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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
Chapter List
- 68
- 69
- 70
Contains: Ruby x Weiss x Blake x Yang x Salem (Cursed Pollination), Futanari (All), Futa x Futa, Creatures of Grimm (Draconic, Centaur, Lamia, Shadow Mimics), Dub-Con, Large Cock, Multiple Cocks, Femdom, BDSM, Spanking, Lighter than it sounds, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex

Content warning for implied Rape/Sexual Harassment (But not really). Still gets pretty heated though.

Salem drummed her long fingers atop the arm of her throne as she sat there. She sat adorned in a fine black dress with black and red trims. Her pale white hair was constrained in a smart peacock arrangement at the back of her head. Her mind drifted back to the events which had brought her to this moment.

She had led the attack on Atlas, perhaps her greatest enemy of all the Kingdoms, and had utterly defeated them. She had overrun the city of Mantle and forced those that had survived to either flee to Atlas or scatter into the unforgiving tundra. The forces of Atlas had been destroyed, their fleet smashed, and leaving what little else they had cowering in their ivory island. She had even taken the members of Team RWBY, petulant teenagers who had somehow been capable of resisting her, as her personal playthings.

These were the sort of things which happened when you had destroyed your enemy and utterly shattered any lingering hope of resistance. These were the sorts of things which happened when you win.

But even as she sat upon her throne, idly thinking of a world which was now hers, she could not feel at ease. Something seemed, off.

The source of that something was knelt between her parted legs. The crimsonette and silver eyed warrior, Ruby, was on her knees with her hands secured behind her back. The crimsonette sucked her lips around the head and shaft of Salem’s cock emerging from beneath the raised hem of her dress.

The Grimm queen could hardly say the experience wasn’t enjoyable, but there were different sources of pleasure to be found. There was the excitement that came with new experiences. The intimacy of being with a romantic partner. The satisfaction of seeing a defeated enemy brought down and so utterly broken, watching as they bowed and scrapped at your feet. There was also the intense euphoria which came from the pleasures of a skilled and enthusiastic partner.

Despite her initial reservations Salem could not help but admit that the girl was skilled. The way her lips gripped her head and her tongue seemed to dance from one sensitive spot to the next was utterly divine. The stark juxtaposition between her adorably innocent face and her whorish mouth only served to add yet another delectable layer to the illicit thrill.

The only time the girl relented her ceaseless attentions was to heap yet more fawning praise upon her lover.

“Oh Mistress, let me slather myself all over your big stiff cock” Ruby moaned breathlessly, and not just from sucking her cock. “Please Mistress, throw me down on the floor and take me roughly in whatever way you wish. Just please, allow this lowly human to be of use to you”

Part of Salem suspected this eagerness to be part of some self-preserving ploy in the hopes of saving either herself or her captive friends. But then her mind began to drift back to how swiftly they had surrendered after causing her so much trouble for so long. She had originally put this down to sheer incompetence by her underlings but now she wasn’t so sure. One tell-tale sign was the raging hard-on nestled between the crimsonettes quivering thighs.

When Salem had tried to threaten the young girl by saying how she would have her cast out bound and naked into the Grimm pools to be the plaything for her beasts she suddenly stopped. Salem felt a satisfied smirk rising to her lips. That was right up until the moment when she realised her captive was not actually frozen in place by fear. Instead, her silver eyes practically sparkled with unfettered excitement.

This was becoming a real problem. It was hard to maintain a façade of regal disinterest when your captive showed such little concern for fear or intimidation. It was even harder to do so when one had such an exquisite pair of lips, having abandoned their focus on the tip alone, working their way up and down the full length of your shaft.

Already undignified moans were beginning to escape Salem’s pale lips as the crimsonette touched against a particularly sensitive spot. Salem swiftly reached the point where she couldn’t expect to hold it any longer. Her hands reached down to grasp the back of the crimsonettes head, her fingers intertwining through her dark hair as she urged her on. She had her cock buried deep inside of the girl’s throat when she erupted, thick spurts of white spilling out into the crimsonettes waiting throat.

