Debriefing

When I woke, there was pandemonium.

A girl, no two girls where snuggling against my body, while the whole room was filled with half naked women. I spotted...Sylphid(?) aggressively fondling Fisti and a girl in a maid costume I didn't recognize, while Bea was playing cards with Femto and a very drunk Cassandra. All three of them in various states of undress. There was also a girl with guns at the door. As it happens she was the only decently dressed one. Well, if you call that weird cowboy outfit decent.

Right.

I died and gone to hell. Got it. Maybe this last day or so was all in my head and Femto already snatched my soul up.

“My, My. Look’ like our princess has finally awoken from her beauty sleep”, sneered Beatrice, quickly discarded her cards, (much to her fellow players annoyance) and moved towards me. “About time.”

“What happened?”, I tried to get up, only to realize that I was completely naked and quickly pulled the covers closer. “A-and where are my clothes?”

Beatrice shrugged. “You looked like that when you arrived here.”

I extremely doubt that.

“Who caaaaares, we all saw you naked already, Daddy”, Cassandra drawled, followed by a curse. Apparently her hand just lost to Femto.

“I didn't, but I liked what I saw.” That one was definitely Sylphid. The martial artist winked at me while not missing a beat with her two victims.

I took a deep breath, as somehow realization came floating back, well kinda. This all still made very little sense.

Beatrice, apparently sensing my confusion, sighed loudly and folded her arms. “How pitiful. I suppose I have to enlighten you how I singlehandedly saved your pathetic butt.”

One crazy exposition dump later.

“Have you lost your mind!”, I screamed furiously. “What where you thinking? Your crazy stunt could have killed Aiju!”

“That’s what you get for not ordering these bitches around, Daddy.” Cassandra grumbled. “I had a pretty sweet plan going on that these lu...laa...bitches botched.”

“Oh, reeeeeeeeeeeally?'”, Beatrice sneered haughtily. “That is strange. Because last time I checked you completely screwed your fight up. Hm, I wonder what that bloodthirsty crimeboss would have done with your beloved kitty cat when she realized you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain.”

“Oh shut up!”, Cassandra said while simultaneously drinking from a bottle and rearranging her cards. “The fuck was I supposed to know that Daddy can’t even lose a simple teensy weensy fight? Hic...”

“B-But…I mean...” I wanted to refute them but I couldn’t. I’m not so childish that I throw a tantrum when I was clearly in the wrong. This was a complete screw up on my part.

“See?” Beatrice cackled triumphantly. “If you get it, grovel at my feet in gratitude! Grovel before the magnificence of the witch of miracles!”

That would probably be more magnificent if the great witch wasn't sporting pink Bloomer underwear and a considerably too big bustier.

“Yer one to talk. Not like ya did anything, Rice”, Fisti butted in between gasps. “You just sit here..while we...did all the work...ah...Lady Sylphiiiiid! Aaaaahhhh!!!”

“That's...yeah!”, Cass agreed. “I was instra...instrul...very good in actually making that insane plan a success! Imma a fucking genius!”

“Ya tried to explode us with explosions!”

“You left me with a vibrator in my cunt!”

I took a deep breath, trying to process everything I just heard. Where do I even begin? “Uhh, Cassandra. You're Sylphid’s **** now?”

“No way!” Sylphid laughed as she casually fondled the two girls. “The only reason I agreed was, because I assumed you blew the match and surrendered! I’m not gonna steal your **** like that. I mean, come on, that would just be rude.”

No, by all means, please steal Cassandra from me.

“Besides”, Sylphid grinned at me. “I get all of you soon enough the proper way.”

“Fucking sucks!”, Cassandra complained. “Your stupid bitch ass was supposes to loose this fight, now your still in the tournament and...urgh…” Cassandra appeared very close to getting an orgasm while simultaneously vomiting.

“Oi Cass! Speaking of losing! Get back in the game”, the squatting devil complained.

“Mistress Sylphid?”, spoke the unfamiliar girl on Sylphid's lap. “Your match is soon to start. We should make our way to the arena.”

“Ah shoot.” Sylphid quickly got up and equally quickly put some clothes on. “I think you can handle things from here, right? I doubt the mob will try something, but just in case Valk and Flamey are keeping an eye on the dorm entrance. They give you a ring if anything happens.”

“R-right.”

“Well then”, Sylphid nodded. “Was fun. Lets do it again some time.”

