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Jaune to Joan Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2022-06-01 00:50:42 +0000 UTCChapter 21
Joan woke to an ice saber nudging her awake. It was terrifying until she realized Cinder was watching over it, ready to stop the beast if it decided to strike. “Huh! Ah! Oh!” She cycled through her responses before realizing that she felt safe- at least from the saber- as long as Cinder was there.
“I really should punish you for ignoring your breakfast.” Cinder teased with a believable smile.
“I- I didn’t eat…” Joan questioned groggily before she realized that there was a pillow under her head. Not just a pillow, a blanket had been draped over her. “I- I fell asleep?”
“You did.” Cinder answered calm and quiet, almost comfortingly.
“It is ok though.” Cinder snapped and the grimm ran off and away. “You did very well this morning, and missing one meal won’t mess with your transition too much.” Cinder approached and knelt down to run her hand over Joan’s forehead.
Joan pressed her head up into the hand, delighting in the comfort of her captor. “Mhmm.” Like that, all she ever wanted was to curl up and maybe, if she was good, receive some cuddles.
“Good girl.” Cinder whispered and slipped a tray to Joan’s side.
Joan went to sit up, but Cinder gently pressed her back down.
“No, no, you rest. You looked so drained, you poor little thing.”
Joan felt an unreasonable comfort wash over her and she couldn’t manage the energy to fight her owner’s request. Cinder was right, she was so tired, so drained.
“Here…” Cinder picked up the fork and knife to carve off a piece of the steak that had been prepared for Joan. She picked a sliver of the meat up with her fingers and pressed it to Joan’s lips.
Tentatively, Joan took to then morsel. It was tasty, but she was much more focused on something else. Cinder’s fingers… they still smelled of… of-
“Lick my fingers clean.” Cinder ordered with a small snap.
“Yes Miss.” Joan nodded and obeyed. Cinder’s fingers tasted faintly of meat, but behind that, there was something else. Vaguely salty, almost a faint hint of the sea? It took Joan far too long to realize what it was, which hand it was, and why Cinder tasted different.
“Aww, so good.” Cinder cooed and delivered another bite.
“Mhmm.” Joan whimpered obediently and tried to fight her embarrassment as she couldn’t stop from licking Cinder’s still cum covered hand clean.
“Good girl.” Cinder repeated and soothed her grimm hand over Joan’s head.
“I- I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean to miss my breakfast.”
“Shh, I already said it was alright.”
“Th- thank you.” Joan melted.
“Was your morning good? Did you enjoy being played with again? Did you miss being a good slut for me?”
Joan whined and nodded with the smallest hitch in her breath. She wanted to be a good slut for Cinder so desperately.
“Good girl.” Cinder offered her toy a small spoonful of mashed potatoes. “Do you think you will be ready for another round after your lunch?”
Joan groaned and shifted her hips. There was no plug to split her open. Cinder had ripped it out amidst their last session. She did not like being empty. She missed her plug. Didn’t! Didn’t Cinder know- no, she didn’t, and even if she did, she wouldn’t want to give Joan what she wanted.
Joan chided herself. She couldn’t let herself think Cinder was concerned with anything other than extracting information That was all that Cinder cared about. To think Cinder cared about her would be to fall into the most obvious trap. Joan couldn’t let herself fall for that! No matter how much she wanted to give in and enjoy the comfort of Cinder pretending to care for her so convincingly, she couldn’t. There- there was only one way out of this. She had to do what Watts told her. She had to! Right? Yes. Not- not for her, but for Pyrrha and the rest of her friends.
With a renewed- though fractured will, Joan nodded and gave Cinder whatever she wanted save information on Pyrrha. “Yes. I- anything you want Cinder.” Joan fought to subdue how submitting like that filled her with excitement and delight.
Cinder seemed to pout, slightly underwhelmed with Joan’s answer, but she didn’t have anything extra to say about it. “I will finish feeding you your lunch, and we can get on with it. I’ll bring you so close you break, sweet whore.” Cinder instructed.
“U- unless I tell you what you want?” Joan questioned weakly.
Cinder raised an eyebrow. “It’s an odd time to give up, but if you feel like-”
“I- I didn’t say I would!” Joan lept to assure.
“Mhmm, I didn’t expect you to.” Cinder smirked. “Now eat, and we’ll break what resistance is left in that thick head of yours nice and slow.”
Joan nodded and ate each bite as Cinder offered it up.
