A New Kitten Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Not till an hour or two later did Weiss wake to a beautiful faunus’s raven hair cascading over her cheeks and gently tickling her nose. “Hey there little Kitten.” Blake greeted, leaning over the bed and caressing Weiss’s cheek.

“Hey Owner.” Weiss purred.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Perfect little cat nap.”

“That’s my good girl.’ Blake smirked and a hand cupped Weiss’s breast which she only suddenly realized had grown exposed from under her crop top. “You even look like you had a little fun while I was working.”

“Just… just a little.” Weiss flushed.

“Good slutty Kitten.” Blake nuzzled into Weiss’s neck just to kiss her gently.

Weiss fidgeted and felt her heart race at the kisses and comments. “I- wanted… wanted you to… to…”

“What Kitten? You needed me to do what?”

“Didn’t! Didn’t say need!” Weiss protested, pretending that she still had any of that stupid pride.

“Then what did you say?” Blake began nipping at Weiss’s neck ever so lightly. It drove Weiss insane! Why wouldn’t Blake just bite her! That’s what she really wanted; needed! It would be so good to have Blake’s bite marks littered up and down her neck- up and down her whole body, only broken up by those sweet writings.

“I- wanted to…”

“Wanted me to what sweetie?”

“To… do- do the things you did to me when…”

“When what?”

“When I first got here- when I was still… disobedient.” That word had no right to make blow flow south the way it did.

“Are you… craving to be punished?” Blake laughed.

“I! Shut up!” Weiss turned her head away with an angry huff.

“Aww, are you acting like a bratty Kitten just with the hope that I’ll play with you more?”

“N- no!” Weiss huffed again.

“Aww, poor ignored girl. You must be downright aching for Owner’s attention if you are acting up this bad again?” Blake looked to Weiss with concerned eyes for just a moment, the smallest check that things were alright, that she could actually handle this; that it was what she wanted.

“M… maybe.” Weiss pouted.

“Such a needy and beautiful thing you are.”

“Need… Owner.” Weiss pouted and pressed her chest out, trying- and succeeding to ascertain all of Blake’s attention.

“Aww, there you go, isn’t that better? Isn’t it better to be honest about what a craven slut you are?”

“Y- yes.” Weiss couldn’t believe what was about to come out of her mouth. It was an insane thought. She’d want to double back on it just as soon as she said it, she was certain. It was idiotic. But she wanted it so bad, she wanted to feel it again, that breaking desperation; the feeling of being lovingly punished. To feel the pain, the embarrassment, the shame, all of it and then to be so gently eased down after. “P- punishment?”

Blake stopped completely for a moment to look to Weiss. “You- you’re sure?”

Weiss bit her lip. She bit her lip and began to burn with more than just embarrassment; she burned with desire. It was more challenging than she anticipated; being honest. “Yes.” She nodded her affirmation.

“I love you Kitten, I love you and I don’t want you to think you have to do this.”

Weiss shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Ok then Kitten.” Blake moved in to kiss Weiss.

The Kitten expected it to be a more chaste kiss, but Blake seemed just as hungry for it as she was. Blake’s tongue greedily invaded and took, pressing against Weiss just to steal her breath that little more effectively. She could lose herself in it so easily. The breathlessness of being taken, being Blake’s good Kitten. She still shuttered, only wishing the kiss could continue as Owner pulled away. “Hnnn~” Weiss idly exhaled.

“That’s my sexy Kitten.” Blake pecked Weiss on the cheek. “Now, baby…” Blake reached out and held Weiss’s cheek. “You want to be punished? To have one of the punishments like when you were first here and not compliant?”

Weiss pressed into the hand on her cheek and thought her brain might give up on her as Blake caressed a thumb over her cheek. It was just so nice and just soothed her in the softest warmest way. But Owner had asked a question, and Owner deserved an answer. “Y- yes.” Weiss burned with shame. She had fought it all so hard for what felt like so long, but here she was, already asking to have it back; to be punished and modded.

