Chapter 14

Blake didn't relent till Weiss's ass had absorbed every last drop of the lotion. If Weiss had been together enough to realize it at the time, she would have caught the sound of Blake stifling her own orgasm into her elbow. The lotion really had affected her too. Maybe it wouldn't stay permanent with the same strength, but from now on, Blake would have to be careful to pace herself with that hand if she didn't want to get too worked up or even come apart herself.

As it was though, Weiss came apart far before Blake did. The faunus only pushed her farther and farther beyond any breaking point she had. Occasionally, as the lotion nearly ran dry, Blake used her other hand to tease at Weiss's dripping pussy. That was the worst part; worst by far. Evil and horrible, Weiss haded how even her own vagina wasn't as sensitive as the hole Blake had been smothering in the lotion. She remembered praying it just wouldn't stay that way… that she wouldn't have to resort to that for pleasure from now on.

Weiss remembered that after her last orgasm, she was once more brought into Blake's arms for gentle cuddles, reassurances, and a small session where Blake hand-fed her treats and gave her water again. This was the first time Weiss truly felt she needed it. Everything had been beyond too much, and the idea of being left alone in bed after it all was somehow worse than being held by even Blake. She remembered the faunus calmly shushing her and petting down her back, sending the heiress off to sleep with such a kind sweet voice.

When Weiss woke next, her every muscle was sore in the most glorious of ways. Climaxing so many times had truly exhausted her. She stretched out and quickly realized that Blake had removed the bindings on her legs somewhere amongst the night. It did afford her the ability to stand, but for whatever reason, Weiss simply rolled out of bed and made her way over to her bowl for a drink of water on her hands and knees. Blake had given her some dry cereal for breakfast today, and Weiss took a bite or two before returning to her bed.

There wasn't much else to do when it came to her days now. Though, Blake seemed more than eager to help with the elbows and knees thing. Maybe the faunus would be willing to help give her something to do with all this extra time if she was good? It felt like a double-edged sword of an idea. On the one side, maybe she'd get something to keep her busy, keep her mind going as she awaited her release. On the other, what would Blake want in return? What all would being good entail? Weiss felt sick… she felt sick, and worse, she felt the slightest tingle in her gut. Fuck! Did the lotion have a nice fucked side effect to keep her horny even the next day? Weiss rolled over, groaned, and did her best to ignore it.

Her best was not nearly enough! Weiss tried to satiate herself by rolling over and putting a pillow in between her legs- certainly a horrible idea! It only served to work her up further! Since when was she so fucking insatiable? The thought only brought back flashes of the previous night. Blake's fingers fucking in and out of her ass as she clamped around them, screaming in relief. It was so good… she could… she could try it again? Just a nice finger slipping in back there? She could suck on it, stick the finger in her mouth, moan round it and then tease her ass with it… it would feel so good but- No! No! Weiss needed to keep her wits about her! No fucking around just because she was a little horny! She'd tried that already, and it ended up with scratches covering her legs and breasts! No! She couldn't give in!

By some miracle, Weiss didn't give in. She managed to keep herself strong for the whole rest of the week. Even when Blake continued her training with the lotion. The faunus mostly focused on her pussy and breasts, along with the spot on her back, but she added in just behind Weiss's ears when Friday rolled around- or, at least what Weiss thought was probably Friday. It was hard to tell days without the sun or a clock. Blake followed through on her promises of knee pads and hand wraps for makeshift paws instead of using her elbows. It was kind of her- about as kind as a kidnapper could be at least.

Weiss wasn't sure if she should be happy or scared when Saturday rolled around- or at least, the day that was supposed to be Saturday. It must have been because Blake had alluded to Weiss getting to choose help the White Fang tomorrow before she left for the night. When she woke, she was already wet. It'd been a side effect of whatever lotion Blake had been using on her, and it'd only been getting worse. As with as she had done the rest of the week, Weiss ignored it. She trudged out of bed and snacked on her breakfast- yogurt again, but this time it had strawberries and blueberries with it.

As was often the case, by the time Weiss turned around, she saw the faunus standing there in the doorway and watching her- something much much worse now that Weiss was nearly always overly wet.

"You like your yogurts?"

