Teacher's Pet (Jaune x Weiss Maledom and Non-Con) - Chapter 1

New exclusive story. Chapter 1 of 3. This is also my first maledom work, which is why it took a bit for me to write/the writer's block. Hopefully, it's alright. Warning: this story is very heavy on non-consent, rape, and (later on) mindbreak.

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Being a professor at Beacon sounded like a dream come true. A job teaching the next generation of Huntsmen. The average Huntsman graduate usually spent a few years doing contract work before moving on to something else. Some people kept the adventuring lifestyle while others found ways to more permanent careers. Sometimes it was working as bodyguards or local protectors while others swerved to being celebrities and tournament fighters.

Jaune knew he was lucky. Most professors needed to be in the field for at least ten years before they were even considered for the position. There were a few exceptions - Doctor Oobleck went straight after getting his doctorate - but they were pretty rare. Especially for someone like him. Fresh graduate straight out of the academy and he already got an offer. For some reason, Professor Goodwitch - Glynda, he reminded himself - took a liking to him. He wasn't the best or the brightest, but she said she saw something in him. He was grateful to her for it.

Still, it wasn't exactly easy. Valeans were individualistic to a fault and teachers had to wrangle them to get anywhere. They all had their own methods. Glynda used her terrifying reputation, Oobleck spoke too fast to let them get a word in edgewise, and Port...well, his lectures were so soul-crushing that he doubted anyone would have the will to try and be rebellious. Granted, that meant at least half of his class was half-asleep most of the time, but still.

Jaune? Well, he was still having issues there. At 22 years old, he wasn't much older than the students he was meant to teach. Beacon students started at 18 when they entered. Old enough to be adults in every sense of the word but still fresh from teenage rebellion and thinking they were invincible. The fact that they were training to be the future protectors of mankind only worsened their ego. Huntsmen were known across Remnant as being the best of the best. While they weren't treated the exact same across Remnant - Vacuo placed a higher value on them compared to Atlas, for example - the position of a Huntsman demanded respect from just about anyone.

Valeans valued their independence. Not as much as Vacuo - those guys seemed to think any form of widespread government was oppression - but moreso than Mistral and Atlas. Huntsmen were heroes, celebrities, and larger-than-life figures. Almost everyone wanted to be them, and when they passed Beacon, they were riding high. Usually, the attitude was beaten out of them by the time they got to the second year, but a few kept it up.

Still, Jaune took it all on the chin. He knew that becoming a Professor at such a young age was almost unheard of. Alright, technically he was just an assistant professor, but Beacon was unconventional enough that they allowed him to teach his own classes without needing a monitor. Dust Science. It might've shocked people to know, but he was one of the best in his grade at it despite Crocea Mors not being Dust-dependent. Some of his old friends thought it was weird. He was pretty good at math too, which they considered blasphemous.

And ironically, it was a non-Valean who was giving him the most trouble...

"The application of Fire Dust is varied and numerous," Jaune started, directing the laser pointer to the PowerPoint. No one would ever find Dust Science exciting, but at least the students considered it more useful than 'Legends of Remnant'. Jaune had no idea why the old headmaster insisted that fairy tales and folklore had their own personal subject. Actually, he was an enigma all on his own. He was friendly and open, which was why his unannounced retirement during Jaune's last year came as such a surprise.

Glynda didn't seem happy about it...

He was midway going to the next slide when a hand shot up. Jaune bit back a frown and forced a smile on his face, "Yes, Ms. Schnee."

"Your information is outdated, Mr. Arc," Weiss Schnee said, a syrupy sweet smile on her face that did nothing to hide the smugness in her tone, "A study was conducted four weeks prior that showed exciting new applications for Fire Dust, particularly on weaponry. It's by Professor Markov. I'm sure you'll find it an enlightening read."

