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Sienna deals with the realities of her situation as she and Rumi go to Jaune's quarters to serve him his breakfast.
Chapter 14
Sienna didn't know how long she'd been out of it, but by the time she'd gotten out of her own head, Rumi had finished putting together breakfast.
It was a feast of cured meats and breads that she was certain had been brought in from off-shore. Beside it were pitchers of both hot and iced milk, portions of butter and cheese, and bowls of fruit. There was so much that each of them needed to carry a large tray each to carry everything.
She did her absolute best to not think about where the milk for the cheese and butter had come from. A cold chill ran up her spine at the image of Eve being left there after they'd finished, Rumi handling all of the cleanup since Sienna had been in no state to do so.
They'd left her friend there, in the dark, naked and dripping her shame unto the floor until she'd be milked again. Or if the master wanted to make personal use of her. Whichever came first.
It was a poor excuse of a life, and thoughts of it filled her mind as she and Rumi made the relatively short trek to the master's quarters. The tiger found herself wishing it took longer than it did, but she wasn't stationed in an entirely separate part of the castle anymore, not like any amount of time would have made her okay with meeting Arc after what she'd been forced to see and do.
With pursed lips and a deep breath, Sienna readied herself as Rumi opened the door.
Her master hadn't been particularly interested in redecorating since he'd taken over, which Sienna might have almost been able to respect had he not been spending that time being productive in the subjugation of her people.
On the bright side, he hadn't defaced the place when he'd commandeered the king's quarters. A large part of Sienna had been very fond of Ghira Belladonna, and she'd dreaded the idea of entering the room to find all of the furniture replaced, and the colors changed to match the blue and gold of House Arc. Instead Arc had been very happy to leave just about everything as is with the only changes being made were to some of the paintings he kept displayed and any banners being replaced with his own.
At least that had been what she'd first thought.
The doors creaked open, sunlight filtering through the gaps and the translucent drapes that hung near the entrance. It was the same drapes that Kali Belladonna had chosen to be hung there in the earlier days of Sienna's time in the castle, and Sienna could remember being in the room with her and Blake when the two had been arguing about it.
It had been an afternoon at Kali's study two floors below. The queen was being visited by her daughter for an afternoon - though Sienna couldn't remember what for now. She'd been stationed at the door and had fought very hard to stifle her laughter when Blake complained at her mother's taste and the queen had taken a potshot at Blake's love of black and white.
Blake had still been in her early teens at the time, and while Sienna liked to think the girl was as still much a hellion now, she'd been particularly keen on being heard. The princess would not shut up about how much she hated the curtains, to the point that she'd asked Sienna directly what her thoughts on the new curtains were.
She'd tried to wave it off, but the girl had been adamant, and even the queen had cajoled her into sharing her thoughts, sending Sienna a knowing grin as she did so.
The debate that ensued between the one girl and two women had lasted hours, and had spilled over into other days during breaks. It was when she and Blake had really gotten to know each other, and Sienna always suspected that the queen had intended just that. Not like Sienna minded. Blake had turned into a valuable friend in the years that followed.
And that's why all of this felt so perverted to her, why it made her stomach bubble with bile that left Sienna wondering if she'd be able to do this without vomiting.
It was the same curtains, the same chairs, tables, layout, but it was Jaune Arc's portrait hanging over the study desk before she turned to see the Arc banners flanking the bedroom door.
She wasn't greeted with laughter, or sarcastic answers to smug advice given by a mother that was all too familiar with what her daughter was facing at the time, or the fatherly kindness of a king that doted on his only daughter.
Instead it was an ominous quiet save for the creaking and groaning of the hinges and the door as they were slowly pushed open.
Jaune Arc slept peacefully. Sienna had never been sure what she'd expected, but to see the man responsible for the destruction of everything she held dear looking soโฆ normal had not been it.
She supposed it would have been easy, so easy to try and kill him right now, with even both Fall and Schnee in bed and apparently asleep beside him. There had been no guards at the door, and Sienna had never seen any other guards on this floor since Arc had taken the castle.