“Do you want me to come up with something? Or did you have something in mind Kitten?” Blake traced a finger down Weiss’s throat, over her shirt and between her enlarged and pierced breasts, and all the way to the waistband of her skirt. There, Blake’s fingers danced lightly over Weiss’s belly, just taunting and teasing her, working her up slowly.

Weiss had something in mind, of course she did. She had a dozen things in mind, and one in particular, but she could never ask for it! Never so directly! She could never shame herself so much, to overtly ask for that. So, too ashamed, and honestly, a little eager to hear what Blake might have been thinking about, Weiss answered. “You- you… had more ideas?”

“Oh, I had so many more ideas for you Kitten… and not all of them were very kind.” Blake grinned darkly.

“What… what were your… your next couple ideas?”

“Well, after your enhancements,” Blake groped greedily at Weiss’s chest. “I was considering piercing your pretty pussy lips some more.”

Weiss shook her head lightly. It was a nice enough idea in theory, but the one pussy piercing was enough, and the idea of having it done while she was still on her period left stomach turning.

“Alright.” Blake nodded. “Well, I was also thinking your body might do well to have some ink? Maybe even… a womb tattoo; all the better if I infuse some dust into it.” Weiss couldn’t control her reaction to that. Her eyes widened as desperation shown on her face overly evident. “You know,” Blake leaned in to whisper, capitalizing on the heiress’s growing arousal. “You aren’t the only one I would have modded if things went long enough.”

“H- huh?”

“Ever since you mentioned the idea of being a cockslut, I’ve been considering a mod for myself. I know a dust that could help me have something like that; It’s actually an old faunus tradition, for same sex coupples who wanted to-” Blake stopped as Weiss began to hyperventilate with burning arousal.

“B- B- B- Blake~” Weiss stammered out breathilly.

“Aww, that thought get you going? Because, you know… your estrus cycle should start sooner than later.”

"Estrus cycle? Estrus cycle? “Heat?” Weiss’s eyes shot open with realization. “I- I-” She stammered.

“It’s a month long cycle, and honestly, I’m not quite sure when it will come or how your body will transition out of menstrual and into estrus, but, you seem to be coming along well enough.”

Coming? Cumming! The toy! The one that came in her, filled her up, the warming liquid! It must have been… some… heat inducer? Something to change her body over from having a menstrual cycle to having an estrus one; was that why… “Is that why I become a faunus?”

“Not all faunus have estrus cycles Kitten.”

“I! I know! And…” Weiss’s expression sunk. “I swear… I did know. Not all faunus do, but some.” She tried to explain with a shameful look.

“I know you knew Kitten.” Blake softened and leaned in to kiss Weiss softly. “I know that just because your family said something, that doesn't mean you agree.”

“I’m sorry.” Weiss looked away shameful. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know, and, I’m still not entirely certain. I didn’t realize that it was a possibility, the dusts have never been combined, I’ve never seen them… and I understand if you are mad about me making you a-”

“We both know I deserved far worse.” Weiss answered with a chill.

“Weiss…”

“I’m just glad I can start making up for it.” Weiss smiled wide and pained.

“Ok Kitten.” Blake picked Weiss up off the bed by just a little so she could hold the other woman close.

Weiss cooed and purred into her Owner’s arms, trying to forget her whole past. This was just what she needed; for Blake to love her. They sat there for a good while, Blake just holding her and occasionally purring back into Weiss; something she’d never seem Owner let herself do. It was nice, but curiosity did win Weiss over eventually. “So? I’m going to have a heat soon?”

“You should? I think? In the next month or so?” Blake paused. “Maybe even within the next week, I’m honestly not sure. What research I’ve seen on it said it was up to the individual person.” The rebel leader squeezed gently at her Kitten. “I’m sorry, I think it might have been why your period was so rough. That… was not something I ever intended, but-”

“Wait! Does that mean no more-”

“Less no more, and more just changed. But yes, no more periods.”

