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Chapter 7

Her cheek was smooth, hot, slick with tears, sweat, and spit. Jaune felt it go concave as Summer tried to inhale, her throat sealing around his cock like the sleeve he'd turned her into. His fingers ran through her hair, enjoying the sensation of the vacuum throatfuck as he pulled out then pushed himself back down in long and smooth strokes.

Yes, getting rid of Summer's gag reflex had been one of his favorite decisions. It made her mouth more like her pussy or ass while keeping all the nice bits of fucking her face like being able to hold her head, and watch her pass out from lack of air.

Jaune absentmindedly gave her a pat on the head after bottoming out, letting her sit flush against his groin as he kept his eyes on the screen before him.

Yang had gone back to the bathroom. He figured she'd intended to wash her hair, get rid of the spit and cum he'd covered her with after his introductory session with her.

That wasn't what was happening on screen, though.

"Gah… W-why?… Ahhh…"

No, instead Jaune was enjoying a show of watching Yang sit on the shower floor fingering herself while water rained down around her. All the while, she questioned why she couldn't stop while he felt her mother's throat suck on his hilted cock.

Jaune couldn't suppress a grin of triumph, sighing in enjoyment as he pulled a bit on Summer's head before thrusting her back down. The flash of coldness from the air on her spit made the confines of her mouth and throat that much hotter as he hilted himself against her lips. He tried pushed down further, putting a hand behind her neck to hold her steady as he started to feel her shake from a coming orgasm.

It was matched by the daughter on his screen as Yang started to thrust her hips erratically, pushing two fingers up to the base into her pussy and her other hand twiddled with her clit.

He couldn't help the very satisfied grin that broke out when both girls squirted out their orgasm. He could feel how Summer came. Her body started to jerk about and she squirted unto the floor, some of it splashing at his feet. Her throat also constricted tightly around him as she tried to gasp out breaths, struggling as the shocks caused her to try to pull away.

Of course, Jaune held fast and kept her down.

"No!…Ah!…No!" Yang keened, sounding almost pained with the way she came. Her eyes were rolled up into her sockets and strands of cum-covered hair covered her face. Lavender eyes looked into the near distance listlessly, and she was slumped against the wall with her legs spread and her pussy quivering, her hands lay limply over her thighs. She looked nothing like the bright and boisterous blonde he'd met just a week ago. The girl looked positively radiant.

He couldn't wait to break her in further. How would she react to the conditioning she doubtlessly didn't know about? Jaune wanted to see. And even moreso, he couldn't wait till he could have both Summer and Yang together. How the girl would react to her own mother selling her out to him. Would she weep? Would she rage at the betrayal? Would she break?

Summer's throat clung to his shaft as he pulled back, stopping when he felt her uvula tickle the upper half of his cock then thrusting back down.

No reaction.

Looking down, Jaune blinked when he saw that she was now lying limp, her hands hanging at her sides and her face looking just the slightest bit blue.

He felt a surge of warmth for his Summer at the sight, and his hips thrust forward on instinct. The entry was still smooth. Summer's gag reflex was something he'd removed an age ago, and he fucked her throat so frequently, he'd have probably trained it out of her eventually. But this time, there wasn't a pulsing tightness from her breathing. No. In fact, she wasn't breathing at all. Instead, it was a steady grip caused by the lack of air and one that would persist until he took his cock out of her.

Wrapping a hand around her hair for leverage, he pulled out halfway.

"Oooh… Oh Summer." Jaune closed his eyes as he felt the head of his cock drag against the tight fit. Her throat fought against his exit until he stopped and pushed her back down. There was zero resistance with how much throat slime coated his cock.

Standing up, he started combining his rough handling of her head with thrusts of his own, causing her head to jolt lightly from the impact.

"I think I'll let Yang keep her gag reflex." He said almost absentmindedly as he increased his pace, eye now looking at Yang who'd started to masturbate again, this time lazily with a few fingers pushing into herself while the other stayed limp. Her sobbing was coming through the speakers.

Yes, Jaune decided, he'd let her keep choking on his dick when he fucked her throat. The discomfort was something he'd found he liked the look of on Yang. Seeing her struggle was sexy. He could imagine the sensation, too, how her throat would pulse and try to push him out, spit and slime coming up to make it wetter. All it would manage to do was make the experience more enjoyable for him and less enjoyable for her.

He could see her face and hair covered in slime right before he added his cum to the mix.

Laying Summer's head against the table, he stopped pulling her down entirely and moved to fucking into her mouth in earnest. Each thrust smashed her head against the walls of the table, and would have resulted in injury if not for her aura.

He'd pierce Yang's nipples, make her tits bigger, too. She was big for a girl her age, Summer had told him, but he could go bigger than that. Maybe even have her lactate like her mom.

Yes, he liked that idea.

"O-Oh Yang." He gasped as he felt his balls tighten and fiery warmth build around the cock he'd shoved inside Summer's suffocating throat. "We're going to have so much fun together. A-Ah… You, and me, and your mother, and I can't wait till then."

He pulled out, completely removing his cock, thick strings linking his cock all the way to her insides.

And with one hand still wrapped around her hair, he slapped her.

