Notes: Guess what, bitches? It's back. Your favorite story ever. We finally decided to start writing again following our country's crazy fucking election. We wrote like three chapters of our serious story in a week, and then we pumped out (no pun intended) this baby today like it was nothing. It feels good to be back. It's time to take this story to the natural escalation of fetishes. You know what that means. Hopefully. Maybe. Anyway, enjoy and comment, you sick fucks. We love you.
Salem's presence sent horrified shockwaves through the Sea of Sluts—shockwaves that were somewhat muted when Emerald quickly ran up behind her master and angrily punched her on the arm.
"Excuse me?" Emerald growled.
Salem, shrugging off the blow like it was a fly, simply raised an eyebrow at her assistant in crime. "What?"
"A racial slur? You had to drop a racial slur in these polarized times?" Emerald asked, placing her hands on her hips and tapping her foot rapidly against the ground.
"Oh, don't be a prude," Salem groaned.
"A prude? I'm one of like six black people in all of Remnant!" Emerald protested. "Show some goddamn respect before you go dropping n-bombs so casually."
"Can we postpone this talk, Em?" Salem said, gesturing to the Sea of Sluts with her cat o' nine tails. The many, many, many lesbians in the great foyer were certainly confused by the strange turn of events. The vast majority of them had never even seen a Grimm up close before, let alone a weirdly attractive Grimm woman in dominatrix getup surrounded by black tentacles that were definitely going in somebody's asshole. They were all staring at her, not in fear of her awesome power, but mostly in just confusion, and that was bad. That was very bad. Salem didn't generate confusion. Salem caused fear! And horniness, now, apparently! She sneered and cracked her whip through the air, which jolted the women in the room enough to elicit some delectable screams. "That's enough gawking, bitches!"
Blake and Kali rushed to free themselves from each other and took cover together behind a cluster of previously scissoring women. It wasn't long before the Schnee women and Ilia joined them as well, and together, the six naked women struggled to figure out what was happening.
"Who…who is that?" Ilia asked fearfully.
"That's Salem," Weiss explained. "She's the Queen of the Grimm and the evilest being on the planet. She's been hiding in the shadows for millennia as she's been plotting to take over the world."
"She's also a huge slut," Blake added.
"Is that really relevant?" Weiss asked with a huff.
"Um, yeah? Look at how she's dressed," Blake noted. "That's not how she walks around normally. The bitch is going through a phase."
"But what is she doing here?" Kali asked worriedly. "Why would she reveal herself now?"
"Probably because she views this as a prime opportunity to strike," Winter stated, remaining the most calm out of all of them. "There are hundreds of Huntresses here. Destroying this orgy could cripple the world's foremost defense force."
"That's an idea," Weiss said sheepishly. "Or…"
Winter raised an eyebrow. "Or?"
"Uh, see," Weiss stammered, "this isn't actually the first time we met Salem. We actually encountered her in a farm a couple of months ago."
"You fought Salem?" Winter said in surprise.
"Well, no, not fought. Sort of fought. You see—"
Blake forced herself into the combination. "We hooked Salem up with her ex and then watched them fuck each other while we had a gangbang."
Weiss rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yes. We did that."
Winter gasped, horrified. "You had a gangbang before? With Salem?"
"No, we didn't have sex with Salem," Weiss tried to explain, but her sister had heard enough.
"This is ridiculous! I thought you attending this orgy was crazy, but having another orgy before this with our archenemy? What is wrong with your sex life?"
"My sex life?" Weiss said, fuming with rage. "Excuse me, but you fucking came in me five minutes ago! You, my own sister!"
"You literally begged me to get you pregnant!"
"And I was clearly out of my mind!" Weiss growled. "I don't want to have an incest baby. Do you know the fucking genetic problems that are going to happen from that shit?"
Blake moped. "I want an incest baby."
"No, you don't!" Weiss screamed. "You want an incest pregnancy. The pregnancy is hot. Raising a kid is not hot."
"Hmm, that's a good point," Blake stated, thinking out loud. "I wonder how many impregnation fantasies go beyond the big belly and into the childrearing itself. Like, people really want to knock someone up, but they don't want the responsibility of parenthood."
