Weiss's world was spinning. She knew the craft she had piggybacked on was a tiny one, but she hadn't thought the turbulence to be this bad even with the great Mistral gyre in the way. She rolled to her side and groaned, head thumping.
She froze when she realized her limbs were trapped. For a few seconds, her brain ran on nothing before the gears clicked and she realized her hands weren't numb, they were bound. The SOS call, the Lancers, the crash, the woman in red—they had taken her. She frantically struggled to get her hands free, but whatever she was tied with was unyielding. To make things worse, they had tied her wrists to her ankles, leaving her to an awkward position with little room to move.
Weiss huffed and resigned to heaving herself on her stomach, taking a look at the room she was in. It was a cell with stone walls and a bulky wooden door. Weiss eyed the door, gauging its durability. Her knight summon could easily crush it to tinder and she could burn it easily—no, Myrtenaster was of course nowhere to be seen. Maybe she could tackle it down with an acceleration glyph? Her Aura almost dry after the fighting and the crash, so to escape, she'd have to conserve it carefully.
She tugged at her restraints again, feeling a tiny bit of give as her clammy hands slid against the cable. She might yet get out of here. She kept wriggling against the binds and mulling over that thought. Escape. She was tied in a cell with no resources in the middle of nowhere, which wasn't exactly a scenario which inspired confidence, and to top it off the only person who knew she even was on this continent was the pilot who probably hadn't made it out of the crash. She felt a pang of sorrow for the man, but the feeling was quickly replaced by an even less comfortable one.
What did these people want from her? Money was the obvious answer as was often the case with anything to do with the Schnees, but then what? She shifted uncomfortably on the floor of her cell, suddenly acutely aware how she could feel the floor on her bare stomach, her dress largely burned and torn from the crash. Both of her shoes were gone too, the flimsy straps probably snapping on impact.
Her musings were cut short when the door was opened with enough force to make her jump. She craned her neck and inwardly cursed her chosen position which forced her to arch her whole torso off the floor to see the person.
It was the same woman who had kicked her at the landing site. She was tall with long and messy hair, dressed in a slightly exotic black and red ensemble. She was also comfortably wearing a large scabbard on her hip which was very bad news. It was far too large, colorful and elaborate for a non-huntress to wield. Weiss resigned to glare at the woman, holding onto what dignity she could. Not that she had all too much of that to go around currently, being tied up and dressed in tatters.
"Ah, good, you're awake," the woman said with a low timbre which sent chills down Weiss's spine. She had lived with and around powerful people of every variety her whole life, and the way the woman held herself told Weiss that she was dangerous. Weiss could feel a nebulous sense of unease as her own Aura reacted to the woman's presence filling the room, but made sure that none of that made it to her face.
"What do you want," Weiss demanded from the floor.
The woman smiled and started to walk around her captive's prone form, much to Weiss's chagrin as she futilely tried to shuffle around to keep facing the woman.
"To find out what I can get out of you, snowflake." She had situated herself directly behind Weiss who had to twist her neck to see her.
"If it's money you want, that can be arranged," Weiss said and tried to not let her uncertainty show. She might be disinherited, but Jacques wouldn't let her rot here even in the worst case scenario. Almost certainly.
The woman smirked, and the floor disappeared below Weiss. She yelped and fell, hitting a thick carpet face-first, confusedly looking around. She was now in a larger room with a balcony, expensive-looking furniture and a large bed. It took her a moment to realize that she had fallen through a portal which did not make Weiss's predicament easier. On the one hand, knowing her enemy's Semblance was half the battle, but on the other, trying to run from a teleporter was a nightmare.
"Money," the woman said lightly while walking behind Weiss, "is something I have quite enough for my purposes. It's the things that can't be bought I'm after."
Weiss flopped to her side to face the woman, hiding her hands behind her body as she tried to subtly wriggle out of her binds.
She decided to try to stall, and said, "And what might that have to do with me?"
