Dove duels Ilia, sexually; the Belladonnas are both humiliated

Riot police and scared protestors formed a tiny, inescapable arena for Ilia and the blond huntsman as he approached her.

"Dove Bronzewing.", he introduced himself, not a man of many words. His features were pale and heavy as if cut from alabaster, and his eyes were narrow and impossible to read. To the already upset Ilia he was the embodiment of male power she was trying to escape; except maybe a little shorter. "You, me, no weapons. Ready?"

"Blake!" Ilia whispered, noticing the raven hair behind her. "If you distract that Dove oaf for me, I can slip through the police and up the stairs and liberate your mom! I'll drag her into the building and out the back by her dumb leash if I have to!"

But Blake was in no state to fight. Her ears were down, her posture was bad, if she had a tail it would be between her legs. Without any physical damage, her aura was at half strength at best. She wanted to run away, but at the same time she couldn't abandon her mother, again!

She made eye contact with Kali, who noticed her daughter for the first time... and turned beet red. For all her commitment to the naked status quo, it was a bit much to be nude, leashed and fondled in front of her own daughter!

"Blake B. Belladonna!", she said quite sternly, trying to hide her embarrassment. "That collar looks very cute on you. I didn't know you would join this kind of march, young lady. Do you have a piece to say like your poor frustrated little friend? Or are you going to support your mother, and the future of all Faunus?"

Maybe her words would have been more dignified if her master Russel Thrush hadn't noticed this exquisite opportunity for humiliation and debasement: stepping behind Kali, her leash still in one hand, he grabbed her breasts from behind, the soft full flesh rising between his strong fingers. Kali's entire body tensed and trembled when the human bully's thumbs played with the teats Blake had drunk her milk from. Her little speech to Blake ended in a loud moan.

"Mom... wh-why?", Blake asked weakly as she watched, well aware that this was truly the future of all Faunus!

Ilia all the time had he own problems. She could handle herself in a fight, but she was a sneak-thief and assassin not a brawler. As Dove squared up with her in their tiny human arena, she knew this would be painful and humiliating even if she escaped. "Listen, you racist scumbag.", she sneered at him, "I know you think you can get a cute Faunus pet out of this, but nope! I'm not interested in humans, I'm not interested in men, and I'm not at all interested in whatever m-masochist dream world you've in store for all Faunus girls weak enough to fall for it! I'm a Faunus-only lesbian, my dude, and I always top! Go on, if you're so horny, why don't you take off your pants so I have an easier time kicking you in the balls?!"

Dove stopped, and the smirk broadened to a grin. "OK." he said, and undid his pants in an instant. Ilia's mouth opened to a perfect O. Her defense dropped.

She had seen cocks before, she had narrowly escaped cocks before. This one however... it wasn't even that long, maybe even below average, but like Dove's entire frame, it was thick, built, powerful. A veined, girthy bit of muscled manhood designed to stretch out and destroy a tiny cunt like hers. The pale foreskin was pulling back on its own, as he got fully hard, and the precum-slick red tip glared at her like one evil eye. Even in this crowd of nude girls and musky policemen, Ilia caught his scent, and knew she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

In utter desperation, she launched an all out attack! Dove's eyes widened by a fraction.