Yang was up relatively early. She had learned after day one that she didn't require an exorbitant amount of time to get ready after spending nearly an hour taking pictures of her boobs more out of a lack of anything better to do than any sort of desire. She planned on sharing those pictures with everyone soon enough, then maybe putting on a show and taking more with an audience, but she had a job to do in addition to the job she wanted to do. She rolled out of bed and removed her top. Not skipping a beat after giving a very early morning blowjob, she made for the sink and cleaned her face, only to begin caking it in makeup. She felt Jack's cum resting in her stomach as she powdered up, the amount filling her to the brim and reminding her of how good it felt when she accepted it into herself. Once again, she blew a kiss at her topless reflection after turning her lips crimson, finishing her beautification and moving on to her breasts.
"Hmm. They definitely feel bigger..." Yang tapped one of her breasts up and giggled as she watched it bounce and jiggle. Her nipples were already erect, but she couldn't tell if it was because of her day with Jack, her morning with Jack, or her upcoming day with whoever Ford paired her with, hopefully Jack. "So PERFECT." Yang recorded a video of herself bouncing up and down on her heels, listening to her soft skin slap together in a glorious sound. "Ugh, I want to get screwed right nowwwwwww." Yang cursed the hours she couldn't have a member of BYRN all to herself. She pouted as she looked at the boys sleeping, two blissfully unaware of her unending desire for cocks, and dreaded every moment until they broke into teams. "Well, at the very least I can tease them until then."
Yang finished massaging lotion all over her breasts and stomach until she was flawless. She covered her nipples with a finger each and pouted at herself, loving the image she was presenting of hesitant but more than willing to do anything. She eyed the mirror, looked at herself from a few angles, then decided that she would look really good with a ponytail. Using one of Blake's bows, she wrapped her copious amounts of hair up and let it loose behind her, keeping her bangs in front of her face and giving herself a facsimile of black cat ears behind her head. Rummaging around in her pack, she picked out her outfit for the day; in a few moments, Yang was dressed in a black leather jacket patterned with flames, unzipped and furled out to show off the neon orange bikini that was her only actual top. Her enhanced chest, as always, was more than prominent and showed off her immaculate cleavage, as well as a reasonable amount of side boob and just enough under bust to be considered appropriate, at least for one with a legacy like hers. As expected, and confirmed with a jump, the bikini did less than nothing to hold her breasts back, the orange cloth jumping around and barely keeping up with her nipples. Her shining smooth stomach was also in full view, her pants dropped low to show off her abs and the beginnings of her waist. Clutching impossibly tight to her wide, wide hips was short, short jean shorts, covering her rear and nothing more, the pocket lining reaching further down than the important parts as a belt strained against her thick hips. Asymmetrical black stockings hung further up one leg that the other before falling into a basic pair of active wear shoes. Yang put on her gloves and Ember Celica and looked one last time at the mirror, admiring her lush lips most of all. She readied her shot gauntlets, cocked them, giggled, then cocked them several more times as she thought of herself pumping Jack's cock with her mouth both yesterday and only a few hours ago. She rubbed her stomach and licked her lips, still dreaming of the taste of the large man's seed, wanting more as soon as possible, plus whatever Ross or Nichol had to offer.
Again finishing early, Yang spent only a few minutes that morning taking topless selfies, lifting her bikini top and bouncing for her scroll, before the rest of BYRN decided to wake up. A considerable amount of Nichol's lewd flirting later, the team was again standing in the square of an abandoned town, ready to be divided off into pairs by Pr. Ford.
"I'll go with Yang," Nichol said, raising his hand and side glancing the blonde in question as she made no attempt to listen to either the silver haired flirt or the crimson headed professor and instead mindlessly blubbed about nothing, blankly looked at nothing, and disinterestedly thought about nothing.
Ford, looking angrily first at Nichol, then disapprovingly at Yang's state of dress and her ditzy behavior, replied, "Ross? Why don't you or anyone else go with Yang? There should be records somewhere, and Grimm seem to be collecting to the south of here. It's probably nothing, but worth looking into."
