Heart beating so hard she could hear it, Pyrrha made her way through the empty halls of Beacon. It was the middle of the night, everyone was either asleep, studying, or already long gone to hit the town, and not likely to be back for several more hours at the very least.
It was as close to empty as it could possibly get, not a single soul to be seen or heard anywhere.
Not that that did anything to help her nerves.
A message was left in her bag, one she didn't notice earlier.
They knew about Jaune, the fact that she had a crush on him, the fact that he had forged his transcripts, the fact that he was a fraud and could prove it. One word to a single teacher, it didn't matter who, and Jaune would not only be gone, his life would be ruined. He might have even gotten arrested for fraud, but at the very least he would have been expelled and his name blacklisted in every academy and likely every kingdom in the world.
It would ruin not only him, but his entire family. And with nearly a dozen sisters, his actions would have far reaching consequences for everyone around him.
She didn't know what would happen to their team if the news broke. Would they get a new member? Would the entire team be scrapped? Split up and spread out, separated from now on?
Would they all get expelled?
Ren and Nora were inseparable, what would happen to them? She had a hard time imagining the pair being kept in the same team if they were split up. And what about her endorsers? While she didn't really care about them or the money, she wasn't naive enough to think that she could continue to attend an academy without their backing. Her mother was also dependent on that money now, ever since her father passed...
It had taken her less than a minute to come to the conclusion that she could not allow Jaune to be expelled. Not only for Jaune's sake, but for everyone's. For her own sake, Ren and Nora, her mother, Jaune's family, everyone.
The letter had been straightforward and simple in delivering its ultimatum.
She was to leave her weapons in her room, and come alone to the empty courtyard closest to the woods, then...
Then she was going to follow every single order she was given. Every single one.
It was sounding like a scene from one of Blake's books, although she sincerely hoped not. Unfortunately, that was the only scenario she could possibly imagine, she had no idea what else someone would want from her, especially when they went through the effort of blackmailing her.
One thing she was certain about however, was that regardless of what was about to happen, she was not going to like it.
The sinking feeling in her gut was only worsened when she finally opened the double doors and walked out into the courtyard proper, and there, standing with the same cruel smirk on his face was none other than Cardin Winchester.
"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Next time, don't make me wait," it took all of her willpower not to run up to him and break his nose, especially with how his eyes never trailed up from her chest.
Ten minutes earlier, she had received a message from Cardin, telling her to head to the fountain in one of the courtyards around Beacon. Not bothering to completely change out of her pajamas she threw on a simple white short sleeved shirt and her shoes before heading out the door. She wasn't surprised when Cardin had messaged her just a few hours after delivering his ultimatum but she had hoped he would wait a few days before making good on his promises.
The fact that there was apparently going to be a next time only made her heart sink even further.
She would worry about that later though, after she had figured out whatever this was.
She only hoped that it wasn't what she thought it was, and Cardin's eyes definitely were not making her feel confident about that
"Alright, I'm here. Now what?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Pyrrha does her best to cover up, feeling dirty and violated just being looked at by the sleazy bastard.
She had often been told she was beautiful, and she objectively knew that she was, but she never really thought of herself that way. Cardin's lecherous gaze was making her feel naked despite still being in her school uniform, a uniform that covered more than her armor did.
Finally looking her in the eye, now that her arms were crossed over her breasts, Pyrrha somehow felt even sicker as she met his gaze, not backing down but dreading whatever was about to come out of the cruel and selfish boy's mouth.
"I want you…" his smirk turned positively evil, "to strip."
"WHAT?!"
"I'd keep it down if I were you, unless you want to give the entire campus a look at your naked tits, up to you."
Frantically looking back and forth at the many, thankfully, still dark windows, Pyrrha realized just how right Cardin was. She had yelled loud enough to startle several birds, something she didn't know she even could do, and waking up the several dozen teenagers all sleeping nearby was a real possibility. A few dozen that could easily turn into hundreds if someone decided to go and wake more, knocking over the dominoes that could ruin her image and life.
