Black Gratification Part 10

“Miss Malachite, a delight to finally speak with you. I should imagine you’re familiar with my work being the ascendant faction of real Mistralian politics these days but allow me to introduce myself. I am–”

“Martin Iro,” the crime lord continued for him. “Well, ‘s what you call yerself anyway. I’d ask how y’all got this number but I’m guessin’ ya wouldn’t tell me, ain’t that right?” She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowed at the generic contact image on her scroll, the device held over her desk for her by one of her underlings. “I like to see eye-to-eye with people I work with, so ya can imagine I’m not too interested in a man who hides his face and name.”

“Come now, surely you understand my position,” the garbled voice on the scroll spoke again, entirely unruffled by being interrupted. “You positioned yourself as the head of a large organisation. One capable of fending off threats from other such organisations. I merely chose a different path. I am merely a humble middle-man. A solver of problems. One that large organisations such as yours would dearly like to get hold of for their own purposes. Would you judge me simply for acting in my own best interest?”

Yes. She would. Because he was very much correct that she wanted him to work for her exclusively or for no one at all. “Whaddya want, Consultant? Lookin’ to expand yer client base to Mistral? I’ll say this once, I ain’t interested. And if you make offers to my enemies, I got plenty of folks who’ll stop at nothin’ to put you in the ground.”

“Such hostility! I would have thought spiders, master fly-catchers, would know the adage about honey and vinegar. As it happens, no. I have no interest in involving myself in the ongoing power struggles of the Mistralian underworld. At one time it had my interest, but no longer. Your dealings are safe from me. Instead I contacted you hoping to procure your services. Or rather, in hopes of making a purchase from you.”

“Heh. Lookin’ to buy, huh?” She smirked. The Consultant had a reputation. A problem solver was a good description of him. He was expensive. Both because he was good and because he rarely needed any kind of outside assistance. So him looking to buy was fairly unique. At the least, he had gotten her interest. “Alright. Let’s hear it. What’s the mysterious Martin Iron lookin’ to buy from li’l old me?”

“The service of one of your underlings. In perpetuity.”

Malachite blinked, frowned. “Hang up,” she ordered her subordinate. With a beep, the scroll call ended.

Only for a half dozen other scrolls to start ringing. “Uhh... Boss?” one of her men sitting at a table spoke up hesitantly, holding up his own scroll with the name ‘Martin Iro’ as the contact name. And then another showed her the same. And another.

“Give it,” she grumbled. The man handed the scroll off to her assistant. She gave a nod and he answered the call.

“Well that was dreadfully rude of you. I merely answered your question.”

“You think I’d sell out one of my boys to some outsider just for a payday?”

“Hardly,” To his credit, he sounded as affronted as she felt. “And it’s a she, as it happens. Would you like to be a professional and actually hear the details this time?”

“Don’t insult me,” she warned.

“If you’ll remember, I didn’t initiate the threats and insults, Miss Malachite. If you like, I am willing to look past both of our past rudeness and start over more cordially. Do we have an accord?”

“... Sure.” The true answer was no. But if she agreed maybe he’d get on with it so she could turn him down and put this shitshow behind her.

“Excellent. Now the details, I don’t wish to purchase just any one of your people. Instead I am interested in only one. One you seem to have lost track of recently as it happens. I believe your people knew her as... Li?”

Malachite frowned. She didn’t recognise the name but she had a lot of people working for her. Her eyes flicked up to ask her assistant with a look.

He quickly muted the scroll microphone. “Low level runner. Real name was Lie Ren, daughter of one of Gao’s whores. Fled the kingdom over a month ago.”

So the girl wasn’t even important? Then why did the Consultant want her? She nodded, closing her eyes. The call was unmuted. “Take it you found her then?”

“She isn’t trying particularly hard to stay hidden. Though she is rather protected at the moment. I guarantee it would not be easy for you to reacquire her services. The cost would rather heavily outweigh the benefits.”

“And I take you at your word on that?” she asked skeptically.

