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“Blake? Do you think it’d be hot if we were slaves?”

It took a good twenty seconds for Blake to put her book down and look at her wife of ten years. “So is this you asking me to have sex or for us to have a threesome? Either way, it’s the most roundabout way for you to do it.”

Yang laughed as she stretched, deeply enjoying being able to lie on their soft bed after a long, hard day’s work, wearing delightfully comfortable pajamas. Part of her wanted to drift off to sleep, but the rest of her was wide awake and horny. “I mean I’m game if you are.” Her cheek got a pillow thrown at her face, leaving her laughing as it slid down. “But I’ve just got this fantasy stuck in my head, a really hot one. You know Neo?”

“I thought she beat you unconscious,” Blake said. But something had changed. Before, she had seen bemused. Now, she was paying attention, closing her book and putting it on the bedside table.

“Yeah, but that just means she’s really strong, and you know I like a strong woman.” She playfully punched Blake in the arm. The Faunus woman rolled her eyes, but smiled. “And she’s pretty hot. Again, you know how I like-.”

“Yang? Less flattery, more details,” Blake said.

Oh. Oh she was getting worked up. It was hard to tell with Blake, but you didn’t share a home with someone for a decade without learning to pick up cues. Her eyes were dilated and her cat ears were on edge. Yang had been threatened with couch exile if she ever referred to it as an “ear boner” again. Yang grinned.

“Well,” Yang said. And as she spoke, her mind embraced the dark fantasy that had been at the back of her mind all day.

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Yang gave a long, content sigh as she pulled into the driveway. It had been a brutal, unforgiving day at work. She had been kept back late, there had been more problems than they could shake a stick at, and half of the staff were out sick. But that didn’t matter anymore, it was done. The sun had long since set, stars were twinkling in the night’s sky, but she was home, it was Friday, nothing else mattered.

Popping the stand for her new motorcycle, she killed the engine and half walked, half stumbled inside. She loved the home she and Blake had bought, a cozy, out of the way cottage where they could be by themselves. The commute was a bit much, even when traffic was light, she often spent over an hour getting to and from work, but having their space made it all worth it.

“Hello? Blake?” she said, popping the door open? Most of the lights were off and she couldn’t see her wife anywhere. This wasn’t the weirdest thing, it was 10 PM and Blake sometimes went to bed earlier than that, but it was a bit of a disappointment. Part of her, a selfish part she had to admit, had been hoping that she would see Blake before bed. Ah well. They had both worked today and it was understandable if she was tired. Besides, they had the weekend ahead of them.

A mischievous grin crossing her face, she crept into the kitchen. There were perks to Blake not being around, one of which being no judgements for unhealthy eating. Their kitchen wasn’t the biggest and most well furnished, but it had a big fridge/freezer combo in the corner. Prying it open, she eyed her prize. A tub of triple chocolate delight with her name on it. Fishing a spoon out of a nearby drawer, she popped the lid off and took in the dark brown goodness inside.

She was a full grown woman, she had worked long and brutal overtime, she could eat ice cream for dinner if she wanted to. Granted she would have to cover up the evidence, and that would probably mean buying a fresh tub to replace this one. A laugh escaped her lips. Oh no, she would have to buy even more ice cream, what a terrible fate.

Sighing, she tucked in, scooping out spoonful after spoonful of high fat, high sugar, absolutely bad for her but she didn’t care, goodness. For a good long while she stood there, partaking in a guilty pleasure that otherwise would’ve gotten her an earful from a very well meaning wife that she loved, but wished would loosen up. Eventually, half of the container was gone, and she was starting to feel the pains of a stomach craving food that was less sweet and more savory. Sighing, part of her wishing she could’ve finished the whole thing like she was a teenager, she slid it back into the freezer before heading to the pantry. A light something, then bed.

She was halfway towards the walk in closet they used for non-perishables when something reached her ear. The creaking of wood, coming from inside. Frowning, she stepped forward, her gauntlets shifting on her arms, flesh and metal both. It was early winter, and mice were starting to take shelter in their house. She was not dealing with rodents eating their food. So, with one arm at the ready and the other on the door handle, she pushed the pantry open.

