Chapter 9

Cw: Edging, inability to orgasm, drugs, unintentional self harm/scratching

"No! No! No! Just! Just! Juuust!" Weiss whined out. She'd actually been crying, sobbing into a pillow for almost the whole hour Blake had been gone. It was entirely her own fault. Knowing that made it all worse. If she had just given up, she'd likely have been able to calm down quick enough. But, stubborn as always, Weiss found herself forging ahead against her wiser instincts. Not to mention… she was mind-numbingly horny and that didn't much help with making wise decisions. Her whole body hurt! She'd been stuck so so fucking close, on the edge of orgasm, just needing a slight extra bit to get there. She knew her body well enough- or at least she'd previously thought she did. Just the smallest touch to her clit and she could get there. Well, the smallest touch that she could feel at least. Even as she regained control of her legs and the rest of her body began to obey commands, she still couldn't feel even the slightest hint of pleasure on her drenched pussy. It was torture- self-inflicted or not, that's what it was.

In desperation, the heiress had begun clawing at herself with immaculately manicured nails- well, not so well manicured any longer. It was a desperate stretch, desperate and foolish one, but when she'd started, it felt phenomenal. The tease of sharp nails against her sensitive and heated flesh, still all charged up with all of Blake's teasing and her subsequent desperation for release. When she started teasing herself with them, she remembered screaming; thinking her relief was right there, if only she went just a little further.

It, inevitably, didn't help. Nothing helped, and stubborn as she was, Weiss continued full speed ahead into the sunken cost and all its fallacies. With how long she'd been desperately trying to finger herself, tease her thighs, pinch or massage her breasts, she figured she'd have to get there sooner or later. And… at the end of the day, her simply trying this in the first place was some sort of a concession to the bitch who'd kidnapped her. So, she'd have to get something from the concession. Successfully making herself cum would mean she'd be that bit sated and all the better to shrug off whatever Blake planned to do to her next! So! So she had to! It wasn't even up to her anymore! Weiss needed to keep going, to fight with her body to cum! She just! Needed to! It wasn't because of how painfully close she was at all.

"Come on! Come on! Just!" She cried out to herself, completely lost in the torture of it all. Weiss was so lost, still sobbing and dripping her desperation down onto her blankets that she didn't notice when the faunus return.

Blake mused, watching on with a wide smile on her face as Weiss continued her efforts. The heiress desperately thrust three fingers inside herself at a time, needily striving to feel anything. Blake would be lying if she tried to say she didn't delight in the sight of Weiss's wetness dribbling down her arm and the whines of pleasure slipping past her lips. It was hot. Weiss, though, to Blake, maybe one of the most horrible people in all of Remnant, was beautiful, and seeing her like that was… arousing to say the least.

The faunus tried to ignore the wetness that grew in her panties as she watched and enjoyed. But ignore it all she wanted, it was the truth. Weiss was beautiful, and seeing her like that did nothing in the slightest to hide it. Some corner of Blake's mind suggested removing some of her own clothes or at least slipping a hand down her pants and making the most of the moment, but that didn't quite feel right. The morals of this all continued to be an odd surprise to Blake with where she drew what lines and why.

Paralyzing the heiress with drugged dust just to tease her and get her all pent up? Completely moral and delightfully entertaining. Getting off to the results? Maybe just a half step too far. Gawking silently as the heiress strived and failed to pleasure herself in one of the most seductive sights of Blake's life? The perfect balance.

Weiss just kept going. Eventually, she gave up on even trying to get relief through the slight stretching sensation she could still feel through whatever Blake had used on her. Instead, she returned to scratching and teasing at the rest of her flesh. In working herself up so much, Weiss grew more and more primal in her attempts to get what she needed. A human could only take so much before they began to break, and Weiss had passed her snapping point quite a while ago.

Blake just found it hotter and hotter. The way Weiss fought with herself like a beast in heat- a wondrous idea she'd have to return to later if she could find the right tools. Well, Blake did find it increasingly hot until she caught the sight of Weiss's skin growing raw and the first scratch that drew blood.

Weiss still looked like she was having plenty of fun, but that was a breaking point for Blake. Her original intent with all this had been to humiliate Weiss, maybe, by the most gracious of stretches get a generalized justice by turning the tables. It had never been to hurt her. And with the adjusted goals in mind, this was only worse. They needed her healthy if everything else were to work- ok, maybe not healthy, but showing her off extra beaten or wounded wouldn't do a damn thing to help anyone!

"Stop that!" Blake snapped harsher than she intended, and with an anger she couldn't quite explain the origin of.

Weiss was too far gone. She couldn't hear the faunus. She just kept going, desperately trying to catch the wave just as it slipped back out and away from the shore.

"No! Stop that! I!" Blake broke from her tranced state, watching on at the beautiful heiress. She rushed to the cage and yanked it open just to pull Weiss free from it. "I! I told you to stop that! What the hell's wrong with you?!" Blake questioned with a heavy air of 'don't hurt yourself like that dumbass'!

Weiss was still actively crying and panting. The mass majority of her chest and thighs covered in red scratches and marks. "Clo! Clo! Close! Close! So close!" Weiss whined, so far out of it that her pride didn't even rear up its ugly head to protest her weakness. "Need! Need!" Eyes dilated and pupils blown. She'd actually worked herself up and edged to such a point that logical thought was a dream of a dream.

