Field Trip 2: The visit

The trip on the bus had been nerve racking for Weiss. She had obeyed perfectly, trying her best to keep Ruby happy. She had lost the battle of wills, and it had been much easier than their first time together. Maybe it was because of that loss. When you knew you had no chance it becomes a lot harder to fight through to earn some sort of victory.

The trouble was that tens unit though. More specifically it had been the taped wires that connected the electrodes to the unit. There was a section of wire that went above her corset, allowing it to move unexpectedly. It had become a constant reminder of its presence, and the power Ruby had.

One of the stipulations she had insisted on had been no doing anything that would make them stand out, and she trusted Ruby to follow that limit, but her brain came up with scenario after scenario where it happened anyways.

For example, what if Ruby thought they were alone, allowing for its use. If someone happened to come in at the wrong time...

A bigger worry is the same situation, but instead of someone showing Weiss couldn't keep her voice inside. What if it became loud enough to bring in a group of people to be sure she was okay? As sensitive as she was, and as aroused, it is possible that Ruby would misjudge the intensity. She thought that it might have already happened as Weiss came in their room, drawing Jaune's attention, so the fear was very real.

Even though she had complete trust in Ruby, some small evil part of her brain thought about what would happen if she didn't honor that limit. Oh god, if she did it in the middle of a mall...

And while the fear continued unabated, it wasn't the worst part. It was the confusion. Why was she so turned on? The more people her mind came up with seeing the worse (better) the reaction.

"Oh come on Weiss, come enjoy the scenery with me!" Ruby called cheerfully. Anyone watching would never notice the difference from her usual exuberance. Only Weiss could possibly know that had been an order.

"Of course," she replied. Had her voice been too stiff? Did her nerves show? Could it be possible one of the other passengers recognized the difference? What would she tell them if they asked if anything was wrong?

Damn it, I got to get my mind to stop! Weiss yelled at her self. These thoughts are going to drive me insane otherwise.

"Yay! It makes the view better!"

Normally Weiss would have some retort about her not staying still, or a waste of time because they'd seen it all before (not that it really was, she loved the cuddling too) as she went ahead and did it despite her protests, and Ruby would simply smile knowing it was all pretense. But was that allowed now? She couldn't decide.

What the hell. She already had one punishment coming to her later, and it wasn't like she could punish her now without it being obvious.

"Well, there's the shopping district, it hasn't changed. There's town square. Nope, no different. Oh, maybe the park... What do you know, it's the same as well," Weiss bantered, her retort longer than normal. There was a thrill to it she couldn't quite explain. "When will you get tired of seeing the same thing over and over?"

While her words said one thing, her actions said another as she leaned back into Weiss's embrace, her expression one of utter contentment. For the moment at least her thoughts had given up on doomsday scenarios. It was where it would normally be on any normal excursion.

Weiss and Ruby stayed in that embrace, silently enjoying the other's presence the rest of the trip into town. When they landed however Ruby gave Weiss a hug and a kiss. It was a very passionate kiss, and a long one. Weiss couldn't analyze why it was so much more than normal. She was too busy being distracted by Ruby's right hand which had landed right on top of that wire. It was definitely on purpose, as Ruby rubbed her back, rolling the wire and reminding her of what could happen if she chose.

It worked, as Weiss's mind instantly went back into doomsday mode, and the instant arousal made her swoon unexpectedly. Ruby had expected it though, her arms tightened to be sure she didn't fall so much as an inch and give away there was something else at play to the other students.

"I'll never let you fall," Ruby whispered softly, her love undeniable as it always was with those five words. Of every reaction and impulse that had happened since the day she had first heard them it was the one she completely understood. That feeling of love and protection only added to the feelings of arousal she couldn't escape though as they flanked her battle against the evil thoughts that inexplicably excited her.

Quietly Weiss replied, "You know what you're doing to me right now, and you are absolute evil for it."