What she saw shocked her to her core. Inside was not a mice nibbling at a box of cereal, but Blake. Wearing a black nightie, she was sitting in a chair that had been dragged into the pantry. Her hands were behind the back of the chair, her smooth, shaven legs were taped to the legs, and a knotted bit of cloth had been wedged between her teeth. Blake was red in the face, eyes wide with panic and fear, as she thrashed in the chair, tipping it back and forth to the point where it was in danger of it falling over.

“Blake!” Yang didn’t think. Charging forward, her hands flew to the back of the chair and grabbing at the bundle of tape that had been wrapped around her wife’s wrists, ripping them off with a single, powerful yank. Running on pure adrenaline, fear for Blake’s safety combined with anger at whoever had done this to her causing it to spike, she did the same to her leg bindings before frantically undoing the cloth gagging her. “Who did this!?” she asked, putting both hands on the cat Faunus’s shoulders. “Robbers? Someone else? Did they hurt you?”

Blake didn’t respond, her golden eyes starting into Yang’s. Instead, she lurched forward, arms sliding around Yang’s waist and lips crashing against hers. Yang’s heard leaped into her throat as she felt a tongue work its way into her mouth, kissing her fiercely and possessively. This had not been the response she had been expecting at all. She wasn’t exactly complaining, Blake being affectionate was never a call for criticism, but she had to admit she was pretty off balance at this point. She wanted to be mad at the people who had done this to Blake, but the pleasure center of her brain was dragging her in the direction of the delightfully warm tongue that had entered her mouth.

The result was that, pulled in two different directions, she ended up going neither way. Struck dumb, she stood there, froze, as Blake continued to kiss her. Subconsciously, she moaned and leaned into her wife, letting her take charge by default. Blake’s arms were not idle, sliding up her body and threading her hair before stopping on her neck.

It was then that she felt the prick.

For a second, she assumed it must’ve been an accident, that Blake had scratched her in the heat of the moment. But that wasn’t right, a nail didn’t feel like that. Now that she thought about it, wasn’t Blake’s tongue a little bit bigger than this? And why hadn’t Blake said a single word to her?

All of these thoughts came to a head as Blake pulled away. There was a needle in her hand. Panic shot through Yang. What was going on? Had Blake, her Blake, drugged her? She tried to demand an answer, but as she tried to talk, her lips and tongue felt heavy. Her demand for an explanation slopped out of her mouth, a crude mixture of half formed words. It felt like a led blanket was being pressed against her mind, making her feel sluggish and heavy.

Panicking, she tried to step back, only for her leg to buckle under her own weight and sending her tumbling back onto the ground. Back smarting, she looked up as Blake stepped over her, a cocky, arrogant smile on her face. Her mind, with the little capability it still have left, screamed in raw panic. She had never seen a smile like that on Blake’s face before, not something that cruel. What was going on here?

And then she was given her answer. Blake’s eyes flashed. They were no longer gold. One was pink and the other brown. Horror seeped into Yang. She recognized those eyes. And then everything went dark.

The next thing that she could remember after were a series of half formed images and sounds. It felt like the awkward stages between sleeping and waking, when she was active enough to be moving around but was still partially dreaming. For a long time, she stayed like that. Maybe it had all been a really weird dream. Maybe she had crashed on the couch and had a fever dream where Blake pulled some weird stunt on her. It would explain why her limbs felt so sore, some rather nasty cramps were starting to pull at her arms and legs. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized they were in a rather odd position. Right next to each other and behind her back?

“Yang! Yang! YANG!”

Slowly, her eyes slid open. Someone was calling out to her. Probably Blake. Crap, had she slept in again? Things came into focus. Blake was right in front of her all right, looking down with those big golden eyes Yang loved so much. Except why were they in the living room? And why was another Blake standing right beside her, smiling? And why were they both above her? Slowly, Yang’s addled brain processed everything, clumsily trying to piece everything together.

Then, it was almost as if a wire had been crossed in her head. Her eyes jolted wide open, all confusion and weariness washing away. Blake was tied to a chair not unlike how Yang had found her in the pantry. Except this time, she was ungagged, a dark black ballgag hanging from her neck like a necklace, and was completely nude. She was pulling against her bonds, breasts flopping unintentionally, as she looked with fear at the “other” Blake.

