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Volume 14 - Final Fantasy 6 - The Unforgiven


"Bah, I figured you'd show up here eventually!" a gruff voice from
the other side of the door muttered.

Celes and Terra exchanged wounded looks while the man unlocked the
door into the barracks. The girls had split up with their male
counterparts at the request of Gestahl, who suggested that the
Returners might be able to soften their former enemies' hearts now that
the war was finally over.

"Look..." Celes began with exasperation. "We're here on the
*personal* orders of your Emperor. So why don't you let us in and
listen for a change?"

The guard stiffened radically as if struck by her words, his face
transforming into a snarling mass at once. Terra, sensing blows
imminent, casually stepped in.

"Is that any way to speak to an officer?" the female esper remarked
stolidly. Then, while the man was caught off-guard, she let her
eloquent speech ride into a decisive quip. "I'm sure you've seen
*General* Celes before..."

As the truth dawned, the soldier instantly cowed to the girls'
will, albeit indignantly. "Of course... Sir." he sputtered, stepping
out of the way. "We'd be honored to hear what you have to say."

"Why, thank you!" Celes replied with a chipper grin, oblivious to
both the man's seething furor and the gratitude she owed her companion.
Without fanfare, the duo marched in, acutely aware of the stagnant mood
hanging about.

"A Lieutenant..." Terra whispered, nodding her head towards the
retreating soldier. "No wonder he was annoyed."

"Well, I never did officially resign from the Imperial Forces..."
Celes responded wistfully. "I wouldn't have thought my position would
ever come in handy again, though."

"So, are you ready to tell them about the plan?" Terra asked
impulsively, demonstrating an uncanny human-like curiosity. This
current snag in the adventure was obviously frustrating the
green-haired girl, who hitherto was used to constant struggle. Now,
with the possibility of peace looming near, Celes understood why her
friend suddenly felt without purpose.

"Of course!" Celes said with reassurance. "We'll explain it
together. But first, I think I'll take advantage of my rank one more
time and clear a path to the ladies' room." With that, the magitek
knight sped off to the far end of the room, much to her companion's
chagrin. None in the party had been able to afford the luxury of
freshening up since they'd disembarked the Blackjack, and Terra was
more than let down to discover that an intellectual inferior had beaten
her to it.

***

With naught else to do but wait for her friend to return, Terra
made towards the large table that would normally be laden with
delicious food to raise the men's spirits. With the recent attack on
the Capital, however, feasting had taken a back seat. All that was left
on the wooden structure were a bunch of rotten grapes and some moldy
bread, which she set about playing with apathetically.

As usual, the restrained wizard had been keeping a careful eye on
the situation, for she knew her partner would not have the same
foresight. Her sixth sense had been trained on the green-clad officer
who had given them such a difficult entry. She knew he was up to no
good, but never imagined he would attempt hostilities on such mighty
warriors, much less women. Yet, he was now rapidly approaching the
mindful female with an unfriendly intent, and she knew better than to
risk any harm come to one of Bagan's emissaries.

Audacity radiating from her slender form, the half-esper bounded
onto the table, drawing a soul sabre to her grip. With alarm, she
noticed the Lieutenant did not even bat an eye to her movement, instead
only stopping to peruse his options.

Terra raised her empty hand in front of her, daring the man to make
a move. The paladin help her sword uneasily, overwhelmed by the number
of soldiers who could at any time launch an attack. She had been in
combat before of course, but never alone against such odds.

The officer was not one to underestimate an opponent, and motioned
for one of the Sergeants flanking him to advance. Terra wasted no time,
flicking her wrist towards the unwitting warrior and disintegrating him
in a flash of fire. Silence hung heavy in the room for only a second
before the entire group, as if enkindled by some secret message,
charged the sorcerer.

