A/N: Been a bit since I did a rough non-con, last one being that Noshiro one I believe (haven't uploaded that one yet, but I did it about a month ago). Had to toe the line between rough and not-too-rough, so let's see how well I did there, hm~?

Enjoy~

Retribution

The Bay of Biscay was usually a fairly quiet part of the Atlantic Ocean, at least by most standards.

Beyond the roiling tides and sometimes terrible weather, the shallowness of some sections combined with closeness of land-based aircraft discouraged all but the most suicidal of Siren attacks, as even small fleets of Siren warships would quickly be overwhelmed by much smaller forces. Yet that fact didn't seem to discourage the Sirens from stopping such suicidal attacks altogether; black-hulled warships popping up a couple times a month to attack a convoy before trying to flee. Key word being trying.

BOOM!

''Tch.'' Jean Bart clicked her tongue as she watched her shells soar across the relatively calm waters, her heavy shells plunging down into the retreating Siren cruiser, blowing it up in a spectacular fireball. ''Don't know why they bother trying to run. Kinda pointless.

''Maybe they want to conserve their units for later deployments?'' Le Malin languidly called out over the radio. ''Or, I don't know... maybe they're just scared of us.''

Jean Bart snorted and didn't deign to reply to the secretly-slacker Destroyer, instead opting to aim her guns a second time as she loaded another salvo, tracking one of the retreating Siren Destroyers. Beyond some torpedoes they were remarkably lacking in offensive armament, firing just a few shells at them before they presumably grew too far out of range for its main guns to aim.

However, something changed. It wasn't anything logical or visible, but rather her instincts suddenly flared, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end and her back tensing – before in a heartbeat she turned, raising her left arm. And blocked the black, whip-like tentacle that aimed for the back of her head, forcing a harsh grunt out of Jean Bart as she blocked the would-be knock-out blow.

''Mn...!'' Jean Bart glared at her attacker; one sat atop one of her turrets. ''You-!''

''Greetings, Jean Bart of the Vichya Dominion.'' Observer Alpha quite amicably greeted, smiling her usual know-it-all smile. ''Your reflexes are greater than I expected. Due to the current ongoing battle, I would wager.''

Jean scoffed. ''Hardly a battle. Your forces are weak.''

''Is that so.'' Alpha seemed neither offended nor displeased by her words; amusement remaining clear across her face. ''You will be disappointed to learn then that it was merely a practice fleet meant to lure you in.''

''Hah?'' Jean Bart narrowed her eyes. ''Why's that, then? Didn't know I had a fan.''

Observer Alpha just giggled, amused. ''Oh, far from a fan I am I'm afraid, but you suit my needs excellently as of present. Someone strong in both body and will, but someone also strong in mental fortitude... someone, who would serve as a good subject for my ongoing experiment.''

''Yeah. Like hell I'm becoming your test dummy.'' Jean Bart curtly said, tapping into her radio. ''Algerie, Le Malin! Get-!''

She was cut short however as a terrible nausea overcame her; the world around her suddenly tilting on its axis as a sickly fog rolled in, obscuring everything from just past the edge of her hull. The nausea got worse, weighing on her mind and making her stumble to the right, instinct making her try and balance herself only to end up falling as the world failed to turn with her mind's perception of it.

Until at last she fell, grunting as she hit her head on the hard deck and groaning as she rolled over onto her back. She screwed her eyes shut, pushing down the urge to be sick and controlling the terrible nausea as best she could, but even breathing became a challenge when it felt like she was being held up-side down and slowly twisted around.

Only for the sickening nausea to cease as fast as it appeared; waning over the course of seconds until it was little more than a touch of seasickness.

''G-Guh...'' Jean Bart groaned, rolling over. ''Fuck, what did you... do...?''

Jean Bart trailed off as she looked up to her turrets, and found no Observer Alpha there. Instead what she found was a massive, thousand-foot-high cathedral behind her ship form, the impossibly big cathedral drawing a stunned look from Jean Bart. The shock of it helped propel her to her feet, looking about and only becoming more shocked when she found that she was in the middle of the ocean, no other land in sight beyond the lonely cathedral in the middle of nowhere.

