Yang was up. Her eyes had bolted open as she suppressed the urge to scream. She was going to get what she wanted today. She needed to get what she wanted today. After Nichol blew his chance and his load, she had been absolutely aching with lust, sex, want, passion, everything sans satisfaction. Quietly swearing to herself as she climbed out of bed, she remembered that she would have to wait just a little bit longer to truly enjoy herself. Quietly thanking her own thoughtfulness, she went over the plan she had devised for the hundredth time since a few minutes after Nichol, otherwise the only thing keeping her tamed for the moment. Quietly cursing his causing of an nigh uncontrollable hunger inside of her, she put her beginnings of her plan into action. Finishing with her prep, she went for the mirror once more after grabbing her outfit.
Yang's seething rage at her core turned to temporary joy as she eyed her reflection's top, the three buttons done up on her pjs straining against her massive breasts. After setting up her scroll to record, she utilized her best features, forcefully pushing her chest out and watched the cloth stretch further before a button popped off in the direct center. A soft diamond of cleavage was now set in between her two remaining buttons.
"Bippity."
Yang arced back, smiling coyly as her top continued to strain. With another pop, the top button of her pajamas shot off, pinging off the mirror as a more normal Yang level of cleavage became visible. Her substantial breasts continued to demand attention as she brought a finger to her lips to pose.
"Boppity."
Yang winked as she arced her back further, drawing her free arm back with her. With a final noise denoting the change, her cute and childish pjs turned into an open jacket, revealing her perfect breasts in their entirety as they lusciously plopped out. She giggled, eying the camera through the mirror.
"Boobs!"
Playful cuteness now done, Yang posed in the mirror as the recording chronicled her breasts bouncing and her mouth tasting moans. With a final wink, smile, and peace sign, she closed the recording and returned to her daily ritual. She brushed her hair out of her face before returning to applying the massive amounts of makeup she had done before yesterday. Today, she wasn't teasing nor being low key about her looks, so she again blew a shining crimson kiss as her mirror image, her blush idyllic and her eyeshadow smoky.
Yang liberally applied lotion to her topless self, running over her breasts several times to ensure perfection before sliding off her baggy pajama pants and going over her thighs, legs, knees, everything until running her fingers over her bare mound. She shuddered and bit her lip as she felt her fingers caress her core, but she knew she had to wait just a little longer to feel bliss. Sufficiently shined up, she picked up her outfit.
Yang pulled a black tank top marked with an afternoon sun over her head, pulling it down as far as it would go to cover most of her stomach. The shining yellow circle in the center of her chest was just enough to bring attention away from the two very visible points denoting her nipples without further inspection, or just enough to excite three men and appease one woman. Thinking about her previous escapades, she didn't bother putting on panties, as she had already lost three pairs thanks to Jack's beautifully violent ministrations, Ross' darkly passionate force, and Nichol's sad and only appeasement. Her plan meant she didn't require wasting more, anyway. She skipped straight to the shortest pair of white shorts one could own, almost painted onto her bolstered hips and showing off everything but the main event as they rode up to show off her perfect ass. A black choker and some dainty white shoes later, Yang cocked her gauntlets, breathing heavily from her lack of expenditure. She brought on a straight face and took a deep breath, trying to wait to go out with her team as patiently as she could.
Earning temporary relief from her burning by way of Jack and Ross' enjoyment of her outfit and a much lesser extent Nichol's, Yang prevented herself from shaking apart as BYRN departed for the town square once more. Pr. Ford again shook her head at Yang's minimal outfit, but again said nothing as she gave orders, not that anything of what she said would matter. She went off alone, leaving Yang alone with Jack as Ross and Nichol traipsed away. Before her giant male companion could say anything, Yang was furiously typing away on her scroll, her face full of anger.
"Yang, you ok?" Jack looked down at the angry tapping with concern. "You look... Intense. And you came back yesterday looking... Also intense. Did something hap–" The sentence was cut off from a blip on his scroll.
