Heads up, this is kinda rapey and has some non-con themes.

Groggily, Cinder's eyes began to flicker open. Her memory hazy, she felt nothing but aches and exhaustion. Her body barely responded to any attempt at movement, even accounting for the fact that she'd been awake a mere three seconds. Something was wrong with her.

As her senses gradually began returning, Cinder realized that her arms were restrained behind her back. Fidgeting, she learned that she was chained to some sort of pole. Fidgeting more, she became aware that she was completely naked; as her eyes adjusted, she became aware of her nudity as she looked down, her breasts shining with sweat and her thighs positively glistening.

Suddenly feeling an ache coming from between her legs, Cinder started to get vague memories of the night before. A little experimentation informed her that her legs were jelly; regardless of how she tried to move them, her legs were too weak from residual trembling. The reasons why slowly became apparent as she felt a flash of unwanted desire bubble within her; last night, during her Beacon Beauty routine, she had lost a fight. She had lost to her lust, she had lost to her desire, and she had lost to an enemy that made her lose to her body's wants. Something had made her unable to contain her sexual urges, and she ended up masturbating in front of a cheering crowd that lasciviously took in her whorish body and lack of control.

Humiliation and rage roared through the woman chained to a pole. She was made into a filthy sex toy in front of a crowd that she had intended to toy with herself. Nothing was supposed to beat Cinder Fall, up and coming Fall Maiden; she was supposed to be powerful and invincible, not some thing easily swayed by such simple desires as lust.

In her rage and confusion, Cinder became aware that she was in a warehouse. Large crates and dust surrounded her, along with low lights and the stench of age. The next thing that became clear was a red figure coming closer to her.

"You're up," said the voice of Victor Queen as he became clear under a light. "Really, I expected you to be up earlier."

Under the assumption that the man before her was the cause of her humiliation and nudity, Cinder flared her Semblance, ready to reduce Queen to ash. Her attempts were met with a heavy shoe to the face as her attempt to charge Aura fizzled; instead, she felt an all-too-familiar heat rise up in her core, teasing at her sex. Clenching her legs together, Cinder tried to relieve the building pressure between her legs, but only worsened it. Aside from her growing libido, she was too weak to fight.

"You believe in God?" Queen asked, pulling up a folding chair from behind some boxes. When he was met with silence mixed with unwanted moans, he continued, "Frankly, I have trouble. The whole Brother thing, all of it. That said, should there be a God, he she it seems to have a very… strange sense of humor."

Cinder felt the heat inside of her increase even more. It was torture, being unable to move her arms to try and do something, anything to stop the feeling in her core, but she was forced to bear her synthetic lust in front of an onlooker. Undesired satisfaction began to breach her lips as the pleasure started to overtake her body; Cinder moaned, unable to stop herself.

"See, when I was younger, I was a simpler man," Queen said, adjusting his seat. "I wanted to help people. I wanted people to feel good. Now, going with the God thing, they seemed to think that, of course, such delusions of grandeur deserved something worthwhile. My Semblance, you see, is… how do I put this?" The man in red narrowed his eyes and thought about his next words. "I can make people feel good. I can create that drive that leads people to bliss. In short, I can make a person orgasm, or assist the natural process." Queen scowled. "Real funny, huh? Discovering my Semblance was a treat."

Cinder clenched her legs, feeling the effects of Queen's Semblance firsthand. Fury spiked in her eyes as she struggled to do anything to bring the red man harm.

"Now, normally, this sort of thing has no practical application outside of the bedroom. I'll inform you, I did use my talents quite often back in the day. But, answer me this: can a person fight when they're too busy about to climax?"

Cinder's already ravaged body surged as Queen overloaded its systems, causing the woman to orgasm. Despite the waves surging through her, Cinder found no pleasure in the climax, her body hurting after multiple attacks like that. One person can only take so much pleasure before it turns to something else. Once she recovered, she threw herself forward, trying to use her Semblance again, but only found more discomfort.

