Suikoden - Turning Tides

Author's note: As a fan of characters in other series, I want to stress that none of this story comes from hatred toward any character. I'm not active in the Suikoden fan community. I played the first Suikoden through PSN, and the lack of early Suikoden fic caught my attention like any other case of imbalanced focus on certain installments and characters over others. That said, this was on-the-fly writing with no real forethought or purpose, so please don't take it TOO seriously.

"Well well, what do we have here? The famous turncoat general Sonya Shulen and a sorry excuse for a rebel fighting force." Commander Kraze of the Imperial Guard bust with laughter and spit on Sonya's face, her prone position forcing her to let it dribble down her scowl. Sonya's trembling fury at this indignity, and her inability to fight it with a sword at her throat, was a dream, but it was the lineup of beautiful female prisoners of war that made it a sight worthy of a rising star in the empire.

He leered at each one. Beside Sonya, Cleo, the famous servant of the rebel leader Tir McDohl, sported a glare of contempt as hot as the one borne by the turncoat general. Valeria, a former lieutenant for Kwanda Rosman's forces, rounded out the band of direct traitors. What made this band of rebels truly pitiful was the civilians mixed in with their lot. For every warrior like Camille or Ronnie Bell, there saw some nothing like the Runemistress Jeane or the elf Sylvina.

The commander grinned, "I do commend you women; out of the whole rebel army, you were the only ones man enough to attack us while the rest of your soldiers cower in Toran Castle. How does it feel to know that for your frail, feminine deficiencies, you would be like fathers to any children you had with your male comrades-in-arms."

"You shut your mouth! Hix is more man than you will ever be!"

"Who said that?" Kraze followed his ear for where the voice last rang out, stopping between two women. Among them, only one had the defiant, fiery eyes to have made such an outburst. "Ah, if it isn't the daughter of Zorak, chief of the Warrior's Village. You have the fierce, smart mouth I would expect from the premier cock-sucker of her people. It must be a real motivator to have the chief's daughter wrap her lips around one's manhood."

"You bastard!" Tengaar burst with outrage.

"I suppose now would be the best time to introduce you to what we do with female rebels in my faction. Men?"

He watched with rapt pleasure as his soldiers cut to shreds every inch of cloth that the rebels wore, and latched off any armor. The rebel beauties, nude and on their knees, their lives in his hands. He gauged their breasts of varying sizes and sags, showcasing the multi-cultural experience his troops would get from the motley crew. "Yes, that's MUCH better. How about it, Tengaar? Care to show us what that mouth can do?"

"How dare you! When Hix finds out about this, he will cut your head clean off." Tengaar, like many of the rebel prisoners, had her arms wrapped over her breasts and crimson on her cheeks.

"Your weakling Hix is not here, Tengaar. You have two options. You can obey, or die. Live as the Scarlet Moon sword polisher or die like the rebel rat you are. Which do you choose?"

For all her proud rage, the Warrior Village chief's daughter nodded her acceptance. She yelped as hands tugged her back by her red twintails. Her neck settled into the stocks they thrust her head onto, the top half sliding down into position. A hot red glow from a chant the soldiers spoke made the metal latches melt, sealing her into her bindings. Troops surrounded the red-haired warrior's daughter, the sweet jewel of her people so sought that Neclord abducted her, and dropped their pants. A tear of rage flowed down her cheek as she took the first of many into her mouth, the other men finding space where able. Her netherlips spread with the entrance of one man's phallus, her honed warrior senses making her aware of the men ready to coat her entire body in sheets of their spunk.

"You cruel, heartless-"

"What's this rabble?" Kraze said, his eyes turning to the next defeated warrior. "Ah, if it isn't the Vice-Captain of the Dragon Knights, Milia. That's a lot of power for a little girl."

"I'm not a little girl!" Milia barked back at her captor, acting as if the soldier's blade hadn't cut her neck enough to let out tiny droplets of blood.

"No, you're not. I must admit that," the commander said. "You otherwise wouldn't have such an... 'intimate'... bond with your dragon."

"What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. With a relationship so close, an attitude so abrasive and faced with a member so large, it's natural that you would open your legs to your dragon."

Thrash roared Milia's feelings for her, shaking the castle walls.

"That's absurd!" Milia growled. "Thrash and I are like family."

"Yes, like husband and wife," Kraze laughed in her face, turning to his soldiers that held her. "She will receive the unbreakable bond and a honeymoon she won't forget."

