Chapter 15

Weiss was shaking when Blake reapproached the room. She'd gone too far. Way too far! My the most conservative of counts, she was at four, but she had a feeling that her last outburst would be likely to earn her more than just one or two punishments. Stupid! Why the hell did she need to lash out like that? All her terror built up to her rushing off the bed to Blake to beg forgiveness- or, to mediate the punishments she'd receive at least. "I! Blake I- I didn't I'm so-"

"Shut up and get in your ass in the chair." Blake cut the heiress off and kicked the gyno chair on wheels off to the center of the room. There were some bags attached to it that Weiss hadn't seen the last time. That certainly couldn't be a good sign.

"I- alright" Weiss's head dropped in acceptance of whatever might be coming next. She made her way off to the chair as Blake pulled things down and got set up. Weiss tried to avert her eyes. Looking would only send her into another panic. She'd only just barely been avoiding a complete meltdown every day since the last time Blake broke the chair out. Slipping into another; now of all times certainly wouldn't end well being as it wasn't likely Blake would take the time to calm her again. Such kindnesses seemed like a thing of the past after her outburst.

When Weiss arrived at the chair on her hands and knees, she tried to hop up, to climb up the chair, but her legs were bound that day, and she was still wearing her paw mittens. Normally, she'd have been able to just pull herself up, but the paws held her back from being able to. Just when she was about to look up to Blake for help, the faunus grabbed her by her waist and effortlessly picked her up just to toss her down on the chair. It hurt and was rough in a way Blake had never been with her before. That felt… it hurt in a non-physical way Weiss wasn't expecting.

"Get ready." Blake warned coldly as she sterilized a new needle.

Weiss wondered why she hadn't yet been gagged, but she didn't dare ask. Instead, she just tried to steady herself by laying her arms on the rests of the chair.

Blake must have been eagerly awaiting that exact moment, for she was hasty to lift up straps from under the armrests and tie Weiss down. "Can't have you fighting me or moving around too much. I want my Kitten's piercings to be perfectly level and even.

Weiss bit her tongue and fought not to say anything spiteful. Questions were probably also a bad idea unless she wanted to anger Blake further- yeah, no questions. Silence was the much better choice.

"Deep breath, It'll make grabbing those tiny little titties of yours easier to grab."

"Hey!" Weiss glared. Sure, her breasts weren't huge… and even Winter overshadowed her by... several cup sizes… and so what if she often dreamt of suddenly getting a new growth spirt isolated to her chest. But! But she'd put a lot of work into being happy with what she had! Even if sometimes she wanted more. Blake had no right to criticize them! It didn't matter if she had the perfect breasts; sizeable but perky, firm… the perfect pillows to fall asleep against- something Weiss had learned through experience. I! Irregardless! She had no right!

"What!" Blake returned the look with a killing intensity.

Weiss went to open her mouth, but nothing came out.

"That's what I thought." Blake huffed and took the heiress's breast roughly in one hand. It felt better than it had any right to. That damned lotion! Blake had been using it on Weiss's chest more and more. Two more times in the past two days, and the combination and it being so recent left her weak to the assault. The poor heiress tried to subdue an obvious expression of pleasure growing on her face, but she knew she failed by the smirk Blake wore.

The evil, heinous, sadistic Owner pinched and pulled at Weiss's nipple, teasing it until Weiss couldn't help but moan. "Oh, sorry, gotta make sure it's ready to be pierced right; ensure it sets neat and right." She offered with a preformative pout. Weiss was rather certain that teasing her could do nothing to help the piercing set better, Blake only wanted to taunt and embarrass her.

Weiss just turned her nose up and looked away. "Just get it over wi-" She went ridged at the sensation of forceps holding her nipple tight and harshly.

"Take a deep breath, or don't. I don't much care anymore." Blake shrugged cold before simply shoving the needle through.

Weiss screamed and fought at the bindings that held her hands down. It hurt far more than she expected, and yet her traitorous twat still quivered greedily at the delicious painful sensation. The pain and quivering only reignited a moment later when Blake forced through a small little barbell. Weiss couldn't help but whimper and write in the chair.

"You like that? Desperate little slut." Blake taunted with a little huff as she took the still freshly pierced nipple between her fingers to pull and taunt at its cruelty.

"Blake! Blake! Stop! Oouch!" Weiss cried out, but the end sounded traitorously like a moan. "That! That hurts!" She protested breathless as slick dribbled down her cunt just to taunt her needy ass.

"Sure you're still too proud to declare your desperation to devour faunus pussy?" Blake gnashed and abused the injured breast further. She took it full in her palm, groping and squeezing just so Weiss thought she might lose herself; be it in pain or pleasure, neither of them could really tell.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Weiss cried for relief. It was too much, and worst of all, the sensation of her wetness teasing her newly sensitized hole refused to let her forget about the lingering arousal from denying her desires that morning. She- she was close! Blake'd touch hurt, but fuck it felt good too. She was about- about to cu~

"NO!" Blake snapped the word forcefully against Weiss's ear as she removed her hand.

