Chapter 23
Things seemed to be back to normal when Weiss woke- well, normal for her new life on Menagerie and plus the chastity belt. Then again, her body was craving release more than ever. She even found herself trying to play with her new breasts. They were phenomenal. Bigger than she'd ever wanted… but beautiful. She'd never be able to hide the change. No shirt, no bra, hell, not even a binder would hide all of that or even come close to making her look like her old self again. Then there was her ass. Well, all of her pants back home were useless. Thankfully, she did wear skirts or dresses more than anything… but the tighter ones were a hopeless cause… so were any of the shorter ones- as long as she didn't want anyone getting an eyeful if she ever bent over that is.
It was fucked. Fucked how that thought made Weiss slicken; how it made her wish to rub herself against anything, something, OWNER. How beautiful it might be to be privileged to sit at Blake's feet like a good Kitten, to be allowed to come closer and rub her greedy little cunt on Owner's foot till she came. Maybe, if Owner felt kind, she'd even pat Weiss's head as she came; a true dream would be to have that spot behind her ears scratched, to feel that mind-numbing pleasure and then cum her poor brains out right onto Owner's foot. It sounded like such a dream- it sounded that way because it was. She'd literally had that dream as she slept in Blake's arms, she just forgot about it by the time she woke up.
Aside from her ample arousal and failed attempts to get off with the belt on, Weiss continued with the old routine. Eat a little, take a cat nap, rinse, repeat. Her bedding was comfortable enough. Whenever it got too soaked with her arousal, Owner was kind enough to bring in a replacement and wash the old ones. Owner was so sweet like that. She always cared if Weiss was comfortable or-
Weiss shook her head. Whatever Blake had been doing to her brain, it worked far too well. She needed to get away from it all, to get some semblance of normality again. Maybe if she could wear clothes again, cook her own meals, do something- really anything but masturbate to pass the time, maybe then she'd be able to get her head back to normal? She hoped so. And it was comforting to know all she had to do was say that she was admit to being a White Fang slut. It was stupid that she'd ever fought admitting something so true. Like it or not Blake was a member of the White Fang, and if Weiss were honest with herself, it was true that she couldn't wait till she could eat her Owner out every da- No! No! She! She wasn't Owner! Blake was just- her wonderful kind Owner- No! Just! Just some bitch who kidnapped her!
Again, Weiss's body lashed out at her for what she'd done- or in this case, thought. She keened, a Kitten all but entering heat for her transgressions. Her body desperately needed sating; as if it were trying to lash out with demanding she have the traitorous thoughts fucked out of her poor little brain. And that sounded so good; to have every single thought fucked out of her- to be plowed till she was nothing but a soaked little pussy craving more. Yowling, keening, crying, and pleading, Weiss found Blake's name on her lips. She hadn't expected it, but Blake even actually came. She came to care for her, to ease her through the pain.
It was a foggy memory, one clouded with her craving for pleasure, but Weiss could remember pleading with Blake. She wasn't sure, but she thought when Blake denied letting her cum, she even begged her owner to just be teased, to be edged again. She knew, all she'd really been looking for when or if she asked that of Blake, what she was really looking for was more comfort, more of her owner's touch. She also knew, she got it; just not in quite the way she'd requested.
Instead of taking off the belt and edging Weiss, Blake just held her tight, pet down her back, and scratched gently through her scalp. It… it wasn't what Weiss wanted, but it was everything she could have needed. She keened and begged, but Blake never waivered. All the faunus did was hold her tight, soothe her through, and praise her for being so strong, so good, so patient.
If Weiss could have recorded that, she would have. She would have taken the audio file all the way back to Atlas with her. So many times in her life she just needed someone to tell her she was doing well; being strong in the face of something hard. She wasn't sure initially when she woke, but the stiff trails of tears on her face told Weiss she'd cried into Blake that night; sobbed into her- probably most of the night, but the faunus just kept holding her.
Her eyes were puffy and sore when she managed to open them, but a small check told her Blake was still there. The faunus fell asleep, sitting in the bed, propped up against the wall, and with Weiss curled up in her lap. That was… stunning. Blake had never stayed with her through the night- and she's certainly never held and comforted her so long that she fell asleep. Such an idea was… well it was suicide, right?
Weiss looked between herself and Blake, testing to see if it was a trap of some sort. If Blake was really asleep… sure, Weiss was bound… but… she could actually try and do something- could this be her chance to escape? She'd trained to be a huntress- though not for long, and it was years ago… but what was more defenseless than a sleeping human? She could do it! She could really do it! But… could she? Sure it was physically possible, but… what was Weiss's chance of being capable of actually do… whatever it would require to escape to her owner.
