Chapter 25

None of Weiss's growing fears abated in the slightest when she woke alone. Again, it was one of those things where she had no real reason to expect Blake would stick around. The faunus was her captor, not her girlfriend. There was no reasonable expectation of waking anything but alone in the mornings. Maybe she'd just grown spoiled from the sweet day where they cuddled and watched her favorite show together. It didn't matter though. She'd comply today, she'd do whatever Blake wanted. The idea of things changing… it broke her a little, but, so did the idea of her body being changed.

As she'd expected, Blake appeared only a minute or two before Weiss finished her breakfast.

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted gently, her tone tired and somber.

"I'll do it." Weiss offered.

"I figured." Blake nodded. "Already pulled out your outfit, grabbed the camera, and printed out what we want you to say."

"I can go now if you give me a minute to look over it?"

Blake nodded and passed off the printed off script.

Weiss had some trouble maneuvering it around with the paws on, but it wasn't too hard. She read it over; minimal additions, but nothing more than she anticipated. "I presume it's ok if I am imperfect as long as I am willing to do retakes?"

"The point is to free the faunus, not to taunt you or catch you on technicalities Kitten."

"Then, yes I'm ready."

"I Weiss Schnee 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! My new owner was even nice enough to help make my body sluttier!" Weiss's hands found her newly enlarged breasts and played with them. She got distracted for longer than was intended in the script, and her pebbled nipples perked right through the tiny bikini- the same one Blake had been forced to wear, and it actually fit Weiss rather well now that her body had been modified a little. "Maybe she'll do more? I just hope they make me such a mindless faunus fuck slut that I forget what I let the Atleaian government do to the innocent faunus people. They… they deserved better." Weiss's faux bubbly expression died entirely as she finished the last line. Her hands fell to her sides, and her expression turned pained- almost heartbroken. "I let them do this…" Weiss trailed off and turned away. "Is that take ok? I- I know I went a little off scri-"

"No, it was perfectly fine." Blake saved the video and quickly sent it over to Neptune to have it be used as a threat against Weiss's father. If that failed, they'd go public and proceed accordingly. "I guess… I owe you some space now?" Blake lingered like she actually had hope Weiss might request her to stay.

"Yeah." Weiss wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to shy away from something.

"Oh, and… you're wardrobe, the fridge, kitchen, and everything. I need to unlock it all for you."

"You can… do it later?" Weiss's small voice requested as if she were afraid of Blake changing her mind about allowing her the extra privileges.

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I'll probably nap in a bit. You can remove it all while I sleep."

"Ok Kit-" Blake stopped herself. "Ok Weiss." The room was solemnly quiet for a moment. The only noise became Blake's chunky short heels clicking as she turned to leave. The noise slowly grew quieter, and when they stopped, Weiss allowed herself to sob, to let loose the heavy breathy, ugly sobs she never let anyone see ever since Winter once told her it was something unbecoming to show others.

Weiss's sobs were loud enough and took up enough of her energy that she didn't notice as Blake returned. The faunus stood in the doorway, watching her Kitten cry. She wanted to do something, to say something, to just go up and hold her little Kitten. But that wasn't something she was allowed to do anymore. Weiss complied. She wasn't Kitten. She was Schnee.

Blake waited just long enough for Weiss to begin to calm down- though the heiress still cried and hiccuped her sorrow, it was just quieter. "I… came back to give you this. Take it with water and… and you won't grow anymore when you climax." Blake dropped off a prescription bottle with a singular pill in it before retreating to occupy her traitorous mind with anything other than how she needed to be there for the Schnee. If she lingered… she might have broken.

Weiss took the antidote for what Blake had done to her. She didn't feel any different, but she trusted that it worked. Tired, drained, and emotionally exhausted, she found her way back to her bed. She could still smell Blake. The faunus used a nice shampoo, lightly scented with coconut, and her natural odor was slightly earthy. It just made her miss behind held as she slept. Needing to get as close to that as possible, Weiss curled up just how she would if she were still tied up in her bindings, and even pulled the covers over herself with her teeth. It was time to sleep, to dream, to forget- or at least try her best to do so.

Blake watched over Weiss through the cameras she had set up in the room. She momentarily considered that maybe it was technically against their deal; that it was an invasion of the rights newly returned to the heiress. She considered it, but it didn't last long being as it was that she still had to ensure Weiss didn't plan anything or attempt an escape. When Weiss fell asleep, she found it only right to go down and start unlocking things for Weiss.

First the armoire. She opened it up and took stock of everything inside. Most of it would have been loose before, but what still fit Weiss would be tight now… though, not tight to a point of discomfort- hopefully at least. If it were an issue, she could get some replacements. Actually… she might need to get some replacements anyways. A couple of the clothing options might have been more humorous than intended to actually deliver the comfort of clothing. Well… Blake found them humorous at first, knowing what Weiss might say about them kind of ruined that. Either way, it was something Blake could deal with later.

Armoire unlocked, Blake turned her attention to the kitchenette. It actually approached a full kitchen, but it was small, compact with only two burners and an oven little more than a glorified toaster. But, it had a full fridge, a sink, things to cook with, and a decent microwave. So it would be able to do the trick for almost anything reasonable cooked for one. Blake removed all the locks from everything, stocked the fridge with mostly reasonable things; really just half of what she had been planning to eat for herself over the next week. To finish, she pulled a folding dining table out from another room in the basement used for storage. It was there that she found an old television and propped it up on the table. It wouldn't get all the channels, but if Weiss could settle for shitty sitcoms? It should be able to do just fine. Plus, it was likely Weiss would be thankful for anything after having nothing to do for so long. With everything finished, Blake settled down at the table to write Weiss a little note.

