Author's Note: This chapter contains portrayals of violence, rape and death. This is what was hinted at in the prologue. I have tried to shoot around the worst of it, but what happens is obvious even if I don't explicitly describe it. Read at your own risk.

This is one of the hardest things I have ever written. Raping a character is awful and doesn't not make them strong like so many authors try to do. We see that Maleficent is quite beautiful, but we never really see her. We see her face, and hands, but never her body, not even an outline, just her robes. That says a lot. Something happened to her.

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The Ilkhan

The Ilkhan was sitting stoically on his fur covered throne. The guards had placed the body of his son before him. He sat there for a long time, his face impassive. Then he rose, drew his sword and beheaded each of his son's guards. They had failed in their duty.

"Gather the army and the horses. We ride to Passhold. This cannot stand."

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The Princess Celestina dressed in black was sitting on the grass far above the valley, leaning against a boulder. Mother had told her of this secluded spot, a place she could go to get away from ...things.

It was terrible being in the castle where the slightest thing could remind her of Henri and she would break down in tears. Other times she was so sad she could barely rise from bed. She barely ate. Sometimes she wandered aimlessly. Too often her mother would find her just staring into the distance with a look of blank horror on her face.

She had talked with the fairies but found no solace in their kind words. They had left a couple of days ago to attend their duties elsewhere. In the weeks since the loss of Henri she just didn't know what to do. She had loved him with her whole heart and it hadn't been enough to save him. She blamed herself, but she didn't know what she could have done differently.

This high place was good, it was quiet though windy up here and it was a good place to cry. She would cry until she found herself prostrate on the ground, trying to fill the huge empty void within her heart with tears, but she didn't know if there were enough tears to fill the echoing emptiness inside her.

There was the sound of hooves on the road, many horses it sounded like. She didn't really care but it was her duty as princess to greet caravans as they came.

She stepped onto the road and saw the long line of armed men and horses, this was no caravan. She saw the Ilkhan at the head of the line she jumped in front of him causing him to stop.

"Please, Great Ilkhan, what is the meaning of this?"

She felt his hard eyes on her, finally he said, "My son."

"I'm so sorry about your son. I loved him. I did everything I could for him. All of us did. I weep for him even now." She was frowning, trying to keep from crying in front of this army.

The Ilkhan swung off his horse and stood before her and saw the tears. "I do not want tears. I want blood!" And he savagely drove his knee into her stomach, lifting her into the air.

Celestina was on the ground coughing, trying to catch her breathe. It felt like her insides had exploded. She felt her arms pulled behind her and her wrists tied, then something was looped around her neck and she was dragged up by the Ilkhan.

"You ensnared my son, but you will not ensnare me!"

She didn't understand but there was no time, the Ilkhan remounted his horse and then she was running to keep up with the thundering herd as they drove down the road to the valley below. She ran to keep the lasso around her throat from strangling her. It was so hard to breath because of her injury and her hands behind her back made it hard to keep her balance, but the fairy magic kept her upright. She could hear the alarm bells and horns, the town would be evacuating into the castle and she was already captured. After miles of switchbacks they encircled the castle and town and the Ilkhan stopped under the tree she had spent her youth.

Celestina collapsed once she was sure they stopped. She had never run so far or with such an injury. Rough hands were on her, she tried to fight but was too weak and her hands were tied in front of her. As she looked around to figure out what was going on, she could see the large army ringing the city, then she was hoisted up to her toes. She cried out in pain as her abdomen was stretched and the ropes around her wrists dig in deep.

"I have your precious princess, surrender!" the Ilkhan called.

"Father! No!" Celestina cried.

Everyone could see the king on top of the walls in conference with his military leadership.

The Ilkhan removed his belt and lashed her front and back, her corset distributed some of the force of the blows but she still screamed wildly under the brutal assault.

Her screams moved her father and the gates were opened and weapons laid down.

