Salem lounged on her throne, a dissatisfied scowl on her face, even as one of her pet Huntresses lavished attention on her cock, licking and stroking it with skill born from a great deal of practice. Normally, Salem was content to live in the moment, taking pleasure wherever she pleased, whenever she wanted it. However, this new game she was playing…it was fun to shake things up, to break the routine, but nothing had happened yet. The Grimm’s Mistress was getting antsy.

For a long, long moment, she wondered if she hadn’t provided enough incentive. Perhaps she should go get Summer again? She could always spend a few hours or days working her over, then send a picture to the old scroll that she’d given the little Rose.

Hm…no. Best to let it lie for a while, see if the young Huntress-to-be would get involved of her own volition before adding more coercion. Still, Salem was bored. Sitting in her castle and playing with her pets was growing stale. It was time for a…vacation. Or perhaps ‘expedition’ would be the better term.

She grabbed the woman tending to her cock and forced her to throat it all the way to the base, spurting thick loads of seed directly into her stomach. The whore’s eyes rolled back, her juices dripping onto the stone floor as she climaxed from the abuse.

Ah, that look of total surrender never truly got old. It was a pity Salem had yet to bring it forth in Summer, even after so long spent trying, but it would come sooner or later. Even if the little Rose won her 'game,’ it would be at most a temporary reprieve. All of Remnant, and everyone on it belonged to her. Most of them just needed a little help realizing it.

Salem stood up, letting the girl servicing her slide off of her cock. She walked away without a backwards glance as the restraint-Grimm slithered around her captive, instead calling for one of her Seers. It was time for her to go on a hunt of her own.

—–

Sometimes, Salem reflected, it was surprisingly nice to just go for a walk, feeling actual grass and soft earth under her bare feet instead of stone. She’d had her personal mount fly her to the wilderness in between Vale and Mistral. One of favorite pastimes when she left for a day or two like this was to search for villages to conquer personally. It was always such a treat, watching their confusion as the shapely witch strode into their tiny little safe spaces, then seeing the confusion turn into fear when they got a closer look. Her Grimm would form a perimeter, keeping everyone trapped inside until she’d personally broken each and every one of them. The women and girls were preferred, of course, but Salem wasn’t too picky as long as it squealed nicely when she was rough and got her off.

The trail lead up to the top of a hill, letting the Mistress see what should have been her next target. A large village, well developed, with thick stone walls to keep out the Grimm. However, disaster had struck. The walls were broken, the buildings were burning, and the people had either run off or been killed. There was a heavily armed bandit group, looting and laughing, seemingly led by a woman with a mask and long, black hair.

Hm. Perhaps this wouldn’t be a total loss after all.

Salem walked down the pathway towards the destroyed town, hips swaying with every step. This person had the audacity to break her toys, before she’d even got a chance to play with them. An example would need to be made.

She sauntered into the town, a lazy smile on her face as the bandits stopped their destructive celebrations and began to circle around her, mutters and whispers spreading as they got a good look at her appearance.

Salem’s earlier hunch seemed to be right. The black-haired woman was their leader, given away by how readily she signaled for the bandits to spread out and surround the new arrival. She was slimmer than Salem, and a bit shorter, with narrower hips and a smaller chest.

The bandit leader’s face was unreadable behind her mask, and Salem didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended at the imitation. “Who are you, freak?”

Salem’s smile turned predatory. She always loved it when her prey made her do things the hard way.

The ground around them erupted into a choking cloud of dust, dozens and dozens of powerful burrowing Grimm emerging from the earth to attack the bandits. Normally, Salem preferred the thrill brought on by the slight danger of traveling alone, but her village raids required enough forces to set up a perimeter.

The bandits fought…not valiantly, but vigorously. Each of them managed to kill two or three Grimm before being dragged away down the newly formed tunnels, and the leader slaughtered nearly a dozen of Salem’s elite escort, all while the pale witch stood by and watched them fight.

Before too long, though, the leader’s Aura gave out and her katana was wrenched from her grasp. The Grimm scuttled back into the ground, leaving her alone and defenseless with the Mistress.

Salem stepped towards the bandit leader. The masked woman spun around just in time for Salem to lift her leg and plant a foot on her chest, knocking her over and pinning her to the ground. The pale woman knelt down, before grabbing the mask and pulling it off. The face underneath it was beautiful, to be certain, but it was also familiar.

