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A New Kitten

Author's note: I'm sorry about the delay again (on all my fics). I think we will be safe from another big delay like this for a while. Honestly, I've been sitting on so much unposted work and just been really stressed and worried about how it would be received. A lot of ongoing self-worth issues have been messing with me lately, and yeah. I'm gonna try to revive my discord server to be more communicative with folk from now on. That should help on both ends.

This first couple chapters are a little rough, a lot of front end with some politics. This story will mainly be very dirty smut and romance. If you wanna skip these chapters, just know this world is pretty much cannon, but Weiss never went to Beacon. Beacons still fell, and the effects of it have ravaged all of Remnant. Atlas responded by tightening "anti-terrorism" laws (particularly on the faunus) and have allowed the Schnee Dust Company to keep violaters as slaves. On her twenty fifth birthday, Jacques gifts Weiss one of these slaves, hoping that having her own sex slave faunus would help her stay in the closet. It just so happens that this slave faunus is one Blake Belladonna who has rejoined the White Fang in the wake of Adam and Sienna's enslavement and subsequent deaths. And Blake might just have something to say about becoming a sex slave for a Schnee.

Yes, this will be a dark slave fic, yes, Blake will be the top, ofc, don't like, don't read. But for those who do read, this will be a fun one, I promise.

Tw: Cage, collar, electrical shock, general faunus racism, and general homophobia/being forced to live in the closet for corporate and political optics. Also, Weiss's dad being a creep- that will only really ever be in this chapter, and maybe a bit at the very end of the whole fic.

Chapter 1

"Well, go on then." Jaquez gestured, his hand already full with what Weiss felt to be a scotch and soda far too heavy on the scotch.

"S- shouldn't we wait for Winter or mo-"

"If you think I didn't take well to your drinking advice, what do you think you're mother would say?"

Weiss deeply regretted asking, but somehow she found herself doubling down. "And Winter?"

"I told her if he wanted a place in this family, she should have left Ironwood and his damn army!" He visibly steamed. "But she's more interested in being a soldier than a daughter, so she has no place here."

"You hear that? No place." Whitley mused at the father's cold and harsh demeanor.

"I- but Winter-" Weiss wanted to remind her father how much the elder sister meant to her, how this was supposed to be her party, but his angry glare and Whitley's overly amused grin persuaded her otherwise. Weiss didn't need to get into any more trouble, she just needed to get the evening over with and get back to her last season's studies.

"Papa, do you remember when Weiss almost went to that horrid academy? It's really a miracle she's held to the family this long; just a matter of time before she leaves like dear Winter." Whitley wore that same shit-eating grin that made Weiss wonder what went wrong that he'd ended up so sour.

"No, no son, Weiss stayed with us, and she'll even be ready to take over more responsibilities at the company soon." The father took a deep, belabored sip of his scotch- something almost as close to chugging as one could get with thirty lien worth of scotch all in one damn scotch. Weiss had spent over three hundred on that one bottle, and all to ensure he didn't make a scene on her birthday over lacking a good drink. "It is a shame it took an extra year, but-"

"I was in the hospital."

"You were dawdling away your time." Jaquez slammed his glass down on the kitchen table.

"Papa, you know, I'll be finished with my classes in just another year and a half." Weiss wanted to tell her brother to shut up but heroically restrained herself.

"Shut up boy!" Jacques snapped.

"Yes, father."

Weiss snickered, but her father's cutting eyes curtailed her laughter quickly. "Sorry." She hung her head.

"It is fine, but time to open it up." Jacques pointed to the box wrapped in white paper adorned with a snowflake design. It was huge, so big that her father and Whitley had to have some of their faunus worker-slaves roll it into Weiss's apartment for them. Measuring nearly to Weiss's waist, and seeming to be a perfect cube, Weiss just prayed that it wouldn't be some new horrible piece of furniture she'd need to keep on display constantly and forever lest she incur her father's endless wrath.

"I- Isn't it a little big daddy?" Weiss questioned as politely as possible.

"Oh, come now princess, you'll love it. You've really been needing one for years. Frankly, I can't believe you've made it this far without one. Or that I've let you try." Jacques remarked as if it had been some overwhelming kindness. "Well, go along now, open it up."

"Al- alright." Weiss sighed and sauntered over to the hyper-sized present. "What… what is it?" Weiss wondered out loud as she walked around the gift.

"Well, open it up and find out! Idiot." Whitley snapped.

"Shut up!" The father downed his drink and moved onto pouring another, this time not even buffered by the soda.

"Ok, ok… I-" Weiss stalled as she tried to find the best way to open it up. She still remembered how painful he'd made her life when she carelessly discarded the paper he used three years ago- a mistake she wouldn't make again soon or ever really.

"Oh, go ahead and rip it! I want to see your reaction!" Jacques jovially demanded. He'd been growing slightly more lax after a drink or two in the past years, but he seemed to be making up for all the lacking harshness when he was sober.

"Yes, father." Weiss obediently began pulling off the paper- though, she was still rather neat about it. Under the paper was a metal top, then barred sides- it looked almost like a miniature jail cell, familiar but Weiss couldn't figure out wh- She'd seen it before! In the family home, every day as a child, littered amongst the servant's quarters, Weiss rarely ventured to that wing of the house, but she'd seen these there. She'd even seen them at work once or twice in passing. The heiress rarely dealt with the faunus division, only with the fruits of their labors in her time interning under her father.

"Asshole!" A hoarse voice barked out from within the cage. "Ever hear about poking holes in the lid so the creature inside doesn't suffocate?"

"Oh, shut up, beast!" Jacques hissed, leaning over in his seat and pulling a remote out of it. A single press and the same voice from earlier cracked in a pained scream with the sound of electricity arcing.

"Oouch, fuck." The poor faunus whined, collapsing down to the floor of the cage.

"I said shut up!" Jacques ordered again and shocked her once more.

Weiss wanted to tell him to stop. It was one thing to know the faunus people had been being enslaved at higher and higher rates, but to see it- to see the new 'training' methods the SDC had come up with in the wake of Beacon's collapse was something completely different. Sure, they should know better than to try these terrorist attacks… especially in the wake of the new legislation. Weiss felt sick. But this was a new level of cruel.

"Well! Remove the rest!" Jacques ordered.

"Y- yes daddy," Weiss murmured and followed his instructions.

A girl? It was a girl, about her own age, wearing… nothing but a white bikini that felt to be little more than nipple pasties held on by thread and a g-string. Well, she was wearing a shock collar too, but, Weiss didn't much feel like that counted as clothing. Long, beautiful black hair, golden eyes, and obvious cat faunus ears. She was beautiful, and all Weiss wanted to do was give her a damn jacket. Whose fucking idea was it to have her wear that! In the middle of winter for fuck's sake!

"So? What do you think?" Jacques relaxed in his seat, far too pleased with himself for Weiss's taste. "You've been needing an assistant for a while; and it's not like we don't have an abundance of the indentured-"

"Slaves." Weiss corrected in a whisper under her breath.

"What was that?" He questioned.

"Nothing, nothing daddy," Weiss murmured as her eyes lingered on the faunus. She laid there, face down and panting to get through the pain the coursed through her body. It was disgusting. Weiss felt sick at the sight.

"Anywho, plenty of indentured servants with the new laws and all."

"Really is better than just sending them to jail, so much more fair." Whitley mused.

Weiss's school hadn't quite been the most liberal or accepting lot. Nothing and no one in Atlass was. Racism ran rampant in the city particularly, but even her school rather vehemently opposed the SDC's overreach into politics and complete reform of the justice system. The few faunus classmates Weiss had were rather split between being extremely outspoken about the injustice or being silent, just too scared to speak out. It left a bitter taste in Weiss's mouth, and she still hoped she could do something to help rectify it all when her father finally stepped down. So close… so far away.

"Weiss!" Jacques snapped his daughter from her horrified spiral.

"I! Yes!" Weiss sighed to herself.

"I do hope she's to your liking?"

"To- to my liking?" Weiss questioned confusedly.

"Yes, to your liking," Jacques affirmed.

"I- what liking? And… does it really matter? I thought the only thing you liked your slaves to do was be seen scarcely and never heard?" Weiss pushed back as far as she dared, any more than that, and she'd likely end up regreting stepping out of line for weeks or months to come.

"Well, I don't intend to fuck mine." The father stated so blank and curtly that even Whitley was caught coughing on his drink.

"Dad!" Whitley's eyes bulged from his skull as he tried to keep some semblance of calm or at least stop coughing.

"Father!" Weiss reeled at the comment.

"Well, it's true." He huffed cold.

"I know you know that I know this isn't just some college phase anymore, but phase or not, that doesn't mean we can have your tastes getting out into the public eye. Best way to do that? Keep a faunus of your own to satiate that, and call up-"

"Please not Cardin…" Weiss whispered.

"Yes Cardin! What the hell is wrong with him?"

Weiss didn't have the time, energy, will, or frankly even the spoons to explain to her father once again what the litany of issues with Cardin entailed, chief amongst them being that he never even had a phase to grow out of and would expect many a thing of Weiss that she simply couldn't give.

"Well, I suggested you get on with that Neptune boy years ago, but you dilly-dallied and now he's proud and out as a faunus fucker." Jacques overenounced as flamboyantly- and offensively for that matter, as he could.

Weiss winced at the term, and the faunus trapped in the cage seemed to as well. She was stunned by how well the poor cat faunus was doing with staying silent amongst it all. Weiss had passed more than a handful of the SDC's new slave servants ever since Atlass passed those laws, but none of them ever seemed quite this compliant. Even with the damn shock collars the company had been authorized to use after the latest revolt. She wondered what her father had done to the poor girl… had he tried to train her before gifting her off, or had she just already resigned herself to this? Either way, she found some small comfort in knowing the poor faunus wouldn't need to endure this for long. She'd remove the collar as soon as Whitley and her father left and they could manage working on a faux escape plan not long after. Weiss had no need and even less desire to have a slave, service, or sexual. She had her quiet little life, and she liked it just fine that way. Plus, if they worked out a deal where the faunus girl got to punch her in the face, whoever she was, the faunus would have one hell of a story to return home with, and a black eye would go rather far in selling the story that she had no part in the escape to her father. Just a handful of hours, and this horribly awkward situation would be over for the both of them.

"They're a really sweet couple," Weiss murmured to herself, defending her choices against the portion of her brain that argued listening to her father years ago would really have been easier. Once more, mild and small comforts were her savior, and in this case, it was how adorable the two were together; or more specifically, how happy Sun made Neptune.

"What was that?" Jacques leaned in over the table. Immediately, Weiss knew his patience was wearing thin. "I've been very lenient with you tonight! Do you want to repeat that?"

"I just… not Cardin, alright?" Weiss's shoulders sunk in her defeat. She could accept having to find a beard, she could even deal with ridiculous gifts like the human laying next to her in a metal crate- as long as it meant she could help free her within the week. But Cardin she could not deal with; certainly not in the way he or her father would want her to.

"Fine, but now that you have this thing…" Jacques gestured to the woman in the crate. "To expunge those tendencies on, you'll not have more time to find a man; even if you don't act the part at home, I need you to find a husband for the public soon if you wish to take over soon."

"I- yes father." Weiss nodded weakly.

"Good." Jacques righted his jacket on his shoulders. "Not as bad as it might seem. Your mother married for name, her father, and even me. You'll get accustomed to it."

Weiss's gut sank. She knew his marriage to her mother didn't mean all that much to him, but hearing as much… that still hurt. She wondered for just a moment if she'd end up bitter like him or just drunk like her mother- the prospect sickened her, but it wasn't like she had an abundance of choices.

"Regardless!" Jacques announced, almost certainly because he saw the dismay on Weiss's face. "Faunus or not, put a hat on her, and you could do much worse; I tried to find something to your tastes." He gave an awkward and creepy laugh. "As for the outfit, I figured it fit, and, nothing wrong with showing off her assets a little; let you know what you've received."

Weiss turned back to the faunus for just a moment. Dear god, the skimpy bikini wasn't just flat white. It had the same little snowflake pattern as the wrapping paper had. Weiss rolled her eyes. He must have had them both custom-made. Then, of course, Weiss's eye meandered to such 'assets' as her father called them. He had a point. They were… phenomenal. Weiss figured if she were several degrees more heinous, she could really have enjoyed the faunus. The bikini was ridiculous, but the woman inside it really was beautiful. Weiss's throat went dry, and thoughts she didn't wish to have at all, and so so so much less so in front of her father and brother invaded her mind.

Whitley snickered. "Looks like sister likes her new toy a little too much. You sure you don't want us to run so you can enjoy your new kitten?"

"No! No, of course not! We will not be leaving any time soon."

"What?" Weiss coughed out.

"Come now, princess! I'm four drinks deep! You can't expect me to drive home tonight. You have a perfectly comfortable guest room down the hall, and this way, we can all enjoy a good brunch before the business meeting in the morning."

Weiss frowned. By no math was he four drinks deep, he'd poured three and consumed about half the third, but, by Weiss's eye, each of them were doubles at the very least; going on quads.

"Come on Princess, you can wait to get dirty with your toy at least another day, can you not?" He laughed jovial, but shot her a pointed eye.

"Of- of course not father! I- I just… wasn't expecting…"

"Perfectly fine," Jacques announced, downing his drink. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll show myself to bed. It's been a long day, and we have an even longer meeting tomorrow. The council needs to approve the vote on… alternative discipline methods for the still rebelling captive faunuses."

"More?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.

"I'm sorry, but did you not see your new toy lash out even with the collar on?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or are you simply not up to the task… these things are important for the Schnee Dust Company." He announced the name with all his bloated drunken pride on display.

"O- of course I am up for it." Weiss stammered. "And… I- what about dinner? Weren't we supposed to get-"

"I'll buy us all a nice brunch in the morning; for now I am tired. Happy birthday. Enjoy your new pet."

"I-" Weiss glanced between the faunus and her father as he headed off to commandeer her guest room- why the hell had she ever gotten an apartment with a guest room? Idiocy. Pure idiocy. "And…" She fished for a name before realizing she'd never gotten one for the faunus. "The kitten." She felt gross. Disgusting and gross. Sure, she disapproved of many a faunus activity, but they were still human and deserved the dignity of their own name. But asking her in front of her father would only make her look weak; something she couldn't afford now as her chance to actually change a thing or two was nearly in her grasp. "Has she eaten yet? Does she need dinner?"

"I don't know." Jacques threw up his hand carelessly. "She ate yesterday, so she could last till you get home from work tomorrow." He finished with a wave before closing the door behind him.

End of Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Author's note: This chapter will also have some more of Weiss's family being asshats (Whitley in particular). But it is nearing the end of it. It is kind of in chapter 3 too, but it is different there. After that, this fic starts in earnest.

Tw: Whitley being an ass, general faunus racism

Weiss sighed, looking to her brother then the faunus who her plans to free just got set back by roughly another whole day. "I take it you'll be staying the night too?" She questioned of him.

"What? Are you actually so impatient to fuck your new little slut?" Whitley sneered and approached Blake and her cage. He kneeled next to her, eyes leering disgustingly. "You think father would hook me up with one of these if he finds me fucking some boy toy?"

"Do you need to be soooo gross?" Weiss shook her head.

"No, then I'd probably get a little twink faunus boy." Whitley frowned.

"Whitley." Weiss sighed.

"Not necessarily the worst thing, especially if he's this pretty."

"I'm going to make dinner for her and I. Do you want anything?" Weiss ignored his grossness and moved forward as best she could.

"Ohh, do you have kibble for her? I'd like to watch her eat it!"

"Gross, she'll have whatever I have. Now, do you want any or no?"

"You got a steak house in there?" Whitley glanced towards Weiss's kitchen. "Chef and all? Cause I was expecting father to take us somewhere nice."

"No steak house, but I did prepare some salmon in case father decided I should cook for my birthday like last year." Weiss almost heard the faunus's ears perking up at the mention of salmon.

"Ha! Your new kitten looks so excited! She knows she's going to be spoiled." Whitley cheered.

"I don't much consider this being spoiled." Weiss frowned as she pulled out the prepped fish. "I- I'm sorry, what is your name?" She asked of the faunus still trapped in her cage.

Blake looked up to the heiress, wide-eyed, and seeming shocked at actually being asked.

"Well! Answer her!" Whitley hit the bars of the cage harshly. "Dumb cat!" He turned back to his sister. "Where'd dad leave the remote. I want to shock her! Teach her some damn manners!"

"I! No!" Weiss yelped, turning hastily to take it.

"Hey! Give it here, just one! Show her to talk when she's told to!" The brother rushed Weiss and tried to snatch the remote away.

"No! Whitley! Stop! I! Fuck- forget it!" Weiss grumbled and grabbed her scroll, placing it and the remote together. She'd seen the remotes more than enough before, a quick button press and they synced with any scroll and deactivated. "There! Now only my scroll can do it! Good luck figuring out my code." Weiss huffed, throwing them both down on the counter.

"Are you fucking kidding me! Fine, I'll just discipline her the traditional way!" Whitley stormed off and towards Blake.

"Blake! My name's Blake!" The faunus confessed.

"Better!" Whitley smiled.

"Blake, when was the last time you ate?" Weiss moved forward again.

"I- breakfast yesterday," Blake admitted.

"And do you like fish? Salmon in specific?"

"Yes. Very much so." Blake nodded.

"Good. We'll have dinner ready for us soon."

"You're no fun." Whitley pouted.

Before long Weiss had the dinner ready. She cooked all three portions, unsure if Whitley actually wanted any, but figuring that worst-case scenario, Blake could use the extra portion. "Here." She offered up the smallest fillet to Whitley.

"Uugh, gross! I hate fish." He stuck out his tongue.

"Fine then, Blake's not eaten in far too long." Weiss pushed the fillet off to the third of three plates she made. "She could certainly use the extra."

"Wait! What? You're going to give it to the faunus! That's a two hundred lien cut of salmon."

"Yeah, any cheaper and dad would have cursed me out for not treating the family." Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Fine then! I'll eat it!"

"No, you hate fish, remember?" Weiss grabbed silverware and the plate for Blake.

"What?"

"Just order a pizza or something if you're so hungry." Weiss dismissed.

"No! Give me the salmon!"

"You just said you didn't want it!"

"Yeah, of course, I didn't want it when I thought it would be leftovers or just thrown in the trash," Whitley explained like it was obvious.

"Oh shut up." Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Give it to me, or I'll tell father what you're feeding your new slave!"

Weiss stopped just a step short of delivering Blake her meal. She couldn't afford another setback. Her father already suspected her of being too soft. So close, she just had to keep treading softly and it'd all be over soon. "Fine! Have your damn fish!" she stormed back over and dropped the extra filet plain on the table in front of him, no plate, no napkin.

"Thank you," Whitley smirked.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed. She walked over to Blake's cage and found it more troublesome to slip the plate in than she anticipated. Eventually, she managed it by holding the salmon to the plate as she passed it through the bars. She wanted to apologize for the show and for not actually being able to deliver both fillets, but shame for the whole situation won out and kept her quiet.

"Thanks," Blake whispered her appreciation and moved to devour the filet by hand.

"I- wait!" Weiss interrupted.

Blake looked up, a fearful look on her face.

"I- first off, be careful, don't eat too fast. And… uugh." She revealed a knife and fork in her hand just outside the cage. "I can give you this knife and fork, but please don't use it to stab me or anything later?"

Blake nodded and smiled.

"Ok, here you go. I- don't hurt yourself. Eat slow." Weiss warned and returned to her meal by Whitley at the table.

Dinner was nice. Weiss knew how to cook… well, she only knew how to cook three things, but she was good with her three things. Salmon being one of them, she felt rather satiated. What she was not satiated with, however, was that Whitley didn't eat his meal and left Weiss to clean it up. She ended up throwing it into a tupperware and hiding it away to offer back to Blake later; if the faunus wanted it.

"Ahh! I'm tired." Whitley yawned. "Sure you don't want to let me steal your bed for the night?"

"No thank you, enjoy the couch; better yet, go home! It's not like you and dad drove here in the same car."

"Couch it is." Whitley sighed.

"Good, and help me get Blake into my room in the meantime."

"Her cage is on wheels."

"Just help." Weiss frowned.

"Whatever." Whitley followed and assisted Weiss in getting back to her room before leaving the faunus and his sister to their privacy.

"Hey, sorry about… well, my brother's a dick," Weiss called out to Blake as she moved to find her nightgown and hid behind the bathroom to change. "You won't ever have to deal with him again tho."

"Uugh, thanks?" Blake sounded like she was questioning rather than answering.

"Again, I'm sorry about that." Weiss emerged, her hair down and nightgown flowing prettily. "I- uugh, I saved the extra salmon he didn't eat tho. If you want it tonight, I can grab it for you? Or I can just save it for tomorrow? You seemed to enjoy it?"

"It was good. Maybe tomorrow." Blake answered quiet and calm. A moment of awkward silence passed, and the faunus offered up the silverware she had been given earlier. "And, thanks for not making me eat… like a cat."

"Course not." Weiss shook her head, disgusted with the idea. She took the silverware and put it away. When she returned, Blake seemed to be shivering and curled up in an effort to sleep in the cramped cage. "I- are you cold?"

Blake looked down at the string that covered her body and then looked back up to Weiss.

"Course you are." Weiss sighed. "Give me a second, I'll find you something… Are you more of a nightgown girl, bra and panties, or tank and soft pajama pants type of girl?"

"What?"

"How do you like to sleep normally?" Weiss called back from her obnoxiously large walk-in closet.

"I… have a robe- well… had." Blake sighed.

"Uugh, I have a nice fluffy one if that's alright? Maybe an oversized t-shirt with it?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Blake agreed.

"Good good. That… bikini is cute and all, but ridiculous."

"Yes, yes. It is."

"Sorry. And… I'm extra sorry because I can't take off the collar, but if you want, you can sleep in the bed. There's no need of the cold hard cage." Weiss leaned in and unlocked the cage.

"You… want me to sleep with you?"

"We can split the sheets if you want?" Weiss shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I need my sleep tonight for work tomorrow, so I can't just pass up the bed entirely. If you aren't comfortable with it, I can get you down some of my extra pillows and blankets. It'll probably work out to be more comfortable than my couch is for Whitley even if you're on the floor."

"I…" Blake hesitated.

"Whichever you are more comfortable with."

"I- I can join you in the bed."

"Ok, here's your shirt and robe. I hope they work for you?" Weiss offered and turned so Blake could remove the strings in privacy if she wanted. She waisted a moment or two applying some moisturizer in her bathroom and eventually returned to see the faunus standing by the bed.

"They fit, nice and soft."

"Fantastic." Weiss smiled for a moment before the happy expression fell. "I- I'm sorry, I really do need to sleep now. We really should… talk about all this, but I'm in a bit of a rush with work and finishing school. Tomorrow? After I get home?" Weiss suggested.

Blake just nodded and slipped into the bed just behind Weiss.

"I'd be surprised if you can with all this, but… I hope you sleep well." Weiss whispered before slipping off to sleep.

End of Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

Tw: same stuff from the previous chapters because this chapter includes all that from Blake's perspective.

"You want me to do what?" Blake rose an eyebrow.

"You heard me." Sun hopped back on a crate amongst the hidden white fang warehouse.

"It could actually work," Neptune added and leaned against the same crate, gently resting his head on his lover's thigh. "I heard from my informant that Jacques has been looking for a new 'pet' to gift his daughter. Something to keep her occupied and closeted."

"Gross," Blake commented.

"Incredibly so, but it is also rather opportune. Because we found out how to break the collars." Sun smirked.

"Ok, but what does that have to do with the Schnee heiress? If we can break the collars, why not just break into one of their compounds, disable all the collars, and stage a rebellion? We could free everyone."

"Yeah, and get captured again immediately. But this time, we'd lose the leader of the white fang a third and fourth time in the past three years."

Blake glared at Sun for his pessimistic talk.

"Look, I know you're used to Menagerie, but things are so much worse here. Grimm have been all over the city, the SDC is only capitalizing on everyone else's issues, and whenever a faunus steps out of line, it's a 'terrorist' charge- more than enough to end up a slave for life now."

"Then we need to bust them out!" Blake protested.

"Blake, it's not that simple!" Neptune snapped.

"You don't think we tried?" Sun punched the crate under him. "That's how we lost Sienna, and then Adam too!"

"At least one of them wasn't a real loss." Blake huffed.

"He's dead Blake." Ilia's soft voice informed as her camouflaged skin changed to reveal her.

"He's what?"

"The SDC killed them both in an effort to dissuade anyone else to lead the white fang. Blake… we're dying here." Ilia looked so small and scared, arms crossed over herself as she shook.

"Brothers…" Blake reeled.

"It's bad." Sun grimaced.

"That's why we need this," Neptune added. "Jacques wants a faunus girl to gift Weiss to keep her in the closet, and he's only getting less and less patient. He asked me three times last month to go back in the closet and publicly say his daughter 'turned me straight again'." Neptune made a face, and Sun's tail wrapped around his arm in a loving albeit mildly possessive gesture.

"Fine… what do I do?" Blake grumbled.

"You, you just have to look pretty," Sun smirked. "Well, look pretty and then go all badass murder huntress faunus and kidnap the Schnee heiress."

"We hold her for ransom, and Jacques will have to yield to our demands," Neptune suggested with a rather notable air of doubtful hope.

"And if he doesn't?" Blake pried at Neptune's uncertainty. She would do anything if it would help her people… but, she did need to know this would actually help.

"Then… we stoop to their level," Sun answered cold.

"No, we go lower." Ilia corrected in a grim tone.

"We…" Neptune stepped forward and away from Sun. "We have plans. Ones I'd rather not use… but… I can't watch this any longer. I can't be scared for… everyone any longer." Neptune clearly said everyone, but from how he looked back to Sun and the way he extended his hand to his faunus lover, it was clear Neptune meant Sun and Sun alone.

"And you're sure this'll work?"

"If you can knock her out and call me before she wakes up? I'll get you two on a plane back to Menagerie before Jacques even notices she's missing. No extradition. You'll be safe." Neptune turned to Sun. "And you, you'll be going with her."

"What? What the hell! No! No chance! I'm staying here to fight!"

"No, you aren't!" Neptune stomped his foot with zero leniency. "With Weiss gone, everything here will only get worse. There will be no safe. I can work from the inside. Tell Jacques what he needs to hear. But I need you back home and safe." With the softest gesture, he kissed his partner and hugged him tight. "You go home, and I'll be there as soon as I can."

"So? I just need to get this close enough to the collar and it'll shut off automatically?" Blake questioned as Sun walked her through the steps.

"Yeah. Normally it's got a special field that prevents the electronics from being fried with a good magnet, but this dust…" Sun stole back the vial. "It'll make a supercharged magnetic field, one strong enough to fry it regardless." He tossed the vial over to her. "Here, give it a try."

"So… what? Do you just expect me to hide this thing up my vag or something?" Blake huffed as she pored some out and quickly fried the collar.

"No… and yes." Sun winced. "We can put it into some nail polish. It'll be more than enough to fry it, but if Jacques tries to remove it…"

"Then I'm trapped as a Schnee's pretty little cat slave forever?" Blake frowned.

"No. Not forever." Sun denied quickly. "Neptune is friends with Weiss. If he doesn't get your call within two days, he will drop by and conveniently leave some by your cage."

"They're going to put me in a cage?" Blake gave a displeased look.

"Almost certainly. But, no longer than two days." Sun tried to cheer.

Blake nodded slowly, looking over the dust and the broken collar. "And you trust him?"

"Blake… I love him."

"But do you trust him?"

"Of course I do! It's Neptune. He… he's the same wholesome guy we went to beacon with."

"A lot's changed since then Sun. I wouldn't go near this with a ten-foot pole if it weren't for all our history at Beacon."

"I know what you're risking. I'd do it if I could, but-"

"No, no, I get it. Polish me up. Let's go." Blake forced a smile and readied herself for what would come soon.

"You're sure?" Neptune offered Blake one last out before it all began.

"Do I actually still have a chance to change my mind?" Blake laughed dryly.

"Of course you do Blake."

"A chance where you and Sun won't hate me forever- hate me for turning on my people?"

"It's not turning on us- well, them to not become a slave intentionally."

"You know what I mean." Blake frowned.

"No, it's still not too late," Neptune affirmed.

"Did you have to go ahead and say that?" Blake groaned. "Now there's no way in hell I can change my mind."

Neptune took a moment, grabbed Blake by her shoulders and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Thank you."

Blake looked away all too quickly. She swore never to fall down this road again, never to rejoin the white fang… but that had been years ago; almost a decade. Things were so much worse now. And she couldn't turn her back on all of her people. "Just… tell me one thing." She still couldn't look him in the eyes. Neptune didn't know what the white fang had been like all those years ago, he hadn't seen it, but she had, and she knew there was no pride to be found in it all; just more destruction. "This Weiss? She… she deserves it… right?"

"Deserves?"

"We're stooping to their level, right? Ilia… she said even lower."

Neptune nodded a little somber.

"So, whatever horrifying shit we're going to do to her? She deserves it?"

"You want the truth or the answer that will make this easier?" Neptune clearly feared the truth could change Blake's mind.

"I need the truth."

"I don't know. On paper? She's only garnered more power in the SDC over the past five years, but she's not lifted a single finger as her father manipulated all of Atlas into systematically enslaving the faunus to build the walls they'll be left outside of when the grimm come." Blake nodded along as Neptune continued. "Once upon a time? She was my friend. A good person, stuck up but a good sense of humor when it wasn't about her. I know she wouldn't have stood for this. But now she's too scared to stand up to her father; so she's ignored whatever conscience she had. I… don't even know if it's still there anymore."

Blake's nodding continued but slowed. "Ok."

"Ok as in… ?"

"As in, what law do I break to get deemed a 'terrorist'?"

"Uugh, there's a crosswalk a half block that way, and a SDC drone on every corner. Take off your ribbon and cross the street, and they'll tag you for j-walking with intend to interfere with the flow of traffic. That ought to be enough."

"Brothers… Atlas really has gone to shit."

"That is why we're doing this."

"Ok." And Blake stepped forward into her new life.

Getting captured? Stunningly easy. Getting chosen as the Schnee heiress's new fuck toy? Somehow, also incredibly easy. Blake was delighted when she got thrown into the cage with an identical collar to the one the dust had destroyed in the test run, and her nail polish was fully intact. What proved itself to be quite the challenge, however, was breathing! The tight collar certainly wasn't doing her any favors, but the real issue was the wrapping paper Jacques had surrounded the cage in. She'd barely noticed the thinning air at first, but as she felt the ground shaking from the squeaky wheel she was being rolled in on, she began to grow dizzy. She tried to poke a hole through the paper, but when her hand touched the cage's bars, she was instantly shocked. Fuck! It hurt! She gave up on trying to poke through it rather quickly after that pain, but before long she began to feel weak and collapsed onto the floor of her new cage.

Ears perked at the sound of the paper crinkling under hesitant hands. The cage had grown hot and stuffy, each breath felt almost like Blake was trying to breathe in water, no oxygen left to keep her going. Desperate when she spotted the first sign of light, she stuck her mouth to the opening and took as deep a breath as she could. Oxygen deprivation and the stress of it all had her judgment down. She immediately regretted her mistake. She was supposed to play the utterly compliant kitten until she had the privacy to remove the collar and then set up a trap and knock out Weiss. That was the whole point of this… but, with her lungs burning, she couldn't help but curse out the man who had trapped her like that. "Asshole!" A hoarse voice barked out from within the cage. "Ever hear about poking holes in the lid so the creature inside doesn't suffocate?"

"Oh, shut up, beast!" Immediately, the pain came. Blake wondered if they had done something either to the collar or her neck to make it hurt more. Realistically, they probably just made the shock a dangerously high wattage.

"Oouch, fuck." Blake whined and collapsed. It hurt. The burn still in her lungs, the reverberation of the charge shooting through burned-out nerves.

"I said shut up!"

Blake couldn't help as her body seized in the cage, but when she had control again, she was careful not to speak out. Staying on target was all that mattered. All she had to do was kidnap Weiss and they'd have a way to save all the faunus under the SDC. It was… an immense challenge, but, Blake managed to keep quiet after the second shock. The dizziness and pain from everything seemed to help with keeping quiet quite a bit. She found herself fading in and out as the Schnee family continued on jabbering.

"To- to my liking?"

"Yes, to your liking."

"I- what liking? And… does it really matter? I thought the only thing you liked your slaves to do was be seen scarcely and never heard?"

"Well, I don't intend to fuck mine." Jacques's words stunned Blake almost just as much as the shock collar had. Honestly, when she'd heard what Neptune said about Jacques getting Weiss a faunus to keep her closeted was a joke. Did the heiress actually intend to keep her as a personal fuck toy? Just a possession to exert her sexuality on?

"Dad!"

"Father!"

"Well, it's true."

"I know you know that I know this isn't just some college phase anymore, but phase or not, that doesn't mean we can have your tastes getting out into the public eye. Best way to do that? Keep a faunus of your own to satiate that, and call up-" Blake winced, initially for Weiss, then for whatever faunus would initially have been used as Weiss's pet if she hadn't been taken. At least doing this meant no one else would be forced into it- well, no one other than Weiss. That thought initiated some conflict in her stomach. Or more just reignited the same conflict from earlier doubts.

"Please not Cardin…" Cardin?

"Yes Cardin! What the hell is wrong with him?" Cardin? The racist ass hat from beacon?

"Well, I suggested you get on with that Neptune boy years ago, but you dilly-dallied and now he's proud and out as a faunus fucker." Holy shit, they did mean Cardin! It made some sort of sense, he lingered around the same social circles as the Schnees; the same anti faunus circles. If Weiss was really that afraid of being trapped with him, maybe she wasn't so horrible after all.

Still reeling from the term 'faunus fucker' Blake and Weiss's eyes met each other. Weiss seemed almost equally disgusted- though, for someone about to take up a faunus as a fuck pet, that seemed logical to Blake. What seemed less logical, was Weiss's evident exhaustion.

"They're a really sweet couple," Weiss murmured. Weiss was right. Blake was best friends with the two even since before the fall. They fell into their troubles after everything of the festival. The same issues that nearly shattered apart Ruby and Penny; and that killed any chance of Blake's budding romance with Yang. But, they made their way back together, and Blake had only been closer to them ever since.

"What was that?"

"I just… not Cardin, alright?"

"Fine, but now that you have this thing… To expunge those tendencies on, you'll not have more time to find a man; even if you don't act the part at home, I need you to find a husband for the public soon if you wish to take over soon."

"I- yes father." Blake's stomach turned further, any hint of empathy she had for the heiress and what she might soon endure evaporating quickly. She seemed far too ok with this, and what issues she did have with it seemed all too focused on its effects on her own life, rather than the gifted slave's.

"Good; Not as bad as it might seem. Your mother married for name, her father, and even me. You'll get accustomed to it." "Regardless!" "As for the outfit, I figured it fit, and, nothing wrong with showing off her assets a little; let you know what you've received." Blake had seldom had the time to think about the skimpy little bikini that had been forced onto her. It would have been cute if it were seven times the size and if she were back on the beaches of Menagerie, but being as it was winter in Atlas, it felt rather ridiculous. That feeling only amplified as the heiress looked back to her and began to leer at all of her curves. Blake was proud of her body. She was beautiful, and on most days she knew it rather well, but being leered at like… well like a fucking sex slave was by no means something she enjoyed.

Whitley snickered. "Looks like sister likes her new toy a little too much. You sure you don't want us to run so you can enjoy your new kitten?" Blake's stomach turned. If they left now, she'd either be robbed of time to plan a trap and have to risk just overpowering the heiress, or she'd have to stomach fucking her.

"No! No, of course not! We will not be leaving any time soon." Confusing, but it was a relief.

"What?"

"Come now princess! I'm four drinks deep! You can't expect me to drive home tonight. You have a perfectly comfortable guest room down the hall, and this way, we can all enjoy a good brunch before the business meeting in the morning." Fuck! Another whole day? Blake would have to play the eager pet a whole extra day? She wanted to force her way out of the damn cage that trapped her, but that wasn't really something she could do or something that would jive with the plan. "Come on Princess, you can wait to get dirty with your toy at least another day, can you not?" He laughed jovial, but shot her a pointed eye.

"Of- of course not father! I- I just… wasn't expecting…"

"Perfectly fine," Jacques announced, downing his drink. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll show myself to bed. It's been a long day, and we have an even longer meeting tomorrow. The council needs to approve the vote on… alternative discipline methods for the still rebelling captive faunuses." Blake stifled and quieted a snicker under her breath. There was something beautifully ironic that while they planned how to abuse the faunus people, she'd be planning the Schnee heiress's kidnapping.

"More?"

"I'm sorry, but did you not see your new toy lash out even with the collar on?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or are you simply not up to the task… these things are important for the Schnee Dust Company." He announced the name with all his bloated drunken pride on display.

"O- of course I am up for it." Weiss stammered. "And… I- what about dinner? Weren't we supposed to get-"

"I'll buy us all a nice brunch in the morning; for now I am tired. Happy birthday. Enjoy your new pet."

"I- and… The kitten." Gross. Blake had been called that plenty of times before, but in a cage, with a shock collar? Yes, it felt infinitely more disgusting. "Has she eaten yet? Does she need dinner?"

"I don't know. She ate yesterday, so she could last till you get home from work tomorrow." Blake's stomach growled. He was right, she'd not eaten in quite a while, and the topic of food only brought hunger back to the forefront of her mind. Maybe she should cook herself something while they were all off at the meeting they mentioned. She'd need her strength to subdue the heiress quietly.

"I take it you'll be staying the night too?"

"What? Are you actually so impatient to fuck your new little slut?" Whitley sneered and approached Blake and her cage. He kneeled next to her, eyes leering disgustingly. "You think father would hook me up with one of these if he finds me fucking some boy toy?" Blake wanted to spit in his face, grab him by the nostrils and ruin that shit-eating little smirk of his.

"Do you need to be soooo gross?" Weiss shook her head. The look in her eyes made Blake think back to what Neptune had said. It did seem like there might have been a good person with a decent sense of humor in there. But… knowing what else she knew, that felt… far away at best.

"No, then I'd probably get a little twink faunus boy."

"Whitley."

"Not necessarily the worst thing, especially if he's this pretty."

"I'm going to make dinner for her and I. Do you want anything?"

"Ohh, do you have kibble for her? I'd like to watch her eat it!" Some sick portion of Blake decided in that moment that if she was once forced to eat kibble, Weiss would be lucky to eat anything that didn't come out of a can or a bag with the picture of a cat or a dog on it for the duration of her time held captive.

"Gross, she'll have whatever I have. Now, do you want any or no?"

"You got a steak house in there? Chef and all? Cause I was expecting father to take us somewhere nice."

"No steak house, but I did prepare some salmon in case father decided I should cook for my birthday like last year." Blake couldn't help the way her ears perked up. Salmon had grown rarer as of late; for the people of Menagerie, it might as well have been a delicacy. Grimm had grown bolder in recent years and the seas had never been the safest to begin with, so salmon fishing was truly a danger. And with the amount of cat faunus? Even Blake's family could rarely afford it.

"Ha! Your new kitten looks so excited! She knows she's going to be spoiled." Whitley cheered.

"I don't much consider this being spoiled." Weiss frowned as she pulled out the prepped fish. Brothers, it smelled phenomenal. Blake could already hear her stomach growling. "I- I'm sorry, what is your name?"

Had Weiss just asked… Blake looked up to the heiress, wide-eyed, and shocked that the Heiress had actually asked.

"Well! Answer her!" Whitley hit the bars of the cage harshly. "Dumb cat!" He turned back to his sister. "Where'd dad leave the remote. I want to shock her! Teach her some damn manners!"

"I! No!" Weiss yelped, turning hastily to take it.

"Hey! Give it here, just one! Show her to talk when she's told to!" The brother rushed Weiss and tried to snatch the remote away.

"No! Whitley! Stop! I! Fuck- forget it!" Weiss grumbled and grabbed her scroll, placing it and the remote together. The two fumbled with the scroll and the remote, but Blake couldn't make out much about what she was seeing. "There! Now only my scroll can do it! Good luck figuring out my code." Weiss huffed and threw them both down on the counter.

"Are you fucking kidding me! Fine, I'll just discipline her the traditional way!" Whitley stormed off and towards Blake.

Blake panicked for a moment. What the hell was the 'old-fashioned way? What was Whitley going to do? She caved. "Blake! My name's Blake!"

"Better!" Whitley smiled. Blake wanted to puke.

"Blake, when was the last time you ate?" Weiss asked polite and caring; a tone Blake hadn't expected of her.

"I- breakfast yesterday." Blake coughed out, still caught off guard.

"And do you like fish? Salmon in specific?"

"Yes. Very much so." Blake nodded. She loathed to admit it, but for such a perfect looking cut of salmon? She might have swallowed her pride and volunteered for this mission, faunus freedom or no.

"Good. We'll have dinner ready for us soon."

"You're no fun." Whitley pouted.

"Here." Weiss offered up the smallest fillet to Whitley.

"Uugh, gross! I hate fish." He stuck out his tongue.

"Fine then, Blake's not eaten in far too long." Weiss pushed the fillet off to the third of three plates she made. "She could certainly use the extra." Blake nearly began to drool.

"Wait! What? You're going to give it to the faunus! That's a two hundred lien cut of salmon."

"Yeah, any cheaper and dad would have cursed me out for not treating the family."

"Fine then! I'll eat it!" If Blake hadn't been trapped in the cage, she'd have been willing to fight the preppy boy for the extra portion.

"No, you hate fish, remember?" Weiss gave a light huff, and Blake couldn't help but smile to herself. The heiress really did have a sense of humor.

"What?"

"Just order a pizza or something if you're so hungry."

"No! Give me the salmon!"

"You just said you didn't want it!"

"Yeah, of course, I didn't want it when I thought it would be leftovers or just thrown in the trash."

"Oh shut up."

"Give it to me, or I'll tell father what you're feeding your new slave!"

Weiss stopped just a step short of delivering Blake her meal. Blake could see her whole salmon dinner slipping away right then and there. "Fine! Have your damn fish!" She stormed back over and dropped the extra filet plain on the table in front of him, no plate, no napkin.

"Thank you." Whitley smirked.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed. She walked over to Blake's cage There was trouble getting the plate through, but a little finagling, and Blake actually got a good meal. Even if it wasn't the double portion of decadence she'd been eyeing.

"Thanks," Blake whispered thanks and moved to devour the filet by hand. It shocked her how honest her thanks had been. She really did appreciate the meal, even if she felt like a savage about to eat it with her bare hands.

"I- wait!" Weiss interrupted.

Blake looked up, a fearful look on her face. Could this small treat really be taken from her already?

"I- first off, be careful, don't eat too fast. And… uugh." She revealed a knife and fork in her hand just outside the cage. "I can give you this knife and fork, but please don't use it to stab me or anything later?"

Blake nodded and smiled. She almost felt guilty for a moment. It wasn't quite right to take them if she was going to use them to assault and knock out Weiss later. But, she figured it'd be a moral wash if she gave it back and used some other weapons to assist in her dirty work.

"Ok, here you go. I- don't hurt yourself. Eat slow." Weiss warned again with far more concern than Blake saw as predictable of the heiress who seemed to be taking to owning a new slave a little too well.

The salmon was phenomenal. There were few things Blake had ever eaten so perfect. It almost helped her forget where she was and why. She loathed Whitley all the more for not eating his. She felt a little better when she spotted Weiss boxing it up to be eaten another time, but she still despised that it couldn't be eaten fresh.

"Ahh! I'm tired." Whitley yawned. "Sure you don't want to let me steal your bed for the night?"

"No thank you, enjoy the couch; better yet, go home! It's not like you and dad drove here in the same car."

"Couch it is." Whitley sighed.

"Good, and help me get Blake into my room in the meantime."

"Her cage is on wheels."

"Just help." Blake thought it was all stupid. If they just let her out, she could walk, but… she understood that wasn't much the point. The point was to humiliate and belittle her by forcing her to stay in this useless cage.

"Whatever." Whitley followed and assisted Weiss.

Not long after Whitley left, Weiss spoke up while getting prepared for bed. "Hey, sorry about… well, my brother's a dick. You won't ever have to deal with him again tho."

"Uugh, thanks?" Blake answered unsure.

"Again, I'm sorry about that." Weiss emerged, her hair down and nightgown flowing prettily. Blake couldn't help but think she was kind of pretty for a Schnee scumbag. "I- uugh, I saved the extra salmon he didn't eat tho. If you want it tonight, I can grab it for you? Or I can just save it for tomorrow? You seemed to enjoy it?"

"It was good. Maybe tomorrow." Blake answered quiet and calm. A moment of awkward silence passed, she offered up the silverware she had been given earlier. "And, thanks for not making me eat… like a cat."

"Course not." Weiss shook her head. The heiress looked disgusted, but Blake explained that to herself with the logic that the Schnee probably feared using the same fork, a faunus had. Writing such an overzealous story in her head made proceeding with her plans easier. Weiss left for a moment to put the silverware away, and it wasn't long before Blake realized how cold the heiress's room was. Weiss must have left a window open or something because before long Blake felt herself shivering. She didn't normally get cold so easily, but then again, she usually had actual clothes to keep her warm; not the nipple pasties with string Jacques had given her.

"I- are you cold?" Weiss questioned almost as soon as she reentered.

Had Weiss really just asked if she was cold? Sure, Blake was chilly, but she wasn't at risk of hypothermia or anything- something she was fully aware that the Schnees carelessly ignored to the point that many faunus had died before.

"Course you are." Weiss sighed. "Give me a second, I'll find you something… Are you more of a nightgown girl, bra and panties, or tank and soft pajama pants type of girl?"

"What?" Blake coughed out.

"How do you like to sleep normally?" Weiss called back from inside what Blake could only assume was a closet.

"I… have a robe- well… had." Blake sighed. She missed her soft robe. It was probably sitting on the tarmac by one of the white fang's stolen jets, just waiting for her to escape with the heiress and retreat to the safety of Menagerie.

"Uugh, I have a nice fluffy one if that's alright? Maybe an oversized t-shirt with it?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Blake agreed. Oversized anything sounded pretty nice after the tight bikini.

"Good good. That… bikini is cute and all, but ridiculous."

"Yes, yes. It is."

"Sorry. And… I'm extra sorry because I can't take off the collar, but if you want, you can sleep in the bed. There's no need of the cold hard cage." Weiss leaned in and unlocked the cage.

"You… want me to sleep with you?" Blake reeled but did her best to subdue her outrage. Calm! Obedient! Subservient! Remember? She needed to play the part of the good little pet. This whole operation hinged on her playing the part and Weiss being caught off guard when she attacked.

"We can split the sheets if you want?" Weiss shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I need my sleep tonight for work tomorrow, so I can't just pass up the bed entirely. If you aren't comfortable with it, I can get you down some of my extra pillows and blankets. It'll probably work out to be more comfortable than my couch is for Whitley even if you're on the floor."

"I…" Blake hesitated. It was more than she'd expected. She imagined the night would see her still stuck in the cage- that she'd have to pick the lock while Weiss was out at her meeting tomorrow. Being out of the cage was a real boon to the plan, and if she did this… it could go a good while to lowering Weiss's guard. But was it really worth it?

"Whichever you are more comfortable with."

"I- I can join you in the bed," Blake answered before she'd really even decided.

"Ok, here's your shirt and robe. I hope they work for you?" Weiss offered the clothing up and ran away into the bathroom or something. Blake appreciated the privacy.

"They fit, nice and soft."

"Fantastic." Weiss smiled for a moment before the happy expression fell. "I- I'm sorry, I really do need to sleep now. We really should… talk about all this, but I'm in a bit of a rush with work and finishing school. Tomorrow? After I get home?" Weiss suggested.

Blake just nodded and slipped into the bed just behind Weiss.

"I'd be surprised if you can with all this, but… I hope you sleep well." Weiss whispered before slipping off to sleep.

"Yeah… ok with this… I'm definitely ok with this… I have to be."

End of Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

Tw: Mentions of graphic violence and murder approved by the state

Weiss's bed was stunningly soft. So soft that as Blake woke, she considered stealing the heiress's sheets on the way out. It wasn't so ridiculous an idea! Right? She could wrap Weiss up in the bedding and use that as an excuse for why she and Neptune were dragging a big old body-sized thing into a car on the streets of the most expensive apartment complex in Atlas. No… that probably wouldn't work. Maybe she could stuff it all in the cage she'd been rolled in on? That… that just might work. It'd keep the heiress caged, unable to run off if she woke back up. The bedding could be used at least in part as a gag and cushioning for the journey back to Menagerie. Blake liked that idea. She liked it even more as she rolled over in the bed and pulled an extra fluffy pillow in close. Maybe she could steal the whole damn bed? No, probably not. Blake forced herself out of such nice little fantasies by opening her eyes. To her surprise, Weiss was no longer next to her. But if she wasn't there then- Blake's eyes surveyed the room only to stop dead on the heiress, completely bare save for a thong and the camisole she was actively trying to pull over her head.

"Fuck! Blake! I! Sorry! I just!" Weiss rushed to cover herself, but her arms only got tangled in the cami above her head, successfully tying her hands up behind her head. "Fuck fuck fuck! I! Fuck!" Weiss panicked and began thrashing around in an effort to untangle herself. "Damnit! No! I don't have time! I-"

"Weiss?" Blake questioned.

"Fuck! I'm sorry! I! I wasn't trying to… well, to flash you or anything; especially not first thing in the morning! I just- I'm already late and Whitley and Jacques are already ready and- and-" Weiss huffed and almost looked so frustrated she was about to cry.

"I-" Blake wasn't sure what to say. If she were honest, she wasn't all too upset with the view. Weiss was… empirically beautiful. On some level, it only felt fair after the bikini she'd been in the previous night. Truth was, she liked it, plain and simple. More than once in her life, she fantasized how nice it would be to wake up to a sight just like that- though… that fantasy mostly involved the nude woman being someone she loved rather than the Schnee heiress. "Do you need some help?"

Weiss looked around and fought a little more with the unforgiving fabric of her shirt. "Yes please." She whined.

"Alright, I've got you." Blake assured and slipped from the beautiful bed to help untangle the heiress.

"I- I swear, I'm never this much of a mess." Weiss sighed as Blake freed her.

"Family can do it to us sometimes." Blake comforted, playing the doting faunus, eager to serve as a slave.

"That they can." Weiss deflated.

"What happened?"

"I had my alarm set to wake me for the meeting, not for family brunch, so not I am rushing to get chewed out over breakfast."

"Sounds fun?" Blake gave a dry laugh.

"Oh, I'm just overjoyed," Weiss called back already pulling a beautiful outfit over delicate curves.

"Ho-" Blake loathed it, but she looked down, shuffled her feet, batted her eyes, and attempted to look as helpless and lost kitten as she could. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"How long?" Weiss questioned back, breathless from her rushing.

"Six? Eight hours? Not sure really? We might go out for dinner if things go well for my father."

"If things go well?" Blake's faux weak tone wavered for one of concern. Jacques getting what he wanted couldn't mean anything good for the faunus people.

"Yeah. We're doing a vote today after the meeting. I- it's a whole thing." Weiss dismissed.

"And… and…" Blake took a moment, but somehow she found that innocent 'help me, I'm lost' voice once more. "When you come back, will they be with you?"

"No, god no! One night with them here is enough!" Weiss groaned. "I won't let them even if they try- not that they'd have a reason to."

"Ok… good." Blake forced a tremor into her voice.

Weiss glanced up to her from inside the closet. The heiress was fully dressed now, just finishing up a touch here or there. "I'm sorry." She offered with more honesty than Blake ever thought a Schnee could be capable of.

"What?"

"I'm really sorry about all this."

"What do you mean 'all this'?

"Everything? My dad putting you in that ridiculous stripper outfit? This morning? Last night? My brother? If you couldn't tell, this isn't something I was expecting."

Blake just nodded.

"I'm really sorry I've not really had any time to talk about all this… about us and-" Blake wanted to lash out at the heiress. There was no "us"! Weiss had no right to assume such a thing just because she'd been bought and sold as a slave. "I'll have more time tonight. We can talk… about what you actually want then, alright? I'm sorry we haven't had the time already."

"It's alright." Blake batted faux doe eyes. "I- do you mind leaving me out of the cage while you're gone?" Blake had a pin hidden in her hair if she needed it, but she'd rather not have to deal with picking the lock if she didn't have to.

"Oh! Of course! Sleep in, I'm sorry I woke you! There's that salmon in the fridge! Grab it! Enjoy! There's tuna in the freezer if you need more too! Under running water for twenty minutes and it should be good to eat fresh." Weiss cheered. "Just…" Weiss looked around and Blake almost thought the heiress was trying to spot out some cameras or something. "Please don't just run off? I can't take off the collar, but if you run, my dad… he'll…"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Blake smiled all bright and false.

"I can't believe he… well, I can believe he shocked you like that. But, I'm really."

"It's alright. Just; only us tonight, alright?" Blake did her best to ensure the plan would go off without a hitch.

"I promise. Better yet, I'll call you on my way home to reassure you I'm alone and to make sure I can grab some take-out you like. Sound good?"

"Call me?"

"Yes, there's a landline in the kitchen. You should be able to call anyone who actually has connection with it… amity's still on limited perms while we secure the connections… so not many people you could call, but, because of that, there was no thought to have the collar shock you if you touch it."

Perfect. Blake expected she'd have to finagle something with Weiss's fingerprints or face or something to get a scroll working. But free access to a landline? Poor Schnees had no idea what was coming. Having Neptune as an ally really was paying off already.

"Ok, well, I'm off. You take care. I'll see you tonight!" Weiss called out as she rushed off to brunch with her family.

With the whole of the Schnee heiress's residence to herself, Blake didn't waste much time before testing out that life of luxury. Salmon was great, but the promise of even frozen tuna? Blake had been under the impression that tuna fishing ended years ago. It often required deep-sea fishing- something that had grown increasingly unsafe in the years since Beacon's fall. Maybe it was just a Menagerie thing- shipping to the faunus island had been of lower and lower priority for foreign nations, but Blake hadn't had the opportunity to have any in at least half a decade. Her favorite fish- and till that day, she thought it to be all but extinct to her. Of course, Blake stole the blankets from Weiss's bed and curled up with them and her breakfast on the heiress's luxurious leather couch for some morning programing. It'd not yet come out to Menagerie, but Blake had heard tell that Ninjas of Love the movie had not only released in Atlas, but gone to on-demand. As it turned out, the rumors were right, and Blake couldn't have been happier. She'd never been on such an easy mission for the white fang; shock collar included.

Thinking of which! Blake took a look to her well-manicured nails. How the hell had Neptune gotten so good at that? Did Jaune teach him? It almost seemed a waste to destroy them- or maybe just the color? Blake wasn't entirely sure how it worked, but she wasn't worried about it either. That pin in her hair conveniently held a small amount of the magnetic dust as well. "Come on Neptune, don't fuck me over, let this work." No sooner had the words left her mouth than did Blake almost consider sticking around to enjoy the amenities another day. Things weren't nearly as bad as she'd imagined when she could get out at any time. But she couldn't do that. People were waiting on her.

Blake rose her nails to the color and initiated her aura. The collar sensed it immediately, but before it could shock her, Blake heard the whir of the electronics inside dying. With ease, Blake slipped the collar off and began to truly enjoy her day.

Somewhere into her third movie charged to Weiss's television bill- not like Weiss would have to pay for it, Blake fell asleep on the comfy couch. Just a small little cat nap. She'd have woken up if Weiss called. The fact that there'd been no call meant that the Schnees probably did go to dinner. Blake worried. What did that mean? Had things gone too well for them? Probably wouldn't matter. Whatever happened, Blake was pretty confident that Neptune and Sun had a solid plan once Weiss was kidnapped. The only real question was what part would Blake have in it all once Weiss was delivered? Blake figured the decision would be mostly up to her… she could step away as soon as the heiress was delivered, or she could stay on… watch over the heiress, probably even take over the remainder of the operation. Deserter or not, Blake was technically the highest-ranking member of the White fang still alive and unapprehended. If she wanted, she could probably step back up and take head of the organization. But… did she really want that? Blake didn't think so. She left years ago because the white fang's mission statement slipped… and… kidnapping heiresses who hadn't actually done anything wrong yet themselves didn't much feel like a return to moral roots.

Maybe she'd just stay in touch? Watch over Weiss and make sure nothing too horrible happened to her? Weiss had been kind enough to her? And… Blake knew how quickly things could turn dark, especially when trying to protect a loved one like Neptune was. Yeah, that seemed right.

Blake drowsily sat up on the couch and flipped the television back on. It must have turned itself off after enough time waiting on a movie over screen.

"Yes Azure, we do have information back on the vote." The newscast cut away from one news anchor to another who seemed to be on site. "It is confirmed, the Atlesian council met today with the Schnee Dust Company for a new vote on revisions to the controversial community repayment act have passed. To the surprise of many experts, the vote came in the form of a unanimous decision not only to widen the bill's reach, but to enact the delinquency diversion program."

"And what exactly does that mean for the bill Janey?" The voice of who Blake could only assume was Azure the news hoast questioned.

"I'm glad you asked. Not only does this new vote keep the anti-terrorism programs intact as they were, but it also expands them on two major fronts. First and foremost, punishments to disobedient faunus already in the program have been widened. I'm sure we all remember months ago when the controversial collars were passed, but now, the SDC and other companies employing the new indentured servant labor have a whole hoast more tools to encourage compliance."

"Encourage compliance!" Blake steamed, the remote crunching as it began to break in her iron grip.

"And, Janey, what might these new tools be?"

"Now, our specialists did suspect some amount of this would be passed sooner or later, but, the true surprise is capital punishment."

"What?" Blake threw the remote at the television, cracking the screen, but it continued to play.

"Amongst other expected punishments, the SDC now has express permission to take reprisal in a literal pound of flesh."

"That's… I'm not going to lie to you Janey, that is rather gruesome." Azure answered, clearly shaken.

"But that's not all Azure! The delinquent diversion program doesn't just extend to children as the name might imply. Now, any faunus convicted of terrorism may see their family and or friends convicted along with them. An effort to prevent 'chain radicalization' as the SDC described it. There seem to be stunningly little restrictions on this new law, and our political experts are baffled.

"Wow." Azure didn't have anything else to say, so he sat there in silence a moment. "And you said this vote was passed-"

"Unanimous, yes. That is truly what had our specialists surprised. The widening of punishments in a vague sense could, under the Atlesian constitution, have been passed with a simple six to four vote. But, the addition of capital punishment and the whole of the delinquency diversions program have riders directly in opposition to the fundaments of our government. To be passed in the form it was, it required a ten zero vote in favor. It was rather expected that these votes would lean heavier towards the SDC's favor after both Whitley and Weiss Schnee joined the council last month-"

"Weiss." Blake's ears latched onto the newscast even harder than they already had.

"But the true surprise is that everyone amongst the board, no one managed to oppose these revisions. It can only be assumed that the SDC made some very close friends very quickly-"

"No!" Blake grabbed the closest thing to her- her plate from breakfast and threw it at the television hard enough to break it completely. "They can't. They can't. They just can't they-" Blake tried to reassure herself, but she knew the truth. They could. They had. And Weiss was a the helm of it. Any leniency, any empathy, any understanding Blake ever had for the heiress died that instant- so did any thoughts of not rejoining the white fang. This could not go unanswered. The Schnee had to pay.

End of Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

TW: Cannon typical violence and kidnapping.

Blake took her time to steam, but before long, she got to work. First, she cleaned her mess and did her best to cover up the broken television without making it clear that something was up. With that cleaned, Blake did her best to pile up the blankets on the couch in such a way that anyone entering the apartment would think the faunus had curled up for a nice little cat nap. Then, Blake went for the knives- well, anything sharp or heavy really. She needed to deprive the heiress of any weapons. Sure, she would try and take the girl down in one strike, but this operation would only succeed if Blake kept Weiss alive- something the faunus felt she might just struggle with after the newscast.

In the process, Blake found a beautiful huntress tool. A rapier placed on a shelf in a glass casing with a plaque that read 'Myrtenaster'. The tool was well crafted, it looked as if Weiss had at one point earnestly intended to train as a huntress. This certainly couldn't be left out; if Weiss got to it, she'd at least be able to put up a problematic amount of a fight. Something enough to alert everyone in the appartnemnt complex that something was up.

Everything safely hidden away, Blake prepared. She formed ropes from Weiss's extra bed sheets, found handcuffs hidden away in some drawer with some sleek and expensive-looking toys. Blake initially dismissed them, but they actually looked rather sturdy, and just a small amount of testing revealed Weiss had probably gotten the real article rather than some toy. Not one to ignore a gift from the brothers, Blake prepared those too. Finally, she set up the cage and pulled and rewrapped the majority of it with the same wrapping paper it'd been covered in when she was inside. Odd, but convenient. This way, no one would question what was inside, it was just whatever gift Jacques had given Weiss the night prior.

Nerves from being left idle for just a little too long before something important had just begun to get to Blake when the apartment's landline jingled. She lept to it as quickly as she could.

"Oh- fast! I- Blake, I'm sorry it's been so long. My father wanted to celebrate, but I'm free and headed home now. We'll be free of prying eyes and ears just like I promised. We can… actually talk about…" Weiss trailed off with a slightly awkward intonation in her voice.

Blake wanted to scream, to lash out and strangle the heiress through the phone! CELEBRATE? Celebrate what? The full approval to indiscriminately murder faunuses? The utter lack of any actual crime for a full life sentence- one so likely to be cut short in the least humane of ways? Blake really did want to kill Weiss. Some part of her wanted to ignore the mission and take revenge for the whole of her people. But those were the same instincts that led her to follow Adam for so many years. Blake gritted her teeth, fighting through the torrent of her emotions. "Oh? That's great? You'll be home soon?" She performed her best imitation of some bimbo slave too stupid to know how fucked it was to be owned; a pet just eager to hear her owner would be home soon. She was certain that was how Weiss saw her after all.

"Yeah… I…" Weiss seemed to have trouble finding what to say. "Well, I'm sure you weren't happy to be cooped up all day, under threat if you left you'd be… I'm just sorry." Weiss sighed. "Was the salmon good the day after? Are you hungry? What can I pick up for you on my way home?"

Blake bit through the flesh of her cheek and nails cut into the palms of her hands in her fury at the heiress's faux concern. That disgusting false kindness. She'd enjoy destroying the proud heiress, breaking Weiss into everything Weiss must have seen her as. It would be perfect. But before that, she had to stay in character just a moment longer. "Oh, It was great! I! I may have ordered a movie on your tv by accident tho." Blake faked an embarrassed sigh. "I didn't have the salmon, but I did eat that tuna you told me about? I- didn't know they even still fished for it. Thank you so much, it was delicious."

"Oh, that's fine. And, I'm glad the Tuna was good! Would you like some more? I know a nice place that cooks it better than I ever could." Weiss sounded so bubbly, so excited, and it made Blake's blood boil.

"Yeah, sounds great!" She could tell the visage was slipping, her hate slipped into her voice through gritted teeth.

"Ok, I'll be home soon, and when I get there, we can talk about all this and-" The line suddenly went dead with the sound of several harsh cracks in Blake's ear. It took her until the broken plastic cut into her fingers for her to realize it was her fault. She'd cracked and all but shattered the phone in her fury. She felt stupid for it, but, maybe it was for the best? This way, she'd circumvented any risk of breaking and calling Weiss a privileged genocidal cunt while still on the phone.

Blake took the rest of her time to find the best place from which to strike. On a whim, she ended up in the closet and decided to steal some clothing, first something to hide her ears, and then something to help make her fit in once she was escorting the cage with heiress in tow. Newly clothed, the faunus found herself comfortable just past the apartment's hallway that lead to the front door. She turned on the light closest to the door and turned off the rest. That way she'd see the heiress's shadow and know exactly when to strike.

Exhausted, the heiress fumbled with the door handle. Her day had been horrible and involved far too much, only to leave even more on her plate to deal with later. On the bright side, the faunus awaiting her at home didn't seem quite as hateful as Weiss expected… though, that could have some issues to it too. She had no idea what the hell she'd do if Blake actually wanted to stay. That'd be a moral quandary Weiss had no idea how to solve. Either way, she had the city's most expensive tuna in hand as a hopeful apology for the delayed explanation and comforts she felt she owed Blake. She did her best to juggle the take-out containers in her hands as she undid the lock and opened her door. "Hey? Blake? Blake, it's me!" Weiss wondered if her exhaustion showed in her voice or if she was still doing well with hiding it behind a bubbly and cheery pretext. "I brought your tuna! Nice and fresh! It smells fantastic. I hope it's good. I-" As she turned to close and lock the door behind her, she knew she couldn't keep the eager tone up any longer. "Blake, I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry about all this, my dad, my brother and everything that's goi- Geez, it's a little dark in here? You alright?" The heiress couldn't get out another word before something collided with the back of her head and she was out.

Blake struck fast and hard. Weiss might have gotten a concussion, but her skull was more or less intact and she was out cold. That was what Blake needed. First, she cuffed the heiress, then tied her down. Needing the heiress's scroll to call Neptune now that she'd destroyed the landline, she stole Weiss's and dialed. Neptune picked up quickly and assured Blake that he'd be there in less than twenty minutes. She loaded the heiress into the cage, rolled it as close to the door as she could, gagged Weiss, loaded her in, and spent her leftover time eating the dinner Weiss had brought her.

"Blake? Blake?" Neptune whispered into the door just a moment after he knocked.

Blake was quick to open it up and usher for his assistance with the rewrapped cage.

"She's?"

"The bitch is in there, yeah."

"You heard?" Neptune went pale.

"Oh, I fucking heard. And she had a fucking part in it!"

Neptune just nodded.

"She's mine." Blake hissed.

"She's what?"

"I want in on the rest of this. I want her to pay."

Neptune almost looked scared… no, he looked terrified, but Blake didn't recognize that look anywhere other than in the mirror. "You… you're coming back to the whi-"

"I am White Fang!" Amber eyes all but illuminated the dark hallway with Blake's burning fury. "I don't care what you, Sun, or Illia say. It was my ass on the line, technically I outrank all of you! This is my op now!" Blake couldn't see it… she didn't seem to notice at all, but her hands were shaking. Neptune assumed it was anger, but a portion of him knew the truth- that there was far more fear hiding along with all that fury. "Now help me get her out of here!" Blake barked out the order.

"O- ok." Neptune swallowed around his thick tongue.

"The ship they stole is waiting for us?"

Neptune nodded.

"Jacques wouldn't dare shoot once we're in the air. Let's go!" She went to forge ahead, but Neptune stopped her. "What?!" She barked at him.

"Blake?"

"What!" She demanded again.

"Are you alright?"

Blake glanced at him, then the cage, then back. "Are you?"

"Not in the slightest." Neptune answered. "I- what if Sun's heard? What if he changes his mind and won't go back with you?"

"Then I'll knock him out and drag him back with me."

Neptune gaped. It was the perfect answer. He knew he couldn't force Sun back to safety, but Blake could. Despite that? It didn't fix the darkness dwelling deep in his gut; the omen telling him things were already going wrong.

"No. I'm not. Not in the slightest."

"You're not what?"

"Ok."

Sun fought when they arrived at the tarmac. He fought, yelled, and screamed. Nearly blew their cover entirely. Neptune begged him to just go back to the safety of Menagerie with Blake, but Sun wanted to fight. The first of Neptune's tears fell just before Blake struck Sun across the side of his head with Gambol Shroud. He broke into sobs as she threw his boyfriend into the cockpit. He gathered himself together enough to help get Weiss into the cargo bay, but he and Blake didn't share another word. Even as Blake kicked on the engines, Neptune stood, silently wiping his face clean outside the airship.

Travel to Menagerie was infinitely easier by air than by boat. Blake and Sun entered descent with their package in tow before Sun even woke. Turbulence on the way down happened to rouse him tho. He had… a litany of choice words for her once they landed, but he knew why she did it. There was no point in arguing for long; not with someone who felt no guilt for dragging him back.

Blake, for years, had been living in a house addition to her family's Menagerie manor. Older now, it awarded her privacy but kept her close to home. This felt extra useful as she and Sun dragged the cage back and down into her basement. Sun lingered like they'd have more words for each other, but for the night, Blake had not a single moment of patience for anyone but herself and planning the heiress's justice.

End of Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

TW: Non consensual drug use, cannon typical violence

When Weiss woke, she had no idea where she was. It didn't help that her head still rang out with all the pain of getting hit by a train. But the thing that really inhibited her ability to tell where she was, the darkness. Wherever she had ended up, it was pitch black. Unable to orient herself by sight, Weiss tried to find her bearings by touch.

Moving around just served to highlight how everything ached. Her shoulders had locked up from being in such a restricted position- speaking of which, her hands were bound. A little fiddling confirmed it was handcuffs. They felt mildly familiar, but Weiss chalked that up to the ones she was used to being standard issue rather than to them actually being one in the same. Groaning at the soreness that took over her whole body, Weiss forced herself up onto her knees and face. Not comfortable by a long shot, but at least wherever she was, there were pillows and blankets. They felt like the ones from her bed? Maybe? She couldn't tell without seeing them.

In trying to get up, she hit her head first on the bars and then on the top of her cage. Delightful. Now her head just hurt all the worse. She was pretty sure she cursed loudly, but her ears already rang with the sound of her hurried pulse, and that made discerning harder than it should have been. Carefully this time, Weiss stretched out and found the bounds of her cage. Was it the same one Blake had been delivered to her in?

Fuck! Blake! Was she alright? If someone had done this to her, what would they do with a collared faunus standing in the way? Even if Blake was alright, when her father heard of this, he'd blame her. Fuck! Weiss cursed to herself under her breath in a long series of expletives.

None of this was good! Weiss had so much fucking work to do, and no time with which to handle whatever this was. She needed to get out! Get back to work! Thinking too hard only reminded her how much her head hurt, and the heiress desperately regretted that she hadn't continued her huntress training. She'd heal sooner or later with what anemic, atrophied aura she had, but it would have been infinitely faster if she'd not given up on all that almost a decade ago.

"Hey!" Weiss screamed, her voice hoarser than she expected. How long had she been out? Not that she'd been overzealously hydrating during her day, but it must have been a while given the state of her dry and scratchy throat. "Heeyy! Who's there? What do you want? A fucking ransom or something?" She turned over- and quickly regretted it- to clink her cuffs against the metal of the cage. "So? You call up my dad yet? He'll pay! Not for me of course, but to save face and cover-up that a Schnee was so easy to kidnap." When no response came, Weiss just returned to wailing and tried louder. Either she'd get her captor's attention, or she'd get someone else's and they would contact the Atlesian authorities.

She went till she'd worn herself out and then tried to keep going, but quickly she collapsed back into the bedding under her. Hopeless. She figured it was hopeless. If she was somewhere this dark, she was probably well isolated. Isolated if not from her captor, then certainly from anyone to save her.

"No one is coming to save you."

"What?" Weiss perked as best as her exhaustion could manage. Where had that voice come from? Where'd she know it from? A woman! A woman with a voice soft, dark, calm. No doors had opened! Weiss was moderately sure of that? There had been no light and that would have shown if a door had opened. How the hell could someone have seen well enough to get in the room, much less to exist there without walking into something.

"No one is coming for you. No one will save you."

"I-" Weiss knew that voice, but it was different. Something was different enough about it that Weiss couldn't quite place her. "What?" She repeated.

"And I won't be giving you back over some piddly little ransom."

"Bla-" Weiss questioned, the name on her lips for half a second before she tossed away the sheer idea. It couldn't be Blake.

"Finally figured it out, huh? Was wondering how long it'd take you." Blake kicked at the bars of the cage.

The ringing stung in Weiss's ears as she tried to think.

"Aww, poor little Schnee having a hard time keeping up?" The click of Blake's chunky heels clonked around the cage.

It was, it really was! "Blake? I- is that you? What's going on? Are you alright? What happened?" The steps continued to circle Weiss, but no response came. "Wherever we are, my father will come find us. I- We'll be alright. He- He'll pay whatever to get me back- to save face, but I'll make sure he gets you fre-"

"Shut up!" Blake kicked the cage again. "How fucking stupid do you think I am?"

"I- not… I don't…" Weiss's energy died out. "Blake?" She flopped down onto her side and tried to see the faunus through the darkness. She couldn't see a thing, but she knew the faunus could see her perfectly in the dark. "What's going on?"

"Brothers, you really are slow." Blake scoffed. "Were you always so vapid, or did having everything handed to you suck the brains right out of your skull?"

"Blake!" Weiss snapped.

"Privileged cunt!" Blake huffed back.

"I-" Weiss scoffed indignant and insulted.

The faunus knelt down by the cage, her boots scraping against the ground as she did. "I just love that look of angry horror on your face. All scared but thinking you still have the power to be mad. Adorable."

Weiss flopped over onto her back, doing her best to pinpoint Blake, and she kicked at the bars- she was pretty sure she broke something in her foot in the process.

"Haha! You've got some fight in you?" Blake leaned back on her heels and continued to chuckle to herself. "I didn't expect that after seeing how spineless you were when it came to your father.

Weiss bit her lip and fought the urge to cry out. She wouldn't give Blake the pleasure of showing her that pain.

"I'll enjoy breaking that." Somehow, Weiss could just tell Blake was smiling. "But, for now, out!" Blake ordered and threw open the door to the cage.

"Huh?" Weiss could only orient herself through the sound of Blake's voice and the creaking of the cage's door.

"I said out! You dumb bitch!"

Weiss wanted to scream her opposition, to yell and protest. She wanted to do a lot of things, but she was smart enough to know compliance might get her more answers in the moment. Movement was slow, especially so considering her body's exhaustion and the fact that she was mostly inching by what movement she could make with her shoulders.

"It's alright, we have time." Blake allowed with a soft, patient tone.

"I-" Weiss's voice trembled breathless from exertion and fear. She wanted to believe it was solely the former, but it was more likely equal. "What is going on? What- what do you want?"

"Aww, she's asking questions… Well, that's fine for now, but you'll learn your place soon." The feeling of Blake's palm against her cheek stopped Weiss completely. "Soon enough Kitten." Simultaneously soft and calloused fingers caressed across Weiss's cheek in such a soft and gentle gesture.

"What is going on?" Weiss pressed her question again and tried her best to not reel at the touch.

"You're just going to keep asking, aren't you?" Blake's fingers migrated up to Weiss's hair, pulling it back and straightening the mess the mane had become.

"I- Yes!" Weiss agreed dumbly. Why the hell wouldn't she ask!

"Ok then!" Blake grunted with the effort as she took Weiss by a tight grip on her hair and yanked her roughly out of the cage

"Ouch! Ouch! Fuck!" Weiss cried out in pain as Blake lifted her up only to roughly drop her back down to the ground.

"There, better, now you're out."

"What do you want Blake! What's going on?"

"First, I'd appreciate some obedience. But… that will come with time." Blake sighed before lifting Weiss up and sitting her atop the cage.

"Obedience?" Weiss felt insulted. What had she done to Blake… ok, aside from being a Schnee! She'd tried to be kind to Blake! Hell, she'd already been planning Blake's escape… though, Blake seemed to have already gotten that covered.

"Shh, shh, shh." Blake's hands whisked around Weiss's head pulling back stray hairs and cleaning her up slightly. "You'll get there. For now, we need you all together, healed and in one piece."

Weiss blinked and she felt like her eyes had adjusted just enough to catch the faint outline of Blake's amber eyes. "Healed?"

"I can't have you dying of a concussion now, can I?" Blake ruffled through clothing and pulled something free just to place it at Weiss's lips. "Come now Kitten, just bite it and engage your aura. You remember how to do that, right?"

Weiss nodded softly and obeyed with far too much ease. The dust crunched under her teeth and quickly melted to a faint sweet taste as her aura dissolved it. She hated how quickly she gave in. She soothed herself with the thought that it would just be this one time. Only because she also had a vested interest in not dying of a concussion.

"Good girl." Blake praised eagerly. Instantly, the words felt like they'd taken on a complete different meaning than any other time Weiss had heard them.

"What's- just…" Weiss suddenly felt dizzy. Her whole body felt like she was falling in the most pleasant way.

"That's it. There you go. Good girl." Blake soothed gently.

"Whd- gv mhmm." Weiss moved back and forth as if being battered by the waves.

"Aww, you don't recognize it? Well, I guess it's only really common amongst the faunus. The ones beaten and battered in your mines. Building your walls for you."

"Buu-"

"You know, it's addictive? But the Schnee never cared about turning their workers into junkies if it meant they continued to mechanically pump out profit."

"Haaa…" Weiss panted out. "Hot… good…" Her whole body felt like she was radiating heat and floating. It was wonderful. She was sure she could lose herself in the sensation forever if only it weren't so fleeting.

"Starting to come back to the world a little?" Blake checked gently.

"I- whaa?"

"It's a quick peek, but the rest will linger a while. Your head should be healed now tho." The faunus pulled up and back Weiss's hair where the heiress had been struck. What had been an open wound still slowly bleeding was now but the faintest yellowed bruise. "Yup, all healed." Blake chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be craving more soon tho."

"M- more?" Somehow, Weiss's brain latched to the idea desperately. "More?" She questioned again eagerly.

"Aww, did you forget wanting to know why I took you? You know, if you'd actually kept it together I'd have answered some of your questions." Blake's voice was so pleased with herself.

Answer? Answer… Anwer! Weiss needed answers! She needed to know things! Right? What did she need to ask? She- her head was so foggy, and thinking was slow and hard, and everything else felt so nice and she wanted more and- "Where?" She managed through the fog to get out the single question.

"Is that your question? That's what you want to know?"

"Wha- w… where!" Weiss coughed out, more trying to remember what she asked rather than because she needed the answer for that above anything else.

"Well, I did say I'd answer. So I guess it's only fair to answer." Blake sighed. "Menagerie. You're in Menagerie. I'm sorry, but no sunny beaches for you; not for a while at least."

"I- Wait!" Weiss blinked quickly. "No! No! That wasn't my question! I! I!"

Blake laughed. "Aww, coming to now?"

"What! What the hell'd you give me! The fuck was that! Why do I still feel all…"

"Are you sure that's the next question you wanna ask Kitten?"

Weiss's face contorted in horror at her mistake. "No! No! Why! Why am I here- or what do you want!"

"Well, that one's a little more complex. What do I want? Right about now, I just want you punished."

"P-punished?" Weiss stammered out, still too far in the haze of the dust drug to censor herself and keep her pride intact.

"Shh, don't worry of that now Kitten." Blake calmed. "Why are you here? Well, your father wasn't going to liberate the faunus for free."

"What! I! Idiot! He doesn't give a damn about me I-"

"Shh, shh, shh." Blake calmed again and soothed her fingers down Weiss's hair. "Then we'll just have to figure something else out." Weiss heard clothes shuffling, but she still couldn't see a damn thing.

"I'm just a prop to him! He won't care what you do to me unless the people hate him for it- It's all optics and- and- and-" As Weiss spoke, she felt it once more, the hard crystal against her lower lip. It stole all will she had to fight. She petered out, stumbling with her words. Limply, Weiss tried to bite at the drug, to steal it away from Blake's fingers, but the faunus kept it just out of reach.

"Oh…" Blake giggled evilly. "This is just going to be too easy."

"G- give!" Weiss barked out the demand like she had an iota of her normal power to do so.

"Oh, Kitten, you can do so much better than that."

"G- give it!"

"But I shouldn't go spoiling you, Kitten." Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a small "tisk" sound. "I'm sure that if I let you, you'd devour yourself into an overdose. I can't have you killing yourself by accident, now can I?"

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Weiss knew what Blake meant, she knew Blake was right. But the rest of her didn't give a damn. It felt so nice, and the high was fading yet. She needed more! Just… "Just one more."

"Aww, greedy little thing." Blake cooed. "Well, I still have more work to do with you before you go back in the cage, so… I guess." She pressed the small crystal into Weiss's lips and the heiress took to it like her first meal in ages. Blake nearly lost a finger to the heiress's desperate bite at the drug dust.

The hit was instantaneous. Weiss's mind went fuzzy and she couldn't orient herself. Warm, hot, soft. The whole world felt so many things it had never really been to Weiss. If she had been able to retain much cognitive function, she would have been sure her eyes glazed over. It was just so nice, so easy to lose herself in.

It was so much that even when Weiss felt the cuffs removed, she couldn't manage to so much as raise a hand in protest. Fighting was a long-lost ideation. All Weiss wanted was more of that drug. The heiress began to slip from consciousness not long after. She could vaguely tell that Blake was stripping her, removing her clothes slowly. The last memory Weiss had was of the faunus touching her neck.

"You'll get a much nicer one when you've learned to behave, but for now, this one will keep you good and obedient," Blake whispered into Weiss's ear as the collar locked around the heiress's neck.

End of Chapter 6

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Chapter 7

TW: Drug use, talk of forced drug addiction, electric shocks, rape/forced fingering

Weiss woke what felt to be an entirely new ache. The headache was gone- or at least, it had changed in nature. While before it had been a thudding from where Blake had clocked her, whereas now, the back of her head ached like an adrenaline headache on steroids. Things were much less cloudy. She could think more or less as well as usual- headache aside that was. She was relieved that the desperate cravings for whatever Blake had given her hadn't lingered; or at least, that it hadn't lingered in the same way. She was… mildly certain that she'd be able to refuse more if it was offered to her- though the fact that she was only mildly certain disturbed her in ways she could never describe. Thankfully, for now, at least, the exhaustion at the base of the back of her skull served as a nice extra reminder not to fall to it again. To her relief, she had been uncuffed. Wrists ached slightly, but being able to move her arms felt fantastic. The room was still dark, pitch black, but the bedding under Weiss confirmed she was back inside the cage. She didn't have the time or the energy to do much of anything, so she yielded to the sluggishness of the dust drug's hangover.

Tiredly, Weiss reached around, searching to see if a pillow had been slipped into the cage with her when!

BZZZZT! The collar around her neck shocked her hard the moment the tip of her finger touched one of the cage's bars. Her body already felt more than worn out, the shock only seemed to burn through already overexerted nerve endings.

"Oh, yeah. It'll do that if you touch the bars when the door isn't open." Blake answered without missing a beat.

"I- well who's fucking idea was that?" Weiss snapped.

"Not quite sure, but it was a setting your father had turned on while I was wrapped and suffocating in there."

"Fuck." It wasn't likely Weiss would be getting any sympathy from her about this… or anything else really.

"Yeah, it got me a couple of times before I started to get too woozy from lack of air."

There was a momentary lull where neither said anything. Blake, simply had nothing new to say, so she said nothing at all. Weiss was still caught somewhere between trying to figure out why the hell she was still trapped in a cage and how to best deal with the sensation of her brainstem being lit on fire in two different ways.

"So, what? You just stand there and watch me all day?"

"No. I'm sitting and it's night now."

"Still creepy."

"And having your father buy you a faunus sex slave isn't?"

"I didn't! What the hell makes you think I wanted that! Or that I planned on fucking you? I! Have standards!" Weiss huffed and rolled her eyes.

"You what?" Weiss couldn't see, but she knew she had Blake's full and undivided attention.

Foolhardy in the way only someone with so much privilege to never have learned why not to be could be, Weiss, latched on to that attention. "I wouldn't have gone near you with a ten-foot dildo. Tits and a nice ass, and you think you're what, the queen of Menagerie?"

Without a word, Blake stood and walked to the cage. Before Weiss knew it, the cage's door was open. She could run out, she could try to fight! Then she remembered that she still had a collar locked around her neck.

"Out!"

"What?"

"I said out! Get out!" Blake demanded cold.

It was an excuse, a perfect one to get on her feet and face to face with Blake. It'd been years since Weiss summoned anything larger than an actual wasp, but if she could manage the big old suit of armor, she could actually stand a chance. Her semblance would even light the room enough that she might be able to see for a moment or two. Weiss wasn't quite sure how faunus night vision worked exactly, but if she was lucky, she'd be able to blind Blake in the process. It was the perfect opportunity, and likely the only one she'd ever get that was so perfect.

"OUT! You privileged litt-"

"Moving!" Weiss called out in her best broken tone.

"Better." Blaked huffed in her impatience.

Weiss clawed her way off the ground and to her feet. Everything was woozy and she felt weak. Her best assumption was that it had been a side effect of the drug, but she couldn't really be sure. That, however, made for no reason that she couldn't pretend she was strong as usual. "So?" Very intentionally, Weiss put every ounce of attitude into her voice that she could.

"You little!" Blake puffed herself up, clearly readying to do something, and Weiss took that as her sign.

A single step back was all the heiress took before she tried. Weiss hadn't picked up her sword in years. It'd become little more than a decoration somewhere back in her Atlesian apartment not long after beacon fell and all of Remnant went to shit. Self-preservation won out over any interest to help people. She liked to pretend it had been because she thought she could help more people by changing how the SDC ran business, but that wasn't true. It wasn't true when she decided not to go to Beacon, and it had never been true after.

That past so far behind her, Weiss still lifted her hand and initiated her semblance the same way she had as a Beacon Academy hopeful. She was right, her semblance did give her enough light to see in the dark room. The giant suit of white armor emerged to her right and struck the faunus standing perfectly still. Weiss couldn't believe it! She didn't know how, but this meant she'd be able to find her freedom. Menagerie or no, if she could subdue Blake, she'd find a way to get free.

The sensation of victory washed over the heiress as she watched the summoned suit's sword slice into Blake. A smile on her face, Weiss turned around, only to see, Blake, standing proud, right behind her, completely unscathed.

"Nice try, now that the collar has an example of you using your semblance and knows how your semblance works, it'll shock you and disrupt your aura the moment you try to use it again." Blake smiled, and the collar shocked Weiss just hard enough to deactivate her summon.

"Shh, shh." Blake caught Weiss as she jerked in the aftershocks of the collar's discharge. "It's ok Kitten, relax. As long as you are tense like that, the shocks will just hurt more."

Weiss tried to cough out something, but her throat caught on the attempt to speak.

"Aww, just relax. Don't go wearing yourself out, Kitten. You'll need all that strength for your punishment."

"P- punishment?" Weiss coughed out in terror.

"Aww, the dumb little Kitten didn't think that she'd be able to act out like that without a punishment?"

"Wha- what…"

"I think you said something about a ten-foot-long dildo?"

"No! No! I was- I mean! I wasn't! You didn't think I was- I!" Weiss stammered.

"Are you sure?" Blake pouted dispite the fact that Weiss couldn't see anything in the darkness. "You seemed really certain when you said it… but you did invite me into your bed all of… forty minutes after we met?"

"I- I- I just… I didn't want you to have to sleep on the floor! I! I was!" Weiss panicked. "I told you! I would have slept on the floor or something but I-"

"Hmm." Blake huffed. "I guess ten feet is a bit much, but you still need to be punished somehow." Blake pondered out loud.

Weiss wanted to snap, to fight, but she couldn't handle another shock, not today. Hoping Blake would just find something stupid, she curled up into herself and tried to play tough.

"I could just give you another dose of that dust you seemed to like so much yesterday; maybe just make you beg for more after the first?"

Weiss shuttered less at the thought directly, and more at how her first reaction was almost to drop down to her knees and beg. Damnit, the craving had already dug itself far too deep into her mind. The heiress tried to step back, but the faunus's arms just tightened around her, holding her in close. "N- no…" Weiss weakly protested.

"Aww, are you sure you don't want anymore? You seemed to really like being all blissed out on it yesterday. Ah, just imagine what else I could do with you while you're all blissed out. You know, I've never tried it, but I've heard cumming on it is phenomenal; just like the initial hit, but better."

Weiss wriggled, but she couldn't escape Blake's ironclad embrace.

"I once saw a girl high on it after she'd finished getting fucked. She was literally leaking for ten minutes."

"Sh! Shut up! I! I don't want! And… and I certainly don't want to be… while I'm high like that." Weiss fought and managed to get her hands between her and Blake to push the faunus back.

"Oh? Is it against those 'standards' of yours?"

"I! Y- yes! Of course it is!" Weiss stammered, suddenly catching the feeling of cold air all around her skin. How in the hell had she gone so long without realizing it. Blake had removed all her clothes- not even the decency to give her a bikini like her father had allowed Blake. She was naked, and though she couldn't see it, she knew Blake could. "I! I! You fucking perv!" Weiss's hands shot to cover her breasts and core.

"Aww, already touching yourself in front of me? I thought I'd have to break you before you started doing that." Blake's self-amused smirk came through clear in her smug tone.

"I'm not! You! Gross! I'm not touching myself! I'm just trying to cover up! You are the asshole who took my clothes!"

"Want to call me that again?" Blake tested, welcoming a correction.

"A- asshole." Weiss sheepishly tried again as if testing a trap door she knew fully well would give under her full weight.

"Alright then." Blake huffed with what seemed to be not a care in the world as she snaked a scroll out from a pocket. The only reason Weiss could tell what was happening was that a moment later, the warm glow of the scroll illuminated Blake's face.

"What are you do- uugh!" Weiss's whole body locked up for just a moment in a new electric shock. It wasn't quite as violent as the one from earlier, but it was enough to keep her immobile. She couldn't even question as Blake turned away and put the scroll back in her pocket. There seemed to be some odd shadows as the scroll's light went out, but Weiss couldn't much focus on it. All her attention was on trying not to fall down- something she was inevitably going to fail at. "Gah!" Weiss choked out as her balance swayed just a little too far forward. She couldn't save herself, couldn't even catch herself once she'd started falling. All Weiss could do was brace for impact and hope she didn't break her nose when she hit the floor.

But then, instead of the floor, Weiss hit something else. A warm body? It almost felt like she'd fallen face-first into Blake's back, but that wasn't possible! Weiss could still hear the faunus fiddling with a bag or something off in what she assumed was the corner of the room. But, there she was… slowly regaining control of locked muscles and feeling the warmth of the faunus's back against her cheek and chest. Weiss despised how the warmth felt. Soft, homey. Disgusting! Well… the part of her that liked it was disgusting at least. This was her captor for fucks sake! No amount of touch-starved craving could change that.

When Weiss heard feet shuffling at the other side of the room, and the sound of a bag hitting the floor, terror struck through her. Were there more people? Who else was in the room? Did Blake have a whole horde of faunus gawking at her? "Who! Who's there!" Weiss barked out.

"What?" Blake's voice questioned from the direction Weiss thought someone else had been.

"Who! Who else is here! I! How many people do you have watching this!"

