Hey, guys. BD is here with another installment of 'Darker Than Black.' As the title says, this is a dark story. Where we last left our hero, he was adjusting to his new life at the orphanage. Not only was he facing issues with the headmistress, but a group of girls that wanted to take away his innocence. What will happen? Read and see!

A/N: Reader discretion is advised.

Jaune was instructed to come into the warden's office. Actually, she wasn't exactly a warden. It was a name that was given to her since she was the overseer of the orphanage. Overseer was still a subtle word for a gatekeeper, a security guard, anything to describe, in so many words, that she was the eyes and ears for Goodwitch whenever she wasn't readily available.

"Put your hands against the desk." She instructed him. He could hear the nerve-wrecking cackle in her voice. He was filled with malice. The warden, in the very beginning, never showed compassion to him. As far as she was concerned, the blond was just a wretched orphan, a pig farmer, born as it were from the wrong side of the tracks.

"You're not moving fast enough." She shouted, using a riding crop as a sign of business. She smacked it against the table. He was thankful. Under normal circumstances, a smack to the face would have come without warning. He could only assume that she was being "nice" due to the upcoming appointment he had with Goodwitch tonight.

An errand girl came after dinner and left him a message of tonight's appointment. He could read her words of the severity if he didn't come to this meaning. It was no surprise how displeased she was with his "failure" of reciting his prayers. How could he pray to the almighty who claimed to be merciful. How merciful was this "omnipotent" if he could see Jaune's suffering.

"Goodwitch wants to make sure you're inspected so you won't have thoughts that would lead you astray." The warden said as she positioned herself behind him. She reeked of gruel and sweat. He could tell that she sported the same uniform for at least a week. The brunette snarled, particularly when she noticed the sound of his sniffling. That in itself proved to be a violation on his part.

It was met with a smack to the back of his neck.

"Aaugh!" He cried out.

"Stay in place. Don't move or there will be two smacks to your rear end." The warden said, displaying that she was true to her word. The riding crop was positioned against his shoulder, the whip rubbing against his chin. "Do I make myself clear? Nod if you do."

The blond understood. Familiar with the routine of her procedures, he spread his legs apart. Arms were spread from side to side, holding onto the table. He could hear the warden's smirk. It irked him to know that this woman had the audacity to see an already tarnished boy being torn down.

"Let's make sure that you aren't carrying." The latter was met with a chuckle. She smacked her lips as her gloved hands began touching his sides. She ran her fingers through his hips and chest like a fine-tooth comb, making sure that there wasn't anything "concealed" on his person.

"Little urchins like you think you run the world. Pretty and blond doesn't get you anywhere, boy," she said as she continued inspecting his body. He tried not to squirm as her fingers delved lower toward his hips. "Spread your legs wider."

How wide can go was his thoughts. Nevertheless, it was best to obey and listen. The quicker he complied, the easier he could leave.

"You've been working out, haven't you, boy?" The warden said, clamping around his hips. "I have been watching you with the other boys." She planted her nose against his shoulder, inhaling deeper. "A man's scent never lies."

Jaune shut his eyes, wanting nothing more than to be back in that place of peace, his oasis — a place he used to call home.

"Let me check your hip pocket." The warden reached into his pocket. With the palm of her hand, she gripped his ass. What started with a soft touch became firm and firmer. She chuckled as she continued rubbing his ass through his pocket. "Nope! Nothing there. Let's see what's on the other side."

Jaune bit his lip, shutting his eyes tighter when the warden went into his other back pocket, performing the same act. "Damn, boy. You're definitely working out in all of the right places. Maybe you can show me your secret sometime."

He began mumbling indistinctive chants. This didn't go without notice from the warden. "I hope you're speaking the word of faith and not of filth. Boys like you deal with the devil so often. Goodwitch wants to be sure to keep the devil out." She smacked her lips again. "Let's see if I can provide a bit of assistance for her."

The warden removed her hand from his pocket and then reached around his hips, unbuckling his belt.

"No~!" Jaune urged. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Reaching for her riding crop, she smacked his face.

"Aaugh!" Jaune cried.

"Stand still!"

"Leave me alone!"

The warden got the crop and smacked him at his back, then his butt, and the back of his ankles. The force itself was enough to take anyone down but he tried staying resilient. Anything that was left of his dignity.

"Pig boy doesn't move. Unless you want me to tell Goodwitch of your misdeeds again," she spat out. "I wouldn't think another night in the hole would do good for your health, right?"

