Chapter pt 1: Emerald accidentally jerks off into a towel, which cinder then wipes her face on after a workout, the towel is covered in water which because em tried to clean it. Emerald asks if she's alright and Cinder says yes, better than ever. This confuses Emerald who asks if Cinder could get her a cup of water, she does it. Emerald is greatly confused and asks Cinder to give her a back massage. Emerald presses her luck and asks Cinder to stand in front of her, which she does so obediently, now she asks her to dance which gives emerald a boner. She asks to place her hand on her thigh, she asks to kiss, then suck dick. She hesitates with morality stuff then Salem comes in, Emerald breaks down crying. Salem, since emeralds a maid, makes her get two cups of water. Emerald infects one and gets Salem under her control who she then rapes while Cinder just stares. She nuts in Salem then passes out; she says love me. Salem forcibly permanently infects cinder who emerald later relies on as a moral compass.
She was desperate.
Very desperate. It showed in the fact that she was taking the risk of jacking off in a towel as Cinder was coming back to her room. Emerald had taken to looking out of the window in Cinders bedroom as she trained in the Grimm spawning plains, the flurry of blades and surgically precise strikes were not the main attraction, something else drew her eye. When doing such intense training it was smart to do so lightly, for freedom of movement and flexibility, Cinder did this by wearing only a small black swimsuit like outfit that clung to her skin as she flew through the air, striking down Grimm and shooting far away targets, switching from bow to blade almost simultaneously. With all that sweaty, pale and exposed skin, how was Emerald not meant to jack off?
Even though Cinder treated her so badly, she was just a maid after all, she still harboured feelings. The best time to release those feelings, and other things, was when Cinder was training and showing off her body to all those who wished to gaze upon it. The only difference today was that Emerald was taking longer than usual and Cinder had finished early. She was too lost in her own pleasure, now sinking her back against the window as she imagined what she would do with Cinder if she could just-
Knock.
"Maid, open the door immediately."
Cinder wasn't yelling, she never did, it was too emotional and could cause panic.
Emerald nearly crapped herself.
She raced around, dick still in hand and pumping, looking for anything to orgasm on. She was mere seconds away when she spotted a light blue hand towel just sitting on Cinders bed.
Perfect.
She yanked it up in front of her cock and let loose, white stripes thickly layering the piece of cloth.
Emerald tried to regain her senses, taking a few deep breaths and walking to the door, trying to look as submissive as possible.
She unlocked the door as Cinder walked past her, yanking the towel from her hands.
It was her cool down towel, usually soaked in cold water so Cinder could suck or bite it if she felt the need.
Emerald still stood facing the open door, frozen.
Cinder just splayed the towel over her face and jumped onto her bed, her sweat staining the sheets, she knew Emerald would just clean it later though.
The maid still stood by the door, nothing on her face but everything on her mind.
"Maid, bring me- "
Cinder stopped mid-sentence, not a sudden cut off, more of a fading of words as she lost concentration.
Cinder brought her hands up and rubbed the towel across her face, sucking on the towel to try and cool down.
"The water is nice maid, thank you."
She hadn't put any water in it.
The only liquid on it was-
"It is my pleasure to serve ma'am."
"As it should be mai- "
Cinder trailed off again.
"Are you alright ma'am?" Emerald asked, terrified that Cinder would figure out what happened.
"Better than ever Emerald." Cinder said, her voice faint and far off.
Emerald?
Cinder never called her Emerald; she didn't think Cinder even knew her name.
She had never asked.
Cinder had met her on the street, begging for scraps and trying to survive by doing whatever odd job, illicit or legal, she could find. It had been one of the worst nights when Cinder came, a terrible storm with a rain of ice that could almost cut the skin.
All Emerald had was a too small sleeping bag that had more holes than Atlas had bullets.
She had reached out her hand, it was warm and inviting, attached to such a pretty face, how could Emerald resist?
Cinder had brought her back to Salem's castle to serve as a maid in the household staff. While Salem was immortal, she still liked good food, didn't want her place a mess and needed people to tend to Cinders extravagant tastes in food, clothing and design. There were about 10 staff when Emerald had first joined. That number was now 6.
Ever since she had first picked her from that cold pavement into the warmth of the castle, Emerald had thought about Cinder, well, fantasized actually, but she could never tell anyone, especially her master.
She could vividly remember her first night at the castle, staying up all night pleasuring herself to her own imaginations of Cinder and a flurry of other girls she had met in her roughest days.
One in particular.