"What? No!" Milia and Thrash thrashed, but when push came to shove, when swords nicked necks and spears dug into the soft spot in the scales to the dragon's heart, they each went still.

Assured Milia and her dragon wouldn't require his attention, Kraze scanned across the group of rebels. "Now where was that... aha! There she is. Kimberley, rise."

A woman of long blonde hair stood with a sword to her back, her heaving chest on display to the commander. She leaned into him, bringing her eyes to his, her breath rolling on his chin. "Yes?"

"I know of your prowess at forging seals. Give your ally Milia the seal of unbreakable bonds, or your life is forfeit."

The blonde teased a touch of the commander's shoulder and obeyed, watching as four men hoisted a large collar around the dragon's neck. The dragon threatened into tameness, Kimberley etched a symbol into the metal heated through a Fire Rune, a process done much simpler for the meager Dragon Knight.

Milia felt its weight hang heavy on her neck with the consequences it bore. She looked into her dragon's wide red eyes and the darker spots at the center of each.

"A rushed union, perfect for two brazen lovers," Kraze mocked, some of the fun lost when Milia went silent. He watched her hand stroke her dragon's green, scaly mouth and gave the signal.

"Ow!" Milia cried as the soldier pushed her forward. Thrash's roar of warning echoed as Milia's gaze settled on his massive endowment, thicker and longer than any spear she had yet to wield. Turning around in full, she saw the weapons of the Scarlet Moon soldiers leveled at her nakedness and the subdued leaders of their faction held at swordpoint. Down on her knees...

"AH!" she winced and cried when her dragon landed one powerful thrust into her, its sheer size threatening to split her in two. Bashing her head into the ground proved fruitless, her senses numbed for a mere fraction of a second, then gave way to the feeling of Thrash's scales rubbing on her hard and rough. Milia cursed her failure to train Thrash in gentleness to augment his raw strength, her cocky belief in no need for weakness coming back to haunt her as a third motion lifted her from the ground.

"Let's leave these two lovers to their first mating session as husband and wife," Kraze said. "Who shall have the honor of having their sins against the empire repaid next?"

"Sir! You need to hear this."

"Not now!" the commander barked at the soldier rushing from the gate.

"B-But sir! The rebels-"

"The rebels are a pack of weaklings that had to send these women to do a man's job, and I'm having my fun after they wasted my precious time. Would you dare to interrupt my fun?"

"N-no sir, not at all!"

"Back to your post before I make an example of you as well." While the soldier did as told, Kraze focused on the forger. "What to do with you..."

"You can do anything you want with me, handsome," Kimberley came on, her hand fake-stroking his manhood outside the armor.

"You're different from the others."

"I'm a REAL woman."

"A punishment like the rest of these women will not suffice, you need something more devious," he thought on it while the woman's eyes reflected her desire to knock him down and ride him. A plan he considered taking her for, reminding himself of the thrill in taking his time, sentencing the women to different ends before settling on one woman for his personal pleasure. It came to him at last, and he looked to the nearest soldier. "Head to the library and ask for the most popular sex book they have."

Kimberley's eyes followed the soldier running off into the town outside the palace, disappearing into the building aptly labeled. "A book? I don't understand. I-"

"Can't read," Kraze smirked. "I know. That's the entire point."

The commander's gaze passed over the past two judgments during his wait, reveling the fall of both proud warriors. Thick strands of cum drooped on Tengaar's chin, all but the most rudimentary features of her face lost in the blanket of white. For a second, he mistook her twintails for uncommonly large dangling strings of semen, a constant drip oozing off her erect nipples. If she had no phallus invading her smart mouth, he didn't doubt her moans would rival those of Milia, who shuddered and came right as his eyes set upon her.

A door slammed shut, and metal clanged as feet pounded on the ground.

"Ah, that was fast," Kraze remarked, taking the book from the soldier. Flipping through it to ensure its content, he threw it at the woman. "Read it."

"You just told me you know I can't read!" Kimberley said.

He smiled, unveiling his plan to the sex-hungry forger. "If you can read that entire book, my men and I will treat you to a night of anything you desire."

"Really?" Kimberley perked up with excitement at the prospect.

"There's a catch. Until you read it, you're not allowed any form of sexual release."

"You can't mean that!"

