Yang stood for a moment, hiding around the corner and covering her nudity as she stealthily waited for a guard to pass by. When she saw her chance, she dashed around the corner as fast as she could.
I can't believe I have to run around naked…god this sucks.
To her frustration, up ahead she saw another guard. Thinking quickly and without slowing down, she struck before the guard could even turn around. Forgetting her bare nakedness for a moment, she let her tits flop as she made a shameful lunge forward. She didn't have the luxury to be ashamed right now and went in for a decisive strike.
"AHH!" Yang screamed, punching the lights out of the guard. Every moment she pushed onward was growing more difficult - with every second she defied the twins, it got worse. There was an upside, though - ut because of that pain, her semblance was fully active, and shehe could hit like a truck even without her weapons. She stole the unconscious guard's jacket, searching her pockets for anything useful.
She didn't have time to waste; her escape had been discovered and alarms were blaring. Hearing footsteps approaching, the quickwitted huntress ran into the nearest room, locking the door and looking around. Unfortunately, the room was nothing but a small storage closet. No other exits or windows were to be found.
"Cameras last saw her in the south building!" A man yelled from outside the door as a large group ran past her.
"There's another guard down, she's already been through here."
"She couldn't have gone far."
Yang sighed in relief as their footsteps faded, but then she heard a beep in her jacket's pocket.
A scroll! I can call for help !
Barely believing her luck, she took the phone out and scrambled at the keys, but then she heard more footsteps approaching. She looked at the door, backing away from it as footsteps were heard again.
Pick up. Pick up...
The silent pauses between the scroll's ringings were broken only by her rapidly beating heart.
"Ruby?"
"YANG!? Sis where are you? We've been worried sick!" Her little sister's voice screamed loudly from the Scroll. Too loudly - Yang had accidentally turned on speakerphone.
"Wait, be quiet..." Yang whispered, hoping nobody was nearby
She wasn't so lucky.
"I heard something in there!" Footsteps started to approach her direction, but they suddenly stopped. Yang held her breath, looking at the door in confusion.
"Oh shit. Sorry, we-Ahhh! S-Sorry, Ma'am! Oh God!" The man screamed and there was a loud thud against the door shortly after. Feeling panic spiking inside her, Yang turned back to the Scroll.
"S-Shit. Ruby. Listen to me. I was captured. I don't know where I'm located, but-"
Suddenly the door was busted open and a very disappointed pair of twins entered in a huff.
"Stop talking," Melanie commanded, pointing commandingly at Yang.
Yang tried to run past them, but it was hopeless, as Miltia firmly moved across into Yang's path, folding her arms and looking unimpressed. "Don't move."
"R-Ruby...it was the...tw-" Yang struggled to speak, with her red eyes flaring as she resisted the twin's control.
"I thought my sister said to STOP TALKING," Melanie demanded, grabbing the scroll out of her hands.
"Gnn..." Yang slurred, feeling the repeated command hit her harder.
"Yang?! Yang?! What happened?!" Ruby's voice rang out, puzzled by Yang's silence.
"Is that your sister?"
Yang scowled defiantly but didn't speak. You told me not to speak...idiots.
"Hmmph~, you're in like...so much trouble, bitch." Melanie added, flipping her hair and sighing. "I like, can't even right now."
"I know Mel, we can start her punishment right now."
"We should, Miltia~."
Miltia gave a devilish little smirk and put the scroll in front of Yang's face. "Tell her you're a slutty bitch, and you're never coming home...then cum."
Yang bit her lip, shaking her head. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't.
"Aww...seems your little masochistic semblance is letting you be a bit annoying."
Miltia pressed her hand above the blonde's abdomen, pushing her semblance's influence directly into Yang. It didn't even take a moment for the force to magnify hugely, overwhelming Yang's ability to resist. "Say it, slut."
"Hnn...Ahh! RUBY I'm a little bitch, I'm not going to go home anymore. HAHHH! Fuck! HAhh~"
Ruby heard the most immodest cry Yang had made in her life. "W-What?"
"Go on. Tell her what's happening to you right now." Miltia smirked.
Yang choked - the sway of the words was too strong, she couldn't even fathom resisting it. It was like trying to stop her own heart from beating. Her body would never let her. Mitlia's hand felt incredibly warm against her stomach and Yang fell to her knees, rocking in blissful orgasm.
"I'm cumming, Ruby. I'm having a slutty little orgasm. Haah! Make it stop. Please!"
Yang's cries of pleasure echoed through the quiet halls as her body shook in pleasure. Her pussy tightened up, gushing in a lewd display as fluid trailed down her legs.
Miltia hung up and tossed the scroll to the side, angrily stomping towards her quivering toy.
"You really still don't know your place, do you slave?" Miltia grabbed Yang's hair, making her meet her gaze. "You will soon, bitch. Now we know your game, that little trick with your semblance won't work again."
Melanie joined in, grabbing Yang's cheek and ignoring the dribbles of dripping female ejaculation that was squirted on the floor.
The worst part was, the little display was open to several guards that were waiting outside the room's busted door. Yang was completely nude still, save her stolen jacket, and the guards seemed to be quite enjoying the view.
"I'll escape again...I'm never going to be yours..." Yang tried to appear strong and resilient, but even saying those words were taxing.
"No, you won't, because we'll never allow you to use your semblance again. Right, Melanie?"
"Right Miltia. Wanna do the honors?"
"Of course, sis!~" Miltia whooped excitedly. "Listen Slave. From now on, you're not allowed to activate that semblance anymore. Ever."
"Tch..." Yang clicked her tongue, straining to keep her vengeful gaze locked on the twins. You don't own me.