“Please wait”, I blurted out just before the martial artist was dashing out the door.

Sylphid turned her head around and looked at me expectantly.

I lowered my head. “I...I am in your debt. For what you three and Valkyrie did for my girls, for me...I will never be able to truly repay you. But if there is anything I can do...”

“Oh, I think I will come back to that, Handsome” She gave my one final, teasing wink. “Lets go Mary, Cia.” The maid nodded shyly and fell in line while the one at the door tipped her hat at me. “So long, Sir.”

“I will never be able to truly repay you~~!”, Beatrice mocked me as the door closed shut. “Honestly! Can you be any more submissive? Why don't you ask her to use you as a footstool while you're at it?"

“You can say that again”, Femto chuckled. “If that girl was a devil, you would be so screwed right now.”

I took a deep breath. “And what exactly are you doing here?”, I asked the grinning devil.

“Playing cards. Drop em, Cass!”

The huntress cursed and slipped out of her pants.

“She is insurance”, Bea thankfully explained. “In case Ojou-sama plans a counter-attack.”

“Eh, I mostly was just bored”, Femto clarified. “Business’ pretty slow.”

“If I had any say in it, that villain would be too dead to counter attack!”, Fisti growled while putting her clothes back on “Ya can blame the slaver for that.”

That was right. According to Beatrice's explanation, they where actually let go after Cassandra negotiated a truce. But how much can we really trust that?

“It’s fiiine”, Cassandra slurred. At this point the huntress wore nothing more then a single pair of black panties, but that didn’t seem to bother her. “Ojou doesn’t respond well to threats. And these bozos where only a fraction of her total manpower.”

“We should have at least taken her with us,” Fisti argued. “Hand her over to Lady Sylphid as a sex ****. That gangster has a Devil at her disposal!”

“All the more reason to stay on her good side”, Femto advised with a grin. “We Devils are forbidden from fighting each other, so if Asmo attacks you, don't come crying to me.”

“Ojou gave her word that she won't bother us.”, Cassandra stated. “She won’t go back on that. This will work out, just trust me, Daddy.”

Yeah right, let’s trust the naked, drunk girl. What could go wrong?

“That was before she knew Mari screwed up the battle!”, Fisti snapped back. “And why did ya even offer yerself up like that, slaver? We all would have been perfectly happy if the gangster broad kept you!”

“What can I say? I guess I just like being on team good guys.”

Fisti groaned while Bea shrugged her shoulders. I certainly was in no position to demand a better outcome.

“I think I understand now what has happened...uh mostly. However, I do have one more question.”

The girl sleeping peacefully in front of me was Aiju. So far so good. The problem was the other naked girl that was still in the progress of aggressively pushing her large breasts against my back. “Who are you?”

The following outburst made that at least all too clear.

“How dare you not recognize me! I am Sanakia, the squire of the venerable Lord d’artagan! You **** me into servitude! You evil, vile, fiend!”

“I...I did?”

“Yes! You even installed these stupid safety orders!”

Oh.

Ohhhh!!!

Right, back in the office I just went through the motions. I was basically on autopilot.

“I...I am so sorry!”, I quickly apologized. “I...was not in a right state of mind back then!”

“I shall not stand for excuses! Give me back my freedom!” Sanakia was violently trashing herself against my body. It wasn't particularly painful, but I was glad that my dick was on the Aiju side of this sandwich. But all that said, I did feel genuinely bad for her. Sanakia was dragged into this whole mess between me and Ojou-sama without any fault of her own.

“Ah, that's it!” Sanakia suddenly screamed and jumped out of the bed. “My Lord! We have to speak with my Lord d'artagan! He will surely find a way to break this foul spell!”

“Yeah, I don't think so.” Beatrice shook her head. “This obedience spell isn't something that can be broken with just a pinch of holy magic.”

“Silence! My Lord is amazing! It will be child's play for him! Nay! Baby play even! Let us depart at once, so that my Lord may punish your insolence!” She quickly picked up her sword and ran to the door.

Cassandra snickered. “Good plan, just one question.”

“Hmph!” Sanakia turned on her heels, scowling at the rest of us. “Make it quick. I will not be delayed by some wanton drunkard.”

“You plan to visit your lord like this?”

Finally, Sanakia noticed her state of dress, or rather undress.

Naturally the only proper course of action was to turn red like a tomato and shriek like a banshee.

Maybe I should go back to fainting.