"Men, keep a close eye on her. At night, bind her arms and legs separate. If you help her find release, I will have your head. Take her away." His men holding her biceps in leading her off, the commander called out to them again as another thought arose, making them pause. "Oh, and men? If she has trouble, find a nice, simple book for a small mind like hers, and a tutor. A young boy or girl should have the education needed to tutor her to their level."

With that group walking off, Kraze pointed at the runemistress Jeane. Her curvaceous, well-breasted form had all the intrigue and mysticism promised by Sanchez in his reports about all rebel army members. A mesmerizing quandary, he thought, since the natural slink and sway she had to accompany her nudity should have made her secrets unravel before him. Yet of all the 108 Stars of Destiny Sanchez copied from the stone tablet in Toran Castle, hers looked most ironic. Chiketsu, the Star of Noble Wisdom... first tied to someone dubbed 'The Ugly Warrior'. She looked the precise opposite, but the tie was all he needed.

"Jeane, you're Chiketsu of the Stars of Destiny, are you not?"

"Yes... what of it?" a flowery perfume aura wafted from her, soothing the commander's senses.

"I'm hardly shocked; you're the most hideous woman I've laid eyes on."

Jeane giggled behind closed lips. "Am I? That would be a serious problem if true, fortunately I can see through your cruelty."

"You think I'm lying?" Kraze asked. "Believe me, I wish I didn't have to bear the sight of you, yet you are a prisoner and I must keep you. If you don't trust me, ask my men."

"Ask those closest to you if they agree with their commander? That doesn't seem like a valuable opinion."

"Very well. I hoped it wouldn't come to this. Jeane, we will get the opinion of one of your comrades. Men, step away from her so she may speak freely. Cleo?"

Kraze watched with rapt pleasure as one of the leaders of the rebel forces hesitated. If it went to plan, Cleo would remember the threat that hung over her head, and follow the honor and duty she was bound by in seeking what was best for her troops. In this case, Jeane herself, and the danger of what would await the runemistress if Cleo's answer gave the wrong results.

"Jeane, you're..." Cleo lurched, her conflict in lying to a comrade giving the very different impression of someone hurting to reveal a painful truth to a dear friend. "You look repulsive! What happened to you during the battle?"

"What?!" Jeane shrieked with alarm, dread sinking in as she listened intently.

"You look like a nasty witch. Please, commander, make her cover herself immediately!"

"This is horrible!" Jeane cried. "There must be something wrong with my Charm rune. I need tools to fix it."

Kraze stepped in, "That's not possible. All the shops in Gregminster have been closed for the day. I refuse to let you re-clothe yourself. I'm afraid you have one option."

"I'll do anything! I can't be seen as some ugly hag, I'm known for my beauty!" Her mania had finally outpaced any rational thought, purely part of the commander's plot.

He nodded to Cleo for a job well done, her rage at being forced into such a position apparent in her shaking balled fist. "Your height, your weight, everything from a silhouette looks the same. Ugly or not, my men still have certain needs. If my men covered you in their sperm, nobody would have to know. But then, if that's too tasteless..."

"Tasteless? I'll do it!"

"Before I give the order, you DO know what I'm suggesting?"

"So I have to walk around looking like a cum-loving sex beast, who cares! Most people think I'm a hussy and sleep around as it is, I can at least make people think the beauty they expect from me is hiding beneath it."

The commander grinned wide and triumphant. "Men, give her all you've got."

"Don't be shy," Jeane goaded the nearest one, ripping off his pants with astonishing speed. "It may not be easy, but as long as you close your eyes and imagine how I should look, we'll have me dripping from head to toe in no time!"

A furious pumping of her hands on two erect cocks led to a gross spurt massing in her silver hair, a mass she mixed in through a little rough and messy shuffling with her fingers. Jeane flinched as a second soldier blasted her face at point-blank. Feeling it drip on what she imagined to appear as a bent and crooked nose to everyone else, she looked up to him from on her knees. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I know I'm in no position to beg, and every ounce counts. Please, PLEASE don't let up, my face needs all the cover it can get before anyone else sees how ugly I look."

"Ahaha, women. Done in by your own vanity. Discover your good looks are fading and you'll become whores to make it right." The commander mused on how far the runemistress had sunk, so consumed by her fervent drive toward goopy cover that she ignored every insult.

"Hey! We're not all like that."

