Tags: Shower Sex, Oral
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AN: Once again, omake at the end.
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Chapter 2: Expose To The Environment
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"Princess~"
Wrapped up in a thick blanket of sleep, Weiss barely heard the voice. It was easy to ignore, easier still to sink back into her pleasantly drowsy haze. Even fractionally conscious she could feel a headache pounding against her skull, and had no desire to experience the full force of it.
Unfortunately, the voice was annoyingly insistent. It called again, this time accompanied by fingers prodding her side. Weiss's face scrunched, feeling her head throb harder as she was dragged the rest of the way to wakefulness. It was quickly joined by the rest of her body, aching like she'd been hit by a car. Especially her throat, which felt a bit like what she imagined being stabbed might feel like. What in Salem's name had she done to herself?
The fingers poked her again, harder. "Princess~! It's time to wake up."
Growling- quietly, her neck hurt to much to do more- she reluctantly pushed her eyes open, squinting at the dark blur above her.
"Blake?" She rasped.
"Mmn. One. You're having a poor start, Princess."
Weiss furrowed her brow. One?
But then the memories of yesterday suddenly flooded back in, making her stiffen. The ghosts of Blake's hands pressed against her chest, her lips on her neck, her teeth in her throat, and it was enough to make her mind lurch.
Her heart thumped loudly, suddenly wide awake. Carefully, she sat up, trying to take stock of her situation. She was in bed- Blake's bed, she realized. She was achy and sweaty, and still wearing her unbuttoned shirt, though the white fabric was stained dark with dried-
Her stomach clenched, and her lips peeled back. Disgusting. She resisted the urge to try to wipe it off, quickly moving on.
Blake stood next to the bed, golden eyes watching her with a lazy sort of focus, mouth tilted in a lopsided smile. It was Sunday, Weiss remembered, and even with the curtains drawn light was streaming in through the window, telling her that she had slept in. She wondered what time it was. How much time had she already lost?
She took a moment to orient herself, breathing slowly as she organized her thoughts. Blake seemed… calmer, now. That was good. Hopefully she had settled down a bit, now that she'd had a few hours to cool off.
Either way, Weiss wasn't going to count on her generosity. She consciously unclenched her muscles, relaxing her shoulders, and tried to pull together the pieces of a plan. There wasn't much she could do to control the situation, so she would have to take advantage of whatever opportunities arose. Perhaps she could find some way to distract Blake. Just long enough for her to make a call, to someone who could erase whatever footage the faunus had gathered. Once that was done, it should only be a short time before she was free of this nightmare, still mostly intact. First, she needed to find her phone.
Well, no, she corrected silently. The first thing she needed to do was indulge in the faunus's power trip.
She swallowed, trying to get some moisture back into her mouth, wincing at the sharp ache when her throat flexed. "I'm sorry, ma'am." She muttered.
"Two."
Weiss's head shot up, looking at her with wide eyes. Blake cocked her head, meeting them levelly. "I didn't ask for an apology, Princess. You don't have permission to speak."
Weiss almost objected. Got as far as opening her mouth before catching herself. She bit her tongue to keep herself silent and glared at the floor, fuming at the unfairness of it all.
Unconcerned, Blake turned away, and Weiss tracked her as she walked across the room. The faunus was acting- different. There was none of the predatory intent behind her movements from yesterday, none of the harsh words or casual disparagement. Her tail poked out from under her shirt, curling back and forth behind her in idly in a way she'd never seen before and couldn't recognize. It put her on edge, making her wonder where the next attack would come from.
Blake opened the fridge, rummaging around for a moment, and when she emerged she was holding a bottle of water. She took a short sip, and just seeing the drink was enough to make Weiss's throat ache with thirst, feeling like it was being filled with sand. She swallowed again and ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth, dry skin rubbing against dry skin.
Blake strolled back over to the bed, and Weiss found her eyes following, stuck to the water dangling from her fingers. The faunus paused for a moment, watching her. She twitched the bottle once, and Weiss's eyes mimicked the movement before she could stop them. The faunus gave a little huff, one ear flicking with amusement, and Weiss made herself look away, staring down at the sheets. Blake extended the bottle, giving it a small shake. "Thirsty, Princess?"
Weiss nearly answered, but thought better of it. She wasn't giving Blake any more excuses to punish her than she already had. Instead she just nodded, trying not to stare to obviously. She half expected Blake to drink the rest right in front of her, or just dump it on the floor, or something else equally brutish.
So she was surprised when Blake simply unscrewed the cap and bent down, tilting it towards her. "I thought you would be. Here."
Weiss reached for it, but Blake pulled away. "Ah ah, Princess. Down." She chided, and held it up to the heiress's lips herself. Weiss felt a flush of embarrassment, along with a good helping of anger- being hand fed, like a child- but didn't object. She swallowed gingerly, trying to keep her neck from moving as much as possible. Tried not to think about Blake's lips being where hers were mere seconds ago.
The cool water soothed her burning throat, helping to smooth over the jagged edges that seemed to line the inside of it. Even the throbbing in her head softened, her pulse no longer pounding quite so hard against her skull. She was disappointed when it ended; her mouth still feeling parched even after draining the bottle. She licked at the remaining droplets until Blake pulled it away, making an amused noise in her throat. "Calm down, Princess. I'll get you another."
She did. And a third one after that. Blake waited patiently, mouth curving up into a little smile while she watched her drink, ears occasionally twitching. She held the bottles carefully so as to not spill any on her, pulling away when Weiss needed a break to breathe, bringing them back when she leaned forwards again.
Some of Weiss's hair fell across her face. She barely stopped herself from flinching back when Blake reached forward. The faunus's fingers were light when they slid across her brow, and there was an unmistakably soft look in her eyes as she tucked it behind her ear again. Despite herself, Weiss felt her breath catch at the sight.
By the time she was done, Weiss's body was tense enough to play a cord if you poked her, watching every one of Blake's movements closely. Why was she looking at her like that? What was the point of all this? What was Blake planning? She clenched her jaw, wishing that the faunus would just get on with it and stop toying with her like this.
But if Blake noticed her frustration, she gave no sign. A flick of her wrist sent the last bottle arcing into the recycling bin along with the others, and then she sat on the edge of the bed. Weiss twitched when she reached towards her, but all she did was grasp the edges of her shirt. Blake slid it off her shoulders, carefully peeling it away where it was stuck to her skin, before letting it drop to the floor carelessly.
Weiss shivered. Her bared skin tingled where the air touched it. The shirt hadn't been much, but it was still so much more than nothing. She bent forwards, raising her arms to cover herself, but Blake tutted quietly and tugged them down. "None of that, Princess. There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about."
It was enough to make Weiss pause, staring. Was that a compliment? She hardly believed her ears.
But then Blake leaned down and slid her arms under her, and then stood, lifting her. Weiss yelped, instinctively latching onto her shirt as the bed fell away. The movement sent a dull ache up through her stomach, her body still not quite recovered from last night.
Much more pressing, though, was the feeling of Blake's arm under her legs, resting against the bottom of her thighs. Blake's hand fell down, wrapping easily around her very, very naked hip. Her fingers pressed into her skin, scant inches from her unprotected sex, and Weiss was suddenly, alarmingly aware of just how exposed she really was at that moment.
Blake paused to adjust her hold and then began walking, glancing down at Weiss with a half smile. There was no strain in her expression, the act of lifting Weiss seemingly not troubling her whatsoever. "Relax, Princess. Today's an easy day."
The assurance did absolutely nothing to alleviate her. She stayed tense as Blake nudged open the bathroom door with her foot, and had to consciously unclench her hands when the faunus bent to set her down on the floor of the shower, realizing what she had planned.
Weiss fumed, pulling her legs up to her chest. Of course. She wouldn't even have the dignity of washing herself. Blake had to take even that from her.