Putting up a valiant struggle, she lashed out in all directions,
decimating the encroaching army with swift, deadly strokes. Terra was
near turning the tide, having slain enough to back flip into a corner
for greater protection. Just as she took her eyes off the enemy
however, the blunt end of a polearm struck her in the back of the knee.
Spiraling downwards, she hit her head on the thick edge of the table,
and was no longer aware of the arms furiously pulling her into
submission.

***

Celes was aware of the commotion immediately even in her secluded
privy. She reached down to pull her jumpsuit up, but was greeted by a
blast of air as the door was forced open. Dimly, she was aware that the
green uniform was still around her ankles, and all her privates were on
display for this man. But if peeking at the vulnerable General was at
all on his mind, duty easily eclipsed it.

She grabbed again for her spandex garment with one hand and tried
to cover her breasts with the other, leaving the space in between
unguarded. Acting swiftly, her assailant lunged forward, slugging her
in the gut with stunning force. Holding her innards in pain, Celes was
now powerless to resist as the man grabbed her leotard, pulling it away
from Celes' legs before another entered and helped drag the naked
General into the main room.

Revenge was quickly smoldering in her wounded mind, fierce pride
ready to burn the eyes of these men who were stealing looks at every
inch of her body. Celes was ready to make them all pay, every last
lecherous soldier who would dare thrust this dishonor upon her.

Her fingers were just starting to crackle with a devastating bolt
spell when a troubling sensation suddenly shot up her loins. Unable to
concentrate any longer, the former general collapsed into her captor's
clutches, letting out a low groan at the thought of what was happening.
While she was fuming, one of the guards had casually reached around,
probing her vagina with such thoughtlessness the exposed blonde was too
shocked to even reply.

Instead, the helpless General simply turned her head to the side,
closing her eyes as the rough digits intruded into her secret tunnel.
Already other were all over her body, roughly grabbing her prominent
breasts and shapely buttocks. They were like sharks smelling blood, too
roused with the fire of lust now to do anything but point their cocks
at one of her holes.

Reluctantly, Celes offered not a word of protest as the men dragged
her to one of the bunks in the center of the room. They moved
painstakingly slow, each afraid to lose their link to the nude female.
By now quite a few sets of fingers were prying her cunt lips open,
shamelessly exploring her unlubricated womanhood.

"I can handle it..." Celes thought quietly, steeling herself for
the trails to come. "This is nothing new..." By now she had been lifted
up onto a mattress, presented as a prize to the officer in charge.
Being forced to have sex was bad enough, but for the vile Lieutenant to
have her this way would be so much worse. Even without saying it, she
would know what he was thinking -- that women like her *deserved* a
good gang-bang for trying to outrank a man.

"Don't worry..." he said with a sneer, lining his prick up against
her pink folds. "I heard about you in South Figaro. You'll be enjoying
this in no time at all."

Eyes wide in horror as he revealed her hidden past, the immobilized
girl couldn't help but flash back to the dreaded captivity in South
Figaro, not even flinching as her pussy was filled with firm manhood.

***

After being captured by the Empire's troops those months ago, Celes
had immediately suspected there would be some sort of sexual
humiliation to endure. As one of Gestahl's top officers, she had often
needed to turn a blind eye to the transgressions of the military
machine in order to keep her position.

She had learned one of the most delightful posts in the Imperial
Army was Kohlingen, where it was rumored that off-duty guards routinely
had their way with a comatose redhead reposed in the north end of town.
Rookies particularly warmed to the assignment as a chance to "practice"
on a female who had no choice but to accept load after load each day in
her crimson-framed flower.

In Doma, it was the unwed maidens-in-waiting who often caught the
eye of Vector's patrols, every virgin womb eventually having to endure
hours of "questioning" by eager pricks until being mercifully released.
Thankfully once their virginity was taken, they were relatively safe
from future interrogation until their daughters grew up, ripe and ready
to be introduced to the castle's tradition.

