Chapter 11

Joan spent the rest of her day rejoicing in triumph. There wasn't much she could to do celebrate her victory while captured, but she did her best. It mostly culminated in fantasizing about being able to resume or restart her life outside as the new Joan, and theories of how to escape once Cinder was dealt with. She had mentioned someone above her? A Salem, but being as Joan had never seen this Salem, she figured the head of the compound may have little to no idea of or care for her. If that were true, Joan had a much better chance of escape. Maybe she could use those hidden blades to snap off the collar and run. Maybe she could succeed in finding Pyrrha and the rest of her old team. She hoped they were alright. She hoped Cinder was wrong- that her friends did actually care, that the reason they hadn't come to find her was more complex than just that Joan was no longer useful to them.

Whatever was to come, Joan knew her best chance would come from staying strong, from keeping quiet, and from waiting for the correct opportunity.

The day came to its natural end and Joan slept like a baby. She felt safe, reassured and comforted with the day's developments. Maybe that was why she had not a lick of her guard up, and how Cinder got the better of her that night. She didn't know, she didn't notice, she didn't even wake as Cinder made her move; the retaliation for Joan's discovery.

Joan didn't even realize what had happened as she woke. Maybe she vaguely recognized the tightness, but feminine underwear were tighter than her old boxers, so she didn't realize it was anything more than just that. Unaware, Joan slipped out of bed and drudged her way drowsily over to the bathroom where she, as usual, stood to urinate. Halfmindedly, Joan slipped down her underwear and began only to feel the liquid running down her leg. "What! I!" Joan yelled. Jumping back and making quite the mess. As she looked down, she spotted it. Her member was still there, unharmed- well, seemingly unharmed at least. It was however squished into a tight glass cage. From sight alone, Joan could tell it was the same glass as Cinder's blades, made from her semblance. The cage was the same as some kinky toys Joan had seen before. Intended to prevent men from getting erections or achieving much or any pleasure, Joan could tell almost instantly that Cinder did it as punishment and to control her ability to relieve herself.

She tried to wrestle the thing off, but when she did, it only yanked at her girls. It hurt, and knocked the wind out of her. It took some time for Joan to calm herself, and to clean herself off. Maybe this could be good? Maybe Joan being caged could be a nice thing? She didn't particularly want to be masturbating, it was only ever something she did to relieve the pressure or to make the thing go down. With the cage on, that seemed already solved. A further benefit, no masturbation would likely mean no more fantasies of Cinder. Yes, that alone made it a worthwhile trade.

Sitting down to finish what drew her from bed in the first place, Joan felt again better for doing something more feminine. At the end of the day, it was just peeing, but… Joan didn't have the words to explain even to herself why it mattered to her. She took some of the toilet paper and cleaned around the cage, and flushed behind her.

Reinvigorated that even Cinder's worst was only a reassurance and comfort for her gender, Joan felt stronger than ever. Not physically stronger, but for whatever reason, she did in fact feel stronger. More resilient; tougher. And maybe, maybe she was.

Joan took a long bath that morning and worked to align herself in her new cage as to prevent from any future mishaps. She would be fine as long as she was careful with it from now on. She felt good, unfortunately, sometimes, a bath had a tendency to make her feel too good. The steaming water against her chest most of all was what sent her reeling; what had her struggling to stay calm. Thankfully, there was no rush to tend to the sensation, even if her body wanted it, Joan was fine for ignoring it- at least she thought she would be. It grew from a pleasurable warmth, to a pinch of the cage at sensitive flesh, to an actual sensation of a denied need. That, Joan took to be her sign that she should get out of the tub and dry off. She ought to get her clothing and makeup together before Cinder returned anyways.

The captive felt more secure in her makeup, dress, and just generally herself than she had before. It was a slow progression, but as she got better, as it became normal for her to be herself, Joan seemed to settle into it a little better every day. For Joan, things were smoothing, and damn near psychically, Cinder stomped in, using that as the perfect time to start shaking things up.

The woman looked distinctly less monster than the last time Joan had seen her. Cinder had her arm bandaged up to the shoulder and now wore a more traditional eyepatch, but the grimm that had crept onto her face had clearly receded. In its place, what looked to be a scar around the eyepatch; like Cinder had a poor enucleation- like the procedure to remove an eye had been done on her with a beast's claws. Whatever had been done, it seemed to work- at least for now. That knocked some of the wind out from under Joan's sails. She hadn't expected the process to be reversible in any way.

"Good morning." Cinder greeted formally as she placed Joan's breakfast down on the makeup table. "I see you've decided to be good today."

Joan nodded. "I- I'm… sorry for what you saw yesterday." She hesitantly apologized.

Cinder gave no visible response save for a slight cringe. "I am sure you've found the punishment for your lashing out after."

"You mean for figuring out the obvious?" Joan challenged with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you really wish to incur another punishment- or is that it? Do you enjoy being caged you hopeless slut?" Cinder struck an uncomfortable looking pose and for the first time Joan realized that Cinder had changed her dress. Cinder's grimm arm was covered completely, but save for that, Cinder's clothing was much more revealing than it had been before. It was almost impressive, it was not like she was all so thoroughly covered before. It wasn't just that tho, somehow… Cinder looked… more… Joan had to blink as she doubted her eyes. She certainly wasn't so horny that her mind was tricking her. Cinder really was dressed like that and she really did look like… like she was trying to… seduce? Or? No, nothing like that was even possible. Certainly not. Joan knew well enough that a woman dressing up didn't ever have to be for anyone but themselves. It could earnestly be a thing done just to make herself feel better. Joan knew it was possible, but for some reason, this felt different.

