Yang!

(AN: I made some slight changes to the previous chapter, which you may want to reread.)

Weiss supported her defeated weight on her rapier, as she kneeled in exhaustion. Yang was normally a viscous fighter, but she was even more brutal while angry. The blonde had utterly dismantled Weiss, and now the white haired girl could barely catch her breath. Yang just stared with a viscous smile.

Thoughts raced through Weiss' mind. Would Yang really make her follow through with her humiliation? Would she **** Weiss to march naked through beacon, before groveling on her knees for Ruby's forgiveness?

Weiss knew she would. Yang had given her an out in the middle of the fight, when it was clear the blonde would likely win. Yang offered to accept a forfeit, which would've at least let Weiss keep her clothes till they got home... She had still demanded a naked apology to Ruby, which Weiss' pride deemed unacceptable.

Weiss briefly thought about bailing, but the consequences of that would be much worse... Probably. She and Yang shook on it. If Yang demanded she strip, and Weiss didn't, then Pyrrha would hand over the **** photos; who knows what Yang would do with those!

Weiss' face, already flushed with exertion, turned a deeper red. She wouldn't initiate it, but if Yang demanded her prize, Weiss would have no choi—

"Well Princess? I think we had a deal? Unless you want me to take those photos..."

"F-Fine!" Weiss said. She rose to her feet, and stepped back a bit. She looked towards the blonde, who gave her a nod. She tore her jacket off with a huff, exposing her pale shoulders.

Weiss huffed, and began reaching for the strings of her dress. Her fingers acted with none of their usual confidence, as she began unlacing the ties of her expensive outfit.

She gave one more look to Pyrrha, and who looked away sheepishly. Weiss huffed, since Pyrrha obviously wasn't going to help her. With the lace undone, the dress was being held only by virtue of being tight. She took a deep breath then accepted her humiliation.

With the slightest of pushes, the dress fell in a heap at her ankles. Yang whistled at the heiress's exposed underwear. Weiss waited a moment, then bent down to re-don her dress.

"What are you doing?" Yang asked, the cockiness tangible in her tone. "You were the one who specified that the loser loses their 'whorish outfit'. Not just your dress. Naked."

Weiss flushed and threw a middle finger to Yang. Yang glared at her, "Maybe if you fought with that much anger, you wouldn't be walking through Beacon naked, would you?"

"A-Are you serious? T-This will ruin our teams reputation!" Weiss complained.

"How is that my problem? Besides, no one will even see you... Probably. It's late. No one's on campus right now. If you don't hurry up though, I'm going to text my entire contact list to come watch your pretty ass streak!"

"Fine!" Weiss yelled, and snapped off her bra. With a huff of indignation, she slowly lowered it from her chest. Yang wolf-whistled at the sight.

"Damn! If I couldn't see your cameltoe through your panties, I might've thought you were a boy!" Yang sneered. In reality, Weiss was far from flat, but Yang knew the heiress was self conscious about it, and wanted to make her even more so.

"F-Fuck you!" Weiss cussed. With her anger at its peak, she drew down her panties. With that, she stood wearing only her combat heeled boots.

"Do you really shave down there? Seems pretty slutty to me..." Yang teased further, drawing a flushed reaction from Weiss.

"Bend over while you take those boots off." Yang commanded.

"Really? You'd make a woman walk naked AND barefoot through campus?" Weiss complained.

"Absolutely! I'll enjoy every second of it." Yang confirmed.

Weiss turned around and bent over whole she removed her boots, giving Yang an incredible view of her perky ass and her soaked cunt.

"Someone's enjoying this much more than she's acting..." Yang taunted. Weiss complained that it was a natural reaction, but Yang was having none of that.

"Now that you're equipped for the walk back, Weiss... I'll give you two choices. I'm carrying your clothes with me, no matter which you choose, but I'll give you a choice on how you walk back." Weiss was listening intently, looking for signs of Yang trying to humiliate her further.

"Option A, you let Pyrrha and I escort you back—"

"That doesn't sound so bad—" Weiss started, but Yang interrupted.

"—Blindfolded. You'll have to follow us wherever we go, but you won't be able to see if anyone sees you."

Seeing that Weiss was shocked at option A, Yang figured it was time to voice option B.

"Option B, Pyrrha and I leave with your clothes, leaving you to choose your own path back. If you choose that option, then you'll have to visit a place of our choice on campus, and 'cool down' there, if you catch my drift."

"You want me to masturbate on campus!?" Weiss yelled, appalled at the unladylike action. Yang nodded.

"The bet was that I get to march you back, I'm just being generous by giving you another option, really. What's your choice Weiss?"

Weiss took a minute to weigh the pros and cons, then made her decision.

"I choose..."

AN: leave a comment for which you'd rather see. I don't intend for this story to be a super long affair!