Jaune was stretching, shifting his spine now that he'd just finished up mowing the family lawn. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, given his family had a stupidly big lawn, since they lived in a pretty rural area, but it was important. Theoretically, a Grimm could sneak through the grass if it got too tall. Practically, it was completely meaningless since the Grimm would first have to go through the farmland their family owned, which didn't currently need any work from him. He'd heard about places where people just tore out all the grass and scattered stones. Seemed nice.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by the arrival of a stranger, who waved at him. He didn't recognize the guy. Dark-skinned, dark-haired faunus, with a tail and quite visible pointed animal ears. No, didn't fit anybody he knew. Maybe somebody asking for directions?
"Hey, kid," the man said, with a mild smile. "I've heard you want to be a Huntsman."
"H-how?" He sputtered out. He hadn't told anybody that, though he had been doing some research, and okay he'd asked some people questions but he hadn't said anything. His family wouldn't have approved, after all. He gulped as he realized he'd shown off the fact that the guy was right.
"Don't worry. I'm a Huntsman myself," he said, producing a license from his back pocket, showing it off to Jaune. Jaune stared at it in wonder, the name on the card Lee K. Zoone. Weird name, but he was a faunus. Was that racist to think? "I wanted to offer to take you under my tutelage, actually. I bet you're pretty inexperienced out here, right?"
"A-ah, yeah." Jaune couldn't help but feel his heart pounding in his chest at the possibilities. This was way better than anything he could have hoped for. His plan had been to fake his transcripts and muddle through at an Academy over in another kingdom, but an actual Huntsman, interested in mentoring him? It was more than a dream come true, it was just a dream. He actually pinched himself. "Ow," he said.
Lee just chuckled at that. "Don't worry, this isn't a dream, kid. Jaune, right?"
"Yes, sir," he said, snapping to attention.
"I need a few hours for our first session. Can you make that?"
"I-I'd have to ask my mom," Jaune said, feeling like such a dorky kid to say that. "But, um, if she says yeah, which she probably will, it's just that there's a lot of us, so she worries, you know," he continued, knowing even as he spoke that he was not making himself look any better. Fortunately, the Huntsman just smiled knowingly.
"Don't tell her why. Just say you're going out with some friends," Lee said, with a conspiratorial wink. Jaune nodded and rushed back into the house.
"You really don't know what Aura is?" Lee asked, and Jaune shook his head. They were in the guy's hotel room, he'd had to shoo of his (insanely hot)... girlfriend? Teammate? He didn't know their relationship. If half the Huntresses in training were half as hot as her, though, Jaune had a whole new reason to become a Huntsman. "It's basically an expression of your soul, provides you with defenses, strength, agility - all the Huntsman stuff, basically. So, before we do anything else, we have to activate your Aura."
"Alright, how do we do that?"
"It's a pretty long, complicated ritual and, you'll have to be shirtless for it," Lee admitted. Jaune considered asking if maybe the girl could do the ritual instead, but he realized how ridiculous that was a second later. If she was the guy's girlfriend, well, he wouldn't want Jaune lusting after her.
"Okay," Jaune said, pulling off his shirt, feeling a bit naked. Luckily, the guy quickly directed him to sit cross-legged on the center of the bed, and focused his attention on Jaune's back rather than his front. It was way less awkward that way, especially since he wasn't going to have to look Lee in the face as he did whatever he had to do.
Finally, Jaune's slave crest was finished. It ran across his lower back, looking just like Elsa's or Emerald's, the heart-and-roses tramp stamp a lovely shade of pink.
"Alright," I said. "First of all, don't leave this room. Second of all, keep your voice to a whisper at the loudest. Third, don't do anything to hurt me. Fourth, don't beat on the walls or otherwise try to make noise to attract attention," I said, and I could pretty much detect the confusion in Jaune's posture as I listed out orders that would keep him here, under my control. "Fifth, don't harm yourself. Sixth," I grinned, "remember to thank me when I'm done with you."
