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- Luckenhaft: This story takes place about two years before the start of RWBY's actual story canon. Yang's still in Signal here. For the color, I guess I coulda used a better word. She's closer to medium in terms of skin tone, but that'd make her sound like meat, ironic as that is to say in a fic like this.

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(Slightly) Shared Senses, Pissing

Chapter 8

Light filtered through the gaps between the curtains of Yang's room. The place was just barely lit, but there was enough for Jaune to enjoy his handiwork.

Her head hung off the edge of the bed, beautiful blonde hair falling towards the floor in waves that caught the sun. She was still twitching, hips thrusting up and down as she choked on his cock.

Jaune enjoyed the sight of it, took in how her throat swelled around him, and bobbed each time she gagged. Her hair shone, the spit that dripped toward it from her mouth reflecting the sunlight. Yang's eyes were rolled back, the girl practically passed out from what he'd put her through the previous night.

The rest of her body carried the evidence of his abuse, her body covered in bruises that were already being healed by her aura. He'd attacked her tits with bites that left pale-pink marks, while he'd slapped her ass so frequently she'd probably still be feeling it by tomorrow, aura or no.

But the greatest evidence was all the cum. He'd finished inside her pussy so many times, it was a deluge that was still flowing, coating her thighs and glazing her legs. There was so much of it, that the sheets could no longer take it, and Yang lay in a puddle of the stuff. Each of her thrusts causing it to splash about, scattering it around the rest of her bed. More of it pooled between her tits, bridges of it connecting the growing mounds.

All that was left had been her head. Something Jaune had every intention of fixing now.

Her throat was tight. Unaccustomed to taking cock, especially cock of Jaune's size. Though from what Summer had told him, Yang wasn't exactly known for having any boyfriends back in school, and she'd definitely been tight enough to have been a virgin even though her hymen was already gone by the time he got to her.

The way she choked at practically every stroke, however, was the most telling bit. Her throat squeezed down on him every time she did, gripping him in just the sweetest way. The first few minutes of this, she'd panicked enough that her throat had turned into a vibrating throat-pussy with how much she'd tried to scream. After a while of his not letting up, of rough thrusting and her head being drowned in the smell of his cock and nothing else, she'd grown quiet except for her gagging. Her throat not broken in the way her will had been, at least for the day.

She'd been unwilling. Yang had done as he bade of her, but never wanted to make him feel like she was enjoying herself. That was fine by Jaune.

He was sure that she came more times tonight than she had the rest of her life combined. And he hadn't ever stopped fucking her as she came, watching her thrash and scream as the sensory overload hit her when he kept up the thrusting through her orgasm.

Whatever fear she had of her mother finding out about what they were doing had gone out the window then. Yang had only gotten louder as one orgasm rolled into the next.

Jaune couldn't fault her for that. Summer couldn't last through that, either. Eventually, his newest toy passed out. Jaune had been content to keep fucking her until she came to, then kept going as she fainted again. To her, the night must have been a blur of painful orgasms. A hall of pleasure unparalleled.

And now it was sunrise. Jaune was likely going to take the day off after this. Yang was in no shape to train, and Jaune couldn't say he was in the mood to exert himself that way, either.

Looking down he took the sight of spit flowing up her face, going over her nose and gluing her eyes shut before flowing into her hair. Each push down her throat stretched it, showing him a clear outline of his cock.

Every now and then, he'd reach out and rub the area as he fucked it, felt his own touch through the layer of Yang in between his hand and his dick. It was like using her throat as a cocksleave to masturbate.

Honestly, that's what he was doing. Same thing with Summer, too. That's what he was molding both his girls into. Living fuckdolls.

With a swing of his fist, Jaune struck Yang's womb from the outside, the blow strong enough that he saw semen gush out of her gaping pussy to join the puddle on her bed. She splashed into it then bounced back up.

And then she started twitching, shaking, squirming. Her throat clenched around him and she screamed. The bitch was cumming from having her womb punched.

"Oh that's a good squeeze, Yang." Jaune said with a laugh as he sped up his thrusts, reaching forward and grabbing both her tits. Squeezing them as he caught a glimpse of her eyes rolling back into her head. Each drag out had the head of his cock fight against the grip of her vibrating and tight throat. Each push had him fight an almost airtight seal that wouldn't let him in.

His balls tightened, rose, cum ready to shoot out and into Yang's throat.

"I think we'll call it for now, Yang… Ah… Y-you take the rest of the day off, you hear? Get some rest."

His thrusts sped up, pelvis now slamming into Yang's face in a way that would leave her throat as sore as the rest of her was sure to be. Throatslime pulled out and rolling over her face and hair with each thrust.

