Helpless Child
Tsk.
Tsk.
Tsk.
Weiss opened her eyes. Her limbs felt like marionette's: loose, lifeless, wooden. She was on all fours and a long chain came from a rough rawhide collar latched tightly on her neck.
Tsk.
Tsk.
Tsk.
'What the hell...?'
Weiss tried to paw at the collar which was chafing the tender skin of her neck. In response, an abrupt yank shocked her out of her current action and her eyes shot upward. Fog cloaked her surrounding but there was a silhouette in the distance. Loud, cavernous footsteps echoed in the foreign environs from what seemed to be everywhere.
"Who-Who's there!" she cried out into the open space. The figure emerged but not before another anguishing pull of the collar. "Fat...ther..." was all the heiress could croak from her constricted throat. The man smiled. The cold, calculated, almost condescending smirk of the head of the Schnee Dust Company. "Fucking dog!" The bottom of a thick boot collided with the top of Weiss's head causing her to bust her lip on the ground and a near broken nose from the sheer force. The look on the man's face shook the normally unflappable Ice Princess to the core. It was a look of unbridled aggression, fury and the sadistic desire to crush. To dominate. To own.
"Dogs don't talk. They whimper. They beg. They eat their shit and get beaten accordingly."
Weiss shook, afraid to anger him further. She was so proud. She made a pitifully whimpering sound that was barely audible from behind her bloody, clenched teeth. Another onslaught of aggression found her now being hoisted up by her hair until she was at eye level with the man she so feared. It was harrowing. The girl wasn't used to such treatment. What brought this on?
This isn't real, Weiss. This is a nightmare. This isn't real. Wake up!
But if this is a nightmare what had been ...those things that tore into her so many times? Being ground up inside, churned, and giving birth to abominations... And worse she liked it...
Her father seemed to have read her thoughts and his brow furrowed until veins began to pop out at his temples. His lips curled back into a feral snarl, giving him a demented wolf-like appearance. The fog was beginning to thicken and the hue darkened; Weiss started to cough as if something was slowly corroding her lungs.
"That's all you got for me? I hear you scream for you little friends. Every time one of those things enters you, you shriek and a little squeak is all you've got for Daddy?" The crystalline doll couldn't speak; the coughing became a hacking with black bile oozing out of her teeth, which she was clenching so hard that she thought they would crack and shatter into pieces."I'm ashamed of you. You aren't fit to carry the Schnee name. You bitch." Her father hissed. "You whooooore. You fucking piiiiiiiig." Tears were leaking out of the heiress's beautiful periwinkle eyes. She felt disgusting. She felt like a failure. Scum. She was scum.
This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real, isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't-"A searing pain came from behind and Weiss bellowed in pain. He had forced his girth into her anus, un-lubricated and at her most tight. However, her core had other ideas - It had been growing slicker and hotter with every passing denouncement and form of abuse thrown at the young Schnee. Consciously, she was screaming for him to stop. She was his little girl. Demented pig noises came from the sulfur fog in the tones of all her friends and family in hushed, patronizing whispers.
Father, I obey you. I'm weak; take what's mine. Beat me to death. Father...I want to be my mother and your child in one. I want to burn what's in the oven and then stick my head in so I can join it. Rape me and take what's mine. Take my pearl.
A scream was rising up, higher and higher, and had been her whole life; she was crying and shrieking and begging and laughing and then...
Silence and darkness.
Something was moving in the darkness. Or perhaps someone...
Weiss was spread-eagled in the middle of the room. The tentacles formed bonds that held her down...not that she was fit to struggle anyway. Freud would have a field day with what had just transpired in the mind of the girl. Blake Belladonna's eyes were a deep amber hue that resembled honey and urine. She was still feral despite all the times she took and was taken. Black tendrils that formed her ribbon fell away to reveal her feline ears.
Yang appeared from the left of her. Her eyes were blood red. The color of blood. The color of the murky river from within her torn folds.
"Weiss." It was a soft voice she had come to love. She laughed as she looked up into the silvery-crimson irises of Ruby Rose.
"Et tu?"
No response. The tentacles rose from her lover with the awe-inspiring grace of a tsunami. A crack of lightning illuminated the growing monstrosity and with the roar of thunder came the first blow of the black slimy whip against her nubile body. A yelp came from her body and with the harsh, almost biblical, torrent pounding away at the windows, the tendrils and tentacles began to whip, penetrate and degrade the Ice Princess with the ritualistic severity of an ancient bloodletting rite. Ruby positioned herself at the entrance of her lover's pussy and held her hips as she thrust into Weiss's warmth. The scarlet hue had taken over her iris completely and a unhinged cry came from the redhead's lips as the sensation of savagely stabbing into the tight abyss betwixt Weiss's loins proved near transcendent in sensation. Weiss herself foamed from the mouth as all parties present began their wild ministrations of her at once. Yang wanted her ass, the next best thing, and shifted her sister some to gain access to the tight hole. She eventually got what she wanted and began to pound away with reckless abandon. Blake immediately went for her mouth; she stood over Weiss' s face and plowed into the recesses of her throat, revealing the moistness and suction. The Faunus lasted only about a minute until the sensation made her wildly orgasm, jaggedly pressing Weiss's mouth to her crotch until each bit of seed was spent. Still, she was not done; working on the heiress's ample breasts were of the topmost priority. The thunder and lightning along with the growing maelstrom of rain brought a frenzy to the group as they all feasted on their teammate like vultures... The tentacles continued to whip her rear and the rest of her body senseless.
A beating would do me some good...
Weiss saw a bright light wobbling at the end of a long corridor. It came to her agonizingly slow but with it came a rising wave swelling within... The light approached faster and faster; she had to cover her eyes...
Impact.
Her father looked her dead center in the eyes. "Cum, you fucking filthy mutt." And is if a snap of the fingers, Weiss's lower orifices got tighter as her body arched as if it were a bow bent by the nimble hands of seraphim and she let loose the shrillest cry of her life thus far as the walls of orgasm detonated all around her. Ruby and Yang were nowhere near done but the sudden feeling caught them by surprise and hit them with the impact of a freight train.
A fountain of semen erupted from the tentacles and tendrils coating the heiress from head to toe; Ruby let loose all she had into the Schnee progeny with a rapturous cry before collapsing on top of her; the others had fallen in a circle after spending themselves in (or on in Blake's case) their usually sharp-tongued teammate.
The room fell silent save for Weiss's heavy breathing and the slithering darkness, receding elsewhere.
Father...Thank god you never knew, the things that I've done. Thank god you never saw, the person I've become...
Alright, I know I said Monochrome was next – and I'm working on it – but once again I've received a chapter from a reader – this time from one Hana Kafuka – and I'd say it's an excellent bit of Freudian nightmare imagery, so here it is. It also fits rather nicely in that Weiss is going to be asleep for the start of the Monochrome chapter, so there's that. Big thanks to Hana Kafuka for this somewhat darker, more angsty entry, and I hope you all continue to enjoy.