The aftermath of the siege of Kuo Kuana promises good times for all.
Well, for Jaune's men at least.
Warning: War Crimes, a whole lot of 'em
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Chapter 5
In days long past, Ilia remembered she might have been more nervous.
After all, it wasn't particularly normal for her to be sitting in her master's quarters inside his flagship while a battle was being waged at shore and just outside. She'd heard more than seen the mortars firing throughout the day, bombarding Kuo Kuana until just a few hours ago. Whenever she'd taken the time to look out the window, all she'd see was a pillar of smoke rising from what had once been the most ancient city of the faunus.
But she hadn't done that too much.
Instead, she'd gotten herself cleaned up after a night of servicing her master alongside Cinder, swapped the sheets and cleaned the bed, and seen to Eve.
Eve had taken up most of her time, really.
Since master Jaune liked to keep Eve without her limbs most of the time, the cow faunus was left unable to care for herself and required assistance with everything from drinking water to emptying herself.
Thankfully, that was mostly just having to get her to somewhere she could piss since Eve had been⦠changed enough she largely lived off of a liquid diet.
But considering all the sex that they'd been having over the last few days, Ilia mostly had to clean up Eve's arousal off herself and off the floors. Nothing new, but it was surprisingly time consuming considering how long her old friend had been left hanging - quite literally - from the ceiling.
Also, there was Eve's breast milk, and the girl had been made to be particularly blessed in that regard.
Once all of that was done with Eve bathed, emptied, and fed, it was Ilia's time to have something to eat. Only then did she actually take the time to see outside.
Things had gotten quiet around the time she'd been feeding Eve. The mortars had stopped firing though smoke still rose from behind the walls of Kuo Kuana.
Good. That meant the fighting was over, though she the orange glow that lit the smoke told her fires still ravaged whatever was left of the city.
Ilia found it quite the sight, really. If the first night of the siege had been spectacular in the great streaks of light arcing through the sky towards the walls and the gate, this one was like watching a large bonfire from a distance.
It was beautiful in its own right, seeing something destroyed. Maybe this is what her master saw in the things he did.
Midway through her meal that Ilia received a knock at the master's door. It had been another of the faunus slaves, this one a deer faunus that served as one of the runners for the ship. Deery her name was, as far as she could recall.
"The battle has concluded." The girl's copper hair stuck to her skin and sweat ran down her in rivulets. Her quilted robes somehow managed to look both soaked and singed at the same time, and Ilia could smell the siege off of her. Even her collar looked tarnished. "You've been called by your master." Sapphire eyes looked past Ilia and towards the cow faunus leaned against the wall. "Both of you."
Ilia nodded. "Does the master want Eve to move on her own power?"
The other faunus sent her a shake of her head before bowing and disappearing back into the halls of the ship. Ilia suspected it was to clean up.
"Who was that?"
It still amazed Ilia at times, to see how different Eve was after the master had gotten his hands on her.
Once, she'd towered over everyone around her. At over six feet, she was a statuesque figure among their people, even taller than quite a few of the men. She'd been strong, regal, terrifying. A force on the battlefield with Wilt and Blush as she fought to keep the faunus' cause alive away from the home shores of Menagerie.
Though tired blue eyes first met her own, Ilia's gaze was instead drawn to the uneven stumps that replaced Eve's horns. They were in better shape now, smoother after she'd sanded them down to past where the cracks were. Hopefully they won't break up any more than before, and her friend could have a little relief.
It really wouldn't do for the pain to trigger random orgasms while the master was away.
Besides, it was just until the master decided he wanted to break them again. He could always grow them back, after all.
"It was Deery," Ilia answered before she sat down and eyed the remainder of her meal. Buttered toast and a few rashers of bacon. Simple, but definitely better than what Eve was permitted to eat, much less the other faunus onboard. "We're headed into the city after this."
The older faunus stiffened, back going practically ramrod straight in a way that almost made Ilia laugh since that made her look almost like a stiff doll leaned-up against the wall. Not that it wasn't particularly far from the truth as far as Eve's role in life was concerned.
"Theβ¦" The cow swallowed, sunkissed skin growing pale, "The battle is over?"
The chameleon nodded as she polished-off the remainder of her food.
"The battle is over. We have won."
~TtT~
Ilia wheeled Eve in a barrow filled with sheets and cushions. They'd taken the seaside road from their ship up to the Great Gates and were permitted into the city by the guards without question. Not that Eve expected there would be any considering they were both wearing the collars Arc had put on them.
Blue and gold marked the property of the king-to-be, and everyone in his army knew better than to touch what didn't belong to them. And where discipline failed, the protections of the collar wouldn't.
"Oh you like this, do you?"
