Chapter 13
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Weiss felt like a brand new woman when she woke. She had never endured so many orgasms in a single day much less back to back. She wasn't very happy about being tied up how she was, but at least she was no longer gagged. In defense of the ribbons… they were pretty. Black silky ribbons wrapped her limbs over each other so if she cared to move, she'd have to do it on her elbows and knees.
The heiress was no complete stranger to being bound. It'd been a while because ever since her… off year, Weiss had been too busy to partake, but once upon a time, she was somewhat regular in finding someone around campus who would be willing to use her favorite handcuffs on her for the evening. Less than a fan of her arms, Weiss figured she might have thoroughly enjoyed the way her legs were tied up if she'd been able to experiment with it and a safe word. The black ribbon was so soft, tight around her flesh, but in a way she felt was empirically superior to both rope and her cuffs. Beyond that, it seemed sturdier than most rope. Sure, the tensile strength was probably lessor or similar to that of rope, but this didn't leave much wiggle room given its flat nature. Beyond that, it was frankly beautiful. The black silk ribbons sat neatly over each other all the way up and down her legs. She'd appreciated shibari and its aesthetic rather thoroughly for years, but maybe she had a new favorite? Then again… it was doubtful she'd find a way to enjoy it after she was freed.
Aside from all that, just as with the shibari she once thoroughly enjoyed- and despite all her better instincts! Weiss felt oddly secured by the bindings. It was even better with the blankets pulled over her and some pillows to snuggle up to. She laid in bed, just dozing, comforted and pleased with her first long lazy morning in years. She did need to enjoy the little things if she was to get through this after all.
In time, hunger dragged Weiss out from her comfortable snooze. She was slow as she sauntered over to her bowl, attempting to be easy on her elbows. Her bowl had been refilled with what seemed to be a nice little spinach chicken salad. It might not have been her go-to, but it was far from bad looking. It actually tasted pretty good too, Blake had added in some nice dressing Weiss couldn't quite put her paw on. Taste felt mildly irrelevant though being as it was an infuriating thing to try and eat out of a bowl. She gave up her attempts to eat the last bits from the bowl when she felt herself having to wave her ass up in the air to get at it. As if it wasn't enough reason to just be incredibly embarrassed, she found something about the cold air against her backside to be… more stimulating than it had any reason to be. That damned lotion hadn't worn off! Her pussy and that small spot on her back were both still… still… Weiss didn't even want to think about it! No! No! Just deny! There was no issue at all! She wasn't wet! She didn't crave for Blake to come back and tease at that spot at the base of her back! No! NO! She didn't want that!
Panting in frustration with her jumbled mind, Weiss quickly slurped up as much water as she could, and returned to bed. Back in bed, it was much easier to ignore whatever the hell was going on with her body. There, she could just pull the covers back over herself- even if she had to do it with her teeth- and return to another nice little cat nap.
Weiss repeated that cycle for the rest of the day. Sleep a while, get up, eat some of whatever Blake put out for her- it seemed to change every cycle or two so that Weiss's bowl was never empty- and go back to bed. It must have been an intentional effect of Blake's design. She'd devised the room and bound Weiss in such a way that there was little more to do than sleep and eat; more or less forcing Weiss to take her little cat naps and acquaint herself with how to walk around.
She couldn't quite tell how much time passed each time she slept. There was still no window in the room. The lights had been turned back on, but dimmed so she wasn't blind and could still sleep. All in all, things were calm, but boring. On the bright side, that meant Weiss wasn't being actively humiliated… though it also deprived her of the opportunity to scream at Blake for trying what she had. But… maybe that was a good thing. There was no way to know what punishments that type of lashing out would incur her. With that worry on her mind and a fearful little whimper on her lips, Weiss slipped back to sleep.
The Kitten to be didn't wake again until there was a hand on her shoulder, gently rousing her back to life. Intermittently, Blake whispered her familiar "Shh…" and those clicks of her tongue as she roused Weiss.
"Huh?" Weiss questioned drowsily, eyelids half-lidded.
"That's it, time to wake up Kitten."
