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Blake raised the eggbeater over her head, and drove down the electric mixer as hard as she could toward Ruby's head. Ruby screamed, grabbing Blake's hands and stopping the whisks just before they made contact with her face.
"What are you doing, Blake?" Ruby cried as the devastating, dripping whisks whirred mere inches above her eyes.
"I've come too far to give up now!" Blake shouted with righteous fury. "I shoved these whisks up my fucking vagina, Ruby! I've crossed too many boundaries!"
"Well, don't cross this one!" Ruby screamed back. She tried to pull away from the whisks, but she had nowhere to go against the hard, polished floor. Blake straddled Ruby's waist and reinforced her wrist with her other hand, doubling her strength to push the eggbeater closer and closer to Ruby's face. The juices that were still clinging to the steel flew in every chaotic direction, splattering their faces with Blake's cum. Ruby gritted her teeth as the juices splattered against her lips, and the momentary thought about how hot that was caused her to grip to slip, and the whisks drew even closer to her face.
"I have to become a Whores-men! It's all I have left!" Blake yelled. She was so close. Once those whisks penetrated Ruby's skull and splattered her brains all over the fucking room, Salem would surely welcome take her in. She would gain the powers of a sex demon, and that dumb bitch Yang would burn in fucking hell for all eternity. She would never let that slut get the best of her—
"Die, motherfucker!"
A cry rang out behind her, and suddenly Yang tackled Blake off of Ruby's hips, inadvertently saving her life and knocking the eggbeater far away across the room. Blake struggled as Yang straddled her hips and palmed wildly at her face.
"Fuck off, bitch! I saw her first!" said Blake, clawing at Yang's face.
"No! I'm gonna kill her!" said Yang, slapping Blake silly.
Blake pulled Yang's hair.
Yang scratched Blake's cheek.
Blake whined and slapped.
Yang bit Blake's collar.
Slowly but surely, the entire tone of the room changed.
Everyone's attention turned away from the violent battle on the second floor toward the feisty fight happening in the center of the foyer. A giant, delighted smile creeped across Salem's face as she stroked her clit more intensely.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the Grimm Mistress announced to her audience of terrified sluts. "It looks like we have a catfight!"
Catfight? That certainly wasn't the intention. Surely, Blake had literally said the word "catfight" like twenty seconds ago, but neither Yang nor Blake thought there was anything particularly sexy about their encounter. Both of them were deeply focused in their battle, trying to scratch and claw and spit and bite each other with all of their passion. Sure, if a person happened to look onto these sexy women straddling each other, breasts bouncing with fervor, hips grinding against each other as their fight devolved into less of a genuine attempt to draw pain and more of an attempt to save their own beautiful faces, they would almost certainly label it a catfight. Like, one of them was a literal cat-woman. Not that that was the only reason for why they'd call it a catfight. That'd be a little racist, honestly. Okay, it was definitely part of the reason, but then again, thinking too much about how Faunus served as a proper allegory for race relations was very difficult, and no one wanted to talk about it, and really all that mattered to them was that the boobs went bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.
Ruby realized that her two attackers were distracted, and hurried up to her feet. Her instincts told her to run toward the door and escape while she still could, but her heart—her heart told her that she had to stay and fight. Her friends were still in trouble. She was Ruby Rose. She couldn't just abandon her friends like that. Her friends may have abandoned her—and also, like, their morals—but she would never turn her back on Yang and Blake. She needed to find some way to free them from Salem's control.
Salem…that was it! Ruby looked up toward the throne. Salem was so utterly transfixed with the sexy catfight between Blake and Yang that she had left herself completely wide open to an attack! All Ruby would have to do is run up and use her silver eye powers, and it was possible that she could obliterate Salem once and for all! Except, well…
Ruby never really learned how to use her silver eye power. She had only ever done it twice: once at Beacon when Pyrrha was killed, and another time when Cinder was about to kill Jaune. She didn't fully understand what activated it other than an imminent threat of death, which, while she was certainly feeling, she didn't think was the sole reason for its activation. There were times when she came close to discovering how it worked; in fact, there was once a woman she had a sneaking suspicion of being a silver-eyed user as well. It was that old woman with the cane who they encountered on the train, who was there when Jinn appeared and revealed the secrets of Remnant. Unfortunately, she was also there when Yang started ranting about Salem's hotness, and then their conversation descended into fetishy nonsense, and that old woman walked away out into the snowy tundra, probably to freeze to death in the cold. Ruby never bothered learning her name, or how to contact her, and in the end, because they never spoke, she never learned if that woman had secrets to tell.