"...Thank you, Ms. Schnee. I'll be sure to take that into account." Jaune took a deep breath, "Now, to continue-"

"Also-" she cut in again, still smiling, "-some of the statistics you used seem...miscalculated." Wrong, her eyes said.

"Ms. Schnee, I assure you that I used the latest research in Dust Applications: Volume 8."

"A Valean book." She didn't scoff, but he could hear it plain as day, "Respectable enough, but I would suggest using The Science and Properties of Dust: Volume 13 instead. They've shown far more accurate results." An Atlesian book. He knew about it, of course, and he also knew that more than a few of their research was inflated to get headlines. Not that he said that, of course. That would just lead to an argument and that was the last thing he needed.

"I'll take that under consideration. Now..."

The next hour and a half were filled with interruptions and 'suggestions'. Weiss made sure to always frame it as helpful comments, but he could tell it for what it was. The students already had a hard time respecting him given his age, but Weiss seemed to take it as a personal challenge to one-up him at every turn. Maybe she thought that by showing off how much 'smarter' she was it would convince the other professors that she should be the leader of her team. He'd heard about how annoyed she was being passed up from the position.

The only saving grace, if it could even be called that, was that no one was egging her on or helping her. He couldn't tell if it was because the students found it too much even for them or if they thought she was being a teacher's pet.

Team RWBY wasn't much of a fan either. Ruby's cheeks were flushed and she sunk in her seat, embarrassed by her partner's antics. Yang groaned about Weiss ruining her reputation. Blake didn't say anything, though he didn't miss the way she sighed and scooted her chair just a bit farther. He didn't know them very well, but it was clear that they weren't exactly on board with their teammate trying to knock the professor down a peg.

The rest of the lesson felt frigidly slow and he didn't even bother stopping himself from sighing when it finally ended. Two weeks. Two weeks of Weiss doing everything she could to undermine him. And he could hardly lecture her or put her in detention. She'd play dumb and say she was simply trying to help, so why would he be mad at her? She made sure to never insult him and always framed her 'advice' as well-meaning suggestions. He couldn't exactly put her into detention for suggesting reading materials.

Jaune gathered up his stuff and made his way back to the staff room. Less than a month ago he'd been so bright-eyed and eager, and now he was dealing with daily migraines. He knew it could be worse - a bratty student was hardly the end of the world - but it was still depressing that this was how his first month of being an (assistant) professor was going.

He'd just placed his stuff on his table when he heard a voice, "Long day, Jaune?" He turned and laughed when he saw Glynda giving him a wry smile.

"Yeah, could say that." He sighed and brought a hand across his jaw. He considered growing a beard to try and make himself look older, but no luck so far. Dad said that he didn't grow anything but whiskers till he was thirty. After that, he was practically a lumberjack, "Students being difficult, you know what it's like."

"Indeed I do." She chuckled softly, "First years are at their most...difficult. They believe they've got it all figured out and can do no wrong. It was both charming and frustrating when I first started out, but eventually, that rebellious attitude became more irritating than anything else. It never changes. Young men and women in the prime of their lives believing themselves invincible. Personally, I blame the propaganda. Tell people that Huntsmen are invincible and they'll believe it soon enough."

"This feels different..."

"Oh? Perhaps we can talk about it in more detail over tea?"

"I'd love to, but aren't you busy?" Being the Headmistress was a taxing job. It actually made her miss being a teacher, she told him.

"I was told by Dr. Wood to take prescribed breaks or else he'd have me committed."

"...That's a joke, right?"

"I've got some new tea from Vacuo you might like." Alright, so she just wasn't gonna answer that. Cool.

Glynda's room was far more spacious and ornate compared to the regular teacher's dorm rooms. It wasn't by choice. Her old room had been far more sparse. She'd inherited the old Headmaster's room and simply didn't have the time to re-decorate everything. Or so she claimed. Jaune wondered if maybe something was holding her back. There were rumors that the Headmistress and his Deputy were a lot closer than professional expectations, though none of them pried.

