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Sara slowly stirs awake in a cold, dark cell. They blink, taking in their surroundings. Their tengu eyes let them see even in the dark, though the complete lack of any light still makes everything appear rather fuzzy to them. The cell is windowless, the door is solid iron, and the stone under Sara is hard, cold, and damp. A faint smell of blood is lingering in the air. A pile of dirty blankets is sitting in a corner of the otherwise featureless cell.
What happened?
Sara lowers their head, trying to recall what happened before they woke up here. They were out on a search and rescue mission in Watatsumi, right…?
Their memory is hazy. Distressingly, their Vision is nowhere to be seen, their armor is gone and their clothes are torn up, and they’re just now noticing the haphazardly-patched arrow wound on their arm.
Sara tries to move their wounded arm, and thankfully finds that they can still move it normally, though not without some pain.
Right. I think I remember… Kokomi went missing. My Kokomi… I was out looking for her, when an arrow hit me. How did I fail to notice the attackers?
Sara quickly deduces that the arrow must’ve been laced with something, because they don’t remember anything after that - they must’ve been knocked out. And now Sara’s gone and gotten themselves captured by Archons-know-who.
Suddenly, a stirring motion from the pile of blankets snaps Sara out of their thoughts, and by reflex, they defensively raise a hand.
And from under the blanket, out comes Sangonomiya Kokomi, Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island, and as of recently, Kujou Sara’s girlfriend.
“...Sara? Thank the Archons, you’re awake…” Kokomi’s usually soft voice comes out hoarse and strained, and she coughs a few times. Her tearful, sad gaze shows Sara that Kokomi must’ve been through a lot. Sara decides to question her on that later - right now, what the girl in front of them needs is some comforting.
Sara stays still for a moment, then gets close to Kokomi and gently wraps their arms around her, pulling the pink-haired girl into a hug.
“Kokomi… You’re alive. I was searching for you, fearing the worst…”
Kokomi returns the gesture, hugging Sara as well.
The two stay like this for a little while before Kokomi quietly speaks up. Her voice cracks a little as she chokes back a sob.
“I- I’m so sorry, Sara…”
Sara blinks. “...What for?”
“I failed you… I failed everyone. I let myself get caught by the Fatui, and- and now they have you too…” Kokomi sobs into the tengu’s embrace.
Sara takes a deep breath. They certainly understand the sentiment - they’ve felt the same way many times before, and even now, the shame of their failure at getting caught as well is weighing heavy on their mind.
So, it’s the Fatui that have caught them.
Those scum.
“Kokomi… We’ll get out of here, and we’ll make this right. I’m sure there is a way. If anyone could find it, it’s you and that brilliant mind of yours.”
Kokomi, in response, simply starts to cry, burying her face in the nape of Sara’s neck.
Sara’s heart breaks a little at this, but they keep up a tough front. They need to be strong for Kokomi right now.
And so, Sara gently strokes Kokomi’s back comfortigly, and takes a better look at their girlfriend. Kokomi’s once-regal clothes are completely torn up, the remaining tatters doing nothing to hide her bruised and beaten body.
Sara’s touch becomes a little more gentle, to avoid accidentally hurting their girlfriend while she cries.
“...What have they done to you?” Sara questions once Kokomi’s crying has stopped.
After a moment’s thought, Sara awkwardly adds, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Kokomi tilts her head up, and takes a few seconds to breathe before responding in a small voice.
“No, no, it’s fine… It’s… it’s the Fatui. They… they have been violating me, and forcing me to do perverted things for them, and beating me if I try to resist...”
Sara sees red at this, but stops themselves from shouting out the way they want. They don’t want to show any weakness or uncouth emotion in front of Kokomi, not now.
How dare those scum hurt my Kokomi like this?!
HOW DARE THEY?
They grit their teeth, and tighten the hug a little, careful not to hurt their girlfriend. They also manifest their raven wings, wrapping them protectively around Kokomi.
“I won’t let them lay a finger on you anymore. As long as my heart beats, I will bleed every last drop of my own blood before I ever let those vermin come near you.”