"No one." Blake plainly answered, the sound of a chair's legs scraping against the ground just in front of Weiss.

"Then… who- who am I-" Weiss yelped as what or whoever had been holding her up disappeared entirely. Like a limp ragdoll, Weiss fell forward only to land in the faunus's lap.

"Aww, falling for me already Kitten?" Blake taunted.

"W- wha- wha t' hell- ws tht!" Weiss stumbled through her words, the wind knocked right out of her chest from landing roughly on Blake's lap.

"Oh, my semblance. I used it to keep you up while I grabbed something." Blake answered cheerily. "Now, is my Kitten ready to be good?"

"Fuck you!" Weiss huffed, still breathless.

"Aww, you don't mean that." Blake clicked her tongue softly.

"What the fuck do you want! Asshole!" Weiss snapped and tried to stand, but Blake's strong hand pressed right down on her back, pinning her down to the faunus's lap.

"You know, I was going to wait for this. You were being so patient with using me, so I was going to return the favor… but you're just so insistent on being a bad Kitten."

"Fuck you! Creep!" Weiss yelled only to have her mouth covered immediately. Muffled, she tried to yell again, but Blake was a little too efficient in silencing her. Angry and impatient, Weiss opened her mouth wide and went to bite Blake's fingers. What she crunched was not a finger. Dust? Dust! No! Weiss's eyes went wide as she felt Blake's aura initiate the dust. No! No! If she- Weiss didn't even want to think about how easily she could fall down the rabbit hole of that immaculate bliss.

"No, no, this one is different. I don't want you all high for our first time." Blake sang softly. "No, no, I want my Kitten fully aware… though… I don't need you able to fight back."

Weiss began to realize what this dust did as her muscles locked. The only part of her body she could control was her eyes and diaphragm. With enough fight, she could almost open her mouth, but it seemed to want to linger agape a little anyways. "Huubbbhh" She tried to speak, but she couldn't manage any actual words.

"Aww, poor thing. Sorry about that, soon enough you'll be trained so we don't need to lock you up for everything. For now tho…" Blake hummed softly as her hand rested on Weiss's lower back only to slip down and cuff her ass.

Weiss wanted to scream, to yell, and fight, but her body wouldn't do anything, all she could do was breathe and blink her terror.

"Shh, just relax." Blake soothed, grabbing at Weiss's ass firmly. It felt… far nicer than it had any reason to. The possessive hand on Weiss's backside. She knew she was kinky, but finding something like this anything other than disgusting… she just tried to keep telling herself it was as disgusting as she believed it should feel.

"Now, this should be easier for you, you still have some of that old dust in your system, I'm sure…" Blake offered in a comforting tone. Her words were anything but comforting. Or at least… Weiss felt they should be. But, she desperately latched on to having an excuse for her less than disgusted reaction. "That said… I do have a meeting in an hour and a half, so, I'd prefer we finish up within the hour." Blake's calloused and soft fingers tenderly traveled down to Weiss's slit.

The heiress yelped softly, her breaths turning fast and impatient.

"You can cum for me in less than an hour, right Kitten?" Blake whispered as her fingers gently soothed around Weiss's labia. "I don't want to rush, but I do have something that can help you get there if we need."

No! No more fucking drugs! Weiss panicked and choked on air as she failed to scream.

"Well, we'll see." Blake's free hand traced over Weiss's back, gently soothing in nice calming gestures.

Weiss did a good job of resisting. For the most part at least. It helped that when they started she was more akin to a desert than the mild wetness Blake had worked her up to. Then again, it didn't quite feel like the faunus had been putting her all into it by any means. She'd just been delicately tracing the tips of her fingers up and down, around Weiss's labia. The most intricate move Blake made was once in a while she would spread the heiress's lips and test a finger at her entrance. But even then, Blake never went further than the first knuckle. It was… maddening!

Weiss had slowly been regaining her movement, but all she could use it for was holding to the chair with half limp arms and moaning out. If Blake had to be fucking doing this, then did she have to be so slow and taunting about it. Weiss only wished she could move her hips to get more and finally have it all over with. It was… just too much! How did Blake expect her to handle it! But... there it was… Blake likely didn't expect her to handle it.

It hadn't been long since Weiss got her first inkling of what Blake wanted that the faunus spoke up. "I truly expected you to start begging by now. You'll be harder to break than I anticipated." Blake's phrasing only gave Weiss renewed determination not to give in… though… it seemed to crumble all too quickly.

She figured she'd lasted about another ten minutes before she was wishing she could move her hips again, that she could just buck back once or twice or even pinch her clit and get the rest of the way there. If she could, then she'd be sated and the faunus wouldn't get what she wanted. "Fuck." She coughed out weakly.

"What was that Kitten?"

"N… nothing!"

"Hmm… do you think we should do something about that potty mouth of yours? Maybe not… I do like that fight you have in you… even if we'll have to break that."

"H- hasn't it been an hour already?" Weiss panted out.

"Hmm… I didn't think of that." Blake shuffled, pulling out her scroll and checking it. "Oh brothers, you've lasted quite a while." Blake slipped a finger into Weiss without any warning.

The heiress moaned out, desperate and needy for more. It was exactly what she needed. So close, she could feel it.

"You sure you don't want to beg? I've been waiting to hear you ask for it. So? Do you want to cum?"

"W- wha- I!" Weiss panted, desperately fighting not to.

"Come on, just admit your standards are a joke and beg. If you beg, I'll even play with your clit." Blake teased, her thumb ducking down to taunt at the hood of heiress's peak.

Weiss couldn't help the lewd noise that slipped out of her lips, the noise of needy ecstasy. Worse yet, the way her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lulled out of her mouth. Weiss was just relieved Blake couldn't see all of her embarrassment. "Course… course not! And… and… I'd never cum for you!" Weiss panted out, incredibly unconvincingly.

"Aww, what a shame… you sure?" Blake pouted.

"Just get your disgusting hands off of me!" Weiss snapped, eyes straining against the roof of her skull. If things had gone even a moment longer, she was certain she'd break, that the flood gates would shatter and she'd… Weiss bit her lower lip to stifle the whine that naturally built up in her throat when Blake pulled her fingers away. She'd been so fucking close! Why hadn't she just begged! If she'd begged, she'd feel so fucking good. Getting wound up like that just to cum? Weiss forced those thoughts from her head. Blake had a meeting in not long, right? She'd be leaving soon? So! So just wait till then! She'd be able to bring herself to just as beautiful a climax later. All she had to do was play along until Blake left for whatever she was going to do.

"Oof! What- I!" Weiss yelped as Blake easily picked her up and flipped her over in her lap.

"Just readjusting for us to finish up." Blake answered without a care. "Oh here, tell me how you taste." She pressed her fingers coated in Weiss's wetness to the heiress's mouth. Weiss had been slow to slicken up, but before they finished, she was dripping and Blake's fingers had been completely coated in her yearning.

"Wha!" Weiss tried to complain, but it only made for the perfect opportunity for Blake to force her fingers in her mouth. She was salty on her own tongue. Vaguely sweet, but mostly a hint of salt and the air of pussy. Gross! It was gross! She had no desire to taste herself.

Blake forcing the fingers in her mouth and down her throat kept Weiss perfectly distracted. She didn't notice what Blake had been doing with her other hand until the faunus's fingers returned to her drenched snatch. Weiss couldn't help it. The reaction was completely involuntary! She didn't mean to moan onto the fingers as she began to suck them clean! It was just! Just! Thinking was really hard with Blake's fingers soothing through her labia! And! And! Fuck she was so close. Blake had added something new in, a cream or something, and it was both warm and cooling in just such a way that must have been created just to shatter Weiss. She was painfully close and Blake's nimble fingers sliding over her sex at the entirely new angle felt even better and- just before Weiss could capture that peak, Blake pulled her fingers away.

"There. We're done with that for today then." Blake announced and helped Weiss up so she was sitting in the faunus's lap.

"I- I- mhmm." Weiss whimpered. Her head felt a little fuzzy again, but that was mostly just from the blood rushing back down to the rest of her body. She felt weak as her head fell down onto Blake's shoulder. Warm… soft… and… Blake smelled faintly of vanilla. It was so nice.

"There you go." Blake soothed her hand down Weiss's back once more. "Did you enjoy your first play session Kitten?"

"N! No!" Weiss rushed out as if trying to cut off a more truthful answer.

"Alright. Maybe next time you'll enjoy more then."

Weiss was so tired. Eyelids seemed to just drift shut on their own.

"No, nope, no sleep yet Kitten."

"Huh?"

"I have some questions before you sleep Kitten."

"H- huh?"

"Do you know when the last time you ate was?"

"I- what? Uugh? With… with my dad?"

"You know, that was two days ago Kitten."

"I? Was it?" Weiss questioned, still in quite the dazed state.

"Mhmm. I think it's time you had a small meal. You can't eat too much tho. We wouldn't want your stomach to get upset." Blake gently began to run her fingers through the hair on the back of Weiss's head.

Why the hell did that feel so nice?

"Ok, upsy daisy." Blake huffed, hands holding Weiss from under her knees and behind her back.

"Where are you… what-"

"We're just going to my bag. I have some food in there."

"Food?" Weiss only just began to realize how hungry she was. She was starving. She'd really not eaten in days, and her parched throat craved for anything to drink.

"Mhmm. Some water too." Blake assured. "We'll get you a bowl and a water dish soon. Once we've got everything all set up in here for you."

"Tha…" Weiss wasn't sure if Blake had slipped her some more drugs or if it was just exhaustion starting to get to her, but she couldn't help but relax into Blake. "Sounds nice."

"Yup." Blake leaned against a wall and slowly slid down against it until she was sitting on the floor with Weiss in her lap right next to the bag. "I was going to make you eat kibble. But… I guess you wouldn't even do that to me. So…" Blake fished out the snacks from her bag with a cold bottle of water.

"K- kibble?" Weiss shivered slightly at the thought. "But-"

"Shh, it's alright. No kibble. Drink up, but do it slow Kitten." Blake instructed and brought the bottle of water to Weiss's lips. She carefully pulled it away and brought it back to keep Weiss from drinking too much or too little too fast. "I am sorry tho, I'm not poor, but I don't have millions to get you fresh tuna or prime rib or anything." Fingers continued to soothe through the back of Weiss's head, massaging it gently as she offered Weiss the water.

"I…" Weiss failed to form anything logical to answer with.

"Here. I do have some smoked tilapia. It's not fresh, but it is delicious and healthy. Plus, it'll be easy on your tummy after a couple of days of empty and dust." Blake pulled back the water and offered up the tender flakey fish. It was smokier than Weiss expected, but... That did make sense.

"I- what about your meeting?" Weiss asked, unsure herself if she meant to get Blake to leave or to try and get her to stay.

"That can wait. For now, we have to focus on you. Make sure you're alright." Blake calmingly assured.

"Ah… I-"

"Shh, just eat." Blake offered another piece. "Here, I have some fruit in here too." She offered up something tropical and sweet. It was heaven on Weiss's tongue. Everything she'd ever wanted after the salty smoked fish.

"Thank…" Weiss began to drift off, further and further in a state of not quite asleep, but not very awake either.

"Good Kitten." Blake praised and continued to offer the heiress small morsels of food until Weiss seemed to have gotten a decent meal. When she was done, and Weiss had finished off the bottle of water- something Blake intentionally stretched out for about an hour to make sure Weiss didn't get sick, she returned the woman to her cage and left her alone in the room.

End of Chapter 7

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Chapter 8

CW: Numbing cream, attempted masturbation, minor self injury (but not with the intent to self harm)

As Weiss's body began to wake, so did her mind. She never really fell asleep, even if everything felt like a dream after Blake removed those soft fingers from between her legs. Blake had doted on her the way an owner would dote on a new pet with a hurt paw. The only part of Weiss that had been wounded was her pride. How in the world had she slipped so far? Let the faunus just toy with her like that. It made Weiss's blood boil… then again, maybe her blood was boiling for some other reason.

By the time Blake slipped her back into the cage and locked it back up before heading out, Weiss was just beginning to be able to move her hips. Toes began to reply to her around the same time, but as a whole, her legs remained rather obstinate. As control returned, so did the craving for release. Weiss's breaths turned heavy and sultry all over again as she pressed herself into the blankets that surrounded her in the cage. Soft, nice, it only left her skin feeling even hotter. She needed to… she needed it so badly. Some corner of her tried to protest against it. If she broke and fucked her fingers, it'd just be proof that she enjoyed all of what Blake had been doing to her. Though… she figured the wetness that coated Blake's fingers by the time she was finished made for just as evidential proof.

In the end, Weiss settled for the fact that Blake would almost certainly try that again. If she did, it'd be better to have gotten release first. Otherwise… Weiss didn't want to think of what would happen otherwise. Cumming at Blake's fingers would be… no! Don't think about it! Just! Just!

Weiss shook her head and buried her face against familiar sheets. She had to fight to spread her legs and maneuver her hand down, but before long, she found a favored position of hers. Normally she had a pillow to brace her face against and muffle any cries of pleasure that might interrupt or alert neighbors to her activities, but some blankets piled up would work just as well. Legs splayed out, carrying her weight with her knees and the cheek pressed into the blankets. Her breasts just gently grazed against the blankets under her with each subtle move, stimulating her nipples just enough to send the occasional shock of life down to her core.

She was wet, soaked, and needy. Certainly only because life had been so stressful and she'd not had time to take care of herself in far too long. That was the only reason! The only one! She had just been worked up for a while. That was the sole reasoning for the way her muscles spasmed with greedy anticipation.

Brothers, she needed it so bad as her fingers zeroed in on her slit. First, she felt her own wetness dripping down onto her fingers- only more evidence of her desperation. Then, the silky texture of her lips coated in wetness. The moment she touched it, she moaned; almost more as a preparation for pleasure than in reaction to anything. As Weiss pressed her fingers against herself, she pushed down her hips, but… something was wrong.

The heiress pulled her fingers back and then tried to touch herself again. Wet, slick, smooth. She could feel herself on her fingers… but… that was all she could feel. Frustrated and confused, Weiss pulled her fingers back again and tried to trace them up the inside of her leg. "Ahh!" She whined. Her whole body was so sensitive. Just touching the inside of her thigh made her walls clamp around nothing. Fingers tracked the rest of the way up until they hit her outer lips, then? Nothing. All she could feel was the heat radiating off of herself on her fingers. Nothing from the sensitive flesh itself. What the hell!? Since when did she! She'd been infuriatingly sensitive when Blake played with her, but now she could feel literally nothing.

"What the… the fuck!" Weiss complained and tried to look down to herself. Of course, she could see nothing. It was still pitch black in the room. "Why the!" Frustratedly, she turned over onto her back. Anxiously, Weiss pressed the flat of her palm against her pussy and tried to rub as hard as she could. Still nothing. How! Then… it clicked. Blake had spread something over her labia the last time she touched her. That foul bitch! What had she used? It left Weiss completely numb! The heiress whined and tried thrusting two fingers deep inside, but no, that didn't work either. She was painfully aware of how her lips stretched around the intrusion, she could feel the way her muscles relaxed to allow her fingers to slip in. But, that was all she could feel. Worse yet, she could feel her body reacting to it! But not a lick of any pleasure. Weiss wanted to scream! Who does that to someone!

Her body shook in the combination of preamble and rage. She just wanted to cum! To get any fucking release! Come on! Come on! Just cum! Panting in frustration, Weiss resorted to something profoundly stupid. She'd never tried to cum without direct stimulation- hell she was pretty sure she'd never cum without focusing on her clit before. But in a lust-addled fog and a lingering hangover, she tried something else. Weiss had heard some women could come from teasing other parts, their breasts, thighs, ass- she wouldn't try the last one. That was just gross! But, she could try the others. It seemed perfectly logical with how infuriating the sensation of her fingers on the inside of her thigh had been a moment prior.

Gentle, immaculately soft fingertips traced up and down the inside of Weiss's thighs in featherlight touches. She couldn't help the small strangled cries that slipped from her throat as she unintentionally tortured herself. She tried to ramp up the touching, to put more force in, or to try and move faster, but it was all diminishing returns. All she could do was work herself up worse. Even when the heiress turned to her breasts, she could barely get anywhere. Groping, grabbing, pinching, and flicking, she whined. It was phenomenal. It was not enough.

Blake pulled a coat over herself as she trudged down the streets of Menagerie towards the White Fang's old meeting hall. It may have been a tropical island, but it was winter, and Blake had been feeling a need to cover up a little more ever since her intentional and temporary captivity. Her fingers still smelled of Weiss's pussy as she tried to bush stray hair from her face. She'd spent far too long feeding and taking care of Weiss. She wasn't quite sure exactly how it'd happened either. Every step made perfect sense in theory. It was only fair. When Blake had been the one in captivity, Weiss made sure she ate well, and some portion of Blake demanded she return something akin to that level of kindness. Not that it mattered much, she'd needed to take care of the Schnee… even if she hated her. Hell, even if she still wanted to kill Weiss- something that felt less and less true with each moment seeing just how human the other woman was- It wasn't like she could actually do it. Like it or not, she, and the White Fang as a whole needed the heiress. So, just ignoring the heiress's needs were rather thoroughly off the table. But that didn't mean she needed to spend over an hour just caring for her after the beginning of her training.

Furthermore, she didn't need to take quite so long teasing the heiress. A half an hour would have served just as well, but, for some reason, she hadn't stopped until the literal last moment. Some part of her knew that if she hadn't given the Schnee a hard time at which she needed to leave, she might have ended up fucking the poor Kitten's hole however long it took to get her to beg. In all honestly, it was a saving grace that she'd said the deadline out loud. If not… she didn't want to think on how long she could have waisted just teasing the Schnee.

Blake tried to shake the thoughts from her head, but her mind just drifted back to both what she would do if Jacques didn't cave soon and the ethics of how she was doing it. She had many a plan in the making, and she'd been thinking up a litany more ever since Weiss mentioned her father not caring about her but primarily about optics. If it were true, there was quite the range to work with there. She'd really only been working at personal comeuppance; what she felt to be justice for almost being used as a private little sex toy. A little bit of justice felt right, especially if she had to deal with the pampered heiress until her father gave in.

Blake's mind had just begun to clear as she arrived. She'd not been to the unofficial official meeting hall of the White Fang in much longer than she cared to remember. Though, the memories she was reaching for weren't pleasant either. For all the bad of the SDC, they did successfully remove Adam from power… even if Blake wasn't sure he'd necessarily deserved death for his crimes.

It felt bittersweet to return. Some of her first memories of feeling home were in that building. Though… so were many other… dramatically less pleasant memories. A scowl and grimace weighing heavy on her face, Blake forced herself through the doors.

Ilia, Sun, Coco, Velvet, Neon, Jaune, and Marrow all stood around an otherwise mostly empty room. The tone was… something slightly beyond somber. It made plain sense. They were all reeling from the news. Both of Weiss and what her family had done. Blake tried to open her mouth, but she didn't really know what to say. They were all waiting for her. That much was clear from how they all looked to her with that impatient expression. She was an hour late, and she was the only one with knowledge on the state of the heiress.

"Is it true?" Coco coughed out without any warning.

Velvet clung to her girlfriend's hand, her ears drooping low.

"Did you really?" Jaune barked out, Morrow's tail curling around his waist as the oldest faunus amongst them scooched closer to his partner.

"We… took her?" Neon's head hung low and she stood idle on her skates.

"You didn't tell them?" Blake questioned Sun a little pointedly.

"You said it was your op." Sun shrugged, still gently nursing the welt that lingered on the side of his forehead.

"Neptune told you that?" Blake chuckled anxiously.

"He sent a Qrow."

"He's still on our side?" Blake questioned.

"After Clover?" Marrow huffed. "All he cares about is taking down the Atlas that let that happen."

Jaune gave a pained sigh and held his partner closer.

"So!" Coco insisted.

"Yes. She's back in my basement now."

"We really went through with it." Neon wasn't the only one of the group who seemed to have her eyes locked on the floor, but she did seem to be the one to do it with the most guilt.

"Kidnapped." Velvet put the word out there for the first time, all the while looking about as ok as Neon.

"So, what? Are we just forgetting about Sienna? Adam?" Ilia lashed out at the group's somber tone.

"All the faunus back in Atlas." Jaune echoed.

Neon winced. The point had clearly hit a sore note.

"Harriet." Morrow echoed with a voice on the verge of tears. Jaune wrapped his arms around the faunus, holding him tight.

"This is what we are now?" Velvet questioned of them all.

"This is what the White Fang has always been!" Blake snapped and attempted to ignore all the irony.

"It wasn't her idea." Ilia defended.

"No, it was the one of us with everything to lose."

"He loves you." Jaune and Coco answered in unison.

"He had the damn mercenary knock me out and ship me off without a care what I wanted!" Sun snapped.

"He loves you." The only two of the room that weren't faunus answered again with the same plain tone.

"You were the one who called me in!" Blake hissed.

"What did he say anyway?" Ilia tried to keep the meeting moving forward.

"Enough that Qrow complained about the weight of the paper on the flight out." Sun offered.

"What is there to say? It's only been two days!" Neon complained.

Jaune and Coco knew uniquely that the note probably consisted of two parts apology to one part politics updates.

"Here!" Blake pulled out Weiss's scroll and tossed it to Sun. "It's Weiss's, so it should be able to connect all over remnant. Ironwood has all his favorites connected, but-"

"I know!" Sun cut her off coldly.

"You're the only one with a partner on the mainland. You deserve it to talk to him alone, but, I'd appreciate it if you used it to keep us all updated too."

"What about my Flynt?"

"You can start calling him yours again when he stops fighting for the army enslaving us!" Ilia lashed out at the skater.

"He's not! That's not why… He's…" Neon's energy died and she slumped back down. "Whatever." She huffed.

"I'll see if Neptune can get into contact with him and if we can lend you our scrolls so you two can talk." Sun offered.

"Forget it." Neon forfeited.

"So?" Blake questioned.

"So what?" Sun returned.

"Has he heard it was us."

"Oh, he knows. He knows, and now there's an image of him on every screen of Atlas condemning the White Fang and all of faunus kind."

"Jacques does love to see his own face." Ilia snarked.

"So? Does he have a response?"

"Something along the lines of 'if the misguided terrorists think they can take down his great city with'-"

"I get the idea." Blake sighed.

"Yeah." Sun nodded.

"And what was Neptune's plan for when this happened?" Neon requested, still clearly less than approving of the whole operation.

"Do we have to go over this again? We went through this last week." Jaune shifted uncomfortably.

"She wasn't here last week babe." Marrow corrected in a soft whisper.

"Ah, crap, yeah, she was away getting Fiona out of Atlas last week." Jaune's shoulders fell somehow lower.

"So? Someone want to fill me in?"

For a while, no one answered. Everyone had been there for Neptune's big plan except Blake, Neon, and Coco, but none of them could bring themselves to say it.

"We do whatever it takes! That's what we do!" Blake answered when no one else would.

"Yeah… that's… pretty much what he said," Sun admitted.

"So what? We just start lopping off fingers and toes and escalate till maybe Jacques caves and starts petitioning to overturn laws?" Coco challenged in an overly sarcastic tone.

"Oh, yeah, cause giving the racists a martyr to rally behind has never been a bad idea in all of history." Morrow snarked.

"That's not quite the angle we were going for." Sun groaned.

"So? Then what is it?" Coco pushed.

"We'll play on the optics." Blake blindly answered.

"Did he tell you?" Neptune turned to Blake and made a face.

"No? Was that Neptune's plan too?"

"Yeah, generally try different things to embarrass the Schnees till Jacques caves or public opinion turns enough against him that it stops mattering."

"Yeah, that's great and all, but how?" Jaune questioned.

"That… is kind of the real question." Sun acknowledged where the plan began to either fall apart or at least ran out of map.

Blake simply nodded. "I know what to do."

End of Chapter 8

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Chapter 9

Cw: Edging, inability to orgasm, drugs, unintentional self harm/scratching

"No! No! No! Just! Just! Juuust!" Weiss whined out. She'd actually been crying, sobbing into a pillow for almost the whole hour Blake had been gone. It was entirely her own fault. Knowing that made it all worse. If she had just given up, she'd likely have been able to calm down quick enough. But, stubborn as always, Weiss found herself forging ahead against her wiser instincts. Not to mention… she was mind-numbingly horny and that didn't much help with making wise decisions. Her whole body hurt! She'd been stuck so so fucking close, on the edge of orgasm, just needing a slight extra bit to get there. She knew her body well enough- or at least she'd previously thought she did. Just the smallest touch to her clit and she could get there. Well, the smallest touch that she could feel at least. Even as she regained control of her legs and the rest of her body began to obey commands, she still couldn't feel even the slightest hint of pleasure on her drenched pussy. It was torture- self-inflicted or not, that's what it was.

In desperation, the heiress had begun clawing at herself with immaculately manicured nails- well, not so well manicured any longer. It was a desperate stretch, desperate and foolish one, but when she'd started, it felt phenomenal. The tease of sharp nails against her sensitive and heated flesh, still all charged up with all of Blake's teasing and her subsequent desperation for release. When she started teasing herself with them, she remembered screaming; thinking her relief was right there, if only she went just a little further.

It, inevitably, didn't help. Nothing helped, and stubborn as she was, Weiss continued full speed ahead into the sunken cost and all its fallacies. With how long she'd been desperately trying to finger herself, tease her thighs, pinch or massage her breasts, she figured she'd have to get there sooner or later. And… at the end of the day, her simply trying this in the first place was some sort of a concession to the bitch who'd kidnapped her. So, she'd have to get something from the concession. Successfully making herself cum would mean she'd be that bit sated and all the better to shrug off whatever Blake planned to do to her next! So! So she had to! It wasn't even up to her anymore! Weiss needed to keep going, to fight with her body to cum! She just! Needed to! It wasn't because of how painfully close she was at all.

"Come on! Come on! Just!" She cried out to herself, completely lost in the torture of it all. Weiss was so lost, still sobbing and dripping her desperation down onto her blankets that she didn't notice when the faunus return.

Blake mused, watching on with a wide smile on her face as Weiss continued her efforts. The heiress desperately thrust three fingers inside herself at a time, needily striving to feel anything. Blake would be lying if she tried to say she didn't delight in the sight of Weiss's wetness dribbling down her arm and the whines of pleasure slipping past her lips. It was hot. Weiss, though, to Blake, maybe one of the most horrible people in all of Remnant, was beautiful, and seeing her like that was… arousing to say the least.

The faunus tried to ignore the wetness that grew in her panties as she watched and enjoyed. But ignore it all she wanted, it was the truth. Weiss was beautiful, and seeing her like that did nothing in the slightest to hide it. Some corner of Blake's mind suggested removing some of her own clothes or at least slipping a hand down her pants and making the most of the moment, but that didn't quite feel right. The morals of this all continued to be an odd surprise to Blake with where she drew what lines and why.

Paralyzing the heiress with drugged dust just to tease her and get her all pent up? Completely moral and delightfully entertaining. Getting off to the results? Maybe just a half step too far. Gawking silently as the heiress strived and failed to pleasure herself in one of the most seductive sights of Blake's life? The perfect balance.

Weiss just kept going. Eventually, she gave up on even trying to get relief through the slight stretching sensation she could still feel through whatever Blake had used on her. Instead, she returned to scratching and teasing at the rest of her flesh. In working herself up so much, Weiss grew more and more primal in her attempts to get what she needed. A human could only take so much before they began to break, and Weiss had passed her snapping point quite a while ago.

Blake just found it hotter and hotter. The way Weiss fought with herself like a beast in heat- a wondrous idea she'd have to return to later if she could find the right tools. Well, Blake did find it increasingly hot until she caught the sight of Weiss's skin growing raw and the first scratch that drew blood.

Weiss still looked like she was having plenty of fun, but that was a breaking point for Blake. Her original intent with all this had been to humiliate Weiss, maybe, by the most gracious of stretches get a generalized justice by turning the tables. It had never been to hurt her. And with the adjusted goals in mind, this was only worse. They needed her healthy if everything else were to work- ok, maybe not healthy, but showing her off extra beaten or wounded wouldn't do a damn thing to help anyone!

"Stop that!" Blake snapped harsher than she intended, and with an anger she couldn't quite explain the origin of.

Weiss was too far gone. She couldn't hear the faunus. She just kept going, desperately trying to catch the wave just as it slipped back out and away from the shore.

"No! Stop that! I!" Blake broke from her tranced state, watching on at the beautiful heiress. She rushed to the cage and yanked it open just to pull Weiss free from it. "I! I told you to stop that! What the hell's wrong with you?!" Blake questioned with a heavy air of 'don't hurt yourself like that dumbass'!

Weiss was still actively crying and panting. The mass majority of her chest and thighs covered in red scratches and marks. "Clo! Clo! Close! Close! So close!" Weiss whined, so far out of it that her pride didn't even rear up its ugly head to protest her weakness. "Need! Need!" Eyes dilated and pupils blown. She'd actually worked herself up and edged to such a point that logical thought was a dream of a dream.

"I…" Blake sighed and frowned. This was her fault. She left too soon. She should have made sure the heiress was actually alright rather than just feeding her some fish and a bottle of water. If things ever came down to this again, she'd need to tie the heiress down or something else of the sort. Then again, just seeing the heiress's reaction to such a form of denial seemed like good reason not to subject her to it again. Especially with how everything else with the White Fang was developing.

Weiss's hands shot down to continue trying to get herself off, but Blake was quick to grab them and pin her down. "L! Let go!" Weiss tried to fight, but she was evidently exhausted by how weak her struggling was.

"Stop it!" Blake demanded.

"H! Hurts! Can't feel anything! But! Hurts…"

Blake sighed and looked away.

"L! Let go!" Weiss complained weakly, what energy she had plainly dying out as her body began to calm.

"Do you… want me to undo it?" Blake could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. She hadn't thought this through. It was one thing to tease Weiss as a fuck you, but now she had been watching and getting all worked up at the display, the idea of touching Weiss again felt different.

"U- u- undo?" Weiss questioned dumbly in an overly exhausted tone.

"The stuff I used on you. That- that made you numb and…" Blake sheepishly avoided saying anything more than she had to. "It's a dust infused cream. They made it for surgery in the battlefield. It is activated and deactivated by the same person's aura. Inestitizes whatever it coated completely." Blake explained.

"You- undo." Weiss's eyelids seemed to droop.

"Just… relax. I'll help." Blake offered- the most disturbing thing however was how she felt as she offered it. She… wanted to kiss the heiress. Where the hell had that come from? O- other than just how pitiful Weiss looked. Soft… needy… delicate with lips swollen from being bitten in pained ecstasy.

"Please!" Weiss whined, any memory of pride or reasoning long gone in lieu of her brain's insistence for release. "Help." She begged softly, eyes rolling back in their sockets as she pressed her chest up against Blake's. The other woman was so warm against her sore, abused, and aching nipples. The sensation threatened to destroy her.

Blake felt equally approaching destruction. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears. She kept trying to excuse it away as fury- another emotion the heiress all too easily brought out of her. "Just relax." Blake's voice trembled as a hand slipped down. "I'll make all the pain go away." That bitch! She just had to give the softest sweetest nod in response. How the hell was Blake supposed to be thinking straight when gay took over all her brain.

Weiss continued to fight rather limply as Blake moved both of the heiress's hands above her head so they could be pinned down with a single hand. She began to thrash and fight, ever weaker as Blake pinned her down. "I! It'll be alright! I'll… I'll help! Just! Just relax!" Blake grumbled frustratedly. Why did the dumb heiress need to fight her so much! Worse yet… why the hell was it kind of cute?

Weiss stilled a moment but continued to whine. "Just… like… breathe for a second or whatever," Blake instructed as she moved to place her freed hand on the heiress's sex. "I- I'm going to undo it now. Alright? No- no more hurting yourself like that dumbass!" Blake lashed the last bit out, more anger in her tone than she could account for.

The heiress seemed to understand Blake's words. She nodded softly in approval, and Blake began. Tenderly, Blake parted Weiss's folds with her fingers and initiated her aura. The heiress's reaction was instantaneous. Half-lidded eyes shot open as a cry ripped through her throat. "Shh, just relax… I'll do it." Blake assured at the feeling of Weiss fighting her grasp with renewed vigor.

"Need to! Need! Haaa~" Weiss's protest had a second wind for all of a moment, but as Blake's fingers stroked small gentle circles into her sex, those protests melted away with incredible speed.

"There, there you go." Blake soothed. A calm tone seemed to go notably far with the heiress, so Blake leaned into it, soothing sweetly with little noises and whispers. It felt wrong, inappropriate. This was not how a captor should treat her hostage, but it was working, and it wasn't like Blake despised those soft moans Weiss was making… Blake comforted herself with the promise that she'd just finish the girl off. That's all she'd do. She'd finish Weiss off, then throw her back in the cage to be dealt with another day. As soon as she finished, that was when she'd allow herself to take pleasure in something once more. This was not supposed to be pleasurable after all. It was work. Afterwards, that was when she could go and ride one of her own toys, fuck all those nonsensical thoughts from her head. The ones like that the heiress was 'so pretty like that', that she looked 'sweet and kissable' or gods forbid, that Weiss might have, 'delicious lips above and below, just waiting to be kissed and abused'.

"Isn't that better?" Blake found herself whispering the words gently into the shell of Weiss's ear as the heiress's voice cracked in a nice little crescendo.

Weiss tried to nod- at least- she thought she did? Things were so hard to decipher. Somewhere between torturing herself into a less than sentient state, the hangover that kept everything just a little fuzzy in her mind, and the bliss that was her denied orgasm finally being sated, Weiss lost track of everything else. Everything was foggy, and even when she woke up the next morning, it would continue to be like that when she tried to look back on it all. She was mildly confident that things went past that, that the faunus drug out a series of subsequent peaks till Weiss passed out. There were other odd memories. Ones Weiss felt almost certain were false or manufactured by her own lust. Memories of Blake kissing her and whispering sultry things into her ear. Overly peculiar yet, some of them almost seemed comforting in a way; particularly the oddest memory of Blake whispering 'Don't worry. Don't worry. No one else will hurt you. You're mine. Only I can hurt you now.'

End of Chapter 9

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Chapter 10

Weiss woke slowly the next day. Her body's craving for both the drugs and for release felt long gone. Though that desperation and haze was gone, Weiss couldn't much muster the energy to do anything but turn over and cuddle against a pillow. This one was foreign. Not from her bed. Blake must have slipped her an extra before the faunus called it a night.

Weiss couldn't help but allow her mind to drift to Blake. She was mad… furious at the faunus for… well for everything… but, her body seemed overly thankful if the delighted drowsiness that lingered in her bones was any measure. And… maybe a part of her mind felt appreciative of the extra pillow. Even if the case was a little scratchy for her tastes.

Again the heiress tried to just enjoy her morning. To just linger in that half-awake state, but her mind continued to slip back to the night prior and that faunus. Blake didn't have to help her… Weiss struggled to think of anyone else in her life who would have cared to actually stop her from scratching herself up like that… The reasons for the marks had been entirely different, but the last time she'd been caught marring herself, the only thing her father had to say was 'make sure that gets covered'. Sometimes Weiss liked to imagine he'd meant for her not to let her wounds get infected. All of the time, she knew the fables about Remnant's magical maidens carried infinitely more truth to them than the fiction she told herself about her father actually caring.

Blake actually seemed… hurt by the sight. That thought confused Weiss to no end. What the hell did the White Fang kidnapper give a shit if she hurt herself or not? Weiss shifted in her cage, trying to forget those thoughts and just go back to rest. With a groan, Weiss tried to move her pillow while pulling the blankets over herself, but when she tried to move her hands in different directions, neither went anywhere.

"Huh?" Weiss whimpered, her wrists hurting as she pulled harder. She'd been handcuffed again? A small movement of her hands again confirmed that. It was the same as earlier. "Damnit… cuffed me again." Weiss groaned and opened her eyes. She was shocked by what she saw- she was shocked she could see anything! The room wasn't overflowing with light, but it was lit more than well enough for the heiress who hadn't seen light in what she figured must have been at least three days.

The room she was in… she had to assume it was different because this one had a window. If the last room had one, it would have been a stunning job of covering it up to shut out all light. Judging by the sky, it was either just before sunrise or just after sunset. She could almost see stars in the sky. A beautiful sight Weiss had been deprived of completely through her life in Atlas. Barely raising her head, Weiss wanted to stare at those beautiful glimmering lights all night long, She wanted to, but the sight of a note caught her eye. It had been stuck to the top of the cage with a small piece of tape. "What the…" Weiss blinked slowly and reached up to pull down the note. The handwriting was pretty, well cared for; almost calligraphic in nature.

'Hey, sorry about the handcuffs again. I needed to sleep, and you looked like you needed it too. I just didn't want to risk you still being worked up in the night or having a nightmare and hurting yourself more. Speaking of which, there's ointment just outside your cage. I turned off the setting that shocks you when you touch the bars, so don't worry. Please take care of it (If you don't I will, and I presume you don't want my hands all over those places after today). I don't want it getting infected. I also left you more of the tilapia you liked and a bottle of water (those are inside your cage cause they are harder to lose) make sure to eat and drink slow. I need to get you a stable bowl we can keep full so you have a less sporadic diet. That's my bad, and I'm sorry about that. The point was never to starve or dehydrate you. Depending on when you wake, I'll already be gone or I'll be leaving soon. I have meetings today with the White Fang. I'll be back as soon as I can and we'll have plenty to talk of then. Between now and then, please don't be stupid. The collar might not shock you for touching the bars, but it will shock you if you try to leave the home.'

Be good my Kitten

-Blake B.

Weiss had no explanation nor defense for how the note made her feel. Particularly the bit of why she'd been handcuffed and Blake leaving her the ointment. It felt… well, whatever she felt, it was wrong. Weiss rolled her eyes. "I thought Stockholm took longer to kick in." She griped to herself. But all the complaining in the world couldn't change that she did appreciate the gestures.

As the heiress worked her way to sitting up in the cage, she could feel how sore her skin had become. Her thighs were the worst. It felt like someone had brought sandpaper to them for just enough time to make them bleed twice over. Everything felt scratchy and pained against them as she moved around. Her chest wasn't much better, her nipples were… almost battered by what Weiss had done to them in the hopes of getting off. They too were incredibly tender, but in all honesty, the tenderness on her breasts almost felt pleasant; like a reminder of pleasure's ghost. Weiss might even have pressed her arms against them for the soothing ache it brought to her. She'd need to enjoy these little things to get through her time as a White Fang captive.

A small smile on her face from the comfort of warmth against her sore breasts, Weiss fiddled around a little to find the food and water Blake left her. She was in fact hungry enough that she wanted to scarf it all down. But… as if to make a small concession to Blake; an acknowledgment of her appreciation for the faunus's help the night prior, Weiss took her time. Gently, she grazed over the fish. She was delighted to find there was some fruit in the bag too. Grapes this time, sweet and snappy, it tasted almost how the stars looked in the sky. Bright and shining; crisp. Weiss pulled a pillow up into her lap and curled against the cage's corner. Like that, she could pretend she was neither on Menagerie or back home at Atlas. She pretended she was away, some other island or isolated area; on a nice comfortable couch with a quaint meal, and the stars after a beautiful sunset.

Weiss hit the bottom of her package of food and then of her drink after an hour or so. The stars hadn't lost an ounce of their luster, but her neck had grown tired of looking up. Wanting to give her sore body a break, Weiss turned her attention to the small silver tin that presumably held the ointment. It took some finagling to get into the cage, but she got it through the bars.

She considered not applying it out of spite- or maybe out of a need to see how Blake might react. Would the faunus actually care if she didn't take care of it? Would Blake really do it herself? It was quite the thought, and Weiss wasn't sure what she actually wanted. Be obstinate and have the other woman touching her there all over again, or acquiesce and have that extra amount of agency. In the end, Weiss split the difference, caring for her thighs and thighs alone. This way she'd have her answer for what Blake might do, and she had the insulation of the faunus not touching her down there.

The abraded skin was sensitive. It hurt, but the ointment seemed to have a very mild anesthetizing quality. Nothing like that stuff Blake used on her pussy, but, enough that it soothed the angry red skin. After a while, Weiss felt exhaustion approaching back in. Her body was digesting, and she'd been through a lot. She figured she deserved a little more sleep- even if she didn't, it wasn't like there was much or anything else to do. She slipped back down and tried to think of nice things. Her bed back home… it was cold, lonesome, but it was nice… in that thousand thread count way. It had been nice when Blake shared the bed with her… almost like the sleepovers she'd heard of other girls having when she was a child- Jacques never was willing to have other kids over and he wasn't about to let an eight-year-old Weiss spend the night at someone else's home.

Sure the causes had been shit… in more ways than she had even known at the time… but it was nice, having someone else to share the Vacuo king bed with. But… the Blake she shared that bed with was a lie… a complete falsification- manufactured just to get Weiss to let her guard down. That sweet, kind, quiet Blake didn't really exist.

Weiss fluffed her pillow and did her best to get comfy despite the handcuffs. It was harder than it had been earlier. Knowing she was restrained made it all that much more agitating. "Damnit… just... gotta get comfortable t get back to sleep." Weiss grumbled under her breath.

"What? So bored that you need to sleep day and night?" Blake's voice questioned.

"Blake!" Weiss popped up from her spot, already seeming far more eager than she'd intended.

"Yeah, sorry I was out so long." Blake sighed. "Oh! You used the ointment? Good kitten." She perked.

"I- yeah." Weiss nodded and pulled the covers over her lower body.

"No… you didn't." Blake's face turned angry with judgment.

"What! Yes, I did!"

"No, you didn't! Your tits aren't shiny. They would have at least a slight gloss if you used the ointment."

Weiss flushed. "I- I used it on my legs… and that's where it was the worst." She looked away and pouted. It was hard to pretend she didn't appreciate someone keeping tabs on taking care of herself.

"Out!"

"What?"

"Get out!"

"I- the door's closed!"

"It's not locked. I set your collar to incapacitate if you tried to leave the house, so I could let you have free reign of the house while I was gone."

"What?" Weiss questioned dumbly.

"You needed to like be able to go to the bathroom and stuff." Blake shrugged. "I know you went last night and the night I healed you, but both of those were a bit ago now."

Weiss didn't remember either- a disturbing thought. But Blake had a point. She had to go. Would she be allowed to do it privately? Or would the faunus watch her? "May I?" Weiss turned around and tried to pinpoint where a bathroom might be.

"Course! I don't want to clean that shit up." Blake winced at the poor and unintentional pun.

"Where?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.

"Come on, I'll show you." Blake opened the door to the cage and guided Blake. It was just around the corner of a hallway. "Door stays cracked open so I know you can't lock it, and the window's locked from the outside, so don't even try it. I'll give you as much privacy as I can and sit down in the living room, but …" Blake pointed to her human and then her faunus ears. "Double the ears, double the hearing. Don't try anything or you'll regret it."

"And… these?" Weiss held up her cuffed hands.

"I'm only taking them off because I was planning to anyways."

"I- what about a bath? Can I take a-"

"No, not right now. Valiant effort tho. We'll talk about you getting a bath or shower after you're finished and we finish talking about everything else."

"Talk?" Weiss looked up to Blake as she unlocked the cuffs.

"You'll see. Go get your business done and I will be down there." Blake pointed to the living room before walking off in that direction.

Weiss was quick to relieve herself. When she was done, she gave herself the quickest clean she could at the sink. Not enough to get her into trouble with the faunus, but enough that she felt notably less disgusting. She emerged in the living room not too much later.

"Good, glad you didn't try and run off or anything," Blake noted and pointed towards a chair opposite the couch she was already sitting on. Weiss noticed Blake had a silver container similar to the ointment she'd left for her. Was she going to forcibly apply it? That was what the note threatened. Why the hell hadn't she just put it all on herself. This was stupid! So- so what if Blake actually cared about her tending to the wounds. This had been a stupid idea. "Gonna sit down?"

"Huh? I- oh! Ok." Weiss frowned, but sat. It'd be nice to sit in a real chair. "So? What'd you wanna talk about?" The chair was nice, but now, out of her cage, Weiss felt so so so much more aware of her nudity- of Blake's eyes prying on her. Gods! What an unpleasant feeling, Blake's eyes on her while she had nothing to cover up, nothing to protect herself. Her skin crawled at the sensation. First, she looked for something she could cover herself up with, a blanket or a throw or something, nothing. Then she settled for just holding her hands over herself.

"Embarrassed?"

"I! No! Just!"

"It's not like any of it's stuff I haven't seen."

"I!"

"I mean, I made you-"

"I know!"

"Several times."

"Shut up!"

"Wanna try that again, Kitten?" Blake challenged with the rise of an eyebrow.

"Yes! Shut the fuck up!" Weiss doubled down in an indignant tone.

"That's two." Blake murmured as if trying to keep a mental tally.

"What's two?" Weiss snapped.

"You'll know soon enough- or you won't and you'll have clothes and… well anything you want in the house really…" Blake considered for a moment. "Well, within reason."

Weiss's ears perked up at the ideation that she'd soon be allowed clothing.

"That got your attention, huh?"

"Of course I want clothes!"

"Hmm." Blake nodded patiently.

"So?"

"So what?"

"What do you want?" Weiss grunted and settled for pulling her knees up to her chest while angling away from Blake to cover her chest and not flash the faunus.

"What do I want?" Blake gave a coy smirk, pretending she didn't know full well what the heiress meant.

"I'm sure it's not going to be free? If it were, you'd already have given me a jacket at least."

Blake nodded. "Sharp little Kitten." She gave a smile, but Weiss's defensive glare pushed her to move on. "Yes, I've talked to the White Fang and we'd appreciate your help."

"My help? I'm sorry, you kidnap me, and now you want my help?" Weiss laughed. "No thank you, I think I'm fine going without!"

"Alright." Blake patted her hands on her lap and stood, not a single word of persuasion.

"What?" Weiss coughed. She'd been expecting something. If she was of that much use to them, then why would Blake be so eager to give up. And… it had to be something important? Right? Weiss couldn't imagine them turning to her for anything short of an absolute necessity.

"If you don't want to help, then you don't want to help. Some of the other White Fang members and I are working on your room's remodel right now. You go back to your cage and I'll come for you when I'm done."

"So what? If I helped you with… with whatever you wanted, you would have just let me have clothes again?" Weiss questioned anxiously.

"Yes, but that wasn't all. You'd have gotten a bathroom all to yourself, freedom to cook your own food, a bed. Like I said, anything within reason. I think I've told you before we can't really get fresh-caught tuna out here."

Out of the cage? Her own bed? "What do you want!" Weiss yelped.

"Hmm? Oh, no, the offer isn't available any longer. I'll ask you again next week."

"What? Why? What's the point of waiting- I-"

"Now go back to your cage and wait there. If you aren't in there when I return to work on your room, the collar will start to shock you."

"What did you want!" Weiss raised her voice.

"Kitten." Blake turned back to the heiress with a stern tone. "We can go for three, but I don't advise you racking up too many punishments before you even know of what they consist."

"I-" Weiss's broken tone reflected all of her fear. "Just… what did you want?"

"It would have started small, a small video criticizing the SDC. Shame really, we'll get what we want one way or another, and it might have been nice not to have to dote on you all week."

"Dote on me all week?" Weiss questioned.

"Shh, don't worry. You just get some more rest. You looked like you were trying to sleep when I walked in. Go take a nap, and I'll come for you in a little while."

Weiss felt livid. Her fists clenched and she wanted to scream. What right did the faunus have to sush her! She had reasonable questions! She just wanted to know what the hell was going on! What they wanted her to do!

A deep breath and Weiss's wisdom won out. She simply nodded and returned to her cage rather than getting shocked again. By the time Weiss returned to her cage, she felt like the epitome of an idiot. She hated the SDC almost as much as Blake… ok, maybe not quite as much, but still… she did hate it! The whole point of everything she'd done in the past seven years had been with the express goal of rising to fix things! Ok… maybe it hadn't started like that. Maybe she only wanted to impress her father by being able to take over the company at first, but more and more ever since Beacon's fall, as things grew worse for not just the faunus, but all of Atlas, Weiss really had wanted to change things at the SDC. If she'd complied, she might have actually been able to change things, even from all the way out here. Plus… clothes, freedom to shower, cook, and whatever else might have come with reign of the house might have been really nice- hell, maybe it could have turned her time captive on Menagerie as just a tropical vacation!

Briefly, Weiss considered asking or begging Blake for another chance, but pride helped dissuade her from that. Plus… it sounded like the same deal would be offered again in a week? She could make it that long… right?

End of Chapter 10

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Chapter 11

Content Warning: Light body modification (nonconsensual piercings), hinted panic attack, and drugs.

Weiss had no luck getting back to sleep. She just sat there and stewed, picking over every minute little aspect to why she either had or hadn't made the right choice. Her brain, as always, seemed uniquely capable of fixating on the worst things for long enough to diminish the poor heiress to a hyperventilating panic attack-ridden mess. Thankfully, Blake returned before that process got too far.

"Out. Now." Blake barked cold.

"B- Blake?" Weiss looked up from her spot in the cage.

"I said out!" Blake ordered again, as distant as she could.

"A- alright." Weiss shuttered. What was coming now? Was Blake mad that she wouldn't help? If so, what would that mean? Good idea to get out quick and avoid any surplus wrath for now.

"Better. Now… grab anything you like from your cage. I just finished a long day of setting the basement up for you. The cage is only for when you are particularly bad from now on."

"I- what? Really?" Weiss normally slept curled up into a ball anyways, but the idea of being allowed to sleep without the cage… to be able to spread out and stretch? It sounded delightful.

"Yes, but I warn you, it's not as nice a bed as your one back home. It's actually my old one."

"It's better than the cage." Weiss argued as she pulled out all her things from it.

"Glad you think so. Because if you are bad, you'll be going back inside it."

Weiss wanted to snap, but didn't quite feel like being thrown back inside the cage immediately.

"So, will you be good?" Blake questioned with a smirk.

Weiss's eyes shot wide. She shuffled her pillows and blankets over herself to cover her embarrassment.

"Will you?" Blake moved in closer and pulled Weiss's hair out from in front of her face. "Will you be good."

Weiss swallowed her pride and gave a minuscule nod.

"No, no, I want you to say it. Tell me you'll be a good Kitten."

Weiss gripped tight at the bedding. "I- I'll be good."

"No, no, the offer for just that is gone. I want you to hear you say you'll be a good Kitten."

Weiss opened her mouth with full intent to scream at the faunus, but Blake spoke first.

"Unless you'd rather admit to being my good Kitten?"

"I'll be a good Kitten! Alright! There! I'll be good!" Weiss's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Good Kitten." Blake praised with a wide smile. "Just remember you said you'd be good when the night gets tough, ok?"

Weiss forced herself to wear a straight face. Though it seemed impossible. Blake guided her through the home and down into a basement- evidently, the same one Weiss had been in prior. There were no windows, no way to let in light, and the one or two lights that the room did have now all seemed to be new additions. In one corner, a mattress placed on the ground; almost the way one would lay out a dog or cat bed. A moderate-sized armoire, but with a lock over it to make sure any clothes inside couldn't be accessed. A small kitchenette in another corner- though the cabinets all seemed to have locks on them, and so did the stove's burners. Next to the kitchen rested two bowls. One was already filled with the same fish Blake had been feeding Weiss for days, and the other seemed to be hooked up to a large jug of water, set to automatically refill as it was lapped up. Blake really was going to treat her completely like a cat. Thankfully, no litter box, but an unreasonable amount of care must have been put into the plumbing of the toilet inlaid with the ground in a corner of the room. She'd be able to keep clean, same as usual, but she'd have to do it in what she was pretty certain was the most embarrassing way possible. Fuck. She should have appreciated the privacy of the regular bathroom more when she got to use it.

Finally, and most peculiarly, there was a very odd chair. One Weiss had only ever seen at her ob-gyn. The stirrups were down, but it was clearly that type of a chair. By one of the arms rested a small table, similar to the ones she'd seen at her ob-gyn for holding the tools. What? Was Blake planning to give her a gyno? Weiss did not like the idea in the slightest.

Aside from all of that, there wasn't much to the room. Some fixture on the wall over by the bed, but that seemed to be everything. Weiss turned to Blake, then to the bed, then the peculiar chair, and back to Blake. She hoped her eyes could do the talking. If she spoke, she'd certainly end up saying something that would get her into trouble.

"What do you think of your new home?" Blake questioned openly, but moved on too quick for Weiss to actually answer. "It's not much… and it's got a lot less for when you're choosing not to comply, but it should be better than the cage- unless if you find yourself craving it back? Some pets can find the smaller spaces a little more comfortable-" Blake paused to enjoy the look of fury on Weiss's face. "You know what!" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "I'll have it brought back in here between the bed and your bowls. That way, if you ever need the safety of the cage, you can drag your blankets back in and feel all safe and comfy. Feel free to nest it up in there."

"You know I'm, not a real kitten, right?" Weiss leveled a displeased glare at Blake.

Blake just raised her eyebrows as she looked back to Weiss, practically taunting her to try and repeat herself.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed.

"Would you like me to walk you through everything? The room is pretty self-explanatory… well except for the chair, but that won't stick around. So don't worry about that."

"Am… I allowed to ask questions?" Weiss sheepishly inquired.

"Of course you can, but when I say it's time to stop, you need to be better about hearing it." Blake clicked her tongue again.

"I… why the locks on everything in the kitchen?"

"Because that is too hard to move in and out, and you don't have privileges for them." Blake answered cold. "So, you'll be eating what I give you and what is set out in your bowl.

"Because I didn't do whatever you wanted for the White Fang?"

Blake just nodded.

"What did you want me to do?"

"Aww, Kitten, I thought I told you, that offer passed. We can talk about it again in a week." Blake patted Weiss's head and ruffle her hair slightly.

The heiress gritted her teeth and did her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Blake for the condescending contact. "I- but-"

"You know, now that I've thought about it, this is probably for the best. This way, you'll know how things go when you say no." Blake pondered out loud. She was quick to spot Weiss's frustration, however. "It's alright Kitten. It's just a week, you'll have a chance to be good and help out next Sunday. If you are good, then I'll get all the locks taken off and you won't have any punishments." Blake paused. "Well… unless you do something stupid."

"Punishments?" Weiss choked out.

"Well, disobedience isn't free Kitten. Don't worry though. This week is nice and simple." Blake reached out to cup Weiss's face. Her palms were warm and comforting. Well, they were up until Blake moved her hands to pinch at the lobes of Weiss's ears and flick lightly at her earrings. "You're a very cute Kitten." Blake left the smallest scratch behind Weiss's ear before releasing.

"What… are these punishments?" Weiss made a show of pulling her face back the moment Blake released her.

"Ah, now, that's where the chair comes in!" Blake cheered. "So, go on, sit."

"What? The punishment is getting a gyno exam?"

"No, no, this one we'd even be able to do with you wearing clothes… though, if you don't change your mind next week that won't be quite as true." Blake assured.

"Wha- then what-" Weiss murmured.

"Oh, and everything not fit for a Kitten will be locked up of course. Aside from that, I'll come in and take care of you rather regularly. You'll see how that goes through the week. Though- of course, if you come to like me caring for you, I'll be more than happy to do it if you are good and choose to help out."

Weiss just clung tighter to her bedding and tried not to think too hard about what 'taking care of her' meant.

"Anyways! You wanted a bath, no? If you are ready, we can move onto your punishment, and afterwards, I'll clean you up in the bathroom at the end of the basement's hall."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, you'll see. Just plop down your bedding and get into the chair." Blake smiled.

Weiss began to shake. Fear threatened to take over. Fear of the unknown, of what could happen if she didn't give in? How poorly could this go? If she acted out, would Blake just find something worse to do to her? How long could that go on? How long could Weiss endure that? Would she break? What would that even mean?

"Shh." Blake interrupted the terrible spiral of Weiss's overzealous mind. "Shh, now kitten. Everything will be fine. Just a moment in my chair, then I'll wash you up, tend to those scratches of yours, and tuck you in for bed. Doesn't that sound nice Kitten?" Blake's hands soothed gently through Weiss's hair and down the sides of her face. It was far more calming than Blake had any right to be. Weiss could actually feel the fear of everything… well, no, it didn't disappear, but it did dull. The sharp cutting pain at her frail soul loosened just enough that Weiss felt she could breathe once more. "There, there, so much better. Just Shh." She calmed and leaned down to press a small kiss to Weiss's forehead.

"I-" Weiss choked.

"Shh, no, no more talking for the night. Just relax and it'll be alright."

Weiss had nothing to say, and if she did, fear would have kept her silent anyways.

"Here Kitten, I've got this. You just go sit down." Blake took the bedding away as gently as she could and placed it over the bed. She returned to see Weiss still standing there idle. "It's ok. Just breathe." Blake walked Weiss through the panic so she could escort her into the chair.

Weiss nodded, still a little stuck in herself, but beginning to emerge. She began to feel the world again as the sound of Blake unzipping the pouch on the table by the chair rang in her ear.

"It will hurt a little, but nothing extreme today, ok?" Blake warned as she set up and begun sterilizing her tools.

"What?"

"Just a couple new White Fang earings." Blake gave what would have otherwise been a comforting smile."

"Earrings?"

Blake nodded and held up two different types of earrings, one of the White Fang insignia and the other just a simple little 'WF'. I was thinking these…" She raised the symbol. "For your earlobe, and these…" She then showed the two letters. "Can go on the shell of your ear."

"I- wait, that's it? Ear piercings?" Weiss couldn't help but smile. Worry over nothing. She'd actually always wanted to get more than just her one, but Jacques never let her.

"Mhmm, I was going to save the shell for next week, but you wanted to be bad earlier." Blake nodded.

Weiss laid her head back on the chair and finally began to let some tension release. Sure, she should probably be mad, this was a violation of her body- though… honestly, she had wanted this since she was a little girl. Still! It was shitty to take away her choice! But… in comparison to Blake doing something else; giving her a pap smear or something? This almost felt fun.

"Told you it wouldn't be too bad." Blake leaned over to kiss Weiss's forehead. "You can even hold my hand if you need?"

"What! No!" Weiss huffed.

"You sure? The shell can kinda sting?"

"I'm fine." Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Ok, deep breath." "Deep breath." The first two were fine, both her ear lobes. If it hadn't been for what the logo meant, Weiss would have even liked the fierce but cute nature of them. Though, honestly, the sting caught her by surprise. Blake was quick and seemed efficient about it, quick to push the needle through and then to plug it with the earring. Maybe it was the recent lack of food, maybe that Weiss had just been through too much lately, it just felt like it was hitting on a raw nerve. "Deep breath." When the third piercing came, Weiss had already begun shaking. Her hands shot up to Blake's arm, holding it tight as she hooked in the ring adorned with the letters.

The heiress tried to hide any noises, to subdue any flicker of an expression of pain. She had a horrible poker face. Whines slipped through in between her face scrunching up horribly. Worse yet, she clung to Blake like she was the only thing that could keep her grounded.

"Shh." Blake calmed. She put down the needle for a moment to hold Weiss's hand. "We can take a moment."

"No, no. Last one… just get it over with." Weiss bit her lip and prayed for the next to be less painful than the last.

"You sure? They are worse when your ear is already swollen up. I'm sure you noticed with the last one."

Weiss bit her lip and nodded. "Just… do it."

"Alright. Deep breath." Weiss screamed softly as the last needle went through. Blake was quick to put in the ring and clean around the hole. "That's it. No more."

Weiss held to Blake's arm, pulling it in and hugging it with the strength of an anaconda.

"There you go, Kitten. You did so well."

Weiss whined weakly.

"It'll be ok. We can take a moment and when you're ready, I'll get started on the bath."

It took Weiss a while, but eventually, the pain had passed and been taken over by a dull ache. It wasn't pleasant, but her mind cleared enough to forcibly push away Blake's arm. She didn't need anyone to comfort her, and certainly not her captor! Blake again seemed overly caring as she tended to Weiss's ears and brought her to the bath. Once there, she took the helm of washing Weiss up.

Weiss promised herself that she'd fight next time; that she'd demand she could clean herself and that Blake doing it for her was stupid, but, Weiss was so tired. She doubted she could really keep her eyes open. Blake's hands massaged her gently as she was soaped up. Blake was even gentle around the scratches, extra careful not to hurt Weiss. It was… Weiss was frankly surprised she managed to stay awake long enough for the faunus to get her out and dry her off.

Blake escorted her all the way back to the basement's main room and then to the bed she'd set out for her.

"Hmm… tired."

"I know, you don't hide it well." Blake chuckled.

"I- uugh-" Weiss just whined.

"It's fine. Now, lay back. I need to treat those scratches." Form somewhere, Blake materialized another tin of ointment. "Spread your legs, and I'll try not to go anywhere I shouldn't."

Weiss blushed. She blushed and she thought back to the note. Blake really did just do this because she didn't want to see Weiss in pain. It was- it was such a novel idea. She didn't have time to think about whether she should obey or not, Blake was already parting her thighs and spreading the cooling ointment. It was more soothing than Weiss remembered. Maybe it had more of a pain relief compound? Maybe Blake's fingers were just more gentle than her own. It was hard to tell.

When she was done, Blake moved up to Weiss's chest. There it was so much harder to be appropriate. All of the scratches were over the heiress's breasts, covering them and particularly around the nipples. They must have been sensitive with how swollen they were- that seemed to be the case at least from the noises Weiss made as Blake finished up.

"Ok, that's all for tonight." Blake noted as she tucked Weiss into bed.

"Night night." Weiss curled up into a small ball to sleep, but as she tried to turn on her side, the new piercings stung something awful with the pressure of her head on them.

Blake hesitated for a moment. It was clear, but Weiss couldn't tell why. "What is it?" She questioned drowsily.

"I-... do you want… some more of that drug dust? It will make the pain easier? Heal your ears so you can sleep easier?"

"Dust?" Weiss's eyes opened a little at the memory. How delightful it had felt. That blissful high! Having nothing left in her head but floating in a beautiful nebula. She shifted her head and the new earrings hurt horribly. How could she ever sleep?

The ideation of sleeping on her back seemed to have slipped her mind entirely as she tried to figure out a way she could comfortably rest while saying no, but the answer was right there. "Y-yes please." She mumbled and opened her mouth.

"Of course Kitten. Any time." Blake produced the dust almost too fast- like she'd known what would be Weiss's answer. "You remember how to do it, right Kitten?" She brushed the hair out of Weiss's face with one hand as the other brought the treat to her lips.

"Mhmm." Weiss nodded and parted her lips. Some of her screamed that taking it was a horrible idea- she shouldn't dare take another dose… but her ears- hell her whole body hurt. It all hurt except for the sweet taste of it on her lips. The heiress's tongue flitted out, taking what seemed to be a noticeably smaller dose so she could crunch on it. She moaned the moment the release hit her. The fog coming in, washing away everything else and healing her. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the drug healed her soul- or whatever part of her had been waning in the wake of all her stress- not just the stress of the past couple days, but her whole life.

Weiss could hear Blake something in a calm droning voice; a light cadence that easily shot her off to sleep. She could hear Blake was saying something, but the contents seemed too far away and only slipping further with every word. That night, Weiss slept better than she had in years.

End of Chapter 11

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Chapter 12

Content Warning: Gag, heightened sensitivity.

The world was calm when the heiress woke. For just a moment, her world felt calm. She felt fuzzy, the first reminder that she'd been so weak to cave and accept the drug. Though… she felt more forgiving of herself for it. Maybe just because she was still basking in its effects and the consequences hadn't fully dawned on her, maybe just because she had gone through a lot, and she did deserve a break.

The drug had certainly been a break. A beautiful one; so much calm, serenity as she melted away into sleep and the faunus caressing her cheek. Weiss snuggled into her pillow and rejoiced in the memory's calming aura washing over her.

As she slowly woke, Weiss came to two conclusions. One, the bed Blake had given her was not as nice as her own back home, but that it was more than enough to give her a good night's sleep and even a delightful doze, snoozing along in a sleepy Sunday morning. Two, the drug's hangover barely constituted as such. Weiss had… well, she'd flirted with a relationship to alcohol akin to that of her mother. Hangovers were a violently disorienting thing where the cold world beat back in at her head and stomach for daring to try and escape to the chilliest warmth of a bottle. The drug's hangover was… just disorienting? No, that wasn't even the right word. Whatever it was, it wasn't unpleasant, it just left her feeling slow and complacent- something she was sure Blake had no qualms in subjecting her to. Frankly, it left Weiss baffled as to why Blake didn't keep her hopped up on it at all times. But, she was appreciative for not having her whole self simply annihilated with drugs, so Weiss didn't question too much.

Eventually, Weiss rolled from the bed and crawled over to her bowl. She was hungry and felt rather confident that Blake would leave something out for her. She was right of course. Today, Blake had left out a small portion of yogurt with fruit and granola sprinkled atop it. It actually looked like something Weiss would have spent far too much lien on as a breakfast back home. Balanced, tasty, and, frankly, it was pretty, and that often warranted charging a premium. She would have just been delighted to eat it; would have if she didn't realize quickly that a spoon was missing entirety. Blake expected her to eat out of the bowl, like a cat.

Weiss's ears burned in anger and embarrassment. Worse yet, she'd already begun to comply without meaning to. She'd literally crawled out of her bed to the food bowl. It made sense when she did it, rolling off the bed was easy. It was barely six inches off the ground and she was still tired. It would have been more effort to stand. And all that effort would have been wasted given how her bowl was screwed down to the floor.

Worse yet, Blake must have knowingly chosen a breakfast that would have been near impossible to eat by hand- certainly impossible to do so cleanly. Weiss was furious. She was furious, she was hungry, and her brain was too slowed to work through it all before the baser instinct of 'eat' won out. The yogurt was better than Weiss expected. It must have been cultured on the island with something different than Weiss was used to. Faintly sweet with the tang of whatever tropical fruit Blake had cubed up into it. Again, embarrassment burned in Weiss's face when she realized how she had to angle her ass up to eat. She'd be mortified if anyone ever saw- that had no right to make her shiver the way it did. Weiss tried to keep herself distracted with the taste on her tongue, but it only served to remind her how the yogurt inevitably got on her nose, chin, and cheek.

The heiress knew she should take her time, but she scarfed the food down anyways. She was hungry and she didn't want to risk being seen like this by-

"Aww~ I'm so glad my Kitten is being so good. Even without me having to tell you how to eat." Blake cheered from her position leaning against the doorframe without a door that led to Weiss's room.

Weiss whipped around, looking at the faunus with fury clear on her face. This was the last thing she wanted.

"Go slow tho. I'm sure my Kitten's not used to eating off the floor yet."

"I'm not a cat." Weiss leveled her glare and strived to subdue her tomato complexion. Of course, she failed horribly. Weiss could feel her pulse pounding harder. Blake had likely been watching from just after she began eating. With her luck, Blake probably had cameras or a sensor to tell her when the absolute most embarrassing time to come check up on her captive would be. It made Weiss furious, something that did nothing to abate the heat in her cheeks and ears.

"Course you aren't. You're still a new little Kitten." Blake mused.

"I'm not your fucking Kitten! I'm a hostage, nothing else."

"Aww, are you sure about that Kitten?" Blake pouted as she removed a scroll from her pocket.

Fear struck through Weiss. No! She didn't want to be shocked! Not again! It hurt and… and… Weiss's head felt fuzzy- assuredly from the adrenaline that came with such terror.

Blake's pout curved into a far too pleased smirk. "Plus, if you're not a Kitten, then why were you eating out of your bowl like such a good Kitten. A hostage would surely have eaten with her hands. Also, I've never seen a hostage swing her ass in the air like that happy with a new meal. But Kittens? They-" Blake stopped herself as she spotted Weiss fuming and turning back to the bowl.

Weiss knew she was making a mistake. The same way she had when her father ordered her not to test her semblance the first time she'd discovered it. It was just such a novel way to test her power against authority; she couldn't not. Before she knew it, she had locked eyes with Blake just so she could make a point of eating the fruit slices by hand. "Not... Your... Kitten." Weiss challenged.

"Ohh, I was so hoping you'd try that." Weiss expected a shock, she felt certain it'd come. She'd even prepared herself, braced for it. But then, Blake simply put the scroll away.

"W- what?" This felt horribly similar to how quickly Blake took to the answer of no for assisting the White Fang. If the two were anything alike, Weiss was already certain she was fucked.

Blake's smirk only grew as she approached the heiress and then knelt down right in front of her. "I said, I was hoping you'd try that." Blake chuckled dark and evil as she produced a napkin to wipe her Kitten's face clean. "Now, before we get started with your new punishment…" Blake licked the napkin and cleaned Weiss's face further. "Are you thirsty? You might have some trouble drinking for a while when I'm done."

"What are- what're you going to do?" Weiss stilled herself and fought trembling as best as she could.

"Well, You've proven that you can't always be free to use your hands. So, we're going to tie those up. But, I came in here to start you with some training too."

"Training?" Weiss gulped, the nebulous idea already building to something life endingly horrible in her mind.

"Yup. But don't worry. You'll like it; even if you won't admit it." Weiss's brows furrowed in fearful confusion. "Shh. It's alright to be scared. You'll see. Now, am I going to have to shock you to get you to keep still while I work, or will you be a good kitten?"

"I-" Weiss didn't want to be shocked… she really didn't want to be shocked.

"So, are you going to be a good Kitten?"

Weiss nodded.

"Come on now. You know what you have to say."

Weiss grumbled and looked away. "Are you really going to make me?" She would have just lashed out, punched Blake… but she'd already learned that wouldn't end well.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded. "A- actually…" Weiss's eyes shimmered with hope for just a moment. "I think you should say you'll be my good Kitten."

"No! No! I'm not saying that!" Weiss snapped before she could think better of it.

Blake's grin turned grim. Falling so fast, Blake's expression turned cold and distant. "Fine." Blake deadpanned. "I'll be back in a moment. Enjoy moving freely and eat or drink what you can. You won't be allowed to again till tomorrow at least." Dispassionate and cold, Blake released Weiss's face and walked off to leave the heiress alone.

Weiss's stomach turned on her in anxiety. She couldn't have eaten any more if she wanted. She also felt no desire at all to moving much at all. All she wanted was to hide away in a corner- maybe to wrap herself up in a comforting hoodie and hide away from the faunus's demanding gaze.

She'd actually ended up back in the bed, under her blankets, and packed in the corner of the room. She hid harder under the covers when she heard Blake's little click- the crisp sound of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. It left her on edge.

"It's alright. Come on out. Still nothing horrible. You might not love this first bit, but you'll get used to it. There needs to be consequences for your actions. How else will you learn to be my good Kitten." Blake gave a small pause as Weiss peeked her eyes out from under the covers. "Come on out, most of this will be soothing, I promise."

"Most?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded. "Now come on Kitten. I know you don't want to be shocked again."

Weiss forced herself out from under the covers and towards Blake before she got shocked and dragged out.

"Here, just lay down over my lap and I'll get started."

"Get started?" Weiss looked up to Blake.

"Oh! Brothers, yes, this first." Blake pulled out a ball gag from behind her. "Open up." Blake pulled down Weiss's chin. "This way you can't get yourself into too much more trouble."

Weiss was still too stunned to fight as the red rubber ball fitted itself into her mouth and Blake began to tighten the strap behind her head. Only after it was fastened did she realize how degrading it was. She was being gagged! Fucking gagged! What was next? A fucking muzzle ane a leash. Thank brothers she was gagged. If she hadn't been, she might have yelled that and given Blake some damned ideas.

Ok, maybe not thank brothers for being gagged, but still!. Weiss tried to wrestle it off, but Blake was quick to hold her hands down. "Hey! Hey! Shh!" Blake calmed- and far too effectively at that. "You were doing so well." She sighed. "Don't start fighting now. That was the worst part. Just breathe. I bet you'll love the rest… even the parts you will fight me over." Blake chuckled. "Are you sure you don't love your gag? You're very cute with it in."

Weiss shook her head as hard as she could.

"Aww, we can fix that. Now, left arm up, or get shocked."

Weiss groaned- a noise that almost came out as an unintentional growl due to the gag. She leveled a glare at Blake, but she complied rather than get herself in any deeper a hole.

Blake got to work quickly. First, she folded Weiss's arm over on itself before pulling out a ribbon. It was soft- silky against Weiss's skin as the faunus occasionally soothed a hand down her back. Every time Weiss tried to fight, Blake paused a moment to whisper a soft "Shh." Into her ear. It was… far more calming than it should have been. Before long, Blake finished tying up Weiss's left arm and moved on to her right, then proceeded to her legs.

Legs were far more embarrassing. Whereas the arms, Weiss felt actually mildly covered up during, when it came to her legs, it felt like all her intimacy was out and on display for the faunus as she had her legs bound tight.

When Blake finished, she stood from the bed and ushered Weiss to climb down from it and sit near her feet.

"Nuu!" Weiss mumbled through the gag and shook her head.

"Kitten! Come on. You were doing so well."

Weiss tried to fight her bindings, but she only seemed like a peeved pet stomping in frustration.

"Kitten." Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Weiss caved. She caved, but she soothed herself by refusing to look Blake in the eye as she moved to sit next to Blake's feet.

"Aww, such a good girl! So good for me!" Blake cooed. She knelt down to pet Weiss and scratch behind her ear. "I'm so proud of you! Why don't you walk around some and get used to it all? I'd rather you test it all out while I can watch over you and make sure you're ok."

Weiss grumbled, but… Blake had a point. If she ended up falling over and getting stuck or something, she'd rather it happen when Blake was there to help her up. Her elbows grew sore quickly. The ground was hard concrete and not kind to her joints. Though, aside from that, it wasn't too hard to move around. She wished her arms weren't doubled over tho. It'd make the whole position a little easier on her back and negate the pain on her elbows. When her arms were exhausted, she climbed back up onto the bed and did her best to hide under the blankets.

"Aww, Kitten tired?" Blake sat on the edge of the bed.

Weiss bit down on the rubber ball gag, doing her best to hide the rage at being treated like this.

"Well, if you aren't, I have a little something to tucker you out."

Weiss sat back on her legs and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Just sit there, I'm going to get prepared, and we will have some fun."

"Huh?" Weiss huffed.

"Shh, don't worry. This is going to be a daily treat from now on. As long as you aren't helping with the White Fang, we'll work on you being a goog Kitten, and then we will finish up with some playtime."

Playtime? Weiss turned her head and did her best to portray the question without words or her hands.

Blake didn't turn back to see what Weiss tried to ask though. Instead, she went to turn off the room's lights, and Weiss thought she might have left the room too- though, of that she couldn't be so sure. Either way, she knew Blake returned not much later by the feeling of the bed moving slightly and then the sound of the faunus clicking her tongue again.

"Alright, I'm back. Just come over here." Blake patted hands on her thighs to help orient Weiss.

"Waa?" Weiss mumbled.

"Shh. It's all alright. Just lay down over my lap again Kitten."

"Noo! K- tem!" Weiss huffed.

"Hey, hey, the point of the gag is to make sure you don't talk. Do we need to get you a bigger one?"

Weiss shook her head desperately.

"Good girl." Blake praised and as she helped Weiss over and onto her lap. "Ready?"

Weiss wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be ready for, but she could feel Blake doing something above her. Prepping some something or other. Maybe the sound of latex gloves being put on? But that sounded overly odd. Weiss just hoped it wouldn't be as mortifying as the fucking gag!

"Ok, now, tell me how this feels, alright Kitten?" Blake requested.

Weiss groaned and tried to look up to Blake with a 'what the fuck, I am still gagged' expression.

"Oh, yeah… uugh… we'll figure something out." Blake giggled. "You know, I bet your grunts and moans will be more honest than your words would have been anyway."

Weiss rolled her eyes and tried to relax, but the moment she felt the cold wet sensation on her spine just above where her back parted into her ass, she couldn't help but tense.

"Shh, it's alright. I know it's cold, but it should warm up in a moment." Blake comforted as two fingers worked the lotion into a small circle. She was right, it began to warm after a minute or two. But… after that… it wasn't just warm. It was… Weiss's body became…

What the hell? It was… when did she get a knot in her back? Had it been that tense before she was kidnapped? It had to be a knot- the touch of Blake's fingers working the lotion into her skin felt… it felt like a massage but better- like she'd had the tightest knot building there for years and only now was it beginning to come undone. "Ahh~" Weiss moaned into her gag. Brothers… it felt so nice. Sure, her masseuse back on Atlas drew out similar noises from her sometimes, but it was never so quick. Fuck, since when did the faunus have tense muscle vision atop night.

"That's it. Such a good Kitten. I told you you'd like it." Blake's free hand traced light fingers up and down Weiss's spine and sent shivers up and down her body.

Weiss's eyes quickly began to cross. It was… if it hadn't been so fantastic, it would have been too much. In no time, Weiss found herself moaning. She arched her back up and waved her ass into the touch. She was- she was- shattered moon in the sky, SHE WAS WET! Since when? When had her back been so sensitive, so easy to stimulate and- Weiss yelped as she realized the evidence of her embarrassment was dripping down the inside of her thigh. Why did that feel so good too?

"Now you're really getting into it, Kitten. That's my good girl." Blake pressed a little firmer on the spot, and everything only got stronger. "Do you want some more? I bet if I used enough more of this lotion, I could even make you cum without touching your drippy little pussy." Blake taunted, a finger dipping down to collect some of the wetness slipping down Weiss's thigh.

Weiss screamed into her gag. Blake! She should have known! Whatever Blake was using did this! It wasn't just a massage! It was another weird drugging! But this time it must have been some aphrodisiac sensitivity heightening lotion combo. She tried to stay angry, but as Blake placed her fingers back on the spot, every ideation of fighting just melted out of Weiss's mind. Fuck! She just might actually cum from it.

"If you're wondering. I just thought we could use a little helper after how long it took you to get close the first time we played. I just wanted to make sure you'd get to cum this time. No more getting all worked up and scratching yourself raw like that." Blake removed her fingers while she explained to ensure Weiss wasn't too fuck drunk to hear her.

Weiss just whined and pressed her ass back up. There would be time to be mad later, for now, she was painfully close- in the same way, that would drive her to scratching herself raw if that was what she had to do to get off.

"Aww, needy Kitten. I think we'll have a lot of fun with this lotion." Blake hummed, far too amused with herself. "You know, I may hate the SDC, but all that dust you've been having the faunus mine… it can do some pretty phenomenal things."

Weiss whined more demandingly and leaned against Blake. She needed to get off. Whatever Blake had been using on her, the effect seemed to be cumulative, and it had been building to quite the demanding ache.

"Fine fine, I'll give the impatient Kitten what she wants. But, I'm going to use even more down here." Blake clearly found the idea overly amusing as the lotion spurted out onto her gloved fingers. It was so much, she had to hold her hand in just such a way to prevent it from falling down. Blake began by spreading a good bit all around Weiss's labia, massaging that in, and then moving to her clit. That was how Weiss came the first time. She screamed into her gag, mind-melting out her ears as she convulsed in the hyperstimulated pleasure. She expected that to be all, but Blake didn't so much as pause.

The faunus only took the first of the heiress's climaxes as a sign that she should slip a finger in. With her thumb, Blake massaged more of the lotion into Weiuss's clit, forcing the orgasm to extend inhumanely long. All the while, she slipped her middle finger inside Weiss to give her walls something to convulse around. The heiress's greedy walls clamped hard around the finger, massaging the lotion into herself for the faunus. She had no moment to breathe, only minutes and minutes of orgasm and then another and another all lasting far longer than any of them had a right to.

By the time Blake slipped a second finger inside Weiss, the heiress had drool dribbling out of the gag and down her face with what must have been the most lewd expression ever. Eyes crossed, pure ecstasy filled her as Blake refused relief. The room spun and Weiss had no idea which way was up and which was down, but she did know the fingers fucking in and out of her owned her existence- at least for the time being. It was all she was; all she needed. It felt so good, and she needed more.

Weiss had not the foggiest clue how long the session had gone on for, only that when she was done, Blake removed the ball gag, cleaned her face, wiped down the mess that was her pussy and whole lower body for that matter. For a while after, Blake just held her. Maybe the faunus spoke, maybe she didn't. It all felt incredibly distant to Weiss like she had sunken somewhere else somewhere safe in Blake's warm arms.

In time, the haze of orgasm after orgasm faded, and Weiss had enough wherewithal to grunt something to Blake. It wasn't logical by any means, but it was an attempt at words… or at least at a sound.

"Hey Kitten. Did you have fun?" Though the room was dark, Weiss could somehow hear Blake's smile.

"Ahhh." Weiss groaned in a vague affirmative.

"Hungry?"

Weiss nodded.

"Thirsty too?"

Weiss nodded again.

"Here Kitten. I brought some treats for after when I got the lotion." Weiss could hear Blake opening a small sandwich baggie of some sort and she offered two crackers with peanut butter between them to Weiss. It was salty and sweet in the perfect way. I soothing treat that felt reminiscent of the 'junk food' her father claimed her friends ate during recess. It was comfort.

"Here, have some of this too Kitten." Blake pressed some water mixed with a tropical fruit juice of some sort. Maybe there was some coconut milk in there too? Weiss couldn't tell, but the drink matched perfectly with the crackers.

Blake continued feeding her and offering her the drink like that for a while. Eventually, Weiss shook her head to denote that she was full and layed down on the bed to signify it was time to sleep. She could fight and scream about it all in the morning. For now. She needed sleep.

End of Chapter 12

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Chapter 13

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Weiss felt like a brand new woman when she woke. She had never endured so many orgasms in a single day much less back to back. She wasn't very happy about being tied up how she was, but at least she was no longer gagged. In defense of the ribbons… they were pretty. Black silky ribbons wrapped her limbs over each other so if she cared to move, she'd have to do it on her elbows and knees.

The heiress was no complete stranger to being bound. It'd been a while because ever since her… off year, Weiss had been too busy to partake, but once upon a time, she was somewhat regular in finding someone around campus who would be willing to use her favorite handcuffs on her for the evening. Less than a fan of her arms, Weiss figured she might have thoroughly enjoyed the way her legs were tied up if she'd been able to experiment with it and a safe word. The black ribbon was so soft, tight around her flesh, but in a way she felt was empirically superior to both rope and her cuffs. Beyond that, it seemed sturdier than most rope. Sure, the tensile strength was probably lessor or similar to that of rope, but this didn't leave much wiggle room given its flat nature. Beyond that, it was frankly beautiful. The black silk ribbons sat neatly over each other all the way up and down her legs. She'd appreciated shibari and its aesthetic rather thoroughly for years, but maybe she had a new favorite? Then again… it was doubtful she'd find a way to enjoy it after she was freed.

Aside from all that, just as with the shibari she once thoroughly enjoyed- and despite all her better instincts! Weiss felt oddly secured by the bindings. It was even better with the blankets pulled over her and some pillows to snuggle up to. She laid in bed, just dozing, comforted and pleased with her first long lazy morning in years. She did need to enjoy the little things if she was to get through this after all.

In time, hunger dragged Weiss out from her comfortable snooze. She was slow as she sauntered over to her bowl, attempting to be easy on her elbows. Her bowl had been refilled with what seemed to be a nice little spinach chicken salad. It might not have been her go-to, but it was far from bad looking. It actually tasted pretty good too, Blake had added in some nice dressing Weiss couldn't quite put her paw on. Taste felt mildly irrelevant though being as it was an infuriating thing to try and eat out of a bowl. She gave up her attempts to eat the last bits from the bowl when she felt herself having to wave her ass up in the air to get at it. As if it wasn't enough reason to just be incredibly embarrassed, she found something about the cold air against her backside to be… more stimulating than it had any reason to be. That damned lotion hadn't worn off! Her pussy and that small spot on her back were both still… still… Weiss didn't even want to think about it! No! No! Just deny! There was no issue at all! She wasn't wet! She didn't crave for Blake to come back and tease at that spot at the base of her back! No! NO! She didn't want that!

Panting in frustration with her jumbled mind, Weiss quickly slurped up as much water as she could, and returned to bed. Back in bed, it was much easier to ignore whatever the hell was going on with her body. There, she could just pull the covers back over herself- even if she had to do it with her teeth- and return to another nice little cat nap.

Weiss repeated that cycle for the rest of the day. Sleep a while, get up, eat some of whatever Blake put out for her- it seemed to change every cycle or two so that Weiss's bowl was never empty- and go back to bed. It must have been an intentional effect of Blake's design. She'd devised the room and bound Weiss in such a way that there was little more to do than sleep and eat; more or less forcing Weiss to take her little cat naps and acquaint herself with how to walk around.

She couldn't quite tell how much time passed each time she slept. There was still no window in the room. The lights had been turned back on, but dimmed so she wasn't blind and could still sleep. All in all, things were calm, but boring. On the bright side, that meant Weiss wasn't being actively humiliated… though it also deprived her of the opportunity to scream at Blake for trying what she had. But… maybe that was a good thing. There was no way to know what punishments that type of lashing out would incur her. With that worry on her mind and a fearful little whimper on her lips, Weiss slipped back to sleep.

The Kitten to be didn't wake again until there was a hand on her shoulder, gently rousing her back to life. Intermittently, Blake whispered her familiar "Shh…" and those clicks of her tongue as she roused Weiss.

"Huh?" Weiss questioned drowsily, eyelids half-lidded.

"That's it, time to wake up Kitten."

"Wha-" Weiss immediately bit down and turned her face to the hand near resting on her shoulder from how her arms were doubled up over on themselves. Thank god, she hadn't been gagged again in her sleep!

"No, no, I won't use that again unless you act up. Your face is too pretty to take up with the gag all the time."

"I… thanks." Weiss grumbled.

"Good Kitten." Blake lit up all cheery and delighted.

"I'm n-" Weiss bit her tongue before she ended up right back in the gag she so loathed.

"Cleaver. You're catching on to the rules." Blake praised and soothed a hand down the side of Weiss's cheek.

Weiss groaned but said nothing more.

"And how are you doing with these?" Blake pulled at the ribbons wrapped around Weiss's arm.

Weiss glared up at the faunus. "I hate them. As if it isn't insulting enough, you put me in a concrete room and expect me to walk on my knees and elbows. Knees are one thing! But Elbows!"

"Alright. I'll find some fluffy rugs to put in here." Blake nodded.

"Whatever." Weiss just rolled her eyes before rolling over, turning so she faced the wall rather than her captor.

"Hey! Kitten! I'm trying to be nice."

"Nice? Nice! You are trying to be nice?" Weiss rose her voice but dialed it back before she got herself into too much trouble. "First off, don't pretend a damn rug will actually make it easier on my elbows. It'll only save them from getting any more cut up on the concrete." Weiss might have been being melodramatic. It wasn't like the concrete was overly coarse. But, she did have a point, after enough time, she would likely really hurt her elbows. "More importantly, nice would have at least included a warning yesterday."

Blake took a moment, sitting silently and Weiss thought the faunus was just planning a new punishment. Weiss jumped when a hand landed on her side, terror filling her. "Ok, if you prefer, I can try and fashion you some hand bindings with a cushion at the palm for paws rather than your elbows. If that's not enough, we'll get you knee pads. I think I still have some from when I played volleyball." She gently ran her hand up and down Weiss's side while keeping herself away from anywhere woefully inappropriate. "Either way, I'll have some time to find a fix because I came down here to take them off of you for today."

"You what?" Weiss rolled back over.

"Well, yeah. I don't need you wearing them twenty-four seven. Plus, too much might cut off circulation. So, we're giving you a day to stretch out and make sure you're doing fine. Tomorrow we'll put them back on. Well… something different now I guess, but, you get the idea."

"I- I- I don't have to wear them constantly?"

Blake just shook her head. "So, please don't give me a reason that I have to keep you tied up all the time."

"Ok." Weiss nodded.

"Good kitten, now give me your arm so I can start undoing it?"

Weiss resisted both the conflicting urges she felt- one pushing her to snap at the faunus, the other suggesting she should say thank you. Either way, she obeyed and offered up her arm.

Blake was quiet as she slowly unwrapped the ribbons. She said nothing even as she coiled the first back up and moved to Weiss's other arm. Before she moved to Weiss's legs though, she spoke back up. "What did you need a warning for?"

Weiss choked on air. She hadn't expected Blake to ask, moreover, she certainly hadn't expected Blake's tone to be almost… somber? "You- you don't know?"

"I just want to be sure." Blake looked down to her lap as she rolled back up the ribbon that had been around Weiss's arm.

"I! Well! First off! What… what the hell was that stuff you used on me? That! It! Felt! Well… you know full well what it did!"

Blake's brows knitted together but she didn't look up from her work. "You didn't like it?" She paused her work as silence took over the room. "You sounded like you liked it."

Weiss gritted her teeth. She was livid with Blake for pretending she didn't already know, but she incensed that Blake was fucking right. It'd felt so good. Just thinking about it had her core slickening again. God damn it! How long did the lotion last! Its effects had diminished significantly, but Weiss knew she still wasn't back to her usual self.

Blake looked back to Weiss, still awaiting a reply.

"Something feeling good is not equivalent to liking it." Weiss pouted. "I- I get it. You're… doing this all to embarrass me or whatever… but you could have told me what it would do first."

"If I told you, would you not have fought me? Gotten yourself in infinitely more trouble?" Blake began to fidget with the ribbons in her hands.

She was right. Weiss knew that much. But she didn't like it.

"I suppose I should tell you it's not going to stop. I'm going to keep using it on you."

Weiss couldn't manage the conflicting combination of emotions. Excitement! She'd feel fantastic again, so good, fucked out of her mind. Horror! Blake would be doing it.

"But the more I use it, the more you'll like it. You will only get more sensitive as we go. I figured it couldn't hurt to permanently help you be honest with yourself by modifying your sensitivity."

Weiss swallowed around her rapidly thickening tongue. "P- permanent?" She coaked out.

Blake frowned. "Can't you feel it? I know it's just a first application, but I know I used a lot of it." She seemed to await an answer for a moment, but when none came, she lowered the hand that rested on Weiss's side to caress on the spot at her back.

"Ahnn~" Weiss's soft lips parted as she moaned.

"See, I knew I used a lot… though, it's not been the full three days for it to level off, so that might still be a bit extra sensitive because it's still fresh." Blake cheered with a considerate expression.

Weiss glared daggers back at Blake. How dare she! That was! It simply wasn't fair! Blake couldn't just go touching that spot! Especially not now! Not when it was… brothers… it felt like caressing at her g spot out of nowhere.

"How are you doing with all the sensitivity by the way? Been having any fun?" Blake gave a cheeky little wink.

