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What She Deserves - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-12-04 06:25:52 +0000 UTCAnother NSFW commission, this one involving a futanari Weiss that (forcefully) has her way with a bunch of the female cast. This is my first time delving into futanari. It's not that different from the other smut, I think, though having a very...unsympathetic protagonist is. Warning that this fic is very extreme and shows off things like rape and racism.
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Weiss was not happy.
Why should she be? Her time at Beacon has been utterly dreadful so far. First, she'd been refused her rightful place as leader. While she was still sore about that, her brief talk with Professor Port had convinced Weiss to at least change her methods. She would help improve Ruby to ensure that she was the best kind of leader - the kind of leader Weiss was - she could be. And if she failed? Then Weiss would be happy to take her place.
But that wasn't the worst part. No, even more annoying were her other two teammates, Yang and Blake. While Ruby had many flaws, she was at least earnest and open to advice. The same couldn't be said for the other two. Yang was an airheaded party girl who refused to take anything seriously. How she even got into Beacon in the first place was beyond Weiss. Probably sexual favors using those annoyingly large breasts of hers.
Then there was Blake. Oh, she had a lot to say about her last teammate. She was quiet, which one would've thought would make her at least easy to be around, but that was far from the truth. The woman was quiet...up until she found an opportunity to make a crack about Weiss' family and the SDC. Then she'd never miss a chance to make some snappy comment or cutting barb. You would've thought she was a Faunus with how much vitriol she had.
And of course, there was her propensity for reading pornography. She could call it 'tasteful literature' all she wanted, but it was obviously porn. Weiss wasn't against her reading such things on her own time, but she did it while everyone else was around. Did she have no shame? No dignity? Weiss wouldn't have been caught dead reading such perverse things in public. She did it in privacy like a proper lady, thank you.
But the worst part about Blake was just how damn inscrutable the woman was. Weeks they'd been on a team together and Weiss knew almost nothing about her. But oh, she knew all about Weiss. She never failed to bring up some failure that the SDC committed or some insecurity she tried to hide that left the heiress angry and fumbling for a comeback. Which she always failed to do because she didn't know anything about her except that she hated the SDC for some reason and liked to read pornography in public.
Her mood wasn't being helped by her current situation.
Weiss had always prided herself on her diligence. While she resented her father for forcing so many lessons onto her, she refused to let it defeat her. She'd not only succeeded in her lessons, but she also excelled in them. Moving to Beacon had not dampened her industrious nature in any way. She made sure to schedule the proper times so she kept up to her high standards both academically and physically. Case in point, scheduling a private gym room in RWBY's name for Semblance training.
It would've been a productive evening if Blake hadn't decided to join her. Weiss had glowered at that, but technically, the room was scheduled to allow all four of them to use it. She'd hoped that maybe Blake would get the hint and understand that she wanted to be left alone, but alas...
"Looks like you're having some trouble."
Weiss gritted her teeth and ignored Blake's snide comment. For all her skills and how much she excelled, she was utterly incapable of summoning like Winter could. She had no idea why, and that uncertainty gnawed at her. She'd killed more than enough Grimm to qualify and she was perfect in every other aspect of her Semblance usage, but this one thing had eluded her.
She let out a frustrated breath and stabbed Myrtenaster against the ground once more, visualizing the spectral creature she wanted to summon. A beowolf, she thought insistently. Just summon one beowolf. By the Brothers, she'd take a single claw at this point! Just anything as proof that-
"I don't think it's working."
Concentration broken, Weiss growled and turned to her unwanted training companion, "What is your problem?" Weiss hissed. The image of the beowolf was gone from her mind, replaced with that of an infuriatingly calm Blake Belladonna.
Neither of them noticed the glyph behind Weiss shift from white to black.
"Nothing. Just making idle talk."
"No, you're trying to irritate me." Weiss wanted to march up to the taller woman and sock her straight in the jaw. She didn't, of course. She was a proper lady and not some savage who'd throw the first blow, "If all you're doing here is trying to get on my nerves, then leave. I have better things to do with my time than indulge your immaturity."
"What? Like failing to summon something?" Weiss' eye twitched and the black glyph pulsed behind her.