She had once found herself sleeping next to a beautiful woman of vacuo descent. Her olive skin looked out of place on the cold streets of vale. Emerald would later find out she was a prostitute. Considering the fake makeup mixed with the seductive and cool personality, it didn't surprise Emerald that she was in that particular industry.
Emerald developed a crush on the late 20's something woman. Her dominating tone mixed with the cool and collected personality had sent shivers down her spine every time they spoke. Considering the woman was out on "Business" a lot of time it was rare they shared a talk. They had both taken up residence in an abandoned warehouse near the centre of Vale, she had lots of clients while Emerald had lots of the more well-off citizens looking to get their daily fix of good morals.
The woman had taken pity on the homeless girl and had taught her what she knew best.
Sex education.
She had taught Emerald of reproduction, of how to have safe sex and, perhaps most importantly, female anatomy.
Emerald had understood all of what she had said up until this point.
But she had a question.
"Where's the other thing?"
The woman asked Emerald what she meant.
"The, uh, penis?"
"Only boys have those honey." The woman said, in a slightly condescending tone.
Emerald went to raise her hand a second time but thought it would be rude to interrupt her teacher again.
With the lesson ended, well, lesson as in lecture in a run-down tent, the woman went to leave.
"Excuse me ma'am, but I think you were wrong."
A small smile crossed the woman's face, in complete opposition to the blush that covered Emeralds. The courage to make that statement had taken almost all the lecture to summon.
"And what, pray tell, was incorrect?"
"Well, you said only boys have penises, and…"
Emerald pushed down her tattered shorts to reveal a flaccid penis, decently sized balls attached underneath.
The woman just stared, shocked.
"That's… It's impossible."
"Is it bad?"
While being a in demand prostitute hadn't provided her the best experience with kids, she still knew the roughest basics.
"No, not at all honey, it makes you… unique."
A thought came to the woman's mind, she needed to make sure Emerald didn't see herself as a freak. The woman had once known a girl very similar to Emerald. She had 6 fingers on one hand. The prostitute would spend her days comforting the girl and telling her it just made her special.
The girl had killed herself.
The prostitute had sworn she wouldn't let it happen again
The woman walked back into the tent, taking a seat on the ground next to Emerald.
"Considering your… special gift, there are other things I need to teach you."
The woman needed to think differently, how she could possibly teach a young girl about a man's pe-
Oh.
"Tell me, have you ever had sex?"
"No ma'am."
"Well, you know what I said about how the penis ejaculates into the vagina?"
"Yes ma'am."
"If you're wearing protection it just stops the fluids from the penis going inside the woman, if not, the fluids go inside, and the woman gets pregnant."
"Oh, that's what the white stuff is?"
"Exactly."
"Well, um, considering your, um, job…"
"Yes honey?"
Emerald reached into her pocket and pulled out a 20 dollar note that a passer-by had given her that day.
"Could I pay for your services?"
The woman chuckled lightly.
"I'm sorry honey, 20 dollars will get you nothing."
Emerald frowned.
The woman just shook her head in amusement and thought back to her younger years for a second.
Now she needed a drink.
The prostitute reached over for a red water bottle lying on the floor of Emeralds tent, she had seen Emerald with it occasionally and logically assumed it was the girls personal water bottle. Saying so much stuff had left her throat dry. She undid the lid and lifted the bottle, but nothing came out.
She frowned.
A second before she was going to put the bottle down, a gooey substance slid out of the lid and into her mouth, her throat thought it must be water and swallowed it before the woman could spit it out.
It tasted good, the woman slurped up more of that strange substance, she recognised it from somewhere but couldn't quite place it. She began drinking the tasty goo until all of it had flown from the bottle into her throat.
She licked her lips, that had to be the best drink she'd ever had.
Emerald had only recently learned the finer details about ejaculation, after the first few times her penis had spurted white goo, she realised she needed a place to put it.
"Um, excuse me ma'am, could you do an example?"
The woman's eyes were slightly glazed.
"An example of what?"
"The penis ejaculation?"
The woman jumped on Emerald, their lips clashing together as she pushed Emerald onto the dirty sleeping bag.
She broke the kiss and crawled down to between Emeralds legs, pulling her pants down.
The cock that came forth surprised the prostitute.
The dark brown colour and cute cockhead made for a rather adorable sight. She took it in her mouth and began to lightly suck, trying to get the thing hard.
Emerald let out moans of pleasure sultrier than anything she had produced previously.
Her mind was filled with more pleasure than she thought possible, she closed her eyes and thought she was in heaven with the light sucking sounds emanating from beneath her, she could feel the warm folds of the woman's mouth around her dick and she was loving it, why hadn't she tried this before?