"For what it's worth," said Ilia with a sly grin, "when I thought of impregnating you, I always also fantasized about raising the child."
Blake turned sour. "Oh, look, it's a fucking opinion I didn't ask for. What a surprise."
"But you literally asked for—"
"God, Ilia, you aren't knocking me up! Get over it! Jerk yourself off to a pop star or something! Fuck!" Blake snapped. Ilia sighed dejectedly. She was still in love with Blake, but damn did that catgirl make it hard. Maybe she did need to start masturbating over other catgirls. Catgirls were hot. Damn, why wasn't she banging more catgirls?
"Hey!" Salem suddenly cried out in anger. "Who the fuck is talking over there?"
The six women suddenly went silent. Their eyes bulged. They quickly shushed each other, crouching down low to the ground. They desperately used the other whores for cover as the room became as silent as a mouse. Fuck. That was totally them, wasn't it? Every other bitch in the mansion was too goddamn scared to say a single fucking thing. Maybe if they just stayed very still, and very quiet, Salem wouldn't notice them—
Nope, the Sea of Sluts immediately parted, and suddenly, Weiss, Blake, Ilia, Kali, Winter, and Willow all found themselves out in the open, staring down Salem and her army of Grimm creatures a few dozen feet away. Salem took one long look at the women who dared not to tremble before her, and the women looked at her, and then at each other, and then back at her, and then Salem kept looking at them, and she let out a groan of disappointment.
"Oh. It's you."
Emerald, standing behind her master and—for the record—not wearing fetish gear or anything particularly abnormal, also sneered.
"Oh. It's you."
"Bitch, I literally just said that," Salem said calmly.
"I know, but—"
"Em, you are really fucking on me right now, and I need you to chill," Salem instructed her minion. "Let the Bad Bitch take over."
"Sorry, ma'am," Emerald said softly.
Salem snapped her fingers, and suddenly, the dozens of black tentacles flew forward at incredible speeds. Though they were powerful Huntresses and warriors, the six women were powerless when it came to stopping Salem's onslaught, and they soon found themselves under the tendrils powers The tentacles wrapped around their limbs, binding them in the same fashion: a thick tentacle tied their forearms together and forced their arms up and over their heads. Two more tentacles wrapped around each of their ankles and hoisted them up into the air; they squealed in terror as the tentacles spread their legs apart and pushed their knees up to the edges of their breasts. Fully spread eagle and constrained with nary a hope of escaping, the women screamed as they were dragged across the room and held aloft in front of Salem, Emerald, and the rest of the sellout lesbian bitches. They were helpless. Pathetic. Prizes for Salem to claim with moist pussies spread and begging to be entered. Or at least, that was Salem likely believed. The women exchanged anxious, horrified glances—even Blake and Kali shared trauma together despite their spanking incident just a minute earlier. Though they were fighting a few seconds ago, together, they were united in fear of Salem's unstoppable power.
"Well, well, well," Salem said slowly. Her voice returned to its usual devious drip, and despite her exotic clothing, everyone in the room was quickly reminded that she was the woman responsible for so much death and destruction in the world. "So, here you are. You were all so confident that you could get away unscathed. You tricked yourselves into believing that you could find pleasure amongst each other and simply walk free from your crimes. It's quite pathetic, is it not?"
"Crimes?" Kali asked. "I thought you all slept together. How is that a crime?"
Salem licked her lips and gently placed her fingers beneath Kali's chin, lifting her face to get a better look at the cat MILF. The whip fell loosely along the curvature of Kali's toned body. "Now…who are you? And what gives you the right to speak when not spoken to?"
"Mom, don't!" Blake said hoarsely.
Salem chuckled. "Mom? Oh, I see. You certainly have your daughter's beauty." Kali shook her head free from Salem's touch, but the Grimm Mistress simply chuckled at the MILF's resistance. "Have it your way. You'll submit eventually. You see, your daughter and her little whore friends took something very special from me. Someone I hold dear. I have come to reclaim that debt in full."
"Debt?" Weiss said in outrage. "Are you talking about Jinn? That wasn't our fault."
