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We see some of the knock-on effects of what is happening to Blake in her relationship with Yang as she's subject to more of Jaune's corruption. Meanwhile, Sienna learns of some truths about Rumi and what the brand is capable of.
Chapter 16
"B-Blake!"
The air was hot and heavy, and Yang was finding it very hard to breathe. Her thighs and lower back ached, but her hips wouldn't stop thrusting.
A flare of pleasure came from her engorged clit as she felt it rub against Blake's own, driving her to keep going despite the building exhaustion.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!β¦"
Her lover's voice rang in her ears, the sight of her eyes rolled back into her sockets and her luscious black hair soaked with sweat and stuck to the skin of her forehead, her cheeks, her shoulders, and in between her heaving breasts breathed fresh energy into her. Yang grit her teeth and kept up the movement, bracing herself against one of Blake's legs as she pressed the faunus girl harder into their already sodden sheets.
Pale skin practically glowed red in a full-body flush, one that Yang was sure she mirrored with how hot her body felt, though not as hot as the tightening ball of white-hot iron that sat in her core. So hot that it could have contested her Semblance.
"Yangβ¦ Ahhhβ¦" Her paramour breathed, shaking hands that had been grasping unto the sheets brushing against Yang's thighs and lighting up the blonde's senses like fireworks.
Her toned body jolted forward as the bolt of lightning shot up her spine. Yang fought, fought the urge to let her eyes roll up into their sockets as she fell atop Blake when strength left her arms.
She refused. Refused to take her eyes off the gorgeous sight in front of her.
Molten breath washed against her cheeks. She was sure her own was doing the same as some of the loose strands that weren't stuck to Blake's skin fluttered with each of Yang's breathy gasps. Though Yang couldn't tell if Blake was bothered by it at all, since her eyes were still rolled-up into her sockets.
Despite it, the catgirl's fingers were still on Yang's thigh, brushing lightly against the tense muscles as the blonde fought to continue thrusting, to continue smashing lips to lips and clit to clit. To drive herself higher, closer to the edge that Yang knew that she was working towards. And to do the same for her lover, who definitely seemed to be enjoying herself, too.
And then Blake's fingers - despite her open-mouthed gasping, her lidded eyes, her heaving tits - squeezed down on her thigh enough that Yang could feel her partner's nails sinking into her.
That was what sent her over the edge, her breasts against Blake's, her face half-buried in luscious, raven hair, and her legs pistoning her forward on erratic spasms as the blonde covered her lover in girlcum.
But she couldn't stop. The tight ball in her core was unraveling and the threads that it was made of lashed about in all directions inside her, sending her body into convulsions. It urged her onward, urging her to pursue more. And so she did, continuing to force herself to move even as she felt her thighs grow slick, each move to smash her clit against Blake's threatening to make her slip on her own skin and send her completely tumbling off the faunus.
Her hands thrashed, fumbled in the low light as she tried to grab on to Blake. Yang fumbled instead, her hands landing on pillows, on sweat-soaked sheets. Her lover's flesh eluding her grasp even as she felt her nipples drag against smooth, sweat-slick skin, and the cat faunus's panting gasps warming her with each breath.
"Ohhhhβ¦" The groan came from her lips as she gasped for breath, stars scattered through her vision. "B-Blakeβ¦ T-thatβ¦ that wasβ¦ Hmmmβ¦"
Yang didn't know how long she'd stayed like that, lost to the pleasures of her shattering even as Blake lay beneath her and crushed by her weight. She couldn't even formulate a whole sentence. But by the time the blonde's orgasm had started to taper, she felt it.
Blake's hips were still jerking against hers, the pressing, the rubbing stoked the flames of her core once again. And it came back with a roaring vengeance despite her sore legs and shaky arms.
Shuddering, Yang lifted herself from her partner. They were covered in sweat, their skin so sticky it felt like she was peeling herself off of Blake when she pulled back. Still, she felt the jolts run up and down her spine even from that.
"Hnggggβ¦"
Especially her nipples.
"Ahβ¦ Y-Yangβ¦"
Amber eyes looked up at her, mouth hanging just slightly ajar that made Yang wish she could lean down and kiss it. But she worried that if she did, she'd be unable to get back up again.
