The night sky loomed overhead as Team VNGR drove through the city. They were in the part of town that most of them wouldn't set foot in without a good reason. They were in what upstanding respectable folks called the "Entertainment District". In truth it was a collection of bars, clubs, casinos and other places where people went to get up to no good. If you wanted to get turnt up, tricked out or bust down, this was the place to be. The blinding neon lights of the various buildings tore through the black sky. Lucia and Giallo, who had never set foot in a place like this, looked around in awe.
"I've never seen so many people in one place before," Lucia said.
"Yeah, well try not to look like a tourist," Rock said. "These people will eat you alive if they think you're an easy mark."
He pulled over to the side of the road. "Alright, the place is up the street. Any closer and we'd have to pay to park."
"Am I gonna come back and find my car on cinder blocks?" Nigel asked.
"No one's gonna touch your car, Nigel," Rock sighed.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because they saw me in it. I told you I used to work out here. These people know me."
getting out the car and going up the street, the boys looked around and saw criers peddling the latest drugs, beautiful women trying to entice people into entering their shops and a horde of glass eyed junkies shuffling their way to their next high. For Rock this was like home, but to the others it might as well be another planet.
It didn't take long before their destination came into view. Even among the gaudy buildings it stood out. It was a massive building adorned with flashing golden lights. On the roof was a giant neon sign that read "Peaches". The ground floor was covered windows, offering a glimpse of the products sold inside. Beautiful women in lingerie smiled and waved at passers by to entice them to come inside.
"This is a whorehouse," Giallo observed.
"What gave it away? Was it the half naked women or the giant neon peach that looks like an ass?" Rock said.
"What!" Nigel squeaked. "Why are we going to a brothel?"
"Like I said, I'm going to see a friend of mine, and you needed some fresh air and if I told you where I was going you wouldn't have come. If anyone needs to get laid it's you. Besides I've seen your dick, it'd be a crime to let that thing go unused."
"So what exactly did you do here?" Lucia asked. "No offense, but you don't seem the type to offer companionship."
at that moment, a man went flying through the front door, landing in a heap outside. A close look revealed that his face was swollen and covered in bruises. After a moment the man's clothes were thrown at him and the door to the building was slammed shut.
"That was my job," Rock said, stepping over the man bleeding in the street. He walked through the doors and was immediately greeted by a high pitched girlish scream. A woman wrapped Rock up in a crushing hug, lifting him up off the ground.
"Rock, baby! It's been too long. I knew you couldn't stay away forever. No one ever forgets their first love."
"Thanks, I'd say I missed you too but I didn't. Now put me down."
"Do you know this woman?" Nigel asked.
The woman let out an airy laugh. "My name is Peaches, and I run this fine establishment. After years in the trade myself I wanted to give running my own business a try. And wouldn't you know it, I'm now running the largest bordello in Vale."
Rock rolled his eyes. "Don't let the smile fool you. She's part of the Malachite gang like I was. I saw her cut a dude's nuts off for roughing up one of the girls."
Peaches laughed. "What would you expect me to do? These girls work for me because they know I'll look out for them. And as I recall you yourself were quite vigorous in your defense of the ladies of this fine establishment."
"Yeah, whatever," Rock said. "Is Sandy working tonight?"
"She is, but wouldn't you rather spend a night with me?" she asked in a low, sultry tone.
"Hell no. I still got claw marks on my ass from the last time." Rock walked down a hallway. "Tell her I'm on my way up."
Peaches let out a huff. "That boy is no fun." She turned to the other three boys. "Well, I doubt you boys came all this way just to stand around in the lobby." She guided them over to a row of kiosks. On a screen was a scrolling list of all the women working. "Please, enjoy yourselves. I have a wide selection; all shapes, sizes and colors. We also have a variety of Faunus girls if that's your inclination."
Giallo found what he was looking for immediately and booked the next two hours. Lucia took a bit longer, but then his eyes lit up as he found a partner that hit every spot for him. The odd one out was Nigel, who kept scrolling and scrolling, none of the girls catching his eye. As he neared the bottom of the list he thought that the evening would be a total bust. Then he saw her. Just one look made his heart race. He needed to see her as soon as possible.
