Chapter 2 - Glynda's Punishment

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Fluffing her skirt, Ruby can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the last few days.
The first time, it was a lot.
The second time, she broke a little.
The third time, it felt more routine than anything.
The fourth time it happened? It felt normal. So normal, she now finds herself in the headmaster's office with fists clenched in her lap and her feet idly kicking the wooden bearings of the chair in front of his imposing and ultimately impressive desk.

The Headmaster himself is drinking from white porcelain and completely ignoring her in favor of some papers on his desk. "Um, headmaster," she takes a deep shaky breath. Her eyes dance around the room, taking in the view from the windows, the oddly clock-like motif her surroundings have, and the endless ticking from somewhere she cannot detect. "If I could have your attention. You allowed me to come see you soooo, I kind of thought..." She makes an attempt to well up some of the energy she's well known for, and finds it's not there. The characteristic heat to her every movement and wind flowing through her is just gone… 

Did she lose herself somewhere along the last few days, or is it just that the wind is lost from her sails in the face of so much indifference on something she finds so important? Is it the overwhelming awkwardness pervading every breath, or is she damaged now? She finds herself drawing a blank, and that fills her with shame. Funnily enough, where shame used to make her heart slow and her mind bring her back to embarrassing moments like sneezing up an explosion in front of Weiss; now shame brings her to Weiss’ thick dick. Instead of trying to push it away with comforting thoughts like the bright  grass of her home, or amazing moments like when she beheaded the giant Nevermore, she’s brought back to being pounded into the bedsheets by Blake’s slick shaft. Yang’s motivating smile, filling her thoughts with sisterly warmth, is replaced by the sight of Yang’s orgasm face and an entirely different kind of sisterly warmth being pumped into her. 

It's not that she's lacking in positive memories, even among the recent events she's more than a few smiles to call upon. It’s just, those smiles are at her expense, and she finds it difficult to concentrate on them here, under the duress of Ozpin's disinterest. "Headmaster? Please?"

"Hmm? Oh, Miss Rose." Ozpin's chocolatey eyes look up from his glass, over his wireframe lenses to grace her cute and perky figure. He doesn’t even try to hide where he looks, and Ruby finds herself puffing him with pride despite herself. Something’s happened to her head recently, for sure, and she’s not sure whether that bothers her, which bothers her more than if it did! "I had forgotten you were here, you're so quiet. What is the matter today?"

"Err, so I know you said as team leader it'd be my job to raise morale but..." Ruby trails, taking another shaky breath and nodding her head, pumping her fist in front of her chest for confidence. "I think my team's taking that to an extreme? I'm not really comfortable."

"Extreme?" The silver haired man asks, placing his cup down to fold his hands, and eye her closely. "You would say they're hurting you?"

"Well, no..." Ruby’s feet touch down on the floor again, scrapping her heel, her fingers twitching together in her lap. Her cheeks flush at the question, as so many pleasant memories flood back. “It’s actually, not always bad, it’s just too much.” She idly remembers the time Weiss asked her to blow her under the desk while she did her homework, and the stuck up girl lowered herself to petting Ruby’s head while she did it. She still remembers the tingles on her scalp like it was yesterday, mostly because it was. She has to resist the urge to moan a little in memory.

"Then, can you give me an example?" His stare at her lithe figure has her shivering a little, it’s so, shameless. She can’t even call him out on it, he knows what he’s doing, she knows what he’s doing, he knows she knows and she knows he knows she knows!

"Um... this morning Blake snuck into my bed and woke me up with her..." She takes another breath, and focuses silver eyes on brown. "Massive kitty cock. She pounded me so hard she woke the whole team up and then, well, I won't go into what happened next but I had to clean my pajamas and sheets."

"But at no point would you say they hurt you?” He asks.

"Well-no..."

"Then I'm failing to see the problem." He says with a little smirk. "What are you complaining about?"

"The errr, everything about what I just said?” She can’t even muster the confidence under his powerful gaze to make it a statement, she’s lost in it, her breaths hard to muster.

"While I agree, they should be helping you with the clean up." Headmaster Ozpin says, opening his desk to fish out a file, which he places gently on the desk. "Everything else in that was perfectly described in your early admittance contract."

"My wuh?"

"The one your father signed for you?"

"... The wha?"

He rubs his forehead quite firmly. "Miss Rose, I had thought this a severe issue when I allowed you to use school resources by calling this meeting. Do you mean to tell me you're complaining about an agreement already made, because you neglected to read it?"

