Fools… All of them… fools.
Cinder Fall sashayed through the halls of Beacon Academy, past naïve students and the old dupes that passed for professors in her Haven Academy 'uniform.' In all actuality it was simply a transmutation of her Dust-infused dress, not that anybody could tell. As long as she avoided Goodwitch just to be safe, no one would ever know the difference, and she would be unrecognized. That was not to say that she went unnoticed though; she saw the way almost every head turned to stare – students, professors, male and female, it hardly mattered – it all brought a self-satisfied smirk to her face. Especially the fact that none of them knew that she was scheming to be all of their undoing.
As she returned by herself to the dorm that she and her cohorts had been assigned, she stretched out her arms and rolled her neck, releasing a flush of Aura to transform her dress back to its original vibrant red; little did the scheming vixen know that this most trivial of actions would result in she herself being brought to her knees…
It started as her arrogant swagger was interrupted when a single tendril shot out from the nearest vent in the floor, probing for the source of the Aura that the pyromancer had discharged, catching her ankle as she took a step toward the middle of the room, and the startled vixen toppled forward onto her knees and out of her glass slippers. The pyromancer's skirt flapped upward as she fell, flashing her deep crimson panties. The vixen's eyes flashed with anger as she caught herself and rolled about to face where she had come from and see what it was that had so insolently tripped her. Cinder Fall's eyes widened at what she saw.
That briefest, merest touch of the one extruding dark tendril had been all that It had taken to rouse the beasts complete and undivided attention, as evidenced by the writhing web of tentacles that had emerged from all the dorm's vents, curving towards her predatorily. The vixen clenched her teeth in angry defiance at the representatives of the creature that had dared to challenge her, "Disgusting beast…"
As she tried to get up and use dust to summon her fiery wrath to smite the presumptuous creature though, a tentacle that she hadn't seen shot forward from behind and took hold of her ankle and yanked backward, causing her to fall flat on her face. The pyromancer's flames went out, and by the time that she recovered her wits, each one of her wrists and ankles were bound separately, and she was being held up spread eagle.
The villainess scowled, though the beast's main body was nowhere in evidence, "I suppose you think this is all terribly fu-UGH-ECK!"
Cinder Fall's unimpressed retort had been interrupted by the tentacles that had slithered between her legs from behind, first pressuring her asshole through her panties, then, pressing firmly to her contours, slithered forward to tease her folds through the fabric, pressing to her so tightly that the blushing pyromancer's flaps parted around the member which as yet hadn't penetrated her, as though her body was trying to seduce the tentacle independently of her mind. It might at this juncture be of interest to consider the fact that scheming against the kingdoms of Remnant was a very time-consuming undertaking, and one not particularly conducive to social or romantic rendezvouses, thus, Cinder Fall, the sensual temptress and mastermind of the plot against Vale, had hitherto remained… a virgin – although her present foe would soon relieve her of that particular classification.
"S-stop touching me you s-scum!" She demanded, the threatening quality to her voice somewhat undercut by the way her words came between shallow gasps, "I will-,"
As if in a deliberate move to challenge her – a physical embodiment of the words 'you'll what?' – the tentacles suddenly bent her over and pulling her legs forward at once, binding her wrists to her bare knees, and hoisted aloft, Cinder was carried backward to the back of the room until she winced as she felt her ass and pussy pressed up against the glass of the dorm's window through her fine silk panties. The dorm window overlooked the campus' main courtyard, which was almost always abuzz with passersby, and her dorm was only on the second floor…
"W-what are you doing!? Release me now!" She demanded, a note of panic rising in her usually smooth and authoritative voice.
Instead, the creature began rubbing her most sensitive places against the glass, as if daring anyone below to look. As it continued puttin her on humiliating display, more tentacles reached up to her and forced her already low neckline down, exposing her ample breasts, which hung down from her suspended chest and swayed pendulously as the creature continued to work her pussy against the glass. Her bare mammaries slapped together loudly when her body jerked as a tentacle dove down her throat, instantly filling her mouth with its salty, pulsating girth, and she gagged as it kept right on going, yet her lips sealed around the member, involuntarily sucking it as it worked in and out of her mouth.
Eventually her rump was removed from the window and her limbs – while still tightly bound, were separated from each other as the creature spread her legs wide and pulled her lower body forward, perhaps so that she could watch past the unwilling tentacle blow-job she was being forced to administer as the thing despoiled her – her, Cinder Fall's – virginal pussy. Well she wasn't about to give it that satisfaction, so she concentrated as best she could with the tentacle in her mouth, focusing all the aura she could to shield her maidenhood as the fabric of her panties was pulled aside, and for the first thrust, it worked. The first tentacle that surged forward with designs on the vixen's virtue was rebuffed as though a magnet repelled by a similar pole, but all that momentum had to go somewhere, so it kept on going down between her legs until it sank into her ass, causing her whole body to jerk and her breasts to jiggle. The second attempt also failed, and this time the tentacle slid upward to strike her clit, causing similar writhing in the once-arrogant pyromancer. This time though, it learned; before a third attempt was made, it began to pound her ass like a jackhammer and rubbed her clit as though in an effort to set her bush alight, and by the time the third tentacle tore upward like a rocket to claim her, Cinder's will was overcome and her Aura flared up before all resistance bled from her limbs. As a consequence of this, and the Dust-laden nature of her every article of clothing though, all of her clothes ignited, and in mere seconds were reduced to ashes. Most of the creature's tendrils holding her instinctively recoiled from the fiery discharge, except for the one which had caused it, which struck Cinder not only with its own force, but with that of gravity as well as Cinder was released by all supports holding her aloft, save the tentacle in her pussy, at the precise moment that her hymen was broken.