Giallo took a peek at Nigel's screen and physically recoiled. "Jeez, she looks like she got hit by a bus. Are you seriously gonna pick her?"
"OF course. She's exactly my type."
Peaches let out an airy laugh. "I see you've selected one of our special items. She works in the black rooms. The girls there serve clients with more discerning tastes. Now then, if you've all made your selections then feel free to go off and enjoy yourselves."
XxX
Rock let out a relaxed sigh as he felt the coarse hairs beneath his fingers. As his hands caressed the woman's thighs, he felt as though all of his problems were a distant memory. He was like a leaf on the water, drifting away without a care.
"Are you done?" a woman's sharp voice asked.
Rock groaned. "Damn it, I was in a groove there."
Sandy glared at Rock with her brilliant gold eyes. Rock always thought she was pretty, but her attitude left a lot to be desired. her perfect dark brown hair and the freckles dotting her nose and cheeks gave her a girl-next-door appeal, and she wasn't lacking in the chest area either, but her best feature was by far her legs. Halfway down her thighs her normal human skin ended, replaced with coarse horse hair atop thick, rippling muscle. Instead of feet, she had a pair of hooves giving her a particular appeal to deviants like Rock.
"If all you wanted to do was feel me up you could have waited til I was off the clock," Sandy complained.
"If you were off the clock you wouldn't let me do this," Rock said. He reached beneath her shirt and pawed at her breasts. "You're getting paid either way so I don't know why you're complaining."
"If I wanted to get felt up for an hour I'd go see my stepdad. What's with you anyway? I haven't seen you in months, then I hear all this talk about you going straight and shit. Next time I see your face you're in the papers and they're saying you took out a bunch of White Fang. Didn't know you meant it when you talked all that shit about cleaning your act up."
"Yeah, I guess. Actually I wanted to talk to you about that."
"Are you gonna take your hands off my tits first?"
"No."
Sandy rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever. What'd you wanna talk about anyway?"
Rock sighed. "You ever thought about it? You know, starting over and doing something different."
"No."
"Why not? You can't think of anything you'd rather be doing than this?"
"Shit, for what I'm getting paid I'd be an idiot to leave. Better than getting fucked for free back home. Why do you even care, anyway? You were the one who got me the job in the first place."
"I wish I had found another way, something else for you," he said.
Sandy let out a mirthless laugh. "Like what? I can't be a pusher, police would spot me from a mile away. I can't be muscle, and I'm definitely not cut out for the rough and rumble like you. They were just gonna shoot me in the head if you didn't speak up. Why the sudden change?"
Rock sighed and put his hands down. "It's been bugging me for a while, all the shit I did and I just walk away clean? That's not right."
"So? Who cares about right? There's people who never done wrong int heir life but wound up dead anyway, and some of the most heinous motherfuckers on the planet are living like kings. Right and wrong, none of that shit matters. You of all people should know that."
Rock sighed. "Maybe you're right. Before I would have agreed with you, but I can't think like that. If I want to be better I have to believe that things can get better. When I got to Beacon, I met so many people, good people. I just kept thinking to myself 'what if there were more people like them, and less people like me?'
Sandy chuckled softly. "You're halfway there already. You saved my life, after all, and there was that shit that got you exiled. You saw something was wrong and you did something about it. Most people would have just looked the other way and acted like they didn't see it. You just gotta keep being you, you know?"
Sandy pulled Rock into a hug. "You are a good guy, even if you don't see it yet."
"Thanks, Sandy. We're still gonna fuck, right?"
"Definitely."
XxX
Lucia looked at the blue eyes staring back at him, wide with shock and filled with chagrined tears. That fearful, hateful gaze made Lucia's heart race. His grip on the knife was so tight that his hand was shaking. He could tell that Jaune was begging, pleading for him to reconsider, but through the gag in his mouth his words were muffled gibberish. Lucia ran a hand along Jaune's chest, feeling the toned muscle beneath the boy's skin. He was more beautiful than words could describe. He was everything Lucia wanted.
