Chapter 4 - Burning Desire Part 1

Raven laid on her bed as a girl with long, choppy, dark purple hair and light, greyish-purple eyes was riding her with her back turned. She had a dull, uninterested look, which meant that her current bitch wasn't giving her any pleasure.


"Get off," she ordered.

"Lady Raven, I can-"

"Get. Off. Do not make repeat yourself, unless you want me to ruin your ass."

Reluctantly, the girl got off and proceeded to leave her cell, only to have Raven throw her across the wall and shove her thick meat into her asshole.

"Who am I kidding?" she said as she thrusted harshly. "I was going to do it anyway."

The girl had her tongue hanging out as she was roughly taken from behind. Raven still had no emotions present on her face, but it didn't stop her pounding her latest bitch. Not that she got any pleasure from her, anyway. She had gained a lot of bitches, but all of them were just... dull.

"Hey Raven," the guard outside of her cell called out. "Not liking this one?"

"What do you think?" she responded, still reaming her current bitch.

"I'm only asking because you have that same bored expression you had when you first came in here. Do none of the bitches please you anymore?"

Raven scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. The warden can bring a ship's worth of whores from Mistral here and it still wouldn't be enough."

"What if it was your own daughter?"

That piqued Raven's interest, for the first time in a while.
"I'm listening."


"Well, from what I heard, she arrived recently. And she's been a real hit with the guards."

"How so?"

"She's submissive. Doesn't even talk back when they're railing into her. It's every guard's dream to fuck a bitch who doesn't fight back."

Raven narrowed her eyes. "You do realize that's my daughter you're talking about."

The guard waved dismissively. "I know, I know. It was a compliment."

Raven pulled out the girl she was pounding and let her fall to the ground, an ahegao expression on her face.

"Tell me everything you've heard about my daughter," she demanded.


"You know, this bitch ain't so bad," a guard said.

"Yeah," another guard agreed. "You don't find a sub very often in this joint. Sometimes, you gotta force them into submission."

"In normal society, it would be frowed upon," a third guard added. "But in here, the warden's okay with it, and we are too."

In the center of the guards was Yang, who was riding one of the guards and giving the remaining two handjobs and blowjobs. To their pleasant surprise, Yang has been pretty willing upon arriving at the prison, and was more than happy to let the guards do with her as they wished.

"Man, I wish all the bitches here were as good as this one."

"Seriously, there needs to be more subs here."

"Whatever. I like it better when they struggle."

Yang paid no attention to the guards' banter and focused on pleasing them. For the guards that stood on the sides, she alternated between blowing and stroking them, and bounced her ass on the guard beneath her. Suffice to say, she was having fun pleasing the guards.

"This is gonna be so fun," Yang said with her mouth filled with cock.

"And that's about it," the guard explained. "From what I heard, anyway."

Raven sighed. "So my daughter's going to arrive here, is she?"

"You don't sound too happy about it."

"I'm not."

The guard tilted her head. "Does anything around here make you happy?"

"Nope."

"What about Pyrrha?"

"Pyrrha doesn't make me happy. She makes me feel relieved."

The guard groaned in frustration. "You know, it's a wonder why the girls go for such an emo top like you."

Raven smirked as she stroked her monsterous shaft. "What makes you think I'm so popular around here?"

The guard glared at her. "Fuck you."

"Don't tempt me."