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Pain. Pain began to kick in all around her as she found herself in the middle of absolute darkness. Her mind was a dizzy mess, struggling to remember what had happened. A stinging migraine pierced her skull, and her entire body was limp and weakened, hanging off the floor. A cold breeze sent shivers down her spine as she lay completely naked, her joints burning while she hung by her arms.
"What... what is... happening?" she thought to herself. Her hearing wasn't working well. Her eyes opened slightly to notice a familiar shape before her.
"Where am I?" she genuinely asked herself as she watched that figure begin to retract his arm, something sharp shining on it. Suddenly, it all made sense.
"Oh, that's right..."
Suddenly, the figure struck her. Its blade made a big but non-lethal wound on her abdomen as the adrenaline kicked in.
"I was captured," she said to herself as she lay there, beaten. A puddle of blood formed below where she was hanging as she was tortured by the hands of the lackeys of Salem. Still, surprisingly, she remained unbroken.
"NnnNnghh." She couldn't help but groan in pain. Her body was filled with cuts thanks to the maniac that was her torturer—Tyrian, or something like that, they called her. They constantly switched torturers to try to get the answers out of her, but despite all that, she didn't spell a single word.
"Aarrrrrghhh! Why won't you just break already?" the maniac screamed in frustration. Despite whatever he, that giant brute, and Salem threw at her, she didn't even flinch—even less when she saw the next blow coming, which shook the lights a little.
Her brain bounced in her head as memories began flashing through, remembering how she had ended here.
It was the fall of Beacon. Chaos, fire, Grimm, and death were all around her as she helped to fight back against the upcoming hordes of Grimm and Atlas security. But they were too many, even for an experienced Huntress like herself. Even the best of them eventually fell. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded on all sides by Grimm, expecting a very painful end. But it never came. Instead, she was taken, knocked out, and brought to her lair—wherever it was. They wanted her alive, although she did not understand why, until they finally decided to force the answers out of her: to find out where the relic of Beacon was hidden. Not that she knew the answer, but even so, she wouldn't give them anything.
The following days, or perhaps weeks, were spent being tortured by Salem or her henchmen, trying to extract the answers. But none would succeed. To the point that even the torture became somewhat boring.
"JUST TALK ALREADY!" Her tormentor was almost ready to strike her until he was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Tyrian..."
She was here, calling out to him, and immediately he pulled back from her body. Glynda couldn't see very well; her vision was blurred, but she could easily recognize that figure, that voice—red eyes and pale voice, no matter how blurry her sight was.
"I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I-I promise I will get the answers out of her. I just need—"
Salem wouldn't say a single word. She raised her hand slightly, and he fell silent like an obedient servant.
"Leave us. I will take care of things now."
Glynda's eyes began to blink. Her exhausted body finally gave in and began to pass out as she watched Salem start to approach. Then all was darkness. She fell into unconsciousness for who knows how long.
All it took was the burning feeling of a slap on the cheek to snap Glynda out of her dream. Her eyes, still blurry, suddenly flew wide open.
"Oh, good. You're awake," Salem said as she stood in front of her, holding her face by the chin, studying how her eyes began to slowly open and wake up. "Now we can continue with our business."
She calmly let go of her, letting Glynda compose herself as she began to walk in circles around her, waiting.
"Ughhh." Her cheek burned, but surprisingly, that was all. The pain in her body was gone as she opened her eyes to find it completely healed—as if she had not spent the past hours being tortured by that maniac.
At this point, it was not a surprise. Salem had magical powers beyond her, even ones capable of healing her. After all, that was the only way she lived so long. To make sure she didn't die in all the torture, the Grimm Queen always healed her so they could start all over again.
"So... I will ask you one more time. Where is the relic?"
But nothing would leave her lips. Salem gave her several seconds, but the gaze of Glynda remained determined, angry, and spiteful—the only things keeping her sane in this dungeon.
"...No answer again, child?" Salem said, not at all surprised, having already had this dance several times. "I must admit, Ozpin truly knows how to pick loyal allies." She said it with almost a nostalgic sigh, then began to smile warmly, like an amused mother as she stared at the witch. "Almost... can't say the same for Leonardo, though."
Glynda almost felt her heart skip a beat as she listened to Salem.
"He was rather eager to switch sides. It took very little convincing—that coward," she said with a sigh as she continued walking around her, letting her process all this information.
'N-no, that can't be. Leonardo wouldn't betray us... would he? That cannot be,' Glynda thought, shocked by this revelation, unable to believe it possible, yet why would Salem tell her this so willingly? It was the only thing she could think before being interrupted once more.
"Why do you make things so difficult for yourself, child?" Salem asked her, almost as if she was her mother, looking down at her and scolding her. "Ozpin is gone. Beacon has fallen. And the relic of Beacon will soon be ours, with or without your help." She cupped Glynda's cheek and slowly caressed it. "So, why don't you make things easy for yourself and tell me?"
There was a small pause between the two.
"If you tell me where it is, you have my word I will make your end a painless one."
