Beatrice, obviously

The haughty ex-witch was without a doubt the mastermind behind this newest scheme.

Which means she is the one most deserving of a nice, long punishment.

I was looking forward to her shocked expression but unfortunately Beatrice didn’t seem particularly surprised that I picked her.

“I was personally thinking you would go with your snakegirl”, the ex witch led out a theatrical sigh. “But very well, I shall gracefully accept my punishment. Aiju will be my bu...”

“Oh no, she won't!”

Femto popped her head out through a wall, much to Beatrice's chagrin. “Heard about what you planned. Sounds fun and I just emptied my schedule. Mind if I join in?”

“F-Femto...” Beatrice’s facade cracked a bit. “This does not concern you. I am afraid this is a closed party.”

But the devil merely grinned. “Bea you should know that closed parties are my specialty. And no bragging, but there is no one in town who knows your buttons quite as well as I. If you really want her to repent, I’m your girl, Sir.”

Some of the girls snickered. This was clearly not what Beatrice had planned, which of course made everyone want it to happen.

I however was slightly more skeptical of giving a devil free reign, especially one with a well established track record.

“Come on, Sir”, Femto chuckled. “Haven’t I proven my trustworthiness yet? Do you have any idea how high we devils rank on the ESG score? We’re almost as ethical as Philip Morris!”

I have no idea what any of that means.

“This isn't a trick?”, I asked. “You won't suddenly claim I own you something for this?”

“You have my word, Sir.” Femto gave me a bright, toothy, smile. “This time it's purely for good old fun.”

Somehow, that almost made it worse.

…

..

.

“Well spit it out”, Bea demanded haughtily. “What humiliating feat have you planned for me? Do you want me to act like a doggie? Tell you my most embarrassing secret? Hop up and down with a clothespin on my nose while singing the Zethenian anthem?”

We retreated to the bedroom for this, where Beatrice right away started to confront Femto. She seemed ready to take on whatever her familiar could dish out.

The devil merely chuckled foreboding. Clearly her mind was full with perversity that she could inflict upon poor Beatrice for her own amusement. “Well, first...” Femto glared at Beatrice or rather her bondage and Shibari immediately went limp.

The ex-witch looked a bit surprised about that mercy. “Way too much bondage stuff recently”, Femto explained. “Sides, for what I have planned I need you to be able to move freely.”

Beatrice was putting on a brave front, but she was obviously getting a bit nervous. The bondage would have at least greatly restricted her options. Now the sky was the limit, quite literally.

Of course, if it would end up too **** I would interfere. As much as Beatrice has brought this upon herself, I won't let her suffer excessively.

“Well then”, Femto finally ended our suspense. “What I demand of you iiiiiiiiiiiis...to go on a date with Mari.”

...

“Uh really?”

“Yes, really.”

“That was the same we did last time, you know?” And it ended...that way. I guess Beatrice did end up getting pretty humiliated but that was purely on her.

“What's the catch?”, Beatrice immediately asked. “Will I have to do it naked? Wear pull-ups with Kyan-Kyan’s on them? Relieve myself outside like a doggie while reciting all Pi decimals?"

This girl has issues.

But Femto merely shook her head. “Nothing of the sort. I want you to treat Mari as your big brother, who you absolutely adore.”

Huh?

“That's all?”, asked Beatrice.

“That's all. Of course I will grade your performance. You will be playing the doting young sister to a T or else...”

“Or else what?”

Femto smiled. “You are going to end the day masturbating naked in the city plaza while doing the Bumtrice dance.”

Good to know it has a name.

“Honestly!”, Beatrice let out a sigh and stretched her arms and legs for a bit. “Feels like a rip off to me, but you thought it was such a great idea to let Femto handle me. Aiju would have come up with better stuff. Too bad, I guess.” She grinned smugly.

“Looks like someone is very eager to show everyone her adorable, little asshole.”

Beatrice sighed annoyed, then looked up at me with big, sparkly eyes. “Wets go on a date, big bwwo!”

Cursed.

That left the question where this date should take place.

Trying to get out in the city was impossible. Last time was already a nightmare and after my stunt as the amber princess all of Rasheul was probably trying to **** me. Sure we could visit some places in the fighters dorm but that would hardly make for a good date.

Femto once more had the answer. After making absolutely sure she wouldn't screw us over, I accepted her invitation to bring us to somewhere “fun” and we stepped through her void.

I was expecting some trip to the capital of Leazas or perhaps an upscale resort town in southern Zeth. Instead we found ourselves on a balcony, a hellish landscape of fire and brimstone extending in front of us far into the horizon. The faint screams of agony and torment served as proper acoustics to this place.

“Really, Femto? The devil realm?” Beatrice asked unimpressed.

