Note: Did you think you were finally safe from us?
Ruby didn't keep her feelings about working with Cinder a secret as her makeshift team ran quickly back to the mansion's foyer. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Every five seconds, she heard Cinder snicker behind her and mutter something to Neo—well, actually, she was only looking at Neo when she said it. They both knew she was talking to her.
"Hey, Neo, don't tell Ruby about all of the things I plan to do to her family members," Cinder giggled. "Mum's the word, okay?"
Ruby sneered.
"Hey. Hey, Neo," Cinder cackled. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I actually forgot most of my evil plans. Darn, they're right on the tip of my tongue."
Ruby growled.
"Hey. Hey, Neo."
Don't.
"Neo. Hey."
Fucking.
"Neo, listen. Hey. Hey, listen, Neo."
Dare.
Cinder grinned. "Ruby made out with her mom's head."
Ruby screamed, screeching to a sudden halt and whipping around to throw a haymaker toward Cinder's head. Unfortunately, the Fall Maiden was as strategic as she was devious, and she saw the punch coming a mile away. She easily sidestepped the attack, and stuck out her leg, using Ruby's own forward momentum to trip her and send her crashing to the floor. Ruby's boobs bounced against the floor, and Cinder burst out laughing at the prone girl lying naked on the ground like an idiot.
"Hahaha! What a loser!" Cinder laughed, giving Ruby a mean stomp on her bare butt for good measure. "I'm glad your mother is burning in hell, otherwise she'd be so embarrassed!"
Ruby's humiliation was eternal, but her time on the floor was short-lived. She immediately pushed herself up to her feet, roaring like a mighty tiger—but before a full fight could break out between the Huntress and the half-Grimm, one-eyed Fall Maiden, Pyrrha, Penny and Neo stepped between them to break up the fight.
"All right, you two! That's enough!" Pyrrha decreed, shoving the two dueling bitches apart with her palms.
"She started it," Cinder said quickly.
"What? I literally didn't start it, though!" Ruby protested.
"Prove it, slut," Cinder hissed. Ruby tried swinging at her again, but Pyrrha's excellent Huntress skills were enough to keep the two naked women separated.
"I said that's enough!" Pyrrha said sternly. "Ruby, we need her help. You can't attack her."
"She made me make out with my mom's head!" Ruby cried.
"And she literally killed me!" Pyrrha countered pointedly. "Yet I'm willing to work with her if it means ending this sex-crazed nightmare. Get your acts together. And that goes for both of you."
Pyrrha gave Cinder a bitter glare, and the Fall Maiden crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, irritated but reluctant to push the boundaries any further than she needed to.
"Fine," she groaned like a teenage girl. "I'll stop mentioning it."
Ruby pouted and thrust her fists down by her sides. "I can't believe that I wanted to have sex with you."
Cinder grinned. "Oh, please. You know you'd still eat my ass in a heartbeat, bitch."
The worst part of all was that Cinder wasn't just evil and cruel…she was also right. If Cinder asked for it, Ruby would spin her around and tongue her asshole right there on the spot, no questions asked. She wouldn't even care that it endangered their mission. She was absolutely disgusted to even think it, but every single time that Cinder insulted her, belittled her, and humiliated her, she felt herself growing wetter and wetter. Her folds were practically dripping down her sides, and even worse than that, the sheer mention of the fact that she kissed her mom's head sent secret delights up and down her spine. It was horrifying and shameful and sexy all at the same time. She had to remind herself that those degenerate attractions were not her own. Something else had turned her into a necrophiliac, incestuous whore. She had to shake those evil, secret desires out of her head. She couldn't think about how good it would feel for Cinder to clap her cheeks all over Ruby's face, sandwiching her in her ass like a slice of deli ham. She had to stay focused. Focused. Focused!
The fivesome continued on through the manor hallways, trying their best not to unnecessarily grate on each other. They had to warn the others that they were being manipulated and stop the orgy as soon as possible. The question was if any of those sluts would listen to them. Had they all gone too far? If they had, their only recourse was to destroy the cameras and the footage of the orgy before it could be leaked out to the entire world. Even if they couldn't save the orgy participants, they could contain the sexual trauma to one location. That was their only hope.