"What is the matter with you? You've been hostile towards me since the first day. Is there something personally I did to make you mad?"
"It doesn't have to be personal." Blake crossed her arms and gave her that annoyingly flat look, "Your company's done a lot of harm. I'm sure you wouldn't even realize it if I told you what it did."
Ah, so that was it. She was being blamed for the actions of her father. Typical. Weiss gnashed her teeth together and clenched her hands into shaky fists. Oh, how she despised Blake. She wasn't the first to lay blame at her feet for actions outside of her control, but at least those other ones she could ignore because she didn't have to interact with them long. Blake had taken full advantage of their forced proximity to air out her misplaced grievances.
"That's not my fault," Weiss growled.
"No? You seem pretty happy to benefit from it. How much do your clothes and weapon cost? I bet they came up to a pretty penny. I'm sure the people dying in the mines because of ignored safety checks are happy that they're funding the lifestyle of spoiled brat playing Huntress."
Spoiled brat? Playing Huntress? Weiss' right eye twitched and it took everything she had not to jump and throttle the taller woman to the ground in a rage. Instead, she gave her a deadly glared and muttered two words.
"Shut up."
Blake scoffed and made to utter another retort before she suddenly clamped her mouth shut. Weiss raised a brow as her dark-haired teammate's eyes widened and she made muffled noises through her tightly closed lips, sounding as if she'd been muzzled.
Weiss scoffed.
"Oh yes, very amusing." The heiress rolled her eyes as Blake made more muffled noises, "Is this your idea of a joke? If so, I'd appreciate it if you did so earlier. This sounds much more pleasant than your usual garbage." Blake stopped faking her groans and glared at Weiss. For some reason, however, she still refused to talk. How long was she going to keep this joke going?
Weiss watched silently as Blake tried to pull her lower lip down, but her jaw refused to budge and her mouth parted for only a second before clamping shut once more. It was as if she was fighting against herself. Or at least, that was what she was pretending to do. Did Blake really think she'd fall for this? Granted she had no idea what the joke was supposed to be, but it annoyed her all the same.
The gag, already unfunny to begin with, had fully run its course.
"You can talk now," Weiss said flippantly.
Like a seal breaking, Blake's mouth suddenly parted again and she let out a few desperate breaths. Weiss raised a brow once more. She was really trying to drag this out, wasn't she?
"Wh-What the hell did you do?!" Blake shouted, giving her a surprisingly convincing look of fear.
"What?" Weiss blinked.
"I said, what did you do?!" Blake shouted, more hysterically this time.
"I refused to play along with your joke. Sorry to disappoint you." Weiss rolled her eyes.
"Joke?! You think..." Another deep exhale and she stepped back. Weiss didn't get the chance to say anything before her crazed teammate suddenly pulled out her sword and aimed the tip straight at her head. There was still a ten-foot gap between the two, but the message was clear, "You think this is funny?! I don't know what you did, but you need to explain yourself now!"
"Explain what?!" Weiss shouted back, "Explain how you're acting even crazier than normal! Stop being an idiot and drop the weapon!"
"Go to he-" Blake dropped the sword. The dark-haired woman's eyes widened and she stared down at her fallen weapon. Weiss was about to brush it off as another joke before she saw the pure, unrestrained panic in Blake's amber irises. She'd ignored it before, too frustrated to see her previous actions as nothing more than a joke, but the fear in her eyes was genuine.
She'd dropped it at her command. Her body had moved to obey her even as Blake refused to do so.
Weiss stepped back in turn and her right foot stepped on her still-active glyph. Weiss looked down and gasped. For the first time since their argument had begun, she finally saw how much it had changed. More than the color, however, was how it pulsed with power. It throbbed like a heartbeat and she swore she could almost feel Blake's fear rush into her through the ornate circle.
Perhaps she could try it again to make sure.
As if reading her mind, Blake gasped and leaped at her in a mad panic. Weiss dodged the clumsy jump and spoke just as her assailant stood, "On your knees." Blake tried to run at her, but her legs refused to budge. With a look of growing horror, the mysterious woman was forced to follow Weiss' command and kneeled before her, "...Keep those hands at your sides and hold still," Weiss added. The last thing she wanted was to be attacked again.
