A New Kitten Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Weiss pushed at either breast in arrhythmic intervals, sitting topless on her old bed. “Are- are you ready.” She complained.

“Sorry, the camera is giving me some trouble.” Blake groaned over it as she tried to make sure it was recording sound properly. “We have another couple days? If you want, I can just milk you now and we can do this later; hell, you know we don’t actually need to have you near dripping for this video, right?”

“Oh, shut up… you just like milking me.”

“What! No!” Blake’s cheeks turned a little rosy.

“You asked me to help you with your cereal this morning.”

“Hey, I didn’t feel like cooking, and you drank all the real milk.” Blake countered.

“I! I! I was hungry… and thirsty… and it just looked good, and…”

“Well, you needed it, that dust does a lot to your body and it’s a nutrient dense food to help you keep up. But, I just wanted my bowl of cereal in the morning, and my girlfriend said no!”

“I didn’t say no! I said you could go to the store for your cereal’s milk if you needed it that bad!”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t let me go cause you wanted this done before you like… burst or something.” Blake pouted. “I’m still hungry. That’s probably why I’m having so much trouble with the camera. I’m too drained to figure out how to get it to work.”

“Have it with water then.”

“Yuck! Cereal with water.” Balke stuck out her tongue.

“You know, most people would have that reaction to the idea of using their girlfriend’s breast milk.”

“Yeah, well, most people don’t have a perfect cow Kitten girlfriend like me.”

“Hey, you want your milk so damn bad, pop one of those pills yourself. I wouldn’t mind getting to suck on some titties for the day.”

Blake laughed with less empathy than Weiss expected. “Yeah, nope.”

“Nope what?”

“Not going to happen.”

“Maybe you should pop one of those cock pills then? I wouldn’t mind having anything to suck on really…”

“Not today Kitten.” Blake rebuffed a little quickly.

“I-” Weiss felt her frustration catch in her throat. “I thought you liked it; didn’t imagine you were all too upset with me sucking on your cock for the rest of the day.”

“I do, and I did. It’s quite the phenomenal sensation.”

“Then why not?” Weiss pouted, a little more upset than she was really ready to admit.

“Mhmm, not feeling it today.”

“I!” Weiss huffed. “You seem really liberal with the mods to me; but rather stringent on even the one day ones for yourself.”

Blake dropped her hands and nearly allowed the camera to fall to the ground as well. Her jaw dropped similarly as she turned to Weiss. "You've not seemed to be unhappy with your changes as of late; is there something I've been missing?"

"No." Weiss answered snootily. "It seems I've been missing something though." Maybe it was just the aching in her chest. That would make sense. It would explain why Weiss was being so harsh. Though… it really didn't feel great that Blake was more than eager to modify her, but not when it came to herself. She knew it was different, that she'd been asking- at least as of late… but… but it still felt less than fair, less than even… almost Schnee in nature. That idea turned Weiss's stomach and she quickly suppressed it. "Whatever… let's just get on with everything. I want this done with." She half snarled.

"I- fine then."  Blake rolled her eyes. “I think I just got the camera working anyways. So… yeah, go ahead, when you’re ready I guess.” Blake sighed.

“Ok, count me down.” Weiss looked around herself and began to prepare.

“I- I already hit record.”

“Huh, what?”

“Oh my god, just start, I can edit out the first five seconds or whatever.” Blake snapped back.

“Fine! I!” Weiss shook her head and tried to center herself. Her frustrations could be addressed later, but for now, she needed to focus.

“Good morning! I am Weiss Schnee, and I am here for a fun little lesson. Are you ready Atlas?” The heiress gave her swollen firm chest a little shake and pressed her breasts together about as innocently as a topless woman could. They beaded with milk and the sensation had Weiss about to lose track of where she was in the script, but then she remembered she’d only managed to finish the first line. It was going to be a challenge, doing this while she was all pent up- both milk and sex wise, she’d not had sex all morning, quite unusual for her and Blake as of late.

“Are you ready for another history lesson?” She continued. “Again, I’ll be playing the part of a faunus- oop… guess I’m not just playing anymore!” She winked at the camera. “I wonder what Daddy Schnee would do to me now? Would he send his own daughter into the mines? Or let his employees use me for ‘company morale’?” She knew it was a thing that the SDC actually allowed. Blake hadn’t been the first faunus sex slave, she certainly wasn’t the last. But the reality was sickening. “Anywhore; me, but,” Weiss giggled. “Where did we leave off last week?” She gave a preformative pause. “Oh, that’s right, we went over the history of the SDC’s abuse of power and how they utilized the Atlesian military and government to systematically suppress and functionally, then literally enslave the faunus people!” She lit up.

“This week! I think we should go into more detail, the history of the faunus, not just the SDC.” She turned to grab something. “Again, this week, we have another prop. She’s similar, but a little different.” Weiss pulled a large fake cock into frame. It was one of the ones the SDC had made as a taunt to the faunus people years ago; from when they most recently renewed the propaganda push that the faunus were all morally degraded fuck crazy beasts who would run wild in the streets with their heats and ruts if not subjugated. Weiss always knew the irony of it all was that the toys became… collector’s items of a sort. Particularly around some kinky human circles- though, never favored by faunus. Some humans loved the animalistic and knotted nature of the piece. If Weiss were honest, she’d seen them once or twice when on a one night stand. They’d always seemed rather nice, even before everything had been done to her, she found it quite alluring, albeit intimidating. The only reason she’d never really considered looking into them more was, well, the size of course, but also the weighted history of the toy itself… what it had meant. There was certainly something poetic to having a modded Schnee fuck herself on camera with one. She didn’t say a word about the toy, simply left it in plain view of the camera for a good minute. Everyone back on Atlas would know, they would understand its meaning, the significance, the irony.