As much as she liked to think all of her peers were morally upstanding people, she just knew that at least a few would not hesitate to pull out their scrolls and record her blackmail. It would be everywhere by breakfast, then no endorser would dare touch her.
"That's more like it. Now, do exactly as I say and your precious Jaune will get to stay in the big leagues like he wants. Refuse, and he'll be expelled faster than you can blink. Now. STRIP!"
Realizing just how trapped she really was, Pyrrha does her best to glare Cardin to death, even if she feels anything but murderous.
Scared, trapped, sick, disgusted, violated, nauseous, light headed. All these things and more, but murderous was not one of them, even if she does everything she can to put up a strong front.
Shaking in rage and humiliation Pyrrha takes a deep breath to try and calm herself before reaching up to undo the buttons of her uniform blouse. One by one she hurried, hands shaking the entire time, Pyrrha just knows that Cardin sees right through the facade. He has her, and he knows it.
Apparently she wasn't moving fast enough for her blackmailer, shaking fingers not conducive to undoing multiple buttons, and Cardin had to take it upon himself to 'remind' her, what would happen if she failed to keep him happy.
As for her, she hates him now.
Even if she couldn't bring herself to show it, not even with the wolf whistle he let out as she finally managed to undo her blouse and jacket, revealing her green bra, containing her surprisingly large breasts.
Unsure what to do with the clothes she was taking off, Pyrrha simply drops them into the grass, before she kneels to undo her shoes. Removing both of them before pulling down her pants, goosebumps appearing on her skin as she struggles to ignore the chilly air, and praying that Cardin doesn't notice how it was making her nipples harden, the last thing she wanted was to give him a better view.
Soon, she was standing in the middle of the clearing in nothing but her light green bra and matching panties, trying desperately to cover herself with her arms, all while Cardin looked her up and down like a piece of meat.
The fact that she was failing spectacularly at hiding her body probably wasn't helping her.
"Well?" Raising an eyebrow, Cardin motioned towards her with his hand. "I still see clothes on you. Lose 'em."
"You… you can't be serious?!"
"Say anything I didn't tell you to one more fucking time and your boyfriend will be out on the streets before you can run back to his fraudulent ass. Now lose the fucking panties."
Wanting nothing more than for a hole to appear in the ground and on the verge of tears, Pyrrha slowly does as she was commanded, reaching back with trembling fingers to unhook the clasp of her bra.
Eyes closed as she could not bring herself to look at Cardin, she can't see him licking his lips as he watches her struggle, as annoying as it was to have to wait even longer to see her massive jugs, her struggling was making those sex mounds bounce in the most delirious ways.
The things Cardin was going to do to those fun bags over the next several months, after all, it would take a long time to make a whore as deluded as Pyrrha Nikos to come to terms with what she truly was. She wasn't a warrior, a huntress, a gladiator, or whatever delusional fantasy she had created for herself.
She, like everything, born with a gash between its legs, was that. Plain and simple. A cunt on legs, good only for taking cock and making their betters feel good, men.
And he was going to make damn sure that she made him feel very good as he drilled that into her heady, and the rest of her body as well. In every single one of her fuck holes.
Eventually, she manages to undo the clasp and slides her bra down her arms, Pyrrha immediately hates herself for finding any pleasure in this, no matter how small or mundane.
Her breasts fall down into place, her nipples already hard from the cold air, standing high and firm on her chest, not even a single hint of sag in them.
Of all the things she expected when being blackmailed into stripping for a perverted monster, she didn't think she was going to have to repress a pleased groan as she finally feels her heavy breasts fall free of their confinement.
She didn't want Cardin to think for even a second that she was getting pleasure from this, and knowing him he would think that it was all because of him, and not because carrying around thirty pounds of fat on her chest which she needed to keep confined and compressed for 12 hours a day wasn't a massively uncomfortable experience that all women hated, and that finally removing a bra at the end of the day was one of the most pleasurable and relief filled feelings in the world.