Yang looked up at him, suddenly smiling brightly, saying nothing.
Jack looked at Yang, put two and two together, then withdrew his scroll. "Oh... A message. From you. Now, what could it be?" He opened it, looked at the bubbly blonde and her tiny top, then confusedly reached into his back pocket. Yang giggled as he withdrew a small bit of glossy material and analyzed it.
Yang began sprinting in a direction, leaving Jack to fully understand what he held as he was left behind.
Jack looked up at the blonde trail Yang left behind as she rounded a corner, softly saying, "What is up with that woman?" His face was red as he looked back to the picture of her. In his hands was a print out of Yang, giggling, posing, and with one arm functioning as her only top. She was sticking out her tongue, taunting the viewer with the thought of her tits behind her arm. After sitting down and evaluating his life, Jack flipped the picture over and saw that the back had writing.
"Meet me at the broadcast station! XOXOXO" There was a bright red imprint of Yang's lips kissed under the words. Jack looked at the bottom, reading out, "PS, there's more where this came from! 3"
Jack took a deep breath, decided that this town was made to be destroyed and that was it, mysteries be damned, and started making his way towards the broadcast station, following the path he and Yang had taken a few days prior.
Ross checked his back pocket, withdrawing the photo Yang had left for him after getting her message. Along with the instructions on how to get to the broadcast station and the promise of more, Yang's image looked back at him, wearing crimson lingerie that hid everything it needed to behind scarlet lace, the rest being decorated by garters, thigh highs, and needless excess that made her look perfect.
Ignoring Nichol as he checked his scroll, Ross left for where he thought the station would be, taking zero time to decide that a broken city was already dead and gone.
Nichol checked his scroll, opening up the message from Yang. Still annoyed and ashamed at the events that had transpired yesterday, he followed her orders and withdrew his picture. He glanced over at Ross, or at least where he had been moments before. Now alone, he stared at the image of Yang approaching climax, her hand rubbing the front of her dress from yesterday. Tearing his eyes away from her moaning face, he flipped the picture and read his instructions.
"I got super horny thinking about you, so you get a second chance. Meet me at the library and I'll start this time, k? Maybe we could finish this picture? ;3 Don't start without me, lol."
Pride still a few hits lower than normal, Nichol went searching for the library, unhindered now that Ross had disappeared. He thought about how he'd have to find it as fast as possible. He couldn't keep her waiting after what happened yesterday.
Yang finished the set up she had started yesterday while wandering around the city, fixing the last few things in the broadcast station. Once she had given up on finding Jack and Ross, she devised a way to ensure she'd get what she wanted in the best way possible, and the ways to make it last. After finding several abandoned facilities she made great use of, she had planted her photos into the pockets of everyone's clothes, misdirecting Nichol for a bit to ensure her favorites got their turns first. She now sat on the abandoned news desk where she had first blown Jack, waiting for the first boy to come and play with her. She couldn't wait much longer.
Shuddering from the sound, Yang heard footsteps– heavy, weighty, several hundred pound footsteps that rocked through the halls of the station. They wasted no time getting louder and louder as they approached the news room, Jack clearly having remembered which room was important. Yang waved as his gigantic frame passed the door.
"Hellooooo~"
Despite knowing full well what coming to the station would entail, Jack stopped dead as he looked at Yang, seductively posing on the desk while wearing a bunny outfit, ill fitting one piece, picturesque fishnets, cute floppy ears and all. Her bust was more forced than held up, the chest part of her outfit struggling to contain her breasts, and most of her skin pouring out. Behind her was a rack of dozens of outfits she must have stolen from an abandoned costume shop, plus another rack full of vibrantly colored sets of lingerie. All around the blonde were the cameras of the broadcast station, fully functioning and capturing her waving her legs off the desk from every major angle.
