She was 19 when she first met him. Her team had been sent on a mission. It… well, it went about as well as Taiyang's attempts to get Raven to go out on a date with him. That is to say, poorly. She supposed they had gotten arrogant, but as one of the most successful teams and third years to boot, that wasn't too surprising. It had been a simple mission. Go to the small town, kill a few grimm, and leave. Well, they had killed the grimm. Too bad that it turned out that the real reason the town had requested hunters was because the mayor hated them. And was leading them into a trap.
Summer understood why. Zwischen Zwei (German, lit. Between Two) was a small frontier town, on the border of Atlas and Vale. It wasn't a particularly important place, and as such it was left mostly on its own. That was what resulted in the current mayor's father dying. A grimm attack caught them off guard and by the time Beacon deployed any hunters, half the village was dead. The townsfolk saw Beacon as having failed in their duty, uncaring about the lives of a few people in a far off place; the current mayor most of all.
That said, the huntress-in-training couldn't really muster up any sympathy for the mayor. Mostly because he was responsible for her current predicament. Ropes bound Summer's arms behind her back and above her head pushing her breasts up, and a metal bar attached to her ankles forced her legs apart. It gave the small crowd a very good view of her plain white boyshorts and matching bra.
The cool summer breeze swept over Summer's naked flesh, and she flushed redder, both in anger and in embarrassment. At least the rest of STRQ wasn't here to see her humiliation. They had been separated, weakened by their fight with the grimm and taken unaware at night. Raven had gotten away, stumbling through a portal, her face twisted into a pained grimace courtesy of the butcher's knife impaled in her leg. Qrow too was quick to flee, his crow form too fast for the townsfolk. Summer didn't know where Taiyang was.
For her part, Summer had been overwhelmed, unwilling to kill the townsfolk. Her aura, already low, was quickly depleted, and a blow to the head sent her into unconsciousness. When she had awoken, Summer had found herself stripped of her weapons, scroll, and clothes, chained to a wall inside the local jail. That had been half an hour ago. A short time after her awakening, the mayor had come to her cell and explained why he was doing what he was doing. Summer had called him a pervert and he had called her a slut. They parted on fairly poor terms.
A short time later, a young man had come and unchained her from the wall and forced her to stumble her way to the arena she now stood in, his warm, yellow eyes sweeping her fairly well developed form all the while.
Now she glared up at the mayor and the other men who jeered down at her. The mayor simply smiled back at her, his eyes focused about foot lower than hers. She tried to twist her body away from his leering gaze, but with her arms pinned behind her back, it was futile. She turned her eyes to the ground and glared at it, wondering why they had brought her here. A low growl answered that question.
Summer spun around and her heart sank. A caged beowolf stared hungrily back at her. They wouldn't… there was no way… they weren't going to make her fight a beowolf half naked with her arms and legs tied, right? The beowolf's cage slide open. Well shit, it seemed that they would.
With a roar, the beast launched itself towards her. Summer stumbled backwards and it battered into her like a freight train. She gasped as the air was forced from her lungs and she collapsed to the dirt floor of the arena. The beowolf didn't let up, a razor sharp claw slamming into her. Summer tried to break free, but the grimm simply battered her back into the ground. Its claws pounded into her, tearing through what little aura she had. She cried in pain as her aura finally shattered and one of the beast's claws bit into her chest. Summer managed to throw herself backwards, the claw only managing to carve a thin trail across her torso.
Of course, because the beowolf's claw had been above her chest when Summer had thrown herself backwards, it had cut downwards. Right through her bra, which now lay a meter or so away, beneath the beowolf's claws. So the huntress-in-training was lying in the dirt, topless, with no way to cover her breasts, on account of the ropes that still bound her arms. The cheers of the mayor's sycophants grew louder, and Summer flushed again. The beowolf growled at her, and then there was no time for thinking.
The beowolf charged at Summer, and with a burst of force, she lunged forward and met the grimm's charge, knocking it back. For a girl with such a lithe form, there was power behind it. Summer headbutted the beowolf, sending it stumbling to the ground. Quickly, she jumped onto its back. She placed the metal bar that kept her legs spread at the beast's neck and locked her legs.
The beowolf growled and tried to swipe at her, but the huntress-in-training hung on. After a short time, the beast collapsed to the ground. Even the grimm, murderous beasts that they were, needed to breath. As its body decayed, Summer stumbled towards it, dropping to the ground next to its open maw. She shoved her arms in, jabbing one of the beowolf's teeth between the rope that bound her. A sharp pull and the rope snapped, freeing Summer's arms. The huntress-in-training stepped away as the beowolf dissolved into nothing, placing her arms across her chest and crotch in an attempt to preserve what dignity she had left.
"I killed your pet," Summer said, "are you happy yet, or do you want me to come up there and do the same to you?"
The mayor smiled. "You're welcome to try, cuntress. But who ever said we were done?"
From the floor of the arena, another beowolf was released. This one, bigger than the last. Summer cursed.