Summer gasped from the impact, breathing in for the first time in maybe minutes. The lack of air still had her lightheaded, though, from the empty look in her eyes.

But that didn't matter. Jaune just wanted to make sure she was awake for when he fucked her throat to his climax, immediately shoving her head against the desk before thrusting himself back to the base into her mouth, resuming the punishing pace he'd set before.

This time, he felt her scream around him. Vibrations that pleasured the cock that muffled the sound. Silver eyes teared up as the pain and pleasure woke them up. Eyes wide she stared up at him with confused and desperate eyes.

All the while, her throat clung to his cock like a vice and squeezed even more each time she inhaled his dick to try and scream. Weak hands pushed at his thighs.

But he didn't let up, thrusting away at her as she suffocated. He wanted her conscious when he came.

And she was, if barely. Spit-covered eyes lidded, hands weakly clinging to him as his cum was pumped down her throat.

~TtT~

It had taken Yang a long while to clean Jaune's cum out of her hair, even longer because she'd struggled with the shame of masturbating right after he'd finished with her. That and the semen had gotten exceedingly difficult to clean in the hot shower. She'd almost broken down into tears again when she first began to realize it and had wept with relief when it finally came off.

She'd gone back up to her room afterwards. If she'd had other duties she was supposed to see to that day, no one had bothered her. Not anyone else on the staff, and not her mother, either.

Briefly, very briefly, after she'd closed the door and looked out the window to see one of the gardeners going about their work, Yang had considered bringing it up with someone. She'd been introduced to the other members of the household even though she and her mother barely had to interact with them. Maybe one of them could help her.

Then she'd seen images of what would happen to her mother, to the rest of her family. And that wasn't even considering what would happen if something like this about the Arcs came to light, or at least Jaune in specific.

Would anyone even care? Yang hadn't even heard of the Arcs before Summer had told the family about them.

It was with thoughts like these that Yang, exhausted in mind, body, and soul, had gone to bed.

The knock woke her up. Three sturdy taps on the door. Blinking away the sleep, she looked to what was supposed to be an open window to see the twinkling of the clear night sky outside, a sight she'd greatly enjoyed being away from pretty much all civilization.

Yang started when the knock came again, louder this time.

And again.

On the fourth set, she'd stumbled out of bed and reached out for the knob before she'd realized what she was doing.

Beyond the door were the most terrifying chips of ice she'd ever seen. She'd been pushed against her bed moments later.

"You've been locked up in here all day, Yang." Jaune said, looking down on her. "I missed you at dinner." Even in the darkness, she could see the glint of his grin. "Summer was wondering if you were okay."

She wanted to speak, wanted to say something snarky, or smart. Part of her wanted to push him away, to run down the hallway to where she knew her mother was sleeping and be as far away from him as possible.

But her feet wouldn't move, and every time she tried to lift her hands from the bed, she'd feel them shaking instead. Her skin felt cold, chilly. She gulped, tried swallowing with a rapidly-trying throat as she met his eyes. Yang could feel her nipples hardening.

"But it's good that you got yourself some rest." He continued, stepping back to close the door behind him. Jaune's hand shot up and pointed a finger at her. "Stay right there."

The door locked with a click. Deep in Yang's soul, she felt that something was closed-off to her forever with it.

"Yeah," Jaune continued, coming back to her. A hand brushed against her knee before catching it as she jerked in surprise at the sensation. "Good you were sleeping. Because I'll be keeping you awake all night."

And then he spread her legs, kicking out her other knee with his own while the one that his hand was on pushed it outwards. She felt him lean forward.

Immediately she closed her eyes. She couldn't stop this. He could ruin the life of not just herself, but also her family. She didn't need to enjoy it, though. She could try her best not to.

But as soon as he lay himself atop her, as soon as she felt that heavy weight of his settle on her abdomen, Yang gasped. Her back arched, pushed into him.

"Aaa-aaaaah!"

"You really like it when I touch your womb, don't you?" Jaune asked as the hand that had been holding her knee was now brushing up to touch her thigh. His warm hands lit up like a small flame in the cold of her room, a candle compared to the furnace that her core had become.

"Haaaah… Hnga…" Yang failed to answer, instead twitching as his hand continued to caress her thigh and his hand started to fondle one off her breasts. She jerked at the sensation, her stiff nipple rubbing against the cotton of her tank top in a way that sent shocks up her spine.

Jaune responded by forcing more of his weight down on her womb. Yang saw stars. Jaune laughed.

Unlike when he'd punched her, this pressure was constant. A downward force that really seemed to turn her on. Why? She didn't remember ever being like this before, and she'd been punched in the gut before.

But Jaune wasn't in the mood to give her time to introspect, because he'd gone and used his legs to push her further up her bed. Of course, the center of the force was her womb.

"Oo-ooooooh-oh-ooooooooh!"

Her sheets dragged against her back. Yang felt her legs begin to twitch violently as lightning seemed to strike her from below. As she felt the wooden board bump against her hair-cushioned head, Jaune lifted her legs so she'd be folded over double.

With little patience he pulled at her shorts and undies and pulled them off. Yang thought she saw strands of her wetness reflecting what little moonlight was making it through her window. Her shirt followed closely afterwards.