"Uh... what do you mean, Mr. Zoone?" His voice was a whisper, and a small tremble ran through his body.
"Stay still, stay quiet," I ordered, and I touched his back again, this time not to apply the slave crest, but to make some changes. I toyed with his body in the 'preview' space, turning him into a girl, then trying out a number of variations. What if he was a modelesque blonde with long, flowing hair? What if he was a shortstack with twintails?
Eventually, I settled on something that felt fitting. It was Jaune Arc, if Jaune Arc had been Jeanne Arc instead. A bit gawky, tall like my wife, but lacking her natural beauty. Long blonde hair that was done in a braided pigtail and reached down past her shoulderblades. Something fitting to his personality, rather than just a personal sex fantasy. I just find there's more charm to raping a person, when you still respect what sort of person they are, if that makes any sense.
When I committed the changes, Jaune - Jeanne, that'd be her name, I decided - gasped, feeling her new ponytail against her back, her pants now too big for her more slender build, her breasts suddenly in the air. "Wh-what?" She sputtered out in confusion, her voice still kept in a whisper. She couldn't move, what with my latest commands, and it had me rock hard, seeing the way she responded.
"Ah, see, I lied about this ritual being about activating your Aura. I'll do that too, but, you're going to be my docile little sex slave, you understand?"
"What? No! I'm not gay!"
"Yep. You're one hundred percent straight, it's just now you're a girl, so straight for you will be getting fucked by my cock. Now, get on your hands and knees," I ordered. She had no choice, shifting her body up, her pants sliding down to her knees because they were way too big on her. Her underwear was loose, a simple pair of briefs - one finger hooked into it and peeled it down easily, revealing her pink sex to the open air. She was sputtering in confusion as my fingers slid into her pussy, stretching deep inside her and making her tremble. "Now, don't worry, Jeanne, I want this to feel good for you, too," I explained, after making a few quick thrusts of my fingers inside her.
"My name's Jaune," she said, panting as my thumb brushed against her clit, briefly going cross-eyed in pleasure at the sensation.
"No, your name is Jeanne from now on. When you get your forged transcripts made, they're going to be for a girl named Jeanne Arc," I explained, relishing the feeling of power, shifting my weight up, pulling down my pants and angling my cock at her slick sex. "The sooner you accept that you're my sex slave, the happier you'll be," I told her, and then thrust inside her wet sex, making her gasp and squeal at the sudden insertion, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets, her cheeks turning a vivid hue of red. "Mm, you are tight. You a virgin?"
It was a completely meaningless, stupid, inane question, given that I had just created this pussy, but she grit her teeth in irritation anyway. I could feel the anger and hate boiling up off her, feeding my Semblance. "No," she lied, quite blatantly, somehow trying to maintain some hint of male pride despite the absurdity of it in this situation.
"Good, then I can fuck you extra-hard," I told her, smiling at the stupefied look on her face as her own words were turned against her. Before she could so much as formulate a response, I had a grip on her hips and was fucking away, just slamming at her tight pussy, making her gasp and jerk in pleasure as my porn logic powers meant that the sex was great for her, despite being rape. "Say, 'My name is Jeanne' until I tell you to stop, or you internalize that that is your name now, whichever comes first," I ordered.
She had no choice. "My name is Jeanne," she panted out, as I fucked her nice and rough, my hands going up to the petite tits I'd just given her, enjoying her slim and sexy body. "My name is Jeanne. My name is Jeanne. My name is Jeanne."
"Actually, make that, 'My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet,'" I corrected with a grin, enjoying the look on her face, the feeling of humiliation as she knew what was about to come out of her mouth.
"My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet," she said, her body quivering in pleasure as she enjoyed obeying me. "My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet," she repeated, another rush of pleasure running through her body as my cock continuously pounded at her tight pussy, her fingers gathering clumps of the bed sheets beneath her. "My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet!" She squealed out the last word as a powerful orgasm went through her, her whole body twitching beneath me, her cunt going absolutely wild around my cock. Her mouth slurred out the command despite herself. "My name ish, Jeanne, and I'm, Lee'sh shex pet," she declared, a bit of saliva dribbling out of her mouth.
