City of Sin - Chastity's Justice

The Duke completely missed her approach, for all that the wind whistled past her with a roar akin to a catapulted boulder; as it was, his expression was one of pure shock as her golden boot struck him in the face. He reeled back, stunned by the impact, and his dainty bride pushed herself up to her feet; the girl's captors retained a firm grip on her, even as they gawked at the intruder. A murmur went up from the crowd below, all wondering who she was.

"I am Chastity, and I am here to challenge this gross pig of a man to a duel." She smirked, flexing her bright wings.

"Oh really, and would this be a duel to the death, little one?" He snorted, quite confident that he'd be able to humiliate, rape, and execute this fragile-looking birdwoman, and still have enough daylight left to seal his union with the young princess. He would not know that this thought is what sealed his fate.

"Oh no, dear duke. Not to the death, but rather, to the *pain*." Her smirk blossomed into a full-fledged evil grin as she went on. "I plan to remove your arms at the elbows and your legs at the knees. I shall cut away the fat you have gained from the subjugation of your people, and then the 'tool' with which you have ruined each of your previous wives. The sight of the blood squirting like cum from the stump shall be your last, as I shall also put out your eyes, before cutting out your venomous tongue and rotting lips."

"And I suppose you'll cut off my ears as well, let's get *on* with it!" He snarled, taking a step forward.

"Oh no, not your ears, and I shall tell you why: so that you won't miss every woman's shriek of horror, every child crying, every man demanding, 'Dear God, what's that *thing* that was once a man doing here?!' at your continued existance. This is my gift to you, the judgement of a world which loathes the very air you breathe. So," she paused then, "shall we begin?"

And it happened very much as she described it; for a pretty girl, she was more than adept with the sword she wielded. When she was finished, she ripped off a scrap of the duke's ruined shirt and used it to clean her blade before sheathing it. She spotted a couple of priests who wanted to keep the duke from bleeding to death, and she signalled that she was done; she felt dirty as she stepped back. This job, while fun in some respects, never got any easier.

"And what of me?" The princess asked; she had finally shaken off the shell-shocked men that had been holding her. They had dared not argue.

"What of you? You're *free*, princess." The somewhat-bloodied angel beamed at her. "And unless I miss my guess, enough of the wedding ceremony was completed that you're now a widow, and inherit all of the duke's lands and vassals." She fastened her bright blue eyes on the priest who had been officiating the wedding, and he nodded vigerously, as much to save his skin as anything else. "Good. Rule them well and wisely, my dear." She smiled and clasped the girl's shoulder, trying not to outwardly wince as she accidentally smeared blood on the pristine white gown. "You'll even be able to marry your choice of a mate now, though I'd give it at least a month to let the politics settle down." The other blonde let out a nervous giggle. "Now, would you happen to know where a girl can get a bath? I seem to be in need of one..."

"You can use the rooms I was occupying while preparing for this... farce." The princess - now duchess - pulled a face, as though the word tasted bad. "There should even be some hot water left, and a dressing gown should you need it."

"My thanks, my lady." She bowed; as she straightened, she espied two of the Duke's guards, and smirked to herself. "You two; go scrub yourselves down, and meet me in the chambers where you picked up the princess and her maids directly before this... ceremony." She found herself pulling a face as well. She smiled a little as they saluted her crisply, then hurried away to obey her command.

She managed to keep herself under control until she made it to the chamber that the duchess was loaning her, guided by one of her maids, at which point she started stripping off her hated, skimpy golden armor, with the sheer white skirt over tiny white panties (which required her to shave regularly), leaving the armor in a heap in the middle of the room before climbing into the still-steaming tub with a sigh of relief. She leaned against the wall of the tub and carefully pinned her hair up so that it wouldn't get wet. Finally, she relaxed in the water with a sigh, submerging halfway up her throat and leaning her head against the side of the tub, staring up at the cieling.

/I hate this,/ she thought; it wasn't a new thought, honestly, but it was one that was occuring to her more and more. /I hate violence. I hate fighting. I hate killing. I hate the smell of cooling blood. I hate not being able to use the nonlethal methods the male RHAs use. More than that.../ She frowned unhappily. /... I hate that goddamned ARMOR./ She sighed. /The design *seemed* like a good idea at the time... ah well, I guess there's time to replace it, once I'm done here.../ She straightened up in the tub and splashed water on her face, rinsing away sweat and a few blood drops that had struck her face while she was butchering the duke. She stared at her moisture-dewed reflection in the surface of the water, and heaved yet another sigh. /Guess I should make the best of this situation.../