Her arms were not up to the task, and despite her efforts her large breasts were for all intents and purposes, completely bare for Cardin's lecherous gaze.
With one arm over her chest, Pyrrha takes one more deep breath and bends down to pull her panties down her long legs, quickly stepping out of them and weakly pushes them away with her foot as her hand goes to cover her womanhood, covered in her famous crimson hair.
Or at least as much as she could, her breasts were spilling out past the arm she was using to cover them and while covering her vagina she left her butt completely bare, and without knowing where Cardin was she might unintentionally be giving him the best view of her exposed body.
"Hands down. Let me inspect the goods."
Skin red with shame, anger, humiliation, Pyrrha forces her body to comply with Cardin's demands. Wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball and let the world swallow her whole as she felt him stare at her naked body, the first to ever do so, at least since she had grown out of her 'clothes bad' phase as a toddler.
Practically drooling at the sight, Cardin feels his cock harden in his pants. As much as he hated the red headed whore, she was easily one of the most gorgeous women at Beacon. Tall, slim but with wide hips, a flat stomach, large and heavy breasts that wouldn't fit in his large hands, a perfect little cunt, not to mention her exotic flaming hair, as well as her reputation…
Taking Pyrrha Nikos was going to be the experience of a lifetime.
"Your clothes, pick them up."
Inwardly wincing, Pyrrha bends down to begin picking up her discarded clothes, blouse, jacket, socks, shoes, bra, panties, and skirt, feeling Cardin's eyes on her womanhood, visible under her bubble butt as she bends at the waist.
She regretted bending over the second she did it, but simply wanted to get it over with, and as such simply remained like that until she had gathered all of her clothes, slightly wet from the grass. Holding them in front of her, she turns back towards Cardin, hoping to use them to cover at least part of her body from his sight.
Only for her to barely resist jumping back as she turns and comes face to face with Cardin, who had snuck up on her as she showed off her pussy and ass towards him.
"This won't do." He exclaimed as he tapped his finger against her pelvis, right above her virgin core, disapproval evident as he took in the tuft of crimson hair covering her. "As much as I like it, I don't want to have to deal with all this hair. Shave it off."
"Yes, sir." Her face was nearly as red as her hair, the color trailing down her body along her neck and even her chest. She wasn't sure if it was anger or shame, probably both.
Continuing his appraisal of her body he reaches up to grab her breasts, Pyrrha fights to keep her hands at her sides as he molests her. His inexperienced fingers pressed into the soft flesh too hard and too erratic to be pleasurable for her, although she doubted he cared.
Cardin struck her as the selfish lover type, who couldn't care less what his partner felt so long as he finished. The fact that he was blackmailing her into letting him molest her had all but confirmed that.
The bastard continues to grope his fill. Even going so far as to pinch and pull on her nipples, drawing a keening whine from her as her sensitive flesh was pulled taut. Something he seemed to enjoy as he did it over and over again, the ass probably enjoying drawing out the unwilling sounds from the 'invincible girl'.
A surprised gasp escaped both of them as a bit of fluid squirted out from her hard nipples. More continued to fall over Cardins fingers before he shoved them in her open mouth. Getting the liquid on her tongue before she can think to stop it.
Milk? But how could I-? I'm not pregnant! I've never been pregnant! How could I be producing milk?!
It was a question for later, the more immediate concern was the blackmailer molesting her body, rough and calloused fingers treating her poor breasts like loads of dough.
Eventually though his tugging turned to slapping, open pals coming down and striking her breasts over and over, the cold only making them sting even more, now they were red for multiple reasons. And through it all she stands stock still, staring past him and refusing to even acknowledge his presence, let alone his abuse of her chest.
Eventually he got bored, probably of her muted reactions rather than playing with her chest, and circled around behind her, grabbing two handfuls of her behind as he did so. His fingers sinking in and testing the flesh in much the same way as he did her chest, and much to her chagrin, she squeaked once again as he did so. She had been expecting it this time and still she let out that pathetic sound.