"I'm… I'm not such a slut that I can't go a day without playing with myself!" Weiss snapped, cheeks burning and body making its best protest against her argument.

"Ok then." Blake's expression turned devious. "We'll see if we can't fix that."

"Whatever. Just… leave and let me sleep!" Weiss made a show of turning back over in the bed so she no longer had to see Blake.

"Aww." Blake sighed and did something with the ribbons or something or some other, Weiss couldn't have cared less what the faunus did as long as she left and allowed her to go back to sleeping till her father caved and bought her back to avoid the shame. "Come on Kitten, don't be so mad. You're just too cute to just not play with."

Something in Weiss broke at that; she snapped and all the logic that held her and her pride back from getting her in infinite amounts more trouble broke for just a moment. She tossed back over and screamed "You can call me Kitten all you want, but I'm still a person, not some sexto- toaah~" In the midst of her screaming, Weiss was cut off by Blake boldly shoving two fingers directly into her mouth. Weiss could tell immediately. The fingers were coated in an incredibly thick layer of the same lotion Blake had used the day prior. It felt unmistakable. The slight cold that gave way to such warm pleasure. She tried to pull back, but Blake only pushed the fingers deeper in her mouth and even began to push the lotion down her throat. "Bwtch!" Weiss tried to bite, but found herself having trouble. Maybe it was a side effect of the lotion or something- either way, it was infuriating.

"Aww, there you go Kitten. Lick it all up. I bet it feels great." Blake moaned softly. "It actually is a really nice lotion, huh?" She wiggled her fingers, and for the first time, Weiss realized Blake wasn't wearing gloves this time. "Hope you like my fingers." Blake chuckled anxiously. "You got me all mad and impulsive. I forgot to wear a glove before I touched the stuff. Oh well, They'll be a lot more fun to use on you now." Her fingers plunged in and out of Weiss's throat, fucking her mouth. Weiss just hoped against hope that her pussy wasn't drooling as needily as her actual lips. Blake leaned in, fingers moving faster, gathering the abundance of lotion and forcing it back so that if Weiss wanted the height of pleasure from her mouth, she'd have to whoreishly deep throat whatever was fucking her there. With a low voice, a demanding whisper stole what focus Weiss could manage. "If you want to be all bad like that, we'll just have to give you something better to do with that mouth of yours." The rebel leader took one deep breath in and exhaled in a growl. "I'll adore showing you your place when I break out the strap and fuck your face and throat so hard you can't stand from all the orgasms."

Weiss panted, the rush of air through her nose and down her throat only serving to drive her mad that little bit faster. She couldn't help as she moaned onto the fingers. Worse yet, she couldn't stop herself when she began to suck the fingers down; hoping she could get them further down her throat and achieve what was already so close.

The heiress was completely oblivious when Blake's free hand-picked up both of hers and pinned them above her head. That, however, changed quickly when the faunus removed her fingers from Weiss's throat. "No! No! More! More! Close!" Weiss pleaded, tongue desperately rubbing the lotion into the roof of her mouth with the hope that she could tumble over.

"No." Blake growled. "You've been a bad Kitten. No free treats for that." She took the hand still coated in some lotion, but mostly Weiss's saliva and spread the mixture over Weiss's bare breasts.

Weiss whined. Even though most of it was still caught in her throat, it seemed to do just as well on her breasts. They'd already been rather sensitive, but the addition of the lotion only made it worse. She was close. Weiss clamped her thighs together and tried to get the relief she needed, but it wasn't enough. She needed Blake. She needed the faunus's fingers.

"I'm going to go wash off my hand now. You sit still till I get back, and I'll let you cum."

"Wash?" Weiss tried to speak and quickly learned that saying more than a sentence too fast like this might make her go mad.

"A little is fine, but I can't let myself end up a drippy mess every time I finger you from now on; if I wash my fingers off, it will help lessen the effects."

Weiss whined, too horny to put together the words to beg for Blake to do the same for her, but desperately trying to portray the wish with her eyes.

"Remember, stay still, or I won't let you cum." Blake threatened and stood from her spot on the bed next to Weiss.

Poor attempts at calculations flashed through Weiss's mind. Could she get there before Blake returned? If she could, then how bad would the punishment be? It felt so good and she was so close! Weiss wanted to cum! She needed to cum! Hands fidgeted anxiously and Weiss looked to Blake who washed her hands all too slowly at the kitchenette sink. "Blake! Blake! Please!" She found herself crying out and drowning in pleasure from it.

The faunus meticulously washed her hand, trying to get all of it off, all while fighting to ignore how it felt already. She'd been stupid, got angry, and made a mistake. But fuck it felt fantastic to shove her fingers down Weiss's tight little throat and watch the bitch moan on it. Breaths grew heavy as she wiped herself clean and imagined doing it all over again. The heiress's screams only made ignoring her own arousal all the harder. Blake managed to calm herself and quickly donned gloves to avoid the same mistake as she returned. "I'm so proud of you, such a good Kitten, you stayed still and didn't touch."

Weiss approached her breaking point as the faunus stood above her, demeaning her. Fuck! There was no right for it to be so hot! Her pussy dripped and she needed to touch! She needed to cum! She needed Blake.

It was clear to them both how desperate Weiss was; how far she must have been willing to debase herself just for a moment's worth of pleasure. They both knew, and Blake decided to be merciful rather than request anything more of the heiress. Instead, kind or no, Blake just sat down on the edge of the bed, took the lotion, filled her left palm with it, and began getting down to work. Weiss's legs were still bound and it made for a breathtaking sight as Blake forcibly parted them to reveal Weiss's drenched pussy. Weiss's legs reflexively tried to clench shut, but Blake was too strong.

Weiss thought she might begin to cry when she spotted Blake take a gob of the lotion in two fingers just to press it to her entrance. Was she not already defiled enough? Did the faunus need to ruin her further? Did it need to be so arousing an idea when amidst such a lust fogged moment? Weiss covered her eyes with her forearms as if that could hide her shame.

Blake took Weiss's trying to hide as a sign that she should truly begin. She took the excess of what she'd already spread across the Kitten's labia and quickly began working it inside. Weiss was sopping wet. The lotion only amplified that. Before long, Weiss was screaming. The lotion worked wonders and compounding its effects had her hips bucking onto Blake's fingers. It warmed and brought new life with it as it heightened Weiss's everything.

All it took was for Blake to curl her fingers, so she did. She did and the heiress broke. Biting back a sob, Weiss came. She was moderately sure she squirted for the first time of her life, but it was hard to tell with how she had already soaked the bedding under her. Eyes puffy and throat sore, she tried to look Blake in the eyes, but the faunus was busy scooping more of the lotion up from her left hand. "Wha- what're you~"

"Oh, that wasn't all Kitten. You're not done. We still have a new spot to work on." Blake pressed the two fingers against Weiss's unsuspecting asshole. "By the time I'm done with you, I'll probably have almost a dozen spots I can make you cum from with just a couple of small caresses. By then you'll be such a well-trained slut of a Kitten."

End of Chapter 13

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Chapter 14

Blake didn't relent till Weiss's ass had absorbed every last drop of the lotion. If Weiss had been together enough to realize it at the time, she would have caught the sound of Blake stifling her own orgasm into her elbow. The lotion really had affected her too. Maybe it wouldn't stay permanent with the same strength, but from now on, Blake would have to be careful to pace herself with that hand if she didn't want to get too worked up or even come apart herself.

As it was though, Weiss came apart far before Blake did. The faunus only pushed her farther and farther beyond any breaking point she had. Occasionally, as the lotion nearly ran dry, Blake used her other hand to tease at Weiss's dripping pussy. That was the worst part; worst by far. Evil and horrible, Weiss haded how even her own vagina wasn't as sensitive as the hole Blake had been smothering in the lotion. She remembered praying it just wouldn't stay that way… that she wouldn't have to resort to that for pleasure from now on.

Weiss remembered that after her last orgasm, she was once more brought into Blake's arms for gentle cuddles, reassurances, and a small session where Blake hand-fed her treats and gave her water again. This was the first time Weiss truly felt she needed it. Everything had been beyond too much, and the idea of being left alone in bed after it all was somehow worse than being held by even Blake. She remembered the faunus calmly shushing her and petting down her back, sending the heiress off to sleep with such a kind sweet voice.

When Weiss woke next, her every muscle was sore in the most glorious of ways. Climaxing so many times had truly exhausted her. She stretched out and quickly realized that Blake had removed the bindings on her legs somewhere amongst the night. It did afford her the ability to stand, but for whatever reason, Weiss simply rolled out of bed and made her way over to her bowl for a drink of water on her hands and knees. Blake had given her some dry cereal for breakfast today, and Weiss took a bite or two before returning to her bed.

There wasn't much else to do when it came to her days now. Though, Blake seemed more than eager to help with the elbows and knees thing. Maybe the faunus would be willing to help give her something to do with all this extra time if she was good? It felt like a double-edged sword of an idea. On the one side, maybe she'd get something to keep her busy, keep her mind going as she awaited her release. On the other, what would Blake want in return? What all would being good entail? Weiss felt sick… she felt sick, and worse, she felt the slightest tingle in her gut. Fuck! Did the lotion have a nice fucked side effect to keep her horny even the next day? Weiss rolled over, groaned, and did her best to ignore it.

Her best was not nearly enough! Weiss tried to satiate herself by rolling over and putting a pillow in between her legs- certainly a horrible idea! It only served to work her up further! Since when was she so fucking insatiable? The thought only brought back flashes of the previous night. Blake's fingers fucking in and out of her ass as she clamped around them, screaming in relief. It was so good… she could… she could try it again? Just a nice finger slipping in back there? She could suck on it, stick the finger in her mouth, moan round it and then tease her ass with it… it would feel so good but- No! No! Weiss needed to keep her wits about her! No fucking around just because she was a little horny! She'd tried that already, and it ended up with scratches covering her legs and breasts! No! She couldn't give in!

By some miracle, Weiss didn't give in. She managed to keep herself strong for the whole rest of the week. Even when Blake continued her training with the lotion. The faunus mostly focused on her pussy and breasts, along with the spot on her back, but she added in just behind Weiss's ears when Friday rolled around- or, at least what Weiss thought was probably Friday. It was hard to tell days without the sun or a clock. Blake followed through on her promises of knee pads and hand wraps for makeshift paws instead of using her elbows. It was kind of her- about as kind as a kidnapper could be at least.

Weiss wasn't sure if she should be happy or scared when Saturday rolled around- or at least, the day that was supposed to be Saturday. It must have been because Blake had alluded to Weiss getting to choose help the White Fang tomorrow before she left for the night. When she woke, she was already wet. It'd been a side effect of whatever lotion Blake had been using on her, and it'd only been getting worse. As with as she had done the rest of the week, Weiss ignored it. She trudged out of bed and snacked on her breakfast- yogurt again, but this time it had strawberries and blueberries with it.

As was often the case, by the time Weiss turned around, she saw the faunus standing there in the doorway and watching her- something much much worse now that Weiss was nearly always overly wet.

"You like your yogurts?"

"They are my favorite of the breakfasts… though, the omelet from Thursday was nice- if hard to eat." Weiss answered with a small shrug as she trotted back into the bed before making a small circle and sitting down.

"You seem to like your paws a lot better now." Blake pointed to the rough paws she'd fashioned with a pair of gloves, two stress balls, and, of course, some of her ribbon.

"Huh? Oh yeah! They're soft! The knee pads help a lot too!" Weiss popped up for a moment to paw at the ground with them both.

"I have some better paws coming in for you soon, but it is Menagerie, so shipping takes a while out here."

Weiss nodded and tried to hide how antsy she was. Blake's visits always ended in feeling really good, all cummed out, dripping and getting cuddled. Those were all things Weiss felt she needed after a morning of being good and not caving to her more carnal desires.

"And, how'd you sleep Kitten?" Blake stepped in closer.

"I've been sleeping really well." Weiss admitted.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it."

"And you?" Weiss asked in an almost cheery voice.

Blake frowned. "Long night. I had a lot to work on."

"Oh!" Weiss sat back on her heels and pouted. For a moment she considered asking what was wrong, but then she remembered, this woman was her captor! Not her friend! Being the only person she got to interact with didn't change that.

Blake flashed a forced but still half-hearted smile. "You look all excited this morning? Something up?"

Weiss pawed at the bed under her awkwardly. "I… it's Saturday now, right?"

Blake nodded.

"So… I can… I mean! I don't want to! But! I! If I help with whatever you want, I can have clothes, bathe myself, cook, all that, right?"

"That eager to help Kitten?"

"No! I just said! It's! No! I just! Want some modicum of freedom again." Weiss murmured. She already sounded like she was approaching her breaking point.

Blake just nodded limply. "Alright Kitten. Do you want to play before we talk about what I want of you, or after?"

"I- we still have to play even if I comply?"

"No." Blake shook her head. "Not if you don't want."

"I don't!" Weiss affirmed harshly.

Blake just stood there, staring the heiress down.

"So?" Weiss patted impatiently at the bedding with her paws.

"So what Kitten?"

"So! What do you want me to do?" Weiss huffed and looked away, doing her best to portray her distaste for it all.

Blake cracked the all too familiar grin that signed something stomach-churning was about to come for Weiss. "Nothing too extreme this time."

"You… you wanted me to say something criticizing the SDC, right?"

"Something like that." Blake nodded.

"I! I want to do it then!" Weiss yelped. "I want to do it, and I want to be able to walk around again! Eat a meal like a normal person! Give my body some damned relief from that lotion you use."

"I thought you liked the lotion? It always makes you cu-"

"I don't!" Weiss slammed her paws on the bed in frustration.

"You always seem to like it?" Blake shrugged and began to approach Weiss's bed.

"Well, I don't!" Weiss pressed again- though she was less than convincing. "I! But! What do you want me to say? Just that my dad's an abusive ass hat or something?"

"That's a bit much." Blake's brows furrowed. It was a good idea, it'd probably do a lot to sway public opinion once they got to that stage, but waiting on something so big would probably be best.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed and laid down in the shape of a small loaf on the bed.

"Shh." Blake soothed, reaching out and patting Weiss's head.

Weiss just glared back, but when Blake stopped, the glare only intensified.

Blake laughed and returned to petting Weiss's head. "Do you think you're ready?" She questioned softly and sat down.

"Of course! It's just saying shit about the SDC!" Weiss huffed with far more willingness than Blake ever expected.

Blake almost felt bad correcting the heiress. She seemed… well she seemed fucking excited- even though that couldn't be possible. But… Just criticizing the SDC wouldn't get everything they needed done. "It's not just that Kitten. There's a little more."

"More?" Weiss perked with a concerned look.

Blake nodded and hummed as her fingers played gently with Weiss's hair.

"Well! What more?"

"We have a whole script written up for you- outfit too."

"Aww! Clothes!" Weiss cooed dreamily.

"You want me to read it to you?" Blake offered, laying back on the bed and pulling out her scroll to read the script that she and some of the other White Fang members whose stomachs hadn't turned at the idea of what they were doing agreed on.

"Mhmm… sure." Weiss shrugged noncommittally.

"Ok, one sec." Blake flicked through her phone; an idea dawning on her. The two of them on the bed… they'd grown far more familiar than she'd ever actually anticipated. They actually would have looked like a couple relaxing in bed to anyone else. Her hand gently going through Weiss's hair, the heiress lackadaisical curled up into a loaf, and the two of them talking about some something or other. "H- here we go, found it." Blake forced herself from such peculiar thoughts before she started having any thoughts she shouldn't.

"Ok."

"I, Weiss Schnee- you of course-" Blake clarified. "Have been taken by the White Fang, and am happy to have been taken from my home at the SDC where they enslave and abuse innocent faunus. Ever since being taken, I've been being trained into their happy little kitten. I love it so much when they abuse my holes, and I can't wait to get to eat faunus pussy every day! Hehe, I'm a good little White Fang slut!" Blake finished and turned to the heiress who had pulled away from her hand. Weiss wore a horrid look of disgust. Blake had more or less expected that, but Weiss had been so receptive to the rest of her training that she almost hoped Weiss would leap at the chance to be tauntingly demeaned or just feign displeasure before going along with it. It was a foolish hope, but that didn't change that Blake really thought there was a chance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Weiss recoiled.

"Do you not think it would be enough to horrify your father and push him to free the faunus?" Blake sat up in the bed, pretending not to understand.

"It's I! I don't care! I won't say that! I'll never say that! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Too comfortable! Far too comfortable! That was what Weiss had become! Stupid! How the hell could she have slipped like that? Blake was just another demented White Fang member, nothing more!

Blake tilted her head and pouted. "So, you won't help us again this week?"

"Of course not, you bitch!" Weiss's eyes snapped wide the moment the words left her mouth. Once more, without thinking, she'd turned Blake down- but now she knew what the consequences were, she knew there was no walking it back. "No! No! No!"

"Alright. Alright." Blake held up her hands. "That's fine. I've grown to enjoy playing with you anyways." Again, the bitch cracked that sly smile. "Actually, I'm a little happy, this week's punishment is really fun."

"No! Blake! I! I'll do it! I-" Weiss rushed to plead.

"No, no, it's alright. I won't force you." Blake shook her head. "You just stay steady, I'll be back with the chair for your punishment and everything else I need for today."

"Punishment?" Weiss stilled in terror.

"Mhmm, and don't think I missed that foul mouth of yours Kitten. I think we should keep the gag in for the rest of the day unless you are eating or drinking." Blake patted her thighs and moved to leave the room.

"No! I! Fuck you! You can't do this! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Two." Blake denoted without so much as looking back to Weiss.

"No! Stop it! Stop fucking with me like this! I am not a toy! I am not a Kitten! I am Weiss Schnee!" Weiss grabbed the closest pillow and tossed it as hard at Blake as she could with the paws still on. "No!"

"That is the exact problem! You privileged little cunt!" Blake snapped, spinning around on her heels. "You! You fucking Schnees think the world needs to revolve around you! Well, you know what? Now you can have exactly what you want. You are mine now! My little Kitten who I can do whatever I want with! So, I'll enjoy breaking you, I will devote all my time to it and getting what the White Fang needs from you one way or another."

"I-" Weiss went to speak, but Blake cut her off.

"You're already at three. If you go any further, I'll really have to start getting creative with your punishments!"

"You're no better than the last leader of the White Fang." Weiss's voice was quiet, but her tone carried more pride than it had since she'd first been taken. "You're just like that bull bastard who raped that innocent SDC worker just because he could." She expected Blake to cut her off by now, she didn't think she'd get a quarter that far, but then she was still talking and she didn't know how to stop. "Not because she was actually in charge, not cause she'd actually done anything wrong herself, but because she wasn't a faunus; because she looked like the people doing horrible things and he could. So he did. And you are no better." Weiss was out of breath from how her heart pounded fearfully. She knew this wouldn't go unpunished. "You're just another monster; same as the rest of us."

Weiss had no way of knowing how deep her words could cut- the new leader's connection to the old. She certainly had no way of knowing how those specific words in that specific order could have formed the perfect storm to break what restraint Blake still held. "That's what you want? Then I'll be your monster." Blake answered calm and low, hair seeming to fall over her face and cover her eyes before she turned and left the room.

Weiss was fucked. She just didn't know exactly how yet.

End of Chapter 14

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Chapter 15

Weiss was shaking when Blake reapproached the room. She'd gone too far. Way too far! My the most conservative of counts, she was at four, but she had a feeling that her last outburst would be likely to earn her more than just one or two punishments. Stupid! Why the hell did she need to lash out like that? All her terror built up to her rushing off the bed to Blake to beg forgiveness- or, to mediate the punishments she'd receive at least. "I! Blake I- I didn't I'm so-"

"Shut up and get in your ass in the chair." Blake cut the heiress off and kicked the gyno chair on wheels off to the center of the room. There were some bags attached to it that Weiss hadn't seen the last time. That certainly couldn't be a good sign.

"I- alright" Weiss's head dropped in acceptance of whatever might be coming next. She made her way off to the chair as Blake pulled things down and got set up. Weiss tried to avert her eyes. Looking would only send her into another panic. She'd only just barely been avoiding a complete meltdown every day since the last time Blake broke the chair out. Slipping into another; now of all times certainly wouldn't end well being as it wasn't likely Blake would take the time to calm her again. Such kindnesses seemed like a thing of the past after her outburst.

When Weiss arrived at the chair on her hands and knees, she tried to hop up, to climb up the chair, but her legs were bound that day, and she was still wearing her paw mittens. Normally, she'd have been able to just pull herself up, but the paws held her back from being able to. Just when she was about to look up to Blake for help, the faunus grabbed her by her waist and effortlessly picked her up just to toss her down on the chair. It hurt and was rough in a way Blake had never been with her before. That felt… it hurt in a non-physical way Weiss wasn't expecting.

"Get ready." Blake warned coldly as she sterilized a new needle.

Weiss wondered why she hadn't yet been gagged, but she didn't dare ask. Instead, she just tried to steady herself by laying her arms on the rests of the chair.

Blake must have been eagerly awaiting that exact moment, for she was hasty to lift up straps from under the armrests and tie Weiss down. "Can't have you fighting me or moving around too much. I want my Kitten's piercings to be perfectly level and even.

Weiss bit her tongue and fought not to say anything spiteful. Questions were probably also a bad idea unless she wanted to anger Blake further- yeah, no questions. Silence was the much better choice.

"Deep breath, It'll make grabbing those tiny little titties of yours easier to grab."

"Hey!" Weiss glared. Sure, her breasts weren't huge… and even Winter overshadowed her by... several cup sizes… and so what if she often dreamt of suddenly getting a new growth spirt isolated to her chest. But! But she'd put a lot of work into being happy with what she had! Even if sometimes she wanted more. Blake had no right to criticize them! It didn't matter if she had the perfect breasts; sizeable but perky, firm… the perfect pillows to fall asleep against- something Weiss had learned through experience. I! Irregardless! She had no right!

"What!" Blake returned the look with a killing intensity.

Weiss went to open her mouth, but nothing came out.

"That's what I thought." Blake huffed and took the heiress's breast roughly in one hand. It felt better than it had any right to. That damned lotion! Blake had been using it on Weiss's chest more and more. Two more times in the past two days, and the combination and it being so recent left her weak to the assault. The poor heiress tried to subdue an obvious expression of pleasure growing on her face, but she knew she failed by the smirk Blake wore.

The evil, heinous, sadistic Owner pinched and pulled at Weiss's nipple, teasing it until Weiss couldn't help but moan. "Oh, sorry, gotta make sure it's ready to be pierced right; ensure it sets neat and right." She offered with a preformative pout. Weiss was rather certain that teasing her could do nothing to help the piercing set better, Blake only wanted to taunt and embarrass her.

Weiss just turned her nose up and looked away. "Just get it over wi-" She went ridged at the sensation of forceps holding her nipple tight and harshly.

"Take a deep breath, or don't. I don't much care anymore." Blake shrugged cold before simply shoving the needle through.

Weiss screamed and fought at the bindings that held her hands down. It hurt far more than she expected, and yet her traitorous twat still quivered greedily at the delicious painful sensation. The pain and quivering only reignited a moment later when Blake forced through a small little barbell. Weiss couldn't help but whimper and write in the chair.

"You like that? Desperate little slut." Blake taunted with a little huff as she took the still freshly pierced nipple between her fingers to pull and taunt at its cruelty.

"Blake! Blake! Stop! Oouch!" Weiss cried out, but the end sounded traitorously like a moan. "That! That hurts!" She protested breathless as slick dribbled down her cunt just to taunt her needy ass.

"Sure you're still too proud to declare your desperation to devour faunus pussy?" Blake gnashed and abused the injured breast further. She took it full in her palm, groping and squeezing just so Weiss thought she might lose herself; be it in pain or pleasure, neither of them could really tell.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Weiss cried for relief. It was too much, and worst of all, the sensation of her wetness teasing her newly sensitized hole refused to let her forget about the lingering arousal from denying her desires that morning. She- she was close! Blake'd touch hurt, but fuck it felt good too. She was about- about to cu~

"NO!" Blake snapped the word forcefully against Weiss's ear as she removed her hand.

"Ahh!" Weiss shuttered, still lingering so close to the edge! Just another touch! "Plea-"

"NO!" Blake ordered again. "So prideful; well, I'll disabuse you of that foolish fucking notion. I'll show you just what a craven little whore you are." She paused, taking a deep, sultry breath against Weiss's ear. "And if you try and resist, I'll just make sure you fall even further."

Weiss was still panting, lost in the taunt and her arousal when Blake took her other nipple and ruthlessly pierced it too. The heiress thought she would cum, but once more, Blake removed her hands entirely before she could. She fought with the chair, strived to free her hands to get the rest of the way there. She fought with all her might, but it was useless. The bindings were too tight, too strong. All she could do was try to press her thighs together, but even then, Blake just held them apart and seemed to delight in her agony. "Please! Please just let me-" Weiss begged.

"No!" Blake snatched the heiress's chin and held it painfully. "You are mine now, and you will only cum if I want you to."

Weiss gulped.

"Now, may I continue without your greedy little cunt trying to cum when it's not allowed? Or must I forcibly change your focus to something other than what a craven little slut you are?"

Weiss choked, unsure if Blake wanted a response or if she could actually manage one. Praying it would be enough, Weiss simply nodded and stopped trying to close her legs.

"Good Kitten." Blake huffed and turned her attention down to Weiss's pussy. The cruelty only ramped up from there. The faunus expected her to stave off a climax while she began to toy with her clit? How- how did Blake ever expect her to-

It was the terror of realization that pulled Weiss away from her impending orgasm. Blake pulled back her hood just to catch it with the forceps. That alone hurt well enough! The cold metal which had been a nice little taunt on her breasts felt cold and evil against her hood, but Weiss knew it was kind in comparison with what was yet to come. "No! Nononono! No! Don't! Not there, it's-" Weiss's head shot up, but Blake just held the sensitive flesh tighter with the metal contraption. It was more than enough to nail the heiress down to the table. "Please-"

"Shut up, or I'll pierce your actual clit too!"

Weiss gripped at the stress balls inside her makeshift paws, desperate to have something to keep her together as Blake prepared the needle.

"Deep breath." Blake offered with at least an iota of the care she usually had in the past- an improvement from the rest of the session, but still far from enough to actually put Weiss at ease.

Weiss screamed and sobbed as the sharp needle pressed through her hood. For a moment, she thought she'd die, but then the worst was over and all she could feel was blood rushing down to her pussy. With each thudding pulse, she thought it'd be enough to push her over, but she held back; she wasn't sure how, but she did. Even as Blake pushed the curved little barbell through the new hole and one end rested on the tip of her clit, somehow, Weiss restrained herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Blake carefully blotted around the three new piercings. It was too much; so much that it no longer mattered if most of it was pleasure or pain; whichever it was, Weiss couldn't even fucking tell any longer. All the poor heiress could do was try to breathe through the sensation.

"There." Blake pinched at both of Weiss's breasts in just such a way that felt manufactured to remind the heiress how small they were.

All Weiss could do was hiccup through heavy but erratic breaths.

"Bet that hurts, huh slut?" Blake grabbed the heiress's face by her chin again.

Weiss choked on another sob as she tried to nod.

"Have anything else you'd like to say?" Blake's grip tightened. "Any other maniacal dictators you'd like to liken me to?"

"No." Weiss coughed on her voice, hoarse from screaming.

"Have you learned your place?"

"Yes." Weiss whispered.

"Are you going to be a good Kitten now?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Much better." Blake visibly shivered at the title.

"P- please… I- it hurts…"

"Please what?!" Blake huffed.

"Piercings… hurt!"

Recognition flashed over Blake's face. "You want your drugs, you little addicted whore."

"Please." Weiss repeated, tears falling again.

"Say it."

"Say- what?"

"That you want your drugs and that you're a little addicted whore."

Weiss panted and kicked as best she could while tied up and tied down. "I- I- I'm an addicted whore and I want my drugs." The heiress sunk to a new low, and the shame of it was far from lost on her.

"Good girl." Blake offered and fished in one of her pockets for two of the dust crystals which she offered up to the heiress in quick succession.

It was at least half the relief Weiss had been searching for. The sweet crystalline structure that dissolved on her tongue so quickly after being bitten took all the pain away. It took all the pain, but left the pleasure- left it with nothing to be tempered by. The blissed-out nebula Weiss was accustomed to the drug being accompanied by instead became an insistent need. All she could feel was the new metal on her nipples and clit taunting her.

Immediately, what shattered remains of Weiss's mind there were focused on a single dilapidated thought; a hope really. Hope that it was over and she'd finally be allowed the rest of the relief she needed. But the poor heiress was barely even halfway done.

End of Chapter 15

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Chapter 16

Content Warning: No aftercare, more intense piercings, angry dom

Weiss couldn't manage to lift her head as the drug-filled her- or rather emptied her of pain so everything else she felt could take its place.

At the sight of Weiss beginning to slip away, Blake snatched the heiress by her hair and began to taunt her. "You like that, you like that slutty Kitten?"

"P- please." Weiss requested limply between blissed-out broken and needy whines.

"Please what Kitten?" Blake sang, delighting in the broken heiress begging; pride a distant memory.

"Please! I- horny! It- the piercings." Weiss tried to wiggle, to move, to buck her hips up and grind against Blake for that little bit her body needed.

"Is this what you want?" Blake grabbed Weiss's healed breast with one hand just to grope it greedily. "You want me to play with you? Or maybe I should start piercing you some more? You kept moaning and crying out every time?"

Weiss's breaths came faster and harder. She fought to hide just how weak she was to the singular hand taunting her breast.

"Aww, that is what you want? You like your new jewelry?" Blake mused and began to pull at the barbell pierced through Weiss's right nipple. "I got this set special. They're all black rather than the usual silver; to remind you…" She pulled so hard Weiss thought the piercing might rip through her poor abused nipple. At least it had healed enough from the dust that it wasn't still on an open wound. "You are mine." Blake released the piercing. Weiss threw herself back and shook on the chair. It was too much! The pain and release had her reeling just to come undone. She leaned back in to whisper into the heiress's ear. "Even if you go home, even if you find some magic combination of dust to undo everything I do to you. You'll still know. You are, were, and always will be… mine." Blake placed both hands on Weiss's breasts to massage them slow and gently. "Do you hear me? No matter where you go or how long its been. You will still be my slutty Kitten, just desperate for my attention; my fingers to cum on like the little whore you are."

"Yes." Weiss coughed out. She had no idea where that had come from. No logical reason for why she'd say it, but there she was, the affirmation still hot on her lips.

"Much better." Blake huffed. She pulled back and slapped both of Weiss's breasts roughly with either hand. It sent the poor kitten reeling; near whining and begging.

"P- please! Need-" Weiss panted only to have Blake's gaze cut her off once more.

"The only thing you need is obedience and manners!" Blake hissed and slammed the palm of her hand down on Weiss's wetness.

The heiress's toes curled and she thought she might snap in half if her body grew any tenser with all the sexual energy thudding through her. It was another minute of her just reeling as Blake stood expectantly staring. Pain lent Weiss some clarity, but it felt clear that the drug would anesthetize her of that soon and rob her of what clarity she had. "I- I-" She whimpered broken.

"You what!"

Weiss hiccuped a sob before going silent and trying to close her weary legs. Blake allowed her to close them as best she could because it seemed more like a submissive gesture rather than a greedy attempt at pleasure. "Y- yes Miss." Weiss nodded shamefully.

"Good girl." Blake softened slightly- though, she clearly pulled herself back to her cold anger after a moment. "You… you're done for today." She huffed cold. "I don't care to have to see you any longer." Blake turned to the underside of the chair and pulled something out from it.

Weiss still felt lost in the drug's bliss, but at least her arousal was beginning to ebb from something that demanded attention lest she fall apart completely to just a high intensity arousal. Because of how out of it she still was, Weiss missed it as Blake prepared the tool and found the right tightnesses and settings. Weiss only grew aware that Blake had turned any attention back to her by the feeling of cold metal brushing against the side of her foot.

"What's?" Weiss drowsily questioned, her head falling over to one side as she tried to raise it.

"Something to make sure you'll be good… and that you'll learn your lesson." Blake answered as the cold traveled up Weiss's legs.

"I- bu-" The drug seemed to take hold again and Weiss failed to make herself care about anything again. All she could really think about was that it'd be nice to be held and hand-fed by the faunus when they were done. It was not exactly what her body craved- that craved to be fucked raw till her voice was too raw to scream. But it was what her dazed mind craved. It was rare that Weiss let herself admit she enjoyed that comfort; the feeling of Blake holding her gently and soothing her after a rough session. But with all her inhibitions broken down? There was no part of Weiss to say she shouldn't enjoy or crave to be pampered and cared for so softly. It was so nice. Weiss only wondered what treats Blake might feed her this time around.

Still lost in soft fantasy, Weiss didn't even notice as Blake moved her hips and pressed the lock closed on the cold metal.

"There!" Blake huffed and snapped open the restraints that had been keeping Weiss in place. "I'm done with you for the day; but I'm leaving the damn gloves and bindings on. We can't have you getting any release- and if you get too close, the collar will shock you." Blake warned as if she didn't actually care. In the moment, she didn't care, but in the past, she'd promised herself that she would never deny Weiss release while her hands and legs were unbound again. She hated seeing the poor creature hurting and it stuck with her, even when Blake was still dealing with who Weiss had likened her to. She knew she should stay- that she should do at least something to take care of the heiress, but the idea of sticking in Weiss's presence sickened her more than she felt she could handle; certainly too much to earnestly care for Weiss.

"Huh?" Weiss blinked soft and slow as her arms languidly pulled back into herself.

"Goodnight." Blake carelessly threw an arm up in the air as a goodbye, She walked out the door and closed it behind her, only to hear the heiress falling off the chair in a messy clamber to bolt into the door with a thud. Blake stepped back, and she could swear she even heard the sound of Weiss's Kitten paws scratching at the door- but not begging to be let out, begging for Blake to come back. It almost worked too. Blake almost opened the door back up, but then she remembered. She remembered what Weiss said about Adam, all the things he'd done; she remembered that the Kitten scratching at the door wasn't just the soft, cute, and loveable kitten, she was also the bitch that humored and enabled the enslavement of all the faunus back on Atlas. She couldn't go back, not today at least. But she assured herself she'd be more humane tomorrow when she went back. That she'd not punish her sweet Kitten for the heiress's mistakes.

What! No! Where had she gone! Where's Blake? No! Something was wrong! That's not how these sessions go! It's certainly not how they end! Weiss was so out of it, she tried to hop down from the chair and down to her feet. They were still tied, so she succeeded in over-rotating and landing in a nice neat little belly flop- at least Blake had gotten that carpet it. Shag and fluffy. Owner was so kind! Caring! Soft! She took Kitten through all the overwhelming feelings of the sessions and soothed her till she was full and tired. So! So why wasn't Owner there! Where! Where was she going! And! And the door was closing! No! No! Owner!

Weiss whined and scrambled to the door on her hands and knees so fast that when she arrived, she couldn't help but simply crash into it. No! Owner! No words left Weiss's mouth. She just pressed herself against the door as if she could push it open or break it down that way. No words, but a soft whine did slip past her throat as paws reached up and scratched at the door. Weiss could still hear Blake breathing on the other side! So! So why hadn't she come back! Owner was right there! It was time for cuddles and snacks! That's what they did! So! So why… Weiss's heart sank and she laid down against the door, just waiting for her Owner to return. Owner would be back any moment now. She was surely just getting a treat. It'd all be alright. Owner would be back.

But Blake didn't come back. She stayed away the rest of the day, and didn't even come in to refill Weiss's bowl when she emptied it. Kitten couldn't comprehend why Owner returned, but when the drug began to wear off, and Weiss had control of her head once more rather than her instincts, she knew. She knew it had all been a way for the faunus to toy with her, to leave her needy, broken, and craving for all forms of Blake's touch, calming or sensual. It was disgusting and Weiss found it abhorrent! Incredibly abhorrent… abhorrent because it worked.

By the time morning came once more, Weiss was in full control and spent all of her time livid and or sleeping. It was all there was to do in the room with her hands still tied up in the mits. If only she was able to get them off, then she would be able to fidget around with the chair and the tools left behind on it. But, no. She couldn't, and they would have been of no use anyways. Blake likely had a camera set up in her room and there was the shock collar.

Exasperated by it all, and with boiling blood, Weiss punished the bedding. It did something to relieve her tension, so she did it again, and again, and again, until she was all but clawing at it- just like a poorly behaved kitten. Though, she didn't really notice that. What Weiss did notice, however, was how getting her blood to flow felt. Gods it was nice. It had her pulse thudding in her labia and nipples. She wasn't sure, But Weiss thought she could almost feel it in her ass and the spot on her back Blake had paid particular attention to with the lotion. That blasted lotion! It had Weiss's arousal going from just the slightest exertion… and it felt good.

Weiss hid herself under the covers of her bed and tried to push off the metallic belt that covered her need. She hadn't recognized it at first, but as Weiss's head cleared, she realized it was a chastity belt, designed to prevent her from relieving herself. Blake must plan to use this as a new form of torture for her. Delightful. Because preventing her from orgasming had gone so well the first time!

Weiss felt sick. She felt sick, and it wasn't just from how the belt dug into her belly when she tried to force it off- it wouldn't be coming off, only a minute's worth of fidgeting told her that, but Weiss still tried anyway. Metal dug into her sides, skin quickly being rubbed raw in ways it wouldn't otherwise. Weiss whined and pounded her fists on the bed. Damn bitch! She did all that, just edged her, belted her up, and didn't even hold her after… Weiss hated how much she wanted that. It was sick. She wanted her captor's affection.

The heiress shivered and settled herself to putting a stop to it all as soon as possible. Just… as soon as she figured a way to get off with the cage still on…

End of Chapter 16

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Chapter 17

Content Warning: Edging, chastity, body writing, sensory deprivation, lack of aftercare

Weiss had no success in getting off. The closest she came was rubbing her breasts with the paws, but before long, the collar started administering small warning shocks. At that, she stopped. Not just because she feared a bigger, much more painful shock, but because once when she was younger she saw a movie that involved a woman masturbating with a shocking wand to dissuade her from the act- in the end, all it seemed to do for the fictitious woman was give her an electric play kink. Weiss did not need to be changed in any more ways than she already was! All she could do was lay in bed and try to ignore the way her body craved relief and her mind craved comfort. Blake's arms would have easily soothed her to sleep… but the bitch ran off on her… left her alone… cold… Just like back home.

The heiress was plagued with nightmares when she finally got to sleep, Plagued with nightmares, and not a single one involved the dark-haired faunus. All Whitley, Jacques, and the empty shadow left by Winter. When she woke, Weiss felt freezing though covered in sweat. A quick check confirmed that Blake had been back in the room during Weiss's slumber. The chair was gone and her bowl had been refilled. It looked particularly nice, like the faunus had spent extra time putting it all together. The same yogurt, but with more fruit than usual, granola, and two or three different vibrantly colored drizzles of something that looked tangy and sweet. Across the bowl, three pieces of bacon had been laid neatly. It all looked good and smelled better. She'd not had bacon in years. It was fatty and she needed to keep up her figure; the perfect silhouette for the SDC. That idea felt… ridiculous and a half with her hands tied up in paws and calves bound to her thighs.

Tentatively, Weiss took one bite. It was savory, salty in the best way. She just wanted more. Thankfully, she had more. Two more pieces. It was some fraction of what she needed the night before. Comfort. Weiss continued with the rest of her breakfast and found herself drowsy again. Drowsy and craving warm arms to fall asleep onto. An iota of comfort, and she was slipping again! No! Weiss had to stay firm! Resist everything from that damn faunus! No more! No more! "No more!" The chant in her mind grew loud enough it slipped out as a whisper.

"No more what?" Blake questioned from her perch in the doorway. The cold anger she had from the day prior was gone. If Weiss didn't know better, she'd have questioned if this was the same Blake? The same woman who had been so cold, cruel, icy the night before? Could she really already be back to being so cheery?

"N! Nothing!" Weiss huffed.

Blake pouted that sickening little 'poor disobedient Kitten' pout.

"What do you want!" Weiss barked out and crawled back into her bed.

"Oh? Someone woke up all cranky today."

"I'm not cranky!" Weiss glared.

"You sure?" Blake looked down to Weiss with what the fledgling Kitten was sure must simply have been faux care.

"I'm perfectly sure!" Weiss steamed. She wanted to snap, to say something cold, harsh, or even just to address how mad she was about the previous night; how wrong it felt to be wound up like that and not even gently let down with the usual comfort. It would have been one thing if Blake hadn't taught her to expect that comfort, but every time prior! Since the first time Blake laid hands on her, there was only one constant; that comfort, the reassurance. Weiss felt sick. She felt sick and she was moderately sure that Blake could tell from how the faunus's chipper expression sunk.

"Aww, don't be so sad just because I put that belt on you. I'm here to let you out for a while! So be happy! Come on now Kitten! I wanna see a smile!" Blake tried in her cheery tone, but it didn't sound nearly as convincing.

"I don't care about the belt! Just you continuing to be gross and kinky." Weiss pawed around at her bedding, trying to make a nice little nook to curl up in.

"Merow." Blake mimicked an angry cat noize. "You really are a cranky Kitty today, huh?"

"Just shut up and leave me alone."

"Aww, Kitten, did you forget, you didn't help me yesterday, and now we still have your training sessions to do every day."

"Fine then!" Weiss snapped. "Just get going and get it over with already!"

Blake's pout only grew more melodramatic.

"Well! Are you going to do it or no!" Weiss yelled

"I have an idea; something to help get you more used to the new role you have now as my Kitten." Blake lit up just a little, bouncing on her feet before she ran off.

"Huh? What? New… uugh whatever." Weiss rolled her eyes and just laid down with the hope to fall asleep before Blake returned. That hope, of course, didn't come to fruition. Before she knew it, Blake was back and sitting on the bed. She quickly pulled Weiss over her lap.

"What do you want?" Weiss lashed out as soon as her eyes reopened.

"I want you to relax and stop being such a petulant Kitten."

"Then just let me go! I promise I'll wear a nice little smile!"

"No, no. We both know that's not how this works. Sorry Kitten." Blake pet down Weiss's back, but the Kitten wriggled and fought against what was intended to be a soothing and comforting touch.

"Just! Just do what you're going to do to me and get it over with so you can leave already!"

"Still not how it works Kitten. I come down and take care of you how I want to." Blake sighed, her hand soothing down Weiss's back as slow and gently as she could.

"No!" Weiss struggled a new, in a way she hadn't with Blake since she had first been taken. "You're not taking ca-" Weiss was cut off by the faunus's hand at her mouth and another small crystal of dust unintentionally crunched between her teeth. Fear struck through her as her body locked up, but then she realized it was only the paralyzing dust.

"Shh, this one isn't as strong as the first cut I gave you. You should be able to talk and move a little."

"Biuuch!" Weiss slurred weakly.

Blake took a deep breath. "What has you so mad Kitten? You were the one acting up yesterday." She wondered for herself and not really for Weiss to reply. "Hmm, well, maybe this will help." Blake opened something with a little pop and leaned over Weiss's back to get a better look at her ass. She undid the chastity belt and slipped it off, guiding Weiss's legs so she could pull it off for the Kitten. Already, Weiss could feel her wetness on display. That damn lotion! It had her worked up all the time and made even the slightest amount feel… Weiss went stiff.

The terror only truly began to hit Weiss as she felt the cold sting of something on her right butt cheek. "Nu! Nu! N- u- u- o- No!" Weiss tried a handful of times before she managed the word more comprehensibly. She began to pant. "Wha! Wha! T- t- t- What! Drug giving me!"

"Calm down, calm down. No drugs today- well, I will be breaking out that lotion, but you already knew we had more work to do on all your soft spots." Blake found the point just above Weiss's ass that easily sent the heiress reeling.

Weiss buried her face into the bedding by Blake's thigh as best she could, panting and whining as wetness began to dribble down her thighs.

"Aww, still so easy to work up from your edging yesterday, huh? Do you like it? Do you think you'd like always being a desperate denied Kitten? I've been considering it. I bet you'd be really good for me if I banned you from cumming ever again. What do you think? I think it might be really fun. I'd get to watch you whine and writhe like this all the time?" Blake continued to touch something cold and wet to Weiss's ass here and there, slowly working down to her thighs as she played with that small sensitive spot. It drove Weiss mad and left her almost in tears with desperation for release. It didn't help that the faunus talked about never letting her cum. "Though, then I'd never get to see you cumming again." Blake pouted and it came through in her tone. "Yeah, guess that option's out. Still a cute thought." Blake leaned down and licked at the small spot. Her tongue was soft, soft, and gentle as it caressed around the small spot.

Weiss screamed. She screamed, and her voice broke only a moment later. She shook and shuttered only to have Blake pull away and leave her lingering right there, so close, on the edge and just about to tumble over, but no push to get her there.

"Aww, I'm glad to see you so responsive, but no cumming today Kitten." Blake patted over Weiss's ass.

"P- p- plese. Just… just let me…" Weiss murmured.

"No Kitten." Blake sighed like it actually hurt her to say no.

"B- b- bit-"

"Come on, be good Kitten." Blake's hands moved to Weiss's head, caressing behind her ears where the lotion had also been used- though, not as much. It left Weiss melting. "Be my good Kitten." Blake whispered and a calm washed over Weiss. "Here, I have a nice little eye mask. I want this to be a surprise."

Weiss frowned, but there wasn't anything she could do to fight as the blindfold slipped over her eyes and the faunus turned her over.

Weiss never really garnered a good understanding for what Blake was doing even after it had been done to almost her entire torso, neck, and all around her pussy and thighs. She worried what it might be, but without any hint beyond that it was small cold and damp, or wet, she didn't have any real idea. What she did understand however was the sensitivity lotion. Blake went light on it this time, but she covered a large number of places. Weiss was certain it was because she'd been so quick to get to the edge that if Blake tried to focus on any one spot too much, she would have tumbled over into the ecstasy she craved. It was a cruel torture. A cruel, beautiful torture of pleasure and denial.

Blake took her sweet time, using tender touches and sweet strokes, very intentional moves to lengthen it all out. All the way through, Weiss just kept reminding herself she couldn't give in. She could at most enjoy, but she certainly could not allow herself to appreciate. Fine! It could feel good. But no! She could never allow herself to appreciate the pleasure the faunus gave her. Such a thing could only bring about her complete and utter downfall.

Occasionally, and with great pain to make it truly sparing, Blake worked in her tongue some more. A soft lick at the back of Weiss's ear, along her spine at the middle of her back, just above her ass, even Weiss's nipples on occasion- though, those only ever got a singular lick or a moment's suction at once.

When the morning's session came to a close, Weiss had succeeded in making a nice little train of her wetness over Blake's pant leg and all the way down to the bedding underneath her. The evidence of her depravity had only grown more and more ample through the weeks of Blake's teasing; be it from just the surplus arousal or a side effect of everything Blake had done to her… she couldn't really be sure. Either way, it was a mortifying reality.

"Hmm…" Blake looked over her work and pinched Weiss's nipple a little roughly.

Weiss's whole body jolted with a whine.

"There, it seems you're able to move again, and I'm all done.

"D- d- done with what?" Weiss whimpered. She was so close! She just needed… but she wouldn't get what she needed. She knew that. That was the whole point. Blake was breaking her little by little through denying her what she needed.

"You'll see. I think it's time we give you a bit to stretch. While we're at it, I can give you a bath."

"I'm fine. If you are done, just leave; leave me be." Weiss huffed. She would have rolled her eyes too, but those were still closed and covered by the blindfold.

"No, you just got all dirty, and I want you to stay clean. Plus, once you see it, I'm sure you'll want it all washed off," Blake admitted as she began undoing the ribbons around Weiss's legs and freed the Kitten's paws.

"Whatever." Weiss groaned and began to stretch her legs and fingers.

"You think you can stand?" Blake went to help Weiss with it, but the heiress, with misplaced pride, forced herself up on her own and refused help even when she almost fell over.

"See! I can do it myself!" Weiss ripped off the blindfold.

"Sure Kitten." Blake doubted. "Time to go to the bathroom." She directed the other woman off and towards the room, they'd been in a couple times before.

"Fine." Weiss lead the way with awkward steps. Her every muscle felt like she needed to reteach it how to work.

Blake did everything she could not to laugh at the sight. She failed more than once, but Weiss was too preoccupied to notice. The heiress was quiet save for a groan or pant all the way over to the bathroom, but the moment she got there, Blake could hear Weiss screaming.

"Desperate Kitten? Needs filling? Milk coming soon?" Weiss looked over her body, first pointing to her belly, then mons, then breasts where each had been written respectively.

"Aww, you don't like it?" Blake cooed.

"Needy? Drenched? No cumming?" Weiss read off from her thighs with various arrows pointing up.

"Mhmm, I think my favorites were 'Anal Slut' and 'Cums hardest from slutty ass'. Which are your favorites?" Blake mused and slapped Weiss's ass where her favorites had been written.

"Gross! You are just gross! Now get it off of me!" Weiss spat on her finger and tried to rub the writing. None of it came off tho. "Uugh! Soap! Where is your soap!"

"Shh, shh. No, I said I would give you a bath. Not that I would let you clean yourself."

Weiss panted and tried to keep herself together as calmness came over her.

"That's it. Now, just be my good Kitten and go sit in the tub, I prepped it before I went to your room. It should be warm still."

Weiss looked down then away. "I- mhmm."

"Come on now Kitten. Be good."

"Yes- yes Miss." Weiss pouted and followed orders without much realizing how easily she complied.

"That's my good Kitten." Blake kissed the top of Weiss's head and followed behind. She was quick to wash Weiss. Mostly because she didn't care to wash away the writing. She'd done it in a nice marker intended to stick for a day or two at least, regardless of how much it was washed with regular soap. Weiss could be mad later, but for now, she seemed to be rather pliant, and Blake wasn't about to give up on her chance to clean Weiss up and then get her tied and locked back down with the new custom paws and a fresh ribbon binding and kneepads for Weiss's legs. She walked Weiss back to her room, eager to make up for the aftercare she'd missed the previous day, but the moment they returned, Weiss seemed to be incapable of getting far enough from Blake.

"Kitten? Kitten, what's wrong? This is your favorite part. Don't you remember how sweet you purr for me as you start slipping off to sleep?" Blake knelt down and tried to approach Weiss, but the heiress scurried off into her cage before Blake could even get close. "Kitten?" Blake questioned, concern in her eyes.

"No!" Weiss huffed.

"No what?"

"No!" Weiss doubled down, her posture turning defensive-n almost like she'd attack if Blake got any closer.

"Weiss? What's wrong?" Blake's brow furrowed. "Don't you want-" She didn't even know what to call it… she knew what it was… but admitting she was giving a Schnee aftercare felt… it felt like too much, so instead, Blake pulled out the small baggie of fish and dried fruit she had intended to feed Weiss with as the new Kitten slipped off to sleep in her arms.

"NO!" Weiss nearly screamed, and when that didn't get her point across, she reached her hand out just to close the door of her cage in on herself.

"You're sure?" Blake questioned.

Weiss just glared back.

"Alright." Blake frowned earnestly for the first time that day.

"Just… Go! You got what you wanted! So! Go!" Weiss curled herself up on top of the small bedding inside the cage.

Blake just nodded and stepped away. What had she done? Had she pushed her new Kitten too far?

End of Chapter 17

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Chapter 18

Content Warning: Body writing continued

Weiss steamed alone in her cage for another handful of hours. She even tried to rub the writing off, but if her hand hadn't work, there was no chance that her new paw would do the job. She felt sick. That writing covered her- more than a little of it felt overly foreboding. What the hell did 'milk coming soon' written over her tits mean? And 'faunus fuckslut'? 'White fang breeder'? Anxiety was the only thing that could subdue the raging arousal that had taken over Weiss's core all morning.

Would Blake really? She wouldn't try and pass Weiss off to other faunus to… and she couldn't make Weiss become a… no! Blake couldn't make her! That was just… Weiss wanted to puke. She wanted to puke because, in honesty, she had no clue how far really was too far for the faunus. Little did Weiss know, there were more things written where she couldn't see. Pointing to the spot above Weiss's ass which Blake had taken painstaking steps to make agonizingly sensitive, Blake had written 'work in progress'. The same inscription had been placed behind Weiss's ears and pointing up. Though, because she wouldn't have understood the intent behind those, Weiss might not have panicked as horribly over them.

It was hunger that pulled Weiss out of her cage after a small nap. She was still seething over Blake and being deprived the small comfort she had come to rely on, but that didn't stop her from being hungry. The same food Blake would have used as a treat had been laid out in Weiss's bowl. She supposed that was nice of Blake. She didn't have to leave out the treats. It calmed Weiss more than she would have liked to admit- even to herself. She was supposed to stay loathsome, not calm. But, there she was, crawling back into her cage, belly full of treats, and with a blanket in her teeth so she could curl up safe and comfortable for the night.

Weiss next woke to Blake sitting on her bed. Her bed! That was her bed! Not Blake's! So what if she'd taken up residence in the cage! It was still her bed, and Blake should stick to her own territory! That was hers! Not the faunus's!

All worked up in quite the territorial huff, Weiss scurried to her paws and knees just to glare and growl at her Owner.

"Hey there Kitten. You woke up?" Balke greeted with her gentle and most assuredly false kind tone. "What has you so frowny this morning?"

"My bed!" Weiss demanded in weak grunting words.

"Well, you know, it was mine first…" Weiss's furious look seemed to be enough to persuade the faunus to change her tune. "Alright, alright. It's yours now." Blake held up her hands innocently. "How about you come on out and let me play with you some? It'll make you stop worrying about anything, especially who's on your bed."

Weiss could feel her cheeks burn. She knew Blake was right. If she came out and let the other woman play with her, in no time, all she would be capable of caring about would be cumming. She's been denied for days now. She needed it. The wet spot under her ass when she woke up and her ample dreams of being plowed by Blake were more than enough proof of her need. Gods… Blake had been so strong in those dreams… able to hold her down every as she struggled with all her might… able to make her cum with just a flick of her tongue over the right spot… fuck! These dreams were beginning to feel far too much like reality.

Thankfully, Weiss still had the pain of being left alone in her time of most need to hold on to. It was the perfect light of hate in the dark tunnel of mind fuckery; the mind fuckery that left Weiss craving nothing more than to be held and kissed by the beau- no! What! No! Since when! When had! No! They'd never kissed! And why! Why would Weiss want that anyway! Blake was nothing short of loathsome and lovely? No! Not lovely! Just! Just loathsome! She was just loathsome! Just… just…

"Kitten?" Blake tilted her head and questioned.

Suddenly, Weiss realized she was hyperventilating. "What!" She screamed, trying to shake herself out of it as she literally began shaking.

"Shh, shh, shh." Blake whispered gently and extended her arms. "Shh. Kitten, it's alright. Just, come on out, shh it'll be alright my good Kitten."

Weiss's mind clouded. Had she been given more drugs? That's almost how it felt? But… more calming. She couldn't figure as the siren's song called her out of the cage and towards Blake's arms. "N… no… Le- let go…" She weakly protested as her body pressed itself into Blake.

"No. No. It's alright. Just relax, just-"

"N! No!" Weiss doubled down and successfully pushed away from the faunus. She couldn't rely on that comfort, so she didn't want a lick of it.

Blake frowned, something more earnest than usual. She frowned, and it sickened Weiss that the faunus could fake care so easily; because she must have been faking. It was the only explanation that made even the slightest bit of sense.

The faunus gave a belabored sigh; a long weary noise. "Fine." She settled. "You want me to just get your day's training over? Ignore you shaking like a damn leaf? You want me to just fuck you silly and leave again?" She sounded almost mad.

The offer was… almost painfully alluring. Weiss could really make it through this all if Blake would restrain these visits to a good fucking! Though, the 'good' prefix seemed overly important all of a sudden. Weiss had been denied for far too long and any fucking that didn't involve getting to cum sounded more like a nightmare than anything else to her. With the mistaken hope seeded in her mind that being fucked silly might mean getting to cum, Weiss honestly had a hard time restraining herself from simply begging. If she'd been forced to, she feared she might have been willing to get down on her knees and lick Blake's boot while begging if it meant she'd get to cum and be left alone. Somehow, against all odds, Weiss managed to avoid humbling herself further than was needed. "Yes. Please." She managed almost dignified.

"Fine." Blake turned her nose up and easily pulled the Kitten to be over and onto her lap. From there, she unlocked the chastity belt and pulled it down for the poor girl. She was drenched, dripping down her thighs, and clearly in a desperate need for climax.

In Blake's strong arms, Weiss just allowed comfort and excitement to take her over. She relaxed, allowed her marked up thighs to part, and gently welcome Blake's much needed touch. Moans already began to build on her lips before Blake could even manage to place calloused fingers on the back of her thigh. Euphoria and excitement spread through her as she felt Blake's other hand caressing over that spot just above her ass. "Ahhhnn~" She could cum just from having it touched like this, she was certain. It felt so good. Her mind just melted at the thought. If only, if only Blake would be kind enough to lick the spot again like she had the previous day. It could be phenomenal; better than how having her clit lapped at used to feel- gods… what might that feel like now after so much had been done to her body? She dripped as she ached at the thought.

Blake only took a moment's pause to dawn her gloves and gather some of the lotion. Weiss was approaching what she felt to be an ideal sensitivity. Though, it was a hard target to hit considering how it tailed off after a handful of days to soak in. She'd just have to slow down to avoid going overboard. With a wide grin, she began in with two fingers from each hand. Her right hand busied itself with teasing Weiss's clit and working in more of the lotion than she'd used in a good while the other hand took to stuffing and abundance of it deep into Weiss's ass. It'd be nice to turn the dirty little heiress into a size queen of a Kitten, desperate to have her ass filled to the brim. A delightful thought, really.

Blake knew she needed to take it slow, too much would easily have the heiress cumming her brains out. Thought the idea was quite alluring, she'd promised herself she'd not let Weiss off the hook quite that easily. She really had said something horrible… even if she didn't know quite how horrible. Remembering her defiant Kitten's words sickened Blake. Adam simply took because he wanted; she wouldn't have done this unless she was forced to! Though… she wasn't much forced to slip her fingers and an abundance of sensitizing lube up the heiress's ass, now was she? But… but she did have to do this! For all the faunus back in Atlas, trapped and enslaved. She couldn't turn her back on them… no matter what it took.

Atypical as this was, it would do the job; it would do the job and she'd at least hopefully not have to take a single life; a rule Adam never hesitated to break. Some portion of her hated that it'd become this, but at the end of the day, saving lives was so much more important that she had to believe it didn't really matter. That's what she kept telling herself at least.

Fingers massaged and teased, pressing more and more lotion deeper into both of Weiss's holes. The slutty Kitten would just adore being filled to the brim; she would love it, and it would be adorable.

"Cum! Need! Cum! Cum! Please! Need! Now!" Weiss's screams broke anew and snapped through the whirlwind of Blake's mind as it tried to parse the dubiously moral nature of her actions.

"Shh, shh." Blake employed her best tactic to soothe the heiress and pulled her fingers back to only gently tease around Weiss's labia and the rim of her ass.

"Haaaa!" Weiss cried out. It looked like she felt fantastic. Blake was almost jealous.

"Good Kitten, you're being so good, staying so close for so long. I'm proud of you. How many days has it been since you last came? Three already? Four? How many times did you get close to the edge? Do you like your little hood piercing? Is it nice rubbing against your clit?" Blake taunted gently.

Weiss just moaned and began to silently cry in the pleasure of her own denial.

"Shh, shh, no need to cry, Kitten. I'll let you cum on Friday, how's that? Just get through today and another two days? Alright? Do you think you can hold out for me? That you can hold it that long?" Even Blake couldn't quite comprehend why she enjoyed this; why she found the Kitten so delightful to play with, to tease and keep close. If she really thought about it, she'd probably come up with an answer of half joy at demeaning a Schnee, half just because it was a truly beautiful and adorable sight. Though, in truth, that probably wasn't entirely accurate. But, she wouldn't find it in herself to be honest about even the tip of that iceberg until after the day's session finished up.

"No! No! Now!" Weiss grew overly impatient and gave up on any idea of good. She bucked back, desperately trying to impale herself on Blake's fingers. She needed to be filled, that much was obvious. The way her ass and pussy clenched greedily proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt, and It was beautiful. Blake knew the poor kitten needed her holes filled again, but that was on its own evidence that the session should come to a close. To finish things, Blake took one good final dollop of the lotion and worked it into the spot low on Weiss's ass. The Kitten cried out, mewled, and begged to cum, but Blake had no intention of allowing her that. When the lotion finished being absorbed, Blake fought with Weiss to pull the belt back over her. Weiss screamed and bucked, sobbed in protest, and tried to punch weakly at Blake's side and back. It was fruitless tho. Weiss's paws turned her punches to little more than inconvenient pushes or thuds. It was a behavior Blake would need to break Weiss of, but for the time being, it was nothing world-ending.

"No! No! I need to! Need to c-" Weiss tried hopelessly to pry the belt off of herself, but with her paws, all she could do was press it harshly into sensitive flesh.

"No, no, no cumming today Kitten. You're still being punished." Blake tried to kiss Weiss's forehead, but the heiress pulled away like Blake's touch was revolting. That hurt. It hurt far more than it should have. She felt like a beloved pet suddenly recoiled from her for no reason… though, Weiss did have a good reason, and Blake knew that fully well.

Weiss just continued whimpering; the scared little beast she was.

"Ok. I guess I did offer to leave when I was done." Blake sighed. "Call for me if you need anything? Even just food or aftercare?"

"Leave!" Weiss gnashed.

"Ok." Blake nodded somber and headed out of the room. "Take care Kitten." She tried to offer on her way off, but Weiss's only response was a disdainful snarl.

The faunus found her way to her kitchen to fix up something simple for herself and something to send down for Weiss later after the Kitten took another nap. A small sandwich in hand, Blake settled in a room filled with monitors. Most showed Weiss and her room, couple spots around Menagerie, and the rest all held Atlesian news reports. None were promising. Several of which lingered in dead or dying faunuses as newscasters reported on how the standards of living back in Atlas had only grown worse in the wake of Jacques's outrage. She would need to hasten her schedule; adjust her timeline. She couldn't keep things going this slow… hopefully, Weiss wouldn't be able to say no again. If she did, Blake might need to rethink her stoic stick to a decision philosophy about the weekly offers.

She settled down, trying to enjoy her sandwich as she watched over Weiss. Tried. She tried and failed. There was no enjoying her meal. Not when Weiss was still sobbing; certainly not as the poor thing swapped back and forth between trying to satiate herself and trying to comfort herself and make up for the aftercare she so obviously needed. It infuriated Blake to see that.

She only grew madder and madder as Weiss shuttered and shivered in the lonesome cold of the empty room. Why was she such a fool! If she just gave in, things would be fine! She could be a happy Kitten! Blake's grasp slowly began to demolish her sandwich as her hand balled up in an angry fist. "Dumb bitch!" She huffed. "You… you clearly want me down there! What the hell!" She snarled. "And why the fuck do I care! Just a fucking Schnee!" But Weiss wasn't just a Schnee. She was Blake's Kitten too.

"She voted to enslave-" Blake ground her teeth and tried to remind herself what Weiss had done. There was just one problem. She didn't really believe the words she kept telling herself. Something had always been off about it. It just took her far too long to realize. Be it because she needed to believe it to do what needed to be done, because she was blinded by rage, or both, something about it never added up. The heiress who had been so sheepish, so disgusted by her family… that couldn't be the same person who voted to enslave any faunus for no reason; who approved capital punishment for nothing.

Blake grabbed the plate she had brought her sandwich in on and tossed it against the main monitor in her anger.

Could her sweet little Kitten have done that? Could the real Weiss? Were those one in the same? Or was Weiss just the horrible image of a Schnee Blake had written up in her mind to justify all of this.

End of Chapter 18

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Chapter 19

It was the next day when Blake returned to the room. As was the usual, Weiss was still finishing her breakfast. That morning was only different in that the faunus didn't linger in the doorway. Instead, Blake tiptoed over to Weiss, knelt down behind her, and gently greeted Weiss was two fingers caressing down her spine just to land on the spot Weiss loved to pretend to hate so much. "Hey there Kitten? Good breakfast?"

Weiss arched her back and moaned, pressing her butt up so she could wiggle it against the fingers. It was beautiful; she was beautiful, the sound of ecstasy on her lips… There was no denying it. Blake found the sight heavenly and she enjoyed how Weiss just devolved further and further into pleasure at just the tender touch.

"Aww, I think that spot's just about perfect." Blake leaned down to kiss at the small of Weiss's back. "We might even have to slow down on the lotion and see how you do without it."

"Haa- a- haaa-" Weiss panted out and moaned more even as Blake pulled her fingers away.

"That's it, you're really getting better, aren't you?" Blake smiled for herself.

"What do you want!" Weiss gnashed.

"Well, I need to do your daily training, but, I was hoping to check in with you. You seemed really upset yesterday." Blake reached out with the intent to caress behind Weiss's ear, but the heiress pulled away.

"What's not to be upset about! You kidnapped me, keep doing things to me, and… and…" Weiss trailed off, but Blake honestly didn't know what in the world it was that could top all of that. Either way, she'd do whatever she could to help calm the heiress. On paper it didn't matter… but she still found herself doing every little thing to make sure Weiss was some semblance of ok.

"And?"

"Oh! Just! Just do what you're going to do and get out!" Weiss looked away with as much force as her body could muster.

"Kitten?" Blake rested her hand on Weiss's back.

"Don't touch me!" Weiss reeled.

Blake sighed. "You know that's not an option Kitten." She was silent a moment. "You still have your training every day; at least till you start complying for the White Fang."

"Then do it and get out!" Weiss had become more and more of a broken record as of late, and it only made Blake worry worse.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing!"

Blake sighed. She couldn't much get anywhere if the Kitten wouldn't talk to her. A plan hatching in her mind, she stood and pulled out her scroll. "Ok, new plan for today, you get a day off. I won't touch you unless you ask." This was against what she'd promised the white fang- though, with her taking such a lead on everything, Blake figured she'd be able to get away with bending the rules that had been rather single-handedly set out by her without much or any judgment.

"H- huh?" Weiss turned around to look up at Blake.

"And… there." Blake finished fixing the settings on her scroll. "Stay close though, ok? You only get ten feet from me- well, from my scroll, but, same difference."

"I- what?"

"We're going for a walk… hmm… I- actually… sit."

"What? I'm a Kitten, not a puppy… I- I mean! I'm! I'm not a- I-" Weiss burned bright red at the slip of her tongue.

"It's ok kitten. Just work with me here, you'll like this. I promise." Blake assured softly.

"I- I-" Weiss stammered but sat obediently. "Fine! Just! Make it quick!"

"Yeah, yeah Kitten." Blake rolled her eyes and headed over to the armoire that had yet to be opened. She unlocked it, pulled out a baggy shirt, and locked it back up. "And, hands up." Blake gestured and waited just long enough for Weiss to comply. With as little contact as possible, Blake pulled the shirt over Weiss. "There, that ought to help you feel a little better. Between the shirt and your belt, you're actually all covered.

Weiss looked happy, but like she was desperately trying not to show it. That… couldn't have made Blake happier. Everything seemed to be working just as she had hoped.

"Ok, now, time to follow." Blake instructed. She headed for the stairs and did her best to make sure she didn't go too fast for Weiss. It was hard for the Kitten to make her way up the stairs, but eventually, she did it. From there, it was much easier to follow Blake through the house and to an open sliding glass door.

The island's breeze blew through the house gently, bringing the smell of the sea along with it. Menagerie really was beautiful. Blake lead her Kitten out the sliding glass door, onto a deck, and then onto the sands of the beach.

As soon as they got out into the sunlight, Weiss started to slow. "You alright?" Blake checked and paused as to not get too far from Weiss on accident.

"I- I'm fine. Just… so bright!"

"Oh, right… you've not been outside in a couple weeks." Blake winced. Realizing the error of her ways, she slowed down and gave Weiss the extra time to get comfortable and accustomed to the brightness.

Only once she was ready did Blake begin moving again. "What do you think?" Blake questioned gently as she directed her Kitten towards a small cabana that had been set up a year or two prior. "I figured some fresh air might do you some good?"

"I presume I'll be shocked if I scream?" Weiss questioned, her tone dripping with disdain.

"We're on Menagerie, remember? Even if they heard you, no one would come help the Schnee heiress."

"So, I can scream?"

"If you want?" Blake shrugged and sat down on her chaise lounge. "Speaking of want, wanna hop up?" She patted the far end of the lounge with her foot.

"I am not your Kitten."

Blake sighed. "Come on, this is supposed to be a nice day; a break. Don't go misbehaving and make me punish you anyways."

"What do you care?" Weiss hissed.

"I! I don't enjoy seeing you in pain!"

"Sure." The Kitten rolled her eyes. "I'll make sure they get that engraved on your sadist of the year plaque."

"Come on Kitten, we both know that's a trophy, not a plaque."

"Whatever." Weiss looked around before coming to a stop and glaring at Blake once more. "I'm done! Can we go back in now?"

"What? We just got out?"

"Yes, and I want to go back in!"

Blake pouted. "I thought you'd like the beach."

"Well… well, I don't! So! So just let me go."

Blake considered it. She really did. She considered just giving Weiss one day off for free. No punishment, no pushing, just a free day. Her poor kitten had been through enough. She deserved a break. Constantly pushing couldn't be good; either for her or for her training. Though, of course, that's not what she settled on. Instead, she just offered, "Ok, you tell me what's been wrong for the past handful of days, and I'll let you go inside. I'll even let you keep the shirt and bathe yourself today. All bindings off till tomorrow."

"What?" Weiss reeled.

"You tell me what the hell has been going on, and I'll take off all your bindings, walk you back, and let you take care of yourself for the rest of the day." Blake knew it would be an irresistible offer. She knew Weiss couldn't turn it down. That was why she offered. But she hadn't in her wildest dreams expected what the issue actually was.

"You… you… you just…" Weiss stammered through her answer awkwardly.

"I just what?" Blake patiently followed up.

"You just… you pushed me further and further- pierced me like that so many times… and then you just... "

"Just?"

"You just left!" Weiss broke. "I get it! I know! You are punishing me for what my father did! For my family! Fine! I! I don't care! I! I hate him too! I get it! You… you think doing all these things is some just comeuppance or that it will help you free the wrongfully enslave faunus! Fine! I… I get it! But! But! But!" Weiss began to hyperventilate and Blake leaned in closer. "But! You… you establish a routine! You do all these… these horrifying and pleasurable things to me, and then you calm me after! But… but that time you didn't! You… you just left! Is it some sick game? Get me to anticipate the comfort just to yank it away? Well… well… fine then! You got what you want! Fine! So! So just! So just stop pretending to give a shit! Just go back to being an evil bitch who enjoys raping and taking! Just! Just-" Weiss was cut off by the faunus down on her knees and holding her close.

"Ok." Blake's voice trembled on the singular word. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Kitten." She couldn't believe she was apologizing to the heiress, but even more so, she couldn't believe it was an earnest apology. "You… you couldn't know- but… you hit a particular button and I couldn't- I just needed to step away before things went too far." Weiss was disgusting. A horrible privileged heiress. And; she was also the soft Kitten. The Kitten needed the truth and a sliver of comfort. Blake just found herself giving more than just a sliver.

Weiss couldn't help but think that the faunus could say that again. Things had gone beyond too far. They'd gone so far past too far that she still had a beautiful black barbell sitting tauntingly against her clit. Brothers, it was beginning to be too much, the way it rolled against her sensitive clit. It just kept driving her mad all the time. No matter what she did! It was always there! Driving her mad!

"I'm sorry Kitten." Blake whispered into Weiss's ear, pulling her from the world of her horny thoughts. "I didn't mean to hurt you… I very specifically didn't want to end up hurting you." Owner slowly began kissing Weiss's cheek, her forehead, and all over her face.

Weiss tried to fight, she tried to deny how it felt to be in Owner's arms, to have Owner kiss all over her face and hold her tight. She tried to pretend the apology didn't mean the world to her, that knowing it hadn't all been just to mess with her didn't change everything. She tried, and she failed.

"I'm right here Kitten. No reason to cry. I'm right here." Blake's words were what made the Kitten realize she'd actually begun crying again.

Ashamed of her insecurity, of the desperation for comfort, and her need of the faunus, Weiss lashed out. She pushed, tried to fight Blake's grip. When that failed, she tried to punch and kick- though, that died out fast too.

"Shh, shh. No more, no more fighting."

Weiss's skin tightened in the chill of goosebumps at Blake's breath caressing the shell of her ear. "Yes, Miss." Comfort washed through Weiss; as if her body itself were trying to reward her for her submission.

"There, there you go. That's my good girl." Blake kissed at Weiss's temple, soothing her as best she could.

Weiss melted and whimpered. It was everything she could ever want. Panting softly, arousal built in her. Maybe she could want something else.

"Such a good girl." Blake's soft voice sent Weiss farther into the sweet comfort of subspace. "I'm sorry about neglecting you. Is there something I can do to make it better? To apologize?"

Hope fluttered in Weiss's chest as her pussy dampened anticipatorily. She looked up to Blake with needful eyes. "Cum? Cum! L- let me cum?" She pleaded weakly,

Blake pulled away slightly at the request. Weiss could see the opportunity slipping right through her fingers. "Kitten, sweetie, I had plans for once you got out of the belt. I would let you, bu-"

"Please! Please! If you would let me, then please!" Weiss wasn't sure exactly what happened to her pride or when exactly her brain slipped to between her legs, but it was there, and she didn't much have the time or want to think of anything but the opportunity slipping through her fingers.

"If you really want, I will, but you wouldn't like me after."

Weiss fought to restrain her desperate breathing, but she couldn't even think to attempt restraining her legs from trying to press together. Not that it mattered anyways, the belt prevented her from getting any of the relief she craved. "M- m… make me cum, and I'll love you." Weiss whimpered.

Blake chuckled. "If only things were that easy." Her smile sunk. "You'd hate me."

"No! No! I- why would I ever hate you! I wouldn't hate Owner!" Weiss, at least passively, was aware of the words that slipped from her mouth; the outrageous nature of them. Of course, she hated Blake! And Owner? Owner! But… knowing wasn't enough to stop her traitorous tongue from speaking such baffling lies. Yes. They were pure lies. Nothing more.

"Oh Kitten." Blake groaned sweetly and pushed back Weiss's hair for her. "You won't like what happens after you cum, not one bit."

"D- d- don't care!" Weiss panted and began to realize one of her paws pressed itself against the belt right over her needy pussy. The paw rubbed like she could actually get any of that pleasure. Fuck! She just needed it! She needed it so bad! If only she could cum, maybe she'd be able to think straight again! It would be enough to get her to stop saying these stupid, humiliating things.

"Sweetie, I already promised you, day off, that was supposed to mean no more lotions or dusts or anything." Blake tried to persuade Weiss away from what the Kitten already had her heart set on.

"I don't care!" Weiss did her best to push herself onto the other woman, to get that extra contact and feel Blake's warmth against her needy flesh.

"Kitten…"

"I don't care! Dust, drugs, lotion, cream, whatever! Just… just don't make it ache anymore. Need!" Weiss's paw had gone from massaging over the belt to avidly rubbing like she was already on edge- yet she could still feel none of it through the damned belt.

"Ok." Blake squeezed Weiss for just a moment before standing.

"Wha- no! Wanna!" Weiss's eyes crossed with inpatient need.

"I know Kitten, and you will. We just need to go back inside for me to find something. Then I'll make you cum however many times you like?"

Weiss bounced eagerly on her hands and knees. There was truly nothing better she could have heard in that moment. She was so excited, she began running off back towards the home. She almost got herself shocked for moving too far from Blake, but the faunus made sure to keep up with her.

Blake made Weiss sit outside of a room while she grabbed something, but Weiss was relieved it didn't take long. When Blake came back out, she even patted Weiss's head and scratched behind her ear. It felt so good. Weiss thought she might just get to cum right here, but before she could, Blake directed her back to her room.

"May I?" Blake requested consent to begin removing Weiss's singular article of actual clothing by pulling at its hem.

Weiss nodded quickly, legs trembling with excitement. She needed to cum! She needed Blake's fingers at her sex- all the better if she used that heavenly lotion! It always felt so good on her flesh; cold, then warm, then she would cum her brains out so easily. She could almost taste the sensation, the beautiful relief. Her whole body tingled with anticipation and the fresh chill of the basement as the oversized shirt was pulled off of her completely.

"I'm going to keep you bound as I make you cum, I don't need you lashing out if you get mad." Blake's words had no reason to be so arousing. The idea of being tied up and hopeless like this was mind-numbing- not that Weiss needed any more of that with how thoroughly her mind had hazed.

"I won't…" Weiss limply promised. "But, ok~" An impatient moan slipped past her lips.

"That's a good girl. Just remember you said that." Blake pressed a single kiss to Weiss's forehead before simply pushing her back onto the bed.

Weiss fell with a small thud, disoriented as she hit the fluffy comforter. Before she could gather her surroundings, Blake was on top of her, removing the belt. Brothers! She'd finally get to cum again! Weiss was so excited! So wet…

"Just a little more before your treat Kitten." Blake kissed Weiss's hip and left the Kitten squirming and bucking with impatience. She worked her way up Weiss's body before uncaping something just outside Weiss's vision. The mystery and anticipation did far too much to the poor Kitten. "This one will make you feel a little more sensitive too; but it will be different. Might even make you feel a little sore after everything is done."

Weiss just whined in her impatience. She couldn't care less, not with her pulse so palpable between her thighs.

"Just be patient beautiful Kitten." Blake instructed in that soft caring voice. There was only one issue with that voice.

The part of Weiss that insisted it must be false was being drowned out by everything else. She- she actually believed the faunus's sweet caring tone. How could she not? Blake was such a kind Owner. She was doing all this for her beloved Kitten. It made Weiss feel so special to know she was Blake's. It was everything she'd ever needed and- "Ohh~" She cried out in the pleasure of Blake's hand covered in something new gracing over her breasts and paying extra attention to her nipples. The new cream tingled, like a hundred little light needle pricks. Not painful in the slightest, but more than enough to make her ever so constantly aware of her breasts and the way the faunus paid them attention.

"Is it good on your breasts? Are they extra sensitive yet? Do you think I could make you cum from here alone?" Blake whispered into Weiss's ear with the softest taunt the Kitten had ever heard.

The Kitten wanted to scream! To cry out! Yes! Yes! Yes! But her best attempts turned to a weak gurgle in her throat.

"That's a good Kitten. Such a good Kitten." Blake pinched at Weiss's nipples and pulled her hands away.

"N- no! More! More!"

"Aww, Kitten, this isn't like the sensitivity lotion, applying more won't make it doing anything more. That's not how it works."

"M! More!" Weiss pleaded again, her paws going up to rub at her perked nipples.

"Oh!" Blake chuckled to herself. "You meant more touching? Don't worry Kitten, We're almost there. Roll over, I have one step left, and then if you're good I might even eat you out." Weiss was limp by the time Blake finished her offer. There was nothing she could do in the face of such a phenomenal offer while her body sung with such desperation. "Here you go." Blake huffed with exertion as she flipped Weiss over. From there, Blake easily spread more of the cream over Weiss's ass, rubbing and occasionally spanking her Kitten to a nice little whine each time. To finish off, Blake took only a small amount and spread it over Weiss's outer labia. The Kitten had no idea why- if she did, she'd have fought Blake at every step- but Weiss did know it felt fantastic. Her pussy dripped so much she could feel her wetness staining the bed under her and spreading to her knees. Her outer labia tingled and she thought she might cum from that, but then- tongue.

Blake's tongue was warm and wet, just like anyone else's, but it was so soft. The tender muscle began with a flat lap up Weiss's drenched snatch. Blake moaned into her taste. She must have tasted at least alright because the faunus took no time to truly start devouring. Better yet, Blake added in a finger gently caressing at the spot above her ass. Weiss was in heaven- pussy clenching, clamping down on nothing with need and… and…

Eyes rolled back into Weiss's head, toes clenched, and her back arched. Finally! The sweet release! It was upon her! A small moan tried to transform to a scream, but Weiss's voice broke and she couldn't- the whole world seemed to stop aside from the pleasure of Blake lapping up her mess and holding her hips. It was so much that she missed the new sensations the first time, only catching the mild soreness in her chest after. But, that, she just assumed was a side effect of desperately needing them to be played with.

The next thing Weiss noticed was Blake cleaning her hands with a wet towelette, after that, that she'd been pushed to lay on her back. "Nahh… naa." She tried to form words, but her mouth felt sluggish and numb.

"Relax Kitten, you just cummed your poor little brains out." Blake's hand was warm as it lightly caressed over Weiss's tummy.

Weiss purred into the touch at her still quivering belly.

"Aww. There you go… you look so peaceful. All cummed out."

Weiss fought to shake her head. She wasn't done! She needed more! One wasn't enough to make up for all that teasing! Plus! Her breasts literally ached to be touched and teased, to be sucked, bit, and licked on. "Nuuu… more." She whimpered- though, what came out what more or less unintelligible.

"Huh?" It took Blake a moment to understand, but then it clicked. She raised her hand to Weiss's breast- her hand felt smaller? Odd. But it felt so nice, warm, and comforting, so Weiss couldn't manage to care. "Oh, you wanna cum some more?" Blake's kind and merciful hand began to massage any of the soreness at Weiss's breast away.

Weiss only managed to nod and whine.

"Ok my sweet girl, but only if you're sure?"

Weiss nodded faster.

"Ok, how about we stretch that poor lonely ass of yours. You've made more than enough of a mess to lube it all up already." Blake taunted. She smiled when Weiss began whining anew. "Ok, ok, I brought a nice little gift for you tonight. As long as you are good you are welcome to use it; might even have some fun surprises." She smirked wider.

"Wha?" Weiss murmured.

"You'll see sweetie." Blake turned around to go through the bag she picked up in the mysterious room upstairs. When she turned back, Blake had the largest dildo Weiss had ever seen in her hand. This would have been more impressive, but when it came to in person toys, Weiss hadn't really ever seen anything more than her vibrator, and that was only six inches if she was generous. Though, this still looked notably longer, like it could hit just about any spot she wanted. She'd been passively aware that Blake had been stuffing that lotion deep inside her with the purpose of making her crave deep penetration, but Weiss never expected Blake to be prepared to use that in any meaningful way. Though, in retrospect, maybe that was just a nearsighted hope. Either way, the tool was mouth-watering.

Weiss even wondered if it could hit that nice spot in her throat the lotion had gotten once. She'd never really been able to stimulate it since except by accident. It was nice to think about, but that could all be dealt with another day. For now, Weiss needed it stuffed up her ass. She'd not had anything up there in far too long.

"I should prep you a little at least, no? Or do you think you're just such a slutty craven Kitty that you don't need it?" Blake pondered, but didn't await a response. It was probably good she didn't wait, Weiss wouldn't have been able to form words for quite a while after such a taunt. The faunus leaned over and tested a finger at Weiss. Gently, she traced it around the ring of Weiss's entrance. It was beautiful, just like Weiss. Beautiful and it clenched in anticipation, all slick from the poor heiress's abundance of cum and wetness.

With ease, Blake pressed the tip of the toy to Weiss. Only at the eminence of the phallus slipping in did the heiress notice the flared base. Not just flared like many other toys, it had a bulbous base- almost a reservoir- for what she could only fantasize and fear. All the same, in that moment, she could only think of how nice it might feel to have something shooting inside her.

The Kitten was panting as she began rolling her hips back to impale herself on the toy. Blake just chuckled pleased and caressed her tummy, occasionally dropping down a finger to tease the piercing by Weiss's clit. Weiss screamed at that. Her clit had been driving her mad ever since she'd been pierced. "More! More! More!" She cried out needful as her hips did their best to get what she wanted on their own.

"Such a slutty Kitten. You just want all of your new toy crammed inside you, don't you?"

Embarrassed, Weiss nodded. Her cheeks burned. She was every bit the slut Blake called her. A week in chastity and she was begging to be fucked and stuffed. The truth was she was weak. She was weak, and somehow she loved it; she loved knowing just how depraved she was for her Owner, a desperate, needy, slut of a Kitten. That's all she was now- at least, that's how she thought of herself in the heat of the moment, painfully close and with the toy being rammed inside her.

"That's it, take it all Kitten. Be good. Just take it all in and cum for me."

Weiss knew she came again. She knew she came a litany more times, but that was the last one she truly remembered. She remembered cumming for Blake as the faunus twisted the little barbell and shoved the toy so far the base pressed against her ring. After that, Weiss was fairly certain she felt something shoot from the toy. It was hot. Almost like it burned her insides in the best warming way. It melted through her, leaving her full of pleasure. She had no idea if it was real or what it was if it had been real, but she knew she wanted more if she could ever have it again.

End of Chapter 19

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Chapter 20

Cw: Body writing

The next morning when Weiss woke, she was thankful to feel that she'd not been drugged or anything of the like. She was certain Blake had done something- there must be a reason for the tingling cream and… whatever had been shot inside her through that toy; whatever that delightful warm seed had been. But, whatever it may have done at least didn't leave her feeling inebriated or hungover in any way. Exhausted, cummed out, and sore in what felt like twelve different ways? Yes. But actively put in that state by any substances? She didn't think so. Either way, she felt more than comfortable to relax into the comfort of her exhausted, satiated, soreness.

The next thing she noticed was the hint of cold at her stomach- no, lower, just above her... "Mep!" She yelped as the small point of cold trailed down, nearly to her slit, but not quite.

"Up already?" Blake's voice questioned from under the bedding where she worked.

"I- what is… what is that?" Weiss shivered.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Weiss's body tensed in fear.

Blake was quick to soothe the Kitten's newfound tension with small kisses at her tummy and calloused hands tenderly caressing at her hips. It was evil. Weiss couldn't help but feel her body slicken. The possessive hands on her hips, lips lingering just above her core… she needed Blake to just dip her head down and start licking- to devour her need and- "Kitten… are you alright?"

"I'm! I'm fine!" Weiss pressed her eyelids closed tighter- not that she'd even really managed to open them yet. As if intentionally to undercut her, Weiss's hips began to wiggle, to move and try to find Blake's soft lips.

"Are you sure Kitten?" Blake took the smallest nibble at where Weiss's hip bone just barely raised her skin.

"Ahh!"

"Because, you reak of needy slick." Blake's hand moved just to test between Weiss's thighs. "Mhmm, I was right, all wet and needy." Just the tips of her fingers danced around Weiss's folds, barely tracing them as she collected Weiss's wetness.

Weiss whined low and long. She needed more. Fuck she desperately needed that toy inside her again, shooting that heat deep inside her needy little cunt- if only it cold hit that spot Blake had smothered in the lotion- turned to just another g spot deeper inside; one desperate to be stimulated, fucked, and pushed till she broke again and again and again.

"Good girl." Blake praised in a small little purr.

"Hmm?" Weiss whimpered.

"You're finally being honest with yourself." Blake answered so sweetly as she kissed across Weiss's hip bone. "With this desperate, needy, soaked little cunt of yours. So proud of you Kitten."

Weiss whimpered. She wasn't sure that was exactly what she wanted of herself, but she certainly wanted Blake's praise, those lips working across her mons and over to her other hip.

"I'm sure you'll start fighting again soon; and when you do, you know you'll be punished. But for now, I am so proud of you."

"Haaa~" Weiss panted at Blake's tongue darting down for only a fraction of a moment. She more than wanted Blake's praise. She needed the words like water, the gentle caress of an Owner happy with her, praising and egging her on. The Kitten almost lamented her inevitable resistance. It would certainly come… she knew that. Blake did still want to do so many things to her that she was sure she couldn't do… but complying would be so good, so nice… what would it be like to just acquiesce and be the perfect Kitten? Free to cum- surely made to more than enough to keep her happy… or even more… blissed out- constantly in that beautiful haze of overzealous orgasms. It was quite the attractive prospect.

"Shh, shh, shh. No. No Kitten, don't go worrying about anything. Just stay here, happy, good, honest." Blake finished off her small kisses and the cold spot seemed to return at her mons.

The poor Kitten was hopeless to fight the comfort that washed over her at the little sushes. Worries felt like whispers in the whipping weather of white noise that relaxed her. "Yes, Miss." She purred and relaxed into the point of cold on her mons.

"Blake~" Weiss shuttered, her hips jutting up with her hope for more.

"Hey!" A hand lightly slapped Weiss's hip. "Stay still, I'm drawing here!"

"D- drawing?" Weiss's heart sunk into her stomach. All she could think of was the dread that seeing things written all over her body brought- the fear of what was just a taunt and what was an actual plan of the faunus. She didn't want to see anymore! Things were just beginning to be ok! She'd just gotten ever so slightly comfortable- begun to admit that she'd begun to like some small aspects of this… but that- if she had to think of that it…

"Hey, hey, hey." Blake chose her response carefully at the sound of more than just generalized anxiety building in Weiss's stressed whimpers. "What's wrong Kitten?" She popped her head up and pulled back the blankets so she could see the other woman. "Weiss?" She'd not called the heiress that since they arrived in Menagerie. She hadn't really meant to call her by her name, it just slipped out when she saw her poor Kitten crying through eyes scrunched tightly closed. "Weiss…" She called again, breaking down the difference between the evil heiress and her sweet little Kitten that she'd been fighting so hard to keep up.

The poor creature under her scrunched, tensed, and flinched away from her, even with no instigation. Weiss whimpered pained and pointed her face off and away still without opening her eyes. "I'm not… not…" Weiss's voice trembled with fear of being shocked or otherwise punished. "I'm not an Anal Slut! Or a Faunus Fuckslut… and… and I'm certantly not a Faunus Breeder! Who Loves Cock, and has Milk Coming Soon."

"Who said you love cock?" Blake offered a small kiss at Weiss's small tummy; the little bit of weight she'd put on since arriving at Menagerie- she looked healthier now… like she wasn't starving or pushing herself too hard. That made Blake feel infinitely better about everything she'd been doing. Her Kitten deserved a break- the sliver of leniency Weiss would certainly never have allowed herself back on Atlas.

"You! You wrote all those horrible things on me the other day! You wrote them an-"

"I never wrote that you 'loved cock'. I was under the impression you were a lesbian."

"I am!" Weiss's eyes snapped open just to throw daggers at the faunus. "Men aren't the only ones with... penises" Weiss shied away from the term, but her anger was still clear. "and women aren't the only ones with vaginas!"

