Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Heroes' Defeat
Chapter 2: The Ice Hero Melts

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Fjorm, Princess of the Ice Kingdom Nifl, was facing a crisis. The Muspell Kingdom, lead by the ruthless tyrant Surtr, was rampaging across the land and was coming very close to conquering her homeland. Surtr had already killed Fjorm’s mother, imprisoned her younger sister, and caused her older brother to disappear, so she had little support to rely on. She asked for help from the Order of Heroes, led by Alphonse, his sister Sharena, and his friend Anna, but they needed more power. She underwent the Rite of Frost, gaining great power at the cost of a drastically reduced lifespan, but during the final assault, Surtr revealed he underwent the Rite of Flames, effectively making him immortal. The revived tyrant tore through their army, destroying Fjorm’s lance and crushing her against the ground. The last thing Fjorm saw as she went unconscious was Surtr’s grinning mug leering over her.

Awakening some time later, Fjorm found herself lying on the ground, her body aching horribly. She groggily got up, only to find Surtr in front of an altar. Alphonse and her brother Hrid were bound to the altar, both still unconscious. The Princess quickly searched for her lance or another weapon, but there was nothing around she could use. Jumping up on her feet, Fjorm demanded that Surtr release her brother and comrade and surrender. When the evil tyrant laughed and refused, anger came over the woman and she attacked him barehanded. Unfortunately, even with her powers given from the Rite of Frost, without a weapon she was no match for Surtr and he easily parried her attacks, punching her clear across the room. Her injured body already in pain, the force of Surtr’s punch sapped most of the energy and air from the woman’s body, causing her to cough and gasp, struggling to get on her knees. She heard shouting towards her and saw that Hrid and Alphonse had awoken, pleading for her to escape as Surtr stepped forward.

Even though she knew there was no way she could stop this madman on her own, Fjorm just couldn’t run away and leave the boys to be tortured by the evil man. She ran up and attempted to kick his head, but he easily grabbed her leg, swung her up, and then slammed her hard on the ground. Fjorm screamed and groaned in pain as her body refused to get up. The vile conqueror grinned, then told Fjorm that she would help put on a show for her brother. He effortlessly picked up the thin girl and turned towards the two bound men. With one swift motion, Surtr ripped apart Fjorm’s armor, shattering it into pieces and leaving her body naked for all to see. All that was left were the remains of the collar and shoulder guards of her uniform, a few remnants of her skirt, and her boots. Gasping in shock, Fjorm renewed her struggles to escape, but her battered body couldn’t break Surtr’s mighty grip. Hrid and Alphonse became livid, cursing out the evil man but unable to break their bonds.

Surtr’s evil smile terrified Fjorm as she continued to struggle. Then, she heard metal clanging to the ground and felt something long and thick caress her thigh. He had undone his leg armor and released his mighty dick. Fjorm became more desperate as she tried to avoid the incoming rape. However, Surtr’s massive hands gripped the young girl very tightly, and deep down Fjorm knew he could literally crush her bones to powder with minimal effort. She was helpless to stop him from spreading her legs, exposing her pussy to her brother and friend, who were crazed with anger at what Surtr planned to do. Knowing she couldn’t escape, the Ice Princess threw away the last bits of pride and begged her worst enemy for mercy, her tears flowing freely.

Her pleas were met with a bellowing laugh from the evil man, as he positioned the girl above his massive cock. Not even bothering to get her wet beforehand, Surtr, lined up his cock and forcefully pushed in, causing the woman to scream harder than she ever has before. The massive log invading her felt like she was being split in two! She cried out in pain as the evil man slammed his body down, taking her virginity in one fell swoop. Though her body had been battered and beaten before, the pain from her pussy stretching to its limit to accommodate the massive prick was like nothing she had ever thought possible. When Surtr went as far as he could go in the initial thrust, he just held there, smiling as her body tried desperately to adjust to the invasion. He looked ahead to his captives, who were struggling like mad to escape, and taunted them on their defeat. Fjorm, meanwhile, was too preoccupied with her own pain to pay attention, her friend and family’s pleas not even reaching her ears.