Salem slumped back in her throne, basking in the blissful euphoria as her orgasm began to overtake her. Salem glanced down as she watched her captive writhe kneeling in place in front of her, eagerly gulping down Salem’s release as her tongue lashed to catch every drop of cum across her cheeks. The crimsonette had even gone so far as to let loose her own spray of bright white cum across the floor of her mistress’s throne room. Her body quivered in the throes of pleasure, her chest heaving as she drew in the much-needed air that she had been neglecting.

“Thank you” Ruby panted softly as her downcast eyes stared towards the floor. “Thank you, mistress, for giving me this generous gift”

Ruby suddenly raised her gaze towards Salem, her eyes sparkling with delight as her flaccid cock began to rise with renewed vigour. “Please mistress, feel free to use me again as you wish”

In that moment, any lingering semblance of enjoyment Salem had been feeling in that moment was gone. Salem was still determined, in spite of the crimsonettes dogged resistance, to see her brought to heel. While other forms of physical and mental torture were well within her scope, she still found such acts to be somewhat distasteful. Messy, uncouth, an uncharacteristically blunt instrument.

Still, she knew that she could not stand to be beaten like this. Clearly, she would have to think of something different.

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Weiss Schnee. Daughter of Jacques Schnee and heiress to the largest energy, technology and weapons manufacturer in the Kingdoms. SDC weapons had been the backbone of the Atlas military and was one of the main reasons she had yet to secure total control of the Kingdoms.

The silver haired heiress was well known for her high and haughty attitude towards all those she met. Therefore, it seemed appropriate that as punishment the prim and proper noble woman was to be stripped naked and mounted upon her high horse where she belonged.

The heiress sat straddled across a solid, wooden triangular base with her hands bound to either side of the raised ‘head’ of her equine mount. Her weight continued to be carried by the peak of the base against her pussy even as her cock stood raging and erect in front of her.

A blindfold was wrapped tightly around her eyes. Her mouth was left open so Salem was free to enjoy her delectable screams of torment as she begged for mercy. The reality, didn’t quite live up to her imagination.

“Please Mistress, I’ve been such a naughty girl” Weiss practically moaned as she writhed and ground herself against the peak of her mount. “Please, correct my disobedient behaviour with the throbbing shaft of your powerful cock”

Salem bit her lip as she fought to stifle her swiftly growing enthusiasm. She had changed from her dress into something rather more, informal. A close-fitting black lace cupless corset, including matching gloves and stockings, which left her bust and the shaft of her cock free to hang between her supple thighs.

Salem paced her way around the bound and writhing captive laid out before her, fully admiring her from every conceivable angle. The Grimm queen clapped the broadside of her riding crop against her open palm, the sharp crack causing her captive to flinch in surprise.

The next blow was delivered right across the centre of the white-haired girls back. While fairly light as a first strike, it proved enough to elicit a sharp yelp of surprise from her captive.

“That’s it” Weiss hissed. “Punish me for being such a bad girl”

In that moment Salem was silently thankful for the presence of the blindfold, preventing her captive from making out the red tint that was fast creeping across her cheeks. Another two strikes, once across each of the girls’ lithe, pert buttocks. Salem let those strikes hang in the air as the burning sting seeped into her skin.

Salem stepped around in front of her. Another strike of her crop across the pair of underdeveloped bee stings which passed for breasts in her eyes. Salem teased down her cleavage, across her stomach and down the length of her raging shaft. Even through the crop Salem could feel the young woman’s unbridled desperation as it flared up inside of her.

The Grimm mistress reached out with her free hand, caressing along the top of her shaft while her crop continued to tease across the bottom. Salem could feel the white-haired beauty getting close, driving inexorably towards her release. Such arrogance, to think that she could cum of her own volition. Clearly, she needed more punishment to rid her of such an attitude.