"Everything's abandoned, so I hope you don't mind if I did some shopping!" Yang looked at the stunned Jack, beckoning him forward while barely able to restrain herself. "And I got all these cameras working. That way, you can watch me get railed ALLLLLL you want when we're done!"
Jack took in the scene before him for a moment, hesitating at the thought of a dozen cameras recording his time with Yang. He started not caring as he saw her writhe around, rubbing her thighs together and biting her lip.
"Please, hurry!" Yang begged, squeaking her words out. "I need you!"
Unable to stand not making the woman before him the happiest person on Remnant, Jack tore his jacket off before violent dragging his shirt off. Yang watched, amazed once more at his size, muscles, and thickness as his torso became exposed as he drew closer. Her panting audible, Jack reached her comparatively tiny frame and grasped her shoulders, vicing her body and staring directly at her gorgeous face.
"Please be rough!" Yang screamed with joy, eyes closed as Jack forced her shoulders into the desk with the weight of a building. She struggled, unable to move as the titan standing over her lowered his face to her side, taking in the scent of her hair before kissing her neck. Yang moaned as Jack caressed her collar, the blissful pain of his grip sating her want while also fueling her need.
Jack felt something he never had before, and that was the sensation of being forcibly picked up and lifted. Yang pushed his body off of herself, only to instantly flip positions with him; he now had his back to the desk while she stood over him. Her position didn't last long, as she just as quickly lowered to her knees, fiddling with Jack's belt on her way.
"MineminemineMINE!" Yang screamed internally as she tore Jack's pants and shorts down, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. Her buildup burned as she directed it into her mouth, choking on his girth. Struggling to breathe, her now teary eyes looked up and begged at Jack, demanding him to repeat his actions. Despite having what she wanted, she only felt her need to be satisfied grow.
Taking Yang's message, a shaky Jack gripped the long locks of blonde hair, pushing away the toy ears of her costume. Now on his third blowjob, he couldn't believe how fast Yang was going; even without his direction, she was forcing her mouth over his length, ten times faster than her previous runs as she ran her tongue over every inch. Rather than be seconds away from passing out, she pushed forward, accepting the entire erection into her, reaching past her mouth and into her throat as she squealed. Joy surged through Jack with every last bob as Yang let him drag her at his own pace, though her unending energy and seemingly lack of a need to breathe ensured he didn't slow down by much.
Jack took a final look at Yang's teary face before dragging her head to his crotch, letting her accept everything as he started flowing into her. Tears flowing and desire still unfulfilled, her burning never ceased as she swallowed everything after giving herself the space to do so. She wiped her lips and immediately wanted more, continuing to run her mouth over Jack. Taking all of his seed just made her shake even harder, the glorious taste not enough to sate her.
Sensing the futility of trying to recharge Jack immediately, Yang instead tried to cool her core by other means. Staring at Jack after standing, she slowly lowered her outfit, exposing her bountiful breasts in all their glory. "Why won't it stop!?" She thought, trying to distract herself with Jack's loving expression. Her tits shined with sweat and lotion, silky soft as always and now recorded from every angle as Jack stared. She fixed her ears before completely peeling off the one piece and showing her bare rear in the fishnets. She tapped her ass and begged him to spank her with nothing but her eyes. Pitch raising in her voice, Yang felt the sting of Jack smacking her as hard as his giant hand and monster strength would allow. "Let it stop, Jack!" Even filling the large man's need and earning her new handprint, she wasn't cooling off. She needed release, soon. Yang kept herself sane knowing that when she finally came, it would be immaculate.
Yang lowered her fishnets and stood before Jack, naked sans her ears. His cock twitched, still requiring more time. Even so, he sensed her unending fire and threw her to the desk, again pinning her. In the rough way she loved, Yang felt Jack's fingers enter her, filling her insides with his lust. She screamed in anger as she still felt unsatisfied; her joy made it clear she loved his work, but it wasn't enough.