As her people walked out of the castle, Celestina saw a chance, as everyone was distracted. She swung herself up, digging the ropes more deeply into her wrist but she could feel the branch above her. She hooked her foot over it, but then there was a brutal tug on rawhide thong around her neck and she gagged as she flopped down, back on her toes in the soft grass.

"Nice try princess." growled the Ilkhan.

After a couple of breaths she launched a kick at his face, but he caught her foot and twisted. She had to spin around to keep from having her hip dislocated. She felt something wrap around her ankle.

"That should keep you busy as I deal with your parents." He let go and she realized that he had tied the end of the leash around her ankle. The ropes were digging deeply into her wrists, she was balanced on the toes of one foot while trying not to strangle herself.

"Please, we surrender. Let our daughter go." The king said his wife by his side.

The Ilkhan looked at them for a long moment. "Crucify them."

Men moved forward and grabbed the royal couple.

"What!? But, but we surrendered. The road. Why?"

"My son." Men grabbed the royal couple and bound them to hastily made crosses. "Slaughter the rest."

"No, please," Celestina cried. "We loved your son. We did everything we could to save him."

"But it wasn't enough." The Ilkhan said. "I lost all I loved, and now so do you."

"Please." Celestina wept as her people were hacked to pieces. She wished as hard as she could for a hero to come save her people, but it didn't take long before they were all dead and her parents raised up on their crosses before her.

Celestina was sweating, her legs were cramping from trying to hold herself up and keep from strangling herself, she was balancing easily with the help of her gifts but after the sheer strain of the run she was near exhaustion. Her pulse was pounding in her reddened hands and face.

"Please take out your vengeance on us," begged the king. "But please, let our daughter go."

The Ilkhan turned to Celestina and considered. "Strip her and bind her to that rock."

"What! Please, no!" Screamed the queen.

Celestina screamed and twisted as she felt the hands of many men on her, her clothes ripped from her body. They picked her up and slammed her onto the rock, the rock where she had always played, where Henri, her captor's son, had proposed to her.

Rawhide leather ropes were tied around her wrists and ankles and soon she was tied tightly, spread across the rock. Celestina was weeping, naked and helpless before the Ilkhan, his army and her crucified parents.

The thousands of men on the Ilkhan's army stood around them, waiting eagerly for what the Ilkhan would do next. He stood next to her and ran his hand down her cheek, Celestina flinched from that touch. He began to grope her and caress her. She began to blush in confusion as her body reacted to his touch.

"No, please. I saved myself for your son."

"So much the better." The Ilkhan said as he stood loosened his pants.

"Please, no!" begged the queen.

The princess fought against her bonds but she wasn't strong enough. She felt his hand on her waist. She clenched all her muscles, to try to fight it but there was nothing she could do as he raped her. He touched her and caressed her as he raped her and she reacted as her body must. The army cheered their Ilkhan's prowess. She was left panting and weeping in confusion at the pleasure he had caused her. This was so wrong, yet had felt so good, she was an awful person and not worthy of being a princess. She had not saved her hero and now she was paying the price.

Then she felt the Ilkhan's grip on her change.

"No! Not that!" cried the queen.

"Have you no decency?" shouted the king.

Celestina tried to see what was going on but she was bend too far backwards and the rawhide around her neck kept her head back. Her breath caught in her chest as the total fear of something worse coming made her insides clench into a tight ball. Pain from her bottom knifed into her brain, and there was just whiteness and screams.

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Celestina came to with the sound of the army chanting a word, "Nang. Nang." She had her hands around the leather holding her down, trying to find a way to escape or fight. There was pain in her body, but she had to try something.

A large man came up next to her from within the army. He looked at her impassively, then ran his eyes slowly down her exposed body. Celestina desperately wanted to be away from him. She wiggled and blushed in embarrassment.

The man bent, and when he straightened mother cried, "Oh, my God." Mother and Father begged for her again. He walked around her as the army chanted his name louder and louder.

