RWBY bad ends
by Creativeparrott (ao3)
Chapter 1: Ruby
The first thing that Ruby noticed when she came to was the unfamiliar room that she found herself in, which from the looks of things was definitely not a part of the abandoned village that she was in before. The room gave the vibe of a classic fairy tale villain lair. From the bone pillars that supported the room to the blackened sky that loomed outside. From the short time she had been a huntress, Ruby knew that lingering here wouldn’t be good.
“Mmphh.” Ruby grumbled as she tried to get up and it was at that point that she realized things were terribly wrong. As the room fully came into focus she could see that it was barren apart from her, a large mirror to her left, and the room in front of her. When Ruby looked at it she could see that her captors had taken the liberty to endure she was bound.
She had been stripped naked and sealed inside a crimson rubber sack that hugged tightly to her skin, the rubber creaking with every movement. Her mouth was taped shut by a strip of microfoam tape that seemed to have a demonic symbol written on it. The sight of herself sent Rwby into a panic.
“MMPPHH!” Ruby yelled into her gag as try to escape from her rubber prison. She fell onto her back as she tried to stretch the rubber to the point of ripping but Ruby soon found that the rubber chugged to her skin so tightly that she could barely move let alone break free. Ruby tried for several minutes, squirming about on the floor but all of her attempts ended up with her limbs firmly pinned to her side back to where she started. All that it did accomplish was driving her mad with the constant squeaking and creaking. When it became apparent that Ruby would exhaust herself before even getting free like that Ruby then began trying to remove the tape in the hope that she could use her mouth to something that could pierce the rubber and hopefully not herself. At first, she tried to pry it off by her mouth as much as she could but found her lips stuck together. She then tries to rub her cheek against the floor, trying to catch one of the edges to make it easier to get off. But to her dismay, Ruby found that the tape seemed to glue to her lips and no amount of force would pry it from her.
But Ruby was never one to give up.
Despite knowing that escape was all but impossible Ruby spent the next several minutes squirming on the floor trying to escape, her gagged grunts echoing through the room. But in the end, it just left Ruby exhausted.
Defeated, Ruby dropped her head to the floor, breathing heavily through her nose. As she tried to get her strength back for another round, she thought about the last thing she remembered. She, Jaune, Ren, and Nora were making their way to Mistral when they came across an abandoned village. Before they could have a look at what happened they were attacked by a scorpion Faunus named Tyrian. What happened next was too quick for her to register, Tyrian's attack was too quick and soon Ruby found her arua broken and the last thing she saw was her friends fighting to protect their friends.
“What happened to them?” Ruby thought to herself, the panic rising in her chest. The fact that she was alone and bound like this must have meant that they lost. Are they dead? Do they think that she’s dead? The uncertainty was unbearable. Is this what her father and uncle felt when her mother went missing and is believed to be dead. To see her one day and the next not knowing what became of her.
As tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes at the thought, the door to the room opened and suddenly Ruby had bigger things to worry about.
Enter a tall woman who wore a black dress and whose skin was pale as snow. Where there was meant to be white in her eye was pitch black and her irises were blood red. As Ruby laid her eyes on her the first thing that she thought was that this woman looked like a Grimm in human form. “Was she the one that Tyrian said was her queen? ” Ruby thought to herself as the woman walked closer to her.
“Hello, Ruby,” the woman greeted her, which stocked Ruby, how did she know about her. Was it Cinder? Tyrian seemed to know her. But she couldn’t think about that as this woman now towers above her. “You must be wondering who I am. My name is Salem and this is my home.” She gestured to the room around them. “And you are my new guest.”
With that, she kneels down and places a finger on the tape. The symbol placed upon it vanished and without any hesitation, ripped the tape from Ruby’s mouth.
“Ah,” Ruby yelled, her mouth sore from the rough removal. But the soreness quickly left her as Ruby looked at Salem. “What do you want?” She asked, hoping to get some clue as to why she was taken.
“Your eyes,” Salem answered, which confused Ruby. As Salem stroked Ruby’s face with her hand, who flinched from the touch, Salem continued. “From your confused look, I’m guessing that Ozpin never told you the importance of your silver eyes. That has always been his problem, holding his cards so close to his chest that not even his closest allies know his hand. And while he is gone, for the time being, I’m taking it upon myself to remove an important piece of his off the board. You.” With that Salem raised her other hand and a dark cloud began to form from it.
All the while Ruby was getting more and more terrified of Salem. “ What did she mean by my silver eyes? Why does everyone keep making a big deal out of them but never tell me why! ?” Ruby's thoughts were interrupted as the cloud dissipated revealing a larger red ball gag.
Salem looked down at Ruby coldly, “Open up.” She ordered. Ruby, having just been free of the tape, took one look at the gag and decided that she would keep her mouth shut. Salem sighed at the act of defiance. “Hard way it is then.” With that Salem’s hand that was once stroking Ruby’s soon found itself by her nose and pinched it shut. Salem said nothing as she looked at Ruby, who started to squirm again beneath her, it was only a matter of time before Ruby would need to open her mouth to breathe, Salem had all the time in the world. Sure enough Ruby couldn’t hold her breath indefinitely, her mouth opening, gasping for air. That was all Salem needed, quickly she stuffed the gag into Ruby’s mouth and had it buckle up before Ruby knew what happened.
“MMPPHH!” Ruby grunted into her gag. She could already feel her jaw aching, the gag just barely fits, stretching her mouth to the limit.
But Salem wasn’t done yet, with a click of her fingers, Ruby's rubber prison began to glow red, and what little air that remained in it began to be sucked out. Ruby couldn’t do anything as she stared in horror as the rubber tightened around her body, firmly pinning her limbs to her sides. Soon, the glow faded as quickly as it came and Ruby could see that the rubber had spared no expense in showing off every detail of her naked body, basically has become a second skin.
