Took a little longer to get out than expected but here it is. When I first wrote this chapter it turned out being way too short and I had to edit and add a few things to make it feel like a good read. This is still easily one of the shortest chapters that I've ever written, but if you all like the content and style you should definitely read Person_Who_Exists "Arrested!" series over on Archive of our Own! He's done about a dozen of these now and every single one of them is a great read! I had his full permission to try his style and use his rogue huntress concept. Seriously, can't recommend them enough!

Alright, next up, I'm going to level with all of you. I had a few people who asked about commissions a few months ago that I hit up first while I was waiting for my editor to finish this chapter, as well as offered my last client a shot at the first round of writings since they were so great to work with. I've filled all of the slots already, but I'm going to work quickly to get a few more slots opened up before I'm employed again, so keep your eyes peeled. With that being said, here's what you all have to look forward to in the next few weeks!

1. Blake x Weiss x Taiyang! Daddy Dragon comes to check on his girls, ends up cumming on other girls (Canonseeker)

2. Ironwood x Salem! Mommy Salami wins the Battle of Atlas and the General is on her 'To Do' list. (Brokenlevel)

3. Cardin and Jaune x Pyrrha! Cardin finds out about Jaune's transcripts, but Pyrrha's not about to agree to blackmail sex without her best boy. (M3n4sk3r)

That's all I've got for now! Hope you all enjoy this, go give Person_Who_Exists a read, and as always, Stay Smutty!

Qrow and Ironwood x Robyn

Oral, Oral Creampie, Intercourse, Creampie, Non-Con, and Mind Break!

There was something absolutely soul-crushing in the air as Robyn waited for Qrow and Ironwood to finish hashing it out in one of the conference rooms down the hall from her. At best, Qrow was still staying true to the obvious decision they had to make. There would be no plea bargains. There was no making peace with the fact that James was willing to throw away all of Mantle just to ensure the safety of a few. She was sure he wouldn't give in on at least that much. With any luck, The General would hear him out and they'd both get out of this mess with probation and a slap on the wrist as he tightened his grip tighter on everything that they did. That was the best-case scenario if everything went exactly as planned.

If things took a turn for the worst, the odds were heavily in the favor of giving the two of them the punishment for violating the Rogue Huntsman Clause, something that she had pushed for at the time it had been put to a vote ironically enough. It was an effective deterrent, to say the least. Since it had been put into law it had only been enacted a handful of times in Atlas, and the times that it had the huntsmen were vastly unaware of the fact that it existed. After much deliberating the courts had let each case go, but the same would not be considered for a huntress who lobbied openly for it. To force the offender into a life of 'servitude' was the agreement, but according to reports from more lawless countries like Mistral, stories of sex slavery tended to circulate. Robyn shook her head, she was sure, despite Clover's death, that there was no way that Qrow was that pissed off at Ironwood…

The doors slammed open and the two guards in front of the desk jumped to attention promptly. Ironwood's face was somber as he waved them out and they followed him in their fake enthusiastic march that Robyn had become accustomed to. She stood, though her hands were bound behind her with a gravity bola, and they'd already changed her into the drab grey prison uniform that was typical for Atlesian offenders. She looked at Qrow who entered next and closed the doors behind him, hoping that the news that came out of his mouth next was the former scenario that she'd come up with.

"I didn't think that you'd be gone for so long," Robyn noted. Qrow cleared his throat, moving around the desk and removing the whiskey that Ironwood kept for himself in the bottom, more or less ignoring Robyn who was simply watching him and waiting for an answer. He poured a shot glass, staring at it hard for a second before chugging as much as he could out of the glass decanter in a single go. He slammed it down onto the desk forcefully, nearly shattering it, making Robyn jump back as he glanced over at her.

"Ironwood and I had a good long talk and he made me understand a few things," Qrow said, staring through her as if trying to view something outside of the window beyond her. "I blamed myself in the initial terror that took over last night. It was my fault, right? My bad luck, that got him killed. That's how it always goes, that's the way it's always been." He looked back down at the shot glass. "But I don't think it was."

"Of course not," Robyn agreed as she moved closer to him, but he matched her movement by stepping away. The reaction concerned her.

"If you hadn't fired at Clover first, the three of us could have come back here to talk things out and Clover would still be alive!" Qrow shouted. The light in her eyes faded as she shook her head and moved towards him again.

"Qrow! Things were heated! This is still on Tyrian no matter how things played out," Robyn defended.

"But they wouldn't have played out that way if you would have just sat back down," Qrow explained. He looked at her. "I made a deal with Ironwood. He's going to let me help try to salvage what's left of his plan to make one final stand." She wanted to ask him what that meant for her, but the fear screaming inside of her to escape was too loud. She shifted quickly, placing the desk between the two of them as she shuffled towards the door.