The tea was a deep blue color that he'd never seen before. And as expected of something that came from Vacuo, it had a bitter taste that lingered on his tongue. Jaune coughed and smiled politely as Glynda drank her cup without issue. She always did have weird tastes, "So, your class?" Glynda asked, setting her cup down and refilling it. The ornate tea set stuck out. Collecting them was one of the few indulgences Glynda allowed herself to have. Anyone pointing out that it was an 'old lady' habit was quick to regret it.

"It's one of my students." Jaune sighed, "Weiss Schnee. Do you know her?"

"It would be hard not to." Glynda hummed, "The second daughter of Jacques Schnee and heiress to the SDC. Her choosing to go to Beacon ruffled some feathers back at Atlas, though I expect that has more to do with her choosing to be a Huntress in general rather than being a do-nothing entitled snob." She said the insult in the same way one talked about the weather. He knew that she was Atlesian, though nothing besides that. Glynda was pretty tight-lipped about her personal life, "Her transcripts were excellent and she excelled across the board."

"It's not her grades I'm concerned about." Jaune set his cup down, "She's...entitled." And that was putting it nicely, "She thinks she deserves to be the leader of Team RWBY and refuses to believe otherwise. She also feels the need to make herself the biggest person in the room. I knew it was gonna be hard getting the respect of the students since I'm barely any older than they are, but for the most part, it's just them thinking they can get away with goofing off in class. Ms. Schnee is different. It feels like she wants - needs - to prove that she's better than everyone, and what better target than the professor who hasn't established himself yet?"

"I assume disciplining her is out of the question."

"If only. She doesn't act out in a way that can get her in trouble. Maybe correcting the professor or recommending new reading material is seen as presumptuous, but you can't exactly give someone detention for it." His shoulders sagged, "It's just...so frustrating. It's obvious that she knows what she's doing but I can't call her out on it. That only makes her push harder. Would you believe that she told me that a Valean book wasn't as good as an Atlesian one?"

"Altesians are known for their nationalistic pride. James is much the same way." Glynda sighed.'

"Yeah, I just...I don't know what to do. Should I bite the bullet and give her detention? Have an argument with her in front of the entire class? Just sit there and take it?"

"Let me tell you a secret, Jaune." She crossed her right leg over her left, "Beacon is liable for many things, but there are just as many that are off-the-books, so to speak. The Council understands that the future protectors of mankind can't be coddled."

"What do you mean?" Jaune's brows furrowed.

"I mean that future Huntsmen and Huntresses aren't treated with kid gloves. They're being trained to fight the Grimm and other threats. If we coddle them now then they will fail when they finally arrive in the real world." Her words were calm and measured, but Jaune didn't miss the subtle force behind them, "Ms. Schnee's behavior has been reinforced by her upbringing. She likely grew up getting everything she wanted and never being told no. After all, who would dare refuse the heiress to the SDC?"

"So what should I do?"

"You need to remove that mindset from her." Glynda frowned, "We've had students who never had their egos dispersed and it led to sub-par Huntsmen. They believed that they could do no wrong. Remember Mr. Winchester?"

"Cardin? Yeah. Why?" He was a couple of years ahead of Jaune. And a real asshole to boot.

"He's had his license suspended indefinitely." Translation: the Huntsman equivalent of a dishonorable discharge, "His behavior was abhorrent. He believed himself above others and that consequences didn't apply to him. I don't have to tell you how dangerous a mindset that is in anyone, let alone a Huntsman. And so, we've been given the greenlight to ensure that things like that don't happen again. The students won't thank us for it, but their careers will be all the better for it."

"So...what do you want me to do? Yell at her?"

"No. Simply yelling at someone rarely ever achieves results. They need...discipline." She picked up her scroll and tapped the screen, "Here, I sent you some reading material that should prove valuable."

"I mean, I appreciate all this, but what if Weiss does something? You know, goes to the council or throws her name around? Like you said, she's got a big reputation."

