WARNING: POSSIBLY OFFENSIVE MATERIAL
And so I've finally gotten around to putting up this idea that I've been toying with for quite some time now. Before you say anything, let me clear things up: I am a pervert. I enjoy these kinds of situations and the entire concept of humiliating or breaking down such a powerful girl. I know that it is offensive to some, and I apologise to the people who would hate me for this; the only reason I put this up publicly is so that the people who do appreciate this kind of material would have something, too.
That said, I have great respect for Monty Oum (and Miles and Kerry) and this brainchild of his that is RWBY. I'm of the mind that it takes an intense and intimate understanding of a person in order to twist and pervert them and take them further than others have; that applies for stories and fan fiction in general, and not just erotica/doujins. In my own screwed up way, this is my tribute to the series.
"Sell me."
The order sounded so wrong and foreign coming from the rich and prideful Weiss Schnee. Her voice did not waver, and her tone was firm and commanding. Her posture was not an uncommon one, with her back straight, arms crossed, and expectant look on her face. Frankly, it seemed as if her words did not match her countenance; the dissonance was jarring.
"Excuse me?"
The question oozed disbelief, which was hardly professional and to be expected of veteran underground middleman Hei Xiong (better known as "Junior"). In pretty much any negotiation, one had to try to maintain the upper hand in order to cut a better deal - bargaining from the stronger position and all that. Then again, there were always those unique situations that made composure impossible.
"You heard me," the Schnee fussed as she took a seat. "I told you to sell me."
Okay, so he hadn't misheard. That would have been incredibly embarrassed and completely unbecoming of someone of his infamy. Junior raised a hand to massage the bridge of his nose in a clear sign of frustration. Still, this was a whole new issue entirely…
"Girl, are you sure you know what you're asking for?" He felt like he was obligated to ask, more to stall for time to collect himself than actual concern. He was already pouring himself a drink - out of habit, sensing a troublesome discussion that would warrant it - and tilted the bottle offering her some.
"Of course, I do!" There was a little bit of indignation there, but there wasn't much heat. She politely turned down his offer with a gesture, and waited for him to have a sip before continuing. "And that's why I came to you - because I know you can help me with it."
A contemplative look made its way to his face as he took another sip. Well, she wasn't wrong. While the prostitution ring wasn't anywhere near his focus, he was an important guy who knew lots of other important guys, and if she wanted to get connected with someone interested, quietly, then he would be able to help. From the corner of his eye, he could see her subtly fidget and noted traces of anxiety on her face. Her bluster was a bit more forced than he first thought.
"That I can," he conceded, although it wasn't much of a concession to begin with. "But before I do - if I decide to do so - I want to know more about what exactly I'm getting into."
Weiss visibly frowned, and her eyebrows furrowed. "Weren't you known for being discreet? The whole 'I don't need to know your business for me to sell you info' kind of mentality?"
"Yeah, but Schnees attract trouble," he groused, "and as much as I would love the business, I just about hate having to be the one stuck dealing with the fallout. Especially with this kind of matter."
He wasn't going to budge on this.
"So talk."
She wasn't expecting this from him, but then again Hei Xiong was known for being discreet and not for his greed. Caution was a necessity in the information trade, and backroom dealers like him toed the fine line of 'resource' and 'loose end'.
Dealing with her would be a calculated risk on his part no matter what his part was; she was a Schnee and had all the clamour and scrutiny that came with it. Add to that, her reasons weren't exactly wholesome, to begin with…
"I need the money."
"Right, a Schnee needing to whore herself for money. Excuse me if I don't believe that."
It didn't look like Junior would believe her, and as much as she hoped he would, she couldn't blame him. A Schnee heiress requesting a private meeting and then asks him to pimp her out? There was obviously a catch. Like he said, Schnees weren't exactly lacking in money, and they had the appropriately luxurious (and wasteful) life style to go with it.
Except for her.
"My father cut me off," she ground out bitterly. "And I need the money for the usual things."
That last part was a bit of an understatement since 'luxuries' normally didn't fall under 'usual things', but she had an image to maintain. She was a Schnee! Anything less than the finest - than what she deserved - wouldn't satisfy her. Her pride wouldn't have her begging her father for concessions nor scraping by like an everyday peasant, and ironically decided that selling herself (where the damage was private and kept to a minimum) was the more prudent option. It wasn't an easy (or logical) decision by a stretch, but it was her choice and her life… this was what she felt she should do.
"I'm pretty sure the virginity of a Schnee heiress would fetch a fair price," and it took all her control not to go completely red in the face just saying that, "and I know you that know some people who'd be able to afford it and not rat me out. You will be compensated appropriately, of course, and I'm willing to give so much as a 30% cut."
"I see."
