The distant sounds of water against the docks matched the creak and groan of old timbers. Salt tang was in the air, and the cloudy skies overshadowed everything. For the moment, the students of second and third year classes had the day off. Beacon Academy was in the process of sending the newest recruits through their paces and Ozpin was in the midst of his classical 'landing training.' Professor Goodwitch and the others were currently occupied making sure that casualties were avoided while they were thrown at the Grimm, and honestly? The show wasn't half as much fun as it had been last year. So, a night patrol had been available for provisional licenses and late year students. It was a quiet patrol. White Fang agents hadn't been seen in ages, meaning that only one huntress in training was requested. For now, there'd been nothing truly out of the ordinary, not since the Vytal tournament the previous year. It was, all told, almost a boring and routine task. However, it was also exactly the sort of thing that Father would probably think was beneath the heir of the Schnee Dust Corporation, wasn't it?

Weiss Schnee huffed as she looked at the bounty board. "No, no, no..." Swiping the different tasks to the side the young huntress-in-training showed her exasperation. Tired of being in the shadow of her father or her team she needed something to truly separate her from the pack. Yet now on her 3rd time scrolling through in just as many hours there was nothing befitting a huntress of great import. At least nothing that wouldn't involve her having to bring a long that credit stealing hack. So finally with a sigh the heiress went with the next best thing. A quite mission that would give her sometime with her own thoughts. Perhaps not the most glamorous for Atlas' elite, but it was a solo mission after hours non the less. A simple check of the box later and Weiss was in.



Later that evening the young pale beauty would be doing her patrol. Dressed in her usual, elegant attire the young girl would stick out like a sore thumb among the few commoners that she had passed. "Ugh, this place is disgusting and the smell!" Turning her head up as she neared closer to the harbor the young girl had already begun to regret her decision and all of that was before she even noticed those eyes upon her. For the humans could not see nearly as well as their evolved counterparts in the dark.

Of course, tonight, despite all of that, the third year trainee on duty wasn't actually alone. A pair of eyes watched from the darkness, as they had for the last half hour. Nobody was coming around, the dock workers all starting to head home for the night. They were waiting for the point when things truly quieted down. Nobody frequented this part of town after hours, meaning that the pretty, pale-skinned woman would be all alone. Those eyes just had to be patient a little longer...

Tyne could definitely have passed for a human in even decent light, but the fact that she saw so clearly in the dark told a very different story. Like many faunus, her night vision was incredible. So, it was easy to keep track of the bored-looking waif while she turned up her nose at the scent of less than fresh fish caught earlier in the day. It wasn't glamorous work, but do enough of these, and it earned one a reputation for dependability that was, at least, lucrative for acquiring better jobs. Employers enjoyed responsible huntresses after all. None of that, however, was going to matter if the big woman lurking out of sight had anything to say about it.



In the distance, workers were shouting their final goodbyes. The complex that Weiss was tasked to keep an eye on over the night had its gate closed and she was presently left alone with the shipping crates. Automated worker bots continued the methodical task of moving crates, unable to defend themselves or even call into headquarters. What they did do, however, was make it hard to hear. If she were to scream right now, there were healthy odds nobody would hear, much less be able to pin down where the sound came from. Weiss gave the workers a very forced wave goodbye as they left. They were beneath her, but she had to play nice in order to not hear about it in the morning. Luckily the moment that they left the weight of the world would fall off her shoulders. A long sigh exited her tiny frame as she leaned back against a random shipping container. For the first time in what felt like ever the heiress was away from everyone. The forced bunk with those fools or that mansion that felt like a prison. In this moment she was free. What the young girl didn't know was that this would be one of her last moments.

A minute or so later the huntress-in-training would stand back up and straighten her dress. If she was to guard this disgusting place she was going to damn well do it with dignity. As she did so, her watcher nodded to herself, satisfied that they were alone. Tyne dropped down from a shipping container, her heavy boots striking the ground while she rose slowly, form veiled in shadows but easily taller than even that hack's father was, looming and grinning. "A good huntress has to learn to deal with the smell, I thought. Grimm don't exactly smell nice, after all," she said, advancing at a casual pace, unconcerned with the fact that she didn't belong here.

Of course, Weiss had only gotten a few steps down the path before those words echoed out over the automated racket. Turning about she lifted an eye brow as the taller woman emerged from the shadows and spoke in a very familiar tone. "Umm excuse me?" She initially questioned in a very uppity tone. Though the practiced girl would quickly reel that in. "I thought the last of the workers had left. You best hurry miss before the gates lock." She did not reach for her weapon not yet. As it was quite likely this woman was just that last one out the door and should could not imagine hearing from Ruby. "YOU ATTACKED A WORKER?!" In that high pitched and awful tone that child spoke in.

That reaction solicited a sneer from the other, one that went almost from ear to ear. Her pearly whites were fanged enough to be reminiscent of a shark's, glistening in the low light as she laughed openly. "Oh you ARE a stuck up, snotty little thing aren't you?" was the retort. One big hand went up to rest lightly at the over-sized hilt of a blade that nearly covered her back, barely missing the ground by half a foot. The jagged edges of the weapon screamed its ill intention, this one favoring gear that was less compartmentalized and variable than Weiss' companions, and far more like her own, in the way that a meat cleaver was technically similar to cutlass. They were both tools for cutting, but this one clearly relied on power. "Don't you worry. That gate's locked just fine. In fact, I was waiting for it to lock so I could have my run of the place. Imagine my surprise when it seems they hired security. The one who owns it might have gotten a clue when that worker disappeared last week."



That rumor hadn't been in the report, but there had been a few comments about missing people. However, this was Vale. The town was huge and had a serious crime problem even without the Torchwick gang causing issues. So, nobody thought about that sort of thing. An easy motion of the arm unslung her blade from her back and she brought it to rest, flat against the shoulder of her trench coat, leaning forward. "But hey, if the security is going to be as cute, much less as ... leggy as you? Who am I to complain? You're probably worth more to me than anything in the crates." Ironically? That statement had nothing to do with Weiss' family. Tyne had other plans for her.