"I don't know, Miltia. I think she can still try to resist it again. She's showing that rude face again."
"Hmm, you're right. Bitch, you'll get wrinkles if you keep doing that. What do we do with you?" Miltia theatrically pondered for a moment, before smiling again. "Ahaha, I got it."
"Go for it, girl."
"From now on, turn off all your pain receptors. Anything that hurts, well it'll just make also make you feel sexual pleasure now."
Yang didn't even have time to properly accept the repulsive command she was given, and the twins weren't done with her yet.
"Oh, and we're going to speed things up a bit."
Speed what up?
"Your little tattoo's already almost done. Once it's really settled in, you'll become the ideal doggie for us, whether you like it or not..ehehe~, but really you will like it." Miltia explained.
"No, you'll love it~," The other twin added.
"That tattoo will become permanent. I can't wait to see how much of a good girl you'll become once it settles in. We'll watch you a lot more closely now, so don't worry. You won't escape again~." The overly peppy tone of both twins made the horror of the words cut into their helpless victim even more.
Yang frowned, gasping in horror. It was like all hope was being snuffed away. The twins saw her momentary discomfort, but Yang was still able to steel her resolve and look up in defiance. "I won't let you."
"Ahaha~, It's adorable how hard the bimbo tries, isn't it?"
"It is~!"
"Grr..." Yang felt the hypnotic suggestion strain against her will as she pushed to use her semblance once more. The suggestion was strong - but she was stronger.
Despite everything, Yang's eyes flickered red and Miltia took a step back. "M-Mel? She's doing the thing again.."
Mel walked up to the blonde and slapped her straight across the face. Yang pulled her face back and continued to grit her teeth, her eyes starting to shine a fiery red once again.
"Oh bitch, you will not. You think you can defy us? Just try me, whore. We OWN you. I'll show you. Orgasm. NOW!" Mel crossed her arms, smirking.
"What? W-Wai-Hyyaaa~! Oh god...Haa~...Nnn...no~! Not again, not again!" Yang cried out in a whorish pleasure.
"Slut, you won't stop until you Cum. Your. Self. Unconcious. Understood?" Mel slapped the undignified slave between each word.
Yang, reeling from the rewired pain and pleasure, fell to her side and started writhing on the floor.
"Hwaa~...Gnnn~..." Yang gasped and hid behind her frizzled hair as she desperately tried to hold back her voice. Miltia stepped on the orgasming woman's side and rolled her onto her back.
"Everyone, watch. Look at her. This huntress is nothing but our toy." She noted, sensually sliding her hand along her thigh as she leaned down to admire Yang's slutty reactions herself.
"Oh fuck stop...Please. Ahhh! Pwease make ish shtapph~, I'm melting! Hyaaa~! Not in front of them, Gnnn!"
In front of all these grunts...I..I... The captive couldn't even finish her thoughts properly, her mind numb from the neverending orgasm.
"Ahaha~, she's pretty hot when she's breaking down."
Everything went white for the blonde and just as it became too much, she heard the voice of her masters through the fog of endless bliss.
"Oh god, you're squirting everywhere now. Mel, she's making a mess! Make her stop."
"Haha~. Okay, go to sleep now, little slut, " Mel ordered, snapping her fingers. Battered and weakened, that was all it took for Yang to lose consciousness, and she slumped to the floor.
Miltia sighed and crossed her arms again. "That semblance of hers is going to be a problem."
"It's okay Miltia, I have a pretty hot idea for that lil' issue. Ehehe~"
"Oh, you dirty girl, you've been holding out on me?"
"Sorry sis, I didn't want her to hear. Plus it'll be like- much easier to do it when she's unconscious, ya know?"
"Mmm, okay, but you're eating me out first tonight and you better give me the deets right now~"
"Oh, you slut. You just wanted an excuse to be the first tonight."
"Guilty~,"
"Ahaha, okay fine. Let's bring her back first and I'll tell you everything, dear sister~,"
Mel nodded and addressed the crowd, who were watching the shameless scene with considerable interest. "I'm sure you all enjoyed this little tease. We'll put on a better show next time~...now leave!"
Her sweet, chiming tone unraveled into an impatient demand at the end, and the crowd quickly dispersed, but then she gasped, remembering something. "Wait! You two, help us bring the bimbo back to one of the cells,"
"You're in quite a rush, Mel."
Mel turned her attention to her sister and clung to her arm, flirtatiously pressing her chest against her sibling's arm. "It's because I'm thinking about what we're gonna do to blondie now...and also what we'll do tonight. Rawr~..."
"Mmm~, You impatient little whore~...you're lucky I'm the same," Miltia purred back.
The sound of Yang's door slamming shut stirred Yang's slumber, but she was far too deep in her unconscious state to stay awake.
"Nnn...escape..." Yang murmured as she fell back into a deep slumber, faintly hearing the sound of the door shutting.
Even in her dreams, Yang found no escape. She could hear their laughter, their debauchery. She wasn't certain if it was just her imagination, or if the twins were doing some unwanted things to her while her body forcibly remained unconscious. Her mind had nothing but swirling nightmares, going through various torments, wearing down her increasingly frail mind.
There was a false sense of relief when she heard a voice piercing through her seemingly eternal sleep.
"Wakey, Wakey~," Miltia teased, nudging the sleeping blonde a few times with her foot. Yang had been curled up on the floor, huddling with herself for warmth with only a flimsy blanket covering her indecent body.
The captive huntress stirred, sitting up as reality started to sink in again. There was no escaping the nightmare - she was living in one. It had all felt like a century, but nothing but a fleeting moment at the same time. It's like there was a gap in time within her mind.