"That is correct, you are right." Blake nodded and almost sounded shameful for her comment's transphobic implications- though, being shameful was thoroughly unlike the faunus, so Weiss threw out the idea with ease. "It's interesting your mind added that tho."

Weiss tensed and flushed.

"Makes me wonder what you might do with a girl's fat cock in your face? Especially now with your throat all-"

"Stopit!" Weiss yelped. "I'm not- I'm not any of those things! I-"

"Well, we can learn what you are over time and together. For now, I actually removed those things and wrote some new ones, would you like to look at them?" Blake tried to coax Weiss to open her eyes again. The heiress had only opened them for a moment to glare, they closed quickly after that.

"No!" Weiss huffed. She'd gotten far too comfortable in her desperation. The slightest hint of affection and the offer of an orgasm, and she turned to putty for the faunus to tease and abuse however she saw fit. Stupid! How stupid she'd been to fall for that kind Owner falsity.

"Then how about I read them to you?"

"I don't want to hear or see them! I want them gone! I don't want any of those horrible things written on my body! Knowing you, it's just a dry run before you tattoo them on me!" Weiss turned up her nose at the idea more in a hope to stop her sealed eyes from leaking tears on her rather than that her disapproval could sway Blake.

"I-" Blake stumbled. "Yes, I was thinking of doing one or two of these over with the tattoo gun." She sheepishly admitted.

"Of course you were, and I won't have the slightest of say in it when you do. You'll just do it, I'll be screaming and crying, and only have the energy to hope you'll hold me after." Weiss just sealed her eyes tighter- though that didn't stop the tears from falling.

"Weiss." Blake's voice broke with worry, concern for the heiress- No! The Kitten! Her Kitten! Concern for her Kitten!

"So! No! I don't want to read them! I don't want to hear them! It'd just be one more minute of knowing what will be on my body forever- whether I like it or not."

"I can't promise I'll never break out the tattoo gun, but… if you don't like any of these, I have a fancy solvent that won't be hard on your skin but will get the marker off- no side effects cept for maybe being slightly tender for a couple hours."

Weiss crossed her arms over her chest and still refused to look to Blake. Something felt off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it in the moment. "You promise you'll take them off?"

"If you don't like what I wrote." Blake answered.

"Fine… read them to me." Weiss allowed, mustering all of her entitled heiress energy.

"Where do you want me to start?" Blake questioned softly as she moved up the bed and straddle Weiss's thighs.

"Wherever." The ever sullen and spiteful Kitten huffed.

"Ok, I'll start here." Blake pulled away Weiss's arms gently. "Right here…" Blake's finger landed on Weiss's upper left breast. Weiss thought it was supposed to be something written over her tit, but she couldn't see that Blake was underlining her writing rather than crossing through it. "Property of Blake Belladonna."

"Not a fan." Weiss answered hastily.

"I didn't expect you to be; not yet." Blake kissed Weiss's chest right over the writing.

"How about… 'Beautiful'." Blake traced down Weiss's collar bone where she'd written the word.

Weiss gave a noncommittal grunt.

"Ok… then why not down here…" Blake moved and pulled Weiss's thigh to the side so she could trace some of the writing there. "Sweet… and there's a little arrow point towards your-"

"I get the idea." Weiss shrugged.

"And… 'Perfect' pointing up to your-"

"Haha, my ass is perfect." Weiss fought to steel her heart, but the truth was that the writing made her feel special; she felt… cared for.

"Be gentle." Blake traced over the curve of Weiss's right breast.

The contact left Weiss shuttering.

"Sweet and Sensitive." Written along the top of the same breast.

"Blake~" Weiss moaned softly. It was too much, the way Blake traced over her flesh, the image of the soft words written over her body.

"Pretty, Cute, Sweet, Good Kitten, Sweet girl, Good Girl, Obedient." Blake rattled off more and more, fingers tracing up and down, all around Weiss's body. Each little touch had Weiss pressing into it a little more, seeking that little extra contact. She wanted Blake's touch, her appreciation, her love… Weiss knew she was crying. She knew Blake could see it and that her lack of objection would be more than enough for the other woman to realize she didn't hate the new body writing.

Then… then it came. "Handle with care and love" That one hit home. Weiss had never been handled with either really- well, she imagined her mother had once handled her with care as a child, but neither she nor the drunkard could remember anything of the sort by now. The closest she could remember was… disdain? Lust? Two things that had grown to feel inextricably linked for the heiress all too fast.

The words had been written across her belly, right where she'd accumulated the slightest amount of pudge. Like a main warning for anyone who could get her shirt up that far; a reminder that maybe Weiss was worth some sliver of care, a modicum of love. The steady stream of tears turned to hiccuping sobs. Weiss raised her hands to wipe away the tears, and that was the first time she noticed, they were hands, not the paws she was often tied up in.

"Shh- it! Kitten, I didn't mean to… I didn't want to make you cry." Blake pulled Weiss's hands away just to wipe away the tears herself. "Fuck, I- I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry!" Blake thought Weiss was going to swipe at her hand, but instead, Weiss's palms sopped themselves over the backs of Blake's hands. They were… holding hands? In a painfully awkward way, but, that was what they were doing. They were holding hands. "I- I love it… I love them all." Weiss admitted.

"Well, I didn't really read them all off… there were some dirty ones that I didn't read off."

"I don't care, I love them." Weiss shook her head in her own disbelief at what she was saying; at how it was true.

"Even the one on the inside of your thigh that says 'Lick to give the good girl a good cum'?"

"Even that one." Weiss nuzzled gently into Blake's hands. "But- only if you follow your own instructions."

"I can do that." Blake smirked and licked her lips.

"I- but… what were you drawing? It didn't feel like writing?" Weiss questioned.

"Oh… that… well, I- umm, I was thinking about giving you a womb tattoo." Blake flushed. "I just thought my Kitten would look too beautiful with one… but I wanted to make sure it would look just right before I started."

Weiss loathed that she actually appreciated the fact that Blake was testing it out before just taking a devil may care attitude about what to do to her body. It was a true betrail of everything she'd promised herself. She promised she could enjoy, but not appreciate, but here she was, taking delight in Blake's every small kindness. "Did… did it turn out well?"

"I think it is beautiful." Blake pulled back so Weiss could see the ornate design The center was a small flame encircled by a heart. To either side, tendrils extended along Weiss's hips. She hated the truth of the fact that seeing it was arousing. She'd certainly had an appreciation for it in porn- particularly the ones that left the woman it was tattooed on desperate and needy- all the better if there was a cute trans girl there and willing to fill the woman instilled with new breeding instincts.

"It'd take hours to ink… but if I give you a couple hits of that dust, you'll heal fast and the vibrations of the gun will be… let's just say I've seen a girl pass out from dehydration that way."

"Oh god…" Weiss looked over herself. Something felt different- looked different, but she couldn't quite tell. She was tired and her eyes were blurry from crying so much.

"Don't worry about it tho. We don't need to even consider it till Saturday, and only if you are still having trouble complying."

Weiss nodded and tried to look away as her hand found the top of Blake's head.

"Huh?" Blake looked up, but Weiss's hand just tried to gently direct her down to her core. "Ohh? That impatient?"

"You said you would follow the instructions on my thigh." Weiss flushed.

"Mhmm, you have been good." Blake cooed. "Are you sure you want to cum tho?"

"I want to cum endlessly till I pass out and wake to you holding me…" Weiss huskily requested.

"Be careful what you wish for."

End of Chapter 20

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Chapter 21

Cw: Body writing, mind manipulation/conditioning through hypnosis

Weiss hadn't quite gotten to cum so many times it forced her to pass out, but it felt damn close as Blake pulled her head away and wiped her mouth with the pack of her hand. "Sweet as cream my little Kitten."

Weiss whimpered, a melted little puddle on the bed. She couldn't manage to move. Her whole body was sore and exhausted- oddly enough tho, her chest and ass, in particular, felt sore. Her ass made sense, she'd been clamping her thighs around Blake's head for brothers know how long. But… Blake had more or less ignored her breasts entirely- either way, Weiss was too tired to question.

"You're… beautiful like that, all flushed, your lips spread, soaked, and swollen. Breathless and still reeling with my writing all over you."

Weiss flushed darker. Did Blake have to be so complimentary? It made everything… harder to resist. "Thank… thank you, Miss."

Blake looked over the heiress as she shrunk into the bed, flustered and embarrassed.

"M- Miss?" Weiss whimpered at Blake taking too long to come in and cuddle with her. She wanted to sleep already; to fall asleep in her Owner's arms. "Are you coming to cuddle?" She fidgeted shameful of her need for the other woman.

"Yes, of course, Kitten… I just… You are quite beautiful Kitten."

"Thank you?" Weiss questioned, able to tell something new was about to come.

"I was just wondering if I could… take a picture?"

"A picture?" Weiss cracked her weary eyes open. She knew Blake could just take one if she wanted, there was nothing stopping her and it was only kind to ask. But… the reality of what could be done with such a picture was not lost on her. She knew how she looked… all blissed out, worn with exhaustion from an embarrassment of orgasms. Then, to add all thing things written all over her?

"Is it alright if I promise not to share the picture with anyone?" Blake spotted Weiss's issue with pinpoint accuracy. "I won't send it out, no blackmail, no using it to shame the SDC. I just want a picture of my Kitten happy; just for me."

"You promise?" Weiss relaxed, already committed to the decision to approve a picture.

"I promise."

"Just make sure you get my good side then." Weiss teased.

"Thank you, Kitten." Blake kissed Weiss's forehead before standing to get all the perfect angles she craved. When she was done, she laid down and cuddled with the exhausted Kitten.

The following morning, Weiss woke alone again. For some reason, she'd thought Blake would be there when she woke again. Technically, Weiss hadn't asked, and even if she had, it was reasonable to expect Blake to continue bending over backwards for her. The faunus had only really promised to make the one day about her, there was no obligation for that to continue to the next morning… though, that didn't mean Weiss hadn't hoped or ever expected it would.

The Kitten desperately missed her Owner and tried to find the warmest spot in the bed- hoping to find the last shred of Blake that may linger there. There was nothing, of course. Though, even if there was, Weiss likely wouldn't have noticed it. Not with how her breasts and ass ached. What the hell did that cream do? Just make her sore? Or was it meant to do something else and she had a negative reaction? She did have an allergy to a medication or two, it was possible that this was just some reaction along those lines. Thankfully, none of her reactions ever resulted in anything worse than a mild rash.

The soreness only felt highlighted as Weiss tried to move, to roll over and snuggle into the side of the bed most soaked in Owner's scent. It felt like her tits had been punched off with a flurry of blows only to have them regenerate, but that would be stupid. Surely, that would be very very stupid. Brothers, she hadn't ever felt so sore like that since she was a teen and her breasts were still growing- Weiss fidgeted in the bed slightly, then went to cup her right breast with her hand- distinctly larger than normal. Her left hand snuck behind her to feel what she already knew to be true. Her firm but admittedly a little small tush? Now felt too big to be cupped in her hand. Pert small breasts she spent so long accepting for their lackluster size? Now swollen to what felt like two or three times the size, but was realistically at most a growth from a modest B to what might be a slightly tight fit in an appropriately sized C cup. Nothing about the changes were over the top, but any change at all felt earthshaking frot the scared Kitten of a Schnee.

Her scream woke the birds. It would most certainly have woken Blake if she had been sleeping. Weiss was sure her singing coach would murder her if she'd heard the way she just strained her voice- though, Weiss did sometimes enjoy aggravating the militant teachers her father hired for her back home.

"My boobs! My ass! What the hell!" Weiss shrilled over the sound of plates and silverware colliding to the ground somewhere outside her room. She screamed again as both hands cupped either side. Fuck! Touching them like that… while they were so sensitive… why did it need to feel… soo good? She whined. They had been so small, so perky, but now they… they were almost as big as Winter's! Big enough that they were no longer quite as pointed anymore; rounded out with the new mass and… craving to be touched more. "BLAKE!" She screamed angrily. Damnit! It'd be easier to make a convincing angry tone if her body didn't feel like it was begging to be touched just a little more. She would never admit it, but her hands did squeeze gently. Her thumbs fell down gently over her nipples- eyes crossed and she moaned. Fuck! Were they that sensitive before? No, they weren't, not even close. It was so much, Weiss was still trying to calm herself back down as Blake burst in, spilled orange juice still covering her shoes.

"Oh." She winced mildly before a more pleased, less guilty smile won out. "They're coming in nice, huh?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Weiss snapped, heavy breaths of arousal masquerading almost decently as angry ones; well enough to make Blake believe it was nothing but fury- though, that wasn't unreasonable considering that it was mostly anger.

Blake tried to keep her mind on the task at hand, to focus on Weiss and her anger, but the sight of her Kitten just kneeling there, cupping her newly enlarged breasts? It was distracting to say the absolute least.

"What did you! What did you do!" Weiss panted.

"You ok there Kitten?" Blake picked up on the hint of Weiss's arousal.

"S- shut up! I'm a Kitten! I'm your Kitten!" Weiss's jaw dropped and lingered open a moment as she realized what she'd said. "I! That's not! I'm your Kitten!" Weiss panted, only growing angrier and more aroused at her failure to say what she'd intended. "Wha- what the hell did you do to me!" She felt pleasure building in her body- particularly in her breasts, only to realize it was her own fault, she was teasing her new swollen sensitive nipples with her thumbs. She was teasing herself and it felt phenomenal. She just wondered what Blake's tongue on them might feel like? Brothers, she would cum so hard for Owner- "Not! Not Kitten!" Weiss squeezed and groped at her own breasts as her breaths grew heavier.

"Aww, Kitten, you having some trouble over there?" Blake cooed.

"Not… Kitten." Weiss moaned, one hand stretching over to grope the opposite breast, while the hand that had been posted there slipped down. In what felt simply like adding insult to injury, Weiss could feel as her freed hand passed right by her pussy and began to tease at her ass. She felt dirty, disgusting, a good, dirty Kitten, all broken in for her Owner.

Blake had wondered when the conditioning would finally kick in, when the nightly hypnosis sessions would finally break Weiss's resilient spirit. It felt perfect that it'd finally broken her after the Kitten's first real transformation.

"What did you do to me!" Weiss cried out in between moans of ecstasy. Her fingers moved faster and faster as her hand grabbed harder at her breast.

Blake just smirked and approached her sweet little Kitten. "Breathe sweet little Kitten, you need to breathe." She knelt down at the side of the bed and watched Weiss trying to fuck herself silly.

"I'm not you're Kitten!" Weiss lashed out only to have every need she'd ever felt to fuck, to be filled, to cum her poor useless little brains out magnified tenfold.

Blake smirked. Some corner of her did feel bad about things going so fast from comforting and sweet to taunting and controlling. It wasn't really right that she changed tones so quickly on Weiss… though, this had been weeks in the making. Attempting to soothe through what she was certain would be a much harder pivot on Weiss, Blake reached out and caressed Weiss's cheek.

"Not- no-"

"Shh Kitten, stop fighting, it will only make things worse."

"C- cum… cum… cum." Weiss panted out, lightheaded and teetering on the edge.

Blake spotted the Kitten's new toy half peeking out from under the sheets and leaned over to grab it. Without moving too fast, Blake slipped the dildo just under Weiss so all the Kitten had to do was sit down to be pierced by it. "Here, this'll help." Blake offered in her sweet, sultry voice.

Weiss had no control- or at least, that was what she wanted to believe. It would have made her feel much better to know that it wasn't her that pressed her ass down and whined as the toy began to pierce her. The head felt so good against her hole. She needed it all the way inside, she needed to feel the base of it pressing against her ass so she knew she was filled to the brim. She needed it so bad, but the dry phallus was too big against her ass, it wouldn't go in and she wanted to cry.

"Wait, wait, wait." Blake whispered, her hand raising to caress Weiss's pussy and gather the ample wetness there.

Weiss came. She came from Blake's touch, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Whatever happened to her, it left her insatiable. Desperation caught in her throat as an animalistic plea.

Blake was quick to lube up the toy. Weiss needed it, and she didn't see a point in torturing the heiress when she was complying as best she could. "There, now, go ahead Kitten." Blake pressed the slickened tip against Weiss's hole.

Weiss impaled herself on the toy, dropping her hips till she could feel the base and the bedding against her new, fattened ass. Fuck, she only wished it was Blake she was rubbing her ass against. If only she could feel her Owner's warmth against her ass as her ring clamped around the toy. It felt perfect, so deep, filling her up just perfectly. She thought it was everything she could ever need, but then, a small dribble of the warming substance leaked out. It melted her, decimated any restraint or fight she might have had left.

"Slow down Kitten, don't cum too fast, just ride it out, alright?" Blake instructed gently with a hand caressing down her Kitten's back.

Weiss's eyes darted down to Blake. Why would she ever want to go slow! It felt so good! Cumming felt so good! She was certain she could cum four or five more times before her body gave out. That would feel so good, the relief. And it would only be just after how much Blake edged her for the better part of a week. The Kitten grew a devious smirk as she looked to Blake and just moved her hips faster. She rode the fake cock under her like a pro, giving in to her inner slut. It felt perfect.

In no time, Weiss found herself throwing her head back and crying out in ecstasy again. It, of course, was not enough. She needed more.

"Kitten…" Blake's stern voice was so sexy, pretending to be so strong… but Blake had no power over Weiss! Not right now! She could fuck herself as hard as she wanted and there was nothing Blake could do but watch! - it was a flawed notion, categorically incorrect, but the thought alone had Weiss already on the edge again. "Kitten, stop-" Weiss's scream drowned out Blake's stern protest.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, so good." Weiss groaned as her hips bobbed up and down.

"Kitten!" Blake snapped firmer.

Weiss came again, and another load of whatever was held in the toy's reservoir. Brothers, it felt so good, she almost wondered if she could slip into an infinite loop, cumming herself, the toy shooting that stuff inside her in response, and then cumming from the resulting feeling. It would feel so good to be all cummed out, filled by it all, and ruined in bliss. Her slutty holes needed to be filled, she needed to be a good Kitten for Blake, all horny and filled to the brim.

Weiss continued like that, lost in her own pleasure and the heat that built in her gut until Blake pushed her back forcefully. "Stop it!" Blake ordered in a tone that left shutters running through Weiss's entire being. Fuck, she wanted to cum again to the sound of Blake's firm voice. All the better if she could feel that rush of disobedience during.

"Bad Kitten!" Blake barked and pulled the toy out of Weiss's ass.

The Kitten whined. She whined desperately, breaths turning to hyperventilation. No! That was! Bad! She was empty now! Empty! "So… Empty." She complained.

Blake growled and Weiss couldn't help what she did next. The sharp inhale of exhilarated arousal had her swelling breasts press against Blake's chest. It was just enough. All she needed to do was press her chest up a little more and~ "Ahh~" She cried out, pussy clamping and squirting out. Spectacular. She felt like fireworks bursting in her womb.

"Bad Kitten!" Blake snapped again, her hand holding Weiss's jaw firmly. "Stop that!"

"Good… so good." Weiss chuckled dumbly.

"God damnit." Blake huffed. "You're going to blame me for this later… dumb slutty Kitten."

"Your slutty Kitten." Weiss purred dazily. It made sense, of course, Weiss would lean into being a good Kitten after the hypnosis finally got through. Even with Blake's… extensive prior knowledge of hypnosis for… personal reasons, it still took nearly all her time not spent with Weiss to work out a regimen to engrain the programing in her Kitten's pretty and now certainly jumbled head. As usual, Blake had begun with a handful of simple triggers. Her soft Shh's and the click of her tongue made for great ways to relax Weiss or force her to be obedient respectively. That was simple, but what came next was not.

Working Weiss up to thinking of herself as Kitten was more than enough work on its own, but getting the Kitten to accept Blake as her Mistress had been easier than she anticipated with everything else already in place. What was the real surprise was how dramatic the reaction was to Weiss trying to say she wasn't a Kitten. Punishing her for it surely helped, but the training to have Weiss grow distractingly aroused whenever she tried to deny what she was had been far more effective than she anticipated. Engraining the knowledge that Weiss was in fact her Kitten so deep certainly helped. That made it so Weiss had to fight all the harder just to defy her, but it was also simply adorable to watch Weiss fight with herself; to see the Kitten's embarrassed face at realizing she'd confessed to being Blake's without even realizing.

Decisively less adorable was Weiss's disobedience. That would need to be broken sooner or later… especially with how far Weiss had gone. Blake knew she'd get blamed for it… maybe it was her fault, but Weiss wasn't listening! Blake was mad, but some part of her found it to be a nice and neat little self-included punishment. If Weiss had been mad to begin with, she'd be livid once she saw how things proceed.

Weiss wasn't quite asleep, but she was far from actually awake as Blake turned her attention to the toy. Slowly cleaning it, she checked the reservoir. It must have shot at least ten loads inside of Weiss in all of the twelve hours she'd had it; something that would have been a hell of a lot less noteworthy if not for the fact that the toy only contained thirty to fifty depending on how hard it's user came. By the time it was exhausted, Weiss would have a whole new thing to be mad about… a new, beautifully ironic thing. Blake couldn't help but admit to herself, she was excited to see not only the drug's direct effects, but also how Weiss might react to them.

As a little extra of a punishment for Weiss's disobedience, Blake took some time to reapply Weiss's Kitten bindings, ribbons over Weiss's legs, and hands tied up in paws. Her Kitten really was just so adorable. With that finished, Blake gathered the breakfast she'd made them so they could eat in bed… that option felt long gone. She went ahead and ate what survived of hers and made a fresh set to drop off in Weiss's bowl.

"B- B- Miss?" Weiss stirred and shuttered. Since when did she have trouble calling Mistress by her name?

"Yes, Kitten?" Blake looked up from where she had been neatly plating a small breakfast into Weiss's bowl.

"I- I'm tied up again." Weiss frowned.

"You were a very bad Kitten. You didn't listen to me."

"I- I- mhmm…" Weiss thought back to everything. It felt soo good. It felt so good, and she could still feel the heat in her belly. Thankfully, it felt like it'd somehow migrated up and to her other entrance- well, to her womb, but… still. She was just relieved she was no longer craving to have her ass demolished. Though… now she had the same urge, but more directed towards her cervix. Brothers… how perfect it would feel to be bent over, presenting herself for Blake with that long toy strapped to her. What Weiss wouldn't give to feel the toy's head bruising her needy cunt.

Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Hey! Snap out of it!" She rolled her eyes. "Slutty fucking Kitten." she murmured to herself

"I'm not a- a-" Weiss could feel her body retaliate against the attempt to protest with arousal amplifying. "A slut." She settled.

"Sure you're not Kitten." Blake agreed in a condescending tone. "Food's ready for you tho."

"I- I… thanks." Weiss sighed. She tried to sit up, but somehow, her chest felt… heavier than normal. "I- MY BOOBS!" What was only slightly bigger than Winter's earlier that morning now approached a size that rivaled Blake's. She shot up only to feel that she had more cushioning under her.

"Your ass too." Blake reminded.

"What the hell did you do!"

"Well, this one was mostly you Kitten. I told you to stop."

"What- What the hell are you talking about B- B- Miss."

"I warned you yesterday that I would let you cum, but that it wouldn't mean you got out of my plans for what happens when you do."

"What happens when I cum?" Weiss questioned. She was smart. She knew what it meant. She knew exactly what was happening, she just didn't want to have to believe it.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded in the affirmative.

"And… every time I…"

"Every time you cum, they'll get just a little bigger. I recommend you cool it for a while. Wouldn't want you getting too ridiculously proportioned."

"I- No! Undo it! I! My boobs! My- my ass!"

Blake shook her head. "I'm not even sure I could undo it if I wanted. But, I'll give you something that makes them stop growing every time you cum the next time you are good and choose to comply with the White Fang."

Weiss bit her lip and whimpered. Fuck! She was already so horny! Whatever was inside the dildo Blake gave her was still churning up her need, keeping her horny and craving to be bred- gods what it might be like to be plowed into, fucked silly, and filled with cum!

"Shh Kitten." Blake whispered and reached out to pat Weiss's head. "You just relax, try to enjoy your meal, and I'll be back later. Try not to cum. We do still have your training for today after all."

End of Chapter 21

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Chapter 22

Tw: Edging, humiliation, reference to being hospitalized for mental health issues

Weiss ate and tried to focus. She strived to think about how to get out- how to break whatever Mistress had done to her frazzled mind. She tried and tried, but every time she tried to think of herself as anything other than Blake's Kitten, it made her sex throb with need. Whatever it was, that b- bi- bit- Mistress… "Haa~" Weiss cried out. Fuck! Just thinking of her as a bitch was enough to trigger the reaction in Weiss. Infuriating… but it felt so good- and it felt even better when she gave in; when she forfeited the fight and thought about her Owner as Mistress. So… so good.

Weiss moaned and spread her legs. It was too much. Thinking was worthless, cumming was just so good; submitting was just too good. Weiss laid down on her bed, propping herself up with her knees as her paws slipped down to play with her drenched slit. She knew she shouldn't. She knew what it would do to her. She didn't want her body changed anymore! But her paw on her pussy felt so good. All she needed was more, deeper! With desperation, Weiss rushed around the bed to find her new toy. So big, thick, long… it could fill her so well. When she found it, she had some trouble balancing it between her paws, but eventually, she lined it up with her entrance. She cried out, some animal part of her mind rejoicing in being filled. Her tongue lulled out of her mouth as she panted. The only way it could be better would be if Blake were there; if only Owner could care for her, ease her through… maybe even tease her a little. It could be so fantastic!

The toy leaking into her had Weiss lost in her pleasure. So good, especially when paired with her growing tits- No! No! Weiss screamed! She screamed and she panted and forced herself off of the beautiful toy. "No…" She whimpered so weakly and collapsed on the bed. Her body wanted nothing more than to cum, hell! She wanted nothing more to cum! But… she couldn't. Her body had already been changed enough. Her… aching… desperate… slutty body… Fuck! She wanted to give in!

Weiss whined her frustration into the bed as her teased pussy leaked her wetness.

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted. "That was quite the show."

"Don't wanna cum…" Weiss whined. "Don't wanna get changed more…"

"Aww, poor Kitten. Are you even sure if you know what you want?" Blake walked up to the Kitten just to lean in for a closer look at Weiss's pussy. "This certainly looks like it needs to cum." She gathered just a little of Weiss's wetness on her fingers before teasing two at Weiss's entrance.

"Haannn~" Weiss cried out. She buried her face into the bedding before she could make any other embarrassing noises.

"Poor Kitten. Did your toy slip out? You sure you don't want me to help you put it back in?"

"N- noo!" Weiss yelped.

"Aww, well… we will need to use it for some of your training… but maybe if you're good, we will only make you deep throat it today? That sound good?" There was no right for it to sound so good. Weiss wanted to feel the toy forced down her throat, to have Mistress pet her head and ram it in her mouth.

Weiss just whined.

"Aww… I'm sorry you're having such a rough day. But, remember, day after tomorrow you get your chance to be good and help us out again. The White Fang would really appreciate having your help."

"And you'll undo this damn growing thing!" Weiss let out a defeated little whimper.

"I promise." Blake assured.

The faunus's promises had always seemed to be genuine, something Blake followed through on, so her words actually were mildly assuring for the stressed Kitten. Assured or no, Weiss curled up in on herself. She felt more comfortable like that; safer.

"Kitten?" Blake's taunting tone turned tender. With her dry hand, she reached out and caressed down Weiss's back. She was careful to avoid the sensitive spot and startle Weiss too much.

"What?" Weiss huffed.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going to make me cum again." Weiss pouted like it was something she didn't crave to her very bones.

"Who said that?" Blake's fingers scratched gently at Weiss's back.

"You said you were coming back for training?"

"Would it make you feel better if I let you choose whether or not you want to cum?" Blake offered.

"So what? You've done so much to me that I'll be begging to cum after just a couple minutes."

"You are such an adorable Kitten when you're being honest with yourself."

"Shut up Mistress." Weiss pouted harder. She loved the praise though. Compliments and praise were a rare thing in the Schnee household; an extinct myth in the SDC. It was only ever something she very occasionally got at school through her stray hookups or people trying to hit on her- and being as it came from people she barely knew, those never felt quite the same.

Blake chuckled. "Well, you know how I can be. I don't much let you change your mind, now do I?"

"Really? If I say I don't want to, you won't make me?" Weiss perked.

"Sure." Blake answered, but shifted her head from one side to the other as she thought it over. "But if you say no, then I'll put you back in the belt."

Horror took over Weiss's face as a retaliation dawned on her. She wanted the belt. All the torture of her week so far, and she wanted the belt back. It was the only way to ensure she didn't go too far, that she couldn't give into herself.

"So?"

"I- I don't want to cum. And… you can put me back in the belt- but… can you put some more padding in it before you put it on?" Weiss requested sheepishly as she looked down to the small bruises and chafing on her hips from where it had sat.

"Already done Kitten. I was fixing it up after I left because I saw your hips starting to chafe, plus it wouldn't fit the same with your… new size downstairs."

"Oh? Oh shit…" Weiss's jaw dropped at the realization. Her paws went to her ass, pressing against her new, rounder tush. It was beautiful. Better than it had looked even after her freshman twenty-five; something she might have gone overboard in correcting and keeping off ever since. God, from a certain angle, it almost looked like her mother's. Smaller for sure, but… still. "Wait.. you didn't just size it up, right?"

"No, I told you, I saw your hips starting to chafe and I'd been planning a mod for your belt to make it easier since I noticed it on Tuesday." Tuesday? That was before Weiss herself even began to notice! Why… why did she have to be so thoughtful; caring. It was thoroughly unbecoming of an abusive kidnapping rapist captor. It was also something Weiss had always wished she could find in a partner. That… and someone dominant, stern, but ultimately just concerned with her well-being… but she had also always wanted an equal sharing of support and power when not specifically in bed. That was something she and Blake very specifically did not have- and it was a ridiculously ludicrous thought anyways! They weren't anything of the sort! And Blake's insistence on being sweet when she wasn't being… Owner didn't change anything about that.

"You alright?" Blake questioned softly.

"I'm… fine." Weiss tried to assure, but a contemplative look lingered on her face.

"If it's getting worse than I thought, I can put some of that ointment on you before your training? I was going to put it on after, but I can do it right now if that's better?"

Weiss couldn't help but think back to the first time Blake had played with her, how after, Blake ordered her to take care of herself; how special she felt.

"And I promise, no more skipping aftercare." Blake offered a small smile. "The edging should be a lot better if you don't have to worry about the drop of being alone immediately after." Blake's smile was so kind, comforting- it was home. More of one than Schnee manor had ever been; more than her apartment. Owner was home.

Weiss wanted to cry. It was too much. Too much softness all at once. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?

"Kitten? What's going on with you?" Blake reached out with a concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong! I'm just! I-" Weiss stammered.

Blake was smart. She knew something was wrong. More specifically, she knew Weiss wouldn't come clean on her own, and there was no point in pushing her. "Alright Kitten. But today we are trying a new position." Blake notified before lifting her Kitten up like a doll. It was far too easy for her to just pull Weiss over and plop her down in her lap. "How's that Kitten?" Blake asked, situating the Kitten so she sat perpendicular in Blake's lap with legs parted, her pussy out on open display. This way she could watch her Kitten's face as things proceeded.

Weiss whined and nodded. It felt good to be in Blake's lap.

"Do you think you can tell me when you get close?"

Weiss flushed. "I can… I can try?" She sheepishly offered.

"That's all I ask Kitten."

Then… something entirely new happened. Without any prompting, Weiss curled into Blake. She snuggled into the faunus as Blake's hand went to between her legs.

"Shh, shh, shh. It'll all be alright Kitten." Blake comforted. It worked better than she could have even hoped. Weiss melted into a little puddle of heiress turned Kitten.

Blake's fingers moved slow. That was what Weiss needed, she needed a slow build today, a build to a denied peak. After that denied peak, Blake would adore holding her whimpering mess of a Kitten close.

"Good Miss." Weiss panted huskily.

"Are you sure you don't want to cum Kitten?" Blake offered the tease.

"You! You said you wouldn't-"

"I'm going slow. I know you have the strength to say no if you really don't want to cum."

"I- I don't." Weiss's voice trembled with uncertainty.

"That's good… but… I don't think it was very convincing. I need to know for certain that you don't want to cum." Blake's fingers began to delve into Weiss's pussy. The Kitten was so warm and slick, with greedy walls that clamped around the slightest intrusion, milking it for everything it could give. "I think I need to hear you beg."

"B- beg?"

"Yes, I think if you begged me- convincingly." Blake leveled her gaze at Weiss to make sure the Kitten knew it must be good. "Then I'll know you really didn't want to cum no matter how much you beg and plead for it later."

Weiss panted and hid her face into Blake's shoulder. She panted and clung into Blake like the faunus could help alleviate her shame.

"Unless you want me to make you cum a dozen times? I wouldn't mind getting to see you-"

"Fine! I! Please! Please Mistress! Please don't… don't let me cum! I- I want my chastity belt back."

"Why do you want it back Kitten?"

"Wha-"

"You can't trust yourself not to touch that slutty pussy of yours, huh?" Blake smirked, and Weiss knew what she had to do.

"Please… please don't let me cum and put my belt back on… I- I can't be trusted not to touch my… my slutty pussy." Weiss whined shameful- and all the more so because of how she felt herself slicken at it.

"You want me to tease you and edge you? Here, and here?" Blake's fingers delved deeper into Weiss as her other hand wrapped around the Kitten to grope at her breast.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Weiss cried out, humbling herself so much farther than she could handle, and her arousal feeding off of the shame the whole time. "T- tease and edge my pussy and tits." Weiss's body shuttered. It was so good. She needed this; needed Blake's touch. She couldn't believe it, but in desperation for more of the faunus's warmth, she wrapped her arms around Blake. The faunus was clothed; as she always was. But Weiss was nude as ever- bindings aside. Almost completely bare, ever, she clung to Blake and did her best to press them together. Blake's warmth just felt so good against her skin. It was everything her poor heart needed; the warmth of her Owner.

"It's ok Kitten, it's all ok." Blake whispered into Weiss's ear.

The Kitten slipped further and further after that. She had no tether to her former self- or at least, it felt that way. In Owner's arms, being pleasured, it felt like she needed nothing more; like she had so much of what had been missing before, she could just let go of the rest, all that petty pride, her title and status… what had it ever gotten her anyways? A cold apartment? Abusive father? Absent mother? A year trapped in that hell hole of a facility where they 'helped her get better'? Better at what? Fitting into a world where she just had to accept everything was horrible? At least Owner was warm. At least the faunus pretended to care about her- hell, maybe she even actually did?

"Getting close Kitten?" Blake whispered in a slightly out-of-breath tone.

"M… mhmm." Weiss nodded, but did her best to resist being pulled out of her own mind to respond with any more detail than that.

"Remember to tell me when you're about to."

Weiss just whined and nuzzled into her owner. She didn't want to have to do or say anything. She just wanted to sit, be pretty, and have Blake continue doing whatever she wished with her body. It was so comfortable like that; so nice, so sweet, so warm.

"Fine, you don't need words, but I expect you to get louder when you get close." Blake craned her neck so she could whisper right into Weiss's ear. "I want my Kitten to sound like the craven slut she is as she gets close; no faking, just honesty. If you are close, don't you dare stifle those little cries of pleasure; and I already know you're far from quiet Kitten."

Weiss's whines grew louder. Blake knowing her so well, being able to read her like a fucking book, it was almost cruel. In the most loving way, it was cruel; or at least, it felt that way to Weiss. How could someone so… evil be so caring, so… mean be so kind… how could someone with no reason to give a damn about her seem to care so much about her. The juxtaposition, and more specifically, how she almost thought it made some kind of sense in her jumbled mind. That was what felt so cruel. There was nothing ok, kind, or even right about how good Blake was at reading her, at making her melt, at giving her a home; a home right there, in her warm arms.

Inevitably, Weiss found herself almost screaming. As she had predicted, she begged to cum. She needed it, she was so close, and Blake's fingers were too good, too adept… and she could cum! She could cum if Blake just stopped pulling her fingers back right before she got there. She begged, she pleaded, she even squeezed at Blake and fought to buck her hips up onto the fingers that had her so close.

No amount of begging found her relief, however. All it got her was more light, beautiful, loving teasing. It continued like that until Weiss wondered if that was really what she wanted all along. Desperation in its own way was beautiful. It felt so good to be on the edge, even if it was painful… it still felt fantastic.

When it was over, and Weiss could do no more than make weak jumbled, and unintelligible noises, Blake kissed her forehead and slipped the belt on for her. It was softer now, more cushioned. But… it was also very clear a part of the cushioning was to prevent Weiss from getting any pleasure from it at all. Even the spot just above her ass was covered.

With the belt secured, Blake laid Weiss down over her lap and broke out her treats. A good Kitten deserves treats after all. Weiss happily ate from the palm of her hand, drank the water she brought, and snuggled into her when it was all done. Blake was smart enough to know it likely wouldn't last, but for now, her Kitten was happy.

End of Chapter 22

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Chapter 23

Things seemed to be back to normal when Weiss woke- well, normal for her new life on Menagerie and plus the chastity belt. Then again, her body was craving release more than ever. She even found herself trying to play with her new breasts. They were phenomenal. Bigger than she'd ever wanted… but beautiful. She'd never be able to hide the change. No shirt, no bra, hell, not even a binder would hide all of that or even come close to making her look like her old self again. Then there was her ass. Well, all of her pants back home were useless. Thankfully, she did wear skirts or dresses more than anything… but the tighter ones were a hopeless cause… so were any of the shorter ones- as long as she didn't want anyone getting an eyeful if she ever bent over that is.

It was fucked. Fucked how that thought made Weiss slicken; how it made her wish to rub herself against anything, something, OWNER. How beautiful it might be to be privileged to sit at Blake's feet like a good Kitten, to be allowed to come closer and rub her greedy little cunt on Owner's foot till she came. Maybe, if Owner felt kind, she'd even pat Weiss's head as she came; a true dream would be to have that spot behind her ears scratched, to feel that mind-numbing pleasure and then cum her poor brains out right onto Owner's foot. It sounded like such a dream- it sounded that way because it was. She'd literally had that dream as she slept in Blake's arms, she just forgot about it by the time she woke up.

Aside from her ample arousal and failed attempts to get off with the belt on, Weiss continued with the old routine. Eat a little, take a cat nap, rinse, repeat. Her bedding was comfortable enough. Whenever it got too soaked with her arousal, Owner was kind enough to bring in a replacement and wash the old ones. Owner was so sweet like that. She always cared if Weiss was comfortable or-

Weiss shook her head. Whatever Blake had been doing to her brain, it worked far too well. She needed to get away from it all, to get some semblance of normality again. Maybe if she could wear clothes again, cook her own meals, do something- really anything but masturbate to pass the time, maybe then she'd be able to get her head back to normal? She hoped so. And it was comforting to know all she had to do was say that she was admit to being a White Fang slut. It was stupid that she'd ever fought admitting something so true. Like it or not Blake was a member of the White Fang, and if Weiss were honest with herself, it was true that she couldn't wait till she could eat her Owner out every da- No! No! She! She wasn't Owner! Blake was just- her wonderful kind Owner- No! Just! Just some bitch who kidnapped her!

Again, Weiss's body lashed out at her for what she'd done- or in this case, thought. She keened, a Kitten all but entering heat for her transgressions. Her body desperately needed sating; as if it were trying to lash out with demanding she have the traitorous thoughts fucked out of her poor little brain. And that sounded so good; to have every single thought fucked out of her- to be plowed till she was nothing but a soaked little pussy craving more. Yowling, keening, crying, and pleading, Weiss found Blake's name on her lips. She hadn't expected it, but Blake even actually came. She came to care for her, to ease her through the pain.

It was a foggy memory, one clouded with her craving for pleasure, but Weiss could remember pleading with Blake. She wasn't sure, but she thought when Blake denied letting her cum, she even begged her owner to just be teased, to be edged again. She knew, all she'd really been looking for when or if she asked that of Blake, what she was really looking for was more comfort, more of her owner's touch. She also knew, she got it; just not in quite the way she'd requested.

Instead of taking off the belt and edging Weiss, Blake just held her tight, pet down her back, and scratched gently through her scalp. It… it wasn't what Weiss wanted, but it was everything she could have needed. She keened and begged, but Blake never waivered. All the faunus did was hold her tight, soothe her through, and praise her for being so strong, so good, so patient.

If Weiss could have recorded that, she would have. She would have taken the audio file all the way back to Atlas with her. So many times in her life she just needed someone to tell her she was doing well; being strong in the face of something hard. She wasn't sure initially when she woke, but the stiff trails of tears on her face told Weiss she'd cried into Blake that night; sobbed into her- probably most of the night, but the faunus just kept holding her.

Her eyes were puffy and sore when she managed to open them, but a small check told her Blake was still there. The faunus fell asleep, sitting in the bed, propped up against the wall, and with Weiss curled up in her lap. That was… stunning. Blake had never stayed with her through the night- and she's certainly never held and comforted her so long that she fell asleep. Such an idea was… well it was suicide, right?

Weiss looked between herself and Blake, testing to see if it was a trap of some sort. If Blake was really asleep… sure, Weiss was bound… but… she could actually try and do something- could this be her chance to escape? She'd trained to be a huntress- though not for long, and it was years ago… but what was more defenseless than a sleeping human? She could do it! She could really do it! But… could she? Sure it was physically possible, but… what was Weiss's chance of being capable of actually do… whatever it would require to escape to her owner.

If she even wanted to try, she'd have to get out of her paws… the best method would likely be… Weiss's stomach turned. If she wanted to get out- if she wanted any real chance to get out, she would likely have to snap Blake's neck. It'd be clean, simple, and it'd give her the time she'd need to find Blake's scroll and deactivate the collar. From there, all she'd have to do would be call her father. Sure, he hadn't freed all of faunus kind to save her, but if all he had to do was send a hovercraft to Menagerie, Jacques would likely leap to get her back and start recouping the Schnee image.

Weiss had to do this. It was the answer; the only way to go home. Because… because she wanted to go home- she needed to! She needed to escape this before she fell any further! If she went home now, she might even be able to go more or less back to normal! Maybe… maybe she'd need to break out her toys more frequently now, but her heightened arousal wasn't anything inhuman… and… and what else were CEO lunch breaks for other than getting off and taking naps? Given the amount of spare panties she'd found in her father's office- ones that were clearly not her mother's at that- that was certainly what Jacques did with the position. And… and… a couple months away from the public eye to get a minor reduction surgery wouldn't be bad. Everyone else would just think she got work done to enlarge her breasts, rather than shrink them back to something closer to where she'd started.

Her life back at Atlass was in reach. She could taste it; literally, that is what the leather of her paws tasted like between her teeth… her way home. And all she had to do was kill the woman who'd raped, tortured, fed, cared for, praised… and maybe even loved her for the past couple weeks. That's all she had to do, and she'd be allowed to go back. Back to her cold, secluded, lonesome apartment. The isolated life where she compromised every principle she'd ever had to move up a corporate ladder. This was what she had to do. Weiss had to do it- and she could even feel her paw glove coming loose.

Fingers slipped free of their position in the glove, and Weiss could move her hand. It was so close, she could take it off. She flexed and released her hand and it came free with ease. The paw was off. She could easily undo the straps for the second one. And then… then she'd have no reason not to- no excuse. She'd have to go back to her old life. The same one that found her in a cold hospital bed with a frustrated father looking down on her- judgmentally asking her why she'd done this to him. The same life that left her there for another year.

Her other paw was off… She had her hands, and the faunus was so fast asleep she was snoring. Even over the pound of her heart in her ears, Weiss could tell it was real. Blake had completely fallen asleep holding her while she cried- Weiss was fairly certain even her own mother hadn't held her when she cried as a baby. Klein had… but he passed when she turned eighteen. So that made it… almost seven years since…

But Weiss had no excuse. She had to do this. She had to…

When Blake woke, it was to a beautiful little Kitten's white hair in her face, something rough and scratchy against her neck or shoulder, and a soft pained whine near her ear. She smiled softly for a moment figuring it must be Weiss- Fuck! She fell asleep next to the Kitten! To the murderous heiress; the bitch who signed off on the systematic murdering and enslavement of the whole of the faunus people. Eyes shot open and her arms flew up defensively. How stupid! Falling asleep by the heiress was a death wish!

Kitten whined in disappointment. She whined and held the singular paw glove that had been removed in her teeth. She held up her other hand like a wounded paw; or an innocent hand.

Blake's heart still pounded in her head from her slip up. She could have died. Weiss could have so easily taken the second paw off and strangled her in her sleep. Adrenaline rushed through her, but she could see the worry in her Kitten's eyes. Could the paw have come off by accident? If it had while Weiss was mentally in Kitten mode, it could have assuredly been concerning… though… if it had, there were certainly a litany of other issues there.

The Kitten whimpered lightly and pressed the paw glove in her mouth to Blake's cheek.

Blake tried to hide her fear and all the adrenaline that still ran through her from the fear of death. "You… you need your paw Kitten?" Blake questioned in a wavering voice.

The Kitten nodded with tears welling in her eyes. She raised her gloved paw to wipe them away, but only realized the accident a moment too late. The other glove had been put back on sloppily- by someone with only one hand to do it. Blake saw it, and they both knew what it meant; what choice Weiss had made- that Weiss wasn't crying about any paw that had just slipped off… but with worry for whether she'd made the wrong decision.

"Ok, I've got you Kitten." Blake offer kindly and took the paw glove. Gently, she slipped it back on for Weiss. She made extra careful not to tie it too tight; a small detail to tell the Kitten that she wasn't mad for what Weiss almost did, but that she was happy Kitten won out. Again… that distinction ran so thin. Could Weiss really be a murderous heiress if she couldn't bring herself to take one life for her freedom? Could Kitten really be the one crying with fear she'd made a mistake?

Blake just wasn't ready to admit they were one in the same.

As she finished fastening the glove, Weiss collapsed into her and cried a new. Blake held her, held her close, and hummed soft grateful lullabies till the crying stopped.

Neither could really pinpoint how, or where they'd landed. But, after that day, things began to change.

End of Chapter 23

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Chapter 24

Content warning: Soft cuddles, hints at Weiss's trauma from life back in Atlas

That day, there was no training. Weiss was clearly not up for something so sexual, and Blake couldn't bring herself to force it upon her. If Blake were honest, she had no taste for it that day either. Instead, she held Weiss, cuddled her, and even asked the heiress what her favorite show was. She was surprised when the heiress answered something Blake had watched in her childhood. It was something about a dysfunctional- though loving family and their struggles to make it through the years when each week was paycheck to paycheck. Blake hadn't grown up poor- a Belladonna and high amongst the ranks of the White Fang, but she had learned struggle when on the road with the rest of the renegades. She wondered what Weiss got from the show, but she hadn't the coldness left in her warmed heart to question it. Wanting to comfort Weiss, she found a copy of it on the connection Weiss's privileged scroll somehow managed to get all the way out on the island and held it up for them to watch. They cuddled together like that, occasionally giggling at the stray joke, snuggling, and… and… did Weiss- did Kitten- did… did she just?

Kiten? Weiss? One of them? Both of them? Fuck, the most logical conclusion felt to be that it was someone else entirely! Whoever it was, they kissed Blake's cheek. She kissed and snuggled up closer. She was too cute like that. Too cute and Blake needed to think- to process what the hell just happened, but… but Weiss was cuddled close to her, and she was sleepy and… but! She couldn't let herself fall back asleep! That would be bad. Weiss demonstrated she could slip from the paw bindings… she'd also demonstrated that she could be trusted in a way… in a way Blake could hardly believe. It was comfortable, and she was tired, and the heiress had done so well, been so good, and… and… Blake kissed her Kitten back. On the forehead, but it was a kiss. Not the taunt like every other times she allowed her lips to grace the heiress's body.

"You've done so well today Kitten." Blake praised with heavy eyelids. "You were so good and…" She wanted to address what she was speaking of more directly, but… there just weren't words for it. Frankly, simply saying 'thank you for not killing me' felt a little crude for her intentions. "Thank you." She settled on what felt like the dumbest thing to say. "If you want, this is it. We'll try to ramp up slow; make them as easy for you as we can. If you can help us out… this'll be done. I'll do my best to make your day-to-day as palatable for you as possible. If there's anything you want, I'll get it for you." Blake seemed to trail off drowsily. "Hopefully… hopefully, Jacques will cave quickly and you'll be on your way home… home n'... n' you'll never have to…" Blake yawned. "Never have to deal with me again"

"N… nu." Weiss stirred from her state, lingering on the edge of sleep.

"No wha… Kttn…" Blake's eyes slipped closed, and she was asleep again. Asleep, exposed, vulnerable.

"N… no!" Weiss hiccuped with fear, but Blake didn't wake. She may have been a cat faunus, but she was a heavy sleeper.

It wasn't long before the Kitten found herself crying into Blake once more. This time, she didn't even consider removing her paws. She just clung to Blake and tried to figure how much of her emotions were really her, and how much was whatever Blake had done to her. Either way, that night, as she cried into her Owner, she had but one thought. One thought, set to the background of something Blake had once said to her "You're mine I'm the only one who can hurt you now" Those words looped in Weiss's mind. Had the faunus meant them? It sounded evil the first time she'd heard them… but… now it seemed so much more like a promise Blake was intending to break. She could almost deal with only ever being hurt by one person for the rest of her life; all the more so if it was Blake.

It all made for one thought. She needed Blake.

They didn't sleep forever. Again, Blake woke first- to a new wave of shock and guilt. Weiss hadn't so much as fiddled with the loose paw gloves. Blake considered removing them for Weiss, but feared that might actually stress the Kitten out to have them removed without warning. Instead, she just loosened them. If Weiss wanted them removed, she could do that easily on her own now. The ribbons wouldn't be hard with both her arms free, so Blake left those alone. For the Kitten's comfort, she removed the belt. Somehow, Weiss didn't wake through all that- or if she did, she pretended to be asleep. Either way, when it was all over, Blake Kissed Weiss's forehead and wiped away the trails of tears that lingered on her Kitten's face. For good measure, and nothing else- because it would have been bad measure to let her hostage catch a cold and get sick, Blake pulled the blankets over her Kitten and tucked her in for the night.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the scroll also controlled Weiss's collar, Blake would have left it with the show playing for Weiss, but… she couldn't. If- when. It was a matter of when now- and in her heart of hearts, Blake knew when would be in only a short matter of hours. When Weiss complied, maybe she could move in a television to keep Weiss busy during her days in captivity. She'd earned it, that much was sure. Hell, for her life, moving the television out of her own room and down to Weiss's was still a lackluster trade. But, that was a problem to be dealt with another day. For now, Blake had a White fang meeting to attend to- one she was already late for… but there she lingered by Weiss's bedside. Things would change tomorrow. Weiss wouldn't much be her Kitten anymore; she'd just be the captive down in the basement. That was more or less the deal they had. Blake would honor it. She didn't want to. She wanted to keep her Kitten, to hold Weiss close a little longer. But… that was just dumb ass wires getting crossed in her head. It'd been since Adam that she'd had anyone- so it was still all too easy for the wires of 'person I'm fucking' and 'person I have romantic feelings for' to get crossed. That was what Blake assured herself with. It made sense. Right? Yes! It had to. Had to. She couldn't have actual feelings for a fucking Schnee! A Schnee who voted for the… but Blake didn't much believe that did she. It stunk from the moment she heard it. Weiss wasn't the person who would vote for that, these weeks only proved that to her. It's not like White Fang votes had never been fudged by the maniacal intentions of their leader before… it wasn't unrealistic that the Schnee Dust Corporation of all things could slip into the same trap. She'd have to ask Weiss of that one day- to learn the truth. Best to wait tho. If she had confirmation now, she might lose her nerve- Blake scoffed to herself. Lose her nerve, as if she hadn't lost it already, falling asleep with the heiress, twice at that!

Blake wiped her face clean of tears before they could fall. "Goodnight my good Kitten." She whispered the praise and kissed Weiss's cheek before standing and heading off.

The White Fang hall was emptier than the new empty usual when Blake arrived. She knew Marrow, Jaune, Coco, and Neon were off on an operation, but without them, it felt just so empty.

"You're late." Velvet fretted, arms crossed over herself anxiously.

"Sorry." Blake held her head a little low.

"You want to tell us what the status is?" Sun gruffed.

Ilia just stood silently in her corner, only visible because of her outfit as the rest of her blended into the dark meeting hall.

"She'll comply tomorrow." Blake assured.

"She better!" Sun snapped.

"Hey! It was your boyfriend's idea to have the whole thing work weekly." Ilia's voice seemed to boom far too loud for someone nearly invisible.

"Guys! Don't fight." Velvet shrunk to fit her small voice.

"I just want this over and done with!" Sun glared at the ground.

"We all do! But this was the plan!"

"The plan's working." Blake tried to ease tensions.

"It's working too damn slow!" Sun's head rose just to display his fury. "Anything other than getting this over with yesterday is too slow! Neptune is in danger every day that we sit here! Weiss's father suspects someone close to her tipped Blake off; told her to get caught; you know, exactly what Neptune did! The whole reason this operation is even happening!"

"You're not the…"

"I'm not!" Sun turned to Velvet.

"You're not the only…" Velvet tried louder, but she still barely broke a whisper.

"WHAT!?"

"You're not the only one with someone in danger out there!" Ilia yelled.

Sun shut up quickly at that.

"It doesn't mean we can be inhuman monsters… it doesn't mean we can be them."

Sun gritted his teeth. "Aren't we already? What's the point of these fucking half-measures!"

"It doesn't matter. She's… broken." The word echoed in Blake's mind just to sear itself there; like a brand she'd have to live with whenever she took an inventory of herself. A marker of what she'd done. "We stick to the plan, and she'll do whatever we want."

"Sure." Sun huffed. "Just make it quick."

"The plan was small escalations! Boil the frog in a bath that only raises one degree at a time." Ilia quoted Sun's boyfriend back to him.

"Enough about Weiss. How is Neon's op going?"

Velvet shook her head, ears drooping.

"Well, you're the one in contact with Coco!" Sun pressured Velvet.

"I haven't heard from her since last night."

"That's twice what I get from Neptune when he's working a mission."

"She always messages before she goes to bed and as soon as she wakes up." Velvet's breath hitched in her throat.

"Is she alright?"

"I think so?" Velvet guessed. "She's been missing more and more, but she says it's because the SDC has their officers working to the bone."

"Can someone tell me why we didn't send me again? I get sending the non-faunus, Marrow, and Neon; they can hide their tails easy, but I literally BLEND right in! They can only tell if I-"

"You know damn well why." Blake huffed.

"I am one of the only faunus that would be safe on a mission like that; hiding into the Atlesian military. Better me than Marrow! They'll recognize him under that stupid wig."

"Yes, but then one Cardin, or one Schnee would say the faunus are an inferior race and-" Blake stopped herself at the first sign of Ilia turning red with fury. She'd made her point.

"They're not safe!"

"Which is why we need to get them out! And we do it through hastening this shit with Weiss." Sun tried to spin Ilia's words into agreement.

"Hey, Neon said Flynt was ready to flip." Velvet tried to cheer the room in a scared voice. "If… if she believes in him, then I do too. He'll do what's right." She wasn't nearly as confident as her words. Her voice might have wavered, but her whole body shook like a leaf amidst Menagerie's worst hurricane.

"Velvet's right. With Flynt working for us, we'll have that much more of a foothold in Atlas." Blake exhaled slowly. "Hopefully it won't matter, but we'll see."

"And Qrow?" Sun asked of the whole room, but mostly Ilia who had last been in contact with him.

"He's off doing something with Ruby, Yang, the robot, and the kid."

"Is he really a kid if he's… older than all of us put together and times like… a thousand?" Sun huffed.

"They still running queen grimm all over the map?" Blake asked.

"Pretty much." Ilia confirmed.

"Alright." Blake nodded.

"So? We'll have a video to send out tomorrow?" Sun's irritable tone pressed things along.

"One way or another, I'll have something for you."

End of Chapter 24

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Chapter 25

None of Weiss's growing fears abated in the slightest when she woke alone. Again, it was one of those things where she had no real reason to expect Blake would stick around. The faunus was her captor, not her girlfriend. There was no reasonable expectation of waking anything but alone in the mornings. Maybe she'd just grown spoiled from the sweet day where they cuddled and watched her favorite show together. It didn't matter though. She'd comply today, she'd do whatever Blake wanted. The idea of things changing… it broke her a little, but, so did the idea of her body being changed.

As she'd expected, Blake appeared only a minute or two before Weiss finished her breakfast.

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted gently, her tone tired and somber.

"I'll do it." Weiss offered.

"I figured." Blake nodded. "Already pulled out your outfit, grabbed the camera, and printed out what we want you to say."

"I can go now if you give me a minute to look over it?"

Blake nodded and passed off the printed off script.

Weiss had some trouble maneuvering it around with the paws on, but it wasn't too hard. She read it over; minimal additions, but nothing more than she anticipated. "I presume it's ok if I am imperfect as long as I am willing to do retakes?"

"The point is to free the faunus, not to taunt you or catch you on technicalities Kitten."

"Then, yes I'm ready."

"I Weiss Schnee have been taken by the White Fang, and am happy to have been taken from my home at the SDC where they enslave and abuse innocent faunus. Ever since being taken, I've been being trained into their happy little kitten. I love it so much when they abuse my holes! My new owner was even nice enough to help make my body sluttier!" Weiss's hands found her newly enlarged breasts and played with them. She got distracted for longer than was intended in the script, and her pebbled nipples perked right through the tiny bikini- the same one Blake had been forced to wear, and it actually fit Weiss rather well now that her body had been modified a little. "Maybe she'll do more? I just hope they make me such a mindless faunus fuck slut that I forget what I let the Atleaian government do to the innocent faunus people. They… they deserved better." Weiss's faux bubbly expression died entirely as she finished the last line. Her hands fell to her sides, and her expression turned pained- almost heartbroken. "I let them do this…" Weiss trailed off and turned away. "Is that take ok? I- I know I went a little off scri-"

"No, it was perfectly fine." Blake saved the video and quickly sent it over to Neptune to have it be used as a threat against Weiss's father. If that failed, they'd go public and proceed accordingly. "I guess… I owe you some space now?" Blake lingered like she actually had hope Weiss might request her to stay.

"Yeah." Weiss wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to shy away from something.

"Oh, and… you're wardrobe, the fridge, kitchen, and everything. I need to unlock it all for you."

"You can… do it later?" Weiss's small voice requested as if she were afraid of Blake changing her mind about allowing her the extra privileges.

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I'll probably nap in a bit. You can remove it all while I sleep."

"Ok Kit-" Blake stopped herself. "Ok Weiss." The room was solemnly quiet for a moment. The only noise became Blake's chunky short heels clicking as she turned to leave. The noise slowly grew quieter, and when they stopped, Weiss allowed herself to sob, to let loose the heavy breathy, ugly sobs she never let anyone see ever since Winter once told her it was something unbecoming to show others.

Weiss's sobs were loud enough and took up enough of her energy that she didn't notice as Blake returned. The faunus stood in the doorway, watching her Kitten cry. She wanted to do something, to say something, to just go up and hold her little Kitten. But that wasn't something she was allowed to do anymore. Weiss complied. She wasn't Kitten. She was Schnee.

Blake waited just long enough for Weiss to begin to calm down- though the heiress still cried and hiccuped her sorrow, it was just quieter. "I… came back to give you this. Take it with water and… and you won't grow anymore when you climax." Blake dropped off a prescription bottle with a singular pill in it before retreating to occupy her traitorous mind with anything other than how she needed to be there for the Schnee. If she lingered… she might have broken.

Weiss took the antidote for what Blake had done to her. She didn't feel any different, but she trusted that it worked. Tired, drained, and emotionally exhausted, she found her way back to her bed. She could still smell Blake. The faunus used a nice shampoo, lightly scented with coconut, and her natural odor was slightly earthy. It just made her miss behind held as she slept. Needing to get as close to that as possible, Weiss curled up just how she would if she were still tied up in her bindings, and even pulled the covers over herself with her teeth. It was time to sleep, to dream, to forget- or at least try her best to do so.

Blake watched over Weiss through the cameras she had set up in the room. She momentarily considered that maybe it was technically against their deal; that it was an invasion of the rights newly returned to the heiress. She considered it, but it didn't last long being as it was that she still had to ensure Weiss didn't plan anything or attempt an escape. When Weiss fell asleep, she found it only right to go down and start unlocking things for Weiss.

First the armoire. She opened it up and took stock of everything inside. Most of it would have been loose before, but what still fit Weiss would be tight now… though, not tight to a point of discomfort- hopefully at least. If it were an issue, she could get some replacements. Actually… she might need to get some replacements anyways. A couple of the clothing options might have been more humorous than intended to actually deliver the comfort of clothing. Well… Blake found them humorous at first, knowing what Weiss might say about them kind of ruined that. Either way, it was something Blake could deal with later.

Armoire unlocked, Blake turned her attention to the kitchenette. It actually approached a full kitchen, but it was small, compact with only two burners and an oven little more than a glorified toaster. But, it had a full fridge, a sink, things to cook with, and a decent microwave. So it would be able to do the trick for almost anything reasonable cooked for one. Blake removed all the locks from everything, stocked the fridge with mostly reasonable things; really just half of what she had been planning to eat for herself over the next week. To finish, she pulled a folding dining table out from another room in the basement used for storage. It was there that she found an old television and propped it up on the table. It wouldn't get all the channels, but if Weiss could settle for shitty sitcoms? It should be able to do just fine. Plus, it was likely Weiss would be thankful for anything after having nothing to do for so long. With everything finished, Blake settled down at the table to write Weiss a little note.

When Weiss woke, she was alone. She knew that was how it would be, but that didn't make it any more pleasant. Maybe because she was used to it by now, or maybe just because she wanted something to stay stable, Weiss crawled out of bed on her hands and knees; just like Kitten would. She'd barely even opened her eyes as she arrived at her bowl. She lowered her head to lap some of the water up, but it was almost entirely empty- barely more than a drop or two left, only enough to wet her tongue. She let loose a disappointed whine before turning to her other bowl. She hoped that maybe there'd be some yogurt or maybe a soup of some sort? That'd help hydrate her some. But no. All she could taste was the cold metal of her bowl. That was when it sunk in. "No more of that, right… no more." Weiss sat back on her heels sadly. "No more." She repeated for herself, fighting to engrain it into her mind; to kill the part of her that didn't want it to be true. She sat there for a long moment and tried to accept it, to prepare herself for the rest of her week. Eventually, she found it in herself to stand.

As usual, it was chilly in her room, so Weiss headed to the armoire first. She had to laugh at what she found. A whole section had been devoted to kitten ears; those little dinky things on a headband. Yeah, that seemed like Blake, giving her headbands, but only ones with dumb little cat ears. Weiss smiled as she gently graced her fingers over the fluffy ears. They were cute, something she'd gladly wear on Halloween.

Of course, that wasn't all there was. Most notably, there were a series of shirts and reasonably sized skirts with cute cat or fish prints on them. Blake really went for a theme, but… if Weiss were honest, it was a cute theme, and the clothes seemed like the type of comfortable thing her father would never let her wear. Brothers, she was actually kind of excited to wear some of it.

Some of the things she was less than excited to wear… the thongs that had been piled up in the corner, the bras that looked like they'd be more decoration than support- something she'd had the luxury of in the past, but no longer, and the tube tops with a little cat-shaped boob window. But, a few bad apples didn't quite ruin the bunch of clothing, especially considering there were a couple more modest sets of panties to be worn. In the end, that became the basis for her outfit. She just tried to ignore how the waistband of her underwear had 'perfect pussy' written repeatedly around it. Atop that, she found a cute little white skirt with the outline of cats all around it. For a top, she went basic, the single white tank in the closet and a sweater that matched her skirt in color and pattern. At least that would cover up her chest… though… it did look rather nice in the tank if she ignored how her nipples poked through without a bra.

The sweater was nice and warm. It would have made the outfit perfect if it weren't for her chilly toes. A little more looking around found some thigh-high socks. Weiss hadn't expected that. This way she could cover… well, pretty much however much of herself she wished. It was nice, but not necessarily something she expected to be an option. Either way, she was grateful all the way up until she slipped the first set on. Initially, she assumed they were just bunched up around her toes and the ball of her foot, but a quick look confirmed it was another joke. The socks had puffy cat paws on them. Toe beans and all.

Weiss frowned and faked a laugh. "Cute." She tried sarcastically, but… they were actually pretty cute. They were cute, and they seemed soft… and… and the fabric was warm and soft, gentle against the skin that had grown unfamiliar with clothes...

Walking with the kitten paw socks was… both easier and harder than she imagined. On the one hand, it meant walking flat-footed was… impossible; they worked as reverse high heels- well, not high, but still. On the other hand, the heiress had been wearing heels every day for… well, since she'd been forced to learn to wear them without falling. Between that, and a handful of years of ballet, it was so ingrained in her- and her adapted shortened Achilles heel that she even used them to fight back when she trained to be a huntress. All that to say, walking flatfooted wouldn't have been comfortable for the heiress not accustomed to it for anything longer than a trip from the bed to the bathroom. Even then she normally walked on the tips of her toes or the balls of her feet.

That just so happened to be where the socks were most comfortable. It made a nice little cushion to walk on as long as she walked like she was wearing heels. So, that is just what she did. It took her a moment, but eventually, she actually found them to be more comfortable than barefoot, or even most of the shoes she'd ever worn. So, that added up to be a win, even if the socks were sweet- no! Stupid and kitten themed. They were stupid. Just because she had to think of herself as a Kitten, that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. She was hungry, if she were honest, she kind of missed having her meals prepared. Even if she didn't love what it did to her neck, it was some kind of nice.

A quick check of the fridge proved useful, it was stocked, she had more than enough to fix something, she would for the next several days at least. Lacking the emotional energy to do anything more complicated, Weiss put together two eggs in a pan and nearly charred them. It was nothing like the painstakingly well prepared meals Blake delivered to her every morning, afternoon, and night. It was nothing like that, but it was food, so, she plopped a plate full of her meal down on the table Blake had set out for her and began to eat. It wasn't till she settled down that she found Blake's note.

'Hey there- guess I shouldn't be calling you Kitten now, huh?

Well, I set up the tv for you. It won't get all the channels I'm sure you're used to from back in Atlas. But, I checked, and channel seven plays old reruns of that show you like from two to six every evening. I filled up your fridge with half of what I had and unlocked everything. You already know where the bathroom is, you have free reign of it, and everything in the basement. Feel free to do whatever you wish down there. Speaking of, laundry room is at the end of the hall, go ahead and use it, soap and fabric softener is on the shelf to the left of the door.

Aside from all that, I won't come down to bother you till next week rolls around unless you want me to. If it's pressing, make a hollar, and even if I don't hear you, I'll get an alert that something's going on down there. If you don't care to tell it to me directly, drop a note on the table here, and I'll make my way in to read it when you're sleeping or something.

Give me a heads up if you need something new to cook or if you want me to start sending meals down again. The point isn't to cut my work load, it's to give you a reward. So, if you want your meals brought down, I even have one of those fancy cloche things I'm sure you Schnees have your meals presented to you in. Up to you.

Aside from that, I guess I'll see you in a week.

Till then Kitten Weiss.'

End of Chapter 25

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Chapter 26

Weiss wasn't completely sure what Blake meant by make a hollar, but two screams of her name seemed to do the job and have the faunus scrambling downstairs.

"You're- you're alright?" Blake questioned, almost stunned. Well, it did make sense that she'd be surprised that Weiss was alright. The last time Blake saw her, she'd been crying… sobbing… and… no! Don't think about it! "What's up K- Weiss?"

"You said I could get food like usual?"

"Well, I can throw it in the bowl, but I assumed if you wanted me cooking for you-"

"On a plate, please. The cloche is overkill." Weiss tried to summon all of her old entitled tone… but it felt like trying on an old dress that just didn't fit right anymore.

"Ok. Plate it is. You just want lunch or-"

"I'm… no chef." Weiss lifted her plate to display her almost blackened, but also somehow still runny eggs.

"Got it, I'll get on making you something then. I'll bring everything else down at normal times."

"Thanks." Weiss tried to smile, but it was weak. Anxiously, she pulled at the collar of her sweater. She'd grown accustomed to wearing clothes over the past couple weeks. Everything felt rather scratchy against her skin. If it weren't for what little modesty she had left, she might strip off everything but the comfy socks. At least that way she'd be comfortable.

"Oh! I! …" Blake pointed in Weiss's direction and seemed to hem and haw over how exactly she wanted to say something.

"What?" Weiss questioned quizzically.

"You… you umm…"

"What's wrong? Is something wrong with my outfit?" Weiss looked over herself worriedly.

"No, not at all. It's cute. It's just… You… the…" Blake anxiously fidgeted.

"I what?"

"The… writing. I never removed it for you; the things I wrote on you."

"Writing- I- Oh?" Weiss flushed slightly and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I can take it off for you? I'm sure you don't want that stuff written all over-"

"No!" Weiss yelped defensively, her arms squeezing herself tighter. "No…" She repeated softer, but almost scared.

"You're sure you-"

"I'm sure." Weiss seemed to shrink. "I- I meant it when I said I love it." She gently traced over her clothes where she knew the writing was underneath.

"Ok. Well, if you have any requests for meals, I will do my best." Blake pulled away.

"Thanks." Weiss nodded.

"You earned it… Kitten." Blake whispered the name to herself.

It became harder for Blake to slip in and drop off Weiss's meals while she was asleep now that Weiss had something to keep her occupied. Though, it wasn't quite impossible. The television was nice, but full activities it didn't much make. Weiss still found herself drifting off rather easily. Maybe Blake had done something to her to entice cat naps, but, most likely, she'd just grown accustomed to it and didn't have anything else to keep her awake. Either way, she fell asleep just before lunch, and then again before dinner.

She wouldn't have cared, but falling asleep like that meant that she missed her only opportunity to talk to another human. Something that, on the first day meant little, on the second day, left her mildly downtrodden, and on the third, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and stay in bed till she didn't have to deal with the silence any longer. It didn't get any better. She caught Blake once on the fourth day, and even twice on the fifth, but all three times, they never exchanged more than a "Hey, here's your food" and a soft "Thanks".

The small interactions were… well they were nice? No. That didn't encapsulate it, not at all. She longed for those small interactions. Come Wednesday, she was actively wishing that she might catch Blake as she came down to drop off some food. It was stupid. If she really wanted, she could have just asked Blake to come down, to spend some time with her. She could have, but she would never have let herself do that. She had far too much pride still, and as usual, it was getting in her way; depriving her of what she truly wanted. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last- though, with what Blake had been doing, breaking down her pride, she wondered.

It was that night, after missing Blake every time she came to drop off a meal, when she changed into pajamas that Weiss finally began to break. Her back turned to the front door, she stripped down to get ready for a longer sleep than the naps she'd been taking so often as of late, and that's when she saw it. The writing had begun to fade; Blake; Owner's writing… all those messages of care... or love… or whatever! They were fading. Some were almost gone entirely! She could live with the dirtier ones going away… but… the one that had said 'handle with care and love' it'd almost completely disappeared. There was no reasonable excuse, but… for some reason, Weiss felt… she felt like it wasn't true; like the fact that it rubbed off so easily meant it was a lie the whole time. That she'd never been 'beautiful' or 'sweet' or like she didn't deserve to be handled with care and love. It's not like she ever really had been handled with those things. It was clear Blake didn't actually feel them. If she had, then she'd not be working so hard to evade Weiss. Weiss felt sick. She felt sick and worthless. Well, worthless for all but one thing.

Overwhelming guilt had done a lot to keep her libido in check over the week. Feeling explicitly to blame for the death and enslavement of hundreds or thousands seemed to have the ability to just do that. But a thoughtless Kitten, that's what Blake wanted, right? Maybe if she could be that, Blake would come back down, maybe she'd hold her again; like she had that day Weiss begged and cried to be edged; the day Blake fell asleep next to her.

Weiss longed for that day. She longed for the warmth of Owner's arms, the soft whisper of her sushes right in her ear, and its supernatural power to soothe her. She knew only one way to even attempt to simulate that. "I'm… n- no- not a… K- Kitten. Not- Kitten." Arousal built quickly in her body, fast enough that she nearly collapsed onto her knees. She managed to just topple over onto her bed instead. Her needy pussy slickened with ease and her ass throbbed with ache.

Weiss hadn't touched herself in that way since making the video, and even that was just a gentle caress of her enlarged breasts. Guilt suppressed her craving to sate her body's arousal, but it had still been building the whole time. The better part of a week with no waiting herself, and she'd begun to soak through panties. She switched to the thongs and exclusively worn skirts because it was easier to just wipe the still small amount of slick that dripped down her thighs off rather than soak through panties and stay uncomfortable all day.

"Blake's not… not my… my Mistress or Owner or-" Desperation spiked and Weiss couldn't help but keen in her desperation. She keened, she whined, she even sobbed as her fingers slipped down and fought to satiate her. She made all the hollar she could, but Blake never came. She was alone, and the only soothing she could give herself was sexual. So, that's what she did.

Weiss rode her fingers, bucked her hips back and forth on them, and desperately fucked herself to what felt to be a stunningly unsatiating climax. She knew what she needed; well, it wasn't what she needed… she needed Blake. But, the toy that leaked liquid warmth would do. Scrambling around on the bed, she found it and slipped it inside herself with ease. It opened her up, parted her lips, and pressed all the way down, filling her up. She felt so much better like that. Almost like her worries could melt away if only it could fuck harder inside her. If she could fuck herself stupid, then she wouldn't need Blake, she wouldn't need Winter, or Jacques, she wouldn't need anyone! All she needed was to keep herself dumb; too blissed out to care. Too stupid to see how sad or lonely she was. Yeah, that was what she needed, that would fix it.

She bucked her hips harder and harder onto the toy as it bottomed out, she felt the base of it try to stretch her lips further. It hurt, but that just made it hotter. She liked the idea of being spread wide, but as the toy began to leak its fluid into her, she grew to love and crave it. The only tragedy was it would be too big to slip inside her any further. She'd need a new toy to satiate those cravings, but this was all she had.

Still, Weiss fucked herself so many times she collapsed. She couldn't quite count her own orgasms, but it felt like the toy warmed her seven or eight times. Something had changed of it. Her whole body felt warm, heated to the touch, aching for someone else. Somehow she felt more insecure than ever, craved Blake unlike ever before. She desperately wanted to feel her owner snuggle into her neck, nip, nuzzle, maybe even bite her. She came so much harder at that idea; the idea of Blake biting her, growling into her neck, and biting her so hard it left a scar. She came and the toy-filled her with warm, soul sating… something. She couldn't tell what it was, or why it felt so good as it filled her up, but she wanted more. She'd likely be using the toy every time she needed to relieve herself now. Even if only because it helped her escape her troubled, isolated mind.

Not that Weiss had all the time in the world left between then and when Saturday rolled back around with the chance to either end her limited freedom or extend it another week, but she continued using her toy rather avidly. It made for the perfect way to pass time, but more specifically, she used it to stave off the horrid feelings of isolation. Without Blake, the small room grew to be almost just as depressing as her home back in Atlas.

Although her home back in Atlas had the benefit of allowing her to interact with others, it also often also meant her family; something that… did more harm than good, but still, it did allot her some human interaction. Opposingly, a primary benefit of Menagerie was that she had the quiet she so often craved. Quiet, and she was yet to do something she felt to be actually morally abhorrent. Maybe a thing or two she felt was dirty, but… nothing that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

That Saturday, after a long night of fucking herself stupid, Weiss woke to the smell of blueberry pancakes. The last day, she had completely forgone clothes. It was easier to grope herself and fuck her needy holes that way. The only drawback turned out to be that she was completely bare with the toy still half sticking out of her filled pussy when Blake came down to set up their breakfast. "Hmm?" Weiss stirred with something in between a groan and a pleased moan.

"Hey there Ki-" Blake started in a chipper tone. "Hey, Weiss." She corrected, more somber the second time.

Weiss smiled eagerly at her title, but that died out quickly in response to Blake's correction. Why… why the hell did she want to be called Kitten so bad? Some corner of Weiss knew why. It was because Blake at least pretended to care about Kitten. Brothers, she wanted to cry, whine, and beg for Blake to pretend to care again, to come over, hold her, and kiss away her loneliness. Wait… Kiss? Since when had Weiss wanted Blake to kis-

"You ok over there?" Blake questioned with the slightest amount of care, and Weiss just felt some corner of her melt. What she wouldn't give to just be allowed to lay down at Owner's feet. It would be nice to rest her head on Owner's foot, nuzzle and purr out her pleased comfort. And if Owner would pet her? How perfect that could be. "Weiss?"

Weiss whined instinctively against the name. She wanted to be Kitten again! Not Weiss!

"K- Kitten?" Blake checked in such a timid voice that it snapped Weiss out of her drowsy induced honest haze.

"I! No! W- Weiss is fine!" Weiss struggled a moment, and her body revved her arousal in retaliation. But she still had the toy halfway inside her, and her body adored the small stretch. Her walls clamped on their own, and a small amount of bliss shot through her.

"Alright, Weiss it is." Blake nodded. "I brought you a nice meal? I figured it might be a nice treat before you either comply again or start going back to training."

"T- training?" Weiss's pussy clamped around her toy again.

"Of course, if you don't help out again, we'll go back to how things were last week. You remember the deal." Blake answered as she slowly began to cut up her pancakes. "Now, come on, put on some clothes and eat."

Weiss blinked slowly. She blinked and something she felt she was certain to regret slipped from her lips. "I- can… can we train first?"

End of Chapter 26

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Chapter 27

"You want me to do what?" Blake dropped her fork and everything that was on it back down to her plate in shock.

"I- I-" Weiss whimpered, suddenly feeling how nude and splayed out she was. She yanked the covers over herself and moved so the toy fell out of her. "I- umm… I'm not saying I won't comply, but… but… if I fail, I probably won't want to do anything after. So- so I would appreciate it if you just let me do the training now- er, well, after breakfast. But, before whatever you're going to ask me to do?"

"You're sure?" Blake raised an eyebrow. Weiss's explanation made some type of logic, a foggy one, but some type all the same. "You won't get any… benefit for doing it if you help out?"

"I know. I just… would appreciate having the option to do it now."

"And… if your training involved another change?"

"You're going to make my chest bigger again?"

"Not… not that type of change Kitten." Blake hesitated.

"I- I- I… I don't care! I just want you to-" Weiss caught herself before she said something far too much. "I just want you to get it over with." Weiss huffed a whimper. Her pussy ached to be played with again. The tease of being filled all night without another relief didn't help in the slightest.

"You want me to touch you? And do more things to you?"

Weiss nodded weakly. "A- after breakfast."

"All the better, I'd prefer you be nourished when things start."

Weiss nodded, hands slipping out of the bed to grab her clothes and throw them on under the covers. "Thanks." She offered as she approached the table for her meal.

"Have the clothes been good?" Blake questioned out of what seemed to be nowhere.

"Huh?"

"The clothes? I saw you kind of reeled away from most of them at first, but you seemed to warm up to most of it?" Blake followed up as she casually forked at her pancakes, eating the occasional bite.

A flash of understanding raced across Weiss's face as she realized exactly what Blake was talking about; most likely the thongs. Her cheeks burned. She knew Blake had the room covered in cameras, but having it addressed so blatantly? And a moment of such intimacy? When she was alone and changing? It suddenly didn't matter that Blake had seen it all… well with her new changes taken into account, Blake had probably seen her assets more than she had herself. "Yes!" Weiss yelped. "They… they've been fine… gaudy as they are; all the cat and fish prints." Weiss pouted.

"I thought a good Kitten would like that." Blake answered lackadaisicaly.

Weiss just grumbled.

"You are very cute in them Kitten." Blake offered sweetly.

"I! I thought I still had- that you weren't supposed to be…" Weiss stopped herself. She didn't need her body rebelling against her. She didn't need to be so wet and desperate that she'd eagerly slip out from her chair just to assume her rightful place at Blake's feet and beg her for relief. Wait! No! Not- not rightful at al-

"You were the one who wanted to get this out of the way before your choice to help out the White Fang Kitten."

Weiss whimpered. Why did being called that make her feel all warm and fuzzy?

"It's ok sweetie." Blake reached out and ruffled Weiss's hair gently. "Either we are warming you back up to it slowly for the rest of the week, or it will be over soon."

"Yes- yes Miss." Weiss mumbled.

"Good Kitten." Weiss nearly melted into her breakfast at the two soft cheery words.

Eventually, the two finished their breakfast, and Blake picked up both their plates and dropped them off on the kitchenette's sink. "So? Are you ready for training?" She paused a moment. "I- I won't force you to commit to this choice, if you want, we can just jump right to what I need you to do this week."

Stalling, Weiss's mouth opened and nothing came out. She wanted Blake's touch. She needed… whatever today would be. Ignoring the fact that no part of her wanted to wait another moment, there was the real fact that waiting meant she'd either forgo play entirely or be locked into it for the next week- something she couldn't risk with how far she'd fallen already. "It's fine. This… this is what I want." Weiss affirmed.

"Fine… I… I guess it's only fair I give you something in return then- if you comply that is."

"You- but you said you wouldn't?"

"I didn't know looking gift horses in the mouth was the way the Schnees accrued all their money." Blake scoffed.

"I- no, it's not Miss." Weiss submissively lowered her head.

"That's what I thought." Blake approached the Kitten sitting eagerly in her chair and gently patted and then petted her head. "So… what would my Kitten like?"

"What would I like?" Weiss stiffened.

Blake nodded and hummed as she idly played with Weiss's hair and parted it in odd spots.

It left Weiss shivering. Feeling Blake's fingernails tracing along her scalp was so nice, so calming. Could she just ask for this? If she could get this every morning she would be so much happier! It'd be physical contact with Owner, and she'd be able to talk to another person- well, she would have the opportunity, this seemed to be overly effective at leaving her speechless. Wait! No! She had to focus! She- she could have something? Something she wanted? But? But what did she want? It was hard to think of anything she was missing with Owner's fingers tracing through her hair and soothing her like that

"That's it Kitten, just relax." Blake whispered gently. "Shh. Just think, what can I give you if you are good? What would my Kitten like?" Blake's soft tone a siren's song that drew every thought from Weiss's head. "It has to be something within reason of course. I can't just let you go because you are good for one day. I still ne-"

"Nuu!" Weiss chuffed lightly as her head limply fell against Blake's upper abdomen. She was still sitting and Blake stood just to the side of her chair, fiddling with her head and… and she just couldn't keep it up on her own. She needed the warmth of her owner to prop her up.

"No what sweetie?" Blake's nails traced in repetitive lines. They felt odd, an odd spot to soothe through Weiss's hair and scratch her scalp, but each trace felt a little better.

"Nuuu." Weiss cooed softly, but sniffled a whimper as she snuggled her head into owner. She… was clearly comforted by Blake's warmth, but she also was rather evidently upset about something.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. It's alright Kitten." Blake soothed. "I know you said no, but no what?"

"Nuuu lt guu." Weiss drowsily admitted that which she could never say with a clear head; the 'clear head' clogged up with all that stupid pride and perfect little heiress teachings she'd always hated but been taught to respect above all else.

Blake's voice caught in her throat. She'd need to let go eventually. That was the whole point of this. To push everything till it broke, to force Jacques to demand her back at the cost of releasing the faunus; giving her people their freedom. That was the whole fucking point. But… Blake didn't want to give up her pretty little Kitten. Even less so if Weiss wanted to stay with her. In the end, she comforted herself with the lie that this was just the hypnosis and conditioning. She'd never trained Weiss to want to stay, to actually like her, or anything of the sort, but she could trick herself into believing that was all a side effect; that when the time came to set Weiss free, and her triggers were released, Weiss would be happy to be rid of her. That… that made lying so much easier. "Alright Kitten. I won't ever let you go." Blake offered gently, and Weiss snuggled with new vigor into her abdomen. "Good… good girl." Blake's voice hitched with pain as she praised. So much easier didn't actually mean easy- it just meant possible.

Weiss purred. She purred! She actually fucking purred! She purred, and it sounded infinitely appropriate; like she was always meant to be such a sweet Kitten purring at her Owner's attention.

"There… there's my good girl; such a perfect Kitten." Blake tried to steady herself in the sight of Weiss purring and nuzzling deeper into her.

Weiss only grew more and more emphatic in her nuzzles and purrs.

"H- hey! That tickles Kitten!" Blake giggled.

Weiss didn't stop though. She didn't stop until Blake's hands held her steady.

Blake forced Weiss to look up, to peer into her eyes. "Now, what can I do for you Kitten? Anything within reason? You want some time outside every day? Something new to do while you're down here? What would you like?"

Weiss's eyes were half-lidded and glazed over. She looked like she was in heaven. For all intensive purposes, she rather felt like she was. "I- if I'm good, can I go upstairs sometimes? S- sit on your deck? Enjoy the sun… c- come say hi to Owner?"

"Of course Kitten." Blake nodded and smiled weakly. "I'll give you free rein of the whole house as long as you promise not to make any messes on the couch." She chucked.

Weiss nodded and smiled.

"Good girl." Blake praised. "Now, look forward and don't move your head, We're almost done with the first half of today's training.

Weiss's brows furrowed. What? But… but she'd not been touched anywhere but her head and hair? That didn't make sense. Sure, there was a small puddle in her chair from how eager she'd grown, but it's not like Blake had actually done anything to sate or tease her. How could they be halfway through the day's training? It made no sense!

It made no sense, but Weiss acquiesced all the same when Blake guided her head to look forward and began to play with her head again; making those odd lines back and forth over her scalp with nice soothing nails. It felt so good. Weiss couldn't help but purr her pleasure into the touch. It only got better when her head started to warm, but then the warmth went too far! It was hot! Hot! Something felt like it was burning her! Breaths sharpened just to turn to whines and she fidgeted.

"Shh, shh, shh. We're almost done, just a little more… and. There." Blake tried to soothe, but it wasn't enough. Weiss was whining and hollering her displeasure.

"Ah! Ah! Oouh! Mh… ah! Merow!" Weiss cried out displeased.

"It's ok." Blake mumbled and tilted Weiss's head up.

"Merow!" Weiss pouted angrily, completely unaware her gripe came out more feline than she'd intended. That pout stuck on her face just long enough for Blake to lean down and get closer and closer to her face. Owner smelled good. It was… it was almost overwhelming. She smelled like home, like… like… and why was she so close? Her lips so- "Meow!" Weiss yelped as Blake pressed lips to hers.

Weiss's lips opened instinctually, letting Blake take whatever lead she wished, but instead of an actual kiss, Blake passed something off into Weiss's mouth. Sweet and nice and… Crunch.

The world melted as Weiss's body crunched down on the dust and initiated her aura. It had grown conditioned to give itself pleasure regardless of Weiss's thoughts on the topic. The pain became only pleasure, and she was sure her walls clamped down desperately on nothing. Brothers her needy pussy needed to be filled, to be fucked by Owner as she called her a good slutty Kitten. There were few thoughts so beautiful in such a heinous world. And it was heinous. Any world that didn't involve Weiss actively being fucked silly was heinous! Unacceptable! She needed to feel Blake's hips bucking into hers and taunting her as she keened and cried in relief.

Before long, Weiss's eyes slipped closed. It was too much, she petered out in the torrent of emotion, pain, and then the drug dust to cap it all off. It was alright though. If the first half hurt that much, Blake figured it'd be better to do the rest while Weiss slept. Yes. She'd have to do that while Weiss slept and then wait till Weiss was done helping the White Fang to point out everything she'd done. That was the only way this would work. The only way to get the good little Kitten to comply. Hopefully, after all that Weiss wouldn't hate her… though. Blake knew it would be only just if she did.

End of Chapter 27

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Chapter 28

Weiss was drowsy. She was drowsy and her vision felt slow to return to her. It was there, things just seemed a little fuzzy and like she'd need a little while longer to wake up. What wasn't fuzzy however was all the smells. Blake had made her such delicious blueberry pancakes. She could still taste the fruit on her tongue as the heavenly scent of the meal lingered in her nose. That, however, was the weakest of the scents she felt perfectly assaulted by. The strongest scent was Blake. How had she not noticed it before? The bed she slept in, it was coated in Blake's scent.

Weiss purred as she turned over and sniffed up and down the bed. She settled on a pillow, the one Owner must have used every night. It was coated in the sweet coconut scent of Blake's shampoo and a hint of her natural calm earthy tones. It was everything she could want. Many other things still felt hazy, but Blake's scent was crisp and fresh, her home was right there, in the bed. The only thing it lacked was Blake's actual warmth.

The Kitten pawed at her breath and huffed frustrated. Owner! Owner was supposed to be here! Where had she gone! She needed to be here! Weiss whined. She whined, yowled, and cried for her owner, and then, then she heard it!

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted lightly, food and something else Weiss couldn't make out in hand.

"Owner! Owner! Owner!" Weiss yelped and hopped up on the bed.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded but didn't pay her Kitten any more attention than that.

"No! No! Over here!" Weiss protested as Blake continued walking past her and began to drop bags on the kitchenette counters. "Over here!" Weiss demanded again, patting her paws on the bed frustratedly.

Blake paid her no mind and continued with whatever she was busy doing.

"No! You're supposed to pay attention to me!" Weiss argued, and when Blake ignored her again, she charged for her Owner. Panting and frustrated with being ignored, she trotted around Blake's feet and tried to get her attention.

Even as Weiss looped in and out between Blake's legs, Blake just walked around her and slowly filled up the fridge.

"No! Here! Here! Pet me! Love me! OWNER!" Weiss complained and even took to patting her paws on the tops of Blake's feet.

Blake just giggled. "I know Kitten. I know you're there. But I'm busy."

"I don't care! I am here! Now love me! Owner! Come down here and love me!" Weiss was hornier than she thought. Her needy pussy dripped down the inside of her thighs and she whined louder.

"Just another minute Kitten."

"No! Not in a minute! I want pets now! Pet me! Love me! Fuck! Horny! Need to be stuffed! Filled! Bred! Yes! Yes! Breed me! Want owner! Wanna be filled, fucked, and bred!" Weiss panted out. She could smell Blake! Blake was horny too! It was obvious! She was horny, and she knew Blake wanted to fuck her nice and good too! If Blake was horny too, why not! "Just take off those stupid stuffy pants and fuck my sopping wet pussy already!"