Curious but cautious Jean Bart walked down the length of her ship to the stern to get a better look at it, a frown marring her visage as she looked about. She was under no delusions that she was now trapped in a Mirror Sea, but the why and the where was unknown to her – and the fact there was just a cathedral and nothing else made it clear the Sirens wanted her to enter it. And despite her earlier claims of not being a pet for their experiments she had no choice in it now. Crossing her arms and refusing to oblige would result in nothing but her standing around for who knows how long.

Thus, with a rough, long-suffering sigh Jean Bart uncrossed her arms and marched herself over to the edge of her stern, carefully sailing herself up to the cathedral's grand open entrance. The moment she was close enough she leapt off the end and landed on the polished stone pathway just outside the cathedral itself, de-summoning her ship form and reforming it into her rigging around her... or so she intended. Rather, the moment she made her ship form disappear the cubes that made it up too vanished, still connected to her... but unable to be reached. Like someone had put them in a box preventing her from pulling them to her.

''Oh just fucking great.'' Jean Bart snapped, glaring at the space where she last saw her cubes. ''Cowards.''

No Siren responded to her taunt however; thus with a growl Jean Bart marched into the cathedral itself, armed with nothing but her battle-standard. The interior of the building was fairly standard; wooden pews lined up in orderly lines and candles hung from wall mounts, windows were stained glass and help various figures of the Iris Orthodoxy and so forth; had she not been in a Mirror Sea she could've been fooled into thinking it was the real deal. Even the grey-painted stone walls and polished-to-a-shine granite flooring looked plausible, if a bit too spotless.

Which only made her more cautious when she heard slow, methodical footsteps come from the far end of the cathedral, heels tapping against the polished grey floor repeatedly.

''Who's there?!'' Jean Bart aggressively called out.

No verbal answer came, but a physical one did – a jolt of shock travelling through Jean Bart as she caught sight of a head of strawberry-blonde hair climb the short few steps to the lectern at the head of the cathedral, stood before all the pews as if ready to give mass. The head of strawberry-blonde hair, naturally, belonged to the one and only Cardinal of the Iris Libre.

''Richelieu?'' Jean Bart muttered, dumbfounded – before remembering where she was, and narrowed her eyes. ''No... you ain't her. Just some Siren spawn is all you are.''

''Hardly so.'' The clone surprisingly spoke, startling Jean Bart once more. ''What I am and what I am not is irrelevant, dear sister. I am still in possession of all of our Lord's grace, and all of the Iris Libre's will – a nation that you turned your back on in your sick, deprived grasp for power.''

''Sick? Deprived?'' Jean Bart snarled, offended. ''Who the hell are you to call me that, clone?!''

''I am to call you what many dare not, for I know the truth that I have kept from them.'' The faux-Richelieu spoke. ''Your wickedness and shameless heresy comes to an end here, dear sister. For all your talk you remain little more than a pawn, a bug that scrambles for power to sustain your own notions of value, to be a contrarian for the sake of attention and for the purposes of rallying power around you, and taking its from its rightful owner, our Lord who reigns above and protects us all from evil.''

The way she spoke, so similarly regal and refined, reminded her of the real Richelieu – and in the heat of the moment, with anger on her mind, Jean Bart momentarily believed it actually was her sister condemning her. ''Silence! Do not speak of our 'Lord' who cast us aside when the Ironblood stepped their muddy boots upon our backs, when the Sirens ravaged our lands and sunk our comrades! You have no right to call me power-hungry when-!''

''I have all the right.'' Richelieu interrupted her, chin tilted up in a regal, almost condescending manner. ''For I am the Cardinal, and you are the sinner, dear sister. And sinners must be punished as the traitors to they truly are, and have always been at heart.''

Jean Bart snarled and opened her mouth to speak – only to be silenced as Richelieu stepped out from behind the lectern. Her heels clicked loudly against the polished granite flooring, one step at a time carrying her down until she was on the same ground as Jean herself. Then with slow-moving grace the Cardinal brought her battle-standard around, raised it high-

-and then thunked it down against the hard floor.