Her insides tightened around emptiness as their clits touched once more, Blake arching her back to press their privates together, and drawing a whimper from Yang.
What followed was another slow buildup, except this time it was Blake controlling the pace despite being underneath Yang. The cat faunus gyrated her hips, entwined their legs, and nuzzled Yang's arm while purring in the most tempting of ways. Minutes later, Yang had felt the iron ball of her building arousal had reformed, hot and drawing in her senses towards her hungry, hungry core.
But her legs were jelly. She didn't even know how she was still tribbing with Blake still, but she was. Half-limp and exhausted, she just looked down at Blake and enjoyed the show.
And it was quite the show. Sometime after Blake had taken over, the cat faunus had pulled back the curtain of hair that had obscured part of her face and Yang was treated to the sight of the princess shining like a beautiful porcelain doll with her pink cheeks. Paired with the heaving swell of her breasts that jiggled whenever she'd make a particularly jerky motion, and the way her raven hair had spread outwards from her like a black sunβ¦
She was gorgeous.
"Blakeβ¦ Oh gods, Blakeβ¦" She was drooling, and she couldn't wipe it without risking falling on top of this beautiful thing in front of her. Instead, she saw drops of it fall into the valley in between her freed tits, joining the rivulets of sweat running down her body. "Iβ¦ I love you."
It drove her higher, closer. The sweet, sweet friction of their pussies rubbing. Yang couldn't even tell whose juices were sluicing whose crotches now, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
So good. So good.
Yang shuddered, her eyes closed for a brief moment as she felt the telltale fluttering beginning at the base of her belly, the tightening of the muscles as another orgasm was creeping closer.
But when she was there, on the precipice and looking over the edgeβ¦ She felt Blake take her handsβ¦
"B-Blake?"
Lavender eyes opened. It was hard with her body urging her to close her eyes and just live in the moment. And Yang would have preferred to do that. She could feel how good this one was going to be.
At least until Blake had put Yang's hands around her neck.
Those juicy lips⦠The briefest flash of a tongue running over them, and the wide pupils of the cat faunus as she stared up at Yang with a hunger she'd not seen too often.
"Choke me."
Yang hesitated, and her passions had cooled just a bit.
Until Blake had thrust up hard enough that Yang could feel the both of them be lifted off the bed all while giving her a pleading look that she just couldn't resist.
And she could feel how it had driven her girl wild.
Blake almost seemed to thrash underneath her, the upward thrusts had given way to a frantic, off-rhythm rutting that she'd have more associated with an inexperienced man. Her arms had been thrown back to clutch at the sheets, at the pillows, while the expression on her face had turned manic.
Yang's fingers shook, her hold not as strong as she knew it should have been, but she was doing her best and was worried that she'd hurt her princess. They'd never done anything like this before, and she'd never prepared for it.
And the violence of her girl's movements hadn't helped any, flailing about so strongly that - with her legs too insensate to do anything - Yang was forced to use her hands to hold fast.
She could practically feel the thrum of Blake's pulse beneath her grip, feel how it tensed as she tried to breathe in but couldn't.
But Blakeβ¦
Blake looked to be in ecstasy.
Eyes rolled up so far back all Yang could see were the whites of her eyes, pale skin once more incandescent pink in a full-body blush. Even her whole body seemed to be in the midst of an orgasm already.
And she rambled. Spouting praises and thanks and professions of love Yang hadn't been used to hearing from her lover in the years they'd been together. Even her hair and breasts had bounced hypnotically. Strands of hair that hadn't been plastered to kin drawing circles in the air as she threw herself off the pillows at times.
Once more, Yang could feel the beginnings of her orgasm grip her, her body getting ready to shatter at any moment.
Then she did - they both did. The wave came crashing down on her so hard Yang feared she'd be washed away by it. All she saw was stars, and her mind had blanked out completely, consumed only by the feeling of her body breaking.
So she held, held on as best she could. Her arms felt like they were just barely hanging on to her body now, and barely hanging on to Blake.
In that storm, with Blake's ramblings bouncing around inside her head as she spasmed and shuddered and came, Yang thought she heard her lover whisper a word.