"But I didn't know it..."

"Miss Rose... The punishment for wasting school resources is Glynda's department. I expect you to go see her now. Dismissed."

"But-I-Ozpinnn! I'm gonna get pregnant if they keep cumming inside me!" She shouts, jumping to her feet, a hand already in the air halfway into a fist before she’s done calling his name, and slamming into his desk to punctuate the end of her cry.

"We have a perfectly functioning daycare facility on campus." Ozpin points out without even looking at her fist, or acknowledging the desk’s shake. He uses his attention to watch how her hips shake with her angry breathing. "I'll have Glynda talk to your team about the laundry matter, now get out of my office. I have work to do."

"Ah... Sorry for wasting your time Headmaster. Can I get a copy of that contract, maybe?"

"Ask, Glynda."

"R-right, sorry." She scampers away much like she does when Yang’s done with her. The only difference is she’s not leaking cum at the moment, though she has the odd worry she will be soon…

Ruby's feet take her down the halls with a sense of vapid trepidation.
She signed up for this? Or, her father signed her up for it? Why would he do that? Why would he sign anything that gives Yang explicit permission to use her? Yang's insatiable! They know that! Keeping her off Yang's shaft was a big part of her childhood! It's part of the reason they never shared a room. Even then, she still learned how to use her hands to appease the blonde when their father wasn’t looking! It wasn’t a matter of if she’d wear Ruby out and turn her into a puddle of cum, it was a matter of when, so for her father to apparently sign all that work away now…

It’s with a sigh of pensive confusion that her palm lands on the door to Goodwitch’s office.With a sigh, her palm lands on the door to Goodwitch's office. She's to be punished? For speaking out? For asking for help before she becomes a mom?
Why is that...

She shakes her head, her bright red highlights flowing from side to side. None of it matters, this is her life now, her father signed her up, and she’ll have a lot to talk about over her next vacation with the man.

She takes a moment to quell her heavy heart, and to put a smile on her face before she dares to knock. The smile isn’t hers, it’s stolen from Yang’s lusty face and the joy Weiss had while she fucked her throat. It hasn’t been all bad, really. It's just… It’s too much, it’s too frequent. She’s losing the point on the line where she ends and their slut begins. A little less often, a little more considerate, a fucking condom before vaginal! She'd have nothing to complain about, that’s what her hind brain tells her.

"Enter." She’s met with the smooth voice of her combat instructor. She’s stern, controlled, and having her focus always has Ruby shaking a little in her shoes; now is no exception. The door swings open on its own, “wha-woaaaah!” and taking away Ruby’s support at just the wrong time. “Owww…” 

“My my, miss Rose, I didn’t expect you to be so eager to get down on your knees.”

“Mean!” Ruby finds herself pushing herself up with both hands, more than a little petrified as she looks around at the room. Everything she’s known so far at this school has a different shade now, a dark twist and never again will she go anywhere without thinking about how much of a trap it could be.

"Miss Rose." Glynda Goodwitch is the one teacher everyone has had at least one naughty dream about, but the one nobody would admit to sleeping with even if they did. She’s strict, more than capable of cracking down on rumors and punishing those responsible, and her body is booming. Even if she wasn’t the curviest piece of faculty Ruby’s ever seen, even if her blonde hair wasn’t curly enough  to draw attention from the meekest student around, even if she didn’t have an ass that a part of one’s core begs to have seated in their lap, her tits are something else entirely. She’s busty, she knows she’s busty, and her entire outfit is designed around drawing attention to the fact that she is busty. She’s the sexy librarian who actually does pull you into the back and punish you till you return your overdue books, and now Ruby’s ass up in her office with red cheeks and a racing pulse that’s worryingly out of control.

"Do you know why you are here?" Glynda’s eyes pierce her coldly, pressuring her to speak despite her embarrassing position.

Her office's layout is about what one would expect from such a stern, by the books character.
A large desk at the back, where she's seated in a firm, supportive chair, opposite three even harder metal chairs. A screen that flips out of the desk, into which she's typing quietly. Stacks of paper to either side of her, a cup full of stylized metal pens to her left and a steaming mug to her right. The desk is a bit overly long, meaning there’s plenty of unused space at the ends which Ruby’s now sexed out brain points out could easily be used to bend someone over. It looks like she asked for two desks to be made into one.