"Urghh..." Yang groaned, a splitting headache overcoming her. She held her head, massaging her temples as she oriented herself.
Wait...I'm not bound?...Now's my chance!
Yang leaped to her feet and lunged forward, going in for a surprise attack..
"Gwahh!?" Miltia yelped in surprise, closing her eyes and taking a step back before recomposing herself. She fixed her posture, clearing her throat and smoothing out her expression
"Bahaha~, that was a cute scream! Don't you remember she can't hit us?" Mel laughed, slapping her thigh and pinching her sister's cheek.
"Hmmph~, whatever Miltia. It was scary!" Miltia grabbed her sister's hand with her own and pulled her into a quick kiss, blatantly leaving them both open for an attack.
"Ahh!...Gyuhh..." Yang struggled to take another step, stopping her own quivering hand a few inches away from Miltia's body. "Grr..."
"You really do hate us, don't you? You sound so angry, but at the same time, you sound like such a pathetic dog. Like, you're just growling like a mutt. Bahaha~." Miltia flipped her hair, holding her hip and tilting her head.
"That's cuz she is," Mel teased.
Unable to land a blow, Yang scanned the room. She was in the same type of imprisonment as before, but the door had been left completely intact. There was one thing in the room that stood out to her, a high-definition camera with a blinking red light.
They're recording me?
Furthermore, the sole exit was reinforced, seemingly far more durable than the previous one. Not durable enough. That won't stop me once I'm done with them.
"You two really find yourselves amusing, is that why you're recording this? You sure you want video evidence of me pushing your faces into the dirt?" Yang barked, returning her attention to the twins.
Mel scowled, not appreciating the discourtesy. "Kneel."
"No. I'll make you kneel..." Yang shook her head. She stared daggers at Mel as her eyes started to glow red.
I have to be quick... Yang's heart was thudding in her chest, trying to push out the power of her semblance as she resisted the command to go down on her knees. Her legs buckled, but she bit her lip, keeping up her resistance through the pain. She expected the twins to quickly assault her and pin her to the floor, so she cried out in haste. She closed her eyes for a moment, pushing herself as far as she could go
I'm way too slow...they're gonna get me!
Yang gasped, opening her eyes as a tingle rushed through her, breaking her focus. What was that? Yang wondered, feeling her semblance simmer down.
Even more confusingly, Mel and Miltia were not moving at all. Instead, they stood, ecstatically waiting for something.
"Hmm, Hmm~, She still needs a little push, Mel. Kneel, BITCH." Miltia jumped, giddy with impatience.
The words only made Yang steel her resolve further. "Make me..."
Her response didn't give any displeasure to the twins. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying it.
What's with them? Yang's inflamed rage bubbled back to the surface.
Miltia crossed her arms, just daring her to try something.
Does she really think she can drop her guard? I'll show her... Yang's eyes blazed a fiery red and threw her hand forward for a devastating attack.
Got you! Yang smirked, feeling her palm land a direct hit. Wait... My palm?...
Yang looked down to see she was doing nothing but groping Miltia's breast with her hand.
"Mmm, someone's a little naughty today. I'm jealous." Mel teased.
Yang was stunned for a moment and used her other hand to try to go in for a hook, only to find herself pulling in Miltia for a deep kiss.
"Mmm, finally being honest. But hun, I didn't say you can kiss me without permission~." Miltia licked her lips, trying not to burst into laughter.
"What?..." Yang mouthed, in disbelief at her own body's actions as she stepped back.
"All your training. Everything that made you a h*ntress is gone. We overwrote it. You can resist our demands all you like. But the damage is more than done. You don't even know HOW to attack us. Ahaha~."
"You monster!" Yang yelled running up and dropping to her knees, pushing her face towards Miltia's sex before she forced herself to recoil. What did she say just then? That used to be-NO, I am a….I'm a …a h*ntr*ss? h****s!...It's…It's a h******. What's happening!?
"No...NO!" She cried out, devastated. "This isn't over!"
I'll overcome this. I'll use everything I have to push through this. When I'm backed into a corner. I can always rely on my semblance.
Yang's hair started to glow as she prepared to unleash the full power of her semblance.
"Ooo..." Mel was awed at Yang's surging power.
"Ahh-!" Yang started to scream before she felt the strange sensation she felt when she first activated her semblance a few moments ago. But it had multiplied, shuddering through her body. She felt the power she gained pushed to her abdomen, her core. It rippled, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
"Hwaa!? Haaah~," Yang moaned, dropping to her knees immediately. She clutched below her belly button, feeling her semblance's power being fed into something. She looked down, seeing the glowing womb tattoo radiating a bright, sickening red. "Gnnn~...W-What the fuck is this?...Make it stop..."
"We're not doing a damn thing, you little puppy. It's you who is doing this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Like we said, we ruined everything about you. That includes how you use that annoying little semblance of yours. Oh sorry...my mistake. You always used it to do slutty things, like enhance our little tattoo right? Why don't you think back and check." Melanie did little to hide her amusement.
"No...that's not right. I-" Yang thought back to how she used her semblance in the past. Critical moments of her life flashed through her eyes.
In the tournament against Mercury. I won by using my semblance. I spread my legs and had an orgasm in front of everyone by letting this tattoo-
"NO! That's not...That's not what happened!"
Against Adam. Blake and I worked together. We submitted our bodies, so we could- NO!
"Ahaha~, she's remembering, isn't she? She's remembering how much of a slut she REALLY was all along." Melanie giggled.
"No! I'm going to make you pay! I'll make you cum harder than you ever have if you keep this up!" Yang yelled before covering her mouth, unable to control her own words.
