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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
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Contains: Glynda x Salem (Spellbook), Futanari (Salem), Salem is a human fucker, Abduction, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal sex, Vaginal Sex, Light rough sex, Repurposing item as dildo, Lighter than it sounds, Mild Insults

Professor Glynda Goodwitch allowed her glasses to slip further down the bridge of her nose as she stared at the papers laid out on her desk. Glynda reached up and removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes and she attempted to unravel the lingering fatigue. Grading term papers from first year students was one of the most interminable, and inevitable, parts of her job. Glynda glanced across at her clock, having never realised quite how late it had become.

Deciding that the rest of these papers could be left until tomorrow Glynda shut down her terminal, gathered her things and left her office for the night.

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Glynda listened to the regular clack of her heels against the paved walkway as she made her way through the deserted grounds of the Beacon campus. The cold night air bit at her exposed skin as she walked, a precursor to the fast approaching autumn just a few weeks away. Still she persisted, it would not be long before she would be back in the staff residence on the far side of the-

Glynda heard a noise behind her. She turned sharply, drawing her riding crop from her belt to face whatever was there. The professor found nothing in sight. Although usually vacant the late-night Beacon campus sometimes played host to student’s late-night practice in the training centre or nocturnal animals going about their business. Assured that there was nothing to been seen Glynda turned and resumed walking away.

Another noise disturbed behind her. Glynda turned to face the source only to feel a sudden strike across her midriff. She felt her aura overtake her body, protecting her from harm as she stumbled to the ground. Glynda’s first instinct was to pull herself back to her feet, only to find her muscles unwilling to respond to her. Glynda could do little but lay atop the cold stone ground as a ghostly silhouette moved into view.

“How disappointing” an unsettlingly calm voice spoke from the darkness. “I expected you to hold up better than that. But I guess I could always have my fun with you later”

It was moment later that the darkness finally overtook her entirely.

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Glynda felt herself stir awake. As her senses returned to her she became acutely aware of her arms being held above her head, secured by something around her wrists holding her to the ceiling. She was forced to support herself on the tips of her stocking clad feet, her heeled boots having been taken away from her. Any attempt at anything more involved than keeping herself upright caused Glynda to slip from her precarious perch, eliciting a painful strain in the underside of her arm.

Glynda looked around to find herself standing in minimalist stateroom including a bed, desk and closet all with a deeply shadowy colour scheme.

“She’s finally awake”

Glynda heard a voice behind her, a woman’s voice, softly spoken yet authoritative. Glynda felt a hand brush across the back of her neck, a shiver cascading down her spine at their cold touch.

The figure stepped into view in front of her. If Glynda was being generous she would describe the woman as darkly beautiful. She was dressed in dusky robes with pale white skin, flowing snow-white hair contained in a neat bun with a few loose strands down the side of her face.

If Glynda was not being generous she would describe the woman as the monstrous embodiment of all that sort to bring ruin to the few lingering beacons of hope in this world. Such seemed an appropriate description for Salem, leader of Grimm.

“I hope they weren’t too rough with you” Salem reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across Glynda’s cheek. Glynda shifted herself away, only serving to enflame her already strained muscles.

“You’d best stay put” Salem said. “I’d hate for my prize to come to any harm. Personally, I find the idea of torture distasteful. Although…” Salem reached forward to once again brush the tips of her fingers across Glynda’s swiftly enflaming cheek. “I’m sure there will be plenty of fun to be had getting inside of that pretty little head of yours, watching as all of those secrets come tumbling out”

Glynda remained defiantly silent in the face of Salem’s taunts. Salem circled around Glynda’s side once more. “I do love the haughty ones, they’re always the most enjoyable to make squeal”

Salem’s hand slapped sharply across the broadside of Glynda’s butt, the material of her tights and her pencil skirt doing little to diminish the force of the impact. Glynda fought to keep the surprise from her voice. Salem withdrew her hand before dropping it back onto Glynda’s butt with even greater force. Glynda tried to escape Salem’s next impact by thrusting her hips forwards.