It wasโฆ terrifyingly arrogant of him, but she'd been left wondering if this was normal, and she'd not seen anyone make an attempt on his life yet.
Briefly, her eyes turned to Rumi. The other slave was setting the table rather quickly, clearly used to doing this by now. Did she know that Arc appeared to have no guards? Was this an opportunity that could be exploited? Sienna knew that the brand she'd been given stopped her from ever acting against Arc directly, but if word got out that Arc was unprotected? Perhaps there was a chance.
Or perhaps it was a trap. Not like Sienna could test it herself.
But a quick poke in the side from Rumi brought her attention back to the task at hand.
And it wasn't long before the feast had been setup and Rumi was shaking their master's foot from over the covers.
It almost reminded Sienna of seeing some of the maids have to wake Blake on days where she was needed somewhere particularly early. How this was somehow even remotely comparable made her grimace.
"Good morning, master Jaune," Rumi's voice was small, higher pitched than Sienna had gotten used to. The rabbit woman shook what must have been his leg from over the sheets. "Breakfast is ready."
The man groaned as he awoke, though neither Fall nor the eldest Schnee seemed to stir at the movement.
"Huh?... Rumi?"
"Did you sleep well, master Jaune."
One ultramarine eye opened while he rubbed sleep from the other. It was so jarringly different from the Arc she'd grown accustomed to that Sienna couldn't take her eyes off of the sight.
Slowly, sleepily, Arc used his free hand to push himself from the bed as he took in the room lit by the midmorning sun. In Belladonna's bed, the bed of the man he'd killed. The bed where she'd been sure he'd fucked his servants, his slaves. She was sure he'd be fucking her on it, too.
"Good morning, Rumi."
He sent the other slave a lazy smile that had affection Sienna wouldn't have thought him capable of expressing, staring at Rumi as she stood back up.
The rabbit faunus began to go over what she'd prepared for their breakfast, quickly running down what was on every plate and in every pitcher. Her delivery was stilted and nervous and twitchy. Even her voice shook, something that only seemed to get worse as Fall and Schnee stirred awake from the rabbit's delivery.
And Arc's eyes just looked at her, seemed to take her in as she droned on with a little smile that slowly warped from affectionate into somethingโฆ worse.
Something that made a pit open up in Sienna's stomach when she recognized it, and it only got worse once Jaune spoke:
"It's been a while since I've had your lips, Rumi. How about you have your breakfast while I have mine?"
The matter-of-fact delivery, the callousness of it, left Sienna speechless. Her gaze snapped to the other faunus only to see that Rumi had frozen at the master's words, too. But Sienna's eyes could spot the barely-concealed tremble of her shoulders. She was afraid.
A chuckle broke the brief silence, hair black as night shaking as Fall sat up and cast off the sheets from her naked body. The human woman's pale skin shone in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the bruises that had been left on her shoulders, collar, and neck. And while they didn't look too bad, she caught the slight wince as she tried to throw her legs over the edge of the bed.
Considering Cinder Fall had her aura unlocked and had been sleeping this whole time, it was a testament to how rough the master had been with her last night. Briefly, Sienna turned to the Schnee to see her moving sluggishly, another pale hand reaching slowly from beneath the sheets.
This time, what would have been an unblemished arm was covered in pink welts, criss-crossing from her palm, up her wrist, and all the way under the sheets.
"I think I'll get master's breakfast together." Sienna could practically hear the grin on Cinder's face as those golden eyes of her danced with mirth. Shameless in her nakedness, she got up and made her way to the long table. "Why don't you get started, hmm?"
And then the sheets were fully thrown off.
Sienna wasn't entirely sure who'd done it. Perhaps it had been Arc, but he looked far too comfortable beneath those same sheets to have done any of the work himself.
Not that it mattered with the view beneath drawing her gaze in and in and in.
His member seemed to tower above Winter, even though it was only at half-mast. Red and angry and shining still with who-knew-what, it twitched while Arc's small smile began to morph into a grin.
Beside him, Winter sunk deeper into the bed, pushing herself against his body in a search for warmth or perhaps protection from exposure, and Sienna could understand why.
