Let's Get Started

"Well? Are you gonna just stare at it all day, or are you gonna get on with it?"

Pyrrha couldn't believe what was happening right now. The Invincible Girl, one of the greatest tournament champions in the history of Remnant; had lost a fight. Not only that, she lost horribly. It was a simple bet. No semblances, loser does what the winner says. Easy enough right? Cardin Winchester was a brute. Surely, he wouldn't even win whether she used Polarity or not. And at first things started off as expected, she would dodge his blows or parry his attacks and she would keep him raging and making stupid mistakes. But then he did the unthinkable.

HE LANDED A HIT!

Then the doubt slipped in. Suddenly it wasn't Cardin missing swings or failing to dodge attacks. Now, Pyrrha Nikos was the one on the defensive. At some point, he even managed to knock her onto her back and was banging his mace onto her like Magnhild on a nail. She wasn't sure if it was muscle memory or if she was just panicking; but Cardin was flown back when she reached her arms out and used her semblance to use push off her attacker.

She didn't even have time to react to the hushed whispers of her audience realizing she screwed up big time. While she stood there in the middle of the arena thunderstruck; an enraged Cardin rushed at her slamming his mace right into her head. The last thing she remembered before being taken to the infirmary was her opponent jumping for joy at the status screen in Glynda Goodwitch's classroom.

CARDIN WINCHESTER: WINNER

ARUA DEPLETION

RING OUT

KNOCKOUT

This wasn't a loss. IT WAS A FUCKING EXECUTION!

Now she was knelt in front of the victor, Miló and Akoúo̱ was laying on the floor beside her along with her armor and clothes. She was kneeling exposed and humiliated looking up to Cardin's bulging pants. She could smell the musk permeating in the air as he looked at her with predatory eyes. She felt his eyes look at her breasts, her hips, her but.

"Do they have to be here?" She didn't bother to look, how could she? Her friends, her teammates, Jaune... they were all up in the stands looking down on her as if she was the biggest failure possible. And in a way she was. She fell in battle and now is going to be used like a sex toy until Cardin gets bored with her and tosses her aside. Her tormentor just started to laugh, before he continued his act. "Of course, this is always much better when there is an audience. Plus, I haven't heard any complaints." He looked towards the seating area as she did as well.

None of them spoke, they just kept sitting there. Watching, judging, waiting. She saw Jaune in the front, staring at her in fear and frustration. Say something... Anything? Dead silence, her eyes tried to look at her crush's feet, but fell short when they landed on his lap. Jaune Arc, the person who she loved and would do anything for; was pitching a tent, watching her become the biggest slut in Beacon history. He wasn't alone though. Throughout the crowd she saw that the boys were watching with raging hard-ons, while the girls waited in their seats in soaking wet panties. Even the Headmistress, who spent three hours giving Winchester an earful about restraint, was rubbing her thighs together.

She turned her head in shame, and looked down at the items beneath her. A contract, outlining the terms and conditions of her loss, signed with their names. Next to it is a collar. On the tag was inscribed the words "Cardin's Bitch" embeded in his Emblem. Cardin may not have any intention of ending her life but he was as much an Executioner as his mace.

"Alright. If you have nothing else to say, or if no one had any objections (he looked around the room before returning his eyes to her), Lets Get Started.

She looked up, saying as loud as she could for the entire room to hear,

"I Pyrrha Nikos; four time winner of Mistral Regional Tournament, top graduate at Sanctum Academy, known to the world as the Invincible Girl, have lost to Cardin Winchester. As stated by the terms of our deal, I must do what ever he tells me to do, no matter what he asks. From this moment forward, I give up my rights as a human being, to live out the rest of days as my master's bitch; until he determines that I am no longer worthy of his cock or cum, to which I will be discarded."

The students murmured to themselves. Yet none spoke out. No one said how wrong this was, how humiliating, it was, how... arousing it was. She always hated being kept on a pedestal treated like a icon. All she wanted to do was be treated differently, like a normal girl. This was her innocent desire twisted into a perverted fantasy. She wasn't being treated like a champion. No, now she was being viewed at as a whore.

She reaches down for the collar, and moves it to around her neck