"I…" Blake sighed and frowned. This was her fault. She left too soon. She should have made sure the heiress was actually alright rather than just feeding her some fish and a bottle of water. If things ever came down to this again, she'd need to tie the heiress down or something else of the sort. Then again, just seeing the heiress's reaction to such a form of denial seemed like good reason not to subject her to it again. Especially with how everything else with the White Fang was developing.

Weiss's hands shot down to continue trying to get herself off, but Blake was quick to grab them and pin her down. "L! Let go!" Weiss tried to fight, but she was evidently exhausted by how weak her struggling was.

"Stop it!" Blake demanded.

"H! Hurts! Can't feel anything! But! Hurts…"

Blake sighed and looked away.

"L! Let go!" Weiss complained weakly, what energy she had plainly dying out as her body began to calm.

"Do you… want me to undo it?" Blake could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. She hadn't thought this through. It was one thing to tease Weiss as a fuck you, but now she had been watching and getting all worked up at the display, the idea of touching Weiss again felt different.

"U- u- undo?" Weiss questioned dumbly in an overly exhausted tone.

"The stuff I used on you. That- that made you numb and…" Blake sheepishly avoided saying anything more than she had to. "It's a dust infused cream. They made it for surgery in the battlefield. It is activated and deactivated by the same person's aura. Inestitizes whatever it coated completely." Blake explained.

"You- undo." Weiss's eyelids seemed to droop.

"Just… relax. I'll help." Blake offered- the most disturbing thing however was how she felt as she offered it. She… wanted to kiss the heiress. Where the hell had that come from? O- other than just how pitiful Weiss looked. Soft… needy… delicate with lips swollen from being bitten in pained ecstasy.

"Please!" Weiss whined, any memory of pride or reasoning long gone in lieu of her brain's insistence for release. "Help." She begged softly, eyes rolling back in their sockets as she pressed her chest up against Blake's. The other woman was so warm against her sore, abused, and aching nipples. The sensation threatened to destroy her.

Blake felt equally approaching destruction. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears. She kept trying to excuse it away as fury- another emotion the heiress all too easily brought out of her. "Just relax." Blake's voice trembled as a hand slipped down. "I'll make all the pain go away." That bitch! She just had to give the softest sweetest nod in response. How the hell was Blake supposed to be thinking straight when gay took over all her brain.

Weiss continued to fight rather limply as Blake moved both of the heiress's hands above her head so they could be pinned down with a single hand. She began to thrash and fight, ever weaker as Blake pinned her down. "I! It'll be alright! I'll… I'll help! Just! Just relax!" Blake grumbled frustratedly. Why did the dumb heiress need to fight her so much! Worse yet… why the hell was it kind of cute?

Weiss stilled a moment but continued to whine. "Just… like… breathe for a second or whatever," Blake instructed as she moved to place her freed hand on the heiress's sex. "I- I'm going to undo it now. Alright? No- no more hurting yourself like that dumbass!" Blake lashed the last bit out, more anger in her tone than she could account for.

The heiress seemed to understand Blake's words. She nodded softly in approval, and Blake began. Tenderly, Blake parted Weiss's folds with her fingers and initiated her aura. The heiress's reaction was instantaneous. Half-lidded eyes shot open as a cry ripped through her throat. "Shh, just relax… I'll do it." Blake assured at the feeling of Weiss fighting her grasp with renewed vigor.

"Need to! Need! Haaa~" Weiss's protest had a second wind for all of a moment, but as Blake's fingers stroked small gentle circles into her sex, those protests melted away with incredible speed.

"There, there you go." Blake soothed. A calm tone seemed to go notably far with the heiress, so Blake leaned into it, soothing sweetly with little noises and whispers. It felt wrong, inappropriate. This was not how a captor should treat her hostage, but it was working, and it wasn't like Blake despised those soft moans Weiss was making… Blake comforted herself with the promise that she'd just finish the girl off. That's all she'd do. She'd finish Weiss off, then throw her back in the cage to be dealt with another day. As soon as she finished, that was when she'd allow herself to take pleasure in something once more. This was not supposed to be pleasurable after all. It was work. Afterwards, that was when she could go and ride one of her own toys, fuck all those nonsensical thoughts from her head. The ones like that the heiress was 'so pretty like that', that she looked 'sweet and kissable' or gods forbid, that Weiss might have, 'delicious lips above and below, just waiting to be kissed and abused'.

"Isn't that better?" Blake found herself whispering the words gently into the shell of Weiss's ear as the heiress's voice cracked in a nice little crescendo.

Weiss tried to nod- at least- she thought she did? Things were so hard to decipher. Somewhere between torturing herself into a less than sentient state, the hangover that kept everything just a little fuzzy in her mind, and the bliss that was her denied orgasm finally being sated, Weiss lost track of everything else. Everything was foggy, and even when she woke up the next morning, it would continue to be like that when she tried to look back on it all. She was mildly confident that things went past that, that the faunus drug out a series of subsequent peaks till Weiss passed out. There were other odd memories. Ones Weiss felt almost certain were false or manufactured by her own lust. Memories of Blake kissing her and whispering sultry things into her ear. Overly peculiar yet, some of them almost seemed comforting in a way; particularly the oddest memory of Blake whispering 'Don't worry. Don't worry. No one else will hurt you. You're mine. Only I can hurt you now.'

End of Chapter 9