Glynda wouldn't even think about that deal. She quickly pulled away and hardened her gaze to the queen's frustration.
"Mmmmm. I guess you'll pick the hard way." Salem quickly composed herself and began looking down at her. Glynda was quite familiar with Salem's torture methods; she had been hurt with all types of spells the witch was capable of, and it was quite painful. "I suppose we could torture you for many more days, again and again, until you finally break. But I have to be honest, Glynda... this is growing quite dull."
She almost paused, her red eyes shining, showing off her frustration as she turned around and began to walk away.
"So for this situation, I guess extreme methods must be used..."
For a moment, Glynda's mask of defiance broke. She looked a bit worried about what she meant by "extreme methods"—as if being tortured for days wasn't extreme enough. Still, she quickly composed herself and hid her worries.
"No matter what you do to me... you'll never make me talk," she said, somewhat exhausted as she hung there naked and still defiant despite it all.
But Salem wouldn't even seem worried. "Oh, child..." She slowly turned with an almost malicious smile, so uncanny that it was borderline terrifying. Glynda had never seen her smile like that before. Salem shook her head. "I'm not going to do anything to you."
She slowly turned around as behind her, a puddle of darkness began to form. Grimm hands shot out and formed a chair for her queen to sit on. Salem sat and crossed her legs with a certain amusement, as if she was ready to enjoy a show.
"I'm here just to watch."
She gently raised her hand as she sat on her makeshift throne of hands, snapping her pale fingers. The doors of the dungeon suddenly opened on their own, and someone—or rather, something—entered the room.
"H-huh?" Glynda watched as from the doors emerged a creature of Grimm unlike anything she had seen before. Its body was sphere-shaped, covered with bone-like plates and spikes, and below its spherical body carried six tentacles as it glided toward her. The thing resembled a disgusting jellyfish, but what worried Glynda the most was wondering what the hell Salem was planning to do to her.
"My little friend here can be quite persuasive. I'm sure you two will get along just fine..." Salem said, leaning back in her makeshift throne, held by the Grimm hands, while her eyes shone a bright red with a smile of amusement.
"What is this?" Glynda said, extremely confused, starting to worry as she tried to pull away, but her arms chained to the ceiling made it impossible.
"Oh, you'll see, child." A slight chuckle came out of Salem's lips as she watched the Grimm approach the naked woman.
Glynda struggled, trying to pull back, but the chains kept her in place as the creature stood—or rather, floated—in front of her.
"Ugh, get away, you disgusting—" She tried to kick it, but the Seer quickly dodged with ease as it closed in on her body and its tendrils began to move toward her.
"N-no... g-go away."
She tried to move her body away, to kick the tentacles, but the creature didn't even flinch. Its tentacles finally made contact with her skin, sending a shiver of disgust through Glynda as she closed her eyes.
"W-what... G-GET OFF ME! Mnngghh! No!" she said furiously, staring at the Grimm Queen, who just watched her coldly, showing no expression except for a small smile of pleasure at seeing one of Ozpin's most trusted allies in such despair. "G-get this thing off me!"
The creature quickly began to explore her body with its tentacles. Now, Glynda was no fool. At first, she thought the Grimm was going to hurt or torture her in some way, but she quickly realized it was planning something far worse.
"N-NO! NO!" She could feel the slick, squishy tentacles caressing her skin, beginning to take hold of her, coating her skin in a disgusting slime as they traveled through her body like snakes on the ground.
"U-uggh! N-NO! STOP IT!" the teacher demanded, trying to shake it off, but the beast didn't even flinch. Two tentacles gently wrapped around her breasts in a spiral, squeezing them and eliciting an unwanted groan from the teacher. A few began to travel downward toward her hips, some going to her back, traveling toward her buttocks, and a few slowly crawled toward her face, surrounding her neck and holding her face while she attempted to resist.
"N-Nnghhh! G-GET OFF OF ME! N-NO!" she said, closing her eyes in disgust, trying to move her face as a tentacle began to approach it.
"Oh please, resist more, child. He enjoys it more when his prey resists," Salem said as she slowly leaned forward, studying intently and watching the tentacles move lower. One began to quickly slither between her legs, while another began to enter the crack of her anus—something Glynda quickly realized as her eyes opened with pure fear.
"N-NO! NO! MAKE THEM STOP!" she begged rapidly, beginning to shake her body, feeling the tentacles on her breasts starting to squeeze her enormous tits, making her groan as the beast strengthened its grip on her, making sure she didn't escape. Its tendrils began to softly tease her entrances, making her squirm in disgust as she desperately tried to shake it off.
The tentacle on her face began to slither toward her lips, but Glynda quickly closed her mouth. Yet the Seer was persistent. It slowly caressed her lips, smearing its disgusting slime all over them, while another one started to tease her ear. Glynda at that moment wanted nothing more than to puke, feeling the thing's tendrils defiling her entire body. But she had to be strong. She wouldn't give Salem the satisfaction of seeing her completely broken. She wouldn't talk.
"I-I'm n-not telling y-you anything," she said with all her strength in an act of defiance.