With a howl, the beast attacked her, teeth bared. Summer hopped forward and punched it in the nose, the beast grunting in annoyance. The huntress-in-training quickly reached inside its mouth and twisted. The grimm roared in agony and snapped its jaws shut, but not fast enough to catch Summer's hand. Summer pulled her hand back and swung, slamming the tooth that she had wrenched from the beowolf's mouth into its eye. Then she reared back and punched the tooth, driving it even deeper. The beast was dead before it hit the floor.
Summer paused, hands going to her breasts and crotch once more. And then she screamed in pain, stumbling to the ground. She glanced behind her and her heart sank. Another beowolf, larger still than the previous one. Her right leg had just been hamstrung, and she still hadn't recovered from the previous fight. She only had one chance then.
As the beowolf rushed towards her, Summer closed her eyes. Her aura was almost depleted, but there was still a sliver left. Not enough to protect her, not even truly enough to accomplish what she wanted, but it would have to do. Her eyes opened, and silver light burst forth in a wispy spear that punched through the beowolf's chest. It gave a confused grunt, before falling to the ground. Summer collapsed as well, all her energy gone.
It had to be over, right? There was no way that a backwater town like this had managed to capture more than three beowolves, a difficult task even for hunters. And then, as if just to spite her, the floor opened up once more and Summer knew despair. Two cages this time, each containing an alpha beowolf. Tears welled up in Summer's eyes, and she slumped to the ground, awaiting the inevitable. But there were no growls, no teeth tearing into her skin, no claws cutting her apart. The girl looked up at the mayor who smiled lustfully down at her.
"As much," he said, "as I would enjoy watching you get torn to pieces, just as I watched my father die, it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful girl such as yourself. So, I offer you a choice. You can take off those boyish panties of yours, and beg me to come down there and fuck you in front of my men. Or I can order my men to release the grimm and you can die. Your choice, cunt."
Summer froze. It wasn't entirely unexpected, to be honest Summer had been wondering if they had planned on taking advantage of her. Of course, she had been hopping they wouldn't. After all, she had wanted to give her first time to Taiyang. Or maybe Qrow, though she suspected that he would more than likely be single for life.
She glanced over at the alpha beowolves. She had nothing left to use, no aura, no idea of whether her teammates were nearby or if they even knew where she was. Was her pride really worth her life? Was it worth it to spit in the face of this rapist asshole who was probably twice her age?
With trembling hands, Summer reached down to her waist and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her boyshorts. Even though they could have stripped her while she was unconscious, they had left her underwear on. She had thought that maybe that had been as a slight gesture of kindness. But now, she almost wished they had stripped her bare to begin with, as the humiliation of having to strip and expose herself to these men of her own will was almost unbearable.
She gulped and tightened her grip on the white garment. Then, with one fluid motion, pulled them down letting her boyshorts rest at her knees, fully revealing her feminine parts. A neatly trimmed patch of black hair sat above her lips, and Summer's hands twitched, the huntress-in-training desperately wanting to cover up. But she knew that that probably wouldn't go over too well. Summer glanced up at the mayor who simply raised an eyebrow.
"Well, cunt?" he said, condescendingly. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Summer flushed even more, as she remembered what she had to do. Her tongue felt dry in her mouth, but she managed to stutter out the words.
"Please, fu-fu-fuck me in front of y-y-your men…" She trailed off, hoping that that would be good enough.
The mayor smiled coldly at her. "Hmm. Not good enough. It needs a touch more… begging. Prostrating yourself before your superiors."
Tears ran freely down Summer's cheeks now, but she managed to muster up the strength. Dropping to her knees in front of the mayor, ass in the air and breasts pressed against the dirt, she opened her mouth. "Please master, fu-fuck me in-in-in front of your men, I'm b-b-begging you."
"Good girl." The mayor stood up and slowly entered the arena. He circled Summer, running his eyes across every centimeter of her skin. He finally stopped in behind her, running his calloused hand across her backside. Summer shivered at his touch, but kept her body pressed to the ground. She heard the sound of a belt buckle coming undone, and trousers sliding to the floor.
She moved. Her arm snapped back, hammering into the man who stood behind her. She smiled slightly as she felt bones snap. She pushed herself back to her feet, grabbing her panties as she did so and pulling them back into place.
Summer smiled coldly at the fucking rapist scum who stood in front of her, clutching his broken arm. Her eyes held no tears, only anger. "Did you really think I'd just roll over and let you fuck me? As if I was your bitch? Like Hell!"
The mayor glared back at her. "Fine then, let me teach you your place!"
They both shot towards each other, fists raised, and collided in a melee of violence. But it was not an even fight. While not normally as strong as his more youthful opponent, the mayor was fighting fresh-save for a broken arm-and pissed off as all hell. The other was tired, hungry, and was fighting with the disadvantage of a metal bar and hamstrung leg restricting her movement. In the end, it wasn't even a contest.
Summer cried out in pain as her opponent hammered her stomach, chest, and face with blows. The huntress-in-training was forced to stumble back, her arms raised in a desperate attempt to guard against the onslaught-to no avail.