Her hair was long enough to nearly touch her knees when standing, and sitting down it easily reached the shower floor, pooling on the tiles around her. Her lip curled in distaste. She shuffled to avoid sitting on it, pulling it onto her lap.
Once Weiss got out of this, she was going to make Blake regret ever leaving Menagerie. She was going to make her father look generous. There would be fire, and brimstone. And lawsuits. Billions of lien worth of lawsuits.
The faunus, unfortunately, failed to drop dead, remaining completely unaffected by the vicious thoughts Weiss sent her way. Blake began to hum quietly while she rifled through the various bottles on the rack, a happy little sound that felt like someone grinding a file across Weiss's ears. Before she turned it on, Blake was even thoughtful enough to detach the shower head and turn it towards the wall, so that Weiss wouldn't be splashed by cold water while it heated.
The simple action made her irrationally angry. Since when did Blake spared a thought for her comfort? What had happened to the cutting words from yesterday, the rough touches and sharp claws? To the woman who had so enthusiastically tormented her? Why was she being so nice?
It set her teeth on edge, making her tense and jumpy, wondering when it would end, when Blake would suddenly change back. Why couldn't the faunus just make up her Godsdamned mind?
Blake stepped into the shower and pulled the door shut behind her, prompting Weiss to look up from where she'd been glaring at the floor. She raised her head, turning to face her- and froze when she saw Blake standing over her, not a stitch of clothing in sight.
Of course. It was obvious. If Blake intended to wash her, then of course she would remove her own clothing. Weiss just… hadn't quite, put that together, until that very moment.
The shower was small. Very obviously- almost pointedly- not intended for two people. The water had heated to the point of steaming, and with the door closed it stayed trapped inside, turning the air warm and thick. Light bled through the glass of the door, but the water and fog dimmed it, darkening the tiny space enough to make Blake's eyes glow faintly in the shadows cast across her face.
She'd seen Blake naked before. Quite often, in fact. The faunus wasn't shy about shucking her clothes off in front of her. She had a particularly frustrating habit of spending the evenings wandering about their room mostly naked, often dozing off while sprawled out on the couch like some kind of display. Probably intentionally, Weiss suddenly realized. The fact that the faunus had known about her horribly embarrassing crush meant she'd almost certainly been doing it just to torture her.
And oh Gods, Blake had said she could smell when Weiss grew excited, hadn't she? And that she could hear her in the shower. She clutched her face in mortification, fingers digging into her skull like that would erase the memories. So many memories. How many times? She couldn't even guess. How many days had they lived together? And Blake had just sat there listening to her all the while, laughing at the stupid, desperate Schnee who'd actually been idiotic enough to request they share a room. The thought made her honestly consider going out and finding a shovel so that she could dig herself a hole to curl up and die in. Or maybe just plant her face over the drain and wait for the water to rise enough to drown her. A more dignified end than the one that awaited her here.
She heard Blake catch hold of the shower head, feeling the water with her hand. She knelt down next to her, and a moment later hot water fell on her head, cascading down. Annoyingly, it was the perfect temperature.
Blake's hands were lightly calloused, and they scraped against her skin even when her touch was soft. The faunus had been training in martial arts since she was eight years old. Weiss knew that, because she had spent the last several years studying her. The same as she had studied Ghira and Kali Belladonna, and their retainers, and her father's business partners, and anyone she would likely have to work with once she inherited the SDC.
She focused on that, running down the long list of trivial facts she knew about Blake. Her age, her birth date. Her favorite food. Her history with the various high-profile members of Menagerie's leadership. The pet pig she'd had when she was a child. Her opinions on the Faunus Rebellion, and it's impacts on the modern day.
It didn't help.
Blake's hand slid across her shoulders, gathering up her hair into a loose bundle in her palm. Her fingers dragged through it as she ran the water over it, tugging lightly against her scalp. She pulled her hand over it a few times before brushing it aside, pressing her palm flat to her back. The water ran down her shoulders in rivulets, tracing hot lines over her skin. Blake slid her hand down, spreading the water out, smearing warmth across her back, and Weiss couldn't help but shiver, squeezing her eyes shut.
She'd underestimated how this would feel. Having hands that weren't her own touching her was a profoundly different experience. She'd been to distracted, yesterday- by her situation, and then everything after, overwhelmed and unable to think. But now, Blake was warm against her side, close enough that she could hear her breathing under the hiss of the water. Close enough to count the droplets on her skin, if she wanted. To see the way the light rippled over her body as it bled through the steam. Tiny details seemed to leap out, even the lightest touch making her shiver, raising goosebumps.
And Blake did keep her touch light. There had been nothing soft about last night, Blake's hands grabbing and squeezing and clawing everywhere they went, leaving her skin burning and red for minutes afterwards. This was entirely different, a whole new type of torture that she had no clue how to deal with, set at the exact opposite end of the spectrum.
Blake's fingers traced along the ridges of her spine, calluses catching on her skin. Her hand slipped down around the curve of her waist, palm pressing into her side, curious and exploratory like she was mapping out the feel of her, the exact dimensions of her body. Weiss bit her tongue and stared down at the floor, unwilling to let the faunus see that she was affecting her. She watched the water swirl down the drain, focusing on keeping her breathing quiet, making herself pause between breaths to keep it slow.
There was a dull thump as Blake set the shower head down, collecting her hair again. Weiss held herself still when the faunus leaned over her, studiously ignoring Blake's bare chest pressing inches from her face as she reached around her, selecting a bottle of shampoo from the rack. The wrong bottle, Weiss noticed. That was Blake's shampoo. She allowed herself to feel annoyed, clinging to the spark of irritation and holding it close, trying to stoke it higher. Did she have any idea how much Weiss spent on her hair products? The least she could do was use them.
But she didn't object when Blake squeezed it onto her hair. Long fingers dug into her head, massaging the shampoo into her scalp, and Weiss couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine. Her head tingled as Blake pressed down again, rubbing softly. Cold air pressed against her without the hot water to keep it at bay, and she blamed that for the quivering in her chest, for the way her stomach tightened as if it was being stretched. Fingers sank into her hair, dragging back through it slowly hand over hand, pulling through the whole length of it before returning to the top and doing it again, careful to keep soap from running down her face. It was unfair, how good it felt. All Blake was doing was washing her hair. It shouldn't be allowed to feel this erotic.
Occasionally, Blake stopped to squeeze more shampoo into her hands. It gave Weiss a tiny stab of petty satisfaction when she heard the bottle begin to run out. She knew exactly how expensive her hair could be to maintain. Blake would be buying quite a lot of product if she planned on keeping this up.
But the faunus didn't seem to mind at all. She was entirely unhurried, stroking through her hair again and again for minutes on end, long after there was any more need of it. She tugged out any tangles or knots she found, teasing them apart so carefully she barely felt it, never rushing or becoming impatient.
When the hot water finally returned the heat chased away the chill that had settled in, making her jerk hard. Quietly, she blew out a slow breath, some of the tension easing out of her shoulders when Blake finally pulled her hands away.
And then Blake leaned past her again to grab the conditioner, and Weiss had the sudden urge to punch her.
"What augments do you have?"
The question was loud in the small space, said from only inches away, and Weiss twitched in surprise at the suddenness of it. She lifted her head a little, looking at Blake from the corner of her eye through the wet curtain of her hair. The faunus didn't pause or glance her way, continuing to squeeze conditioner onto her head.
It was voiced casually enough, but it still made her wary. "I have a lot of augments. Ma'am." She muttered, trying to figure out why she would be asking. "Dozens. I don't remember them all." That much was true. Nearly every part of her body had been enhanced in some way, whether cybernetically or otherwise. It also just so happened to serve as a convenient deflection.
Blake made a noise of acknowledgement, seeming unsurprised. "Give me the log in information for your medical profile when we get out." She ordered, still kneading the conditioner into her hair. "Your other accounts, too. And your phone and computer."