But that defiance quickly died out as she felt a tendril starting to push against her pussy and another against her back entrance.
"N-No," she almost gasped, feeling a slight pressure against her folds.
Salem simply let out a soft chuckle as she watched her prey struggle, enjoying the show from her throne of Grimm.
"We shall see," she said as she lay back and watched fear take hold of Glynda's heart.
"No no no no.... no." She could feel her entrances naturally beginning to give in as the creature began to push in, and all she could do was one last scream before the inevitable happened.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed with all her lungs as two tentacles quickly pushed their way in without mercy—one in her womanhood, the other in her ass—making her arch her back as she had never experienced such pain and humiliation. Her walls were being spread wide open, the tentacles quickly slithering into her deepest insides. Her eyes watered slightly, but still, she wouldn't let a single tear drop.
"Nnnghhh... ñh... N-no... n-no mmghh." She couldn't help but groan and moan at the same time as she felt the two slimy appendages begin to move. The pain was unbearable, but it was the humiliation that hurt the most as she felt her breasts beginning to be massaged and squeezed, the tips holding them beginning to slowly tease her nipples, making them erect—something that only made her feel more disgusted with herself as she felt the slime of the tentacles dripping down from her holes.
"AAAAAAh... N-NO.. AH S-STOP!" She couldn't stop the moans from escaping her lips as the tentacles began to thrust in and out, finding a fast and brutal rhythm, filling her completely. The one in her ass slithered deep as if it wanted to explore her guts; the one in her pussy hit her cervix. The pain and unwanted pleasure mixed together into a twisted sensation that made her mind go blank for a few seconds, her body betraying her as the sensitive parts of her body made her gain pleasure from this disgusting experience.
"N-no... I... I won't... a-ahh." She tried to speak, but her words were cut short as the tendril on her face took advantage of a moan to slip into her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as she tasted the foul, salty slime, immediately trying to bite down, but the appendage was surprisingly tough, her teeth barely scraping it. The tendril wasted no time, pushing deeper, making her gag as it explored her throat, silencing her protests completely.
"N-gghk." She tried to scream, but it was useless. She was completely at the creature's mercy.
Salem watched with a detached interest, her fingers steepled beneath her chin.
"G-GHACK! GHUCK! GLUCK! GHUCK! GHACK!" Glynda couldn't help but choke, her entire mind on overdrive as she was overwhelmed by sensation, tears rolling down her cheeks as the creature fucked her with no mercy, its three tentacles thrusting into her holes while her breasts were being squeezed, her body being held in place by other tendrils.
"M-mmnhhgghh." She tried to speak, but it was useless as she choked on the tendril occupying her mouth, which began to thrust in and out of her throat with the same brutal rhythm as the ones in her lower holes.
"G-GHACK! NNNNGHHH!" She could feel her insides being rearranged as her mind began to fade. She felt so full, so stretched, so used. The Seer's movements were a relentless, mechanical assault. There was no passion, only a cold, methodical invasion. She could feel the slime coating her insides, a warm, sticky filth that made her want to retch. The tentacle in her ass was a constant, deep pressure, a violation that sent jolts of twisted, unwanted pleasure up her spine as it teased her most sensitive points. The one in her pussy was a brutal piston, its girth nothing special, but its tip was battering her cervix with each thrust. And the one in her throat... that was the worst. Fucking her throat without mercy, covering what little space she had to breathe, all the while another tentacle squeezed her neck just enough to make her choke more.
But the most humiliating part was her body's betrayal. Her nipples were hard points against the creature's tendrils, and a heat was building deep within her core, a coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with each thrust. She hated it. She hated her body for responding. She hated Salem for watching. She hated herself for not being able to fight back. She was being turned into a plaything for a monster and its mistress. And as she thought that, the coil inside her finally snapped.
"MMPHPHPHPHPHHPH!" She arched her back as hard as she could, her entire body convulsing as a powerful, unwanted orgasm ripped through her, her walls clamping down on the tentacles inside her as they continued to fuck her through her climax. Her vision went white, her mind going blank as she was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all while the creature kept fucking her.
"G-GHACK! GHUCK! GLUCK! GHACK! GLUK!" She choked on the tendril in her throat as her body betrayed her in the most humiliating way possible.
Salem watched, a flicker of genuine amusement in her crimson eyes, as she gave a small clap. The Grimm immediately obeyed, pulling its tendril out of her mouth, allowing her to breathe as she walked and stood before her in silence.
"..." She wouldn't say a word, but Glynda knew very well what she wanted to know. Still, it was hard to concentrate as the tentacles in both her holes kept moving, milking her post-orgasmic sensitivity to the limit.
"I-im... not... a-ahh... t-telling... y-you... n-nothing," she managed to say between gasps and moans, her body still convulsing slightly, her defiance still there, but weaker now, hanging by a thread.