Dammit, who knew what events she missed out on in her life! If only she hadn't been overcome by this awful sexiness. Now, her friend and her sister were trying to murder her, and her girlfriend was likely pregnant with an incest baby, and everything was completely fucked to fucking fuckshit. The rage of a normal life lost caused her to become even more determined to right the wrongs that had been fostered upon her life. She would reclaim the world and the friendships that had been stolen from her. She would end Salem and her Grimm forces. And, most importantly…no one was going to have sex with her corpse!
Ruby stood tall and proud, clenching her fist as she eyed the path straight to Salem's demonic throne. It was a clear shot. No Grimm in sight. Salem's gaze was off her. She could do this. She just had to take the chance. She bent her knees, pushed off on her back foot, and with all of the speed she could muster, burst forward toward the throne in a dazzling display of brilliant red rose petals.
She got maybe, like, four feet before she was violently tackled out of the air by Yang and Blake.
"Where are you going, cunt?"
"Yeah, cunt!"
Ruby slammed hard against the ground, and Yang and Blake pinned each of her arms down to keep her in place. No matter how hard she tried to fight, she could not escape their wrath.
"You wanna kill Salem, bitch?" Yang sneered.
"That ain't happening, bitch," said Blake with equal sick pleasure.
"Yeah, we'll fuck you up."
"We'll beat the shit out of you."
"We're gonna fuck the fuck out of your corpse."
"Yeah, slut. We'll finger your dead pussy."
"Stick our digits all up in that."
"Fuck your ass."
"Fuck it raw."
"You wanna fuck on us?"
"Do ya, bitch?"
"We killed Adam."
"Yeah, yeah."
"We made out on his dead body."
"He died from being such a fucking virgin."
"Gonna mess you up."
"Stupid bitch."
"Stupid bitch."
"We're fucking awesome."
"Bumblebee for life."
"Bumblebee for life—"
Suddenly, Blake turned and looked at Yang, and Yang turned and looked at Blake, and for just that moment, they felt something. That undeniable spark. Could it be? No…they thought those feelings were long buried, tainted by weeks of betrayal and heartbreak. Yang had slept with Blake's mother, tried to take everything away from her, and Blake had dropped such a beautiful slam poetry diss track that Yang's heart was forever damaged. And yet, looking at each other, threatening to beat the ever-living shit out of Ruby, they felt a connection unlike anything they had ever felt before. It was the same spark they felt when they beat the shit out of Adam, or when they screwed each other in the farmhouse. Was it…could it be…
Love?
While Yang and Blake suffered their existential crisis on the ground floor, a fiery battle waged up above. Cinder was easily, successfully holding off Pyrrha and Penny's onslaught. The two redheads threw everything they had at her. Pyrrha took point, throwing a flurry of martial arts punches and kicks toward Cinder's head, while Penny stood back and fired laser beams from a distance. Cinder, unfortunately, was a Maiden, and her powers were far greater than either of them could have anticipated. Pyrrha grimaced as her blows were easily deflected away by Cinder's Grimm hand. She was extremely hesitant; the last time she took on Cinder, she got an arrow through the heart—and that was when she had her weapons and armor. Now, she was bare-fisted and was protected only by a lovely lacey red bra that pushed up her huge knockers, and a matching thong that greatly showed off the contours of her ass. She was expecting to show off the piece at the night's finale, probably before jumping headfirst into some pussy. She wasn't expecting to have to fight for her life in it against the woman who had already taken it once.
"Is that the best you can do?" Cinder cackled, dodging beneath a swift roundhouse kick. She reached forward under Pyrrha's guard and grabbed her tit, squeezing it hard and causing the former Huntress to jump back in shock.