"Master.~"
~TtT~
The shakes wouldn't stop overcoming her. Blake's legs, arms, thighs, insides all twitched and wouldn't stop. God of Animals, her belly was cramping!
And it felt so damn good.
"Uguuuuuβ¦"
Yang's weight was on her, unconscious and pressing Blake down on the bed that was so soaked and sticky it practically felt like another layer of skin for her. It made breathing hard, any attempts at completely filling her lungs were being impeded by Yang's weight pressing down on her chest and gave her the distinct feeling of being slowly crushed.
The whole experience had left the cat faunus feeling small, feeling used. She'd been reduced to a sexy bag of woman-meat that had been used to extract pleasure. Her pain, and even her orgasm, had been used to draw out her partner's own.
But Blake wasn't sure what she loved more, the soreness, or the humiliation of having her Yang choke her just as the two of them came.
The master would have liked that, wouldn't he?
Yang's blonde hair was a long and messy tangle, her rutting had been frantic enough that it had left most of her face in the darkness, only the barest hints of lavender showing every now and then when her bangs had been kicked up particularly high.
But while it was a pussy that was rubbing against her, while it was another pair of tits pressed against her own, Blake imagined something else.
She could see ultramarine eyes looking down at her hungrily, almost glowing in the darkness of his much-shorter hair covering them. It was a hard chest smashing her own, crushing fat tits and rubbing against too-hard nipples as he fucked her.
And it wasn't a pussy that was fucking her own, or the entwined legs of two amorous lesbians.
It was thick and hard and too, too, too deep inside her deepest parts. His cock driven so far into her womb she could feel how it tented her belly and pressed the layer of skin and flesh against his abdomen.
The master. He was using her. Fucking her. Destroying her.
Calloused, experienced hands had been wrapped around her neck. Her slender, delicate neck. Just one hand of his would have been enough to do it, but he'd given her the honor of using both. Just the thought of him doing that to her had sent her cumming.
And all as Yang fucked her, as the master fucked her in her mind, Blake had seen something else, too. Something happening at the same time as she was being wrung out body and soul.
It had been a vision. Blake was sure of it. That was the only thing that could have explained the specific detail that she'd seen.
The master - as he was fucking her - had been fucking a rabbit faunus, too. Milk-chocolate skin and snow-white hair was being crushed into a bed - her bed. Her childhood bed. The bunny was folded in half with her pussy positioned above her face while shot after shot of the master's copious semen was pumped into her bulging baby bag.
She'd cum, too. She'd squirted cloudy juices with such intensity it had overshot her ahegao' face and gone straight into her sweat-soaked hair before sputtering out and leaking into her open mouth. So much girlcum had been loosed that Blake had wondered if the rabbit faunus had drowned in her own discharge before the master was through with her.
And to top it all off, as some cruel twist of what Blake had been used to before, she'd seen the dark skin and amber eyes of her friend, Sienna, just beside the rutting pair and fucking herself with her fingers with such intensity that she was moving with her hips more than she'd been moving with her fingers.
Blake had cum at the same time the master had, her girlcum joining his semen in her mind as he filled the rabbit and filled Blake.
It was like she'd been fucked three times all at once.
And now, in her bed in Pakaua Hao, Blake lay limply in between Yang and her well-used mattress as she just basked in how exhausted she was. The acidic bile of shame now competed with her fading arousal, some small sense of betrayal that she'd gotten off not on the woman she loved that was on top of her, the woman she'd been with for years now and had been the only reason she and her mother were free right now.
Instead she'd cum to the thought of someone else, to a man, to the man that had been responsible for all of the things ruining her life right now. Blake had cum to the idea of him using her right now and a vision of him ruining two other women. Stuffing one with his baby while another of her friends was forced to watch.
But the shame didn't take away from the experience, only stoking the heat of her arousal once more. A hungry heat mixed with the liquid fire of her shame as she pulled herself back together.
Despite the light cramping, despite the soreness, despite how empty her tank felt, Blake's hips pushed upwards without her intending to.
Yang didn't stir, however, and Blake could tell that despite her returning wetness, the fresh wave of slick that coated their pressed-together pussies was entirely her own.