"So impatient. You know that Kitten? You are just so impatient."

"Yes! Yes! I am! Now stop being stupid and fuck my brains out already!" Weiss nuzzled and pressed against Blake's leg as her paw slipped down to between her legs. Brothers, she was so wet, so needy. It was not what she wanted, but even just her paw on her drenched needy slit left her reeling with the promise of true pleasure.

Blake sighed, and Weiss knew she'd won. "Ok, what do you want Kitten?" She huffed, put down what she had been moving to look to her Kitten.

"I just told you! I want pets! I want love! I want head scritches! I want to be fucked! Breed me! Fill me up! Make me your good Kitten!" Weiss panted and whined.

"Come now sweetie, you know I don't know what you're saying." Blake knelt down to pet Weiss and scritch behind her ears.

"Meow?" Weiss questioned. "Merow!" She huffed angrily.

"Poor Kitten. Still aren't used to your new words, huh?" Blake giggled.

"Nya!" Weiss pouted and panted. "N- ny- no!" Weiss struggled, but she managed actual words for the first time since she'd woken up.

"Shh, shh. Stop fighting sweetie. I'll let you talk normally again tonight. For now, you just be a good girl and show me what you need. Alright sweetie?"

Weiss purred and nuzzled into Blake. Blake knew her so well. Owner remembered these important things for her. That was how things were best. They were best because she knew Owner loved her.

"Ok cutie, now loaf for me. I'll help you. Alright Kitten?"

"Meow!" Weiss cheered delighted.

"That's it. You'll remember when you can speak soon." Blake pet down Weiss's back as she loafed cutely on the floor. "Aww, such a good girl." Her hand settled just above Weiss's ass where an odd breeze began. "I know what my girl needs. This will keep you good for long enough that I can cook us something." Blake kept talking about something, but Weiss couldn't care to listen. Blake was scratching at that spot, that spot that felt so good, and she felt more of that odd breeze, but she couldn't care. She arched her back and pressed into the scratches just above her ass as her whole backside shook from left to right and back with joy. It was so good, so good, and- and- and-

Weiss woke with the moan of a beautiful climax on her lips. Brothers she felt so good and her pussy was dripping readily.

"Aww! There's my good Kitten! How did you sleep?"

Weiss purred before realizing she'd woken up from a dream. Urgency shot through her, but the pleasure of her orgasm echoing through her dampened that. "Ha- ha-" She panted as concern built. "Talk! Talk!" She blurted out with a slight slur.

Blake laughed. "What Kitten?" She scratched down Weiss's back and the Kitten couldn't help but purr pleased.

"I! I! Talk to me! You! Words! I'm making words! Right!" She needed to know! In what must have been a dream, she didn't realize she was speaking in meows and nyas until Blake pointed it out to her.

Blake squinted at the Kitten like she was crazy, but rolled her eyes and answered anyways. "Yes, odd ones, but you're certainly speaking words." Blake looked up ponderously. "Is there another thing to speak in? I guess you could speak in code through numbers? That wouldn't be in words? But.."

"Oh! Thank god!" Weiss panted out relieved.

"You ok there Kitten?" Blake worried and reached out to scratch behind Weiss's ear- but… but it felt higher than normal? Weiss couldn't bring herself to care. It felt phenomenal. Her mind just melted and she relaxed into the comfort of Owner's hand.

"Yes~" Weiss purred. "Love Owner-" She tensed for a moment, but Blake's scratched continuing put that to an end rather quickly. "Love this… love this." Weiss corrected.

"Of course sweetie." Blake just continued soothing and scratching.

"Love… Owner." The words slipped out without Weiss even realizing.

"Love you too Kitten." Blake mouthed for herself and leaned over to kiss the top of Weiss's head.

Weiss just relaxed and purred into the pleasure. She laid there for a long while, relaxed and pleased. She couldn't muster any care to fight or complain. This is what she'd wanted for the past week. Just to be held and cared for. And that's what she was. It was beautiful, perfect. It was beautiful and perfect, and she was happy- something so scares to the poor Kitten.

Eventually, Owner shifted and turned Weiss over on her lap. "Hmm~" Weiss cooed, still all fuzzy and comfy.

"Hey there Kitten. How are you feeling?"

"Good." Weiss smiled dumbly. "Haven't been this happy since last week."

"You were happy last week? I thought you hated it here?"

Weiss flushed. She was still all too fuzzy, trapped in the lingering pleasure of cumming in her sleep and the drug in her system. She couldn't manage the energy she would have needed to lie. "Hated this week." Weiss pouted and pressed her face into Blake to snuggle and kiss at her side.

"W- what do you mean you hated this week?" Blake's eyebrow knitted together. "You could do anything you wanted this week, you were-"

"Lonely." Weiss answered. "Missed you." Weiss snuggled into Blake.

"Kitten." Blake sighed as her heart shattered. She pulled the Kitten up in her arms and held her tight. "It'll be alright little Kitten. You won't be isolated down here this week. You can come up and do whatever you want upstairs."

"P- promise?" Weiss sounded on the verge of tears, and just hearing that almost did the same to Blake.

"I promise. We can even cuddle on the couch and watch something again if you'd like?"

"Yes please." Weiss snuggled into Blake.

"Such a good girl." Blake praised and kissed along Weiss's neck. It brought so many dirty thoughts to Weiss's mind. Thoughts of things she wanted, what she needed, and how she wanted to be bitten and loved.

"Mhmm~ Owner." Weiss melted.

"It'll be alright Kitten. It will all be alright."

They sat there like that for a time, just enjoying each other's warmth. But, eventually, duty called. The odd part of it was that Weiss was the one to bring it up. "So, what do we want me to say about the SDC today?" To Blake's surprise, Weiss sounded almost like she got a kick out of the idea of taking down her family's organization. It was surely just her still being mildly out of it and over-eager because it meant more freedom, but it was an odd thing to see for Blake.

"Oh?" Blake perked, still trying to right Weiss's excitement in her mind.

"You do want me to help now, right?" Weiss checked.

"I do, very much so." Blake nodded.

"Ok! So! What am I doing this time?"

"Oh, I- I have a script again; looser this time. You can improve more like last time if you want. It looked good that way; more earnest." Blake fidgeted with her pockets to pull out a scroll. "Oh, and I have props for you this time." Blake looked up, expecting Weiss to be worried about the idea of props, but Weiss seemed to be focused on something else.

"Earnest?" The heiress contemplated aloud.

"I mean… yeah; it came together better I guess?" Blake tried to put her observations into words.

"Earnest… is- is that why you actually have me doing all this?" Weiss sat back on her heels as she contemplated.

"Why I'm having you do what?"

"Help? Of my own… limited free will?" Weiss suggested with a wince.

"Why wouldn't I want that Kitten?" Blake placed the scroll down on her lap.

"Why would you? It's so much more work, and you could have had me saying anything you wanted last week the day we… and that you… and my- my paw came off, and I woke you up." Weiss sheepishly explained. "Before you calmed me down, I was… well, you know… and with all those things written all over me? You could have had just as embarrassing a video as last time. But, then you could do it like every day, and all you'd have to do is…" Weiss stopped herself before she went and gave Blake any ideas. "And… and…" Her cheeks burned. "The picture you took of me after you wrote on me, and I'd been crying… and… you had just finished making me… if you wanted to hurt me, you could-"

"Hush with that now!" Before Weiss even noticed Blake had moved, her head was being pulled into the faunus's perfectly soft breasts. It took some amount of struggle to stay focused and not on how the other woman held her close. "That was never the point of this." Blake held Weiss tighter and cradled her in her chest. "I- I was mad; at first. But… I understand you never wanted a pet- not a faunus one at least." Blake admitted.

Weiss slowly raised her arms to cling to Blake, to hold her close and rest into her.

"It's not to hurt you. It hasn't been since the first night you got out of the cage." Blake caressed down Weiss's back. "I need to do this; not for me, but for all of the people back on Atlas suffering. I just…" Blake trailed off, unsure how else to explain herself and the reasons she had to do this. She tried to find the words to explain, but it didn't matter.

It didn't matter because Weiss understood. Sure, it had never been to the same extent, but when she could, she always did what she could to help. She knew it was too much unreasonable suffering, she knew it wasn't right, and she was always so close to being able to make actual change… but it always seemed just out of her reach. It made perfect sense to Weiss that if such an opportunity presented itself to a faunus; a White Fang leader at that, why wouldn't they do what it takes to free their people. Whatever it takes. "I want to help." Weiss's words were mumbled into Blake's breasts.

Blake released, rather shocked, but not about to fight with Weiss over offering her help. "You're sure?"

Weiss nodded.

"And… and I promise, I won't use that picture or the cameras or anything. It's…" Blake knew the ideation of finding anything beyond what she felt was morally defensible was a fucking joke at this point, but that was what it was. She honestly did find that, of all things to be beyond her moral allowances. Her conflicted expression seemed to do a stunningly good job at conveying such a complex sentiment.

"Thank you." Weiss smiled. It was nice to know her whole life wasn't up for blackmail, only that which she actually consented to. Odd though it may be, it really was an immense comfort to her. "So! You said something about props?" Weiss's energy redoubled at the idea of getting a free way to strike back at the SDC; one her father couldn't hold against her or criticize her over for the rest of her life. Brothers, that was invigorating and a true delight; how she had wished for a chance to give the SDC a firm middle finger.

"I will warn… this week's script is… a little… quirky." Blake pulled her scroll back up to pass off what she and the White Fang had written not too long before.

"Quirky?"

End of Chapter 28

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Chapter 29

"Good morning! I am Weiss Schnee, and I am here for a fun little lesson. Are you ready Atlas?" She cheered all bubbly and excited. For the first time in a long while, she was all dolled up with makeup- though, this time it was more than she would usually wear. She was done up like she imagined many porn actresses would be for shoots. Aside from her makeup, for the second of her little videos, she wore just the bikini bottom and little nipple tassels. She was certain the tassels were a joke when she first saw them, but Blake ensured they weren't. The issue- aside from the sheer existence of nipple tassels, being that the tassel was not a tassel at all. Instead, each had a small little white kitten tail. A second, compounding issue, they felt distractingly nice; like little suction cups on her sensitive pierced nipples. It almost felt like someone was idly sucking on them, and FUCK! She was so wet that she'd already soaked through the bikini bottoms. Thankfully, the camera wasn't intended to capture that part of her depravity.

Blake nodded encouragingly from behind the camera.

"I want to give you all a nice little history lesson." Weiss introduced and allowed a moment's pause for Blake to pull back and reveal the table she sat in front of. "For that goal, we have a nice little prop!" Weiss pulled out the toy she'd been stuffing in each and every one of her holes as constantly as she could for the past couple days. Blake had affixed a nice little suction cup to the bottom of it so that it stayed neatly in place on the table, right in front of Weiss's aching breasts. "I-" She took a moment. Her body had been feeling warmer as of late, but with a camera on her almost entirely bare body and the fake phallus in front of her, the heat just seemed to build and build and build until it stole her breath.

"I will be playing the role of a faunus today." The irony of her words was lost on the poor Kitten still unaware of her most recent modifications. "And this sexy… hot… mouth-watering cock will be playing the role of the Schnee and the SDC in particular. You know, because they're a dick." She actually panted and whimpered softly, breathless and drenched. Brothers, she wanted the cock filling her up; she wanted any cock filling her up.

Weiss slowly began to stroke the cock on the table, making quite the show of it for the camera. "Now, some might ask, why such a lewd example? Well, aside from me just being a desperate little slut for a sexy faunus, it is just too approperate seeing that the Schnee have been nonconsensually fucking the faunus for decades!" Weiss gave a polite, almost teacher like smile. "Another question someone might have: Why aren't you using a condom? Ah! Silly! The Schnee are the only ones who ever get protection! And I'm playing the faunus today!" Weiss would have laughed at the line if Blake hadn't made her get out all her giggles before they turned on the camera.

"So! When things began, the faunus; me-" She reminded the audience. "Were fine working with the Schnee, even working for them. The Schnee owned the dust mines after all." Weiss moved to rest her breasts on either side of the phallus as her palm glided over the head. "This, of course, benefited the Schnee more than the faunus, but, even I can enjoy giving a good slutty titjob, and the faunus needed the work, so it did benefit them to some degree as well." Weiss got a little more into it as her breaths hastened. "The issue came when inflation sunk in, cost of living rose, and the Schnee kept pay the same. When the same dollar doesn't get as far, but you aren't given any more for the same work, it becomes harder and harder to make ends meet." Weiss paused. "Problems arose, when the Faunus wanted fair pay representative of the rising cost of the dusts they mined; the Faunus wanted to get some nice head too." She pouted. "But the greedy Schnee didn't want to share their wealth." She shook her head. "So, the faunus began to preform working strikes." She pulled away from the cock in front of her.

"Now, the Schnee didn't like this. Working strikes meant they failed to meet contracts, but they were too greedy to just pay fair wages. Instead, what they did, was enter progressively more and more reliant relationships with the Atlesian government." Weiss held up her left hand to denote the government. "That's right. The government-approved murders started from union-busting. We shouldn't really be surprised; both the Schnees and Atlas as a whole have valued profits over human life for over a century; and if they were willing to do that to their own people, all the easier to do it to the faunus." Weiss nodded and allowed a moment for her words to sink in for any viewers.

"And so, the Atlesian government stepped in to force the faunus to work for whatever penance they were offered." Weiss took her left hand and pressed it to the back of her head before displaying it forcing her head down onto the cock in front of her. Enthusiastic and desperate with arousal, Weiss forced herself down hard, choking noises filling the room as she deep throated the toy.

Eventually, she pulled herself off and continued her lesson. "Over time, the faunus had to fight harder and harder for what little freedoms they were allowed, and Atlas, and the Schnee…" Weiss held up her left hand, and then her right. "Just continued to force the faunus to service them." She pushed herself down onto the phallus, but turned her head before it could slip in her mouth. She stayed like that, intentionally craned in an uncomfortable position to help get the point across. "And that brings us to today. The Schnee now have the right to murder or enslave any faunus regardless of evidence." She released her head and sat back up normally except for how the cock rested between her breasts. "What do you expect the faunus to do about this? Roll over and die? Well… just don't be surprised when that blows up in your face." Right on cue, Blake hit a button on a remote, and the cock shot a large, thick, white load onto Weiss's face.

"That was… phenomenal." Blake dropped the camera pleased with Weiss's performance.

The Kitten was still just caught up in the warm fluid on her face. It was the same it usually shot inside her, and it tasted even better than she remembered as she licked her lips. She couldn't help but scoop it off her face and suck it off her fingers greedily as her pussy clamped on nothing. She needed to be filled, to have her tits played with and sucked on.

"You ok over there Kitten?" Blake approached.

"Haaa?" Weiss tilted her head up, heavy heated breaths slipping out as she licked her already clean fingers for another drop.

"Such a needy pretty thing, aren't you Kitten." Blake praised and reached out to scratch Weiss's ear.

Weiss panted out the moment Blake's hand touched the top of her head and began to scratch. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? This was new. It was new and something felt different; better… "Owner." She cheered as her hands went up to hold Blake's- but as she moved, her palms touched something else!

Fluffy, warm, soft… furry?! She grabbed at and- "Merow!" Weiss yelped. "I! Did I just! I! And! My head!" She felt something warm and soft wrap around her leg. Weiss's head shot down to see a long white tail. A long white tail that she could clearly trace to just above… her own ass!

Fury built up in Weiss, but it was hard to focus with her whole body so hot and Blake's hand gently scratching behind her ear- behind her CAT EAR! "No! No! What! What did you do!"

"Shh… Kitten, relax. You did so well." Blake soothed by adding in her other hand to scratch behind Weiss's other ear.

"Haaa~ Good… That feels really really good." Weiss panted softly.

"I know little Kitten. I know. Now, just relax sweetie." Blake guided.

"Bu- bu- but!" Weiss failingly protested.

"That's it. There's my good girl." Blake's praise kept Weiss off-kilter long enough for her to break one hand away from scratching at her new ears. With her thumb, she wiped up the last couple spirts of the toy's release and offered it up to Weiss.

"Ahhhaa~" Weiss's mouth fell open just for her to latch onto the thumb. She suckled onto it desperately, trying to shove it down her throat as she wrapped her tongue around it. She continued to moan onto the thumb, squirming and crying out softly with delight at the warmth that filled her.

"There there, easy girl." Blake slowly eased Weiss off of her finger. "You can be mad later. For now, let's not ruin a nice day.

"M… mwad!" Weiss tried to remind herself, but Blake'd thumb lingering in her mouth left her mumbling. She shot defiant eyes at Blake and bit down, but not hard enough to break Blake's finger. As soon as she knew she had managed to actually hurt Blake, she release.

"You get it out of your system now?"

Weiss nibbled on Blake's finger just to make a point, her eyes making her anger clear if everything else hadn't already.

Blake leveled her glare at Weiss, silently threatening that she better be nearing the end of that. "Are you going to let us have a good afternoon or do you just want to keep biting Kitten?" When Weiss's glare didn't die out immediately, Blake sighed. "I was rather looking forward to cuddling up on the couch with you and watching something together again."

Weiss pouted and looked away, letting Blake's thumb slip from her mouth in the process. "I'm still mad at you."

"You told me to do it Kitten. You wanted training this morning even if it meant-"

"I! I know what I said!" Weiss huffed. "But! But you could have told me before you did it!"

"And if I had, would you have helped me and the White Fang out like that?"

"Well… no, but!"

"Come on Kitten. We were having such a nice day. Don't you want to let it sit, and be angry tomorrow; enjoy today?" Blake made one last plea for a calm day.

Weiss held together her pout, but her new ears drooping slightly gave her away. She was warming to it all. "Fine… but… but you have to keep doing that thing." Weiss shivered at the fact that she was actually requesting that of Blake.

"Doing what thing Kitten?" Blake cracked a smile.

Weiss pushed Blake playfully.

"I need you to tell me to know what you want."

"Fine then! I'll be mad and sit down here alone." Weiss turned up her nose.

"So finicky Kitten!" Blake chuckled. "Are you sure you weren't always meant to be a good Kitten for me?"

"Shut up! I! Get out!" Weiss lashed out weakly, her tail looping around her waist.

"Come on Kitten." Blake leveled a sweet look.

"Out!"

Blake rolled her eyes, leaned in to Weiss's new left ear and whispered "If you think it is nice to have me scratch behind your ears, just you wait till you feel be scratch above your cute little tail." To emphasize her point, Blake took the tip of Weiss's new ear and nibbled on it slightly.

"Haannh!"

"Good girl, now come on upstairs with me. I'll find a good movie, we can cuddle; give you some real aftercare and I'll scratch behind your ear and above your tail."

Weiss looked up hopefully. "Really?" Her eyes shimmered.

"I'll do it again tomorrow if you promise not to yell at me about your new mods?"

End of Chapter 29

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Chapter 30

"Ah!" Weiss cried out as stitches began pop on the cushions of Blake's couch. She'd been clawing at them for almost an hour straight as Blake just continued scratching above her tail. Her voice broke as she screamed out, her breath hitched on an overstimulated sob.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's alright sweetie." Blake transitioned to just running her hands down Weiss's spine.

"Too… good." Weiss collapsed and shuttered.

"That's it. I told you you could handle it."

"Ghha…" Weiss whimpered, but her tail waved back and forth in the air delightedly.

"Ah! Kitten!" Blake spanked Weiss with a semi-firm slap.

Weiss jumped with a delighted yelp, her pussy clamping and more of her release slipping down the inside of her thighs.

"You made a mess on my couch! You promised me no messes!"

Weiss groaned in frustration.

"Oh, I guess you're right Kitten, it is my fault. But you seemed to be having quite a lot of fun." Blake patted on the spot where Weiss's tail began, but didn't go too far. "You're lucky it's leather and not fabric. This way you can clean it up yourself." Blake patted Weiss's bottom playfully.

"Ah… f- fine… I'll get up and… and get some paper towels in a minute." Weiss answered exhaustedly.

"Oh, no, no Kitten. We can't let it ruin the leather now can we?" Blake took her fingers and gathered up the slick dripping down Weiss's thighs. She'd grown so much more depraved, so quick to slicken and drench herself. It was adorable- though messy. "Plus, you're just so delicious." Blake licked her fingers clean just to gather the rest of Weiss's lick and offer it up to her.

"N- no, that- that's gross." Weiss whimpered. "I don't wanna taste myself."

"How about I'll cuddle you nice and tight if you are good and clean up your mess?" Blake offered.

"You'll cuddle me anyways." Weiss shook her head and snuggled into Blake's side.

"Mhmm… then I'll pet your new ears a little as we do?" That made for a much better bargain. It was enough to convince Weiss to take Blake's fingers into her mouth. She felt dirty for it, and feeling dirty excited her infinitely more than it had any right to.

Weiss panted and moaned. She wanted to be dirty, to be a good dirty slut of a Kitten. Life was much easier as a dumb slutty Kitten. Fighting was stupid and she should have given into Blake so much sooner; especially with how nice it felt to have Blake's fingers pressing at the entrance to her throat.

"You're a very good girl, but I need my hand back Kitten." Blake pulled Weiss from her own mind by petting gently over Weiss's ears.

"I- I- yes Owner." Weiss whimpered softly.

"Do you need more my good slutty little Kitten?"

Weiss whined and nodded shamefully.

"Good girl." Blake picked her kitten up just to turn her around and place her back, laying over her lap again, only facing the other way. From there, the Kitten was quick to find her mess and start licking it up.

Weiss obediently licked over the couch, cleaning up her wetness and melting into everything as Blake gently scratched down her back and along her spine. Once she was done, and it was clean, Weiss turned her head to nuzzle into Blake's side, breathing Owner in deep as she did.

They stayed that way for a good long while, just resting together, Weiss laying over Blake's lap as the Owner petted her Kitten. Things were so calm as they just rested there. Things were calm, but Weiss's mind still wandered. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she loved this. Modifications and more extreme or consent circumventing aspects aside, she would have even loved it before she'd been taken. More than once, back at university, Weiss had found herself in less than proper situations, just desperately looking for someone to tease, pleasure, and hold her for an evening just like this. Even willingly done things she had no care to for a simple hope of something so soft as this. It rarely ever worked.

And all that, she'd been willing to do just to have a stranger do these things to her. Though… Blake wasn't all that far from a stranger. Weiss wondered if Blake knew. If the faunus knew she'd had a taste for some of these things before she'd stated all this- or at least before she went as far as to give Weiss literal kitten ears and a tail. Did Blake know even now? She'd clearly been doing something to Weiss's mind… even Weiss could see that. She wasn't happy about it by any measure- ok, maybe some parts of her were happy about it, but Weiss's brain and her pussy rarely ever found themselves on the same page even before all this.

Regardless of what Blake knew about her… what did she actually know of Blake? Faunus, White Fang member at that- though, those were obvious. She seemed to like… at least some of the same shows Weiss did. Always domineering, a dominant to her core for sure… maybe even a little too much. The faunus presented a nice icy exterior, but… Weiss had seen it melt more than once when she began to break.

Damnit. Knowing the faunus had an actual heart made hating her a lot harder. But it wasn't quite news that Blake had a heart. She didn't seem to actually want to do any of this… well… none of what Weiss didn't want at all. Maybe Blake'd garnered some amount of a sadistic pleasure in it at the beginning, but even Weiss couldn't deny she'd want revenge if someone tried to turn her into a pet. Though, when she tried to envision mustering the anger for revenge on Blake… that certainty evaporated quickly.

Weiss thought back to the last time Blake had truly broken; the last time she actually lashed out at her in anger. When Weiss had accused her of being like Adam- the only faunus Weiss ever felt more or less comfortable with the fate of since she'd become an adult. The bastard had rapped a low-level SDC employee. At least Blake had the fucking sense to actually punch- or, fuck, in this case- up! The employee barely made more than the faunus she worked with! Though… she did make more. Weiss regretted not doing more to fix that while she could.

For all he did, Adam's fate was… extreme, but not something Weiss felt was far from just. He'd proved himself a danger freed, and his semblance allowed himself to build up energy and break the bindings the SDC tried to keep him in. He could have killed more in captivity than free- that was what her father told her when he convinced her to vote on the execution. "Bastard." Weiss murmured under her breath.

"What?" Blake questioned a little stunned. She'd done plenty of things to anger the faunus, but she didn't quite feel that was warranted at the moment.

"N- not you… my father." Weiss answered and slowly shifted on the couch, pulling away from Blake's lap. She missed her Owner's touch, but… she felt a need to pull away; to curl up in on herself, at least for a moment or two.

"Oh yeah, he is a bastard." Blake agreed.

"Yeah." Weiss crawled over to the cushion next to Blake and sat almost normally for just a moment, only to pull her knees into her chest and hold them there. Her new tail quietly wrapped cutely around her ankles. She almost felt safe, curled up in a little ball like that. Almost.

"I… didn't quite expect you to hate him too though." Blake admitted, and Weiss realized they might know almost nothing about each other. That made her feel cold, all the more isolated on her corner of the couch.

"He's… a bastard… and he's my father. I hate him and… and… I don't know." Weiss huffed in frustration. These were things she never wanted to have to think about; it'd never mattered before. She just had to… to subdue whatever she actually thought about his choices and actions.

"But you love him?" Blake filled in for Weiss, recognizing something faintly familiar in the Kitten's eyes.

"I- I don't know? I love my mother, I love my brother- even if he is an ass and always working twice as hard to be worse to get his approval- and….and they love him? I just…" Weiss shrugged.

"It's ok. You don't have to know." Blake absently looked away as she extended a hand in the direction of the Schnee. Upturned and resting on the couch, she couldn't be offering a hand to old to Weiss- because the woman talking about her family was certainly Weiss and not Kitten, and she wasn't supposed to comfort a Schnee.

Weiss took the hand and held it gently. "Thank you."

"Honestly, it's just kind of reassuring that even a Schnee hates him a little." Blake flashed a small smile. "There's a lot of talk always about how the SDC is so kind and the faunus don't deserve what they get- I know it's wrong, but… hearing it so often can-"

"And knowing your not crazy helps?"

"Yeah." Blake nodded.

"Yeah." Weiss could understand so much more than the faunus would ever be able to understand. So so much more.

Again, they sat silently like that for a while. The only noise that took up the room, the show they'd completely ignored for hours. Inevitably, Weiss's thoughts fell back upon how much they did and didn't know about each other. Adam? Blake has said something about bringing up Adam being a sore spot? That was what it had seemed like at least? "B- Bl- Owner?"

"You can call me by my name Kitten. You don't always have to address me as Owner or Miss… even more so now; technically, by the rules, you have every right to ignore me and tell me I can't touch you again till next week." They'd both allowed it, the slipping back into Weiss's training. Blake earnestly enjoyed it to some extent to begin with, but she adored it when it was something Weiss could actually choose to partake in. And Weiss, well, she'd been eager to know if Blake was being hyperbolic about how nice the spot above her tail was- she had, if anything, been understating it notably. Of course, that was not the whole of the reason Weiss was willing to play… she missed Blake's loving desperately, and one morning session which she'd been mostly asleep for just didn't cut it.

"Thank you." Weiss offered with an appreciative look. Though… some portion expected she'd still be calling Blake Owner more often than not. Miss or Mistress had never been her favorite, but, being possessed… by a loving owner? Weiss needed to stop thinking of such things before she made a mess on Blake's couch again. "Blake?"

"Yes Weiss?" Again, it was so rare for Blake to address the Kitten by her name. It… frankly, to Weiss, it felt wrong. She wanted to hear Blake call her Kitten, or Sweetie, or… any of those other incredibly demeaning names; the ones that dripped with love and care.

"What button did I hit? When I said you were like the last White Fang leader." Weiss hadn't even finished when Blake yanked her hand back.

The faunus looked away.

The edges of a puzzle just began to slip into view for Weiss as a new question formed in her mind. "Why weren't you in the SDC's records of White Fang officers? Ever since the fall, Jacquez monitored every iota of faunus communication he could get his hands on-"

"Of course he did." Blake huffed. "What are rights anyways?"

"Why weren't you in any of the records? When the SDC captured Sienna Khan, she had her scroll on her with information and rankings on almost every member."

"Ah, so that's why so many officers were captured after her." Blake noted as if the White Fang hadn't surmised that exact thing years prior.

"My father would never have just gifted you to me if he knew you were a trained warrior."

"Is that what the SDC calls everyone brave enough to stand against them with so much as a farmer's hoe or a miner's pick axe?"

"How long have you been a member of the White Fang Blake?" Weiss glared.

"Long enough." Blake sighed. "More than long enough."

"When did you join?"

"I was… hmm-teen, so…" Blake thought back and mumbled under her breath. "Twelve years ago?"

"But, then… how weren't you-"

"Because." Blake continued to pull away from Weiss, growing just a little more distant with each question. "I hadn't been a member for years by the time Sienna was captured."

"You left the white fang?"

"For almost a decade."

"Why?"

"That's enough for today Kitten." Blake stood from the couch.

"Blake- I-"

"I think it's time you go back downstairs. I'm tired for the night." The faunus turned her back on her Kitten.

"What?"

"Downstairs!"

"Blake…"

"Downstairs! Now Kitten!"

"But- I-" Weiss trembled and pulled into herself. Owner being so mad was scary.

"NOW!"

"N- No!" Weiss found her voice. "I still have a barbell in each of my nipples and one resting on my clit driving me insane all the time because of some button I hit about him." Weiss shook like a leaf, her new ears did their best to flatten themselves against her head, and her tail wrapped around her for what comfort it could give. "I- I'm sorry what I said hurt you… but I have a right to know what was so bad that you thought it just to- to- to do that to me." They both knew Weiss wasn't actually mad about the piercings; they certainly didn't help, but that wasn't the primary issue. Weiss was still hurting from the time she spent isolated, left alone after something so extreme. To Blake, the only real surprises of it were that Weiss had the courage to demand an explanation and that the Kitten in the heiress actually craved her enough to grow that upset- or, at least, to grow upset in a caring way rather than with a nature more akin to anger or rage.

Blake's fists balled and her whole body tensed with anger. Not anger with or at the heiress, but for the fact that Weiss was right- or at least, as close to right and reasonable she could get with what information she had. A singular breath, and she answered. "Because, you were right. Adam was a rapist bastard; I was just too young and it took me years to understand."

Weiss's expression sunk. "He-" Math clicked by in Weiss's head. "And you were- aren't you the same age as me? You were a CHILD!"

"Teen, but…" Blake trailed off before shaking her head and stepping to walk off.

"Blake." Weiss whispered.

Blake stumbled in her stride, but she didn't even look back.

"Blake, please." Weiss requested weakly.

Again, Blake didn't look back, but she did stop where she stood. Night had fallen hours prior and the only light left was what came from the television. With the show's scene, there was nearly no light, but Blake's silhouette felt crisp against the vaguely visible walls beyond. "What Weiss! What do you want?" The faunus's shoulders fell with exasperation.

"T- talk to me? Stay? Hold me? Let- let me hold you- I- anything!" Weiss whimpered, still back on the couch in her little ball.

"Kitten." Blake sighed.

"Please Blake?" Weiss's breath hitched in her throat and once more she found herself about to willingly degrade herself. "Mistress, Owner, whatever you want to be, just… please." Weiss momentarily wondered if she could have her pride registered as an endangered animal when- or if she returned to Atlas, but then she remembered how her father had any laws actually protecting such animals repealed to prevent it from interfering with his mines.

"I told you, Blake is fine." She begrudgingly turned around.

"Please." Weiss repeated as she planed her pride's memorial service. It would be a quiet little ceremony; quaint. And it would end not with a bang, but in a whimper, just like the pride itself.

"You do need to go to bed soon." Blake halfheartedly reminded.

"Then come here and give me a lap to rest my head on." Weiss flushed as she contemplated what to say next. "I- if you're gentle when you pet behind my new ears, I doubt I'll be able to stay awake." Weiss offered, her voice trembling. In a large way, she hated this; prostrating herself. Though, in other ways, she loved and rejoiced in it. When it came to sex, it did well to break her down into a drenched needy mess… something she also loved and hated. But.. Weiss suspected she liked this feeling even more. The sensation of of melting; her resistance evaporating away as she felt her mind slow and her heart race. Eyelids felt heavy as the strength to stay stiff and sitting upright began to melt. Her whole world felt just a little fuzzy, fuzzy in the best, most heavenly way; like she could see nirvana just in reach and all that was left was for Blake to accept and give her a new home on which to rest her head.

"Alright little Kitten. Alright." Blake' shoulders settled lower and she returned to her spot on the couch. Weiss's head seemed to fall right down onto her lap as it returned to existence.

"Owner." Weiss cooed, stars near forming in her eyes as she nuzzled into Blake's warm thighs. The lap smelled of her owner, the earthy home- almost like vanilla laced with arousal- because… Weiss could certainly smell some level of that lurking under her Owner's clothing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Weiss." Blake tried a little of that forgetting pride that she'd seen Weiss trying for weeks. "I understand that… for you, I am like him. Maybe… maybe I just am" Blake shook her head and offered her hand for Weiss to rub her head against. "I don't- I don't know." She continued as Weiss pressed into her hand. Blake soothed and ran her fingers gently along the curve of Weiss's new ears where they met her scalp. "I- I- I did this as a favor- went undercover because a friend needed help! I didn't even mean to rejoin the White Fang! Not… not after him… But then there was a newscast announcing those terrible bills, and- and I just got carried away and…" Blake trailed off, her fingers working deftly along Weiss's new ears, soothing and caressing down and around them. The heiress was so far gone in the trance brought on by her Owner's touch that she barely made out half of what Blake said. But she did catch what came next. "I- I understand that for you, I am just like him. And maybe you're right. Maybe I am just another monster." Blake's stomach turned in her growing disgust with herself.

Flagging, Weiss shook her head. "No monster… just Owner." Her head fell, what strength she had left to keep it up dying out as sleep began to take her. Blake massaging around her new ears, when done gently, was even more effective at knocking her out than she'd anticipated.

"I'd like to think so… but that doesn't necessarily make it true." Blake spoke softly, her hand following Weiss's head down onto her lap and still caressing around Weiss's ears. "I- sometimes I wonder if you'd have been happier with one of the other White Fang members." Blake admitted, unaware that Weiss had already fallen asleep. "I was never supposed to be your Owner little Kitten. Maybe I never should have been? I- I can't just send you back, not with things only getting worse for faunus back on Atlas. But… if you want, you don't have to stay with me. I love you Kitten, and if you'd prefer, I can ask the other members if they'd like to take over from now on?" Blake offered and waited a moment. She suspected Weiss was thinking, but when no answer came, she looked down to see the little Kitten beginning to snore.

"Alright, you take care Kitten." Blake whispered sweetly. "I'll think about it and see if you'd be happier with someone else during the next meeting." Blake sat with the pain that thought wrought upon her sore confused heart. "Maybe… maybe that would be for the best."

End of Chapter 30

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Chapter 31

Blake eventually allowed herself a good cry- though, she stifled her tears as best she could in an effort not to wake the Kitten. Once that dried up, she was careful not to wake Weiss as she pulled Weiss up into her arms and carried her down the stairs and laid her down in bed. Blake tucked the Kitten in nice and tight; near swaddled her in the stray blankets and sheets of the bed. She finished off with a small kiss to Weiss's forehead and a light whisper "It will be ok Kitten. I'll do my best to make sure you end up with the right Owner till it's time to go back home." She smiled over the beautiful woman and watched as a single drop of water fell onto her face. Blake sniffled and wiped her face before the incidental rain could wake the Kitten. "Good night Kitten." She whispered with a caress along Weiss's cheek and left.

The Kitten woke the next morning to a dash of sorrow and another, less emotion based pain. She was alone. She'd not been that way when she fell asleep, she'd been with Blake, resting her head in the perfect sweet faunus's lap. Blake had been caressing behind her new ears. It had been so perfect. Weiss never knew something could be quite so arousing and comforting at the same time and- EARS! She had cat ears! And a fucing tail! Blake had given her ears and a tail! That's not! That wasn't ok! It wasn't ok… but… they felt so good… they felt… and Blake's caress along them. Weiss shivered and whimpered. Why did the thought alone turn her to gelatin. Why couldn't she muster more anger in the face of it all? Just because it felt so good- so nice? Because… by all honest accounts, Weiss was guilty of more than enough to deserve it? Because she knew that all too well? Was it whatever Blake had been doing to mess with her mind?

Weiss sighed. She didn't have time to deal with all the unpacking even just finding the answer to that would have demanded, much less the process of actually finding the answer. There was a more pressing issue to be dealt with. Weiss closed her eyes as she slipped a hand down her body. It was then that she noticed how tight the covers were around her. Blake had tucked her in. She was so sweet. Weiss's heart swelled, and she craved that little bit of comfort even more than usual- not a good sign.

Her fingers delved down to her slit to greet warm wetness. "Fuck." She griped as she pulled her hand back up to confirm what she already knew. Blood. Weiss had honestly hoped that with everything Blake had been doing to her body, it would just result in her missing a cycle or two. It was a hope rather validated by being over a week late- not that it was incredibly uncommon; her body rarely liked to be as punctual as the heiress herself. At least the sheets on her bed were dark- though, the idea of doing laundry when she was already so exhausted and drained felt hellish. Maybe Owner would take pity on her and offer to do them. Either way, she'd need to go talk to Blake. The room didn't seem to have any pads or tampons stored in it, so, Blake was her best bet.

It took the heiress a while, but she managed the energy to roll out of bed, dawn some clothes, and put together some paper towels as a shitty makeshift pad in case Blake didn't have any spares. The worst part of it all was easily that she'd had her nice beautiful tail all of a day, and it was already stained with blood. Cleaning that out sounded… less than fun, especially considering how short and thick her fur was there… Wait! No! Not! Not beautiful! Not! Weiss! She certainly didn't love her tail! That was! It was an outrageous idea! Weiss whimpered. Fighting with herself would always be a losing battle.

"Blake? Blake?" Weiss called as she reached the faunus's living room. The sun was beautiful as it streamed in through the sliding glass door. Yet more beautiful, Blake's view of the beaches. "Blake? Blaaaaake?" Weiss called again only to hear the clacking of a keyboard followed by things moving in a small room. She was less than confident, but she suspected it was the room where she'd seen Blake gather things for training before.

"You're up early." Blake called, emerging from the room and closing the door behind her. "I was going to start cooking breakfast in just a little bit. Are you hungry? I have some fruit laid out in the kitchen that you can have to tide you over?"

Weiss shook her head with a dour frown.

"Kitten?" Blake's expression sunk a little. "What's up sweetie?"

Weiss's tail wrapped around her waist and her ears fell. It shouldn't be so embarrassing. It was never a big deal if she asked a friend or her sister for a tampon or pad in an emergency. Then again, they didn't own nor fuck her. "I umm… do you have any… pads or tampons or anything?"

"A- already?" Blake questioned with a shocked expression.

"I- I've been here for three weeks almost. And… and my last period was like… a month and a half ago now. I- I just assumed I was going to miss it because of stress and all the drugs and dust." Weiss covered herself with her arms embarrassed.

"When did it start?" Blake asked- overly curious for such a topic.

"Last night… while I was sleeping?" Weiss grew visibly uncomfortable.

"Oh- sorry." Blake dialed back her interest.

"I- I just want something so I can take a bath and be clean when I'm done." Weiss whimpered.

"Of- of course. What do you prefer? I have pads and tampons in my bathroom. If you want, you can go take your bath, and I'll bring it down to you. Do you want… like some sweats or something? Might be more comfy than the stuff in the armoire?"

Weiss nodded and almost cried. Her emotions weren't usually all over the place during her period, but with everything going on, it made sense that it just turned eleven to thirteen; the already overwhelming to worse. "Please." She whimpered.

"Are you alright Kitten?"

"It's just… a lot." Weiss fretted. "Are you? I'm sorry for pressing you to talk about… to admit what he did to you."

"It's ok. I understand why you wanted to know, and there was no way you could have expected what it was."

"You… you're not him." Weiss offered.

"Thank you Kitten. Is there anything else I can do for you while you take your bath?"

"The sheets got all messed up."

"I'll set them up to get washed. Anything else?"

"Light breakfast?"

"Can do Kitten."

"Thank you Blake."

"Of course." Blake nodded. "Umm, how about a nice day on the couch up here? I get more channels on this tv than you do downstairs. Might be easier to find something good; plus I have a nice heating pad you can use if you're up here? Plus, you seemed to enjoy having your ears played with a little yesterday, and resting your head on my lap?"

At that Weiss did cry. "Yes please."

Only after Weiss had headed back down for her bath did Blake realize she'd asked which the Kitten prefered, but not actually gotten an answer. No bother, she could bring both down anyway and let Weiss choose later. Kitten wouldn't be needing more any time soon anyways. With hygiene products collected, Blake headed down to drop them off.

"Hey there Kitten, how's the water?" Blake greeted, only poking the tip of her nose in; not wanting to intrude more than she already had.

"It's… it's nice." Weiss seemed to be both lying and telling the truth simultaneously; something Blake knew to be possible, but found impressive if it could actually be done with two words.

"May I come in, or do you just want me to drop these by the door right here?"

"Come on in." Weiss sounded frustrated; or maybe just tired.

"Coming Kitten." Blake answered as she stepped in. The first thing she noticed as she entered was the dour look on Weiss's face, then the reason why. Damp ears twitched desperately as Weiss only grew more frustrated with them. "That won't work sweetie." Blake offered.

"How! How do you wash your hair with these!" Weiss tried to shake the water out of her ears hopelessly.

"Well, first off, I just wash it and deal with the ears later." Blake squatted by the sink and began to rifle through the cabinets under it.

"I tried that! I! I'm talking about the water!"

"I know Kitten."

Weiss whined in frustration.

"It's going to be alright. I've been dealing with it for years sweetie. Just got to know the tricks." Blake pulled up a stool next to the large tub. "Lean your head back."

"No! It feels weird when I do that!" Weiss complained.

"I know Kitten. I know, but I'm going to help."

Weiss fretted and frowned but obeyed.

"Good girl." Blake held Weiss's head gently and began to wipe around the inside of the shell with a small q-tip.

"Rawr!" Weiss yelped at the scratchy cotton on the sensitive flesh of her new ear.

"Shh, shh. It's fine. It's scratchy at first, but they wick up the water nice and easy." Blake eased Weiss down from her squirming as she worked to help her pained Kitten.

Weiss fought more and more for a good thirty seconds, but eventually, it stopped completely. "Ha- I- Oh." She began to relax.

"These ears are a good bit bigger, so it's easer to get just a little water stuck. But, if you know how, it's not hard to pick it up with a q-tip or something."

"That's- that's nice." Weiss slumped into the tub and began to give off a low purr.

"I know Kitten." Blake kissed the top of Weiss's head before moving on to the other ear.

"It was… it was so frustrating- hurt."

"No, it doesn't hurt, but I know it's far from pleasant." Blake sighed. "I'll leave the box of these by the bath for when you're done conditioning. Right next to the pads and tampons.

"Thank you." Weiss closed her eyes. "The bath is actually really nice. The warmth helps."

"Rough cycles?" Blake questioned in a gentle tone.

Weiss sighed. "Not normally. But… this one hurts a lot." Weiss frowned and traced her hand over her tummy. "It was alright when I first woke up, but now… it's just a lot." She repeated.

"It'll be alright Kitten. Sorry about not warning you about the ears. I hope it didn't ruin your bath."

"It didn't. I- the bath is still helping. I was starting to feel… really cold before I got in?" Weiss tried to put what she'd experienced into words. "The warmth of the bath helped calm that, but then the pain kicked in."

"I have some midol upstairs, but if you prefer I can break out that dust you like. Not a whole crystal. But a little shaving or two should be enough to calm things. If you are careful about it, it shouldn't even fog things up; just ease the pain."

Weiss nodded weakly. "That sounds really really nice."

"Ok Kitten. I'll work on your sheets and clean your room up now. Food should be ready by the time you're out."

"Thank you, Owner." Weiss settled in for a long, hopefully rejuvenating soak.

"Oh, and sweats and some comfy panties next to the sink."

Weiss just cooed and sunk into the water a little further, relinquishing herself to its warmth.

It wasn't hard to gather the sheets. By the looks of it, Weiss had likely just started when she woke up. That made presoaking them likely unnecessary, though still easier when Blake did it anyways. Kitten was an heiress after all; likely accustomed to professionally laundered… well everything, but Blake wanted to make things as close to normal for Weiss. She seemed to be having a rough time, and Blake didn't anticipate it getting any easier for Weiss any time soon.

In sorting everything out, Weiss's toy fell out from the sheets. Blake was quick to check the reservoir. This time, it was empty. It must have shot its last load when they made the video. It made sense, added up with everything else going on, but Blake was still surprised her Kitten could be such an impressive little cumslut. She'd probably miss that more than was ok when the time came for Weiss to leave. The heiress was truly breathtaking with whines of ecstasy on her lips and an orgasm at the tips of her fingers. Blake sighed wistfully and returned to work.

With things set to wash, Blake moved back upstairs and set up a light yogurt and some fruit she'd known Weiss to enjoy rather thoroughly- due to how it always seemed to just disappear all too quickly. She threw it back into the fridge to sit and come together a little better. That way it'd all be a little more harmonious dish and it'd still be cold for Weiss. Remembering that Weiss had complained about just such a thing, Blake settled on prepping some hot chocolate. It was a delightful little drink- especially when made with the fancy stuff her parents gifted her for dustmas the year prior. She used it sparingly- and the package may or many not have been a little overly indulgently large, so she felt it was perfectly fine to splurge with it for Weiss- but that didn't mean she wouldn't make one for herself while she was at it.

Milk settled on the kettle, Blake turned to setting up a comfy spot for Weiss to relax. The faunus may or may not have stolen one or two of Weiss's ritzy blankets for her own bed, but this seemed as good a reason as any to return those to their rightful owner- or, at least to loan them back to her. Blake settled them out on the couch. A heating pad, some spare pillows, and a lightly scented candle which she may or may not light later if Weiss wanted, all seemed to all be nice little additives to comfort her Kitten.

That all kept Blake busy for just long enough that Weiss emerged back up from the basement. The swets hung a little loosely over her, but with all the changes she'd been going through, Weiss thought that to be a benefit above all else. "Hey." Weiss greeted in a hoarse whisper. She braided her hair in the same fashion as normal, but the braids were notably looser from how every time she tried to tighten them, it pulled on her new ears. They had already been through enough for the day, so she just went loose with it. "Is that- is that chocolate?" Weiss could smell it. The scent was almost overwhelming, nice, but overwhelming. She couldn't' tell where it was coming from, but the promise of its sweet comfort called to her immensely.

"Yes. Hot chocolate, but, yes."

"Please, I want it, that sounds-"

"Perfect, because I made some for both of us." Blake passed a warm filled mug to Weiss.

"Thank you!" With overly wide eyes, Weiss thanked and sipped slowly at the chocolaty delight. She thought she might cry- something she'd found herself doing a lot more of over the past couple weeks. It was perfect. The warm chocolate filled her belly and staved the cold that seemed to be seeping into her bones from the moment she stepped out from her warm haven of a bath.

"Of course Kitten." Blake leaned in and kissed at the top of Weiss's head. "There's some kiwi and banana yogurt in the fridge if you want?"

Weiss opened her mouth excitedly, but it fell back closed. "Maybe later? I'm sorry. I just… the warm is better."

"Course, if you want eggs or something else later, I can whip that up instead.

Weiss returned the smallest nod. "Maybe just rest right now? You said something about a movie on the couch?" Weiss might have chosen the bed down in the basement for sheer fact of a higher chance of falling asleep and getting through what she hoped would be the worst of her cycle, but it was colder down there, and upstairs meant Blake, so upstairs and on the couch it was.

"I did, and I have it all set out for you."

"Thanks." Weiss repeated for the umpteenth time that morning. "I-" She took a sip of her coco and made her way to the familiar couch. "You're being very nice this morning." She observed with a pointed tone.

"Aren't I always nice Kitten?" Blake cheered.

"I have a barbell in the flesh of my vagina that proves you're not." Weiss griped.

"You… make a good point." Blake exhaled. "I'm trying though."

"Well, you'll be forgiven if you keep me in rich coco like this for the rest of the day." Weiss offered as she found her seat on the couch and pulled the blankets all around her.

"That is a bold faced lie, you'll never forgive me for that." Blake laughed a little anxiously, but tried to play it off as earnest humor.

Weiss shook her head, and that shocked Blake- obviously so at that.

"Huh?"

"I- I've done plenty of mean or harsh things while angry. And… I've never had the dearth of luck to have someone accuse me of being the same as my rapist."

"I-"

"Plus, if I was really all that upset, I could remove it. I have opposable thumbs again." Weiss waggled her thumbs against her mug.

"Yeah, but…"

"Now, if you put it back in after that… I might stay angry longer." Weiss considered.

"Weiss, the point of telling you that story wasn't to get sympathy." Blake felt sick for the sheer thought that it might have come off that way.

"I know. I just…" Weiss trailed off and scooched closer to Blake on the couch before outright leaning against her. "Thank you for sharing. It… helped to know a little more; to understand."

"Kitten? Are you feeling alright?" Blake worried.

"Cold… Tired… but, coco." Weiss murmured drowsily and snuggled into Blake's shoulder.

"Kitten?" Blake worried and checked Weiss's forehead. The Kitten was burning up. Blake knew it would be the case; she could already feel the heat radiating off of Weiss, but… it was still mildly concerning. "You'll be alright Kitten, just bundle up and relax. It'll all be alright." She whispered to her sweet girl and held her close as they settled in for a movie.

End of Chapter 31

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Chapter 32

Weiss lingered, falling in and out of consciousness during the movie. Thankfully, Blake saved her coco every time before it could fall to the ground. Every time she woke, Weiss felt a little colder. She got colder, and it pressed her to cling closer to the comfort that was Blake. The faunus was warm. Warm and she smelled… Weiss couldn't get enough of it. She tried to restrain herself from sniffing up and down Blake too much, but she felt rather certain that it was a hopeless battle. Inevitably, no matter how hard she tried to focus on something else, she found herself pressed closer and closer to Blake with her nose buried against the heavenly scented Owner. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the closer she pushed, the more Blake seemed to pull away. For the time being, Weiss just tried to ignore that and dismiss it as being a side effect of how cold she was.

The Kitten would have been more than happy to subside on just the coco and her owner's warmth, but Blake demanded she eat something. Weiss could vaguely remember whining and pouting at Blake's insistence, but it didn't get her much of anywhere. Blake was nice enough to make Weiss whatever she felt she could stomach tho, so Weiss requested mac and cheese. It was the only thing she could think of that would manage to be comforting and tasty enough to get down. The true tragedy of it was that cooking meant Blake had to leave the couch. Weiss mourned the loss of her Owner's warmth, but Blake set her up with the heating pad and gently placed it over Weiss's tummy. It did a lot to help even if it wasn't an honest replacement for Blake's warmth.

Owner looked worried when she returned and checked Kitten's temperature again, but she didn't do anything about it, so Weiss figured it must not have been too bad. She delivered a nice bowl of mac and cheese bolstered with some chicken and a nice crunchy topping. Weiss remembered two things about the meal. It was good, and it disappeared. Well, that and then that in its wake, she quickly fell asleep again.

When Weiss woke, Owner was gone. It wasn't until she'd been crying and whining for her Owner like the lonely Kitten she was that she realized it'd even started. It took a moment, but Blake rushed to her side.

"It's alright Kitten. I'm, here." Blake quickly reassured.

Weiss whimpered.

"I was just getting some of your dust. We forgot about it earlier."

Weiss nodded weakly without a word. A little of the dust sounded nice to take the edge off, to calm her hectic mind, freezing body, and searing womb.

"Open up." Blake requested and pulled out a small folded paper with shavings of the dust before bringing it to Weiss's lips.

The Kitten was more obedient than ever, opening her mouth eagerly and initiating her aura to activate the drug. It helped a good bit, but the small dose wasn't enough to calm all her pain. "M- more." Weiss whined.

"No Kitten. Not today. Maybe some more tomorrow. We'll see how you're doing then.

"M- more!" Weiss demanded harsher.

"No Kitten." Blake repeated.

Weiss whined and whimpered, a truly pitiful sight.

"NO." Blake barked cold enough to shut Weiss up. "No Kitten. I don't want you relying on it. Especially not for this."

"B- b- bu… 'm your… drug 'dicted whore." Weiss grumbled out in what she certainly thought to be perfect and proper english.

Pain struck through Blake's heart. She could remember forcing Weiss to call herself that weeks ago… but- but that had been back when she still believed Weiss actually voted for that heinous bill- or at least, when she was still successfully tricking herself into believing that. "No Kitten. Just… no."

Weiss was in and out for the rest of the day. Her body was going through so many things as of late, and she didn't have the energy to stay up for long. She couldn't even really stay awake long enough to find her Owner when she realized Blake had left the couch again. She wasn't sure if she whined and kneened again for Blake or not, but if she hadn't, she regretted it. She regretted it because she missed her Owner.

Eventually, Weiss woke back in her room, but with a heater placed in the corner and keeping it warmer than the upstairs had been. Blake had been kind enough to drag the blankets down with Weiss, and most appreciated of all, the heating pad as well. Weiss certainly loved all that, she was thankful for what Blake had done to ensure she'd be alright, but none of it really made up for Blake's absence. Pain had only worsened. Weis had never had any cycles so painful before and Kitten could think of only two things that might help. The dust drug and Blake's warmth. Oh how she longed and yearned for both. It would be heavenly to be fed a nice crystal of the drug as she curled up in Owner's lap and got her ears and tail played with. Weiss would have willingly forfeited any claim to the Schnee fortune if only she could be kept in a lifetime supply of either Owner's pets or the dust. Ideally both, but she would have settled for either.

Once more Weiss found herself keening for Blake without realizing. But… for the first time… Owner never came. Weiss cried louder, leaning into how she wished to cry out for Owner. It went on until Weiss's voice began to give out, and still, no matter how she keened, whined, or called, Owner was nowhere to be seen. Begrudgingly, Weiss pulled herself from bed. She had to replace her pad again anyways. Everything ached, and her body retaliated against her for daring to move, but Weiss slugged herself through the motions. With cold seeping in, Weiss forced herself back upstairs.

Blake stood, staring intently down at a plate of eggs that had long since overcooked and seemed to be about to start smoking.

Weiss wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt growingly concerned. If Blake had been standing right there, so close to the stairs… how coiled she not have heard? If she did hear… then came the much scarier question. How could she not have come? "Blake?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.

"Ha! Oh! Uugh! Yes! I- Weiss! Yes." Blake jumped and Weiss's new ears fell.

"I- is something wrong?"

"No! No? No! Why would you think anything's wrong? Everything's fine- except those eggs! Sorry! I was making us some breakfast." Blake lied poorly.

"I was calling- well…" Weiss couldn't bring herself to honestly describe how she knew she sounded. "I made a hollar."

"Oh- I- I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Weiss wasn't in top shape, but she felt it painfully obvious that Blake was still lying. Extra painful because frankly, knowing Blake was lying to her hurt.

"Oh, ok." Weiss pretended she was alright; that she hadn't caught Blake in her lie.

"Did… did you… want to watch some more movies today?"

Blake turned back to her eggs and started dealing with the dirty pan to restart her attempt at breakfast. "I'm not so sure, maybe later? I have some work I have to do?" Blake almost sounded like she was questioning her lie.

"Oh? Work? What do you do outside of the White Fang?"

"Just stuff…"

"Oh? Ok…" Weiss couldn't believe how desperate she felt; how far she'd sunk. "Could… could you use any company? I've been really tired lately, so, I promise I'll be quiet."

"Uugh, I don't know that you'd want to. There's not really any room at my desk except for by my feet, and…" Blake trailed off and finished with a shrug.

Weiss's gut twisted, and not just because her body was actively rejecting a part of itself. She wanted to curl up at Blake's feet. She actually wanted to rest there and curl up while Blake casually did her work. She wanted to kiss and lick gently at Blake's feet to bother and tease her; bother her just enough to get her attention every once in a while. She didn't just want it, but she was about to request it. "That's… that's alright. I'm fine with that. S- sounds kind of nice."

"Oh, Kitten. No. It's all cramped there, and you wouldn't like it, and…" Blake again couldn't actually finish her lie.

"But you just said that was the only place-" Weiss deflated and simply gave up. "Alright. In that case I'm going to go back downstairs. If-" Weiss made the mistake of allowing a moment's pause and Blake pounced on it, replying and taking over her.

"Aww, sorry Kitten. But, that's probably for the best. I put the heater down there so you didn't get too cold. Take care tho."

"If yo-" Weiss opened her mouth again only to be cut off.

"Oh, and I hooked it up so you get the better channels down there too. So you're not missing any movies by staying down there or anything."

"Yeah." Weiss slowly began to break. "If- if you want to spend some more time together, come on down to my room, ok?" She sniffled.

"Yup! Will do, but I'm supposed to be busy today, so don't wait up."

"Mhmm… I'll try not to." The exhausted woman wiped her face clean, turned, and fought to save her tears till they could be hidden in the privacy of her bed.

Weiss tried to soothe herself as best she could. She tried to calm herself and get her mind off of Blake and whatever the hell was going on with her. She tried and tried, and every time she tried, she failed. At every step, her mind slipped back to a longing for Blake. It continued even when Blake came down to drop off Weiss's lunch. The faunus once more ignored and dismissed her. Blake was kind enough to give her another shaving of the dust after checking her temperature, but it was only enough to effectively taunt her with the relief she wanted. Since when had Owner become stingy about the drug! Blake used to like to keep her high and blown out. What the hell changed? Then, the toxic thought spawned in her mind. The genesis and replication of the toxic thought began to spring in her, to crack and initiate the break in Weiss's final bastion of comfort.

Could it be just another of Blake's games? Just another trick? Another tool to break her? It couldn't be? Could it? Blake wasn't that cruel… right?

Weiss tried to stay brave, to stave off those thoughts and believe that everything be alright; that Blake would return and be her loving Owner eager to give her comfort. She tried, but between pain, shame, stress, fear, and too many memories of her own family pretending to be kind to get what they wanted, Weiss was fighting a losing battle. Pain and fear ate away at her, one nibble at a time till she felt like little more than a carcass of herself; filled only of all the things she associated with the grimm. Fear, pain, negativity, anxiety, and despair… that was all she had left when Blake returned.

Weiss had only enough energy left in her to prop herself up in bed. "B- Blake?" She tried to muster actual hope, but what she managed felt only like the ghost of it.

"I heated up some of that mac and cheese you liked yesterday. Would you rather me drop it off on the table or do you wanna eat it in bed?" Blake offered distantly.

"I- can… can you come to- come to bed? It's… it's just so cold." Weiss whimpered.

"Sorry Kitten, I'm still busy with work. I wanted to make sure you got dinner though." Blake's lie grated on Weiss's blistering sore of an emotionally raw self.

"Then… then can I come with you? L- lay by your feet?"

"Silly, you just said you were cold. You'd only be colder sitting on the floor by my feet like that." Blake's cheery tone broke Weiss; the essence or pretending that nothing was wrong, that everything would be fine when things were oh so clearly not fine!

"NO!" Weiss screamed. "No! You don't get to do this! To! To play with my emotions like this! I- I'm not just some toy! I- I can accept being your Kitten… but… but you pretending to care like that? And then just pull away? That! That's just cruel! What- what am I to you! Just… just some fucking game! Se- see how pitiful you can make the evil heiress! I- I get it! I've made mistakes! I can understand everything else! But! But this!?" Weiss broke out into tears and began to shake rather violently. Her mouth continued to move; more in stammering breaths and failed attempts to find words, but also with hope that maybe Blake could say something to the contrary; that the faunus might have some kind of explanation about why she was doing this, why she was so distant other than just to fuck with the poor Kitten. No relief ever came. "You know! I- I actually thought you cared- that you actually gave a shit about me! How fucking stupid, huh? Yeah, I can't believe it either." Weiss paused, the last fraction of her hope disintegrating away in the face of Blake's apathetic expression and silence. "Yeah! Well, it won't happen again! I won't fall for it again. Cause- cause now I know all that soft Owner shit; that caring; it's all some sick fucking joke! It's a joke, and- and I'm not playing along anymore!" Weiss's energy died out, and so did her yelling. It all died, and she slowly slumped back down into her bedding. "Just… just get out." Weiss sniffled. "Leave me alone." She turned her back on Blake and allowed herself to cry.

"Al- alright then. I'll just leave your meal right here then. I- I have an emergency meeting to go to; that's why I brought this down now. I'm sorry." Blake sniffled, and Weiss almost actually thought she could hear sadness in Blake's voice. "Take care Kitten. I'll be home soon, and we can talk then." Blake stifled a sob, and the sound reinvigorated the dying garden of hope in Weiss for just a moment.

Weiss even summoned the energy to turn around, but by the time she did, Blake was gone.

End of Chapter 32

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Chapter 33

Blake managed to get upstairs before collapsing and crying. She was no good at this. She'd gotten exactly what she wanted, and yet she still hated it with a passion. Looking- hell she couldn't even look at Weiss while she did it. Pretending not to care- being so distant… maybe she could have done that at the beginning, when anger and hate were still fresh and lingering. But she hadn't felt that towards Weiss in what felt like a long long time. Subduing her emotions, pretending she didn't care, and not giving into Weiss's pleads for her comfort. Weiss was right. It was cruel. But it wasn't some game. It was what Blake had to do; the only way to make what would come next easier.

The emergency White Fang meeting, unlike the 'work' and 'busyness' of the day was not a lie. It was not a lie, and it was rather convenient. Blake had been planning to just wait until the usual meeting, but staying cold and distant to Weiss for any longer sounded more like an effort in torture to both of them than anything. The idea had festered in her mind for a couple days now. Weiss would be happier with someone else from the White Fang. Someone better than to let their anger get the best of them. Weiss deserved someone better to care for her until the SDC and her father finally caved. She deserved better, and now that she was hurt, she'd likely even be willing to take to a new interim care taker- or Owner as Weiss had been calling her. It was for the best, and that was what hurt most.

Blake had grown obstinate and deadset on ideation in her mind; that Weiss needed someone new. There were no other options that she could see; just like there truly were no options for her other than leaving the White Fang all those years ago. It was what she needed, so it must be what Weiss needed too. For Blake, the answer had been Beacon; her home for a glorious year. She just hoped she could find something as good for Weiss and ideally, something much more temporary- though, that was something she had next to no control over.

She'd put what was likely too much thought into it all, but with that, she had almost every question answered. Every question save for who. Who would be best to take care of Weiss and ensure she did what was necessary until the faunus were freed and things were changed in Atlas.

The faunus forced herself up from the ground and to her feet. She was already late to the White Fang meeting again- though, the rest of the members seemed to be decent about understanding. She did have someone of dubious compliance to deal with every day after all. Though, this time, it wasn't Weiss's fault at all. Blake cleaned up her face and set off towards the meeting hall as she forced herself to finally begin thinking about the last step of the thing she wanted to do the least; letting Weiss go.

Sun… was not an optimal option. Maybe he would have been years and years ago, but with how things had progressed, with how bad Atlas had gotten- and most specifically with what he experienced when he tried to live there with Neptune. It was a lost cause. Sun would likely end up beating Weiss if she didn't comply, and if a day and a half of acting cold pushed Weiss this far, then living under someone who still idealized the White Fang would likely devolve into hell for the Kitten all too quickly. Finally, he was, decisively, a man. Weiss's keeper didn't necessarily need to be a woman, but the idea of it being a man seemed easy to rule out, leaving very little grey area. Blake wasn't much to identify with femininity, but she understood the context and implications of having a man do all the things she had to Weiss. She simply had a hard time imagining any chance of Weiss complying with a many telling her to fellate a fake phallus.

As far as Jaune, Marrow, the Albain brothers, they were out for some of the same reasons. Jaune would likely have been the best amongst them, but even he had grown rather bitter about all things Schnee in his year since meeting Marrow and seeing what his boyfriend endured in Atlas. Marrow might have worked too, but he and Jaune were rather a package deal, and still, any Atleasian faunus was likely a bad bet- they'd just been through too much. Atop all that, Jaune and Marrow were also off away and trying to infiltrate the army in Atlas.

That too struck Neon and Coco as well. Neon would have been a lost cause. Even with everything else about being an Atlesian faunus, and her experiences with Flynt- even if he was about to flip and help them all. Neon just wouldn't mesh well with Weiss, and even more so when it comes to Neon being in charge of anything to do with the poor Kitten. Coco too, could be discounted for what she had witnessed Velvet enduring.

Ilia, Ilia could have been a compelling candidate; yeah, she could have been compelling if she was… an entirely different person, with a complete different history, no knowledge of the Schnee and what they had done, if she wasn't a faunus, if she hadn't a personal history with Blake, if Blake hadn't fucked Weiss repeatedly but never fucked Ilia so much as once… the list seemed to go on and on and on as to why Ilia was… a less than optimal answer to the question of who to take care of Weiss.

Eventually though, Blake came around to the only real answer. Velvet. Likely, she'd neglected considering the bunny faunus because she knew Velvet was perfect. It was obvious, and yet, the idea of giving Weiss off to someone else still twisted Blake's stomach with greed. But, Blake knew her wants didn't outweigh Weiss's needs.

Velvet. She was calm, quiet, tempered, and restrained. She knew when to apply force, but also how to avoid it at all cost. Blake didn't much want to admit it because it was antithetical to the goal, but Velvet also opposed this plan from the beginning. That was likely to mean that Velvet would go easier on Weiss than anyone else- something Blake honestly felt Weiss deserved after spending so long trapped with her.

So, that was it then. Blake decided for once and for all that Velvet would be Weiss's new caretaker and enforcer till the SDC gave in. The decision couldn't have come at a better time, She was staring down the meeting hall. It was time. It would be hard to convince Velvet this was for the best, but Blake could do it. Not only could she do it, she had to. Better yet, Harbinger rested by the door, half shifted between Qrow's common sword and scythe form. Perfect! Maybe Ruby, Penny, and Yang would have tagged along! It'd been far too long since she saw the rest of her old team- mostly because they were constantly on the run from Salem and Cinder with Oscar-Ozma.

Eager, and hoping that a reunion with her team could help soothe her inevitably soon to be broken heart, Blake slipped into the meeting hall to find it was already filled with everyone else. Though, no Ruby, Yang, Penny, or even Oscar. On top of that, this time they seemed much less patient for her tardiness.

"Where the hell were you!" Sun yelled, stomping his feet and already red in the face.

"W- woah." Blake raised her hands innocently.

"You- you need to be on time; e- especially for something like this." Ilia stammered.

"Oh- ok. Sorry, I just… I got held up by-"

"By who! By that Schnee whore! Where is she! Drag her down her; ideally by a fucking noose! I'll have Jacques setting them free in half an hour! He'll set them all free!" Velvet of all people demanded. Her weapon was already drawn, and shifting between the deadliest designs she'd ever photographed. Tyrion's tail, Qrow's scythe, Ironwood's combined blaster, and even some Blake couldn't recall ever seeing. Notably though, there was an absence. Completely missing from the weapon's twitching rotation was Coco's gun.

"W- what." Blake could feel all her plans shatter right in front of her eyes.

"Where the hell is she! Let me at her! We can send her back in fucking pieces till-" Velvet launched, so furious that she was willing to attack Blake if it meant getting to kill Weiss. She might even have followed through with it if the Crow hadn't swooped down only to turn back into Qrow and tackle her to the wall.

"Stand down! Attacking your allies won't get you anywhere!" Qrow gnashed.

Velvet scoffed. "Course you'd think that. You'd never need to attack a friend; just wait and let your semblance get them!"

Qrow stumbled back. He couldn't believe- innocent sweet Velvet could- but that was the thing. He could believe it. She'd stolen his bottle as soon as he delivered the news and hadn't let it go till it was empty. And if anyone knew what that could do to someone's restraint it was Qrow.

"Too far!" Ilia stepped in for the old Qrow. Someone needed to stand up for him even if he wouldn't.

"What the hell Velvet." Blake practically whispered, still trying to let it all soak in.

"And you! Shut your damn mouth! This wouldn't have happened if you'd just gone faster! Should have beaten the hell out of her and started sending back fingers and toes the moment you two landed in Menagerie!"

"Wouldn't have happened?" Blake questioned. It was obviously something horrible, but the question of what sent terror through her soul. "What wouldn't have happened!"

"This." Qrow tossed down the same pictures he'd shown the rest of the White fang before pulling his back up to the back up bottle from his pack. He unceremoniously plopped himself down and turned the bottle ass over end, gulping down as much as he could.

Blake knelt to pick up the pictures. Jaune, Marrow, Neon, Coco. All strung up, being held to posts open and publicly in the middle of the Atlesian streets. The only thing that covered them the same thing that kept them from falling fifty feet from the overpass down to the streets. Barbed and razor wire wrapped around their bodies. It had already cut into them and begun to tear at their skin by the time the photo had been taken. Plus the time it would have taken Qrow to fly from wherever he'd gotten the pictures to Menagerie and- "Are they still alive?" Blake's voice shook.

"Last time I saw? Yeah. But I'm not much welcome in Atlas anymore. Not after uugh… yeah." Qrow took another deep swig of his drink before sliding it across the concrete to Velvet. "I could barely get close enough to take those photos."

"How long- how long ago?"

"I caught the tradewinds coming out here, twenty-eight, thirty hours? I can't much check a watch in the air, and we're a time zone off out here."

"Then… then there's still time!"

"Time fer what." Velvet hiccuped, and tossed the bottle back to Qrow. Thankfully, he saved it from hitting the ground by launching into flight just to catch it. The lengths that man would go to for just a sip…

"Time to… to… to do something! To save them! To get them free! And… and…"

"Idiot, don't you get it. We made a show, now so's he." Velvet snarked.

"Hey! Back off! It's not her fault! It was Flynt! He's the one who did this. He sold us out." Sun reminded.

"It- it was Flynt?"

"There were posters hailing him as a fuckin hero all across town." Qrow noted. "Cause he 'halted the oncoming faunus invasion' or some shit."

"Damnit!" Blake cursed.

"It's all Neon't fault! She did this! She said we could trust him, and now everyone's going to die! Coco's going to…" Velvet sobbed.

"N- no! We- we can't let that happen! That's! No! We just can't! We have to do something!"

"Oh yeah, like what? What's your big plan Blake? How you going to save them now?" Velvet scoffed cynically.

"Blake… I- Velvet's drunk, but she has a point." Ilia tried to walk the line between judgment and understanding.

"Blake… I get that you're trying your best… but… but don't go promising things you can't deliver." Sun warned.

"Oh shut up! You're not the one with your partner half-carved up and hanging!" Velvet snapped.

"You think they won't find Neptune? You- You think they haven't already? I haven't heard from him since yesterday morning! A matter of hours before the ol' drunk spotted everyone else tied up." Sun's voice rose in fear.

"It's! It's fine! I- I have backups!" Blake boasted"

"You what?" Ilia's jaw dropped.

"I have something else! A backup plan! I- I have dozens of other photos; videos… devastating for the SDC. If we threaten it all at once… Jacques'll have to let them go! He- he will let them go, and we'll drag them back here. Never let anyone else from the White Fang back in the Atleasian kingdom again till it's all over!"

Qrow scoffed. "Yeah, sure, fat fucking chance. You'd need some killer fucking blackmail for that-"

"We've only let the first video go public right? So- so Jacquez is probably still retaliating for the preview of the one from this weekend! Right? If we threaten to go with all of it, we have a good chance." Blake argued.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Sun grimaced doubtfully.

"Yeah, I only saw the first broadcast, but… if that didn't do it…" Qrow reasoned.

"Well, here!" Blake whipped out her scroll and flipped to the picture she swore never to show anyone. Weiss, naked in bed, beautiful things written all over her and a dazed and washed out look of orgasm still lingering over her face. She tossed the scroll to Qrow.

"D- damn… Were her… always that big?" Qrow huffed with a more curiously impressed expression than anything pervy.

"No, they weren't."

"Kinky." Qrow gruffed and tossed the scroll on to Sun. From there, it rounded to Ilia and then Velvet before Blake got it back to have all of her guilt sink in. She'd promised Weiss she'd never show it to anyone… and… now this was just the beginning.

"You'll… you'll really save her?" Velvet whimpered.

"I'll do everything I can."

End of Chapter 33

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Chapter 34

Weiss worried herself sick about what Blake could ever have meant when she apologized. What could 'I'll be home soon and we can talk then' mean? It clearly hadn't meant that the moment Blake got home she'd come down to talk things out because Weiss could hear Blake come in through the front door hours ago, but Blake was yet to stumble downstairs. Maybe the extra ears weren't the worst thing after all. They were rather useful for hearing more…

Weiss waited as long as she could stomach. She had been beginning to feel a little better- though, maybe that was the packet of dust left with her mac and cheese. About an hour and a half after she heard Blake coming back in, Weiss allowed herself to follow her nose up to her Owner. The scent gave a clear trail. For whatever reason, Weiss had been feeling more and more overwhelmed with the odor of things recently. Sometimes it was annoying, but mostly, it was coco and Blake's heavenly earthy vanilla odor. She wanted nothing more than to find that scent buried under her nose all over again. Weiss just wanted things to be alright again.

She couldn't explain why she was giving Blake another chance. Hell! Weiss couldn't explain how or why she'd fallen for the captor this way in the first place. But, she had all the same. She had, and that was why she followed her nose to the most predictable room. The one Blake seemed to retreat into work or to grab those horribly beautiful and sexy tools.

Weiss considered knocking, but the door was already cracked open. So, Weiss just pushed the door.

Next to the door, a bookshelf with nothing that seemed to be presentable enough to go in a common room, then, next to that, a series of toys filled another wall. Weiss recognized… maybe half of them? She couldn't really tell given how the knotted dildo hung nearest to the next wall stole her eye. What might that feel like? Then, opposite that a wall filled with various bins. All of them contained what seemed to be rare forms of dust. They were all labeled, but Weiss only recognized a hand full. Some she thought only to be myth, but apparently they had been real. Finally, the wall opposite the door seemed to be illuminated- it was beyond bright, but Weiss's eyes seemed to naturally adapt to the pitch black of the home to the otherwise blinding computer monitors. The wall was covered in them. There must have been nine or twelve monitors- some of different sizes, but most of the same. The only thing between Weiss and the computer screens was a chair with the silhouette of cat ears poking up beyond it. "Blake" Weiss questioned before she realized what it was Blake was looking over.

The top left monitor held an open email page. Drafted, was something to her father's address with mp4 files already attached. The subject header: 'comply, or these go public in two days'. All the rest of the screens contained more or less the same thing. Videos, pictures, or gifs of Weiss. A collage of all her worst moments since she'd been taken- well, all her most embarrassing moments at least. Center amongst them all? The photo Blake had promised never to share; the one she swore would only ever be for her. "Blake, what the hell is this. You- you promised you'd never-" The truth of the betrail finally began to sink in. " You- you li-

Blake spun around in her chair, yanking headphones out of her human ears. "Fuck! Weiss- I-"

"You liar. You really never did care." Weiss stumbled backward just to fall on her ass.

"I- I- Weiss, it's not… it is, but- Weiss watch out!" Blake talked over Weiss. She lept from her chair, rushing to help Weiss back up.

"No- No! No, stay away from me!" Weiss stammered.

"Weiss- you- you don't mean that." Blake hesitated.

"Yes! Yes I do! S- Stay the fuck away from me! I- I loved you- I thought you-" Weiss shook her head in disbelief.

"Kitten, I love you too, I just…" Blake didn't know how to defend herself; how to explain. Weiss wouldn't care about the lives of her friends, especially not when they got captured invading the Atlesian military.

"No! No! I'm- I- I can't believe I thought you cared for-"

"I do care for you! I lo-" Blake reached out, but Weiss slapped her hand away and scurried backward on the floor till she hit her head hard on the wall behind her.

"No! Stay away from me! I- n- never touch me again!" Weiss panted.

"Weiss, listen to me-"

"No- I- It's my week. I- I'm going back downstairs and-" Weiss turned back towards the stairs, planing… not her escape, but her retreat to isolate for the next week at least.

"CHECKMATE." Blake yelled and the heiress fell flat to the floor. "Kitten." Blake sighed.

Weiss mumbled unintelligibly.

"I- I'm sorry Kitten. I- I never wanted to use that… it was really only for if you ever got your collar off and tried to run. I- I needed a command that could sleep you if you got free to prevent you from hurting anyone on the island." Blake defended herself to the heiress that likely couldn't even hear her through the command. "I- let's get you off the floor." Blake tried to start with something simple. Her arms slipped under the Kitten and carried her back inside the room to sit her inside the chair.

Blake clicked her tongue and snapped her thumb in quick succession and Weiss seemed to stir a little, but she lingered mostly under. "Hey, can you hear me Kitten?"

"Hmmm." Weiss's lacked the energy to actually lift her head, but it idly swayed side to side. It was most likely a side effect of inducing the hypnosis through a metronome as she slept, but Blake didn't have time to worry about what it might do to Weiss's neck.

"Hey, hey Kitten!" Blake tried to cheer.

"Whts… whts… gon on?" Weiss mumbled.

"Come on Kitten." Blake tried in her sweetest voice. "You remember our sessions. I did these every night while you slept." She knelt in front of the heiress and traced a small calming pattern on Weiss's thigh.

"Sssns- sessions?" Weiss clearly had trouble fighting through the haze to reply.

"You're hypnosis. You remember. Calm and feel better when I say 'Shh'. Be good and obedient when I-" Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Weiss visibly relaxed.

"That's my good Kitten, right?" Blake hated going back to this already. She'd been trying to dial back on the hypnosis for a while before she'd even decided to give Weiss up- though… that plan was shot. Like it or not, she was the only one Weiss would even be safe with from now on.

"I'm good Kitten." Weiss grew a soft smile.

"Yes you are. My good Kitten. You're my good Kitten, and I've been such a bad Miss lately." Blake offered a small kiss to Weiss's knee.

"B- bad?"

"Well, I've been being very distant lately- I- I thought it was for the best. But… that plan is… it's not happening anymore. You're stuck with me for now Kitten."

Weiss purred a moment. "Owner… stuck with Owner" A smile grew on her face, but it quickly soured. "Yo- yo- you… l- lie-"

"Fuck." Blake hissed.

"You lied! You lied! Owner lied; you don't care about-" Even in her trance, Weiss began to hyperventilate.

"Shh, shh, shh." Blake tried to calm with Weiss's most engrained trigger, but even that wasn't enough to bring Weiss back down. In desperation, Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Hey! Listen to me. Shh, shh. Calm down Kitten. It's alright."

"But… but you promised… and left… left me alone." Weiss's breaths slowed to a calm tempo, but she still held to the things that had gotten her so worked up.

"I know, I know. And I'm so sorry Kitten. But I'm here now. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

"But- but you- why did you lie? I- I trusted you; let you take that picture and…"

"I'm so so sorry. My friends got captured and… I was just trying to save their lives. I love you Kitten, and I know I fucked up, but… I have to save them. I have to finish this." Blake pleaded with Weiss despite knowing it was pointless.

"But… but…" Weiss sniffled and began to cry.

"I know, I know." Blake pulled Weiss in closer. "I'm so sorry love; I'm so sorry." Gently, she pressed her lips to Weiss's, but the other woman didn't respond to the touch at all. "I- I deserve that." Blake recoiled; hurt that even Weiss's subconscious didn't wish to kiss her.

Weiss was completely silent, somewhere between a blue screen of death and a spinning pinwheel.

"I know you're hurting."

"H… hurting." Weiss nodded gently.

"You want that pain to go away." Blake whispered and traced a small repetitive pattern over Weiss's thighs.

"I want that pain to go away." Weiss mimicked with a small whine.

"I will make that pain go away."

"Owner will make that pain go away."

"You trust me to play with your mind."

"I- I- tr- trust you to play with my mind." Weiss struggled.

"You trust me to play with your mind." Blake repeated; she'd need to get this right if it had any chance of sticking.

"I trust you to play with my mind." Weiss's eyelids fell just a little further and she melted into the pattern Owner traced on her thighs.

"You don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"I remember- remember you-"

Blake clicked her tongue harshly. "You don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"But- you… were… sending that picture to my fath-"

"Shhh" Blake tried again and clicked twice. "No, no, you don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"I- I don't remember."

"That's it, that's my good girl." Blake traced over Weiss's thighs slowly, repetitively, using it as an anchor to keep Weiss from drifting. She would need to do everything she could; this would be a flimsy fix at best. Everything else she's hypnotized Weiss into, she had time upon time. Hours and hours, plus Weiss's natural rem cycles to help her. Now? She functionally only had one shot to suppress the memory as far as she could. "You don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"I don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"You don't remember anything from the past two hours." Blake repeated.

"I don't remember anything from the past two hours." Weiss droned again.

"That's it. What is the last thing you remember Kitten?"

"I was… coming up to find you and I saw- you were!"

"No, no, that was just a nightmare Kitten. You were just sleeping downstairs waiting for me to come home."

"I was…"

"You don't remember anything from the past two hours." Blake pressed before Weiss could anchor the memory any harder

"I don't remember anything from the past two hours."

"There, now what is the last thing you remember?"

"I- I was crying." Weiss answered with a sniffle.

"Why were you crying Kitten?"

"You left- you just left, and… and I had said such mean things to you and…"

"Aww, it's ok Kitten. Miss understand."

"Owner understands?" Weiss perked.

Blake still wasn't quite sure where the Owner title came from. She'd never ordered Weiss to call her that or even think of her as Owner during their hypnosis sessions, but, it wasn't something Blake would turn down any time soon. "Owner understands. Owner was coming down to give you a treat in fact. You just heard her get home."

"Owner! Owner! Owner's home!" Weiss cheered.

"That's right Kitten." Blake Kissed either of Weiss's knees apologetically.

"Can't wait… can't wait for Owner."

"Well, I'll be right down in just a minute. But, first Kitten, what do you want?"

"Want… Owner." Weiss summoned the first desire that could come to her mind.

"No, no, if… if there was one thing you desired most, what do you want?"

Weiss's expression slackened.

"I- is there any one thing you've always wanted but never had? Anything I can give."

"I want… I want…" Weiss whimpered.

"Now we talked about this Kitten. There's nothing you need be ashamed of with me."

"I just…" Tears streamed readily down Weiss's face.

"It's ok. You're ok. What do you want Kitten."

Weiss hiccuped on a sob. "I just want someone to actually love me; not to use me." Weiss coughed and sobbed harder. "I- I want one person I'm not a tool or a prop to; someone who actually loves me."

"Oh, Kitten." Blake sighed and her heart shattered. Weiss clearly didn't know it, but she'd asked for the one thing she already had. "Ok Kitten. I can give you that; that I can give." Blake stood just enough to pull Weiss in for a hug and hold her close. "I can give you that, because I already love you Kitten."

"I love you too." Weiss sobbed into Blake.

"I love you." Blake repeated and snuggled into Weiss. "I love you and I'm sorry. This was never supposed to be used... I never meant to take memories from you."

"Ta- take memories?" Weiss questioned weakly.

"Nothing Kitten. You don't worry about it. Forget it. It's already done."

"O… ok Owner." Weiss slumped a little lower int Blake.

They stayed like that for a while, embracing each other and crying. When Blake felt they were done, she put Weiss to sleep and finished her last ditch effort to save her friends. With her hail marry thrown, she picked Weiss up and carried her back down to her room. There, Blake put Weiss back into bed and released her from the hypnosis. She rushed out of the room and prepared to try things again; the way she should have come home in the first place.

End of Chapter 34

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Chapter 35

When Weiss woke, she felt foggy. With no other reason to explain it away, she assumed it to be from the little packet of dust shavings Blake had left her with her dinner. But, she didn't have time to focus on that. She had heard Blake coming home? Right? Would Owner be coming down? When would she arriv-

"Hey sweet Kitten." Blake's voice wavered.

"O- Owner!" Weiss cheered before realizing she was still supposed to be being mad. "I- you're back." She tried with a very dour expression.

"I'm really sorry about earlier Kitten." Blake sighed.

"I'm surprised you even came back down. You didn't seem to want anything to do with me the rest of the day." Weiss turned over and did her best to present a rough and angry posture.

"I'm sorry." Blake repeated. "Can we talk some?"

"You can talk; I don't have much of a choice but to listen." Weiss huffed.

"Alright. I deserve that after the past couple days." Blake nodded- it hurt, but honestly, it was a relief. Weiss being mad at her for not talking meant she wasn't mad about what she'd seen earlier- or more accurately, that she didn't remember it to be mad about. "Can I come cuddle up while I talk?"

Weiss stiffened. Blake was asking to cuddle with her now… but… but she was still mad. She was mad and she still desperately needed her Owner. "Only if-"

"I'll play with your ears." Blake spoke at the same time as Weiss, but Weiss stopped.

"Fine." Weiss scooched closer to the wall to allow Blake to come in behind her.

"That's my Kitten." Blake kicked off her shoes and removed her jacket before approaching the bed and slipping in behind Weiss. She was fast to wrap her arms around the smaller woman and pull her in tight. She squeezed and nuzzled into Weiss's shoulder, littering kisses left and right. "Kitten, I love you and I'm so sorry." The truth of Blake's feelings slipped out infinitely faster than she ever intended. "I- I got it in my head that I needed to ignore you and it was so stupid and I'm sorry. But I love you and I'm here now." Blake squeezed tighter. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

Weiss's heart stopped and her hands found themselves ghosting over Blake's. The gentle pressure of her Owner squeezing her felt better than she could describe. She never wanted Blake to let go… but she needed to turn around; to look Blake in the eyes and see them as she explained. "Why? How- how could you think that was better? I thought- I thought you- that you didn't care; that you never cared about me and-" Weiss's breath hitched on a sob.

"I don't; I don't just care about you. I love you Weiss." Blake admitted again.

"I love you too." Weiss shrunk on the bed. "I- I just…" Weiss tried to shift to see Blake, but the faunus held her too tight.

"It's ok; you said I could talk, you just have to listen." Blake pulled Weiss over so they could see each other. "I'm sorry I made you cry Kitten." Blake tried to wipe away Weiss's tears, but it was a fruitless effort with how they continued to stream.

"Blake…"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you since you got here. I-" Blake stumbled to put her thoughts into words. "Some of what I've done was just what had to be done, but for everything else, I am sorry."

Weiss slowly closed her eyes and buried her face into Blake's chest. Her breasts were soft, comforting, and smelled, obviously, like Blake. "Love you." Weiss murmured into the warmth.

"Love you too."

Weiss stayed still and silent for a good while. Blake's warmth was enough to keep her happy, but eventually, her questions did press her to ask "But- then… why… why did you act so distant and…"

"I- I was feeling guilty after our talk the other day- guilty for what I've done that wasn't necessary."

Weiss nodded.

"And, I was trying to think of a way to make things better."

"So you treated me like a prisoner for the first time in weeks because you felt guilty for treating me like a prisoner…" Weiss leveled a glare at Blake to express her distaste for the plan she'd come up with.

"I! Well! When you put it like that, of course it was a shit plan!"

"Mhmm…" Weiss giggled.

"I-" Blake groaned. "I was just being distant because I was trying to make arrangements for you to be taken in by a different White Fang member; one who might treat you better… who wouldn't let their anger get the best of them." Blake swallowed before she admitted what would likely be too much; though that didn't stop her. "I had to be distant- if I wasn't, I could never have gone through with it."

"So, what? You were just planning to pawn me off?"

"I was planning to give you a choice!" Blake hissed. "I- if you'd done all the things I've done to you when I was your captive, I wouldn't have hesitated to slit your throat in the middle of the night… but… even when you had the opportunity, you didn't."

"I! Well, you had been being nice and…"

"I know you thought about it." Blake acknowledged a little cold.

"Never said I didn't."

"I know." Blake repeated. "But, that was why I was acting cold. I… I needed to take a step away to make sure I could go through with it if you wanted."

"You were really going to let me go?" Weiss looked scared more than anything.

"I told you… it would be a choice. But… if I'm honest, part of acting cold was to make leaving easier for you too."

Weiss took a small moment to process before nodding. "Look… it's not like everything you did was ok. Because… it wasn't. But… but I understand. It was… probably preferable to other methods of getting me to comply, and honestly, it is nice I've not like… lost any fingers or anything." Weiss admitted. "I guess what I'm saying is… it wasn't ok… but we can continue, and it will be ok." Her voice slowly stepped down into a small sheepish whisper. "Ok!" The tone sharply swapped as Weiss barked out, almost angry but Blake had some growing suspicion it was more from the heiress's own shame about wanting to continue rather than Blake's need to do so.

"Are you sure?"

"I mean, is it actually like there is a choice?"

"No… not anymore." Blake huffed. "But that doesn't mean you have to consent to it when you don't want to just so I feel better."

"I'm sure. I- I want to help." Weiss decided more definitely. "But… maybe… give me a little more slack with punishments? Especially if I very clearly am trying? And! And no more of that 'I am not allowed to change my mind if your request shocks me into saying no'! That was a pain!" Weiss winced.

"I can do that." Blake smiled and allowed herself a sigh of relief.

"Thanks." Weiss snuggled into Blake.

"Thank you." Blake returned.

"So… who were you going to pawn me off to anyways?"

"I told you I wasn't pawnin-"

"Ah!" Weiss dramatically fell onto her back and threw a hand over her head. "So unloved! Even my Owner just wants to pass along her Kitten to some other person because I've grown to be too much of a handful!" Weiss sighed showfully.

"Yeah, yeah, so damn unloved, huh?" Blake grabbed Weiss and rolled them both back and forth in the bed as she began to assault Weiss's chest with little kisses and nips.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Weiss cried out though laughing all the way.

"Hey what?" Blake stopped rolling and looked up, giggling as she pressed more kisses to Weiss's chest.

"W- woah." Weiss reeled, lightheaded and dazed. "S- sorry just- still a little off and feeling weak. I think- I think I'm just really anemic from… yeah."

"Sorry Kitten." Blake littered more kisses over Weiss's chest.

"So unloved." Weiss murmured and reeled; breath taken by the fact that she could actually say something like that and have it be sarcastic.

"Yeah, my Kitten must hate being so unloved."

"Yeah." Weiss agreed and snuggled into Blake to absorb all of Owner's scent that she could. "Really though? Who were you going to pass me off to?"

"Uugh, I don't think you'd really know her Kitten- she's probably not even in the records you got from Sienna's phone. She went to Beacon with me."

