It was a hot evening, typical for those long summer nights in Vacuo. A humid air, a warm breeze, a marine blue sky. It was the natural climate for the snooty billionaires who had built their mansions up along the western coast. Children of fortune who now spent their time throwing lavish parties. Parading trophy wife's and celebrities while making sure to spend their money in the most extravagantly pointless ways.

Cinder was walking through one such ballroom of opulence, amidst the kind of civilized mayhem that was permitted, occasionally sipping her rosé wine. With only the most sparse and meticulous movements, she made sure to survey the entire room.

These were playgrounds for the rich, but hunting fields for the wicked. The night was full of the meek and vulnerable. The prey for the strong and malicious.

She mused about many sorts of opportunities, naïve dimwits, drooling along her steps. Loads of easy kills, but tonight she had a target. Just one-person worthy enough to hunt and conquer. Currently walking aimlessly around. Alone.

Her long dress- red crimson, matched her long hair- red scarlet. Her eyes were emerald, deep and clear with a hint of despair. She seemed lost amidst all these people, an arena so different from all those prior. She walked with elegance, moved gracefully. Carefully practiced. Pyrrha Nikos did in many ways not belong here, she was a champion but now shy and introvert.

She was prey in Cinders eyes. Weak vulnerable prey.

"Excuse me, you're Pyrrha Nikos? Correct?". Cinder stepped forward, introducing herself. Strong, confident, aware of just what an effect she must have. Nature just happened to have given her both body and soul that made her work easy.

"Yes. And you're eh… Cinder. We met back at Beacon during the tournament." Cinder was taken aback by being remembered. She could not recall if they had ever conversed back then, but it didn't matter. All that mattered now was- "By the way, I was looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?"

"Ehh." Cinder stopped for a moment. This was not normally the first thing people asked her. Normally they were supposed to immediately forget every partner or spouse they had ever had, but in this case! To do this! To mention HIM!

"He is over there." Cinder pointed towards the side.

Jaune was standing some feet away, already having becomes the center of mockery from a bunch of high-class ladies. Surrounded by their smirks, the blonde was still just confined to making a fool of himself.

That scruffy, moronic, sack of lanky uselessness!

The scene made her stomach churn in pure cringe, and she could understand Pyrrha was feeling something similar by the look on her face. She was made for something better, even if she didn't know it herself.

It is a shame really, but it is so difficult to resist.

"It looks like he is entertained". Cinder began to probe.

"Eh-hmm," Pyrrha answered, still focused on what was going on with her boyfriend.

"It must be a shame for a person like you to be left out like that".

"Hmm."

"Perhaps you could try to consider more important things now- while he is pre-occupied?" Cinder took a step forward, blocking Pyrrha's view.

"What are you talking about". Her tone was sharp and clear. For the first time, Pyrrha took a firm interest in the conversation.

"I'm saying you should not waste your time. You have spent too much time with people beneath you, while ignoring superior advantages. Yet there are still remains many options for changing it for the better." She leaned forward, one hand surreptitiously stroking along her hip. "I hope you understand".

For a moment Pyrrha was without an expression on her face, but just one void stare. before she cleared up, replacing it all with a smile. "I think I do."

Cinder was now skipping through one of the mansion's most completely desolate halls. Merrily ego tripping all the way, but this was after all the best part of it. How she loved what she did. Loving destroying, loving betraying. When she was done with Pyrrha she would not just have ruined her current relationship, but also her public persona, and, hopefully, all her sponsorships and legates would go down the drain as well.

It was almost too easy. Perhaps she should actually try to plan for a challenge next time? She could need the practice anyway.

Pyrrha had given her directions to some apartments, located deep within the heart of the mansion. Cinder easily navigated the silent halls until she found the actual room.

Inside was a spacious interior with a blue tiled floor and high to the ceiling, a kind of ornament Moroccan style in a minimal breezy design. At one end where a set of large French doors, leading out to a balcony, and at the other end where a large walk-in closet. A door leading out to the bathroom next to it.

Nothing else really, except for the king-sized centerpiece of the room. A solid rococo style piece of furniture.

Cinder first brushed her hands over the ultra-soft sheets. Perfect. she would enjoy fucking the membrane out of the redhead here.

She slowly began stripping out of her black evening gown. Beneath it, she had opted for a black lace bra and panties matching both fabric and pattern. Fitted perfectly for her ample curves.

She also kept the black fishnet stockings on, it was always fun to make a show of pulling them off.

Then she dropped down on the bed.

Only a few seconds and she would be there.

Only a few moments later she could hear her.

She was running down the hall. Not very quietly either.

This made Cinder nervous.

She was not alone.

She could hear her talking loudly.