Her eyes almost bugged out from her head as she saw how huge he was. It was like a club. Her heart quailed within her, he would split her like they split lambs for a feast. Then she hoped he would, for then she would die, and that would be good too. She whimpered as he grasped her. She screamed her magically beautified scream and the men cheered and drank. They would remember her for her beautiful screams for the rest of their lives. She vomited from the pain as he tried to fit himself inside her.

Then came darkness for her.

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Celestina awoke, her cheek stung from the slap.

"Thirsty, princess." smiled the Ilkhan cruelly, The princess was terribly thirsty, she had thrown up and the sun had been on her all day, but she wouldn't take anything from his hand, especially not from her favorite cup, which had been looted with everything else.

"No, daughter don't." gasped her father, rising on his cross slightly to breath and speak. He had seen the cup be filled. She could see him upside down from her place on the rock.

Another of the Ilkhan's soldiers slid easily into, they had left her filled with so much semen she was completely slick. She was recovering from the orgasm the last one had given her. She was tired and couldn't blush anymore.

Celestina shook her head.

"Fine. Break his legs," he ordered, pointing to the father with his thumb. A soldier with a large war hammer, stood.

"No!" she and her mother screamed. That would kill her father, he wouldn't be able to stand to breathe. Maybe there was a hero out there, coming to save what was left.

The Ilkhan looked down at her. The cup in his hand. The soldier paused.

"I-I'll drink." the princess said. She didn't like wine or ale, but she would drink to protect her father and to stay alive.

Mother was weeping. Father looked away.

She opened her mouth. He sloshed some into her mouth. Then clamped his hand over her mouth and nose. She was surprised by him doing that. Then she could taste it, it wasn't wine or ale. It was something different, salty and sweet and musky. She didn't want to swallow it, she didn't know what it was, she wanted to spit it out, but she couldn't. She couldn't breathe. She desperately tried to get her head out from under his hand but he was too strong and she had nowhere to go.

"Swallow or we break your father's legs." his eyes bored into hers. Tears leaked from her eyes again. But she nodded and swallowed.

But he didn't remove his hand from her mouth and nose, he looked to the man between her legs and barked "Faster!". She was beginning to panic from the lack of air, the man between her legs moved faster, a powerful orgasm ripped painfully through her body as darkness came to her vision. Then she could breath again.

"Good job, princess. You really are a spunky girl." He dribbled the remaining semen, blood and other fluids from her immobile body from her cup over her face. Her heart crumpled within her. She knew what she had drunk now.

The men around her laughed at the cruel joke.

"More, princess?"

The soldier with the war hammer looked expectant, but the Ilkhan waved him off as she nodded. To save her father she had no choice. Her face screwed up in pain but she nodded.

It was so wrong. She closed her eyes, but nodded.

The men laughed and filled tankards for her.

"Don't forget to say, thank you."

She drink it all willingly, and her parents wept for it.

"Thank you."

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Princess Celestina came to as another orgasm seared through her insides and up her spine. She had lost consciousness sometime during the night, shutting down to try and preserve herself for a little bit longer.

Groaning in pain, she looked up at her parents. They had been pushing themselves up so they could breath for ...days? She wasn't sure how long this nightmare had been going on.

"Mummy. Dada," she moaned as another soldier entered her, she grasped the rawhide that held her wrists. They weren't moving.

Then she glared at the young soldier between her legs.

"Oh, do hurry up, you flaccid fool!"

The boy blushed. The Ilkhan waved the soldier off as he came over.

"So, you are awake again?" the Ilkhan asked, as he moved into her vision.

Celestina stared at him.

Celestina grunted as the next eager soldier moved into her. She gritted her teeth and gathered her last reserves, renewing her grip on the rawhide around her wrists. Her parents, her kingdom was dead, as was her true love, there were no heroes for her, so there was only one thing left to do, to try and end this.

"I loved your son, like I never loved anyone before. I would have done anything to help him and your kingdom. I loved him with all my heart."

The Ilkhan's eyes narrowed.

"But now... I hate you. I hate you with all the energy of my soul."

