Blake gets passed around

Stress. The ultimate killer of man and soul. The decimator of weekdays. Stress morphs an otherwise simple man into a maniac, a loon. Stress makes it harder to sleep. Stress leads to heart disease. Really, stress just fucking sucks, and it was tearing the White Fang board of advisers apart.

Their job was absolute lunacy, comprised of keeping in check literally the lamest commander they've had yet. Adam was a decent fighter, but damn if he had no idea how to lead a terrorist organization. If that wasn't enough, they also had to order all the chew toys, and every single god damned faunus wanted a different type. The dogs wanted little plastic bones, the cats wanted giant plush tuna and Banesaw wanted little chewy earplugs. Banesaw was weird.

Bullshit piled on top of bullshit eventually gets to you,  and eventually all nine members decided to call Adam in for a meeting. It took a couple of hours to actually convince him to come. Apparently he thought he was too cool for meetings, or some shit. They lured him in with the promise of grass, like the little cow he is.

"Adam?" Rufus, one of the veteran members of the board asked. "We want a vacation."

If Adam's mask wasn't the stupidest thing ever designed they would have known he was glaring at them. At the moment, he kinda just looked like an angry air conditioner. "Now, Rufus, why the hell would you think I would ever agree to that?"

Rex, an other member of the board, spoke up. "Because we're fucking stressed, you asshole, and we need to relieve stress. We run around cleaning up after you so the least you could do is repay the favor."

A silence entered the room. If Adam's face was readable in the slightest it would have been slightly less awkward, but for at least three seconds the board just kinda stared at him. "No." Adam said. The board suddenly turned furious. This little prick, this little cunt thought that he could take over their terrorist organization, make them his maids, and then not give them a vacation? Fuck that. Every member of the board was prepared to curse him out, but they were suddenly interrupted "But I can help you relieve your stress. Just give me a moment, and I think all the members of my glorious board will be very satisfied." He then did one of his weird laughs that kinda just fell flat, and then he was off.

Ten minute later, he was back with some sort of... ball. It looked heavy, very heavy. He dropped it on the board's table. Getting a better look at it, the board realized that it was not a ball but... a faunus. Her arms were bound and her mouth was covered in the same duct tape Banesaw uses on his victims. Unlike Banesaw's victims however, she did not look broken, just angry. Yellow eyes radiated furiously at Adam, full of anger and rage. But a little bit of lust. Fucking creepy. "Lady and Gentlemen, meet my... darling." Super fucking creepy.

"What the fuck do you want us to do with her?" Bailey, the token female of the group, asked. She was always the naive one. Well, comparatively.

Adam made 'eye contact' with her. "Whatever the hell you want. Just make sure she's not.. *ahem*, damaged, and return her to me in the morning." He then left in a way that he was sure made him look super cool but actually made him look like the world's biggest tool.

"So, uh..." Rufus took a better look at the girl. "He wants us to rape her?" Nobody heard Rufus's question, because most of them were already on top of her. Bailey was licking her toes, Rex was licking her face, and three other members of the board were inside of her. Rufus decided to join in.

Every part of Blake's body was on fire. She had seen the board of advisers only once before and she knew they hadn't seen her. She would have never guessed that they were capable of this. The girl had switched from licking her toes to full on biting them. Blake wondered if she liked the taste of her blood. Meanwhile, the faunus that was licking her face was now sticking his penis into her breasts and kinda just leaving it there, occasionally deciding to rub it on a nipple for a couple of seconds.

She never knew her vagina could fit so much. Of course, the only man she had ever been with was Adam, so that kinda made sense. Didn't stop the the three writhing snakes inside of her were any less painful. Lube was apparently too sophisticated for these monsters, and Blake knew she would remember this pain for the rest of her life.

That's what she thought until she was toppled over on to another board member's cock. It pierced her immediately, and was far more painful than whatever vaginal shenanigans were going on top of her. They just kept breaking limits, didn't they?

The titfucker from before switched from, well, titfucking, to gnawing on her left breast. That was her favorite breast. He chewed and gnawed. He dropped his entire weight on her. She felt a rib break. Her right tit began bouncing with all the sheer force of the royal fucking she was endured. She tried to focus on her second favorite breast, and ignore all the pain. It worked until he switched breasts, and she looked into his eyes. They made eye contact for a split second. He winked at her. She would have screamed if it wasn't for the duct tape. She glanced over at her left breast. It was dripping blood. Her favorite breast. Damaged.

Blake passed out. She was fucked for the rest of the night, until the morn. "It's a good thing she was unconscious", Rufus remarked later. "She could have gotten stressed."