Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with the second installment of 'A Schnee Holiday.' Yes, it has been awhile. Here is the premise of this chapter: Weiss and Winter corroborate on having their fun with Izuku. Meanwhile, Whitley takes it on herself to get first dibs with him. Later, Auntie Willow re-establishes her authority over Izuku. What will happen? Read and see!

Izuku was entrapped in a web in which there was no return. Any means of escape was now futile. As of now, his only place of refuge was his bedroom and God knew how long he had before one of them was to make their lovely presence known.

His bedroom door was locked. For extra measure, he slid his nightstand against the door. When feeling this false sense of security, he returned back to the matter at hand. He was in his closet as he was searching for fresh clothes. Aunt Willow's welcoming gift was being to stick on his body and the cool, damp semen was making him feel uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for the parlor games to commence. A tactical move to move his mother from the home, leaving him alone with the lionesses. Whitley, although the youngest, gave Izuku no mercy as she slammed him with her pussy on the toilet. Every orifice of the bathroom didn't go untouched. Whitley was crafty, seductive, and highly dangerous. An intoxicating kind of love to involve alcohol and drugs to subdue him.

Even in his drug-induced state, Weiss came wanting a taste of the eaten dish. The Snow Princess played the lovely role of tsundere - insulting at first and caring at the same time. She wasn't afraid to ridicule him, pry his legs open, and forcibly receive a second helping of giblet pie. Then, comforting him, rubbing his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he crammed his spunk into her shielded cavern.

Discarding his now wet, cum-soaked boxers, he crammed it in the deepest of his laundry chute. This was the load that he would specifically wash without his mother's concern for meddling. Grabbing a fresh pair, he grabbed a pair of blue jeans from the drawer and put them on. Afterward, he walked back to his bed in which he sat. He was now contemplating on his next move.

Earlier that day….

Weiss simply enjoyed the pleasures of Auntie's homemade rice crackers and turkish delights. The portly woman always knew how to make a spread. As she was lying on the couch, she enjoyed the pleasures of snacks and watched television. Or better yet, television was watching her. In her hands was Izuku's cell phone. The prim-and-pampered teen thought her pet was a godsend to give her the passwords to unlock his phone, social media, and emails. To the sixteen-year-old, silvery tongued Snow Princess, nothing was private for him.

"Hmm," she said harmonically while taking a bite of a turkish delight. "Yaoyorozu, Momo." She clicked her tongue as she swiped his phone. "Delete! Who's next? Tsunotori, Pony!" She clicked her tongue. "Pretty girl. Looks like a Faunus." She swiped his phone. "Delete! Who's next?" Her eyes widened when clicking on the next girl. "Uraraka, Ochako!" She had a sheepish grin. "Lots and lots of emojis on this." She clicked her tongue once more with unhidden laughter. "That's a deletion and a block right there." She crossed her legs, showcasing her white-and-blue striped panties. "Sorry, kiddo! Only hearts and smiley faces belong to the Schnee family alone."

The Snow Princess frowned when not seeing any of their names in the contacts. It mattered not as she and her family were back to obtain their merchandise. She made it a top priority to input their names on the contact list.

The sound of an opened door made Weiss look to its direction. She relaxed as it was Winter that stepped out of Izuku's bedroom. In her hand was a large, brown box. Weiss could tell by her sister's smug grin that she found some treasures.

"Deku, Deku, Deku!" Winter clicked her tongue as she approached the kotatsu. "What kind of perverted things a teen could hide." She put it on the table. "Playboy, Creamsicle, Hustler, plenty of hardcore Japanese and Ebony pornography." She whistled loudly. "Spent a pretty penny. No censor bars anywhere."

"A dog knows where to bury his bone," replied Weiss as she continued holding onto his phone. This time, she was on his Facebook. The wonderful process of deleting and blocking his lady friends commenced. "Do you think we should delete his social media altogether," she asked Weiss.