"And so you're here to take me in?" She asked. "I won't allow it! I've been through too much to watch from a jail cell."

"Not a cell," he interrupted her. "You know what the punishment is."

"And you think I'll just let that happen?" Robyn blurted out.

"You think they won't stop you long before you escape the building?" Qrow chuckled, shaking his head. "You won't even make it out those doors!" She followed his finger before gritting her teeth and looking back at him.

"So you gave me up!? Was that part of your deal?!" She yelled in rage. He laughed maniacally before approaching her swiftly, grabbing her unexpectedly and shoving a few fingers into her mouth, prying it open before presenting a ring gag that he strong-armed into her mouth and around her head.

"The arresting officer gave up his first claim, so Ironwood gave the honors to me," Qrow explained to her. Her eyes widened with a kind of horror as she was filled with a realization that she wouldn't be able to run from this. She'd broken the law and would be punished using the very law she'd lobbied for.

"You behtrah meh!" She unintelligibly managed.

"No! Ironwood made it apparent to me that this was your fault!" Qrow corrected her for the last time. He forced her over to the desk, bending her over it and making quick work of her grey sweats. The cool breeze of the office reminded her that she wasn't wearing panties, and the thought of being dominated was a suppressed fantasy that she'd often kept to herself and had only ever told Fiona about. She had no doubt that her folds were already soaked. She tried to convince herself that it was okay because at least it was Qrow, but this was going to break her, wasn't it? "And now you're going to pay."

"Pleah! Doan!" She attempted in protest. His fingers slid in with ease as his free hand kept her pinned to the desk, eliciting a moan that she was ashamed of as she squirmed against his touch. She couldn't believe that he intended to go through with this, but justice had to be served, didn't it? Maybe that crash was her fault after all? No, what was she saying, she couldn't be giving in so easily, could she?! Qrow was no novice however, with his fingers alone he knew how and where to touch her as if he was a craftsman repairing a tool of his own design. Her body submitted against her will, breath becoming ragged as he reached deeper and she reacted against the touch.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were enjoying yourself," Qrow insisted, pushing her harder against the top of the Ironwood's desk, the man that she'd butted heads with so many times. This was the place that she'd be defiled for her crimes. Attacking one of the Ace Ops. Multiple counts of robbery among other things. It only made sense that Qrow would have taken a plea deal, whether he'd understood that he had or not. His fingers felt amazing invading her cavern and she felt herself giving in already. A third finger slipping in, he was confident in her inability to move and made use of his second hand on her clit, which proved to be too much for her to handle. Her carnal and wanton desires gave her over to blinding lust, her kink driving her to climax as her body only understood that she was at his command, and commanding her he was. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, body quaking with orgasm as she let out an exhausted and outrageous moan before her legs attempted to give out and she let the desk support her entire weight. Her legs spasmed a bit as Qrow kept up assault, making sure that she was fully finished before pulling out, satisfied at the rivulets of her juices that traced down her thighs.

"Punih meh," she begged. Qrow pulled her away from her perch for a moment, ripping the shirt off of her body without caring for who would have to replace it as he dragged her by her chin to the other side of the room, sitting on the chair as he disrobed and commanded her to sit. Did he mean to impale her on his member then and there at his request, did he mean for her to give him what he wanted so willingly? She refused, for the sake of both her dignity and her desires to submit and he grabbed the shot glass off of the table, splashing it all over her breasts which took her by surprise. She gasped as he placed one of her tits in his mouth, suckling the alcohol off contently while once again toying with her clit, but this time in a far rougher manner. The pain brought pleasure, but the former seemed overwhelming and she tried to pull away from him before he slapped her face, calming her.

"You're mine to do with what I see fit, understand?" He asked her. She nodded feverishly, she wasn't aware that he had a side like this to him, but all of the people around him aside from Clover had always seemed to keep him down. This was his one moment to get it all out, to feel completely in control over a situation. He spun her around once more, smacking her ass hard and watching it ripple from the blow before sitting down again and pulling her down onto him, barely giving her body time to acclimate as his rod pierced her lips and drove deep into her womb. She cried out in ecstasy as he manipulated her placement, pushing her off slightly before slamming her back down forcefully, her back arching as she cried in pleasure and understood what he desired. He felt amazing inside of her and reached a depth she'd never known. He easily filled all of her, it was the one thing she knew as she began bouncing up and down, his hands reaching around and roughly handling her bosom as a reward of sorts.