“I love you.” Weiss reeled.

“Eh, wait till you are keening in the pain of heat and desperate to have anything filling up those needy holes of yours.” Blake warned gently.

“I love you.” Weiss repeated.

“And I you Kitten.” Blake dipped her head down to kiss over Weiss’s collarbone. “But, knowing this, do you still wish to have another mod?”

Weiss’s eyes pleaded for her as her fingers limply traced over her mons where the bulk of the drawing that was no doubt to serve as a stencil for the tattoo rested.

“Do you still want dust in it?” Blake purred softly and kissed down the Kitten’s body until she arrived at the portion of the design that stuck up over Weiss’s skirt. She pulled the skirt down slowly and kissed all over it, leaving Weiss to squirm, whimper, and whine in her growing frustration. “I could do some very fun things to it, make your belly glow just a little when you’re aroused; I bet my Kitten would get off on it being just so obvious when she’s horny and desperate. I could leave you craving to be bred, just always needing to have little ones filled in your slutty belly; I did see how you reacted to the idea of being a faunus breeding slut. Or maybe you’d like something that could let someone pour their aura into you to send you right into a heat? Maybe something small; a little dust to keep you drenched and dripping with slick at all times? You like your skirts, how would you feel about constantly dripping your arousal down to your knees?” Blake grew evil eyes. “You know, if you were really disobedient, I was thinking of having sealing some of a special dust I found into you with a tattoo. How would you feel about your Owner being able to control if your body is capable of climaxing? Just a little aura in the right place with that dust, and it will stop your body from being able to climax till I undo it.”

Weiss knew just how desperate her expression must have been when Blake finally finished kissing around the design and looked back up to her. She was desperate, wanted nothing more than to just dear god be filled from every hole.

“What do you think Kitten?” Blake laid her head down on Weiss’s mons, snuggling into it gently. “Which do you like? I can mix a couple if you like them in particular?”

“Yes!” Weiss paned out with a desperate whine.

“Yes to which one Kitten?” Blake looked so pleased and happy as she rested her cheek on Weiss, she was so beautiful like that.

“All! All of them, please.” Weiss fidgeted and began to wish Blake would play with her and move on to fun punishments later.

“Aww, you look so horny. That idea get you all worked up? Does the needy little kitten like those ideas?”

“Yes!” Weiss looked away and shamefully pressed Blake’s head down with timid hands.

“Aww, poor thing.” Blake kissed along Weiss’s mons. “Are you such a craven little slut that you need me to…” Her eyes flicked up to Weiss, silently asking what she needed.

“Can… can you just… just suck on my clit a little? I just- and it’s the fastest way- and-” Weiss whimpered. She did usually shy away from being touched down there while on her cycle, but, it had been ebbing and she just needed a little to!

“Of course beautiful.” Blake eagerly flipped Weiss’s skirt, pulled her panties down, and went to work.

Blake was good, she was always good, but she felt particularly good as Weiss bit the inside of her lip and strived to mediate her cries. The faunus licked, swirled, and gently sucked, slowly spinning Weiss out with every moment. The Kitten squirmed and kicked, thighs clamping around Blake’s head and hands tying themselves up in Blake’s hair. Before long, Weiss found herself panting and bucking her hips up hard. She was so close and any little flick of Blake’s tongue could get her to~ Weiss screamed as she convulsed with strangled little whines. After a moment, her whole body went slack and she could feel Blake moving to her side on the bed.

The renegade kissed gently at the heiress’s cheek and whispered nice soft things into her ear. Weiss could barely make any of it out, but she could tell that the tone was nice, soft, and loving. She thought she might drift back off to sleep as Blake nuzzled into her neck and pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, but before she could Blake moved from her side. “Huh? What?” Weiss grunted limply and spun her head around to keep up with Owner.