"A reputation, yes, but thankfully for us, Huntsmen Academies are largely apolitical. We certainly play the game but after Mr. Winchester's suspension, the other members of the council began to frown upon Huntsmen with influential parents trying to game the system. It looks quite badly on them when the Huntsmen aren't up to snuff. I'm sure Ms. Schnee will try to throw her weight around, but please don't let it intimidate you. Beacon - I - will handle anything that transpires. You have my word."

"Wow, that's...that's really big. Thanks."

"I'm merely doing my job." She took another sip of her tea, "Our role as professors is to guide these unruly children, and that means being harsh when necessary. The book I sent you will tell me more. I suggest you follow it to the letter if you find yourself floundering."

"Thanks, Glynda. I'll do that after classes end."

Glynda smiled as she watched him leave. Jaune was always a good egg. He wasn't the strongest or the smartest, but he was earnest and had an honest desire to help. It was why she'd offered him a job straight after graduation. It was just like how she was recruited. Perhaps she saw a sort of kindred spirit in him despite their differences. She hoped that the book on discipline would help him. Ms. Schnee was born with privilege and it would take knocking her down a peg to earn her respect.

Perhaps if she looked twice, she would've realized she'd sent the wrong discipline book...

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Weiss walked down the halls away from Team RWBY's dorm room with her head held high. Things in the room were...tense. Ruby still refused to give up the mantle of leadership and it caused Yang to be her usual overprotective self and fight her sister's battles for her. Honestly, it was just more proof that she deserved the role of leader. She didn't hide behind Winter's skirt every time she faced pushback. No, she stood her ground and refused to bend just as any Schnee should.

She'd barely rounded the corner before almost running smack dab into someone, "Woah!" An all-too-familiar voice yelped. Weiss' eyes narrowed as she looked up at Professor Arc. Her lips curled in a slight smirk. She didn't dislike him personally, but it was clear he was unfit and she saw no reason to hold her tongue. A true professor would read up on the proper material rather than simply writing down the drivel from the first book he read.

"Ah, Ms. Schnee. Ahem." He coughed, scratching at his right cheek nervously. Her eyes narrowed. That was another reason she didn't respect him. He didn't have the firmness needed to do his job. None of the Professors here did, really. Professor Oobleck was scatterbrained and Professor Port was a blowhard. She lamented the fact that she'd enrolled just after Professor Goodwitch retired from teaching. She'd heard such good things about her classes.

"Yes, Mr. Arc?" Weiss raised a manicured brow.

"I was actually hoping to talk to you about something." He coughed once more, "It's about your behavior in class..."

"What about it?" she asked back in challenge. Was his ego so fragile that he couldn't take her (very justified) corrections?

"I don't think it's proper to act out so much."

"Act out? I was simply offering my advice. Is it wrong for a student to interact with their teacher constructively now?

"I think we both know that you weren't being constructive, Ms. Schnee." Professor Arc crossed his arms, "If you wish to offer 'constructive' criticism, then do it after class."

"Why wait? I believe the other students have a right to know if their lessons are...lacking in certain areas."

"Choosing a Valean book over an Atlesian one isn't lacking."

"It is if the research isn't up to snuff." She tilted her chin up at him, daring him to argue.

"...Know what, we're not having this conversation here." He sighed and brought a hand across his (messy, poorly styled) hair, "Come with me."

She raised both brows at the sudden assertiveness in his tone and followed him to an empty classroom. Watching him try to stumble and find a reason to scold her might be somewhat amusing. She stepped inside first and he closed the door behind her, "So what did you-"

That was as far as she got before she found both her arms suddenly restrained behind her. Weiss' eyes widened and she immediately started to struggle, but her arms refused to budge, "Hold still." Professor Arc said, voice distressingly calm as he pinned her to the ground with her face pressed against the cold floor, "We just gotta get this over with."