The commander's interests disrupted by another comment from the rebels, he trained his eyes on the owner of that voice. "Oh, it's the debt collector. This must be where you tell me how much it would cost to get you to do the same."

"Men like you make me sick. You have no shame or honor. If I had my spear-"

"But you don't. As I heard, you joined the rebel army for no other reason than to collect owed money, then like any fool that can be bought on the mere idea of more, you stayed and did anything the army asked."

"That's not the whole truth!"

"Silence!" the Kraze's voice thundered. He savored the blood fury on her face that perfectly matched her wild scarlet hair, and how he could see her agonize over the violent remarks she kept back for the sake of her comrades more than herself. "If you think you're so chivalrous, I have a challenge. Men, fill her holes with paper and coin until she gives in to her greed and joins the empire. Every woman can be bought, Camille. You get to prove it."

Unlike the other women, Camille struggled against her captors' depredations despite the spears and swords that could pierce her heart in an instant. Among three soldiers, two kicked the back of her legs, forcing her on her hands and knees. Pushing her legs in while maintaining a tight grip on their individual sides, the two soldiers permitted their third to take their pouches of money. It sprinkled out into his hand.

"Don't do this!" Camille cocked her head back in desperation to give the soldier a face to look at, a plan ruined as she felt a fourth soldier turn her gaze forward against her will then thrust his member into her open mouth. She tensed, ass upraised like an offering, when the soldier buried a handful into her exposed womanhood.

With this latest judgment, Kraze witnessed the beginnings of a fitting end to the rebel scum. Word of the atrocious treatment toward these maidens of battle and support would frighten cowards from the rebel army into submission to the one true authority in the land. Any remaining foolhardy and dispirited men would fall easily to the blades of his troops, morale chipped away by the example he would make of the females supplicated before him. The victory in his grasp tasted sweet, until one of his soldiers had the gall to speak when not asked.

"Sir!" the soldier wheezed from the brisk run he made to reach the commander from the gate. "Ain Gide's forces, they're-"

"I know, their training threatens to ruin our fun. I can hear their swords and spells from here. Tell them to train elsewhere if they cannot practice without disturbing the peace for miles."

"But-"

"DO IT." A bark of command sent the soldier running back from whence he came, giving Kraze back his peace of mind. He wasted no time in picking out the next lambs to his slaughter. "With that matter settled, I want you two, the ninja Kasumi and the dancer Mina."

The girls looked at him with sweetness and innocence, both undoubtedly feigned. He knew the ninja had many tricks, and as an entertainer, Mina needed to entice her audience with flirtatious winks or play shy to get the most from her customers. Deception was a staple in their lives, and an expert craft that someone in his position needed to follow closely.

"You can stop pretending," he said. "I can see through the ruse."

"Damn, I thought it would work," Kasumi grumbled, dejectedly averting her eyes.

"Maybe another approach will work? Hmm?" Mina giggled and leaned into him much like Kimberley before her, sliding her hand across his back.

He pulled her arm away, "I'm saving that privilege for a better prize. You get to do what you do best: dance."

"Dance? Why, I can't dance, I feel naked without my shawl."

"You ARE naked," Kraze reminded.

"If you make me dance without my shawl, I can't promise it will be any good."

"I'm not counting on a good performance, and your nudity will be rectified by my men soon. I won't insult your intelligence by pretending you're a bad dancer; unlike Jeane, you're world-famous for your talents. I must admit I like you, Mina, and if you give my men a good time, you can go free."

"You would do that for me? Thanks!" Mina cheerfully exclaimed, then hopped to the side and spun on her toe with swan-like grace. "Come on boys, my body isn't getting any stickier with you just standing there like lumps."

"Count on a dancer to seize opportunity where she can find it," he thought. "Free spirits always take to any opening for a chance at freedom." He gave Kasumi a once-over, her smallish breasts perfect for her espionage purposes.

"Kasumi," he said, "I have a very different assignment for you. As a ninja, your speed is your greatest asset. I would like to test it."

"Let me guess, you're going to assign me some form of sexual humiliation like the other girls."

"How astute of you. Like the other women, I'm going to let my men expend their seed onto your body. If you can masturbate yourself to orgasm before one drop from them touches you, you can go back to the rebel forces."

"That's a lie, you would never let a spy escape."

"Right again. It makes no difference; your speed can't possibly fell all of my soldiers before one of them would strike a fatal blow. Whether you follow the plan makes no difference to me, I know some of my men would love to rape you outright."