Blake did just that. Her body seemed to freeze in that position, knees a short distance apart and her arms slack at her sides. Her head remained facing forward and didn't budge. It was as if she was a statue.
Everything except for her eyes, that is. The amber orbs looked around in a panic, flitting from one side to the next in a panic. She could order her to stop that as well, but she didn't. Something about the other woman's feelings - fear, anger, helplessness - had stirred something within her. A warmth pooled in her gut and she felt the organ between her legs stiffening slightly.
Weiss smiled. The horror within Blake's eyes multiplied tenfold. Her cock twitched at the sight of it. Oh yes, this was very appealing. She could do whatever she wanted and Blake had to obey her.
Before she got to her fun, however, she made sure to check her scroll. Her Aura had barely gone down despite the Glyph remaining active this whole time. Her Semblance had always been economical with its Aura usage.
The logical part of her argued that she should focus on just how her Semblance was allowing her to control Blake's body. And yet a louder, far more primal part shouted it down. She could investigate that later. Right now she had Blake Belladonna on her knees, helpless and pliable to all her commands and desires. She would be a fool to waste the opportunity literally at her feet.
Weiss' mouth parted to show off her teeth and she uttered another command.
"Take your top off."
Anger had pushed through Blake's fear, and yet she was forced to obey all the same. What meager resistance she could pull up amounted to a moment's hesitation before she did exactly as Weiss commanded. Weiss watched with growing arousal as the woman followed orders. While her movements were mechanical and not seductive in the least, the sheer rush of power was enough to make it supremely enjoyable.
The black and white garment was discarded to the floor without a care. Weiss licked her lips at the sight of the creamy, lightly tanned skin bared before her. While Blake was an infuriating woman, she was also a very attractive one. Her arms were corded with lean muscle and the abs at her core were enough to almost make her jealous. While Weiss was no slouch herself on that front, her training regiment was far less intense due to her weapon of choice.
And of course, there were her breasts. The generous mounds were still hidden behind a purple bra, but even then she could tell how big they were. A brief spike of jealousy shot through Weiss as she stared down at her own far more economical assets before she pushed it away. While she might have been lacking in certain departments, there was one thing she was sure she trumped the others in.
She felt Blake's emotions shift again (a side-effect of her Semblance, perhaps?). Still angry and scared, but also mortified. Here she was debasing herself before someone she despised for inane reasons. Weiss breathed in deeply and let out a soft sigh. The rush of emotions Blake was giving her was intoxicating, better than any massage or spa treatment she received.
She wanted more of it.
Weiss leaned down and, without any fanfare, groped her right breast. Blake's eyes burned into her and she screamed, or at least she tried to. Her mouth refused to move and all that came out were muffled groans as if she was gagged.
"This kind of underwear...I always knew you were a slut." It was actually pretty basic - black and purple with frills at the cups - but adored the feelings of utter indignation that flowed into her. Blake despised being so helpless and Weiss relished it. Oh, how she wished she found out about what her Semblance could do weeks before. Then she wouldn't have had to deal with the other woman's barbed comments.
And really, this was all Blake's fault. She was the one who'd started sniping at her for things she had no control of. The SDC, her father's practices...she was the easy and convenient target. Some punishment for her poor behavior was in order.
Weiss' hand slipped under the cup and she touched the breast directly. Again, Blake tried to move, her indignation mixing with mortification of being so blatantly groped. Weiss' smile morphed into a sneer just before she grabbed Blake's nipple and twisted it. Hard. Even a masochist would've found it uncomfortable. Blake attempted to scream once more, though her struggles amount to nothing more than a small shake of the shoulders.
Aura would dull the pain and ensure that there would be no wound, though it couldn't protect her from being hurt.
Weiss pulled her hand back and smirked down at the still woman.
"You can talk now."
Blake gasped and panted as if she'd been pulled from underwater. She still couldn't move, of course, but it didn't stop her from blathering on, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Blake screamed. It was amusing seeing the disconnect between her screaming voice and utterly passive facial expression, "You...what the fuck?! How could you, Weiss?! This is going way beyond arguments!"
