Chapter 13

The next morning Joan woke relaxed to a degree she failed to remember ever. Her ass was sore, it clearly protested the toy's invasion, but she would have been lying if she said there was nothing she liked about it. It felt… Joan couldn't put words to it exactly, but she knew if it had been Pyrrha who did it to her, the sensation would only leave her desiring to cuddle her closer.

That thought in particular sounded heavenly. Joan had… she'd had nearly no physical contact since Beacon. Only really Cinder's abuse and the bath incident. Hell, even when at Beacon, Joan rarely got any physical contact. Nora and Ruby were rather overzealous huggers, but save for that and the teaching Pyrrha took the time to give her…

Joan shivered at the memories. Pyrrha's kind hands showing her how exactly was best to grip her sword, how to swing. Pyrrha said she loved her that last day? Did Pyrrha love her the same way? If she ever did, would those feelings persist for Joan or die with Jaune?

In the end, she forced herself out of bed rather than deal with it. She slept in by accident, so she had to rush to get dressed and get her makeup right before Cinder visited. As she worked her makeup on, Joan was painfully aware of the plug, how it pressed into her against the hard chair. The worst part was how Joan found herself rocking gently against the chair, forcing it slightly against that spot that made her shiver. She moaned and sighed at herself for being so easily distracted.

She forced herself to focus and finish up her makeup. When finished, she noticed she had gotten better. It wasn't as good as her most adept sister, but she was about as good as the one or two that nearly never wore the stuff. It would have been truly impressive if she hadn't grown up her whole life seeing others do it.

Cinder charged in, a grimm following just behind her with a meal try in tow not long after Joan finished. Cinder damn near looked like she was ready to start on a war path; like she was simply hoping for Joan not to have complied.

"I- h- hey." Joan's eyes flickered up to Cinder and suddenly shot back down. The visage of Cinder only made her think of the night before- what she had done, how she had cum. She did not like thinking of that at all. No, no, not at all.

"Hmm, I take it you didn't follow your orders?" Cinder moved on to assume rather quickly.

"I did." Joan answered softly- her voice really had changed quite a bit since what Cinder had the doctor do. The more Joan's throat healed, the more she noticed the difference.

Cinder's eyebrow popped up. "Sure you did."

"I did! It's- it's in!" Joan blurted embarrassed.

"And how exactly am I supposed to believe you?"

"Because I don't have the- the-"

"The butt plug?"

"Yes, that, I don't have it anywhere."

"Hmm, not quite enough Joan." Cinder answered cold.

"Oh brothers." Joan groaned. "You're really going to ask me to-"

"Turn around and bend over." Cinder ordered.

"I- really? Are you kidding me?"

"I don't care if it is in, keep complaining and I will punish you anyways."

"Fine, fine." Joan grumbled and followed her instructions. She bent over the bed and hid her face into the covers, hopeful that it could hide at least a touch of her shame. It didn't feel like it worked in the slightest as Cinder brazenly flipped up the skirt of Joan's dress.

"Aww, you went with the cute lacy panties today?"

Joan grumbled into the bedding.

"I'm sorry-" Cinder spanked Joan's ass hard- painfully so. "I didn't hear you."

"Cinder! What the! I!"

"Aww, what's wrong?" Cinder caressed her hand over Joan's ass gently.

"You! You spanked me!"

"I did." Cinder affirmed. "You were being bad, you were punished."

"I! I! Yes! Sure! I wore lacy panties! They were nice and soft! I liked them, so I wore them! They are sheer, so you can see the… the… plug- I'm wearing it, I did what you wanted, so, can I stand back up and put my dress down?"

"No." Cinder answered simply. I still want to check more… thoroughly. Plus, I really ought to check on your cage. I need to make sure it isn't… rubbing you raw or anything."

"I! I! It's fine! Not like you care!" Joan huffed.

"Now, who said I didn't care? That is just a slanderous accusation! I am very concerned about it hurting you. If you get sick or seriously hurt, I can't get my answers out of you."

"Of course, you are only focused on- ahh!" Joan reeled and jumped as Cinder ripped down her panties. "Did you! Did you have to do that! I!"

"Yes, I did." Cinder almost audibly rolled her eyes as she turned her attention to the cage. With demanding hands, she gripped it and pulled, inspecting around where it attached and at Joan's sex. She hummed and sighed idly until suddenly she made quite the noise of surprise. "You kinky little slut!"

"I! What! No! No! I am not!"

"Oh really? Then explain to me why you have dried cum on the inside of your cage."