"They are my favorite of the breakfasts… though, the omelet from Thursday was nice- if hard to eat." Weiss answered with a small shrug as she trotted back into the bed before making a small circle and sitting down.

"You seem to like your paws a lot better now." Blake pointed to the rough paws she'd fashioned with a pair of gloves, two stress balls, and, of course, some of her ribbon.

"Huh? Oh yeah! They're soft! The knee pads help a lot too!" Weiss popped up for a moment to paw at the ground with them both.

"I have some better paws coming in for you soon, but it is Menagerie, so shipping takes a while out here."

Weiss nodded and tried to hide how antsy she was. Blake's visits always ended in feeling really good, all cummed out, dripping and getting cuddled. Those were all things Weiss felt she needed after a morning of being good and not caving to her more carnal desires.

"And, how'd you sleep Kitten?" Blake stepped in closer.

"I've been sleeping really well." Weiss admitted.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it."

"And you?" Weiss asked in an almost cheery voice.

Blake frowned. "Long night. I had a lot to work on."

"Oh!" Weiss sat back on her heels and pouted. For a moment she considered asking what was wrong, but then she remembered, this woman was her captor! Not her friend! Being the only person she got to interact with didn't change that.

Blake flashed a forced but still half-hearted smile. "You look all excited this morning? Something up?"

Weiss pawed at the bed under her awkwardly. "I… it's Saturday now, right?"

Blake nodded.

"So… I can… I mean! I don't want to! But! I! If I help with whatever you want, I can have clothes, bathe myself, cook, all that, right?"

"That eager to help Kitten?"

"No! I just said! It's! No! I just! Want some modicum of freedom again." Weiss murmured. She already sounded like she was approaching her breaking point.

Blake just nodded limply. "Alright Kitten. Do you want to play before we talk about what I want of you, or after?"

"I- we still have to play even if I comply?"

"No." Blake shook her head. "Not if you don't want."

"I don't!" Weiss affirmed harshly.

Blake just stood there, staring the heiress down.

"So?" Weiss patted impatiently at the bedding with her paws.

"So what Kitten?"

"So! What do you want me to do?" Weiss huffed and looked away, doing her best to portray her distaste for it all.

Blake cracked the all too familiar grin that signed something stomach-churning was about to come for Weiss. "Nothing too extreme this time."

"You… you wanted me to say something criticizing the SDC, right?"

"Something like that." Blake nodded.

"I! I want to do it then!" Weiss yelped. "I want to do it, and I want to be able to walk around again! Eat a meal like a normal person! Give my body some damned relief from that lotion you use."

"I thought you liked the lotion? It always makes you cu-"

"I don't!" Weiss slammed her paws on the bed in frustration.

"You always seem to like it?" Blake shrugged and began to approach Weiss's bed.

"Well, I don't!" Weiss pressed again- though she was less than convincing. "I! But! What do you want me to say? Just that my dad's an abusive ass hat or something?"

"That's a bit much." Blake's brows furrowed. It was a good idea, it'd probably do a lot to sway public opinion once they got to that stage, but waiting on something so big would probably be best.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed and laid down in the shape of a small loaf on the bed.

"Shh." Blake soothed, reaching out and patting Weiss's head.

Weiss just glared back, but when Blake stopped, the glare only intensified.

Blake laughed and returned to petting Weiss's head. "Do you think you're ready?" She questioned softly and sat down.

"Of course! It's just saying shit about the SDC!" Weiss huffed with far more willingness than Blake ever expected.

Blake almost felt bad correcting the heiress. She seemed… well she seemed fucking excited- even though that couldn't be possible. But… Just criticizing the SDC wouldn't get everything they needed done. "It's not just that Kitten. There's a little more."

"More?" Weiss perked with a concerned look.

Blake nodded and hummed as her fingers played gently with Weiss's hair.

"Well! What more?"

"We have a whole script written up for you- outfit too."

"Aww! Clothes!" Weiss cooed dreamily.

"You want me to read it to you?" Blake offered, laying back on the bed and pulling out her scroll to read the script that she and some of the other White Fang members whose stomachs hadn't turned at the idea of what they were doing agreed on.

"Mhmm… sure." Weiss shrugged noncommittally.

