Warnings:
This fic may have themes that are found objectionable. Got a lot of non-con, mind-control, body modification, slavery, and lots of racism in here folks. If it's not for you, please click away.
Welcome to my newest RWBY fic. This one involving my finally taking my own spin on the Faunus slaves thing. Except this one involves actually getting them.
Uh... expect some dark stuff to start, guys. May get darker later on, too.
Hope y'all enjoy!
Chapter 1
He always loved how light she was like this.
With one hand around her throat, another below her hefty breasts, Jaune lifted Eve from the bed and dropped her down on his cock.
She gushed about his length, squeezing him like a velvet glove as the entirety of her weight was concentrated on her pussy. But she'd been wet and ready enough for him that he'd slid all the way in, bottoming out and brushing the head of his cock against her cervix on the first stroke.
But he still wasn't all the way in yet, and he knew she must've felt it, too, when she didn't feel the brush of his thighs against her asscheeks when he stopped.
"Ah…Ma-Master…" Eve gasped out, voice breathy, scratchy, tired. "P-plea-"
Jaune lifted her up then dropped her. She screamed. Her pussy clenched tightly to his shaft when his cockhead struck at the mouth of her cervix like it was the only thing keeping her standing. He felt her shudder in his arms, her frame shaking as she took big gulps of air to try and gather herself, her throat bobbing in his hand as she did so.
He still wasn't all the way in. Jaune could still feel the cool air around the bottom few inches of his shaft, especially with how wet he now was from her juices.
"Come on, Eve." He said, lecturing the faunus bitch while he took in the lovely smell of her scarlet hair as he brushed his cheeks against the back of her head. Roses really suited her. "You can do better than that, right? Let's try again."
His arm moved, releasing her torso and taking hold of one of her horns. Beautiful black things sticking out from the crown of her head. They were sleek and dark, elegant. It had been one of the things he'd found so beautiful about her when he'd first seen her.
Eve, unsupported, began to slip forward. Her weight sliding down the gentle hold he had on her neck and her pussy sliding off his cock as gravity did its work. Eve yelped as she fell.
"None of that now." Jaune's hand held tightly around her throat, keeping her up, enjoying the way her pussy clenched as she suddenly choked. "Stay here, Eve. On my cock. Where you belong."
And with one hand around her neck and another around one horn, he lifted her up before dropping her again.
Eve squealed.
His fingers were squeezed around the sides of her neck, putting pressure on her arteries rather than her windpipe. Jaune preferred doing it this way. The noises she made whenever he did this to her were far hotter than rendering her unable to speak. Of course, this did knock her out faster than cutting off her air supply did, so he couldn't hold this on for longer
Unless he wanted her unconscious, but not right now. Jaune wanted her awake for what was to come.
He lifted her up and dropped her again, relishing the sound of her squishy pussy and her beautiful voice. The pleasure, the pain. Pulling her up by the neck and horn he dropped her on top of his cock one more time.
This time, he didn't stop, starting a brutal rhythm of lifting her and dropping her, using the weight of her body to fuck her upon his dick. The force focused upon the back of her flesh tunnel with the force of a battering ram. Each subsequent drop was going deeper in, Eve's screams growing more pained each time.
Pulling against her throat, Jaune bent Eve backwards. The motion arched her back in a way that both made her look gorgeous and let her fat tits hang over the sides of her torso. Grinning, panting, Jaune took a deep breath of her hair as he continued the fucking.
She squirmed in his grip, her hips twisting to get away, but only served to give each thrust a different angle, a slightly different flavor of pleasure for him.
Under other circumstances, her arms and legs would have been thrashing about, pushing against his shoulders, his legs, to try and take some of the pressure off her weakening pussy. But she had no arms or legs to do that with. After all, they'd been amputated at the shoulder and most of the way up her thigh. The cow couldn't even right herself if she fell over.
Eve Taurus was a living, breathing cocksleave. A piece of meat with holes that pleasured her owner and could do nothing else.
And each time he dropped her unto his cock, all of her significantly-reduced weight was put on it, and his meat rod pushed that force against the entrance to her womb. Subsequent thrusts started to finally force the hole open, the ring of tightness sliding over the head of his cock just a bit before he raised her up and dropped her again.