Lucia leaned forward and planted a kiss on Jaune's chest. He felt Jaune thrash and fight to break free, but the bonds tying him down refused to budge. He was trapped, completely at Lucia's mercy.
"I've wanted to do this since the day I met you," Lucia purred. "I do love you, more than words could possible describe. Let me show you."
Lucia raised the knife and plunged it into Jaune's chest. Jaune thrashed and bucked, screaming into the gag. Lucia pulled the blood slick knife from Jaune's body and brought it down again and again. Every stab sent shocks through his arm and made his heart flutter. Again, and again and again he brought the knife down, until he was just stabbing into a pulsating red mass. The blood completely coated Lucia's hands and face. He was so aroused it was painful. He wrapped his blood soaked fingers around his erection and stroked himself off. It wasn't long before he was spraying his seed all over Jaune's corpse. It was the most intense orgasm of his life.
"Okay, that's enough," he heard a far off voice say. He felt a tugging sensation, like he was a fish caught on a hook. He felt himself getting pulled along, until he was suddenly back in his room at the brothel sitting on a bed. Across from him was the man he had requested, a young, slender man with dark blue eyes and a brilliant smile. The man had his fingers on Lucia's head, and when he withdrew them Lucia was snapped back to reality.
Lucia's chest heaved with heavy, labored breaths. He had a vague idea of what the man's semblance could do from the catalog, but this was far beyond his expectations. This man was no mere illusionist, he tapped into the senses and made the dream as realistic as possible. Lucia could still felt the imprint from the knife's handle, could still taste Jaune's blood on his lips. Even the fatigue from the stabbing felt real.
"That was… that was," Lucia began.
"A dream come true?" the man teased. "I've never seen someone come that hard before. It went halfway across the room."
Lucia went red. For the first time in his life he felt embarrassed. "Sorry, I lost myself a bit."
The man laughed. "Don't worry about it, we've got people to clean that up. Besides if you didn't blow that hard I would've been insulted."
"That semblance is quite something," Lucia said. "I've never experienced anything like that before."
"Yeah, not very useful in a fight, but it makes me one of the top earners in this place."
Lucia rubbed the back of his head. "I must admit, when I told you what I wanted I thought you would reject me. I admit I have some… deviant interests. You're the first person I've met who wasn't repulsed by them."
The man laughed. "It's all good. If I were the squeamish type I would never have lasted in this job. I once had a client who wanted to have sex with his seven year old daughter, a woman who wanted to eat her husband alive, and every other night I get someone who just wants to kill their annoying coworker. It's fucked up, yeah, but as long as I can make a month's rent in one night I'm not gonna complain."
Lucia observed the man. In a way the two of them were alike. Both of them made their livings by wading waist deep in horror, and it certainly affected their disposition. Again, Lucia found himself wondering if he could have found himself in a similar situation. From a certain point of view, he spent his entire life selling his body to whoever wanted it, just not always in the manner this person did.
The man suddenly got close to Lucia, his eyes wide with excitement. "So are you really a huntsman? That's so cool. I don't' get a lot of them as clients."
"I'm just a student, but yes," Lucia replied.
"That's awesome. I tried to get into Beacon, but didn't get past the entrance exam."
"What happened?"
"I almost got killed, that's what. I got attacked by a pack of beowulves and hid in a cave the whole time. One of the teachers had to come get me. Lemme tell you, having a set of jaws come an inch away from biting my face off seriously killed my enthusiasm for the whole thing."
Lucia laughed. "Well, I've been fighting all my life, so it just came naturally to me. Although I think that if I didn't end up there I would have wound up in a place like this."
"Well, if the whole huntsman thing doesn't work out, you could always work here. I know a few guys who'd pay through the nose for a beauty like you."
"I'm flattered, but I must decline. I had enough of that as a child, although I didn't get paid for it."
"That's too bad. You and me could take over this place. So, since we've still got some time left, think you could tell me a little about what Beacon is like?"
"I'd be happy to."
XxX
Nigel sat in a pitch black room. Even with his heightened senses, all he could make out were the vague shapes surrounding him. Everything was black, from the chair he was sitting on to the soundproofing panels that lined the walls and ceiling. Even the woman sitting next to him was just a vague, blurry outline of a person. He could feel her arms around him, could feel her lips against his, but he couldn't see her. He wished he did, he needed to see her face. Someone as beautiful as her didn't need to hide in the dark.