He shook his head in disagreement. With all he could muster, he had to withstand the pain. A night in the hole — filled with mud, feces, urine, and leftover slop from the cafeteria to serve for the cockroaches was something he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy, let alone any human being.

"Alright! Quiet and docile, I like that," she sniggered. "It's best to comply and go by your own terms."

He whimpered at the comment, remaining still as she lowered his pants. The warden took the riding crop and positioned it between his legs. She then sniffed his shoulder again. "You don't have that salmon funk on you."

"Salmon funk?"

"C'mon, boy. Shrimp, oyster, the sweet, unbearable stench of pussy."

Jaune turned away and looked at the table in shame, but she placed her free hand under his chin and tilted his head up so he was forced to look into her eyes.

"Answer the question, pig boy."

"Yes, I'm a virgin," he admitted quietly.

The warden laughed. It was a high, mocking laugh that uncomfortably made him squirm. She licked her lips as she rode the riding crop against his crotch in a back-and-forth motion.

"Pretty blond boy spent his teenage years without peddling some girl's sweet hole? Could it be that you were just saving yourself for me?"

Jaune didn't respond to the mockery. Just the thought of his virginity being stolen by a woman who reeked of three-day-old spoiled ham that basked in the sun put a sour taste in his mouth.

"Or is it some colt that wants to peddle your sweet hole, huh?"

Jaune gnashed his teeth when the warden cupped his ass. She inserted her hand between his valley and gripped one of his cheeks. "Wouldn't surprise me. Pretty boy with blue eyes, sleeping alone in a room filled with men. It gets lonely, I know. Wanting to know the comfort of love, getting all wet, and just want some kind of essence inside of you."

She didn't stop there. Keeping his legs in place with her feet, she used her other hand to come through his shirt. She pinched his nipple. He wanted to resist but the fear of the riding crop got to him, thus making himself submit to her bidding.

She started kissing his neck and pinching his nipple, kneading it like dough. She continued fondling his ass, rubbing in an up-and-down motion. Tears began clouding his vision. Was this serious? Was he being molested?

"Mommy likes when her sweet boy listens. Did your Mommy ever do those things to you," asked the warden, using her tongue to lick under his ear. "Ever wanted to play mommies-and-daddies when everyone went to bed? Did she try to reach into your underwear and wanted to make your special place feel good?"

No longer enthused by playing with his butt, she went for his dick. She gripped his dick through his undies. "Briefs suit you better. I'll be mindful to bring you some."

Jaune remained unresponsive. Tears dictated his feelings as the warden continued fondling his chest and his dick. It wasn't long before the massaging of his dick stirred an erection.

"Ooh~! Surprise, surprise! So the boy does prefer fillies?" She was tickled. She gripped firmly onto his dick. Precum began seeping through his undies. Jaune dropped his head in shame. It wasn't long when soft, stifled moans emitted out of his mouth.

"C'mon, moan for Mommy." The warden protested as she placed her body against his lower naked half. She kneaded his nipples and stroked his dick. She licked under his ear and bucked her hips as he was his humping post. "Oum, aren't you a sexy pig boy. I can see why Weiss and the others wanted you as their bitch."

He gasped. That excited the warden to know that she said the right words.

"That Schnee gal can't keep a secret, let alone, keep her freedom," said the warden as she finally slipped her hand into his boxers and proceeded stroking his dick. "I'll be careful if I were you. Once you're her bitch, there is no turning back."

Jaune was too focused on his penis being stimulated to not hear her words. He felt his dick being rubbed by her gloved hands and instincts took over as his body moved forward.

"Belladonna, Rose, Xiao Long, all of them — they will ring you out and treat you as their toilet," responded the warden. "Granted, being their toilet seat is probably what's best for you, considering who would claim you anyway."

That wasn't true. His sisters, his parents — his family. Tears pelted down to the table. The warden bit into his neck and expedited the process of stroking his cock. "C'mon, Jauney boy. Let it out for me. Come for your Mommy. C'mon." She bucked her hips, causing the table to shake. She was getting too aggressive, too assertive.

Jaune let out a tiny cry when her pinching his nipple and squeezing his cock caused him to climax. Jetlike streams of cum crammed in his briefs. His body slumped but was caught by the hands of the warden. She bit deeper into his neck and let out a relieving sigh, knowing that she successfully succeeded in making another boy fall.

The warden finally released her grip and pulled her hands out of his boxers. Globs of cum covered her gloved fingers. She was delighted and tasted the boy's innocence, finger-by-finger, from top to bottom.

