The End Game Pt. 1

"Glugkh… Glugkh… Glugkh…"

"Hm. Your technique could use some work. Have you been slacking on your training, Cadet Soleil? Ms. Polendina, please assist your teammate in her task."

Whitley just smiles as the bright blue eyes staring up at him with reluctance and irritation go wide at Winter's words. Ciel Soleil is… a gorgeous little tart, to be sure. A student of Atlas Academy, the huntress in training was also technically a member of the Atlesian Military. She was just a Cadet though, so it wasn't like Atlas had inserted one of their incredibly well-trained operatives into the Academy or anything ridiculous like that.

At the same time, it wasn't like they could let Penny go without some sort of military oversight. That was where Cadet Ciel Soleil came in. Or where she had come in. Whitley was in charge now, which meant when Ciel had come along with Penny and Winter, he'd had quite the easy time of putting the dark-skinned, short-haired beauty under his control.

But at the same time, all work and no play made Whitley a dull boy, so he'd gone ahead and taken some… creative liberties with Ciel's new lot in life. She was still utterly loyal to him, of course, couldn't even FATHOM betraying him or anything like that… but there was a reluctance to her service that didn't exist in most of his other thralls. He'd left just enough of her free to be irritated that she was being forced to serve him sexually, rather than using her talents in other ways.

Of course, with Winter watching on and observing the entire thing, it wasn't like Cadet Soliel could refuse a direct order from the Atlesian Specialist. At the moment, Winter was her commanding officer. Whitley was the one overall in charge of course, but the chain of command was important, so for now he was simply taking a back seat to Ciel's 'training'.

That back seat just so happened to involve Ciel choking on his cock as she knelt between her legs, her throat bulging as she forces herself to take him deeper and deeper down the back of her gullet. But Winter is right, Ciel COULD be doing better… which is where dear Penny Polendina comes in.

Given her orders, the robot girl drops to her knees right beside Ciel, and before the Cadet can even think to pull back and protest, the gynoid has a fistful of her short, navy blue hair in her hand and is driving Ciel forward, down his length even further, even harder, even faster.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Ciel's eyes widen and immediately begin to tear up involuntarily as she's forcibly face fucked on Whitley's member. Meanwhile, he just smiles down at her and Penny, showing his pleasure. Not through words, but simply through his assessing gaze as Ciel gurgles and gags on his dick, her dark complexion growing somewhat darker with the embarrassment and humiliation of the act she's being forced to perform.

He has no need for words, because in this, Winter is his Voice just as much as Penny is her Implement.

"Good, Ms. Polendina. And you, Cadet Soleil, I hope you're paying attention. When servicing our beloved Master, this is ALWAYS the pace you should set for yourself. Otherwise, are you even trying?"

Ciel can't actually answer with a 'Yes Ma'am' or anything like that of course… she's too busy choking on his member. Penny though, giggles as her bright green eyes blink up at Whitley impishly.

"Mm, I'm not so sure, Specialist Schnee… I think Ciel can do better!"

And with that, the robot girl begins to force Ciel even faster down his length, all the way to his base again and again and again.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

There's no doubt in Whitley's mind that only Aura keeps the young dark-skinned Cadet from taking some serious damage as Penny's inhuman strength and mechanical speed skull fuck her teammate onto his member with reckless abandon. Even still, he does nothing to halt what's happening, does nothing to put a stop to it. He's enjoying it far too much after all, his cock positively throbbing in Ciel's throat as her tongue wags uselessly along the underside, as she grabs his thighs but doesn't try to push off, knowing better than to disobey a direct order.

At the same time, there's no denying that the poor young woman needs air to breathe. Her gaze is losing some of its intensity, glazing over as she starts to fade. Luckily for her, Whitley is getting close to cumming, and Winter and Penny have both been trained to be able to tell as much.

"Ms. Polendina, our Master is about to cum. Assume the position."

"Of course, Specialist!"

There's something absolutely beautiful about what happens next, in Whitley's not-so-humble position. First of all, Penny abruptly yanks Ciel off of his cock, leaving the dazed, dark-skinned Cadet panting for air as her tongue hangs cutely out of her mouth, her chest heaving up and down within her spittle, saliva, and drool-soaked top.