“I assure you Miss Malachite, for however highly you value your word and reputation, I value mine an order of magnitude more. After all, if I were to develop a reputation of dealing in bad faith, who would ever seek my services?”

“So she’s hard to pin down, not worth much, but you came to me to buy her out from under me.”

“Of course. She may have slipped out from under your skirts but she is still yours. I wouldn’t wish to ruffle any feathers by taking her into my employ without your consent.”

The wheels turned in Malachite’s mind. She was starting to see the full picture now. It wasn’t that getting the girl back was difficult on its own. It was that Iro already had her under his thumb and this whole thing was an exercise in dotting the Ts and crossing the Is. He was ensuring the Spiders wouldn’t interfere in his business by buying her off. “Alright. Say I’m willin’ to entertain the idea. What’s your offer?” A number appeared on the screen. “Hoo, that’s a low number. Less than she earned us in a year.”

“... Miss Malachite, I was under the impression we agreed to put rudeness behind us. Please don’t insult my ability to gather information regarding a transaction before coming to negotiate.”

Smartass. “Alright then let’s call it compensation for my heartache and sufferin’. After all, I’m letting you take one o’ my babies away. Y’all wouldn’t wanna insult a grievin’ mother by not takin’ her pain seriously now.”

She could practically hear his rolling eyes. “Very well.”

The number increased significantly. Not as much as Malachite would like but a fair price for something she didn’t even have anymore. “Alright, you got yerself a deal.”

“Wonderful. A pleasure doing business with you, Miss Malachite.”

-(-)-

“Re-en!” Nora sang quietly in her ear, a familiar wake up call. “WwwwwwWAKE UP!”

“Ngh, good morning, Nora,” the Mistralian girl sighed as she sat up in bed, bags under her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping well. Even so, she had long gotten used to Nora being loud and obnoxious first thing in the morning. Even tired and irritable, endlessly bouncy Nora was a comfort.

As she rose to go through her morning routine she couldn’t help but let her mind drift to her troubles. It was a fight to not abuse her semblance for the sake of pushing it away for a while. It was the only way for her to get to sleep, her racing mind otherwise refusing to let her doze off. But making use of it just to get through the day? That was likely a step too far. Living in fear of the sword dangling over her head was one thing, numbing herself from it would be far worse.

She had thought they had gotten away. Almost out of the blue, her mother had come home to their hovel of a home. Excitedly told Lie and Nora to pack their things. That they were getting away from Mistral. She hadn’t believed it at first, not until her mother had shown her the significant sum of money she had in her possession. Not just enough for three flights for a desperate escape but enough to set themselves up at least for a short while. Long enough for An to find work. And in the meantime, the teenage girls would be able to apply for Beacon. To become huntresses just like Lie had wanted.

Her stoicism broke at that moment. Her usual emotionless facade she used to take on their difficult life shattered as she hugged her mother, crying. She new what An did for a living. She never said as much, and in turn her mother had never asked how she came home occasionally with decent amounts of money. But for An to have come home with that much, she knew her mother must have sold her dignity, even more than she already was. How strange it was, then, that while waiting to board their flight to Vale her mother had approached a stranger. A moustachioed man who smiled on seeing her in turn. They had spoken briefly, laughed and by the looks of things, exchanged contact information. There were no hard feelings between them, no resentment. She had wondered if she had truly been right in how she believed An had earned that money. Even more so when she attended her first law and procedure class to see that same man, that same cheery and charismatic man teaching the class.

Perhaps they really had simply gotten lucky. Perhaps her mother had just run across a kind soul who wished to ease her troubles. And so it hurt all the more when Lie found it would instead be she, her actions that would turn this sudden fortune to ashes.

The messages had started a week ago. Out of nowhere, her scroll received a simple three word message, ‘We see you,’ and a picture of a spider in a web. One that matched the tattoo that ran from her left shoulder to the middle of her back. She had been part of the Spiders. Not a large part. Insignificant in the grand scheme. Her job was simply to run messages or packages to different towns. Her semblance meant she was very good at it, able to avoid the Grimm completely, surviving a job meant for the expendable. If she had died on a job, no one would have cared.