The woman suddenly stopped sucking, annoying an Emerald who was too shy to ask her to keep going.
"Impressive, very impressive."
Emerald had never really inspected her cock before, it always seemed... weird to her. But now it just looked, well, sexy.
It was around 6 and a half inches with 5 inches in girth. A respectable specimen. With a nice length and comfortable girth, any girl would be excited to have it in them. There was another reason a girl would like it, but we'll get to that.
Considering the fact that Emerald had never had sex before and had just gotten a half blowjob from a prostitute, she was about to burst.
The woman still glanced in admiration at the penis, the veins looking like metal rods of dark flesh trying to contain the large cock they wrapped around.
But now it was time for the main course.
She lowered her head back to its now erect form and ran her tongue along its base and sides, eliciting a whimper from Emerald.
The woman finally took it all in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down while her tongue swished and swayed along all of the cock's parts. Emerald vision almost twisted at the sheer feeling of the warmth around her cock, the pleasure almost making her stumble. The woman smiled as she felt Emeralds legs tremble. Well, it's difficult to smile when your mouth is full of delicious cock.
Emerald couldn't take it anymore.
When the prostitute bobbed to her crotch, Emerald instinctively pulled the woman's head down and cummed straight down her throat.
Emerald lost herself in sheer bliss for a few seconds before finally realising what she had done. She expected the woman to shout in protest or maybe give her a strict talking to about consent, instead she just pulled her head off Emeralds cock and layed back.
"That's the best cum I've ever tasted." The woman said, her voice sounding like she had just drunk the finest wine remnant had to offer.
"Um… sorry." Emerald said, sheepishly.
"Do not apologise for filling my throat with your superior seed."
Emerald didn't really know what that meant. But it got her harder.
"Ok… can you do it again?"
The prostitute almost leaped on Emerald; whose dick hadn't gone down after ejaculating. Emerald was lost in the moment as the woman used her prolific experiences ducking cock to give Emerald as fun a night as possible. The dress the woman wore to try and attract more customers made Emerald feel like she was being sucked off by someone of the higher class, as if a rich and lonely housewife just had to get a taste of her cock. Emeralds rags could barely keep her warm during the winter months, but now she had found a new source of heat.
The next day Emerald thanked the woman for the night, she had no idea what Emerald meant. She explained what had happened and the woman got a look of shock on her face. She told Emerald to keep her fantasies to herself.
Emerald still had a sex ed lesson that night with the woman. She spent the day jacking off into a water bottle again and tried to make the woman talk for as long as possible. It worked like a charm.
She had a theory.
Once she had deposited her cum down her throat, Emerald told the woman to suck her off again. During the blowjobs, Emerald was getting rougher and rougher, calling her a whore and slapping her face if she wasn't sucking well enough. Considering Emerald had never actually had sex, she didn't know when the woman wasn't sucking well, she just liked to slap the prostitute, to make her feel degraded, to make Emerald feel bigger. Emerald was standing with the woman on her knees in front of her, where she belonged. She kicked the woman in the stomach after she felt teeth scrape against her dick.
She then asked the woman to finger herself while she blew Emerald, she did so vigorously.
Interesting.
The duo split that evening, Emerald getting closer to a truth she felt on the tip of her tongue.
Again, Emerald came to the woman with the story, and again she was told the same.
Emerald thought it was time to take her theory to the extreme.
Again, that night happened. Once the woman had swallowed her seed, Emerald told her to cum. She did so immediately. Without even touching her vagina. Emerald repeated this instruction three more times until the woman was a slobbering mess.
She then asked the woman to dirty talk.
"I'll do whatever the hell you want just please let me suck your fat cock, it tastes so fucking good."
Emerald asked her to again.
"I'm yours to command, I'll do anything you say, I just love your cock!"
Emerald told her to run to the end of the old warehouse naked and come back fingering herself and yelling Emeralds name.
It took 3 minutes.
Emerald sat, shocked at the revelation, whatever she said, this woman would obey.
It wasn't difficult to deduce that the ability had come from the woman swallowing Emeralds cum.
So… She had a semblance!
And it was…
She looked at the woman below her, blowing her with a smile on her face.
No…
"No, stop."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, this…"
Emerald gestured at herself and the woman.
"It isn't right."
"Have I done something wrong mistress?"
Mistress?
Emerald had complete control of this woman, stripped of all free will until at least tomorrow…
This had gone too far.
She had excused her earlier actions as really rough sex, not knowing of her semblances affect, but now...
Emerald stood up, the woman crawling onto her knees with a pleading look in her eyes.
