We catch up to Blake Belladonna in the weeks that follow the fall of Kuo Kuana. Tragedy after tragedy has struck the faunus people, but Blake's experiencing her own very special nightmares.
Warnings: (Some) Gore, Amputation
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Chapter 11
The fires had been the first thing she saw.
It was strong enough that it shone brighter than the moon and stars above, making it look like dawn was fast approaching if it hadn't been coming from the wrong direction.
Then there was the smell.
Air climbed up the walls of the surrounding mountainside, coming up to meet Blake and her retinue as they made their way down from the peaks to the north. Ash, death, decay, and the faintest tinge of musk.
Of course there was. Blake grimaced, some of the others with her did, too.
This particular outpost had been built downwards, cut into the mountain and created what was practically a city underneath the earth. Blake had visited the place before, and it was able to hold hundreds of people comfortably while keeping the entrance practically invisible from the outside. Much like the outpost she'd stayed at on the way to Pakaua Hao, even the smoke from the fires could be hidden.
What greeted them here was a yawning pit, a great gaping wound on the valley that was so large it tore into the base of the nearest mountain.
Even from the heights they were looking down from, Blake could spot the bodies littering the ground.
It took hours for them to get close. While some of the younger soldiers she'd been sent with had been keen to check for survivors, she and their commanding officer - one Velvet Scarlatina - had advised against it.
Arc's forces had come, they'd seen, they'd conquered. It was entirely possible they were still here, and Blake had no intention of letting the people with her join the dead - or worse.
She had no illusions about what was likely to become of her should she be captured, after all.
Once they'd gotten close enough, however, Blake immediately realized what she'd already been suspecting.
All of the corpses were men. There were a few she couldn't identify - they'd been burned too badly - but it wasn't a stretch to believe that those had been men, too.
"Monstersβ¦." whispered one of the younger warriors. Blake grit her teeth, but wanted to say the same.
Even from where Blake was, she could hear the sound of cracking stone and crumbling rock deep beneath the yawning pit of fire before them. It roared like a bonfire.
"Damn," Mumbled another of their men, "I think they collapsed the whole outpost. No way we're making in even if the fires are put out. And it might take days for this to go out unless we bring fire crews here."
Which wasn't practical if the Arcs were planning to come back to continue their search for Pakaua Hao.
"They can't have gotten that far, then." Velvet was crouched over a heavily-obscured overlook, vegetation covering most of her armored form with only her ears alert and oscillating. Searching for them. "Oasis was supposed to be able to house over three hundred people, soldiers included. That many girls and women would definitely slow down any march away from this place, especially with how difficult the terrain is."
And they'd find them nowhere. The valley was empty of anyone else besides their group. Blake had been disheartened by the news, but also unsurprised. If Arc's forces had still been in the area, it was likely they'd have seen the larger force by now.
Still, that raised the question how a force like that could escape so quickly with hostages that fought back. Blake and Velvet had talked at length while roving to figure out what could have been the cause.
Until one of the other soldiers had found the truth.
It had been in a clearing, close to where the road leading back to the flatlands began.
Limbs - arms and legs - disembodied all, lay scattered across the roadside. Blood pooled so thick around the earth that it turned into a muddy, almost swampy mire. It smelled like death and turned her stomach - all their stomachs.
Blake could hear the youngest and least experienced of them retching.
"The hostages don't fight if they're supplies they can string to packs or load on carts."
It took the princess a moment to realize she'd been the one to speak. But the surprise was short-lived, and no one said anything else. It was a silent trek back to Pakaua Hao.
~TtT~
Her bones rattled with every blow.
The world was pain. Blast after blast rocking out from her left arm and spreading out her whole body.
Blake fought it, tried to resist, but the arm wouldn't answer. The rest of her body wouldn't budge. She was tied down, her other hand and feet bound to some sort of table. Even with her faunus vision, the darkness clouded her vision. Too thick, too deep.
All except for the chips of ice that looked down on her.
"AIEEEEEEEE!"
Mind-numbing pain. It shone like the sun to both her body in mind so much that the wet crunch from where her arm was felt like an afterthought.
Every instinct told her to pull away, to take her hand back before she lost it and to run as far away from this as she could.
But her bindings would not give. Blake felt no flex, no bend. They clenched at her wrists and ankles like iron. She could arch her back off the table, lift herself from it, but nothing else budged.
Then the next blow came. Two more times, then three more times. Each one harder than the last. All the while those two chips of ice looked down on her like she was something less than human.
And then silence. Quiet except for the heavy breaths and stifled sobs that broke out of Blake's throat.
