Jaune continues to have his fun with Raven Branwen while Yang deals with the fallout of yesterday's events.
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More Torture
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Chapter 19
Yang had almost died yesterday.
Oddly enough, it hadn't been the first time. The first time she'd almost died had been when she'd run away from home with Ruby in tow. It had been when Summer had first gotten hurt. Yang's dad had lost it and she'd gotten it into her head that the only way she'd be getting her parents back was if she found her birth-mom and took her to see them. Like Raven Branwen was some sort of witch in a fairy tale.
Instead, it had gotten them attacked by Grimm. And if uncle Qrow hadn't shown up to save her and her sister, they'd have both been goners.
She remembered what she felt right after that. Terrified, regretful, fearful for Ruby.
Yang almost died yesterday, too. Jaune had beat her, thrashed her. He'd shattered her aura and had kept on going. He'd started strangling her. And she'd been helpless to stop it. She'd fought, she'd tried to pull at the hair he'd been using to choke her. She'd lost.
Jaune had fucked her as he was killing her. While she choked, all sensation she felt was of his cock, how big it was inside her, how it filled out every inch of her, each stroke rearranging her insides as his fuckstick drove all the way to the back of her womb.
She came and came and came even as she was pulled ever closer to death. It was something Yang never considered.
"Hnggggggβ¦ Ahβ¦"
Clenched teeth bit down on her sheets, heaving breaths let out air so hot Yang could almost see puffs of it in the air of her chill room. Despite it, her mouth felt parched and her head dizzy.
Ass raised up, legs spread, and her face half-pressed into her bed, she worked herself closer to orgasm first thing in the morning. She was sweaty, skin sticking to her sheets and her soaked hair plastered to her cheeks and back. Lavender blurred with tears and shakes went up and down her whole body.
While her hands⦠Instead of being finger-deep in her pussy, they were just above it. Palms against her skin and her digits pressing down - down hard enough it seemed to sink into her skin - on her womb.
Her hips thrust down against her hands. The jolt of movement sent a wave of pressure knocking straight into her core.
"Ooooooooh!"
Purple eyes rolled up into her head as the world turned white for a split second. Juices gushed out of her fuckhole and Yang was given a reminder of the high she experienced as she came close to death the way she had yesterday. Even now - after the master healed her - she could feel the echoes of what had almost happened.
Her body remembered the high of it, the light-headedness, the helplessness.
Yang's womb clenched at the very memory of it. She pressed down harder, practically rested her entire weight on her fingers.
It hurt.
A wave of arousal flowed down her thighs, coming down as a waterfall of girlcum while she let loose a wail through her clenched teeth. She was so close. On the precipice. Yang was practically kneading her womb now, she could feel how she crushed it under her own weight.
But she just wouldn't cum. She hung off the edge, teetered. The fall would not come. Every time she felt like she'd go over, the grip seemed to pull her back, pull her away.
With a whimper she tried harder, hips thrusting more violently one hand stimulating her engorged clit before going back to pressing on her womb from the outside. Her womb was just more sensitive now. Even when she was touching it from outside, even when it was as gentle as a light brush. Yang felt it.
She didn't know how she was ever supposed to wear garters or belts over that region again. She suspected that's exactly what Jaune wanted from her. To be stuck wearing skirts for the rest of her life, lest the pressure of that alone leave her too aroused to think.
Yang would always be available. Her holes easy to access, easy to fill.
The image of Jaune's cock filling her asshole came to her, pressing his colossal length against her womb from behind while his fingers crushed her from the front.
A sob broke from her throat as she felt her rosebud wink at the thought. One hand reached into her backdoor to try and do exactly that.
It hurt. Yang gasped as the stinging pain radiated up from her behind as her fingers spread her asshole open. Another wave of shakes rocking her body as her legs went weak just a little bit and they spread just a little bit more.
She reached and reached and reached. Until she almost had her whole hand in there. A ball of fire being shoved into her ass.
But still she couldn't reach it.
Yang wailed.
She needed cock. Her master's cock.
He could reach it. He could wreck her womb from both sides at the same time. He could wreck her womb from inside by shoving his cock up inside it. Stretch it, crush it, reshape it the way he'd reshaped her body and her life.
The girl imagined her master's cock tenting her belly again, his too-big cock pressing into her womb so hard it stuck out of her. Her hands wrapped around the bulge and cupping his cock from the outside. Jacking him off with her pussy, cervix, and womb being used as an all-in-one onahole.
"Yessssssssss." She hissed, feeling herself drawing closer to the peak again as Jaune used her like a toy.
Frantic thrusts shook the bed, her body shaking as she crushed her stomach against one hand. The vague sound of a pop echoed in her ears as the hand in her asshole pulled out and wrapped around her hair.