Salem withdrew her crop and her hand, in spite of the muted cry of protest and the frantic movement of the girls’ hips as her perilous orgasm began to slip away. Salem, in her mercy, did not leave the heiress unattended for long.

Salem paced her way around the bound heiress, once more admiring her captive in all her frantic desperation. As she came back around her once more, she spied the supple roundness of the girl’s backside. The reddened skin had since returned to its natural paleness in the wake of her relentless chastisement.

Salem reached forwards to press the tip of her crop to the small of the girls back, eliciting a sharp gasp of surprise at the unexpected contact. The crop traced down, over her flawless white skin, before reaching the divide between her pert buttcheeks. Rather than follow the rise of the paired globes, the crop began tracing its way through the valley of her spread cheeks. She only stopped when the heiress let free an unconscious gasp of surprise which assured her that she had found what she had been searching for.

Changing tact entirely, Salem began to press the crop deeper into the valley of Weiss’s buttocks. The witch could feel the girl’s puckered asshole pressed against the head of her crop, defiantly resisting her intrusion. Salem pushed the tip forwards once more, but once again her resistance refused to yield. It seems that she would have to use, alternative methods.

Salem withdrew the head of her crop from between Weiss’s buttcheeks. Grasping it with her free hand she hefted the mass of her erect cock to nestle it between her pert cheeks. The bulbous head of her cock pressed against the puckered hole, determined to make good where her crop had fallen short. Yet despite the greater mass she had to wield, the heiress’s opening remained stubbornly resistant. Salem was quick to remedy that with a fresh blow of strikes across the heiress’s already tender cheeks. With each strike she could feel her captives resolve weakening, the ironclad hold over her muscles loosening in the wake of every blow.

The breach came suddenly and without warning. As the latest lash of the crop struck against her skin the heiress’s muscles weakened and the shaft of Salem's cock rushed in with such speed that the witch almost lost her balance in the surprise. Grasping the young woman’s sides for support Salem revelled in the ceaseless hold which now consumed her from all sides.

While there was certainly pleasure to be had in plundering the girls pussy, nothing could ever quite compare to the all-consuming heat and ceaseless grip of a well-bred girl’s arsehole. And now that she had overcome the girl’s futile resistance, she was determined to ravage her raw.

Grasping her sides for support, feeling the taut muscles tense beneath her creamy soft skin, Salem set about her conquest with unbridled vigour. She thrust her hips forwards, feeling the girls’ insides form and mould around the shape of her cock, until she reached the apex of her thrust. Only then did she choose to pull back before returning with equally enthusiastic intent. The same dance carried on, a ceaseless repetition of thrusts and counter thrusts, until the room began to ring with the harsh clap of skin against skin as Salem bottomed herself out inside of her.

Salem reached forwards with both hands to grasp a handful of the heiress’s pert mounds. The Grimm Queen showed as much regard for the delicate nubs as she had to the sanctity of the heiress’s tender asshole. Her hands grasped at them with hungry intent, as eager to tease and caress as they were to pinch and flick.

All the while she continued to pound ceaselessly in and out of the white-haired beauties ass. Her sphincter clung to her shaft every time she dared to retreat as though she were yearning for her sordid presence. Every movement sent a renewed wave of involuntary pleasure cascading through the heiress’s body. With every drive of her hips, she forced the heiress’s pussy to grind across the edge of her mount.

One final decisive thrust drove her deeply inside of the heiress’s quivering body. The tip of Weiss’s strained cock erupted in a shower of pearly white cum splattering across the polished body of her wooden mount. Salem followed swiftly behind, pumping each powerful ejaculation from her shaft until the heiress’s insides strained against the mass of the witches cum.

Salem drew herself free, in spite of the restrictive grip of the girls’ muscles, with a moist pop. Salem withdrew her hands from around the heiress’s waist, letting her entire weight be carried by her pussy perched on the edge of her wooden horse. A serene feeling of satisfaction passed through the Grimm Queen at the sight of the heiress’s hunched, quivering, panting body. After all, it would hardly do for one of her enemies not be laid low by her magnificent-

“More” Weiss spoke beneath her breath.