It still hurt. Every part of her did, but her left arm was the worst of it. A blunt, throbbing pain that pulsed outward and left her seeing stars. She didn't know how she was still conscious.
Something landed on her chest, soft and wet. The weight of it slammed her back against the hard table beneath her and almost pushed the air out of her lungs.
Only then did she realize she was naked. Her fair skin almost glowing in the shadows of this dark place.
Drops of scarlet marred the area in between her breasts, fiery hot and pooling on her skin.
Blood.
The meat was pink-raw, the barest hint of bone sticking out from it. It led down a forearm she was used to seeing, and ended at a very familiar wrist and hand.
Blood thundered in her veins and a fluttering came alive at the base of her belly. Amber eyes widened as they turned to look at where the now-stump of her arm now rested on the table.
It had been severed above the elbow. Blake couldn't see if it was bleeding but the pain was beginning to numb.
Again, her tummy fluttered. Somewhere deep in her - in her core - she felt something begin to warm. With a whimper, she realized she was becoming aroused.
Disgust washed over her. Disgust with herself. But before Blake could think about it, before she had the chance to come to grips with everything she was feeling, pain blossomed on her right side.
"NO!"
The blue eyes looked down on her once more, her mind's eye almost seeing the raised, unseen blade before it dropped down on her arm. Fresh blood spurted forth from where the blow landed, fading into the darkness without splashing unto any other part of her skin.
Once more she resisted, trying to pull her arm - pull all of herself off the table. A second wind came to her as the renewed fear of pain and lost limbs drove her on.
Much like the first time, only her back would lift. Her arms and legs would not leave the table, would not budge.
And even worse, she could feel it growing - the fire in her belly, the fluttering of her core.
She clenched her eyes shut as waves of both pain and arousal crashed down on her. It came again and again, matching every blow that struck her arm as it got worse and worse.
But like earlier, the blows halted. Pain turned from the rhythmic beats of a drum to a constant thrum below the surface, a constant reminder.
Her body went slack, breaths coming in broken sobs as Blake realized that she'd just lost her other arm. Idly, she wondered if it'd be thrown in her face again like before. And when she'd noticed how she'd been rubbing her thighs together - the moisture making the movement slick-smooth, she wondered how much more aroused she could get.
Pain answered. It was her legs next.
And this time, Blake came. The orgasm crashed into and outward from her core with such intensity the waves of pain seemed to be washed away by it. Only the rattling of her bones from the force of the strikes came through, and it only served to intensify the lightning that shot up her spine.
Her world shrank, her back arched, and all that was left to her was the sensation of clenching intensity that her world had become. Wetness gushed out from her core, practically shooting out and splashing all over her thighs with some of it dribbling down her asscheeks and falling to the table.
The blows had stopped when she'd finally come down. She didn't know how long she'd been gone for, but the stars in her vision stopped her from seeing if her leg was still attached to her body. She certainly couldn't see it even if she tried to crane her neck.
Then he came for her final leg.
Blake came multiple times. Screaming and gushing all the while.
Only then did she wake.
She was in her bedroom. The same bedroom she'd had since she'd taken one for herself in Pakaua Hao. Amber eyes stared up at the undecorated stone slab ceiling as she lay in her bed and just focused on breathing.
Her skin was clammy, stuffy under the covers and so cool on the arms that were over them that she could feel goosebumps forming on them. She shivered.
A warmth, a weight was laying on her left. Yang. Fast asleep and faced away, only her blonde hair brushing against Blake's bare skin.
But the pressure was still there. The now-familiar sensation of something building in her core. Her thighs clenched and a small spurt of arousal drenched the already-wet sheets further and Blake whimpered.
Without thinking, she went to work, digging into her squishy depths with fingers from both hands. She let out a gasp as sweet relief came from the penetration, back arching off the bed and juices getting all over her digits and her hands.
Heat only built up, however. The fluttering of her insides intensified as she clenched down on her fingers, gripping them so tightly it felt like all she could do was curl them.
Memories of the dream returned, of the pain and the terror that came with being unable to fight or protect herself. Her helplessness, her weakness.
Her arousal.
"Noβ¦ Hnnnnnβ¦ Noooooooooβ¦"
The cry came out in a moan. It was loud enough that Blake worried it would wake Yang. But she did not stop, she did not even slow down. Instead, her fingers tried to pry themselves deeper, she pulled spread. Open, gaping. Her hips began to thrust.
"HHNGGGGGGG!"
Determined, she kept her teeth clenched together, but the sound of the groan still came. Pain. At last some pain. Pain that tightened her fleshy walls around the force she was using to pry them open.