The welts she'd seen going up her arm had only been the beginning. Her waist-length white hair was a mess, covering her body in loose tangles and contrasting starkly with the pale-pink lines that criss-crossed her body. Mixed with them were splotches of deep purple from several bruises, and some still-wet patches of what was undoubtedly semen in between her legs. Sienna had almost flinched at the sight of it.
Whatever Arc had put Winter through, he'd done worse to her than he had to Fall. By a significant margin.
Despite herself, Sienna felt an upwelling of sympathy for the girl. Not even being human - or being one of Arc's personal attendants for that matter - seemed to mean anything to him. He was perfectly content to abuse these two as he had Sienna or Illia orโฆ Eve.
Two pairs of amber eyes flashed in her mind, eyes framed by raven hair and sun-kissed skin. Those two had spent their lives in these apartments, in the halls of this very castle.
Arc would fuck them both on that bed and destroy them on it. Tear them apart - literally and figuratively - until all that was left were obedient flesh-holes.
Just like her.
Rumi's slip of a dress hit the floor, her chocolate skin practically shining in the morning light. Her curves jiggled just the littles bit, her nervousness showing still. In the clear lightning of the king's room, and knowing what Sienna did now, she could see the faint line that ran around her thighs, the same vertical slashes that periodically crossed them.
The rabbit had once lost her legs from just below the buttocks. It would have left her even unable to even crawl with where her arms had been severed just past her shoulder.
Sienna shivered at the sight, the diminutive woman on the floor, on the bed, hanging from the ceiling the same way Eve was. Her holes split open by Arc's terrifyingly-large cock as he swung her up and down his length or bounced her atop it. All her weight would rest on that dick, her pristine hair being used like handles, like reins.
She'd have been fed cum and made to drink piss, and any real food she'd be allowed to eat would need to be fed to her by someone else. The tiger doubted she'd have even been able to eat out of a bowl without the risk of drowning in the food.
This was why she was so obedient, wasn't she? Why Rumi was so afraid of failing the master. On some level, Sienna knew why Rumi didn't want to be in Eve's place. Sienna didn't want to be either.
But Rumi had lived it. Had been turned into a living cocksleeve and then given the chance to be the closest thing to a person again.
And she'd do anything to make sure Jaune didn't have a reason to do it to her again.
Despite it, Sienna saw the seeping of arousal from in between Rumi's legs as she got unto the bed. Whether it had been the master's will or Rumi's own, serving was a turn-on for her. Or perhaps it was the fear. Maybe even both.
Her ass was raised, legs still spread as she pressed her torso as flat unto the bed as her bust would allow. It left her glistening pussy in easy view to Sienna, her slightly spread nether lips twitching as arousal flowed from it like a creeping waterfall. The milky fluid going up her belly and drawing a shining line from her hairless crotch to her navel.
"That's a good girl." Jaune hummed with approval as he spread his legs to allow her better entry. The rabbit faunus crawled through the opening slowly, with her arms and legs largely staying still and instead using her shoulders and hips. Like one would if they didn't have them.
She planted a kiss on the cocktip. It was slow, deliberate, reverent. A shudder ran down Sienna's spine when the sound of it bounced around her head.
Worship.
And that's exactly what Rumi did. Kissing and licking every inch of spongy flesh that was in front of her, sometimes wrapping it in her lips and suckling like a child would its bottle.
"Oh yesssssssssโฆ~" Arc hissed, thighs shaking from the pleasure of the rabbit faunus's service. His back practically arched. "That hits so muchโฆ Hmmmmโฆ harder in the morning."
He gripped Winter tighter to his chest, tight enough that the other woman made a pained mewl even as she threw her arms around the man. Snow-white hair covering what little of her face she hadn't pressed against the master's chest. For a moment it looked like he might slam his legs closed on Rumi's head, but he seemed to have fought back the urge, instead squeezing his arm around winter tightly enough that Sienna heard the Schnee let loose another whimper.