The sound echoed, as did her words. ''Step forth oh those of noblesse oblige; deign to raise thy sword to slay the accursed, and to vanquish evil that steppeth unto lands of holy right, and as I beseech... vanish the unsightly, and banish the dark, for is so I command.''

Richelieu had barely let the last syllable slip past her lips before Jean Bart saw it; the Battleship's jaw dropping as she watched knights seemingly made of stone arise from the very floor behind Richelieu. They stood tall, towering over her sister at eight feet tall and clad in grey medieval knight armour. A hefty shield was held in their left hand and a greatsword in their right, the blade dusty yet glints of light from beneath the debris spoke of the blade's sharpness, and of its quality.

In unison over a dozen of such knights raised up, blades held vertically in front of them and shields held just beneath the handle; forming a unified, almost picturesque line behind the Cardinal... up until, of course, the Cardinal spoke.

''Go.''

Then as one they rushed her.

''Mn?!'' Jean Bart raised her battle-standard and glared. ''Fine, come at me!''

The knights did so, charging her. Jean Bart stood strong, waiting until the first of the knights charged at her – glaring eyes tracking the greatsword than swung down on her from above, and then smashed down on the spot where she was previously stood. Side-stepping the attack Jean plunged her battle-standard out, the lethally-sharp tip scraping loudly across the side of the knight's stone helmet, cracking it but unable to punch straight through it.

That was good enough for Jean however; the Battleship leaping back to avoid the sneak attack from one of the knight's comrades. She let it shield-charge her, waiting until it was close before sweeping her battle-standard out, the wave of its flag obscuring the knight's sight and hiding her momentarily as she moved back a step. As she predicted the knight stopped its charge when its shield bashed through the area she was previously standing, its momentum stalling – and giving Jean plenty of time to grab the edge of its shield and haul herself up and over it, releasing a shout of exertion as she swung a leg out.

And with a furious, rage-fuelled swing, she kicked the knight's head straight off of its shoulder in a shower of dust and debris.

The now-headless knight instantly dissolved into gravel; the pebbles scattering across the once-polished cathedral floor and leaving Jean to fall amongst it in a crouch. However there was far more than one knight; something that she addressed with a snarl – raising her battle-standard and letting it take the two downwards slashes that came from opposing angles, trapping her beneath the heavy stone swords.

''Gh... get...!'' Jean Bart snarled. ''...off!''

With a yell of exertion the Battleship tilted her pole-arm to the side, letting one sword screech down its length and then smash into the floor – unbalancing the other knight and allowing her to shove its sword to the side as well. Her right fist came flying in with all the force of an artillery shell, smashing into the armoured chest of the stone knight and blowing it inwards, but not downing it. When the knight attempted to retaliate however Jean evaded, ducking under the grasping hand that went for her face.

However her dodge left her blinded to a third knight that came in – and Jean gasped as its thick stone sword slammed into her side, sending her tumbling back across the cathedral floor, grunting harshly as she rolled and smashed through several wooden pews, eventually tumbling to a stop. Coughing the Battleship wobbled back to her feet, one hand clasping at her side and finding no cut, but the pain throbbing in her muscle told of a rapidly-forming bruise. One she ignored with a scowl, glaring bloody murder at the knights ahead of her.

They closed in on her quicker than she anticipated however. With a snarl Jean was forced to leap back, her boots skidding across the floor before she bolted forth, side-stepping the incoming claymore and parrying aside a second – using her momentum to knock herself towards another knight and lunge, her battle-standard impaling itself into the knight's stone shoulder. Cracks spread out from the impact point as the bladed tip was embedded, her own weapon serving as a vaulting pole to throw her over the knight and get behind it; allowing her to twist with her moment and smash a fist into its back.

Faced with her superhuman strength the knight's body crumbled to gravel; the hole blown through its torso and part of its neck enough to kill it, freeing her battle-standard in the process.