"Get away from me!" Pyrrha shouted. Cinder just laughed. Forcefully fingering Pyrrha's slit, grossly groping her boob—it brought such sick pleasure to the evil woman. She was going to make that woman her personal slut, whether she wanted to or not. Consent be damned, whatever that was. Pyrrha growled and threw a right hook, but Cinder just stepped past her, giving Pyrrha's ass a thick squeeze as she passed her by. Pyrrha gasped, and Cinder took advantage of her surprise to hug her from behind, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest.
"Aww. Someone doesn't like being touched?" Cinder cooed into Pyrrha's ear. Pyrrha struggled in vain against the Fall Maiden's grip, hissing and groaning, unable to free herself. Cinder nestled their cheeks together, sighing lovingly. "Ooh, I like it when you struggle. Your fear tastes so good…"
Pyrrha's breath was taken away as Cinder stuck out her tongue and licked her cheek, slowly dragging the hot, writhing mass from Pyrrha's chin up to her temple. Her Grimm hand reached back down and dipped once more beneath the hem of her panties. The evil, unnatural fingers stroked her shaved pussy eagerly, and Pyrrha's entire body stiffened with shock. Cinder, that fucking cunt…she was absolutely powerless to stop her. It was just like the Fall of Beacon all over again. Those terrible memories were coming back to her as her trauma overwhelmed her. She felt a pain in her chest, in her ankle from when it was pierced and she was left helpless on the roof of Beacon. She barely even felt the monstrous fingers curled inside of her, stroking the backside of her clit. It was all too much. She was helpless. She was—
"Ack!" Cinder suddenly screamed as a laser beam struck her in the back. She released Pyrrha from her grasp, and the adult film star was finally able to breathe again. She turned back to Penny, who was supporting her from afar, with a nod and sigh of relief. Penny smiled back at her, yet there was also determination written clearly on her face.
"Don't give up, Friend Nyrrha!" Penny told her. However, their celebration was short-lived; Cinder quickly jumped up back to her feet and erupted in violent, fiery fury.
"You child-fucking whore!" Cinder cried. "I'll kill you for good this time!" She rushed toward Penny, but the robot took to the skies, flying up over the foyer with her rocket feet. Cinder followed after her, summoning a blade in each hand to fight with. The two clashed over the Audience of Sluts, dueling with all of their swords in clattering, incredible fury.
"You cannot defeat me!" Penny shouted, spinning out her swords in front of her as a shield. "I have found new meaning in life. Now, I fight to protect my friends—and then have sex with them."
"You can have sex with them in hell!" Cinder shouted, raising her swords over her head and slamming them down with all of her might. Penny blocked with her own swords, but the force of the blow was strong enough to send her hurtling down toward the hard floor beneath. Penny barely recovered before she collided with the ground, spinning out and trying to find her balance. Just before she rocketed up to rejoin the fight, she glanced toward the center of the room, where the other fight was taking place.
Ruby managed to worm free of Blake and Yang while they were distracted, but they quickly snapped out of their lovelorn trance and pounced back onto Ruby, clawing at her like feral animals.
"You ain't going nowhere, bi-atch!" Yang shouted, sticking two fingers into Ruby's mouth and swirling them all around. Ruby gagged and spit out the digits, straining her neck to get her face away from her slutty sister. Blake reared back and launched her head forward, biting hard on Ruby's inner thigh.
"Ah! The hell, Blake!" Ruby cried in pain. "You're not even trying to kill me anymore! I don't get what's happening!"
Ruby may not have understood what was happening, but everyone else in the room did. While Yang and Blake were still talking about murdering Ruby, their actions indicated that the idea of a mostly non-lethal sexy catfight was far more appealing to them. They wouldn't be able to kill the barely legal teen by pinching her nipples, or slapping her ass, or tonguing her naval, but dammit, it sure felt sexy. And honestly, wasn't that more universally enjoyable? Not everyone liked snuff, but catfights were a worldwide, highly beloved pleasure amongst men, women, and genderfluid people alike. Hell, Salem certainly didn't mind that the threeway had descended into pawing and scratching—even though she was literally the one who had the murderous bloodlust. If they wanted to have a little sexy, slutty fun before the massacre, then fuck it, who was she to stop them?