On the wall behind her is a simple poster showing two teens standing over an Ursa corpse.
“The heaviest weapon is your mind. Sharpen it at Beacon!” The poster says in big bold colorful letters, and Ruby can’t help but chuckle because her mind’s so out of whack lately because of Beacon…

In the corners, bookshelves. Lots of unused space at the back of her office, and for that matter there's enough room between the door and Glynda’s desk to park Yang's bike. Ruby finds herself admiring the walls as she pushes herself up, and makes the long trek to the desk. They have some cork boards up with entirely too much information  on them, and shelving underneath with lots of spare training gear. Bats, helmets, and gloves mostly.

"Um, the headmaster sent me." She gulps.
Miss Goodwitch's gaze and ire have always been quite intimidating.
If there's anyone she'd rather avoid angering, it's her, and yet here she stands about to piss her  off. Why'd it have to be her?

"So he did." She agrees dryly. "Miss Rose, why did the Headmaster send you to me?"

"Because my father's a jerk." She huffs.
Closing her pretty silver eyes so she doesn't have to see that disappointed expression.
"And he's a jerk too."

Glynda snaps her fingers.
Metal folds, air pressure changes, and when Ruby opens her eyes, the room is transformed.

The trio of chairs are now a trio of rocking, saddle-shaped things? The desk and computer are gone, in their place a stone slab with chains hanging off it.
The cork boards are now more like the walls of an auto-shop, with metal implements hanging precariously. A few wrenches, but mostly there are whips and paddles, little knobs and beads. The shelves still have some gloves, but also chokers, rope, and massive dildos that put Weiss' collection - and her deliciously girthy length - to shame.

"Miss Rose." Glynda warns. "It is not the Headmaster's fault that your home communication has faltered."

"Wha-" She jumps back, looking around in equal parts confusion and horror.
"He's a jerk for even having something like that as a rule." She asserts, after a moment to calm herself.

"Miss Rose." She begins sternly, raising a riding crop in one hand. "You are not here to question the Headmaster. Tell me why you are here, in my office."

"Ah, because he, sent me here..." She gulps.
Taking a step back, towards the door.
Her eyes betraying her purpose with a quiver.

"Yes. And why did he do this?" Glynda drawls.

"Cuz he's, um... What answer are you expecting?" She asks. "You don't seem happy."
Her hands raise in front of her, and her eyes race back and forth.

"I am not happy, Miss Rose. Did you even pay the faintest attention to the Headmaster?"

"I mean, I kinda checked out when he told me being raped night and day by my friends is my fault-actually, you know what? I'll take a rain check!" She turns, channels her power to her body, activates the core within her soul - And bursts towards the door in a blur of red rose fragments.

She bursts  the door open and finds herself on the other side, takes a brief moment to pivot, lining up to run- before an invisible force catches her and reels her back. She’s tossed back into the office, soaring through the air in a  perfect arc, and lands ass-first on the slab that used to be a desk. Glynda doesn’t let up for even a moment, clamping her wrists down to the slab with chains, then her ankles before she can respond. She glares at the girl, firmly disappointed and honestly expecting more from her. It stings, to see how she's failed this woman.

"Very well." Glynda sighs, bright eyes staring down at her with disdain as she hoists herself to her feet. Her usual attire shouldn't cover it, but clearly it did. At this moment, she's not wearing stockings, and her massive cock is proudly on display, all thick and huge and, soft and floppy?

The thing that smacks the desk with enough force to shake it isn’t even hard. It’s bigger than any she’s seen before, wide enough that if she stuck it in Ruby there’d be a gaping hole big enough for her whole team to fuck her at once and still have left over space, and it’s soft!

"Au-you, um, Miss Goodwitch, you wouldn't be about to use that, would you?" Ruby’s eyes widen comically, focused on the ginormous blade before her that puts even Qrow’s actual sword to shame. Calling it a blade doesn’t really do it justice, it’s so much more than that.

The last few days have given her an appreciation for cock like no other, and that.
That thing in front of her is a horse cock if one ever existed on a non-Faunus.
"I get, I did wrong, but that'll kill me."

"You, are a Huntress." Glynda reminds her. "Your Aura will protect you. Even make it pleasurable, if you let it."
She shifts just right for its tip to rub against Ruby's lips, before she lifts it up and thwacks her cheek wetly, precum exploding off onto her nose and forehead like an actual shot from a classmate. Glynda paces around the table with a wicked expression, eyeing her hungrily, feral. That ferocious gaze is enough to make Ruby sweat.

