Kink Fics (9/6)

CW: Hard Noncon

This wasn’t good.

Pyrrha struggled against her bonds. They were just… rope, nothing more, something she should have been able to burst out of with her normal strength, or incinerate with her Maiden powers, but she didn’t have the aura reserves to do anything. Not since that Grimm… thing had gotten her.

She’d been overconfident. The exact thing Qrow had warned her about when she had accepted her powers from Amber, when she’d first taken up the role. But even this had been something she didn’t think was possible—Salem’s agents seem to have known exactly where she was going, but the only other people who knew that were Glynda and Ozpin. But even their ambush hadn’t been enough to even the odds, but then they hit her with that black… thing. A Grimm type she’d never seen before, that seemed to drain her energy right out of her until she was too weak to even stand on her own feet.

When she’d come to, she was here, tied to a chair. The feebleness of her restraints stung like a mockery, an underscore on her failure. Still, she had to do something. Struggling in vain, she saw if she could tip the chair. Maybe if she could break it, she’d be able to free her hands, and, even if she didn’t have her aura, she’d be in a better place if she could get out of her binds. Hell, she just wished the room wasn’t so dark! So she could get a look around and see if anything was-

Her thoughts were cut off as she heard the door open behind her. Adrenaline pulsed in her veins, cold as ice water, as she braced herself for whoever, or whatever, was about to interrogate her… or worse.

They were smart. Letting her stew in her paranoia in those agonizing seconds as she waited for them to speak. The waiting was maddening as she ran through all the possibilities it could be. Cinder Fall, the woman who’d masterminded her ambush? One of her agents? Perhaps Arthur Watts with some kind of truth serum or other horrible device? Or maybe Tyrian Callows… Pyrrha didn’t want to imagine what he might do with her while she was helpless at his mercy...

“Well, well, well… Long time, no see, Pyrrha.”

That- that voice! It… it couldn’t… couldn’t be...

“J-Jaune?” she asked.

“I’m glad the Invincible Girl deigns to remember me,” her former partner sneered, “I figured you had better things to concern yourself with once I was out of your life… after all, you didn’t have much concern for me when I was expelled.”

Every word was a dagger in Pyrrha’s heart. Jaune Arc, her former partner, her crush, her single greatest regret and symbol of her total cowardice… When Weiss had discovered Jaune’s forged transcripts and brought them to Glynda, back in their first year, Pyrrha had meant to intervene, to leverage her position as the Maiden candidate to try to compel them to let Jaune stay, to do something for the man she loved before she left his life forever, but… But Ozpin had told her it was no use. That without her coaching him, he’d surely flunk out. She would be leaving him either way, so… so it would be for the best if he could leave now, quietly, with his dignity intact.

She had been a coward. She was so caught up in her imminent departure from Beacon, that she hadn’t objected. That she accepted Ozpin’s reasoning. And then, she left Beacon as well, to become the Maiden, too ashamed to ever ask what became of her former partner.

“Jaune...” she said, her eyes tearing, “I’m so sorry! I never, never meant for you-”

But Jaune cut her off with a scoff. “Easy to be apologetic now, isn’t it? Not when my future was on the line. You were in the Headmaster’s inner circle, you could have changed everything!”

Pyrrha wished she could just look him in the eye and show him her contrition, let him know how much her failure had eaten her up over the years. “But- but Jaune, I wanted to-”

“Save it!” he spat, “I found a team that appreciates my talents. It turns out, my Semblance—yes, I was able to discover my Semblance once I was in a place that valued me—gives me a keen understanding of aura. And Salem knows the link between aura and the Grimm. Together, the two of us were able to devise new Grimm. I believe you met one of my creations, yes?”

Pyrrha’s blood grew even colder at the revelation that Jaune could create Grimm. A Grimm that was capable of utterly neutralizing her...

“Really, that I have a place in her service would be payment enough, but Salem is… generous. When I wanted revenge, she promised me that I’d get all I ever wanted. And I had a list… a list of those who’d betrayed me. I think you can imagine whose names were on there...”