Ruby let go as Weiss regained the use of her knees. "What? We're supposed to be going out and having fun while I pleasure you. How can that be evil?" Ruby asked as the last passenger left.

Reflexively Weiss looked over the entirety of the plane's cabin taking note on anyone hiding in the shadows or behind a seat as one of her nightmare scenarios became possible. Mercifully it was empty.

"Come on Weiss, you know I wouldn't make that silly of a mistake."

Her rational mind knew that without question. Ruby was good at what she had been trained for. Her irrational mind wasn't listening to that voice though.

"Come on, let's go. There's a couple of people we need to visit," Ruby continued, letting the matter drop.

Weiss had no idea who the people she wanted to visit were. Ruby had been quiet and vague when answering her questions about their outing until Weiss gave up. It didn't matter. She was going to follow the order as this day long scene had dictated.

Still, visiting people had surprised her. Who could she know in town that Weiss wouldn't know as well? It couldn't be from before her time at Beacon. She hadn't been in Vale's mainland before then. The only other people she might know that Weiss didn't all were up on Beacon's grounds from their rare times they were apart.

They walked for several miles. Ruby's family couldn't afford a car, and Weiss's had technically been owned by her family's company and had been taken back the day after being disinherited. Thinking about it normally brought some of her depression back.

Not that day. That day she was too busy being reminded of every eye that passed them, wondering if anyone ever guessed she had a sex toy on her and ready to use. They couldn't of course, but again that evil voice wouldn't be silent. The wire was almost an annoyance. She was itching to rip it off her body regardless of the consequences.

Eventually they reached their destination. It was an unassuming house. Being near the heart of the city it had been built upwards as the space available had left no choice but give it a small footprint.

"This man is Dominant, and it will be obvious," Ruby said before approaching the door. "He lives and breathes the lifestyle, and he has three full time slaves living with him. He won't try to Dominate you though. He will know you are mine and he isn't the type to poach. I wouldn't bring you here if he was."

Slaves? Did Ruby think of Weiss as a slave? Was that what she was being 'trained' for? And why does this man have three? No matter how submissive the jealousy would be impossible to keep in check. Once again she was confused by the mores of this lifestyle. A lifestyle she already knew, deep inside, that she didn't think she could ever leave.

It wasn't even about the sex that fueled her desire to commit to this lifestyle, though that had already proven to be mind bending, maybe even addictive. It was how her heart felt during a scene, and how it opened up to everyone after. It was because of the trust that was reinforced each time between the two lovers as they delved into their depravity. It was something she simply hadn't come to fully understand but completely accept.

Weiss was grateful for Ruby's warning though. It honestly surprised her that it had been delivered given Ruby's evil ways that day. This little outing was definitely getting her Mistress's proverbial, and not so proverbial, juices going.

Ruby knocked on her friend's door, Weiss still trying to understand how such a normal looking house in a normal looking neighborhood could house the deviant her mind insisted on painting this man as.

"Remember, behave here," Ruby said as they waited, Ruby again reminding her of the wire, and what it was attached to, by patting her back where it lay.

Damn, I almost had tuned it out too, She thought, looking at Ruby's face and seeing the tell-tale smile. And she knew it!

The wait was short, and the man who answered was well dressed as if he was ready to go to a fancy night club. He wasn't anything spectacular to look at otherwise. Dark hair, well combed. Clean shaven, but the face it allowed her to see was nondescript. He had a bit of a belly, and was at least twice her age. He definitely wasn't trained to fight like they were. Weiss decided he posed no threat to her if she needed to fight.

"Ah, Mistress Ruby," he said, using the title but not submissively like Weiss would. From him it was as if they were equals. They were equals she realized. Each was a Dominant, and both were being respectful as they acknowledged that role.

"Master Zen, may we come in?" Ruby replied cheerfully.