"Ahhhaaahhh! F-FUCK!" She screamed as she was bounced and held aloft for several moments solely by the plundering member in her vagina, her juices spraying everywhere as the tentacle abruptly pulled out after bouncing her for the fourth time, leaving her to drop to the floor in a naked heap.
Trembling as she tried to get to her feet, Cinder used the windowsill to steady herself. Unfortunately – or fortunately, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it by this point – she couldn't stand all the way up, and her posture bore a considerable likeness to a presenting cat, a fact of which the tentacles hastened to take advantage. Instantly both holes were filled with four tentacles each, and the black-haired witch had her face and chest slammed against the glass pane of the window. Her breasts were pressed flat against the glass, and through a haze of pleasure she could see out of the corner of her eye that several students outside were staring up at her with mixed expressions of astonishment and desire – or at least, that was what she thought they should be feeling – that each girl below should wish that she were in her position, and that every boy would be fuming with jealousy at whoever the lucky bastard fucking the gorgeous Mistralian girl senseless was… Well… jokes on you all~
As the thrusting continued to intensify though, occasionally so much so that her feet would be lifted from the floor, Cinder dimly began to fear that the glass would break and cut her, so without interrupting a single pleasurable stroke, she languidly opened the window, and her upper body was instantly thrust outside as she hung on by the windowsill. Her lusty moans then became audible to everyone outside, and anyone who hadn't been watching the spectacle of her getting fucked like a dog certainly was now as her breasts slapped together and against her chest repeatedly in sync with the strokes. Then her hold on the windowsill gave out and she nearly fell from the window, but the tentacles caught her, swiftly winding about her legs, leaving her upper torso to dangle upside down while it finished fucking her. All those people watching… She was stark naked and moaning in unremittent sexual ecstasy whilst hanging out of a window in front of an audience of dozens. The dorm was dark and the drapes were partially drawn, so no one had any way of knowing that it wasn't Mercury, or that monkey boy she'd seen walking around, or even that fat lout Port who was doing this to her. All the information they had was that the beautiful Cinder Fall from Haven Academy was hanging halfway out of a window while some unseen third party railed her from inside the room. It was humiliating, yet as she experienced her second orgasm, she decided that she'd submit herself to the exact same public humiliation every day of the week if it could make her feel this good…
As her cum trickled down her stomach and streamed over her chin, the tentacles hauled her back inside and dropped her onto the floor again, her back to the wall just below the window. Her legs were once again spread more than ninety degrees apart, and as her vision once more cleared of blurriness, she saw something moving towards her. It was neither another tentacle, nor the source of the tentacles that had so thoroughly robbed her of her dignity. It had tentacles of its own to be sure, but all told, its bulbous main body was roughly the size of a cantaloupe… a black, slimy cantaloupe headed straight for her pussy…
Cinder thought to fight this final violation, and even gave a token effort to sway her hips in a pathetic attempt to avoid it, but it reached its goal nonetheless, and Cinder was set moaning afresh as it insistently rubbed and pushed itself against her folds.
"N-no…" She whimpered, all commanding presence forgotten as the first few of the smaller creatures tentacles entered her and pulled her lips apart, "No… Please... it's too big… It… it hurts! It hurts! Fuck, fuck… fuck Fuck FUCK FFFFUUUUCK!"
Cinder's labial flaps were slow to close behind this final invader as it burrowed into her pussy and wriggled its way up to her womb, leaving her to slump onto the floor. She could feel it moving around inside her, occasionally causing visible ripples and undulations on her otherwise smooth stomach, and as she looked up to the larger tentacles still present in the room, she utterly forgot all of her plans, as with one final moan before unconsciousness she uttered the words, "I am yours…"
So then, this latest lucky lady is actually the most requested thus far, and as I've always thought of her character as a somewhat haughty or arrogant type, I got to thinking about how I might best induce some humility –well, through tentacle-rape, obviously, but over and above that I thought that a little dose of public humiliation might tie it up with a nice little bow… Anyway, next victim? Emerald Sustrai – unless you all really want to see someone else get it first, but before we conclude, I have one thing further to ask. So, I know - this being a tentacle-rape fic and all – that realism isn't exactly of paramount importance, but that being said, I've been avoiding certain things until now… Things like nipple penetration swelling boobs… all things that happen in other tentacle Hentai, but aren't really physically possible without severe injury. That said, I'll put it to you: would you like to see that sort of thing and hand-wave a few more rules of the female anatomy? I guess what I'm asking here is if there's anything in particular that you all draw the line at, aside from say gore, death, and excrement - all of which I'm ruling out – but those aside, for me, sky's the limit as far as I can think of, so if there's anything you really don't want to see (or anything you really do) just let me know, and I'll make a note. Hopefully this way I can maximize the experience without throwing in any major turn-offs.