"Understood, Ma'am," Ross nodded, overly stuffy in Yang's mind. She again thought of Weiss and her formalities. She thought of her guzzling cum like she had and shuddered, wanting to make her do so.
"It'd be soooooo good to see an heiress like her on her knees... Aww, if only he was a Faunus... Papa Schnee would be soooooo happy to hear about that."
Yang shook her head and returned to the world before her as Ross beckoned her to follow him, a bit confused at her lack of attention at anything. Obediently, she skipped over and began trailing him. She waved goodbye to Jack as he and a dejected Nichol walked in the other direction, the titan grinning at her over what she could only assume would be his knowledge of her naughty intentions. She had hoped her first choice and still favorite wouldn't be disappointed to know that he wouldn't be the only one receiving her in some fashion, and it appeared he at least had an inkling.
"Don't worry, sweetie! You'll always be my favorite." Yang knew that there could be no possible way either Ross or Nichol could compare to Jack's length, acceptance of his presents, and his ferocious counter to her blowjob. He was her favorite at the beginning solely of his massive size, but she reaffirmed her choice when she first had him in the broadcast station. She almost came again as she thought of him pinning her down and fingering her until she couldn't have even attempted to think. "So powerful... I'm so weak and it feels great." Even if she had wanted to– and there was no part of her that wanted to– it would have been impossible for her to escape Jack's pinning of her to the bed. The fear she felt of being dominated obliterated the second she learned what it being, "her turn," meant, and she loved every second of it. She really hoped that Ross or Nichol could be inventive enough to pleasure her even close to how Jack did.
"Yang? Yang!" Ross interrupted Yang drooling over her early morning romp as he waved his hand in front of her face. "We're supposed to be looking for info and finding Grimm to thin out. Are you with me?"
"Yes, Sir," Yang responded, making Ross' title as saccharine as possible.
"Huh?" Ross recoiled a bit at being called, "Sir." He looked annoyed at Yang, who had a sweet smile that never left her face, her lips burning red. "Look, why don't we check if there's a library and see if we can find anything?"
Yang put a finger to her mouth, gears almost audibly turning as she thought. "What are we looking for again?" She put her hands up and shrugged. Ross looked disapprovingly at her, but quickly switched priorities as he spied movement.
"Forget it, we've got company," Ross stated, facing away from Yang and towards an encroaching Ursa as it shuffled out of an alley. He held out his arm in front of her chest as a safeguard and drew his saber with the other: the golden blade twinkled as matching loops of bright rope dripped down from the basket, swinging idly by before unfurling to the ground. Yang made no attempt to ready herself, but stepped forward until Ross' waiting hand touched her considerably exposed breasts. "Ahem... Pardon me," Ross stuttered, turning red as he withdrew his hand.
Ross grabbed the trailing rope loops from his sword and began swinging it, ready to lasso the Ursa as it ducked its head. The towering shadow kicked up and launched forward at Ross, only catch air as he dodged. The Ursa turned to face Yang, who cowered behind her gauntlets and screeched. Ross yanked his rope with full force, pulling the bear after having unknowingly trapped a hind leg when it had jumped. It toppled into a heap, still clawing at Yang to no avail.
"Stupid beast," Ross spat as he casually crossed over the Ursa's back, stomping over it and maintaining his balance as it thrashed. He used his rope to tie the rest of the limbs together until all the Grimm could do was struggle. Kicking it the face, he calmly transformed his saber into a shining bladed pistol and unloaded it into the bony mask several times. The Ursa went limp before dispersing, and Ross pulled on his rope, instantly bringing the now defunct loops to his hand, curling them around his saber.
Yang excitedly jumped up and down, sending her breasts everywhere as she bounced her arms to match, evoking a cheerleader with shotguns rather than pom poms. "Goooo, Ross!" She smiled as she saw Ross meekly rub his cheek, flustered by his sudden cheer squad. "That was so cool!" Yang meant it, but not in anywhere close to the way it sounded like. "I want you to tie me up like that! Like an animal! A stupid animal!"
"You could have helped," a now decidedly annoyed Ross directed at Yang, his mood only somewhat positive because of her boobs, which threatened to escape her bikini. "C'mon, we're almost there."