"What- I- I- Oh brothers!" Joan buried her face into the mattress. She had cleaned herself, but not the cage before she went to sleep.

"You nasty bitch, so helpless that you came even with your poor clit caged up?" Wait! Wait! Was! Was Cinder where Joan had first heard it called that? The thought shook Joan to her very core for a reason she could not explain. "Oh, wait! Did you- was it because you enjoyed slipping this little thing in here?" Cinder's attention turned back to Joan's plug. She teased it, traced her finger along the base before pressing it deeper into Joan.

"Oh fuck-" Joan moaned into the bed.

"You nasty little fuck!"

Joan stammered weakly.

"You really did? You got off while trying to slip this inside, didn't you?" Cinder hooked a finger around the base and began to pull it out ever so slightly. She teased it, pulled it out to its widest point, and then let Joan's ass pull it back in naturally. It was- it was evil! Worse yet, it was pleasurable.

"I- I'm not! I- didn't." Joan lied weakly.

"Aww, it's alright. I should have made a rule about cumming if I didn't want you to." Cinder allowed as she worked faster at the toy.

Joan began to pull her own hair as she fought to manage the sensation of the toy being teased at her entrance. "Slow- slow down." She whimpered breathless.

"Aww, is the poor slut going to cum again?"

"N- n- no! I! I wore it all night and I- I'm just sore, that's all." Joan lied to even herself as her length pounded and fought against the cage.

"Mhmm, liar. And you know what liars get?" Cinder nearly purred in delight.

"W- w- what?"

"Punished." Cinder answered with some evident glee before the toy sprung to life of its own. With no explanation to Joan, the toy began to vibrate, it vibrated and little beads in the stem of the plug began to rotate right where they met Joan's outermost ring.

"Haanh~ Ohh." Joan's knees weakened and she began to slip off the bed and onto her knees. "What- what- what tis tht~" She mumbled through husky arousal.

"Just a function of the toy. Do you like it? Does it feel good? You seem to like it quite a bit."

"I! I! I- umm! No! No! I don't! Not at all!" Joan shuttered and bit her lip with only a faint hope of being able to ignore the sensation of the toy's motor assaulting her sensitive spot. She tried and fought, but when Cinder added in more toying pressure at the plug's base, Joan's eyes began to cross and lewd noises slipped out. "F- fuck! Stop that! It- it-"

"Poor thing." Cinder audibly pouted before standing and spanking Joan again. There was a small click behind Joan and the toy stopped just before her body climaxed.

Joan panted and loathed how some part of her wished desperately for Cinder to continue just long enough for her to finish. Brothers, why did the vibrating make it feel so good? And- and the beads that rotated in the toy's stem~ Joan moaned longingly at the thought.

"Brothers, you truly are disgusting." Cinder sneered.

"Why- why- why did you stop?" Joan's honest thoughts slipped out amidst her mind dampened and hazed with desire and arousal.

"The better question would have been why I touched a disgusting fuck like you to begin with." If Joan had been more put together, she might have noticed how Cinder was playing it up more; how the torturer's acting slipped over the top- almost compensating again.

"Wh- why~" Joan huffed.

"Because, everything else isn't working at the rate I would like. And you made your keen observation that I would like this over and done with sooner rather than later. So, another form of torture? All the better."

"How- how was that torture?" Joan retorted before she remembered that she was supposed to hate it, not find it so pleasurable she was left on the verge of cumming.

"It's not, not yet, poor, stupid, Joan." Cinder's grimm hand landed on the top of Joan's head to pat her and ruffle her hair. For how disgusting Joan found it, it left her body singing far too much with delight and need for… for… something. "But, you are not allowed to cum anymore. Even by accident. Try it again, and I'll just have to find you a new punishment."

"W- what? I- I mean! Who cares! I! I don't want that anyways!" Joan snapped.

"Sure you don't poor Joan." Cinder pouted and scratched the top of her captive's head again. Still, it felt far nicer than it should. "But, when that changes, you will know how to get your release without punishment. You'll just have to tell me a little something about your precious Pyrrha; anything really."

"N- ne- never." Joan panted, completely oblivious to how her sex strained desperately against it's cage.

"Alright. I'll return with your lunch and then your dinner. We will do this again before each of your meals."

"Wh- what?"

"You didn't think I would just check the one time, did you? And it wouldn't be all that tortuous not to cum if you just had your clit locked up and no stimulation." Cinder taunted. "Well, enjoy." She waved off and disappeared.

End of Chapter 13