Weiss initially mirrored the motion of the woman by placing the her hand upon the hilt of Myrtenaster. The word of this person brought about a huff from the heiress as she again repeated herself. "Excuse me?" This time it was far more pointed and nearly a screech. Though as the woman spoke further and her intents grew more clear the young huntress would draw the rapier and point it in the direction of the woman. "You should know miss. I'm not just any ordinary security." Pausing a moment her chin lifted just a touch. "I am a huntress of Beacon Academy and you would do well to vacate the premises immediately. I do not wish to harm you, but if your action and intents are nefarious you will leave me no choice but too..."



Her words were cut off by the final portion of what the woman had to say. "I-I..." Her pale face grew slightly red. "I... do not know what you are insinuating, but if you take a step further with you weapon drawn I will be forced to take you down." Of course the rest of what the woman had to say did not go unheard either. "Now, put that down and surrender yourself. If you know anything about a missing persons you best come clean now. It will only get messier if you do not!"

The laughter in response was loud, loud enough that it practically screamed how little Tyne was concerned about what was going on. Midway through Weiss' speech, the Green haired titan had reached up and tapped a button on the front of her shirt. The scroll, now apparent, was recording just in time to catch the red-faced declaration. She was being recorded as this big woman confronted her! Tyne's body posture crouched a little lower and she took a tiny packet out of another pocket, idly pulling it open with her teeth. She had neither left nor had she made another aggressive move, just watching for the moment. "Let me make it a little clearer for you, drumstick," she growled out, adding a little jab at the girl's thin legs, the way that they stood out in her heels. Her fingers dragged the contents of the bag over the edge of her blade while she eyed Myrtenaster. Glittering yellow dust flowed along and seemed to fuse into the blade, a crackle of electricity there, humming. She slapped at her own ass and laughed. "They're not missing. What's left of them's on my ass and I finally finished working most of the extra pounds off yesterday. So there's plenty of room for dinner tonight."



She snorted and lunged forward, moving with almost alarming speed. Her hands both grabbed the blade and the pressure of her dark aura was bearing down as she made the swing, eyes practically glittering with glee. "When I'm done playing with my dinner that is! You look stiff enough, you're probably still a virgin!" It didn't actually matter if she was or not. That'd been said to get this girl off balance. Mockery like that was clearly having an effect, and she was going to abuse any emotional or mental weakness with intimidation that she was able.

Weiss' eyes widened as she looked at the camera it would be enough to get her to drop her guard. Especially as the woman's words took a moment to fully resonate with the huntress. "Y-you ate them?!" Her voice staggered and trembled as it exited her lips. Such an act was unheard of by the elite. At least, not for one as young as herself. She had yet to be included at one of her parents 'banquets' where the rich indulge themselves with the poor. Though with the strained relationship between her and her father it was quite possible that the heiress may have ended up as a dish rather than a partner. Considering Jacques' proclivities, and more importantly the proclivities of the twisted allies he kept in private, close confidence? It would not have been a stretch of the imagination for Weiss to have found herself, one embarrassment too many and in his ill graces. A last escape attempt, one too many defiantly public displays and she would have 'fallen ill,' only to have found her lithe, beautiful body on display on a silver platter in front of people she had never met, and likely would never have approved of. But, perhaps it really was better this way. Right now, her life was on the line in a far more palpable way.



Of course, there was no time to think, nor would she have known to anyway. Especially as the titanic woman sprung on top of her. The typically nimble huntress was caught flat footed and instantly over whelmed. "Y-you were... were warned." She would eventually manage to get out as her knees shook from the constant mockery. Luckily her training would kick in and a glyph would spawn beneath her springing the huntress upwards. "You w-will find there is a lot more than meets the eyes with me!" As she hit the apex of her hop another glyph would spawn in the air sending her sailing on top of a nearby container. Then with one swing of her sword a spray of ice dust would fling towards her opponent. Despite the tormenting words and the almost certain cannibalism for the moment the heiress was attempting to debilitate the woman and take her in alive.

Tyne whipped around easily, catching how the white glyphs served as new planes of gravity, springboards for motion. Repulsion effects like those were useful, but she had her own tricks. Her teeth bared, she grinned up at the girl as soon as she'd reached the top of the crate, using the bulk to serve as a guard against the ice that came with the slotting of the dust into the blade. Taking her electrically charged blade, she struck low. Weiss was too far up there to hit without jumping, but she'd made the critical error of still standing on a metal structure instead of concrete. Tyne's blade slammed into the metal and current surged from the dust upwards, rocketing towards where the heiress stood with every intent of sending paralyzing power into her limbs. "It's even better when dinner isn't some pitiful little fawn. You'll have some meat on your bones when I show you my personal little trick!" Because of course... the ability to consume her whole. That... that was this one's semblance. Not useful in combat, but she had the strength, speed and skill to make up for that.

Weiss started to prepare a counter as her ice attack was ineffective. Clearly there was more too this large woman than just her size and strength. She was not without skill in her own right. Unfortunately, for the young fighter she was caught quite off guard by the conductive base that she stood upon. In an instant the voltage coursed throughout her entire body and she dropped to her knees. Frozen and seizing the huntress-in-training would end up toppling over and off the crate. The fall hurt, but it did free her from the paralyzing energy. Though she was in a terrible spot still as she now gazed up to the towering predator. "W-wait miss..." She said through tired gasps as she raised a hand to the woman.



Closing her eye the heiress next act was not an honorable one, but it was an act of desperation. Disarmed and in a terrible position she only had one trick remaining. A massive glyph would appear behind Tyne and a giant arm emerged from it. She had yet to master the full summoning of the goliath knight, but the hand would hopefully be enough. With a massive arching slash the arm would swing an equally impressive blade at the woman. "Y-you had your chance to surrender miss..." Weiss had wished this altercation went differently, but if what this woman had said was true. She was doing Remnant a favor.

Tyne was looming over her, already moving in to strike when the glyph formed behind her. Her blade raised, she brought her knee in hard right to the solar plexus of the huntress in training with a heavy, powerful blow intended on driving the air right out of her lungs. The slash of the spectral blade struck, and Tyne hissed, barely catching sight of the motion in the shadows of the gloomy space between crates, enough to keep it from being a mortal blow, or one that would deplete and break her aura. She had to roll however, landing on her feet in a crouch and scowling at Weiss, green eyes locking with the ice princess' blue orbs. There was blood, and her teeth were gritted with pain, but she was not down and out. Tearing another pouch, black powder skittered on the flat of her blade, and it glowed a weird black. She brought it up in a heavy slash, the jagged edge away as she aimed to follow through with a blow hard to her back, driving down.