The ninja's squat onto her haunches was the answer that Kraze hoped to see unravel before his eyes. Kasumi's fingers slipped into her folds at the precise moment the commander's men began pumping their members. Kasumi groaned with the first pry over her sensitive clit, which led to a pause unusual to highly trained kunoichi. A thrust of one man's penis in front of her soft blue eyes broke her from her momentary daze. In an astounding display, Kasumi's hands blurred over her vagina, thighs quaking like jelly with the harsh pounding she enforced upon herself.

The commander stood by idly, his thoughts consumed by the spectacle of Kasumi's glistening sex. A smile crept on his features when one of his soldiers shot a white load on her upper cheek seconds sooner than Kasumi convulsed in a wave of orgasmic delight. "My my, half a minute. You must have been exceedingly aroused to make such quick work of your own pussy."

He took to Kasumi's growl of disdain like a simple, alluring melody. A command to repeat the act set Kasumi on her orders like the rest of her faction, and Kraze gazed upon the remnants yet to be sentenced. He rubbed his thumb on his chin. "It's time we came to the end. Men, take care of the rabble. I want these four for myself."

Sarah, Sylvina, Lorelai and Ronnie Bell, all were pulled back to join Leknaat and Viki as bystanders, the two teleporters put to sleep with the rare Sleep Rune the commander bore. They looked serene, peaceful, unaware of what would greet them when they awoke. The Imperial Guard had made good use of the time between orders from their commander, cum dripping off the long, dark hair of the teleporters as they hung by ropes.

Three of the remaining four glared at the him with unbridled hatred he would expect from proud warrior women; the last had long been domesticated by her husband Lepant.

Kraze spoke to his captive audience. "I didn't think it possible, but I have to admit, Sonya Shulen. Your small force has the power to match mine in one respect. It takes a large portion of my men to suitably carry out the sentence of just one of your whores."

"You're a monster, a symbol of everything wrong with the empire." Sonya decried. "How could I have been blinded by my loyalty to Teo for so long that I would allow people like you to commit unspeakable crimes against others?"

"Why did you have to turn away from the empire, Sonya? You could have joined me in giving this rebel scum the treatment it deserves. We both want to see justice run its course."

"Don't you dare put me in the same group as the likes of you. You're a power-tripping, woman-hating chauvinist. I will never bow to you, and I'd rather die before I ever give a moment's satisfaction by having sex with someone as unseemly as you."

"That might put a chink in my plan... if I wanted to have sex with you." Kraze relished the stunned look Sonya gave him, like someone had belted her with a sharp, painful slap. He knew that her fame as the beautiful female general in the empire's military, sought by many men, had stroked her ego to heights that left her second only to Jeane in zealotry. "No, a refined woman would suit a man of my status much better than trash like you. Eileen, step forward and kneel at my feet."

The choice was easy to make; his humiliation in Kunan by the combined assault of Tir McDohl and Lepant stung bitterly to his ego, a lovely songbird snatched away from him when he wanted her most. The time had finally come to take her for everything she had, the delay made up for in the backdrop of Sonya Shulen's whore brigade receiving their just punishments for defying the emperor. To Kraze's delight, Eileen quickly moved to unleash his proud erection and take it into her mouth.

He patted her head like a common pet to the sensuous licks of her tongue up and down his shaft. "Good girl, but you move too fast. Jeane?"

"Yes?" By now, the runemistress had little to recognize her for, her ponytail turned into a giant gob and her form consumed so thoroughly that one would think she'd gone swimming in it if they didn't know otherwise. Eager to please, she bounded to her feet and walked over to him. "How do I look now?"

Kraze held a rune aloft. "You have a lot of work ahead of you to hide that mess. As a favor in return, I want you to attach this Fury Rune to Eileen."

"Yes, Commander Kraze!" wads of spunk dripped onto Eileen's hand as Jeane performed the deed. It sank into her hand and emblazoned like a tattoo. Its effects kicked in without fail, her head bobbing furiously on Kraze's cock in her berserk state.

"Oh yes, very nice. You may return, Jeane," he watched her cum-smeared ass sway as she hurried back to the men to hide her perceived ugliness. In this perfect moment, he took a collar from a pouch on his belt. Wrapping it around the blonde's neck, he tied a line of rope to the dangling tag bearing the name 'Eileen' and held it high. The wife of Lepant's face shifted from an alarmed shock to wild, naughty excitement to serve her master.