Raven chuckled and walked to a nearby table without answering, turning her back to Weiss and started to pour a glass of water from a carafe. Weiss looked at her back, then to the Dust blades the woman had in her scabbard, then to the window. If she could make contact with the blades, she should be able to shove a disruptor glyph onto one to destabilize it which should hopefully cause a chain reaction and buy her time to make a run for it.
Weiss gritted her teeth as she started forcefully pulling her hands out of the tight loops, nearly crying out when she felt her ligaments groan, but managed to free her hands without alerting the woman. She frantically worked her ankles out too as the glass was almost filled up and lunged towards the woman with the aid of a mobility glyph with her hand extended. Now or never.
She was almost within arm's reach of her target when she suddenly reversed direction, the woman turning around with unnatural speed and slamming her hand onto Weiss's throat, spinning her around and bashing her against the wall, too high for her legs to touch the floor.
"A valiant effort," the woman said and tightened her grip on Weiss's windpipe. She was choking and gurgling as the fingers clamped her airways shut, instinctively clawing at the hand holding her. She tried to conjure glyphs to buy herself some time, but as soon as the first appeared behind the woman, the grip grew crushing which sent white crackles into Weiss's vision and evaporated what concentration she could maintain.
"Though execution leaves much to be desired," the bandit continued and met Weiss's glistering blue eyes with her own red ones. The heiress kicked wildly as her dwindling Aura worked overtime to keep her throat from bursting under the pressure of the grip. The pain started to become unbearable and she tried to scream when she felt her body vibrate, and suddenly the hand let go.
Weiss fell onto the floor, heaving, coughing and violently shivering as her Aura shattered, too spent to maintain the protective field. Weiss swallowed, feeling exposed without its comforting presence. She had no time to dwell in that when the woman roughly grabbed her by the hair and hauled her on her feet.
Weiss looked up to meet the taller woman's eyes defiantly, trying to hide her terror. Her captor towered above her, and for the umpteenth time Weiss cursed her stumpy genes as she was yet again being loomed over. Her hackles rose when the woman started playing with the frayed edges of her dress.
"I like your spirit, snowflake. Congratulations, you passed the test." Without explaining further, she grabbed a burnt edge on Weiss's dress and violently ripped it off along with her bra, leaving her in just her singed white panties. Weiss shrieked at the exposure and the sharp pain of fabric digging into her bruised skin. Weiss reflexively covered her breasts with her hands, only to have her captor wrench her arms up by the wrists. Her breathing was quick and she was blushing furiously when the embarrassment compelled her to look to the side, the taller woman openly taking in her bare form.
"I'll give you a choice," her captor said. "You see, I want two things from you, but I can't get both at once." At that, Weiss was suddenly shoved through another portal into daylight which made her squint and inhale in shock as she saw her surroundings.
They were on a raised platform in the middle of a small plaza where dozens of people were milling about, many of them looking at her. She squeaked and futilely tried to tug her hands down from her captor's iron grip. Nobody since her nanny had seen her naked, and now she was being manhandled like a puppet for all to see. Her eyes widened when she looked around and saw that there was an empty pillory on the platform.
She heard chuckling behind her as the woman saw her reactions. "The first thing I want is strong offspring for my tribe. I've heard that the Schnee Semblance is supremely flexible." Weiss started shaking her head with a desperate "no". Her mind recoiled from the very thought of being used as breeding stock.
"I'm sure you'd learn to like it, being stuffed by an endless stream of warriors day and night. The childbirths might be a challenge with hips like yours, but we do have exceedingly skilled doctors," the woman continued in a mockingly reassuring tone.
Weiss was wrenched into a portal again, sending her back into the room and out of the public eye, making her let out a sigh of relief. The reddish-black swirling portal remained next to Weiss as the woman threw her on the floor, leaving Weiss's arms free to curl protectively around herself.
"And the other thing I want is an obedient plaything, one that is not soiled by rank-and-file on daily basis," her captor said above her. "Either you please them or you please me," she said while leaning over Weiss. "A rather simple choice," she finished and threw a black object on the floor. Weiss realized that it was a dark leather collar with a silvered nameplate on it.