Salem’s hand once more fell upon Glynda’s butt, serving to tip the woman off her precarious balance as her tights scrambled for purchase on the polished floor. Salem could not help but find the display amusing. Salem reached out to steady her captive, her actions proving not entirely altruistic as she took the opportunity to grope at her captive’s sides.

Salem’s fingers moved effortlessly across Glynda’s supple body, following the delectable curve of her front until her explorative hands came to rest over the blonde’s ample chest. Salem grasped Glynda’s breasts roughly, eliciting a stifled yelp from between Glynda’s lips. At the same time Salem pressed her larger body against Glynda’s back, trying to tip her from her perilous balance. Glynda was acutely aware of something long and stiff poking into the small of her back.

Salem stepped back to permit her captive a moment of blessed relief, allowing Glynda to regain her perilous footing. Glynda could hear the rustle of cloth behind her. Glynda dared to glance behind her, out of the corner of her eye she could make out an oily black pool of fabric, Salem’s discarded robes.

Salem sauntered into view of her captive, revealing her black lacy lingerie which had been concealed beneath her robes. Her ample chest rose perkily, enhanced by the form fitting cups of her bra. These cast a deep shadow across the flat expanse of her stomach, a rolling plain of similarly pale white skin. Nestled between the dark witches’ legs bulged a sizeable mass in the centre of her underwear. Glynda knew it was only a matter of time before what was held inside would be set free.

“I’m going to take such pleasure in having my way with you” Salem said with a delectable purr to her voice. Reaching forward she caressed her hand across Glynda’s cheek. “Maybe after I’m done I’ll keep you here, as a pet”

Glynda refused to be intimidated. Instead, the Huntress decided that the best way to resist was to put herself on the offensive. “I’d sooner get myself off from a pack of Beowolves” Glynda yelled, her gaze never faltering from meeting Salem’s deep red eyes.

The sudden objection threw Salem for a moment. But the Grimm witch, refusing to be outdone, soon recovered. “We will see if you remain so rebellious. Before too long you’ll find yourself writhing in barely restrained excitement”

Salem pressed herself against Glynda, her roving hands grasping teasingly. Salem’s fingers searched their way across the woman’s body, feeling her elegant curves moving beneath the material of her skirt. Salem's hand moved around to the front of the skirt, feeling the cold metal of the bronze button beneath her touch.

Salem released the first button with an expert flick of her fingers. Salem felt Glynda’s body quiver in reply. Salem released the next button, feeling the fit of the skirt beginning to loosen as it started to shift against her body. Salem released another button, the material now freely slipping across the smooth curve of her body.

Glynda fought to maintain her modesty as best she could. Glynda opened her legs slightly, only causing her balance to waver even further. Glynda could not hold it any longer as her skirt slipped from around her waist, revealing her deep purple underwear beneath thigh-high black stockings.

Salem’s hands were once more upon her, cupping her palm between Glynda’s trembling legs. Salem lifted her ever so slightly, ensuring some part of her weight was being carried by her clit pressed against the tips of Salem’s fingers. Glynda fought as best she could to resist even as her body’s natural impulse was to find pleasure in the act. It swiftly degenerated into a losing battle.

“I can feel your body quivering with excitement” Salem spoke into Glynda’s ear, her surprisingly warm breath passing across Glynda’s cheek as she spoke.

“Hardly” Glynda objected. “It seems you’re the only one getting excited”

Salem glanced down to notice her erection straining against the front of her underwear. Salem’s cheeks burned with a tint of redness beneath her pale skin. Seeing the growing tint forming beneath her skin, Glynda chose to press her advantage.

“What would your lackeys think of the high and mighty leader of the Grimm taking pleasure from a human” Glynda said with a defiant grin. “Human fucker”

“Be quiet!” Salem snapped in reply.

Glynda only taunted louder as she howled. “Human fucker! Human fucker!”

Salem was quick to try and wrestle the situation back, even as she could hear the falter in her voice. “You will obey me, or I shall be forced to punish you”

“There’s a bed right over there” Glynda indicated the spread with a shift of her head.

