Of Course

Cardin felt a euphoria like never before. Here she was, the bitch that once took down his entire team by herself laid out on the floor after cumming her brains out right in the middle of combat class while being watched by her peers. Her clothes and boots that sat folded neatly right next to her grew damp soaking up her juices. While her armor and weapons laid unused on her other side, now glistening with the droplets covering them. He thought of how much joy it would bring him to make her watch as she burns them and smelts her gear while he fucks her; gradually driving her to the brink of despair while they reforge her armor and weapons into something new.

What to make... A stripper pole, chain-mail bikini, perhaps a dildo molded after my cock?

The thoughts filled his head with possibilities as her erection only got harder. He couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and shoved the ruined apparel to the side and grabbed his toy by the throat lifting her off the ground. He looked at the copy of the contract, now sullied in her cum and crumbled it up. There was more copies but he had something special in mind for later.

"We're not done yet whore. We still gotta finalize this new arrangement." He twisted her around to face the audience. The raw look of apprehension and arousal in the eyes of so many people shook her to the core. She couldn't do anything, they wouldn't do anything.

He placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her up, exposing her pick unused peach to the crowd. Her legs spread out, her tits dangling on her chest, nipples and clit as hard as steel. It was too much as the onlookers started to play with themselves.

"Any last words before we settle the score?" Cardin grinned. The crying slut was driving his dick to the ****. If he didn't stick it in soon he feared his meat-rod would break.

That was when the dam burst and she finally begged. "Please, we don't have to do this. I'll suck your cock, I'll use my tits, I'll lick your ass and drink your piss. But please don't put that MONSTER in me. I wanted to save my virginity for someone important."

Cardin laughed at this pathetic display. "Awe, you wanna save your cherry for Jauney Boy. Well sweetheart that's to fucking bad." Cardin looked to the seats to see Arc, looking heartbroken at the events that transpired. _Hell of a way to find out someone likes you, shame I didn't get that Bridal Gown Lingerie. This next part would be so much better. _He aligned his cock directly under her exposed cunt and shouted to the viewers.

"I now pronounce us Master, and Tramp!"

He dropped her onto his bitch-breaker, spearing her tight hole in full view of her friends. She didn't bleed which was to be expected. Their athletic lifestyle meant that hymens tend to get torn more from stretches and high kicks than doing the nasty. But still, Cardin claimed what was his by right of conquest.

Cardin Winchester: VIRGIN KILLER

She wailed as she felt the massive member stretch her out in ways she had never imagined. It was like someone shoved a burning hot rod into her. The base of his cock was fully unseen buried into Pyrrha as he got used to the tightness. Then he moved.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

He bounced her up and down onto his penis, slapping his balls on her fat ass every time she came down. The vice grip she had on him almost prevented him from enjoying his new pet. Almost. Natural juices dripped from the labia down to the floor as he slammed into her again and again. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust, as she felt them slap her abdomen every time. He could feel the folds on her walls try to squeeze his dick dry while his bulb kissed the entrance of her womb each time he slammed into her.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" was the only thing the former champion could say. The drooling her crying mouth let out was nothing compared to the river running down her pussy. He walked to the the edge of the arena where the students were sitting giving them a front row seat to the show. She could barely see them, her own head was spinning from sorrow and pleasure. But what she saw shattered her heart.

They were masturbating. Jaune, Ren, Ruby, even Glynda was pleasuring themselves to the sex show that was presented to them. Some like Yang and Blake were playing with each others' kitties while everyone sat there with their hands on their privates. How long had she been doing this; twenty minutes, thirty, an hour? Her mind was overwhelmed with the feelings of

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP!!!

Cardin picked up the pace. it wasn't gonna be much longer. He wanted to ask her if she was enjoying herself. Wanted to see if she could get her to cry out how much she loved Jaune and how she wanted him to save her. But all he could do was grunt. It's a shame that he can't continue this for hours but he had shit to do later, and Goodwitch probably wanted to wrap this up.