When Jaune came, he pulled out. Strings of spit connecting his cock to the depths of Yang's throat. The girl couldn't even close her mouth.

He made sure his cum landed entirely in her hair, made sure he got as much of it in there as possible. Soaked it in the stuff.

Yang loved her hair, it was only fitting that Jaune fucked that, too.

~TtT~

Summer was on his bed. His blankets rolled at the foot of the bed, her shaking legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with arousal. The woman's breaths came out in steamy jets, the sound echoing through the room's vaulted ceilings. Gently, Jaune saw her hands caressing her breasts, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching. Milk leaked from the tips of her nipples.

When he came close, her silver eyes looked to him blank, empty. Her mouth opened, her forehead soaked with sweat.

"Ma…Master… Please."

Hips thrust against empty air. It was an almost familiar sight. Jaune could imagine the sight of her dark hair splayed out around her turn golden in the morning light of his room. All that was missing now was the cum-glaze. Still, Summer was just as beautiful, if not moreso.

"Oh Summer." Jaune cooed, bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead. Summer whimpered beneath him. "Feeling a little full, are we? Tender?" His cock, still moist and slick with Yang, began to harden. Jaune reached up and took a grip of one of Summer's tits, squeezing.

Milk squirted out in a spray, drizzling her face in specks of white. She moaned, arched her back, thrust her hips into the air wildly.

"You couldn't cum without me, could you? And you were listening in like I told you?"

Her rapid nod wasn't really necessary. He'd made sure the sound from Yang's room was playing here, even made sure it was recorded for him to go over with Summer later.

Even more than that, he had tried something, something he didn't think Yang would have noticed at all with how focused she must have been on what Jaune was doing to her. But Summer? Summer who was forced to lay on her master's bed without being able to pleasure herself or cum?

She'd felt every single thing he'd done to Yang without being allowed the relief of cumming.

"Please, sir." Her voice was quiet, small. Like a girl younger than him rather than old enough to be his mother. "Please let me cum, please milk me, please fuck me… Ah… Use me…"

His hand went lower, letting go of her tit and brushing down her chest, to her stomach, to her womb. He gave her a gentle pat there.

"You know you can't, Summer. Not yet." Jaune made gentle circles over the place as he leaned down and captured a tit in her mouth. Summer groaned in a mix of pain and relief.

No, the rough fucking he subjected her to would put any potential children he'd put in her at risk, especially with how he liked to punch all the way into her womb, or crush it from her ass. Best to stick to her mouth and tits for now.

Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't make her cum from just milking her.

"And don't you want to taste Yang, Summer? She's still all over my dick." Standing back up, Jaune removed his robe and slid into bed beside her before his slave got up and wrapped her lips about his cock.

This… Oh sometimes, Jaune needed this.

Most of the time, fucking was rough with him. He couldn't help it. There was something in him that just came alive whenever he had his girl flopping about like a stringless marionette after he'd gotten them out of sorts.

Something primal in him found satisfaction in that. They were like that because of him. They couldn't couldn't string together a single sentence, couldn't think straight, hells, sometimes they couldn't even keep control of their body. He'd remembered when he first managed to get Summer to piss herself in orgasm, or when he'd first gotten her to lose strength in his legs.

He'd found it so hot he'd kept fucking her until she could literally not get up the following day. With her bedridden, he'd fucked her all of the that day, too.

But sometimes, there was something so satisfying with having Summer just take things slow.

"Cock… Master's cock…"

No, after what he'd enjoyed with Yang through the night, he was more than happy to just rest in his bed while the girl's mother drained him of his exertions.

She'd licked about him slowly, swirling her tongue atop the head of his cock that had sent tingles all the way up his spine. His member twitched at the sensation, his toes wiggled. Summer had a hand below his balls and lifted them up in a gentle fondle. Her fingers wiggling, slow and sensual.

While she worshiped his head, her hand stroked up and down his shaft, going from her lips to his base. When she licked about the shaft, slurping up the remains of her daughter's juices, Summer cupped her hand around his cockhead, squeezed, and twisted. Her spit-slick hand sending shocks down his cock while her tongue would lick up and down his shaft or kiss and suck on his balls.

"This cock fucked my daughter… Ah… Fucked my little sunshine…"

Jaune groaned, leaning into his pillows while his eyes closed and just basked in it all.

Here, he'd let her go about her work for as long as he wanted. Sometimes he'd just sit like this for hours at a time as Summer pleasured him, kept at a low thrum of pleasure so pleasant he could fall asleep to it.