The sudden lack of pleasure disturbed the hormones in Emeralds mind, tempting her to go back and get her dick sucked again. She refused. Emerald was stronger than her bodies basic needs, right?
Right?
She told the woman to leave the tent and began crying, she had just raped an innocent woman, completely violated her free will. She was a monster. During the blowjob she had been… cruel. Cruel and dominant. She hadn't needed to make the woman run across the warehouse while fingering herself, it had simply aroused Emerald a bit. She had kicked her in the fucking stomach earlier!
Her usual submissive nature had vanished. It was disturbing that her character and morals could become so distorted.
Emerald spent the majority of that night humping into her sleeping bag, dreaming of violating the prostitute in an even more extreme fashion.
She jacked off as much as she could, spending almost every minute just trying to chase that same feeling and release that blowjobs had given her. Until, a few days later, the woman offered another sex ed lesson.
Emerald sat impatiently throughout, her loins stirring the entire time, begging her to get the pleasure that had been so unlawfully taken from her. She could barely pay attention with the constant throbbing coming from her dick, it was sending a signal to her brain.
Sex. Now.
Damn hormones.
She tried to distract herself by actually paying attention
"Now, Emerald, it is important to note that safe sex requires condoms to be worn, while this is obvious to most, I thought it was wise to… reiterate the point. Can't penetrate without a rubber."
Penetrate.
Emerald almost started drooling.
She shook her head. It had taken a week and a bit to turn from an average homeless teen to a sex crazed wreck that could only think about her next hit.
It had escalated quickly.
Emerald centred herself, she needed to find the source of this addiction. She thought back to the first time she had taken advantage of the woman. Pleasure. Overwhelming once in a lifetime pleasure. That would do it.
So, all she had to do was… stop thinking about sex so much?
Dammit. She didn't like getting blowjobs from the beautiful woman. Well, she did, but she didn't like the feeling that she was taking advantage of her, it made her sick. Not sick enough to stop after the first time, it had taken a few ejaculations of moral depravity till she really felt like she needed to stop. But the damn sex! She just couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the best feeling she had ever felt in her rather dull life. It was just… everything. Overwhelming her senses.
An addiction worse than any drug.
And readily available.
The woman was still teaching when Emerald made her choice. One last time, a finale.
Then she would leave and never take advantage of anyone like this again. Even if it felt so damn good…
"Excuse me ma'am, but I think you were wrong."
You know the rest.
But once the woman had swallowed Emeralds seed, the soon to be maid decided that she would make her last night pleasurable. She told the woman to suck her dick again and tap her when she needed breath.
The woman jumped onto Emeralds 6-and-a-half-inch cock with gusto and excitement, wrapping her hands around Emeralds legs to get better leverage. Emerald threw her head back in moans of ecstasy, after a minute of vacuum sucking, the woman tapped Emerald.
Emerald did nothing except grabbing the woman's head and pushing it down on her cock until the woman's nose was against her crotch, the only sound Emerald could hear were her own moans of pleasure and the choked gargling of the helpless prostitute beneath her.
Emerald kept her in that position for another 30 seconds, pulling the woman's head up and down her cock. The prostitute had long since passed out.
She just kept pulling and pushing the woman's head, lost in the warm folds of her mouth that she had so long gone without.
Boom.
Emerald exploded into the woman's mouth, the hardest she had ever cum. It took 15 seconds until she was finally done cumming. Then another ten for her to enjoy the feeling of the woman's mouth.
She finally looked down.
Tears began to fall from her face. What had she done?
She could come up with a million excuses in her mind like she needed the relief, the woman was a prostitute, so it didn't matter or that she had wanted it as much as Emerald. But as she looked down at the lolling unconsciousness head, she realised what she had done. What she had become.
She had just brutally raped someone who tried to help her, who took pity on her and done her best to do what she could to help Emerald.
She was a monster.
The tears kept coming as she quickly retracted her dick from the woman's mouth, half of her mind was berating her for such an indescribably heinous act. The other half missed the warmth and pleasure of the mouth.
Emerald ran, as fast as she could, out of the tent, out of the warehouse, out of the inner city.
She spent the next week just trying to satisfy her urges. The sex had felt so bad, but so good. Oh, so good.
Half the time was spent jacking off with the other half on the street begging.
Her damn mind was tempting her every day, every skirt and exposed boob.
She would continue to blame the addiction on her mind, after all, it couldn't possibly be that she was just a perverted and masochistic sex addict that would rape others just to get her fix.
Right?
Yeah…
A week she spent like that, begging for scraps with one hand and chasing that damn feeling with her other hand.