"Get what?!" Weiss shrieked, struggling and shaking, but his grip remained firm. Just barely, she remembered that his Semblance was to amplify his Aura. He was already stronger than her, but right now she might as well have been a child struggling against a goliath, "Let go of me! Let go, you brute!" Weiss tried to kick him away, but her legs felt like they were hitting a steel wall. He easily restrained both her arms with one hand while the other pulled something from behind him.

She barely caught the flash of steel before she felt cold cuffs around her wrists. Almost immediately, everything felt heavy. Her body felt like it was drowning and she lay limply on the floor, barely able to move. All she could do was watch helplessly as Professor Arc walked in front of her and...read his scroll? "Alright, what do I do next?" he mumbled, sounding rather unsure despite just assaulting and binding her, "First you make her helpless, and then..."

"Wh-What did you do to me?!" Weiss shrieked.

"Huh? Oh, Aura-dampening cuffs. It's what they put on Huntsmen who act out." He said it so casually, as if he hadn't just done what he did, "Could you gimme a sec? I gotta read this!"

"No! Let me go, you bastard!" She wriggled weakly, but she only managed to make herself look like a struggling worm. Professor Arc ignored her and kept reading, "H-Help! Anyone! HELP!" Weiss screamed.

"I wouldn't bother screaming. The walls are soundproof. This is the combat class. If it wasn't muffled, no one would hear the lessons." She kept screaming, hoping that he'd just been lying to try and keep her quiet. He sighed, "Look, we both know what has to happen here."

"No, I don't! You're crazy!"

"I'm your teacher, and you've been disrespecting me." He held up a hand, "Let's not bother with the lies, Ms. Schnee. I may be new at this, but I'm not an idiot. I don't know why exactly you've decided to target me. I have some theories, but nothing concrete." He shook his head, " I guess it doesn't really matter why. The point is, you've been acting like a brat and you need to be...disciplined."

The way he said it sent a chill down her spine. Her heart was beating a mile a minute despite her lethargic state and she struggled even more when she saw it. The slowly growing bulge between his legs.

"Oh, looks like the meds are kicking in." He hummed, "Sorry, I wanted to do this more naturally, but I was pretty nervous. Kinda new to this whole thing. Right, now let's just get these down and..."

Weiss gasped when he lowered his zipper. The bulge only got bigger, his d-d-dick straining against his gray boxers. Weiss watched, unable to look away, as the concealed member twitched like a monster struggling to break free of its chains. Her heart was beating as loud as a drum now, drowning everything out. She'd seen glimpses of pornography before. Never her own, of course. Her little brother was at that age where his mind was consumed by his hormones. Borrowing his scroll had led to her eyes being assaulted.

Those videos were nothing compared to the sight in front of her now. Mr. Arc unbuttoned the gap and his cock sprang out like a beast rising from the depths. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the sight of it. Ten, maybe eleven inches of his rock-hard erection stood proudly. Her eyes traced across its length, at the veins that lined the skin and how it twitched in the open air. Her eyes trailed higher till they reached the mushroom-shaped tip. Her mouth suddenly felt dry. He mentioned taking medication, but seeing the head of his member already leaking clear fluid made her feel faint.

Weiss suddenly felt smaller than she already was.

"Let go of me, let go!" She shrieked. Arc ignored her weak struggles and propped her up till she was on her knees. She would've likely fallen on her side if he didn't grab her hair tight enough to hurt, fingers gripping the silky threads like a barbarian, "Do you have any idea what you're doing?! I will-"

"I'm disciplining an unruly student." He pulled her head forward slowly until her face was just inches from the inches of turgid cockmeat. The musky smell made her lightheaded, "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard day. Open your mouth, and don't bother biting down. You'll only hurt yourself."

"FUCK YOU!" Weiss screamed. It was the first time in her life she'd ever said something so crass.