The gynoid hurriedly places Ciel's face right next to her own, so that their cheeks are pressed together as she somewhat mimics her teammate's expression, opening her mouth and sticking out her own tongue as well. And then, coming down onto her knees right on the other side of Ciel is Winter Schnee. The Atlesian Specialist kneels right alongside the Cadet and presses her own cheek against Ciel's faces as she too tilts her head back and sticks out her tongue.

The view alone would probably have been enough to send Whitley over the edge, but he hadn't trained his pets to leave anything to chance. Lifting up a hand apiece, Penny and Winter take hold of his cock and stroke different parts of it at the exact same time. In moments, his throbbing, spit-slicked member begins to ejaculate all over the three beauties' faces and tops as Whitley tosses his head back in a loud, pleasure-filled groan.

Ciel flinches back of course, but sandwiched between the more willing of his servants, she can't actually get away, especially not with Penny's other hand still fisted in the back of her hair. Instead, her flinch gets her nowhere, and she receives the lion's share of his seed upon her face and her chest, while Penny and Winter receive no small amounts of cum across their fronts as well.

By the time Whitley is done cumming, the three look absolutely fantastic, and he leans back in his chair, smiling contently as he watches them begin to play. Or rather, Penny and Winter begin to play, turning their heads and beginning to lick his cum directly off of Ciel's face… even as their hands start to work open the dark-skinned Cadet's uniform.

Finally able to speak again, albeit in a voice that's raspy and croaky from the abuse her throat was put through, Ciel whimpers and finally deigns to protest.

"S-Specialist Schnee, t-this seems h-highly inappropriate…"

Pulling away for a moment with a scoff, Winter looks down the end of her nose at the Cadet, her gaze somewhat frosty.

"Nothing is inappropriate for the pleasure of our Master, Cadet Soleil. Do you disagree?"

Fidgeting, Ciel glances up at Whitley before shaking her head slowly, a task made somewhat difficult by Penny's insistent tongue still on the other side of her face.

"N-No, but… this is…"

Winter just cocks a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"What? Not pertaining to his pleasure? You misunderstand, Cadet. Everything we do before our Master is for his pleasure. I and Ms. Polendina are not cleaning you with our tongues for your sake or ours… but to prepare you for your next encounter with Master Schnee. Is that understood?"

Finally, Ciel glances to Whitley's crotch, where his cock is already growing hard again, given that he's watching two beautiful babes tag team a third equally beautiful babe between them. The dark-skinned Cadet flushes in realization and embarrassment at the fact that her humiliation is far from over. Ducking her head in shame, Ciel answers quietly.

"Y-Yes Ma'am…"

She tries to contain her voice as Penny and Winter both lick her chocolate-colored skin clean of his cream and strip her naked. Off comes the official-looking Cadet uniform she's wearing. The plain white shirt with gold buttons and an asymmetrical collar, the blue combat skirt with a black waistband, the elbow-length fingerless gloves., and even the white, gold-buttoned boot chaps.

All of it comes off, until she's kneeling before him naked wearing nothing but her adorable blue beret. Whitley had given an order that it was to stay on earlier, because frankly… he loved women in uniform almost as much as he loved them out of it. So why not have the best of both worlds, right?

Once Winter decides Ciel is 'prepared enough' for his use, his big sister gives a single nod before following it up with a simple order.

"Assume the position, Cadet."

With a lifetime of instruction on how to please her Master forced into her head by Whitley's powers, the reluctant dark-skinned Cadet can only shudder as she turns away from him and presents him with her gorgeous, toned backside. Lifting her hips as high into the air as she possibly can, Ciel arches her back as she exposes her soft, puffy pussy lips to Whitley's gaze.

Staring at them, his cock rock hard, the young man considers for a moment. A moment is all Winter needs to growl down at Ciel in annoyance.

"Arch your back better! Face down to the ground, Cadet! Ass higher in the air! What is this half-assed shit I'm seeing?!"

He holds in the urge to chuckle, even as Winter accompanies her orders with none-to-gentle smacks to parts of Ciel's gorgeous naked body. The last bit being a harsh smack to the poor Cadet's backside that draws a very feminine squeak from the regimented young woman as her ass does lift at least another half an inch at the admonishment.

Deciding he's waited long enough to enjoy his latest conquest, Whitley abruptly stands. Winter quickly backs away of course, as does Penny, the two of them kneeling there on either side of Ciel's head as they watch their dark-skinned comrade get what's coming to her. Grabbing her by her firm backside with both hands, Whitley places his wetted erection against her slick slit. She's only a little moist at best, likely from the reluctant arousal she'd had forced upon her when Penny and Winter were licking her clean and stripping her down and 'accidentally' groping her here and there.

