Chapter 11
Content Warning: Light body modification (nonconsensual piercings), hinted panic attack, and drugs.
Weiss had no luck getting back to sleep. She just sat there and stewed, picking over every minute little aspect to why she either had or hadn't made the right choice. Her brain, as always, seemed uniquely capable of fixating on the worst things for long enough to diminish the poor heiress to a hyperventilating panic attack-ridden mess. Thankfully, Blake returned before that process got too far.
"Out. Now." Blake barked cold.
"B- Blake?" Weiss looked up from her spot in the cage.
"I said out!" Blake ordered again, as distant as she could.
"A- alright." Weiss shuttered. What was coming now? Was Blake mad that she wouldn't help? If so, what would that mean? Good idea to get out quick and avoid any surplus wrath for now.
"Better. Now… grab anything you like from your cage. I just finished a long day of setting the basement up for you. The cage is only for when you are particularly bad from now on."
"I- what? Really?" Weiss normally slept curled up into a ball anyways, but the idea of being allowed to sleep without the cage… to be able to spread out and stretch? It sounded delightful.
"Yes, but I warn you, it's not as nice a bed as your one back home. It's actually my old one."
"It's better than the cage." Weiss argued as she pulled out all her things from it.
"Glad you think so. Because if you are bad, you'll be going back inside it."
Weiss wanted to snap, but didn't quite feel like being thrown back inside the cage immediately.
"So, will you be good?" Blake questioned with a smirk.
Weiss's eyes shot wide. She shuffled her pillows and blankets over herself to cover her embarrassment.
"Will you?" Blake moved in closer and pulled Weiss's hair out from in front of her face. "Will you be good."
Weiss swallowed her pride and gave a minuscule nod.
"No, no, I want you to say it. Tell me you'll be a good Kitten."
Weiss gripped tight at the bedding. "I- I'll be good."
"No, no, the offer for just that is gone. I want you to hear you say you'll be a good Kitten."
Weiss opened her mouth with full intent to scream at the faunus, but Blake spoke first.
"Unless you'd rather admit to being my good Kitten?"
"I'll be a good Kitten! Alright! There! I'll be good!" Weiss's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Good Kitten." Blake praised with a wide smile. "Just remember you said you'd be good when the night gets tough, ok?"
Weiss forced herself to wear a straight face. Though it seemed impossible. Blake guided her through the home and down into a basement- evidently, the same one Weiss had been in prior. There were no windows, no way to let in light, and the one or two lights that the room did have now all seemed to be new additions. In one corner, a mattress placed on the ground; almost the way one would lay out a dog or cat bed. A moderate-sized armoire, but with a lock over it to make sure any clothes inside couldn't be accessed. A small kitchenette in another corner- though the cabinets all seemed to have locks on them, and so did the stove's burners. Next to the kitchen rested two bowls. One was already filled with the same fish Blake had been feeding Weiss for days, and the other seemed to be hooked up to a large jug of water, set to automatically refill as it was lapped up. Blake really was going to treat her completely like a cat. Thankfully, no litter box, but an unreasonable amount of care must have been put into the plumbing of the toilet inlaid with the ground in a corner of the room. She'd be able to keep clean, same as usual, but she'd have to do it in what she was pretty certain was the most embarrassing way possible. Fuck. She should have appreciated the privacy of the regular bathroom more when she got to use it.
Finally, and most peculiarly, there was a very odd chair. One Weiss had only ever seen at her ob-gyn. The stirrups were down, but it was clearly that type of a chair. By one of the arms rested a small table, similar to the ones she'd seen at her ob-gyn for holding the tools. What? Was Blake planning to give her a gyno? Weiss did not like the idea in the slightest.
Aside from all of that, there wasn't much to the room. Some fixture on the wall over by the bed, but that seemed to be everything. Weiss turned to Blake, then to the bed, then the peculiar chair, and back to Blake. She hoped her eyes could do the talking. If she spoke, she'd certainly end up saying something that would get her into trouble.
"What do you think of your new home?" Blake questioned openly, but moved on too quick for Weiss to actually answer. "It's not much… and it's got a lot less for when you're choosing not to comply, but it should be better than the cage- unless if you find yourself craving it back? Some pets can find the smaller spaces a little more comfortable-" Blake paused to enjoy the look of fury on Weiss's face. "You know what!" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "I'll have it brought back in here between the bed and your bowls. That way, if you ever need the safety of the cage, you can drag your blankets back in and feel all safe and comfy. Feel free to nest it up in there."
"You know I'm, not a real kitten, right?" Weiss leveled a displeased glare at Blake.
Blake just raised her eyebrows as she looked back to Weiss, practically taunting her to try and repeat herself.
"Whatever." Weiss huffed.
"Would you like me to walk you through everything? The room is pretty self-explanatory… well except for the chair, but that won't stick around. So don't worry about that."
"Am… I allowed to ask questions?" Weiss sheepishly inquired.
"Of course you can, but when I say it's time to stop, you need to be better about hearing it." Blake clicked her tongue again.
"I… why the locks on everything in the kitchen?"
