Chapter 12

Content Warning: Gag, heightened sensitivity.

The world was calm when the heiress woke. For just a moment, her world felt calm. She felt fuzzy, the first reminder that she'd been so weak to cave and accept the drug. Though… she felt more forgiving of herself for it. Maybe just because she was still basking in its effects and the consequences hadn't fully dawned on her, maybe just because she had gone through a lot, and she did deserve a break.

The drug had certainly been a break. A beautiful one; so much calm, serenity as she melted away into sleep and the faunus caressing her cheek. Weiss snuggled into her pillow and rejoiced in the memory's calming aura washing over her.

As she slowly woke, Weiss came to two conclusions. One, the bed Blake had given her was not as nice as her own back home, but that it was more than enough to give her a good night's sleep and even a delightful doze, snoozing along in a sleepy Sunday morning. Two, the drug's hangover barely constituted as such. Weiss had… well, she'd flirted with a relationship to alcohol akin to that of her mother. Hangovers were a violently disorienting thing where the cold world beat back in at her head and stomach for daring to try and escape to the chilliest warmth of a bottle. The drug's hangover was… just disorienting? No, that wasn't even the right word. Whatever it was, it wasn't unpleasant, it just left her feeling slow and complacent- something she was sure Blake had no qualms in subjecting her to. Frankly, it left Weiss baffled as to why Blake didn't keep her hopped up on it at all times. But, she was appreciative for not having her whole self simply annihilated with drugs, so Weiss didn't question too much.

Eventually, Weiss rolled from the bed and crawled over to her bowl. She was hungry and felt rather confident that Blake would leave something out for her. She was right of course. Today, Blake had left out a small portion of yogurt with fruit and granola sprinkled atop it. It actually looked like something Weiss would have spent far too much lien on as a breakfast back home. Balanced, tasty, and, frankly, it was pretty, and that often warranted charging a premium. She would have just been delighted to eat it; would have if she didn't realize quickly that a spoon was missing entirety. Blake expected her to eat out of the bowl, like a cat.

Weiss's ears burned in anger and embarrassment. Worse yet, she'd already begun to comply without meaning to. She'd literally crawled out of her bed to the food bowl. It made sense when she did it, rolling off the bed was easy. It was barely six inches off the ground and she was still tired. It would have been more effort to stand. And all that effort would have been wasted given how her bowl was screwed down to the floor.

Worse yet, Blake must have knowingly chosen a breakfast that would have been near impossible to eat by hand- certainly impossible to do so cleanly. Weiss was furious. She was furious, she was hungry, and her brain was too slowed to work through it all before the baser instinct of 'eat' won out. The yogurt was better than Weiss expected. It must have been cultured on the island with something different than Weiss was used to. Faintly sweet with the tang of whatever tropical fruit Blake had cubed up into it. Again, embarrassment burned in Weiss's face when she realized how she had to angle her ass up to eat. She'd be mortified if anyone ever saw- that had no right to make her shiver the way it did. Weiss tried to keep herself distracted with the taste on her tongue, but it only served to remind her how the yogurt inevitably got on her nose, chin, and cheek.

The heiress knew she should take her time, but she scarfed the food down anyways. She was hungry and she didn't want to risk being seen like this by-

"Aww~ I'm so glad my Kitten is being so good. Even without me having to tell you how to eat." Blake cheered from her position leaning against the doorframe without a door that led to Weiss's room.

Weiss whipped around, looking at the faunus with fury clear on her face. This was the last thing she wanted.

"Go slow tho. I'm sure my Kitten's not used to eating off the floor yet."

"I'm not a cat." Weiss leveled her glare and strived to subdue her tomato complexion. Of course, she failed horribly. Weiss could feel her pulse pounding harder. Blake had likely been watching from just after she began eating. With her luck, Blake probably had cameras or a sensor to tell her when the absolute most embarrassing time to come check up on her captive would be. It made Weiss furious, something that did nothing to abate the heat in her cheeks and ears.

"Course you aren't. You're still a new little Kitten." Blake mused.

"I'm not your fucking Kitten! I'm a hostage, nothing else."

"Aww, are you sure about that Kitten?" Blake pouted as she removed a scroll from her pocket.

Fear struck through Weiss. No! She didn't want to be shocked! Not again! It hurt and… and… Weiss's head felt fuzzy- assuredly from the adrenaline that came with such terror.

Blake's pout curved into a far too pleased smirk. "Plus, if you're not a Kitten, then why were you eating out of your bowl like such a good Kitten. A hostage would surely have eaten with her hands. Also, I've never seen a hostage swing her ass in the air like that happy with a new meal. But Kittens? They-" Blake stopped herself as she spotted Weiss fuming and turning back to the bowl.

