It's the morning after Jaune's night with Sienna. Of course he's still going at it.
But he's a man of his word, and it's time to get that sorted, too.
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Chapter 7
The night was restful for Cinder Fall. Maybe the first restful night she'd had since the planning for the invasion began.
She'd been given one of the rooms in Blake Belladonna's apartments. The one right across Jaune's. Her master hadn't been interested in taking up residence in the wing of the late king. Cinder knew why, and she couldn't say she particularly cared anyway. It was unlikely they'd be staying in Kuo Kuana too long.
The rest of Menagerie was still there to take, after all, and she doubted master Jaune was keen on resting while the princess of the faunus was still out there not bouncing on his cock.
Nodding to the guards, she was permitted into Blake's antechamber and then greeted by Winter who allowed her into the girl's bedroom where the master had spent the night.
Cinder knew that Sienna Khan had been left to Jaune's tender mercies the night before, and she'd expected the faunus woman to either be dead or branded by the time she'd arrived for the morning report.
Instead, she found her hanging from the rafters while Jaune fucked her ass.
The tiger squealed like a pig, both her hands gripping at the silken noose around her neck to stop it from crushing her windpipe while rays of the morning sun bounced off her cum-glazed skin. Legs shook, tits bounced, black hair swung wildly with every blow of Jaune's hips. Idly, Cinder looked at how the older woman's asscheeks bounced at each impact as well as how bruised they were.
"Good morning, master Jaune," Cinder said, walking around the large bed so he'd be able to see her. Ultramarine eyes gazed at her from underneath one of Khan's struggling arms.
"Ghrrraaaaaaaggh!"
Khan rose, her whole body coming off the bed. Her legs kicked about in the air while she shrashed. Amber eyes wide in terror as she raised her chin in some vain attempt to keep her weight off the rope threatening to strangle her.
Jaune, of course, followed the faunus up. He slammed up and back into the gaping asshole, his large member going so deep Cinder saw the faint indent of it through the woman's stomach.
The scream that followed was immediately choked out as hands briefly turned slack in shock and the rope squeezed.
Girlcum spurted as her master half-laughed, half-groaned as he was subjected to what must have been quite the near-death orgasm.
"Ah⦠Good⦠Ah⦠Morning, Cinder." Jaune said, panting even as he continued to thrust into the breaking woman. "How are⦠Hmmmmm⦠things outside?"
"Well, master Jaune," She answered, golden eyes taking in the sight of the princess's room. "Festivities are wrapping up outside, and I believe they've started preparing for the branding later today."
If there was evidence of her master touching anything outside of the bed, Cinder couldn't spot any. The whole place looked lived-in, but not dug through in the way someone nosing about might have. She hadn't seen anything scattered haphazardly. Maybe the odd book, and a few papers that must have been doubtlessly sent to the princess for one reason or another.
But drawers were still in their cabinets, wardrobe doors remained closed, and nothing had been knocked over. The room had been treated with downright reverence.
"Good!β¦ Yesssssssβ¦ Ahβ¦ Ahβ¦That's good to hear."
Looking back, Cinder saw her master drop back unto the bed as he slackened the rope's hold around Khan's neck. It dropped the woman just as her master had finished pulling out of her. So tight was Khan's grip around Jaune's cock, that Cinder could see part of the woman's asshole clinging to him as he pulled out.
And then she landed back unto it.
Where earlier the deformation of her stomach was just barely noticeable, this time Cinder would see the head of her master's cock pushing against the skin of Khan's belly.
Her master grunted, the hand that had been gripping Khan's waist moving to cup the tent of her belly and pushed her flush against his crotch, his hips slammed back and forth into her. The faunus woman again tried to scream from - from the shock or the pain, Cinder didn't know - and was again stopped by the pull of the noose around her neck.
Unlike earlier, however, Jaune held her in place as he kept thrusting. Only the tiger's hands kept her from surrendering to the pull.
"She's a keeper, Cinder." Jaune laughed before a groan overtook him. Cinder saw his hips move jerkily as he slammed himself down to his base. "So tight⦠positively vicelike."
All the while, the tiger faunus struggled to keep the rope from closing completely around her neck. The pig-like squeals and groans echoed through the princess's room like the sounds of an animal being violently slaughtered.
Cinder supposed that it was an animal in the room. Just that this one was being fucked and not killed.
"Oh she's cumming." Her master laughed, thrusts becoming more violent as the hand that held the noose pulled. "Ah⦠Ah⦠Ah⦠And when she can't breathe she somehow just gets even tighter."