Kraze sank from a rush of pleasure, then righted himself once more. "I'm terribly sorry, Eileen, but I can't risk your betrayal. You understand, I'm sure. You have nothing to fear from me, I take good care of my pets."

"How could you?!"

"What's that? Oh, I forgot all about you three," he addressed Valeria. "Listen, I'm busy with Eileen, and you three don't seem to like men much. It's little wonder. Trash belongs together, and your instincts drive you to mingle with your own kind. I'll cut you a break. Have sex with each other."

Their eyes betrayed the fear they had of going through with what he commanded.

"How could you force that on us? How could you say such cruel things?" Cleo spoke, sheepishly looking to the other girls as a thought crossed her mind. "Eheh... not that I don't like either of you. It's just that... well... uhh... I'll shut up now."

"We feel the same way," Valeria assured Tir's long-time servant.

"Is it really that hard? I thought you would find it easy with how alike you are." Kraze faked confusion, rubbing his beard. "Ah, it must be because you're not in your element. Unfortunately, true imperials don't make a habit of leaving garbage lying around, human or otherwise, so you'll have to settle with what you have. Here, I'll help you get started."

Powerless. The proudest, fiercest women in the entire rebel army glared silent daggers at him and the directions he gave, knowing full well that any deviation would worsen matters for themselves and the other prisoners of war. Sonya laid flat-backed to the stone ground, eyes unblinking as she witnessed Cleo's ass descend over her mouth. Next, Valeria dropped to all fours and lowered her head between Sonya's legs, raising up her rear to meet Cleo's face. Last of the ordered positions, Cleo's hands rested on Sonya's breasts while Sonya's hands moved to cup the hanging bosom of Valeria. One word...

"Begin."

and the women dove into each other to the sounds of men stroking themselves to the sight. Sonya's tongue rimmed around Cleo's anus and dove inside, the brown-haired fighter's juices trickling onto her Sonya's chin. Valeria's backside dug into Cleo's open mouth, where she licked the former lieutenant's slit. On the final end of this triangle, Valeria's face slowly became messed with Sonya's slick sweetness, the former lieutenant's dirty blonde hair draping the general's legs. Cleo pinched Sonya's nipples as Sonya lightly twisted Valeria's, the threesome christened with the spurt of one soldier's seed across their bodies.

Kraze felt his member pulse with the onrush of an orgasm and gazed out at his marvelous work. The dreamy violet hair of the elf Sylvina had a new color to its palette, the top of her pointy ears dripping with the main ingredient. Milia's husband dragon exploded with another orgasm that rocked her out of position, his dragon spunk dousing her every inch before she slipped tightly back on, returning to once again take her switched role among them of the one ridden for a change. Sperm flew from Mina during her twirls, her flower the only part left untouched.

"How much progress have you made, Jeane?" he called out to the runemistress.

"Almost done! Once they coat my nipples, nobody will ever know."

Kasumi the ninja. Ronnie Bell. Tengaar of the Warrior's Village. All were painted in a thick glaze of gooey, slippery sperm. Kraze shivered as he came, his seed splashing into the back of the feral Eileen's throat. A rub of the head brought a satisfied lick from his pet. He looked down at the three leaders of this thoroughly defeated group, maintaining their spirited lesbian licks and grunts through countless orgasms and pounds of jism, then matched his gaze to the likewise coated redhead who proudly stood before him.

"You were right, Kraze," Camille gave him a vicious grin and patted her groin. "I couldn't resist. A girl like me, we can only fake it for so long. I can't wait to count all of what your men stuffed inside me. It's a good thing most of it was paper."

"Camille! MPH!" Cleo flustered when Valeria rammed into her mouth mid-speech.

"That's enough, you can stop having sex with each other." Kraze allowed. The three moved off fast as they could, cum-caked breasts sagging. They laid in a row, Cleo beside Sonya beside Valeria, one blonde easily mistaken for the other with their faces smeared as they were. And towering over them was Camille, hands to her waist with a cocky smile on her lips.

"What should I do with them, Commander Kraze?"

"Camille, you can't be serious!" Cleo cried.

