Adam shuffled through the maps and reports scattered about the table. He picked one up and stared at it for a long moment, then nodded. "I haven't had much free time lately to track down Blake; we suspected she was taking shelter at Beacon, but Ozpin's security there was top-notch. Cinder's focus was elsewhere, so even her infiltration didn't provide us with that information. She doesn't share much, anyways."
Neo had to agree with those understatements. Cinder didn't share squat with her allies, and Ozpin's security had been top-notch. Which had just made it so much more of an accomplishment for Roman to get Neo inside to join Cinder's fake team!
"From what I saw there, though, I think her partner is this huntress." Adam continued while showing a candid photo of Yang during an outdoor training practice.
Neo nodded and got up from her chair, wobbling uncertainly for a moment before joining him at the table. He didn't move to stop her from getting up, nor did he offer to untie her. Neo was forced to shift through the student dossiers with her forehead and cheek until she came to images of the rest of Blake's team.
"Two from the island of Patch, and the dust-damned Schnee Heiress herself..." Adam shook his head with disdain. "What is her relationship with her team like? Is there any friction between her and the Schnee, at least?"
Neo shook her head, remembering how those two had overcome their differences and deepened their friendship despite coming from different sides of the social spectrum.
"Well, I guess that means that targeting the Schnee will be a way of fighting for my people and fulfilling my promise to take away everything Blake holds dear. Convenient, but still so disappointing." He pondered the files and the maps. "Schnee might be difficult to get to, even in this sort of chaos. There are a lot of rank-and-file Atlesian soldiers around who will prioritize her safety over other civilians. Might be able to use that against them." He looked at Neo. "How good is your Schnee impression?"
Neo transformed into Weiss, confident in her ability to replicate the white-haired girl's features perfectly, right down to the pink scar across her eye.
Adam smiled. "Yes, that will do nicely." He stood up and picked up a radio, using it to call for a couple of his subordinates. They arrived in a matter of moments, eager to receive his orders. He told the first of the pair to get eyes and ears on what Weiss' situation was and if there was an opportunity to use Neo's skill as a decoy to lure some Atlesians into a trap. The lieutenant saluted and scurried off.
"What are my orders, sir?" Asked the second lieutenant.
"Until we have a tactical use for her - whether that be as bait for Atlas forces or as a bargaining chip with Roman, she's just a human prisoner." Adam said slowly. "I have other duties to attend to right now, I wasn't expecting this little windfall of opportunity, so take her to the Breeder's Tent. They can make use of her there for a while."
Neo gulped. Breeder's Tent? Her imagination raced to fill her mind with what sort of degrading acts the faunus would (finally) perpetrate upon her bare flesh there. The White Fang had set aside an entire tent for dealing with the issue of captive humans kept for breeding, which would explain why so far she'd only been the subject of their lustful gazes!
Adam made a dark chuckle. "Those vines are getting dry and haggard." He grabbed Neo firmly around her neck; not tight enough to choke her, but enough to keep her in place as he continued talking to his minion. "Get her properly shackled. Can't have her getting loose once she's in that tent. Hopefully being there a while might erode any preconceived discriminatory attitudes she has against faunus being the superior species."
Neo didn't feel any relief as the vines wrapping around her were torn away; she didn't bother fighting as the other faunus put handcuffs on her. She understood that if she was going to resist, it would be a purely psychological exercise.
They'd probably lock her in a pillory, or tie her to a wall, letting any of their soldiers use her freely. They would humiliate her, treat her like their personal toy - nothing more than an object to relieve their desires and frustration into. Neo would be forced to just take it, over and over, her mind being eroded by the constant influx of pleasure and pain.
She wouldn't give up! She wouldn't give in! Neo would endure this and emerge whole, happily reunited with Roman!
...but Roman wouldn't come looking for her for at least a day. She'd have to survive whatever beastly things the Fang had in store for her for at least that long. Once Roman got to the safehouse, he'd wait for at least that long before worry set in. He might not even become concerned about her absence until the day after. He knew she was independent and self-sufficient. And the safehouse had supplies to keep him comfortable for a month, though he'd surely start to wonder about her before that much time passed. Probably.
Neo's stomach clenched up. It could be a while until Roman found out that she'd been caught by the Fang. Even longer until he could bargain for her release. The only release she'd be experiencing for a while would be of a sexual variety.