Th-this was it, wasn't it? He was going to fuck her in earnest. Jaune Arc was going to be her first. And he was going to fuck her like he owned her, like he could rape her as he pleased.

"Remember, Yang," He whispered into her ear while he pulled down his pajama pants. "Your mother's just down the hall. Try not to scream, okay?"

And then he entered her.

She'd heard from her mom when she was younger that her first time might be painful, if not at least uncomfortable.

That was not the case here.

Yang keened at the sensation of Jaune entering her, her legs and hips twitching at the feeling of his cock filling her up. The little movements jostling the dick and amplifying the pleasure she felt further. She felt her breathing grow labored, darkness claw at the edges of her vision. Dimly, she reached about for something to hold onto, to anchor herself against all of his.

She felt so full she'd burst.

"Oh that's a great reaction." Yang didn't know how Jaune could be so nonchalant about all of this. How was he not being overcome by what she was feeling? He laughed a breathy laugh. "But we're not all in yet."

His slow push deeper made her want to scream, her lungs filled with air right before he took the hand from her tit to her mouth to stop her. Lavender eyes met ultramarine in the darkness while he warned her with a look.

But before she could nod in understanding, Jaune pushed deeper in, lighting a flame from her pussy that rushed outwards. Even in the darkness of her unlit room, her vision filled with stars. Without meaning to, she'd screamed, the sound only muffled by the same hand that was pushing her down.

Yang shook, spasmed, came. Her hips thrusting against him and pushing her womb against his torso, the sensation only feeding into her orgasm further. She thrashed her head back and forth in his grasp while her hands clawed at his back.

Jaune, cruel Jaune, kept moving, pushing more of his dick into her as she came around it. His girthy cock splitting her open in a way she'd never been before.

Her heart thundered like a stampede, molten iron in her veins, and a chest that was ten times too small for her lungs, Yang realized that she was dying. This was too much, all too much. No one could possibly survive feeling this good.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't-

~TtT~

Yang's face bloomed with pain, her head throbbed, and she knew that if she'd been able to see, her vision would swim.

Blinking, looking around, she'd tried to catch her bearings. Wha-

And that was as far as she got before a lightning bolt struck up from between her legs.

"GAH!"

It hurt. Her head hurt, a throbbing pain that pulsed about it while her left cheek stung something fierce. All the same, it felt good. Oh so very good. She shook, her legs twitching as she felt a weight press down on her that made her feel so very, very small.

Jaune pulled back then thrust again. Emptying her right before forcing himself all the way to the back of her, to the entrance of her womb.

The bolt struck again, the singularity at the very core of her, the deepest part of her. Somewhere she'd never known she could take pleasure from.

Yang screamed, clenched around him. Came.

"I'd lost you for a moment there." Jaune said, stopping, both his hands rubbing against the backs of her thighs, as he kept her in a press. "Not used to feeling that good, are you?"

She couldn't look at him, couldn't speak. All of her attention focused on just breathing, just making sure she stayed awake, even as she felt the tingle running up every inch of her, inside and out still. How his cock pressed into her from inside, and how the weight of him pressed down on her from outside.

A few seconds of that, of just… breathing seemed to have been answer enough to Jaune. He chuckled. His breath felt downright cool compared to the furnace her body had become.

He made a shallow thrust, not even pulling back but instead pushing the head of his cock against the entrance of her womb.

The cry she heard herself made could barely count as human.

~TtT~

It was almost like having an automatic cocksleave, Jaune idly thought as he continued to shallowly thrust his cock against the entrance of Yang's womb.

Each time his cockhead tapped against the opening, she'd squeeze him tightly, her pussy's clenching was similar to the shuddering of her body at the sensation. Her insides telling him what her voice wasn't capable of anymore: that she was confused and overwhelmed.

So overwhelmed, in fact, that he'd needed to slap her awake so he could properly enjoy her cumming to Portion sex.

But that was how he liked his girls. Overwhelmed with so much sensation that all they could do was sit there and take it. Like toys.

And Yang was turning into one hell of a toy so far.

She gushed about him, juices flowing out like a river and wetting the parts of his cock that he couldn't fit inside of her. Despite that, Yang's body was so hot that Jaune couldn't say the base of his cock felt left out from the cold air. Heat radiated from her like a small furnace, one that was ten times as intense inside of her as it was on her skin. Jaune couldn't wait till he'd softened her up enough to push all of him in.

Oh that was going to be a great time, wasn't it? Yang's womb was an erogenous zone now. Not as developed as he wanted it to be yet, but he'd get to that point soon. To where he'd truly be able to just rest his dick inside of her, the head of his cock against her cervix, and she'd stimulate herself to orgasm.

All without his needing to move an inch.

His own little, blond, lactating, vibrating fleshlight.

Jaune couldn't wait.

"We're going to have so much fun, Yang." He told the girl, bending down to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he moved his hand to press down on her womb, pushing his cock hard against the entrance at the same time.

Yang was so hoarse, her orgasm was more a whimper than a scream.

It was to that, as she pulsed around his cock, that Jaune came.

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