With a whimper, numb hands reached for her throbbing clit.
"Masterβ¦"
~TtT~
Sienna had lost count of how many times she'd cum by this point.
But she hadn't been able to stop. Not after the first time as she'd watched Rumi be fucked up her cock-stuffed pussy with the master's dick lodged up in her womb, and not an hour later when the rabbit faunus couldn't even form words anymore.
Her fingers had cramped, locked and curled after maybe the tenth or twelfth orgasm. Still, the tiger hadn't been deterred, and her oversensitive pussy had demanded that she still see to its needs. Which left her rather clouded mind to the solution of fucking herself against the corner of one of the side tables.
She'd have felt more ashamed if she'd not been so beyond that now, and the feel of polished wood splitting open her lips and crushing her clit as she bent herself over it only pushed her to rut against it even more.
And that had done the trick. Her weight fell almost entirely on the thing as her legs turned to jelly at some point, and Sienna only just managed to keep herself from falling with her arms. She must have looked like some sort of lewd sculpture that decorated the master's room with how her back had remained perpetually arched while she danced atop it.
In the haze of sex, she wasn't sure how long they'd gone. The light coming in from the windows should have been some sort of indication for her, but with how her attention was entirely focused on what was happening on the bed, Sienna couldn't even recall where the sun was in the sky by the time she'd been too exhausted to stay standing.
Jaune had brutalized Rumi. His too-big cock had thrusted in and out of the rabbit faunus with very little care and he seemed to just cum as he pleased without giving the other slave any warning.
Not that Sienna thought that it would have mattered much to Rumi since she'd been reduced to a mewling, sobbing mess shortly after the marathon of sex had begun in earnest.
The master moved in long strokes, dragging his fuckstick most of the way out of Rumi's pussy before driving his hips down on the folded faunus in a mating press. His hips hit against Rumi's milk-chocolate ass so hard that Sienna had seen ripples on the rabbit's flesh, and Rumi's insides clung so much to the master's cock that she saw the bright pink of them each time he pulled back. Unwilling to let go.
Only to be replaced with an almost endless deluge of girlcum as the rabbit faunus started to cum around his girth. Sienna hadn't been sure if there was ever a time since then that Rumi hadn't been cumming, because surely she'd have died if it hadn't stopped, right?
Sienna had felt the way her heart thundered each time she shattered atop the corner table, felt how her lungs were getting crushed, every muscle in her body simultaneously tightened and her vision was filled with stars. Her mind filled with static even as her hips refused to stop moving, refused to let go of the pleasure she felt from driving her poor, abused pussy from the polished wood and the corner that just⦠just pushed her over the edge and into climax.
Because Rumi had screamed and wailed as she came. Scarlet eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open as the master flattened her against the bed, her pussy an ever-flowing fountain of cloudy discharge while her belly twitched and quivered as she broke beneath the master's body.
And when Jaune finally came, finally pushed himself as deep as he could go while his cock was being pressed in between the two of them while in her stretched and battered womb, he pumped enough cum in Rumi that her stomach looked even bigger than it already was. It must have been minutes he'd stayed lodged inside her, his own hips twitching while his asscheekes clenched. Each groan and twitch a telltale sign that another load of cum had been deposited in Rumi's defenseless baby room.
Not that cumming once seemed to have been enough for the master, his half-hard cock being pulled out from Rumi's gaping pussy before he'd move up only to drive his length down Rumi's throat without so much as a word of warning.
One long and seamless push, and the whole length of Jaune Arc was inside Rumi's throat, her face pressed to his crotch as he cleaned himself off with her mouth.
Followed by a flood of semen as Rumi once more came from having her throat stuffed with cockmeat, a gush of girlcum accompanying the release of the master's cum from Rumi's over-full womb and pussy of the sperm that it just couldn't hold anymore.
Though it was only a temporary relief because once the master was hard again, he'd turned around and started fucking Rumi again.
And again. And again.
Sienna couldn't take her eyes off the sight.
"She's not going to kill you, you know."