Winter was shuffling through Deku's personal items when the question registered in her brain. "Hmm?" She put her finger to her lip. "Nah! Then, people would want to know his whereabouts?" She then snapped her fingers. "Delete his female friends and if they ask questions, just reply 'because I've said so.' Or whatever you want to put in Japanese. Just make it harsh, poignant, and sting." She rubbed her hands feverishly. "Just how I love my men when they go into the hole for a few days."

"Noted." Weiss took another bite of her turkish delight before turning on her side to watch television. Invader Zim was on the air. "Do you know how long Mom is gonna take before she and Auntie come back?"

Winter paused, pulling out the vibrator that had a cat's head. She sniffed it momentarily before putting it inside of her mouth. "Front porch use." She placed it to the side, deciding to put in her purse to use later on her spare time. She then answered her sister's question. "You know her routine: get rid of the undesirables or anything distracting the lad."

"Do you think he would talk?"

She scoffed. "Him?" She clicked her tongue. "After what we did to him, no way in hell. I think he is a keeper this time."

"Here's hoping," interjected Weiss as she chewed on a rice cracker. "Out of all the boys and occasional girls we played with, he was the most interesting."

"Like a squirming fish," retorted Winter. "Like a squirming fish!"

CLINK!

SLAM!

BOOM!

Winter and Weiss turned their heads toward the hallway. It was coming from the bathroom door.

"Whitley has been pent up, hasn't she," said Winter as she whistled over her younger sister's plight.

"You be the one to have a dog that turned into a rat," retorted Weiss. "Thank Oum that we are rich to make certain things disappear."

BOOM!

BOOM!

SLAM!

"Girls like her would have served time in juvy," said Winter. "Why so bent out of shape to serve community service. Plus, everything is sealed and put away. If anything, it shows great PR with Daddy's company!"

"Whitley doesn't even pick up behind herself, let alone serve." Weiss turned on her back as she continued to delete Izuku's female classmates on social media. "This is the girl who won't wear laundered underwear. When it is done, it is done!"

"Speaking of done, when does Izuku's necklace arrive?"

"Why do you think Mother is out with Auntie Inko?"

Winter nodded approvingly. "Us Schnee's are such greedy, lustrous sluts."

"Not sluts," retorted Weiss. "We get what we want whenever we want." Becoming bored of dismantling Izuku's friendships, she slid the phone on the kotatsu. "Speaking of that, I am in need of a toilet and look who is going to be vacant?"

As if the devil had spoken, the sound of the bathroom door opened. Moments later, the youngest sister hopped to the living room. She did a ballerina dance as she twirled and twisted in front of her older sisters. "Who knew after serving over 500 hours of community service that taking out your frustration out on your personal pet/toilet can make a princess feel good."

Weiss and Winter were tickled. Weiss stood up and flicked her sister's forehead. "Did you use protection?"

"Then what's the point with Roe v. Wade?"

Weiss gave Whitley dirty looks. The younger sister smiled. "I'm kidding, sis. Learn to take a joke."

Weiss wasn't moved. "I'm not sure, Whit! Not old enough to obtain a driver's license but you got more experience with a steering wheel, the stick shift, and especially the dipstick!"

"Hey, slut! I got control."

"Not enough to get caught."

The silver-haired teen pouted. "One time! One time a pet folds! You act like we can't be caught lacking. This time, I took precaution." She cooed when seeing Auntie's rice crackers and turkish delights. Before going for the snacks, she turned to Weiss. "Like Mother says, 'why stick a bun in the oven when there is a smoker that can do better.'"

Hearing that made Winter pat Whitley on her back. "Alright, Whitley! She is learning very well."

Whitley nodded approvingly, appreciating the compliment. "Learning from the best."

"Well, you dirty slut, I am still a woman with prominence and subtlety," she said as she reached into her purse and pulled out a condom. "This girl isn't ready for puppies. At least not yet!" She eyed the cat-shaped vibrator but decided against it. Izuku has already had dealt with an ordeal since their arrival. She made a mental note to explore that option later. "How is he holding up?"