He answered her.

HE was there.

That bitch.

Was she double-crossing her?

Impossible.

They were getting closer. Everything would be ruined if he saw her. Acting more than thinking, Cinder hurried to pick up her dress, and threw it inside the closet. Then she thought some more and hid in there as well.

Only a second later, the door flew up. Jaune was carrying Pyrrha in his arms, as she was hatched unto him with her legs around his waist. Both grossly clinging to each other, continuing their most vulgar approach to kissing. Incessantly deepthroating each other with their tongues while stepping blindly around the room.

The bitch really did double-cross her. It would really be very upsetting if it was not so… fascinating… to watch…

Cinder pushed the door ajar and peeked at them through the narrow gap. Adapt and- improvise. She was going to get some dirt on her, no matter what!

Also… to see them here was- something entirely new.

Jaune was so unlike what she would have expected. If she didn't know better, she would say it looked like he was taking the lead.

"That's enough bitch!" Jaune's spoke very harshly, a tone that somehow came naturally to him despite everything. Then he suddenly dropped Pyrrha down on the floor. Cinder flinched, but luckily, she landed on her feet.

"You know what to do."

"Yes, champion." Pyrrha spook, in turn with an uncharacteristically sweet voice. Obviously for the role. She began to unbuckle his belt, while he hurried to throw away both his shirt and jacket.

Thoroughly unbecoming of her.

The pants fell, and Pyrrha had her fingers on his boxers.

Cinder began to press closer forward, perhaps a bit careless, but they were too occupied to really notice anything else. She could feel something was not as it was supposed to be. Pyrrha drew out the moment, only stroking along the fabric.

"What's the matter? I know this isn't the first time I asked you to handle something like this, why do you have to take so long!"

"I'm sorry… It's just every time… it's so big…"

Big? Cinder thought. How "big" could that possibly be. It is not like she had never seen a well-endowment before, but imagining-

She did not have to imagine it, for Pyrrha then pulled his boxers away in one move, revealing what was not just "big", but more like, "huge", like VERY "huge". Like probably the very hugest she had ever seen.

Even from a distance the sight of Jaune's engorged meat piece flopping out of his pants, was an almost enchanting sight.

The trunk, not even completely erect, fell just before Pyrrha's wide eyes. Hanging tantalizingly close right in front of her. Enamored as always, she took her hands to the thick shaft and began to caress it. It seemed to like it very much. It began to throb slightly and then slowly raised up above her head.

She began to pump faster. Jaune released a low groan in return. Cinder could feel part of herself wanting.

It was difficult to deny it, but this was somehow turning her on.

Pyrrha moved her head forwards, ready to service him as requested, but he stopped her, pulling her away.

"Where's that dark haired one you were talking to?" Jaune suddenly asked.

"I dunno- Why would you wanna know that?" Pyrrha looked up at him, clearly disappointed that he interrupted the most important part.

"Perhaps I wanted to taste an appetizer beforehand." Jaune replied, uncharacteristically coy.

For a second, Cinder's mind was corrupted. The images of her being fucked by that thing- being used and fucked until she was nothing more than a broken toy. Images that were horrifying, yet... conjoined with many confusing emotions.

Pyrrha raised up and slapped him, and it was not gentle. Her hand square against his face. It was followed by a moment of silence, untranslatable to any emotion. Then he grabbed her. He took the amazon goddess up in his arms, swung her above his shoulders before throwing her down on the bed. Not gentle either.

Pyrrha was laughing hysterically the whole way through.

Jaune jumped up right behind her, unzipping the dress. Assisting her with undressing all and every inch of her until she laid bare in only some marron lingerie.

He pressed his palm flat against her rear, perhaps cursing to himself as he did it. Cinder could not really hear.

"Master, are you gonna punish me now?" Pyrrha bit her lip, only just bearing the anticipation.

"If you're ready for it."

"I am master"- Pyrrha did not even finish the sentence before Jaune slapped her with a lot more force than necessary. She whined, but not disheartened. The tune somehow turned into a mewl as the shock subsided.

He raised her up on against his pelvis. Pyrrha could hardly wait for a second more, she needed to have his fat cock inside her, and Jaune was more than glad to relieve her.

"You better make it worth it".

He then slammed every inch of his cock into her. Cinder could see how each part of him changed her entire demeanor, as his cock impaled her deeper and deeper. From the coy pleasure of the teasing beginning, to the lustful joy of being drilled, to the broken-down screams and tremors as he stuffed her to the hilt.

While she wails and bites the sheets, Jaune just looks down at her with such a shit-eating grin. No pity for this whore. He rejects only to thrust into her again, faster. Repeating, building up momentum. Fucking her thoroughly.