“MMMMM!!” Ruby yelled through the gag. She began to squirm on the floor once more. Trying something, anything to get this rubber sack off of her. But all it did was provide entertainment for Salem. She watched as Ruby thrashed about on the cold floor, the rubber squeaking with the tininess of movement. To Salem Ruby looked like a fish flopping about on deck after being reeled in. It was always a delight to watch someone try and define her only to realize that it is pointless to do so. The last silver-eyed warrior Salem met reacted very similarly to Ruby before her now.
Yes. Very similar .
Salem’s personal show went on for a few minutes before Ruby finally gave up on the notion of escape. With tears in her eyes and drool flowing past her gag and down her chin, Ruby looked up at her captor, who was smirking at her. “Done with your temper tantrum?” Salem asked which she got no response. “If you are then it is time to get you settled in.”
With that statement, Salem summoned a black blindfold and tied it around Ruby’s eyes, leaving her trapped in darkness. With another burst of Salem’s magic Ruby began to levitate off the ground. Without another word, Salem turned around and left the room, with Ruby following behind her.
Thanks to being blindfolded Ruby had no idea where Salem was taking her, which did nothing to calm mounting fear. All Ruby could hear was the sound of Salem’s shoes clicking against the cold stone floor. Every second felt like forever, never knowing when she would arrive at the destination Salem had set for them nor what awaited her there. But after what felt like an eternity, Ruby could hear the sound of another set of doors opening and be led inside, where the blindfold was finally taken off and she could see what awaited in store for her.
In short, it was a bondage dungeon. Assortment of bondage gear was lit about in the room. From where Ruby was floating, she could an array of different straps, ropes, and gags. There were all kinds of things like a wooden horse and an x-frame. It looked like the perfect room to make somebody the perfect slave. Something that Ruby was fearing was about to happen to her. But the biggest thing that Ruby saw was that Salem and she were not the only people in the room. No, there were two more people there already tied up and being tormented.
The first one was a woman, sealed into a vacbed and mounted on the wall. Apart from the gender, Ruby couldn’t tell much more. Their arms were spread above their head and their legs spread apart, and at their crotch was a magic wand and from the sound of things placed on a high setting and set to periodically turn on and off if their frustrated moan were anything to go by. Then there was the other one and Ruby could tell even less from them. They were placed inside a white inflated sleeping sack with straps making it tighter, and connected them to a metal pole that was coming out of a stand. They were also made to wear a leather hood of the same colour that had a large lump where their mouth would be, indicating that they were gagged like her. But that was all that Ruby could tell from looking at them, apart from the faint wimping coming from them. Then there was the empty stand with another poll next to them and Ruby got a bad feeling about who it was for.
Salem looked at her terrified captive and smirked. “Take a long look, Ruby.” She told Ruby, saying her name slightly louder than needed as if to tell the other two..”This is where you’ll be for a while.” Slowly Salem stalked up to Ruby and with one hand grabbed the back of Ruby’s head. “But first, I want a taste of what is to come.” With that Salem pulled Ruby close.
Ruby’s eyes widened in stock as Salem began to kiss her. Her tongue danced around Ruby’s gag and drank in her drool. Ruby tried to pull away but Salem’s hand held her in place. Which left Salem’s other hand to what it pleases. Slowly it trails down Ruby's rubber cover body to her ass, where it begins to play with it, squeezing and spanking it to its heart content, with every slap making Ruby yelp. After Salem had her fill with Ruby’s butt, she moved her hand up to one of Ruby's breasts and began to play with that too, playing with it and pinching her nipple.
“MMMMPPHH!!!” Try as she might, Ruby couldn’t keep in anymore and let out a moan. The sound of Ruby gagged moaning was music to Salem’s ear. To her it was the sound of someone accepting their fate. Which meant that she could move on to the next part.
Finally, Salem pulled back from Ruby to catch her breath, a thin trail of saliva between her mouth and Ruby’s gag connected them. “Now then, let’s get you ready.”
Without another word, Salem raised her hands again and a red uninflated sleeping sack came up from the side and over to the pair. It positioned itself below Ruby and began making its way up her body. Ruby tried to move out of the way but due to hovering in the air, there was little she could do. Soon the sack covered Ruby’s body from the neck down and hung snuggling to her body but Ruby had a feeling that was about to change. And soon enough it did. With a click of Salem’s fingers, the sack began to inflate and before long was pressing tightly against her body removing what little movement that she had left. Salem then bought her over to the empty stand and used the straps to bind Ruby to the poll. Soon enough Ruby was left completely and utterly helpless. The only thing that Ruby could do now was move her head. She could no longer see the woman in the vacbed behind, so apart from Salem, who was looking for something at a desk with her back turned to Ruby, the only other person that Ruby could see was the person that was bound like her. Though Ruby couldn’t see their faces she could tell that the expression that they wore was one of utter despair. But that didn’t make sense. They hadn’t met before.
Had they?
Ruby’s thoughts were interrupted when Salem came back, holding a few items in her hands that made Ruby’s eyes to widened in terror. In her hands were a red leather hood and a pair of ear plugs. “Now then, since this will be the last time we will be speaking to one another, pay attention.” Salem order. “I’m going to put these on you and then leave like that for the next couple of days so that you can come to terms with your new life and then I will teach you where you belong. At my feet, licking them.”
With that Salem began to place the earplugs in Ruby’s ears. Ruby put up a token effort to resist but at this point was too tired to put up the energy too. Soon the sounds of the world were cut off, leaving a piercing silence. Ruby looked up pleadingly at Salem, begging her to stop but she didn’t and the last thing Ruby saw before being plunged into darkness again was Salem’s dark smile. With that Ruby was cut off from the rest of the world. She could no longer see, hear or speak. Even her smell was enveloped by all the rubber that she was forced to wear. Ruby tried to let out a whimper but she could barely hear it. That was when it hit her, that her old life as a huntress was over. She was powerless to stop Salem and had no idea if her friends were still alive and looking for her. The best thing she could hope for right now was that Salem would be kind to her and pray for a miracle, as unlikely as that seems.