"Is it?" Weiss raised a perfectly manicured brow, "I don't think so. I'm teaching an uppity teammate a lesson about knowing her place. Besides, you're hardly blameless in all this. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't insisted on following me here. It makes me wonder if you didn't want this to occur." Weiss hummed.
"You're...delusional!" Blake spat.
"Sticks and stones, Blake. Now, do you know what I'm going to do next?"
She didn't get a chance to reply before Weiss deftly pulled up the hem of her skirt. Whatever impotent barb Blake had prepared died in her throat at the sight of her cock bulging against her white panties. She'd made certain that none of her teammates knew about her difference in anatomy and they always assumed she was just being the prude rich rich girl. Every time sparring and training ended, she always ensured that she took a shower alone and her skirts were long and loose enough to avoid any unfortunate incidents.
Well, that and anti-upskirt technology.
Blake's cocktail of emotions was amazing to behold. Surprise, confusion, and most exciting of all, fear. She understood that there was only one reason for Weiss to bare herself before her, "W-Weiss, wait!" Weiss didn't wait. She hummed cheerily and began slowly removing her skirt, making sure to drag it out to draw as much of Blake's palpable terror. Even her most basic actions were causing such an intense reaction. Amazing.
The skirt fell and she properly set it aside before doing the same with her panties. Her cock sprang up, a white pillar of twitching cockmeat with a pair of smooth balls underneath. Her penis was a long nine inches, which would be large on anyone, nevermind someone of her petite frame. While it wasn't as thick as the ones she'd seen the rare times she viewed pornography, it was more than enough to fill any hole satisfactorily.
"What do you think?" Weiss asked rhetorically, letting the cock loom over Blake's face. It was large enough that it cast a shadow over her features and Weiss was tempted to take a picture on her scroll for posterity. She held off. There would be opportunity enough next time.
"W-Weiss, don't do-"
"You love it? Why, thank you." Weiss preened, "Give it a kiss to show your appreciation, hm?"
Blake's lips pucked and she did just that, pressing her mouth against the silky smooth underside and planting a chaste kiss on the warm flesh, "D-Damn it...!" Blake growled, though it was more fearful than angry.
Her cock twitched.
"You want more? Well, keep kissing, and don't stop till I tell you."
Weiss stood there and watched as Blake peppered her rigid rod with more chaste kisses. There was no pattern to it, no order. Blake pressed her lips against any inch of skin she could reach, "Look at me," Weiss whispered. Blake's eyes snapped up and their gaze met, neither saying a word as Blake continued to worship her cock.
Her cock twitched again. Worship. Yes, she quite liked that thought in particular.
"Alright, enough. Stop."
Blake went still again. Weiss grabbed at her dick and edged it down till the head was perpendicular to Blake's mouth, "Hm, I'll give you a choice." She poked the head against her pursed lips and giggled as Blake tried and failed to move her head away from it. She poked at her again, feeling more and more like a child who had discovered a new toy, "I require some relief after your teasing, so I'll need somewhere to sheath my sword, so to speak. What do you think? Answer me."
The command allowed Blake to move her mouth again. She looked up at Weiss with utter rage in her eyes and muttered.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Hm...no, I think I'll fuck you instead." She bared her teeth before uttering her next command, "Open your mouth."
The command was absolute. Blake made a valiant effort to resist, which amounted to nothing more than a brief second of hesitation before she obeyed. Weiss cooed at the sight of Blake on her knees with her mouth ready to accept her cock. The sight was extremely arousing and she made sure to relish every second of it.
Weiss grabbed at her throbbing pillar and pressed the head against Blake's upper lip, tracing it across the length of the pink surface and coating it in pre. She did the same with her lower lip and giggled smugly when she was done. Blake's lips were shiny with her essence. A good start, but it would be nothing compared to the main course.
Weiss stepped forward and shoved her cock into Blake's mouth. Blake's eyes burned with shock and rage as Weiss pulled out before pushing in again. And again. And again. And again. She wasn't gentle about it, though neither was she particularly cruel.
Blake's mouth accepted her with ease. Weiss closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling of warmth that engulfed her hard rod. The head of her cock pushed against Blake's throat and she was tempted to push in and take that final place for herself. Not yet, she thought as she pulled out once more. She had all the time in the world for this. There was no sense in skipping to the best part.