"Wha-" Weiss immediately bit down and turned her face to the hand near resting on her shoulder from how her arms were doubled up over on themselves. Thank god, she hadn't been gagged again in her sleep!
"No, no, I won't use that again unless you act up. Your face is too pretty to take up with the gag all the time."
"I… thanks." Weiss grumbled.
"Good Kitten." Blake lit up all cheery and delighted.
"I'm n-" Weiss bit her tongue before she ended up right back in the gag she so loathed.
"Cleaver. You're catching on to the rules." Blake praised and soothed a hand down the side of Weiss's cheek.
Weiss groaned but said nothing more.
"And how are you doing with these?" Blake pulled at the ribbons wrapped around Weiss's arm.
Weiss glared up at the faunus. "I hate them. As if it isn't insulting enough, you put me in a concrete room and expect me to walk on my knees and elbows. Knees are one thing! But Elbows!"
"Alright. I'll find some fluffy rugs to put in here." Blake nodded.
"Whatever." Weiss just rolled her eyes before rolling over, turning so she faced the wall rather than her captor.
"Hey! Kitten! I'm trying to be nice."
"Nice? Nice! You are trying to be nice?" Weiss rose her voice but dialed it back before she got herself into too much trouble. "First off, don't pretend a damn rug will actually make it easier on my elbows. It'll only save them from getting any more cut up on the concrete." Weiss might have been being melodramatic. It wasn't like the concrete was overly coarse. But, she did have a point, after enough time, she would likely really hurt her elbows. "More importantly, nice would have at least included a warning yesterday."
Blake took a moment, sitting silently and Weiss thought the faunus was just planning a new punishment. Weiss jumped when a hand landed on her side, terror filling her. "Ok, if you prefer, I can try and fashion you some hand bindings with a cushion at the palm for paws rather than your elbows. If that's not enough, we'll get you knee pads. I think I still have some from when I played volleyball." She gently ran her hand up and down Weiss's side while keeping herself away from anywhere woefully inappropriate. "Either way, I'll have some time to find a fix because I came down here to take them off of you for today."
"You what?" Weiss rolled back over.
"Well, yeah. I don't need you wearing them twenty-four seven. Plus, too much might cut off circulation. So, we're giving you a day to stretch out and make sure you're doing fine. Tomorrow we'll put them back on. Well… something different now I guess, but, you get the idea."
"I- I- I don't have to wear them constantly?"
Blake just shook her head. "So, please don't give me a reason that I have to keep you tied up all the time."
"Ok." Weiss nodded.
"Good kitten, now give me your arm so I can start undoing it?"
Weiss resisted both the conflicting urges she felt- one pushing her to snap at the faunus, the other suggesting she should say thank you. Either way, she obeyed and offered up her arm.
Blake was quiet as she slowly unwrapped the ribbons. She said nothing even as she coiled the first back up and moved to Weiss's other arm. Before she moved to Weiss's legs though, she spoke back up. "What did you need a warning for?"
Weiss choked on air. She hadn't expected Blake to ask, moreover, she certainly hadn't expected Blake's tone to be almost… somber? "You- you don't know?"
"I just want to be sure." Blake looked down to her lap as she rolled back up the ribbon that had been around Weiss's arm.
"I! Well! First off! What… what the hell was that stuff you used on me? That! It! Felt! Well… you know full well what it did!"
Blake's brows knitted together but she didn't look up from her work. "You didn't like it?" She paused her work as silence took over the room. "You sounded like you liked it."
Weiss gritted her teeth. She was livid with Blake for pretending she didn't already know, but she incensed that Blake was fucking right. It'd felt so good. Just thinking about it had her core slickening again. God damn it! How long did the lotion last! Its effects had diminished significantly, but Weiss knew she still wasn't back to her usual self.
Blake looked back to Weiss, still awaiting a reply.
"Something feeling good is not equivalent to liking it." Weiss pouted. "I- I get it. You're… doing this all to embarrass me or whatever… but you could have told me what it would do first."
"If I told you, would you not have fought me? Gotten yourself in infinitely more trouble?" Blake began to fidget with the ribbons in her hands.
She was right. Weiss knew that much. But she didn't like it.
"I suppose I should tell you it's not going to stop. I'm going to keep using it on you."