"Hmm... good. I was afraid this was going to be a boring evening," Salem simply said, her smile returning as she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The creature immediately grabbed more tentacles and forced them down her holes, shoving three whole tentacles into her ass and pussy, making Glynda scream in pain and pleasure as she felt her walls being stretched beyond their limits, her mind breaking as the creature resumed its assault with even more intensity. Her breasts were being squeezed harder. The tips of its tendrils stopped rubbing her nipples as, out of nowhere, they opened in the form of the tiniest mouths, which quickly shot forward and latched onto her tits, starting to suck them as they squeezed her breasts.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" It was too much. Her body was on fire, her mind a haze of pain and pleasure.
"I wonder how long you're going to last," Salem said as she watched with amusement, her smile growing wider as she returned to her throne of hands to watch her being broken in the most humiliating way possible.
"A-AH! AH! N-NO! NOOOOO!" She would moan in a potent scream, her tits being pulled and sucked with such intensity that it was borderline painful as the three tentacles in each hole began to move in a brutal, coordinated assault. A wave of pure agony and unwanted ecstasy washed over her, her vision swimming. The Seer's tentacles moved with a horrifying synchronicity. As one pulled back, the others pushed forward, creating a ceaseless, overwhelming rhythm that left no room for thought, only sensation. The three in her ass stretched her wide, their movements creating a friction that burned. The three in her pussy were even worse, their combined girth pressing against her walls from all sides, their tips battering her cervix in a relentless, painful rhythm. The tiny mouths on her tits were a constant, sucking pressure, sending sharp jolts of twisted pleasure straight to her core while the tentacle on her neck began to squeeze a bit harder.
"Uuugghh! S-STOP... NNNGHH! NO! AH~ AH~ AH~" Her moans were now constant, a high-pitched, desperate sound that was barely recognizable as her own. She was a puppet, her body jerked and spasmed with each thrust of the creature's tendrils. Her mind was fracturing under the strain. The pain was a physical thing, a hot knife twisting in her guts. But the pleasure... the pleasure was a poison, a sweet venom that coursed through her veins, making her body arch and writhe in ways she couldn't control. She could feel another orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown her completely.
"N-NO! N-NO! NO... I-I... I'M..." She tried to fight it, to hold on to that last shred of defiance, but it was useless. The creature was too much, the stimulation too intense. With a final, broken sob, she shattered.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her scream was raw, a primal sound of agony and ecstasy as her second orgasm hit her, even more powerful than the first. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on the tentacles inside her as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, her mind going completely blank for a moment as the creature continued to fuck her through her climax.
Salem watched, her expression unreadable, a faint, cruel smile playing on her lips. She let the creature continue its assault for a few more agonizing minutes, drawing out Glynda's pleasure and pain, pushing her to the very brink of consciousness. Then, with a delicate snap of her fingers, she brought it all to a halt. The Seer froze instantly, its tentacles still buried deep inside her. Glynda hung limp, a ragdoll of flesh and bone, her body twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasms. A long, silent moment stretched between them, broken only by Glynda's ragged gasps for air as she tried to compose herself.
"So... are you ready to talk?" Salem's voice was soft, almost gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal scene that had just unfolded.
Glynda didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat was raw, her mind a jumbled mess of pain and humiliation. She just hung there, her head bowed, her body trembling but still refusing to even say a single word.
"Hmm... still so stubborn." Salem mused, her fingers steepling beneath her chin. "I'm almost impressed. Truly." She began to walk towards the broken teacher as she raised her hand and, with a flick of her wrist, the chains holding Glynda's arms snapped. The teacher collapsed to the cold, stone floor in a heap, the sudden impact sending a fresh wave of pain through her abused body. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, unable to move, her limbs refusing to obey. She could feel the creature still holding onto her, waiting for the command to keep fucking her while Salem just chuckled. "But I wonder how long you will be able to endure." She paused as Glynda, returning to her senses, gave her a look of pure hatred—something that amused the Grimm Queen. "We have all the time in the world to find out."
Instantly, Glynda's face turned into one of fear as she heard that word.
"W-what?" It came weakly from her lips as she watched Salem turn around and begin to walk away.
"I guess my presence isn't needed, so I'll leave you two to spend some time together." She raised her hand with a smug smile on her face as she turned to look at the terrified Glynda. "One week will be plenty of time to let you reconsider," she said, giggling softly and making Glynda's blood turn cold.
"A-a week with this thing?" she asked, but received no reply, watching as the Grimm Queen raised her hand ready to snap her fingers. "W-wait... n-no please, d-don't do this."
And then she did it, snapping her fingers and letting out one simple command for the Seer. "Continue..."
"N-NO! PLEASE! W-WAIT! A-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—MMMMPHHGHHNNN!!" The creature wouldn't waste any time. Its tendrils quickly returned to their work, thrusting into her holes, squeezing and rubbing her tits, and then, as she let out a mighty moan of denial, the Seer quickly shoved its tentacle down her throat and began to face-fuck her, silencing her. She was being fucked in all her holes at once, the tentacles working in sync to deliver maximum pleasure. Despite her situation and the circumstances she found herself in, her body betrayed her, arching her back and pressing against the creature in an instinctual plea for more.