"I am not known for my patience," the woman said drily. Weiss looked between the collar and the portal a few times. The choice was obvious, right? Whatever this woman could do to her couldn't possibly be worse than being reduced to... that.
Weiss dejectedly shuffled over and took the collar into her shaking hands, swallowing and fastening it around her neck when the woman looked at her expectantly.
The dark-haired woman smiled smugly and the portal winked out.
"Excellent. First lesson: you will always do exactly what I say with no hesitation. On your feet."
It took Weiss a moment to recognize the command, and she quickly shuffled to her legs. They were still trembling slightly from her lack of Aura.
"You will not speak unless spoken to. When responding, you will refer to me as either 'mistress' or 'ma'am.'"
The woman started walked around her body, appraising it. Weiss jumped when from behind she felt two calloused hands palm her ass cheeks and rip off her panties, leaving her in just the collar. She whimpered quietly as the hands travelled upwards, firmly placing her own arms to her sides and then rising towards her face.
"I assure you, being my plaything is immensely more pleasant than the alternative," she whispered into her captive's ear with husk that made her shiver. Weiss's jaw trembled as one hand settled gently on her throat and fingers pressed against her lips, pushing inside and probing her mouth. "Being my fucktoy is a privilege I can and will revoke the moment I feel you deserve it." The hand on her throat tightened slightly and Weiss gagged as the fingers pressed deeper into her mouth. "Remember that whatever I do to you is more pleasant than having your every orifice be public domain," she growled.
Weiss coughed when the fingers were removed from her mouth and gasped audibly when the wet fingers suddenly brushed against her clitoris. As much as she didn't want it, her body was getting excited. She abjectly cursed her libido as the circumstances proved to be too little to prevent moisture from beading on her lower lips as she was roughly taken by the gorgeous woman, who just now pressed close against Weiss, breathing deeply directly behind her ear.
"Regardless what happens now, you are no longer a person," she growled with some intensity as she started gliding her fingers against the slit of her terrified captive, chuckling when finding wetness. "You are a plaything to use as I please." Weiss breathed erratically when trying to resist the arousal, but ultimately could do nothing to dampen how eagerly her body responded to touch. "I do not spare a thought for my boots when I put them on, and I certainly do not spare one for your opinions when I use you. Understood?" she punctuated the question by shoving a finger into Weiss's heated sex.
Weiss's mind shorted out for a second with her mouth stuck open as the skilled fingers worked her up. Her mind was recoiling from the statements, but after remembering the pillory she managed to respond with a shaky "Yes ma'am."
The finger started pistoning into her with more intensity, periodically joining up with others to grind against her clit before dipping inside again which was enough to make Weiss hold back moans despite the tightening grip on her throat.
"What are you," came a sharp question.
"Your, y—your plaything," Weiss huffed out as shame burned her face and arousal her core.
"Plaything what," the taller woman snapped, the firm pressure on Weiss's throat suddenly becoming crushing as her captor's fingers easily dug into her now-unprotected skin. Weiss jerked as her airways were cut off again, her hands twitching to move towards her throat. She wheezed and squirmed as the pumping intensified, her hips starting to buck to meet the fingers despite the asphyxiation. She couldn't breathe at all, but she managed to choke out enough syllables to make a "ma'am."
The hand didn't let go. Weiss tried again, arching against the woman in a silenced scream with her mouth wide open, only a thin wheeze coming through. Her clit was pinched which prompted another muted yell as the lack of oxygen started to cloud her mind, finally enough for her hands to reflexively shoot up to grasp the choking grip, but it might as well have been solid steel.
The other hand was lighting up her nerves expertly, alternating between brushing against her G-spot and clit as her body spasmed from stimulation and strangulation. Her body was gyrating against the source of pleasure even as the black spots dancing in her eyes started to coagulate into large blotches which ate into her vision. Her struggles started growing weaker, first her eyes fluttering shut and finally her arms fell limp as the hand released her abused throat.
