The sun had long since descended below the horizon when a tired and sweaty Weiss stepped off the last airship into Beacon, gathering up her bags of purchases and heading straight for the dorms.
The heiress had made the most of her day in the city, hitting up every major store she could think of, as she purchased dust, clothes, school supplies and any number of other things. Usually, she was far more reserved with her purchases and careful with her time, but today there had been a spring in her step and a determined glint in her eye as she set out to ensure she spent as much time on her feet as humanly possible. All day she had continued to favour her left foot, allowing her increasingly sweaty toes to play with the utterly mangled body of the tiny criminal trapped within their embrace. Even when she purchased shoes she would try on the right one only to make sure the fit was good, ensuring there was no chance for Cinder to escape the ever expanding pool of sweat in her left heel.
Over time the feeling of the girl beneath Weiss’s toes had become indistinguishable from the usual feeling of grime and sweat, the shrunken girl’s existence ground down to such an extent that she practically became an extension of the foot that held her prisoner. Yet the fencer made sure to never forget what it was that she had beneath her feet, using her moist toes to play with the tiny student every chance she got and driving her ever further into the toe crevice. Whenever she was standing still she would twist her left foot around, ensuring there was absolutely no reprieve. If she ever even thought the girl was trying to squirm or escape she’d stomp down with all the force she could muster and wouldn’t stop until she was sure that all movement had ceased. It had been absolutely exhilarating to know just how much power she had over that tiny piece of human trash.
Now that she was back a part of her wanted to see just what sort of state she’d reduced Cinder to, hoping that she’d at least managed to do more damage than Blake. If she was lucky she may have smeared the tiny thing so badly that no-one would ever be able to recognise she was even there, then she’d be able to keep her forever without anyone knowing where she was.
No, it wasn’t enough yet, not nearly enough. If she checked now and her toy was still visible then her teammates would know and she’d have no choice come the next morning but to turn her over to either Yang or Ruby. But if she kept her there and continued the torment then, when she finally pulled off the tights the next morning she could claim ignorance if the tiny bug had disappeared, suggest that she had escaped somehow when she was distracted.
It was with that mindset that she slipped out of her heels and turned to face her partner, the girl having been watching her curiously from the top bunk ever since she came stomping into the room. “Ruby, I need to borrow your boots.” She sighed irritably at the raised eyebrow she received in response. “Just for the night, my feet are cold.” It was a stupid lie, but she didn’t want to remind the girl of their little prisoner just yet and it seemed to work as the younger girl just shrugged and nodded, motioning to the boots sitting at the foot of Weiss’s bed.
Reaching down to grab the boots, Weiss next headed to the small adjacent bathroom, and in particular to the used clothes basket. After a small amount of rummaging, she located what she was looking for, the pair of nylons Blake had worn today, together with Yang’s used socks. Fortunately the other girls’ legs were more toned than her own and she had little difficulty pulling one of Blake’s nylons over the left half of her own tights, and then one of Yang’s socks after that. Repeating the process with the other nylon and sock on the same foot was more difficult, but after a bit of working her left foot was encased in five layers of fabric, saturated in the combined sweat and horrid foot stench of the three older members of Team RWBY. Once that was done she shoved the whole thing into the cushy interior of Ruby’s left combat boot, just barely squeezing it in, and smiling with satisfaction as she felt her foot sinking deeply into the moist insole of her leader’s footwear.
It looked ridiculous of course, and immensely lopsided, but Weiss didn’t care. She had a plan. While sleeping there was little she could do to make Cinder anymore indistinguishable from her sole other than to keep the pressure up, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t aim for a plan B. Simply put, if she couldn’t make the girl invisible than she’d simply make sure she was adhered so badly to her foot that no-one would ever be able to free her. Already she could feel the heat on her foot rising and the sweat beginning to poor down into the boot, undoubtedly drowning her little captive in a world of heat and stench and, with any luck, slowly ironing her into the warm and sweaty flesh.
Secure in her victory, the heiress climbed into bed, shoving Ruby’s right boot under the desk and skilfully hiding from the eyes of her teammates as she pulled up her covers and made sure her left leg in particular was as nice and toasty as possible. In reality the whole situation was quite uncomfortable, but the hope that tomorrow would see her as the full-time owner of her own little foot toy was enough to send Weiss off into a world of pleasant dreams, even as below the tiny Cinder was subjected to a hell unlike anything she could have ever imagined.
When the next morning comes, what state has Cinder been reduced to?
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