'N-no, I-I can't enjoy this...' She couldn't deny the pleasure, not with every nerve ending alight with sensation. The tentacle in her mouth thrust deep, filling her throat and muffling her cries of ecstasy as it intensified its thrusts until she came again and again for what felt like hours. All the while, Glynda lost all control of her body as it seemed she was now completely at the creature's mercy.
'I-it's too much... too much.... t-this is so wrong.' But the creature didn't stop. It seemed determined to break her and make her submit completely. 'I-I have to endure this for a week?' she asked herself, horrified, as she tried to endure the pleasure, not submitting to it—not fully, at least.
As the creature kept up its relentless assault, Glynda's mind started to drift into a hazy state of pure pleasure, her thoughts becoming jumbled and incoherent. The boundaries between pain and pleasure blurred until she could no longer distinguish one from the other. All that mattered was the overwhelming sensation that consumed her entire being.
'N-no...' She tried to fight it, to hold on to some semblance of sanity, but it was a losing battle. The creature's tendrils pulsed and writhed within her, their movements becoming more erratic, more demanding. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, and her resistance crumbled bit by bit.
'S-stop... p-please...' Her thoughts were a desperate whisper, lost in the storm of sensations. But even as she begged, her body betrayed her, hips rocking in rhythm with the creature's ministrations, seeking more of the blissful torment. The tentacle in her mouth withdrew slightly, allowing her a gasp of air before plunging back in, deeper this time, claiming her throat as its own. The tendrils on her breasts squeezed and kneaded, the tips teasing her nipples until they were pebbled and aching for release.
'I-I'm gonna go crazy...' she thought as she felt herself getting close to her next orgasm. She could feel the creature's excitement mounting, its tendrils pulsing in anticipation as if it could sense her impending climax.
'N-no... not again...' But her body had other ideas, her muscles clenching around the intruding tendrils, her back arching off the cold stone floor as the pleasure crested, a scream tearing from her throat, muffled by the tentacle filling her mouth.
She collapsed back onto the floor, panting, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The creature's tendrils slowed their movements, gently stroking her skin, a brief respite before the next assault. But even in this brief moment of clarity, Glynda knew it was far from over. The creature was just getting started, and she had a long, torturous week ahead of her.
'S-someone... help,' was all that escaped her lips as she began to feel the tendrils move again.
The torment lasted for what felt like an eternity, with day after day of being defiled by the Grimm creature, its tendrils ravaging her insides, mouth, and tits without a care in the world, without getting tired or bored.
"A-AH! AH! NNGHHH! MMGGHH! AH~"
But the worst part of the torture wasn't the pain—pain was something she quickly forgot in the first or second day. No, the worst part was that, despite her disgust, her whole body was enjoying it. One thing is enduring pain; nobody likes pain. But pleasure is a whole other thing entirely. It's hard to resist something you enjoy, and so, Glynda did everything in her power to endure during the whole week. Her voice gave out after so much moaning, and her body was so completely ravaged that she could not feel her legs. Strength failed her. Unable to stand up or move, she lay there, her body trembling and cumming constantly while letting out soft, weak moans.
"A-ah... Nnggh... Mmmggh... aah ah~"
Juices constantly squirted out of her pussy—juices that the Grimm eagerly absorbed. Its tendrils wrapped tightly around her body, bringing a sucker right below its orb head as if it were a squid, and quickly continued sucking her climax, only prolonging the pleasure.
'I-I... c-can't... m-my hips hurt... h-how long have I been here?' she wondered to herself, her mind cracking as she was disoriented, not knowing how much longer this torture would last or how much more she could endure.
"A-ah... ah nnggh... mmmmm... h-huh?" Glynda's clouded mind saw the whole world as a blur, unable to process what was happening around her due to the intense pleasure her sensitive body was experiencing. But all that shattered when she noticed a figure standing before her.
"My... you seem to be enjoying yourself...~" A familiar malevolent voice echoed in the room.
Glynda's blood ran cold, the haze of pleasure shattering like glass at the sound of that voice. Her eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, struggled to focus on the figure standing before her. The world swam back into view, and she saw her: the Grimm Queen looking down at her with a smug smile on her face.
"Well, seems like you had quite the pleasurable week, my dear," Salem said with a smirk, her gloved hands behind her back as she examined her completely broken state.
"S-s-s-sa-l-lem..." Glynda tried to speak, to curse her, to beg, but her throat was raw, her body spent, and all that came out was a broken whisper of the name that haunted her nightmares.
"As promised... I returned," Salem said with a small bow as she continued with her smirk. "I must say once more that I'm impressed. Most broke easily after a day or two, but here you are. Now..." Salem leaned in closer to Glynda, her face inches from hers, her hot breath fanning across Glynda's cheek. "All that you have experienced is just a taste of what could come if you're uncooperative. So..." Salem's gloved fingers gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Glynda's face, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the cruelty of her words. "I'll ask one more time: where is the relic?"
