You awake from nap to a text. Your morning hike with Blake and "workout" session with Yang had tired you out sufficiently seeing as both took place before 9am. Now, it was nearing 2pm, and you still had the entire day to do whatever. Whatever might be influenced by a text from… Weiss!

You rise. You then rise out of bed.

"Im lonely Daddy"

"I wanna play :D"

One, the language. Daddy was Weiss' codeword for, "I'm horny," when you're involved. Two, the way she wrote it; not even Blake who wrote semi-professionally in her spare time, bothered to use proper syntax in texts. Weiss, however, used perfect diction, commas, periods, and even disliked basic contractions. Her not using punctuation, complete sentences, or apostrophes, meant one thing.

Weiss wasn't her normal self. She was someone who wanted Daddy to do with her as he pleased.

Best not disappoint her.

Thinking ahead, you grab some spare clothes and start heading out. Considering there was only one place Weiss could be, you start heading to the unused door room you and RWBY have been using to mess around without interruptions. You'd been using one in particular, so you rush over there and knock.

You get a text from Weiss telling you to come in. You'd consider why she didn't just get the door, but you've learned that it's best to just go along with things like this. Glancing around to make sure nobody was around, you open the door and slide in and– Good lords.

You understand why Weiss didn't open the door. There was no possible way she could risk anyone other than you seeing her like she was.

Who you see before you was a woman that couldn't be farther from Weiss Schnee, by her own design. Sure, it looked just like her, but it couldn't be. No. No, this woman was nothing but a little slut– your little slut.

This woman's hair was up twin tails. Two perfect, symmetrical, elegant white handles perfect for you to grab and pull.

This woman's lips were wrapped around a large lollipop. Her every motion hinted at what she could do with that mouth of hers.

This woman had spent years on her makeup. You're familiar with a woman that favorite a healthy amount of concealer and blush, but every inch of skin was shaped and colored to make her stand out as sharp as possible.

This woman had a choker. The tiny cloth accessory wrapped around her neck, telling you how she intended to be treated.

This woman wore a thin white shirt, half the length one would expect. The sparkling pink text written on it told you her purpose, that of your, "Princess."

This woman wore a pastel pink skirt. It too was half the length expected, exposing what was underneath, further helped by the freshly manicured hand lifting it and the legs that were spread wide open to show every detail.

This woman wore a white and pink striped side tied thong. Though you've come to expect lacy, over designed panties from her, this was a flat, thin, useless piece of cloth that served only to highlight how little this woman cared about her own modesty.

This woman wore pure white thigh highs. The pure white shined against even her pale skin, tightening at that glorious area around her thighs, framing everything underneath her skirt.

This woman that couldn't be Weiss but was popped her lollipop out of her mouth and smiled a devious, knowing smile. "Does Daddy like~" she said, tasting the letters along with her sweets. Even her voice was different; it was looser and almost childish with want.

Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind you, grab the door handle, and remain silent so as to let the sound of the door locking reach this woman's ears. As she purrs from the knowledge that there will be no interruptions, you say, "I like."

Weiss spreads her legs further, threatening to obviate her thong. You've come to love how shy Weiss was when undressing, but it's a powerful feeling knowing that she wants to show everything off unhindered by shame. She was presenting her entire body, barely contained in thin, slutty clothes. Though you've already been messing around with your other girls together, you feel your erection rise to meet Weiss' desire to become little more than a toy.

As you start slowly walking towards Weiss, you see her free hand slip under her skirt, not that it proved much of a barrier. You can freely see her usually nervous hand explore the area around what her thong covered. She begins trembling, her legs already rubbing together to try and sate her desire. But that can't happen. No. That was your pleasure.

"Stop," you command, watching Weiss' eyes light up. Now only inches away from her, you put a hand on her shoulder and say, "You think you can get off before I get my turn?"

Weiss swallows hard. Already panting, she removes her lollipop and says, "N-no. I belong to you, Daddy."

"Good girl," you say, feeling the power in your words. Looking down at the slut below you, you're reminded just how small she is. Easy to control, especially when she wants to be controlled. She was like this before, but this was a different level.

Looking up at you, Weiss' voice falters as it says, "I'm ready this time, Daddy. I want you to plow me, and I want it to hurt. I'm nothing but your little slut. Use me like a toy." She pulls on her choker. "I'm ready," she repeats.