"Of course." He looked past Ruby's shoulder at Weiss, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly and the confidence she saw in them eclipsed what she'd seen in her Mistress's confident gaze at her best. Involuntarily she lowered her eyes to avoid that gaze, and stepped backwards. In a physical fight she was the better, but it wouldn't matter. Unless she knew he was going to hurt her she didn't doubt he could control her.

He wasn't Ruby's equal after all. He was her superior, as someone with his obvious experience should be. The use of her title was simply acknowledging Ruby's preferred role and his acceptance that she had earned the right to use it.

Ruby entered the house. When Weiss's feet refused to follow she looked back and beckoned with a single curled finger. Ruby's eyes may not have been equal to Master Zen's, but it was more than enough to move Weiss past her shock.

"You are a lucky woman Ruby. Your slave already shows the promise for greatness," the man said, speaking of her like she wasn't there. Weiss bristled at the insult. Accepting this as a continuation of the scene she didn't say anything though, trusting in Ruby. Trusting her Mistress to protect her.

Smiling, Ruby corrected her friend. "Oh, she isn't my slave. She's too much of a brat for me to ever think of her like that, and I'm fairly sure she'd kill me if I tried. She is a good pet though, mostly."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Ruby confirmed. "Today we're just going around town before heading to the club. I thought I'd introduce her to a few people and maybe check out some of your stuff. We ain't got room for any of it yet, but after graduation we will."

That partially mollified Weiss, though she still didn't like being ignored like this. It was degrading. It wasn't the first time, but it was different here. It wasn't Ruby. It didn't have the same feeling of ownership Ruby's words created. This felt humiliating instead, and she hated it.

Should she use her safe word? Was the feeling bad enough? Yes she decided. Ruby wouldn't want her to suffer, not like this. When the suffering became too much she might lose her temper, and then things would really go badly. "White Rose," she whispered nervously.

"Give me a second Zen," Ruby said immediately.

He didn't seem to give the interruption a second thought. "I know a safe word when I hear one. I'll be in the back setting up a few things I think you'll enjoy seeing."

Ruby didn't seem to be listening though as she turned around and hugged Weiss instantly. "I'm sorry," she whispered in her ear. "I've never treated you like that, and I didn't think about how Zen would react," Ruby continued, proving she understood exactly what had caused her to halt the scene.

"I think if it was just you it would've been okay, but he's a stranger." She was fighting back unexpected tears. This game was freeing, but it could also open up old wounds that had never healed right, if at all. With her being recently disinherited she realized this man's treatment reminded her of her father. It wasn't exactly like the dispassionate interactions of her father that left her feeling unwanted, but it was close enough. The feelings of abandonment and loneliness he had always engendered in her were still there waiting.

Oddly, using the safe word brought her relief, not just from the current pain, but from the pain of those memories. Thinking on it, she realized it made her feel empowered. She was in control now, and it reinforced she could be in control again if she ever ran into her father. At least, that was part of it.

Huh, BDSM as therapy. Who would have come up with that one? Weiss asked herself, then sobered. Probably a lot. I doubt I'm the first to experience this.

"I'll set him straight, okay?" Ruby asked, her concern evident, as well as a bit of guilt.

Nodding, Weiss smiled with relief. "Thank you Ruby."

"No prob," she smiled back. "Thanks for using the safe word." That was one of the constants with Ruby. She never failed to reinforce that using the safe word was okay when she felt the need to use it. Not that the need happened often. "Lets go before he wonder's about us, if you're ready to start the scene again?"

"I think so."

Ruby did exactly that when they returned to Master Zen. When he understood that this was an informal scene with no real evident Dominance he apologized for his treatment directly to Weiss, and even reiterated to her that he thought she was going to be something special and her Mistress was lucky to have her.

He introduced them too his 'toys' up for sale immediately after. They were all hand crafted by him, and the workmanship was remarkable. Some didn't take much imagination on what they were for. The giant X, for example, gave her shivers when she thought about how it would feel to have the cuffs at at the tops and bottoms of it holding her still.