"Vicodin and vodka does wonders," she said to Weiss. "Especially when we exchange kisses."

"Well, I like my fish squirming," she said to Whitley. "Either way, keep watch in case Mom and Auntie come back."

Winter smiled at her sister as she had a sinister grin. "Dekkun is gonna scream out your name."

Weiss balled her fist and made meowing noises. "Like nyaa! Like me-OW!" She brisked away from her sisters to head to the bathroom.

Back to the present….

There was a window. A few minutes give or take. As the girls were eating their barbecue suya and the mothers were having their chat on the patio, he needed to make some calls. He needed a savior that could deliver him from his own personal hell.

Even at dinner, the Schnees wouldn't spare a second of laying their eyes off him. As if he was merchandise at a mall or property. Yet again, when hearing those words from Weiss' wretched lips, he was already viewed as their pet.

Such a fallible word to describe a human. As if he wasn't human to them. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he was punching buttons on his cell phone. He needed to be silent. He knew if he talked, then the girls could possibly hear. The curse of living in Japanese apartments where walls are thin as sliced cheese. Instead, he began texting his classmates with the hope that one of them would respond.

Because of the deletion of his female contacts, his contact became quite limited.

After texting Iida, Sero, Ojiro, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Kirishima, Mineta and even Kacchan, he needed to play the waiting game. It was spring break and it wouldn't surprise him if any of them wasn't in town.

He sighed through his nose, lying back on his back in bed. He used his hands to massage his head as a headache was drawing near. Never in his existence did he think that the Schnees were actually coming back for him. He thought that his encounter with them was a one-time thing. Something that rich people would do - see a person, engage with a person, discard the person, and carry on. Be that as it may, Izuku knew that during their rendezvous a few months back that there were signs. Signs that he should have picked up.

Then yet again, how is one supposed to think when being taken advantage of by four women in a hotel?

Just the term itself, advantaged was such a lukewarm term. Willow and his daughters raped him. Each took a turn with his now-broken paintbrush. His (technically) first kiss, his first time was stolen by the women. Their parlor games that they ensued onto him. He remembered their laughter, their moans, their cries onto the heavens as they had their way with him.

He put those thoughts aside. He decided to wait it out for the time being until he gets a response from one of his classmates. Or until the Schnee family leave for the evening.

Knowing that he felt safe with the nightstand present at the door, as an extra safety measure, he turned his body to the bed. He turned his head to the ceiling, looking at the fan above him. He watched the fan make its rotation on the ceiling. He continued watching it until he shut his eyes.

A few months earlier….

Willow Schnee took a taste of her white wine. It was bitter but forced herself to swallow it. As it hit the pit of her stomach, she felt herself becoming dazed. As she didn't care for that particular taste of wine, she knew that distilled spirit would aid her with any inhibitions left onto her supple body. She hissed tenderly as she felt her bathrobe hit her supple breast. Something about the feeling of cotton hitting her nipple was invigorating to the mother. She was tickled as she consumed another swallow of the white wine. She walked a few paces to the patio. It was a beautiful afternoon at the villa where she was residing. It was made to be like a hotel. Only the elite belonged there. She found it a blessing that her husband, Jacques, belonged to an important elite of entrepreneurs, bankers, and prominent businessmen. An organization could allocate, better yet, allow the decadence of living in such luxury when they were away from home.

It was tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out along the beach and a low-rise reception area almost lost in a miniature jungle of exotic shrubs and flowers. There was a doughnut-shaped swimming pool with a bar in the inner ring and stools poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep. This was certainly true of the few guests Willow could see, lying motionless on sun beds. Away from their troubles and discretions of the outside world. The thoughts of paying bills, taking care of children, and worrying about their problems were dead. This villa allowed the family here to express their true desires, something that Willow didn't have any trouble displaying when coming to this villa on holiday.