"Because that is too hard to move in and out, and you don't have privileges for them." Blake answered cold. "So, you'll be eating what I give you and what is set out in your bowl.
"Because I didn't do whatever you wanted for the White Fang?"
Blake just nodded.
"What did you want me to do?"
"Aww, Kitten, I thought I told you, that offer passed. We can talk about it again in a week." Blake patted Weiss's head and ruffle her hair slightly.
The heiress gritted her teeth and did her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Blake for the condescending contact. "I- but-"
"You know, now that I've thought about it, this is probably for the best. This way, you'll know how things go when you say no." Blake pondered out loud. She was quick to spot Weiss's frustration, however. "It's alright Kitten. It's just a week, you'll have a chance to be good and help out next Sunday. If you are good, then I'll get all the locks taken off and you won't have any punishments." Blake paused. "Well… unless you do something stupid."
"Punishments?" Weiss choked out.
"Well, disobedience isn't free Kitten. Don't worry though. This week is nice and simple." Blake reached out to cup Weiss's face. Her palms were warm and comforting. Well, they were up until Blake moved her hands to pinch at the lobes of Weiss's ears and flick lightly at her earrings. "You're a very cute Kitten." Blake left the smallest scratch behind Weiss's ear before releasing.
"What… are these punishments?" Weiss made a show of pulling her face back the moment Blake released her.
"Ah, now, that's where the chair comes in!" Blake cheered. "So, go on, sit."
"What? The punishment is getting a gyno exam?"
"No, no, this one we'd even be able to do with you wearing clothes… though, if you don't change your mind next week that won't be quite as true." Blake assured.
"Wha- then what-" Weiss murmured.
"Oh, and everything not fit for a Kitten will be locked up of course. Aside from that, I'll come in and take care of you rather regularly. You'll see how that goes through the week. Though- of course, if you come to like me caring for you, I'll be more than happy to do it if you are good and choose to help out."
Weiss just clung tighter to her bedding and tried not to think too hard about what 'taking care of her' meant.
"Anyways! You wanted a bath, no? If you are ready, we can move onto your punishment, and afterwards, I'll clean you up in the bathroom at the end of the basement's hall."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, you'll see. Just plop down your bedding and get into the chair." Blake smiled.
Weiss began to shake. Fear threatened to take over. Fear of the unknown, of what could happen if she didn't give in? How poorly could this go? If she acted out, would Blake just find something worse to do to her? How long could that go on? How long could Weiss endure that? Would she break? What would that even mean?
"Shh." Blake interrupted the terrible spiral of Weiss's overzealous mind. "Shh, now kitten. Everything will be fine. Just a moment in my chair, then I'll wash you up, tend to those scratches of yours, and tuck you in for bed. Doesn't that sound nice Kitten?" Blake's hands soothed gently through Weiss's hair and down the sides of her face. It was far more calming than Blake had any right to be. Weiss could actually feel the fear of everything… well, no, it didn't disappear, but it did dull. The sharp cutting pain at her frail soul loosened just enough that Weiss felt she could breathe once more. "There, there, so much better. Just Shh." She calmed and leaned down to press a small kiss to Weiss's forehead.
"I-" Weiss choked.
"Shh, no, no more talking for the night. Just relax and it'll be alright."
Weiss had nothing to say, and if she did, fear would have kept her silent anyways.
"Here Kitten, I've got this. You just go sit down." Blake took the bedding away as gently as she could and placed it over the bed. She returned to see Weiss still standing there idle. "It's ok. Just breathe." Blake walked Weiss through the panic so she could escort her into the chair.
Weiss nodded, still a little stuck in herself, but beginning to emerge. She began to feel the world again as the sound of Blake unzipping the pouch on the table by the chair rang in her ear.
"It will hurt a little, but nothing extreme today, ok?" Blake warned as she set up and begun sterilizing her tools.
"What?"
"Just a couple new White Fang earings." Blake gave what would have otherwise been a comforting smile."
"Earrings?"
Blake nodded and held up two different types of earrings, one of the White Fang insignia and the other just a simple little 'WF'. I was thinking these…" She raised the symbol. "For your earlobe, and these…" She then showed the two letters. "Can go on the shell of your ear."
"I- wait, that's it? Ear piercings?" Weiss couldn't help but smile. Worry over nothing. She'd actually always wanted to get more than just her one, but Jacques never let her.
"Mhmm, I was going to save the shell for next week, but you wanted to be bad earlier." Blake nodded.
Weiss laid her head back on the chair and finally began to let some tension release. Sure, she should probably be mad, this was a violation of her body- though… honestly, she had wanted this since she was a little girl. Still! It was shitty to take away her choice! But… in comparison to Blake doing something else; giving her a pap smear or something? This almost felt fun.
"Told you it wouldn't be too bad." Blake leaned over to kiss Weiss's forehead. "You can even hold my hand if you need?"
"What! No!" Weiss huffed.
"You sure? The shell can kinda sting?"
"I'm fine." Weiss rolled her eyes.