"Only now?"

"Yes, only now. I had hope for you, but no longer." And the last princess of Passhold cursed the Ilkhan. The soldier between her legs raised his fist but the Ilkhan shook his head. He crossed his arms and the look on his face dared her to do her worst. She had grown up around teamsters and while she knew not to use the words in polite company, she knew them and how to use them, in more then a dozen languages. Soon the soldiers knew that this was a contest and tried to force her to interrupt herself as they took their turns but she just shouted through the pain that had once been pleasure. They even cheered at particularly vicious digs.

She could see him flush as she tore into him, his anger rising. She called down the vileness of his kingdom, culture and heritage. She spat on his ancestors and lineage and saw his teeth grate. She insulted his manhood in having so many wives yet only one son. Everyone were silent as she laid into Henri, the most important thing to the Ilkhan she knew. The Ilkhan tore the soldier within her away and drew his sword, "You dare insult my son!"

"He would have been my puppet! To use for my pleasure to control your puny empire. He was a useless runt!"

With a roar, the Ilkhan raised his sword.

Celestina closed her eyes and rested her head on the rock. She had hated saying all those terrible words, but she needed to end this torture. He would split her and she would die and it would all end.

She jumped as she felt the flat on the blade on her lips. She looked up.

"Very good princess. I almost thought you meant all that, but I am not done with you yet." The tip of the Ilkhan's sword caressed her throat and outlined some of the curves of her body, making her skin quiver under the cool metal.

"It looks like we finally put some spunk in the princess! Good job men! Continue!"

She had failed, again and her cries of pain only fed their desire. The soldiers fell on her with renewed vigor. Tears leaked from the corners of the princess' eyes as her hands flopped around helplessly under the army's lust.

"Oh, look princess. Your cup is full again." He poured some into her open mouth.

The princess swallowed and said, "Thank you."

Tears dripped from Celestina's eyes again. She was so bad, she had killed her kingdom and her parents and she had been feeling pleasure from the continuous rape. She couldn't blush anymore, she was too far gone. Gone too were the feelings of pleasure. Words had left her some time ago as did the screaming but she still vocalized.

Her body still reacting to what was happening to it. Her tired muscles and enflamed nerves burned as fire through her belly as she orgasmed once again. There was just pain, nothing left but pain and tears and grunting and gasping. She would see the clouds as bunnies bounding around the sky and she knew it wasn't real. The rock under her would feel soft and comfortable sometimes.

Deep inside her heart and mind, that little part that still knew who she was, was curled up in a tight little ball, she was so scared. Her reality was unraveling, things she had taken for granted as real and solid, didn't feel that way any more. The only truth left was that she was bad, she deserved this pain and she wished she could die.

Celestina learned hate. She wanted to hate Henri's father so much, and she did. But it hadn't worked, he liked it that she hated him. She could do nothing right, everything she did made everything worse. She had killed her true love, she had killed her parents and kingdom. She was a bad and awful person. She deserved nothing good. She orgasmed again and hated that too because she liked it so much. She couldn't hate them but she could hate herself and that worked. She hated herself for everything she had done, she hated herself for existing, she hated her life with all she had. She had tried to be a good princess. She had tried to be good and loving and compassionate and all those things expected of a princess, but it hadn't worked. She was a bad, bad person. She deserved this. She wasn't allowed anything good, and another orgasm made her gasp and spasm in her bonds.

They kept raping her, day and night, time passed and she wasn't sure how long. They sang a bawdy song about what they were doing to her. She would loose consciousness her mind seeking rest and respite as best it could trying to keep her alive and sane. She knew she was hallucinating. The tree above her swayed like cooked spaghetti. The clouds were doing offensive things to each other. The faces of her rapists melted together.

She would wake up to another orgasm as her body reacted to the simulation. Her magical gifts trying to help her but doing the right things under the wrong circumstances just make it worse. They would slap her awake whenever her cup was filled, but she did not stay awake long. The terrible violation of her body was taking its toll on her. There was nothing right in the world anymore, nothing that had been hers had survived. Everything felt foreign and threatening. Her personal integrity was deeply compromised.

