Chapter 16

Content Warning: No aftercare, more intense piercings, angry dom

Weiss couldn't manage to lift her head as the drug-filled her- or rather emptied her of pain so everything else she felt could take its place.

At the sight of Weiss beginning to slip away, Blake snatched the heiress by her hair and began to taunt her. "You like that, you like that slutty Kitten?"

"P- please." Weiss requested limply between blissed-out broken and needy whines.

"Please what Kitten?" Blake sang, delighting in the broken heiress begging; pride a distant memory.

"Please! I- horny! It- the piercings." Weiss tried to wiggle, to move, to buck her hips up and grind against Blake for that little bit her body needed.

"Is this what you want?" Blake grabbed Weiss's healed breast with one hand just to grope it greedily. "You want me to play with you? Or maybe I should start piercing you some more? You kept moaning and crying out every time?"

Weiss's breaths came faster and harder. She fought to hide just how weak she was to the singular hand taunting her breast.

"Aww, that is what you want? You like your new jewelry?" Blake mused and began to pull at the barbell pierced through Weiss's right nipple. "I got this set special. They're all black rather than the usual silver; to remind you…" She pulled so hard Weiss thought the piercing might rip through her poor abused nipple. At least it had healed enough from the dust that it wasn't still on an open wound. "You are mine." Blake released the piercing. Weiss threw herself back and shook on the chair. It was too much! The pain and release had her reeling just to come undone. She leaned back in to whisper into the heiress's ear. "Even if you go home, even if you find some magic combination of dust to undo everything I do to you. You'll still know. You are, were, and always will be… mine." Blake placed both hands on Weiss's breasts to massage them slow and gently. "Do you hear me? No matter where you go or how long its been. You will still be my slutty Kitten, just desperate for my attention; my fingers to cum on like the little whore you are."

"Yes." Weiss coughed out. She had no idea where that had come from. No logical reason for why she'd say it, but there she was, the affirmation still hot on her lips.

"Much better." Blake huffed. She pulled back and slapped both of Weiss's breasts roughly with either hand. It sent the poor kitten reeling; near whining and begging.

"P- please! Need-" Weiss panted only to have Blake's gaze cut her off once more.

"The only thing you need is obedience and manners!" Blake hissed and slammed the palm of her hand down on Weiss's wetness.

The heiress's toes curled and she thought she might snap in half if her body grew any tenser with all the sexual energy thudding through her. It was another minute of her just reeling as Blake stood expectantly staring. Pain lent Weiss some clarity, but it felt clear that the drug would anesthetize her of that soon and rob her of what clarity she had. "I- I-" She whimpered broken.

"You what!"

Weiss hiccuped a sob before going silent and trying to close her weary legs. Blake allowed her to close them as best she could because it seemed more like a submissive gesture rather than a greedy attempt at pleasure. "Y- yes Miss." Weiss nodded shamefully.

"Good girl." Blake softened slightly- though, she clearly pulled herself back to her cold anger after a moment. "You… you're done for today." She huffed cold. "I don't care to have to see you any longer." Blake turned to the underside of the chair and pulled something out from it.

Weiss still felt lost in the drug's bliss, but at least her arousal was beginning to ebb from something that demanded attention lest she fall apart completely to just a high intensity arousal. Because of how out of it she still was, Weiss missed it as Blake prepared the tool and found the right tightnesses and settings. Weiss only grew aware that Blake had turned any attention back to her by the feeling of cold metal brushing against the side of her foot.

"What's?" Weiss drowsily questioned, her head falling over to one side as she tried to raise it.

"Something to make sure you'll be good… and that you'll learn your lesson." Blake answered as the cold traveled up Weiss's legs.

"I- bu-" The drug seemed to take hold again and Weiss failed to make herself care about anything again. All she could really think about was that it'd be nice to be held and hand-fed by the faunus when they were done. It was not exactly what her body craved- that craved to be fucked raw till her voice was too raw to scream. But it was what her dazed mind craved. It was rare that Weiss let herself admit she enjoyed that comfort; the feeling of Blake holding her gently and soothing her after a rough session. But with all her inhibitions broken down? There was no part of Weiss to say she shouldn't enjoy or crave to be pampered and cared for so softly. It was so nice. Weiss only wondered what treats Blake might feed her this time around.

Still lost in soft fantasy, Weiss didn't even notice as Blake moved her hips and pressed the lock closed on the cold metal.

"There!" Blake huffed and snapped open the restraints that had been keeping Weiss in place. "I'm done with you for the day; but I'm leaving the damn gloves and bindings on. We can't have you getting any release- and if you get too close, the collar will shock you." Blake warned as if she didn't actually care. In the moment, she didn't care, but in the past, she'd promised herself that she would never deny Weiss release while her hands and legs were unbound again. She hated seeing the poor creature hurting and it stuck with her, even when Blake was still dealing with who Weiss had likened her to. She knew she should stay- that she should do at least something to take care of the heiress, but the idea of sticking in Weiss's presence sickened her more than she felt she could handle; certainly too much to earnestly care for Weiss.