"See, how am I supposed to jerk that off if I'm tied up?" She shivers at the feel, her cheek reddening from the impact. Her pupils dilate in hyperfocus on the sheer monster before her. "I'm fragile..."

"With that sort of attitude, it's a small miracle your teammates are satisfied at all." Glynda scolds Ruby, bringing two fingers together-
Snap
Shreeee
-as her top explodes into a flurry of bits and strips. "You should apply yourself to everything, here at Beacon. I’ll be quizzing them after to see if they’re really using you for all their needs, and if they’re not I’ll be punishing you again."

"Haah-okay-okay-I um, can you just..." She begins.
Taking in her smooth skin, and her blossoming breasts. She's stopped wearing a bra to hide her red nipples and perky tits, what's the point when someone's gonna rip it off of her six times a day?

Her hood gently flutters off to the side, as if Glynda already knew what she was gonna ask.

"Thank you..."
Ruby rests her head back, sighing. “It was from my mother.”

She takes a moment, enjoying the small reprieve Glynda allows her to feel relief, before she starts in again. "Why does it matter if my teammates are satisfied? I kinda wish they'd be a little less satisfied, maybe give me a chance to breathe between gulps of cum?"

"It is your duty." Glynda says softly, caressing Ruby's thin, immobile legs. "Just another skill for you to master, for the sake of your career and your friends."
Her fingers knead supple skin in tender circles.

"Aah-that's-mmm... Wish they were that gentle." She mumbles.
Finally beginning to relax. "All they do is penetrate and stuff my face and... Their faces are cute when they cum but everything else... Wait, is this why every member of my team has a dick?"

"You, Miss Rose, are one of three women at Beacon who does not possess a penis." She informs dryly. "Miss Peach is another."
Her thumbs trace the edges of Ruby's panties, so gently...

"She's so nice-oh!" Ruby gasps. "Wait, three? I thought dickgirls were abnormal!”

"It's a common feature of Aura." The professor explains. "Huntsmen have superior genetics, which their very soul wishes to see carry on. You may develop one yourself, some day."

She glances into Glynda's pretty eyes.
Pleading for mercy.

"But until then," Glynda continues, rubbing at Ruby's pussy with one thumb. "you must see to their needs."

"And when I do?" Ruby gasps, fire flooding into her at the careful, caring touch. "I'm free?"
She wriggles into her thumb, eyes rolling at the tender care she's been oh so cruelly neglected as of late by those she cares about, and who’ve sworn to protect her..

"If you do, and only if," Glynda licks her lips. "then as with all teams, you will share the responsibility of sexual care. And will in turn be entitled to the same consideration."

"That's...."
Ruby trails...
"So I'm not strong enough, that's why I'm being punished..."

"No, Ruby." Glynda whispers, sliding two fingers under her panties. "You're strong enough to take their needs, and give them the peace they need."
She wriggles her digits into Ruby's tight entrance, and explores the wet passage generously.

"Aah-your fingers-"
Ruby’s back arches, and she pushes forward, attempting to gobble as much of the lovely digits as she can. She's hungry for it, wet for ministrations, desperate for something other than instant penetration. "Please, haah-if you're gonna rape me, make it good..."
She drools shamelessly.

"It doesn't sound like you're protesting, Miss Rose." She’s chided with an ensuing laughter echoing in her ears. "It wouldn't be rape right now, would it?"

"I-nnn-that's true, haah-it feels good when you touch me." She gulps. "P-please don't stop."

"I think not." She’s denied, the hand withdrawing and those oh sought after digits leaving her soaked and needy.
"Wha-but-"
She moans, mewls, begs and pleads.
Her eyes water at the lack of hot presence inside her giving her much needed relief after such a long harsh week. "Is it not fun if I'm not protesting? I can protest, please!"

The hot, thick tip of the mammoth in the room presses into her entrance instead.
"This is a punishment." She’s reminded, as she’s split, as her labia spread so far apart it’s actually scary and her delicate inner folds are wrenched apart.

"B-but if it was like this I wouldn't have complained in the first-haauu! It's so huge, you're gonna split me in half!" She cries. "See reason! Miss Goodwitch!" She stretches over the head of the huge shaft, her entrance and everything that entails bulging at just its mere threat of real entry. All the soaking practice she’s had recently, every heated moment and second her pussy has spent drenched doesn’t compare to the outpour her body tries to push to accommodate.