If she even wanted to try, she'd have to get out of her paws… the best method would likely be… Weiss's stomach turned. If she wanted to get out- if she wanted any real chance to get out, she would likely have to snap Blake's neck. It'd be clean, simple, and it'd give her the time she'd need to find Blake's scroll and deactivate the collar. From there, all she'd have to do would be call her father. Sure, he hadn't freed all of faunus kind to save her, but if all he had to do was send a hovercraft to Menagerie, Jacques would likely leap to get her back and start recouping the Schnee image.
Weiss had to do this. It was the answer; the only way to go home. Because… because she wanted to go home- she needed to! She needed to escape this before she fell any further! If she went home now, she might even be able to go more or less back to normal! Maybe… maybe she'd need to break out her toys more frequently now, but her heightened arousal wasn't anything inhuman… and… and what else were CEO lunch breaks for other than getting off and taking naps? Given the amount of spare panties she'd found in her father's office- ones that were clearly not her mother's at that- that was certainly what Jacques did with the position. And… and… a couple months away from the public eye to get a minor reduction surgery wouldn't be bad. Everyone else would just think she got work done to enlarge her breasts, rather than shrink them back to something closer to where she'd started.
Her life back at Atlass was in reach. She could taste it; literally, that is what the leather of her paws tasted like between her teeth… her way home. And all she had to do was kill the woman who'd raped, tortured, fed, cared for, praised… and maybe even loved her for the past couple weeks. That's all she had to do, and she'd be allowed to go back. Back to her cold, secluded, lonesome apartment. The isolated life where she compromised every principle she'd ever had to move up a corporate ladder. This was what she had to do. Weiss had to do it- and she could even feel her paw glove coming loose.
Fingers slipped free of their position in the glove, and Weiss could move her hand. It was so close, she could take it off. She flexed and released her hand and it came free with ease. The paw was off. She could easily undo the straps for the second one. And then… then she'd have no reason not to- no excuse. She'd have to go back to her old life. The same one that found her in a cold hospital bed with a frustrated father looking down on her- judgmentally asking her why she'd done this to him. The same life that left her there for another year.
Her other paw was off… She had her hands, and the faunus was so fast asleep she was snoring. Even over the pound of her heart in her ears, Weiss could tell it was real. Blake had completely fallen asleep holding her while she cried- Weiss was fairly certain even her own mother hadn't held her when she cried as a baby. Klein had… but he passed when she turned eighteen. So that made it… almost seven years since…
But Weiss had no excuse. She had to do this. She had to…
When Blake woke, it was to a beautiful little Kitten's white hair in her face, something rough and scratchy against her neck or shoulder, and a soft pained whine near her ear. She smiled softly for a moment figuring it must be Weiss- Fuck! She fell asleep next to the Kitten! To the murderous heiress; the bitch who signed off on the systematic murdering and enslavement of the whole of the faunus people. Eyes shot open and her arms flew up defensively. How stupid! Falling asleep by the heiress was a death wish!
Kitten whined in disappointment. She whined and held the singular paw glove that had been removed in her teeth. She held up her other hand like a wounded paw; or an innocent hand.
Blake's heart still pounded in her head from her slip up. She could have died. Weiss could have so easily taken the second paw off and strangled her in her sleep. Adrenaline rushed through her, but she could see the worry in her Kitten's eyes. Could the paw have come off by accident? If it had while Weiss was mentally in Kitten mode, it could have assuredly been concerning… though… if it had, there were certainly a litany of other issues there.
The Kitten whimpered lightly and pressed the paw glove in her mouth to Blake's cheek.
Blake tried to hide her fear and all the adrenaline that still ran through her from the fear of death. "You… you need your paw Kitten?" Blake questioned in a wavering voice.
The Kitten nodded with tears welling in her eyes. She raised her gloved paw to wipe them away, but only realized the accident a moment too late. The other glove had been put back on sloppily- by someone with only one hand to do it. Blake saw it, and they both knew what it meant; what choice Weiss had made- that Weiss wasn't crying about any paw that had just slipped off… but with worry for whether she'd made the wrong decision.
"Ok, I've got you Kitten." Blake offer kindly and took the paw glove. Gently, she slipped it back on for Weiss. She made extra careful not to tie it too tight; a small detail to tell the Kitten that she wasn't mad for what Weiss almost did, but that she was happy Kitten won out. Again… that distinction ran so thin. Could Weiss really be a murderous heiress if she couldn't bring herself to take one life for her freedom? Could Kitten really be the one crying with fear she'd made a mistake?
Blake just wasn't ready to admit they were one in the same.
As she finished fastening the glove, Weiss collapsed into her and cried a new. Blake held her, held her close, and hummed soft grateful lullabies till the crying stopped.
Neither could really pinpoint how, or where they'd landed. But, after that day, things began to change.
End of Chapter 23