He started thrusting up to meet her, too, amplying the force of his fucking even as he felt her start to grow limp in his grasp. Letting go off her neck, he moved his hand to grab a hold of one of her bouncing, bountiful, breasts. The fleshy things were large enough to let his fingers sink right into them, and he gave them a squeeze.
"I still remember… Ah… When you were still a leader of the White Fang's armies." Jaune reminisced, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of her cervix's firm flesh as he finally got the entirety of his cockhead into it.
"AAAAAH! CU-CUMMING!"
The squirming had turned into thrashing, her body locked in the throes of orgasm as her pussy clenched around him and gushed. Jaune held fast to her horn to keep her from throwing herself off his cock by accident. Eve fought his hold without meaning to, attempting to yank her horn from his grasp as she did so.
But Jaune didn't stop fucking her.
Moving his grip back to her neck, he lifted her again, forcing his cock out from her clenching cervix. The hole held unto him as she spasmed, not wanting to let go. Then he thrust himself back in.
"Oooooh… You were so different back then. A warrior. You'd fought against superior forces with your joke of a resistance and you wasted my time."
He could still remember her back then. She was a tall woman, standing over six feet tall and dressed in all black with the White Fang mask hiding her eyes. For a while she'd managed to terrorize the region she'd been fighting, causing trouble for the war effort, and even managing to make the faunus think they could re-take land on the mainland.
That ended when Jaune had come.
Now she was hardly a threat to anyone, soft flesh replacing the hard-earned muscle she'd built as a fighter. Her sword shattered somewhere on the same field he'd first broken her in.
"But… Ah… look at you now. Just a fleshlight with a huge pair of milky tits and a pair of handlebars for me to hold."
Taking hold of both her horns, he pushed her down one more time.
And this time, he went all the way through, his cock piercing her exhausted pussy, past her cervix, and ending with his head rubbing against the back of her womb. Jaune took a moment to put a hand against her stomach, laughing as he felt the bulge of his cock stretching out her insides.
Unable to resist, he took a whiff of her hair again, suppressing a giggle as he felt her whimper.
Rubbing the bulge, Jaune paused to enjoy the feeling. Her womb was pliant, but held on to his cockhead snugly. Her cervix squeezed tightly around him in an attempt to close a whole that was never meant to be held open for long, and her pussy's giving walls massaged his base.
All the while Eve tried to just not pass out.
"From the Champion of Faunuskind to a living sex toy." He nibbled at the curve between her shoulder and neck. Eve squirmed with a gasp. "I'm so glad I kept you."
And, taking hold of her horns again, he started fucking her.
The movements were more erratic this time. Between his hands on her horns and his cock in her pussy, there was nothing keeping her stable. She'd sway and swing with each of drop or thrust, lifted and moved by the grip on her horns. Which, even with her body's reduced mass, were never meant to carry that weight.
A crack sounded through the bedroom.
"Mercy!"
Jaune stopped, parking his cock all the way inside her again. Her pussy clenched when the crack had happened. He grinned.
"P-Please…master… M-mercy." Eve's voice was soft, wet, tired. Broken. She slurred and gargled a bit as she spoke with her back bent and her head facing the ceiling, his hands holding her steady by the horns.
"For what?"
"M-my horns." she gasped, "Th-they're breaking. They can't handle this treatment."
Slowly, easily, Jaune pulled.
Another crack.
"PLEASE!" Eve screamed, weeping, pained.
She clenched about him more tightly, gushed, quivered. Aroused.
"Why?"
Eve didn't answer. Couldn't answer.
"I own you, Eve." Jaune continued, pulling at her horns again, enjoying the way her pussy reacted at the third crack. "You're not a person. You're faunus. A pet, a toy. My toy. And I can break you all I want."
She went limp against him, after that. Doing little more than moan absently as he fucked her pussy, cervix, and womb all at once. His thrusts grew more powerful as he approached orgasm, more and more cracks sounding through the room, mixing with her cries of pain and pleasure as her insides squeezed.
And then…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Eve clenched around him like she never had before. Her pussy all at once pulsed, spasmed, gushed on his cock. Her shaking body lost all control of itself while it twisted and turned on top of him, her head wriggling even in the grip he had on her remaining horn.
"HNGAAAA!~"
Then that one, too, broke, the girl falling forward and planting her face on the pillows in front of her. Her mouth now open in a silent scream. Blue eyes rolled back as she twitched in sensory-overload.
