Blake frantically searched her bag, only to find that 'Ninjas of Love' was indeed not in there.

She had met only few people that day, and that left only three suspects: Emerald, Sun and Yang.

Blake proceeded to the police station, intent on finding the thief.

Inside, Yang and Pyrrha both looked up to Blake's cry of "You stole my smut, didn't you Officer Yang!"

"It's the duty of officers to confiscate suspicious items Blake." Yang smirked

"And I do think I'll need to thoroughly examine this... evidence."

Pyrrha chimed in "Perhaps we should send this to forensics Sergeant?

"No!" Blake shouted out a little louder than she wanted to and started blushing profusely.

Yang smiled. "Ooooh, now this is interesting. What could possible startle our kitty this much?"

"Well, I think we could detain her; Yes, it is part of protocol, we'll have to keep you here until we can straighten this out," Pyrrha said sheepishly.

Blake, dejected, followed Pyrrha to the back room, while Yang closed the blinds and locked the door behind them.

In the dim light of the interrogation room, Yang's smile seemed genuinely scary to Blake.

"I'll let you know right now, that I am the bad cop in this."

Pyrrha's green eyes pierced through the gloom, her fiery red hair flowing around her shoulders as she undid her ponytail, watching silently from the back of the room.

Yang sauntered around the table, lightly grazing Blake's arm, then shoulder, before finally finding her neck, caressing it, and making Blake's bow twitch all over again.

"Now there's a good kitty," Yang whispered in the Faunus's ear.

With such a pleasant, soft touch, Blake couldn't help but release a subtle purr.

Aroused, confused, and irritated, the Faunus looked to Pyrrha, hoping for a less suggestive approach.

Instead Pyrrha looked to be enjoying the show.

"I would never have pegged her for a voyeur," Blake thought between moans.

Cool air suddenly met her ears, as Yang pulled off her bow.

"That's just the start, kitty cat, there's more to come if you'd like to tell us where you got this book," Yang cooed, her words seeming to melt into Blake's thoughts.

Her ears were no longer cool, but very warm indeed.

Pyrrha finally spoke up, "Ozpin is cracking down on adult content... I think he'd be interested to hear one of his own was in on it..."

The threat was best left unsaid. It was time to spill everything.

"I... I can explain!" Blake pleaded, but Pyrrha was not interested in a confession, twisting the chair backwards and straddling it, so she was face to face with Blake, with only the table between them.

Yang's fingers found their way to Blake's collarbone again, eagerly pulling at her shirt buttons, as Yang's warm chest pressed against Blake's neck, causing Blake's to turn as red as Pyrrha's hair.

This was all Pyrrha needed to see, as she reached across the table and caressed Blake's face, whispering, "You are mine now, kitty cat. You will do what I say."

Blake could only nod.

"You know who is selling the books. That's great. But everyone knows Torchwick is behind that."

Pop. Another button down. Her bra almost fully exposed.

"I need addresses, street names. I need locations. And you're going to tell me them." She nodded and Yang shredded the shirt.

Blake instinctively reached to cover herself, only to be caught by Yang's strong grip, and snap went the handcuffs.

Yang then pressured Blake up and out of her chair, face down onto the table, and ripped her pants off, taking the boots off in the same motion, leaving Blake bent over onto the table in naught but her underwear.

"Now that you seem ready to cooperate, let's get more comfortable," Pyrrha said while removing her clothes.

"Where are the books being sold, Blake?" Pyrrha stepped out of her uniform. She was wearing garters underneath and appeared to have commandeered Glynda's crop.

Yang was almost panting. "Please don't tell her anything Blake. It's been a dry spell for us..."

Yang had stripped herself almost as fast as she did Blake and was now pressed full against Blake's back; nibbling on her ears while rubbing her sides with her hands, moving ever closer to Blake's chest.

Pyrrha proceeded to waltz around to behind both of them, giving each of them a sharp smack with the crop. Yang let out a satisfied yelp, while Blake gasped, and then gasped again when Yang popped her bra open, letting the Faunus's bosom fall out against the table.

"Again. Where,are,the,sales,going,down!" Each pause brought a hard smack, alternating between Yang and Blake.

Blake could feel how wet Yang was getting. She'd have to give them something or else they'd strip the skin from her ass in no time at all...

"Adam! Adam Taurus! He's the one providing contraband!" Blake cried out, as Yang roughly squeezed her right breast, shifting to their right so she could look at Blake.

Pyrrha then approached Blake from behind, hooking the crop underneath the side of Blake's panties, moving it along the back until it rested between her cheeks, pressing ever so slightly into Blake's nether regions.

Pyrrha then pushed the handle to be parallel with Blake's upper body, forcing the stem of the crop to press into Blake's folds before slamming the crop to the ground, leaving Blake completely naked and handcuffed, at the power of these two beautiful women.

"Yang, my pet. Come get your reward for being such a good officer," Pyrrha turned the chair back around and sat.