But she didn’t die. She ran. And that was unacceptable. She thought she would be safe within the walls of Beacon Academy. At least long enough for her to become strong. Someone too costly to go after for a minor vendetta. But instead they had somehow found her almost immediately. She had no idea what to do. What could she do? The Spiders weren’t in Vale. As far as she’d known, they had no stake, no resources to call on in this kingdom. But if they had tracked her so far away, that meant they were determined to get her back. Whether for the sake of keeping her under their thumb or making an example of her. She didn’t know much about the inner workings of the organisation but a rule of thumb for criminal enterprises seemed to be not letting anyone leave.

And yet... All they had done was send cryptic warnings. Letting her know she hadn’t gone unnoticed. That they knew exactly where she was. It left her paranoid. Jumping at shadows. Sleepless. She refused to leave the campus to go into Vale. She was so stressed and fearful that they would come for her or someone she cared for that she was considering shutting down her emotions entirely if it could keep the worry at bay. If it could let her think clearly.

She hadn’t told her mother. Hadn’t told Nora. How could she tell them that their chance at a good life might be over and it was all her fault?

She practically sleepwalked through her classes. Thankfully that was barely a difference to her usual appearance so no one cared to call her on it. Only Nora was aware enough or familiar enough to recognise she was struggling. Even so, she never asked why, she just continued to be there always by her side. She couldn’t have asked for a better sister.

Actually, she took that back. Nora wasn’t the only one to notice. Professor Moriarty had been giving her strange looks through the entire class.

“As such, there are provisions written into the law for legally binding arrests by huntsmen and huntresses, but only in emergency circumstances. Legally, we are not law enforcement officers. We are not soldiers. We are mercenaries working strictly for the purpose of keeping the peace.” The chime signalling the end of class rang from the lecture hall speakers. “And that’s all the time we have. Next time we’ll cover the arrest procedure of huntsmen and huntresses. Remember, a 1500 word essay on the origin of the huntsman arrest authority is due next week. Miss Ren.” The dark-haired girl’s head snapped up in shock. “If I could have a word with you in private.”

“Ooooh!” Nora sat back down. “Wonder what he wants!”

The teacher’s eyebrow quirked. “In private, Miss Valkyrie.” His head turned to look to his assistant. “Velvet, we’ll go over the next lesson plan tomorrow, if that’s alright.”

“Yes, Professor,” the rabbit faunus answered dutifully, gathering her papers and leaving the classroom with the rest of the students.

The prematurely grey teacher continued to wait until Nora relented and bounced out of the door. “Is there something wrong, Professor?” Ren asked flatly.

“Why don’t you come take a seat over here,” he offered, directing her to his more comfortable chair behind his desk, which he perched himself on the corner of. “And as for if there’s something wrong, I feel I should be the one asking you that, young lady.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered, as stoic as ever save for being just a little more forceful. “There’s nothing wrong.” 

“You’ll have to forgive me for denigrating a young woman’s appearance, but those bags under your eyes tell a rather different story.” She rubbed at her eyes as if that would make the bags go away. “Are you sleeping well? I know you recently moved from Mistral. Trouble adjusting?” She stayed stubbornly silent. “My dear, I only wish to help. Our struggles aren’t meant to be shouldered alone.”

“I’ll be fine,” she answered. “Trouble adjusting. Like you said. It’ll pass.”

He very much looked like he didn’t believe her. But he chose not to press, instead sighing like... Like her father used to. “I see. If that’s all, then I’ll trust your word on it. Just know that if you ever need anything, my number is in the staff directory, alright?” He smiled. It was a smile of concern. A smile begging her to tell him what was really going on. Because he genuinely just wanted to help. Just like he had helped her family before.

“I...” She still hesitated. She didn’t want to get anyone else caught up in her mess. But it was him, or her mother. Her sister. “I’m in trouble.”

He nodded. “Let’s go to my office. We’ll have privacy there.”