And just like her chest he begins raining blows on her bubbly rear in between his gropes, intermingling his molestation with hard smacks, he was nothing if not predictable, in that way cruel idiots were. Although he did manage to surprise her when she heard a commanding 'flex' while his hands were still full of her ass.
Not daring to disobey, she does as she is told, flexing her ass cheeks and hating the whistle he lets out as he feels her ass become hard as iron. She had figured he would hate it, that he wanted soft and pliant women so having him enjoy feeling her muscles only made her hate him more. Was there nothing she could do to get some small victory in this horrid situation?
With a final smack to her ass Cardin reaches down between her thighs, his rough fingers pushing through her hair covered folds for the first time and Pyrrha can't bring herself to not tense at the unwanted sensation. He was too rough and too sloppy to get the reaction he obviously wanted, the bastard wanting her to be wet for him, to humiliate her even more rather than a desire to bring her pleasure she suspected, but he was disappointed.
Her folds were as dry now as they had been all day, although that didn't stop him from enjoying how much she wasn't enjoying this. Even when he lost or won, and when she won she still lost. For the first time in her life, she was truly in an unwinnable situation. And to make things worse for her, her adversary was as cruel and vindictive as he was petty and pathetically horny.
"Anyone else ever touch you here, invincible girl? The truth now."
Of course he wants to know. What is it with men and their obsession with being first?
"Just- Just the O.B.G.Y.N." As much as she hated giving him the satisfaction she knew it was no use lying. Sure her hymen was broken years ago but her virgin status was, as Nora put it, 'painfully obvious', and as dumb as Cardin was she didn't think he was that dumb.
She could practically hear the smug grin on his face as he pulled his hand away, although he makes sure to trail a finger up between her rear cheeks, making sure to put just the tiniest amount of pressure on her back door.
Drawing yet another girlish squeak from her as fear threatened to overwhelm her. She had known some people used their butts for sex but she never thought she would, and she certainly never experimented there on her own. The fear that he might decide to penetrate her there had her on the verge of a panic attack.
She lets out a sigh of relief when his finger moves on, although the fear remains when he promises her that he would 'get to that later'.
Pyrrha had felt anger, shame, and humiliation when dealing with Cardin. But now, and only now, was she genuinely afraid of what he was going to do to her.
Reaching up he pulls on her ponytail, forcing her to arch her neck back painfully, Cardin looking over her shoulder and down her body as she stands ramrod straight, chest rising and falling as her breathing increases. She refuses to believe it's out of fear, it's just anger, or adrenaline.
"On your knees." He lets her go and shoves her forward as he gives her the order.
Turning to face him a shiver runs down her spine at the cruel smile on his face, her eyes falling down to the floor. Or at least that was what she intended, her eyes instead got stuck on the bulge in the front of his pants. Surely he couldn't really be that big? Could he?
Heart racing and legs shaking Pyrrha falls to her knees in front of Cardin, already knowing what was going to happen. Her lips are quivering as she comes face to crotch with what must be some sort of fake. A juvenile prank meant to get a reaction out of her. To make her more afraid. That must be it.
"Undo my zipper and pull me out. You should be able to figure out the rest."
Hands shaking Pyrhha reaches for his pants, undoing the button in front before pulling down the zipper. Trepidation overwhelming her as she slowly reaches into the hole in the front of his boxers. Stunned shock filled her as she wrapped her hand around the hard length inside. Looking up at Cardin in disbelief, Pyrrha does absolutely nothing as he smirks down at her, knowing damn well what was going through her mind as she struggles not to vomit.
"What are you waiting for, slut?"
Whether it was morbid curiosity, her body betraying her or her sexuality, Pyrrha's hands still shaking she pulls his cock out through the hole in his boxers, and actually winces as it springs forward, smacking her in the face with the same amount of force his hands did to the rest of her body.
So hot. So thick. So heavy. There was no doubt in her mind that this was real, which terrified her.
Cardin's cock looked fake; it was so big. As wide as her wrist easily and ten inches in length, Pyrrha had never thought a real person's penis could ever be so big. It wasn't something she had even thought of much before.