Gravity dust. She didn't use it often. It was unpredictable, but oh it was useful if you hit hard enough like this. The goal was to use the gravitic forces to slam Weiss down into the concrete, hard enough that she'd release her blade, or more importantly keep her hands busy and unable to do another glyph like that. "I'd say you had your chance too," she said with a bit of blood flecking her lips. "But I like it when my prey squirms. You've got a great voice. It's going to sing your funeral dirge beautifully for me." If only she knew that Weiss actually had operatic training. That voice could definitely sing!

Weiss grabbed onto her blade quickly as the sweeping strike sent to woman skidding. Pointing it at her opponent it was clear that the electric dust had done its work. Even the most practiced of aura's struggled with such an energy. Especially with the way it was applied through a conductive material. Which mean that her knees quaked and her body trembled. Though for the moment her resolve would hold. "I... I warned you miss." With that she would lift her arm again attempted to summon another attack. However, just as it materialized behind the woman that massive crash of strength and gravity Dust would due it's work. Lifting her rapier to parry the arm would dissipated and crumble harmlessly into the ground.



After the parry was made the extra force from the gravity would kick in and the light and pale huntress would be sent crashing into the container behind her. The white shimmer around her body flickered and trembled in the same way as her body. It was quickly becoming clear that the heiress was nearly out of the fight and doomed to her existence of being a prey.



Rolling away from the bashed in container she lifted her head to see the horrifying sight of her weapon resting at the feet of the predator. "W-wait..." She started to say in between heavy gasps for air. The boot landed on the rapier just as Weiss' aura broke. Tyne had seen it. There'd been a glitter and a fizzle in the air. With a scoot and a kick, she sent the rapier behind her, out of reach of its wielder, right before she was on her. The jagged saw edges slammed into the metal of the container, punching through with the lingering remnants of gravity's power. It brought the blade dangerously close to Weiss's throat, only barely missing grazing the flesh much less the threat implied as it was used to serve like a makeshift collar, pinning her to the container. One hand each grabbed for both of the girl's hands. Tyne was breathing heavily, but she pressed the attack, meaning to keep the girl's hands busy, locked, unable to move as she aimed to drag them over her head.



"Is this the part where you beg for your life? Where you tell me that they're going to come looking for you? That you have powerful friends?" she said, her lips curled in a defiant, but pain-filled grin as she leaned in close enough to almost have her breath on the young woman's cheek. "Go on. Beg if you want. Tell me all the reasons I shouldn't show you my semblance." There was a low growl as she said it, though this was coming from the rumbling of her stomach. "You have until I'm done playing with dinner to convince me to let you live. Who knows? Maybe you'll be a good enough lay I might let you go... just so I can do it again. Get my own little huntress toy on speed doll whenever I want to hear her scream." She had no intention of letting her go... but this kind of taunting got so many delightful reactions in Tyne's past.

Weiss was helplessly outmatched without her aura. The lithe fighter may have been agile, but she lacked the outright strength of her peers. Which meant as she twitched and trembled the young warrior was little more that a helpless child in the arms of her better.



Of course, just at Tyne would predict Weiss' mouth would open a pleading tone escaping her lips. "Pl... please miss d-do you know who I am?" Before the woman was even given a chance to respond the heiress would introduce herself. "I... I... Weiss Schnee, H-heiress t-to the Schnee household and business. If... if you d-don't hurt me... I... i'm sure m-my father would happily pay for me." Huffing for air in-between each word she would also add in. "S-surely that wh-why you came here in the first place. Y-you wanted m-money or... or things right. M-my family owns a-a massive business wh-whatever you need w-we can provide just please d-don't d-do anything t-to me!" Even to herself it was uncertain if it had really sunk in everything that Tyne claimed or if her words were just trying to separate the thought of molesting or eating her. From just the base desires of harming someone or the desire for wealth. Either way she would look helplessly up at the woman and beg, snivel, and quake for that mercy.

Tyne took a pair of cuffs out. She'd gotten them from a beat cop not that long ago. Slipping them around Weiss' wrists, she let them tighten and autmatically catch hold, keeping the girl's hands over her head for a moment as she took hold of a last pouch of dust. It was almost like she wasn't paying complete attention to what the white haired girl was saying, running the red dust out of the pouch, half into the wound on her shoulder, half for a second later. A hiss and the scent of cauterizing wounds came before she doffed her trenchcoat and brushed the remaining dust carefully on the jagged edges of her blade, heating them up and using that heat to cut upwards without harming Weiss much yet. It dragged the heiress up, until she was to her tip-toes, pinned and held to the crate just in time for the schpiel.



Tyne made a little hand motion, like lips flapping and went to position her scroll for continued filming. She loved taking film of times like this. The scroll, set to record, just continued on while she grabbed for her prey's thighs, fingers at the knees. She squeezed painfully, prying her legs open and leaning in to drag her tongue along the edge of her throat. "So daddy's some dust schiller. Whatever. I bet he'd pay a bit for you, or maybe a huntress who lost to some strange beast girl would be enough of an embarrassment... he'd enjoy watching the footage of her dying? Maybe I'll get his address from your scroll later." Assuming she didn't forget it entirely. Her hips pushed in against Weiss, the woman's lips at her ear, whispering softly. 'I don't care about money, meat. Try again.'

Weiss continued to struggles and move about helplessly as she was shackled only stopping when she witnessed Tyne apply the Dust directly to her skin. "Ar-are y-you crazy do you know what Dust d-does t-to your body." Wincing and looking away as it seared against her opponent the heiress was completely out of her depths. This was unlike any person she had come across before. Even some of the less privileged kids at Beacon still had more dignity than this villain. Had more decency.



Especially as she was lifted even higher and felt that tongue upon her neck. A small cut from where the blade had gently pressed leaked her entitled blood into the predator's mouth. Her mouth started to open again as she was about to plea but then that word rang throughout her head. Meat. Meat? Meat... was that truly how it was? Looking right into the camera she spoke again. "Please Daddy, h-help me..." Then back up too the woman. "...Ev-even if you d-don't care about money. Y-you don't think Beacon w-will just let me be raped or die w-without consequence." It was then as some fight returned to her that an idea popped in her head. "Y-yeah, th-they'll more Remnant and the moon t-to find me or at least avenge me. If... if one of Atlas' elites d-died while at there school it would l-look terrible. S-so see... s-surely there is something that w-we can figure out. S-some sore of deal!"