Salem considered her reply. “Very well”

Salem withdrew her embrace against Glynda. Reaching up she released the chain holding Glynda’s arms high above her head, her hands remaining bound. Salem snaked her arm around Glynda’s waist to support her as she guided her across the room, casting her captive onto the bed on her back.

Salem was swiftly upon her, crawling onto the bed beside her. Salem grasped the woman’s sides and rolled her over onto her front. Salem pulled Glynda up onto her knees, her pert round butt presented high into the air. Glynda could only imagine the sort of image she was presenting, the indignity of it.

Despite her own embarrassment Glynda could not help but feel her body responding unconsciously to the pleasure of the moment. Salem’s hands grasped Glynda’s cheeks, moulding and massaging the mounds of flesh freely as she wished.

Salem leant forward, passing a teasing swipe of her tongue across the surface of her stocking covered underwear. Glynda felt a sudden jolt of pleasure spike through her body. Even dampened by two layers of fabric she could not deny the thrill of the touch of the woman’s tongue. Glynda shifted as best she could to break free, her hands remaining securely bound, her legs pinned beneath Salem’s hold.

Salem traced the tips of her fingers along the seam of Glynda’s stockings, pulling down Glynda’s stockings with a pull of her fingers. The roll of the material across her skin, the brush of the cold air across her sweat speckled thighs only adding to the feeling.

Having done away with one obstacle Salem was not hesitant about removing the last one standing in her way. Grasping the lip of Glynda’s deep purple underwear, after taking a lingering moment to admire the dark patch between her legs, Salem withdrew Glynda’s underwear down her legs.

Once her underwear was taken off her legs Glynda tried in vain to bring her hands down to cover herself, reaching her bound hands between her legs. Such attempts at modesty proved a futile effort in her current position. The huntress’s distraction left herself wide open for Salem’s next advance.

Without warning Salem buried her face between Glynda’s legs, her lips wrapping around Glynda’s pussy. Glynda let loose with a deep howl of surprise, initially born of shock rather than pleasure. The deep moan soon turned pleasurable as the pale skinned witch’s tongue started working at the outer edge of her pussy lips.

Glynda could feel her composure swiftly deteriorating as Salem’s expert tongue began to delve deeper inside of her. Salem teased the tip of her tongue up and down the length of her lips, passing in seemingly random circles with every moment eliciting greater euphoria than the last.

Glynda suddenly felt herself becoming less confident in her own resolve. It seems Salem was determined to make her regret her previous outburst. Despite it all Glynda was determined not to allow Salem to know the truth of quite how close she was being overtaken. However, such truths were a hard-kept secret as she felt her entire body begin to quiver at each fleeting touch of her captors’ tongue.

But soon, just as quickly as she had started, Salem had retreated. Glynda collapsed panting onto the bed, her entire body trembling from the experience. She could only lay there listless, feeling the bed shift beneath her as Salem stepped off. Glynda even dared to entertain the thought that perhaps that would be the end of it. It only took the briefest of moments for Salem to demonstrate quite how wrong Glynda had been.

Glynda first realised this when she felt the familiar press of cool leather teasing across the curve of her exposed backside. Glynda had only a moment to process the implication before Salem removed any lingering doubt.

“Now, it may be a little tight with that other stick of yours already buried up there” the dark witch did little to hide the glee seeping into her voice as she spoke. Salem clapped the broadside of the item across Glynda’s bare cheek to emphasise her point, eliciting a sharp hiss of surprise from between her lips. “But don’t worry”

Salem sauntered around the bed to stand in front of Glynda. Salem brandished the crop like the trophy of a defeated enemy. Salem teased the crop across Glynda’s cheek. “I’ll make sure it’s nice and slick before it goes inside.

Glynda turned her face aside in a feeble attempt at resistance. All Salem had to do was reach up and grasp Glynda’s jaw in her hand, moving to trace the tip of the crop across Glynda’s pink lips. Glynda’s lips parted ever so slightly, all the invitation Salem needed to press the shaft of the crop inside.