Worst of all, was the fact that as terrified as she was by that thing, she was also very very aroused by it.
Not enough to begin showing outward signs, but enough to startle her, as her pussy fluttered in anticipation. The sheer size of it doing all the work, and apparently overriding her hatred for the person it was attached to.
The fact that he was undoubtedly about to make her take that… thing inside her only made her predicament worse.
Before she was horrified, distraught, angry, terrified, and disgusted. Now, she was all those things and turned on, albeit only slightly, but that small part was growing slowly but surely.
She couldn't even begin to sort through the mix of emotions and conflicting feelings overwhelming her, sending her head reeling until she suddenly finds her lips pressing right against his swollen and leaking cockhead, his legs outstretched between her arms. How had she not noticed her breasts brushing against or resting on his legs?
It was a question she would ponder later, her biggest concern was the fact that she had just given her first kiss to the hard penis of a blackmailing Cardin Winchester.
And that his precum was now on her lips.
"AH!"
Darting back, or at least trying to, Pyrrha suddenly finds herself pressed harder against the very thing she had tried to escape. Cardin had grabbed her by her ponytail and forced her lips right against his scrotum, his cock resting heavy on her face as Pyrrha did nothing but whine pathetically.
Bracing her hands on Cardin's knees, Pyrrha attempts to push off and away, but her feet can't get any leverage on the wet grass, and Cardin's grip was unyielding.
It was all she could do to whine and sob as she felt his genitals continue to press into her face, violating her and ensuring that no matter what she did, she would never feel clean again.
"Open your fucking mouth, slut."
Looking up with wide eyes she does the one thing she never expected she would do. She begged.
"Please, please no. Don't make me-"
"Suck it, or it's going up your ass. Dry." Staring directly into her panicked green eyes he makes sure she knows that he will make good on his threat.
Lips trembling, Pyrrha does as ordered, and listens as she opens her mouth as wide as she can before moving it towards the head, swollen and purple and already leaking precum. Her nerves are getting the better of her as she hovers over it, hot breath washing over his length. She couldn't believe that she was being forced to suck someone's cock, let alone one this big. And for her first time? This was all just too much for her. Too much for her to handle.
Soon, Cardin groans in pleasure as her hot breath washes over the underside of his cock.
"Eyes too. I want you to look at me."
Tears had welled up but hadn't begun to fall as she forced herself to look past the cock resting on her face, burning her, towards the smug and superior smirk of the cruelest man she had ever known.
And all the while, he kept her in place, forcing his genitals hard into her skin and forcing her to inhale the musk wafting off of him.
Musk that, while originally repulsive, was growing less and less unpleasant by the second.
Burying his hand in her crimson locks, Pyrrha barely had the time to look away from the threatening cock head to the impatient look on Cardin's face before he forced her forward, ensuring she felt every inch of it as he forced her up, until her mouth was hovering right over the swollen, leaking, and red cockhead.
Several inches of cock entered her mouth all at once and pressed at the back of her throat, making her gag and sputter to the unpleasant feeling around the unnatural size of his dick.
The coughing and choking only made her throat contract and spasm around him, making him want to force even more of his length down her gullet. Which he does, using his grip on her head to force her face closer and closer to his pelvis, even as she kicked and slapped his thighs, begging him to be gentler with her.
"I feel any teeth, any at all, and I'll use one of your other holes. How many virginities do you want to lose tonight?"
"Please n- ARG!" Before she could utter another syllable, Cardin forcibly shoved her face down into his lap, forcing several inches of his dick into her mouth.
Her first instinct was to bite down, her second was to try and push off, but as she feels the massive thing push at the entrance to her throat, Pyrrha finds all strength robbed of her, and she lies limply in the wet grass as Cardin proceeds to use his grip on her hair to force her mouth up and down. The invincible girl was now nothing more than a breathing fleshlight, who was going to be spending a lot of time in the future with his cock down her throat.