"You took her from me," Salem hissed. "Because of your whore actions, the love of my life was sentenced to another century of imprisonment inside of the Relic of Knowledge. She's all alone in that lamp, incapable of receiving my touch…as I am incapable of receiving hers."
"What?" Blake said with shock. "That's not our fault. We literally had nothing to do with that!"
"Yeah, we weren't involved whatsoever!" Weiss protested. "We were busy having sex with each other! The only reason why Jinn disappeared is because you asked her a question."
"You can lie all you want," Salem said harshly, "but you all know what you did. You and those wicked, incestuous sisters of yours."
Emerald awkwardly tapped Salem on the shoulder. "Um, ma'am? They're actually correct. Jinn disappearing was all your fault."
"Emerald, for fuck's sake," Salem growled. "I know, just…let me have this, okay?"
"What? No!" screamed Weiss. "We won't just let you have this. You're going to kill us over something that literally wasn't our fault, you psychotic bitch!"
"Watch your tone, young lady," Salem warned. "Do not forget who you are trifling with."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Weiss said boldly. "You're the woman who loves to get her asshole fingered!"
Salem blushed. "Hey, keep that to yourself."
Weiss leaned back and screamed as loud as she could so that even the deaf among them could hear. "Hey, everyone! Salem loves to get her asshole fingered! She's a sub! A sub! A fucking submissive little sub who loves getting her asshole fingered—"
Salem had heard enough. She snapped her fingers again, and a new tentacle suddenly jammed its way into Weiss's mouth, silencing the young Schnee's soliloquy of sex with an aggravated moan.
"Hmmph! Hmmmmmmmmph!" said Weiss, disgusted as the tentacle tip wormed its way around her mouth, bashing itself against the insides of her cheeks.
"There. That's enough out of you," Salem commanded. Weiss gagged against the slimy tentacle as it aggressively facefucked her, and as she saw the rest of the tentacles in the room begin to writhe and inch toward her, she fumed in resentment. It wasn't enough that her mouth was currently full of the taste of the disgusting tendril, but the idea that she was about to be the victim of every tentacle hentai trope enraged her. Why did she have to be the one engaged in this perverted nonsense? Why not Yang? That filthy slut would have fawned over the opportunity to get her holes plugged by tentacles. She was the kind of perverted cunt who would watch her own throat bulge out in the mirror, and would beg for multiple tentacles to get shoved up her ass, and—hey, didn't Yang once say that she wanted to have a tentacle shoved so far up her ass that it would move through her entire digestive track in reverse and come out of her mouth, penetrating her all the way through? She would have loved tentacle bouncing off of her tongue like a trampoline. Yang deserved that, not sweet, innocent Weiss! Good, not-at-all perverted Weiss who—
"My, my, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Weiss's eyes went wide. She was so stunned by the sudden tentacle protrusion that she only just noticed: she was wet. Soaking wet. Her folds were practically dripping onto the floor, and not only had Salem taken notice, but the dark goddess took two fingers and spread Weiss's sex open so she could examine the soft pink tissue inside her. Much to Salem's surprise, she didn't just a look at Weiss's insides, but also received a steady pump of Winter's cum coating her fingers as it dripped out of Weiss's pussy and ass.
"And you've been busy," Salem chuckled. "Has that silver-eyed wretch been making you her bitch?"
"Hmphmmmfhmmmm!" said Weiss.
"Is that a yes?"
"Actually," Willow interjected, much to Weiss's horror. "It was Winter. My daughters impregnated each other."
Salem, stunned, looked over to Winter for confirmation, and sure as sure could be, there was the Huntress's massive cock still erect and dripping with the fluid from her sister's sex. Salem looked at Winter's penis, and then at Weiss, and then at Willow, and then at Weiss, and then back at the penis, and then she laughed maniacally.
"Oh, that is just delightful, isn't it?" Salem cooed. "You all have truly given into the madness of your desires. Incest. Creampies. Exhibitionism. Your Souls have been broken in a way I never could have dreamed of. I was hesitant before, but now, I am certain that you will make the perfect candidates."
The women gasped and exchanged nervous glances.