Salem took a look at her new slave, please at how quickly her will broke. Just like another. She turns to another one bound in a sack. Their hood was designed to let them see, made just for this moment. Salem grabs their chin to make them look at her. “She's just like her mother, isn’t she, Summer ?”
That was the best part about all this, that Summer Rose had a front-row seat to watch Salem torment her daughter. To the rest of the world, they think that Summer is dead, even Ozpin when in truth she has been made to serve Salem as a slave for all these years. And now Salem intends to make Summer train Ruby to be an obedient slave for her.
Salem was about to leave but before she did she took a moment to look at Cinder mounted on the wall. After failing to bring back the relic and her obsession with Ruby boarding on madness, Salem decided to seal Cinder away in that vacbed for the time being. Every time she cums was another day sealed away and at the rate she was going, Ruby will be fully trained by then.
With that Salem left her three slaves in that room, her servant who failed her, the mother consumed by despair, and the daughter, set to begin her new life as Salem’s rubber slave.
Chapter 2: Weiss
One day.
All it took was one day for everything in Weiss’s life to change. Things at Beacon were going well and despite her team being disqualified from the tournament things were looking good. Then everything went to hell. The school was destroyed. Blake had left, Yang had lost an arm and Ruby was unconscious after going to find Pyrrha with no sign of waking up any time soon. And Pyrrha and Penny were… were…
And as for Weiss? She was on a ship, being brought home to Atlas by her father. The place and person that she tried so hard to get away from and now she was being sent back. Back under her father’s controlling thumb once more. As soon as they entered the aircraft there wouldn’t be much she could do. Her father could twist the media by saying that he was concerned about his daughter but Weiss knew that the man only can make sure that the heir of the Schnee Dust Company was secure, even if her brother was still around. With every step that took Weiss closer to the aircraft and further away from the people that she grew to love, Weiss prayed for something that could prevent her from going back to the Altas.
And somewhere a finger on a monkey paw curled in.
It happened so quickly that Weiss didn’t have time to react. Out of the shadow came several members of the white fang. Before she had time to draw Myrtenaster or create a glyph, one of the members threw an electrified net that wrapped around her. The electricity crouse through her body, causing her to yell out in pain as she fell to the floor. Weiss tried to do something to break free but she could already herself drifting into unconsciousness. As Weiss watched, the shadows of the members of the white fang began to loom over her, the last thing that Weiss before the darkness took her saw was her Father being hit in the head with a butt of a gun.
It has been two weeks since then and two weeks since Wiess wished that they killed her then. Better to be dead than be in this hell that she was in right now. When she had awoken Weiss found herself in the white fangs base, which alone could have been terrifying for someone of her standing but that wasn’t what terrified Weiss. What did, however, was the state she found herself in.
Gone was her white dress and instead Weiss was wearing a white latex catsuit. The latex clung to her skin like it was a part of it and from what Weiss could tell it was made from high-quality materials, meaning that even if Weiss was to use her hands, she would have a hard time trying to rip it off her. The reason why Weiss was unable to use her hands was that the White Fang had taken the liberty to seal her hands in rubber mittens, forcing her hands into fist and unable to do anything else with them, not even to create a single glyph. But they didn’t stop there in making sure that she was limited in what she could. Both her arms and legs were forced in white leather sheaths that were buckle-up belts and locked for good measure. The result was that Weiss was now forced to walk on her knees and elbows. Not that she could do much moving anyway, when she had woken up she found herself in a steel cage that barely gave her room to move. A cage that has become her bed every night for the past two weeks. It was there few things that gave Weiss an idea of what the White Fang intended to do with her.
She was to be their rubber pet.
“MMMPPHH” Weiss grunted through her ring gag as the rubber dildo was thrust into her mouth, the rubber tasting horrible.
“Come on, dear,” Said her captor and leader of the White Fang, Sienna Khan, told Weiss, taking pleasure in her pet misery. “I know you can do better than that.” Before grabbing Weiss’s head and forcing her to suck on the dildo faster.
In the past two weeks, Weiss has been nothing more than Sienna’s personal toy. Sienna had forced Weiss to be by her side nearly all of the time and the few times that Weiss wasn’t, she was locked back into her cold cage again. All to remind Weiss that she was powerless to stop Sienna. Even back when Sienna first introduced herself to Weiss one of the first that Sienna did was tell her that dead to the world. According to her, Weiss’s father tried to make a deal with the White Fang, he would give them Weiss in exchange for his own freedom. Unsurprising, that bit of information didn’t stock Weiss as much as it should have. That was just the type of man Jacques was, he would sell his own family if it meant it would save his own skin.
Of course, Sienna has no intention of letting her father go and now for all Weiss knows he could be held somewhere else or dead. Weiss didn’t know nor tell Sienna to tell her, but Weiss found it harder to care about it, he did try to give her to them to save his own hide. But Sienna did make sure to inform Weiss that she was missing and that Sienna is making arrangements to make sure that the world believes that Weiss is dead. All of this was to break Weiss’s spirit and Weiss could feel it breaking. How much longer could she withstand this torment? Day after day it is the same. Sienna used her a fuck toy before parading her around to be gawked at, before repeating the next day.
Which is where Weiss found herself now. On her knees, being forced to suck on a dildo that was starp to Sienna’s crotch. There was a vibrating butt plug, with a fluffy white tail attached to it, set to a low setting, placed in her ass to tease her. The control of this remains on Sienna’s person at all times. The sound of her sucking, the rubber squeaking, and the plug buzzing away was maddening to Weiss, not helped by the thick white blindfold she was forced to wear. Weiss kept sucking for a few minutes more before Sienna forced Weiss to take as much of the dildo as she could, dildo nearly hitting the back of her throat was nearly enough to make her gag. Finally, the dildo was removed from her mouth, allowing Weiss to take a moment to catch her breath, though the act made her look like a dog. But she knew that this was only the start.