"More! What do you want!?" Yang screamed at her body. Jack's touches felt amazing, but the end result was only more build up without release.
Yang threw Jack off of herself. Pouting and near screaming, she said, "You're gonna need to hurry up! I'm not done with you yet!" She was still shaking, her wet thighs proving her pleasure, but her body still refused to call it quits. She needed to feel more inside of her. She needed everything. She needed more to release the pressure everything was building.
"Give me–"
"Shut up!" Yang interrupted, shockingly harsh. Her face twisted with ecstasy as she toyed with her core, fingering her mound and moaning. "You get ready! I'm changing."
Yang disappeared behind the desk and started throwing on another outfit. Jack's arousal again started to rise as she came back in a lilac set of lingerie, her perfect ass hanging out of a thong while her nipples poked through a see through bra. Matching thigh highs defined her legs as gorgeous while tiny flowers decorated everything. She caressed herself, trying to hold her body together from her violent self protests. There was a hunger in her eyes, and she needed it to be satisfied.
Yang picked up Jack effortlessly, still panting as she dumped him on the desk in a sitting position. Seeing his erection start to rise again, she took it in between her fingers and started pumping beyond furiously. Jack quivered as Yang's handjob rang through him, again feeling the heat of her passion and the idyllic look of her in lingerie. Even freshly spent, looking at her craving face and her nipples poking out of the sheer material started bringing him back, if slowly.
Just as suddenly as she had started, Yang stopped jacking Jack off, nearly breaking her neck as she snapped it around. Listening intently and liking what she heard, she turned back and kissed Jack's cheek, seductively telling him, "You get ready. The fun can start soon!" She pulled his pants up and left him to feel his burning cheek.
"Jack gets to be first, but I NEED THIS."
Jack made as if to question the lingerie clad blonde before him, but stopped as the sounds of footsteps made themselves clear. Yang posed as she faced the door, molding her face into one of submission and tightening a hold on her body, looking as if she was humiliated to be standing in such minimal clothing. Jack felt himself recharge more at her image of weakness, but still accepted that he needed more time.
"So am I right in assuming..." Ross said, rounding the corner through the door before analyzing the scene before him. He looked at Yang, adorable and shy in her state of dress, then at Jack zipping up. "You know, I think I can figure it out."
Visibly struggling to breathe, Yang said, "It's your turn." She shrunk, her face blushing as she radiated heat. "Choke me." Her embarrassed demeanor shocked both Ross and Jack, but they nodded to each other to trade off.
"I'm a bit sad that I don't get you all to myself," Ross said, the repressed side he kept hidden starting to show. With a few motions, he readied his saber, looping the dangling rope in his hand. "But, come–" he demanded, lassoing his bitch with a practiced throw before completing with a, "–HERE!" Gasping with pleasure as the rope tightened around her neck, Yang choked forward, fixing her hair over her new collar as Ross tugged her towards him.
"Nghn..." Yang vocalized, struggling to do so. Like with Jack, her body refused to finish, but edged closer and closer. It became clear to her what needed to happen.
Yang fell to her knees as Ross yanked her to the ground. Jack looked on in what would normally be morbid interest if it wasn't so consensual, seeing the happiness being submissive brought the blonde.
"Call me a bitch!" Yang pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "Say I'm a whore!" Her words earned her another loop around her wrists, binding them behind her back and making her useless.
Yang resigned herself to suffering through the blissful buildup. "If I can't cum until that happens, then I guess I gotta make it as good as possible." Until she was penetrated, she was going to throw more fuel on. Ross unknowingly obliged.
Bending down ever so slightly, Ross' dark side whispered, "Do as I say and you get what you want, okay?" He looked up at Jack, lording his pet over him in an attempt to rub it in that he got the better end. Jack grinned, pointed to the pleading Yang, mimed a blowjob, and then mouthed, "Third time," holding up the fingers to further illustrate his cards to play. Ross responded by tightening Yang's collar, his competitive grin widening as she begged for cock.