It was a faunus woman, arms and legs bound so they couldn't fully extend themselves. Dark, matted hair clung to her sweat-slick forehead and cheeks, and Eve wasn't sure she'd have been able to recognize the woman had she'd known her.
She couldn't see a collar, but the dark mark over her womb - stark against the paleness of her skin - told her enough.
"So they've already got the women marked, huh?" Ilia muttered, conversely nonchalant to the uncomfortable churning of disgust in her belly.
The Mark of Change, the first mark that usually went on newly-minted slaves. Meant to get them started on their training. It was a chilling thought that they'd already managed to get the captured faunus marked so quickly.
And while the woman could have been the soldier's personal slave brought with him for the campaign, the few bits of clothing and armor the woman still wore bore the markings of the White Fang, Menagerie's elite.
"You're squeezing on me tight bitch!" The guard groaned with a laugh as he wrapped his hand around her neck, lifting the woman up and down his cock like she was a fleshlight.
"Hmph! Hmpppph!" Panicked screams were muffled by the gag in her mouth as the woman began to thrash atop her owner. But with the way her limbs were bound, all she'd succeeded in doing was flapping and flailing like a fish out of water as she was lifted up and down by the larger man.
The woman's torturer laughed at her, leaned back against his wooden chair to allow for easier access to her sopping pussy as he began to thrust up against each drop of her body unto his cock. Both faunus and man groaned at the added stimulation.
"Ah⦠Ah⦠Ah⦠I think I'll buy you once this is over." He said before adding his second hand around her neck. From the way her screams intensified before going quiet, he was likely choking her. "Yeah. I like the way you tighten every time I do this. Hnggah⦠We're gonna have so much fun on the trip back home."
She froze, shuddered, spasmed, and came on his cock, squirting so intensely Eve felt a few droplets of girlcum hit her lips before the trussed-up woman squealed like a dying animal. Her master groaned.
"Like that! So tight!"
Cries and groans and sobs played around as Ilia took them away from the Great Gates and towards Castle Belladonna.
The faunus woman being fucked by one of the guards had just been the start. Every now and then, especially at parts of the road where tents had been setup, she'd hear the sound of rutting as faunus women were taken by the members of the army. Some of them were just silhouettes against the canvas of the tents, others were fucked outside, in the sun.
Some were being fucked by multiple men at once.
All of this was to the backdrop of the smouldering remains of Kuo Kuana.
Eve didn't know how she could have expected anything else.
Everything she'd seen from Arc had told her that he was going to win. From the way he'd taken her down - her side had superior numbers and experience - to the terrifying light show she'd seen through the window from her hook two days ago.
Jaune Arc was going to take Kuo Kuana.
But still, Eve couldn't help but hold out hope. Hope that king Ghira and general Khan would come up with something, some strategy, some miracle that would result in the defeat of Jaune Arc and the turning aside of the invasion fleet.
She now felt the fool for ever thinking so.
Her stomach clenched, squeezed into itself so tightly it formed a cold pit in her stomach that she wished she could cover with warm hands. Instead, Eve was forced to contend with the sheet that had been wrapped around her limbless form for comfort.
It didn't look like anything had survived in the old city. Even the Temple of the Beast sitting atop one of Kuo Kuana's many hills was putting out a great pillar of black smoke that rose to the sky still. It amazed Eve that the road they'd been going through wasn't choked-up with smog.
Magic. Eve wished she could spit on the very concept.
It was why this was all possible in the first place. How Arc had managed to do what he'd done to her, to brainwash Ilia the way he did, and to actually win a fight against one of Remnant's most well-defended cities in under two days. If not for magic, Eve Taurus would have still been a free, whole woman.
Onwards they went, passing encampment after encampment. Dead male faunus littered the streets, all armed and armored to the point that Eve now held the hope that the civilians had managed to escape.
Building crumbled around them as they moved, stone cracked and blackened from the heat of the fires, even a few melting in what had become a familiar sight in the days leading up to the breakout of the war. Eve had been there to see her master⦠test his new toys.
Each time they'd pass a crossing, Eve tried to look into them to see how badly things had gone.
The other roads were cracked or shattered, stone slabs everywhere in whole or in halves while she spotted the unmoving shapes of people littering the streets.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"No! Nooooo! Mercy! Mercy! Please!"
One of the girls had made a run for it, naked and bruised, and covered in an almost familiar coating of glistening sweat and semen. She hit the glass-like road at a stumbling run and dashed past Eve and Ilia.
Unfortunately, she hadn't gone far before slipping on the smooth street and landing face-down on it. She struggled to get up, dragging herself away even as her legs shook and failed to continue carrying her weight.