A dark pit formed in Pyrrha’s stomach. A memory of a recent tragedy, a Huntress, a former friend from her Beacon days who hadn’t come back from a mission.  “You don’t… you couldn’t...” she begged.

Everything she knew about Jaune told her that he couldn’t be so cruel! He was- he was her friend! The one man who looked at her like she was a normal girl! He was kind, and- and sweet! Not… this!

“Weiss was my first, of course,” Jaune chuckled darkly, confirming Pyrrha’s worst fears, “You’ll find she has a very different attitude towards me now, but like I said, my Mistress is a generous leader. I bet you’re wondering how I knew how to find you… a very guarded secret, yes, one I had to put quite a bit of work into extracting from the woman,” his voice became a terrible snarl “who expelled me!”

“Miss… Miss Goodwitch?” Pyrrha gasped in disbelief. It couldn’t- she’d met with Glynda just before leaving! She hadn’t… unless- oh no...

But Jaune just laughed at her dismay. “Yes… but don’t blame her too much. Yes, I know how much it burns to be betrayed...” he let the word hang like a knife over Pyrrha’s heart, “But you’ll understand shortly that she didn’t really have a choice. I have other Grimm I’ve devised, Grimm that you’ll get to meet… right now.”

Pyrrha suddenly felt a wet slap across the back of her neck, something cold and slimy… and wriggling. She struggled against her bonds in panic, but adrenaline wasn’t enough to rouse her drained stamina, not before she felt a sudden, sharp jab.

“What...” she asked through gritted teeth, “what are you… doing to me?”

“Oh… you’ll start feeling it in a moment… just about… now.”

Suddenly, Pyrrha felt a flame inside her! Like her Maiden powers were suddenly reignited, her strength coming back to her! Except… except there wasn’t any strength in her arms. Or any of her muscles. Her body felt as weak as before, but her soul felt like there was a potent energy inside her, her nerves tingling, her teeth practically chattering from this bound potential.

“My Semblance can amplify aura and Semblances,” Jaune explained, dispassionately, “The sort of skill that would have been a good complement to a team like JNPR… but it also enables me to, with the Queen’s help, craft Grimm that can interfere with aura… letting them devour it, but also, shape it in… certain ways...”

He let his meaning hang, but Pyrrha was already starting to feel her inner energy curdle within her. Her nerves felt overcharged, like she could feel even the slightest movement of the air on her skin. She was so sensitive, even slight movements made her body light up from the friction of the ropes against her wrist or even her clothes against her skin. Was this- was this some kind of poison? Was he setting her up to be tortured? She didn’t understa-

Suddenly, she felt Jaune’s hand grip her shoulder, and Pyrrha cried out! It wasn’t pain, but the suddenness and intensity of his touch sent bolts of pure sensation rippling across her skin, jolting any thoughts from her mind except the sensation of his touch.

“My, my, my,” he chuckled, his words vibrating in her entire body, “You’re even more sensitive than Weiss!”

“Wha… wha’s happenin’” she slurred, her tongue dull and artless, lolling in her mouth.

“We’re getting started.”

Without any warning, Jaune’s hands suddenly moved from her shoulder to her chest, her overcharged nerves causing her to howl as he roughly groped and squeezed her. His fingers felt like they were just pouring pure, unadulterated pleasure into her system as his teeth grazed her neck. For all Pyrrha knew, she came from it, but it was impossible to tell when she was just so overwhelmed by his touch.

How many times had Pyrrha imagined this? How many fantasies of her crush losing control and just taking her? It would take out the agony of her waiting, remove her need to be the first to act, to take the plunge and tell him of her feelings. She couldn’t disappoint her parents and sponsors or anyone if he- if he took her. She had always been so afraid when she was in Beacon, so afraid all the time, well, now she had it.

As swiftly as he’d started, Jaune suddenly withdrew, leaving Pyrrha whimpering in dismay before she even realized what she was doing, her body involuntarily bucking to be closer to his touch.

And Jaune just laughed.

It was a wicked, cruel, mocking laugh, and Pyrrha cringed in desperate shame. She could feel her soaked thighs confirm that she’d gotten off on getting molested while helpless, and Jaune delighted in her humiliation.

