A witch's II

The place I was spilled out in, looked rather similar to my own dorm room.

Except for one thing.

This one was a complete and utter pigsty.

Clothes where thrown around haphazardly, all kinds of questionable substances dotted the interior and I could see the remainder of at least three different meals.

The smell was the worst part of it however. How can a girls room even smell like this?

“Yeah, it's a bit messy”, Beatrice admitted sheepishly.

“HOW?” This was only the third day of the tournament!

“In my defense. We stayed here for a whole week before the tournament even started. And room service is just so annoying to deal with it.”

A week? This room looked like some hoarder squatted in here for years! Did you even open the windows once?

“Well...” Beatrice began with a grin, shoving a bunch of empty bottles from the bed, before seating herself on it. “That's what I got you for, right?”

I stared at the witch blankly. “You want me to clean up your mess?”

Beatrice nodded.

“Can't you just use your magic to clean up?”

“I could”, the witch sighed and let herself fall backwards on the bed. “But that still takes effort. I have to be careful to not accidentally throw something away I still need. Besides, it is much more pleasant to watch someone else do it.”

This woman is not only utterly twisted but also lazy. “May I at least wear some clothes again?”

“Hmm…” Beatrice pondered that for a bit. “I would be willing to put a cute maid uniform on you. With bloomers and cat ears.”

Screw it. I'm doing it naked.

And so I got to work, doing my best to turn this dump habitable again. I wasn't unfamiliar with housework, of course. But even so, there was just so much garbage and waste lying around that it took forever.

At least, Beatrice wasn’t controlling me outright while doing this. But then again, that probably would have been too much effort for the lazy bum.

The evil witch for her part was having the time of her life, giddily watching me clean and occasionally giving me directions when I missed a spot.

“This is sooo nice”, the witch sighed. “Having someone toil for you while you just relax. Ah, its heavenly bliss!”

I grumbled something under my breath while I opened the window. It was still raining, so at least the smell will quickly dissipate. “Speaking of cleaning, shouldn’t you take a shower?”

“I prefer baths thank you very much and no self respecting mage of Zeth ever showers! No, don’t give me that look you uncultured lout! We have cleaning magic! Like this!”

The witch zapped me and for a brief moment my body felt as if it was engulfed in water. The feeling was gone as fast as it came though and sure enough, my body not only felt as if I had just showered, there was even a scent of strawberry's on me. I was stunned. “That is quite amazing”, I said, honestly impressed.

“After all I have sown you, this low level cantrip is what impresses you?” the witch cackled. “How absurd! But I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything more from a hapless country bumpkin.”

“Can’t you just take the compliment?”, I grumbled.

“Do I look like a two bit conjurer that requires praise from some slack jawed jokels? Instead of babbling go and clean up mine and Femto’s clothes. Oh but make sure to separate them. You should have an easy enough time doing so by smell.”

This was getting absurd. “Have you not an ounce of shame?"

“Not at all.” Beatrice cackled. “You're just a **** after all. Little more then furniture. Why would I care about what furniture think? Your existence sole purpose is to please me.”

Calm down, Mari. She’s over the top on purpose right now. Let her have her fun. She get bored of it eventually.

“Does this upset you?”, the witch continued. “To be reduced to a mere object. It must be so utterly mortifying!”, she cackled gleefully. “I can’t even imagine how it must feel, but perhaps it comes more naturally to you. You are probably even enjoying this. In fact…”

The witch merely smirked but sure enough, my dick started to grew and swell in size as I suddenly grew horny. Well, I was of course aware that the obedience spell could do this. But being at the receiving end of it wasn’t exactly pleasant.

I took a deep breath and tried to get rid of my erection with little success. This only amused the sadistic witch even further.

“Oh, and I really hate doing this but...I suppose I have to…” Suddenly I raised my hand and proceeded to give myself a rather sharp slap on my butt. I yelped in surprise. “No slacking off, you lewd ****”, Beatrice grinned at me, wiggling her finger.

I AM GOING TO EVISCERATE HER!

It took hours, but finally, finally, I finished all the domestic chores the two have neglected for the past week. And yes, for the most part I did so with a raging boner.

Despite Beatrice's original excitement, at this point she has fallen asleep. Shamelessly stripped down to her underwear. (A rather childish combination of a frilly top and large bloomers)

Thankfully, that also meant my erection had subsided again

That when it dawned on me. She has not installed the safety orders on me. In fact she hasn't given me any orders, safe for to clean her room. Nothing stops me from running away. Hell, I could even do anything I want with her body!

Anything!

...

I found a sharpie and started to doodle on her face.

I just finished coloring in her nose and giving her cat whiskers, when the wicked witch started to rouse from her slumber. I deftly hid the evidence.

“Hm...Mari. You done?”, she asked with a loud, unladylike yawn.

“Yeah”, I said. “Not that it was easy. This place was a complete mess.”

Beatrice took a quick look around and smiled satisfied. “Not bad, not bad at all. Good work, ****. Now bow and thank your master for allowing you to serve me.”

With as much dignity as I could muster I did so, which admittedly wasn’t much as my stomach started to growl mid bow.

“Oh my, are you hungry?”, Beatrice asked.

Not too surprising. My last meal was breakfast. Back when I still wasn't a ****.

“Want to eat something?” Beatrice further asked me with a grin.

Oh great, Given how this worked so far she probably has me eat out of a doggie bowl or something.

But instead the witch got up with a smile on her face. “You know what? You did such a good job with this, lets go out for dinner. I even allow you to wear clothes again.”

“Uh...thanks.”

Beatrice snapped her finger and within the fraction of a second was dressed in an impeccable dress.

She twirled herself around once and gave me a curtsy. All very elegant and fancy. If it weren’t for the cat whiskers on her face. “How do I look?”

I probably should tell her about the doodling. I will absolutely regret this later.

“You look absolutely stunning.”

Worth it.