Salem's smile didn't waver, but the warmth in her eyes—which had never been more than a cruel glint—vanished entirely, replaced by a hollow, absolute chill. The Seer continued its ministrations, its tendrils still pulsing within Glynda's ruined body, ensuring the pleasure never fully subsided, a constant, gnawing reminder of her complete and utter helplessness.
But still, despite her eyes filled with lust and her blushing cheeks, Glynda resisted, averting her gaze from Salem and breaking free from her grasp in one last act of weak defiance as she spoke. "N-never..."
Salem's expression darkened, the smirk fading from her lips as she looked down at Glynda's defiant, though broken, form. Her fingers twitched, a flicker of something dangerous in her eyes. Glynda braced herself, expecting another wave of pain, another round of torment.
"I see..." Instead, Salem just sighed, a long, weary sound that was somehow more terrifying than any threat. "Well, in that case, maybe we need to increase your punishment..."
Salem once more simply snapped her fingers, and immediately, the door of the chamber opened. A malicious smile grew on her lips, never turning her head while staring at the face of horror of the teacher as she watched what entered: four new Seers, all approaching slowly toward her. Glynda couldn't help but stare at Salem in horror.
"N-no..." she said weakly with the little voice she had left as she watched Salem turn around and begin to walk away toward the exit.
"I'll see you in... I think one month will be enough time for you to reflect..." was all she said before leaving the room as the multiple Seers surrounded her.
'O-one was bad enough... h-how am I gonna take five a-at the same time? AND FOR A MONTH?!' she asked herself, horrified, watching as their tendrils approached her, ready to start, too weak and exhausted to do anything.
"N-no... b-back away." She tried, but the one that had been raping her the entire week had its tendrils around her legs and its mouth glued to her pussy, sucking off her juices. "N-no... someone..."
Soon, she felt new tendrils enveloping her, trapping her completely as the Grimm began to assault her.
"NnnOOooo—mmMmgghphh!" Her cries were quickly silenced as a tendril was shoved down her throat, another one surrounding her neck. Her arms and legs were quickly restrained. Two of the Seers surrounded her body with tendrils and approached the mouths of their bodies against her breasts, sucking onto them like babies. The Grimm sucking into her pussy quickly pulled away, leaving space for her other two kin as they quickly began to work as a team, starting to penetrate her ass and pussy.
"mmmMmmmmnnghh! Mmpphhh! Nnggghhh!" Glynda tried to shake her head in disgust, moaning into the tentacle shoved down her throat while the other held her neck, feeling the disgusting sensation of their tendrils completely covering her body, violating her, squishing and twisting her nipples while multiple tentacles penetrated her at the same time, working as a team to break her, to make her submit.
"NNGGHHHHH!"
Glynda's world dissolved into a maelstrom of sensation. The singular agony and pleasure she had endured for a week was now multiplied, made so much worse as the five Grimms worked in perfect synchrony. The tendril in her throat pulsed, tasting her despair, while another coiled around her neck, a constant, squeezing reminder of her powerlessness. Her limbs were useless, pinned by unfeeling, writhing flesh. Her breasts, already sensitive from the constant stimulation, were now subjected to a new kind of torment—the suckling mouths of the two new Seers drawing on her nipples with a hungry, rhythmic pressure that sent jolts of unwanted pleasure straight to her core.
But it was the violation below that truly shattered what was left of her resolve. The original Seer, having relinquished its place at her core, now joined its brethren. One tendril, thicker and more insistent than the others, plunged deep into her cunt, while a second, slick with her own overflowing juices, forced its way into her ass. They moved in a horrifying, coordinated rhythm, a piston of flesh and Grimm essence that filled her so completely she felt she might tear apart.
"mmmMmmnghh! MMMMPpphhh! NNGGGHH!" Glynda screamed and screamed, coming out as nothing but muffled moans, tears rolling down her cheeks—not of pain, but of despair—as she tried to endure the immense pleasure that her body was feeling. The pleasure was no longer a wave she could try to ride out. It was a constant, crushing pressure, a tidal force that was eroding her mind, her memories, her very identity with each passing moment.
'I-i... it can't end like this,' she thought as time continued, the Grimm constantly violating her and pleasuring her without stopping. 'H-help... someone.' She thought as her hips moved on their own in rhythm, seeking more of the intense pleasure, her body betraying her again and again, her thoughts fading away one by one as she lost herself to the pleasure. Her mind and body were slowly being rewritten by the Grimm as days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into more as the Grimms took her in every way possible thanks to their strange biology—sometimes fucking her on the floor and sometimes even levitating her in the middle of the room as they violated her in mid-air.
'W-where... am I...' she wondered, not even knowing who she was anymore. Her mind was almost completely shattered. She was barely a husk of her former self, all she could feel was nothing but pleasure to the point of madness, her hips bucking as the Seers made her cum over and over and over and over again until one day...
They stopped.
That was the moment a small, resisting part of her old self snapped back to reality as the Grimms stopped fucking her, their tendrils still surrounding her body and many of them still inside her.