“Seem that you were enjoying yourself,” Sienna said, smiling down at her bound slave, all the while looking at the saliva-covered strap-on. “But now it is my turn.”
With that Sienna gilded Weiss back to her knees and elbows, making sure that her ass was sticking up a little bit, and started to make her way to behind Weiss, the rubber rubbing against her own skin as she did. Though Weiss couldn’t see her, Sienna too was wearing a latex catsuit, through where Weiss’s was meant to cover her whole body. Sienna was designed to look like her normal outfit, just made of latex and hung tightly to her skin. Soon Sienna was behind Weiss, got on her knees and positioned herself and the strap-on to line up with Weiss’s pussy, and thrust in.
The response that Sienna wanted from Weiss was immediate.
“MMMPPPHH!!” Weiss moans through her gag, her tongue sticking out of the ring. Sienna started off slow but soon began to find her rhythm with thrust, and thanks to her practice these past two weeks, finding that rhythm was much to Sienna’s pleasure and Weiss' dismay.
“That's it, my pet!” Sienna called out, Weiss’s moans were music to her ears, but she didn’t stop there. No, she wants more. Taking one of her hands off of Weiss’s rubber ass, Sienna grabs the remote for Weiss’s vibrator from her person. “But I wonder how long you will last if I did!” With that Sienna turns the vibrator up to its highest setting.
“MMMMMM!!” Weiss yelled out as she felt the vibration intensity. She knew that thing was a losing battle, it was all getting too much for her, and the thrust and vibration were making short work of her mind. Slowly but surely Weiss began to lose herself to the pleasure. “Ah! It’s getting too much! I’m going…”
“MMPPHH!” Weiss moaned as she came, her back arching as she did so, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her climax lasted for a few more moments before Weiss collapsed to the floor on her side, the vibrator being turned off. Sienna watches the sight before as she undid the straps to the strap on and let it fall to the fall, before reaching down and removing Weiss’s blindfold to take in Weiss’s lust-filled eyes. The sight before Sienna was intoxicating. The way Weiss’s tongue dangled past her gag, as she took a greedly amount of air as she panted heavily, the way her juices flowed freely between her legs. The sight of the heir to one of the most powerful companies in the world being reduced to her pet turns her on. Sienna stood there drinking in the sight as one of her hands reached down to her crotch and the other went up to one of her breasts and began to play with herself. She stood there teasing herself as Weiss began to come back to her senses before stopping herself. After all, there will be more fun to be had tonight.
“As much as this would be fun to keep this going, I’ve got an organization to run. So let's get you ready.” Sienna said as she went to get something from the other side of the room, all the while Weiss looked on into the distance with defeat in her eyes. She hated what came next.
If Weiss was allowed to walk normally then the walk to Sienna’s throne room, while still humiliating, would be easier than what she was forced to do right now. The walk is one the most humiliating thing Sienna forces her to do, as Weiss is forced to waddle on all four all the while the eyes of the White Fang watching her, eyes leering at her behind those masks of theirs. That she is any better, forced to wear a mask of her own. That was another thing that Sienna has done to control Weiss, as when they are not in Sienna’s personal quarters, Weiss is forced to wear a latex mask to hide her face. Like the rest of her bitchsuit, the mask was white with two ears built-in and two green one-way lenses, so that Weiss could see but no one could see her. The mask also had two holes for her nostrils and one for her ponytail but other than there were no other holes, nothing to help tell people who were concealed within. There wasn’t even a hole for her mouth, just a large bulge where her ring gag was replaced with a ball gag.
Weiss felt a tug on her lease making her look up at Sienna as she directed them to the throne room. Ever since Sienna took Weiss as her pet, Sienna had seemed to have forgone wearing normal clothes and since wore latex versions of her outfits nearly 24/7. Not that the members of the White Fang seem to mind. There is a hot woman walking about in skin-tight outfits that show off her form, of course, they wouldn’t mind it. Weiss followed her up to the throne where she took her place beside it. In her current state, there wasn’t much Weiss could do, lest she be punished. And if there is one thing that Weiss has learned in these past two weeks of hell is that Sienna can be cruel when she wants to be.
So Weiss sat there, waiting for the seconds to tick by agonizingly slowly, being made uncomfortable by the feeling of Siena stroking her head when she heard it. Heard her name. Blake. According to one of the members of the White Fang, one of their members on the field spotted Blake on a boat back to Menagerie.
Sienna smiles at the news. “I see. The traitor is running home to her mummy and daddy. I thought I saw her in a tournament. Have her follow and apprehended before she makes it back to the chieftain and his wife. And being Miss Belladonna back here, alive.” She ordered before turning to her pet and told Weiss condescendingly. “How would you like a playmate? I bet that you two would get on wonderfully.”
Through Sienna couldn’t see it, Weiss’s eyes widen in terror as she whimper quietly into her gag. The thought of one of her closest friends being forced to become like this, become like her was almost unbearable to think about. If Weiss was able to she would have fought her way out of this place back to her friend's side to warn her. She couldn’t, not like this, now when she was practically glued to Sienna’s side. The best that she could hope for was that Blake would be able to avoid the White Fang long enough to get to somewhere safe. That was the hope Weiss had as the days went by.
But then one day, when Weiss was brought to a room that she had once been in when she arrived, staring at the steel cage where Blake was placed, wearing a black version of what she was wearing. Weiss realized that she and Blake were going to be here for a long time.
A very long time.
Chapter 3: Blake
Breaking news - terrorist attack foiled!
Last night a robbery of a Schnee Dust Company train by members of the White Fang was foiled. From the reports, it seems like two high-ranking members who attempted to steal a large shipment of dust and information from footage from the surveillance system were armed with explosives. Thankfully, due to an increase in security due to previous robberies the duo were prevented from carrying out there. However, the authorities were unable to learn much about them due to their reportedly using the self-same explosives to take their own lives. The authorities are trying to learn their identities, but there is a good chance that their names will remain unknown. The authorities believe that this robbery is related to recent protests that turned violent but not much is known yet. We hope to have more information at 10 this evening.