Kokomi looks at Sara’s gleaming golden eyes, the only thing she can see in this dark cell, and cracks a small, pained smile. “Sara… Thank you. But I can’t ask of you to lay down your life for me like that. We both need to survive and get out of here. I don’t have a plan yet, but I’m sure we’ll think of something together.”
Sara sighs. “Fine. I concede it would be better for us both to get out. But I will still do whatever it takes to minimize what you have to go through, even if it means being beaten up by those scum. I’m tough. I can take it.”
For my Kokomi, I’ll do anything, if it means she can be safe. Those Fatui scum…
Kokomi slowly pulls away from the hug. “Sara, dear… Thank you. I suppose I should tell you about everything I’ve learned about the place so far, so we can formulate an escape plan.”
Sara attentively listens to every word that comes out of Kokomi’s mouth.
“The Fatui usually come by in groups of three when they want to hurt me. And when the door’s open, I sometimes hear the screams of other girls from outside. We’re not the only captives here, so we should find a way to rescue them too. Sadly, I don’t know anything about the layout of this place beyond this cell. Every time that door opens, they come in here, they violate me, and by the time they leave, I’m in too much pain to pay attention…”
Sara listens calmly, their mind racing as they try to formulate a first draft of a plan.
“So, when they next open the door, we knock them down and bolt out of here. I could probably take three of them in hand-to-hand combat, at least.”
Kokomi lowers her head, furrowing her brow. “We probably won’t get far. We know nothing of how the place is structured outside that door. I think it would be more prudent to bide our time for a better shot at it.”
As much as Sara dislikes it, Kokomi’s right. The two of them would not fare well with how little they know currently. Sara speaks up again. “In that case, how about we-”
And then the cell door slams open, and torchlight fills the room, interrupting Sara and causing both girls to recoil from the sudden brightness.
“Well, well, looks like the lovebirds are both up.” A Fatui agent sneers as he enters the cell, accompanied by two Fatui guards, armed and ready in case either Sara or Kokomi tried something.
“General Kujou Sara, I formally welcome you to your new life as a prisoner of the Fatui. You’ll be of great service to us, much like your girlfriend there has been already.”
Slowly getting accustomed to the light of the torch, Sara scowls at the agent, putting themselves between him and Kokomi..
“You people are monsters. This is no way to treat your captives.”
The agent chuckles.
“You’re one to lecture me, aren’t you, lovebird. How many innocent men and women have lost your lives because of you, huh? How many did you kill for your dear Shogun during the Vision Hunt decree?”
Sara grits their teeth, and goes to retort, only to come up with nothing.
When… when did I do that? What does he mean ‘my dear Shogun’?
Kokomi, watching Sara falter, can tell that Sara’s just beginning to feel the effects of being separated from their Vision. She wonders just how many of her own ambitions she’s forgotten already, and simply hopes that her love for Sara stays intact.
The agent smirks. “Oh, giving us the silent treatment, huh? So here’s the deal, Kujou Sara. You will now strip down and suck my dick, because that’s all you’re good for. Or else, your dear Divine Priestess there will get a knife through her throat.”
Sara narrows their eyes at the agent. “...Don’t you touch a hair on her head.”
The agent waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I won’t touch her. She better let my boys here touch her a whole lot, though, or else she’s gonna have to watch you die.”
The two guards that came in with the agent stare lecherously at Kokomi, who’s cowering behind Sara.
Sara gulps as they look at the agents, and back at Kokomi.
“...Please don’t make me do this.” Sara says in a threatening tone, lowering her stance. Kokomi recognizes that Sara’s getting ready to fight.
The agent takes out a knife, and flips it around. “Make you do what? Suck my dick?”
Within the next few moments, a flurry of movement happens: Sara lunges at the agent, going for his knife. The agent sidesteps, throwing Sara off balance, and throws his knife at Kokomi, who dodges to the side. The blade sinks into Kokomi’s left shoulder, while Sara is pinned to the ground by the two guards.