"Gods, you feel so good." Weiss smiled and looked down at her unwilling partner. A part of her understood that it was wrong, but she refused to stop. She deserved some payback for all those weeks of irritation, didn't she? "How about you move this time, hm? Suck my cock."
The vulgar command was followed. Blake's parted mouth drew closer and swallowed most of her prick in one go. Weiss almost pulled back to watch Blake's body desperately try to grab her rod, but she stayed still in the end. It would've been childish.
"Oh, that's nice," Weiss sighed and let herself relax as Blake got to work. Her tongue lapped at the underside while she sucked like the obedient whore she was. It wasn't her first time despite what her teammates might have assumed. The maids back home were beautiful and all too willing to help relieve her whenever she found the urge. Puberty had been far more pleasant for her than others of her age given that she had multiple semen receptacles to choose from.
Blake's emotions were the cherry on top. She hated this - hated Weiss - and yet she was forced to be nothing more than an obedient cock sucker. It felt better than if she'd been completely willing.
"Good girl..." Weiss licked her lips and ran a hand down through Blake's dark locks. She really was a beautiful woman. Such a shame that she had the personality of a cretin.
Her attempted petting was marred by the bow atop Blake's head, however. She always found the accessory odd on her taciturn teammate. It looked far more cute and didn't match Blake's personality in the least. More importantly, however, it was bothering Weiss. Right now all she could think about was grabbing Blake's head with both hands and using her as a living fleshlight like she did the maids at the manor.
"I gotta take this bow off..." Weiss muttered, still lost in the pleasure.
The soft declaration was met with an immediate response. All the anger and embarrassment Blake felt was suddenly replaced by fear. The new emotion made Weiss both surprised and curious. That was an odd response. Without wasting any more time, she grabbed the ribbon and deftly untied its knot.
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There were cat ears underneath. Blake continued to suck and lick at her cock, but Weiss could barely even feel it now. A Faunus...her teammate was a Faunus. Weiss' own sense of glee and arousal was drowned out by a renewed anger. Not only was Blake a pain in her neck for all these weeks, but she was a Faunus on top of it. She felt disgusted just thinking about it. To think that someone so beneath her acted as if she was an equal.
Seeing Blake on her knees with her mouth stuffed with cock felt far more appropriate now. That was where she belonged, "Interesting..." Weiss muttered, voice dripping with icy venom. Blake's eyes told everything Weiss needed to know. She was scared, the fear rushing onto Weiss in waves, and it only worsened when Weiss' grip on her hair tightened, "Oh...I'm going to enjoy this."
Weiss pulled back and shoved her cock up to the hilt. Blake screamed in both shock and pain, but Weiss paid it no mind. She'd been lenient before, but now, Weiss had no mercy left. Not only did she want to ensure that she enjoyed this, but she also wanted Blake to hurt.
Her cockhead bashed through whatever unconscious resistance Blake could muster. Weiss gritted her teeth and bit back a moan as her penis was fully hilted into Blake's mouth and throat. Gods, it felt good, but she didn't want to lose herself in the pleasure now. This was more than just some minor payback and enjoyment. No, this was about showing this dirty Faunus what her true place was.
Weiss pushed till she was fully hilted again then just held herself there. Blake's eyes widened in panic and Weiss imagined she would've pushed against her thighs if she could. The heiress sneered and held tightly to the back of her head, "Look at me," she said. Blake looked up and their gazes met. The Faunus' eyes were wide with fear, mascara running down her cheeks and tears springing from the pain she was in.
She really did look like a whore now. Good.
"You're so lucky," Weiss muttered, pulling herself out in an agonizingly slow way, "Not just anyone of your kind could help out a Human with their needs, and you've got the fortune of doing it for a Schnee." Another thrust forward. More tears and muffled screams, "Many would kill to be in your position, you know? On their knees with a Schnee cock down their throat." Out came her cock again, leaving Blake's mouth with a loud pop, "You should thank me for giving you this chance."
"Th...Thank you, Weiss," Blake said, her voice rough from the throat fucking she'd just received.
"Hm. Tell me you want more."
"I...I want more."
"Tell me you're nothing but a whore."
"I'm...nothing but a whore."