She was on her third sip of wine when the phone rang. It wasn't her cell phone. Willow wasn't letting outside woes or interruptions disturb her holiday. It was coming from the hotel phone. Such a reminder of yesterday. The arch phone was waiting for its buttons to be dialed and answered, wanting affection as it watched the people pounding on their cellular devices and laptops. It, too, wanted communication. Such an overactive imagination she declared as she used her light fingertips to pick up the phone.

In a hasten voice, she talked to the receiver. "Good afternoon, baby." No one else would have answered her call unless it came from her husband, Jacques. He was tickled, chuckling on the other hand of the receiver. "Something tells me that you have gotten the wine that was sent to you earlier."

"That I did and drank. I am grateful," she purred to him. "How did you know I was in the mood for it?"

"Just like the taste, you were uneasy until you felt its wonder," he replied. "Like castor oil."

"Mmm," she giggled as she rubbed her stomach. "So, what reason are you calling for? Work keeping you down?"

"Work is doing well, thank you," he said firmly, yet calmly. "I wanted to check on my babies as I am quite busy right now to come and see you on this holiday."

It was no surprise to the silvery socialite as she ventured on holiday without her husband. His further business ventures were gaining popularity as various international brokerage firms were seeking interest. With Willow and his daughters needing company, there was an offering and a forbearance on the behalf of his absence. She was an understandable woman, knowing the priorities of her Schnee Dust Company owner/CEO and businessman.

"I clearly understand, honey," she answered calmly as she lit a cigarette. "In order to have this lifestyle, sacrifices must be made."

"Thank you. Forgive me, baby," said Jacques. "How are the girls right now?"

"Busy right now, dear," she responded. "Quite consumed with the present you have sent here. They are mighty grateful right now."

She heard a grin on the other end of the receiver. "Only for the best for my darlings." He paused for a moment. A pregnant silence ensued that the husband was thinking. "You know I don't have any objections to you sharing with the girls. I don't mind as I made it for all of you to enjoy."

Willow's breath labored. It wasn't often that Jacques acquired gifts for she and the girls could enjoy, but she wasn't going to turn down that offering. "You don't mind my sharing that gift with the girls, baby?"

"Of course not, baby. I make sure to take care of my girls in my absence," said Jacques adamantly. "The least I can do."

"I don't know what to say," said Willow.

"Enjoy it, dear," said Jacques. "I won't be back until the end of the week. Have fun and enjoy yourself! I will speak to you soon. I love you."

"I love you more, baby," said Willow. She hung up the phone. Something about being given the permission to have this gift was driving the silver woman wild. Granted that she loved her husband faithfully and loyally, but it was something about a younger boy that was invigorating to her. They couldn't be any boy. She wanted a boy she could control. A boy she could master. The boy was the servant and she was his master. This mindset was embedded in Willow's mind since that day when she stumbled upon one of her daughters in a compromising position with a boy.

She alleviated those thoughts, for now, focusing on the matter at hand - her husband's present.

Willow's eldest daughter, Winter, nuzzled her nose in the pillow, gripping it tightly as she relished in the afterglow of her entranced pleasure. She was rubbing her hair, feeling relaxed in the warm confines of her bed. She licked her lips, tucking it tightly with her teeth as she let out a small moan. Her breath became labored. She was feeling good by the feeling of the silk sheet she requested to be put on the night before. She had prepared for this night as she knew her mother would enjoy the sheets better with their gift.

She was still moaning, the touch of the silk was arousing her in such a way. Or at least, she was telling herself that was the sole reason. The blanket was moving, bobbing up and down in the region where her groin was located. She let out a small laugh as she felt the pleasure of what was occurring down there.

"That's it," she hissed. "Keep playing with my kitty. Make it purr. Make it wet and hungry for your tongue."

"Yes, ma'am," replied the voice that belonged to Izuku.

"Stick your tongue further, stupid Dekkun," Winter said. "I want you to give it to me like last time." She hissed. "You almost got me there."

