’s gaze was drawn to that blade. It could end her life soon… No, it would! Master Naofumi would definitely save her! Tearing her eyes away from the blade, she made them look across the gathered audience as well - looking if she could spot his cloak or his shield among the many people watching her. Then again, if he was there… Ah, he would see her naked! She blushed again a little at the thought - but showing her body off to him was definitely something she should do once he freed her. Maybe this would finally get him to recognize her womanly charms?
As she happily considered that idea, the soldiers took her up the steps - and forced her to lie on her back on the bascule. Forcing the girl’s neck into the lunette, the men pushed her down into it - having it fall into the small slot fit for it. Raphtalia squirmed a bit on the wooden boards that were beneath her - but the men were holding her in place. Up above her, she could see the blade hanging right over her neck - the girl feeling a slight unease in her gut while looking at it. That unease only grew stronger as one of the soldiers pulled his pants down, before approaching the girl from the front again. Prying her legs apart - the other soldiers helping him hold them apart, too - he gained access to her cunt again. Shoving his dick right back into her cum-covered cunt, he made Raphtalia bounce up a bit on the execution device. The king had ordered for the devil of the shield’s whore to be humiliated publicly in this final way before she was dealt with. Raphtalia, however, only saw it as a good thing - like this, her master had more time to get there! And even if the blade dropped… He’d just deflect it with the Air Strike Shield! He would!
Telling herself that, Raphtalia continued to endure as her pussy was pounded in front of all those nobles and soldiers. The public rape should have embarrassed her even more - but for some reason she didn’t really give it that much thought. She laid idly on the boards - only the tears flashing up in the corners of her eyes showing that deep down, the girl was truly afraid. The man fucking her continued to hammer away into her, very surprised about the honor of getting to be the final one to punish the devil’s slut like that. Her master must have trained her well - her pussy fit his dick like a glove! As his thrusts began to pick up the pace, showing that he was near a climax, one of the other soldiers picked up Raphtalia’s sword. It was sent back to the capital with the girl - having it play a role in her death was only fitting. Finally, the king gave the order - with just a nod. The bitch didn’t deserve any more words from him. Upon seeing that, the man swung the sword - slicing through the line that held the blade in place.
It was only an instant, but in that moment Raphtalia’s fear truly showed on her face. Her purple eyes grew wide, her eyebrows lifted in shock as her eyes stared towards the middle - right at the blade mercilessly descending towards her neck. Her mouth was also a part of her terrified expression, opening wide and showing off her tongue. Her voice also gushed right out of it - though in that moment, she only managed to mouth a “No!” Then, the blade just slammed straight through her neck - its weight and the height of the fall giving it more than enough energy to behead her in one go.
Master Naofumi… Master Naofumi! Why didn’t he save her? Why did this happen? They r-really… They really took her head! They killed her! Like this, she’d never see him again! That was all that pounded within her head as her neck was severed. There was no escaping this… She was going to die here! More tears began to run out of her eyes as she was forced to accept that thought. How could have master have failed to save her? He could do anything… Did he just decide to abandon her? Was she not good enough?
As the connection to her brain was cut off with the cold, metal blade slicing through her spine, her body began spasming with no singlas from the brain. Her legs kicked out a few times, her high boots covering up the twitching of her toes. Her thighs jiggled heavily against the hips of the man raping her - and her pussy walls contracted hard around his shaft. The continued squeezes were enough to push him over the edge, his cum flowing right into Raphtalia’s cunt. Her hips bounced up and down a little, their twitches making them move slightly towards one side. Her tail straightened out in shock, the fur of it all ruffled up. Her narrow waist bent just a bit, her upper body twisting a little. Her arms were still behind her back, and her torso laid on top of them, so they couldn’t move - but her fingers kept opening and closing within her gloves. Her upper torso shook the strongest, moving to one side, then to the other with a lot of force - her tits sent into a wiggle whenever she moved. Blood was squirting out of the stump of her neck - most of it going right against the blade that stole her life. However, the blade in that part was narrow enough that parts of her neck weren’t covered by it - allowing her blood to squirt around freely, covering the boards below her with her ichor.
Her head was starting to feel heavier and heavier, her thoughts clouded within it. Master Naofumi… She had failed him… She wasn’t strong enough… Maybe this was what she deserved? If she couldn’t serve him well, maybe it’d be best for her to die, and for him to find a more fitting companion… Sorrow filled her mind as the girl began fading away - her final thoughts still going towards her master. Her consciousness disappeared as she died - but not without getting to think his name one more time. “Master… Naofumi…” And then she was gone. Her purple eyes rolled back, signalling the end of her life to the world as the upper parts of her irises were obscured. Her mouth was still open, the tip of her tongue slightly sticking out of it. The corners of her lips went down, but it still remained open - drool leaking out of it and trickling down onto her chin.