"It's not live, dumby," she said, shivering at the taste of Weiss' blood. Her whole body moved with an excited, eager air, and the drag of the tongue along that shallow cut came seconds before her cock started to swell. There was a weighty, thick bulge that pressed in against the young girl's body, squeezing up and against her in a way that practically screamed just the size of what was about to be pistoning in her. Her tiny body was going to be wrecked by the thing if that was what it was at half mast. Tyne laughed as she got a thought, though and pulled out Weiss' Scroll. While she unzipped her pants, she turned the article around and opened the back, idly humming to herself. Her eyes squinted and she showed that she wasn't stupid, and even a little tech savvy. "There you are," she said, biting her lip and grinding with her hips. A careful motion and she pulled a chip out, dropping it and crushing it under her foot before popping the casing back on and turning it on for weiss.



'GPS Signal not Found.'



Grinning, she synched it with her scroll and then put it on the other side of the two of them, turning on the recording. A dual feed started and she turned it from recording to livestream, sending it to her contacts before grinning at her and dragging her hands up and under her dress, yanking her panties down. "You know... I don't even remember your name, drumstick. You're welcome to say it for the cameras. But I betcha they won't figure out where you are before we're done." Licking her lips, she dropped her trousers, letting them hit the ground and starting to push her dress up and out of the way. "Go on. Beg your daddy to help you again." Another lean in and a nip at her ear. 'Then again. Maybe he'll secretly beat himself off as he watches his failure of a daughter die. Rich Atlas bitch.'

Weiss' eyes and entire body seemed to droop as the woman removed her scroll and the chip. That was going to be her last card to play. Hopefully as the woman was distracted she could hit an emergency alert or even summon her locker. Yet with the GPS removed there was nothing that the heiress could do now except to await that inevitable fate.



At least, that was what a less feisty person may have done. Looking right into the camera the white haired girls voice may have trembled but her resolve was firm. After all despite her short comings she was a student of beacon, a huntress in the making, and the heroine of her own story. "My name is Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee household, and if you're watching this now you're depraved and your day will come soon. If you've found this in the search for me know that I didn't go down without a fight!" Looking back to Tyne she cringed as her dress was pushed up. "I... I won't beg anymore, and y-you can do whatever y-you wish too me, b-but you wont DO THAT!" In that moment she would summon what little strength she had left and kick the predator square in the lower regions in one final act of defiance.

"HAHAH!" Tyne chortled back, even as she grunted and winced, dropping her top and half doubling over for a second from the sensation of getting kicked right in the dick. It was probably for the best that Weiss' version of heels were wedges, not stilettos, or that would have hurt even more. Teeth gritted in a nasty grimace, her eyes shone with menace and she grabbed her by the knees while she was lashing and kicking back as best as she was able. Her grip was savage, painful, and as soon as she was able, she'd slam both legs up, against the metal, with her hips serving to keep Weiss from choking against the sword. "Daddy made a spirited little chicken-legged girl didn't he?"



Her fists clenched on the knees and her body squeezed in, the flat of that massive dick pressed between them. There was buzzing coming from Weiss' phone, but without the GPS, the connection was indistinct, unclear. Her own phone didn't have a GPS either, making it impossible for them to tell where she was because she didn't have the sense to say she was at the docks, just to scream. Yanking on her legs, she moved to pull Weiss knees over her shoulders and squash her into a mating press before dragging nails down both of her thigs and prying her ass cheeks apart. One fist gripped the base and she used the thumb to pry her open before starting to jam herself unceremoniously in the back door. Weiss had lost any desire for lube from Tyne this time. "But spunk isn't going to save you from ending up fat on my hips. You definitely don't have the chest to end up there!"

Weiss looked down and even smiled for a moment at her momentary victory. Though that smile would quickly wash away in horror as the woman was mostly unphased, worse. She was laughing at the feistiness of the huntress. How could someone be so sick and depraved? Is this how the poor of Vale lived? There was almost nothing she could say in that moment as her mouth just hung open in a permanent gasp. Eyes wide and filled with the vision of her death and the inevitable that was too come. "mmm~ ahhh!" Crying out as she was painfully pressed against the container a little more of her blood seeping from the wound growing upon her neck.



There was nothing that could be said or done and the next thing to leave her mouth would be a crying scream of pain as that massive log plunged into her rear. Unaided by lube and completely uncaring for the kick that had just been placed upon it. The student would breath heavily and gasp with each inch it was pressed inside of her. Crawling and wriggling against whatever she could find there was nothing that the helpless heiress could do. At least nothing that her mind could do. Her virgin body on the other hand would begin to leak her sweet juiced from that tight and untouched slit of her. Filling the air with the sweet nectar of virgin privilege a scent that would most likely drive any predator mad with desire. A scent coupled with the taste of blood that would test the patience and will of Tyne to not just devour the pour girl right then and there.

One paw had a full, firm hold on the girl's hips. It squeezed enough to make the bone ache a little, helping to make sure that she was angled just right. The thrusts were heedless, rough and eager, stretching her rear out, coring and hollowing it with the depths of each thrust. The beastly woman's nostril flared and she bared her fangs, bristling and shivering in response to the way that she felt, to the sounds she made, the smells that lingered in the air. "Your daughter's getting off. I can smell it! This meat's getting off as I rape her on camera for all her friends to see, for her daddy to watch! Oh man, I am going to be doing you such a favor by adding your aura to mine, by adding your body to mine. You'd never have survived out there, huntress," she taunted her, tearing at her dress and yanking it free but leaving the upper collar and sleeves intact. Her free hand went up to paw over her breast while she heaved and thrust, sending hip-jarring sensations through Weiss' whole body.



She was panting, getting stronger the longer that she was outside of the veil of actual combat. Nostrils flared again and she lapped at the thin trickle of blood, her grips and motions leaving bruises all over that alabaster skin while she used her like a cocksleeve. She leaned in to whisper softly. 'milk runs like yours are a dime a dozen. They'll never find you in time. I'm going to toss your scroll into my gut with you. So they can watch you bubble away like phlegm on a hot plate, dinner. And then I'm going to digest your aura... melt what's left of it down and make you part of me. Forever.'