No matter. A simple change to the glyph on the Cadet, and Whitley thrusts in to the sound of Ciel Soleil's exquisite, orgasmic screams. As she cums her brains out from the very first thrust, Whitley grins wickedly, knowing that it's going to be awfully hard for her to maintain her reluctance and irritation with this current 'mission' after he finishes rocking her world. Her new sensitivity is Whitley-specific too, so it will only be his touch, his cock that drives her absolutely WILD!

Squeezing her ass cheeks for good measure, Whitley settles in to fuck the dark-skinned young woman with all his might, even as Ciel completely and utterly loses any semblance of composure that she still had beneath him. Face down, ass up, the Cadet squeals and shrieks and creams herself again and again like a slutty little whore, eyes rolling around in her head as her entire body shakes and spasms with every climax.

Her hands claw at the floor to no avail, even as her now-sopping cunt clenches and squeezes down hard around his thrusting, pistoning meat log. Whitley groans as he bottoms out inside of Ciel over and over again, slamming up against the entrance of her womb, pounding into her cervix with reckless abandon. She can take it after all, she has her Aura unlocked. She's a huntress-in-training and a Cadet with the Atlesian Military… if she can't handle this, she doesn't deserve to be called either.

His big sister Winter just smiles as she leans back and watches the exchange. So does Penny, though there's no denying that the gynoid is a little jealous, visibly so. She wishes that it could be her, taking his cock face down, ass up. She wishes she could be his horny bitch, like Ciel is fast becoming beneath him right now. Whitley knows this because he's made sure his pet robot will desire such things. Soon enough, he'll see about constructing her a new body with ALL of the proper functionality for her life of service as his toy…

For now, though, Whitley focuses on the task at hand. Dominating and properly breaking down Ciel Soleil. The Cadet is still squealing beneath him, but her voice is growing quieter now. A glance down shows why, from what he can see of her face, her eyes are rolled up in her head and her tongue is lolled out of her mouth, wagging against the ground.

The sight, combined with her constantly clenching cunt around his pistoning prick sends Whitley right over the edge. With a loud groan, the young man buries himself ball's deep inside of the dark-skinned Cadet's tightening twat and pumps a nice, thick load of his seed into her womb. With any luck, the first time will be the charm and she'll be pregnant with his child soon enough. If not, well, he can always try again.

Pulling out of Ciel's creampied cunt, Whitley sits back down with a thump, letting out a pleased sigh. Winter is quick to drag Ciel away, while Penny merely kneels before him and puts her mouth on his cock, sucking as much of his length as she can with her currently limited body as she hums pleasantly, sending vibrations along his shaft.

As a portable cocksleeve goes, Penny is certainly a pleasantly shaped one. Smiling down at her for a moment, Whitley ultimately looks away, even as Penny continues to suck, turning his attention towards… other matters.

After all, while he'd certainly just had a lot of fun playing with Cadet Soleil and making her one of his toys, it wasn't all fun and games. He certainly hadn't been fooling around the entire time. No, this was in fact a little reward for just how hard he'd been working this past week. He'd spent so much of his time at the computer, trying to figure out more about the mystery enemies knocking at the gates and what they were doing with their unfettered access to the CCT system.

He'd learned a lot, and yet, despite having so much intelligence, manpower, and also the element of surprise at his back, he wasn't quite sure what he should do, exactly. He had the resources, he had the personnel, and he knew the primary objective of the enemy… but what he lacked most was knowledge about the enemy themselves.

That was what he'd been doing of late, narrowing down the list and taking what he DID know about them to figure out exactly who he was up against here. Given the fact that they'd used their access in the CCT system so far to fix the upcoming one on one matches of the Vytal Festival Tournament… it seemed almost likely that the culprit had to be participating in the tournament. Most likely, they came from one of the visiting schools as well, rather than Beacon itself.

His best guess was that they weren't necessarily trying to WIN the tournament… but merely hoping to cause enough of a commotion to stir up discord and negative emotions among the audience of the Festival, so that the Grimm would once more be drawn into Vale, not unlike with what happened regarding Roman Torchwick and the Breach a while back.

Thinking about that had reminded Whitley of something of a coincidence… the fact that both Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai had been around for the incident. While it might merely be a coincidence in that context alone, it became enemy action when backed up by the fact that they just happened to be set up in matches against opponents where their skills and styles easily won them their fights.

