Chapter 8
CW: Numbing cream, attempted masturbation, minor self injury (but not with the intent to self harm)
As Weiss's body began to wake, so did her mind. She never really fell asleep, even if everything felt like a dream after Blake removed those soft fingers from between her legs. Blake had doted on her the way an owner would dote on a new pet with a hurt paw. The only part of Weiss that had been wounded was her pride. How in the world had she slipped so far? Let the faunus just toy with her like that. It made Weiss's blood boil… then again, maybe her blood was boiling for some other reason.
By the time Blake slipped her back into the cage and locked it back up before heading out, Weiss was just beginning to be able to move her hips. Toes began to reply to her around the same time, but as a whole, her legs remained rather obstinate. As control returned, so did the craving for release. Weiss's breaths turned heavy and sultry all over again as she pressed herself into the blankets that surrounded her in the cage. Soft, nice, it only left her skin feeling even hotter. She needed to… she needed it so badly. Some corner of her tried to protest against it. If she broke and fucked her fingers, it'd just be proof that she enjoyed all of what Blake had been doing to her. Though… she figured the wetness that coated Blake's fingers by the time she was finished made for just as evidential proof.
In the end, Weiss settled for the fact that Blake would almost certainly try that again. If she did, it'd be better to have gotten release first. Otherwise… Weiss didn't want to think of what would happen otherwise. Cumming at Blake's fingers would be… no! Don't think about it! Just! Just!
Weiss shook her head and buried her face against familiar sheets. She had to fight to spread her legs and maneuver her hand down, but before long, she found a favored position of hers. Normally she had a pillow to brace her face against and muffle any cries of pleasure that might interrupt or alert neighbors to her activities, but some blankets piled up would work just as well. Legs splayed out, carrying her weight with her knees and the cheek pressed into the blankets. Her breasts just gently grazed against the blankets under her with each subtle move, stimulating her nipples just enough to send the occasional shock of life down to her core.
She was wet, soaked, and needy. Certainly only because life had been so stressful and she'd not had time to take care of herself in far too long. That was the only reason! The only one! She had just been worked up for a while. That was the sole reasoning for the way her muscles spasmed with greedy anticipation.
Brothers, she needed it so bad as her fingers zeroed in on her slit. First, she felt her own wetness dripping down onto her fingers- only more evidence of her desperation. Then, the silky texture of her lips coated in wetness. The moment she touched it, she moaned; almost more as a preparation for pleasure than in reaction to anything. As Weiss pressed her fingers against herself, she pushed down her hips, but… something was wrong.
The heiress pulled her fingers back and then tried to touch herself again. Wet, slick, smooth. She could feel herself on her fingers… but… that was all she could feel. Frustrated and confused, Weiss pulled her fingers back again and tried to trace them up the inside of her leg. "Ahh!" She whined. Her whole body was so sensitive. Just touching the inside of her thigh made her walls clamp around nothing. Fingers tracked the rest of the way up until they hit her outer lips, then? Nothing. All she could feel was the heat radiating off of herself on her fingers. Nothing from the sensitive flesh itself. What the hell!? Since when did she! She'd been infuriatingly sensitive when Blake played with her, but now she could feel literally nothing.
"What the… the fuck!" Weiss complained and tried to look down to herself. Of course, she could see nothing. It was still pitch black in the room. "Why the!" Frustratedly, she turned over onto her back. Anxiously, Weiss pressed the flat of her palm against her pussy and tried to rub as hard as she could. Still nothing. How! Then… it clicked. Blake had spread something over her labia the last time she touched her. That foul bitch! What had she used? It left Weiss completely numb! The heiress whined and tried thrusting two fingers deep inside, but no, that didn't work either. She was painfully aware of how her lips stretched around the intrusion, she could feel the way her muscles relaxed to allow her fingers to slip in. But, that was all she could feel. Worse yet, she could feel her body reacting to it! But not a lick of any pleasure. Weiss wanted to scream! Who does that to someone!
Her body shook in the combination of preamble and rage. She just wanted to cum! To get any fucking release! Come on! Come on! Just cum! Panting in frustration, Weiss resorted to something profoundly stupid. She'd never tried to cum without direct stimulation- hell she was pretty sure she'd never cum without focusing on her clit before. But in a lust-addled fog and a lingering hangover, she tried something else. Weiss had heard some women could come from teasing other parts, their breasts, thighs, ass- she wouldn't try the last one. That was just gross! But, she could try the others. It seemed perfectly logical with how infuriating the sensation of her fingers on the inside of her thigh had been a moment prior.