What they couldn't anticipate, as they rounded the corner of the second-floor hallway and stared out into the foyer, was what they actually ended up seeing. The foyer that was once the sight of many prestigious Schnee balls and extravaganzas—and had more recently been transformed into a haven for slut-fucking and cum-sucking—had been transformed into the personal sexual playpen for the Queen of the Grimm, who had become more desperate and more seductively dangerous than ever before. The five of them immediately dove behind the corner for cover, peering out just far enough to observe the new situation that was unfolding.
"What the…" Ruby said with regards to the throne set-up that Salem rested upon.
"Is that…" Pyrrha asked with regards to the Sea of Sluts-composed studio audience like some shitty game show.
"When did…" Neo asked with regards to the massive Grimm and tentacle army holding everyone hostage.
"Emerald…" Cinder muttered with regards to Emerald.
"How exciting!" Penny exclaimed with regards to the competition happening in the center of the room.
All eyes in the room were focused on Blake and Yang, who were standing only a foot apart from each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Wait, not gazing. Glaring with only the evilest of intent. They were each holding gigantic vibrators and pressed them to the other's clits, holding them in place as the profound buzz of the sex toys rang out like a swarm of angry wasps. Their muscles were tight and their grimaces were tighter, and neither refused to budge—even though it was apparent to everyone watching that they were very close to their limits.
"You…you ready to come yet?" Blake growled.
"Never. I'm…I'm not even close," Yang said with an obvious troubled grin.
From the outskirts of the foyer, Ruby and her team watched with confused stares as the Faunus and the blonde pressed the vibrators even tighter against each other, trembling on shaky knees, and Ruby whispered worriedly to her fragile alliance of allies.
"Um…what's going on here?" she questioned.
Neo pursed her lips. "Well, I don't want to be accused of pushing my own biases onto this situation, but if I had to make an educated guess…"
"Yes?" Ruby asked expectantly.
"Well," Neo theorized, "what I would assume is that Salem decided to enact her overly sexualized revenge by crashing the orgy and holding all of the sluts hostage. She then announced her plans to use her Grimm power to brainwash and sexually corrupt several of the orgy participants to form an evil, sex-based army. Given the extreme desperation on the part of Blake and the increasing insanity of Yang, as well as their deteriorating relationship, they have decided to actively compete against each other in a series of slut-based competitions to determine who will get to join Salem's army. The winner, as judged by Salem will become a…I don't know, but let's say for the sake of argument, a Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. No, wait." Neo's eyes went wide. "The Four Horsemen of the A-Cock-alypse!"
Ruby looked at Neo.
And Pyrrha looked at Neo.
And Cinder looked at Neo.
And Penny looked at Neo.
And Neo looked around at all of them, and then frowned.
"What? You got a better fucking explanation?"
Ruby was about to argue when she was cut off by the loud, sudden moans coming from the middle of the foyer. Blake, tough as she may have been, was no match for the continued clitoral stimulation, and she came hard in a manner most catastrophic to her cause of caustic cock-based carnage she had in store. She collapsed to her knees, her orgasm bringing her down like a mighty hammer, and Yang immediately leapt in the air in victory as she was declared the victor of the first bout.
"Woohoo! I'm the best vagina toucher!" Yang shouted heroically. She swung around the vibrator like a samurai sword to the sound of thunderous applause, and even turned around to wag her thick ass directly in Blake's face as the Faunus growled in humiliation.
"Don't get too cocky now, Yang," Salem warned, wagging her finger. "Emerald, prepare them for the next challenge. I will except no failure in my Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse!"
From the hallway, Ruby pursed her lips and glanced at Neo. "Okay, so maybe they are having a sex contest."
"Yeah," Neo said with a pout, "but seriously? Whores-men? My name is way cooler. If you are going to make a porn parody, put some originality into it."
Pyrrha nodded. "I know what you mean. Us porn directors need to have higher standards when it comes to naming. One of the films I starred in was just called Thicc Sluts 4. I sincerely doubt that was the best they could come up with."
Penny also nodded, smiling cheerfully. "Ah, yes. Thicc Sluts 4. I have that downloaded in my memory banks. Your performance was quite the standout, Miss Pikos."
"Thanks, Penny."
Ruby hissed bitterly. "Hey, wait, what are we doing? We need to focus! Our friends are down there."
Pyrrha sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's so easy to get distracted by sex."