Tears fell freely from her eyes as spittle exploded out past her lips and nostrils, her breasts and the lower half of her face were shining in the low light as she was forced to throat what might be the biggest cock in Beacon, it was certainly bigger than she thought possible, for a human anyway.
But as he continued to move her head up and down half his length, her lips not pursed around him, tongue not moving at all, not even breathing through her nose, it was becoming apparent that Pyrrha had no idea what she was doing.
Dumb cunt has only one job and couldn't even do that right. Useless bitch.
"Use your tongue for fucks sake, and tighten up your lips. I shouldn't have to do all the work you pathetic cunt."
Overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions swirling through her, as well the trauma of the past several minutes, Pyrrha merely does as told, pursing her lips around his length and beginning to lick at the underside of his shaft as her face was moved up and down it's length.
Her movements were clumsy, slow, and hesitant, but it was better than nothing he supposed. He would make this hot piece of tail a world class cock sucker soon enough, but first things first, he needed to ensure that Pyrrha knew just what she was now. That she truly understood her new role in life.
She was nothing more than a piece of meat for him to jerk off with, and he was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted to her, whether she liked it or now.
Although, he had no doubt that she would grow to like it soon enough, like all cunts did.
Somehow, after what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, feeling his orgasm approaching, having the most powerful huntress in training in the world nearly sobbing as she lied naked in the middle of school and sucking his cock was one hell of a power trip, Cardin forced her head all the way down, crushing her nose against his pelvis and forcing her lips to hiss the base of his cock.
Even Pyrrha's struggling as she felt her throat stretched to capacity and her access to oxygen cut off completely was half hearted. Her legs kicked weakly behind her and her hands smacked at Cardin's thighs, and she even tried to pull away, but with no leverage, she had no hope of escaping Cardin's grip.
All she could do was choke, sputter, and futile struggle to escape the dick that was making her throat bulge out obscenely, only serving to make Cardin enjoy it more.
She had fought grimm, huntsmen, terrorists, robots, and criminals for years but she had never been in half as much pain as one piece of shit ramming his fat fucking dick down her throat was causing her.
Her lungs were screaming but she could do nothing.
Massive globs of spit and precum managed to force their way out her nose and past her aching lips, ensuring her face made her look as terrible as she felt.
The power he had over this powerful woman was as arousing as her own physical beauty, and Pyrrha was a beauty who stood out in a school filled with hundreds of beautiful women. Having her choke on his dick was pure bliss.
Her vision starts to fade when Cardin finally lets her pull back. Even forcing her off his cock as she took two great lungfuls of air-... and then he forced his way back down her throat.
Grabbing her ponytail for leverage he swung her around, taking her off her knees and knocking her onto her ass as he forced her back against the fountain, Cardin going out of his way to knock her clothes into the water even if Pyrrha couldn't hear it over her own choking.
Done with the foreplay Cardin begins to truly fuck her throat, pinning her in place as his hips snap back and forth. Slamming his cock down her throat over and over, long strands of spit connecting her mouth to his cock whenever he pulls out, the strands breaking and falling all over her lap and breasts, mixing with the milk still leaking from her breasts as it headed towards her lap.
Her hands are on his thighs, trying to get him to slow down, all to no avail. Cardin fucking her face with all the ferocity and roughness he could muster, her gluteal gagging as she struggled to deal with the violation of her face music to his ears. If there was a sound more perfect than an uppity slut choking on dick he didn't know what it was.
Unfortunately, he had his limits. And given the beauty he had choking and slobbering all over his dick it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did.
So with one last final thrust he buries himself in her throat, a groan escaping him he blows his load directly into her stomach. His scroll already out and recording as her eyes widen and realization set in, her hands slapping and legs kicking as she struggles to escape, but she is pinned, no options other than to try and swallow the copious amounts of cum he was forcing into her body.
She has no hope of doing so. She had never sucked dick before, let alone one so big, and after having her face and throat so thoroughly abused she wouldn't have been able to swallow anything, let alone the tide he was emptying into her.