Then there were ones she couldn't grasp, like the triangular column set vertically with one of the triangle's edges pointed toward the ceiling. It was on two legs to suspend it about waist high. Would she be bent over it? That didn't seem to be something worth getting for something so simple. And the price on it was high enough to confirm that reasoning.

Most were various ways to hold her down that would force her to get or receive pleasure and like the cross she couldn't stop picturing herself in them. A few of them she guessed was meant for making her serve as furniture. It had taken a few of them before she caught on to that fact, but when she saw a normal chair seat and back with a spot cut in the front for someone's head it was very clear.

There was one that was unusual. The placement for the feet and wrist cuffs were all next to each other on one end of a platform and it was a given for what their purpose was. On the other end was a hole going inside the platform, with the platform itself elevated about a foot off the ground and fully enclosed. When she realized that whole was for someone's head, her mind filled in the position this would force someone into, blind to what was going on outside and how she would obsess on every muffled sound she could hear. She wasn't sure if she was turned on or scared at that thought.

While he showed them around, explaining a few of the pieces of 'furniture' and demonstrating by pushing and shaking a few of them to prove the workmanship was sturdy, Master Zen continued to treated her with respect as an equal. The three 'ladies' helping him however he treated like shit. If they weren't obviously enjoying it she'd have been tempted to knock him out.

They all wore corsets made of leather, designed to hold their breasts up, but uncovered, boots going to thigh level, and impossibly long stiletto heals, and leather cuffs on wrists, biceps, and ankles. There was a belt that matched the cuffs, all of them with four D rings that would make tying them down simple, and with a small padlock to keep them in place. Around their necks was a metal collar. Unlike hers it looked to be screwed in on one side and hinged on the other, making it more or less unremovable. Permanent. The style was simple and undecorated. While it would raise a few eyebrows in public there was nothing that could be considered offensive or inappropriate. How they hid the rest she couldn't guess.

The eerie part was their silence. They reacted to all of Master Zen's commands instantly, but none of them spoke a word to anyone. Most times they didn't even get orders as they completed various tasks before they could be given, smiling each time when they knew they had pleased him. Their eyes weren't blank, like they were being manipulated into vapid servitude, and there were no marks, not even crop marks on their exposed butts, something Weiss herself couldn't claim that day.

He used them as props, demonstrating several of the devices around them. She shuddered when one was stretched out on a rack as her joints popped. All the slave said though was "Thank you Master," as the two other slaves released her. Her voice sounded unusually loud after her previous silence, even though she said it as a whisper.

One apparently misbehaved somehow. Weiss didn't see anything done out of place, well more out of place than the entire scene at least, that would warrant punishment, but punished she was; forced into a device that simultaneously used a dildo on her, and tugged on her nipples to an unreasonable amount. Neither moved on their own, but the position it forced her into made it not matter as she involuntarily tried to find comfort. Given how much she hated nipple clamps Weiss was glad she wasn't his slave, aside from the hospital bills that would rack up each time she beat the hell out of him.

Ruby herself didn't seem disturbed at all, even smiling as the three were humiliated. For the first time she saw, really saw, Ruby's dark half fully. Even to that point she had thought of Ruby as innocent. Even in the most extreme scene they had shared there had been an undeniable undercurrent of love and caring. Of protection and aggressive defense of her. Even then Ruby had nothing but the purest of intentions.

But Ruby wasn't innocent, and she couldn't deny that when she saw that smile. Ruby was enjoying herself. She enjoyed this sick display and humiliation of someone else. Slaves, they were fucking slaves! Who could enjoy this that wasn't a monster? Who could take this abuse and still have that look in their eyes? Stockholm syndrome. That's the only explanation her mind could come up with.

