Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 33: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part IV It was an old watch tower made of stone in which Fel's comrades had sought refuge after the fight. Fel wondered why there was such a building in the middle of the highlands. Had there once been a border here? It had been had been Calys who had carried Fel to the tower after she had fallen unconscious at the end of the battle. The group was only recovering slowly. Azu's power really had weakened. Although she was able to keep everyone alive and seal their wounds, she wasn't able to restore any lost body parts. Although Lau was lucky to have survived this nightmarish confrontation, she became depressed when she found out how disfigured her face was. A little later she changed her hairstyle so that her bright tangerine hair covered the whole left half of her face. Although she was heavily injured herself, Yrin seemed to be very eager about moving on and leaving the watch tower. But there was no way that either Fel or the woman who had her belly cut open were able to continue traveling after only one night of rest. Yrin kept walking up and down the tower nervously and always watched out whether there was someone approaching them. Fel thought that Yrin was probably worried about the wolves returning, but she soon found out that this was not the case. It was something that Yrin never wanted the others to find out about. Fel was asleep most of the time. Her feverish mind was still playing tricks on her, so she wasn't sure at first whether it was a hallucination when the tower was seized by a squad of over twenty soldiers. Their appearance was similar to that of the Vargranian warriors, but in sharp contrast to them, their hair was snowy white. Since only two of Fel's comrades really were in a shape to fight, they agreed to surrender and let themselves be captured. Fel decided to play along for the time being. Since her fever kept her from walking more than a few steps at a time, Fel was transported in a wooden cart. Even though it was uncomfortable and rain kept falling down on her, Fel slept through most of the journey. She had no idea where they were going and she didn't really care too much. When someone tried to have a conversation with her, she just didn't respond. All she longed for at this moment was rest. When Fel woke up, she was lying in a comfortable bed. The room around her was brightly lit by the warm sunlight. She could hear birds chirping outside and... absolutely no rain falling. For a moment, Fel wondered whether she had died and this might've been heaven. But there was no way that Fel would ever be able to go to any kind of heaven. This had to be life. Fel got out of the bed. There was no one else in the small room, but her clothes lay right next to the bed. Someone must've washed them since her panties didn't smell of shit. Both Fel's daggers and the blue bottle were missing though. Fel got dressed and tied her ponytail, then she walked over to the window to take a look outside. She had seen this courtyard a few days ago. This was Vargran castle. But at least two things seemed very off about it. First, all the people in the courtyard had white hair, just like the soldiers who had captured Fel's party. And secondly, it clearly was spring here. Just when Fel had realized this stunning differences, the door opened and a neatly dressed girl entered the room. She was holding some sheets that were just as white as long straight hair. "Oh my, you're awake!" The girl was so surprised to see Fel standing at the window that she nearly dropped the sheets. "You seem to have suffered from some serious illness... you wouldn't wake up for days! It's good to see that you're already able to stand up again." Fel nodded slowly. She sized up the girl. She didn't seem to pose any threat. "Yeah, I'm fine now. May I ask... where exactly am I?" The girl smiled cheerfully. "You're at Vargran castle. I bid you welcome on behalf of the whole Vargranian people! My name is Zuin, by the way. You will soon find out that you have come to the most wonderful place!" Fel grimaced. "I already think so..." Fel took another look out of the window. No doubt about it, this was the same castle in which Fel had met duchess Viora and received the mission to exterminate this wolf-girl... "Say, there were some other people who were brought here together with me. What happened to them?" Zuin smiled broadly. "Oh, your friend Lau is doing just fine. She was very concerned about you and helped me out a lot in caring for you. Shall I get her for you?" Fel shook her head. "Not her. There should be a girl called Calys that always wears her armor..." Zuin looked to the floor. "I'm afraid... she has left the castle already." Fel sighed. "Then what about Yrin and her women?" Zuin looked at Fel as if she had no idea what she was talking about. Fel added. "A group of armed women with black hair?" Zuin's eyes widened as she realized who it was that Fel was talking about. Then she burst into laughter without a warning. "Oh, them! Yes, they are still here. You can see them of course, if you wish to." Zuin had emphasized 'them' and 'they' in a strange way. Fel already had a bad feeling about this whole situation and it kept getting worse. "Yes. I would like to see them." Zuin nodded and smiled again. "Alright. Follow me, then..." Only a few steps after they had left the room, Fel realized that there was some other place that she had to go to. She addressed Zuin. "Say, girl... I really have to shit. Where..." Zuin blushed when Fel used such strong language, but she quickly retained her composure. "The latrine. Yes, I'll show you..." Fel didn't like having to go to a special place to take a shit. She preferred just pulling down her panties and just shitting wherever she went. But she figured that she might better try to not cause too much ruckus before she actually found out what this strange place was. The small room that Fel was shown looked and stank just like a usual latrine. It had a wooden bench with a hole in it. Barely big enough for Fel's plump ass to fit into. Fel sighed. Civilization sure came with its complications. She pulled down her panties and tried her best to squeeze her butt into the shithole. Only a heartbeat later, a ghastly fart left her asshole. It was easily loud enough to make Zuin, who was waiting outside, wince. But there also was some other sound that made Fel wouldn't have expected. It was a girl whimpering... and it came from right underneath Fel. Fel jumped up and took a look into the hole she had just stuck her ass into. It was dark in there, but when her eyes adjusted, she saw that there really was a girl in there. She was missing both her arms and her legs. Chains were tied to her stumps to keep her in place, with her face right underneath the shithole. Needless to say, she was completely covered