“What?” Salem asked in surprise.

“Please, more” Weiss repeated, a hint of panicked eagerness creeping into her voice. “I can’t take it. Please, give me more”

In that moment any small tinge of pity she might have felt was gone from her mind. Her only thoughts were for ‘How could this possibly happen?’

It seems that her misjudged attempts at leniency had been so ungratefully cast back at her. She would just have to resort to ever more drastic actions.

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Blake Belladonna, daughter of Ghira and Kali Belladonna.

The entire family had been a thorn in her side for years, resisting her subordinates attempts to use the White Fang to destabilise the Kingdom for her own ends. The reports she had received even included a tasty morsel about how the Faunus girl had run away, abandoning her team and scurrying back home under a cloud of her own selfishness. Upon learning of such ‘indiscretion’, Salem was quick to devise an appropriate punishment.

Salem lounged back on her throne, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips, as she admired her handiwork at play. The elusive huntress stood before her, bound and naked of course with her arms held above her head with her cock straining in front of her. Surrounding her, her punishment was being meted out by a group of Salem’s own creations.

After all, it would hardly mean much for the raven-haired beauty to be overtaken by just any adversaries (Aside from the usual terror, misery and despair which by this point had been thoroughly proven somewhat mundane). Instead, Blake found herself being overtaken, their hands reaching and caressing across every intimate space of her body, by shadow Grimm illusions of some rather familiar faces.

Shadow Ruby hovered above her. The young huntress’s cock pistoned in and out of the taller girl’s mouth with the same rampant enthusiasm as she applied to most everything she did. Her cock proved relentless in impressing herself ever deeper with each thrust and counter-thrust.

At the same time her hands grasped at the top of Blakes head, her fingers entwining themselves in the raven black locks of her hair. With her firm grasp of her friends head she would urge her forwards, slipping her cherry red lips across the steely black mimicry of her leader’s cock until the head teased against the back of her throat.

Sometimes she would see fit to loosen her grip, allowing her hands to travel up to tease the pointed tips of her Faunus ears. Salem watched with delight as they flicked instinctively each time she passed a particularly sensitive spot, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. The movement caused a vibration to resonate through her creature’s cock, no doubt a pleasant sensation if only her creations had any such knowledge of the concept. As it was, they were merely tools to serve her purposes.

Shadow Weiss was in front of her. The corrupted mockery of the prim and proper heiress showed little regard for elegance or decorum as she plunged her cock between her teammate’s pillowy breasts. It was with every determined lunge of her slender hips that she drove herself ever deeper into the valley of Blakes supple mounds. At the same time the creature was not above copping an ample feel of what the feline had to offer. Her dark hands contrasted sharply against the milky pale skin as she grabbed her handful of Blakes breasts to enjoy.

The pink rise of her nipples jutted out from between jet-black fingers. The sensitive nubs would either be left to strain against their hold or be clasped tightly between the shadow’s fingers. Such teasing would no doubt elicit a fresh gasp of surprise from between her lips were they not already so thoroughly stuffed with cock.

Shadow Yang was behind her. The oily black strands of the huntresses usually blonde hair rose and fell in time with her powerful drives as she wasted little time in thoroughly laying claim to what Blake had to offer. It was clear that, despite the absurdity of the situation, Yangs mimic was determined to prove herself the most dominant. The toned muscles of the brawlers’ abs clapped rhythmically against the swell of her impressive Bellabooty as the length of her cock nestled inside her supple ass.

Most would consider this relentless pummelling alone more than enough for one to endure, not even accounting for the teammates simultaneous attentions. But those people had not considered the full scope of the possibilities, nor the true level of illicit depravity Salem and her creations were willing to indulge.

This was why, while the brawlers first ample cock was making short work of her anal chastity, a second equally veracious member beneath the first was doing the same for her pussy. Despite having double the usual number of shafts to manage and holes to plunder it did little to slow the brawler or detract from the harsh reprisal she was inflicting upon her deserting teammate.