“Just take what you want, ok?” she said, sounding as if she was about to start crying. “Take anything you want, just please leave her alone. I’ll do anything!” The other Blake smiled, stepping forward. Her eyes were brown and pink. Hatred tore through Yang as “Blake” turned her way and gave her a mocking wave. As she did, a swarm of pink energy flowed around her, and there was no longer a Blake in a nightie in front of her. Instead, wearing a bright pink corset that barely contained her bust, a brown leather skirt, and knee high white boots, was Neopolitan.

“You bitch!” Yang shouted, trying to lung at her. She had no idea what had happened, but Neo had broken into their home and attacked Blake while they were gone. Yang didn’t care about the circumstances, she was going to make the bitch eat her own teeth. At least, that’s what she thought. Instead of a powerful jump at their tiny assailant, Yang found herself wiggling ineffectively, the beginning of carpet burn setting into her well endowed chest.

Her legs and arms with both immobile and, with a pang of panic, she realized they were secured behind her. In fact, as she continued to struggle, a series of horrifying facts dropped into place. She was on the ground on the living room. Her arms and legs had been trussed together in a particularly tight hogtie that gave her next to no wiggle room and left cold metal biting into her skin. And before all of this had been done, Neo had stripped her completely nude. In the corner, her work clothes had been idly discarded, Neo not even leaving her the dignity of her underwear. She and Blake were both completely helpless and exposed. It was so humiliating.

Neo savored her victory over the lovers, looking back and forth between the two, a hungry look in her heterochromatic eyes. Then, stepping forward, she knelt down in front of Yang, producing a scroll. It’s about time you showed up. I was waiting in that closet for the better part of an hour she typed out. Had to keep the kitty in the bedroom the entire time I was here. Then, with a smirk, she continued. I’m flattered that you think I’m that good of a kisser though. I wonder how your wife would react if I told her that you apparently can’t tell the difference between her mouth and mine. Am I better?

Yang bared her grit teeth. “You better make damn sure I don’t get out of this,” she said. “Doing it to me is one thing, but if I find a single scratch on Blake, I’m going to fucking bury you!”

Neo put on a look of mock fear, waving her hands in a faux panic. Yes yes, big angry tough girl, scary scary she typed out with disinterest. I’ve heard it all before, so let’s skip the bravado. You’ve been a rather rude host to me, so you don’t get to partake in the fun

“Fun? You crazy bitch! Let us go now or I’ll-MMMMPH!” The moment she had opened her mouth, Neo pounced. There was a blur of movement and Yang had just enough time to make out a bright gold ballgag before it was jammed into her mouth. Yang gagged, her jaw forced wide open to accommodate the rubber sphere, to the point where she was scared it might dislocate something. Instinctively, she tried to spit it out, her tongue frantically pushing against the rubber intruder. Neo was one step ahead of her, her hand clamping down on Yang’s mouth and keeping the gag in.

Despite everything, Yang couldn’t help but feel how soft Neo’s hand was, how it felt warm and pleasant against her face. That drove Yang into an even deeper rage, not just against Neo, but herself. What was wrong with her? This little deviant was assaulting the both of them and she was focusing on how nice their attacker’s skin felt? She had already let the little harlot kiss her and her libido had been dumb enough to enjoy that, why hadn’t she learned her lesson?

While she was having this internal conflict, Neo was not idle. Her free hand had snaked around, pulling the straps taught before buckling it behind Yang’s hand. Mercy was not in Neo’s intentions, the leather was cruelly tight, digging into her cheeks and causing her to wince in discomfort. Smiling smugly, Neo planted a peck on the gag before standing up. Now that we got the bimbo secured, I can finally have some fun. Oh. And don’t you dare look away

Yang barely paid attention, continuing to buck against her bindings. The full implications of Neo’s words didn’t hit her until she sat down on Blake’s lap, straddling the taller woman. Blake whimpered, an act that set off a whole new wave of hatred in Yang. [Get away from her!] she roared, the gag turning her words into an incomprehensible string of babbling. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, knowing beyond a doubt that Neo had been looking for this. A sadistic glint from the smaller woman all but confirmed it.