But one day she had come, and Emerald felt her guilt subside for a moment. A warm and caring hand was offered to her, clean and without all the sin and filth that Emerald seemed to run into.
She had taken the hand and it had led her to Salem's castle. It was better than her old life by a longshot. Tendrils still threatened to drag her back, every day that one persisting thought pestered and pelleted her mind with one simple reminder.
Have sex. No one can stop you.
It had been a year and a half since she had got her last fix, every day in her mind was that looming thought. If she could just shove her cock down someone's throa-
No. She had stayed in control this long, she wasn't about to-
Break.
Breach.
Penetrate.
"Better than ever Emerald."
She couldn't take it.
She needed it.
"Cinder, kneel in front of me."
Cinder immediately got off the bed and placed herself at Emeralds feet. There she was, at her feet, the object of hundreds of hours of desire.
Of course, Emeralds mind couldn't tell itself it was really horny and needed a cum dump, how immoral. Cinder was a bad person, she had done bad things, was sucking dick really that much of a consequence.
Was it?
She knew what she was doing was wrong, immoral and downright disgusting
But. And there's always a but. She couldn't help herself, she needed release, she needed a chasm of warm flesh to stick her dick into. She needed to shove her cock into Cinders mouth and pound until she was shooting dust and Cinder had become a drooling mess.
She needed to test how much power she had over Cinder.
She could make her kneel, that was the easy part. Now she needed to push boundaries.
"Suck my cock Cinder."
Cinder went to her task with glee, stripping Emerald of her pants and taking the semi hard dick into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, technique be damned.
Her tongue slithered and slashed around the cock, not really caressing one spot but trying to get as much penis as she could into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck yes, you fucking prissy slut."
Emerald nursed Cinders head as she sucked her dick, every bob forward a stab of pleasure.
But there was something missing.
It wasn't as good as she remembered, the feeling was different, less extreme.
She had come this far, why not a little farther.
"Suck harder."
Cinder began bopping her head as fast as she could, her black hair swaying with each head thrust, her tongue trying to slurp up as much brown dick as possible.
"Deeper."
Cinder ploughed her head into Emeralds crotch, trying to fit the 6-and-a-half-inch cock in her mouth, the girth made her lips strain slightly. She stayed at the base of the cock, trying to deepthroat. She made loud choking and gargling noises as the dick went farther down her throat than anything before had.
Emerald grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, Cinders face was red, and spit was covering her mouth, she looked at Emerald like one might a god, completely subservient.
Emerald somehow got even harder seeing Cinder so degraded. She looked broken.
"That's what you fucking deserve."
She pushed Cinders head back down and kept her choking on her cock, her gargling getting louder and louder.
Emerald was lost in the pleasure and the sheer power she had over Cinder.
She deserved it.
She deserved to be choking on her cock.
She deser-
Emerald looked down again, Cinder drooling around the base of her cock, tears in her eyes. She was loving it, so was Emerald.
Emerald was harder than she had ever been, she loved seeing Cinder like this.
She-
What?
She was enjoying brutally raping Cinder, and it was rape, Cinder couldn't exactly give consent under her mind control.
She wasn't just enjoying it; she was in fucking heaven.
Emerald looked into Cinders eyes.
She quickly pulled her cock out of Cinders mouth and ran to the en suite bathroom, dumping her head over the toilet and vomiting her guts out.
How had she become so depraved? How had she gone from her innocence to… this?
She was horrific, an abnormal abomination that just went around raping people. She cried once the vomiting had stopped, tears rolling down her face and sobs exiting her mouth. How could she? She cried to herself. How could she.
Her parents died when she was young, but she knew they would be disappointed, every friend she had ever made would look down on her as subhuman.
A monster.
How could she?
She made an oath right then and there, she would never take advantage of, or use her semblance, ever again. She just couldn't.
Cinder was still on her knees when Emerald had cleaned herself up, Cinder looking to Emerald for instructions.
"I'm sorry Cinder, I'm so so sorry."
Emerald ran from the room before she could look at Cinder again, the tears reforming in her eyes.
Every night from then on, she would cry till midnight, then jack off until first light.
She could never look Cinder in the eyes, half out of guilt, half out of temptation.
She couldn't look at herself in the mirror. How had she become so cruel? What the hell happened…
It was time for a break, away from any temptation. Away from Cinder or any other girls who could lure her away from the light.
The only girl who could do that was, of course, Emerald herself.
Cinder got a new assignment.
Emerald thanked whatever God's she could, finally, time away, without the ever-present voice in the back of her head telling her to do what she had sworn not to.
Go to Beacon and befriend the girls there.
Shit.