"The answer is no, they can't." Queen watched Cinder struggle before him. Her body quivered with disgust and discomfort brought on by his Semblance. "It works better on women; men are one and done with a little recharge time, but a woman. A woman can go over and over again. It's draining, from what I hear, but still."

Shuddering from another climax, Cinder spat out, "B-bastard. W-wha–"

"What do I want?" Queen said, cutting Cinder off. "I want you to suffer. I want you to feel a fraction of the pain I did. Because of you."

Cinder blinked, finally free of Queen's Semblance. Breathing heavily, she tried to think of what exactly the man was talking about. She was about to open her mouth before Queen grabbed her jaw and lifted her face.

"Her name was Alice."

Cinder, in between her desire to burn the world, was lost. That name meant nothing to her. Nothing about Victor Queen meant anything to her, aside from the fact that she had decided to grace his club with her presence. She didn't even know him before that point, but now she was chained naked to a pole getting kicked in the face.

Enjoying Cinder's humiliation but raging at her ignorance, Queen elaborated. "I was going to be a hunter, you know. The whole, 'helping people,' thing and all. Had a team, had friends, had skill. I had her." Adjusting his seat, he continued, "She wasn't well suited to the job; to be honest, she was a bit frail. Still, she wanted to help people, keep them safe. She tried twice as hard as anyone I knew."

None of Queen's words made any sort of sense to Cinder. She didn't care about his past as a hunter, nor about his little girlfriend. She just wanted to get her strength back so she could reduce him to ash. If it weren't for his Semblance, he'd be in the wind already.

"You don't remember, do you? Of course you don't. Why would you?" Queen stared daggers at Cinder, then flared his Semblance, making her squirm with unending lust. Backing off, he said, "You killed her, you know?

Cinder blinked. She hadn't even bothered to think about it, but Queen was probably right. She'd killed plenty of people before when they got in the way of her mission; many more would probably die once she got out of this warehouse. Queen would top that list.

Still, Cinder was good at killing. How some strip club owner found her out…

"Just another one in the bucket, I guess. One day, I get back from a mission to find her on the ground. As she lay there, dying, I look up and see a woman strolling away with a smile in her step. How do I know it's you?" Cinder made as if to reply, but Queen interjected before her. "Long, dark hair, red dress. Sound familiar? Heels that clicked like glass, a gait saying, 'I'm better than you,' and the scent of smoke and cinder. I've always been good at picking up the way people move. I've never seen anyone aside from you that walked the way she did in that night. Nor have I seen someone drip ashes."

Cinder silently cursed herself. She did always walk with confidence befitting her stature and destiny, but for someone to recognize her like this because of it was absurd. Queen figured out she killed someone based on such small details. His long ago was this, even?

"Now, here I was enjoying my depressing life as a strip club owner when in walks in a woman with long dark hair and a red dress. First, I was suspicious. Wasn't until I saw your little trick with the cinders that I was sure. Then, then I knew. My life meant nothing without Alice; now, several long, lonely years in the making, I have but one purpose."

Queen looked deep into Cinder's eyes. Then, he looked down; lecherously taking in her every naked curve, he enjoyed Cinder's sudden disgust at her own body. Any time the woman made the slightest move, the man in red made her suffer for it with his Semblance. Her legs became a vice, trying to stop the carnal want coming from between her legs, but only fell to limpness due to exhaustion.

"I got to make you suffer." Queen leaned back, looking pleased with himself. "And the best part? You have to live with that. You have to live your life knowing you've been bested, and that you were nothing but some whore to a hundred of my fine patrons."

Unable to learn her place as a prisoner, Cinder roared with her flame, managing to ignite a few sparks. She was quickly shot down as her body twisted in raw pleasure.

"And now you know the suffering that comes with being unable to do anything but wallow in self pity. And I get to leave today knowing that you lose and I win."

Cinder felt every extreme of shame, hatred, humiliation, rage, and everything else associated with her failure. One stupid mistake led to the mighty Cinder Fall being reduced to a naked tramp overcome with her own pleasure. Her pride had led her to want to command the masses of Queen's club, and that pride had made her ignorant of her consequences. Now, she was just staring at her own breasts trying not give the man in front of her the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Only through her wrath was she able to maintain a furious scowl to hide her self hatred.