Ross slowly undid his belt, slowly unzipping as he slowly raised himself up. Enjoying making Yang suffer by waiting, he backed into the wall, forcefully dragging her with him. "Take it, bitch," he said as he unzipped. Eyes widening and her movements muddled by rope, the blonde mewled as Ross lowered his pants. Jack didn't get the time to compare lengths before Yang wrapped her mouth around his erection, greedily taking it in in its entirety. He instead watched, aroused, as Ross grabbed Yang's head, stopping her blowjob in order to snip the straps of her transparent bra with his compacted saber. Her mouth now free, Yang looked up at Ross, begging like a dog, her tongue lolled out and pants coming from her. Struggling to be careful as he lifted her straps up and knifed them. Between moans and shudders, he managed, "Skanks like you don't need clothes. Let me fix that..." He grabbed the cups holding her magnificent breasts up and ripped her bra off, letting her boobs spill out. Yang cried from pleasure and humiliation as she was exposed, caught between shame and bliss.
Yang resumed sucking, licking, and pleasuring Ross, trying to quell the gluttony inside of her by letting him inside her. She felt hope as he stumbled through saying, "D-don't... s-swallow..." She hastened herself, going faster than she already had been, her tongue going over Ross in as much detail as Jack. She felt him start to shake and released his throbbing erection from her mouth. Closing her eyes and leaving her mouth open, she felt his hot seed douse her face as she tasted more of her desire. Still, she felt the unending pressure inside of her, leaving her unfulfilled at the prime level.
Having sensed the end result of Ross' demand, Jack provided Yang with a wet towel to wash her face as Ross released her collar and arm bindings. Spent, he left pleased to clean up as Yang decided she couldn't take any more. She made Jack turn away from staring at her bare tits as she went back behind the desk. Within seconds, she returned wearing black thigh highs, a dark micro skirt that did nothing to hide her canary yellow thong, black X pasties covering her nipples, and a matching choker. Her body vibrated with want, the flame inside her now more an inferno. Two events that had previously made her climax several times over individually now couldn't together, so she decided she needed the main event and nothing less, lest her heart burst.
"ItstimeitstimeitstimeIWANTIT!"
"Give it to me!" Yang demanded, eyes screaming as much as she was. Pulling fiercely at Jack's zipper, she lowered his pants and released his returned erection. With her blazing body temperature fueling her, she shifted her thong to the side, exposing her entrance as she straddled the large man underneath her. Jack backed further into the desk, breathing heavily.
Slightly scared but unable and unwilling to say no, Jack gripped Yang's shapely hips and directed her trembling form over his lust. What little poise she had left was torn from her as she was penetrated, her mouth wrenching open to let her scream bliss. Grip threatening to shatter Jack's shoulders, Yang was allowed to do whatever she wanted, squirming, fidgeting, taking in the feeling of her core being filled by the man's 8 inches.
"I love it I love it I love it," blurred through Yang's crimson lips as the pressure reached far beyond maximum, Jack getting her there with forceful pounding and heart filled thrusts. Wrapping her legs around Jack's waist, she allowed him to lift her, again swapping positions and putting her back to the desk. The infinitely happy blonde loosed her grip from his shoulders as her arms splayed out over the hard wood. Her breasts shook as Jack thrusted into her, over and over again before he forcibly stopped them. Yang bit her hand, nearly drawing blood, in order to keep her mind on the moment. Taking, or at least attempting to take one in each hand, Jack violently squeezed the beautifully soft skin, eliciting more muffled screams from Yang as he removed her pasties.