Despite the significantly reduced promise of death, Ruby did not struggle any less. All it would take is Yang suddenly changing her mind and she would get her neck snapped like a wishbone. She had to escape, but how? Her legs were flailing wildly as Yang and Blake mounted her from behind, and no matter how she turned or which way she rolled, she was unable to get her arms out from underneath her. In fact, with her arms pinned so thoroughly beneath their thighs, the only thing she could do was…
Was…
Ruby rolled her eyes.
Of fucking course.
Her hands were pinned almost precisely beneath their pussies. She could feel the moist heat radiating off of their sexes. Literally all she had to do was rotate her wrists and she would be able to finger them with no problem. But, like did she really want to finger those two stupid sluts, especially when one of them was her own half-sister? Sticking two fingers up each of their cunts would be no problem, though, and while she absolutely hated the thought of giving those whores any more pleasure, she couldn't think of another way out of her predicament.
Wait a second…two fingers up Yang's vagina? Two up Blake's? That was four fingers in total. That number…why the fuck did it keep coming up? What did it all mean?
Yang laughed triumphantly. "Are you ready to die, Ruby? You are ready to have Bumblebee murder the fuck out of you?"
Blake sneered viciously. "We're gonna murder you so hard, Ruby."
"We're going to fuck your corpse."
"We'll eat that dead pussy."
"Fuck it raw."
"Fuck it so raw."
Ruby shut her eyes tight, as if to block out the horror of what she was about to do. She wasn't going to die here. She was going to save everyone. She was Ruby Rose, Huntress extraordinaire. Master of Crescent Rose.
And she was damn good at fingering pussy.
Ruby twisted her wrists to point her fingers upward, and with all of her energy, she jammed her fingers hard into their slits. Instantaneously, Blake and Yang froze in place, stunned by the sudden, well…intrusion.
"H-Hey, that's not…"
"W-What are y-you…"
They tried to speak in protest, but they found themselves unable to do much more than stutter as Ruby adjusted her position, climbing to her knees as she held her fingers inside of her two former classmates. Now in a better position, kneeling in front of the two obedient sluts who were panting and sitting like obedient dogs, she began to work her magic. Carefully, Ruby began to pump her fingers inside of their pussies, rhythmically moving her fingers in and out of their inner walls. Their pussies accepted her fingers easily, hugging her digits and coating them in enough fluid to keep them lubricated as they worked inside of them. Yang and Blake fidgeted uncomfortably, arms pinned to their sides as if held there by supernatural force. They moaned breathlessly, trying not to show their passion as Ruby slowly, carefully, fingered them.
Ruby took it up to the next level. She took each of her thumbs, and started tracing slow, clockwise circles on their clits. She could see their hips push into her strokes. Their breasts heaved as she picked up the intensity. Her stomach churned in disgust as her sister quietly, regretfully, moaned her name in pleasure. She felt sick that she was even touching Yang that way. Her sister grinded against her knuckles, seeking to drive more pleasure out of her, and automatically, Ruby extended her ring finger and stuck in a third digit to stretch her folds even further. How had her life come to this? She was getting wet herself just from watching Blake and Yang get off on her hands, and she desperately resisted the urge to stop fingering them and just start masturbating right there on the spot.
But no…she had to continue. She was going to achieve victory.
No matter the cost.
Up above, Penny and Cinder continued their flurry of swords. They were on near equal footing. Cinder's fire was enough to keep Penny on the defensive, but the robot's ample blades and skillful agility were able to keep her in the fight. However, she was slowly losing ground; every time Cinder's swords were deflected, the weapon that was used to block the blow was shattered. The swords were falling fast, one after the other, and sensing her victory was within grasp, Cinder pushed forward even more desperately.
"Got you now, you filthy wretch!" Cinder cried, charging forward with all her might. She threw out to her swords in front of her as a diversion, and while Penny was able to divert the swords away from her with her own blades, she was left defenseless when Cinder slammed headfirst into her midsection. Cinder tackled Penny in midair and carried her to the far wall, slamming her against the pillars supporting the ceiling. Penny crashed hard through the marble, leaving a massive indent in the architecture, while Cinder grabbed her by the throat with her Grimm hand and laughed maniacally. "What's wrong, perv-bot? Can't fuck your way out of this mess?"