"That's the supernatural forces at play," Neo argued. "They keep distracting us with hot scenarios of us fucking each other. Like I'll be honest: I haven't stopped staring at Yang's boobs since we got here." It was true. Neo's eyes were wide and locked directly onto Yang jumbo cow titties as they flopped in the open air during Yang's drunken victory dance. Ruby couldn't say she disagreed. She was also staring at Yang's breasts and fantasied about latching onto them and sucking them dry. She simply had to fight those thoughts harder. She needed to let her Huntress instincts take over. She could think about hot incestuous banging some other time, hopefully in a less sexy context. For now, she had work to do. Her strategic, leader brain raced as she calculated her best course of action. Salem was nigh unstoppable, of course, and if anything was to be done about the external forces controlling their lustful desires, she would have to be taken out first. There was one obvious solution: the silver eye powers that Ruby had been carefully cultivating since the attack on Beacon. But would they still work? Would she be able to summon that strength with her mind currently warped by the sexiness? Would it even be possible to defeat Salem even if the power was utilized properly?
Ruby had to push those doubts aside. No matter what, she had to try for the sake of her friends. She had to become Ruby Rose the Huntress once again.
"Neo, can your Semblance hide me from the Grimm?" Ruby asked cautiously. Neo stroked her chin.
"Maybe? My power to generate illusions isn't foolproof, but visually it should be able to disguise you as long as I'm close by."
Ruby narrowed her gaze and studied the layout of the foyer. The residents were distracted as Emerald read aloud the next slutty challenge to be completed.
"An Ultimate Slut™ must have the ability to cum with the strength of a coursing river and the force of a great typhoon," stated Emerald. "Contestants, squirt the furthest distance using only your finger as a stimulating device. Longest distance covered by your cum wins. The bout shall begin on Lord Salem's decree."
As Blake and Yang angrily exchanged glares and took positions side by side on the floor, Ruby realized that their chance was upon them. All eyes were upon the two competing whores, and a pathway had opened up the balcony to the side of the room where the tentacle-bound captives were being held. A fierce look of determination cast itself on Ruby's face, and she turned to Neo with a grimace.
"Okay, Neo. You're with me. Cover me as I get to Weiss. The rest of you stay here and wait for my signal."
"To do what?" Pyrrha asked.
Ruby wasn't really sure. She was working through her plan one step at a time. But she was certain that when the moment arrived, they would all know what to do.
"To fight back," Ruby said simply. The others had no response, but intrinsically, they all understood. Things were going to get worse before they got better, and even though Cinder and Penny were naked and Pyrrha lacked any of her weapons, they knew they would have to be ready to take down whatever foe crossed them. "You ready, Neo?"
Neo, glum and somewhat puzzled, reluctantly nodded. "I mean, I'm still trying to figure out how they put an unintentional Mulan reference in there considering it doesn't exist in this universe…but sure. Let's do this."
As the next challenge of the Slut-Off™ began in earnest, with Blake and Yang fingering and stroking themselves to completion as hard and fast as possible, Neo took Ruby's hands and concentrated as hard as they could. The others watched as they suddenly vanished in a spectacular show of shifting glass, and once the pair was successfully camouflaged, they sped off down the stairway. Avoiding the Grimm wasn't exactly a challenge, but it was still stressful. A single wrong move would undoubtedly send a flurry of tentacles into their pussies, and while Ruby was semi-excited by the thought of tentacle hentai, she focused on moving swiftly while stepping over any black mass that covered the previously pristine tile floor. The loud moans and heavy pants of Blake and Yang covered the sounds of their footsteps as they finished descending the stairs and snuck around the back of Salem's throne to where the captives were being held. While they passed by, Ruby couldn't help but linger upon her sister and the sorry state that had come over her. She had this glazed over look in her eye indicative of drug use, and Ruby felt a deep, pitiful shame. Why was she degrading herself in front of so many people? Yang was always a bit of a party animal, but Ruby remembered her as kind and nurturing, almost like the mother that she never got to have because of Summer's death. The very notion that Ruby had eaten the same pussy that Yang was currently stimulating sickened her to her core. If nothing else, that gave her all the further motivation she needed to fight back. She may not have been able to fully save herself, but she was damn sure she was going to save her sister, no matter what.
