Chapter 14

As Cinder warned, she returned with Joan's lunch and her dinner. Both times she teased Joan and the plug in her ass. At lunch, Joan felt so close she thought she could cum. At dinner, she got so close she nearly requested to. The whimpers of 'please' and 'let me~' lingered on her tongue and would have slipped out if not for how she clenched her teeth down on it. She even thought she tasted a hint of blood from how hard she gritted her teeth and fought against what her body seemed insistent on pleading for.

Again, each time Cinder finished and pulled away, she placed a hand on Joan's head to pat and soothe her slightly through the rush of energy that lingered in her body after being edged. If Joan hadn't known better, she might have thought it was an honest effort to comfort her, to make it all easier. She did know better though. She knew that it was at most a ploy, something to make her let her guard down or trick her into thinking that Cinder was friend rather than foe. Joan feared that if she didn't know, she would have fallen for it far too easily.

It continued on again like that for another two days. Cinder pushed Joan closer and closer. Joan's body took to her changes more and more. Her breasts were no longer just buds and were actually beginning to swell to have some form of a curve. Only the slightest graze had her ass clenching and her clit straining against the cage. Her hips continued to widen out. She filled her dresses better and better every morning.

Atop all else, Joan's underwear grew to be perpetually dampened from her leaking. Even so little as ten or twenty minutes after she put on a new pair, she found herself leaking, her wetness dribbling out of her cage and staining her panties. She hated how she didn't hate it; how despite the frustration it caused, it made her feel more a woman to have her need result in soaked panties. Worse yet, Cinder eagerly took to taunting her about it.

It was when a full week of her new, changed captivity came around that Cinder instigated another change. "Strip!" She demanded as she entered.

"Do we really have to keep doing this? I- my… it's kind of sore from all the-"

"You can take it out for now. But strip everything else off too."

"Wh- what?"

"Did you not hear me?" Cinder pressed impatient.

"Fine." Joan allowed and stripped herself down bare before reaching back and slowly negotiating the plug out of herself. She hated how she moaned and sighed at the sensation of pulling it out. She hated that Cinder got to see that.

"Better?" Cinder inquired.

Joan nodded softly.

"Good, now remember to use your aura to help the muscles recuperate while it is out. You will have to put it back in soon enough."

"Al… alright." Joan murmured with her head hung low.

"Your body is coming along quite nicely, don't you think?" Cinder moved in close, her hands hovering over Joan's intimate areas.

"I- I guess?"

"You look like you're an A cup already. I think it is time you start wearing a bra. It will help."

Joan nodded obediently and wished for a moment that she didn't agree with Cinder. She did need one, and the thought of wearing one sounded like a moderately delightful little touch of gender affirmation.

Cinder's hands took to Joan's breasts with what felt like no warning. She grabbed and squeezed at what new fat was accumulating there with the other breast tissue. In a stroke of true maliciousness, she pinched and pulled gently at Joan's nipples.

Joan was hopeless. She did not know in the moment, but her breasts were the most sensitive they ever would be. Between being new to it and the extra sensitivity of her breasts still actively growing, Joan nearly collapsed to the floor. It was only because she had her bed behind her to lean against that she was able to stay up.

"Good slut. Very reactive." Cinder praised with words that seemed to cloud Joan's mind.

"I- they… they're… really…"

"Yes, yes, you poor denied thing. I am sure it is horrible to have been taunted and have your tits played with like that when you are such a hopeless whore."

Joan's cheeks burned in a way that was simply wrong. Cinder should not be able to make her heart flutter like that.

"Your ass and hips seem to be coming along nicely too. You don't think it's purely because you've been becoming such an anal slut, do you?" Cinder questioned almost earnestly as she turned Joan around and began grabbing there too. Joan shuttered and shied away from the touch, but there was not much she could do. Cinder still grabbed, she still inspected and evaluated; she still treated Joan like she owned the captive's body.

"Why- why did you want me to strip?"