"Good." Weiss' smile was all teeth, "Now...beg for my cock."
"I...please give it to me," Blake cried. Weiss could feel her anguish and it only spurred her on further, "I want it. I need it. Please..."
"Oh, that's perfect..." Weiss muttered, more to herself than to Blake. She shoved her cock into Blake's waiting lips and let out a self-satisfied sigh. This time, there was no hesitation or dragging it out. Her rod once again found itself buried to the hilt, though that didn't last long. Mere moments after she sheathed her cock inside, she pulled out before doing the same thing again.
Weiss' hips moved like a jackhammer, ravaging the inside of Blake's mouth without mercy. Her balls slapped against the kneeling Faunus' chin, causing spit to fly off with every hit. It wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, though it was far less spiteful on her end whenever she used her maids this way. Now she was using her cock to show Blake exactly where she belong: on her knees and between the legs of her superiors.
More than anything, it was the freedom that really sparked her arousal. In all her seventeen years of life she'd spent it under someone's control. Her father was quick to tug on her leash and she always choked at the way he forced her to conform to his wishes. Now she was in control, and for the first time in her life, Weiss felt true freedom.
All it came was at the cost of Blake's fraying sanity. It was a price she was all too happy to pay.
The ravaging continued for a while until Weiss felt the familiar bubbling feeling welling up inside her, "I'm going to cum..." Weiss muttered. Even through her cock-drunk haze, Weiss' words pierced through. The spike of fear was the final push she needed and, with a loud moan, she came.
Thick ropes of virile seed shot out of the head and pained the insides of Blake's mouth and throat white. Weiss hummed in utter delight and held Blake's head tightly, "That's right. Swallow it all." Weiss' grip tightened with enough strength to hurt even as she slowly pulled back until the head of her cock was on Blake's tongue instead of her throat, "I don't want you to waste a single drop," she added sternly.
Of course, that was impossible. Weiss had always been generous when it came to her seed, and this case was no exception. Blake tried, or at least her body attempted to follow the command as best as it could. Her cheeks bulged with the weight of her cum and she tried to swallow as much as she could, but it was to no avail. More and more drops of Weiss' semen dribbled past her lips and dropped down to her chin and the floor below.
Weiss pulled out and, still cumming, painted Blake's face white. It was also something she'd done before. The sight of the Schnee manor maids walking back to their rooms with shaky legs and cum on their faces was an all-too-common sight back home.
It ended not long after. Weiss sighed and looked down at Blake. The Faunus' face was coated in her essence and her mouth was still parted open, showing off her tongue and the small puddle of seed that remained. Weiss laughed and her breath and picked up her scroll from her discarded skirt. Again, her Aura had barely been dinged despite all that she'd done.
Weiss raised the scroll and grinned.
"Smile for me."
Blake did just that, her lips curled up in a happy expression even as tears continued to rain and the cum covered her face. Weiss snapped a few pictures for posterity and hummed. It would be nice to have a reminder.
Without a word said, Weiss walked behind the kneeling Faunus and kicked her on the shoulder. Blake fell to the ground face first, slumped over like a fish out of water. Despite that, her knees remained perpendicular to the ground, leaving her ass sticking up in the air.
"Take your shorts off. Panties too."
It was awkward given her position, but Blake obeyed all the same. Weiss licked her lips as the Faunus' bare bottom was exposed. As much as she despised the cat Faunus for her past behavior, she could admit some jealousy of some of her features. The woman's derriere was considered to be the best at Beacon, something Weiss was reluctantly forced to admit might have been accurate give. It was thick and well-rounded with with shorts doing little to obscure how good it looked.
Weiss' hands palmed the pale globes for a moment before she slapped it hard, causing the flesh to jiggle, "Ah!" Blake cried. Weiss could've told her to shut up, but it was better this way.
She pried Blake's asscheeks apart and hummed at the sight of her puckered anus, pretty and pink and just begging to be violated, "Ha. People would be so jealous if they saw us now. What was it they called your butt? The 'Bellabooty'? A rather unimaginative name, though I suppose it's accurate." Her head prodded at the tight hole and Blake shivered, "I'm about to indulge in something everyone else in the school can only dream of."