Salem leaned even closer. “You’re Raven Branwen, aren’t you? One of Ozpin’s last failed crop of proteges, reduced to robbing and looting at gunpoint. Hah! Oh, I wish I could’ve seen the bastard’s face when he found out.”

Raven spat at Salem’s face, and tried to roll out from under her when she leaned back to dodge. Salem just ground her foot down harder against Raven’s chest, stopping her in her tracks. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

The black-haired woman leaned forward to try biting at Salem’s toes, and when that got her nowhere she lifted her legs and tried to kick the interloper in her groin. Instead of smooth flesh, though, she felt something decidedly un-feminine. Salem grunted at the impact, before her smile turned positively vicious. “You’ll have to hit a lot harder than that if you want to actually hurt me, girly. All you’ve done is tell me that you want to play rough.”

Raven’s eyes widened. “Who the fuck are you?”

Salem grabbed her by her collar and pulled her to her knees, tilting her head back. “You can call me Mistress, or Goddess. Whichever one you think will be easier to scream.” Her enormous cock was already rising underneath the cloth hanging down over her waist, lifting the black fabric. Salem brushed it aside, slapping her shaft onto Raven’s face.

Raven couldn’t stop herself from swallowing nervously. Glancing down, she saw the hefty pair of fist-sized orbs at the base, below her chin. The cock was long enough for the tip to be over her head and out of sight, though she could feel it drooling pre-seed onto her back. It was girthy, too, touching her nose and completely covering her left eye at the same time. And there was…something else about it, something that Raven couldn’t pinpoint. It wasn’t a smell exactly, it was more…subtle. It wasn’t any less overpowering despite that, though.

Still, the Huntress-turned-bandit forced venom into her voice. “Try to stick that thing in me and I’ll bite it off.”

Salem just laughed. “Feel free to try, bitch, you’ll lose a tooth. No, here’s what will happen next: I’m going to fuck your tight little throat. I won’t be gentle, or take things slow, but I’ll give you one little chance. If you’re still conscious when I cum and fill you up, and if you don’t let any of it spill, I’ll let you go.”

Raven growled, fear turning to desperation. Ignoring her instinctive disdain at the tactic, she reached a hand up, grabbed Salem’s balls in both hands, and squeezed as hard as she could.

Salem groaned, her cock swelling even further as small gouts of slick fluid splattered onto her back. “Better than your first try, but not even close.” She grabbed Raven’s head, pushing her away so that she could rest the fist-sized head of her cock against the black-haired woman’s lips. “Heh. Now you’ve got me all riled up.”

Salem grabbed Raven’s hair, pulling her down Salem’s cock, forcing her way past all resistance until she’d hilted herself in Raven’s throat. The bandit leader choked around the violation, and the pale witch just groaned at the way it made her victim’s throat massage her shaft. “That’s it. The first time’s always something special.”

She pulls back slightly, before thrusting forward even harder than her first time, stepping forward with one foot to give herself better leverage to ravage Raven. “But now, I’m going to break in your fucking throat!” Each thrust only pounded harder, and Salem kept moving further forward to give herself a better angle. Eventually, Raven was forced completely down on her back as Salem fucked her face with bruising force, the thick cock smashing into the back of her throat and jolting Raven’s head back against the ground before taking the path of least resistance down into her stomach.

Of course, 'least resistance’ was a relative term. Raven fought wildly to push Salem off of her, but without her Aura she could do very little against the witch. She tried biting down just like she’d threatened to do, but quickly relaxed her jaw when her teeth jarred painfully against the shaft in her mouth.

Salem laughed. “Told you so, bitch.” Still, her thrusts stopped, and she even pulled out and stood up. Raven wasted no time in rolling to the side, hand grasping for her sword. If she could grab it, she could escape, and-

A white hand clamped onto the back of her black and red outfit, dragging her away, then tearing her clothes off with a sudden yank. Raven’s only underwear was bindings over her breasts, to keep them from getting in the way during combat, and she was almost entirely exposed.

“Don’t you fucking turn your back on me!” Salem leaned down and speared three fingers into Raven’s pussy, curling them upwards against the roof of her passage. The heel of her palm ground down against Raven’s clit, the rough treatment mixing pain and an unwanted degree of pleasure.

And then, Salem lifted her.