Salem had been content to simply sit back and admire her suffering. However, she didn’t particularly seem to be suffering. Quite the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying it. This was simply not allowed to stand.

Salem thrust herself to her feet in a single bound. With a harsh lash of her hand, she dispelled her creations in a cloud of thick black smoke. Blake collapsed to the floor as both the shadows and the restraints supporting her were dispelled. Blakes body sagged and heaved as she adjusted to the sudden emptiness inside of her.

Salem was not about to give her such a mercy as she seized her hands around the Faunus’s ample hips. Drawing upon her illicit abilities she reformed her pelvis to summon the fattest, longest and widest horse cock she could wield (One which would no doubt send stallions trotting away in embarrassment).

The underside of her newly formed tool clapped against the ample mass of the girls impressive Bellabooty with a moist thwack of skin against skin. With a powerful swing of her hips she drove her column of jet black meat between the two pale mounds like some illicit hotdog straining against the buns. Salem watched with a satisfied smirk as the ever-growing inches of her creation passed between her cheeks, only stopping once her hips pressed against her butt and the head of her cock teased against the centre of the Faunus’s back. Salem began to ponder whether her captive realised the full extent of what was about to be inside of her? Either way, she would know soon enough.

Salem drew her hips back while keeping a firm grasp of her ample buttocks, hardly a simple task whilst wielding such a monster as this, before pressing the wide flat head against her puckered opening. The sharp gasp of surprise was all that Salem needed to hear before plunging herself head first inside of the Faunus girls accommodating asshole. Reaching any deeper might have proved something of a difficult task, and so it would be were it not for her creation having already laid ample groundwork in anticipation of her arrival.

As it was, Salem found it a trifling task to slip herself ever deeper inside of the Faunus woman’s well accommodating rump. It was as her cock reached the half-way point that Salem decided to pull back, feeling the ceaseless grip of the Faunus’s muscles resisting every attempt for her to retreat. It was with an ever-deepening smile that she listened to the deep howls and the muted mewls escaping from between her pursed lips.

“That’s right you Faunus bitch” Salem cursed. “Hardly so smug now are you”

Salem emphasised herself with another powerful thrust of her hips.

“You thought that you could just run away again and ignore all of your responsibilities”

Another deep thrust driving her ever further inside.

“Well not under my watch you won’t” Salem hissed with a resounding slap of skin striking skin. “And here, your only duty will be satisfying my cock. Writhing, mewling and straining as I drive myself deeper into your whorish arsehole”

Salem had worked herself up into such a frenzy that she could hardly control herself any longer. The tip of her enhanced cock erupted across the inside of the Faunus’s tightly clenched hole, her hips pounding against the soft mounds of her Bellabooty as she made short work of thoroughly drenching her clenched insides.

Salem released her hold over Blake, allowing her to collapse forwards with her delectable butt still raised high in the air as though keenly inviting her return. Even though her shaft was not sustained by blood the concentration required to maintain it, combined with the physical exertion of her fucking, certainly took a lot out of her.

Salem dispelled the cock back to her usual size with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. The Grimm Mistress peered down at the quivering mess in front of her, Blakes rather underwhelming member continuing to strain against its limit despite the lingering evidence of her previous orgasms.

“Please, bring them back” Blake wheezed through quivering lips.

Salem’s smile only grew at the sound of her pathetic pleas.

“You care about your friends that much after what you did?” Salem asked softly.

The Grimm queen knelt down next to the Faunus girl, gently caressing the top of her head like the good and loyal pet she was.

“Don’t fret kitten” Salem cooed in her most reassuring tone. “I promise you that they’re already enjoying their own personal flavour of-”

“The cocks” Blake pushed past of her hoarseness. “Please, bring back the cocks”

Salem’s aura of calm was shattered, swiftly replaced by an overwhelming rage as the veins of her skin began to glow red with unbridled fury. She would not be beaten.