Jack looked at Yang's thrashing body, loving her every inch as his sweat mixed with hers. Nothing in the world could possibly be better than the sight of her perfect legs in her thigh highs, the sight of her sex as it was continually stuffed by him, the sight of her luscious stomach try to stay in one space from his thrusting, the sight of her beautiful, bountiful, bare breasts heaving as he violated them with his own two hands. Nothing could be better to capture on the dozens of cameras, save, of course, than that face she was making now that she had spit out her hand. Nothing could compete with the elysian ecstasy that matched her every scream and moan as his name rang out of her mouth. Grunting heavily, he hastened his thrusts, feeling himself reach the fraction of her level of high to finish.
"JACK JACK JACK JAAAAAAAA-"
With a final lasting squeeze, Jack felt the two pillowy globes shudder endlessly as Yang broke. Seed flowed into her, the feeling breaking the seal that she had been trying to break for what felt like forever.
"YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESSSSS!"
Yang stopped being Yang.
Yang felt what she could only describe as love.
Yang became pleasure.
With the pitch and voice to shatter glass, Yang finally managed to climax. The flow of Jack's cum inside of her core made her feel like she was flying, the momentous finish burned into the man's eyes thanks to her glowing white hair and her eyes shining brighter red than her lipstick. The hidden pressure that had built up since the moment she first got on the copter with BYRN shattered as she got the first taste of her true want. The multiple climaxes during her previous romps with Jack and Ross meant nothing to the divinity she felt now as Jack released from her, letting her ride her high for what felt like days. Blowjobs, titjobs, and especially the lacking handjob for Ross was nothing compared to pure, carnal, core filling sex. Even with the feeling of being fucked radiating through her body, she could only think of one thing.
"I want MORE."
Yang shot up, looking past Jack panting as he pulled up his pants and towards Ross, watching with his own unending lust towards her. If Jack had his turn, it was now his, and he took his message in stride as he removed his shirt. Yang ducked back behind the desk and went for her clothing rack as Ross high fived Jack, swapping places as the tall one went to clean up. Her breathing could be heard from anywhere in the station, the panting from being cum into breaking through the halls for anyone to hear.
Having learned from her time in the library, Yang returned in what she could only know Ross would like; whatever repressed sexual wants Ross' family kept him from experimenting with were allowed to take full control as she came back from her cobbled together changing room in light BDSM gear. Jack returned to view the blonde with a ball gag around her neck, waiting for Ross to put into her mouth. Her breasts threatened to burst right out of an impossibly tight bodice, made mostly of black latex while a section down the middle was completely transparent to show off the edges of her nipples. She had forgone panties, wearing a garter belt and nothing else to hold up stockings to emphasize her dripping sex. In her hands was a small crop, which she left on the news desk before turning and presenting her bare ass and mound to Ross. She also held her arms back and up, waiting for her toy to utilize the handcuffs she was wearing on her.
Struggling to keep herself together, Yang eyed Ross and begged, "Bind me up and use me!"
Ross hesitated, his returned erection clearly visible after watching the blonde before him take a load from Jack. With half a step forward, regular Ross rather than the one that enjoyed dominating asked, "Okay, I will, I promise, but I have to ask: where did you get all these things? I mean, I love it, I do, but frankly the amount of work this must have taken is absurd."
"How are you not railing me right now!?" Yang was somewhat impressed Ross had the mental faculties to ask a question.
Yang pouted due to having to wait to be entered again. With a lightly grumpy tone, she said, "After Nichol blew it, I had sooooooo much time to wander around. You'd be surprised how much stuff people just left here; a few broken windows later, and viola, here's every fetish you could want." She not-so-subtly wiggled her rear, still pointing at Ross with her sex presented. "Now, please; I want more!"
Ross, back to his carnal side, answered, "Good enough for me," as he unbuckled. Jack sat down in a spare chair, recording Ross release his erection inches from Yang on his scroll.