Penny grimaced, pushing back with all of her strength. "I…will…not…let…you…win…"
"Oh, letting isn't part of the fucking deal," Cinder cackled. "God, this is so much fun! Screwing and killing all of you bitches without consent is the evilest thing ever! I'm so fucking wet! The things I'll do to your corpses…the ways I'll penetrate all of the holes I carve into your flesh! It's so fucking orgasmic!"
Penny knew she needed to act fast. She was running out of power, and more importantly, out of options. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning everything in sight for something that could save her. Eggbeater? No. Ruby? No. Tentacles? No. Beowolfs? No. Pyrrha? Maybe. Swords? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe…Oh, wait. Yes!
An idea suddenly flourished in Penny's brilliant computer mind. One last, final shot at redemption. She outstretched her hand toward the ground where one of her weapons had been discarded, and she concentrated as hard as she could. Though it was damaged, the thin, barely visible cable that connected her back to the metal was still intact, and she was able to focus enough to raise the sword off the ground and cause it to fly through the air. The point raced toward her, moving at the speed of sound toward Cinder's exposed back—but unfortunately, the Fall Maiden was ready for it. Sensing the incoming weapon, Cinder simply released a wave of fire behind her, knocking the sword off into the distance. She turned back to Penny with a devious smirk.
"Ha! Did you really think that sneak attack would work?" Cinder gloated, basking in her superiority to the android bitch. She looked forward to seeing the misery in her eyes as she realized that all hope was lost, that she was destined to become a deceased, detestable fuckpuppet for all eternity.
Yet, Penny just smirked back, continuing to hold her arm out in front of her. "No…but I didn't want it to."
Cinder snapped her head back just in time to see the plan unraveling behind her. The sword flew through the air at incredible speeds, aimed not at any one person, but at the gaggle of tentacle bound whores up in the rafters. Cinder gasped as Pyrrha suddenly jumped as high as she could, using her Aura to boost her height and snatch the weapon out of mid-air. Pyrrha gave a thunderous cry of attack, and with masterful efficiency, she sliced through the tentacles holding Weiss Schnee aloft in the air. The Grimm tendrils snapped clean in two, and much to Cinder's surprise and horror, Weiss fell out of the air, twisting and turning to adjust herself before landing. The ice queen landed gracefully as Pyrrha continued flying through the air, guided by Penny's automatic targeting system, slicing through the binds of the other captives Huntresses and MILFs.
Once grounded, Weiss felt her power flow back through her. With the tentacles no longer draining her energy, she smirked and shot her arms downward, summoning a gigantic, glowing glyph directly behind her. From the circular mass, a towering knight crawled out, growing as tall as a skyscraper and wielding a mighty, powerful sword before rushing toward the center of the room—where Ruby was cringing as she fingerblasted her sister and her sister's girlfriend. Ruby's relief would soon come, however—and thankfully before Yang or Blake did! The Arma Gigas sprinted toward her and swiped low with its sword. The blade sailed over Ruby's head, but collided hard with Blake and Yang, launching them off Ruby's fingers and across the room, scattered on the floor like discarded chess pieces. Ruby looked up in awe at the Arma Gigas, and then glanced back at Weiss with a proud, heartwarming grin. Weiss returned the smile, thankful to be free of her prison.
Cinder, watching from above, growled in rage as she saw Winter, Ilia, Willow and Kali fall to the floor as well. Pyrrha and Neo joined by their side, and then, Cinder noticed what was on the ground in front of them: the rest of the discarded swords that had been knocked away from Penny's grasp. Though bent and broken out of shape, they were no less deadly nor inefficient in a pinch, and there were eight in total, one for each of the recently freed whores. Penny beamed proudly at her work as Neo, Winter, Willow, Kali and Ilia each picked up a blade, getting a feel for its weight and taking up a fighting stance with the weapons. Weiss picked up two swords, one for her—and one for her sexy, genius girlfriend.