Weiss couldn't manage the conflicting combination of emotions. Excitement! She'd feel fantastic again, so good, fucked out of her mind. Horror! Blake would be doing it.
"But the more I use it, the more you'll like it. You will only get more sensitive as we go. I figured it couldn't hurt to permanently help you be honest with yourself by modifying your sensitivity."
Weiss swallowed around her rapidly thickening tongue. "P- permanent?" She coaked out.
Blake frowned. "Can't you feel it? I know it's just a first application, but I know I used a lot of it." She seemed to await an answer for a moment, but when none came, she lowered the hand that rested on Weiss's side to caress on the spot at her back.
"Ahnn~" Weiss's soft lips parted as she moaned.
"See, I knew I used a lot… though, it's not been the full three days for it to level off, so that might still be a bit extra sensitive because it's still fresh." Blake cheered with a considerate expression.
Weiss glared daggers back at Blake. How dare she! That was! It simply wasn't fair! Blake couldn't just go touching that spot! Especially not now! Not when it was… brothers… it felt like caressing at her g spot out of nowhere.
"How are you doing with all the sensitivity by the way? Been having any fun?" Blake gave a cheeky little wink.
"I'm… I'm not such a slut that I can't go a day without playing with myself!" Weiss snapped, cheeks burning and body making its best protest against her argument.
"Ok then." Blake's expression turned devious. "We'll see if we can't fix that."
"Whatever. Just… leave and let me sleep!" Weiss made a show of turning back over in the bed so she no longer had to see Blake.
"Aww." Blake sighed and did something with the ribbons or something or some other, Weiss couldn't have cared less what the faunus did as long as she left and allowed her to go back to sleeping till her father caved and bought her back to avoid the shame. "Come on Kitten, don't be so mad. You're just too cute to just not play with."
Something in Weiss broke at that; she snapped and all the logic that held her and her pride back from getting her in infinite amounts more trouble broke for just a moment. She tossed back over and screamed "You can call me Kitten all you want, but I'm still a person, not some sexto- toaah~" In the midst of her screaming, Weiss was cut off by Blake boldly shoving two fingers directly into her mouth. Weiss could tell immediately. The fingers were coated in an incredibly thick layer of the same lotion Blake had used the day prior. It felt unmistakable. The slight cold that gave way to such warm pleasure. She tried to pull back, but Blake only pushed the fingers deeper in her mouth and even began to push the lotion down her throat. "Bwtch!" Weiss tried to bite, but found herself having trouble. Maybe it was a side effect of the lotion or something- either way, it was infuriating.
"Aww, there you go Kitten. Lick it all up. I bet it feels great." Blake moaned softly. "It actually is a really nice lotion, huh?" She wiggled her fingers, and for the first time, Weiss realized Blake wasn't wearing gloves this time. "Hope you like my fingers." Blake chuckled anxiously. "You got me all mad and impulsive. I forgot to wear a glove before I touched the stuff. Oh well, They'll be a lot more fun to use on you now." Her fingers plunged in and out of Weiss's throat, fucking her mouth. Weiss just hoped against hope that her pussy wasn't drooling as needily as her actual lips. Blake leaned in, fingers moving faster, gathering the abundance of lotion and forcing it back so that if Weiss wanted the height of pleasure from her mouth, she'd have to whoreishly deep throat whatever was fucking her there. With a low voice, a demanding whisper stole what focus Weiss could manage. "If you want to be all bad like that, we'll just have to give you something better to do with that mouth of yours." The rebel leader took one deep breath in and exhaled in a growl. "I'll adore showing you your place when I break out the strap and fuck your face and throat so hard you can't stand from all the orgasms."
Weiss panted, the rush of air through her nose and down her throat only serving to drive her mad that little bit faster. She couldn't help as she moaned onto the fingers. Worse yet, she couldn't stop herself when she began to suck the fingers down; hoping she could get them further down her throat and achieve what was already so close.
The heiress was completely oblivious when Blake's free hand-picked up both of hers and pinned them above her head. That, however, changed quickly when the faunus removed her fingers from Weiss's throat. "No! No! More! More! Close!" Weiss pleaded, tongue desperately rubbing the lotion into the roof of her mouth with the hope that she could tumble over.