"Yes, Winter," he replied as he continued licking her pussy.

"Yes, Winter," she questioned her pet/servant.

"Mistress Winter," he answered.

She was basking in the ebb and flow. "Winter onee-chan would have been acceptable, or your eternal goddess." She grabbed his head, further thrusting it into her pussy. "Lick my sweet spots. For the taste of the Schnees are the only things you will become familiar with in your useless existence!"

Back to the present….

"You look so pathetically cute in his vulnerable state!"

As he heard the sound of broken glass, his eyes snapped open. It was no longer daylight. However, a shadow emerged skywardly above him.

Her piercing blue eyes can penetrate anything in the night. The smell of honeydew entranced his nose. A hostile smile played over her lips. Why and how did Willow enter his room?

The Mother Schnee put her finger to his lip, enticing silence. "Shh! Relax! Fighting wouldn't do any good." She jerked her head to the door. The dresser was positioned how she wanted it to be. There was nothing in this world that could separate her love from her charming pet.

Suya can blend well with any flavors - like crushed Ambien.

"Your mother and the girls are sleeping," she said to him as she rubbed his lips. "Oum, do you look sexy tonight. Why do you make it easy to make me do unspeakable things to you? It is like you are wanting me to be a mother again." She giggled in a hoarse voice. "I wouldn't mind, I-zu-ku!" She blew into his ear. "I wouldn't mind giving the girls a brother or a sister." She took the opportunity to position her hand on his zipper. "Wouldn't you like that?"

She covered his mouth to prevent further noise. "Silence, boy!"

"..."

"Hold your tongue 'cause you might say something I might not like. And if you do, you just might get raped tonight. Teehee!" The tone was harsher, contrasting to her sweeter volume. "Nosy boys face trouble! You're a good boy, so don't be nosy!" Once undoing his zipper, she grabbed what was rightfully hers. "Do you want to be a good boy for Auntie?" She wrapped her fingers delicately onto the sweltering flesh. "I love the smell of mackerel. Haven't you washed your balls or did the girls allow you to make a visit in their hatchery?"

She knew fear was vital to stir his erection. She had learned that when a man feels endangered, he becomes aroused to produce offspring. She slowly edged him from the shaft to the phallus. Izuku gasped as his breath pelted Willow's hand. "Hmm," she said seductively. "Such a lovely offering. Such a gift from the gods to be bestowed to us." She pinched his phallus, heightening his sensitivity. "To think that this thick piece of meat can come from such a timid, meek boy."

She continued to pinch the phallus. She used her hand to stroke the shaft. It made Izuku's hips jerk. His body was fighting, struggling. But she knew it was going to heighten the pleasure. "Oum, you smell of the girls." She glared at him. "Whitley and Weiss probably. Smells like an oyster and salmon farm, so I knew they were going to have their fun." She clicked her tongue. "Winter didn't have a chance because your mother and I came home. Don't worry, Dekkun! You will have fun with your mistress later."

Willow kept grip of his swollen cock. He hopelessly thrust his hips to combat the sensitivity. Squirming left and right as she took hold of his dick. Gathering a spool of saliva, she poured it onto his hardened cock. Schlicking noises followed suit as his dick was looking more of a glazed eclair. Or better yet, a glazed cannoli to the elder Schnee.

"Thrust my handpussy! Thrust it faster! Reminding you close to home," she said in a bedeviling manner. "Once you get a taste of a Schnee, your body can never forget. We trained your body for only the best. You're our favorite pet. Our favorite toy! Most of all, you're our property." She expedited the stroking, enjoying Izuku's squirming. "Look at me! Look at me," she demanded. "I want to see the cute and disgusting look on your face when you come for your Auntie."

"Auntie," he managed to say in a stifled breath. The groans of disdain were turning into pleasure. Her hands were soft, building the pressure from his balls. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. A man's instinct perseveres over logic and reason.