Mobliz had an especially seedy reputation for depraved perverts.
Because of an abundance of pre-teen girls, those with a desire for
unripened bodies eventually found themselves in a side alley of the
town, merrily pumping away at a hairless youth until they were
satisfied. Then it was only a matter of time before the adolescent
female would find her back against a cold wall once again, grunting as
her bald cunny sucked semen from yet another unwelcome partner.


Largely because she had never spoken up against these atrocities,
Celes offered no resistance as sentries escorted her down into the
bowels of South Figaro, defiantly holding her arms up as one chained
the former General's wrists to a cell wall. If it was her fate to
suffer the age-old demeaning ritual, so be it.

From that point on, she knew the men were going to ride this lucky
find as long as they could. Celes actually wouldn't have minded much if
they had just bent her over a barrel near the docks and hammered away
before informing the Emperor that the spy had been captured. In her
days as one of the only high-ranking women in the Army, she'd often had
to buck hips with her superiors at least once for a promotion, and even
more afterwards to keep from spreading the word about her loose legs.

Down here, however, the Figaro garrison could have their way with
their prisoner for days or even weeks before letting her go. Celes'
thoughts were filled with unanswered fears as it began, a cocky
sergeant boldly unzipping in front of her before shoving his member
into her mouth. With both hands chained to the stone behind her, the
blonde captive could only watch as her lips unwillingly sucked on the
modest rod, caressing it until a flood of sperm ran down her throat.

"One down..." she thought grimly, peering towards the door across
the room as another pulled at the front of her tight uniform before
cutting the bottom away to expose the beautiful golden crotch. Already
there was a sizable crowd outside watching Celes' every defilement,
anxiously awaiting their own turn. She focused on trying to will the
onlookers away with her mind, the task distracting her from the shaft
now plunging in and out of her well-trimmed cunt.

The first night was exhausting, for nearly all of the privates at
the end of the line were able to hold out at the thought of making love
to such forbidden fruit. Celes's popularity had been successful in
driving some of them to seek immediate release with some of the lonely
(and more or less willing) wives above ground, but every one of them
would get a turn in her juicy snatch before the week was out.

For quite a few hours the bound female held out, gazing at her
swollen labia as it inadvertently stimulated each thrusting penis. With
each conquest, her worn folds would futilely attempt to hold the
life-giving cream in per nature's orders, but would eventually give out
and spill seed all over the floor. None of Celes' partners seemed to
mind pumping her excessively soaked channel, even after it was filled
to capacity with sticky fluid.

Throughout the entire ordeal, she stilled her tongue, letting out a
stifled moan only a few times when having to accept an especially large
cock up her tight hole. It was even more difficult to deal with the
various eccentricities of her many forced lovers.

Younger soldiers were much easier to handle. Being so thankful for
this gift they would sometimes cast away their dominative status in the
heat of passion. Some suckled Celes' ample bosom like children while
others were enticed by the smell of her long, golden locks, inhaling
deeply while they fucked her alluring pussy. There were even misguided
souls who were unable to resist kissing her unresponsive lips, as if
they were screwing girlfriends instead of violating a total stranger.

Elder guards were a much different breed, however. They seemed to
take great delight in assaulting their prisoner's nether orifice. Many
would hold Celes' legs open as wide as possible, spearing her wet
innards forcefully until each jab was poking her sensitive cervix.

When the spent girl finally passed into unconsciousness, the orgy
died down except for a few officers who had been waiting for special
seconds. After carfefully securing the door, they removed her restrains
and let the defeated girl lay prone on the floor. Her curvaceous behind
was too tempting a target to resist, and the remaining men quickly took
advantage of it.

First it was decided that their treasure could only be fully
enjoyed completely nude, so the guards took the time to relieve Celes
of the rest of her clothes. Her silver boots and flowing white cape
were quickly tossed to the corners of the chamber. Even the twin metal
armbands and elegant tiara were taken away, so that she was entirely
nude when they sodomized her, assured that their hands were roaming
over naught else but deliciously bare skin.