"Oh, but I am. You dragged me along on your quest and expected me to wait out the entire war on your side without being repaid the debts owed. Did you think I would accept being ordered around like a little girl when you won't pay me anything? The Scarlet Moon empire has thousands to give me, and all I have to do is smack around a few low-grade, uppity whores." Camille took the extra time to spit on each one, her own contribution to their wounded pride invisible on their masks of white gunk.

"What duty shall I assign you.." Kraze pondered, marveling at the fast corruption of the former debt collector. The 'little girl' remark from Camille triggered the perfect start to Camille's new life as a member of the Imperial Guard. "Do what any mother would do to an unruly brat: spank Sonya."

The former Imperial general's eyes widened as Camille lifted her by her neck. She saw the look of crazed satisfaction in her comrade's eyes, the dark smile of perversity edging out over Camille's own treatment by the soldiers.

"Gladly." Camille dropped down to one knee, bending Sonya over it. A glance aside to Cleo and Valeria showed their abject horror at the turn Camille took, made sweeter when Camille landed her first strong blow to Sonya's gummied ass. "You miserable wench."

"AH!"

"You dare to defy the emperor?" A long string of smacks brought yelps to accompany them, flying free and rapid. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-AH!" Sonya cried, heaving the heat out when able.

"Say you're sorry."

"I-I'm so- AH!"

"Say it the proper way."

"I'm sorry Camille.... AH!"

"Wrong! Try again."

"I'm sorry mommy."

Camille grinned and set her hand aside. "Much better. What are you sorry for?"

Kraze imagined how red Sonya would be, from face to chest, at the indignity of being spanked and forced to call out to the empire's newest soldier with such a self-degrading form of address. His attentions were focused as such that when one of his soldiers approached, he waved him off -- to no effect.

"Commander Kraze! Commander Kraze! The rebel forces-"

"Oh will you shut UP already," Kraze spouted at the soldier directly. "I don't care what failure those weaklings have accomplished this time, or what kind of problems you have with my brand of justice, or any other message you have to deliver. Leave me in peace."

Imbued as the bearer of urgent and pressing news, the soldier ignored a direct order and spat out what Commander Kraze needed to know. "They're busting down the gate!"

"What?! AGH!" he clenched his fist tight in anguish at the distinctly sharp pain of teeth clamping down on his manhood. The wooden gates of Gregminster burst open, an army of rebels rushing in.

Sonya smirked from her shameful spot across Camille's knee. "I'm sorry I didn't kill this sick freak sooner." She rolled forward off Camille's knee and yanked Kraze's sword from its sheath, expertly timing her attack to lop the head off one of the helmet-less knights precisely as Camille punched one in the face and one of Eileen's darts found its mark deep in Kraze's neck. The opening afforded Cleo and Valeria a chance to snatch up their weapons and attack the surrounding troops, making very short work of them.

"For a few minutes, I was convinced you switched sides," Sonya admitted to Camille before her sword clashed against a soldier's.

"Are you kidding?" Coins spilled from Camille's loins during her own clash of spear to sword, tinkling lightly amongst them. "Honor comes before any amount of money."

"Well, you DID make me call you 'mommy' and spank me pretty hard for an act."

"Aw, did I hurt your precious ego?" Camille teased. "War isn't pretty, but I'll make it up to you by using this money to pay for an upgrade of your sword when we get back if it makes you feel any better."

"Make it so," Sonya grunted and pushed the soldier back, cutting him deep with a slice. She glanced down at Eileen, the only woman other than Kimberley among them to get by with hardly a drop of cum on the outside. "I'm sorry you had to go through with that, but very nice work."

Trapped in a berserker rage, Eileen cocked her head to the side quizzically and flung darts out around her when she picked up the scent of encroaching soldiers, all dropping into heaps on the ground. Lusting for blood, she bounded off on all fours, hair flying wild in the wind and her tag jingling on her collar.

"That was... completely unexpected. I guess Lepant has a surprise waiting for him when we're finished here..." Sonya trailed.

Cleo gushed as she saw the silhouette of the one she'd been waiting for emerge through the thick of battle, accompanied by a brown-haired girl. "Oh, Master Tir!"

"This is deplorable! What happened here?" Apple decried at the mess the Imperial Guard had made of their women.

"Apple," Valeria said. "Next time you have one of these brilliant plans, keep it to yourself. Some weaknesses shouldn't be exploited, especially when your source for information about the enemy commander is a perverted little man like Krin."