"That's right, you are," I told her, giving her ass a little swat. "You are just a complete cutie pie, aren't you?" I asked, grasping her braid and tugging on it to force her to turn and show me her face in more detail, her cheeks pink, her lips parted.
"My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet," she replied, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Oh, you can stop saying that now," I told her, smirking down at her as she just twitched on the bed beneath me.
"You, you bastard," she sputtered out angrily.
"No calling me names," I told her, "oh, and from now on, you're to call me Master whenever we're alone together," I decided, relishing this part of the whole process. Breaking Emerald on my cock was fun, and breaking Jeanne on it would be fun too.
"Like hell I'll do that, Master," she said, then her hand went to her mouth, covering it as she flushed bright red. Of course, the movement interrupted her balance and she wound up collapsing forward onto her shoulders, panting lewdly as the new position shifted my cock's pistoning inside her, letting me get that little bit deeper. I gave her slim ass a quick grope, then a smack on the ass.
"Don't worry, I'll help you accomplish your dream of becoming a Huntsman," I told her. "Or, a Huntress now, I suppose," I corrected with a wicked grin. She just panted beneath me, her arms splaying awkwardly as she tried to hold back from an orgasm. It didn't help, of course. As long as I kept going, an orgasm was inevitable, and soon she was spasming in ecstasy beneath me, her pussy gripping and squeezing my dick. "I'll actually activate your Aura... once you're a good sex pet for your new master," I told her with a lewd grin.
"Fuh, fuck you, Master," she sputtered out angrily. With her position on the bed, it didn't have much bite to it.
"Come for me," I ordered, and immediately she orgasmed, going cross-eyed with pleasure as her body spasmed beneath me. "There's no point resisting, Jeanne." She sputtered incoherently at the name. "I can order you to do anything I please. You'll learn to love obeying me, and my cock, no matter what you do. Fighting back will only make it take longer, make this whole thing less pleasant for you. Just admit it to yourself, like you were admitting it to me a little while age: your name is Jeanne, and you're my sex pet."
At that point, she started to gather herself. "I'll nev-"
"Come," I ordered, and immediately she was spasming on my cock again, her argument dying on her lips as it was replaced by a lewd mewl of pleasure. She was pink with arousal by this point, the color running across her whole body as she flushed with color. Her skin was also lightly shiny in the light of the room, and I decided to just find release inside her virginal pussy, groaning as I bottomed out and sprayed out a thick load of cum. She shivered and jerked beneath me, little twitches of pleasure that made her eyes roll around in her head, that made her pussy grip and squeeze my dick, like her body was trying to wring out an orgasm from me.
When we were both finished coming, she panted. "The, there," she panted, "you're done, so, I'm still not, your fucking, sex pet, Master."
"Hmm?" I hummed as I started to pump inside her again, her eyes widening at the sensation, her expression truly cute. "What's that about being done? I'm going to fuck you until you really, truly, accept what you are from now on. If it takes too long, I might get annoyed and demote you from sex pet to sex toy or sex slave, you know," I explained with a grin, enjoying the furious look on her face at the degrading words.
"You, Master," she growled out, her expression incredibly sexy as it twisted into pleasure when my cock just rammed inside her.
Jeanne had completely lost track of time, spent here. Her own orgasms - she'd lost track of them in the low tens. They were north of a hundred now, she was sure of that. It could have been two hundred, three hundred... it didn't really matter. Saliva dripped out of her mouth as she shivered and jerked beneath Lee. His orgasms, she had a better idea of: thirteen, now, as he gushed inside her pussy once more. He was completely ruining her body.
No, this wasn't her body, she thought, though the words felt hollow even in her head. She wasn't going to magically turn back into a boy, at least not unless he decided she would. Maybe it would be better to just give up... to give in... it wasn't like the sex wasn't good, other than the fact that it was rape... but if she consented, it wouldn't be rape any more, would it?