Joan was obedient as Cinder finished up and maneuvered her back onto her knees and half over the bed. She cried out lewdly as Cinder fingered and lubed her up. It continued when Cinder slipped the toy in and turned it on. She found that her resistance was weaker, likely because Cinder was more giving with soft kind praises.
Now listening for it, Joan was much better at picking up the sound of Cinder’s sighs and soft moans of pleasure. Once, only once did Joan dare to look back and confirm her suspicions. Cinder was touching herself as she toyed with her. Joan didn’t dare look back again. It left her flushed and dying to be touched more directly. Some horrid and evil part of her wanted to turn around and beg to kiss up the inside of Cinder’s thighs, to help the tortured woman relax. Some part of her wanted that, but the rest of Joan couldn’t let that happen. This was not supposed to be about what her dumb horny body wanted. It was about how she would get out of that horrid grimm castle!
Joan wasn’t sure whether to be happy or sad when Cinder stopped before she toppled over, instead only edging her a number of times. She still felt spent, used, and broken in, but Joan had the strength to crawl back into bed and look back to Cinder. She was surprised when Cinder offered the hand up and demanded her to lick it clean, but Joan didn’t fight. Why would she? It felt nice, and her goal was to stay obedient till Watts gave her a signal or until Cinder naturally snapped again and sent her off for the final ‘punishment’.
Again, Cinder was generous with her praise- if anything even more so as Joan licked the woman’s fingers clean of her tasteful pussy juices. Being praised so readily while still all sexually charged, Joan struggled to keep any type of focus. She knew her task, the final thing she had to do before she would be freed, but it was hard to keep it in mind.
That afternoon lead to quite the trend. Every day, Joan felt her focus slipping just a little more and Cinder seemed to grow naturally a little kinder. The grimm receded just a little, but eventually it stalled out and began to creep back up ever so slowly. With a week’s time passing, Joan noticed Cinder’s patience beginning to wain again. Despite this, there was no big punishment, not even when Cinder gave her another intimate bath. Sure, she inquired, requested the information again, but, when the answer was no, she restrained herself with what was a clear amount of effort.
The following week was when things actually began to change? Change was an odd term. Joan could tell that the dynamic between her and Cinder only progressed as it had already been going, but it clearly took more and more of a fight from Cinder to stay calm. One night before Joan felt she would cave and beg to please Cinder if only to help soothe her, a horrible change came- or rather, a horrible return.
“Alright Micro-dick Girl!” Mercury announced as he barged in and tossed Joan’s mean to the side just like he had the first time he had visited.
Joan’s heart sunk immediately. She didn’t realize how much she had been looking forward to Cinder’s visit until Mercury appeared instead. “Where- where’s Cinder?”
“Aww, don’t go getting your panties in a twist, Salem needed something, so she is off and busy dealing with it; trying to earn back the witch’s trust no doubt. After Salem had to take her eye, Cinder has been in the dog house.”
“Salem took Cinder’s eye?” Joan questioned curious. She had heard passively about this Salem, but she had yet to meet or understand much of anything about her.
“Yeah, but that is not my story to tell.”
“There’s a whole story?” Joan shifted on the bed, her attention more keenly focused on Mercury.
“What, you think all of us ended up here because we had such charming lives at home? All of us have a story.”
“And what’s yours?” Joan tried politely.
“Well, there’s this…” Mercury clanked his metal shins together. “And I ain’t got no semblance.” When Joan made a confused look, Mercury just nodded. “Shit pops.”
“And Cinder?”
“Something about an equally shitty family, that thing, and some murders.” Mercury shrugged and pointed to Joan.
“What thing?” Joan looked around.
“On your neck.”
“What?”
“It was hers; before she was wanted for murder and ended up… well, here.”
“Here?”
“Yeah, this was her room before she told Salem off over all the feminine shit.” Mercury looked around the room and took it in.
“Really?” Joan looked around, following the targets to Mercury’s glances.
“Pretty much.” Mercury shrugged. “Anywho, there’s your dinner.” Mercury kicked its tray over to Joan. “Cookie and all.”
“You didn’t grow any breasts, did you?” Joan teased with a light giggle as she stepped out of her bed, discarding the blanket she had been surrounded in.
“Nope, but I don’t really… don’t really wanna…” Mercury paused as Joan stepped into her heels and gracefully moved to pick up her meal tray. “Wanna…” He slowed, his eyes affixed onto Joan as she bent over to pick up her tray.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” Joan questioned, still bent over, her ass half in the air as she went to grab her tray.
“You- you-” Mercury gaped.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” Joan asked again, but with a mumble as she slipped the cookie between her teeth.
