A New Kitten Chapter 42

Chapter 42

In time, Blake had everything prepared again and she instructed Weiss to remove her clothes. Weiss kept on her shirt- not that it was much of covering being as it was just a crop top, but it made her feel a little less exposed.

“You ready?” Blake checked, her hair pulled back in a tight and pretty ponytail.

“It’s going to hurt.” Weiss complained with only a hint of excitement.

“If it gets really bad, we can give you more dust and that will help. And… if you squirm too much, we can always take a break and continue another day.”

Weiss shook her head. “I- I can do it. I’ll be alright.”

“There’s no need to play strong for me hun. This might hurt, and it is ok to tap out for the day or ask for the dust to help.” Blake leaned in to pepper soft kisses at Weiss’s mons.

Weiss bit her lip. “Mmmph! That feels nice~”

“I’m glad, just imagine how it’ll feel when I’m done with you.” Blake teased her teeth at Weiss’s flesh but pulled back before she could actually even nibble.

Of course, Blake had to shave the area- and that was thoroughly awkward, but Weiss just pretended it was one of her usual waxes from back home. That seemed to get her through well enough. When it was done, Blake took a warm towel to clean the area, and that was… stunningly relaxing, but what came next was not. Blake had a handled variant, one that seemed to run on a nice dust battery- smart, it wouldn’t run out any time soon like that. The noise was harsh, cold and loud, but Weiss had been through worse. There were many things worse from her off year.

When the needle met her skin, it burned, nothing horrible, but it did burn in its own way. A small rubber band snapping against her flesh but hot. She couldn’t quite tell if ti was the best or the worst part, but it also felt somewhat nice. The pain was rhythmic, predictable, and with that, she could not only prepare herself for it, but give herself over.

“Breathe Kitten.” Blake whispered and pressed a small kiss to Weiss’s thigh.

Weiss took a sharp inhale. “Fuck- yeah… forgot… bout that.” Weiss tried to catch back up to her body’s need for oxygen.

“It’s ok. You’ll be ok.” Blake chuckled as she worked. “You’re all flushed.” She mused and continued working around the outline.

“I- it’s…” Weiss pulled her arms up to push her hair back. “It’s just a lot… and... and the thing feels…”

“If only I could eat you out while I do this.” Blake fantasized. “You’re already a little slick.”

“I! That’s just! It’s just from! I mean! You just… it’s left over from before!”

“Nope, nope, this is new.” Blake mused.

“Just… just keep going!”

“Course Kitten. Of course.” Blake answered and wiped away the extra ink and blood so she could see her work better.

It didn’t take long for Weiss to grow tense with pain and something more. Fingers ran through her hair as she tried to keep herself steady and focused on something other than the buzzing and burning at her core. Breaths seemed to help, as things progressed further along, Weiss took deeper and deeper, more intentional breaths. It made everything feel better. Blake’s kisses at the inside of her thigh didn’t hurt either.

“How you doing Kitten?” Blake checked patiently, the outline to the flame finished.

“G! Good!” Weiss panted out.

“I can tell Kitten. You made a mess all over my thigh.” Blake chuckled and moved her leg to the side so Weiss could see it. A clear stain of where her slick had dribbled down had begun. It wasn’t as big or as bad as Blake made it sound, but it was blissfully embarrassing.

“Sh- shut up!” Weiss whimpered. Those noises only tripled when Blake wet a paper towel and wiped down the tattoo. “Ohh fuck, that felt nice~ so nice.” Weiss repeated.

“It’s going to be ok. You’re doing so well Kitten.” Blake bit gently at Weiss’s thigh. “You just keep breathing like that.” She chuckled low. “You almost sound like you’re moaning.”

“I’m! I’m not!” Weiss protested weakly.

“Almost.” Blake turned the tattoo gun back on, and Weiss jumped. To the Kitten’s relief, she still had another moment’s reprieve as Blake was just cleaning out the black ink and preparing a new color.

“What- whatever.” Weiss pouted embarrassed.

“Are you ok to continue?”

Weiss locked up at that. “I- I! I’d… be mad if you stopped.”

“Alright sweetie. We did the outline for the flame, and I am going to move to the heart that surrounds it now, is that alright?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m using one of the dust inks now.”

“Will it hurt more?” Weiss feared.

Blake smirked. “Not quite.”

Weiss whimpered. She was fucked.

“I’m going to give pour in some of my aura with this one, so it should heal a little faster.

“Which… which one is this anyways? Which- which effect?”

Blake took a breath and put down the gun. “May I touch around it?”

“If you’re gentle.”

“Of course sweetie.” Blake nodded. She placed her finger on the outline’s heart. “Here?” She traced along it. “Is what will make you crave to be stuffed full. It won’t be the same as your heats; it should be notably weaker, but a multiplicative effect when your heat does come. Just a good dull ache when you’re not either already swelling round or being stuffed.” Blake kissed at Weiss’s thigh again. “It will be alright though, even without a real cock or… being bred. I have some toys, and the faunus manufacture false semen to fill them with; just like the toy you were using to fill you up with the dust that eventually nudged you along into the shifting of cycles. It was originally manufactured for faunus who were single and suffered through heats, but it has helped many same sex coupples. And it will work to ease this ache too.

