The Breaking
by AdmiralPiet
Copyright© 2026 by AdmiralPiet
Fantasy Sex Story: After her capture a young warrior wants to be brave when facing humiliation and pain. But her enemies vow to break her defiance. How long can she withstand the torture before she breaks?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Fan Fiction Futanari High Fantasy War BDSM Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Anal Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Muscle Mommy Needles Size .
Luzella sighed as she finally found a moment to relax, after more than three days of endless fighting, since the crumbling Goldulin Empire had launched the last offensive in its existence, but also its biggest yet.
Realizing that they were losing this war to the Kazdruk invasion they had scrambled everything they could, sending into battle not only the last of their experienced legions, but also the young recruits, unorganized militias and old men who could barely swing a sword. Farmers and housewives had answered the call to arms, despite the closest things to a sword they had ever used were scythes and kitchen knives.
The attacks had power, Luzella had to give them that, but even on the first day, the sight of the hundreds and thousands of crosses on the hills behind the demons first battle line broke the morale of many of the auxiliaries. Soldiers of the legions though, were good sport.
Luzella enjoyed fighting them, because they were strong enough to stand their ground against the onslaught of demons for a while, and then experience ever so much terror when they finally broke under the assault.
For three days the two armies battled, drenching the ground in the blood of both sides, death claiming man and demon alike. And Luzella was in the thickest of it, a raging whirlwind of destruction and despair. She had lost count how many had fallen under her halberd, and now her body was aching in every fiber, even her formidable muscles cramped and on fire. It did not stop her, with her still being able to take on whole groups of legionnaires. If anything, the pain and the wounds just made her wilder, hungrier for blood and gave her strength, while the Goldulin soldiers could barely stand the weight of their armor anymore.
But amidst all the bloodshed she did not have a moment to relax, not a single opportunity to fuck one of the prisoners, so numerously taken, or see them tortured. Yuldasha wanted her most excellent soldier on the front lines, but whenever her way led her near the camps the screams of the damned made Luzellas blood boil.
Now she found herself alone between dead soldiers and harsh rocks, neither ally nor foe nearby.
“Oh damn it” she groaned and let the halberd fall with a loud clang. Her cock was as hard as the rocks around her, and her balls full to bursting. She needed some relief, and she needed it now!
Chest Armor and battle kilt quickly followed the halberd but before the demoness could start on stroking her dick, her gaze fell upon one of the corpses around her.
Most of the soldiers accompanying her in this last battle had been helots, but Kali had been a Kazdruk spellsword. Overconfident and all too eager to prove her skills she had charged headlong into the fray, not realizing how weak her magic really was, or how inferior her battle skills were against those of her amazonian commander, and she managed to get herself surrounded, wounded and finally killed by the blade of a scythe that was rammed between her neck and shoulder guard. It was kinda fitting for the arrogant bitch to get felled by a farmer in rusty chainmail, the lowest tier of the Goldulin soldiers.
Luzella bent down and took up one of the bags Kali used to store her magic trinkets. Most of the stuff was worthless to Luzella, except from a dildo, forged from grey steel, imbued with dark Kazdruk magic.
“So, you were good for one thing after all” she whispered to the dead body of her former underling as she inspected the toy.
“Exactly what I needed”
Marching away from the battlefield a few paces Luzella lowered herself on all fours, and reached back to position the dildo between her ass cheeks. Normaly she preferred to fuck, over being fucked, but without a convenient ass or pussy nearby, this would do. Without much foreplay she pushed the toy deep into her asshole, its magic instantly taking effect, making her skin tingle and her loins burn with desire.
The thoughts of the demoness wandered back a few days, before the battle, shortly after Luzellas talons arrived on the chosen battlefield. Logistic problems were holding the main force of the humans back, and all resistance came from a single outpost and its garrison.
After their easy defeat Luzella had all the survivors stripped naked, and put in chains. The commanding centurion was singled out and bound spread eagled between two wooden posts, atop a dais, so her soldiers could watch all that would transpire.
Despite her hopeless situation she did not give in to despair, but tried to stand firm in the face of the coming pain. Her stunning green eyes regarded Luzella with a proud, almost arrogant, look as the demoness ordered her helots to whip her.
Luzella was somewhat impressed afterwards, since the centurion managed to endure three dozen hard lashes without screaming. Moaning and some muttered curses was the only thing to leave her lips, but the sweat on her athletic body, and her shallow breathing told the demons how hard it truly was for her.