"Pfft~, Oh god. You're so far gone." Miltia looked down on her with cruel joy.
Yang's eyes widened, trying to find an angered remark to say, but she was too dumbfounded and terrified.
"No...I didn't mean that...What have you done? Oh, God! Make it stop. P-Please..." Yang begged as the true depths of their horrific changes started to show.
"Aww, you look so scared. What? Did you think you were going to escape and become a h*ntresss? Wait, we scrubbed that word from her brain, didn't we Mel? No wonder she's losing it. I wonder how much she knows is gone?" Miltia tapped her chin with her index finger, pondering.
"Ahaha, yes. Sis, you know we fucked her right up. I like...can't remember everything we even did." Melanie responded with cheery sadism.
"I have to fight back..." Yang's voice sounded uncertain, as if trying to convince even herself.
A right hook...I can at least try to land a punch. To do that I have to tighten my core, move my fingers to my cunt and show my masters how much of a slut I am. No...a vibrator?
Yang felt unparalleled horror at her own thoughts. She knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't even correct herself. "I-I need to...escape..." She muttered under her breath. Trying to at least keep the remaining rationale she had left.
"Why would you do that? You've trained for so long to become our slave." Miltia corrected her, speaking pragmatically.
"I...I didn't...I fought so hard to be...To...to be..." Yang's voice shook, trembling in fear.
What was it? With everyone else, I wanted to become a slave. No...a slut. No...No...
"No!" Yang screamed. I can't...I can't even tell what's right anymore.
"Your semblance is so useful. It's making our beautiful little tattoo so much nicer~." Mel taunted, causing her sister to smile at her.
"I know, right?" Miltia agreed.
Trying to use her experience to formulate some kind of plan, Yang continued her futile resistance.
I have to hurry before it's too late. I have to use my semblance to complete this tattoo. It's the only way I can stand up to them. It's the only way I have left to win this fight.
Yang's panicked thoughts were becoming less cloudy and she was becoming more certain of her only possible escape. But the corruptive influence on her mind had already rooted itself so deeply that she didn't even realize what she was doing.
Before she knew it, she was doing exactly as they wanted all along. Her will for rebellion and her own power was used for the exact opposite of what Yang would have ever intended. At first, there was a small flicker, and then a brighter, shining, purple light at Yang's core.
"Nnn!...Hwaaaa~!" Yang moaned, pressing her hands to her abdomen, feeling the tattoo burning against her. It spread, growing into its full size. She was starting to drop to the floor from her wobbling legs, but it was Mel who supported her, kneeling beside her and sliding her hands around Yang's voluptuous body.
"M-Mel..." The quivering blonde whimpered.
Miltia appeared on the other side, kissing Yang's neck and whispering in her ear. "You can do it."
Too far gone to even see the flaw in the logic presented to her, she pushed everything she had into the tattoo out of mindless desperation, feeling the pleasure building into an orgasmic crescendo.
Yang's legs buckled and she started cumming from the undeniable sensations. Everything had gone past the tipping point. She could feel the very core of her being etched into something new. Everything she was and everything she knew evaporated. She was completely taken in every way and the twins watched with a feeling of pure delight. Yang's fluids burst out of her, dribbling down her thigh and forming a small puddle on the floor. It's like every ounce of reason and resistance was being pushed out of her through her orgasm, only to be left with the burning lust that the twins implanted.
"Ohh fuck!" Yang's eyes saw nothing but white, her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
A high-pitched twang echoed through the room as the twin's tattoo completed. A purple light blazed from the center of the unnatural lines, zinging with magic until the corruption was complete. The sinister light disappeared into a constant purple glow.
Yang Xiao Long broke.
"Fufu~, It's done," Mel remarked, filled with glee.
"It is~." The other twin cooed.
Yang trembled like a newborn baby, supported only by the twins as she panted in fatigue. Her eyes were tired, lost in pleasure.
I can't win...No. I've already lost, so long ago.
*Snap*
"Stay awake, little slave."
Yang focused her eyes and looked at Melanie, who had snapped her fingers. The tired captive's eyes were watery from the mind-breaking experience. Yang was pulled to a sitting position, staring at the twins, patiently waiting for a command as she caught her breath.
"Give up everything completely and submit to us. Tell the camera everything." Miltia demanded, pulling Yang to her feet and shoving her in front of the camera.
Dazed, Yang stood in front of it, feeling butterflies in her stomach. But the demands had struck a chord within her, pushing her to follow them with little restraint.
"I...I give up...Melanie and Miltiades Malachite own me." Yang could feel herself hesitating to spill out the obvious truth. But she didn't even understand why. She was only telling the truth.
"I...I'm their slave." She finished, feeling liberated from whatever fleeting thoughts were plaguing her mind. She finally admitted the truth, and it felt so good.
"After all the shit we had to go through, you should like...be more grateful, you know? Maybe we should punish you some more?! Hmm~?" Miltia snarled, grabbing a fistful of her captive's hair and pulling her back. The usually disrespectful gesture would normally be met with a fist to her assailant's face, but that Yang Xiao Long was no more.
"No, I'm sorry. I am! I'm very th-Kyaa~!" Yang yelped, begging pathetically before Melanie shoved her. Yang stumbled down, held up only by Miltia's grip on her hair.
"Bow. And make sure to choose your words wisely, you sad, pathetic, whorish little dog." Miltia let go, letting the ex-huntress fall to her knees.
Yang stretched her arms forward and shamefully bowed. She lowered her head, pressing her forehead directly to the floor. "I'm sorry." She started, only to have Miltia step on her head, purposely grinding her foot in to mess up her blonde strands. "Hnn~..." Yang moaned, not in displeasure but joy.