Khan was screaming. Or at least Cinder was sure that the older woman was trying to. The sound that came from her throat was muted, choked. Still, this one had a will to life that the Arc servant wasn't underestimating anytime soon. Khan thrashed as she was strangled, legs kicking about while she was lifted off the bed. The bulge of Jaune's cock in her guts showing as all her weight was focused on the noose around her neck and the dick shoved up her ass.
All the while, Jaune's oldest companion could see how the faunus's pussy was a waterfall of girlcum, a gushing tap soaking into the sheets as the woman came her brains out.
Perhaps it was an animal being slaughtered after all.
Everything between her legs was milky white, the cum overflowing and mixed with the fuanus's own juices as Jaune's continued fucking foamed it all up. He'd let go of the noose now, but instead of pulling in great gulping breaths of air, Khan wailed before letting her mouth hang open in a silent scream.
Amber eyes rolled back into their sockets, arms hung limply while her hands and fingers shuddered. Jaune held her up by her neck - the noose replaced by his fingers.
"She's still cumming!" The master said with a laugh before leaning forward. He slammed Khan down unto the cum-soaked sheets. Holding her face down against the mattress, he lifted her hips and continued to fuck into her. A muffled scream finally tore from the woman, and Cinder saw a clear jet of liquid shooting down as Jaune's cock destroyed the tigress's anus.
Her master played Khan's asscheeks like a drum, rhythmically fierce strikes that left the aura-spent faunus general with bruised skin that would ache for days. Jaune's thrusting grew even more quick, turning into a shallow, sawing motion as he dug his fingers into her chocolate skin and used Khan as the cocksleeve she had become.
With a cry of triumph, he came. Shallow thrusts devolving into jerking twitches as what was doubtlessly rivers of semen were pumped into the now unconscious tiger faunus. Cinder could practically hear the rush of white Arc slime with each pump.
"Oooooohβ¦ Yeahβ¦" Jaune nodded, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with her." He leaned back, letting out a groan as he stretched his back and arms. All the while, his hips still melded with Khan's ass, his own cheeks flexing, clenching as he continued to empty his balls.
He hissed, grinning at the chocolate-skinned woman, "I know what I'm doing with you now, Khan⦠Hmmmmm⦠Yes." Jaune said into one twitching ear, "I'll let you keep all of your limbs, but your senses⦠Ahhhh⦠I'll make it so when I want to fuck your tight holes, my cock will be the only thing you feel."
Cinder wasn't sure the faunus could hear him, though she didn't think it mattered to her master as he pumped more and more of his batter into Khan's bowels.
"My cock'll be your world. The only thing you experience." Jaune groaned, the very idea of what he'd be doing to his new toy seemed to prolong his orgasm, "I wonder how your arms and legs will move when you don't feel them there. I can't wait!"
Minutes later, after he'd thoroughly taken his pleasure from the former general, he addressed Cinder once again, "Check Blake's desk, Cinder. Found something there you need to see"
And interesting it was. Letters piled over letters, plans, warnings, messages. Blake Belladonna had been a busy little kitten in the time leading up to the invasion. But there was one thing, one damning little thing that really, truly mattered here.
It was a lovely little autograph of a younger princess Blake sitting over the side of Kuo Kuana's walls holding hands with a hard-to-mistake Yang Xiao Long.
"We've found ourselves our traitor," Jaune spoke. Cinder's eyes didn't leave the picture, however, as she tried to place when the photo might have been taken.
Xiao Long was seventeen. This couldn't have been taken more than a year ago, two at most. And Belladonna was about as high-profile as they came.
"Her family should have known about this." She growled.
"And they didn't say a word." Jaune's words dripped of venom. Looking up, Cinder saw him pulling away from his newest pet. "I'll be needing to pay Summer Rose a visit very soon. Personally."
Ultramarine eyes met hers, "I'll leave the army in your hands in the meantime. You already know the plan, yes?"
"Of course!" Cinder answered, "But I thought you wanted to do the ritual firs-"
"My return to the capitol can wait the rest of the day." His hand came up and gave Khan's rump a solid smack. Glazed-chocolate flesh rippled with the blow, and he held her open to gaze at his handiwork.
A river of cum flowed out of her ass, so thick it was like jelly.
"But once I've seen to my promise to Khan, I'll be getting to the bottom of this misstep." Jaune grinned, "For what it's worth, this will make catching Blake so much more fun, Cinder."
Spreading his legs, the master settled himself over the side of the bed and leaned back. His cock glistened with Khan's juices and was so thickly coated in cum Cinder wouldn't have been able to tell what color his cock actually was.