That was not the first night Celes would wake up with a sore butt,
knowing what had been done to her during the night. The endless rapes
continued for days on end, steadily getting worse as her guards became
more relaxed with their captive. The bar rose, and soon she was
constantly on all fours, hunkered down while three cocks ravaged each
of her openings.

She was eventually so dazed, it took the better part of a morning
before she realized that she'd just spread her legs for one of the
merchants in town. After accepting that, the former General wasn't in
the least bit surprised when a grease monkey entered the room, forcing
her to blow his slimy rod before he stuffed her sweet hole as well.

Celes took each new humiliation in stride, brushing off every crude
comment about how good her private parts made her lovers feel and how
hot she looked leaking semen from her reddened vagina. She had just
settled into total complacency with what was happening when her captors
thrust a new shame into her psyche.

Long past the point of apathy, the abused female was on her
stomach, pointed towards the far wall where her chains waited for those
with a taste for bondage. Celes didn't even hear the soft clatter of
nails on the ground, and foolishly allowed hands to raise her buttocks
into the air.

The furry body wrapping itself around her hindquarters was the last
straw. She utterly broke down, shrieking wildly as the Vector pup
humped her with brute ferocity. Even with all that her womanly form had
been forced to tolerate, the horrified Celes couldn't believe they
would stoop to such depravity as to let a dog do her. And when the
brute was finished, she had to stomach the fleshy knot sealing her
lower lips closed, holding the sperm in until a soldier got around to
separating the two.

Her only consolation was their foresight in allowing only one
canine to rut with their prize at a time, lest their animal lust prove
fatal for the poor girl. But there were more half-wolves for her to
accommodate that night, and those who balked at a human partner were
goaded by their masters until Celes' snatch was flowing with watery
doggy-cum.

Tainted with bestial spunk, she thought the worst was over, but one
final abasement was left. The next day, when Locke was destined to stop
and rescue her while fleeing his own troubles, the guards forced her to
mate with a crawly from the eastern caves. With great mortification,
the worn blonde lewdly wrapped her arms around the invertebrate,
hugging tight so she wouldn't scrape her back while the segmented penis
spasmed inside of her.

"If only you'd come a few hours ago..." she thought sadly as her
savior crept past the sleeping guard, trying to ignore the profane
sight before him. With all Celes had suffered, she could hardly bear to
wear the stained clothes that were now scattered about the cell.
Sliding into the soaked jumpsuit, she looked down at her battered
pussy, swollen so much that even had her garment not been cut away down
there, Locke would have been able to see every detail of her mound.

Ignoring the transfixed male as he tried not to look at the exposed
jewel, the brazen Celes simply started walking out, shamelessly
dripping semen from her sopping twat.

***

When Celes slowly came back to her current plight, the Lieutenant
had nearly finished. His hands were on her breasts, pinching the
nipples while his pelvis slammed into the prone girl hard enough to
make the bedsprings creak in declaration of the heinous act.

She looked to the side as he came in her, the familiar feeling once
again entering the sacred place between her legs. Terra was still
passed out on the table, and now a group of guards was busy stripping
the unconscious esper. Celes sniffed lamentably as they removed her
friend's pink panties, gazing hungrily at the green patch and pouty
slit that would soon come to know the feeling of a thick cock.

Even when the former General felt the officer rubbing cream into
her own pubic hair, lauding her performance with profane words, she
continued watching Terra's defilement. The unaware female winced softly
in her sleep as a stiff rod began to pry her unused labia open, coming
wide awake with an "Ohhhh" when her thoughtless partner ripped through
the hymen. Fully alert, the summoner groaned as her virginity was taken
away, staring down at the red-streaked penis invading her previously
vestal canal.

Celes still said nothing as her comrade was brutally fucked,
instead complacently allowing another man to turn her over. Her elegant
cloak was gently lifted, and then there was only the sound of pistoning
flesh in her upended twat.

