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Menagerie's occupation by the Arc army has wide-reaching effects, especially for all of its people. This time, we get a look at how it feels for some of the former members of Menagerie's elite White Fang members.
Blake, however, experiences the knock-on effects of the actions of Yang and Kali all the while remaining none the wiser. And Jaune continues to haunt her dreams.
Chapter 22
Mina Lavender's home was in ruins.
The buildings didn't smoulder, the roads were largely back to working condition, and the fishing ships just set-out to acquire today's catch. She was standing at the docks beside the Captain as he saw them off, their little lights twinkling into early morning darkness as they faded into the dim. For all intents and purposes, the harbor city they'd taken over was entirely back to working condition.
Despite it, things couldn't have been further from how things might have been before.
Arc soldiers patrolled the city walls, some of them had even taken up handling the city patrols and walked up and down streets like they were the local guards. They'd taken over the local castle that overlooked the city. Mina hadn't missed that construction work had started to expand it.
The Captain had told her one night that they wanted to be able to fit the whole city garrison in there comfortably.
Every other part of the city had been taken over in some way, too. The smithy had been occupied by the army's blacksmith, the shipyards were operated by Arc men, and even the Inn had begun to operate under Arc management. She'd see the lights through the castle windows. See soldiers of the Arc army and those supporting them going in and out of the doors. Even from the hilltop where the castle sat, Mina could imagine the smiles on their faces.
Most of the houses now lay empty. It hadn't been practical for the soldiers to take-up residence here, the Captain had told her. Wasn't practical. The soldier in Mina could agree with that. It would have been too difficult to mount a good defense if their forces were scattered throughout the city too much. Definitely better for them to all be based from the castle and to mount defenses on the walls when needed.
But that didn't mean the houses weren't exactly in-use. Outside of the part of the city that had been destroyed when the city was taken, just about all of them were still in perfectly serviceable condition.
And while most of the soldiers and supporting staff largely stayed in the house and surrounding government buildings, the men that were off-duty had taken to spending their free time in some of the houses when they weren't doing so at the inn or the more spacious tavern.
She had a very, very good idea what went on in those houses. Mina hadn't missed how just about all of the men that opted to take their time off staying there usually brought their faunus slaves with them.
Which left the Faunus. This had been a faunus city. This kingdom was a faunus kingdom. But the only faunus left in this city were slaves. Slaves that helped in the kitchen, slaves that did the cleaning.
Foreigners had claimed this city. Invaders. They'd made the city a husk of what it used to be even as the industries were forced back into operation to continue fuelling Arc's war effort. Mina knew that the rest of the kingdom must have been facing the same thing, with the few people that weren't being sent back to Monte Cristo to be used as slave labour for the Arc homeland were being used to turn this kingdom into a true Arc territory.
Her home was going to be her home no longer.
Mina felt an arm wrap around her waist as she was pulled against a too-warm body. Hard muscles pressed into her back, and the breath left her lungs as she looked up to see dark eyes looking down at her.
They'd been halfway up the long, hilly road that led back up to the castle from the harbor proper when he decided to grab her. No guards had accompanied them, but Mina had gotten used to seeing them patrolling every few streets. The harbor was also quite protected, with men keeping watch from newly-built watchtowers to allow for a quick response if someone were to attack from either land or sea.
"S-... Sir?"
She wanted to grit her teeth at how her voice trembled. Mina was sure that he could feel the shiver that ran up her spine, too, and the grin on his face told her as much.
Previously unreadable eyes glinted with an all too familiar lechery as she felt him take hold of her neck with his free hand before he plunged down and kissed her.
Mina moaned despite herself, warmth suffusing her rebellious body as the arousal surged up from her core like a rabid boarbatusk.
It was the brand. Arc's damn brand. She'd never been this easy before. Even before Yuma.
Yuma.
The Captain deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed through her lips and her body began sucking on it before Mina knew what she was doing. Meaty paws squeezed down on her throat - not painfully, but strong enough that Mina was constantly aware of the threat they posted. His other hand moved from her waist to her tummy, reaching into the folds of the thick robes he'd given her to spare her from the chill of the early morning winds.
Only his hold of her kept Mina from falling to the rough cobblestones of the road when his meaty paw of a hand touched bare skin. Her legs gave out as she moaned into his mouth, her mind clouding almost instantly and the iciness of the morning air making a stark contrast to her now-fiery skin.