-(-)-

With the right skills and the right information, anyone can be turned into putty in my hands. An Ren was easy. Moriarty just had to save her from her tragic fate and she was eager to spread her legs for him, to pour her heart out to him. And now, thanks to that, I can use the information from that encounter to ensnare Lie Ren within my own web, neatly cutting her from Malachite’s.

I listen attentively to her story. Her misdeeds committed for the sake of protecting her family of three from ending up on the street. She doesn’t cry, doesn’t break down. Her stoicism is well-practiced. A defense mechanism as much as anything else. She knows from first-hand experience that crying won’t protect you from what the world will throw at you.

“I see,” I intone solemnly, appropriately sympathetic to her terrible plight that I engineered. The Spiders have nothing to do with the messages she received over the past week. Those were all me. I considered getting the Malachite twins involved in this to lend the scheme a greater air of legitimacy but Lie Ren wouldn’t know the difference. A more complex scheme is only needed for a more savvy opponent. Otherwise it merely adds more avenues of potential failure. “And I imagine you don’t wish to go to the authorities.”

“If they’re after me now, going to the police will only make things worse.”

“True enough.” I designed the messages specifically to be vague threats and warnings. A sign that ‘they’ would be in touch. That they weren’t going to leave her be, but weren’t quite at the kidnapping her family members stage yet. “Alright. How would you like me to resolve this?”

“... I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean there are multiple ways this can play out and which one we choose will be at your discretion.” Naturally, that doesn’t clear anything up at all. “Our first option was of course the authorities. Most risk, least likely to have a good outcome. Second would be for me to inform the headmaster of your conundrum. However, he is notoriously hands-off with regard to the students and the running of the school. You would not be his first priority. Instead I’d expect him to instead find a way to use you to undermine the Spiders in some way. It may eventually lead to good things... For everyone else. But you and yours are likely to be caught in the crossfire, so to speak.”

“I...” She knows that is supposedly the correct answer. The moral answer. The self-sacrificing answer. But in reality it’s the answer no one actually wants to choose for themselves and the people they care about. She feels guilt for getting her family into this mess. The idea of getting them even deeper for the sake of someone else’s cause is probably, wait let me check, yes definitely leaving her feeling slightly ill. “I can’t do that. I’m sorry.”

“Lie,” I say her name softly, comfortingly, “I in no way mean to imply that is the path you should take. Nor is it your only other option. There are two more, both guaranteeing the safety of your family. You could simply go back to the Spiders.”

“What?!” she asks in genuine shock. “But... But they’ll–!”

“Leave the people you care for alone so long as you continue to work for them,” I finish on her behalf. “I don’t expect they would be kind on your return but you would have no further fear of reprisal for your mother or sister.”

“I...” For the first time, her facade is breaking. “I wanted to be a huntress...” She isn’t quite in tears. She already knows the third is her best option for protecting those she cares about. But it also means giving up what she feels is her calling.

And so let’s bring in the bait. “Then let’s talk about the final option.” I smile brightly at her. “Me!”

“You, Professor?” Her expression is priceless. The perfect mix of fear, desperation and hope that leads people to tragically poor life choices.

“I have contacts with various organisations. Useful things for a huntsman. I’m teaching the merits of such things to our third year students as a matter of fact.” For example, have you ever heard of this mysterious fellow called the Consultant? I hear he can accomplish quite remarkable things. Pricey, but worth it. “I can look into getting Little Miss Malachite to let you go on your way but make no mistake, it would incur great cost to me personally.”

“I can’t pay you back for that,” she admits.

“On the contrary. As you may recall of Miss Scarlatina, you wouldn’t be the first from this school I take into my direct employ. You could even stand to benefit from the arrangement in the long term, learning directly from me much like Velvet has been. We could even look into extending the arrangement even after the debt is paid if you would be amenable to it.”

Her eyes don’t light up, but she very much appears to think there is no downside to this option. She holds me in high esteem for multiple reasons, she wants to learn from me, she’s desperate, she doesn’t want to give up her ambition and she has no other options. “Can you really do it?” she asks. The only concern she has. Foolish girl.