Glynda could feel the smooth leather of the handle pass across the surface of her tongue. Salem removed the crop before once more returning it inside of the blonde’s mouth. Glynda felt her saliva moistening the shaft as it moved inside of her, each pass in and out becoming faster.

Salem withdrew the crop from Glynda's mouth. The witch inspected it with a satisfied smile as she paced around to Glynda’s back. Glynda inhaled a sharp breath as she felt the cold touch of the moistened leather pressed against the circle of muscle around the opening to her ass.

Salem let out a dissatisfied hum. “It seems it’s not quite wet enough yet”

Salem thrust her fingers inside of Glynda's weeping pussy, stemming the ceaseless release of wetness from inside of her. Salem curled her fingers inside of her, pressing against a sensitive point inside of Glynda and causing her to howl in surprise.

Salem withdrew her fingers from inside of Glynda, admiring the wetness she had withdrew from inside of Glynda. Salem reached down to tease her wettened fingers around the boundary of Glynda’s asshole. A small press was all that was necessary for the lubricated finger to pass the boundary. Salem passed her finger around in circles inside of Glynda, ensuring that the lubrication reached every space inside of her she could reach.

“That is sufficient” Salem withdrew her fingers from inside of her Glynda’s ass with a wet pop. Salem returned the tip of her crop to tease around the edge of Salem’s ass. Salem pressed the tip of the crop inside of Glynda, eliciting a hiss of surprise as her muscles were stretched to accommodate it. Salem thrust it in and out of Glynda’s butt rhythmically.

“You seem to be enjoying it, my little human crop sleeve” Salem continued to urge the crop as deeply as she could reach, relishing the resistance at each move of the crop inside of her. “But it seems a little small for your tastes”

Salem shuffled herself up behind Glynda. Salem shifted the crop one side, even as Glynda’s muscles refused to release it. Salem teased her cockhead across Glynda’s pussy lips, gathering even more of Glynda’s arousal as it dribbled along the length of her erect cock. Salem pressed herself inside of Glynda’s pussy, reaching almost half of her length before retreating. Salem advanced once again, reaching ever deeper with each thrust she took.

“I thought you were going to give me something bigger” Glynda protested hoarsely. “This little button mushroom you’ve found is hardly straining me”

Salem’s body tensed at the growing provocation. “You just wait and see”

Salem grasped her hands tightly around Glynda’s sides for support as Salem redoubled her thrusts inside of Glynda. Salem moved her hips with swiftly growing rhythm, offering her blonde captive few moments of respite before the next blow descended.

“Is that all?” Glynda chided. “Come on, do your worst you frigid bitch!”

Salem groaned in reply. “It’s clear you have to learn to respect your betters”

Glynda withdrew herself from inside of Glynda, swiftly followed by the shaft of the crop from inside Glynda’s ass. Grasping Glynda tightly Salem rolled the woman over onto her back, her full chest once more brought to attention as Glynda’s back was forced to arch by the press of her bound hands against her back.

Salem roughly tore the two halves of Glynda’s top apart, the delicate seams parting to reveal Glynda’s matching elegant bra underneath. Salem pulled the stylish undergarment aside as her hands descended roughly upon Glynda’s bare breasts, feeling the weight and heft of the mounds in her hands.

Salem savoured the reaction from her blonde captive, free to watch as her face contoured into flashes of ecstasy and pleasure as she moved. Glynda felt the erect bud of Glynda’s nipple beneath her palm, catching it between her fingers in her grasp.

Salem pressed her hips forwards as she once more entered Glynda’s warm pussy, feeling the clamp of Glynda’s muscles around her erection. Salem leant down to press her chest across Glynda’s face as she thrusted into her, smothering the huntress beneath her voluptuous breasts. This felt different for Salem than before, feeling the brush of Glynda’s engorged clit across the head of her cock. Salem soon fell into a pleasant rhythm.