Because Terra's plaintive cries only encouraged her mate to further
desecrate the late virgin, Celes was able to oblige three eager males
while her friend was still experiencing her very first screw. After
absorbing a third load in her fertile walls, and watching her comrade
discover the same sensations, the ex-General was totally unable to
fight back any longer.

To their credit, the men caused their lovers no undue anguish,
ravaging the two young ladies only in the natural way. Each time a
soldier pulled out of her quim, Celes dreaded having to perform
fellatio that was never requested. And when Terra took another shot of
cream in her belly, she felt for sure the next prick would seek the
forbidden recesses of her backside.

Much more experienced in these matters, the enraptured blonde was
able to hold her emotions back as unbidden pleasure was drawn from her.
Her half-esper companion, however, was wholly at the will a body at the
dawn of sexual awakening. Whether from the strain of her feminine duct
stretching, or if Terra was actually getting some minute amount of
pleasure from the dicks spearing her abdomen, she responded each action
thrust upon her.

Every time a new phallus poked through her lips, Terra would grit
her teeth, grunting distressingly until the cylinder of flesh was
lodged firmly in her passage. Then, a chorus of moans would replace any
protests as she rode out another hot interlude, culminating in a docile
gasp when her tender vessel was filled.

***

The sex continued much in this same fashion, the girls changing
positions occasionally until neither was opposed the repeated
intercourse, merely attempting to get it over with as soon as possible.
After squeezing Terra's breasts victoriously, the last satiated man
exited her warm sheath, ignorant of his imminent demise.

Having just ridden a stiff pole to climax, Celes withdrew to the
far side of her bed, looking down at her spunk-filled hole with an
innocent "Is-it-finally-over?" expression. His guard down, the soldier
shot back a cheerful grin, elated he could get away with such a crime.

Celes cocked her head to the side, a pensive look on her face. Then
she pulled her hands out from the pillow behind her, crackling with
energy. In an instant, the smoking husk of his corpse fell off the bed,
and the once captive girl leapt up on the mattress, streaming bolts of
lightning from her fingertips.

Those that possessed some modicum of awareness feebly attempted to
brandish weapons, but only hastened their own death. Eyes glaring with
suppressed rage, the magitek knight struck out with impunity, lashing
out at her enemies with stunning accuracy. Once Terra got a grip on
what was happening, aiding her companion with carefully directed ice
spells, the room was ablaze with magical power with the two females
seemingly immune to the devastating forces.

At last spent, but at least safe, Celes sunk to the bed, lying
there only long enough to catch her breath before realizing the awful
repugnance she now felt for this piece of furniture. Invigorated by her
revenge, the nude sorcerer slid of the sheets, acutely aware she was
clad only in her tall, white boots and cape.

She stepped gingerly over to Terra, who was still lying on her
back, legs spread obscenely from what the duo has just been victims of.
The one-time General noted with a hint of sadness the ooze flowing from
her comrade's vagina was tinged slightly pink, remembering the
surprised yelp the green-haired mage had uttered after being
deflowered.

The esper looked very much as a private named Celes had many years
ago, after joining the army at the vulnerable age of sixteen. Barely a
week in her enlistment, she had foolishly given up her cherry to the
eager drill sergeant before being informed by her female superiors that
only oral sex was expected if she ever wished to advance. But where the
young blonde had only seen herself resigned to a life of putting out
for ungrateful men, her equally maltreated friend only saw opportunity
in what had just happened.

"I might as well let Edgar have what he wants now..." Terra mused
with a hint of relief, peering down at her drenched bush.

"Whatever..." Celes responded glumly, quite experienced in
concealing evidence of these all-too-frequent occurrences. "Let's just
get in the bathroom now and I'll help you clean up."

"What..." asked Terra torpidly, more confused by her ally's desire
to sweep this all under the rug than the thought of showing together.

"Oh, and sorry you had to go through this." the blonde replied
irrelevantly. "Guess you finally got around to getting a good 'ol
Imperial initiation..."


7/11/03 - VGSS
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