"Ah! Pawning me off on an ex? How rude!" Weiss feigned outrage.

"She's not an ex. She'd practically engaged by now mind you! But, it doesn't matter anyways. Even if you wanted to go with someone else… it's not an option anymore anyway." Blake huffed.

"Oh? What changed?" Weiss pushed herself against Blake as if to reassure that her curiousness wasn't equatable to interest in being with someone else.

"Well… the only White Fang member I would have trusted to take care of you well; to treat you something akin to what you deserve, she… she kind of lost it today."

"Lost it?"

"She… said some things about you; she wanted to hurt you." Blake scrubbed off all the gnarly edges, the fact that Velvet wanted to drag Weiss downtown via noose.

"And this is who you wanted to leave me with?" Weiss looked almost offended.

"I! That's not her; not really at least. She is a good person. Hell, she was opposed to us doing anything to you in the first place. She… she just got scared I think. She was drunk, and scared and… I think between those things, she just kind of lashed out. "

"Scared? Of what?"

"Her girlfriend got captured… she… she and a bunch of other White Fang members got taken. News came back a couple hours ago that they were all hung up by barbed and razor wire in the middle of the Atlas."

"Oh god." Weiss gasped.

"Yeah, so… emotions were high, and… and I just couldn't give you to her anymore; not if she's going to hurt you. Especially not like that."

"And… and it was the SDC that captured them?"

"Yeah, so of course, she blames you." Blake shrugged.

"Well… I'm not all too keen on being blamed, so… how about I make some more videos? If… if you want, you can even do some more kinky things to my body; preferably less permanent ones… but… if it saves your friends lives…"

"You- you what?" Blake stammered in astoundment.

"Well, yeah." Weiss committed. "If your friends got captured in Atlas, it means decisions are up to the council, Ironwood, and my father. My father controls the council- rather handily at that, and with a good vote, they can overrule almost anything Ironwood tries if he presents it well enough. Plus, the whole anti faunus thing isn't his game anyways. It's just another path to controlling it. I think that's the only real reason he puts up with my father's shit. So, really all you need is something good enough to make sure he will give back your friends in exchange for something that has happened to scare him."

"I- like… like what?" Blake still couldn't believe Weiss was openly offering help.

"Mhmm… I've got a few ideas." Weiss smirked.

"Oh?" Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, should… should I get ready? It will probably take me a good bit to get my makeup how you had it last time, so I-" Weiss tried to sit up but quickly felt woozy again.

"No, no no Kitten. Not now sweetie. I- I already tried something. I will hear back for how it works in the morning. For now, you still need rest… rest, cuddles, and some nice little scritches." Blake reached up and finally got to giving Weiss the ear scritches she'd been promised when Blake first came down.

Weiss's ears flicked and twitched happily as a purr slipped out from her throat. She was tired, drained, and exhausted… but Blake's touch helped to ease a lot of her troubles. "Love… you." Weiss murmured, her tail perking up from over her sweatpants and flicking happily in the air.

"There's my good girl." Blake praised and pressed her forehead to Weiss's. "Did you eat your dinner?"

"S- some? What I could get down? I- I felt… sick after…"

"It's ok sweetie. It's ok, but you'll be eating spinach salad and steak for the next couple days; maybe some extra raisins in your yogurt too."

Weiss whimpered and allowed her eyes to close. She tilted her head forward, offering her ears up to Blake. "That… shouldn't work…" Weiss pouted.

"Uugh, why not Kitten? You need iron, so I'll have you eating some iron heavy food." Blake paused and her hand left its post at Weiss's ear.

"Wha-" Weiss went to whine, but Blake's thumb at her lower lip caught her.

"Your lips are pale; beautiful as always… but pale." Blake ran her thumb back and forth over the other woman's soft lips. "They're pale and I'm worried about you. So, steak and spinach." She instructed softly.

"Shouldn't work." Weiss repeated.

"What shouldn't?"

"You… ordering me around; it shouldn't work on me like that." Weiss tried to hide her face, but Blake held it steady by her chin.

"Work like what Kitten?" Blake smirked.

"You know full well what."

"But I want you to say it."

"Shouldn't make me love you more; shouldn't turn me into a little puddle."

Blake leaned in, tracing her nose against Weiss's new ear. "Does knowing I will make you take care of yourself make my Kitten feel special? Does it make all the sweet places I've played with ache? All the spots I've broken you with wish to be touched again." She whispered the taunt into her Kitten's ears.

"Yes." Weiss cried out, desperate and almost in an actual sob.

"You know Kitten… cumming can help with cramps; might ease some of that pain… plus, you said you were cold… so… as your Owner, I'm just going to have to share some body heat."

Weiss nodded. "Just… not my… you know… the normal spot. I don't… I don't like touching there during… you know. D- dirty and sensitive and…"

"Of course sweetie." Blake assured.

"So, where does Kitten want to be played with?" Blake offered, a tongue darting out to lick gently at Weiss's ear.

Weiss cried out in a whine. "Fuck~ want… want…" Weiss panted. "Where… where's my toy?"

"Aww, the one that can cum in you? Make you all warm?"

"Yes! Yes! Wanna… wanna be filled! Cum… Cum… want cum! Filled! Want filled!" Weiss's eyes crossed in anxious excitement.

"I bet you do my good Kitten, but are you sure? You want more of it in you? Filling you up? Turning you into the perfect little cumslut?"

Weiss's nails begun to dig into Blake's back. She needed it, she'd go through Blake if she needed, but she would much prefer Blake go through her. "Now!" Weiss demanded.

"I need to go get your toy, so it will take me a moment one way or another, but if you give me an extra minute… I might be able to find a harness."

"A harness?" Weiss's pupils constricted with her focus. "You can…"

"You know the toy has a versatile base." Blake chuckled. "Why wouldn't it be able to work as a strap too?"

"Want Owner's cock. G- give me!" Weiss demanded. The Kitten's existence seemed to devolve into that of a feral beast, a desperate creature that just needed that most primal desire sated.

"You can come with me to get my things if you want, or you can wait here.

Weiss panted and clung tighter to her Owner.

"Alright Kitten, come with me." Blake announced as she hopped from the bed to her feet and snapped her fingers behind her. "Come on Kitten." Blake urged along, reaching down to Weiss and petting between her ears.

Weiss couldn't help but lean in and purr. She loved the comfort of Blake towering over her but not forgetting to give her some attention. It was perfect. It only served to help that Blake took her time, not getting too far ahead of the Kitten, and stopping to let her catch up when needed.

"Good girl." Blake praised and extended a foot to caress against Weiss's thigh. "You keeping up alright?" She checked as they found their first stop; the laundry room.

"Yeah." Weiss hummed softly and drifted gently towards Blake's leg. Too caught up in crawling around Blake's legs and pressing her sides against Owner.

"Ok, that's all from here. Gotta stop upstairs now tho. Are you good to crawl up the stairs Kitten?" Blake checked.

Weiss simply nodded and snuggled into Blake's leg.

"Good girl." Blake praised. "And it's ok if you can't or you need to take a pause. Just give me a heads up if you need anything."

Weiss more or less ignored that. She'd force herself up those stairs if she had to; anything to stay close to Owner, to have her spot at Owner's feet and be allowed to snuggle into her legs.

End of Chapter 35

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Chapter 36

The trek up the stairs wasn't too rough on anything but Weiss's knees. She'd grown accustomed to the knee pads Blake gave her during her weeks of noncompliance. Maybe… maybe she could have Blake break those out again sometime. Maybe… even the ribbons… or the paw gloves. They could all take on an entirely new connotation with the freedom to take them off at any time; or by making the choice to tell Blake she could take that freedom away again if she wanted… Weiss shivered. It was such a glorious idea, glorious and hot and… Weiss collided right with Blake's leg.

"Oop! Watch out their sweetie!" Blake giggled.

"Hmm? I- yes Miss. Sorry." Weiss whimpered and snuggled into Blake's leg. This time, she vaguely noticed as Blake pulled something from the fridge and plopped it in what seemed to be a tub of water. Before she could figure out that Blake was actually setting it to cook, they were moving again, and Weiss was naturally following. She felt herself slipping again, falling into the comfort of following Owner. She didn't notice what room they'd slipped into or that she'd been there before. She didn't see Blake grabbing the handful of things nor what they were, but she did notice when Blake snapped her fingers and guided her out of the room. Weiss lingered half out of it all the way until they returned to the stairs. She got about one step down before realizing how scary the angle was when she was down on all fours like that. She whimpered and fidgeted. She traced her steps on all fours and dawdled as if she could wait out the stair's height.

"Aww, Kitten." Blake knelt down. "It's alright. I've got you." She picked up Weiss. It took a moment of juggling, but she didn't even have to put anything down.

"O- Owner." Weiss purred into Blake's chest.

"It's ok Kitten. It's ok. We're almost there. Almost there, and I will take my sweet time with you; make you feel so good; make you mine all over again; make you mine for real with your consent- if… if you'd like of course?"

"Of course." Weiss nodded and tried to shift herself up in Blake's arms just to kiss at her neck.

"Such a little Vixen you are Kitten." Blake cooed.

"Yours." Weiss murmured.

"That's right. All mine." Blake agreed and slowly lowered Weiss back down onto her bed. "Do you need anything before we get started? New pad, tampon?"

"No… I ran out of the pads and swapped to the tampons you gave me when I got up to eat earlier."

"Perfect." Blake smiled. "Then, how about you strip down for me? Get into your favorite position?"

"Yes Miss." Weiss nodded and turned over onto her belly before propping herself up on her knees, her ass up in the air. The new position did much to stretch her out; her back had been sore from tension, but arching sluttily like that did much to help her release. Furthermore, if she just wiggled her hips a little… "Mhmm~" She moaned in a display Blake took to be tempting but had really only been Weiss rejoicing that her cramps seemed to slightly abate in the new position. Slowly, she slipped down her sweats and panties. She… admittedly didn't quite feel sexy even despite all of her hornyness. Between the weight she knew she'd put on since arriving on Menagerie, the bloating of her cycle, and the cramps that insisted on continuing, Weiss would have felt down right disgusting. She would have, but with Blake's half lidded hungry eyes lingering on her? Well, it got her feeling good enough to shake her ass seductively as she teased at pulling her clothing down.

"Such… such a good girl." Blake huskily praised. She rushed to rip off her top and jump from her pants. Watching Weiss go was… Blake had never anticipated the Heiress could be sexier than she had been cumming endlessly at her fingertips, but she had decisively been proven wrong. Blake's harness was less harness and more tight boxers with an intentionally sown in O-ring to hold a dildo with a strap attachment. She felt strong in them; powerful with the compression of the boxers- though… maybe that was more a side effect of the long cock she'd strapped into them. She had refilled it completely while she was in her room of shame and work. She'd been scared at first, but as long as Weiss hadn't been too distracted with being in Kitten mode, it should have made for a good test of the memory wipe. At least, that was what she had hoped. Another hope; she hoped the extra dose- or potentially several extra doses could help Weiss along with one cycle and onto another. Theoretical research was one thing, field practice had a tendency to be another entirely.

"B- Blake~" Weiss whimpered and wiggled her ass a little more.

"That's my good Kitten." Blake huffed almost primally.

"P- please~" Weiss pleased, a finger going back to tease around her tail and then along her outer ring. She shivered and her hole clenched greedily.

Blake pressed at the base of the toy protruding from her crotch so it would release just enough of its load to act as a lubricant. Maybe she should look into some solution to make sure all of the Kitten's greedy holes self-lubricated. It was an enticing thought; even more so when she considered how adorable Weiss would look, pretending to be all angry and mad over another mod that only showed her appreciation for it. Plus, the idea of not having to feel guilty for it? She'd always had interest in such things as an extra curricular. Having that experience come in useful for the task of encouraging compliance was simply preferable to the White Fang's old tactics. Lopping off fingers and toes, leaving brands and scars, along with all those other classic forms of torture were much more Schnee. This was safer and most of it would be a lot easier to reverse, and would never be truly life changing. For those reasons she'd committed to it for Weiss as a torture. But now to do it as a pleasure… she could actually enjoy a much more indulgence than she'd allowed herself with Weiss ever before.

Then again, that was exclusively applicable if Weiss actually gave approval for such a thing when it wasn't with a pretext of helping with something she'd already unknowingly helped with. A nice thought all the same however.

"Blake!" Weiss complained again in achy desperation.

"Yes, yes, of course love." Blake knelt down and climbed up onto the low to the floor bed. She planted her hands firmly on Weiss's hips. The heiress was beautiful. The way her body had adapted to her fuller ass was honestly breathtaking. "May I…"

"Yes! Whatever it is! Yes! Just! Just!" Weiss whined and groaned angrily into the bed.

Blake slapped her Kitten's ass a little firmly. "Shh, easy girl. You'll get what you need. I'll take care of you. Just be patient." Blake soothed her hand over the lightly reddening outline from her slap.

Weiss bit her lower lip and cried out, her back arching all the harder in her delight with the spank.

"I- I've never done this… Like… ever actually done anything with a strap before; I've tried it on and fooled around in the mirror for fun, but, never done it." Blake warned. "So, I'm going to need you to be patient with me. You need to tell me if something is good; if it hurts or if you need me to stop."

"I need you to start!" Weiss snapped gruff.

"Greedy, greedy, greedy little Kitten." Blake sighed and began to work a little of the toy's liquid against Weiss's hole to lube her up.

"Haaaannnh~" Weiss gasped, pressing her face harder into the bed and her ass further up. "Warm… warm… so warm." Weiss purred and gently worked her hips in a circle to spread the sensation around her needy hole.

"That's it, just let me warm you on up, alright?"

Weiss nodded and gave a little groan of appreciation.

"You said not the usual spot, right?"

"I- yeah…" Weiss whimpered a little fearful of what Blake wanted.

"Would you prefer I stay away from there entirely or are you ok with some touches? I'm sure it's not a thing you have to deal with now… if you ever did? But I can have trouble finishing without touching a little around my clit or the hood.

Weiss felt her cheeks burn. It did sound nice; just having that part of her gently grazed against occasionally? Sure, having everything be focused there seemed… honestly a little repulsive, but to have it teased as her ass got filled?

"It's ok if it's just a no go right now Kitten. I just wanted to be able to help if you needed that." Blake leaned down to press soft and gentle kisses at the small of Weiss's back.

"Oh… Brothers… I-" Weiss whined.

"What is it love?"

"Can… can I show you; show you how I'd like it?"

"Of course Kitten." Blake petted gently over Weiss's shoulder.

"Ok… umm…" Weiss took Blake's hand that wasn't still warming up her backside. "I just…" She directed it down and around her, towards her mons. "I- it's even more sensitive ever since you put the piercing by it." Weiss hesitated and maneuvered Blake's fingers so one was on either side of her slit. Her breaths were quick to hasten. Anticipation built and her clit ached for the attention Blake had trained her to expect.

"I'm sorry Kitten." Blake kissed at Weiss's back again.

"N- no, it's… it's actually really nice. I just… don't want to cum immediately. Or- I- maybe I do… I just… if you focus on it too much it will get-"

"That's my slutty little Kitten."

Weiss felt her head fog in the euphoria of being praised. She devolved into little whimpers for a good while as Blake continued to gently tease the flesh around her slit and her ass. "Just… right… right there… and you can press at it… but it's better if you don't go at it directly; at least not today."

"I think I get the idea…" Blake pinched ever so gently at the slight raise of flesh around Weiss's slit. She could almost feel the extra resistance of Weiss's clit between the Kitten's outer labia, and she gently went around it, pressing but not too much.

Weiss screamed; she screamed and Blake could feel Weiss's body clamp up and tense.

"Did you just?"

"Shut- shut up and fill me already." Weiss pressed her head into a pillow, hoping she could hide her shame at cumming so easily.

"Of course" Blake pulled back to line up the toy with Weiss's entrance. "Of course, my good gi-" Blake halted her praise before she could finish.

Weiss whined in protest. She wanted to hear that she was a good girl! She needed to feel herself being filled. "Come on! What- what's wrong?"

Blake stifled a chuckle. "You- you really wanna know?"

"Yes! Just! T- tell me and get on with it."

Blake pulled away, and regretfully removed her hands from their positions pleasuring Weiss's pussy and ass. "You and your pussy have matching tails." Blake flicked at the tampon's sting and tease around her tail, all while cackling.

"Oh, are you fucking kidding me-eeeohhh!" Weiss melted and completely forgot her frustrations as she felt Blake begin to push the toy inside.

"That's it Kitten." Blake fell forward, catching herself with one hand. Her whole body felt so close to Weiss's their flesh touched all over and only grew closer as Blake continued to slip in.

"M- more." Weiss brokenly pleaded and pressed back.

"Of course Kitten." Blake kissed up Weiss's back and down to her neck as her free hand returned to its position right by the front of Weiss's slit. She slipped in nice and slow. Weiss's ass may have been beyond slutty and greedy, but that didn't mean she needed to be rough with it; not tonight at least. Kitten would be just as happy to be lovingly filled, and Blake felt a need to be soft and gentle after every hateful thing she heard said about Weiss at the White Fang meeting.

"Yes… fill me, fill me, fillmeup. Wanna be stuffed; filled to the brim, wanna~" Weiss groaned and pushed herself back on the toy.

"Shh, shh, easy there Kitten. I'll fill you all up, give you everything you want; every little thing." Blake rolled her hips slowly as she eased further in.

"Want… cum… cum." Weiss tried to subdue the thoughts of being filled and beginning to swell with… Weiss yelped. Was… was she really thinking about? But! Toy! Blake was using a toy! That wasn't even possible. It was hot though… the idea of being bred. She almost cried out and begged for it, but some shattered fraction of her pride stopped her- or… maybe it was something else? Shame? Fear? Fear that Blake might be disgusted with her deepest cravings.

"I'll make you cum all you want my beautiful Kitten." Blake felt the heat of Weiss's ass beginning to press up against her hips. She huffed low. It felt phenomenal; having her Kitten's needy ass pressed up against her, with her buried deep inside the craven hole. "Going to make you mine beautiful girl."

"Yours!"

"That's it." Blake cooed and began to press harder around Weiss's clit.

"Owner!" Weiss cried out and pushed back, filling herself with the toy only to have Blake pull out and thrust back in.

"Good girl." Blake took her Kitten's eagerness as reason to fuck faster. Blake didn't stop there. Each buck left Weiss panting just a little harder, and it was the pinnacle of encouragement. Blake bit and sucked at Weiss's neck and shoulder, leaving marks of love all across her Kitten's pristine pale flesh.

"Blake! Blake, I'm gonna- I'm gonna…" Weiss panted out before long; already beginning to come apart.

"Do you want to be extra good Kitten?"

"Yes! Wanna be good! Good for Owner. Good Kitten."

"Then don't cum, hold it. Be good for me."

"What?" Weiss panted and trembled. She was so close. It felt so good, but her climax felt impossible to deny or evade.

"You don't have to. Only if you want to be extra good."

Weiss wriggled and tried to fight her body.

"Do you need me to slow down?"

"Yes!" Weiss yelled.

"Alright Kitten." Blake slowed her fingers near Weiss's clit to what was almost a complete stop.

"N- no- not… not that slow. I- Fuck it was… was so good."

"You are so good my Kitten." Blake bucked herself up so hard that Weiss felt her head colliding perfectly against the pillows.

"More! Close! Wanna!"

"You want to cum Kitten?"

"Yes! Cum! Want Cum! Cuminme!" Weiss blurted out more or less not realizing what had slipped out.

Blake growled pleased. "One day my beautiful Kitten. One day." She licked up Weiss's neck. "But that's not what I meant. Do you want permission to cum?"

The phrasing; the ideation that her orgasm was a gift given by Blake's grace and Blake's grace alone, it did everything. She needed it. She needed to cum and she needed permission to do it. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Then tell me whose you are."

"Yours! I- I'm Blake Belladonna's slutty Kitten!" Weiss cried out to immediate reward. Blake fucked faster and played with Weiss's clit through her outer labia with all the speed of her favorite wand. Weiss's legs gave out, slipping down from under her as her mind shattered and Blake buried the toy as deep in her as it would go.

As Weiss had expected, the toy emptied itself in her, shooting whatever the warming liquid had been. It felt even better than before; the heat filling her up and soothing the chill that lingered in her bones. She wondered if Blake would ever let her just drink a glass of whatever it was for the hazy delight it could bring. It was unlikely, but a wonderful thought.

"You're such a good Kitten." Blake purred and ran her fingers through Weiss's hair, slowly pulling out the tangles the session had left in it.

Weiss whimpered and purred.

"So good, so so good for me."

"Owner." Weiss cooed with heavy half lidded eyes.

Blake laid there, on top of Weiss and holding her gently for a while, but eventually, she felt Weiss beginning to slip to sleep. To prevent that, she pulled out and off.

"Hey~ C- come back." Weiss whimpered.

"It's alright love, I'm just moving you around."

"I- but I liked how we were. You were so warm… the toy was so good inside me." Weiss mused.

"I know Kitten, but I want you awake. You didn't eat enough at dinner, and I am worried about you, so I set something to cook upstairs while we played."

"But slee- eep!" Weiss yelped as Blake picked her up and began to stand.

"We will sleep in a little bit, for now, I want to make sure you're nourished."

"F- fine." Weiss pouted and tried to pretend that she didn't love being doted over.

"Good girl." Blake whispered and began to carry Weiss back up the stairs.

Blake sat Weiss down at a dinner table while she moved to the water bath. A check at the clock and a gentle touch at the steak inside the baggie confirmed that the heated water bath had gotten it to a good eating temperature and the only step left was a hard sear. Conveniently, she had a small torch she normally used for creme brulee, but it would work just as well for searing the steak to edible.

Weiss was still more or less in a daze with the toy's fluid slowly leaking out her ass. She wanted Blake to return and hold her, but she could see Blake was working to help her somehow, and that was more than enough to make her feel warm in its own way.

Before long, Blake had the steak finished and cut up. Weiss expected them to eat at the table, but instead, Blake stopped by her side and spoke, "Are you good to walk a little, or do you want me to pick you up again?"

"I- I could walk, but the stairs seem."

Blake just shook her head. "We're not going back downstairs tonight Kitten."

"Huh?"

"I want to sleep in my bed tonight, and I want you cuddled up next to me as I sleep so…" Blake made an innocent face.

"I- are you sure?" Weiss hesitated before getting her hopes too high.

"Yes, now, come on Kitten. I still have a couple things to do with you before bedtime."

"Yes Miss." Weiss followed obediently back to Blake's room.

When they arrived, Blake placed the plate on her nightstand and turned to Weiss. "You can sit on the bed Kitten."

"I- umm… thank you." Weiss flushed, realizing how naked she still was and how Blake was still wearing the strap underwear loaded with the cock.

"How are you feeling? Your temperature seems to be beginning to normalize?" Blake checked and massaged gently behind Weiss's ear.

"Better, so much better." Weiss purred.

"Good Kitten." Blake sat next to Weiss on the bed. She seemed to be waiting for something or otherwise anxious.

"What's up?" Weiss leaned into Blake.

"I- umm…" Blake fretted and leaned down to grab the bag of things she'd taken from her work room. "I grabbed some other stuff while we were getting everything."

"And?" Weiss followed up patiently.

"And… one of them… is… well, it's a replacement for something you already have."

"Replacement?"

"For the one thing you are wearing right now." Blake sheepishly answered as she pulled the bag into her lap and fidgeted around with it.

"But I'm not wearing anything right now, I- I'm…" Weiss looked down and over herself before craning her neck she felt it. "My collar?"

"Yeah." Blake sheepishly pulled out a sleek silver circle that seemed to open and close by a clasp at one end. It was beautiful, sleek, something Weiss could wear to classes or even to work back home. It had a spot to attach a leash, and it would certainly compliment Weiss's complexion.

"You… you're taking off the shock collar?"

"Well, if you want to keep it you can- and… I mean, if you don't want any collar at all, I guess that is alright too- I'd appreciate if you wore one during your videos tho-"

"I'd really like it." Weiss sniffled and nodded.

"Turn over here then?"

"Yes Owner." Weiss nodded and obeyed. She gave a pleased little hum. Submitting willingly to Blake was some kind of sublime. She'd experienced the feeling once in a while back when she still fooled around with the odd stray at school, but this was different; stronger somehow. She leaned in and delighted in the feeling of Blake's fingers undoing the old collar. A pang of confusion and panic shot through her the moment the old collar came off. She didn't like it… it was a crude tool, but… but it was her collar, one of the truest signs she was Owned. Having it taken away felt wrong- even if it was a shitty shock collar.

Thankfully, that feeling didn't have to last. Blake's fingers were quick to replace it with the new collar; the refined thing cold and feeling downright proper on Weiss's neck. Blake fiddled with it for a while, screwing the locking mechanism together.

"Ok, and… that's it." Blake centered the collar on Weiss's neck.

"Mhmm… it's nice." Weiss naturally allowed herself to fall forward onto her hands and knees so she could crawl onto Blake's lap

"Good girl." Blake quickly took to petting Weiss. "I- umm… and… here…" Blake passed off the key to Weiss. "It's just a star head screwdriver, but that's how it comes on and off. You deserve the key so you can take it off if you ever feel the need."

"No." Weiss puffed softly and refused to take the screwdriver.

"What?"

"I don't need it. You're the only one I want taking off my collar." Weiss snuggled into Blake's side.

"Uugh… you're killing me being so cute like that Kitten." Blake griped.

"Mhmm… I'm alright with that." Weiss settled.

"Alright. Alright. Dinner time though Kitten." Blake leaned over and stole the plate off her nightstand. She'd already cut the steak up into small little strips, so all she had to do was slowly feed them to Weiss. The Kitten took to her meal as if she hadn't eaten in three days. Though it worried Blake that Weiss was so hungry, it comforted her that the Kitten was getting to eat now.

Weiss licked and sucked on Blake's fingers greedily, loving the taste of the meat on her tongue. The last bite was bitter sweet, well, savory, but still.

"Such a good Kitten, you ate it all up." Blake cooed and hugged her sweet girl.

"Bedtime." Weiss murmured quietly and snuggled into Blake.

"You can go to sleep, but I still have a nice little plan or two."

"Plan?" Weiss questioned.

"Your body writing wore off. I was thinking of doing some more. I get to have more fun now that I can write about just how loved you are."

"That sounds so nice." Weiss cooed. "But… I wanna stay awake long enough to fall asleep in your arms" Weiss pawed gently at the bedding.

"Maybe my writing can wait till tomorrow then."

End of Chapter 36

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Chapter 37

Blake's arms were muscular, strong and homey, but they were far from the best part of Blake's bed. The best part was the scent. Unlike the bed Weiss had been sleeping in, this one had nothing but Blake's odor soaked through it. She found herself pressing her nose into the pillows just to enjoy Blake's scent and rejoice in the homelyness of it. She loved it, the heavenly sleep it gave her when combined with Blake holding her tight. She remembered Blake gently kissing and praising her as she drifted away.

When Weiss woke again, it was to the touch of a cold marker on her skin. She could remember it well, but this time she had not the slightest hint of fear for it. "Whatcha writing love?"

"Right now? 'Spankable', and right cross your ass. But a minute ago I was writing 'Kiss and love' up by your neck." Blake laughed dryly. "You couldn't have woken up for that one, huh?"

Weiss giggled. "Is it?"

"Is what?"

"My ass? Is it spankable?"

"Very… in fact…" Blake was quick to write something new under it.

"Hey! What are you writing! Hehe, that tickles!"

Blake leaned down and bit Weiss's ass cheek. "Bitwble." She answered with an oversized smirk.

"You dork!" Weiss rolled her eyes.

"It's true. Very biteable." Blake repeated.

"Yeah yeah." Weiss rolled over and pulled down the blankets to survey her body. There were a litany of repeated sweet comments. 'Perfect', 'Beautiful', 'Good Girl', 'Sweet Kitten', 'Kind', 'Sweet', 'Delicious', 'Loved', and 'Sensitive' were littered over her along with some other notable notes of 'Lick the good Kitten here', and 'Praise the perfect pussy'. Once more, Blake had drawn her symbol in a womb tattoo design. It was hot. Weiss could feel herself slicken at the sight. It was very hot, and even while still on her cycle, the thought of being bred… it was painfully alluring.

"Good?" Blake checked with a gentle caress at Weiss's hip.

"Perfect."

The two ended up cuddling for a good while, but Weiss was the first to interrupt their peace. "How are your friends?"

"According to his email? Jacques was very angry… trying to intimidate me- he threatened to kill them all if I went public with… with the last video."

"Oh. Yeah. He wouldn't much like that one, no." Weiss winced.

"Something like that." Blake lied.

"So… are your friends going to be ok?"

"I don't even know he hasn't killed them already."

Weiss popped up from the bed. "You don't know if they're alive?!"

"No Idea." A part of Blake's soul visibly shattered off at the admission.

"I- I love you, but! But if that is the case! Then why the hell are you lounging in bed with me?!" Weiss shrilled.

"B- because Kitten." Blake's expression grew guilty. "They aren't the only ones I've failed. And there's nothing I can do but wait and hope for them; for you I could at least be here." Blake shrugged.

"I- well… that's very sweet of you, and I appreciate that…" Weiss hopped up from the bed, looking like she had a job to do; mostly because she did.

"But?" Blake followed up, fully aware it was coming.

"But, it's unacceptable." Weiss started looking around the room.

"Whatcha looking for babe?"

"M- my sweats… I- things are a bit of a blur last night, but I remember slipping them off…"

"That was back down in your room love."

"Oh…" Weiss flushed. "Well… I need to go exchange my tampon, so I should go down there anyways, but… but where is your work computer?"

"Uugh…" Blake stalled. She couldn't quite have Weiss back in that room already. Weiss seemed to have forgotten, but testing the memory suppression so hastily would be asking for it to fail.

"Fine, any computer… I- It's fine if you don't trust me with access to White Fang secrets." Weiss huffed, more wanting to move along than focus on what she perceived to be an ongoing lack of trust from the woman who claimed to love her.

"Oh, babe, it's not that- I-" When had Blake started calling Weiss babe? It was nice… but… was it right? Her feelings were earnest… maybe getting the better of her a little too often, but certainly earnest.

"You want your friends freed, no?" Weiss leveled her glare at Blake, less interested in debating whether or not she was trustworthy and more focused on actually proving her worth.

"Of course!" Blake snapped back, hurt at the insinuation that it could be anything otherwise.

"Good. Now, where is a computer?"

"I have one in the corner of the den; code's R, P, B, Y, the number four, three, V, H, A, and then an exclamation point."

"Ripby for ever?" Weiss scrunched up her face.

"Don't judge me, Ruby had her girlfriend make me the computer and made the code."

Weiss shrugged. "Meet me there in a couple minutes."

"Ok." Blake nodded

Weiss rushed through a very cursory shower- really just a vague washdown to get the beautiful stink of sex off of her and to feel extra clean before settling in for work. Clean and hygiene products replaced, Weiss, rather impulsively decided on something other than her sweats. She was feeling better in the new day. Cramping had begun to abate- surely thanks to Blake indulging all of her greed the previous night.

"You like those socks, don't you Kitten?" Blake greeted with more than a hint of surprise at the Kitten's choice of wardrobe- though far from disappointed. The Skirt and crop top did wonders for her- wonders that only felt more glorious with the cute cat paw thigh highs.

"Shut up." Weiss gruffed, her tail flicking happily back and forth behind her in the open backed chair as she clicked through things on the computer. "I…" Weiss looked down over herself. "Wanted some of your writings to show… you wrote 'perfect' over my tummy and…"

"And you are Kitten. Just perfect." Blake kissed the top of Weiss's head.

"Thanks babe." Weiss reached up to rub Blake's shoulder appreciatively as she worked at something on the computer.

"So… what exactly are you doing?"

"Saving your friends." Weiss answered, two tabs already open.

"Ok, but ho-"

"Email address and password?"

"Uugh, BBelladonna at Beacon dot vale. And… password's the same."

"Your friend made the password, huh?"

"Hey! I- I keep all my passwords the same; easier to remember that way… plus… it's been a long time since Beacon fell. I miss them."

"Sorry." Weiss sighed. "I- I didn't know." She offered feeling guiltful for judging.

"It's ok, but what did you want my email info fo-" Blake's eyes shot open with terror at the sight of Weiss logging into her email. The first in her inbox; the reply to the email that contained all the photos and videos she'd promised never to share. She felt horrible. Not only had she betrayed Weiss, but she would have to do it again if Weiss saw. Blake's heart raced and felt like it was trying to strangle itself as Weiss clicked on it and opened up the email. Hidden right below the fold, Blake's biggest betrail.

"Ba da buh da ba." Weiss murmured under her breath as she read over the email. "Yup, that's definitely him. All the others read like this?"

"Uugh, well, no actually. They were… a lot more… restrained." Blake forced herself from her racing mind.

"Yeah, you didn't get him till now then. That was his assistant." Weiss announced, happy to be of use to the cause and help her Owner? Girlfriend? Whatever they were now, she was happy to be of use.

"That… doesn't sound great."

"What? No, this means he is actually handling it now; you have him rattled. Till now he…" Weiss's tone sunk. "He didn't… care…" Weiss audibly coaked up and Blake could see her hands begin to shake over the keyboard.

"Wei-"

"This is good." Weiss's strained voice forced out. "Ah- umm… if he's dealing with you directly now… there's no one to stop him or talk him out of this."

"Weiss." Blake whispered worriedly, but the heiress ignored her.

Weiss just clacked away at the keyboard, often misclicking and having to backtrack to make up for it. "Umm… print screen butt- oh, found it. Don't worry about that-"

"Print? What do you need to print?" Blake's eyes flicked up from Weiss's shaking hands to what seemed to be an invoice document or a tax filing.

"Not print print, just… just save the picture of it on your computer." Weiss rushed along and completely missed as she passed by all the files Blake had misappropriated the previous night. "Ok…" Weiss paused with a new, blank email set up.

"Ok? Are you? You don't seem so-"

"You hypnotized me, didn't you." Weiss interrupted cold and distant. The jig was up, Blake was caught. Weiss knew. She knew it all. Of course she did this, it was just to make her sweat.

"You- you knew?"

"Of course I did." Weiss's shaking hands fought to calm as she rested them on the keyboard.

"But- When did you-"

"I started figuring it out a couple weeks ago."

"What?" Blake's brow furrowed. What did Weiss mean? The big betrail hadn't come till last night and-

"Making it so I got incredibly horny if I thought of myself as anything other than a Kitten was a bit of a dead give away hun." Weiss looked up to Blake who stood over her chair.

"Oh- you meant-" Blake sighed with relief. "A- and you're not mad? I mean- if you know- why are you helping? I-"

"Because… I'm still me. If you were good enough to slip something like that into my subconscious… I mean… I am kinky and that surely helped, but…" Weiss sounded almost analytical; like she was dissecting it all from miles and miles away. "If you're that good, I don't know why you didn't just try to get business secrets from me while I was under."

"You know business secretes?"

"He's been grooming me to take over the whole company if I didn't step out of line again; that… and he's lazy. That helps a good bit too. Means I had to start taking things over more and more since I got out of-"

"Since you got out of what?"

"Since my stay at the hospital." Weiss brushed the topic away swiftly. "Anyways, if I thought you would try to ascertain such secrets, he won't be surprised when you suddenly have them- and now that you've publicly humiliated me, he'll believe I'm not acting of my own control."

"Huh?"

"You have full access to my knowledge of Schnee Dust Company inner workings, shortcuts, and law violations without my father knowing I betrayed him." Weiss began typing hastily.

A quick skim as Blake tried to catch up confirmed that Weiss was writing the email from Blake's perspective and threatening him to let go of the hostages and send them on an airship to Menagerie withing the next... "Thirty minutes! Isn't that really quick?"

"SDC is smart about how and where it broke laws. They only did it in ways that could be covered up in an afternoon. Hour if Jacques is willing to kill the right people. And… he's willing to let me rot here; he wasn't even willing to look at the emails his fucking self till today. We need him under time pressure. It will be too hard to hide it if we broadcast evidence in under an hour and he knows that damn well. Plus, you said your friends were strung up? I'd rather they get here ASAP to make sure they get adequate medical attention."

"Weiss, you're-"

"I know… I was complicit in all of it; everything he did. I know and I'm sor-" Weiss interrupted as she finished up the email only to be interrupted in turn.

"You're amazing!" Blake gawked at the finished email.

"What?" Weiss muttered stunned.

"I would never have known all that- I- I thought my friends were…"

"I don't advise they return to Atlas any time soon… there will likely be a shoot on sight order till power changes hands, but… keep them here? And they'll be safe. Also, you'll have a brand new Schnee airship, hopefully that can ease things at the White Fang." Weiss stood from the chair, her tail curring around her exposed midriff. "I- there's the email, you can send it… I recommend following through on the threat of going public if he doesn't comply. I- I have a dozen more things like that. I thought start small and ramp up. And, bonus, the more and more you reveal to the public, the worse SDC image will become. The easier they will be to topple."

"Weiss…" Blake struggled to pick her jaw up from off the floor.

"You can look over it to see if it looks good, send it when you're ready, but be prepared… if he was replying himself… you have his full and undivided attention." Weiss trudged ahead, more or less ignoring Blake. "I- I really hope this helps; that this saves your friends."

"Weiss! Thank you!" Blake yelled to finally get the Kitten's attention.

"Oh… Uugh… No- no problem." Weiss shrunk and nearly disappeared completely as Blake hugged her tight.

"Weiss, thank you so much, I-"

"It's ok. Umm… he should be going to lunch soon." Weiss warned. "You might want to send it now."

"You think? But- but don't you want breakfast or something first I feel like I should throw you a party!"

"We can eat after... I- I'll be able to relax a little more if you know your friends are ok."

"You sure? Is- is there anything I can do to thank you?" Blake looked around eager to return the favor.

"Can… Can I just lay at your side while it all gets sorted out? That way I will be able to rest, be close to you, and I can even help if need be?"

"You sure?"

"Certain." Weiss nodded softly.

"Ok Kitten." Blake grabbed a blanket from over the back of her couch and draped it over Weiss's shoulders. "But if you actually want to lay at my side, I want you as warm and comfy as possible."

"Thanks Owner." Weiss smiled.

Before long the Kitten found herself at Owner's feet under the large desk where the computer was situated. It was nicer that even she'd anticipated. Blake's feet were a little chilly, but Weiss had been warming up and if anything felt the chill was nice to lay her back against. She may have actually liked it there too much, watching her new tail carelessly flow back and forth in her own contentment. It was nice, calming. That calm only grew when occasionally, Blake would pet her with her foot. Weiss was rather certain she purred as Blake's big toe caressed over the back of her new ear.

It was quiet for what felt like almost too long. Maybe Weiss was just a little bored, maybe the concern over whether it would work made it feel like it was taking too long. Weiss eventually began to fidget, to roll back and forth, and even to snuggle against Blake's leg. It was more comforting than she ever would have expected, getting to snuggle into Blake's leg. When Blake gently wrapped her legs around Weiss's torso, the heiress melted. If things hadn't been so tense, she would have eagerly pulled down Blake's pants and begun to devour. She'd yet to actually eat any of that faunus pussy… it was about time she got around to it.

"Weiss!"

"Hmm?" The Kitten stirred and snuggled into Blake's thigh.

"Weiss, it worked!" Blake shuttered. "It worked- they're in the ship- I- I can see them!"

"Wait! Wait! Before you give the ok!" Weiss's ears perked up with a last minute thought.

"What?" Blake turned her head down to the heiress as she popped her head up from under the desk.

"Is it two way?"

"No, just a livestream of my friends."

"Good!" Weiss stood to look at the monitor. The four looked… worse than worse for where; much worse. She felt horrible for what had happened to them, buy those feelings had to wait if she wanted Blake's friends to return safely. "Tell him to turn the camera to the flight console. If anyone or a robot is on it, he could cancel the autopilot and have it turn around."

"Oh, ok." Blake nodded and typed it into the chat.

The camera turned quickly to reveal that nothing was there, but that didn't satisfy Weiss. "Tell him to run a standard diagnostics test."

"A what?"

"Just type that in, standard diagnostic test."

In the video, Jacques walked into frame and then punched a series of commands into the flight console. Blake and Weiss waited anxiously as a small bar worked its way to full. As Weiss anticipated, the console flashed red.

***FLIGHT MALWARE DETECTED***

Reset and purge databanks?

Yes No

"Holy fuck."

"Tell him to purge it and have one of your friends work the autopilot."

"Gotcha, thank you." Blake nodded and typed in what Weiss instructed her to. Jacques followed the instructions and obediently went to leave the ship. Weiss sighed in relief and rested her head on Blake's lap once more. That was when Blake thought to extend somewhat of an olive branch. Before Jacques stepped off of the airship, Blake sent another duo of messages.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your daughter?

She misses you, and a video of you saying something to her might help.

His figure looked down to his scroll and his shoulders fell up and down with his laughter before he turned back to the camera, shook his head, and held up a middle finger.

End of Chapter 37


Author's note: Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 38

Weiss returned to her spot at Blake's feet as the faunus watched over her friends and began to message them. Jaune was fine, his endless aura seemed to be enough to keep anything worse than a scrap or two sticking on him. Coco too was more or less alright, she was cut up here and there, a handful of bad gashes, but nothing looked infected or like it wouldn't close. Besides that, she was thoroughly shaken up from both what she'd seen and the fact that they'd all been stripped- a nice little jab back at Blake for making Weiss make the videos with little to no clothing. She was also extremely worried about Velvet. Blake assured Coco that her girlfriend was worried, but not any worse than a hangover.

Marrow was where things started to get rough. Much like Coco and Neon, he didn't have the same aura reserves as Jaune, so he was rather cut up, but that was far from the headline for him. His tail. Blake's blood ran cold when she saw what they'd done to it. It had been cut short like a pit bull raised for fighting. He said he was fine, but Jaune's worried eyes portrayed that things had maybe not been as ok as he said.

Neon was the worst of them all. She actually looked like she fought the binds intentionally to punish and harm herself. Her whole torso had been torn up. Just like Marrow, her tail had been mutilated. Blake wanted to cry and scream and throw things at the sight. They'd flayed the skin off of her tail, left a stub and what looked to be a horribly painful limp half bloody flesh half bone remnant of her tail. Atop all that, Blake could see how Flynt's betrail broke her. She would need extensive medical treatment when they landed, but at least part of her tail would be saved.

It was… worse than Blake had expected; the Schnee had rarely been cruel for the fun of it- there was no money in that, and money was all they ever seemed to care about. It was worse than she expected, but in a way, she also expected them to come back in coffins or not at all. Either way, it was thanks to Weiss that they would be coming home. It was thanks to Weiss, and Blake would not soon forget that. She should have simply asked Weiss for help to begin with- she felt horrible for not being better. With checking in on her friends finished, Blake picked Weiss up off the floor and held her tight. She expressed her deepest thanks repeatability and hugged and kissed Weiss. It was the first time they'd really kissed, and understandably, it was a little awkward as they learned each other's lips, but it was sweet and they did grow to understand each other better.

"You- you've never kissed me before; not really." Weiss brought her fingers to her lips stunned but appreciative.

"No, I haven't." Blake admitted. "I- it felt too intimate a thing to do. At first I didn't really want to, so it wasn't an issue, but… when…" Blake averted her eyes. "When things started to blur, and I actually wanted to… I just didn't want to take that from you." Gently, Blake took Weiss's hand to her lips and kissed that too. "Shit- I should have ask-"

"No, it was perfect." Weiss shook her head and leaned in to kiss Blake again.

"Thank you; if you were anyone else, we'd already be planning you a damn parade or something."

Weiss chuckled dryly. "Yeah, I don't much see the White Fang throwing me a parade."

"No, neither do I." Blake sighed. "But, they do owe you thanks."

"Ha!" Weiss reeled. "Yeah, I don't see that happening either."

"We'll see Kitten. We'll see." Blake hugged Weiss and kissed around Weiss's newer ears.

Weiss purred and snuggled into Blake. This was exactly what she wanted; Blake happy and holding her.

In time, Blake prepared them both a meal. Eggs, toast, and a small bowl of yogurt for each of them. It was nice and quiet, but Weiss still seemed to lovingly slump into Blake. It worried the faunus but it did make sense that Weiss was drowsy, her body was still going through quite a lot. It was something mildly worrisome to think that Weiss might later be mad for another surprise change, but, it had been a long time coming. Beyond that, she did have a growing suspicion that Weiss would actually love what was coming, so that was of some comfort.

Eventually, with the goal of allowing Weiss somewhere to rest and recuperate while her body worked, Blake picked the Kitten up and carried her back to bed.

"Taking away my room?" Weiss smirked softly.

"Huh?"

"Bet you'll turn it into some kinky dungeon knowing you."

"I wasn't trying to take your room, I just-"

"Teasing." Weiss nuzzled into Blake's chest.

"Ah. I can take you back downstairs if you li-"

"Don't you dare!" Weiss hissed.

"Oh?"

"Your bed smells so much better; like Owner… feels home, warm, makes me… soft, craving, we-" Weiss's eyes shot wide open at the realization of what she was saying. "I! I mean!"

"I know exactly what you mean Kitten." Blake kissed Weiss's forehead again before draping her down on the bed.

"Thanks." Weiss mused and curled into the bed.

"The flight plan says everyone should arrive in about three hours."

"Makes sense." Weiss nodded and wrapped blankets around herself before stealing Blake's pillow and holding it to her nose.

"I'll have to go meet them. Marrow and Neon aren't looking well, and I need to ensure they get treatment. Beyond that, I need to contact some of the other White Fang members; Velvet needs to know her girlfriend is safe. Everyone else will want to know too."

"Mhmm kay." Weiss seemed overly preoccupied with breathing in Blake's scent from off the pillow.

"If you're up for it, I would appreciate you coming with me to meet everyone." Blake reached out to caress Weiss's shoulder.

"W- what?" Weiss pulled the pillow away to reveal her shocked face.

"Yes,"

"You want me to meet the people who think I am at fault for four of their friends almost dying?"

"I want you to meet the people who'se friends you just saved."

"No! No! I'm not doing it! I have no interest in more people telling me how horrible I am!"

"You're not horrible Kitten."

Weiss averted her eyes. "I-" Weiss whimpered.

"You aren't."

"I was more than complicit."

"Weiss…" Blake massaged gently at the Kitten's shoulder.

"I can't face them."

"You just saved-"

"I can't."

"You don't have to." Blake offered. "You can stay here if you need. I just wanted… wanted them to see… you aren't what they thought- you aren't what I thought."

"Not so sure about that." Weiss murmured.

"You're wrong." Blake assured.

Weiss just shook her head.

"Either way, if you change your mind, you're welcome to come. I won't let anyone say anything to you. You may have been their enemy yesterday, but today, you're their hero.

"No hero." Weiss muttered guiltily.

"It's alright." Blake soothed as best she could. "I just didn't want to leave you alone; didn't want you to feel alone for so long while I was out."

Weiss's expression grew distressed.

"I know my being absent hurt you yesterday, and I wanted to avoid falling into that again."

"M… maybe."

"What?"

"Maybe I'll come." Weiss offered noncommittally.

"Alright. I'll let you nap for now though?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

Blake again checked in on her friends and did her best to scour her dust stocks to see if she had anything that would do for Marrow what other dust did for Weiss. She wasn't sure Marrow would want it, but… she needed him to have the option if he did. Neon might make for a more complex fix. Her tail being mutilated was horrifying, but it might be salvageable- though certainly scared. Worse yet, Neon above all the rest of them used her tail the most. It often helped her balance on her skates while fighting- Blake worried that might be over for her fellow cat faunus.

Velvet sobbed on the phone when Blake informed her Coco was coming home safe. Blake was just happy Velvet could have that fear lifted off of her shoulders. They kept the call simple- Blake still had some testing with her dusts to do after all- but before they finished, Blake made sure to warm Velvet, Weiss might be coming and that if she did, everyone needed to stay hush hush about anything to do with videos or photos. Blake skirted around an explicit explanation, but she made certain to have Velvet tell everyone else to shut their mouths and follow her lead if Weiss did in fact tag along.

With a keen eye on the clock and the chat log with her friend's ship, Blake worked and tested different amalgamations of dust from her stocks for the following hour or so. She felt she'd approached a good enough formula, but wasn't quite sure she was ready to test it on her friends when the ship began its long and gradual descent. That worked as her cue that it was time to meet them at the landing pad. Blake got dressed and ready in her old combat outfit before stopping by Weiss.

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted and brushed her hand against Weiss's waving tail. The cute appendage wrapped loosely around her hand, soft and sweet. Blake could only wonder what might happen when Jacques finally caved. Would Weiss return home? Would not returning home be an option while still freeing the faunus? If the Kitten returned… what would she do about her new appendages? Fear shot through her at the thought that Weiss might opt into the same things forced upon Marrow and Neon. What about the ears? Blake wanted to vomit the further her mind slipped down the trail of thoughts.

"Hey!" Weiss rolled over on the bed. "You- you ok? You look pale?"

"I'm… fine." Blake lied.

"You sure?"

"I'm headed out now. Have to go greet everyone and hold the next meeting."

Weiss nodded.

"And I offered to give you the heads up, so, would you like-"

"I'll come with." Weiss offered overly fast.

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Let's go!" Weiss pushed forward a brave face, but Blake could tell that at least in part it was an effort to comfort her.

"You don't have to, I'll be alright."

"No, I- I thought about it… and… it's probably best to face some of… it's good to meet all your friends."

"Ok." Blake settled. "But if you need to run home, that's alright." She pulled a key from her pocket and offered it up to Weiss. "It's the key to the front door. This way you can be safe inside if you need to run off to be alone."

Weiss crawled over the bed to hold Blake close. It was mostly a symbolic offer, but to Weiss it really did feel like being offered her freedom for the first time in her life.

End of Chapter 38

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Chapter 39

It only took all of ten steps out and onto the beach for Weiss to begin clinging to Blake. The faunus offered her hand to hold, but Weiss wrapped both of her arms around Blake's instead. She hung onto the faunus, holding onto her arm tightly as she strived to steady herself on the fancy socks; it might have been a bad idea not to grab shoes, but it wasn't like she had any to grab in the first place. All her shoes had been left back in Atlas. All the same, the padding at the underside of her thigh highs would suffice till they could get her some actual shoes.

The Kitten began to tremble the further into town they got; the more faunus stared at them, trying to figure out if she was in fact that Weiss or just some new faunus to the island- that was a wild thought. Weiss knew it already of course, that the point of her ears and tail had been that for all intents and purposes, she was a faunus now. She knew, but up until foreign eyes began to leer at her, she never realized what it really meant. That this was how everyone would see her now. It was… odd. In some way, it actually meant she never had to be a Schnee again. Her father would never let someone with faunus ears and a tail run the company. Depending on how long everything stretched out, it was unlikely she'd actually be granted the anonymity of suddenly seeming to be someone else entirely. If it weren't for the videos, she could likely use the ears as proof that she wasn't Weiss; she could start a new life. But… she already seemed to have one? Maybe? Could whatever this was with Blake be a life? Could it be her life? Her life as a new Kitten?

"It's alright Kitten." Blake offered and kissed Weiss's ear. It flicked back and froth cutely, tickling Blake's nose. "They don't know; they're not looking cause it's you. They're looking because I swore off dating after Adam."

"Oh?" Weiss questioned quietly.

"Yeah." Blake sighed and kissed Weiss's ear again.

"Is that… what we're doing?" Weiss paused just long enough for Blake to freeze in her tracks. "Are we… dating?"

"I- I!" Blake stammered. This was not the place to be having that conversation! Not at all!

"Cause… if we are, you'll have to actually start taking me out on dates and stuff. And, no! Movies on the couch don't count!" Weiss let go of Blake's arm to stare her in her eyes. "I mean! At least! Not most of the time; only when we're tired and need to stay in… or if you did something fun to me that day and I ask… for us to do something else instead."

Blake chuckled and shook her head. "I think I can manage that Kitten."

"So, that's…" Weiss looked up to Blake worriedly.

"We can talk more later, but… I'm not against it." Blake shrugged. "I love you. It might be a bit awkward- the power dynamics are… still lackluster." Blake visibly tried to ponder it.

"I think I'd like it; power dynamics and all."

"Ok Kitten, ok, but, let's get going. I don't want to be late."

Blake picked up the pace to make it, but Weiss and Blake arrived just as the ship began its direct descent. Blake hadn't meant to leave Weiss behind, but the moment the ship's cargo door opened, she couldn't stop herself, she rushed up into the ship to greet her friends. She'd packed a bag before they left and was quick to administer what first aid she could and pass out some clothing for everyone. Everyone but Neon was able to get patched up there in the ship. But for Neon, Blake called the Menagerie hospital who already had an ambulance coming for her.

With everyone else handled, Blake turned her attention back to Marrow. "You're tail." She whispered.

"It's fine." Marrow forced a sad smile.

"But-"

"It's fine." He repeated and turned to look back to the little bandaged nub that stuck out from the ill fitting sweats Blake lent him. "It's still there; just smaller. It'll make sitting in some chairs easier."

"Brothers." Weiss whispered horrified as she stuck her head in to look on at Blake and her friends. She quickly retreated at the sight of people noticing her.

"We- one way or another I want to give it another look and make sure it heals up well, ok?" Blake offered, already stepping backward. "I- I'll be right back."

"O- ok." Morrow nodded and turned to Jaune who held him tight.

"Weiss! Wait! Weiss!" Blake cried out in a mild hush as she followed after the Kitten.

"No, no, no, no." Weiss murmured under her breath as she shook and leaned against the ship.

"Weiss!"

"They- they… but… but daddy said he'd never-"

"Weiss!" Blake cupped the Kitten's tear-stained face.

"I- I-"

"It's alright, they're all alright. Everyone's home and safe."

"They mutilated his tail- and… and that poor girl." Neon hadn't yet gotten her tail wrapped like Marrow- mostly because her tail was much worse for where and Blake wasn't confident enough to touch it without hurting Neon worse.

"She… she's hurt, but she looks like she'll be alright."

"But! He! He!"

"Marrow? He's ok. I'm pretty certain he's just happy to be home and safe with Jaune."

"Not Marrow! Jacques! He! He stooped to… to doing that to them-" Weiss shook.

It took Blake a moment, but… it dawned on her what Weiss meant. The Schnee had historically shied away from such mutilation- even decades ago, the family didn't engage in removing faunus features. It had been reportedly for a number of reasons, but the one Blake always believed was that someone in the hospital can't work; it just wasn't profitable. That and the reality that any faunus who removed such a feature often could often blend into society as human. It was much more common that those faunus that could would remove the extra parts themselves to lead a better life and have better jobs. If they could have a better job, they didn't need the SDC. "Why has he started doing this now?"

Weiss shook her head.

"Weiss Why."

"I- I would always tell him it was stupid- Ironwood used to talk him out of it, but he couldn't care less for the faunus and he wanted to start doing it again, but- but- I stopped him and- and now he's-" Weiss began to hyperventilate.

Blake yanked the poor heiress into her arms. "It's- it's not your fault." She whispered and tried to squeeze the guilt out of her. "Shh, shh, shh." Blake resorted to the hypnosis triggers to soothe the Kitten as she gently caressed behind Weiss's ear and offered small kisses.

It took an overzealous amount of sushing and holding Weiss before she calmed, but eventually she did- though it seemed more like she was forcing herself to appear calm because she was outside rather than actually feeling it. Blake could do her best to help Weiss through it all later, but for now she didn't have much of a choice but to believe Weiss when she said she was ok. There was just too much yet to do. In that time it took to soothe Weiss to at least passingly alright, the ambulance had come and taken Neon. The rest of the group lingered in the ship, politely waiting as the leader handled the captive.

"I love you. It's going to be alright." Blake offered a chaste kiss to her Kitten.

Weiss nodded softly and snuffled.

"They are ok." Blake assured.

"T- they're ok." Weiss offered more to placate Blake than because she honestly believed it.

"You're ok."

That one Weiss didn't even try to repeat, she just gave a noncommittal nod.

"Are you good to meet them? Or would you rather go home?"

"I- I can meet them." Weiss forced herself to answer.

"Alright." Blake took Weiss's hand and held it as supportively as she could.

The duo boarded the ship to see the three that remained. They all sat where they had on the flight over, each of them looking like they wore the weight of the world on their shoulders. "Marrow, Jaune, Coco, meet Weiss; she's the one who saved you all. I- I was out of ideas and hopeless, and she saved my ass, and very literally yours."

Coco squinted, trying to add everything up, Marrow failed to close his jaw, but Jaune asked boldly what they were all thinking. "Was… was the Schnee heiress always a faunus?"

Weiss's ears fell and she crossed her arms over herself in a defensive and scared stance. She subtly hid the tail that naturally wrapped around her belly with her arms as she shifted uncomfortable and on edge.

"No; and she's not; not really, just… felt apropos." Blake kicked at the ground under her. It all made perfect sense in her head, but now being forced to explain her choices felt much harder than she'd expected.

"And you do mean… that Weiss; there's not some other Weiss that you kidnapped hiding out somewhere else on the island?" Coco pressed.

"Yes, I am Weiss Schnee." Weiss answered.

"And you saved White Fang members from your father because…?" Marrow questioned openly.

"Because Blake didn't make me help."

"Huh?" The trio questioned in more or less unison- a confusion taking up in them and only growing more severe at the guilty look Blake wore.

"Scuse me, you had her sitting there and weren't going to push her to help?" Coco reeled.

"Wasn't that the whole point of this? That you'd force her to help one way or another?" Marrow added.

"She already was helping- I didn't have any other ideas; plus, honestly, she kind of jumped to help."

Weiss nodded. "She's… she's right. I- and I guess that wasn't the whole reason…" Weiss covered herself tighter with her arms. "Plus, it was the right thing to do."

"Are we sure she's a Schnee?" Marrow worried.

"Hey, she helped us." Jaune glared at his boyfriend.

"Maybe she's adopted?" Coco postulated.

"She- she's not adopted!" Blake snapped in defense of the Kitten, but Weiss had already started providing an explanation of her own.

Marrow, Jaune, and Coco all went for their weapons that had been stored in the ship's outside cargo bay in a mad dash.

"Weiss!" Blake screamed.

"What? They wanted to know if I was adopted? This is the Schnee family semblance." Weiss shrugged. "Not adopted." She unsummoned the large suit of armor brought fourth by her semblance.

"Guys, calm down, she wasn't fighting." Blake groaned.

The three all stopped and stood awkwardly.

"S- sorry." Weiss shrunk.

"She saved you, why would she all of a sudden want to fight you now!"

They shrugged.

"I- I'm actually trying to help. I- I sat by and let a lot of things go that I shouldn't have while I was at the SDC. I know it won't be enough, I just… I want to try and make up for whatever I can."

"Well, you've made a great start." Jaune offered an extended hand towards Weiss to baffled looks from the other two.

"Thanks… Jaune?" Weiss questioned and shook his hand.

"Yup." He nodded. "And this is Marrow, my boyfriend." Jaune pulled Marrow up a little forcefully, but kindheartedly all the same.

"I'm so sorry about your tail. I- it's horrible and-" Weiss's tail waving free caught the corner of her eye and she forced it down with her hand. "Fuck! I- it's new and I'm still-"

"It's alright. And… Blake sounded like she might have something to help it heal or grow back." Marrow forced a polite smile and offered his hand to shake as well.

Weiss stepped forward to shake his hand before retreating to Blake's side.

"Well, I'm Coco, and thanks for the help, but I need to go find Velvet."

"She's in the meeting hall. I figured we should all talk about things now that we have a new approach."

"A new approach?" Weiss whispered.

"You said you had other things like what you did this morning; bigger ones, right?"

"Yeah." Weiss nodded.

"Are you not comfortable helping anymore." Blake hadn't intended her words to come out quite the way they did. She meant it to be an honest check, a worried confirmation that she hadn't already signed Weiss up for something she couldn't do. Sadly, it came out much more like a judgement.

"I- I can, I am." Weiss settled within herself- though with more reservations than none.

"Well… we clearly have things to talk about at the meeting." Blake settled.

"Let's go then!" Coco lead.

The others left and head for the meeting hall, but Blake and Weiss lingered on the ship. Weiss fidgeted uncomfortably, but Blake's calm hands took hers and lent her steadiness. "Did I misunderstand; make a wrong assumption?"

"Huh?" Weiss picked up her heavy head.

"Are you ok with continuing to help like you did this morning? I- I didn't think about it like this at first… but I understand if you think about things differently now; now that it's not the lives of direct friends of mine on the line."

"No, no… I- I did mean to offer my help, and I did mean for it to extend beyond today; I couldn't say no if I wanted to after seeing your friends."

"Weiss… you have a choice, that was the point of… of almost everything else I've done; even when the only choices I gave you were shitty."

"Love you." Weiss slipped into Blake to hug her tight.

"I love you too Kitten." Blake squeezed and snuggled into the top of Weiss's head. "Are you up to tag along to the meeting hall?"

"Yeah. Jaune and Marrow are really nice; I hope everyone else is like them."

"Uugh…" Blake stalled. "Velvet usually is… but… Jaune is often the sweetest of the group."

"Oh." Weiss winced and sighed.

"It will be ok tho. I won't let any of them give you too much trouble. You're mine, and I'm the only one who can hurt you. Remember?"

"Yeah." Weiss cooed and snuggled into Blake's chest.

"Ok Kitten, let's go."

End of Chapter 39

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Chapter 40

The walk to the foreign building was easy for Blake and the Kitten. Blake felt so strong, so confident. It was what Weiss needed to muster the courage to forge on ahead. It was scary, especially considering that she was to be going to meet the White Fang member that had as recently as the night before been asking to hurt her- Weiss suspected for some reason hurt wasn't quite what the renegade member wanted and that Blake had cleaned it up for her. But, she had no real proof, maybe Blake hadn't sugar coated it at all, maybe this Velvet only wanted to hit her or take out some rage.

Well, murderous members of a rebel organization or no, Weiss wanted to be there for her Owner, for her partner? Girlfriend? If they were to be dating… did that mean they were also more than just Owner and Kitten? If she were honest, she'd been warming up to being Kitten to Blake's Owner, but being her partner too seemed rather nice; all the better if she could manage to do both simultaneously.

Weiss was still thoroughly wrapped up in her thoughts of what it might be like to be both Blake's Kitten and her girlfriend at the same time when they arrived at what looked like an old run down theater. Blake leaned down to deliver a sweet and kindly short kiss; a little reassurance that everything would be alright before they headed in. It made Weiss melt and hold to the faunus all the tighter.

It was dark as they slipped inside the old theater but Weiss felt like plenty of light slipped in somehow.

"Watch out Kitten, it's pitch black in here, and I know you can't s-"

"No it's not." Weiss's brow furrowed.

"What, no… it's completely dark in here. I know I can see, but it's even dark for me, the only reason I can see anything is because I'm a faunus."

"If it's pitch black in here then, I'm a faunus too." Weiss looked around, trying to taken in the fractured rafters and splintering supports. "Are we sure this building is… safe? Everything looks… about to fall apart."

"Fuck, you really can see it." Blake's jaw dropped.

"Course I can, it's dark, but not pitch- hey, why the look?"

"Shattered moon in the sky, I think I turned you into a faunus."

"No, that's, I-" Weiss couldn't believe- but this was far from the first thing she had trouble believing since she arrived in Menagerie.

"I- we need to keep going, but when we get home, are you alright with me drawing some blood when we get home?"

Weiss nodded. "That's alright."

"Ok. I-" Blake lingered with her mouth open but nothing coming out.

"It's alright. I- night vision is… well, it's just a cool bonus if that's really what this is."

"Ok Kitten."

The dramatic difference of lighting in the dim theater when Weiss and Blake emerged from offstage to the area seemed to confirm to Weiss that her eyesight had changed. In the brighter room, she couldn't so much as see more, but ascertain color better. Brothers, it was odd to think that she could see in the dark now. Overwhelmed and looking all over the theater that had clearly once been a fantastical and majestic auditorium, Weiss was too distracted to notice when Blake stopped. She successfully walked right into Blake and nearly knocked them both over. It was only by Blake's balance that somehow, neither of them found themselves tumbling to the ground.

"Hey guys, this is Weiss." Blake greeted with an awkward sigh.

"I know what she is." Sun gruffed.

"Privileged heiress." Ilia sniped.

"Did she really help?" Velvet stepped up from hiding in Coco's arms.

"Yeah, she did; even after she knew what you wanted to do to her last night." Blake answered for Weiss, a protective arm draping over the new faunus.

"I- thank you Weiss. It means a lot." Velvet offered.

"I! Uugh, yeah! Marrow and I are very appreciative too." Jaune added in.

"Happy to help." Weiss forced a frail smile and a strong expression, but that seemed to be melting mighty quickly under the magnified focus of almost all the White Fang.

"Anyone care to tell me why Ms, Short, Slutty, and… sexy sweet Kitten?" Ilia read off of Weiss's exposed midriff. "Is here and not in her cage?"

"Hey!" Blake yelled.

"Sexy sweet Kitt-" Weiss tried to recall where she had heard the words that day- it was written right over her belly! Damnit! She should have changed back into her sweats before coming out! How could she have been so stupid! Brothers! She could see more than just that- several somehow even more embarrassing things written over her and exposed. She tried to cover it, but it was a losing battle to cover herself.

"What'd that other one say? Blake's good sl-"

"Enough Ilia!" Blake snapped.

"Oh what? Just because she rolled over, showed you her pussy, and helped out with one thing, she's what, your girlfriend now"

"So what if she is!" Blake snapped.

"You're in too deep!" Ilia barked. "She's in your head!"

Weiss couldn't help but let loose a large hefty laugh. "She's not the one who got hypnotized."

"Calm down!" Sun yelled at everyone.

"Fine." Ilia rolled her eyes and sat back down in an angry huff.

"Moving on!" Sun shot eyes around the room. "How is Neon?"

Coco shook her head. "I don't think she's ever been so bad. Jacques flayed her tail, but Flynt was the one who did the real damage. I don't know if she will ever heal from what he did to her."

"I will be checking in on her tonight." Blake offered.

"Good." Jaune agreed.

"She could really use the help." Marrow added.

"Anything else anyone feels the need to address before we proceed to updated plans?" Blake allowed everyone a moment, but when nothing came in response, she moved ahead. " Weiss was the one who saved us today; who saved our friends. She didn't do it because I forced her, not because I demanded it, I didn't even ask. She did it because she wanted to help; for that, I will be ever grateful."

Weiss flashed a timid look to the rest of the group, wanting to protrude confidence, but utterly poor at it.

"She know SDC secretes. Ones clearly good enough to scare Jacques. Financial and legal secretes. He forfeited four White Fang troops over the course of half an hour just to keep one secret under wraps; hell, he threw in the airship for good measure." Blake explained and turned to Weiss. "Ki- Weiss, you care to tell them what you are willing to do to help and how you will do it?"

"I- uugh… well…" Weiss sighed. "You know, it's pretty much just what Blake said. I know Schnee secrets, and I can help. I- it worked better than anything else so far."

"Oh, what, so this is your ticket out of having to do your videos?" Ilia snarked. "Or are you just too busy eating faunus pussy to actually do your-"

"What's it matter if she's helping do something better?" Blake raised her voice.

"No." Weiss answered simply.

"No what?"

"No, I- I have to keep making those too." Weiss admitted what she knew to be true but loathed.

"What?" Blake and Ilia questioned in unison.

"Think about it; What are the reasons to stop making those videos if I am not complying?" Weiss openly asked.

"Uugh… effort?"

"And you're saying that if whenever I'm not being hypnotized I was spouting ignorant racist shit you wouldn't just enjoy embarrassing me and continue with it anyways?"

Blake stalled with a groan.

"Exactly. We want this to work, right? Then we can change nothing. Nothing at all."

The remainder of the meeting went down as usual, easy and quiet. Ilia seemed to shut up after Weiss's commitment to simply double down with work for the White Fang. Everyone else seemed to be pretty tolerable of her, if not, then actually some level of appreciative.

When they finished up with the meeting, Blake instructed for Weiss to head home while she focused on helping Marrow and then Neon. Blake swore she'd return home as soon as she could and made a point of thinking Weiss for hanging around so long. She felt special and appreciated for the help she brought.

While Weiss waited, back at the home, she allowed herself to relax; to find Blake's bed once more and lay herself down in it. Blake's scent was strong. Strong and heavenly. It was almost enough to convince her to test her hand down her skirt. Smelling Blake just made her feel so… like she needed to be had; to feel her greedy little hole pounded and stretched. Brothers, that thought sounded so good; so perfect! Horny, but not yet convinced to delve a hand down during her cycle, Weiss allowed her hands to find her chest. Her breasts were sore; they often felt that way around this time of the month, but the soreness was… nice in a way. Almost just like extra sensitivity; a greater sense of desperation for just a little loving. The Kitten whined and purred as she played with herself. It had grown so good, the way her whole body grew more and more sensitive. She hated it at first; she'd hated how easily she could be riled up and destroyed.

Weiss could remember how hard she fought, how desperate she was to deny her own arousal. It'd been mortifying then, but the thought was so arousing now. If only Blake could be there to taunt her with just a little more of that sensitivity cream; to spread just a dash of it over her and easily escort her to ecstasy. How much better could it be if she were only pretending to hate it; if she could enjoy giving herself over. How beautiful would it be to only play fighting back while Blake whispered all those wondrous and dirty things in her ear; that she wanted it, craved it, needed it, to be a good little broken Kitten for her owner.

It was such a sinful thought; the idea that now she actually had some semblance of freedom she already desired to return it. Sinful and hot. Weiss could feel her walls clamping greedily. What would Owner say about the Kitten's craven little puss? Would Blake taunt her? Tell her just how dirty and needy she was? How it was sad that she broke so easily? That she must have wanted it all along? To be a disgusting faunus fuck slut, willing to do anything for her Owner; willing to do anything to be loved. It was truer than Weiss would want to admit, but she would, she would actually do anything to actually be loved. For the first time, it felt like someone had finally given her that in an unadulterated form.

The aching Kitten pinched her nipples and cried out, her body releasing and her mind shattering slowly with each wave of pleasure. What she wouldn't give to hold Blake and be held, just to gently rest with her owner. She would nuzzle into Blake and thank her profusely for the beautiful climax. Though- this one wasn't actually thanks to Blake, at least not in a direct way. She would find something to thank Blake for never the less.

With her relief found- maybe not to the extent which she would have liked- Blake had done a good bit to train her to be extra greed with orgasms, one almost never enough. But one would be enough, and with that relief, it was all the easier to drift off. Blake's scent too did a good measure to pull her off and away to sleep, it was just so calming and only seemed to grow stronger and stronger as of late.

End of Chapter 40

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Chapter 41

Not till an hour or two later did Weiss wake to a beautiful faunus's raven hair cascading over her cheeks and gently tickling her nose. "Hey there little Kitten." Blake greeted, leaning over the bed and caressing Weiss's cheek.

"Hey Owner." Weiss purred.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Perfect little cat nap."

"That's my good girl.' Blake smirked and a hand cupped Weiss's breast which she only suddenly realized had grown exposed from under her crop top. "You even look like you had a little fun while I was working."

"Just… just a little." Weiss flushed.

"Good slutty Kitten." Blake nuzzled into Weiss's neck just to kiss her gently.

Weiss fidgeted and felt her heart race at the kisses and comments. "I- wanted… wanted you to… to…"

"What Kitten? You needed me to do what?"

"Didn't! Didn't say need!" Weiss protested, pretending that she still had any of that stupid pride.

"Then what did you say?" Blake began nipping at Weiss's neck ever so lightly. It drove Weiss insane! Why wouldn't Blake just bite her! That's what she really wanted; needed! It would be so good to have Blake's bite marks littered up and down her neck- up and down her whole body, only broken up by those sweet writings.

"I- wanted to…"

"Wanted me to what sweetie?"

"To… do- do the things you did to me when…"

"When what?"

"When I first got here- when I was still… disobedient." That word had no right to make blow flow south the way it did.

"Are you… craving to be punished?" Blake laughed.

"I! Shut up!" Weiss turned her head away with an angry huff.

"Aww, are you acting like a bratty Kitten just with the hope that I'll play with you more?"

"N- no!" Weiss huffed again.

"Aww, poor ignored girl. You must be downright aching for Owner's attention if you are acting up this bad again?" Blake looked to Weiss with concerned eyes for just a moment, the smallest check that things were alright, that she could actually handle this; that it was what she wanted.

"M… maybe." Weiss pouted.

"Such a needy and beautiful thing you are."

"Need… Owner." Weiss pouted and pressed her chest out, trying- and succeeding to ascertain all of Blake's attention.

"Aww, there you go, isn't that better? Isn't it better to be honest about what a craven slut you are?"

"Y- yes." Weiss couldn't believe what was about to come out of her mouth. It was an insane thought. She'd want to double back on it just as soon as she said it, she was certain. It was idiotic. But she wanted it so bad, she wanted to feel it again, that breaking desperation; the feeling of being lovingly punished. To feel the pain, the embarrassment, the shame, all of it and then to be so gently eased down after. "P- punishment?"

Blake stopped completely for a moment to look to Weiss. "You- you're sure?"

Weiss bit her lip. She bit her lip and began to burn with more than just embarrassment; she burned with desire. It was more challenging than she anticipated; being honest. "Yes." She nodded her affirmation.

"I love you Kitten, I love you and I don't want you to think you have to do this."

Weiss shook her head. "I don't."

"Ok then Kitten." Blake moved in to kiss Weiss.

The Kitten expected it to be a more chaste kiss, but Blake seemed just as hungry for it as she was. Blake's tongue greedily invaded and took, pressing against Weiss just to steal her breath that little more effectively. She could lose herself in it so easily. The breathlessness of being taken, being Blake's good Kitten. She still shuttered, only wishing the kiss could continue as Owner pulled away. "Hnnn~" Weiss idly exhaled.

"That's my sexy Kitten." Blake pecked Weiss on the cheek. "Now, baby…" Blake reached out and held Weiss's cheek. "You want to be punished? To have one of the punishments like when you were first here and not compliant?"

Weiss pressed into the hand on her cheek and thought her brain might give up on her as Blake caressed a thumb over her cheek. It was just so nice and just soothed her in the softest warmest way. But Owner had asked a question, and Owner deserved an answer. "Y- yes." Weiss burned with shame. She had fought it all so hard for what felt like so long, but here she was, already asking to have it back; to be punished and modded.

"Do you want me to come up with something? Or did you have something in mind Kitten?" Blake traced a finger down Weiss's throat, over her shirt and between her enlarged and pierced breasts, and all the way to the waistband of her skirt. There, Blake's fingers danced lightly over Weiss's belly, just taunting and teasing her, working her up slowly.

Weiss had something in mind, of course she did. She had a dozen things in mind, and one in particular, but she could never ask for it! Never so directly! She could never shame herself so much, to overtly ask for that. So, too ashamed, and honestly, a little eager to hear what Blake might have been thinking about, Weiss answered. "You- you… had more ideas?"

"Oh, I had so many more ideas for you Kitten… and not all of them were very kind." Blake grinned darkly.

"What… what were your… your next couple ideas?"

"Well, after your enhancements," Blake groped greedily at Weiss's chest. "I was considering piercing your pretty pussy lips some more."

Weiss shook her head lightly. It was a nice enough idea in theory, but the one pussy piercing was enough, and the idea of having it done while she was still on her period left stomach turning.

"Alright." Blake nodded. "Well, I was also thinking your body might do well to have some ink? Maybe even… a womb tattoo; all the better if I infuse some dust into it." Weiss couldn't control her reaction to that. Her eyes widened as desperation shown on her face overly evident. "You know," Blake leaned in to whisper, capitalizing on the heiress's growing arousal. "You aren't the only one I would have modded if things went long enough."

"H- huh?"

"Ever since you mentioned the idea of being a cockslut, I've been considering a mod for myself. I know a dust that could help me have something like that; It's actually an old faunus tradition, for same sex coupples who wanted to-" Blake stopped as Weiss began to hyperventilate with burning arousal.

"B- B- B- Blake~" Weiss stammered out breathilly.

"Aww, that thought get you going? Because, you know… your estrus cycle should start sooner than later."

"Estrus cycle? Estrus cycle? "Heat?" Weiss's eyes shot open with realization. "I- I-" She stammered.

"It's a month long cycle, and honestly, I'm not quite sure when it will come or how your body will transition out of menstrual and into estrus, but, you seem to be coming along well enough."

Coming? Cumming! The toy! The one that came in her, filled her up, the warming liquid! It must have been… some… heat inducer? Something to change her body over from having a menstrual cycle to having an estrus one; was that why… "Is that why I become a faunus?"

"Not all faunus have estrus cycles Kitten."

"I! I know! And…" Weiss's expression sunk. "I swear… I did know. Not all faunus do, but some." She tried to explain with a shameful look.

"I know you knew Kitten." Blake softened and leaned in to kiss Weiss softly. "I know that just because your family said something, that doesn't mean you agree."

"I'm sorry." Weiss looked away shameful. "I didn't mean to-"

"I know, and, I'm still not entirely certain. I didn't realize that it was a possibility, the dusts have never been combined, I've never seen them… and I understand if you are mad about me making you a-"

"We both know I deserved far worse." Weiss answered with a chill.

"Weiss…"

"I'm just glad I can start making up for it." Weiss smiled wide and pained.

"Ok Kitten." Blake picked Weiss up off the bed by just a little so she could hold the other woman close.

Weiss cooed and purred into her Owner's arms, trying to forget her whole past. This was just what she needed; for Blake to love her. They sat there for a good while, Blake just holding her and occasionally purring back into Weiss; something she'd never seem Owner let herself do. It was nice, but curiosity did win Weiss over eventually. "So? I'm going to have a heat soon?"

"You should? I think? In the next month or so?" Blake paused. "Maybe even within the next week, I'm honestly not sure. What research I've seen on it said it was up to the individual person." The rebel leader squeezed gently at her Kitten. "I'm sorry, I think it might have been why your period was so rough. That… was not something I ever intended, but-"

"Wait! Does that mean no more-"

"Less no more, and more just changed. But yes, no more periods."

"I love you." Weiss reeled.

"Eh, wait till you are keening in the pain of heat and desperate to have anything filling up those needy holes of yours." Blake warned gently.

"I love you." Weiss repeated.

"And I you Kitten." Blake dipped her head down to kiss over Weiss's collarbone. "But, knowing this, do you still wish to have another mod?"

Weiss's eyes pleaded for her as her fingers limply traced over her mons where the bulk of the drawing that was no doubt to serve as a stencil for the tattoo rested.

"Do you still want dust in it?" Blake purred softly and kissed down the Kitten's body until she arrived at the portion of the design that stuck up over Weiss's skirt. She pulled the skirt down slowly and kissed all over it, leaving Weiss to squirm, whimper, and whine in her growing frustration. "I could do some very fun things to it, make your belly glow just a little when you're aroused; I bet my Kitten would get off on it being just so obvious when she's horny and desperate. I could leave you craving to be bred, just always needing to have little ones filled in your slutty belly; I did see how you reacted to the idea of being a faunus breeding slut. Or maybe you'd like something that could let someone pour their aura into you to send you right into a heat? Maybe something small; a little dust to keep you drenched and dripping with slick at all times? You like your skirts, how would you feel about constantly dripping your arousal down to your knees?" Blake grew evil eyes. "You know, if you were really disobedient, I was thinking of having sealing some of a special dust I found into you with a tattoo. How would you feel about your Owner being able to control if your body is capable of climaxing? Just a little aura in the right place with that dust, and it will stop your body from being able to climax till I undo it."

Weiss knew just how desperate her expression must have been when Blake finally finished kissing around the design and looked back up to her. She was desperate, wanted nothing more than to just dear god be filled from every hole.

"What do you think Kitten?" Blake laid her head down on Weiss's mons, snuggling into it gently. "Which do you like? I can mix a couple if you like them in particular?"

"Yes!" Weiss paned out with a desperate whine.

"Yes to which one Kitten?" Blake looked so pleased and happy as she rested her cheek on Weiss, she was so beautiful like that.

"All! All of them, please." Weiss fidgeted and began to wish Blake would play with her and move on to fun punishments later.

"Aww, you look so horny. That idea get you all worked up? Does the needy little kitten like those ideas?"

"Yes!" Weiss looked away and shamefully pressed Blake's head down with timid hands.

"Aww, poor thing." Blake kissed along Weiss's mons. "Are you such a craven little slut that you need me to…" Her eyes flicked up to Weiss, silently asking what she needed.

"Can… can you just… just suck on my clit a little? I just- and it's the fastest way- and-" Weiss whimpered. She did usually shy away from being touched down there while on her cycle, but, it had been ebbing and she just needed a little to!

"Of course beautiful." Blake eagerly flipped Weiss's skirt, pulled her panties down, and went to work.

Blake was good, she was always good, but she felt particularly good as Weiss bit the inside of her lip and strived to mediate her cries. The faunus licked, swirled, and gently sucked, slowly spinning Weiss out with every moment. The Kitten squirmed and kicked, thighs clamping around Blake's head and hands tying themselves up in Blake's hair. Before long, Weiss found herself panting and bucking her hips up hard. She was so close and any little flick of Blake's tongue could get her to~ Weiss screamed as she convulsed with strangled little whines. After a moment, her whole body went slack and she could feel Blake moving to her side on the bed.

The renegade kissed gently at the heiress's cheek and whispered nice soft things into her ear. Weiss could barely make any of it out, but she could tell that the tone was nice, soft, and loving. She thought she might drift back off to sleep as Blake nuzzled into her neck and pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, but before she could Blake moved from her side. "Huh? What?" Weiss grunted limply and spun her head around to keep up with Owner.

"You still want to have your faux punishment, no?"

The thought sent shocks of anticipation back down Weiss's core. She had no control as she bit her lip and nodded- not that she wanted any control.

"Ok, then how about I get you all set up in the living room. We don't need to be doing it all in that dusty old basement."

"But- but you have… all those big windows and… and someone could see." Weiss whimpered.

"Oh, you almost look like that upsets you instead of arouses you Kitten." Blake winked at Weiss.

"Fuck." Weiss murmured. It wasn't fair that Blake could call her out so easily, that the faunus could pinpoint her dirty kinks with painful accuracy.

"Plus, I'm on the far end of the island love, no one comes out here." Blake leaned down to kiss Weiss.

Weiss whimpered and flushed.

"Would you rather me take you back downstairs?"

Weiss shook her head begrudgingly.

"Such a slutty Kitten." Blake praised and slipped her hands under Weiss to pick her up and carry her out to the living room. She took a small pause and left Weiss on the couch for a moment as she pulled out the fancy gyno chair, but once it was out and cleaned down, Blake swiftly pulled Weiss up and settled her in. Soft hands gently pulled Weiss's hair back and gathered it to lay over her shoulder as Weiss found a comfortable position.

Only as she settled in and Blake rubbed gently at her temples did the Kitten realize, "this is going to hurt, won't it?"

"It could, but if it gets too bad, I have that dust you like on occasion." Blake offered.

"Maybe… maybe just have it on standby? And give me a small shaving of it now?" Weiss considered to have the shaving she'd requested swiftly offered to her lips. "Love you." Weiss took to it quickly and found it only aided in her relaxing.

"Love you too Kitten. And, I agree with your plan, but if you need it, it is ok for you to take some more." Blake offered, her voice growing slightly distant as she went to gather more supplies and set up a table to sterilize it all and settle in. "If you take the normal dose, you'll probably end up cumming too much and I can't get a good design done if you're squirming and bucking all over the place with overstimulation."

"C- cumming?" Weiss whimpered and one of her hands seemed to gently drape protectively over her still sensitive slit.

"Well, yeah, if you are all doped up on that stuff and I'm not just hurting you, but I have a big buzzing toy right above that needy little pussy of yours, you'll probably end up cumming almost constantly." Blake answered carrying but a little dismissively.

"Oh fuck." Weiss pressed her legs together in anticipation.

Blake just giggled as she approached the Kitten. "Poor thing, I can't tell if you're scared or horny."

"Both? Am I allowed to be both?"

"I prefer it that way." Blake smirked and Weiss feared she would fall in love with that expression just as much as she had with the woman who wore it.

"Is… is it going to hurt?" Weiss reached out a hand that Blake took quickly. Owner's warm hand was so wonderfully supportive. Weiss wasn't completely sure, but with Blake holding her hand? She felt she just might be able to handle anything.

Blake nodded, but squeezed Weiss's hand. "It will, but… I think it feels good too." She offered and pulled down her pants just a little. Just under her tight pants rested a small flame; the same one that was encompassed by the heart drawn on Weiss's abdomen; Blake's symbol; her crest. It clearly covered a scar, what seemed to be a small X- and it didn't look like an accident or anything Blake had done intentionally. "This one hurt; hurt a lot worse over the scar, but I thought I was going to cum the whole time the outline was being done." Blake warned.

"It's… pretty…" Weiss reached out, but the faunus pulled her pants back over the exposed hip. The heiress's eyes shot up to her Owner's "Is- is everything ok?"

"Course Kitten." Blake leaned down to press a small kiss to Weiss's forehead. "And you?"

"Yeah, just- yeah." Weiss settled. "Love you."

"You too Kitten." Blake dawned fresh gloves and began a second check at sanitizing her workspace.

"Blake?"

"Yes sweetie?" Blake responded dutifully though distractedly as she worked.

"The black flame? It's… your symbol, no?" Weiss questioned timidly.

"Yes, yes it is." Blake agreed- she almost sounded frustrated, but Weiss couldn't quite tell.

"I- so- and I get why you'd want to put it on me- I like it too… like… I'm marked that I'm owned; owned by you." Weiss shivered at the thought. Sure, she did have a thing for that, but to want to be owned by the woman who kidnapped her? It was an odd thought, though, not one she disliked. "But… why have it tattooed on yourself?"

Blake huffed.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Weiss checked in again.

"I'm fine."

"And what's the scar it covers?" Weiss poked and prodded at what was clearly somewhat of a sore spot, but if this was going to be on her for her whole life, she felt she needed to know; also, she wanted to know what was hurting her Owner and see if she could help at all.

"A scar." Blake gruffed her answer.

"Blake."

"Weiss."

"Blake?"

"Weiss?"

"Blake!"

"What Weiss!" Blake snapped back angrily.

"What is going on?"

"Nothing Weiss!"

"Fine then." Weiss snootily pulled her legs back from the stirrups and slipped out of the fancy chair.

"Weiss! Where are you going?" Blake dropped her tools back down onto her work surface frustratedly.

"If you don't want to talk to me, that is fine. I can't force you, but I don't have to let you make permanent modifications to my body when you are all mad like that!" Weiss answered without looking back to Blake at all.

"I! I thought you wanted this?!" Blake called back and Weiss could tell she was disappointed.

"I do." Weiss finally turned around. "But if you are wanting to put that symbol permanently on my body, I have a right to understand it and your relation to it."

"I told you, it's just my symbol."

"Then why put it on yourself?" Weiss countered like she had found the secret Blake had been trying to hide.

"I- because-" Blake growled in frustration.

"Exactly." Weiss gave a soft harrumph and went to turn- only to be stopped by Blake answering.

"Because no one ownes me. I am my own; no one else's." Blake stood, near shaking.

Weiss paused, doing some math in her head. "What was the scar?" She asked as timid and small as she could manage; doing her best to portray that this was a question Blake actually could say no to now.

"Adam." Blake answered cold and insecure. "He stabbed me once before I left, and again when he found me a year and a half later. But I'm not his, I never was. I am my own."

"Blake, why didn't you just say-"

"Because I'm ashamed of it."

"Wha- what do you have to be ashamed of?"

"What about it shouldn't I be ashamed of? I was weak, that's why he got me the first time, and it's how he took my friend's arm the second time."

"Blake." Weiss sighed gratefully.

"So, there. Now you know. That… that's why." Blake covered herself with her arms and looked away shameful.

"Blake." Weiss sighed and her feet quickly returned her to the Owner's side. "You have nothing to feel ashamed of." She offered as she hugged the other woman as tight as she could.

"I just… I'm not proud of how I failed; the mistakes I made."

"It's infinitely harder to leave an abuser than it is to stumble upon one." Weiss offered with absolutely zero personal experience to help fuel her words, absolutely none.

"I-"

"Be kinder to yourself, please? For me?" Weiss whimpered into Blake. "Please Owner?"

"You have no damn right to be that cute." Blake groaned.

Weiss giggled and snuggled into her Owner.

"I love you; even if you are an asshole who makes me confront my shit."

Weiss laughed harder and pressed herself harder against Blake. "Love you too."

"Damn… I'm going to have to resterilize now- I mean… if you still want me to?"

Weiss pulled away, but only to look to Blake. "And having it on me won't worry you or make you think of him when you look at me?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then, yes. I would like you to do it still." Weiss nodded.

"Ok, get on up then." Blake winked and slapped the Kitten on the ass, directing her back to the chair.

End of Chapter 41

Author's Note: Sorry this update took forever. I write most of my stories all in one go, and then end up posting them over months or years. Problem is, mental health is hard, and when this work on FF.net in specific drew alot of hate comments I kind of receded. I live in FLORIDA and it is really hard for trans people here. If you don't already know about HB 1521 in the FLORIDA sennate, please look into it. It is functionally a bathroom bill affecting FLORIDA schools and targeting Trans and gender nonconforming students.

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Chapter 42

In time, Blake had everything prepared again and she instructed Weiss to remove her clothes. Weiss kept on her shirt- not that it was much of covering being as it was just a crop top, but it made her feel a little less exposed.

"You ready?" Blake checked, her hair pulled back in a tight and pretty ponytail.

"It's going to hurt." Weiss complained with only a hint of excitement.

"If it gets really bad, we can give you more dust and that will help. And… if you squirm too much, we can always take a break and continue another day."

Weiss shook her head. "I- I can do it. I'll be alright."

"There's no need to play strong for me hun. This might hurt, and it is ok to tap out for the day or ask for the dust to help." Blake leaned in to pepper soft kisses at Weiss's mons.

Weiss bit her lip. "Mmmph! That feels nice~"

"I'm glad, just imagine how it'll feel when I'm done with you." Blake teased her teeth at Weiss's flesh but pulled back before she could actually even nibble.