Another thought struck her. Even if Roman learned of her capture, he might not even take the faunus seriously. Neopolitan was a professional, that he'd trained himself. He would never believe that she was actually helpless in this situation - he would have to consider the option that she'd let herself be captured, that she had a plan that she was working on. He'd probably think it was just an act she was putting on. Neo would have no way to tell him that this was the real deal, that she was in dire need of his assistance, until they let him see her face-to-face.
Then he'd see her, probably covered in crust and grime after so much time spent serving her faunus captors' legendary lust, her body bruised and beaten from the forcefulness with which her captors used her, and he'd immediately cede everything he had to negotiate for her safe return.
The faunus would win.
Neo's heart sank. Was there even any point of trying to resist them? It all seemed so hopeless now. Any attempt to retain her dignity now would just give them something fun to break apart. At least they would not discard her like a used condom once they'd had their way with her. They still needed her for her connection to Roman, and for her semblance for Adam's scheme to inflict harm on Blake. Adam would make sure she stayed alive - small comfort that was to Neo in her present state. Neo, who'd enjoyed the finest things life had to offer. Neo, who'd had a silver spoon full of delicious desserts served to her all her life. She wanted those things again, she wanted those things now! Her mind longed for her life from a week before, or even yesterday, when everything was going perfectly!
Her body, on the other hand... Neo couldn't help but be aware that her treacherous body wasn't fully against the idea of being taken to a dismal breeding tent. While the thought of participating in some foul faunus orgy was certainly utterly repugnant to her mind, her body was a pragmatist and prepared itself for the worse-case scenario. Already, beneath the stomach that was clenching up nervously, she felt other organs preparing in a different manner entirely for what she was about to be subjected to.
"Alright, take her away." Adam commanded, then grabbed her by the chin before she could be dragged off to her dismal fate. "I'll see you later, human." His cheerful, kindly facade of his smile belied the venom of his word, of what he was sentencing her to.
The lieutenant dragged her through the encampment, and Neo felt all of their eyes staring at her through the gloom of the foliage-darkened forest floor. They must all know where she was being sent. Those without active duties were probably already fantasizing about seeing her soon, up close and oh-so-personal. As Neo stumbled along behind the Lieutenant holding her by her cuffed hands, she felt her thighs pressing against one another, each movement coming easier than the last as dry friction was reduced.
They came at last to a large tent - possibly larger than Adam's command tent - from which emanated excited screams and desperate cries. The lieutenant looked at her. "I don't pity your situation. It's going to be rough in there for you. But given your body, you'll fit right in I guess. If you don't cause any trouble and behave yourself, the duty manager here might even see fit to give you a reward at the end of the shift."
He opened the flap of the tent, and summoned the duty manager. He was a large man that Neo had seen before. His left arm was covered in black tribal tattoos; she'd heard the faunus at Mountain Glenn refer to him as 'Banesaw'. She'd thought he'd died in the crash, but here he was. His right arm was in a cast, so perhaps he'd not emerged unscathed, as she had, from that incident.
"What is this now?" Banesaw asked, his gravelly voice deep and low.
In the tent behind him, Neo spotted dozens of faunus enjoying themselves. Her eyes went wide as she realized the full horror of what she'd been sentenced to. Nothing could have prepared her for this. It was unimaginable! Unthinkable!
"Adam wants this human prisoner to be kept in here, with the rest." Neo's escort replied hastily, obviously not keen to stay anywhere near the debauchery of the tent's activities. He gave Neo a little shove forward, so that Banesaw caught her as she stumbled towards him, and then began backing away. "Good luck in there!"
Banesaw shook his head and dragged Neo inside. She kicked and butted at him with her head, her senses returning after the shock of what awaited her, intent on escaping by any means necessary. She wasn't going to do this without a fight!
Faunus surrounded her, their hands helping Banesaw drag her inside.
Banesaw lifted her up with ease, his height letting him hold Neo above the other faunus like a piece of meat above a pack of ravenous hounds, so that he could carry her over to a small plastic chair in which he sat her down.
With his foot, he kicked over a small, matching table, covered in crayons and black-and-white drawings.
"Welcome to the White Fang Faunus Daycare." Banesaw sighed. "It's worse than it looks." The faunus children raucously scrambled around, their snotty hands wiping on his pants as they frantically shoved past and over one another to look at the new arrival, begging to know if she was there to play with them, too.
I'll get you for this, Adam! Neo swore. If it's the last thing I ever do! I am not a child!