She had lost count of how many times she had been forced into this position.
Not this position exactly, but forced to meet Cardin somewhere so that he could make her suck his dick only for him to blow his load all over her face or down her throat. Once even all over her still clothed chest, forcing her to walk around with her uniform blouse covered in cum.
Ever since their first time a little over a month ago, Cardin hadn't gone a single day without getting his dick sucked by her at least once, often multiple times.
By now the taste of his cock and cum were practically ever present in her mouth, the bitter taste still not pleasant but she had long since gotten used to it.
By far the worst of it were his balls, which seemed to always be covered in sweat and by far the muskiest part of his body. And Cardin just loved having her suckle on them, pulling one into her mouth with her soft 'cock sucking' lips and rolling it around on her tongue.
She would have been appalled by how quickly this had become normal for her if she wasn't so damned tired all the time. The emotional and mental toll far worse than the physical, by several degrees of magnitude.
By the end of the second week, Cardin was beginning to make other demands. Not of her body (of which she was eternally thankful), but of her.
He was dictating what she wore, causing her to go out and spend her own money on items she didn't have. Her underwear had gone from plain and pedestrian to risque, overly expensive, and slutty.
She still wasn't used to the feeling of having what was essentially just a single strand of cloth wedged between her butt cheeks, despite it being her norm now.
Which was how she ended up in her current predicament, alone with Cardin in an empty dorm room wearing a sun dress of all things, and lingerie that was far too expensive for how little there was. Her hair was down, cascading down her back and her makeup was subtle but purposely placed to soften her features.
All in all, she looked like the innocent girl next door. Someone a village would be proud of, their resident beauty, who's looks were only matched by her kind heart.
Just ripe for despoiling and assaulting.
Cardin sat like a king in the large chair he must have brought himself, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was openly rubbing his still clothed crotch as he leered at her.
And to think, just a few short weeks ago, such an act would have disgusted and appalled her. Now, she felt absolutely nothing and merely sighed in resignation. Time to get this over with, she supposed.
Lifting her hands, and forcing a soft (shy, even) smile on her face, Pyrrha can feel her cheeks begin to redden just the slightest bit, as she slowly pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Batting her eyelashes as Cardin even as she wanted nothing more than to drive one of the heels of her shoe through his smirking face, Pyrrha forces herself to continue putting on her show. Cardin had ensured that if she failed to perform convincingly, he would not only have Jaune expelled, but release every single picture, video, and recording he had taken of her, and forced her to take of herself for him.
He had at least a dozen hours of her masturbating on his scroll by now, and as much as she was ashamed of it, she had really truly cum every single time.
She had tried to fake it, but her body had other ideas, and she had not only cum, but cum hard enough to douse her scroll in her fluids.
THAT was not something she had known a woman could do, but as she was quickly learning, it was something she did whenever Cardin forced her to bring herself to completion.
Oddly enough, it never occurred when she had simply… taken care of herself in the past, nor whenever she was doing it for herself rather than Cardin. Not that that was often, she had only rarely touched herself, and since starting this… arrangement, she had only dared twice. Both had been subdued, quiet, and barely pleasurable affairs. Nothing like the explosive and embarrassing messes when she was on the camera.
Failing to have her mess cleaned up before Nora had returned was still the most mortifying experience of her life. And with the smell in the dorm, there had been no way she could claim it was just water.
At least the bubbly girl hadn't brought it up since, even if she was 'proud of her favorite redhead'. Pyrrha still hadn't found the lace panties she had worn that day.
Still doing her best to look innocent and naive, Pyrrha pushes the dress down her chest, exposing her large breasts in her half cup bra. The massive mounds practically spilling out of it already, her nipples half exposed and one deep breath away from escaping the confinement of what was essentially just an overpriced strap with barely there cups.
Cardin enjoyed the view at least, licking his lips and rubbing his crotch even harder as she exposed her breasts and stomach, although he didn't care about the latter.
The fabric comes to rest over her wide hips, threatening to drop lower but remaining in place, although the straps of her g-string were now visible.