Cum explodes out her nostrils and past her swollen lips, adding a new layer of humiliation and torment to her already nightmarish experience.
The salty taste of the thick fluid made her want to retch just as much as the bitter sweaty cock she was forced to swallow did. And despite her torment, or because of it, Cardin seemed to be having the time of his life. His cock throbbing as he emptied his balls into the strongest person at Beacon.
Pulling out suddenly, Cardin steps away, letting her double over as she coughs and sputters, finally getting air into her lungs.
When Cardin finally lets her up, she assumes the worst is over.
She was wrong.
No sooner than she was let up, she was gasping desperately for air, only to begin choking anew as Cardin began to blow his remaining load all over her face, and right into her mouth and down her throat.
Choking on cum rather than cock now, Pyrrha couldn't even double over as she tried to expel the unwanted substance from her throat, Cardin's grip on her hair keeping her face aimed right at the dick exploding all over her face.
Warm, thick, and copious beyond belief. Pyrrha had heard some girls talk about this, a 'facial' she believed it was called, but Pyrrha had never thought she would ever let it happen to her. The whole thing sounded degrading and shameful, not to mention disgusting.
But she didn't have a choice, not anymore. And as Cardin's orgasm finally ended, Pyrrha was unrecognizable under the wet mask of spit and cum that coated her face.
Eyelashes glues shut, lips swollen, nostrils covered so that she blew cum bubbles when she tried to breath through her nose, from chin to hair, no part of her face wasn't marred by the foul substance.
But worse than simply feeling it on her, was the smell. Ever present and inescapable, she didn't think she would ever manage to forget the foul stench.
She collapses onto her stomach, the concrete beneath her feeling like sandpaper on her skin, but she doesn't have the strength to hold herself up now. Her mouth simply stayed open as she drooled spit and cum onto the floor.
Cardin kicks her legs apart, taking pictures of her noticeable wet and swollen pussy, the fact that she did get aroused during that not lost on him, even if it was on her.
Even behind her cum glued shut eyes, Pyrrha recognizes the flash of a scroll taking photos, but at this point she was too exhausted to care.
"Not bad, but you're going to have to learn to do a lot better if you want to keep your 'leader' safe," Cardin pushed her to the side before snapping a few more pictures of her holes and freshly fucked face he tucks himself back into his pants. "See you soon slut, and next time, don't make me wait."
Pyrrha can't summon the strength to retort, simply lying naked in the grass with her cum mask hardening on her skin as she tries to come to terms with what had just happened.
She's naked, tired, exhausted, and violated in ways she had never imagined.
It takes far more effort than it should to even roll over and begin looking for her clothes, hands wildly combing through the grass for any fabric she could use to clean herself off, and cover herself off before she takes a shower hot enough to burn off all her skin.
After several moments she sighs in relief as she feels soft, if wet, cotton touch her hand. Her relief turns to exhausted acceptance as after several moments she fails to find another.
Picking it up and feeling the fabric with her hands, Pyrrha sighs as she realizes what it was, although she had known as soon as she realized it was the only article of clothing left for her.
Her green panties, Cardin had taken everything else.
The realization somehow makes her even more exhausted, and left with little choice, Pyrrha uses the panties to wipe the cum away from her eyes, although leaves the rest in place. She needed to see after all.
Too tired to care about how uncomfortable it was, Pyrrha slides the now cum covered panties up her legs until they covered her pussy and ass, and rises to her feet, slowly making her way back to her dorm and praying that nobody saw her.
Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, wearing nothing but cum and panties as she made her way through the halls of Beacon, nobody would have any doubt what had happened to her. Her thousand mile stare letting any who saw know that she had not been a willing participant.
But despite everything, the only thing Pyrrha wanted was to go to sleep and forget all of this ever happened.
Maybe tomorrow she would wake, and all of this would be just a bad dream, dreams filled with memories of the violation she experienced the night before.
A girl could hope.
She never even noticed the trail of fluids leaking down her inner thighs and onto the floor behind her.