Weiss's heart plummeted. The only reason Blake had to be asking would be so that she could change her passwords. That would make things… significantly harder. The faunus was already one step ahead of her, it seemed. For the first time, it occurred to her that Blake might very well know about the cleaners as well, seeing as she was part of Menagerie's royal family.
She swallowed down the knot of despair that tried to fit itself in her throat. It wasn't a disaster, yet. She had an extra phone that she kept in her underwear drawer, an older model she hadn't bothered throwing out when she bought a new one. She would need to charge it, but it would still function well enough. She had an alternate email account, as well.
She could make this work to her advantage, even. If Blake thought she had no way of contacting anyone, she might let her guard down and give Weiss the chance to escape. She just had to wait for her opportunity.
Blake finished scrubbing her hair while she thought. "But what about individual augments?" She asked, apparently not done with her questions. "Like, say, your stomach. You remember that, don't you?"
Weiss considered lying, but thought better of it. Something like that would be to blatant to easily believe. "Yes, ma'am. It's the Full-Proof 4." Blake raised an eyebrow, nonplussed, so she clarified. "It's the most advanced model." The eyebrow remained up, and she sighed. "It can digest nearly anything and is hyper efficient, breaking down food completely and leaving no waste. Ma'am."
"Ah." Blake's face brightened in understanding and she nodded. "That's very convenient." And began to rinse off her hair, leaving Weiss to spiral as she wondered what she could mean by that.
She was pulled back to the present when Blake pushed on her shoulder, trying to make her lean back. The action sent a flash of alarm through her, and instinctively she curled up tighter, pulling her legs to her chest.
Blake tutted. "Don't be difficult, Princess." She hooked her other hand around Weiss's knee and pulled, gently prying her open like a particularly weak clam. Her arm looped around Weiss's shoulders to hold her up as she was laid back, and the heiress blew out a breath through her teeth, trying to force herself to relax.
Blake began to rinse off her front, sliding her fingers in front of the shower head to blunt the steam of water so that the spray wouldn't sting her injuries. Most of muddy stains had already washed away, and more ran off as Blake ran the water over her chest. Using a sponge, she swept away the rest, scrubbing the faint discoloration from her skin.
Blake was careful, keeping her touches gentle as she passed over the various marks she'd left on her last night. Any bruising was gone, and the welts from her nails had long faded, leaving behind only faintly reddened flesh and the occasional thin cut, already closed. Little pinpricks covered her breasts, places where her thrashing had caused the faunus's claws to break the skin. They stung when Blake touched them, but were already shrinking, and would likely be gone by the end of the day. The faunus worked at her skin with the same diligence as she had her hair, coating the sponge in soap and wiping until her skin was scrubbed new, glowing pink under the spray.
The sponge moved up, reaching her neck, the coarse material brushing the edge of the bite. Weiss flinched, and one of her hands jumped up, latching onto Blake's forearm.
Blake stilled, her eyebrows lowering as her face darkened. "Princess." She warned lowly. "Stay still."
The order dug into the hard knot of tension that had been building below her chest since she'd woke, dragging the feeling upwards, right to the surface. It finally snapped, and anger flared, bright enough to temporarily burn away her fear. Enough to make her bold, and damn the consequences. Weiss set her jaw and glared up at the faunus, spitting through her teeth. "I am capable of-"
Blake cut her off. "That wasn't a request, Princess. Five." And, finally, the warm voice she'd been using all morning was gone, vanished in an instant, replaced with sharp, cold steel. Weiss stiffened and her voice fled from her instantly, back down her throat to hide deep in her chest. Blake's hands didn't tighten, but they didn't need to. Their weight alone was enough to pin her in place. Her hold on Blake's arm weakened and her fingers slipped off, her hand dropping loosely back to the floor.
The faunus continued to watch her for another few moments, keeping her frozen. But then her eyes thawed, the hard lines of her face relaxing, letting Weiss breathe again. "Good girl."
Blake ducked in, pressing a kiss above her temple before leaning back, adjusting her hold on her. She pulled Weiss down so that she was laying back against her shoulder, cradling her with an arm around her side. The faunus's knee was under her, and in this position the full length of Blake's body was pressing against her. Her chest was nearly level with Weiss's face, and she could feel the firm expanse of the faunus's stomach under her side. Weiss shut her eyes and took a deep breath, hardening her resolve.
And then Blake shifted so that Weiss's weight slid down her thigh, until her hip came to rest pressed between the faunus's legs.
Weiss's entire body locked up in an instant, and something senseless spewed out from behind her lips, mind to full of noise to properly form words.
Blake wasn't nearly as aloof as she seemed. Weiss could feel how hot she was, the warmth seeping into her skin, accompanied by a hint of slick moisture that had absolutely nothing to do with the water falling onto them, and their damp skin stuck together, tugging with every movement.
Blake pulled her closer, wrapping a leg around hers so that they pressed together more firmly. She sighed easily, a tiny little sound of pleasure, just above her ear. Weiss could feel Blake's stomach swell as she inhaled, feel the sound vibrating in her chest, felt it wash over her hair in a gentle ripple of air. Her jaw convulsed, and a flare of pain told her she'd bitten her tongue. Her eyes were stuck to Blake's face, round with shock.
Golden eyes flicked down, meeting her own, and she couldn't look away, petrified. Weiss was so tense she trembled, and she'd twisted around at some point, turning towards her. Blake watched her, lips pulling up in a slow smirk.
She rolled her hips. Just once. The action pressed them briefly closer, rubbing Blake against her. Weiss sucked in a loud breath, her eyes blowing even wider, and her hands shot up to latch onto Blake's shoulders, clamping down. Blake's smirk grew, her eyes glowing brighter as her pupils narrowed. They dropped, sliding down to linger deliberately on her lips, and Weiss's heart jolted painfully in her chest. Blake tilted her head to the side, beginning to lean in, and Weiss stopped breathing, clenching her eyes shut, tilting her face up.
"Chin up, Princess." Blake murmured, voice just next to her ear. And pressed her fingers to the underside of her chin, lifting it up.
Hot water ran across her neck, making her wounds burn. She hardly noticed it past the thundering in her head. Weiss deflated, her breath leaving her all at once.
She bit her cheek, anger twisting in her chest, unable to tell if it was directed at Blake or herself. The faunus was just playing with her now. Like a cat, batting around its food. Blake had barely even touched her, and she had Weiss wound up tight enough to burst.
Blake dabbed at her neck with the sponge, carefully avoiding pressing to hard, circling around her wounds. Her face hovered only inches away, amber eyes intent on her throat. The intensity of their focus was enough to be intimidating.
Weiss swallowed, and saw the way Blake locked onto the motion, pupils pulsing rapidly. For a moment, she was sure the faunus would lunge. She spasmed, her leg kicking out to slam into the wall, foot flaring in pain. She barely noticed, the sensation muffled by the static filling her veins. It felt far away, like she was hovering above herself. Only watching, not participating, unable to intervene.
Blake wound a hand around to wrap her fingers across Weiss's forehead, pulling her head back. The water stung her face, filling her nose and mouth as she tried to breathe, making the air sting as it filled her lungs. She wondered, briefly, if this was what drowning felt like; this sense of hopeless desperation as darkness closed over your head, feeling escape drift further away every moment.
Blake opened her mouth wide, baring long fangs, bending low over her neck, and Weiss seized, clutching at her arm. But instead of teeth, all she felt was Blake's tongue dragging across her throat, carefully licking at the bite. Her tongue was twice as rough as the sponge, and ten times as sharp, covered in tiny hooks that latched on and dragged at her skin as it passed. It was hot, and wet, and surrounded on all sides by sharp, sharp teeth.
Weiss blew out a stuttering breath between her lips, sinking lower. Her neck ached with every stroke of her tongue, but even in her wildest delusions she couldn't trick herself into believing that was why her muscles clenched. She couldn't stop the shallow huffs that slipped free with every pass, and her head swam until her vision blurred, falling back to rest on the crook of Blake's arm. She felt strangely loose, despite the tension racking her body. Like she was drifting free, untethered. Like she might float away. What was happening to her?