“You’re pathetic,” he spat, “All this time, I thought you were someone incredible, someone so impossibly out of my league that I was lucky you’d even give me the time of day. You have no idea how great I thought you were. How much I believed in you, only to learn you didn’t give a shit about me.”

“Jaune, please!” Pyrrha begged, “I never- I wanted to help you, I just- I’m sorry!”

But Jaune wasn’t moved by her pleading. “Just stop,” he growled, “I know everything that happened. I heard it firsthand from Glynda. Ozpin just had to tell you no and that was it. You were happy to be his little puppet, to be the big hero, and you didn’t want to jeopardize that by sticking up for your partner… you fucking bitch.”

The way he said that… it felt like he’d struck her across the face. But Pyrrha, so overwhelmed and exhausted by the effects of Jaune’s Grimm, just took it. There was no strength, no fight in her. A dark voice whispered, “You deserve this,” and nothing inside her could rebut it. She felt wretched in a way that was total and despairing.

“Well, guess what?” Jaune asked. She felt the squish of the Grimm on her neck, evidently, Jaune was touching it. “Grimm chemistry is quite fascinating when guided by my Aura Amp… you have no idea what I can do with my toys...”

She tensed, a dark pit of fear roiling in her gut from his words. Her body was still so woozy from the first test, but now she could feel something… something else flooding into her bloodstream. Something that made her whole body tremble.

“Please...” she meekly whimpered, knowing that it was hopeless, but was so afraid of what was coming next. “Jaune, I… I l-loved you...”

She could only hear silence in response, but she could tell that Jaune had paused from her words. But then she could feel his anger behind her, trembling through her entire body.

“And yet,” he growled, “that wasn’t even enough to convince you to stand up to Ozpin. What did you even know about him, huh? You have no idea what that pompous, manipulative windbag hid from you. From everyone. But you never thought to question him, question this whole rotten institution!”

Pyrrha’s body suddenly seized up as she felt Jaune press on the Grimm parasite and her body suddenly became almost electrified by the touch. She felt her nerves light up, her mind fraying once more from the intensity of it all.

“You deserve this, Pyrrha… you deserve all of this,” Jaune said darkly. “But you’re a smart girl… or at least, I thought you were. So we’ll see if you’ll figure out what my little friend is putting into your blood right now.”

She could feel her heart beating faster, her breathing become thick as panic swirled in her mind. Utterly at Jaune’s mercy, not knowing what he was truly capable of, not even wanting to imagine it. Pyrrha whimpered as every motion felt amplified in her body

“Y-you’re-” she gasped, “M-making me… horny...”

Jaune laughed. “No, not quite,” he said, “Well, I am, but that’s the effect of my Semblance… it’s amplifying your sensations. Neat little trick I figured out, with Cinder’s help...” In spite of everything, Pyrrha couldn’t resist feeling a stab of jealousy from the way she said that witch’s name. “But no… the Grimm poison in your veins does something else you’ll find out very soon.”

Pyrrha struggled against her bonds. Not to escape but from a desperate need to put some friction to her needy pussy. She tried to hump the chair, whimpering in dismay. Suddenly, with a gasp of surprise, she felt Jaune’s fingers slip up her skirt and press on her swollen clit. She sighed in involuntary relief, a small part of her mind reassuring her that Jaune would help her, that she could still trust Jaune. He slipped his hand into her panties and Pyrrha couldn’t hide her pleasure at it, her wet slit practically sucking Jaune’s fingers in, desperate for relief. But as he rubbed her, the friction of his fingertips amplified beyond belief, Pyrrha began to notice something.

Horror set in as she realized what the Grimm poison was actually doing. Desperately, shamelessly humping Jaune’s hand, begging for relief, but realizing that it wouldn’t come. Refusing to accept this, Pyrrha’s mind had been quite replaced by her animal instincts, and that drove her to a more and more shameful display of desperate lust. She moaned like a whore, bucked as hard as she could to take his fingers almost to the hand, anything that might give her the release she needed.