"I can taste her, Master Jaune… Hmm… Did you enjoy her? Did she please you?"

Many times, he would. Maybe he'd even do that this morning. With the curtains drawn, his room was dark enough, and it certainly was cool enough that a nap sounded good, especially after all the fucking he'd done.

Besides, if ever he'd cum, Summer would just hold him in her mouth before fellating him back to hardness to let the cycle begin again.

"Master's cock… Master's cock that put a baby in me… Hmm! Yess… Will you fuck a baby into my Yang, too?"

It was to that, to this languid pace and the praise of his Summer Rose, that Jaune fell asleep.

~TtT~

Cock!

Master's Cock!

She had missed this, missed it a good deal. Summer had only been apart from it for a little over a day, but it felt a day too long now. The way her pussy burned between her legs, and the still painful swell of her tits were a constant reminder of how neglected she'd been.

Her tongue lapped at his cockhead, rolling over his glans and picking up the taste of his precum. She could still taste her daughter on him, smell her on him. The lightest hint over her was there.

Summer could feel the smell of it go straight to her brain. The world fell away as she attended to her master, as she stroked his shaft, fondled his balls, sucked on his tip. The world outside was gone, the manor was gone, the room was gone.

Only her master. Only Jaune. Only his cock, his cum, his pleasure.

She squirmed at the thought, even more as her tender nipples rubbed against the cotton sheets of the bed each time she moved. Felt them drag and pull at her nipples even as beads of milk came out. Between her legs, her arousal flowed down her thighs like a waterfall.

Despite it all, Summer would not touch herself. Master wanted to be attended to as he rested, and Summer wouldn't spare a hand when it took both and her mouth to do so.

So as she worked, she thought, she remembered.

Her daughter had squealed like a pig last night. Some of the sounds Yang made as Jaune had used her made her sound like a dying animal.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!… Ooooooooough!" It had come punctuated by a scream right after, one where her voice cracked, then broke, then stuttered. Summer could practically feel herself vibrate as the phantom orgasm overcame her. Her body shook, thrashed, flopped about like a fish out of water. Her hands held on to the sheets as she tried to hold on.

"It hurts! It huuuuurts! W-why does cumming huuuuuurt!?"

Her breasts flopped above her, squirted little streams of milk at her movement and released some of the pressure building up inside her. But it hadn't been enough. Despite what should have been an orgasm, she felt even more pent-up than before. Her cockhole letting out juices that passed down her spread asscheeks into the sheets.

But now, with her master's cock in her mouth and even without touching herself at all, the heat was building. Her hips shuddered in excitement, her insides clenched down on nothing. She was getting closer.

It was only through this cock, this cock that owned her, now owned her daughter. That had fucked Yang's mouth, fucked Yang's tits, fucked Yang's pussy. Had dumped bucket-fulls of cum on all three, and even put a baby inside Summer, herself.

Her eyes closed, Summer swirled her tongue about the head, moved both her hands to gently massage his balls, then dove.

The head brushed against the roof of her mouth. It twitched. Then it brushed past the entrance of her throat.

When she'd hilted him, she'd moved one hand to run at her neck and felt the bulge. The smell of his cum-covered, girlcum-covered pubes went straight to her head. Summer's eyes rolled back as she tried to swallow. Her throat ineffectually bobbed around his shat, only stimulating him further.

Even her hand joined in, squeezing her neck from the outside to stimulate him. Moving up and down as though to stroke him with her throat as the cocksleeve, all while continuing to fondle his balls.

Closer! She was getting closer! Her twitching was getting more regular now, the small movements causing her throat to clench about his dick as she pulled herself up then down into his base again. Her tits now trembled every time she squished them down on the bed. Summer could even feel some of her juices splashing against her legs.

Had Yang been able to deepthroat him, too? Or had Jaune not made it a question by forcing himself down her throat even as she couldn't take it? Even as she suffocated? Her pussy tightened at the thought.

Jaune's cock throbbed inside her. Her efforts beginning to bear fruit, even though she was going at a pace just slow enough to let him stay asleep. Still, his satisfaction showed through in the way his pelvis thrust up to pound against her face. It shook her head, made her dizzy. The blow strong enough to feel like a hammerblow even through her aura.

It was here she came.

The sound she made reminded her of Yang. A muffled, blocked sound of an animal being slaughtered alive. Terrified and in pain, but all Summer felt was the soft squishiness of her pussy as it squirted girlcum all over the master's bed, the faint feeling of being fucked persisting through the emptiness inside of her.

Still, she stayed on the cock. Master hadn't cum, and she'd have continued anyway, even then. She'd suck him off all day if he wanted her to.