Taking a moment to take in Yang's perfect ass and wide hips, Ross decided to leave his mark, taking her crop and smacking her rear as hard as he could. When she screamed, he raised the ball gag and let her bite into it, silencing her cries of pleasure. Following up, he took her arms and forced them into her cuffs, locking her arms into the perfect position to direct her body into the desk. He lifted her useless hands, watching her huge breasts squish further as they were pressed further thanks to the table, further presenting her would-be privates. Shuddering ever so slightly from the feeling of control, Ross directed his cock into Yang, feeling her shake as her sex stretched. The girl pooled tears into the desk, drips of happiness wetting the cheek pressed firmly into the wood.
"Slut," Ross whispered, leaning into her ear. Hearing a moan in response, he continued with, "Whore. Skank. Toy. Mine."
While still not as large as Jack, Ross' length instantly made Yang scream as he coupled his penetration with his words, or at she least attempted to; her muffled voice hit the gag and diluted as she felt Ross thrust. His cock seemed to grow, stretching out her insides and filling her instantly, bringing her the same pleasure Jack did. Her body bucked forward, pressing her further into the desk she was bent over. More and more, over and over again, she felt Ross penetrate her, occasionally stopping for a moment to smack her with his crop. Every last motion built up that pressure from before, again igniting the blazing inferno that was waiting for the eruption; instantly, Yang was back to mindless as she felt that desire sear her hotter than any flame. Again, she needed release, though her wish had been granted only minutes before. More screams were blocked by the gag in her mouth, every one holding a note of bliss.
Yang continued to attempt crying out, failing each time as Ross continuing railing her into the desk. Eventually, he slowed down just slow enough to remove her gag from her mouth, freeing her to release her words as he released his seed.
Yang again stopped being Yang.
Yang again felt what she could only describe as love.
Yang again became pleasure.
"OOOhhh YESSS!" Yang yelled into the desk, spraying her lake of tears into the air as she felt Ross' cum flow into her. Again, her seal broke, letting her climax with the same force as before, the feeling not diluted at all by the proximity to her last momentous finish.
Ross' pants were the only thing Yang heard as her eyes unclouded, bringing her back from her paradise of pleasure with a faded scream of her own. He had left her insides and allowed her to melt into the desk after removing her cuffs, leaving Jack to prep for his next turn as he saw the blonde's face lock into her passion. She eventually saw a back and white figure steadily grow clearer, eventually clearing into a person.
"H-hi," Yang said, shakily. She stood up, covering her twice filled sex with her hands and letting Nichol come to terms with the fact that he had just seen her get filled while wearing latex. "Wanna wait a minute?" She smiled, cocking her head to the side.
A limp Nichol stared at Yang's hands, still taking in the fact that she was bottomless. His eyes drifted back up and muttered, "Okay." After receiving his text and reading the photo's message, he found the library, a pair of ruined panties, and another photo of the blonde's ass in a thong that told him to go to the broadcast station.
"Yeah! Everyone's here!" Yang said in her saccharine cheer. Her voice was the same as her overly cutesy persona she had on since the first day, rather than the out of breath gasps it should have been. She was glad she had made Nichol loop around, her insurance to hold him off until she had started with Jack and Ross having worked perfectly. She didn't feel bad about leaving him to himself after prematurely firing off, but three was better than two now that all bets were off. She giggled at his shock, still refusing to let him see anything just yet, though. "Don't start without me!" She sidled over to where her racks of stolen goods were and changed, leaving Nichol to look at a shirtless, satisfied, and smiling Jack.
Jack flashed a thumbs up, saying nothing to Nichol.
Yang returned wearing a cute little black dress and a cute little black bow, the picture of adorable and alluring as she lifted up her frills to show off everything but the main event. She fringed the edges of her dress around her sex, letting Nichol see her glistening thighs but not her bare mound. Without effort, she inched up to him, pecked us nose with a kiss, then picked him up and carried him to the desk, right under every camera. Positioning him with his back against it, she sang in her sing-songy voice, "Jack~ Come over here!"