I smile. “As I like to say of my position, I am the law and procedures professor. A class to teach students how to avoid trouble, and how to get out of it if they fail.”

“Then... Please help me.” She even bows her head. How adorable. “I’m in your debt.”

Yes. You are.

-(-)-

Lie didn’t know if she should believe her eyes. It had been only two days and yet the message on her scroll told her the professor had done what she worried was impossible.

‘You’re dead to us. You’ll stay that way so long as you stay out of our business.’

She was... Free. The Spiders were letting her go. Her family were safe. She was safe. She was safe!

It was with glee and gratitude in her heart that she knocked on the door to Professor Moriarty’s office. She barely waited for him to call her in before she was opening the door and rushing in. “They sent me another message,” she announced. “They’re letting me go.” Even saying the words aloud, they sounded unbelievable.

“That’s wonderful news,” he told her with a warm smile and a gentle chuckle. “And I should hope so too. It cost me quite a pretty penny to make it happen.”

“Right,” she nodded firmly, understanding she had a duty to pay him back. He had saved her from a horrible fate. “I swear to pay you back, no matter how long it takes.”

“I admire your dedication, Miss Ren,” the wonderful man who had saved her family twice over praised her. Praised her, when he had done all the work. “Well, no time like the present. If you could undress for me, my dear.”

The words... Didn’t make sense. She must have misheard. “Pardon?”

“I requested that you undress, Miss Ren,” he repeated. No, she hadn’t misheard. “I could assist you if you’re feeling a touch nervous.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Really? I rather thought my intentions to be quite straightforward. I purchased your exit from Little Miss Malachite’s organisation. As such, and pursuant to our agreement on Thursday, you now owe the sum I paid, to be recompensed via services rendered. Or in simpler terms, I paid for your freedom, and so you now work for me doing what I ask of you until you repay the amount.” He frowned, as if she were the one in the wrong. “Surely you understand my intentions here? Given your mother’s previous line of work you should be more than familiar with the concept.”

“My...! You...” Lie swallowed, the cold weight of obligation slowly crushing her as realisation slowly set in. “You really did sleep with her.”

“An is a lovely woman,” he openly reminisced about his time with her, right in front of her daughter. “A good woman trapped in an impossible position. I gave her more than enough to start over in Vale, but it was payment for services rendered. And a far smaller sum than you owe.”

The girl stood straighter. Defiant. Her expression cold. “I’ll tell someone. The other teachers. Professor Goodwitch.” They would never stand for this.

In response, he simply picked up his scroll and put it on speaker. “What can I do for you, James?” Glynda’s voice came through after two rings.

“Good afternoon Glynda. I have Miss Ren here, first year student? It seems she’s having second thoughts about an arrangement we had for her to work for me to repay a debt, only after I fulfilled my end of the bargain. It seems she wishes to speak to you on the matter.”

“It sounds to me like there is little to discuss. Am I on speaker?” she asked, Moriarty confirming. “Miss Ren, if you come to an agreement and the other party follows it, you should fulfil your end. It’s disappointing I need to even explain this to you.”

“He wants me to be his whore,” she responded tightly. He had so carefully not said what he wanted from her. Could he be more transparent?

“Then that is what you should be. Taking advantage of someone who offered to help you is utterly contemptible.”

“Thank you, Glynda. Apologies for the disturbance.”

He hung up the call, put his scroll down and stared at her. It was all she could do to not collapse from shock. The most severe teacher in the academy, the deputy headmistress, told her she should be a whore. What was wrong with this school?! “I... I could...” She could what? All options had been closed to her. The school didn’t care. Going to the police would mean telling them about the deal. About working for the Spiders. It would put their sights on her again only so much worse. He had put her right where he wanted her.

