Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 17: Wild at Heart, part XI After the strange meeting at Beruga Tower, Fel felt too confused to return to her usual routine of whoring and boozing. Meeting a fighter who was stronger than herself always was a hard blow to her overbearing personality. She also couldn't help feeling envious of Dunia. For a mortal woman to fuck an angel was undoubtedly an extraordinary honor. And these two also seemed to be in a loving relationship. Fel wondered if she would ever reach such heights in her life. Sure, she had this vague plan of rescuing Princess Elea from the Witch of the Twilights... but she hadn't really made any progress on that yet. Finally, Fel decided to buy some dope from a shady individual. She smoked it in the ruins in the outskirts of town. The stuff wasn't too bad, but she fell asleep quickly after and slept like a log until noon. To her surprise, Fel woke up to the sound of someone begging for their penis not to be cut off. Now that was something that didn't happen every day. Fel drowsily turned around and opened her eyes to see what was going on. It seemed like a fight had happened not too far away from where Fel had been sleeping. Once again, she was impressed by how badly the drugs had knocked her out last night. Although people had been killing each other here, Fel had slept peacefully, curled up on the side of the road. A little girl with a slit throat was drawing her last breath in the middle of the dusty street. She was covered in bruises and her clothes were all ragged and torn. It looked like she had been raped by more than one person. The girl's blood-smeared asshole was still gaping. Fel wasn't even sure if the girl was still alive. She lay in a huge puddle of her own blood and her body didn't do more than make very small shivers. A little further away, an adult woman with ginger hair was sitting on the chest of a disarmed guard. She had pulled down the skirt of the guard and was now getting ready to cut off her cock with a blood-splattered butcher's knife. The young guard let out a high-pitched scream when she felt the cold metal blade against her most sensitive body part. "Don't do it! I beg you! Not my dick! Everything but that!" The desperate pleads sent chills down Fel's spine and made her remember a lot of things she had done herself. The ginger woman looked at the guard coldly. "After what you did to my daughter... you have no right to bear this anymore." She fiercely pulled the flaccid penis upwards. The guard cried out again. "It wasn't me who did it! I would never do such a thing! It were the other guards who raped her!" Fel looked over to the violated girl that also had ginger hair. She had stopped her twitching by now. A single tear ran down her mother's face. Her lips were shaking when she said: "Not that I believe your pathetic lies... but even if what you were saying was true... I guess you will have to take responsibility for what the guards of Nargath did to my daughter!" Three armed guards now came running to help their straitened comrade. "Let go of her immediately, rebel!" The ginger looked at them with grim determination. "I'm not a rebel." Then she plucked up her courage and cut off the cock that had allegedly raped her beloved daughter just a few minutes ago. Her hand still clenched the cut-off penis when the guards' halberds hit her. One strike cut off her right arm which wielded the knife, a second one cut open her belly and let her innards spill all over herself and the emasculated guard. But while the guard was screaming and bawling like a baby, the ginger woman's mouth remained shut. The guards pulled her off their comrade and started to mangle her. "Sick bitch!" "Die!" "You're gonna pay for what you did to our friend!" After crudely cutting off the woman's remaining limbs and pulling out most of her guts, they were getting ready to pay her back in kind. "Now you're gonna lose your cock, you rebel whore!" They ripped open her dress and revealed a surprisingly big and veiny penis. The guards gave each other dirty looks. "What a fucking huge prick. Your wife must have been delighted when she saw it for the first time..." One of them lunged out and took aim at the exposed cock. "I think she wants to keep that." Fel hissed while she swiftly broke the neck of the guard who had just been getting ready to castrate the dying woman. The other two guards looked at Fel bewilderedly. The red-haired maniac with the huge boobs had snuck up on their comrade literally out of nowhere within a heartbeat. "Rebel...?" Fel shook her head. "Wrong, sunshine. I'm your worst fucking nightmare!" Fel grabbed the killed guards' halberd and used it to split another guard's torso from the parting in her blond hair down to her stomach. While her comrade fell into pieces, the third guard was getting ready to run away. After taking only a few steps she suddenly felt a lot lighter when her legs were hurtling through the air and she fell flat on her face. Fel watched with mild amusement as the girl who had just lost her legs squirmed around on the street, crying miserably, pissing and shitting herself. The she turned around to face the castrated guard. The girl had recollected in the meanwhile. She was literally covered in blood and sweat. Her hands were clinging to the little bloody stump that remained from her penis. It took all her determination to talk to Fel and not scream out in pain. "I swear... it was them and not me!" She was talking about the guards which Fel had just taken apart. Fel snorted. "Like I care about the shit you talk!" Then she raised her boot and stomped on the girl's face. One could distinctively hear her nose and several other facial muscles breaking. Fel continued stomping the girl's face until all of her teeth were broken out, until both her eyes popped out of their sockets and finally until the girl's skull broke open and her brain splattered all over the street. The bloody mess that remained of her head had nothing left that resembled a human face in any way. Fel pulled down her panties, squatted down and took a huge shit right onto the smashed skull. Fecal and cerebral matter were mixed in equal parts in this abominable mess. When Fel walked away, she saw that the ginger woman had finally let go of the cut-off cock during her dying moments. Fel jumped on it with both her feet and it popped, spilling its mushy insides over the dusty street. It didn't take Fel long to realize that similar scenes were happening all over town. The day before had seen a lot of atrocities, but today the city was clearly in a state of civil war. Guards were fighting against the rebel army on virtually every corner. When the guards could bring some of the rebels to surrender, they subjected them and every inhabitant in the surrounding area that they could get hold of to cruel mass punishments. The captured people, including