"Yes, Sir!" Yang exclaimed, again knocking off Ross' smile.
"Quit calling me, 'Sir.' Go and check out a few rooms for any materials on Grimm movement," Ross stated, sufficiently pissed off and facade of formality fading. "Nichol and... Well, I found some things about a company that seemed a bit suspicious yesterday, so look out for Chalk White Building Company."
"Anything you say, Master." Yang's eyes sparkled.
"Excuse me?" Ross looked angry. "Master?"
"Yes, Master."
"What? Wha... I don't exactly know who you think you are, but just because I come from a big name family, doesn't mean I'm some lord or something." Ross angrily motioned to his spectacularly crafted outfit, signifying his status in the upper class. "I worked hard to get where I am, so don't think I'm some kid resting on status, understood? Do not call me, 'Master,' ever." Ross looked furious, a strand of perfectly placed hair falling from a hair decoration. "And you can fight, too. Don't pull that, 'girls need protecting crap,' on me. You're a huntress."
"Yes, Master! Oh... Oops..." Yang shrunk, sadly diminishing her presence thanks to her blunder.
Ross glared daggers at her. Eventually, he forcefully stated in a shockingly high class manner, "Well, why don't you go find a quiet room and then kindly go fuck yourself!" He stormed off into the library without waiting for a response.
"Forget that she's hot as hell, she's useless and rude..." Ross reasoned as he shuffled through a busted door into an office. He shot a few more rounds than necessary into a Grimm Creep as it tried to scurry away, and started looking into the history of a building company that he thought had a surprisingly lucky fallout right before things went down in the city they were investigating, plus anything that might shed light on how the Grimm were able to take it over. He rifled through files, grabbed the relevant ones, and moved on, effortlessly dispatching more Creeps as he looked around.
After a few minutes, Ross exhausted his office and made his way into the library proper, dragging his hands across book after book. He stopped as he heard a faint panting a few shelves down, marking the presence of more Grimm. He readied his weapon and began sidling the shelf, checking the corners for signs of shifting shadow. He silently slunk off the bookshelf and pounced to the aisle producing the noise. His eyes widened and his arms went limp as he nearly fell over backwards.
"Yang!? What the fuck!"
Ross looked down at Yang, sitting with her back to the shelf, her jean shorts off to one knee, her legs spread wide open, her hands in a pair of bright purple panties, and her bikini raised to expose her perfect breasts. She screamed and shot up, only to nearly fall over as she climaxed, her panties wetting as she shuddered. She recovered and feebly tried to cover her massive boobs, leaving her shorts to fall limply to the floor. She stood, still shaking, squeezing her breasts to offer zero coverage, and with her panties on full display as she shuffled her legs around. Her face was bright red, both from fulfillment and humiliation as she pouted at Ross. She said nothing, but continued shifting her legs, trying to cum again.
"Wha-? Why? What? Yang, what the hell are you doing!?" Ross fought himself before covering his eyes and letting Yang lower her bikini top. She made no attempt to lift her shorts, and remained in her dampened panties.
Yang looked confused as she replied with, "You told me to."
"When did I? What?" Ross' jaw dropped as he figured out how Yang had taken his suggestion literally. "Why would you do that!?"
"Because I'd do anything you say, Master." Yang slacked her posture and lowered her hands, edging against her panties.
Ross looked dumbfounded. It took him a minute to process before saying, "...What?" He blinked several times.
"I said I'd do anything you say, Master."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Yang launched forward, almost angrily, before tripping on her pants. Ross caught her, only to nearly drop her as she stared up at his face, pure want in her eyes. "I'm a toy. Play with me!" Ross released her and fell back onto a table littered with books.
Ross stuttered several questions as he looked up and down at Yang. After wiping sweat from his brow, he managed a weak, "Anything?"
Yang smiled and said nothing, hands still hovering around her waist.
Ross held back, his face full of disbelief. Here he was, standing amongst famed literature he could not care less about as quite possibly the most sexually appealing girl he had ever seen was standing before him, ask– begging him to order her around. He gulped, sweat pouring down his face and shattering his look of a calm and collected gentleman that always spoke in a careful cadence. His rehearsed voice instead stuttered and spat as he said, "Jump."