"You're in such good shape," the woman whispered. She ran her hands along Nigel's body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. "I've never had someone so young come in before. It's usually old men, or people who can't afford anyone better."
"Thanks, I work out a lot," Nigel replied. Even the woman's voice drove him crazy. He had to see her, he had to know if someone so beautiful really existed.
"Um, do you really look like you do in the picture?" Nigel asked.
The woman let out a soft laugh. "Do you really want to see what I look like?"
"More than anything."
The woman laughed and handed Nigel a small penlight. "Here, look all you want."
Nigel clicked the light on and shone it over the woman's body. There was only enough light to see a small portion at a time, but that was enough for him. He shone the light on her thigh and saw a large, dark bruise. It looked like someone had kicked her. Every inch of this woman's body was a work of art. There were bruises along her legs, healed scars from knife wounds on her buttocks, and there was a scar on her thigh from a broken bone. There was a deep, purplish bruise on her stomach, a fist most likely, and there were deep lines across the top of her breasts like someone had dragged a knife across them. Then there were the small cigarette burns all over, and the marks from old stitches for more severe injuries.
"Lovely," Nigel breathed.
"You're really strange, you know that. I've never met someone who likes scars so much," the woman said.
Nigel moved the light up to the woman's face and his heart leapt. Her face was covered in bruises, both old and new. Her nose was crooked, like it had been broken and healed wrong. Her mouth was full of missing teeth, but Nigel was drawn to her eyes. Her left eye was darkened by a bruise, but the right was so swollen it was nearly shut completely. There was a fresh stitch near her eye from a cutting, to help bring down the swelling.
"So pretty," Nigel panted. He was getting light headed. Being so close to someone so beautiful was doing things to his mind. He needed to have her right now.
The woman laughed. "I cant recall the last time someone said that to me. Most guys can barely get it up when they see me, but look at you." She palmed Nigel's cock and felt it straining against his pants. "It's so big, I might get split in half."
"Before that, do you think you could tell me how you got them?" Nigel asked.
"My husband," she replied. "He hates that I do this, but all he does is drink and get high all day. I'm the only one making any money, and that just burns him up so he takes it out on me."
"He beats you?"
"He hits me, he kicks me, burns me with cigarettes, and when he's really angry he comes at me with a knife. He's a real brute. I think he just likes hurting me. And you like seeing the aftermath. I guess there's something about me that just attracts deviants."
"This must have really hurt," Nigel said, running his fingers along the scars on the woman's breasts.
"Oh it was the worst. It hurt so much I passed out. He just took that knife and cut me slow, like this." She drew a line across Nigel's chest with the tip of her finger. Nigel let out a shudder as he felt her touch on him.
The woman let out a giggle. "You're so cute."
She fished his cock out of his pants, teasing the tip against her entrance. "you're going to make some lucky girl very happy."
she sank down onto his cock, gasping as she felt him fill her up. She started riding him, slowly building up speed. She was tight, and wet, but Nigel felt nothing. He could feel a sense of pleasure, but nothing like before when he was looking at her scars. Something was missing. His eyes went to the scars on her breasts and felt a twitch in his cock. He suddenly had an idea. He leaned in close and bit her on her right breast. He felt her walls tighten around him. He bit down harder, until he tasted blood.
"Ah!" the woman cried, shuddering as she felt the pleasures of her orgasm wash over her. Nigel came himself, lost in bliss as he shot his load deep inside the woman. For a moment he was lost in a haze, feeling like he was on top of the world. Then he saw the bite marks on the woman's breast and felt an immense guilt.
"Oh crap, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me."
The woman laughed and kissed Nigel on the forehead. "You're so sweet. It's okay, really. You wanna know a secret?"
"What?"
"I like it when people hurt me."
"Wow."
"You know, we've got a bit more time left, how about another round?"
Nigel nodded, and the two of them got back to it.
This is the best night ever, Nigel thought.