"C-Candidates?" asked Ilia. "Candidates for what?"
Salem grinned easily. Her announcement was bold and echoed throughout the crowded mansion foyer, and when she said her desires out loud, every slut in the room screamed in terror.
"For my Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse!"
Blake shouted fearfully. "Four Whores-men!"
"Of the Apocalypse!" screamed Kali.
"Mmmmhmmm!" screamed Weiss.
"Yes, my Whores-men!" Salem said in triumph. "As I'm sure you've by now discovered, when the female body is exposed to raw Grimm semen, it is transformed into a monstrous—yet still incredibly sexy—Grimm-like form! You became a sexual deviant like no other, succumbing to every sick, twisted whim that your subconscious can bestow on you, as well as gaining the power to corrupt and force your desires onto others. You will serve as the generals of my army as I conquer the entire world through the power of lust and sex, fucking bitches of all ages on every corner of the globe. You will release all inhibitions, and no longer will your slutty actions be bound by blood or morals. You will become Sex Demons of the highest order, and together, we will take over this land and claim it as our own from every possible position!"
Winter snarled. "You monster! You absolute monster!"
"You want to brainwash and turn us into your sex warriors? Unforgivable!" Kali decreed.
"Your opinion is irrelevant," Salem noted. "You are defenseless. Your bodies are but mere vessels for my will. And brainwashing? You're already degenerate whores, desperately wrapping your slits around whatever cock comes your way. Would you really find it dehumanizing to wrap yourself around a Grimm?"
"Yes, actually!" Winter stated. "Bestiality is pushing it to a very different level. Even tentacle hentai is stretching my limits."
"That won't be the only thing it stretches," Emerald taunted, evoking a growl from her master.
"For. Fuck's. Sake. Emerald."
Emerald pouted. "What? She walked into it."
"Silence."
"Yes, ma'am."
"As I was saying, you may act like you want to fight it," Salem continued, "but tell me: Would you really be against such a power. One among you has already experienced the girth of a large cock between her legs. You have already felt the joy of mating with your own, feeling their flesh wrap around yours as they struggle to control their inner desires. You would gain the ability to conquer anyone you ever wanted, and they would be powerless to stop you. After but a few moments around your length, they will beg for more. My offer stands to you all. Are you seriously suggesting that you have no interest in joining me?"
The answers came swiftly and surely.
"No!"
"No way!"
"Not a chance!"
"I'll do it."
"Hmmmph!"
"You're out of your fucking mind—wait, Blake, what did you say?"
The protests fell silent as the bound and spread women's attention suddenly turned to one of their own. Blake Belladonna may have been suspended in the air with the rest of them, but unlike them, her face didn't show any outrage or panic or shock. Instead, she simply scowled and stared straight ahead, ignoring the judging glares from her teammates and looking deep into Salem's twisted red and black eyes. Salem, only half-certain she heard her correctly, leaned in with a sly smirk.
"What was that?"
"I said I'll join you," Blake shrugged. "I'll be one of your Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse."
The response was pretty much what you'd expect.
"Blake, what the fuck!" cried Ilia.
"Sweetie, what are you talking about?" asked her mother, deep fear and concern radiating from her voice. Blake bared it no mind.
"She had a good sales pitch, so I made up my mind. I'm joining Salem," Blake explained.
"You can't be fucking serious!" Winter exclaimed.
"Hmmhmmmhmmm!" Weiss agreed, screaming through her tentacle gag.
Salem, amused by the enthusiastic response, was still somewhat surprised by the outcome and nodded her head quietly. "I will say, you turned a lot faster than I expected you to."
"Yeah, I did turn," Blake acknowledged, her tone blunt and informal. "Would you like to know why I decided to turn on Humanity and join Salem's forces of sex and darkness?"
Kali, trying to rationalize her daughter's decision, smiled awkwardly, and tried to speak to her. "Blake, dear, if there is something wrong, we can talk this out. There's no need to do something drastic."
"Drastic? You mean like spank me in front of the entire world?" Blake said with a growl.
Kali laughed nervously. "Look, that was a perfectly reasonable disciplinary action."