children, were undressed and shackled. If there weren't enough shackles available, the guards simply cut off the captives' hands and feet. Then the helpless naked women and girls were beaten with whips on their asses, tits and cocks until they were bleeding all over. The guards often continued with rubbing salt into the beaten women's wounds, raping them and torturing them in various other ways. When the punishment was over, they just let the tormented naked women lie on the street to show every passerby what happened to those who dared to oppose the town's guards. The rebels didn't treat the captured guards any nicer. Even if they spared a guard's life, they at least cut off both her hands as a punishment for 'raising her hands against her own people'. But most of them were killed. Fel could see many of them, hanging head over heels from lampposts with their throats slit. Another mass of dead bodies could be seen in the river. The women were thrown into the water to drown after their arms and legs had been shackled, broken or simply cut off. The houses which were used as the rebels' strongholds were decorated with horrifying trophies: Cut-off hands, feet, heads and penises were stuck on stakes and put on display to show the attacking guards in which way they would end up. Fel wondered if there was any place in this town that hadn't seen fighting and killing on this day. There were streets that were literally covered in blood. Fel herself hardly participated in the fighting. Only when someone attacked her or really aggravated her, she stooped to ending their life. Of course, a girl like Fel got really agitated when she was in the middle of such a gory battle. She knew for a fact that she would participate in the bloodshed sooner or later. But she didn't hold any particular sympathies yet for either side. For all Fel cared, this whole town could have just gone to hell. When Fel arrived at Liry's mansion, she saw that it was guarded by at least three dozens of guards and mercenaries. She nearly got into a fight with them when she said that she wanted to meet Liry. They finally let her through when they realized that Fel was unarmed. When she met her old friend in the lounge in which Fel had recently shat on the floor, Liry was looking more distraught and also angrier than ever before. She didn't even seem to be overly surprised to see Fel. Liry sighed and looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "Fel. Are you able to bring me some good news at least?" Fel shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't been too concerned with the two hits you offered me..." she lied. "...but I'm here to offer you a service that's probably way more important than some winged hussy right now." Liry impatiently played around with her black curls. "And what service would that be?" The whole situation obviously caused Liry quite some distress. Fel decided not to tease her for now. "Fighting the rebels, of course. Making sure that there's still something left of this town for you to..." Liry rudely interrupted her. "How much?" Seeing how serious Liry was right now also made Fel's heart beat faster. She was getting into this. Fel even found her friend pretty sexy when she was in her battle-mode. She surely wouldn't have minded fooling around a little, just like in the old days... "I don't really have a lot of use for your gold. But I thought of the following: When this war is over, a lot of people will probably lose their property. I want the five biggest brothels in town. Completely for myself. With every little whore and slave girl they have." Liry didn't even need to think for a second. She nodded immediately. "Deal. I want you to execute all of the rebels' leaders." Again, Fel was impressed by how fast and determined Liry was acting. By now, she was really looking forward to this battle. "But... I'm not even sure if they have any sort of leaders. When I walked through the town, the rebels seemed more like a mass of random people who're opposing the guards." Liry nodded angrily. This didn't make this battle any easier. "Then just kill. Kill, kill, kill- until none of them dares to raise their head anymore." Fel grinned. "I can do that. By the way..." She had snuck up to Liry from behind and now gave her an affectionate hug. "...you're quite alluring when you're commanding mass murder, councilor Liry." Fel's right hand felt up her friends' warm crotch. Liry sighed. "You know that I'm married, right?" Right. Fel consoled herself with the thought that she'd soon be owning a hundred whores while she reluctantly let go of Liry's slim body. "I better get ready for fighting then..." Liry turned around as she remembered something. "Oh, by the way- you won't be fighting alone! There's another person that I have already entrusted with a similar mission. Come along, I'll introduce you..." Fel was surprised. She only hoped that it wasn't Dunia that Liry had engaged. Fel would've been useless with that girl around. She wondered if Dunia would participate in this battle. If she joined the rebels' side, that would have been a good reason for this mission to fail... Fel's train of thought was interrupted abruptly when she saw who her comrade was. "Iliv." Fel said. "Fel." Iliv said. "The loony." both said at the same time. Liry was surprised. "Oh- you already know each other?" Both nodded reluctantly. "So I take it you have already fought together?" No. "...against each other?" Oh, yes. The other girl who hated Fel just as much as Fel hated her was smaller than her by more than a head. Iliv's elaborately knotted braids in bilious green reached down to her knees and were heavily contrasted by her dark red eyes. When she laughed or bared her teeth, like right now, one could see that they were slightly pointed, just like her ears. Her black leather dress was so short that most of her ass was uncovered. Unlike Fel, she wore no boots though and walked barefooted. Her weapon was a fancy black crossbow, but she didn't seem to carry any bolts for it. Fel looked down on the girl. "Still not grown a single centimeter, huh?" Iliv gave her a vitriolic look. "And you still can't wipe your ass, can you? You reek of shit, Fel!" Both statements were true. Fel turned to Liry and gave her a pleading look. "Is this really necessary, Liry? You know, this girl fights by summoning little demons that literally fart thunderbolts at her enemies! Screw that, she's probably a demon herself!" Iliv's face was red with anger when she screamed out: "Half-demon, you bitch!" Fel gave her a belittling look. "What's the other half then? Dwarf? Imp? Hobgoblin?" Iliv looked like she would explode any second. "So what if my mother is an imp? What does it matter to a murderous, moronic, lecherous, criminal piece of shit like you, Fel?" Liry felt her headache returning. If the town's salvation depended on these two's teamwork... they were all screwed.