Junior had to stop the predatory grin from taking over his face. Quite the opportunity had fallen unto his lap and he was already thinking up the best ways of milking this for all it was worth - something she no doubt knew by the quasi-resigned look on her face. If this was her deal, it wasn't even a fair negotiation from the onset - she needed him if she wanted this to happen, and he had the power to set the terms. Oh, he could already tell there would be lots of money in this for him - especially if he could convince her to take clients past the first time - but it was more than just the money. If he ever needed vindication that he was a successful man, this was it.
Right in front of him, he had a Schnee at his mercy. And the thought was intoxicating.
"I have a few things, before I accept."
Weiss now had an unabashedly resigned look on her face. She knew it was inevitable… Honestly, she had to steel herself for what she might have to do to convince him. She could only hope he tempered his requests with caution if only for the fact that she could still decline and deny him any possible profits from the venture… but he would know, of course, that there was still a fair bit he could ask for and get away with.
"What are they?"
"First up, strip naked. I want to see my new merchandise."
Not even deigning him with a response, she stood up and started undressing. It irked her a bit to be ordered around, but the rational part of her knew - as much as she hated admitting it - that she had no choice but to obey. That bit on being called 'merchandise' was particularly grating, but she held it back in favour of winning him over.
As each piece came off - her bolero, her dress, and her underwear - she could feel his heated gaze on her and it made her skin crawl. Still, it was her choice to be subject to this so she had no ground to speak up. Besides, if she wanted to go through with this, being squeamish about being seen naked was the least of her worries. Soon enough, her clothes laid discarded on his table and she was again standing before him. Much as she wanted to adopt her usual pose, she kept her hands on her hips so that he could see everything, knowing that if she covered herself, he'd just bully her into a more humiliating pose. Despite her convictions to go through with it, her face burned red with a blush that contrasted against her pale skin.
When she saw that smug look on his face - that all too familiar expression of someone exerting their power over someone else and luxuriating in it - she was torn between a flustering embarrassment and a wash of indignation. There was the shame of being exposed, yes, but there was also a stung pride; she was supposed to be the superior one!
"Brave girl," he praised, and even though it wasn't said particularly condescending, she couldn't help but bristle. "Okay, so you're obviously determined to go through with this. What are your terms?"
Continuing the rest of the negotiations naked… how degrading…
"I will contact you when I plan to have one of these… sessions. If you receive any offers, just forward them to me but it's ultimately up to me when to go through with it." The first of the terms she had hammered out beforehand. It was a bit of an unreasonable request to lay on the middleman, but she was a student of Beacon and she can't be on-call when she was all the way at the school.
Junior briefly considered it, before agreeing to it, "Within reason".
"No permanent scarring - or even things that would hamper my fighting. I'm a Huntress-in-training and even if I can take a bit more of a beating than others, I don't want to risk it. I understand that the… strenuous activities could leave me sore, but not much more than that."
It was met with the expected nod and "Done."
"And lastly, no pictures, no videos, no anything that can implicate me outside of the… sessions. I still have a life outside of this all and I plan to live it."
It looked like Junior was about to agree to that, too, but then he looked as if he came to a decision and said, "The clients don't get anything of the sort, agreed. Not without your consent - your clear, uninhibited consent, it if ever comes up later on." She was about to retort, but stopped herself and eventually nodded in agreement.
"I, on the other hand, get that special privilege."
Weiss froze in place and looked at him with a completely shocked expression at his pronouncement. What?! He wouldn't dare! This wasn't supposed to happen! He wasn't supposed to disagree with the terms she carefully decided on! She was being sensible, and he was supposed to see that and agree!
"I'm not going to be selling or spreading those videos." His voice wasn't placating so much as aloofly stating fact. "Mainly, I just want collateral that you aren't going to run on me and leave me to deal with the fallout of a shorted client."
He paused, cutting her off before she could begin a tirade.
"But I also think it'll help convince them that I have the real deal - unless you expect me to advertise something so incredulous as a proud Schnee heiress whoring herself out for money with nothing but my word to go on?"
She grit her teeth and balled her fists. She couldn't deny his point. Reputation could only go so far, and if anyone ever told her that a Schnee heiress was selling her virginity, she'd ignore them and have the man punished for slander.
Still, this was one concession she wasn't willing to make, and by the expectant look on his face, he knew she didn't want to but that she'd eventually give in and allow it if she wanted things to go any further. She was scrambling for refusals but nothing came to mind… nothing that would convince him, anyway.
"I have your word these will be kept suitably private?" she ground out, hating the situation and hating herself for just agreeing. Especially when that victorious look came over his face.
"Of course, but you'll just have to take my word for that now, won't you?"
The bastard!
Junior was enjoying the furious expression on the naked Schnee's face. Her indignity just made her more enticing and he was going to lord this over her as much as he could. And so, without any further ado, he took out his scroll and snapped a picture, capturing a priceless photo of a humiliated Schnee warring against her pride.