"Huh?" Weiss blinked soft and slow as her arms languidly pulled back into herself.

"Goodnight." Blake carelessly threw an arm up in the air as a goodbye, She walked out the door and closed it behind her, only to hear the heiress falling off the chair in a messy clamber to bolt into the door with a thud. Blake stepped back, and she could swear she even heard the sound of Weiss's Kitten paws scratching at the door- but not begging to be let out, begging for Blake to come back. It almost worked too. Blake almost opened the door back up, but then she remembered. She remembered what Weiss said about Adam, all the things he'd done; she remembered that the Kitten scratching at the door wasn't just the soft, cute, and loveable kitten, she was also the bitch that humored and enabled the enslavement of all the faunus back on Atlas. She couldn't go back, not today at least. But she assured herself she'd be more humane tomorrow when she went back. That she'd not punish her sweet Kitten for the heiress's mistakes.

What! No! Where had she gone! Where's Blake? No! Something was wrong! That's not how these sessions go! It's certainly not how they end! Weiss was so out of it, she tried to hop down from the chair and down to her feet. They were still tied, so she succeeded in over-rotating and landing in a nice neat little belly flop- at least Blake had gotten that carpet it. Shag and fluffy. Owner was so kind! Caring! Soft! She took Kitten through all the overwhelming feelings of the sessions and soothed her till she was full and tired. So! So why wasn't Owner there! Where! Where was she going! And! And the door was closing! No! No! Owner!

Weiss whined and scrambled to the door on her hands and knees so fast that when she arrived, she couldn't help but simply crash into it. No! Owner! No words left Weiss's mouth. She just pressed herself against the door as if she could push it open or break it down that way. No words, but a soft whine did slip past her throat as paws reached up and scratched at the door. Weiss could still hear Blake breathing on the other side! So! So why hadn't she come back! Owner was right there! It was time for cuddles and snacks! That's what they did! So! So why… Weiss's heart sank and she laid down against the door, just waiting for her Owner to return. Owner would be back any moment now. She was surely just getting a treat. It'd all be alright. Owner would be back.

But Blake didn't come back. She stayed away the rest of the day, and didn't even come in to refill Weiss's bowl when she emptied it. Kitten couldn't comprehend why Owner returned, but when the drug began to wear off, and Weiss had control of her head once more rather than her instincts, she knew. She knew it had all been a way for the faunus to toy with her, to leave her needy, broken, and craving for all forms of Blake's touch, calming or sensual. It was disgusting and Weiss found it abhorrent! Incredibly abhorrent… abhorrent because it worked.

By the time morning came once more, Weiss was in full control and spent all of her time livid and or sleeping. It was all there was to do in the room with her hands still tied up in the mits. If only she was able to get them off, then she would be able to fidget around with the chair and the tools left behind on it. But, no. She couldn't, and they would have been of no use anyways. Blake likely had a camera set up in her room and there was the shock collar.

Exasperated by it all, and with boiling blood, Weiss punished the bedding. It did something to relieve her tension, so she did it again, and again, and again, until she was all but clawing at it- just like a poorly behaved kitten. Though, she didn't really notice that. What Weiss did notice, however, was how getting her blood to flow felt. Gods it was nice. It had her pulse thudding in her labia and nipples. She wasn't sure, But Weiss thought she could almost feel it in her ass and the spot on her back Blake had paid particular attention to with the lotion. That blasted lotion! It had Weiss's arousal going from just the slightest exertion… and it felt good.

Weiss hid herself under the covers of her bed and tried to push off the metallic belt that covered her need. She hadn't recognized it at first, but as Weiss's head cleared, she realized it was a chastity belt, designed to prevent her from relieving herself. Blake must plan to use this as a new form of torture for her. Delightful. Because preventing her from orgasming had gone so well the first time!

Weiss felt sick. She felt sick, and it wasn't just from how the belt dug into her belly when she tried to force it off- it wouldn't be coming off, only a minute's worth of fidgeting told her that, but Weiss still tried anyway. Metal dug into her sides, skin quickly being rubbed raw in ways it wouldn't otherwise. Weiss whined and pounded her fists on the bed. Damn bitch! She did all that, just edged her, belted her up, and didn't even hold her after… Weiss hated how much she wanted that. It was sick. She wanted her captor's affection.

The heiress shivered and settled herself to putting a stop to it all as soon as possible. Just… as soon as she figured a way to get off with the cage still on…

End of Chapter 16