She had no idea why he made her go through so much effort to look like a sweet and innocent girl only to wear the underwear of a stripper.
The fact that she didn't care was not comforting. How quickly her distress, anger, and fear had devolved into utter apathy at her situation and everything about it would have been concerning if she could have brought herself to actually care about it.
Pushing the dress the rest of the way over her hips, it falls to the floor in a heap. Stepping out of the pile of cloth, Cardin once again get's to look on her effectively naked body. Her bra was little more than a strap that didn't even cover half of them and her underwear was no better. A few thin strings with the tiniest triangle of cloth that didn't even cover her mound, instead being wedged up between her outer lips painfully.
The pressure it applied on her clit, even still in it's hood, had been as distracting as it had been unwelcome. And right now she was feeling the full effect, a light sheen of fluid coating her inner thighs, and as much as she would have preferred it, they both knew it wasn't sweat.
Tilting her head down so that she was shyly smiling at Cardin past her eyelashes and bangs, Pyrrha reaches behind to undo the clasp of her belt masquerading as a bra. The clasp comes undone easily and Pyrrha can't summon the strength to repress the sigh of pleasure she lets out as her breasts are finally released from their confinement, the damn thing had been crushing what little of them it did actually hide. Uncomfortable, overpriced, and unsupportive. It was easily the worst bra she had ever worn or owned. Why in the world were these things so popular.
Her hands dart around right before the fabric falls, keeping her breasts hidden (or as much as they could be in little more than a sash), and she forces herself to smile coyly as Cardin as he begins to undo his pants.
The message was clear. Play time was ending soon, she was going to have to actually work.
She hated the fact that the only thing she felt was annoyed. Not at the fact that she was going to have to suck his dick, but because she had to do all of this just to get to the place she was in every single day.
To think, a month ago she would have blushed, gawked, and run off at the very idea of taking a man's penis, any mans, into her mouth. Now she was irritated that she ahd to dress up and act for a bastard before simply doing the deed.
Turning around, Pyrrha shows of the entirety of her 'fat ass' to Cardin, the only sign that she was wearing anything at all was the two paper thin strings of fabric rounding her hips before being swallowed by her plump rear.
Holding out one hand, Pyrrha dangles her bra for a second before looking over her shoulder at Cardin, smiling coyly before dropping it.
A little shashay of her hips later and her hands were on her g-string. As much as she wanted to simply remove the uncomfortable strip of cloth, she forces herself to endure a few moments longer, playing with the straps over her hips as she shows off her ass for the man she can't even summon the energy to hate anymore.
With her back towards Cardin, Pyrrha bends over as she slowly tugs the damned thing down her long legs, glad that she doesn't have to see the look on his face as he enjoys the sight of her most private and sacred places.
It's not until she goes to straighten her back and stand up again that she realizes that this is not going to be like their previous… encounters.
Cardin had made her dress up before, even made her pretend to be something she wasn't. But one thing was always the same, it ended with her taking his dick in her mouth and down her throat, with is load either sitting in her belly or on her skin, most often both.
This time, it was not her mouth he wanted.
"What- get off me!" Finding her arms suddenly wrenched back and held at the small of her back as she was shoved face first into the wall, pinned by Cardin's mass as he began to rub his cock not only on but between her plump ass cheeks.
For the first time in weeks, Pyrrha actually tries to escape from this sexual hell she had been blackmailed into.
The words that come out of Cardin's mouth scare her for the first time in what felt like forever.
"I'm not interested in your mouth today cunt. I'm gonna make a woman out of you."
Cardin was ready for the sudden struggling.
Terrified at the prospect of having him somewhere other than her mouth, Pyrrha does her best to escape the iron grip around her wrists. Yelling out and even screaming for help as she realizes that she is about to lose her virginity. She was going to be raped.
No one came to save her. And not even her prodigious strength and skill could save her now, not when she was so mentally and physically exhausted. The best she could do was put on a token resistance as she was half dragged towards the mattress in the center of the room.