Weiss' face grew redder, and it was a testament to her control that she didn't lash out at him. Her eyes started to tear as the indignity of it all started to wear at her confidence. All that did was make for more expressive snapshots for the collection.
After a few more pictures, Junior set he scroll on his desk, content for the moment. "I have a couple of conditions, myself. And I don't think at this point you can disagree."
And wasn't that true. He already had pictures of Weiss Schnee in all her naked glory. She was at his mercy and there was no turning back now. While she could dismiss the nudes as some crass edited photo, there was no way for her to get out of there AND put her clothes on… and a naked girl resembling the Schnee heiress running around would be just enough for the tabloids to be 'convinced' those were real.
She nodded her head as a gesture for him to continue. She hoped to get out of this all with as much dignity as she could maintain. She knew he was going to grind it down as much as he possibly could get away with.
Her only remaining 'weapon' was that she could run out there and cry foul - say he abducted her or something and try to wizard a believable enough cover story. The scandal would disgrace her publicly, though, and she hoped she could get through this without having to resort to that.
"First up, here on out, your ass is mine," he proclaimed. "You don't need to worry about getting your money, but as far as I'm concerned, you're my bitch, got it?"
Livid but silent, she nodded.
"Not good enough. I want you to say it. Out loud."
He stared at her expectantly and she glared back at him. After a few tense moments, she looked away and gave in. They were just words, after all…
"I'm your bitch."
They were just words but they were absolutely humiliating! She was positively apoplectic and barely restraining herself from foaming at the mouth and defying him. Which only served to amuse him more, of course.
"Alright, not bad, but I don't think it has enough feeling!" Now he was openly mocking her. "I know! Maybe this will inspire you to put some passion into it!"
He wouldn't dare.
"Say hi to the camera, Weiss!"
And just like that, he held up his scroll again and set it to record her. She glared at it - glared at him! - hoping to god that he'd spontaneously combust and die a horrid death. In response, he chuckled since she was staring straight at the camera and he was filming pure gold.
He circled around her, capturing as much of her naked skin as he could, and she could do nothing but stand there and let herself be victim to the humiliation. He ended right in front of her, his desk behind him, the camera getting a closer shot of her as she said the words he wanted her to say.
"I'm your bitch."
The vehemence with which she said it was just so heated and toxic. It was in no way seductive, which suited him just fine; this wasn't fun because she was being sexy, this was fun because she was being crushed.
"Tell me, Weiss, have you had your first kiss yet?"
He asked the question in a show manly voice, keeping in mind that this was being recorded. It took all his control to keep his hand from shaking and ruining the video. This would be one very valuable video, and no way was he going to let his nerves (or excitement) ruin it… even when she shook her head to tell the camera that, no, she hadn't had her first kiss yet.
"How nice of you to save it for me!" he said jokingly. A first kiss could be worth something to someone sentimental enough to pay, but that was a toss-up and he'd rather claim something of his own. Especially when her face twisted in a delicious mix of agony and hate.
"Hold on, there!"
Before she could lean in and get it over with in an inglorious fashion (that wouldn't be properly caught by his scroll), he stopped her. He had a more sinister plan for her virgin lips.
With his other hand, he hastily unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, freeing his member from its confines. The camera was still locked on her and caught how her eyes trailed down to stare at it disbelievingly. After a few seconds, he tilted the camera down so that the tip was caught in the frame.
"Now, give it a big kiss."
And so, Weiss Schnee 'signed' a contract to whore herself out and be Hei Xiong's bitch for money… by getting down on her knees and giving her first kiss to his dick. On camera.
And that there is the first chapter. In a way, it's just an introduction to things... opens up the ground for all sort of experimentation and exploration. That said, I think it's a suitable entry to the fic since it gives a nice sample of just what exactly is to come.
If you have an idea or something you want to see happen, I am taking suggestions or commissions but making no promises. I'm no wizard writer that I can make just anything happen, and I have my own boundaries, too. Just send me a message and we can talk about the finer details from the ideas to the payment (which can be in the form of a particularly juicy or inspiring idea, a trade of works - art or fics or whatever, video games, money, or anything really). I actually don't need to ask for it, but if there's ever a need for motivation, that should do the trick!
Well, that and it feel like I'm the one actually pimping her out. How scandalous!
Currently, I'm looking for someone to discuss Weiss' side of things with; I'm a guy and I can't exactly get everything right on her side of things. People with particularly sharp insight into her are welcome, as well! Really, I just want people to check with to see if what I'm doing is believable (or if not completely realistic, at least within suspension of disbelief).
Regardless, feel free to throw me a PM (and reviews!) if you want to point out certain things or discuss the odd point or two. I can only improve if people let me AND help me improve!
Until then!