As the demi-human died, the man cumming into her cunt was finished - and so, he pulled out. More cum began to leak out of her opening, but it was quickly plugged up again by another soldier. Even with the girl dead, she could still satisfy their carnal needs - and everyone wanted to fuck her while she was still warm. Further defiling her corpse like that was not something the king had expected - but he was perfectly fine with extending the girl’s punishment in this way. Her body’s spasms subsided, the girl’s corpse no longer moving - her tail flapping down into a limp position on one side of the body. Now that she had stopped moving, the men just straightened her corpse up on the boards again. Lifting the blade and securing it up again, some of them pushed her head to the side. Many strands of her long hair remained on the boards beneath her body as they were cut, but the side parts of her hair still remained connected to the head - for the actual part of the blade that did the cutting was very narrow. Just enough to slice through her neck, but a little more.
The gained access to her neck stump wasn’t just out of curiosity, though. The men didn’t want to wait for a go at Raphtalia’s pussy - the raccoon girl’s naked body turned them on, and they needed to fuck her right away. Climbing onto the wooden boards of the guillotine on that end, one of them forced his dick straight through the lunette - and through it, right into the stump of her neck. Sliding into her esophagus wasn’t exactly easy, for the hole was pretty tight initially - but once it slid in, it was just as pleasant to fuck as her other holes. The mucus inside her gullet provided the man with a lot of lubrication, allowing him to just penetrate her easily - his dick going in and out fast. The insides of her neck were pretty cold, but that cold only made his dick even more sensitive - making using that hole feel even better. The man continued to violate her neck stump in front of the crowd for some more time, but eventually became unable to hold his climax in - and so, he released his semen straight into the girl’s stomach. The moment he pulled his half-limp dick out, another man replaced him - just as eager to abuse the stump of the dead demi-human’s neck as the first man who did was.
It wasn’t just soldiers who were going at it, though. The onlookers were also invited to join in - to the delight of many of them. These people would queue up to fuck the girl too - very willing to bust a nut into or onto the body of the girl who served the devil of the shield. Her neck stump, pussy and ass all were fucked with a lot of force, and some of the more impatient men just jerked off on top of her body. But that wasn’t all. Her head, which was initially set aside, was also picked up for to be used. Grabbing onto it with both hands, one of the men lowered it towards his dick - and forced its head straight into her throat. The amount of force he put into that caused her jaw to swing further open, her tongue slipping further out. Forcing his way into her throat took him some time, but once he reached it, he began fucking it - slowly getting his dick further and further inside. Her throat, and then the back of her mouth, both needed to stretch to allow him to go further in - but that didn’t stop him in any way. Fucking her head like that also allowed him to stare directly at her face - to look into her rolled-up eyes, to see the tears running down her cheeks and the cum that was already on it. Through her open mouth - her tongue was still sticking out of it - he could even see his dick whenever he thrust deep enough. He continued to make use of the girl’s head like that, what remained of her long hair rubbing against his legs, until he came - spewing cum all over the roof of her mouth. Splattering off it, the cum fell back onto her tongue, as well as the sides of her mouth - including her cheeks from the inside. Some of his cum even managed to leave her mouth - a squirt flying out of it while more droplets ran down her tongue, eventually hanging from the tip of it. Done with his climax, the man gave her head away, his cum still dripping from the stump of her neck - right to another man who also wanted to fuck her head.
The necrophilic abuse of Raphtalia’s corpse continued for the entire day. The news had spread through the down, with more people coming and queueing up to fuck her. However, in the end, her body was able to satisfy everyone - and there was no one left willing to still fuck it. With a thick layer of cum covering her entire body, the girl was finally left alone - but not for long. Cleaning the corpse from all the cum, the maids at the castle began to make it ready for more abuse. Once they were done, princess Malty herself used some of her magic on it - ensuring that the body wouldn’t rot away anytime soon. Like this, she could be certain that Naofumi would eventually come to see the girl like this - and the sight was bound to hurt him a lot.
To increase the chances of it - and to discourage anyone from even thinking of siding with the devil of the shield - the decision was made to place Raphtalia’s body in such a way that anyone entering the town would definitely come upon it. Impaling the girl through it ass, her body was then placed at one of the city’s main squares. Her head was mounted on top of the pole - but it was detachable, if anyone desired that. Her body was still naked - and the woman was free to be used. Her ass was unavailable, but her pussy still worked, and was perfectly fuckable. The head was also available if someone wanted it. A sign was placed near the body, denouncing Raphtalia as ‘the Shield Devil’s slut’ - and saying that she was free to be used by everyone. And use her people did - fucking the raccoon’s pussy or head instantly becoming one of the popular ways of relieving one’s stress in that part of the town. There was a few soldiers stationed near the corpse at all times. They had two purposes to them. First of all, they ensured that Raphtalia’s head was returned to the pole after someone finished fucking it - for letting anyone take it away with them would be unacceptable. Their other task was to watch for anyone who would react strongly to seeing the girl like that - if they did, there was a fair chance that they were in league with the devil of the shield, too. Maybe he himself would stumble upon her corpse like this? If he did, then Raphtalia’s corpse would serve to lure her master into a deadly trap - a fate which the girl would consider worse than anything.