Then she wrapped her hair around her neck.
He choked her that way yesterday. Yang's own prized hair, the same prized hair he loved soaking in cum, blocking off blood and air. Tighter, tighter, tighter.
She'd have moaned if she could. The light-headedness she sought turned from memory to reality as the world darkened at the edges. Sensations amplified, the pain-pleasure of her womb lighting up her mind like a star in her core.
Her body spasmed, her legs gave way, her vision turned white.
Yang came.
Yang came to thoughts of her womb being turned into a cocksleeve and her life being spent for her master's pleasure.
It was bliss.
~TtT~
The orgasm washed over Raven like a tidal wave.
She fought it with every ounce of willpower she had. She fought to maintain control, to not let her shaking legs give way as she squirted around the cock lodged deep inside her.
On her tiptoes, she tried to keep herself balanced. Uncomfortable, shaky.
Blue eyes met hers, glinting, grinning. Even with the hitch in his breath, he seemed more put together than he had any right to be. The boy licked his lips and pressed his pelvis forward.
"Hrkg!"
The world throbbed around her, lungs gasped for air as the feeling of his girth tried to pierce deeper. He pushed up as her ankles gave way in a moment of weakness. Raven fell.
Pain joined the pleasure, the back of her head throbbed from the violence of the strap around her neck slamming her into the wall behind her. Whatever scream or grunt of pain had been building in her throat was arrested by the clenching thing about it.
Still, electricity danced on her skin, tingles of pleasure running up her spine as she tried to resist her shattering quim. The shaking and shuddering lapping at the strength of her knees, of her back. Each a part in stopping her strangulation. Otherwise, only the boy's cock would keep her from choking.
Raven didn't know how long she'd been like this now.
Everything after the lightning had been a blur to her. A hazy fog of pleasure and pain all rolled into one before she'd woken up in the boy's bedroom with her arms bound behind her back and a criss-cross of straps and harnesses that wrapped around her body and ending around her neck.
She'd been left strapped to a hook on the wall by her neck and sitting on a high chair while the boy watched her from his bed. Summer was in between his legs sucking him off like she'd been yesterday, though Yang had been nowhere to be found.
Of course, her first instinct had been to call on her semblance. When no portal appeared, no telltale rush of wind and heat that told her a tear in reality had opened, she'd tried to call on her maiden powers.
Like yesterday in that other room, Raven felt nothing. It was as if she'd been robbed of all her powers. Empty.
Not even her bird answered.
Raven had wiggled in her ties afterwards, tried to see if there had been anything to give or any room to move. She'd been punished with an almost immediate tightening around her throat as she was made to realize that she'd been bound to the wall and any attempt to pull herself away from her spot would choke her.
And so robbed of any other options, she'd decided to ask for answers:
"What'd you do to me?" She hissed, focusing on the anger, at the indignity of her situation. The cool morning air chilled her naked skin, except where the little pinches and pulls that told her where her bindings squeezed. Under and between her breasts, her hips, her thighs.
She'd been kept trussed-up, if not more so than yesterday.
But Jaune Arc didn't deign to answer her, instead just looking at her as he and Summer whispered to each other in voices too low for her to hear from across the room. All Raven could really hear were the giggles and sighs, the kisses and slurps and gags. Summer Rose serviced the boy's cock slavishly, worshiped it, worshiped him.
It was a sight Raven hadn't ever imagined from the woman that had once been her friend. The Summer Rose she remembered had been a bright thing, someone that could light up the room whenever she entered it, but hid a fiery temper that put Raven's own to shame. It was with good reason that Raven answered to Summer and not the other way around when they'd been teammates, after all.
Summer had been the strongest of them. Silver Eyes or no, Ozpin or no. Summer had been iron.
This⦠this mewling thing was nothing like the woman she'd grown up with.
Raven didn't think she'd even been like this with Taiyang. Not before she'd made her move on Raven's ex-husband, and certainly not after. Raven couldn't imagine it.
The Summer Rose before her knelt and crawled about the bed as she moved, belly big and tits even bigger. Her back was arched and her nipples dragged against the sheets. Raven could see the faintest glinting of light reflecting off the tips before they were soaked up by the cloth covering the bed. Summer was lactating.
Juices flowed freely from between her legs, sometimes straight down in a stream that caught the light of the sunrise coming through the windows. It marked a wet patch on the bed, such was her arousal.
She shook and shuddered as she suckled at the boy's cock. Moans muffled by cockmeat made it all the way to where Raven had sat as Summer went about her work. At least before Arc decided to take a more active role in his morning blowjob by grabbing at Summer's head and forcing her to take him down to the hilt.