XxX
The battlefield was strewn with bodies. The fallen warriors could only lie there, their efforts for naught. The enemy was seemingly invincible, shrugging off everything they threw at him. He simply stood there, basking in his superior strength.
"How many are down?"
"Fifteen so far."
"It's impossible, no one can beat him."
"This is insane. I've never seen anything like this before."
"Even for a huntsman, this isn't normal. What's with this guy?"
while they were talking, the latest woman to try fell to the ground, defeated utterly while her opponent stood tall.
"Sho good," the girl slurred out before losing consciousness.
Giallo laughed, standing in the middle of the strewn bodies. "This is so much fun! I should have come here ages ago. Come on, who's next?"
Panicking, a woman grabbed her scroll and called the front desk. "Code Blue in 205. All hands on deck, now!"
It quickly became a stampede of women throwing themselves at Giallo, trying to bring him down. But one by one they all fell, unable to stand against his might. Even attacking in groups did nothing but cause them to be defeated even faster. The tangle of bodies became greater and greater as the night drew on, but Giallo still wasn't even close to done. If anything he looked even more invigorated than before.
"Don't tell me you're done," Giallo taunted. "I can go all night long."
He looked around and saw that out of everyone who came at him, there was only one left standing.
"Guess these girls couldn't handle you. Maybe you'd like to try a real woman instead."
The first thing that stuck out to Giallo was how tall the woman was. It was the first time he had ever met a woman taller than him. She practically towered over him, having to lean forward to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. Her brown skin matched her hair, but her eyes were a deep purple, like a gem. For the most part she looked ordinary, save for the pair of curved tusks jutting out of her mouth. She was a full figured woman, her height emphasizing her wide hips and thick, muscular arms and legs. Her heavy, full breasts swayed as she walked, she was everything Giallo wanted in a woman.
"Hello, beautiful," Giallo said. "I don't think I caught your name."
"Kya," the woman responded.
"A diamond in the sky, that's a fitting name. You are certainly a gem, cut and polished to perfection."
"I could say the same to you. You certainly put those girls through the wringer. It's been a long time since I've seen that. Hows about taking me for a ride?"
Giallo threw his arms around the woman, taking a moment to savor how she felt in his arms. Then, without a word he lifted her up and carried her bridal style, taking care not to step on any of the downed girls littering the floor.
"Wait, aren't I too heavy?" Kya said, clearly flustered.
"Heavy? You're as light as a feather," Giallo replied, gently placing her on the bed before climbing on top of her.
"Now show me what you got."
To describe what the two experienced as mere sex would fail to describe the sheer scale of what happened between them. It was a clashing of titans, a true battle where both contenders put their bodies and very souls on the line. It was like a storm, laying waste to everything in its path. Each impact could destroy mountains. The heat of their passions was a conflagration that threatened to reduce the entire world to ash. Anyone lesser than they would have no hope of surviving this encounter.
The two gave everything they had, each struggling for ultimate supremacy. In the passion and depth of their struggle, they ceased to care about things like time, or property damage. All that mattered to them was each other.
By the time they were finished, it was nearly daybreak and the bed was reduced to splinters and there were craters in the walls and ceiling and the world was a beautiful place. The two held each other, savoring a moment where only the two of them existed.
XxX
"You fucking moron! You realize that was nearly all of our money?" Rock raged. He had nearly had a heart attack when he saw the bill. Between the number of girls, going several hours beyond his allotted time, and the damage to the room Giallo's bill had nearly wiped out all of the reward money the four boys had received.
"Look, man, I just got into a groove. We were able to pay for it so what's the big deal?"
"I had plans for that money, and considering the three of you wound up in the hospital to get it I figured you'd be more mindful of how you spend it."
"I've never cared about money," Giallo replied.
"Anything I needed I just stole," Lucia said.
"My parents usually pay for everything," Nigel added.
Rock sighed. "I forgot I'm on a team with three maniacs. I'm flat broke and I'm gonna catch hell from Glynda for breaking curfew. This really sucks."
He looked back at his teammates, happily chatting with each other about their time last night. For a moment, Rock allowed the faintest of smiles to cross his face.