Jean Bart snarled, glaring at the next incoming knight and waiting until it swung its sword – and the moment it did so she stepped to the side, evading the downwards slash. She lashed out with equal speed, her battle-standard coming down with thunderous force and smashing full-force into the stone knight's arm; shattering it at the elbow, the arm holding its sword falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

However she forgot about its shield in her moment of rage. Something she was reminded about quite harshly as the stone knight suddenly jerked its arms out – and smashed its shield into her face. The Battleship shouted in pain, swearing something fierce as she stumbled back in dazed state and clutching at her bloody nose; and was caught off-guard when the knight dropped its shield and instead punched her full-force across the face.

''Guh-!'' Jean Bart hit the floor on her side, gasping in pain. ''B-Bastard...!''

She tried to get up, but the knight was faster – its large hand grabbing her head and shoving it down against the floor, pinning her. Jean Bart snarled and struggled but couldn't effectively swing her battle-standard behind herself; banging it against the knight and maybe chipping its armour, but failing to deal any more damage than that. She found herself doing even less damage a moment later when one of the other knights stepped on her right hand, pulling a scream of pain from Jean as it nearly broke her hand; but it did its job of forcing her to release her weapon, and allowing the towering hulk to kick her weapon far out of reach, the weapon clattering far away.

At the same time the other knight's destroyed right arm regenerated, pebbles reattaching themselves and restoring itself with the hiss of moving gravel... and allowing the towering knight to grab her shorts, and ripped them clean off of her hips alongside her lacy black underwear. Jean Bart froze in shock, startled into silence – giving the knight time to crumble away the lower half of its armour, revealing an impossible thick, stony cock.

''Wait... what are you- AGH!''

Jean Bart felt the bulbous tip touched her virgin lips a split-second before the knight rammed its cock into her untouched sex – stealing her first time in a single, brutal thrust, one so rough that the pain took a second to hit, and another second to really hit; her scream evolving into a throaty, guttural screech as her tight walls were forced apart.

''G-Gh...!'' Clenching her teeth together Jean Bart pridefully refused to scream further, tears of pain gathering in her eyes as the massive cock pressed against her cervix. ''You... wretched- guh!''

A wheezing, choking cry escaped the prideful pirate as the knight yanked its cock halfway out, scraping her virgin walls with its dry cock before it pushed right back in, its stony shaft throbbing like a real penis – and one that was roughly pumped in-and-out of her formerly-virgin sex, her inner walls clenching tightly around it but failing to stop the thoughtless knight from raping her raw.

The stone knight was far from finished with her however; its slow, punctuating thrusts growing faster and pushing its shaft deep into her sex, the head pushing against her cervix painfully. With her cheek shoved down against the floor Jean Bart was utterly helpless, hatred burning in her tear-laden eyes as she was not just beaten in combat, but outright violated in the middle of a cathedral no less, a choked gasp escaping her throat when the knight gripped her head tighter – preluding the feeling of its cock pressing against her cervix more harshly, forcing, pressing.

Until it too penetrated her cervix. Jean screamed – a raw, guttural scream of pain as the impossibly thick cock pushed in even deeper, spreading her birth canal open and then hitting her absolute depths, the tip pressing against her womb. Only then did the knight's pelvis press against her ass, its entire cock sheathed within her deflowered sex and stretching her insides to accommodate its brutal girth, so wide at points it was as thick as her wrist, if not slightly more so.

''Gh! Ugh! Fuckin'... b-bastard... shit...!'' Jean Bart cried out, gritting her teeth. ''T-Take it out you- gh!''

The stone knight did not listen. If anything it only grew rougher at her protests, its cold stone pelvis smacking against her ass and driving its thick, stone cock into her sex, prying her insides apart with every thrust and hammering her womb – not just violating her, but utterly destroying her pussy in its single-minded intent to break her down. The pulsing waves of pain that swept through Jean only hastened that progress; the Battleship able to only clench her fists and cry in pain every time it slammed into her dry sex.

