Chapter 18
Content Warning: Body writing continued
Weiss steamed alone in her cage for another handful of hours. She even tried to rub the writing off, but if her hand hadn't work, there was no chance that her new paw would do the job. She felt sick. That writing covered her- more than a little of it felt overly foreboding. What the hell did 'milk coming soon' written over her tits mean? And 'faunus fuckslut'? 'White fang breeder'? Anxiety was the only thing that could subdue the raging arousal that had taken over Weiss's core all morning.
Would Blake really? She wouldn't try and pass Weiss off to other faunus to… and she couldn't make Weiss become a… no! Blake couldn't make her! That was just… Weiss wanted to puke. She wanted to puke because, in honesty, she had no clue how far really was too far for the faunus. Little did Weiss know, there were more things written where she couldn't see. Pointing to the spot above Weiss's ass which Blake had taken painstaking steps to make agonizingly sensitive, Blake had written 'work in progress'. The same inscription had been placed behind Weiss's ears and pointing up. Though, because she wouldn't have understood the intent behind those, Weiss might not have panicked as horribly over them.
It was hunger that pulled Weiss out of her cage after a small nap. She was still seething over Blake and being deprived the small comfort she had come to rely on, but that didn't stop her from being hungry. The same food Blake would have used as a treat had been laid out in Weiss's bowl. She supposed that was nice of Blake. She didn't have to leave out the treats. It calmed Weiss more than she would have liked to admit- even to herself. She was supposed to stay loathsome, not calm. But, there she was, crawling back into her cage, belly full of treats, and with a blanket in her teeth so she could curl up safe and comfortable for the night.
Weiss next woke to Blake sitting on her bed. Her bed! That was her bed! Not Blake's! So what if she'd taken up residence in the cage! It was still her bed, and Blake should stick to her own territory! That was hers! Not the faunus's!
All worked up in quite the territorial huff, Weiss scurried to her paws and knees just to glare and growl at her Owner.
"Hey there Kitten. You woke up?" Balke greeted with her gentle and most assuredly false kind tone. "What has you so frowny this morning?"
"My bed!" Weiss demanded in weak grunting words.
"Well, you know, it was mine first…" Weiss's furious look seemed to be enough to persuade the faunus to change her tune. "Alright, alright. It's yours now." Blake held up her hands innocently. "How about you come on out and let me play with you some? It'll make you stop worrying about anything, especially who's on your bed."
Weiss could feel her cheeks burn. She knew Blake was right. If she came out and let the other woman play with her, in no time, all she would be capable of caring about would be cumming. She's been denied for days now. She needed it. The wet spot under her ass when she woke up and her ample dreams of being plowed by Blake were more than enough proof of her need. Gods… Blake had been so strong in those dreams… able to hold her down every as she struggled with all her might… able to make her cum with just a flick of her tongue over the right spot… fuck! These dreams were beginning to feel far too much like reality.
Thankfully, Weiss still had the pain of being left alone in her time of most need to hold on to. It was the perfect light of hate in the dark tunnel of mind fuckery; the mind fuckery that left Weiss craving nothing more than to be held and kissed by the beau- no! What! No! Since when! When had! No! They'd never kissed! And why! Why would Weiss want that anyway! Blake was nothing short of loathsome and lovely? No! Not lovely! Just! Just loathsome! She was just loathsome! Just… just…
"Kitten?" Blake tilted her head and questioned.
Suddenly, Weiss realized she was hyperventilating. "What!" She screamed, trying to shake herself out of it as she literally began shaking.
"Shh, shh, shh." Blake whispered gently and extended her arms. "Shh. Kitten, it's alright. Just, come on out, shh it'll be alright my good Kitten."
Weiss's mind clouded. Had she been given more drugs? That's almost how it felt? But… more calming. She couldn't figure as the siren's song called her out of the cage and towards Blake's arms. "N… no… Le- let go…" She weakly protested as her body pressed itself into Blake.
"No. No. It's alright. Just relax, just-"
"N! No!" Weiss doubled down and successfully pushed away from the faunus. She couldn't rely on that comfort, so she didn't want a lick of it.
Blake frowned, something more earnest than usual. She frowned, and it sickened Weiss that the faunus could fake care so easily; because she must have been faking. It was the only explanation that made even the slightest bit of sense.