Yang let Blake go for now - she slumped to the floor. Blake was left watching one of her best friends crawl over and begin to eat Pyrrha out.

The red haired domme stroked Yang's hair. Whispering compliments to her. She grinned in pleasure and locked eyes with the Faunus.

"I can be kind too, dear. Enjoy your respite as reward for co-operating." She wrapped her legs around Yang.

Blake was entranced by the movement of Pyrrha's legs, guiding Yang's head to just the right spot for her to reach climax.

Yang then crawled over to Blake, who had started to finger herself, almost without a thought.

Yang then eased Blake onto her back, pressing chest to chest while their lips locked, and Yang's tongue found its way into Blake's mouth, mirrored by Yang's fingers into Blake's nether regions.

"Now then. Where did you meet Mr... Taurus, was it?" Pyrrha asked. She was slumping in the chair, eyes half closed.

She was all business, despite flying in the clouds.

"He... he was my mentor... in the White Fang... we had known each other through there, and I was the logical connect-ION!" Blake managed to get out before Yang got bored of making out, and decided to bite on Blake's nipples.

Pyrrha, now recovered enough to stand, walked over to behind Yang, turning the crop so that the thick handle faced Yang's ass, and began pushing.

Yang straightened forward onto Blake with a jolt as the crop was teasing her. "Now, Officer Yang, do you believe what Ms. Belladonna has just told us?"

Yang pushed Blake down. Staring into her eyes. Blake marveled at how quickly her interrogator's eyes filled with red.

"No mistress, she knows more." Yang leant back allowing Pyrrha more leverage.

Pyrrha let her pet use the crop as she wished, she was a kind owner after all.

"Now Blake, why would you hide something from us? After all the good times we had in the academy?" The redhead smiled and stood on Blake's sensitive feet. The heels were only barely being held back by her Aura.

Yang's wetness dripped onto Blake, whose hips were now straining upwards to the crop, longing to be filled by anything, much to Pyrrha's delight.

She knelt down behind Yang, removing the handle slowly, and then licked it clean before pressing it next onto Blake's region, as Yang dismounted and circled behind, propping Blake up and roughly squeezing one breast while teasing her nether region with her free hand.

Blake, under the combined pressures began panting, straining, and begging for something to enter her, going mad from longing.

The pleasure stopped. Instead Pyrrha pushed her to the floor.

"I am not in the habit of rewarding liars." She spat, literally spat, on Blake. Yang followed her master like a puppy. Again Pyrrha sat on the chair and let Yang work.

"If you don't want to be relegated to an observer, you better tell me where Adam is selling these books," She forgot herself for a second, moaning from Yang's attention.

The crop whipped through the air and bit Yang's back. "If you do not talk, Yang will ignore you and enjoy some quality time with me." Pyrrha laughed.

Blake laid there, dazed from the quick change of events.

She was so close to pleasure, how had she missed it?

There was only one thing to do.

Blake laid face down, ass in the air and purred out where the deals were going down.

Yang looked up at Pyrrha, who nodded, allowing Yang to retrieve their toy from the cabinet in the corner.

The strap-on was huge, but as Yang leveled it toward Blake, all Blake could think of was the pure relief that she would soon feel.

Then it entered her.

The stars and the moon danced before her eyes. She was so very warm... So verrryyy warm...

She realized Yang's semblance must have been absorbing Pyrrha's hits, letting her take it out on Blake. The Blonde was giving it everything she could and then some - Blake was her bitch.

Pyrrha lay down in front of Blake. Tangling her hand in the raven hair, she forced Blake's face towards her crotch.

"Come on now kitty, be a good pet. I'll let you play with Yang whenever you're good."

Yang had already pushed her past her limit three times. The floor was a mess.

Blake gave in completely, letting her rough tongue explore Pyrrha. She would a good kitty, she would never make Mistress sad.

Blake's tongue worked magic on Pyrrha's juices, licking them up, but the Faunus's body had been wracked by too many orgasms to support her, so Yang flipped her onto her back and let Pyrrha suck the now soaked strap-on while the mistress positioned her ass above Blake's face.

When Blake regained enough strength to continue pleasuring the goddess, Yang inserted into Blake again, biding her time until it was her turn to receive.

"Yang, do try and control yourself. We have to report in to Ozpin now. She will be waiting in my apartment tonight," Pyrrha said dismissively as she pulled Yang away by her hair.

"Won't you, kitty?" again with the petting.

A weak nod was all Blake could manage. Her Mistress and fellow pet donned their uniforms. No doubt they would tell Ozpin her info.

"I will be sure to give you a glowing review to Ozpin, Pet." Pyrrha smirked.

Yang threw a key at her. "Be at mistress' by 8pm. If you're late you will be locked in the basement."

"Until tonight, dear," was the last parting shot from Pyrrha. Blake then watched as her mistress strolled away as if nothing happened.