Cardin had thrown her onto it, chuckling as he watches her naked body bounce lightly before Pyrrha does the unthinkable.
She tries to run.
No longer concerned with the blackmail or her reputation, her instincts have taken over, and the only thing they were interested in was avoiding the fate that was crashing down on her.
Rolling onto her stomach. Pyrrha tries to crawl up the bed, there was nothing there to escape to, but it was away from Cardin and that was enough for her frenzied mind.
A hand wraps around her ankle and drags her back, soon leaving her with her knees on the floor and her face and chest pressed into the bed.
Stepping forward so that her legs were between his, Cardin keeps Pyrrha pinned with on hand on her head as he lines himself up with the other.
Pyrrha feels the swollen and hot cock head push between her legs and against her entrance as despair overtakes her flight instinct.
She had lost. There was no escape. And all she could do was sob as she felt him push forward, past her outer labia to the tight ring of muscle around her entrance, and past it. Pushing into her vagina and taking her innocence once and for all.
Eyes clenches shut and her legs failing to find purchase on the floor as she tried to push away from the thick cock robbing her of her virginity.
"Don't know what you were making a big deal about, you're as wet the fucking ocean down here." Hissing through clenched teeth, Cardin continued to push forward, only slightly exxagerating to break Pyrrha down even more. She was wet, not drenched or dripping, but wet enough that he could continue to bury most of his cock into her tight cunt without too much trouble.
And she was getting wetter by the second.
The fact that her clit was being pressed right against the rough edge of the mattress had nothing to do with that though, nope. It was all him. All ten inches of his cock and her own instinctual desire and need to fulfill her purpose in life. Taking cock and cum from any man with the balls to take what he wanted.
Namely, her near painfully tight cunt. She was definitely a virgin, and years of hard training and combat experience had only made her muscles even stronger, her inner walls clamping down on him so tightly he was worried she might actually snap his dick off.
If anyone could have pulled off such a feat, it would be the invincible girl.
But with her pitiful kicking, whining and crying as he finally hilted himself in her tight and hot pussy, Cardin knew that even Pyrrha Nikos was just as weak, stupid, and pathetic as any other cunt when put in her place.
Taking a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of her cunt wrapped around him, inner muscles rippling as her body tried to push out the unwanted invader, Cardin felt himself struggling to hold back his own orgasm already.
From the strip tease, to the struggle, to the physical sensations of having this hot piece of ass wrapped around his dick like a cheap whore… it was easily the hottest experience of his life.
And hers, even if she wouldn't admit it, not even to herself.
The quim that was leaking down her thighs was evidence enough of her enjoyment, even if she continued to futilely try to claw her way away and cry.
Placing both his hands on her shoulders to keep her in place, Cardin began to pull back slowly, not out of mercy for the whore who's virginity he had just taken (at least her hymen was gone, the only fluids he wanted to feel on his dick were her cunt juices, not blood) but out of necessity. The damned slut was so tight that he was going to have to loosen her up before he could put her through her paces.
Or was he?
As soon as only the tip remained inside the sniveling redhead, Cardin slammed his hips forward. Burying all ten inches into her woefully unprepared hole as she let out the most beautiful scream Cardin had ever heard.
Any resistance or strength that remained in her abused, violated, and exhausted body was stolen from her in that instant. Pyrrha going limp as she gives up and and all hope, eyes glazing over as she simply feels Cardin thrust away into her.
The only sounds she makes are pained grunts every now and then, her body making them without her conscious mind. Everything felt far away, the disgust, terror, despair, the pain, the pleasure-
Not that she felt any pleasure! She was being raped!
Forced to dress up and put on a strip show for an absolute bastard of a man before he forced himself on her! There was no way she was enjoying this despicable violation! The feeling of powerlessness, of being weak and stupid and completely at someone elses mercy. Of being unable to protect herself from someone stronger with a thick dick that she had slobbered over every day for the past month and touched herself in the late hours of the night thinking about…
She was not enjoying this!