"Say that your name is Jeanne, and you're Lee's sex pet."
"My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet," she said, and the pleasant shiver that ran through her body at each act of obedience hit her again. How many times had she said exactly those words? When her throat had started to get raw, her voice cracking and straining, Lee had simply gone into the bathroom, collected a glass of water, and made her drink it. He was completely unconcerned about her escape - and he was right to be. Whatever he had done to her, she couldn't get away, she had done her best to try and not even acquired his notice for her actions. "Master," she added to her command-induced words, absent-mindedly, getting rewarded for it with another dose of pleasure that helped carry away any unpleasant thoughts about how hopeless her situation was.
"That's a good girl," Lee said. His fingers softly ran through her hair. She had been tempted so many times to just let him... to just give up... to just stop trying to fight it... what even was the point? She closed her eyes and tried to steel her will. He tugged on her hair, and she came all over again, her eyes going wide.
Lee had apparently gotten tired - which here, meant bored, not actually physically tired, he seemed to have endless endurance - and so he'd laid down on the bed and ordered her to straddle him, her thoroughly-used pussy teasing at his cock once more as she sat there, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't make her fuck him.
Not because it was unpleasant. Because it was pleasant. She didn't want to become this guy's sex pet. Or did she? Maybe she should just give in, after all. "Fuck yourself on my cock," Lee said, in a lazy tone of voice, his hands behind his head. She didn't have any choice: her hips were literally moving on their own, her pussy sliding down his fat, massive cock, making his whole length disappear inside her as she closed her eyes and lost all awareness of the world beyond herself, her sex the only thing that existed as that hard cock was forcibly thrust into her, again and again.
She orgasmed plenty in that position, of course. She always orgasmed a lot, with Lee. So fucking much. She had probably come more times in this one night than in her entire life up until this point - and she had been a horny teenager who masturbated at least once a day, if not more.
"My name is Jeanne, and I'm Lee's sex pet," she said, her cheeks still warm from the words. She was leaned over Lee, her sex squeezing his cock intermittently as she loomed over him, her pussy feeling so very good. She hadn't been ordered to say the words, this time, so they lacked the pleasant tingle of obedience that normally accompanied them.
"Oh, that's right you are," Lee said, grinning up at her. "Now, come give your master a kiss." She obeyed without even thinking of resistance, leaning forward to meet his lips with hers. It was hard to remember why she had even bothered fighting in the first place. It was so completely pointless, and her master made her feel so very good. Being his sex pet was way better than being a boy.
She had taken longer than Emerald, but I now had Jeanne Arc on her knees in front of me, her hands on her kneecaps, her eyes a little dizzy as she stared down at me lewdly. She was, in fact, my obedient sex pet now, unwilling and unable to resist my every whim and command. "Suck me off while I tell you the plan," I told her, and she nodded as she leaned forward, mouth opening wide to engulf my cock, completely coated with her pussy juices and some of my cum by this point. She just shivered in pleasure around my dick.
"I'm going to give you a preloaded cash card. You're to use it to pay for your living expenses until you can arrange to get fake transcripts. Then you'll go to Beacon and become a student there." She nodded around my dick, maybe even smiling with her eyes at the fact that her master was going to let her accomplish her dream. "You're also going to go back to your home and steal Crocea Mors. That'll be the last time you step foot in your home again." Unless I decided I was bored of the canon girls and wanted to fuck a whole bunch of sisters - which I very well might. She nodded docilely. "You'll leave a message, in your own hand, explaining that you're going to become a Huntsman, blah blah blah. You can do that, right? Your mother isn't some bloodhound who'll catch you sneaking in or out?" She shook her head around my dick, and I just grinned. "Good to hear, pet," I said, patting her head and leaning back.
Technically, I'd only ordered her to suck me off while I explained the plan. Since I had finished explaining the plan, there was no need for her to keep sucking me off. That didn't seem to stop her, though, which was perfectly fine with me.