"I messed uh, ease unish meh," she cried loudly, her squeals of unadulterated satisfaction echoed throughout the office as Qrow drove himself faster, practically a blur as Robyn felt herself release again. At the same moment that her walls gripped Qrow's manhood tightly, he came deep inside of her, a warmth filled her that she had longed for since he'd first removed her clothes. He had shown none of the signs of being that close, was it his Semblance that caused him to finish. He spanked her once more, hard enough to sting and leave a mark as a sign for her to remove herself from his lap, his thick seed seeping from her as he shook his head and stood up.

"Once again my Bad Luck strikes, though I guess in this case you were being punished, so fuck it," he announced as he stood. He ran his fingers through her labia, coming away with globules of semen that he forced into her mouth through the gag. "Lick them clean, slut."

"Moa?" She begged with him as he gripped her by the restraint and moved her to the door.

"My time with you is up," he informed her. The doors crashed open again, the two men from before taking her away to get her cleaned up as she eyed up the general.

"Moa!?" She pled, desperate to cum once again under someone's command. Ironwood held his hand up in a fist as the two men looked at him.

"Sir?" The one on her left inquired as he wrenched her away from them.

"Branwen and I can escort her to the auction house once we're finished," He informed them.

"But sir, only the person performing the arrest is allowed to consent to additional members joining the initial…" The second officer began before Qrow cut him off and shoved the two of them back out.

"Yeah, yeah, red tape. I'm giving him permission, alright?" He scoffed before slamming the door on them.

"I've been waiting for this moment for some time," Ironwood informed her as she quivered in anticipation. This was it. The man that she'd despised the most and had butted heads with constantly was going to give her what she wanted. Her body melted in his grip, it was disgraceful, but beyond her control at this point. He lifted her and planted her on the desk, Robyn's back more than likely bruised from the impact, but the pain brought more heat to her already overheating body. Qrow moved to the other side, helping position her as Ironwood removed his slacks and boxers, presenting a member that would have impressed any woman or man, considering its length despite not being augmented like most of his body was. He drove deep into her wet pussy, further than even Qrow had and she let out a scream that was silenced quickly by Qrow's cock. His initial thrust was too deep and she gagged hard, her mind torn as her throat wretched, but her thought process was interrupted by the General's manhood reaching the end of her cavern just before arriving at his own hilt.

He was willing to negotiate, his next few thrusts slow and deep until they came to an agreement and her body caved, letting him fully sheathe himself and she shuddered, body quaking and screaming with pleasure. She was their toy. She'd misbehaved. She was being punished. She deserved this, and getting what she deserved was enlightening. She had no place to fight back. No right to argue. She had lobbied for this. This was justice. She only wanted more.

"I think she's enjoying it," Qrow grunted. He sleeved himself deep in her throat, she moaned against him as he slapped her tits, trying to force himself further into her throat, she was beyond the point of choking, and breathed slowly through her nose, or attempted to. Ironwood began picking up speed, his mechanical hand teasing her clit with uncanny knowledge of how to bring her to climax, her body more than ready to release within minutes of the beginning of the encounter, despite feeling like days to Robyn.

"You're nothing more than an object to relieve my sexual frustration, understand?" He asked her. She moaned in agreement, eyes rolling back as her nerves tingled and her climax crashed through her without warning. Her body spasmed hard, thrashing around on top of the desk as Qrow finished first, filling her mouth with his seed as he pulled out quickly, most of his thick cum contained orally as the rest splattered about her chin, lips, and nose. He watched as she tried to swallow it, the ring gag making it slightly more difficult but she managed after a long moment once her body had calmed. Qrow looked at James, now that Qrow had removed himself the General was practically abusing her with his thrusts, but the sounds coming from her mouth were more approving than disagreeing.

Ironwood gave a thrust that would have shattered the pelvis of anyone without an aura, Robyn's rippled as he finished deep inside of her, several smaller and desperate advances followed as he emptied himself into the rogue huntress. Ironwood took a step back, out of breath as he admired his handiwork, his semen gracing her opening, resting between her lips. She had no strength or desire to push it out. He glared at her for a long moment, taking in her spent body as he moved to his slacks and removed his scroll, Qrow assumed to contact the guards outside of the office.

"Moa…?" She exhaled raggedly. He looked back at her again before finishing his message. The two men both dressed without a word and after a few minutes, the guards returned.

"Clean her up," Ironwood instructed. They nodded and quickly whisked her away. Qrow watched her leave, disappearing down the hall and whimpering in despair the entire time.

"Do you need help moving her to the auction house?" Qrow asked. "I wouldn't mind bidding on her."

"I'm afraid she's already off of the market," James informed him as he moved to his desk and wiped her juices off of the front of it, smelling her scent.

"Who would bid on a Rogue Huntress before seeing the goods?" Qrow questioned incredulously.

"I already saw the goods," Ironwood answered as he left.