Chapter 26
Weiss wasn't completely sure what Blake meant by make a hollar, but two screams of her name seemed to do the job and have the faunus scrambling downstairs.
"You're- you're alright?" Blake questioned, almost stunned. Well, it did make sense that she'd be surprised that Weiss was alright. The last time Blake saw her, she'd been crying… sobbing… and… no! Don't think about it! "What's up K- Weiss?"
"You said I could get food like usual?"
"Well, I can throw it in the bowl, but I assumed if you wanted me cooking for you-"
"On a plate, please. The cloche is overkill." Weiss tried to summon all of her old entitled tone… but it felt like trying on an old dress that just didn't fit right anymore.
"Ok. Plate it is. You just want lunch or-"
"I'm… no chef." Weiss lifted her plate to display her almost blackened, but also somehow still runny eggs.
"Got it, I'll get on making you something then. I'll bring everything else down at normal times."
"Thanks." Weiss tried to smile, but it was weak. Anxiously, she pulled at the collar of her sweater. She'd grown accustomed to wearing clothes over the past couple weeks. Everything felt rather scratchy against her skin. If it weren't for what little modesty she had left, she might strip off everything but the comfy socks. At least that way she'd be comfortable.
"Oh! I! …" Blake pointed in Weiss's direction and seemed to hem and haw over how exactly she wanted to say something.
"What?" Weiss questioned quizzically.
"You… you umm…"
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with my outfit?" Weiss looked over herself worriedly.
"No, not at all. It's cute. It's just… You… the…" Blake anxiously fidgeted.
"I what?"
"The… writing. I never removed it for you; the things I wrote on you."
"Writing- I- Oh?" Weiss flushed slightly and wrapped her arms around herself.
"I can take it off for you? I'm sure you don't want that stuff written all over-"
"No!" Weiss yelped defensively, her arms squeezing herself tighter. "No…" She repeated softer, but almost scared.
"You're sure you-"
"I'm sure." Weiss seemed to shrink. "I- I meant it when I said I love it." She gently traced over her clothes where she knew the writing was underneath.
"Ok. Well, if you have any requests for meals, I will do my best." Blake pulled away.
"Thanks." Weiss nodded.
"You earned it… Kitten." Blake whispered the name to herself.
It became harder for Blake to slip in and drop off Weiss's meals while she was asleep now that Weiss had something to keep her occupied. Though, it wasn't quite impossible. The television was nice, but full activities it didn't much make. Weiss still found herself drifting off rather easily. Maybe Blake had done something to her to entice cat naps, but, most likely, she'd just grown accustomed to it and didn't have anything else to keep her awake. Either way, she fell asleep just before lunch, and then again before dinner.
She wouldn't have cared, but falling asleep like that meant that she missed her only opportunity to talk to another human. Something that, on the first day meant little, on the second day, left her mildly downtrodden, and on the third, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and stay in bed till she didn't have to deal with the silence any longer. It didn't get any better. She caught Blake once on the fourth day, and even twice on the fifth, but all three times, they never exchanged more than a "Hey, here's your food" and a soft "Thanks".
The small interactions were… well they were nice? No. That didn't encapsulate it, not at all. She longed for those small interactions. Come Wednesday, she was actively wishing that she might catch Blake as she came down to drop off some food. It was stupid. If she really wanted, she could have just asked Blake to come down, to spend some time with her. She could have, but she would never have let herself do that. She had far too much pride still, and as usual, it was getting in her way; depriving her of what she truly wanted. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last- though, with what Blake had been doing, breaking down her pride, she wondered.
It was that night, after missing Blake every time she came to drop off a meal, when she changed into pajamas that Weiss finally began to break. Her back turned to the front door, she stripped down to get ready for a longer sleep than the naps she'd been taking so often as of late, and that's when she saw it. The writing had begun to fade; Blake; Owner's writing… all those messages of care... or love… or whatever! They were fading. Some were almost gone entirely! She could live with the dirtier ones going away… but… the one that had said 'handle with care and love' it'd almost completely disappeared. There was no reasonable excuse, but… for some reason, Weiss felt… she felt like it wasn't true; like the fact that it rubbed off so easily meant it was a lie the whole time. That she'd never been 'beautiful' or 'sweet' or like she didn't deserve to be handled with care and love. It's not like she ever really had been handled with those things. It was clear Blake didn't actually feel them. If she had, then she'd not be working so hard to evade Weiss. Weiss felt sick. She felt sick and worthless. Well, worthless for all but one thing.
Overwhelming guilt had done a lot to keep her libido in check over the week. Feeling explicitly to blame for the death and enslavement of hundreds or thousands seemed to have the ability to just do that. But a thoughtless Kitten, that's what Blake wanted, right? Maybe if she could be that, Blake would come back down, maybe she'd hold her again; like she had that day Weiss begged and cried to be edged; the day Blake fell asleep next to her.
Weiss longed for that day. She longed for the warmth of Owner's arms, the soft whisper of her sushes right in her ear, and its supernatural power to soothe her. She knew only one way to even attempt to simulate that. "I'm… n- no- not a… K- Kitten. Not- Kitten." Arousal built quickly in her body, fast enough that she nearly collapsed onto her knees. She managed to just topple over onto her bed instead. Her needy pussy slickened with ease and her ass throbbed with ache.