“Yang? Yang, it’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna be ok, got it?” For the first time since this ordeal, Yang’s temper lessened. Blake’s eyes, those beautiful golden eyes, were glistening with unshed tears. But there were also affection behind them, affection and concern. “And whatever happens, I’ll always love you. Please never forget that, I love-,” that was all she got to say. Mid sentence, Neo shoved the black ballgag into her mouth, doing the strap so tightly that visible dents appeared in her cheeks. After that, to Yang’s fury, she plopped herself down into Blake’s lap, looking smugly at Yang.

She actually was waiting for you, you know. Picked out that cute little outfit that I copied. And you were keeping her waiting. Naughty naughty. I bet that I could treat her far better than you ever could. Yang had never exactly been a pacifist, her go to solution in most problems was to jump in and punch things in the face. But even for her, the fire of hatred that was swelling inside her right now was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She wanted to hurt Neo so badly, to inflict every cruel, sadistic fate that her adrenaline addled brain could concoct, then keep going. Neo had put Blake through this hell, now she was talking about how she was girlfriend material.

Tell you what. Let’s play a game. Let Blakey decide who she likes more. If she likes slutty bimbos better, she just has to not cum. Easy. But if she likes cute, sexy little things like me more, she just has to relax and let things happen. If she picks you, this ends now. If she picks me? Well, I punish you for being a shitty wife. Yang roared into her gag, writhing so viciously that her stomach ended up coming off the ground for a second, her actions leading to her flopping on the ground.

Neo laughed silently before turning her scroll towards Blake, letting her read it. Her eyes going wide, she frantically shook her head. Neo ignored her as she reached into a nearby duffle bag. What she pulled out was enough to make Yang’s eyes to go wide. One of the biggest, thickest, heavy duty vibrator that Yang had ever seen in her life. She had gotten a few big, powerful things in her time, some for herself, others to tease Blake with, and even then she had never seen anything like this.

I think five minutes sounds good if she wants to let me know she’s not interested.

With that, Neo lowered the behemoth of a sex toy down, pressing it against Blake’s shaven and defenseless pussy. Blake blubbered behind her gag, frantically shaking her head as she . begged incomprehensibly. Neo had no interest in mercy. After taking a minute to drink in Blake’s pleading, she flicked it on. And even from her spot on the ground, Yang could see that she was not interested in gradual buildup. She had turned onto the maximum setting.

Blake screamed. It was a piercing, deafening scream, to the point where Yang thought her gag must’ve fallen out. But no, the torment she was going through simply pushed her that far. The toy Neo was gleefully using was roaring and kicking like a car engine, to the point where she had to resort to two hands to keep it focused on Blake’s cunt. Poor Blake squirmed as much as she could, desperate to escape the unwanted stimulation on her lower lips, but their captor had done their job well, and she was unable to do more than wiggle the chair.

Blake's eyes told Yang everything about what her wife was going through, and it broke her heart. They were frantic, desperate, darting from side to side looking for an escape that wasn’t there. For short bursts here and there, her gaze would stop on Yang for a fraction of a second, filled with worry and guilt. Yang just wanted to make this all go away. She just wanted to pull Blake into her arms, hold her close, and take away all the crap she was going through right now. But she couldn’t, just like she couldn’t go away.

Involuntary arousal was becoming increasingly obvious on Blake. Yang could see her heart pounding in her chest, sweat dripping down her, her groin instinctively buckling onto the monster of a sex toy that was tormenting her. Glistening fluids trickled down her thighs as her legs began to shake. Breaths were now coming in short and shallow through her nose, her mouth too obstructured to it to come any other way. And then Neo knelt down and bit one of Blake’s nipples.

Blake’s screaming reached a whole new pitch as her body spasmed, fluids sloppily spilling out of her womanhood and onto the carpet. Neo reacted to this with a lupine like smile as she pressed the vibrator even deeper in, surpassing her outer folds as Blake was nearly drowned in the waves of the orgasms, the spasms going strong and strong. This continued for nearly a full minute, Neo forcing Blake deeper into the wave of unwanted pleasure. Then, finally, it stopped. Blake hunched over as far as her bindings would let, red in the face and tears trickling down her cheeks.

Satisfied, Neo stood up, putting the vibrator away. Look at that. Two minutes. Looks like I know how to please a woman more than you do. Yang only half paid attention to what Neo was typing out, she was more concerned with Blake. Gods, she looked like a mess. But was it over now? Had Neo gotten her sick kicks? Was she going to leave now?