Weiss knew she was making a mistake. The same way she had when her father ordered her not to test her semblance the first time she'd discovered it. It was just such a novel way to test her power against authority; she couldn't not. Before she knew it, she had locked eyes with Blake just so she could make a point of eating the fruit slices by hand. "Not... Your... Kitten." Weiss challenged.

"Ohh, I was so hoping you'd try that." Weiss expected a shock, she felt certain it'd come. She'd even prepared herself, braced for it. But then, Blake simply put the scroll away.

"W- what?" This felt horribly similar to how quickly Blake took to the answer of no for assisting the White Fang. If the two were anything alike, Weiss was already certain she was fucked.

Blake's smirk only grew as she approached the heiress and then knelt down right in front of her. "I said, I was hoping you'd try that." Blake chuckled dark and evil as she produced a napkin to wipe her Kitten's face clean. "Now, before we get started with your new punishment…" Blake licked the napkin and cleaned Weiss's face further. "Are you thirsty? You might have some trouble drinking for a while when I'm done."

"What are- what're you going to do?" Weiss stilled herself and fought trembling as best as she could.

"Well, You've proven that you can't always be free to use your hands. So, we're going to tie those up. But, I came in here to start you with some training too."

"Training?" Weiss gulped, the nebulous idea already building to something life endingly horrible in her mind.

"Yup. But don't worry. You'll like it; even if you won't admit it." Weiss's brows furrowed in fearful confusion. "Shh. It's alright to be scared. You'll see. Now, am I going to have to shock you to get you to keep still while I work, or will you be a good kitten?"

"I-" Weiss didn't want to be shocked… she really didn't want to be shocked.

"So, are you going to be a good Kitten?"

Weiss nodded.

"Come on now. You know what you have to say."

Weiss grumbled and looked away. "Are you really going to make me?" She would have just lashed out, punched Blake… but she'd already learned that wouldn't end well.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded. "A- actually…" Weiss's eyes shimmered with hope for just a moment. "I think you should say you'll be my good Kitten."

"No! No! I'm not saying that!" Weiss snapped before she could think better of it.

Blake's grin turned grim. Falling so fast, Blake's expression turned cold and distant. "Fine." Blake deadpanned. "I'll be back in a moment. Enjoy moving freely and eat or drink what you can. You won't be allowed to again till tomorrow at least." Dispassionate and cold, Blake released Weiss's face and walked off to leave the heiress alone.

Weiss's stomach turned on her in anxiety. She couldn't have eaten any more if she wanted. She also felt no desire at all to moving much at all. All she wanted was to hide away in a corner- maybe to wrap herself up in a comforting hoodie and hide away from the faunus's demanding gaze.

She'd actually ended up back in the bed, under her blankets, and packed in the corner of the room. She hid harder under the covers when she heard Blake's little click- the crisp sound of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. It left her on edge.

"It's alright. Come on out. Still nothing horrible. You might not love this first bit, but you'll get used to it. There needs to be consequences for your actions. How else will you learn to be my good Kitten." Blake gave a small pause as Weiss peeked her eyes out from under the covers. "Come on out, most of this will be soothing, I promise."

"Most?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.

"Mhmm." Blake nodded. "Now come on Kitten. I know you don't want to be shocked again."

Weiss forced herself out from under the covers and towards Blake before she got shocked and dragged out.

"Here, just lay down over my lap and I'll get started."

"Get started?" Weiss looked up to Blake.

"Oh! Brothers, yes, this first." Blake pulled out a ball gag from behind her. "Open up." Blake pulled down Weiss's chin. "This way you can't get yourself into too much more trouble."

Weiss was still too stunned to fight as the red rubber ball fitted itself into her mouth and Blake began to tighten the strap behind her head. Only after it was fastened did she realize how degrading it was. She was being gagged! Fucking gagged! What was next? A fucking muzzle ane a leash. Thank brothers she was gagged. If she hadn't been, she might have yelled that and given Blake some damned ideas.

Ok, maybe not thank brothers for being gagged, but still!. Weiss tried to wrestle it off, but Blake was quick to hold her hands down. "Hey! Hey! Shh!" Blake calmed- and far too effectively at that. "You were doing so well." She sighed. "Don't start fighting now. That was the worst part. Just breathe. I bet you'll love the rest… even the parts you will fight me over." Blake chuckled. "Are you sure you don't love your gag? You're very cute with it in."

Weiss shook her head as hard as she could.

"Aww, we can fix that. Now, left arm up, or get shocked."

Weiss groaned- a noise that almost came out as an unintentional growl due to the gag. She leveled a glare at Blake, but she complied rather than get herself in any deeper a hole.