Jaune pulled his hand out, displaying his slicked fingers to her. Pyrrha whined and squeezed her legs together, trying to replace the pressure, but a wild thought in her mind told her that if she made him happy, he would let her off. She needed to make him happy. His happiness meant everything to her.

Pyrrha leaned forward, as far as she could go while bound to her chair and wrapped her lips around his fingers. She tasted her juices as she tickled his fingers with his tongue and sucked him clean in an act of faux fellatio. He needed to like her, needed- needed-

She knew how to end this.

“Please...” she moaned, helplessly, around his fingers, “puh-please...”

Jaune withdrew his finger from her mouth, Pyrrha lamely trying to suck it even as it was gone. He lay his hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder, and she wasn’t able to resist nuzzling her cheek against it, desperate to feel his body against her.

“Oh?” he asked, mockingly, “Please what?”

“Please...” she whined.

Jaune struck her across the back of the head. “Stupid bitch!” he shouted as Pyrrha cringed, “I asked you a question! Please what, bitch!”

Pyrrha whimpered. She… she had lost. She was lost. Utterly beaten and helpless and defeated. All she had to do was overcome this last indignity, wallow in her own pathetic failure, and he would release her…

“Please… fuck me,” she rasped, “Fuck me, Jaune… take your revenge and fuck my brains out… turn me into one of your mindless whores so I can make it up to you… with my body. Use my tits and my cunt to make me apologize for being such a stupid bitch… I deserve it… I’m a whore… I’m a whore… I’m a whore...”

With every phrase, she further and further debased herself, but she felt liberated by it. Between her arousal and exhaustion and guilt and regrets, Pyrrha knew her mind was truly broken as she chanted her new mantra, a mad giggle forming deep within her as her hips rolled with desperate need. Everytime she announced her new status, Pyrrha felt her miserable, useless, old identity disintegrate. She wasn’t the Invincible Girl. She wasn’t the Girl On The Pedestal. She wasn’t the Fall Maiden. She was a whore. A dirty slut of a girl who needed to fuck and suck and get her tits slapped.

“That’s much better,” Jaune said, and Pyrrha giggled stupidly, just happy to hear he was pleased with her. “I think you’ve earned yourself a treat.”

“Oh thank you, thank you, yes, yes, thank you, Jaune,” she said in delirious, enraptured delight.

Her joy soared in her heart as she felt Jaune untie her from the chair. He dumped her out of it, unceremoniously, her jellied legs unable to support her weight in the slightest as she simply toppled onto the ground. The shock of the fall, with her sensitivity so high, was intense, but as unsteady as she was, Pyrrha desperately padded forward, turning herself over to look up.

For the first time in years, Pyrrha saw her former partner. It was Jaune. Undeniably Jaune. The man she’d fallen in love with in the Emerald Forest, a few years older, his expression more cruel than Pyrrha could have imagined, but it was him. And Pyrrha, so broken and desperate for something to cling to, couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she looked upon him. He had violated her in unimaginable ways, but Pyrrha was happy. She deserved it, after all.

“Please, Jaune,” she said with a wild and delirious giggle, spreading her legs invitingly, “Puh-please let me show you… how sorry this whore is.”

Jaune smirked, and Pyrrha thought her heart might burst. She madly clawed at her clothes, desperate to undress, to please him, to apologize with her body, fuck, just to give him a path to fuck her and finally let her cum! Panting with arousal, she tore her clothes to shreds, driven by adrenaline in place of aura, but still strong, and desperate, enough to undress herself.

That mad enthusiasm was brought to new heights as Jaune unbuckled her belt.

“Yes, oh, yes!” she cried, “Oh thank you, thank you, Jaune, thank you, please, I-”

Jaune froze. A snarl flickered across his face, and Pyrrha’s heart dropped. She had made a mistake! He wouldn’t- he wouldn’t fuck her now! He’d leave her to go mad!

Wailing in despair, she desperately beseeched him. “I- I’m sorry!” she cried, “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! F-forgive me, Jaune! I- I’m a s-stupid b-bitch who n-never should have mistreated you! Please, I’m saaaaaaw-ry!”