She finished her bath and climbed out, drying off with a nubbly towel then wrapping in the semi-sheer sleeveless white dressing gown that was hanging on a rack nearby before stepping into the bedroom that was directly off of the bathing room, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the two guards she had commanded were waiting for her... rather eagerly it seemed. "Well, then, I'm glad you're here..." She purred, then looked them over. "Unmask," she ordered, smirking as they obeyed. "Oh, very nice... breechclouts, off," she added, licking her lips slowly. "Oh yes... I can definitely work with this..." She stepped forward and paced around both men, sliding a hand over their well-toned shoulders and backs, nodding to herself. "Serve me well, and you may yet be allowed to live," she purred in one man's ear, and he stiffened a little as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking firmly. He hardened quickly. "Nice... very nice... and now, the all-important *taste* test..." She dropped smoothly to her knees in front of him and sucked him into her mouth, as he let out a long low groan.

His hands came forward from where they had been clasped behind his back, and twitched, as he plainly wanted to grasp her head. She moaned herself; he for certain had been quite thorough in his washing, and the smooth skin tasted exquisite. She drew back, and shifted over to also sample his friend, drawing a similar reaction once he was hard. The first guard stroked himself slowly to keep himself erect, as the second hissed quietly, clenching his jaw, as she withdrew, standing again. "Now then... shall we proceed?" She opened the dressing gown and let it slide off of her body. Large, slightly-roughened hands reached out to slide over her skin, firmly kneading her moderate-sized breasts as she moaned hotly. "Oh yes, just like that..."

"Mmm, your pussy looks *so* delicious," one purred as he knelt, leaning forward to lick it firmly as she shivered all over. "Pink, and so WET."

"You talk too much," she teased, smiling down at him, then moaning as he pushed two fingers into her slit.

"I'm gonna enjoy fucking your tight little ass," the other murmured from behind her, hot breath fanning on her earlobe as he ground his erection along the cleft of her rear.

"Ooooh, so will I," she agreed, rocking her hips slightly in a counterpoint to his grinding as he panted quietly.

After some careful maneuvering, she was laid out on the bed, both guards stretching out on either side of her, one kissing her with a great deal of tongue, the other feasting on her lovely breasts, both rubbing and massaging her wet slit and occasionally sliding a finger into her. "Mmm, I'd say she's plenty wet now... you want 'er first?"

"Yeah... just for a minute, though; I want her ass more."

"Fine by me..."

She allowed herself to be turned over on top of one of them, and she felt her pussy being fondled vigerously as she pushed back into the probing fingers. The guard she was laying on rubbed and kneaded her breasts firmly, pinching her nipples, and he bit one as she cried out, the other guard firmly pushing his cock into her. He held her firmly to keep her from being pushed off of him as she was fucked hard and fast, the guard behind her pushing his thumb into her ass to start relaxing the tight sphincter. After almost a solid minute, he pulled out, then pushed the firm head of his cock against the pink rosebud, and pushed inward firmly.

She cried out as she was stretched, her back arching as she pushed back into him. Gritting his teeth, he thrust slow and easy at first before taking hold of her waist and slamming his hips up against her backside with a great deal of force. The guard she was laying on top of chuckled a bit while watching her face while reaching between them to guide the head of his cock to her ready pussy, pushing in with practiced ease as she groaned loudly. Shortly, the two men were thrusting fiercely up into her as she bucked and cried out like a wild beast. The one behind cupped her breasts, kneading them firmly and occasionally pinching her nipples.

When she thought she could take no more, and that her mind would break under the stimulation, the pleasure crested over her in a wave of heat, and she carried her lovers with her in the descent into lust-hazed madness.

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She dressed slowly, having bathed again to wash away the scents of sweat and sex, pleasantly sore in all the right spots and humming to herself.

"Sure you can't stay, babe?" One of the men queried from the bed, looking her over with a hungry eye as she drew on the hated armor.

"Yeah, sorry. Another day, another rapist to slay. And besides, I wanna change; this ain't that comfy, you know." She went over and kissed him hotly, fondling his friend lightly as he moaned. "Had a great time, though. And who knows? I may be back sometime."

"Look us up when you are," the one she had been groping said with a grin.

"Rrrowl, will *do*," she purred, bestowing him with a tongue-luscious kiss, making sure that the first got some manual lovin'. "Now remember boys, 'no means no'. I don't wanna have to beat up my favorite local studs."

"Yes, ma'am," they chorussed, chuckling.

She blew them a kiss, laughing as she went to the window, threw it open, and dove out, taking flight.

The work of a ReverseHentaiAngel was never done.