Of course, Blake had to shave the area- and that was thoroughly awkward, but Weiss just pretended it was one of her usual waxes from back home. That seemed to get her through well enough. When it was done, Blake took a warm towel to clean the area, and that was… stunningly relaxing, but what came next was not. Blake had a handled variant, one that seemed to run on a nice dust battery- smart, it wouldn't run out any time soon like that. The noise was harsh, cold and loud, but Weiss had been through worse. There were many things worse from her off year.

When the needle met her skin, it burned, nothing horrible, but it did burn in its own way. A small rubber band snapping against her flesh but hot. She couldn't quite tell if ti was the best or the worst part, but it also felt somewhat nice. The pain was rhythmic, predictable, and with that, she could not only prepare herself for it, but give herself over.

"Breathe Kitten." Blake whispered and pressed a small kiss to Weiss's thigh.

Weiss took a sharp inhale. "Fuck- yeah… forgot… bout that." Weiss tried to catch back up to her body's need for oxygen.

"It's ok. You'll be ok." Blake chuckled as she worked. "You're all flushed." She mused and continued working around the outline.

"I- it's…" Weiss pulled her arms up to push her hair back. "It's just a lot… and... and the thing feels…"

"If only I could eat you out while I do this." Blake fantasized. "You're already a little slick."

"I! That's just! It's just from! I mean! You just… it's left over from before!"

"Nope, nope, this is new." Blake mused.

"Just… just keep going!"

"Course Kitten. Of course." Blake answered and wiped away the extra ink and blood so she could see her work better.

It didn't take long for Weiss to grow tense with pain and something more. Fingers ran through her hair as she tried to keep herself steady and focused on something other than the buzzing and burning at her core. Breaths seemed to help, as things progressed further along, Weiss took deeper and deeper, more intentional breaths. It made everything feel better. Blake's kisses at the inside of her thigh didn't hurt either.

"How you doing Kitten?" Blake checked patiently, the outline to the flame finished.

"G! Good!" Weiss panted out.

"I can tell Kitten. You made a mess all over my thigh." Blake chuckled and moved her leg to the side so Weiss could see it. A clear stain of where her slick had dribbled down had begun. It wasn't as big or as bad as Blake made it sound, but it was blissfully embarrassing.

"Sh- shut up!" Weiss whimpered. Those noises only tripled when Blake wet a paper towel and wiped down the tattoo. "Ohh fuck, that felt nice~ so nice." Weiss repeated.

"It's going to be ok. You're doing so well Kitten." Blake bit gently at Weiss's thigh. "You just keep breathing like that." She chuckled low. "You almost sound like you're moaning."

"I'm! I'm not!" Weiss protested weakly.

"Almost." Blake turned the tattoo gun back on, and Weiss jumped. To the Kitten's relief, she still had another moment's reprieve as Blake was just cleaning out the black ink and preparing a new color.

"What- whatever." Weiss pouted embarrassed.

"Are you ok to continue?"

Weiss locked up at that. "I- I! I'd… be mad if you stopped."

"Alright sweetie. We did the outline for the flame, and I am going to move to the heart that surrounds it now, is that alright?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I'm using one of the dust inks now."

"Will it hurt more?" Weiss feared.

Blake smirked. "Not quite."

Weiss whimpered. She was fucked.

"I'm going to give pour in some of my aura with this one, so it should heal a little faster.

"Which… which one is this anyways? Which- which effect?"

Blake took a breath and put down the gun. "May I touch around it?"

"If you're gentle."

"Of course sweetie." Blake nodded. She placed her finger on the outline's heart. "Here?" She traced along it. "Is what will make you crave to be stuffed full. It won't be the same as your heats; it should be notably weaker, but a multiplicative effect when your heat does come. Just a good dull ache when you're not either already swelling round or being stuffed." Blake kissed at Weiss's thigh again. "It will be alright though, even without a real cock or… being bred. I have some toys, and the faunus manufacture false semen to fill them with; just like the toy you were using to fill you up with the dust that eventually nudged you along into the shifting of cycles. It was originally manufactured for faunus who were single and suffered through heats, but it has helped many same sex coupples. And it will work to ease this ache too.

Weiss fidgeted and her hips began to buck up at Blake's nail tracing along the sensitive flesh, even through the latex glove.

"Along with that, it will also keep you slick. You'll always be ready; your body won't be able to lie about what a craven little slut my beautiful Kitten is. If it ever gets too bad, we can always set you back up with pads, the will soak up all your abundant need. But, I suspect you'll just get off on knowing you are always drenched and ready to fucked and filled. Maybe I'll even get my pretty Kitten some nice plugs to keep her from ruining all her nice clothes and my poor couch."

"B- Blake." Weiss panted.

"It's alright. You'll be my good Kitten, right? You can handle it?"

"Yeah~ yes! Yes! Yes, more, yes." Weiss begged weakly.

"Such a naughty Kitten." Blake mused. "My next step, will be filling in between the heart and the flame. It will look like nothing as I tattoo- well… by then, it might actually be blindingly bright considering how wet you are." She huffed. "But, when we get there, the ink will seem nonexistent when you aren't horny; maybe when you just came you won't see anything. But outside of that, when you get horny, the heart will fill up a light pink before beginning to glow brighter and brighter the more desperate you get. You shouldn't get too bright, but it all depends on how desperate you are."

"F- fuck… just… just start… start tattooing again."

"Poor needy thing."

"Please!"

"Of course Kitten." Blake dipped her gun in the ink and turned it on before setting back to work.

Weiss cried out and began to pull and yank at the chair under her as the needle began jabbing into her again. Each stab felt like it was shooting directly into her; to her womb and creating a connection; a frame work from which Blake could easily destroy her. "Haanh~" Weiss gasped and fought to stay steady. Despite her best efforts, her legs fought to clamp around Blake, but the faunus just pinned her down as best she could. "Fuck! It's! It's different!" Weiss panted.

"Good?"

"Too good!" Weiss could certainly feel the pain, but it was a whisper in the wind against whatever the dust laced in the ink was doing to her. Arousal climbed artificially. Weiss felt like something in her subconscious was being subjected to all her favorite kinks, all the things that ruined her so well. Panting and whining, Weiss tried to keep herself together, but Blake's swift movements, filling in the outline of the heart broke her. Breaths did nothing as she fought to just not moan. It was a fruitless fight. She had no hope of succeeding, and the sensation of her wetness dripping down her body and tickling her lower puckered hole broke her with ease. Before Blake could finish even just the left side of the of the heart's outline, Weiss had cum and squirted onto her. It was so embarrassing, but there was nothing to be done for it; especially considering that Blake seemed to enjoy how it destroyed the Kitten.

"Are you ready for me to work on the other side?" Blake wiped the finished half heart outline down with a paper towel soaked in a cooling soapy solution.

"Ye-e-e-esss." Weiss's voice waivered.

"Are you sure? I can't hold you down as well on that side, no more bucking around."

"Haaaa~" Weiss's hips trembled at the thought.

"Poor thing. I thought this might be less painful, but this is much more than I anticipated."

"Go-o-o-o-od."

Blake groaned. "I'm going to have to restrain you, won't I?"

"Hehe, restrain me." Weiss giggled stupidly.

"Brothers, you've actually cum your brains out." Blake sighed. "Well… at least you're adorable like this." She stood and moved to kiss Weiss lightly. "You poor stupid thing."

"Mhmm." Weiss nodded appreciative. "You're poor stupid thing." She murmured.

"Yes, yes you are Kitten." Blake smirked and began to pull restraints out from under the chair. "I'd never intended to use these on you just because you couldn't keep steady; in my head, it was always as a punishment or because you were bad."

"Love you." Weiss managed through her trembling jaw.

"I know sweetie, and I love you too. I love you, but with how hard you're making this, I'd go ahead and do the orgasm suppressing bit if I thought it would help at all. Sadly, I suspect you'd only go thrashing all the harder at your denial."

"Wanna… wanna cum again." Weiss demanded lightly, her baser instincts more or less in control of her whole existence after what Blake had been doing to her.

"I'm sure you do."

"Yes."

Blake kissed Weiss again before pulling the center strap tight over Weiss's abdomen.

"Oh… shit." Weiss giggled pervily at the sight. Being tied down for Blake sounded so fun.

"Yes yes Kitten. Oh shit in deed." Blake droned with a faux exasperated tone and strapped down Weiss's legs and arms.

"I- I can't move."

"That's the point sweetie. If you can move, I would have to hold you down to make sure all the lines are all nice and pretty. You don't want a sloppy tattoo. We want a mark that turns you into a sloppy little slut, not a sloppy mark on my little slut."

Weiss giggled pervily.

"Yes yes Kitten." Blake found her seat back between Weiss's exposed thighs. "Fuck… you… you've… lost a lot of fluids." She looked over herself. "Give me a moment, you need a glass of water… or several."

"Hmm?" Weiss blinked slowly, some amount of logic returning to her at the reminder that she was incredibly dehydrated. By the time she began looking around, Blake was already off in the kitchen and filling up a glass of water with an overly long straw in it. When Blake turned back, Weiss could tell that the glass was oversized.

Blake was quick to get it set up with another small table. She brought the straw to Weiss's lips and removed her gloves to caress at the Kitten's hair and forehead. "Just drink slow baby."

"Yes Owner." Weiss murmured into the straw before sucking slow.

"There, there, isn't that better?"

"Yeah." Weiss hummed.

"You're sure you can continue?"

Weiss nodded.

"Good girl." Blake lowered her head to press their foreheads together. "I know it's a lot, and I am proud of you."

"I- it feels really good… especially this part."

"I can tell love." Blake laughed under her breath. "It won't all feel good though babe. To get it all to work, when I do the orgasm control bit, you won't be able to cum."

"Fuuuck." Weiss groaned at the idea.

"You are strong though little Kitten. I know you can do this."

"Yes- yes Miss."

"Good girl." Blake settled and made sure the straw would not be too far out of Weiss's reach before resterilizing her hands, putting on a new set of gloves, and preparing for the other side of the heart's outline.

Weiss was quick to fall back into the same wonderous hole of pleasure. Her mind oh so naturally melted to the ink and the dust laced in it. Again, the ink seemed to latch onto her, forming a deeper connection with her body than should have been possible for anything only skin deep. It connected all the way through her and drove her to screaming and begging to just be fucked. Before Blake was done, Weiss could feel herself readily dripping. She only hoped it would lessen when she wasn't so painfully aroused and tipping over. If not, she'd likely die of dehydration all too quickly.

The bindings, though bothersome, certainly did their job. Weiss could tell Blake had to do less to keep her steady. Though, it left Weiss fighting for more at every step. It all felt so good, but she lingered far too long on the edge and desperately needed that last bit. She wanted! Needed! Desperately even pleaded to cum. But every time, Blake just shook her head. "I have to keep my hands sterile Kitten. You don't want to go getting an infection just because I let you cum."

"But! But! But! Close!"

"You'll cum again when I get closer to your pussy again." Blake absently answered as she began filling in the outline's upper end.

"Fuuuuck!" Weiss whined.

Blake only continued to ignore Weiss's whines and whimpers the whole way through. She was right, Weiss did cum when she began filling in the bottom of the heart's outline. With that, the first portion of the heart was finished.

Weiss couldn't believe how beautiful it looked when Blake wiped it all clean. It was only the outline of a flame and a hollow heart surrounding it. It was a woefully arousing sight- or at least, Weiss figured it would be. It was hard to tell with how keyed up she already was.

"There, that step is done. Blake patted it gently."

Weiss's head fell back against the chair's head rest.

"You able to keep going?" Blake Kissed at Weiss's thigh gently, trying to draw her back into reality. "Next is finishing the inside of the heart; hopefully you don't blind me with how pent up you are."

Weiss wanted to ask how much the next set would hurt, would it drive her as mad as the last one? Or would it be just the raw pain of the needle? She wanted to ask so many questions, but the idea of managing words was beyond her. The truth was, either way, she would be able to handle it. The area was smaller than she would elsewise expect with how the flame filled most of it. She managed to nod.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm." Weiss nodded again, but more or less failed to actually pick up her head.

"Ok sweetie. Love you." Blake moved to prep the new ink and settled in for the last stretch.

It wasn't anything like the rest of the heart. Filling in the center… it felt softer on Weiss's abdomen. Not bereft of pain for sure, but less than the flame had been. Like the flame, Weiss was able to accept and process the pain, to lean into it and almost enjoy it's regularity. Breaths did great work to help keep her centered and prevent her from spinning out in the face of pain.

Things progressed like that, staying steady for what felt like a while, but eventually, out of nowhere, Weiss noticed the whole time that her arousal had been building slowly. A quick look down confirmed that the tattoo was beginning to glow ever so slightly. As Blake proceded, it built. Built and built and built. Weiss felt like an idiot when it finally dawned on her.

Filling in the heart was the exact same as its outline, the only difference was how it was slower to build. The dust laced in the ink worked to tie itself to her arousal, and it must have needed to arouse her to initiate it. It only became clearer and clearer as Blake approached the top. Weiss panted and moaned, her slick dripping all over again as she craved to have all her arousal sated. It was uncontrollable, mind breaking, but this time there was no pleasure to push her over the edge and set her off. She was simply left to be wound up to the very height of desperation with no relief whatsoever.

When Blake finally did finish, Weiss begged and pleaded, screamed for Owner to take a break and eat her up before continuing. Owner, kind as always, obliged and took the moment to satiate her Kitten. It was over almost too fast. After having cum so many times, her arousal artificially enhanced, and behind taunted for so long, Weiss was all too easy to break. Blake licked her chin and wiped her mouth clean while she pulled away. She had to swap her gloves out for new ones and resanitize, but when Weiss requested she not stop and just finish everything off, Blake was able to follow through on what Weiss wanted.

End of Chapter 42

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Chapter 43

"You're over halfway done." Blake encouraged. "You're over halfway done, and I won't blame you if you need to stop here."

"No." Weiss shook her head. "Want… want to have it finished."

"Such a determined girl, aren't you?"

Weiss nodded.

"I'm going to move to the tendrils now; you won't be able to cum as I work on them, so I need to do them before I finish up the flame. We… we umm… can't have you accidentally going into a heat and unable to cum." Blake gave a worried smile.

"I! Will the flame- it will send me into a…" Weiss looked down to Blake with something between worry and excitement.

"Not a full one Kitten, but, yes, I fear it might result in a temporary heat while I fill it in. And, it might linger just a little- likely just until one round has been truly sated… so… yeah, we'll want you to be able to cum during and after that."

"But… you'll… you'll take care of me during my heat… right?"

"Always Kitten." Blake stood just to kiss Weiss. "The only thing that could stop me would be you telling me you don't want me to help."

Weiss's smile relaxed and so did she. Knowing Blake would help her… it didn't take away all the fear of going into a heat so soon, but it did something to help it abate. "Thank you." She fidgeted and settled in the chair.

"Always." Blake whispered back.

When Blake set back in to begin at the ornate tendrils, Weiss could almost visualize a literal lock clicking closed over her. If Blake ever wanted her to suffer through denial again, she'd have no recourse, no way to fight, no relief to be found. Weiss panted at the thought. It had no right to be so hot and so terrifying all at once. She could only hope this was the real Blake; that the Owner she'd grown to love, the soft tender Owner was the real one. It was rare for her, but Weiss had faith. She believed in Blake; that her Owner truly loved her back, that Blake would earnestly care for her.

Faith did a lot to comfort Weiss, but there was still something mildly unnerving about allowing her ability to orgasm be locked under Blake's control. Unnerving in the most arousing, breathtaking way possible, but unnerving all the same. As Blake went, the ends, those portions farter out from her center were mildly less painful, but also almost entirely unarrousing. She was actually rather grateful for that while it lasted. It meant she wasn't left dying and keening on the edge of orgasm while Blake worked.

Weiss looked down occasionally to spot how the tattoo was coming along. She'd already seen the design in theory fro, the two rough estimations of it Blake had drawn on her, but the latest outline had been wiped away when Blake prepared her skin. All she'd had to go off of since was the rough stencil Blake applied just before she began actually tattooing. Somehow, despite some of the details and their impromptu nature, Weiss adored every decision Blake made. The heart was beautiful and so was the plaid glow it let off. Blake was almost done with the ornate design that branched off from the rest of the tattoo. It was very similar to everything she's seen in her favorite… less than clean comics. It wrapped around and along her hip bones and by her mons in a fashion that almost appeared to be vines growing over her, growing entwined with her. It didn't feel entirely unlike that; like the vines and their thorns crawled over her slowly locking in with her fair flesh.

It was a growth Weiss found herself yielding to. Even as it approached her core and the pain combined with the vibrations slowly turned to something beautiful and torturous. It was so close to being something blissful. Something perfect. But then the sensation of her body ever so close began to creep in at the corners of Weiss's existence. As it did, she could feel Blake working her way under and around the heart; just above her sex, just over the root of her clit. Fuck she could feel it all the way through. The needle's reverberations struck through and pierced past just her skin. It ran all the way through to her core and continued to torture her. With each stroke of the needle, Weiss could feel her orgasm as if inevitable, but her body just wouldn't; couldn't. She couldn't. She wanted, needed, craved, and even turned to Blake to plead with her. But there was nothing the Owner could do for the poor Kitten. She needed to finish before anything could be done for it, before Weiss's body could be unlocked and allowed to cum.

The new faunus broke down in blissful tears and sobs as Blake finished the left and moved on to the right. It was only half done, Weiss's suffering had only begun.

When Blake had finally finished with her work, her brow dripped with sweat. The room had long since been hot; scalding with all of Weiss's unsatisfied arousal. If that alone and the taxing concern that came with it wasn't enough, there was still the physical exertion of keeping Weiss pinned down. Sure, the Kitten was bound by the restraints, but she had just enough play to truly fuck up the tattoo's design. Besides, Weiss was certainly giving what restraints there were a run for their money. Each line, each stroke, each stretch, each poke, Weiss bucked and fought for relief. It went on and on and on until finally Blake reached the end of the tattoo's tendrils. She finally arrived at the final poke. From there, she was fast to unseal the restraints. Its very nature, blocking off parts of her nerves and allowing the connection back required the circuit to be completed before Weiss could be freed again.

Without any stimulation whatsoever, Weiss broke out into craven screams and cries. She cried and howled. Already a broken bitch, and her heat had yet to actually arrive. She came, covered Blake in the abundance that was her release and continued to shutter well after the climax had ebbed.

Once more, Blake removed her gloves and stood. She moved to Weiss's side and began pulling back her hair with gentle fingers that traced nails along the Kitten's scalp. "Shh, shh, shh, it's all over baby girl. You're fine, you're alright. No more edging. And I'll only use it when you want… or if you give me permission to." Blake kept her options open, but she seemed earnest in her care and offering.

"B- B- Blake." Weiss managed weakly.

"That's it. That's it Kitten. You're alright, you're safe." Blake offered up with gentle peppering kisses over Weiss's forehead.

"Tooo… much."

"I knew it was too much." Blake huffed, angry with herself. "You said you would be alright. I! I thought you would be alright!" She snapped in something just under a yell. She rushed to rip off every binding that kept Weiss pinned down. "Fuck! I'm sorry! I should have known this bit would be-" Blake continued on mid freak out only to be caught by Weiss's newly freed hand.

"Too… good." Weiss corrected herself huskily. "It was soooo good." She panted lowly.

"I! Huh? I! Oh!" Blake's eyes flashed with understanding and she let go of the bindings she was about to release. "You prev!"

"Yours." Weiss cooed.

"All mine. But stop scaring me like that. I love you. I can't have you freaking me out like that all the time."

"I'll work on it." Weiss replied sloppily.

"You want me to finish the rest of it, don't you?" Blake questioned.

Weiss's eyes widened. "Yes!" She needed to feel the satisfaction that would only come from being sent into a heat only to have it satiated. In honesty, what she wanted was to feel a knot split her, to feel that deepest of sensual pain as Blake held her close. She wanted it above all else.

"And you're sure you can make it through the rest?" Blake looked back down. It would likely be the smallest portion, but Weiss already so strung out, it would also likely be the hardest one to get through. Not to mention the reality that it was likely the most sensitive of all the areas.

Weiss took a moment to steady herself, but she nodded. "I can. But… be quick?"

"I'll go as quick as I can without hurting you or making it sloppy. And as soon as we're done, I'll give you some of the of the dust to help it heal up. You'll surely still be tender, but… when I get to fucking you, you won't be crying cause I'm slamming down on an open wound."

Weiss grew a dreamy look. "Fucking me." She cooed. "Want… knot… your knot." Weiss mused and purred.

"I have some dust for myself too. Nothing permanent, we don't need to send me into any uncontrollable ruts, but, yes." Blake turned and bit firmly at the inside of Weiss's thigh. "I'll have a knot to please my Kitten's heat. You won't need for anything when we're done."

"Ohh, yes." Weiss shuttered.

"Good girl. Just breathe through this for me, and you'll be alright."

"Yes Miss."

"Good."

Again, Blake got down to work. Mixing the ink was harder than she anticipated. With all the things she wanted it to do, making sure it stayed the pitch black of her hair was a challenge. But, eventually, she got it. The ink a rich black, the dust laced within it at an appropriate concentration. This would work… even if the heat it would send Weiss into made the Kitten hate her till it was over.

Weiss was prepared for the sting. She was prepared for the pain. It was worse than the rest had been, but she knew she could take it. She could do this. What she wasn't prepared for was the heat; not the burn of the needle puncturing her, but the sensation of whatever it was laced with seeping into her womb. It was quick to change her. Blake had barely finished filling up a singular flame's tip before Weiss could feel something in her change. Her walls greedily clamped. She needed to be filled, filled right, filled by Owner! In frustration that it was the wrong thing to be inside her, Weiss removed the tampon and tossed it into the trash can Blake had been tossing all the extra paper towels into.

"Oh, yeah. Your cycle should be done now; this should end it to push you along." Blake informed. Weiss somehow already knew this, she couldn't tell how, but she vaguely suspected it was just that her body knew and that tipped her off.

"Mhmm." Weiss nodded.

"Ok, I know it's a lot, but you can do this."

"I- I can." Weiss affirmed for herself.

The needles rejoined with Weiss's flesh, pounding the new heat in with every stroke. Thunk thunk thunk. Heat heat heat. Need need need. Fill fill fill. Owner owner owner. Weiss almost thought she could feel each individual needle piercing her each time it came back down. She breathed, breathed through it all, but it only brought oxygen to the flame that had already begun to smolder in her core. If she had been fresh and retained her wits rather than her exhausted state, she might have known well enough not to fan the flames. As she was? She had no chance. The flames felt good as they built, her core felt good, even as it clamped down on nothing. Just the knowledge that she'd soon have Owner's knot was enough to urge her on, to push her forward. Sadly, with that, she completely ignored the reality that she was pushing herself further and further, falling and falling and falling.

Little vignettes played behind Weiss's eyes. She imagined all the ways her owner could use her, all the ways Blake could find an new method to abuse her poor holes. It was just a shame she wasn't being fucked now. But she loved the idea of being pushed further into depravity; having it occur at her own request was all the better and all the worst for what felt like the same reason. It was also an added marginal benefit that Blake seemed to be more than willing to help. She clearly enjoyed, adored getting to corrupt her little Kitten, and who was Weiss to refuse when she loved it all so.

The heat came and began to crash over Weiss quick. The pleasant clamp and growing flame turned to an inferno and a searing emptiness. It was the greatest injustice that she was not filled, filled right, and filled right now! Didn't Blake know that? Couldn't she smell it? Weiss could clearly smell her own arousal, it was obvious to the point of being painful. Beyond that, there was the fact that just looking down to her tummy was nearly blinding against the dark of her previously sealed eyes. Her body was crying out to Owner in every way it could! Weiss was even keening! A kneeling bitch in heat. Brothers, why did that make it all the more delicious.

Blake seemed to pretend to notice! She just continued… whatever it was she was doing. Weiss had long since forgotten, and she didn't much care. It hurt without Owner filling her up, and Owner should have known that! She should be doing something about it! Like giving herself an inhumanly fat cock to shove up Weiss's every needy hole, to fill her up with all the little kittens they could ever have together. Blake was stern, she would make a good mother. Weiss… knew better than to ever think the same of herself, but with her heat burning through her, she didn't much care. She'd made it through life with functionally one parent, and he was an asshole, any children she and Blake could have together would be much better off! Yes! And Blake had to know that! And! And if she knew it! Then! Then why the hell wasn't she doing it? Why hadn't she started already? Why in the world was Owner still clothed! That was a sin! As soon as Weiss was freed from the rest of her bindings, she would tear off all of Blake's clothing with her teeth!

It needed to die! It needed to all be ripped off and burned! Blake needed not for clothes! All she needed was bare skin against her Kitten! Yes! That was all either of them needed and Weiss was more than sure of it.

Weiss fought and writhed against her bindings, completely forgetting that she had a free hand with which she could undo everything else that held her down. She simply did not have the spare brain power for that. All her mind was completely devoted to her utter and all consuming need to fuck, to be bred, to be used and filled, to please Owner and to be pleased. If only she could get that, she would be perfectly fine. She could live off of Blake's cum alone if she had her mouth filled with it frequently enough! Weiss was certain! And how beautiful it would be to constantly have Blake's sex in her mouth or on her lips! Yes! What a phenomenal idea. That was all she needed.

Weiss tried to explain her great and wonderful plan to Blake but it mostly just came out as a jumbled mess of kenning whimpers. But! But! Blake was Owner! She should understand! She loved Weiss! She would know what Weiss needed!

By sheer coincidence, or simply because at the worst point, Blake had finished, the Owner stood. She stood and began cleaning up Weiss's abdomen. It was warm? Pouch! It hurt! Why did her lower belly hurt? Huh? Light? Bright light? From her belly?

"Yes, there there Kitten. You're almost done. We'll be sating your heat in just a moment here." Blake comforted with the height of logic and aplomb as she cleaned off the tattoo. "Here you go Kitten." She reached over to her work station to pull out the dust crystal she had saved for if Weiss was overwhelmed and pressed it to Weiss's lips. The new faunus was almost so far gone, she practically bit Blake. Thankfully, she didn't, but she did end up licking Blake's fingers for an awkward amount of time. It was… hotter than it had any right to be given the fact that Blake had yet to even grow herself a cock as a temporary thing. It gave her far too many ideas. But those ideas could wait, Weiss's heat could not.

The Kitten seemed to be good about taking her dust, when Blake finally pulled her hand away, Weiss crunched down on the dust and slumped. She still fought, but it was much weaker, and she seemed notably closer to content than she had been beforehand. It was enough that Blake could undo the bindings that Kept Weiss the rest of the way tied down, and even carry her to bed. In her nightstand was where Blake had stashed the new dust. Originally it had just been intended to see how the other half lived. Why not? If she had the spare dust, why not? Just pop a dick for the night and take it out as a test drive. Her existing sex was a small minefield of triggers after some of the things Adam had done, so maybe a cock would be more accessable fun with less trauma to unpack. Well, she would be unpacking a lot more than just that tonight as Views whined and begged to be filled and bred.

The tattoo seemed to heal well already. There was only a thin layer of plasma, but the flesh underneath seemed to have healed just like anything else would have after consumption of the dust. Blake was happy for that, because it meant she could make a small tweak to Weiss's system. With one hand, she reached out, touched the black flame in just such a way that lined up with the aura she had initiated it with and pumped more aura into Weiss. The Kitten didn't seem to notice it at all, that was good. The only step left was to…

Blake stripped off her pants and took the new dust to her crotch. From there, she focused her aura in her finger tips, and crushed it. The dust resultant from the crushed… well dust, she spread against her mons and just above her slit. Ir grew fast, faster than Blake had ever expected and with a tight pulling all around her core. It would have been painful if it hadn't felt like a really nice stretch to muscles she literally hadn't had prior.

"H- holy shi- shattered moon in the sky." Blake gawked at her own crotch where the cock stood hard and proud. She'd for whatever reason expected it to grow soft, but given how long she spent with Weiss's sex in her fact, it was near impossible for her to be anything other than approaching diamond cutting stiffness. Naturally, a hand fell down to hold the underside of the new appendage. It felt nice. The base in particular felt sensitive- she had a good suspicion as to why, her knot was already dying to pop and swell inside the poor Kitten. "Fuck, it's…" Blake shuttered, at the surprising pleasure that came with the smallest stroke. "Brothers… I- Woah! Wait!" Blake yelped as she spotted Weiss turning on the bed and launch into attack mode. It was hopeless to stop her by the moment that Blake noticed. Weiss had already launched at her crotch.

Eagerly, Weiss pressed her lips to the head, forming the perfect hint of resistance as she forced her head further down. Weiss growled possessively over the appendage as her mouth easily formed a suction and her lips effortlessly slipped lower and lower down on Blake's cock.

"Oh fuck… Weiss… that's… that's phenomenal." Blake felt her hand slip down to the back of Weiss's head where she naturally balled up the Kitten's hair as a handle and held Weiss steady as she began to test what it might feel like to buck forward into Weiss's mouth. It was better than she could have ever anticipated. Weiss was warm, wet, and velvety in the best way. Her throat offered the perfect resistance against the head, and Blake honestly feared the new appendage might melt off before Weiss could actually get what she needed. "B- brothers." She murmured and rocked her hips back and forth into the Kitten as she made little choking noises.

"Mowr!" Weiss garbled onto the cock as Blake tested pulling back out.

"Fuckin… good Kitten." Blake husked and bucked up and in harder. Weiss's throat took to her perfectly, the most resistance Blake thought she could handle and she could already feel herself approaching a climax. It was too much, and understandably so. The new tension growing between her legs and at the base of the cock was completely alien to her. It was alien and indulgent beyond measure. In an action she would feel mildly guilty for later when Weiss's throat was horse and sore, Blake forced her hips forward till she could feel Weiss's lips wrapped around her base and held her there. Blake held the Kitten there and cried out as her new sex pulsed and shot her essence into the poor girl's throat. "H- holy… what the… Kitten…" Blake reeled and slowly pulled herself out from Weiss's slutty mouth. "Good… you did so good." She praised and shivered at the wet pop of her cock finally freeing from Weiss's lips.

"Haaah." Weiss looked up dazily, her tongue sticking out and some cum still lingering on it.

"Good… good girl." Blake cheered and pet Weiss's hair back into some semblance of neat and tidy.

"T- thank Owner." Weiss sloppily slurped up the cum that almost dribbled out of her mouth and then what was beginning to bead down from Blake's new appendage.

"Fucking… holy shit." Blake tried to center herself against the sensation of her sensitive head being sucked on.

"Tasty." Weiss purred.

Blake huffed. "Kitten… you're going to have to slow down for a moment… I- oof that was nice." Blake felt her knees weak and sat down on the bed next to Weiss before she fell down. Not wanting to leave Weiss uncared for, she idly scratched behind the Kitten's new ears.

Weiss purred and twitched her ears into the touch. "Owner taste good." She limply crawled closer to her Owner to rest her head down on Blake's lap. Naturally, her head landed close to Blake's new appendage and within a moment or two, she was licking and trying to suck at it again.

"Shh, shh. Give me a moment." Blake breathed heavily. "And no, we need to sate your heat, not rile you up more ."

"Bu- but… good… so good." Weiss complained.

"I should have known you'd be beyond insatiable when you went into heat." Blake gently pulled Weiss away just as her length began to rear back to life. "You'll drain me dry, won't you baby girl?"

Weiss panted. "Fill! Fill me up! Wanna… wanna give you kittens." She began to work herself up to her hands and knees then to her knees from which she tried to mount Blake's lap.

Blake chuckled. "No, no Kitten, there's no way in hell I'll let you be on top for our first time like this."

Weiss whined at being denied anything she wished.

"Lay down."

Weiss pouted and whined harder.

Blake closed her eyes and inhaled, doing her best to gather herself amongst all the assaulting sensations of Weiss, her scent, the new appendage, and the endorphins of her release. "Come on beautiful, don't you want to be bred, filled up, split and parted by a knot? Don't you want-" Blake opened her eyes in response to the feeling of the bed shifting. Weiss had already flopped onto her back and parted her legs wide. One hand traced idly over her new tattoo and the other toyed with her soaked and swollen pussy with gentle strokes.

"Please!" Weiss nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, of course little Kitten." Blake sighed and began to move. She slipped a hand down to her new cock and stroked it the rest of the way back to life. It still felt better than she'd intended, even with her rough calloused hand against the sensitive new flesh.

"Owner!" Weiss complained.

"What Kitten? So impatient you can't even wait for me to get into position?" Blake teased.

"I! I! I…" Weiss pouted and looked away ashamed.

"It's ok. No more waiting love." Blake lowered her lips to Weiss's as she lined herself up with the Kitten's entrance. She pressed down and up at once, pressing herself in as she began to kiss.

Weiss purred loudly as she wrapped her arms and legs wrapped tighter around Blake.

"Love you sweet Kitten." Blake broke the kiss and cooed back into her pet's ear.

The Kitten's breaths only grew louder as she rocked her hips greedily onto Blake's new length. It was almost too much for Blake. Weiss's mouth had been its own form of heaven, but her pussy was something else entirely. It was baffling how her body clamped down around the aching member. She could barely breathe in the wake of the sensation. It was like Weiss strangled out her life through her greedy pussy. Blake was more than happy to deliver. Quickly, she stole Weiss's lips back, biting and nipping at them as she tasted Weiss.

Kitten still tasted vaguely of semen, but also herself. There was something far hotter than Blake could ever have expected about tasting herself coating Weiss; like she'd even marked the Kitten's insides, something she'd be doing a lot more of in a moment.

"Cum! Cum! Close! Clit! Fuck! Cum!" Weiss rasped out in between Blake's rough and dominant kisses. "Cum, bite! Neck! Bite! Fuck! Fill! Kittens!"

"You need to cum sweetie?" Blake moved to kiss along Weiss's neck. "Need me to bite and mark you before I fill you up with my cum?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! Yes!" Weiss grabbed and pulled at Blake, striving to pull her down and into her harder and harder. If that wasn't enough, Weiss's walls seemed to clamp harder and harder at Blake, quickly driving her insane.

The Kitten reeked of need, she was desperate to her core, and everything about her odor screamed it to what animal remnants there were in Blake's biological coding. It made everything almost undeniable when Weiss pleaded again to be bitten and bred. Admittedly, the knowledge that she'd ensured Weiss couldn't conceive for today comforted Blake, but she still worried she might have lost all control. Her head ducked down, teeth revealed as she nearly tore into Weiss's neck, biting her hard enough that there would undoubtedly be a scar. With the taste of blood hitting her tongue, Blake bucked herself flush into Weiss. She couldn't help but scream into her Kitten as the base of the new appendage seared in the split, the pop of her knot. The only peace was being soothed by Weiss's warmth. Though, that was the ultimate peace for sure. Such conclusions were only reaffirmed by Weiss's cries of orgasm and walls drawing out her climax.

Before long, the two were a panting mess on the bed, breathing hard as their bodies locked into each other by Blake's knot. Weiss's heat was slow to subside, but with her need sated, it did. Head clearing, she snuggled into Blake, cooed and purred her pleasure. For the two, there was not a single thing out of place about the world that evening.

End of Chapter 43

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Chapter 44

When morning broke and light streamed in through the windows bright enough to force Weiss to wake, she could still feel Blake's weight atop her. The owner had passed out not long after they were tied together. She purred at the sheer memory of the stretch. Now, in her right mind and no longer jumbled by desperation, ache, pain, drugs, or heat, the idea of being filled with the same knot seemed terrifying over anything else, but the memory was still warm. Warm, gentle, and heavenly. For whatever reason, she felt comfortable in the knowledge that despite all her pleading, she had not been bred. Blake wouldn't go making a decision like that without her in her right mind and with the capability to say no. But… honestly Weiss couldn't help but wonder if it would be nice. Every time the thought popped into her head she remembered how horrible her parents had been and swiftly decided against ever trying, but for a moment, it seemed nice. Stupid, but nice.

Blake groaned and stretched atop her.

"Mo- morning." Weiss tried to greet cheerily, but her throat was still raspy after being fucked the previous night.

"Morning, you alright?"

"Yeah, just… things were a bit rough last night. Good, really good, but rough." Weiss explained, her throat threatening to give out.

"I- I didn't mean to- to hurt you. I'm sorry Kitten." Blake wrapped her arms tight around Weiss and rolled them over so Weiss was on top of her instead.

"It's ok." Weiss hummed and melted into her warm Owner.

Blake pouted into Weiss's neck, but she seemed to give up on feeling guilty as Weiss settled in comfortably. "Are you… feeling any better? How is the tattoo?"

Weiss looked up like it was the first time she remembered a tattoo had been placed on her; and then another realization, where it had been placed; the so intimate spot. She rolled off of Blake and looked down to see it. The heart was only a drop of a faint glow at the lowest part, it seemed like it would fill and glow brighter as she grew desperate. It was beautiful tho. All the tendrils and how the interwove with her, the black flame, the most clear sign that she was owned and loved. Fingers traced it with something between embarrassment and reverence. She couldn't believe what it was, what she'd allowed. More astoundingly, she couldn't believe how much she loved it. "It's perfect." She cooed.

"Good." Blake turned over onto her side and draped a finger over the flame. Weiss could feel the warmth of Blake's aura focused in her fingertips and how it did something to the flame, but she couldn't quite tell what.

"Hmm?" Weiss looked to Blake with eyes that would ask all her questions for her.

"Oh… umm… you… you'll be- well, not fertile fertile… but… I had a blocker so no mistakes happened and…" Blake stammered with a growing flush.

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"Course Kitten." Blake nodded. "Umm… but, don't go fucking anyone else now, cause you're heat could come any moment; the real one that won't just be sated with a single mating. And… that one… well, you would be hard pressed to go through that and not end up with a little hitch hiker."

Weiss giggled. "A little hitch hiker, huh?"

"I- well… yeah!" Blake deflected.

"No, no, I like the name… makes it sound sweet rather than scary."

"Aww come on, what's scary about a little-"

"An eight pound human being forced through my vagina?"

"Yup, you win, that's terrifying."

Weiss giggled again and cuddled close to Blake. "Thank you again though."

"Well! If… if you have any other punishments or fun Kitten things you want or miss, I'm your lady."

"You're just my lady."

"Well, that too I guess."

Weiss nuzzled into Blake's chest. "Owner." She submissibly half corrected, half just added.

"Well, I'll be that as long as you want."

"Always."

"Alright Kitten."

The rest of the day was calm. Blake went a little overboard with hopeful remedies for Weiss's throat, but that was sweet more than anything. She did have to leave to go check on Neon and Marrow. When she came back, Blake told Weiss that Marrow was doing much better. Apparently, he'd even asked Blake to help him with healing his tail. It was good to hear that he was doing well, but what concerned Weiss was the utter dearth of information about Neon.

"Yeah, so, he is doing a lot better! His tail is still kind of just a nub for now, but there's the framework for more, and it's starting to grow. It will sadly probably take a bit longer to fix now cause it took him a while to come around. But he'll be-"

"And Neon?" Weiss questioned low and quiet to avoid aggravating her throat.

"I…"

"Is she alright?"

"No, she isn't… she refused to let me help with her tail… doctors too. They are worried it will get infected." Blake sighed. "I just… I don't know what to do anymore."

"Do… do you think I should talk to her?" Weiss tried.

Blake looked like she wanted to answer kindly, but her answer felt anything but. "Weiss, I love you, but you… you're a Schnee."

"I just… I thought that cause…" Weiss's tail curled around her and she held it. "Cause I've had some changes made to me without my permission… and… and… but… you're right. I- I'm a…" Weiss petered out, the reminder of all she was and all she had done weighing down on her shoulders a new. She never deserved the second chance she got, so of course not everyone would be willing to extend it to her.

"Weiss, I-"

"I get it." Weiss traced her tail and ear with the tips of her fingers. "These don't make me… I know." Weiss shook the silly thoughts from her head and moved to rest on Blake's couch.

"Weiss…" Blake whispered hollow.

"Couch cuddles? I could go for some couch cuddles!" Weiss suggested, tossing up an arm for Blake to see her from the other side of the couch.

Blake just sighed. "Alright Kitten. Couch cuddles."

Once more, the two had their day there in front of the television, gently cuddling and watching stray movies. Calm and quiet, they enjoyed each other. Weiss found comfort in Blake's arms while Blake delighted in caressing her cute Kitten. At some time in the evening, Owner was pulled away for some time to deal with Jacques. From what she reported back to the Kitten, he was furious, livid and ready to murder, but he was also scared. The plans were working. Weiss had for the first time in her life had a true victory over him. She offered to help Blake again, that they could start with the next step that night, but Blake just shook her head and pulled Weiss into her lap.

It felt impossible to argue with Blake's lips on hers as Weiss felt tender fingers scratching around her tail. "I appreciate that Kitten, but I want some time with you."

"B- but-" Weiss whimpered weak to all of Blake's kisses.

"He won't act, he's scared, you said that yourself, right?"

"Yes." Weiss nodded.

"If things get any worse, I'll know within the hour. We'll be able to stop it before anything bad happens; his false democracy may be a rouse for a dictatorship, but like all other democracies, it is slow." Blake explained as she pressed her lips to the marking she'd left on Weiss's neck the last night.

"Ohh… I- you're right… it's… slow."

"So, we have time. And, I think we've earned ourselves a break." Blake offered.

Weiss shifted uncomfortably at that. A break? She didn't deserve a break! How could she ever! After everything she'd-

"Shh, get out of that head of yours Kitten." Blake whispered.

"I!"

"You know what, it's time for something you reminded me we should have been doing." Blake smirked.

Weiss pulled back. "I- Uugh… O- Owner… P… punishments yesterday were really nice and all, but… I- I don't know that I can handle more already. Even if it is nice and soft." Weiss whimpered, flushed and embarrassed. None of it was made any easier for the heiress by Blake's judgemental and thoroughly pleased look. "I! What are you looking at!" Weiss barked out.

"Just my adorable flushed little Kitten."

"I! Well! I! I still can't do anymore! I! I love you! But it's just too much!"

Blake huffed a singular chuckle. "You know, I wasn't planning to punish you at all, but now that you are going on and on about it, it makes me wonder if there isn't something fun we could do with your body."

Weiss burned and her cheeks turned so red she felt like she could see it.

"You know, your mouth was so good last night. Maybe you'd like some sluttier lips? A little oral fixation? Not that you need much to get you to convince you to get to work like that, obviously."

"I! I have no idea what you mean!"

"Really? You don't remember attacking my dick last night? It's just a shame it's gone now, I bet you'd be on your knees and begging to put it in your mouth again."

"What! Of course not! Ridiculous! You're ridiculous Owner!" Weiss turned her head, but her eyes seemed to keep snapping back to Blake.

"Aww… I'm sure there's something we could do to make you a little more honest with yourself." Blake raised her hand to Weiss's cheek and laid her thumb on the heiress's lower lip. "I don't want my little Kitten getting confused or thinking she's not exactly the craven slut she is."

Weiss's heart raced, her breaths hastened, and she instinctively bit her lower lip. Blake was too good at this, too effective. Owner's thumb pulled down her lower lip and she couldn't stop as her jaw lowered slightly too.

"Good girl. Now are you telling me you don't want something to suck on right now?"

Weiss whined. She whined breathless and her traitorous tongue darted out to lick at the tip of Owner's thumb.

"Aww? That didn't sound like a yes." Blake pouted.

"I-" The thumb pushed slightly into her mouth and Weiss naturally sealed her lips around it.

"Good girl." Blake repeated sweet and low as Weiss began to suck and swirl her tongue around the thumb. "Does that feel better? Doesn't being honest with yourself make you feel better Kitten?"

Weiss nodded only to take the thumb in deeper. Fuck! Blake was right! That! Evil, sexy, temptress of an Owner. Weiss wanted Blake's cock back in her mouth. She wanted to be sucking on it dutifully as Blake caressed her ears and whispered beautiful words of encouragement. What more could an obedient Kitten crave in life? Other than to be taken care of and submissively took to Owner's cock.

Weiss could have completely lost herself in the slightly salty taste of Blake's flesh, she could have, but Blake roused her from the subtle trance servicing Owner brought by caressing behind her ears. "Mhmm?"

"Didn't hear me, huh Kitten?"

Weiss shook her head but sucked harder when Blake went to pull her thumb back. She whined and pouted onto the digit as Blake tried to pull it back again.

"Aww, Kitten. I didn't know you wanted it that bad." Blake hummed. "Maybe I really should give you a bit of an oral fixation or mod your lips some. I bet you'd really like it."

Weiss batted her eyes something between shamefully and enticingly.

"You'll want to release my thumb eventually though."

"Humm?"

"We're going out." Blake answered.

"Whaa?" Weiss questioned with Blake's thumb still in her mouth.

"You wanted me to take you out on some real dates, no?"

"Wai- r- really" Weiss spat out the thumb, her ears perking up. "You want to take me out, like on a date?"

"Why not?" Blake shrugged. "I love you, it's a nice night on the island, my favorite place is open tonight, and it's probably your last day where you can reliably have anonymity. People won't recognize you with these ears for now, but when the latest video goes public, word will spread and…"

"I would like one night of no one knowing." Weiss nodded.

"Hey, cheer up Kitten, most faunus are out here to unplug, to distance from all the racism back on the mainland. Plus, with connection still being shoddy at best, there's an extra good chance you won't be recognized."

"Maybe." Weiss nodded. "Hopefully."

"Hey!"

"What?"

"I love you Kitten."

"I love you too Owner." Weiss rested her head on Blake's shoulder.

"So…" Blake announced after a moment of peace. "Do you just wanna get going, or would you rather I have a little fun with you first?"

Weiss's cheeks burned anew. Why the hell had Blake had to go and put all of those slutty ideas in her mind? Now there was nothing she could think about other than how nice it would be to always need Blake's cock between her lips! Brothers… what if Blake covered her lips in that sensitivity cream? It had been so long since it'd been used on her… maybe it was about time? Maybe she missed how good it made her cum, how much she loved having her body modded and fucked with.

"Be honest with me Kitten." Blake enticed.

Weiss whimpered. "M… make… make me a good… a good oral s-slut." Shivers ran up and down her spine and she desperately wished it could just be done to her without having to ask again. At least before she wasn't made to willingly ask for her body to be tampered with. Then again… she did love this in its own way, even if she felt painfully ashamed.

"You sure Kitten? You want to be constantly obsessed with having that pretty mouth of yours fucked?"

Weiss nodded.

"I think we can manage that." Blake turned to kiss Weiss and lay her back down on the couch.

End of Chapter 44

Author's note: Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 45

“You’re my good slutty Kitten, aren’t you?” 

“Your good slutty Kitten.” Weiss mused, eyes half lidded and deep in a trance. 

“Do you want more on your lips?” 

“YES~” Weiss cried out in something that almost sounded more like one of ecstasy. 

“Aww, will the little Kitten cum if I give her any more.” 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” With each cry, Weiss’s tongue darted out to lick at her oversensitized lips. 

“You know, every time you cum, they’ll get bigger, just like how it was for your chest and butt.” 

“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t care! Wanna… wanna suck!” Weiss’s tongue stuck out and lingered there. 

“Such a good slut.” Blake mused. 

Weiss laid there, panting, and too out of it realize she could just finger herself to the climax she needed so desperately. 

“Here, here you go my good girl, here it is.” Blake lowered her gloved fingers, all covered in that sensitivity cream Weiss hadn’t been able to indulge in for far too long. Weiss eagerly took to it, sucking and wrapping her tongue around it. More and more pooled up on her lips, making them feel almost as delightful as her labia all while her tongue strived to gather more and more. 

Whimpering and whining, Weiss sucked harder, massaging the cream into herself. It felt so good and there was no part of her together enough to stop her from simply seeking all the pleasure she could get. Before long, she’d cum all over herself three or four times, her lips pushing the far limit of what Blake was willing to do to her. 

“That’s it Kitten. There you go. I think you’ve cum enough and made your lips perfectly plump for now… I would really love to give that mouth of yours a good fucking though. Sadly, for now, I think we’ll have to head off or we’ll be late for our date.”

Weiss whined and pouted. She wanted to be played with more, to become Blake’s perfect little slut! Date smate! She wanted to be fucked and modded stupid by Owner! 

“Aww, don’t be sad Kitten. I have a fun idea.” 

“Hmm?” 

“I’ll remind you later; bring them all back when we get home, but do you want to forget all this? Just think how cute it would be, you completely unaware of your new obsession while we are out at a nice dinner. Wouldn’t you like that? To be free of knowing what a slut you are and just be during dinner? It will be so cute when you get your memories back and start freaking out about all the odd things you did in public. What do you think Kitten? Would you like that? I won’t do it unless you want.” 

“Yes! Yes! Please!” 

“So? Where are we going for dinner?” Weiss cheered, wearing a crop top hoody and a short skirt that only hid about ninety percent of her new tattoo, the glow only faintly showing behind it. She idly chewed on one of the hoodie’s drawstrings, flicking it along her tongue, not a thought in the world about how much better she felt with something in her mouth. 

“Well, if anything catches your eye on the walk around, I am up to try something new, but I think my favorite place should have a free spot or two open for me; they really should considering that I set aside a reservation for nine when I was on my home from seeing Marrow and Neon.” 

“Oh? Really? Cool! What’s the place like?” Weiss questioned as she looked over Blake’s kitchen. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt herself naturally attracted to a banana, one she eagerly picked up and held to her lips a moment before pealing. It felt so nice there. Wow! She must have been really hungry!

“It’s just a little down the beach, the front bit is kind of a tiki area. They have some nice drinks, a lax atmosphere. I like their bar food cause it’s what my family always did when I was a kid, but they have some upscale things too. I think they have a fresh catch of the day option from the fish market?” Blake winced. “But… honestly, I always go for their fish and chips cause it’s easy and familiar.” 

“Mhmm sounds good.” Weiss mused, slowly, and completely out of her own awareness, fellating the banana as it slipped deeper into her mouth only to come back out whole. Peculiarly, it was starting to feel like a hot day just after the sun went down. Odd! Island weather was truly odd! She moaned as she eventually downed the whole fruit whole and Blake was left certain that the room had shot up thirty degrees. 

“So, umm! You? You ready to- hmm!” Blake cleared her throat and thanked the brothers that she did not actively have a cock to give tell to all of her desperation. “To go!” She yelped at the sight of Weiss licking her lips clean. Had some of the growth lotion ended up on her tongue? It looked longer! Fuck! It could probably wrap all the way around a cock twice! 

“Mhmm!” Weiss hopped eagerly and rushed to Blake’s side without noticing her mate’s overly red complexion. All too quickly, the Kitten was latched to Blake’s arm and snuggling it. 

All the while, Blake just strived to think on anything other than how far Weiss’s seemingly longer tongue could reach deep inside her slick cunt. 

“Ohh! Wait! Shoes! I don’t have-” 

“You don’t need them love. It’s kinda just a bar on the beach babe, they barely require shirts… on women.”

“Hehe, well, I guess my hoodie will be more than enough, huh?” Weiss grabbed the lower hem that hung limply over her beautifully enlarged chest. 

“They get more than enough folks wearing… well what I was wearing when I met you, so, yes, it will be enough.” Blake considered taking Weiss somewhere a little more upscale. The island certainly had options for that, but the idea of dragging Weiss somewhere fancy just to have her fellating her straw seemed like… it would be harder to get Weiss to forgive her for. Plus, fancy dinner could be done tomorrow just as easily. 

“Okey Dokey!” Weiss cheered. “Love you Owner!” 

“Love you too Kitten.” Blake did her best to focus her mind once more, but kept having it slip back to Weiss’s elongated tongue. 

The fresh air of the beach served to clear Blake’s head a little, but Weiss’s playing with the drawstring to her hoodie and occasionally sucking on the tip of her finger only served to make that all the harder. Had she unintentionally made a punishment for herself rather than one for Weiss- though, was it really a punishment if Weiss asked for it? That was something to think of for a while. 

All the same, Blake had to pull her mind together when they arrived at the restaurant. Weiss submissively held to her and Blake dealt with the hostess, making sure they got a table outside with a good view of the beach and also one which had vinyl chair covers rather than cloth. There was no need to completely ruin a chair if Weiss got too flustered, and for some reason, Blake expected that just might end up being an issue at some point through their meal. 

When the two sat, Blake pet Weiss’s ears and kissed her a little overly passionate. She wanted Weiss to enjoy herself, and if giving her a little saucy of a kiss would help, who was Blake to not indulge. Plus, it gave her a chance to push Weiss’s tall bar chair in for her and whisper a small “Good girl.” Into her ear. Weiss really deserved that, she had been phenomenal during their latest session, even if she couldn’t remember it. 

Weiss’s cheeks burned red and she crossed her legs in what was an attempt to look lady-like, but really just served to give her a little something extra to press her thighs against for what relief that would give her. 

“It’s really nice here. I- honestly, I’m surprised more faunus don’t live here.” 

“Well, the island is only so big. It’s only so big, and travel out here is never free. I know plenty of faunus who never had the money to leave Atlass much less Mantle as a whole. 

“Oh… right.” Weiss sighed. 

“It’s alright. You’re helping now, remember?” Blake extended a hand, but Weiss looked too crestfallen to actually notice. 

“Weiss, really, it’s not your-”

“And what can I get you two lovely ladies tonight?” A cheery voice greeted with a note pad already pulled out. 

“Oh, I’ll have a beer; two actually, and she’ll have the strawberry daiquiri.” 

“I’m having a daiquiri?” 

“You like strawberries.” Blake shrugged. “Did you want something virgin?” 

“No, no, it sounds nice, I just…” Weiss flushed. Blake was so strong, so self assured, she was just so… What she didn’t know was that being an icy drink with fruit chunks in it, the daiquiri had the largest straw of all the drinks on the menu, and it was served in an extra large coup style glass. Blake wanted to see what Weiss might do with some of that. “That sounds really nice.” Weiss settled.

“Perfect! And do you two have any idea what you might like to eat tonight or what appetizers catch your fancy?” 

“Calamari if you’ve got it tonight, and fish n’ chips for me.” Blake answered. “What do you want Love?” 

“I- umm… you said they had a market special?” 

“Yup, we just got in some salmon!” 

“Oh! Actually, swap me over to that!” Blake cheered. 

“Me too please.” Weiss submissively requested. 

“Ok, two beers, one daiquiri, two salmons plates of the day, and a calamari starter?” 

“That’d be wonderful, thank you so much- oh, and can you get her an extra water?” Blake gestured to Weiss. She would be needing the extra fluids anyways.  

“Course. I’ll be right back around with the water in a minute, the calamari should take closer to five or ten.” 

“Sounds good.” Blake smiled politely to the waitress who disappeared back into the main dining area.

“Thank you.” Weiss hummed, idly tracing a finger over her lips. 

“What for Kitten?” 

“For actually taking me out?” Weiss guessed at what she actually meant. “I… I just like knowing that we aren’t just us behind closed doors? That it extends to out here?”

“Weiss, of course it does.” Blake’s expression fell. 

“I- just…” 

“Weiss, ‘I love you’ doesn't end when we leave my house.” 

“I…” Weiss tried to put to words how such words often ended when she returned home; when there was no longer anyone to watch over and spot the lack of such sweet pleasantries. If her father only ever said it for show, it felt more than logical that Blake would never want to show it. “I just… wasn’t sure if it would make bad optics for you or not.” 

“Who gives a fuck about optics?” Blake gruffed and the server returned with Blake’s beers and Weiss’s water. 

“The daiquiri will be out in a moment, they are just blending it now.” She offered before running off again. 

“Thanks.” Weiss called out and took to her water. Quickly, she took to her straw, holding it in her mouth, fiddling with it, occasionally slurping at her drink, but never letting the straw slip. 

“First off,” Blake popped the cap off of her second beer by positioning it on the table’s corner and hitting it firmly with the palm of her hand. “I don’t give a fuck about what anyone says. That’s some stupid shit. Second, it’s not like you’re not helping; like you aren’t on my side. It’d be one thing if I had to defend my loyalties or like, compromise my actual morals…” Blake grabbed her other beer and offered it up to Weiss. “You want some? Just while you’re waiting on your drink- but I’m not; you aren’t your family, you don’t actually think the faunus are lesser, so, what’s it matter? Fuck the optics.” 

Weiss hesitated, but when Blake shook the beer, and the sadness of realizing just how fucked her life had been; how much it had affected her, she took the beer. Before she knew it, Weiss had the beer ass up and pouring down her gullet. The buzz set in quickly; though it may have been more from the rush of chugging the beer in one go. 

“Woah, slow down there Kitten?” Blake reeled and tried to focus despite how the neck of the bottle was entirely in Weiss’s throat. 

“Mhmm! I- it’s… sorry.” Weiss whimpered and placed the bottle back down, but quickly lowered her head to suck on the tip. 

“You’re fine sweetie, just… relax. No need to worry about optics or anything really. That’s all for SDC and stuff, not relationships, not even the White Fang.” 

“Thanks hun.” Weiss relaxed a little. 

“Any time sweetie.” 

They sat, enjoying the ambiance for a moment, and eventually the appetizer and Weiss’s drink came around. Blake took that opportunity to order another duo of beers; she could use an opportunity to relax a little, and Weiss had drunk one of her’s whole. The waitress gave Weiss an odd look for how she sucked oddly on the empty bottle. “I… umm, Miss… do you… want me to take that empty one away for now?” 

“Huh? My empty- the beer?” Weiss looked down to it only to bring it to her lips again. 

“She’s good. Just, another water if you don’t mind? She’s going to need to stay hydrated if this is any sign for the night.” 

“Ok, well, enjoy, and we’ll have your salmon out in ten or fifteen.” 

“Thanks.” Blake offered and stole a piece of the freshly fried seafood. “So? Weiss, what do you think of calamari?” 

“Mhmm! Looks good!” Weiss cheered and popped a ring to her lips before sticking her elongated tongue through it and licking like she was… There was no way the heiress didn’t know what she was doing, it was so lewd and all Blake could think of was getting over some of her hang ups and actually finally have Weiss go down on her. “Tasty.” The Kitten purred and finally pulled the treat into her mouth with a taunting lick of her lips. 

“G- good.” Blake stammered and tried to distract herself with another piece. 

“Feeling alright?” Weiss checked and turned her attention to the boozy red drink in an overly wide double extra large glass.

“Yup!” Blake sounded strangled as she forced her reply. She tried to soothe her thirst with her beer, but it seemed to only leave her fuzzy and craving more taunting from the slut she loved so much. “And you?” 

“I’m great!” Weiss cheered, pulling up from her drink, but keeping the straw between her lips. “It’s… warm tho… and…. And my tummy is glowing.” Weiss giggled. 

“So it is.” Blake checked to confirm by leaning over the side of the table to see the growing brightness. “You’ll likely be all pent up when we get back home.” 

“I love you.” Weiss seemed to ignore Blake, just licking around the straw and pressing it into her mouth. “Wish I could…” She picked up another calamari ring and licked through it once more. “Bet Owner tastes extra good.” 

“Maybe we’ll give you a chance to find out tonight.” Blake’s smirk waivered. 

“Mhmm… we’ve done so much… why have you never had me eat you out yet?” Weiss wondered, half to herself, half as an actual question for Blake. “You’ve done it for me… and it’s so nice. I loved having your head between my thighs, licking up my needy cunt…” She mused and dripped onto her chair. “I bet it’d feel really good to have your fingers balling up my hair and your hips bucking onto my mouth.” 

Blake grabbed at the table with all her might, striving to not rip it up, toss it into the ocean and dear god she needed to not give into the urge to fuck Weiss right there. 

“Why did you only fuck my mouth with your big fat… sexy… knotted… cock…” Weiss mused and found the beer bottle at her lips once more. 

“Holy fuck.” 

“Bet you could sit on my face, ride me and make me yours all the mor-” 

“I have some issues with it!” Blake snapped, more to get the topic to change before she shattered. 

“Issues?” 

“I-” Blake looked away. 

“What do you mean issues?” 

“It’s nothing Kitten. Just relax, enjoy your meal.” Blake sighed, beginning to temper herself better. 

“Blake?” 

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” Blake shook slightly. 

“Blake!” 

“What Kitten!” 

“Why haven't you told me this before?” 

“Would  you have cared more than two weeks ago?” 

“I! Well! No! But! But things are different! I! I know you better now and… and…” 

“It doesn't matter, it’s not a big deal anyways.” Blake brushed aside, encouraged by the sight of two salmon plates coming in their direction. “See, there’s our dinner. Let’s focus on that.” Blake suggested as if there was any real chance of moving things along. 

The waitress was again polite as she delivered the plates and checked if they needed anything else, but they needed nothing. 

“Blake.” Weiss focused. 

“Can we just eat?” 

“No, if there is something wrong, I want to know; to be aware of how to actually be sensitive of your… issues. I am your girlfriend after all.” 

“It’s not an issue, it was just a slip of the tongue. That’s all. Now this salmon smells so good, can we please just eat?” 

“Blake.” 

“It is nothing.” 

“Fine then. Enjoy dinner.” Weiss fidgeted, trying to scooch back the tall bar chair, but nearly falling back every other moment. 

“What are you doing?” Blake gaped. 

“Going home.” Weiss huffed frustrated. 

“What?” 

“You don’t want to talk, that is alright, but I don’t feel like sticking around and worrying about you like this. Plus… honestly, if I stick around, I’ll drink, and if I drink, I won’t be together enough to not sleep with you tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Blake reeled. 

“If I stay, I wild drink, if I drink, I will inevitably get horny and fuck you.” 

“And… you don’t want that?” 

“If there is something about sex that makes you uncomfortable, then I am not comfortable having sex with you anymore unless I know how to be mindful of it.” Weiss finally managed to slip out of her seat. 

“Weiss! You have to be kidding.” 

“I love you, but no. I am not kidding. If you want to cuddle when you get home, I’ll be in my old bed in the basement.” 

“Weiss.” 

“Have a good dinner.” 

“Wait!” 

“Wait what?” 

“It was… Adam alright?” Blake blurted out and it seemed to be enough to buy her another moment or two. “He just… had a thing about… about waking me up with… down there… whether I wanted it or not… and he… he thought my yelping in pain was supposed to be something good? So he had a thing about biting down there. Alright? So… so just… just be patient with me about it and don’t bite and you’ll be alright. Ok?” 

“Is there anything else I need to know?” Weiss paused. 

“No, that’s it. I was just worried… I don’t know… worry that it would feel the same? Like… the idea of being eaten out is phenomenal, but… I’m just still kind of scared he ruined it for me. I think it was for that reason, trying it with… different hardware was less scary? So… just be slow? Patient with me?” 

“I can do that.” Weiss nodded patiently. 

“Thank you. Now, can you please, please, for the love of brothers, please sit back down and enjoy your dinner? I want us to have a nice date, ok?” 

“Ok.” Weiss moved to Blake’s side to hug her tight. “I love you. I just want you to be happy.” 

“I know Kitten. And I appreciate you being so sweet, even if it does often come with your abundance of stubborn.” Blake sighed and Kissed Weiss’s cheek. “I love you.” 

“Good!” Weiss huffed and forced herself back up to her seat. “Because I am hungry and this smells phenomenal.” 

End of Chapter 45

Author's note: Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 46

Full of fish and a mixed combo of liquor, Weiss felt floaty as they deliberated on what desert to partake in. "Chocolate!" She hiccuped lightly, lavishing her tongue tauntingly over one of Blake's bottles of beer. 

"I know, but there are like seven different chocolate desserts. Plus, do we want chocolate fruit or just chocolate? Or maybe chocolate caramel? Or with coffee? Ice cream?" 

"Choccolt" Weiss moaned as she nearly deep throated the whole bottle. Holy fucking how was Blake supposed to think with Weiss doing that? 

"Have we made a decision?" The server came back around at what Blake knew would be an overly mortifying moment for the heiress if she knew what she was doing. 

"Choccolt!" Weiss demanded again and pulled back off the bottle, revealing it to the server in the dark. Blake could see how shocked the innocent woman was at the sight, but somehow it passes by Weiss entirely- horny hypnosis, that was how. It was decisively how and Blake knew it. 

"Yes well, we have several-" 

"The chocoholic cake with vanilla ice cream on the side." Blake ordered for them in a rush. 

"Yay!" Weiss cheered before turning to the near empty daiquiri where she attempted to lick it up from the bottom of the wide glass. Fucking hell! Blake crossed her legs and tried to focus. 

"Is… is she…?" The innocent server timidly questioned the whole of Weiss's actions. 

"She's just had a lot g day, and… I suspect she is not all too used to drinking. So, it seems to be hitting her extra hard." Blake tried to explain away, but then Weiss began moaning into the daiquiri like she was doing the exact thing Blake couldn't purge from her mind. "And… I've very clearly not been tending to my girlfriend well enough." Blake defended as best she could. 

"Alright, just… make sure she doesn't drive home… or lose her top or anything?" The waitress requested timidly. 

"Can do!" Blake affirmed. 

“Sup with her?” Weiss gruffed as if the server had been an overt prude, all the while, still trying to get the last of her daiquiri through a method that could only be described as simulated cunnilingus on the glass. 

“I- nothing sweetie.” Blake grumbled under her breath and tried to press her thighs together.

“Mhmm, kay!” Weiss popped her head up and cleaned her face with a breathtakingly long and adept tongue. 

Blake groaned and hid her face in her hands. It was the only way to hope no one else would notice that she was near igniting on fire with her burning flush. 

“Hey, Blake~” Weiss cooed teasing and eager. 

“Yes Kitten?” 

“I love you.” Weiss giggled, but sounded like she planned to say more. 

“I love you too.” 

“Yeah… But, I really love you.” Weiss snickered to herself and moved back to the bottle. 

“I really love you too Kitten.” 

“Yeah, but… I like… love you so much… so much that I wanna… wanna get down on my knees and… and make my Owner really hap-” 

“Weiss!” Blake yelped in a strained voice. 

“And here we are!” The waitress placed the large slice of cake down on the table with a wide grin. “And, here’s this.” She patiently dropped off the bill towards Blake. 

“Thanks.” Blake forced a weary smile. 

“Take care.” The server offered and scurried back off to the kitchen to help in closing up or something else. 

“Mhmm, you know what would be nice?” Weiss cooed, picking up, not exactly where she left off, but on a similar note. “It’d be so nice if you fucked my face nice and hard again, if you grabbed me by my hair and forced me to eat or suck you off… I loved the feeling of Owner fucking my face, making me all her’s. Wanna be your good gir-” 

“Weiss! Desert! Don’t you want some chocolate?” Blake looked up to the sight of Weiss sucking on one of her fingers. “I turned my girlfriend into a bimbo.” Blake groaned under her breath. 

“Hehe, your bimbo.” Weiss giggled. 

“Yup, yup I did.” 

“Cake!” Weiss squealed and scrambled to find her fork and dive in. 

“Yup, cake.” Blake shuttered, already allocating the money for the bill so they could run out as soon as they finished. She would need to have Weiss as soon as she could, and fiddling with her lien later would quickly drive her insane if it were the last thing holding her up from fucking Weiss’s pretty new lips. 

It was an indulgent cake, delicious and warmed slightly for serving. Perfect when paired with the ice cream. It certainly wasn’t the fresh harvested vanilla bean ice cream Weiss was used to, but Weiss to enjoy all the same. She certainly licked her spoon a lot. With desert finished, and the lien already set out over the bill, Blake was quick to grab her Kitten by the hoodie and practically drag her back to their home. Not that much dragging had to be done… Weiss eagerly managed her way back to her feet and near pushed Owner along as she sniffed and licked into Blake's neck eagerly. “Mhmm Owner! Owner! Wanna… lick, suck, eat, taste! Please! Owner smells good! Wanna!” She nearly pushed Blake over as she continued to rush them back home. 

“Ok! Ok Kitten!” Blake laughed, nearly falling over as she tried to keep up with Weiss. 

“Tasty, taste good. Want more, want you, want~” Weiss moaned as she sucked harder at Blake’s neck. 

“Aww, Kitten sounds like she’s about to cum?” Blake snickered and turned around to pick up her kitten for the last stretch of the way home. 

“Oop! Hehe! Yeah!” Weiss licked her lips. “Wanna kiss…” Her eyes locked on Blake’s lips. 

“I wanna kiss you too love. I wanna kiss you too.” 

Weiss whined. “Please Owner! Please!” 

“Aww, but just one, I don’t want you-” Blake was interrupted by Weiss’s lips on hers and desperately kissing her with all she had. 

It was a beautiful kiss. Weiss could barely keep up with herself as her body felt so so good. Why did it feel so good? She didn’t care! What does it matter? It just mattered that it felt good and that Blake was the one doing it to her as she kissed back. Oh fuck! Her walls tightened and Weiss began to lose herself just a little more. Everything of the night had been so wonderful, so perfect. From Blake being just a little overly dominant with her and ordering most of her meal for her to something about the whole night just being a little warm and her arousal building constantly. The only hint of a mark on the wonderful evening was Blake’s reluctance to share her issues, but Owner had been brave, had been honest and shared such an intimate and scary fact about herself. Weiss only wished she could be that strong, that brave. What it would be like to be as wonderful as Owner. 

Because Owner was wonderful. Flaws and all, Weiss loved Owner so much, and her lips just felt so good and her walls clamped again and it was just too much and suddenly she could feel it. Uncontrollable as Blake sucked and nipped on her lower lip, Weiss lost her breath and “Ahh~!” She squealed as she came, soaking through her skirt and dripping her release down onto the wood of Blake’s deck. 

“Aww Kitten, did you just cum? And all from just a little kiss?” Blake’s low taunting voice made Weiss wish she could just go again even as she felt a familiar soreness in her lips and somehow her tongue too- though, that was probably just from the fervent kissing session. 

“Hmm- Ahh!” Weiss squealed again at Blake dropping her legs, but only to pin her against the wall of the home. 

Blake growled low into Weiss’s ear and the Kitten could feel her slick dribbling tauntingly down her thighs. One was not enough. She had always been a little greedy, but greed barely covered what she was now. She was craven; a desperate craven little slut for her Owner and the worst part was that she absolutely loved every moment of it. 

Blake’s firm hands pressed Weiss’s shoulders painfully against the wooden bards that covered the outside of the beach house, Each edge pressed hard into her back, and she felt trapped in the best way. “Do you want to remember now my Kitten?” 

“R- remember?” Weiss felt herself slip a little. Since when had the night grown so dark? Wasn’t it a full moon earlier? Her eyelids bobbed back open just a little and she could see the moon’s light again at the sensation of Blake biting lovingly into her neck. “Ohhh fuck.” 

“Do you remember Kitten?” 

“R- remember.” Weiss repeated and the light dimmed once more. “Remember?” She questioned and the thought that she was missing time seemed to slip back to her. When had she gotten dressed for the date? What happened between laying in Blake’s arms and suddenly already heading off to the restaurant. “Wait.. what happened? Why… why do I feel so fuzzy? So… good.” Weiss questioned and looked down to seem them both being illuminated by her tattoo shining through her damp skirt. “Oh fuck… I- I’m so horny… I… I need Owner so bad!” She licked her lips and moaned. “L- lips… tongue…” 

“That’s it, remember? Laying on my couch an cumming for me again and again like a good girl?” 

“R… remember…” Weiss could see the edges of the memories but the rest was foggy, like a burned photograph, only the corners still visible. 

“You sucked my fingers so good; didn't you like being a good little oral slut?” The final term kicked everything loose in Weiss’s brain and not only could she remember it all, but all the pleasure of it seemed to wash back through her all at once. Somehow, she was already cumming all over again. Her lips felt so blissfully sore, so soft and plump, like they were made to suck and lick and for her to be just what she was; an obedient little oral slut eager to devour whatever her Owner wanted her to. 

“Blake! Blake! Blake!” Weiss blurted out in a slurred stammer and she tried to fall to her knees in front of Blake, but Owner pinned her hard to the wall. It was almost challenging to breathe against the strong hands on her chest; that sent an entirely new thrill through Weiss. What might it be like to be denied even oxygen by her owner. 

“Yes Kitten?” Blake teased. 

“Please! Please! Let me! Let me be a good oral slut! Wanna be your good oral slut! Please!” Weiss demeaned herself and only dripped more for it. Fuck, she could feel release and wettness that just begged for more dripping all the way down to her ankles. 

“You sure? You’ll have to be extra good, extra obedient for me. You think you can be good enough to earn eating my pussy?” 

“Yes! Please! Whatever you wish!” 

“Good Kitten. Good… we can work with that.” Blake grabbed Weiss by her new collar and dragged her along inside, the needy Kitten dripping her adoration in a train behind them. 

Weiss was painting by the time Blake dragged her all the way back to her room. Brothers, it smelled so heavily of Owner. The scent alone felt like it might be enough to send her into another heat. That couldn’t happen though right? If just smelling her Owner could send her into a heat, Weiss was in for a world of trouble, always being fertile and desperate to be bred… then again, was that any type of trouble she didn’t want desperately? Being fucked silly the night prior had been delightful, and there was no part of her that could come up with a reason why she didn’t want it again and again for the rest of her whole fucking life. Even more so if it meant her life could be forever spent with her loving owner. And… maybe if Blake was there, she could even handle the idea of taking a little one or two to term; starting a nice cozy little faunus family. 

“There.” Blake announced and literally yanked Weiss from her thoughts as she tugged on a nice leather leash newly connected to Weiss’s collar

“Hnhh!” Weiss whimpered and melted, nearly falling to the ground at the sensation of her whole body being possessively tugged. 

“That’s it. There’s my good Kitten.” Blake praised, a hand raising to Weiss’s cheek, caressing it and pressing her thumb to Weiss’s lips. The Kitten of course couldn’t stop herself from sucking on the finger nice and lewdly. She moaned and purred onto it, working herself up all the while. She was so close, she could taste her climax right there and if only~! But Blake pulled the finger away. “You want to be good, right?” 

“Yes!” 

“Good girl. Then, and I need you to answer this honestly, can you go slow? Or will you not be able to control that newly slutified mouth of yours?” 

“I-” Weiss paused for a moment as she began to take in the room once more, she spotted the open nightstand drawer, the one that had held whatever gave Blake her cock the other night. She could also see that the bottle of dust had been taken out and opened. Blake was asking if she could be patient enough to take her time and be understanding of Blake’s issues with her body as it was. Then she saw the look in Blake’s eyes… she was scared. “Own- Blake.” Weiss forced her desperation down. 

“It’s ok if you can’t Kitten.”

Weiss found herself doing something unexpected in response to that; something she was shocked she had the strength to do, but there she was doing it. And she felt like she were watching from three meters away. “No.” She whispered as calm hands took to the leash and undid it from her collar. “W- Weiss tonight.” She studdered slightly but found her stride again. “And, Weiss can go slow for Blake. Even if Kitten couldn’t for Owner, I can for you; if you need, I will always be here, separate and the same, but… different.” Boldly, Weiss recapped the dust bottle and slipped it back inside the nightstand, closing the drawer. “I can control it, for you.” 

“I love you.” Blake’s arm wiped her face clean in a rush as Weiss looked back to her. 

“May I? If I go slow? And promise not to bite?” Weiss slowly slipped into a crouch and then fell to her knees in front of Blake. “I love you, and I can go as slow as you need.” She offered, more in control of herself that she thought herself ever capable of- even from before all this, before all the modifications. Maybe… maybe Blake’s modifications had been more than skin or skull deep- maybe Weiss was just growing; growing with the woman she loved. 

“P- please.” Blake nodded and wiped her face clean again. 

“You’re sure?” Weiss gently rested her cheek against Blake’s hip, patiently trying to go slow and ease Blake toward this. 

“I’m sure.” 

“Would you like me to undo your pants?” Weiss snuggled slightly, the slightest indulgence she’d allow Kitten before she got to lapping up Blake’s cream. 

“Please.” Blake nodded. 

“Ok love.” Gentle hands soothed up Blake’s legs, admiring her muscular build and calming her as they approached Blake’s belt. She was slow, timid as she undid it, slipped it off and pulled it loose. Weiss pressed gentle kisses just over the hem of Blake’s pants as she unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. “Is this alright?” 

“Yeah.” Blake nodded timid and clearly a little scared. 

“We don’t have to.” Weiss offered the same way Blake had earnestly offered the same to her multiple times before. 

“I want to.” Blake affirmed. 

“I love you.” Weiss kissed down Blake’s thigh as she pulled the trousers down. Blake trembled, but a hand resting on Weiss’s shoulder affirmed that Blake wanted her to continue. “These too?” Weiss checked and graced her fingers over Blake’s soft black boyshorts. 

“I- umm, maybe… just… kiss around and down there for a bit?” 

“Alright.” Weiss nodded and slowly began to work kisses over and across Blake’s mons. “I love you.” She whispered. “He’s gone.” She added. “It’s alright.” She spoke all the things she knew she often wished to hear, and they seemed to help. In slow cycles, she repeated the three sentiments as a minor mantra, her kisses working around Blake’s mons, down one leg, up the other, and all working in concentric circles towards the heavenly scented growing wet spot at the crotch of Blake’s underwear. 

“Weiss!” Blake whimpered, bearing her insecurities for Weiss to see. 

“Yes Kitten?” Weiss teased back with a small smirk. 

“A- asshole.” Blake murmured huskily. 

“How’s it feel?” 

“Nice- but only as a once in a blue moon thing.” Blake stated firmly. 

“Of course. I would get sad and jealous if someone took my title.” Weiss agreed. 

“You… you can…” 

“You want me to take them off?” 

“Please… but… slow once they are down?” 

“Of course” Weiss nodded and began slipping the underwear off of Blake’s phenomenal ass for her. “Do- do you like penetration? Should I use a finger or two?” 

“Yes please.” 

“And, biting is off the table, but some suction?” 

“Please?” Blake weakly pleaded. 

“Happily.” Weiss nodded and patted the inside of Blake’s thighs, urging her to spread them just enough so she could help. 

“Oh! Y- yeah!” Blake spread her legs a little. 

“Thank you.” Weiss kissed slowly up Blake’s legs. Her long tongue darted out and licked up the little bit of Blake’s slick that had begun to run down her thigh. It tasted perfectly of Owner. It made sense, it was literally Owner’s essence, but that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. If Blake ever got more comfortable with all this, Weiss could see herself buried between Owner’s thighs for hours and hours at a time. Maybe she could find a new home there while Owner did some work at her desk. But only if Blake could grow more comfortable with it all. 

Her tongue rose, flicking along Blake’s folds and gently probing them. It tasted good, she wanted more… but she had to be slow with it all Blake deserved that much at least. For everything Blake had done for her, the kind Owner deserved a lot more. But Weiss would do what she could. 

Blake’s breaths began to hasten, to raise with the sensation of Weiss’s tongue probing and testing along her. Her hips fidgeted and Weiss tried to keep steady. It was slow, but the heiress timidly progressed, her tongue growing flat against Blake’s folds and lapping up and down as her mouth approached and began to wrap around Blake’s clit and hood. 

“I! That’s nice, I like my… my clit to be…” Blake’s voice shuttered and it was everything Weiss could have ever wished to hear. Eagerly, the heiress delved her tongue just a little deeper and latched her lips sloppily around the little nub and its protective hood. In a moment’s time, she found her tongue wrapping around the bundle of nerves and massaging it gently as she felt pleasure build in her. Her lips were sensitive. She could remember what Blake did to her and how good it felt, how it made her feel. Tension was already building between her thighs, but this was about Blake and Blake’s healing, not about Weiss and her arousal. She needed to focus on her lover and not herself. That was what was important… no matter how good it felt as she slurped at Blake’s arousal through swollen and sensitive lips. Brothers did that feel phenomenal. 

Blake’s hand shifted timidly from Weiss’s shoulder up to the back of her neck and then to her head. It was a gentle encouragement, but that was most certainly what it was. Andy doubts Weiss might have had were assuaged by the soft moans and whimpers that began to slip from Blake’s lips. 

“I! A- a little softer, but right there! Yes, right there, but soft… maybe just a touch slower, but it’s.” Blake rambled and Weiss followed every request to the exact letter. The heiress had always been one to painstakingly cross all her T’s and dot all her I’s, and this was most certainly not the time to let that slip in the slightest. Her tongue slowed and she lowered the strength of her suction along with its frequency. Hopefully that could help in avoiding any oversensitivity or overstimulation for the faunus certainly dealing with more than just whatever the tongue at her pussy and clit might deliver. 

Weiss moaned her approval as a half questionative grunt, the slightest check that she had adjusted appropriately and that Blake was doing well with all the changes she made. 

“Yes! Ohh… yes.” Blake affirmed sweetly and slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, to grind herself against Weiss nice and slow. There was serenity in Owner grinding against Weiss’s face. True serenity, but that was too easy to lose herself in and Weiss needed to stay focused, so instead, she pulled back ever so slightly, forced her head clear and continued dutifully with her task. 

Before long, Blake’s legs were beginning to tremble. She was growing weak in the knees? That was a good sign? It was going well for her? It was certainly going well for Weiss. The heiress thought she might have lingered on the edge of an orgasm for three minutes to just feel it slip away, but that was a more than fair sacrifice to make in order to help Blake out. To give her lover pleasure. To help something once pained begin to heal. 

“F- fuck… Weiss… that’s…” Blake fell back onto the bed, a whine of frustration slipping from both of them as they lamented the loss of contact. 

“Yoor alrigt?” Weiss slurred slightly, her lips so perfectly sensitive speaking too fast might lead to her losing control. 

“Yes. I am… I- would… would you mind moving onto the bed tho? I- you… you mentioned something really nice earlier.. And with that nice tongue of yours… it’s so much longer now and, I just… it could probably reach pretty far inside me and if I sat over your… and it might feel really nice, especially with your swollen lower lip to grind my… against.” Blake fumbled through explaining herself. 

“You are comfortable with something like that?” Weiss spoke with intent and a languid pace. 

“Yes, please.” Blake nodded. 

“That sounds very nice.” Weiss offered and worked her way to her feet just to plop back down onto the bed. “I- I’ve never done this before… do- do I put a pillow under my head, or?” 

“I haven't either! That! That’s why I want to try it!” Blake stammered with a brighter flush than Weiss had ever witnessed on her. “Uugh, maybe just like a small one? Just to help support your head? But not a big one? I- I don’t wanna like suffocate you.” 

“What a glorious way to go.” Weiss mused with a wide grin. 

“Hey! G- get your head out of the gutter!”

“Really? You want to sit on my face, but you want me to get my head out of the gutter? Sure.”  

“Fine then! We don’t have to!” Blake tried to pretend that she could just go without. 

“Come on love, please? Please?” Weiss extended a hand to hold Blake’s. 

“Well… fine then… if you want it that bad.” Blake and her burning red cheeks pretended it was for Weiss and not for her. 

“I do; I do want it that bad. I want it that bad because I love you so much.” Weiss crawled to Blake on the bed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

“I- I guess I want it too… I mean… you did get me all worked up after all.” Blake traced her nails over Weiss’s palm bashful. “So… would you please humor my gutter mind and let me…” She whimpered softly. 

“Happily.” Weiss cheered. 

“Thanks love.” 

“Now come on, show me the best way to die!” Weiss teased as she flopped back on the bed and pulled a small pillow under her head. 

“Yeah yeah.” Blake timidly moved so she was kneeling next to Weiss’s head. “I- thank you…” She offered shamefully and threw her leg over Weiss’s head. “Oh… and… is it ok if… if I end up… returning the favor after a while?” 

“I’d love that babe.” Weiss offered with a kiss onto Blake’s thigh. 

Blake’s voice made an anxious little sound, but she didn’t say anything else as she began to spread her thighs and lower her core onto Weiss’s lips. 

“You can go further love.” Weiss offered, her tongue darting out to meet Blake’s clit. 

“Ohh…” Blake moaned. 

“I- but- but I don’t want to…” Blake worried. 

“It’s fine, just keep going. I’ll put a hand on your thigh when you are good, and if I need air or I need you to move, I will take it off.” Weiss offered and demonstrated the concept quickly. 

“A- alright, but don’t hesitate to-” Blake yelped as Weiss pulled her down by the hips and quickly began to delve her tongue into Blake’s soaked entrance. 

Tasting Blake from the source was phenomenal, feeling her walls clamp down around the new modded tongue was far better than Weiss had expected, and better yet, Blake was quick to start grinding against her mouth. Fuck… being used for Blake’s pleasure was wonderful whether she was Blake or Owner. Weiss was just delighted to be of use and help the woman she loved feel good. Also the sheer idea of being nothing but a toy or a pet to be used for someone else’s pleasure had a delightful kinkyness to it for Weiss as well, though that was much less the focus for this moment. Much less… though not quite zero percent. 

Blake’s moans urged Weiss on and the heiress tested different ways to stroke her tongue inside Blake, different angles to attack, different ways to flex her muscle. The most dramatic reaction always came from pressing down on Blake’s g spot while she pressed her head up and allowed Blake to grind harder against her lower lip. Fuck it was phenomenal and the cries of pleasure Blake made only heightened every moment of it. Weiss moved her tongue faster and faster, matching the pace of Blake’s hips in how they proceed to speed up with each cycle. 

Weiss knew this was not about her, but her orgasm was fast approaching. There was nothing she could do to stop it- nothing without messing up the pace and potentially depriving Blake of the beautiful climax she sounded so close to, so Weiss simply steered into it, allowed the pleasure to take her as it clearly took Blake. By the time Weiss was screaming and shaking into Blake, her hands grabbing and clutching to Blake’s wonderfully thick thighs, Blake was crying out too. They came, screaming their delight out to no one but each other and the heavens. 

Blake collapsed forward, and Weiss pulled away just enough to take a breather. 

“Fuck, is that what you feel every time I-” Blake huffed, still reeling with pleasure as she began to pull down Weiss’s ruined skirt and panties. 

“It is often rather fantastic.” Weiss agreed. 

“I love you.” Blake purred and began to nuzzle into Weiss’s crotch. “I love you, but you are a fool if you think we are done already.” 

“Oh? I am?” Weiss questioned with a small and eager shimmy of her hips. 

“Of course Kitten. You were always a good little fool for me.” 

“You’re ready for more? For…” 

“I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much; just… no biting, ok?” 

“Ok love; ok Owner.” Weiss corrected and settled in more a more extreme night. 

End of Chapter 46

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Chapter 47

In the end, their night wasn’t actually all too extreme. Blake had another round in her, but after that, it was actually her who tapped out. She was fervent in offering to Weiss that they could still keep going, that just because she was at her limit for what she could handle downstairs for the night didn’t mean they had to be done completely. But, in honesty, Weiss didn’t need her lips or tongue getting any further out of hand from another series of orgasms, and honestly… she was still rather worried for Blake. The faunus showed a brave face for sure, but Weiss could tell her Owner hadn’t ever managed to get all too comfortable with things- even if she managed to enjoy. Plus, playing Kitten just wasn’t the same when she had to be worried for whether or not Blake would be ok. 

All the same, Weiss was just as happy to indulge in the comfort of cuddles. Blake made sure to get her some of the antidote to the growth dust before they fell asleep. It would have been bad if they woke to another endless fuck session and things got too far. Weiss was worried about Blake. She knew there was something still up, but they were both still a dash inebriated and exhausted from their date along with subsequent fuck session. For now, Weiss figured, cuddles and sleep would do. In the morning she could push and try to understand what was up with Blake, why she seemed so uncomfortable after she finally got off. 

Weiss woke first to a mild headache and second to the mortifying realization of all the things she had done in front of that poor waitress! Fuck! She nearly fellated a beer bottle there in front of everyone! It wasn’t in broad daylight, but this was Menagerie! Everyone had night vision! “Fuuck!” 

“Huh? Just remember what you did with that daiquiri?” Blake chuckled. She was idly playing some game on her scroll. Weiss could see it, but only because she’d managed to curl up and rest her head on Blake’s shoulder at some point in the night. 

“Oh god! The drink!” 

“Yeah, I think you got about as far with the drink as you did with me. Eating out is third base, right?” 

“Oh god… shut up!” Weiss groaned and hid her face into Blake’s neck. 

“Aww, poor Kitten.” Blake patted Weiss’s head gently. “Maybe I can get you some lollipops or something to help you focus on; might be easier than sucking on random things- though… it is very cute. I was dying through most of dinner, watching you was… there’s a reason I needed more than one round when we got home.” 

Weiss poked her head up. She wanted to ask a dozen different things, but there was one that demanded precedence. “How… how was last night? You…” 

“It was nice.” Blake answered a little distant. 

“You seemed a little…” 

“Sorry, it was the first time I… well, the first time I have done that in… a decade or something.” Blake reeled a little. 

Weiss’s stomach turned a little when she thought off how little consent must have been a part of whatever happened so long ago; especially considering how young Blake had been. “Are you ok though?” 

“Me? Oh, yeah, I… I don’t really… don’t really get to… to doing the personal time thing all that often… so, getting some release… it was nice.” Blake staggered along, seeming to either be making up her answer on the fly or actively working through it. 

“Blake?” 

“Yes Kitten?” Blake tensed under Weiss’s head. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

“I’m honestly still kind of working through it.” Blake admitted. “Do you think you would be ok with waiting a little before we talk about it? I just… want to know before I get to talking about it with anyone else.” 

“That’s perfectly fine sweetie. But maybe… no more eating you out till you are feeling a little better. Ok?” 

“What about… the other thing? With the other hardware?” 

“Do you think it would hurt?” 

“I think it could help some actually.” Blake answered. 

“You sure?” 

“Then maybe I should add some more cock into my diet?” 

“Brothers… that sounds quite nice.” Blake reeled. 

“Hope you’re ok.” Weiss worried a little more openly. 

“I- I will be; I am, I just…” Blake trailed off, rather obviously not much ready to talk anymore about it. 

“Ok love.” Weiss snuggled into Blake. 

“What about you? How are you Kitten? Do you like your newest development?” Blake turned over on the bed to see Weiss’s beautiful lips. She again cupped Weiss’s cheek and pressed her thumb to the Kitten’s lower lip. 

Weiss almost immediately began to fidget and her lips parted slightly to greet the digit. 

“You look a little red Kitten? You aren’t getting a cold are you?” 

“Owner.” Weiss whimpered. 

“Does it feel good?” 

“Too good.” 

“Does Kitten need another good cum?” 

Weiss whined. 

“Or would you rather another fun change?” 