The silence was more deafening than her own muffled screams had been. The sudden absence of motion, of penetration, of overwhelming stimulation was a shock to her system. Her body, conditioned to constant sensation, twitched and quivered in the void. She lay on the cold stone, a mess of glistening fluids and sweat, her limbs twitching with phantom sensations. Her mind, a fragmented whirlwind, tried to grasp onto the respite. Her lungs pulled in a ragged breath, the first untainted by tentacle-flesh she'd had in a month. She was a hollowed-out thing, a shell, but in that hollow, a tiny, forgotten flicker of self remained.
'S-stop... no... please... No more?' Her treacherous body twitched as if asking for more. Her hips lifted slightly from the floor as her pussy dripped in anticipation, her mind a confused battle between her broken old self who wanted this to end and the new self who craved what the Seers gave her.
"W-why did you stop?" she asked, as if they could answer. But part of her was conflicted as if her question was born of curiosity or desire.
Then, the Grimms answered in their own way. Glynda watched in horror as from the body of one of the Grimms, at the base of one of its tentacles, a circular bulge emerged, traveling slowly down across the whole tendril—a bulge that was the size of an apple or even bigger.
"N-no..." Glynda's eyes widened, a fresh wave of terror cutting through the haze of pleasure. She understood. This entire month she spent with these creatures—it was a warm-up, training her and getting her ready for her new purpose. 'N-no, t-that can't be... g-Grimms d-don't reproduce.' Her mind tried to deny it, but her eyes only saw the truth, and it was traveling quickly down straight into her womanhood's entrance. 'N-no, God... anything but this.'
She tried to kick, but she couldn't feel her legs. She wanted to crawl away from the creature, but she didn't have the strength, and even then, it wouldn't have made much difference. All the Seers held her firmly with their tentacles. And so, with no other option, Glynda could only stare at the inevitable, feeling the tendril push deeper, wanting to reach straight into her core. And then, when the egg's journey reached her pussy lips, the tentacle pushed deeper as the egg quickly shoved into her pussy, making her gasp as her eyes went wide with shock. Her pussy was sensitive and perfectly molded as it stretched while the egg made its journey across the tentacle, spreading her insides open while only a single tear dropped from her cheek.
"N-no..." she moaned weakly, knowing it was too late and she couldn't do anything about it as she felt the egg push deep inside into her hot womb—the perfect spot to lay its eggs.
"AAAAAH!" Getting ravaged by the tentacles was one thing, but getting filled with a Grimm egg was completely different. Her pussy, too sensitive and loosened, allowed the egg to pass with ease as she came, her whole body tensing and shaking as she felt it fill her completely. The sensation was a bizarre fusion of violation and a deep, primal fullness she'd never known. Her body convulsed, not just with an orgasm, but at the terrifying realization of what was going to happen to her: these Grimms were going to use her as a vessel to lay their eggs. She was going to be a mother—not of humans, but of Grimm.
'S-someone... k-kill me,' was all she could think amidst the pleasure, her last remnants of sanity snapping as she watched another egg emerge from the Grimm, traveling along its tendril.
"AAAAAAAHHH!" she screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Each egg was the size of a small fruit. It was painful... painful but also so, so pleasurable at the same time. Her body enjoyed this last defilement as another egg was laid in her pussy and went straight into her womb with the first one.
"A-AAAAAGH!" she screamed, the sensation rough. Her body was so used to the tentacles that this was too much. And then she saw another one, and another, and another—a constant supply of eggs traveling down their tendrils to be deposited deep in her womb as all Glynda could do was moan.
Of course, the other Seers didn't waste time joining the action. Their tendrils approached her pussy, pushing inside her already-filled womb alongside their kin and starting to pump their eggs into her pussy all at the same time. Three tentacles were shoved down her pussy simultaneously, each pushing an egg in the same rhythm, stretching her to her limit.
'N-no, too much, too much! It will tear!' But her body was already so used to the Grimm that it was perfectly elastic, her body molded to serve her new purpose. Her mind screamed in protest, but her cunt reacted, lubricating the tendrils.
"A-ahh! HAHHH! nnghh! Mphh!" The fourth Seer simply waited its turn and returned its attention to her mouth and tits. Her throat bulged as the tentacle continued to face-fuck her while she was being forcefully impregnated, and the last remaining one joined, all four pushing their tendrils and eggs into her womb while the last Seer continued to ravage her breasts and throat.
Glynda didn't even think how many times they had done it. By that point, her mind was long gone. Now she was nothing but a limp husk, not caring or noticing how her belly began to expand with every egg they pumped into her womb, bloating to look like a pregnant woman. But she wouldn't moan or complain. Her eyes were empty. She just lay there like a sex toy. She wouldn't even react when the tentacles decided to use her other hole for variety, her ass stretching to accommodate another pair of tentacles and their eggs as they pumped her full of new life. Her belly swelled, grotesque and round, pressing against the cold stone floor as they continued to ravage her until they finally ran out of eggs.
Of course, that wasn't stopping them. When they finished pumping their eggs inside her, they simply returned to their usual routine, their tendrils once more focusing on nothing but pleasure, making her cum over and over and over again with her just laying there and taking it for what felt like...