Ruby and Neo stealthily reached the tentacled captives, who were being forced to watch the Slut-Off unfold with their legs spread up over their heads and little relief for their aching pussies. Ruby saw, in particular, a few tears welling in Kali's eyes, no doubt from the frustration that she could not participate in such a degrading event. Or like, the fact that her daughter had betrayed her. That was a possibility too. Regardless, Ruby snuck up behind Weiss, and as carefully as she could, she whispered to as not startle her.
"Psst, Weiss."
Weiss jumped in surprise, but she managed to stop herself before she made any noise. She craned her neck behind her, and Neo dropped the illusion, allowing the Schnee heiress to see her girlfriend and the ice-cream assassin crouching down behind her.
"Ruby!" Weiss whispered excitedly. "You came! I mean, like, you arrived. Not that you came, but…"
"Yeah, she knows what you mean," Neo grumbled.
"Weiss, what's going on?" Ruby asked. There were a lot of different things Ruby was asking about. Salem's presence. The tentacles. The steady drip of sisterly cum slowly pulsing out of her pussy. Weiss growled and chose to answer what she believed was the most annoying matter.
"What does it look like? Blake lost her fucking mind," Weiss stated angrily. "She got ludicrously pissed that Kali won't bang her, and now she wants to help destroy humanity. How fucked up is that?"
Ruby sighed, awkwardly looking away. "Blake, what's gotten over you?"
It was a bit of a rhetorical question. Ruby knew what toxic sexual thoughts had come over Blake, because they were the same evil thoughts that had taken over her as well. But wanting to destroy humanity, all because she couldn't sleep with her own mom? Like…like okay, sure, Kali was fucking hot as hell. Super hot. Mega ultra hot. Would Ruby betray humanity or a chance to bang her? She couldn't say she wouldn't. But objectively, it was a bit fucked u wasn't it? And Yang also apparently wanting to join Salem's army. Great. Another stain on her family legacy.
But while Ruby was saddened by her teammates' heel turns, she also couldn't notice that Weiss had a look upon her face that was more akin to shame than disappointment. Ruby cocked her head to the side, curious. "Weiss, are you okay?"
Weiss pouted, shaking her head somberly. "Ruby…I…"
"Weiss, no. It's okay."
"No, it's not okay," Weiss insisted. "Ruby…I fucked my sister. I fucked my mom. I swallowed their cum, Ruby—fuck, I let Winter cum inside me. I didn't just cheat on you. I did awful, fucked-up unspeakable things."
Ruby could see the tears forming in Weiss's eyes, just as clear as the copious amounts of semen dripping from her sex like a leaky faucet. She gingerly reached up and took Weiss's tentacle-bound hand in her own.
"Weiss, it's not your fault."
"Yes, it is," Weiss said, sniffling.
Ruby pursed her lips. "No, seriously. I mean it might not be your fault. There's a series of very complex and unknown circumstances that literally robs you of accountability." Weiss, still tearful, had difficulty understanding, so Ruby decided to brush past the information and get straight to the role of being a comforting girlfriend. "Loo, Weiss, here's the deal. Tonight as been the craziest night of my life, even more than Beacon, or even that night we spent in the farm. We both made mistakes that we're probably going to regret. Things got carried away way too fast, like we were swept up in an ocean current. But here's the thing…it doesn't matter, Weiss. It doesn't matter if you got impregnated by your sister, or how deep Cinder shoved her Grimm-based cock inside of your asshole, or who squirts what distant, or even that had passionate sex with an entire sponge cake. The point is—"
"Sponge…cake?"
"The point is," Ruby continued uninterrupted, "even though this entire world is falling apart, and everyone is losing their minds, and Salem might rape us all with tentacles, this night has let me know one thing more true than anything else in the entire world. I love you, Weiss Schnee. I love you more than anything else in this entire world. And when we kick Salem's butt and save the world once again, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you, exclusively, monogamously, and I know that once we break this tentacle bondage, we will go back to living a normal life, without incest, without suffering, and without Cinder. I will never leave you alone again. You have my word."
Weiss had been getting pounded all night. The Happy Huntresses pounded her. Cinder pounded her. Winter pounded her. But now, the only pounding going on was her heartbeat in her ears, and the tenderness in her chest outshone all of the tenderness in her pussy. Ruby's words spoke truer to her than any words before, and despite the very awkward circumstances of their reunion, she knew that Ruby was right. They loved each other, more than any temporary incestuous lust could imitate. Her home was not the defiled, transformed manor, but rather it was the time she spent with that wonderful dolt of a Huntress. They would be together for the rest of their lives in clean, innocent bliss—except, of course, during the special occasions where sexy time was appropriate. Then Weiss would get kinky as fuck with her.