There was also the fact that, compared to every other competing team, their team had the littlest amount of presence. Their leader, one Cinder Fall, was barely ever even seen outside the Beacon guest dorms, while the fourth member of their team might as well have been a ghost, vanishing after the first round. More than that, this mysterious fourth member had never been seen or heard of beforehand, and still hadn't been seen since.

Given just the sort of resources Whitley had at his disposal, of course he'd investigated further. Finding out everything he could from anyone who had seen her, including the opposing team that had so easily lost in the first round. The most crucial information he'd gotten there was that her eye color had changed from all green to brown and pink for a moment during the fighting.

That's all Whitley needs to hear. Knowing only one person with that sort of eye color, not only does he now know his enemies better, Whitley has found an angle to play to his advantage. He needed more information, he needed more control… and that's exactly what he would have, soon enough. As Penny continues to vibrate along his cock, Whitley watches Winter step back up to his side, his pregnant sister having handled her comatose subordinate and then returned to him.

"… I'm still not entirely sure about this, Master. It's dangerous, is it not?"

Whitley hums, smiling slightly at Winter's worry for him. He inclines his head in her direction in acknowledgment of her words, because in the end, she's right.

"It is… but it needs to be done all the same. I can't be safe all the time, Winter. Taking risks is a part of life, even for one such as me."

Frowning, his big sister lets out a sigh as she moves behind him and begins to give him a stellar shoulder massage. Combined with her skilled hands and Penny's robotic mouth, Whitley is in a world of pleasure as he leans back into Winter's touch.

"I still don't like it. I don't… I don't know what I would do with myself if anything happened to you."

Hm, that was a good point. If anything happened to him… perish the thought, but all the same, he should have a plan in place, just in case the worst came to pass.

"… If something happens to me, live. You will live on, Winter Schnee, and you and the others will raise my children to the best of your abilities. You will endeavor to continue my plans, to maintain my goals, and to accomplish the objectives I have set out before myself. If something does happen to me, you and all the others will be my legacy. Is that understood?"

Winter's fingers twitch a little as they continue to dig into his body, releasing the tension in his neck and shoulders. But in the end, she lets out a sigh and gives her affirmative answer.

"Yes Master. Your will be done."

Whitley just smiles at that. His will be done indeed…

-x-X-x-

It was dangerous, what he was doing. But how could he not, when the enemy's plans were moving apace, and this was his best opportunity to stop them? At the end of the day, Whitley was sticking his neck out yes, putting himself in the executioner's line of sight, and he might just get his head lopped off for it… but if he could succeed, well then, everything would be different.

Seated in the same back room where he and Junior met in order to finalize their deal and his purchase of Junior's club, Whitley waits patiently for his next meeting to arrive. Seated where Junior was sat when they met, the young ambitious Schnee smiles and gropes at the two beautiful twins doing their level best to distract him and keep him entertained.

Miltia, the shy one, is bobbing up and down on his cock with a lot less shyness and a lot more enthusiasm, choking herself on his dick even as she swallows him whole, again and again and again. She keeps her eyes on the prize, or perhaps is simply too embarrassed to look him in the eye, because her gaze remains focused on his cock as she slurps and sucks at it, going cross-eyed in the process.

Meanwhile, Melanie, the more outgoing sister, is the one he's currently groping the most aggressively. She's currently all over him, draped on the arm of his chair and half onto his leg as well as she runs her soft, pillowy lips down along his jawline and neck, moaning as he squeezes and kneads the ass cheek in reach of his hand. She wiggles about in his embrace, even as Whitley waits for the door to open and his… guest to be admitted to the back room.

When it finally does, Whitley has to admit to tensing up just a bit, though he doesn't let any of his nerves show outwardly. As Junior steps into the back room with a familiar short stack behind him, Whitley has to admit, he's being very, very reckless right now. After all, Neopolitan is a known killer and accomplice of the criminal mastermind Roman Torchwick. More importantly, if his intelligence is correct, her semblance is illusion based. Most importantly of all, she's not at all under his control.

Which means, if she wants to make a go at assassinating him, she could. Now, he'd like to think his Aura would hold up long enough for him to realize what was happening and escape with his life… in fact, that's the main reason he was okay setting up this meeting in the first place. But the fear is still there, even as he swallows it down and forces himself to seem as implacable and calm as ever.