Her eyes blew open as the rush of fresh air energized her body, the abrupt return to consciousness sending her into a powerful orgasm as her mistress roughly squeezed her clitoris between her knuckles, abruptly replacing the blackness in her vision with white popping. The arms holding her let her fall, and as soon as she finished drawing a lung-splitting inhale, she let out a hoarse scream interrupted by hacking coughs and crumpled on the floor. Her hips were bucking and her passage contracting in an attempt to milk the climax for all it was worth while the pleasure coursed back and forth through her body, raising hairs and curling toes as it went.
She laid there, body heaving and twitching as tinnitus seemed to temporarily drown out everything while her oxygen-deprived brain tried to sort things out. Her break was just barely long enough for her to be disgusted by the fact that she had just orgasmed while being choked half to death, but her captor quickly cut her introspection short.
"Pretty. On your feet."
The command was the opposite of Weiss's current state; sharp and unaffected. Weiss took an unsteady breath, and by the power of the mental image of the pillory, managed to get on shaky legs.
"Hands behind your head."
Weiss obeyed, intertwining her fingers and raising her slightly trembling arms behind her head. The woman started fondling her from behind again, this time finding her embarrassingly sensitive breasts. She whimpered as the erect peaks were lightly caressed, and could just barely suppress short gasps as the taller woman started tweaking her nipples. Weiss lost her composure and let out an inarticulate noise when the fingers teased her armpit, almost making her slam her hands down.
The bandit continued teasing her for a while until one hand drifted downwards again, two fingers filling her freshly lubricated sex again which made Weiss squeak abjectly. The fingers were relentless, starting with little build-up and forcefully massaging her oversensitive walls which were still not quite finished with the previous climax. Her state was only aggravated when without warning, the mistress added a third finger into her which drew out a throaty moan, making Weiss bend forward as her walls were stretched.
She was quickly righted when the hand on her chest pinched her sharply and drove her to proper posture. Weiss's jaw trembled when the same hand started to get less cautious, tweaking her nipples with more force to draw out sounds from her. She couldn't handle the combined input, and quickly her legs started shaking as she reached the edge again.
"On your feet," came a sudden, hard voice from her captor.
Weiss barely understood the meaning before the climax hit and her thighs clamped together involuntarily when the forced orgasm lit up her nerves and squeezed out a long, high-pitched moan from her lungs, the sound degrading to a whine when the hands didn't stop. The one plundering her sex paid no heed to her urgently clenching walls which sent intense spikes of uncomfortable pleasure into her brain with every contraction, and the fingers on her nipple made sure she stayed upright while sending fire to her core.
Weiss groaned and whined as the fingers kept torturing her oversensitive body, the small noises gradually growing more distressed. Her legs trembled as she tried to withstand the continued assault, and she craned her neck backwards to hopefully sway the woman into stopping.
Bloodshot eyes met blood-red ones, and Weiss couldn't see a trace of mercy in them. In fact, the woman seemed delighted to see her like that.
Weiss grimaced and closed her eyes, only to be jolted back by a powerful pinch on her chest which guided her head back up. She sniffed and took shallow breaths, trying to ignore the agonizing echo of the climax which her captor refused to let die down. It didn't stop Weiss from being dragged to the edge for the third time, and she stumbled and let out a sob when the pleasure crested.
"On your fucking feet."
The climax hit Weiss harder than anything before, equal parts of euphoria and agony frying her brain while the fingers were busy prolonging the event. Her sex was raw and felt like someone had sanded the delicate flesh, and every contraction and uncaring finger made her body seize. She wailed, writhed and stumbled, but by some miracle remained standing when the fingers finally pulled back.
Weiss stood there, waves of the orgasm still wrecking havoc in her. She was covered in sweat and her legs trembled violently, barely supporting her body.
"Down."
Weiss exhaled gratefully and collapsed on the spot, breathing heavily.
"I think I'll keep you," the bandit said neutrally while standing over her plaything's drained body. "Although it will take a while to get you all trained up, so we better start now."