"Okay!" Yang shouted enthusiastically. She lowered her arms and leaped in the air after kicking off her fallen shorts, taking a cheerleader-esque pose as she hung for a split second, cheering on Ross and his command. Like earlier, her breasts threatened to leave her top, again exposing her nipples like a minute ago. She hit the ground and looked expectantly.
"M-more. Don't stop." Ross sat up from his lean, growing more confident as he realized Yang would do anything, as she was told. He placed his weapon down and placed his hands on his lap, covering his quickly rising erection.
"Yes, Master!" With her words, Yang jumped up again, sending her breasts everywhere. She landed, continuing to jump without pause, taking a new pose each time. Her ponytail bounced along with her boobs, mimicking the jiggle only with hair rather than skin. Yang kept jumping in place, her bikini struggling to serve a purpose as it lowered and raised, the blonde alternating between looking at her chest and making kissy faces at Ross.
"Put your hands by your side." Ross was commanding rather than questioning, finally understanding his position.
Yang followed the orders, but asked, "Can you tie them up? I want to be helpless."
Ross shakily stepped forward before forcibly turning Yang around, tossing her like a doll as he bent her over. He grabbed her hands, held them behind her back, and looped a length of rope around them, preventing her from moving them. She turned back to face him and kept jumping, stiffer, but bringing out her violently moving chest even more with no way to restrain them.
"Faster." Ross' desire started to seep into his voice, along with his eyes. He looked violent as he watched Yang's top torment him. His pupils followed the bikini as it went up and down, up and down, never stopping their vigil.
Yang hastened her jumping, rapidly bouncing as she giggled like a child.
"Oh! Mmph..." Yang struggled to move her arms as the inevitable happened; her breasts broke free out of her bikini as it sunk, her tits bouncing freely in their massive soft perfection. Yang's face turned from excited and joyous to horrified the second she noticed her boobs fall out of her top, squirming in an attempt to free her arms and cover herself. As she was tied, nothing could or would prevent the man before her from taking in her flawless pillowy skin, her cute pink nipples, or the luscious bounce of her full chest. She said nothing, but visibly shook and audibly grunted and whined, her face full of regret and fully avoiding Ross' face. Her shame and exposure prompted him to slowly stand, the strain on his pants extensive to say the least.
"Look at me." Ross' voice fluctuated between quivering with hesitation to fierce and demanding. Yang locked her pouty lilac eyes with his burning red, ending her cycle of jumping. He reached out and lifted her chin, raising it to look closer at her face. "What do you want?"
"W-what?" Yang asked, still upset about her exposed chest.
"Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it?"
Yang shook her head clear of Ross' hand and raised her crimson lips to his ear, whispering, "I want you to use me to pleasure yourself." She kissed his face.
Ross watched as Yang backed up and started jumping again, bouncing her gigantic chest and moaning as he touched the part where she kissed. It burned with her heat. He decided that any angle she was working towards was worth it if he got to play with a toy like her.
"F-fine. Whatever. Now, what do you want?"
"I said I wanted you to–" a confused Yang asked.
"How can I make you cum?" Ross' words sounded almost like a threat.
Yang looked at him with distinctly puppy dog eyes. She completed the look as she stuck out her tongue and started panting shouting, "PLAY WITH ME," with desperation in her voice. She writhed in her bonds, shuddering with dissatisfaction. It was at this moment Ross noticed Yang's bow made her look almost like a cat.
"Got it." Ross stroked Yang's face and brushed her hair out of it. Yang felt a pulling at her throat, discovering it tightening as the red eyed man she looked into tied a collar of gold rope around her neck. He tugged, bringing her closer to his smug smile, full of dark lascivious intent.
"Tighter!" Yang said, breath hastening. "Hurt me! Use me! Humiliate me!"
Ross tightened Yang's leash and tugged on the makeshift collar, driving her over the edge instantly. Her eyes widened as they rolled upwards, driven mad by lust and lowered air. Her body rocked as she came, her knees buckling as she shouted in immediate pleasure. Ross slackened the rope the slightest bit and threw Yang onto the table littered with book he had been leaning on.