So immense is her shaft that Glynda is standing entire feet away, able to push into Ruby's pussy just by taking a step toward the table she's chained to. "Haau-Miss-Miss Goodwitch! Aahh-that's, mmm, I can't take that, I can't! Oh fuck!" Her insides spread more, and more-.
It’s so thick that she’s distended before it’s anywhere near all the way in, her pussy expanding in places it hasn’t even touched yet, fear runs through her, her body reacts in kind.

"Mmm...! Watch your language." Glynda bucks slowly into her as she steps even closer. Her round mass massaging the insides of the girl she’s currently designating ‘cum dump’, "Ooh, you're very tight."

"Watch my language or what, haah, you’ll rape me?” Ruby asks. “"Ohh-ohh-tight, tight, tight!" She can't help it. Her hips begin to move, working onto the shaft invading her without a care for her whims or wants. "Aah! It’s too much!"

"You could be my pet for the day!" Glynda declares, filling her in a way she's no one else could. It feels like the tip of the meaty monstrosity inside her is somewhere somewhere behind her boobs!

"Aah-that sounds terrifying, oww-oooohhhlycrap!"

"You feel wonderful." Glynda praises, taking hold of Ruby's hips,
and sawing away rapidly. “I give your body an A Plus.”

"Aah-I'm glad, but-nnn-it hurts in-haau-the best way, please-ohh, it's so huge!"
She tries to push her deeper into her folds but she can't. Glynda's wearing her like a glove, pressing against every part of her all at once. It's all Ruby can do to roll her eyes back and let out a blissful scream.

"Hooh!"
With that simple vocalization, her teacher's mast expands inside of her, breaking something deep in her brain and switching everything on at once. "Upskirt fucks, are my favorite." Glynda moans, delaying her orgasm through sheer force of will. "Thank you, for your impeccable choice of dress."

With that last bit of praise, she closes her eyes to revel in the sensation, and heat begins to flood Ruby’s needy womb. Their auras entwine, and Ruby can feel Glynda's relief, care, and intense satisfaction at the idea that the very seed she’s shooting into Ruby right now might very possibly impregnate her. Ruby can feel the sheer volume stretch her body further, well past what she thought would be her breaking point. She doesn't break, not anymore than she already has. Somehow her tight frame built for speed and crawling under obstacles accommodates it all. Somehow her tiny body drinks more cum in a single shot than the first entire night her team used her, and then it begs for more.

It stretches her stomach, wide and huge.
Her tongue rolls out, dripping hot saliva.
Her folds try to clamp but can't, they're too stretched out, too tight, no matter how hard they try they can't exhibit anymore pressure on the sheer mass inside her, let alone the boiling surge of seed making a river inside her womb and expanding her in ways well beyond reason.
She can't take it, it's too much-
Her vision fades, she fades- or she tries. Glynda pulls out of her with a thick pop, one that rouses her forcefully from the sheer force of semen flowing out of her like a river.

"My, my...I thought you'd be eager for more." Glynda tsks, clicking her tongue. "You really need to work on your stamina."

"I-I haa-what is-how'd you cum so much!" Ruby gasps.

"Your teammates are treating you quite well, if they aren't using their Aura to enhance the rate of ejaculation." Glynda muses. "It's commonly done, to make each orgasm more powerful. They must be holding back to give you more experience..."

"There's no, haah, foreplay!" She whines. "I just wanna feel good too! Is that so hard?!"

"Ah...I see." She murmurs. "Have you spoken to them about this?"
Her massive horsecock prods at Ruby's entrance again.

"N-... No." Ruby tilts her head to the side. Shamefully staring at the wall, and a massive dildo that seems far more enticing now, than it did ten minutes ago. Shame fills her cheeks, but much like earlier, it’s the kind of shame that has her looking back to bliss and redding her skin.

"That is your responsibility, Miss Rose." She scolds, before her insides are harshly filled to the brim again by the weighty dick the combat teacher has to offer.

"Aah-fuu-Miss Gooodwiiitch! I'm already stretched!" Ruby cries. "I'm gonna lose myself on your monster cock!" Her body bounces, her tits jumping- 
"Fuck-fuuuck!"

"Good, ah, good..." She gasps. "You've caused more than enough trouble for the Headmaster since you got here, and yet he's still being so kind as to give you to me instead of punishing you himself! Haah, you’d wish for me Miss Rose, beg for me, if he had!" She thrusts deeper, as if that was even possible, and Ruby feels something tickling the bottom of her throat. "He hasn't, ah, cum in weeks! And rather than use you, he left your punishment to me!"