The agent tuts. “I suppose that drugged arrow that knocked you out is still making you slow, Kujou Sara. Honestly, I’d expect you to be able to easily kill all three of us otherwise. Alright, so, I’ll cut you a deal. Me and my boys are all gonna use you for today, and we’ll leave your dear Divine Priestess alone to deal with her wound, just for today. How does that sound?”
Sara grunts as they’re being held down onto the cold floor. Kokomi’s already pulling the blade out of herself, and starting to tightly bind her arm before she bleeds too much. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like the knife hit any major vessels in the pink-haired girl’s shoulder.
“So, what’ll it be, General?” The agent asks once more.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, Sara nods. “Fine, you scum. When I get free, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming to you.”
That earns them a kick to the wings from the agent, as Sara is let go by the two Fatui guards. “That’s no way to speak to your superiors. Now strip.”
Sara spits at the agent.
He responds by slapping Sara across the face, activating his Pyro Delusion to give them a nasty burn on the cheek.
“I don’t think you quite understand the situation, missy.” The agent comments, slinking behind Sara and pressing a knife to Kokomi’s throat. “You know what to do if you want her to live, General.”
With a worried look toward Kokomi, Sara starts to take off their tattered clothes.
“There we go, that’s a good girl. Will you obey me now?”
Sara, avoiding his mocking gaze, simply nods, internally swearing to kill this guy first chance they get.
The agent takes Sara's clothes and, with a flick of his wrist, burns them to ashes.
"Now, suck my cock."
Sara gets on their knees in front of the agent as he pulls his pants down, and reluctantly starts doing as instructed, gagging a little as his full length goes down their throat.
"You've never sucked cock before, have you, lovebird? Put some tongue into it, dammit."
Sara briefly considers biting down, but for Kokomi's sake, they can't. Instead, they're forced to follow the orders of this… this scum.
Meanwhile, the other two Fatui are busy with kicking and hitting Sara's wings, seemingly having taken a liking to the sound of the fragile wing bones cracking.
Sara tries their best to ignore the pain, unsuccessfully. They yelp and quiver a little, trying to turn away, to keep their wings safe, to no avail.
Not long after, the cock that's forced into Sara's throat twitches and starts to release cum.
"Swallow, you Shogunate whore." The agent commands, and Sara once again obeys, shutting their eyes to avoid tearing up in front of their captors.
They're unable to gulp down the full quantity of the sticky, disgusting fluid in their mouth, and a fair amount drips down their chin.
"That look suits you." The agent smirks, and then gives Sara another slap across the face, right on their burned cheek.
"Alright boys, have at her."
The two other Fatui pick up Sara like a broken doll before throwing them at the ground, and starting to give them a serious beating, kicking and punching any and all exposed areas of the poor tengu's body.
Sara doesn't bother correcting the Fatui about their pronouns, it's not like they'll respect that anyway. They put up their arms and legs to protect themselves, to no avail - the Fatui simply kick them aside and beat into the General as if they were a simple punching bag.
After a little while of this, one of the Fatui guards commands, "Get on all fours, slut."
And Sara, looking back at Kokomi for a moment, does as instructed, their bruised arms and legs trembling from pain.
Kokomi, in the meantime, is huddled in the corner of the room, looking toward Sara tearfully, and carefully bandaging her knife wound.
The two guards line up with Sara, before a cock is shoved roughly into the tengu's mouth, and another into their pussy. Sara growls in protest, but there's nothing else they can do - Kokomi's life is still in danger, after all.
Soon enough, Sara feels a sickly warmth and something sticky inside them as each of the guards cums inside them, with some of it dripping out of their pussy and mouth.
But the two guards don't let up, raping Sara for what feels like hours on end, until the poor Tengu's face is a total mess, and their pussy feels bloody and raw from the continual abuse.
Once the Fatui finally pull away, Sara collapses to the floor, only to be picked up by the throat by the Fatui agent.
"We're not done here, lovebird. Now ride my cock like the slut that you are."
Sara twitches a little and tries to get into position, only for their legs to give out, making them collapse again.