"Thank you for keeping this broken blonde bimbo and allowing her to be your slutty slave. Even though I've been such an ungrateful bitch until now." The unashamed words left her mouth with a twinge of excitement. She was enjoying this. She felt a twinge of pure bliss at that fact. She was enjoying this shame and her masters were too. This was pure happiness. All her training had led up to this moment. She was always meant to be like this.
"I've been nothing but a thankless nuisance, but now I know my place. I'll grovel and beg at your feet anytime and do anything you ask. It's my only purpose in life. Please use this whorish, masochistic body to your heart's content."
There wasn't an ounce of that determined, resilient huntress left. All that was left was just a truly broken slut, and the exhilaration the twins felt from that could not be put into words.
"Ahaha~, finally...it's done. The job's really done." Miltia laughed.
"Let's send this video as proof to that uptight, sexy woman who hired us to break this busty blondie and collect our payment. Then we can have some real fun~." Melanie stopped the recording, shutting off the camera.
"Let's~,"
Several days later, the twins took Yang out of her cell. It was rare for the toy to be able to do so. The blonde was blindfolded, unable to see anything around her. She wasn't sure which of her masters had this fetish, if not both, but it was a common occurrence.
She wore a golden collar that read 'Bitch' and a black pair of sexy, lacey lingerie beneath it. This was somehow more demeaning than the stark nudity she was used to. Despite this shameful lifestyle, she bubbled in anticipation.
Even though there was also this swirling feeling of anxiety of knowing she would be tormented in some way, she felt tingles of anticipation. Her treatment over the last few weeks was a mix of humiliation and intense overstimulation. Her body was flushed with arousal at the mere possibilities that could happen, along with the fact she couldn't see. Her rewired brain found masochistic joy in all this, but she still felt that pang of shame that came along with it.
"You look so hot when you're all dressed up, you pretty little slave."
"Thank you master for giving such kind words to a lowly, undeserving dog like me," Yang answered, smiling thankfully with a timid expression.
"Mmph~. Fuck, I wanna have her eat me out again, sis." Miltia bit her lip.
"At least wait until we're there Miltia. She just ate us out an hour ago, you whore~." Melanie heckled.
"Oh stop it, don't embarrass me like that, sis." Miltia playfully bit her finger and closed her eyes, contemplating something. "Urghh! Fine! It's all your fault I'm horny, you bitch. I'll punish you later."
"S-Sorry...I'll use my body to make things right as soon as possible."
"You sure fucking will."
"She's so obedient now. It's lovely."
"I was just thinking the same thing! Oh My Gawd!"
"Oh My Gawd, wow, we are so synchronized. No wonder everyone thinks we're the baddest pair of twins."
"Girl, you know that they know that there's no twins as hot as us."
"Mmph~! Too! true!" The other twin snapped her fingers between each syllable.
"Master...if it's okay to ask...may this bitch ask something?" Yang requested bashfully, feeling somewhat forgotten. As she was led along in pure blindness, the blonde noticed they were going much farther than ever before.
"Hmm, should we let her know, Mel? You can decide this time." Miltia tugged, pulling the blonde who crawled on all fours as she contemplated her slave's request.
"She's been such a good girl, I suppose we can let her. "
"C-Can I ask where we're going?"
"Somewhere special. Somewhere you will surely recognize. Can you guess?"
"Will I be punished if I get it wrong?"
"Ahaha~, why? Do you want to be?" Melanie giggled.
"Maybe she does, Mel? Well. Do you?"
Yang swallowed, shaking her head. She could feel their piercing gazes even with the blindfold. "No."
"Mmm, then let's leave it as a surprise, slut. You're already due for punishment later, anyway." Melanie decided.
"Ahaha~, sis! It's so hard not to flaunt about it in her face. Just look at her." Miltia gestured to the crawling, confused blonde. "Urghhh. Let's go. Let's go!"
"Let's get there a bit faster then. Come along now, slut~."
Yang was tugged forward, hopelessly trying to think of where they were heading to. Then before she knew it, she heard a door opening and the sound of music.
"Wow, is this really that blondie?" A familiar masculine voice said in astonishment. Yang was grabbed by the chin and pulled up before the hand was friskily forced away.
"Nuh-uh, horny boy." Miltia yanked his hand off her.
"You can look. But like, only we can touch this one."
"Tch. Fine, come in." The man clicked his tongue.
Who is that? I remember this voice... Yang wondered, crawling forward and hearing the techno music getting louder.
All of a sudden, the broken exhuntress felt the firm tugging of her leash stopped and she obediently sat on the floor, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she waited, sitting on the cold floor with her thighs resting on each other.
Feeling the void of the unknown consuming her mind, her heart rate picked up, thudding even louder as the music stopped abruptly.
"Ahem..." The male voice cleared his throat into a wireless hands-free microphone, clipped onto his chest.
"As the owner of this fine establishment, I'm proud to- hey! What the-?" The same man had started to say before Miltia stole the spotlight, stealing the mic away.
"Do you have another one?" She batted her eyes, cutely seducing him with her hands pressed to his chest.
"U-Uh...yes..." He opened his palm and Miltia dropped the act, grabbing it and turning away.
"We'll take it from here. Grab a seat and enjoy the show." Miltia winked at her sister and tossed the second mic to her.
"Testing...Testing...Hello, boys and girls~." Melania's chipper voice boomed through the speakers.
Everyone? Yang gulped, starting to hear the murmurs of a crowd. There were voices, a few of them at least.
"Are you all excited?"
The crowd roared and Yang realized there were far more people than she thought.
"Alright! Let's skip the lame pleasantries and just get this shit started? Sis, would you help me do the honors? Make sure our special guest can see."