A hand grabbed her hair and pulled hard. Yang yelped as pain shot through her scalp, her gaze forcibly turned towards Neo. For the first time that night, she pink haired woman looked annoyed. Don’t ignore me.

Yang glared at the woman. Oh, so the little princess had something that got under her skin? Good . Something that Yang could do to show that she wasn’t a docile little plaything. Don’t get any funny ideas, what I just did to kitty over there was me being nice. In fact, before I get you two packed up in the truck, let me show you how mean I can be. One hand darted behind Yang’s head and fiddled with something. There was a click and, without warning, whatever was holding Yang’s legs up when slack. Her feet fell to the floor with a thump. Neo had undone her hogtie.

With a grunt, Neo rolled Yang onto her back with another pull on her mane. Yang chewed on her gag, trying not to give Neo the satisfaction of screaming. Finally, she let go, only to reach into a skirt pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. Yang did her best to give an exaggerated roll of her eyes. After the goliath sized vibrators, Neo was trying to intimidate her with something this basic? They weren’t even crocodile clamps, just basic ones.

Neo, as Yang suspected, knelt down and applied one to each of her tits. It hurt, there was no getting around it, both of her sensitive nipples were being crushed between cold, uncaring steel. But it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, she had dealt with worse than this and Neo was going to have to try a lot harder than this. It was hard to do with the gag in the way, but she shot a mocking smile at Neo. It faltered when Neo returned it with one of her own. Reaching into her skirt again, she pulled out a pair of leashes, and hooked one to each nipple clamp. Get up

She pulled hard. Fire shot through Yang’s chest as the leashes went taught. Despite her best efforts, a whimper escaped her gag. This was much harder than simple clamps; despite her small stature, Neo was a very strong woman. For a moment, Yang thought she had played her hand, pull on her nipples until she relented. Then the true, horrible truth reared its ugly head. She felt her back left off the ground.

Everything changed. The pain in her nipples went from harsh to unbearable. No long was it just Neo’s strength pulling on her breasts, gravity and her own body weight were pulling in the opposite direction. Yang understood what Neo had meant by “get up.” Fear flooded through her as she lost control and screamed. She was only a few inches up, was Neo going to do this with her the whole way?

Yes. She was. In fact, Neo seemed to slow down. Second by second she pulled Yang up inch by inch. Out of instinct she attempted to struggle, but that only made the agony she was feeling spike to the point where tears began to prick at the back of her eyes. So, with no way to rebel without hurting herself, she went slack and prayed for it to end quickly. Neo noticed, her eyes beaming with sadistic delight as she took her time with each inch. When Yang was at a 45 degree angle, she mimed slipping and dropping the leash. Yang whimpered, her poor chest swollen.

Finally content, Neo gave one, last, powerful tug, and Yang landed firmly on her feet, almost overbalancing and falling forward. Well. I think I’ve made my point. Idly, she flicked one of Yang’s bright red tits. She yelped. Do yourself a favor and remember this moment. Now. Let’s get you and kitty packed up. Yang meweld in distress as she was forced to start frantically hopping after Neo, lest her poor nipples be stretched again. Dragged off to a dark and unknown fate that she and Blake might never escape from.

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“Beautiful golden eyes, hm?” Yang blinked. She had gotten a little carried away with describing the delightfully mean things Neo would do to them, and had only just noticed Blake crawling on top of her. “You’re sweet. But you had me almost crying an awful lot, didn’t you?”

“I put in one for myself, didn’t I?” Yang said, trying to sound cocky. It wasn’t working, her voice was catching in her throat. It didn’t help that Blake’s hands were gently closing around her wrists, leaving Yang’s heart in her throat as her arms were slowly forced above her head.

“It was hot Yang, I’ll admit it. We should write this down. But, before then, I think you need to remember which one of us in this relationship is a bottom bitch .” With that, she dove down, capturing Yang’s lips in a kiss. Yang didn’t fight back at all, melting under the passionate kiss her wife planted on her, opening wide and bowing in subjugation for her powerful tongue. This? This was a delight. Her fantasy could wait.

She’d get back to it though. She was only scratching the surface