Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still creepy."

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

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

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

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

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

"Out!"

"What?"

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

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

"OUT! You privileged litt-"

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

"Better." Blaked huffed in her impatience.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha- what…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you!" Weiss huffed, still breathless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that Kitten?"

"N… nothing!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, nope, no sleep yet Kitten."

"Huh?"

"I have some questions before you sleep Kitten."

"H- huh?"

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

"I- what? Uugh? With… with my dad?"

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

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

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

Why the hell did that feel so nice?

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

"Where are you… what-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah… I-"

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

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

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

End of Chapter 7