The faunus gave a belabored sigh; a long weary noise. "Fine." She settled. "You want me to just get your day's training over? Ignore you shaking like a damn leaf? You want me to just fuck you silly and leave again?" She sounded almost mad.
The offer was… almost painfully alluring. Weiss could really make it through this all if Blake would restrain these visits to a good fucking! Though, the 'good' prefix seemed overly important all of a sudden. Weiss had been denied for far too long and any fucking that didn't involve getting to cum sounded more like a nightmare than anything else to her. With the mistaken hope seeded in her mind that being fucked silly might mean getting to cum, Weiss honestly had a hard time restraining herself from simply begging. If she'd been forced to, she feared she might have been willing to get down on her knees and lick Blake's boot while begging if it meant she'd get to cum and be left alone. Somehow, against all odds, Weiss managed to avoid humbling herself further than was needed. "Yes. Please." She managed almost dignified.
"Fine." Blake turned her nose up and easily pulled the Kitten to be over and onto her lap. From there, she unlocked the chastity belt and pulled it down for the poor girl. She was drenched, dripping down her thighs, and clearly in a desperate need for climax.
In Blake's strong arms, Weiss just allowed comfort and excitement to take her over. She relaxed, allowed her marked up thighs to part, and gently welcome Blake's much needed touch. Moans already began to build on her lips before Blake could even manage to place calloused fingers on the back of her thigh. Euphoria and excitement spread through her as she felt Blake's other hand caressing over that spot just above her ass. "Ahhhnn~" She could cum just from having it touched like this, she was certain. It felt so good. Her mind just melted at the thought. If only, if only Blake would be kind enough to lick the spot again like she had the previous day. It could be phenomenal; better than how having her clit lapped at used to feel- gods… what might that feel like now after so much had been done to her body? She dripped as she ached at the thought.
Blake only took a moment's pause to dawn her gloves and gather some of the lotion. Weiss was approaching what she felt to be an ideal sensitivity. Though, it was a hard target to hit considering how it tailed off after a handful of days to soak in. She'd just have to slow down to avoid going overboard. With a wide grin, she began in with two fingers from each hand. Her right hand busied itself with teasing Weiss's clit and working in more of the lotion than she'd used in a good while the other hand took to stuffing and abundance of it deep into Weiss's ass. It'd be nice to turn the dirty little heiress into a size queen of a Kitten, desperate to have her ass filled to the brim. A delightful thought, really.
Blake knew she needed to take it slow, too much would easily have the heiress cumming her brains out. Thought the idea was quite alluring, she'd promised herself she'd not let Weiss off the hook quite that easily. She really had said something horrible… even if she didn't know quite how horrible. Remembering her defiant Kitten's words sickened Blake. Adam simply took because he wanted; she wouldn't have done this unless she was forced to! Though… she wasn't much forced to slip her fingers and an abundance of sensitizing lube up the heiress's ass, now was she? But… but she did have to do this! For all the faunus back in Atlas, trapped and enslaved. She couldn't turn her back on them… no matter what it took.
Atypical as this was, it would do the job; it would do the job and she'd at least hopefully not have to take a single life; a rule Adam never hesitated to break. Some portion of her hated that it'd become this, but at the end of the day, saving lives was so much more important that she had to believe it didn't really matter. That's what she kept telling herself at least.
Fingers massaged and teased, pressing more and more lotion deeper into both of Weiss's holes. The slutty Kitten would just adore being filled to the brim; she would love it, and it would be adorable.
"Cum! Need! Cum! Cum! Please! Need! Now!" Weiss's screams broke anew and snapped through the whirlwind of Blake's mind as it tried to parse the dubiously moral nature of her actions.
"Shh, shh." Blake employed her best tactic to soothe the heiress and pulled her fingers back to only gently tease around Weiss's labia and the rim of her ass.
"Haaaa!" Weiss cried out. It looked like she felt fantastic. Blake was almost jealous.
"Good Kitten, you're being so good, staying so close for so long. I'm proud of you. How many days has it been since you last came? Three already? Four? How many times did you get close to the edge? Do you like your little hood piercing? Is it nice rubbing against your clit?" Blake taunted gently.
Weiss just moaned and began to silently cry in the pleasure of her own denial.