When Weiss woke, she was alone. She knew that was how it would be, but that didn't make it any more pleasant. Maybe because she was used to it by now, or maybe just because she wanted something to stay stable, Weiss crawled out of bed on her hands and knees; just like Kitten would. She'd barely even opened her eyes as she arrived at her bowl. She lowered her head to lap some of the water up, but it was almost entirely empty- barely more than a drop or two left, only enough to wet her tongue. She let loose a disappointed whine before turning to her other bowl. She hoped that maybe there'd be some yogurt or maybe a soup of some sort? That'd help hydrate her some. But no. All she could taste was the cold metal of her bowl. That was when it sunk in. "No more of that, right… no more." Weiss sat back on her heels sadly. "No more." She repeated for herself, fighting to engrain it into her mind; to kill the part of her that didn't want it to be true. She sat there for a long moment and tried to accept it, to prepare herself for the rest of her week. Eventually, she found it in herself to stand.

As usual, it was chilly in her room, so Weiss headed to the armoire first. She had to laugh at what she found. A whole section had been devoted to kitten ears; those little dinky things on a headband. Yeah, that seemed like Blake, giving her headbands, but only ones with dumb little cat ears. Weiss smiled as she gently graced her fingers over the fluffy ears. They were cute, something she'd gladly wear on Halloween.

Of course, that wasn't all there was. Most notably, there were a series of shirts and reasonably sized skirts with cute cat or fish prints on them. Blake really went for a theme, but… if Weiss were honest, it was a cute theme, and the clothes seemed like the type of comfortable thing her father would never let her wear. Brothers, she was actually kind of excited to wear some of it.

Some of the things she was less than excited to wear… the thongs that had been piled up in the corner, the bras that looked like they'd be more decoration than support- something she'd had the luxury of in the past, but no longer, and the tube tops with a little cat-shaped boob window. But, a few bad apples didn't quite ruin the bunch of clothing, especially considering there were a couple more modest sets of panties to be worn. In the end, that became the basis for her outfit. She just tried to ignore how the waistband of her underwear had 'perfect pussy' written repeatedly around it. Atop that, she found a cute little white skirt with the outline of cats all around it. For a top, she went basic, the single white tank in the closet and a sweater that matched her skirt in color and pattern. At least that would cover up her chest… though… it did look rather nice in the tank if she ignored how her nipples poked through without a bra.

The sweater was nice and warm. It would have made the outfit perfect if it weren't for her chilly toes. A little more looking around found some thigh-high socks. Weiss hadn't expected that. This way she could cover… well, pretty much however much of herself she wished. It was nice, but not necessarily something she expected to be an option. Either way, she was grateful all the way up until she slipped the first set on. Initially, she assumed they were just bunched up around her toes and the ball of her foot, but a quick look confirmed it was another joke. The socks had puffy cat paws on them. Toe beans and all.

Weiss frowned and faked a laugh. "Cute." She tried sarcastically, but… they were actually pretty cute. They were cute, and they seemed soft… and… and the fabric was warm and soft, gentle against the skin that had grown unfamiliar with clothes...

Walking with the kitten paw socks was… both easier and harder than she imagined. On the one hand, it meant walking flat-footed was… impossible; they worked as reverse high heels- well, not high, but still. On the other hand, the heiress had been wearing heels every day for… well, since she'd been forced to learn to wear them without falling. Between that, and a handful of years of ballet, it was so ingrained in her- and her adapted shortened Achilles heel that she even used them to fight back when she trained to be a huntress. All that to say, walking flatfooted wouldn't have been comfortable for the heiress not accustomed to it for anything longer than a trip from the bed to the bathroom. Even then she normally walked on the tips of her toes or the balls of her feet.

That just so happened to be where the socks were most comfortable. It made a nice little cushion to walk on as long as she walked like she was wearing heels. So, that is just what she did. It took her a moment, but eventually, she actually found them to be more comfortable than barefoot, or even most of the shoes she'd ever worn. So, that added up to be a win, even if the socks were sweet- no! Stupid and kitten themed. They were stupid. Just because she had to think of herself as a Kitten, that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. She was hungry, if she were honest, she kind of missed having her meals prepared. Even if she didn't love what it did to her neck, it was some kind of nice.

A quick check of the fridge proved useful, it was stocked, she had more than enough to fix something, she would for the next several days at least. Lacking the emotional energy to do anything more complicated, Weiss put together two eggs in a pan and nearly charred them. It was nothing like the painstakingly well prepared meals Blake delivered to her every morning, afternoon, and night. It was nothing like that, but it was food, so, she plopped a plate full of her meal down on the table Blake had set out for her and began to eat. It wasn't till she settled down that she found Blake's note.

'Hey there- guess I shouldn't be calling you Kitten now, huh?

Well, I set up the tv for you. It won't get all the channels I'm sure you're used to from back in Atlas. But, I checked, and channel seven plays old reruns of that show you like from two to six every evening. I filled up your fridge with half of what I had and unlocked everything. You already know where the bathroom is, you have free reign of it, and everything in the basement. Feel free to do whatever you wish down there. Speaking of, laundry room is at the end of the hall, go ahead and use it, soap and fabric softener is on the shelf to the left of the door.

Aside from all that, I won't come down to bother you till next week rolls around unless you want me to. If it's pressing, make a hollar, and even if I don't hear you, I'll get an alert that something's going on down there. If you don't care to tell it to me directly, drop a note on the table here, and I'll make my way in to read it when you're sleeping or something.

Give me a heads up if you need something new to cook or if you want me to start sending meals down again. The point isn't to cut my work load, it's to give you a reward. So, if you want your meals brought down, I even have one of those fancy cloche things I'm sure you Schnees have your meals presented to you in. Up to you.

Aside from that, I guess I'll see you in a week.

Till then Kitten Weiss.'

End of Chapter 25