After a few minutes, the beaten woman regained her senses. The dick was still causing her blinding pain, but she could at least recognize her surroundings and realized Surtr was just standing there instead of raping her. She once again tried to hit her rapist away, but the evil man merely grabbed her arms, binding them behind her back with just one of his massive hands. She looked back at him with a mixture of fear and anger, but the fear won out as she looked upon his smiling face. He said he wanted to give her a chance to get used to his tool before he broke her completely. Her terrified expression grew as he placed his other hand on her head and forcefully pulled upwards, causing the girl to rise off the mighty dick. Fjorm groaned in pain as she moved upwards, but before the dick could fully exit from her pussy, the hand holding her head pushed downwards, causing her to scream in pain again as the cock plunged back into her womb.

Rather than using his or her hips to commence the rape, Surtr simply pushed down and pulled up using Fjorm’s head, terrifying the young woman again and causing her to grimace in pain. With Surtr’s massive hand tightly griping the beaten warrior, Fjorm was unable to move at all and her neck quickly grew sore from the rape. His grip was so strong that she feared he would tear her head clean off. The evil rapist laughed at her torture as he continued to pump the helpless girl up and down his cock, savoring not only her screams of pain but from the shouting of the two bound men. The dictator continued his brutal rape for what seemed like hours, and while Fjorm’s body was starting to become numb to the constant pain throughout her body. Eventually, the evil man could hold on no longer and pushed down one final time, stuffing his cock as far as it could go as his cock exploded deep in her pussy, Looking up at her rapist with a mixture of fear and pleading, Fjorm tried her best to plead for mercy and for him to not cum inside her. However, her throat hoarse from all the shouting, she struggled to emit any words. They didn’t do any good anyway as he filled pussy to the brim with his cum.

Once he finished depositing his seed, Surtr roughly tore Fjorm from his cock and threw her down on the ground in front of him. The broken woman struggled to regain her energy as every muscle in her body was in blinding pain. She could feel the cum oozing out of her pussy. After a minute, she regained enough strength to get up on her elbows and looked behind her, her eyes bulging at seeing Surtr’s cock once again hard. She wanted to crawl away as far as possible, but her body would not listen to her. Not like it would have mattered anyway. Then, the evil villain did something unexpected. He was willing to grant mercy.

Smiling evilly, Surtr proposed a deal. Fjorm would offer her pussy to him to rape again, pleading to be his sex slave for the rest of her life, and in return Hrid and Alphonse would not be sacrificed to the Altar of Flame and would be released unharmed. Shocked, Fjorm looked at her brother and friend. Both men yelled at her to refuse, to get away and leave them. Hrid shouted to his sister to not surrender to the bastard, especially not to save his life, while Alphonse begged her to not make any deal with him. She looked at the two men, unable to break free. They had both helped her through many tough trials, and it was her lack of power that caused them to be in this predicament. In particular, it was she that got Alphonse involved in the war to begin with. Suddenly, tears began to stream from Fjorm’s eyes as she willed her body into a kneeling position, her head bowed down and her pussy raised high towards the mighty Surtr. She apologized to the boys as she agreed to the deal and begged to be the evil tyrant’s sex slave.

Laughing at his victory, Surtr commended Fjorm on making the right decision, then stepped forward and knelt behind the prone woman. She begged her new Master to let her brother and friend go, but he said he needed to prove her loyalty first, and stuck his massive tool inside the woman’s battered pussy. Fjorm once again screamed in pain as she was brutally raped once again. At least this time he was pumping in and out of her like normal, but her body didn’t notice much of a difference as the mighty conqueror abused her prone form again and again. He ordered her to thank him for the privilege of being raped by him. After a few gasps and grunts of pain, Fjorm finally managed to work up enough energy to hoarsely thank him for the rape, her shame growing as she heard the two boys continue to shout in despair. His next order was to thank him every time he thrust into her, and though he voice was cracking, she did indeed obey, thanking her Master for destroying her body sexually.