And Rumi kept going, tending to the sides of his cock with long, slow licks that followed down the length of it to the base before she planted more kisses on the balls. Sometimes she'd try and take them into her mouth and suck on them, before going back to the head and doing the same to the other side.
It was slow and sensual, practiced. And all of this was being done before the master's cock had turned completely hard.
Not that it took very long, with all the sounds the man was making. The hand that hadn't been holding unto Winter had even gone and held unto the sheet to resist from grabbing on to Rumi's hair. A show of self-control she'd never seen from him since she'd gone into his service. Always, he'd taken control of the pace, always he made sure it was his pleasure being focused on.
Seeing him try to be patient, to allow Rumi to move as she liked wasโฆ honestly quite surprising.
Made even more confusing by what she knew of their history. Jaune had not been kind to the older faunus slave. From how fearful she was, Sienna doubted kindness had ever been a core part of their relationship.
"Yessssssโฆ Keep going, Rumiโฆ Hnnnngggggโฆ" Ultramarine eyes looked up the ceiling as a sigh broke from between his lips, "Clean meโฆ Hmmmโฆ clean off all the juices," he laughed, voice echoing in the large room, "A fitting breakfast, hmm? A reward for all your hard work?"
Rumi crept closer to Jaune, shoulders and knees shuffling forward before she pushed herself up on her elbows to meet the head of his cock where it now towered over both her and the bed. Scarlet eyes were wide, and Sienna couldn't tell anymore if it was fear or something else driving her.
Her maw opened wide, tongue rolling out like a red carpet and a large drop of drool caught the light. It glinted like a star just before her tongue pressed it against the bottom of his mushroom-head, where the cumvein ended. Lips spread outward as the head entered her mouth with Sienna might have only been able to describe it as a slurp.
And then she went down. And down and down and down.
It was punctuated by a deep-throated moan from Jaune, whose control finally broke and the hand on the sheets had gone to Rumi's head and dragged her down by her ears. The rabbit faunus's groan was muffled by the thick helping of cockmeat that had lodged itself into her throat by the time she was halfway down.
The master's hips thrust up, pushing against the downward force of Rumi's head being forced down.
"Ghaaaaaaghk~"
Spit splashed out of her mouth in a wave, flowing down the length of Jaune's shaft like a rushing river with her quivering lips soon following. Scarlet eyes rolled back into their sockets as Rumi's whole body shuddered in orgasm. Even her legs looked like they were going to give out, viscous cunt-honey surged from her twitching pussy and down those same legs, soaking into the still-drying sheets.
But then Sienna saw the master's eyes turn to her, and he froze.
His breathing had turned laboured, and he held Rumi's ears in so tight a grip it looked like he might rip them off - not that Sienna expected it to bother Jaune too much. His legs twitched and his balls churned, their master's body readying for the orgasm to come.
As his ultramarine met Sienna's amber, however, the slight opening of his mouth turned into a smirk, and then a grin.
"You'veโฆ Ahhhhโฆ been standing there for a while nowโฆ Hmmmm?โฆ Khan." Though she could still see some shakes, Jaune's body relaxed as he lay back down, legs spread wide and laying flat on the bed while he idly ran one of his hands through Winter's hair. "How about you join in?"
She wanted to say no. She wanted no part in thisโฆ whatever it was he was doing.
But Rumi's head was glued to the master's crotch, her lips tightly wrapped about his base. And Rumi had made it very clear to Sienna what the consequences were for not obeying their master's orders, even if that shouldn't have even been an option with how he could compel their bodies to action if he really tried.
Was there an option?
Ultramarine eyes glinting in the morning light told her otherwise.
Rigidly, Sienna willed her legs to move. Stiff steps lead her from her spot towards the bed.
Her arms felt cold, unnervingly so. The tiger faunus had to suppress the urge to rub them lest her attempt at giving herself some warmth be mistaken for nervousness that she just knew would please the master more. She didn't have to make this any more enjoyable for him than it already was.