Blake's other hand settled on her stomach, palm resting lightly just below her navel. Her fingers drifted across her skin in slow circles, wandering idly. Slipping along the dip of her stomach, the curve of her hip, just barely brushing the slope of her thigh, and Weiss struggled not to respond. Claws peeked out, just enough to trace lingering lines into her skin. Just enough to remind her they were there.
Weiss clenched her fists, hunching forward from the effort of keeping herself still. Blake laughed deep in her throat, and that was the moment Weiss realized she had been watching her the entire time. Golden eyes peeked up at her from under dark lashes as the faunus dragged another lick across her throat. They were bright with amusement, but a dark hunger smoldered just beneath the surface, turning them predatory. Weiss squeezed her eyes shut the moment she saw them, not daring to meet them for long. Blake's fingers moved again, dipping lower to move along the crease of her thigh; sliding and circling, but never touching. Toying with her.
She was going to destroy the Belladonnas. Prison was to good for them. She'd bring back the mines, send them to chisel stone in the damp dark caves, miles below the surface. She'd make sure they never saw the sun again.
Teeth snagged on her neck when Blake tilted her head, tugging lightly as it moved forward. The first hint of a groan slipped from her throat before she smothered it, her breaths puffing from her nose as she squeezed her lips closed until they ached. She swallowed hard, twice, locking her muscles in place to keep from moving.
"Hn."
Weiss peeled her eyes open, rolling them down to see Blake frowning at her neck, lines of displeasure around her eyes. "You have healing augments?"
Swallowing hurt, but it helped to steady her. Weiss nodded, and Blake frowned harder, brushing a thumb over the bite. "This is healing to fast. I may need to reapply it after all."
An image flashed behind her eyes, of Blake suddenly seizing her right there, pinning her to the tiles, spreading her mouth wide, teeth flashing as her head descended, sinking her fangs into her throat. Weiss spasmed, limbs jerking as her breath stuttered in her chest.
Blake licked at her neck a few more times before slowing to a stop. She let her lips rest on her throat for a long moment, pressing a lingering kiss to the bite. Then she pulled away, laying Weiss down on her back, and the heiress was to dizzy to remember to protest, sinking unresistingly to the floor.
Blake rolled so that she was straddling her hips, then straightened, rising up above her. She tilted her head, considering her, and Weiss's heart hammered in her throat.
The steam drifted in front of the faunus, swirling around her. It softened the edges of her face, and the shadows mixed with the ink of her hair and skin and the streams of water cascading around her, turning her features dark and indistinct. Except her eyes. Those damn eyes. They glowed like beacons, piercing through fog and darkness, nailing her down and making her quiver helplessly beneath her. And then Blake smiled, teeth a bright flash of white against the shadowed backdrop, and her heart stuttered painfully. Blake's ears twitched. Weiss wondered if she could hear it.
Blake tossed the sponge aside. Leaning down, she grabbed something else. Body wash, Weiss registered, right about the time Blake sprayed a pile of it onto her chest. The meaning didn't compute, didn't line up, until the faunus's hands were on her, spreading it across her breasts. She jolted, a gasp slipping free before she could control it, before she could stop herself from pushing her chest forward.
A desperate scream tried to bubble up in her throat before she shoved it back down. She took a steadying breath, steeling herself. She could do this. She refused to give Blake the satisfaction of seeing her writhe, not again. She just had to hang on a little longer. Surely, it was almost over.
Blake wasn't bothering with trying to disguise her touches anymore, openly palming Weiss's breasts as she massaged the body wash in. Her thumbs pulled across her nipples and Weiss twitched, biting her lip.
Blake slipped her hands down, settling them on her hips. They tightened, Weiss's back sliding across the wet tiles as they tugged her an inch closer, and she bit her cheek until she tasted iron, her legs unconsciously twitching wider.
The air was to thick, moisture so heavy every breath felt like she was drowning. It heated her up from the inside, making sweat bead up on her skin, only to be met by a hot cloud of steam. She couldn't help the way her breathing sped up, her lungs aching from the weight.
Blake lifted her leg, beginning to lather it with bubbles. Her hands slipped around the curve of her hip, along the inside of her thigh, slick with soap, and her chest deflated as the air left her in a rush. Still Blake didn't touch her, fingers kneading her skin as she worked her way steadily down, further away.
Maybe she hadn't noticed. Maybe the steam was affecting Blake as much as it was her, preventing the faunus from smelling her. Maybe she thought the flush on Weiss's skin was from the hot water. Maybe gas prices would drop below a lien a gallon and pigs would fucking fly, since she was dreaming of impossibilities now.
Weiss's mouth hung open as she panted, blinking up at the ceiling. She should do something, she realized. Put up some kind of protest. Kick Blake off her. Tell her to stop. Run away, maybe screaming. But her body felt so heavy, and so far away. It was like a lead blanket was draped over her, holding her down. Thoughts of escape were difficult, just then. She was frozen, Blake's hands scrambling any signals she sent to her limbs, making her movements dull and uncoordinated.
A wave of hot water washed over her, sweeping the suds away and catching her by surprise. She'd forgotten, for a moment- a long, long moment- that this was a shower. Or, a bath. Pets didn't get showers.
Blake set the shower head back into the wall, water begin to fall over them once more. Kneeling back down between Weiss's legs, her hands settled on her hips again, thumbs stroking over her stomach. She gave an experimental little squeeze, shifting her grip around to see how it felt. Weiss's mind glitched and her spine arched, pressing her shoulders into the floor. She clamped her teeth on her lip, inhaling through her nose. She could do this. She was going to do this, and damn anyone who thought she couldn't.
Blake looped her arms under her knees, pulling them up so they rested against her shoulders. With effort, Weiss dragged her head up, blinking as she tried to focus, looking down. She met gleaming amber eyes hovering between her thighs, and the arrogance burning in them was breathtaking. Blake smirked at the sight of her, tail writhing in the air behind her, letting her mouth fall slightly open. Weiss could see the white peaks of her teeth, vivid against the red of her tongue behind them. It slipped out, licking across her canines, Weiss's eyes following the motion. Blake laughed.
Weiss dragged her eyes away, forcing them up to hers. The faunus's grin widened, one eye sliding shut in a languid wink. The heiress's breath stuttered and she tightened her hands, fingers digging into the hard floor.
And then Blake's head lowered, and Weiss swore her heart ruptured in her chest.
"Oh Gods." She groaned, throwing her head back into the tiles. Blake's hair clung to her leg as her nose slid along it, and Weiss seized when she felt lips ghost across her thigh. "Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh fuck -!"
She could feel Blake's smirk against the flesh of her leg, felt the faintest touch of her teeth as her lips pulled up, and her hips jerked forward before she could think to stop them, before she even remembered she should try. "Fuck!"
The faunus laughed lowly, mouth close enough to let her feel the sound sink into her skin. "No words, Princess. I'd hate to have to punish you for this."
Weiss bit off another curse, only choked noises escaping from behind her teeth. And even those cut off a moment later, when she felt Blake's tongue rake a bright path up the crease of her thigh. It tugged at her skin, made her hair raise, goosebumps breaking out across her legs, feeling like she was being dragged along spikes. But the discomfort did nothing to stop the heat that burst to life beneath her stomach, leaving her skin tingling in its wake.
Blake moved up, and Weiss's breath caught. But the faunus bypassed her hips, pressing her lips to her stomach, just below her navel. She opened her mouth wide, sharp points of her fangs pressing against her skin while her tongue circled around, scraping as it went. Weiss clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle herself.
Blake chuckled, mouth leaving her skin as she lifted her head an inch. "You're so sensitive, Princess. Are you always like this, or is it just for me?"
Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, not meeting her gaze. Don't make me answer that, she begged. Please don't make her answer. She didn't think she could lie well enough to fool her.