But until then…bliss. Once they defeated the Grimm Mistress.
Neo, who had been huddled behind them and was watching their cutesy heart-to-heart, just rolled her eyes and smacked Ruby on the back of the head, drawing a startled little squeak from the redhead.
"Hey, don't want to get in the way of your Sixteen Candles bullshit," Neo grimaced, "but we're kind of running on a clock here."
Ruby nodded, rubbing her bruised scalp. "Ow. Yeah. Sorry. Uh, Weiss, are you able to summon?"
"If I could, do you think I would still be here?" Weiss asked pointedly. "These tentacles are draining my Aura. I'm helpless as long as I'm within them."
"Damn," Ruby sighed. She wished she brought Crescent Rose with her, even if there was a thirty percent chance that she would have grinded her pussy on it at some point during the night. Fuck, that would be painful. It was a scythe. She would literally be sliding an actual blade along her vagina. Ow. But also…
"Well, whatever you are planning," Neo added, "you might want to consider thinking of it faster before all of these Grimm find out we are here."
Ruby nodded. She needed to stop getting so easily distracted. She had a mission to accomplish. How on earth to defeat Salem? There were her silver eyes, of course, but that was incredibly unreliable. She had never bothered learning how to use them. No one was around to teach her. She had a weird feeling about that old woman with a skull cane from many months ago, but her sexual antics at the farm scared the old broad off before she could ever tell Ruby anything useful, assuming there was even anything useful to tell. She could just wing it, but if she failed, what good would that get her? She needed a solid, concrete strategy.
There was one option she was considering. There were tons of Grimm surrounding them, but there was only one Salem…and many, many sluts. If somehow, she could unite them all in an uprising, it was theoretically possible that they might be able to overpower the Queen of the Grimm. She couldn't stop them all, and granted, though it was impossible to kill her, they might be able to restrain her somehow. There were tentacles all around them. Somehow, if she could just get everyone on her side, they had a chance. Granted, that was becoming harder by the second, given Blake and Yang's increasingly competitive efforts to join the Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse.
Ruby pursed her lips. Wait a second…
Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse?
Wasn't it weird that—
"Hey, do you guys need help?" Ilia suddenly chimed in, having overheard their entire conversation on the basis of being literally two feet away from them. "I might have an idea or two."
Ruby lost her train of thought before she could make anything of it. Before she could respond, Winter, who was also right next to them and could hear their entire conversation, leaned in as well.
"Yeah, I can help, too," said the proud Huntress. "Defeating Salem is my life's mission. I won't let it go to waste."
"Me too," said Willow, who, again, could hear everything they were saying. "If that woman thinks she can tie me up without buying me a bottle of wine first, then she's definitely mistaken."
The army had been formed. Ruby. Neo. Weiss. Winter. Willow. Ilia. Each of them skilled in their own right, but together, they made a deadly team. Combined with Pyrrha, Penny, and Cinder, they had an alliance of Huntresses and Villainesses that stood a chance against even a force like Salem. Once they were broken free from their chains, the battle could surely be turned. Hope was not lost yet. However, when Ruby turned to Kali to ask if she could lend her support as well, she saw nothing but heartbreak from the cat MILF. Her sorrowful eyes were transfixed on Blake, fingering herself on the floor in a desperate act to be loved, and though Ruby was not telepathic, she could see the avalanche of doubts and regrets running through the older woman's head.
As Ruby's alliance came together, the battle in the center of the room reached it's climax—literally. Yang squirted first, a clear line of fluid bursting out of her pussy and flying across the room. Emerald ran to check the distance with a tape measure, and once her readings were secure, she held up her hand to mark the spot.
"Four point two three meters!"