"I'm not a-" Joan's lower body seemed to twitch at the thought of saying it. "And… it's not my fault I have eyes- why are you so mad anyways. You seem to be doing much better in that department."

"I am, and you are lucky, I am feeling generous because of it."

"Generous?" Joan squinted.

"Generous." Cinder confirmed. "Tell me one thinking you want- I can't promise you will get it to the extent you want, but I will do my best." Cinder sat in one of the room's chairs, her legs on display and seeming like they went on for decades. "You want freedom? From me, from the drugged food? Maybe I can find you an unmodified handful of meals and leave you to your own for a day or so. You want your cage taken off your poor clit? I can see it being removed for a day or two. You… want… relief?" Cinder popped her lips and made a stunningly lewd gesture with her hand. "I could even see you get some of that too."

Joan shuttered and cringed at herself for how she grew entranced by the display. She may in fact be a woman, but if she was, she was most certianly a lesbian. "A- anything?" Joan chocked out, her cheeks burning as Cinder's tongue swiped along her lips. Why in all of Remnant did someone so evil have to look so… distracting?

"Anything." Cinder's subtle gestures somehow grew dirtier.

"Where are my friends! Are they alright! Who- who made it out after your attack!"

"That's it? That's what you wish?"

"Yes, yes please. That is what I want! It is what I want more than anything!"

"Fine then. Tell me who you want to know what about."

"Pyrrha! I want the truth! I know you didn't kill her, so-"

"We can circle back to her, start with someone else."

"I! Umm! Ruby and Yang! How are they? I'm really worried about Ruby- leading a team after all that must be…"

"Who were they again?"

"Peppy red head with the silver eyes, leader to team RWBY and her blond sister?"

"Hmm, I feel like I know who you are talking about, but I can't remember them. What were they like? Who did they hang around?"

"Ahh! Ruby, she was the youngest. They mostly hung with their team and mine. Oh, also they had Qrow? Ruby's uncle, he came by not too long ago. The… guy who smelled like cleaner?"

"Ah, bar bird boy." Cinder nodded. "And… they were from Vacuo, right? With their mom?"

"No, Ruby's mom died years ago. They only have Qrow and their dad really. They live back in the forests of Vale."

"Oh, yes. Yes, well, the blond bimbo- you know, you would look quite good with a chest like her's."

Joan blushed and hid her face.

"Well, she lost her arm in the fight. We suspect she lived but are unsure as there was nobody left behind. The silver eyed brat, she got away as well. We aren't quite sure where they went. Maybe with that old Qrow?"

"No, most likely back to their da-" Joan bit her tongue. Cinder might be being nice, but that didn't mean that she couldn't pick up some stray knowledge through Joan's mistakes. "I mean, I don't know."

"Right right, wouldn't want to let anything slip." Cinder allowed. "Was there anyone else you wanted to know something of?"

"Nora- Nora and Ren! How did they make it out? Please tell me they are ok! I- I disappeared and left them… I-"

"And they were…" Cinder coaxed out more detail from Joan masterfully.

"Nora had a hammer and Ren had his bladed pistols."

"Uugh, where were those ones from again? It was a small town right?"

"Kuroyuri. But… I don't think-" Joan glared at Cinder.

"What?" Cinder clearly tried to hide her amusement, but it cracked through. "Do you want to know what happened to Pyrrha?"

"I won't tell you where she is from!" Joan snapped.

"I don't need you to, born, raised, and trained in Argus. That is the city your sister and her wife live in, no?"

"You leave my sisters out of it!"

"And what of their baby boy?"

"You wouldn't!" Joan snapped.

"I hope not to have to." Cinder answered and damnit, Joan believed her. "You may not believe me, but I have no wish to go after them." Joan averted her eyes, unwilling to have her will undermined by Cinder's coaxing ways. "I will if you make me. But you have my word, I won't hurt the child."

"Whatever." Joan huffed.

"And your paramour, she has not returned home. We have… agents on guard and looking for her there, but as of yet, nothing. She is certainly alive- alive and smart. Are you sure you don't wish to tell me where she might be?"

Joan wasn't sure, but she had a strong feeling the answer was with Ruby, Nora, and Ren. Maybe others would tag along, Joan was not sure. It was nebulous, but Cinder was smart, and Joan earnestly feared that if the monster had even the slightest hints, it could spell everyone's doom. "No Cinder. I don't care what you offer. I won't give them up."

"Fine." Cinder stood. "As of tomorrow, this is a part of your uniform." She dropped down a little pink cone looking thing with a flared curve of a base.

"What the-" Joan rushed over to the pink piece of silicone, utterly in disbelief. "What is this! Where does this even go!?" Joan was nowhere so naive as not to know, but she could not accept it.

"There's lube in the dresser, that will make getting it in easier while you are still new. We'll get you a new one next week; bigger."

"B- bigger!" Joan stammered. The idea of simply having this one inside her felt… terrifying. It was- well, fine, it wasn't actually that big, but it was far bigger than she felt was ok or feasible.

"Consider it motivation to start sharing more. We'll keep making them bigger till either you cave or… nope, that's it. Just till you cave."

"You can't be serious!"

"I want it in securely when I come in to bring you tomorrow's breakfast. I suggest you try it out today so you aren't scrambling to fit it in tomorrow morning. You wouldn't want a repeat of the make up, now would you?"

"Fine." Joan glanced down to the plug and tried to hide her terror.

"Enjoy your meal."

End of Chapter 11