It didn't stop Jaune, though, sawing himself in and out of her while he held her hips against him, her broken horns discarded to the sides of the bed. She flopped like a dying animal, her pussy the tightest it had ever been since he'd first taken her.
"This… Ah… This is what your life should be like, Eve. Every part of you given up for my pleasure."
Each thrust pulled a gushing orgasm from the girl, and Jaune wrapped a hand in her hair so he could pull her up by it. Her tits still brushed the bed as he did so, nipples rubbing against sheets soaked with her sweat, arousal, and piss.
And when he came, when he finally filled her womb directly with his seed, he told her:
"This is your place. This is your destiny. The destiny of all faunus women."
~TtT~
Hot… She was feeling so hot…
She breathed with her mouth open, tongue lolling out to try and catch as much of the cool night air as she could.
It helped… a bit. But not enough for Ilia to miss how close to scorching her breaths came as she breathed out. Her skin tingled, tinged a light, pale pink in what might have been considered a full-body blush.
On her knees, she shook. Eyes wide, and both hands working furiously.
Before her, Eve still shook, still twitching in the throes of an orgasm that didn't seem to end. Her pussy gushed cum thick and slimy, reflecting the soft light of the master's cabin. Her skin flushed over pale skin in a way that highlighted the purples and deep reds of the bruises and bites that he'd left on her. Dark shapes, the shards of her horns, scattered all around her.
She'd never looked more beautiful.
"Ilia, come."
Gray eyes snapped to the man seated over the side of the bed, legs spread wide and cock semi-hard. Even from here she could smell it. Eve's girlcum, sweat, piss. Master's cum. The dick shone like a beacon, and Ilia answered the call.
She shuffled over on her knees, each step causing her fingers to rub just that little bit harder on her clit or up her pussy. Her hips shook as the sensation shot up her spine. Ilia whimpered.
Her mouth closed around the master's cock soon after, taking it all the way down to the base. Instinct kicked in and she tried to swallow when she felt it throb inside her. He was starting to harden.
Looking up, she saw him smirk down at hers, eyes shining with satisfaction. Ilia felt her core tighten around her fingers and grow slick.
"Get her cleaned up, Ilia." He said as he put a hand on her hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. She loved it when he patted her head. "And make sure you both stay here. We'll be making landfall soon."
Tongue pushed through the tight seal of her lips, passing his shaft and brushing against his balls. The tang of it made her swallow again, muscles pulsing around his cock from base to head. Ilia inhaled.
She knew she'd done good when she heard him gasp and the hand on her head tightened. "Ah- You always suck so good, Ilia."
Ilia was praised! Master was happy with her cocksucking, cockcleaning! Fingers moved furiously as she felt the heat in her rise, her body now feeling like a furnace and her skin turning from pale to neon pink. Pulling back from the base of his cock, she began to fuck her face upon it.
Jaune, quite satisfied with her, only gave her gentle pats of encouragement as he enjoyed the service.
Each rise and fall of her head shook her world. The scent of his cock and cum eveloped her, wrapped her in a fuzzy cloud. Between that, the praise, and the memory of Eve's horns being broken and the girl being thrown over the cliff of orgasm from it drove Ilia to her own.
Girlcum gushed past her fingers and splashed unto the floor, wetting her thighs and knees. She gasped - or tried to. Vacuum-sucking the master's cock as she screamed into it, shook, twitched, and spasmed like some automatic sex toy. Like Eve.
She was barely coherent when the master came, but she was lucid enough to swallow and to make sure he was polished and clean when he was done. Ilia was a good pet, and good pets made sure to do their duties.
Just as she would clean up the room after the master left and made sure that Eve was okay. Master Jaune may like damaging his toys, but he wasn't fond of losing them.
Who knows, maybe the master was happy enough with Eve to actually let her have her limbs back for a while? Eve hadn't been permitted the use of her limbs in months now, the master mostly content to use her as the living masturbator she was. She didn't need arms or legs for that.
And then the bells came a-ringing, voices sounding through the ship. The door to the master's quarter's opened to reveal twin pools of molten gold.
Cinder Fall had no care of Ilia. The woman's eyes were only for their shared master.
"Land ho, my lord Arc."
Illia had come home.
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