"Ok, one sec." Blake flicked through her phone; an idea dawning on her. The two of them on the bed… they'd grown far more familiar than she'd ever actually anticipated. They actually would have looked like a couple relaxing in bed to anyone else. Her hand gently going through Weiss's hair, the heiress lackadaisical curled up into a loaf, and the two of them talking about some something or other. "H- here we go, found it." Blake forced herself from such peculiar thoughts before she started having any thoughts she shouldn't.

"Ok."

"I, Weiss Schnee- you of course-" Blake clarified. "Have been taken by the White Fang, and am happy to have been taken from my home at the SDC where they enslave and abuse innocent faunus. Ever since being taken, I've been being trained into their happy little kitten. I love it so much when they abuse my holes, and I can't wait to get to eat faunus pussy every day! Hehe, I'm a good little White Fang slut!" Blake finished and turned to the heiress who had pulled away from her hand. Weiss wore a horrid look of disgust. Blake had more or less expected that, but Weiss had been so receptive to the rest of her training that she almost hoped Weiss would leap at the chance to be tauntingly demeaned or just feign displeasure before going along with it. It was a foolish hope, but that didn't change that Blake really thought there was a chance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Weiss recoiled.

"Do you not think it would be enough to horrify your father and push him to free the faunus?" Blake sat up in the bed, pretending not to understand.

"It's I! I don't care! I won't say that! I'll never say that! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Too comfortable! Far too comfortable! That was what Weiss had become! Stupid! How the hell could she have slipped like that? Blake was just another demented White Fang member, nothing more!

Blake tilted her head and pouted. "So, you won't help us again this week?"

"Of course not, you bitch!" Weiss's eyes snapped wide the moment the words left her mouth. Once more, without thinking, she'd turned Blake down- but now she knew what the consequences were, she knew there was no walking it back. "No! No! No!"

"Alright. Alright." Blake held up her hands. "That's fine. I've grown to enjoy playing with you anyways." Again, the bitch cracked that sly smile. "Actually, I'm a little happy, this week's punishment is really fun."

"No! Blake! I! I'll do it! I-" Weiss rushed to plead.

"No, no, it's alright. I won't force you." Blake shook her head. "You just stay steady, I'll be back with the chair for your punishment and everything else I need for today."

"Punishment?" Weiss stilled in terror.

"Mhmm, and don't think I missed that foul mouth of yours Kitten. I think we should keep the gag in for the rest of the day unless you are eating or drinking." Blake patted her thighs and moved to leave the room.

"No! I! Fuck you! You can't do this! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Two." Blake denoted without so much as looking back to Weiss.

"No! Stop it! Stop fucking with me like this! I am not a toy! I am not a Kitten! I am Weiss Schnee!" Weiss grabbed the closest pillow and tossed it as hard at Blake as she could with the paws still on. "No!"

"That is the exact problem! You privileged little cunt!" Blake snapped, spinning around on her heels. "You! You fucking Schnees think the world needs to revolve around you! Well, you know what? Now you can have exactly what you want. You are mine now! My little Kitten who I can do whatever I want with! So, I'll enjoy breaking you, I will devote all my time to it and getting what the White Fang needs from you one way or another."

"I-" Weiss went to speak, but Blake cut her off.

"You're already at three. If you go any further, I'll really have to start getting creative with your punishments!"

"You're no better than the last leader of the White Fang." Weiss's voice was quiet, but her tone carried more pride than it had since she'd first been taken. "You're just like that bull bastard who raped that innocent SDC worker just because he could." She expected Blake to cut her off by now, she didn't think she'd get a quarter that far, but then she was still talking and she didn't know how to stop. "Not because she was actually in charge, not cause she'd actually done anything wrong herself, but because she wasn't a faunus; because she looked like the people doing horrible things and he could. So he did. And you are no better." Weiss was out of breath from how her heart pounded fearfully. She knew this wouldn't go unpunished. "You're just another monster; same as the rest of us."

Weiss had no way of knowing how deep her words could cut- the new leader's connection to the old. She certainly had no way of knowing how those specific words in that specific order could have formed the perfect storm to break what restraint Blake still held. "That's what you want? Then I'll be your monster." Blake answered calm and low, hair seeming to fall over her face and cover her eyes before she turned and left the room.

Weiss was fucked. She just didn't know exactly how yet.

End of Chapter 14