Blake got to work quickly. First, she folded Weiss's arm over on itself before pulling out a ribbon. It was soft- silky against Weiss's skin as the faunus occasionally soothed a hand down her back. Every time Weiss tried to fight, Blake paused a moment to whisper a soft "Shh." Into her ear. It was… far more calming than it should have been. Before long, Blake finished tying up Weiss's left arm and moved on to her right, then proceeded to her legs.

Legs were far more embarrassing. Whereas the arms, Weiss felt actually mildly covered up during, when it came to her legs, it felt like all her intimacy was out and on display for the faunus as she had her legs bound tight.

When Blake finished, she stood from the bed and ushered Weiss to climb down from it and sit near her feet.

"Nuu!" Weiss mumbled through the gag and shook her head.

"Kitten! Come on. You were doing so well."

Weiss tried to fight her bindings, but she only seemed like a peeved pet stomping in frustration.

"Kitten." Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Weiss caved. She caved, but she soothed herself by refusing to look Blake in the eye as she moved to sit next to Blake's feet.

"Aww, such a good girl! So good for me!" Blake cooed. She knelt down to pet Weiss and scratch behind her ear. "I'm so proud of you! Why don't you walk around some and get used to it all? I'd rather you test it all out while I can watch over you and make sure you're ok."

Weiss grumbled, but… Blake had a point. If she ended up falling over and getting stuck or something, she'd rather it happen when Blake was there to help her up. Her elbows grew sore quickly. The ground was hard concrete and not kind to her joints. Though, aside from that, it wasn't too hard to move around. She wished her arms weren't doubled over tho. It'd make the whole position a little easier on her back and negate the pain on her elbows. When her arms were exhausted, she climbed back up onto the bed and did her best to hide under the blankets.

"Aww, Kitten tired?" Blake sat on the edge of the bed.

Weiss bit down on the rubber ball gag, doing her best to hide the rage at being treated like this.

"Well, if you aren't, I have a little something to tucker you out."

Weiss sat back on her legs and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Just sit there, I'm going to get prepared, and we will have some fun."

"Huh?" Weiss huffed.

"Shh, don't worry. This is going to be a daily treat from now on. As long as you aren't helping with the White Fang, we'll work on you being a goog Kitten, and then we will finish up with some playtime."

Playtime? Weiss turned her head and did her best to portray the question without words or her hands.

Blake didn't turn back to see what Weiss tried to ask though. Instead, she went to turn off the room's lights, and Weiss thought she might have left the room too- though, of that she couldn't be so sure. Either way, she knew Blake returned not much later by the feeling of the bed moving slightly and then the sound of the faunus clicking her tongue again.

"Alright, I'm back. Just come over here." Blake patted hands on her thighs to help orient Weiss.

"Waa?" Weiss mumbled.

"Shh. It's all alright. Just lay down over my lap again Kitten."

"Noo! K- tem!" Weiss huffed.

"Hey, hey, the point of the gag is to make sure you don't talk. Do we need to get you a bigger one?"

Weiss shook her head desperately.

"Good girl." Blake praised and as she helped Weiss over and onto her lap. "Ready?"

Weiss wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be ready for, but she could feel Blake doing something above her. Prepping some something or other. Maybe the sound of latex gloves being put on? But that sounded overly odd. Weiss just hoped it wouldn't be as mortifying as the fucking gag!

"Ok, now, tell me how this feels, alright Kitten?" Blake requested.

Weiss groaned and tried to look up to Blake with a 'what the fuck, I am still gagged' expression.

"Oh, yeah… uugh… we'll figure something out." Blake giggled. "You know, I bet your grunts and moans will be more honest than your words would have been anyway."

Weiss rolled her eyes and tried to relax, but the moment she felt the cold wet sensation on her spine just above where her back parted into her ass, she couldn't help but tense.

"Shh, it's alright. I know it's cold, but it should warm up in a moment." Blake comforted as two fingers worked the lotion into a small circle. She was right, it began to warm after a minute or two. But… after that… it wasn't just warm. It was… Weiss's body became…

What the hell? It was… when did she get a knot in her back? Had it been that tense before she was kidnapped? It had to be a knot- the touch of Blake's fingers working the lotion into her skin felt… it felt like a massage but better- like she'd had the tightest knot building there for years and only now was it beginning to come undone. "Ahh~" Weiss moaned into her gag. Brothers… it felt so nice. Sure, her masseuse back on Atlas drew out similar noises from her sometimes, but it was never so quick. Fuck, since when did the faunus have tense muscle vision atop night.

"That's it. Such a good Kitten. I told you you'd like it." Blake's free hand traced light fingers up and down Weiss's spine and sent shivers up and down her body.