"No…this isn't happening!" Cinder cried bitterly. From her throne, Salem felt not so much anger, but disappointed at the ending of her catfight/gangrape. The whores were rebelling. That did not please her. Not at all. Emerald, still struggling to climb her way out of the collapsed Audience of Sluts, felt very much like she was on the wrong side of the conflict, and began regretting her decision to ever give Salem that sexy makeover from so long ago.
Across the room on the floor, Blake seethed in regret and disappointment as her mother took up a weapon, ready to fight against Salem's terrible attack. She was losing. Losing everything. She felt like such a failure.
Yang picked her head off the floor, blood dribbling from her lip, and she scowled furiously at the Army of Whores that was amassing across the room. She…she had been tricked. Tamed by Ruby's magic fingers. Her chance to become a Whores-men was slipping out of her grasp. Everything she ever wanted: wasted. Useless. Pathetic. Her Semblance burned even brighter in pure, unadulterated fury and torment. It wasn't over yet. Not yet. It couldn't be.
Then, suddenly, Yang noticed something that had been discarded earlier in the fight, sitting just out of reach from her.
Ruby turned to Salem as Weiss carefully made her way over to her.
"How do you like that, Salem?" Ruby said, pointing heroically at the Grimm Mistress. "I won't be slain that easily!"
Yang grabbed the item off the floor. Weiss drew closer, eyeing Salem with the same level of pride and self-assured victory.
"You may have corrupted our minds and our hearts, but no more," Ruby continued. "We are ending this competition right here and now! My friends are with me now. You can win this game of lust, but we have true love on our side, and that is the greatest power of all!"
Weiss felt pride swell within her heart. That speech may have been corny, but God, she loved that big goofball…
"We are going to stop you and this madness! The reign of the Grimm ends today!" Ruby said, clenching her fist. "You have been a scourge on Humanity for too long, and I swear, on the name of my mother and all that you have hurt, you are going down!"
Salem's gaze narrowed. A small smile crossed her lips.
"Together, we will win this!" Ruby declared.
Salem's smile widened.
"We will band together as lesbians…as sisters-in-arms!"
Weiss extended her hand toward Ruby's.
"We will unite!"
Blake watched from afar, unable to move.
"And together, as all of Humanity, we…will…win—"
And then suddenly, Ruby felt all of the air rush out of her lungs, and stopped speaking.
The foyer went quiet. The world seemed to still. Gazes were transfixed in horror. Mouths dropped open.
And Weiss looked at Ruby.
And Blake looked at Ruby.
And Salem looked at Ruby.
And Kali looked at Ruby.
And Emerald looked at Ruby.
And Neo looked at Ruby.
And Pyrrha looked at Ruby.
And Ilia looked at Ruby.
And Penny looked at Ruby.
And Winter looked at Ruby.
And Willow looked at Ruby.
And Cinder looked at Ruby.
And Ruby looked down at her own chest—and she saw the two whirring, bloody whisks of the electric eggbeater, sticking out from between her breasts.
The pain all suddenly vanished. The sensation faded. She fell limp, only to be held aloft from behind by the woman who impaled her: Yang Xiao Long, her own sister. Yang dipped Ruby like an elegant dancer, holding her body in her arms as she felt the life and the warmth drain from it. Ruby looked up at her sister without pain or rage—just confusion. Surprise. Yang simply smiled darkly, and instead of answering Ruby's silent pleading, she leaned down and planted their lips together. Ruby couldn't fight as she felt Yang's tongue penetrating her mouth, lapping up her taste as if sucking the last of her life from her. Yang pushed deeply into the kiss, savoring for one last time the taste of Ruby's trembling lips, before she pulled away, leaving only a thin trail of spit connecting them together.
Yang grinned breathlessly. "How's that for double penetration?"
She dropped Ruby like a stone, and the young Huntress's body fell onto the floor in a crumpled heap, her wide, unmoving eyes staring off forever into the ceiling. A deep pool of blood formed beneath her torso, and Yang looked down at her own breasts, smeared with the red from her now lifeless sister.
Then, Weiss let out a bloodcurdling scream.