Still, she'd been jittered enough that she'd almost tripped when her knees had hit the bed. Sienna hadn't even noticed that she'd gotten close enough to do so. Instead she'd been focused on Rumi's lightly twitching form, the choked sounds that came from deep in her throat, the little jets of spit and throatslime that burst from between her lips and left the master's balls sodden.
The older slave's hands moved.
For the first time since she'd started, Sienna saw the rabbit's hands twitch. Her fingers curled, opened, and scratched at the wet sheets. Her arms moved as though she was deciding if it was okay for her to touch the master.
"Do youโฆ Hmmmmmโฆ see what she's doing, Sienna?" Jaune asked as he seemed to relax some more, fully laying back down on the bed and even pressing his nose to the top of Winter's head. "She's running out of air."
Rumi's fingers danced above the master's thighs now, but Sienna could see it. Her hand shook, fingers moving erratically. Even her face was starting to turn just the slightest bit blue.
"She's going to tryโฆ Ahโฆ to try to push herself off me." The master sent her a smile, a cruel smile. A smile that made Sienna's insides bubble up with hot bile. "Hold her down on my cock for me. I want to stay inside her."
The tiger faunus whimpered.
Eveโฆ Eve hung from the rafters, milked on the daily and was used like a cocksleeve. Rumi was being used like a cocksleeve right now.
Siennaโฆ Sienna was one of them, wasn't she? Even though she had her arms and legs, even though she wasn't beingโฆ compelledโฆ to do any of this, she was an order away from being made to.
She was an order away from being made to crawl on her shoulders and hips to suck on the master's cock.
To suffocate on it.
Chocolate hands shook so violently Sienna found it a miracle she'd even managed to get a grip around Rumi's head at all. Still, they shook enough that she didn't think she'd be able to properly fight the rabbit faunus if she made a concerted attempt at pushing herself off the master's cock.
Nevermind that she was running out of air. Sienna was a soldier, a warrior. She knew how powerful desperate people could become when push came to shove.
So she got the closest thing to a stable hold she could on the back of Rumi's head and she pushed.
The master half-chuckled, half-moaned, "Oh yessssssssโฆ That's it. She's noticed."
And Sienna could feel it. Rumi - who looked like she'd already been halfway to knocked-out - began to thrash in her grip. The other slave had gotten her hands under her and was trying to push herself up. Legs kicked out at random in a failed attempt at building traction with the silken sheets.
"She's choking on me, Siennaโฆ Ahhhhhhhhhโฆ Yes, yes she is." Jaune's legs went ramrod straight as his abdomen began to tighten. He was close now, so very close. "Rumi's throat is milking me. Yessssssssssโฆ She's pulling me in, breathing me in. Inhaling my cock!"
The older slave was fighting, head bucking back and off the master's crotch violently enough Sienna swore she could hear a popping sound as her lips broke the seal.
And Sienna, in turn, leaned forward. She pressed her weight down on Rumi's head and forced her back down to the base of Jaune's cock, perhaps sending him even deeper into her cocksleeve of a throat than he'd already gone earlier.
Rumi noticed. She screamed.
Like her groans before, it was muffled by the sheer volume of penis inside her. All it did was send the vibrations from her voice box into the master's cock, which further heightened his pleasure.
"That's it! That's iiiiiiit! Cumming!"
Her world blurred as she felt the fight in Rumi die down and be replaced by the rhythmic thrusting of the master as he pumped Rumi full of cum, a deluge of baby batter that Sienna was now only too, too familiar with.
Shaking hands threaded her fingers around white hair to make sure Rumi stayed wrapped around the master's cock while he finished. The tiger could only imagine what the punishment might have been if Jaune had been taken out mid-orgasm.
But it might not have been necessary, because Rumi had gone still. Her arms had stopped pushing and her legs and stopped thrashing. Only a twitching and squirting bag of cock-socket flesh remained, a cum-filled onahole that was being well, well used.
A sob broke from Sienna's lips as she clenched her eyes shut. The tears that had clouded her vision ran down her cheeks even as her arousal seeped down her thighs.
She'd obeyed.
And she could only continue to obey as Jaune's mocking laughter filled her ears.
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