And soon Jean felt its cock throb against her sore, defiled walls. The meaning was not immediately clear to the Battleship, the brunette crying out as the knight shoved itself into her delicate womanhood over and over again, pounding her raw all whilst it kept her head pinned to the floor, preventing her from even fighting back-

-when suddenly it slammed deep, the head of its cock pressing against her womb painfully - and thick, gushing ropes of semen shot into her. Jean's eyes bulged in shock and she cried out, jerking when the knight made another short thrust into her violated pussy, unloading more hot seed into her depths. The how and why remained unknown to her; only shock and a bit of fear in Jean's heart as she the stone knight possibly impregnated her too, adding salt onto her literal wounds.

''Mn!'' Jean Bart buckled as the monster pulled its massive cock out of her; leaving her insides aching and sore.

The hand on the back of her head left and Jean immediately lifted her head, growling in humiliation as she tried to get up – only for an entirely different knight to approach her, its thick cock hanging between its andesite legs. Jean had barely a second to react before the knight kicked her in the ribs, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from the Battleship as he rolled over onto her back, her pupils dilating when the knight knelt down in front of her, both of its hands grabbing her waist and lifting it up, allowing it to rub the bulbous stony tip against her defiled pussy lips.

''Don't you... don't you dar- ARGH!'' Another screaming shout escaped Jean as the stone knight forced its cock into her tight tunnel; prying her abused walls apart inch by inch until the tip pressed against her cervix.

And with a slow, rough roll of its hips the knight broke past her cervix too, stretching it apart to plunge its girthy shaft all the way into her sex; their pelvises pressed flush together. Without even giving her the mercy of adjusting to its ungodly-huge cock the knight then reared its hips back, scraping her inner walls and sliding back in with slow, rough force, searing her nerves and forcing Jean to grit her teeth; screaming in pain through them.

''Gh! Mn! Hn!'' Jean Bart grunted out harshly each time the massive cock slammed into her womb with all the force of a battering ram. ''Get... o-off...!''

Defiant even as she was being defiled Jean Bart swung out, snarling as she punched and kicked at the knight's arms and hips, her superhuman strength chipping and cranking its armour in places – only for the stone knight to then grab her face within its large, cold hand, its palm obscuring her sight and muffling her voice. Then without slowing its rough, stomach-twisting thrusts, it raised her head up off the floor-

-and then smashed it back down against the cold cathedral floor.

Momentarily Jean Bart blacked out; coming to just a second later but stuck in a daze, spots in her eyes when the knight removed its hand from her face and returned it to her waist, holding said waist firmly as it began to plough her harder; its girth tearing her apart as it plunged up and impacted her womb with repeated, scraping thrusts, her hips aching as her legs were forced to stay apart just to let its girth into her that little bit easier. Only a bit, however.

''M-Mn...!'' Jean Bart winced, lolling her head to one side – and caught sight of a head of strawberry-blonde hair looking down at her from afar. ''You're just... Mn, watching this, huh?! Sick, twisted bit-!''

''I am rendering judgement. That is all.'' Richelieu remarked coldly.

Jean Bart tried to snarl but the air was roughly punched out of her lungs as the knight slammed into her abused pussy once more, its entire length stuffing her full – and Jean shuddered in disgust as it suddenly and powerfully came, unloading a gloopy tirade of cum into her womb. It felt uncomfortably hot and sticky, every throb of its cock preluding the next rope that was pumped into her deflowered sex. So much was pumped into her that it pushed out some of the other knight's cum, the milky mess seeping out and down her ass, the sensation further humiliating Jean.

The torture was not yet over, however. Silent as the stone it was made of the knight stood up while she was still impaled on its cock, making Jean Bart gasp as she was carried about – and fearful fury burned in her eyes when another knight approached, its thick stone cock smacking her in the face. Knowing what it wanted she kept her lips firmly shut, refusing to be a mere plaything for the stone giants, but her consent was not necessary for them. Something the new knight proved as it grabbed her hanging ponytail and slowly began to pull on it – gradually increasing the pressure.