Weiss hadn't touched herself in that way since making the video, and even that was just a gentle caress of her enlarged breasts. Guilt suppressed her craving to sate her body's arousal, but it had still been building the whole time. The better part of a week with no waiting herself, and she'd begun to soak through panties. She switched to the thongs and exclusively worn skirts because it was easier to just wipe the still small amount of slick that dripped down her thighs off rather than soak through panties and stay uncomfortable all day.
"Blake's not… not my… my Mistress or Owner or-" Desperation spiked and Weiss couldn't help but keen in her desperation. She keened, she whined, she even sobbed as her fingers slipped down and fought to satiate her. She made all the hollar she could, but Blake never came. She was alone, and the only soothing she could give herself was sexual. So, that's what she did.
Weiss rode her fingers, bucked her hips back and forth on them, and desperately fucked herself to what felt to be a stunningly unsatiating climax. She knew what she needed; well, it wasn't what she needed… she needed Blake. But, the toy that leaked liquid warmth would do. Scrambling around on the bed, she found it and slipped it inside herself with ease. It opened her up, parted her lips, and pressed all the way down, filling her up. She felt so much better like that. Almost like her worries could melt away if only it could fuck harder inside her. If she could fuck herself stupid, then she wouldn't need Blake, she wouldn't need Winter, or Jacques, she wouldn't need anyone! All she needed was to keep herself dumb; too blissed out to care. Too stupid to see how sad or lonely she was. Yeah, that was what she needed, that would fix it.
She bucked her hips harder and harder onto the toy as it bottomed out, she felt the base of it try to stretch her lips further. It hurt, but that just made it hotter. She liked the idea of being spread wide, but as the toy began to leak its fluid into her, she grew to love and crave it. The only tragedy was it would be too big to slip inside her any further. She'd need a new toy to satiate those cravings, but this was all she had.
Still, Weiss fucked herself so many times she collapsed. She couldn't quite count her own orgasms, but it felt like the toy warmed her seven or eight times. Something had changed of it. Her whole body felt warm, heated to the touch, aching for someone else. Somehow she felt more insecure than ever, craved Blake unlike ever before. She desperately wanted to feel her owner snuggle into her neck, nip, nuzzle, maybe even bite her. She came so much harder at that idea; the idea of Blake biting her, growling into her neck, and biting her so hard it left a scar. She came and the toy-filled her with warm, soul sating… something. She couldn't tell what it was, or why it felt so good as it filled her up, but she wanted more. She'd likely be using the toy every time she needed to relieve herself now. Even if only because it helped her escape her troubled, isolated mind.
Not that Weiss had all the time in the world left between then and when Saturday rolled back around with the chance to either end her limited freedom or extend it another week, but she continued using her toy rather avidly. It made for the perfect way to pass time, but more specifically, she used it to stave off the horrid feelings of isolation. Without Blake, the small room grew to be almost just as depressing as her home back in Atlas.
Although her home back in Atlas had the benefit of allowing her to interact with others, it also often also meant her family; something that… did more harm than good, but still, it did allot her some human interaction. Opposingly, a primary benefit of Menagerie was that she had the quiet she so often craved. Quiet, and she was yet to do something she felt to be actually morally abhorrent. Maybe a thing or two she felt was dirty, but… nothing that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
That Saturday, after a long night of fucking herself stupid, Weiss woke to the smell of blueberry pancakes. The last day, she had completely forgone clothes. It was easier to grope herself and fuck her needy holes that way. The only drawback turned out to be that she was completely bare with the toy still half sticking out of her filled pussy when Blake came down to set up their breakfast. "Hmm?" Weiss stirred with something in between a groan and a pleased moan.
"Hey there Ki-" Blake started in a chipper tone. "Hey, Weiss." She corrected, more somber the second time.
Weiss smiled eagerly at her title, but that died out quickly in response to Blake's correction. Why… why the hell did she want to be called Kitten so bad? Some corner of Weiss knew why. It was because Blake at least pretended to care about Kitten. Brothers, she wanted to cry, whine, and beg for Blake to pretend to care again, to come over, hold her, and kiss away her loneliness. Wait… Kiss? Since when had Weiss wanted Blake to kis-
"You ok over there?" Blake questioned with the slightest amount of care, and Weiss just felt some corner of her melt. What she wouldn't give to just be allowed to lay down at Owner's feet. It would be nice to rest her head on Owner's foot, nuzzle and purr out her pleased comfort. And if Owner would pet her? How perfect that could be. "Weiss?"
Weiss whined instinctively against the name. She wanted to be Kitten again! Not Weiss!
"K- Kitten?" Blake checked in such a timid voice that it snapped Weiss out of her drowsy induced honest haze.
"I! No! W- Weiss is fine!" Weiss struggled a moment, and her body revved her arousal in retaliation. But she still had the toy halfway inside her, and her body adored the small stretch. Her walls clamped on their own, and a small amount of bliss shot through her.
"Alright, Weiss it is." Blake nodded. "I brought you a nice meal? I figured it might be a nice treat before you either comply again or start going back to training."
"T- training?" Weiss's pussy clamped around her toy again.
"Of course, if you don't help out again, we'll go back to how things were last week. You remember the deal." Blake answered as she slowly began to cut up her pancakes. "Now, come on, put on some clothes and eat."
Weiss blinked slowly. She blinked and something she felt she was certain to regret slipped from her lips. "I- can… can we train first?"
End of Chapter 26