"You're just a slut, aren't you?" Ross whispered, leaning close into Yang's ear. "A whore? You must be why Jack was so smug... Well, you're mine now. Aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes, Master! Play with me!" Yang screamed as Ross roughly fondled her breasts as he shoved her into the table. Her eyes teared up as her volume raised, loving her time being used. Her arms, still bound tightly together, thrashed as Ross pressed into her, unable to do anything. "Hurt me!"
"Beg." Ross' single word was the peak of strength, resonating strength as he demanded his command be followed.
Yang finished again just by the tone Ross' voice rang with, further drenching her panties. He flipped her over, showing her breasts to the sky before hurriedly removing her bikini top, now at her curvaceous waist. She lay in her jacket and panties, looking like a dream.
"Hurt me! I want you to hurt me!" Yang begged as Ross pinned her shoulders to the table. "Slap me! Spank me! Bite me! Please!" Her arms hurt already, being forced into the table under both her weight and Ross' press. She wanted so much more. She bit her lip in anticipation, seeing the fire burn in his eyes.
Yang felt a beautiful sting on her face as Ross smacked her. Her legs buckled again as she begged, "MORE!" Her head followed the impacts left by a continuous attack on her face, a gloved hand hitting each cheek with only a brief pause in between.
Ross stopped slapping Yang, instead positioning a hand on the side of her head and lifted it, gently brushing hair out as well. He drew close to her ear and whispered, "You like this, don't you? You like being such a naughty whore. You deserved to be punished, right?" Dark side exploding out of his tone, Ross stared at Yang's joyous whimper, an asmodeus in his eyes. Lust practically shot off of him as he learned what it really meant to be in control.
"Punish me!" Yang excitedly agreed. "Do it!"
Ross again twisted Yang's body around, taking zero care in doing so as the blonde's breasts squished into the table. He lifted her bound arms, further placing her into the wood, then roughly grabbed the waist of her panties. With a wrench, he tore them upwards, changing then from cute and conservative into an artificial thong. The loud purple that once covered her perfect ass now wrapped upwards, exposing almost everything as it rode up. Ross near laughed like a demon as he saw a fringe of violet fold inward as he bent the begging blonde over, her panties being forced into outlining her mound due to the new tightness. He readied his hand into a open palm as he felt Yang shake and writhe.
Yang screamed with pleasure as Ross smacked her with all his might right on her ass, the clap resonating through the empty library halls. He followed up, spanking her harder and forcing her body forward over the table. He watched her flawless hips and impossibly perfect measurements writhe with every last smack, the sound deafening, but intoxicating. He kept going, not stopping until Yang's cries turned silent from lust. He let go of her quivering body, watching as she slowly drifted to the floor, sliding off the table. She fell back, her eyes empty and wet and her mouth open in a mewling cry.
Ross more picked up than helped Yang as she sprawled all over the floor, one arm lifting her shoulder while the other pulled at her leash, forcing her up. He leaned her recovering body onto the table and lowered her panties, exposing her dripping sex and further increasing her pleasure as he edged around her already stimulated core. All she had left on was her jacket and her collar, the rest bared for the formerly pompous man before her.
Yang caught her breath as the collar around her neck slackened. When she nearly fell again due to Ross' handle on her body, she begged, "Untie me! I wanna finish you!" She bounced, interrupting Ross playing with her breasts. She leaned forward and coddled his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder and her breasts into his chest.
Ross didn't or couldn't reply. He brushed his hands through Yang's ponytail, taking in her scent before undoing the knot around her wrists. Instantly, she pushed him with all her strength, giving her enough distance to drop to her knees in front of him. Before Ross could properly respond, Yang's hands were at his waist and undoing his belt, tearing the leather out of the loops on his dark pants. She tossed it aside and unzipped, lowering his pants and exposing his boxers, the elastic stretched to the max.
"Ohh!" Yang mumbled as she eyed Ross' bulge, the excitement of both ready to burst. Her expectations were right; he wasn't as big as Jack, but his commands and roughness definitely made him worth having. She decided that she could never reached that thrill of being absolutely stuffed with this one, so she finalized what she wanted as she lowered Ross' shorts. "Mmm!" Yang happily mewled as the erection was freed, six inches and ready to be handled. "Tell me when you're ready!"