Weiss continued to moan, whimper, and scream with each thrust of that massive cock. Her tight inner walls quickly giving way to the rough and horrific presses of the woman. Even if she was not about to be a meal it would have been honestly tough for her to survive with the way that shaft was rearranging her innards. Yet despite all this pain and the complete disregard for her life the huntress' body would practically be on the edge of climax already. That sweet juice now leaking quickly from her slit filling the air with even more of that scent.



Her soft eyes also poured liquid. Tears ran down her eyes and mixed with that blood. Each thrust and lap causing that wound to grow more and more. Each word from the predator's mouth breaking her spirit right along with her body. Eventually as Tyne pressed deep inside of her and the two were at their closest Weiss would look right at her predator. "Please..." She said in desperation. "...j-just end me. L-let me go with some dignity left." Now pouring tears at the end of the comment the huntress that was never too be would fully accept her fate and if she was too do so in front of the camera. She would at least do it with dignity, because in her mind at least she was not meat. She was still the glorious martyr of her own story now.

Tyne reached up from the breast that she'd been pawing over, the bruises from the marks there on her victim's pale skin. A yank and she cast her blade to the side, reaching back and yanking her head to point upwards, staring towards the sky while she pressed at her shoulders with her other hand, the angle sending rippling thrusts right through, pushing up against her womb from behind, the force running through her whole body as wet slapping sounds could be heard with every pound that threatened to to break her hips. Her high-heeled calves were still on perfect display, dangling over her shoulders while the metal behind her gave a tortured groan.



"You don't have any dignity left. You never had it. You're just protein chains attached to marrow, a lot of iron and some calcium... and until I'm finished coring you out, you filthy little gutslut, you're ngh... not a bad cocksleeve. But that's all you are. Proteins... bones... Aura." She let out a shout and purple semen thundered out, pushing through her innards, exploding down from her ruined back door. She kept her at this angle, but the hand at her shoulders went down, hunting for and finding her clit. This girl was so close to getting off? She wanted her to cum as she was pulling out and shooting that stretched, opened up hole of her ass with the last shots of seed, stuffing her like a turkey with her cum. "Go on... orgasm to the thought that you're nothing but meat that doesn't deserve its dignity... tell your daddy you failed the family."

The heiress let out a silent screaming gasp as the woman finally pressed all the way inside of her. Eyes wide open as she looked up to the sky. Mouth agape as if that cock head was about to go the whole way through her.



There was nothing left to say as she looked back down to the woman. The piles of hot cum filling every part of her rear. The feeling of a cold warmth inside of her as she was upon the precipice of her inevitable fate. Those words from Tyne's lips were finally enough to break the heiress. Looking at the camera she sighed and cried as her body climax. "mmm... ahhh.... I-I'm n-nothing.... sh-she's right... I-I'm a fraud. D-daddy, Ruby... I'm s-sorry... I... I... I'm meat..." Then with that admission and the finishing of her orgasm that tired and broken huntress would fall limp within the predators grasp. Utterly shattered in body and spirit she was less then nothing and probably not even worthy of remembrance after the next several meals would pass through the predator's body.

She was held aloft, one hand gripping her body and keeping her there by the legs, pinning her at an angle with the forearm hooked under her knees. The other held her cock steady, yanking out just to the point where the last shots could spatter over her untouched sex, shoot into the obvious, gaping hole of her ass, a bit of blood from the abuse there as she shot easily into a part of Weiss' body that would take a while to come back to some semblance of normalcy. There wasn't internal pain, as by some miracle she hadn't been actually speared however close it might have felt it when the last thrusts got close to punching her deep in her body. Without regard, she let the now limp girl plummet down to the ground, to her knees.



She'd gotten her to admit it. Desperate text messages would fly as she'd said that, as she'd admitted that she was just meat. A hand grabbed her by the jaw, yanking her mouth open, keeping it open when she took the tip of her cock and jammed it into her mouth, threatening to push back and into her throat with every thrust. One last insult to her pride, forced to her knees, to suck off the cock while Tyne took her other hand and started to press to her own jaw, stretching it, unhinging it. "That's right. My chicken dinner can be quiet for a minute while I nut the last of my cum off in her throat. Let's get my jaw set. I'm going to swallow you whole, dinner. I'll bet your friends find you eventually. Maybe they'll find your skull for dental records?" She was laughing. Somewhere, the others were probably frantically searching, but Vale was freaking huge. And there really were a lot of these 'milk' runs.

Weiss crumpled to the ground as she was let go. Blood, tears, and cum seemed to pour from every hold on her body. Looking up that battered huntress was a shell of her formal self. What was once a pristine body was covered in bruises and scuffs. Her tight belly somewhat inflated from the masses of cum inside of her.



The only decent part of her body left would be quickly ruined as the woman pressed that cock deep inside the heiress mouth. Several muffled and moaning gags would be heard as the cock pressed deep down her throat. Seemingly uncaring if her meat could breath. Looking up it would finally show that true fear in Weiss' eyes as the woman unhinged her jar. Even with the admission, even with the defeat, and the tormenting words. Some part of her hoped that the would would just use her. Perhaps even kill her, but now it seemed that her claims were true. There was not escaping it the young warrior truly was on the menu tonight. She would be digested like any common animal lower on the food chain from their better. A thought that had a very strange affect.



A moment after Tyne opened her jaw. Weiss would quiver and freeze. Then a long and muffled moan would escape her cock filled mouth as she let out the longest and best orgasm of her very short and soon to be over life.

"She just came again looking at me! Oh... they raise meat right up in where did you say you were from? Atlas?" She said, only half remembering while her hips jammed in. She was actually just barely careful not to choke Weiss to death. The girl was only dinner to her, but she wanted to make sure that she was still able to breathe when she was swallowed. She wouldn't last long in there, but she wanted to be absolutely sure that the huntress was alive as she was devoured. Reaching over while her hand gripped the back of her head and she sawed into her throat, she collected the heiress' scroll and put a bit of gum to its back. The stuff was made of just the right material that it would stick to her walls for... a little bit. Popping it into her mouth, she laughed and swallowed hard. There was a feed going to everyone trying desperately to find Weiss, one of her getting throat fucked, the other of the scroll slipping its way down the esophagus and into her stomach. With her hand, she manipulated, pushed and got it so that there'd be an awkward angle in there, just waiting for her.