Eventually, Surtr no longer felt like holding on, but instead of dumping another massive load in her pussy, he pulled out and sprayed his cum on the woman’s back. Fjorm just lied there as her body became coated in what felt like a gallon of cum, the sticky liquid making her sores and aches all the more sensitive. Lying on the ground in exhaustion, Fjorm gave one final hollow thanks as Surtr moved towards the alter. She wearily looked ahead to make sure he kept his end of the deal, and became overcome by despair by what happened next. Invoking a chant, Surtr activated the alter, engulfing Hrid and Alphonse in flames, turning their bodies to ash as the energy then moved forward and flowed into the vile ruler, refreshing his strength and recharging his immortality. Fjorm screamed at him that they had a deal, her face still in shock at seeing her brother and her friend die right in front of her. His powers from the Rite of Flame fully rekindled, Surtr turned around and smiled evilly at his slave.

“I lied.”

A little over a month later, a caravan rode through the capital of Nifl. The country had been ransacked and torn apart from Muspell as the citizens were helpless to do anything but wail in despair as the evil army conquered the land. The citizens looked on in a mixture of worry and fear as the caravan moved forward. At the head of the first wagon was Fjorm, completely naked and chained to a pillar. Behind her, Sharena, Anna, and the other female warriors from the Order of Heroes were also strung up similarly, including being completely naked. All of them had forlorn looks on their faces and did nothing to cover up their bodies. After all the brutal rapes, any resistance or fight left in them was crushed and destroyed. The caravan stopped in the town square. Fastening iron collars to the girls’ necks, Muspell soldiers freed the broken women and guided them to the central platform. All the girls immediately fell to their knees and crawled, knowing that walking regularly would get them punished.

One of the Muspell generals walked in front of the girls and faced the crowd. He shouted to them that their new lord Surtr can be a merciful God, and that this was one such mercy. The defeated female warriors were to serve as public rape toys for the citizens to use and abuse. Any frustrations the citizens had could be taken out on their supposed heroes and champions. The citizens looked a bit wary. Most of the men in town had long dreamed of having sex with the beautiful Fjorm, but the prospect of actually being able to was something they never dreamed of. The general motioned to Fjorm, who sat back on her knees and, in a rather sad and defeated voice, confirmed the intentions. This would serve as an apology for losing the war and causing the citizens to suffer and she told them to use her body as they wished.

In minutes there were long lines for every female warrior, but Fjorm was the longest. The Muspell soldiers kept things in order as two men stepped up at a time, one in front of the girl to receive a blowjob, the other behind the girl to fuck her pussy or asshole. The first citizen once again asked if it was OK, his cock twitching despite his nervousness. Giving a weak smile, the broken heroine told him it was indeed OK and took his cock in his mouth. She was pleased when he started groaning in pleasure at her technique. Meanwhile, the other guy plunged into her pussy, proclaiming how wonderful it felt. Fjorm grunted at the thrusting, but her cunt had long since been shredded by Surtr’s massive cock, so any normal dick left her feeling empty.

It only took a few minutes for the first two guys to explode in her body, and they were soon shuffled off for two more men. Fjorm briefly glanced at the area around her. Sharena, Anna, and the other women were all being constantly fucked, screaming in both pleasure and despair as they were used again and again. The next guy roughly grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in her mouth before Fjorm could do anything. He chastised her for being defeated, for giving the citizens hope, and for not being strong enough to protect them from Surtr’s evil. He told her this is what she deserved for being a complete failure of a Princess.

Fjorm twitched at the word “failure.”

She failed to save her kingdom from destruction and enslavement.

She failed to prevent her mother from dying.

She failed to prevent her brother and friend from becoming sacrifices.

She failed to protect her younger sister, whom Surtr promised, with an evil grin, he would raise properly.

Because she took the Rite of Frost, her body only had a few months left of life left in it. She would die knowing that her country would suffer under Surtr’s rule and that her sister would grow up being his plaything, helpless to go against him in any way.

The guy roughly facefucking Fjorm was right.

She was a complete and utter failure.