"Because. It is time for you to get a shave again. I can see the hint of your stubble. Plus… all this body hair… Cinder tranced a finger up Joan's happy trail, then under her armpits. "It has to go for you to be the good girl you should."

"I- I-" Joan stammered.

"You go wipe off your makeup, I will draw you a warm bath like last time."

"Y- yes Cinder." Joan hung her head.

"Good girl." Cinder praised.

Joan tried to shake the words from her head as they echoed around and made her shutter with a mild appreciation. In some ways she felt she was slipping- no, she knew she was, and she hated it. She understood why- she hated it, but she did understand. Cinder was the only person she saw or interacted with. Every morning, she came in and even if she tortured Joan, it was the only contact she'd gotten in… since Pyrrha tried to save her life and confessed her love. Resistance stayed strong at first, but with each day, Joan felt it whittling smaller and smaller.

She felt herself growing flimsy and weak, particularly in her new week of denial. Joan couldn't tell which deteriorated her resistance faster, being edged and pushed so far that she regularly found herself on the precipice of begging for relief, or the comfort that came after. It was small, but the touches of Cinder's palm to the top of her head… it striped away her resistance- amidst the rush and need, she felt it ripped away from her three times a day like clockwork.

Nothing about it was helped by how her emotions still felt different; still felt- hyperactive. Joan wasn't quite sure, but as time proceded, she grew to suspect it might have something to do with the hormones; that maybe her changes were not just physical. If there were, in fact, effects hormones had on how she processed emotions, Joan wanted to welcome them graciously. She wanted to because it could only mean retrieving a portion of herself stolen away by the body she had unlucked into. She wanted to be happy about it, but being in flux, and the way that flux left her weak to Cinder's subtle manipulations kept her trepidatious.

As she wiped off her makeup, Joan tried to promise herself strength, that she could resist even the gentlest of Cinder's touches- even the ones that made her feel alright when her world wobbled. She tried to promise it to herself again and again and again, but when she turned back to Cinder's knowing smile, she feared she was no longer the one waiting out a clock before her opponent broke.

Joan covered herself and her cage with one hand over her growing breasts and the other down below. It was hard to approach the tub while still covering herself satisfactorily.

"It's nothing to cover. I've seen it all before."

"I! That dosn't mean I want to display it!"

"Fine, but it's time to let me take off your cage."

"The- the cage?"

"Yes, I need to take it off." Cinder gestured over in a trickily inviting way.

"I- you are finally taking it off!" Joan delighted.

"Oh, don't get ahead of yourself, you perv. I will make you a new one as soon as we are done shaving and cleaning you."

"Oh- oh…" Joan nodded.

"I mean, if you are all so eager to get it taken off, you could always…" Cinder made that lewd motion with her hand again.

"N- no." Joan forced out with more effort than it had ever required before.

"Alright then. Now, come on, let me take it off."

Joan looked away and stepped forward. She removed her hands with immense regret.

"Good girl." Cinder praised as she reached out and melted the cage off. The grimm hand pulled away the hot glass that made it before Joan or her sensitive flesh could be harmed.

Uncaged, Joan's length roared to life with haste. It protruded out prouder than she was prepared for. It throbbed and ached. Uncaged, she desperately needed to touch herself, to finally feel any release. It had been so long, too long. Even the girls ached, crying out for any relief.

"Poor thing, she's so eager." Cinder pouted and pressed a nail to the tip where Joan leaked. "Are you sure you want to keep torturing her? You can get all the relief you want, just like that."

"No." Joan gritted her teeth and fought to steel her will.

"You sure?" Cinder gestured for Joan to slip into the tub.

"I am perfectly sure." Joan's voice wavered, but she dismissed it as just the surprise at how hot the water was.

"I suppose it is time to get started then?"

Joan sunk just a little into the deep tub. She nodded gently.

"Lay back then. We are starting with your face and neck again."