"Ahh!" Weiss shuttered, still lingering so close to the edge! Just another touch! "Plea-"

"NO!" Blake ordered again. "So prideful; well, I'll disabuse you of that foolish fucking notion. I'll show you just what a craven little whore you are." She paused, taking a deep, sultry breath against Weiss's ear. "And if you try and resist, I'll just make sure you fall even further."

Weiss was still panting, lost in the taunt and her arousal when Blake took her other nipple and ruthlessly pierced it too. The heiress thought she would cum, but once more, Blake removed her hands entirely before she could. She fought with the chair, strived to free her hands to get the rest of the way there. She fought with all her might, but it was useless. The bindings were too tight, too strong. All she could do was try to press her thighs together, but even then, Blake just held them apart and seemed to delight in her agony. "Please! Please just let me-" Weiss begged.

"No!" Blake snatched the heiress's chin and held it painfully. "You are mine now, and you will only cum if I want you to."

Weiss gulped.

"Now, may I continue without your greedy little cunt trying to cum when it's not allowed? Or must I forcibly change your focus to something other than what a craven little slut you are?"

Weiss choked, unsure if Blake wanted a response or if she could actually manage one. Praying it would be enough, Weiss simply nodded and stopped trying to close her legs.

"Good Kitten." Blake huffed and turned her attention down to Weiss's pussy. The cruelty only ramped up from there. The faunus expected her to stave off a climax while she began to toy with her clit? How- how did Blake ever expect her to-

It was the terror of realization that pulled Weiss away from her impending orgasm. Blake pulled back her hood just to catch it with the forceps. That alone hurt well enough! The cold metal which had been a nice little taunt on her breasts felt cold and evil against her hood, but Weiss knew it was kind in comparison with what was yet to come. "No! Nononono! No! Don't! Not there, it's-" Weiss's head shot up, but Blake just held the sensitive flesh tighter with the metal contraption. It was more than enough to nail the heiress down to the table. "Please-"

"Shut up, or I'll pierce your actual clit too!"

Weiss gripped at the stress balls inside her makeshift paws, desperate to have something to keep her together as Blake prepared the needle.

"Deep breath." Blake offered with at least an iota of the care she usually had in the past- an improvement from the rest of the session, but still far from enough to actually put Weiss at ease.

Weiss screamed and sobbed as the sharp needle pressed through her hood. For a moment, she thought she'd die, but then the worst was over and all she could feel was blood rushing down to her pussy. With each thudding pulse, she thought it'd be enough to push her over, but she held back; she wasn't sure how, but she did. Even as Blake pushed the curved little barbell through the new hole and one end rested on the tip of her clit, somehow, Weiss restrained herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Blake carefully blotted around the three new piercings. It was too much; so much that it no longer mattered if most of it was pleasure or pain; whichever it was, Weiss couldn't even fucking tell any longer. All the poor heiress could do was try to breathe through the sensation.

"There." Blake pinched at both of Weiss's breasts in just such a way that felt manufactured to remind the heiress how small they were.

All Weiss could do was hiccup through heavy but erratic breaths.

"Bet that hurts, huh slut?" Blake grabbed the heiress's face by her chin again.

Weiss choked on another sob as she tried to nod.

"Have anything else you'd like to say?" Blake's grip tightened. "Any other maniacal dictators you'd like to liken me to?"

"No." Weiss coughed on her voice, hoarse from screaming.

"Have you learned your place?"

"Yes." Weiss whispered.

"Are you going to be a good Kitten now?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Much better." Blake visibly shivered at the title.

"P- please… I- it hurts…"

"Please what?!" Blake huffed.

"Piercings… hurt!"

Recognition flashed over Blake's face. "You want your drugs, you little addicted whore."

"Please." Weiss repeated, tears falling again.

"Say it."

"Say- what?"

"That you want your drugs and that you're a little addicted whore."

Weiss panted and kicked as best she could while tied up and tied down. "I- I- I'm an addicted whore and I want my drugs." The heiress sunk to a new low, and the shame of it was far from lost on her.

"Good girl." Blake offered and fished in one of her pockets for two of the dust crystals which she offered up to the heiress in quick succession.

It was at least half the relief Weiss had been searching for. The sweet crystalline structure that dissolved on her tongue so quickly after being bitten took all the pain away. It took all the pain, but left the pleasure- left it with nothing to be tempered by. The blissed-out nebula Weiss was accustomed to the drug being accompanied by instead became an insistent need. All she could feel was the new metal on her nipples and clit taunting her.

Immediately, what shattered remains of Weiss's mind there were focused on a single dilapidated thought; a hope really. Hope that it was over and she'd finally be allowed the rest of the relief she needed. But the poor heiress was barely even halfway done.

End of Chapter 15