Tears flowed freely down her face as she begged Jaune for forgiveness. But.. it seems her debasement was acceptable. Jaune- Jaune smiled at her, a wicked, cruel smile, but still a smile, and Pyrrha’s desperately needy pussy throbbed at the sight of it. He revealed his cock and Pyrrha blessed it as he pressed it against her slit, so wet, so eager, so driven to please him, to-

“Take it all, bitch!” he snarled as he thrust into her and slammed his cock deep in her pussy.

“Oh FUCK!” she screamed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, Jaune, oh yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!”

“I’m never gonna stop!” he cried, “I’m gonna fuck this pussy every day! You’re gonna spend the rest of your life making up for what you did to me, and you’re gonna love it!”

“I am! I AAAAAAAMMMMMM!” Pyrrha squealed, “I’m gonna put out whenever, wherever, fuck, however you want it! I’m a whore, Jaune! A dirty fucking whore who needs to get fucked!”

“Took you long enough to learn!” he cried, raising his hand and slapping her tits, the force of the blow striking Pyrrha with an onslaught of pleasure. With a cry of “FuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUCK!” Pyrrha reached her explosive climax. Pumped full of aura and perverse Grimm chemicals, her sensitivity had been brought to unimaginable heights, and between Jaune’s relentless teasing and her own fragile mental state, Pyrrha’s mind was in no place to resist it. Fireworks flashed before her eyes, neurons bursting with senses of touch and taste and smell and pleasure and her poor brain was far too overwhelmed by the assault, shattering into a billion pieces as she came and came and came. She spasmed, twitched, jerked, and shuddered as she physically lost all control of her body, just as Jaune had taken away her control of her destiny.

He kept pounding away at her limp body as Pyrrha mindlessly bounced from his thrusts, drool leaking from her mouth as she uttered the occasional moan or giggle as her mind shorted out, unable to handle the bombardment of sensation. Her glazed eyes were unfocused, unable to track onto anything as her head lolled about.

With a howl of satisfaction at his conquest of the unconquerable, Jaune finally released, spraying his seed deep within Pyrrha’s womb. Pyrrha’s fuck drunk reaction was just to giggle as she felt the warm cum flood her, sparking the occassional flash of cognition of realizing that he’d cum inside her, and the odd remembrance that her isolated Maiden life had meant she hadn’t been on birth control in years. I’m gonna be a mommy~ briefly flashed across her mind, though the thought was drowned out in cum-soaked imaginings of how Jaune was going to fuck her next. With those happy bubbles of thought occupying her brain, Pyrrha slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness.

LINE BREAK PYRRHA

“Yes, my Queen. The Maiden is ours now.”

Pyrrha knew not to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to. Jaune was talking about her and he was happy with her, a thing that made Pyrrha ecstatic as she licked his boots. She cast a glance sideways to where Weiss was licking the other, the stupid slut too addled to listen to anything and know how smug Pyrrha was being towards her. Oh well, she’d just have to shove a dildo up Weiss’s prissy butt to let her know how much better Pyrrha was doing than she was.

“Yes… and Glynda’s information is still good. They’ll start asking questions once their precious Maiden doesn’t come back, but by then, Cinder and her agents will be in place, and Beacon’s days will already be numbered.”

Jaune was talking to a floating black Grimm thing. It wasn’t one of the fun Grimm that Jaune brought into the bedroom, the kind that messed with their heads or made them all weak and silly as he used their whore bodies for his amusement. So Pyrrha generally ignored it, and whatever it had to say, instead focusing on making sure she was producing enough saliva so that Jaune knew that she was so very, very sorry for everything and that he wouldn’t have any reason to be angry with her. Glancing upwards briefly, only briefly, not wanting to be caught being disobedient, Pyrrha couldn’t help but gaze adoringly at the man he had become, the man she knew he would become one day. If only she hadn’t been so stupid, perhaps she wouldn’t be his fucktoy, but Pyrrha knew she couldn’t change the past.

She was just so glad he was such an understanding and forgiving man. The sort of man she always knew he was.