Mercifully, Blake didn't seem to expect a reply. She tilted her face back down, regarding her inquisitively. "Though I suppose you wouldn't know. You've never done this with anyone else, have you?" She observed lightly, and Weiss cursed into her palm, banging her head against the floor.
But then Blake lowered her head again, and her thoughts scattered. She pressed her lips to her stomach, and then again, lower, kissing her way down, inch by inch. Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate sob bursting from behind her hand. She couldn't take this. How much longer was Blake going to keep teasing her? Why couldn't she just get it over with?
The faunus kissed her again, lips touching bare fractions of an inch from her clit. Weiss bucked, and couldn't stop the whine that slipped from her throat. The noise was loud, hardly muffled at all by her hand, reverberating faintly off the walls.
Blake paused. Her lips spread open, mouthing at her skin. She sucked some into her mouth, rolling it around over her teeth. Then they tightened, her head rising as she tugged, dragging it upwards. Weiss arched, hips leaving the ground as she followed, pressing up towards her, trembling as Blake held her there.
Finally, she let go, and Weiss sagged. Only to tense when she moved down, exhaling a stream of air over her slit. Blake huffed, the sound full of amusement. "Careful, Princess. I might start to think that you're enjoying this."
Enjoying it. As if it was even a question anymore. Like it wasn't blindingly obvious the effect Blake had on her. Like the faunus didn't know that she had her exactly where she wanted her.
At the first brush against her pussy Weiss spasmed, nearly jumping from how hard she thrust her hips forward. Blake moved down and her tongue slid forward, pressing between her lips as it dragged upwards, and Weiss choked, barely managing to stop herself from moaning aloud.
Everything was to hot, to wet. Her head swam from the force of it. She couldn't focus, couldn't think. She dug her fingers into the tiles, squeezing her eyes closed. This has already happened, she reminded herself. Blake had already… had sex, with her. This was nothing new. There was no reason for her heart to pound this frantically.
The lie was shattered mere moments later when Blake pushed forward, slipping her tongue inside her. Weiss bucked, hands jumping up to latch onto her hair.
Blake stopped, reaching up to pull her hands away, laughing softly. "Down, Princess." She smirked up at her, pressing them back to the floor. "Stay."
Weiss gnashed her teeth, pounding a fist against the floor, nearly screaming in frustration. She wasn't given time to do more though, before Blake was pushing forward again, slipping inside, forcing out a stuttering gasp.
Blake's tongue was by far the roughest thing she'd ever had in her; like sandpaper, clinging and pulling and scratching, finding the boundary between euphoric and agonizing and throttling it, crushing it into a razor thin thread sharp enough to cut bone.
Weiss convulsed as it dragged through her, her body trying to simultaneously press closer and flinch away, skin flushing with goosebumps. Blake didn't give her a choice, tightening her grip and yanking her in, pushing harder. Her tongue raked across the top of her pussy, lighting up her nerves like fireworks.
"Pull your hair over your shoulders."
It took a moment for the words to pierce the fog in her head, hands jerking up. She tugged at her hair and it fell across her chest, white strands clinging to her pale skin as they spread across her front.
Blake hummed. "Good."
The single word made her mind flood with static, her breath freezing in her throat as her body locked in place. Blake's eyes looked up at her from between her legs, smoldering like liquid gold.
The faunus explored her leisurely, a silent purr rumbling in her throat. She took the time to map her out, finding the spots that made her squirm, and the ones that made her scream, noting every one. She didn't linger long, though, always moving on before the heiress had time to recover or acclimate, keeping her off balance.
Weiss tried to muffle the noises coming from her mouth, but they were amplified by the small space, and she might as well have been screaming them.
"You can moan if you want." Blake told her. "You're allowed to enjoy yourself, Princess." Weiss hated the tone of her voice, like she was being kind. Like she was giving her permission.
Blake leaned in until she was pressed flush, her lips spread around her. Her teeth rested on her flesh, pressing harder as Blake opened her mouth wide, stretching out her tongue. The points scraped as she tilted her head, and Weiss jolted, feeling them drag across her skin. She didn't bite down, but she could, and the thought alone made her heart freeze, her breath coming tighter.
Weiss kept expecting claws to suddenly slide out, to feel teeth latch into her, but it never happened. Blake moved unhurriedly, taking her time. She was thorough, not stopping until she'd touched every inch of her she could reach, and Weiss was a soaked, writhing mess.
Only then did she finally begin in earnest. Her tongue began to move more purposefully, speeding up. It no longer wandered idly, focusing on the spots she'd found, making Weiss choke. She felt Blake's tongue swirl, and her eyes flickered as her back arched upwards, sucking in a loud breath around her hand.
Fingers probed at her entrance, prodding a few times before slipping into her, so easily it dragged a groan up from her chest. Immediately, they curled upwards, dragging along the top of her pussy, making her buck against them with a ragged cry. Blake's tongue retreated, resuming it's long licks across her lips, freeing up space for her fingers inside. It moved leisurely, pressing flat and dragging across the full length of her, setting her nerves alight with electricity.
Weiss groaned, feeling a knot stick in her throat as her eyes stung, struggling to focus. She dragged her head up, and immediately was met by golden eyes, boring into her with unwavering focus. Weiss stiffened, feeling her lungs squeeze.
"S-stop it." She choked out. Her heart tightened, despair crushing itself into her chest. She was unraveling, her resistance crumbling away by the second, and even as she clutched at the tattered remains of her resolve she felt more of it slip past her fingers, tumbling away into the black void below her stomach.
Blake's eyes brightened, sharpening as her pupils tightened into razor thin slices of jet black so dark they seemed to suck at the light around them. She thought she might fall in if she looked for to long. She could feel herself sinking, sinking, helpless to stop it, scrambling for a hold that wasn't there. A strangled sob burst from her throat, her vision swimming as her jaw tightened, her muscles aching from how hard they were clenched. "St-stop doing that. Please." Her voice broke on every word, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
She heard Blake chuckle below her, the sound rolling over her like a dark wave of caramelized despair, already dripping with victory. "Six." She rumbled, and Weiss banged her head against the floor, her hips bucking up against Blake's lips.
The faunus took that as encouragement and pressed harder, moving faster. Her tongue slipped between her lips, the tip flickering inside her briefly before withdrawing, resuming it's measured pace.
The first moan slipped from her throat, uncensored. It echoed off the tiles like a declaration, and felt like a surrender. Like a dam being breached, more followed, pouring out from her lips. She could hear her own voice saying oh Gods, Gods, oh Gods, over and over again, and she tightened her hand over her mouth, unable to stop it.
She felt more than heard Blake's snicker. The tip of her tongue flicked up, grazing her clit, and Weiss's hips bucked upwards, her moans ratcheting up another level.
It was over, she finally realized, in a dim, far away corner of her mind. It had always been over, really. Blake had won. The faunus was entirely in control and knew it; was practically flaunting it. At this point she was just dragging it out; circling her prey before going in for the kill. She pulled her tongue back through her again and Weiss arched upwards, quivering, crying out in a way that was nearly pornographic. She couldn't think, could hardly breathe. Her mind had been thrown free, thoughts running wild in every direction to fast for her to follow, leaving her spinning out of control. Blake's eyes hovered beneath her, two razor sharp spots of gold in a murky sea of black, and Weiss couldn't look away.
Lips found her clit, wrapping around it tightly, and Weiss's hips arched up off the ground as her toes curled. Then Blake sucked it into her mouth, pulling hard enough to hurt, and the heiress's legs wrapped around her head, bucking frantically against her, needy whines spilling shamelessly from her lips.
She was right on the edge. She was there, but Blake wouldn't let her go over, kept her suspended tortuously, like she could see exactly how far she could push without giving her release. She writhed, throwing her hips forward pleadingly, pressing her hands against the floor and clenching them into fists to keep them still rather than knotting them in Blake's hair again.
"What are you."