Panting harder, her pace mounted. This wasn't about the chicken dinner's pleasure, though she loved the idea of how aroused her body was. It'd taste great soon. Her hips jammed in and she cut off her air for a second as more of the purple spunk splattered over the back of her throat, pumping down into her stomach, blasting over the back and up, out of her nostrils and over her tongue, heady, salty, and unnatural. It got everywhere and she barely gave her time afterwards to catch her breath, to caught it out before she unhooked the manacles and lifted her by the shoulders, drooling with a stretched maw over the girl's fate. "Thank you for the meal!" she taunted, as if she were saying grace to her own dinner.

Weiss Schnee was beaten and battered by this point. The young heiress wanted desperately too fight back, but Tyne had just been too much for her. Still as she gagged upon her cock and tears ran down her throat. The soon too be meat would give one last gasp of defiance by reaching out for her scroll. A muffled cry would slip from her mouth, but it was too late. There was no fight left after that as the hips bucked forward jerking her entire tiny body. Coughing and gagging her throat would ripple and tease the entirity of Tyne's cock. Her body quivered and jerked unintentionally only increasing the pleasure more and more. "mmm... ahhh~" More muffled and lewd sounds would fall until finally she was relieved of the cock.



Doubling over Weiss had thought for the briefest of moments salvation would be upon her. When those manacles dropped she'd look up with a small sliver of hope. However, it was just in time to see that maw open. Crying she'd open her mouth, but nothing would come out. She was truly nothing better than a meal for her betters. Something that her body had actually accepted as a bit of the young huntress' sweet juices would start to fall from her slit. Something that would only add to the tasty pleasure of the predator.

Meanwhile the predator looked up at Weiss and she grinned a sickening grin. She was amply strong enough to hold her with just one hand, albeit a little awkwardly. She gripped her at the hips and popped her jaw, unhooking it now that the heiress' scroll was fully swallowed and pressed up against the inner walls of her stomach. Unlike meat, it would be able to handle the etching of some gastric juices for at least a little bit. One hand went to take a wrist and push it up against her crotch, forcibly pushing Weiss' fingers into her own snatch while she grinned up at her and licked her lips. Her voice was a little 'off' because of the unhinged status of her jaw. "Go on. Touch yourself, you filthy little bit of white meat. One you start sliding down my throat, you're nothing better than a chicken dinner to me. And it's obvious you're enjoying yourself. Who am I to stop the meat from finger blasting herself as she dies and melts into nothing but bones, proteins and crap?" She laughed up at her, patting her stomach and then gripping thin knees, opening her jaws wide. "Ngh, god I'm hungry. You're barely enough to satisfy me but you're going to have to do." And while the camera continued to roll, she gulped and pulled the girl's feet in. She might have wanted to try and fight it, but it was clear that the fight had been beaten out of her.



Her tongue dragged along and over the back of Weiss' ankles, pulling them in, wrapping around them and oozing saliva all over her lower legs. The tyranitar licked her way along the base of perfectly sculpted, pale calves, murmuring at the taste of her. The way that she handled her, it stopped being affectionate, erotic or even focused on pleasure for either of them. It was the way that you eld a turkey leg when you tore a hunk out of it, or plunged a corn dog into your mouth. Her uvula draped between her ankles and she took carefully timed breaths. She was packing oxygen, keeping her steady at this point for almost a minute to taste her, to feel her, and to make sure that the absolute maximum of oxygen was in her lungs. When she was ready, ready to take her dear sweet time swallowing her and holding her breath, she took one last long one that left enough air in her lungs to last like a deep sea diver, and then she stated to gulp. Toes were pulled into the throat and Weiss was dragged down to her knees, one hand gripping her thigh and the other holding her hips, making her feel it as the teeth dragged along the edge of her calves and her legs were starting to be squeezed almost painfully tight in that confined, fleshy esophagus.

Weiss whimpered as she was forced to touch herself. The heiress turned meat's pale face would be blood red as she could feel for herself how wet she had become. "mmm..." Whimpering as each of Tyne's words were a a battering ram. Slowly but sure crashing down the walls of her brain. The walls that held up her self preservation and even her entire sense of being. Ones that would finally be breached as she felt the woman's mouth wrap around her pale feet. The moment was finally upon her and the young huntress admitted what she was. "mmm... I... I am you're meat. I... mmm~" The idea that had gotten into her addled head now was all that she could think about. Fingers would start to dive deeper into her slit as she looked down into that maw. "I... I'm going to tell my dad that he raised a perfect little chicken." What was going on in her head? Had she finally snapped? Was this her way of dealing with her immanent doom? It was likely that Tyne didn't care, but it wouldn't stop the girl from talking and pleasuring herself. "mmm.. I'm going to tell him that I don't even have a name any more. Just white meat." A cry of pleasure would start to flow from her as the predator got to her thighs. The winter queens sweet juices would begin to flow adding extra pleasure to the meal. "mmmm... aahahhh~"

The pale skinned dinner was absolutely right. Tyne didn't care. At this point, the only part of what she was appreciating was the combined fact that none of the other huntresses would find this location in time to interrupt her meal, and that the way she was moaning like a crazed bitch in heat would probably rub off on other impressionable huntresses. She was already touching herself and talking in third person to her daddy, telling him how he'd razed grade a quality legs, and they were absolutely that. There wasn't as much meat on the bone, but these calves were sculpted so perfectly that she took just a moment to squeeze her lips closed, to suck and drag her teeth along them, tongue fondling over the back of the muscle as the meat finger-blasted its slit. She didn't deserve a name, but she was acting like a one-woman advertising board, her knees working their way inside, gripped in the jaws as her feet were compressed against each other, grinding with a gulp that didn't drag her deeper.