The reality was that Salem had become so consumed with exerting her control over Glynda that the witch had not realised the predicament she had placed herself in before it was too late. While Salem continued to thrust into her Glynda had manoeuvred her hands free of the bindings behind her back. With Salem’s breasts still pressed firmly over her face Glynda was forced to blindly grope her hands in search of her target.

Salem’s thrusting suddenly fell still as she felt the touch of familiar hands behind her. More specifically, on her behind. Salem had little chance to react before Glynda’s long fingers had slipped effortlessly past the boundary of her ass. Salem focused her entire attentions on keeping herself still, lingering above Glynda for fear that any further disturbance would cause her to lose all control she had left.

“Have a taste, you top heavy cow” Glynda quipped from beneath the press of Salem’s breasts.

Glynda’s fingers curled upwards, brushing against the receptive cluster of nerves at her finger tips. Salem involuntarily thrusted forwards to escape it, hilting herself deep inside of her captive in an act with only served to expedite her undoing.

Salem’s fragile control was unbound as she let loose with a flurry of ejaculate inside of Glynda’s welcoming pussy. The sudden warmth inside her caused Glynda to swiftly follow suit as their two releases intermingled inside of her. The involuntary curling of Glynda's finger urged Salem on until she was drained entirely.

Salem fell lazily on top of her, having lost the strength necessary to hold herself up as she panted desperately to regain herself. While it may have been the result Salem had been expecting she could not bear to think that such a thing had been achieved outside of her own terms. And in such a profane way was almost inconceivable.

Salem raised herself on shaking arms to stare down at her captive. “You really are a dirty little whore” Salem said with unabashed glee in her voice.

Glynda tittered in reply. “I could say the same for you, human fucker”

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Glynda felt herself drift awake. With no regular day to night cycle it was hard to keep track of quite how long you’d slept in this place. Still, it hardly mattered now. Ozpin was always reminding her to take time off and, as strange as it would sound, she could hardly think of time better spent than in the bed of humanities most hated enemy.

Glynda shifted beneath the sheets, feeling the brush of the silken fabric against her skin. Salem always had the best taste in fineries. Glynda rolled over as she was met by a most beautiful sight. Salem was curled up beside her on the bed, her long white hair cascading freely down her bare back.

Glynda dared to reach her hand up to tease her fingers through Salem’s long locks, feeling the silky strands passing effortlessly between her fingers. Glynda lifted Salem’s hair aside, revealing her smooth back for her to enjoy. Glynda shifted closer as she pressed her lips to the nape of Salem’s neck tenderly, planting a seemingly random pattern of kisses.

Salem began to stir, rolling herself over to face Glynda. Salem’s eyes fluttered open to meet her gaze. “You were kissing me in my sleep again weren’t you”

Glynda smiled in reply. “I enjoy kissing you” Glynda shifted forwards to kiss Salem on her lips. “And I’m sure I’ll enjoy it just as much next time we meet. Then it will be my turn to take you”

“Yes, your turn” Salem mused. “Please try to be a little more, subtle, next time. Being tied up under your desk for over an hour while I listened to you delivering a lecture was almost too much for me to bear”

“Oh, don’t try to lie” Glynda kissed Salem once more. “You came buckets afterwards”

***************Authors Nonsense***************

<Glynda sits in her office reviewing reports. Her scroll vibrates. Glynda reaches down to check the message to find a selfie of Salem laid spread out on the bed with the dark bedsheets laid strategically across her body.

The message reads ‘Until next time’>

Ironwood: “Professor Goodwitch, are you busy?”

<Glynda snaps up to realise Ironwood had come into her office>

Glynda panicked: “James, I was just… reviewing some intelligence reports”

<James glances down and notices her unlocked scroll on her desk>

James, trying to be professional: “Interesting, intelligence reports, Glynda”

Glynda’s crop has so far gone unnamed in the series but I’ve heard suggestions as ‘Bad Jimmy’, ‘Obedience’, ‘Slap Stick’, ‘Crop Duster’ and ‘Master of the Hunt’ (That last one is most definitely rhyming slang).
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The Remnant Armada	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.

The Remnant Armada