in feces. It was even impossible to say whether her hair once had been black or white. Now it was just one sticky brown mess. Fel wondered how many people might've shat on that girl's face already. Well, add one more to that. Fel turned around and placed her ass on the hole again. The girl underneath her was crying now. It was silenced when Fel cut another fart. This one was a lot longer than the previous one and its stink was even worse than that of the whole mass of shit in the lavatory. Fel could hear the girl underneath her throwing up. Well, this was far from over for her. Fel's asshole opened up and the girl was literally showered in shit. Even Fel usually didn't shit this much. She faintly remembered being fed soup while being only half awake, but she hadn't taken a dump in quite a while. More and more soft logs kept plopping out of Fel's asshole, to the point that even Fel thought that it was getting ridiculous. The girl underneath her was probably completely buried in Fel's feces by now. Fel didn't hear any sounds from her anymore. Even if the girl was still alive, she probably wished that she was dead by now. After she had squeezed out the last piece of shit, Fel's asshole felt as if she had been fucked. Of course, she also had to piss. Fel stood up, turned around and grabbed her flaccid cock. She tried to piss into the girl's face, or at least the part in the brown mess which she assumed was the girl's face. The brown heap down there didn't resemble a human being in any way anymore. When Fel was finally finished and left the lavatory, she saw that Zuin had moved quite a bit away from the door. Probably both to not hear the disgusting sounds with such clarity and to get away from the horrible stink. She looked quite pale and stuttered as she welcomed Fel back. Fel was used to have that effect on people, so she didn't worry about it. Zuin led Fel to a different part of the castle. As she followed Zuin, Fel began to notice some differences to the Vargran castle she had been to before. While the overall architecture of the castle was exactly the same, the furnishing was different in many places. It was like an exact copy of Vargran castle, but different people inhabited this place. The place Fel was being led to was the castle's dungeon. She hadn't been to the dungeon of Viora's castle yet, so she was unable to say whether there were any differences here. Fel could hear whiplashes and cries of pain. And they were getting louder as Zuin was leading her towards the place where Yrin and her warriors were kept. Zuin still put on a broad smile as they reached a room that was clearly a torture chamber. There she was. Yrin was completely naked and her remaining arm was shackled to a chain that hung from the ceiling. It kept her from falling down. Her whole back and her ass had been whipped so hard that there was hardly any skin left on them. It was just one rough mess of blood and torn flesh. The woman who had been whipping her wore scanty black leather clothes and was sweating all over. She greeted both Zuin and Fel nonchalantly as they entered the torture chamber. Fel took a look at Yrin's front side. Long nails stuck in her most delicates. Three nails had been hammered into each of her balls and at least twenty nails into her flaccid penis. Another five nails penetrated each one of her nipples. Yrin's eyes were completely blank. It didn't look like she recognized Fel. Fel looked at the torturer. "Are all of them in this state?" The addressed woman grinned. Blood was constantly dripping from her whip. "No, not all of them were as recalcitrant as this particular one..." The torturer turned Yrin's body around and made her look into her eyes. Then she addressed the tormented woman. "Tell me! What is this castle called?" Yrin was breathing heavily. Fel was surprised that she hadn't fainted from blood loss yet. It took a while before she had gathered enough strength to answer the question. She raised her head a little. Her voice was quiet, but proud. "This is Nergran. The home of the devil." Zuin seemed to be seriously offended by this answer. She shouted out. "No, it's not! This is Vargran castle, you dumb woman! Whip her! Whip her ass!" The torturer grinned and did as she was told. Blood sprayed as the whip hit Yrin's mangled ass cheeks. Yrin let out a bloodcurdling scream. Neither Zuin nor the torturer seemed to be bothered by it at all. The woman continued whipping Yrin's backside. The whipcords dug deeper and deeper into the Vargranian warrior's flesh. Even if she would've been released right now, her body would've remained horribly disfigured. But Fel had an idea that Yrin would probably never leave this castle again. She returned to Zuin who watched complacently as the shit was beaten out of Yrin. "Can I see the the other captured warriors?" Zuin looked at Fel excitedly as if she had just brought up a very interesting subject. She nodded. "Alright. I'll show you." As Fel could've guessed, Zuin lead her to another part of the dungeon. There she met all of them again. All three of the Vargranian warriors who had survived the fight against the wolves. They hadn't survived this one though. Fel recognized the execution method that had been used here. They had hung up the women headfirst and sawed them in half. Fel had actually watched such a thing in the past. One began by applying the saw to the taint and sawing through the ball sack and ass crack. The victim was still alive when its belly was being sawed in half and the jagged teeth tore through their guts. They usually died by the time the rib cage was severed. Sometimes the executioner stopped at this point, but this women had been completely sawed in half and put up like slaughtered pigs. It couldn't have happened too long ago since the dead bodies didn't show any signs of decay yet. What they did show though were countless marks of torture that they had been put through before their execution. Fel looked at the severed bodies with a mixture of strange fascination and disgust. "What is the crime they were accused of?" It looked as if Zuin had been waiting for that question. She looked very serious and strangely solemn. "Perjury." That didn't explain a lot though. Fel could hardly avert her eyes from the dismembered women. All of Azu's work had gone to waste... That reminded Fel. "Say, was there a little blue bottles among my belongings when I was brought here?" Zuin quickly nodded. "There was. Let me assure you, we do not intend to take anything from you. Your goods and weapons will be returned to you as soon as you leave the castle." Fel looked at her severely. "Then can I leave now?" Zuin smiled again. Fel could've punched her in the face and kicked her in the balls. "Oh, but it would be a shame if you left before the duchess had a chance to talk to you! She expressed great interest in meeting you." Fel nodded. "Fine. Let's meet her then..."