"Wh-why then, if he, haah!"
Ruby finds it hard to breathe, let alone moan and talk. So deep it feels like she's being worn, a fuck toy for Glynda Goodwitch and not a person at all. The woman’s so keen eyed in her duties that her very gaze can make Ruby tremble, and she’s here, fucking her into oblivion like it’s nothing. "Miss Goodwitch! I'm gonna cum! Ooh I'm gonna- haauuu-so much cum, hehehee!"

She feels it, the moment her brain seems to stop working, another switch is flipped and everything feels hot and woozy. "Yes! Yes, haah, stretch me with your horse cooockkk!"

"Language!" Glynda scolds her, pulling her hips down.
It shouldn't be possible, even her massive dick shouldn't do this, but Ruby can feel the engorged tip working its way up her throat, right before the massive heat pokes out her lips. She’s speechless, helpless to resist as her teacher uses her entire length as a cocksleeve.

"Sswyyy!" Is all she can even try to get out. Her airway blocked with sausage, her body trembling uncontrollably. Never before had she imagined anything like this, and as black spots begin to sparkle into her vision she starts to worry she won’t remember it. She can’t help herself, she tries to wrap it with her needy tongue and when that fails, she laps at the thing sticking out of her mouth instead. She gives it what little attention she can, as her eyes water from lack of air, and her vision fades completely into an abyss.

It's so little, such a small touch when her entire body is an upskirt toy for her lust teacher, but with everything tight, her whole body a stretchy fuckhole, and every part of her distended and shifted to make room, that last ditch effort and care shown is too much.

"You're a considerate girl!" Glynda cries out, her shaft pulsing powerfully in a way that shakes the onahole on her length this way and that like a bronco might its rider, "Keep that up with your team instead of bothering the headmaster, and this won't happen again!" She lectures with a cry of bliss.

She pulls back, just enough to cum inside Ruby instead of spraying the wall, and finds she should have pulled further because it explodes out her nose and sprays in all directions. She takes that as a sign that there's no containing it, and ruts, dragging her body every which way while bloating her like a balloon, forcing the girl to be a container for her lusts, and ensuring her seed takes place in Ruby’s womb, if one of her teammate's seed hasn't.

"Haah, you know what's funny." Glynda gasps. "Your sister's blonde, so you'll have no idea if it's her's or mine."

"Gllrsspprrnmmmmmm..."

"Oh dear, I think I broke her."

It's been a day since she's been here, Ruby thinks.
Maybe longer.
Maybe far longer.

It's hard to remember, with all the cum clogging her brain. Stripped of all but a tattered, sticky skirt, Ruby rests chained up to the side of a desk, specifically, the desk Glynda uses to teach 'Core' several times a day. 

She hasn't even been allowed to clean it all off of her, and yet, somehow, Ruby finds she doesn't mind. The sticky goo never dries, never gets icky and gross. She's covered from hair to nimble toes in a thick layer of Glynda Goo and her only regret at the moment is that her tongue can't reach high enough to lick off what's on her nose.

"Greetings class." She hears the teacher speak up, and Ruby can't help but look up at the room, wondering when new students came in, and if she's seen them before.

Some of them are familiar. Not many, but, up in the front row is Marco Blanc, the runner-up in their weapon engineering class. Way in the back are the twins, Nale and Hale, who get a new detention session every week, for finding the weirdest rule they can to break, or by breaking normal rules in a way even the teachers aren't sure quite counts.

Just a few days ago, they'd been put against each other in Combat Class, and they'd squared off, pulled out their Scrolls, and started playing a video game. Every time one of their characters took damage, the other person would take a swing in that exact fashion.

Though, most of this class is girls
Nina, a thin pink-haired girl who dual wields maces with explosive studs. 
May, a redhead who was 'totally not' dating Yang back at Signal. They used to put on wigs and try to trick each other's parents.
Brielle, a large brunette who wears so many tassels. 

Come to think of it...There's a lot of people from Signal here. Like Mia, Roselin, and Spira.

Their eyes hurt her, because they know who she is. She used to sing songs with Spira after school, Roselin taught her how to do the highlights in her hair, Mia... Mia was a bit mean but she always thought she was one step away from befriending the girl if she could just figure out how she ticks.