Her mind again returned to what she'd seen that day. The girls, those poor girls that had been taken from Oasis. Their brothers, fathers, husbands, and sons killed while the monsters of the Arc army took them so they could be made into property.
They'd been fucked, too, Blake was sure. The smell had been faint, but had lingered enough through the fires and the time since they'd left.
Had they been fucked while their limbs were being chopped off? Hoisted up and down like living onaholes afterwards? Were many of them still able to process the monstrous fate that had befallen them or had the pain and pleasure been too much to handle?
Mind wandering, Blake wondered if she'd been the same. Had overstimulation not dragged her from her dream before its true conclusion.
An image formed in her mind: Amber eyes blank and clouded stared into space as her lolling tongue let a waterfall of drool cover her bare and bouncing breasts. The stumps that had been her arms and legs hanging limply at her side or spread open to permit the cock entry.
She couldn't move, had zero agency over her actions. Instead she was lifted and dropped upon the cock inside her, one hand gripping her hips and another wrapped tightly around her neck.
Her head spun at the sight of it, mouth going dry and breath going ragged. Electricity started to sing beneath her skin, and she was starting to shiver. Stinging nails dug into the soft flesh of her insides, driving her closer.
The blue eyes were there, behind her, looking down on her, looking at her. Ultramarine meeting amber as the Blake in front of her was used like a toy.
Familiar, familiar ultramarine eyes.
Jaune Arc's eyes.
Master's eyes.
Blake choked, her scream arrested by the hand - her own hand - clenched around her throat as she came. Body thrashing so violently she almost threw herself off the bed while the grip of her pussy around her fingers turned so tight it hurt.
Hurt. Hurt so good.
Hurt so good for master Jaune.
She gushed as the pleasure broke her, letting out enough girlcum that she was sure it soaked into the mattress. In the distance, in her mother's room, she thought she heard a scream.
It would be minutes before Blake's body calmed down, until she could be something more than a gushing, twitching mess of a faunus that had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life. An orgasm that had been built around the idea of being like the same faunus that Arc was enslaving and being owned by the man that was currently ruining her life.
Part of her wanted to wake Yang, to ask for help, for comfort. A shelter from the pit of bile that was opening in her stomach from the shame of getting off on the horrors her people were being subject to.
A horror that was a very real possibility if she ever got captured.
That pit of bile was causing a flutter right below it. Arousing her as it was making her feel small.
Instead, Blake got up. Stumbled out of bed on still-shaking legs and a feeling of hot wetness in between her toes. Without dressing, she was in the hallway of the apartments she shared with Yang and her mother.
She could hear it, breathy panting, whimpering, and broken sobs. Kali Belladonna was awake, and she was miserable.
Blake's parents had always been affectionate when she'd been younger. They'd always been affectionate for as long as she'd known them. It honestly left her surprised that they'd somehow managed to avoid having any more children after she'd been born.
All the same, living in a castle where Blake had moved to a separate wing after coming of age had spared her from catching her parents in more⦠compromised positions. Footsteps echoed, after all, and the clacking of shoes on stone should have given her parents plenty of time to compose themselves before she walked through the door.
Not this time.
Her mother looked as exhausted as Blake felt, body catching the moonlight that entered through her window and made her olive skin glow. She shone with the telltale signs of sweat, and her hefty bust rose and fell with the deep breaths she was taking. Hands lay limply at her sides, glistening.
Blake could see it, the little twitches and shakes, and a weeping pussy in between wide-spread legs that was at the center of a gush of girlcum that drew a cone of wetness on the sheets.
Mom hadn't noticed Blake come in, hadn't heard her door creaking open or the sound of Blake half-crawling in.
Instead, the older faunus sobbed as she slowly came down from her high, and Blake saw why.
Angry red skin glowing bright pink in the darkness. On her mom's belly, thighs, arms. Welts and bruises beginning to form, and pinpricks of pink from where nails dug into tender titflesh.
Pain. Pleasure. Her mother felt it, too.
~TtT~
The red light faded as the room was plunged into darkness. Glowing ice-blue eyes opened as Jaune let out a pleased sigh.
His boner needed tending to, but he had some very lovely images to have his living fleshlights jerk him off to. It had been too long, too long that he'd wanted to play with them.
And unlike them, he'd be getting some relief. Perhaps it was time to force Sienna to be an active participant. Let the tiger faunus actually use those limbs he let her keep. See if she could make him cum without him needing to asphyxiate her on his cockmeat.
Getting up, Jaune left to find his pet tiger, leaving the severed and mummified head of Ghira Belladonna behind. It'd be there when he came back tomorrow night.
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