From where she was, Eve would see her glowing-red bottom. It was well-beaten and would more likely than not bruise even through her aura. She was grimy, partially soot-covered wherever her skin didn't shine with sweat or drying cum. Some of it had even gotten on the street, reflecting the light that hit the crystalline-black surface.
Her man swaggered down the steps of the raised tent before he bent down to grab her by her ankles.
The girl screamed, tried to fight the pull but failed as he pulled her to him and split her legs open. He was clearly fine with taking her on the streets.
"Papa! Papa! Help me!" She cried just as her man thrust himself inside her, before her cries eventually turned into weeping groans. "No! Nooooo! Whyyyyyyyy!?"
Eve got a better look at the girl as they passed. She was a young thing with bright eyes and dark hair, maybe around Eve's age when she'd joined the army. The poor thing had no business being here. Perhaps she'd been a runner?
The groans turned soft and then whimpering, before the girl's new master pushed her down unto the street with fast and shallow thrusts, his own moans joining the girl's as they both came and the glass-like road was made to glisten even more.
How many girls this young had been captured in the battle? How many more had died during it? The fires must have taken many lives, though she knew her master would have been very interested in saving as many as he could.
Part of Eve wondered if those that died had been the lucky ones.
By the time they'd gone a quarter of the way through, Eve couldn't stomach the sights or sounds anymore. Barely succeeding in turning herself on her side, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the groaning, the cheering, and the fucking.
And then they arrived at Castle Belladonna, and she failed at holding back her tears at the sight that greeted her after Ilia forced her back upright.
Even from just the gates, Eve caught the smell of it, and then they'd made their way up the ramp into the courtyard and she saw sex from flagstones to ramparts.
Unlike the walk in, however, Eve knew these people. She'd stood among their number once, been proud to call herself one of them, among the best of them even. It had been why she'd been sent to fight their enemies off-shore.
Tock was the first one that caught her eye, the green-haired woman's head was up against the stone walls of the tower, a man's pelvis pinned her in place as a cock was shoved down her throat. Blood stained the front of whatever was left of her underclothes, and the man was reaching down to paw at her modest bust.
Any other time, Eve knew that the crocodile faunus would have bitten the offending dick off, but the glinting shards of white at the woman's boots told her the rest of the story.
"Yeah, take it nice and deep⦠Ooooh⦠That hits the spot." The man laughed as he grabbed unto the little tuft of hair that made up Tock's mohawk. Brutally thrusting forward, Eve could hear the faunus's head bang against the stone walls. "You've got such a tight throat now that we've gotten rid of those pesky teeth of yours."
Tock's naked legs were covered in bruises, scratches, and bites. She'd been stripped from the belly down and the black Mark of Change stood stark over her mint-tinted crotch. Her legs kicked about, trying to find purchase against the courtyard stones, all the while her hips shook in the telltale sign of a building orgasm.
The faunus's tormentor laughed, leaning backwards as his thrusts got more frantic.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me, bitch! Show me how that throat tightens even more!" He was pulling back so violently that Tock's head followed him before he thrust her back into the wall. Again, and again, and again he went, completely heedless of the danger he might have been putting her through.
Her hands were against his thighs, slapping and pushing. Clearly not with enough force for the man to notice or care since he just kept going.
Eventually, Tock's thrashing weakened, her feet not even getting any grip against the courtyard floor and doing little more than sliding her battered legs on the rough stone's surface. And still, Eve could see how they now shook with barely-contained arousal.
And then she came, legs sticking up in the air as girlcum squirted out and all over the stone slab floor. Tock's man half-cheered, half-groaned at what must have been the tightness of her throat.
More followed, cheers and screams mixing to make a horrid orchestra as the men forced orgasms from their victims while they were shamed publicly for cumming on human cocks after being conquered by human men. Their juices spurt out to join the drying blood drawn from the male faunus that hadn't survived the night.
She saw a mother reunited with her daughter, the older woman's horror at being forced to hold unto her limbless girl as she was fucked in the ass by their owner.
Another one of her friends, Mina Lavender, was being fucked over a pool of now-dried blood, the barely recognizable features of Yuma looking lifelessly at the sky as the faunus woman came over his corpse.
She and Ilia found their master at the center of it all, fully dressed and seated on a bench with High General Sienna Khan spread over his lap, armor discarded about them and her clothes ripped down the middle. He fondled one tit and played with her clit as her head leaned against his and she took in the sights before her.
Of course, the master noticed their arrival.
"Ilia, Eve!" He laughed before leaning down to bite down on Sienna's shoulder. Chocolate skin surrendered to him as she let out a faint groan and Eve saw a stream of clear liquid shoot from the older woman's pussy.
Jaune laughed as he fingered the faunus woman through her own orgasm.
Finally, Eve felt her heart break. She wept.
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