Comparatively cold fingers danced over too-hot skin, and Sienna would have started if her body still had the energy to do so. Instead, she felt a light jolt of excitement but couldn't find the energy to even turn as Cinder - the tiger faunus recognized that voice - sidled up alongside her, pale arms wrapping about Sienna's dark-chocolate sides until her hands were in between Sienna's tummy and the table.
Plush lips pressed against the nape of her neck as Sienna felt the way the human woman studied her.
"That promise the master extracted from her. He didn't mean it."
Only then did Sienna remember. The master had asked Rumi what she'd do to avoid losing her limbs.
'Anything' Rumi had answered, and Sienna's life had been put on offer in exchange. There hadn't been a lot besides Rumi's desperation when she'd agreed.
But the fear didn't come. That itching desire to be out of her own skin, to be anywhere but here. Sienna didn't feel the urge to flee from this place, even as tired and unsteady as her legs were. She'd have at least tried to stumble out, to flounder her way down the steps of the castle.
Perhaps it was resignation. Sienna couldn't see a way for her to ever make it out of the castle, or the city without ever getting caught and returned to her master's clutches. If Jaune Arc wanted her dead, she was dead.
Instead she shivered as Cinder pressed her tits against Sienna's bare and sweat-click back. She could feel the human woman's nipples pushed against her skin as little points.
Warmth pooled in her belly, arousal coming in place of fear at the realization of how trapped she was, and how out of control of her own destiny Sienna had become. Something Cinder seemed to notice as she hummed in Sienna's ear before pushing her down on the table with her weight.
"Oooooooohβ¦"
"He wants her to make milk." Cinder giggled, and Sienna felt a surge of her arousal pooling on the table's surface being rubbed into the wood by her skin. "And he doesn't need her limbless to do that. There's always the natural way, yes?"
And suddenly it made sense. The marathon of sex, almost every one of the master's loads being deposited as deep into Rumi's pussy - her womb - as he could. He wasn't going to turn her into Eve who only produced milk and nothing else.
He was going to turn Rumi into a mother of his children. A broodmare for new slaves. For faunus women could only ever produce more faunus.
"Rumi was the first of the master's slaves. The very first person he'd used the brand on when he'd completed it."
The master had Rumi folded so far back that her ass was off the bed now. With most of her weight on her shoulders and upper back, Jaune's cum flowed out of her pussy and up her body, pooling in her belly button before turning into a slow and sludge-like river that creeped up her cleavage.
Underneath it, just barely visible because of the familiar glow on the black ink that outlined it, was the brand. The twin arches of House Arc that had also been stamped above Sienna's womb, the same brand that she'd seen on Cinder and Winter and every other slave that had been taken during this god-forsaken war.
"Yes," Cinder hissed before she leaned down and planted a kiss at the spot where Sienna's shoulders met her neck, and then bit down when Sienna loosed another groan. "That's the very first one ever made. She and her brother had been the very first of faunus-kind to be taken by the master."
Her hips began to thrust against Sienna's, forcing the tiger's body to drag against the table below her.
"Ahβ¦ Ahβ¦ Hngggggβ¦"
Electricity danced below her skins, jolts sparking from in between her legs and up her spine with each stroke of her spread lips and crushed clit against the juice-covered and polished wood. Her arms shook, threatening to give way and let her fall.
Cinder didn't seem keen on letting her do that, though. The hands on Sienna's tummy moved up to grab hold of one of her tits and her neck, pulling her close to Cinder as the pale woman continued to make Sienna fuck the table's corner.
"He'd tested so many things on her, Sienna." Cinder continued, her gentle hold of Sienna's neck almost seemed to caress the length of it, driving Sienna's arousal even higher. "Just about every feature of it. From sense deprivation to orgasm control, and so many more things besides."
The master came one more, looking his hips against Rumi's while he held her by the asscheeks and his cock tented the rabbit faunus's belly enough that Sienna could see the brand stretch comically over the other woman's milk-chocolate skin. Rumi came at the same time, too - because of course she did - and the wave of juices fell upwards to mix with sweat and the slime of the master's cum.
It washed up her plump tummy, a waterfall of sex juices that covered her tits, her neck, her face and hair.
Sienna came at the sight of it.