Despite his words to Winter about taking risks being a part of living life, this is in fact the first time Whitley has been in real danger for… years, potentially. Still, he has a plan, like he always does. And the young man didn't get where he was by not following his own plans.

"Ms. Neopolitan. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. I wasn't sure if you would come.

He's still not sure if she's come, this could be an illusion after all, but for now he operates under the assumption that this IS her. He speaks in a clear, calm, and concise tone, even though the twins are still tending to his needs. Miltia continues swallowing his cock, though a bit slower now so as to not choke and gag as much and make too much noise. Melanie on the other hand is as aggressive as ever as she nuzzles his neck and gives the diminutive short stack a look like Neo has somehow invaded her territory, or something.

Stepping up to the other side of the table, Neo smiles politely, but does not take a seat. Instead, she twirls her parasol around onto her shoulder and cocks a hip out at the same time that she lifts an eyebrow at him inquisitively. Obviously asking exactly why he's requested this meeting in the first place. Whitley doesn't bother with stringing her along… he has a fairly good idea of how both Neopolitan and Torchwick operate. The amount of data he has on… everything that's been going on in Vale these past few months does NOT paint a pretty picture. It's time to lay his cards on the table.

"I want to offer you and your partner the world, Ms. Neo. I want to grant Roman Torchwick his freedom and my protection if he'll have it."

His opening salvo gets something of a reaction from Neo. Her mismatched eyes widen slightly, before she schools her face into something of a placid expression. Then, her bedeviling smile is back as she brings up a finger and taps her lips for a second, as if deep in thought. Finally, the multi-colored half-pint twirls that same hand in the air, the universal gesture for him to continue. So, Whitley does.

"As you well know, I am Whitley Schnee, CEO of the Schnee Dust Corporation. Please don't take me for a braggart, I merely preface what I'm about to say with that so you might take me a bit more seriously when I admit… I know exactly what's going on here in Vale."

Neo stares at him, silent, and Whitley half-expects an invisible attack from any angle at any moment. When one doesn't come, when the illusionist SEEMINGLY stares right where she is, he continues speaking.

"I and my people have been looking into all that's been going on these past few months, as well as the bigger picture behind it all. Don't take this the wrong way, but I suspect that I have more knowledge of what dear Cinder Fall is after then you or Roman by now."

THAT name drop gets more of a visible reaction, Neo flinching and going wide-eyed at his knowledge. But Whitley just bull dozes forward, intent on getting his point across before she decides to try and kill him to keep everything a secret, or something equally foolish.

"What Cinder is after… it's clearly far above yours and Roman's paygrade, my dear. And let's be forthright with each other for a moment… I highly doubt either of you are being paid much beyond the right to breathe at this point. Am I wrong?"

Neo is stiff, even as she looks at him. Slowly, she glares and plants her hands palm down on the table in front of him. Whitley doesn't miss the way this leaves the end of her parasol pointed vaguely in his general direction. But he's not worried about that, or at least doesn't show his worry.

"I imagine you want more information, confirmation even that I'm telling the truth. Know this… Cinder Fall attacked the Fall Maiden on the road a few months back, nearly succeeding in stealing a set of magical powers. She got halfway there before being driven off. What Cinder wants from all of this, is the rest of those powers. She wants access to the comatose form of the Fall Maiden so she can complete her theft.

Whether Neo knows any of this or not, Whitley can tell that his knowledge rocks her more than a little. Still he forges onward, not done just yet with his revelations.

"I already have access to the Fall Maiden, as well as the Vault. I can, if I so choose, steal everything out from everyone's noses before Cinder's great big plan can even come to fruition. I think you know the truth of the words I speak when I say it's quite obvious that we're all being treated like pawns on a chessboard. Whether its Cinder and Ozpin who are the players, or some powers even greater then them… I for one am not the kind of man who simply falls in line, whether I'm treated as a pawn or the King itself."

Leaning forward, Whitley bares his teeth at Neo in a vicious smile.

"I'd much rather flip over the entire board and cut the throats of those would-be players trying to attach strings to me. Wouldn't you?"

Something like a vicious smile flashes across Neo's face as well, and even though she disappears it just as quickly, Whitley knows she agrees.

"I want to offer you and Roman my services. I want you to change teams, not to Ozpin and whatever he's got going on, but to me. Together, we can put an end to all of their machinations, we can make sure Roman is finally no longer at risk of losing limb or life, and we can stop Cinder Fall and her machinations once and for all."