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The princess finished the last of the mixture of fluids from her favorite cup as the victorious king poured it into her mouth. He had retrieved it from between her legs as the last of his men as finished himself inside her.

"My work here is done. Your castle and town are leveled, your people dead, your kingdom destroyed, and your parents dead. Good-bye, princess." He smirked.

"Good bye." said the princess quietly in her bonds.

"Good bye, that's all? No final cursing of my name, and kingdom? No defiance? No spunk?" His men laughed crudely. That joke never got old, and they had played every variation on it out on her body they could imagine.

"No. You loved your son as I did. I'm sorry your son died and your grief drove you to this." The princess had accepted that no one would come to rescue her, there were no heroes any more. Death would come for her soon enough as she lay tied, splayed over the boulder she and her true love, his son, had declared their love for each other. Where his father and his army had raped her. She had reached an acceptance of her fate. Her life was over. Nothing left to fight for. Nothing left to fight with. No heroes to rescue her. She wasn't worth saving. She lay limply in her bonds as she oozed a mixture of fluids from between her legs.

The men were mounted and beginning to ride away. Only the victorious Ilkhan remained near her.

"Did all this help you?" asked the helpless princess.

"What is that to you?" rage lit up his heart.

"I couldn't save your son. I couldn't save my kingdom. I was hoping to save you at least. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your kingdom and my kingdom and for all that has happened between us. I know nothing can ever make up for your loss. I accept this as my punishment. I accept this wasn't enough for you. Nothing will be enough for you and I am sorry for you." There was nothing left. She was as vulnerable and helpless as a person could be. She had hated him and pitied him and now there was nothing left. She had to do the right thing. "I forgive you."

"How dare you!" he shouted. Her utter vulnerability enraged him. She was nothing, he had taken everything from her. She was bound spread and helpless and she dared shame him. She was more powerful then he, in this moment. His sword was out. He wanted to kill her. To finally take even life from her. He would not let her have this final victory. He lowered his sword.

"No. Princess. You die utterly alone."

She nodded. "At least you have kept your honor."

"My honor." he whispered. His men were riding away a few looking back. They had not heard the exchange. He was not to be seen as weak by his men, that was good. "Good bye princess. I hope you find peace in the bosom of your ancestors."

His men sang their bawdy song about her as they rode away

Soon the jingle of armor and the clopping of the horses faded and the princess was all alone. The cool breeze caressed the exposed skin of the princess as the evening came. A star appeared above her.

"Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight;

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight.

I wish that I may ...die tonight, please...please." the princess whispered across the desolate remains of her kingdom.

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It was morning. The gentle morning sun caressed the shivering princess' face, her eyes opened, they stared blankly into the sky for a moment then she began to sob. She was still alive. Her wish had not come true.

Why did the universe hate me so much, why was it so cruel? Was there no mercy in the universe at all?

Her arms and legs came free, and pain seared through her shoulders and hips as she curled herself into a ball. She whimpered as she rolled off the rock and flopped onto the hard dried mud of the ground.

Her whimpers became screams as her hands and feet were engulfed in the feeling of pins and needles as the blood finally rushed freely into them again.

It felt like her hands and feet were plunged into buckets of pins and needles, She kissed her discolored fingers as a small child does, trying to do something against the pain.

Eventually the pain passed and she found herself covered with rabbits. Several bunnies surround her and warm her chilled body as the dawn spreads it gentle warmth over the valley. After a time the pain subsided and the princess lay limply and still in the sunshine.

A bunny came up and touched her cold reddened nose. "Is the bad time over."

"Yes." she whispered, for them that was true.

"They ate so many of our families and relations."

"I'm sorry."

"We saved some of the females. We'll make more kits. We'll be okay."

"Good. Thank you for helping me."

"You are our friend. We love you, princess."