“You’re a fuckin chick.”
Joan went ridged. Sure, Watts was smart and she could understand him figuring it out, but Mercury?! How! How in the hell could he of all people figured it out?! And from that? Just from how she bent over?!”
“Your dress can barely hold those tits anymore, your ass got… bigger!” Mercury nearly drooled.
“What?”
“Dude, you’re like, all girl now!”
Joan rolled her eyes and took a sigh of relief. Of course Mercury saw gender as no more complex than tits plus ass equals girl. “I- I guess?” She played dumb. “I woke up not too long ago and a lot of things had been changed.” She shrugged.
“What all changed?” Mercury raised his eyebrow with far too much interest.
“I- I! My body had just developed! Alright! Now… can- can I eat my meal in peace?” Joan rose the tray to cover her chest as she spotted Mercury’s eyes focused there.
“No, put the meal down.”
“What? I thought I could eat?”
“No, I just remembered. I gotta check that you’ve been being a good girl and kept that pretty pink plug of yours in.”
Joan went ridged. “She wanted you to-” Joan choked on her tightening throat.
“Yup, now you know what to do. Strip.”
“I! But! But! Cinder doesn’t even make me strip, she just makes me flip my skirt up.”
“Yeah, well, Cinder ain’t here, and it’s me checking in on you today.” Mercury huffed. “So, strip.”
“Mercury, come on, you don’t have to do this. I- It’s in, I swear. If...if you really need to see it, I can pull it out for you and let you see. Is that alright?”
Mercury shook his head. “Nope. Now, start taking that dress off or I will shock you and do it myself.”
“I liked it better when you were more reluctant about this all.”
“Just get going.”
Joan put the tray back down and averted her eyes. At least when Mercury seemed to hate this, it felt like she had someone almost in her corner. But… now his eyes just felt cloying, like they lingered and grabbed into her. She slipped down the dress and stepped out of it, eyes only occasionally darting back to Mercury to make sure he hadn’t stepped any closer.
“Holy shit, did she take your dick!” Mercury blurted out almost immediately after Joan slipped the dress down past her knees.
“I!” Joan looked away and turned her back to Mercury. “You- you don’t have to look upfront to check that. You only need to look for the plug, right?”
“Eh, I’ll look where I want to. Now, how about you bend over the bed.”
Joan burned with displeasure and embarrassment. She obeyed and slipped off her panties.
“Damn…” Mercury gaped. “You really did develop.” He reeled and his voice seemed to approach.
“I- I guess- but, there, you can see the plug.” Joan spread her cheeks just a moment to point it up and went to stand. She went to stand, but Mercury stopped her with a rough hand on the middle of her back.
“No, no, Cinder’s been getting to take her time with you. It’s my turn now.”
“What?!”
“Mhmm, you know, you were still kind of on the edge last time I saw you, but there’s no doubt, you are turning out to be quite beautiful.” Mercury mused and pressed Joan down into the bed.
“Mercury! Mercury! Let go! I! I don’t-”
“I don’t particularly care what you want.” Mercury huffed and pulled at Joan’s plug roughly. “Damn, you really are thick now… this fucking ass…” He released the plug to be drawn back in by Joan’s walls and spanked her hard.
Joan yelped and tried to fight, but Mercury only held her down harder.
“Now, what about up here… did she finally do it?” Mercury’s fingers slipped under Joan’s taint and caressed where her emptied sack lingered. “Hmm…” He hummed and moved forward, searching for a vagina, but only finding Joan’s soft clit. “Uugh! Gross, guess she only took your balls then, huh?” Mercury released Joan and stepped back.
“Why! Why the hell did you do that! Especially if you were grossed out by what you found!” Joan snapped and yanked down the covers to protect her naked body.
“I was wondering if they finally moved ahead. There’s no way I’m gonna let Tyrian get first dibs on your virgin cunt.”
“Wh- what-” Joan coughed.
“Not like it will be the same once you get pregnant; and I can’t promise I’ll be interested at all once you’ve given birth to a faunus baby.” Mercury sneered.
“I- preg! No!” Joan snapped! The idea of being able to carry a child in theory was nice, but the thought of having to carry a child of the men here? It seemed disgusting and horrid. That didn’t even account for having to endure the act to cause it.
“Eh, eat you dinner, I’ll drop Watts a bribe to let me get first dibs when the time comes around. That ought to work.” Mercury shrugged with a displeased huff and left Joan to cry, traumatized from everything that had just happened.
End of Chapter 21