When Blake Belladonna woke up her head was hurting. And when she tried to rub her head and found that she couldn’t move her arms, that was when she realized that something was very wrong. Looking Blake could see that her arms were forced into a self-hug as she woke up in a straitjacket. She tried to stand but found that her legs were forced into a leg binder, forcing them together. From the ache in her jaw, Blake could feel the large ball gag in her mouth. The last thing that she noticed was that underneath her restraints she saw that her clothes had been changed, gone was her normal outfit and instead, Blake found herself in a black latex catsuit that went up to her neck.
“MMPHH?!” Blake yelled through her gag as she began to struggle against her bonds. Try to remove her arms from this hug she was forced into. Try to spread her leg so she could stand more. Try to use her tongue to dislodge the gag from her mouth. But in the end, it did nothing, the people that designed these restraints were further in their craftsmanship. Nothing that Blake did anything to loosen her bond, leaving her where she started just more tired.
Soon her struggles become more frantic. To Blake, it looked like someone trying everything they could to get out of a bad situation but to anyone else Blake’s attempts just looked like someone just wiggling and struggling about on the floor, flopping about on the floor like a madwoman. Unbeknown to Blake, from a camera on the ceiling, someone was watching her. Taking and enjoying every second of her flailing about, knowing that the gear was created to be inescapable.
Eventually, Blake tired herself out and her head fell to the floor to take stock of the situation. It looked like she had been placed inside of a padded room, the type that you would see on tv where the crazy person was locked up. Looking down at herself she thought, “Judging how the state they left me in, I’m guessing that what they want me to look like. I need to get out of here.” Blake thought to herself, her arms still lightly tugging at the jacket, hoping to find some weakness to it, but still nothing. Taking a deep breath through her gag, Blake prepares for another attempt.
Blake didn’t know long she’d been trapped in that room, only long enough that she made several attempts to escape from her binding and failed. Each attempt had left her more tired than the last. “Fuck! What is this stuff made out of!” Blake thought to herself after her last attempt, now breathing heavily past her gag where there was a lot of drool slipping past. Before she could make another attempt, however, the doors to her cell finally opened and Blake could get a good look at her captors.
It was two men dressed in white uniforms that had the SDC logo written on them. They wore helmets, so Blake could get a good look at their faces. The pair said nothing as they advanced on Blake, who was getting a feeling of dread and tried to wiggle away from them but soon found herself backed against the padded wall. One grabbed her lower half while the other grabbed her top and together the pair lifted Blake up like a rolled-up rug and began carrying her out of the cell. Blake tried to wiggle out of the hold but found their grip to be iron. Just outside the room a gurney, with straps attached to it, waiting for them. The duo placed Blake onto the bed and while one held her down the other wrapped and tightened the straps around her body, binding her to it.
“LLMMTTT MMPPP GGGLLL!!!” Blake yelled through her gag, all the while struggling against her bonds. Her captors said nothing as they began to cart her away to somewhere else. Blake didn’t know where they were taking her but she doubted that it would be better than where she was before. She kept struggling until she found herself in a new room.
Unlike the padded cell that she woke up in, this room was unpadded and seemed to have an array of equipment in the middle, where Blake’s captors bought her next to. At the centre of it all was a rectangular frame that was covered by a black latex sheet. The frame also had four spheres connected to each end of the frame.
Before she could ponder too long on why that was there another person entered her field of vision. This time it was a woman, who looked like they were in their late 20s. She had emerald green hair and cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. “Figured that the Schnees would hire some human that was a cold machine.” Blake thought to herself.
“Hello there, Miss Belladonna. My name is Aurora.” She greeted Blake, who was surprised that she knew who she was. “Yes, I know who you are, I met your mother when I was your age. Interesting woman but that is not why you are here.” Went to the table nearby and looked for something. As she did so she kept talking, “No you’re here because of your crimes as a member of the White Fang. You know, it was a good thing that the suits upstairs decided on upping security. Who knows what you would have done?” Finally, she found what she was looking for and walked back to Blake. “But that doesn’t matter now. The world thinks you’re dead and I’m allowed to do whatever I want with you.”
Blake was shocked to hear that but her eyes widened when she saw what was in Aurora’s hand, a black leather hood with a tube that went through a black leather lump attached to it and cat ears built-in, there was also a pump attached but Blake didn’t know what that did. The only holes in it were two holes made for her nostrils. Aurora nodded her head and the two men walked back to the two women. One of them undid Blake’s gag and removed it, leaving a thick trail of drool from the gag to her mouth. Meanwhile, the other man held her head in place.
Blake, now able to speak, had a few things to say. “LET ME GO, YOU BASTARDS!!” Her protest fell on deaf ears as they got ready to put the hood onto her. “No! Please! Do-MMMPPGGHH!!!” Her cries were cut off as the lump was forced into her mouth, the tube almost reaching the back of her throat. Soon the rest of the hood was beginning to cover the rest of Blake’s face as her eyes were soon covered, blocking out any form of light, and then her ears were placed into the leather cat ears. It then did Blake learn how padded the ears were because as soon as it covered her ears, she couldn’t hear anything. The only thing that Blake could barely hear was her gagged grunting and even then it was muffed to the point that she would have to focus to hear.
Soon the hood was done up and, apart from some bit of hair sticking out at the bottom of the hood, Blake was covered head to toe in leather. Aurora smiled at the sight but her job wasn’t done just yet. Giving another nod to her assistants the pair began to undo the straps and lifted her up off of the gurney and over to the leather frame. Aurora opened one end of the sheet and lifted it up so that her helpers could slide Blake in. Once she was between the two sheets, her helper made sure that she didn’t move around too much while making sure that the pump and tube fitted through the small hole in the latex, along with two tubes to go up Blake’s nostrils, Aurora made sure that the sheet was done up tight.