"Ok." Joan nodded and closed her eyes. Having done it before, Joan found being shaved actually relaxing. She might have found allowing a murderer to hold a straight razor to her neck to be concerning, but she knew her life seemed to mean more to Cinder than it did to herself; at least it did while she was in captivity like this.

Joan was nearly half asleep when Cinder began moving further down. With ease, Cinder turned her blade to Joan's chest where she shaved off only the slightest of peach fuzz. When Cinder finished with her chest and began washing off the blade, Joan touched her chest, she tested the silky smoothness of the closest shave ever. It was delightful, she adored it.

Joan didn't fight in the slightest as Cinder picked up her arm and began to shave that too. She was breath taken at how much it changed by simply being shaved. It was a stunning transformation. Her arms suddenly looked so feminine. With delight, Joan allowed Cinder to shave the other too. When that was done, Cinder moved down to do the same to Joan's legs. This time, rather than stop removing hair at Joan's knees, Cinder kept the blade slipping all the way up. She even made Joan turn over and reveal her ass to be shaved. The first time Joan felt true fear for being shaved was when Cinder worked between her crack. Honestly, it was terrifying. But, when it was done, Joan felt sleek and smooth.

There was only a touch of hair left to be delt with. Cinder's hands approaching Joan's crotch left her hardening.

"So eager." Cinder whispered into Joan's ear.

"It's- it doesn't mean anything. It just gets that way because it has been locked up for a while and you have been… you know what you've been doing." Joan looked away.

"It's ok. All the better to get a closer shave down here- that is, if you want."

"Huh?" Joan grunted confused.

"Well, all women grow hair down here." Cinder noted, her hands resting on the front of Joan's hips. "So, as far as here goes, I will leave it up to you. What do you think?"

"I-" Joan flushed and looked away from Cinder. Maybe just… just a little?" The second it came out of her mouth, Joan knew it was a mistake. She shouldn't admit to wanting any of it. Confessing to being a girl could have, for her, been worse than a death sentence. "I- I mean, I always wanted to try manscaping, and-" Joan cringed at the term. "And the hair on my- on my- boys" She fought the urge to wretch calling them that. "Gets caught on the cage and some of my panties."

"That works; probably more feminine anyways. But call it manscaping again, and there will be even less man left to you." Cinder warned.

"Yes Cinder." Joan braced and allowed the other woman to shave and trim the hair down there, leaving her with a much more feminine hair pattern over all.

Joan thought she would be done after that, but Cinder swiftly shifted into shampooing her hair and then conditioning it when that was done. Joan had all of a moment and a half to begin to relax before Cinder began soaping her up and sliding sudsy hands up and down Joan's newly smoothed skin. It was nice, comforting, soft.

Joan jolted when Cinder's hands began to caress her breasts. Cinder was effective at it. Even her less human hand seemed to be adept at pinching and caressing pleasurabely at the developing flesh. It was so much Joan found herself moaning and slipping into it. When Cinder's human hand slipped down and took Joan's length in a fist, Joan didn't have the resistance she had the previous time. She didn't fight, she couldn't. Her poor clit hadn't been touched since before the cage had been put on her. More specifically, she had been being broken for a week, and there was just no energy for resistance left in her.

Instead of her resistance, Joan moaned. She gave herself over and allowed the pleasure. Her hips rolled into the touch, she bucked into the hand, and her mind quickly began to shatter. It only worsened when Cinder swapped hands. The grimm hand was somehow able to form itself perfectly to Joan's sex, to envelop her. Cinder's freed hand slipped lower and hooked a finger inside Joan.

Both Joan's sex and her ass were completely at Cinder's mercy. She swallowed the finger up almost greedily, her inner muscles coaxing int further in and right to the spot that could break her all too easily. "That's it. Good girl. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Y- yes~" Joan moaned.

"Do you want to cum?"

Joan didn't open her mouth- in fact, she sealed her eyes tighter, but still, she nodded. The first crack in her will began to show through, and she knew Cinder would relish in the light that resulted.