Weiss blinked rapidly, caught off guard by the suddenness of Blake's voice, struggling to drag herself out of the haze of endorphins swamping her head. "Ma- Ma'am?"
It took her a moment to remember, for the words to register. But then Blake's hands tightened, clawed fingers digging into her thighs. They yanked, dragging her over the tiles as she was reeled in, the faunus's growl rumbling between her legs.
"What. Are. You?" Blake repeated. Her voice was a low roll, several octaves deeper than she'd ever heard before. It reverberated in the air around them, filling the space like a quiet roar. Her lips brushed against her stomach as she spoke, hot breaths slipping across it like liquid sin.
Her lungs stiffened, her muscles locking up. She could barely even feel the water hitting her skin anymore, could barely see the walls and ceiling around her. All she could focus on was Blake's fingers inside her, her tongue on her lips, her hand on her leg. Her breath on her skin, her claws digging into her thigh, the way her teeth caught when her restraint slipped and the faunus got just the slightest bit rough. The world was spinning, whirling around her in an incomprehensible blur, and Weiss was hit by a sudden sense of vertigo, unable to tell up from down, only knowing that she was falling, falling, falling deeper, and she could hardly even remember why she should care.
"I'm your. Pet." Weiss gasped, her voice slipping into a breathy moan as she hunched forwards, hands clenching around nothing. "Mistress."
Blake let out a laugh, the sound dripping from her throat like black honey, drenched in victory. She closed her eyes and pressed her face to her thigh, breathing through her nose. "Say it again."
"I'm- gah!" Weiss convulsed when her tongue dragged over her again, pulling at her skin like it was trying to peel it off, ending with a sharp flick. "I'm you're p- pet. Mis- Mistress."
"Again."
"I'm you- your pet, Mi-" She cut off with a cry as lips wrapped around her clit, accentuated by just the hint of teeth, sucking the breath from her lungs. "Mistress!"
"Again."
"I'm yours, Mistress! Your pet! I'm- I'm yours!" She didn't need to be prompted again, the words continuing to tumble from her lips ceaselessly, pouring out without conscious thought. "I'm your pet, Mistress! I'm your pet, I'm your pet Mistress, your pet, yours-"
Her mistress laughed breathily. Fingers slipped inside of her, curling upwards. "Good girl."
Combined with her touch, the words made Weiss's heart stutter to a stop in her chest, her vision blurring as her senses overloaded. And then her mistress's mouth found her clit again, surrounding it and biting, teeth pressing lightly against her, and her eyes rolled back as her mouth dropped open, high-pitched cries crowding themselves up her throat.
When her climax came, it was everything she had hoped and dreaded it would be, everything and more. Her cries filled the shower, bouncing of the tile walls, echoing and bleeding together, drowning her in the sound of her own voice, desperate babbles of 'mistress, mistress' flooding her ears.
Blake was relentless, not letting up for a moment. She dragged her frantically bucking hips forward, wrapping her arms around her legs and using her weight to pin them down. Her mouth stayed fastened around her clit, her tongue lathing over it hungrily, and Weiss's spine arched up off the tiles, the noises spilling from her mouth stuttering off as her lungs clenched, unable to draw in air. But then her mistress's fingers moved again, twisting around to press against some part of her that Weiss hadn't even known existed a few minutes ago, and she sucked in an aching gasp before she screamed, clenching down around them. Her muscles spasmed, her hips jerking forward, trying to buck, but her mistress wouldn't let them, arm a steel bar across her waist, keeping her pinned to the floor.
Finally Weiss's restraint broke and her arms snapped up, latching onto Blake's head, and she didn't know if she was trying to push her away or drag her closer and never let go. She didn't have the chance to find out as her hands were torn away, caught in vice-like fingers and slammed into the ground on either side of her, a deafening snarl ripping through the air below her. Her mistress redoubled her efforts as punishment, tightening her grip on her clit, rolling it across the edges of her teeth, her tongue swirling around it relentlessly, and Weiss wailed, hips bucking shamelessly against her. The pleasure climbed impossibly higher, the pressure so intense it felt like she'd be ripped apart if it grew any more, and she almost wanted it to happen, because it might be worth dying to experience that even once, even for a second. It should hurt, she knew it should, but it didn't, there was no room for anything else, the ecstasy eclipsing everything.
Finally, when the searing white of her vision began to be replaced by spots of black, her mistress relented, slowing to a stop. Weiss gasped when she pulled back, the rush of air making her head swim, and it was only then that she realized that she hadn't been breathing. Ringing filled her ears, and her legs spasmed, stomach tensing as shocks of pleasure continued to assault her.
Blake bent her head, pressing a kiss into her stomach. "Good girl, Princess."
Her whole body was still warm and tingling, and Weiss lay back, mouth open as she panted, relishing the feeling of relief.
And then her mind began to clear, the realization coming in increments. Her breathing stuttered, becoming choked, a knot forming in her throat. Her head swam under the weight of it, a slow, murky horror beginning to seep up into her mind as the rush drained away, seamlessly taking it's place.
She didn't want to believe it. It hadn't been real, right? That hadn't actually happened. She had just… imagined everything.
But then Blake moved, lifting her head, hands sliding over her legs as the faunus rose, and it was like a bandage being ripped away, leaving her uncovered and raw.
Weiss laid on the floor, pressing her palms to her eyes. Tears swelled up behind them, and she didn't even bother fighting, just letting them roll down her face. It wasn't like they could humiliate her any more.
She sucked in a wet breath, feeling it shudder in her chest. Why couldn't Blake just be cruel? Why couldn't she just give her the dignity of being an unwilling participant in this? Why couldn't she leave her with even the illusion of reluctance? Why couldn't Weiss just hate her?
She couldn't see why Blake was bothering with a contract. Clearly, she didn't need one to make Weiss do whatever she wanted.
The water cut off. Soft hands slipped around to cradle her face, calloused fingers wiping away her tears. "Shh, Princess, shh. It's alright." Blake murmured, and Weiss felt her move closer, hair falling to brush against her as she leaned over her. "You don't have to be ashamed. You did nothing wrong."
Weiss shuddered hard. The words were like salt on the wound. Her own weakness, ground into her face. Another sob burst out of her.
Blake tugged at her, pulling her around so that her head was cradled in the faunus's lap. She made soothing noises, fingers brushing slowly over her face as she swept her hair back, and Weiss shuddered again, jaw spasming as it clenched.
"Please." She whispered. "Please. Just leave me alone."
Blake stroked her thumb along her cheek again, shushing her quietly. "I've been very generous, Princess." She murmured, achingly tender. "But I can't keep ignoring when you break the rules. That's seven. Don't make it eight."
She actually sounded like she meant it. Like the thought of punishing her would make her upset. Like this all wasn't some twisted game to her, one where she made all the rules and Weiss was nothing but her toy. A toy she didn't seem all that concerned about breaking.
She didn't resist when Blake tugged her hands away from her face, letting them drop to the shower floor. Thankfully the faunus didn't tell her to open her eyes, allowing her to keep them shut. She didn't think she could bear to meet Blake's gaze just then.
She was pulled upright, Blake levering her up so that Weiss was sitting between her legs again, leaning against her chest. Her head fell to the side to rest against the faunus's shoulder. She left it there, to defeated to care about how it looked, or what Blake might think of the gesture.
There was a pause as Blake shifted about, and a moment later she felt a brush touch her head, hard bristles combing over her scalp. She shivered, a tiny trembling across her shoulders, and her next breath came out in a sigh. She was already to full of embarrassment to feel any more from this, and she was to tired to try to keep up the pretense. It felt nice, and if admitting that brought with it a flush of shame, it was hardly a drop in the bucket compared to everything else, and was easily ignored. The feel of the brush passing through her hair was soothing, and with her eyes closed she could feel herself begin to drift. She hoped Blake would let her fall asleep.