Which was a far cry from me, it took all of my willpower to not freeze in terror.

“Just felt fitting”, the devil explained as she let her upper body dangle over the balustrade. “Asmo is throwing a party, you know.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “She has a party every day.”

“Whatever. You are a scared little girl. Grab your brothers hand.”

Noticing Bea's fingers intertwine with mine did snap me out my stupor.

“Big bwo, I'm scawed. Pwotect mee!”

Right.

You know what? Two can play this game.

I used my free hand and patted her head. “There, there. Don’t be scared. Big bro will protect you.”

Beatrice gasped and actually started to blush! That wasn't the reaction I expected, naturally I patted her some more. “Feeling better? You didn't have a little accident, did you?”

“Excuse me? I’m not the one who looks ready to...”Beatrice gritted her teeth. One glance at Femto made it clear that the mercy period was just about over. “No, big bro”, she finally managed to press out.

Heh, this was a lot more fun then expected. “Good girl. I buy you some candy later.”

“Aww, you two are so cute”, Femto cooed. “But should we head to the party? I even dressed you for the occasion, you know.”

Oh right, I didn’t even notice due to the whole trip to hell thing, but true enough.

Beatrice was no longer naked. Instead she was sporting a crimson ballroom dress that somehow managed to look elegant and childish at the same time.

Knowing Femto I wasn’t exactly looking forward to my own outfit but as it turned out I was dressed in a fancy, black Tuxedo. It actually looked pretty good.

“Shall we?”, Beatrice pointed towards the only way that would not involve jumping into a sea of lava.

Heading inside what appeared to be a colossal castle, I was steeling myself for the worst. This was Asmodeus after all, the devil that turned the entire arena audience into a writhing mass of flesh.

But no, inside awaited a gigantic lavishly decorated ballroom with a huge array of guests, all impeccable dressed. All of them where either engaged in casual conversation or dancing as a soft waltz was playing. Naturally, every single guest was a devil. This was intimidating in a different sort.

“Introducing, the amber princess, Mari of house Beta and his sister, the witch of miracles Ceri.”

Before I could even protest every single head in the room snapped in our direction. I instinctively pulled Beatrice closer.

“Humans?”

“Sacrifice?”

“Eat”

“Devour!”

"Come now, come now, fellows", Femto conciliatory lifted her hands. “Do they look like sacrifices to you?”

One of the devils closest to us took a step forward. "Yes."

"Whoops! Umm...yeah...that was kinda sorta a rhetorical question, you know? Ha Ha awkward..." Femto chuckled. “Let me try that again.”

The devil stepped back in line again.

And just with that the party returned to normal as if nothing ever happened.

That was terrifying.

I wasn't sure if it had to do with my heightened senses, but the feeling could best be described as being alone in a dark forest, completely naked.

“Sorry about that!”, Femto laughed heartily. “I swear, some of these guys have absolutely zero self control. So unprofessional! Don’t worry. They won't bother you anymore and if they do, why I give them a stern talking to...among other things.”

“You ok, big bro? Don't worry, I protect you.”

Why was Beatrice not fazed at all by this?

“Well then”, Femto smiled. “I guess you prefer to be alone? Mingle with the locals. See the sights? Would be kind of a crummy date with me just hovering over your shoulders like some kind of buzzy devil. Ah don't worry, I be around.”

And with that Femto sank in the floor.

Great.

So, what now?

“Come on, big bro!” Beatrice seemingly had no hesitation taking the lead. Lots of smaller devils(imps?) carried around all kinds of weird looking foods and beverages. Beatrice snatched some...thing of the plate and handed it to me. It looked a bit like an orange. An orange with eyes and teeth.

“Here try this!”

Putting some devil food in my mouth was the least of my intentions even if it wasn't handed by Beatrice. “Yeah, no thanks, I just...”

“Say aaahhh!”

Ughh. It's hard to say no to these big, sparkly eyes. I guess I can take a small bite of the demonic looking fruit.

“Ah...”

Beatrice threw(yes threw!) the thing into my mouth.

“Ack!”

The ex-witch cackled resoundingly unlittle sister like. “It's tasty, right?”

“Apart from the fact that I almost chocked to ****, I guess yes it was.” It had a bit of an acid, but not unpleasant aftertaste and I hope the queasy feeling in my stomach is not from that thing chewing through my intestines

Beatrice rolled her eyes at that. “For someone who likes to eat rocks you sure are a picky eater.”

Helmanians do not eat rock. “I had no idea devils actually eat normal...uh..food. I thought they were on a strict soul diet.”

“Shows what you know. Contrary to the myths, Devils actually don't devour souls. I mean, they absorb them of course, but they still need food for sustenance. Well, I suppose they don't really have a problem with eating our flesh, so I guess technically you are correct?” Beatrice giggled.