Weiss's eyes quickly began to cross. It was… if it hadn't been so fantastic, it would have been too much. In no time, Weiss found herself moaning. She arched her back up and waved her ass into the touch. She was- she was- shattered moon in the sky, SHE WAS WET! Since when? When had her back been so sensitive, so easy to stimulate and- Weiss yelped as she realized the evidence of her embarrassment was dripping down the inside of her thigh. Why did that feel so good too?

"Now you're really getting into it, Kitten. That's my good girl." Blake pressed a little firmer on the spot, and everything only got stronger. "Do you want some more? I bet if I used enough more of this lotion, I could even make you cum without touching your drippy little pussy." Blake taunted, a finger dipping down to collect some of the wetness slipping down Weiss's thigh.

Weiss screamed into her gag. Blake! She should have known! Whatever Blake was using did this! It wasn't just a massage! It was another weird drugging! But this time it must have been some aphrodisiac sensitivity heightening lotion combo. She tried to stay angry, but as Blake placed her fingers back on the spot, every ideation of fighting just melted out of Weiss's mind. Fuck! She just might actually cum from it.

"If you're wondering. I just thought we could use a little helper after how long it took you to get close the first time we played. I just wanted to make sure you'd get to cum this time. No more getting all worked up and scratching yourself raw like that." Blake removed her fingers while she explained to ensure Weiss wasn't too fuck drunk to hear her.

Weiss just whined and pressed her ass back up. There would be time to be mad later, for now, she was painfully close- in the same way, that would drive her to scratching herself raw if that was what she had to do to get off.

"Aww, needy Kitten. I think we'll have a lot of fun with this lotion." Blake hummed, far too amused with herself. "You know, I may hate the SDC, but all that dust you've been having the faunus mine… it can do some pretty phenomenal things."

Weiss whined more demandingly and leaned against Blake. She needed to get off. Whatever Blake had been using on her, the effect seemed to be cumulative, and it had been building to quite the demanding ache.

"Fine fine, I'll give the impatient Kitten what she wants. But, I'm going to use even more down here." Blake clearly found the idea overly amusing as the lotion spurted out onto her gloved fingers. It was so much, she had to hold her hand in just such a way to prevent it from falling down. Blake began by spreading a good bit all around Weiss's labia, massaging that in, and then moving to her clit. That was how Weiss came the first time. She screamed into her gag, mind-melting out her ears as she convulsed in the hyperstimulated pleasure. She expected that to be all, but Blake didn't so much as pause.

The faunus only took the first of the heiress's climaxes as a sign that she should slip a finger in. With her thumb, Blake massaged more of the lotion into Weiuss's clit, forcing the orgasm to extend inhumanely long. All the while, she slipped her middle finger inside Weiss to give her walls something to convulse around. The heiress's greedy walls clamped hard around the finger, massaging the lotion into herself for the faunus. She had no moment to breathe, only minutes and minutes of orgasm and then another and another all lasting far longer than any of them had a right to.

By the time Blake slipped a second finger inside Weiss, the heiress had drool dribbling out of the gag and down her face with what must have been the most lewd expression ever. Eyes crossed, pure ecstasy filled her as Blake refused relief. The room spun and Weiss had no idea which way was up and which was down, but she did know the fingers fucking in and out of her owned her existence- at least for the time being. It was all she was; all she needed. It felt so good, and she needed more.

Weiss had not the foggiest clue how long the session had gone on for, only that when she was done, Blake removed the ball gag, cleaned her face, wiped down the mess that was her pussy and whole lower body for that matter. For a while after, Blake just held her. Maybe the faunus spoke, maybe she didn't. It all felt incredibly distant to Weiss like she had sunken somewhere else somewhere safe in Blake's warm arms.

In time, the haze of orgasm after orgasm faded, and Weiss had enough wherewithal to grunt something to Blake. It wasn't logical by any means, but it was an attempt at words… or at least at a sound.

"Hey Kitten. Did you have fun?" Though the room was dark, Weiss could somehow hear Blake's smile.

"Ahhh." Weiss groaned in a vague affirmative.

"Hungry?"

Weiss nodded.

"Thirsty too?"

Weiss nodded again.

"Here Kitten. I brought some treats for after when I got the lotion." Weiss could hear Blake opening a small sandwich baggie of some sort and she offered two crackers with peanut butter between them to Weiss. It was salty and sweet in the perfect way. I soothing treat that felt reminiscent of the 'junk food' her father claimed her friends ate during recess. It was comfort.

"Here, have some of this too Kitten." Blake pressed some water mixed with a tropical fruit juice of some sort. Maybe there was some coconut milk in there too? Weiss couldn't tell, but the drink matched perfectly with the crackers.

Blake continued feeding her and offering her the drink like that for a while. Eventually, Weiss shook her head to denote that she was full and layed down on the bed to signify it was time to sleep. She could fight and scream about it all in the morning. For now. She needed sleep.

End of Chapter 12