"Get dressed, boy. Sister Goodwitch is expecting you soon." The warden, back in her usual demeanor, grabbed her riding crop. She walked around her desk and took her beret and put it on her hand. "I suggest not to say anything about tonight. It wouldn't be in your best interest if you don't want to face the consequences."

"Yes, ma'am." Jaune said in a defeated voice. He grabbed his pants and buckled them. He straightened out his clothes and nodded at the warden.

She looked at her wristwatch. "Sister Goodwitch should be waiting at the sanctuary. We're finished…for now." She clapped her hands, sporting her riding crop. "Ta-ta, Jauney boy. Looking forward to having some more fun soon." She cackled as he dismissed herself out of her office.

Used was a poor choice of words but what else could he describe the situation that has happened. He was molested. This woman who was supposedly in a position of power abused it and used him for her own sexual gratification.

Never once touched a girl, let alone himself and his first experience was with a mere stranger who reeked of a pungent stench. As he walked the lone hallways to where Sister Goodwitch was waiting for him, he looked up to the heavens at the Most High and asked him why he didn't die along with them.

A few minutes later….

He put his hand on the sanctuary's door. Upon pulling it in, the cacophony of sounds hit his ear. It was as if he was announcing to the entire orphanage that he had an appointment with Sister Goodwitch.

It was dimly lit, only a lone candle that stood at the center of the altar. Earlier that day, he was in that very altar on his knees speaking to the gods that weren't there or weren't listening.

"Sister Goodwitch. I'm here." Jaune announced himself. A chill hit him. He wasn't wearing a jacket. He walked down the aisle as he was looking for the headmistress in question.

"Sister Goodwitch? Hello?" Jaune called out again. He walked a few steps toward the front where the aisle ended and the altar began. His eyes were looking straight at the lone candle as it danced into the night.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

Jaune jerked his head when he heard the voice. Before he could turn, he ran into another obstacle.

"Grab hold of him, Blake."

The blond boy didn't get a chance as the strong hands of his captor took hold and tightened her grip around his hips.

"What the hell? Get off me! Get off me!" Jaune begged as he couldn't move.

Suddenly, the lights to the sanctuary were turned on. His eyes became fixated to the scene around him. On opposite ends of the aisle, there were the girls that he had the misfortune to acquaint himself with from earlier. Yang Xiao Long sat on his left, sporting a switchblade and still sporting the academy-issued uniform. To his right sat Ruby Rose. Her looks of innocence didn't reflect what was within the confines of her soul.

Blake Belladonna, the muscle, squeezed tightly around his hips and chest, making sure that he wasn't going anywhere. Finally, sitting at the pulpit was the very girl who declaratively wanted him as her bitch — Weiss Schnee.

"Good evening, bitch!" Weiss said, putting extra emphasis on the word "bitch."

"Weiss! What are you doing here?" It was confusing. Why would they be here and not Sister Goodwitch?

It was met with laughter from the girls. Weiss uncrossed her legs and stood up from the pulpit. "I wouldn't be so worried about Sister Goodwitch." She snapped her fingers.

Yang jumped from the pew and rushed toward Jaune. In a quick succession, she grabbed the switchblade and tore open his clothes. With swift energy, his shirt, pants, and belt split — exposing him.

"Bring him to the altar," said Weiss.

"Yes, mistress." Blake lifted him up and dragged him to the altar.

He was dropped to the ground. Before he could think of an exit strategy, Yang jumped on top of him. Using some of his torn shirt, she made a makeshift rope and tied his arms together. Blake assisted and tied his ankles.

"I was dreadfully serious about the offer that was made this afternoon, Jauney," responded Weiss. "All you had to do was say yes. And it seems to me that you wanted the other way." She snapped her fingers toward Ruby. "Go and lock the door. Although I wouldn't suspect anyone disturbing us for the rest of the night."

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me—" Jaune's mouth became muffled. Blake took a handkerchief and stuffed his mouth. Yang took the opportunity to remove his tattered clothing, exposing his nakedness.

"It's time to break him in," said Weiss as she proceeded to remove her clothes. The blond watched as she dropped her dress, underwear, and all exposing herself. "It isn't often I get new meat that is a virgin. Oum, this is gonna be exciting."

Jaune continued screaming, which only caused the girls to laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be sure to be 'gentle.' I hear that it only hurts at first but trust me. After what I am gonna do to you, you're gonna be begging for me to fuck you."

'We will be in touch, Arc. Don't think this is the last time you see me, bitch!'

'Don't you have penances to write?'

'Good! Because I want them by tonight! I will be coming this evening to receive you. Be ready.'

"Was…was…was…was this a set-up?"

To be continued….