Well, that's not terrifying at all.

“Bea! Sweetie! So nice to see you!”

A Devil that just exuded sex appeal happily bounced towards us. And I mean that quite literally, her breasts where enormous.

“Asmo! Hey, long time no...mmppf!”

Still laughing the Devil picked Bea up and squished her against her humongous orbs. Her head pretty much ended up submerged between these giant masses of fat.

“Look how tiny you are! Aww! You are so cute, I could just eat you right up!”

Oh yes, I remember here from the preliminary finals. The Devil called...Asmodeus. She was even more imposing up close. Hard to believe the one who knocked this monster out the tournament has now lost himself.

“Hmppf!!”, Beatrice was now struggling quite heavily, so with a pout, Asmodeus released her from her flesh prison.

“Asmoo!”, the witch whined, her face flush with embarrassment and perhaps a good deal of arousal. “Stop doing that. It's embarrassing!”

The Devil licked her lips. “Oh please don't say that. That just makes me want to show you the true meaning of embarrassment.”

Great. This is like the devil version of Sylphid.

“And since we are on the topic of embarrassing...”, Asmodeus smiled and glanced towards me. “Is this cute boy your new master?”

“No way”, Bea quickly retorted. “This dork is just my big brother.”

...I suppose she has to stay in character.

“He is a bit of an oaf, so please forgive his boorish behavior."

“Hey, little sis, do you want to show her your sneeze trick?”

“Ugh, shut up!”

Asmodeus watched our banter with an amused smile on her lips. “Hm, oh right you are..,” For some reason I couldn’t help that she was staring at me.

“Do we know each other?” I imagine I would remember a devil, let alone one with her assets.

“I suppose you don’t remember me”, Asmodeus said with a mischievous smile. “We did serve the same employer once, albeit for a brief time.”

“That dreadful affair with the gangster girl”, Beatrice informed me. “Please forgive my brother, He is a bit slow.”

“Oh, all is forgiven...as long as you two kiss!”

Where did that came from?

“I simply must see you two kiss!”, Asmodeus informed us.

“But we are brother and sister!”, Beatrice very rightfully pointed out.

“All the better”, The devil grinned and licked her lips. “The taboo is what makes it so enticing. I won't **** you, of course, but I fear if you don't share a passionate kiss you will soon do a lot more to each other then that.”

Asmodeus was blushing and I felt my heart rate quicken. This was similar to what it felt like when that orgy in the arena happened. Actually, I'm not sure if it was because of my void training, but I felt a pink aura exuding from her.

“H-hey big bro”, Beatrice looked at me with somewhat shimmering eyes. “We should do it.”

I nodded. With how quickly my arousal was building we better comply with her demands.

Beatrice tiptoed and parted her lips ever so slightly while I pushed a chaste kiss on them. It felt weird. Given all the crazy sexed up stuff that happened in the past seven days this was tame in comparison.

I felt the heat rising inside me once again and I almost had to **** me to separate again from Beatrice.

“Uh! That was lovely!”, squealed Asmodeus and clapped her hands. “Are you going to stick around for the orgy?”

“T-the orgy?”

Asmodeus nodded eagerly. “You will love it! I release my power and what follows, well I feel like only experiencing it yourself can truly describe it.”

That did not sound like something I wanted to experience. “W-well I...”

“We are both humans, Asmo”, Beatrice thankfully cut in. “Your orgy would absolutely kill us.”

“Aww, don't be scared. I'm sure we can arrange for some manner of...” Asmodeus hesitated “On second thought, you are probably right. I lose all semblance of self when I let loose. Not even Femto can resist me.” The sex devil giggled. “She is very cute when sex completely clouds her mind.”

Right.

“I believe we will just leave before you do your...uh...thing. Femto?”

No response.

Of course.

Of fucking course.

“Hey, Asmo, when is today’s orgy gonna start?”, asked Beatrice.

The lust devil cocked her head and smiled. “Hm, I guess right about now? Your little performance has made me appropriately aroused after all. And I hate to let a good emotion go to waste.”

“We need to leave”, I said very strongly. “Can you teleport us back home?”

Asmo shuddered. “Oh, big brother! You have NO IDEA what you are doing to me. You are asking a Devil of lust for her help. Such pure innocence! It is absolutely intoxicating!” Now, she is starting to touch herself. Great. Wonderful.

Meanwhile, Beatrice looked at me like I just gotten insane.

“Just this once I will spare you, after all...it is much more...ohhhh!!!!!”

Never mind touching, this is flat out masturbating. All around us devils where quickly starting to get very intimate with each other.

Looks like the orgy is definitely about to start. And we should definitely not be here.