For the first time since never, Cinder was lost. She just watches Jaune break Pyrrha apart in front of her. The gladiator, the champion, the drooling screaming mess on the bed. She leaned closer, pushing against the door. Her hands touching her thighs, reminding her she was naked. Her hands trailing upwards, reminding her she was horny.

Gingerly, she laid a finger against herself. The arousal and need overflowing her.

Jaune had already set a pace that would be impossible to keep up for more than a minute. His hips ramming against her at an incredible speed, but it did not seem like he was nearing fatigue, on the contrary. Each time it seemed like he had reached the limit for his stamina, he would pick up the pace, slap the shit out of Pyrrha and continue.

"Goddam it, you stupid bitch! I can hardly walk alone for more than a second before you come crawling to me, begging to be dicked." Jaune hammered his palm against her ass again. Pyrrha yelped in pain, but loved it all the while. She was practically drooling at this point. Everything Jaune did to her was perfect. If he broke her or pleasured her, it was all the same.

"I'm sorry, c-c-champion". She said so subservient, so faint, so utterly worthless. It was almost funny to see someone like Pyrrha, being dominated by someone so inferior to her. Something so profane. Revealing just how feeble and weak she truly was. "I'm so sorry… daddy." And yet, so… inexplicable infatuating.

"you better be ready to make up for it." Jaune grunted. He looked down at her contorted body and smiled. She moaned, shouted and begged. Louder and louder. Jaune plowed her like a merciless machine.

Their motions in perfect sync, but Jaune craved more. He moved like a wild beast, seemingly just to see how much she could take before breaking down. Pyrrha had no objections, but seemed to crave it, all of it. She pleased him in every way possible, only for him to reject it with his insatiable demands. She was there to be the slave of his every move.

Then one especially loud scream emitted from Pyrrha, where after she became much quieter and her body went sort of limp.

"Damn, you didn't last long this time." She didn't answer him. "Do you still want your reward?" She managed to nod a few times.

Jaune got up, taking his meat in his hands, he stood just above Pyrrha. He began pumping it again. Perhaps it took a lot of energy to make it cum? It looked heavy too, like he had troubles even getting his hand around it-

Then it suddenly erupted with loads of white streams of goo spraying directly on her face, coating most of her head with white sticky sperm.

Pyrrha licked her lips, savoring the salty substance.

"You like it slut?"

"I love it, daddy."

Cinder stepped backwards. Pressing her back against some coats and dresses. She can feel the cold substance on her hands. Her mind does not even try to comprehend what just transpired. It is all too much. She would have to wait now.

Jaune went into the bathroom and comes back with some towels.

It looked like it was time for some "aftercare". Cinder shuddered. She would have to stay hidden for however long this would take.

Jaune pulls the sheets over them. Holding her tight as the little spoon.

"Was it just like you wanted?" He asked, a lot more gently. It looked like he was back to being the soft oaf boy.

"It was Jaune- It was beautiful." Pyrrha answers. Cinder thought she glanced towards her for a second, but it was such a fast movement. She could not be sure.

They were silent for a short bit. Jaune looks like he is about ready to settle in for the night, but then Pyrrha begins to stir.

"What about that blonde girl and her friend you were talking to earlier?" Pyrrha asks turning to face him.

"What about them?" Jaune mumbles.

"Well, I just thought, since you were such a good boy tonight, I thought I might reward you with a treat, or two."

"What?"- Jaune sounds, surprised, shocked even. Pyrrha leans forward and gives him a quick peck on the mouth. "But let's get cleaned up properly first." Together they got dressed and hurried out. Untirred, unbeaten. Back into the night and presumably unto more debauchers' quests.

Cinder releases one long sigh. Finally, she could breathe again.

Stepping out from the cramped closet into the fresh air of the bedroom, was almost another relief in itself. Hopefully, there would still be time to clean up before they came back. Finding the bathroom she begins washing her hands. Though the goo comes off, she wonders if she would ever be clean. This would probably be the worst thing she has ever done in the life as a professional blackmailer.

Next. A shock goes through. Turning towards the door, the Schnee heiress stands before her.

Cinder had not heard her or seen her, but suddenly Weiss is there. In front of her. Looking at her. Looking at her naked body. Looking at her covering up her sinful deeds- Even with the same amount of shock and disbelief on her face.

"What are you doing here!" Cinder shrieks, jumping back a couple of feet.

"What are YOU doing here! this is MY room!" The heiress shrieks back just as loudly.

They look at each other for just a short moment, thinking. Figuring it out. It is not that complicated but neither wanted to reveal themselves. Then Cinder speaks the final words.

"We'll never speak of this EVER again!"