“So, for millennia, the faunus have been discriminated against to some extent. Not always as bad as it has grown now, but even our oldest records show faunus racism.” Weiss introduced and placed the toy down in front of her. That was Blake’s cue to back up and change the depth of the camera to include more than just Weiss’s face and chest. The only thing Weiss wore was a black thong and her white paw thigh high socks. “This, now this was bad enough, but of course, this made finding jobs harder, securing safe housing, good schools, everything. It was like… well, it was like being left out in the cold, all lonesome… and horny… and no one to fuck your needy holes.” Weiss pouted.

“When the Schnee opened their mines, and the faunus were actually better capable to work in them for their eyesight, they were delighted to have reasonably paying jobs. It was good, both the Schnee and the faunus were able to profit, to grow.” Weiss moved to position herself over the toy. “It… it was like the two had consensually agreed to have some nice sex. The faunus had been starved for it, and the Schnee, they had more than enough work to give.” She pulled her thong to one side, parted her lower lips, and slowly descended on the cock. With a preformative moan, she threw her head back and delighted in the sensation.

“It was… it was actually good for a time! They could both work together and get something done together. The tragic reality was that, as is always the case, the wealthy got greedy. They pushed hours further and further, fired any faunus working under them if they refused to push themselves till they broke. Those who left? Couldn’t afford their houses anymore; in the hard times, many of them died for lack of any other jobs willing to take them. Those who stayed? Conditions in the mines only got worse. Faunus don’t get healthcare, not even today. What do you think happened to a faunus with a broken or shattered arm? Fired for not being able to work if they were lucky. Left to die of sepsis if they weren’t.” Weiss winced. The talk of death and sepsis was not a turn on. Even with her sluttified body, there was nothing that would have made this enjoyable- though, that was the point, all part of the plan. “It… it was like being pushed, pushed further and further. What was once consensual and pleasing for both, was now just one party being… well being rammed and stuffed with all the consequences of the other.” She forced herself down on the cock painfully.

“One might have hoped that would be all? That things could stop there? But no. It only progressively got worse, and when cost of living increased but income didn’t, even the faunus who had survived were failing to make end’s meet. What did they have left but to rebel?” Weiss lifted herself off of the phallus for a moment. “They tried peacefully at first. But unions are rarely approved of in Atlas now, but, during the wars? It was all too easy to convince the Atlesian military to quell the strikes and protests with force.” With a horrified face, Weiss forced herself down on the phallus, stuffing herself too far and to a point that honestly left her wanting to cry from the pain. It seemed that for all the sensitivity cream, it could do more than just make her sexually sensitive- it hurt it hurt more than anything ever had. In some way, she was happy to know she was actually capable of feeling something other than ecstasy down there; that she could actually not enjoy something or someone if she honestly didn’t want to.

“It’s been like that, for years and years, and years, it’s always been like that. The faunus kept being pressed, pushed further and further. Occasionally, they tried to stand up for themselves, but every time-” Weiss winced with pain as she pushed herself down to meet the beginning of the knot. “They just get crammed, abused, battered harder.” Her breath hitched on a pained cry and it overwhelmed her more than she expected. Her eyes watered and she began to cry. “Now? What money the faunus make is symbolic if anything. And that’s only the ones who have not become literal slaves for… for what? For being faunuses?”

Weiss tried to prepare herself for what she was supposed to do next. She tried, but she knew it would hurt, she knew it would push her further than even Blake’s knot had when she was in her abbreviated heat. “It was the slow pushing that brought the White Fang; all the bombed shipments, the hostages. If quietly abusing workers was enough to bring that upon the SDC, what do you think will happen if they don’t free their slaves; taking every last thing and person the faunus love.” Weiss dropped her hips, she fought and cried out in pain as she tried to take the knot. But… despite all the mods, despite the tattoo and all its aspects, despite everything, she was dry and forcing it in was- Her breath hitched on a pained sob and she broke down into tears. This was more or less the point, it was what they needed to do. Maybe it had originally been planned to be an act, but real pain and tears would work just as well. So, she sealed her eyes, and tried to bear it.

“Weiss! Weiss! What the hell are you doing! Stop! Get off of it if it’s hurting you!” Blake screamed.

Weiss’s eyes snapped open. “What- what are you doing!” Weiss yelled back. “Why did you stop filming.” She groaned and tried to press herself the rest of the way down.”

“Oh my god! You idiot! Get off of it!”

“Just- just… keep filming and we’ll cut it toge-” Weiss flinched in more pain than she could handle only to feel a new pain.

“Get- get off of it, you idiot!” Blake ripped the toy out of Weiss.

“Oouch! Fuck!” Weiss complained.

“What the fuck you!” Blake snapped. “The point was to pretend to be in pain, no to actually hurt yourself!”

“I- I had to sell it, to keep convincing Jacques this is real; that the people of Atlas know-”

“I don’t fucking care! You were hurting yourself!”

“Well, now we need to do it again!”

“No way in hell! I’m not watching you hurt yourself again! I-”

“Whatever, just get off of me. I- I want some space.” Weiss pushed Blake off of her.

“I-” Blake’s expression fell. “F- fine then.” She pulled herself back up to her feet. “I- I’ll be editing it back together when you’re done being mad about me not wanting to see you in pain.”

“Sure.” Weiss rolled her eyes and covered herself up.

End of Chapter 50