Raven screamed as her entire body weight was suspended by the grip on her cunt. It didn’t last long, Salem’s other hand came up wrap around a thigh, but those few seconds had sent surges of raw sensation straight through the black-haired bandit’s body.

“Ha! Didn’t think that I’d be getting my fingers damp, but I guess you’re more into this than I thought.”

Raven squirmed, trying to free herself, or at least move into a position where Salem’s slick cock wasn’t dribbling pre-seed down her cheek. “I am not, you fucking-”

Salem rolled her eyes and let go of Raven’s thigh, once again just holding her by a firm grip on her folds. Raven bit her lip until it bled to stop from crying out, but she couldn’t help react in other ways. Salem just smirked. “I keep holding you like this for much longer, you’ll be dripping all over yourself. Still, I guess I’ll give you some more support.”

Her free hand grabs Raven by the neck, and Salem forces her to take her cock down to the base again in a single push, her smooth, swollen balls covering the bandit’s face. She squeezes Raven’s neck, tightening it around her own shaft as she jerks her captive up and down by the grip on her walls. Raven’s chest heaves as she fruitlessly tries to get air.

“This is your life now, slut. If I decide I need to get off more than you need to breathe, then that’s what’s going to happen! Now drink it down!” Salem’s grip tightens as she pulls Raven up until nothing but the tip of her cock is in between her lips. Raven manages to heave a single breath before Salem slams her back down, and starts pouring cum into her body.

“Yeah…just like that.” Salem slowly, almost gently rocks Raven’s head up and down to coax the last few spurts of cum out, thick strands dripping from her lips, before unceremoniously dropping her on the floor.

Raven moans, eyes half closed. What was she…? There was something she needed. Close by. Her sword! She needed her sword! She reached out, fumbling in the vague direction she remembered it being, before Salem grabbed her again. “You spilled some. We’re not done yet.”

Black tentacles erupted from the ground, quickly weaving together to form a kind of soft surface for Salem to lay down on. She picked Raven up and dropped her down on top, the two of them reversed so that they were facing each other’s sex. Raven has barely a second to be intimidated by the massive cock before Salem bucks her hips, forcing the first few inches of her shaft back into Raven’s mouth. Raven tries to pull back, but Salem crosses her legs up behind Raven’s head, then forces her back down to the base with her thighs.

Meanwhile, Salem slides a finger into Raven’s cunt. “Aww, look at this pretty pink little thing. Seems like it’s barely been used. I mean, it’s so tight around just one finger, even though I had three in it just a minute ago!. I’ll have to be careful not to break it.” Without warning, Salem forces another three fingers inside, then four fingers from her other hand. Raven might have tried to scream again, or maybe it was a moan. Whatever the case, it was reduced to vibrations around Salem’s cock.

Salem slowly started to pull her hands apart, prying Raven’s entrance open. “Ah, never mind. I guess I don’t need to be careful after all.” She relaxes the grip of her legs, and her captive quickly lifts her head up to get a quick breath of air, before Salem tenses again and forces the black-haired beauty to throat her cock. Raven shudders on top of her, and juices spill out of her cunt. Salem smiles at Raven’s climax, the first of many, before forcing her fist into the bandit leader’s cunt, instantly prompting a second.

Salem groaned at the feeling of Raven’s body rippling around her, and tightens her grip with her legs even further, pushing Raven’s face into her balls as she spurts another load of cum into her. Without any further stimulation, that alone is enough to make Raven’s sex quiver as she peaks for a third time in rapid succession, her entire body trembling.

Salem finally relaxes completely, even pulling her hand out of Raven’s body. The woman backs up off of Salem’s still-erect cock with a lewd sucking noise, gasping down air.

“You did good, slut.” Salem smiles, before her gaze returns to a tempting target on Raven’s body. She leans forward and takes Raven’s clit between her teeth, biting down with just barely too little force to break the delicate skin. Raven shrieks and collapses bonelessly, but Salem doesn’t miss her fourth climax. She lets go of the little twitching nub, her smile taking on a predatory bent. “Oh, I’ve always wanted a pet that likes to be hurt!”

She reaches up and flicks the abused, sensitive little pearl, and fresh nectar spills from Raven’s entrance as the woman shudders. “Ohoho, I have lots of ideas for things to do with you. I wonder when you’ll break?”

—–

Well, that ended up being a bit more tame than I was anticipating. You guys have no idea the sorts of things that were going through my mind before I looked down and realized I was closing in on 3k words.