Gentle, immaculately soft fingertips traced up and down the inside of Weiss's thighs in featherlight touches. She couldn't help the small strangled cries that slipped from her throat as she unintentionally tortured herself. She tried to ramp up the touching, to put more force in, or to try and move faster, but it was all diminishing returns. All she could do was work herself up worse. Even when the heiress turned to her breasts, she could barely get anywhere. Groping, grabbing, pinching, and flicking, she whined. It was phenomenal. It was not enough.
Blake pulled a coat over herself as she trudged down the streets of Menagerie towards the White Fang's old meeting hall. It may have been a tropical island, but it was winter, and Blake had been feeling a need to cover up a little more ever since her intentional and temporary captivity. Her fingers still smelled of Weiss's pussy as she tried to bush stray hair from her face. She'd spent far too long feeding and taking care of Weiss. She wasn't quite sure exactly how it'd happened either. Every step made perfect sense in theory. It was only fair. When Blake had been the one in captivity, Weiss made sure she ate well, and some portion of Blake demanded she return something akin to that level of kindness. Not that it mattered much, she'd needed to take care of the Schnee… even if she hated her. Hell, even if she still wanted to kill Weiss- something that felt less and less true with each moment seeing just how human the other woman was- It wasn't like she could actually do it. Like it or not, she, and the White Fang as a whole needed the heiress. So, just ignoring the heiress's needs were rather thoroughly off the table. But that didn't mean she needed to spend over an hour just caring for her after the beginning of her training.
Furthermore, she didn't need to take quite so long teasing the heiress. A half an hour would have served just as well, but, for some reason, she hadn't stopped until the literal last moment. Some part of her knew that if she hadn't given the Schnee a hard time at which she needed to leave, she might have ended up fucking the poor Kitten's hole however long it took to get her to beg. In all honestly, it was a saving grace that she'd said the deadline out loud. If not… she didn't want to think on how long she could have waisted just teasing the Schnee.
Blake tried to shake the thoughts from her head, but her mind just drifted back to both what she would do if Jacques didn't cave soon and the ethics of how she was doing it. She had many a plan in the making, and she'd been thinking up a litany more ever since Weiss mentioned her father not caring about her but primarily about optics. If it were true, there was quite the range to work with there. She'd really only been working at personal comeuppance; what she felt to be justice for almost being used as a private little sex toy. A little bit of justice felt right, especially if she had to deal with the pampered heiress until her father gave in.
Blake's mind had just begun to clear as she arrived. She'd not been to the unofficial official meeting hall of the White Fang in much longer than she cared to remember. Though, the memories she was reaching for weren't pleasant either. For all the bad of the SDC, they did successfully remove Adam from power… even if Blake wasn't sure he'd necessarily deserved death for his crimes.
It felt bittersweet to return. Some of her first memories of feeling home were in that building. Though… so were many other… dramatically less pleasant memories. A scowl and grimace weighing heavy on her face, Blake forced herself through the doors.
Ilia, Sun, Coco, Velvet, Neon, Jaune, and Marrow all stood around an otherwise mostly empty room. The tone was… something slightly beyond somber. It made plain sense. They were all reeling from the news. Both of Weiss and what her family had done. Blake tried to open her mouth, but she didn't really know what to say. They were all waiting for her. That much was clear from how they all looked to her with that impatient expression. She was an hour late, and she was the only one with knowledge on the state of the heiress.
"Is it true?" Coco coughed out without any warning.
Velvet clung to her girlfriend's hand, her ears drooping low.
"Did you really?" Jaune barked out, Morrow's tail curling around his waist as the oldest faunus amongst them scooched closer to his partner.
"We… took her?" Neon's head hung low and she stood idle on her skates.
"You didn't tell them?" Blake questioned Sun a little pointedly.
"You said it was your op." Sun shrugged, still gently nursing the welt that lingered on the side of his forehead.
"Neptune told you that?" Blake chuckled anxiously.
"He sent a Qrow."
"He's still on our side?" Blake questioned.
"After Clover?" Marrow huffed. "All he cares about is taking down the Atlas that let that happen."