Once she was sure, she got up and back to the table, where a remote lay. Picking it up Aurora turned to face Blake, smiled, and pressed a button on it. You see, inside the frame was specially designed wind dust that sucked in the nearby air. So when Aurora pressed that button all the air inside the frame began to suck into the dust and the sheets began to compress around Blake. Soon Blake was sealed firmly between two sheets of latex in an airtight seal. Behind her hood, Blake’s eyes widened as she lost the ability to move, she wiggled about a bit but that was all that she could do. She let out a yelp when two tubes were forced into her lower areas.
Aurora pressed another button and the four spheres began to glow. Inside the spheres were gravity dust, once active the frame began to lift up and float in the air like a portrait, allowing anyone to look at Blake's bound form any side.
Aurora looked to her helpers, “Thank you, you two. You can leave now.” With that order, the two nodded respectfully at Aurora and left the room, leaving her alone with Blake. Aurora walked her prisoner’s prison, taking every detail that the vacbed managed to reveal. Wanting to have some fun, Aurora grabbed the pump and began to Squeeze it. Blake’s eyes widened as the lump in her mouth began bulging, filling up her mouth. Aurora's smile widened as her action had the desired effect, Blake squirming about in her rubber prison as her cries became more and more muffled. Soon the pump had nearly filled up all of Blake’s mouth and her cries had become barely whippers.
“So this is what is going to happen,” Aurora told her prisoner. “For your crimes, you have been sentenced to 10 years of being a test subject for the Schnee Dust Company. The test that they decided for you is long-term imprisonment.” She told Blake, stroking her body as she did so. “For the next 10 years, you will be sealed within this vacbed and as such you will never see the outside of this room. Of course, I can’t leave you alone for that long, so every quarter I will come back and release you, just for a day. It will be just for some reading and change a few things if need be but then you’ll be sealed away again. I would ask if you understand but we both know you can’t hear anything.”
Thanks to all that padding in the ear and the gag, Aurora would be surprised if Blake could even hear herself. To be honest, Aurora had always prattled on, though it helps when you have a captive audience. She was so glad to be given this assignment due to her love of bondage and latex. She only wishes that she was given both of the criminals. When Blake and Adam had been captured, the Schnee Dust Company had handed Adam over to the Altas military, due to some of the shipment supply being sent to them. In turn, Blake remained in the company’s custody, on the condition that any breakthrough that Blake was the test subject of being brought to them first. For long-term imprisonment techniques. Someone in their military was very kinky. Also, both of them had their death faked so that no one would come looking for them. So Aurora’s creation for long-term imprisonment was to seal the person within a vacbed, give them a few tubes for things, two in the nostrils for breathing, one in the mouth for breath and feeding, and two more in the low area for waste. Straitjacket was when Blake first woke up, Aurora thought that it would be sexy to seal her in the bed like that. She imagined in a couple of years, once the reality had settled in for Blake, that Aurora wouldn’t need to use the straitjacket or the leg binder anymore. But that would be for later.
As must as Aurora would keep going, she worked to do and had a report to fill. So she finally stopped stroking Blake’s body and turned away, saying, “As much fun as it would be to watch you squirm, I’ve got work to do, so I'll leave you for now. But I’ll be back tonight to make sure that you are fed and everything is set up for your long stay here. So see you then.” With that Aurora left, leaving Blake untully alone.
“Mmmm.” Blake mutters into her gag, barely hearing it. She hated how thoroughly she had been bound and sealed, to the point that all that she could do was wiggle very slightly. Her vision was gone and Blake’s captors went to lengths to strip her of her hearing. She was already arching from the gag stuffed in her mouth. Already she was starting to miss that padded cell she woke up in, at least then she could move. At least then she could see. As she was now Blake couldn’t tell if she was alone or her captors were still there. Being looked at like a painting mounted on a wall.
She started to squirm once more. At this point, she knew that it wouldn’t mean anything but she knew that she would go mad from the silence if she didn’t do anything, something, to take her mind off her situation. Blake hoped that someone was looking for her, maybe Adam got away. Or maybe being trapped in this vacbed was only temporary.
So there was Blake, left by her captors, left to squirm and wiggle in her thigh vacbed prison. Hopping for someone to save her. All the while was unaware of how long she would be trapped there.
Chapter 4: Yang
Yang woke up with a splitting head. She tried to rub her head but found herself unable to move her hands. Looking down Yang found that her hands had been strapped down to a chair that she was sitting on, trying to move her legs led her to learn that her legs were also strapped to the chair legs. She tried to wiggle free of her bonds but found that she was too weak to move. It was like her semblance was being stopped somehow.
“MMPHH!” Yang tried to call out but couldn’t thanks to the ball gag stuffed in her mouth. Yang looked around where she was trapped and it seemed to be some kind of storage room.
It was around this time that she noticed that someone had changed her out of her normal clothes and given her something completely different. Gone were her normal clothes and in their place was a yellow latex catsuit, it was tight and wasn’t afraid to show off every detail of her body, most especially her assets. The other thing that Yang noticed was that her hands were forced into rubber mittens, their colour being the same as the catsuit.
As she struggled in her seat, the sound of the door behind her opening stopped her struggles and made her focus on the sound of heels coming closer to her. As the person got closer, they stopped just behind where Yang heard something being placed down on the floor. Before Yang could question what it was, two hands reached around her and began to play with her breasts.
“MMMPHH!” Yang yelped through her gag and couldn't repress the moan crawling up her throat as her body was being made the plaything of her captor. Yang tried to move about and release their grip on her breasts but that just made them want to play with them more. All Yang could do was moan into her gag, her body enjoying the attention even if she didn’t.
But as suddenly the fondling started it soon stopped. Yang took the moment to catch her breath when she heard her captor pick up whatever they had placed on the ground and walk into Yany’s line of sight and Yang’s eyes widened in stock before quickly being replaced by anger. Of course, it was her .