This excites you. Weiss had made a similar ludicrous ask before. Then, you quickly proved she wasn't ready for it; going as hard as she wanted, she couldn't last more than a few minutes. If she's truly ready, then it's time to test.

You lean in close and whisper, "How much do you like these clothes, Weiss?" into her ear.

Weiss' voice returns to the unfamiliar lustful tone. "I can always buy more, Daddy~ I'll buy all the outfits you want me to wear~"

Looking around, you scan the room. A thought strikes you as you notice a certain object you've used before: a mirror… Mirror… thoughts fill your head. If it were in the right place, say behind you and you had a proper angle…

You decide that you shouldn't save Weiss from seeing the things she should see. She can keep this version of herself from the world, but you won't let her hide her slutty desires from herself. Weiss needs to KNOW what she is.

"Tell me something." You start using your Semblance to bring the mirror closer. Setting it up in the right spot, you notice Weiss staring at her reflection.

"Daddy?"

"If I said no. I was napping, you know; I spent the morning with Blake and Yang. If I said no, what would that mean?"

Weiss looks at her double, the version of herself dressed up like a doll. Turning to you with that wanting smile on her face, she answers, "I'd be the loneliest girl of all."

"Then it's a good thing I woke up. I can't bear the thought of leaving a lonely girl all to herself." You brush Weiss' cheek with the back of your hand. "And such a good girl."

"And what does being a good girl get me?"

You respond by violently tearing Weiss' top in half. The thin, somewhat transparent material flies off of her skin like tissue paper, revealing her attempt at a bra. It matched her thong, being a pink and white striped string bikini top that just barely covered even Weiss' smaller breasts. It managed to hide her nipples and almost nothing more, revealing that, while the smallest of her team, Weiss was an excellent display of petite and curvy. The wrong shift of weight would rob her of her modesty, revealing her breasts to the world, just as practically any movement would reveal her thong were she to stand.

As you easily tear off Weiss' useless skirt, you leave her in just her barely-there bikini top and thong. Combined with her twin tails, thigh highs, and makeup, she looked like a glorious, perverted fantasy someone would have of her, a desire to ravish the slutty heiress of the Schnee Dust Company and claim her.

"So naughty~" you tease, grabbing Weiss' cheeks with one hand and forcing her to look up at you. Her eyes sparkle. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Good. Now get on your knees and put that mouth of yours where it belongs."

Weiss' eyes widen as she looks up at you. You release her face and watch as she traces down your body until she reaches your waist. You make her watch as you undo your belt in a very deliberate manner. She swallows a lump in her throat in preparation for the next one and climbs off the bed. You enjoy that she doesn't even blink at your command. She'd make it abundantly clear she wasn't a fan of oral, but this Weiss seems to value what you want more.

You position Weiss perpendicular to the mirror. Even during her next action, she'd be able to glance over and see herself for what she is. Obediently, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. She falters for only a moment when you lower your boxers and reveal your cock, only inches from her face. "Don't let up, okay Daddy?"

"I won't," you say, hoping Weiss really was ready.

Weiss takes one last look at her reflection as you grip her hair. Her twin tails make for perfect handles to direct her, and her want for some roughness leads you to pull her to where she needed to be. She lets a moan slip out and takes a long, deep breath before you force her lips around your cock. Her attempt to look up at you fails when you begin pulling her head back and forth, assisting her in her blowjob. Taking the message along with your member, she begins swirling her tongue around, massaging every inch of your shaft as she bobs back and forth.

You allow Weiss to ease herself into her actions after your first hair pull. She's picked up a form of technique, rhythmically moving her head and stroking you with her tongue, tasting every inch. She makes no attempt at backing off or not enjoying it; in her micro bikini, the slut around your cock lets out the occasional muffled moan as she grows to enjoy the taste.

Wanting to indulge Weiss' fantasy, you tighten your grip on her twin tails and command, "Breath." She accepts the invitation to release your cock from her lips and take in air unfiltered through your sweat. After several deep gasps, the woman positions herself so your cock is between her and the mirror. She makes a show of stroking and kissing it, fitting it between her slender fingers and performing a handjob, all while watching her own degradation.

"You're going to take all of it."

"Yes, Daddy."

Weiss plants another kiss and wraps her lips back around your shaft. Gripping her hair and pulling her towards you, you force Weiss to deep throat you. After she braces her hands on your waist and muffles some form of positive affirmation, you know you can go hard.