"Alright, have it your way." Arc sighed and pulled her closer. She kept her mouth stubbornly closed and turned her head away. She refused to give him the satisfaction of bending or breaking. He didn't care. He rubbed his throbbing dick against her face, smearing her cheeks with his pre. Weiss had never felt more disgusted and humiliated in her entire life, "Wow, your skin's really soft."

"Go to hell, you piece of shit!"

"Still acting out, huh?" Arc sighed again, as if she was the problem for refusing to let herself be raped without a fight, "This would go a lot faster if you just cooperated."

"Go fuck yourself!"

He didn't say anything. Weiss shivered in disgust and fear as he continued to rub his cock along her face like he was marking her with his scent. Her body refused to do more than wriggle slightly in his grasp and she knew that, if he truly wanted, he could force her mouth open with ease. Instead, he continued to humiliate her. He was doing it on purpose, she thought to herself. Trying to humiliate her, to make her accept that profane pillar of her own free will.

She refused. She would not break.

"Man, it's been a while since I've...well, you know." He scratched his cheek. It was absurd. Here he was, manhandling her head like it was nothing more than a sextoy, and yet he still acted awkward. As if reading her mind, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he muttered to himself, "No, wait, remember the instructions. Need to be dominant."

What was he-

His grip on her hair tightened hard enough to make her scream and he thrust his dick forward. The burning-hot length slid across her face, his heavy, stuffed balls landing on her chin and lips. The musky smell became overwhelming and it was a miracle that she hadn't fainted from the sensory overload. Then again, she thought, perhaps that wouldn't have been the worst thing. Passing out would save her from being conscious as this bastard had his way with her.

"You just gotta be a stubborn little bitch, huh?" The awkward, eerily casual tone from before was gone, replaced with a rough growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her already weak knees trembled and she let out a muffled scream against his testicles when he raised ger head up so their eyes could meet, her vision marred by the erect dick lying across her face, "Two weeks you've been acting like a know-it-all, but when you can finally put that mouth of yours to good use, you clam up."

"I-I just-"

"No. The time for excuses is over, and I've run out of patience." He pulled his cock back. The relief lasted for only a moment before he leveled it at her face again, forcing her head down till the tip was inches from her sealed mouth. She went cross-eyed looking at the drooling slit, "One more chance, Ms. Schnee. Open your mouth and accept your discipline. Or else." The last two words nearly had her break down in tears. It wasn't a threat; it was a promise.

Still, she refused to open her mouth, hoping above all that someone would walk in and save her.

"Alright, have it your way."

His grip became so tight that she thought for a moment that he'd rip her hair straight out of her scalp. Weiss tried to bite her tongue, but the pain was too much and she found her lips parting by just the barest amount. It was enough for him. He pushed the tip against her mouth like a battering ram. One, two, three times. Her mouth opened just a bit more on the third hit. She tried to shut her lips again, but it was too late.

The head of his penis battered its way inside. Her eyes widened as she felt the first taste of skin and precum on her tongue, "MMMPPPHHH!" She wriggled her body with a renewed sense of desperation. Despite everything that had happened so far, it was only now that she truly realized the gravity of what was happening. He was raping her, forcing her to suck his cock like she was nothing more than a common whore. The humiliation on top of everything else made tears prick at the sides of her eyes, but Arc didn't care.

Arc wasn't slow or gentle about it. He slammed his dick inside and made her choke on it. Weiss coughed and breathed through her nose as the thick member forced itself past her tongue as if it was aiming to violate her throat too, "Oh, fuck..." He let out a pleasured sigh and looked up at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes. Seeing him look so damn pleased with himself made her temper boil and she mustered whatever strength she had to bite down on his dick.

It did nothing. Arc sighed again and pulled back before slamming back into her poor, ravaged mouth. Weiss' teeth scraped against the veiny skin and she tried to bite down again despite knowing how pointless it was. Not only was she weakened by the restraints but Arc was a sack of Aura. It was one of the few things she hadn't found annoying about him before now.