Special guest? Yang was as lost as ever. But she soon had more pressing matters to think about. A soft, small hand touched the top of her head and Yang jumped, conditioned so heavily that even the slightest touch from either of her owners made her react so strongly. It's like the mere action of Miltia brushing her hair was causing a wave of sexual pleasure.
Miltia giggled, combing her pet's hair. "Stay still."
Melanie squeezed the cloth of her exotic lingerie from behind, unclasping the hook and letting it unravel.
There were whispers in the crowd. "Do you all want to see?" Miltia asked before the crowd roared to life.
Yang's face reddened in shame, but she didn't dare oppose her masters when as breasts were freed from the tight cloth.
There was a small, hard object in Miltia's hand. Yang gave a small flinch and let her slide it atop her breasts. A vibrator...
Yang knew them all too well. Miltia taped it onto her, fastening it right against the erecting nipple. She made quick work of it, attending to the other, freed breast and attaching them both.
They both buzzed, coming to life and Yang muffled a moan.
"Fufu~. Hun, you're quieter than usual today." Miltia mentioned, amused by the blonde's reaction.
Melanie slid her hands from behind, feeling up Yang's smooth porcelain skin. "Mmm, yeah. But do you think she can stay quiet for very long?" She asked rhetorically as she teased the bottom of Yang's large, perky breasts before sliding her hands down her abdomen, drawing circles teasingly on the permanent tattoo that marked her.
"She won't, sis. You know it. I know it...they fucking know it." Miltia breathed deeply, feeling her loins starting to get heated from Yang's adorably reserved reactions. Despite all their training, she still found ways to make her wriggle in shame. "You're such a cute pet, Yang."
"Hnn~..."
"You'd usually be begging for us to fuck you right now. What's wrong?" Melanie pretended to be oblivious, knowing this was all too much for the poor blonde.
"T-There's people...I can hear so many of them. Are they...are they watching me?" Yang bit her lip, flushed with shame.
"And if they are?" Miltia asked, crawling forward and sucking on one of Yang's nipples.
At the same time, Melanie finally made her way to the core of Yang's sex, plunging into her needy pussy with her index and middle fingers.
"Haa~!"
"That's more like it. You don't HAVE dignity, remember? You're a bitch. Act like one or we'll like make you." Miltia leaned down, whispering in a low, threatening voice.
Yang nodded desperately, feeling the buzzing against her now erect nipples and clitoris. It sent tingles across her whole body.
"Haa~...Gahnn~!" The beautiful blonde moaned, completely pushing herself into the pleasurable debauchery of it all.
The twins worked quickly to push Yang to a humiliatingly whorish climax. Yang couldn't and wouldn't handle the pleasure. She cried out, unable to endure it at all. The buzzing of the vibrators, the thrust of a soft finger in her pussy, the sensual teasing touches of her masters' fingers. She took it all.
In the background, the crowd continued to bustle in pleased chatter. The occasional cheer and whistle could be heard in response to what was happening along with demands.
"Make her scream."
"Mess her up!"
"What a slut."
A mix of awe and lust was swirling with this lewd display at the center. Even being unable to see, Yang knew it all too well. It made her react even more strongly.
"M-Masters-" Yang begged.
"I know. I know. Just cum..." Miltia whispered into Yang's ear before biting on her shoulder.
"Ahhh~! I-I..."
"Cum in front of them all." The other sister mentioned and continued her quick, slick motions. She knew just how to curl her fingers. She knew just how to squeeze and rub the blonde's clit. She just knew how Yang worked inside and out. Yang was going to cum and she was hopeless to even try resisting it.
"Cum. Cum! CUM!" The crowd cheered, louder and louder. But even that was being drowned out as Yang's orgasm came crashing down. She convulsed, riding the wave of orgasm just like the bitch she was trained to be. "Cumming. Your little bitch slave is cumming! Thank you! THANK YOU! THANK Y-OH FUCK! Nnnnn~!"
Yang jerked violently, getting pulled into a french kiss with Miltia as she came. A crashing wave of pleasure shuddered through her and all her throws of pleasure were displayed to everyone present.
Being pulled back to reality, Yang started to feel things die down. The crowd was still cheering.
"Have a good time?"
"Yes, master..." Yang cooed, feeling one of the twins undo the blindfold on her head.
The fabric fell, rolling off Yang's shoulder and hitting the floor shortly after. Yang knew exactly where they were. She had almost forgotten they weren't at the cell. Even the crowd was drowned out in the moment of her rapture.
Yang was sitting in the center of a multi-colored dance floor of a large open room. This was a club.
But it was so much more than that. It was not just any typical club at all and as her eyes scanned the crowd, she recognized the underlings of the man she beat up years ago. This was the Club owned by Junior. It was the same club where Yang fought the Malachite twins in search of her mother.
The two twins now stood before her, watching with unforgiving impatience at Yang's realization.
"Well, do you remember?" Melanie asked with a toxic, vicious undertone that cut into Yang and the slave swallowed, biting her lip. Yang felt nothing but apologetic sorrow for the actions of her past. It seems these were buried memories that were being forced to the surface. The sisters didn't want her to forget.
"I-I do. Masters..." Yang bit her lip hard, tears swelling up in her eyes.
"What?! You think it's enough just to remember how you humiliated us here?" Miltia snarled, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry..." Yang's small voice trembled.
*Slap*
*Slap*
"Speak. Up." Miltia slapped her, only to hit her again with a backhand to the face between the enunciation of her words. She pulled her hand back and licked where her knuckle met Yang's now pink cheek. "Let everyone hear what you have to say."