It made her sick as she saw that side of her girlfriend. She tried to accept Ruby's actions as proof that there was nothing wrong there. She wasn't entirely sure she believed that truth, as she felt her body begin to shiver in revulsion. Master Zen noticed, but didn't comment beyond a knowing smile. Ruby noticed as well, but her expression was of worry until Weiss produced a strained smile and a nod to indicate she was okay. She wasn't okay, and she was sure Ruby knew it, but like the trust she should have had in Ruby that everything was okay she was trying to trust in Weiss that she was good as well.

When they left she was going to have answers though, and if she didn't like them she wasn't sure what it meant for her relationship with Ruby, but she knew what would happen to "Master" Zen, her mind showing no respect for the title.

To her relief the tour of his products was over. Any arousal they had produced at first was forgotten, including the one she wore. If Ruby tried to use it now it would probably set her off in the opposite direction that her girlfriend intended.

"Start talking," Weiss said levelly, ignoring the rules of the scene they were still in the middle of.

Ruby understood, dropping from her Domme role instantly. "Those three all came to him, believe it or not, begging for him to accept them, and I mean that literally. Each time he put them through a training period, just as you are. He likes it a lot rougher than I do, and he doesn't just punish when someone messes up, he humiliates them.

"That's why the training. He needs to be sure they could handle that level, and that it was really right for them."

"Right for them?" Weiss exclaimed then repeated "Right for them!"

"Yeah, I get it. What were you supposed to think." Her Ruby took a deep breath. "I fucked up Weiss." Ruby looked over the area. "There's a bistro that way. I think we need to sit and talk this out. I know you can't believe it, but what you saw was good for them."

Shaking her head, Weiss pointed with her chin in the right direction. "Lead the way."


The walk was a quiet one. Weiss didn't interrupt the silence however. Ruby was wrestling with what she was going to tell her, and Weiss was still trying to understand how any of what she saw could have been "good" for those girls. Honestly she was simply trying to calm down.

When they reached the bistro they found a table indoors and away from the other customers to give them at least some privacy. In hushed voices it should be enough, and if it wasn't any stranger would simply get embarrassed and leave. Not perfect, but it was the best they could do for now.

"Too a degree I wanted you to see that," Ruby said without preamble. "Our last stop tonight is going to be intense and I wanted you to be at least a little prepared for it."

Weiss couldn't stop the snort.

"Okay, so you needed something to prepare for meeting him!" Ruby said defensively, but with a huge amount of guilt as well. "I already told you I fucked up."

"Damn straight you did!" Realizing she'd raised her voice, Weiss made the conscious effort to bring it back down. "You said that that abuse was right for those three. How is it? What kind of sick pervert gets off on that, or gets off on doing that." She had purposely added emphasis on doing to indicate her opinion of Zen.

"Damaged ones that need healing."

That floored Weiss, unsure how to respond. What kind of healing was that?"

"There are people who get into BDSM only because they enjoy it. There are those who get into it because they have found a strong attraction to some kink that normal people wouldn't be able to comprehend or accept. There's those who are simply naturally Dominant or submissive. Then there are people like Amber, Susan, and Janet, who were abused or broken in some way. A way that therapy has failed them in fixing. I don't know Susan or Janet's story. I'm sure Zen does or he wouldn't take them on. Amber though was abused sexually, emotionally, and physically not just by her father, but by two uncles, and her aunt while her cousins were forced to watch.

"She killed them, every single one of them, with a kitchen knife. Given the evidence of abuse the cops found she didn't go to jail. It was marked as a justifiable homicide. I agree." Ruby's expression showed an unusual amount of anger for her. No, more than anger. It was rage. Enough that Weiss knew she'd have killed them herself had she been able.

Weiss's stomach turned, her mind filling in the blanks of Amber's story. Killing grimm was different than humans. Grimm didn't have blood, nor did they appear to suffer any pain. It made the killing easier to accept, almost forgettable. The blood of her relatives would have covered her given the short reach of that weapon. Even a hardened homicide cop would have trouble with that scene.