Until soon she couldn't hold back her instinctual action to shout in pain, her mouth opening – and allowing the knight to shove its cock into her mouth.

''Ghk!'' Jean convulsed; choking on the thick stony cock that forced her lips apart and buried itself partway down her throat, her eyes bulging when she struggled to breath. ''Mmk!''

The knights were relentless however. Holding onto her firmly they rocked their hips in unison, stuffing her pussy and throat full at the same time – unheeding of Jean's wet, spluttering coughs as she choked on the andesite cock in her throat, her throat forced wide open by its immense girth and rendering her unable to breathe; forced to suck in a quick, hasty breath in the brief half-second before the monster slammed back down her throat again. The knight holding her head even took it further, one giant hand grasping at her throat and holding it still, allowing it to thrust its shaft fully down her throat like she was little more than a sentient sex toy.

''Guhk, ghk, Mmk...'' Slurring, sluggish grunts escaped Jean Bart as the lack of oxygen started to get to her – but the blazing pain between her legs as the other stone knight continued to pound her kept her conscious; intimately aware of the thick, rocky shaft that pried her walls apart and slammed deep into her, rendering her pelvis sore and achy.

The knights only grew rougher with every passing moment, violating her with something approaching glee almost. The one between her legs stuffed her pussy so full that the cum inside her was pushed out with repeated wet squelches, the milky semen dribbling down her ass as she was fucked raw-

-until suddenly the stone knight came.

''Mn...!'' Jean shuddered violently as the cum pumped itself into her womb again – but the knight didn't stop thrusting.

Instead it continued to pound her, squelching the cum out of her with every rough thrust even as it continued to pump more semen into her – and when its orgasm subsided it still continue to pound her.

And then a minute later it came again; shooting rope after rope of cum into her abused womb, the head of its cock battering her depths as if to ruin her for any other man, or perhaps to even knock her up itself. The thought only humiliated Jean further, her mind growing cloudy and distant from the situation as her will began to fracture, her limbs growing so weak that she just let her arms hang limply – taking the violation almost submissively, giving up.

The knights, if they noticed, cared not – and the last thing Jean felt before blacking out from oxygen deprivation was the feeling of being creampied once more, the hot load in her pelvis contrasting the numbing coldness that crept through her bones.

X-x-X

Beep... beep... beep...

The slow, droning beeps of a machine were what greeted Jean Bart as she stirred back to consciousness once more. The Battleship's eyes fluttered open silently, a numb daze reigning over the prideful woman as she took a good few moments to truly wake up.

When she did, she registered her surroundings – a hospital. She was laid in a hospital bed; her usual outfit gone in place of a simple blue hospital gown, some wires connected to her arms to monitor her blood pressure and such, whilst an IV drip was also attached to her wrist; getting fluids into her.

And sat in a chair next to her bed was none other than Richelieu. The cardinal looked terrible; bags under her eyes even as she slept on her folded arms, her strawberry-blonde hair a touch messy and dishevelled.

'What happened...?' Jean Bart sluggishly thought, frowning.

Until memories came back to her. Of entering the cathedral. Of confronting Richelieu – a clone, she reminded herself – and of facing down a horde of stone knights... and of being pinned down and brutally raped by said knights, and eventually 'impregnated' by them, presuming their loads could actually knock her up. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl; disgust curling in her stomach.

''Was it just a dream...?'' Jean muttered to herself, pursing her lips as she reached under the covers with one hand, prodding about to check.

The soreness between her legs told her that yes, it had happened to her. How she got back to a friendly hospital, presumably either in the Vichya Dominion or Iris Libre, she didn't know nor truly care. Looking at her sister however reminded her grimly of the clone the Sirens generated, and of the cold, cruel condemnations said to her face.

'...that wasn't her.' Jean told herself, eyes shutting. 'It wasn't her. Let it go.'

Despite her words however she would, in fact, not let it go.

And when she awoke Richelieu would remain heartbreakingly confused as to why Jean acted so suddenly cold towards her and avoided her at all turns.

A reason that may, perhaps, never come to light.

[END]