Not questioning anything, Jack got up from his seat and let Yang position him in front of her face as she bent over. Looking back at Nichol, she smiled, giggled, and spanked her butt, telling the silver haired man that it was time to make up for yesterday. He unbuckled his pants, shaking with anticipation as he lifted up her dress.
Yang winced with pleasure as she was entered for the third time. After the initial pain, her walls again felt like they were being stretched to the max, the smallest member of BYRN still managing to absolutely stuff her. She welcomed the searing pleasure as her pressure shot up again. Wanting to build it up even further, she lowered Jack's pants in between thrusts. Holding tight to his waist to keep herself up, she enveloped his erection with her mouth, stuffing her face as much as her sex.
Yang's life became pleasure as Jack thrusted forward, sending her back and choking her with his massive erection while Nichol sent her straight back, pushing forward and looping the train of cocks inside of her. Ross came back from his clean up to witness Yang being doubled teamed by their team members, Jack filling her mouth while Nichol stuffed her insides.
The beautiful blonde bimbo heard a high five above her head as Jack and Nichol watched her writhe with pleasure. Nothing felt more blissful than pleasuring the two of them while another would be next to join when one finished. Jack again let her feel the loving pain of having her hair pulled while Nichol had found his way to her dress, pulling it away to expose her huge breasts in order to play with them. She felt hotter than the sun, the heat from her unending pressure threatening to blow once more. She felt both men inside her speed up as she was thrusted back and forth.
Yang stopped being Yang once more.
Yang felt what she could only describe as love once more.
Yang became pleasure once more.
Yang swallowed endless amounts of Jack's cum while the same amount of Nichol's filled her insides. Muffled screams broke past Jack's cock as Yang climaxed again, stuffed from both ends. She climbed up Jack's chest after he released her, managing to stand on trembling legs with his assistance. Loving lilac eyes looked into his as her sonorous words rang out after she finished swallowing all of his seed.
"Let's keep going, okay?"
BYRN spent hours in the broadcast station, taking turns taking Yang, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs, sometimes giving up and watching her masturbate to give them all time to recharge. Yang never stopped wanting more until the last minute, unable to count the number of times she had finished. An infinite number of climaxes, a hundred outfits, and several trains run on a loving bimbo later, four absolutely exhausted students students got dressed. They collected the dozens of recordings of Yang's begging, choking, finishing, bucking, everything, and attempted a clean up, trying to remove the scent of sex off of them. Eventually managing to appear presentable, the team returned back to the town square and met up with Pr. Ford, none the wiser of their abandonment of the mission. With the excuse of a large Grimm battle to justify the sweat and lack of info collected, BYRN returned back to their lodgings after being told there was no point to staying any longer. The team would be sent back to Beacon the day after tomorrow and the reason for the fall of the city would be decided based on the documents that had been collected.
Yang was the first to shower once the team had got back. Washing off the liquid lust of three different people from her body, she smiled as she felt herself cool and stay cool. The heat inside her was gone; she was satisfied. She thoroughly cleaned off her body, getting every inch that had been willingly violated and ensuring she wasn't missing anything. She stepped out wearing a bright orange tank top marked with her flame symbol, black short shorts, and to the surprise of everyone, a noticeable but conservative black sports bra. To the continued surprise of all four of them, it fit.
Yang enjoyed the night with BYRN as herself. Her body no longer craved anything, her clothes returned to fitting, and aside from a few missing pairs of panties, Yang was back to normal. She unashamedly watched the videos of herself getting screwed, knowing that it was her, but also somehow not. She planned to spend her last day with all of them tomorrow as a person rather than an object, hanging out as friends that happened to share a hell of an experience. She was happy.
"Hey, guys," Yang started, giggling to herself after reviewing a scene of what was at one point her. Once she had all of the soon-to-be-dissolved BYRN's attention, she laughed out, "That was quite the Yangbang, wasn't it?"
There was a three layered groan followed by laughter from all four members of BYRN.