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Salem drummed the tips of her long elegant fingers against the arm of another of her rather less elaborate thrones. This after all was not a time for a display of gawdy elaborate showmanship. This was about taking back control. This was about showing the insignificant little whelps of this world that a woman who had so utterly humiliated the Brothers themselves was not one to be fucked with. Still, as she sat there looking about across the Grimm infested wasteland below, she began to wonder if this was being cruel even by her own loosely defined standards.

Still, there was nothing which could be done about it now. Order must be maintained. And an effective way to reassert control was with a directed application of force. And this application of force would come in the form of her own creations, the creatures of Grimm.

This was how Salem found herself sitting atop her throne, idly teasing her hand up and down the full length of her cock, as she peered down across the corrupted wasteland bubbling with pools of Grimm. It was amongst this sea of dark blacks and purples that four pale figures could be seen.

Weiss Schnee, the high and haughty heiress, was pinned face down into the dirt on all fours beneath the powerful, unyielding body of a futa centaur. The creatures’ heavy breasts heaved and its toned abs flexed with every thrust of its powerful body.

Between its back legs thrust a pair of enhanced equine cocks, not as large as her own largest creation but still eye wateringly girthful none the less. The heads of these impressive members were firmly buried between the girl’s pussy and ass respectively.

The curve of the heiress’s flat stomach bulged and swelled with every thrust of the creatures’ members. Such a feat would no doubt prove hazardous were it not for Salem’s influences. After all, it would hardly do for her captive to perish before she could have her fun with her.

At the same time Blake Belladonna, self-proclaimed freedom fighter (Terrorist), found herself in a rather pressing situation. She was after all being pressed from all sides by the muscular serpentine body of a futa Lamia. The creature had the shimmering black scales of her tail coiled around her, pinning her arms tightly against her sides. The split tips of the creature’s prehensile tail devilishly slithered their way between the creatures coiled body to seek out and plunge between the Faunus’s puckered lips. While her tails made short work of her ass and her pussy the creatures upper body loomed over her.

The Lamia’s human hands grasped firmly around her head as the spined shaft of their cock, jutting out from the base of their human torso, plunged deeply into her mouth. With her body so tightly bound the Faunus found she had little way to respond as the creature continued to thrust their hips forwards, driving the pointed tip of their cock against the back of her throat.

The true jewel in her display however were the two sisters. Although the blonde brawler Yang had yet to experience the fury of her chastisement, she was confident that this more than made up for it. After all, even she would be hard pressed to match the experience of being impaled on the dual shafts of a 12 ft futa dragon beast.

Despite the humanoid shape the creature’s scaly black skin, sharpened claws, snouted jaw and billowing black wings betrayed its bestial nature. The creature barely had to exert itself, allowing the blonde brawlers weight to impale herself atop the creature’s scaly cocks. It was then a simple matter for the creature to hold her under her arms and lift her like a feather weight nothing before allowing her to fall back onto the head of its shafts.

The discovery that Yang was also a futa ignited a most devilish idea that she felt eager to implement. That was where Ruby came in. Directly across from Yang her sister was being ravished by the attentions of a similarly endowed dragon creature. The young crimsonette was hefted up by her legs, her back pressed against the creature’s ample bosom as she rose and fell onto the creature’s stiff dick.

Uniquely however, Ruby’s dragon creature lacked the dual cock of her sister’s counterpart, leaving her tender young pussy untouched by the Grimms corruption. After all, such a tender and delectable place should be reserved only for those she loved most. This was how she found herself in such a depraved arrangement where she was being held up by the creature’s cock buried in her ass while simultaneously feeling the thrust of her sisters comparatively moderate shaft buried in her pussy.

Each lift of Yangs creature, whilst freeing her from her own impalement, only served to force her deeper into her little sister’s pussy. After all, what could be more devilish, rather than merely watching her little sister being taken by a snarling beast, than being forced to fuck her for herself.

Salem allowed a self-satisfied smirk to crease her lips as she watched the spectacle unfold before her. Surely this would be enough to bring her the sweet taste of victory.