Yang looked at the pink and brown hair woman before her. Neo . Roman’s Lakey. In one hand was her trademark umbrella and in the other was a white box. Yang noticed that she wasn’t wearing her normal outfit. Instead, she was wearing a latex catsuit like Yang was, her being black but had pink gloves that went up to her elbows and knee-high heels with a pink corset.
As Yang stared angrily at Neo, even if she couldn’t use her Semblance, hoping that her glare would be enough alone to set Neo ablaze, Yang started to recall how she ended up like this.
It was not long after classes had ended for the weekend and Yang had decided to head into Vale. Ruby and Weiss decided to do some after-school studying or rather Weiss decided to and made Ruby join her. Blake, meanwhile, had decided to return to their room for the evening to continue reading what Yang was 80% sure was smut. This left Yang to her own devices which led her to go to one of her favourite clubs. But as she did so she felt that she wasn’t alone, like someone was watching her. Yang remembers calling out to her stalker, her gauntlets ready to go, when she felt something hard connect with the back of her head, and everything went black.
Which led Yang to now, staring at her captor.
“LMMTT MMPPP GGTTT!!” Yang yelled through her gag as she renew her struggles, hoping to break free and deck her in the face. However, her bonds held her in place and it was at this point that Yang realized that the chair had been bolted to the floor.
Neo said nothing as she watched her prey struggle, drinking in the slight. She had been waiting for the right time to strike, ever since Neo saw Yang for the first time when her partner crashed Roman’s rally she knew that she wanted Yang for this. And now it was time to make Yang hers. Eventually, Yang stopped struggling and breathing heavily through her gag and glared at Neo once more.
“WHPTT DDPHH YHHO WHNNTT?!” Yang tried to yell through her gag, trying to get some answers out of the ice cream woman but it was hard to look intimidating when you’re tied to a chair and drooling up a waterfall that was pooling around your breasts.
The mute woman, unsurprisingly, said nothing as she went to put her umbrella down on top of one of the boxes that litter the room and opened up the box that she had to take out what was inside, and made her way back to Yang. Yang could now see what was in there and it left her confused. In Neo’s hands was a visor that was connected to a set of headphones. Yang noticed that there were two orbs on either side of the ear pads, which had a pink dust crystal inside them, but for what purpose Yang didn’t. Neo walked up to Yang and began to place the contraption onto her head. Yang tried to move but thanks to how she was bound she could get far and soon found herself plunged into darkness.
Neo smirked at her now blind captive before grabbing a pair of earplugs and a remote out of the box. She then placed the plugs into her own ears, this tech was still experimental and she didn’t want to take the risk of it affecting her and press a button on the remote, which caused the dust in the orbs to start glowing and emit a low ringing sound, broadcast through the headphones. It was hard to tell what the ringing sound was. One moment it sounded like a bell and the next it was a beeping sound. Yang did know one thing, it was kind of nice to hear. Like really nice.
Soon Yang began to stop struggling and began listening to the sound as it seemed to drown out any other noise in the room. To her it was the most beautiful thing that she ever heard, all she wanted to do right now was to listen to more. ‘So good.’ Yang thought to herself and it was the only thing that she thought as slowly things about her life began to become foggy. She still remembers things like her sister, her father, her team, and things like that but the more she listens to the sound the more those things become more distant.
Neo smiled as she watched the events before her unfold. The dust in the orbs was designed to make a person… not forget things but make them care less for them anymore. This was a side effect of the dust's main purpose, which was to make them more suggestive to new thoughts and ideas. Right now, Yang was being primed to become Neo’s loyal slave. Once it was complete, Yang would serve Neo for the rest of her life with no intention of rebelling, Yang would still know who she was but will forget ever meeting Neo or Roman before now and believe that she had willingly become Neo’s slave. As to why Neo used earplugs on herself was because there was a chance that she may fall under the sway of the ringing and she didn’t want to risk that.
After watching Yang mumble softly to herself for a few minutes, Neo decided that Yang was ready for the next step. She activated two more buttons on the remote which caused two more functions of the headset to spring to life. Knowing that this next part was going to take a few hours to complete, Neo began to pick up her stuff and begin to leave the room. She took one last look at Yang as she was now before closing it and locking it behind her. Neo had a few things that needed to be set up before Yang was done.
What Neo had to the headset were two things. The first was that the visor sprung to life, the screen on the inside lighting up Yang’s eyes. On it was images that kept flickering from one image to the next. Each one was things like pictures of Neo and Yang herself and then there were other images like a slave, gags, a dungeon, and other images that related to being a slave. The other thing was the headphones were beginning to emit another sound. The ringing was still there but now there was a voice with it too. And the voice began to whisper into Yang’s ears.
“You belong to Neo. You are her ever-loyal slave who would do whatever her mistress wants because you live to serve her. You love wearing latex and being tried up, and one evening Neo found you and offers you to be her slave. You want to protect Neo with your life because you love her, your mistress, Neo.”
On and on, these words were whispered into Yang’s ears, with images of Neo appearing on the screen every time her name was mentioned. The headset had given Yang the groundwork that her mind would fill in the pieces and within a few hours, this fiction would become Yang’s reality. As the hours ticked by these whispers would continue, each time becoming more and more real to Yang, thanks to being made more open to suggestions from before.
But Yang had stopped caring about the time, right now all she cared about was listening to what she considered sweet music to her ears. So she sat there no longer caring about escaping, just wanting to listen to the sound for longer.
It was indeed a few hours later, that Neo finally decided to return and check on how Yang was doing. When she took one look at how Yang was doing, sitting nearly completely still and not making a sound, Neo knew that the device had worked perfectly. Wanting to see how well it worked for herself, Neo walked in front of Yang and with the press of a button, the headset was finally turned off. Yang only made a small whimper when the device was turned off, mainly due to sudden silence but Neo wasn’t too concerned about that.
She reached for the device on Yang’s head and slowly began to lift it off, Neo wanted to savour the suspense to see Yang’s reaction as once the device was removed from Yang’s head, the mute thief got a good look at her prisoner’s eyes. When before Yang’s eyes were filled with hate and rage, now they look at Neo with surprise and recognition before quickly changing to something new.