Jaune gave a pained sigh and held his partner closer.
"So!" Coco insisted.
"Yes. She's back in my basement now."
"We really went through with it." Neon wasn't the only one of the group who seemed to have her eyes locked on the floor, but she did seem to be the one to do it with the most guilt.
"Kidnapped." Velvet put the word out there for the first time, all the while looking about as ok as Neon.
"So, what? Are we just forgetting about Sienna? Adam?" Ilia lashed out at the group's somber tone.
"All the faunus back in Atlas." Jaune echoed.
Neon winced. The point had clearly hit a sore note.
"Harriet." Morrow echoed with a voice on the verge of tears. Jaune wrapped his arms around the faunus, holding him tight.
"This is what we are now?" Velvet questioned of them all.
"This is what the White Fang has always been!" Blake snapped and attempted to ignore all the irony.
"It wasn't her idea." Ilia defended.
"No, it was the one of us with everything to lose."
"He loves you." Jaune and Coco answered in unison.
"He had the damn mercenary knock me out and ship me off without a care what I wanted!" Sun snapped.
"He loves you." The only two of the room that weren't faunus answered again with the same plain tone.
"You were the one who called me in!" Blake hissed.
"What did he say anyway?" Ilia tried to keep the meeting moving forward.
"Enough that Qrow complained about the weight of the paper on the flight out." Sun offered.
"What is there to say? It's only been two days!" Neon complained.
Jaune and Coco knew uniquely that the note probably consisted of two parts apology to one part politics updates.
"Here!" Blake pulled out Weiss's scroll and tossed it to Sun. "It's Weiss's, so it should be able to connect all over remnant. Ironwood has all his favorites connected, but-"
"I know!" Sun cut her off coldly.
"You're the only one with a partner on the mainland. You deserve it to talk to him alone, but, I'd appreciate it if you used it to keep us all updated too."
"What about my Flynt?"
"You can start calling him yours again when he stops fighting for the army enslaving us!" Ilia lashed out at the skater.
"He's not! That's not why… He's…" Neon's energy died and she slumped back down. "Whatever." She huffed.
"I'll see if Neptune can get into contact with him and if we can lend you our scrolls so you two can talk." Sun offered.
"Forget it." Neon forfeited.
"So?" Blake questioned.
"So what?" Sun returned.
"Has he heard it was us."
"Oh, he knows. He knows, and now there's an image of him on every screen of Atlas condemning the White Fang and all of faunus kind."
"Jacques does love to see his own face." Ilia snarked.
"So? Does he have a response?"
"Something along the lines of 'if the misguided terrorists think they can take down his great city with'-"
"I get the idea." Blake sighed.
"Yeah." Sun nodded.
"And what was Neptune's plan for when this happened?" Neon requested, still clearly less than approving of the whole operation.
"Do we have to go over this again? We went through this last week." Jaune shifted uncomfortably.
"She wasn't here last week babe." Marrow corrected in a soft whisper.
"Ah, crap, yeah, she was away getting Fiona out of Atlas last week." Jaune's shoulders fell somehow lower.
"So? Someone want to fill me in?"
For a while, no one answered. Everyone had been there for Neptune's big plan except Blake, Neon, and Coco, but none of them could bring themselves to say it.
"We do whatever it takes! That's what we do!" Blake answered when no one else would.
"Yeah… that's… pretty much what he said," Sun admitted.
"So what? We just start lopping off fingers and toes and escalate till maybe Jacques caves and starts petitioning to overturn laws?" Coco challenged in an overly sarcastic tone.
"Oh, yeah, cause giving the racists a martyr to rally behind has never been a bad idea in all of history." Morrow snarked.
"That's not quite the angle we were going for." Sun groaned.
"So? Then what is it?" Coco pushed.
"We'll play on the optics." Blake blindly answered.
"Did he tell you?" Neptune turned to Blake and made a face.
"No? Was that Neptune's plan too?"
"Yeah, generally try different things to embarrass the Schnees till Jacques caves or public opinion turns enough against him that it stops mattering."
"Yeah, that's great and all, but how?" Jaune questioned.
"That… is kind of the real question." Sun acknowledged where the plan began to either fall apart or at least ran out of map.
Blake simply nodded. "I know what to do."
End of Chapter 8