The gentle repetitions quickly lulled her into a pleasant doze. Despite everything, the sound of Blake's purring was calming. Like a happy cat, curled up next to her ear. She focused on that sound, letting it drown out everything else.
She didn't bother trying to track how long Blake spent brushing her hair. Eventually, she realized that she had stopped, putting the brush aside and wrapping her arms around her, just letting Weiss rest against her, throat rumbling softly as she rocked gently. She wasn't sure what to think about this strange new behavior of Blake's. So she decided not to think about it at all, pushing the question away in favor of letting herself sink deeper.
After some time, Blake's rocking slowed to a stop. Her hand moved, thumb rubbing circles around her temple. "Princess." She murmured. "We have to get up." Weiss didn't respond, only turning her head to hide her face in her shoulder, and Blake made a low note of amusement. She called again, louder. "Come on, Princess. We're almost done. Just a few more minutes and you'll be able to sleep."
Stubbornly, Weiss kept her eyes closed. It was possible she'd be punished for it, but she thought it would be worth it, if only she managed to lose consciousness for a while.
Apparently Blake was in a particularly good mood, however, because she didn't seem inclined to call her out for her minor rebellion. She gave her a gentle shake instead, trying to rouse her. "Princess." She said, her voice growing a touch firmer. "It's getting late, and I have to go soon. It's time to get up."
She had to go? Blake was leaving? Weiss stirred at that, feeling a trickle of hope. If Blake left her alone, this might be her chance.
The thought revived her, enough to lift her head. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting until they cleared, meeting Blake's. She smiled. "That's it, Princess. Just a few minutes and we'll be done." She patted her head once more before standing. The movement jostled Weiss, and she realized she had still been leaning against her. She straightened up, sliding a few inches back until she hit the wall.
Cold air rushed in as Blake opened the door, stepping out. Weiss heard a cabinet open, Blake rustling around inside for a moment before closing it again, and then she reappeared at the door, holding a small medical kit.
She knelt down in front of her, touching the bottom of her chin with the pads of her fingers. "Lift." She murmured, the soft tone not disguising the order for what it was. Weiss tilted her head back, wincing a little as the raw flesh on her throat stretched.
Blake dabbed antibiotics onto her neck. Weiss considered telling her she didn't need to- she would have to literally bathe in bacteria before any infection even had a chance of getting past her augments. She couldn't bring herself to care, though. Not enough to actually do anything.
When she was done Blake wound a bandage around her neck. Also unnecessary. Her wounds were likely already clotted. Once again, though, she didn't correct her. She doubted Blake would care, either way. It seemed the faunus became quite doting, post-coitus.
Weiss breathed deep, letting it out in a slow rush. A small amount of her previous determination returned to her, and she straightened up, raising her head slightly from where it had been hanging. The shame hadn't lessened, exactly, but it had softened, enough that it wasn't quite so crushing and she could do something besides just wallow in it
Finished with the bandage, Blake stood, prompting her to follow with a gentle tug on her hair. Weiss began to stand, but a hand on her head stopped her. "Ah ah, Princess." Blake admonished. "Pets don't stand, do they?"
Weiss slumped back to her knees, and then further, falling forward until her face was pressed against the tiles. It was disgusting, her face touching the bathroom floor, her hair spreading out around her. But she couldn't find the energy to care. She curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her stomach and clenching her eyes shut. Her chest shuddered again, and a sob caught in her throat.
Godsdamnit. Just like that, she was cut down again. All of her carefully gathered resolve crushed in an instant with all the effort of swatting a fly, amounting to nothing.
She couldn't keep doing this. She couldn't bear it. As soon as she thought she'd hit the bottom, Blake found a way to crush her even further. How much deeper would she sink, before the faunus was done with her?
Fingers curled around her hair, tugging gently as they pulled back through it, trying to get her to raise her head. "Shh. It's alright." Blame murmured. "Come on. You can do it."
Weiss trembled, curling tighter, and Blake sighed, long and low. She knelt down beside her, pressing a hand between her shoulders. "This is only as hard as you make it, Princess." She told her quietly. "I promise it won't be as bad as you think." She stroked her hand across her back, smoothing over tense muscles. Once it reached her hip she slipped it around her side and lifted, softly but insistently pulling Weiss up. "Now come on. We're almost there."
Weiss let herself be lifted, not protesting as she was set on her hands and knees. And, when Blake stepped away, she followed, crawling along behind her, keeping her head low so that her hair fell over her face.
Blake led her back out into the room. Heading towards Weiss's desk, she dropped down into the chair in front of her computer, tapping the keyboard a few times to wake it up. A moment later she swiveled around.
"Princess." She called. Weiss didn't respond, so she bent down and took her chin with her fingers, lifting her face to meet her gaze.
"You're computer, Princess. What's the log in?"
Dutifully, Weiss told her, along with every other thing the faunus asked. It was quite a thorough list. Everything from her phone to her social media profiles were covered, and she could only watch as each of her passwords were changed, one after another. Blake also looted her wallet, along with the pin codes to each of her debit cards and her bank accounts. Weiss really shouldn't have been surprised. Just because the faunus hadn't shown an interest in her money yet didn't mean she didn't have one. Why not, when you had a Schnee under your heel?
By the time Blake was finished Weiss's fledgling plan was already in tatters, nearly every avenue she had for making contact with anyone outside these four walls methodically stripped away. The only hope she had left to cling to was her extra phone that Blake didn't know about. She also had a log in for the school's computers she remembered, which Blake seemed to have forgotten. Though, she wasn't sure how useful that would be. She would have to get away from Blake to use it; something she was beginning to realize was going to be far more difficult a task than she'd imagined at the start.
Blake shut off the computer and stood from her desk, stepping around her with a murmured 'Good girl ', trailing fingers across Weiss's head as she passed. There was a dull thump, and a bag rustled somewhere above her.
"Here. I brought you breakfast. Or lunch, I suppose."
Weiss left her eyes on the floor, uninterested. Then froze when she heard hard pellets rattling against metal, immediately recognizing the sound. Her head jerked up.
Blake was holding a small bag of dog food, her arm buried elbow deep inside. Pulling it out a moment later revealed that she was holding a bowl, using it to scoop up the food. She held it up to her eyes and rattled it, seemingly measuring the amount, before shaking a bit back into the bag and holding it up again. Satisfied, she turned and set it on the ground.
Weiss stared at it, horror slowly creeping over her.
She hadn't thought- she'd known Blake hated her, but she'd never imagined her disdain ran so deep. Weiss hadn't thought she would go so far. She began to shake, unable to look away.
"No." The whisper slipped out without permission. Without looking, she could feel Blake's lips turn down. She barreled onwards before she had time to scold her, knowing she was only digging herself deeper but unable to resist trying. "Mistress, I can't- please. I can't eat that-"
"Eight." Blake said, effortlessly cutting through her pleading. "Nine, I suppose, for lying. I don't like being lied to Princess. You already told me you could eat this."
She flinched, mind flashing back to their conversation in the shower. Was this why Blake had been asking about her stomach? 'Hyper efficient', were the words she had used, Weiss remembered. And it was true. Her stomach was so good at gathering nutrients that she could eat nothing but tree bark for months and still be perfectly healthy. Food of any kind- even dog food- was more than enough for her to live on. Forever, if she had to.
The thought struck her like a blow, making her flinch. 'Forever'. This would be her life forever, if she didn't find a way out.
Her breathing came harder, and her vision blurred. Still she couldn't look away from the bowl. Such a small thing, but it filled her with more dread than anything else ever had. Her lungs squeezed up around her heart until her chest ached, and the ground seemed to rock beneath her. It was another blow, the pathetic dregs of her pride ground another few inches into the dirt. She didn't know how many more she could take.
Blake bent down, dropping a hand on her head. "Eat, Princess. You'll be hungry if you don't."
She wouldn't. She could go days without becoming hungry. Her body was so efficient that she only truly needed to eat once or twice a week.