Whitley pauses for a moment. He doesn't bother asking Neo for her opinion, or demanding she give him an answer right then and there. No, he's got another trick up his sleeve still. Lifting his hand, he smiles as Neo's mismatched eyes track to it.

"To that end, I've prepared a gift for you, my dear. I've heard you had run ins with a couple of these particular women in the past… well, now they wish to say sorry."

And then he snaps his fingers, and the door behind the short stack swings open again as Team RWBY steps inside single-file, dressed in nothing but extremely sexy, ultra-slutty stripper wear designed by Coco herself. Wearing what effectively amounted to lingerie made for being torn off, the members of Team RWBY are all quite… exposed, as they line up next to each other, standing there as Neo turns to regard them, her eyes widening once again.

"Go ahead, girls. Apologize."

Blushing profusely, all four of them, the members of Team RWBY nevertheless begin to move their bodies. Their 'apology' comes in the form of giving Neo quite the slutty show, even as they begin to strip naked. In the process, they approach Neo, slowly, non-threateningly. To be fair, not a single one of them is armed, and that much is obvious given how scantily clad they all are.

They don't dare kiss Neo, but they do rub and brush up against her. They run their hands across her shoulders and down her arms. All the while, they continue to strip down, until pieces of Coco's painstaking work litter the floor and the members of Team RWBY are all but naked and grinding against both each other and the woman they've been told to pleasure. Because really, that was what Whitley had ordered them to do, in not so many words.

When Neo finally moves, it's to lash out and grab Yang by her beloved and cherished hair. Though at this point, Yang Xiao-Long is a human pig of a woman, a pain slut with a masochism fetish a mile long. As Neo drags her in for a domineering kiss, Yang is already moaning, writhing beneath the shorter woman's touch, happily submitting to the pain and punishment that the multi-colored criminal is giving her.

It's obvious almost immediately that Neopolitan is something of a sadist. But then, Whitley already sort of knew that. Either way, her sadistic tendencies eagerly latch on to the masochist he's turned Xiao-Long into. As a result, Yang gets the majority of Neo's attention in what follows. Ruby, Weiss, and Blake all play their parts of course, but it's Yang who gets savagely kissed, her lower lip bitten by Neo hard enough to draw blood. It's Yang who gets shoved to her hands and knees in order to bring her level with Neo's crotch, forced to eat the half-pint out.

That's about the time that Whitley realizes… Neo is using her semblance to appear clothed. Was she never clothed, had she removed her clothing without anyone noticing at some point? In the end, it didn't matter. Yang's face was going right through the illusion, and from the slurping lapping noises as well as Neo's silent moans, it was obvious she was using her tongue to pleasure the shorter woman.

It was also obvious by this point that Neo really was over there, getting pleasured by all of Team RWBY and more specifically, getting eaten out by Yang. Whitley still watches for a little while longer to be sure, but with such knowledge in hand… he's finally safe to act. Sending out a small glyph in the distracted criminal's direction, Whitley watches as it seemingly settles beneath her hair, upon the nape of her neck.

Still not breathing out, despite his apparent success, Whitley uses his power to test whether or not he's actually made a… connection with Neo. He prompts an orgasm, a simple enough response that she wouldn't even really notice given the current onslaught of pleasure she's under. When he does so, he watches as Neo tilts her head back in a silent cry. No sound comes from the mute criminal, but she's definitely cumming her brains out, her entire body shaking as she squirts pussy juices all over Yang's face.

It'd worked… it'd actually worked. Just to make sure, Whitley triggers another three orgasms and watches as the mismatched eyes of the half-pint roll back in her skull altogether and she passes out from the explosion of pleasure. With Neo falling unconscious comes the departure of her illusions. As her semblance deactivates, her clothes shatter like so much glass, disappearing completely and leaving the gorgeous little short stack completely naked as the equally naked members of Team RWBY have to catch her before she can hit the ground.

Together, the four girls carry Whitley's latest conquest over to him, laying Neo down on the table just as she's starting to recover, her eyes fluttering open. But it's far too late for her… it was too late the moment that he managed to mark her with one of his glyphs. He hadn't been sure whether or not it would work initially, especially since he couldn't be sure it was the real Neo until after he'd distracted her with RWBY as strippers.