"She'd even been the first one to get the amputee treatment." Cinder giggled, as though recalling a fond memory. "She was the master's favorite, you know. Probably still is to some degree, which is why he's kept her so long."
Bulging belly, Rumi's hands had gone limp as another of the master's loads was deposited directly into her abused womb. Scarlet eyes had rolled up into their sockets and her mouth hung open with a pool of cum inside. How she'd not drowned in it, Sienna didn't know.
"Rumi used to be a warrior, you know? Good enough that even Raven had respected her, and she'd even been able to get the better of Raven in hand-to-hand." Hands squished Seina's tits, tugged at her rock-hard nipples. The pain drew even more shivers from her high-strung body and she pressed herself back against Cinder without meaning to, maybe seeking comfort or an anchor in the storm of thoughts and sensations.
"Master Jaune let her get soft, though. Can't exercise or train when you have no limbs, right? Rumi spent all of her time either on the master's bed or in the master's arms. He'd fuck her when he woke, he'd lay his cock inside her as he slept, and he jacked himself off with her whenever he had a spare moment during the day."
The great warrior was taken and reduced to little more than a toy. Idly, Sienna's mind remembered Eve, and then her own treatment at the hands of the master. It might have become a passtime, a thing he liked to do.
Or was it a passtime for him now because of Rumi? Each new warrior reduced to a sex toy a reminder of what he'd done to the very first faunus slave he'd created?
A bolt of lightning struck in between Sienna's legs as her body suddenly locked-up. A combination of the thoughts, the feeling of Cinder's hand on her neck, the fingers pinching her nipple, and the weight of her body crushing her clit against the wood had thrown her off the edge.
"Cummingβ¦" She whimpered, eyes clenching shut as the woman proverbially fucking her cooed as their cheeks brushed against each other. A twisted comfort that Sienna couldn't decline as she once more lost control of her body and came, only Cinder's hold of her body kept her from falling off the table.
"And he was her only real contact. Him and his cock." Cinder's thumb storked the underside of Sienna's jaw, and the tiger felt a tongue brushing the other side of her face while hot breath warmed her already-hot cheeks. "It had driven her mad."
Just as Cinder refused to give Sienna any relief, the thrusting continued. Pleasure being sent to stimulate the woman's already overloaded system. Limp legs twitching involuntarily while her abdomen tightened and tightened and squeezed.
"Eventually she begged. Begged like she did earlier." Sienna's eyes opened at Cinder's words to see the master fucking Rumi's head as it hung over the edge of the bed to allow the master to stand as he used her mouth. "And when offered the choice as she did earlier, she'd told him that she'd give anything to be able to walk under her own power again. To be closer to whole again."
Once more, Cinder laughed, a sound like bells that would have almost seemed angelic if it wasn't coming from a woman that so revelled in the cruelty that their shared master so enjoyed enacting on them. "And her brother had been the price. Her brother that she'd raised, her brother that she'd treasured most in the world before Jaune had made her his."
The hand on Sienna's nipples moved to her thighs, nails gently dragging against the tired muscle and sending tingles and shivers up Sienna's spine once more.
"Limbs can be returned, you see. The master's brand gives him that kind of control over the body. But it isn't free. All that meat has to come from somewhere. Had Rumi been healthy, had she been at her peak, she'd have been able to do it. She'd be reduced, perhaps be in dire need of good feeding afterwards, but she'd have managed.
"But Rumi wasn't at her best. She'd spent the last few months after she'd been branded as a living cocksleeve for the master. She'd gone by on cum most days and only fed when he wanted her strong enough to survive what he was going to do to her."
The master came, once more slamming his pelvis into Rumi's face as sperm shot out from her nostrils and mouth before running down her face and mixing with her already-wet hair. Her neck bulged with the thickness of his cock inside her. One of the few loads that weren't pumped into her baby room.
"So he'd used her brother as the source. He'd sloughed his flesh off the bone to form Rumi's new limbs. And he'd made sure both of them were awake as he did it. Lucid."
Sienna came.
"And what did he do once Sienna had her limbs back?" Cinder laughed, kissing Sienna as she continued to force Sienna to rut the table corner as the tiger orgasmed, "He fucked her, her brother's bones off in the corner of the room where he'd done it."
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