Tyne honestly hoped that her mind-broken little meat popsicle would actually start addressing her friends as well. As far as she was concerned, if they came to avenge her death which any good huntress probably would? They were meat too. Maybe one of them qualified far more as meaty, well trained, muscular red meat and faunus was probably closer to gamy aromatic meats, but the actual flavor didn't matter. They were dinner to her, holes to be ruined for her pleasure, bodies to be filled with cum like cannolis, but they were in the end meat, and if she told not just Jacques Schnee this but all those other huntresses, they'd almost certainly come to Tyne... to die. One by one. She gulped over her meal, pulling slightly meatier thighs down, dragging her legs into the darkness. The dripping saliva ran over her limbs while she held her breath. Her knees were locked together and the undulation of the pulsing esophagus held her lower legs closer. The sphincter in to her stomach fluttered and gas didn't rumble up, but the sensation of just how close those pale toes were to her future, temporary home was going to be obvious. Her hips and swiftly moving fingers were held inches from the tyranitar's lips, her upper body on display for everyone to see what wrecked, ruined chick clucking its last words in the waking world sounded like.

The short repast had completely cracked by this point. It seemed when faced with a mind breaking and lethal experience it would be too much for the former heiress. She neither fought nor ran she simply broke. The further she descended into the maw the further she descended into madness. "Oh, I don't want to just be a one course meal..." She'd say as her head flew back. "...My team!" She'd say. "Oh, you must get my team to join me. Ruby Rose, Blake Belladona... shes a faunus by the way, and Yang Xiao Long!" There was some mad giggling as she felt her toes slowly start to dip into the woman's stomach. "Though I suppose much like me they should really just be known as breakfast, Lunch, and dinner ahhhh~" With that she'd feel as her hand, slit, and hips were consumed. The meat continuing to pleasure herself getting as much of her sweet juices out as possible during this point. "mmm~" Looking down as her thing body wouldn't be much more of a challenge she'd look down and with that addled look go. "T-tell me I was at least a g-good like meal, right... right?"

Breakfast had to be watching at this point, gripping her scythe in desperation and the hopes that if she just found where her former teammate had gotten into trouble, she could woosh her to safety in a flurry of petals. They could get her psychological treatment and fix the damage clearly done by sustained rape and violation, the breaking of her body. She'd be fine eventually, right? At least that's what she was probably telling Lunch and Dinner right then as Dinner looked fit to punch her way through the nearest wall and Lunch just had a harrowed look of determination on her face. Tyne chuckled, the rumbling quaking over every part of her meal's body other than Appetizer's ankles and feet, which were already plunged through the sphincter and into the relative space of a widening and stretching stomach. There was a tingle there, but the gastric juices weren't working in full force yet, only doing what no razor could possibly accomplish and ensuring that she was both exfoliated and free of any body hair with a tingling that ran over her skin. The rumbles quaked over her legs and the furious work of her wrist as teeth held it in place, held her there so the predator could taste her arousal.



She didn't answer her question in words. Instead, her tongue dragged over the slit of her meal and then plunged in. While the scroll in her stomach showed feet dangling, kicking for her perverse father's viewing pleasure and collected huntresses' horror, she was being tongue-fucked, tasted, murred over and held right past the hips. Teeth dug into her midriff, keeping her there as Tyne gave the mind-broken, now all too willing bit of nutrients on a stick a thumbs up. She tongue fucked her there, tasting her, getting her right up to the edge before letting her slide down further, past her taut and perfect body, her uvula ticking at the navel while she was held there, upper arms and breasts on display, legs pushing their way through and given a chance to get ready to settle herself into the grime and the acids that would end what was left of her life. She took her own scroll and typed on it before putting it back in position to view her descent. Weiss could clearly see if she looked. 'Ruby's Breakfast. Yang's dinner. Don't use their names.'

The meal had her mind completely and utterly shattered. The heiress couldn't bare with what was happening to her. That addled white head of hers could only function is this limited and crazed capacity. Knowing that her team was probably looking through the other side of the stream the former heiress would cry out. "mmm... please find her you all. Please... please join me in here. I know you all secretly desire it too." A long moan would cut off her comments as she managed to cum again as that tongue worked its true magic. "ahhhhh~ fuck... I just came again. mmm Winter... maybe you can join me too. Fuck, I hope each and every one of you can becoming nothing but meat for this woman. I tried I fought and I was defeated. I... I'm nothing but food." It would be at this point where the huntress would slide deeper into Tyne's mouth. The body going limp after that most recent climax. Breathing heavily and looking around realizing that only her head was sticking out that she'd finally have one last look realization.



"Wh-wait a moment. Th-this is really happening?" Her eyes would shoot into massive open orbs. "...w-wait please. Y-you know I was just joking right?" In one finally gasp the young huntress would make a final plea for her life before she was fully devoured. But, even as she was suddenly coming to her senses and realizing that this was actually happening, that she wasn't simply being play eaten after she'd been beaten down and raped, the appetizer could easily tell that there was no mercy that was about to happen. The tongue dragging along her back slipped out of the maw and snaked around her throat, pulling tight and flush to the meat's lips. It gripped her there, keeping her from speaking out again, not after she'd made such a plaintiff cry, begging for others to take Tyne on, to face the powerful warrior, knowing that they might end up just like her. Fucktoys. Meals. She wasn't being allowed to change her mind, not at this point. Then again, chickens didn't get to choose when the fox ate them either. As the drool ran down her chest, the stomach stuffer was finding her legs being forced to the bottom, knees pressed against the top. It would push her nearly into a fetal position in the end. There was a tingling all over her skin, and though her carpet had matched the drapes, she was starting to feel her sex getting bared by the work of the gastric juices, just the tiniest itch going with the tingle as her fingers were still inside of her slit.



Tyne gulped her down, squashing her breasts into the roof of her mouth. She compressed over them, teeth clamping onto her throat as she showed her face off to her 'adoring fans.' The appetizer was almost gone from sight now, and it had taken oh so long thanks to deep breathing exercises, allowing her to savor the flavor of the girl as long as she wanted. While her sex dripped juices down her legs and she was being pushed towards her doom, the camera below caught such a perfect view. The scroll's light showed off her pale body, her fingers dripping with orgasmic juices right at the sphincter, her legs being forced apart as she was working her way down to a seated position. Dinner even commented 'Are you seriously enjoying this? You're going to die you idiot!' Somewhere in there. Of course, would the appetizer even have the presence of mind to text back soon? And did that matter?

finally felt the majority of her body start sliding into her final place. Those juices quickly infiltrated she wet slit and instantly started tingling. It was a strange mixture of plesure, pain, and numbness. "mmm... ahhh~" Muffled quivering whimpers were the only thing that would escape her lips as the predator had enough of her momentary rebellion. Her feet that had been in the stomach the longest would start to glow red. Severing as a herald for what was to come. The appetizer would find herself running out of options and in her final hour the young former huntress would wait for her own mouth to pass Tynes lips. Then with every last ounce of strength and will she had she'd bite down upon them. Even if she just drew a drop of blood perhaps her compatriots would see that this predator was mortal after all. Of course, such a display would almost certainly doom them to their demise.