Amid the sounds of chaotic battle, one of Eileen's darts found its way into the neck of one of the soldiers holding Thrash at spear-point.

"NOW!" Milia ordered, and Thrash's frost breath encased the remaining soldiers in giant blocks of ice. A second order from her to retreat sent the dragon beating its wings and flying into the air, Milia impaled on its enormous member. She peered down at some soldiers from both sides of the conflict staring up at her, hands hanging onto the bottom edge of her dragon's new collar. "I'm sorry Thrash, it looks like we'll be together as more than friends from here on out. I promise that for the rest of our days together, I'll be the best wife you could ever ask for."

The distraction from the dragon's flight gave Mina what she was watching for so closely. Done with the most careful of movements, she kicked back soldier after soldier with the art and grace of a butterfly on the wind, knocking them into the swords of fellow rebels. Through leaps and bounds, she made her way to Tengaar and alleviated the spunky girl of the troops who had turned her into a crude, failed display of erotic art.

"Oh finally! Let me out of this wretched thing, I need to pay these bastards back for degrading me," Tengaar spat vitriol.

"Hmm.." Mina bent down to examine the stocks they'd put her in. "Sorry hon, I don't have any tools or runes on me to get you out of that thing."

"Well hurry up, get someone that can! I can't stand being kept out here where everyone can see me like this, and I MUST have my vengeance."

"Oh, you need to relax, we're ALL the worse for wear."

"You don't understand! I can't abide by staying in this contraption much longer! I must- mmph!" Tengaar mumbled through the shawl gag that Mina pushed into, then wrapped around, her mouth.

"I'll be back for you later, sweetie, and I'll let your boy know what happened when I see him." Mina bounded off into the battle, leaving Tengaar to watch and wait in the stocks.

"Hee-ya!" Kasumi shouted cutely as she cut through another grouping of soldiers. She set her sights on another batch circled around what she could only guess was another of the women who had fallen victim to Commander Kraze's depravities. She flashed over to them, and faster than they could blink, all six fell dead to her daggers. "Ha! There you go. Hurry and either grab a weapon or flee to safety."

"You... you... idiot!" Jeane shouted. Her slimy breasts bounced as she leapt to a stand, her rosy perfume overpowered for many feet by the scent of her full-body disguise. "Have you any idea what you just did? The enemy commander was allowing me to hide my ugliness with their cum until I could get my hands on some tools to fix my Charm Rune. They only just finished glazing me over with a fifth coat. You can still see my nipples! What am I going to do without their help?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there Jeane," Flik interrupted as he stopped a sword about to crash down on Kasumi, stabbing through the attacking soldier's heart. "She thought you needed help. When the battle's over, there are plenty of places you can go to be that kind of woman."

Kasumi watched the Flik dashed off, then leaned in to whisper into Jeane's ear. "Umm... Jeane? Commander Kraze forced Cleo to lie to you so you would degrade yourself this way willingly. Underneath all that gunk, you look the same as you always did."

"I do?" Jeane said uncertainly, the sudden realization of what impression she'd made today hitting her painfully hard. "Oh, umm, I think I'll rush back to Toran Castle and take a bath right away."

Kasumi informed, "You could use the fountains in the front of the castle if you don't mind the risk of other people getting to see you do it. If you'll excuse me, I need to scout ahead."

"Wait, aren't you going to wash too?"

"None of us have time to clean this gunk off our bodies, there are soldiers everywhere and the victory of this battle hinges on all of us giving everything we have." Kasumi rushed toward the castle, leaving a dripping white trail in her wake.

"In that case..." Jeane pondered, smirking at the ingenious plot laid out before her. "I think it's time I stuck around and fought alongside the rebel army. If it takes days, well, walking around like this is something I'll just have to put up with."

The battle raged, rebels taking up their weapons in the final push of their front into the castle. Swords sparked and arrows flew, the women decimating the Imperial Guard as their cum-caked forms dried in the late day sun.

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The awful stench of battle and sex lingered in her nostrils, cricket chirps heard over the walls. The night air felt crisp and cool through the tiny gaps between the dried, thick sheets of curdled sperm. Her hair hung heavy with the viscous goo of her prior day's events, hands and head drooping to rest after the hours of muffled shouts through Mina's shawl. Drowsy, she passed out, seeing at the last second her love Hix wandering the field of slain soldiers and Eileen bounding toward her on the scent like a bloodhound.