The agent sneers at the pitiful sight, and mocks them some more.
"The great General Kujou Sara, rendered useless by a couple low-ranking foes? Come on, get up already."
Sara tries again, but their twitching body simply won't obey them.
"...I see how it is."
The agent sighs and forcefully turns Sara around, positioning the Tengu so their ass is sticking out.
"Okay boys, take a few turns at her asshole. I'm sure that'll teach her to disobey orders."
The two other Fatui seem all too eager to do so.
The first of them lines up with Sara’s hips and sticks it right in, causing Sara to grunt in pain. And as he starts thrusting, the tengu's breaths grow heavier as they bite back their screams. The last thing Sara wants is to give these scum the satisfaction of hearing them scream.
And the two Fatui take turns violating Sara, leaving their asshole bloody and injured.
Meanwhile, the agent jerks off over Sara's limp body while that happens, further degrading the tengu by covering their body in more disgusting gunk.
Once the guards are done with the poor tengu's ass, the agent picks Sara up by the throat, choking them and making them gasp for air.
"Now, you'll ride my dick."
He sits back and makes Sara sit on his cock, taking it into their pussy. With whatever strength the tengu general has left, they start moving up and down on it.
"Go on, show some vigor, your dear Divine Priestess's life depends on it."
He then also looks to the other two Fatui.
"If you two want, jerk off on her too, she makes an excellent cum dump."
Sara tries their best to perform decently enough to keep the agent from hurting Kokomi even more, and it seems like they manage that much, at least. Their body is stained by the Fatui's cum as the two guards jerk off over them. Finally, after a final load is deposited in them by the agent, they get off, wobble a little, and fall to the ground, laying sideways.
"Alright, I suppose that's enough fun for today. See you again tomorrow." The agent sneers.
Sara's left limp on the floor, covered in sticky bodily fluids, every part of their body hurting and bruised, their wings especially left bloody and broken.
“Let’s hope that’ll teach you some manners.”
The agent says as he departs after the two guards, closing and locking the door behind him, and once again plunging the cell in darkness.
Sara lays still, empty eyes gazing at the wall.
They… they have been doing this to my Kokomi…
Kokomi, with her knife wound now decently bound up, blindly reaches for Sara, and pulls them into a hug with her good arm.
“Sara…” Kokomi holds them in a nurturing way, hoping to ease their sadness even a little bit.
Sara tries to move their broken wings and cries out in pain, while Kokomi whispers comforting words to them. “I’m here for you. Let me care for you.”
Even though Kokomi can’t see in the darkness, she’s determined to help Sara heal.
She gets to work, correctly setting all broken bones in Sara’s wings and then binding them with strips of cloth from her own tattered clothes. Even without her Vision and her normal healing capabilities, she still has enough knowledge on mending wounds and fixing broken bones to be able to help her dear tengu.
Sara cries out and yelps from pain here and there, but allows Kokomi to work, taking some time to process just what went on. Their little cries and yelps don’t betray how excruciating the pain really is; Sara is tough, and doesn’t want to show too much weakness. Besides, most of the pain right now is due to Kokomi setting their bones, and simply knowing that it’s to help with their healing is enough to help Sara bear it better.
Even if my wings never heal, it was worth it for you, Kokomi…
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of pain, Sara’s wings are properly bound up to heal, and Kokomi is left practically nude, having used the last of the tatters of her clothes as makeshift bandages.
Kokomi then pulls Sara into the pile of blankets at the corner of the room, careful not to touch and hurt the tengu’s broken wings further.
Finally, Sara breaks down, starting to cry softly, quietly, their body shaking in Kokomi’s embrace. Kokomi places a gentle kiss on Sara’s forehead, and holds them close, whispering to them.
“You can cry all you need, dear… I’ll always be there to wipe your tears. I promise.”
Sara cries quietly in Kokomi's arms, until they can't anymore, until their tears run out. Kokomi whispers more soft, loving words to them the entire time, soothing them.
Finally, exhausted and aching in more ways than one, the two lovers slowly drift off to sleep, huddled together under the blankets.