But once he knew he was looking at the real deal, marking her with one of his glyphs was effectively child's play. And now… now she was before him, sprawled out and looking up at him almost lazily. But Whitley knows better. Whitley knows that she belongs to him now, and that she's merely acting bored and disinterested because he's allowing her to act bored and disinterested. He's still the mute criminal's Master, she's still utterly devoted to him and incapable of betraying him… ah, but he does love it when his toys have a bit of a personality of their own.

Smirking, Whitley pulls Miltia off of his cock. Her nursing of his member all this time has been enough to keep him hard, but never enough to send him over the edge. Just as he preferred. It wouldn't have done for him to be cumming in Miltia's mouth in the middle of his conversation with Neo. Getting fellated by the shy twin was one thing, but actually getting off to her soft lips and eager tongue would have likely damaged his chances.

Either way, His cock is ready and raring to go as he reaches down and spreads Neo's legs apart, placing the head of his member at the entrance of her cunt.

"Time to seal the deal now, I suppose."

Neo lets out a silent sigh and rolls her eyes, before nodding her head. He's left her thinking that they HAVE to do this in order to fulfill the bargain she and him have struck to protect Roman and save the criminal mastermind from Cinder. Basically, Neo is obligated to give him her body, or else the deal isn't 'legitimate'. Or so Neo believes. Grinning, Whitley slides in to the short stack half-pint slowly but surely… and gives her a slow, torturous orgasm to go along with his first thrust.

Her placid face goes red and transforms into that of one experiencing pure ecstasy as he bottoms out in her admittedly small body with only half of his cock buried in her twat. His member hits her cervix… but Whitley is not one to be denied. Not in pleasure, not in life, not in anything. With a growl, he starts to fuck Neo harder, gripping tightly at her petite waist and enjoying the way her mouth opens in a silent scream of ecstasy as he fucks her on his cock faster and faster.

Without a voice to drown out the noise, the room is filled with nothing but his grunts, groans, and the sounds of his cock slamming home into her sopping wet twat, over and over again. Neo's disinterest quickly becomes feigned, and even that doesn't last long before she simply can't contain herself anymore. Eyes rolling back in her head, the multi-colored half-pint orgasms around Whitley's cock as many times as he wants her to, as he breaks her down and adds her to his collection, to his cause.

Truth be told, he has every intention of reuniting her with Torchwick, even as he fucks her as he likes. Sure, they hadn't ever actually made a real deal… but that was because Whitley cheated. He cheated and he took over before Neo could make a decision one way or the other. He stood by that choice, of course. He would do it again a hundred times before he'd give a killer and criminal like this little bitch the actual option of siding him with or betraying him to her current mistress.

But all the same, he would honor the deal he'd outlined with Neo. He would reunite her with Roman, and together the two of them would work for him from now on. Unlike with Cinder, neither of them would have their lives threatened while they were under his employ. After all, why would he ever threaten his pets? Why would he break his toys so that he couldn't play with them anymore?

Reaching up, he grabs and squeezes Neo's breasts in both hands, smirking a little as the sadistic young woman squirms beneath him, clearly unused to being on this side of the pain and punishment, and nevertheless enjoying it far more than she clearly cared to admit. It didn't matter though, because in the end, Neo belongs to him now… and soon enough, so will Torchwick.

Ramming through her cervix finally and entering her womb itself, Whitley keeps on fucking the illusionist for a little while longer as her abdomen bulges for his cock. Finally, though, he cums and he does so inside of her, positively inflating Neo with his load as he enjoys the look of wide-eyed mute disbelief at just how good she feels, wrapped around his cock and creampied by her new Master.

Chuckling, Whitley gently pulls back and lets Neo rest as he sits down again, staring at her with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Welcome to the family, Ms. Neopolitan. Now, someone get Neo here a scroll. We've got a lot to talk about, and I don't have the time to decipher body language."

Yang hands over her scroll to Neo, and the half-pint types in a quick message before enabling Text to Speech.

What do you want to know, Master?

His grin widening, just a tad, Whitley is sure there's quite a lot of avarice in his expression right now. Still, surrounded by his pets and conquests, he isn't too worried about it. This is the beginning of the end, now. Cinder Fall is moving her pieces forward, Ozpin is scrambling to react… but it's Whitley who's actually made an effort to stop things from spiraling out of control.

Now that he has Neo under his thrall, he can combine what she knows with what he knows. Which makes the response to her query quite simple indeed, in the end.

"Why… everything, of course."

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