"Ok, deep breath." "Deep breath." The first two were fine, both her ear lobes. If it hadn't been for what the logo meant, Weiss would have even liked the fierce but cute nature of them. Though, honestly, the sting caught her by surprise. Blake was quick and seemed efficient about it, quick to push the needle through and then to plug it with the earring. Maybe it was the recent lack of food, maybe that Weiss had just been through too much lately, it just felt like it was hitting on a raw nerve. "Deep breath." When the third piercing came, Weiss had already begun shaking. Her hands shot up to Blake's arm, holding it tight as she hooked in the ring adorned with the letters.
The heiress tried to hide any noises, to subdue any flicker of an expression of pain. She had a horrible poker face. Whines slipped through in between her face scrunching up horribly. Worse yet, she clung to Blake like she was the only thing that could keep her grounded.
"Shh." Blake calmed. She put down the needle for a moment to hold Weiss's hand. "We can take a moment."
"No, no. Last one… just get it over with." Weiss bit her lip and prayed for the next to be less painful than the last.
"You sure? They are worse when your ear is already swollen up. I'm sure you noticed with the last one."
Weiss bit her lip and nodded. "Just… do it."
"Alright. Deep breath." Weiss screamed softly as the last needle went through. Blake was quick to put in the ring and clean around the hole. "That's it. No more."
Weiss held to Blake's arm, pulling it in and hugging it with the strength of an anaconda.
"There you go, Kitten. You did so well."
Weiss whined weakly.
"It'll be ok. We can take a moment and when you're ready, I'll get started on the bath."
It took Weiss a while, but eventually, the pain had passed and been taken over by a dull ache. It wasn't pleasant, but her mind cleared enough to forcibly push away Blake's arm. She didn't need anyone to comfort her, and certainly not her captor! Blake again seemed overly caring as she tended to Weiss's ears and brought her to the bath. Once there, she took the helm of washing Weiss up.
Weiss promised herself that she'd fight next time; that she'd demand she could clean herself and that Blake doing it for her was stupid, but, Weiss was so tired. She doubted she could really keep her eyes open. Blake's hands massaged her gently as she was soaped up. Blake was even gentle around the scratches, extra careful not to hurt Weiss. It was… Weiss was frankly surprised she managed to stay awake long enough for the faunus to get her out and dry her off.
Blake escorted her all the way back to the basement's main room and then to the bed she'd set out for her.
"Hmm… tired."
"I know, you don't hide it well." Blake chuckled.
"I- uugh-" Weiss just whined.
"It's fine. Now, lay back. I need to treat those scratches." Form somewhere, Blake materialized another tin of ointment. "Spread your legs, and I'll try not to go anywhere I shouldn't."
Weiss blushed. She blushed and she thought back to the note. Blake really did just do this because she didn't want to see Weiss in pain. It was- it was such a novel idea. She didn't have time to think about whether she should obey or not, Blake was already parting her thighs and spreading the cooling ointment. It was more soothing than Weiss remembered. Maybe it had more of a pain relief compound? Maybe Blake's fingers were just more gentle than her own. It was hard to tell.
When she was done, Blake moved up to Weiss's chest. There it was so much harder to be appropriate. All of the scratches were over the heiress's breasts, covering them and particularly around the nipples. They must have been sensitive with how swollen they were- that seemed to be the case at least from the noises Weiss made as Blake finished up.
"Ok, that's all for tonight." Blake noted as she tucked Weiss into bed.
"Night night." Weiss curled up into a small ball to sleep, but as she tried to turn on her side, the new piercings stung something awful with the pressure of her head on them.
Blake hesitated for a moment. It was clear, but Weiss couldn't tell why. "What is it?" She questioned drowsily.
"I-... do you want… some more of that drug dust? It will make the pain easier? Heal your ears so you can sleep easier?"
"Dust?" Weiss's eyes opened a little at the memory. How delightful it had felt. That blissful high! Having nothing left in her head but floating in a beautiful nebula. She shifted her head and the new earrings hurt horribly. How could she ever sleep?
The ideation of sleeping on her back seemed to have slipped her mind entirely as she tried to figure out a way she could comfortably rest while saying no, but the answer was right there. "Y-yes please." She mumbled and opened her mouth.
"Of course Kitten. Any time." Blake produced the dust almost too fast- like she'd known what would be Weiss's answer. "You remember how to do it, right Kitten?" She brushed the hair out of Weiss's face with one hand as the other brought the treat to her lips.
"Mhmm." Weiss nodded and parted her lips. Some of her screamed that taking it was a horrible idea- she shouldn't dare take another dose… but her ears- hell her whole body hurt. It all hurt except for the sweet taste of it on her lips. The heiress's tongue flitted out, taking what seemed to be a noticeably smaller dose so she could crunch on it. She moaned the moment the release hit her. The fog coming in, washing away everything else and healing her. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the drug healed her soul- or whatever part of her had been waning in the wake of all her stress- not just the stress of the past couple days, but her whole life.
Weiss could hear Blake something in a calm droning voice; a light cadence that easily shot her off to sleep. She could hear Blake was saying something, but the contents seemed too far away and only slipping further with every word. That night, Weiss slept better than she had in years.
End of Chapter 11