A right hook sent Summer reeling, as her vision spun. Blood trickled from her mouth and she gasped for breath. Her opponent was on her in a second, pinning her beneath his superior mass. She struggled limply, choking as he wrapped one meaty hand around her neck.
"I'm gonna make you scream, bitch!" the man roared. Summer clawed pathetically at his hand, desperately trying to breath. Her vision began to blur and Summer's arms went limp. She had no energy left to fight, not even to try and stop her panties from being ripped from her body, leaving her naked once more.
So this was it then. She was going to get raped, possibly killed, alone, far away from home. Shit. Summer closed her eyes, her breath growing shallow.
And suddenly, she could breath again. Her eyes shot open and she gasped for air, pushing herself away from her tormentor. As the world swam into focus once more, her eyes widened. The mayor stared down at her, unmoving. His eyes glassed over and his corpse toppled sideways. Behind him, the yellow-eyed youth from before that had led her into the arena stood, a crimson blade stained even redder with blood. His eyes, now a piercing green, wandered around the arena. He smiled contemptuously at the men in the stands who glared back, weapons draw.
"You know, that's just about far enough," the young man said.
"Shit," one of the men muttered. "Is that Jackson?"
Another shrugged. "I don't give a shit. So what? Let's just kill both of them and be done with it. There's forty of us, one of him."
The young man just laughed. "Perhaps, perhaps. In this body, you're right. But then, it's not as if I'm alone."
Two of the crowd stiffened, before falling forward. A young man with raven hair stood there, sword at the ready. He looked down at Summer who managed to smile weakly back at him. Qrow. Late as usual, but at least he was here.
Qrow took in Summer's condition before smiling grimly. "So, who the fuck gets to die?"
"Off hand?" The young man with the crimson sword shrugged. "All of them."
"Sounds good to me!" Machinery whirred and Qrow's sword extended, shifting into a scythe. With an angry shout, Qrow plowed into the spectators, scythe tracing a bloody trail through their bodies. The young man joined in, hurling blades that shone with crimson light at the crowd. Men died bloody deaths, most torn apart by Qrow's wrathful charge though some were impaled by the young man's thrown blades.
It was over in minutes. Summer had managed to recover to a degree and had stolen the mayor's shirt to give her at least some semblance of decency. Qrow dropped to the ground beside her, raising his sword and slamming into the metal bar that had kept her legs spread. It shattered into pieces, and Summer nodded her thanks to him.
"What the… what the fuck kept you so long," she mumbled, even as she collapsed sideways into Qrow's arms.
Qrow sighed. "After last night, we lost track of you and Tai. Raven's back at the temporary camp I made, though she's not in any condition to even move. Poison on the blade or some shit. She'll be fine eventually, but with her out of commission, it was up to me to search for the two of you. I found Tai, about to be executed. Managed to save his sorry ass, but you were harder to find. Hell, if it weren't for that kid over there, I probably wouldn't have even gotten here in the first place."
Said kid noticed them looking at him and wandered over. His eyes swept over Summer's barely clothed form and he sighed. "Is the show over? Too bad, I liked you more sans clothes."
"Pervert," Summer muttered.
The young man shrugged. "Aye, true enough. Not a rapist though."
"Fair enough," Summer replied. "Why'd you help? You seemed content enough to ogle me before."
"Can you blame him?" Qrow said, glancing at Summer. She slapped him lightly. "What? It's true."
The huntress-in-training sighed. Typical Qrow. At times he was serious enough, but most of the time he defaulted to his irreverent disregard for everything.
"Hah," the young man chuckled. "Agreed. But like I said, pervert. Not rapist. Never that. While I can enjoy watching a beautiful mostly naked girl like yourself humiliate herself, I'd never let it go any further than that. HE wouldn't, so neither will I."
Glancing around, the young man smiled cheerily at Summer and Qrow. "I suppose you've called in reinforcements?" Qrow nodded. "Then do you mind if I make myself scarce? I'd rather not be here when your backup gets here. It might get a bit awkward, you know?"
"Should I give a fuck?" Qrow said. "Feel free. In the end, you're the reason Summer's relatively fine."
The young man smiled. "Damn straight she's fine. Hey Summer, how 'bout one last look. Just for good luck?"
"Fuck you," Summer shouted back. "Didn't you get a good enough view?"
"Ah, but it's always better if its of your own volition. No beowolf's threatening to tear you to shreds, no rope stopping you from resisting."
Summer considered it. Finally she made her choice. Reaching down, she grabbed the stolen shirt she wore and pulled it up over her head, giving the young man an unobstructed view of the front of her body. After a few seconds, she dropped the shirt back into place, her face completely flushed. "Happy?"
The young man smiled and bowed low towards her. "Very. Fare thee well, Summer!"
With that, he turned at dashed away, disappearing past the arena walls and into the surrounding forest. Summer sighed. Finally, this entire incredibly humiliating ordeal was over.
"Damn, Summer, I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist! I mean, it took you an entire year and a half to muster up the courage to change in front of us!" Qrow grinned cheekily at her. Summer glared at him.
"Find me my clothes and weapon, so I can FUCKING KILL YOU QROW BRANWEN!"