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Salem was smiling again, genuinely smiling. This was something she hadn’t done in a very long time. She was right to be smiling though. After all she had come to the end of a stressful journey, one that she had not always been proud of, but one which had seen her re-establish her authority and once more bring her enemies to heel.

Salem sat on her throne. Her throne, in the heart of her throne room. And at the base of her throne knelt Team RWBY, her defeated enemies. There were no chains or shackles, such things were no longer needed. After all, Salem had won.

These girls had come here, attempting to de-throne her, and they had failed. They had attempted to resist her rule and they had failed. They had stubbornly clung on to their defiant natures even in the face of her overwhelming power and in that they had utterly, totally and completely fail-

“Please” Ruby pleaded beneath her breath.

Salem glanced down at her, her smile widening as she prepared to listen to their pathetic pleas for mercy.

“Please, send us back” Ruby said between quivering lips, unable to raise her head.

“Send you back?” Salem said with a haughty laugh. It was a tempting idea. Send them back to Atlas, some of their best and brightest, to be left broken and defeated for all to see. Perhaps this would be the finally blow to break their already wavering spirits. But could she really deny herself of her most favourite new playthings?

“Please, send us back” Ruby repeated. “…down there”

Salem's smile dissolved in an instant. All her pride and all her elation evaporating in a single moment. “What?” was all that she could bring herself to say.

“Please, we’ll do anything” Ruby pleaded, raising her head as tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. “Just take us back down to the Grimm pits”

Salem looked across in horror at the other three, still hunched over with their heads downturned. What she had taken as them being paralysed by fear swiftly took on a wholly different perspective. After all, fear didn’t cause you to jerk your hand up and down your cock or plunge your fingers deep into your overflowing pussy.

For Salem, any sweetness was now long gone only to be replaced by the bitter taste victory.

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

<General James Ironwood stood with his hands braced atop the operations table. The situation was about as dire as his worst fears could ever imagine and then some. Without the support of Team RWBY, despite their unorthodox methods, there didn’t seem to be much hope to->

Atlas Soldier: “General Ironwood. We have another creature heading towards us at high speed. On its back, it’s her”

<Ironwood and Winter rush out to the Courtyard. Through the snow whipping through the air, they can see the Dragon creature as it approached. There were no gun emplacements left to fire at it, no airships to intercept it. It simply made its way unchallenged through the heart of Atlas’s airspace towards them.

The creature landed heavily in the centre of the courtyard with a billow of upturned snow. The creature flared its wings as it rose full height in front of them. From behind its scaly neck, perched on its back, Salem stepped out.

The mistress of the Grimm stared down at them with unbridled contempt.>

Salem: “James. You sent your best against me in defence of a city you failed to protect. You let a group of children be captured in your last desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable and yet still you resist. Now, you’ve forced me to do something I never thought I’d have to do”

<James and Winter braced for an attack. They watched as the Dragon raised its clawed hand, opening its talons before dropping something heavily into the snowdrift. Fearing the worst James and Winter were reluctant to look at the no doubt grizzly spectacle.

But as the snow settled, they were met by the sight of Team RWBY redressed in their combat outfits. Their skins were red and bitten from the snow but otherwise they appeared unharmed.

While James and Winter struggled to make sense of it all the Dragon took flight with one powerful thrust of its wings before turning and heading back away from the city.>

Salem, calling after her: “They’re your problem now!”

<James and Winter were stunned into silence.>

Ruby rolls over in the snow, a massive grin on her face: “That went exactly as I had hoped it would”

Weiss, lifting herself up and brushing away the flakes of snow: “I will admit I can hardly fault the outcome. However, I really wish you could have come up with a solution that was not so, perverse.

Yang, cheering as she began making snow angels: “Woah! We beat Salem, yes we did!”

Blake, laying upside down on a mound of snow: “Can we do it again?”

<RWY, Ironwood and Winter stare in horror>

Blake still staring upside down at them, flatly: “That was a joke”
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The Remnant Armada