Also, unbeknownst to her other huntsmen and huntress' would start to tune in. Some in support of team RWBY hoping to lend their aid. Other under that false flag, but really for more depraved reasons. However, one in particular, had watched. Though by this point she had already put the scroll down. The young huntress was a solid combatant and at the top of her game. She thought that she could perhaps take Tyne down. A fellow Atlesian named Elize would prep her weapons and start her search for this mad predator. That kind of audacity might eventually cause the young, skilled and well trained woman to regret her life choices down the road, but for now none of that mattered to tonight's appetizer. No, she was just about doomed entirely. She did manage the bite that she'd hoped to get, a tiny taste of copper on her lips as her head sank down and her hair was being slurped up like a wet noodle. It left a little bit of blood there, flecking Tyne's lips as she grinned at the camera and flashed V sign before slipping out of sight from the outside world, a pretty trophy of a rapier in tow as a perverse trophy. Once she'd worked her way into one of the shipping crates, she was entirely out of sight, only the feeds telling the tale, and not the transponder location to those desperately searching.



Her appetizer was swallowed, gulped down into the tight confines of the walls that surrounded her almost like a tube, she could hear the lungs working just after she passed the collarbone, air flowing down the trachea and around the length of her hair as it was being sucked up. A little of that air got its way down even as the searing sensation was starting to mount in her feet and lower legs. Patches of red were showing, and people were getting desperate to find her, seemingly unable to turn the feed off as long as there was a hint and hope that this human chicken dinner would actually still survive it. The way that she was going down the esophagus, she got to see the long tube on her way down to hell right before she was pushed into the tight chamber. Within, it was possible for her to see exactly what was going on because of her own scroll's light filling the air. The screen was a little etched, and he could see the gastric fluids starting to cover her on all sides. From outside, a voice could barely be heard, Tyne chortling down as she was settled inside. "Don't tell me you're still going to finger yourself as you die? God, you are an "enthusiastic piece of meat, aren't you?" Her voice was mocking even as the predator settled into a seat of her own, fondling over her victim's back and feeling her up and down within, massaging the building green juices as they dribbled down her and the mingle of pleasure and pain started to tilt, slowly, towards pain.

The dying girl felt as her tears were rubbed back into her face as she slid down that tight tube. Her only consolation was that tiny taste of blood that would almost certainly be healed by the woman's aura. By the time she descended into the cramp stomach she'd see her scroll again. It had been pointing right at her slit that she had been pleasure. As if somehow Tyne knew. To give the appetizer one final humiliation before her inevitable demise. Of course, those words would rumbled from inside and the former huntress would push from inside the belly. "mmm... y-you may have taken my life and my name, b-but... at... at least I can control how I go... I can enjoy myself before I... Ahhh~" Even that would seemingly not be true as she rubber her slit and felt a portion of the sensitive skin start to dissolve. Naturally, parts of her like this would be the first to grow and she'd call out in pain. Call out to her scroll. "H-help me please... I... I didn't mean those things I said... I... I don't want to die... I don't want to mmmm... ahhh~" The tingling ramped up and the air started to get difficult to breathe. Her eye lids would even start to get heavy after a few seconds. Anyone watching would see that the huntress had maybe a few seconds a minute at most left of consciousness. Perhaps another few after that where she could be revived. Only a miracle would save her and much like the burger someone ate or that salad she had earlier. Food is not worthy of such miracles, because at the end of the day... food was... food.

Tyne had been watching as her meal tried to finger herself. It had worked for a few seconds. However, there was no helping what reality had done to her labia. The sensitive bits of flesh were already ruined and her fingers attempting to get some last pleasure out of the situation were now in a futile position as the fluids leaked down and covered her. She was being covered in it, up to her throat now. Her scroll stuck perversely to the top of the stomach as the patches of red covered her body in more and more places, discoloring it as the skin started to melt away. Muscles were denaturing while the walls pushed in and her eyes were already useless as they closed, red-rimmed and without any real sight. Her aura was already being drained, such as it was, into the predator as she mocked her from outside. "Did you get a load of her trying to get off one last time? Well, serves her right. Meat definitely needs to understand its place. It cums when I feel like letting it, but now she's just muscle to break down." Maybe the appetizer got to hear those words, maybe not. It was impossible to say for certain whether or not she really got that chance, because Tyne certainly didn't care.



Her body was the next victim after her life. Skin and hair melted and seared off. Only her actual team couldn't seem to tear their eyes away as the bone began to show and the sockets were elaborately visible in her skull. Every pulse and grind over the next minutes... hours showed more of her flesh being degraded, degenerated, turned into denatured protein chains and melted off. Her pretty little body wasn't nearly so pretty anymore. Tyne snickered as she noticed that there were still three other viewers in the channel of her final livestream. "Hey, four course meal. Are any of you touching yourself now that you know you can't save your teammate? Which of you's going to be my breakfast for real I wonder?" she taunted them, getting appropriate reactions even as she wondered if any would be unable to avoid watching the film again. She saved the recording just as the chest was starting to cave in. Her gastric juices were doing too good a job this time, breaking down the body until even the marrow was gone. They only things left were going to be her bones. No flesh. No filthy displays. Just bleached, white bones for the white little heiress turned into the first part of a feast.



After a while, she leaned forward and began to cough her up. One bone after another hacked out, starting to form a little pile there. It was displayed all over the shipping container, waiting with her broken scroll to be found by the morning shift. Of course, only the scroll would actually be there to identify her. When this was over, Tyne finally hacked up a pristine skull and reached down to collect it. She was going to keep that, right along with Myrtenaster, as a trophy of her conquest. A photo to remember the meal by, and she'd start making a little display case of all the meals... err... former huntresses she'd ruined forever. "You know, I still don't even really remember your name," she said with a laugh. "I guess all you ever was was an appetizer."