Laughter answered her as he continued to toy with her. His grip around her neck tightened just the slightest bit.
Mina saw stars.
"I hope I can show you to your sister like this one day," He whispered after pulling away from her. Mina couldn't see him as she tried to blink away overpowering pleasure, but she could feel his possessiveness as his hand rubbed against the area above her womb, his calloused fingers pressing against her toned flesh. "How do you think she'll react, hmm?"
Her sister.
Mina hadn't thought of Lisa in years. Not since they'd parted ways when Mina had opted to move back to Menagerie after their father had been offered that position at Vale.
Another chuckle, his breath like fire against her already hot skin as he planted a kiss against the dip of her shoulder. The hand around her throat squeezed a little more.
She squirmed as all thoughts of her sister were thrown into the proverbial ocean. The hand at her tummy had dipped down, past the excuse of a belt that kept her robes closed and into her naked lower halfβ¦
"Hnggggβ¦"
"Always so ready for me," He chuckled into her collar as his nose nudged the top of her robes open, "Such an obedient girl you've become, Mina."
She was teetering. Dragged up so quickly to her peak so suddenly that the spider faunus's mind reeled and her heart felt like it might burst. Only a little more, a little more and she'd be sent careening into an orgasm in the middle of the street.
And then he let her go.
Mina stumbled forward as the only force keeping her up left her. Aura and the thickness of the clothes she'd been given protecting her from the roughness of the stones. She gasped as she resisted the urge to thrust her hands between her legs and finish herself. But she thought of how she might deny him the satisfaction, deny him the sight of his bitch of a faunus pet so desperate to cum that she'd jill herself out here after barely being touched.
Despite it, she couldn't help but whimper again as she pressed her nails to her bare thighs and tried to calm herself down.
Of course that's when he decided to grab her by the arm and drag her to her feet.
"I'll fuck you when we get back to my room," He told her without looking back, like it was somehow her that had started asking for sex!
But Mina didn't argue, couldn't argue. Instead she clenched her eyes shut and tried to get her breathing under control as they made the rest of the way to the castle's entrance.
That was when she heard the screaming.
It came from the castle proper. The courtyard was her best guess, but it could have come from one of the rooms instead.
Perhaps it was a tragedy that Mina wasn't surprised by it. She recognized the voice, too. Tock, her old compatriot from the White Fang.
When she and the Captain arrived, Mina found that she'd been right.
"Hehβ¦" One of the men chuckled, Mina didn't know which one, "Go on, bitch. Scream."
The crocodile faunus was surrounded by five men. They covered her, overshadowed her. Only her sweat-covered and twitching legs could be seen, jutting out from the sides of one of the men on top of her. Mina also caught the barest flash of her friend's green hair before another one of her screams sounded through the early morning.
At least before it was cut off, replaced by the unmistakable choked gurgling of a cock being shoved into her mouth.
"Ohhhβ¦" Another of the men groaned, "Yeah, keep at it, girl. Your throat feels great when you try to cry out like that."
She couldn't look away from the sight, despite the disgust she felt at seeing one of her friends be treated so roughly. Each of the men were using Tock in some way, so close to the smaller faunus woman that it was difficult for Mina to tell where each man ended and Tock began.
Mina had a very good idea of what was happening, however. It had happened enough times with Tock.
A man at each hole. Sometimes there'd be one beneath the other faunus and pressing her poor, abused asshole down on his dick as she was being fucked from above. Her hands would be directed to their cock, their cum shot all over her face.
Some sit on her chest and press her tits together for a paizuri, too. Nevermind that Tock had a modest bust to begin with. Anything was fair game as far as they were concerned.
But more than anything else that was usually done to the former, it was blowjobs that she'd seen that were most popular with Tock.
Not one day passed where she didn't see the crocodile faunus pressed against a pillar or on a bed or table with her head hanging off and a cock being driven into her throat. Tock wasn't even being given food anymore - at least nothing normal. Everything was either drowned in semen or cum being pumped directly into her tummy.
Tock's teeth had been returned to her, but she'd only managed to keep them maybe a week in. Mina wasn't sure what had caused it, whether it had been Tock's abrasive attitude or the men just seeing her as someone that would be enjoyable to torment, Mina wasn't sure.
All the same, they'd taken her teeth away to make her mouth 'better for fucking.' She'd been the garrison's resident cocksleeve. Just about all of the men serving here might have their own faunuses, but there appeared to be a special place in their hearts to torment Tock of the White Fang.