“You still want to have your faux punishment, no?”

The thought sent shocks of anticipation back down Weiss’s core. She had no control as she bit her lip and nodded- not that she wanted any control.

“Ok, then how about I get you all set up in the living room. We don’t need to be doing it all in that dusty old basement.”

“But- but you have… all those big windows and… and someone could see.” Weiss whimpered.

“Oh, you almost look like that upsets you instead of arouses you Kitten.” Blake winked at Weiss.

“Fuck.” Weiss murmured. It wasn’t fair that Blake could call her out so easily, that the faunus could pinpoint her dirty kinks with painful accuracy.

“Plus, I’m on the far end of the island love, no one comes out here.” Blake leaned down to kiss Weiss.

Weiss whimpered and flushed.

“Would you rather me take you back downstairs?”

Weiss shook her head begrudgingly.

“Such a slutty Kitten.” Blake praised and slipped her hands under Weiss to pick her up and carry her out to the living room. She took a small pause and left Weiss on the couch for a moment as she pulled out the fancy gyno chair, but once it was out and cleaned down, Blake swiftly pulled Weiss up and settled her in. Soft hands gently pulled Weiss’s hair back and gathered it to lay over her shoulder as Weiss found a comfortable position.

Only as she settled in and Blake rubbed gently at her temples did the Kitten realize, “this is going to hurt, won’t it?”

“It could, but if it gets too bad, I have that dust you like on occasion.” Blake offered.

“Maybe… maybe just have it on standby? And give me a small shaving of it now?” Weiss considered to have the shaving she’d requested swiftly offered to her lips. “Love you.” Weiss took to it quickly and found it only aided in her relaxing.

“Love you too Kitten. And, I agree with your plan, but if you need it, it is ok for you to take some more.” Blake offered, her voice growing slightly distant as she went to gather more supplies and set up a table to sterilize it all and settle in. “If you take the normal dose, you’ll probably end up cumming too much and I can’t get a good design done if you’re squirming and bucking all over the place with overstimulation.”

“C- cumming?” Weiss whimpered and one of her hands seemed to gently drape protectively over her still sensitive slit.

“Well, yeah, if you are all doped up on that stuff and I’m not just hurting you, but I have a big buzzing toy right above that needy little pussy of yours, you’ll probably end up cumming almost constantly.” Blake answered carrying but a little dismissively.

“Oh fuck.” Weiss pressed her legs together in anticipation.

Blake just giggled as she approached the Kitten. “Poor thing, I can’t tell if you’re scared or horny.”

“Both? Am I allowed to be both?”

“I prefer it that way.” Blake smirked and Weiss feared she would fall in love with that expression just as much as she had with the woman who wore it.

“Is… is it going to hurt?” Weiss reached out a hand that Blake took quickly. Owner’s warm hand was so wonderfully supportive. Weiss wasn’t completely sure, but with Blake holding her hand? She felt she just might be able to handle anything.

Blake nodded, but squeezed Weiss’s hand. “It will, but… I think it feels good too.” She offered and pulled down her pants just a little. Just under her tight pants rested a small flame; the same one that was encompassed by the heart drawn on Weiss’s abdomen; Blake’s symbol; her crest. It clearly covered a scar, what seemed to be a small X- and it didn’t look like an accident or anything Blake had done intentionally. “This one hurt; hurt a lot worse over the scar, but I thought I was going to cum the whole time the outline was being done.” Blake warned.

“It’s… pretty…” Weiss reached out, but the faunus pulled her pants back over the exposed hip. The heiress’s eyes shot up to her Owner’s “Is- is everything ok?”

“Course Kitten.” Blake leaned down to press a small kiss to Weiss’s forehead. “And you?”

“Yeah, just- yeah.” Weiss settled. “Love you.”

“You too Kitten.” Blake dawned fresh gloves and began a second check at sanitizing her workspace.