"W-Weiss, please..." Weiss hummed and sandwiched her rod between the two globes, moving up and down lazily like she was getting a boob job, "I...I-I was wrong, I know that now. Please. I-I'll do anything you want, just-"
"Oh, I know you'll do anything I want. Because you're mine."
Weiss spread Blake's cheek one more time and, after taking a second to line up her cockhead, rammed her penis straight into the puckered hole. Blake cried out, screaming in both shock and pain, while Weiss gritted her teeth. Tight was the first word that came to mind. Unlike Blake's mouth, her ass was clearly unaccustomed to taking something of her length and girth. Funny. The woman with the best ass on Beacon was an anal virgin.
Weiss pulled out somewhat slowly; if only to avoid having Blake pass out from the pain, "This is mine," Weiss hissed, slapping Blake's ass and making it shake once more, "Your ass, your mouth, even your pussy, if I deem you worthy of having me truly inside you. All of it belongs to me. Say it." She didn't. Weiss had to be more specific, "Say you belong to me."
"I...I belong...to you..."
"That's right. You're nothing but my toy."
Weiss gradually picked up the pace as Blake's tight insides loosened. She'd already cum once before, but she'd always been energetic on that front. Going through multiple rounds and maids wasn't rare for her. Already she could feel her balls churning, desperate to release her potent seeds into the Faunus' fat behind.
"I'd go for a third round if I could, but I can't risk you getting pregnant. What would people think of a Schnee half-breed?" Weiss scoffed, annoyed that she hadn't brought any protection even though it would've made no logical sense for her to. After all, she hardly expected that this would be how this day would turn up, "But don't worry. I'm sure we can have some more fun once I've got the right pills."
"P-Please..."
"You want it already? Okay then."
Weiss grinned wickedly and came a second time. Just like before, her thick seed filled the Faunus' insides and her toy shrieked. Weiss continued to hilt herself and watched with glee as the semen overflowed even from the plugged hole, cum leaking past her dripping cock down Blake's legs. If she'd used her other hole, she was sure Blake would've gotten pregnant by now.
The heiress stirred her cock on Blake's insides briefly before she pulled out with a pop. Blake's now-gaping asshole was left bare before her, absolutely stuffed with her virile seed.
Weiss stepped back and observed her handiwork. Blake had stopped talking completely now, her face pressed against the gym mats as she softly sobbed. Weiss was tempted to go for a third round before holding off. Their time in the gym would end in an hour and they did need to remove any trace of what happened. Even if she doubted they were the first to get randy after a workout.
But first, she had to test something.
As enjoyable as this was, she didn't need Blake snitching to the headmaster or doing something else stupid like running to escape her hold. No, she wanted her new toy to last.
"I have more orders for you. So listen carefully," Weiss said firmly, "You won't say anything about what happened here today. You won't run, you won't try to harm me, you won't do anything outside of what you've already been doing unless I tell you to. When I tell you to do something, you do it without question. No matter what. You'll obey these commands even after I turn off my Semblance. Your body is nothing more than my plaything. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes..."
Weiss' eyes narrowed and she turned off the dark Glyph. Blake's emotions stopped flowing into her, but that didn't matter. Her broken state was clear for all to see.
Time to test her out.
"Clean up your mess." Weiss gestured to her cum-covered penis, "Lick it up till there's no semen left. I want it spotless."
Blake obeyed her command, her body still forced to comply. It was only when the Faunus sat up that Weiss saw what appeared to be a dark brand on her chest above her breasts with the exact same design as her glyph. She truly had been marked.
Blake slowly and lovingly began to lick her rod. Weiss smiled at the sight of the subservient woman and almost laughed at how much things had changed in such a short time. And they would keep changing. Already, her mind was brimming with ideas on what she could make Blake do. Perhaps she could order her to be a fawning servant even in public? Or maybe she could have her declare that she was Weiss' property of her own free will. So many ideas, and they have all the time in the world.
Weiss was happy.
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Yeah...Weiss is not a good person. At all. Still, I'm sure at least a few people find the fantasy and setting of this appealing. That and the schneenis is insanely popular from what I've found.
A possible next chapter will involve Pyrrha falling victim to Weiss' appetite. Till then, hope you guys enjoyed this one.