Slowly, the princess levered herself up to her knees to peer over the rock she had been tied to, cradling her damaged hands. Her face twisted in agony. She could see the devastation clearly now. The fields were black scars on the valley floor. The town had been burned to the ground, a few blackened posts still standing. The walls had been thrown down. Her castle had been reduced to a pile of jumbled stone. The pyre that had been her people smoldering fitfully.

Bunnies bounded out of the way as the princess slid down and lay splayed on the ground.

"I'm sorry," said the princess to the bodies of her parents. "I did this. It was all my fault. I'm such a bad princess. I never deserved your love. I'm sorry. I'm a bad girl. I don't deserve to live."

A raven lit on the cross of her father.

"Please, don't eat them. They were my parents."

The raven nodded.

There were no tears left to shed. She was empty. Her stomach growled.

There was a cup at the end of the rock. Her favorite cup. It was mostly full, it must have leaked out of her during the night. She licked her parched lips, it was the closest thing to food she could see. She lifted it to her lips and drank the revolting liquid as quickly as she could. She shivered because it tasted good now. She let the cup drop.

She turned away and took nine steps then her knees gave out as she realized what she was doing. She was walking away from everything she had every loved.

She clasped her hands over her heart as tears streamed down her face.

She fell on her side and writhed in anguish.

She let out a howl of ultimate suffering, as she mourned her kingdom, utterly alone. Caravans had seen the fires and had merely decided to take the other pass.

Eventually there was nothing left in her to mourn with, with the help of the fairy gifts she took more steps and she walked into the Dark Forest, hoping to find Death in there somewhere.

On shaking legs she wobbled away from her home. The magical gifts the fairies had given at her birth kept the weak and stumbling princess upright as the shadows of the trees wrapped themselves around her. All evidence of her passing vanishing in the verdant darkness, as tree branches like hands closed the path behind her.

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The Three Good Fairies came over the foothills for one of their regular visits and saw the remains of the kingdom.

"Oh, dear." said Flora. They looked at each other then dove quickly

"Hello. Is anybody there?" Fauna calls as she flies over the pile of dead bodies. But she looks so sad at all the death of people and animals piled together, even scavengers are dead and rotting.

"Maybe some could have hid in the woods." said Merryweather. They fly through the woods but there is nothing. Flora settles to the ground and begins to cry. Fauna lands next to her "They girdled all the trees, all of them, they are all dying."

"It's alright there are seeds and trees will sprout again." consoled Fauna. "They slaughtered almost all of the animals here. There are only a few rabbits and mice left. It's terrible."

Merryweather came flying over, "Look, I think this is who did this." She held out a bag that had been left behind.

"Prince Henri's father?" asked Flora.

"I also found the king and queen. They're dead. They were crucified. I haven't found Celestina yet."

"You don't think..." began Fauna looking at the pyre.

"I don't know, but I have to find out. I just have too."

Merryweather shooed off the raven as she magically buried the king and queen.

They ended up working through the night magically making graves for each person and animal, It was morning as they finished.

"I found her cup but I haven't found Celestina. Where is she?" asked Merryweather, sad and frustrated.

They looked up, the Morning Star gleamed brightly over the Dark Forest.

"I don't know. We should check the kingdom, but I don't think Celestina's here anymore." said Flora.

They fly over the mountains to the kingdom, they make themselves tiny and search the dungeons and the rest of the castle but did not find her. She wasn't there.

"I wish we could do something. It not fair to have done that." stated Merryweather.

"No, but we are not allowed to meddle in the wars of mortals." said Flora.

"But what happened to the princess?" asked Fauna.

They could just look at each other and shrug sadly.

They went back to their home and Fauna spent much time quietly petting small animals.

Author's Note: I didn't want to finish this story. I gave her an out to try and end it, but it was not to be and so she survived.

This, this is how to break a princess, break her heart (have her true love die in here arms), crush her body (have an army rape her), and shatter her mind (reveal that even how she looks is a lie).