"Come, Cinder. Time for your breakfast. We've both a busy day to day."
And if Cinder was anything, she was obedient.
~TtT~
She could still feel him inside her.
The former high-general of Menagerie sat slumped, body turned as far away from the crowd as the plush chair she'd been forced to sit on allowed her. Sienna had one of her shoulders pressed against the backrest.
Hot⦠so hot. Arc had cum so much in her ass. There had so much pumped into her bowels that there wasn't any way to get all of it out. Amitola - that slave of Arc's - had been the one to clean her up for the⦠the show⦠had said as much while the tiger faunus had been scrubbed down in Blake's own tub. Sienna still remembered how the chameleon faunus's grotesquely long tongue had shoved itself down her pussy to lap up at the sperm the man had left inside her.
Sienna shuddered at the memory even as she felt her core clench at how Amitola had gobbled up their master's sperm.
In her guts, she felt the hot cum move. Sienna didn't even bother trying to hide her wince.
Amitola hadn't even bothered ticking her tongue up Sienna's asshole. When the chameleon had noticed that the cum just wouldn't stop leaking as she washed the former general, the smaller girl had given her the option of plugging it up for the show or letting it all leak out while she sat in front of her remaining people.
Sienna hadn't felt it was much of a choice, so she was here, outside, exhausted, shamed, and wearing a butt plug that was shoved up her poor anus to keep Arc's cum from pooling around her as she sat. Every movement she made squeezed something inside her, and she could feel the thick slime move about like it had a life of its own.
It was mortifying. Even worse, she'd not been given much of a way to hide it. Amitola had given her a sheer robe, one so thin she could see her dark skin underneath and so small it ended two-thirds of the way up her thighs and could barely even close. Every stiff breeze threatened to pull it open, and she was forced to keep hands on it to protect what little dignity she had.
Not that she had much right now. Arc's marks on her were fresh, and with practically no clothing to cover anything, it was apparent to anyone that looked how used she'd been.
She could still feel the bruises around her neck where the noose had strangled her to orgasm. The scratches and bruises still stung, and she'd winced a few times when the rough surface of the chair had rubbed against injured skin.
They could see it all, she was certain. Her still-gaping, leaking pussy, her plugged-up ass, her bruises, her scratches, the mark of the noose around her neck. Sienna Khan, former high-general of Menagerie, had been a well-used set of holes.
Not that her people were any luckier.
The first thing she'd done when she'd been dragged in and put on the chair in front of the gathered crowd was look at her surviving soldiers.
None of the men had survived the night, it looked like, for only women were gathered in front of her. Spatters and bloodstains marked the stone nearest the gate, and Sienna felt bile rise behind her throat as she prayed their deaths were at least painless.
She doubted it.
Many of the girls looked no better than Sienna. Bruised, battered, stuffed with cum. Most of them weren't even entirely cleaned up and looked half-glazed with semen as they leaked it from in between their legs. Quite a few of them were kneeling in puddles of the stuff as the off-white seeped into the flagstones.
God of Animals, the stepstones of their ancestors had been used as a brothel.
Their eyes must have looked like Sienna's did, too. Many were cast low, some were closed either by will or by still-drying semen shot over their faces. Those that were open were dull, glassy, broken. Others stared at her with this bleak look that threatened to break her into a sobbing mess if she wasn't so damn tired after last night.
"I see you're settled in. Good."
It was the Schnee. The woman that had apparently stood guard at the door as Sienna had been used as a cumrag for the man they now both served. Sienna wondered if the woman felt any disgust at the way Arc had treated Sienna, or how the women - and only the women - had been treated since the city had been captured.
Though from the relaxed look on Schnee's face, perhaps not.
Light blue eyes turned towards the gathered crowd as she took the chair besides Sienna's. Following her gaze, Sienna found the other woman instead studying the Arc men. Many appeared to be back in uniform, some even wearing their weapons again, and chatting among themselves like they hadn't just slaked their lusts on innocent women all night.
She grit her teeth at the thought. Was it so easy for them? So regular? Was this casual cruelty - which wasn't even casual considering what they'd been subject to - going to be their destiny?
"Thank you, everyone!"
It was Arc.
His men had taken their queues from him, Sienna decided. Arc walked out of the castle entryway dressed like a king for a private feast. He was swathed in comfortable-looking robes glinting with the trappings of House Arc. Blues and golds caught the afternoon sun as he crossed towards the little tent that was setup for them before the doors. Now he was truly the heir to a kingdom, a stark difference from the unmarked armor he wore in the battle days ago.