Despite everything, Mina felt relief.
It galled her. It shamed her. Still, Mina couldn't help herself.
Cinder Fall - Jaune Arc's second-in-command - had been the one to directly give them to these men. And while Mina was sure now that it had been the Captain that had asked for her to be given to him, she still felt more fortunate to only have to tend to one man's needs rather than go through what Tock was going through.
She was certain that all the other slaves felt the same. What was happening to Tock was known to every faunus in this city. At one time or another, those women had seen or heard the crocodile faunus being used by the Arc men. Mina was certain that it had been the point.
Tock was an example of what could happen to them if the humans that owned their collars and brands got tired of them. Where it was better to serve - especially when they couldn't disobey at all as a matter of course - than for them to be discarded.
And as she felt her master's meaty hands grab at her hips and drag her towards him, Mina decided that she'd rather be where she was.
Even as the acidic pit of humiliation opened up at the base of her belly, just above the stoked flames of her arousal, she decided it was better she be a slave to one man than a toy for the public. She pressed herself against his growing hardness, opened her robe just so it was bare skin of her thighs - hot and flushed and slick with her juices - that stimulated the bulge of his cock.
She was dragged up, thrown against her master's bed at the top of the highest of the castle's spires and fucked for the rest of the morning. He pinned her to the bed, crushed her with his bulk and pushed the air out of her lungs as his dick rearranged her insides. Meanwhile, Mina did her best to please him, squeeze his cock with her tightness, entertain him with her voice or the way her body positively writhed as the brand drove her to pleasures she'd never have experienced otherwise.
Mina came and came and came. She came as he drove his cock into her womb, came as he finished inside her, and came another time after he'd finished and he'd driven his length down her throat for after-sex cleaning.
All the while, one of her oldest friends was gangraped by ten, maybe twenty men in shifts in the courtyard outside. Their laughter and Tock's screams made it all the way to her room and only added to her and her master's pleasure as he enjoyed the quiet morning.
This kingdom now belonged to the Arcs. And its faunus now belonged to their people.
~TtT~
Blake watched on, amber eyes wide and unblinking as she saw Eve for the first time in what felt like years.
Eve Taurus was a decorated member of the White Fang. Despite their disagreements on how to handle the growing hostility from humankind in the two or so years leading up to the invasion of Menagerie, she had tremendous respect for the way Eve could lead their people. Even though she was gruff and more than a little big stern, the cow faunus could still deliver one hell of a stirring speech. Being a hellion on the battlefield was also a big help.
Her ex-girlfriend led from the front. Wilt and Blush in hand as she roared out encouragement to the men and women that followed her.
It had been one of the main reasons for sending Eve to be the head of security for their envoy to Monte Cristo. With Ilia on the team to take advantage of how Eve naturally drew attention to herself, they'd have been able to get early warning to Kuo Kana and find out whatever it was that the Arcs were planning if negotiations had gone south.
They'd failed at that, certainly. Yang had told her that the envoy had been detained when the preparations became too difficult to hide, and the invasion had begun too abruptly for Menagerie to truly finish their own planning. Yang had gotten word to them early enough, but Arc's magic had changed the game by giving them no time to make use of the information.
But Blake's image of her friend hadn't faltered. Eve hadn't been a quitter, and was so dedicated to the cause, the kingdom, and their people that Blake was sure that her once-lover would have died before she'd allowed herself to be taken as a slave to Jaune Arc.
Which is what made the sight before her hurt so much.
Eve's body writhed. The older faunus's skin shone with the gleam of sweat as she was trapped between both Jaune Arc and his sister, Coral.
Sky-blue eyes shone with pain, as her friend's pained and pleasured gasps filled her ears. Juices flowed freely from her spread-wide pussy lips, making Jaune's shaft practically shine as strands of the cow faunus's arousal connected the underside of her plump asscheeks to the man's crotch.
All of Eve's limbs had been severed. Jaune hadn't even deigned to let the warrior woman keep her stumps down to her elbows and knees, to allow Eve to at least crawl. No, the cow faunus had been left a lump of helpless flesh with handles where those limbs should be, little more than a living, breathing pair of tits and a set of holes for master Jaune Arc to take his pleasure from.
That's exactly what she was being used for, with Coral Arc taking hold of one of Eve's horns with one hand and grabbing the opposing thigh-handle as she drove Blake's once-lover up and down her brother's cock. An onahole by every definition.