Weiss fidgeted and her hips began to buck up at Blake’s nail tracing along the sensitive flesh, even through the latex glove.

“Along with that, it will also keep you slick. You’ll always be ready; your body won’t be able to lie about what a craven little slut my beautiful Kitten is. If it ever gets too bad, we can always set you back up with pads, the will soak up all your abundant need. But, I suspect you’ll just get off on knowing you are always drenched and ready to fucked and filled. Maybe I’ll even get my pretty Kitten some nice plugs to keep her from ruining all her nice clothes and my poor couch.”

“B- Blake.” Weiss panted.

“It’s alright. You’ll be my good Kitten, right? You can handle it?”

“Yeah~ yes! Yes! Yes, more, yes.” Weiss begged weakly.

“Such a naughty Kitten.” Blake mused. “My next step, will be filling in between the heart and the flame. It will look like nothing as I tattoo- well… by then, it might actually be blindingly bright considering how wet you are.” She huffed. “But, when we get there, the ink will seem nonexistent when you aren’t horny; maybe when you just came you won’t see anything. But outside of that, when you get horny, the heart will fill up a light pink before beginning to glow brighter and brighter the more desperate you get. You shouldn’t get too bright, but it all depends on how desperate you are.”

“F- fuck… just… just start… start tattooing again.”

“Poor needy thing.”

“Please!”

“Of course Kitten.” Blake dipped her gun in the ink and turned it on before setting back to work.

Weiss cried out and began to pull and yank at the chair under her as the needle began jabbing into her again. Each stab felt like it was shooting directly into her; to her womb and creating a connection; a frame work from which Blake could easily destroy her. “Haanh~” Weiss gasped and fought to stay steady. Despite her best efforts, her legs fought to clamp around Blake, but the faunus just pinned her down as best she could. “Fuck! It’s! It’s different!” Weiss panted.

“Good?”

“Too good!” Weiss could certainly feel the pain, but it was a whisper in the wind against whatever the dust laced in the ink was doing to her. Arousal climbed artificially. Weiss felt like something in her subconscious was being subjected to all her favorite kinks, all the things that ruined her so well. Panting and whining, Weiss tried to keep herself together, but Blake’s swift movements, filling in the outline of the heart broke her. Breaths did nothing as she fought to just not moan. It was a fruitless fight. She had no hope of succeeding, and the sensation of her wetness dripping down her body and tickling her lower puckered hole broke her with ease. Before Blake could finish even just the left side of the of the heart’s outline, Weiss had cum and squirted onto her. It was so embarrassing, but there was nothing to be done for it; especially considering that Blake seemed to enjoy how it destroyed the Kitten.

“Are you ready for me to work on the other side?” Blake wiped the finished half heart outline down with a paper towel soaked in a cooling soapy solution.

“Ye-e-e-esss.” Weiss’s voice waivered.

“Are you sure? I can’t hold you down as well on that side, no more bucking around.”

“Haaaa~” Weiss’s hips trembled at the thought.

“Poor thing. I thought this might be less painful, but this is much more than I anticipated.”

“Go-o-o-o-od.”

Blake groaned. “I’m going to have to restrain you, won’t I?”

“Hehe, restrain me.” Weiss giggled stupidly.

“Brothers, you’ve actually cum your brains out.” Blake sighed. “Well… at least you’re adorable like this.” She stood and moved to kiss Weiss lightly. “You poor stupid thing.”

“Mhmm.” Weiss nodded appreciative. “You’re poor stupid thing.” She murmured.

“Yes, yes you are Kitten.” Blake smirked and began to pull restraints out from under the chair. “I’d never intended to use these on you just because you couldn’t keep steady; in my head, it was always as a punishment or because you were bad.”

“Love you.” Weiss managed through her trembling jaw.

“I know sweetie, and I love you too. I love you, but with how hard you’re making this, I’d go ahead and do the orgasm suppressing bit if I thought it would help at all. Sadly, I suspect you’d only go thrashing all the harder at your denial.”

“Wanna… wanna cum again.” Weiss demanded lightly, her baser instincts more or less in control of her whole existence after what Blake had been doing to her.

“I’m sure you do.”

“Yes.”

Blake kissed Weiss again before pulling the center strap tight over Weiss’s abdomen.

“Oh… shit.” Weiss giggled pervily at the sight. Being tied down for Blake sounded so fun.

“Yes yes Kitten. Oh shit in deed.” Blake droned with a faux exasperated tone and strapped down Weiss’s legs and arms.

“I- I can’t move.”

“That’s the point sweetie. If you can move, I would have to hold you down to make sure all the lines are all nice and pretty. You don’t want a sloppy tattoo. We want a mark that turns you into a sloppy little slut, not a sloppy mark on my little slut.”

Weiss giggled pervily.

“Yes yes Kitten.” Blake found her seat back between Weiss’s exposed thighs. “Fuck… you… you’ve… lost a lot of fluids.” She looked over herself. “Give me a moment, you need a glass of water… or several.”