Now they're staring at her curves and cum slick body hungrily, and Ruby can't help but be excited by that. Miss Goodwitch wastes no time in making it even worse either, by stepping around the desk and slapping her with the currently soft horse cock - so thick it sends her back even with her aura from the slap alone - and reveling in the shade of red her cheeks manage despite the cum glaze making the hue blander. "Today, class, I'll be teaching you an important part of group relief, using my assistant here. We'll start with hands on, Ruby, if you would?"

Ruby's chains loosen, letting her move from her place on the floor, but she doesn't. She reaches out to hug the thickness offered to her instead, and strokes it with her whole body. "Mm, you start like this." Ruby recites from recent lessons just like this. "Get your whole body into it, hah, it feels good on my tits..."

"As it should." Glynda says, gleefully patting her head, as her hardening cock prods Ruby's cheek, and makes her nuzzle it protectively. 

"Then, haah, you should work it, make sure you stroke over the tip, and work down the shaft as it hardens, ooh, thank you." Ruby laps at the tip, as it starts to outpour a thick stream of sperm rich precum for her lips to drink of. "If you're lucky, haah, you'll turn them on enough while it gets hard to get a treat!"

"Good so far, mm, is everyone taking notes?" Glynda asks, working Ruby's head with her fingers.

"Yes ma'am." The class lies, unanimously undressing. A hungry horde, of one mind. Though, Mia does seem to be paying attention. She's sitting between the twins and jerking them both off.

"Aura makes them thicker, gives them more stamina, and even makes them cum more, just like it does you." Glynda states. "You're not special, your teammates are just as horny as you are, and that means relief is essential."

"Mm, you should love giving it." Ruby drools onto Glynda's whole staff, working it aggressively into her skin, onto her hands, it'd be a titfuck handjob bodyfuck combo if Glynda was just a little smaller. Instead, Ruby's hands working the shaft have to work a dozen times as hard just to reach a massage state, and her tongue and lips do as much work as they possibly can kissing and teasing the tip while her body works it. "You should, haah, want it as much as them! Need it, just like them!"

"Good girl!" Glynda doesn't give a warning. She suddenly launches into a volley of powerful spurts on demand, commanding herself to give Ruby another thick coating she'll be forbidden to wash off. It washes through her hair, drenches her face, leaks out to swallow her tits in a river and pools at her hips enough to make it look like she's fresh out of a bath. The puddle below her grows, spreading in all directions, and she sits in it, looking up and opening her mouth so that some of the raining globs can land in her mouth and feed her the much needed nutrients she's begging for. Glynda's cum is more than enough, if she can get enough...

“Oh fuck.” May gasps. “I wonder if Yang’ll share…” Ruby can hear her biting her lip in anticipation, just like she can feel her lustful gaze watching the cum covered body in front of her.

That has her moaning, almost as much as the taste on her tongue, and the gravy flowing down her throat to her long since expanded belly. Is it just how much cum she's eaten recently, or is she pregnant? She's not even sure, it's all so much. "And that, class, is how you give a handjob to someone far too big for you." Glynda lectures, looking out at the class, before picking Ruby up with her levitation, and pushing her onto the desk. Her tits moosh into the wood, her face presses against it, her hands find themselves locked up yet again and her ass is out and up for the world to see, her hips digging into the side of the desk.

"Miss Goodwitch, um, I don't like this position." Ruby whines lowly, wiggling her bouncy ass for everyone to stare at just as Glynda's monstrous rod finds itself at her puckered hole, in between her thick cheeks.

"Consider this your last teaching session before I let you go back to your team." Glynda promises slowly, causing Ruby's eyes to shine, and for her to push herself back onto the cock all on her own. Her ass stretches over the tip, inhumanly taking it in as Glynda pushes forward, and pops through, spreading her hips wide. "Ooah, when you're on long missions together, you don't want to risk pregnancy." Glynda explains, gripping Ruby's hips and starting to saw in and out of her ass' entrance, stretching her, pulling her and pushing her in ways she audibly can't take. 

"So you have to make use of emergency anal, instead of pussy. This isn't a bad thing, it can be very funny, and Aura will make sure they're safe."  With that she plunges in, filling Ruby's canal to the brim, and causing the girl's mouth to open wide as a high pitched moan graces all their ears. She pushes forward, her body twitching on the end of a rod that bloats her just by entry, and Glynda rocks back and forth, making use of her carelessly. "Civilians are too weak for this, haah, Aura is what makes her able to take this, so save aggressive anal for fellow Huntresses."