"I'm Sorry Masters! I should have never attacked you here. I should have never attacked anyone- Haakk!" The wind left her as Melanie kicked her to the floor, the crow cheering at the humiliating defeat. Melanie pressed her foot against the womb tattoo, using her semblance to push the tormented girl further. "Don't stop. There are a lot of people you hurt...so many. Just look at your mom."
The words were an electric shock through her entire system. Yang shivered in shock and surprise.
Mom?
Sure enough, there she was; flinty red eyes, wild black hair, a familiar face but such a different person.
"Hello Yang," The unapologetic red eyes stared at her with complete indifference.
"Mom...I-I'm sorry. I ended up like...this." Yang stuttered in apology, realizing how she must look, naked, shivering and hiding behind her messy hair.
"Ahaha~. It's okay. Let's call it even. After all...I paid these two to break you. I can't stay long, but I wanted to see it for myself."
"What?..." Yang gasped, completely taken aback. Her own mother had…
"Oh, wow you really didn't expect that. How cute~." Raven remarked smugly, casually crushing Yang's soul. Yang's lip quivered, the silence hanging for a few moments as the horrible truth came out and she struggled to take it in. The twins reveled in her misery, letting her soak it all in.
Yang couldn't handle it. She needed an out. She needed to make it stop.
"Please just...delete my memories...," Yang begged, feeling the impossibility of the information push her into insanity. She could feel the wet tears starting to form in her eyes, and her body beginning to shake as she went into shock.
"Excuse me?" Melanie crossed her arms, agitated.
"No, you're incredibly HAPPY, aren't you, slut?" Miltia stated. And thus, it was already a fact.
The womb tattoo glowed and Yang felt her whole body overcome by joy.
Yang felt something inside her break, but all she could do was stare stunned for a few moments. She no longer even understood why she felt like she was going to cry, or feeling this lingering sadness. But more so than all of those she was just thankful.
"...Aha...ahaha~. Thank you...Thank you for introducing me to my masters, mom." Yang said with a crazed smile, tears starting to stream down her face.
"To think the bitch had any semblance of resistance left..." Melanie sighed, already thinking about the various punishments she would give out later.
"I know right? Whatever...We have more fun things to do here. Raven, wanna see our hard work up close?" Miltia offered.
Raven walked right up to her, combing Yang's hair behind her ear to uncover her daughter's beautiful face. "Mmm, you're an absolute snack you know? You look like me when I was younger. Is that narcissistic? Ahaha~."
"Want a taste?" Melanie raised her eyebrows knowingly.
"Don't worry, we don't judge." Miltia pulled her sister in for a quick kiss, asserting her point.
"Rawr~," The other sister playfully growled.
"Hmmph~, really? Even though she's all yours now?" Raven took a moment to contemplate it, looking tempted.
"Please girl, you helped us find her, it's the least we can do."
Raven nodded and looked at her beautiful daughter.
"Kiss me..." Raven demanded and Yang looked up in faint hesitation.
Melanie crossed her arms. "Do it."
Wiping her eyes, Yang nodded and ignored the instinctive disgust in her stomach and closed her eyes, propping herself up on her elbow and pursing her lips.
Raven combed her fingers through her daughter's hair and kissed her, pushing her tongue into Yang's mouth, making sure to get the full experience.
"Hnn~." The submissive daughter moaned, feeling filthy for doing this in front of so many people.
The crowd roared in pleasure at the deep incestuous french kiss.
"Enjoy your life darling. Maybe I'll visit you now that you've learned your place and aren't hounding my ass and causing me trouble all the time." Raven pulled back, standing and licking her lips.
"Please do. We wouldn't mind some company in bed with a hottie like you."
"Hmmp~, Appreciate it. You two continue. I've got to go and...spread the good news. I'm sure her friends are going to look for her. I...may have to deal with them." Raven danced around the details and opened a portal and waved off, disappearing into nothingness. "Bye for now~."
There was a moment of silence, the two twins were briefly caught staring at the spot where Raven had vanished. Miltia broke the brief calm, staring expectantly at Yang.
"Alright, well she seemed impressed, but the night is young. I don't think our slave has properly apologized to everyone though. Like c'mon girl. Do better."
Yang darted her eyes, looking for who she should be apologizing to.
"I-I haven't! I'm sorry Junior. I ruined your club and attacked you when I really should have just given you my body." Yang confessed, completely apologetic.
"Nuh-uh bitch. We choose who you bed."
"O-Of course...I'm sorry. I'm just apologizing and stating what I should have done at the time. It was before I knew of my wonderful place beneath your feet."
She looked at all Junior's associates that were watching. "I'm so sorry I attacked all of you. I should have known my place. I understand now."
"That's right. You're NOTHING. A discardable whore that we just so happen to keep as a TOY. A PLAYTHING! Everyone here sees that! You'll live your entire life making it up to us!" Melanie screamed, berating her pet.
"I will! I'm just a slutty doggie bitch. I'm everything you said. I'll do it. I'll do anything." Yang cried, truly scared of her masters' anger.
Pleased with the guilt-ridden expression on her face, Melanie's face softened and she lifted her foot.
"Good girl."
"Who wants to watch her eat us out, live? Maybe with enough Lien thrown on stage, we can be convinced."
"Really, sis?"
"Like, shut up, you slutty exhibitionist. You love it, and we make a quick buck."
"Ha~, straight facts. Can't argue with that~."
It was a long and profitable night for them.
Weeks later, Yang was on the brink of mentally disintegrating. Her two masters were not letting up,pushing her to yet another orgasm.
"Come on you bitch. Think about the first time we broke you. Yeah, you were so ashamed. I know that fucking gets you off. Keep going little doggie~." Miltia demanded.