Well... She had one option still open. If she left right now, he appeared to have no intention to stop her. Appeared not to. But all she had to do was leave this office. Find literally anyone who would side with her and it was done. But it would be her word against his and that of Professor Goodwitch. She could get away but... She would likely need to leave. Leave Beacon. Nora would come with her. Nora would follow her anywhere. But it would mean giving up on her ambition. She wanted to be a huntress. Someone who would be there to protect people who couldn't protect themselves. The kind of person she wished was there in Kuroyuri.

“Is it really so horrific a proposition?” Moriarty asked patiently. He had been patient since she came in the door. Like he had no doubt she would give in. “Your mother did the job for years to keep you and your sister safe. It strikes me as ungrateful that you wouldn’t return the favour.”

She swallowed. “I... H... How much do I owe?” she asked. He told her and her heart sank. “I see.” It was a lot of money. She had an idea of how much prostitutes earned from how much her mother brought home. It would take a long time, perhaps even the entirety of her stay at Beacon. But it was fine. What was her pride compared to saving lives one day? She sighed, closed her eyes and let tranquillity wash over her as she shrugged off her blazer, then unfastened her skirt. Her movements were wooden, simple, functional. He didn’t seem to mind. Simply watched as she exposed more of her skin. Her tranquillity almost broke when she saw him pick up his scroll again and start taking pictures. He continued as her panties fell leaving her entirely naked before him, taking multiple shots of her naked body from multiple angles. 

“Wonderful!” he praised, running his hand down her back, tracing the pattern of her spiderweb tattoo with a finger. Her body interpreted his touch as pleasurable. Her mind and soul had no opinions on it whatsoever.

Slap!

“Ah!” she squealed, losing focus, losing control of her semblance and her emotions as his palm struck her ass.

“There we are,” he smiled proudly. “Marvellous semblance you have. It will serve you well as a huntress. But it has no place here.” She felt him move in close, his hands stroking her thighs and abdomen as his arms wrapped around her. He was still clothed. “Here, you need to learn. I promised to teach you and I will. I will teach you more about your body than you ever knew. I will teach you the heights of pleasure a woman can receive. And I will teach you how to pleasure a man in turn.” His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Are you ready for your first lesson, Lie?”

Shame welled up in her gut, but her mother did it. She could do it too. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“There’s a good girl,” he praised her again and she wished it didn’t still make her feel good. “All I want you to do for now is relax and feel.”

His hands continued to move and fondle her body as he pleased. Or at least so it seemed at first as she felt him explore her modest breasts, her legs, her hips, her thighs. She felt his lips kiss and suckle at her neck, his tongue flick at the shell of her ear. And as he had ordered, she felt. She felt the rising desire in her. The building need for more. And he continued. Her lips, her belly, her collarbone. Her legs spread as she felt his fingers trace up the front of her thigh. This was it, she knew. The first time a man would touch her there–! And instead the hand went the other way to slide over the swell of her hips. “Please!” Her eyes widened as the word escaped her lips.

“Please what, my dear?” he asked before he began kissing a trail from her neck to her shoulder.

Her eyes closed in defeat. “Please touch me there.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, as though he wasn’t priming her to beg like that. She wasn’t a fool, but she was finding herself amazed and disheartened how easily he could toy with her.

She gasped as she felt his fingers probe her soaked folds, massaging the soft flesh of her womanhood. Parted it to slide over the surface of her entrance. The touch was electric. She felt every instant of teasing all come together in one crashing wave as he finally plunged a finger into her soaked, clutching pussy. “Mmhm!” She kept her lips shut, denied her body the chance to cry out in pleasure.

He hummed in her ear. “A virgin, are we?” he asked as though it were just some curious factoid. “How fortuitous for you.”

“Wh-Why?” she asked feeling herself press harder into him her body bent around the fingers diving into her womanhood.

“A woman’s first time comes at a premium, my dear. Why I imagine we’ll be able to clear a full quarter of your debt today alone.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. But Moriarty didn’t seem to be looking for a response. His statement was merely a prelude to bending her over until she was only holding herself up by her hands on his desk. And then she felt it. A slab of meat slapping into her abdomen from below. She looked down and wished she hadn’t. “That’s your penis?!” she gasped, her stoicism fully broken at the sight of the monster that was somehow supposed to fit inside her.