“Blake?”

“Yes sweetie?” Blake responded dutifully though distractedly as she worked.

“The black flame? It’s… your symbol, no?” Weiss questioned timidly.

“Yes, yes it is.” Blake agreed- she almost sounded frustrated, but Weiss couldn’t quite tell.

“I- so- and I get why you’d want to put it on me- I like it too… like… I’m marked that I’m owned; owned by you.” Weiss shivered at the thought. Sure, she did have a thing for that, but to want to be owned by the woman who kidnapped her? It was an odd thought, though, not one she disliked. “But… why have it tattooed on yourself?”

Blake huffed.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Weiss checked in again.

“I’m fine.”

“And what’s the scar it covers?” Weiss poked and prodded at what was clearly somewhat of a sore spot, but if this was going to be on her for her whole life, she felt she needed to know; also, she wanted to know what was hurting her Owner and see if she could help at all.

“A scar.” Blake gruffed her answer.

“Blake.”

“Weiss.”

“Blake?”

“Weiss?”

“Blake!”

“What Weiss!” Blake snapped back angrily.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing Weiss!”

“Fine then.” Weiss snootily pulled her legs back from the stirrups and slipped out of the fancy chair.

“Weiss! Where are you going?” Blake dropped her tools back down onto her work surface frustratedly.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, that is fine. I can’t force you, but I don’t have to let you make permanent modifications to my body when you are all mad like that!” Weiss answered without looking back to Blake at all.

“I! I thought you wanted this?!” Blake called back and Weiss could tell she was disappointed.

“I do.” Weiss finally turned around. “But if you are wanting to put that symbol permanently on my body, I have a right to understand it and your relation to it.”

“I told you, it’s just my symbol.”

“Then why put it on yourself?” Weiss countered like she had found the secret Blake had been trying to hide.

“I- because-” Blake growled in frustration.

“Exactly.” Weiss gave a soft harrumph and went to turn- only to be stopped by Blake answering.

“Because no one ownes me. I am my own; no one else’s.” Blake stood, near shaking.

Weiss paused, doing some math in her head. “What was the scar?” She asked as timid and small as she could manage; doing her best to portray that this was a question Blake actually could say no to now.

“Adam.” Blake answered cold and insecure. “He stabbed me once before I left, and again when he found me a year and a half later. But I’m not his, I never was. I am my own.”

“Blake, why didn’t you just say-”

“Because I’m ashamed of it.”

“Wha- what do you have to be ashamed of?”

“What about it shouldn’t I be ashamed of? I was weak, that’s why he got me the first time, and it’s how he took my friend’s arm the second time.”

“Blake.” Weiss sighed gratefully.

“So, there. Now you know. That… that’s why.” Blake covered herself with her arms and looked away shameful.

“Blake.” Weiss sighed and her feet quickly returned her to the Owner’s side. “You have nothing to feel ashamed of.” She offered as she hugged the other woman as tight as she could.

“I just… I’m not proud of how I failed; the mistakes I made.”

“It’s infinitely harder to leave an abuser than it is to stumble upon one.” Weiss offered with absolutely zero personal experience to help fuel her words, absolutely none.

“I-”

“Be kinder to yourself, please? For me?” Weiss whimpered into Blake. “Please Owner?”

“You have no damn right to be that cute.” Blake groaned.

Weiss giggled and snuggled into her Owner.

“I love you; even if you are an asshole who makes me confront my shit.”

Weiss laughed harder and pressed herself harder against Blake. “Love you too.”

“Damn… I’m going to have to resterilize now- I mean… if you still want me to?”

Weiss pulled away, but only to look to Blake. “And having it on me won’t worry you or make you think of him when you look at me?”

“No, of course not!”

“Then, yes. I would like you to do it still.” Weiss nodded.

“Ok, get on up then.” Blake winked and slapped the Kitten on the ass, directing her back to the chair.

End of Chapter 41