"Was it?" Blake questioned roughly. "Or did you only spank me because you wanted to humiliate me further, just like you've humiliated me by fucking every single one of my friends?"
"Blake, you're being unreasonable—"
"No, you're unreasonable!" Blake cried in frustration. "You're all unreasonable! Not a single goddamn one of you has shown me any respect since this entire orgy began! You're so busy living out your incest fantasies that you never cared about my feelings. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? Look! Even right now, everyone in this room is watching me being strung up like a fucking salami as I reveal all of my personal sexual frustrations. Before that, everyone watched me get spanked, and before that, everyone watched me pour freezing cold milk all over myself and get rejected by my MILF mom! At least Salem is going to give me something to do. She's going to make me a Whores-men. At least I'll actually get a say in what happens in my life. And if I do that, you'll finally have to listen to me for once. I'm tired of being a laughing stock. I'm tired of not getting my rocks off. I'm tired of constantly getting rejected by the one person I want to fuck more than anything else. I want power. I want respect. I want people to see me for what I really am. And no, I don't care about who I hurt by telling people that. I'm tired of having to wait around and not get what I want. I'm tired of having to lie to myself. It's time to let the truth out. The biggest truth of them all. More important than my fetishes, or my erotic real-life fanfictions, or my breast size. And that truth is…" She sighed and closed her eyes tight. "My name is Blake Belladonna…and I'm a fucking slut for cunt."
Blake turned back to Salem, not even happy, but screaming proudly all the same.
"Come on, Mistress! Stick that cock in me! I want to transform into a beautiful Grimm Goddess and fuck the ever-living shit out of all the motherfuckers who dared cross me! Give me the power of the Sex Demons!"
Salem was—admittedly—now quite confused by the sudden, kind of arbitrary confession coming out of the young Faunus. Honestly, so was everyone else. Not just her fellow captives, but the rest of the Sea of Sluts. It was a very emotionally confusing situation. On one hand, Blake was perfectly justified in her rage. She had been through a lot of bullshit all night while everyone else was having fun. Her mother was almost certainly toying with her emotions in order to get off with her teammates, and she was very much disrespected by her friends. It was a very tough predicament for a young woman to be in, especially during such challenging times with the economy, and the upcoming Atlesian elections, and all of the major sociopolitical issues of the world. It was natural and honest for her to be mad at those around her for letting her down.
But on the other hand…she was seriously considering becoming a Sex Demon and conquering the world and undoubtedly raping and mind-breaking thousands of women all as payback for the fact that her mom wouldn't sleep with her, which was—the last time everyone checked—a completely normal and uncontroversial thing to do. So, actually, kind of, fuck Blake.
But fucking Blake was exactly what Salem wanted, and she grinned widely as the first pieces of her plan came into place.
"You've made the right decision, child," Salem said gracefully. She snapped her fingers, and the tentacles loosened their grip, dropping Blake to the floor. She landed flat on her ass, and she grunted, rubbing her bruised bottom before Salem proudly helped her up to her feet. As Blake arose anew, she realized just how actively fucking hot Salem was. The fetish gear was unexpected, but Dominatrix Salem was a surprisingly good look on the Mistress of Evil. And then there was Emerald, of course, who looked completely normal and actually annoyed that she wasn't chosen to be one of the Four Whores-men, but Blake never gave a shit about Emerald, and she assumed most people didn't either, so Blake promptly ignored her. Blake heard her mother begging her to stop, but she ignored her pleas as well. There was no longer any point in listening to that bitch. Now, standing naked and proud in front of the entire Sea of Sluts, there was but one thing left to do to complete her destiny.
"I'm ready to offer you my services, Master," Blake said, bowing before her new leader. Salem tucked her fingers beneath Blake's chin, however, and lifted her out of the bow, placing her hands on the young Faunus's shoulders.
"My dear, starting on this day, you will bow to no one," Salem said with a slithering hiss. She gestured to her side, where a Beowolf stood at attention waiting for his orders. And by standing at attention, well… "Now, Blake Belladonna, climb onto the phallus of the Beowolf. Allow the Grimm to fuck you to completion and absorb its power through its seed. Become one with the darkness!"