"No." Blake growled. "You've been a bad Kitten. No free treats for that." She took the hand still coated in some lotion, but mostly Weiss's saliva and spread the mixture over Weiss's bare breasts.
Weiss whined. Even though most of it was still caught in her throat, it seemed to do just as well on her breasts. They'd already been rather sensitive, but the addition of the lotion only made it worse. She was close. Weiss clamped her thighs together and tried to get the relief she needed, but it wasn't enough. She needed Blake. She needed the faunus's fingers.
"I'm going to go wash off my hand now. You sit still till I get back, and I'll let you cum."
"Wash?" Weiss tried to speak and quickly learned that saying more than a sentence too fast like this might make her go mad.
"A little is fine, but I can't let myself end up a drippy mess every time I finger you from now on; if I wash my fingers off, it will help lessen the effects."
Weiss whined, too horny to put together the words to beg for Blake to do the same for her, but desperately trying to portray the wish with her eyes.
"Remember, stay still, or I won't let you cum." Blake threatened and stood from her spot on the bed next to Weiss.
Poor attempts at calculations flashed through Weiss's mind. Could she get there before Blake returned? If she could, then how bad would the punishment be? It felt so good and she was so close! Weiss wanted to cum! She needed to cum! Hands fidgeted anxiously and Weiss looked to Blake who washed her hands all too slowly at the kitchenette sink. "Blake! Blake! Please!" She found herself crying out and drowning in pleasure from it.
The faunus meticulously washed her hand, trying to get all of it off, all while fighting to ignore how it felt already. She'd been stupid, got angry, and made a mistake. But fuck it felt fantastic to shove her fingers down Weiss's tight little throat and watch the bitch moan on it. Breaths grew heavy as she wiped herself clean and imagined doing it all over again. The heiress's screams only made ignoring her own arousal all the harder. Blake managed to calm herself and quickly donned gloves to avoid the same mistake as she returned. "I'm so proud of you, such a good Kitten, you stayed still and didn't touch."
Weiss approached her breaking point as the faunus stood above her, demeaning her. Fuck! There was no right for it to be so hot! Her pussy dripped and she needed to touch! She needed to cum! She needed Blake.
It was clear to them both how desperate Weiss was; how far she must have been willing to debase herself just for a moment's worth of pleasure. They both knew, and Blake decided to be merciful rather than request anything more of the heiress. Instead, kind or no, Blake just sat down on the edge of the bed, took the lotion, filled her left palm with it, and began getting down to work. Weiss's legs were still bound and it made for a breathtaking sight as Blake forcibly parted them to reveal Weiss's drenched pussy. Weiss's legs reflexively tried to clench shut, but Blake was too strong.
Weiss thought she might begin to cry when she spotted Blake take a gob of the lotion in two fingers just to press it to her entrance. Was she not already defiled enough? Did the faunus need to ruin her further? Did it need to be so arousing an idea when amidst such a lust fogged moment? Weiss covered her eyes with her forearms as if that could hide her shame.
Blake took Weiss's trying to hide as a sign that she should truly begin. She took the excess of what she'd already spread across the Kitten's labia and quickly began working it inside. Weiss was sopping wet. The lotion only amplified that. Before long, Weiss was screaming. The lotion worked wonders and compounding its effects had her hips bucking onto Blake's fingers. It warmed and brought new life with it as it heightened Weiss's everything.
All it took was for Blake to curl her fingers, so she did. She did and the heiress broke. Biting back a sob, Weiss came. She was moderately sure she squirted for the first time of her life, but it was hard to tell with how she had already soaked the bedding under her. Eyes puffy and throat sore, she tried to look Blake in the eyes, but the faunus was busy scooping more of the lotion up from her left hand. "Wha- what're you~"
"Oh, that wasn't all Kitten. You're not done. We still have a new spot to work on." Blake pressed the two fingers against Weiss's unsuspecting asshole. "By the time I'm done with you, I'll probably have almost a dozen spots I can make you cum from with just a couple of small caresses. By then you'll be such a well-trained slut of a Kitten."
End of Chapter 13