But it was clear that it wasn't an offer. Robotically, Weiss bent forward, lowering her head until it hung over the bowl, staring down into it.
Her hair fell forward, landing in the food. Distantly, she felt a twinge of disgust. This close, the smell filled her nose, and she barely resisted the urge to gag.
Weiss swallowed hard, wrestling with herself. She opened her mouth, leaning down- and then jerked away, turning her head to the side and gagging loudly. She probably would have thrown up, if she was still physically capable of it. As it was, her stomach clenched like it was trying to seal itself, to prevent the food from entering it.
Blake's foot entered her vision, nudging the bowl closer with a toe. "It's alright, Princess. I know this seems hard now, but you'll get used to it soon."
Gods. Weiss clenched her eyes shut, a tremor running through her.
She had plans. Ambitions. She was going to take hold her company, repair the damage done by her father, build ties with Menagerie, wipe away the stains he had left on their family's name. She couldn't just stay here, like this. It couldn't end here, before she even had the chance to start. She was going to fix things. She was going to change the world.
She was going to eat that dog food.
Blake nudged the bowl at her again, growing impatient. Taking a rattling breath, Weiss tried once more. Again, her throat closed up, but she didn't stop. Trying to avoid touching it as much as possible, she leaned down and took a few pellets into her mouth.
The taste was awful. Like someone who had never tasted meat before had tried to mimic the flavor with whatever was around, but then gave up halfway and used sand to fill in the blanks. She choked, trying to swallow, and it felt like gravel going down her throat.
Blake crouched down next to her. She stroked a hand over the heiress's hair, pulling it back so it was out of the way. "There you go, Princess." She praised. "It's not so bad, is it?"
Tears stung her eyes as Weiss hunched over the bowl, slipping off her face into the food as she forced herself to take another bite. She barely managed to hold back a sob as the dry pellets crunched under her teeth, filling her mouth with powder, sharp and bitter. She had to get out of here. She just had to.
Blake stroked a hand over her hair again, before letting it rest atop her head in what was likely a woefully misguided attempt to comfort her. Weiss took another bite, larger this time, trying to hurry. She chewed fast, but that only made the taste stronger. She coughed, gagging, but made herself swallow instead of spitting it out.
Mercifully, Blake hadn't given her much food, and it only took a few more bites to finish. Some pellets remained scattered around the bottom, and at Blake's urging she licked them up, not stopping until the bowl was clean.
When she was done Blake removed her hand from her hair, and Weiss lifted her head. At some point her breathing had evened out, her choked gasps fading away, and her eyes had dried. She was to numb for tears. She sat on her heels and stared ahead at nothing, mind strangely quiet. She wondered if it was over yet.
Blake stood and wrapped her fingers around Weiss's head, pulling it towards her so that it was pressed to her thigh. Weiss just blinked once and didn't resist, letting her weight shift until she was leaning against the faunus's leg.
"Well done, Princess." Blake said. "You're doing so well." Fingers trailed idly over Weiss's temple, smoothing her hair back. "It'll be easier once you accept this. One day, you'll see that being my pet doesn't have to be a bad thing."
Weiss shuddered, clenching her eyes. She didn't want to imagine a future where that happened. Where she gave in, and actually grew accustomed to a life like this. Gods, she couldn't bear it.
Blake stepped away, but Weiss stayed where she was, hunched forward, knuckles tightening around nothing on the floor. She didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to go home. Even if she hated the family manor, at least she knew that she could always just lock herself in her room and be ignored.
The sound of something scraping over the floor made Weiss open her eyes, looking up. Blake was pulling out a small metal box next to the door that she hadn't noticed before. With a grunt, the faunus lifted it, carrying it further into the room near the wall, out of the way, and as she turned Weiss saw a flash of bars across the front.
Blake set the dog kennel down with a heavy thud, straightening with a sigh and dusting of her hands. "I borrowed this from Yang. Usually she keeps it for her dog, but he's not here right now, so we can use it until you get your own."
That absurd little cybernetically enhanced corgi Ruby was always fawning over? Weiss stared at the crate, exhaustion sinking down into her every bone, unable to muster up any emotion at seeing it. Of course Blake would get her a cage. Why would she expect anything else.
Blame beckoned, and Weiss just crawled towards her obediently. The inside was bare, without even a towel for padding, and so small Weiss wasn't sure she could fit inside. Blake seemed to think she would, and at her coaxing Weiss turned and backed into the cage, squeezing herself in.
She did fit, just barely. She had to hug her arms and legs to her chest, and even then she needed to tuck her face into her knees to get her head all the way in.
The door closed behind her, locking with a loud 'click'. And just like that, her last hope turned to ash. She wouldn't be getting out of here until Blake let her out. Possibly she could break the walls, but she doubted it. The whole crate looked to be constructed of solid steel- likely required, to contain that insane little dog.
Apparently, she had been wrong. Blake could keep her locked up forever.
She heard Blake crouch down, and a moment later fingers slipped through the bars, brushing over her head. "I'll be back soon, Princess." She told her, voice soft. "It shouldn't take long. Try to get some sleep. I'll let you out when I get back."
The faunus paused for a moment, falling silent. Waiting for a response, or maybe just admiring her prize. Weiss didn't care either way. She just wanted her to leave.
Eventually, Blake rose, and the heiress heard her quiet footsteps retreat across the room. The door opened, then clicked shut, and silence fell.
Seconds passed. Weiss half expected the door to slam back open, or for Blake to suddenly appear outside her cage again, revealing that she had never left at all, that this was all just an elaborate trick to catch her off guard. But the silence stretched on unbroken, and when it continued to fail to happen she gradually relaxed.
Part of her still couldn't believe that Blake was actually gone, but there was little she could do to check- she could only see her legs and the inside of the cage from her angle, and when she tried to lift her head it immediately hit the bars. She was already touching the back of the cage, so moving further away wasn't an option, and she only managed to stretch her legs out maybe two more inches before the were stopped by the wall. Defeated, she let her head fall.
"Godsdamnit." She whispered.
She gave up. Inside the cage was dark, and the metal was cold. She curled up on the floor, hugging her legs as best she could. Shutting her eyes, she tried to quiet her mind, doing her best not to think about anything.
The room was empty and quiet around her. She was finally alone, for the first time since this ordeal began. This was the chance she'd been waiting for. She should be planning, attempting escape, finding a way out of this whole mess. But at that moment, she was just to tired to really care. She'd been wrung out, all of her resolve scraped away, leaving her hollow. She would try again tomorrow. Right now, all she wanted to do was rest.
Blake didn't return. With no way to measure the time, she wasn't sure how much had passed. Twenty minutes, maybe. Deciding it was pointless either way, she stopped wondering. It wasn't like she could do anything with the information, anyways. She shifted a few times, trying to find some way to pillow her head, before giving up and settling down, focusing on slowing her breathing.
Visions of glowing golden eyes and black hair danced behind her eyelids, and she flinched, trying to block them out. But that only opened the way for the memories of long fingers caressing her skin, of a rough tongue and soft lips, and her own cries echoing in her ears.
Fighting the memories did nothing to stop them, only exhausting her further. Eventually she surrendered, giving in and just letting her mind wander however it wanted. Phantom hands slid over her legs, and hot breath washed over her neck, sharp teeth surrounding her throat. She whimpered and curled tighter, hoping against hope that her imagination would eventually grow tired of tormenting her.
Finally, at some point, she drifted off to sleep, with the sound of Blake's voice crooning "Princess~" still echoing in her ears.
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"Dog food, Belladonna? Really?"
"I- sorry? I thought you were alright with it!"
"Cheap dog food. Did you just grab the least expensive kind you could find?"
"Well. Yeah. What difference does it make?"
"Stale, off-brand, burger-flavored dog food. You have access to a Schnee bank account, Blake. Most people would literally kill for that. Billions of lien at your fingertips. You couldn't just spend a little extra to get something with a bit of actual quality to it?"
"…Is that what the problem is?"