Willow wanted more. This simple tug job wasn't going to be enough. Her feverish body couldn't forget that day at the resort in Tahiti. A pleasure of discord to watch each daughter partake him. Breaking off the piece of that cinnamon roll was such a lovely dish. A wonderful present from her darling husband. A present that she refuses to bring back to sender.

"Gonna cum," she asked teasingly. "Want to get my handpussy pregnant by your wicked sperm." She giggled. "Quite surprised that none of my daughters are carrying a Schnee." She had to say that. Not recognizing him as a Midoriya was be-meaning, menacing, and quite delicious.

"Go on," she said teasingly. "Let it out! Release that filthy spunk!" She made sensual noises. "Oh, yeah! Knock me up, baby! Right there, Izuku! Fill me up! Fill me up! Cram my womb! Here it comes! Yes, yes, YES!"

Izuku couldn't take the strokes, the sensual noises she produced. Forbidden, wrong, and yet so pleasurably damning, instinct took over as he released his spunk from his spout. It sprayed like a water sprocket. Hot, jet-like streams of sperm coated Willow's palms. Spunk pelted her hands, spraying anywhere that wasn't covered by her hand. Izuku continued to thrust and thrust until his ebb and flow ceased.

He was spent. With his dick satisfied, then came the second act of guilt, shame, and humiliation taking their role onto the stage of his conscience.

"Talk about being backed up," she said as she looked at the glazed hand. She wanted him to look as she savored his juices as she lapped it up with her hand. She continued to lick vigorously, viciously until there was nothing left. "What would have happened if that was in me, Dekkun! Can you explain to Uncle Jacques about knocking up your auntie?"

"..."

She leaned over to him, kissing him on his nose. "You're precious, Dekkun! No way in hell would get rid of you." She paused as she could hear someone stirring in the hallway. She turned back to him. "Seems the Ambien wasn't strong enough. Your mother has a strong, rotund appetite." She winked. "Pardon the pun!"

She wanted more but knew it wouldn't do any good. She must not get caught by Inko or else her grooming Izuku would be for naught. "Get some rest, Izuku," she told him adamantly. "You had quite a day with the girls."

Izuku didn't answer. How could he? If he spoke, he would produce nothing but sobs.

"We have plenty of time to reconnect," she told him. "Before the end of this holiday, your lips, your body…" She squirmed his spent dick. "And this tormentor would never forget the scent of this family. You might be a Midoriya to the outside world, but in our eyes, you belong to us." She gripped his collar. "And there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop it. We own you." She took his lips. No, she stole his lips. She took hold of his tongue with her teeth to pull into hers. She took hold of his head and forced herself onto him. She held the kiss as long her breath could muster before breaking. "And you are ours!" She pushed him back to the bed. "I suggest that you don't go anywhere or try to go anywhere." She stood up and headed for the door. "Oh yeah, I hope you like our gift." She pointed to the dresser. "Specially made for our precious Dekkun." She blew a kiss before exiting the bedroom.

"Inko! Surprised to see you awake!"

"Sorry that I got sleepy on you guys! That sleep crept up on me."

"It has been a busy day, Inko! You have been such a lovely host."

"You were in Icchan's room. Is he okay?"

"He is! I have to come and check on him since he didn't look good earlier."

"Thank you, Willow! You're a princess!"

"Anything for you, Inko! Good night and sweet dreams."

Lying in his own sperm, Izuku was trapped in confusion. Declaration was made from that point on between him and the Schnee family. This was certainly going to be a holiday to remember.

Only thing is, would he last before the end of the weekend?

To be continued….

BD: Free Deku and Long Live Midnight. But free Deku!

GOTA: The girls are on the hunt and on the prowl! I don't think there is an escape. Plus, did you see what Weiss did?

BD: I don't know! Winter is the one who is lowkey freaky. Time in the military could change a girl.

GOTA: Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of 'A Schnee Holiday.'

BD: See you guys in November! Kidding (we hope)!