Well, she couldn't care any less how long it was. She didn't even remember where she was. Her mind was completely broken. It could have been days or weeks, but the assault continued until one day...
She came back to reality as an immense pain filled her being. Her belly pulsed and moved as she suddenly felt something inside her move—something wanting to get out.
"Nnnnnnghhh! A-AAAAAAH!" It was painful... extremely painful as she felt something round pushing its way out. It was time. A final, agonizing wave of contractions seized her. The eggs were hatching.
And soon enough, with a blood-curdling scream of pain, a tiny black orb with tendrils made its way out of her pussy.
"A-AAAAAAAAGH!" she screamed as she watched the Grimm begin to float in front of her. Then another one came out, and another, pushing out of her one after another.
Dozens upon dozens of Grimms were born, floating around. Some of the tiny ones sucked onto her breasts as if they gave nourishment, others just floated around and chilled, all the while she continued to give birth to a few more until finally, she survived miraculously, laying panting heavily but with her eyes empty once more. She had given birth to them and was now nothing but a mother, a breeding cow to her Grimm offspring.
The Seers, of course, didn't waste time and quickly returned to her, to continue to fuck her and breed her for the rest of her days.
And so, when the final day arrived, Salem finally returned to the cell, finding it full of dozens of tiny Grimm floating around, and in the middle lay a chained beauty. Her mind was long since broken as she just knelt there, her eyes empty, breathing but completely dead inside, and with a belly filled with eggs yet again.
"So," Salem began to speak as she stared at her creation. "Have we learned our lesson?"
Glynda simply looked at her, a hollow void where her will used to be. Her lips parted, but no words came out—only a soft, wet puff of air. Her gaze didn't focus on Salem, and Salem couldn't help but sigh as she realized what was happening.
"I hate when they break so easily..." she complained as she looked at the husk kneeling before her with her pregnant belly filled with brand new eggs. "Now I guess I'm going to have to rip the answers out of you."
She commanded, and immediately, one of the Seers left her chest, leaving a spot open for another one of its kin to take, while another one floated above her until staying at her back. Its orb-shaped body landed on the top of her head, its tendrils holding onto her shoulders with the exception of two, which moved along her cheeks until finally traveling toward her ears, aiming their tips against them and waiting for a command.
"..." Salem did not hesitate. She snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the tendrils pushed in, making Glynda react almost instantly to the intrusion.
"AAAAAUIUGGGHHHHH! UUGGH!" Meaningless sounds came out of her mouth. Her body suffered powerful spasms, cumming almost immediately as she felt the tendrils push deeper into her head while the other Seers continued to fuck her.
"..." Salem, for her part, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the broken woman—her eyes rolling back, tears forming in her eyes, mouth and tongue hanging limp as there was no spark of the person inside.
"U-ugghh... nNgghh... uugghh..." She couldn't help but cum and cum again, feeling the tendrils push deeper. As they traveled along inside her head, the tentacles became smaller and smaller, managing to reach into parts that would be impossible in search of one thing... her brain. The two tentacles were able to send small microscopic tendrils traveling through her ear until finally reaching inside her head to her brain.
"U-uuggh... nngghh... Gh-ghug..." The tendrils quickly began to explore, their tiny tips stimulating her mind, touching her most sensitive spots that would get a reaction out of her.
"G-ghack! GH-GHUCK!" Her body moved and trembled, cumming non-stop as they continued to assault her mind, experimenting with each part of her brain until finally they reached their objective: the part of her brain centered around memories. They poked it gently, making her suffer another spasm as the orb head of the Grimm began to illuminate.
"Let's see..." Salem began to read and watched as in the orb, an image began to show—an image of her beloved Ozma when he went by the name Ozpin, looking younger than usual, clearly a memory of the past. She flicked her hand, moving past it, then another and another as Salem carefully watched all the memories of Glynda's life in search of the right one while the woman remained laying there like a broken doll, trembling and being ravaged both in mind and body by Grimm.
"Where is it..." Salem continued to search through her memories, getting closer and closer to the end, but no matter how hard the Grimm searched, there was nothing—taking even Salem by surprise as she looked slightly annoyed by this revelation.
"Huh... she didn't know anything," Salem said as annoyance turned into disappointment, letting out a soft and long sigh. "This was a waste of my time." She said as the Grimm stopped playing her memories. Salem turned away, the Seer still glued to her head and not pulling out even as Salem began to walk away. "But... at least not all was for nothing," she said with some amusement as she turned slightly to stare at the broken woman. "I guess it was somewhat entertaining." She gave one more look into her empty eyes as the Grimm continued to assault her. "And I can always have more Seers at my disposal," she said, caressing one of the juvenile Seers floating near her. "Goodbye, Glynda... it's been fun."
That was the only thing she said as she left the dungeon, leaving the broken and pregnant woman behind. The doors closed in front of her one last time.
And so Glynda would live the rest of her days in the dungeons of Salem, serving as a broken breeding doll for all the seers...