Massive tits, massive tits, flopped up and down with the violence of Coral Arc's motions. And that was when her nipples weren't being chewed on by Jauen as he'd take one of Eve's enlarged nipples into his mouth. White overflowed from between his lips and dripped down Eve's tits and stomach or down Jaune's chin as his throat bobbed.
Eve was lactating. And Jaune Arc was drinking her milk.
Blake keened as she saw Eve's other nipple squirt the white fluid, staining the sheets as it dotted Jaune's body in a shimmering white that almost made it look like he wore the stars of the night sky in the dimness of the dream.
The bulge of Jaune's cock tenting Eve's tummy as he pierced all the way into the cow faunus's womb with each drop of her body on his pelvis dragging out waves of cunt-syrup from Eve's battered pussy. Her whole body tightening every time she came around its abuse.
And she came a lot. It was impossible for Blake to miss, not with the way her midsection almost seemed to collapse in on itself at how tightly it held on to Jaune's cock, how her juices squirted with enough intensity that it misted and her turgid nipples shot out enough milk that Blake would have been able to call it a stream.
Sometimes, she'd see Coral have to yank Eve off Jaune's cock for how tightly Eve's insides clung to it. Bright pink of the slave's inner flesh peeling back before being driven back inside her when she was pile-driven back down towards Jaune's base.
Each time Eve screamed, voice cracking as she shattered between the Arc siblings. Again and again and again.
Blake couldn't look away. Part in horror at what had been done to her friend, and part in arousal at seeing what could be done to her.
That could have been her. Should have been her.
Blake saw blood-red hair turn black, cracking horns replaced with stretched ears as Jaune's older sister pulled at them or her hair for grip.
Her womb was full. So very, very full. Master Jaune's cock filling her with every stroke and taking Blake to the closest thing she'd ever feel to whole in her life.
This was her purpose. The purpose of all faunus women. To be used thoroughly and completely, to be reshaped into whatever form was most convenient for her owner. If Jaune wanted her to be a limbless, senseless catgirl onahole that'd carry his children as she made milk for him to drink, then that is what she would be.
Just like Eve, just like Ilia no doubt was, just like Sienna was being reshaped into now, and just like the dreams wanted her to become.
Blake wept as she watched on, as Eve came whatever was left of her brains out while Coral whispered into the older faunus's ears. Jaune groaned, thrust up into Eve's pussy as Blake saw how his body seemed to tense up.
When the master finally came, the dream broke. Blake was returned to her room in Pakaua Hao, where it was cold and dark and empty in the depths of the fortress's most secure apartments.
And as she felt the tears streaming down her cheeks and her arousal pooling on the sheets beneath her, Blake Belladonna fingered herself to completion to the sight of the destiny that awaited her when they lost.
The life of a toy. A cocksleeve. Because what other destiny could there be for someone like her? She doubted Jaune would allow her anything else.
Blake grit her teeth as Eve's unseeing eyes flashed in the back of her mind. Her friend had been denied sight. Would Blake be treated the same? Would Jaune take away her healing, too? Could he do that? What would be left for her after that?
Only taste, smell, and feeling. The taste of Jaune's cock, of his cum. The smell of his musk. The sensation of his cock as it split her open and rearranged her insides.
Only cock.
Only Jaune.
Blake came once more, vision blurring as the tears continued to come. She wished Yang was here to comfort her, but her lover was still in her mom's room for observation.
Unfortunately, her Yang had pushed herself too hard, her mother said. And while Yang would be able to go back to training the troops tomorrow, Blake had been given strict instructions to let Yang get her rest, lest she become too fatigued again.
Kali would be pushing Blake's healer training, too. It'd be crucial for her to be able to contribute even off the battlefield.
Still, sex with Yang didn't take the hunger away, but it did take the edge off. It made it manageable.
It had never come to her like this, though. Her fingers were being gripped so tight that Blake couldn't do anything more than wiggle them.
She was a toy, a slave. She was fuckmeat and a cumrag. A broodmare for Jaune to breed more catgirl slaves that'd be raised to please his cock.
Blake wept for the fate of herself, the fate of her people.
All the while, she came and came and came. Her need only becoming more and more stark with each shattering of her body, driving her to thrust her hips desperately into the air and her juices to stain the sheets dark. Until her vision narrowed and even the shadows of her room faded to black.
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