"Shh, shh, no need to cry, Kitten. I'll let you cum on Friday, how's that? Just get through today and another two days? Alright? Do you think you can hold out for me? That you can hold it that long?" Even Blake couldn't quite comprehend why she enjoyed this; why she found the Kitten so delightful to play with, to tease and keep close. If she really thought about it, she'd probably come up with an answer of half joy at demeaning a Schnee, half just because it was a truly beautiful and adorable sight. Though, in truth, that probably wasn't entirely accurate. But, she wouldn't find it in herself to be honest about even the tip of that iceberg until after the day's session finished up.
"No! No! Now!" Weiss grew overly impatient and gave up on any idea of good. She bucked back, desperately trying to impale herself on Blake's fingers. She needed to be filled, that much was obvious. The way her ass and pussy clenched greedily proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt, and It was beautiful. Blake knew the poor kitten needed her holes filled again, but that was on its own evidence that the session should come to a close. To finish things, Blake took one good final dollop of the lotion and worked it into the spot low on Weiss's ass. The Kitten cried out, mewled, and begged to cum, but Blake had no intention of allowing her that. When the lotion finished being absorbed, Blake fought with Weiss to pull the belt back over her. Weiss screamed and bucked, sobbed in protest, and tried to punch weakly at Blake's side and back. It was fruitless tho. Weiss's paws turned her punches to little more than inconvenient pushes or thuds. It was a behavior Blake would need to break Weiss of, but for the time being, it was nothing world-ending.
"No! No! I need to! Need to c-" Weiss tried hopelessly to pry the belt off of herself, but with her paws, all she could do was press it harshly into sensitive flesh.
"No, no, no cumming today Kitten. You're still being punished." Blake tried to kiss Weiss's forehead, but the heiress pulled away like Blake's touch was revolting. That hurt. It hurt far more than it should have. She felt like a beloved pet suddenly recoiled from her for no reason… though, Weiss did have a good reason, and Blake knew that fully well.
Weiss just continued whimpering; the scared little beast she was.
"Ok. I guess I did offer to leave when I was done." Blake sighed. "Call for me if you need anything? Even just food or aftercare?"
"Leave!" Weiss gnashed.
"Ok." Blake nodded somber and headed out of the room. "Take care Kitten." She tried to offer on her way off, but Weiss's only response was a disdainful snarl.
The faunus found her way to her kitchen to fix up something simple for herself and something to send down for Weiss later after the Kitten took another nap. A small sandwich in hand, Blake settled in a room filled with monitors. Most showed Weiss and her room, couple spots around Menagerie, and the rest all held Atlesian news reports. None were promising. Several of which lingered in dead or dying faunuses as newscasters reported on how the standards of living back in Atlas had only grown worse in the wake of Jacques's outrage. She would need to hasten her schedule; adjust her timeline. She couldn't keep things going this slow… hopefully, Weiss wouldn't be able to say no again. If she did, Blake might need to rethink her stoic stick to a decision philosophy about the weekly offers.
She settled down, trying to enjoy her sandwich as she watched over Weiss. Tried. She tried and failed. There was no enjoying her meal. Not when Weiss was still sobbing; certainly not as the poor thing swapped back and forth between trying to satiate herself and trying to comfort herself and make up for the aftercare she so obviously needed. It infuriated Blake to see that.
She only grew madder and madder as Weiss shuttered and shivered in the lonesome cold of the empty room. Why was she such a fool! If she just gave in, things would be fine! She could be a happy Kitten! Blake's grasp slowly began to demolish her sandwich as her hand balled up in an angry fist. "Dumb bitch!" She huffed. "You… you clearly want me down there! What the hell!" She snarled. "And why the fuck do I care! Just a fucking Schnee!" But Weiss wasn't just a Schnee. She was Blake's Kitten too.
"She voted to enslave-" Blake ground her teeth and tried to remind herself what Weiss had done. There was just one problem. She didn't really believe the words she kept telling herself. Something had always been off about it. It just took her far too long to realize. Be it because she needed to believe it to do what needed to be done, because she was blinded by rage, or both, something about it never added up. The heiress who had been so sheepish, so disgusted by her family… that couldn't be the same person who voted to enslave any faunus for no reason; who approved capital punishment for nothing.
Blake grabbed the plate she had brought her sandwich in on and tossed it against the main monitor in her anger.
Could her sweet little Kitten have done that? Could the real Weiss? Were those one in the same? Or was Weiss just the horrible image of a Schnee Blake had written up in her mind to justify all of this.
End of Chapter 18