"I'm done here. I got what I wanted." Waving his hand to beckon something, Queen finished with, "You're up."

From behind a crate walked a man that looked like the definition of sleazy undergrounder. He was short, thick, and balding, with a greasy smile enjoying the naked woman before him; staring intent at Cinder's stunning curves and overwhelming weakness, he took his time.

"Get to it," Queen demanded, annoyed by the stranger's insistence on capturing the image of Cinder as she tried to look away.

"Sure this is all you want? I could do far worse for not much more." The man put his wrists together like they were shackled and pulled at an imaginary collar. "Sure you don't want her as something else?"

Without hesitation, Queen said, "I'm sure. Hurry it up, before she gets feeling back."

Shrugging his arms, the sleazy man said, "Whatever. Consider the debt paid."

Cinder suddenly felt fear as Queen commanded the other man to close in on her. Watching helplessly, she could do nothing but feebly struggle as a fat, sweaty hand reached out for her head. Finding no strength to vocalize, she was forced to submit as her mind became blank. There was a flash, and the world became black.

Hastened by a small stream of light covering her eyes, Cinder began blinking herself awake. As her senses began returning to her, she discovered that she was sitting in some warehouse with her back against a pole. Her entire body ached; her face felt like it had been punched multiple times, her wrists were raw, and her legs were covered in bruises. The worst, though, was her womanhood. Never before had Cinder understood what too much felt like; it was a lingering pain brought on by too many grips and shivers.

Confusion didn't quite cover it. Cinder had no idea what had happened, and no idea why she woke up in a warehouse. All memories had seemingly been wiped clean out of her. Worse still was that she discovered that she was naked; the thought hadn't crossed her mind, but her aching sex brought to her attention that she could see every bruise littering her body, and there was nothing to stop her. As her mind cleared, she made a connection; the fact that her body was beaten, her clothes were missing, and the state of her sex was a constant ache brought her to a conclusion.

Cinder began to remember. Well, she sort of remembered. There were more flashes of emotion mixed with indistinct images; she felt her wrath, but nothing was clear other than the following; she had, somehow, willingly stripped down naked before a crowd, she had masturbated for them like some slut, and she had been presented for people to see like some toy. Though the memories were unclear, she was 100% aware that they had happened; she had been reduced to a sex object, somehow, by someone, and forced to feel the shame of her actions with no way to combat it. Her only consolation was that she had no memories of being violated physically; though she'd been hit a few times, nobody forced themselves on her. No, this was all a mental attack; she could recover from the injuries, but she was forced to live knowing she lost.

Finding the strength to move, Cinder got up. Gingerly raising her body off of the concrete, she saw that, thankfully, she was alone. She couldn't imagine anyone near her staying alive had there been anyone; her memory selectively wiped, she wouldn't know who didn't deserve to die. Aside from all of her humiliation, there was one thing that gradually became clearer as Cinder's head cleared.

The name, "Alice," rang in Cinder's head, though it meant nothing. It was nothing but the association with what had happened to her. Whoever Alice was, or whoever wanted to leave the name Alice with her, that was Cinder's only other memory.

Looking around, Cinder saw a lump of pink on the ground next to a piece of paper. Investigating, she picked up the object and examined it; the sick joke in her hands was an obnoxiously pink babydoll that she was expected to wear, lest she have to go home naked. The familiar feeling from her fragmented memories rose, Cinder's rage manifesting as flames. The babydoll was quickly reduced to ashes as the black smoke coalesced into a crimson dress; thanking her mother that her Semblance allowed her to dress herself, Cinder patted down her outfit, ensuring she was still all there.

Now dressed, Cinder turned her attention to the note on the ground. In addition to getting to remember the humiliation but not the person who caused it, she was being made fun of. Already ready to reduce it to ashes, she read the final taunt to hammer in her failure.

"Find the rabbit."