Blake looked at the Grimm, and then she looked at it's very large and very erect and very oddly red dick, and then she looked at Salem—but then she sneered.
"Um…" she said awkwardly. "Not to be a bitch or anything, but…is there a chance I can fuck a different Grimm?"
Salem's smile vanished. She cocked her head to the side. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, you know," Blake said meanderingly, "I just really don't like dogs."
"You are…unwilling to fuck the Grimm?" Salem said, somewhat displeased. Blake quickly moved to calm her down.
"Oh, no, no, no. I'd love to have sex with a Grimm. Wanna get that big ole' animal cock right inside me. Grimm-on-Faunus action number one. It's just, you know, I'd rather have sex with one of the tentacles, or like an Ursa Major, or even that weird half-man, half-horse thing that Ruby fought that one time. I bet that thing would be hung like crazy."
Salem pursed her lips. "The only Grimm I brought were Beowolves."
"But, like, can't you just make more Grimm?" Blake asked expectantly.
"I can," Salem said, rolling her eyes, "but then I'd have to travel all the way back to the Pools of Darkness, and that's like an entire flight, and honestly, I'd really just rather do the fucking right here."
"Well, you're not the one who's going to have to fuck a dog," Blake said crossing her arms.
"Oh, come on, now. Grow a spine," Salem groaned.
"I'm not fucking a dog. I will fuck literally any other animal. Do you have a dolphin Grimm? I will fuck the shit out of that. Any fish at all. I'm not even kidding. I'd even fuck a Grimm duck with its crazy-ass corkscrew penis. Just anything that literally isn't a dog."
"Look, you aren't even going to feel anything different. A Beowolf dick feels exactly the same inside you as any other dick. I mean, yes, there's the knotting, but that's not even a big deal. Trust me on this."
"Trust you? How many different types of animal penises have you put inside you?"
"Enough to know that a Beowolf one is one of the smoothest, easiest experiences you can have with a Grimm! I am your Master! You will obey my command and have intercourse with that Beowolf!"
"Fuck that."
"Yes, fuck that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I mean fuck that as in: There is no goddamn way I am letting a dog get in my pussy. Grimm or not. No way."
"I will literally throw you onto that Beowolf's dick, you ungrateful little bitch."
"You couldn't lift me if you goddamn wanted to!"
"God, you are so immature!"
"You're immature!"
"No, you are!"
"You are!"
"You are!"
"You are!"
"You are!"
"You are!"
"You are!"
Everyone's eyes darted back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as the argument bounced between the commanding Grimm-woman dominatrix and the disobedient incest-loving Faunus who refused to be a good girl and spread her legs for a canine's cock. The argument descended into petty bickering, and no one was more heartbroken—and annoyed—by it than the remaining five women who were suspended in the middle of the foyer, watching the conversation devolve further and further into madness. Salem had started out the evening so threatening. Hell, she still was extremely threatening. She could literally kill them all at any moment. But it really put a damper on the proceedings when the evilest being in the room was acting like a spoiled child. A sexy spoiled child; though not like children were sexy, of course. She was sexy very much so because she had the body of a grown female, with large tits and a great ass. The point was that the conversation had turned from betrayal to nonsense, and more than a revelation, they were all begging for something, someone, anyone to come into the room and save them from this nightmare.
And it just so happened that their prayers were about to be answered. Because it was right at the moment when the argument between Blake and Salem was about to break down into fisticuffs that into the room stumbled the naked Yang Xiao Long, high off her fucking rocker from having injected a futanarium-heroin-cocaine cocktail of pure fucking magic into her veins. Yang stumbled halfway into the corridor on the second floor, barely able to keep herself upright, her face permanently locked into the dumbest fucking grin imaginable…and that was when she saw the pale woman standing there. Not a dream or a hallucination, but very much real.
Yang looked at Salem.
And Yang looked at Salem some more.
And Yang looked down at her own tits.
And Yang looked at whatever fucking mind-warping rainbow shit her drugged-up mind was showing her at that moment.
And Yang licked her lips, muttering to herself.
"Hey, babe. Long time no see."