"She was only twelve at the time," Ruby continued. "They tried therapy of course. They tried drugs. They even did electro shock therapy. She went through times of catatonia, and she went through times of maniacal anger. The docs didn't think she'd ever recover after the first year, and four years later she wasn't much better."

All Weiss wanted to do now was run back and hold the slave close and protect her. Ruby wasn't the only one who would kill those bastards now.

"At sixteen she was released. She was so drugged that the rages never had a chance, but the catatonic states grew worse. Her surviving family took her in, raised her until she was eighteen. They never caught the marks up her arms from where she cut herself. She told me she felt she deserved to be punished. No one else would do it, so she did it herself."

"So she found Zen to do it?"

"Nope. She found some drugged up street tough to do it. Five in fact over time. Then her sixth wasn't abusive, but he did still punish her. He's the one who introduced her to the lifestyle. A place where the abuse was controlled and she wasn't in danger. It was through our community that she found Master Zen. He'd been young then, but competent. He'd had a mentor for two years and he knew his way around. She was his first twenty-four hour slave though."

Ruby was shaking. Even though the tale was old for her, it was still strongly effecting her. She continued, "He started with the punishment, just like most other Dom's, and some rough scenes. She ate it up."

Weiss struggled to understand where this was going. "So that made her like that?" No, something was missing here. She had a good idea the next couple of sentences would fill it in.

"Not yet. Amber had never said her safe word. No matter how hard she was pushed by any of the Masters she'd had a scene with. It challenged Zen, which he enjoyed, until she finally did scream it... and screamed it... and she kept on screaming it while Zen held her." Ruby shook her head at someone else's memories that had invaded her mind, making it as real for her as second hand knowledge could be. "When she finally came up, she was a new person, at least for a time. It wasn't the punishment that did it either. It was that safe word. That permission to walk away from the guilt that the punishment represented to her. For a few days she was free. Like cutting her arms though it didn't last. The guilt returned, and it would continue to return.

Weiss nodded her agreement. Several of their classes over the years had been psychological in nature. Primarily it was meant to help deal with their own unavoidable trauma as they fought, killed, and watched their friends be killed. With that learning she had at least a small understanding of what Amber had gone through.

"So now?"

"Now she's a slave, and happy for it. It brings her peace knowing that she had been forgiven by someone, and it allows her to forgive herself. Her Master is also the only man she truly trusts. The man who broke through her walls. Even her failures where she is punished help her because if he punished her so easily, yet never got punished for her past, then she didn't deserve that punishment. Master Zen wasn't the Master he is today, but he began to learn all he could for her. I think he loves her, but they aren't acknowledging it. Maybe some day when she's healed."

"If she ever is," Weiss said sadly, her anger completely washed away.

"If she ever is," Ruby agreed.

"So when you smiled?"

This time Ruby smiled again. This time it had none of the vindictiveness in it that had so scared Weiss. "When I smiled it was Amber who was punished, and I saw how much she has improved. I was also angry though, because she never should have gone through what she'd gone through."

It needed to be said. "Thank you."

"It needed to be said," Ruby said, echoing her thoughts. And thank Amber. She gave me permission to tell you. She saw your anger too."


Author's note: This chapter gets emotional and dark. Abuse of any kind is the fastest way to piss me off. Writing about it is equally bad. I have to imagine it, to a degree live it, to be able to make it convincing for the reader. Well, I hope (and in a way don't hope) I was successful in that. I kept the descriptions to a minimum. These kinds of stories are not the reason I started Deleted Scenes. The next chapter is MUCH more cheerful. Back to business as usual.

Also note that two of the slaves stories have not been said. While Amber needed that catalyst, the other two may or may not. Some people just enjoy that lifestyle. It's something that even Ruby doesn't understand, thinking Amber's reasoning was the beginning and end of it.

Lastly, I don't have a word processor to check spelling and grammar at the moment, so my apologies if the wording is too bad.