Ross looked down at the woman on her knees before him and thought about how life was worth living and always would be, not saying a word. Yang's bliss was palpable, her lust seemingly endless and surpassing his own, even though it was his turn to be pleasured. Without being told to, he grabbed Yang's head and held it tighter than anything he had ever held.
Giggling like mad, Yang sat up, leaned forward, and squeezed Ross' erection between her unrivaled tits, her luscious skin flushed pale and unbelievably soft. Yang looked up at the man whose life she completed, her face blushing with unmatched joy, her voice struggling not to shout, and her aura radiating her desire for seed like a flame. Ross shook as he felt his manhood get enveloped by warm pillows, and again when he saw that face that Yang was making. It was perfect and pure, her fulfillment nearly achieved as she glowed with happiness.
Yang kept staring at Ross like doing so guaranteed her a life of pleasure as she gripped her breasts and shook. Ross felt Heaven as the blonde's idyllic chest jiggled with him in the middle of it, his erection being massaged by the absolute greatest feeling in the world. She bobbed her torso up and down, the want in her motions clear as day as she came again, a new puddle forming at her knees while more of her fluids costed her thighs. She screamed up at Ross, still holding her head and forcing glorious eye contact. He responded by thrusting, his erection breaching through her squished cleavage before he drew it back and repeated.
Now being pleasured by Yang's tits and his thrusting, Ross couldn't hold it in any longer. He opened his mouth, saying to that dreamlike face he deified, "I-I'm cumming." He focused his eyes on Yang's unending pleasure and released.
"Nngh!" Yang vocalized as Ross' tip breached in between her breasts, shooting out that warm white liquid she craved to feel all over. Her wish coated her chest, collar, neck, chin, everything above her breasts as it flowed out, the heat burning her like coals as she came again from the force and passion. Screaming in pleasure and near collapsing, she opted to continue rubbing her breasts around Ross, not stopping until every last drop of seed came out.
Once Ross pushed off, breathing deeper than a man that nearly drowned, Yang fell back, letting the cum on her face and chest sear with her want. She turned into a puddle as she lay spread out on the library floor, taking in the feeling of Ross' liquid lust and loving every second of it.
Eventually, Yang rose from her pleasure induced stupor and calmed herself. Still coated in numerous body liquids, she put her jean shorts back on, forgoing her now stretched-to-the-point-of-ruin panties. She and Ross found their way to a still working bathroom, where she spend copious amounts of time washing her topless body and flirting with her reflection. Once she was clean and rebeautified, she put her bikini back on, but not before having Ross take a few pictures of her perfect breasts. Though distracted beyond belief and usefulness, Ross searched the rest of the library with a bumbling Yang trailing behind him, returning to her status as a cheerleader.
After a lot of wasted time, Ross and Yang left the library with a few potentially useful documents and files. They reported their findings and compiled them with the rest of BYRN, eventually finding out that the outbreak could be tied to a company, or a person, or something else Yang didn't care about. She was too busy giggling at the looks Ross and Jack kept sharing before motioning to her, brothers in arms wordlessly discussing their time with the beautiful bimbo they now both had had the pleasure of having to themselves.
The team got back to their cramped room, Yang now laughing at the annoyance Nichol showed from Jack and Ross' newfound camaraderie. More cheesy movies, pleasure sessions in the shower, and an oversized orange shirt and nothing else later, Yang once again snuggled into Jack's chest, assuring him that he was still her favorite, even though Ross was only half a step behind. Half of her hoped that Nichol would have something worth having aside from unearned bravado, but the other half thought it was hilarious that he was so whiny about not having her as a partner yet. She'd just wait until tomorrow, where she hoped Ford would cave and let her test him herself.
Yang felt a sense of satisfaction with her sex for the first time in three days, the burning in her core cooled ever so slightly from her sessions with Jack and Ross. She smiled as she drifted off, still hinting to Jack at her lack of panties just because.
"I hope tomorrow is fun."