Boots stomped as the soldiers along the wall and on the sides of the courtyard saluted his arrival. The movement was so loud and sudden her girls had jumped, flinched, and huddled together.
"I hope you are all reinvigorated after our celebrations." The men cheered, fists pumping into the air while some raised their weapons. "Unfortunately, we're at war right now, and we have business that needs doing."
He was behind her, standing over her chair and just having his voice wash over her as he spoke made Sienna look down, away.
When he reached down and ran one of his hands over her hair, her ears, she flinched like a kitten. Laughter echoed through the courtyard at the sight of it, and she could feel the look Schnee was sending her.
"I had an agreement with the general here, and she's seen to her side. It's time I saw to mine."
His shadow pulled away just before her gaze snapped up to look at him. Arc stepped forward, to the edge of the tent's shade. Raising his hands, he gestured towards Sienna's girls before drawing a knife from within his robes.
When two of the guards stepped up and pulled Mina and Tock towards the front, Sienna felt her blood run cold.
God of animals no. Not after everything they'd been through.
Or⦠Or was this actually a mercy?
If so, why did she feel like her cum-filled stomach had just dropped at her feet?
Mina and Tock fought, or at least as much as they could. Sienna saw them squirm in the grip of the guards even as their half-limp legs thrashed while they were dragged across the courtyard. When they were dropped at Arc's feet, Tock managed the strength to spit at his feet.
Even covered in cum, teeth pulled from her mouth, the crocodile refused to be cowed. Even Mina openly glared at the man before her.
But instead of slitting their throats, Arc brought his blade to bear against himself. Two swift motions opened cuts in the palms of his hands and he handed the blade to the Schnee woman.
Then came the lightning.
It began as a crimson flash, bursting out of his arms and arcing towards the two defiance they might have had vanished as their screams tore through the air.
Around them the rest of the girls gasped while Mina and Tock began to writhe on the flagstones, bodies jerking from the pain.
Like metal cooled by ice, the lightning then turned from red to blue before it wrapped around both like a shroud.
"No one can modify any faunus slaves that once belonged to an Arc." It was the Schnee that spoke, though Sienna couldn't find the strength to look away as her most-trusted officers, her friends, were tortured. "They can't by law, and they can't by magic. The binding itself would stop anyone that tried. Only an Arc can."
Sienna saw the ice-blue lightning fork, concentrating around their necks and crotches. That was when she saw it:
The brand. The twin arcs she'd seen on Amitola and Eve the night before.
"And even once they're bound to new owners, they can't be mutilated, can't be changed." Shnee continued, explaining to Sienna what was in store for her girls, "They'd have to petition to master Jaune if they want limbs removed or anything else modified. But master Jaune has final say, for everything."
The lightning ceased, dissipating with a wave of Jaune's hand and both girls were left on the ground panting. Whatever fight they might have had left in them, Sienna was sure they'd lost after that.
Jaune left no scars on them. She saw no burns, no appearance of lasting damage. They didn't even look singed.
But the brands were there, ultramarine as his eyes and there for all to see. Any hair they had down there seemed to have also fallen off or burned, leaving the mark unobstructed.
And around their necks was a simple, navy line. It circled all the way around from what Sienna could see when Jaune stepped close and leaned down to inspect them.
"So you may want to be very obedient, General Khan," Amber eyes met the light-blue of the Schnee woman. "The master has seen to his end of the deal, but it'll only be so long as you continue to please him."
And Jaune could end that arrangement any time he liked. One moment the last of her girls could be living with as much dignity as could be afforded to them as slaves, and the next they'd be available to be turned into living fleshlights at their master's earliest whim.
"A-anywhere in the world?"
Schnee seemed to understand her stuttered question, "They could be halfway across Remnant and the binding can be dispelled, yes." The woman's smile was smug, cruel, "You're going to need to be very good at keeping master Jaune happy, little tiger cub."
The way the younger woman cooed at her had Sienna fight the urge to reel back.
She didn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified, but she looked to the back of the man that had ruined - was ruining - her life and somehow felt thankful that he'd actually, actually done as he'd said he would. Provided it was the truth, of course.
But whatever else that might have been exchanged between her and the Schnee woman, whatever else Sienna might have thought about her new master was drowned out in the thunderclap of screams that followed as Jaune raised his hands and sent his lighting out at the rest of the girls all at once.
She felt a pit form in her stomach that not even the cum in her bowels could fill.
What was this man? What monster had decided to strike out at their people?
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