“Indeed.” 

She felt it slide back under her body, felt it prod at her pussy. “Wait–!” Her teeth grit as she felt that impossible girth press heavily against her tight lower lips. Her virginal hole spreading wide for the invader. Her protest turned into a watery gurgle. And yet it still kept coming. Shoving aside whatever was in the way for the sake of getting deeper inside her. So deep it felt like her insides were more him than her.

“Congratulations, Miss Ren,” Moriarty told her, one hand resting on her back, the other on her thigh. “You are now officially a woman. And a whore.”

She panted for breath, one hand feeling at the bulge of her body’s invader. The sensations were intense. Every twitch, every slight drag of his cock inside her sent shocks through her entire body. It felt good, she couldn’t deny that no matter how terrifying and humiliating it was. Was it so terrible really? She hated being a runner too. Risking her life so horrible people could have an easier time doing horrible things. At least with this the shame came with pleasure.

And that was as far as her thoughts got before the professor felt he had given her enough time to adjust, and set about the work of showing his new whore the joy of being a cock-drunk slut. Her body rocked as she felt his monstrous member slide out then ram back in. Each one of those micro-movements that ran a shock through her body were nothing compared to that titan of cock meat dragging almost all the way out to slam right back in. She blacked out for an instant the first time, only roused by the explosive climax she experienced from the second time. Lines of drool rolled down her chin as any thoughts were wiped from her mind save for how good that cock felt inside her. She didn’t know when she started giggling. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the cock rearranging her insides. Why had she been scared? Why had she felt so ashamed? This was the best thing that ever happened to her!

“Cum...!” she spoke, letting out a string of delirious giggles, then, “Cum...!” One might have thought she was begging him to, but no, she was announcing her own orgasms as best she could.

Though Moriarty took it as instructional regardless. There was no need to hold back on her account. The heat, the sensation of being filled was unmistakable. Hot cum pouring inside her womb. Lie... Succumbed. Her mind blinked and shut down from the overwhelming sensations of her deflowering. Her hands slipped off the desk. Even so, she didn’t fall. Moriarty held her up, lifted her upper body to keep her upright as she stayed spitted on his cock.

She didn’t know what happened next. But when she woke up she couldn’t help but feel... Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. She definitely didn’t need to tell anyone else though. They wouldn’t understand.

Her memories were a haze for a short time. When she came back to full lucidity she found she was no longer alone with the professor. She was still perched on the professor's lap, his thick cock sandwiched between them. Velvet Scarlatina his assistant was naked, driving her wild as she knelt between the professor's legs happily slurping the cum out of Lie's gaping pussy. 

"Keep it up, Miss Scarlatina," the professor instructed her as he manhandled his new whore's body to point his cockhead at– Her eyes widened. That was the wrong hole! "We need to fully introduce Miss Ren to her new role."

"Yes Professor!"

"P-Professor, wait! That's the wrong–!" Her words were silenced, her breath stolen as that terrifying shaft plunged into her asshole. All she could let out was a guttural groan as her ass was slowly speared by him. She tried to pull on her semblance out of desperation but it broke immediately. The building pressure from her backdoor squeezed the remaining cum out of her pussy for Velvet to eagerly drink up before continuing to lap at her folds.

"There we are, see?" he asked smugly, stroking her cock-swollen abdomen as he held her flush against his balls. She was so full she felt like she couldn't- "Breathe, Miss Ren." She gasped weakly, shaken by the intensity of her first assfuck being from a man with an inhumanly large cock, all while a slutty faunus ate her pussy. It was too much! She hadn't done anything like this before and to so suddenly push her past her breaking point–!

He had no intention of letting her finish a single thought. He began to move, or rather, began to move her. Using her ass as a cocksleeve. Her body was a masturbatory aid now.

Yes. Yes that made sense. She had become a whore. To be used for his pleasure. Her mind faded once again, washed away in a sea of intense pain and pleasure as Professor Moriarty slowly reshaped her body and her mind to his desires.