Lust.
“MMPPSSTTRRPPSSS!” Yang cried happily into her gag, happy to see her mistress, who Yang now believed that she had served for a while now. She was so excited to see Neo that she started to wiggle in her seat.
Neo smirk at the sight as she place the device down on the side and saddled her new slave. Neo loosened the gag so that it now hangs around Yang’s neck. Before Yang was able to say any after spending hours being gagged, Neo grabbed Yang’s head and pulled her in for a kiss.
Yang’s eyes widened for a brief moment before closing and began to moan as she deepened their kiss. In her mind this was something that they had always done before and being Neo’s loyal slave, she does what she thinks is right. She let Neo have the full range of her mouth, letting her mistress’ tongue explore every inch of it.
Neo, meanwhile, was delighted at how subservient Yang had become, having made no attempts to resist. Wanting to see how much fun Neo could have, one of her hands began to make its way down Yang’s body, a finger trailing down her latex cover body until it reached the zipper at Yang’s crotch. Once it was unzipped, Neo began to finger Yang.
“MMPPHH.” Yang began to moan louder as she began to succumb deeper to her lust. Her body began to rock in rhythm with her mistress’ finger. She wanted this. She wanted to cum so badly that she could not think about anything else. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge when…
But before Yang could cum, Neo removed her fingers from her pussy and pulled away from their kiss to catch her breath. She waggles a finger on her other hand, a silent message saying not yet. If Yang wanted to cum, then she needed to earn it. She stared at Yang while licking her fingers that were playing with Yang, drinking in her juices. All the while Neo thought about how pathetic Yang had become, the once headstrong huntress was now being reduced to begging to be allowed to cum. This was better than she could imagine.
And there was no one to stop Neo from testing how well the brainwashing worked.
Neo grabbed the ball gag and brought it back to Yang’s face. Yang took one look and without thinking opened her mouth to let it in. Neo smiles at her reaction and places the gag in her mouth, tightening it before getting off Yang. Yang let out a happy moan as Neo began looking through one of the boxes. After finding what she was looking for Neo turned to face Yang and showed her what was in her hand, a pink collar and a lease. She walked back to Yang and tightened the collar around her neck before attaching the lease to it. Neo undid the straps binding Yang to the chair and getting an idea of what her mistress wanted her to do, Yang got onto her hands and knees, ignoring how sniffed her body feels after sitting in one place for hours.
Without a word spoken, Neo began to lead Yang out of the room to begin her training.
Two weeks later.
Neo was pleased with how things had turned out with Yang.
Neo sat in the room that she had set up for a couple of weeks. It was your standard sex dungeon, with toys and equipment to pleasure Neo and torment Yang with litter about. In the far corner was a cage that could fit a human in and in the past two weeks had been Yang’s bed. But there was a lot of space around it, enough for three more one could say. Neo, meanwhile, sat on the leather chair in the centre of the room, giving her a good view of the room, while Yang was on her knees and elbows by Neo’s feet.
Neo watched as Yang worshipped her feet with her tongue. In the time since Yang’s brainwashing, Neo had gone to great lengths to see how far Yang was willing to obey her. From making her spend hours being tied up in the strictest bondage imaginable to having her walk around the shader parts of Vale as a rubber gimp. Regardless of what Neo made her do, Yang followed her commands without question. Each task ensured Neo that the brainwashing wouldn’t break. As of right now, Neo had given Yang the task of worshipping her body, as such Yang had spent a long time on the floor licking every inch of one of her mistress’s feet, making sure to suck every toe.
Neo continue to keep one eye on her slave while the other was one was on her phone. In the two weeks, Yang’s outfits had been given some new additions. Her face was covered by a yellow leather hood, which only had five holes in it. A large one for her mouth, and two small ones for her nostrils, with the last two being on either side of Yang’s head, to allow her hair to poke through, given her twin pigtails. But other than that no one could tell it was Yang underneath. Yang had also been forced to wear a nose hock that made her look like a latex pig. But the main thing that Neo added to the outfit was the chastity belt. Neo wants Yang to squirm and beg to come, and the sight of Yang rubbing her thighs together turns Neo on. She could count on one hand how many times she had let Yang come and she would still have fingers to spare.
Yes, Neo was pleased with how obedient Yang has become, the huntress she once was no longer there. But Neo wanted more. More slaves like Yang. She still had the device so it was a simple matter of collecting ‘volunteers’. And from looking on her phone, she had found them.
Neo remove her foot from Yang’s mouth and the slave waited patiently for her mistress's next silent command. Yang had learned quickly that when Neo made her into a latex pig or another animal, she was forbidden to speak and must wait for Neo to pull on the lease to tell her where she wanted her to go next. Sure enough, Neo began guiding Yang back to her cage where she got in and was locked in. Yang could hear her cage being locked and her mistress walking out of the room, which led Yang to do the one thing that she does while she awaits Neo to come back. She began to rub her thighs together and rubbed her rubber mittens against her chastity belt, trying to cause some form of fiction there, even though it was fruitless and could get her in trouble if she was caught. But Yang couldn’t help herself, just being around Neo turned her on so much.
‘Maybe if I am a good girl, mistress will let me come!’ Yang thought to herself as continued to play with herself, unaware of what her mistress was planning.
Neo walked down the hallway, she continued to look at her phone, which was connected to the cameras outside. Near to where she took Yang were the remaining members of Team RWBY. It seems that the three hadn’t stopped looking for their missing member and Neo was willing to reunite them with Yang. Just not the way they expected. Neo just needed to make sure that she caught them unaware so that she could bring them back to the room where she first bought Yang. From there it would be a simple matter of brainwashing them with the device. And just like Neo would have three more slaves. A puppy, a kitten, and a maid. Cover head to toe in latex.
If the last two weeks showed her how much fun one slave was, imagine how much fun she could get out of a team of former huntresses.