“Hmm?” Weiss blinked slowly, some amount of logic returning to her at the reminder that she was incredibly dehydrated. By the time she began looking around, Blake was already off in the kitchen and filling up a glass of water with an overly long straw in it. When Blake turned back, Weiss could tell that the glass was oversized.

Blake was quick to get it set up with another small table. She brought the straw to Weiss’s lips and removed her gloves to caress at the Kitten’s hair and forehead. “Just drink slow baby.”

“Yes Owner.” Weiss murmured into the straw before sucking slow.

“There, there, isn’t that better?”

“Yeah.” Weiss hummed.

“You’re sure you can continue?”

Weiss nodded.

“Good girl.” Blake lowered her head to press their foreheads together. “I know it’s a lot, and I am proud of you.”

“I- it feels really good… especially this part.”

“I can tell love.” Blake laughed under her breath. “It won’t all feel good though babe. To get it all to work, when I do the orgasm control bit, you won’t be able to cum.”

“Fuuuck.” Weiss groaned at the idea.

“You are strong though little Kitten. I know you can do this.”

“Yes- yes Miss.”

“Good girl.” Blake settled and made sure the straw would not be too far out of Weiss’s reach before resterilizing her hands, putting on a new set of gloves, and preparing for the other side of the heart’s outline.

Weiss was quick to fall back into the same wonderous hole of pleasure. Her mind oh so naturally melted to the ink and the dust laced in it. Again, the ink seemed to latch onto her, forming a deeper connection with her body than should have been possible for anything only skin deep. It connected all the way through her and drove her to screaming and begging to just be fucked. Before Blake was done, Weiss could feel herself readily dripping. She only hoped it would lessen when she wasn’t so painfully aroused and tipping over. If not, she’d likely die of dehydration all too quickly.

The bindings, though bothersome, certainly did their job. Weiss could tell Blake had to do less to keep her steady. Though, it left Weiss fighting for more at every step. It all felt so good, but she lingered far too long on the edge and desperately needed that last bit. She wanted! Needed! Desperately even pleaded to cum. But every time, Blake just shook her head. “I have to keep my hands sterile Kitten. You don’t want to go getting an infection just because I let you cum.”

“But! But! But! Close!”

“You’ll cum again when I get closer to your pussy again.” Blake absently answered as she began filling in the outline’s upper end.

“Fuuuuck!” Weiss whined.

Blake only continued to ignore Weiss’s whines and whimpers the whole way through. She was right, Weiss did cum when she began filling in the bottom of the heart’s outline. With that, the first portion of the heart was finished.

Weiss couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked when Blake wiped it all clean. It was only the outline of a flame and a hollow heart surrounding it. It was a woefully arousing sight- or at least, Weiss figured it would be. It was hard to tell with how keyed up she already was.

“There, that step is done. Blake patted it gently.”

Weiss’s head fell back against the chair’s head rest.

“You able to keep going?” Blake Kissed at Weiss’s thigh gently, trying to draw her back into reality. “Next is finishing the inside of the heart; hopefully you don’t blind me with how pent up you are.”

Weiss wanted to ask how much the next set would hurt, would it drive her as mad as the last one? Or would it be just the raw pain of the needle? She wanted to ask so many questions, but the idea of managing words was beyond her. The truth was, either way, she would be able to handle it. The area was smaller than she would elsewise expect with how the flame filled most of it. She managed to nod.

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.” Weiss nodded again, but more or less failed to actually pick up her head.

“Ok sweetie. Love you.” Blake moved to prep the new ink and settled in for the last stretch.

It wasn’t anything like the rest of the heart. Filling in the center… it felt softer on Weiss’s abdomen. Not bereft of pain for sure, but less than the flame had been. Like the flame, Weiss was able to accept and process the pain, to lean into it and almost enjoy it’s regularity. Breaths did great work to help keep her centered and prevent her from spinning out in the face of pain.

Things progressed like that, staying steady for what felt like a while, but eventually, out of nowhere, Weiss noticed the whole time that her arousal had been building slowly. A quick look down confirmed that the tattoo was beginning to glow ever so slightly. As Blake proceded, it built. Built and built and built.  Weiss felt like an idiot when it finally dawned on her.

Filling in the heart was the exact same as its outline, the only difference was how it was slower to build. The dust laced in the ink worked to tie itself to her arousal, and it must have needed to arouse her to initiate it. It only became clearer and clearer as Blake approached the top. Weiss panted and moaned, her slick dripping all over again as she craved to have all her arousal sated. It was uncontrollable, mind breaking, but this time there was no pleasure to push her over the edge and set her off. She was simply left to be wound up to the very height of desperation with no relief whatsoever.

When Blake finally did finish, Weiss begged and pleaded, screamed for Owner to take a break and eat her up before continuing. Owner, kind as always, obliged and took the moment to satiate her Kitten. It was over almost too fast. After having cum so many times, her arousal artificially enhanced, and behind taunted for so long, Weiss was all too easy to break. Blake licked her chin and wiped her mouth clean while she pulled away. She had to swap her gloves out for new ones and resanitize, but when Weiss requested she not stop and just finish everything off, Blake was able to follow through on what Weiss wanted.

End of Chapter 42