Tears well up in Weiss' eyes as you give her no chance at recovery. You pull her hair towards yourself and then back out, forcing Weiss to accept all of your cock into her mouth and giving her a brief moment of respite before forcing her back in. Her head shakes back and forth as you draw her face into your waist, your shaft reaching into her throat and choking her.

Vague noises come from Weiss as she experiences your all. Knowing that this is the treatment she wanted, you keep your pace, depriving her of pleasure and oxygen until you feel release coming. With a final tug, you bring Weiss' head to your waist, her forehead touching your stomach as you slide all the way into her mouth. Tears of joy and pain ruin her makeup, making her look like a mess with her cheeks stuffed. Shooting your load into her, you pull her back and replace your shaft with seed.

As the barrier between her and oxygen is your cum, Weiss swallows your entire load and falls back, gasping for her reward of full breaths. Specks of seed slide down her lips and onto her chin, another streak to go along with her smeared, messy makeup. Knowing that Weiss loved it was as good a thought as her barely fitting in that bikini she still had on. It miraculously hadn't shifted and exposed her at all.

Coughing and sputtering, Weiss fell back and looked up at you. Gazing at her reflection, she touched her chin and wiped away the cum on her face. Placing her fingers in her mouth, she lapped up the last of it, looked up at you, and opened to show you she had swallowed like a good girl. "Ahhhhh," she sang, making peace signs like you'd see in a hentai. "I did it, Daddy! I took it all!"

You can't help but feel romantic towards Weiss. Though she was a barely clothed slut, the fact that she had made herself do something she once hated and turned it into your reward pleased you. She loved you enough to show you this side of her, reminding you that this was romance, not just a lustful wish fulfillment.

You pat Weiss on the head and say, "You did a good job. Daddy's proud of you." The pure romantic image is ruined when you look at your reflection, seeing your drained cock and Weiss' slutty outfit and smeared makeup. You don't mind the loss. She doesn't mind her ruined mascara. You enjoy how it was brought about, and you like that she doesn't care.

"Yeah!" Weiss cheers, climbing up to her feet. She throws her arms around your shoulder, fawning over you. "Now what do you wanna do?"

You smile. Knowing Weiss would shiver at the thought, you say, "Hasten me. We're moving to the bed." You lean in and say, "I want to see you grip these bedsheets and do your best not to scream." With a simple pinch and pull, you undo Weiss' top as she moans into your shoulder. Her breasts slide out of her bikini top, which you pull over her head.

Throwing Weiss onto the bed, you tear Weiss' thong off, undoing the knots and tossing it to the ground. She's left in nothing but thigh highs and a collar, coupled with her twin tails. As you enjoy the extent of her depravity she summons a glyph that reduces your recharge period; in seconds, you're back at full mask ready to stuff Weiss and reward her for her job well done.

You take your position across the bed while Weiss playfully rolls around for you. Making sure she's facing her own reflection, you grab her waist and spread her legs. Weiss meets your eyes through the mirror and flashes a smile filled with love. Once again, she finds words to surprise you.

"Wreck me."

You waste no time in entering Weiss and doing as you're told. You bend her over and take her, doing all you can to be as rough as possible. You pull her hair, push her into the bed, make her take all of you. In seconds, Weiss' fingers clench the sheets with the strength of a vice as she bites down onto a pillow, tears of joy staining her face and making her makeup run further. All the while, she looks at herself get wrecked doggy style, her image as a perfect little heiress bent over and penetrated while her muffled screams ask for more.

Weiss proves resilient. Unlike last time, where she could barely take a few minutes of rough sex, she lasts ten times longer while you go ten times harder. As you pull her hair back, you complete your last few thrusts, flowing your seed into her as she makes every effort to not release her muffler. Her pillow absorbs her scream as you release her and let her collapse into a puddle of lustful afterglow.

Weiss stops biting into her pillow and releases it. Turning over and letting you admire her naked body and her cream pie, she says, "I love you, Daddy~" through heavy breaths.

"I love you, too."

"You wanna go again? I'll let you use my mouth again!"

You fall onto the bed and begin brushing Weiss' hair. "Nah. I want to just sit and talk for a bit."

Weiss runs a glyph over the two of you, washing away most of your mess. "Ok!" She snuggles up to you, still naked sans her thigh highs and choker. You accept her into your arms.

You have a nice quiet chat with Weiss about whatever. You need to make time to do with this everyone else; your hike with Blake and workout with Yang didn't have any long talks, and you wouldn't want them or Ruby to get jealous.

Oh, well. There was still plenty of Saturday left.