Weiss’s throat seemed to shrink and seal. Her lips and mouth, though wonderful, were quite a dramatic change. Anyone who saw her would know- well, maybe not know, but certainly stare and think about all the obscene things she might do with her perfect pillowy lips. Brothers… the things they might see if she failed to brake her oral fixation- if she actually wanted to break it. The idea of getting people all flustered with her slutty orally fixated tendencies… though scandalous, it was also mind shatteringly hot. What more could Blake want to do to her? What could it be? Was there a possibility that it could ever be as hot as everything else? That it could be something new and equally sultry? Weiss needed to know. The question alone had her mind running and reeling with all the possibilities. She just needed to know what else Owner might want to do with her; what more Owner might want to corrupt her with. “M- more?” Weiss whimpered, her body already reacting to the idea alone. “You- you want… to- do more? Wha- what do you want…” Weiss bit her lip and moaned. Fuck… she’d have to grow more mindful of that habit before she ended up cumming from it by accident one day. 

“Well, you are quickly exhausting my ideas…” Blake sighed playfully. “But… if you were ever really bad, I had one idea for something to theoretically make you so desperate you’d never be able to disobey again.”

Weiss’s breaths hastened and she couldn’t help as she took to Blake’s thumb and began sucking onto it. A hand slipped down to between her legs and fuck the idea was just too good… being so broken and desperate for Blake that she couldn’t even manage to fight anymore? She… fuck, she wanted it. 

“Aww, poor thing, can’t even hold back from touching? That’s it, touch all you want, feel good my love.” 

“C- cum… wanna.” 

“Of course you do my sweet Kitten, and go ahead, let yourself cum. I wanna watch my poor girl melt for me.” Blake kissed Weiss’s forehead and began to gently trace her fingers over Weiss’s breasts. 

“M- more.” Weiss pleaded onto the finger as it pressed further into her mouth. She fucked herself with her fingers. 

“You like having your wonderful breasts played with Kitten?” Blake teased. 

“Y- yes~!” Weiss screamed as Blake pulled on her piercing. 

“That’s it, I bet you’d just love if I played with them some more, if I put my mouth to them and sucked on your beautiful puffy nipples. 

“P- p- please! Owner! Please!” 

“Do they ache for my touch?” 

“Yes!” Weiss cried out, fingers pinching on her clit harshly, climax painfully close. 

“Not yet; not really. Just imagine if you needed me to relieve the pressure, to ease the pain.” Blake lowered her lips to Weiss’s nipple just to circle her tongue around it. “Imagine if this was all I needed to do to get a nice refreshing drink in the morning.” Blake postulated and sucked hard on the nipple, pushing Weiss over and tumbling into a beautiful climax. 

The Kitten screamed her pleasure onto Blake’s thumb and buried her fingers as deep in herself as they could go. Her walls clamped down on the fingers greedily trying to coax release from them even though it would never work. But her pussy would never be able to tell the difference, it just wanted to be filled, to have Owner’s cum fill her, to be bred and grow round with little kittens for Owner. Her greedy cunt didn’t know any better, it just wanted more; to be stuffed full to the brim with cum, kittens, and cock. 

It wasn’t until after the climax had ebbed and her body went limp, her release dripping down over the back of her thigh that Weiss finally processed what Blake had said. Drink? But what about her breasts could- “L- lactate?” She mumbled with all the urgency a mumble could convey. 

“I wouldn’t mind some cream to brighten my mornings.” Blake kissed and sucked gently at Weiss’s nipple and swapped to the other to do the same. 

Weiss groaned, the sensation too pleasurable. “You- want me to lactate?” She managed to blurt out in something less slurred. 

“I certainly wouldn’t mind it. But that’s not much the point anymore. You are my girlfriend, not just my Kitten, my captive, and certainly not my slave.” Blake offered up. 

“I- I- I…” Weiss hesitated. It sounded nice… it sounded hot. Her nipples were already so hypersensitive after everything Blake had done to her. It might be phenomenal to have her breasts sucked on regularly. But… to be… to have her body changed like that… 

“You don’t have to love.” Blake pulled her head back up and caressed Weiss’s cheek. “In fact, I don’t want to do it unless you want.” 

“You really don’t make anything easier by being so sweet.” Weiss sighed. 

“Do- do you not like your lips?” Blake hesitated and looked down, over Weiss and herself. “Do you not like… any of the things… the things I-” She worried. 

Weiss smiled softly and pressed herself into Blake so she could cuddle her. “No, there’s nothing I don’t like. I- if you could do… could do anything for my poor back now that you made my tits so much bigger, I wouldn’t complain. But, needing… well, bras period, and better back support in general aside, yes. I do like the things you’ve done to me… even the things I don’t like… I… I like how I don’t like them.” Weiss’s voice petered out slightly sheepish. “Even when I hate them; when I feel like I’ve been turned into some bimbo or craven slut, it still leaves me drenched; drenched and praying you might be kind enough to play with and mod me some more.” Weiss admitted. 

Blake relaxed into Weiss and went to speak, but Weiss wasn’t completely finished. 

“I love it, and I wouldn’t mind if it were a bit more of a two way street.” 

Blake laughed. “You want to mod me back?” 

Weiss pulled back to reveal her mischievous expression. “Maybe… maybe just a little. I wouldn’t mind my girlfriend always having a fat knotted cock, one I could always suck on to soothe my fixations. Maybe someone else should have a tongue like mine? I might not even mind an Owner who goes into ruts sometimes; an Owner who couldn’t care less for her Kitten other than that I’m a warm fuckable, fertile hole.” 

Blake nodded noncommittal, but hugged Weiss back. “We can talk about it as time goes on.” 

“Ok.” Weiss settled for the frail maybe. 

“But, if you wanted to try… this is probably the easiest to do and reverse.” 

“You really want your cream, huh?” 

Blake made a small hesitating noise. “I want your cream Kitten.” 

Weiss shuttered and whimpered. It might be heavenly to feel Blake drinking from her, turning her into a personal drink fountain. 

“Maybe not.” Blake shrugged. “We can just do a nice quiet day in, fool around some more, I don’t know, anything really. If you want to do another date at a nicer place? Something a little more your speed? Sadly, no beer bottles or daiquiri glasses you can fellate or perform cunnilingus on. But, it might be more like home?” 

“Fuck Atlass. This is home.” Weiss disagreed and buried herself into Blake. 

“Well then, welcome home Kitten.” 

End of Chapter 47

Author's note: Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 48

Weiss stared down the glass of milk Blake presented her with her eggs and bacon like it was trying to taunt her. Could a glass of milk taunt someone? It certainly felt like it could? 

"You alright Kitten?" 

"Hmm?" 

"You're a little slow to get to your meal sweetie." 

"Oh- I- yeah!" Weiss rushed to have a bite of egg and a strip of bacon. It was all salty and only left her throat drier; turning her attention back to the glass of milk and how it stared her down. Being as it had no eyes, it seemed to inevitably win in their staring contest no matter how many times the Kitten tried to rematch it. 

"Kitten?" 

"You know! I'm the sub; the Kitten here. Shouldn't you be giving your Kitten cream, and not the other way around?" 

"You know, most cats are actually lactose intolerant-"

"I! You know what I mean!" 

Blake nodded but seemed to give nothing away. 

"Still! Why not you?" Weiss pouted. 

Blake huffed. "No thanks! My boobs are big enough already; I'd sooner lop them off than make them any bigger." She looked down over her chest with a slightly displeased look but quickly went back to rather jovially consuming her breakfast. "Plus, I already told you, I don't even want you to do it if you don't want." 

"I! But! It's!"

"It's what Kitten?" 

"It's hot! Alright! It's a hot idea!" 

"I didn't bring it up cause I thought it'd turn you off; that's for sure." 

 Blake shrugged. 

Weiss slumped in her seat, still trying to figure out whether or not she wanted the bliss of becoming even further corrupted; another mod. The heaven she was already sure being milked by Owner would be. 

“I love you perfectly as you are Kitten.” Blake offered and took Weiss’s hand. “There’s nothing more you need do for me, not even everything with Jacques-” 

“No. I need to keep doing that.” 

“Weiss, no, I don’t need you to do anything more for me to continue to love you, I-” 

“No, I need to keep doing it for me.” Weiss answered resolute.

“Baby.” 

“Let’s do it! Jacques and… and everyone would be mortified if they see it in another video.” Weiss looked down and away. “We need to do another one of those soon by the way.” 

“We have time Kitten.” 

“I want to start working on a script after… after we are done…” Weiss flushed. 

“After I’ve finished filling you up with milk and drained you of your sexy cream?” Blake perked, all too eager to tease Weiss and get her overly flustered. 

Weiss averted her eyes. “Yes… that…” She bit her lip again and regretted it horribly for how it only left her all the more desperate. 

“Hey, Weiss, I was just teasing. We don’t have to. We can just work on the video if it makes you feel better? I think they’re showing a movie this afternoon in town? It’s… not a new movie or anything because the island is a bit slow to get them now that international comms are… shoddy, but, it can still be a nice date? Something good to just get your mind off everything else? They even have nice seats where you can pull up the arm rest and cuddle!” 

Weiss waivered. That actually sounded… it sounded so delightful. She’d… well, she’d never really been able to just go on a date, and never like that- at least, never with someone she actually liked. Being out as a lesbian would have… well, Weiss was reasonably sure her father would have her killed for it, but even if he hadn’t, the idea of coming out and facing so many eyes… it often felt mortifying. Though, she’d done plenty of mortifying things since she arrived in Menagerie. Being able to just go on a date, like a normal person? With the girl she liked? Loved even… Could Weiss actually indulge in something so perfect? Something so human? 

“Seats that let us cuddle?” 

Blake nodded. “They’re extra comfy too.” 

“After we come back and work on the script?” 

“If you want Kitten?” 

Weiss’s eyes dodged around shameful. “How… how long does it take for you to… do make me… do that thing?” 

“To make you body begin to lactate?” Blake patiently followed up. 

“Ye- yeah.” Weiss’s head fell a little. 

“Mhmm… it’s really just another dust pill? Testing showed… thirty minutes for things to start, but then there’s the matter of how long it takes you to fill up? And that is partially up to you, partially up to how much you take. One pill should have you going for a couple days, and have you aching for relief from the pressure within… I don’t know an hour? Maybe two? The more you take, the longer it will last and the faster you’ll fill up. If you take enough, it somewhat becomes self sustaining, and the only way to stop is to no longer be milked and deal with the building pressure.” 

“Maybe… maybe give me one when we get back from the movie? We can cuddle and work on the script till I can’t handle it anymore?” 

“That sounds nice, but only if you actually want to?” 

“I want to.” Weiss decided and finally took to her glass of milk, downing it in a single chug. 

Without really talking about it, both Blake and Weiss decided to dress up for their date. It would only be a couple hours out, but they wanted to make a day of it. Weiss was shocked to see that somehow, one of her dresses had gotten shuffled in with the nice pillows and sheets Blake stole from her apartment when they left Atlas. It… somehow looked better on her it had years ago when she’d gotten it. Somehow? She knew exactly how. She actually filled the dress out now! The bit that once approached her neck with a floof now served to draw the eye to a respectful amount of cleavage. Ok, maybe not respectful, but an amount Weiss was ok with, and an amount that seemed to draw Blake’s eye perfectly. Plus, now the dress actually showed off her ass how she always wished it would. Though… she had to keep her tail in close and wrapped around her waist or her leg to keep it that way. 

When she was finished doing her hair- something that was still notably harder with her new ears, Weiss spotted that Blake hadn’t chosen a dress or skirt. “A suit?” 

“Eh, it felt more me today.” Blake pulled at where it sat a little tight on her chest.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “How many times have you actually worn that?” 

“I- I don’t really get to dress up much. Mostly just my combat outfit and casual clothes around the house.” 

Weiss sighed. “I can tell.” She stepped in close and pulled at the suit’s jacket and then the shirt underneath. It took a bit of shuffling and fixing, but after a moment, she had it setting right on Blake. Funny, she thought Blake was a little more well endowed than that? Not a matter though, Blake still looked stunning in her suit. 

“Oh dang… that looks… a lot better.” Blake looked over herself delighted. 

“Nice!” Weiss cheered. “I’m going to do some makeup. I wanna look extra pretty for Owner; specially considering how sexy you are in that suit.” Weiss turned and shook her ass at Blake a little. 

“Mhmm, maybe a little foundation, but… I’m much more interested in…” Blake grabbed Weiss by her hips, holding her firm as she pressed herself against the Kitten. “How phenomenal you already look.” She growled low and into Weiss’s ear as she began to slowly grind against her. 

“F- fuck… Blake.” Weiss naturally pressed back and did her best to find just the right angle to feel~ “Mhmm Owner feels good.” 

“That’s a good girl.” Blake praised and pressed her thigh up against Weiss’s crotch. “Love you sweetie.” Blake mused and slapped Weiss firmly on the ass before letting her go. 

“D- damn… babe, what got into you?” Weiss bashfully pushed back the hairs that had run astray in the small show. 

“Feeling a little better, plus, just excited to go out and see you in such a pretty outfit.” She shrugged before taking Weiss’s hand accompanying her to the bathroom. 

“I’m glad you are feeling better love.” Weiss rested her head on Blake’s shoulder for just a moment before getting back to work. 

After an amount of time Blake respected, but made rather clear that she thought it was over kill for just an afternoon movie date, Weiss finished her makeup, looking somehow more stunning. Blake only really spent a couple moments with some foundation and concealer to cover a pimple or two by her temple and nose, but aside from that, she was rather bare for added accouterments for her outfits. Weiss thought she looked fantastic even before, but Blake seemed to be wearing her skin with more and more confidence, and that was truly panty dropping. 

Once ready, they walked arm in arm across the island to the theater. Only making a small detour to grab Weiss a couple pairs of shoes for the remainder of her stay on the island- however long that may end up being. She wore the heels she chose out for the rest of the date, but they got her some sandals and sneakers too. Weiss didn’t expect the latter to get much or any use, but Blake insisted she have at least one thing with real arch support. 

A fluke of luck, the theater had a couple showings for the day, and one of them was even some sappy romance flick. The two split a drink and popcorn, found their seats, and had far too much fun with the dumb outdated trivia questions that preceded the film. Blake teased amidst the opening credits that “We should only had to pay for the one seat.” 

“Oh? Huh? Why’s that?” Weiss questioned. 

“Cause,” Blake picked Weiss up just to sit her down on her lap. “We’re only gonna use the second one for your legs.” 

“Dork.” Weiss chastised but smiled and leaned into Blake, curling into her wonderful lover.

“Yeah, yeah.” Blake chuffed. “I don’t see you complaining about your seat tho.” 

“Shut up and hold me.” 

“That, I will happily do any day.” 

The film, to Weiss’s shock was actually queer. She’d not spotted the name of the film as they headed in, Blake had only told her it was a romance. The two leads were beautiful, though Weiss still felt overwhelmed by the sheer fact that she could go to a lesbian movie with her girlfriend to notice much. A classic meet the family stick with the twist of one of them still being in the closet. The family reminded Weiss almost painfully of her own. Blake was there though, and Weiss found enough solace in her that she could get through the movie’s rougher edges. She remembered the closest thing she ever had to a girlfriend before citing a similar situation to that of the movie as a reason why they could not be together. It… brought back more buried emotions than Weiss wanted to admit. 

The film continued to feel almost too real till the very end when the closeted woman’s mother somehow convinced the father to accept their daughter. If anything, that broke all her suspension of disbelief. Though, it broke her too. She cried into Blake, silently wishing her family could have come together in the end like that. But, no, that type of happy ending just wasn’t for her. Blake held her, caressed her cheek and assured her that everything would be alright. It didn’t break through the first time Blake said it, nor the second, or even the third, but eventually, Weiss actually began to believe the blasphemous words being whispered into her ear. She couldn’t believe it, but she did. They lingered in the theater even after the lights came back on, even after the usher began to clean the theater from the mess the total of ten other attendants left. They ignored as he passed in front and behind them. All that mattered was Weiss and helping her through. 

With mascara ruined, Weiss emerged from the theater on Blake’s arm, just gently holding to her, keeping Blake close as she stood on her own strength. Blake was patient when she stumbled, helped the heiress back to her feet, and stayed by her when she didn’t. They arrived back home in time, but they didn’t proceed with everything they promised to before heading out. Instead, Blake slowly cleaned the smeared make up from Weiss’s face and held her on the couch till they grew hungry and desired a pizza to be delivered. It wasn’t a day for either of them to be busied with cooking. It was a day for cuddles and cuddles alone. So, that’s what they gifted to each other. It wasn’t much, but for the both of them, on that night, it was enough. 

End of Chapter 48

Author’s note: If you crave to know what the film I had in mind was, I was imagining Happiest Season. I tried to make it as vague as possible, but it is a very vague description of the film. 

Author's note #2 : Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 49

The two spent the whole of their evening and the morning cuddled in bed. Duty did call eventually however. When it did, all Weiss had to say was “Script.” and Blake seemed to get the idea. Owner made breakfast and readied a laptop for the two of them to work at. She even pulled up an itemized list of props they could use for Weiss to look over. It was quite the set up Weiss exited her morning shower to see. 

“Hey Kitten! Yogurt, cereal, or eggs and bacon?” 

“Eggs and a glass of milk? If you have any toast, that’d be really nice?” 

“Done, and done.” Blake traded off her extra slice of toast for Weiss’s bacon on the plates she’d already prepared and passed it off. 

“I love you.” Weiss offered and piled eggs onto her toast to casually munch on as she looked over what Blake had prepared for her. “You have a number of ideas planned out?” 

“I wrote a couple things after your last performance. It was… inspiring.” 

“Pushing till it breaks?” Weiss looked over the ideal title.

“You don’t need to take one of my ideas, you can write one of your own if you want?” 

“I might, but it is better if we have a base idea from you. It’d be… potentially catastrophic for me if Jacques found out I was intentionally helping you of my own free will.” 

“I guess it could throw a wrench into some things?” 

“Something like that.” Weiss nodded. 

“And you wanted a glass of milk?” Blake pumped her eyebrows as she poured the glass. 

“Yeah, I figure it would be for the best; make sure I don’t end up lacking any nutrients after you start sucking me dry.” Weiss answered with rosy cheeks all without daring to look up from the monitor. 

Blake choaked on her drink as she passed Weiss’s over to her. “You- you wanted  to- to…” 

“Well, we were supposed to do it yesterday, but... yeah. Thank you by the way. The movie was great, even if I did end up…” 

“It’s alright love. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would go in that direction.” 

“Still, thank you.” Weiss settled. “And, like I said, it was supposed to be yesterday, so… I don’t know, just go ahead and slip one of the pills in the milk or something?” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, why not.” Weiss shrugged. “It sounds fun, plus it’s not permanent. Worst case scenario, I get a little more loving and you playing with my chest.” 

“It does sound nice.” 

“Yeah, so-” 

“Here you go Kitten.” Blake produced the dust pill from what seemed to be nowhere.

“And you acted all surprised.” Weiss leveled a glare at Blake.

“Yeah, well, I know my Kitten. Is that such a crime?” 

“Nope, it’s actually pretty cute.” Weiss smiled and popped the pill before downing the majority of the glass to wash it away. 

Forming a script took some finagling, and Blake suggested an idea Weiss was equally excited and worried about. She might have protested it more or tried to think up an alternative, but before she could, pain began to spike in her chest. It had been visibly swelling against her comfy tank since a matter of minutes after she’d popped the pill. When it began, all it felt like was a light warmth in her chest, actually rather pleasant. More than once she caught herself with a hand or two drifted up from the keyboard to lay on her breasts. Brothers, having the pressure of a palm pressing back on them felt perfect as they began to change. At first, the simple press of a palm against her manifesting mammaries was enough. It was just a pleasant sensation and Weiss could rather easily pull her hands back and return to her work on the script. That became less and less true as things progressed however. Eventually, Weiss needed to give them a slight squeeze, then a true grope, and then no matter what she did, it just wasn’t enough. The heat just built and built in her chest. It built till her skin felt almost like it was burning; being pulled apart; in a way, it was. They were growing larger and larger- ok, maybe the only actually grew a half a cup, an extra cup at most, but it felt like they were growing notably larger. It felt that way because of how they tightened and firmed, feeling almost painful; like she couldn’t handle anymore without having it relieved. That was when the ache truly began. The heat- it didn’t subside, but Weiss grew accustomed to it. She grew accustomed to the warmth, but the pressure and the ache that accompanied, she could never grow accustomed to. She whined and pressed them together, a pained pout on her lips as she turned to Blake. 

“Hey there Kitten, how are you holding up?” 

Weiss shook her head and pressed her breasts together harder. 

“What’s wrong sweetie, you look like you’re in a little pain there. 

Weiss whimpered softly and began to scratch at her chest through her shirt. 

“Shh, shh, no scratching, that will only hurt Kitten.” Blake pulled Weiss’s hands down to a murderous glare. “Hey, it looks like we are… well, we’re not done with the script, but we aren’t going to get any more work done with you like this. How about we head back to bed, I’ll help you out there?” 

Weiss nodded and whined low and needily. 

“Come along now Kitten, come along.” Blake lead the way and Weiss clung to her as she went. The whole way, Weiss followed close and tried to press her chest against Blake’s back, little whimpers and cries slipping from her lips the whole way. 

“You ok Kitten? It’s not often you go nonverbal like this.” Blake worried a little openly as she turned back to Weiss and ushered her to the bed. 

“I- I-... hurt…” Weiss struggled to put words together. 

“Ok Kitten. We’ll make it better here in a minute.” 

Weiss pouted and began playing with her chest again. At least this time, she succeeded in finding and pinching her nipples. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she finally felt the slightest hint of relief. It wasn’t really anything, but even the smallest dribble felt perfect. A tiny little stain began to grow on her shirt over either nipple, just a drop or two, but it was blatant evidence of how her body was progressing. 

Unintelligible groans and gurgles slipped out of Weiss’s lips full of frustration as she tried to vent the pressure that refused to ebb. She- she vaguely knew what attempts she made to speak were failing, but that didn’t seem to solve the issue. “Mhmm. Bake~” She mumbled and pinched her nipples again but to no relief. She cried out louder, furious at her body for being so obstinate about relieving the pressure. 

“Breathe, breathe love.” Blake instructed and caressed Weiss’ cheek. The touch was everything. A calm little oasis away from the pressure that just wouldn’t stop. 

“P- pressure… M- mmm- milk~” Weiss managed to find some words with Blake’s palm against her cheek. 

“I told you love, if you ever tried do be disobedient again, this would break you.” Blake mercilessly whispered into Weiss’s ear, leaving her full of terror for just a moment or two. Had she done something wrong? Was there a punishment yet to come? Did Blake want to- “But, that's not something to worry about now. You’ve been so good, and even if you hadn’t…” Blake trailed off and her hand trailed down to cup Weiss’s breast. 

The Kitten just grew louder, the taunt of a hand touching her but not actively relieving her. She fought, fidgeted, and kicked as Blake palmed lifelessly at her breasts. “Haaah! Mi- mii- mo-” 

“Good kitten.” Blake praised and pressed kisses all the way down Weiss’s shirt to the left stain. Evil as always, she pressed her tongue to the wet spot and gave the slightest suction. 

Weiss screamed at the sensation. Her rough shirt against swelling puffy nipples. It was so close to what she needed, but there was something painfully wrong about it. 

“Shh Kitten. It will be alright. You’ll be fine.” Blake teased her teeth on the nipple tauntingly. Again, Weiss screamed, but Blake’s evil abated with that and the softening Owner pulled Weiss’s top off for her. Heaven descended down on Weiss’s nipple in the form of Blake’s warm wet mouth. She’d felt it before, of course, but it had never been so needed; so soothing. Biting her lip, Weiss reeled and tried to breathe through it all like Owner had instructed. Though, that seemed like a fool’s errand as soon as Blake took to succling softly on her breast. Weiss choaked on air, mind twisting in on itself as Blake purred into her nipple. “Hhack~” Weiss murmured out, her tongue falling limply from her mouth. 

“You taste so sweet Kitten.” Blake praised and nuzzled into Weiss’s chest. She moved her lips to Weiss’s other nipple, and immediately, Weiss panicked. Did Blake think just a few drops would be enough? What? No! Blake had to keep gooo~

“Haaa!” All worries slipped from Weiss’s mind at the feeling of Blake sucking harder at the other nipple. To her immense relief, that was not all Blake did. The wonderful benevolent goddess that was her Owner began pinching at her nipple just so, and… and… and… Weiss’s mind softened quickly. Everything was warm and hazy, just soft and quiet. Passively, some portion of her was aware of the mess being made by her milk spraying from her nipple and rolling back down her breast. She was on some level aware, but it didn’t worry her like the mess normally would. All she cared about was laying back and being used for Owner who seemed to be avidly enjoying her breasts and the milk they readily released. 

Blake’s mouth making the most tender of suction around her nipple coaxed the pressure out with ease, filling Owner’s mouth just for her to drink it down. Blake moaned onto her breast and each little sound of Owner’s enjoyment, Weiss felt comfort blanket gently over her mind. At some point, a hand went to massage at the back of Blake’s head where her hairline ended. With the gentlest tenderness, she urged Blake to drink till she was full. 

No part of Weiss could ever have anticipated how it would actually feel. Maybe, just maybe she could have managed to conjure up an ideation somewhere close to the sheer physical sensation. But the combined comfort of Blake layed on top of her and nursing lightly from her sensitive breasts? There weren’t even any words. What there was; a connection. 

“I love you Kitten.” Blake whispered weakly and licked Weiss’s right nipple clean. It beaded a drop of milk, but Weiss had a while since approached empty. 

“Love… two.” Weiss answered back. She was tired, things drained her more than she’d anticipated, her body was working overtime to undergo the transformation and it’d exhausted her. 

“How is this one love?” Blake turned to the other breast and gave a testing suck at the nipple. 

Weiss arched slightly on the bed and whined. “M- mo- moo- mor…” She pleaded with the sudden realization of what slipped out.

Blake giggled. “Maybe I should have made you a good cow instead of my Kitten?” She teased , but Weiss didn’t for a moment believe Blake meant it. Blake loved her as a good Kitten, and Weiss loved being that Kitten for her more than anything. 

Weiss bit her lip and refused to let that sound slip from her lips ever again- she would last roughly another three minutes. 

“Mo- moo- more it is.” Blake teased goodheartedly and kissed around Weiss’s nipple till she found the peak once more. 

Weiss fidgeted about as much as she could manage in her state of exhaustion and with Blake on top of her. She was wet, and not just from the spilled milk. Having her breasts sucked on like that was arousing as ever- no, notably more so with how the added pressure left her over sensitive and the relief just heightened it further. At some point, she had endured too much and couldn’t help but allow a hand to slip down and begin soothing at her folds. She came with a small symphony of moos and unintelligible whimpers on her lips. 

When it was all over, Blake rested on top of her, belly full with all of what had been drained from Weiss. They cuddled together, both exhausted and happy. They continued that way for the rest of the day, milk, nap, milk nap. Weiss fully understood what Blake had meant earlier. If this had been done to her when she was anything less than on perfect terms with Blake and always able to request a new milking, she would have quickly gone mad from both lust and pain. She would have broken for Blake all over again. But, why would she ever need to be broken when she’d long since fallen for her.

End of Chapter 49

Author's note: Blue check hell means I'm not going to be on twitter anymore. Guess updates go on Tumblr and the Discord exclusively for now. As normal, folks willing to poke around some can find the next chapter free elsewhere online. 

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Chapter 50

Weiss pushed at either breast in arrhythmic intervals, sitting topless on her old bed. “Are- are you ready.” She complained. 

“Sorry, the camera is giving me some trouble.” Blake groaned over it as she tried to make sure it was recording sound properly. “We have another couple days? If you want, I can just milk you now and we can do this later; hell, you know we don’t actually need to have you near dripping for this video, right?” 

“Oh, shut up… you just like milking me.” 

“What! No!” Blake’s cheeks turned a little rosy. 

“You asked me to help you with your cereal this morning.”

“Hey, I didn’t feel like cooking, and you drank all the real milk.” Blake countered. 

“I! I! I was hungry… and thirsty… and it just looked good, and…” 

“Well, you needed it, that dust does a lot to your body and it’s a nutrient dense food to help you keep up. But, I just wanted my bowl of cereal in the morning, and my girlfriend said no!” 

“I didn’t say no! I said you could go to the store for your cereal’s milk if you needed it that bad!” 

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t let me go cause you wanted this done before you like… burst or something.” Blake pouted. “I’m still hungry. That’s probably why I’m having so much trouble with the camera. I’m too drained to figure out how to get it to work.” 

“Have it with water then.” 

“Yuck! Cereal with water.” Balke stuck out her tongue. 

“You know, most people would have that reaction to the idea of using their girlfriend’s breast milk.” 

“Yeah, well, most people don’t have a perfect cow Kitten girlfriend like me.” 

“Hey, you want your milk so damn bad, pop one of those pills yourself. I wouldn’t mind getting to suck on some titties for the day.” 

Blake laughed with less empathy than Weiss expected. “Yeah, nope.” 

“Nope what?” 

“Not going to happen.” 

“Maybe you should pop one of those cock pills then? I wouldn’t mind having anything to suck on really…” 

“Not today Kitten.” Blake rebuffed a little quickly. 

“I-” Weiss felt her frustration catch in her throat. “I thought you liked it; didn’t imagine you were all too upset with me sucking on your cock for the rest of the day.” 

“I do, and I did. It’s quite the phenomenal sensation.” 

“Then why not?” Weiss pouted, a little more upset than she was really ready to admit. 

“Mhmm, not feeling it today.” 

“I!” Weiss huffed. “You seem really liberal with the mods to me; but rather stringent on even the one day ones for yourself.” 

Blake dropped her hands and nearly allowed the camera to fall to the ground as well. Her jaw dropped similarly as she turned to Weiss. "You've not seemed to be unhappy with your changes as of late; is there something I've been missing?" 

"No." Weiss answered snootily. "It seems I've been missing something though." Maybe it was just the aching in her chest. That would make sense. It would explain why Weiss was being so harsh. Though… it really didn't feel great that Blake was more than eager to modify her, but not when it came to herself. She knew it was different, that she'd been asking- at least as of late… but… but it still felt less than fair, less than even… almost Schnee in nature. That idea turned Weiss's stomach and she quickly suppressed it. "Whatever… let's just get on with everything. I want this done with." She half snarled. 

"I- fine then."  Blake rolled her eyes. “I think I just got the camera working anyways. So… yeah, go ahead, when you’re ready I guess.” Blake sighed. 

“Ok, count me down.” Weiss looked around herself and began to prepare. 

“I- I already hit record.” 

“Huh, what?” 

“Oh my god, just start, I can edit out the first five seconds or whatever.” Blake snapped back. 

“Fine! I!” Weiss shook her head and tried to center herself. Her frustrations could be addressed later, but for now, she needed to focus. 

“Good morning! I am Weiss Schnee, and I am here for a fun little lesson. Are you ready Atlas?” The heiress gave her swollen firm chest a little shake and pressed her breasts together about as innocently as a topless woman could. They beaded with milk and the sensation had Weiss about to lose track of where she was in the script, but then she remembered she’d only managed to finish the first line. It was going to be a challenge, doing this while she was all pent up- both milk and sex wise, she’d not had sex all morning, quite unusual for her and Blake as of late. 

“Are you ready for another history lesson?” She continued. “Again, I’ll be playing the part of a faunus- oop… guess I’m not just playing anymore!” She winked at the camera. “I wonder what Daddy Schnee would do to me now? Would he send his own daughter into the mines? Or let his employees use me for ‘company morale’?” She knew it was a thing that the SDC actually allowed. Blake hadn’t been the first faunus sex slave, she certainly wasn’t the last. But the reality was sickening. “Anywhore; me, but,” Weiss giggled. “Where did we leave off last week?” She gave a preformative pause. “Oh, that’s right, we went over the history of the SDC’s abuse of power and how they utilized the Atlesian military and government to systematically suppress and functionally, then literally enslave the faunus people!” She lit up. 

“This week! I think we should go into more detail, the history of the faunus, not just the SDC.” She turned to grab something. “Again, this week, we have another prop. She’s similar, but a little different.” Weiss pulled a large fake cock into frame. It was one of the ones the SDC had made as a taunt to the faunus people years ago; from when they most recently renewed the propaganda push that the faunus were all morally degraded fuck crazy beasts who would run wild in the streets with their heats and ruts if not subjugated. Weiss always knew the irony of it all was that the toys became… collector’s items of a sort. Particularly around some kinky human circles- though, never favored by faunus. Some humans loved the animalistic and knotted nature of the piece. If Weiss were honest, she’d seen them once or twice when on a one night stand. They’d always seemed rather nice, even before everything had been done to her, she found it quite alluring, albeit intimidating. The only reason she’d never really considered looking into them more was, well, the size of course, but also the weighted history of the toy itself… what it had meant. There was certainly something poetic to having a modded Schnee fuck herself on camera with one. She didn’t say a word about the toy, simply left it in plain view of the camera for a good minute. Everyone back on Atlas would know, they would understand its meaning, the significance, the irony. 

“So, for millennia, the faunus have been discriminated against to some extent. Not always as bad as it has grown now, but even our oldest records show faunus racism.” Weiss introduced and placed the toy down in front of her. That was Blake’s cue to back up and change the depth of the camera to include more than just Weiss’s face and chest. The only thing Weiss wore was a black thong and her white paw thigh high socks. “This, now this was bad enough, but of course, this made finding jobs harder, securing safe housing, good schools, everything. It was like… well, it was like being left out in the cold, all lonesome… and horny… and no one to fuck your needy holes.” Weiss pouted. 

“When the Schnee opened their mines, and the faunus were actually better capable to work in them for their eyesight, they were delighted to have reasonably paying jobs. It was good, both the Schnee and the faunus were able to profit, to grow.” Weiss moved to position herself over the toy. “It… it was like the two had consensually agreed to have some nice sex. The faunus had been starved for it, and the Schnee, they had more than enough work to give.” She pulled her thong to one side, parted her lower lips, and slowly descended on the cock. With a preformative moan, she threw her head back and delighted in the sensation. 

“It was… it was actually good for a time! They could both work together and get something done together. The tragic reality was that, as is always the case, the wealthy got greedy. They pushed hours further and further, fired any faunus working under them if they refused to push themselves till they broke. Those who left? Couldn’t afford their houses anymore; in the hard times, many of them died for lack of any other jobs willing to take them. Those who stayed? Conditions in the mines only got worse. Faunus don’t get healthcare, not even today. What do you think happened to a faunus with a broken or shattered arm? Fired for not being able to work if they were lucky. Left to die of sepsis if they weren’t.” Weiss winced. The talk of death and sepsis was not a turn on. Even with her sluttified body, there was nothing that would have made this enjoyable- though, that was the point, all part of the plan. “It… it was like being pushed, pushed further and further. What was once consensual and pleasing for both, was now just one party being… well being rammed and stuffed with all the consequences of the other.” She forced herself down on the cock painfully. 

“One might have hoped that would be all? That things could stop there? But no. It only progressively got worse, and when cost of living increased but income didn’t, even the faunus who had survived were failing to make end’s meet. What did they have left but to rebel?” Weiss lifted herself off of the phallus for a moment. “They tried peacefully at first. But unions are rarely approved of in Atlas now, but, during the wars? It was all too easy to convince the Atlesian military to quell the strikes and protests with force.” With a horrified face, Weiss forced herself down on the phallus, stuffing herself too far and to a point that honestly left her wanting to cry from the pain. It seemed that for all the sensitivity cream, it could do more than just make her sexually sensitive- it hurt it hurt more than anything ever had. In some way, she was happy to know she was actually capable of feeling something other than ecstasy down there; that she could actually not enjoy something or someone if she honestly didn’t want to. 

“It’s been like that, for years and years, and years, it’s always been like that. The faunus kept being pressed, pushed further and further. Occasionally, they tried to stand up for themselves, but every time-” Weiss winced with pain as she pushed herself down to meet the beginning of the knot. “They just get crammed, abused, battered harder.” Her breath hitched on a pained cry and it overwhelmed her more than she expected. Her eyes watered and she began to cry. “Now? What money the faunus make is symbolic if anything. And that’s only the ones who have not become literal slaves for… for what? For being faunuses?” 

Weiss tried to prepare herself for what she was supposed to do next. She tried, but she knew it would hurt, she knew it would push her further than even Blake’s knot had when she was in her abbreviated heat. “It was the slow pushing that brought the White Fang; all the bombed shipments, the hostages. If quietly abusing workers was enough to bring that upon the SDC, what do you think will happen if they don’t free their slaves; taking every last thing and person the faunus love.” Weiss dropped her hips, she fought and cried out in pain as she tried to take the knot. But… despite all the mods, despite the tattoo and all its aspects, despite everything, she was dry and forcing it in was- Her breath hitched on a pained sob and she broke down into tears. This was more or less the point, it was what they needed to do. Maybe it had originally been planned to be an act, but real pain and tears would work just as well. So, she sealed her eyes, and tried to bear it.  

“Weiss! Weiss! What the hell are you doing! Stop! Get off of it if it’s hurting you!” Blake screamed.

Weiss’s eyes snapped open. “What- what are you doing!” Weiss yelled back. “Why did you stop filming.” She groaned and tried to press herself the rest of the way down.” 

“Oh my god! You idiot! Get off of it!” 

“Just- just… keep filming and we’ll cut it toge-” Weiss flinched in more pain than she could handle only to feel a new pain. 

“Get- get off of it, you idiot!” Blake ripped the toy out of Weiss.

“Oouch! Fuck!” Weiss complained. 

“What the fuck you!” Blake snapped. “The point was to pretend to be in pain, no to actually hurt yourself!” 

“I- I had to sell it, to keep convincing Jacques this is real; that the people of Atlas know-” 

“I don’t fucking care! You were hurting yourself!” 

“Well, now we need to do it again!” 

“No way in hell! I’m not watching you hurt yourself again! I-” 

“Whatever, just get off of me. I- I want some space.” Weiss pushed Blake off of her. 

“I-” Blake’s expression fell. “F- fine then.” She pulled herself back up to her feet. “I- I’ll be editing it back together when you’re done being mad about me not wanting to see you in pain.” 

“Sure.” Weiss rolled her eyes and covered herself up. 

End of Chapter 50 

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Chapter 51

Weiss regretted so many things about her morning. She felt like she was actively being punished for every decision she had made so far in her morning. Blake wanted to have a drink first thing in the morning? Nope, she just needed to be all full and aching for the video. Yay, so wonderful, and it certainly made all the difference in the world that she’d been lactating for all of two seconds in the video. Refused to give Blake milk for her cereal? Ah, what a wonderful fight she could have so easily side stepped if only she hadn’t been being such a damn idiot. And of course, she only dug herself deeper and deeper, doubling down and snapping at Blake. 

Her pussy ached- and not in the fun way. Trying to impale herself on the toy without being ready… it was just about as fun as it sounded- not at all. She wanted to cry and sit on a bag of ice- though the idea was likely better than it would be in practice. Worse yet, her chest… postponing her milking had been… idiotic at best. 

All she could think about was how much they ached. She tried to milk herself, but even after seeing Blake do it almost the whole day prior, she seemed to be horrible at it. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t manage to pinch her nipples in the right way to vent any of the pressure and it fucking hurt! It hurt and she needed Blake… Blake… Weiss slumped in defeat. Why had she been so short with Blake? She- she was still mad about Blake’s willingness to mod her left and right but hesitancy when the shoe was on the other foot, but… that didn’t mean she had to yell at Blake for trying to get her to stop hurting herself. 

It wasn’t an entirely alien ideation to Weiss; hurting herself that is. The idea of someone else trying to get her to stop for anything other than optics… that was a whole new type of novel. She remembered how Jacques slapped her across the face the first time he spotted the little red scars. But that had never been because he just didn’t want to see her in pain. She got better about hiding them, and when that failed, she simply found better ways to go about it. Blake being so mad about it… it shouldn’t have surprised Weiss so much, but it did. For whatever reason, she hadn’t expected Blake to care, to mind seeing her hurt herself at all. 

“Damnit.” Weiss cursed under her breath. Couldn’t she just eat an actual crow? Maybe it was the modded Kitten part of her, but it certainly sounded better than fessing up to an overreaction. And she didn’t have an abundance of time… she needed Blake, and soon. Her chest felt like it was going to burst, and she couldn’t stop… making that damn sound the last time she waited too long to get milked again. Her cheeks burned as she thought of being heard… mooing… fuck. 

When she finally forced herself back up the stairs, shame living a new in her weary soul. She tried not to whimper in her defeat as she approached Blake dutifully editing away on her computer. She wore headphones, placed awkwardly over one kitten ear and one human one. It made sense. Blake would likely want to be able to hear it through both ways, and that was the best way to go about it. 

She approached quietly and threw her arms around Blake, gently pressing her chest to the back of Blake's chair for all the warmth it could deliver. It made sense in her head, a perfectly good way to greet Blake. It would make for a passable preamble to an apology, right? 

Yeah, it felt like a phenomenal decision as she crashed back against the floor, Blake's hand on her neck, pressing her down. "Who are- Weiss!" She pulled back shocked. 

"Oouch." Weiss rasped and tried to soothe her poor windpipe. 

"Fuck! I thought! I just! And you scared me! I!" Blake panicked. 

“I- was… comng ta- pollogize.” 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Weiss! I! Shit! Are you ok? I didn’t mean to! To-” she groaned. “Are you alright?” 

“F- fine.” Weiss coughed and her voice seemed to go back to normal. “I- I’m sorry.” She offered her penance with a little less shame than she might have had before being tackled to the ground. 

“It’s fine.” Blake averted her eyes, more or less obviously not happy with her choices either. “I- now, get up off the floor.” Blake offered up a hand and pulled Weiss up. 

“I’m sorry I-” They both offered at the same moment. “I mean- and you-” They talked over each other, but Weiss wone out. “You first.” 

“Alright, I- I’m sorry I tackled you like that… twice. I know you wanted the video to go well, but… I just… I didn’t… You were hurting yourself and-” Blake shook her head. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you for it.” Weiss’s head fell. “I know you just cared about me and…” 

“Are you ok?” 

“Everything hurts.” Weiss complained. 

“Come here Kitten.” Blake pulled Weiss in and held her in a tight hug. 

Weiss loved the hug, she loved it for all of a moment before- “Oouch! Oouch! Oow! My boobs, oww!” Weiss whined. 

“Oh, shit. You- your…” 

“I should have helped with your cereal.” Weiss whimpered. 

“Editing can be finished later, want a break? We can relax in bed, I can have a nice snack, and you can finger yourself like you did the last four times.” 

“M- maybe no fingering… I’m… really sore.” Weiss frowned. 

“Ok love, maybe I’ll just scratch around your tail and that will help some.” 

Weiss nodded, still wearing a downtrodden look. “Sounds nice.” She murmured. 

“Ok baby girl. It’ll be alright.” Blake offered with a kiss to Kitten’s forehead and then to her lips before throwing her arm over Weiss’s shoulder and walking her back to their room. 

Blake’s mouth only continued to be as perfect as ever. Even before Blake slipped a hand around to soothe around Weiss’s tail, she came her poor brains out. Oh how she loved being like that, all blissed out in ecstasy. It was only heightened by the sensation of Blake continuing to nurse on her. Calming beyond measure, Weiss handed herself over to it, gave in and enjoyed. Eventually, with a patient poke, Blake requested to explore and tease along Weiss’s ass. Of course, Weiss just whined and begged for such a wonderful thing. Her poor ass had been being ignored for at least a couple days, and that was orders of magnitude too long. She needed to be played with, to be toyed with, to be made to cum from each and every one of her holes- maybe her pussy could use a day or two off, but everything else for sure. Every climax hurt a little, her walls were still sore, but the pleasure outweighed it with ease. Even if it hadn’t… she and Blake always seemed to be at their best and most in sync when in the bedroom. For that afternoon, Weiss needed that and that alone if it was all she could get. 

Eventually, they stopped, her body was ready to calm down, and she’d expressed all her milk and her moos. Blake suckled on her far past the time she had emptied out. Weiss knew it would likely leave her producing longer, make her body think it was actually necessary and not just something done because of the pills, but it was nice, peaceful. It felt wonderful and prefect in its way. She fell asleep like that at some point. With Blake intermittently nuzzling and sucking at her breasts. Owner even occasionally dipped a finger back in her ass again, but it wasn’t enough to stop Weiss from falling back asleep. 

She woke again, expressing only a drop or two at a time for the Owner still lovingly kissing and suckling. Blake seemed to truly enjoy it. That was nice, sweet… even if Weiss was still mad about a thing or two. For a moment she theorized that she’d only fallen asleep for an incredibly comforting cat nap, but then, she spotted that the evening orange sky was dwindling out the window. 

“Love you.” Blake cooed. 

“I- I love you too babe.” Weiss lifted her tired head. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Restfully.” 

“Good. Are you feeling any better?” 

“A- about most things? Yes. Much.”

“And the things you aren’t feeling better about.”

“More… thing really.”

“So? What is it?” Blake pulled off of Weiss and sat back on the bed. 

“You know what it is.” Weiss glared slightly at Blake as she pushed herself up against the bed’s headboard. She pulled her knees up into her chest and crossed her ankles covering herself as best as she could. 

“I think I do… but I want you to say it.” 

Weiss sighed and curled in on herself tighter. “Why do you have to be like that?” 

“Just am.” Blake made a lifeless shrug. 

“I can tell…” 

“So?” 

“Why are you… so comfortable making the big modifications to my body, but so against it for you? I- it just feels… feels like you… like my body is less important? Like I don’t matter as much.”

“Weiss.” Blake gaped. 

“Well! What am I supposed to think! You are all about it when it comes to me, permanent or temporary. But when it comes to you, it’s a hard no even for something that will just last a day.” 

“I’m not against it. And, again, I don’t want you to do any of them if you don’t want! For me? I just… I don’t know, I haven't felt like doing any of them. I am not against the idea tho. If it’s that important to you, then let’s brainstorm something you want me to do without me hating it, and I’ll do it tonight. We can have fun.” 

“Promise?” Weiss looked up, finally feeling comforted. She knew it was stupid, that there was no real need for this, but… honestly, it meant a lot to her; it meant unity, being on the same team with the woman she loved. 

“Course, we just gotta find something I’d actually like.” Blake cracked an evil little smirk. “It’s not my fault that your just an eager little slut for all the mods I had in mind.” 

Weiss fidgeted shamefully, but Owner leaned in to kiss her forehead and it made her feel all warm and happy all over again. 

“So? Whatcha got in mind?”

“I- hmm… you don’t want milky tits like mine?” Weiss looked down to herself and held them alluringly. 

“Brothers no.” 

“Alright.” Weiss pouted. That actually sounded pretty fun. “Hmm, I love your ears. You want a tail like the one you gave me?” She wicked her tail around to her front. “It’s a lot of fun, and… honestly, when you scratch around it… or hold it, I just get all… melty.” Weiss cooed. 

Blake shook her head a little too vehemently. “You know, the mass majority of faunus only have the one animal trait, right? And… adding another one… it just feels- even if I wanted it, which, honestly, I don’t… it just feels gross.” 

“But forcing it upon me was perfectly normal?” 

“Forcing it upon you back when I thought you were Queen Schnee of evil incarnate, wanting to own a pet faunus was perfect poetic justice. I… just so happened to be acting a little rashly and… failed to realize what type of person you really are for far too long” Blake admitted. 

“Well… I- I guess you have a point. But… it’s not like I never did anything wrong back when I worked at the SDC. There- there are plenty of things I’m more than ashamed of doing.” 

“It’s ok love. I know you are better than that.” 

“A- am I?” Weiss whispered, but Blake didn’t seem to hear. 

“Come on, more ideas?” 

“Well, you could always just go for bigger boobs like me? Not that you should go much bigger, they’re already-” 

“Hell no, next.” Blake denied. 

“I- oh, well… ok… Have, have you thought about we break out that sensitivity lotion, cover my tongue in it, and I just happen to lick and rub it into wherever feels right? Your chest, your pussy, behind your ears, maybe even your a-” 

Blake shook her head. Weiss seemed to lose her from the moment she started describing detailed body parts. “Umm, maybe in the future, but I’m not so much for something like that for a bit yet.” 

“Oh? Ok…” Weiss seemed to be running out of steam. 

“Umm? I could put more on my fingers? I know you like the sensation of me fingering you?” 

“Didn’t you already do that? On accident? When you were mad at me for mentioning…” 

“Oh yeah. I… take it that doesn't count then?” Blake winced. 

“No, no, it doesn't.” Weiss frowned. 

“It’s ok! We’ll come up with something!” 

“Umm! That enlargement stuff is really fun? You wanna try some on your lips and see how long you can hold off with me doing my best?” Weiss cheered excited. 

“You want to make my lips bigger?” Blake traced fingers over her mouth, as she wore a perplexed look. 

“Well, I mean, they could be fun too, but I kinda meant the other lips… I really like how it looks when they’re a little swollen and puffy; when it’s so pretty and there’s a natural mound to a girl’s- A! And! And with that we could do it together, to each other. Winner is whoever has smaller lips at the end?” 

Blake shook her head. “I’m sorry, it sounds perfect for you; just more to devour! But I’m not much a fan of it for myself.” She winced. 

Weiss was beginning to run out of ideas! What did Blake want? Would anything actually pass her standards? Then her thoughts turned sour. Was that the point? Had Blake just agreed to this to shoot down all her ideas? Was there something she alredy had in mind? Maybe it wasn’t that bad? Maybe Blake was just too ashamed to say what she wanted! That made more than enough sense! Weiss certainly felt that way plenty of times. Suddenly, the game had completely changed. Now all she wanted to do was figure out what fun kinky thing Blake might want an excuse to do. “Hmm, what about something to do with your butt?” 

“What do you wanna do with my butt?” 

“I don't know? You made my ass a lot bigger.” 

“You want to make my ass bigger? 

“No, it’s phenomenal as it is.” Weiss seemed to collapse in defeat. 

Blake laughed. “Then what did you want to do with it?”

“I! I don’t know, it was something you did to me, so I figured- I didn’t think it through.” 

“I’m not vehemently against you doing something to my ass? But… uugh, it is pretty good as is.” Blake tilted her head from left to right noncommittal. 

Weiss slumped, but! Wait! Maybe it was… “Do you want to have heats with me? It could be really nice, cuddled together, both craving and desperate to be filled. It won’t be the same as you filling me up with that nice dick, but… both of us aching and just holding to each other, it could be something really nice?” 

Blake’s care free look died quickly. “You want me to have heats?” 

“Yeah, I know the little one I had from getting the tattoo wasn’t much, but it was a lot of fun. I- I loved being so needy; I loved how I needed you, how you were there and I was just… yours. This could be a good way to do that together.” 

“I-” Blake shook her head. “No, I am sorry, but I am really just not comfortable with that. I- I don’t want to… I don’t want anything about that.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Completely. I- I have less than no interest in being desperate to be stuffed or whatever.”

“Oh! Oh! I think I heard you mentioning something to do with a rut? How would that work with you being a girl and all?” 

Blake locked up. “I- I’m not-” 

“Then what the hell are you comfortable with? Is there anything you would have actually been comfortable with? Was this all a fucking joke? You made so many changes to my body without a care in the world, but when it comes to anything to be done to you, you can’t think of one thing! Brothers! What was the fucking point? You made a big thing out of pretending to care that this mattered to me! Why? Just to make me think you would actually be opened to it when you weren't?” 

“Weiss, it’s not like that, I-” Blake tried to reach out, she really did, but Weiss didn’t notice in the face of all her hurt. 

“Whatever Blake. I- I was right earlier. I need some space. I- I don’t want to talk to you again for a couple days unless you have a breast pump or something.” Weiss stood from the bed, completely ignoring as Blake went to grab her hand but missed. 

Blake sat there on the bed, defeated. Somehow, she’d gone and fucked it all up again. She should have known. There was no way all the power imbalance of everything wouldn’t come back to bit her in the ass. Of course, she fell in love with the one person who never really had a chance to say no. She deserved this, hell she deserved to have to say yes to whatever Weiss wanted of her. It was the only way to really even the score- though, she doubted even doing that for the rest of their lives would help her break even. 

She wanted to make it up to Weiss, to say yes to everything Weiss asked. She really did. And she would have… but, there was just one problem. All the modifications Weiss suggested and was interested seemed to be so gender focused and there was only one thought that kept running through Blake’s mind. One thought she wished she’d succeeded in actually telling Weiss. “I- I don’t think I’m a girl.” 

End of Chapter 51

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Chapter 52

Content warning: Reference to, talk of, and attempted suicide. It is a rough chapter, but it is to finally set up an actual healthy relationship for Blake and Weiss further down the line. 

It was dark in the home as Weiss stepped off after slamming Blake’s door behind her.  She could see perfectly fine… another effect of Blake’s modifications to her body- intentional or not. But things still looked… different in the dark. Colors were muted, everything felt different thought the same. It was certainly an odd experience to suddenly develop night vision in her mid twenties. Though, so had being kidnapped and growing cat ears and a tail. So much of this was worlds more than an odd experience. 

Weiss tried to circle back to something more centering as she began to pace in Blake’s living room. She’d yet to stumble back down the stairs to the basement; to her room. If she did that… it just felt more final? Like actually committing to a day or two away from Blake. Did she really want that? She loved Blake. She really did. But her simple love for Blake didn’t prevent her from being mad, frustrated… or scared. So that’s what this was, huh? It must have been if putting that label to it struck terror into her heart. What was she scared of? Well, the answer to that one came to her all too quickly. 

Did Blake really love her? Was it the same type of love Weiss felt for Blake? Did it have to be? Was whatever type of love she felt for Blake healthy? Or even safe? Love in the Schnee household was seldom healthy at best. Klein. Klein knew a healthy love. He’d cared for Weiss when no one else had. Though, his sticking around, his going out of his way to help… had that been healthy for him? It certainly wasn’t safe. That’s how he lost his job at Schnee manor; it was why when he got sick he couldn’t afford what it took to keep him alive. 

Was what she felt for Blake good in any real sense? Did that matter? Would it even be for the best if Blake felt the same? Every part of the modified Schnee was so fucked and entangled with all that had been her upbringing, maybe it was best Blake didn’t care for her the same way. Maybe things would just be better if Blake didn’t love her back. 

Weiss’s face was already littered with the softest trails of tears when she came to a stop in front of a vaguely familiar door. It- she… she could remember something about it, but somehow she couldn’t for the life of her remember what it was she remembered about it. It- anxiety and sorrow built in her chest, and Weiss couldn’t conjure a reason why! It was… disturbing how quickly the sensation built in her, how viscerally it stole her and demanded her attention. 

Like an envelope poorly sealed and long since wanting to open on its own, Weiss could feel something poorly hiding a secret in her own mind. All she’d have to do? Thumb around the flimsy seal and it’d pop open freely for her. Just open the door and she was certain she would know, that whatever hid behind that envelope would come back to her. 

Dread built and welled in Weiss as she tried to push herself to reach out for the door. Some part deep in her lashed out and strived to convince her this was a bad idea. Just go back! Go back to Blake, cuddle with her, be happy, don’t peel away at the mysterious seal, just enjoy this life don’t-

The room was dark save for the wide assortment of monitors that played a looping background. To one wall, toys, to another, a small bookshelf, and finally the large shelving of dust tubs. Weiss had been here before, she had seen this room. A lonesome night when she wished for nothing more than Blake’s comfort… she had… she’d walked up here and found Blake editing that photo- the one she promised would just be for her, preparing to send it amongst so much else to-

No! No! No! Memories flooded back, memories Blake had buried in her. A slip. That was her first thought, that it had been a slip; a mistake. It made sense, a mistake put it all in the context that Blake could actually still care about her. That it was a poor choice the woman she loved had made. But, such rosy ideations crumbled quickly. It hadn't been a mistake, it was an intentional betrail. 

A deceit in a long line of other lies; in the same line that has successfully seen her pushing herself left and right to help Blake with her goal; the goal of getting Weiss to turn on her family. 

The family that had always bent, broke, and used her how they saw fit. It was a loathsome reality, but Weiss came to terms with it after her first attempt. She would never be able to get waking to Jacqus's judgemental face out of her mind; the way she felt when he demanded an explanation for why she had done it to him. She would never forget her shock- or how stupid she felt for being shocked. He had never cared about her. Willow never so much as crawled out of her bottle long enough to come see Weiss once in the whole year that followed. The horrible cold year. Whitley came to see her in the hospital- though she distinctly remembered wishing he hadn't. Her little brother always had a knack for finding that one thing that could hurt Weiss the most and needling at it till she broke. It would have been an impressive power if it hadn't been so cruel. Winter left rather than help her navigate it all- Weiss wondered if Winter ever even got notified of what she had done. What would Winter have said if she knew Weiss tried to toss her life away? 

Would her sister have held her and said it would be ok? Would she have gotten mad at Weiss for doing it to herself? Maybe she would have been mad at Weiss for hurting her sister? Though… Winter in reality, most likely had been notified. It was more than likely that Winter either didn't care or wasn't surprised. 

That was a painful, though not entirely unexpected though. That even the sister she loved most likely heard and choose not to come, not to help, not to care. That was probably it. Winter was probably just like everyone else, Winter didn't care- couldn't have been bothered to come see the sad screw up suicidal sister. 

Of course, insult to self inflicted injury, as soon as she got out, her father continued to parade her out and around. Only after her time in the hospital, he lied and said she had been away on some magical trip around the kingdoms of Remnant. Went on and on, boasting and using her as a prop to wax about how much he could afford to throw out on a luxurious vacation for her. Of course even after all his parties, Jacques only ranted louder about what her 'vacation' had cost him. Because being trapped in that hellish hospital was such a wonderful vacation. Costly or not, her stay was 'necessary'. Maybe it was… but Weiss always had a sneaking suspicion that necessary for her to be happy or even to just stay alive wasn't really what her father meant. He meant it was necessary for her to continue being useful; to continue being the perfect prop of a Schnee. It was the same reason he's given her Blake. Not because it could help her, but because it would allow her to be more useful to him. 

And they had both gotten their use out of her. Jacques forced her onto the council as he pushed her up the SDC chain of command, all the while stomping out every iota of Weiss at every step. She wanted to take a more humane route? No wonder she caved and tried to escape life, she was too weak; incapable of doing what was needed. She couldn’t vote the way he wanted? Well, she owed it to him, he spent millions of lien to keep her in that horrid hospital; to save her. And if she dared disagree with any of it? Then she was welcome to consider the hospital her inheritance and move out of the apartment her father paid for before never expecting another dime from him for the rest of her life. Jacques needed his good little prop, and he did whatever he needed to force Weiss to be just that. Her every moral and thought was forfeit for his control. 

Was that not the same goal Blake held when she pretended to love her? Because it would help with her mission? Because then she would be more willing to help? Because, if she fell in love she would be easier to use. Weiss had very literally been a prop for Weiss since the very beginning. How stupid! How fucking stupid! Why in the hell did she ever believe a word Blake said? 

Weiss reeled and sobbed. Betrail, deceit, whatever it was, it was proof. Blake had been fooling around with her mind from the very beginning. Weiss, on some level had known for a long time, but to finally uncover a truth; to see what lied beneath her jumbled mind; to finally remember what jumbled her to begin with. Blake had never cared about her. 

For a moment, a mortifying thought sunk in. How much of what memories she did have were real? If Blake could suppress her memories, could she manufacturer others? Were any of the sweet things Blake had said and done ever even real? Weiss felt sick. She was sick and tired. Tired of being a tool for someone else, of being a prop to be wheeled out when necessary and shut down and shut out after. 

It was then that Weiss spotted the dust bins. A way out; dark, but light or no, it was an end to the tunnel. It would be peaceful; an easy way out. She would never have to be used by Blake or her father or anyone else ever again. She could actually be free. Weiss’s feet took her to the bins and the craving in the back of her mind found the drug dust for her. The tub was full. Weiss didn’t know much about the drug, but given its strength, that much would almost assuredly get the job done. 

Tears streamed down Weiss’s face and for a moment, she wished she had never found the room, that the horrid memory had never loosened itself from the depths of her mind. Things had been imperfect for sure, but she had been happy, more than happy believing Blake loved her back. But the timing was too perfect. It couldn’t be real. Blake couldn’t have meant all the things she said. If she lied about giving Weiss her privacy and only using what Weiss consented to using, Blake could have lied about anything, hell, everything! It was all bullshit. It was all bullshit, and the thought of returning to the life that made her so happy before she rediscovered the memory… it made her want to… well, it made her want to do this. 

Inevitably, Weiss landed on the question of whether or not she deserved what Blake had done to her- she laughed at that. The answer was easy. She may never have deserved anything more. Signing off on every step Jacques made since she joined the council? Allowing him to ramp up the faunus internment at the SDC? Turning a blind eye as his methods grew less and less humane. She deserved every lie and worse for what she had done and allowed to be done. Maybe the only moral thing she could do was die? 

Weiss’s hands shook as she pulled the lid from the tub. She’d done this before. Pills, dust, same thing; they were both drugs. And… honestly, slipping away the last time? It had been so peaceful, all the way up until she woke in the hospital. And, really, that was a fluke above anything else. She had no way of knowing her father was going to need her to perform for one of his fund raisers that night. If only she had done it a couple hours later, no one would have found her and she could have circumvented these past three horrible years. These pointless… horrible years. 

Though, without those years, she would never have had the illusion of love with Blake. Fake it may be, but she was happy. In some way Weiss was grateful for that as she sobbed and brought the first crystal to her lips. Blake may have used her, but the faunus seemed to have ticked the last thing off Weiss’s bucket list. 

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Chapter 53

Blake had been crying in her bed for ten or twenty minutes when she heard the thunk of a skull hitting the ground. Of course, she didn’t know with that level of specificity what the sound was at the time, but it was still more than enough to coax her up from her bed. Initially, she assumed something just fell, but it was louder than that. Maybe her mother come over to say hi? Brothers… she could use some advice from Kali. It had been far too long since she’d gotten to see her mother despite their living close. Being busy with Weiss and the White Fang, and the shame about involving herself in it all kept her from vising home like she normally might. 

Then again, if it was an intruder, it might be someone at her home for something harder than bring over cookies and motherly love. Maybe someone come to rob her? It was stupid, but it wasn’t like she didn’t have anything worthy of trying to steal. Had Jacques broken and sent Atlesian troops to her home?

Expecting nothing, but preparing for the worst, Blake snagged her weapon from its place and stepped out into the hallway. No sign of anything uncouth yet… that was good. Her kitchen’s sorting system did get rather vertically precarious as she rushed to cook sometimes, it could just be that? But no, the kitchen proved to be perfectly fine, not a sauce or ounce of flower out of place. 

Blake pulled her weapons in closer and strengthened her aura. If a fight broke out, she would be ready. There was nothing and no one who could take her down in her own house. And brothers pray for the poor soul that may be foolish enough to harm Weiss with a wild Blake on the loose- now with extra pent up rage from trying to decipher gender!

She turned down another hall, keeping corners wide to give her an extra moment’s reaction time if someone or something spotted her. But nothing and no one was there. The hallway was completely as she had left it except for the door to her office- why had it been opened? The faint blue of her idle monitor background seeped from the room, cold and clinical. There was plenty of prime computer gear, and not to mention thousands and thousands worth of experimental dust she’d been working with… 

With her weapons held high, Blake burst in the room and threw them up, aiming for- for- for nothing- no one was in the room except for- the slightest groan from the floor and the blue reflecting on Weiss’s white made her already look like a corpse. “Weiss, what are you-” Blake’s eyes darted between the girl and the tub that’d fallen with her. Weiss was painfully lethargic as she tried to reach at the EMPTY bin. It was empty! Weiss had- a quick check, the only missing bin from her shelf was the one which held the healing drug dust- “No! Weiss! You- don’t you know that shit is toxic if you take too much!”

Weiss’s blown pupils aimlessly danced along the ceiling. Her eyes were glazed and empty. But! But she was still moving! A good sign!

“Weiss! Weiss! How much did you take! Weiss!” Blake yelled, falling to her knees just to shake the heiress. 

“How much?” Weiss spoke like her mouth was full of cotton balls, slow and dull. 

“Y- yes how much! That stuff can kill you if you take too much! I! What the hell did you do to yourself!” Blake panicked and tried to remember how much had been in the tub. 

“Thts… point.” 

“That’s point? Point? What fucking poin-” It finally clicked for Blake. Seeing the room must have released all the memories she’d tried to suppress in Weiss. “You- you were trying to fucking kill yourself?” Blake stammered. 

Weiss groaned and wretched but nothing came up. “Yha.” 

“No, no, no, no… Weiss!” Blake blinked and tried to process. She’d done this to Weiss. In her greed, in her desire to have the woman she loved not hate her, she pushed Weiss into this. Had she… killed Weiss? 

“Why… crying?” Weiss broke Blake out of her panic and back into the real world at the sensation of Owner’s tears falling down onto her cheeks. “Why’re oo crying?” Weiss’s body limply wretched but the convulsion died before anything could come up. 

“Puke! Puke! You need to purge the dust from your stomach! If it’s not all processed you might be ok!” Blake latched to the first solution to the problem she could manage. 

“Wht? W- why? I die. Wanna d- d-” Her stomach tried to revolt on her again, but Weiss’s iron will kept it down. 

“You wanna-” Blake’s heart shattered. She did this, she did this to Weiss. “I- Ok, Weiss, we can talk about that later, but you need to puke right now, please, please stay with me, come on Weiss.” Blake tried to coach Weiss through as she lifted Weiss’s head and tried to steady her jaw. 

“G- get off! Let! Let me die!” Weiss pushed limply against Blake’s hands, clearly trying to force them off as hard as she could, but she was too weak in the wake of her overdose. 

“N! No! I’m not going to just let you die! I love you! Idiot!” Blake snapped in frustration. Weiss clearly wouldn’t comply, so she forced Weiss’s mouth open and tried to force her fingers in to make Weiss puke. The heiress fought harder and even tried to bite Blake's fingers off. "Stop! Stop fighting! I'm! I'm not just going to let you die!" Blake fought and grumbled. 

"Just- just let- let me-" Weiss's stomach turned as Blake hit the back of her throat. Thankfully they hadn't done too much gag reflex suppression training because it seemed to work. Weiss turned over and voided whole dust crystals and a slurry of stomach acid fully saturated of it all across the floor. 

"Fuck- fuck you! Just- just let me-" Weiss went to yell, but Blake slapped her across the face. The enertia and the way the hand hit her ear made her feel like she was spinning. To Blake's immense relief, Weiss puked again and seemed to keep going till she was empty. When she was done, she didn't speak, but she did glare back at Blake, her anger on full display. 

"I won't just let you kill yourself." 

"Stop pretending to care." Weiss managed, clearly sobered to some degree from her puking, but also clearly higher than a kite. 

Blake fought to suppress the hurt of the comment. She understood why Weiss thought that, but it didn't make it any easier- it made it infinitely worse. She hated knowing this actually was because of her, that she'd caused all this. "I'm not pret- I know why you think that… but… I- I was desperate that night! You know that! I thought… I thought my friends were going to die!"

"Sure. So I'm just supposed to believe you only did it because-"

"Yes! Yes Weiss! I wish, I wish so desperately I had talked to you; asked you for help instead of doing what I did… I just- you were already mad at me, and it was a surprise that my friends had been taken, and-" 

"And you wiped my mind to hide your betrail." 

"I didn't know what the hell else to do! I- I was falling in lov-" 

"Shut up! Shut up and stop pretending you loved me! I know! I know you-" 

"Weiss! I do love you! I-” Blake stopped as she watched Weiss’s eyes beginning to fall. “God damnit.” She cursed as she watched Weiss collapse back down to the floor. 

It was both embarrassing and impossible to explain why Blake had the Schnee heiress covered in her own vomit hanging loosely in her arms as she banged on her parent’s door. Ghira had many questions, but Kali seemed to better understand that it was an emergency and they had to rush the girl to the hospital. Ghira offered to drive Blake, and Kali offered to go clean up whatever mess was left. Blake suspected her mother could tell her relation with the Schnee extended beyond that of just captor and captive; that maybe Kali had offered to clean because she knew returning to the mess would likely destroy Blake- even more so if Weiss’s health took a turn for the worse. 

Ghira opened the passenger door for Blake, but she oped to sit in back with Weiss, holding her for the drive over. That way she could monitor Weiss’s condition while he drove. She needed Weiss to be ok! She loved Weiss! She did this to her… Blake didn’t want to cry in front of her father, even less so over a Schnee, but even her best efforts couldn’t stave them off as she pushed back Weiss’s hair and tried to whisper to the Schnee that “Everything’s going to be alright. We’re taking you to the hospital. It’s going to be alright, you’ll… you’ll-” She choked up and couldn’t continue. 

When they arrived at the hospital, Blake rushed Weiss in and explained it was an overdose. She tried to hide that it was the Schnee heiress and that the overdose had been a suicide attempt, but the evidence seemed overwhelming and impossible to hide. She knew she got a look or two from a handful of nurses. They had seen the latest videos, they knew that Weiss had been given faunus traits and that the newest admission was a kidnapped Schnee heiress. Though, being Menagerie, there weren’t many Schnee sympathizers on the island, and it seemed the only one in the hospital was Blake. Thankfully, however, the nurses didn’t know Blake loved the girl, and in fact still thought she was being held captive. Normally this might have been bad, but it seemed to get Weiss a private room and express access to a doctor. The nurses must have know Weiss was crucial to ever freeing the faunus still subjugated and enslaved back in Atlas. The details of how Weiss helped and Blake’s love for the heiress were… less public and unnecessary for them to be enlightened of in the moment. 

The doctor that came to help also seemed to understand the importance of the heiress’s survival for the faunus people as a whole and rushed her to get her stomach pumped. When it came to debriefing someone on Weiss’s state, the doctor referred to Blake rather than the Schnee who still lingered in and out of consciousness. 

“Is- is she alright?” 

“She’ll be out of it for a couple days for sure.” 

“Is she alright!” 

“She should be…” The doctor confirmed. 

“Thank god.” Blake fell back against a wall and nearly fell down in relief. 

“I… take it this was not something intentional?” 

Blake forced herself back onto weary feet. “You mean-” 

“On your behalf?” 

“Of course not!” 

“Good. We cant have the little cunt getting off too easy.” The doctor cleared his throat. “Not before everyone else is-” Blake’s glare seemed to trip him up. “I- just say… to mean… I mean… and she is of the utmost importance.”

“She matters.” Blake offered with a harsh tone, still managing something caring for the Schnee without letting slip that she wanted nothing but happiness for the girl the doctor seemed to want nothing but pain for. 

“Yes, I suppose that is a way to put it.” He humored. 

“And she’ll be alright?” 

“A full recovery I suspect… though, we should keep her here at least overnight- longer if you need. We can keep her… safely.” He flashed a sickening grin. “It might be for the best actually. Despite my full expectations that she will recover well, she may endure some withdrawals and during that process, it would be best to monitor her closely. Complications from this drug are rare, however, they can occur. She may have some seizures, but make sure she doesn't stop breathing, and she’ll make it through with far less than the punishment she deserves.”

“I think I can handle her. We won’t linger too long. I- would you mind if some of my… colleagues meet here?” 

“White Fang?” The doctor whispered. 

“Yes.” Blake nodded. “I need to talk with them and I fear she might not be safe on her own.” 

“Oh, no need to worry, I requested one of the security guards’ cuffs and had her tied down to the bed.” 

Blake’s stomach crawled and she feared this many may have watched the moves Weiss had made more than just once and for purposes other than schadenfreude. “T- thank you.” She’d need to bleach her mouth later for thanking the gross creep, but he was convenient. “And… privacy might be-” 

“Of course, We settled you here because it’s a secluded area of the hospital- as secluded as it gets at least. Feel free to have them enter and exit out the backdoor.” 

“Sure, thanks.” Blake offered a false, sickening smile. 

“And… as far as the bill, you were never here.” 

“That’d be preferable, thank you.” 

“Of course.” He nodded. “Continue the good work.” 

Blake peered into Weiss’s hospital room. The heiress still seemed to be out of it, and if the color of her cheeks was any measure, she still wasn’t doing all too well, but she was doing better. Blake wanted to go in, to hold Weiss’s hand and demand an explanation for why Weiss would do this to herself, how in the hell she thought this could be the right solution… but she knew how, and she had been the answer. She did this, and she wouldn’t soon forgive herself- if she ever did. Anxiously pacing, and still denying herself the right to go see the woman she loved as a punishment for her sins, Blake decided to call up the rest of the white fang. Sun, Ilia, and Qrow were the only ones who actually answered. It made sense that Coco, Velvet, Marrow, and Jaune would all be busy back in bed, finally back home with their significant others. Sun, Ilia, and Qrow agreed to an emergency meeting; Sun and Ilia more demanded it… Qrow just made himself available if Blake needed. Neon was the last one out… Blake considered inviting her to the meeting, it would have been easy enough given that she was still staying at the hospital, but… she didn’t feel like dredging up any more trauma for the skater. Neon had been through enough, and she didn’t need to lose any sleep. 

Qrow was first to arrive- though, being as he could fly, it wasn’t much of a fair contest. Then Ilia, and a good time later, Sun. 

“You alright there Kid?” Qrow asked in a voice only hoarser from what Blake could imagine was another heavy night of drinking. 

“She tried to kill herself.” Blake whimpered and fought not to sob. 

“Aye, you said she was going to be alright? Right?” 

“Maybe? Physically? I guess, that’s what the doctor who wanted me to leave her here for him to do… brothers know what with her.” Blake shivered. “But, she tried to kill herself! You don’t just get over that!” 

“Here.” Qrow passed off his flask. 

“Huh, let him have her. She deserves it for trying to get out of helping us!” Ilia snarked. 

“Hey!” Qrow snapped. “Stand down!” 

“What? Are we just ignoring how Blake’s been fucking her and all of a sudden our captive isn’t wearing a shock collar anymore? I heard you took her out on a fuckin date the other night? What are we just inviting her to escape? It’s a wonder she tried to kill herself, you seem to have given her plenty of other ways out-” 

“Shut your damn trap lil Ms. Every color of the cunt rainbow!” 

“Hey! She has a fuckin point! Weiss is a captive, not your girlfriend!” Sun stood by Ilia’s side. 

“Calm down!” Blake tried to order of all of them. 

“Calm down? Calm down? You’re hiding out there playing housewives to each other and there’s still faunus in danger bac-” Sun was stopped by a sudden punch hitting him square in the nose. He covered it as it streamed in blood and yelled more in confusion than anything else. 

“I’m not anyone’s housewife.” Blake huffed and shook out her hand. 

“House wife or not, you’ve lost your fucking edge! Maybe it’s time someone else took watch over her?” 

“What!” Blake went stiff.

“We need more progress!” Sun complained in a nasally voice. 

“Wha- what the hell is wrong with you two, I- I called you all here to tell you I thought we needed to slow things while she healed back up and I made sure she was ok again.” 

“She’s a Schnee!” 

“Why should we care if she’s ok!” Ilia finished for sun. 

“Calm down.” Qrow tried again. 

“Shut the hell up bird boy!” 

“Yeah! You don’t know a damn thing about this! You’re not a faunus! Hell, you’;e not even a member of the White Fang! You’re just here cause you’ve never dropped your damn vengeance vendetta against Atlas.” 

“What, I’m too busy helping my nieces and the robot prevent the literal fuckin apocalypse for you?” 

“Yeah!” Sun snarled as best he could. 

“Oh my god! Shut up!” Blake yelled. 

“Fine, I’ll leave, but this is no excuse to slow your results. Stop, and we’ll put it to a vote of no confidence. You aren’t the right one to manage her any longer.” Ilia threatened. 

Blake wordlessly turned to Sun, refusing to believe he agreed. 

“Speed it up, or I’ll be voting against you.” He threatened and turned to leave with Ilia. 

Blake found her way to a bench, collapsing in shock. 

“It’ll help.” Qrow pushed his flask on her again.

Blake hesitated, but eventually she took as deep a swig as she could and followed it up with a second. “Can you believe them?” 

“They’re scared… there’s a lot of that out there now a days…” 

“I- I know, but… but she- her life matters, and they couldn;t care less!” 

“Hey, of anyone, I understand falling for someone on the other side… falling for someone on the otherside and loosing them.” Crow empathized. “I’ll stick on your side for all it’s worth… but it doesn't seem like that’s all that much.” 

“I- The others can’t agree!” Blake tried to convince herself. 

“The four that just got back from being tortured by her family? And one of their girlfriends?” Qrow laughed cold and distant. “Good luck.” 

“I’m going to need more of this.” Blake shook the lightening flask. 

“If that ain’t the most relatable fucking thing I ever heard.” Qrow threw himself back up to his feet. “I’ll be around.” 

“Yeah… thanks Qrow.” 

“Sure.” He kicked open the exit door, transformed into a bird once more, and flew off to get himself more booze. 

Blake tried to get ahead of the turn and messaged the rest off the White Fang members, trying to convince them that taking some time off to care for Weiss’s mental health would be a good idea. Not a single one of them answered favorably. Everyone but Morrow and Neon was very decisive in their assurance that there was no slowing to be done, and if there was, they wouldn’t vote favorably when inevitably a vote came up. A good portion of them even asserted that in reality, nothing has actually been done. Sure, those who had been captured were saved, but all in all, the cause was more or less where they'd started. Yes this operation showed promise, and that was nice, but they hadn't actually succeeded in saving any faunus or making any change at all. 

It was an utter defeat. She'd tried to buy herself and Weiss some time, but succeeded in only hastening their clock. It was enough to soften all her restraint. She broke and forfeited. Desperate, and still terrified for Weiss, she finally caved and went in to check on her. Weiss was awake, that much was clear from how she fought the bindings that kept her down to the hospital bed. “Hey there sweetie.” Blake greeted. 

Weiss’s eyes were still blown, but now they were bloodshot too. Blake was passively aware they pumped her stomach and gave her extra charcoal to try and soak up what was left, but Weiss looked even worse off than she expected. “Stop pretending to care.” She looked away. 

“I’m not pretending Weiss.” Blake groaned. 

“Your facade will slip again eventually.”

“It’s not a facade Weiss.” Blake sighed as she pulled a chair up close to Weiss’s bed.

“Sure.” Weiss rolled her eyes only to visibly be pained by it. 

“Are you alright?” Blake reached out concerned. 

“L- let go of me!” Weiss fought. 

“Stop! Stop thrashing! Do you not have a headache? They said you hit your head on the floor when you fell. Doesn't it hurt?” 

“I don’t care if it hurts! Just- just let me go!” 

“Fine… but stop hurting yourself.” Blake settled and pulled back. 

Weiss snorted, but settled in her bed and stopped fighting. 

Silence came over them for a little while, they both quieted and sat in their unease. Weiss had no interest in speaking up to Blake, but Blake had no idea what to say. She tried to figure out what was the right thing, what would help Weiss best, but eventually, her impulsive concern got the better of her. “Why.”  She asked dry and cold, far more distant than she’d intended. 

“Why?! Why?! Well, here’s a heads up! This isn’t something I’ve done to you! It had nothing to do with you! I- I did this because I should have done it right years ago!” 

“W- Weiss… I- of course it’s not something you’ve done to me.” Blake blinked, trying to process what Weiss had said. “But- wait, what do you mean it had nothing to do with me… I- I thought this was because you found out about-” 

“Ok! Maybe it was a little about you! But I-” Weiss’s voice caught in her throat. 

“And… and you said you ‘should have done it right years ago’? Weiss! I- I didn’t know you’d tried this before.” 

“I- that doesn't matter! And what I meant is… you- you aren’t the only reason…” Weiss turned her nose up.

“It matters to me Weiss. I love you, and I need to know how to help in the hopes you won’t do this again.” Blake reached out to take Weiss’s hand. She succeeded in holding the heiress’s hand for all of a moment before Weiss pulled it back. 

“Stop pretending you love me.” 

“What? Weiss- I- I know why you are mad and I understand you feel betrayed… and, and I’m really sorry for lying; for sharing that behind your back, but… but you have to know I still love you, right?” 

“Sure.” 

“Weiss! I mean it!” 

“Name one thing you love about me.”  Weiss shook her head softly, clearly not believing Blake.

“Because! You are soft and kind, caring even to a fault! A sweet innocent woman who is just as depraved as me at the end of the day. Because you are the type of person who heard my friends were in trouble, and despite being my literal kidnap victim, you lept to help! You- you grew up a Schnee but you are nothing like them! You are strong and prideful, but lack all the hate. I love you because against all odds you turned out so caring and pure; because you are nothing like them, you’d never have signed off on killing and enslaving faunus like-” 

“I deserved what I tried to do to myself, and if you ever loved me, stop trying to get in my way when I try it again.” Weiss looked to Blake with a conviction that almost left Blake believing that Weiss thought the best thing for her was to die. 

“Weiss, you- I- you have to know that’s the last thing in the world I’d ever just let happen. I love you, I-”

“Blake, pretending was nice, it was really nice to pretend things were ok, that I could really be happy and loved. But I deserved having all this done to me, and I deserve to-” 

“What the hell are you talking about Weiss! You don’t deserve-” 

“You really think you love me!” Weiss yelled over Blake. 

“Yes. I love you! I don’t know how many times I need to say it!” 

“You shouldn’t.” 

“What? Why not?” 

“Because, I did it. I voted for the bill. I approved of the murder and enslavement of the faunus back in Atlas.” 

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Chapter 54

Blake's world had been shattered. She stumbled from the hospital room and out into the hallway. How? How in the world? No! It wasn't possible! How! How could it even possibly be true! It was one of the first conclusions she came to about Weiss; a cornerstone of her love for the heiress. She had to be lying! Right? Right! But… no. If it weren't true, Weiss wouldn't have lied about it. Plus… she seemed… honestly remorseful over it. 

Maybe! Maybe it was just a drug induced dream or something! Weiss seemed to still be a good bit out of it! Yeah! That could be! But no… if- and it was a big if- if it was something conjured by the drugs, then Weiss wouldn't have been so lucid about it. She wasn't sober, that much eas clear, but she also hadn't been unintelligent with rambling and the level of discombobulated that would require. 

Blake could try and write all the little stories for it in her mind, but this was real. Weiss had really done it. She did it, and she tried to kill herself- at least in part to make up for it. It was too much. Blake couldn't process all that was running through her mind. It was just too much to parse through. What had Weiss done? What should be done now? Would she be ok? What did this revelation mean for them as girlfriends? Did Blake still want to be girlfriends? And… then the thought that refused to leave Blake no matter how hard she tried… Why did she still love Weiss all the same? Why didn’t this change things? How could she still love Weiss and want nothing more than the sweet girl’s happiness. 

It was too much. Blake felt overwhelmed and had no way to deal with it all. She knew she shouldn’t, but she ended up barreling out the hidden exit. She should have stayed by Weiss, especially with that creep of a doctor still around, but she needed some fucking air, she needed it desperately. It felt like she couldn’t breathe. The sensation lightened slightly as she stumbled outside, but it was all still too much. She ended up collapsing against the wall of the hospital, hyperventilating, and then sobbing. She stayed like that for what was far too long, her face buried in her hands, curled up on the ground against the hospital. She stayed like that all the way up until a kindly voice broke through to her. “Sweetheart?” 

“M- Mom?” Blake’s head shot up to see her mother standing awkwardly in front of her. 

“There you are!” Kali wore a look of shock as she approached her daughter. “I was looking all around the hospital for you! Everyone said there was no one here by the name of Weiss or Blake.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry Mom, they had us hidden off the register and had everything done off the book.” 

“Ah, well… that’s good. And… I take it that means you aren’t gonna get billed either?” 

“Oh? No, thankfully, the doctor that helped seemed to be up for covering it.” 

“Again, that is good, but… if you aren’t sitting on the floor and crying over the bill… then what has my girl crying?” Kali turned around and sat on the ground next to Blake. 

“I-” 

“You wanna tell me about what you’ve been doing with the Schnee heiress?” 

“No.” Blake coughed out. 

“Then, you care to tell me why you showed up back at home with what seemed to be a faunus overdosed and covered in bile in your arms?” 

“No!” Blake yelled. 

“Maybe you’d care to tell me why you’ve been crying baby girl?” Kali threw an arm over her daughter and pulled her in tight. 

“No!” Blake barked out again only to collapse into her mother and begin crying a new.

“It’s ok baby girl, it’s ok.” Kali sighed and held her daughter tighter and tighter till Blake began to calm. Though, when Blake did eventually calm, she was much firmer in asking, “So? What’s been going on? Is this all why you haven't come to see me and dad in so long?” 

“M- maybe…” Blake pouted. 

“Maybe?” 

“Maybe.” Blake repeated. 

“Well, maybe your father and I have kept up on the news; maybe we understand why someone would want to rejoin a certain rebel organization; maybe we’d even understand…” 

“Maybe you two saw the videos?” Blake groaned. 

“Oh no, those we definitely saw. Hard to forget.” 

“Oh god.” Blake whined. 

“It’s alright sweetie.” Kali Patted down Blake’s back. “It’s alright, but, I think it’s about time you start talking about what happened between you and that girl ever since you returned from Atlas.”  

Blake had a sneaking suspicion that her mother already had a good idea what had been going on between her and the heiress, but she was too terrified to admit it. Even if her family as a whole had parted ways from the White Fang years ago, it didn’t make falling in love with a Schnee any less a betrail. 

“Baby girl?” Kali scratched gently over Blake’s back. 

“I- you! You know most of it already… I- I got roped into helping the White Fang as a favor for Sun and Neptune, and… and I helped them kidnap Weiss.” 

“I know that very well sweetie. My concern is not with how or why it started.” She patted gently at the back of Blake’s head. 

“I- I-” Blake stammered in a hushed sob. 

“When did it start?” 

“When- when- when did what start!?” Blake stammered and stalled.

“Oh please, I’m not blind.” Kali shook her head and turned Blake’s to look up at her. 

“How- how did you know?” 

“Because… when you knocked on the door… you had the same look on your face from when Adam got branded.” 

“I- I-” 

“Well, better with her than with him.” Kali shook her head. 

“Wh- what?” 

“Baby girl, your father and I had to watch you run off with an eighteen year old literal rebel when you were fourteen… you could be dating that Salem witch and I’d be relieved.” 

“Oz says she’s like thousands of years old.” Blake laughed and cried. 

“Yes, but at least you’re an adult now.”

Blake just laughed again and shook her head. 

“So… are you ready to tell me about how it happened? Or are you going to keep trying to pretend it’s not obvious?”

“Where do I start?” Blake lamented. 

“Hmm, I don’t know, when did it start?” Kali questioned lacidasically. 

Blake whimpered. “I don’t know… Way too soon?” She wanted to bury her head in her hands and hide away from ever having to explain. “I- her father was… well, he was everything the Schnee are cracked up to be, but she was so sweet, so kind… she… and, then there was the news of that bill passing and suddenly it was so easy to hate her- uncontrollably.” 

“Mhmm.” Kali hummed along, politely listening. 

“And… and it made it easy to ignore and just to take out my anger on her… but then…” Blake deflated. “I don’t know when it happened! Or why! And… and I made her some promises that I broke, and she found out about it after we got in a fight about something else and- and- and- and I pushed her to try to kill herself!” 

“You know that’s not how that works baby girl. If she was going to do that after a broken promise and a fight, there were plenty of other things going on behind it all.” Kali offered as she brushed Blake’s hair out of her face. 

“I- there is other stuff but…” Blake whimpered. 

“You want to talk about that or whatever had the two of you fighting?” 

Blake’s cheeks burned bright red. “God, anything but the fight!” 

“Ok then, what is the other stuff?” 

“It- I- So… you know how… how when the White Fang first started going to shit, it began with a couple fudged votes?” 

“I remember Adam’s tactics.” 

“So, I thought; I knew! I knew Weiss wasn’t like her father, like the rest of the Schnee. I knew that despite being on the council, and despite everything saying that she must have voted to approve those awful laws.” 

“Ok, but what does that have to do with your girlfriend’s attempted-” Kali stopped herself at the sight of Blake’s skin visibly crawling. 

“Apparently… I was wrong? She did vote for it! And… she says she deserved to-” 

“Ah.” Kali nodded. “And, her and her feelings aside, how do you feel about this?” 

“How the hell should I know!? I- I love her, but believing she didn’t really do it was- it was like the cornerstone of me being able to even begin to accept it. And- and- and- I just! And- and-” Blake spiraled further and further. 

“Hey, shh. It’s alright. Let’s talk about something different now. What else is on your mind?” 

“The fight.” Blake admitted begrudgingly.” 

“Oh? So what was the fight about baby girl?” Kali asked patiently. 

“It’s- it’s umm?” 

“Brothers, that bad?” 

“Uugh, well… it has to do with the… umm… so, you know… you know how Weiss’s body isn’t… isn’t exactly the same it was before she got taken?” 

“You mean since before you took her?” 

“I! You know what I mean Mom!” 

“Yes, yes I do.” Kali allowed. 

“Well… we… kept making some changes… to her… like… with her consent… as a couple… for… recreation.” Blake muddled through her sentence. 

“I… think I know what you mean.” Kali processed as politely as she could. 

“And, she got mad- understandably so. She got mad at me for not… reciprocating.” 

“And… you didn’t want to reciprocate because you are perfectly happy with the body I and the world gave you?” 

“I- I am, and thanks… but… no, that’s not really it. I- I didn’t have any problem with it; at least, I didn’t in theory.” 

“In theory?” 

“It’s just! Everything! EVERYTHING she suggested was just so gendered, so gender specific and they would just make things bigger or worse or-” 

“What’s wrong with gender specific?” 

“I- well… that’s the issue. I- I don’t really know yet? I- just…” Blake whined. 

“Baby girl?” 

“I, there was something that happened; that Adam did, and… and I thought for so long that it was him that made some things feel wrong? That it was because of… of that trauma? But… even- even now, with someone as soft and kind as Weiss… it still feels wrong! So wrong! And- and even just… my- my me! Some things feel-”

“Wrong?” Kali filled in for Blake. 

“Yeah.” Blake nodded. 

“So? What’s wrong about it? Why do you think it is wrong- whatever it is?” Kali kept her question vague- almost assuredly so that they didn’t have to talk about it in any more detail.

“Mom?” Blake turned up to Kali with worried hopeful eyes. 

“Yes baby girl?” 

“What if- what if I’m not a girl?” Blake’s brows knitted stressed. “I- I don’t think I’m a boy, and I mean, there are some ‘girl’ things I like… but…” 

Kali took a deep ponderous breath, one that left Blake spinning with terror for what her mother might say. “Then you’re not my baby girl.” Blake’s heart shattered. “You’re my baby… kid? Uugh, I’m going to have to work on this. But, I love you regardless.” 

End of Chapter 54