He, too, shook. Cumming down the older woman's throat as he kept her pinned to his pelvis. And through all this, Summer seemed to cum, too, a spray of arousal marking a cone on the sheets while her legs gave way.
Raven's breath caught at the sight of it all. Whether it was from Summer's climax or the way the boy was handling her, she didn't know. This place was doing things to her, she was sure of it. If not in warping her, then at least keeping her leashed here and unable to escape.
But she was wet. Squirming, she could feel the moisture building in between her legs, the heat. Her thighs had clenched and her mouth clenched shut as a wave of impotent rage filled her.
When the boy finished, he'd pulled Summer off his length and drank his fill from the other woman's tits before making his way to Raven.
Her blood-red eyes were drawn to his organ, and she couldn't turn away from it even as she tried to. It didn't make sense to her how a boy his age could have one so⦠large. On his still-growing body it looked even larger. It shone from being slick with spit and throat-slime, throbbing, erect.
Raven gulped, gathered her wits about her. "You never answered my question, kid."
Somehow, she'd kept her voice steady, but the grin he sent her way made her wonder if he'd caught her staring.
"I fucked you is what I did." The brat sounded all too pleased with himself. He was close enough that she could feel some of his heat cutting through the morning air. The light brush of his breath tingled at the tips of her turgid nipples. Raven shuddered.
She grit her teeth again, swallowed. "You know what I mean."
Arc laughed before brushing his hand up her thighs. "And you're a smart woman, Raven Branwen. You can probably figure out what I did."
Magic. The only thing that could have done any of this.
"I don't have anything to do with Ozpin's war, brat. Or Salem."
The answer she got took the form of a raised eyebrow. "What made you think this had anything to do with either of them? Salem doesn't have anything to do with my business. And Ozpin doesn't even know you're here."
"Don't take me for a fool, kid." Raven snapped, growling. "Only those two have anything to do with magic on Remnant. The maidens, the relics, it's all tied to them. If you're using magic - and that's the only way you've been able to keep me here - you're tied to one of them."
Heat crept up her thighs as he slid his hands up, going all the way to where they met her hips. Arc's fingers looped around the part of the harness there.
"My family isn't involved in that little war of theirs, Raven." The boy leaned in close, eyes gleaming as the rest of his face darkened. "Thisβ¦ all of thisβ¦"
Arc pulled at the straps, gently at first but enough that she could feel the loop around her neck tighten. Raven grunted.
"All of this isn't anything to do with some larger plan."
"But⦠you⦠you have Summer." Raven argued in between gasps, air getting harder to come by as Jaune now threatened to pull her off the edge of her high chair. He'd parked his cock in between her legs, his lengthy shaft laying on her skin and threatening how far into her it could go.
It went up to her navel.
"Summer's hot." He answered without missing a beat, mouth open in a grin that reminded Raven of a predator baring its fangs. "That's all the reason I ever needed."
He kicked the chair out from under her.
~TtT~
Jaune had to fight for every inch of Raven's pussy as he entered her.
Summer hadn't been kidding when she'd told him that her once-teammate was a fighter. Morseo than even their daughter.
Raven Branwen struggled in every way she could when he'd caught her. She'd drawn on her maiden powers, drawn on her semblance, drawn on that transformative gift she'd gotten from the old man. If Jaune hadn't been ready for everything Raven was capable of doing, keeping her in the chateau would have been very difficult indeed.
Good thing Summer had been perfectly happy to tell him every little thing he needed to be ready for so he'd be able to keep Raven with him indefinitely.
Now, she was little more than another girl to shove his cock into. Aura was always a plus because it meant he could get extra rough with her.
And damn she was tight. Even when he'd practically dropped her unto his cock, it took a few seconds for him to really get to the back of her pussy.
"Hmmmmmβ¦" He hissed, "All that muscle's being put to good use."
It was slow, it was slick, it was exquisite.
Both he and Raven groaned as he entered her. The woman in pain and panic, and Jaune in pleasure.
She pressed down around him, every square inch of his penis inside her stimulated by wet and clenching flesh.
He wanted to thrust, wanted to pull her all the way down and just jam his cock up to the hilt and just go to town.
This was an exercise in delayed gratification for him. Because right now he was being treated to a show.
Raven's legs shook, her ankles struggled to keep her on her tiptoes so she wouldn't fall. She'd been strung up so that she was just barely above the ground. Enough room for her to stretch so she'd be standing, but if she decided to stand flat, she'd hang.
And Raven Branwen was too much of a coward to be okay with dying this way.
Which left her with one other option. To rest her weight on his cock. All of it.