A far distance! Tough to beat, but not impossible. Blake fingered herself more furiously, knowing that a loss here would cause her to lose the entire category. If that were to happen, she would be two down with little hope of catching up. She needed to pull out all of the stops. Her eyes drifted over to her mom's spread-eagle form, and she eyed that MILF body with laser-focused intensity, so much so that she didn't even notice Ruby hiding behind the others. Blake imagined herself ravaging that body, pleasuring it, making her mom scream her name in pleasure. She could practically taste her mom's pussy on her tongue. If she lost now, she would never get to tap that ass, and that was not a life she could afford to live! With tremendous effort and a powerful roar, Blake forced herself to orgasm, and with the whole world watching intently, she released a powerful spurt of nectar that sailed across the room like it was shot out of a cannon. Emerald gasped, running to measure the distance, and when the tape measure was laid down, she could not believe her eyes.
"Seven meters exactly!" she declared, causing the crowd to erupt into screams. Blake relaxed, flopping onto her back and pumping up her hands in victory.
"Haha! Score one for the Belladonna vagina!" she cheered. Yang pouted, but the drugs in her system prevented her from getting too upset about it. Salem calmly raised her hands, bringing down the excitement in the room.
"All right, ladies. Settle down. Settle down," she instructed. "You have done quite well, Blake. But once again, we are in need of a tie-breaker. Emerald, will you please read the final challenge?"
Emerald nodded, looking at the note cards in her possession and clearing her throat as Blake and Yang, shaky-legged, readied themselves for their final challenge. Emerald, still reeling from the previous final match-deciding challenge where her ass was eaten like a Sunday brunch, scanned the note in its entirety to make sure that nothing was going to be done to her physically. Fortunately, the task was completely regulated to the two wannabe sluts, so Emerald had no problem revealing the demeaning task aloud.
"An Ultimate Slut™ must have a pussy that is resilient in addition to being pliable. Contestants, you must masturbate in front of us using the most creative, hardcore vibrator. The slut who most brutally slays her pussy—while still keeping it hot—wins. The bout shall begin on Lord Salem's decree."
Blake and Yang looked awkwardly at each other, and then awkwardly at Salem. It was hard enough to think after having two consecutive, powerful orgasms, but the task laid out in front of them was…well…
"Wait, what the fuck did that say?" Blake said, placing her hands on her hips. Yang, of course, was too high to think any complex thoughts. Even the audience was somewhat confused by the task, sitting silently on their hands instead of encouraging the Sluts onward. Ruby and Neo, watching from the shadows, tried to figure out the tasks themselves as they also planned for their eventual revolt. It ultimately fell onto Salem to explain the situation to her competitors.
"The task is quite simple," the Lord of the Grimm said calmly. "I want you to shove something vaguely dildo-ish into your vaginas, and the winner will be the one who picks the most fucked up thing."
"Shove a hardcore dildo into our vaginas?" Blake questioned.
Yang clapped excitedly. "Ooooh, wacky dildos! Fuuuuun! Does my mom's dick count as something wacky?"
"Not wacky. Hardcore," Salem clarified. "And no, it can't be an actual dick belonging to any real living thing."
Yang grinned cheekily. "What about a dick belonging to a non-real living thing."
Salem pursed her lips. "That's just a dildo."
"I see," Yang said, scratching her chin. "Dildos are just cocks that aren't alive. That's so philosophical."
"It really isn't," Salem stated.
"It's so deep."
"No, it's not."
"No, it's deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep," Yang moaned, pointing at her crotch. "Deep deep deep in the pussy. Deepity deep deep duh deep-deep deeeeeeep!"
Salem said nothing.
Blake said nothing.
No one said nothing. That's a double negative. That's how nothing it was.
Ruby just facepalmed, deeply embarrassed.
Salem clapped her hands, moving on. "Okay. Here's the deal. You have ten minutes to go through the mansion and find your make-shift dildos. I expect you back here on time with creative ideas and an eager willingness to murder your pussies for my amusement. Good luck, Sluts. Time begins now."
Blake and Yang exchanged quick glances, and then with tremendous, hurried passion, sprinted out of the foyer and into the depths of the mansion. Murder their pussies? Technically, wouldn't it be suicide? Regardless, putting the task in more blunt verbiage did help them understand what they were meant to do, and while their minds were still a little frazzled from the vast array of sexual tasks they had been forced to perform, they still had some clever thoughts on how to impress Salem via a sacrifice of their vaginal health. They rushed gladly to their task. In the foyer, the Audience of Sluts waited patiently for their return.
And they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And waited.
And waited.
Salem checked her watch. She wasn't wearing a watch. Salem looked at her wrist. She sighed.
They waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Ruby pouted, tapping her fingers against her bare thigh.