"You know, you're a lot less annoying like this." He smiled down at her. Weiss glared back at him through her tears, "You could've been a great student, but instead you decided to be a brat. And do you know what happens to brats?" His hand squeezed tighter, "They get disciplined."

His next thrusts were even harsher - more brutal - compared to before. In, out, in, out. Arc ravaged her mouth with wild abandon, shoving his dick deeper and deeper until the tip of it was going down her throat, testicles slapping against her chin. Weiss felt like her brain was rattling around her skull with every push and pull.

It wasn't just the fact that she was being violated. That was horrible, yes, but what really drove her over the edge was how pathetic she was. Here she was, the heiress to the SDC and a future Huntress, being treated like nothing more than some Valean slut. She deserved better than this! She was meant to be a leader, a pioneer, someone her peers and future generations could look up to as the prime example of what it meant to be a Huntress! Instead, she was on her knees getting her throat ravaged.

Arc's constant put-downs weren't helping in the least.

"I always wondered what these lips of yours felt like," he murmured, his voice coming out in a low rasp. It sounded alien coming from the meek man who could barely control his class, "I just wish you didn't make me do this. I wanted to give you a chance, you know. Any other teacher would've done this way sooner." Her fists clenched. The blatant justification burned at her. As soon as she escaped from this hellish situation, she would tell the headmistress and Weiss would ensure that his fucking dick was cut off!

She shut her eyes and refused to make a sound or look him in the face. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. It would be just until she escaped, she told herself. Her mind swirled with revenge and the punishments he'd endure. She would be the one to administer it. She didn't care what sort of favor she had to give, she would deny any sort of refusal. Nothing but Arc on his knees helpless and begging would satisfy her.

Unfortunately, her revenge fantasies couldn't completely drown out the fact that she was being orally violated. Weiss' mouth was forced to wrap around the thick slab of dickmeat, drool pooling around the shaft. With every thrust, she felt herself choking on it, spit dribbling down her chin. Every breath was a struggle and Arc's moans rang against her ears. He was muttering to himself about how this was for discipline and that he was only teaching her a lesson. Delusional bastard.

Minutes passed in unrelenting agony before she heard it, "Shit...here it comes..." Her eyes widened and her struggles returned with even more desperation than before. She knew what those words meant. Any attempt to pull her head back was met with Arc holding firm. His thrusts became faster, his groin slamming against her face with unrestrained force. The dick in her mouth grew hotter and hotter and she screamed in muffled rage as he reached his peak.

Arc moaned and held her head tight with both hands as he came. He made sure that she was pressed against his groin, her nose tangled against his shaved pubic hair. His testicles shook against her chin and she shut her eyes again as he ejaculated straight down her throat. Weiss' entire body shook in humiliation while Arc's moans shifted to pleased sighs and groans.

He pulled out slowly, his tip still leaking semen. The bitter taste of his seed on her tongue was another painful reminder of how far she'd fallen. But that wasn't enough for him. As soon as he fully pulled out, his cock springing from her mouth with a faint pop, he aimed the tip at her face and coated it with his essence. Weiss whined weakly and tried to turn her face away, but his grip ensured that she couldn't move as he blanketed her face, turning her already pale skin even whiter.

"Fuck...that felt good..." He sighed and leaned forward, his still-erect dick draped across her face and covering her right eye. Weiss moaned in pain weakly, her entire body shuddering from the assault she'd just received. She felt utterly helpless.

His next words turned her blood to ice.

"Right, time for round two." She felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her at the casual declaration, "Book says three rounds minimum. Good thing I took those meds."

"W-Wait, plea-" She opened her mouth to plead for any semblance of mercy. A mistake. As soon as she did, Arc shoved his dick inside her again. Weiss screamed into the soaking member as he continued his assault, her mind fracturing more and more with every thrust.