Jaune had seen the look on her face the first time she'd realized it, when the head of his cock first kissed the entrance to her cervix before it started to press. Her legs straightened, turned ramrod-straight and he'd caught a desperate wideness in her eye that spoke of fear.
He'd felt himself throb inside her, one her honeypot seemed to protest against with the way it squeezed down on him harder.
But he needed ways to keep himself preoccupied.
"She's got lovely tits, doesn't she, aster Jaune?" Summer's chin rested on his shoulder as she leaned into him. Her leaking nipples pressed against his bare back while a hand rested on his hip and another reached down to fondle his balls. Her featherlight touch pulled a pleased groan from him. "Raven always had a bigger set than me. Yang gets her rack from her."
Maybe before, he idly observed as his hands moved to lift Raven's breast from below, feeling the heft of them. Summer's had grown since she'd entered his service, Jaune wanting his maid to be nice and busty especially now that he was using her as a milking cow.
Credit where credit was due, however. Raven had some very lovely teardrop titties with large areola and turgid nipples that stood out even without any changes being made. His thumb brushed against one of them as he imagined how they'd jiggle after he hung bells off of them.
Raven shook at the touch, half-flinched away from him before the bindings pulled at her neck. Whatever noise she'd opened her mouth to make getting choked out of her throat.
She couldn't hide it, though. Even when her face managed to put on a face of anger, Jaune could feel her legs shaking underneath her, feel the way her pussy clenched around him, feel how her cervix entrance teased at the secrets that lay beyond.
"Yours are bigger, but I think we can fix that." He told her, his fingers tugging into Raven's titflesh and enjoying her subdued lurch of pain.
"They'll definitely get bigger once she's making milk." Summer stage-whispered, making sure her voice was loud enough for Raven to hear. "Just need to stuff a baby into that womb of hers." The hand on his hip moved to touch the area of Raven's womb, just above the bulge that showed how deep his cock was. "She looked beautiful while she was having Yang."
Raven tried to pull away, shuddering. Blood-red eyes clenching shut as fear Jaune was sure she'd refuse to admit to lapped at her soul. Both it and the continued weakening of her ankles and knees sent pleasant sensations up and down the length he had inside her. Vibrating around his cock in just the sweetest way.
"Oh you like the idea of that, do you?" He teased her with another light push of his pelvis, her insides giving to the force of him just the slightest bit. Raven pressed down on him, resisted his continued intrusion. All it did was make things better for him.
"Hngggggghk." Her back arched, and the maon was cut-off as the strap around her neck tightened once again.
Summer giggled in his ear, her breath soft and featherlight. The hand cupping his balls trapped around the part of his shaft that hadn't yet entered Raven's pussy. She started stroking him, her movements practiced as she jerked his juice-slick length while Raven's leaking pussy provided the lubricant.
"She's close, master⦠Hmmmm⦠Yang's close, too. I can feel it."
The body behind him pressed herself harder against his back as Summer, too, shuddered in pleasure. Her hips pushed against his back, her breath came out shaky. Raven was much the same.
When it happened, it happened to all three women. Yang broke herself in her room, the mind-shattering orgasm she experienced echoing to both her mothers. Summer's movements lost any semblance of control as she went from holding on to him to grabbing at him for dear life. Raven's knees shook, ankles beginning to give way.
Finally, finally Raven surrendered the exact same time her pussy gushed around his cock. Girlcum coating his cock, groin, and Summer's hands as her legs surrendered.
But even that was slow, her too-tight flesh tunnel somehow still pushing against his cock's entry while she hung by the neck and began to asphyxiate.
"Hmph! Hmppppph!"
The look on her face was panic-stricken, eyes wide and mouth open. Her insides crushed his cock while the door to her cervix started to get pushed deeper and deeper. The flailing of her uncontrollable legs only served to accelerate the process.
Jaune hissed as more of his length entered her, pleased sounds coming from his mouth as he leaned back into Summer and watched as the bulge of his cock inside Raven's belly crept higher and higher.
All at once, the woman's insides gave way, the doorway to her cervix thrown open by the unrelenting force of his cock and Raven's weight pressing down into it. Her body now dropping, dropping, dropping.
The sound of a pained wail rumbled deep in Raven's throat, the strap around her neck now holding unto her so tightly he could see it squeezing around the skin of her neck.
Looking down, Jaune was rewarded with a lovely sight: His cock tenting her belly as the head of his cock pushed against the back of her womb, every inch of his cock finally lodged deep inside the older woman.
And just like her pussy, it squeezed and squeezed and squeezed at him, the tightest hole he'd ever fucked.
Now, at least, Jaune started fucking her. Enjoying the pressure and the sensation of almost dragging out her insides while Raven was strangled.
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