She waited.
And waited.
Neo leaned into Weiss's ear, whispering.
"So, um…did we miss any good shit?"
Weiss furrowed her brow. "What?"
"Like, you know," Neo said suggestively. "The sex acts? Were they—"
Neo was suddenly cut off as Yang sprinted back into the room, her smile larger than her breasts. The crowd held its collective breath as they watched her bound into the room—and they all gasped in collective horror when they noticed the massive jackhammer she was carrying in her arms.
Ruby's jaw dropped.
Emerald's eyes went wide.
Salem just smirked.
Yang sat down on the floor, legs spread wide as she laid the construction implement on the ground in front of herself. She hummed and she sang as she decided the best way to shove the extremely pointy end into herself.
"Gonna put this hammer…into my puss! Gonna pound away…till it's fucked and raw!"
Incredibly nervous murmuring broke out among the crowd as Yang gingerly put the screw tip into her pussy. Ruby covered her eyes, terrified of seeing the carnage in front of her. Emerald, being one of the few people left in the world with any sensibilities, uncomfortably looked at her master.
"Uh, Salem? D-Do you think that, um, maybe we should stop this?"
A devilish, perplexed look crossed Salem's features. "Stop this? Why would I do that?"
"Because," Emerald said, smiling forcefully. "This girl is about to shove a fucking jackhammer into her vagina, which will likely kill her, if not at least create a very bloody mess everywhere."
"I'm okay with that," Salem winked.
"I'm not!" Emerald said. "This will become very, very unsexy in a few seconds, and do you really want that? Don't you want this to be as sexy as possible?"
Salem gazed carefully at Yang, who pushed herself up on her shoulders so that her ass—and by proxy, the jackhammer—was sticking straight up in the air. The rest of the six-inch tip of the hammer easily glided down into her slit, and all that was left for her was to reach up and pull the trigger. Just pull the trigger…
That was barely out of reach of her fingertips.
Yang strained herself, groaning as she reached up to try to push in the trigger on the handle, which would destroy her pussy so thoroughly that she would certainly earn her place in Salem's army. She had to accomplish her goal, but the trigger was just too far away! She was like a baby reaching for her mobile, pawing the air, and waggling her fingers. The horror in the crowd quickly turned to embarrassment as they watched this adult human person fail to properly slaughter her vagina, and it quickly became apparent that she would not be able to complete her goal without assistance. With a nervous smile, Yang cast her gaze toward Emerald, motioning to her own pathetic state.
"Hey, Em! Wanna help out?"
Emerald shook her head. "Nope."
"Come on, please?" Yang pleaded with puppy dog eyes. "Remember when I ate your ass?"
"I didn't enjoy that," Emerald lied.
"Just pull the trigger."
"No."
"Turn on the screwdriver."
"That's a jackhammer."
"Bless you."
Suddenly, a voice called out throughout the foyer.
"Hold it right there, motherfuckers!"
Ruby turned toward the hallway.
Weiss turned toward the hallway.
Ruby turned toward the hallway.
Neo turned toward the hallway.
Kali turned toward the hallway.
The Audience of sluts turned toward the hallway.
Emerald turned toward the hallway.
Salem turned toward the hallway.
Yang turned toward the hallway.
And she sneered.
There was Blake.
Standing triumphantly atop the stairwell.
Holding a wireless eggbeater.
And with a giant smile on her face, she shoved the two whisks into her pussy.
And she pulled the trigger.
"How's this, bitcheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Blake collapsed and immediately tumbled down the steps, bouncing and rolling like a stone. She rolled past Salem's throne and came to a stop directly in front of Yang's upside-down, jackhammer-penetrated body. The eggbeater whirred inside of her pussy on the highest setting, absolutely annihilating her inner walls, tenderizing them like flank steak. She spasmed on the ground, one hand permanently stuck on the trigger, unable to let go as her muscles seized up. Her mouth hung open and her tongue flopped around, but as her eyes drifted up to Salem, and the Grimm Mistress was able to see into her soul, one thing was positively clear.
The bitch was loving it.
Salem licked her lips. "Now, this is what I call a competition."
Note: We feel morally obliged to mention that Blake's vagina has merely been severely pounded, not ripped or torn in any way. It's not a bloody mess down there, if that fucks with your ability to read the story. Thank you. This clarification message has been brought to you by the letter V.