Fucked

“Oh, come on, Bea. You looked cute!”, Femto said with a grin, languishing on the sofa. “Can't you cut him some slack?”

“Absolutely not”, responded a furious witch, sitting on the massage chair. She got rid of my doodlings by this point. Replacing them with a very angry frown.

As for me, I was on all fours, serving Beatrice as a footrest. Naked of course.

“Keep your back up, furniture”, the witch snarled. “I won't tolerate any slouching!”

She didn't use her puppet spell for this, but I still rather not disobey her.

Femto let out a sympathetic sigh, as she looked at me with amusement. “Told you she would be angry.”

“Seriously, Femto!” Beatrice sighed exasperated. “You could have told me! I was utterly humiliated! Now everyone will think of the great witch of miracles as some bumbling hick that likes to cosplay as a catgirl! My reputation is in ruins!”

Femto answered with a shrug. “I don't think that many people care, Bea.”

“I will have to punish him dearly for that”, Beatrice announced darkly. “Maybe an experiment on just how big a volume his rectum can take is in order.”

"If I maympppfff", a large, cylindrical object was shoved into my mouth.

"This should be a good start", The **** filled witch started. "For your own sake, I suggest you lube it up properly."

After a worryingly few seconds, the plus size dildo was plopped out of my mind and disappeared from my field of vision. Although I had a sinking feeling as to were it was headed.

“May I say something?”, I piped up timidly.

Beatrice answered by zapping me in the butt. “Speak as instructed, furniture.”

“This lowly, pathetic furniture humbly begs for your permission to speak, oh radiant Mistress!”

“Speak”, the witch nodded while her dildo already made its presence know at my rectum.

I tensed and spoke faster. “You do have a battle tomorrow morning and it is getting rather late. It might be wise to retire.”

Beatrice pondered that for a bit. “Do you think you escape your punishment that easily, furniture? I can easily **** you the entire night and still win my fight tomorrow with ease!”

That conviction was undercut however by a rather loud yawn that got Femto to snicker. Beatrice retaliated by shoving her dildo a few inches in.

“How about I take care of his punishment, Bea?”, Femto suggested. “Lets face it, you should get some rest.”

Uh, hold on. That might actually be even worse.

The witch pondered it for a while, grinding her foot into the small of my back in the process.

“Alright, fine”, she relented with one final sigh of resignation before getting up. “Make sure to punish him thoroughly. I want him to be complete and utterly humiliated! Mari, you have to do whatever Femto tells you to, no matter how debasing!”

With these parting words, the witch plopped herself on the bed next to the still cataconic Cassandra. She was out like a light in seconds. At the same time, the dildo threatening to impale me plopped to the ground too.

“Aww, she really likes you”, Femto chuckled.

“She has a weird way of showing it”, I grumbled as I slowly got up, stretching my aching body in the process.

The devil nodded and picked the massive dildo up. Flopping it from one side to the other. “She even specified humiliation, not pain as punishment. You have no idea how lucky you just where”, Femto gave me a chilling grin.

“I...I see.”

“Whelp, lets get started.” The Devil snapped her finger and both of us where engulfed in a black void.

“Humiliation, Humiliation. Ah, Bea can be a demanding mistress indeed. I am far more adept in the pain aspect when it comes to BDSM. What about you? Pain or Humiliation?”

I was too fixated on the bizarre environment to really pay attention to Femto. It was similar to the toybox the witch trapped me in. But this somehow feels more genuine, more oppressive.

“Hey, continent to Mari! Are you listening, sweet cheeks?”

“Oh umm...I'm sorry. “I coughed trying to focus on the part of the darkness where the voice was coming from. “But this might be a good opportunity, we should talk about what happened earlier.”

The response to that was a groan. “I am supposed to humiliate you, you know. But fine, we have time. A lot.”

“I just want to know the truth of it. Was it all a ruse or did you really...”

And suddenly a light appeared, it illuminated the form of Femto, in particular her wide grin. “try to betray Bea?”

I swallowed. My originally aim was to work together with Femto. Come up with a plan to take Beatrice down. But these last few hours have all but shattered that notion. As much as I loathe what the witch did to me, I just couldn’t bring myself to hate her.

“I care very deeply about her”, the devil elaborated.

“That's not an answer. You are avoiding the question. That is…” I stopped as Femto gave me a fiendish smile.

Am I insane?

I am currently confronting a devil in her very own realm!

“Yeah...”, Femto chuckled. “Let me just say I think its awesome how much you care about Bea. But your knowledge is a bit of a risk for me and quite frankly you don't have to stress yourself out over something you can't change anyways. So, lets just fix that suspicious little mind of yours shall we?”

“W-what are you…”

And just like that, Femto appeared inches from my own face.“You think its absolutely impossible that I could ever aim to betray Bea. You are absolutely convinced that this was all just a ruse to trick you. And this conversation we just had absolutely reinforced that belief. You will forget I ever gave you this order and reframe this conversation accordingly.”

A wave of relief washed over me. Of course, Femto would never betray Beatrice. The two know each other for so long, after all. I probably shouldn't feel that happy about being duped, but still. “Thanks, Femto. This really helped me.”

“Don't thank me just yet”, the devil chuckled. “We still have that humiliation business to clear.”

I groaned. “Can’t we just pretend we did this?”

“And betray Beatrice like that? Surely, you know I can’t do that.”

Right, given Femto’s loyalty to her I suppose that was a bit hard to imagine.

“Sides, who said I’m not into that shit? I’m not as good with it compared to dishing out pain, but I can make it work, we can both have a good time. Well, I can have a good time.”

Great. I resigned myself to my fate. “Alright, lets get this over with already. What am I supposed to do?”