Now, Summer needed to be milked. Her tits still felt painfully full even though she'd cum, even though she'd squirted some of it in her orgasm. Only master could milk her without permission.

Soon, Yang would have these, too. Soon both of them would be able to be milked.

Just like the breeding cows they were.

The image of her eldest daughter fat with child and leaking milk filled her mind. She could already smell the cum leaking from her pussy and the milk from her tits. Summer could practically taste it.

~TtT~

Yang's eyes were glued shut.

She didn't know how long she'd been laying there, but she couldn't get up, didn't have the strength to. She felt awful, disgusting. Her face was still mostly wet, spit and slime covering her. Her hair, too, was wet, this time from Jaune's cum. It hung limply about her, surrounding her with the smell of him still.

All of her was covered in his cum, really. From her tits to her tummy, to the pool her ass was in, and the deluge that was still slowly coming out of her pussy. Her thighs burned and her pussy gaped.

Hot… so hot.

Yang whimpered, turned her head to one side and tried to push it into the bed. She was assaulted by the sensation of her cum-drenched hair as it rubbed against her face.

It only made the heat worse.

"Why?… Whyyyyyy?" She didn't recognize the voice that came out of her mouth. It was smaller, thinner. One that reminded her of when she was young.

The cum was so thick, it flowed around her fingers like jelly as she thrust her fingers inside. Her legs spread, each arm resting on the inside of her thighs as she did so.

Yang's hips thrust up when she brushed a thumb against her clit, her ass lifted from the pool of cum she lay on before splashing back down afterwards.

Still, she fingered herself, dug about in the cum-filled hole that was her pussy. It hurt, it did. Her everything was sore, tired. Just holding her arms up was painful, and her eyes clenched shut even as she did it. So why? Why couldn't she stop?

But instead of making her stop, the pain drove her, pulling gasping breaths from her as she continued to masturbate furiously. Jaune's cum and her juices lubricated her fingers, digits rubbed against her walls, digging in and towards the spot that she liked best.

"Hngg… Hnggaaaah"

More she pushed. It felt so good. It hurt so good. Each push against her insides, each brush against her clit drove her higher. Even more as she let every other sensation sink in to join the pleasure, add to it.

The heat of the cum she lay in, her wet sodden sheets, the soreness of her well-used pussy, the way her legs shook even as she kept them spread and her ankles against her ass. She felt her tits heave with each breath, and the stench of Jaune's cum so strong she felt she'd remember the smell for the rest of her life, like she'd never escape it.

Yang had been used as a cumrag, and she was getting off of on it. She remembered the sensation, of Jaune's cock plunging in and out of her, stretching her further than she even though possible.

Already she could imagine him over her again, keeping her legs folded open as he plunged into her from above and his hands squeezed her tits together.

Tits. Not breasts. She had tits. Tits for Master Jaune.

"Master Jaune… Master Jaune…"

Her throat grew warm, felt filled with something even as she opened her mouth to breathe. It was strange, paradoxical. Yang leaned back as her pussy grew hotter still at the thought of him shoving his hands in there, forcing them down her throat as she socked on his digits.

Yang gagged, thrust her hips up as she kept fingering herself.

She was master's now. Master's new toy. She'd been drowned in literal buckets of cum, and this was just going to be the beginning, wasn't it? Would he fuck her like this again tomorrow? The day after? Would he take her after training like he'd done for their first time together?

Would he fuck her in front of her own mother?

Fire came down her throat and Yang felt she was drowning. Choking back, she stopped breathing with her mouth wide open.

She keened as her orgasm finally came, legs shaking so violently she could feel the bed do the same under her. If her eyes could open, they'd have rolled back into her head. Girlcum squirted to join her master's in the pool at the center of her bed.

Then, in her shaking, her arms brushed over her womb, pressed down on it.

Yang screamed. Her legs gave out and she continued to thrash about in the puddle of cum. It got all over her, fading warmth getting on her arms, her back, pooling in her belly button. She was glazed in Jaune's cum, she was sure of it.

Eventually it passed, as did whatever it was she felt in her throat, and the thoughts that had overcome her.

All that was left was an undercurrent of shame that she'd promised to herself she'd never speak of. She'd gone and enjoyed herself to the idea of being Jaune's toy, as though the horror she was now going to be subjected to was a good thing. At this point, Yang couldn't be sure if it was still all her or if something was happening to her.

This… all of this, was starting to feel like a dream. A nightmare.

Only later, after she'd finally caught her breath, did she notice it. The acrid smell that had mixed in with the small of cum she was covered in, pungent in an almost too familiar way.

She'd pissed herself when she came.

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