Eyes going wide as her mind suddenly returns to the present, and her horrific circumstances, Pyrrha realizes what was really happening. The tightness in her belly, the pounding in her clit, the rippling of her inner muscles…
She recognized it all… the exact same things that happened when she was about to… cum, when playing with herself.
No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no… NO!!!!!
She wasn't enjoying this! She wasn't going to orgasm! She wasn't enjoying this! She wasn't going to orgasm!
SHE WAS NOT GOING TO CUM WHILE BEING RAPED!!!!
For the second time in her life, and the first time at another's hand, although far from the last, Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, the poster girl for the next generation of huntresses and a world renowned fighter and champion, squirts. All over the cock of the man pinning her down and fucking her against her will.
Cardin changed his mind. THIS, was the most beautiful scream he had ever heard.
Feeling Pyrrha cum all over his cock, despite her efforts not to, pushes Cardin over the edge. Hilting himself inside her one last time, Cardin blows his load as deep into her cunt as possible.
Her mind in the clouds, Pyrrha doesn't realize what was happening to her, everything felt far away and far to close at once. Coherent thought was impossible, all she knew was what she felt.
And through the haze of otherworldly and mind blowing pleasure she is only dimly aware of the warm fluid flooding her gushing pussy, even if she doesn't have a clue what it was or means. Only that it sends her over the edge a second time. Or perhaps it was simply a continuation of the first, she didn't know or care. All she knew was how amazing she felt, and that she wanted to feel this way forever.
Forever.
His orgasm ended, Cardin pulls his cock out of the slightly gaping cunt he had just deflowered. Pulling out his scroll to take a few photos' of Pyrrha's freshly fucked cunt, swollen, red, and leaking cum already. There was no doubt what had just happened to her, and with the way her thighs continued to twitch, there was no doubt that she enjoyed it, no matter what she had said earlier or might say later.
Picking up the g-string and half bra Pyrrha had discarded, Cardin uses them to clean his cock of the remnants of his orgasm and of his slut's juices. Tossing the now cum stained bra onto Pyrrha's sweaty head (ensuring that she would have to walk all the way back to her dorm smelling of sex and coated in both of their fluids) before turning her head to the side and stuffing the g-string in her open and drooling mouth.
Few photos later and Cardin was tucking himself back in his pants and taking off, leaving Pyrrha there, broken and cumming from being raped like the pathetic cunt she was.
An hour later, Pyrrha slowly regains her senses, at first confused as to where she was or what was going on.
It's the pain between her legs that brings everything rushing back to her, her mind suddenly becoming alert to everything. From the stickiness between her legs to the unbearable pain, to the taste of cum and fabric on her tongue, to just how slick with sweat and gross she felt.
The realization that she had just had the biggest orgasm of her life from being raped.
Overwhelmed and exhausted, Pyrrha climbs onto the mattress and rolls onto her side, hugging her knees to her chest as she lets herself openly cry, for the first time since she had been forced into this hell.
And despite it all, the realization that she had cum, and cum hard, so fucking hard, while being raped tore away at her mind.
Not wanting to feel like the piece of meat she had been used as for so long now, not wanting to feel anything anymore, Pyrrha doesn't even realize her hand is moving between her legs until a jolt of pleasure that was almost painful shoots up her spine.
But despite that, Pyrrha can't bring herself to stop. Anything was better than the soul crushing despair she felt, vile and disgusting… maybe she deserved this.
Desperate to avoid any thoughts or feelings, Pyrrha Nikos, the strongest and most skilled huntress of her generation, inserts two fingers into her freshly raped cunt. Sobs turning into gasps as she allows her fingers to bring her to the heights of pleasure once more, the taste of cum and her own cunt still on her tongue.
Palm rubbing hard on her clit, Pyrrha desperately tries to bring herself to another mind numbing orgasm, and then another. And then another. And another.
Anything to avoid the pains of her reality. Anything.
And now? Cumming was so, so, so easy.
She would spend all night in that empty dorm, cumming over and over.