"What was that? I can't hear you; desperate girl." Cinder whispered into Joan's ear seductively.

"P- please." The stifled plead that had been building in Joan for a week finally slipped loose. "I- I wanna~" Joan's hips bucked onto Cinder's fingers and fought to ride her spot against Cinder's touch.

"Where is she? Which of your friends would she have gone with? Tell me, and I'll make you cum more times than you can count." Cinder seduced, her fingers assaulting harder and the grim hand moving up and down faster.

Joan could feel herself a half moment away from breaking. For a moment, she even thought about how Pyrrha likely would be off with the rest of their team and Ruby; likely off to Haven or to Argus. Pyrrha was smart, just because Cinder's goons couldn't find her there, didn't mean Pyrrha wasn't there. "N~ No!" Joan shuttered.

Cinder snarled and ripped her hands away. Her grimm hand twitched angrily and she visibly struggled to calm herself. Her struggle was clear, but Joan didn't have much a capability to pay any attention to it as her body revolted.

Joan desperately wanted to finish herself off, to indulge and finally cum again, but she held back. She only really held back because she knew fully well that if Cinder saw, something much worse would come. Something she likely wouldn't have the needed resistance to endure. Joan clenched her whole body and fought to stay steady as the almost inevitable orgasm slipped away, evaded her desperate grasp. It was painful, her whole body ached, but most of all her core. She felt like something about her downstairs was short circuiting and overflowing in its reaction.

When Joan's body and mind finally calmed, Cinder seemed calm too. Honestly, she was surprised that Cinder calmed herself so quickly- or that it took her so long to do the same.

"Quite a shame." Cinder commented cold.

Joan said nothing and hid herself and her shame into the tub.

"You really seemed like you needed it. Now you'll be going back in your cage." Cinder pouted. "And that's not even all."

"What- what else is there?"

"Let's just say, you aren't just getting a shave with your bath today."

"I'm not?"

"No, I have some dust lotion. It's mostly used for women who are tired of shaving their legs but want them soft and hairless." Cinder answered as she dipped her hands into the water and began to soap them up.

"And… ?"

"And you'll be using it every day from now on. It will keep your hair from growing back as long as you use it, and slowly, if you keep doing it, the hair will never grow back."

Joan fidgeted excitedly. She almost had to fight a smile. Not having to shave ever again? She could cry- her eyes even watered.

"Are you really such a pussy that the idea of losing your body hair will make you cry?" Cinder sneered coarsely.

Joan kept her silence. She didn't so much appreciate the terminology, and she tried to focus on that rather than her earnest happiness and relief.

"You know, if it is such a horrible idea to you, you can just give in." Cinder sneered. "Your body clearly needs it. There is no pride to be found in willingly suffering."

"There is pride in protecting my friends!" Joan shot up from the bath, firmly defying her captor."

"There might be…" Cinder looked Joan over with cutting coldness. "But that would only be if you were actually going to succeed rather than delaying the inevitable."

"I- I- I am not just delaying the inevitable."

"Yes! Yes you are! You are only choosing the path of more pain when you could just as easily give in, save yourself the pain of the torture and the loss of your oh so precious and fragile manhood. Brothers, you're such a pervert, it almost seems like you like it all." Cinder sneered.

"ME!?" Joan reeled and ignored the reality that she loved a good portion of what Cinder had been doing to her. "You think I am enjoying this? What about you? You could choose any one of infinite methods, but you want to touch me like- like that! Have you ever stopped to think the reason It will never work to make me cave is that I have no desire for YOU. You- MONSTER!" Joan sneered and watched as her words cut Cinder. "I would have half a mind to think you weren't the pervert getting off on all of this!"

Cinder stepped back, her expression turned cold and murderous. Joan expected her to snap, to scream, or to light Joan on fire. "Fine, but you'll be lucky to have half a mind when I'm done with you." She threatened and stormed off without even replacing Joan's cage.

End of Chapter 14