“Why won’t you scream my dear?” Luzella asked and the prisoner spat out “Never will I bow before your horde, nor giving you the pleasure of hearing me scream!”
Looking deep into her eyes the demoness clearly saw that the womans strength came from the desire to live up to past heroes legends and stupid foolhardiness. Enough to drive her forward through a day, but put her under any real pressure for more than that and she would break.
“I make you a promise, centurion” Luzella answered with a grin “Before our main army arrives on this battlefield you will beg me for mercy. But there will be none”
That said, she loosened her battle kilt, and shocked gasps and whispers were audible from the assembled prisoners as they laid eyes on her swelling horsecock. She stalked to and fro on the platform, stroking her member until it had grown to its full size and then positioned herself behind her victim.
“Brace yourself” she whispered before forcing her equine cock into the centurions incredibly thight asshole. Luzella was obviously the first in there, the woman’s anus spasmed wildly as it was painfully stretched to the limit, and in a few seconds she had taken the massive rod to the hilt. Even now, the stupid woman refused to cry out, instead she clenched her teeth shut, and pain filled groans were all she gave her captors.
Even as Luzellas hard trusts rocked her body she held her mouth shut.
When the demoness finally withdrew the prisoners emanated a feeling of victory, but the defeat would be all the more bitter when they could hear their commander snivel and beg in the end.
Luzella ordered the centurion to be brought to the officer quarters of the castellum, since having taken the commanders quarter for herself.
For hours she raped the centurion on her own bed. At first the woman had attempted to fight, but for all the strength in her, against the tower of hard muscles that was Luzella it was all hopeless. Kicks and blows that were capable of forcing legion veterans to hit the canvas, this amazon took without even flinching.
At one point, her massive phallus crammed deep into the centurions pussy she demanded the name of her victim, but was met with silence.
“No matter, tomorrow you will tell me” Luzella promised.
Hours later the centurion was brought outside, clad in something that looked like a chastity belt. It was quite the contrary, since the strap running between her legs, had two massive dildos on the inside. Both were hewn from coarse wood, big and painful, stretching both her holes so she could not even walk straight as she was marched across the yard. And in addition to that they were coated in stinging plant toxins.
The castellum stood at the base of a steep rocky hill, with a watchtower atop of it. A crane was normally used to bring supplies and personnel up and down, but now the manacled wrists of the centurion were attached to it. After pulling her up until her feet hung a meter above ground weights were attached to her ankles, quickly turning the crane into a brutal vertical rack, making the stubborn woman once again grit her teeth.
“Leave her like that for the night, but lower her every other hour for a few moments for her to catch her breath. When the sun rises whip her again, and this time do not spare her tits. I want the whip cracks to be my wakeup call!” Luzella told her soldiers before taking her leave.
As ordered she woke in the morning with whip cracks and faint screams audible from outside. It seemed like the centurions composure started to crumble already, and the day was just starting. Tomorrow she would be able to put up a quite disheartening show for the prisoners.
When Luzella arrived in the yard, she wore absolutely nothing, flaunting her powerful body and hard cock in front of soldiers and prisoners.
Dozens of new whip marks had appeared on the centurions sweat dripping body, covering her ass, back and tits. She looked at the demoness through bloodshot eyes, tears trailing down her face and with every new lash she let out a half suppressed scream.
On Luzellas mark she was freed from the crane and brought in front of her tormentor.
“Your name?” she was asked and in an effort of will and defiance managed to rear up in the grip of the helots and spat in Luzellas face. The backhanded swipe that followed split her lip and nearly broke her jaw.
Quickly the human was bound spread eagled on a low table and awaited further torture.
A chalice and some steel needles were brought forth and spread out on the table. Taking one of the needles in her hand and dipping it into the chalice Luzella began to explain: “After what you saw of me in yesterday’s battle, you must probably think I am just some brute, nothing more than a mindless killing machine. In battle there is some truth in that, but I also have a more subtle site my dear”
The centurion was breathing heavily and only half listening “Sadly I lack most of the instruments needed for the finer art of torture, the dungeon of this fort is really in a bad shape. I hope you will forgive me that I can’t give you the treatment that befits your rank”
She held out the long needle in her hand so the centurion could see it.
“But this will do for the moment. On this needle is the same poison that coats the dildos in your holes, but this time it is not diluted”
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