"Yeah, clamp down as hard as you want, it won't do a thing, hun. Just. Fucking. Take. It."
"We'll reward you so much later if you just squirt like a good doggie. Come on." Melanie added, pressing a girthy, vibrating dildo deep inside the slave.
"C-Cumming! GAHHHH!" Yang screamed, legs spread with her ass on the floor. Her pussy gushed and pushed the dildo out with a fierce velocity. Melanie let go, letting the slick member roll along the floor while she rubbed Yang's engorged clit.
"Hwaahh~! Fuck! Master, I'm bweaking, pwease!"
"Shhh~." Miltia covered her slave's mouth, steadying her body and stopping her from falling over.
Yang's mind blanked out and she could feel numbing tingles in mindless orgasmic pleasure.
"And done!"
The crowd cheered, clapping.
"What a strong performance from the Malachite sisters and their pet, Yang Xiao Long! Let's see what the judges think." a masked female announcer said through a voice changer. Identities of employees were of the utmost secrecy, which was understandable for an underground slave-trading ring.
The woman cleared her throat before continuing. "They're a strong contender to become anywhere in the top 3 of tonights 'Top Bitch'. For a first-time contender, that would be a very impressive feat. Just how did these two train this ex-huntress?"
"Aww stop it, we're just trying our best." Miltia and Melanie simpered, batting their eyelashes, fanning their hands in feigned humbleness.
It was often events like this were held, either to show off the abilities of owners to train promising slaves, or the slaves themselves.
"Let's see how the rest of the contestants are doing?." The announcer drew her attention away as several other slutty cries could be heard in the stadium.
First, the spotlight panned over Ruby Rose, who was being whipped by her master, Cinder Fall. Occasional flickers of her embers grazed the redhead's asscheeks as she was tormented by the ruthless woman. Ruby whined and groaned at the feeling, but the whipping wasn't her only torment; Neo was pushing a wand vibrator was being pressed insistently to Ruby's clit by a very smug Neo, and the poor redhead couldn't get away from the dual stimulation.
"Miss Rose looks to be nearing her limit. It's a stern technique, but will the judges respond well to this level of SM play? Miss Rose is definitely giving her sister a run for her money."
Next, the spotlight hovered over Blake Belladonna. The defeated Faunus seemed almost too fitting in her leash and collar, yowling and scratching in broken pleasure. Ilia continued to scissor with her, pulling the leash in so she could give another hickey to Blake's already-mottled pale skin.
"It seems Ilia is really enjoying herself, what a fine Faunus pairing this is. Ilia certainly seems hungry as ever for her pet. Fun fact; Blake is the first ever Faunus to win 'Top Bitch'. Let's see if these two can do it again."
The light moved again, following the announcer to the last finalist of tonight's show.
"Last but not least, our current 3-time champion. Can she be stopped?"
Willow bound Weiss using only glyphs, keeping her youngest daughter suspended in the air and unable to move, with dual summoned ethereal vibrators stimulating both her nipples. Willow herself was standing underneath her helpless, broken daughter, eating out Weiss' cunt from below and forcing the hovering, blindfolded woman to cry out helplessly.
"Just look at that beautiful semblance being put to good use!"
The team had all met such debauched ends. After Ruby told the rest of the team about what happened to Yang, it was only natural that they tried to save her. However, Raven's intervention stifled any possibility of that; when the persistent group eventually created trouble for her, she had them mercilessly beaten and broken by hired help. With her captives in tow, deals were struck; with Raven confirming the safety of her tribe by giving certain troublesome members of society exactly what they wanted. Most importantly, she handed Ruby Rose to an aggressively vengeful woman who worked under Salem directly. Raven counted her blessings that she could bargain with her.
And now the entire team ended up here, together in this twisted life. Even after meeting here for the first time in weeks, they were too absorbed in pleasing their masters that they had no chance to even speak to each other. Even if their masters had allowed it - doubtful - the girls were likely too broken to even recognize each other.
The debauched team RWBY all eventually reached their climax and the final game of the night's competition came to a close.
"The judges have finished deliberating! Let's see the final scores!" The exhilarated announcer declared, pointing to the screen.
Yang Xiao Long:
Vocals: 85/100
Fluids: 82/100
Technique: 75/100
"Oh, amazing scores, but is it enough to win? With such fierce competition, I'd say it's really close folks!" The announcer noted.
"75 for technique? Like what!? Hello!? Our technique is flawless." Melanie huffed, stomping her foot.
"Calm down girl, you can like freak out if we lose."
"Sis, don't jinx it."
More scores flooded in, soon showing the clear winner.
"Our runner up, Malachite Twins and Yang Xiao Long! Congratulations!"
The two smiled, waving to the crowd as the spotlight hit them. As soon as the spotlight moved away they dropped their act.
"Kay babe, freak out now."
"FUCK!"
"And our winner..." The masked woman made a drumming motion as the matching sound effect was played for the audience, making the twins roll their eyes. "4-time champion, Willow and Weiss Schnee! The mother and daughter can't be beaten!"
Weiss crawled alongside her mother on all fours, and Willow smiled serenely, accepting the trophy as confetti reached for the stage. "I'd like to thank..." Willow started, smiling with wicked satisfaction.
The victory speech droned on, but Yang was preoccupied with her own sorrow. Her heart sank. She was going to be punished again.
But this was just one competition of many. She'd have plenty more opportunities to try again. After all, this was her life now. She was just a bitch.
Really had fun with this one. The twins were so fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it! If you want to see the artwork I made to accompany this story, please look at my A03 account. Fanfiction doesn't allow images.