One of the girls makes the critical mistake of getting up, and leaning in to look... Only for another to brutally hilt in her ass. Her low groan is a bit pained, prompting another girl to kneel and slip her cock into their mouth.

"Now, now, you can take care of each-other without being mean." Glynda chides, laughing a bit, as Ruby's breath hitches over, and over, and over- caught in a loop of being pushed from her body by powerful thrusts, then being pulled in as fast as Ruby can within the small window she has before the next takes her out of form and grinds her back into the desk. Despite her words, Miss Goodwitch doesn't mess around, doesn't take care, and isn't gentle at all about absolutely brutalizing Ruby's ass. Nor does she put any effort into stopping them from going to town on the girl being bent and fucked at both ends like a rapidly burning candle, in the crowd.

"As far as I see it, haah, you should be quick, decisive, but always make sure your partner is enjoying herself too because you're going next and you want to make sure she's gonna be nice with you, mmm! Well, I don't have to with Ruby here, she doesn't have a dick to go at me with, nor am I responsible for fixing the needs of a girl on punishment!" She's quick, relentless, pummeling the speedy girl's ass so hard one would think she's being cruel.

They'd be wrong, clearly Ruby has more left in her, because after a moment more she's a blur, activating her semblance to rock back and forth at blurring speeds to get as much of Glynda into her as fast as possible - "woaa-haaah-Rubyyyyyy!"

She doesn't even try to pause, scold, or stop her, she lets her ride wave after wave of cum right into her colon. Miss Goodwitch doesn't bother pulling out, she lets it fill Ruby so deep it begins to spurt out her mouth, coating the desk as it overflows. She grabs her hips and bucks herself, pushes so much into her that even with it overflowing out her mouth it can't leave fast enough, and it begins to explode out her ass, covering her thighs and flowing down her legs towards the floor and desk's side. Only then, does Glynda pull out, to shower her ass and backside with a powerful, potent, shiny glaze that all can admire in its steamy, snow-like glory.

"Huaa-"

"Mm-"

"Glspp-"

The sounds from the crowd are loud, but nowhere near as loud as Ruby's gurgles, her throat so full of backed up cum that Glynda shot into her, that air can't get through quite yet.
Even as someone erupts, and that girl's ass finds itself filled with seed, just as her mouth is filled to the brim with twitching, staggering, firing cock that doesn't relent, she's nowhere near as lewd as Ruby's gaping, leaking ass.

It takes real talent to be as shamelessly broken as Ruby is at the moment.
It takes real work, real effort, to make someone beg for more with their every forceful breath, and choke down cum their body can't contain just so they can pretend to be fine and stick their tongue out for more.

Glynda stands back proud of herself. Not of the class, not of the way they caringly pull out of their friend, and give her hugs to make sure she's okay and they weren't too harsh.
She's proud of what she's done here, of Ruby's massively stretched out cockholes, of her leaking needs.

She's a canvas to be painted, and Glynda did a damn good job.
"Okay class, I'm gonna leave her like this. For the rest of the day she's the school's free use slut. Tell your friends, tell your family, in fact, bring your civilian besties to try her. I, am gonna go get some tea and report a job well done to Ozpin. Classes are over for today."

With that, she grabs some papers from the desk, and makes her way towards the entrance.
Smiling brightly at just how quickly the students rush down towards the front of the room, to use her hard work for themselves.

One thing is for sure, Ruby's not gonna complain about her lot in life again.
She's far more likely to complain she's not getting enough dick from here on out. Now that’d be a real problem worth Ozpin’s time. Maybe, if she’s up to it after all this, she should offer the girl extra credit to relieve the headmaster, if she thinks she can handle it. “Oh, and someone blind fold her! I think she’ll really like that!”

“Glynda nooo!” Ruby whines as her eyes are covered with someone’s panties, and someone slides into her ass. Another climbs onto the desk, and plugs her face, unwilling to even let her have time to protest, filling her mouth to the brim with their own needy cock and thrusting up into her face without pause.

“Gllg-mmnn-”
Somehow, despite the situation, she finds herself soaked, gulping, sucking with all she has and bucking back onto whoever’s using her like her life depends on it. Much as Glynda is sure she’ll be doing the entire day, maybe even tomorrow, or next week. Despite her promise, the mistress has no intentions of rushing to let her go.

She might even use her again, time permitted in her busy schedule.